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PART III of @connectionterminated13 headcanon! This story kind went far from the whole original headcanon, and if you have any suggestions as to where it should go, please let me know!
<<PART I>>
<<PART II>>
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When we walk out of Freddy’s, the atmosphere is different than before; like the energy in the air before a bad storm.
I rush Cassidy with me, the wind pushing my bangs up and whisking Cassidy’s dark hair around her head.
“So he’s just going to make us walk to his house? Screw him.” I instinctively reach to my coat pocket for the familiar cigarette box. Not now. Don’t need any little kids getting second-hand smoke.
Cassidy tries to pull her hair back as the winds grow stronger while we walk to Henry’s house.
“I think we… make a left here.” I’ve been to his place so many times before, how could I forget? Though… it has been a while since he’s invited me over. He changed completely after that night…
I don’t want to think about that night.
Cassidy pulls me a bit away from the street as more cars pass by. I’ve always wondered how they do that, just pass by without a care about the people they see along the way.
I recognize Henry’s house by its light green color and white picket fence. Despite his house looking perfect, his life was far from it, and you can really tell from the inside.
When I open the front door, the house seems normal, almost untouched by time.
“It’s just as I remembered it…” I say more to myself than Cassidy. Though, the poor girl seems more shocked at the sheer size of the house with its high ceilings and grand wooden staircase.
Despite it only being two floors, Cassidy asks me over and over if we’re in a mansion.
“It’s too small to be a mansion,” I say, looking around.
Some things are of value though, like intricate decorations and silverware shiny enough to see my clear reflection on it.
“Why are you taking those things?” Cassidy asks me from the sofa that looks giant compared to her.
“I’m just borrowing it.”
“It’s not nice to steal…” She wags her tiny finger at me.
“It’s not stealing!” I defend myself. “We need these things to make it out there. Henry was the one who invited us into his house without supervision. He was practically asking for it.”
She doesn’t seem to protest when I jog up the stairs to look for anything else that could be of use. I grab a backpack big enough to put in my findings.
His study is just as messy as his office; blueprints with incoherent scribbles and papers full of text line the floor.
“The blueprints could be useful,” I tell myself, swiping the mostly intelligible ones. I rummage through the desk drawers full of random trinkets like paperclips and notepads. Amidst the junk, I find some money, enough to buy a motel room or something far away from here.
I scurry around the other rooms upstairs, finding the master bedroom. It’s mostly clean with its unmade bed and random clothes on the floor. It’s cleaner than mine at least.
Nothing of interest other than some clothes I thought might fit me. Walking back out into the hallway, another room catches my eye that I didn’t notice before. It’s shrouded in darkness, all the way at the other end of the hallway.
I hesitate before walking over and opening the door to a small room. It’s by far the cleanest room in the house. A small bed rests in the corner and a small pile of stuffed animals lay on the other corner. A little girl’s room.
“Charlie’s room…” I tell myself, recognizing her favorite toys in the small pile. Ella, Stanley, Theo…
My first thought shouldn’t have been to give these to Cassidy… but I have a feeling Charlie doesn’t need them anymore. She’d want someone to take care of her toys. I gently put them in my backpack with the other stuff I borrowed.
“Cassidy—!” I call for her as I jog down the stairs.
“Mike!” She runs out to meet me at the bottom of the stairs, holding a crumbled slice of chocolate cake with her bare hands. “I found cake!”
“Oh… Thanks,” I take it gingerly. “Maybe get some actual food and put it in my backpack, ‘kay?”
She comes back with tupperware with random items that she seemed to like the best. A single slice of pizza, rice, and more cake.
“That’s enough,” I stop her when she tries to bring more cake. “I can get us more food, it’s fine—”
“Oh, okay!” She smiles, eating the slice of cake she brought instead.
I figure the faster we leave the house, the faster we can get out of this town for good.
“Wait,” Cassidy stops me before I can fully open the door. “Why are we leaving?”
“We can’t stay here. My dad will find us sooner or later, and by the way Henry’s been acting, he’s not going to put up much of a fight. I’d rather skip town and get the hell out of here for good. I can’t take this anymore.”
Her big green eyes stare up at me, until she seems to eventually understand, and solemnly nod. “So… I can’t see my friends again?”
I stop. I feel my ears getting hot again. “...You’ll see them again one day, Cass. I promise.”
With that, she quietly follows me out of the house, ready to walk again. To where? I don’t know, anywhere. Anywhere but here.
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#michael afton#cassidy fnaf#michael fnaf#michael afton fnaf#fnaf cassidy#fnaf 4#fnaf story#fnaf fanfic#fnaf headcanon
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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore 💜💜💜
Time to meet the first of two sims we'll be following into the Tudor Era:
Lord Cassian de la Clare
He is the third child of Lady Ursula and Lady Elisaria de la Clare of Monte Vista. He was a twin, but his twin sister died as an infant. Though not technically the youngest, he has always felt like and been treated like the youngest in the family as his younger brother died at birth, along with his mother Lady Ursula.
When he aged to young adult, his mother Elisaria arranged a political marriage to Lady Ella of Brindleton Bay. It was an unhappy marriage from the start and Cassian was relieved when she died in childbirth with their son, Henry. He quickly married his mistress, an actress called Margery, and had a daughter called Charlotted. However, she was much older than him and now she is nearing elderhood - something Cassian finds repulsive.
His traits include: self-assured, kleptomaniac, glutton, bookworm, romantic, evil, mastermind, responsible, good manners, insensitive, high self esteem, business savvy, dastardly, professional slacker, beguiling and needs no one... so.... he is not a particularly pleasant person.
He is the boss of a criminal group. Their work is mixed but includes blackmail, racketeering, illegal gambling dens, murder for hire etc. You know, whatever your wealthy merchants and nobles might require. He has considered focusing on more legal pursuits, but has not yet seen any potential pathway that interests him.
5. The only person he is close to is his older sister, Lady Isabeau.
#are you ready for an era led by a dickhead?#oh he will be having sex endlessly too#but never with his wife of course
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Progress Update #2// 2/28/24
Hey everyone, just giving an update for what will be happening for the foreseeable future.
By the time you read this, I will have gotten my wisdom teeth pulled and will be unable to work on the WIP while I'm recovering. Because of this (though some of you might have already noticed), I will be releasing an early version of part 2 so everyone can meet some more of the cast, including the camp's director, Mr. Adams. With that, we'll only have Ruby and Silas to introduce. The word count is now 49k with an average of 13k. (Newbie MC's path is more futhur along by at least a few hundred words.)
Check out the update here.
For any questions any of you might have after the update, I will try to answer a few here.
William/Willow, Olivia/Oliver, and Henry/Heather's genders are chosen by the game's code, not by player choice. If the player is male the characters are William, Olivia, and Henry. If the player is female the characters are Willow, Oliver, and Heather. I did this to make the gender ratio of the counselors more balanced. If this is an unpopular decision I am open to changing it.
You may notice that if the visual indicator is turned on there are no Ethan/Ella thoughts, even when your choice changes their opinion of you. This is on purpose.
There are parts of the second half that may feel less detailed or shorter than the first part. I am planning to add more to the scenes, I'm just waiting until after I get better.
In the office scene, I didn't know that I hadn't actually put the information of the document on the document screen (forgot to set it as true...). So now you should be able to read the whole article and get some more background history on Crescent Cove.
As you can see, I've been releasing character bios of all the counselors. These have all been prewritten and will continue to release for the next week.
If there are any bugs or you see something that does not match the choice you made, please let me know and I'll get to it when I return.
If I'm still not better by the 18th of March, a post not related to Camp Overlook will be posted. It is part of an idea I have about what direction I want the blog to go. Even though this blog is for updates about the development of Camp Overlook, I still want to talk a little bit about my love for horror. Please let me know when it releases if posts like it should continue being made for the blog.
That's all, see ya'll in the next update.
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♒ For Bengal and Fenella (She removes her jacket a lot)
♎ Ismene and Leroy (Him seeing her working on a large complicated backstage structure- which she was good at)
♏ Achlys and Alioth? ( >:3 )
A light Blush
♒ It’s really hot outside, so your Muse has abruptly started to undress.
Even for him this was an exhausting heat that his flimsy wardrobe couldn't fix he was supposed to meet up with Fenella for some icy milk shakes to at least hold out and chat a little bit. Yet as she arrived he couldn't help but eye her for long... that outfit of hers was stunning.
"Has the Kitty waited patiently~ Good cause leaving the dorm really was a mess..."
"I would have waited hours for my pretty girl. Lets move."
Before the two walked again however she took off her blazer given the heat, showing off even more of a back and the curves she owned... Getting a light dumbfounded curious stare out of Bengal , slightly red in the face and a chuckle out of her.
"If you can stare you can also carry my jacket, will you?"
He gave grin and nodded holding her jacket over his one arm while offering the other for her to take.
"You really do know how to get me whipped for your every day anew, Ella, my pretty Muse."
"Gotta keep my lap kitten entertained, I sure hope however you can give me a good distraction, dealing with my dorm mates is a hassle recently."
"I would take you anywhere, to make you feel better. But I know a first way to do that."
He pulled her back in an embrace prying a kiss for a long while, he didn't care if anyone recognized him... he was proud of the pretty woman he was dating and didn't want to hide it.
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♎ Your muse compliments mine for something they accomplished.
It was not unusual for him to sneak out and get a break from all the mess in his dorm, he did his work for the day and didn't want Henry to push more onto him and so he visited RSA in secret, trying to maybe chat up Ismene a bit...
Eventually he found her working hard on a machine occupied that she could not notice him even if it was hard anyways given his invisiblity... yet as none of the dorm members were around anymore he made himself visible and approached her.
"Sup Is, seems your busy."
"Ahhh... Lee. Y-you could have told me you would stop by."
He laughed a little looking at her.
"I am sorry, but I couldn't help it... your face is kinda cute when you are working on something and... I think you did really well... this one is far more complicated to ours."
"H-huh... you say I did well?"
Her face had a heavy blush as Leroy similarly grew red over his face to his hair tips. Looking away with his arms behind his head
"I mean it... you are impressive... we should work on something together one day."
"I-it would make me very happy if we do!"
He took both her hands on instinct as she said that and gave her a warm smile with his sharp teeth.
"Alright then how about once you have free time as well we both grab something to eat and chat on a joined project, just you and me?"
"O-okay."
Even if he meant that with this being a joined project he also hoped to see it as a date with her... smirking a little as he continue to watch her work on the machine.
♏ Your muse teases/flirts with mine.
Even if Crystaleon was a dorm mainly focused on gods, Alioth was often a special guest... maybe cause his power outreigned the actual dorm leader powers and Osyron ticked that off. Despite that he was quite popular with the local dorm members... but one especially caught his own eye... Achlys was just chatting with his sister Aine as Alioth approached him with a warm smile slightly bowing before him.
"You look as radiant and beautifull as over, My Northstar... I am happy the string of fate let me to you and I wanted to show you my appreciation."
It didn't take long for his ears to reach full redness and look at him with a light annoyance in his face as Aine behind him gasped.
"How romantic, brother you really found a sweetheart."
"He is not... I mean I am not... tch... that Is why I told you not to use your fluttery language around me."
"I do not understand... all I said was sincere and expressed my feelings for you."
He chuckled and made a small motion that was similar to an invitation to a dance.
"I still have business with my sister but wait somewhere else alright... and stop sputtering more nonsense, I don't need more people to assume things."
"They don't have to assume if you were to accept my proposal-"
Achlys got more red slightly pushing Alioth with the palm of his hands to the side.
"Just stay here and don't move till I am done alright."
"But I can still dance right?"
"Whatever."
#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland ocs#twst#twst ocs#disney twst#twistedwonderland#twistedwonderlandoc#bengal#bengal x fenella#leroy violet#leroy x ismene#alioth comet starshine#alioth x achlys
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Mariella Edward-James
Mariella currently is a famous fashion critic around Twisted Wonderland.
Surprisingly, she is an alumna of Regal Fairytale Academy and had classified to Voguefleur before getting graduated.
Mariella is very wise and helpful. She is willing to help people in need and very caring. She is worried the people she knows. She loves shopping. She is graceful and has a good sense of fashion.
Her unique magic, "Linked to the Butterflies", to show the direction linked her favorite spot, Land of Pyroxene, Magnolia Kingdom and more. She have to follow it or the butterfly shall disappear.
She was born in the family of Edward and James that worked as steam train drivers. Mariella used to take an express to home, but now she prefers to take a walk around the town.
Her favourite colors are Cherry Red, Sky Blue and Pastel Pink.
Mariella owns a Silvery Blue named after her grandma Azure.
She and Claire haven't seen each other for a long time, until they meet at the Fairy Fashion Ball when she returns to her old school.
Mariella didn't know that Claire was the child of her cousin Alice when they introduced themselves. Moreover she was surprised to her cousin Alexa James was Claire's cousin-in-law.
Professor Athena mentioned Mariella was the first own the Power of Enchantment earlier than other 3rd-year students on the fairy graduation.
Even though she is not a fairy, but Mariella is very hard-working and overwork at some cafe for the future of her family.
She befriend to her niece Claire's cousin-in-law Himiko Henry, Perrie Percy, and Jessica James.
Before becoming the fashion critic, Mariella was a model for the beauty pageant and won as the second winner of Miss Beauty. Later she quit and worked as the fashion judge for improve her fashion sense.
For her taste of the fashion, Mariella likes classy and old-fashioned styles. Besides she likes dresses with a few modern style.
During her school days, Mariella did act as a matchmaker, as she was taught by the Rosie family. Students kept asking her for matchmaking, often struggling to understand why they always liked being arranged by her.
People always called her "Marie", wherever she go or anywhere. Mostly her family and friends called her, "Ella" or "Sweety".
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The Golds were surrounded by adults as soon as they made their presence in the courtyard known — Henry, Ella, Regina, Tiana, her mother, even Wish!Hook, all gathered around the happy parents, each trying to get a peak at the newborn girl cradled in a beaming new father's arms and congratulating the couple, the soon-to-be-cast curse all but forgotten for a handful of precious minutes, paling in comparison with the new life just brought into the world.
However, as Lucy appeared in the doorway, apparently having heard the commotion, all the delighted exclamations died down and the small crowd parted, making a clear path between Rumplestiltskin and his great-granddaughter.
Rumple looked at Lucy, then at his new daughter and took a deep, shuddering breath, suddenly a little nervous ( up until then, Lucy was the only child he interacted with since Gideon, so naturally, he spent a lot of time with her, which was bound to change because of the new baby their family just welcomed, and he wasn't sure how Lucy was gonna take it ). But one quick touch and an encouraging nod from his wife was enough to soothe his nerves and make him move. Adjusting Rose in his arms slightly, Rumple made his way over to his granddaughter, everyone watching his every step with soft smiles on their faces, and knelt carefully in front of her so they would be at an eyelevel and she could get a better look at the newest member of the Charming-Mills-Swan-Gold-Jones clan.
"Would you like to meet the newest member of our family, sweetheart?" Rumple questioned, softly, as if a louder volume would somehow disrupt the moment.
Rose stirred, opening her blue eyes – the exact shade of her mother's – and moving her tiny hands as she looked up curiously at the older girl.
@bluebellestorybrooke ( Lucy ) gets a starter of her first meeting with Rose because you said "Imagine Lucy playing with Rose" and that's all I've been able to think about ever since 😁🥺💗
#bluebellestorybrooke#『 bluebellestorybrooke 🗡️ lucy mills 』#『 ic 』#『 closed starter 』#thread ttba#verse ttba#just imagine this 🥺#just IMAGINE#why couldn't we get something along these lines in canon? 😫#but I digress 😅
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Due to popular demand of one whole person (@land-of-diesel-10), the first of many OCs, Ella! My beloved axe-wielding shortstack, her In The Sky!design specifically :D
Since she's an OC, and I haven't talked much about her, here's a little rant about my girl:
Her backstory, summed up as best to my ability (that is to say, ya'll are in for one hell of an angsty ride):
Ella, with her fleet of siblings (364 of them to be exact, reference to the MÁV 424 class of steam engines she's based on) worked for the AU's equivalent of MÁV, high up in the sky. Nothing special there. Well, working for this shitshow of a company is a nightmare, so Ella, along with her siblings, tended to try and fly as far away as they could. Unfortunately, they aren't able to get very far.
After literal decades of the roster's shenanigans (one of which resulted in Ella getting the axe she's holding in the drawings), staff decide they have enough of their antics and chain and lock them all up in an old, abandoned station with limited supplies.
They planned to come back for them, planned being the operative words here, but times change, as do people in charge and eventually, they're all forgotten.
Days turned into weeks, months, years, the weakest of the bunch dying in what ended up being a decade-long "adventure". Out of the 365 siblings, 19 remain, Ella being one of them.
As the last 19 tried passing the time, hoping for someone to find them, or death at that point, Sir Topham Hatt, with Edward came to Hungary for some sort of meeting I haven't completely fleshed out yet. The latter ended up hearing the remaining few trying to get themselves noticed by singing songs as loud as they could manage.
Since this post is already very long, let me summarize: Edward checked the old station, just to make sure he hadn't gone completely nuts, while STH did his own thing. Finding the sight of his chained up bretheren, he stood still for a second, then ran for STH, who, along with whichever executive he was talking to, was shocked, to say the least, to find 19 workers chained up and locked away from the outside world.
One thing lead to the next, and now those 19 live their happiest lives on the Island of Sodor, free from the figurative and literal chains of their home country.
Personality:
Ella is a sassy goofball, always down to pull a prank. She's actually not very social, tending to spend time by herself if given the option, but she gladly chit-chats with her coworkers-turned-friends during the day. She's also very observant, reading anyone like an open book. This caused her to not be approached often by many, mostly those who tried to fake something about themselves to her.
She loves to read and draw, and she's not a stranger to writing either, stories in general being something that she's living for. Gardening is another hobby of hers.
As for things she dislikes, there aren't many actually. One of said few though, is tight spaces. If you read her backstory, which I hope you did if you're this deep into the post, you know why (-> why she has cieling-to-floor windows in her room).
What does she think of her new coworkers?
Thomas: He's a tiny gremlin child and she loves him like a son.
Edward: She and her siblings literally owe him their lives, so immediate respect. Ella in particular sees him as a father figure.
Henry: They're both introverts and have many things in common. From their dislike of tight spaces, to their interest in gardening. She looks up to him like that one cousin who always seems to have an answer.
Gordon: She sees him as a brother, something she'd never admit to his face. That in all senses of the word: she'd try to beat him up in a heartbeat, but will also do anything in her power to make him as happy as she can. They're both fucked up and vibe in peace.
James: She thinks he's annoying as fuck, yet also very fun to be around. His apparent obsession with his clean, pristine uniform never fooled her, thanks to her ability to read anyone like a book. Overall fine, can be a bit much at times.
Percy: "My caterpillar son :)" that's literally it. She loves him like a mother loves her son.
Toby and Henrietta: they're like grandparents to her, they're normally the ones she'll go to rant about her day, or James.
#ella's rambles#Ella's aus#ella's drawings#ttte humanized#drawing#art#ttte#ttte au#ttte Ella (OC)#ttte oc
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(s7 Henry): "Wow that's a lot of playmates, Emmy" Henry said, patting the blonde baby on the head. Henry chuckled at her questions. "No, Lucy doesn't wear diapers. She's older. And I bet she'd love to play with you one day" he explained, getting out a jar of green beans baby food and one of bananas. Taking a spoonful, Henry made horse sounds as he fed his niece. "Oh, Ella and Lucy are great-they're doing some last minute Christmas shopping. I just came by to visit for a while. Tell Neal I said congratulations. " Henry told Snow.
"Yeah and sometimes we have lots of sleepovers too and nana comes but she no lives here no more and its hard to play with Zelly how's grampa and grandma?" The blonde adke how her grandparents (Regina and Robin Hood). Emma looked surprised "Really but she was like me last time I saw her." Emma remember that Lucy was still in diapers the first time she meet her cousin. "Really? I wanna meet lots of playmates when can I play with cousin Lucy?" The blonde asked excitedly as she was fed. "Horsey horsey," Emma clapped as her uncle made horse noises. "That's wonderful thankfully we're done with our Christmas shopping, But how does mom feel going from Mayor to bar tender?" Snow conversed with her brother.
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The Marks of Running Ink pt.89
The Walking Dead [Soulmate AU]
Pairing: Negan x Tory Miller (ofc)
Summary: Peace had a way to be boring and exciting at once, for Tory Miller, it was lonely until it was not. Her life was about taking it slow, one day at a time.
Warnings: SLOW BURN, angst, swearing, death, violence, fluff, hurt/comfort, child endangerment, general trauma, drama, mentions of infidelity and polygamy, general lack or morals, mentions of nudity, graphic sexual scenes (nsfw), mentions of blood, apocalyptic world. As always, I don’t want to give the story away in the tags, read at your own risk.
Author’s note: If you haven't read chapter 88, you should, I'm updating the last three chapters at once. This is the official ending of The Marks of Running Ink, but a short epilogue comes after with major warnings. Thank you so much for being here.
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Peace
Alexandria, VA.
She was waiting for him outside the cell.
A little, wry smile on her lips as she set her eyes on him.
"Hey, old man," she greeted him.
"I'm your father's age, Tory."
"And I call him old too."
He chuckled and she did too.
"What now?"
She made a gesture for him to follow.
"We go home."
Negan had not been or felt at home in so many years. He'd lost the people he considered home, over and over, but now he was being offered another chance, probably the last one. The summer breeze was kind, fall would come soon enough, considering the color of the leaves.
"There will be rules, Negan, important rules to follow," Victoria told him as they walked. He was in no hurry, and she didn't seem to be in a hurry either. "I have a child."
He stopped, frozen, right in the middle of the street, his feet glued to the dusty asphalt.
"A child?"
Tory looked at him and nodded.
"You said that you and the good doc–"
"She isn't Rhodes' kid," his soulmate interrupted.
He blinked, feeling like a fool as he did, watching Victoria as she looked at him.
"Her name is Ella," his soulmate said. "Ella Henry Jones."
"You gave a girl a boy's name?" He asked, not hating it.
"I thought I would die, you know? No epidurals at the end of the world, Negan. Lots of blood, I was stupidly scared."
He laughed and was finally able to move again.
"Am I meeting this kid of yours?"
"Tomorrow, she is visiting Roy."
They got to a house near the end of a street. It seemed to be well taken care of and maintained. He remembered that house. Victoria let him in and gave him a tour of everything, showed him what would be his room and then had him come down to eat.
She had made him spaghetti.
Like a fucking saint.
Once he had his fill, she told him to wait and came with a book in her hands. It seemed bound by hand, and the lettering on the cover had her daughter's name. She sat by his side and cracked the book open, but stopped before showing him anything.
"I have to ask for your forgiveness," she said softly, her eyes avoiding him. "I kept something monumental from you, not because I wanted to, but because I was made to do it." Dread started to gather in his gut as she gripped the book and spoke to him as if he were some sort of wounded beast. "Please, don't judge me too harshly."
Finally, she cracked the book open and showed him the first pictures.
It was a picture of her, not incredibly focused but clear enough. She was holding a bundle in her arms with what seemed to be a shaky smile.
"This is you what? Six months after the whole thing?" He asked softly, avoiding the enormity of what he meant.
"Thereabouts," she answered vaguely.
Under that, in neat writing was her daughter's name, the date and a tiny, inky footprint.
He turned the page and the pictures were better.
"I took all of the next ones," she said. "Roy took the first one when I was fine enough to hold Ellie."
The name stabbed at his heart. The first pictures were of a baby with big, dark eyes.
Her hair was just a bit curly and she had a big smile.
Ella's first month.
Then came other photos of Victoria holding the little girl, giving her a bottle, bathing her.
He kept going.
Ella's learned to turn.
Ella's first crawl.
Ella's first tantrum.
Ella's first steps.
"Whose is she?" He asked. "That twat I killed in front of your house? Lucas'?"
She shook her head and cleared her throat. Her lips parted more than once, and finally…
"She is yours," she whispered.
Negan closed his eyes as he caressed the pictures.
"I've been put away all of her life. You never—"
"Rick said I couldn't tell you."
"And now that he is dead…" understanding dawned on him.
"We have a chance to be there for her, to be her parents, even if we are not a couple. She knows about you, she will love you."
"I'm a bad man."
"You are no hero, but you are not evil," she contradicted. "And even if you never came to love me, I know you'll love her, I have since I knew."
"You never told me." He had vague memories of her seeing him in the cell those first months, her face always withdrawn and worried. She wore very baggy clothes and then stopped going completely.
"Rick gave me conditions and I have always been good with secrets."
An understatement in his mind. She had faced him more than once, had seen his worst side and kept it quiet that she knew who he was to her. What they were to each other.
After what he had done to her, it did not surprise him that she would keep it a secret that he’d become a dad.
He had a kid.
“What is she like?” he asked, like a coward, he preferred not to face how his hand was in all of it too.
“She is a tornado, but she also loves cuddling and being told she is the greatest kid who ever existed, and for me, she is.” Tory bit her lip with a smile, looking at the picture he too was looking at. Ella was in front of a plate of food and her hands were all messy with tomato sauce. “She loves spaghetti and it’s a harsh judge when she does not like the sauce.”
“She’s the judgy roommate?” he asked with his own chuckle. His heart constricted inside his chest, because he wanted to rage and cry and fucking shoot someone, but not Tory.
Not Tory who'd been alone, who had faced death to bring their child into the world, who'd kept away so she and Ella could stay close.
“She is.”
He kept turning the pages, seeing the pictures and some stuff. Locks of hair, drawings, a leaf or flower here and there.
"What do I have to do?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Be her friend first, then her dad. I can protect her, but I can't be her dad. Nor can my… Roy can't either."
Negan closed his eyes and the book, he leaned back on the chair.
"I'm not ready to forgive," he whispered.
"I wasn't expecting you to. I would be mad if you did," she whispered back. It was getting dark outside and the noises of the day were fading.
"I want to be her dad."
"Then we play by the rules."
••• ••• •••
The next day dawned humid but not too hot, early fall weather could actually be good and Tory was grateful for it. Sometimes, weather like this made her miss the old days in San Diego, the view into the sea, the bustling port and the noise of the planes as they arrived at the airport.
She regretted having stayed up most of the night, talking to Negan about how they were supposed to manage living with Ella and themselves.
For her, it felt as if she'd gotten back an old friend. Losing so many people in such a short amount of time had once been traumatic and Tory felt the impact of it keenly, almost a decade later. She'd lost so many people and done so many things.
She could do this one little thing for Ella and Negan.
Her father approached alone, looking relaxed as she stood from her step on the front porch. He certainly had an explanation of why her child was not with him.
"She stopped with the Owens'," he said, as soon as they encountered each other. He passed her the little basket that he always used to bring her goat cheese with a smile.
"Morning, Roy," Tory said, relief making her voice sound softer. "You want to have breakfast? I got some pesto and I still have pasta."
"What happened to a good American breakfast, kid?" He asked with a mocking glare.
"I'm not going down to ask for another pound of bacon so you can get a heart attack. Charlotte will have my hide."
He laughed and Tory rolled her eyes as they went inside.
Negan was in the kitchen, he did have a more local idea of breakfast and she sighed.
"Well, if it isn't my old boss," Roy said warily. "Are you two shacking up again…" he trailed off, he seemed displeased.
"First, don't be crass, second, none of your business, Miller. If you don't like it, you know the way out," Victoria growled. He made a placating gesture right away.
Negan simply shrugged. "I was invited."
Roy turned to her. "The Owens will come and see him."
"Chase and Vera knew of my intentions."
"They knew and I didn't?"
"They live here!"
"I'm your father, Victoria."
"We don't have a choice about that, but please, do make your unwelcome opinion known." Good Lord, she was being harsh, she didn’t want to be harsh. Not now.
She was sure worse words would have come between them if Ella hadn't come bounding through the backdoor of the house, making the french doors rattle.
"Mama!" Her little girl exclaimed. "I wanna be a fisherman!"
Tory sighed and smiled as she went to greet her little tornado.
"Okay, Peanut , and how will we get you a degree in fishing?" She always made that sort of question because they put Ella up to the task of creating some new idea about her education that Tory usually took advantage off to teach her some lessons. Carpentry had been a success so far.
Ella pouted and looked at her booted feet.
"We ask the fish?"
"I don't think they speak."
"Nonsense!"
All of them turned to see Vera arrive, carrying a big basket with her, Chase following close behind with their twins.
"Fish definitely speak, you just have to listen carefully, Ellie."
Chaos.
Her life was an utter, lovely chaos.
••• ••• •••
Negan noticed the reaction of his once subordinates and felt incredibly self-conscious. He wished to make amends, to apologize, but breakfast seemed hardly the right time to do such a thing.
Breakfast was made, lots of eggs, some ham and a bit of bacon, freshly pressed juice, a bit of milk and tea that had come from a bush the Owens had been curating for a long while now.
"I hear that the Kingdom has some coffee plants," Roy mentioned. "They expect a good harvest soon."
Everyone started talking shop about it.
This felt like home.
Negan had few homes, but he was being invited to one now.
"Kiddos, why don't you go upstairs and set that wooden brick city to rights?" Miller suggested it to the twins and his granddaughter.
Soon, the kids were gone and Negan noticed this was the moment he'd been dreading.
Tory seemed to be calm, looking into her cup without a care in the world.
"Boss," Chase Owens spoke first.
"Not your boss anymore," he said.
The blond man nodded and held his wife's hand lovingly.
"Not anymore, but you were once and I respect some of the things you did, Boss."
Miller chuckled.
"Let the boy call you boss, it's far better than what you will get. Than what Victoria and Ella will do too."
"Roy—"
"No, have you thought this through, Victoria?"
"I had seven years to think about it, I have quite a good grasp on it. I'm a luxury Alexandria cannot afford to lose."
"Tory, please," Vera said, her hand reaching for the other.
"I know people have long memories, but many of these people are not the ones who occupied Alexandria. We all used to know each other here, it was different before Rick, but we can't go back, we can only go on."
"Whose support do you even have, kid?" Roy insisted.
"Carl's."
Not even the very driven-by-logic Roy Miller could argue against that. The kid, now in his mid-twenties, would be an unbelievable asset to Tory's endgame.
"I hope you know what you're doing, Victoria."
"I do, Roy."
Vera approached him as they cleaned up the kitchen.
Victoria had been called for some urgent thing or other, Chase had taken Miller so he could retrieve his horse and go back to The Hilltop, and so, Negan and Vera had stayed with the kids.
"You want to say something," he encouraged, knowing that her eyes had been on him for a while now. "Spit it."
She giggled but then her face became hard.
"Don't hurt Tory, please."
Oh .
"It's not my intention to do that."
"Oh, I don't know. I'm just speaking of what I know. It took her years of self-work to pick up the pieces of her soul after everything that happened, Negan. She did it for Ellie, and isn't she worth it?"
He nodded, unable to speak.
"Well, that's what I ask. Tory wants this to work. Help her. Help yourself."
••• ••• •••
It was well into the afternoon by the time she was able to get out of the Ramos' home.
They had an ugly case of flu and Tory could understand the worry. It was hard to grow penicillin and not everyone agreed with it.
Patrols would have to take the house in consideration for the next few days, in case that the remedies and limited medicine didn't cover them and one of them died.
It was the reason why Tory was taking a shower in the garage of the house, instead of inside. No germs for her daughter or their new roommate.
Once she was done, she grabbed a towel and went inside.
Vera was sitting with Negan, apparently, they were working on some of the former's knitting.
"Great! Just in time, Tory. I got to go. Chase came by for our babies earlier, we were waiting for you. Ellie went for a nap, but she will be up at any moment now."
Tory smiled.
"Make sure to tell Chase that the Ramos' will need patrols. They got the flu."
Vera grimaced.
"Okay, I'll see myself out."
While her friend left, Tory tried not to feel self-conscious about wearing only a towel in front of Negan, even if she usually did this when treating illnesses.
"What can I get you?"
"Not really a lot, help me set dinner? I'll be back shortly and we will get a chance to speak to Ella."
“Got it.”
She was back not ten minutes later and found Ella glaring daggers at Negan from the kitchen island while he prepared tomato sauce. It was as if she’d gone years into the past at the scene. It almost tempted her to take a picture as he prattled on to her child, who was pouting and then:
“My mama makes the best sauce.”
Negan scoffed, the bastard.
“Who do you think she learned from?”
That made Ella hesitate.
“Her mama?”
He tutted and shook his head with a cheeky grin.
“This was my wife’s recipe,” he told Ella, his smile conspiratory, as if he were sharing a big secret with Ellie. In a way, he was, because Tory had been too much of a coward to tell her own child about the past. “Wanna taste?”
She watched as Negan gave Ella the wooden spoon to taste and then took it back while her little girl savored the sauce like some tiny connoisseur. Tory had to recognize that Negan was not a bad cook and she arrived in the kitchen as Ella went back to glaring at him.
“It’s good, but my mama’s is better.”
He frowned. “You’re one hard to please judge, kiddo.”
“I don’t want to say I told you so, but I did,” Tory chimed in, kissing her daughter’s temple and hugging her to reward her loyalty. “Are you ready for dinner, Peanut ?”
“Yes, mama. Who is the man?” her daughter just knew how to put things, didn’t she?
They exchanged a look.
“A friend, gorgeous . He’s going to be staying here a while.”
••• ••• •••
Adapting was not easy.
At first, Tory received some dirty looks, but she couldn’t care less. People did end up calling her over for one medical emergency or another.
Ella was treated the same, if only because she was a child, and for that, she could say both Negan and herself were grateful. They were taking things one step at a time, with Negan being more of a babysitter until Tory decided they could tell Ella a bit of the truth.
One great upside of having Negan in their home was the advent of the vegetable garden Tory had tried to start at least once a year since Ella had come into her life. Not even Vera’s green thumb had been able to spruce up a decent garden, but Negan had somehow -and she was not completely sure how - charmed the cursed soil of her backyard into yielding something.
It was radishes first.
Then green beans and spinach and carrots.
Winter came in with unbelievable speed, making everyone cold, sickly and irritable. Negan and Ella kept to the garden, which was taking a little bit more space every day. Tory was just happy that snow hadn’t come so far this winter. Vera and Chase were happy to let their boys play with her daughter, even if Negan was there.
"They follow him like he is a duck mama," Vera said one afternoon, as Ella and the twins followed behind Negan, each one carrying a tool or pot or watering can. "Three little ducklings."
Tory chuckled as she tossed some mushrooms on the blender and grabbed some oil.
"They are happy. They don't have to worry so much," she looked at her hands. "They will know better." Her friend's face turned serious, almost somber.
"They will know better."
••• ••• •••
Negan liked the peace.
He liked the calm and the feeling of being safe, despite some people spitting his way.
Tory had been a bit passive-aggressive about that and the incidents had been less aggravating since. Whatever her faults, he did not fault her for being vindictive, it was something he'd always liked about her, well before now.
He refused to define what they had as something other than friendship and a very good co-parenting relationship. Things between them were easy, there was a camaraderie that hadn't existed between them before.
And Ella.
Ella was the light of his days.
Wilful, funny, sharp as a whip, with a wicked sense of humor for a six-year-old and she was the sweetest child he'd ever met.
At least to him.
Negan couldn't stop himself from trying to be the cool parent. He was more like a cool uncle and he was really trying, promise! But Ella had a way to convince him to let her do stuff.
One more cookie.
One more story.
One more picture.
Five more minutes.
Tory wasn't thrilled all the time, but he was.
It took a while for them to finally agree that Ella should know who he was.
They made her favorite spaghetti -and Negan knew Tory hadn't forgiven him for making the sauce that Ella liked most in their last contest- and made a big jug of sweet tea with the honey Tory had traded for their surplus green beans. She also made honey cakes and a tiny chocolate cake that Tory had a hell of a time gathering the ingredients for.
“All of it looks amazing,” Negan commented, grabbing a glass to serve himself a bit of cool tea. “I never thought I’d feel proud of making some honest-to-God dinner rolls.”
Tory snickered. “No one ever knows where they are going to end.”
“I really want this to work,” he said.
They were silent for a few more minutes as they served the food. If they let Ella serve herself, there would be none for them.
Their daughter came in making the doors rattle, a habit they simply couldn’t instruct out of her.
“Mama! Negan! Aunt Vera has baby chicks!”
Tory smiled and picked their little girl up. "Does she now? Should I search you for forbidden poultry?"
Ella frowned. "What's pultry?"
Negan chuckled. "Poultry, Ellie. It means bird in pretentious californian."
"I've lived in Virginia much longer than I ever lived in California, can y'all stop with that," Tory laughed and kissed Ella's cheek.
"You made spaghetti, Mama?!" Their daughter exclaimed, wiggling out of her arms. "Did Negan make the sauce?" She asked with even more enthusiasm.
"I did," he confirmed smugly.
Tory muttered something very similar to asshole but he chuckled again as they sat down at the table.
Ella was singing to herself, a tune that sounded suspiciously like Eleanor Rigby . He needed to refine that taste of hers.
The food was gone soon, as were the honey cakes.
"Ella Henry, we need to speak to you about something very important," Tory started as she got the chocolate cake out, exchanging a look with him, who could only swallow nervously in return.
Their little girl frowned. "You never call me that, Mama," Ella said, her voice serious and worried.
"I call you your whole name when things are serious, Ella Henry," Tory said softly, serving them each a piece of cake.
"Okay, Mama."
"Remember how I told you you had a Dad?" Tory asked, wringing her hands in a nervous gesture he'd never seen. Ella nodded.
"You said he's the biggest jerk you've met, Mama."
He should have been offended, instead, he laughed. "Your Mama wasn't wrong."
Ella giggled and Tory smiled while tucking a stray lock of hair behind her tiny ear.
"Well, that jerk was away for a while and he became less of a jerk," Tory explained. "So I invited him to come home."
Oh, Ella's eyes shone. "Really, Mama?!"
"Yes."
"When is my Papa coming?!" She asked, standing up on her chair, jumping haphazardly, making him jump too, despite his frayed nerves.
"Calm down, kiddo, you're gonna break that pretty nogging," he chuckled.
“Negan, my dad is coming!”
Tory gave him an apologetic look, he wanted to tell her not to worry. “Ella Henry, your dad is here.”
Ella’s enthusiastic jumping stopped and the girl frowned, deeper than he’d ever seen her.
“You made him hide?” she asked.
“No, Peanut , Negan is your Dad.”
There, the cat was out of the bag. Ella looked at her mother and then at him, and then at her mother again.
“But he is old!”
A booming laugh escaped Negan at the sincere words, the laugh contained his nerves, his anger and his uncertainty too.
“I know, Peanut , but we don’t tell people they are old to their face,” Tory scolded with her own contagious smile.
“You tell Grandpa Roy he is old, all the time, Mama!” Ella complained.
“Yes, but he is my dad, I have the right,” Tory countered, then cursed as Ella’s eyes widened.
“Negan is my Dad, Ican call him old.”
Negan understood then why Tory cursed at her own words, yet he laughed again, happy that she had just taken the truth in stride.
“You like Negan as your dad, Ella?” Tory asked, once their laugh had slowed and calmed.
“Yes, Mama, he is the best,” their daughter squeezed his hand and Negan’s heart twisted. “But he is not the biggest jerk ever, Mama.”
“Not anymore, Peanut ,” Tory smiled and then her smile went to him. “He’s changed.”
Ella smiled, proud. “I have a Dad, Mama!”
“You do, Ella, and he loves you very much,” Tory said, stealing the words from his chest. Ella’s eyes –his own eyes – fell on him, doubtful, the eyes of a child unsure.
“Really?” she whispered.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hair as they rocked into the hug. “Of course, Ellie, you’re my best girl.”
Peace was something precious.
It was something to be protected and kept at all costs. It was the reason so many were gone. People like Elle and Rick and so many others had died for what they had now. For the unity and cooperation they now enjoyed.
Negan cherished every moment of it.
Ella and Tory were his family, and thanks to them, he was received in a bigger unit. Vera and Chase, their kids, even Miller kind of liked him.
But Ella and Tory were the light of his days. Every damn day.
His daughter’s love knew no bounds. Ella followed behind him like a puppy, asking so many questions. He never got tired of the questions, though. He answered all the ones he knew, but if he didn’t, he went around looking for an answer, and where he went, Ella followed.
It became a new normal in Alexandria, seeing Negan and Ella at his side, asking all the questions she could think of, or talking his ear off about what she wanted to be next, who she wanted to be.
“What were you, Papa? Before?”
He rarely spoke about before with anyone, Elle, Tory, Rick, they knew. Carl, of course.
“I was a teacher, a good damn one too,” he said.
“Damn is a bad word, papa.”
“So is jerk and that’s what your Mama calls me.”
“Mama can call anyone anything,” Ella defended.
“Is that something she told you?” he asked.
“Duh, of course, Papa.”
He laughed, of course Tory would give herself free reign to curse anything to the high heavens in front of their kid.
“I was a teacher, P.E., you know, sports,” he told Ella. “I helped kids.”
Ella smiled. “You were cool!”
“Those kiddos would disagree,” he countered in good humor.
“Jerks,” Ella muttered.
Negan chuckled and kissed his daughter’s cheek, while she shrieked that his beard tickled.
His life felt full.
Tory smiled as Negan came to sit at her side on the back porch steps.
“It’s fucking freezing, Tory,” he complained, holding onto a cup of milky tea.
“I know, I like that. We’ll have a white Christmas,” she said with a light smile.
“Do you believe in that?” he groused, not quite believing her.
“No, but Ella does, so I do too, at least until she grows out of it,” she thought of the cooling eggnog she’d left in their kitchen. “The rest I can cover with a bit of rum.”
Negan frowned. “I thought you were sober.”
“I am,” she confirmed. “I stopped the moment I knew about Ella, never quite had the urge to go back to it.”
They both looked at the snow, silent and pensive for a while.
“Tory, what I did to you at the Sanctuary—”
“It’s the past.”
“You said you loved me and I treated you like shit,” he continued, tormented by his actions, no doubt.
“You did and I do,” she replied silently. Yes, she got her rocks off with Rhodes and he was a very skilled, generous lover, but he was not Negan. No one had been Negan, Henry, Peyton, Spencer, Lucas… none were him. it wasn’t the intense love making either, even if she liked how Negan had been in bed. No, it was a deeper connection that she couldn’t explain.
Then again, there were so many things between them that couldn’t be explained.
“You do?” He cleared his throat. “Still.”
Tory nodded. “Yeah. Unfortunately for human kind, we don’t get to choose who we love.”
“That’s not true,” he said. “Love is a choice, every day is a choice, you choose to wake up and be the best you can so the other person stays.”
“I think this is the wisest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Tory whispered as snowflakes fell slowly in front of them. “Yet, I don’t think I agree.”
“Maybe it is a little bit of both, Gorgeous .”
“Maybe it is,” she leaned onto his shoulder. This was nice, being at his side, unimpeded, unburdened. Negan turned his head and kissed her forehead. She straightened a bit and brought his lips into a kiss. It was brief, it was sweet like the tea he was drinking, it didn’t taste of ashes and bitterness as it once had. “I think I’ll choose to believe. I’ll choose to love you every day.”
He sighed onto her lips. “I’ll choose that too, Victoria.”
#negan#negan angst#negan x ofc#negan soulmate#soulmate fic#the marks of running ink#my writing#angst
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I have headcanon that William and Charlie, during the years they were sealed in the restaurant, actually got to talk and come to an "understanding."
After dying from the Springlock, the ghosts continued to hang around just in case. After weeks of inactivity, they fell into a kind of hibernation. After all, William wasn't gone, so neither could they.
Charlie, who had not been a participant in the execution, approaches. William senses her immediately, but the suit is off, although he is aware of his surroundings, he cannot move. In fact, the first few times they meet, she just looks at him. It will be months before they exchange any word.
She asks him if he is suffering, and his answer is yes. She asks him why he hurt them, and he replies that he had a goal to achieve no matter what. She asks him why he chose her, and he replies that it was a coincidence; She or her brother, in order to harm Henry, anyone would do. "It wasn't personal, sweetie. You just had bad luck."
She gets angry, of course. It's a horrible apology, if you can even call it that. Then she asks if he at least achieved his goal, and he says no, not at all, not how he had planned.
She asks one last question: was it because of Evan? (I defend the WillCare theory and that the Bite of '83 was the first chronological event, despite evidence to the contrary). William doesn't respond.
Then Charlie felt sorry for him. Her still hated him, but I wasn't afraid of him anymore. He didn't deserve her fear.
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Tengo el headcanon de que William y Charlie, durante los años en que estuvieron sellados en el restaurante, de hecho llegaron a conversar y llegar a un "entendimiento".
Después de morir por el Springlock, los fantasmas siguieron rondando por si acaso. Después de semanas de inactividad, cayeron en una especie de hibernación. Después de todo, William no se había ido, así que ellos tampoco podrían.
Charlie, quien no había sido partícipe de la ejecución, se acerca. William la percibe inmediatamente, pero el traje está apagado, aunque es consciente de sus alrededores, no puede moverse.
En realidad, las primeras veces que se reúnen, ella sólo se limita a mirarlo. Pasarán meses antes de que intercambien alguna palabra.
Le pregunta si está sufriendo, y la respuesta de él es sí. Le pregunta por qué les hizo daño, y él responde que tenía una meta qué alcanzar sin importar qué. Le pregunta por qué la eligió, y él responde que fué una casualidad; ella o su hermano, con tal de dañar a Henry, cualquiera le servía. "No fué personal, linda. Sólo tuviste mala suerte".
Ella se enfurece, claro. Es una horrible disculpa, si es que siquiera se la puede llamar así. Entonces pregunta si al menos logró su objetivo, y él responde que no, no del todo, no cómo había planeado.
Ella hace una última pregunta: ¿fué por Evan? (Yo defiendo la teoría del WillCare y que la Mordida del 83 fué el primer evento cronológico, pese a las pruebas en contra). William no responde.
Entonces Charlie sintió lástima por él. Todavía lo odiaba, pero ya no le tenía miedo. Él no merecía su miedo.
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HOLIDAY FICS MASTERLIST 2022 (will be updated during December)
ONCE UPON A TIME:
All is Calm, All is Bright
Emma, Neal and Henry spend their second Christmas together. They still don't have much, but Neal has a surprise to make their Christmas a little brighter.
Conversation Starter
Margot brings Alice home to meet her family.
The sweater Alice wears is certainly a... statement.
The Snowman
Emma, Neal, and Henry decorate their home for the first time as a family.
Boyfriend's First Christmas
It's Robin and Roland's first Christmas ever, and Regina and Henry are trying to make it as special as possible. Robin, meanwhile, is questioning everything he can.
The Gingerbread Disaster
Rumplestiltskin and Belle are trying to enjoy a date, but with Neal babysitting Gideon, Rumple can't help but worry about what's waiting for them at home.
The Santa Dilemma
While planning the first annual Storybrooke holiday parade, Henry discovers not every fictional character came from the Enchanted Forest.
Silver and Gold
Henry brings Ella home to Storybrooke to celebrate the holidays, but Ella's not sure what to make of some of the music...
The Great Hot Chocolate Panic of 2014
A snowy night, holiday music playing, and decorations being hung up in the loft. It should be the perfect night for hot chocolate... until it isn't.
Miracle on Second Street
Emma Swan doesn't believe in Santa. Mary-Margaret and David Nolan don't believe they'll ever be parents. One bearded old man wants to prove all of them wrong.
Home for Christmas
After managing to defeat Gothel and Lady Tremaine before Drizella can cast her curse, Henry brings his family home to Storybrooke for Christmas.
Roland's Christmas Adventure
It's Roland's first Christmas in Storybrooke, and he wants to help the town get into the Christmas spirit.
YU-GI-OH! (Duel Monsters)
Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!
When a freak blizzard hits Domino in the middle of the night, Ryou plans to decorate his apartment for the holidays. When Marik Ishtar unexpectedly turns up at his door, those plans go right out the window.
He doesn't mind.
Deck the Halls
With Seto out of town, Mokuba and Noah know this is the only time they have to do the craziest thing they've ever done: Decorate the manor for Christmas, with the help of Seto's girlfriend, Reika.
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La Primera Clase Prostitute
Scene: 1
He was the most handsome man I ever met. He was with a umbrella hombre ella is the code. He is like like a fish with butter and lemon. And his sarap y taste. Very Very tempting with british accent. A sophisticated man for a change. No I meet a lot of sophisticated men all my professor. He is like a glimpse of what might happen if only I take chances. Before the meeting I went to the powder room and pretty myself. I will meet sir Henry your professor. I told elaine but before that thing happen I am chin chin an actress. So talino St. Scholastican Maria Clara ha-ha-ha naloka tuloy sya. Its almost night time on the way home. Home is where your heart is and its about to be taken to my family. I graduate Masteral so we had a party with friends. I was happy and I cant believe my dream every walk is a way to get to there. I chose to be a nun so I can help poverty we are trying to fight it even in our family. Heaven gives chances. This is the second scene.
Dialogue
Elaine: Margaritte please help me with this subject. Its sociology interaction to other classmate
Margaritte: Yes I would do your assignment.
Narrator: I would try to do this assignment is a good subject and I learn a lot from it.
Scene 2
My bestfriend since Highschool asked me to be with her and try to groom ok. This is our first meeting I don’t know what is with the umbrella I decode it in scene 1. Doctorate in Spanish too who perfected her worksheet. So what stop you for going to him my ambition so he code me ambisyosa. Hoy sir priest ang hirap sa atin mga filipino wala tayong ambisyon kaya tao iniiwan ng dayukyok na aeta para para social at rich sila at yung ipapanganak nila eh totoo ba.
Narrator: She told herself being a handsome is a temptation to their student then how do we interact to men if there is no men there its sociology hmmm we did not talk to each other but how do we learn the language of men and its action. He is so white and his face is like heaven. She tried to imagine this feeling like a feather pillow. And the dimension changes. I heard my classmate being so tense. The intuition of the mother superior or hunches are maybe right.
Scene 4
Narrator
My friends are like a younger sister. Always happy to see me and I go shower and slumber party with her but not without group study or my father will kill me. I know him so well. For payment because I am a professional, she treated me with my favorite food with protein diet because I am so thin. I love eating so much aside from its being delicious that we had a beautiful restauranter. Its sumptuous and very very delicious a foreigner maybe like me. My friend course is HRM but in short course so we try to be there often. At talagang Espanyol to I eat with gusto pero sosyal. We met osang she a friend of us and she knew I would like to give money so she gave her kaya share kami dun. Kitam mabait talaga ko ayaw nyo maniwala. My friend makes me laugh often in the convent she makes me laugh and we seated in a chair in pergola near the church. I know what her test why she keep on praying.
Dialogue: Halika na magchapel na tayo.
Narrate:
And we prayed together to keep too our friendship. So we prayed our need and we kneel in the chapel.
I don’t know what I prayed to God maybe blessings.
Scene 5
I got my ambition when? after community in PVI. No Highschool third year CEO of McDonalds. I pass the interview which is my resume. Working student in Easycall I set up the call center. Where we transmit message. First Christmas that I was not with them I look at the table all full of foods and I almost I need to be strong so I should not be crying. Christmas is not Christmas without my family. So miss it. Did not eat. There is this long queue and I tried to beat the clock and all the managers to cheer me. I am doing good with job exemplary par excellence. All the money goes to my family so I was saving up for heaven. My family is my heaven. You know heaven comfort and love with mixture of color that is very Daddy. I am always proud of him with pride and honor I told him. I became a banker when I was in elementary in Bangko Filipino where the China Bank is now. So I need to study in Business School Harvard Scene 3 not 4
I became the Chief Executive Officer of Bengued Mining my practicum in Makati. So this is Makati I told myself they said this is the riches city. People are working and they are not eating food. I was in the pool of secretary at that time. I paid them my lunch and my father went to Palawan to pay mining and the company of PAL.
Scene 5
My friend elaine always makes me to go to God she would usher me to the church and pray for dreams and penance for our sin. Then we go in another scene in altar the prayer room.
Dialogue
Elaine inaantok na ako dito sa kandilang to and she prayed for his future husband while convent school. They went to student lounge. Its smells feet and try to rest.
Dialogue
The nun says parang pagud na pagod pati sa library natutulog kasi masteral nya pagiging librarian kasi natulog sya therefore I cannot sleep there but there are pillow.
Dialogue
The Librarian said parating Parating gutom code nila to sa fraternity brotherhood to.
This is my favorite food white spaghetti and corn dog jumbo hotdog kaya mo bato kaya bato. Creature of habits will eventually die maybe not routine is when they will try to kill you. Masteral nga.
Scene 6
I took up Rizal in UP and Ateneo. Doctorate of Filipino language at the young age of 11. After the module I saw my professor briefing us on how to flunk the subject. First second third late you will have an F. Second late the traffic is causing my heartbeat so loud I about to had a heart attack. Maybe this is a hint from the cosmic universe that I will fall in love with Filipino. So when I enter the premises my exhaustion is causing me to fall. So I ran so fast when I saw the professor so I wont fail Rizal. I was looking for subject I was in line going to the registry. Anthropology the study of race. When I first met anthropology in the classroom of God, the male specie is nice to look at. There anatomy is well proportioned the height is tall and I forgot because of his handsomeness everything that I learned. Maybe A love spell cast on us which race believe in sorcery and witches and magician. I tried to have a remedial studying in Australia for the 4 kind of races. Jose Rizal we are spying men on who will be reincarnated as Jose Rizal. Opps I just came from the book of Noli Me Tangere when the souls played your playwright. Is it reincarnation? Dejavu or the belief like synchronicity, serendipity and the likes.
Scene 7
She was holding the paper and she get humanities as a subject. Well humanity is about saving lives and not doing things that will hurt human. Why do we go on war? So many will not be enslave.
Dialogue
Margaritte: Syempre elaine para di ma slave
Elaine: Bahala ka nilalabanan mo na naman ang lipunan eto eh kung ikaw naging slave hindi kaba nalulungkot eto kasi makatao nga ako. At saka yun nga yung subject. And to learn that they can stop perversion by the use of ART.
Narrate
I studied Van Gogh the painter who has a problem with his ear,matisse,gaugin,Michael Angelo which is last supper,studied mona liza and her nerve problem in the convent. For humanitarian reason they said why we save criminal so they tried so what is the logic prolonging the agony. Impressionalism, Renaissance,Cubism,Baroque, Modern Art, Abstract Art and Pop Art like Warhol.
Logic and Philosophy 8
Doctorate in Law and Philosophy
There are question before you reach your dream how can you help humanity. If I study and philosophize what there culture belief and the things that makes them alive.
Scene 9
Women Studies, Computer Lecture, Computer Lab, Chemistry Lecture and Lab
So we study about woman today. Do you know yourself that well as you bathe and touches your breast your navel your pussy to get sanitize. What do you think is your threat. Kidnapping with ransome,rape ,humantrafficking,bioterrorism. Where did you learn it the Scholastican Newspaper and what are you lobbying Anti-Terrorism. Does the means justify the end depending on how you use the money. In the Computer laboratory. We discover Einstein because she chat the Ms. She told her in the coded message radiation with Heat will kill us. Heat wave and radiation that is why we are droopy eyed. Pleas save us we are sporadic we can breathe what should be your answer changing temperature the aircon should be increase.
Dialogue: Bruha you would learn to behave.
Scene 10
She was in the canteen or cafeteria her schoolmate told
Dialogue in the ESP
Pagikaw nakidnapped bahala that is the first transmission. How to stop radiation eat a lot protein food.
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Hello there, I see you're back on blue-line drabbles! I love them, I am obsessed with this universe. I don't know if I ever came back to say hi after I read all your big fics, but somehow I liked each even better than the last! I don't know how that's possible! But anyway, I think one of the best signs of a good writer/good story is when you're not ready to leave the world once you've finished, and Blue Line is one of the few fanfics I've read where even well after I've finished it, (cont)
(cont) I want to keep living in it and I end up writing my own fic of it in my head (strange, I know). Anyway, for whatever reason, I got really invested in Roland and Lizzie's relationship. Like, how did they end up dating after knowing each other for literally Lizzie's entire life? How did the adults react? Do you have any Lizzie/Roland stories up your sleeve? They would not go unread :)
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Hello, yes, listen, this ask has lived rent free™ in my head since I first got it and I cannot properly convey how absolutely, goddamn wonderful it is. I am a broken record of outdated references , but it continues and will always amaze me that people are not only interested in Blue Line (more than three years!!! after I originally started posting) but are also interested in other characters in the story who are, for all intents and purposes, original characters at this point. Like the overall size my heart becomes when reading something like that could potentially cause a serious medical condition.
But, like, in a nice way.
So thank you, thank you, thank you. It genuinely warms the cockles of my entire soul. And, like, if you wanna share those fic ideas of the fic, you’ll never hear me say no. Just like I will never turn down the opportunity to write more stuff. Which is what’s under the cut. This stuff includes:
Roland and Lizzie’s first kiss, what I hope is some legitimate banter, more kissing, obvious flirting, and Roland being something of a sap.
Also, uh, it’s entirely possible that I have also already written: Roland and Lizzie’s first “I love you,” their wedding and some other stuff where their kid is involved. Seriously, guys, I am always down to write other relationships in this ‘verse.
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It was, she figured, something almost passably close to, sort of resembling, definitely inching somewhere nearer to—
Assured.
Unavoidable.
Inexorable
Inevitable.
That was a bad word. That last word. The third one was pretty impressive, honestly. Vocabulary, wise. She’d have to remember that one later. The last one, though. Made teeth Lizzie wasn’t even aware she possessed ache as she ground them together, a pronounced tension in her jaw that was likely affecting her shoulders as well. That word. An awful word. Boasted less-than-positive connotations, letters practically dripping with lack of self-control and overtly aggressive infatuation, but if the world expected her not to be a little in love with Roland Locksley by the time she turned fourteen and noticed that slight indentation in his right cheek every time he smiled, well, then the world had another thing coming.
Dimple, that was the appropriate description. Another word. More words. Too many words. All of them bouncing off the slope of her skull and scratching at the back of her brain, nearly distracting her from what should have been the very pleasant buzz lingering beneath whatever biological thing made up her top and bottom lips.
Which were parted in an emotion very similar to overwhelming surprise.
That was stupid.
The whole thing was stupid. God, maybe she was stupid. No, that wasn’t true. She’d made Dean’s List last semester. Stupid was—
A stupid word, really. Despite the blush rising in her cheeks and the wide eyes practically boring into her soul, bated breath that didn’t make any noise because that was what bated entailed, and no one else glanced in their direction. Not once. No one else noticed.
That the whole world had flipped upside down.
Or right-side-up, maybe. Depending on how the next five minutes or so went.
Because the last two minutes and twelve seconds, give or take, had seen Roland Locksley tilt his head and let his eyes flutter closed before his mouth found hers for the very first time — at midnight for God’s sake. On New Year’s Eve. Or New Year’s Day, she supposed. His parents were standing on the other side of the room.
Suggesting that Lizzie had ever been just a little in love with Roland was a rather monumental lie.
As far as those things went.
“So, uh—” she started, only to find blood in her mouth. From her teeth. Wayward and unpredictable, as they were. Biting down on the side of her tongue and Lizzie hated going to the dentist. Doing irreparable damage to her teeth on what was now legitimately New Year’s Day, in the middle of an annual party, was not on her schedule.
Metaphorical as it might have been.
She liked schedules. Had plans. Focus, even. People always said that about her — how focused she was, liked to throw around the word drive with startling regularity, as if they were amazed she wasn’t simply willing to rest on her laurels or the pair of last names she proudly toted around with her. As if Lizzie expected doors to swing open on a glance.
Rather than consistently preparing herself to knock them down.
She liked the challenge of it all. Appreciated the way disbelief always spiked something in her blood, and that was likely equal parts genetic predisposition and a product of her childhood, but right now, Lizzie was simply prepared to fight for the schedule she’d never allowed herself to mention to anyone else before and it wasn’t like they weren’t friends.
Talked outside the group chat, even.
That meant something. Definitely meant something. Had to mean something. Her lips felt like they’d been doused in liquid nitrogen.
She didn’t know all the scientific properties of liquid nitrogen, but it always made that rather impressive cloud of steam-type stuff on cooking shows. So, it seemed very likely that it did something similar to cause whatever was happening in the region directly surrounding her mouth. Buzzing and tingling, and whatnot.
When had Roland last blinked? Lizzie couldn’t remember. That would have been impressive in any other situation. Right now, it was sort, kind of, totally—
Pissing her off.
Color dotted his cheeks, no sign of the goddamn dimple because he wasn’t smiling, presumably couldn’t do that when it was clear he was so intent on pulling his lips into his mouth, and that felt a little insulting. Her tongue had just been in that mouth.
Lizzie was fairly confident in the abilities of her tongue, so she wasn’t all that pleased to be replaced by a pair of lips that could have been doing much better work against the side of her neck.
“If you sit here right now and tell me that you are,” Lizzie lifted a finger, “one, sorry,” another finger, “two, anything even remotely resembling regretful,” another finger, wiggling close enough to Roland’s nose to make him just a bit cross-eyed, “or, three, too old for me, I will throw my heel at that bruise I know exists on the back of your left calf.”
His lips twitched.
He really had impossible eyelashes. Seemingly made so he could glance up from underneath them, to meet Lizzie’s steely expression with what she refused to believe could be cautious hope. Passable optimism, maybe. She’d have to look up what liquid nitrogen did, later.
“I’m standing.”
“I hate you.”
“You wanna go in order, or how do you want to work this?”
“Where else are you bruised?”
Roland laughed softly, a shift of his shoulders and tiny burst of air between barely parted lips. Feeling that tiny burst meant they were standing very close to each other. How they were standing remained another mystery.
One of those great ones, Lizzie figured. The kind referenced when people talked about the sweeping potential of life and love and—
Ah, fuck.
“Please don’t threaten to attack me anywhere else,” he muttered, before quickly adding, “you gotta know this was not my end game, Liza.”
Narrowing her eyes did nothing to temper the…tempest. Swirling in her gut. Threatening the back of her throat. Eating away at vocal cords and vocal boxes and the structural integrity of her entire goddamn larynx. Possibly her tongue, too, just to be especially efficient.
“Really? Might’a been mine, actually.”
She’d always liked his eyes.
How they could widen, and it wasn’t like...a normal brown. Nothing about the way he looked was ever dull. Drifted toward regularly excited, and the sparkles were probably a figment of her over-active teenage imagination, but Lizzie liked to think sometimes the sparkle came from her. Because of her, even. When she’d call because he always wanted to hear about her latest lecture and he’d call because sometimes Western swings were exhausting and loneliness-inducing and—
She knew.
He knew.
They knew each other.
Grand scheme, the sparkle-prone eyes still weren’t particularly close to the dimple. On the list of things Lizzie liked. What left butterflies fluttering in her stomach and her heart hammering against her chest. Sparkle was probably a solid fourth. Behind the precise way his curls fell toward his eyebrows when he didn’t have time to get his hair cut. Which rarely happened during the season. Right now, it was happening right now. Well-defined strands that Lizzie knew felt even smoother than she’d ever theorized between her fingers, and she wasn’t sure what she was going to do with that information.
Obsess over it, probably.
For at least the next week, or so.
Still. Eyes. Eyelashes. Too long and too bright, and that was the wrong description order and she was starting to teeter. On the edge of a rather dramatic free-fall. Into feelings and possibility, and this was way too dramatic.
For both of them.
“Don’t do that,” she mumbled, a scrunch of her nose that apparently demanded his thumb. Brushing against the bridge, and there wasn’t any caution there. No obvious fear or concern. For the way it left Lizzie’s lungs pinched, and there must have been a limit.
To everything her internal organs could cope with in a limited span of time.
“What was the last one on the list?”
She swallowed. “Too old.”
“Yuh-huh.”
“Pretty flimsy as far as excuses go. You realize I’m not asking you to marry me right now, right?”
He choked. On what, she wasn’t entirely sure. Only that it made her stomach heave and her teeth dig into her lower lip, and that was—
“Because I know I said, end game,” Lizzie continued, giving in to the need to fill empty space with the sound of her own voice, “but that sounds like several pop culture references all at once, and you know how much I—”
“Hate to come across as disingenuous.”
“Mattie’s the pop culture reference machine, anyway.”
“Please don’t talk about Matt when I keep thinking about how much I want to kiss you again.”
Her eyes, that time. Widened. Bugged. Did something unnatural. “Yeah?”
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“You’re not an old man.”
Rolling his eyes, Roland’s tongue dragged across the front of his teeth. To torture her, apparently. “I was in college when you were a freshman in high school.”
“Yuh-huh.”
“Liza.”
“Nah, nah,” Lizzie shook her head. Crossed her arms. Tried to stand up to her full height, but even the heels didn’t do much to add to the overall intimidation factor. Roland was doing an awful job of fighting off his smile. “Pulling out ancient nicknames is not—”
“—It’s not a nickname; it’s literally letters in your name.”
“Nick,” she leaned forward, “name. All personal-like.”
Making mistakes was not something she enjoyed very much. It was that Jones competitive streak. Plus, the Vankald stubborn streak. Created a monster of determination, who knew what she wanted, and feeling Roland’s fingers graze her cheek as a strand of hair hung limply in the minimal space between them was the result of Lizzie’s mistaken movement.
Even as much as she might have wanted it.
Goosebumps prickled her arms. Stole whatever oxygen she’d managed to get in the last forty-six seconds, or so. Her eyes fluttered. Head tilted. Towards the touch and the warmth, and for someone who spent so much time on the ice, he really was impossibly warm.
“This is your fault.”
He didn’t move his fingers. Cupped her cheek, instead. “You were doing that eyebrow thing.”
“Expand on that for me.”
“Lifting ‘em. Happens sometimes. When you’re listening intently. Like you’re a little amazed by new information. They’re these stupid little arches on your face. Drives me nuts.”
“The compliment was in there somewhere, I’m sure of it.”
“I am so much older than you, Liza.”
“Shouldn’t’a played out a bunch of teenage daydreams at once, then.” She was legitimately worried about the state of his tongue. Barely biting back her laugh, Lizzie let her eyes lift. To find Roland gaping at her, drooped shoulders and puppy-dog eyes. And that goddamn dimple. “C’mon, this isn’t...do you think I haven’t made out with people before?”
“Wouldn’t classify what we just did as a makeout.”
“No?”
His eyes darkened. Shivering was probably not a good move, right? Right. Definitely. She wasn’t shivering. It was just...January. And inside. With dozens of people around them. “I would not, no,” Roland said, and the drop in overall volume was some sort of trick. Or, something.
“How many people do you think you’ve made out with? Ballpark it for me.”
“No.”
“Is the issue a lack of appropriate numbers to tally that mark, or—”
She bit her tongue, again. At the flash of amused frustration sweeping his face and polluting the molecules of whatever air was hovering between them. Permeating was a better word. Lizzie really needed to work on all of that. Words. Being slightly less jealous of potential make outs that didn’t have anything to do with her and definitely happened because there had to be other people out there in the world who simply could not cope with the existence of that dimple.
“How many people have you made out with, then?”
“Scores,” Lizzie snarled, only to get immediately scoffed at. “I’m really, incredibly popular.”
“Oh, I’ve got no doubt.”
“Boatloads of guys. Lining up to,” she pointed an imperious finger at her mouth, “make out with this.”
“Your well-defined chin?”
“I’m going to take my shoe off.”
“Draw attention with a move like that.”
Whatever fight she had didn’t immediately die. It just, sort of, fell. At her feet, threatening all the bones there and there were too many. All of them far too fragile. For whatever metaphor she was running with at the moment. “And we’re not trying to do that, huh? Draw attention.”
“Shouldn’t you be out sowing wild oats?”
“Really know how to charm a girl,” she grumbled, and that got her a smile. No scoff. Not even the hint of a smile. The whiplash was hurting her neck. “Trust me, the oats have appropriately sowed. If I was ever particularly inclined to farm work.”
“I’m starting to be vaguely embarrassed by all of this.”
“Good.” Wasn’t quite a scoff. Was more like a half-hearted laugh, and a tinge of desire and that was better than the other emotions, but the decreasing level of Roland’s eyebrows gave her pause. “What about the status of your oats?”
“Well sowed, rookie season,” Roland said.
“You’re going to change the name on your jersey.”
“Not sure that particular fact has a lot to do with anything else. Seven years, Liza.”
“I’m perfectly capable of doing math, you know I took that stats class once.”
“Because I double checked everything you turned in.”
“Makes you slightly less of an idiot than the vibe you're giving off right now.”
“A freeway or compliments.”
Pulling in a deep inhale through her nose, Lizzie didn’t miss the way Roland’s gaze fell. To the neckline of her dress, lingering on the jut of her collarbones for a few seconds longer than a strictly platonic friendship should allow, and they were friends. Still. She knew that as well as she knew that he believed she thought he was simply being clever with nicknames.
And not making vaguely incorrect My Fair Lady references.
Because he’d always been a little annoyed that Eliza had gone back to Henry Higgins. Instead of Freddie.
It was really impossible not to be a little in love with him at all times.
“You’re really going to hyphenate?”
Roland nodded. “Think of all the new jerseys they’ll sell.”
“By the box-load, and Gina’s gonna buy the entire stock. She’s—that’s really nice, you know.”
“Just a fact. Little late, but—” He shrugged. Lizzie’s smile threatened to split her face. In that same nice way, she’d been talking about. Her lips were still buzzing. She might have been buzzing. With adrenaline. Happiness. The near-desperate desire to find some type of closet and get her fingers back in Roland’s questionably long hair.
“Of naming conventions.”
She couldn’t begin to guess what the record was for shoulder shifts in an emotionally charged conversation between two people who were simultaneously ignoring the point of the conversation, but Lizzie also knew her eyebrows had been halfway up her face as he’d detailed the reasons for making his jersey say Mills-Locksley. From here on out.
Maybe that was the top of the list, actually.
He was a good guy.
Had always been a good guy. The best guy, really.
Falling into that chasm wasn’t nearly as terrifying as Lizzie expected it to be.
“Why’d you do it?”
Roland’s lips disappeared. His tongue moved, again. She was staring at the area around his tongue. So, like, his mouth. Directly at his mouth. “Because, I uh—have wanted to?”
“Oh, don’t phrase that like a question.”
“Wanted to,” he repeated, a statement of fact with a certain amount of conviction. Enough to make Lizzie’s pulse sputter. “Which is kind of freaking me out.”
“Come back with more compliments.”
“Your dress nearly made me fall over.”
“Better, actually,” she laughed.
He ran his fingers through his hair. “Made sense at the time.”
“Be more specific.”
“Kissing you,” Roland said, enough emphasis that he leaned forward half an inch as well. It was a miracle their noses didn’t collide. Not the most impressive miracle, but—counted. “If I tell you that you might be my best friend does that make the lamest professional hockey player alive?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
“Matt might challenge you to a duel if he hears me talking like this, you know.”
“God, Locksley, didn’t we just talk about the Mattie rules? Also, that made it sound like Mattie wants to kiss you too, so...”
He chuckled. Fingers still tugging on the back of his hair, like he was trying to ground himself in the pull and the self-inflicted tension, Roland looked up. Back at her. And Lizzie didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Held her position and prepared herself to defend the schedule she’d only ever allowed herself to hope for in the silence of that one corner in her brain.
Filled, as it was, with memories. Of conversations that didn’t have anything to do with hockey. Others that did. Arguing over blue line placement in the brownstone and college rankings. Of movies watched on two different laptops in different corners of the country, bad jokes, and consistent updates, that deep-rooted understanding that came from a life full of expectations and the exact opposite. No overt pressure, but the need to prove yourself anyway, if only because of the name on the back of the jersey, and Lizzie was going to have to buy a new jersey.
“You like me? Yes, or no?”
Roland smiled. Wide and honest, the kind that ensured the dimple was on prominent display. “Yes.”
“I am a grown adult? Yes, or no?”
Crinkles appeared around his eyes. From the smile.
“Yes.”
“Meaning I get to make my own choices. Romantically, or otherwise. Yes, or no?”
“Obviously.”
“Wasn’t one of the options.”
“Yes,” Roland corrected, fingers trailing over the bend of her elbow. Lizzie hadn’t uncrossed her arms. Or remembered when she’d crossed them in the first place.
“Ok, good. Same page, then.”
“Liza.”
“Locksley.”
Lifting her eyebrows wasn’t a challenge, per se. Was closer to instinct, really. Specifics didn’t matter, honestly. She did that thing with her eyebrows, and he did that thing with his mouth, the same one she was staring at and hoping would move closer to her, and then—
Well, it did.
Hands found Lizzie’s hips, pulling her forward sharply enough that she let out a soft grunt. From the feel of hips bumping against hers, and she honestly wasn’t sure who hissed in their next inhale, only that it did something to the flutter-like state of her pulse and the erratic nature of her heart, and it was slow and fast and good and great and not a single person noticed.
Miracles were arriving en masse, apparently.
Pushing her fingers into Roland’s hair got Lizzie another hum of approval, the first brush of his tongue making her lips part and her head fall to the side, but then his hand was wrapped around the back of her neck, and she could not be expected to pay attention to anything except the semi-consistent swipe of his thumb against her skin. It left more goosebumps. Caused another chuckle, the kind that rumbled through her and resonated around her, a tiny bubble of that same cautious optimism from before.
Like a spark.
Fanning flames and threatening to burn everything because if this didn’t work, then Lizzie wasn’t sure what would, and that was scary and overwhelming and terrifying was a synonym, but she really was working with very limited word-based resources when Roland’s thumb kept moving. Tracing her. Committing the feel to memory, and she wasn’t sure when they’d established the rocking pattern they were moving in, but something deep in the center of her trusted it.
Someone who regularly strapped knives to his feet and raced around at top speed knew how to stay balanced. And she was a stubborn idiot. Who got what she wanted.
“Is part of liking me because I told you I didn’t think it was embarrassing that you still got a little emotional about Miracle on 34th Street?”
Laughter pushed past her lips. Took root in the pit of her stomach and the spaces between her ribs. Laced through her heart. In the kind of way that cemented itself. Right in the middle of Lizzie. Right in the middle of this. Them.
There was a them, now.
“Was definitely a factor, yeah,” Roland said, not bothering to pull away. “You, uh—you snuck up on me a little, Liza.”
“Peak romance.”
“Want me to talk about your dress some more?”
She shook her head. “Unnecessary. And you didn’t.”
“That might be part of the problem.”
“Nursing old crushes, you mean?” Her hair hit her cheek. And his hand. He couldn’t seem to let go of her. “Nah, this wasn’t like...there was no torch, not really. I—I wasn’t hanging posters of you on my wall if that’s the picture you’ve painted for yourself.”
“Kinda disappointing, admittedly.”
“Pick a lane, babe.”
No sparkle, that time. Just flash and want and the very thin line Lizzie’s lips had become. “Be more specific,” Roland repeated softly.
“You’re not standing on a pedestal. Just you, Rol, as is.”
He waited. That was fair. There should have been more. Should have been a detailed list of all the reasons the grown-up version of her liked so many parts of the grown-up version of him, but that all felt a little extraneous when she was still thinking about closet-type possibilities and that stubborn streak was a mile wide, anyway.
Roland nodded once. “Good.”
Both of them jumped. At the pop of another champagne bottle and Lizzie never understood how Regina managed to order so much champagne every year, but she felt a bit like she was floating on the bubbles, and they didn’t decide. Explicitly. To keep the whole thing—
Secret.
Another bad word. With bad connotations and shadows that clung to the definition, but this was them and only them and, for right now, that was enough. And if no one noticed the way Roland’s hand drifted over the small of Lizzie’s back during David’s speech, then that was a miracle she was willing to accept.
#blue line rambles#blue line one shots#these really are just original characters at this point#i have also written:#matt and claire meeting for the first time#henry and ella meeting for the first time#stuff about peggy and jeremy humbert#and i've got a whole list of will x belle stuff#in case it wasn't ovbious people still aren't responding to my emails#oh! also roland and lizzie's engagement#i wrote that too#also if you are so inclined: wilder days by morgan wade played like four times while i wrote this#mylifeisalifestyle#laura rambles
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