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purpleandstarlight · 6 months

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Dadbastianweek 2023 - Day four: Different Kids

Sebastian sighed, finally alone in his own room in the servant quarters, feeling more rested than he ever had in the past couple of years, and yet also somewhat more annoyed.

It was quite the troublesome situation the one he found himself in - having his own Young Master stuck in bed, paralysed by fear in a way that even the demon, who was with him more often than anyone else during the day, never got to see, and ending up serving a different kid- but if he wasn't able to adapt to this type of situation, what kind of butler would he be?

It was an all around different experience - as one should expect. While his former master was cold and prideful, even at a young age, the other one was kind and wild.

Where the head of the Phantomhive household would have given him an annoyed grimace or -at most- a roll of his one visible eye for any of his inhumanly perfect acts of showmanship, the young witch praised even his less impressive tricks, and lit up like a child on Christmas.

The demon couldn't say this was unwelcomed, as he was proud of his own skills, and the usual lack of response from the one he was supposed to serve was quite annoying, if amusing, however, he still had his share of problems, even with the gentler master of the two.

While, for all the problems he'd always given him, even as a ten years old his usual Young Master had at least the good sense of being polite during his meals (thanks to a mix of being brought up as a noble who's expected to have decent manners, being too prideful to act like a starving beast, and generally being too low-energy to bother) the green witch was quite...unlady-like. And while he could at least prod her a bit, he wasn't allowed to be as strict as he would have liked. First off, because she was a Lady, and while demons didn't quite care about being rude to a different gender as humans were (or cared about their own gender in general), his persona as 'Sebastian, the perfect butler' cared quite a bit.

Second of all, he simply couldn't.

While his former charge knew of his demonic nature and either didn't care about being roughed up by him during their past lessons or couldn't do much of anything about it, the whole village would have been even more against them if he made the Young Lady cry, and they would have lost their only ally there. The Phantomhive Earl would have also been extremely upset at it because -for someone who said he didn't care about anyone- he really cared about innocent people's well being, especially of those who aided him or showed him honest affection. Although, the demon mused, he would have taken an angry Master over the current spineless and pathetic one he currently had any day.

The lack of teasing had also been...boring. Worsening the Phantomhive's household head's already constantly sour mood had become a favorite hobby of his, and although usually childish or annoying, some of his Young Master's biting remarks were quite entertaining.

However, for already explained reasons, that bit was out of the table when it came to the Green Witch.

He had almost hoped in stirring some drama when his newly appointed charge had questioned his former Lord's past, wich -Thanks to the condition set by the young Phantomhive himself, wich made it so he couldn't lie- would have given him the perfect excuse to spill everything about their contract to a moral human being.

The result could have been extremely entertaining.

Mayhaps the lady would have tried to defend the slightly older kid, and the demon would have had to kill her, wich would have alerted the villagers and brought them to their death as well. Maybe the chaos would have made his Young Master angry enough to snap out of the pitiful state he was in, or if not, the demon could have at least let out some steam. He was getting restless...Honestly, he hadn't been so bored in years.

But no. The Young Lady had shown some courtesy that his lord would have certainly appreciated, but him, at that moment? Not so much.

It was somewhat amusing, at least, to see the lady's former butler squirm when the little girl thoughtlessly said things like "You're so much better than Wolfram at this!" or "You should be more like him, Wolfram". They were said without trace of real malice - but the man was clearly bothered to be seemingly thrown away by the child he saw as his own family.

He found from past contracts that human jealousy could be the foundation for the most entertaining tragedies, but his own household never gave space to such emotions. His young master did show preference in his servants, but only in the way that Sebastian was the one he disliked the most, and treated accordingly. And even if the demon appeared to be the best butler in all of England, Tanaka was too respectable of a man to feel jealousy for a fellow co-worker, or even act on it, and the rest of the servants were just too naive to feel any sort of anger or sadness because of Sebastian's skills in the first place.

(With a start, he realized he somewhat preferred his original experience with the Phantomhives, but quickly shook his head. It was probably because he found it easier to work with people who didn't throw a tantrum over him simply trying to do his job.)

The amount of annoyance displayed by the German man couldn't be enough to get his mind off the situation at hand, though.

Bard, usually way too enthusiastic when it came to cooking, passed the whole time zoning out. Mey Rin had been caught crying by the demon more than once, though she tried her best to keep it hidden. Tanaka was even quieter than normal, and Snake's usually serious expression looked even more grim.

Finny was with the young master most of the day, but when he came back, his expressions was uncharacteristically grim with worry.

They all looked like they were mourning someone - wich was not only ridiculous (the child was only throwing a temper tantrum after all) but also...not as entertaining as he thought it would be.

He'd always been bothered by those idiots' chaotic streak, but as they wandered around, looking like ghosts...Sebastian didn't like it. It felt ever worse to think about what they'd look like when the child would actually be dead.

When they were most annoying, the butler liked to think about seeing them one last time when they discovered their former Master's corpse, face full of mourning. Even entertained the thought of giving away his identity, just to make spice it all up that much more, before officially disappearing from their lives.

This should have been a nice taste of that, so why was he feeling so...weird, all of a sudden?

How annoying.

Shaking his head, the demon set up to continue his research.

That child had better recover soon.

#no lie i extended this like yesterday and the day before #it should have ended with Sebastian thinking about destroying the village and Sieglinde #but i wasnt convinced ever since i wrote it and a couple days ago i was like “yeah no i gotta fix this”#so it became phantomfam agenda once again lmao #i unfortunately have no complete entries after this one so this is where we part #dadbastianweek #dadbastiandifferentkids

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seuonji · 7 months

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彡 lie again — xu minghao

๑ even though i need you every day, i push you away knowing i’m going to regret it. — lie again by seventeen

notes ๑ at prom, everyone wanted to dance with minghao but the only person he wanted to dance with, was you.

genre ๑ angst, hurt no comfort.

warnings ๑ unrequited love

word count ๑ 1.5k

from aya: this is for caratsland’s first event! for the theme seventeen songs<3

+ big thanks to my bestie that proofread + corrected any errors here cause man i struggled writing this—

★ the song lie again can be interpreted in different ways! this is the vibe i got from it!!

you walked in, fidgeting with your shoulder bag strap. every time you took a step you could feel it sink into the mildly muddy grass. the theme for prom was ethereal garden and as majestic as it sounded, you kind of wished the terrain would be more compatible with your outfit.

as you descended further into the crowd, there was a slight jitter running through your body. events like this never failed to trigger feelings of anxiety in you.

but it was prom, a special day for most.

you bobbed your head to the music and looked around, it was almost too obvious that you were looking for someone.

but that’s where he found you.

“yn?” someone held on to your shoulder catching your attention, turning, your heart swiftly raised.

this couldn’t be a healthy feeling.

you saw the man you used to treasure and you weren’t quite sure how to act.

“hao…?” you said the first thing that came to your mind. the a common nickname everyone gave him but you always swore you thought of it first.

“wow, you look stunning,” minghao pointed out, complimenting you.

“ahh, you’re too nice, thank you so much,” you smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear.

he tucked his hands in his pockets as you two stared at each other in awe.

“just got here?” you asked trying to fill the silence.

“no i’ve actually been here awhile, i helped with some of the set up.”

you nodded in acknowledgment, even complimented his work. then again, silence fell upon you two.

minghao pursed his lips and tilted his head as his eyes lingered on the floor. just three small movements yet you could tell he wanted to ask you something.

“…care to dance with me?”

you stood there frozen for a second, this was the last thing you thought you’d be doing tonight.

minghao pointed to the dance floor with his eyes as he extended one of his arms, hands ready to take yours.

in this moment, you couldn’t reject him. you softly giggled and placed your hand in his, “of course!”

he bowed as he guided you to the dance floor.

you placed your hand on his shoulder, and his found it’s way to your hip. his other hand held yours and you two danced in sync as if you practiced yesterday. to be fair, you both have done this before.

“how’ve you been doing?” you asked, genuinely curious.

though surprised with your interest, he casually answered, “i’ve been…good.” his smile seemed forced at the end but minghao had always been good at putting up a front.

“you’re still aiming for the same college as before i presume,” minghao brought up.

“of course, can’t believe you still remember that,” you chuckled softly.

“how could i forget.”

he still cared about you.

as you two continued to dance and converse simultaneously, you barely noticed the people around. they were all drawn in, amazed at the view. you two looked like a figure in a jewellery box that spun to winded up music.

there were definitely a few people whispering and gossiping that you two were dancing together.

after all, your break up was a shock to your school when news got out.

“you’re planning to go to that college overseas still?” you asked with a grin, showing you still carried the same amount of care as him.

“yeah.”

“mm, that’s crazy, it feels like it was just yesterday we were playing rock, paper, scissors to see who would pay for vending machine drinks, but now we won’t even cross paths with each other,” you sullenly remembered a memory of something you and minghao used to do.

you two spent most of your breaks together and eventually came up with that system to buy drinks for one another.

“yeah, i’ll never forget that time i won consecutively for four days so on friday you just bought it without playing the game,” he recalled your ultimate loss with a smug grin, lightening up the mood.

you leaned your head into his chest to hide your laugh, he was scared you’d feel the way his heart was beating.

suddenly, you looked at him with serious eyes, “keep in touch with me okay hao?”

minghao furrowed his eyebrows, not expecting you to want something like that but he was of course more than happy to, “you too.”

slowly, minghao felt like he could finally bring up the elephant in the room. honestly he wanted to talk about you two. it never wrapped around his head properly, so if he could just get some of your thoughts on the situation, maybe he could be more at ease.

“listen, i know things didn’t end well after—“ he cut himself off, he kept stuttering around his words. it was not an easy topic to talk about.

“yn, about us—“

it was building up until you cut him off.

immediately, reality struck him. he realised, there was no us and you being here was only temporary.

dancing with you gave him false hope.

it seemed like minghao always lost you as fast as he got you.

“oh, i found my date!” you’ve been looking for him since you got here. you loosened your grip on minghao’s hand. your eyes peered over minghao’s shoulder but just a few traces down his shoulder was his heart. there, he felt a painful ache as he saw your eyes that glimmered as you saw your new interest.

it hurt cause your eyes once used to glimmer the same way for him.

but he already let you go, why should this bother him?

“right,” minghao slowly released you from his hands. “well, i hope that whatever comes next for you it goes well, you deserve the best you know.”

you held your shoulder awkwardly as you two stood in the center of the dance floor. “thanks minghao, i’ll always treasure you.”

you left once he took in your words with a smile. an expression only you could ever unlock.

you walked away not looking back. you’ve turned back enough when you both ended things that day.

and whatever you decided that day was a mutual decision so surely, it was for the better, right?

“do not eat anything from the food bar. that senior, yoon jeonghan, coughed on them,” mingyu slung his arm around minghao’s shoulders and handed him a germ free drink.

“really?” the shorter friend laughed emotionlessly while taking the drink.

“he did. i watched him do it.”

mingyu nodded his head to the beat watching the crowd beside minghao who was doing the same. “anyways, did you you dance with anyone today? i actually heard a few people were planning to ask you to dance.” mingyu sparked a conversation.

“just yn,” minghao said nonchalantly.

mingyu was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink but nearly choked upon hearing your name, “seriously?”

“what’s with the reaction?”

“i mean, they’re your ex.”

minghao gently swirled his cup in his hand while his eyes were glued to her floor, “what about it?”

mingyus eyes awkwardly shifted and minghao noticed. minghao calmly answered why he chose to dance with someone he has such a past with.

with a cold sigh minghao strictly emphasised,

“i don’t like them anymore.”

mingyu was slightly taken aback, as minghao noticed, he silently reasoned making his friend know he wasn’t angry or anything.

“there was no hidden meaning. i just wanted to interact with them one last time before we go our separate ways.”

mingyu’s eyes stuck on minghao with evident concern but as the answer came, his eyes softened.

mingyu was someone that supported you and minghao through and through. he knew how much minghao liked you and he knew you shared that very same feeling.

he honestly thought you two would’ve lasted longer than any of the other couples in school.

yet you two broke up sooner than anyone else.

you both dated towards the end of your second year and ended it in the beginning of the third year. people suspected that the split occurred so that you two could focus on studies, but that was lost after there was no signs of you two getting back together.

however mingyu for one knew it must’ve ended it for good reasons.

but the thing is, you couldn’t figure out why it didn’t work out yourselves. there wasn’t even any arguments and there was nothing wrong with either of you, yet something was missing.

it only got worse when there was no longing to fix it. because how do you fix something that’s not broken?

eventually there was no better outcome than to break up. you came to the conclusion that it was just not meant to be despite wanting to be together.

in the end, you’ve been able to move on, even found someone else you wanted to experience new things with.

as for minghao, the person he wanted in that same sense, was with someone else.

and everyday minghao tries to convince himself that he does not love you anymore, and as every tomorrow draws near, he knows he’s going to lie again.

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alessabriel · 1 year

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You're so beautiful – Max Thunderman x ReaderFem!

Your voice was so attractive, it left him adrift as soon as it emerged from between your plump lips, lips in which he was lost for a few seconds before giving himself up for lost among all that it meant to admire you. Did Max discover new things about your pretty face that he didn't yesterday, for example, that your lips were covered in a lipstick of the darkest shade of red or burgundy? He wasn't an expert on colors, but if he remembered seeing you struggling to do the fade you'd seen online a while ago and how aesthetically pleasing your lips looked, you sure did it.

It looked fantastic on you and I wanted to ruin it with his kisses.

And to that was added the falls, slopes and small traits that I loved to see you do, like when you didn't like something at all you squinted your right eye more before blinking faster than usual and when you got too excited but you couldn't you scream you twisted your fingers as hidden as possible.

That particular day you looked stunning.

He just gave in to admiring you in silence, as your lips moved softly in the middle of your story (really he always gave you the most attention but now you were exceptionally beautiful) and your eyes lost in your surroundings inside the small cafeteria where they used to having dates to remember, that made it easier for you not to lose the thread of what you were saying (a secret you told him when you started dating and he couldn't formulate more than a half-incoherent sentence). He was still embarrassed about it and more about how he almost jumped when you took his hand.

It was impossible to think that they had been together for more than two years, how you had been by his side when even he doubted himself, staying there and always with the right words for his mind, soul and heart. You are so understanding, empathetic, kind and good person that it was more than welcome the fact that you were part of the society of heroes (unlike your parents who were once the worst and vilest villains) but now they did good, it was of expected that you inspired that change because you also did it with him. You inspired them to decide for themselves, not to contradict someone else, to choose what would make them comfortable with his existence.

You were his hero.

Max completely missed the end of your story, and you looked at him before smiling amused at how he seemed so lost. You wouldn't say the same thing happens to you, because Max already knew. Before you could speak he blurted something out, more like something he let slip in the most honest way possible.

"You are the most beautiful and cute girl I have ever seen in my life"

And you felt your face redden before you coughed because the saliva went down your throat badly, which was what brought Max out of his daydream to extend his drink to you that you had in an attempt not to choke and then speak.

"Did you hear me Max?"

Max just smiled and shook his head, it was impossible to lie to you.

"You're so cute that I got completely distracted, but I can listen to you all my life [Name]"

"You're So Corny Max"

And the genuine laugh that Max let out was a blow to your heart, only with you he laughed so openly and openly, you had heard all the variations in the tone of his voice, without a doubt you loved hearing it.

"I tell you? I see you and it comes out naturally beautiful"

#the thundermans #max thunderman #max thunderman x reader #max thunderman x reader fluff

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harrieatthemet · 1 year

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Pantry

In which Harry invents ‘fun day’ and Angel Baby tries to keep a secret.

You were very clear. At least you thought you were.

“Absolutely no more skipping school” and you stood your ground, despite the two sullen faces looking at back at you, “understand?”

The only thing you hate more than being the bad cop: being out of the loop. Which is exactly the position you found yourself in three weeks ago, twice, when Harry kept angel baby home from school for ‘fun day’. And ‘fun day’ typically leads to the principal phoning your cell to ask if she’s sick. She must be, since she’s out of school. And what you hate more than being out of the loop and being the tough parent is having to lie.

“Was fo’ a fun day,” he pleaded his case for hours afterwards, “and I was missing her so bad!”

“If you let her skip again, she’s gonna be the only one having any fun” and really you thought this threat would be enough, “your right hand isn’t as fun as my mouth.”

The look of fear in his eye, an exasperated reaction to the indefinite absence of blowjobs, gave you the impression that he’d put a pause on ‘fun day’ for a while. Which is exactly what he needed you to think. He’d even laid on a little extra moping last night; pouting about how ‘unfair’ it was that he was only home for three days and had to wait until school was over. Disneyland was in the cards all along, which was likely why he pushed you to enjoy your day with friends for ‘as long as you want’.

Clearly you were too quick to jump to conclusions. There was gonna be a ‘fun day’ whether you wanted it or not, and your friends have the photos to prove it.

“Harry’s such a good dad,” one of them gushes, phone attached to her hand, “he was definitely meant to have a little girl.”

You nod in agreement before swallowing a mouthful of iced tea, smiling when the rest of your friends glance at the phone and coo in unison. He is very good with her; very invested and attentive. And definitely meant to be a girl dad, you agree; he’s never shied away from wearing tutus or sloppy blue eyeshadow out of the house. You wait for your turn to gawk at the phone proudly, eager to see whatever article is praising Harry as dad of the year.

“Look at the second one,” your other friend chirps, “he’s having more fun than she is. (Y/N) look how cute these are!”

She extends her arm across the table with the phone in tow as she eagerly waits for you two swoon like they are.

Angel baby’s clad head to toe in Disney swag; the ears on her head are sandwiched between two braids, a light up balloon in one hand and Harry’s hand in her other. You’re looking at her colorful butterfly face paint before you notice her shoes; brand new Gucci ballet flats. The same ones Harry brought home from London yesterday and the same ones she wore this morning. For the first time.

“Fucking fun day.” You’re muttering as you tuck a few things away in your purse.

He was a little too keen on driving her to school this morning; a little too insistent you needed an afternoon out with friends. He was a little too excited to get you out of the house altogether. Harry’s a lot of things; a man of empathy being one of them. He wants to take care of everyone all the time and it’s admirable. But he’s also a sneaky son of a bitch, which is exactly all you manage to digress to your friends before excusing yourself from lunch.

It’s not like he wanted to lie. He didn’t want to be sneaky. If anything, it’s really your own fault. Had you jumped on the ‘fun day’ bandwagon he could’ve gotten tickets for three instead of two. You’re a ‘fun day hater’, he tells angel baby, so there was no other choice but to withhold his plans. So he needed to make sure that you were properly distracted, which meant being a little bit sneaky and swearing angel baby to complete secrecy. Which she was fine with; that little girl is a vault and whatever Harry tells her, he knows she’s good on keeping it locked away.

Not that it mattered because he beat you home. He’s smug when he pulls into the driveway. Your cars absent which reassures him he’s just that good. He’s about ready to relish in the victory when he shuts the front door behind him. And as he readies himself to ask angel baby if she enjoyed her day whilst following her into the kitchen, he hears it; the shutting of a car door.

How naive of him to think he had at least another hour; both him and angel baby lock widened eyes across the kitchen counter. He knows your’re about a handful of seconds away from hitting that front door and he becomes royally screwed. It’s not nearly enough time for angel baby to get upstairs; she can’t move those little legs that fast. A quick sweep across the room is all it takes for him before he lands on the door to the pantry, then glances back at the wide eyed toddler right across from him.

“Oi,” he scurries to her side of the kitchen, scooping her up and fast-pacing it to the door, “m’gonna hide y’from mummy, okay peach?”

This is somewhat amusing to her. Angel baby is just that; an angel. She knows she’d never catch any heat for this. Harry’s gonna fall on that sword like always, she’s just along for the ride. That’s why she lets one of those amused belly laughs out after catching the panicked look scribbled all over his face. When he puts her down before handing her a snack from one of the shelves to keep her occupied, she can’t help but giggle again.

“Just fo’ a minute, okay?” And he’s trying to shove in all the fucking toys he impulse bought as gently as possible, “Can y’be super quiet f’daddy?”

She’s giggling at how frantic he is, “you’re in troubleeee”

“Course not,” he whispers, backing out of the door before mumbling under his breath, “not yet, anyways.”

He refuses to close it all the way; instead just encouraging her to sit quietly underneath one of the shelves. It does dawn on him to pile up a few bags of chips to better fuse her in with the abundance of snacks, but he doesn’t have time. He can hear you call his name out from the hall before you spawn a few feet away from him.

“Helloooooo there,” it’s obvious in his tone that he’s up to something, “y’home a bit early.”

“I am,” and you’re onto him, he can see it in your face, “figured we could pick our girl up from school together.”

He insisted that he’d be the one to do school pick up - much like he insisted to be the one for morning dropping off, too. And you thought it was sweet; it’s just an excuse to spend a couple extra minutes with her when he could, give you a break and take on whatever responsibility possible now that’s he home for a few days. But now you feel like you finally have the upper hand; he thinks he’s so clever with his rouse when he smiles at you. It’s amusing to you how he’s got no idea your kid is somewhere hiding in this house. She’s probably still in her Disney t-shirt.

Honestly, whatever you summed it up to be was fine with him. He didn’t care; as long as he managed to finesse her out of school and into a Mickey Mouse hat without suspicion was all he needed. What he hadn’t taken into account was you flipping the script and cancelling your lunch plans. He also didn’t take into account the fact that this isn’t the Stone Age; he’s an A-list celebrity galavanting around the most crowded amusement park in a society where everyone has their phones out. Really, he should’ve thought of that beforehand.

Because now he’s got angel baby hidden in the snack closet with all 13 of her Disney souvenirs.

“No need,” he insists, watching you slide your purse onto the counter, “told y’I would.”

He awkwardly shuffles a little to his left in an attempt to divert your attention away from the pantry door. It’s almost like he’s walking funny; awkwardly dancing over to you to give you the hello kiss he assumed you were waiting for.

“I know,” you hum when he lays a kiss to your temple, “but I thought, y’know, since you’re home we could pull her out early.”

“When,” he blurts, “like, y’wanna grab her right now?”

“Why not,” you’re baiting him and he has no idea, “we could take her to the beach, do something fun.”

He’s squinting his eyes at you because, let’s be honest, he knows you well enough to figure out when you’ve got something cooking. Especially when it comes to prioritizing fun over academics. Yes, you know kindergarten is not college and she’s not learning the cure for cancer. He’s argued that point about fifty times. Which is why he remembers you very clearly reiterating that school is important. So why are you switching sides all of the sudden and so unprovoked?

“S’a good idea,” he nods a little too aggressively, “how ‘bout y’head upstairs ’n fish out some bathing suits while I sign her out, yeah?”

If he can just get you upstairs and out of the way, he thinks he’d have about a solid 3 and a half minutes to fish angel baby out from the closet and smuggle her to the car. He’ll worry about the toys later, but he can do a loop around the neighborhood once or twice and come back like he just snagged her out music class.

“No, no,” and of course you’ve pissed all over his get out of jail free plan, “we should go together.”

He exhales, shaking his head like somehow it’ll drudge up a good excuse for why he should probably go on his own. He can’t really think of anything; he’s lagging and you’re boring a stare so heavy at him he feels it burning a hole through his forehead. And he thinks he’s got something but as he opens his mouth to say it, he’s promptly interrupted by loud tousling coming from the pantry.

So you get serious and dart your eyes between Harry and the door, “What was that?”

“Weird,” he’s acting confused but really, it’s such horrible acting that you wonder how he landed three roles in three different movies, “don’t hear anything.”

Angel baby can’t for the life of her help him out here, because louder tousling erupts from the pantry. He knows she’s about elbow deep in a bag full of goldfish. All he needed, he thought, was just a few more minutes to throw you off. But you look at him, eyebrows raised, and he can’t ward off the look on his face; like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“That bloody cat,” it was all he could think of under pressure, “real menace, he is, always getting into th’snack cabinet.”

The jig is up. He knows it, and you’re tired of playing the long game. So you stride past him before he shuts his eyes. He’s caught red handed and there’s no way he’ll drum up a good lie for why he tucked angel baby in between the tortilla chips and canisters of spaghetti. She tousles around in there a little more before your hand falls on the knob, blowing the door and his chance for another fun day wide open. He turns around apprehensively to size up your reaction; he wants to get an idea of how bad the outcome is gonna be.

But he melts at his little girl, her face painted as she sits aside all her toys and smirks innocently up at you and giggles, “I was hiding good, huh?”

“The snack closet,” you groan, cocking your head at Harry “Seriously?”

He’s got nothing to say; he knows what he did. It was just the most convenient place to put her on short notice. He looks right past you though and shoots angel baby a lopsided smile. You and him are in the same boat; she’s too wholesome to get stern with. Especially when she’s doing her toothy grin with a face painted like a butterfly. You tilt your head at her though before sighing. A good talk about lying can take place later; right now you’ve got another liar to deal with.

“Why don’t you take a few of these toys upstairs,” you encourage, gesturing the pile of trinkets she’s surrounded by, “put those away so I can talk t’daddy.”

She grabs as many as she can fit in her hand, which would be a solid two toys, and leaves the rest for you to manage before she embarks on her journey upstairs. Not before stopping by Harry, apologizing for not keeping his secret. And she also apologizes for snagging as many Oreos she could and stuffing them in her pocket to bring with her upstairs. She makes sure to keep that part hushed so it doesn’t fall on your ears. Then he’s left with you - not the ending he was hoping for after enjoying a day with angel baby. Your arms are folded, face flat in annoyance before you do that thing he fears most; that annoyed breath of air out before shifting your weight onto one hip. Seriously, it terrifies him.

“Know y’mad,” he puts both his hands up in surrender, “but m’leaving again soon and I thought, hey she hasn’t been t’Disney lately and-“

“That’s more important to you than going to school and learning?” Your tone tells him he’s not gonna maneuver out of this by being cheeky, “going to Disney? She’s not learning anything in Disney.”

“Sure she is!”

“Right,” oh now you’re being sarcastic, he’s really done it, “ because It’s A Small World and Mickey Mouses’ legacy is really gonna shape her educational development.”

“I mean,” where he’s gonna go with this, not even he’s so sure right now, “Mickey’s got his own franchise, could probably learn something there.”

He landed the point but it totally crashed and burned. Epically, because you roll your eyes and reach for one of the stuffed dolls angel baby left behind to hurl it at him. Really he’s not trying to make a joke out of this. And he swears he won’t do this again. Touring is coming to an end so there’s no need to honestly. But he doesn’t want his brief trip home to be infiltrated by hostility; he’s just trying to make light of the situation. You’re not biting though. For a minute he thinks you are because you uncross your arms and start to walk away. Not before breaking the bad news to him.

“I’m taking you off the pick up list indefinitely,” the words come so nonchalantly from you and he acts like you shot him, going to argue the unfairness before he’s swiftly cut off, “and if you argue that I’ll take you off for good. You know I will.”

“And I don’t get any blowies before I leave?” he exhales; he’s gotta ask to prepare himself for an answer, “how long am I being punished?”

“Long,” you nod affirmatively but he frowns in response, sighing as you stroll by and pat him on the back, “that right arm’ll be real strong.”

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callsignlucky · 2 years

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talk to me, lucky (part 3)

summary: You're Maverick’s kid. You’re also Bradley Bradshaw’s best friend—or at least, you were. What lies between you two now is uncharted territory.

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw/mitchell!reader

wc: 2.3k

a/n: good morning, aviators! so sorry this took eight days to get up! also this part might be a little slow to some so big apologies about that. anyways come get y'all juice

<- part 2 | part 4 ->

I slid out of my Jeep the following morning, eyes lingering on the horizon as the sun crept up, washing the base in hues of orange, red and yellow. This was a definite perk of getting up so early, but I’d still rather sleep in.

“Hey!” A voice from my left pulled my attention, and I turned my head to see Lieutenant Natasha Trace jog over from her truck. She looked different than she had yesterday at the bar—her dress khakis were replaced with a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. Aviators hung from the neckline, and she switched her green duffel from one hand to the other before extending her arm in a handshake. “Morning. You’re Lucky, right?”

“The one and only. You must be Phoenix.” I shook her hand firmly as she confirmed her callsign with a nod. “Good to see it’s not a total sausage party.”

She snorted with a nod, falling into step with me as we headed inside to the locker room. “We got Halo here, too, so we aren’t that outnumbered.”

“Oh, we’ll still be fighting by the skin of our teeth.” I assured her, and she laughed bitterly as we made our way down the hall.

“I have no doubt.”

I was waiting for her to bring up Bradley, she practically had a front row seat to The Slap That Shook North Island, but she didn’t say a word and I was grateful. She introduced me to the infamous Callie Bassett, who was just as pleasant as I’d heard, and I thought that’s why they called her Halo. I was wrong, and poor Callie went on to explain that she earned her callsign when she nearly met her demise doing HALO jumps—high altitude, low opening. She passed out mid-fall, and if her HALO instructor hadn’t ripped her cord at the last possible second…splat. No more Callie. By the time she was done with her story we were all dressed in our flight suits, and headed down to the hangar where we were instructed to meet. And just when I started to get too comfortable…

“Well if it isn’t the woman of the hour!” Lieutenant Jake Seresin’s twang was enough to pull Phoenix’s eyes into a roll. With a smirk, the blonde sauntered over, another man at his side. “Lucky, was it?”

I nodded, providing him with my full name, emphasizing the Lieutenant that sat in front of it. “You must be Dogman and Hyena.”

He faltered, but only slightly, switching the toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other with his tongue. “Hangman and Coyote”

“Right.” I dragged out the i, to emphasize how little I cared. “And why am I the woman of the hour, Bagman?”

Beside me, I saw Natasha give Jake a look out of the corner of my eye, the type of look that said shut up if you know what’s good for you, but from what I’d heard of the pilot in front of me, he didn’t have a clue what that was. “Well, my buddy Coyote and I are just dying to know what happened between you and Bradshaw. I mean…that was one hell of a slap.”

I had two options. I could tell the truth, or I could lie.

Okay, realistically, I had one option. So, I grinned at Hangman with all my teeth, tilting my chin up. “Oh, it was just some foreplay.”

This wiped that cocky smile right off his face. “What?”

“Foreplay.” After a beat I huffed, rolling my eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You know, just something to spice things up!” I dropped my voice to sound more sultry and leaned in a bit. “Sometimes, Bradley and I like to meet at bars and cause a scene. Makes things much better in bed. You should try it, Seresin.” His eyes were wide as saucers, and I had to think about the time my dad walked in on my boyfriend escaping through my bedroom window to prevent myself from laughing.

“You..You’re serious?” He asked after a moment, and I held his gaze in long enough silence to make him uncomfortable before laughing out loud.

“No, you idiot, I’m not serious! Do you really think I’d ever tell you something like that? I don’t even know you.” I rolled my eyes with a scoff of a laugh, and Jake clenched his jaw, obviously not too fond of being the butt of the joke for once.

“Very funny, Lucky. What’s the real reason, then?”

“Some things are just better left a mystery, Milkman.” I snorted at my own joke, deciding then and there that I would spend the next three weeks coming up with the worst versions of Jake’s callsign that I could think of purely for my own amusement. “See you out there, Phoenix.” With a nod toward the other woman I headed up to the podium, where a friend was straightening out papers. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, Hondo.”

“Good to see you too, kiddo.” He greeted, a small grin on his face and voice quiet. “Glad to know you’re just as much your father’s daughter as ever.”

I smiled wide and nodded my head in a bow. “Thank you, Hondo, I pride myself on that fact. Though I still can’t believe he dragged you here to North Island.”

“Well, the pay bump, free housing and California sun resulted in not so much as a drag but an eager trot. Besides, I’d gladly follow that man into Hell, Lucky. North Island is definitely not that.” He smiled at me and I patted his shoulder, before heading to find a seat. I felt like I was in high school again as I eased myself into one of the desks, fiddling with the pencil that rested in the little groove. I allowed myself to get lost in thought, and I only picked my head up when the rest of the team began to file in, with Rooster at the helm of the group, eyes searching the desks before him.

It was at that moment that I realized Bradley Bradshaw had some balls of steel as he dropped himself into the desk right next to mine. I really couldn’t believe it. I slapped him in front of everyone sitting around us, and he still had the nerve to plop down beside me. My hands clenched into my fists in my lap and I quickly faced forward, keeping my face as blank as possible.

“I wouldn’t have picked Lucky.” He whispered to me, and it was all I could do to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. The first words he’s spoken to me in ten years and they were about my goddamn callsign?? My nails dug into my palms and I stared straight ahead while Rooster continued. “For your callsign, I mean. I wouldn’t have picked Lucky. I would’ve gone with Cherry.”

That nickname cut deep and propelled me back into our childhood, and for a second it felt like he wanted to hurt me. I had to remind myself that Bradley would never hurt me on purpose, but a person can change a lot in a decade. I tightened my jaw, trying to keep my facial expressions neutral because I knew Hangman was watching us, especially now that Bradley had sat down next to me like an idiot.

“Well, you weren’t around to pick my callsign, now were you, Rooster?” I replied quietly after a moment, eyes flicking down to the thick book sitting in front of me, avoiding even looking at him. The aged desk creaked as he leaned back in it. These were probably the same ones that our fathers sat in all those years ago. If we had been on better terms, I’d make a joke that he was probably sitting in Maverick’s while I was sitting In Goose’s. It worked better like that than the other way around. More fitting.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered after a minute. “I just…” He trailed off, silence overtaking him, and sighed heavily. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re ten years too late for sorry, Bradley.”

“I know. I know I messed up. I just—I…I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t…after what he did, I couldn’t, and you…” Rooster was dancing around what he really wanted to say, voice so quiet I could barely hear him. He stared at his hands, brows furrowed, debating within himself and I urged him silently to just say it already as my frustrations rose. “Forget it. You wouldn’t understand.”

My jaw tightened. “Right.” I nodded slowly, pulling the book and my pencil to my stomach as I swung my leg around the seat to stand. “Because I’ve never understood you, Bradley. Not once, not ever.”

He spoke my name, clearly already regretting what he’d said, but I was already preparing to stand—until a loud voice cut my plans to move seats short.

“ATTENTION ON DECK!”

Like clockwork, all of us were up in parade rest like it was muscle memory as Admirals Bates and Simpson entered the aircraft hangar. The latter of the two fell to a halt beside Hondo, while the former approached the podium.

“Good morning. Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated.” Admiral Bates greeted us, and everyone lowered themselves back down into their desks, eager to find out what was in store for us. “I’m Admiral Bates, NAWDC commander. You are all TOPGUN graduates. The elite. The best of the best.” The room was full of smiles, some arrogant, some proud. “That was yesterday.” And at once, the smiles dropped. “The enemy’s new fifth generation fighter has leveled the playing field. Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage. Success, now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box.” I watched as Hangman turned his head with a cocky grin to gaze at Phoenix, and smiled faintly at the subtle middle finger she raised at him in return as Bates continued to speak. “Half of you will make the cut. One of you will be named mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve.”

I caught the Admiral’s gaze for a long moment and I quickly glanced over at Bradley, just as Hangman turned to smile at him the same way he’d smiled at Phoenix. His eyes were straight ahead, face calm, optimistic even. He had no idea what was coming, and a part of me felt sorry that we blindsided him. It only lasted for a moment, before I reminded myself that I was blindsided by him when he wouldn’t return any of my calls.

“Your instructor is a TOPGUN graduate with real-world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master.” As Bates began his introduction, I couldn’t help but get excited. I sat up straighter, tilted my chin up, eyes bright. Even if I was going through the emotional ringer because of the man beside me, the other man making his approach down the aisle flooded me with pride, even though I couldn’t show it. “His exploits are legendary, and he’s considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced.”

Hangman turned to look and I watched as his cocky demeanor completely melted away, and he turned back around, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life or death.” Other heads turned, including Coyote’s, who had the same reaction as Hangman, slumping forward in his seat with a nervous smile.

Rooster finally turned his head, and his face melted into something else entirely. Something hard, something cold, something…angry. He looked over at me and I quickly looked away, feeling so goddamn guilty and hating it because it confused the hell out of me.

“I give you Captain Pete Mitchell.” Admiral Bates’ deep voice boomed all around us. “Callsign, Maverick.”

I watched with a small smile as my father took the podium, nodding in response as he said good morning. He examined his team, lifting his brows quickly at me, before holding up a thick book. “The F-18 NATOPS.” As he lowered it, he patted it a few times. “It contains everything they want you to know about your aircraft. I’m assuming you know the book inside and out.”

Around us, some pilots called out. All of the arrogant ones, I noted. With a damn straight, Hangman was also included.

My father then proceeded to throw the book in the trash. “So does your enemy.”

Despite none of the pilots around me knowing my connection with him, I felt my cheeks redden slightly, wanting to sink through the floor. My eyes flicked to Hondo, who shook his head slightly, chest rising and falling in a heavy sigh. “And we’re off.” I murmured to myself.

“What the enemy doesn’t know,” Dad continued, “is your limits. I intend to find them. Test them. Push beyond.” His eyes found mine again. He and I had always been on the same wavelength, so I knew this was his subtle way of telling me I would not be receiving any special treatment. Part of me was glad, but the other was slightly terrified.

I’d grown up with Dad. I had yet to meet Captain Pete Mitchell.

“Today, we’ll start with what you only think you know.” His eyes scanned the pilots in front of him. “You show me what you’re made of.”

I knew my skill set. I knew I was a good pilot. The apple didn’t fall far after all, and my simply being here meant I could hold my own with the men and women around me.

But I wasn’t an idiot. I wouldn’t stand a chance against Maverick. I took some comfort in knowing the fact that if I couldn’t, there was no way in hell the pilots around me could either. One thing I knew for certain—it was going to be a long day.

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vibratingskull · 5 months

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The art of relaxation

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24

Tags : Picnics, Bathing, innuendos, Domestical Bliss, you're not even a couple

FemaleReader x Thrawn

Nather left you and Thrawn alone to take care of some affairs, how will you spend your time together ?

You’re entangled in the covers when you feel lips pressed against your mouth. You open your eyes mid-way, in the darkness of the room you distinguish Arzel.

“Hmmmmm?” You mutters.

“I just wanted to see you before I go. Go back to sleep, my pearl.” He pulls back the covers over you and you snuggle with pleasure in the softness of your bed.

“Bye, love.” You yawn.

You sleep some more until you hear someone entering your room again. You feel lips on your cheek. You protest, hiding your face in the cover and curling over yourself. A hand puts a strand of hair behind your ear, then something nibbles your earlobe, tickling you.

“What do you want, love? Did you forget something?” You ask with a voice full of sleep.

“It is the first time you call me love. This is agreeable.” You hear a soft and melodious voice

Your eyes open wide, well awake in a second. You turn towards Thrawn in a jump, pulling the covers over you with a little cry of surprise. Seated on the edge of the bed, he looks at you with softness in the eyes.

“What are you doing here?” You demand.

“I thought I could help you to wake up.” He answers, caressing your forehead.

You release your breath, relaxing a bit. He delicately grazes your skin with his warm hand, a thin smile floating on his face, like he was enamored by what he’s seeing. His eyes shine bright in the ambient darkness of the room. He leans over you and kisses your forehead and rises up to open your curtains. You hide your eyes, groaning.

“Rise up, it is a marvelous day. I have some activities prepared for us.”

You groan.

“What time is it?”

“6am”

You open your eyes round like saucers, outraged.

“6am?!”

He nods, but you clearly see he doesn’t understand your indignation. He goes for exiting your room when he notices something on your nightstand and reaches for it. You follow his gaze and gasp. You throw yourself to take it before him but he’s quicker and you almost fell off the bed in your motion.

“The Pleasure Principle?” He reads out loud while you try to pick yourself up and your dignity.

“Give that back! It’s private!” What’s with the men of your life and your secrets holos?

Instead of putting it back, he observes the unholy cover and reads the summary. You’re mortified, trying to get it back but he keeps you away with one arm.

“So this is what you occupy your evenings with?” He asks with a little grin.

“It’s not serious literature! I was bored and had nothing else to read yesterday!” You lie, extending your arm to reach it. “Give it back…” You beg.

He considers you and the book gravely.

“No.” He decides, putting it under his arm. “It is a perfect occasion to study your tastes.”

“Wha- My tastes?!” You demand.

"I never go without a battle plan.”

“My tastes aren’t a battlefield!” You flush.

“No, indeed. They are delicate things that must be carefully considered and patiently studied, for the most amazing results.”

“My tastes don't concern you anyway!” You retorts.

“Yet.”

You cross your arms on your chest.

“You are full of yourself. I have the firm intention to remain fidel, so don’t take up a challenge you can’t manage!” You reply on a cocky tone

Thrawn seizes your chin, forcing you up on your knees and pressed against his warm body. He looks you in the eyes, your lips centimeters apart…

“And you, do not make promises you can not hold…” His voice is low, full of menaces.

And full of promises.

You gulp. The room goes silent and nothing can be heard outside of your rapid breath. His gaze slides down your lips that he caresses, mind-absently, before going back to your eyes.

He kisses your forehead again. You get a whiff of his musk.

“Please, come eat with me.”

He exits your room and you collapse on your mattress, bouncing. You breathe deeply to calm down your palpitating heart. You feel thirstiness spreading in your throat and goosebump across your skin. You hide your face in your hands. You squirm on the bed, agitating your limbs like an overexcited child.

You open the dressing, full of clothes Arzel chosed for you and pick a dress. You decide to mess up with Thrawn as retaliation, you can me both to play this childish game, and choose a light, flowing, almost transparent you-should-wears-something-underneath and short dress. Decency would surely have some things to say about it, but you don’t care: You feel sexy and on fire. You comb your hair and apply a dash of perfume and leave your room.

You swing your way, perched on your heels and make an entrance on the patio, you make them resonate all the way on the cobblestone, and you strike a pose, hands on your waist. He shoots you a quick glance and gets back at the holos. No reaction. Hmm, somehow you awaited this behavior, you’ll need to be more forward. You stretch, extending your legs in an appealing angle, puffing up your chest, raising your bosoms in the process and letting a titillating contented sigh.

“It’s still early but it’s already so hot…”

“In such light clothes?” He asks unbothered, without raising his eyes from his pages.

You pout. Okay. Headstrong, you see. Alright, you like a challenge. You come to the table and bend over, taking support on your elbows, your cleavage is put forward, you slide an arm under your chest to accentuate the sexy line.

“What do you have for me?” You ask in a sultry tone.

He raises his eyebrows and stares at the table.

“There is bread, brioche, salmon, tea, caff,... Stop contorting yourself and take a seat.”

You growl.

In a way or another you’ll make him bend the knee.

You sit and stare at him, plotting your next coup while spreading butter on your slice.

“Do you not know it is impolite to stare at people?” He asks.

“Do you not know it is impolite to read at the table?” You retort without missing a beat.

He sighs and puts your risqué holo down.

“Here.” He designates a pot on your side of the table. “Can you pass me the jam?”

You extend your hand and an idea flashes in your mind.

“But of course, Grand Admiral.” You respond with a sly smile.

Instead of giving him the pot in question you pull it towards you and spread the delicious jam on your slices. He looks at you in silence, raising an interrogative eyebrow at your grin.

It’s Thrawn, implied is not his forte, you have to be explicit.

You take your plate and walk around the table to him, his gaze follows you as you swing your hips and your heels clac. With a satisfied smile and looking straight into his eyes you sit on his lap, crossing your legs you lift your dress up, put the plate on your own lap and take a slice.

“What do you think you are doing?” He demands in an assured voice.

But his throat contracts.

He’s surprised.

You wrap your arm around his shoulder and caress the back of his head.

“I’m simply accessing your request, Grand Admiral Thrawn.” You put emphasis on his title and purr his name as you replace yourself on his lap.

You feel his leg muscles flex and contract. You snuggle against him with a grin, you approach the slice of his mouth. He frowns.

“We are not doing that.” He warns.

You pout, making puppy eyes.

“Really?” You ask with a honey voice. “Not even to please me?”

You stare at each other's eyes, supporting the gaze of the other. Him with his hard sight, you with your dovey eyes. Finally he sighs and leans forward to take a bite. Your smile widens.

“Good boy!” You coo.

He freezes, you take advantage of his surprise and take a fistful of his hair, pulling his head backward, you whisper in his ear.

“Are you a good boy in other areas too?” You lick the tip of his ear. “I bet you are. You must have learned to obey in the military…”

You feel his hand gripping your thigh, you give it a slap.

“Ah! No touch!” You warn.

His hands go back on the armchairs, he closes them in fists. He deeply inhale.

“You are playing a dangerous game, Lieutenant Commander (Y/l/n).”

You place your mouth to his ear.

“A good thing you will not do anything then…”

“What makes you think I will keep my word?”

You take a shocked expression.

“Because you’re such an honest and upright man, Grand Admiral!”

You approach the slice back to his lips, and at the moment he tries to take a bite you change its course and take one yourself. You moan of an exaggerated pleasure.

“Hmmmmmmmmm… This is so good.” You gasp. “Look! There is so much sugar on my lips, if only you could take it off…” You whine.

You pass your fingers on your lips to collect the jam off your lips. You moan, licking and sucking them clean, he doesn’t lose a crumb of your little spectacle and you hear him breathing deeply through his nose. Finally some reactions…

You giggle a bit, proud of yourself, you propose to him another bite. He takes it without making a fuss, tearing the brioche apart with his pearly white teeth. You got a good look at his canines and you imagine them on your throat, biting hard. You caress his neck as he eats, putting your head on his shoulder.

“Good boy.” You repeat. “I bet you’re as good to obey as you are to give orders, Grand Admiral…”

You start hearing something. You frown. Is it… You raise your head back in surprise to observe him, he’s eating the brioche with closed eyes, savoring the flavors and… purring?

You’re clearly hearing a purring sound. It comes from deep inside his rumbling chest and vibrates in his throat.

“You’re my good boy.” You murmur and kiss his cheek.

The purring sound intensifies.

So he likes praises, huh? You can roll with that.

He finishes the slice, but you have jam all over the hand now.

“Lick it clean.”

He takes your hand in his and licks it diligently, still purring. He puts each finger inside his mouth and sucks it clean with his warm wet tongue. He finishes and kisses the palm of your hand, clicking his tongue.

“(Y/n)?” He turns towards you, licking his teeth “Did I warn you there are security cameras everywhere in this mansion?”

You open your eyes wide and jump on your feet.

“What?!”

If Arzel sees that…

You hear a chuckle and look at Thrawn.

“You… Son of a bantha, I believed you!”

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A bit later you visit the kitchen and see Thrawn busy making sandwiches. You pry and slide behind his back, determined to make him jump.

“This is useless, I know you are behind me.” His eyes don't even leave the sandwiches.

You pout.

You press yourself against his back and blow in his neck. The hair of his nape rise and you see his throat contract.

“Are you sure?” You smile, laying your head against his back. You sigh, appreciating the warmth spreading through your cheek. You embrace him, snuggling against his tall form.

“So I can not touch you, but you are free to do whatever to me?” He asks in a conversational tone.

“I know where my limits are, I’m testing where you’re gonna put yours…”

He doesn’t answer, and lets you hug him. You look over his shoulder to see how he’s doing.

“What is it for?” You ask, curious.

“I am taking you to the mountains.”

You sit on the counter and pick one sandwich to bite into… and almost spit it out.

This is horrendous.

You put your hand in front of your mouth.

“Thrawn… What did you put in those?” You ask horrified.

He gives you the red pasty thing that he spreaded and the vegetables he cutted with a confused look.

“Thrawn, you mixed bitter fish paste with fruits and acidic vegetables…”

You swallow with difficulty. He looks at his sandwiches with a defeated look. How rare!

“I do not know any of those ingredients, I guided myself with scent.” He admits.

“Let me help you.” You jump off the counter.

You pass on an apron and go through everything you got in the kitchen.

“You could have helped yourself with the droïds.” You propose.

“I do not fully trust those machines yet.” He confesses.

“They have protocols and recipes in their brain, they won’t poison you. Your lack of cooking skill will!” You laugh.

You think he pouts, but can’t be sure. You select a bunch of fresh vegetables and give him another knife.

“Sharpen it. I will wash the vegetables.”

You thoroughly wash the purple and tangerine vegetables while listening to the sound of metal scraping against each other. Washed, you bring the large bowl on the counter and spread them evenly.

“Start slicing them up.”

You take the datapad and put on some music. You start bobbing your head to the beat, and put the datapad down next to your saucy holo. You feel your cheeks on fire.

“You’re really gonna read it?” you ask incredulously.

“Absolutely.” The tone doesn’t invite discussion.

You bite your inner cheek. You’re in a right mess. You go back to the cooking.

“At least your slicing game is impeccable.” You praise him.

“Thank you, I hope your cooking game is better than mine.”

You join in, swigging on your heels with the music. You nudge him to dance with you but he remains imperturbable at your great dam. At some point you sing along, using a wooden spoon as a mic, swaying your hips.

At one moment you're sweeping your feet when you slip with a cry of surprise. Thrawn catches you with expert hands and a grin. He leans over you.

“What an idea to wear heels when you do not know how to walk with them.”

“I didn’t choose them, Arzel buyed them for me.” You explain.

His smile disappears.

He helps you stand up and goes back to his sandwiches with a stern face. Congrats idiot, you spoiled the mood. You bite your lip, you should have punched him in the throat, maybe he would have looked less hurt? You go back to help him in an embarrassed silence, only disturbed by the music in the background.

Finally you finished sweet and salty sandwiches for your little escapade with your stomach in knots.

“I recommend you change your clothes. You will not go far in the mountains in that attire.” He says “recommendation” but it sounds more like an order to you.

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You had to comply and change clothes. You took something more practical for riding. After preparing a picnic basket, Thrawn drove you to a stable of lizardly creatures and you’re riding through the mountains. Pressed against Thrawn’s back, head on his shoulder, this reminds you of the exam, when he droved that bike with you behind.

You sigh, eyes closed, holding on to him, letting the movements of the lizard cradle you. With Thrawn as a heat source and this gentle rock you’re slowly falling asleep. Waking up this early doesn’t help either.

"We arrived." Thrawn announces.

You open your eyes to a grand lake with cliffs and waterfalls and a shingle beach. The sun is hitting hard and you drool at the idea of dipping into this lake. You get out of the lizard, stretching your numb limbs and rubbing your butt, it’s not the most comfortable. Thrawn jump from your ride with ease and agility, guiding it in the shadows of the blue pines. The creature yaps and rolls into the fresh grass with delectation.

You take out your imager to immortalize this scene, you smile.

“A lake? You know there was one at the domain?”

He comes next to you and guides you on the beach with his hand on your lower back.

“I refuse to play on your fiance’s ground. I choose my own battlefield.” He simply states.

“It’s not a battle…” You shake your head.

Men…

“Think again. We are at war with each other, because of you.”

You take an offended tone.

“Because of me?” You jeer.

“Yes. Because of you.” He insists, looking at the reflection of the lake. “A Governor and a Grand Admiral are at odds.”

You sneer.

“What does it have to do with anything? Your standings don’t count for me.” You sit down on the stones, grouching.

He sits next to you with a straight back.

“I think it matters to him. I do not know how far he will go for you. If he brings politics in the jist of things, I will stand on shaky ground.”

“You realize your status as Grand Admiral gives you political powers too?” You insinuate.

“How so?” He asks surprised.

Thrawn and politics, you forgot about that.

“Either way, you work on the assumption he’s aware of the situation, why do you think we are doing this behind his back?” As you say that you realize you’re not especially ashamed of yourself.

“I would not be so sure.” He tempers “He clearly suspects something. He invited me on the promises of mutual gains and possible political support, but I am convinced he lied.”

You observe Thrawn’s profile, eyes fixed on the moving waters.

“You analyzed his portrait?”

“I only got partial information because he was the subject and not the artist, but what I found pushes me to caution.”

You sigh, tired. When will this end?

“Well, maybe his-” He stops you by putting a finger on your lips, leaning toward you.

“Enough.” He lowly advises. “I did not bring you here to speak about him.” He caresses your lips with his thumb, pulling them slightly apart. “Come enjoy what nature has to offer?”

He tilts your head, holding your chin, his burning eyes straight into yours. You feel his breath on your lips.

“Okay…” You pant.

His gaze navigates to your mouth and he kisses the corner of your lips. You flush instantly. He stands up and takes off his clothes. You’re devouring him stripping down, appreciating the lines of his abs, the tensing up of his biceps, his broad chest and shoulders, whatever his age is he’s wonderfully well preserved and hunky. You lick your lips unconsciously. He strips down to his boxers and turns towards you with a light grin.

“You are going to come or you are just going to watch?” He offers.

You nod gulping, working your way on your blazer. He kneels before you and starts undoing with you, helping you slide it off your shoulder. As he lifts your shirt, his fingers graze your flank and ribs, goosebumps follow in their trail. His fingers snake their way and caress your bra and tummy as he goes down.

His hands are warm.

Your abdominals and south region contract at that simple touch, and you think he noticed, even if he doesn’t say a thing. He unbutton your pants and pull them off your waist and legs. You’re both in your underwear now. You gulp. You hope you appear confident and not like the emotional mess you are right now. You didn’t put on the most alluring underwears, rocking a more sporty style. You squirm under his gaze.

He gently pulls you on your feet and you walk to the water.

You dip one foot. It’s a bit cold, but offers a nice contrast to the warm air.

He advances more, still holding your hand and you’re soon immersed til the shoulders. You breathe deeply, trying to get used to the temperature. You swim, trying to heat up with Thrawn slowly crawling on his back next to you.

“It is beautiful.” You admit.

“I was starting to long for nature and its simple pleasures, instead of our city lifestyles.” He whispers, eyes closed, taking advantage of the moment.

You remember he spent several months alone on that planet before being rescued by Eli and the Empire. Did he ventured often in nature back home? You swim closer.

“You spent a lot of time in nature on your homeworld?” You inquire.

“Not as much as I would have liked. I was most often in space with my operative forces, but I took every chance I had to profit from nature and its treasures.”

“My parents used to drag me into hikes when I was younger. I wanted to stay at home and draw or read, but they forced me to follow them. Back then I hated it.” You giggle. “But now that I spent my time inside ships and that I live on Coruscant, I realize the chance I had to have a homeworld with its environment preserved.” You sigh. “What would I give to go back on a hike with them now…” You let yourself float next to him.

Silence takes place before he takes back the floor, a bit of hesitation or memory in the voice.

“I used to go on hikes with my brother.”

You look at him, eyes fixed on the sky like he would see his brother’s face appear. You guess he’s talking about the brother who died because of him, you can hear a lingering pain hiding in his words.

“I would like for you to speak to me about your brother, your family, how life was in your world…” You murmur, grasping his hand. “Not today, nor tomorrow… But one day. When you would feel ready. I want you to know you could tell me all of it…”

He squeezes your hand, caressing it with his thumb.

You remain like that for a moment, simply floating at the mercy of water’s currents in silence.

You shiver. You don’t get use to the water temperature.

He pulls you against him.

“My body temperature is higher than that of a human.” He justifies himself.

“Thank you.” You respond, shivering.

You snuggle against his warm body, you already feel better. You embrace him once more, laying your head on his wet shoulder. He holds you close, you put your hand on his chest, searching for his heartbeat, you feel it missing a beat as you touch him. You draw circles on his pec with the tip of your nail, you sigh.

If only time could stop.

You wanna stay like that forever.

His hand caresses your back, mind-absently.

It is low at first but you hear it and feel it. He’s purring. You’re going forward with your own caresses and slides your hand all the way to his abs, feeling the smooth and solid texture under your palm. The purr deepens. You wanna let your hand travel further, slip it in his boxer, kissing him and chuck everything in. Go with the flow. You chuckle at those childish and low desires. Nothing is that simple.

Lulled by this soft sound your mind starts to wander.

“You’re a cruel man…” You whisper.

He doesn’t answer but his hand stops its caress, signaling you you have his attention.

“I had a neat little life, a future all traced up, a successful future wedding… And you came and shaked everything. Now I’m not sure of anything…”

“You are far more cruel.”

You look at him, wonder in your eyes. His sight slide on you.

“You take your pleasure with me while giving me hope, but I have no certainty you are going to choose me.” He caresses your head. “Maybe you play me like a fool… And I can not read it in you.”

You lay back down your head on his chest.

“You’re right, I’m cruel…” You whisper.

Maybe you’re both in the wrong.

For now you just want to profit from the present moment.

You get out of the water and spray on the shingle to dry.

Away the lizard is peacefully sleeping.

Thrawn is looking for something in the bag, and takes out… your cheeky holo. You burst out laughing.

“Oh no! Don’t tell me you're actually gonna read it?”

“I am gonna do more than that. I am gonna read it to you.”

You squirm, chuckling.

You put your head on his chest and he grazes your tummy with his hand and starts reading. You have to refrain yourself from laughing at the situation. He starts his reading by a scene in a cafe. It's not too salacious, but it escalates quickly and you’re listening to him narrating the most dirty and naughty acts without any shame. His deep and melodious voice is actually perfect and you find yourself moaning and sighing at his descriptions. His hand caressing your tummy traveled south to your venus mount and strokes softly the tender flesh with delicacy. You entangle your legs, crossing and uncrossing them as it pleases your core, awakened by the reading and the gentle attentions of his hand. You don’t push it back, instead you grip his arm and hold on to it while he fondles you. Sometimes his hand comes across the hem of your panties and it slides under it, just a little, like a secret, never going too far, but definitely here. You lick your lips and deeply sigh, the sun rays warming you with Thrawn’s skin.

If only you could purr too.

You could purr in unisson. Together.

But for now you profit from the delicious reading that unfolds.

“You really have the most perfect voice for that…” You sigh.

“For salacious texts?” You hear the dry humor in his voice.

“For reading.” You correct. “But the naughtiness is definitively a plus. You could make a career off of it, people would go crazy.”

“I will try to think about it if ever the Emperor dismisses me.”

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You get back to the mansion hand in hand, in silence but you hear your own heart beat like a drum. You’re all worked up and bothered but soon will come the moment of the separation. You both linger at your door, you simper, fiddling with his hands. He delicately kisses your forehead and wishes you a good night, you close your door with a deep sigh. You lean against it holding your face between both hands, feeling the heat of your cheeks. You shake your head, giving you a countenance and go for a shower when you notice a message on your comlink.

You open it. And open your eyes wide.

Your cousin, your informant, is dead.

Why?

How?

You know the answer to those questions. The Pirates.

They must have realized they were being spied on, and feeling cornered, your cousin sent you those last pieces of information.

Your hands start trembling.

You knew you were bringing him into dangerous territory. But still.

This is so unfair.

You hold your comlink near your heart and a sob comes shaking you. Kneeling on your bed, sadness comes crashing down upon you.

You hear knocks.

“Enter…” You sob.

The door opens behind your back, steps come closer to your bed and strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against a warm body.

“What happened?” Thrawn softly ask.

You can’t respond, you just hand him your comlink. He scrolls with one hand, holding you with the other. You snuggle against him, searching for more warmth. He holds you close, caressing your back and kissing your forehead. You both lay down in your bed in silence only interrupted by your sobs. You grasp his clothes, digging your nails into the fabric, wetting his shirt with your tears.

You have to put an end to this matter.

For him.

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He looks at you.

You’re sleeping.

He caresses your temple, looks at your head moving up and down as he breathes.

If only this day could never end…

But he soon will need to burst the bubble, and you might hate him for it.

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Day 10 - Sharpuary (Breakfast)

Who doesn't love a side of peach with their pancakes? 👀

TW - suggestive dialogue and swearing immediately. (MC is aged up to 19, and it's set in modern day... purely for one reference).

Bang! Smash! “Fuck!”

You shoot up abruptly in bed as the commotion wakes you from your deep slumber. The vacant spot beside you quickly explains who caused the noise coming from the kitchen, easing you up slightly. After a loud exhale and a quick roll of your eyes, you lie back down to stare at the ceiling.

‘What a disaster,’ you think to yourself before covering your face with your hands in desperation.

This trip was supposed to be a break for the two of you; a chance to get away from Hogwarts and your studies, to finally enjoy some alone time, but yesterday was an absolute disaster…

The previous late-night study session proved to be a mistake as you slept through your alarm, meaning you failed to meet Aesop at your agreed time. This put him in a sour mood from the start.

You felt so guilty when you found him standing in the rain, clutching onto a handful of flowers he’d clearly picked on the way there. It didn’t matter how much you apologised, or the excuses you gave him, the pain his leg was causing him from having to stand and wait for you was too much to feel even a hint of sympathy towards you.

From that point on, it just got worse. The cottage he had arranged for the two of you, was nothing like the description and was offensively cold, which did nothing for his already painful leg.

After an awkward hour or so of unpacking and settling in, he was adamant that he’d cook dinner for you, despite struggling to even stand. You tried to help him, tried to look out for him and tell him to rest up but that just added fuel to an already very heated fire.

You must have argued for hours.

You hated going to bed angry with anyone, especially this early into an already controversial relationship. But here you were, waking up from the worst night's sleep you’ve ever had, having not spoken a word to Aesop since yesterday.

The bedroom door slowly opens pulling your attention away from the ceiling. Aesop hesitantly walks in holding a tray filled with two plates of pancakes and a large china tea set. He offers you a warm smile as you sit up in the bed, which you quickly return.

“Morning dear. I thought we deserved some breakfast in bed today.” He places the tray across your lap before opening the curtain beside him to let in some light. You look over Aesop's figure as your eyes adjust to the light, admiring his big arms and wide shoulders and admiring every freckle and scar exposed outside the apron which covered the majority of him.

You quickly shoot him a confused look. “Where’s your shirt?” You question him, letting out a laugh as he sits on the bed next to you.

He chuckles softly, ignoring your question to point at the writing on his stained apron. You let out a hearty laugh as you see ‘Kiss the Chef’ sprawled over the apron in comic sans.

Once you compose yourself, you lean in and softly kiss Aesop, lingering in his space for an extended moment. He rests his hand on your cheek, holding you in his space for even longer.

“I’m sorry for yesterday. This trip shouldn’t have started out as miserably as it did,” he said softly, looking empathetically into your eyes.

You looked down into your lap as the guilt bubbled up inside you again. “It’s my fault, Professor. I should be the one apologising, not you. If I was on time your leg wouldn’t have hurt half as much and then we would have avoided that whole mess.”

Aesop held your chin, moving your face to look at him. “What have I told you about calling me Professor when we’re alone? It’s Aesop, ok?”

You smile at him, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Sorry, Aesop.”

He returned your smile but quickly turned serious. “I was frustrated yesterday. Having stood around for over half an hour waiting for you, really took a toll on my leg and it only got worse as the day went on. It was a completely avoidable situation and that’s why I was so frustrated by the end of the night.”

You look back down into your lap, hating how disappointed he was in you. Aesop quickly pulls your face back up to look at him.

“Hey, let me finish. There are days when I wake up and my leg is completely unusable, it’s not that I’ve pushed myself too far or done something to aggravate it… it just happens over seemingly nothing.”

It was Aesop's turn to avoid your gaze by looking off into the distance. “Avoiding situations like yesterday will help keep those days to a minimum but it won’t stop them completely. We won’t always be able to avoid that mess as you called it, because that mess is my life.”

Your heart breaks as Aesop speaks and you lean closer to him, being careful not to tip the tray over which still sits on your lap. You place your hands on his cheeks to hold his face. “That’s not what I meant, Aesop.”

He looks back at your face. “I want to be better. I need to be better… for you. My leg might not improve but the way I deal with it can.” He takes your hands from his face and holds them tight. “I never want to be the reason you’re upset and I promise I never will be again.”

You wanted to tell him right there how much you loved him, but it was far too soon for that. Instead, you leaned in once more and placed a soft passionate kiss on his lips.

“We can both be better,” you begin. “We’re a team now, right? I’ll help you if you help me.”

Aesop smiles at you, giving your hands another gentle squeeze. “Right, enough of that, I’m starving,” he announces “Let me go and grab the syrup.”

Aesop stands up and very casually turns around to head for the door. He quickly reveals that his humorous apron is, in fact, the only item of clothing he chose to wear this morning. Your eyebrows shoot up and your mouth gapes as your eyes fixate on his peachy backside.

He looks back at you with a wide cheeky grin.

“If you hurry up and get that juicy butt back here soon, I’ll do more than just kiss the chef,” you call out, causing Aesop to practically run out of the bedroom and into the kitchen as you let out a hearty laugh.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53448181/chapters/135725101

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unclewaynemunson · 2 years

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Hey , brightside anon! Absolutely adore the fic!! Thank you so much! And I should have said it the first time around, but if the offer for an ending is still extended, steddie please!

Here you go!

(Read pt1 here)

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Jealousy got Eddie sick in his stomach when he arrived at Steve's house. He knew he only had himself to thank for this; wasn't he the one who hadn't shut up to Steve about how much Nancy Wheeler loved him? Wasn't he the one who told him that he shouldn't give up on her? And now here he was, standing on his lawn with a container of pumpkin soup in his hands, and his heart was shattering in his chest, because Steve and Nancy were clearly visible through the bedroom window, naked from the waist up except for Nancy's bra, laughing their asses of together.

Steve showed up to his trailer unannounced the next day. Eddie almost groaned when he opened the door to meet those goddamn soft brown eyes of his; he needed more time to get over what he had seen the night before.

'I guess i should congratulate you, Harrington,' he managed to say.

Steve gave him a confused look. 'With what?'

'Came to your house yesterday. My uncle got like five pumpkins from the neighbors, he figured you'd like some soup so he made me his delivery boy. So, um, i saw you. With Wheeler. Guess it worked out for you, after all.'

Steve's eyes went wide. 'No, not exactly what happened,' he said.

'No need to lie to me, man,' Eddie replied, annoyed. 'I'm happy for you.'

'No, I'm serious,' Steve persisted. 'I mean, we tried to get it on, but it didn't really work. It wasn't what it used to be. So we decided we're better off as friends now.'

'Really?' Eddie wasn't sure if he should even believe this, and he definitely wasn't sure how it was making him feel. He had been hoping that Steve being with Nancy would make it easier for him to forget the guy. He might have been jealous, but at least it would be clear.

'Yeah,' Steve said. 'I think I found someone who may be a little bit better for me. The only problem is that -' He stopped to clear his throat, suddenly avoiding Eddie's gaze, '-that this person was rooting for me and Nance.'

Eddie swallowed. So he had been jealous of the wrong girl; he knew that Robin had been just as invested into getting Steve and Nancy to reconnect. He didn't know why it even surprised him. It made sense, didn't it? The two of them were attached to the hip, of course he shouldn't have believed a word of that "Platonic with a capital P" bullshit. And they'd make a cute couple, he supposed. Steve still deserved to be happy, didn't he?

'What if she was pushing you towards Nancy because she didn't think she'd have a chance with you anyway, and was trying to protect herself?' Eddie said.

Steve stared at him for a couple of seconds. 'Who?' he then asked.

Eddie frowned at him. 'Your girl, of course.'

'What girl?'

The question left Eddie wondering how much brain damage Steve had been collecting over years of fighting bad guys. 'The girl you're into. The one who was rooting for you and Nancy,' he said, slowly.

Steve opened his mouth, then closed it, and finally opened it again to say: 'It's not a girl.'

'Wait, what?'

'Surprise,' Steve said weakly. He took a step closer towards Eddie. 'So... Do you really think that he was only rooting for me and Nance to protect himself, because he didn't think he had a chance?'

Eddie couldn't quite believe what was happening. 'I'm pretty sure of it,' he answered, hesitating. He noticed how Steve's eyes flashed downwards, to his lips. 'He doesn't have the best gaydar, apparently, cause he was convinced you were straight. And he can be a little bit dense sometimes, because he's still not sure if he's reading this right.'

Steve took another step closer; their chests were almost colliding now. 'I think he is.'

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #ficlet #i hope you like it anon :)#and again thank you so much for this lovely idea!#fruity ficlet

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heartlandians · 4 months

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Christmas in August, part 5/5

Newlyweds Shane and Chloe have just added a new extension to the Bartlett-Fleming-Morris family, but when it seems like the couple won't be able to make it "home for the holidays", Tim comes up with an idea to make their first extended family Christmas happen.

Characters: Shane, Chloe, Tim, Miranda, Jack, Lisa, Amy, Lyndy, Lou, Katie, Nathan, Paul.

A/N: Sets around the time of the season 17 finale.

Thanks for reading and Happy Holidays!

****

Suddenly, it was as if Miranda remembered how to breathe as she let out a long sigh. Tim looked at her funny. Shane on the other hand was confused.

The emotions were all over the place.

"Oh, thank god, you're here", Miranda said, feeling relieved and mentally exhausted for trying to keep this secret from Shane, "I couldn't come up with another lie."

Shane kept glancing back at them, going from Tim to Miranda and then back to Tim again. "What the heck's going on?"

Clearly this had something to do with their little scheming, but what exactly was the plan, Shane wondered.

"Come. Have a look who I have here with me", Tim said, gesturing Shane to join him.

Shane put the brush aside, not knowing whether he should be angry at his parents or not, but at least he had to see who Tim had with him before he could fully make up his mind.

They went to the trailer, and Tim opened the back of it. Miranda trailed Shane, looking guilty, but also somewhat hopeful that this had all been worth it.

It didn't take Tim long to unload the horse that was inside, and Shane immediately recognized him.

"Pal...?" he said with disbelief. "But... I thought he was no longer around..." Shane continued, walking closer to his old horse and giving Tim a confused look.

"Well, he is still mine on paper, but a buddy of mine is leasing him for ranching purposes. Pal's great at cattle work, so I always thought it was best for him to do what he's great at. He may no longer be at Heartland, but... he's still around", Tim shared, looking at his son admiring the horse that had made him a cowboy.

"I can't believe this..." Shane mumbled, shaking his head.

Chloe would love this...

"And if your visits here will be more frequent now, maybe he'll be around a lot more", Tim added, hoping that Shane would be able to pick up his hint of him wanting his son around more.

Shane gently caressed the horse's cheeks and it looked like the horse was curious about him, but didn't necessarily recognize him right away.

"So... wait -- mom knew...?" Shane rewound everything, checking the facts in order to finally solve this case.

"Yeah, she was in on it", Tim confirmed. "I mean, I wanted to make your last day here special and when I heard you mention Pal's name yesterday, I just knew I had to go and get him for our last trail ride."

Shane was at a loss of words.

He felt so many emotions all at once; frustration and happiness were the ones on top for him right now, but he chose to focus on this grand gesture and the gratefulness it brought with it.

It really made it clear Tim was listening to what he was saying.

"It's not that I'm not happy to see Pal, but..." Shane began after a while, "I just thought something else was going on. And I already got so mad at mom and--"

"Oh, it's fine - I'm used to it", Miranda said, smiling and waving her hand. "I'm just glad you were able to reunite with Pal again."

Shane didn't like the way she said it. He didn't like that his mom was "used to it". Used to it coming from him?

Was there room for improvement...?

"So... should we get ready for the trail ride before it gets dark?" Tim asked. "Maybe your mom and Paul should join too?" he suggested.

"Oh, I don't know", Miranda shook her head. "Paul's never ridden a horse and it's been a while since my last ride too. So, you three just go, we'll catch up with you later."

Tim nodded. He didn't want to to exclude Miranda - or Paul - from this family event, seeing they were family. And besides, these days they got along just fine.

"Okay, if you're sure", Tim checked.

"Yeah. Oh, and..." she remembered and dug out keys from her summer dress's pocket. "Here are your car keys. I'm sorry, I just... I had to keep you here as per your dad's request."

"I'm sorry too", Shane had to say. "I feel bad for getting so upset."

"Well, you only reacted accordingly to whatever thing I was trying to spin at you", Miranda assured, smiling a little bit. "I don't take it personally."

Shane now knew that Miranda had been lying in order to keep Tim's surprise, but there were still some things he wasn't sure had been lies.

But maybe time for that conversation was not now.

"I love you", Shane said and came to give Miranda a hug.

Miranda was surprised by the reaction, after everything that had happened, but embraced it quickly. It wasn't often something like this happened.

To Tim's eyes, he didn't really see anything strange going on between them, as he had missed out what had happened while he had been gone, so he was just happy to see his son and Miranda hugging like this.

"I love you too", Miranda said, giving Shane's cheek a quick peck. "Now, off you go."

There was some type of melancholy tone in her voice.

Even though Miranda was talking about the trail ride, her explanation earlier about having hard time letting him go in order for Shane to be an adult was still lingering at the back of his mind and it made him think maybe the words had a double meaning.

"Come on, Pal", Shane said then, taking the lead from Tim. "I have someone I'd like you to meet..."

****

The next couple of hours were spent exploring the 600 acres of land that Jack Bartlett owned. Tim made sure to keep the pace steady for Chloe's sake as she was still new to riding.

Even though the scenery was the biggest hit for both Chloe and Shane, the moments of meetings with the wildlife during the ride was exotic for them too. All the animals kept their distance, thankfully, so the newlyweds didn't have to go through another dramatic event on top of everything else they had already endured.

"As much as I love all this, we should probably head back to the cabins and start packing", Shane said when it was starting to get late.

Tim, leading the ride with one of the Dude Ranch horses, glanced over his shoulder.

"Of course", he said. "There's just one more thing I want to show you."

They rode along the trail and for Shane, it was starting to look like they were heading to the wrong direction, further away from the cabins.

"Dad, are we sure we have time for this?" Shane checked.

"We're almost there", Tim assured him.

When they rode pass the trees, they suddenly found themselves out of the woods. It took Chloe a second to recognize the place because she had never seen it from this direction.

"Wait, we're at Heartland...?" she checked from Shane, wondering if that had been intentional.

Shane - who was the last rider - knew that for sure, but didn't understand what they were doing here. "Dad...?"

Tim said nothing, but steered them to the front of the house.

As they were turning the last corner, they could all hear an ominous, slowed down version of some Christmas song. It added a creepy layer to the confusion both Chloe and Shane were feeling.

It took them a while to realize there was an inflated snowman next to the porch and the music was coming from inside of him. The snowman looked like he had seen better days as Chloe spotted some tape on his side, like he had had a tear and someone had tried to nurse him back to health.

"Didn't realize it was Halloween just yet..." Chloe chuckled a little.

The snowman seemed so out of place with no snow around.

"Dad, what's going on?" Shane repeated his inquire.

It seemed like getting Pal wasn't the only thing Tim had planned for them.

When the old cowboy unmounted his horse, he looked at the couple. Because Tim seemed calm, Shane wanted to let down his guard too.

"Come on, let's get inside", Tim said, doing something with his horse's girth that Chloe wasn't able to see. "I have something else to show you."

Chloe looked at Shane, wanting to follow his cue. When he got down from the saddle, she looked around.

"What do we do with the horses?" Chloe asked, then getting down too. "Do we just leave them... here...?"

"I guess", Shane figured, since Tim was doing it now too. "Here, I'll show you", he said, then demonstrating Chloe how to tie the horses to the pole of the fence in front of the house safely.

Tim waited them at the gate and when they approached him, he then lead them inside. He didn't say anything, but looked mischievous.

The evening had just started to get dim enough for them to see that inside there was a cozy looking light. When Tim opened the screen door for them, Shane and Chloe were met with familiar smells, but somehow - just like the snowman standing by the porch - they seemed... out of place as well.

They didn't seem like they belonged to August.

Stepping inside the ranch house, with a guarded feeling, Shane went in first with Chloe coming behind him. As Tim stepped in and made the mudroom space smaller, it urged Shane to step in further.

As soon as he walked pass the frame of the mudroom and entered the kitchen, Shane saw twinkling lights in the living room and the whole family gathered together in festive clothes.

Katie was even wearing a playful reindeer antlers on her head that you could usually see on children during Christmas.

The place looked like something out of a Hallmark movie. There were holiday decorations everywhere, candles were lit in the middle of the dinner table and then... there was even a Christmas tree in the corner.

"What---" was all Shane could let out before the whole family welcomed them in in unison.

"Merry Christmas!"

Chloe stepped behind Shane and looked around. She gasped a little. "Oh my gosh... What is this?!"

Tim walked next to them, looking pleased with himself. "Well, you said you couldn't make it here for Christmas and so... we decided to celebrate Christmas now", he explained, shrugging a little bit, like it was not surprising or even a big of a deal.

Jessica walked over, shaking her head when she saw Shane and Chloe's faces. "This was all Tim's idea. We just helped."

Shane laughed, completely taken by this surprise as he walked closer and looked around. "You made all this happen in a day...?" he couldn't believe it.

"Hey, you saw that we could pull together a pretty nice wedding, why are you so surprised we couldn't pull together a Christmas celebration too?" Lou asked, acting hurt, but was actually just pleased how they had all been able to make these two events happen for Shane, hopefully proving him that they wanted to keep the momentum going.

"This is amazing!" Chloe said, pressing her hands against the lower part of her face. Her eyes were glistening with tears. "And so beautiful!" she sighed.

When she finally was able to look at something else besides the decorations and the tree, she noticed Miranda and Paul had joined the family too.

Chloe nudged Shane and after she had been able to get his attention, she nodded toward her new in-laws.

Shane was just blown away by all this effort and how everyone had been able to keep it a secret. It was all starting to make sense to him again - why Miranda had wanted to keep him away from Heartland.

Even though he didn't like secrets, maybe he could forgive this to his mom and dad - just this once.

****

After dinner, the whole family was sat around in the living room and even Lyndy was feeling well enough so she could join them for the part where Jessica was handing the newlyweds their Christmas gift.

"I hope you like it", she said as she gave Shane and Chloe the present. "I couldn't find any appropriate wrapping, but... hopefully you don't mind", Jessica commented the plain looking exterior.

"Not at all", Chloe assured. "Let's see..."

The couple was sat on the couch, and Chloe handed Shane her drink so she could open the present. Carefully, she discovered a photo album under the wrapping.

"Oh my, look at this", she sighed adoringly and slid her hand across the leathery surface.

Everyone looked at her and the gift curiously as she flipped open the first page.

"Oh, look it's our names and the wedding date", Chloe showed Shane. "You have beautiful handwriting, Jessica", she glanced at her quickly.

"Aw, thank you", Jessica said, smiling from under Tim's arm as they were standing around the living room. "You're so kind."

Chloe then proceeded to flip open another page, presenting a picture from the preparation for the wedding with Lou and Amy helping with her hair and dress.

"Oh, wow", Shane commented immediately.

"Oh my gosh", Chloe sighed. "This is beautiful..."

Everyone looked proudly at Jessica as she had been able to wow the bride with her picture.

"It's so nice to see this moment too as I wasn't there for that", Shane commented, after looking at the pictures with curiosity and admiration. He loved seeing her sisters help her wife out during such a pivotal moment.

It almost made him choke up, in fact. To think the journey they had had and how his family had all embraced this woman he loved so much.

Flipping over pages, Chloe presented Shane new pictures, starting from moments leading up the wedding, then to the ceremony and some were even from the after party.

With each moment captured, they could really appreciate all the effort that had gone over to arranging their wedding and the love their now-united families shared with one another.

"This is truly amazing, Jessica", Shane said when they closed the last page. "We'll cherish it forever", he promised.

It made Jessica happy as she had not really known how to find her place in this new setting, but at least she had been able to help them capture one of the happiest days of their lives.

Jessica pressed a hand over her heart, gesturing she would cherish Shane's comment in return.

"And all of this..." Shane then said, looking around the room as people were standing around or sitting down. "I just..." he began, but then felt a lump in his throat while the tears started forming in his eyes.

"Oh, honey..." Chloe said, gently caressing his husband's back.

"Sorry, I just..." Shane said, clearing his throat, "coming back here hasn't been easy. There were good memories, but also some bad that I had to face. And while it has been the perfect setting for our wedding, and you've all been so welcoming, it has taken me time to really believe that things have changed and we have all changed."

Lou glanced at Amy who was holding Lyndy on her lap and they changed a meaningful look. While their relationship with their brother was still budding in a new way, they were now completely committed to keeping in touch and really maintaining that relationship.

Shane's speech continued.

"And we will continue to change even from now on. But... while that was scary in the past and it's almost been something that has torn us apart... Change is also needed for us to grow into something even better. And while Chloe and I are off to have this new adventure together", he continued, then looking at his wife lovingly, "I will never, ever be that far from you anymore, because this time together has truly shown me that... dreams do come true."

Lisa glanced at Jack next to her, pursing her lips together in the form of an emotional smile. Jack smiled back and kissed his wife's temple softly.

"I mean, I was this lonely kid back in the day. I dreamed about having this cool dad", Shane chuckled a little bit and then directed his eyes at Tim who looked back at him, "and while we had a rocky start, yesterday I had him by my side as my best man. And he's actually way cooler than I could have ever imagined."

Tim smiled, moved by his son's words.

He would have never thought they would be here now, like this.

"And not only have I gotten to know my dad, but I have sisters too", Shane continued, now looking at Amy and Lou. "And that's been something I never knew I wanted, but... after getting to know you two, I feel privileged to get to call you my sisters, because you're both amazing people and I've learned so much from both of you."

"We love you", Lou whispered, blowing him a kiss across the room.

Amy nodded along, agreeing.

"And then... there was more", Shane went on, looking around. "Jack. Lisa. Jessica. Katie. Lyndy. You're my family too. It's just been more than I ever could have wished. And I just feel so lucky to be able to call you my family, but also introduce you to Chloe, my wife."

Chloe looked back at him, and they shared a quick kiss in front of the family. The room was filled with cooing.

"But... none of this would have been possible if it wasn't for my mom", Shane said, then looking at Miranda, not wanting to forget her. "For the longest time, it was just the two of us", he echoed the words Miranda had said earlier.

He still wasn't sure if his mom had pulled that up from thin air in order to buy more time before Tim's arrival, but something told him that that had actually been honest.

For once, Miranda had had no tells.

Miranda looked surprised by this type of attention, but listened attentively.

"I understand now that it probably wasn't very easy for her most of the time, and I may never come to understand everything or the choices she's had to make, but I know one thing; my mom has always loved me. And she will always love me. It doesn't matter where I go; whether I run off to Heartland", he said, making some of the family members laugh at that memory, "or go off to study law. Or maybe start a family of my own."

Wiping the corners of her eyes, Miranda listened. Paul gave her a gentle squeeze from the side.

"So I'm really thankful for everything - and everyone. Without you guys, I wouldn't be here", Shane said, looking around again. "And I have to say that I will remember this Christmas for the rest of my life. Not only because it happened in August, but also because for the first time in my life I have my whole family here, together. Couldn't be any better than that."

"I'll cheers to that!" Jack said, raising his glass.

"Cheers!" everyone joined him and raised their glasses.

****

The next morning, Tim was helping Shane and Chloe get their car packed. It was time for them to say goodbye - for now.

"I still can't believe you went and found Pal", Shane said when they got the last of the suitcases inside the trunk.

"Of course. I wanted this Christmas to be special", Tim said, closing the trunk when Shane had moved out of the way.

"Well, it definitely was", Shane assured with a grin. "And hey, just because we spent this year's Christmas here, the plans for next year are still on, right...?"

Tim smiled, as he loved to hear that. "Absolutely. I know New York's great during Christmas, but you really gotta experience true Heartland Christmas to really know what you're actually missing out."

Shane laughed. "I mean, I already got a taste yesterday, so I can't wait to see what the actual thing will be then..."

Tim pulled Shane into a hug from his neck and squeezed him tightly.

"Have a good time in Banff - and in China. I'm gonna miss you, kiddo."

"I will", Shane said. "I'll miss you too, dad."

They lingered a little bit longer, then getting interrupted by Chloe closing the cabin door behind her and walking at the porch toward them.

"All locked up now", she said, then coming to hand Tim the key.

"Thanks", Tim said, taking it and spreading his arms, signaling to Chloe he was going in for a hug.

"Thanks... dad", Chloe said, then feeling Tim twitch. She leaned back and looked at him. "Can I call you "dad"...?"

"Uh..." Tim grimaced as he had never been a fan of that coming from Ty - but then again, maybe it was time to give it a new try. After all, he was a more improved version of Tim now. "Sure. If that's what you want."

"Okay", Chloe said, smiling. "I'll text my parents that we're on our way to Banff", she then let Shane know.

Miranda and Paul walked over to say their goodbyes to the couple too, and Tim watched as they embraced before going off to separate ways.

He never would have guessed that back in the day, this very spot where Miranda had dumped him, he would be watching all of this happen, feeling happy about the way things had turned out to be.

It might be August, Tim thought, but this really feels like a Christmas miracle.

#heartland #fanfiction #christmas in august

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naavispider · 11 months

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Yesterday I reblogged some artwork that I believed (and was stated) had been inspired by Caught. It later came to my attention that the image on Tumblr that I reblogged was not the original version of that post. An earlier version had been posted the day before on Twitter, showing the exact same image but extended below the waistline. It was an extremely inappropriate image and made me sick.

Because of the time stamps, it is clear to me that this person flat out lied abut the art being dedicated to Caught, and also lied about the fact that someone on Twitter 'stole' and traced over their artwork. I like to see the good in everyone, so that was my first assumption too. But no, the NSFW was posted first. Then the art was cropped and clothes put onto to Spider, making it seem like it is now a scene from my fic. All presumably because they weren't getting enough clout for their time.

I have blocked this person, under the belief that they created NSFW artwork of Spider x Quaritch, and then preceded to lie about it afterwards, even going so far as to make another Twitter account to 'condemn' the first.

If I have got this totally wrong (which I don't think I have), then I apologise and will of course unblock the artist. However, I am very doubtful that I will be provided proof of this. If others know who I am talking about, then I am respectfully urging them to block as well.

The purpose of this post is to call out that blog, and to make people aware of their dishonesty. I cannot control what other people do on the internet, but I won't have it in my little space.

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guiraguira · 11 months

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Dice the stray cat!✨

He only Dice by being Dice.

Warnings: just some food and shelter for Dice

Dice stray cat x reader!

° "Again?" It was already the fifth day that he did this, you couldn't keep taking care of him. Sitting on the floor in front of the front door of your house, he was sobbing low because he thought you didn't want to let him in. "Please please, today will be the last time of the week" Clasping his hands in supplication, he crawls in your direction.

° "Come on, remember to take a shower too" you say as you push the door and let him in first. He's been at your house so often that he already knows all your rules. He takes off his shoes at the entrance and runs to the sector where he was sleeping earlier.

° a blanket, a pillow and a change of clothes are on the couch in your living room. "Ahhhh, home sweet home!" He exclaims reaching over the mess. Despite being far away in the kitchen, you shake your head when you hear it. If he continues to stay like this you might seriously consider charging him rent, even though at this point he's closer to being a pet than a guest.

° You prepare dinner and table, waiting for him to come out of bathing. "Ready" he comes running with a towel on his head and his wet hair, giving you a big smile. There's something weird here, he can't have showered that fast.

° You smell his hair and yes, it's clean but his clothes are the same. "Hey! You didn't take a shower, you just cleaned your head! Go to the shower now!" You point in the direction of the bathroom while his smile fades "but yesterday I took a bath and before yesterday too and the day before that too!" He makes the gesture with his fingers indicating how many days he was bathing waiting for you to let him pass this one.

°"well, without a shower there is no dinner" you take his plate off the table, the complaints automatically begin "you can go to sleep, good night" you open the pot and act as if you were really about to eat. You really just want him to be scared enough.

°"Wait, wait!" He hugs you tightly "I promise to take a bath after eating" he looks into your eyes, blinking very often hoping you will fall into his gaze. Since you can't defend yourself very well, you close your eyes and start counting to 10, he panicked, he runs to the bathroom and slams the door hard.

° Some time later he comes out properly bathed and he extend a towel for you to dry his hair while he makes little noises of happiness, something that has become a habit. he loves the feeling of your hands and how despite being so strict you are very soft with him.

° Sitting at the table when you let him, he waits patiently with cutlery in hand and a smile. The first portion barely lasts a few minutes on his plate, praising your food, he asks for a second and third portion.

° "the last one" you say when you give it to him. Since he comes here you deliberately cook extra portions. Seeing how much he enjoys your food is a treat in itself and he is slowly gaining a place in your heart.

° With his stomach full, he helps you clean the table and order the kitchen. Once this is done, he runs to his makeshift bed, pulling the blanket over him and waiting for you to kiss him goodnight.

° His eyes attentive to you, they light up when you sit next to him on the couch and brush his hair. Smile bringing his head closer so that you continue with the pampering. He covertly begins to wrap his body around you and you have no choice but to follow. His head goes to your lap for more comfort and there he stays.

° "I have to go to sleep" he whines when you move. "Sleep here with me" but you don't even contradict him. kissing from him on the forehead and wishing him good night, you enter your room, ignoring his complaints.

° In the middle of the night, he bursts into your bedroom wrapped in the blanket claiming that he is cold, asking if he can sleep here. You sigh angrily, if you deny him, he will wait for you to fall asleep and he will also lie down at the foot of the bed.

°You give him one last angry look, hoping to scare him off but he gives you a look of abandon that you can hardly compete with. Giving up you allow him to rise

° Without wasting a second he jumps into your arms and settles down to be the little spoon, wishing you good night with a kiss on the forehead that takes you off guard, but he doesn't give it much importance. He only wants to be close to you.

………….

° The next night he is not waiting for you at the door. Instead, there's a small package signed in his name and addressed to you. Inside is a bracelet so pretty you doubt he would have chosen it. The night after that he didn't show up at your house either but instead there was another gift at the door

°Is it supposed to be like this now? Leaving offerings at your door? You were about to destroy his place on the couch, but on the third day he was already in front of your house asking for asylum. It seems this alley cat really likes you.

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic x reader #hypmic #hypmic imagines #hypmic headcanons #hypnosis mic x reader #dice arisugawa #dice x reader #fling posse #fling posse x reader #hypmic dice #dice arisugawa x reader

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newloverofbeauty · 1 year

Quote

Pablo Neruda

Ode to the first day of the year

We identify it

as if

it were

a wooden horse

different from

all horses.

We adorn

its forehead

with a ribbon,

we hang

on its neck colourful rattles,

and at midnight

we get ready to receive it

as if it were

an explorer descending from a star

The way bread resembles

yesterday’s bread, a

ring all rings:

the days

blink

clearly, jingling, fleetingly,

and lie down in the dark night

I see the last

day

of this

year on a train, toward the rains

of a distant purple archipelago,

and the man

on the machine,

complicated like a clock from heaven,

lowering his eyes

to the infinite

ruler of the rails,

to the shining handles,

to the nimble bonds of fire

Of conductor of trains

accelerating

toward the black

stations of the night,

this end§ of the year,

without wife or children,

is it not the same for the one gone, the one coming?

From the roads

and workshops,

the first day, the first dawn

of the starting year,

has the same rusty

colour as the iron train:

and people along the way

greet it,

cows, villages,

the vapour of the first light of day,

without knowing

it is

the year’s door,

a day

heralded

by bells,

adorned with plumes and carnations.

The earth

does not

know it:

it will receive

that golden

day, gray, heavenly,

it will extend it over hills, it will wet it with

arrows

of translucent

rain,

and then

it will curl it

in a tube,

will store it

in the shadows.

It is thus, but

a small

door of hope,

new year’s day,

although you are

like bread

we will live you,

we will eat you, flower you,

wait for you.

We will place you

like a cake

in our lives,

we will light you

like candelabra.

New

Year’s

Day,

electric day, fresh, a

ll the leaves

emerge green

from the trunk of time

Crown us

with

water,

with all the aromas

deployed,

yes,

even though

you’re

only

a day,

a poor

human day,

your halo

beats

over so many

tired

hearts,

and you are,

oh new day,

oh forthcoming cloud,

bread unseen before

permanent

tower!

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nani-nonny · 10 months

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Because ao3 is still down and I’m barely surviving as is by reading my fics from my files, I thought I’d share about 1.5k words of the beginning of Distorted Mirror. It’ll be a oneshot that switches between Leo’s and F!Leo’s POVs with Leo’s POV being the opening. (You might recognize some bits from the snippets I already shared before! And hopefully this doesn’t spoil too much since it’s still incomplete and barely at 10k words…) Enjoy!

Leo

“So… why are we here in this leadership training for Leo?” Donnie asks as he hovers over Raph’s shoulder and never looks away from his phone.

Mikey is swinging from Donnie’s battle shell with his kusari-fundo, kicking his feet back and forth to keep momentum. “Yeah, Raph! I thought this was a leader mission!”

Raph jumps and clears the gap with ease, rolling to his feet onto a nearby building. He glances over his shoulder as he runs across the rooftop with Mikey and Donnie following close behind, “Come on guys! You’re part of Leo’s leadership training! He needs to lead the team but it’s not a team without you guys here too.”

Donnie groans and lets his arms fall limp as he hovers over to Raph’s shoulder, collapsing across the snapper’s shoulders. Mikey had unraveled his chains from Donnie’s battle shell and shifted to traversing the buildings like SpiderMan, swinging from his chains from one high-rise to the next.

“Raphaello, you cuddly teddy-bear, you fail to realize I, as the one with all the intellect in the family, need to go back home and finish my latest project,” Donnie shares as he dramatically rests the back of his hand on his forehead with a sigh.

“Donnie, I know you bought a new game yesterday,” Raph counters in a tired tone.

Donnie flips over to press an accused hand on his plastron, head cocked back in disbelief, “Dramatic gasp! You know how much my tech means to me, Raph, why would I dare lie to you?”

“It’s okay, Donnie, I finished it yesterday! Thanks for caring,” Mikey chirps happily as he releases his chain to launch himself high into the air, his silhouette hovering before the moon for a second like time itself had frozen to admire the box turtle.

“You played my game before I got the chance?” Donnie’s voice questioned in a shrill tone as his eyelid twitches in annoyance. He watches as Mikey falls into Raph’s waiting arms, smiling happily at him without noticing his deathly glare.

“Enough, guys, look,” Raph interrupted as he crouched to the edge of the roof they stopped at. He pointed down below where a white van with tinted windows pulled up to a small liquor store.

Donnie sits up on Raph’s shoulders and leans forward as he tugs on his goggles for a better look. “Looks like a…,” his voice trails off as he sees Leo jump into view in a blur of blue static. “Welp, safe to say Leo gets an F on today’s lesson, can we go home now?”

Raph’s hand balls up into a tight fist under Mikey’s legs, which makes the younger take the hint and climb out of his arms.

“Leo!”

Donnie and Mikey exchange glances and Raph lunges forward, leaping off the building and aiming straight for the red-eared slider below.

“You know, you’d think Raph would expect this by now,” Donnie says to Mikey before extending the propellers of his battle shell and flying off. Mikey’s chains extend to the nearest building and he follows after Donnie, jumping towards his older brothers.

By the time the three brothers arrive at the scene, Leo is leaning on a light pole pretending to examine his nails. The white van is speeding off and the small liquor store looks untouched.

Raph lands heavily in a crouch and rises slowly as he tries to keep his cool. He takes a few steps toward Leo before asking with arms extended, “What the heck was that, Leo?”

Leo’s brow rises as he flips his palm outward to stare at his nails at a new angle, “Hm? What was that? ‘Thanks for saving the day’? It’s no biggie, Raphy-bro.”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” Raph responds, failing to hide the growl in his voice.

“It’s no problemo, hermano! I did the leader thing, I assessed the situation and solved it. See? Easy peasy,” Leo waved off with a shrug. He kicks off the light pole and unsheathes a sword, opening a portal. “Let’s head home?”

“No, Leo, leader training is still in session,” Raph replies in pure annoyance and crossed arms.

Leo’s shoulders deflate and he closes the portal that led straight home. He sighs and drawls in a voice of false exhaustion, “Awww, come on, Raph! We’re missing the newest episode of—.”

“Donnie can find it online later, you have training to do. It’s not so bad, Leo, and Dad thinks it’s a good idea,” Raph tries to plead to Leo who turns away.

“If it’s not so bad, then I don’t see why I have to do this. We were doing just fine before,” Leo mumbles under his breath.

“What?”

Leo waves over his shoulder and opens a portal, “It’s nothing.”

“Leo? Where are you going? What did you say?”

Leo turns around, his cocky facade returning with a smile and goads Raph, “Come on Raphy! We’ve got some goons to catch!”

“Leo!” Raph’s voice calls out to the slider just before the blue turtle closes the portal.

Leo breaks into a sprint on the rooftop he portaled to. He leaps onto a neighboring high-rise and somersaults when he lands, using that momentum to continue running. He keeps running straight, takes note of the upcoming distance between the next high-rise and opens a portal.

He leaps, somersaulting once again when he lands but flinches when he hears Raph calling his name.

“Leo! Get back here! We need to talk!”

Leo looks over his shoulder to see Raph land softly on a rooftop three buildings away. Donnie rises into view, propellers spinning and phone in hand. Mikey practically flies above the two turtles like a shooting star with the orange flames of his chains illuminating his silhouette. Mikey latches onto Raph’s shoulder and pulls to launch himself at Leo.

“Mikey, get Leo!”

Leo rushes forward, ignoring his older brother calling for him from behind. He opens a portal and pivots on his heel, crosses his wrists behind his head and gives his brothers, the incoming Mikey missile in particular, a cocky wave before falling through the portal.

“Damnit Leo!” He hears Raph shout after him before the portal closes.

Leo turns around, preparing to look below for a safe spot to open his portal, but instead finds himself falling face first into the ground.

“Oof!”

An explosion in the distance makes Leo’s heart jump and suddenly fumbling to keep a fast pace. He flinches when the sound of gunshot blasts at his side. The sharp clang of metal meeting metal sends a chill through his body. A flickering flame followed by the snap of a whip makes him cower and cover his head.

What is happening?

He was in New York just seconds ago. Last he checked, New York wasn’t a battlefield.

Everything is so loud—chaotic, even. He can hear so many footsteps rushing to and fro, heavier footsteps in the distance calmly taking steps unlike the crowd—or what sounds like thousands—of footsteps that scurry close to him. So many voices are shouting—shouting things he can’t hear clearly over the booming reverberations that deafen his ears enough to make them ring.

With all the sounds he can hear, it feels like he stumbled upon some kind of war movie.

And accompanying all these sounds is the weird, stale scent in the air. It’s dry enough to make Leo cough and cover his mouth with his hand for some relief.

“Check on the leader!” A voice cries out over the explosions, followed by the sound of a machine gun shooting endlessly.

A hand pulls Leo’s upper arm and forces the slider to finally look up.

In front of Leo is a rodent yokai with a huge, bushy tail covered in singed fur. The yokai is wearing what can only be described as scraps of cloth dirtied in, well, dirt and what Leo hopes to be is dry ketchup. Over the yokai’s snout is a purple gas mask of sorts with a small D on the lower jaw—it looks way too close like Donnie’s logo…

The yokai’s eyes widen and his hold on Leo’s upper arm weakens. He drops the teen and looks over his shoulder at a human wearing the same gas mask. He glances between Leo and the human who pressed her finger to her ear.

The yokai finally stops to stare at Leo who stares back at him with the same look of confusion, “This—I don’t—where is the leader?!”

Leo turns to hear the shrill shriek of what can only be described as an animal dying the worst death.

Standing on a mound a far distance from where Leo and the rodent yokai crouch is a large, four-legged, eyeless, pink creature. It’s covered in pink blood spilling from its rib cage and harbors a limp. Without hesitation, a gunshot echoes in Leo’s ear and the creature collapses on the mound. A single twitch lets Leo know it’s still alive—dying slowly with small cries, but is forgotten.

#distorted mirror #here’s to hoping this isn’t missing any paragraphs from the transfer #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt future leo #rottmnt leo #distorted mirror au #ao3 is down but hanging in there!

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urgonnaneedabiggership · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

NAMOR (MCU) X MEXICAN!OC

A/N: Remember you can find this fanfic on AO3 right here. Any feedback and/or comments are greatly appreciated <3 If you want to be added to the taglist, just say so!

P.S. This would be his face when apologizing Your Honor you can't convince me otherwise.

Warnings: Somewhat graphic violence, mentions of weapons, death and un-aliving people. Language.

Word count: 2177

After being summoned, Namora emerged from the cold water and activated her breathing device, heading inside her cousin’s usual hideout.

For once, he wasn’t painting. Now that she thought about it, he didn’t seem to feel like painting for a few days now.

“You called, K’uk’ulkan?” She greeted, instead finding him sitting at the table, staring thoughtfully at a bunch of scattered paper sheets in front of him.

“You did not report to me yesterday, or the day before that,” Namor admonished her, “Do you care to explain why?”

Namora didn’t immediately reply. Instead, she slowly walked toward him and sat next to him.

“Throughout my life, I have seen you confront several enemies and you were never afraid. You never backed down,”

Namor opened his mouth intending to correct her statement and remind her of a certain event not so long ago that, while she hated to even think about it, had happened. Of course, he was promptly cut off.

“Do not remind me,” She snapped, angrily lifting her extended palm. However, she sighed and begrudgingly nodded, “Almost never.”

Regaining her composture, the warrior took a deep breath and once again turned to face her cousin.

“Still, you never ran or hid from the Black Panther. And now you’re up here, hiding from a helpless human that just this week was strong enough to feed herself,”

“I already told you I am busy with these…”

“Ka woksaj óotik wáaj kolnáalen num?” She scolded him, “Weeks ago you were sleeping next to her k’áan to console her after a nightmare. For one week she was unconscious, fighting death, and not once you could so much as visit her. Tell me the truth, what really happened?”

“She happened,” Namor thundered, pounding up the table with his fist as he stood up, “Everything, from the very beginning, was nothing but a scheme to get me to let my guard down and escape, and it worked.”

Fuming, he marched to the other side of the room and pressed his forehead against one of the pictures depicted on the mural.

“She asked about my mother, Namora,” He said through gritted teeth, “I hadn’t truly reminisced about her for decades until that night. Some of the things I told her…I don’t think I had ever told anybody, and do you want to know why? Because I saw my own pain reflected in her eyes. I saw her as what I once was. A broken child with no clue of what to do next to recover the only unconditional love I ever knew.”

Without turning around, Namor started laughing. It was a painful, ironic laugh so quiet it was easy to misconstrue it as crying for a couple of seconds.

“The Panther was barely not a child anymore when I took her mother from her,” He mused, “I looked her in the eye right after, and whatever remorse I felt then is a shudder compared to the earthquake Mercedes’ cries for her father unleashed. And it was all a lie. You were right about her all along.”

“Is that why you saved her?” Namora cautiously asked, still processing the surge of information that had left his mouth.

“I abandoned her,” He continued, “I thought, if she wants to risk her life for her people so much, that’s not my battle to fight. My duty is to Talokan, not that world. I had to sink the ship and she wouldn’t yield, so I left her to fend for herself like she obviously wanted. By the time I decided to go back for her, they had already shot her. She nearly died because of me, and she knows it.”

Namor sighed and rested his back against the wall, covering his eyes with his hand. His cousin stared at him, pursing her lips thoughtfully. Namora approached him and maternally placed a hand on his shoulder. However, her voice was stern.

“Speaking as one of your people, I am glad I serve such a loyal leader,” She reassured him, “But while you were loyal to Talokan, you failed as an ally if that’s what you consider her to be. Even if your positions were different, she was asking little of you given the circumstances. You could have protected her, and I think you know the only reason why you left was because of your hurt pride.”

Namor remained silent, looking at the ceiling thoughtfully. Deep inside, as much as he loathed to admit it, he knew she was not entirely wrong. Yes, Talokan and his people were on his mind when he decided there wasn’t a real reason for him to remain on the ship, but he also wondered whether even then she was still trying to manipulate him. The mere thought enraged him enough to make a rushed decision.

“In a way, I guess I understand her,” Namora continued, “If I had been in her position, I would have done everything in my power to return to those I love, by whatever means necessary. That might be unpleasant, but my home…”

Suddenly, Namor’s expression shifted after she finished her last sentence, an idea descending on his mind and slowly taking shape. He could hear Namora still talking, but was now too busy mulling over this new thought. Finally, he stood up.

“I have to go. But thank you Namora, you were very helpful.” And without adding anything else, rushed back into the water, leaving a perplexed Namora alone, still sitting next to the mural. The warrior sighed and rested her head against the wall, her eyes closed as she silently prayed for the gods to give her enough tact to advise her leader without forgetting he was family, and enough wisdom to encourage her cousin without forgetting he was a leader.

Mercedes had received very basic hand-to-hand combat training. And sure, it had been exhausting at the time. Attuma’s training regime sometimes made her wish Namor had left her on the ship to die.

“Again,” He instructed severely. She circled him once more, searching for an opening in his defense like he had taught her to do. Normally, the enemy would be facing her and also moving in circles. The way he remained immobile was just a reminder of how easily he could deflect every one of her attempts no matter where they came from. A few times she had actually managed to surprise him and do as much as land a few strikes, but nothing more. This was one of those times. Mercedes made him think she would strike from the left, only to duck, dodge the forearm he intended to use to stop the blow, and hit him straight across the face, causing him to stumble and take a few steps back. The first time she had hit him in the face she had actually stopped and apologized profusely just to end up biting the dust for the millionth time. However, she was grateful he’d taken the approach of teaching her to fight someone whose only goal was to kill her with no trace of civility.

Fortunately, Mercedes took pride in always learning from her mistakes, so this time, after catching him off guard, she attempted to “stab” him with the wooden staff on his stomach, which would count as a fatal blow and her first victory… Unfortunately and despite his size, the Talokanil warrior was fast enough to catch the staff in his hands, disarm her and deliver the “fatal” strike.

“That was better. Try again.” He repeated.

“What’s the point in all of this?” Mercedes protested, “We’ve been here for hours every day, I’ve sprained muscles I didn’t even know I had and I haven’t been able to deliver more than three consecutive hits. It’s not like I’ll ever be able to defeat you, so why waste your time?”

“You’re right. You will never be able to defeat me, not with the strength of a human,” Attuma agreed, not in a smug or patronizing way, but as if he was stating a mere fact, “That’s not my goal here. You might not be able to beat even the weakest Talokanil, áatl. But when this ends, you might stand a chance against the strongest human.”

“Will I ever get a real weapon, at least?” Sadie asked, looking at the chipped wooden rod in her hand.

Before he could answer, Attuma spotted someone behind them.

“You can leave. We will continue tomorrow.”

“Already? It’s been only an hour…” Sadie started to object with renewed excitement after hearing about the abilities she could acquire if she followed through with her training.

“Áatl, il paach tech,” He muttered before his hands formed the traditional greeting.

Mercedes knew who was standing behind them without needing to turn around. She was almost afraid to do so. She had pictured what she’d do when she saw him again. Would she yell at him? Simply ignore him and keep walking? Say anything at all?

“Le k’a’abéet tuméen juntúul súutuko’,” He said to Attuma, who simply left the room after bowing his head. Mercedes could only watch helplessly as she was left alone with the man she’d dreaded to face for the past week.

It was only then that she dared to turn around. Neither of them spoke. They simply stared at each other across the empty room, eyes fixed on the other apprehensively.

“You acted bravely,” He finally broke the silence, “I wish we would have found that ship under different circumstances, but I underestimated you.”

Sadie inhaled and exhaled deeply, moving a bit closer to him and carefully placing the staff against the wall.

“And I wish escaping from here hadn’t been necessary,” She attempted to explain herself, “But I’m not sorry I tricked you. I did what I had to do to save my people.”

Namor smiled softly, looking down for a moment and shaking his head negatively.

“I think you’re lying again,” He muttered.

“What are you talking about?” The girl cautiously approached him, now standing less than ten feet away.

“You did not hesitate to put your life on the line. Not for one second. Something so selfless isn’t done with an entire world in mind. There’s always one person.”

“I…I don’t know what you mean,” Her back immediately went stiff, which was noticeable when she shrugged, her arms hugging her torso, “It was the right thing to do and…”

“What is it that you want to hide so much from me?”

“Why wouldn’t I hide it from you?” She replied sharply, “You’ve shown don’t give a shit about anything or anyone surface-related, you left me on that ship, and then you didn’t even bother to check on me.”

“I saw you freeze when that man spoke to you. I have never seen you more terrified,” Namor interjected, “What did he say?”

“Why didn’t you come to see me?”

“Did he threaten you?”

“Too much of a coward to face the consequences of your actions?”

“That is not true,”

“Then what was it? Enlighten me,”

“It depends. Was everything nothing but a piece of your plan all along? ”

His last question left her with no reply. It wasn’t until then that it dawned on her how easy it would be to assume every part of their interactions was nothing but the means to an end for her. The betrayal she’d felt on the ship, wondering whether she had been alone all along even when it hadn’t felt like it, knowing he’d unwittingly seen some of the most vulnerable parts of her just for him to discard her in the end.

But it was the pain in his voice he unsuccessfully tried to hide that truly rattled her.

“Kän-än,” She said, barely louder than a whisper, “Why did you do it?”

She didn’t really expect an answer, which made his reaction all the more bewildering. Namor closed the distance between them in two steps, grabbed her hand, and placed her hand on his chest, right next to his heart.

“I’m not lying, see for yourself,” Namor assured. His pulse was perfectly calm, steady. “Xmeech, I called you my friend and then put you through something unfairly cruel for what you did to me. I understand why you don’t trust me because I also have my doubts about you after what you did. I don't know if that weighs on you as much as it does on me, but I want to propose something.”

“I’m listening,” She said, clearing her throat, more to herself than to him. Counting the beats of his heart was surprisingly distracting.

"U jaajile',” He firmly stated, “No more lies. An alliance can’t be based on lies, and neither can a friendship.”

“Always. Even if it’s harsh, or not what we want to hear. The truth is the truth.” Mercedes added emphatically. Namor agreed.

“Where are we right now?” Sadie asked. Something easy to kick things off.

“It’s easier to show you. Come with me.”

Namor turned around and left the room, removing her hand from his chest after it fulfilled its purpose.

The Translations

Ka woksaj óotik wáaj kolnáalen num?: Do you think I'm stupid? Il paach tech: Look behind you Le k’a’abéet tuméen juntúul súutuko: I need her for a moment U jaajile': The truth

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Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 7

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"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed.

Not my GIF

"Right guys, we bought coffees. Delia needs you to do soundcheck in half an hour so please don't hang around with lunch." Shevy explains as she and Delia walk in holding cup holders of coffees for themselves and the guys.

Today was not going ahead of schedule to say the least. CC accidentally overslept and slept in his make up, to which Shevy was not too happy about, claiming it could clog his pores and make his skin uneven and difficult to work with, and because of this the everyone was a little late getting to the venue. Once at the venue Lonny complained that he was hungry and the guys decided they needed lunch before they could do soundcheck, CC then continued to complain he was tired after being woken up by Jinxx and Jake who decided it was a good idea to scream at him until he got out of bed. As much as this annoyed Shevy and Delia, they decided to go along with it and get them food and coffee so they would stop complaining and allow the two girls to do their jobs.

"Who requested the oat milk?" Delia asks looking at the one coffee she had containing the dairy alternative.

"That's mine." Andy speaks through a mouthful of food whilst extending his hand out to grab the coffee. "Thanks Delia."

"Lonny, here's yours." Delia then passes out the rest of the coffees she had, Shevy also handing a couple out then keeping the two meant for herself and Delia.

"Cheers." Lonny smiles thankfully before noticing the small dahlia on Delia jacket. "Cute flower, when did you get that?"

"Thanks, um, I got it yesterday." Delia explains awkwardly not sure if she should tell everyone about what went down with Andy.

"I got it for her." Andy admits before taking a sip of his drink. "I thought the gift giving was a nice idea so wanted to return the favour."

"What, really?" Jinxx asks in shock whilst looking between Delia and Andy.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. It's just a badge, it's not even a big deal." Andy shrugs before continuing to drink it's coffee.

"If you insist." Jinxx smirks at Jake; the two of them were definitely either plotting something or sharing some sort of thought before them; either way, Delia did not wish to know what they were thinking as she had a strong feeling that it was about her and Andy.

"I feel like we should all do something after tomorrow night's show, it is roady Friday after all." Jake suggests.

"Jake, tomorrow is Tuesday." Delia replies confused.

"Honey, it's just a saying for the night before an off day. you'll get use to the terminology." Shevy laughs lightly patting her friend on the shoulder.

"Well I'm going to have to cut out of that idea. I have a friend in Houston that I plan on meeting up with." Andy explains.

"Right, a friend." CC smirks. "Another tinder hook up you mean?"

"Fuck off Ceese. No I mean an actual person that I know." Andy defends himself, his happier tone of voice slowly fading into that of his typical moodiness.

"It's 100% a hook up." Jinxx laughs which results in he and CC high fiving each other- boy will be boys.

"You two are dicks." Andy groans throwing his now empty coffee cup in their direction.

"And you're getting your dick wet!" CC bursts out laughing as soon as those words leave Jinxx's mouth.

"Dude! You shot and you scored!" Jake chimes in whilst fist bumping Jinxx.

"Nah mate, Andy is the one here who's scoring." CC continues to laugh; the guy looked as if he was about to start crying from all the laughter or wet himself or both.

"I'm not going to lie to you, moments like this make me question joining the band." Lonny admits placing his head in his hands whilst trying to hide his obvious want to laugh along with the other guys.

"Right, I'm done, I don't want to be hearing this. I'm going to start setting up, 10 minutes and I need you guys on stage." Delia shake her head before standing up to leave.

"Yeah, you know what, I'm going to join you, this is all too much for me." Shevy also stands up ready to leave the room and the disgusting topic behind.

"Oh, of course you two fuck off now whilst I'm getting bullied by this lot." Andy groans rolling his eyes. "Can you at least take these dickheads with you?"

"You're big enough to look after yourself Andy." Delia smirks slightly whilst her back was turned to the singer; if everyone else to going to annoy him why not join in if you can't beat them.

"I hate all of you!" Andy continue to moans as the girls walk out the room.

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"I really don't understand how you can work with all these controls. There's too many." Shevy laughs watching Delia as she levels out sound controls and turns on the microphones and amps set up on stage.

"I could say the exact same thing to you Shevy. I don't understand why you need so many make up brushes and products. I'm fine with just a foundation, blush and a bit of eyeliner and mascara." Delia laughs back.

"Touché." Shevy continues to laugh before going to a more serious tone. "Honey, are you okay after what happened just now?"

"Yeah of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" Delia asks confused.

"I just know that as soon as someone starts to comment that someone has the hots for me, I overthink it and start crushing on that individual." Shevy starts looking at her new found friend in a worried manner. "I just wanted to make sure that conversation about Andy planning on sleeping with some girl didn't get to you."

"Shevy I appreciate you looking out for me." Delia smiles. "But trust me, I will never have a crush on Andy and his mood swings. The guy isn't even my type."

"Well the guys are on now so I best be going to set up make up ready for when they've finished with you." Shevy smiles in return. "Just be careful."

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Love changes everything - Chapter 10

Camilla’s face was glowing as she cuddled against Charles’s bare chest. The rapture she felt in this very moment was written all over her face. This moment was perfect, no matter all other circumstances. They’d just made love again and Camilla couldn’t quite believe how good it had felt, still did. Charles had woken her with sweet kisses as he’d already been awake for quite some time. He simply couldn’t lie beside her without wanting to touch her, he couldn’t have felt her breath somewhere near his mouth without wanting to kiss her, and he couldn’t have kissed her without wanting to save her. He wanted to save her from her fear of the future, save her from worries she had about the house and Tom and all the other small things she coped with on her own.

Though morning, it was dark and cloudy outside on this December day, but with Camilla in his arms Charles felt like spring had just sprung. He had so longed for being close to her in that way again, he had so hoped she was enjoying it, too, that it still felt surreal to him that it had actually happened now. Twice. Yesterday night and now this morning again. She felt so soft, so warm, so very wonderful. She smiled at him as he gently stroked through her golden hair. “I might just have to stock up on the condoms if you insist on using them now,” Charles smirked and placed a kiss on her curls.

Camilla laughed quietly and kissed Charles’ manly chest. “You might just…,” she agreed pensively. She still didn’t want to think too much about where all of this was leading up to, but right now she was too happy to give the darker thoughts a way. Charles was the gentlest man she could imagine and before she’d get back to real life in a few hours she could just enjoy this magical fairytale.

“Why though?” he quizzed her. “Is the pill itself not safe anymore?”

Camilla startled, she hadn’t quite expected that question and it felt like a punch in the gut. It ripped her out of the fairytale and catapulted her into harsh reality. Tears arose in her eyes, she just couldn’t help it, and Charles saw them though she tried to gulp them down. Usually, she wasn’t one to cry easily but somehow this whole situation felt utterly absurd.

“Darling?” he asked with a slight panic in his voice. What had he done? It was just a simple question and it was born out of genuine interest. She should feel safe with him. He heard her sniffling and then dared looking into her watery eyes again. “What is it?” With gentleness he brought his arms around her.

Charles was not going to like this, Camilla knew, but he deserved to know the truth, though, in fact, it was the most normal thing on this planet. She wiped a tear away, trying to push the unwanted thought about what could have been away. “I’m not on the pill anymore. Andrew and I… we were… we were trying to have another child…”

For a moment Charles’ world tumbled. She had wanted to extend her family with Andrew. Of course she had wanted to, she had been married to him, and she had loved him no matter how badly and disrespectfully he had treated her throughout their short marriage. It was a matter of course that they had tried to have another baby. Had Camilla been his wife he’d wanted the same… Still it made him feel miserable. “Oh…” was all that escaped his mouth. He suddenly felt embarrassed for so many unreasonable things. “Milla, I am-”

“It doesn’t do well to dwell in the past…” Camilla uttered cryptically. “All we have is now,” she added and hugged Charles tightly. He was her saving grace. He was the one thing that was real, even if just in that moment. X

18th December 1975

Tom‘s first birthday knocked Camilla off. She had dreaded that day far in advance but hadn‘t really spoken about it to anyone. How was this sweet little boy supposed to grow up without a father? Of course she had Mark and her own father and, of course, Charles, but none of them could be a constant figure in his life. Mark was travelling all over the world most times, her father lived two hours away and Charles, though he filled in the role of a father perfectly well, would have to marry someone someday and whoever it was going to be, surely wouldn‘t be too happy about the prince being a father figure to his godson. So maybe it was better for Tom not to get too attached to the man his mother loved. If only Andrew would still be here and would be able to see his son turning one. Camilla couldn’t help but cry. She still missed Andrew, she still wished he would just come through the door, she still would happily cope with all of his clangers and affairs if it meant he would be there to protect her and their son. Yes, she loved Charles, she loved being with him and Tom, but she worried about the future. Their split would be inevitable one fine day, though Charles didn’t seem to think about it at all.

Almost her whole family had gathered at Bolehyde Manor, but Andrew’s family remained notably absent. Camilla’s father-in-law, Derek, turned 60 today and, despite the circumstances, hosted a luncheon at his own manor today. While Andrew had always thought it was rather funny that his father and son shared the same birthday, it seemed to bother Derek that this particular day wasn’t solely his anymore. To her very surprise, Camilla had received an invitation for that very luncheon but had declined due to obvious reasons. She had never gotten on very well with her in-laws anyway, so Tom’s birthday and the whole situation came as a ‘good’ excuse. Charles wasn’t there either, quite to her relief. She hadn’t told anyone about the revival of her relationship with Charles, nobody would understand it, not so soon after all the things that had happened in October, and not by looking at the prospects of it. Maybe their glances or the way they interacted with each other would have given away too much. Annabel and Rosalind had already lauded Charles for being such a doting godfather since Andrew’s passing anyway.

Trevor was sunken into work over his desk when the prince came in with an impatient foot. “Have they delivered yet?“ he wanted to know.

“No Sir,“ Trevor shook his head. “But I’ve collected it earlier today. It’s in the car already.“

“Without any of the Christmas presents, right?“

“Yes, Sir, of course,“ Trevor confirmed.

Charles had done some Christmas shopping the past few weeks and had, of course, also thought of a birthday present for his godson Tom. He had decided on a giant teddy bear he’d seen at Hamleys’ - it just seemed the perfect present for Tom and for Camilla, too. Maybe she’d love to cuddle up to it when he couldn’t be around - like now. They hadn’t seen much of each other the past 10 days, in fact just once, as the royal calendar was even more packed than usual in the run up to Christmas. Of course, they had talked on the phone as often as possible but it wasn’t the same as being together. Charles wondered how he’d once been able to be without her or not having any contact with her at all after her wedding. This morning he’d woken raging with desire for her and had only been able to think about how he wanted to be the first thing she’d touch in the morning and the last thing she’d taste at night. She was, quite simply, the air he breathed, the water he drank and the blood in his veins, she was everything to him.

“Marvellous!,” he stated joyfully and off he went to his Aston Martin where the teddy bear was already waiting for him in the passenger seat. Camilla surely didn’t really expect him to skip Tom’s first birthday, especially now, did she? She’d asked him not to come because of her family, but, to him, it was a matter of course to be there. They surely could act like friends for a few hours, couldn’t they? Camilla was going to be happy about his surprise visit, Charles was sure.

Quite to his disappointment Camilla didn’t appear to be as pleased about him standing at her door as he thought she’d be. “What are you doing here?,” she’d hissed at him before she’d placed a swift soft kiss on his lips. Of course she was happy to see him, more than that, but she wasn’t happy about being forced to put on a show, least so in front of her parents and especially her grandmother Sonia. She had her own thoughts about their friendship and Charles being a godfather of Tom anyway. On top of it, she could be a very frightening figure, and seemed to be able to see through way more things than the average person.

Apart from Camilla, everyone else seemed to be very pleased with Charles’ sudden appearance, though Rosalind suddenly started to worry about her hair and the way the house looked; in her eyes everything had to be perfect for such a royal visitor.

With eagle eyes Sonia observed how her oldest granddaughter interacted with the Prince of Wales, a kind and soft young man, so much like his grandfather, whom she’d met before. She very well noticed how both of them tried to stay away from the other though their bodies were attracting each other like magnets, how they tried to avoid even the most fleeting touches, how their eyes still found each other for the wink of an eye even though they were trying not to look. Indeed, it was the eyes, Sonia knew. The secret of love was in the eyes. The way one of them looked at the other, the way their eyes communicated and spoke when their lips didn’t move at all. She had noticed it before, during Andrew’s funeral and the funeral meal afterwards, though Camilla had been more repellent back then. Now it seemed like when he moved a certain way, she did too, even without looking, and vice versa.

Sonia liked Charles, and in another life he and her granddaughter would have made a lovely couple, but this would only end in tears for both of them if they weren’t going to be careful. She knew Charles’ grandmother was searching for a perfect bride already and Camilla definitely wasn’t the one she was looking for. Sonia knew, too, that Camilla knew, but she wasn’t so sure about the young prince… As Camilla left the room to look after the birthday boy and to bring him for his royal godfather to see - as he’d just woken from his nap - it almost felt like Charles decreased without her presence, but bloomed again the second she came back with her son in her arms.

Camilla had done so well since that dreadful day in October and Sonia couldn’t help but feel proud of her. Her daughter Rosalind and her son-in-law Bruce had raised an amazingly strong, independent young woman. Only few women these days would be able to carry on the way Camilla did. It was obvious she was fond of the support the prince had offered her, but Sonia was sure she wouldn’t have done any worse without him. If only she’d be careful not to end up like her own mother, Alice, who’d become famous for being the Prince of Wales’ mistress. Camilla deserved better, so hopefully, she’d cut the strings before it’d be too late for her.

Charles’ eyes lit up as he saw Camilla coming back with Tom in her arms. She wore a woollen, dark pink dress that made her look absolutely fantastic. She looked a little stressed and tired, Charles noticed, but it didn’t degregate her beauty in any way. To him, she’d always be beautiful. To him she’d always be perfect. He’d love her in any world, with any past, in any shape. Forever.

Eagerly Charles stepped towards them, he finally wanted to give the little boy a cuddle and surprise him with the giant teddy afterwards. But when Tom spotted Charles he excitedly wriggled in Camilla’s arms and then burbled “Da-da!” and smiled brightly at Charles.

Within a second the whole atmosphere changed: Camilla got the collywobbles and turned pale, Rosalind turned ashy grey, Bruce tensed, Annabel gulped and Charles turned bright red. Just Sonia sat there as if nothing had happened, pretending she hadn’t heard anything. “Anybody in the mood for champagne?,” she asked.

#queen camilla fic #king charles iii fic #king charles fic #queen camilla #au #king charles #royal fic #sonia keppel #rosalind shand #bruce shand #annabel elliot #Tom Parker Bowles #royal fanfiction #love changes everything

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