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lady with the butterfly necklace in the portrait [part one]

[summary: angel asks about the portrait of a woman in the hallway]

[warning: angst: mentions of death]

Lucifer at the portrait in the lobby of the hotel. Staring longingly at the woman in the portrait, her [hair length] hair and [e/c] eyes. She was absolutely gorgeous he felt a twinge of pain, as he reached out towards the portrait. How his heart ached, as he placed his hand on the portrait.

Her smile could light up any room, and make anyone smile. She was beautiful, the butterfly necklace wrapped around her neck. Her smile her portrait, portrayed her with grace and poise.

Angel looked towards Lucifer, as he stared at the portrait “You’ve been gawking at the portrait for minutes?” He said, walking up behind him causing the king of Hell to glance over at him.

“Who’s that?” asked Angel, curiously as he liked this popsicle. Lucifer smiled softly reminiscing on the good times he spent with her, “She was my wife,” said Lucifer, his smile faltering the pain in his chest unbearable.

Angel looked at the portrait, of the lady. A young Charlie sat on her lap, smiling. A butterfly hair clip in her hair. Lucifer stood beside his wife and daughter, smiling.

Angel looked at him and folded his arms across his chest, “Where is she now?” He asked, blatantly.

Lucifer eyes lowered to the ground, fixated. He looked slowly back up at the portrait, he missed her so much that it hurt. He should’ve stopped her, he should’ve protected her. He should’ve been a better husband.

Angel figured it out by the silence, and had an inkling that she was no longer with us. Yet, his blatant curiosity and slight being noisy got the better of him. Force of habit.

“She was amazing, loving, kind, i see as much as her in Charlie as much as I see myself.” He said, and Charlie looked at him sadly. She vaguely remembered that how her father, completely broke down.

“S-She..” He shuddered, looking down using his cane to support himself. He still remembered that day as if it were yesterday. The look of horror and sadness plastered on his face. When he opened the door, and a sinner demon was holding the lifeless body of their queen.

His wife

His partner

He stared at the floor for a moment, as tears threatened to brim his eyes. “There was a knock at the door,”He said, looking back up at the others.

Her wings torn from her body and stained with, gold ichor. She looked peaceful and had a faint smile, on her lips. Her body covered in scratches and cut. A slash around her neck, stared blankly and took her body into his arms.

His eyes turned into slits and the sinner demon bowed, and apologized for his loss. “S-She told me to tell you to take care of Charlie for me, and that she loves you two more than anything.” The demon said, sadly and Lucifer just stood there emotionless.

He didn’t notice Charlie rubbing her eyes, as she walked up behind him. Wondering what her father was doing at the front door, until she noticed. “Mama?” said Charlie, curiously. Lucifer world seemed to spin, how much more can Heaven take from him. His wife and unborn child was gone.

“She died protecting what few sinners she could,” He said, clearing his throat. “She was pregnant,” He shuddered, placing his hand over his mouth and dragging it downward. Angel looked at him sadly, almost regretting having asked the question entirely.

Angel seethed his teeth, feeling bad. “I didn’t mean to-” said Angel, but was interrupted by Lucifer.

Lucifer shook his head, “No, it’s okay, it happened awhile ago.” He said, even though it was true it happened ninety years ago. The memory was still fresh and it felt like it happened yesterday.

There were nights he couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning. Still missing the warmth of his beloved of his partner, her laughter that used to wake him up every morning as Charlie leaped into their bed. Her absolute beautiful singing voice, and how the rare butterflies of hell would flock to her. As if she was their queen.

“S-She sounds amazing,” said Angel, as he looked at the portrait, and a smile grew across Lucifer’s lips. “Yeah, she was.” said Lucifer, as he gripped the ring around his neck being held by a chain.

A duck swam towards the edge of the pond in Heaven, there sat a woman humming to herself. A scar around her neck as she began to feed the ducks. She giggled, as one flapped its wings at the sight of the bread. She lifted her head revealing her [e/c] eyes.

#lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #Lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer magne #x reader #fanfic #angst #romance #hazbin hotel

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leclerc-s · 5 months

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the blue - part eight

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zendaya amelia grace holland be honest. how many songs ave you written about oscar?

amelia holland

sam holland the better question is how many songs have you written about fake scenarios in your head?

amelia holland oh that one's easy at least five. this month. i've got a really good one called i should hate you, i wrote that one with aaron.

tuwaine barrett DID CHARLES HELP PRODUCE THIS AGAIN??

amelia holland i think he almost shit himself when he found out aaron was also producing this one. tuwaine barrett CHAMELIA MY BELOVED! GET THIS MAN ON STAGE WITH TAYLOR FOR A SURPRISE SONG! amelia holland he's been on my ass about that to. did you team up with him or something? tuwaine barrett why? did he say someting?

harry holland speaking of charles, how's texas? is it fun?

amelia holland it's hot as fuck.

amelia holland you're in texas now? any plans on coming home?

amelia holland kinda promised oscar and lando that i'd stick around for the triple header. there's a week off in between vegas and brazil but lando's birthday is a few days before vegas and abu dhabi is the next weekend. so i'm not sure. might be home for a couple days at most.

harrison osterfield it's almost like oscar's career is monopolizing all of your time

sam holland for the record none of us have problem with it. this is the first time in a long time we've seen you happy. if traveling with oscar makes you happy, do it. harrison's being a dick, ignore him. but like also please come home for the holidays?

amelia holland is that his default setting? - danny ric

amelia holland sorry about that, the fake american took my phone.

amelia holland real american here, is that his default setting? - logan sargeant

amelia holland charles here! is that his default?

amelia holland this group is tragic. ours is much more fun - max

amelia holland I CAN FINALLY STOPPED BE CALLED NORIZZ BECAUSE CLEARLY THE SECOND STRING LOSER HAS LESS THAN ME! - LANDO

amelia holland i would never piss a songwriter off because you'll be branded as the second string loser for the rest of your life. - pierre

amelia holland i swear they’re normally house-trained - oscar

amelia holland he's lying - alex

tom holland YOU HAVE A GROUPCHAT WITH THEM??

amelia holland it's quite fun. murder is threatened at least 3 times a day and lestappen is in full force. it is no just for the camera, i genuinely think they're in love with each other

amelia holland yuki’s quite violent, in case anyone was wondering. he may be pocket sized but he holds a lot of rage

harry holland and who exactly is in this group chat and why haven’t we been invited?

amelia holland the twitch quartet, max, daniel, yukierre, estie bestie and his two husbands, twinkclaren, and me

harrison osterfield you call your boyfriend a twink?

amelia holland it’s a term of endearment - lando

amelia holland she calls lando a fucking weenie and she called someone a weird second string loser, so i’m okay with twink - oscar

amelia holland WE'RE KIDNAPPING AMELIA! WE'RE IN TEXAS BABY! - DANNY RIC

amelia holland SAVE US! - CHARLES & MAX

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someone's super excited to be back in texas COTA! pre-quali look with oscaroo. he's not happy at the moment, says it's too hot to be in texas. i agree. :) logan said he knew a place and took us to cane's. clearly one of them is happy to be here.

ameliaholland the plans made it out of the group chat, so when in texas...

tagged: oscarpiastri, lilymhe, francesca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux, danielricciardo, landonorris, maxverstappen1, charles_leclerc, alex_albon, logansargeant, yukitsunoda, pierregasly, georgerussell63, estebanocon, mickschumacher, lancestroll

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tuwaine I HAVE NEVER WANTED TO BE IN TEXAS SO BAD

↳ ameliaholland you're missing out so bad tuwaine

tomholland2013 AMELIA GRACE HOLLAND YOU BETTER NOT BE DRINKING!

↳ ameliaholland i'm not? there's a heineken in my hand? it's non alcoholic.

↳ landonorris she literally had shots with max. she's a liar.

↳ ameliaholland shut the fuck up norizz.

username oh god, i've never wanted to be apart of a friend group this bad

username thank goodness someone put boots on the correct way. if i saw another picture or video of the drivers with their jeans tucked into their boots i would riot.

↳ username i hope daniel scolded them for doing so.

samholland1999 PUT SOME PANTS ON AMELIA!

↳ ameliaholland I AM WEARING PANTS! IT'S CALLED SHORTS DINGBAT! IT'S HOT IN TEXAS

username now this is a group i never thought i would see hanging out. at least not all of them together.

username this is so iconic of them wtf?

georgerussell63 i have never met someone who can out drink max, please join us the next time we go out.

↳ harryholland64 did not know my little sister can out drink max verstappen but i'm somehow proud?

↳ username this just in, something max verstappen is not good at doing, out drinking amelia holland.

lilymhe we have to do this again!

↳ francesca.cgomes we do!

↳ alexandrasaintmleux oh, we should

↳ ameliaholland give me a time a place and i'll be there!

↳ carmenmundt count me in too! i would love to meet amelia.

↳ username icons meeting other icons, love to see it.

finish the lyrics with lando norris and oscar piastri

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user we were robbed of cowboy oscar!

user lando and the holland brothers being the captains of the oscar x amelia ship is so funny to me

user but who did lando call a dick and why?

↳ user probably harrison, if the context clues we've been provided are anything to go by.

↳ user lando has been their biggest defender since day 1 and i stand by that

user was i the only one who caught that brocedes reference?

↳ user lando knew what he was doing making that joke.

user lando casually wanted to remind everyone that oscar's brother-in-law is spider-man.

↳ user had to quickly flex on spidey's biggest fan, estie.

user and to think this whole joke started because of a taylor song.

user HE CALLED HIM A MUPPET!! THIS IS MONUMENTAL!

user lando is oscar and amelia's biggest defender, you can't change my mind.

↳ user it's oscmelia girl, get it right.

↳ user you're right my bad, terribly sorry.

harrison osterfield i don't exactly appreciate your friend and boyfriend calling me a dick online.

amelia holland and i didn't appreciate being strung along for almost 2 years...

sam holland HOW LONG?

tom holland but he was with his ex for almost a year?

tuwaine barrett oh damn

harry holland you have got to be fucking kidding me harrison.

zendaya never trust blonde men with blue eyes

amelia holland what about max and logan? zendaya never trust blonde men with blue eyes whose name starts with an h or a j. those two you can trust.

tom holland by the way how's oscar doing? we watched the race.

amelia holland a bit bummed about the dnf but that's the way things go in this sport. besides it's not like it can get any worse than this.

TWO HOURS LATER

amelia holland HOW COULD I BE SO FUCKING WRONG?!

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💋 i'm totally going to lose tonight... you're looking at the winner of the bowling tournament. it was luck really, but operation cheer up charles and oscar was a success.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! just when you think he can't get any worse, he does! i have very strong opinions about texas, in case that wasn't obvious. texas was my breaking point + brazil, in case you couldn't tell who my favorite drivers were, you do now.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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andreisvechnikov · 2 months

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I am so so grateful and happy that Jeff is getting all the love in the world from the Sabres. He deserves it so so so much. I happened to start watching the Canes right after he was traded. Right before the season that would break the playoff drought, after many years of Jeff being a major face of the franchise, a couple years after he got the A, he was shipped off to Buffalo.

It was a shock for many reasons: the very little the Canes got in return, an insult to what he meant to the team, but it also felt a little inevitable: mismanagement and badly coached, he wasn’t utilized properly. Despite this, he was a highlight of one of the worst stretches of Carolina hockey.

How do I know all this when I just missed him? Because he’s almost like a bruise for the fanbase. For the long time faithful, he will always be The Rookie, the Calder Winner, the youngest All Star, goofy former figure skater, turned beloved alternate captain, a mainstay, a Hurricane.

For eight years he was a bright spot amongst record setting low attendance. Then, with a new owner who had sights on a new image, a new foundation for the team, giving away that trademark smile was almost a certainty but still in the many hearts of Raleigh, a surprise.

It breaks my heart a little, to see no one from Carolina comment on his milestone. Maybe they’re trying not to bring up the sadness of the trade, but I still remember Jeff posting his support for UNC Chapel Hill in the NCAA tournament a year or two ago. He posted a cup from an old dive bar near the university only locals know. This is a college basketball state above all else and he still showed his love for it after all these years.

He helped future stars, the next alternate captain even, adjust to the team in his last years. And now, through no fault of his own, holds the awful record of never going to the playoffs while being the youngest to 1000 games. Many had hoped so much more for him here. Today, I saw so many people saying how much love they still have for him, how much they wished he could’ve had a better time here, wishing we could’ve given him more than he gave us.

Many players come and go every single season, but whenever Buffalo comes into town, I know I’ll see a multitude of 53s in PNC Arena, most of them red and white. Happy 1000th, Jeff. You’re still here, in the people who miss you: the fans, the staff, the players; they remind us of your place in Carolina history.

#jeff skinner #carolina hurricanes #buffalo sabres #I didn’t see an article from the Athletic so here I am writing one myself #I gotta do everything around here

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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I would love some angst with Matt Murdock.

Imagine the kids of Foggy and Marci, either toddlers or teenagers, ask their beloved and cool uncle Matt why he never married or have a girlfriend.

Then he start to tell them about Y/N, the woman he was married to long ago, the person he loved the most in the world. His greatest love. The love of his life.

But she's dead, and all because of the double life of Matt. And it's something Matt have to deal with every day.

nonnie, you really made me break my own heart with this one, but I still love ya anyway. i've got tissues if you need them. thank you so much for the request, I hope this is what you had in mind. ❤️

warning: this one is kinda heavy. it does deal with themes of death and loss, grief, and there's a very extremely brief (blink & you miss it) mention of matt wishing for death (didn't wanna use the s word). if any of these themes make you uncomfortable or are triggering, please feel free to skip this one. you will not hurt my feelings, I promise. feel free to yell at me in my dms or in the comments after. I apologize for breaking your hearts in advance. word count: 2.5k

violets.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Matt could hear two sets of feet barreling down the staircase at full speed. A chuckle slipped past his lips as he folded up his cane and placed it on the entryway table, getting down on one knee with a huge grin on his lips and holding out his arms as he braced himself for impact.

“Uncle Matt! Uncle Matt!”

Matt laughed as he wrapped his arms around the twins, hugging them both into his chest tightly as he kissed both their heads.

“Hey kiddos. What trouble are you two causing, huh?”

An exasperated Marci appeared in the hallway, both hands on her hips as he shook her head and motioned towards the stairwell.

“Michael and Paige Nelson, what have I told you two about running down the stairs?”

“But mom, Uncle Matt is here!”

“And did you think he was gonna disappear if you didn’t get downstairs fast enough?”

Matt chuckled as he gently squeezed Michael’s shoulder, tilting his head in Marci’s direction.

“Your mom is right, you guys shouldn’t be running down the stairs. We don’t want either of you to get hurt. Besides, I’m pretty sure the park also has a strict no play policy if you have any broken bones.”

“That’s the law?”

“That’s the law, sweetheart.”

Matt placed a gentle kiss to Paige's temple and smiled as he stood up, letting the twins each take one of his hands to tug him into the living room area. He couldn’t help but laugh as Marci rolled her eyes before heading back into the kitchen.

“Franklin, come get your children!”

“Why are they always mine when they’re in trouble?”

“Because I did all the work for nine months, that’s how this works.”

Foggy appeared in the living room and looked between the twins with a quizzical arch of his brow, settling his hands on his hips as he tried to mask his grin.

“What did you two do?”

“Nothing!”

“Lying under oath is perjury and a punishable offense.”

“We didn’t swear an oath, daddy. All our books are upstairs.”

Matt tried his hardest to stifle his laughter into his fist, feeling Foggy’s gaze staring daggers in his direction. He gave a light shrug of his shoulders as he sat down on the couch, holding his hands out for Paige as she crawled up into his lap.

“She has a point.”

“You, stop encouraging her. And you, quit being better at my job than me.”

Matt grinned as he tickled Paige’s side, feeling the smile spread further across his face as she giggled. Foggy plopped down on the other side of Matt, pressing a kiss to his daughter’s head as he held his hands out for Michael.

“Did you tell Uncle Matt your big news, Mikey?”

Matt cocked his head to the side as Michael settled in his dad’s lap, picking up on the shy smile that appeared on his mouth.

“What big news?”

“Mikey here has his first girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? You’re six, what do you need a girlfriend for?”

“Oh please, and how old were you when you started dating, Murdock?”

Marci teased as she scooped Michael up into her arms from Foggy’s lap, peppering kisses all over his face as he giggled loudly. Foggy snorted as he clapped his hand on Matt’s shoulder, shaking his head slowly.

“Don’t answer that. He idolizes you enough as it is, we don’t need him following your footsteps in that department.”

This seemed to capture Michael’s attention as he whipped his head around in Matt’s direction.

“Uncle Matt, do you have a girlfriend?”

Matt instantly froze. He could feel both Foggy and Marci go rigid either side of him, and tension seemed to fill the living room like heavy fog. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him, and cleared his throat as he made a tight fist with his left hand.

“I…uh, no. No I don’t, buddy.”

“How come?”

Paige’s voice was soft as she laid her head on his shoulder, gazing up at him inquisitively. He silently thanked God that he hadn’t removed his glasses, because he could feel tears starting to brim his waterline. Foggy swallowed thickly as he placed his hand on Paige’s back to get her attention.

“Why don’t we-”

“No…no, it’s alright.”

Matt knew this day would come eventually. He knew as soon as the twins were born, one day they were going to have questions. He had been dreading it for the past six years, trying to figure out what to say, how to explain it delicately. He wasn’t sure how they would react, or what they would think of him once they knew the truth.

“I don’t have a girlfriend because…well, I used to have a wife.”

“Where is she?”

Matt took a shaky breath as he swallowed thickly, turning his head to face Michael with a sad smile on his lips.

“She went to Heaven.”

Paige snuggled into Matt’s side a little closer, her tiny hand reaching for his to hold. He wasn’t sure if it’s because he had held her first the day the twins were born, or some other force, but Matt had always had a stronger connection with her. He loved them both equally, of course, but Paige always seemed to be more in tune with him. Maybe it was because Paige was exactly like what he hoped his daughter with you would have been like. Too smart for her own good, incredibly observant, generously kind. He often thinks about how much you would have loved her. God, how much she would have loved you. They both would have.

“What happened?”

“Michael-”

Matt shook his head when Marci went to cut him off. It wasn’t his fault. He was just a curious kid. Michael had never seen Matt with a woman, or ever heard him talk about one before. He was bound to have questions.

“She…had an accident. It was my fault. I…I didn’t keep her safe like I should have…and she got hurt.”

Foggy got up to start picking up various toys around the living room, but Matt knew it was so his kids wouldn’t see him cry. You and Foggy had been very close. You were essentially another sister, like Karen, that he never had but always wanted. Foggy would never ever say it out loud, but Matt knew deep down that Foggy blamed him for your death. He knew Karen did too. There’s no way either of them couldn’t.

It was his fault.

If he hadn’t been the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, you would still be alive. If he had been more careful, if he had just focused more on being a husband than trying to be a hero, if he had fought harder to protect you instead of his city, you’d still be here. Matt lost everything when he lost you.

“Do you miss her?”

Matt tried his hardest not to crack at Paige’s soft voice. He didn’t want either of them to see him cry, or think they’d upset him with their questions. All he could do was nod his head slowly, using his thumb to twist his wedding band around his ring finger gently.

“Everyday.”

Matt had completely shut down after you died. He became even more reckless than he did after Midland Circle. He stopped wearing the red suit. He wanted to feel every ounce of pain he knew he deserved for what he let happen to you. He wanted to break and bleed, hoping it would drown out the pain he felt inside. He went out every night looking for someone to end it.

Matt Murdock and the Devil were both long gone. A hollow, fragile shell was all that remained.

He didn’t see or speak to anyone for a year. Karen managed to track him down and found him one night curled up by your grave on your wedding anniversary. As much as he tried to fight her, Karen wouldn’t let go, and once she tracked him down again, she enlisted the one person she knew could get through to him. The one person who could understand exactly what Matt was going through. The one person that had survived that kind of pain.

“This ain’t what she woulda wanted for ya, Red. All this shit, it ain’t gonna fix it. Trust me. All it’s gonna do is make that void even deeper. I know right now, hell it feels like that pain ain’t ever gonna go away. And I can’t sit here and lie to ya and say it does, cause it don’t. Some days it just…hurts a little less. But she saw somethin’ in you, yeah? Somethin’ worth a damn. You wanna honor her memory, prove her right. Don’t make the same mistakes I did, Red. You prove to her you’re the man she thought you were.”

Frank wouldn’t let Matt out of his sight for six months. He was there to talk him down from the ledge when it felt like he was drowning in grief. He let Matt use him as a punching bag to lash out when he stepped in to keep him from getting himself killed. He held him when Matt woke up screaming because he lost you in his nightmares all over again. He sat with him in silence when Matt would go days without speaking. Sometimes he would tell him stories about Maria and the kids when they came to him. There were some days when Frank felt like he was starting to forget little things, and remembering them out loud helped him hold onto them a little longer.

There was one night whenFrank was telling a story about how Maria used to always put her chocolate in the freezer, and wouldn’t touch it until it was completely frozen, that Matt seemed to finally break his silence.

“Said it made it taste better or somethin’. Didn’t make no damn sense to me. But God forbid I ever buy that woman chocolate and not put it in the freezer. She’d give me hell, every single time.”

All of a sudden, Matt burst into a fit of laughter. Frank nearly broke his neck looking over at him, watching as he doubled over and laughed so hard, tears threatened to slip. Frank immediately froze. He wasn’t sure if Matt had finally broke and was having a psychotic episode, or what. He must have been able to sense Frank’s apprehension, because he shook his head as he tried to talk through his laughter.

“Y/N used to do that. I never understood it, but I knew better than to question it.”

Frank let out a deep exhale of relief, finding himself smiling as Matt was still coming down from his fit of laughter. He chuckled along with him, shaking his head slowly.

“Must be a woman thing.”

“Maybe. Or maybe that was just our wives.”

That was the first time Matt had laughed in almost two years. There was a tender smile on his lips and a gentle look in his blank stare, like he was replaying a memory of you in his head like a comforting home movie. Frank watched him silently. Slowly, the smile began to melt, and Matt’s eyes welled up as his face contorted into an expression of grief and regret. That was the first time he had said your name out loud in two years. Frank held him for hours as he wept.

After that night, Matt started to mention you more. It was small at first, a few things here and there, but after a while, he was sharing memories of you with Frank too. Piece by piece, Frank helped Matt heal to where he could function again. There was a comfort only they could find with each other. Matt started going to church again with Maggie as he struggled to make peace with his God. He eased himself back into work to keep himself busy, trying to find his purpose again. He started spending more time with Foggy and Karen again, and found himself finally able to return to places that held memories of you. Sometimes he could feel your gentle touch or hear your voice at night when he prayed. He mentioned this to Frank once and asked if that ever happened to him too.

“Yeah, it does. I feel her all the time, Red. Sometimes, I shit you not I hear her in my head. She still always has the answers exactly when I need ‘em.”

When Foggy told Matt and Karen that Marci was pregnant, Matt felt an excitement he hadn’t felt in years. You and Matt had always talked about having a family. He would never be able to have one with someone else. He could never remarry or love anyone else the way he loved you. A huge part of him still felt like he would never deserve to. But being an uncle was the closest he was ever going to get to the life you two planned together, and he would take it.

“Would she have liked us?”

Matt was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed Michael had joined Paige in his lap. A somber smile spread over his lips as he nodded, wrapping the twins up in a big hug and pressing a kiss to the tops of both their heads.

“She would have loved you both so much.”

“What was her name?”

Matt let out a shuddering breath, swallowing thickly as he tilted his head in Paige’s direction.

“Her name was Y/N.”

It still hurt to say your name out loud sometimes.

“Did you know Y/N, daddy?”

Foggy quickly wiped at his eyes as he turned around, kneeling down on the floor in front of Matt as he put his hands on the twins’ backs.

“I did, Mikey. She was my best friend. Practically my sister, just like Aunt Karen.”

“Do you miss Aunt Y/N too, daddy?”

Matt closed his eyes and choked back a sob at Paige’s words. You would’ve loved to be their aunt. Foggy gently squeezed her shoulder as he gave her a tight lipped smile and nodded.

“Everyday.”

“Can we go visit her?”

Marci sat down beside Foggy on the floor and put her hand on Matt’s knee, squeezing gently before looking up at Michael with a soft smile.

“No, baby. I’m afraid we can’t go visit her in Heaven. But if Uncle Matt says it’s okay, maybe we can go visit her where she’s buried and bring her some pretty flowers.”

“Can we do that Uncle Matt? Please?”

Matt didn’t bother hiding the tears that slipped down his cheeks as he tried to smile, nodding his head in Michael’s direction as he sniffled.

“I think she’d love that, Mikey.”

“What kinda flowers did Aunt Y/N like?”

Matt smiled softly as Paige held his left hand, letting her twist his wedding band around his finger timidly.

“Violets. She loved violets.”

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astudyincontrasts · 2 years

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Prompt idea….Viktor accidentally walks in on the reader having quickie sex with someone in the lab….👀👀👀…. But he can’t look away…. 👀👀👀……and while she’s with the other person, she accidentally says his name…. 😱

Oh nonny. You wicked thing. If you insist. This one’s for my beloved dirty little degenerate-pervy Viktor truthers. You know who you are @dad-dumpster @valaruakars and… oh yes, dare I say it even my precious sweet darling @arcanescribbles

Viktor POV - NSFW

TW: Voyerism, oral- f receiving, fingering, masturbation, slight angst, embarrassment, even more masturbation, peeping tom? More like peeping Viktor, is that a panty fetish I see? Oh my. MDNI

He realized too late that he should have recognized those sounds; the desperate soft huffing of heavy breath, the slickly wet noises, the stifled moans.

He’d been too wrapped up in his thoughts at first to hear them, or to put two and two together once he did. Too involved in the research and books balanced up to his chin and mug of coffee wobbling precariously by its handle in the hook of his finger as he struggled along through the door at the back of the lab, leaning heavily on the cane tucked up under his armpit.

The hour was late, late enough Viktor was used to being the only one there, and the shock was significant as he surfaced from the distraction of his plans and rounded one of the large prototypes that littered the back of the lab. Struck to a paralytic frozen stillness as he glanced up to find the pretty biochem assistant sat up upon a workbench, her shirt wide open and skirt hiked around her waist, with one of the many nameless tech engineers between the spread of her bare thighs, head buried under the rumpled hem of her skirt and her hand clutching desperately at his dark blonde hair.

Breath froze in his lungs and blood ran cold as ice in spite of the fire-hot flush he could feel flooding his face from the collar of his shirt right up to his ears. Face burning, heart a clenched stone, all he could do was stand there, staring as the tech lifted his head and rose, clearly aiming for a kiss that missed its landing as the assistant’s head turned away and his mouth instead made due with mauling biting kisses along her throat as he pulled one cup of her bra down to pinch and tug at the pretty tautness of a nipple until she was keening and writhing in her seat.

“Dirty thing. Like it rough, hm? Little priss.” The tech chastised as his hand closed over her upper arm and yanked the assistant off her seat upon the workbench only to bend her roughly over the desk immediately across from them.

Viktor reeled backward, ducking behind the prototype. The books and coffee in his arms jostled and he frantically juggled them and his cane. He ought to leave, ought to hurry back the way he’d come and immediately find somewhere else to be. Forget what he’d accidentally seen and leave the two lovers in peace. Seconds away from dropping everything and being found out, he managed to deposit the pile of books and the coffee on a small table, nearly knocking over an open tool kit. He grabbed at it frantically before its contents could rattle and in a hot panic watched a ratchet handle go rolling toward the edge.

He snagged it mid-air and let out a silent sigh of relief.

Behind him the moans had picked up volume again. Wanton little noises tugging insistently at his attention until, in spite of himself, he’d set the ratchet down and was peeking out from around the edge of the prototype.

She was bent forward over the desk, facing his hiding spot, and for a second he nearly jerked backward, sure she’d spot him. But her eyes were closed, prettily flushed face upturned and mouth hungrily agape as she rocked against the desk, resting upon her forearms as the tech behind her busily - and from the sounds of it - viciously fucked her with his fingers, grinning down at her bare bottom. His hand clenched the back of her skirt up as his other busied itself between the cleft of her sweet bottom and part of thighs, the slapping wet noises positively obscene.

It was filthy, gorgeous, exhilarating and mortifying.

The soft curve of her bare breast wobbled gently, that succulent flushed nipple practically dragging across the desktop as she arched her back into the attentions. Eyebrows knit hard over eyes shut tight, lips glossed and opened enticingly into a lovely little ‘O’ of want. She was so pretty, so undone. That prim little assistant Viktor could never bring himself to start a conversation with, whom he’d watched with vague little stabs of jealousy as she easily conversed with Jayce or anyone else. Her little tight smiles and witty asides, her keenly intelligent observations and the way her hair was constantly in a state of coming undone or falling out place in soft tendrils.

It was fully undone now, as beautiful a mess as its owner.

The tightness in his groin was unbearable, tent pressed hard against the front of trousers as he watched in strangled silence as that lovely girl began to tremble, her fingers curling into fists upon the desk, nails scraping against the smooth, cold metal tabletop as she gasped and bucked. Viktor found his own hand pressing to the aching constriction of his clothed cock.

Much like watching, the pressure felt both sickeningly painful and dizzyingly good. He allowed himself one slow, palming stroke and practically had to stifle his own quiet moan. And then…

“Ahhhnn! Y-yes, mmn… Viktor!”

The world screeched to a halt. Suddenly you could hear a pin drop in the spacious, open lab.

“...What did you just say?”

The tech’s question was coldly accusatory, and Viktor, who’d jerked himself wide-eyed back behind the bulwark safety of his hiding spot, thinking wildly that he’d been spotted at the sound of his name, found himself once again torn between fleeing the scene and the fact that he couldn’t seem to make his feet move. She’d… she said his name. But she hadn’t seen him, she couldn’t have. Not with eyes shut tight. That meant…

“Dex, I’m… I…”

Viktor chanced another hidden, one-eyed glance around the shield of his prototype to find the tech had pulled the poor girl upright and was glaring at her in undeniable disgust.

“You’re what?” The tech prodded icily, and when instead of answering the girl just crossed her arms over her vulnerable bareness and stared guiltily at the desk she’d just been bent over, he took the liberty of filling in the blanks for her.

“You know, this whole time I was wondering why a such a stuck up, straight laced little slag like you was suddenly so willing and eager to mess around with someone like me when you normally can’t be buggered to even acknowledge anyone who hasn’t gone to your precious academy is even in the room. Did you even know my name before tonight? None of you lot got any respect for this crew. We do all your dirty work, crawl into the guts of whatever new inventive way to die or lose a limb you’ve all come up with, and not a single one of you seems to know we’re anything more than another moving part of your machines. Just faceless cogs.”

He snorted a laugh.

“Or I guess faceless cocks, huh? Just a human toy for you-”

His tirade cut off with the sharp sound of a ringing slap. The assistant he’d been berating stood there in stony silence, open palm still lifted, just daring him to try for a second out of her as he rubbed his stinging cheek. For a breathless moment it looked as if he just might press on with his insulting tirade. Instead he grabbed the discarded jacket of his uniform and left in a hot blooded huff, muttering under his breath and slamming the door on his way out.

Viktor sagged back against the prototype, eyes rolling to the ceiling in a mingling of gratitude and relief. If it had escalated further, what would he have done? A physical altercation might be beyond his scope, and usually the weight of his position of authority and sang-froid calm was more than enough to wield the command he needed in any given situation. But confronting a man who’d just been called by his name in the heat of passion? And with the obviousness of an erection still straining at the front of trousers?

Nothing about that would have ended well.

As it was, he heard the girl heave a sigh of dismay followed by a soft snarl of utter frustration and the clatter of something on a table go flying with what was doubtless an angry smack. Viktor was just about to resign himself to waiting until the coast was clear to finally sneak away when the next noise caught him off guard.

More of those soft moans, the quietly wet enticing sounds that had him peering back around to find her bent back over the desk, bare breast cupped in her own hand, fingers rolling and tugging nipple to stiffness once more and her other hand shoved down between her thighs as she finished what the tech had started.

“Ah, Viktor… nnh, please yes, please!” She was going at it with a desperate, almost angry need, huffing stuttering breaths and savaging her lower lip between her teeth as she fell right back into the building crescendo that had been so unfortunately interrupted by her own indiscretion.

Viktor grit teeth as he was pitched right back into another impossible choice. What… what if he walked out there? What if he walked up to her, tucked the fall of hair back behind one ear and slid his fingers down to replace her own. What if he asked her to say his name like that again, for him. Would she let him? Let him feel how wet she’d got imagining him, while she wished another man’s touch had been his. How would she squeeze around his fingers, his cock?

He could practically smell her arousal from here, what would it be like close up? How did her skin taste, her mouth? That sweet slick gloss dripping down her thighs? How many times could he get her to say his name that way and what would it take until she was gasping it hoarsely, brokenly, begging. Would she be prettily embarrassed if he went out there, or terrified and appalled?

Her soft, needy little sighs of his name were driving him mad. So hard that the ache in the tightness of his balls was all consuming, that all he wanted, no - needed- was to get himself out of his pants and, oh Janna, please, buried in her.

But he couldn’t.

Couldn’t do any of it. If he went out there now, how could he possibly explain why he’d been watching for so long? What he was even doing there or why he felt it was in any way appropriate to interrupt her… her… oh gods, she was so close to orgasm, he could hear it. The way her breath picked up, the way she trembled upon the desk she leaned over, the quickening pace of the wet sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of herself.

And how she was pleading his name. Like… like he was somehow the one who could offer her the release she was chasing. Gods, it sounded so good. She sounded so good.

If he pulled himself free from his trousers she was sure to hear the frantic way he needed to fuck his fist. No way he could keep himself quiet, or at least quiet enough to keep himself hidden. Palm rubbed hard at his length as he sucked breath in near silent hisses through clenched teeth, thumb running the sensitive ridge of the head of his cock pressing through soft, straining fabric of his pants. A sweetly hot spiral of weighted craving coiling taut in the pit of his belly, tensing hips, leaving lean muscle of stomach and thighs tensing to a slight tremble with the need to thrust.

How many fingers did she need? Two dripping digits stuffed tightly into the clenching heat of herself, or three? Watching her face as she lost herself was intensely arousing but the thought of seeing her from behind was destroying him. The soft curve of her bottom, pretty, softly swollen, slick lips just peeking between the cleft of cheeks, her fingers shoved to the limit inside herself, wet just dripping from knuckles as she…

“Vik…ahn! Viktor, pl please… yes, ah. Fffuck! Viktor!!”

One last little stifled shout of his name and she panted a stuttered, broken moan before falling still. Viktor watched in desperate fascination as she sighed, gone boneless on the desk for a long moment.

Janna, to collapse against her; to kiss the heat of her flushed cheek or run hands over the little shivering tremble of hips, to soothe and help her catch her breath, to taste the little bead of sweat that ran down her temple and beside the tender curve of her ear to her throat.

She picked herself up off the desk as he watched, still gripping the aching stiffness of his cock through his clothes. Watched her stand on weak legs and slowly redress herself, with a regretful, or perhaps it was resigned, look on her face. Watched her rebutton her shirt and fix her hair as she wandered out of the lab, tugging at the back of her skirt.

Viktor waited until the door swung shut, waited a good three minutes at least after the sound of her footsteps had faded until he struggled out from his hiding place, the strain in his pants making walking more difficult than usual as he shuffled over to where she’d lain, stroked fingertips over the heat of her that still lingered, fading upon the metallic desktop. There was a smudge of sticky wet on the edge of the desk where her damp fingertips had brushed it and he was just about to drag a finger over the faint gloss of moisture when something on the floor caught his eye.

A tiny black crumple of lace.

Viktor bent painfully, stiffly, and snagged it, rising to let it hang from one finger as he regarded the discarded cloth in confusion for one second before the shape of it suddenly made sense.

Her panties.

She’d left her panties.

Long fingers curled tightly into a fist over the soft, lacy garment and a second later he had his pants open. The fist clenching her panties braced upon the table as he frantically, desperately fucked into the tight grip of his other hand, mouth hung open as he rushed straight over the precipice of his release with a delirious surge that had him hunched over with a sharp jerk, a soundless long groan dying in the gape of his mouth as lungs convulsed.

It was both the most intense release he’d ever had and the least satisfying. Over so quick, and nothing half as wonderful as all those delicious little fantasies he’d conjured watching her, listening to her. Not nearly as good as she would have felt.

Coughing slightly, struggling to catch his breath, Viktor righted himself. Hissing softly at the tender ache of abused flesh left too long constricted and then fisted far too roughly with precious little lubrication, he put himself away.

There was barely a half second of consideration for the panties in his grasp before he tucked them into his pocket. He could have, and perhaps should have left them where he found them - but what then? If the cleaning staff found them perhaps inconvenient questions might be asked. If instead the next morning their work colleagues found them then even more inconvenient scandals might get bandied about, no doubt leading to her embarrassment if that jilted tech ever spoke up.

As Viktor made his way slowly toward the door he’d come in from he briefly considered tucking the pretty, lacy things into the drawer of her desk. It was a sweetly devious thought, to be sure; to watch her discover her underwear laid neatly in her desk and have to wonder who knew, who put them there. Perhaps he could leave a clever little note beneath… no. No. Then she’d know, and no one could ever know that he’d just… just hid there and watched. It surely didn’t matter how sweetly she’d moaned his name or begged for him, if she knew he’d seen everything and done nothing? No, she’d hate him, find him repulsive.

Viktor paused at the door, hand sliding into his pocket, the delicate lace brushing the tips of his fingers as he glanced behind himself.

No one could ever know.

And those panties were coming home with him.

#viktor arcane #viktor pov #viktor fic #viktor arcane fic #arcane fic #viktor drabble #10/10 you know he didn't make it home before taking a sniff #idk how we ended up here but #i blame all of you #viktor x reader

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ransomnote · 6 months

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lynn lives au my beloved. very important 2 me.

(full scar + more info under the cut)

i like to imagine amanda got most of the shells deactivated in time but the last one still went off. she's missing a lot of her jaw, an eye, and is 100% deaf in the ear that got blown off. she uses a cane to help with vertigo and she likes to switch around her glass eye (though the one she's wearing made to look like china is her favorite) because it gives the kids who come into the ER with traumatic injuries something to talk to her about and focus on that's not the pain :)

#saw #saw 3 #lynn denlon #shotgunshipping #lynnmanda #<- sorta they got a thang going #bahar is jewish so it's important to me that lynn is too :) <3 #my art

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witchinatree · 12 days

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bit of a long post so sorry in advance

i saw someone say something like over a year ago (very vague my bad) about the priest in episodes 19 and 20 of the magnus archives and basically talking about how he was annabelle's experiment for the whole marked-by-every-fear-bring-them-forth thing and i think we're seeing that again with the woman in today's episode

the priest was evidently marked by

The Web: Hilltop road 😔

The Desolation: Hilltop road and the burning thing

The Spiral: he didn't know his own mind and was eating people about it

The Flesh: he ate people

The Stranger: Breekon & Hope and the creepy church members

The Eye: freaky eye window and how the other priest "knew his sins"

and probably some other connections that i can't remember rn but the point is this HOUSE connected him to each of these fears and ultimately led to him going insane, which makes me believe it was annabelle testing to see if it could work on an archivist/The Archivist

now today's woman didn't do anything illegal i don't think? but she did mention a lot of things related to this HOUSE that tied her to the fears

bear in mind the fears do seem to present themselves closer and more connected in tmagp, likely due to the ritual binding them again (even though they are all the same and whatever jonah was talking about)

so she mentioned

The Lonely: she said the word lonely a LOT and also talked about clouds (martin moment)

The Corruption: the rot of the house itself and the flowers dying and whatnot

The Web: spiders again :(

The Spiral: impossible corridors (I KNOW HIM!!!!)

The Stranger: an unknown figure in an alleyway.. like mag1...

The Flesh: a bit of a stretch maybe but like her falling and tearing her flesh on nails and stuff?

The End: i mean she was dead when she was talking so..

again i definitely could've missed some but there was a LOT going on, point is this heavily reminded me of father burroughs

also it was read by augustus!! he is rare for a reason (i do not know this reason) i assume it has something to do with ties to the events of tma or jonah magnus

basically, if annabelle cane is still around i think she's preparing something, with augustus reading a statement so similar to edwin burroughs' AND a direct reference to the first statement in the magnus archives there is just so much taking place. i am afraid.

i am assuming annabelle has a plan for this alternate universe, she wouldn't have told martin and therefore jon how to do it if she didn't. whatever she's up to, i believe it's related to today's episode and is not going to be good for our beloved nightshift employees

#yapping yapping yapping i swear to god #annabelle cane is so interesting #if she was real i would want to meet her just to see how her mind works #always thought it was interesting how a head injury was her thing #because she's so smart in a manipulative and controlling way #and her brain is full of spider webs #sorry i love annabelle i might make a post just for her one day #the magnus protocol #tmagp #magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #the magnus pod #tmagp 18 #annabelle cane

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starliights-shining · 1 year

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hi my beloved, how do you feel about writing Bay!Hot Rod pining LIKE CRAZY over some random groundskeeper at Sir Burton’s manor?? mansion? estate? whateva it is

Hello Love, I think this is amazing. You know I LOVE HOT ROD. He always got the brain going burrrrrr burrrrrrr. Anyways, I hope this is what youre looking for, Enjoy :)

Pairings: Bayverse!Hot Rod x GN!Human!Reader

Warnings: google translated french, french

Ma chérie / Mon chéri - My dear or My darling

Mon beau - My beautiful

Ma moitié - My other half

The sickening summer heat of Europe, your gardening hat placed on your head and the fall straps dangled on either of your head. The hand trowel layed on the ground next to you as your hands scooped the soil around the bottom of the plant. This was the 4 fourth flower you were planeting in this location, each time the planet would either disappear, get stepped on, or die and sometimes you would watch it happen. The large man was not watching where he was walking and stepping on the delicate flower. It was irritating, so irritating after this flower you weren’t going to plant another one here. If it went missing or died, you’ll dig it up and cover the hole.

And that's exactly what you did, the hole now covered, so if that large man was to step on it there would be no flower to kill. You stood up, grabbed your tools and went to the back of the manor. Your “To Do” list seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, as the only things left were the large hedges and a few more things done to the back yard, but this time, you’ll have company.

“How are you doing today!”

The french accent was waived thickly into the question, something you couldn’t get enough of. You tilted your head back, trying to see the bot's face past the brim of your sun hat.

“I'm gardening, can’t ask for anything else.”

A smile on your face as you as your hands go to rest on your hips, your gardening gloves causing your hands to sweat.

“The garden looks magnificent, do keep up the good work Ma chérie / Mon chéri.”

You laughed, looking down at the ground and kicking dirt around. Your french was spotty, only knowing the basics and the occasional pet names used between lovers. Although you have learned a lot more French with Hot Rod being around more often, that's bound to happen when your closest friend is a French space robot.

“Thank you Hot Rod.”

You bent down and snipped off one of the roses you were tending to, one being snipped won’t hurt anything, and handed it to him. His large digits gently take it from your hand.

“For you, Mon beau.”

You attempted to speak a little french back, but you already know you butchered it. He let out a light chuckle, as he pretended to smell the rose.

“Merci,”

He practically whispered it, optics staring into your small frame peaking up at him. You were lost, eyes tracing over every line of metal and dip in his face plating. The contrast between the bright orange plating, deep gray metals and the sometimes carbon fiber panels, and those bright cerulean rings. They were breathtaking, hell he was breathtaking, a whole other kind species, yet he stood here flirting with you, the silly gardener. Your thoughts and staring was broken when you heard someone yelling. Sir Edmund Burton, his little to no white hair, fancy suit and cane as he waved a hand while calling for Hot Rod.

“Ma moitié, I must get going! Please keep up your great work and do take care of yourself.”

He ran off, yelling back at Sir Burton about something. You simply smiled, watching as his large frame got smaller or disappeared. What a different kind of bot, but you wouldn’t change anything about him.

#transformers #transformers movies #hot rod #hot rod x reader #tf hot rod x reader #transformers x reader #tf x reader #tf bayverse #bayverse hot rod #bayverse #bayverse x reader #transformers bayverse #bayverse hot rod x reader

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rumbelleshowdown · 18 days

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Author: Danger Mouse

Group: B

Prompts: Historical AU - Regency. Monster-hunter. Flood.

Stiltskin Abbey

Everybody who ever met Miss Belle French could be relied upon to provide the same two observations of her person. That she was as beautiful as her name suggested, and that she enjoyed reading above all else.

Her parents, fearful that a lifetime of novel reading would lead to a lifetime of spinsterhood, resolved to broaden her horizons by sending her to stay with family in Bath once she was of an age. Whether they realised that her ready agreement stemmed from a secret desire to meet a handsome stranger in the Pump Room and fall in love as if in one of her beloved novels scarcely mattered so long as the desired result was achieved.

A few weeks into her stay, however, Belle was forced to consider the possibility that such a match may not present itself. There was but one gentleman who had engendered any form of affection in her and that affection being more akin to one which she felt for a close friend than for a future husband meant that courting would have been entirely out of the question, even had his eye not been firmly set upon their mutual acquaintance, Miss Emma Swan.

Though Captain Baethan Gold endeavoured to be amiable and polite to all in his company, it did not escape Belle's notice that he danced rather more often with Emma than with any other young lady and that, despite his efforts to engage Belle in equal conversation, he would often devote significantly more time to her friend.

Belle felt no insult at this but rather admired the Captain's attempts at equitability. And when he was obliged to return to his family home due to unexpected flooding in his lodgings, she was flattered to be included in the invitation that he extended to Emma and herself to join him there.

“Oh, please say you will,” Emma entreated, “my parents would never allow me to take such a trip alone but I'm certain they will permit it if you accompany me.”

And so it was that Belle found herself in a carriage with Emma and Captain Gold, having quitted Bath for his estate in Hampshire.

“Is your home very large?” Emma enquired once a few miles had passed.

“Large enough,” Captain Gold demurred, “Stiltskin Abbey is quite substantial.”

“Stiltskin Abbey!” Belle clutched the book she had been reading tighter in excitement. “Like Northanger Abbey?”

Captain Gold frowned. “My apologies Miss French, but I'm unfamiliar with such a place. Is it very far?”

“Oh, no.” Belle shook her head, embarrassed by her outburst. “It's not... I mean. Never mind.”

Conversation between Captain Gold and Emma resumed, but Belle was unable to focus on any of the words, her mind miles away in what she imagined Stiltskin Abbey to be. She tempered her excitement with the reminder of the heroine's disappointment at the Abbey in her book and entreated herself to feel satisfied with whatever dwelling revealed itself at the end of their journey.

As they arrived, however, her breath caught as the magnificent gothic building came into view. Her heart leapt at the sight of stone walls as if pulled straight from the pages of her beloved novel and Belle could not contain her excitement as the carriage arrived and they descended.

Such was the vastness and splendour of the Abbey that Belle found her head turning in every direction, her eyes taking in the ancient oaks and tall windows with unabashed delight.

A sharp elbow to her side, courtesy of Emma, drew her attention away from the structure and towards the two men in the entryway. Captain Gold had walked ahead and was now in conversation with an older man who was watching them approach. He appeared to be eyeing her particularly and Belle was drawn in by his features, his dark eyes seemed to hold unfathomable secrets and his slightly greying hair lent him a distinguished look reflected in his refined clothing and ebony cane.

“Miss Swan, Miss French,” Captain Gold nodded his head at them. “May I introduce my father, Mr. Gold.”

“Ladies,” Mr. Gold intoned as he bowed slightly, his sharp eyes never wavering. Belle bobbed an automatic curtsey, feeling Emma do the same next to her, as she tried to decipher what that look could mean.

They did not have long to settle in before dinner was served and although the meal was a perfectly polite affair, Belle was certain she could feel Mr. Gold's gaze on her person multiple times throughout the evening.

The next morning Captain Gold invited both ladies to join him on a tour of the grounds, but it was exceptionally plain to Belle that her inclusion was merely a courtesy and he and Emma would much rather spend the time in each other's company without a third. Belle felt no sadness in politely declining, as the prospect of exploring the dark corridors and winding staircases of the sprawling gothic mansion held significantly more appeal.

Said exploration was abruptly curtailed, however, as she emerged into the most fantastic room she had ever seen in her life. Seemingly endless shelves of books covered the walls from marble floor to arched ceiling and Belle felt overwhelmed at the sight. Crossing the floor she eagerly began reading the spines closest to her, blissfully oblivious to any presence in the room until a pointedly cleared throat caused her to jump in surprise and turn towards the sound.

“Forgive me, Miss French.” Mr. Gold stood from the chair he had been sitting in. “I didn't mean to startle you.”

“Mr. Gold!” Belle flushed at having been caught, “My apologies. I didn't realise anyone was here.”

“Evidently.” Mr. Gold’s smile didn't quite reach his eyes. “I must say I am surprised you are here. I would have thought you'd be with Baethan.”

“He and Emma are walking the grounds. I didn't think my presence would be necessary.”

“That must come as a disappointment to you.”

“Sir?” Belle frowned in puzzlement.

Mr Gold's smile widened in a predatory fashion. “Your delight in the size of my house has not gone unnoticed. It must pain you to realise that my son favours another.”

Belle pursed her lips as the meaning of his words and the insult they contained struck her. “You misunderstand, sir. I do delight in your house, it is true, but I have always been aware of where Captain Gold's affections lie and I have neither the capacity nor the desire to alter them.”

“Even now that you are witness to the true vastness of his wealth?” Mr. Gold's eyes seemed to bore into her very soul but she refused to allow him the satisfaction of looking away.

“I am witness to the vastness of his house,” Belle replied, “I cannot speak as to his wealth.” Her heart beat faster at the words. Implying that the Golds lived beyond their means was unspeakably rude, but she felt it a fair response to the insult he had given her.

Mr. Gold’s lips twitched. “Have no fear on that account, Miss French. My son is well provided for. His happiness has always been my highest priority.”

The pointed words pierced the cloak of indignation that Belle had drawn around herself, as the reason for his uncharitable disposition became clear. He was a father protecting his son from one he felt would use him ill. How covetous she must have appeared in his eyes upon her arrival, caring only for the grand splendour of the house! Armed with this new understanding she felt compelled to honesty.

“I am glad to hear it, sir, although I do believe that he and Emma share such an affection that they could find happiness even in a pauper’s cottage.” Here she paused, hoping that Mr. Gold would comprehend the approbation present in her words, before attempting to offer an explanation for her own actions. “As for myself, I fear I must apologise for my lack of decorum yesterday afternoon. When I arrived I felt that I had stepped into the very pages of Northanger Abbey and could not help but be captivated by what I beheld as the embodiment of every hope and expectation contained therein.”

Belle flushed, her words sounding foolish even to her own ears, as Mr. Gold’s expression morphed into something resembling amusement.

“Oh, I see.” His lips quirked. “You are not so much a fortune-hunter as a monster-hunter. Well look no further, as I daresay you shall find me every shade as beastly as General Tilney.”

“You have read the novel” Belle exclaimed, all mortification forgotten in the excitement of a kindred spirit. “But you do yourself a disservice in your comparison, sir. Indeed I find you entirely unlike the General.”

“I thank you for the compliment, Miss French.” Mr. Gold’s smile was genuine this time as he gestured to the nearby chair. “Perhaps you would care to join me? We could discuss the works of Miss Austen further?”

Belle smiled wider, “I would be delighted.”

#rumbelle showdown #round two entry #author: Danger Mouse

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charkie-ee · 2 months

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💚💛❤️ Third Life Series in 2024 (happy 3 years of third life!!) 💚💛❤️

“This series went from being like ‘it’s hardcore with a gimmick!’ to ‘it’s like battle dome in here!’”

so because it has been 3 years since our beloved traffic series has started, i figured a good way to celebrate would be going back and watch 3rd life from the winners pov.

this post will basically contain notes from the 1st episode that my brain has entirely/somewhat forgotten.

if you have not watched 3rd life FULLY this is will contain spoilers! i feel like thats a given, but i'll put it here anyway.

(i was thinking about making this post just for funsies but then i checked the date and realized that it was actually 3rd life’s 3 year anniversary TODAY. fjdkjfkdjd I SO PLANNED THIS. TOTALLY!)

ONE MORE QUICK THING!!: did i forget anything? reply, or put it into the tags if theres something I missed!!

EPISODE ONE: Grian plays Minecraft… With a TWIST

. this is the first series Grian’s officially played using the proximity chat mod.

. mentioned briefly at 2:55, this is Grian’s first hardcore series he’s ever played in.

. the first person grian meets up with is BigB!

. Grian only sees RenDog once in his first episode.

. Grian was originally going to base somewhere in the flower forest (closer to where Scott and Jimmy eventually live) before basing with Scar in the desert. However, once he started building, Grian immediately disliked it, and called it the ugliest thing he’s ever built.

. Grian gives his flint and steel to Scar, which he uses to burn down Etho's dark oak tree.

. Grian hides two villagers, and originally wants to show them to Etho. However, Impulse, and Bdubs, follow, and the word gets out shortly after. *

. Scar and Grian were going to team up BEFORE Scar was killed. Scar first brings up having a monopoly on sand around the 12 minute mark.

. (not really notes but) Scar takes his shirt off for the first time at 15 minutes exactly. (i can’t believe im writing this smh)

. * Grian is invited to go back to the village after venturing to the sand biome with Scar, and trades his villagers. (he trades them for 3 diamonds, a dark oak sapling, a lava bucket, a juke box and disc, a bed, and some other lint)

. Grian explodes Scar at the 21:25 minute mark. There were 6 witnesses to his 'prank'. Impulse, Etho, Cleo, Bdubs, Tango, and Martyn. (my favorite thing about this is that Ren puts in the chat "Enchanting would have helped with that")

. Grian pledges his 1st life to Scar(didn't really forget that part, but i did forget that Grian loses his first life near the end of the series

. Pizza is first seen at the 25 minute mark exactly! (i think Pizza spawned in during a cut in Grian’s video. because i am only watching his pov, i do not know where Pizza originally cane from, this is the best estimate.)

. Grian abandons his first base in the flower forest at 26:15. This hole-in-the wall base didn’t last an episode.

. Grian and Scar originally wanted to have a monopoly over sand AND dark oak, and successfully chopped down the ‘only’ forest they saw. However, there was another not too far away from their base which ultimately ruined that monopoly. That being said, if the second dark oak forest had not been there, they might’ve had a chance at monopolizing dark oak saplings.

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I will be doing more posts like this for all of the episodes of Grian’s pov. that being said, if i miss something that was said/a scene in a different pov, i will not include that in this post.

for now, i hope you’ve enjoyed this little forgotten-info post, and i encourage you to watch the series for yourself!

I remember watching 3rd life for the first time when the episodes were still coming out, and i’ve loved the series ever since. It was, and still is a comfort series i watch when going through tough times. I’ve met lots of people, and made lots of friends through this series, and although i don’t post a lot about it on my blog, i’m grateful to have found a community who feels the same.

thanks for reading!

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