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unabashednightmarepizza · 2 years

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Hello! May i request Camilo Madrigal with prompt 6 or prompt 38 in kisses? Soulmate AU!

Please take care of yourself!

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A/N: Hi, dear!! Thanks for requesting and please remember to take care of yourself as well!! This is kinda modern-ish days sooo, keep that in mind while reading!

Also, this is like, a part of the series I was thinking to write for Encanto. Remember that I was planing a series back in January, I guess? Yeah, I wanted to see people reactions so this was a great chance!

And It came out longer than I thought it'd be so there will be a second part!! Tell me what you think!

《 Just As Special, Just Like Family》

ೃ⁀➷ Camilo Madrigal( He/Him) x Fem!Reader

ೃ⁀➷ Word Count: 3,4+

ೃ⁀➷ Part 2

Kissing Prompt 6: Slow Kiss

Kissing Prompt 38: Relieved Kiss

Soulmate AU

ೃ⁀➷ You feel intense pain in your soul when your soulmate is in life-threatening danger.

ೃ⁀➷ Everyone somehow owns a creature who possesses the same (general) personality as your soulmate.

Tag-list: @dai-tsukki-desu

As a little kid, the idea of someone being out there, someone special just for you, made you always giggle. With all the magic your family used and the magical world around you, the idea of "soulmates" didn't seem so strange at all.

You sighed looking at the nightsky while closing your study books. Plopping back against the soft cushons of your bed, you lifted your hand and let the magic flow. The red and golden hues made you smile softly and you let it shift into different shapes. Soon after, it shifted into a beautiful phoenix and flight all around your room while knocking things out on its way. Like an excited child, it sat on your desk and fidgeted where it stand, swingings its tail right and left.

You rolled your eyes and got ready to scold it when you felt a cool feeling on your arm. When you dropped your gaze to your hand and saw your little chameleon, your soulmate's pet, you looked at it softly and let it climb to your neck while thinking about your penpal, the one who was given to you by school, and probably your best friend, and when she will write back to you.

Going to a normal school had its perks, such as them making a project with other schools all around the world, a worlwide project, to connect with other students and possibly make them learn about each other's cultures.

"Columbia looks so energetic and lively... I hope Mirabel will write back soon, I wanna learn what had happened in the meantime!"

You sighed at the fact that she was yet to send a letter to you. You always wondered why not phones and useful and easy ways of our modern world but it was... fun. To wait for her answer and learn about her, telling her what was happening in your life, the normalcy you felt was simply amazing.

You learnt some things about her though: for example, she loved sewing and dancing, she also loved her family but by her choosing of words when telling about her family, you realised that there was something you couldn't put your finger on, like a bad feeling since you sensed she let a tear drop while writing her latest letter which worried you, so you asked her about it, not exactly saying anything but asking if everything was okay with her family like a normal teenager who didn't have super powers.

And that was why you were nervous for not getting the letter, thinking that you offended her. But, your saviour came in with an apron on who was holding the letter out to you teasingly.

"Y/N!! YOUR LETTER IS HERE!"

As soon as you heard that simple four words, you immediately dashed out of the room but stopped abruptly, remembering that you didn't get your dear pet and phoenix and turned around the corner to your room. While getting out, you stepped on your little sister's toy and let out a painful scream while tossing on the wall.

Your mother laughed at your misery and stand still so that you wouldn't hurt yourself even more.

You stopped right in front of her and waited her to give you the letter, jumping up and down excitedly, and while still laughing, she handed you your much waited gift.

"If you didn't have chameleon for a soulpet, I'd think that she was your girlfriend or something," she said while turning her back to you to prepare dinner.

You grumbled under your breath since the letter wasn't helping you by opening easily while talking to your mom.

"But mom, I asked something very important to her and she didn't reply for 3 weeks! 3 WEEKS!! Did I offend her? What if I did- God damn it why doesn't my luck never work with me?!"

Your mother sighed at your tantrum and looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and brought a knife to open it easily. You looked at the letter on your hand dumbly and felt your hands become sweaty and clammy. You rubbed them on your pajamas to get rid of that feeling but looking at your mother, you saw that she was looking at your phone which was on the charger.

"You might want to look at your messages bub, because either they learnt that you have powers or someone is sending you excited messages with incorrect words texted because of nervousness..."

Your mothers words didn't reach your ears though, picking up your phone, you looked at the various messages your friends and teacher had sent. An obnoxious aura appeared around you and your hair started to create bright flames while still holding on to your phone.

"Mowy, sis is buwning!"

Your sister pointed at your burning body to her mother which she widened her eyes and went to get the jug to pour water at you. With a worried, silent scream, she patted the floor around you and your clothes.

"Are you crazy (Y/N)!! I told you to not to use your flames inside the house, are you out of yo-"

"Mom... If I told you that I love you so much and that I'd absolutely do anything to get your permission... What are the chances of you letting me do what I want?"

She looked at you questioningly whilst holding your shoulder. After feeling her youngest daughter's grip on her skirt, which was a gift from Mirabel, she widened her eyes when she saw you on your knees, begging her.

"I swear I'll clean my room 3 times a day! And I'll make dishes, take care of my sibling, train for a whole week and help dad with his job! Even for a month! Please let me gooo~"

She was still trying to understand what you were saying and sighed deeply while pinching the bridge of her nose.

"(Y/N)... I don't understand! Your promises are quite nice but where do you want to go?"

You pushed the phone to her face and she took it, scrolling the texts. After 1 minute, she stopped at a particular one. The one your teacher sent.

"Everyone, we've been thinking about sending our students to where your penpals live so, please ask your families for their permission and tell them to write a petition!"

She looked at you judgingly and you being an empath, sensing she was gonna refuse, started to beg one more. This time, using your ultimate power:

The puppy eyes.

"Look, mom. You already know Mirabel, you almost read every single letter! She's a good girl and I'm sure her family is nice as well!! Besides, we went abroad with dad and my cousin all the time!"

"Yeah, but with your father! I don't know... I need to talk with your father."

You threw your fist to air and cheered, smooching her cheeks and hugging her thightly. Then you took the letter to read and seeing that she was also telling how excited she was over the news, you smiled hugely and looked at your chameleon pet. You kissed his little head and put him on the table and continued to read the rest.

At the bottom of letter, you saw the address and the note, saying that there would be someone waiting for you.

With the plans of convincing your father to let you go, you started to write back to her.

"Mirabel! When does your friend come here, dear?"

The sun was bright in the town, a clear sign that her Tiá Pepa was in a good mood. She grinned while holding the paper in her hands and scrambled to the kitchen where her mother was, preparing dinner.

"She said she'd be here in 2 days, mamá! She had to make some final arrangements!"

At her daughter's enthusiastic voice, Julietta smiled widely and went back to her job.

Since the village wasn't exactly nice to her, she didn't have a friend who was close to her. People would always try define her with her powers, or lack of, and make her feel guilty even more. When she first came to tell her that she made a friend thanks to her school, she was skeptical of that girl. No one could blame her though, witnessing her child get bullied didn't make it easy for her. She tried to show her love through her actions etc.but sometimes, it wasn't enough.

She needed a friend that would be there for her...

But would she accept her daughter as the way she is..?

When the thought crossed her mind, she stopped stirring the pot and turned to look at Mirabel who was busy preparing traditional food for her friend. She frowned and questioned herself if she should ask what's in her mind but she didn't want to destroy her daughter's happiness.

Seeing that she was like a happy baby, there were two options.

She either didn't want to talk about it or she will tell her friend when she comes.

She cleaned her hands and walked to where Mirabel was standing. She put her hand on her daughter's shoulder, making her turn to look at her with stars in her big eyes.

"Mirabel, hijá, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news but... Did you tell her about us?"

She downcasted her eyes and turned to put the plates on the table. She fiddled with her skirt and looked up at her mom, shaking her head side to side.

" I didn't want to tell her about it, since the normalcy I felt... was just nice. We talk like everything was normal and that I wasn't the one who didn't have any powers in her family full of magic. But I know I have to... I just..."

She sighed deeply and hung her head down, seeing her small form, Julietta hugged her daughter to herself and patted her head.

" Telling her or not is your choice but she'll eventually learn and it would be the best if she heard it from you, dear. And if she decides to not to talk to you anymore, well that's her loose."

"And remember: You're just as special as anyone in this family. And if she can't see it, then she wasn't the one you were looking for.

Mirabel looked at her mother with tears, and they hugged each other for several minutes while Mirabel was muttering "I don't want her to be...".

Not knowing that their worries were for absolutely nothing.

"And then my daughter said 'Please bring the beautiful lady here too, papá!' and I just didn't know what to do!"

You smiled at the man's accent and nodded your head. You looked at the outside where different flowers were and vibrant colors made you look at them in surprise and you clinged to the window with wide eyes, making the man who was driving chuckle.

" I see you already liked here!"

"Like? I LOVE IT!! The colors are so vibrant and I've never seen such flowers before! It's like my country is all grey compared to this!"

"Ahhh, it's our beautiful Isabela's work! The flowers are all hard work's payment!"

You turned your head to the man and knitted your eyebrows, your cheek still being on the window.

"Isabela? As in Isabella Madri-OWWW!"

"Sorry, señora!"

When the car you were driving in stumbled upon a big hole and made you hit your head harshly, you stumbled back as a result of the impact. You rubbed your head while making a thumbs up at the worried man.

" ¡No te preocupes, señor! Please go on!"

With his eyes still on you, he continued to tell you about the family. One thing caught your attention though: whenever he would talk about them, he always used the word magical. You didn't thing much about it though. You knew from Mirabel that her family was the one who created the town for its people and thought the man was expressing his gratitude like this.

While conversing with the man, you came to the townsquare. Helping you step out of the car, you thanked the man and promised him that you'd visit his family as well.

" ¡Muchas gracias por traerla, señor!"

He waved his hand but before you'd wave back, a horde of people surrounded you. You stand there with an awkward smile and accepted their gifts, albeit shyly.

They awed at you and your clothes, gifts from Mirabel, and showed their gratitude for respecting their culture. A woman suddenly took your hand to make you dance and you started to shake your head at her.

"¡Señorita, I don't know how to dance!"

"Just flow through the rthym!"

After a few minutes, you started to get the moves and laughed and danced with the kids, holding their smaller hands in yours and twirling them around themselves.

A singing voice caught your attention and you turned your head to see a teen with slightly short, curly hair with a decorated skirt and shirt. You cocked your head to side and looked at the girl in wonder.

"The clips and decorations are wonderful! It's like as if she know how to... sew..."

You patted the children's hair and went to her slowly and heard that she was singing a song about Madrigal family?

And then there were three kids who was shaking with excitement while one was having a cup coffee in his hands.

Wait... A cup of coffee?!

With your growing curiousity, you went to stand next to the kids and watched her sing while introducing the family.

"My Tía Pepa, her mood affects the weather"

"When she's unhappy, well the temperature gets weird!"

"My Tío Bruno-"

"WE DON'T TALK ABOUT BRUNO!"

You squeaked hard when a woman grabbed your hands and twirled you around while sending daggers to the girl in front of you. You staggered back with widened eyes and a racing heart and when everyone went back to what they were doing, you cleaned your skirt and looked at them. Only to see they were somewhere else.

"Do they get tired at all? What an energy!"

You saw the kids being confused with a lot people, questioning who was the kids and cousins. You couldn't help but agree and watched the girl explain with a song again.

"She really loves singing too... Oh! Chem', come on buddy, we need to follow them!"

"Cousin Dolores can hear a pin drop!"

"Camilo shapeshifts,"

"Antonio gets his gift today!"

"My older sisters,"

"Isabela and Luisa!"

"One strong, one graceful..."

"Perfect in every way."

You looked at the two girls mentioned and got overwhelmed immediately, making you tear up and have a headache. The one named Isabela had pretty dark and pressuring thoughts about being perfect and making the family proud.

Whereas the one named Luisa was the worst. You actually shed a tear because of the headache that went with searching her emotions. You grabbed your head thightly and tried to ease the pain, without realizing you were also trying to calm her down. It wasn't your fault though, it was a reflex!

But one thing canfused you too... Where was Isabela's soulpet? Normaly, everyone's would just stick around their owners but you couldn't see any. Luisa had an owl, Dolores had golden retriever pup and that Camilo guy had... Wait, his isn't with him too?!

At the loud voices of kids asking Mirabel about her powers, you jerked your head so fast that the ones near you looked at you worriedly, scared you hurt your neck. Mirabel, powers, magic,magical family... HOLY SHIT THEY ARE JUST LIKE US AHHH!!

You screamed in happiness inside your head and made a little twirl with your inner voice and went after them.

"Hello, Mirabel?!"

Your voice couldn't reach to her since she was running at full speed, trying to avoid the kids' questions about her power. You were curious as well, your best friend might have powers!! It's not like it would change the things between you, whether she had one or not but learning that there were people like your family made you feel a little bit more at home.

Your thoughts got interrupted when a booming voice echoed around the whole place.

"Mirabel!"

Everyone got silent and looked towards where the vibrant and moving( moving house?!!! So much cooller!!) house was, seeing an elder who was holding a vase. If you studied Spanish enough, this was who they were talking about.

The Abuela...

Mirabel looked at her in embarresment amd told her that she was just telling about her family and their powers when a kid interrupted her, saying that they were asking about her powers. You looked at with soft eyes and smiling face, seeing that she was so proud of her family when the girl named Dolores looked at your small group and said the things that changed the vibe quickly.

"Oh... Mirabel didn't get one..."

And she squeaked and went inside while you were eyeing Mirabel and her reaction with shocked eyes. A man came and called out to her, saying that the deliveries came.

"I gave you the special since you are the only Madrigal kid with no gifts! I call it 'the Not Special- Special' since... you have no gifts!"

At hearing what the man said, you widened your eyes even more and couldn't close your mouth out of shock at what the man said. How dare he talk to a kid like that!! Even so my friend!!! Girls stick together, man let's go girl!!

"Excuse me! Sorry to interrupt, or not, but how can you talk to her like that!! She's just as special as anyone in the family! She's also my best friend so can you please apologize?"

The man, kids and Mirabel widened their eyes and Mirabel's nearly popped out of her sockets at the word best friend.

" Wait you are... (Y/N)?"

"Hola, Mirabel..."

You two looked at each other with wide grins etched onto your faces and you waited for her to finally realize that you were really there. She put the basket down and ran to you, hugging you thightly to herself.

"Y/N YOU'RE FINALLY HERE!! I'M SORRY I WASN'T THERE TO GREET YOU I HOPE EVERYONE WAS NICE-OH MY GOOOD!!! YOU ARE WEARING MY GIFT!!"

You chuckled in amusement and made a little twirl to show off the dress she sewed for you and took her hands in yours.

"Of course I did! Me, my sister and mother always wear them around the house now!! She totally wants to learn your secrets!"

"Oh Dios, your mother knows about me?!! What does she know, does she know me well? Or maybe she doesn't-"

You put a finger on her mouth to shush her and looked at the basket she was carrying. You took it from her and moved it inside while she was still stuttering over her words.

" No worries! My mum almost loves you more than me. Actually she wanted to come too but my sister is still little so..."

Unbeknownst to you, she had a shocked yet soft look on her face when she heard from you that there was someone who loved her even at the other side of the world. She quickly caught up to you with a wide grin but then a realization came.

You heard the song... about the magic her family holds...

She hurried to you and touched your shoulder hurriedly and when you turned your face to her with a curious gaze, she took your cheeks into her hand and came close to you, making you blush because of embarresment.

"Did. You. Hear. The. Song?"

You tilted your to the side and shrugged your shoulders while asking where to put the basket.

"Yeah? You have a beautiful voice by the way! I liked it a lot!"

"And you didn't find it... weird? Or useless?"

"No? It was quite catchy! Look even I can sing..."

Your sentence was cut short by the long-haired girl, who was Mirabel's eldest sister, and by the people applausing her. You looked at her in wonder and turned to your friend like a child in Christmas but upon seeing the displeased look on her face you twisted your lips into a frown and looked back at her sister.

" I see that you don't... like your sister?"

"Disliking isn't enough."

"...."

And then came Dolores' loud voice, making people turn to look at you.

"Our guest of honour is here!!"

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the-midnight-feline · 3 years

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¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> So this piece is actually part of the Piliin mo ang Pilipinas Collab event hosted by @lumpiang-toge, you guys should seriously check this out since the works posted there are such good reads ❤️️<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤

this is the first time i've joined a collab, (ngl i thought i was waaay in over my head lol) i'd like to thank a friend of mine, Dylan, (won't tag his blog just cause, loves you for reading it !) thanks so much for the encouraging words ❤️ and of course Mama Rae (@hq-girl-next-door) for the advice on the banner**❤️

**For the banner I did, I took the image from pinterest, if you guys know who the artist is, please let me know so I could properly give credit to them :)

Tags/TW: Mutual pinning-ish, friends to lovers, fluff to angst, Cheating, swearing (I think theres one or two in there)

(A/N: Please don't get too confused /-\, the italic parts is you recollecting the past, it comes and goes (。♡‿♡。))

WC: 3.8k ;-; didn't know it get that long

Pairings: Tendou Satori x fem!Reader

Summary: It all started with a simple crush, you wouldn't have guessed that it'll be more than that, It was a dream come true to loved and be loved by the person you loved, but not all dreams end good, some end as a nightmare.

“You like the Guess Monster, like THE Guess Monster?!?!” your friends shouted in unison, looking at them frantically as you’re in the gym watching the guys warm up for a practice match and the way they shouted had the sounds of balls hitting the floor just below where your group sat, you willed yourself to look at the who were the people below you guys trying repress the blush you feel creeping on your cheeks, swallowing that lump on your throat as you peaked just a little over the ledge and saw his red hair. Internally cussing out your so-called friends, you tired to act like you calm and collected as he was looking up at the bleachers, maybe trying to guess which one in your group, who was also looking over at whoever heard them, liked him, shaking his head, chuckling toward Ushijima and Semi who was already making their way to the court to get this warm up started.

A single tear began rolling down your cheek as you remembered how it all began, your friends’ sudden outburst in the gym gave you the opportunity to talk to the guy you’ve been crushing on when you first saw him in the opening ceremony just something about him drew you to him and you were adamant on getting to, at the least, know him. Sitting on the floor of your shared bedroom, opening the memory box you and your husband made a few months after you started dating.

Semi knew your friend, he actually liked her and from that outburst of theirs at the gym, he 89immediately thought of a way to hit two birds with one stone. “hey, y/f/n, I heard you guys at the bleachers, sooo” scratching he neck out of shyness “which of your friends like our Tendou? Maybe we could setup a date or something?" He really liked your friend and would honestly do anything to get her on a date, she pointed to you, the quiet in of the group, usually the source of rationality and guidance, the one that acts like the mediator of the group. You really always kept to yourself, didn’t really want to attract attention towards yourself. Semi was skeptical at first, you the quiet, shy girl of the class liked that loud ass friend of his? Maybe y/f/n was pulling his leg, she can’t be serious.

A bitter laugh escapes your lips as the memory of your first date comes crashing on you as see the pressed flower from the little hole in the wall café near the school, Semi was the one that found that café and planned every detail of the date.

As you and your friend were walking towards the café Semi told her about, you were itching to just keep hitting your friends back “why the hell did you fucking agree to this?!!” you hissed at your friend, you were practically shooting daggers at her for saying yes on your behalf and you didn’t even know what she agreed to but she told you to get dolled up, silly you, thinking that it’ll be just a girls day out, but peering over her shoulder as your guys walk out of the dorm, you see her texting Semi, thinking maybe it was him asking for notes since they were in the same class. She led you to this small café and you guys sat at a corner booth, making you sit inside by the wall, you really thought nothing of it, until you saw that distinctive red hair bounding towards your booth. Your palms got a tad sweaty, nerves getting the best of you, a million thoughts racing in your mind that you didn’t notice that the Tendou Satori was there taking the seat opposite of you in the booth, the ever infectious smile directed towards you and you alone. Seeing as you and Satori were basically having a silent conversation with just your smiles, Semi and your friend made a discreet exit and left you two be. Little did you know, he often saw you around, he knows you like shounen jump as much as he does since he sees you go to the store he usually goes to, he knows what snacks you liked since he usually goes out at the middle of the night to get some snacks of his own at the convenience store around the corner. He sees you in the library with your nose buried in some book when he follows Semi there just to annoy him. Tendou didn’t tell anybody about the girl he liked from afar, he knew he’d scare you off, no one wanted to date a Monster, or that’s what he thought.

Looking back, that impromptu date was what started the relationship with Satori, a soft sob escapes your lips as tears gently fall on the first picture you have together, he suddenly rang you up and asked you to go to the mall with him. In the picture, he had his arm wrapped around your shoulder while you were hugging his waist tightly, seemingly scared that being with him was a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

Getting out of the shower, you hear your phone ring from under your pillow, confused as to who might that be since it was an unknown number calling you, curious you answered it. “hey y/n! I know it’s kinda out of the blue but, you wanna go to the mall with me?” shock was evident in your body, it was Tendou! Your thoughts was scrambling, you know you didn’t get a chance to give him your number before you guys parted ways on your first meeting since Coach Washijo made Ushijima contact both guys for a weekend practice. You knew the coach was a hot head and would make anymore run 50 laps if they were late and that was a few weeks ago, a worried Tendou called out to you again “uh…y/n? If you have other plans I totally under-“ blinking back to the present “I’d love to go! Lemme get ready and I’ll meet you down” you cut him off midsentence hearing a small chuckle at the other line “don’t make me wait too long ok?” he said in a teasing tone which made you giggle on the line “yes, yes Satori, I’ll hang up so I could get ready ok? See you!” it took every ounce of self-control to not shriek the whole conversation, once he hung up you were practically jumping on your bed out of pure joy, but then you remembered that he’ll be waiting, you quickly snapped out of it and looked through your dresser for a decent outfit for going out with Tendou, you quickly settled with a simple get up of a long sleeved shirt and pants with some sneakers on, you excitedly exited your room, to meet up with Tendou, hoping you haven’t made him wait too long, turning the last corner you see him outside your dorm, almost wearing the same thing as you, even the color of your shoes match, biting your lip to stop a stupid smile from taking over you walk up behind him, gently poking his side, his sudden jump made you giggle as he took in all of you, a smile makes its way on his lips and eyes as he himself lets out a chuckle. “y/n? Are you copying me?” shaking your head, letting a small laugh out “Satori, please you’re the one copying me here” he just shook his out of amusement when he saw the glint of teasing in your eyes before he offended his arm to you like a gentleman would, the small action made you faint blush.

You two spent the day just walking around the mall, just browsing from store to store, having just a blast at all the random comments he makes, the last stop you guys make was the arcade, you guys played all sorts of games, air hockey, tried your luck at a pachinko machine and Tendou even tried the basketball game, which he surprisingly good at that he won a lot of tickets getting you a small rubiks cube, but near the back of the arcade something caught your eye, a purikura, Tendou saw where your eyes went and with a small smile he took your hand and walked towards the machine, and ushered you in the booth, he felt at comfortable around you, he would’ve never guessed that you were a crack head like, random outbursts of ideas and thoughts spouted from you made him laugh as you spent time together. He quickly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, a flash went off, that was the first shot, with the blush creeping on your cheeks you hid your face under your hair and hugged him another flash went off, that was the second shot, he tipped you head up, making you look at him, his infectious smile directed at you as another flash went off, and the last shot was of him kissing your forehead. You were left speechless after that whole scenario, seemingly in a dazed as he guided you out and grab the prints of the photos. That’s how you guys ended the date, he held your hand in his all the way back to the dorms, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek as you parted ways.

Rummaging further through the memory box, you see all the mementos you both kept from your dates, a few fallen leaves, a couple of pretty rocks, stickers, napkins, flowers, pictures, the cork from the bottle of champagne you drank at your wedding. More tears fell from your eyes as you dug through all the stuff in the box, who knew you both collected a lot of things in just a couple of years. What made you sob so hard was the acceptance letters you both got when you were selected as the few students for the incoming year.

A few months before graduation, you both got accepted into a culinary school in Tokyo, you were ecstatic as this means you and Tendou could get a place together since your parents already gave you two a small amount to get a place near the school so you two could still practice and create new dishes together, it was really no surprise to your friends or the whole volleyball team that you two would get into culinary school, you’ve always had a thing for cooking, you’d often come their practices with some bento boxes for all of the guys so they don’t have to go out and spend for food, on the weekends, the kitchen was his domain he’d let you watch him bake and oftentimes let you help him out. It’s often that the whole group get together during the weekends, you cooking for them while Tendou makes that dessert. For some reason, they got jealous of how your relationship started, it was as if all the pieces just fell into place at the right time, you two together just seemed right like you two were always suppose to be with each other. There’s always been a carefree air around him, it calmed you down so much that it helped you be more open or that’s how you saw it. You were the opposite of him always worrying, always, over thinking, being overly critical of your actions and how you overwhelmed with everything so you turned to anything that’ll help you divert your mind but once he was in your life it just got easier. He voice would immediately calm the voices spewing negative thoughts I had your head.

Looking around your room, you see pictures of you together, your graduation picture, the picture of you guys on the front of the school, the picture of your guys graduating culinary school, a photo of you two at the restaurant where you two both apprenticed and next to that was the candid shot of his proposal there, a mix of joy and hurt shoot through you as you the memory come rushing back to you.

The way he sheepishly confessed that he asked the manager if he could do his proposal there and invite your family and friends for that surprise. “Hey y/n, come with me, a customer just complained about the sauce you made being too salty, I’m not taking blame for that!” an angry chef came shouting at you, shocked and anxiousness dunning through you, you timidly follow behind him, thinking how you could screw up a simple sauce like that, your thoughts were everywhere, but once you stepped outside the kitchen you noted that the dining area was dimmer then usual, but maybe that’s because you’re used to the bright lights of the kitchen, you hear a soft melody playing, it’s one of your favourite songs ‘I Choose' you’ve always related that song to your relationship. On the far wall you see photos of you together, looking around you see familiar faces, his and your parents, your friends, the Shiratorizawa boys were there even the coach came!

The euphoria you felt from having everyone who had been part of your relationship through the ups and downs just had you in tears, your head was fuzzy with the mix of a dozen emotions swirling in you, through a blur of tears you see him kneeling in front of you, he let out a huff of breath to calm his nerves before asking you the question “y/n, my love, my baby, my better half, my paradise. You’ve stuck by my side through my highs and lows, loved me unconditionally, took care of me whenever I got sick, urged me to follow my dreams, guided me into being a better guy, especially with my chocolate making you supported my dreams like no other can, you, you made my world complete, you made me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time, you gave me your heart to cherish and protect. You made my life whole” the words flowed out of his mouth so freely, every word making more tears come out of you, every word so heartfelt, with shakey hands we presented you a pear cut yellow emerald ring “My Paradise, would you do me the honor of being my paradise for eternity?” no words could express how happy you were nodding your head, trying to stop happy tears from falling a hushed ‘yes’ slips past you lips as he stands to slip the ring on your left hand, pulling you in for a tight hug, whispering endless I love you’s and thank you in your ears as the people around you cheered for the newly engaged couple.

Biting back another sob, you feel fresh tears streaming down your cheeks as your eyes land on your wedding photo above the bed, he loved you enough to marry you, he was yours and you were his, you can’t help but stare at the framed photo, he had that infectious smile of his that made you fall from him the day you saw him. He has you up in his arms as your arms were wrapped around his neck, pecking a sweet kiss on his cheek. You asked him many times if he’d like to blowup another photo from your wedding, he simply shook his head and wrapped you up in his arms “you’re perfect in any picture of us, but in that one you look like the most perfect human being in existence and I’m just lucky to have you in my life” you basked in his love and affection on those simple words pulling him closer and burying you face on his chest, inhaling his sweet scent “I’m lucky to have you Tori, lucky to be called your wife” placing a chaste kiss on his chest as you look up to him with love-struck eyes. This was it you guys moved countries after your wedding to France since Tendou was offered a job at a famous pâtisserie there, all you wanted was your husband happy, wherever you guys may be.

You never really cared where you two were, as long as you were together, you could get lessons on the French cuisine as Tendou works, that was the plan before you guys flew out. You worked hard to learn the basics, you’d often have Tendou taste test all your creations and you’ll you the same for him since he likes to experiment with different flavor combinations, things were great the first few months of moving cross countries, you enrolled in a cooking classes there to build up your repertoire and after a few weeks of learning a few new techniques you've decided to look around for places you could work at just to keep your body busy again. You've decorated the apartment the way you liked it and how you think Tendou would like it, just adding different odds and ends giving it a familiar vibe. This place was your starting ground.

When you got a job at the nearby bistro, Tendou didn’t really mind it, since he’d often come home a bit later then usual saying something along the lines of making things in the experiment lab with the other chocolatiers at the shop to have something new for the upcoming season, in turn you thought nothing of it since you do work nights after getting a gig in a restaurant in town as well, it also means you could still have time to make his dinner and keep it warm for when he gets home. You two actually got into an argument when you got that gig since Tendou was adamant about keeping you in the apartment after the morning shift at the bistro so you don’t work yourself too hard, he wanted to start thinking about getting a kitten to keep you company when he’s out working but you argued back that you didn’t wanna feel like mooching off of him even though he said it was fine, he loved coming home to a warm meal that you made with love and gets more time to spend with you, but he did cave in after a few bats of your eyelashes.

It was perfect, you both were doing what you were passionate about, you two scheduled your offs near each other’s so one could take care of each other after a long day. But there was this weird feeling creeping in you but you simply don’t know why it was there, you and Tendou always kept communication open since you two do work different shifts and that itself puts a strain in the relationship but you two made it work. You loved him. So you would really sacrifice anything for him, he had have a rough childhood, he was bullied cause he looked different, acted different, but he wasn’t like that for you, he never was, even though he had a wicked sense for things which really surprised you, you can’t even hide a gift from him cause he knew what you’d get him or more likely sense what you’ll give him.

You don’t tell him that you swapped shifts with someone so you technically have a day off so you decided to drop by the pâtisserie where Tendou worked with some home made Pan Bagnat since it was nearing lunch, as you were close to the shop you saw his figure near the window placing new confections on display, but something made you stop, another person, a female chocolatier, was hugging him from behind and not in a friendly way, there was familiarity to it, it looked as if she’s been hugging him for so long, like she’s always hugged him, you didn’t notice that you’ve dropped the basket you were holding on the sidewalk, the glass bottle shattering on impact, the sangria spilling on the pavement, the sandwich you made, making a mess, the fruits you packed rolling in every direction. People around gasped at the scene, some tried to help in picking up the fruits that escaped, your mind in thought again, maybe you just interpreted it wrongly they’re just so so close, like a brother and sister kinda way, since they both work in the shop, you simply jumped to conclusions too fast, those thought completely vanished as the next sight you saw.

She kissed him. SHE KISSED HIM!! Your mind played that in your head like it was a song played on a loop. That was what made your heart break, that was the tipping point, he didn’t push her away, it was the opposite, he pulled her closer, the way he held her mirrored how he would hold you when he came home from work, people around you were asking you things trying to snap you out of your trance but you paid no mind to them, your legs moving on their own.

It was as if you were on autopilot, you got home, your mind racing with so many thoughts, how long had that been going on? Is she why he’d come home later than usual, is she the reason he had woken up earlier to get to work everyday? Did he spend his days off with her when you suddenly get shifts? Walking into your apartment, you didn’t know what to think, how to feel, how to make sense of things more questions come into your mind. Does he bring her here? Did they do anything sexual in the place you called home? What places were safe? Did she please him better than I did? You walked into your bedroom where the memory box laid in the middle of bed. It was your first wedding anniversary, did he really forget? Your anniversary was engraved on your wedding rings with your initials on it.

A scream of agony escaped your lips as everywhere you looked at it was all you and him the very place you thought was the safest of all was not. It's tainted with infidelity, your heart broke even more as you took the box from the bed with shaking hands contemplating on whether to open the box or not, he loved you with every part of him didn’t he? You were enough weren’t you? You made sure he was satisfied right? You gave him all the love you could and even more right? Didn’t he promise you that he’d protect your heart? You're still his paradise right? He loves you right?

Maybe opening the box, and finding something that you both placed in there would make him rethink his choices right? With broken sobs and uneven breathing, your fingers shaking as you pulled the pretty red ribbon that held the lid shut, looking at all the things that you both collected that reminded you both that you loved each other you broke even more. Every one of them held the promise of love, of fidelity, of trust. But now, a part of you is doubting every word that passed his lips, every kiss that landed on your skin made you feel dirty, every I love you's he uttered seems like a lie. You didn’t want to feel that way, you love him with every part of your being, you’re THE Mrs. Satori Tendou, no one else but you had that title, just you, it was only you right? You were his paradise for eternity right? Right?

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I hope you guys liked this, I actually really liked working on this one(played my brokenhearts plays it nonstop for it) , but I do have another one coming so...yeah!

Song inspiration :Anong Nangyari Sa Ating Dalawa by Aiza Seguerra

Song used in the proposal I Choose by Alessia Cara

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ask-edd · 3 years

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hi! so im a sort of new follower can I have a few questions even after reading some of the rules & stuff. one thing i dont get about the rules is the shipping.

i understand no inner party shipping since not everything has to be about shipping {& frankly im not really one for shipping anyways) & i get its your blog so your free to do as you like & ship your oc but is it only him that gets to be shipped?

i noticed theres other ocs are they allowed to be shipped with other characters or only with yours?

sorry like i stated im new & im having trouble understanding so please forgive me! ive only been following for a month or two

((You're good, no worries! I don't think I've ever actually said why it's only Dan that's shipped, so lemme put it under a cut

The main reason is that I'm personally uncomfortable with shipping Eddsworld characters for reasons relating to trauma that I don't wanna go into (I'm slowly learning to like LaurEdd though)

I have no issue with other people shipping them though cause I've got literally every ship tag in use blocked so I can't see it (though some people don't tag and others overtag but w/e)

However about 2-ish years ago, I got into this neat thing called "self shipping" which I won't go into here, but if you need an explanation, I'd be happy to help. Anyway I started shipping Dan with the EW guys and it 1. Didn't make me wildly uncomfortable and 2. Actually made me feel kinda happy (which is something I desperately needed)

Initially I had considered bringing shipping to the blog to try and get over my uncomfortableness n had polls with normal options like ToriEdd and TomLaurel mixed in with crossover ideas like TordVriska and EddRuby but none of them really took off

My memory is hazy but I think Dan was part of the blog by that point (I had no intention of bringing him to the blog in the beginning, I used him as a one off joke and ig he stuck) and made a poll abt who I should ship him with and it got a lot more votes (and a lot of funny ones like Giant Robot, Tom's Mom, and Edd's Pool) and it seemed in general that people were more keen on shipping Dan with the guys. Plus a bit of "it's my blog and I wanna do it" came into play

As for the two other OCs, they're also based on real people, one of which doesn't really wanna be shipped and the other does but has her own ship blog so she can do it there

TL:DR - Actual Eddsworld ships make me uncomfortable but shipping them with Dan doesn't, and the two other OCs just don't get shipped on the blog

#hope this helps! and sorry its so long i just woke up and am rambling a bit at this point #mod note #since its shipping ill add the tag #ae shipping

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charrfie · 4 years

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Alright now that its officially Forzen Friday let's try this post again since it didn't show up in the tags last time-

I'M FINALLY MAKING A FORZEN HC DUMP (kinda AU-ish territory but not really idk exactly) AND NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME

There are also a few other hcs sprinkled in here related to other characters (like Darnold and Sunkist for example) but Forzen is the main focus!! Despite him being a minor character I latched onto him and fleshed him out sm yall have no idea

Everything under the cut bc this shit is gonna be LONG (and there's also some more doodles that take up a bit of space!)

Also uhh if people like this I might take one for another hlvrai character later bc I have a lot to say about everyone!!

Forzen moved from France to the US with his parents when he was around 12 or 13 (yes, I'm aware that Scorpy and Holly are French Canadian and not France French but that doesn't mean Forzen can't be, I'm just being sure to say this now before someone says something to me about it)

He wanted to go to college and eventually become a game dev, but he didn't have the funds or the support for it (his family thought anything to do with games would amount to a career that would go nowhere).

Because of this, he instead was recruited in the US military. He originally had no intent to join, but after constantly being harrassed recommended to join and being entertained with the concept of being able to afford and pay for college, he caved (hence him telling the science team that his only goal is "to graduate").

He doesn't like his job very much if that wasn't clear.

And neither do most others that have the same job like him.

He was put on a "team" of his own, Team Nice, which was likely arranged as a guaranteed way to get Forzen in the way of danger, and with no one else fighting beside him, he would be easily dealt with- no one would have to worry about him bothering them again. However, he somehow manages to survive all of this, of course. Somehow. He likely knows the real reason he was assigned his own team (if you can even call it that), but refuses to fully acknowledge it for his own sanity, and instead pretends that he's some big, important person on a team that ranks so highly, he's the only one qualified to be in it. (I apologize ahead of time for giving one of the most shitposty and throwaway characters in hlvrai this much depth and angst, there was just potential there leave me alone)

Fast forward to the actual events of hlvrai though. This hc is a little outlandish but I really like the concept!!! So, at one point, Forzen is killed, presumably by some kind of creature that was out and about due to the RenCas. The science team + Benrey stumble across him (act 2 part 2 at around 13 min in for anyone curious), and Benrey decides to use the healing beam Sweet Voice on him. While Benrey and Forzen may not be on good terms anymore, Benrey still very begrudgingly cares about him and didn't want to see him get injured or die. Forzen wakes up a minute or so after the science team exits the room, assuming that he just passed out, nothing more, and goes along with things as normal.

He meets Darnold a while after his first (concious) run in with the science team. Darnold has recently dealt with the science team and helped them out, but is pretty bummed that he couldn't travel with them, as everything was far too scary and dangerous for him. Forzen, wanting to escape Black Mesa and the military altogether, ends up making a deal with him that he'll handle all the dangerous stuff if Darnold can show him a way out.

Now, meeting Darnold is a very new experience for him, since Darnold actually enjoys his company, and actually wants to befriend him! At first, Forzen openly tries to act as if Darnold is a huge deal to put up with- he goes along with with the whole "if you're escaping outta this hellhole with me, you better keep up" kinda deal (despite the fact that he kinda NEEDS Darnold to escape and show him the way out). His walls are still very much so raised, and he doesn't let his guard down as he's not used to others caring about him and his safety. But as time passes, he begins to realize that maybe Darnold DOES want to be his friend, and the tough guy act becomes less apparent.

To preface this next one- Sunkist sensed that something was up (he has a next-level sense of danger when it comes to Tommy's safety) and got to BM as fast as he could, searching every hallway for his boy. This is when Forzen finds him!! He figures that taking Sunkist as a hostage would be enough to get extra info out of the team that's been practically plaguing him lately.

Darnold doesn't know about Forzen's plans to take Sunkist hostage, so is completely fine with traveling alongside him. At one point though, Forzen and Darnold get separated (Forzen occupies him, makes sure hes safe and then runs off to deal with Sunkist). Darnold immediately uses his surroundings to model a quick little teleporter device to get Forzen back, because, you know, the man's a genius. Idc if its logical or not just go with it shhh I've gotta fill in the plotholes with something. That's why Forzen disappears all of a sudden after he's cornered by the science team. He just pops back in front of Darnold suddenly, all confused and loopy from the whole teleportation thing.

As things begin to wind down, Darnold and Forzen make it out of BM and start making a break for it, no idea how they'll get away from BM and to safety somewhere- they didnt really think things through.

Fortunately (or unfortunately for Forzen really), however, G-man picks both of them up. He means to drop Darnold off at Tommy's party, as he observed that Darnold helped his son to safety and is grateful for it. Forzen, though, he intends to "deal with" for messing things up so badly with Tommy, Sunkist, and all of Tommy's friends. This is where Darnold finds out about everything Forzen did and frankly gets really pissed with him since he thought he only had good intentions??? Luckily though, Darnold convinces G-man to give him a second chance, let him go to Tommy's party and apologize, and try things again. G-man, for some reasons agrees- probably bc hes in a good mood, as it IS his son's birthday.

The party is pretty uncomfortable to say the least. Tommy's extremely hesitant to talk to Forzen, but he does, and they end up on neutral terms by the end of it. Uneasy, but neutral. Tommy and Darnold hit it off though, and Tommy opens the invitation to Darnold that he can visit his place anytime now that everything at BM is over with.

As everyone's getting ready to leave, Forzen mentions to Darnold that he doesn't have a place to stay, seeing as the entire military was kinda. Yknow. Wiped out. Obviously wouldn't wanna go back to check anyways. And he has no interest in going home to his parents. So Darnold agrees to let him stay with him since they've become good pals over the course of everything.

Over time, Darnold visits Tommy more and more often. He starts bringing Forzen along, which Tommy is iffy of at first, but their dynamic starts to change and become more comfortable once Tommy sees that Forzen isnt interested in being enemies anymore.

Sunkist and Forzen still don't get along for a very long time. Or, well- it's moreso that Sunkist is very wary about Forzen, despite him not doing anything to harm either Sunkist or Tommy.

Oh yeah and almost forgot to mention one of my favorite hcs (that I PROMISE you started out as a joke but then I got attached) is Sunkist can talk!! So his first spoken interaction with Forzen after Forzen comes over to visit for the first time is literally just him being all threatening and laying down the ground rules bc he doesn't want Forzen to hurt Tommy at all in any way. And of course Forzen about has a heart attack bc "HUH??????? THERE'S A DOG THAT IS SPEAKING HUMAN WORDS TO ME"

UHH I HAVE MORE (I've written out so much shit about dynamics and what I'd think would happen even after all of this) BUT I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE TOO LONG like it already is SO I SUPPOSE I'LL LEAVE IT AT THAT FOR NOW!!!! I hope this isn't too ooc either, I just have Emotions about this series and write too much so why not share it yknow

#forzen #hlvrai forzen #hlvrai #hc time #PLEASE let this show up in the tags this time i will actually cry if not i spent so long on this

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imaginesbymk · 4 years

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PINK + WHITE.

—chapter nine ; with heat & wet skin.

summary: teresa’s permanent resignation from the peaky blinders leads her to a whole new chapter of working in an art museum. but little did she know her best life would be butchered some time later when her former lover tommy shelby gives her no choice but to return to the peaky blinders after they make new enemies, with the leader, of all people, being the man teresa fell in love with one night after a wedding reception back in post world war; luca changretta.

pairing: luca changretta x OC x tommy shelby

tags in this chapter: swearing, implied nsfw, drinking, mentions + drug use

[ chapter index / meet my oc / wattpad link ]

MASON was quick on his feet when he was given the slightly odd request Teresa had asked him to do last minute. It had nothing to do with the gallery or with separation of last minute business meetings to be scheduled in the margins of the diary. It was just that he had to safely track down a dangerous man. Luca Changretta was still in England, hot-headed with a plan.

Teresa loved fur shawls. Though she detested how the cheap ones she could afford wore out from time to time, from the "fur" falling out like leaves from a tree in autumn, or even its colour turning from new to depressed (and even she grew so envious over the women who wore the luxurious, expensive ones at parties). Tommy Shelby never bothered with buying her what she wanted, which she was fine with, but one man with the Italian genes spoiled her with one that she kept in her closet. A grey-ish white. Teresa often takes one look at it, before sliding it over to reach the silky see-through shawl when she is simply relaxing in her home. At parties she debated even thinking of taking it out, but then there was the other shawl that was made of black fur, and it closed together with a silver clip to keep her shoulders warm.

The fur shawl was just like the painting she avoids at her own work. Both were so beautiful and timeless, both sharing personal meaning. But tonight, it finally saw light from staying in the wardrobe closet for too long. Teresa held it out in front of her, then clutched it in her arms.

The bar was built together with grey walls, none sound-proof. On the other side you could hear the jazz band playing music for the party, or footsteps from the owner or a bartender heading out back for more stocking of gin. If you were on that side, you'd hear the giant doors spring open from the doorman that allowed Teresa to enter inside. The man at the counter watched as her dress fell all the way down to her heels, not too long so she wouldn't trip. Her hair was in its curls once more, and wrapped around like comfort was the fur.

She reached a booth and set her purse on the table. "White wine."

"Ma'am-" the server goes.

"A man will be joining me very soon." Teresa made a smile, as the unescorted woman if Luca were to not show up. Had she imagined if Luca burned the invitation letter she mailed to his hotel, or simply tossed it away, in future to be used as scratch paper, or even as a roll up (if Luca is one of the many people that did snow), she may have just wasted her time getting dolled up just to not be served at her booth.

"Last time I met up with a woman at a bar, she proposed a deal, and lied straight to my face."

She shot her head up.

Those eyes.

Looks like her night wasn't going to waste after all. "Are you talking about Polly?" She watches as Luca Changretta helps himself on the other side of the booth, the same server coming over to Teresa with her white wine.

Teresa waited while staring down at Luca's own glass being poured with four fingers of whiskey. Luca glanced at Teresa's outfit, not answering her question. "You're wearing the shawl I got you? I can't believe you still have it."

"What, like I got rid of it? Why would I give it to someone else who would treat it like a rag?"

"Hm." Luca took a sip. "So, why did you summon me here? Actually, I know the answer to that one. You're a businesswoman, as we both know. You invited me here to propose some kind of deal, eh? Like I got the time to spare one more fucking thing before I go do what I came to England to do?"

"I know about the vendetta, Luca." Teresa began. "And I know the deal you made with Polly, which was a lie, by the way. I know about that. What I also know is that you don't just plan on crushing the Peaky Blinders. You have more on your mind. You're so greedy that you would want to overthrow Alfie Solomons as well. If he were to betray Tommy with the deal you made with Mr. Solomons, you know you and your men would come after him as well and take over his business."

Luca nodded. "I had a feeling you knew. I had a feeling Tommy Shelby brought you back to Birmingham, no?"

"I know your patience is wearing thin, and you're done giving people more time. But then there's me."

"Right, forgive me," Luca places a hand on his chest. "Why not talk about the royalty in front of me as well? What could she possibly request for this time?"

"I wanna know why I was never sent a Black Hand."

Luca laughs, trailing his fingers around the rim of his glass. Whatever Teresa said or did, she definitely wasn't laughing. Nothing seemed funny to her on her end. She did, however, miss that laugh of his. It was more of a chuckle, but she loved it like it was honey in hot tea. "Let me tell you something. It's best to stay out of this, right? Since you resigned, messing with us is like throwing stones at the devil."

"I'll play in the snow with the devil to prove you wrong."

Luca scoffs harshly. "So you're one of those people that snorts white lines just to feel good?"

"That was just my own figure of speech, Luca. I don't do Tokyo," Teresa replied. She cringed at the habit Arthur and Michael carelessly picked up on. "It's everyone's thing now, but not mine."

"That makes two of us." He took another sip. "I'm doing you a favour here, Miss Griffith. Stay out of this and do your own thing."

"There's no need for you to call me that," she comments.

"Why the hell not? Formalities are a thing of the past now?"

"You're talking to me as if we just met. We had something together."

"Yeah, had."

Teresa gave a glare, grabbing her wine. Luca smirks. "All right. Whatever you say. Jesus, kid. You're so fuckin' difficult."

"Kid," she scoffs at his remark. "And Ada Thorne is on your list and she doesn't get her hands covered in blood. So why wasn't I included?"

"You feel left out?" Luca snickered.

"I just wanna know why. I know damn well you haven't forgotten about me. Even if what we had to you was just for pleasure, you found out that I was once a Peaky Blinder."

Luca stares. "You wanted out because you felt like it would devour you forever, so I respected your wishes. You told me why you threw in the towel. And I know you're not a Shelby, you don't wanna be a Shelby."

The server comes up to them. "Sir? Ma'am? Would any of you like to hear the specials tonight?"

"No, thank you." Teresa smiles.

"More whiskey," Luca says. "And for the lady, she'll have more wine." Teresa raised her brows. She didn't mind more wine, would she care so much about knowing her limit before it was time to wince at the tab?

"I forgot you love whiskey," Teresa points out.

"Italian whiskey," Luca made a hand gesture. "As I was saying... have you thought long and hard about this, as to why I'm here? As to why I want Tommy Shelby dead, how I now want everyone dead?"

"Your father." There was a pause between the two. The jazz band transitioned their music to a much slower song this time, and it started easing the nerves in both the former couple's systems despite the volume of alcohol consumed. "Arthur Shelby killed your father. John Shelby killed your brother Angel."

"If things didn't happen the way it did, my men and I would be cozying up in New York counting stacks by stacks."

"And I wouldn't be seeing you here," Teresa added. "Almost ever again," Teresa thanks the server for the excess wine refilling in her glass, then Luca's. "Now can we talk about the giant elephant in the room?"

Luca furrows his brows.

"I know why you left, Luca. I know it's been five years, but you really just packed up and left. I've never seen you so frantic until that day when you were running to the train." Not even an eye bat. "I grew miserable ever since."

"Can I say this?" Luca leaned forward, placing the cuffs of his tailored suit that it laid flat on the tablecloth. "Whatever emotion you saw in my eyes on that day, whatever it was, it was for the sake of being alive for my family. Someone's gotta help keep the business up and runnin'. None of it works if I'm not there."

Teresa stares at Luca. This man wasn't wrong. It wasn't like he was running everything in his family all on his own. His father led the family in Birmingham that Angel was a part of, even his mother lived with them, but what makes New York so important and comforting to Luca must have felt like a whole outlet of anything he ever accomplishes, how many Tommy guns he can hold and keep in his home like picture frames, how many men he has to hire from Sicily and America just to help kill one family. All of that was justified when he boarded that train to the Liverpool docks.

"Oh," Teresa straightened her back. "So much for being the big, bad capo."

"Be careful," Luca warned, pointing a finger at her. "Don't question a gangster's honour."

"You know I crack jokes here and there," Teresa's lips curled into a smirk as it reached the rim of her glass.

"So do I," said Luca.

She looked down at his hands that rested on the table. His experienced, non-scrawny hands that had a black hand tattooed on his wrist, one with a crown, and maybe some other new ones Luca got over time. She used to kiss all of them, even the one on his neck that was a cross. His right hand was wrapped with big, gold rings on two fingers, except he only kept his ring finger free of anything, that was something she wanted to bring up. "You got all those rings on your fingers but not a wedding ring.

"Not like you got one on yours, either. Unless you took it off before coming here," Luca jokes.

She shakes her head. "I've been too busy to fall in love with another soul. But you? You didn't tie the knot with Viviana back in New York?"

Luca scowled, knowing Teresa hadn't forgotten about that woman as he did. "No. I still see her occasionally."

"Yet you haven't done anything with her? Never bothered to find anyone to satisfy your mother?"

"My mother says any woman from New York or even from the old country would do."

"What did you say, after?"

"Mamma, you're killin' me.'" Teresa had to chuckle at that, Luca smiled at her. He then looked around the bar, seeing how more of the guests had gotten up to dance with their dates as the jazz music cranked up their higher tunes like a machine. "Don't tell me we're gonna be sitting here all fuckin' night. You wanna dance, Miss Tour Guide?"

The nickname he gave to her the first time. Did he really sit in front of her and tell her he couldn't remember everything they had, then? "I'm a little rusty," Teresa declines.

'We gotta stretch our legs somehow. I ain't even see your whole getup for the night."

Teresa had no problem getting up from the booth. She stepped out so that her heels were shown as well, and she placed the fur shawl down on her seat so her shoulders were out. The dress wasn't purchased by Luca, but by her, and she felt like a Grand Princess, like a little girl playing with their mother's dresses and makeup. She was never too insecure about her looks since it never bothered her, but she felt beautiful, and she wondered if Luca will still ever see her as beautiful whether or not she is clothed in front of him.

Luca kept on staring. "Then perhaps we can head somewhere else," he suggests. "Somewhere we're both quite familiar with."

How and why didn't matter, the young man who looked to be around Arthur Shelby's age paid no second thought to his surroundings as he aggressively snuffed the thick lines of cocaine that formed on the ledge up his nostril. He begins wiping away any excess off his face, exiting the balcony seats just as the Italian mobster escorts Teresa inside the dark theatre to their respected spots.

"You're a lover of theatre," Teresa spoke quietly as the show resumed to its first act.

"If you dress like one, you are one." Luca hooked his leg over the other, folding his hands on his lap.

It was silent, not the awkward or tense silence, but silent to respect and see the performance. Silence or absolute noise, the stage was the latter. The good kind of noise. The skimpy dancers twirled with batons, the man and woman playing the perky main lovers belted the note they must have spent days and nights rehearsing over and over.

Luca knew there would be performances every night back in New York City. There was always something to do and somewhere to go, otherwise you'd be glued to your chairs at home.

The show was about to end, and Luca, for the first time in God's glorious mysterious time, took Teresa by the hand and curled them together on his lap, his eyes were fixated to theatricality in front of the hundreds of people.

Teresa reacts, slowly looking down. It was nearly dark, but she could feel the giant, lumpy rings from his fingers bump into hers. He always held her hand during a show, and would only let go to join the applause when a number came to its big finish, or when the grand finale brought hypnotic joy and bliss in each audience member's senses like himself that he just had to give the standing ovation.

But just as the audience erupted in deafening applause, cheers and whistles, Luca and Teresa remained the only two members seated, their hands still holding.

HIS hotel room was neat and tidy before he left, now the sheets on the giant bed wrinkled like aged skin when Luca held Teresa down to remove her stockings. She missed his touch. The feeling of being pinned on a bed as he dominated over her, practically tearing what she wore for the occasion just to see her underneath as a sight for his sore eyes, it was definitely there, and her heart pounded.

"Luca," she breathed out a moan. He kissed her softly, now only responding with pacing movements, from positioning her to grabbing the protection from the nightstand drawers. Though he was careful with the dress and fur shawl that was set on the office desk he sat in earlier, within seconds her brassiere was tossed on the floor. With the help from Teresa, she managed to undress Luca from head to toe by just sitting up, and he was now unclothed from the fresh tailored suit his uncle made back in Mott Street.

They kissed again, and Luca went in.

+ me writing "smut": 🧿👄🧿 but ooooo shiiiit their “business” meeting was quite a night lol.

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