#his mother was adopted into his father's family because there hadn't been any daughters in over two hundred years
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!! (a surprise for you :))
A surprise indeed, haha. As usual, this was how I discovered I had posted something. This was uhh. Not my most prepared night for it.
Hmm... I guess this will just be random rambling, and I don't have any nice, new art for this, so it's going to all be old art that's mostly not colored (lot of it is years old and I hadn't uhhh figured out the color thing). Anyway, Caina Lilindel, the ghost who haunts this blog and I am geased to have as my pfp forever.
First the meta notes: Caina was a grugach (mechanically wood elf- the UA for grugach hadn't been released yet) rogue inquisitive I played in a Curse of Strahd game that ran from 2017 to 2020. He was loosely based on a side character from an abandoned project I worked on periodically during my first year of university (which was then loosely inspired by something in VtM, but that's not important), and I made him as a quick, edgy character who I wouldn't mind dying because the DM was very adamant that the first area was a meat grinder and we might TPK. He survived though, and I was left to play my joke concept straight. And then I got really into that. Really, really into that.
Caina was a secretive exile who had been wandering the world alone for almost three decades at the start of the game. He was sharp-tongued and abrasive, never willing to help anyone for free. He hated risk but easily plunged into recklessness at the behest of emotions he made only the barest efforts to keep in check. He was always pushing away those who might befriend him, and every time someone responded to his vulnerability with kindness he recoiled as if they could burn him- or as if he would burn them. He hated being touched but yearned for intimacy. He killed without a second thought but argued passionately against dealing out further death. He was an absolutely wretched liar on the occasion he tried, and in moments of peace he was an excellent cook and unfailingly kind to children. His primary hobbies were card games and reading unimaginably trashy novels- he was the only member of the party who recognized van Richten, and that was because he was a longtime fan of a horribly prolific series of pulp thrillers based on van Richten's adventures. He had a way of following those he respected or cared about as if starstruck- he never knew what to do with his feelings. And despite his own tendency to break his word or bail on things he could never recover from anything he felt was betrayal. I always loved the combination of vulnerability and prickliness.
(backstory summary that got ahead of me ahead. and this. isn't even everything.)
Caina was born in a small semi-nomadic community in a hilly land and lived his early life without ever straying from his home. Life moved slowly and quietly there, the circular turning of seasons the only visible mark of the gentle passage of time in a community of near immortals. He was one of very few children and the spacing between the youths of the community was easily such that a child could be the only in their age group all their young life until reaching the more even ground of adulthood. But Caina was fortunate. There was another child his age in his home: a boy born the very same year as him, timing so close that the two were often called twins. That boy was Avél, Caina's best friend, constant companion, and the first person to lose his life at Caina's hands.
Caina was a quiet, diligent child who always went along with everything his more outgoing friend wanted to do. From a young age they shared the same dreams of adventure and tale-worthy glory far from home- although Caina would never be able to say if heroic legends had always set his heart racing or if this dream too was simply following Avél. He was known as a sweet child, one constantly fretted over and sheltered by his mother, who feared for a son who had been born sickly, and his grandmother (the family matriarch), who was intent on raising an eldest son who would be useful to his family. He would have duties when he aged, his grandmother knew: to his parents, to his grandparents, to his cousins, and if the Most Revered was good, to a sister who could pass down the name of the family to another generation. It wasn't for eldest sons or only sons to stuff their heads full of fairy tales and stray.
In contrast to quiet Caina, Avél was a troublemaker and a free spirit. He was never one to be confined by a rule if he could challenge it, and as a second son with no sister who would one day rely on him to keep the house for her, Avél's life had a certain openness to it. His tricks and disappearances were met with gentle scolding but never with restriction. He could imagine any future ahead of him, could dream of danger and distant lands, of anything in the world he desired. Anything he wished for might be his. And what he wished for was to be taken under the wing of the gruff old huntress Siyir. Siyir had been further afield than any of the others who wore the title of ranger. She had gone well beyond simply charting the movements of the community or passing messages between the pockets of the grugach people or brokering trade deals. Siyir had slain a griffin. She had descended into human lands, had seen mountains that spat fire and waters that spanned the horizon. She was Avél's vision: a legend who had stepped through campfire flames to stand in the mundane material world. And of course, this meant that Caina worshiped her too.
So the stage of life was set. Two boys, near opposites in every way, but each the other's closest confidante and the mirror of his own experiences- or perhaps less a mirror than a shadow and the bright thing that cast it. Avél pulled Caina out of his shell and into new experiences. He supplied dreams enough for two and invented adventures to match. There was an awe that Avél inspired in Caina. He wanted to nurture passion that could match his friend's to more truly inhabit their shared dreams. He wanted skills to match Avél's natural athleticism and way with words. It gave him a hunger to keep up, to learn, to know, to show that he too was equal. But nothing he did ever seemed to bring the two of them even. His boldness crumpled under caution, his hesitance and appeals to the wisdom of elders earning him affectionate teasing as a stick in the mud. He could never run as fast or far as Avél or climb as high or win tussles between them without tricks that brought out whines of "no fair! do it right!" The skills Caina learned alone bored Avél. Cooking was dull and far beneath a legend, Avél insisted. Wayfinding was useful but too much work- Caina was the smart one, so he could take care of it, couldn't he? And the runes of a seldom used writing system (taught to Caina by the community's shaman) were entertaining only for an afternoon or two- he laughed when Caina asked later if he'd been practicing them, and Caina's ears burned with shame for finding them so fascinating in the first place.
With age came a sharper sense of the distance between them. Avél was the golden child of the community, Caina his keeper. When Avél broke his arm falling out of a tree on a forbidden excursion it was worth a day's scolding that quickly melted into doting and repetition of the grand tale of his adventure for months, while Caina was reprimanded for allowing Avél to hurt himself and then quickly forgotten as more than a timid accessory to Avél. Siyir took interest in Avél, but Caina quickly realized had little in him: she hardly acknowledged Caina when she spoke to the two of them together, and she had a way of only offering things when Caina wasn't around. And Avél, for his part, hardly seemed to protest surprise hunting trips at dawn or archery advice when Caina was unavailable. He always shared what he learned afterwards, but no matter how many times Caina asked for Avél to bring him along the next time there was always an excuse when that next time came around. Suspicion set in that his friend was hoarding time with the huntress to himself. And when the changes of puberty began Avél grew taller and filled out better. His features emerged from teen acne as defined and handsome, new edges to his face only making the soft twinkle in his eyes seem brighter and the creases of his smile kinder. Caina stayed spindly and awkward. It was painfully clear that strength would never come to him naturally, and without it a slight edge of grace didn't feel like much. He began to distance himself from Avél to have time to hone skills his friend had and he felt he lacked. But it was never enough to do more than keep up. Just to keep up, and hope desperately that Avél's aimless talent would one day lose to training.
And then Caina's mother gave birth to a daughter, and Caina was too old to miss the meaning of the event. The first brother's duty was to his sister- to be a part of her household more constant than a partner, for those were fluid and often changed over the long turning of the decades, and more vigorous than a mother, who would one day be claimed by the years. To share in her generation and her legacy. Caina would go from a childhood sidekick to Avél to a supporting character in the tale of Cailo. There would be no breath for his own story, his own adventures. Like that he added Avél's freedom to the endless list of envies.
Yet Avél, in his careless optimistic way, never acknowledged the change. They still had the same dreams, the same loves, the same life. Even as Avél spent more time with Siyir as Caina helped care for his baby sister Avél danced around it. Any time the future was questioned Avél suddenly had a new story that needed telling immediately or somewhere to go or something that needed doing. And sometimes he simply laughed and pushed it away.
In the midst of this stormy sea of adolescence, Siyir decided to take an apprentice.
The decision wasn't an announcement, but a challenge. The ranger let it be known to all of the youths that she would take on whichever best passed a series of tests she set. Worth, she said, was the only way to decide who was fit to carry a legacy like hers. And that worth superseded all else: she would take her chosen apprentice and no other, and it was known without ever being said that likewise nothing could take her chosen from her.
Worth.
Worth.
Caina knew all her skills secondhand, but had practiced them to the best perfection he could imagine. He knew the one who would ultimately be the only true competitor inside and out. Siyir had never seen him, but he could make her. He would show her that he was worthy.
He matched Avél in every test. He could shoot, he could hunt, he could track, he could pitch a camp of his own. He was still Avél's superior when it came to navigation, even if his friend had improved. The few other challengers quickly proved half-hearted and dropped out. It was only Caina and Avél, just like it had always been.
The night before Siyir's last test, Caina returned home late. He had gone out to gather herbs for the shaman, Galen, and been sidetracked by the urge to practice one last thing. When he passed by Siyir's dwelling, he caught the sound of a familiar voice that gave him pause: his grandmother was in Siyir's home.
He crept closer, and the conversation became clearer. His grandmother was asking what she was meant to do if Caina won the contest. Who would be there for Cailo? Was their family simply to dwindle, plagued by foolish wanderlust and misfortune? Caina could hear in his mind Siyir's counterargument: that many daughters grew up alone, that Cailo didn't want for cousins who could help her, that their father was still with them and far from old. That one son was an acceptable concession for a woman who had once shot a griffin from the sky. That maybe Cailo didn't want her legacy either.
But Siyir said none of those things.
"Avél is my apprentice." It wasn't her usual brusque tone. It was a reassurance, a gentle correction. "I just couldn't let it get to the boy's fool head by letting him have that without a little fight."
Every semblance of hope evaporated. He hardly remembered the rest of the night- only the listless dreams that tore at him whenever he tried to rest. He was trapped in a haze.
He was still in that haze when he rose before dawn and found Avél.
They walked out and away from the early spring camp, Avél chattering all the way and glancing over here and there at Caina with something that sometimes looked like relief and other times looked like guilt. Caina was quiet for the most part. He smiled and nodded and urged Avél on. Once or twice he laughed. It was so easy to slip into familiar patterns while following familiar paths. By the time they reached the cliff over the falls, the light made it clear that despite the lingering morning mist dawn was well behind them.
Many years before, a lone long-branched pine growing at the edge of the falls had fallen. The reason was unknown- no one had been around to see it go- but now it lingered in death as persistently as it had in life, laying its lattice of branches out across the open air to form a precarious bridge from one side of the gorge to the other. Mist from the falls left it permanently slick, and between the spring rains and the snowmelt still trickling down the surging falls had crept in precariously close.
When they were younger, they had often talked about crossing it. Avél had take a few steps out, falls plunging down on one side and open air on the other, and Caina managed a half step before begging Avél to come back. "Next time I'll do it," Avél always laughed.
"What do you say- for old time's sake?"
To hear the proposal come from Caina stopped Avél dead. His laughter wasn't the familiar bell of joy. It cracked at the edges- nerves, perhaps, or surprise.
"As if I could say no."
And Avél stepped forward, hesitating a moment at the edge. His eyes flicked to Caina and his mouth hardened into a thin smile. He took his first step onto the trunk. A few steps later, Caina followed.
Looking back, Caina was never sure what he had wanted from that morning. It was like a dream, the roaring falls eating the sound of the world around them and the mists swallowing everything outside that tiny expanse and the figure of his friend.
Somewhere near the center, Avél stopped. He turned and shouted something. Caina read the words on his lips: Let's go back.
Avél was moving his feet, trying to reposition to walk back, when the dreadful inevitable happened. In the blink of an eye he had gone from upright to clinging to one of the branches jutting out from the edge of the trunk below. There was no thought when Caina rushed forward recklessly, bracing himself against one of the more solid branches as he grabbed a slick hand just in time as his beloved friend's support cracked and fell away, useless. Avel dangled at Caina's mercy, clinging with both hands onto Caina's arm as he struggled to find a foothold to pull himself up.
In this moment of nightmare, lucidity returned.
Caina would never be able to say why he brought his friend to the falls. He didn't know why he challenged him at their stupidest, most dangerous childhood game. He didn't know why he followed so close, never allowing Avél the space to turn around. All coincidence. All error. None of it conscious. None of it him.
But he could never forget the moment he chose to let go.
If Avél screamed, Caina never heard. The falls swallowed the sound greedily. In the constant roar of white noise, it seemed like Avél was as silent as a shadow, and when he disappeared into the mist below he became every bit as transient.
There were searches, of course. There was weeping. And finally there was blame. Caina hadn't planned the crime, and only began to hide it too late. Put before the gods in all of Galen's power, he cracked. He had believed like a fool that he had hated Avél. Now as its target he understood what true hate was. Yet for all that, there wasn't heart in a community that couldn't remember ever having an execution to kill another so soon after their loss. No one could remember the curse ever being used either, but Galen knew it all the same.
It was with nothing but the clothes on his back and a new fear of death that Caina left the home he had been cast out of. The brand of defilement burned on his hand, the angry red scar weeks from true healing. Cast out from his home, from all kin, from the sight of the gods themselves, who had sealed his exile with the cursed brand. The legend he had made for himself was one of misery. And beyond its edge, only wandering without rest- always running from the guilt carved into skin and soul.
#I'm sorry this is so so long he's been on my brain lately actually#I am once more ruminating on his life and his world#the caina family tree is Real and very interesting to me because he was actually raised in his paternal grandmother's household#instead of his maternal grandmother's (much more common)#his mother was adopted into his father's family because there hadn't been any daughters in over two hundred years#and it was a source of great anxiety for his grandmother. she had a son and male cousins and nephews#but sons and male cousins and nephews aren't enough. they give support but not legacy. and they wander off if you have too many.#but there was always tension having someone else's daughter in the household#I did not mention galen at all. or hino. or cailo. I'm sorry to have not gotten to talk about any of those three.#I had already gotten Too Sidetracked by lineage and was trying to focus it down!! so siyir was most important#I developed some mythology as well for this. by the end I uhh. don't think that what I was working with resembled my source material at all#my corellon larethian was fun though#I'm going to REALLY regret this in the morning#which is. hm. three hours from now#ask game#ask me emithing#caina lilindel#userharps
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DCxDP Fic Idea: The Contact, the Butler and the Sly Time Lord
Martha accidentally engaged Bruce to a higher being when he was two.
It sounds terrible, but she hadn't thought that the man wearing the Time ghost costume at her husband's Halloween Gala wasn't wearing a costume and was actually the physical embodiment of Time.
She just thought he took Halloween very seriously.
Mr. Clockwork was charming and didn't care that she had married from the lower level of first class. Her parents were rich, of course, but they weren't old money, and they certainly didn't have a lot of power to speak of.
Because of that, the elites of Gotham thought she wasn't good enough to be in a family such as the Waynes. It was so lovely not to be dragged into conversations that were thinly concealed insults.
Everyone else at the Gala thought Martha had no right to be there with them. Why was she just a few zeros off from being middle class, and wasn't it just so sad that Thomas would stain his family with her?
Secertly, Martha prayed Bruce would do something wild, like marry a girl from Crime Alley or even adopt kids in lower classes to make them all choke on their pearls.
Her son would be one of the most powerful men in a few years, and she couldn't wait to see what kind of hell he would unleash upon them. She would never push, of course, but it would be a nice fantasy to have every time she had to face passive-aggressive comments from ladies told by their fathers they would be a far better Mrs. Wyane.
" Why, hello there. Aren't you the cutest little thing?" Mr. Clockwork coos, smiling down at Bruce. He clung to his mother's skirt, his matching cowboy costume a miniature version of what she was wearing.
The boy had wandered over in the middle of their conversation once he was bored of coloring at his table. Martha couldn't blame her poor baby. There really wasn't much to do for those his age here.
Thomas had stated that children were usually not brought along due to being loud and distracting.
Martha wouldn't hear any of it, insisting her son would be going with them at the party or there would be no party. The majority of the elites believed children should be seen, not heard, and that boiled her blood something fierce.
Thomas had thankfully known when to pick his battles, so he allowed his wife to drag him to a costume store for a family costume to wear. He currently chatting with a group of investors in all his cowboy glory somewhere on the other side of the gala.
"Say thank you, Bruce," She tells her boy, but he only hides his face more, causing the two adults to chuckle. "Do you have kids, Mr.Clockwork?"
"Yes. Two daughters and a son" The man chuckles "All three are a handleful but I love them dearly."
"Oh, how wonderful. Bruce is my only son, but I want to give him siblings," she tells him warmly. She can picture Bruce chasing after his younger siblings dressed up as the Grey Ghost he loves.
She knows Thomas was worried about their chances of having a second child. He was informed not too long ago that he may suffer from secondary infertility. She didn't mind. If they couldn't have a child of their own by blood they could easily adopt.
Martha worked long and hard to provide good orphanages to the city. Maybe one day, a child from there could be her own. She'll have to speak to her orphanage managers- those in charge of the kids- to see if they could help her find one.
They have successfully been getting kids into good homes (At least she thought the number of children constantly changed, and the kids were never seen again, meaning the families that adopted them loved them enough to never return!)
Mr. Clockwork hums "how about giving him a spouse instead? My girls or boy could be a good partner"
Laughing, she assumes he meant her work on bettering the lives of the gay community- in honor of her brother who passed during the AIDs epidemic. "I'm sure Bruce would be happy to hear Mommy found him a husband."
"Is that a yes?" Clockwork eyes' flashed with an emotion that was gone too quick for her to identify.
"Yes, of course. If that is what they both want, I wouldn't mind their marriage at all."
Mr. Clockworks red eyes - contacts? A medical condition?- gleam, and his voice takes on a strange rhythm. "Then so shall it be, my son Danny Fenton shall be married to Bruce Wayne per their Blood Mother and Core Father deal."
Huh. Maybe Mr. Clockwork is a nutcase. Suddenly, she thinks back to her father, who would often tell her that she lived in a delusion because he did not want her to see the horror that Gotham truly is.
Even when you think you're doing good, Gotham has a way of making your work into nightmares.
Was Mr. Clockwork one of those people he warned her about?
Thankfully, he leaves not long after that. He claims he must return to work before his co-workers notice him gone. She doesn't see him for the rest of the night and half wonders if she had been speaking to one of the wait staff they hired as extra help.
Not that she minded, but it made her think his name might not even be Clockwork.
She tells Thomas the story hours after Bruce is put to bed with a candy bucket and the last guests have all slipped home. Thomas is exhausted, having been playing host longer than her because Martha had left around eight to take Bruce trick and treating. Then she got home and put him down for his bedtime.
She got back to the party around eleven but it was a much-needed break from all the hostility that Thomas had been forced to face alone.
"WHAT!?" Thomas booms when she finishes the story. They had just crawled into bed, and Thomas had been rolling to his side for sleep before her words flung him back. "Clockwork!? You're sure you spoke to Clockwork!?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"What did he look like?"
"Um well he was in costume, but red eyes, blue skin, and he was wearing purple robes." She watches as the blood drains from her husband's face. "What is it darling? Who was he?"
"Oh, this isn't good....Alfred! Alfred!" Thomas frantically calls as if the devil had appeared in their bedroom.
Their servant and sometimes lover comes racing into the room, carrying a loaded shotgun. Ever since Thomas had met him overseas when he hired the British man as a personal bodyguard, he fell hard and fast for Alfred but he still deeply loved Martha.
He had sent Martha a letter detailing his feelings for his guard, and only after she had given him permission did he pursue the butler. Alfred had insisted on meeting Thomas' wife to prove that she was okay with him having a lover, so he had followed Wayne back home.
Then he simply never left.
Maybe because he was the best butler Wayne ever had, with his regal training and service in her royal highness' army, but she thinks that her own developed feelings for Alfred convince him to remain.
Alfred insisted that he was only a servant and thus could not be added to their marriage besides a bed partner occasionally. Still, Martha hoped one day they could convince him otherwise.
Bruce already saw him as a second father.
He looks at the pair, dressed in their nightwear in a rather enticing position (Thomas had grabbed Martha by her shoulder, to look into her eyes but that left them rather entangled on the bed) with no visible threat, and raises one brow.
Before he can say anything Thomas is all but rolling out of bed in a frantic leap. He tangles up in the blankets, falling gracelessly over the edge in failing limbs "Martha made a deal with Clockwork!"
At once, Alfred's handsome face drains of blood. "Oh dear, Martha darling, you made a grave mistake."
She can only blink at the men in confusion. "Who is Clockwork?"
"He has many names, but I knew him as Merlin," Alfred informed her evenly. He took her hand in his, the tremble in his fingers revealing his unease. " He had shown interest in Master Thomas before and was the one I protected him from. I barely fought him off and only due to outsmarting him. I would not be able to do it again a second time."
What?
"He is also known as a Fae or incubus in some circles. The kind that steals you away for fun." Thomas babbled from where he was pacing next to the bed, eyes franticly glancing about as if the bogggie man was about to leap out at him from the shadows.
For a moment, Martha wondered why her husband, a man of science and medicine who had never been superstitious, believed this Clockwork was some...some creature of myths.
"Martha, love, what did he ask of you?" Alfred questioned, bringing her hand to his lips as though kissing them would confirm she was safe before him.
"He asked for Bruce to marry his son."
"Oh, gods!" Thomas fretted, speeding up, his long strides becoming far more frantic. "Please say you didn't say yes."
"I-thought it was a joke, I didn't see anything wrong with it, I- said yes."
Alfred closed his eyes, looking like a man who had just been informed his death sentence had been signed by the Queen. "Then all we can do now is pray."
Years later, as Alfred is dusting the portrait of his deceased loves. He allowed his hand to trace the cover of Martha's painted smile and Thomas' strong jaw, mind filled with stolen kisses and sweet nothings that were ripped away that fateful night.
He is still struck by their loss. Every now and then, the knowledge of their death creeps in during his most mundane activities. It's like a kick to the chest every time.
Oh, how he misses them.
Ding Dong
The front doorbell jolts him out of his memories so violently it takes the aged Butler a moment or two to get a hold of his senses. He puts down the duster, climbs down the latter, and quickly makes his way to the door.
Stopping to fix his suit coat, he throws it open with a prepared smile. He expects extra help from the catering company Master Bruce hired for Wayne's annual Halloween Gala.
He was not expecting the two men, one looking nervous around Master Bruce's age and the other sly. His age is hard to gauge, but it may be due to time not affecting him as it did mortals.
Alfred's blood freezes at the sight of those cunning red eyes and smirk. "Merlin."
"Alfred Pennyworth." The demon chuckles. "I prefer Clockwork, as you know, but it's good to see you remember me. Most humans are prone to forgetting in their limited age."
"What are you doing here?"
"Why I came to fulfill the deal between Martha Wayne nee Kane and I"
"Martha is dead. Your contact is void."
Clockwork chuckles again, the sound as deadly as poison. "The contact lives as long as all those involved in it live. You know this."
Alfred presses the panic button on his wristwatch, knowing it sends a message to everyone in the manor to evacuate immediately. He will not live through this battle, but hopefully, it will give Master Bruce time to escape. "You will not lay a hand on Master Bruce."
"Come now, Alfred. We are to be in-laws. Our sons are joining in holy matrimony. Why the hostility-"
"Excuse me what?" The other man-demon? Ghost? Higher-being? cuts in, looking at Clockwork with brows knitted into a frown. "What did you mean holy matrimony?"
"Danny, you're getting married," Clockwork says with a cheerful wave.
"The hell I am!" The man barks, flushing red with anger. Alfred can hardly believe he just yelled at the monster. "I am not marrying some random guy!"
"It is the way things must go for the good of mankind-"
"Oh, go suck on a lemon! We both know that whole "this is fate" is bull!"
"You are embarrassing me in front of our new in-laws, younn man" Clockwork actually waves a finger at the fully grown human. "This is my one chance to marry you off to a good man. We both know that you can't attract a mate on your own."
"What!? Yes, I can! I've had girlfriends and boyfriends before!"
"And yet, no spouse! No wedding! Not even a ring!"
"Moby Dick, I knew this bonding fishing trip was a lie! You can't make me get married because of some contact you made when I was three!"
"It's not permanent! Martha Wayne said If that is what they both want, I wouldn't mind their marriage at all. This means you both must want to be together after one year of marriage. See if you like it, and if you don't, I can always find you a new husband."
"This isn't returning a jacket to a store! I can't just see if I like being married Clockwork!" The man hissed running a hand through his hair. "We're going home. I'm so sorry for bothering you today Mr. Alfred."
Alfred blinks at the young man's sheepish smile, wondering if ti's a trick. "No bother at all."
"Danny, if you leave without marriage, Bruce Wayne will die in an hour due to breaking our contract," Clockwork says, crossing his arms. "Honestly, your sisters were far more mature regarding their marriages."
Danny punches him in the face with a glowing hand. The higher being falls like a sack of bricks.
"Right, I'm going to drop this one off at a nursing home, and then I'll return to marry Bruce. Only so the contact doesn't kill him, and I swear I'll only visit every once in a while until our year is up." Throwing- Merlin, holy shit- over his shoulder as if though he weighed nothing, Danny waves at Alfred and scurries away, vanishing into a green portal.
Alfred is left standing at the doorway, utterly flabbergasted. Distantly, he wonders if the hollowing wind is actually Martha laughing herself silly in the afterlife.
Carefully, he reaches up for his com, switching it on to the sound of his family's frantic bickering. They were all worried about him since he sent the alarm and were fighting about following policy or saving him.
"Master Bruce," He says faintly silencing the coms "Please come to have your suit fitted as soon as you can."
"What for?" His son asks, likely looking for a coded message, but Alfred doesn't have the mental capacity to make one.
"Your wedding, sir. It's tonight, courtesy of your mother."
The coms explode into chaos.
#dcxdpdabbles#dc x dp crossover#Alfred/Thomas/Martha#spirit halloween#In which Martha thought her lovers were making shit up about their epic battle against the Time Lord#Clockwork is Merlin because he likes messing with humans#Danny is tried of his adoptive dad trying to set him up#arranged marriage#Clockwork hords choas like a dragon and motherhens like a bear#Alfred is just tired
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PLATONIC brother!Draco x reader
Summary: Yn is the daughter of Regulus Black but was quickly taken in and adopted by Narcissa. YN is extremely insecure, but her brother Draco is always there for her. (Second person)
Warnings: YN has dark hair, fem YN, mention of blood
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Your father, Regulus had died before you ever met him and your mother died during childbirth. The closest thing you had to a family was always the Malfoys. But even after having your last name changed Lucius had always called you 'yn black'.
You grew up feeling like you had no family and the only person who had ever made you feel any differently was Draco.
Draco always made sure you felt loved. You'd always been close and would always play together as kids.
As you grew older Draco had realized how you feel. It made no sense to him because he had always seen you as his real sister and he didn't get why you saw it any differently.
Your first year of Hogwarts was coming up and you were horrified. You wanted everyone to see you as a 'real' Malfoy. Lucius had gifted you an amulet which would change your darker hair to platinum blonde.
The amulet was a large oval with a glowing mist-like substance inside. It hung from a thick silver chain, worn as a necklace.
You were obsessed with it since the moment it was gifted to you. "YN, really... You don't have to wear that stupid necklace! You were perfectly fine without it!! No one's even here to see you-" Draco complained but you immediately cut him off.
"You just don't understand what it's like not having a family!!" This 'stupid necklace' was the thing keeping me together at the moment. It made me feel like I really did fit in with the Malfoys.
Draco's eyes started to water as his face got red. "I'm your family!" He shouted as a tear slipped down his cheek. He immediately wiped it away and hid his red eyes with his hand.
You felt bad, but you knew he was wrong. He was just trying to make you feel better. He wasn't really your brother. He was your cousin and Narcissa was your Aunt. You had no parents. No brother.
The ambiance of Draco's room continued to become more and more akward. You sigh before hugging Draco and rubbing his back. You didn't want to, but, you knew he'd do the same for you.
He hugs you back tightly as a few more tears fell from his eyes. You hadn't realized at the time he was scared of the same thing you were.
You left his room, going back to your own so you could finish packing. You and Draco left for Hogwarts tomorrow and had to leave early to get to the Hogwarts express.
When you layed in bed, anxiety took over you. 'Everyone would find out I'm not Draco's real sister and they'll all hate me!' you told yourself.
After another hour of restless sleep you sneaked into Draco's room. He was still awake and was writing in his diary. He smiled as he watched you peek into his room.
He pat the spot next to him as he wrote in his journal and you made your way over to him. You sat, resting on your knees. "I can't sleep... I'm scared. What if everyone finds out I'm not your real sister?"
He looks at you sadly. He's obviously tired of hearing about it but you have no one else to express your fears to and he knows it. But the part about you not being his 'real sister' really hits hard.
He was disappointed you didn't see him as a brother, but he was too nervous to say anything. "YN. Everyone will love you. I promise. And even if they don't I'll always be here for you." He says truthfully.
"You really think they'll believe we're siblings?" You ask once more as Draco nods.
You rested your head on his fluffy pillows before happily falling asleep with little to no worries.
You woke up the next morning in your own bed. An outfit was picked out and placed folded on your chair with your amulet on top.
You slowly woke up and got dressed. You hid your amulet under your shirt before leaving your room to go find your brother.
"YN. Your going to be late. Go meet up with Narcissa and Draco. They have your things." Lucius said as you nodded and rushed downstairs.
Lucius eventually met up with the three of you and you left for Hogwarts. When you entered the train you followed Draco to find empty seats.
Eventually a few of Draco's friends found their way to your section and sat with you two. It was fun and for once you could see some resemblance between you and Draco. You swore to yourself in this moment you'd never let anyone see you without your amulet.
A month into the school year and everything has been going great. Your best friend is Pansy, but you also hang out with Draco and his other friends.
Still none of them know your not really Draco's twin and you couldn't be any happier. Sadly it wouldn't last.
You had already made enemies due to your brother. Harry and Ron often picked on you. You didn't blame them though because of how your brother treated them.
"You know, you guys really aren't good people" you stated, tired of their constant bullying. "Says the Malfoy! Your the definition of evil" Ron argues back.
"Don't you dare talk bad about the Malfoy name!" You snapped back. You were close to loosing it. You decided to use your one talent against them.
"Duel me! Two against one! I'll prove you both wrong!"
They laughed, thinking it'd be an easy win but you knew there was no way they'd win.
You yelled out spells, constantly stunning them and blocking their counter spells.
While you were busy fighting Ron, Harry had used flipendo against you. Your body was flung into the wall and you landed roughly on the floor.
You hadn't cared for the glass stabbing into your chest, all you cared about your hair. The platinum blonde hair that was giving you a reason to live.
You sobbed out, curling in on yourself. You were so close to winning, how could things have gotten this bad. Of course you'd underestimated Harry.
You pulled at your hair as your body started to shake. The worst part was all the students watching you fall apart.
Everyone in the school would find out your not Draco's sister. Your life would be ruined.
Your eyes remained slammed shut as you felt someone pull you into their arms. "Shhhh....shhhhh... I'm here. Everything is going to be okay... My sweet sister, you don't deserve this." Draco said as he brushed out the hair you had tangled.
He lifted you up and took you away from the crowds and into the Slytherin common room.
He rested you onto the couch and noticed blood going through your white shirt. He immediately unbuttoned it to see your crushed amulet stabbing into your skin.
Draco's frown deepens as he inspects your cuts. They weren't too bad, but he still felt horrible he wasn't there for you sooner. He wished it never had happened.
He discards the amulet and cleans the blood from you. A few minutes later Pansy rushes in, hugging you as your cries die down.
"Oh, YN! I was so worried, I heard what happened... Harry and Ron truly are horrible" Pansy states as she hugs you tightly.
You smile at her comment. Draco sits next to you and continues to rub your back as you hug Pansy.
"YN, I want to talk to you in private..." Draco says as Pansy nods, giving the two of you some space.
"This changes nothing. You always have been and always will be my sister". You begin to cry at his words and hug him tightly. He hugs you back once more before you leave to get some rest.
A/N: I'm having family problems 💔 also the amulet is based off of the owl house LMAO!!
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Yandere!Itachi Uchiha
warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, child abuse, the normal 'i blame you for the death of my beloved wife' but still hot dad!madara, yandere!itachi
― 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐍
▸ Uchiha Itachi was someone who was famous wherever he stepped foot.
▸Great looks, amazing family background, smart and athletic, good at everything he did and a stable future, he was the dream of many people.
▸He had always been indifferent to everyone apart from his family, distant which couldn't be pointed out for how polite he was.
▸As the heir, he had certain expectations made for him.
▸That led to his engagement.
▸To Uchiha [Name], the adopted daughter of Madara Uchiha.
▸When he first met her, he noticed a few things about his future wife.
▸One, she was a little timid but had a nice smile. Two, she flinched whenever she was touched. Third, she was scared of her father - Madara.
▸It wasn't hard to get along with her, Itachi decided.
▸Perhaps it was because he knew he had to spend his life with [Name] so he turned on a smooth filter which made him see her in a better light but Itachi liked her enough.
▸Slowly as they grew older, the raven-haired heir grew more obsessed with the idea of spending time with his wife.
▸ That's when he began noticing the signs.
▸Despite not being a Uchiha by blood, [Name] was a Uchiha by heart. She knew how to hide what she wanted to hide behind a cold yet gentle smile, the way her [colour] eyes would be gleaming telling anyone not to pry any further.
▸But she couldn't hide the signs of abuse.
▸The way her hands would be quivering and she would avoid more people, the way her clothes would be covering every inch of her body apart from her face and neck.
▸All of this happened mostly when she returned home from the place she shared with Itachi since their education was in another area.
▸Since Itachi was the heir and Madara despite being in power had crumbled when his wife had met her death in a tragic accident, it made it easier for Itachi to get information.
▸When he read about what was happening to [Name] ever since she was ten, his blood boiled in anger and it was the first time in his life that he portrayed his anger - he threw everything in the room that he could get his hands on.
▸Sitting on the chair with his head down and his eyes focused on the words on the paper.
▸According to the investigations, Madara loved his wife very much - typical like any other Uchiha.
▸His wife happened to have a weak body which led to them adopting [Name] as their one and only daughter, it was all fine till that particular day.
▸An assassination attempt on the great Madara's family, where the bravery of a mother who sacrificed herself for her daughter.
▸But that's not what Madara thought, in his eyes, his adopted daughter was the reason his beloved wife died.
▸That day Madara might have lost just his wife but [Name] lost both her mother and father, all because she survived.
▸And from that day, her hell on Earth began.
▸As Itachi continued to read on and on, tears fell from his eyes as his heart wept for the woman he loved.
▸He took a personal oath that day, to have vengeance on the man who ruined his wife.
▸[Name] wasn't a complicated character by heart, she held her heart in the depths of a chamber which was heart to get in.
▸In the light of his life, he spent most of his time charming his fiance.
▸While in the shadows of his life, he schemed to have his dear father-in-law fall off the throne he sat on.
▸It wasn't easy but Itachi was called a prodigy for a reason.
▸"Itachi!" [Name] gasped in surprise and held her fiance's hand in her own, "There's blood! Are you alright?"
▸"Ah..." Itachi simply chuckled, "It's nothing, I was just helping someone with a wound."
▸"Is that so?" [Name] let out a sigh of relief.
▸"I'm glad you're alright," She smiled at him.
▸[Name] was quite smart so Itachi always had to be one step ahead of her, after all, he hadn't forgotten how she too was a prodigy on her own.
▸Having men follow her every move so he could always be notified if she was ever in danger, silencing anyone who opposed his beloved.
▸Segregating her slowly but steadily, was an easy task.
▸After all, as the only heir of Madara Uchiha, she had always been too busy so she rarely interacted with others apart from him and his family.
▸All the time, he made sure anything Madara wanted to do - whether it be a new project or prosal, it would be ruined sooner or later.
▸Since this bastard had ruined his pretty [Name]'s childhood, he was going to ruin anything and everything of Madara's.
▸Starting with the huge portrait which laid in front of him.
▸Itachi flicked the golden frame of the protected portrait of Madara's late wife with his fingers, it was said and confirmed by [Name] that Madara cherished this painting more than anything.
▸So what better way to start his doom than to ruin this painting?
▸[Name] told him, along with the painting - there was a private garden that was guarded heavily because it was her mother's favourite place.
▸With spies in the household and resources by his side, it was quite easy to start a fire when Madara was away from the old mansion.
▸What would await once the old man returned would not even be ashes of not only his beloved painting but also the flowers.
▸As they got news of the sudden start of the fire in the old mansion, the Uchiha clan's main branch - Fugaku, Mikoto, Sasuke, Itachi and [Name] - hurried towards the burning place.
▸Looking at the beautiful flames of fire which mingled between various shades of red, orange and yellow, satisfaction bloomed in Itachi's heart.
▸Hidden in the shadows, Itachi watched with an amused expression as the great Madara Uchiha who was a well-known intimidating personality, fall onto his knees was a great experience, one which Itachi made sure he would enjoy again and again.
▸Until, nothing remained of the legend - Madara Uchiha.
▸The stage was set, and only one thing remained in this fairytale-like story.
▸The hero [Itachi] saves his heroine [Name] by defeating the evil villain [Madara] who had been an obstacle in their journey and he would achieve their happy ending.
▸After all, villains must always perish, wouldn't you agree d̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶d̶e̶r̶ dear [Name]?
character: itachi uchiha
anime name: naruto
requested: shiz2790
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[Part 2]
It was only the second day of January when the letter arrived.
Duke Hyuuga had always cultivated a long and courteous relationship with the neighbouring dukedom, the Uchiha, especially because both current dukes had attended college together.
Hinata remembered them, from when her mother was alive, because both duchesses had shared a season in the ton. Mikoto got married to Fugaku in her first season, but Hikari had to wait two to finally snatch Hiashi, who was doing business overseas.
They used to play together, Hinata and both the Uchiha boys, when she was still quite young. Itachi was much older and was sent to boarding school when Hinata was still a toddler, but Sasuke was only three years older than her, so they were able to spend a little more time together. Three summers, to be exact, from when she was 6 to 8.
She hadn't seen him in 15 years.
So yes, she could say that she really met him at the funeral.
Since Itachi was the heir, Sasuke had lived mostly unnoticed and didn't really have a reputation besides being the absent son of Lord Uchiha, always travelling to far away lands.
No one knew Itachi had poor health, not even the family, not even the wife! Itachi, apparently, had hid it too well.
"I-i-i..." The widow was inconsolable. "I-i ha-had... No..." Mikoto was beside her, also crying, but in a more restrained manner. "I had... N-no idea... He was even... Sick..." She was trying to justify her ignorance while gulping air and crying her eyes out. Poor thing.
The wake was held three days after the letter arrived and it was clear not many people had been invited. The Hyuugas, Marquis Jiraya and his adopted son, a few selected inferior Uchihas, no more than half a dozen of other important, close families.
Naruto passed Hinata, nodding politely, followed close by his pink haired wife. Neither of them gave any indication they remembered who Hinata was.
Sasuke looked... Detached. It was known he and Naruto were close friends, having attended boarding school and college at the same time, then travelling together for a few years, but Sasuke had remained serious and stoic, cold even, when exchanging a few words with Naruto. He was polite when addressed, but Hinata noticed early on that people refrained from approaching him.
There weren't many flowers around, it was winter afterall, blossoms were hard to come by. The Hyuugas had a winter garden, therefore were able to send three vases to decorate the mourning hall, for which Mikoto was most grateful.
Sasuke helped carry the casket the short distance to the family burial ground. So did the duke. And Neji, to show respect. The widow had to be carried by the women, she simply could not stand on her own. The only good thing was that the snow had stopped falling.
All in all, it was a quick affair.
When the people started to leave, Sasuke remained, a dark figure against the white and grey of the landscape. When she saw he was not walking back to the house, Hinata stopped. His shoulders were shaking, the telltale of crying. Hinata left him be, tragically beautiful, not senseless enough to pretend she could offer him any comfort.
A few days later, she learned Sasuke was still at the Uchiha property neighbouring the Hyuuga estate, because she saw him riding a black horse near the border of their properties while coming back to the mansion after an afternoon walk. He was riding too fast to make notice of her.
"Well, yes, he is to be duke now", her cousin explained when, at tea time, she told him of having seen Sasuke. "He can't just go travelling whenever he pleases, anymore. Now he is expected to attend to Itachi's duties and to get married."
"What about you, cousin?", asked Hanabi, coyly. Neji coughed, knowing what she meant. Where was his wife since he was also to be duke? Neji changed the subject.
The spare is how seconds sons are called. Collateral in case the first one doesn't make it. Hinata's father had really taken the short straw by having two daughters, but he was fond enough of his deceased twin brother's son, Neji, to be content with their predicament of the dukedom going to him instead. The Uchihas, particularly Fugaku, did not seem quite so glad that Sasuke was now the heir.
Hinata dragged Hanabi to have tea with them one afternoon mid January, that's how she learned the widow would now move in with the inlaws at the main estate. She was quite overcome with grief and Mikoto thought best not to leave her alone. At the same time, the duke was eager to go home, so they would do it in a couple days.
"Sasuke will stay behind to take care of Itachi's affairs a while longer." Mikoto turned to Hinata then, grabbing her hand. "Would you keep an eye on him for me, dear? Just to make sure he is in good health."
"Of course, Your Grace."
If Mikoto was any other mama, and if she had not just lost a son, Hinata would think she had other intentions with that request, but she knew better. The duchess saw Hinata as she was: a safe spinster.
The Uchihas left.
Sasuke stayed behind, riding his horse through their fields. He was a creature of habit, Hinata noticed quickly. He would ride everyday, at the same time, except when the weather was unforgiving.
At one of those evening rides, Hinata grabbed her own horse and went the opposite way, to his house. There she waited, under the gaze of curious servants, for she was an unmarried lady waiting for a bachelor, alone.
"What are you doing here?" Was the very rude question she was greeted with when he entered the drawing room where Hinata was waiting for him.
"Waiting for you."
"Why?"
"Your mother asked me to."
"What?"
Calmly, Hinata drank the last of her tea and stood up, grabbing a sugar cookie.
"Your mother worries, as mothers do." Hinata approached him, unfazed by the enraged dark stare. She looked him up and down a couple times, then, without warning or shilly-shallying, grabbed his arm, pinching it.
"Have you gone mad?" He recoiled like an offended snake, flushing a little.
"Good, you seem to be in good health." Hinata gathered her coat and gloves that were draped over a side chair. "Good day, sir."
Hinata left a quite flabbergasted Sasuke behind, wondering what had just happened. How dare she... And alone... His mother? How? Why? When had she... What had just... Who she thought she was?
Sasuke was still trying to make sense of her when a note came the next day inviting him to dinner at the Hyuuga Manor. His first instinct was to decline, if not for the rather impressive encounter with the pearl eyed woman the day before.
He barely remembered her from his childhood. They were playmates, briefly. He did not, however, remember her name. She was Miss Hyuuga, that much he knew, but what was her first name again?
It was Neji who received him in the drawing room of Hyuuga Manor when the servant directed Sasuke to wait there.
"Uchiha, you came."
"Hyuuga", Sasuke answered as a greeting. He knew Neji from society. There were not that many dukes, after all. "Thank you for the invitation."
"My cousin insisted."
Sasuke nodded. He had not yet elaborated a full opinion regarding Miss Hyuuga and the previous day's encounter, but since she had been there alone, maybe Neji did not know about that particular excursion.
"Oh!" Sasuke turned to where a girl was standing, staring at him. He had not seen her before, but she looked the spitting image of the gentleman in the room with him. "Sister, he really came for dinner."
Not a second too late, Miss Hyuuga was standing beside the smaller girl in a beautiful light blue dress. Her hair was up with ribbons, a lace ribbon also around her neck, and long white gloves. Hanabi was dressed in a similar manner, and Sasuke realised even Neji looked ready for a ball at the ton. Sasuke, with his nice evening coat and simple cravat, felt suddenly underdressed.
"Yes, Hanabi", the woman smiled and prompted her sister to enter the room, nodding at Sasuke as a greeting when they were close enough. "He said so in his note."
"Good evening." Hiashi entered the room after his daughters.
"Lord Hyuuga", said Sasuke.
"Uchiha", Hiashi also closed the distance. "We thought better to leave you be after your brother's passing, but feel free to come visit if you so please. You are welcome here. Itachi was always a kind neighbour."
Sasuke's expression did not change, for good or for bad.
"I thank you, sir.''
Hiashi seemed quite pleased with himself.
Before any of them could say anything else, a servant came to announce that dinner was served and it went by quickly and mostly silently. The food was exquisite, so Sasuke did not feel bad for focusing his attention on the plate. Afterwards, Hiashi retired upstairs right away, leaving the youngsters to socialise. Before, he would remain amongst the inebriated gentleman for whiskey and cigars while his Hikari had her own fun with the ladies. Now, he had Neji to chaperone his daughters when the need arises.
"Uchiha", Neji approached passing Sasuke a glass with two finger's of an amber liquid. "Given the circumstances, will you be joining us this season?"
"It is going to be my first season", Hanabi piped in. "I convinced father that I needed more dancing lessons and was able to avoid being presented last year."
"You did need more dancing lessons." Neji commented as someone that had had his feet stomped on too many times. "And still do, for some rhythms."
"It is good enough." Hanabi retorted. "Sister has impeccable dancing and is still unmarried, which proves that dancing is not what a gentleman is really looking for in a wife."
The information caught Sasuke's attention. How come Hinata was unmarried and had gone to his house, had been alone with him so unceremoniously?
"It might be the thing a gentleman is looking for in you, Hanabi."
"Oh, please." Hanabi threw herself at the dessert plate. "Look at Hinata! I don't stand a chance of getting married if she received only 4 proposals after six seasons."
Hinata! Yes, that was her first name. The mention made him look at her. Hinata was uncomfortable, Sasuke could tell from the other side of the room. She faked well, looking out the window sipping her tea.
"Yes", Sasuke finally answered Neji. "Given the circumstances, I might attend this year."
"Prepare yourself. You're going to be the talk of the season." Neji downed his drink. "And the highest prize for the plotting mamas."
Sasuke downed his drink too. Neji seemed like he knew what he was talking about, at least regarding that. Naruto had said something similar about the season when he was looking for a wife himself - the search was cut short because of his indiscretions with Sakura.
"That may be a good thing", Hinata said. "If you are looking for a suitable wife, you'll have the first pick."
"Indeed."
Sasuke approached the drinks tray on the other side of the room and decided to switch his liquor for some tea. He still had a ride home to take and the last thing he wanted was to fall from the horse and die in a muddy ditch. Fortunately for him, it was not snowing or raining. Unfortunately, it was a very cold night.
"Want me to serve you?"
"No need."
Hinata turned to the window again and Sasuke used that time to observe her. She was not a very tall woman nor horribly thin. Her skin tone was so white she could pass as a sick person if not for the rosy cheeks. She was well-mannered, discreet, and didn't seem to take up much space; loyal, if the checking up on him by his mother's request was any indication. Being the eldest daughter of a duke and motherless from a young age, no doubt she was capable of running a household.
How was such a lady still unmarried?
"You are staring."
And spilling the tea, he noticed. Sasuke tried to recover when she came to his aid, simply tipping the tea cup a little so the excess was caught in the saucer and then dumped the saucer's contents into the teapot.
"There." Hinata smiled and he saw the blush in her cheeks. "You should've let me pour you a cup."
Unfazed.
Teasing.
Caring.
How was she still unmarried?
"If you need assistance this season, let us know."
"Huh?"
"My cousin should also be looking for a wife, but he insists on marrying us off before doing so." Hinata was fixing her own cup, which made it impossible for Sasuke to look at her eyes. "Hanabi has yet to have her chance, but it's too late for me and I hope he realises that."
"What do you mean?"
Hinata did not answer. She took the cup to her lips and sipped, looking over to her cousin and her sister. Sasuke was curious, feeling like that was the answer he needed to truly understand her, but she stepped away without another word and he did not know her enough to pry.
A week later, Sasuke attended dinner with the Hyuugas again, this time dressed up a little more. Five days after that, it was afternoon tea. When the snow started to slowly melt, he went hunting with Neji. And every so often, would stop by to exchange a few words with Hiashi about the properties and dukedom affairs. On one occasion, he even walked from the village with Hanabi and her maid, and she told all the details to her older sister upon arriving home, like it was some kind of miracle.
As for Hinata, she kept on visiting him, at his house, all by herself.
After the third time, he got quite used to it.
After a couple more visits, he started to expect her.
She never stayed much, the doors were always wide open, sometimes the maid who brought tea would stay in the room, in the corner. For Hinata's sake, Sasuke noticed. They could be their servants, but the Hyuugas were the sires of that county, and there their loyalties laid. Or maybe, just with Hinata. She knew his servants by name since the first visit, he learned.
She never stayed much, the doors were always wide open, sometimes the maid who brought tea would stay in the room, in the corner. For Hinata's sake, Sasuke noticed. They could be their servants, but the Hyuugas were the sires of that county, and there their loyalties laid. Or maybe, just with Hinata. She knew his servants by name since the first visit, he learned.
During the five minute visits, she would not even sit.
For the fifteen minute ones, she would make time for a cup of tea.
One day, she stayed for half an hour, engrossed in a book. Sasuke entered while she read and sat, looking at her, both in perfect silence. Hinata took the book with her.
Sometimes, they would meet coincidentally along the way and walk together. It was an easy conversation. She was well-read in most topics and an expert on the society affairs that Sasuke had kept away for so long. All she asked in return were tales from his travels.
"Naruto was with me that time, it was raining and all the hotels were full, but we needed a place to stay, so without thinking we entered the first brothel we..." Sasuke interrupted himself, palling. He looked up at Hinata, but she simply sipped her tea. "Forgive me", he said, very stiff. "It's not a tale appropriate for a lady."
"Why not?"
Hinata put the cup back in the saucer and grabbed a cookie.
"Do you think well-bread ladies don't know about brothels?" Her question was delivered without stuttering, but not without blushing. "Or that we don't know what happens inside them?"
"Do you?" Without waiting for the answer, he followed. "How?"
"Women can get to know the world too, we just have to be extremely more careful than men." Her words weren't bitter where they should be, but resigned. "We are doomed to a much bigger sentence for a much more insignificant sin."
"That's the reason why you are still unmarried?"
"Oh no", she smiled. "My reputation is pristine. Maybe too much so."
They finished going up the hill from where Hyuuga Manor could be seen beyond the woods and the field.
"At three and twenty, and so many seasons, I've learned society is more than willing to sweep some indiscretions under the rug. Not all of them are plotting all of the time, you know."
"So even someone like you has been indiscreet."
"Yes, even someone like me..."
"That's why you think it's too late for you?"
"No, I think it's too late for me because that's just how things are."
They made it down the hill, into the woods.
Sasuke realised he wanted her.
Like a man wants a woman, and a woman wants a man back, he wants her.
More dangerous still, he realised that he could have her. In that way, she would most likely let him.
Why else would she be so honest and candid in their conversations?
Why else would she let him know she was not so innocent?
She trusted him.
Why did she trust him?
"The new season starts in two weeks."
"Yes." Sasuke was not looking forward to it.
"You'll find a wife, and when you do, treat her well." Hinata took a step closer to him.
Hinata trusted Sasuke because, for her, he was safely just out of reach.
Sasuke had the time to notice the dots of light from the gaps between the leaves illuminating her. No, it was not that he had the time, but he wanted to notice how it illuminated her, how it made her eyes even more pale.
Sasuke realised he wanted her.
Like a husband wants a wife, like a person wants an equal, like wanting a partner, a friend.
He wanted to ask her to marry him there and then, but he had a feeling she would say no for whatever reason, and for no reason at all, and he could not afford that.
Instead, he took a step closer.
"Let me tell you more about the world."
She nodded.
They kissed.
And kissed and kissed.
And the new season began.
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Do you have any headcanons regarding Luisa and Enrique? Miguel's parents seem really interesting, it's too bad that we don't see much of them in the movie.
Thank you for this! ;) I also like thinking about interesting characters who weren't given much screen time!
Fair warning, though: I've spent a lot of time inundating my brain with Coco posts upon Coco posts upon Coco posts. So I can't always be sure of what headcanons I made up myself and what headcanons I've subconsciously taken from other people's headcanons.
Also, just because these are my headcanons does not necessarily mean that I will stay faithful to them in the fanfictions I write. I'll have different backstories and headcanons and so on depending on the fic. You know how it is. ;)
Anyway!
At this point, I think I've adopted the headcanon from The Gravedigger's Daughter by Fernwithy that there's a significant age gap between Luisa and Enrique, like over 10 years. So when they first met, Enrique was like, "I mean, I like her and everything, but she's kind of young for me, so maybe I should find someone else?" except that up until that point there hadn't been anyone else, so the rest of the family was like "Obviously she likes you! Go for it!"
Meanwhile Luisa kept finding excuses to go to the Rivera zapateria. Her shoe broke, her other shoe broke, she wanted to buy a pair of shoes as a gift for her mother, and so on. Finally Coco (who was in her late eighties at this point, her mind still well and only needed a cane, not yet a wheelchair) took her aside and said "Look, you can't possibly have needed your shoes to be fixed five times in two months. We all know why you're here."
And then they got married and then they had Miguel.
To add some angst, because where would any headcanons be without angst, they wanted to have more children than just Miguel and later Socorro. But Luisa kept miscarrying.
This is why Luisa is shown looking after her twin nephews in the movie, instead of one of their parents being the ones to direct them about the petals. Luisa, after wanting another child for so long, was happy to help her brother- and sister-in-law with their children, and what with dealing with twin toddlers, they welcomed the help.
It got to the point where when Luisa was pregnant with Socorro, she and Enrique didn't tell Miguel until, like, her sixth month. Just in case it ended like all the other ones had.
(Miguel is a twelve-year-old boy with barely any experience of pregnant woman. The only woman he knows well, who he had cause to spend time with when she was pregnant, before his mother that is, is his aunt. Sure, eventually he definitely would have noticed something, but I can see him going "Nah, Tía's stomach was way bigger than that, Mamá's not having a baby," not taking into account that his aunt had been pregnant with twins.)
Luisa and Enrique think Miguel doesn't know about the miscarriages. He's never going to tell them he does.
This is why there's such a big gap between Miguel and Socorro. Everybody was thrilled when Socorro was finally born.
Back to Enrique.
Out of all of his family, Enrique is the one who looks like Héctor the most. Imagine Enrique without his mustache, or Héctor with one and without his goatee. They'd resemble each other quite a bit, wouldn't they?
Of course, since no one actually knew what Héctor had looked like, Enrique had no idea of his resemblance to his infamous family-abandoning walkaway musician great-grandfather.
No one, that is, except one.
As Coco began to lose her memory, she would confuse Enrique with her father. The sight of him would upset her; she would start crying, or ask when he was coming home, why he had gone away, why he had never returned. (Inspired by this comic by @atarahderek)
This unsettled Enrique. How could his grandmother mistake him for her father? Did he really look like him so much? He was never going to be anything like him if he could help it.
And this is why he supported the music ban. His great-grandfather left the family for music. Enrique wasn't like his great-grandfather. Enrique was going to shun music and put his family above all else, just the opposite of what his great-grandfather had done. He knew that family was more important than anything, and he was going to live that to the utmost.
And that is why he tried to stop his mother from breaking Miguel's guitar, and why he actually succeeded in the end. He saw how important this was to his son, and his son was more important than music, ban or no ban.
(I feel like I could have explained this better. Feel free to comment/ask if you want me to elaborate.)
Luisa and her sister-in-law - and Franco, for that matter - all gave up music when they married into the family. Unlike the other Riveras, who never knew music to miss it, except for Miguel, they knew very well what they were missing. They didn't mind much, usually.
But sometimes, if Luisa and her sister-in-law happened to be alone in the workshop, and one of them would put on the radio to listen to the news, neither of them were going to say anything.
And if one of them happened to surreptitiously change the channel to something else, quickly turning it off as soon as one of their children or husbands or in-laws walked in, neither of them were going to say anything.
And if Coco happened to be sitting in the back of the workshop, she wasn't going to be saying anything either.
#coco#pixar coco#coco pixar#luisa rivera#enrique rivera#coco the movie#coco headcanons#miguel rivera#rivera family#hector rivera#coco rivera#answered ask#desbeauxjardins
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The Continental verse
Born as Lilian Siân Owens-Drysdell to a Welsh crime syndicate family, Lilian had the life of a princess growing up: surrounded in equal measures by luxury and the knowledge of what her family did for a living, the girl nonetheless took after her mother and her hobbies - gardening, beekeeping and being as sweet as the honey produced in their backyard had been Lilian's preferred strategy to achieve her own goals.
Not that she needed to manipulate the patriarch or most of his men to get anything - those under Edgar's rule would always do whatever his oldest asked without any hesitation, but his daughter just had a knack for being welcoming, hospitable and displaying other true talents of a seasoned hostess like her mother, used to holding, planning and organizing many grand events at the Drysdell estate.
And perhaps it was precisely because Lilian was so much averse to inheriting her father's role that she insisted in carving a different path, away from Edgar's shadow and influence. While firing a gun or getting into hand to hand combat were nothing the girl hadn't been trained for given her bloodline, there was no sense of personal fulfillment for Lilian in being a mafia boss. Instead, there was something much more attractive in connecting to people.
Finding out what made someone content, uncovering their strengths and weaknesses, providing for others while taking note of their reactions and soaking all that information - these were the true joys for Lilian, who fully embraced the approach of catching flies with honey and adopted the alias of 'Melissa'. With her origins, it was not difficult to find employment under one of the many Continental branches, earning the respect of the fellow hotel workers for her abilities and eventually getting promoted to the position of a concierge.
As concierge of the Continental, Melissa is the right-hand to whatever manager is currently serving as head of that location, as appointed by the High Table. While she is not privy to management-exclusive secrets of hotel operations, she is nonetheless vital to keep the hotel running essentially as what it is meant to be - from the regular hospitality services to the additional activities they might offer their guests for the right fees, there is a lot that she oversees and deals with, with varying degrees of personal involvement depending on how legendary the guest is.
The fact that she has blood ties to the Welsh mafia is not a state secret - but it is not openly advertised and, given how far Melissa has moved to make a career for herself, that connection is rarely (if ever) made. Most of the times, her reputation derives from the excellent service offered and the obvious preference for customized jewelry, accessories and weapons - several of Melissa's items have honeybees or honeycombs engraved or carved into them and she seems to enjoy the associations to the Greek nymph who she borrowed the alias from.
Note: I don't know what to say - but I sat down to watch 'The Continental' (the show set in the same verse of the John Wick movies) and I just had to make a concierge!Melissa verse. It has been in my head for a full day and I just decided to unleash this gremlin variety on the dash to make it everyone else's problem.
I am using a mix of the movie and the show lore here and keeping her associated to a nondescript Continental; it doesn't even need to be a main one or under Winston's management (following Charon's death in JW4). It just made sense to me - Melissa's verses by default have her being a hostess and someone who derives a great deal of pleasure in connecting with people and making them feel welcome; it hardly felt like a stretch.
The main difference is that this is a Melissa that knows how to fight back; she would never win against trained/professional assassins because that's not her forte, but she's not as useless in a physical confrontation as 99% of her counterparts. It's also safe to say she's absolutely used to violence despite having a decent family (although one she doesn't see or visits frequently).
And although this is a verse rooted in John Wick lore, it doesn't need to be restricted to it! For any other purposes, she's just a concierge at a very unique hotel with surprising skills - either because she just doesn't want to pick up the family legacy as an outright mafia boss or for another personal reason that has driven her to the hospitality business. This is flexible and easy to be adapted as needed!
#ooc!#new verse#v: the Continental#who knew three random episodes#and some Katie gifsets as the adjudicator#would make me go this hard haha
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Reyna Guerrero / 25 / Seamstress
Beckett Guerrero / Old / Owner of Guerrero Travel Agency
Victor Guerrero/ 23 / Self Proclaimed Professional Jester
About the Guerrero Family:
Beckett never really thought about having any kids of his own for most of his life. As soon as he was able to, he moved out of Rosewood with such a quickness it's amazing he even packed. He needed to get away, needed to find some purpose or passion, anything to make him feel like his life hadn't been all about healing from his incident inside and out. So, with Nadine's help of course, he started traveling more, reading more, discovering more music wherever he went. He spent a few months in various places, sometimes with Nadine, sometimes without but either way, it was clear that their friendship was still (and still is) the anchor that holds him no matter how far he is.
Sometimes he felt like he was running away but eventually, somewhere between Amsterdam and Greece, he started to feel..different. He'd wake up in the morning and look in the mirror and he liked himself. Genuinely liked who he saw, what he felt, who he was becoming as he started to make more friends wherever he went. And soon followed his own journey with falling in love, having crushes, learning what it was like to actually be happy. Heartbreak of course came and went but there was no denying how happy he is whenever he's not in Rosewood.
And then Reyna was brought into his life.
During an extended vacation in Brazil, Beckett starting dating a woman who he later found out was already pregnant by the time they met. The father was out of the picture and Beckett surprised even himself when he decided to stay with her and support her through her pregnancy, which turned into staying through Reyna's first year of life. Eventually, Beckett and Reyna's mother separated but decided to remain co-parents for Reyna's sake and because Beckett truly couldn't imagine his life anymore without his adopted daughter in it. As Reyna got older, Beckett officially adopted her.
Reyna has always been quiet, private and incredibly curious. Spending most of her formative years in Brazil, she's mostly spent holidays and some summers in Rosewood. Usually visiting her grandparents without Beckett. She used to stress a lot about her parents relationship and went through a phase of wondering about her birth father but overall is probably closer to Beckett than her mother. She's always been grateful for the ways he's been there for her and tried to make her life full and exciting. It's why she's always trying to tag along with him. It was along these travels that she became mostly curious about different fabrics and always trying to have the best outfit for any occasion. Her aunt Nadine gifted her a sewing machine one Christmas and the rest was history. She currently works part time for Percy Finch and part time for her father at his travel agency.
Victor, however, was born to a set of Rosewood parents who gave him up for adoption at birth. He was in foster care until he was ten when Beckett adopted him. As good as Beckett's intentions were and as nice as it was to leave Rosewood, Victor struggled a lot with the change. Where his sister excelled at most things she did, Victor was the opposite. He was much like a younger Beckett, passionless and lost, just vibing his way through classes. What he liked most was making people laugh and throughout high school he was known for either being right on point or doing a bit too much into making people laugh. He begged his father to let him go to high school in Rosewood, certain he'd make his own name for himself. And he did, but not the way he expected.
He was everybody's favorite clown and prankster and whenever he would get suspended, he'd just hop on a flight with his sister and cause havoc elsewhere and Beckett is an absolute enabler of it all. He never actually enacts any consequences, despite all the parenting advice he gets. He recognizes how important it is to let Victor figure it out on his own time but it doesn't mean he doesn't worry. Victor, however, is mostly no thoughts and all vibes.
Per Reyna's suggestion though, the Guerrero's have decided to spend the Fall and start of Winter in Rosewood, despite Beckett's disagreement. But Reyna convinced him that it would be good for Victor, for all of the, finding that being their grandparents and childhood friends gave them more of a full family experience they didn't have growing up. That and she's tired of watching Beckett pour all of himself into work as his life just floats away from him.
All connections welcome!!! Esp if someone wants to be Victor's mysterious bio fam.
#chw2gen#beckett: eternally nadine's sugar baby LMAO#about reyna#about victor#2gen#this is long af and truly just me spitballin LOL
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So how do the Bridgertons meet their respective villains in this if Portia is trying to keep her kids and probably by extension, her friend's children away from the Bridgertons? I keep picturing them meeting at one of Lady Danbury's ball.
Just so there's no confusion this is the Villainess Portia Isekai AU that I'm working on with @daughter-of-sea-and-wisdom not the Modern Bridgerton Isekai AU.
Portia is very fortunate that her country house is located far from Aubrey Hall and that her friend's homes are all in the same area (though she does find it a bit ironic how most of the original villains live so close together). Even better is that Violet locates her family more permanently to London after Edmunds death.
Kate and Sophie make their debut in 1809 at the age of 21 and 18 respectively. Part of the reason Kaste waited so long was because her father died in 1805, two years before she had intended to debut. She had to deal with mourning her father's death and moving the family permanently to England as Bombay was where her father passed and the family needed a better space to grieve which was among their friends.
Portia then helps Kate take the reigns of her father's business, teaching her how to control things through the shadows. Simon volunteers to be the face of the company when really Kate is the one controlling things. Once things are settled though, Kate decides to debut so that there aren't any negative rumors swirling about her that could impact her family.
Originally Sophie intended to debut at 19 or 20 but she was insistent at not letting Kate go through her first season alone. The only downside is that Simon is not there as Kate and Mary finally convinced him to take his grand tour after he delayed it to look after his adopted family (Mary is like his second mother while Miles was the father he wished he had).
Kate and Anthony do cross paths during her first season at Lady Danbury's ball when Violet pushes him to ask Kate for a dance. Perhaps Kate would have found the Viscount more appealing had he not treated the dance like a chore (to be fair he'd been pushed to dance with so many young ladies that night that he lost count and just wants to go home).
So come the next ball Anthony and Kate are at, he once again is pushed by his mother to ask Kate to dance though this time his heads a bit more clear and he does note how pretty she is. Kate however, innocently comments that her dance card is full showing him her full card before excusing herself to check on Sophie. It's only later, when Anthony is riding home with his mother that he realizes that he hadn't seen Kate dance all night! And come to think of it, he didn't recognize any of the names on her dance card. She purposely lied to get out of dancing with him!
Kate's feeling pretty smug about the trick she pulled, not only because it ensured she could keep an eye of Sophie but also because it resulted in shocking the Viscount. No doubt the man was not used to being ignored. That smugness goes away when they arrive at the ball, only to find the Viscount is there surprisingly and the man triumphantly walks over to her to sign her dance card before she can write anyone in.
This goes on for the next few seasons, with some banter thrown in here and there. It's only towards the end of the 1812 season, when Anthony hears some men rudely calling Kate a spinster that he grows incensed and defends her her honor. It's also during this time that Anthony starts to think her might have stronger feelings for Kate but refuses to acknowledge them. Portia does notice however.
So imagine Anthony's surprise when come 1813, while supervising Daphne, that Kate is actually dancing with quite a few gentleman including the Duke of Hastings and there are whispers that the two have been close since childhood.
Benedict is off on his grand tour of Italy during 1809 so her doesn't really meet Sophie till 1811, when she's 20 and he is 25. Unfortunately, he happened to be a bit drunk that night so Sophie doesn't have the best impression of him.
Benedict does actually dance with her in 1812, during a masquerade ball and falls head over heels for her. Unfortunately, she takes a season off in 1813 when her adoptive brother George Crane and their best friend Michael decide to go on their grand tour, with Sophie being there to supervise her two trouble making friends.
As for the other Bridgertons, the two side actually fully meet during an outing at Hyde Park where Penelope nearly gets run over by Colin Bridgerton racing his brothers on horseback. Luckily Phillip manages to run over and pull Penelope away just in time as the two stumble to the ground. He's not to happy about Colin nearly running over his best friend and also the fact that the man seems to have no care for the foliage he destroyed!
Note: Colin got distracted from the race after seeing the lovely Miss Tilly Arnold (the original heroine of his story) laughing which causes him to not look where he is directing his horse and making the horse go faster.
Cue Anthony stepping in to apologize as Penelope's family and friends fuss over her, with the rest of the Bridgertons coming over to see what trouble Colin caused. Benedict thinks Sophie looks oddly familiar while Anthony wants to strangle Colin because Kate is looking at him very unhappily. Colin is apologetic but surprised to his charm not working on the young lady, who ignores him in favor of reassuring the young man next to her that she is fine. He's does note that she looks around Eloise's age, and her hair is a rather fascinating red color.
Of course Portia is freaking out about this and quickly hurries them away, thankful that they will be returning to the country in a couple days and Penelope will debut a few years later. Colin should be settled down with his original love by then leaving Portia to focus on her third daughter. She's not worried about her daughter finding a husband, as she is certain Philip and Penelope will end up together down the road given how close they are.
If only she knew that the one meeting in the park would alter the path she had planned for her family.
Cue 1813
Portia catches Anthony Bridgerton with his mouth somewhere it should not be.
As if that wasn't enough, Simon and Daphne are caught walking out of a maze together (unchaperoned!) with their clothes slightly rumpled which leads to both men challenging the other to a duel.
Eloise Bridgerton won't stop staring at Penelope, almost as if she's a puzzle she's trying to figure out (Portia doesn't want to think about how Eloise's gaze seems so sharp or how she looks at Penelope at times likes she's seen a ghost).
Colin has not made a move to start courting Miss Arnold.
And Violet is just sitting back and watching this unfold calmly, while Portia is panicking!
THIS WAS NOT HOW THINGS WERE SUPPOSED TO TURN OUT!!
Thanks for the ask!
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Decades Challenge 1319-1320
Family Tree - Likely contains spoilers if you're not caught up.
1319
[Jossy P. Lambard left, Annote L. Hops right]
Jossy is now an active two year old, she's quite a wild child and the harsh winter snow doesn't even phase her. Annote Hops, Ivette's little sister is now six and has been learning very quickly, she seems very quick witted and intelligent.
[Ginger Faremanne left, Ramzie Lambard right]
Ginger Faremanne spent her last days getting attention from everyone including little Owin and Jossy. When her last moments arrived the whole family gathered at Tillie's house to say their last goodbye. Although the family had recently lost Ginger, Besseta couldn't resist the urge to adopt a new puppy. She wanted Owin to have a companion growing up. She found a sweet little King Charles Spaniel named Ramzie. She also learned to pee outside very quickly, it took a little longer to learn not to play in the trash. She also has a fear of the outhouse.
[Henfrey A. Faremanne left, Roesia A. Faremanne right]
At only sixteen, Henfrey had over half of the girls in two fawning over him, but he hardly noticed, nor payed them any mind. Between being in love with Besseta, whom seemed in love with someone else, and being engaged to Ivette, he didn't have any interest in looking for other girl. Although his heart still longed for Besseta, especially after she moved out of the house Ivette filled his day with joy and she always laughed at his jokes. In another life maybe he would have been a court jester. Now thirteen Roesia has been making a lot of comments about how her marriage is going to raise her status and give her quite the glamorous life. Henfrey isn't sure what gave her the idea she would be marrying a lord or a king as none had ever visited their little town. She would be lucky if she married a town guard.
[Linet M. Faremanne left, Theobald H. Faremanne right]
Linet and Theobald had and absolute blast spending the summer with Henfrey, Besseta Roesia and Owin. Even though it wasn't all fun and games, and they had to help out with caring for the animal, garden and chores it was worth it. Linet being mean did cause a few mini arguments to happen but the bonds were mostly mended. She's not entirely sure she wants to get married, mostly because she finds the whole courting process tedious and boring. For his thirteenth birthday, Theobald promised himself that he would be getting a cat by his next birthday. He loved having Ginger growing up but had always had an interest in cats.
[Herve W. Gibbons left, Betan S. Tillot right]
In early spring, Warin Gibbon's son and heir, Herve W. Gibbons, died when a sudden and late freeze hit during the night. Betan, Heir to the Tillot family, reached the age of twelve. His lazy and erratic behavior worries his mother, as she feared he would become a burden on the household with his resistance to do most work.
[Edelin S. Hops left, Jasmin L. Ancret right]
Ivette's younger sister, Edelin turned twelve meaning she could now be courted, at the time she hadn't really thought anyone would be interested in marrying her. What she didn't know is since meeting her, someone had always been entranced by her beauty. Not to mention her outspoken personality makes her shine bright to the community. Only a few months before her eighth birthday, Jasmin and her father, Louve met Tillie at the local market. Before long she was becoming close friends with Tillie's daughters, Ninette and Jossy. She's also loves dogs dearly and keeps begging her father to adopt one, but he keeps telling her when she's older.
[Tillie F. Lambard left, Louve Ancret right]
Tillie and Louve met during the summer of 1319 and were married in Autumn. Although, Louve didn't really see the need to marry, he still did so that his daughter would hopefully have a secure future with a loving family even, if he wasn't there through most of it. Tillie didn’t mind caring for his daughter. After all having three children of her own and having cared for her brothers children for most of their lives, she was pretty much an expert at child rearing, they even decided to try for a child of their own.
[Bathia Church left, Brigete Church right]
In autumn of 1319, after many years in the service of the Church, the years seemed to be catching up with Bathia. Turning 30 was something many individuals never experienced and seeing their children marry was rare enough, but worse yet was knowing that her children had literally no prospects and might never get the chance to experience life outside the Abbey or Barracks. She never realized how selfish her actions had been until Brigete started fantasizing about her future.
[Sevana J. Gibbon left, Percevale E. Gibbon right]
Since her father, Warin Gibbon, died leaving no child old enough to work, no marriage arrangements for either of his daughters and no heir old enough to claim property, Sevana and her older sister, Josselyn, were left with no option but to move to the town Abbey. Their brother, Percevale, was sent to the “Home for Displaced Boys”.
[Sanson Knight left, Bartel Church right]
Sanson is Captain of the Town Guard and his duties include maintaining the Barrack and in extension the "Home for Displaced Boys." He oversees the training and care of all boys six years and older who no longer have a home, excluding the men who can't seem to find a match. Bartel is the pre-teen older brother of Brigete and son of Bathia Church. While he visits his mother and sister regularly, he has been living with Sanson for around half of his life and with no father in the picture, Sanson is the closest thing to a father that he has.
1320
[Besseta E. Lambard left, Vicente Macias right]
1320 started off with the wedding of Besseta and Vicente Macias, as a town guard the ceremony was pretty small but also well attended. Although desperately in love, for some reason their family didn't seem to be expanding. Perhaps however it wasn't a bad thing considering they had their hands full caring for Owin, Ramzie, all of their farm animal and Vicente's large garden. That didn't mean they were going to stop trying and occasionally they even hit the hay in the stables.
[Remonnet O. Hops left, Adalyn N. Tillot right]
In spring 1320, Remonnet Hops passed from an unknown heart issue shortly before his final daughter's due date. When Adalyn when into early labor her family wasn’t able to reach the doctor in time and both she and her daughter died. This left Remonnet’s three children and Adalyn’s three children without any parents. Since Henfrey and Ivette's marriage had already been arranged, Henfrey agreed that they could and should care for her sisters. Until the wedding, it was necessary for Ivette and the girls to live with and be escorted by Tillie anywhere they went. Tillie hadn't even hesitated to agree to the arrangement, she would do anything to help our her family.
[Nygel Deryk Tillot left, Nena Adalyn Tillot right]
Although the Hops sisters had somewhere to go, unfortunately, the Tillot siblings weren't as lucky. Ivette and Henfrey had discussed allowing the Tillot siblings to join them as well, but after speaking with Tillie, they had realized that the cost of caring for that many people was simply outside their means. Therefore, Betan and Nygel, were sent to the Barracks and their sister, Nena, was sent to the Abbey. This absolutely devastated Nygel and Nena as they had barely been apart since their birth. Tillie, Henfrey and Ivette had felt terrible, but it was the best thing for their own family. They did however visit town often and check in and drop off extra supplies they did have available.
[Josselyn E. Gibbon left, Ivette M. Hops right]
During the summer of 1320, Josselyn Gibbons turned twelve. She certainly doesn't have a confidence issue even if she is stuck in the Abbey with possibly bleak prospects ahead. At the end of 1320, Ivette reached the age of sixteen. Already married for a season, it came as little surprise that she also discovered she was likely expecting her first child. Henfrey was more then ecstatic to learn he probably had a baby on the way. Even with the happy news and situation, a tiny little piece of his heart shattered knowing the child wasn't made of pure love. Sure he loved Ivette but not in the exact way he loved Besseta. Together Henfrey and Ivette, would continue raising, Roesia, Edelin and Annote together while actively preparing for their own babies arrival.
NEW FAMILY: SIMMONS
Bio - Undecided
[Left to right: Gilebert Ancel Simmons, Charlot Avina Simmons, Avina Simmons, Wyot Simmons, Hue Wyot Simmons]
Hue Wyot Simmons - Born Spring 1289
Successful Lineage - Slob Ambitious Romantic
Avina Simmons - Born Winter 1290
Big Happy Family - Neat Childish Family Oriented
Charlot Avina Simmons - Born
Fabulously Wealthy - Spring 1305 Gloomy Materialistic
Wyot Simmons - Born Spring 1307
Neighborhood Confidante - Neat Squeamish
Gilebert Ancel Simmons - Born Winter 1314
Rambunctious Scamp - Active
Faremanne Lineage
Founder: Arthurius Faremanne 1284-1306
Gen One Heir: Henfrey A. Faremanne 1303-
This will be the last post before infants and is the last post of what I consider "Gen One." ;)
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haha this is my favorite thing, ABO MPREG, Jason/?
Jason Todd dies when he's fifteen and unpresented. He dies alone.
He returns to Gotham two years later, with a baby approximately 12 months old.
He's not the best parent but don't judge him. He's seventeen, he's trying his best.
Yeah, well, you will say. Why on Earth he would have came back to Gotham? He wasn't supposed to. Talia warned him off, his own experience warned him off. He wanted to get to somewhere safer. Star City was one of his dream destinations, actually. Maybe he could have met-cute with Roy Harper and they would share parenting tips.
Maybe Oliver Queen would adopt him.
But the smugglers who brought him into a New Jersey port took more than agreed amount upon completing the journey. And he would have fought them, if he could put Alex down.
But he couldn't, so he hadn't.
And hitchhiking to Gotham was more doable than to a city on the opposite coast that he never actually ever visited.
So yeah, he came back to Gotham, but it's temporary. When he gets on his feet, when he scrubs enough money. He will move.
First weeks, he barely survived, to be honest. He couldn't go back to the Manor (beside everything, another kid in need was living there, from what Jason heard; lost his mother, dad in a critical condition. And Bruce was ever the willing to open his doors to kids, especially if it played off his own trauma).
And no home, no job, no money, and no friends summed up to - nowhere to go.
Dick? Yeah, Dick gave him a phone number. Jason called it once, hit a voicemail. Now, no, he doesn't bother to try to remember the digits. Track him? And say what? Oh, hey, remember that kid your dad took in because he felt lonely you're gone? Yeah, can I crush?
That doesn't even mention the fact that Dick would tell Bruce, or ask whose baby it is or why Jason has it. Nothing that Jason would like to happen, to be honest.
And no, Jason wasn't completely antisocial. He knows people! He just let those connections peter out when he became Robin. And, his childhood friends are the same age as him, more or less, and have about the same amount of money.
So, no, yeah, first few weeks trying to find a shelter that could take in a teenager and a baby with the teenager being the baby's parent and for it not to end up as some kind of front... Don't ask him about those days. Seriously. Don't ask him where he got money. Or where was the baby when he was getting the money. He blacked out these memories for a reason.
He rents a room in an apartment with another single parent and his kid. Serhii, mid-twenties, and Sasha, nine, fresh-off-the-boat. The daughter is the most adorable bookworm Jason had seen, and the father still looking like whatever they were running from could catch up any minute. Though Jason asked whether that was a concern, assuring Serj that he could help if needed - but he needs to be prepared. Serj said that no, he's pretty much always like this now.
"It won't follow us here," he promises to Jason. "It was mostly a family thing anyway."
And yeah, Jason can't judge - they literally in the same circumstantial boat.
Why did he end sharing an apartment with a random guy? Well, first of all, Serj isn't some random guy, though he is a new acquaintance. Yeah, he will tell you this story later. It involves Jason trying to steal baby formula but ending up thwarting a robbery, coincidentally saving Sasha who went to a corner store to get some bread. No, he won't tell this story right now - see this white streak in his hair? This is literally because of this incident. Because Jason still was in a situation where he couldn't just put Alex down, but now he couldn't not fight, because there had been a nine years old kid with a gun to her head.
He literally has nightmares about this. He wakes up in a cold sweat thinking that he got her killed, his Alex, or both her and Sasha. He wakes up and still smells the copper in the air. If that gun got off at any point...
Second of all, Serj offered - said it's to make it easier to share the rent burden but he has a brother here in States, Lev, so if he really needed help in that department... No, Jason recognizes an open hand held out to help. And he was vary somewhat because new people always make him vary but. The only "strings attached" here was babysitting. And they have shifts for that! Serj working days, and now he can pick shift at the docks that start earlier and end up later, which means getting paid more. Now Jason takes care of making breakfast and checking if the bag is packed and all. Then, after Sasha is seen off to school by her "siblings" (step-siblings, as they told the teacher, because the ages didn't quite match, or the accent), Jason spends the day with Alex. It's mainly house work - you won't believe how many dishes a household as small as their, or laundry, or cleaning, could have everyday. Sometimes he and Alex do it together, while he talks to her or sings. They also read - Jason is amazing at doing the voices, thank you; well, Sasha says his Russian needs work but it's more about his pronunciation in general. They play. Sleep. Eat. Yeah, Jason is that person now, whose whole life revolves around a baby.
Then they go for a walk and to pick Sasha up from school. Sometimes they go to the park, sometimes for groceries, sometimes straight home.
Jason checks Sasha's homework. Supervises Sasha playing with Alex or reading to her. Makes dinner.
Serj comes back and they eat. After dinner, it's Jason time. Now, it's Serj's turn to do the dishes, clean, wash anything that needs washing, watch over the kids. (So no, Jason isn't repeating his mom's fate; even if you forget that he and Serj are very, very much not married, Willis would never help Catherine do any housework).
What Jason does for a living? Is he getting out in night to hustle, or crack some sculls, steal stuff?
Okay, fuck you. He has this old laptop and an account on that freelance website that doesn't yet require you to actually have legal identification or filing your taxes. The rates there are nothing to write home about, and topics are mind-numbing. But he is starting tentatively build his customer list. Makes a page on social media and an ad. It's - it's going to get better. He's not expecting to get millions from this. But as long as he can steadily built his portfolio... And figure out how to get his identity back without raising red flags, so he could take GEDs... And he can work legally. Find something better. With prospects. Who knows.
Jason hopes so.
What? Patrolling? What do you mean, patrolling? No, he didn't patrol as Robin. Those were cases. He is investigator, not a cop. Well yeah if he hears anyone crying out in distress, he will check. But mainly, what he was doing when he was Robin, was figuring out things. Like, new product on the ground, sold for unreasonably low prices: a new player carving up the already butchered pie? Someone lucking out robbing a drug den? Kid overdosed on party drugs. Where did they get them? Shelters are empty for the first time in ever in Gotham - who's taking homeless people and where they're holding them? And with Batman it was pretty much more of the same. Finding a serial killer. Finding a rogue ex-KGB agent and the mole among LEOs who were supposed to bring him in. Mad Hatter.
So no, he isn't hitting the streets to stop purse snatchers. Don't get him wrong, the purse snatchers definitely should be stopped, especially if they're not so much snatching as they hold a terrified grandma at a knife point. If he sees it, he is letting them know how to pick their targets better.
But he doesn't exactly go looking for it, no. Well, Batman doesn't either! He just makes you think he does. Because if you're a purse-snatcher and you see Batman, you know he is going to clock you out. Batman is a "see crime, stop crime" and Jason usually is the same.
Except for how he doesn't have much time for this nowadays. Call him selfish, call him cold-hearted. Whatever. He needs to work, he needs to sleep, he needs to be a father to Alex.
His career of crime-fighting vigilante is now more or less "see some shitty pattern emerging in the neighborhood, check it out, do as the situation unfolds". Sometimes it's calling tips to GCPD (once; it has been Two-Face, and Jason figured Gordon would bring Batman in on it). Sometimes it's sneaking into the gangster lair and messing things up enough they become paranoid and turn on each other (that particular plan took two months but boy did it pay off). Sometimes it's things like cops with a high rate of convictions who you have seen taking bribes and beating people who didn't so much as talked back, and you can't quite do anything. An anonymous tip doesn't cut it. Beating them up will make them suspect all the people who they have hurt and potentially turning on them with more vigor. It's something Jason can't do anything about, being just Jason but also having something to lose.
Maybe there is a good, non-violent, reliable and accessible way to get corrupt cops off the force but Jason is yet to find it. Yes, even Gordon won't do anything without evidence. And Gordon is not only a self-proclaimed "I'm the good one" cop, he's endorsed by Batman.
He thinks about gathering evidence, but he would need to tail them for a while, camera at the ready at all times. If he does more orders now and gives himself a week off, maybe. Maybe.
(he does end up doing exactly that; he catches them planting drugs, extorting sexual workers, getting paid off by drug dealers and peddlers of the stolen goods. He sends the footage both to Gordon and to the lawyer of a guy they busted. The arrest isn't overthrown. Guy is going to be standing up in court soon. Jason hopes his footage will help but he can't actually believe it)
(this thing, he thinks, needs him to go deeper. Get dirt on the hireups who cover those pale fishes. Get dirt on the politicians who cover those hireups. Get dirt on businessmen who cover the politicians. It won't be fast. He wouldn't be in time to help the guy on trial for bogus charges. But give Jason a break; he's this close to a mental breakdown anyway)
It's been a year. Alex is walking, she's potty-trained. She doesn't speak very well, or at all, mostly. Serj says it's okay. Kids learn to speak on their own pace, it varies. No, Jason isn't a failure.
Sasha gets more friends at school, but there are school yard enemies too. Jason teaches her how to throw a punch, how to break a hold someone has on you. But the worst thing for Sasha are people who laughing at her, in her face and behind her back. For her hair, for the way she talks, for, apparently, not having the latest Supergirl merch or saying that she likes Speedy better. Most likely, there's other stuff, but that's all what Jason got out of her.
"School sucks," Sasha grouses.
"Yes, it does," Jason says, making her hot chocolate, while internally screaming. It's not about him, after all; mileage differs.
Then Jason has his eighteen birthday and it's time. He leaves Alex at home, thankfully Serj has a day off. Jason would have liked to not come empty-handed (he was thinking about sending a first edition, like the ones he and Bruce and Alfred collected, once upon a time). But the reality is, he barely has money for new books for his kid, much less for something extravagant and pointless.
The best gift is himself anyway. And he baked.
He rings Manor's doorbell. The camera above the gates blinks at him. He waves.
In short, there is a lot of surprise, tension, distrust, taking his DNA and blood and making sure it doesn't turn into clay, for some reason (Clayface being the obvious suspect).
"Okay, so this is all well and good but I don't actually have much time left," Jason says in the end.
"What? Why?" Alfred - he doesn't gasp, exactly, he's too polite for that.
"I have people waiting for me, and I was actually here just..."
"Is it the League?" Bruce demands.
Jason blanches.
"No, it's not the League. Do you really think they, what, revived me to accept me as a honorary member?"
"But they did revive you," Bruce states.
Jason doesn't know if it's Bruce's intuition, deductive reasoning, or he has hard evidence - Talia wouldn't have told him, Jason bets. Though Ra's might have.
Ra's would have told him about the baby. Or maybe he wouldn't, just send someone to tape Bruce meeting Alex for the first time.
Jason doesn't know which is it, so he sidesteps it entirely.
"No, Bruce, it's not the League of Assassins. It's just people. You don't know them. It doesn't matter. But I am here because I need..."
"How long were you back?" Bruce interrupts.
"Back in Gotham or back to life? Okay, wait, don't answer this. Seriously. I wouldn't ask you about it if..."
"I do hope you know, Master Jason, that you always can come to us for help."
"Great, because I need Bruce's help to declare me alive."
So that's when they're finally stopped interrupting Jason because suddenly, everything goes silent.
"Is that why you revealed yourself to us?" Alfred asks gently.
Jason shrugs and nods.
"Look, I know you don't owe me anything, Bruce, and technically I guess I could do it by myself, but it would be so much easier..."
"Of course I do. Jason - you're my son..."
Jason shudders.
"No. Just. No. It's, uh, a nice thought. But. As you told me yourself, you're not my father. What word have you chosen? My boss? I don't remember quite well."
"Nonsense," Alfred says. "What's told in the heat of the moment..."
"But somehow what I said in the heat of the moment was..." Jason pinches between his eyebrows. It doesn't, in fact, stave off the headache. "It would be better in the long run if you got that adoption annulled sometimes between my death and two years ago. Uh. Three. Three years ago."
"Why on God's Earth it would be a good idea? My boy," Alfred takes his hand between palms. "If you don't think we cared, or didn't mourn you enough, or if another boy wearing Robin suit angers you... Please know that we had, deeply. Your father mourned you so much, he was starting to get into a very dark mindset. He needed someone to watch his back. And when a young man came along, just as your father got himself cornered, it was me who gave the boy your suit."
Jason jerks his hand back.
"I'm not hurt that you moved on. And I believe you cared. And no, I was not angry about Robin before - I guess I didn't want to do much needed introspection. Consider the implications. But yes. I am angry now. If that was my kid... Alfred, but do you even hear yourself speak? That's not a young man. It's a boy. He's sixteen now, right? So thirteen when he started? And I know it's the same age as me, and I know Dick had been younger. Now that I'm..." A father, he swallows unuttered. "An adult, I can't help but feel angry. At you, at Bruce, at the boy's parents, at the world where this sort of thing could be believably framed as necessary. I'm angry, and I will not discuss it with you. I will be going now, and here's my number."
He scribbles on a napkin.
"Give it to the kid. If he ever needs to talk - if Dick is still functionally a ghost and he has to settle for the bad Robin. He can give me a call."
He leaves as quick as he can. Bruce tries to stop him and Jason shoves him away, and then Alfred stops him.
And Jason should have expected not to expect anything, right?
It was a dumb idea, okay, laugh it off.
He will go to court next Monday.
He can't. He doesn't have anyone to watch Alex. He can't take Alex, the Social Services will take her away
No, they won't, and he can hire a babysitter by now.
But the Monday comes, and Jason doesn't go anywhere after dropping Sasha off.
Bruce ambushes him.
"This is your daughter," he says. Then he gestures behind their backs. "And that, I assume, is her step-sister."
"You work quick," Jason picks Alex up. "Did you trace my phone or tailed me from the Manor? It's the phone, isn't it."
In lieu of response, Bruce recites a mini dossier on Serj.
"I had half in mind to break his jaw and all of his limbs," Bruce says slowly, still keeping his hands in pockets, as though afraid he will start swinging otherwise. "But he's a beta. He's not the father."
Jason has twenty two responses to that and only two of them involve some variations of "fuck off and fuck you". He settles for a mild one.
"Me and Serj are living together, but we're not in relationship. I am saying this to save the time on dealing with your chivalrous alpha bullshit. But don't be mistaken, it's not your business. And you don't want to know who's the father, so don't go looking."
"Why? What will I find?" Bruce straightens up.
Jason - don't judge - doesn't know, exactly. Talia said it's better that he didn't know, and it is absolutely vital that Bruce didn't.
He has his suspicions. He ignores them and listens to what a woman much wiser than he is, says.
"Nothing," Jason says. "Because you're not going to look."
Alex begins to fuss and he has to put her down.
She largely ignores Bruce. Pigeons on the pavement are much more a valid focus of attention. With his birthday and mental preparations Jason had done for the trip down the memory lane, they haven't been in park for a week. That's where Jason is taking her.
Bruce is trailing along.
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MAGIC SHOP | JJK (02)
Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?
Alternatively,
“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”
Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, slow burn, pining, slice of life au.
Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader
Word Count: 3k
Warnings/Note: child abuse (physical and psychological/emotional violence) , psychological manipulation, infidelity.
SERIES: CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3
Your relationship with your father used to be a secret.
You were an illegitimate child and your mother was a mistress. Taemin obviously didn’t want the world to know about his dirty secret.
So he hid you.
He hid you from his wife and your siblings.
"Mom, is dad coming?" Seven year-old you asked. This was the question you uttered once a year.
Your father was never late with any of his appointments with you. He would always show up on time, sometimes earlier. But there's always that one day of the year wherein he was either hours late or he wouldn't come at all.
That day was your birthday.
You were four years old when your mother made you understand that Taemin couldn't stay at your house since he was busy with work. You didn't question this even though you wanted to know why.
Why couldn't he stay for more than an hour a day? Why didn't he kiss your mother or tell her he loved her just like what you saw husbands did in children's books and movies?
"He's not coming because he doesn't love us. He doesn't love you." Your mother was glaring at you as if it was your fault your father couldn't come to your own birthday party.
Everything was prepared according to his liking, even the food she cooked were his favorites. It was your natal day but it looked like your mother wanted to please somebody else.
It was never about you.
"That's not true! Dad said he loves me the most! I'm his princess—"
"Enough!" She slapped you right across the face, your cheek instantly turning red.
Your eyes brimmed with tears. You also didn't understand why your mother always acted so hostile. What did you do to make her hate you this much?
You followed everything she said. You didn't like sketching but your mother forced you to do it. She kept saying that you needed to be good at it so you could beat Sin-ae's daughter.
You didn't know it that time but your mom was actually referring to Soojin. The latter was a prodigy when it came to drawing. Your mother wanted you to surpass Soojin's talent since it was the only way to become the best architect.
She was wrong though. Being able to draw beautifully wasn't the key to succeeding in the mention field. It was only a bonus.
"You have to be the best if you want your father to stay with us. Do you understand, huh? Be a good girl so your father wouldn't have to look at Sin-ae's daughter." She caressed your cheek after slapping you.
"You can do it, baby girl. You are my leverage."
You were. Your father couldn't leave his obsessive mistress because of you. Your father loved you and didn't want to abandon you, but most importantly, he didn't want Sin-ae to know that you existed.
Your mother threatened Taemin that she would expose his infidelity if he tried to abscond from his responsibilities to you.
Taemin was a powerful person, unfortunately he couldn't control your mother. She was richer and stronger than him.
Your mother's only weakness was the love she claimed she felt for your father.
At this point, you didn't know if it was love. Did she really love your father or was she just lonely?
Was your mother scared to be alone? Just like you?
"I'm not going to leave you." You remembered seven year-old Jungkook's promise to you.
You were six when you first met little Jeon. He was the son of Jong-in, another influential architect.
Taemin and Jong-in were best friends. The latter was the only person who knew about your father's secret.
Jong-in knew you. He knew your mother as well. You lived in a small world after all. Jong-in and Taemin built Castle Architectural firm. Your mother was one of their investors.
She saw the potential of Architect Kim and Jeon, but it didn't end with that.
Your mother didn't just see Kim Taemin's potential. She also saw a future with him. She acted based on desire, ignoring the fact that Taemin was already a married man with three children.
Taemin didn't seem to mind the advances of your mother. In fact, he seemed to like it. Because if he didn't, then why were you existing?
Why did he fuck a baby into her?
He wanted this to happen as much as your mother did.
And now, they weren't the only one paying for the price.
You were paying too.
You were suffering because of them. You suffered abuse from your mother and at a very young age, you came to realize that people, no matter how many times they assured you they loved you, would still end up hurting you and breaking the promise they made.
"You are!" This was your response to Jungkook when he said that he wasn't going to leave you.
You two were seven years olds. What did you know about promises and keeping them? You drilled it in your head that Jungkook was just like your father. He would end up breaking his promise.
He was going to leave you too.
"You're a liar, just like my dad!" Tears cascaded down your cheeks.
You were very upset. Your father promised to take you to an amusement park, a simple way to make it up to you for not being able to attend your birthday party. Again.
The promise was made yesterday. Taemin told you to wear your favorite onesie because you were going to Lotte World with him and Jungkook.
Taemin was true to his words. You were at Lotte World with Jungkook, wearing your favorite onesie. However, the adult accompanying you was not your father.
Taemin said he had to work so he sent a nanny to look after you and your best friend.
You found it stupid and annoying. You wanted to spend time with your father. You missed him so much. He hadn't been home for weeks now.
"He keeps saying things he doesn't mean!" You sobbed, continuing your rant.
Jungkook was only staring at you using those innocent eyes. He felt bad. His little heart was shattering.
"I hate him! He doesn't love me!" You were slowly believing what your mother told you.
Were you hard to love because you weren't good enough?
"He doesn't love me." You said again and again. "I'm not a good girl. He doesn't love me—"
Jungkook pulled you into an embrace, cutting your absurd thought.
"That's not true. I love you.." His voice sounded genuine.
You sobbed once more, breaking the hug.
"Really?" The thing about kids was that they were easy to reassure. Buy them an ice cream and voila! They’re okay again.
Jungkook didn't give you an ice cream but you believed him. You guessed you love him too, and also because the stars in his eyes were enough to make you believe that he would never ever leave you.
Nineteen years later, Jungkook was still keeping his promise.
He stayed with you through thick and thin.
"We are baking cake today, Tiger." Jungkook announced.
He sometimes called you Tiger, when you asked him why, he simply said 'because I can.'
You stopped questioning his reasons a long time ago; however, you couldn't stop yourself today.
"Bake a cake? Why?" You creased your forehead.
"Because I want to." Was his answer once again, causing you to roll your eyes.
Why did you even ask?
"Do you know how to bake a cake?"
"Nope," he grinned. "But it won't hurt to try. I've read before that baking is a good way to relieve stress..."
Jungkook brought out an apron from the kitchen cabinet and then he went near you, carefully helping you to put on the garment.
He was standing in front you, buckling the D-ring neck that was on the apron. After that, he pulled you closer, your head hitting his chest.
Jungkook encircled his arms around your waist, reaching for the strap behind you as he expertly tied it.
"I can do it, Kook," you slightly pushed him away, chuckling.
He grinned at you.
"I know...but I want to help you."
Of course he did. Jungkook had always been thoughtful and kind. This was why he invited you to his apartment.
You had been staying with him since yesterday. Today was Saturday. You slept here last night. Jungkook didn't mind. He had a spare room and even if he didn't, he wouldn't mind you staying over.
He could always sleep on the floor.
Jungkook was used to sleeping in the same room as you anyway. You used to live in the same house together.
When Jungkook's father died, he officially became an orphan at the age of fifteen. His mother died giving birth to him so no one would look after him now.
All of his relatives were living abroad, this was why Taemin decided to adopt him. Jungkook didn't change his last name. He was still a Jeon. Taemin was simply his legal guardian.
Sin-ae didn't mind that there was an additional member of the family. She could never deny Jungkook since she also treated Jong-in as a dear friend. Besides, the Kims didn't have to worry about the increase of their expenses.
Jungkook was the only heir of Jong-in. The former would inherit his father's share at Castle. Taemin was Jungkook’s fiduciary guardian. He gave Jungkook his share as soon as he reached eighteen.
Jungkook tried to compensate Taemin but the latter didn't accept the money. Instead, he urged Jeonguk to work at Castle as soon as he graduated college.
Your best friend agreed. He could never say no to Taemin. He even stayed at the Kims' mansion despite having the ability to live on his own.
Taemin asked him to stay as per Soojin's request, but two months ago, Jungkook finally moved out of the house because Kim Taehyung, the third born son of Taemin, went back to Seoul after studying and working in New York for years.
"You wanna try baking banana chocolate chip cake? I have all the ingredients here," Jungkook was waiting for you to answer.
You shrugged nonchalantly, helping him prepare.
"Fine by me."
Jungkook asked you to prepare the wet ingredients while he took care of the dry ones.
"You think this is enough?" He was sifting flour.
You coughed.
"Kook! What the hell?" You covered your nose because he was tapping the strainer grimly.
"Oopss..." His lips curled up. "Sorry!"
He wasn't sorry. Not at all. You could tell he was doing this on purpose because instead of stopping, he only used more force while tapping the strainer.
"You ass!" Gritting your teeth, you grabbed a handful of flour from the bowl and started throwing it at Jungkook.
He stopped sifting the flour, eyes widening because of what you did.
"I-It's your fault! You're pissing me off!" You stammered.
You were supposed to be mad at him, but it was you who felt shiver running down your spine when he just stared at you.
Was he mad? Was throwing a handful of flour on his face uncalled for?
"I'm sorry—what the fuck." You hissed when Jungkook also threw flour on your face.
You ended up squinting and coughing because the powder went to your eyes and mouth. It tasted like shit.
"Jeon Jungkook!" You were so annoyed you threw flour at him again.
Jungkook bursted into laughter, clearly having fun.
You two ended up having flour fight—if this was even a thing.
You had to admit that though annoyed, you couldn't help the smile gracing your lips. You liked playing with Jungkook to the point that you didn't want to stop.
You were only forced to end the fight when someone banged on his door.
"Jungkook! Open up!"
Soojin.
You were certain she was on the other side of the door.
"Is that Soojin?" Jungkook furrowed his brow, the smile on his lips was slowly disappearing.
"Yeah. I think so..."
"Huh." He furrowed his brow more. "Did you invite her?"
You shook your head.
Jungkook shrugged. "Okay. I'll ask what she wants. Stay here..."
You nodded, frantically running towards the sink so you could wash your face.
You didn't know why your heart was beating fast or why you felt as if you had done something you shouldn't have.
Maybe you had.
It was the only reasonable explanation why Soojin was glaring at you, her jaw tensed because of annoyance.
"What the hell were you two doing? I've been banging the door for so long! Didn't you hear me!?" This was the first thing Soojin said the moment she took a step in Jungkook's kitchen.
She didn't like that you and Jungkook were staying under the same roof.
"I'm sorry." You bit your lower lip, trailing off.
You didn't know what else to say. You knew your sister. Her question was rhetorical. She would only get madder if you tried to reason out.
When she was pissed, all you had to do was shut up and take the shit she would give you.
"The door is literally a few steps away! I don't understand why you can't hear me!"
Soojin continued to rant as you watched Jungkook enter the kitchen. He instantly stopped your sister's mean remarks because he could feel that it was making you uncomfortable.
"Let it go, Soojin. We apologized, didn't we?"
But Soojin just scoffed. She was about to speak again; however, Jungkook cut her off.
"There's an apron in the cabinet. Wear it if you want to join us..."
You were surprised when Soojin didn't protest. Rolling her eyes, she stomped towards the hanging cabinet to get an apron.
"What are we making?" Soojin crossed her arms.
"Banana chocolate chip cake." You simply said.
Soojin nodded, refusing to look at you.
"I'll mash the bananas." When she said this, you were expecting her to peel the bananas and use a fork to mash them.
Soojin didn't do any of this. Instead, she threw the bananas in the trash bin.
"What? The bananas are overripe." She reasoned out when you and Jungkook groaned.
"It doesn't matter. We can still use—"
"I said I don't want overripe bananas!” It was her turn to cut what Jungkook was saying.
"There's a grocery store across the street. Go buy some bananas, Jungkook."
It was hard to fight Soojin. She would just continue insisting what she wanted until you relented.
Jungkook didn't have a choice but to follow your sister, leaving you in the kitchen with Soojin.
You were thinking how to break the ice when your sister suddenly spoke.
"You didn't go home last night..."
You stopped weighing the butter, your heart skipping a beat.
"Yeah. I stayed the night here..."
Soojin clenched her jaw and you wondered if you should have lied instead. It looked like she didn't like your answer.
"You know, dad asked where you are and I told him you were in your room, working..."
Silence.
"I told him not to disturb you. You're obviously still moping because of what happened yesterday..."
You didn't know what to say. You knew you should be thanking her. Your father was strict. Jungkook was a friend, yes, but Taemin would go feral knowing that you were out here, doing God knows what with a boy when you should be in your own room, working and fixing your mistakes.
"I covered for you because I care about your feelings." She scoffed once again. "But it turns out you don't care about what I feel, huh?"
"Soojin..." You called. "What are you talking about?"
Why was she getting mad at you? You covered for her countless times! Meanwhile she only did the same for you once.
"I'm saying I like Jungkook, sister." She confessed, emphasizing the word 'sister.'
Your heart sank, face growing pale.
"Y-You like...Jungkook?" Saying this felt like a stab in your chest.
"I've been in love with him since we were sixteen. I tried telling him how I feel but I can't do it because of you." The way she said this made you feel like it was your fault.
"Me?" You blinked, shocked.
"Yes. You..." She inhaled deeply, like she was trying hard to stop herself from lashing out on you.
"You were always with him. I can't find the perfect opportunity to tell him the truth because I feel like you're preventing me!"
"Soojin..." You tried to reach for her hand but she swatted it away.
She was upset.
"I'm sorry..." You apologized. You honestly had no idea why you're saying sorry.
You guessed you felt bad.
She was right. You were always with Jungkook, always monopolizing his time that you didn't realize that you were hurting Soojin—preventing her happiness.
"I don't need your sorry. I need you to stay away from Jungkook for a while. Can you do that, huh? Will you let your sister confess first?" Just a few breaths ago, she was swatting your hand away, but now, she was taking it, gently stroking the back of your hand.
"Please? I'm not saying that you should stop being friends with him. I get it. You met him first. You were friends before I came into his life....but please, please give us time and space. I really, really like Jungkook..."
Soojin was looking at you as though she would die if you didn't say yes.
So yes.
You said "Yes. I won’t stop you from telling him how you feel..." just to make her happy.
Soojin's happiness mattered to you.
You could live without Jungkook for a while.
She couldn't. She had waited long enough.
It was her time to be with him.
You were allowing this.
You were allowing her to be happy with your best friend.
"Yay!" Soojin embraced you. "Thank you, sister!"
You smiled and hugged her back, reminding yourself that you made the right choice.
After all, it should always be family first, right?
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Spoilers: Law & Order: Conviction (2006), Lead, Ripped, Venom, Fault, Informed, Infiltrated, Philadelphia, Florida, Screwed, Paternity, Inconceivable, Undercover, PTSD, Perverted
Trigger warnings: alcohol, references to death, casual sex, murder, pregnancy, childlessness, adoption, PTSD, nightmares, dissociation
Evocations: XIX
If there is only one thing to know, it is this: The woman who exited Witness Protection in 2006 was not the woman who had once been the sharpest Special Victims Unit ADA in New York.
The death of Valez and the extradition of Connors that had permitted her freedom from anonymity also left Alexandra with a life bitten ragged around the edges. Her relationship with her father was never the same; as grateful as he was that his daughter was alive and well, the knowledge that Darcie had gone to her grave thinking Alex was dead was a deep scar to bear.
Everywhere she looked, there was a life she had begun building and then abandoned like a child grown bored of a toy. In Wisconsin, there had been Greg, in her second placement, another man left behind like Alex was some mythical creature they outgrew as they slumbered.
Only men, however - never another woman. It was an edict that had written itself beneath Alex's skin, without deliberation or protest.
She returned to Manhattan without much thought as to whether it was the best idea. It was where she had started her career, so logically it was where she had a professional reputation; not many strings had to be pulled to get herself up and running again. Bureau Chief Cabot had a fine ring to it, even if she did have to supervise a group of newbies chomping at the proverbial bit.
But make no mistake - it was as far from SVU as Alex could get. The soft, hopeful blonde that had dreamed of a life with Olivia Benson, who had grown up privileged and hungry for everything she could get from the world was no more. The Alexandra who resettled in Manhattan was buttoned-up, distrustful, and in it for the win rather than the moral high ground.
The new Alexandra was a woman who used sex to satisfy her need for contact and not much more; who chose her relationships for ease of placement, not depth. When she got lonely she had flings, and when one of those flings turned into an engagement, Alex shrugged and kept up appearances.
She had been Bureau Chief a little over a year when the phone calls started coming. The number she didn't recognize, but the voice on the message had turned her insides into a hot, riotous mix of desire and anxiety.
"Uh hi . . . Alex. It's Li - Olivia. I'd heard you've been back, so I wanted to call and see if you . . . how things are going. Call me back . . . if you want, y'know. You can use this number. Bye."
Olivia's voice on that first message was hesitant, nervous, fumbling. Alex heard all of the unspoken questions holding space between the carefully chosen words: How long have you been avoiding me? Are you okay? Have you forgotten me? Alex let the message sit for a week before deleting it in a moment of weakness, locked in her office drinking bourbon and letting her fingers dance over the phone receiver in entertainment of the idea of calling Liv back.
The second message appeared about two weeks after that.
"Alex," it began, and the put-on confidence made the blonde wonder if Olivia was drinking that time, herself. "Please just give me a call and let me know you're okay. I'm not looking to impose myself on your life."
As cold as it seemed . . . as it probably was, Alexandra still didn't pick up the phone. The illusionary distance that was still between herself and Liv was the only barrier that held firm her new persona. The Alex who didn't want to feel, didn't want to get too close to anything - not people, jobs or cases.
Next it was Elliot who called. Alex had wondered if they were still sleeping together as she listened to Elliot's low voice skirt the boundary of anger and pleading. Had Olivia asked him to call, or had he called on his own after a couple months of watching Liv gaze hungrily at the phone?
Either way, Alex still wasn't swayed. Her career as Bureau Chief ADA plodded forward, and the only time she spoke with Olivia was in her dreams. Another year passed that way, with the calls coming less and less often. Alexandra ended her engagement along the way - an act of mercy, she told herself.
Then another year, until at last she had been out of Witness Protection for three. She couldn't have known that the next time the phone would ring, it would be Jack McCoy. He, too, was asking her to walk directly back into Olivia Benson's orbit - just not for the same reasons.
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On the morning that Alex had left her for a second time, Olivia rose and for just the briefest moment thought that maybe things would be easier. She was quick to realize that, like a slip in quitting any addiction that consumes you, giving her up a second time would be even harder.
Liv put her heart into the work, and bit by bit, the year started to pass.
Then, on a cool evening in October, Olivia opened up her apartment door to find Elliot on the other side, eyes red-rimmed and temples pounding. Just hours before, he had attacked a man for abusing their son. She had no idea where El had disappeared to after that.
Liv hadn't yet had the need to seek out the weight and intensity of Elliot's body since her night with Alex. It had been at least seven months since they had slept together - but she secretly doubted it would ever make a difference. They fit together like two halves of a whole when it came to seeking out this sort of comfort. Soon, they were once again sleeping together as a means to dull the sharp edges of their pain.
The first year that Alexandra was back in Manhattan was such a whirlwind for Olivia that she couldn't have contacted her even if she had been aware of the ADA's presence. Right on the heels of discovering Finn's son had a half-brother that was a murderer, there was the Gitano case - the aftershocks of which were felt long into 2007.
"What about me?" she had murmured to Elliot, but it wasn't their falling into bed together she thought of - it was bigger than that.
She had already lost the love of her life twice over. Elliot was the only solid, steady thing left - the person she could trust, talk to or fuck easily, in equal measure. He kept Olivia anchored in a life where everything else seemed unmoored. If the threat was for that, too, to be taken away then Olivia would do it herself, and first: self-punishment as self-control.
In Oregon, sneaking around in the Hartnells' house, Liv wondered if Alex'd had as much trouble staying within the lines of her new life, back in Wisconsin. Perhaps Olivia was destined only for a singular life, no matter where else events lead her, because that singular life was right where she landed back in the city in 2007.
Right before she took off to Philadelphia, seeking out the brother that was no more than a DNA fingerprint, Liv had finally picked up the phone to call Alex - hoping, in part, that Alex would try to talk her out of it.
The phone never rang.
Philadelphia was a disaster.
Olivia's brother, a fugitive and maybe a rapist, was gone. She was drinking more frequently again, and rage-fucking her partner at every turn. Elliot's concern got him calling after the aloof blonde next, but she remained unmoved.
Summer began to bleed into Fall. Finn's nephew got away with murder, Liv's brother was innocent after all, and, after taking more than two years to sign his divorce papers, Elliot found himself back home with Kathy.
Not prime parent material.
The phrase went around and around in her head after the meeting with the adoption agency. After Olivia first absorbed the news that Kathy was pregnant, she had moved quickly from surprise, to confusion, to jealousy.
Two and a half years, she had fucked Elliot relentlessly, letting him fill her with abandon, no fear of consequence. Not once had they used so much as a condom, and yet Liv hadn't even had a period late enough to raise questions. One night, and Kathy had caught pregnant like it was a common cold.
Elliot Stabler Junior's birth was as inopportune as his conception. His mother lay in the hazy veil between living and dying, while Olivia clutched his tiny body between her own and a foil blanket. When the dust settled, Liv took stock of things - Alex's not calling, Elliot's readymade family, Simon's drama - and decided that it was time for her to build her own family.
But the dream had been short lived. As the agency had put it, she was not prime parent material.
"Any way you want to do it, I'll support you," Elliot had told her, but what could she say?
How could she tell him that she wished his accidental pregnancy had been hers? She would not invite him back into her bed while he was at home. So she forced herself to smother everything that Eli's birth had stirred in her, and turned back to the work to escape the pressing weight of her loneliness.
Perhaps, she told herself afterward, it had been for the best, as she spent the better part of 2008 struggling with PTSD that nobody knew existed. All through Summer and Fall, Olivia had soaked her sheets again and again with the nightmares that replayed Lowell Harris's face. She suffered the flashbacks, the dissociation, alone into November, when still just her therapy group knew.
That was, until she nearly blew Dominic Pruitt's head off. It was the alarming culmination of nine months that had seemed more full than usual of baby and pregnancy cases.
"I want you to take some personal time off," Cragen told her, and Liv listened - not because of the threat of noting her jacket, but because he was the closest she'd ever known to a father.
The elderly gentleman who met Olivia on the sidewalk in front of his tidy bungalow gave her exactly the look she expected. Grinning, she lowered her sunglasses at him.
"Thank you for meeting with me! She's gorgeous!"
'She' was a pristine black Mustang that sat at the curb looking like a misplaced relic out of a greaser's fantasy.
The owner shook hands with her politely, still eyeing her as though he was being played a fool. "That she is! Took better care of her than my wife these last 20 years." He sniffed and chortled, trailing off as he remembered Liv was also a woman.
But Olivia wasn't listening - already pacing the perimeter of the stationary car, eyes twinkling and her heart pounding, in a good way for once. Careful not to touch anything, she came as close as she dared, eyeing the windshield, the tires, lights, interior. Clean, shiny, perfectly intact - the Mustang was a dream; Liv nearly salivated at the perfection of it.
"You wanna take a look at th'engine?" the man broke into her appraisal.
"Can I?" Liv breathed, excited, and it seemed to settle the old man some.
He popped the hood and allowed her to gaze her fill. Like the rest of the vehicle, the engine was practically spit-shined to gleaming.
"Incredible," Liv praised.
"Mm. Lois says I gotta let'ter go, and accept the fact that I look like a perfect fool driving it nowadays."
"I'm sure that's not true."
"Nawp," he shook his head, rhyming the word with 'top,' "nawp, she's right - I just don't like admittin' it. So, if you like her, she's yours."
Olivia was struck with a sudden pang of guilt. "Are you sure you don't want to leave it to a grandchild instead?"
The man raised a furry eyebrow at the brunette's sudden reluctance. "Got no grandchildren to speak of, so . . . likely not," he shrugged at last.
Liv nodded, understanding better than he might've realized. She didn't have the wife she had thought she would, or a child she had imagined would complete the picture. What she did have was enough cash in her savings to purchase a house in the suburbs outright, and a craving to get away.
"Then I'd love to take care of her," she told him with a smile.
"C'mon inside then, and I'll sign the pinks. Don't mind Lois," he added, "she'll no doubt want to make you eat somethin' . . . " He kept chatting as he headed up the walk, and Olivia could feel her pulse fluttering in anticipatory delight as she followed.
Fifteen minutes later, when Liv touched the convertible for the first time, it felt like grabbing a live wire. She dropped into the driver's seat with the pink slip in one hand, the feel of the leather almost indecently slick.
The man stood grinning at her from the curb, then tossed her the keys in a high arc that Liv caught easily. "Where're you gonna take her?" he asked, and she knew he meant more than just where she lived.
The engine purred to life like a cat rising from a satisfying nap, and Liv slid her sunglasses back into place. "Somewhere nice and warm," she smiled. "What's her name?"
The man blushed like she had just unexpectedly flirted with him. "Oh. Well, uh - " he rubbed the back of his neck shyly, "you should call her whatever you want."
"Forty-four years is a long time to have a name. She deserves to keep it," Liv insisted.
He straightened and pushed back his shoulders. "I used to call her Miz Dolly," he confessed. "After Missus Parton."
Olivia patted the dash. "She'll be in good hands," she told him. "Come on, Dolly." She pulled away from the curb and was on her way, giving the old man one last honk as she headed out of the neighborhood.
All that was on her mind then was open road and places far from Manhattan Winter. She couldn't have known, then, that in just three months Alex would be making another appearance in her life.
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You can read more about Law & Order: Conviction here if you are curious about how I worked canon into my timeline! - M
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Turn for the Better
Someone To Stay Ch. 1
Spencer x fem!reader
Spencer POV:
I open my eyes and glance around the room. It's darker than I remember. I must have fallen asleep reading on the couch again. I glance down and see a pile of books on the rug. Oh yeah...I only made it through about four books this time before I nodded off. I sigh in frustration that I'm awake. Might as well get up I suppose.
I wander into the kitchen and pull open the fridge only to be met with a jar of peanut butter, week old left overs, and a half empty jug of juice. Next.
I try again with the pantry. Almost completely bare. I guess this is what happens when you stop going to the grocery store. I settle on a cup of apple juice and a bag of chips... better than nothing right?
I slump back down onto the couch and pull my green wool blanket over me. As I stare up at my ceiling, as I begin to let my mind wander. But this was dangerous territory. I have to keep my mind occupied, I just have to. So I quickly sit back up and turn the TV to one of my favorite Dr. Who episodes. They say that anxious people re-watch the same shows because they find the familiarity comforting. I could definitely understand the feeling.
It was the weekend, which meant I wasn't called into work. Cases had been slow lately, as we spent quite a bit of time doing paperwork back at the office. Unfortunately for me, this meant less distractions. Distractions were good. Distractions were necessary. They are the only way I make it through the days anymore.
Things had finally returned to normal for me back at work. I was going into the field, and it felt like my coworkers were no longer tiptoeing around me. I hate when they do that, and it bothers me more than any amount of teasing ever could. I'm not so delicate, so easily breakable. Look at everything I have been through, everything I have endured. Yet here I am, still alive, still doing my job. I didn't need to be babied. So it was a relief when I felt the regular rapport I shared with my friends return. They had gone back to the sarcastic remarks and silly nicknames. I was grateful for it. They did, however, continue to check up on me. This was something that I did appreciate. They've seen me go down a dark road once before. I have no intentions of ever returning. I was stronger than that... I think. All I know is I have held on this long without resorting to any unhealthy coping mechanisms.
Coping mechanisms...oh how I wish I had something to make the healing process easier. Having a fairly empty social calendar left me alone often. Normally I would find comfort in the peace and quiet of my solitary apartment, but not quite so much lately. I couldn't very well make plans to go out, and I wouldn't even know how to begin to do that. Who would want to hang out with me right now anyways? I'd be a damper on the fun, and everyone knows it. That's probably why my friends stopped inviting me to the nights at the bar.
There I go again, letting my mind slip into a dark hole of anxiety. Its not a safe place to be. I quickly turn my attention back to the show in front of me, letting it drown out all other thoughts.
The ring of my phone quickly draws my attention away. Finally...another case! I jump up to answer, seeing the name on my screen: Derek Morgan. That's odd. Usually Hotch or Garcia call to notify us of a new case.
"Hello?" I answer, confusion lacing my voice.
"Pretty Boy! Buzz me up!"
Well now I'm even more confused. Derek never comes to my apartment. I quickly press the button letting him into the building and opening my apartment door, waiting for him to arrive.
As he comes up the stairs, he gives me a grin shouting, "Come on man! Get dressed. We're goin' out!"
I roll my eyes and retreat back into the apartment, Derek close behind me.
I sink back onto the couch, my eyes glued to the television as I tune him out.
"Aw c'mon. Don't be like that. How long have you been sitting there watching TV? Have you done anything else today, at all?"
I don't answer, I don't even look at him.
"Oh, let me guess. You've been reading all day, huh?"
"Wow, can't get anything past you huh?" I say dryly, regretting my tone as soon as the words left my mouth.
"Alright that it. You've been cooped up in here too long. Like I said before, we're going out. And I'm not taking no for an answer" he says sternly, raising an eyebrow at me.
I finally look up at him as I roll my eyes.
"You know I can kick your ass right?" Derek smirks.
"Fine" I concede. "Well...where are we going? I don't know what to wear unless you tell me what our plans are."
"Don't pretend you don't wear the same fancy button ups no matter where you end up going."
I let out a small laugh...he's got me there.
"Dinner at Rossi's. I know pretty boys are high maintenance but, hurry up or you'll make us late!" I smile at the nickname. Same old Derek.
Y/N POV:
You let out a sigh of relief as you watched your coworker approach you, ready to receive report. It had been a particularly busy shift, and you were ready to get some much-needed rest. You walked to each patient room, giving Clementine summary of the day and the latest updates on labs and vital signs. You stepped into each room with her, checking one last time to make sure each of your patients was doing well and didn't need anything else before you left. Normally you and Clem would spend some time catching up and making jokes, but she could tell you were tired and needed to be home more than anything. You wished her good luck on her shift as you made your way to the break room. After putting away your stethoscope and the large collection of pens, pencils, and markers you kept in your pockets, you finally headed towards the elevator to leave for the day.
You opened the door to your apartment to be greeted by your dog, Juneau. She was a rescue you adopted a few months back. She still needed to make progress, but she had really warmed up to you and your friends and seemed much more comfortable in her new home. After feeding her dinner and taking her for a short walk, you heated up a quick frozen dinner and sunk into your couch. Curling up in your blanket, you spent a few minutes browsing through different streaming services only to land on The Office, as usual. Your mind drifts to what your next few days might consist off. You just so happened to land 4 days off in a row, but you had no idea how you would spend your time. You glanced down at your phone as it lit up. It was your Uncle Will.
"Hey, whats up!" you chimed, glad to hear from your favorite uncle.
"Hey, (Y/N). I'm actually calling to invite you to a dinner some friends of mine are having tomorrow night. I know your schedule is real busy. But I haven't seen you much since you moved up here to Virginia! I know you haven't met many people here yet, but I think I can help you make a start. "
The kind gesture made you smile. You had always been fairly close with your father's side of the family. He had grown up in Louisiana and met your mother at a college in Texas. You spent your childhood in Houston but frequently visited the Cajun half of your family. Uncle Will had moved away once he fell in love with Jenifer Jareau, his now wife, and you hadn't seem much of him the past few years. But as luck would have it, your nursing career had lead you to a hospital in Fredericksburg, VA. You felt extremely lucky to have family nearby, or else you would have been completely alone. But sometimes you still felt that way, which is why you were so grateful for his offer.
"That actually sounds great! I am off for the next four days, and I didn't really have anything planned. Who will I be meeting at this dinner?"
"Well it's some of JJ's coworkers. They're like a second family to us, and I know they'll be just as welcoming to you. I already told them you moved up here, and they've been begging to meet you."
"Aww I can't wait to see Aunt JJ and my sweet little cousin, Henry! Its been so long since I came to visit you guys. I think Henry was barely two years old the last time I saw him."
"Well we all hope to see you a lot more now that you're here. You're like a daughter to us, Y/N. You are welcome to visit any time you like. I know nursing is a stressful job, and it can take a toll. Its important to have family and friends around you when things get tough." You could hear that this was a genuine offer and you fully planned to take him up on it in the future. Being alone in a new state was taking its toll.
"So where and when should I plan to meet for dinner?"
"I'll text you the address real quick. Everyone is planning to meet around 6. It shouldn't be too far of a drive. It's one of JJ's coworker's houses. David Rossi. He's a real easygoing guy, and he loves cooking for everyone. He loves meeting new people even more, so you should feel right at home!"
"Sounds like a fun time. Thank you again for thinking to invite me. I'm really looking forward to it!"
"Alright boo, talk to you later."
You smiled at the pet name used by the entire Louisiana side of your family. I guess the north had yet to steal his southern roots. You hung up the phone. You finally had plans. It would be nice to talk to someone who wasn't a coworker. It would also be your first excuse to dress up since moving and starting your new job. Too excited to wait, you jumped up from the couch and began to rifle through your closet for something to wear. You didn't want to be too over or underdressed. You grabbed a black spaghetti strap fit and flare dress and throw it on with some black panty hose, a lightweight maroon cardigan, and some black heels. You snapped a quick photo in the mirror and shoot a text to Aunt JJ.
Y/N: Apparently I'm joining y'all for dinner tomorrow night...is this too much???
Aunt JJ: I heard! I can't wait!
And oh my goodness, no! You look gorgeous! It will be perfect.
Also...Henry is so excited to see you!
You smiled, more confident in your choice. Aunt JJ had great taste. You had only had the chance to meet her in person a couple times, but the two of you had clicked right away and stayed in touch over text and Facetime. Sometimes she felt more like the sister you never had.
Starting to feel the effects of your particularly difficult shift, you start to get ready for bed. You wanted to be well rested for tomorrow. You say goodnight to Juneau and crawl into bed, snuggled under all the blankets. You fall asleep with a smile on your face, with the feeling that things in your life are about to take a turn for the better. You couldn't explain it...but somehow you just knew.
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the perfect gift | benxfem!reader
summary: the first time ben is meeting your parents, and you are nervous. but not as nervous as you are to give ben his present
warnings: intense fluff so prepare yourself coz ben is a d o r a b l e in this
based on two prompts: "that's what your wearing?" and "i tested positive"
word count: 4.5k
thought i'd do a little christmassy themed oneshot considering it was ... yakno... christmas; it’s been in my drafts for a while so there’s no better time than the present (no pun intended😊) i had fun writing this so i hope you have fun reading it! :)
Christmas had always been the same; through the 27 years of your life, you stuck to your traditions. You would always spend the time with your whole family, with the traditional Christmas roast and gift-giving. You loved it; you were extremely close with all your family, and spending time with them was always cherished since it only happened twice a year. However, there was one part that you couldn't stand. The worst part of it all was the fact that every year you were the only adult who was yet to find a relationship. All your siblings, your parents, aunt and uncles, grandma and grandpa, even some of your older cousins; they were all coupled up. You had even tried to convince them one year that you had finally found yourself a man; of course, you had simply bribed your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for the one day. He, however, was not as good of an actor as you thought he would be - caving in after only 3 hours in the household by accidentally spilling that he was in fact gay.
Though, this year you didn't have to pretend; you had finally found a man who you truly loved. He was the spitting image of what you considered perfection and you were sure he was the one. You and Ben had taken your relationship quite quickly, you had only been together for 10 months and yet you had already moved into a house together and adopted a small puppy. Though, you didn't see it as a particularly bad thing; you knew for certain that he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, the man you wanted to start a family with, grow old with. And you were also pretty certain that you were that woman for him; I mean, that's what he told you every single day. Every morning as you sat around the table to eat your breakfast; every lunch time when you'd facetime him from the office; every evening when you were snuggling in bed and he just had to mention it, which of course often led to more. You were absolutely hooked onto him, like a baby to a bottle; you simply couldn't resist him. So showing him off to your family was assuredly what you were most looking forward to this Christmas. You had already met Ben's family, and so it was now his time.
The two of you were about to leave to drive down for Christmas Eve, and the nerves were beginning to set in; what if they didn't like Ben? What if they thought you were both moving too fast? What if the nieces and nephews didn't want to play with him? What if they all took one glance at Ben and thought he could do better? You saw Ben as an angel, but you didn't know about them; after all, your mother had always wanted the perfect step-son. She had been pretty adamant about it from the start. Nevertheless, you brushed the nerves off and paid attention to curling your hair. Your concentration was broken, however, by the sight of Ben entering the bedroom in the reflection of the mirror in front of you. You grinned widely at the sight before you, or rather behind you, as the strapping blonde man strode in wearing what you noticed to be a rather formal suit considering the fact you were only attending a Christmas dinner with your family. In fact, it was extremely formal considering the fact you were only attending a Christmas dinner with your family; meaning you couldn't help but giggle.
"That's what your wearing? Baby, we're going to my parents for Christmas, not a wedding!"
"What? I wanted to impress them!" He exclaimed rather seriously, which made you chuckle before standing up off the little stool to walk towards him to give him a small peck on the cheek; which funnily made him blush like a madman. That was something you loved about Ben; he seemed like every day he saw you was as if he was seeing you for the first time again. Somedays, he acted like a horny teenager who couldn't resist your touch. Other days, he acted like you were made of glass, as if you were the most precious, fragile thing on the earth which led to being peppered with little kisses and hugs of every form whenever he saw you. And other days, he acted like he was made of glass, and would blush or smile every time you even placed a gentle finger on him; and you had a strong feeling, this was one of those days. "I mean, what if they don't like me, or they don't think I'm good enough for their daughter? What do we do then? Because I love you, I really really love you and I want to spend my whole life with you but I can't do that if your family doesn't like me because-“
"Baby, I know they're going to love you, okay. Maybe not as much as I do, but trust me; my mum is going to take one look at you and she'll treat you like the son she never had. You look gorgeous, and as much as I am admiring the way you look in this suit, you need to change. Swap the shirt and tie out for a tshirt, and the tapered pants for some of your nice jeans." you encourage him, stroking his upper arm lightly and smiling up at his face which looked extremely defeated. You could sense the anxiety emanating from his body, he was just as nervous to meet your parents as you were for them to meet him. But you didn't tell him that, because you didn't want to worry him anymore than he already was. He simply nodded, taking a deep breath and unsleeving his arms from the blazer so that he could unbutton his shirt. You pushed his hand out the way and did it yourself, after seeing the way his hands were pretty much shaking. He still preoccupied himself, beginning to pull his trousers off to fasten the pace, as he knew you needed to set off soon to make it in time.
Once he was dressed in more appropriate clothing, which you deemed suitable for a first impression, you were finally able to leave for your parents. The car journey over there was a little less stressful, as Ben had began to calm down and forget all about his little moment in the morning. However, as you stood outside your parent's house, your own nerves began to set in. You had arrived a lot later than you expected to, having been stuck in traffic for a lot of the journey. Your hand trembled as you went to ring the doorbell, Ben stood a step behind you so that your parents would be able to greet you first. The door swung open after a few seconds, revealing the bright cheery face of your mother.
"Darling, hello! It's lovely to see you! Come in, come in!" she cheered, stepping to the side to allow you and Ben to enter. You gave her a warm hug as you walked in, in which she responded with a small kiss to your temple. Your father entered the room too, a smile emerging on his face, and you couldn't help but laugh as you noticed the apron he was wearing; it was the same one he wore every single year, with an awful christmas pun which to be honest was not a suitable apron to wear around children.
"Mum! Dad! I've missed you so much! Sorry we were late - the traffic was awful" you squealed, pulling your dad in for a hug as well, until you looked to the side to see Ben standing there incredibly awkwardly as you greeted your parents. "Mum, Dad, I'd love for you to meet my boyfriend, Ben"
"It's nice to meet you, Mr and Mrs LN. Thank you for having me, especially during a time which is meant for spending time with family" He greeted, holding his hand out to shake my fathers, but rather he pulled Ben in for a hug. You then realised you had completely forgotten to mention to Ben quite how open and friendly your family were, meaning he had quite a shocked reaction to the sudden embrace.
"Please, call us Lydia and Michael. And you are part of this family Ben; any friend of YN's is a friend of ours, lovie. Now why don't the two of you head up to your room and settle down - that way, you'll be awake in time for tomorrow morning when the kids come up and completely wreck your lie-in!" Your mum whisper-yelled, chuckling as she handed your suitcases over to your dad to help you haul them up the flights of stairs to your old childhood room that you and Ben were planning to stay in for the next two nights. Admittedly, you were a bit embarrassed considering you knew your mother hadn't changed anything about your room since you were 18 and moved out to University, so you were in for an awkward and humiliating moment when Ben first saw the posters of Roger Taylor and Queen all over your wall like you were some kind of crazy fangirl. Which, of course, you were but you didn't even think about having to explain that until now.
After a good 10 minutes of Ben laughing at your seemingly-passionate devotion to the band, you had finally settled down in your bed, which was thankfully a double. It was rather cold, being wintertime, so you and Ben were cuddled up extremely close together under bundles of blankets in an attempt to keep some warmth between you. You spent a majority of your nights curled up like this, Ben's touch providing a haven for you. And just like every other night, you ended it with the same words.
"I told you they'd love you, you practically had my mum wrapped around your finger!" You grinned, poking Bens stomach jokingly as he released a low chuckle at your point. He knew you were right, because you had mentioned that your mother was often more removed from people if she didn't like them.
"Okay, okay; I was worried for nothing, I'll admit it! But I had every right to be!" He defended himself, his warm breath on your shoulder sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but cuddle closer, wrapping your arms around his torso and place your head in the nook of his shoulder.
"I know, I know; I really do love you Ben"
"I love you too"
*****
You were woken by the feeling of a small body pouncing onto your stomach, shouting and cheering filling the otherwise silent room; "Aunty Yn, Unca Bwen! Wake up! It's Christmas Day! And Santa's come!"
You chuckled, partly at your nieces urgency to get downstairs and open some presents, but mainly at Ben's low groan at being woken at 7 in the morning. Your heart softened at her reference to Ben being her Uncle, and not just a random man who had joined the family for the day. You urged the 4 year old to move off you so you could climb out of bed, grabbing the dressing gown screwed up in the floor and pushing your arms through the sleeves. "Lilah, give us 10 minutes and we'll be right down, okay?"
"Okay!" She squealed, wrapping her tiny arms around your legs before running off to shout to her brother Jackson that you'd be down in "twen" minutes.
"Baby, wake up" You whispered, shaking Bens arm lightly and kissing his forehead, only to hear him grunt and roll to face the other way. "Tired"
"So am I, but it's Christmas hun; come on, I want my presents!" You giggled, giving him a shove and jumping out of bed to tie the newly-clad gown. Ben pulled himself off the mattress and lugged over to the en-suite bathroom, mumbling that he was taking a quick shower before they head down. In the meanwhile, you busied yourself with helping your mum out in the kitchen to prepare Christmas dinner.
"Is Ben not joining us this morning?"
"He's just taking a quick shower, he'll be down soon" you explained, chopping the veg; you found yourself grinning at the mention of his name. Of course, your mother noticed this.
"You seem perfect for each other, you know. He seems like a very lovely lad too; your father and I are very happy you have found yourself someone" She smiled, elbowing your side a little which made you chuckle and grin widely; you were extremely happy that your parents actually accepted Ben into the family so unquestionably, and liked him. "So when can Michael and I expect more grandchildren!"
You saw the question coming; there was no doubt that your mother loved being a grandmother to Lilah and Jackson. But they were getting older now, Jackson being 7 and Lilah being 4, and Lydia desperately wanted a baby to care for. So, your next words came like a haven to her.
"What if I have reason to believe roughly 9 months?" You mumbled, placing your hand on your stomach and looking up at your mum with nervous eyes. Her own eyes widened in shock and happiness, taking in your words.
"You mean? You're pregnant?" She whispered, not wanting the rest of the house to hear. You nodded, worried your mother would think you and Ben were moving too fast, having only been together for roughly 10 months. "Darling, oh my gosh, that's amazing! I'm so happy! Does Ben know?"
"No not yet; in fact only you know. I was planning on telling him today, and the rest of the family, but I'm seriously beginning to second guess everything; what if Ben doesn't want the baby? I mean, we're not even married and Ben is always away for press tours and filming. What if he thinks we're moving too fast? I don't want to scare him away-" You stumbled, tears beginning to brim your eyes. Whether it was the hormones or your nerves you didn't know; but it was most likely a mixture of both. Your mother hushed you, rubbing your arm in a way to calm you down as she understood you tended to over worry about a lot; and of course, this is an extremely reasonable thing to worry about.
"Lovie, look; you will not scare Ben away. I see the look of lust in that boys eyes when he looks at you, and I can tell just how much he really loves you. This is a big thing, of course it is, but you need to tell Ben; whether you plan on keeping the child or not. He deserves to know, and if he turns you away then he was never a gentleman to begin with. You have this whole family to support you the whole way, but at the end of the day; it is both yours and Bens decision" She comforted, her words calming you a little as you realised she was right. You couldn't just not tell Ben, it was his child and you were a couple. And, to be completely honest, you were excited as hell to start a family with the man you considered the love of your life. The only reason you were hesitant with this was because you and Ben had literally never spoke about having children or starting a family, so you didn't have his opinion on the matter to fall back on. The moment between your mother and you was interrupted by the man himself, hugging you from behind and pressing a small kiss to your neck.
"Hiya love, everything okay?" He muttered, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as you continue to chop the carrots as you were before the conversation with your mother. You hummed, leaning back into his touch, hoping he hadn't heard the previous conversation between you and your mother. You felt the smile on his lips against your skin, and he tucked his head into your neck.
"Why don't you go and meet my siblings huh? I'll be in in a few minutes, just finishing up with this" You suggested, to which he nodded and placed a small kiss to your temple, before walking into the living room to join your family. You could hear the loud voices of your older brother, Sam, and his wife greeting Ben from the other room, and painfully worried that Ben wouldn't get too nervous as your brother tended to be quite boisterous at times. In fact, your whole family did; which was extremely different to Ben's family who were much more calm and collected. Although by the sight you received entering the room a few minutes later, you were immediately filled with joy; the sight of Ben sat on the living room floor, cross legged, with Lilah on his lap and Jackson sat beside him, as he read them a story Lilah had begged him to. You were a little confused as to how he was getting on with them all so well; Lilah didn't usually warm up to people so well unless she had been properly introduced. And your mum was usually very judgemental of your boyfriends that you had brought home before. And your brother was often extremely protective over you. And your sister would most likely try to steal any guy you brought home and have him for herself.
You can't help but admire the way he is around the 2 children; it's as if he's done the whole parenting thing before. Lilah was smiling so widely, you thought her face was going to get permanently stuck like that. The two were amazingly engaged as he spoke the words on the page, acting out the story with little actions and different voices, making sound effects when needed. Your brother's wife, Sophia, walked up to you with a small grin on her face before mumbling "You've got a good one there, don't ruin it" in your direction as she passed by to enter the kitchen. At the sight before you, you realised exactly how correct she was. You had got someone in your life who you could never lose; you'd be a fool to ruin what you and Ben had. So of course, you began second guessing telling him the news once again. If you told him the truth, he may leave and then you've lost him for good. But seeing just how well he was around the children and how engaged he was, you actually considered that this was a good idea.
The time came to finally exchange presents; no doubt after the children had nagged the adults for 20 minutes straight, asking "when can we open them?". The children spent the most time opening presents, getting excited after each one and showing it off to every single adult in the room. You were sat on the small armchair; well Ben was, and you were perched on his lap, an arm around his neck and head rested on his shoulder. You were admittedly beginning to grow impatient at telling Ben the news; as much as you didn't want to tell him, waiting to do it was becoming painful because it only gave you more time to re-evaluate your decision. Thankfully, your mother had finished giving everyone her gifts, so it was the end and you could give Ben his. You rushed out of the room to where your coat hung up, pulling out a small box that was wrapped in paper and had a bow placed on the top. Ben noticed the box and furrowed his brows, even more so when you went to hand it to him.
"YN, we agreed we weren't doing presents this year?" he questioned, hesitantly taking the box from your hand, almost as if he expected it to explode in his hand. You nodded your head a little, understanding his confusion. Honestly, you forgot that you had agreed to not give each other presents this year because you had spent quite a lot of money so far on your relationship, first buying the house and then investing in a pet.
"I-I know, but you wouldn't have got any other gifts, and I think you'll like this one" You mumbled, urging him to open it and trying to hide your nerves from Ben as you knew he had a strange talent of noticing when you were hesitant to do something. He was like a human radar; he knew when you were happy, sad, angry, nervous, excited. He had a mental notebook of all your habits for each emotion, so he could probably tell that you were absolutely bricking it right now. But you assumed that he just thought this because you were nervous he wouldn't like the gift; which you were, but he didn't realise why. He took his sweet time opening the present, unwrapping it slowly considering he had all eyes of the room on him at that moment, alongside the glare of a camera that your mother had pulled out in excitement of the moment. As he opened the flaps to the small cardboard box underneath the wrapping paper, his eyes widened and his whole body froze. You can't deny, so did yours. He slowly pulled out the small stick out of the shadows of the box to reveal two small pink lines on the small screen.
"A-are you... is this real?" he mumbled, looking up to meet your eyes. You saw the tears beginning to pool at the bottom of his eyes, and you saw a glint of happiness. You nodded, awaiting his reaction.
"I tested positive."
You didn't know if this was a good reaction or a bad one because he didn't really show much emotion on his face. That was until a giant smile stretched across his face and his hands dropped the box so that he could wrap his arms around you. It was rather sudden, but he took you into the tightest hug you'd ever felt; his head rested against your shoulder and you felt the tears of joy seeping into your jumper. You obviously hugged back, relieved that he was actually happy about this.
"I-I'm gonna be a dad? W-We're gonna be parents?" He continued questioning, unable to believe any of this was true because he didn't think contentment like this could exist. You could barely speak your own words, only having the ability to nod and cry as well as Ben. The whole family was now cheering with you, Lilah jumping on your lap to give you the biggest hug she possibly could, exclaiming that she couldn't wait to have a little cousin she could play with. Well, you assumed that's what she said, considering most of her words were indistinguishable.
"I can't believe this, this is the best day of my fucking life. God, we're gonna be parents in 9 bloody months, love. I love you so much, and you too" he gushed, tears brimming in his eyes once again and also yours. He bent down and gently kissed your practically-non-existent bump as he whispered "and you too" and you couldn't help but admire how well he took the news; you certainly didn't expect this much of a reaction from him and you felt a little stupid for ever second guessing yourself. Of course, being the bundle of nerves Ben tended to be, started questioning everything; "How far along are you? Have you been feeling ill? Because I'm sorry if I haven't been much help to make you feel better but I don't recall hearing you being sick of anything in the mornings so I don't know-"
"Ben, I've been fine so far; I'm only a month along and I've only had two instances of morning sickness, both of which you weren't home for so you don't have to worry. I suppose I've felt a little under the weather recently but nothing that I couldn't cope with." You explained, which brought comfort to Ben as he knew you weren't suffering too much in the time being. Though, he had heard of how harsh pregnancy can be for some women and he prayed to the Lord that you would not be one of the small percentage.
*****
After finding out the exciting news, Ben had been non-stop protecting you like you were a piece of glass; not that he didn't before, he just did it a lot more intensely now. Every time you tried to sit down or stand up, he would help you so that you didn't 'strain your back'. Every time you went up the stairs, he would walk right behind you. Every time you yawned, he asked if you wanted to go to bed and insisted you had an early night so that you and 'bean' were well rested. Oh yes, and he had nicknamed the growing child 'bean'. You, thankfully, now found yourself wrapped up in the covers of your duvet after a long Christmas day and could not wait to fall asleep. Ben had jumped in beside you and cuddled close so that he could rest his hand on your stomach and head on your shoulder. You were so close to being asleep, until Ben decided to create conversation.
"You know, I thought your boobs had gotten bigger, but I didn't want to mention it in case you thought I was complaining" He mumbled into your neck, which woke you up immediately. You slapped his arm and chuckled loudly, making him wince in pain a little.
"They've also gotten a lot more sore so no touching. And alongside that, I constantly need to pee, very gassy and am continually getting mood swings; so good luck for the next 9 months because you're officially dating a zombie" you countered, making him chuckle gleefully. He didn't care how disgusting or gross you may have seen yourself; you were still beautiful to him and he was going to let you know that every day.
"A gorgeous zombie who I love very very much and is literally bringing my child into the world; with my help, of course." He smirked, making you roll your eyes because you completely understood what he meant by 'his help'.
"I'm so happy that your happy and I can't wait to have a family with the love of my life"
"And I can't wait either" He grinned, feeling happiness he had never felt before in his life. Now, all he had to do was propose; luckily, he'd been planning it all along
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Bart Corbin: The murders of the dentist:
Bart was a very successful dentist in Lawrenceville, Georgia, and he was married to Jennifer Corbin. Together the couple led a nice life, they owned a beautiful new home, nice new vehicles, and they had two perfect little boys, Dalton and Dillon. The family had the means to take extravagant vacations, like cruises to Italy; everything seemed to be so perfect, on the outside anyways.
Jennifer had not been happy for some time now. She was aware of the affair her husband was having with his secretary. Jen had been lonely, and Bart was not exactly kind; he could be abusive, not only towards Jen, but also their young children.
In January of 2004 Jennifer decided to work on herself, she was determined to get her confidence back. She began working out to lose her extra baby weight, and she picked up a day job working at a church's preschool while the boys were at school. Then Jen's mother surprised her with an online game called EverQuest, mom had been playing it and decided that her daughter might want to join.
Jen was soon obsessed with her gaming, and she and Bart were fighting more than ever; she'd even asked Bart for a divorce!
See, Jen had met someone on EverQuest; his name was Chris, a man from Missouri. They had been sending constant emails, and chatting on the phone at all hours. Jen felt special again, she fell hard and quick; this new couple began making plans for a new life, plans which did not involve Bart Corbin. The dentist, having had his own affairs, quickly picked up on the signs of infidelity.
On Friday, November 10th of 2004, Jennifer's new world game crashing down. Chris couldn't keep up his charade, and admitted that he was really a she. Her name was really Anita Hearn, she was a married mother with children of her own; Jen had been catfished. She was absolutely devastated; Jen told her sister about her affair, and admitted that she still loved her online lover, regardless of the person's gender. The couple were planning to meet on Thanksgiving weekend, and prove their love for one another.
The Corbins spent Thanksgiving at her sister's house; Jennifer seemed happy enough, but Bart was brooding; the dentist had spent most of the holiday locked in the basement. At 6 pm, Bart demanded that it was time they returned home; the dentist made a pit stop at a local grocery store and Jen ran inside real quick. She made the mistake of leaving her phone in the vehicle with Bart, and this is when he found proof of his wife's affair. There were love poems on the device, and Bart confronted Jen immediately. Bart punched Jen right in the face as the boys in the back seat cried. Jen called her father, she and the boys went to stay at his house for a few days.
On Monday, November 29th of 2004, Bart Corbin filed for divorce. The dentist asked for custody of the children and to be awarded all of the couples’ assets, including the home. The very next day, Bart discreetly drove to Troy, Alabama, where he met with his friend Richard Wilson to borrow a .38 Smith & Wesson. He told his friend that Jen had been having an affair and he was afraid for his life. Meanwhile, Bart and Jen's young son had a premonition: the 7 year old child was telling everyone at school that his father was about to kill his mother. Somehow he already knew what was coming.
By December 1st Jen had left her parent's and returned home temporarily, just until she could acquire her own place. When she woke up this morning, Jen found her purse on the floor; her new cell phone, a credit card, and some personal papers were missing. She knew Bart had been in the bedroom as she slept, and that he'd taken her belongings. The couple quarreled, and she called 911; the operator listened as Bart ran over Jennifer's foot with his car. Still Jen refused to press charges; the two decided to try and get along, for the boys sake. Jen wanted peace, but she would never have it.
At 1:45 a.m. on December 4th, Bart's parent's neighbor, Steve, noticed the dentist pull into the driveway of his family's home. Just a few hours later, little Dalton ran to a neighbor's house in his underwear; he was crying, saying that his daddy had killed his mommy. 911 was alerted.
While Jen and the boys slept, Bart had snuck into the house. Using a pillow to muffle the sound, he shot her in the back of the head at point blank range, instantly taking his wife's life. He then pulled Jennifer’s body into a semi-sitting position and placed the gun in her hand, attempting to make the murder look like a suicide. He then left his boys alone in the home to discover their mommy's corpse.
After Jen's murder, Bart didn't even take his boys with him, they were left in the care of Jen's sister. The dentist lawyered up immediately.
This wasn't Bart's first murder. He had gotten away with it years before, and he fully intended to get away with it again.
Nobody left Bart Corbin and survived.
Back in 1987 Dolly Hearn had been enrolled in the Medical College of Georgia School of Dentistry in Augusta. Her father had been a dentist, and she wanted to walk in his footsteps. Dolly was drop dead gorgeous, she reminds me of a young Delta Burke; she was vivacious, intelligent, and charming. Again, you'd be hard pressed to find someone who disliked this bright young woman. It was in dental college that Dolly met Bart Corbin; they had fallen in love and began spending every waking moment together. Within months Bart had proposed; this took Dolly aback, and she politely declined. The ambitious college student had no intentions of allowing anything to come between her and her dreams, and a man wasn't gonna hold her back. But Bart wouldn't take no for an answer, he pestered her to accept his proposal and he became controlling, domineering. Dolly told several friends of Bart’s obsession with her; friends watched helplessly as Dolly began withdrawing into herself. Finally, she gathered her courage and broke off the relationship.
Bart simply couldn't handle the rejection. At first he begged and pleaded for a second chance, he even threatened suicide. Taking pity on him, Dolly began seeing him again, but not in she serious manner. In November of 1989, Dolly was ready to move on, she broke it off for good. Within days of the break up, bad things began to happen. Dolly was finding different windows and doors in her apartment left open, openings which she was certain had been closed, plus her car was vandalized. She knew it was all Bart's doing, and she did report it to police. Still, Dolly's heart was too big; she was aware that pressing charges would ruin Bart's career before it even began, so she dropped the charges. But Bart didn't stop here, he began stealing her dental tools, messing with her contact lens solution, he even stole her beloved cat, Tabitha! Then he ruined Dolly's senior project, a set of dentures which she'd been painstakingly working on throughout the year to make perfect; suddenly this bright young woman was flunking out of dental school. Bart wouldn't stop, and Dolly became so afraid that she borrowed her father's gun for protection.
Wednesday, June 6th of 1989 started out like any other: Dolly went about her usual routine, and Bart called her; she hadn't been home long when a friend knocked on her apartment door. Said friend came into the apartment, and noticed a man standing alone in the dark bathroom; sadly this friend didn't say anything to Dolly about it. They thought that Dolly must know he was there, and maybe she hadn't wanted anyone to know she had a man over. If only this friend had said something, Dolly might still be alive.
Later that day, Dolly’s roommate came home to find her sitting slumped over on the couch, covered in blood; a .38 revolver was laying in her lap. Despite the harassment, despite the fact that everyone said she would never commit suicide, police deemed the death a suicide. For the next 15 years there would be no justice for Dolly. When his first victim's parents heard of Jen's demise, they promptly contacted Jen's family. They immediately knew that Bart had done it again, and these two families who had never met before suddenly had a very strong bond; together they were determined to get justice for the women in Bart's life. Dolly's case was finally reopened, and police realized that the college student had not shot herself.
At Christmas of 2004, Bart was finally indicted for the murder of Dolly Hearn, and the next month he was charged with killing his wife. Thankfully the man who had given Bart the gun just a week prior to the murder came forward; because of this Bart plead guilty to the murders of his wife and former girlfriend. There dentist was sentenced to two concurrent life sentences and will be eligible for parole in late 2020.
There's actually a third murder in which Bart was suspected, a colleague and an acquaintance.
Jennifer’s sister, Heather Tierney, has officially adopted Dalton and Dillon. She has raised them alongside her own children. They are reportedly doing well. 17 years after her murder, Dolly Hearn was posthumously granted her Doctor of Dental Medicine Degree.
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