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gothamcitycentral · 25 days

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Hazbin establishes very strong parallels between Charlie and Vaggie’s relationship and Lucifer and Lilith’s.

Charlie being as to Lucifer, the fantastical dreamer discouraged and rejected by the world around them.

Vaggie being as to Lilith, someone who failed their assigned role and were driven out of ‘paradise’ (Heaven/Eden) by someone they should have been able to trust (Lute/Adam).

In their most vulnerable moments Lucifer and Charlie find them, love blossoming between each pair because they defied the norm, Lucifer and Lilith being rebellious in a world of order and Charlie and Vaggie being kind in a world of cruelty.

Though at the same time, Charlie is to Lilith while Vaggie is to Lucifer.

“This kingdom was something she really cared about. Something I care about.”

Charlie acknowledges she is the last thread of the hope her mother gave to Hell all those thousands of years ago. The responsibility to her home Charlie puts on her shoulders is born from the love Lilith had for it. She is directly following in her mother’s footsteps, truly believing her people deserve better and that they’re worth fighting for.

Then there is their partners, the fallen angels who don’t share their love’s connection to Hell. Lucifer saw sinners as horrible people who wasted the gift he went to Hell for giving them. Vaggie always kept everyone not named Charlie a spear’s distance away, treating them as people she tolerated but never trusted for a moment. Despite what Heaven had done, had done to them, they were still thinking like angels.

(Though, these mentalities would change throughout the first season, Lucifer choosing to support Charlie no matter what and Vaggie accepting the hotel crew as a part of the in-group which she wishes to protect)

Lucifer’s distaste for his people, not fighting alongside Lilith’s rebellion and instead agreeing to the exterminations, seems to be why they eventually split, despite the love they held for each other. In extreme contrast, Vaggie always supporting Charlie is what keeps them together despite bumps in their relationship. Vaggie always chose to believe in and support Charlie and that means the world and more to Charlie, who spent so much of her life unsupported.

The show also juxtaposes Lucifer’s parental love for Charlie with Vaggie’s romantic love for her, most prominently with Vaggie starting the reprise of More Than Anything to express her love as Lucifer did originally.

(They’re also just. Charlie and Lilith being these tall powerful demon women with Vaggie and Lucifer being their short and tiny fallen angel loves)

What becomes interesting is during the finale when Lucifer (very strongly, very tastefully) implies he ate out Adam’s first wife before fucking his second.

This seems to based on sexual interpretations of original sin. However, in Hazbin we are very much lead to believe the Fruit of Knowledge is a literal apple. Given that Lilith is said to have also offered the apple to Eve, I doubt the implication is that Luci had any sort of one night stand with Eve. Rather, I think Lilith, Eve, and him were once, or attempted to be, in a romantic relationship.

(Considering Eve was made to be Adam’s lesser and Lucifer and Lilith shared the gift of free will with her specifically, I do wonder if Eve had fallen in love with the two, but was unable to leave Adam. The Fruit of Knowledge being given to her so she would be able to be free and join their relationship, but ultimately resulted in their separation as Lucifer and Lilith were casted into Hell)

Which certainly has implications about the future of Charlie and Vaggie’s relationship.

I think the show has actually set very compelling parallels between Eve and Emily.

Much as Lucifer shared forbidden knowledge with Eve, it’s Charlie’s actions that revealed the hidden truth of Heaven’s exterminations. There’s the specific ‘free will’ which Eve was gifted, which fits with Charlie’s influence giving Emily the ‘free will’ to defy Sera and act against Heaven.

I’ve also talked before about the possibility Emily was brought into existence to fill Lucifer’s place in Heaven. Considering the protective relationship Sera has with Emily, along with her looks of genuine horror at her acting against Heaven, it brings to mind the idea Sera has been fearful that Emily would fall just as Lucifer did for Emily’s entire existence, and as such raised her to be more likely to never stray from Heaven as Lucifer did. Which could add to why Sera hid Heaven’s genocide from her despite Emily being a high ranking seraphim; she couldn’t risk giving Emily a reason to rebel.

Which would be a very striking analogue between the two. Both living replacements for the fallen, born into someone else’s shadow to take their place, intended to be the more docile and proper version of Lilith and Lucifer, less likely to stray from the roles they were created to fill. Though, of course, we know Eve fell to temptation and maybe-probably-definitely left or tried to leave Adam, and that Emily is walking the edge.

(Emily having ties to both Lucifer and Eve seems relevant with how Charlie and Vaggie each have parallels to Lucifer and Lilith. Perhaps in her fall, we’ll see Emily ‘thrive in Hell’ just as Lilith did, and similarities between Charlie and Vaggie to Eve will pop up the more we learn about her?)

What’s also interesting is that Eve ‘falling into temptation’ (choosing Lucifer and Lilith over her preordained role) is what separated her from them. However, if Emily were to choose supporting Charlie’s dream over her place in Heaven, then her falling would be what brought her to Charlie and Vaggie. Thereby their situation acts as a foil to the previous generation’s.

And Emily supporting Charlie is very relevant. In More Than Anything we get the exchange of:

“I’ll support your dream whatever lies in store.”

“And who could ask for more?”

Because Charlie can’t think of anything more she could ask. Charlie’s idea of love and being loved is so heavily based on support and being supported. It’s a part of the conflict in Hell’s Greatest Dad, that Lucifer is being genuine and Alastor manipulative, but Alastor is the one actually providing Charlie with what she asks of him, which Lucifer never has. Charlie shows her love for Hell by believing in them, that they can improve, they deserve safety, and they have worth. It’s why Vaggie’s love is so important to Charlie, because for a long time, she was the only one believing in her.

And what does Emily do?

“I don’t know-”

“Yeah, let’s give him a chance!”

She supports Charlie! She believes and trusts her and argues on her behalf. She’s the only angel in Heaven to have faith in Charlie’s dream. Having Emily in the position of a fallen angel, falling right into Charlie’s arms, Charlie caring for her and nursing her back to health, with her being someone who very deeply believes in her, would be the same conditions that made Charlie fall in love with Vaggie three years ago.

Then for Vaggie, Emily also has a lot of the textbook traits that she loves Charlie for. The overexcited-ness, the care she has for others, even the way she doesn’t pull rank. And what she hasn’t expressed, that being seeing value in Vaggie where she herself does not, it feels natural that Emily would express that in the way Charlie does upon learning Vaggie’s history. We’ve seen her sense of justice and her horror at Heaven’s actions, so her deeply sympathizing with Vaggie would be entirely expected, and would be a very easy way for Vaggie to catch feelings for Emily.

However, there is this:

Which suggests the direction of a jealous Vaggie. I think that works, at least initially, with Vaggie feeling insecure in her relationship with Charlie after Emily falling and being cared for by Charlie in the way she was all that time ago. Those feelings heavily changing however, at the realization that Emily is crushing on her just as much as she is Charlie and how deeply relatable to her Emily’s circumstances and trauma would be.

Then on Emily’s side, not only would she have very much been thinking and focusing on Charlie prior to her fall, once she does, she lands in a very emotionally volatile situation where Charlie and Vaggie are supporting her so much and caring for her so deeply. It makes sense that this would translate to her developing feelings for the both of them.

(Now, this is a bit less definitive, but with Emily’s design, the long hair and dress that covers every inch of her short of her fingers, and Heaven being a stand in for the imperialist church, I do read the coming-of-age story the show has set up for her to be one of a conservative christian raised girl striking out of the doctrine she grew up in and finding community in the people her home had demonized, or at least an allegory for such. So having her develop romantic feelings for two ‘vile and blasphemous’ women in a very non-monogamous way would be very thematically relevant I think)

I would say this all works great as an analogue to Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve. Eve being in the unfortunate situation of Adam’s wife but finding comfort in Lucifer and Lilith and falling for the both of them as Emily would as a fallen angel being comforted by Charlie and Vaggie. Lucifer seeing Lilith reflected in Eve and caring for and helping her as he did before being parallel to Charlie helping Emily as she did Vaggie. Lilith initially feeling negativity towards the woman made to replace her bond so closely with her new love, only to realize Eve is falling for her just as much as she is for Lucifer and empathizing with Eve’s situation so deeply, just like Vaggie.

Then, there’s Adam and Lute. I already mentioned that they play parallel with forcing Lilith and Vaggie out of their respective paradises. Their dynamics are built on Adam and Lute punishing, and their domination over, Lilith and Vaggie, because they need to know their place: beneath them. (There’s also the interpretation of that Lute had or has romantic feelings for Vaggie, which is certainly relevant) The show is being very clear with Lute being Adam’s successor I feel, with her taking on his position as leader of the exorcists following his death.

Then, her line: “Your brat is threatening the very foundation of Heaven.” Personally, that makes me think of a sediment Adam would feel towards Lucifer. That’s he is the source of every problem, that he stole his wives (ignoring that Lilith left him before even meeting Luci), and that he destroyed paradise, Eden. Now that Vaggie and Lute’s conflict has seemingly come to a close, I think the show will be shifting to a Lute vs Charlie conflict, much as Adam shifted from Lilith to his hatred for Lucifer.

Now, if the show wants to push a Adam-Eve dynamic with Lute and Emily, what I could imagine is Lute protecting onto Emily in a very one sided way, where she thinks Charlie has ‘corrupted’ the seraphim (threatening heaven’s foundation) and she must personally ‘save’ her, which would very much align with how Adam would feel towards Lucifer’s influence on Eve.

Now, we can tell that Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve’s relationship Did Not pan out particularly well. So I think much like how Charlie and Vaggie have succeeded where Lilith and Lucifer failed, Charlie, Vaggie, and Emily is going to be the successful foil to their attempted relationship. Then for Lute, I think it becomes a question of: does she accept the olive branch Adam did not, does she eventually understand that she is doing wrong, does she accept mercy, or does she continue down Adam’s path, digging her own grave as he did; except that unlike Adam, there won’t be anyone to cry for her?

And y’know, the angel and 3 immortal humans versus the demon/half immortal human and 3 angels serves as a nice counter.

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #emily hazbin hotel #lute hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lilith morningstar #eve hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #chaggily #forbidden fruits #<- that’s the lucifer+lilith+eve tag yes?#lucilith #chaggie #txt

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grandlinedreams · 7 months

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I know i request alot but i love your writing smmm

Do u mind if u r comie with writing law’s reaction if he thought his girlfriend was cheating on him?like his reaction and if he confronts or not

Emphasize on thought (she didn't cheat he misunderstood)

Stay safe aurhor chan 🖤

Hiya bb, no worries!! I'm glad that you like my writing!! And you stay safe too!! But I also hope this is to your liking!!

[Heads up!: mention of hypothetical infidelity but isn't really abt that, Law is just an anxious babe, insecurity, a lil angst, afab!reader]

"Are you excited about going home?"

You shrug, trying to play off the rise of nervouse excitement that swells in your chest as you answer Penguin. "A little, it's been ages so I'm not sure anyone's going to remember me."

"I'm sure they will," Penguin reassures you and you beam, though it dims a little as you're abruptly reminded of someone who had not shared your enthusiasm about stopping for supplies at your home island.

Law is never particularly enthusiastic about anything, but the soft smile he'd worn at the start of your excited ramble about where Bepo said you were heading had disappeared at a record rate. By the time you were done, his answers had gone to a measure of about two words if you were lucky, and you'd finally given up, heart sinking.

You don't know what the problem is. It's not as though you're planning on leaving the Heart Pirates, planning on leaving him ㅡ you would never. Though you've missed the comforts that always come with the thoughts of home, you're not about to abandon the home that you have now.

ㅡ

Law is afraid that you'll leave.

He doesn't know where the fear has come from given that it's baseless, but the enthusiasm and soft-expressioned way you describe your home island only furthers that creeping feeling until he's trying hard not to think about.

And truth be told, he wouldn't blame you if you did. Being a pirate is dangerous, especially when the bounty only continues to grow ㅡ and though he absolutely tries, he knows he can't promise your safety all the time.

You deserve stability and safety, a future that you can look to and find strong foundation in. You deserve more than what he can give you.

And though it hurts to think about the idea of losing you, Law tells himself that he'll support your decision, no matter what it may be.

ㅡ

To your surprise, there's more than a few people who recognize you, waving and offering greetings.

"Look at you, a genuine pirate now!"

"Staying out of trouble, right? Don't wanna see that pretty face on a Wanted poster!"

Law watches the way you interact with them and chastises himself for getting too into his worries of you wanting to stay here. It's clear that you miss it, but you never stray far from the small group that you've lead to gather supplies.

That is until there's a call of your name and Law looks over to find it to be an unfamilar man, perhaps a year or two younger than himself. He opens his arms, and jealousy rears its ugly green head in Law's chest when you dart forward to throw yourself into him.

He spins you, earning a shriek of delight from you before he sets you down. What he says next is inaudible, but he talks for several moments before your expression shifts to an unreadable one.

"Hey guys," you call, "canㅡcan you finish up without me? I'll meet you in a little bit, I just need to go do something."

There's varying murmurs of agreement, but something ugly blossoms in Law's stomach at the way your hand curls around the newcomer's.

ㅡ

When sunset rolls around and you still haven't come back to the Polar Tang, the ugly thing has curled claws deep into him and sewn its seeds of dissent.

Law knows you would never cheat on him, he knows ㅡ but the familiarity with which you'd treated the other man makes him wonder if you'd be happier with him rather than Law.

Again, if you'd be happier here.

Staring out at the town, it takes him a minute to register that the form growing closer is you, heart giving an uneasy lurch when he sees you lift an arm to your face. Had that other man hurt you?

A quiet "shambles" has him just a few feet from you now and you jolt, startled. "Law?"

"You've been crying," Law points out instead, the tear tracks that glisten on your cheeks. "Did that guyㅡ"

"He didn't do anything," you say, sweeping a hand over both your eyes to rid yourself of remnants. "He went with me to see my parents' graves. He's pretty much been my big brother since I was little, so he said he told everyone else that he wanted to be the one to tell me they'd passed."

Oh.

Law feels awful. He'd been worrying about you cheating on him, leaving him ㅡ and you hadn't been doing either. How could he think so little of you?

He steps closer, tugging you into his arms, heart aching at the muffled hiccup. He doesn't need to ask if you're okay when you're clearly not ㅡ and he feels even worse for the brief flare of satisfaction that you cling to him, fingers curled into his jacket.

"Sorry for worrying you," you mumble softly, "Should've come back sooner."

"Don't apologize." He pauses. "...it's me who should be doing that." When you pull away to look up at him, he looks away. "...I was worried you'd want to stay here. It's safer here, and you could find someone to give you what you deserve. Things I don't know if I can."

You stare blankly as you register his words, and he absolutely loathes the renewed shine of tears in your eyes. "Leave the Heart Pirates? The Polar Tang? You? Trafalgar Law, I would never."

He flinches at the usage of his full name, watching as you sniffle. "You owe me for making me cry again, idiot."

The uneasy tension in his chest starts to let up. "I do," he says. "I'll do anything you want me to."

You take the half-step needed to press your face back into his chest, your voice mumbled. "Can you shambles us back onto the ship? I'm tired and I wanna go home. My real home."

Relief floods his veins at your reassurance that you aren't going anywhere anytime soon, that he has nothing to worry about. That you're his as much as he's yours.

"Yeah," he answers. "Let's go home."

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #ㅡanswered.#–ml: law.

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shaunamilfman · 5 months

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Dating Lottienat

pre-crash headcanons

Lottie and you would definitely start hooking up in a fwb situation where you started messing around because both of you knew the other had feelings for Nat. it began as a getting over Nat by getting under someone else, but you guys ended up falling for each other as well and further complicated the situation.

Nat walks in on y'all messing around one day and gets super jealous, so yall just decide to fuck about it. Nat would definitely assume she was just a hookup for the both of you and would avoid the two of you after instead of having to be emotionally vulnerable for even a second.

you and lottie corner her in the locker room after practice one day and are all like “not even going to call us after?”/ “your child support payment is late 😒”. Nat's ass is so confused but is all for it after a quick conversation about how you guys feel about her.

she just giddily follows the two of you around school for the next few days. she'd be ever so smug about it, but she'd also be super whipped for the both of yall. whenever she gets particularly insufferable Lottie just bats her eyelashes all like “could you get me a soda from the vending machine?” and Nat just 🏃💨

you and Lottie having competitions to see which one of you can embarrass Nat the quickest in public. Lottie for sure has absolutely no shame and would enjoy a good competition. Poor Nat suffers the consequences of your competitive streak though. Imagining Nat burying her head in your shoulder and blushing to her ears in embarrassment over something Lottie did in public. Lottie giving you a smug look in the background as she practically skips over to the two of you.

you and Nat would spend a lot of time at Lottie's empty house. Both Lottie and Nat view home as a particularly stressful place, and they'd really blossom if given a safe place to actually consider home. Nat and Lottie both would really let their guards down if given consistent positive attention, which neither of them have ever really received before.

it does not matter what position you fell asleep in, because you will not wake up that way. You're not sure if the two of them do it in their sleep, or if they purposely do it after the others have fallen asleep but you always wake up in the weirdest positions. Once you fell asleep spooning Lottie and woke up somehow spooning Nat. Neither you nor Lottie could figure out the logistics of that one, but Nat was surprisingly tight-lipped about it.

After falling asleep laying fully on top of Nat and waking up with half your torso being pulled off of her by Lottie you tried to feign sleep to catch them in the act. Either it really was done unconsciously or they were smart enough to realize you were still awake, but you gave up trying to catch them after two nights of nothing.

Lottie loves when you wear her clothes. T-shirts, pants, socks, doesn't matter as long as it belongs to her. Nat, on the other hand, is mostly apathetic to the whole thing. She's never been particularly possessive in that way. She does, however, go absolutely feral the first time she walks in and sees you fast asleep in nothing but her boxers and her nirvana t-shirt. There's something about that specific combination that just drives her wild.

speaking of which, one of the biggest fights the three of you ever get in is when you and Lottie plot together to buy Nat's letterman. She's beyond angry when she finds out and yell about the two of you going behind her back, but really she's just embarrassed. She thinks the two of you buying the jacket for her is a negative reflection on her. The fight really only ends when you interrupt her to sheepishly admit that you and Lottie hadn't bought it with her in mind, and instead were planning split custody of it. She sputters in disbelief and she looks between the two of you and blushes all the way up to her ears. She goes bright red and shyly turns away every time the two of you see her for the next week. You do end up having a serious conversation about it, but you can't help but enjoy the way she hungrily watches you every time you wear it.

Lottie has a love-hate relationship for when her parents call to cancel their visits with her. As a kid she always hated it and would be inconsolable for days; Not, of course, that she had anyone that would try to console her. Now she has pretty mixed feelings about the whole thing. She so desperately wants her parents to love her, but at the same time she knows now that that isn't what love should look like. She still cries sometimes when they cancel, but sometimes she doesn't. Everytime they call you and Nat are there to pick up the pieces. You bring her to bed with you and hold her between the two of you until she falls asleep, not letting go until you have to get ready for school the next morning.

Nat and Lottie always get upset when your parents demand that you come home, though they're both too embarrassed to admit it. Still, you can't help but notice the intensity of their clinginess at school until your parents allow you to return.

#lottie matthews x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets x reader

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daisyblog · 4 months

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Once In A Lifetime

My Drummer Masterlist Summary: YN is given a one time opportunity to join the Jonas Brothers on tour as their drummer, and Harry supports her.

Warning: emotional abuse (YN’s family are not kind to her).

With Harry being back on tour, YN really felt herself slip back into reality. The reality of still being in Holmes Chapel, watching her best friend become Harry Styles and not just her Harry. But watching him up on stage with the other boys, made her feel prouder than she had ever felt before.

YN was on her way home from college, her earphones sat in her ears blaring ‘Dreams’ as her feet walked slowly towards her house. Fleetwood Mac was one of her and Harry’s favourite’s band, so listening to their songs brought her a sense of comfort and closeness, despite him being over the other side of the world.

At the sight of YN’s family house, she stopped in her tracks from across the road. YN noticed both her parent’s cars in the driveway, meaning they were home earlier than usual. Interrupting her thoughts, the front door opened and out walked her older brother, their Mum following him. YN moved out of sight behind a parked large green van not wanting them to see her.

“Bye Lucas, I love you my baby!”. YN rolled her eyes at her Mum’s voice from where she was ducking behind the van. “Please be careful!”.

“I will Mum, love you.”. Lucas could be heard shorting back before he got into his new car.

“Oh Lucas?”. YN heard her Mum once again. “If you see your sister, tell her to get her arse home!”. YN couldn’t help but let out a pathetic laugh at how her Mum’s attitude completely changed when it came to her.

“What‘s the witch done this time?”. YN’s fist clenched as the anger bubbled inside her.

“Failing her classes again.”. She could only guess that her Mum stood there with a disappointed look with her hands on her hips. “She’ll never amount to anything that girl!”.

Tears threatened to spill, but the last thing YN wanted to do was show them that they were hurting her. She was determined to prove them wrong. Sure she was failing but she was being forced to do a class she said she didn’t want to do. What did they expect?

Wanting to prolong her time before having to go back home, she turned to walk in the opposite direction, her feet picking up speed as she longed to get to her favourite place. Not giving it a second thought, YN opened the front door, warmth hitting her along with the smell of lasagna.

“YN? Is that you my darling?”. Anne shouted as YN closed the front door behind her, taking her shoes off by the stairs and hanging her coat up. Her usual routine!

“Yeh, it’s just me Anne!”. YN answered as she walked further into the house. Noticing that Anne had added a few more photo of Harry and the other boys.

“I’m cooking some dinner, do you want to stay and have dinner with us?”. Anne wildly smiled as YN sat at the kitchen table, joining her in the kitchen.

“My favourite! Yes please!”. YN had been having Anne’s dinners since she could remember and they were always the best, made from scratch and just absolutely delicious.

“It’ll be ready in about an hour my love.”. Anne looked up at the clock that hung on the wall as she closed the oven door. “How was college my darling?”.

“Awful!”. YN played with her fingers as Anne sat opposite her at the table. “I’m failing another class now.”.

Anne looked at the young girl in front of her. The one she had known since she was a little three year old with plaits in her hair, the one who followed Harry around the school yard and as they got older so Harry and YN’s friendship blossomed. They would spend majority of their teenage years at her house, either singing and playing the drums in the garage or watching episodes of Friends on repeat, tucked up under a blanket in the living room.

Anne reached over the wooden table, to hold YN’s hand in hers. “It’s not that you’re failing sweetheart…you’re not doing something you enjoy.”.

“Try explaining that one to Julie and Steven.”. YN sounded defeated, like she was close to giving up. “Is it okay if I go in the garage for a bit?”.

“Of course love…that’s what we bought them for.”. Anne smiled at YN, knowing the garage was somewhere where her and Harry spent a lot of time.

YN closed the door that stood between the house and garage, not wanting to disturb Anne and Robin. YN looked at the black drum kit that sat in the middle of the room. Posters of all her and Harry’s favourite artists scattered over the walls. A photo of them both sat on the shelf, they both smiled wildly at the camera as Harry had his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

As she sat on the stool behind the drums, the wooden sticks in her hands, YN felt like she had something to prove. She got up and positioned her phone so it could record her and moved Harry’s microphone to angle where should could sing as she played.

The backing track began to play, YN began to tap the drums with her stick, completely getting lost in the moment already.

Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

YN’s soft but strong voice belted out the song as her hands and arms moved to hit the drums with the beat. Finishing the song, YN watched the video back on her phone. For once, she was proud of herself. So taking the leap, she posted it onto her Instagram, captioning it ‘Drumming is my heartbeat.’ for all of her 238 followers.

The rest of YN’s evening was spent eating dinner with Anne and Robin. They spoke about how well Gemma was doing at university, how One Direction was getting bigger and bigger by the day and how much they missed Harry. They even told YN how proud they were of her for pushing herself everyday to do what she was doing, even though she disliked it.

YN pushed herself through the anxiety of going back to her house. She tip toed through the front door, hoping her parents wouldn’t realise she was home. As she put one foot on the stairs, her name was called.

“Come in here now!”. Her Mum’s voice demanded from the living room. YN reluctantly walked into the room and stood close to the door. “Where have you been?”.

“I’ve been over Anne and Robin’s, I had dinner with them.”. YN explained, as she lifted her bag up higher on her shoulder.

“You spend way too much time over there!”. Her Dad made a comment, as he slouched in the armchair, not taking his away from the tv screen.

“It’s probably one of the reasons she’s failing her classes Steven.”. Julie shook her head, her eyes piercing into YN’s. “Have you got anything to say for yourself?”.

YN didn’t usually answer back, she just stood and took whatever was said about her. But tonight she changed. “I don’t want to be an accountant, I don’t want to follow in your footsteps, I’m not you or Dad…I want to just be me.”:

Steven rolled her eyes and Julie let out a sarcastic laugh. YN’s stopped dropped at their reactions. All she wanted was to be enough.

“Where has that gotten you so far?.” Her Mum’s comment cut deep. “Hmm? You’re not going to get far YN, you’re just a girl who thinks she can play the drums all day every day…it’s pathetic!”.

YN went to respond but her father interrupted. “I’ve had enough of your attitude and behaviour…just go to your room.”.

As YN got to her bedroom door, thinking she had escaped the toxic behaviour of her family for the day, Lucas appeared.

“Oi! Delete that video…I’ve had people messaging me saying how good you are and it’s embarrassing!”. Her brother stuck his head out from his bedroom door. “It’s bad enough we’ve got to listen to your little boyfriend, and his silly band on the radio everyday without thinking you can sing too!”.

YN slammed the door shut, locking it behind her. Her way of shutting out the world. It was nights like tonight that YN would escape over to Harry’s house, and he would reassure her that her family were to blame. But with Harry over the other side of the world, she felt lost.

She got into bed that night and scrolled through her Twitter to see what Harry and the band had been up to from the fans. Lost in the moment of scrolling, her phone pinged and her favourite name appeared.

Harry 💙: I miss you my little drummer! I saw your video, one of our favourites. You’re amazing! I miss our days of singing and drumming in the garage. The other boys are so impressed with you too. Keep banging those drums. Love you xx

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It was a few weeks later and YN had continued to post video covers of herself singing and playing the drums. It felt like therapy to her, her escape from reality. The views and positive comments she was getting, really encouraged her. It boosted her confidence and made her feel worthy for once. Lucas still tried to knock her down, he even showed their parents saying that she was embarrassing them as a family.

Harry continued to send her positive messages, encouraging her to keep doing it and saying how he looked forward to them every day. Even the Niall and Louis had messaged her on Twitter to say how good she was and how jealous they were of her drumming skills. Her and Niall had made a deal that if he taught her to play guitar, she would teach him to play the drums.

YN had just left college for the day, like usually her earphones were placed into her ears as she walked. The sound of an email went off and a notification appeared on her screen. Opening it up, curious to see what it was, YN couldn’t believe what she was reading.

Good Afternoon, YN

I hope this email finds you well.

I’m Johnny Wright and I am a Talent Manager at Hollywood Records, and currently managing the Jonas Brother’s. They have a tour starting in October this year and we are recruiting a drummer.

We have seen your talent via videos from your social media, and are interested in arranging a meeting with yourself to discuss you becoming apart of the tour.

We can see that you are currently residing near Manchester in the UK. If you decide you would like to proceed with the meeting, I can arrange for us to meet in London. All accommodation, travel and expenses for yourself and one other person will be paid for.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Best wishes

Johnny

Talent Manager

YN stopped in her tracks, re-reading the email over and over. “This has to be a joke!”. She whispered to herself. She needed to tell Harry, but just as she was about the click on his contact to phone him, she stopped herself realising it was the middle of the night for him.

She held a bit of hope that her parents would be thrilled and support her through this incredible opportunity. For the first time, YN ran home as fast as her legging covered legs would take her. She pushed through the front door with force.

“Mum? Dad?”. She called through the quiet house.

“Oh stop shouting YN, we’re only in here.”. Julie demanded, from where she stood in the plain beige kitchen.

“Look at this!”: YN pushed her phone, displaying the email, into her Mum’s hands. “Isn’t this amazing?”. A proud grin shined brightly on her lips.

Julie read through the email quickly, before handing the phone back to YN and continued to cook. YN looked at her Mum, waiting for her response, but nothing came.

“Mum?”. She encouraged, praying this was the moment she needed to prove to her family that she was capable and that she could make them proud.

“You’re not going.”. Julie said flatly as she stirred the food in the saucepan. “They’re trying to humiliate you, not to dishearten you but you can’t sing and you’re not that good on the drums either.”.

“We’ll see about that!”. YN answered back, determined to prove her own mother wrong.

YN made her way over to one place she knew she’d have the best reaction, Anne’s house. walking through the door, she could see a suitcase sitting in the hallway. She thought Gemma may have been home from university. But walking around the corner, for the second time that day she couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Harry?”. YN ran straight into his arms, holding him tight. “Oh I’ve missed you!”:

Harry’s arms held her tight, leaving no space between their bodies. “Not as much as I’ve missed you.”.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming home.”. YN questioned him as they broke apart.

Harry shrugged his shoulders as he looked between his Mum and YN. “Wanted to surprise two of my favourite women!”. He cheekily chuckled.

“Well you’ve got good timing because I’ve got something to show you.”.

YN showed Harry and Anne the email from Johnny. They were so incredibly proud and supportive of her. They encouraged her not to listen to her Mum and this was a one time opportunity and she needed to do it for herself.

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A week later, YN found herself in Harry and Louis’ flat in London, where she was staying for the weekend and for her meeting for the Jonas Brother’s tour. YN was nervous, excited too but scared that she was going to mess up.

Before she headed off to where the meeting was being held, Harry and Louis both gave her a positive talk.

“You’re going to do great and one thing you need to do is believe in yourself.”. Harry started the positivity talk.

“Harold’s right YN…you’re incredible and you don’t give yourself enough credit…go in there and smash those drums.”. YN smiled at how lucky she was that Harry brought four amazing boys into her life.

“I’ve always said you’re the only girl who I’d want to bang my drums.”. Harry sent YN a wink at his attempt to be a little cheeky.

“Harry!”. YN playfully pushed his arm.

YN was gone for around three hours and Harry and Louis couldn’t help but pace their flat. Trying to keep themselves distracted but it was no help because time only seemed to slow down. They were sat watching a football game on the tv when they heard a knock at their door. They both ran in a race to opened the door first, Harry winning and there waiting to be let in was YN.

“I’m going on tour!”. YN shouted excitedly to the both of them. Harry scooped her up into his arms and hugged her tight. He was proud beyond words.

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toiwen · 2 months

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Love, Yet The Jedi Code. Foreword

Summary: Their friendship blossomed quickly. It felt as right and completely unexpected as finding your cyber crystal among many others in the Ilum caves.

How they first met was quite spectacular.

Obi-Wan was sure it clearly paved the way. However, the circumstances of their first encounter were unfortunate for him.

He was in trouble. But she helped him avoid punishment for some time. With grace and humor.

Needless to say, what a vivid impression she made on him, the initiate.

Over the years, she never failed to surprise him like she did even before they properly talked. It led them to a dangerous and unstable position where restrictions faded.

And the Jedi Code was broken.

Relationships: Obi-Wan/Original female character

Tags: hurt/comfort, slowburn, fix it, from friends to lovers, canon typical violence

Disclaimer:

English is not my first language. This fanfiction doesn't strictly follow the canon. And I'm a slow writer :)

I love reasonable criticism. So go ahead!

This fanfiction is also posted on ao3.

That's all. Enjoy the chapter!

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A Jedi initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi walked out of a History classroom, looking pensive at notes on his datepad and then closing them with a tired sigh.

Master Aqwu finally moved from Evolution of AgriCorps to Jedi Code Establishment, which seemed a far more useful and captivating theme to Kenobi. He even asked for additional literature on the subject. However, the creche mates did not share Obi- Wan’s enthusiasm and continued to imitate writing down while they were actually sleeping. He could not blame them for lack of attention. Not when it was clearly visible that Master Aqwu preferred any tedious mission to teaching children the curves of history.

Though it would have been pretty nice to have someone who had heeded the lecture that day. Because Obi-Wan was not capable of shrugging off the incompleteness of the master’s words and texts that were given within the course.

He automatically rounded a corner to exit the Study Wing.

Master Aqwu said that Jedi numbers were much higher. About forty Jedi Temples and other objects like fortresses and libraries were built throughout the Galaxy. In a dozen of them, children were taught Jedi arts. Then the rise of the Sith came and left behind ruins.

Obi-Wan wanted to learn what had gone wrong.

“How did the Jedi of those times miss the increasing threat of the Dark Side?”, he asked Master Aqwu, almost interrupting her monotonous voice.

The master gave him a slightly exasperated look, he recalled. Obi-Wan’s curiosity was somewhat insatiable that day.

Kenobi knew he was slightly unbearable that day and did not stop.

Master Aqwu always praised interest despite her own lack of involvement. So Kenobi did not restrain himself from asking questions. It cost him several eye rolls from peers and a bit of overwhelming awkwardness, which did not really matter.

“As I mentioned before”, Master Aqwu stressed, “the techniques of the Sith had not been fully examined before this massive attack. For instance, merging with the Force and not being exposed was one of them. The Dark Side kept their whereabouts, relocations, and schemes in a strict secret as well. Even followers themselves didn’t know every detail. Few who knew didn’t dare to spread information, fearing awful consequences”.

Obi-Wan frowned.

“But to destroy Temples they needed a decent amount of support. It is impossible to control what so many recruits and allies say. Something might have slipped”

“Pieces of details did”, the master nodded.

“Operations were organised on the basis of it”, she added, noticing the inquisitive glances of woken initiates.

“I see. And what kind of operations?”, Obi-Wan enquired politely.

“Well, mostly collection of information, spying missions included. It was vital not to cause panic, so our predecessors adhered to quiet politics”.

“I suppose it was a way to handle the situation”, Kenobi agreed cautiously, and did his best not to give out scepticism in his voice.

Fortunately his attempt was successful. Aqwu smiled kindly and renewed the lecture.

Obi-Wan passed by the windows. Outside them, the metal and glass of Coruscant were blazed with sunset light. He glanced at the beauty of it.

Kenobi repeated the lesson in his head to clarify if he understood correctly. The Jedi were taken aback because they did not act against the Sith openly.

Did they only make sorties to enjoy the sight of the evil Sith doing their shady deals? This passive behaviour sounded unreasonable. Not the way of the Jedi at all. Obi-Wan hoped to find answers in archives and books. In this case, he wished to be wrong in his assumptions.

Kenobi decided to hold the reading and headed to the training rooms down the hall. They must be gone by now, but he did not mind being on his own.

However, he was not the first person to think that one late practicing was good that day.

Apparently, the first one was supposed to be Bruck Chun.

Kriffing Kenobi’s luck.

“Hello-hello, Oafy-Wan. What can I see? Have you come to train your saber skills? I’m afraid it’s useless, my dear friend. Firstly, you will be sent out soon. Secondly, let’s remember that you’ve been incapable from birth. Considering your midi-chlorians and all.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes flashed with anger. He was sick of the everyday mockery of him. Often his friends were caught in the middle of it. Bruck always slithered into his mind and bit vulnerable parts like a snake. It would have been wiser to cope with him as such.

Kenobi barely contained himself from a bunch of good insults.

“Well, if I’m incapable, what are you doing here? You were here before I came”, he replied curtly, clenching fists.

Obi-Wan turned on his heels for tactical retreat. He was not in the mood for a word fight.

Bruck was not either. He despised Kenobi and did not need more to ignite his lightsaber.

“I’m here because I was guided by the Force to beat your arse”, Chun snickered and lunged.

Obi-Wan expected it and grabbed his weapon just in time to strike away Bruck’s blow.

The opponent recoiled and targeted Kenobi’s leg. Obi-Wan met the other boy’s blade, stepped back to keep distance, and redirected his lightsaber to the opened left arm. Chun parried and moved towards the rival. Obi-Wan meticulously exchanged Bruck’s attacks to his blocks.

And the track of time was lost in sparring in the empty hall.

Bruck saw that Obi-Wan was choosing mostly to catch his lightsaber hits than to make onslaughts himself. Chun pushed harder. Kenobi stubbornly raised his blade again and again, meeting blows without a miss. He played the game of waiting and reacting, no matter how tiring it was. Obi-Wan knew for sure it would lead to the win when Bruck could not carry on at full strength.

Obi-Wan firmly ducked Chun’s saber and drew his weapon above the rival’s torso to strike hard. But he quickly discovered that he should have defended longer.

Bruck’s blade swirled swiftly and jabbed his opponent’s arm. Obi-Wan hissed in pain and suppressed the urge to grasp the injured limb.

He sensed Bruck’s triumph flowing around in the Force. Kenobi cursed his impatience and the fear of being punished for fighting. Obi-Wan ignored the bitterness inside. He tried to calm down. Kenobi repeated “there is no emotion, there is peace” several times and swung his blade to cross it with Chun’s.

Obi-Wan called the Force to assist him, gritting his teeth when it was for naught.

He clashed his lightsaber against the aggressive blade of his rival. Bruck’s forehead was wet from the sweat. Kenobi could make a guess that he was not in a better shape either. Especially when his arm began to ache more. But the hope of lasting enough to win was still with him.

Obi-Wan watched Chun’s attacks closely and tried not to lose faith. After multiple moves from Bruck, Kenobi’s opponent indeed appeared to be less and less precise. Obi-Wan allowed himself to feel a bit happy about it.

Then Bruck suddenly stopped strikes. He stretched his arm forward, trying to knock down Obi-Wan with the Force.

Kenobi barely stayed on his feet. Obi-Wan was about to meet the wall by his back as he desperately attempted to dive into the Force. Obi-Wan closed his eyes. He let the Force envelop and guide him. Kenobi took a deep breath. He found it.

Obi-Wan hit the floor harshly and jumped to the height of the huge doors which lead to the training rooms. He never leapt this high.

Kenobi flipped in the air several times. His head was clear despite the spins he was making. The Force hummed pleasantly. It assured Obi-Wan of the rightness of what he was doing.

So when Kenobi launched, he stood firmly. Chun’s stance gave him an opportunity, and Obi-Wan did not hesitate. He pressed his blade against Bruck’s dominant arm with an abrupt swing. Chun yelped. A boy who taunted Obi-Wan dropped his lightsaber.

Obi-Wan summoned it and smiled broadly, not believing himself. Bruck’s weapon laid heavily in Kenobi’s hand. Obi-Wan looked at Chun's lightsaber hilt. It was a blue, shining material with twisted vines on it. There were few scratches on the handgrip.

“What a scruffy guy you are”, Kenobi teased, raising an eyebrow.

Bruck’s shock was still evident on his face. Soon, it was replaced with his hot shame.

“Don’t think you’re the best if you win once, Kenobi”. Chun spitted out.

He snatched his lightsaber out of Obi-Wan’s grip and walked away mad. His strides were long, as if Bruck hurried to get out of this hall. Obi-Wan thought it was hilarious.

He smiled even more broadly when Chun kicked the carpet on the floor.

But right after it, Kenobi’s high spirits ended sharply.

He saw how Bruck’s figure was tilting. Chun stumbled, collapsing on the floor with a thud. Obi-Wan ran towards him. Kenobi shook Bruck’s shoulder and called out his name.

Silence was the only reply.

Obi-Wan panicked. The air was sucked out of his lungs. The skin of Bruck became bluish.

They were rivals, yes, but he did not wish Chun dead.

He looked around, disoriented, and lowered to Bruck.

"The Halls of Healing were pretty far from here," the reminder raced in Obi-Wan’s head.

He measured Chun’s pulse. It was unsteady.

“It means you must move, Obi-Wan”, Kenobi ordered himself, putting his palm on Bruck’s back.

“Alright, let’s get...let’s get you to...”, Obi-Wan whispered to no one in particular.

Kenobi pulled Chun’s body to take him, brushing aside the pang in his injured arm when someone with really long hair rushed past him.

It was a girl dressed in fancy robes. Surprise filled Kenobi’s eyes.

“Leave him on the floor”, the girl got down and rolled up her sleeves.

“I’ll help him”, her voice sounded so confident that he obeyed.

Obi-Wan did not know what to do with his hands.

What if he went too far in the sparring.

What if he should have let Bruck win.

The girl lifted Bruck’s legs and bent them at the knees. She slackened Chun’s collar of his Jedi apparel. The girl rested her hand on his chest. Obi-Wan, who stood frozen until this sight, turned away, feeling oddly embarrassed.

“How long does your friend have problems with his heart?”, she asked, almost demanding.

The girl met his gaze, which he had brought back to see the passed out boy. Her irises were yellow. Obi-Wan dismissed the stupid Sith association, thinking about what she had just said.

Worry sank in his mind. He frowned.

“What? The heart problem?”, he encountered himself struggling with words and cleared his throat.

Instead of continuing the talk, she closed her eyes. The air buzzed as the swarm of invisible insects dashed to the girl’s pressed palm. The Force concentrated around her fingers. Obi-Wan stared in awe as waves of energy seeped past him to her. The skin tone of Bruck was lightning to normal colour.

“His heart beats as it should”, the girl breathed out in relief and distanced from Chun.

Kenobi noticed the tremble of the girl’s hands before she hid them in the rich fabric of her clothes.

At the end of the hall, several figures accompanied by droids came out. A woman and a man floated graciously behind Master Yoda. Their robes were embroidered with the same patterns the girl wore.

The girl and Obi-Wan hurried to stand up.

Master Yoda spoke up first.

“Lucky we are today. All the missed children we at once have found”, he chuckled.

“Obi-Wan, what misfortune with Bruck has occurred?”

“He fainted, Master Yoda”, Kenobi said, deciding not to elaborate.

Obi-Wan realised his brevity was spotted immediately. However, he could not help but want to keep himself unexecuted longer.

“I see”, Yoda hummed, “to the Halls of Healing you should Bruck take”.

Obi-Wan bowed and moved to Chun, but the girl politely intruded.

“Master Yoda, if my experience, not so extensive as it is currently, is any indication of how to treat patients, you should leave the passed out boy on the floor for some time. Otherwise, it can lead to repeated fainting as the passed out boy evidently suffers from heart disease. He will need a rest and a full examination. I’m sure his friend Obi-Wan will give the boy a hand as he tried to do when I came here. He will take the passed out boy to the Halls of Healing when he wakes. I suppose it’s necessary as my parents and I are needed to take care of the health of one of your masters. I deeply apologise for causing an obstacle through my absence. I heard many wonderful stories about Jedi Temple and wished to see it personally as soon as possible”.

She deeply bowed, imitating Obi-Wan’s manner. Her parents shared a smile with each other, albeit secretly and not ruining their composure. Master Yoda seemed amused as well, rubbing his chin.

Obi-Wan was quite flustered. His thoughts were darting. The girl called Bruck “the passed out boy” several times, even though she remembered Obi-Wan’s name from Yoda’s words. Obi-Wan swore she mocked Bruck.

But most importantly, the girl saved him from being punished. Not entirely, yes, but she did it.

And she did it for him.

Obi-Wan blushed and tried to conceal it.

“I should apologise for my long talking as well, I assume”, she said sheepishly, “it might have been tiring to listen”.

“Long you were speaking but making good points you were”, Yoda calmed the girl.

“Your advice we should listen. Obi-Wan, wait when Bruck wakes up and to the Halls take him. And I our guests will lead”.

The group proceeded, now the girl closed the procession. She winked at him and turned away.

Obi-Wan strangely felt warm.

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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Still Want You

dad!laurie

laurie laurence x pregnant march!sister reader

my masterlist

warnings: pregnancy sex, mutual masterbation, oral (m/f receiving), mentions of sexist victorian etiquette/rules, fingering

summary: laurie laurence adores you even at your most vulnerable, heavily pregnant with his first born and not feeling your best.

word count: 2.0k words

notes: surprise! this was not on my wip or even on my radar when i posted that wip update but this was meant to just be a writing exercise from a random prompt but i’m in love with this! really glad to be writing again and do what makes my soul sing. again please enjoy this, reblog and comment.

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“Did the baby just kick you?” You squeaked excitedly as Laurie stared at you in surprise with wide eyes, his warm palms never leaving your abdomen.

Swollen ankles, sore limbs dominated your days as life blossomed within you. To your darling husband however, you were glowing more strikingly than ever.

Ever since you have become husband and wife, you have transformed into a completely innocent, oblivious stranger to the entanglements of the flesh with your caring spouse more than willing to indulge in you wholly and selflessly.

Introducing you to pleasures and sensations that you could only dream of, it was only sooner or later before the inevitable of a child growing in your belly was to become reality.

With his ostensibly perpetual trust fund and inheritance allowing him every whim and freedom, your planned two-week honeymoon extended into a few months across Europe without any responsibilities calling him back home to the American continent.

By the time you had returned to New England, having left in the dawn of summer and returning in the late spring, your symptoms of lightheadedness, nausea were confirmed by a head doctor from the capital that Laurie’s grandfather insisted that his granddaughter-in-law only deserved the best.

If you felt that you were looking and feeling your worst, the love of your life would tirelessly, eagerly complement you and give in to your every whim and desire.

“I have swelled like a whale, Laurie. How could you want me still when I look like this?” You pout, wiping the sweat off your brow as you sat down clumsily with a hand over your belly.

“That is nonsense, my dear wife. On the contrary, I desire you more than ever. If you will ever let me show you that-” Laurie shakes his head with a teasing smile, his eyes shining with a blend of lust and adoration, raising his brow suggestively, before you jokingly push him away by the shoulder.

You wanted nothing more than to give in to his temptation, the feeling of his lush lips against where your neck meets your shoulders, an electrifying jolt down your spine of want and desire that numbs the discomfort and pain pregnancy has given you over the past few months.

You squeak weakly as you press your palms on his chest for support, his wandering hands fluttering from the curves of your side, your breasts and hips that have grown and flourished much to his delight, and reeling in the enhanced softness of your flesh that was only brought upon by the child growing in your bosom.

“Is it not wrong for a pregnant wife for me to engage in such frivolity when she is already with child? Will we not be frowned upon that you give such attention to the pleasures of the flesh not only to yours, but always satisfy mine? Is this not only meant for an act of procreation-” Laurie’s face drops in concern and worry, pausing his escapes in worshiping your body to frame your face, cupping your cheeks with calloused hands as he looks you right in the eye.

“My rose, who has planted such ridiculous things into your mind like so? Yes, that is what proper society demands of man and wife, but we are not like them, remember? It pains me for you to believe that you deserve paltry, baseline treatment when I want to adore you, cherish you, worship you like the goddess you are. “ Peppering kisses from your forehead down to your nose, the apples of your cheeks as tears start to fall from your eyes, he manages to appease at least a giggle from your form.

“There you go, my girl. If you allow me, I want to make a temple of your body just like I always have. The mere fact that our love making has resulted in a child, a wonderful blessing from God who is half you and half me only makes me want you more.” His fingers hovered over the lace of your corset, fortunately much looser than typical fashion expected in order to make room for your growing belly, and waited for a willing nod from you.

You reach forward for a passionate kiss on his lips as far as your belly can allow your torsos to touch, sliding off his obsidian coat of his slender arms and leaving him in the fine, pure white chemise you always adored on him.

Desperate moans from him only urge you further, smirking in how drunk he is in his lust, his want and desperation for you. Reaching and digging into you like a distant treasure he seeks but cannot find, yet he is always yours and you are always for him for the taking.

The laces of the corset are set loose and falls down the ground unceremoniously, in which you step out of and kick away carelessly, too consumed by dragging your tongue around his neck and collarbones.

The buttons of his dress shirt pop open with your joint effort, as you both lean towards the plush mattress of your joint bedroom. He carefully undresses your fine dress he had personally tailored for you by one of the top designers in Europe, remembering how much you adored this colour on your skin tone and wanted to save it for the future.

Left only in your undergarments, he pulls down his trousers and leaving himself bare for you to revere before raising the translucent cream undergarment that left nothing to the imagination as you lift your arms to assist him.

Laurie steps away to drink in your figure with hunger, licking his lips and his eyes exploring around you wildly as your heart thumps so loud you can hear your heartbeat, brushing your thighs together to satisfy the warmth growing underneath.

“Look at you, my darling. Pregnancy agrees with you, look how our love has created a life. How your body has transformed to make room for our child, how your breasts have grown and already produce milk, your hips widened, your limbs filled in, your skin glowing - I must have you and I cannot believe I am so lucky to have you.” He reaches down trailing kisses around your neck before leaning in feverishly to suck on your nipples while fondling the other breast with kneading hands, eliciting a pitched whine from you.

Giving the same attention to the other breast, you tangle your fingers into his curls. He sucks delicately to your under breast and down your sternum before pressing his ear curiously to your belly, smiling warmly before he gently pushes you down the mattress with so much care like you were made of glass and going to break easily.

He ravishes you into another all-consuming kiss in which you battle your tongue with his feverishly, opening your legs wide and playing with your clit and mound between your legs that radiates a delicious moan from your husband, eyes rolling behind his eyes in intoxication.

“I want you to play with yourself, my dove.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“Yes, please.”

Teddy admires you with adoring eyes, before reaching down to toy with his shaft, using the precum already settling from his tip and base, crying your name captivatingly like a prayer. You plunge another finger in your head and cannot control the squeals that come from your mouth has you increase your speed.

Suddenly, he joins your fingers in your heat and moan so loudly as the wave of dizziness overcomes you, so entrenched in the lush haze he has brought you into without warning. Leaning forward to pinch your clit before he sucks it in with his own mouth and teeth, he licks and indulges in your mound like a starved man.

From your head to your toes, you feel the string in your belly pull apart and yanked, a dream like state that has you flying and splattering all the stars in the sky as it becomes all haziness and bright lights in your vision.

Your fingers joined with his and his mouth erupts into your orgasm, releasing into his mouth and all over both your fingers. Laurie kisses your clit once more before he smouches you, your metallic taste on his tongue causing you to moan once more.

Panting and catching your breath from your orgasm, he smooths your hair and pecks your forehead before he moves down to line up with your core, but you stop him with a grasp on his wrist.

“Do you not want to go on, my love? I can stop at any time if you are uncomfortable or hurting the baby?”

“No, no - I want you in my mouth.”

“Darling, it would only strain you for you to get on your knees. What if it injures our child?”

Sliding your head down towards the edge of the bed, he watches you curiously as you tuck a pillow underneath your head and wait patiently with an open mouth.

“You can take me like this, hovering over me while I lie down.” He swears lustily as he climbs towards you, knees between your head and brushing against your ears, earning a chuckle from you as it slightly tickles you.

Reaching forward with shaky, impatient hands as you stroke his length, earning a sharp inhale from him as he lines up against your mouth, feeling your warm cavern and your lips, inch by inch until your nose hits his pubic bone and you moan in delight.

The salty taste of his shaft as he slowly rises above you, relenting in a regimented, reluctant pace. Muttering and groaning in vulgar phrases, Laurie picks up a pace with tightly shut eyes and warm, rosy cheeks as his thrusting turns quick and frenzied. As you join your fingers around his cock and massage his lower abdomen before he floods your mouth with his warm, viscous release.

Gathering his breath with his forehead resting against the headboard, he pulls out from your mouth and smothers his palms all over your spent body. Tracing a line down your arms, pinching your nipples between his fingers, slurping and licking your belly button, he takes another pillow and puts it gently underneath your lower back.

“Is this comfortable, my angel?”

“Mmm.” You purr dreamily, supporting your belly as you spread your knees as wide as possible.

His large hands clenching your ankles, Laurie convulsed deftly into you, earning a piquant wail from your shaking form. He groans as he watches where you meet, joined into one without any thought of the outside world. You only felt him in your veins, in your joints, in your soul, merged together. He was the only thing you could see, feel, taste, touch - you wanted nothing more than this. If there was ever a heaven, you found it.

He releases into you ,holding your legs up to your chest, spread wide to not squish your protruding stomach. Laurie rests his head against your belly, embracing your bump and hands circled around your waist as he relishes in skin to skin contact with his wife and unborn child.

“I never thought you could become even more beautiful than ever, my dear. Yet you have, you always do, day by day. No words can do it justice. How you create this life with such grace, such strength. I cannot love and thank you enough.”

Beaming with so much joy you feel you cannot smile any wider, you massage his scalp and tug on his curls in a manner only you know he adores, he relish in the physical touch that brings fire to your loins, brings you more life than you ever have felt before.

Your child, will they have his eyes? Or your temperament? What about his curls? None of that mattered when they were all so close to you, skin to skin, feeling the warmth of his flesh against yours, breathing so slowly, as if a reminder he was real and fully alive in front of you.

“And I adore you too, Theodore Laurence. You have been the most wonderful husband, and you will be just as marvelous as a father.”

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blossom-adventures · 8 months

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Kupo Con: Pom2, London, 15th & 16th September 2023

Where do I even begin! What a weekend!

Long story under the cut, because I need to tell you everything 😆

Starting off on Friday the 15th, we drove down to our hotel in Watford, which allowed us to get a train into London for Pre-Reg, which was available for Patreons of KupoCon, to get our tickets.

A lot of people were there and I probably knew half of them, or more, from the Discord Server but I was too nervous and shy to go over and say hello. Until I saw the only one I’d met previously, I went over and said hello! She then introduced me to one of the other people there, the cosplayer who won the “People’s Choice” Cosplay award last Kupo and who has been incredibly supportive of me every time I’ve shared progress on Discord and our meeting went like this… (using initials for privacy ☺️)

L: “Hey R this is P, from the discord!”

R: “Are you Blossom!?”

P: “Yes!”

R gives me a big hug

I spent a while talking with him and I think we became fast friends, I felt like I’d known him for ages! (Technically kind of had, because we’ve been talking in the discord) and I was really nervous but he was so lovely and made it so easy to talk to him!

Then, because of train times, we had to leave, but I’d met several of the other cosplayers (mainly Clives… no joke! I met 3 all at the same time!) and I was absolutely buzzing for the main event!

Saturday the 16th, the main event! Me and my mum got to the venue just as the doors opened, within 10mins I was in an elevator with a Noctis cosplayer, who jokingly asked if they’d survive this elevator ride! 😆 I then had a Sephiroth comment on my cosplay as I walked past

I met up with R because I knew how excited he was to see my cosplay, we had another hug (as much as we both could manage anyway; I was in a tight black coat and he was in full Clive cosplay) and he went off to support his friend who was dressed as FFXs Ifrit!

While waiting for the Opening Ceremony to start, I got given my first Masquerade Token! I was beside myself with excitement! I couldn’t believe it!

The Opening Ceremony was so fun! I met a friend who I’ve known online since December, which was amazing!

And then the Cosplay Parade happened! John Bentley (Barret FFVIIR) and Liam Mulvey (Libertus FFXV Kingsglaive) were presenting it, they were both so enthusiastic about it! I was really nervous because I was stepping up onto a stage in front of a lot of people, but I did it, and Liam’s reaction was priceless!

Then we went on our way, wandering the stalls and doing quests. Every time I passed R and his group, he checked in with me, to make sure I was ok and having a good time, which I really appreciated as it was my first Kupo and Cosplay.

Then I joined the queue to meet Liam… I said hello and gave him a print of a commission I’d had done earlier in the year and then he signed my own copy of the print… and then he gave me a Masquerade Token and I was lost for words! Because I didn’t realise the guests would also have tokens!

Riding that high, I decided to join the queue to meet John. And WOW! That man is amazing! He’s so lovely and excited and genuinely loves the community! Once he’d signed my print we went to get a picture, and he complimented me on my cosplay, when I said it was my first one, he was amazed! So he told his wife (who was holding my phone to take the picture for me) to video a message, which is of him saying how awesome my cosplay was, then he gave me another Token! I couldn’t believe it! I excitedly told R what had happened and he said how amazing that was too!

By the end of the day and the start of the Closing Ceremony I had been given 9 Tokens! I had been saying in the Discord Server that 1 or 2 would be amazing! But I got 9!!!

I stayed with R for the Closing Ceremony, chatting and laughing, someone he knew from a past event complimented me on my cosplay, which R instantly agreed with, he was so supportive of everything and I will always be grateful for that

Both the “People’s Choice” and “Staff Choice” award was won by a cosplayer who made, and was operating, Hell House from FFVII which was a much deserved win.

It was at the end of the Closing Ceremony that I got a selfie with Ben, I’d spoke to him briefly earlier, after his panel, saying that I was hoping to get into the queue to meet him properly, to which he replied “Ok, Ardyn!”

But looking at the line to meet him I knew I would miss the opportunity, so as he returned to finish off the signings that were waiting for him I asked if I could grab a selfie, and he said yes, as he ran off to his table he said how good my cosplay was too.

I went over to Liam and John to thank them once again for the Tokens they gave me, and how much they meant to me, they both responded with similar things; that it was deserved!

Feeling the lump in my throat from the emotions those compliments caused, I went over and said goodbye to R, knowing I’d likely not see him again face to face until February for the Birmingham KupoCon, I managed to keep it together until I got back to my mum, I started crying shortly after!

Please! If anyone has read this far who is a Final Fantasy fan I couldn’t recommend Kupo more! It was amazing! I’ve never felt so welcomed and included at a convention before and everyone I met was lovely and supportive

Next stop for me is Birmingham in February, until then… “Walk Tall, My Friends”

#blossom rambles #final fantasy #kupocon #cosplay

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lets-break-free-from-our-chains · 10 months

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Always and Forever My Truest: Chapter 2

(A/N): Hey everyone! Surprised myself with writing chapter 2 so quickly, but after writing the first chapter I think I really got my mood back for the series. By the looks of it I think it’ll really start kicking off in chapter 3 or so. I hope you guys like chapter 2! Let me know in the comments if you want to be added to the taglist, and thank you for all the support on my writing!

Word Count: 1,300-ish

Summary: Anniversary planning is never easy, especially when it’s your 453rd anniversary. Now the reader must be the one to deal with annoying Alexanders and the new information about a long lost Alexander female was just be brought to light.

Warnings: dub-con, forced marriage, polygamy, possible Stockholm syndrome?, obsessive/possessive behavior, Yandere-ish Walter de Ville, dom/sub relationship, abuse of power, threats—warnings to be added. Let me know if I missed anything.

18+ MINORS DNI!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! I DON’T NEED TO GET IN TROUBLE BECAUSE YOU’RE A MINOR READING STUFF YOU KNOW VERY WELL YOU SHOULD NOT BE READING!!! THANX

Disclaimers: I do not own The Invitation or any of the characters within the movie. You know what is and isn’t mine.

Walter de Ville x Wife!Reader

~Present day in 2022~

~(Y/N) P.O.V~

Roses. Traditional and elegant, but so unoriginal. Possibly the bleeding heart flower? The master would certain find that choice amusing. Then again, there is Cherry Blossoms. Representing renewal, which is befitting given the celebration.

‘Oh, but we had those for our 342nd Anniversary!’ I thought in frustration, huffing out a sigh. ‘Where is the creativity. The awe factor!’

The event coordinator must have sensed my rapidly rising irritation, as I shuffled through the damn flower books, and she scrambled to suggest more flower ideas. “There is always Locus flowers, Lady De Ville! They would certainly make a statement and the setting—”

“No.” I stated, indifference overcoming my composure. “No, I just don’t understand I suppose. You’ve had days and days to prepare and nothing you have shown me has yet to impress me in the slightest. Perhaps, I was wrong in believing you fit for the task…”

I stare her down as she struggles to find words in her defense. It was amusing in a way. Despite how I am in the presence of my husband, I cast off an entirely different persona in the presence of the public. A persona to rival that of the master. It’s certainly an entertaining sight for my Lord Love to watch as I interact with people. My mother always said, “who we are and who we have to be, are sometimes to completely different things.”

‘Words that I live by to this day.’ I mused to myself.

The coordinator still has yet to find solid footing and I grow tired of her incompetence. I close my eyes in disappointment and turn to leave the gardens before an innocent voice cuts through the air.

“Wait (Y/N/N)! Look at these flowers, Jade Vines.” Lucy called out, turning to me with a picture of turquoise blue flowers. ‘They certainly were stunning and most of all unconventional’ I pondered. I beckon her closer and she came bounding over, blonde curls bouncing softly with her every movement.

I hear the coordinator finally find her irksome voice, “Yes, Jade Vines would be an excellent choice! They are exotic flowers from the Philippines and considered one of the world’s most rare flowers, if not the rarest.”

I drown out her voice as a study the picture before I cast my gaze up to Lucy’s anticipated facial expression. I finally smile as I speak, “Yes, the Jade Vines would be perfect!” Lucy lets out an excited squeak. “Well done, Lucy.”

I bestow a soft endearing look to her as her face lights up at the praise and she bounces in her place. Viktoria can be so impatient with Lucy, bossing her about, and sometimes being just downright cruel. When Viktoria isn’t bullying her she simply ignores Lucy as if she isn’t even there. It saddens me to think that Lucy believes that no one cares for what she has to say. I do though, and I gladly listen her rambling. It’s nostalgic in a way as it reminds me of a younger me. A human me.

“Perhaps, I should place Lucy in charge of my anniversary event.” I glare at the other woman, who once again finds herself lost for words. “Don’t disappoint me again.” Which she vehemently nods in fear.

With that I swiftly turn and depart from the gardens. I’m almost inside when Renfield stops me on the spacious patio. He bows before rising to speak, “My deepest apologies for disturbing your planning, Lady De Ville. However, Oliver Alexander made an unannounced visit with what he claims is urgent news.”

I give Renfield an inquisitive and uncertain look before I fall back into my normal façade, “and tell me, why is this not being brought forth to the master?” I inquire, with a condescending head tilt.

“He has several important meetings lined up today, Mistress. Forgive me, I tried to send him away to return on a better day, but he insisted if he could not see the Master then he wished to speak to the Mistress.”

I heavily sighed before making my way towards my personal library. “Very well. Send him to my study in 10 minutes.”

“Certainly, Lady De Ville.” Renfield bowed, despite my turned back, and departed to collect Oliver Alexander.”

~(Y/N)’s Library~

I read over a few business project proposals and bank statements for some of the Castellan companies, before a steady knock sounds from the library doors. My golden hued eyes slowly trail over to the doors in disinterest. “Come in.”

Renfield swiftly opens the doors and makes way for Oliver. I internally roll my eyes, as Oliver gives me a dopey smile and bows in respect. He has always been a weasel and he truly had no favor with me at all. That’s why Walter tended to deal with him, so as not to upset me in any way. Speaking of which I didn’t need this boy here a moment longer than necessary.

“I hope your news is as urgent as you claim it to be, Oliver. You know I have little patience for those who waste my time.” My golden irises sharpen in a dangerous manner, to which the boy begins to squirm under.

“Yes of course, Lady De Ville. I wouldn’t dare dream of it. Though it truly is a marvelous occurrence and—”

“Out with it, Alexander!” I hissed, feeling my teeth elongate.

“We have discovered a female of the Alexander bloodline. Evie Alexander.” He fearfully blurted out.

This was quite a discovery. A very important one. All the bloodlines were bound in ancient magic to my Lord Love and the bloodlines worked together like a well oiled machine to insure prosperity and protection. Perhaps before the master and I were married, the prospect of offering a bride to the master held meaning, but that was no longer the case. At least not since he and I were wed and had became one. Now it was about keeping the bloodlines in line and doing our bidding under the illusion that their daughters held value. In truth, now all the families really did was help keep our identities and true nature from the light of truth. The brides from the other three bloodlines were really just incentive for the other bloodlines to behave and not induce the ire of my Lord Love.

With this new leverage over the Alexanders, we would be sure to have them under thumb once more. The only questionable matter is whether this girl was actually of the Alexander bloodline. I slowly stood from desk chair before leisurely gliding over to where Oliver stood.

“How exactly are you sure this so called long lost relative is truly of the Alexander bloodlines?” I asked, sweet sarcasm dripping from my voice.

“It was discovered through a DNA testing company that helps you discover people related to you.” He said, in excitement.

I nod as he finished speaking and waited on bated breath for my response, “Well, this is certainly a discovery. However, more research must be done into this girl. The Master must know as soon as possible, and I will be the one to inform him. Have you contacted this Evie?”

He shook his head and I nodded my approval. “Good. Make sure it remains so until I speak with my husband and he has decided what to do next. Only then will we commence with any plans.”

He gave me another idiotic smile and I gave a silent huff as I glared at him. “We shall be in touch very soon. You are dismissed.”

He bowed and quickly made way for the doors. I spun around to look out the enormous windows as my mind wanders off in thought.

‘Things are about to get a lot more difficult. This Evie was not raised like Viktoria, Lucy, and I. She is a different breed entirely, and certainly not one to be underestimated.’

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ourladyofmaplemurder · 1 month

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Cheryl & The Blues

A lovely friend of mine pointed something out to me this morning. Namely, the "why" of the blue dress in Season 1, which had led me to the meaning of blue for Cheryl.

I had asked for his insights previously, as he is a costume designer who is far more visually inclined than I, but it wasn't until now that I got a response. (He has always been a RiverHater, but it seems he is coming around. Our flock grows. Praise Mother Gaia.) In any case, he pointed out that this dress is an attempt from Cheryl to embody Cinderella.

Here is a quick paraphrase of what he said:

She is is desperately trying to NOT be Cheryl during this dinner. At one point she even says "It's supposed to be Cinderella who ran away from the ball." Thus, the blue dress is here to help her emulate the "trad wife heterosexual Cinderella." By the end of the scene, she goes full Cheryl and snaps on Archie because her charade doesn't work and everyone still thinks she's a chaotic lesbian.

Lots to unpack here, no?

As we know, Cheryl IS red. So, seeing her in blue (and this is blue, despite the fact that it looks sort of green. A nod to envy, perhaps?) is very strange. Blue is Betty's color, and though Betty is NOT the ultimate trad wife heterosexual, she is coded that way. In fact, much of her internal character conflict is about her having to grapple with being "The Girl Next Door".

So, this dress is Cheryl's attempt to be "The Girl Next Door". It seems so simple now that I think about it, but still.

I think it's interesting that Cheryl invokes Cinderella specifically, rather than Snow White or Sleeping Beauty. Snow White would certainly make sense. She's tortured by an evil mother figure and pale as snow, both things that Cheryl could relate to. There's even poison in that story and we all know how much Penelope loves poison. Sleeping Beauty wouldn't really make sense until after Cheryl's Sweet Water River incident, but still. I think it's kind of interesting how many fairytale princesses we could link to Cheryl.

She chooses Cinderella though. Why? Well, Cinderella is also tormented by an evil mother figure, but her most significant moment is being transformed. Cinderella is lifted from the ashes of her wretched life to go to the ball with the help of her fairy godmother in the hopes of winning the heart of the prince. The prince is clearly Archie and there is no Fairy Godmother. Maybe that's why it doesn't work.

In any case, Cheryl is a lot, even for herself, so it makes sense that she would try to suppress her true colors, so to speak, from time to time to satisfy a particular goal. She is aware that she is too much, at least to some degree at any given moment of the series, so yeah. She whips out the blue when she's trying to tone herself down.

(I'm probably making too much of this, but there's something about Cheryl Blossom and fairytales that just clicks in my mind. It reminds me of Blanche DuBois from Streetcar saying, "I don't want realism, I want magic!" I feel like Cheryl would agree with that. )

Also! Another time that Cheryl wears blue? Toni's bachelorette party in Season 6. This is another time that you could argue she is trying to suppress herself in the interest of being a supportive ex. (Also fascinating that Heather is wearing red! A testament to her love for Cheryl, I think. This IS right before they have their big kiss.)

She also wears blue when she comes up with the idea to kill Percival for Toni's wedding present. It's a sort of "show of support", but we all know she does not support this union and desperately wants Toni back so....

This is also likely why the Sister of Quiet Mercy uniforms are blue. They are symbols of repression for Cheryl specifically. (And Betty too, tbh. I think this 'suppression' narrative probably works for Betty too, but I would need to actually go through and check that. So, for now, let's just focus on Cher Cher.)

Now, Cheryl wears blue pretty often in season 7, but that makes sense considering the fact that she has to suppress herself quite a bit due to the nature of the times. But like, look at this:

These are all moments where Cheryl is actively suppressing her true feelings, in this case, the gay ones. However, what's different about these instances, and these costumes, is that the truth is always poking through. The suppression in the 50's is different. She's not trying to suppress herself FROM herself. Not in the long run. The red accents remind us who she truly is and that she is still Cheryl Blossom underneath that trad wife, heterosexual nonsense she's putting on.

All this to say: When Cheryl is wearing blue she is actively suppressing herself! It's consistent!

ADDENDUM:

Where does this analysis place her River Vixen uniform?

As you can see, it is predominantly blue. However, I do not think that it fits into the "suppression narrative" in the same way as her other blue outfits. The River Vixen uniform is blue, but it's also a symbol of the Town and of Cheryl's sense of belonging within her community. Though I do think the red versions of her Vixen attire that she wears in season 5 are symbolic of her truly owning her place in the town as the Coach of the Vixens and also the Blossom Heir, I don't think she's actively suppressing herself as a River Vixen.

Tune in next time for White and, one day, Green. (Also wondering about Pink.......)

Ciao!

#Cheryl Blossom #Riverdale #The Mad Priest of Riverdale Speaks #RiverSermons #Might also talk about Cheryl and Fairytales at some point

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@thetoaddaddy continued xXx

The Haruno kingdom was built on peace.

They were small but were on good terms with all the neighboring kingdoms. The kingdom was known for its beautifully grown, natural cherry blossom trees. The flowers often painted the roads and town in pink. People came from all over to view the trees. Some came to have their weddings or honeymoons there. The people there were always welcoming. Even the royal family was welcoming to visitors, and even allowed some weddings to take place upon the castle grounds.

But the real treasure of the kingdom was not the cherry blossom trees, but the kingdom’s princess. It was long believed that the queen could not have children but due to a miracle, she became pregnant one day. A baby girl, born with hair as pink as the cherry blossom trees, and eyes greener than any emeralds. She was given the name Sakura and quickly became beloved by the people of the kingdom. Not only was Sakura blessed with beauty, but she grew up to be an intelligent and strong woman. One with a caring heart. Through years of study and practice, she learned healing magic to help the sick and injured. She also had a natural talent for strength enhancing magic that she could use in a fight if needed. Really, Sakura never expected to need it. A diamond shaped mark rested on her forehead as a symbol of her talent with the arts.

Many princes from different kingdoms tried to gain Sakura’s hand in marriage but she rejected every one. She wanted to get married when she decided to, and the kingdom was in no rush to make ties with another kingdom, so her parents respected her wishes.

But now… She wasn’t left with a choice.

In a single night, Sakura’s kingdom was destroyed. They were unprepared and taken off guard by the sudden attack. The once beautiful streets covered in pink were now painted red from people being needlessly slaughtered. The small army they did have struggled to protect the castle from the attack but it was all in vain. The castle was overtaken, the king and queen captured. Sakura was a lot harder to capture. She knocked out a lot of soldiers but eventually was overwhelmed and dragged into the throne room. Her dress was badly torn in places. Sakura was pretty roughed up, hair a mess. Her long hair became her downfall as one of the soldiers grabbed it and yanked her back towards him. She loved her long hair but at that moment, she wished she didn’t have it.

Sakura gave the tyrant a dirty look. She didn’t know who he was. He was from some unknown kingdom they didn’t know about. They were in good standing with most kingdoms. He must have known they were small, and weak and that's why he targeted them. It made her blood boil. She wanted to spat at him and tell him to go to hell but there was too much on the line to let her temper get the best of her. Her struggling stopped, and she looked at her mother, then her father, then to all the injured and dead that scattered the once proud throne room.

“Alright, I will marry you.”

“Sakura-!” Her mother gasp, but Sakura cut her off,

“I care not about myself, I just want this senseless violence to end. I will marry you, give you everything you want, just leave my kingdom alone. They have suffered enough, now could you please let me go and allow me to heal my father?”

The princess kept a brave face, but really she was a bit scared of what was in store for her being this tyrant’s wife. She knew what was expected of wives; support their husbands, have heirs, just be happy. But Sakura was strong willed, and will not stand aside and be some submissive woman. She will make sure this tyrant quickly learns that.

#blooming lights: ic #The cherry blossom princess: (v. Royalty)#you dont have to use icons #ive just made so many heckin icons for this verse i want to use them ndfnkjskj

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allie-campbell-bradshaw · 6 months

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Chapter 10: Maybe It Isn’t All Bullshit

A/N: This chapter had me COMPLETELY in my feels! This is when the pages really start to turn people! I tried something new and wrote it in the author’s point of view, that way we could get a good grasp on Bradley AND Allie’s feeling at the same time. You’ll also find some more developments for supporting characters as well. I mention this in my notes for every chapter, but just in case you missed it– I do not give permission for my work to be re-posted without credibility. If you do want to post this story to your page, please be sure that you tag my account or at least mention its original source in your post.

Also: This story is sequential…please go back and read my other chapters, in order, for the best results!

Again, thank you for being here and I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Very brief mentions of sex (nothing explicit), swearing (it is the navy after all), mentions of a horrible childhood, and a blissful wisp of a blossoming romance!

Chapter 10: Maybe It Isn’t All Bullshit

AUTHOR’S POV

Allie closed the door of room 2 on the student wing. The student wing of the Naval Academy hospital was outside. The navy letters of the hospital hung over the 6 navy blue doors that led to the patient rooms. These rooms were used for quick and easy treatments for students and staff that suffered slight injuries throughout the day. That morning, Allie had treated two students who fell pretty bad on the track. Easy bandaging. The student in room 2 broke his clavicle during an incident on the submarine simulation that they had on base. Allie assisted with the X-Ray imaging and helped the student get placed in a sling. The day was very uneventful overall.

Allie made her way back into the hospital through the sliding glass doors, crossed the hall of the lobby, and made her way over to the nurses station in the second wing where Kiera and Holly were standing.

“Join us for lunch?” Kiera asked Allie, as she was finishing up typing the report of sling man.

“Can’t” Allie answered shortly, keeping her eyes on the computer screen.

Kiera and Holly exchanged a look, as if to tell each other that their friend is no longer as fun as she used to be.

“Okay, that’s it!” Kiera said, reaching over and pulling the laptop away from Allie.

Allie looked over at her confused; “What?” she asked genuinely. Not at all understanding what Kiera meant by that.

Kiera gave her a slight smirk, “We are prescribing you with a break…” she said in a gentle tone, not wanting to upset her best friend.

“I take plenty of breaks.” Allie corrected her, reaching over and pulling the laptop back in her direction, wanting to finish her report on the student she just saw.

“Not enough!” Kiera replied, a little snappy, but still gentle enough to complete her humble personality. Kiera slid the laptop back to her and held on tight on the back of the screen. Allie reached over for it again, but she didn’t try to snatch it back. She knew it would be no use, Kiera was far more stronger than her.

Allie looked down as she collected her composure, growing slightly frustrated with the “cock blocking” that her friend was doing between herself and her work.

“Look,” Kiera began, “We love you and we can see the life being sucked out of your eyes. Working with students is torture, and it sucks your soul out…” Kiera was being incredibly sarcastic and the least bit sympathetic for Allie’s situation during this shirt: “ but we can also see that you are itching for some fun!”

Allie kept her eyes down, but did look up slightly, admitting to herself that Kiera was right. She had been stressed to the MAX since she graduated from nursing school at Johns Hopkins University back in May. While there, she met her two best friends, and brought them with her to the Naval Academy when they graduated. Given Holly’s obsession with military men, she followed without a problem. Kiera however, was a different story.

Kiera was from New York City, growing up in a family of 7 in two, sometimes one, bedroom apartments throughout the area. She was the oldest, and held onto much of the responsibility of keeping house while her parents worked multiple jobs to pay the bills. When she graduated high school, all she wanted to do was get out. She went as far as she could within reason and ended up in the nursing program with Allie. However, after 4 years apart from her family, and the death of her brother, she felt it was her responsibility to go back and help with her other siblings. After a nasty fight with her mom after she moved back, Kiera packed her bags, moved in with Holly, and never looked back. It had been 2 months since she’d heard from any of her family, but it didn’t bother her as much as it used to, since she was with the two people she loved most.

“Please,” Kiera pleaded to Allie, “join us for lunch. It’s only 30 minutes out of your life”.

Allie looked up at Kiera, who had a hint of loneliness and pain in her eyes, nodded and smirked at her.

All three girls walked out of the lobby and into the connecting wing of the academy, where a small cafe stood in the corner of the large room. The room was a completely open concept with glass walls stretching all three stories. Stairs linked the three stories on the opposite side, with glass paneling that overlooked the cafe area. It was small, only 6 tables scattered the cafe area, each with sets of 2-4 chairs–people moved them around all the time.

Allie and Holly sat down at one of the tables and Kiera went to an empty table, grabbed an unused chair, and brought it over to them. The tables and chairs were gray metal, completely cold due to not being used in awhile. Two Academy students were working in the cafe, dressed in their service khakis with an apron provided by the cafe draped over them.

Kiera bought all three of them coffee, which they all greatly accepted. “So,” Kiera said, breaking the awkward silence that now existed at the table, “What’s the newest update with medical school”?

Kiera and Holly had their eyes glued to Allie, who just responded with a shrug. She had felt defeated recently in regards to that subject. Halfway into the nursing program, Allie got to participate in a field experience in the surgical wing of Sinai Hospital. During that time, she saw a life saving surgery of a little girl that reminded her of herself when she was her age. She got to be part of the team that performed her heart surgery. However, there was a complication with the surgery that was discovered the next day, and the girl died within minutes. That experience changed Allie’s life, and she realized that nursing was not her end goal in healthcare. Since that day, Allie had been studying anatomy and surgical procedures during all of her spare time. She had recently filled out applications to various medical schools in the United States, hoping to be accepted and able to go by this time next year.

Harvard, Stanford, Cambridge, and Oxford all had applications form her headed their way. She wanted to be able to attend a medical school that was not only rigorous, but also an institution. She honestly didn’t care which of the four she was accepted into, but Stanford was her number one. No reason other than that was just the one she gravitated towards the most. Most particularly because it was away from here…this Academy…where she constantly had men breathing down her neck.

The conversation drifted from Allie’s current surgical studies, to Holly’s love interests (of that there were plenty), to Kiera’s dry-spell, which has lasted longer than she cared to admit. Allie finally let out her first genuine smile-filled laugh when the pager, attached to her hip, went off beep, beep-beep, beep. Silence. Beep, beep-beep, beep.

Allie’s face dropped as she was slowly forced back into reality. She was being paged back to the hospital. She checked her pager’s screen to see the message: Student, 23, in need of immediate medical assistance, student-wing, room 1.

Kiera and Holly’s smiles also dropped as they watched their overworked friend get called back into her personal hell. “And just like that,” Kiera began, in an upset tone; “the magic is broken”.

“Well,” Allie said, as she began to get up, “We ain’t no Disneyland”!

“Hey,” Holly said softly, watching her friend, who had a look of dread in her eyes, “Don’t forget about Friday, please?” Holly knew it was inevitable that Allie would cancel, but had high hopes that she would go out with them just this once.

Allie tapped her forehead with her index finger twice, as a way to say ‘it’s in my brain’ as she grabbed her trash and turned towards the hospital. Her friends watched as she strutted out of the cafe, threw her trash away, and went into the hospital wing.

There were flirtatious giggles coming from the two men that were behind the cafe counter. Kiera and Holly looked at them and then back at each other, rolling their eyes in sync at the men’s thoughts that they knew were of Allie as she passed.

“Why can’t that kind of stuff happen to me?” Holly said in desperation.

“Because you give into anything that moves” Kiera replied in a funny tone, making fun of her friends’ tendencies, while also making it clear that it was a joke out of love.

They both got up and started assembling their own trash as they prepared for their afternoon shift with their patients, all of which were recovering from extensive surgeries that happened within the last few days, and one woman that recently had a baby. Although this hospital was located at the Naval Academy, it still was available to the public as it was one of the only hospitals in Annapolis with a solid reputation. It was small, but the surrounding community appreciated having quality care ready for them should they need to go to the emergency room, but it was mainly used for Naval students and staff as well as navalmen and women that were stationed around the area.

Allie stopped at the other nurses station that was at the right wing of the hospital, smiling at another nurse as she handed her a clipboard with this 23-year-old student’s information on it. Allie returned the smile with a slight smirk of her own, even this nurse, who barely knew Allie, knew how much she hated being on the “student shift”.

Allie read through the notes of the student’s medical file as she made her way to room 1 of the hospital;

Name: Bradley Bradshaw

Age: 23

Vitals

Body Temp: 98.2

Pulse Rate: 63

Respiration Rate: 16 Bpm

Blood Pressure: 111/60 mm Hg

Description of Injury: Student was in their flight training course when they smacked their hand on a magnet strip located inside of the cessna. Student has reported a pain level of 3/10, although it is expected to be much higher. Student now has ice on the injury, but it needs to be wrapped. X-Ray showed no signs of broken or fractured bones. Monitor for possible ligament strain.

Allie knocked on the door of room one, as to give her patient a warning that she was about to come in. She pushed the door and held the clipboard to her chest. “Good afternoon Mr. Brad-” she froze in her place as she made eye contact with the man that has single handedly made her life more stressful during this last week and a half.

“Mr. Bradshaw. Or, you could even say Midshipman Bradshaw”. Bradley responded to her, with a flirtatious smirk on his face, sweat forming along his hairline. It was no lie that this outdoor wing of the hospital was known for its low quality air-flow. The summers were miserable in these sticky rooms and the winters left you freezing. Students worked their asses off to make sure that they didn’t get hurt during the extremely hot and extremely cold days, but for some, it was unavoidable.

“Jesus” Allie muttered under her breath, looking down so she could roll her eyes as she prepared for what was going to be the longest 15 minutes of her life. Utter torture is the best thing she could compare it to.

“What?” Bradley questioned, leaning in so he could hear her better. Although he asked, he knew full well what she said.

Allie raised her eyebrows and put on a fake smirk as she walked over to the counter, putting his chart down and washing her hands. “So,” she began, as she turned off the faucet and shook her hands over the sink before grabbing a handful of paper towels to dry the remaining moisture, “You smashed your hand on a magnet strip inside an airplane?” She sounded a bit unimpressed, and left a tone that was meant to make him feel utterly stupid, which didn’t work. Nothing really hurts his feelings anymore.

“No”. He replied, quickly closing his eyes and shaking his head. Obviously he told a lie, but it was more like a half-truth than a full-on lie. “I mean, yes” he corrected himself. Allie looked at him utterly confused, with a face that one would have when talking to a completely stupid person. “Yes, I hurt my hand, but not by accident.”

“So, you hurt your hand on purpose?” Allie questioned as she threw away the paper towels and sat down in the rolling stool, making her way over to Bradley.

“Yes.” Bradley answered matter of factly. “I needed to see you, and I knew that this was the only wa-”

“You can just stop there!” Allie said back sternly as she placed her fingers on his hand, with the intent to turn it so his palm would be facing up, but something made her stop. Something about his touch made a bolt of electricity fire through her. She quickly let go of his moist hand.

Bradley noticed the change in her demeanor and had a look of curiosity on his face. She gathered her composure and looked up at him, taking note of his complexion. His eyes were a piercing brown, with a hint of hazel. Hers were a brighter hazel, one that would be the next shade up from his if they were on a color palette together. “I’m sorry,” she apologized softly as she went back to grab onto his hand.

“It’s okay,” Bradley responded, slightly uneven, “I don’t bite”. He said, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Allie would never admit it to him, but that joke did amuse her for a brief moment. Allie now had his palm facing up and was examining the swelling that did not look good, at all.

“But you do gamble”. She said, throwing a punch in her words, which stung at Bradley’s heart.

“Yeah,” Bradley said slowly and cautiously, “about that…”

“Don’t worry about it”. Allie said, stealing a glance up at him before going back to his hand. “You’re not the first one to say that. It was quite unoriginal”.

Allie now rolled her chair over to the cabinets and bent down over the stool, opening a floor cabinet and began rummaging through it, looking for ace wrap.

“But, it wasn’t even my idea”. Bradley said, with a slight beg in his voice. “It was my roommate Emmett’s, I just went along with it”.

Allie froze in her search, looking up at his leg for a split second before refocusing on the insides of the cabinet, scanning every corner for the wrap that she needed for his hand. She couldn’t explain it, and didn’t want to believe it, but something felt genuine in his voice.

Finally, she found it! She reached far back as she grabbed the substance, closed the cabinet and rolled back over to Bradley. He looked at her with a curious expression, wanting to know everything that was swimming in her brain.

“I-” He began, before finding himself speechless. How could he not be? In a room with a woman as beautiful as her in it, it was easy to find oneself speechless. “It was just bullshit. I was bullshitting him. I didn’t care about a single outcome of that bet. I just wanted to get to know you. That’s not bullshit.”

Allie was now holding his hand steady as she interlaced his hand with the ace wrap, completely ignoring his explanation on the outside, but fully listening to it on the inside. “You’ll need to keep this completely wrapped for 24 hours, and then just re-wrap it every time you notice the swelling flaring up. Take ibuprofen for the swelling and pain. It should go down within the next few days. I would come back on Monday if it hasn’t. Make sure to ice! Don’t use heat, or the swelling will get worse. And absolutely don’t go putting your hands on medal powerstrips ever again”.

Allie started standing up, when she felt his clean hand hold onto her wrist, “Allie-” He began to plead, but let her go after a second, knowing full well that no amount of begging would satisfy her.

“Mr. Bradshaw,” she began, with a professional tone in her voice, “Midshipman Bradshaw,” she corrected, remembering what he said 20 minutes earlier. She swallowed hard as she prepared for the next layer of her speech, “I appreciate your care and compassion for the Navy. Your service can never be fully repaid”.

Bradley smirked and nodded his head in thanks as she went on, “But I would like to remind you that I am a nurse, and you are my patient. And we will not have a relationship that goes anywhere beyond that. I would appreciate it if we could continue this relationship professionally whether it be in the hallways or a treatment room. I thank you for your patience and understanding.”

Allie turned her body towards the cabinets when she froze in her tracks, caught off guard by Bradley’s loud laugh. “Oh-my-God!” Bradley managed to say in between laughs, “How many times have you said that?”

Allie was in fumes, upset with his reaction. “You see,” He said, still in a fit of laughter, “Here I am being genuine in my apology, and here you are with the same old bullshit boring speech that you give the ordinary midshipmen”. Bradley was still laughing, but Allie could have nothing more to do with this conversation.

She turned her body and grabbed his chart off the counter, stealing one last glance at him, her face red with rage. Turning her back towards him and heading to the door, she froze again, finding the anger getting the best of her. “Listen here!” She snapped, facing him and letting him have it, “Your ‘apology’ was anything but. An apology is saying “sorry” and all I heard you say was nothing but excuses and vulgar language!” Bradley had stopped laughing and was growing anxious as she was walking towards him, “and don’t even think for a second that you’re anything out of the ordinary ‘Midshipman Bradshaw’. You are completely ordinary! In fact, even the most ordinary of men here have more originality than you! And it’s not at all about the bet! It’s about the fact that a 22 year old man can’t even come up and simply ask me out on a date without having to get his no good, immature, teenage roommate involved! Now there is nothing more bullshit than that!”

Allie stormed out of the room, letting the door slam behind her as she stomped through the pavement, halfway between room 1 and the sliding glass doors of the hospital, she slowed her pace and then quickly came to a complete halt.

What did I just do? She thought to herself, completely embarrassed about her lack of professionalism. Had she just put her entire future at risk? Her job? Her security blanket? But more importantly, did she just admit that she wanted Bradley to ask her out on a date? She didn’t mean it the way it came out. She wasn’t interested! At all! But would going out with him be so bad? And if he didn’t fuck up and just asked the normal way, would she have said no?

Of course I would have! She answered her thoughts. I would have rejected him just as hard as I’ve rejected others in the academy. She didn’t care that he was much older and more mature than plenty of the other ‘ya-who’s’ on campus. Before she knew it, she was storming back to room 1, throwing the door open, and finding Bradley in the same position that she left him in–paralyzed with shock on the chair that was next to the exam table.

She looked at him, and he looked at her. She was covered in anger and he was completely flabbergasted. No one knew what to say.

“If that wasn’t bullshit, what was I wearing?” She demanded to know. His eyes squinted in confusion, his lips parted on his smooth shaven face.

“The night we met,” she answered, reading his mind. “What was I wearing?”

She stood above him like a queen looking down on the poorest of peasants, knowing the full power she had over him in this moment. She had got him in his own game! From her experience, any man that ever wanted to sleep with her only noticed two things, her eyes, and the shape of her perky breasts. And he was about to be caught red-handed in the same league as those ‘ordinary’ assholes that she has fought against for years.

Bradley looked down, adjusting his shoes and tying a lace that had gotten loose. She watched as he did this, finally noticing that he was wearing the camo pants of his working uniform and a black skin tight shirt that was showing off the muscles that he had begun forming, they were still underdeveloped, but further along than any other midshipman that she had seen on base.

He sniffled and stood up, keeping his head down as he answered her question, “You were wearing a red dress with white flowers printed all over them. It was loose, and swayed in the breeze that hit you on the dock. Your hair was out of your regular ponytail, curled more than it is now. You had on an anklet that showed in the sunlight, and later on I saw that you had on a locket. It had an “A” printed on it. Your toes were painted a light pink. It was the same color as your nails. And you had white sandals that you carried instead of wore. And studs in your ears that were opals'' Bradley was now at her shoulder as he looked down at her, a complete shift in the power…now he was the king and she was the peasant. She held a flabbergasted expression on her face.

He didn’t say anything else, slowly walking towards the door, “Thank you for the care, nurse Campbell.” he said to her as he left the room, proving he knew another detail of her life–taking the time to learn her full name rather than her bra size.

Allie stood there in shock, focusing on nothing but breathing as she reached into the neck of her scrubs and pulled out the golden locket that was attached to a golden chain. She rubbed her thumb against the “A” that was on the face of the heart. She kept her gaze forward as she regained her composure.

She knew that she made a lot of solid points, and that her analysis of this man was legit. He was less than ordinary, and a complete ass, but she was wrong about one thing… it wasn’t all bullshit.

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nothums-from-tj · 4 months

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Hi I’ve had this PPG Foster Care AU running in my head and I’m finally putting it out

(just notes/refs/background until I actually have the time/energy to go further)

I’d like to note first and foremost that I’m doing everything I can to research while making these details and I know I can always use more—I’ll come back and edit with any inaccuracies or plot holes another day! I’ve been inspired to just put the idea out even if it’s not a perfectly well-done fic or comic or whatever

Trigger/content warnings (no graphic details, all mentioned): domestic violence, incarceration, unstable parent, severe depression, suicidal ideation, mental hospital (ever so slight mention), family separation, parental death, child neglect, food instability

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to write this in past or present tense and I’m at work as I’m finishing this so. I’m sorry

Ok so the whole point of this is to say the girls are not biological sisters—they’re all foster sisters with varying different bio families (with no powers) and backgrounds (they’re all in the same grade/age group), and so different reasons they’re in the system. Professor looks into fostering for similar reasons to making them in canon: to give some kids a home where they might not have anywhere else, to provide some kind of safe space where it’s needed and he wants to do what he can to make the world a little better in that sense. Besides, he’s got 3 spare rooms he’s not using anyhow. For convenience’s sake, I’m gonna say he starts fostering in 2005, where his first foster kid also happens to be one of his only 3 “long term” kids

Blossom:

- age 5 when she meets Professor and is brought into his home

- comes from a home with domestic abuse, taught that there are extreme consequences if something is not done “perfectly”

- she herself has never been hit, she’s just seen it happen to her mom few too many times

- that said she develops a habit of doing everything “perfectly” especially under the mindset of “I haven’t been hit bc I’ve done everything right” and carries a small part of that with her throughout her life

- I want to say it’s OCD but is it really an intrusive thought when you’ve known it to happen

- maybe develops DID too which is to be explored at a later date

- even still, every time Professor would raise a hand a little too close or too quickly it’d send her into a fit of tears and he learned to be much slower and more cautious around her in the time being

- unfortunately for Blossom, she got some of the worst of his inexperience and got to witness and go through all of his mistakes given she was literally his first foster and he does everything he can to make up for it after he’s learned/been experienced enough

- she entered the system when her father was finally incarcerated, which also meant her mother wasn’t financially able to support the two of them as a housewife

- she’s also incredibly depressed and keeps having bouts of suicidality and they just can’t keep a child around that too much, not with the risk of her waking up to having no guardian

- as much as she loves and misses her mom, she’s incredibly grateful that someone was willing to take her in and take care of her before visits

- she bonds with Professor almost instantly when she gets curious about his science experiments and he shows her some child-safe ones and they end up doing that together, at least once a week

- after he learned about her interests in reading and when she really started getting interested in science with him he does what he can to introduce new reading suggestions for her age level and things of the sort

- after Blossom there was a few months period of kids only needing a place for a few nights to about 2 weeks before getting sent back home or with another family member, so she tried not to get attached to any other foster siblings until the second long-term kid

- she still wanted a playmate for the few times that she would pick up dolls or whatever, just didn’t really ask for the fear of being “needy” (issues with trauma) or rely on since it’s out of her control

- by the time she’s 12 her mother has been kind of in and out of a mental hospital, so visitation days are wary and sometimes it’s literally just sitting in the room(???? gotta look into how mental hospital visitations work) with her for a few hours

- the second long-term kid is introduced to her about 9 months after being taken in, around 3 months after her 6th birthday

Bubbles:

- had only just recently turned 6 when Professor takes her in

- cried more than any of the other kids Professor had worked with by that time and didn’t really know how to take it

- her parents died suddenly, horrifically, and only had her 16-year-old brother left to take care of her

- since he’s also a minor, he went into the system too, and they got separated along the way (he was placed first)

- she misses him every day, and Professor would often try to get in contact with her brother’s foster home/family to get him to reunite with her

- unfortunately, her brother isn’t as well off as Bubbles is, and there’d be either strict rules from the home or his foster family would refuse to meet

- the last time he tried calling, they had his number blocked, and Bubbles cried for 3 days straight

- she still absolutely adores Blossom, and was always more than happy to color/draw or play with her

- they’re an amazing support system for one another, especially during school

- Bubbles is later adopted providing there’s not much of anywhere else for her to go

- about a year after is when her brother is on his own and is finally able to make contact with Professor again, and he’s not financially able to support Bubbles and himself so he just stops by whenever he can or will babysit or bring the kids to/from school whenever possible

- he’s a good boy

- the period of kids still kinda coming in and out lessens significantly with one room now being filled

- she misses it, a little bit, since it meant she got to make a new friend

- she misses the way her life used to be, her parents and her brother, although she’s still incredibly happy to have Blossom and Professor and to still see her brother every so often

- a year or two after she’s adopted comes a third placed with them, and it takes them a little while to readapt and even longer with someone they don’t have a near-immediate connection with

Buttercup:

- introduced to the Utonium fam about a month after her 10th birthday

- expected to be like a mini adult by the age of like 6

- she’s sheltered and clothed so it took forever for the right people to find out she’s been neglected

- eventually her parents would kinda forget to bathe her or sometimes provide meals so that’s how she got removed from them (I guess like a less drastic/severe “Opal” situation???) (linked: short film by Jack Stauber)

- her mother’s voice is sweet like honey, somehow even more so when asking her to stop screaming for a need to be met (“The whole neighborhood’s going to think I’m a bad mother.”) (0:16) (linked: clip from “Moral Orel”)

- her father’s voice is stern and reflective, he could be a great speaker or narrator so long as no one listens to a word he says (“It’s your problem. I trust you know how to deal with it.” “I’m only 9!” “That’s no excuse.”) (0:43) (linked: same “Moral Orel” clip)

- poor volume control also gets her in a bit of trouble with Professor just of course not nearly as bad/much, even less so when he realizes she can’t control it

- some behavioral issues as well which kinda come with being neglected

- absolutely hates visitations, always comes back in a horrid mood and usually slams the door and won’t leave/allow anyone in for a day and a half if she can allow it

- it gets even worse after she starts getting used to/comfortable with the treatment she gets with Professor vs at home

- it takes a while for the other two to warm up to her, mostly with Bubbles pushing hardest to find ways they can all hang out together

- plus when her brother met her when picking them up from from school one day they got along almost instantly so she wanted to see that charm of her more often

- near constant arguments with Blossom bc negative attention is still attention

- especially when Blossom has to do everything “the right way” and Buttercup likes getting that blow-up reaction (again: negative attention is still attention) when she doesn’t follow her rules/patterns

- anyway after a few months she was looking for a volleyball opponent and so taught her how to play and ended up really liking it so their relationship started improving

- she’d also have some dance parties with Bubbles so their relationship improved too

- otherwise she’d draw/color with them once in a while and played some pretend games on the rare occasion so things started getting easier

- especially when Professor got them (1 to share) an Xbox or PlayStation or something for Buttercup’s first Christmas with them and they all started playing video games together

- her parents have also taught her that she’s just dumb since she struggles to read and quite literally gave up once she started kindergarten and her teachers have had very little say other than that they hope whatever is happening improves (gotta love the educational neglect /s)

- her grades/participation goes up while with rest and Professor actually gets her tested with dyslexia so she can get the help she needs

- it takes a while to learn that she can ask nicely for a need to be met, positive attention can be acquired, she’s not stupid, she can ask for help, and she’s allowed to feel her feelings

I’ve yet to decide if their names are as they are in canon or I might go with the names in the ep “Oops, I Did It Again!” (Bubbles as Bertha, Buttercup as Betty, I don’t remember Blossom’s) or if Blossom and Buttercup get adopted as well. I’ll have to look more into reunification and qualifications for that, and even then develop more of a storyline with each of their families to really get a good idea. Hope it’s ok so far though!! I’ll come back another day to edit/update with any other research or ideas to fill in any gaps

#ppg #powerpuff girls #the powerpuff girls #ppg au #powerpuff girls au #blossom ppg #bubbles ppg #buttercup ppg #blossom utonium #bubbles utonium #buttercup utonium #professor utonium #long post #fppg au

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whenshesayshush · 1 year

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Okay okay, I need to experience Musa being left to care for Terra’s plants while she’s gone, but she’s way in over her head so she has to call in Riven (aka smug plant nerd) to rescue the plants before they die an untimely death.

“You should teach,” Musa interjects in the middle of Riven’s TED Talk about the cell regeneration properties of finely ground Nyctagina thorns.

They’re both elbow-deep in soil, every inch of her bedroom floor covered in ceramic pots, half empty bags of potting mix and dead leaves, with them sitting in the center of it all. Aisha and Stella had fled the scene over an hour ago, like caring for Terra’s plant babies while she spent a few weeks of their summer break finally introducing her father and brother to her girlfriend — accompanied by Flora’s fullest moral support — hadn’t been a responsibility entrusted to all three of them.

It had seemed like such an innocent request. The suite was home to about seven times more plants than fairies, but according to the Earth Fairy herself, all they needed to continue thriving was mindful watering, a light pruning in case of overgrowth and some gentle verbal encouragement.

Maybe they shouldn’t have left the watering to a water fairy. Or the encouragement to… well, Stella.

Three weeks in and Musa had pretty much written her eulogy, to be read at the service after Terra strangled them all with vines upon her return. The emergency meeting Aisha had called at 5:40am was only slightly less unwelcome, and mostly consisted of them listing any Earth Fairy not home for the summer they could possibly ask for a favor. It wasn’t until after her third latte that Stella had pointed out that the top botany student from her year wasn’t a fairy, sporting a grin that was only rivaled by the one blossoming onto the face of the aforementioned plant nerd at Musa’s shameless begging shortly after.

“What?”

“Remember when you told me you’re not sure yet what life after Alfea will look like for you?”

“What I said was that I had expected to be expelled and selling drugs by now, but yes.”

Musa rolls her eyes at his wry self-deprecation and rubs her forearm across an itch above her eyebrow, unknowingly wiping a smear of dirt onto her forehead. She misinterprets Riven’s snort as a reaction to her eye roll.

“You could teach,” she continues, “You should teach.”

“I hate people,” he points out, lifting the terracotta bowl planter he’s just filled with three Hyptissas to inspect the result.

“But you love bossing people around,” she counters.

The gleam in his eyes tells her exactly where his mind goes after that statement. She flicks a spare stem cutting towards his face, but it falls short and lands in his lap.

“I’m serious, Riv. You’ve been on the Training Grounds for ten, sometimes twelve hour days, making pretty much all of us better fighters. Silva would hire you in a heartbeat if you told him you’re interested. And you’re clearly still very passionate about botany as well. I think you’d be really good at either, and you have a year left to prepare.”

They know that the odds of a quote unquote normal school year are slim to none. No one knows what the Blood Witches are brewing, but they can all tell they’re in the eye of the storm. It’s ominous, eerie, and yet they don’t have specific orders right now, which is how they can be sitting on the floor of her dorm repotting her roommate’s plant collection and talking about a post-Alfea future as if it’s a given.

“Thanks, Pixie,” he shoots her a subdued but genuine smile. “But I actually figured it out already.”

She stops what she’s doing, giving him her full attention. “Really?”

“Yeah. I’m going where you go.”

It takes seven seconds before she remembers to breathe in, and when she finally does it’s a shaky thing. “Yeah?”

He shrugs one shoulder, “It’s hard to find a good fairy partner.”

Her eyes flick over the lines of his face. They haven’t really talked about it, their synchronism, their tether, the way gravity seems to be pulling them towards each other as much as to the ground, but they’re aware that they both feel it, even now, suddenly a lot closer to each other. His hand reaches up, wiping at the black smudge on her forehead with his thumb, huffing a laugh when that inevitably only makes it worse.

“Well,” he drawls, preparing to get up, “you’ve not come out of this battle unscathed, but I think we’ve managed to revive enough of them to avoid calling it a bloodba—”

She pushes up onto her knees and brushes her lips against his, gentle and hesitant, nearly over before it begins until he leans down and slots their mouths together in earnest. His hands move to cup either side of her neck, a thumb on each cheekbone, the grittiness of the soil on his palms scrubbing her skin. She runs her dirty hands up his light gray T-shirt, curling them into the fabric and pulling him closer, his body warm, steady and right against her own.

When Terra comes home four days later, hugs the three of them in thanks and asks them to plant-sit again over Christmas, Musa’s the only volunteer.

#happy random Thursday in February babe #so grateful for you #I know this probably isn't what you were expecting #but it's where they took me #ftws rivusa #rivusa #ftws riven #ftws musa #fate: the winx saga #fate the winx saga #my writing #mine

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rhineposting · 11 months

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Once I read a fan fiction where Belos was given a trial and all the inhabitants of the Boiling Isles forgave him. Even Lilith and Hunter. And I really liked the idea that Phillip once helped little Lilith, who had recently joined the Emperor coven, believe in herself. She was a girl who was fond of science and harassed by her peers because of her passion, misunderstood and unsociable. Then he explained to her that her love of research is not just normal, but right and useful, and this is not a reason for shame, but for pride. She blossomed in the Emperor coven and grew into a strong and determined woman.

I began to think about this topic and the author of the fan fiction liked my thoughts. And I decided to share them with you because why not?

I like to think that Belos often spoke words of support to Lilith, and she showed him her research. And that Lilith was familiar with Hunter's predecessor. After all, she's the same age as Darius who was taught by the previous Golden Guard.

And she once accidentally called Belos Uncle, following Hunter's predecessor. But she immediately corrected herself.

Phillip sees in the inquisitive girl a copy of his little self and overcomes his hatred for witches and Evelyn. But at some point he realizes that his mission is under threat and pulls himself together. At some point, he kills the Golden Guard for betrayal, or he dies on a mission. He and Lilith are moving away from each other, Lilith blames herself for this. She's been trying to win back his favor for years, getting better and better.

She doesn't like Hunter because he takes Belos' attention away from her. She's trying, trying, trying... And then it turns out that Belos never planned to cure her sister's curse. Shock, disbelief, the rescue of her sister, the betrayal of the emperor, life in the Owl House, a new friend in the person of Hooty, the appearance of Gwendolyn whom Lilith had not seen for years, a meeting with Philip Wittebane, Luz's journey into the bowels of the mindscape of Belos - quite a lot of events fell on Lilith. But she was definitely a favorite of Belos even before she grew up and he recognized her as the girl who hit him in the nose centuries ago.

It’s a fact that Lilith didn't have a sigil. What if Belos removed it years ago when he befriended the little red witch? He spared her in advance, realizing that he was condemning her to a life on empty islands, unless of course she decided to commit suicide from this. He did not take the palisman from Lilith because he didn't want to take away her friend.

Belos was happy when Lilith chose to save her sister, instead of betraying her and staying by his side. Of course, he knew that she would go back in time after one day he realized that he had seen her before and read about time pools. And after he saw the image of Luz, he immediately recognized Luzura. But he was glad that Lilith decided to save her older sister and was able to do it, unlike Phillip.

Oh, and one more thing. According to Lilith, she hasn't seen her mom for years. And she always had problems with lack of attention. Thus, Belos could be a parent figure for her. Well, more precisely, an uncle figure

What do you think?

Oh Lord.

This is probably going to be a long one.

Yeah, the whole concept sounds all cute and adorable - old man and little niece that he looks out for, and helps mold into a better version of herself...

Right up until you remember that she was a child soldier of a cult, who happened to live long enough to eventually find herself governing other child soldiers, being the poster face of said cult. Yeah, doesn't sound so nice anymore, does it.

And...Blossoming? In what was, and I cannot stress it enough, a militaristic cult? Also, have you actually seen just how miserable she looked while she was in the Emperor's Coven and shortly after leaving it - in comparison to how happier she looked like after being away from it for a longer while?

She probably wasn't even allowed to keep her natural hair color and shape.

If anything, she was constantly trimmed down for the sake of conveniently fitting into Belos' metaphorical palm, only being allowed to fully blossom once she left for good and came back to her loved ones.

"But she said she hadn't seen her mom for years, so surely her family wasn't that--"

I'm just going to let Hunter do the talking for me, though I apologize for the poor audio quality.

First things cults do, is isolate you from your family and friends, so that you both no longer have a support system, and so that you can no longer see what a truly normal life looks like to further prevent you from leaving.

And the seeming lack of a sigil on her?

Animation short-cut. We see plenty of other adult characters, most likely already in a coven, and some even being the Covenheads themselves - without sigils depicted on them.

Even Raine in the epilogue, who despite the implications that they and others witnessed the first ever successful sigil removal, doesn't have their sigil either. Nor does Alador, even though he seemed just as surprised by the sigil removal working.

So, most likely the same applies to Lilith - for the sake of faster production or simply because of forgetting, Lilith doesn't have the sigil actively depicted - but she most likely has it regardless.

"But, her keeping her Palisman--"

Yes, because unlike other Covenheads, she needs it for going around. Terra got her plant animal things. Adrian uses the flying balloon ships. Darius simply disintegrates himself into Abomination Goo. Eberwolf got plenty of animals to use as transportation method. Raine kept their palisman by hiding it in their violin, so they don't really count.

But Lilith only really had Mike Socks to go around on.

And when you want an efficient worker, taking away their main method of transport is one of the dumbest things you can do, objectively speaking.

"But the execution--"

You said it yourself. He still needed that loop to happen and it was also a way for him to appear merciful before his followers for sparing two witches. Two birds with one stone. He wasn't actually happy about losing the face of his propaganda and a useful asset.

I'm so sorry for shooting your idea down anon, but Lilith and Belos were never on good terms, nor did they have a familial bond. He was holding the carrot on a stick, and she was the one chasing it, truly believing that it wouldn't be snatched away from her at the last minute.

I get having headcanons, I truly do, but this ain't it chief.

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All Our Yesterdays - Chapter 13

Pairing: Ralph (Timewasters) x OFC

Summary: Thu, a museum archivist, only wants to escape her dull life in 21st-century Hanoi. The last thing she expects is to end up in 1929 Indochina via a time-traveling elevator and cross paths with Ralph, an Englishman on the run from the French Foreign Legion. Romance blossoms between them, but in a colonized country, unrest is always looming on the horizon, and Thu must decide if she wants to stay with Ralph in the past or return to the safety of the future.

Warnings: outdated/period-typical attitudes about women, mentions of war, mentions of pregnancy and abortion (involving a supporting character), some angst, some smut (non-explicit)

Chapter word count: 3.7k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

Chapter 13

The derealization feel was back, except this time it was the reverse. When she'd first arrived in the past, it was in a strange city with familiar sights, whereas now, back in her time, the familiar city suddenly became strange. In the past, she'd had to use her phone to ground herself in reality. Now, she would take out the few things she'd brought back—her áo dài, the money, and the one photo she'd taken from the album, that of her and Ralph reflected in the shop window—and pore over them, to remind herself that it really had happened. There were the photos and the videos on her phone, but they felt less real than these physical things.

The night she first got back, Thu took a long shower, her first one in nearly six months, and blow-dried her hair, but even these luxuries had lost their shine. She missed the quietness, the fresh air, the leisurely pace of the past. Most of all, she missed Ralph, his goofy smile, his enthusiasm, his passion for everything. But it was no use crying over it now. She had given him up. She had made her choice, just as he had made his, and they both had to live with it.

She broke up with Hoang the day after. That was the one thing she still had the strength and clarity of mind left to do. She couldn't escape the nagging thought that she'd cheated on him, even though he had broken up with her first, and, technically speaking, they hadn't even met when she and Ralph got together in 1930. She tried to be gentle about it—after all, it wasn't Hoang's fault. They just weren't a good fit. Better to end this now and let him find someone else, rather than waste both of their time. Hoang took it surprisingly well. Back home, her mom continued to give her the silent treatment, but Thu suspected it was more because Thu had embarrassed her with that stunt with Hoang's mother, rather than because of the breakup. She decided to give her mom time to come around.

The weekend after her return was a long holiday to celebrate Independence Day, and Thu was glad to have the breakup as an excuse to stay home and readjust. She couldn't quite face the crowd and the traffic just yet.

Tentatively, she made some Google searches. "Ralph Penbury", "Ralph Penbury photography", and "Alphonse Davinier photography" yielded no viable result, but she wasn't really expecting to find anything. The best outcome was that he'd gone back to England and lived out the rest of his life in quiet obscurity. "Women's Weekly 1930" brought up a brief mention in an article about women's newspapers in colonial French Indochina; there was no information on when it stopped publishing. "Phuong Le Women's Weekly" and "Phuong Le Vietnamese Nationalist Party" yielded no result either. She didn't bother Googling Mai, or Lien, or any other staff members.

Thu put her phone down with a sigh. All those people were real. They had lived and loved, and for nearly six months, she had lived and loved right alongside them, and now nothing remained of them but the memories in her heart.

Perhaps a bit more than just the memories. The following week, she went back to work, and had to make a detour by the cotton tree to make sure that the heart-framed "R+A" was still there, that it wasn't her imagination.

It was. She ran her finger over the heart and the letters, imagining Ralph carving them, making a deep cut so it wouldn't get worn off, his tongue sticking out slightly as it always did whenever he concentrated, and the pain in her heart lifted a little.

Just as she was turning away to head inside, her eyes caught something else underneath the heart—the word DIG, and an arrow pointing down. They were fainter, which was probably why she hadn't seen them the night she returned.

Her heart started hammering. She leaned down and examined the new discovery more carefully. It was hard to tell with the capital letters, but she was fairly sure these carvings were done by a different hand. Did it have something to do with Ralph at all? But it would be a huge coincidence if someone else just randomly decided to carve the word DIG right under his message for her, wouldn't it? Only one way to find out...

It was the longest day at work she'd ever had. A workday after a long holiday was always slow, but Thu felt the hours dragged extra sluggishly that day. At last, it was closing time. She waited until the last visitors and employees had left, went into the janitor's shed, found a small spade, and started digging at the base of the cotton tree, straight down from the arrow. As she dug, she tried to think of a good excuse in case a security guard happened upon her, but luckily, the tree was near the fence, and nobody ventured over to that side of the grounds.

She dug for a long time, the dirt piling higher and higher next to her, sweat drenching her shirt. Just as she started to feel quite sure that it really was just a coincidence, or whatever had been buried there had been removed sometime in the last 94 years, the spade hit something metal.

Her heart beating faster, she frantically scraped the dirt aside and found a rectangular aluminum tin. Perhaps it had once been a biscuit tin, but now it was covered so completely in rust and dirt that it was impossible to tell. Feeling like Howard Carter at the tomb of Tutankhamen, she lifted the tin out of the hole and pried the lid open. Inside was something long and flat, wrapped in layers and layers of plastic. The plastic disintegrated under her fingers, revealing—

One of Ralph's handkerchiefs, the monogrammed ones she'd given him for Christmas. And under it, the photo album. The album Ralph had given her, and she had left for him. Thanks to being buried deep underground and protected by the plastic and the tin, both the handkerchief and the album were still more or less intact.

The sight of the album sent a chill throughout her body. Why was it here? Why had Ralph left it here for her? Had he been so determined to give it back to her, or had he simply wanted to make a clean break and left behind the one memento that reminded him of her?

She opened the album. A note had been taped under Ralph's dedication on the first page. Like the photos, the ink on it had faded, but it was still legible. My dear Autumn, it said. I cannot take the album with me where I'm going, so I entrusted Mai to return it to you. I already have a picture of you in my mind and my heart for always; there is no need for these. Before I met you, I was drifting, aimless, but you have steadied me. You have shown me so much wonder and joy and made me feel more loved than I ever have, and I will treasure our time together forever. I hope that wherever you are, whenever you are, you will feel as much happiness as you have brought me. Yours, Ralph.

Thu hugged the album to her chest as tears spilled from her eyes. All that he'd written here, she should've said to him as well. She should've told him how much he meant to her. She should've told him how much she loved him.

But as she looked over the album, an unsettling feeling came over her. Something was amiss. This wasn't just a goodbye gift. Maybe it was just her, but "I cannot take the album with me where I'm going" sounded strangely ominous. Why couldn't he have taken it with him, if he was simply going home?

She flicked through the album, looking at the faded photos, searching for some clue, and something white fluttered out of the last page. Another note, shorter than Ralph's. And it was written in Vietnamese.

Dear Thu, Ralph didn't want me to tell you, but he has been arrested for desertion. He is currently in Hỏa Lò waiting to be court-martialed. I don't know why he asked me to bury this for you, but if you receive this, I hope you can come back and visit him. Your friend, Mai.

It was dated the 15th of March, 1930, just a little over two weeks after she'd left.

Thu let the letter fall to the ground and sank onto the base of the cotton tree. Arrested and court-martialed! It must have happened after he carved their initials onto the tree. Now she suddenly understood why he had left the album. Her poor Ralph! How would he cope? And what kind of a sentence would he get for desertion? Not death, surely? With shaking hands, she pulled out her phone and ran a quick search. It looked like the standard punishment for desertion from the French Foreign Legion was up to five years in prison, which didn't sound that bad, but that was now. It must have been much worse back then. And for someone like Ralph, just a few weeks in jail would be enough to break him completely. No. She couldn't stand by and know that he was suffering, without doing anything about it.

She jumped to her feet, hastily kicking the dirt back into the hole and gathering up the tin and its content, her mind running a mile a minute. Would Homeless Pete still stick around with the time machine, or had he moved on to another place and another time, ready to throw two hapless people together and toy with their hearts? She had to make sure...

She rode her motorbike toward Lenin Park, thinking perhaps Homeless Pete would use the same hangout as he did back in 1929. The usual rush hour traffic forced her to slow the bike to a crawl, and she gritted her teeth in frustration. It was no use, of course—if Homeless Pete was gone, she would have no way of finding him, and Ralph would truly be lost. She tried not to dwell on that. On the other hand, if Homeless Pete was still around—well, he had a time machine, didn't he? He could take her to any time she wanted. Theoretically speaking, anyway. She still had no idea how the time machine worked.

As she navigated the roundabout in front of Tràng Tiền Street, her eyes landed on the familiar figure of Homeless Pete, lounging on the steps of the Opera House, while around him, tourists were running up and down, posing, taking photos of the famous landmark, paying no attention to the scruffy man. Thu would've sworn that Homeless Pete was looking straight at her and giving her a toothy grin. The man always seemed to show up whenever she was upset or anxious... it was like he was magic...

The sight of Homeless Pete made Thu realize she couldn't rush into this willy-nilly. Not like last time. She needed a plan.

Ignoring the irritated shouts from the motorcyclists behind her, Thu squeezed the brakes and turned the bike homeward. She bolted her dinner, managing to swallow some rice and vegetable soup, despite her fear for Ralph churning up her stomach, before retreating to her room and compiling a new list.

It looked like this:

- How time machine works? Goes back exactly 94 years? (Wait until Feb 2024?) Homeless Pete takes request for the exact date? (Return to before Ralph is arrested?) Neither? Keep trying until I hit the right date?

- If all else fails, bust Ralph out (it IS possible - check the files - but can he do it????)

- How time travel affects Ralph? Would the "missing" time catch up with him and cause him to age rapidly like the bad guy in "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade"???? (This was crossed out, as Thu decided it was too horrifying to even contemplate. And pointless as well, just like all the other "what if" scenarios.)

- ID for Ralph?????

This last point was underscored several times. Ralph had been right to bring that up. She had been too emotional to accept it, but she knew that even if she could bring Ralph back to the 21st century, he couldn't live here normally, permanently, without some sort of identification. Only she didn't know the first thing about how to obtain it.

But she knew someone who probably did.

***

"Hey cuz," Cousin Minh said, looking up as Thu entered his visa agency the next day. His rotund, cheerful face and amicable manners belied his shrewdness as a businessman. "What brings you here?"

"I have kind of a—uh, a weird situation I need your help with."

"Sure, anything for my little cousin." Minh pulled up a chair, and Thu sat down gratefully.

"Listen, if you're a foreigner stuck in Vietnam, and you have no paperwork, no record whatsoever, how would you go about getting some sort of ID?" she asked.

"Well, the first thing would be to go to the embassy—"

"No, you don't understand," Thu interrupted. "I'm talking about a person who, legally, doesn't exist. No family. Nothing."

Minh's eyebrows shot up. "What, like an undocumented immigrant or something?"

More like a time traveler, Thu thought, but she said, "Something like that. Is it possible for someone in that situation to get an ID?"

Minh scratched his beard. "It'll be difficult." Thu deflated, only to sit up again when Minh continued, lowering his voice meaningfully, "If you want things done above board, of course."

"You mean it can be done illegally?"

"Yeah. Basically, it's identity theft, but it can be done—" Her cousin suddenly looked wary and glanced at the closed door of his office, as if afraid one of his staff might bust in at any moment. "What are you getting at?"

Thu swallowed. "I have a—a friend who needs an ID. Like I said, he was in a bit of a weird situation, and he's coming here to—uh, to escape it." Seeing Minh's hesitation, she quickly added, "It's nothing criminal, I promise you! It's just—weird."

"How weird are we talking here?"

"You wouldn't believe me."

"Try me."

So he wants the truth, doesn't he? Well, here goes nothing... "He's a time traveler from the 1930s," she said in a rush.

There was a moment of silence as Minh stared at her, then he let out a bark of a laugh. "Ha! Good one, cuz! You almost had me there for a second!"

Thu gave him a forced grin, hoping he didn't see the dread in her eyes. Then Minh sat up, looking more serious. "OK, if I do this, it doesn't come back to me, you understand?"

"Of course."

"And it's going to cost you."

She had prepared for this as well. "I won't tell Auntie who really drove her motorbike into the wall that time."

Minh laughed, but he sobered up when he saw that she was serious. "Fine, but that's not enough. What else you got?"

Thu rolled her eyes. "If you do this, I'll come work for you for free for a month," she offered.

"A year."

"A year?!" she exclaimed. "That's a rip-off!"

"Hey, it's a high-risk job," Minh said with a shrug.

"Two months then."

"Ten."

"Six."

"Deal!" Minh extended a hand, and Thu wondered if she had just been out-haggled.

"Six months, but only part-time, OK?" she said, unwilling to let him win that easily. "I'm not quitting my job at the museum."

"You got it." As they shook hands, Minh added, "Hey, once your friend gets here, I'd like to meet him. Must be someone special, if my straitlaced cousin is willing to break the law for him."

He is, she thought, but only responded with a cryptic smile before hurrying home. She had to pack for her trip back in time.

***

That Friday, Thu went to work with her old-timey men's suit folded into her backpack, which she changed into after she left the museum, some modern medicine, another gold necklace she'd bought with her savings (she had no idea which time she may end up in, and gold would be far more useful than money), the spare key to Ralph's studio, which she'd taken with her by mistake, his handkerchief for good luck, and several bags of M&Ms. The previous day, she'd visited Hỏa Lò Prison Museum, shown them her credentials, and asked to see everything they had in their archive of previous prison break attempts. There wasn't much—the wars had destroyed most of the records, so whatever information the museum had was gleaned from the memoirs of those political prisoners who'd made the attempts. It only made Thu more aware of how harebrained her plan was. If even hardened revolutionaries could fail in their escape, what hope did she and Ralph have? But she had to try.

Of course, it would be ideal if she didn't have to break him out at all. Her plan was simply to arrive before he was arrested and whisk him away. But from what she'd seen, time traveling with Homeless Pete was never an exact science. The best she could expect was to end up in the right year.

Still, that didn't stop her from telling Homeless Pete, slowly and clearly as if she was speaking to someone hard of hearing, that she would like to go back to February 28th, 1930. "Can you?" she asked, giving him a bag of M&Ms. "2-8-2-3-0. Or 2-2-8-1-9-3-0. However you do it. Please?"

Homeless Pete shrugged and popped an M&M into his mouth as he worked the elevator's keypad.

With a sigh, Thu braced herself. Please, please get me there in time to save Ralph. And bring us back. Please...

The elevator shuddered to a stop. Homeless Pete was gone. The elevator's doors had transformed into the old-fashioning rolling doors, which she took as a good sign. She rolled them open, cautiously peeked her head out, and was greeted by the smell of ink and the sound of the printing press. So far, so good. Feeling like she'd come home, Thu slipped out of the elevator and left the IDEO building, blending in with the few people on the streets, workers coming home late or some night owls out for an early evening stroll. The air was still chilly, but there was already a touch of the mugginess of early spring. Perhaps Homeless Pete had come through after all. She hurried toward Rue Borgnis Desbordes, her footsteps falling in time with her heartbeats.

Arriving at the studio, she banged on the little side door so hard her hand hurt. "Ralph?" she called. "You home? It's me, Autumn! I've come back!" But there was only silence. Had she arrived in the wrong time? Or had she simply missed him?

Her heart in her throat, she delved into her backpack for the key and put it into the lock.

It didn't fit.

She looked around, desperation mounting, and noticed that the sign saying A. Davinier, Studio de Photographie was gone. Gone, or hadn't been put up? Either way, she was definitely in the wrong time. The question was, how off was she?

Swallowing the panic rising like scorching bile in her throat, Thu ran back into the street, searching for someone to ask. By a stroke of luck, or perhaps it was the universe answering her question, the wind blew an old discarded newspaper right to her feet. She picked it up and held it under the fitful streetlamp.

The date said 28 Mars 1930, or the 29th of the second month of the Year of the Horse.

So, the right year, but the wrong date. Mars. March. Almost two weeks after Mai's letter. And the paper could be even older than that. Shit.

Where was Homeless Pete now? At the Opera House or at Robin Park? The Opera House was closer. She'd try that first. She needed to keep moving or she'd fly into pieces. Ralph wasn't here to hold her and calm her down. She needed to keep her mind clear and focused, for him.

She almost cried out from relief upon seeing Homeless Pete shuffling near the Opera House, still munching on the M&Ms. She ran to him and clutched at his coat. "Homeless Pete, thank Heavens! You have to bring me further back! I need to go to the 28th of February, not the 28th of March. Please! I have more chocolate here—"

But Homeless Pete shook himself free of her grasp, looking rather irritated. "Recharge," he muttered.

Thu paused. "Recharge?" she repeated. "You mean the time machine needs to be recharged? Or is it you that needs recharging?"

"Recharge," he said again and vanished into the darkness behind the Opera House, leaving Thu standing there, bewildered, frightened, lost.

Shit, shit, shit.

She gripped Ralph's handkerchief tightly in her fist, taking a deep breath and trying to calm her thoughts.

What could she do? Wait until Homeless Pete finished "recharging", whenever that might be, and try again? But there was no guarantee he would bring her to the right time. What if, with each subsequent trip, she would slip further and further away from Ralph? What if she couldn't reach him until she was an old woman? This was the closest she could get. Right year, wrong date, but not too wrong. She was about a month off at the most. Perhaps Ralph was still in jail. There was still a chance to get him out. She had planned for this contingency. She could do this. But first, she needed a place to stay for the night.

Thu turned around and headed toward her old boarding house.

The last chapter is coming next week! Stay tuned!

#ralph penbury #ralph timewasters #ralph x ofc #ralph penbury fic #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fic

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Under New Management

Hey all, Grif here!

Mythaura started out of a love for virtual pet games and the incredible sense of community that blossoms from them. It was always my goal to create something not only fun and visually wonderful, but someplace where people from all over the world can come together.

The last few years, I began to understand that my plans for Mythaura were starting to get further and further out of reach as my free time was something of a rarity. I realized that, to see the game released sooner, I would have to let it go. I’ve made the enormously difficult decision to hand Mythaura over to Koa. She has been coding on the project for a long time and is someone who knows Mythaura inside and out, since close to its inception. I whole-heartedly believe under Koa’s incredible leadership, the vision for Mythaura will be made into reality. I am very excited for the future of this project, and I really hope the community still is too! I want to thank everybody who has supported me and my vision for the game. Without the amazing encouragement of the community on tumblr and discord, Mythaura would not have ever lifted off the ground. Thank you to past Patreon supporters who kickstarted development for the game, your faith in the project means the absolute world to me. I hope Mythaura will be everything you wanted and more. I will still aim to be active in the community however if you need to get into contact with me, please feel free to message me on Discord (Grif#1760) or please send an email to [email protected]

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Hello Mythaura, Koa here now to bring you the rest of the update!

First off, I want to extend my gratitude to Grif for everything she has given to the game. These last few years have been some of the most difficult in memory for so many people, and she has been committed to the success of Mythaura through all of it. Mythaura could not have gotten this far or have captivated so many people without her dedication and talent and I am honored to have the opportunity to carry the torch past the finish line.

As part of the immediate move, there will be some downtime as the domain and server are transferred and re-delegated. Rest assured we will have it back up as soon as possible. This downtime may last several days but when it is up again, there will no longer be a security certificate error when you access the site.

Introducing the New Owners

Koa and Sark are a married couple who love to code together. We’ve worked on numerous projects together and have a passion for gaming and all things nerdy.

Koa (she/her) - Full Stack developer with an emphasis in PHP & Laravel. She has developed with other pet sim games in all stages of release, including building one from the ground up. Koa is also a seasoned artist, and has the flexibility to work both on art assets and code development.

Sark (he/him) - Front End developer with an emphasis in User Experience and UI. Sark is a professional UI developer and plans to bring nearly ten years of his expertise to Mythaura to ensure we deliver an amazing user experience on both mobile and desktop.

State of the Game Right Now

The art assets are mostly complete. We also have already talked with previous artists and intend to retain them in order to finish out the remaining art assets.

The amount of code work still needed is substantial. It will be some time before we have an idea of when we can transition into a beta release but we do hope to provide a development roadmap in the coming months so you guys can follow along as we develop the game. While we will be dedicating as much spare time as we can to Mythaura, both the new owners are employed full time and working on this during evenings and weekends as a passion project. This will be a marathon, not a race, but we are in it for the long haul and hope you will stick around for the ride too!

Rain or shine, development updates will be posted to social media once a month.

Patreon & Closing Notes

Patreon will not be reopening at this time. We are funding the completion of Mythaura out of pocket and want to focus all of our attention on building the much needed code infrastructure. There will be opportunities in the future for you to contribute and help, so keep an eye on our monthly updates for ways to get involved.

A big thank you to all of you who have been sticking with us this whole time. We will be keeping an active presence on discord and invite anyone interested in following the project to join the official channel using this invite link: https://discord.gg/hdcp3V9Ts6.

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