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#like I think no matter what Mona Lisa is someone who makes him happy in a way no one else does

ilovebeingaturtle · 9 months

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I don’t really ship 87 Ramona (although I do love the idea of them in a QPR) but. If they did feel romantically for each other it would take forever for them to actually get together, if they even do, in sharp contrast to the 2012 “we’ve known each other two hours now we’re committed for life” speedrun. Raphael would have fallen in love years ago but would not recognise this fact once. Mona Lisa is also part of the problem. She has a layer of superficiality she always uses as protection over her true feelings, so how does she even know her flirting is sincere? How would Raphael be supposed to know? She’d overthink it. Also she’s a lesbian so falling in love with your best friend is like mandated and agonising. She’d have accepted her fate and already resigned herself that it’s never going to happen. She’s just happy they’re close to each other. Meanwhile Raphael thinks “huh, I want to marry her” then goes about his day. This realisation occurs multiple times but he never reads into it.

#tumblr user bulbabutt got me brainrotting about the blorbos again sigh #87!Raphael being aroace means so much to me but he can find his best friend pretty. as a treat #like I think no matter what Mona Lisa is someone who makes him happy in a way no one else does #he sincerely cares about her and thinks highly of her #whether that’s romantically or platonically is second to just have a sincere connection #they’re on the same wavelength!#Raphael has the autistic instinct to view the perfect someone you could do an improv comedy tour with as his forever life partner #also he thinks she’s cute 💖#I can ramble forever about my thoughts on Mona’s perspective on this too but I should probably just save it for a proper post one day #or the fic I’m working on #whichever comes first AHA

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years

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Phantom bride event-Seeing you in formal wear (suit/wedding dress/whatever) Pt. 2

Characters: Sebek Zigvolt, Trey Clover, Floyd Leech

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, wounds, marriage, marking, violence, unhealthy relationship

Sebek... Sebek with his loud glory is very loud the second you... WAIT HE IS SILENT??!

Yes, I have to congratulate you because from now on you aren't “just” the Overseer but also Sebeks pacifier in human version

What am I supposed to say? You look dashing darling!

But, lets be a bit more critical of the situation than just “a dream come true-bla bla”

This is the self-aware au, what did you except? Unicorns and rainbows?

So Sebek sees you, and already remembers the lessons which Lilia gave him as a child on how to court someone

*Sigh* and if you know anything about Fae in the self-aware au courting someone (doesn't matter if he is only half one) them that it's a bit... uh... unhealthy? Toxic? Overall not good? (I seriously can't find words for this)

So Sebek remembers, and he remembers that despite there being so many differences between his mother and father (like everything) their marriage is a dream come true for them

The silent Sebek is way scarier than our usual loud one because you know, if he's silent then he is thinking a lot

And we don't want them to think too much because who knows with what they will come up with

So here is the plan, he will *ahem* “court” you (in truth it's just very glamorous kidnapping), marry you and will make sure that you are so “happy” that you will never want to leave

You see where I am going with this?

The princess can be happy that he is so deep in thought and frozen or otherwise he would be challenging her to a duel with real swords and even though Lilia says they are still inexperienced I'm sure those arms can do some serious damage, ghost or not

Your best option is to ask Lilia for help here (*gasp* I know) because as much as he loves Sebek and Silver, only his obsession with you beats Malleus wishes

So yeah, you have the choice between a very old, wise, and probably OP fae who will never let you go again and a half-fae who will destroy your eardrums with every single word they say

Not the best options but would you rather die from that kiss?

Kind Trey who looks out for the freshmen is suddenly not so kind anymore

It's really hard to see but look into his eyes while he stares at the ghost. You see that bloodlust? Yes, that's him

You see, I think Trey is one of those that believe in eternal love between married partners so this sight of you makes his happy beyond possibility

But then he remembers that 1. He is not the one you swear your undying love to and 2. This all should belong to HIM

He is always smiling, always there to lend an ear others and this is the reward for all of that??!

Be is mad and believe me, I am genuinely scared of people who smile so much like he does because these people who are the scariest when they snap

And he will snap. 100%

Twisted Wonderland is a world filled to the brim with magic, you can't tell me there aren't spells which can be used to exorcise ghosts

He makes reminders in his head right now to find one once he is free and then get rid of that pest

At this point you shouldn't ask for her hand but ask her to take her stuff, leave Idia behind and start to run

There is no amount of guards which could stop Trey once a certain point is reached and that point isn't just stepped upon but flung into the nether

On a lighter note, the wedding cake at your and his wedding will be like the Mona Lisa of cakes

And also, no one besides you, him and someone who is needed to make the whole thing final will attend

Why? Well, he already got “your first” stolen so he will make sure that no one can “steal” the sight of your second from him

Mhm should have left the whole thing to those who aren't called “Overseer”

But what can I say? Enjoy the cake? Because I know that it will taste divine

This one is screaming the whole time

No, I'm not joking, he will scream and bite anyone who tries to make him shut up

Poor eel is so helpless that this is his only defense

But unlike the others before, he does actual damage

You have ever seen those teeth??!!

Floyd wanted to be the one to marry you and not some... some... spoiled princess!

His entire life he looked up to you hoping to have the slightest chance to be noticed by you...

and then some blue wannabe princess takes that hope from him

It seems like the friendly approach doesn't work

The second he is free he will snatch you up and make you drink that potion he once stole from Azul

What it does? Oh well you know, just shackling you forever to the ocean so you could never escape him

But that is just one part

The other is him making sure that everyone knows you belong to him the second they lay eyes upon you

So what does he do? Probably not something you would suspect but... those teeth....

You have a pretty neck and shoulders dear, a but too unmarked for his tastes

You catch my drift, right?

So yes, be prepared to feel more like property instead of a person because that is your life in a nutshell from that point onwards

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bracketsoffear · 11 months

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A very, very late 'character that I wish got submitted' post for a Stranger avatar submission since I wasn't there to do anything about it. But I digress, let's talk about this guy, who I'm sure some of you may (or may not) be familiar with:

Yes, this guy. The guy with a ridiculously long self-introduction that people made into a copypasta. Yoshikage Kira, the main antagonist of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Part 4: Diamond is Unbreakable. Let's see what we have here; business suit, shirt, and a tie. If there's nothing remarkable about him (maybe besides his tie), good; that's what he wants you to think.

For a big part of his life, Kira prefers the comfort and solitude that can be found from being in the background. Yes, he's good at academics and sports, that all should've got him some more acclaim, but he'd rather be third place on purpose, getting himself average grades. He'd rather blend in with the crowd, becoming a faceless stranger. This continued to his adulthood, where he seeks to "live a very quiet life" and integrate into society. Except, Kira grows up to be a serial killer, specifically going after women who have beautiful hands (by whatever fucked up metric he gets from the Mona Lisa and goes by). And so Kira puts up a mask; the mask of a hardworking man, the mask of a law-abiding citizen, the mask of yet another townsman in quaint little Morioh. The monologue I've mentioned earlier is one he mentions once he's caught for the first time. Here it is in its full glory:

"My name is Yoshikage Kira. I'm 33 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Morioh, where all the villas are, and I am not married. I work as an employee for the Kame-Yu department stores, and I get home every day by 8 PM at the latest. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink. I'm in bed by 11 PM, and make sure I get eight hours of sleep, no matter what. After having a glass of warm milk and doing about twenty minutes of stretches before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like a baby, I wake up without any fatigue or stress in the morning. I was told there were no issues at my last check-up. I'm trying to explain that I'm a person who wishes to live a very quiet life. I take care not to trouble myself with any enemies, like winning and losing, that would cause me to lose sleep at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight I wouldn't lose to anyone."

While comical at first (as is about nearly everything in JJBA), the monologue shows that Kira stresses as much as he can that he's simply just someone else who refuse to get into any unneeded conflicts. Just another stranger in the background, doing and minding his own things.

His Stand (basically a superpowered extension of one's soul), Killer Queen, at first doesn't seem to fit with the Stranger. In fact, it's abilities matches the Desolation much closer, what with it making explosions and instantly deleting things in fiery smoke. But it's what Kira does with it that counts; tapping into the Stranger, Kira uses his Stand as his primary murder weapon, blowing up his victims and leaving no traces of both the killer and the killed. Even outside of that, the Desolation and Stranger seems to be on mutual terms, as the Cult of the Lightless Flames was commanded by Nikola to burn down Gwydir Forest (MAG 89)

And then, we finally get into the entire Kosaku Kawajiri debacle/arcs; "Yoshikage Kira's New Situation", and "My Dad Is Not My Dad". Hoo boy. Just by the title of that last arc, Kira reeks of so much Not-Them energy; specifically MAG 77. Let's start with the first arc.

"Yoshikage Kira's New Situation" kicks off with a wounded Kira, fresh off a battle with Koichi (one of Josuke's allies), finding a man named Kosaku Kawajiri. He then coerces and drags along Kosaku to come with him to a salon ran by Aya Tsuji, whose. Aya's Stand, Cinderella, allows her to switch the attributes of people. Kira then swaps faces and fingerprints with Kosaku, who he already killed, effectively taking his place. Sounds familiar?

As 'Kosaku Kawajiri' (or should I say Not-Kosaku), he now has to live a someone else's husband and a father. His 'wife' finds his behavior just off enough compared to the real Kosaku to raise some suspicion; He cooks for her and take breaks in-between to clip nails, he uses a razor instead of an electric shaver, he somehow has enough money to pay the landlord instead of financially hitting rock bottom. But Kira plays it off as mundane, family things. He tries to fit in, pretending to be someone he isn't, hiding his true nature as a killer by putting on the mask of a good husband. His 'son' Hayato, starts noticing just how wrong his 'dad' was; after all, why would someone need to practice their own perfectly fine handwriting?

We reach the aptly named "My Dad Is Not My Dad" arc, where the situation escalates further as Hayato eavesdrop Kira saying that he doesn't need to kill him to hide his identity. From this point on, every time the Kawajiri 'family' gathers, tension fills the air as 'Kosaku's' wife remains unaware of who the man next to her truly is. The entire thing from Hayato's perspective reads like a Not-Them statement, with Hayato knowing full damn well that the man in front of him is simply someone or something else pretending to be his father, and he is now engaging in chats and family bonding time as if nothing is wrong. Kira bathes with his 'son', as if spending family time with Hayato when in truth he's telling him that he knows what Hayato's doing regarding his identity, leaving hints to warn him of not going too deep.

In short, Kira is the twisting of mundane and familiar into the weird and unfamiliar. Kira may be a serial killer, but his fear doesn't lie in violence and murder, or the destruction that comes from his path; his true fear lies in the fact that, before anyone figures it out, Kira, the killer, could be anyone; Kira could be the grocery cashier that you just checked out with, Kira could be the salaryman who keeps to himself but works well, Kira could be your quiet but diligent and nice classmate. Just about anyone can be worse than what they present, putting on masks to hide monsters. You Do Not Know Him, and that scares you because the monster of a man known as Yoshikage Kira could be anyone you know or have met before.

#asks #not!character propaganda #stranger poll

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sunshineistyping · 2 years

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can i request for some monty x reader hcs where the reader has like an illness and is like dying haha then the typical go-do-reckless-shit-while-you're-still-alive thing happens between them and when reader dies how would monty react and cope with it. Thank you in advance if you ever work on this request. wuv yu <3

No because this HURT me and gave me so many ideas! Thank you so much for this request. I had an idea and immediately HAD to run with this!

This is really long but I cried while writing it so ✨ Worth it

Dying Reader HC’s

Characters: Montgomery/Monty

Warnings: Just a lot of Heartbreak and Death

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MONTY

He didnt know you were sick and dying at first, he just thought you were fearless. A little chaotic sure but fearless nonetheless

You’d break shit, spray paint whatever you wanted and didn’t give a single fuck what anyone said about it

And so a friendship blossomed

He loved your chaos and fed into it, joining you in all the reckless acts

“You can’t be serious! You did not just make the Mona Lisa out of macaroni.”

“I did and I’m proud of it!”

Something you’ve both probably said at one point or another

I mean fuck you even created silly nicknames, Gator Boy, Applesauce, Mystery Mix Motherfucker, Turtle. All inside jokes of course.

Eventually he found out you were sick. Very sick. The kind of sick that would never be fixed. It was bittersweet knowledge but he let it pass him by, didn’t think too much on it

And so he started doing even more dangerous and wild shit. You played Russian roulette, hung off of the roof by a single foot, threw a massive party. You did stupid things for the simple reason that you wanted to live it up while you still had time

After a few months, you ended up falling in love with Monty. God. How fucked up. You probably only had a handful of months to live and you finally fell in love.

Cruel can’t even describe it. Still, you never once mentioned your feelings. It wouldn’t be fair to say it to someone who would end up losing you anyway

Little did you know Monty returned those feelings. He loved you so much that he ignored the warnings signs and the inevitable loss. He wanted to love you. He wanted to live life with you forever

As wild as you were, you were the most beautiful thing to come into his life. A tornado made of nothing but pinks. Or was that just the rose-colored glasses?

But you got worse. He watched you slowly dying, coughing up blood, shaking and twitching more. He watched you until you couldn’t even walk anymore and you just laid in bed all day.

You had one regret still. One thing to fix so you could be satisfied. Your unspoken love.

You’d been with Monty for a year now, and everyday was a new beginning. A new light.

He’d painted the sad shades of grey in your soul with beautiful neons. He had made your life perfect. What a beautiful end to such a tragic life. It was only a matter of when after that diagnosis, and knowing you ended it with someone like Monty? Life wasn’t as cruel to you as you’d thought

He’d been there that day. He was calm as you asked him to sit down and talk. You were so fragile. So weak. He held your hand as you talked, mentioned what you could both do tomorrow.

But deep down he knew it

He knew this was your last time talking to him. You told him you weren’t too scared, in fact you were happy you wouldn’t have to suffer anymore

After a long time you did it, you held his cheek and kissed it. You pulled back with a smile and-

“I love you Gator boy.”

“Fuck. Why...Why would you say that now. Why would you say that when we have no time left. I love you too. I love you so fucking much. Don’t you dare leave me with that. You can’t. You can’t do that. Please. There’s so much we could’ve done. There’s so much left to do.”

You shook your head, closing your eyes and keeping that same bittersweet smile on your face.

“I’m sorry Monty, I’m sorry that you met me. Mostly I’m just sorry that out of all the people you could’ve loved. It was me you wanted. It was selfish of me to say anything but I think...I think you deserved to know.”

“Don’t say that. Never say that. You made my life so much better damn it.”

Your hand grew tired, body shutting down along with it. Huh, is this what it’s like to die? Your voice grew quieter, heart and breathing slowing.

“You’ll fall in love with someone better. Maybe a few years from now. Don’t think about me anymore when you do, okay? I don’t want to make you suffer anymore then you are right now.”

“I can’t do that. You know I can’t do that.”

“I’m sorry, just please. Do what I couldn’t, okay? Make one last promise to me?”

“Please, please, I’ll do anything. You can’t leave. Anything, anything to make you stay.”

You both knew you wouldn’t be able to stay.

“I want you to live life without any fear.”

Your body went limp afterwards, barely having managed to get out the last simple sentence.

He broke down, screaming, crying, yelling your name. Desperate to hear your voice again. Desperate for anything else.

He cried out how much he loved you, repeating it over and over as if it would bring you back

But it never did

You came into his life and left it so quickly, a whirlwind of emotions and the most amazing year of his life laid in the ground with you now.

He did eventually feel safe enough to talk about you. Did find a way to deal with the grief in different ways but never once did he let you go

The pain never got easier, he just learned how to embrace it and move on

He grew into a better person because of what you said that night. He lived his life unafraid of what would and wouldn’t happen, and yet not once did he ever try to love again

It was the one thing he just couldn’t do. Whether you were dead or not the love that held you both together was eternal.

How awful it is to fall in love with the right person at the wrong time

Maybe one day, or in another world

You’ll get the chance to say how much you loved him too.

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#fnaf x reader #security breach x reader #female reader #female reader insert #x reader #male reader insert #male reader #gender neutral insert #gender neutral reader #heavy angst #monty gator x reader #montgomery gator x reader

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outivv · 3 years

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— Toxic traits of genshin characters part 2 —

Characters: albedo, venti, jean, Lisa, Mona, and keqing

Warnings: semi toxic relationships/ traits

Disclaimer: this is not to make you hate the characters, especially if they’re your comfort characters. This is just to give a more realistic look and traits to the characters because many people perceive, and make them out to be perfect.

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: the long awaited part two is finally here! If you missed part one I’ll link it at the bottom, and I hope you enjoy!

— albedo —

Albedo deliberately ignores you for hours, to days on end. He’s never been one to need, or want much attention to know that someone cares for him, and he’s always busy constantly experimenting. Albedo can get stressed easily too, he doesn’t give himself breaks and it’s tiring to just watch him. So he’ll snap very easily at you, and due to lack of sleep and anxiety/ beating himself up over what he said he almost guilts your into forgiving him, but he doesn’t know that. He never has.

— venti —

Venti has always been a free spirit. So much so that he rarely likes to be tied down to anything, no matter what it is. He will flat out leave for a few days if he feels like you have too much control over him. He feels as though it’s suffocating, when in reality you’re just trying to show him that you love him. Whenever he leaves he feels a tinge of guilt, so he tries to reassure himself by telling himself over, and over again that you know that he’ll come back. But for some reason he always doubts himself.

— Jean —

Jean has the whole weight of mondstadt on her shoulder, so she’s obviously stressed. Like albedo she’ll snap at you for a minor detail. She also would drop you in a minute if it meant making one person happy, no matter their relationship with jean. It would feel like you’re walking on eggshells with jean.

— Lisa —

Lisa has, and always will be a social woman, and also a bit of a flirt. She doesn’t do this purposefully, it’s almost natural to her. She just thought that person who just came into the library was cute? What’s the problem? She is allowed to think someone is attractive, and not cheat on you because you know she would never do that. Right?

— Mona —

Mona has always been honest with you, and that’s one of the things you’ve always loved about her. But it has also been something that causes problems. She’s so honest and blunt with you that it genuinely hurts sometimes. But what’s the big deal she only said what she was thinking. And she’s always right.

— keqing —

She has, and always will put her work before you. Doesn’t matter what you have going on, if she has work, then she has work. And that’s final. She has missed countless dates, and general plans that you’ve had, numerous times. But you know that she still cares about you despite all that?

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 3 years

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Tues 16 March ‘21

Zayn liked a post of singer Ingrid Michaelson wearing a Zayn shirt. How odd, I (and everyone else) thought, Zayn never publicly likes things what is going ON. Well SURE ENOUGH – Ingrid and Zayn collab OUT TONIGHT! WHAT! To Begin Again comes out Midnight EST tonight, omg, and not only that-- there’s a Zinterview coming out!! GQ (using a very cool aesthetic gif with the tag line Everyone is Watching) announced an interview with Zayn coming out TODAY (on newstands in Spain :| available everywhere else sometime later)- they say Zayn “discusses his latest album, his relationship with fans.” ZOMG!! We don’t have the whole thing yet, not being able to pop to a newstand in Spain personally, but there’s a cute picture of Zayn looking young and fresh in one of those gucci disney stripey shirts and his blue hair (so from last Dec-ish), and we got one teaser quote-- “I continually go against the grain when people tell me to do things a certain way, but my stubbornness and willingness to want to do things differently help me get through it.”

Niall is everywhere today in advance of his show tomorrow! He’s back on the golf (promoting) circuit, getting the word out about the Modest tournament- he says “I think some of the female golf professionals who currently play need to be celebrated more so these young girls have icons to look up to, and that was a part of the reason I was so passionate about making our event,” and that he wants to “educate these young girls and get rid of some of the pre-conceived ideas of golf being an old man’s sport.” He also mentioned the old Rio bread van story but with a twist, saying “often that was the only way of getting out of the hotel to see things or to get a bit of golf in” hmmm I feel like that was just your priority Neil but he does talk about how he used to play with Harry “out on tour for a bit of downtime” and says “Harry Styles was a pretty keen player at the time and the golf course was somewhere to chill out for us” (at least he doesn’t call him ‘grammy winner Harry Styles’ and I know it isn’t actually weird but the full name thing sounds so funny from him). There’s a sneak preview of him in the promo for Dermot O Leary’s new podcast series which looks awesome, and he congratulated Roman Kemp on his new documentary about the mental health/suicide crisis among young British men, calling it “eye opening and beautiful” and saying, “we must all look out for each other. The two ok rule, always ask twice.” And of course he’s promoting his SHOW, that’s TOMORROW-- he says he’s put together an acoustic set and makes a cute lil face and tells us “don’t you worry” about not going out this year “cause this little Irishman has got you covered”! THANKS little Irishman! But hey-- what about that Anne Marie collab from way back? Niall and Anne Marie both respond to a tweet asking just that to say… well literally nothing. They both just posted eyeball emojis. Hmph.

Grammy winner Harry Styles was spotted out to eat in Malibu in his favorite personal-time look, the bode ship jacket and floppy pants, and an official portrait with his grammy is up, very cute, an excellent Mona Lisa smirk and boa. Alicia Silverstone (Cher from Clueless herself!) took to twitter to compliment Harry on the “Clueless vibes” of his grammys look- “Cher would be so honored (and totally approve!!) of this chic look,” but backing vocalist India Shawn shows some regret after braving the world of twitter harries all week-- “some of y’all are annoying.” Very mildly put, I can only imagine, I hope Alicia doesn’t get any trouble. Oh and Brazilian artist Fiuk spilled that someone in 1D flirted with him back when they partied in 2014 and he now regrets not going for it (even though the reason he didn’t was that he’s straight). Pictures from that party of him being firmly gripped around the waist by a happy looking Harry circulated, but all five of the boys were there and drunk and of course there’s no reason to believe (knowing what we know about how they are, ie casually flirty) that whoever it was was actually prepared to follow through on any flirting, but who can’t relate to “I’m the wrong sexuality but is there really a WRONG sexuality to want to smooch a member of 1D?”

A couple of the guys from Only The Poets talk about Louis and how amazing Kill My Mind is (“that is a FUCKING CHUNE THOUGH”) and reveal that Louis agrees with me that Ceasefire is the OTP tune that matters. Twitter louies started Louniversity, an account that helps louies with school, so if you trust twitter stans to give accurate info that seems very sweet, and dusted off the Buy Defenseless push, which is always nice right, love that song- except when people are doing it to be dicks about Fine Line pushing back up in the itunes (and probably other) charts due to Harry’s grammy win, which is stupid. FFS if you’re not into someone just ignore them, not everything has to be so hostile all the time jeez.

#zayn #niall horan #harry styles #louis tomlinson #my friend gave me a like 2011 twink louis magnet she got at a thrift store today and guess what I LOVE IT SO MUCH #stripey shirt preternaturally pretty airbrushed smile the works #someone seeing a louis item in the wild and thinking I KNOW WHO NEEDS THIS is a yes from me #16 mar 21

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mimiz12 · 3 years

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HCs - In Need of Materials, Mondstadt

Prompt MC is having trouble finding rare materials. It happens that some allies are already in possession of them. How do they respond to your desperation?

includes female characters cuz i stan cute girls

✧･ﾟ: M A L E ✧･ﾟ:

►Diluc “Alright, fine. Only take what you need.”

As a business man, he frequently collects items to use.

He’s quite stubborn about lending help to others.

However, he has good intentions deep down and wouldn’t go behind an allies back. Unlike a certain someone.

He scoffs it off. Never admitting why he changes his mind.

Diluc still can’t imagine why, as a mere traveler, can manage to coerce him into the smallest things...

►Kaeya “Haha! I didn’t take you as one for begging.”

Kaeya likes to tease. Seeing you in a tough situation makes it all more exciting.

He’ll edge on a bit more just to see how far you’ll go.

He wont take responsibility when you claim he’s doing it on purpose.

Weakness shows vulnerability. He wants to witness what else your hiding; he’s still curious about you.

Otherwise, It’s just in his nosy nature.

►Bennett “H-hey! Don’t cry! Okay, I’ll give you everything I have.”

Bennett is a dedicated individual. Despite his bad luck and clumsiness, he seems the type to never break promises.

He could never let the same bad luck befall other people. Even though it does often when in his company.

He’s also a little weak when it comes to tears…and probably doesn’t realize when someone is faking.

He just can’t stand when others are struggling because he knows how it feels.

►Venti “You want this? How about you help me with something first.”

Venti is a mischievous sort.

Both out of public eye and expectations.

He doesn’t like to be held down all day. Else, it’ll take up the time he could be drinking or playing songs.

He messes with you a little, since you’ve taken up his precious time.

He’ll probably send you on an errand if you’re getting anything from him.

Other times, its as simple as buying him some apple cider. Just not this time.

►Razor “No, you take it. Because you are good friend.”

Razor doesn’t have much use for the stuff he finds. He’s mostly a scavenger to shiny objects.

Instead, he gives them as gifts to his human friends or kin.

He likes giving gifts, even if its not a typical gift that usable.

Razor still doesn't understand a lot when it comes to socializing with humans.

Although he’s fine giving you the gift early, He’ll still want to keep some for the others.

► Albedo “Sorry, I need these for an experiment. Unless you want to give me a hand… I could salvage something for you.”

Truth be told, Albedo can get wrapped up in his experiments a lot.

As someone who finds relationships difficult, its been different since the two of you became friends.

It’s frustrating why he has to question the right or wrongs he does when around you now.

The guilt eats at him so he tries to compromise.

✧･ﾟ: F E M A L E ✧･ﾟ:

► Jean “Sure, take as many as you want. I’m a little busy to use them anyhow.”

You may need to catch her specifically if you want something.

Once you do, she is forever happy to help and always indebted to your services to Mondstadt.

It becomes satisfaction when assisting you rather than on duty as the Grand Master.

One day, she wishes to get to know you on a personal level.

► Amber “Hmm, okay! On one condition…you have to tell me what it’s for, Hehe.”

Amber isn’t suspicious of you, she’s just curious.

She wont say so directly so you think that’s what it is instead.

She also doesn’t appreciate distracting herself from her job

And tries to reason with something more realistic. Though really, she’s mostly interested in what you’re doing.

Only because she looks up to you so much and can’t help but be curious at what you’re doing all the time.

Maybe its a secret to your exceptional abilities.

► Lisa “Oh, aren’t you a cute darling! Maybe if we went on a date, I could give you something in return for being such a sweetie~”

Lisa may be a mature woman, but that doesn’t stop her from getting weak whenever she sees you in need.

She loves it when you want her help.

And uses it as an excuse to slack off and enjoy your company.

The fact you even asked Lisa despite knowing how attached she is to you, is quite brave in itself.

Because there’s no stopping her when she wants you.

► Mona “What? But I need these! …D-don’t look at me like that. Fine, I’ll share this time.”

Mona always struggles acquiring things too.

And keeps it to herself so no one bothers her about it.

With you is a bit more complicated. She just doesn’t want an awkward relationship if she refuses to help.

You did do her a good service in the past, after all.

So it’s not like she’s doing it out of sheer goodwill. It’s only to pay pack little by little.

She will thoroughly dismiss your happiness about it as its not a big deal.

However, she is secretly pleased to ease your worries.

► Noelle “Oh my goodness, why didn’t you say so? Please take whatever you need!”

Noelle thinks of you as a good friend and admires your abilities.

She even gets a little bashful spending time with you.

Always impressed by the deed you’ve done, she hopes one day she can do the same.

No matter what you ask she’ll never refuse.

You are very dear to her.

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 3 years

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Sneaking Around

Summary:

You are secretly dating Jihoon, but he has a suggestion that could possibly expose you two.

“Why don’t I sleep with you?”

You looked over at Jihoon an amused expression written across the features of your face. You dryly laughed softly and brushed a strand of hair out of your eyeline before looking back down at the homework assignment you were working on.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea. Here let me call my roommate-” You made a phone with your fingers and pressed up to your ear, looking back up at Jihoon with a fake smile plastered across your face. “Yes? Luda? Hey, can my boyfriend that I’m keeping a secret from you stay the night? Yes? Fantastic! Thanks love!”

Jihoon gave you an unamused expression and hit you lightly on the shoulder.

“I’m serious, I can keep you company while you get some rest. I mean, why can’t I? It’ll help you sleep won’t it?”

Long story short, you had been dating Jihoon for a few months now. It had been a lot of fun, he was your first boyfriend, so it was exciting figuring out what you were like in a relationship.

You had never imagined that you would be the type to want to hide your relationship from the world. After all, you had a really good relationship with Jihoon, and a good group of friends. There wasn’t really much of a reason to hide it other than your own paranoia. You were worried that if your friends found out they would say something that would trick you into not trusting Jihoon or that they would say something to you that made you feel like Jihoon was better then you or something crazy like that.

In the end it was just easier to pretend like you weren’t dating him.

If people thought that you weren’t dating him then they wouldn’t tell you things like how bad you were in a relationship or criticize you on the sort of relationship you two held.

It was basic. Seemed paranoid, but simply a measure that you felt like you had to take.

The less input that you received in your relationship, the better. So, you kept it on the downlow.

Jihoon was perfect. He assured you every day that he didn’t mind being in a secret relationship with you. He understood that you had a lot that went through your mind and that it wasn’t easy to sort your own thoughts from others.

You were lucky, you knew, to have someone as understanding as him.

Someone who you knew would always be by your side no matter what you two went through in life.

But still, you couldn’t help but think that Jihoon’s suggestion was a little... Risky.

“Look, your roommate will never have to know! We can close your room door and I can sneak in after she goes to sleep,” Jihoon assured. “It’s not like your roomie creeps on you at night, so why would she ever find out?”

He had a point, but...

“It’s still so risky. What if something happens, and she comes in and-”

Before you could finish, Jihoon had his hand on your cheek, a comforting smiling gracing his lips.

“Hey... It’s okay, okay?” He assured softly. “I mean, we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to, I just... I want you to be okay.”

“I am okay,” you assured gently. “Just... Tired.”

“So, let me help you, hm? We try it one night, if it’s too much I’ll leave.”

And that was how you let Jihoon persuade you to let him stay the night.

It was again, one of the riskier moves that you would be making. You couldn’t believe that he had been able to talk you into it. But about an hour after your roommate had gone to sleep you found yourself wandering over to the front door, and letting him in.

He smiled when he saw you, and for a moment you regretted what you had worn. After all, it was a little risque to wear just a big shirt to sleep when you were going to sleep with your boyfriend, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He just leaned forward, and kissed you lightly on the forehead.

“You are gorgeous,” he said softly. “like art.”

You snorted.

“Oh what so now I’m an object?”

You only said it because you were nervous, and Jihoon knew that. He laughed quietly at your words and shut and locked the door behind himself.

“Let’s get you to sleep, my Mona Lisa,” he teased lightly.

You were still a little uncertain about everything as Jihoon shut the door to your bedroom and made his way over to you, but all your reservations dissolved the second Jihoon wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

He didn’t have to say a word, he didn’t have to do anything.

Being in his arms was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

You felt safe. You felt loved. And without another word, you were able to drift off to sleep.

You didn’t have a nightmare, like you normally would. Instead, you woke up, early, feeling rested, and able to gave at your sleeping lover in adoration. He looked peaceful when he was asleep. His features so soft and delicate. You took his cheek in your hand and leaned close to him, giving him a chaste kiss.

You felt Jihoon smile into the kiss and giggled when he pushed you back ever so slightly in order to let out a large yawn.

“You know, I could get used to waking up like that,” he stated pleasantly.

“Thank you,” you whispered, before he could say anything else. Jihoon looked surprised by the statement.

“For what?” He asked you softly.

“For being right. For pushing for this. For knowing me so well,” you said softly. “This was exactly what I needed.”

Jihoon smiled at you.

“I’m just happy you’re happy.”

It wasn’t often in life that you trusted yourself with another person. You were so often used to being let down and being hurt by the people you cared about. But when it came to Jihoon. When it came to his soft smile, and that caring, adoring look he got in his eyes when he looked at you, you knew that he was different then everyone else. That you could trust him.

“Okay, now get out of here before my roommate wakes up,” you said softly, pushing on his shoulder. Jihoon whined but he got up.

“I love you,” he reminded you.

“Get out,” you said with a roll of your eyes. But Jihoon knew what you really meant.

I love you too.

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barnesandco · 4 years

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Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy (1/14)

Story Masterlist

The plum seller at the farmer’s market saves Bucky from being captured for the attack at Vienna that he didn’t commit, but is she really all that she appears to be, or are ulterior motives involved?

This is an entry for @star-spangled-bingo 2020. Word count: 1191. Square filled: “Amnesia”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, memory-loss, sad, lonely Bucky. Mentions of cigarettes, smoking and smoking addiction. Mentions of torture, hunger, and pain.

A/N: I know I said I would post this on Monday, but I’ve decided to move it back a day because I can lol. I’ll post and update weekly on Sundays from here on out, and if you want to be notified when I post a chapter, please follow @ayeshaupdates and turn on notifications. I’m so excited about this story, and I’m really looking forward to sharing it with you guys. Thank you to everyone who reblogs and comments - your support and encouragement is so so helpful and much needed.

He doesn’t trust her. The woman who sells plums at the farmer’s market - he doesn’t trust her at all. She smiles too bright, and seems to be making a point of acknowledging him by his name, week after week. “James” is as foreign to him as this country, as much of a stranger as these scavenged clothes he wears, but there’s something about the inflection of her voice that makes it sound like a gospel truth. It’s also why he approaches her stall with an appropriate modicum of caution.

“Good morning. How can I help you, James?” She asks in Romanian that is flawless but for the small pause between clauses, as she translates what she wants to say from her native tongue in her head. He watches her bite her lip while bagging the number of plums he has requested, his own voice smaller than it ought to be.

After paying for the fruit, he heads to the corner shop for cigarettes. A costly habit, one that he doesn’t strictly feel the addiction to maintain, it is only a reminder. One that he took up after seeing a picture of someone he used to look like standing alongside grinning comrades in a French forest, cigarette poking out of a younger mouth. A reminder that he used to be more than this, and, on the good days when he dares to hope, that image printed in smoky gray-scale is a reassurance, too. That he can be more than this, again.

Today is one of those days. A good one, that is. The kind that has him worrying about something as superficial as whether he’ll make it back to his apartment before the clouds overhead start pouring. He does. Makes it back followed by the ghost of the plum-seller’s smile, right up to the point where he steps across the threshold of the place he is trying to call home.

He has had many hiding places over the course of the last couple of years, but this is the first that he has truly tried to make his own. Sparse furnishings and a pitiful lack of decor though it may have, it is sacred to him. Not clean in appearance, but at least his hands are. At least this place and everything in it - the secondhand dining table, the bare, mouldy mattress, the cheap journal he now picks up off the fridge and holds in his hands like it is made of sapphires the color of Captain America’s suit - weren’t earned by bloodshed and terror, but by a graveyard janitorial shift at a nearby hospital. Six nights a week.

Flipping past the images of the man museums tell him is his friend, he finds an empty page, and grabs a ballpoint from the table he sits down at. The grocery bags are blocking the already dim, cloudy light that permeates grimy windows to make his living space look even gloomier, but he squints and starts writing. Manages to put seven words on the paper, the same seven he was greeted with by a smiling face that morning, before he stops, blanks at the vast expanse of yellowing, water-damaged white, and wracks his brain thinking about how to describe the way his name in her mouth makes him feel. But he can’t.

Eight consecutive weeks, almost two months in Bucharest - the longest he has stayed anywhere besides the childhood home he doesn’t remember and the frosty depths of Siberia that he distinctly does - and every time he attempts to put her into words, his hand cramps. Not because she is indescribable, but because he does not allow himself even this right to her, not even to expel her from his mind by means of ink.

And that frustrates him. Because that’s how he’s been exorcizing the rest of his demons, with varying degrees of failure, and isn’t she just another one, more unassuming than most? A schoolboy crush for someone who no longer as any claim to his childhood, he responds with the wary, jumpy attitude that a soldier does a tree-branch that moves too suddenly in wind behind enemy lines.

Now there’s an analogy he abhors, and scolds his mind for conjuring, while he gets up, closing the journal - it’s presently a lost cause - to start taking out the groceries.

Mechanically, he starts with the items to be refrigerated; milk, eggs; vegetables, not great in number nor variety, but just as much of a luxury as he can get away with on minimum wage in a city centre. Putting the last of the greens in the fridge, he thinks a prayer of thanks. To whom, he isn’t certain, but he thinks it. Because whatever this is, it isn’t the Depression. Sensations of pain and ache seem to prevail in the chaos of his amnesiac memory, so his most vivid recollections, his primary ones if he’s being truthful, are of cryostasis and torture, mind-wipes and cruel scientists scrambling his brain. However, there are also a few images of a time before, and the feeling of an empty stomach, the sound of a small sister crying in hurt, is another.

It’s a red memory, that one. As red as the lone apple he pulls out next, followed by those plums. Seven of them, one for each day of the week. Small graces, that he’s thankful for. Gratitude is directly proportional to happiness, or so a one of the cheery, laminated quotes adorning the entrance of the local library would have him believe. The same library in which he located books about memory loss, with one telling him that plums can aid in reversing it, and that book, in turn, led him to her.

The fruit saleswoman with a smile as knowing as the Mona Lisa, but far too loud to fit in a portrait. Who sells plums with hands too soft for a farmer, who looks so out of place and yet eerily, perfectly in it at the same time.

Leaving one plum on the counter, he hurries to put away the remaining groceries, and then washes the plum before going to eat it.

This routine of a plum a day is a sacred one, now, and he takes his place at the table with the round, red-purple fruit in his hand. A lifeline nobody is holding on the other end. A miracle he has ceased to have faith in, but repeats the ritual motions of regardless.

The first bite washes over him like a summer rain, the taste of cool sunshine, sweet and syrupy, exploding on his tastebuds. Consumed in a matter of moments, this afternoon treat, this brief reprieve leaves him a touch softer, and a tad calmer. More sated. Never one to waste a drop of good, he licks the sugary, tangy juice off his sticky fingers, and resolves to try the journal again.

Perhaps he’s approaching it the wrong way. Perhaps she’s a guardian angel, albeit with a haunting presence. Perhaps she’s the one holding this lifeline at the other end. But then, when have the odds ever been so good to him?

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ikevamp-annalyne · 4 years

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Annalyne Sonata [IkeVamp OC]

Hey guys! I am so verry happy to finally being able to officially introduce my IkeVamp OC, Annalyne! ٩(●ᴗ●)۶

This is a very long post, but I hope you won’t be discouraged and will enjoy learning a bit more about her, and the story I imagined for her (^.^)ゞ

I also commissioned the MOST AMAZING ARTIST EVER @lemonsqueazie for drawing my baby OC! ღවꇳවღ She is my favourite artist, and also an amazing human being that I love very much. She is so attentive to what you tell her, always doing everything to meet your ideas and make the best art for you! I highly recommend to check out her blog @lemonsqueazie alongside her Instagram and her DeviantArt post about her commissions! You can also find all the infos here.

NOW, ON WITH THE OC! (๑ゝڡ◕๑)

Name: Annalyne

Last name: Sonata

Nicknames: Anna, Nana, Lyn

DOB: June, 19, 1995 (25 years old)

Origin: French

Languages: French, English, Spanish, Italian, German, Japanese, Korean

Height: 160cm (5.25ft)

Sexuality: pan

Job: freelance fashion designer, blogger, gamer

Passions: fashion, drawing, eating, baking, cooking, videogames, reading, music

Phobias: larvas and maggots, bugs (except ladybugs)

Lover: Leonardo Da Vinci

"Heh? What is this? Kinda like a storage room?"

Annalyne is a very chill woman, taking things at her own pace and working hard towards her goals and dreams. When she doesn't work, she becomes a lazy slug chilling with a good book or videogames -part of why she is also a gamer-.

Her most prominent traits are definitely: her kindness, her humour -made of bad puns and references-, her caring side, her clumsiness and her supportive behaviour. Number one fan of her family and friends.

She will always go out of her way to make her loved ones feel loved, supported or just important. She can also easily throw hands if needed. No one messes with her or her close ones without getting punished.

She has a hard time trusting people. It looks like she is close to everyone, but she hardly confides in people. It takes a hecking long time to build a relationship of trust with her -due to some childhood traumas-

She is strong-willed and -way too- a tad stubborn. But she compensates by being very sweet and cute. She can be very anxious but eating calms her, explaining her chubbiness. Also, count on her for helping everyone.

She is very good at cooking and baking, and loves making things herself. She loves dogs, but honestly, she loves almost every animal ever. She has a talent with them, understanding them beyond reason: animals love her.

"Call me the PUNisher."

She is easily triggered by disrespect, racism, homophobia, bullying and abuse. She can kick your ass off if needed, being very rude and violent when angry -she already broke the arm of a racist, and slapped Shakespeare...-

Comte is the one engaging conversation with her, asking her if she likes this painting. She is hyper excited talking about it and Comte cannot help but giggle, finding a Da Vinci's fangirl in modern days being pretty rare.

How she met Comte:

Annalyne lives near Paris and absolutely loves museums. Therefore she spends a hella lot of time in the Louvre, especially contemplating Da Vinci's works. She meets Comte in front of Da Vinci's painting Saint-Jean-Baptiste.

They spend some time debating and chatting over Leonardo Da Vinci's life, works of art and other controversies. He smiles a lot throughout the whole chat, since he wonders how his old friend would react.

How she ends up in Comte's mansion:

Comte bids her goodbye after they have finally seen Mona Lisa from up close. She thanks him for the delightful conversation, happy she has met someone as knowledgeable as him on her favourite historical figure.

She is taken aback, quite surprised, and thinks the mansion is a storage room. Maybe the man is actually an employee? She is curious though so she walks through the hall and stares at everything in awe.

When he leaves, waving his hand, his pocket watch falls and Annalyne picks it up. She chases after Comte all over the museum and sees him going through a door. She opens it and ends up in the mansion's hall.

Who she meets:

While discovering the hall, she stumbles upon Leonardo who's asleep. She doesn't want to wake him up but God, she stares for a good minute at the sleeping man. "I have never seen such a gorgeous man..."

She walks past him and continues looking for Comte. But then, Napoleon appears and asks her who she is, and what she does here. She tells him she wants to find the gorgeous blonde man to give him his watch.

He offers to give to him in lieu of her. But she is wary of him, a stranger. And Comte appears, the noise having caught up his attention. He recognises Annalyne and is surprised she is there. She gives him the watch.

The first dinner:

Comte gladly accepts the watch and asks her if she wants to dine with him and the residents of this mansion. Mansion? She stares at him, dumbfounded, and frowns. "Mansion? Isn't that a storage room or something?"

Comte giggles and promises to explain it all over dinner. Her trust for Comte and her love for food makes her accepting the offer. How surprised she is upon seeing all these people gather around a huge table!

She sits down and gets served by Sebastian, under all the surprised looks. Comte then proceeds on explaining it all to her: how all the residents in there are famous historical figures, and how she is the past.

How she reacts:

She is surprised, but she believes in timelapse, magic, etc. So she just stares in surprise and shock but is soon overexcited to meet all these people who changed history and inspired her throughout her whole life.

She will ask a bunch of questions to each of them, questions she has always been curious about, like the rumours and alleged controversies. Even when she hears about not being able to go back in her time, she is strangely chill about it.

"Well, there's no helping it! I will come up with a lie when I go back there!" But she will write letters and leave them -along jewels of hers- in places she thinks her friends or family could find them in the future.

Meeting her soulmate:

Sebastian shows her her room and then tells her to explore the mansion if she wants to. What she does! She then remembers the man sleeping in the hall? He must be a historical figure as well, but who can he be...?

She wants to know so she goes to find him and stumbles upon him, nearly falling on top of him. He seems awake since he is sitting on the floor. He had heard her footsteps so he smiles at her. "Well, who do we got there, Cara Mia?"

She smiles at the Italian nickname and tells him everything about her being here. He is surprised she is so chill about it but he smiles and introduces himself. "Well Cara Mia, nice to meet you. I'm Leonardo Da Vinci."

Upon hearing the name, her eyes widen and her breath catches in her throat. She stares, her heart beating faster every passing second. His smile is intoxicating and she cannot help but blush and stutter.

"W-well, nice to meet you, Leonar- huh Sir Leonardo? How, how should I call you?" He laughs."Leonardo is enough, Cara Mia." He smiles and pats her head before standing up. "Watch yourself, Cara Mia."

Her reaction upon the vampiric reveal:

After having talked with Comte and decided to stay in his mansion, she actually wonders how he could resurrect them. She decides to ask Sebastian, her new colleague, and he just shows her the Rouge and Blanc bottles.

"What's that?" She asks, pretty curious."Take a look and you will understand." She first goes for the Rouge and recognises the metallic smell of blood. She stares at Sebastian. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"They are all vampires. Except I, who is human." She widens her eyes, sueprised, and then goes "Aaaaah, that's how he did! Makes sense!" She smiles. "Is Comte the one who transformed them all or no?" "He did, yes."

"So, is he like, a pureblood vampire? A superior vampire who can turn humans into vampires?" "How do you know about this?" "Oh please, Sebastian. Cinema, animes, mangas and books are full of vampires."

Sebastian stares at her, bewildered. "And you are not afraid? They could easily feed off of you, even kill you." "Oh please Sebastian, they're more like puppies than wolves! If they were capable of this, you wouldn't be here!"

"Plus," she says while flashing a big dumb grin. "If they wanted to eat me, they would have already bitten me and emptied me of all my blood. They are not dangerous." Sebastian is shocked at how chill she is.

Her relationships with the residents:

She gets close to every resident ofthe mansion pretty fast, especially since she is not pushy, funny, kind, calm and knowledgeable on a lot of matters. They all grow a soft spot for her, even shyer and harsher residents.

Napoleon: they bond over cooking and baking. Also, since she is French, she can tell him about the impact he had on her country.

Mozart: music is common ground for them. She knows a lot about him and will sing for him, being allowed in the music room.

Arthur: writing sessions together, in his room or hers. They tease each other a lot and she is quick to react to his flirting.

Vincent: they are very close, bonding over drawing and painting. They talk a lot about art and have art sessions.

Theodorus: she doesn't let him win with his harsh replies and he likes that. She is strong and adores Vincent: he likes her a lot.

Isaac: she isn't pushy and gives him room so he likes talking with or teaching her a few things. They often meet in his room.

Jean: he likes how pure she is but she doesn't let him avoid her. She will do anything to befriend him and he gives in.

Dazai: sharing writing ideas brings them closer. They also laugh a lot because they are both airheads amd chaotic walking memes.

William: she likes his work but hates him. She will always avoid him, or shoot sharp daggers glares at him.

Comte: the father figure. She loves going to him to talk or when she needs some calm, and having tea together.

Sebastian: always laughing and teasing each other. She will flick his forehead when he assumes things for her.

Her relationship with her soulmate:

She is a Da Vinci's fangirl so of course, she is a mess around him. At first, she just blushes a lot, stutters a bit around him and she fangirls when he is not around. "Omg I can't believe I witnessed him sketching!!!"

They bond very easily since they both love arts. And Leonardo is very curious about her fashion style, her job, and basically how the world works in modern days -she spent an entire night talking about phones-

One day, he finds her sighing in her room: "what's the problem?". "Ah, nothing, I'm just, not comfortable in Comte's dresses. I'm more into trousers or skirts from my time." He is curious so she tells him about modern day fashion.

"Ah, so women wear pants and shirts. Whatever they want." She nods excitiedly."Yeah, and I hope one day men will be able to do so as well! Wear skirts and dresses and heels. But toxic masculinity is still pretty deep..."

"Wait for me, Cara Mia" and he dashes off the room, to come back later with a stack of shirts and trousers. "Here, take these. They're mine but for now, it will do. Tomorrow, we're going shopping for you."

And they do go shopping the next day, buying loads of men clothes alongside jewels and shoes. Also, they buy fabrics, needles and everything for Annalyne to sew her own clothes. He loves seeing her so happy.

She spends the next days adjusting Leonardo's clothes and the ones they bought to her chubby curves. And Leonardo surprises her by wearing a dress. They go have dinner like this: her in men's clothes, him in women's clothes.

Legend says every resident nearly choked themselves of either shock or laughter. And Leonardo and Annalyne really enjoyed it a lot and decided to do this at least once a week -Leo enjoyed the dress, actually-

The purebloodness revelation:

She catches very early on that he is a pureblood, without him even telling her. She is extra sensitive so she kinda feels auras and saw how Comte and Leonardo's eyes are similar. His genius made even more sense.

"Leonardo. Are you like Comte, a pureblood vampire?" She asked him while they were shopping for fabrics. Leonardo nearly fell out of surprise. "What are you talking about, Cara Mia?" "Well, you know..."

"Same eyes as Comte, genius who can do anything, super strong and intimidating aura. Open-minded as if you've already seen everything, and laziness that can be explained by already having done everything possible..."

He stares at her and then laughs, patting and ruffling her hair. "You're awfully clever and intuitive, Cara Mia. Yes, I am a pureblood. Does it change anything between us? "HELL NO!" she shouts. "But I've got questions!!!"

She drowns him under questions on everything he's done, seen, lived. They spend almost all of their time together, teaching each other about their lives and their knowledge. Residents are jealous of the Leonardo monopoly.

How it "ends" between them:

She is a strong woman and will go back to her time. But she promises Leonardo she will find him, right after returning to her time. He asks her what day it was, when she entered the mansion. "March, 15th, 2020."

When she leaves, while everyone is crying, Leonardo calculates. "Okay, gone for a month in her time, so she'll be in the Louvre in April, 15th, 2020. Ah. My birthday." He smiles. Almost 200 years, but it will be so worth it.

When she passes through the door, she is back in her time. Asking a guide what day it is. "April, 15th, 2020". The day they agreed upon, and Leonardo's birthday. She smiles and then proceeds to rush out of the Louvre to look for him.

But then she passes in front of Saint-Jean-Baptiste. Her favourite painting. A tall and gorgeous man is standing there, in a blue shirt and blue jeans. She feels it. She goes to the man, pats him on the shoulder, and asks: "Leonardo...?"

The man turns around, a huge grin on his face, bright golden eyes shining with love: "Was about time, Cara Mia..." she cries and throws herself at his neck; he spins her, crying as well, burrying his face in her neck.

"I missed you so much. Never do this again. 200 years was worth it but it was too long." She is a mess while crying. "I, I pwomiss Leo, I will neba leaf you again-" he laughs at her messy face. "Look at you, silly girl." He kisses her.

"I want you to see how much I love you in my eyes. They speak on my behalf."

Trivia facts:

She has a tiny water spray bottle she labelled as "Holy Water". Whenever a resident smiles or laughs, she opens it and "collects" their happiness. Thus, when one is talking shit about himself, she sprays the water on them.

"There, you have been blessed with Holy Water. Now love yourself or I agressively hug you." -the mistake on the label,on "thoughts" is intended, as it is is a mix between thots and thoughts, bitch thoughts she's gonna spray away.

She hates Shakespeare, Faust and Vlad. Whenever they pass by the mansion, she grabs the garden hose she labelled "Garden Hoes" and splashes water on them. "Oh no, you walking sin, stay away from my babies!"

She eats A LOT and puts shame on Theo when it comes to eating sweet things. They have pancake-eating competitions -and guess what, she wins-. She will be snacking 24/7 when nervous, anxious, sad and basically under negative emotions.

She listens to every type of music. She really enjoys any kind of rock music, and is also very knowledgeable on classical music. She likes to dance on Kpop and sing on Disney songs: her favourites are definitely I’ll Make A Man Out Of You and Why Should I Worry -in French-

She used to practice martial arts so she can beat the crap out of anyone being a little sh*t with her or her loved ones. She also has a very scary aura when furious, leading to most people just running away from her wrath.

She loves gossiping with Arthur. Whenever she knows about some rumours, or when she needs to talk about something that upset her, she goes to his room with coffee or tea. They both irradiate chaotic gossiping energy when together.

She is the mom friend, and becomes the mom of the mansion. She already told Jean to “get his bottoms in the living room to eat with all of them”, else she was going to kick his butt so hard he would be unable to sit or practice fencing.

All the animals LOVE her. Chérie is missing? She is cuddling with her in the patio. Lumiere is not under the bed? He is sleeping on her laps while she reads. King is nowhere to be found? She is playing with him in the garden. Snow White vibe.

She loves flowers and will put some all over the mansion. She puts one every day in front of every resident’s door, with a message written on a tiny piece of paper, something like: “You are a sweetheart and you deserve the best, keep going, dearie!”

#Ikemen Vampire #IkeVamp #ikevamp oc

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kristenswig · 3 years

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Best Adapted Screenplay 2020

Winner:

I’m Thinking of Ending Things - Charlie Kaufman, based on the novel by Iain Reid

I should end this. Just end it. Just make a clean break. No lingering, no waiting for things to get better. You can only wait so long. I don’t even know who I am in this whole thing anymore, where I stop and Jake starts. I’m a pinball. My emotional state is bouncing all over the place. Jake needs to see me as someone who sees him. He needs to be seen, and needs to be seen with approval. Like that’s my purpose in all of this, in life. To approve of Jake, to keep him going. And he needs to see me as someone whose approval of him is validated because I’m approved of by others. “Look what I won. She’s smart, she’s talented, she’s sensitive, she can do this, she knows about that, she made this, she cares about that.”

Nominees:

The Father - Florian Zeller & Christopher Hampton, based on the play by Florian Zeller

The situation is very simple. I have lived in this flat for some time now. I’m extremely attached to it. I bought it more than 30 years ago can you imagine? You weren’t even born. It’s a big flat, very nice, very big and I’ve been very happy here. Anyway my daughter is very interested in it. My daughter is of the opinion that I cannot manage on my own so she’s moved in with me ostensibly to help me with this man she met not long ago just after her divorce. He’s a very bad influence on her. So now she would like to convince me that I really cannot manage on my own and the next stage will be to send me away I don’t know where. It would be a much more efficient way of getting a hold of my flat but it’s not going to happen that way.

Sorry dear I may as well tell you now. I’m not leaving this flat anytime soon. I’m going to outlive you. Both of you. I don’t know about you but my daughter here...in fact I’m going to make a point about it. I’m going to inherit from her not the other way around and on the day of her funeral I shall give a little speech to remind everyone how heartless and manipulative she was.

First Cow - Kelly Reichardt & Jon Raymond, based on the novel The Half-Life by Jon Raymond

- I see something in this land I haven’t seen before. Pretty much everywhere has been touched by now. But this is still new...more nameless things around here than you can shake an eel at. - Doesn’t seem new to me, seems old. - Everything is old if you look at it that way. History isn’t here yet. It’s coming, but we got here early this time. Maybe this time, we can be ready for it.

La Llorona - Jayro Bustamante & Lisandro Sanchez, based on the poem by Manuel Carpio

The guerrilla fled when they heard the army was near. I didn’t see it coming. When I saw the fire, I grabbed my children and ran. Violence came so abruptly. First they set our crops on fire, then our homes, our clothes, and our cattle. They separated the women and the children from the few men that were still there. We were raped, and then the killing began. Some of us managed to run to the mountains. Clouds protected us up there everything the helicopters were looking for us...but there was no food, so we had to go down. That’s when they caught me and took me to the military base. The soldiers had their way with me. I wasn’t the only one there. We didn’t do anything. We were just in our homes. I’m not embarrassed to tell you what I went through. I hope you are not embarrassed to do justice.

Nomadland - Chloé Zhao, based on the book Nomadland: Surviving America in the Twenty-First Century by Jessica Bruder

- Why don’t you move in with us? - I can’t live here. I can’t live in this room. I can’t sleep in this bed. Thank you but I can’t... - I know we’re not as interesting as the people you meet out there. - That’s not what I’m talking about. - No that’s what it is. It’s always what’s out there that’s more interesting. You left home as soon as you could, you married Bo after knowing him a few months, and then you moved to the middle of nowhere with him. And even after Bo passed away, you still stayed in Empire. I just didn’t get it. I mean you could have left... - See, that’s why I can’t come here. - I never said this to you before and maybe I should have. You know, when you were growing up you were eccentric to to other people but it was just because you were braver, and more honest than everybody else. And you could see me when I was hiding from everybody. And sometimes you could see me before I saw myself. I needed that in my life. And you’re my sister. I would have loved having you around all these years. You left a big hole by leaving.

Straight Up - James Sweeney, based on his short film Normal Doors

- I did mean literally. - What you’d literally kill somebody? - To be not dead? Yeah! Like I’m not saying I’d go out and sign up to be a terrorist, but if somebody put a gun to my head and they said “hey kill that guy or I’m gonna kill you” I’d be like “hey sorry man, I gotta look out for number one.” - No matter who it was? - Well maybe if it was like...no I’d let Obama die. - Your parents? - They’ve had their time. - A baby? - I would definitely kill a baby. - What?! - Oh come on. Think about how much time and investment goes into raising a well adjusted adult. I am college educated, I have a great sense of humor, I’m going to be a famous actress, I am way more beneficial to society than a useless, resource-consuming baby. It would be like painting the Mona Lisa white to start fresh. - What if that baby was the next Picasso? - Or, a more likely scenario, what if he was a gangbanger? Or a heroin addict or just had a real crooked face like you? I’m joking. No I just, it’s the same reason I don’t wanna have kids. I figure, Murphy’s Law, if I had kids I’d probably end up like the mother in We Need to Talk About Kevin. - Oh I thought that was gonna be one of those movies where they say the title somewhere in the dialogue, and I kept waiting for it to happen and it never did and it really bothered me. - Not the massacre itself, just the face that nobody ever said, “we need to talk about Kevin”? - Yeah. It just wasn’t right.

#i'm thinking of ending things #the father #first cow #la llorona #nomadland #straight up #awards 2020

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confusion on real vs. fake feelings while fake dating shawn that culminates in a “Are we on a date right now?” moment

so i kinda switched this a lil because this is just what came out lmao....

being best friends with shawn meant watching him travel the world and most probably forgetting about you. it also meant watching him live his best life, even if that meant hooking up with an uncountable number of different girls. additionally, it also meant getting him out of the bad situations by claiming you to be his girl when some obsessive girl tried to hit on him in the club.

on this particular night, shawn pulled you out of the club, the sound of 90s r&b booming through your ears and the feel of light pellets of rain thrashing against your shoulders. shawn was much taller than you, just like he was with most people, but even more so because you’d decided to wear your hi-top vans to one of the most popular clubs in town. you fumbled with the lock of your bag, trying to lift the flap open for what you assumed shawn had dragged you out here for, “cig?”

he watched down at you as you fumbled in your bag, raking around for firstly, the lighter and secondly the pack of cigarettes you always had on hold for when you went on a night out. unable to say anything, he let you continue to fumble, knowing just how much you’d always have his back. whenever he’d had one too many to drink, he craved a cigarette, and although he hated to admit it, he craved you. he took the tobacco stick from you, hoping it would crave at least a little of the feeling he had in his heart. “shawwwwwwwwwn, there you are!”

the whiny voice instantly made you roll you eyes and blow out a sigh of frustration, all without putting a face to a name. there was no voice more annoying than this girl; the girl who had been pining over him all night and begging for attention. shawn looked at you with a pathetic smile just as you’d finished rolling your eyes, holding your cigarette in between your lips.

“hey...” he started, far too polite for his own good, because if it was guy doing it to you, you’d be straight up knocking him out, right about now.

“what do you say we get out here?” she giggled, throwing her arms around his neck, almost knocking the poisoned stick from his mouth.

all he could do was shoot you a look of hope, a look that begged for saviour as he muttered a string of innocent words that would hopefully keep the young, desperate girl happy. he tried offering her his drink, his cigarette, even tried offering the shirt off his back, all to which she declined, telling him she’d rather just take him instead. he shot you one final last desperate look and you sucked in your cigarette hard, before putting on your best bitch face and bratty voice. “ok. i’ve tried to be nice, but fuck the fuck off.”

the girl looked at you with such confusion it could have made mona lisa burst into laughter before she scoffed, “and you are?”

“his girlfriend, so here...” you handed her a cigarette, even having the nerve the light it for here, “do us both a favour, and leave.”

she looked at shawn, as if for approval, and all he could do was stare at you with a prominent smirk, admiring the most ballsy response you’d ever had to one of his conquests. when he shrugged at her, she grunted, muttering something about a privileged pop-star, only to leave you and shawn laughing like a couple of teenagers who’d snuck out on their first night out. “can we...” his eyes rolled up from the floor to meet yours, glazed vision and one too many vodka lemonades taking over your body, “get out of here?”

shawn propped his arm around your shoulder the entire way to the pizza place. there was more than five pizza places on the way, but he wanted to make sure you ended the evening with your favourite cheesy-mushroom garlic break that only marco’s pizza place could serve. you almost felt nervous as he let his fingers brush against your skin, but suddenly reminded yourself that he thought you were his friend and nothing more. he shoved you into one of the two booth’s when you entered the shop and although you tried to shove the money in his hand, he refused and continued to walk up to the counter and wait for you order.

as he looked over to the booth, he smiled at how you giggled innocently at the instagram or snapchat stories that you played on your phone, almost so much, he didn’t hear the served hand him your pizza. he took the 12" cardboard box, the smell of garlic and mozzarella filling his senses as he slid into the booth opposite you. “what’s funny?”

you re-watched the video before looking up to him and folding open the pizza box, allowing a fast stream of hot steam to separate you both, “brian posted that girl trying to get off with your ear.”

shawn was only annoyed because it wasn't you trying to get off with him. no matter what girl clung onto him, he always wished it was you. he tried to pretend he was cool with it, like any girl trying to get off with him was a normal occasion, but when you replayed the video for the (at least) ninth time, he grabbed your phone from your hand and slammed it onto the table. “what the fuck?!” you screamed, hands instantly grabbing your phone and checking your 21st century baby.

he couldn’t even spit out that he was sorry, because he wasn’t. he didn’t want you to see another girl attached to his hip. he didn’t want you to think he was into someone else. he didn’t want you to think he was making a move on someone, unless that someone was you. he eventually caved, after you’d took another bite of pizza and started scrolling back through your phone, “i’m sorry...i just.... hate seeing things like that. i especially hate you seeing things like that.”

“why?” you simply asked, cheeks full of pizza and body full of alcohol.

“because...” he sighed, reaching his hand out for a slice of your pizza, to which you’d normally slap away, but given his puppy dog eyes and crazy curls, you nodded, “i just wanna go on a normal date. with someone i actually like...” he didn’t know if the alcohol was finally sinking in or whether there was some brave juice in the pizza, “like someone who will get a pizza with me at 2.56am. and offer me cigarettes even though neither of us smoke. and save me from crazy girls.”

you swallowed what you thought was a whole mushroom, trying your best to concentrate on the words he’d spoke. he was most definitely describing you, but whether that was tipsy you speaking, you didn't know. “if that’s your idea of a normal date, we’ve had about 8.”

“are we on a date right now?” he asked, wanting nothing more than to quit the whole joke and take you on a real date, with flowers and champagne and pizza that was only made in italy.

“you deicde.”

shawn tag: @imaginashawnns @fallinallincurls @mendesficsxbombay

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes blurb #dee’s sm blurbing #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes smut

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fruitylibrarian · 3 years

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quest of the spear live rewatch!

i already spewed my pre call to adventure flynn thoughts all over a text post but I would like to repeat: pre-canon flynn my beloved <3

yes he is a bit of a bastard but he just loves his books and he’s so genuinely just like. passionate and like…. Big? does that make sense? like i mean inside. not literally. bright

flynn’s mom is so fucking funny

and she’s Trying Her Best

you know one thing I don’t understand, I assume that flynn could afford to keep going to college because of like grants and scholarships since he’s all smart and like, even if his mom is well off, no one below the morally bankrupt millionaire line can pay for 22 degrees and not die of no-money-itis otherwise known as Starving

but like. why not become a professor or some other academia position?

you’d be incredibly overqualified and you’re a white dude, so while academia isn’t exactly bursting with new spaces to fill I’m sure you could find something???? and like. a professor in particular, while baby flynn might not be great at the connection part, seems like a natural progression to at least try for considering it keeps you in that comfort zone and familiar space just in a different albeit familiar role, and allows you to go on long lectures people can’t interrupt. and like, professors literally like, part of their job is research and to continue learning, so like. it seems like the natural choice for him to go for?

don’t get me wrong, baby flynn in particular might not be extremely well suited considering his lack of people skills, but plenty of professors are brilliant slightly odd smarties who give long, super engaging theatrical lectures (sounds like him!) but suck at one on one meetings and talking to people or may be accidentally insulting, but like, their class is genuinely interesting and they grade decently so like, I think he could get past that hurdle is what I’m saying

obviously he’d have to work at it and get the skills necessary but you know what that means? MORE SCHOOL, BABY! just in a different direction! like just? it seems like the obvious choice for his situation

ah yes!!! magic letter!!! it’s kind of funny they do this, it’s a great hook and way to make applicants go Uh Excuse Me and want to know more but also like, there’s no proof magic happened either?

although you’d think some people would get obsessive like let me tell you if i encountered real ass magic like that i wouldn’t stop until i had an answer

ah the Incredibly Long Interview Line. it’s kinda how funny how like. Not Special he is but at the same time he is?

“never been treated so badly in my entire life!” what did you say to him charlene

i’m sure he deserved it i just want to know

wait oh no i just realized

all these people are dead

every single one of them got murdered in the first episode of the series

jesus that’s dark

not gonna be able to stop thinking about that one huh

also love how it’s pretty evenly men and women

although it’s still mostly white

fuck that lady just left crying I know they’re doing this to turn up the drama but DAMN, charlene

god he almost gave up. remember the timeline episode where he never became the librarian? weird.

Gkjlfkgjhfglh Where Do You Think You’re Going? (weak gesture like “me?”) Yes You. Get In Here amazing how can she even see him she’s around the CORNER. camera? magical surveillance? why? just to freak people out? amazing.

i do so love charlene, it’s a shame she wasn’t in the show more

also she literally never explains shit. What Makes You Think You Can Be The Librarian he doesn’t even know what that means, charlene

He Doesn’t Even Have A Library Science Degree

oh wow he does actually have librarian qualifications lmao

why did i not remember that

DLKFGJDFG I did remember him sherlocking her tho

wait her MARRIAGE? to WHO?

i thought her and judson were a thing despite jenkins being into her or something?

huh

also why does this qualify him to be The Librarian™ like oh he can sherlock? ok?

maybe it’s just bc he had the balls to do it

well, the sherlock thing is also not completely unhelpful it just doesn’t seem central to his skills, or at least, not the way he uses it (do we see him use it like this again? he usually applies more obscure knowledge then ye classic deduction sherlockian skills if I remember correctly which I may not because my brain is smooth)

judson is such a fucking drama queen

LKDJFGLKDJFGLDKFJG I FUCKING FORGOT HE LITERALLY JUST FUCKING REPEATED HIS MOM’S LITTLE PHRASE AMAZING

also why did he seem to think her sending everyone home meant he didn’t get it why would she stop all interviews because you fucked up

he just fucking walked out of a wall judson you are so dramatic

also warehouse 13 vibes huh. welcome to a world of endless wonder

I could do a whole fucking thesis on warehouse 13 and the librarians or—well that’s a whole other tangent

anYWYA

this interview was remarkably easy tho, it’s not like he wasn’t impressive but it wasn’t mindblowing either????? this coming from a big fan of flynn

the big shiny wonderous eyes as the library lights up……flynn my beloved

also his floofy hair ldkfgjdlkfgj

he’s like this is too good am I being prank’d

why the mona lisa?????iIs the mona lisa magic??? It only became famous because it got stolen why would it be magic??? Is this one of those we make it magic by believing it or some shit things???

Flynn Do Not Open The Random Box In The Library Of Incredibly Dangerous Artifacts

oh hello excalibur !!

oh rip flynn immediately being like “oh im not worthy, trust me” with 100 percent certainty im hurt oof

KSJFLGKDJGLKDJG THE APPLE “the apple from the garden of eden…….” *judson takes a bite* “actually I just left this here”

excalibur hello properly!!!!

judson is such a fucking DRAMA QUEEN he’s so casual!! and cal you too you slippery bitch!

ah the jetpack.

DLFKGJDLKFGJ “it usually takes a new librarian four hours to find the jetpack. you did it in three! congratulations” love the implication that every librarian (at least since it was added to the library) has done this no matter how serious like the bad guy of this movie… *checks notes* edware wilde? jetpack. darrington dare, probably? jetpack. i like to think jenkins did it too (not technically a librarian, but you know)

flynn thinking of himself as embarrassing… ☹

HIS MOM IS SO PROUD OF HIM

part sweet, part funny, part rip

I don’t know what she was expecting when he said librarian tho like. originally he literally looked at shit for FRY COOk degrees don’t always mean shit you know

and librarian is up there with professor in Perfect Jobs For Flynn like what did you expect??? Like even if he’d become an archaeologist (a “cool” job) it’s not like that pays super well either as far as I know??

he was never going to be Traditionally Successful

he’s still the same person he still has the same strengths and passions of course he would go into academia and do something like librarian like????? her reaction saddens me.

just be happy for him!! look at him!!!

ok first of all even normal non magic librarians don’t just put books on shelves and that’s a condescending reduction of the job, and second of all, he is so happy!! he has a job, he’s taking responsibility, he’s meeting people, isn’t that enough??? isn’t that literally what you wanted??? even if it WERE what you think it is why couldn’t it just be a good first step??? like??? fuck??? you did been know that he was doing all those fancy degrees because he loved them not because they’d get him some super fancy job??? I mean egyptology is not the most profitable field you know this isn’t med school or whatever

god.

flynn’s mom, visibly not proud and very upset: of course im proud of you!

ok im being a little unfair, she’s trying and clearly she’s been supportive of him, if not straight up enabling of him, but like this is clearly being presented as like. normal person who is normal forced to take care of freakish strange son who is so nerdy and strange and a loser and she is so tired of his shenanigans and all that WORK she put in and he’s NOT FANCY AND CHANGING TO CONFORM TO HER IDEALS OF A GOOD SUCCESSFUL SON/MAN?

and that’s just all very. sigh.

the snake brotherhood are such obnoxiously cheesy villainous villains they’re even called the snake brotherhood

also I think we’re supposed to recognize him as the previous librarian from the painting but if I didn’t already know that I for sure would not know that

smartass flynn is a smartass

I never got people bringing someone coffee to impress them unless they knew their order like there’s no way you know who she likes her coffee so you could so easily get it wrong—like even if you don’t know exactly how much sugar she wants, you could also just get it entirely wrong like assume she likes black coffee but she likes it super sweet, or vice versa, or whatever. it can go wrong so easily!

or she could go “I Hate A Kiss Ass”

she did take it anyway tho so.

ah i did forget (or just not actively think about) how much like… christian mythology there is in this show :/ I mean we did been knew (excalibur and arthurian legend are pretty important to the mythology)

not that christian mythology is inherently bad it just gets a) annoying, b) boring, and c) y’know, very western centric and all

but then trying to reconcile di—you know what that’s a tangent for another time

then again I do assume no one is going to read this

the library really does just throw new librarians into death and go “hope this is fine!” huh

did they just imply god is canon in the “the librarian” universe

you were so cryptic with the no one thing!! just say NOONE

he’s scribbling in his notebook and mumbling out loud what a mood and I love him. what a nerd

ldfkgjdlkjg god sexy jazz music and a breeze this is so dumb

I do hate the forced love interests in all these movies it’s always like Some Hot Girl Is There And They Get It On!

like he really had chemistry with eve and banter but here it kinda feels like that wish fulfilment and then the nerd gets the hot chick the end and im saying that as the nerd

it doesn’t help that each movie has a different one who immediately is dropped as if she never existed afterwards

maybe it’s not as bad as I remember but. sigh

my instant impression of her is to not like her sorry nicole :/

she’s just so rude? she’s like. hot (derogatory)

i get there’s gender politics here with like. she’s used to being treated like a piece of meat and generally like, why not reap the benefits when you are going to get the creeps too, but like, also she’s just so unnecessarily rude—I mean rejecting his clumsy flirting is one thing but you know—ok I won’t even get into that the point is I just don’t really like her that much even tho I don’t think she’s necessarily a bad person or anything you know

but to be fair I think she got better and I remember her being compelling in her return to the show

and like. I do like how the trend in this franchise is “smart little nerd librarian and badass lady guardian kicks ass” but I do wish that it turned around occasionally. we do get cassandra but like. more lady librarians

wow an air marshal? aren’t they rarely even on flights?

sorry im being nitpicky there for sure lmao. please delete the cinamasins ding my words probably summoned from your brain

I get why shoving him out was necessary but also Wow

Gjklhkjfgh imagine sitting next to some mumbling nerd the whole flight and then you see him fly past the windows

LFKGJDLKJDFG he brilliantly lowers our expectations then jumps without a chute! remarkable!

hilarious or commentary on men getting credit for womens’ competency? why not both

i really thought that she was going to be a lying liar the first time I watched this

ah naïve boy. “uh that’s against the law”

flynn’s greatest strength isn’t just his knowledge but his like. breadth of different topics, just like, passion for learning of any time, and like. the ability to not just know a lot of different things but cross-reference and apply them to each other and use them in tandem to understand a greater whole

and we love that for him!

ah flynn therapizing himself lmao

why would she take him going “this bridge is rotting and physically cant support our weight” as a challenge

or him being cowardly like THE STRUCTURAL SUPPORTS ARE ROTTING

YEAH WHAT DID YOU EXPECT OF COURSE HE FUCKING FELL

ok i lied i like nicole i just don’t love their dynamic

i get what they’re going for i just. not my thing

like with eve there was still a clear mutual respect? i guess? idk

maybe it’s just because i’m more sensitive to mean banter? i don’t like mean banter, even when it’s like, def 100 percent well meaning and not mean spirited and no one is actually offended or hurt

although despite not liking their Thing I do a) think it’s very cute how he looks at her, b) their vibe as they start to get to know each other is Better, c) the end of the movie scene where she rides in for maximum drama? now that was good shit.

oh he’s sherlocking her in a shy attempt to impress her but it’s only going to piss her off, right?

oh she’s just sherlocking him back

KSGFJLDKFGJ LMAO “nerd” and that’s it. fair

Cutting Off His Head damn that’s hardcore

hmmmm cringe,

and more cringe

and cringe.

her waking up to him gone right after telling that story about waking up to her librarian gone and then killed—oof

love the serpent brotherhood lady being like wow!! he’s SO COMPETENT!! (cuts to him screaming)

do these ancient traps just have infinite arrows?

also I do love the whole waltzing across trope what can I say im a sucker

DFLKGLDKFGJLDKJG fucking CHUCKS SOMETHING AT IT and immediately where he would be standing is crushed by a huge rock amazing

he literally just chucked a rock at it and it fell over

ah the classic “let the hero get it for us” move

oh there he is! rip

why does he look like macpherson

not really but kind of

also contrast between the lady always being like “omg the librarian is so smart” and him assuming nicole is the one who did the smart thing

“your tears were perfect” how much more of an asshole can you get

They really could have played him as more sympathetic—“oh, we’re always around these powerful artifacts but we never use them for good! I had to do it, I was sick of sitting back and doing nothing” or like “all those years of danger and guarding powerful things and what good did it ever do me? what do I get for my service?” or anything but nah hes just like “mm power good babes. anyway I love sex and being mean”

to be fair flynn he was the librarian too—a real librarian? I mean yeah edward was corrupted and ultimately failed his duties but he had to have been qualified and actually got the job for a reason

flynn I know you think you sound badass but you really don’t

god not shangri-la again. everything the show did with that was. Bad. yikes

why is—god, I should really learn her name [checks notes] lana fangirling so much?

also following the lamia tradition of “serpent brotherhood second in command who is more interesting than the main evil white guy and also a pretty woc” huh

never got like “this is literally impossible” “well do it or I [generic bad guy threat]” like usually that means nothing lmao

LDFKGJLDKFJLDKFGJ ok first of all god is me? bitch?

second of all. me in english? on this fucking ancient very much not english thing? I mean I guess a) it might not be literal, even though he did say “m, e” by letters, b) it is a christian myth so maybe planted later??? but like?????

dude. giving the super powerful artifact to your prisoner? bad idea. if you’re worried about booby traps have a minion do it.

oh yes your gun is so scary in the face of a temple collapsing

why do heroes always think the whatever is safer with them than the temple that’s guarded it for a thousand years

I get it’s been discovered but like. fuck. still

You Are Going To Crash This Helicopter

SLKGJ HORRIBLE HIGH VELOCITY PIE OF DEATH

flynn and judson…..wholesome

oh here comes more forced romance

just let them be friends who grow to mutually respect each other blease

it is very fucking funny that the mom is like ….. oh my god…. oh my god,,, a WOMAN AJUST ANSEWREDM Y SDONGS PHONE?????????OH MY GOFD?????

he is bisexual. but it’s good he’s getting out

ah floofy hair

cahooting,

Yes You Do Need Clothes

that’s a teleporter sir

god eddie wild is such a boring fucking villain and person

and his plan SUCKS

also the serpent brotherhood (why BROTHERhood?) sucks and hates the library why would they just let this guy, a librarian, literally be their new leader

wow he just stabbed a guy on his OWN TEAM for no reason

great going asshole

love how lana is just like…. O-O

we stan lana. she hasn’t done much and she’s technically a bad guy i just love her

“at last we can be one” what does that even mean

why would lana or any of them want to help him he just killed one of their own for no reason hes clearly tripping on power and leaving yall to die

lfkgjdlkfgj flynn dodging so hard while the others is fight and then PUNCHING A GUY

dfglkjdflgkj wait it’s the professor dude why is that so funny

is he WITH THEM??? I think I just missed something

hold on a sec

yeah I think he just appears??? And flynn just fucking broke his nose iconic

wait so was he with them or is he just here going WHY ARE THERE RANDOM PEOPLE IN MY PYRAMID????????????

oh right he built the—ok I got it

Wait what

I mean I did think lana was neat and she seemed impressed with flynn but what shes just like, in love with him now? that makes zero fucking sense why would she want them to Be Together

Is it just so there can be a catfight between the two hot chicks?

seriously tho? morally pure blonde blue eyed girl versus Evil Asian Chick? really?

for the record NOT THAT IT MATTERS but lana is way cuter im just saying

ah badass judson

THE COMEDY OF THE CAPSTONE CRUSHING HIM DLFKGJDLKFGJ

oh………….pulling out excalibur…. predicable but so good

oh the painting….the very Parenty way of revealing it…… wholesome

oh did NOT like that transition

oh here comes the badass fucking entrance with his gf busting in on his mom trying to set him up with girls

HER ENTRANCE IS SO UNNECESSARAILY DRAMATIC I LOVE THEM

I just love the mom’s face ldfkgjldfkgjdlkfgjdlkfjgd shes like WHAT THEGUFVCJK

again I don’t love the vibes of “oh my weird loser son is finally normal!” but to be fair im exaggerating a bit from just facial expressions it’s just. sigh

but ngl the vindication of him being able to be like. yeah that’s right im a badass now and my gf is cool as fuck is still good

him and nicole do have not terrible vibes at the end but if I remember correctly that mission (time travelling ninjas and hg wells’s time machine) is the one that separated them so rip I guess

overall: good movie! as cringe as I remember but I still love flynn so much

#flynn carsen #the librarian: quest for the spear #going to bed now. perhaps the others tomorrow

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normal-thoughts-official · 4 years

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Bitch talk about rapharl teaching Alec how to cook a good meal for Magnus and both deciding to work together after lot of bickering because of Magnus bane love juices (u said in your last answer to ask u this so I now demand)(also coz I m Intruiged)

bitch i literally have already told u about this but also sure uwu

ok so like….. alec doesn’t get food. that’s just how it is. he grew up eating nothing but institute food and you can bet your ass there wasn’t seasoning on that shit. on like shadowhunter christmas or fucking something they put salt on the food and that was real adventurous. in shadowhunter culture, food was always seen as nothing but means to an end, Nourishment™ and nothing more. i’m surprised they even had shit like pancakes instead of just being like “for my patrol i am bringing this raw kale, yoghurt and rice smoothie. it is the best combination of nutrients for this time of day & activity” or just straight up eating like nutrient paste like those astronaut food thingies, but i suppose for that last one you would need technological development. do shadowhunters even have blenders tbh. anyway

the point is, food isn’t culturally an important thing for shadowhunters, which is all but canon considering the face magnus made at institute food (seriously, like… the trauma), and there is NO WAY alec knows how to cook. moreover, he doesn’t really get the inherent connection magnus has with culinary as a way to keep tradition alive and express one’s feelings, including love

but he does understand the basic fact that food matters for magnus. it’s funny to me because during s1, every time they talked about dates, alec suggested drinks (as he knew it was something magnus liked), but magnus always went for restaurants. the ethiopian place he knows, the place they went to in tokyo for their second date... i think drinking is more flirting for magnus, but going to a restaurant is more romance. because like not to slut all over the place yet again, but food is love

all of that to say (can u tell this is gonna be a really long answer) that alec is smart enough to eventually realize that magnus would love it if he made him some food. but does alec know where to start? no. he can’t like, tell a carrot apart from a broccoli tree and that’s just how it is. so, he goes to raphael for help, because he knows for a fact that raphael loves cooking and that magnus loves raphael’s cooking

and because alec is Like That his approach is very much like… “okay so teach me right now how to make a michelin star-worthy meal” and raphael is like… rubbing his temples, stressed out already, because goddamn

so raphael has to sit down and explain the facts of life, i.e. that it doesn’t work like that, to him. cue dramatic speech about how cooking is an art, it’s not just about following a recipe. raphael could teach alec the steps to the most intricate dish, and it wouldn’t be worth anything if alec didn’t understand food, how it worked and how it meant. you don’t expect someone to draw the mona lisa just from knowing art theory. it takes practice, and love, and dedication, and raphael is willing to teach alec all that, but he has to understand that it will take a long time

and alec is like. what the fuck is a mownay leezah and raphael has to sigh and be like. cooking is like mastering a weapon. you have to train. and alec is like ah okay understandable

cue cooking classes, which will 100% be written here like some “the hero is trained by their wise, old uncle on the ways of fighting” trope because like, yeah. so put on some music that matches that tone

so for the first class raphael puts some soup in front of alec and alec is like. hmmm. and raphael is like “take some and tell me how it tastes” and alec of course goes all “soup……” and raphael raises his eyebrows at him and he’s like “vegetable soup……” and raphael makes go on gestures as patiently as he can and alec is like “i think there’s……….. potato”

so speech number 1: to be able to cook, you need to know how to eat. cooking is something that you do with all your senses. you need to be able to taste, and tell what’s missing, or if there’s too much of something, and if the texture is right, etc. you need to know what you’re looking for, you need to understand how to improvise, you need to pay attention and be in tune with it. you have to understand the ingredients. and alec is just like, nodding along and doing his best, because look. he might be a himbo with no previous experience on this and he might have no idea what raphael is talking about, but he does want to get this right, and understand this part of magnus better, too. only reason he’s not taking notes is because raphael looked at his notepad like he was going to die

alec takes to describing and understanding textures pretty well (hypersensitivity, babey!), but struggles a lot more with tastes because he doesn’t really have the apparel to describe it accurately due to lack of experience with that. which quickly makes raphael kinda.. sad. he went years without eating (he WILL find a way to be able to eat AND be still a vampire if it’s the LAST THING I DO IN THIS STUPID LIFE) but he can still tell what everything tastes like from memory. it’s not that alec can’t tell, he just… doesn’t know what to do with them because he was raised in a culture that literally didn’t care (and possibly forced him to eat Bad Texture foods and shit like that because it’s not like he has the space to complain about that, does he? and as a fellow autistic raphael can sympathize with that very, very well)

so slowly but surely alec starts to pick up on tastes and describing and telling them apart and recognizing them when together, you know, shit like this. and sometimes he can recognize something from places magnus has taken him to before and he’s like oh, ginger! that’s what it was! magnus likes this, and his eyes are so full of love raphael has no choice but to huff like a kid because he can’t be caught thinking that it’s cute that alec loves his dad so much

(but it earns him many points in raphael’s book)

once alec graduates in Eating, they go to speech number 2: Why You Have To Vibe With The Ingredients. maia is there for that one because i said so, and anyway they need to get to taki’s to have this particular class because they grow at least some ingredients there okay let me have this (one of the things that made maia’s heart melt for raphael the most was seeing the way he was so careful and loving with the plants, like….. especially if they’ve started working together before raphael could eat food, he would just treat them with so much care and longing and put his all into making sure they grew healthy and well and it was just… heartwarming and heart wrenching in equal measures). but anyway she mostly takes to sitting on the counter, watching this unfold, and being very amused

so raphael shows alec, who promptly almost steps on a really small basil tree, leading raphael to scream NO!!! like he is dying and making maia almost double over with laughter, what they have. obviously they can’t grow enough shit to run a whole ass restaurant but they have almost all kinds of herbs and a few quick-to-grow, easy-to-take-care-of ingredients like tomatoes and squash. bonus for these ones: their fruits are also very visible! so raphael gets to show alec how they grow, what the texture is like, how much they weight, etc. obviously he doesn’t expect alec to grow his own ingredients or anything, but it is important to pick the right ones, otherwise no matter what you do, your food will suck. and seeing some examples of them growing might help you understand why and how that works

so raphael goes around to teaching him how to select the best ingredients according to type of vegetable, then meat, chicken, etc. and like not to slut over raphael but for just a second can i say that he’s just… such a patient fucking teacher, even when alec makes him want to die on the spot, and he is clearly so passionate about the subject, like he talks about it with such conviction and care and wants to make sure that alec understands exactly how it works beyond just decorating what is the correct texture for what and maia is just making heart eyes at him the whole time. she came here to be amused but seeing her boyfriend like that really makes her melt. ugh i love them

also every once in a while alec will say something Painfully Shadowhunter-y and raphael will just stare right at maia with the deadest-looking eyes you’ve ever seen in your life, and she almost spits into her own coffee at least once. sometimes she pats his shoulders all like “hang in there, bud”. but also like, he can’t fool her and she knows that he’s proud whenever alec gets it right, and he’s happy that he gets to do this for magnus, even if kind of second handedly. he knows that it will make magnus immensely happy if alec manages to make him a good meal, and like, he deserves it. plus, raphael just loves food and being able to share what he knows about it is always a joy. not that he won’t complain the whole time. but you know

okay so for next time, alec actually gets to cook for real! some good ole’ s o u p. and alec’s like “hmm. i mean i wanted to make something nice for magnus, you know?” and cue speech number 3: if you aren’t able to make a really good soup, you won’t be able to make anything else. it doesn’t matter how simple the dish is, what matters is to do it right, to make it with love, and to make it taste like home. soup is not just soup, it’s warmth, it’s love, it’s caring, it’s peace. i want you to prove to me that you can pour your whole heart into whatever you make magnus. there are no better or worse dishes, there are dishes more suited to one’s taste, or to an occasion. if magnus is upset, some nice, hot soup is going to soothe him way better than the most delicate pastry. so make me some soup, lover boy, and prove to me that no matter what it is, you can put your love for magnus and take care of him all the same

and alec is not one to back down from a challenge, so he sets his jaw and proceeds to cook like he is heading to battle, or in an episode of hannibal, or some shit. and inevitably he overthinks every single detail and it turns out weird and suboptimal, and raphael is like “i can taste your nervousness in this” and alec is like “nervousness is not a taste” and raphael is like “and yet”

speech number 4: you don’t have to think about it, you have to feel. if you’re thinking too much, you’re stuck in your own head, you’re not paying attention. food isn’t made with the mind, it is made with the senses. pay attention to the textures, tastes, sounds, colors. don’t be out there trying to think of what the most accurate combinations are, or something. just pay attention to what you’re doing

and alec’s like. “i’m too autistic for this humbo jumbo i don’t know how to cook through following my heart” and raphael, ready to smack him with a newspaper, is like “it’s not about following your heart, it’s about following your body, paying attention to what you feel. you are more likely to notice texture differences, tastes, sounds, brightness. use that” and alec’s like alright

anyway so alec makes some and it’s like, alright, not fantastic, but good. then for the third one raphael just goes “ok just think about magnus” and alec is like *vibrating* man i sure do love magnus and he’s practically secreting heart emojis through his pores and raphael is like uggghhhgghhhghghhghhhhhh g r o s s, texting maia about his woes and pain lmao. anyway you guessed it the soup turns out great cuz i’m a corny bitch. raphael is like maia. maia. the soup was so good. just because he was thinking about magnus. he’s actually worthy of my dad. uggghhhhh put a stake through my hEART and maia is just like. pat pat

okay so then they go to more technical shit like chopping techniques and temperatures and stuff like that you know the usual shit. and raphael teaches him some more recipes until he eventually decides that alec is good enough to learn something fancier to woo magnus with - idk what that would be tbh so like insert something here. and okay alec graduates cooking class woohooo

and then a few days later magnus goes visit raphael and he’s all like “so… alec cooked for me the other day” and raphael pauses and softens incredibly and is all like “did he now?” and magnus nods, clearly so happy it’s unbelievable, possibly a little in awe because he wasn’t expecting the sudden display, not when he knew that alec wasn’t exactly interested in culinary, much less for it to be so good. like obviously alec had put thought and work into this and it’s just… really nice. and he felt just so cherished and loved and i just aaaaaaaa

obviously he tries to keep the lovey-dovey shit to a minimum, if anything because raphael already teases him enough (he’s still not over “because you’re totally unbiased”), but it’s just so obvious that he’s happy and he can barely hide a smile behind his tea and whatever raphael made for him (pan dulce maybe?) and he looks almost giddy, and that’s enough for raphael to feel accomplished. and he asks what alec made for him and magnus goes “soto ayam” and raphael’s eyes widen in shock and he smiles to himself like “the bastard”, because in the end alec made magnus soup, soup from magnus’ culture, because he understood perfectly exactly what raphael meant with food being love and care, and i just aaaaaaaaaaa

and don’t get me wrong he’ll make magnus fancy dinners too eventually, with roses and wine and the whole shebang, but he specifically chose soto ayam to be the first because he just loves magnus and wanted that to show through his food before anything else and i just doadsiahdaih im a soft bitch the end

#malec #alec lightwood #raphael santiago #shadowhunters #sh #maiaphael #maia roberts #malec ficlet #kinda idk #magnus bane #brotp: i'll do whatever it takes to protect them #ask #pastaingallday #autistic alec lightwood #autistic raphael santiago

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thelostandforgottenangel · 3 years

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Nightmare AU: Part 5 - Trip To Town

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The drive to get off the property took a bit given the road wasn’t really defined other then a path through the trees from years of pulling up and down it loving how beautiful it was out there

There was nobody for miles which they liked; just trees, wild animals, and nature to see as far as her eyes could

She knew she had heard it somewhere from either in a movie or a song but – there was no place she would have rather been no matter how hard the worked to survive here she loved every second of it

Finally getting down the incline that led up to the house and feeling her tires hit the flat meant the first bridge was coming up, getting ready to grab the controller she jumped slightly when her phone went off from Donnie reminding her to be careful and that they loved her giggling to herself knowing he was in his room watching his camera screens

Even if she felt safe on their property it always left a warm secure feeling to know he was watching her

A smile pulled at her lips upon getting to one trail cam facing towards her blowing a kiss in that direction hoping he was looking right then; she knew he watched those screens even if she tended to play dumb from time to time knowing he was there made it easier to go

After ten minutes she was hitting the first button on Donnie’s remote before she even got to the creek not wanting to stop for long but still drove slowly over the metal grate hearing it lowering once she was over; the satisfying crunch of gravel shortly later meant she had reached the private road checking the way she was going even if nobody had ever used this road before it was just a habit

Pulling off she had to wait until she was a bit closer to the next receiver pressing the second button just before reaching the main bridge having to stop to let it lower and make sure it didn’t get stuck after Donnie had just fixed it a week ago holding her thumb up to the camera that was blinking letting him know it was working properly before waving a final time

The last button was tapped as soon as she was on the main two lane road seeing the barrier camouflage the way she had just came as she pulled off now looking like a dead end of trees and shrubs at the slight curve; heading off a bit faster the girl breathed in the fresh air that whipped through the cabs open window

There was never anyone out this far thankfully; the road just hers for nearly thirty minutes before ever seeing any houses to her right some far and in-between given the size of the properties outside town

A while later she was smiling once she was turning onto the elderly woman’s property seeing her on the porch in her rocking chair looking up in surprise as she heard somebody driving up; a wave from the excited woman was all the young woman needed to know she was happy to see her like always as she pulled the truck in the yard parking in her normal spot “Hey Granny!”

Once out of the cab she heard a eager baying coming around the truck being greeted as always by the old hound Misty who loved following the younger woman as she worked ruffling her droopy ears cooing as she walked; meeting the woman halfway she squeaked out a laugh upon getting a big hug like every time she was there cackling as she was squeezed tight “Welcome back baby” her cheeks were smothered in kisses giggling more at the woman’s affections having learned to love them with time “O-Oh you look so pretty today justa glowing and radiant as ever and - who’s cologne is that on you child? Got you smelling so good”

She had never imagined feeling loved from anyone but her family – at least until she started working here

Mary Malone was the sweetest lady she had ever met; a bit on the heavy side her hair was jet black peppered with strands of white for her age, of course she didn’t look to be in her late seventies and given she still got around pretty well on her own and liked to do the lighter work around her place she was a lively person, she did have a mouth like a sailor and the sass of a teen, but could cut diamonds with her tone when correcting somebody

But none the less she was a sweet old lady

Mary was like a grandmother to her and when there she was treated like her granddaughter given she didn’t have much family still around

Following her up on the porch she took a seat in her normal wooded chair across from Granny taking the fresh sun brewed sweet tea offered and laughing as Sheila; Mary’s strange little tabby jumped into her lap curling up and purring at the scratches to her ears as they talked on a few things before seeing the woman waiting to hear why she was there on her day off

As much as Mary loved seeing her it was unusual to see her outside of work days unless she was checking on her in the winter months

“I woke up to start my chores after getting a bit of sleep and some breakfast only to find a wolf got Cream Puff… tore him apart, there was almost nothing left by the time I found him” she saw the woman shake her head mumbling out about her troubles with the packs in the area over the years saying it was a damn shame she had lost him before the girl slowly sat up hoping this wasn’t too forward “Granny I know it’s a lot to ask and I’ll understand if you don’t want to go for it but – I want to do any extra work you have here with no pay; work up a credit and maybe – when your girl has her litter I could have two piglets this year? Looking to have a male and female but you know I will pay for them if you need me too”

She saw the woman waving for her to stop shaking her head thinking she was about to get lectured on trying to take advantage of her but like always the old woman started in on her normal funny rant playfully reprimanding the girl while laughing “Oh now you stop that this instant! Child you work too much as it is; give you more work, no pay - it’s ridiculous! No you young lady will do the normal amount I give you take the pay and quit the worrying, you do so much around here two piglets ain’t nothin I’m worried over their yours baby, you pick them out - hell take the whole litter if you want!” a small smile lifted the corners of her mouth still planning to work harder to cover the cost before her chin was lifted seeing Mary had sat up further in her chair looking her in the eyes “You need to worry less on working and start living baby, a beautiful lady don’t need to work her life away when she’s got a fire like yours find you a man have some fun your only young once… Life passes us by if you blink; your young go be crazy. In my day we did our chores but once they were done we went out and had fun with friends, flirted with boy’s our daddy’s never approved of, and got in trouble with the law for stupid shit… do something crazy, take risk… hell sleep with a few nice muscled up hunky guys to make a mistake!”

That had her laughing falling back in her chair giggling wildly shaking her head as the old woman looked proud of herself to have the girl in happy tears never seeing her smile much it was her goal to get at least one smile out of her even a good laugh occasionally

She thought on the guys back home a loving smile on her lips as she looked over fond of the woman’s crazy antics looking out over the pasture where the mares were running the fence “I have someone Granny – and he makes me very, very happy, actually he told me this morning I work too much too” she never mentioned she had four men at home waiting on her but her words were true

They made her very happy

After a bit of time just talking over what all she had accomplished the day before she knew she needed to get going not all that surprised the old woman walked her to the truck giving her one last big hug “Start living before it’s too late – and you better bring that young man to see me sometime so I can tell you if I approve then whoop him for letting you work so hard!” another good laugh and she jumped up in her cab waving to the woman before she was gone heading towards town

That time had her reflecting on the woman’s words wondering what living was if what she was doing wasn’t it

Making a quick stop she dropped off the package Raph had done up for Mr. Prods relieved when his grandson met her outside smiling as he paid for the jerky giving her an extra tip for putting up with the man who didn’t understand how weird he could be giving him some of her sweet bread for them to try before heading to deliver the other four boxes and cookies

Luckily people didn’t seem to want to talk too much and they went much faster then she had thought

Once in town the woman sent a message soon as she pulled past the only gas station to let them know she had just got there safe, turning straight into the hardware store she made a small list on a piece of paper before going in and searching for everything Donnie needed until she was sure she had it all

Placing it on the counter she beamed as he held out his hand already knowing the woman’s routine “Uncle Jerry! Hey our favorite costumer is here get John to gather up this for the lady” she shook her head knowing they enjoyed the business handing over the paper to the teenage boy who was ringing her up as she waved at his uncle before grabbing three big rolls of duct tape waiting for her total and paying; giving him extra for the extra feeds she knew they needed

He was about to finish as she slid a small package of jerky for their troubles across the counter “Here I know it’s a lot to get on short notice so – I remembered you three loved this last time-” his uncle snatched the package making her giggle as he ran to the office

“Darling you are a god sent” she waved understanding they would get to it when they could heading off going to pick them up before she headed home so he could get it loaded in the bed once she was done “We’ll have it ready to go in an hour when you come back Miss Dee” she nodded giving them a small thumbs up as she left placing the bags in the front floorboard picking up the large box in the seat carrying it across the street groaning as she pushed the door open sighing

“Smoke I’m here!” stepping in the front door she wasn’t surprised to find a table already sat up for her stuff placing the box in the center “Smokey? Hey it’s Dee Dee you here?” a large burly man walked out of the back carrying three wooden crates of stuff moments later as she moved to help when he greeting her

Considering she couldn’t spend all day in town he had made a place in his store and sold her item hating everything where it needed to be nding off the order forms that had to of just came in as she laid everything out in front of him to let the man pick what he wanted for the stand this weekend happily filling a few new request while they worked filling the orders from the last two weeks letting her sit it up with the price tags while he made them and setting everything where it needed to be

Given her booth space wouldn’t be open until Monday when her days would start earlier then ever he usually set it up in his shop for a small fee and ran it for her giving her the money the next time she was in town, although she wasn’t looking forward to it she’d be getting up to head to Mary’s by five am until the frost set in and at the booth by one until she sold out of her stuff meaning the next few weeks were crucial given she’d be out of work until spring

“I think this is enough – although I’m sure it’ll sell out by tomorrow afternoon with the crowds we’ll have” she only nodded as he eyed one of the beautiful boxes with a intricate engraved floral pattern between vines never understanding why she didn’t just open her own business instead of working a stand

Once everything was done he left to the back leaving her to browse his inventory alone not seeing anything she needed then quickly calling her goodbyes before heading to the market stands set up in the gated off area beside the building seeing they had set up a bit early this year but appreciated it none the less since it meant she could buy the smaller things they might not have thought about

She was cautious around the people she had never seen there, sticking to the ones she knew had good quality items buying anything that would come in use like tools, some fresh honey from the local bee keeper, and fabric to start making her stuff while talking with a few of the women she usually sat up shop with around this time of the year

To her surprise she found a few new books for Donnie at one merchant knowing he hadn’t gotten any in the last three years made them a big must collecting several that seemed interesting enough for her genius, and she was more then delighted when she saw handmade candles getting some for the nights they just wanted to relax knowing Leo would love them, lastly was stopping to look at the flowers that wouldn’t be there much longer paying for a bouquet to be picked up after she was finished with her errands

The thrift store owner saw her coming and already had a bag of oversized clothes prepared for her before she placed his order on the counter grinning as he had to get a cookie right then groaning they were the best she had made yet; a compliment he gave every month even if the recipe never changed

Given he had her stuff ready she still took the time to look around finding some boots that were in her size, some jeans she could easily fix for her, a double layered jean jacket with a hoodie she couldn’t pass up, and a couple thick jackets that could be altered to fit the guys

Off to the back of the store were toys and other miscellaneous items she always found interest in; the antiques were her favorite touching several angel statues she really wanted before an old glass doll in a green Victorian style dress and white ringlets falling from the little up do caught her eye, picking it up she thought on Luna – how she wished her baby sister could be there with her to beg for toys and clothes before carrying it up to the front wanting to place it on the memorial shelf for her sister to see

Normally she wouldn’t bother with something so nice but she couldn’t pass it up

As always the man didn’t charge full price having never seen her buy anything for herself besides the essentials of clothing he wrapped it up as she looked at the small box of jewelry on the counter

He told her to be careful going home as she was leaving but something caught her eye having to stop to look at a massive leather jacket that for a small thrift store was pretty nice super thick with pockets and buckles on the side looking at it for a moment longer before doing her measurements in her head thinking there was no way it would be in that great of a condition and in a place like this “Danny – how much for this?” she looked at it again as the man stepped towards her looking at it not finding a tag meaning it had either fallen off or had just been placed up front not priced yet

“Tell you what – you got two more boxes of those cookies I’ll throw it in in the bag and we won’t tell the boss lady” he winked as she looked up her face showing her shock but without question turned running out to the truck and bringing in the two boxes he asked for as he took it and hid it in the bag

Inside she was praying it would fit Raph like she thought it would because he had always wanted one

Her treasures being placed in the seat so nobody would take them she finally made it to her last stop backing in to a spot close to the door

She stepped into the grocery store not seeing the owner for once; being small they didn’t have much but she knew from years of going there they had everything if she took her time and looked grabbing two baskets she gathered up the supplies on the paper she carried until she was walking to the front to hand over what she couldn’t get on the floor needing the man there that day to get it from the back

It wasn’t much but included ten sacks of flour, two sacks of beans, forty cans of coffee because they were going to run out if she didn’t double what Leo had wrote down, three big cases of bath tissues and paper towels each, eight cases of the mason jars to be sure they had plenty, and five cases of bottled water for emergencies

Not much if the person getting it had known that was going to be stretched over the next few months

While he was back there she picked out some candy for Mikey and the others knowing they would like it and hurried over to look at the crafts shelf finding six new colors of paints to hold Mikey over

Once she had paid for her load and got several annoyed glances from the worker she pulled the five carts out and started loading it up to be sure she could fit the feed in feeling something tugging on her leg as she shut the back tailgate

She looked down as a small fur ball slipped under her tied plaid shirt looking inside to see a set of bright blue eyes looking at her where it had cuddled up in her warmth looking around before noticing a little girl sitting near the corner of the building searching franticly for something

Stepping over she pulled the kitten from it’s place rubbing it’s back as she tried to give it back “Uh - I think your cat is trying to hitch a rid hon” she was about to hand it back when she saw the little sign beside the small cat bed ‘Kitties to good home’ looking at the orange puff in her arms she petted it for a second really looking it over before sighing wondering why it reminded her of Mikey “This the last one?”

The little nod she got made her look at it again “Mommy said I can’t keep her – can you take her home with you I’ve been out here forevers and evers” she needed to say no; Leo would strangle her for bringing it home but the longer she played with the floffster it got harder

Looking down at the sweet face she was caught by the child giving her the biggest puppy eyes unable to not smile as for a moment as she pictured Luna doing the same thing to get her way finally waving the girl over to the truck after picking up the little bed and the hand sewn fish toy opening the last box of goodies she had placing a few in a paper bag handing them to her

“Here, I’ll give you these and she can go home with me but I get her bed and the fish; deal?” it was unexpected but she was suddenly wrapped in a tight hug from the excited child ruffling her blond curls before she was gone bolting down the road to a house not to far from where she had been sitting looking at the kitten with a sigh as she placed it in the bed next to her on the seat only for the kitten to immediately crawl in her shirt again “I am going to be in so much trouble… lucky your cute”

Pulling off she stopped long enough for the florist to hand her the flowers she had just finished wrapping in paper before backing up to the rear door of the feed store where she saw everything sitting out ready to be loaded walking in as the older men loaded up her order going ahead and adding on cat food laughing as the kitten stayed in her shirt but occasionally peaked out seeing the teenage boy behind the counter seemed to recognize the little creature laughing that she was a softie as it wiggled back to curl into her side making the guy laugh as he carried out the bags for her placing them on t0p then tying everything down patting the back to let her know she was ready to go

She pulled off heading through town but something in her made the woman scan the area to be sure she wasn’t being followed; even after all this time she still worried they would be found even if this place was in the middle of nowhere and several hundred miles from the city

She was about to pass the laundry mat when a woman almost ran out in front of her car having to slam on the breaks fast to not hit her before pulling over when the female didn’t stop running

Concerned even though she didn’t want to be late getting home she jumped out leaving the kitten in the car to follow the woman who had disappeared behind the building wanting to just check on her having seen blood when she passed

When she came around the corner it was clear something wasn’t right; stepping closer to the frantic sobbing woman who was huddled on the ground shaking she could tell there was something really wrong; lifting her face Deanery was shocked to see her lips was busted and her eye was swelling shut wiping the frightened woman off carefully with the corner of her shirt “You okay sugar? Who hit you?” an answer didn’t come but from behind her she heard somebody walking up fast looking back seeing a large man who looked a bit agitated

“There you are Susie- uh come on lets go back home we can talk this out… I’m sorry it won’t happen again-” as he stepped closer she felt the woman pulling away pressing closer to the wall only seeming to anger the man more who raised his voice telling her to get up and go with him only upsetting her more as she cried out pleading him to leave her alone “Get up now and lets go home, you’re such an over dramatic bitch I barely touched you”

Her eyes shifted in instantly glaring daggers over her shoulder at the man who immediately backed up off them before she took the woman’s arm gently looking at her with a small smile helping her up, she didn’t have to ask she could see it

The woman needed help

She guided her past the man still glaring at him as she passed pointing for her to head for the truck when he screamed for the woman at her side “You got somewhere to go Sugar? Want me to drive you there?” a quick frantic nod made her move holding the woman up keeping her at her side while walking to the truck as the man yelled at them but she didn’t look back opening the door to let her in before a hand was grabbing her hair tightly yanking her back roughly before slamming her into the door feeling pain lancing across her face

“She isn’t leaving me! Get back to the house now” she wasn’t one to be handled like that from a stranger and wasn’t one to take it; guess she could blame that on her upbringing or the fact that for the last fifteen years she had dealt with four crazy active rowdy males who liked to spar and wrestle over random shit and she had learned early on to fight back

Reaching behind her his wrist popped as she twisted around forcing it in a weird angle while grabbing him fast by the shirt as her weight shifted knocking him off balance shoving him up against the truck then throwing him to the ground with a small growl waving the woman in before shutting the door to keep her from further harm wiping a drop of blood from her lip where she had bit it

A smile forming as she licked over the small wound feeling a rush swimming through her veins

The commotion had drawn attention from a few people around the area looking on as he got up red in the face “So we like hitting women? Come on dare you to try hitting me” he was moving towards her almost on cue swinging blindly as she shifted enough he punched the solid metal truck hard hearing him howl in pain as no doubtedly something broke in his hand before trying again slugging him once across the jaw when he stepped too close

The men from the feed store came outside after hearing the yelling; seeing what was going on they came running to help her but didn’t make it five steps before she clocked him again

At that point she thought he would give up but when he grabbed her shirt trying to get a good grip only for his elbow to be forced in the wrong direction feeling something crack on impact of her blow, using the momentum she had built up the woman twisted the arm behind him mercilessly planting her foot in the seat of his pants putting him back on the ground

He was back up on his feet in seconds full out attacking her in a full blown rage

She didn’t know why she was smiling but he was amusing, looking like a foal that was learning its first few steps as he tried again to hit her but didn’t have the footing he thought so it just sent him sprawling to the ground, rolling her eyes thinking he was done she turned around to leave “Touch her ever again I won’t hold back on you”

Before somebody could grab him he snatched her arm going for her hair again managing to graze her cheek as he finally landed his first hit looking shocked as she cold cocked him in the nose feeling it break on contact before he went down hard holding his face crying out in agony

“Stay down you piece of shit! Somebody call the cops” her normally calm voice came out in a snarl as one of the men grabbed him keeping him from trying to take hold of the woman again who was shaking the ice that had formed over her knuckles in her anger of being touched off so nobody saw, a few bystanders laughing at the idiot who was still trying to grab her before a loud voice broke it up

She looked over to see one of the officers walking up easing back towards the truck as he tipped his hat to her but it was easy to see he was staring not liking the way he looked at her “I wanna press charges on this woman – she attacked me Bobby”

He was silenced by the wave of a hand as she stood there finding the feed manager at her side standing up for her as the woman in the cab told the officer he had hit her again meaning this wasn’t a one time thing, the voices of everyone who had witnessed it getting silenced again before he was pointing to her wanting her side of things

His brown eyes tracing over her body had her ready to retch

“Officer she ran in front of my truck as I was heading out I saw her bleeding and went to check on her worried for her wellbeing, this guy ran up coming off threatening and yelling so I offered to take her somewhere safe away from him. When she was getting in the cab he grabbed me from behind” her eyes met the man who lunged at her being held back fast but she showed no intimidation at his action “Guess by looking at him you can see where that went… he’s big and mighty when hitting women but a little bitch when one can hit him back”

He laughed what she said off acting like this was no big deal looking the man over joking that he let a woman hit him realizing now this officer knew the man personally hearing somebody mumbling it was his baby brother

“Look – I ain’t got time for this stupid crap. All of you go back to work. Joe, you and Susie stop this lame bickering get back to the house, and you little missy need to keep your nose out of others business she’s always starting crap with him” one of the men in the crowd spoke up angrily telling him he needed to take his job seriously as she called the station deciding what he was saying needed to be heard by his boss and seeing it had been answered she kept going

“Then I want to press charges against him for assault” again she was laughed at making her brow irk as she was denied mumbling he wasn’t going to allow her to give his brother a bad rap over some stupid disagreement looking the woman over waving for the other female to get out of the truck but as he went to pull the door open she placed her hand in the way smiling at him like he was really going to ignore what happened “So – what you’re saying is a man places his hands on a woman, hurts her then attacks somebody who stops to help said beaten woman and your not going to do anything like your ‘job’ which is to serve and protect the innocent… so he just attacked two females and he was just doing ‘what a man is supposed to’ but now your trying to enter my vehicle with no reason… man guess that means I should have just pulled out my gun and fired a few rounds into him since the law means nothing here”

He was starting to look just as angry as the man still being held back meeting her eyes as he got in her face “Listen here you little bitch-” she leaned in waiting for his answer not expecting the hard hand that landed across her cheek sending her into the door hard

“Hey!” hearing the feed store manager John shoot forward pushing the officer back from her as she wiped her face feeling the warmth of blood dripping down her chin all she could do was smile to herself “She ain’t getting out that truck and you ain’t going to ignore your brother is an abusive piece of shit just like you”

Before he could say another word a bigger man stepped over pushing him back before the third man was there cuffing the one who had attacked her “You! In my office now this was your last warning! Magg’s book this trash in - put his brother in there with him while you’re at it until I get there!” the older officer turned to look at her before taking his hat off his eyes landing on both of the young women lingering on the bruised up girl who had locked the truck hiding inside, then back over as the two men were loaded in the back of the cruiser “Miss Dee I am truly sorry for him, are you hurt?” her eyes stayed on the two men until the police car pulled away before shaking her head wiping her nose on her sleeve “Sue, let her take ya over to momma’s I’ll be out there to get your statement I got all I need to charge both of them your free to leave ma’am” she nodded smiling slightly before coxing the woman to let her back in the truck taking out her last box of baked goods handing them to him

“Your wife ordered these I’m guessing I can trust most of them will get to her” the chief chuckled taking it patting the box making most of the people still there laugh as he nodded happily helping her up into the vehicle.

Soon as he was gone she leaned over grabbing a napkin from the dash motioning for Sue to put on her nose, she was just happy she didn’t have to drive out of the way to make her last delivery for today not too worried over what would happen to the men at this point knowing the sheriff would handle it

She took off quickly knowing she might be a little late getting back but took the woman where she was directed smiling seeing the kitten curled up in Susie’s lap napping until it was moved as she pulled up in front of a cute little white farmhouse helping her out and up to the door before an older male and female came out fast fussing over their daughter’s condition, after giving them the information they asked for it took her a bit by surprise hearing them thanking her but was more then happy to do it if it meant she didn’t have to go back to the abusive bastard, finally taking her leave once she knew the woman was safe

She got out of town before anymore could happen calling the guys just needing to hear their voices but instead leaving a message to let them know she was finally heading back when they didn’t answer guessing they were busy trying to get everything done so she wouldn’t have much to do when she did return taking the drive slower to calm down her nerves and feeling the frost developing over where she could feel the bruise surfacing from being hit until she was driving through the barrier

She almost forgot to slow down before the first bridge just wanting to be home now driving up the hill forcing a smile on her face not wanting them to see she was in a mood as she finally pulling into the yard

She had been about to honk when she saw the chickens going in every direction; feathers flying all over the place as they parted enough to see Raph on the ground with a dark form on his shell, they scattered again as Luca bolting into the tree line behind the barn able to hear the feral snarls even over the engine rolling the window up going to get out before hearing a growl she didn’t recognize

Coming through the trees with Luca on it’s tail was a large black and gray wolf with a dark liquid around it’s jaws going after the mutant that kept trying to chase him off before she heard the guys yelling from the back of the house grumbling under her breath as she jumped from the cab “Oh today just keeps getting better-”

She had the rifle off its hooks and in hand loaded seconds later “Get back in the truck! I got the bastard!” the man yelled but she didn’t listen well muttering if he had it he wouldn’t still be chasing him, pushing the kitten back as she slammed the door taking off running across the yard as he grabbed Luca’s leg dragging him towards the edge of the hill trying to take his limb off before pouncing going for his neck

“Over here mutt!” the woman yelling rung out through the yard making silence fall as a cold ice spike formed in her hand; not fully gaining it’s attention she threw the cold barb like she had learned with a knife hitting the huge animal in the side making it yelp releasing the male fast “That’s right big boy this way” she shifted once the animal was looking in her direction whistling to keep it’s attention on her as she held her ground

After all the time up here she had to accept if they were to live they had to do some things they never wanted, she loved the animals that passed across the property thought they were beautiful and this wolf was no exception; he was nothing short of beautiful and majestic and had she been in a safe area this would have been perfect to watch

But she wasn’t; she was in the middle of the yard standing in its sights as she tried to hold her ground not wanting to become prey by running even for being so small she kept her body standing tall

Clearly something wasn’t right with the animal to begin with, wolves were more frightened by people then anything sure there were meal options in their livestock but usually they didn’t come this close to the house if they did they would take off if anyone came outside

Usually only going after the deer’s rather then the animals they kept they had never been a problem for the family, the unused carcasses and inners were always dumped naturally in wolf territory to keep them from coming into their place then Luca would again mark to keep his claim

No matter how cautious she was doing everything she had learned to not become prey the woman was standing in it’s way and she couldn’t help remembering the time a slayer got in the building right before they escaped, her arms trembling panicking in the way the wolf was staring her down keeping her eyes on it but never looking him in the eye

She remembered pushing the kids behind her seeing it as if she were there again feeling the tiny hands clutching to her as it tore and yanked at the bars trying to rip them from the hinges and how she had stood there that way if it came through the door the kids might have time to run for the next enclosure going to be the only one to get hurt if that happened

Shuttering frost started creeping across the grass where she stood frozen not hearing Luca yelling her name before Raph and Leo’s voice cut through the fog snapping the woman to attention

She had barely lifted the barrel firing as he lunged for her missing him by a few inches before Luca was on it again to keep her from getting bit

The wolf tried for her ankle when she scrambled back as its jaws snapped near her thigh next taking aim as it turned on the mutant man firing at the ground to get it to back up but by then it had found soft flesh hearing her friend screaming as it ripped into his shoulder shaking him roughly

Without really considering trying to get the wolf’s attention again she moved in fast firing the shot hitting him directly in the chest smiling in relief as he fell to the ground on top of the man who went still the second the shot echoed around them “Are you-” Luca pushed the large animal off him before getting up realizing she had hit only inches from him checking himself for wounds before looking over at the woman moving closer “Are you mentally deficient you could have shot me!”

She giggled as the other’s came running but her eyes were still wide with fear

Mikey was at her side first hugging her up tight shaking from the experience they had just had laughing at the shocked look still plastered on their friends face not noticing the broken one on hers “If she was mentally deficient she’d have missed” Leo spoke up taking the gun from her trembling hands as the youngest turtle hyped him up high fiving her as she joined in halfheartedly

“Ya gotta admit pipsqueak might be a little bit I mean – she missed half the target” Raph joined in with the razzing on the mutant wolf but he was instantly holding her checking to be sure she was okay nuzzling her once he was satisfied

He was the first to notice she still had said nothing

Almost too slowly she moved forward kneeling down beside the wild dog petting it’s fur down making sure it wasn’t playing coy with them, Mikey moved closer touching her shoulder before kneeling down nuzzling her cheek knowing he was telling her it was okay but she still felt bad; she had to do what she had knowing her views on killing but inside somewhere she knew he could have killed Luca maybe wiped out their livestock had they let him go

This was survival and whether she liked it or not she had to do it “Sorry big guy-”

Leo moved over rubbing her back before helping her to her feet looking her over luckily not asking anything about the bruise probably thinking she had just got it, taking the wolf to the back of the house she didn’t catch what he said as Luca limped off to round up the chickens even though Raph told him to leave them

“Come on guys it getting dark – lets get all this inside…”

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Dangerous Creatures | Chapter 27: All The Time We Waste

Summary: Mackenzie Alemaund is an unlucky 18 year old teenager whose life changes drastically after she gets kidnapped by two vampires and learns, in the same day, that she is not human.

Pairing: Elijah x OC

Words: 3266

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

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Seven days had come and gone since Mackenzie turned Cornelius and his manor into ashes. Seven days since they had to run away from the Forest. Seven days waiting for Heidi and Alexander to find them in Paris and tell them if Margo had condemned them to death.

Confined in their hotel for a week now, Mackenzie and Elijah hadn’t left their room, nor talked to anyone who wasn’t a hotel employee or from a delivery service. Shopping online had come handy, especially since all of their things were still in Germany. However, clothes seemed to be unnecessary now that Mackenzie spent her days in a robe, sitting by the window, looking at a grey and cold Paris.

She had thought, quite foolishly she would say, that the worst had gone. That she had been through enough terrible things, and that she would be able to live in peace from now on. But it appeared that her mother hadn’t quite delivered all of her secrets. Was there any good way to find out one’s mother didn’t die of cancer? Or that one’s ancestor had been killing his entire family in order to live longer? Who she thought was her only family left was only interested in her for her youth and powers. Well, he wouldn’t be hurting anyone else from now on. She wondered how many Fays he had killed or was planning to kill. Did his spells die with him? Or were all the remaining Fays in the Forest also going to die like her mother did? There was only one way to tell, and, according to Heidi, it could also save her life.

If one single Fay were spelled it would be proof of Cornelius’ plans and would prove Mackenzie’s innocence. It was up to her godparents to convince the queen that she had acted in self-defense. It would be hard, especially since Mackenzie had burnt all the evidence.

“What are you thinking about?” Elijah asked as he sat next to her by the window, handing her a hot cup of tea. She took it with both hands, welcoming the warmth invading her skin.

“I’m wondering how no one ever figured out how Cornelius managed to stay alive,” she answered with anger in her voice. “He was surrounded by the strongest witches who ever lived.”

“He was very clever. He had centuries to learn how to fool people. Besides, they probably thought he used the same spells they do. Margo has been around for a while too.”

“Heidi said they used magic to stay young. Cornelius was an elemental, he didn’t have magic.”

“Elementals have their own kind of magic, you know that. And he was a Fay, nature was his element. Witches know what herbs to use to slow down the effects of time.”

“And so did he,” she snarled. “But he chose to kill people instead.”

“Herbs wouldn’t have given him his victims’ powers and would’ve been less effective.”

“If he…” she paused.

“What’s wrong?”

She put the mug down on the table stand behind her before she stood up. “They’re here.”

A few seconds after she spoke, someone knocked on the door. Elijah stood up with a tightened heart, hoping whatever Margo had decided wouldn’t have him kill whoever would be coming after them, because no matter what happened now, he would protect Mackenzie until he was dead. And he couldn’t die.

He opened the door and found Alexander and Heidi standing on the other side. The Original had never seen such a serious look on the heretic’s face. Mackenzie appeared behind Elijah, making him step aside to allow their guests to enter.

“Did you just come out of the shower?” Heidi asked as Elijah closed the door behind them.

“No…”

“Then you should dress. It’s not a time to let yourself go,” the witch reprimanded Mackenzie’s lack of self-care.

“What did Margo say?” Elijah interrupted.

“She wasn’t happy,” Alexander replied. “She really liked Cornelius. Our accusations against him embarrassed her.”

“Queens don’t like to be embarrassed,” Heidi added. “She didn’t want to believe it, at first.”

“But?”

“Did you talk to everyone Cornelius could’ve hurt?” Mackenzie asked, afraid another Fay would die because of Cornelius’ evil ambitions.

“His spells died with him, fortunately,” Alexander said. “However, we were in luck.”

“The manor was badly burnt, completely destroyed, in fact. But we managed to salvage most of the basement.”

“Or what was left of it, at least.”

“Is Mackenzie in any danger from Margo?” Elijah asked, tired of all this chit-chat.

Alexander slid a hand in his jacket pocket and took out a letter from it. It bore Margo’s official seal.

“This is an official document banishing you two from the Forest,” he said as he handed it to him. Elijah quickly opened it and started reading it.

“It’s an order to kill!”

“If you ever step foot in the Forest,” Alexander nodded.

“Alex,” the witch reprimanded. “This isn’t funny.”

“I never said it was,” he shrugged as he took out another letter from his jacket.

“This is a royal pardon,” Heidi quickly said, reassuring both Mackenzie and her boyfriend.

“We found powder in the hallway of the castle, where you were taken,” Alexander explained. “It proved your version of events.”

“The powder matched a substance we found in Cornelius’ basement. Among other herbs and potions used to steal someone’s magic or render them unconscious.”

“We also found a few journals and grimoires. Most of them were burnt but we found names of several of his victims.”

“All Fays,” Heidi added. “All thought to have left the Forest at some point. We never knew what Cornelius was doing until last week. Margo…” she paused. “It was hard for her to admit you did a big service to the Forest. She wanted me to thank you for that.”

“She was good friends with Cornelius,” Alexander said. “He was her advisor and she trusted him. She’ll be in an awful mood for a while… Not sure I wanna go back there ‘till the next century,” he chuckled, however he was the only one finding amusement in this.

“So, she’s safe?” Elijah asked, wanting to make sure no one was coming after her.

“Mackenzie’s safe,” Heidi nodded.

“You’re a hero,” Alex informed her. “The entire elemental community of the Forest is very grateful for what you did.”

“I killed two people,” she reminded them. There was nothing to be grateful about.

“You saved countless of Fays from Cornelius,” Heidi told her. “Be proud of that.”

Proud? Mackenzie didn’t feel proud. But as her godmother thanked her on behalf of all Fays, she couldn’t stop thinking about those words Elijah had once told her, months ago: Robert was her first, but he wouldn’t be her last. And neither would Cornelius.

***

Alexander and Heidi didn’t stay long in Paris. Despite his reluctance in going back to Germany, Heidi had no wish to be anywhere else than in the Forest. They had left behind them all of Elijah and Mackenzie’s luggage. All his suits and all her gowns. The scrolls, the spell books, the old grimoires...

The return of her clothes didn’t encourage her to put some on, and she spent an entire day in the same robe going through the boxes of books and other elemental related research. She didn’t speak much, and though Elijah wanted to help her, he didn’t know how. He didn’t know what she was looking for, or even if she was looking for anything at all. She obviously needed time. Time to reflect on Cornelius’ actions, and on her own. And he didn’t mind giving that to her, if it could help her, if that was what she needed.

Eventually, one morning, she came out of the bathroom wearing one of the fancy dresses she had found online that first week in Paris. It was a short white dress with a slightly rounded skirt. A pink, almost red, flower pattern was scattered all over it. She was wearing a pair of white sneakers and had pulled her hair up in a high ponytail. That day, Elijah recovered his smile, as did she.

They went on to explore Paris, a city Elijah knew well. He knew where to find all of the city of love’s secrets. The beautiful alleys harboring small yet interesting shops, the not so crowded yet delicious restaurants, the best yet deserted places to sit and rest and enjoy the view.

She didn’t speak much as they explored the capital, but she was in better spirit and Elijah was holding onto the little smiles she spared him here and there. They came, they saw, they conquered, and he felt like he had been talking for days on end without getting any answers from her, but he knew she was listening to his every word, trying to remember all of it, her eyes speaking for her, showing her fascination in the vampire’s knowledge.

It was the Louvre that fascinated her the most. Devouring every piece of art with her gorgeous sparkling brown eyes. It seemed Elijah had at least one thing to say about all of them. It was her favorite place in all of Paris, and they had come back every day for almost a week just to make sure they saw everything. At some point, they managed to make their way to the Mona Lisa, La Joconde, after waiting in line for almost an hour just to be able to catch a glimpse of it.

“I don’t get it,” she said, speaking her first words of the day, “it’s not even one of the best works in here.”

Elijah chuckled quietly. “You think it’s overrated?”

“It’s beautiful,” she shrugged. “But I don’t get what all the fuss is about.”

“I think I’ll agree with you on that,” he said, sliding his hand down her arm before intertwining his fingers with hers.

She squeezed his hand as she moved closer to him and they resumed their visit of the museum hand in hand. She absorbed everything he told her, every bit of information, even though she knew it would be impossible for her to remember it all. But she could try to at least learn the most interesting ones. They bought a bunch of pretty yet useless things in almost every gift shop and made a stop at one of the coffees where everything was ten times more expensive than decency demanded. The pastries were good, though, and they wouldn’t ruin the day by complaining.

That night, Mackenzie sat at the window again, her hair dripping wet, the robe absorbing every drop. She stared out the window, looking at the Eiffel Tower glowing in the night. Paris was pretty at night, she had to admit, all those lights made for a beautiful sight.

“You okay?” Elijah asked as he came to sit near her, at the other end of the window bench. He was wearing a casual black shirt and a pair of joggers.

“My feet hurt,” she smiled as she wrinkled her nose.

Elijah laid back on the wall behind him, picking up a pillow from the floor and sliding it between his back and the corner of the window. He took Mackenzie’s left foot and brought it to his knees, then started to massage it.

“We had a long day.”

“Yeah, it’s weird…”

“What’s weird?”

“I don’t feel tired.”

“Ah,” he smiled. “The night is young.”

“Do…” she paused. “Do you feel tired?”

He arched an eyebrow. “I’m a vampire. It takes a lot to wear me down.”

“I know, it’s just…”

“What?”

She sighed. “We’ve been here for almost three weeks now and… you haven’t fed since we left Germany.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he replied quickly. “I’m fine.”

“But…” she didn’t get the chance to finish as he pressed a sensitive part of the sole of her foot which made her breathe out and moan and relax enough to lay back against the wall. “You give me your blood every three days… you’re gonna need to feed at some point.”

“We ran out of blood bags.”

“You don’t need blood bags.”

“I’m fine.”

“I don’t mind…”

“No,” he said, firmly and categorically.

She sighed again as she removed her foot from his knees and sat up.

“Elijah, I really don’t mind.”

“It’s not up for discussion,” he said as he stood up.

She followed him.

“You give me your blood. Why can’t I help you for once?”

“I don’t want your help,” he told her dryly, louder than he intended it to be, making her jump slightly. “I’m sorry,” he whispered as he stepped towards her before taking her face in his hands. “You know what I mean.”

“I know you won’t hurt me.”

“You don’t know that. And neither do I. I’ve never had…,” he paused, “an ultimate’s blood. And judging by the mere smell of it… I know it’s a bad idea.”

“And I know it’s a bad idea for you not to feed.”

He closed his eyes, trying to fight back the temptation, the hunger.

“Elijah,” she whispered. She put her hands over his and moved them away from her face. “I know you’re in pain, I can see it. And I like it as much as you like seeing me suffer. Let me help you. Please.”

“You’re not a blood bag and I don’t want to treat you like one.”

She smiled, then placed her hands on both sides of his face as she tiptoed to rest her forehead against his. He leaned over, his eyes shut as if not seeing her would make it easier to ignore her proposition.

“Let me help you.”

He hesitated for a long moment during which she had started moving her thumbs over his cheeks.

“You’ll push me away if I can’t stop myself.”

“I will,” she nodded.

“You can’t let me hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“Promise me,” he said as he gently seized her wrists. “Promise me you will stop me.”

“I promise.”

She felt his warm breath on her face as he released her wrists. His lips came crashing onto hers almost immediately, surprising her, but not enough that she didn’t kiss him back. She felt his hand on the back of her thigh and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her up quickly only to lie her down on the bed in the next second. The sudden and rapid movement made her gasp. Elijah started kissing her chin, then her throat, then her shoulder. Her robe was undoing itself; the belt had given up. Her eyes grew big as she felt his lips travel down in areas no one had been before. She was only wearing a silk top and the matching underwear, a gift from Margo, or Heidi, she couldn’t remember, that was too revealing to wear alone, so she always put on the robe to stay decent.

Elijah’s fingers were now on her skin as well and she drew a deep breath when she felt them open up the robe. He found the strap of the pale pink lingerie top and let go of it just to make his fingers slide down her body to her bare stomach. His large hand then found her waist and his thumb started caressing her skin. His lips came back up to her throat, then her chin, just to find her lips again. She placed her left hand on the top of his arm, the one he had on her waist, and slid her other hand in his hair.

He broke the kiss, allowing her to breathe again, just to take her breath away all over again as he said three words she had longed to hear.

“I love you.”

She stared at him in awe. The last ten months came back to her in flashbacks, reminding her of how it had come to this, making her wonder what she had done to deserve him. She loved him too, and she had known it for a while, and all she had hoped for was that he felt the same way. All she had hoped for was that he loved her as much as she loved him. And she wondered if he knew how much she cared for him.

“I love you so much it hurts,” she replied in a whisper and with tears in her eyes.

Her answer seemed to please him as he kissed her again. Hungrily, needily, lovingly. He had understood her perfectly, because he felt the same way. It hurt to love someone that much. Because if either one of them lost the other it would kill them too. They belonged to each other, and they couldn’t survive without one another. They needed each other, like they were a part of them, and they were. They were a part of their heart, their reason to live, their reason to get up in the morning, their reason to smile. She was the reason why he had become immortal. Because he had to live that long to meet her. She made his life worth it. She was worth all the pain and all the hurt. He would do it all over again to be with her. A thousand years of disappointment, betrayal and loneliness, just to be with her. Because she needed him too. Because he was her reason to live, to go on. He was her person, her best friend, her everything. He had saved her, and he would keep saving her. Every minute of every day, she lived it all for him, and thanks to him.

His hand left her waist to go higher, sliding beneath the silk. She gasped as his thumb caressed her nipple, but he didn’t stop, and she didn’t want him to stop. She would give him everything, because she was his, just like he had already given her everything, because he was hers.

***

The room was dark, the only source of light coming from the streetlamps and invading the bedroom through the small gaps in the curtains. Mackenzie was sleeping in a black shirt too big for her, Elijah’s bare arms wrapped around her as he had brought her to him. It wasn’t late, wasn’t even midnight yet, when the phone rang. It woke him up first, perhaps because it was his phone. He tried to gently move away from Mackenzie, as to not wake her, but as he sat up, and his feet reached the ground, he heard her move, and she turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

“Who is it?” she asked groggily as she rubbed her eyes.

He didn’t reply as he picked up and gave her an answer as he greeted his sister through the phone.

“Rebekah?”

Mackenzie moved towards him, placing a kiss on his right shoulder blade before wrapping her arms around his bare chest and resting her chin on his shoulder. But she felt something was wrong as his body tensed up and she let go of him and moved to sit beside him. The look on his face confirmed her doubts and she now worried about Rebekah and started to wonder if Elena had once again tried something to hurt Elijah’s family.

“We’ll be on the next flight,” Elijah said in a small voice, one she wasn’t used to hearing.

“What is it? What happened?” she asked, panicked by the look on his face.

“It’s Kol,” he said, his voice cracking. “He’s dead.”

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