#partridge family breakfast!!
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Happy Birthday, Love - A Louis Partridge Imagine
Hey guys! Just wanted to let you all know that this was written at the time of Louis’ birthday but I never got the time to finish it because of school, but here ya go! Better late than never :)
sum: come along as you’re louis’ girl giving him the sweetest birthday ever
contains: cute fluffy louis. definitely gemini louis!! (we all know geminis are something else. so, you’ll definitely see how quick his mood changes lol. have fun!)
word count: 15,091
this imagine will take you along Louis’ day with his family. so it’s not just going to be y/n and louis content. So just know to expect more than that! this imagine is written as Louis’ day, which will include his family, so it won’t just be filled with just fluffy y/n and louis content. but it still contains a great amount of it!
Enjoy :)
y/n’s pov:
It was a couple of minutes before midnight, marking a whole new day.
A special and wonderful day.
I have managed to climb up to Louis’s balcony from the ladder he leaves outside at all times. Which leads up to his room on the second floor, for me to sneak into.
I giggle at the thought of him wanting to have a Dawson’s Creek moment between us. He says “if Joey can climb up to Dawson’s room, then you can climb up to mine.”
I have managed to make it up safely and most importantly quietly so that Louis doesn’t catch onto the little sweet surprise I have up my sleeve.
I smile in excitement, waiting for the minutes to pass by. Which might I add are seeming to be the longest minutes of all time!
I stand against the hard exterior wall of the Partridge household, next to the sliding door which leads into Louis’s room.
My eyes are glued to the lockscreen on my phone that is portraying the time.
June 2nd, 2021; 11:57 pm
Three more minutes!
I smile dumbly as I catch a view of my lockscreen, as I was previously looking at the time. The screen captures a funny looking photo of Louis and I. We both had the most ridiculous faces on planet Earth, but even if it was ridiculous and funny looking, the photo was everything I loved about us and him.
A couple of butterflies sparked up in my stomach. I was madly and deeply in love with Louis Partridge.
11:59
I was getting giddier and nervoud by the second.
I just wanted to jump in there and tackle him into a hug.
I started fidgeting with my fingers and I couldn’t stop my smile from getting wider and wider.
I looked down at my phone again but nope it was still eleven fifty-nine.
I just wanted to go in there and hug the hell out of him.
At last, it was 12:00am, marking it June 3rd.
I loudly and recklessly slid his balcony door open and jumped into his room.
He was laying in bed, phone in hand. His eyes jerked up at the sudden loud sound and the image of the human who is his girlfriend jumping into his room. He sighs in relief holding his chest and starts smiling uncontrollably.
“HAPPPYYYY BIRTHDAYYYY!!” I shouted at him with pure happiness and delight.
“Oh god!” He says with a wide smile, hands up against his face. “I did not expect that! You’re insane!” He giggled.
I smile a toothy smile and sprint up to his bed, jumping on top of it, landing on both him and his fluffy bed.
He lets out a loud laugh and immediately puts his arms around my waist, pulling me towards him.
I start playfully singing.
“happy birthday to you. happy birthday to you. happy birthday to my amazing, beautiful boyfriend whose name is Louis Partridge.”
His eyes fixated on his funny girlfriend. He lets out a loud laugh, head falling back, and all, as he hears the little twist of words she concocts to his happy birthday song.
Her voice changes as she’s now looking at him like he’s the only person in the world.
“happy birthday to you,” I whisper softly, ending it for only us to hear, intimately.
He smiles sweetly. He’s grateful for this gesture. He didn’t care for anything big or scandalous. He was happy that this is what he got. His foolish girl was in his arms at the very second of his special day.
“I loved that!” He says with a cheeky smile.
I smile a goofy smile as both of our faces are inches apart and eyes interlocked.
I smash my lips against him and within a few seconds, the kiss ceased from our two smiles against each other. We couldn’t help but let out laughs. We were both very happy.
I move away from him and he frowns.
“Welllll now I gotta goooo,” I say, keeping a straight face and voice. I hop out of his bed.
I caught a glimpse of his face as I was hopping his body on my way out of his bed and he was confused as ever.
“I know your parents are sleeping and I wouldn’t want to be here without them knowing,” I say looking at him with a frown as I was standing on the outskirts of his bed. He now is in the process of sitting up trying to figure out why I’m leaving. I turn around and smirk as I pretend to start heading out towards the door I entered.
I can sense his smirk and eye roll and right before I had a chance to go he grabs my wrist.
“Get your arse back over here!” He says with a widespread smile as he rolls his eyes in annoyance, knowing I had been joking all along.
He yanks me back onto his bed, close to his arms.
“Nice try.” He says as he holds me in a tight grip, as I'm now beneath him.
Our playfulness was out the door now.
His eyes had a different look in them. He was on top of me and I was laying underneath him. He held power and dominance over me, especially since he’s now feeling himself on the early morning of his birthday.
I let out a tiny laugh.
“C’mere,” I say, pulling him from his shirt down to me. He smashed his lips against mine. Within the kiss, we got comfortable under the covers. I wrapped both of my arms around his neck, getting him in closer proximity to me. His hands on my thighs, I could feel him moving them both a little open to get himself comfortable and adjusted in between my legs.
Our lips, wet and full of temptation. Hungry for one another. Louis lowered his body closer to mine, our exposed warm skin touching. I pulled him closer by the neck, wanting him even more, our lips crashing deeper into one another.
I pulled away, our lips sticking to one another as I let go, causing them to make a squishing kissing sound effect.
Louis and I’s pants of air were the only things heard in the now dark room.
Louis without a second passing by, intertwined our lips again, spreading and finding comfort in the open of my legs.
I huffed in the kiss letting go of our lips.
He looks into my eyes in confusion, wanting more, and oh how much I wanted to give him more.
“I love you and I love this but we gotta get some sleep. Remember we have breakfast early in the morning with your parents and sisters,” I say with a serious tone.
He groans and even in the dark, I can see his childish behavior as he rolls his eyes.
He lowers his body onto me squishing mine as his face lowers in.
He looks deep into my eyes with pleading ones.
“Please.” He whimpers.
I frown knowing I wanted to just make it the best night for him but I knew that if we continued to further this, it’d take a long while. It’d be nearing dawn and we wouldn’t get an ounce of sleep.
He realized I was in thought.
“Please.” He whimpers as his face starts nearing my lower neck. He plants some light kisses leading up towards the midst of my neck.
“Please, my love. I’m begging you.” He says as the kisses prominently get more stimulating. I had to stop him before they got too unbearable for me to stop him from continuing.
“Louis.” I slip out in content, trying hard not to let in.
He could tell I wanted to and he used that against me, knowing I didn’t want to resist.
“Please.” He begged in between the fulfilling neck kisses. He knew I couldn’t resist his whimpers and his imploring voice full of want.
And it was all up to me, but I couldn’t. I wanted to sooo bad but if we did within a few hours his parents and sisters would come bustling in this door to find us all sweaty and exhausted full of bliss.
“We can’t Louis,” I say quietly, sadness tracing along with my words.
He sighs. “I know.”
He pecks my nose as he’s still on top of me and gets off of me, laying beside me.
“I’m sorry,” I say sadly.
“Don’t be sorry.” He whispers pulling me in. “I know you wanted to. But you know what?” He pauses, looking over at me. “I know you mean well. Because any other girl would choose to instead of caring about my family’s breakfast and I love you for that. I really do.” He says softly and plants a sweet kiss on my cheek.
“Thanks, Louis,” I say just as soft and turn over to face him, cuddling him. “I love you.”
He places his hand on the side of my face that wasn’t placed on the pillow, caressing it. He leans in and I feel his plump lips on mine.
“I love you too.” He says as I feel his voice against my lips vibrating.
“Come on!” He says taking me along with him as he lays on his back, leaving me slightly on top of him.
I wrap my leg around him and reach out for his free hand that isn’t placed on my back. He instantly grabs it and holds it firmly. My head was on his chest.
“Happy Birthday Louis,” I say as I close my eyes.
“Thanks my love,” He says and squeezes my hand. “I’m glad I get to spend the start of my birthday with you. So thank you for barging in here,” He says with a smile, ending with a chuckle.
“Anytime,” I say with a laugh.
We both fall asleep in each other's arms.
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Morning was emerging and Louis’s parents and sisters were already awake ready to walk into Louis' room to congratulate him on his eighteenth birthday.
“Shh!” Louis’s mother and father say shushing their two daughters who were laughing a bit too loudly. They were quite excited to finally have a good excuse to wake Louis up, without him getting annoyed at them.
Issie and Millie look at their parents with open mouths and shock in their eyes, ultimately speechless at their mother shushing them.
“You’re going to wake him,” Their mother whispered, scolding them.
The girls responded with another row of laughter as they were nearing his room. They just couldn’t help it. They couldn’t keep quiet.
Their father couldn’t help but smile at their foolishness.
“Okay. We’ll stop now,” Issie says, taking a deep breath, trying to stop their laughter.
Millie was trying to hold in her laughter, trying not to ruin their parent’s way of waking up their only son on his special day.
The four made it outside of Louis’ closed door. Liz enclosed the doorknob ready to open up the door.
“Ready?” James questioned the three females.
They all nod and all whisper ‘yes's’.
Liz turns the doorknob and slowly opens her son’s door.
The girls rush in quietly and the four see the boy before him peacefully sleeping with the girl of his dreams resting on his chest.
“Aww. I don’t know if I should feel disgusted or not,” Issie jokes.
“They look so adorable!” Millie says in awe.
“Our boy isn’t much of a boy anymore,” James comments to his wife, placing his arm around her shoulders pulling her into his chest.
“I know,” She whispers, shedding a few tears.
Issie and Millie give each other a look of ‘are you being serious’
“So are we waking him up or not?” Millie asks impatiently.
“You’re really looking forward to it. Aren't you?” Their father chuckles.
“Of course!” Issie says with a smirk.
“Okay. Let’s go,” Liz remarks with a smile
Issie immediately grabs a spare pillow and wacks it right onto Louis’ face making sure not to hit Y/N. Their mom gasps and their father laughs.
‘WAKE UP LOSER!” Issie yells smacking the pillow right at him, again.
Millie doesn’t even give it a second after Issie’s yell as she was already jumping on Louis’ bed.
After feeling the first hit Louis awakens from his peaceful slumber, feeling happy as ever from the last couple of hours. But now feeling displeased from the way he’s being awoken.
He feels y/n on top of him. He mentally rolls his eyes as he’s being interrupted from sleeping with his girlfriend.
He opens his eyes on the second hit, feeling Millie jumping on his bed obnoxiously. Oh, but she was doing it on purpose to annoy her older brother.
“The only bad thing about waking you up is waking y/n up,” Issie says, smacking the pillow on the now wide awake Louis.
He unwraps his arms from y/n quick enough to catch the pillow from hitting him again.
Y/N hears and feels the commotion and realizes what’s going on. She immediately starts laughing as she opens her eyes.
y/n’s pov:
I immediately open my eyes and feel Millie jumping on the bed. I, without a doubt, joined Millie, leaving Louis laying down in bed.
Millie giggles as she sees me jumping alongside her. We both give each other our hands and intertwine our fingers as we proceed to jump around with our hands laced with one another's.
“Wake up Louis!” I say looking down at him with a smile.
“I’m awake,” He says in a lighthearted grumpy voice.
“Come on! Stop being a party pooper!” I say bending down to grab a pillow and hitting him with it.
“Oh, you want to play it like that?” Louis says, eyeing me with a smirk.
He instantly stands from his seated position on his bed and tackles both Millie and I onto the bed. Millie and I both groan in pain, as we lay straight on his bed without a movement.
“Don’t think I forgot about you!” Louis says, turning his attention to Issie. He hops out of his bed, grabbing the pillow I previously had, and smacks her. She gets caught off guard and Louis grabs her and pushes her onto the bed, on top of Millie and I. Both of us, still trying to recuperate.
I let out laughs and so does Millie and Issie.
“Mornin dad. Mornin mom. Shall we head off to breakfast without them?” Louis says, giving them quick hugs and playfully walking out of his room.
“That was not what I expected at all,” Issie groans as she holds her stomach.
“Yeah… mom wanted to sing happy birthday like the happy peaceful family we are,” James trails, as both Liz and him are standing beside the door, with laughs.
“You can say that again,” Millie says with a straight face and monotone voice.
“Yeah. Sorry about that mum,” Issie says as she sits up.
“We can still sing if that helps?” Millie says with a hopeful shrug.
Louis turns to his mom and sees her somewhat disappointed face after her plans didn’t go her way.
“Alright. Alright. Come on!” Louis says, trying to complete his mother’s wishes. His arm over her shoulders.
James catches on and proceeds to count. “1… 2… 3…”
We all sing.
“Happy Birthday To You. Happy Birthday To You. Happy Birthday dear Louisss. Happy Birthday to you!” We all sang as Louis stood beside his mum and the three of us sat on his bed. James beside their mom.
We all stood up from his bed to congratulate him.
Louis towered over his mother and they both tightly hugged. They stood there for a while and they swayed side to side.
I melted inside at the sight of the two.
“Come here!” Louis’s dad says brightly with a proud smile opening up his arms. Louis forms a huge smile on his face and goes into a bear hug with his father.
James pats Louis back proudly and firmly in their hug.
I observed with a smile as Louis was in bare arms with his parents. It was adorable and loving.
He lets go of his dad and turns to the three of us.
He smiles and pulls his youngest sister into a hug. He looks huge compared to her. I laugh as Millie’s giggles escape her lips.
Millie's contagious laughter got Louis laughing as well.
Issie walks towards Louis and they both hug tightly.
As they hug I go and greet his parents, formally.
“Morning guys!” I say as I walk over to them.
“Morning y/n!” They both greet, each with huge grins.
I go in to hug Liz and she opens her arms widely.
I smile and blush at her kindness.
I go and wrap my arms around her as does she.
She pulls me in tightly.
“Thank you for joining us,” She says into the hug.
“Of course!” I enthuse and pull away to converse with her.
She grins.
“You’re such a wonderful girl honey! I’m glad Louis found someone like you! You truly make him happy,” She exclaims, and out of excitement she pulls me into another hug. I chuckle.
“Aww! Thank you, Liz! You’re such a wonderful mum. Thank you for raising an amazing boy,” I say. “Both of you!” I say and look over to James with a smile.
He smiles a toothy smile and takes me into a hug.
I chuckle.
“Thanks, honey!” James says into our hug.
I smile at him and nod.
“You both are great parents! You should be proud. You have amazing children!” I say to them and pull away from my hug with James.
I then feel two arms wrap around me from behind. I smile and blush feeling him close behind. He nuzzles his head into my neck.
“Don’t worry guys. I know you both adore and love her so much. I’ll be making her your third daughter soon,” Louis cheekily says to his parents as he smashes his lips onto my cheek.
“Louis!” I blush and turn my head slightly to look at him.
He smiles cheekily and looks over to her parents.
“Watch it,” Liz playfully warns with a brow raised.
Louis chuckles.
“Not any time soon, I hope!” She sighs, not wanting her kids to grow.
I giggle.
“Don’t listen to him!” I say with a playful eyeroll.
“Knock some sense into him, dear,” She says with a laugh. “You’re only eighteen.” She says eyeing Louis.
“Well… As of the law, I don’t need your consent to marry. Not anymore,” He jokingly says to his mother.
James laughs.
“We raised a witty boy. Didn’t we?” He says looking over to his wife. “Oh and son we know you love the girl but don’t marry yet. Makes me feel old,” He half jokes.
“Oh yeah! If we encouraged him one bit! He’d be down on one knee,” Issie teased.
“What! I kinda want a baby running around the house,” Millie says with pouty eyes.
“Don't encourage him!” Issie exclaims looking over at Millie.
“Well now that I think of it-” Louis begins to say.
“NO!” Liz, James, and I yell.
Louis stands behind me, arms wrapped around me, dumbfounded with his mouth open.
“I’m only joking…” He trails. “Kind of?” He says with a laugh.
“Okay! On that note, let's start getting ready for breakfast. Please!” Liz pleads as they start heading out of the room.
I laugh.
“I agree!” I say as I try to walk off but get enclosed by Louis tightening grip around my waist. His parents, now gone.
“Nooo!” He whispers into my ear with a pout.
I blush and look down feeling the butterflies.
“You’re so clingy!” Millie says in disgust as she watches Louis and I, catching what Louis has done.
“Let the poor girl go!” Issie says.
“She likes it,” Louis says as he smirks, looking down at me. And oh he’s right. I do like it.
Millie gives Louis an “mhmm sure’ look.
“Whatever you say, Louis,” Issie remarks in doubt.
I let out a laugh.
“Come on Louis. We have to get ready,” I say, trying to free myself from his grip. He loosens his arms and I manage myself out.
But I did miss his arms wrapped around me closely, his body pressed against me from behind, and his head propped on my shoulder as he lowers himself down to my height. The way I feel his arms against my skin and feel his soft hair brush against my face and neck. His occasional sweet and cute kisses he leaves on my cheeks and neck. My stomach erupts with butterflies by just thinking of it.
“Come on y/n. Let’s go,” Millie says, grabbing my bag that has my outfit and necessities to get ready.
I nod and without saying goodbye or looking back I start walking out with Millie and Issie.
Louis is left baffled.
“What?” Louis says right as we reach the door frame to head out. His ‘what’ sounding like a ‘wot’.
I turn around and so do they.
“Imma go get ready with Millie and Iss,” I say like it’s nothing.
Every time I’m over at the Partridges and we’re heading off somewhere, I always get ready with Millie and Issie.
“But… it’s my birthday,” He frowns.
My heart falls at his adorableness.
Millie didn’t quite see it as adorable though.
“Louis! Y/N, Issie, and I always get ready together. You know this already!” Millie sassily says.
“Yeah, it's quite practically tradition at this point,” Issie butts in.
“That’s precisely my point! It happens alllll the time! I would like my girlfriend to get ready. Here! With me! On my birthday!” Louis irritably says to his sisters.
“You’re so annoying!” Millie furiously says, rolling her eyes.
“Whatever! You can leave now,” Louis says and walks over and grabs the door, waiting for them to leave.
Issie sighs and rolls her eyes going out the door.
I frown.
“Bye,” I say.
“You’re lucky it’s your birthday!” Millie says and walks out the door as she hands me my bag.
I grab it and peep my head out the door before Louis shuts it.
“If you need me I’m right here!” I shout into the hallway so that they hear me from their rooms.
Louis peeps his head out.
“No, she’s not!” He yells loudly.
I push him and he laughs.
“I’ll make it up to you guys! I’ll sit with you both on the way to breakfast!” I say to them.
“Yeah! She won’t be doing that either!” Louis yells right after me.
“Louis!” I say looking over at him as I laugh.
“What?!” He says like it's nothing.
He pulls me into the room and slams the door shut, locking it.
He immediately goes in and wraps his arms around my back and lowers his face into mine, pulling me in as close as he possibly can.
“Are you glad you got your way?” I say with a cheeky smile, looking up at him.
“Yes. Very!” He says looking deep into my eyes, with a huge proud grin.
After a few seconds of him looking into my eyes, he leans in for a kiss. Our lips meet. He tilts his head sideways, deepening the kiss. I tippytoe up to him and he pulls me in by the waist, closening all the space between us. One of my arms is around his neck and my other is roaming up to his messy hair.
I run my fingers through his soft locks and take in his luscious lips. The way they worked against mine drove me crazy. They worked perfectly with each other, lips perfectly in sync. I could never let go of his lips.
Louis groans into the kiss, driving me insane. He squeezes me and I could literally just melt in his embrace.
“This is the best birthday ever,” He says in between the kiss and I let out a giggle right as he goes to interlace our lips again.
I pull away. “And why is that?” I say now looking into his brown eyes.
“Hmm,” He says with a smile. “Because I’ve been fortunate enough to kiss you countless times these past few hours.” He says as he looks down into my eyes.
I smile and blush.
“Well! I’m glad I could help,” I say with a huge smile and tippytoe to peck his lips.
“Oh, you’ve done more than just help! You’re literally the reason why I woke up with a smile this morning and the smile I have on right now. You’re the one that went out of your way to be here on the exact second of my birthday and it’s the most adorable thing ever y/n!” Louis generously says with a smile. His eyes roam every inch of her face, taking in her beauty. He can’t believe she’s his.
“Aww, Louis!” I say with puppy dog eyes. “You’re gonna make me all emotional!” I say as I pull him into a hug. I place my head on the lower shoulder area of his chest, resting my face on him. “You’re the best boyfriend ever. You always manage to say all the right words that make me feel all special and gushy. You’re amazing Louis and I love you for it! You’re the best person in the world!” I say as I pull my head up and face him, telling him every word.
He looks at me with a pout, lips propped out, and eyes filled with adoration as he looks down at me.
“You’re incredible Louis. You’re a spectacular person. You deserve everything you have and more! You’re caring and sweet. Your laugh is literally the cutest thing ever! The way your head falls back when you laugh, it's the best sight. You’re literally adorable in every way! You’re so passionate about your hobbies and you always give everything your all. You have no idea how incredibly proud and amazed I am by you. You’re ambitious and driven. Like, you’re just fucking amazing Louis. You have no idea! I could go on and on about how incredible and great you are!” I say pouring out my heart to him.
He just keeps his eyes on mine. All he does is smile down at me.
He pulls me in and places his chin on the top of my shoulder. I smile to myself and lay my head on his chest.
“Thank you,” He whispers into my shoulder. “You have no idea how much it means to me.” He smiles into my shoulder now laying his head on me.
I know my words meant a lot to me. He always takes it all in and stays silent as he holds me close. I could tell he was thankful and happy for the way I felt towards him and the way I spoke so highly of him. His silence says it all and the way he’s holding onto me for dear life.
I smile into the hug and tighten my arms around him, knowing he’ll smile.
“Now, come on. I’ll tell you more about how amazing you are later. As of right now, we have to get ready for breakfast,” I say slowly pulling apart from him.
He chuckles and nods.
I know we both wanted to stay in each other’s arms but we had to get ready.
“Alright,” He smiles and heads to his closet.
I walk over to my bag full of necessities I brought the night before to ready myself. I go to grab my toothbrush and head towards Louis’ bathroom.
As I walked towards the restroom I could feel Louis stare at me from his closet.
“Are you drooling?” I say with a playful smirk.
“What?” He says getting caught off guard. “Oh. Yeah!” He says catching on to what I meant. “Definitely!” He smirks.
I laugh and roll my eyes as I make it to the restroom. I put paste on my toothbrush and look into the room.
“Might wanna unlock your room. Don’t want them trying to come into the room and them thinking we’re up to something,” I say with a chuckle.
“Right!” He says with remembrance. I continue to brush my teeth as Louis goes to unlock his bedroom door.
As I’m finished brushing my teeth I grab my makeup bag and I go and sit on Louis' bed. I grab my little mirror and put on some moisturizer as I get comfy on his bed.
Louis is now in the restroom styling his hair.
“Lord Tewkesbury or Sid?” Louis asks regarding his hair.
“Whichever one you’d like my love,” I say with a smile as my heart skips a beat.
He nods and goes on with doing his hair.
I start putting on some foundation and blending it into my skin.
He finishes doing his hair and jumps onto the bed with me, laying his head on my lap.
I giggle.
“You’re such a baby!” I gush looking down at him.
“Oh hush! I’m just glad you’re here with me. Getting ready,” He whispers as he cuddles his head onto my lap.
“You know I’m not gonna be able to play with your hair or baby you cause I’m doing my makeup,” I chuckle looking down at him.
He sighs loudly.
“You know, you can just not do your makeup! You don’t need it anyways!” He says grabbing the mirror and proceeding to take it from my hands.
“Louis!” I gasp, trying to reach for it.
He lets out a loud laugh.
I frown and he continues to laugh.
“You’re mean!” I say with a sad face.
He chuckles.
“It’s fine. I don’t need a mirror to blend in my concealer,” I say with a shrug.
“Mhm. Sure.” He says holding on sacredly to the mirror.
I continue to blend in the concealer under my eyes without speaking to Louis. He continues to lay himself on my lap, not taking his eyes off me with a smirk.
Once I’m done with my base, Louis is laying straight up looking up at the wall.
I lower my face down to him and frown.
His eyes turn to me and he smiles knowing what I’m about to say.
“Okay for this part I really need the mirror. Please!” I plead as I give him my puppy dog eyes.
He shakes his head and I frown.
“Please,” I beg.
“Look who’s acting like a baby now!” He smirks.
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
“Come on Louis!” I say and reach over to grab the mirror.
“Okay fine!” He groans and hands it to me.
I’m taken aback by how easy that was and he notices. He now has a cheeky smile plastered on his face.
I furrow my eyebrows but choose to ignore it. I angle the mirror up to my face and start filling in my eyebrows. Then suddenly I feel Louis sitting on me, face on my chest. His legs are crisscrossed as he sits on my lap and puts his whole body weight on me as I’m trying to do my brows.
“Louis!” I yell at him as I couldn’t help but laugh.
He chuckles and replies with “What?”
“Oh my god!” I say as I place the mirror and eyebrow brush and pomade down.
He laughs knowing that would get my attention.
“You’re such a kid,” I say with a laugh as I kiss his head, which is below my face, laying on my chest. He’s so huge as he sits on me, his whole body leaning on me. His face and whole upper body against mine.
“This is how it feels when you come and sit on me, wrapping your legs around my waist when I’m sitting,” He says into my chest.
I chuckle.
“Well, it’s cute when I do it,” I tease.
He playfully gasps.
“See look when I do it at least I make it comfortable for the both of us. I wrap my legs around your waist and my arms around your neck. While you, just sit on my lap,” I laugh. “You’re not even hugging me or placing your legs anywhere comfy,” I say.
“Well seeee. I would buttt you’re doing your makeup so I can’t really get comfy or else you won’t be able to get it done cause I’d be in your way,” He says looking up at me. “I’m like wayyy bigger than you, so I’d be in your way of you doing your brows.” He says emphasizing on brows. “Anddd you’d make me get off of you so that’s why I’m doing the bare minimum!” He defends and mocks.
I laugh.
“Right ‘bare minimum’ when you’re literally sitting on me,” I say with a chuckle.
He lets out a laugh.
“Wellll when you put it like that…” He trails with a bright smile. “Alright I’ll get off of you now,” He says, going up to kiss my cheek.
“Okay! But only if we do this later when I’m not trying to do something,” I chuckle.
“Deal!” Louis says with a chuckle.
He gets off me and lays beside me slightly placing his head on my thigh. He trails his finger up and down my thigh in boredom. I let out a shiver and he looks up at me and smirks.
I smile and roll my eyes.
He looks back down and continues with his antics.
I finish off my brows and start to add concealer onto them to fix them up and complete them.
As I do, Louis continues to trace his fingers along my skin causing me goosebumps.
I could hear Louis giggle from below.
I shake my head and smile.
After a few minutes, I grab some blush and highlighter.
“Okay, I know you’re bored! So if you’d like you can add these onto my cheeks.” I trail on. “BUT, carefully!” I warn as his eyes widen.
He sits down immediately onto the bed and grabs the blush.
“Okay so be careful with the blush because it’s really pigmented,” I warn.
He makes a face of confusion.
“Okayy.. I think I know what that means,” He says, patting the brush onto the blush.
My eyes trail to his facial expression and his eyebrows and face seem really tense. I smile as I see that he really is taking this seriously.
“Okay..” He trails as he carefully swifts the brush on my cheekbones.
“Go on!” I assure and he nods.
He continues on with the highlighter and really seems to be concentrating on it.
I couldn’t help but smile.
“Why are you smiling?” He questions.
I open my eyes and they immediately meet his worried ones.
“Nothing. It’s just you really seem focused. It's cute,” I smile and peck his lips.
He smiles and grins. His white teeth showing. It was adorable. He looked adorable. Damn, I really am lucky to have Louis.
“Okay, now I just gotta curl my lashes and put on mascara,” I explain. He nods. “And then once I’m done you can spray on my setting spray,”
“That sounds exciting!” He exclaims and I let out a laugh.
I curl with my lashes and proceed to put on a couple of coats of mascara. Once they’re where I want them to be I get Louis to go on with the final step.
He was already ready at hand, with the setting spray.
I chuckle and nod, giving him the cue to spray away.
I close my eyes and he clicks away. I instantly feel the wet sprays, which come to a stop once Louis is finished.
“Finally!” He sighs and lays down cuddling into me.
I chuckle.
“Louis, I still have to do my hair,” I say with a laugh.
He looks at me and lets out a loud groan.
“I’m sorry,” I say and get off the bed, heading to the bathroom.
“I’m just going to quickly curl my tips,” I say brushing my hair.
“Okayyy.” He says with a sigh as he finds a comfortable position on his empty bed.
I giggle and start to curl the ends of my hair.
Once I’m halfway through my hair I call out to Louis.
“Babe. You might want to start getting dressed. I’m almost done with my hair, so if you want some spare time for me to baby you, finish getting ready!” I say as he shifts in his bed.
“Okay!” He says getting off of his bed and going to grab his clothing for the day.
I go back to doing my hair and from the corner of my eye, I see him taking off his shirt.
I smirk but continue to do my hair anyways.
I hear his hums from the restroom as I finish curling the last end. I grab my outfit from the bag and start undressing.
Louis’ eyes make it to his girlfriend and sees that she's taking off her bottoms. He doesn’t know whether to continue his gaze or look away.
Eventually, he goes back to getting changed himself.
I look over at Louis and see that he’s only in his briefs.
I smile at how alluring and good looking he is.
“You’re so handsome,” I blurt out.
His eyes widen as they meet mine. He then chuckles.
His eyes meet my exposed shoulders as I’m only in a bra as I’m trying to get the straps on.
He smirks.
“And you’re so beautiful!” He says with a cheeky smile.
I smile and blow him a kiss.
As I’m finished putting my dress on, I head into his room and go in to hug him from behind. He has some khaki pants on, a nice dress shirt, a small gold chain, and sneakers.
He looks impeccable.
“Wow. You look amazing Louis!” I say and wrap my arms around him from behind.
I can see his smile from the mirror in front of him and he instantly turns over to me.
He picks me up slightly and kisses my lips.
I giggle and pull away.
“You’re adorable,” I mention and look at him in awe.
“No. You’re adorable!” He chimes.
I smile and kiss his lips right before pulling away.
He chuckles and puts me down.
“Now, you’re the one that looks amazing!” He says as his eyes trail down to me.
I blush and smack his chest playfully in response.
“Ow.” He winces.
I giggle and go in to peck his lips once more.
“You truly look amazing!” He says, not letting his eyes off of me.
I giggle and thank him.
I had on a casual floral dress. It wasn’t over the top but it wasn’t simple either.
“Thanks, bub,” I say cheekily with a wide smile.
Louis chuckles and bends down to peck my lips.
I giggle and straighten out his dress shirt.
“Should I wear a crew neck over the button up?” Louis asks as he looks down upon himself.
I think for a bit.
“I think you’d look good both with and without it. But take it just in case it gets chilly.” I advise.
Louis nods and goes to grab a charcoal brown crewneck.
“Perfect,” I say with a smile as I grab onto his arm.
He looks down at me and grins.
We both head over and lay on his bed.
He chuckles.
I roll my eyes, knowing he’s excited cause I can finally give him my attention.
He lays his head on my shoulder.
“Come here, birthday boy,” I say and motion for him to lay on my lap.
He does so and lays his head on me.
I go in to play with his hair, which I love.
“God, I love it when you do that!” He sighs as he closes his eyes, his head against my lap.
I chuckle and continue to roam my fingers through his hair, gently tracing my fingers through his scalp.
He rubs his head into my lap, as he cuddles deeper into me.
I smile knowing he’s enjoying my touch.
He looked adorable as his eyes were closed in bliss.
I lowered my head down to his lips and he puckered up his lips to connect the two. I smiled before proceeding to give into his lips. I grabbed onto the side of his face with the palm of my hand as I gently massaged it, as our lips created their own magic.
We were so into our own little world that we didn’t even realize that Issie and Millie had just entered the room.
“Aww! Look at you two, all dolled up, and sucking each other's faces off. Nice scene to walk into huh Iss?” Millie’s voice echoed through the room.
My eyes widened and Louis and I both broke off the kiss.
“Oh yeah! Definitely, Mills, especially since our brother is the submissive one in this case,” Issie says.
I bit my lip, trying to hold in my laughter.
Louis was still in my lap, rolling his eyes.
“And what? It’s my birthday!” Louis shoots back, sitting up.
“Eww! Gross! I don’t want to hear that!” Millie shrieks.
“I would prefer not to hear about your sexual life and how you want it on your birthday!” Issie says in disgust.
“What?! I didn’t even say anything like that!” Louis says to them in defense.
“Well.. you kinda did imply it, babe,” I say as I wrap my arm around his shoulders and give him a peck on his cheeks.
He rolls his eyes at his sisters again.
“Well, we’re all ready now. We’re just waiting on mom,” Millie says, completely changing the subject.
She shudders as she’s about to sit on the bed but backs off.
I laugh, shaking my head.
“We didn’t even do anything! You were literally jumping on my bed not so long ago!” Louis speaks, with an eye roll.
I reach over to grab Millie’s hand and pull her into the bed.
“Here, I'll give you a kiss too,” I say and kiss her cheek once she falls into the bed.
“Gross! I don’t know where those lips have been!” Millie says.
“OH MY GOD!” Louis says as he lets himself fall back into his bed with his hands in his face.
Issie is dying of laughter, so I pull her in quickly and send her a kiss.
“Oh nooo!” She complains as my lips meet her skin. “No! No! No!”
“We are neither confirming nor denying your allegations,” Louis says with a smirk as he sits back up.
“Louis!” I shriek as I feel my cheeks go red.
Millie starts making gagging noises and Issie scoots farther away from us as possible.
“What!” He says with a growing smile.
“You know what!” I scold.
Louis pulls me by the arms and causes us to both fall back into his bed.
“As much as I’d like to admit you guys are cute. That was no fun topic to speak about!” Millie says with a worried expression.
Louis laughs evilly.
James peeks his head through the open door.
“Time to go!” He smiles and heads off.
We all stand up from the bed. Louis goes to grab my hand, he intertwines them and squeezes our hands gently.
I smile and pull our intertwined hands to my lips and give them a little kiss.
He cheekily smiles and we start heading out his door.
“You girls look beautiful by the way!” I say to them as we all walk down the hallway.
“Thank you! You look gorgeous,” Issie says to me with a huge smile.
“You do look amazing y/n!” Millie smiles.
“Aww thank you, guys!” I smile and we all make it down the stairs.
Liz gasps once she sees us all.
“You all look wonderful!” She gushes.
We all thank her.
“You look lovely, Liz!” I smile.
“Thank you, darling!” She smiles.
“Come on, let's take a few pictures before we head out!” She pleads.
The four of us pose for the picture. Louis and I in the middle, Millie beside me, and Issie beside Louis.
After a couple of photos were taken, I let them take a couple of photos of just the three of them. I then offer to take photos of them all.
James and Liz join in with Louis, Millie, and Issie. I snap a couple of photos to get everyone's good sides.
“Come on y/n!” James calls me in. He swifts his hand signaling me to join them.
I nod with a smile and Liz leads me over and squeezes me in next to Louis. I blush and thank her.
James was in the corner ready to take a couple of photos, camera held up high to capture us all.
Louis wraps his arm around me and I lay my head on his chest. I put one of my arms behind his back and one on his chest as I lay my head on him.
We all smile for the picture and James takes a couple.
“Alright let's head out. We’re taking the car even though we might get more traffic but going on the train is going to be a hassle,” Liz explains.
“Mum. There’s no rush!” Louis assures her.
“Louis, well what’s the purpose of a breakfast if we’re not going to eat early?” Liz comments.
Issie and Millie let out a laugh.
“Alright. Alright. I guess we are in a rush. Speed away father,” Louis says once we’re all settled into the car.
Louis is on the left side of the car, I’m beside him, and to my right is Millie and then Issie.
James starts the car and drives off.
Louis puts his arm around me and pulls me in by my shoulders. He puts his lips against my temple and sweetly kisses it.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” I whisper to him and he nods with a vibrant smile.
“So where are we eating exactly?” Issie asks her parents.
“To a nice restaurant that’s famous for their breakfast selection,” Liz explains.
“Famous?!” Louis says. “Oh mum, choosing an expensive place, am I right? Mum you didn’t have to. I’d be happy with anything!”
“Nonsense! It’s your special day,” James exclaims.
Louis smiles.
“Well thank you, nonetheless. You didn't have to but thanks,” Louis smiles.
James continues driving for about 15 to 20 minutes.
Meanwhile, the four of us in the back decided to play Who’s Most Likely To.
“Louis is definitely most likely to jump into a dumpster!” Issie exclaims.
Louis opens his mouth but nothing comes out of it. He’s just left with his mouth agape.
I giggle and nod.
“It’s definitely you, Louis! You literally have dove into a bunch of trash bags,” I say with a laugh.
“Literally everyone has seen that video!” Millie says in between laughs.
“Okay. Fine. I’ll take it I guess,” He says with a little eye roll.
I let out a laugh, as everyone in the car does as well.
We continue to foolishly ask questions which leads everyone in the vehicle to erupt in laughter.
James pulled up to a fancy looking restaurant. It looked full and impacted with many guests. It had both outdoor and indoor seating.
James found a place to park the car and we all stepped out of the vehicle. Louis hopped out of the car before me and lent me a hand to step out. I smile out at him and place my hands on him. As I make it out of the car, Louis closes the car door behind me.
“M’lady,” He cheekily says.
I smile and let out a cute laugh
James smiles at us as he exits the car himself.
“Okay let’s head in. We have reservations. Thank goodness cause look at the place,” She sighs in relief as we enter the doors.
Louis walked beside me as his hand was placed in my lower back. I smile at how he’s such a gentleman.
“Six for the Partridges,” James notifies the fancy main entrance.
Louis lowers his lips to my ear.
“See they already see you as a Partridge,” He whispers deeply into my ear.
I blush and look over into his eyes.
He has a huge smile placed on his lips.
I giggle and as I was about to respond we were already being led to our table.
Louis pulls out my chair and leads me to sit. I blush and sit on the comfy fancy looking chair.
Louis pushes me in a bit and pats my hair and he goes to sit beside me and across from his parents.
Right as we’re getting seated a couple workers were already handing us freshly squeezed juice.
I smile in thank you and simultaneously Louis and I reach for each other’s hands, from each other’s chairs.
We both laugh within each other and take in the freshly squeezed juice, which was delicious.
“Wow, mum. This is really good!” Louis shockingly says as he places the cup down.
Liz smiles and seems proud of her choice of breakfast.
We get handed the menus that we made of thick rich paper.
“Wow mum, even the menus are expensive!” Millie says as she opens it up.
I giggle and open up the menu myself.
I look over the breakfast selection and see they have everything anyone could ask for.
“Look over the menu if you’d like but we’re ordering the platter that gives us all the main dishes the restaurant offers for breakfast,” James notes to us as Liz nods.
“So we’re like having our own little buffet? Here at our table,” Issie questions.
“Precisely,” James smiles with a nod.
“Wow. Ok,” Louis says in amazement.
“You deserve it,’ I whisper to him with a smile.
He looks at me with love in his eyes.
“Thanks love!” He whispers back and he squeezes our hands.
I smile and we both face the table again.
Liz is ordering the platter and we all continue to drink the delicious not too thick juice.
We all start to converse once we’re settled and have placed our order.
“How does it feel to be an adult now?” Issie jokes.
“Oh! You know, life changing!” Louis claims.
I let out a giggle.
“I feel like a totally different person!’ He exaggeratedly says.
We all let out small laughs.
Soon various workers came over to our table. They all had huge platters of different breakfast dishes in their hands. They set it all down at our table. And man, let me tell you! There was sooo much food!
There were pancakes of all sorts of flavors with unique shapes, waffles, french toast, crepes, fruit, syrups of all kinds, breakfast burritos, bacon, mashed potatoes, hash browns, bacon, eggs.
“Mum! We are never going to finish all this food! I feel like I'm eating with the queen!’ Louis exclaims as his eyes gaze through the variety of food.
“Wow! I feel full just by looking at all of this food,” I say with a giggle.
“Let’s dig in!” Liz says, grabbing a plate.
We all nod in agreement and reach over to grab empty plates.
I reach to grab a plate but Louis was already handing me one.
“Here ya go,” He says with a bright smile.
“Wow what a gentleman,” Issie teases as she goes to grab some waffles.
I smile and grab the plate from his hand.
“Thank you, Louis!” I say with a pout. He’s so sweet and thoughtful.
“As he should!” Millie demands and I let out a laugh.
“I will always treat her right,” Louis says, grabbing a plate for himself.
“Well, I’m glad you do, Louis. I have always told you to be respectful and to treat a girl right and I am really glad and proud of you for treating y/n this way,” Liz says with a proud smile.
I turn over to Louis with a smile and he looks over at me. He looks straight into my eyes and squeezes our intertwined hands three times. I smile. Gosh, he makes me melt every time. I blush and smile a thank you to him.
Every time one of us squeezes each other's hand three times, it indicates us secretly saying I love you, to one another. Each squeeze represents each word. It was our thing.
I love him too.
I turn away as I feel my cheeks warm up.
“Aww she’s blushing,” Issie teases as she pokes my sides.
From the corner of my eye, I see Louis turn once he hears Issie’s statement.
James and Liz laugh in awe.
Once Louis realizes that I certainly am blushing he lets go of our hands and pulls me into him.
“Aww. C’mere!” He smiles as he kisses my temple.
They all laugh and continue filling up their plates.
As they all place their attention on serving themselves breakfast, my face no longer turns red.
Louis gives me another temple kiss before letting me go.
I smile and go to serve myself portions from different platters.
As I finish filling my plate, I dig my fork into a pancake.
They look so delicious.
I placed the fork into my mouth and I was already in a food coma. The food was incredibly delicious. The pancakes were so fluffy and warm. Without a doubt, they were the best pancakes I’ve ever tried.
I continued digging into the other portions and it was all too delicious.
“Wow, this is really delicious mum!” Louis says with a full mouth of eggs and bacon.
I giggle as his parents scold him.
“Okay okay! I’m sorry!” He says quickly swallowing his food.
“This is why we can’t have nice things, Louis!” Millie scolds.
Louis is left with his mouth agape.
“It’s literally my birthday guys. I was trying to show my gratitude mum!” Louis defends.
I roll my eyes at him and Liz shakes her head.
“Point was you were talking with a mouth full of food and we’re in a high end restaurant, Louis,” Issie adds.
“I feel really attacked,” He says and digs into more food.
James and I laugh.
“Just eat your birthday breakfast, babe,” I say, patting his back.
“Mhm.” He says pretending to be hurt.
“Oh stop!” I say with a smile.
He couldn’t hide his smile anymore and let out a laugh.
“You’re such an idiot,” Millie says with a playful eye roll.
Louis lets out an adorable laugh and I couldn’t help but smile and feel warm on the inside.
He was my idiot.
Towards the end of our meal, an enormous group of employees surrounded our table.
“Oh no…” Louis whispered loud enough for me to hear.
I giggle and hold his hand.
“Who in this table is Louis?” A worker called out.
We all pointed at Louis and he rose his hand.
“That’ll be me,” Louis calls out.
They hand him a candlelit dessert.
As it was placed in front of him, all eyes in the restaurant were on him.
The employees erupted into a song to wish Louis a Happy Birthday.
“Woohoo!” James and Liz cheer from across the table.
I let go of Louis' hand and began to cheer him on.
We all clap our hands as the singing ceases.
“Thank you,” Louis kindly says to us all.
The workers nod and reply with ‘you’re welcome'.
Liz stands from her seat and goes to hug her boy.
Louis smiles appreciatively and goes in to hug her, as well.
He’s so sweet to his parents. He hugs her tightly and whispers words of gratitude only for her to hear.
She goes on to kiss his cheek and he flushes.
Her mom lets go and James goes in to pat Louis.
“Happy Birthday son. You know we love you and we’ll always be here for you. We believe in you and here’s to many more,” James says pulling Louis in.
“Thanks, dad!” Louis says holding onto his father.
“Happy Birthday Louis!” Millie calls out from her seat.
“Love you!” Issie smiles.
“Thanks, guys. Much appreciated!” He says gracefully.
We all stood up and headed out of the restaurant.
Louis and I walked behind everyone as we headed to the car.
“What are we doing now?” Louis cheekily says.
I turn over to look at him and smile.
“It’s a surprise!” I beam.
“A surprise?!” He exclaims.
“Mmhmm!” I nod.
“What kinda surprise?” He questions placing his lips on my cheek, hoping I’d give him more information.
“I can’t tell you,” I giggle.
He lets out a whine and lets his head fall back.
“Nope. Not happening!” I smile looking at his impatience.
“Can you at least give me a hint?” He pleads.
“You’ll eventually find out. As of right now you just can’t know,” I giggle.
“Ughh!” He groans as we make it to the car.
I roll my eyes and laugh to myself.
Louis opens the door for me and heads into his seat after me.
“Why is he being annoying this time?” Millie asks.
“Y/N won’t tell me my surprise!” He desperately says.
“Well it’s supposed to be a surprise,” James says, turning on the car.
“Wait! So you know what it is?” Louis says as his eyes glow.
They all nod.
“This sucks!” He says, crossing his arms.
“Alright here. I was going to wait until we got home. But since you’re upset about not knowing y/n’s surprise. We can give you ours right now,” Liz says, pulling out a black box from her purse.
“What is this?” Louis says as he holds the black box in the palm of his hands.
“Our first surprise,” James says looking at the back seat from the rearview mirror.
‘Why thanks guys,” Louis smiles as he opens up the black box, revealing an elegant watch.
His eyes widened in amazement.
“Mum! Dad!” Louis lets out in shock. “Thank you! I don’t even know what to say! I don’t even know how to react.” Louis says attentively, laying his eyes on the watch.
“I got my first watch on my 18th birthday and I wanted to do the same for you. Keep it going you know?” James says from the driver's seat.
“It's very grand. I can’t thank you enough!” Louis says looking up to his parents.
“Well put it on!” Issie clamors.
Louis carefully pulls the watch out and unclips it, placing it through his wrist. His other hand clips on the watch to his hand.
Louis flicks his wrist and smiles.
“Thank you, dad! Thank you, mum! Looks good doesn’t it?” He says to them and he shows them his arm.
“It looks great honey!” Liz smiles.
“It really does! It goes perfectly! James says as he looks at the watch on Louis’ wrist.
His eyes turn back to the road as we pull up to the Partridge’s neighborhood.
“Ahhh! Okay, time to close your eyes!” Liz says as she jumps in her seat.
“What?” Louis laughs nervously.
“Close your eyes quickly!” James warns.
“Bloody hell! What’s going on?!” Louis says not closing his eyes.
“CLOSE YOUR EYES!” Millie and Issie yell.
“No! Not until I know what’s going on!” He replies.
“Oh my god!” I reply as I see that the house is nearing our sight.
Everyone in the car is yelling for him to shut his eyes, so I do it for him.
I quickly place my hands over his eyes, right in time for him to not see his other present, parked in the driveway.
I gasp as I see the black sports car lavishly parked on their driveway.
“WHAT! What’s going on?” Louis questions as he tries to open his eyes, once he hears my gasp.
We all choose to ignore him.
Now I knew he was getting his first car but seeing it now in close proximity, I was excited. It was nice, really nice.
James parks on the sidewalk that leads to the driveway where Louis’ sports car is.
Everyone excitedly gets out of the car. James and Liz open the door so Louis and I can get off.
“Okay, step out of the car,” James speaks.
“Well I mean I can’t really see,” Louis mutters.
“Just get out of the car! Hurry!” I exclaim.
“Okay okay!” He rushes.
He places his feet out onto the ground and carefully stands, with me behind him. Eyes still covered by my hands.
“Keep walking…” I trail as I lead him from behind.
He does so and we all lead him to the front of the car.
“What is going on?” He asks.
“Okay in 1… 2…. And 3… !” We all yell and I let go of my hands. He flutters his eyes open and gasps in surprise.
“Bloody hell! Is it mine? No way!” He says as he runs his hand through his hair walking towards the black vehicle.
“All yours!” James smiles.
“No way!” He says in shock.
“But… As of right now. It’s y/n’s,” Liz says, handing me the keys.
Louis looks over to me in confusion as I smirk.
“I’m soooo confused right now!” He says as he looks around.
I walk to the driver’s side of the car.
“Get in, loser!” I say jingling the keys over the car.
He furrows his eyebrows with a growing smile as he walks over to the passenger side.
I smirk as I open the door hopping into the car. I grip the steering wheel once I’m seated and I take a look around at the black interior.
I hear Louis open the passenger door. He bends down, half of his body in the car, taking a look at it in astonishment. Hand on the open door as he looks in.
Fuck that’s hot. His large hand gripped onto the wide open door of the passenger seat.
Louis looks over at me, face close to mine.
“Is it actually mine?” He says with a smile.
“Yes!” I beam with a huge smile. “Now come on!” I say excitedly for him to come in.
He furrows his eyebrows and smiles.
“What are you planning?!” He asks deeply as he reluctantly gets in the car.
As he shuts the door I fasten my seatbelt.
“Be safe!” Liz yells from the driveway.
I start the car and lower the window. I wave out to them and nod.
“Why is she saying that? Why do we have to be safe?” Louis bombards with questions.
“BYEE!” They all shout.
“BYEE!” I yell with a huge smile.
I start reversing out of the driveway and Louis confusingly waves bye to his family.
“What’s going on y/n? Tell me!” He says with a huge smile.
“We’re going… somewhere…” I trail off and we wave goodbye before I drive off.
“Where are we going?” He questions annoyingly as he grabs my hand.
“You really want me to drive with one hand in your brand new car?” I question with a smile as I look over at him for a split second.
“I can’t even believe it’s my car. I haven’t acknowledged it as my car. It hasn’t hit me yet,” He explains, his eyes fixated on me.
“Well, it’s your car! Take it all in!” I say as I turn over to him, looking at him with a cocked brow and smile.
“Hmm.” He hums looking around.
“This day has been like no other! It's been fantastic!” Louis beams.
“I’m happy for you, baby,” I smile looking over at him and away from the road.
He looks at the road and sees that it's clear, so he quickly goes in for a kiss.
“Thank you, baby!” He says right after he pulls away.
I smile and continue to drive.
“God. I can’t believe this is my car! That’s crazy!” He says as a wave of shock comes back in.
I laugh and keep my eye on the road, Louis still not having a clue as to where we're going.
“Now I’ll be able to bring you food when you’re hungry, drop by your room uninvited, take you on more dates, and all the things we can get away with while we’re in this car alone. By ourselves…” He trails getting quieter at the end.
I let out a snort.
I shake my head and giggle.
He laughs too.
“That's all I’m sayinggg!” He says in a singsong tone.
I giggle and shake my head as he holds onto my hand.
“Okay, we’ve been driving for a while now! Where are we going?” He chuckles, looking over at me.
“We’re spending the day in London!” I shouted with a giggle. “We can go wherever you want and do whatever you want!”
“That sounds delightful. I get to spend the day with you in my town. What more could I ask for?” He says sweetly.
I blush and he goes to grab my face proceeding to squish my cheeks.
I giggle and pat his hand away.
“I’m trying not to crash your car,” I say with a giggle.
“Oh also did I forget to add that we’re staying the night in the city?” I say with a smile as we start nearing the big building of London.
“What? Louis baffles.
“I got us a room. So no need to worry about heading home or worrying about curfews. We’re all alone, to do whatever we want,” I smile brightly.
“Y/N! You’re literally the best! You know me all too well!” He smiles and takes my hand to his lips.
I feel all mushy as he places his lips against my skin.
“I knew you’d want a day all to ourselves, so I planned it out just like that. We have extra clothes in the back for the night, that Issie placed earlier this morning. And now it's just up to you. What would you like us to do!” I reckon.
“You’re perfect! Literally perfect!” He expresses and he continues to add kisses to our intertwined hands.
I blush and hide away as I focus on driving.
“Well, we can walk around the streets, sightsee, grab some drinks, some snacks. As of right now, all I want to do is walk around, you by my side as I hold your hand or have my arm around you,” He says with a twinkle in his eye.
“Aww Louis!” I say with a pouty face.
He chuckles and marks a kiss on my cheek.
I drive into the big streets and look around for a parking spot.
“Birthday luck,” Louis calls, pointing towards an empty parking spot.
I sigh.
“Thank goodness!” I say in relief.
Louis chuckles and I go to park his car in the street.
As I successfully parked I turn off the car.
Louis immediately stops me from doing anything.
“Don’t move!’ He ordered.
I chuckle and stay seated as he exits the car and goes to my side to open my door.
“M’lady,” He says in a posh accent, which really is just a deeper British accent for him.
I giggle and place my hand on Louis’ as he has it out for me.
I smile sheepishly as he’s bowed down.
“Louis…” I trail shyly.
“What? I’m being a gentleman to my girlfriend, soon to be wife,” He remarks.
I laugh and shake my head.
“You’re adorable!” I whisper as I have my face millimeters away from his. He smiles as he looks me in the eyes, his eyes full of love and adoration as he looks into me. I went in for a kiss, it was sweet and slow.
Louis pulls away, our lips still pressed on one another.
“I love you,” He whispers.
I swift my eyes down and smile. I look back up into his brown eyes and peck my lips onto his once more.
“I love you, too,” I murmur into our lips.
“Come on. Let’s go,” He says and grabs my hand, leading me into the streets of London.
He walks fast with his long legs.
“Louis!” I shriek. “You’re speed walking over here. While I’m like being dragged!” I say with a laugh.
He looks back at me and laughs.
“Sorry!” He says. “I just want to take you to this place. I’m excited.”
I giggle and go in to kiss his cheek.
“I fucking love you. You’re just too cute and adorable. I can’t handle it!” I say as I giggle into his cheek.
He lets out a laugh and turns his head causing our lips to interlock, as I was previously kissing his cheek.
He longingly kisses me and pulls away with a sly smile.
“I saw what you did there!’ I say with a smirk.
We eventually made it.
“Okay this place has the best and I mean best ice cream!” Louis thrills.
“Alright. I’ll take your word for it!” I say and I walk straight into the shop.
We both order a sundae that gives us the option of 5 scoops of our choice of ice cream.
“Okay we’ll get chocolate,” Louis starts.
“Vanilla,” I continue.
“Rocky Road.”
“Chocolate Chip.”
“And strawberry,” Louis ends.
The worker nods and starts preparing our sundae which has whipped cream, peanuts, chocolate syrup, and a couple of cherries.
“It looks delicious!” I say as I grip Louis' hand and lay my head on his arm.
He looks down at me and smiles.
“You’re so cute!” He says, looking down at me in awe.
I look up at him and blush.
I tippytoe barely reach his height and go in to kiss his beautiful lips.
“I love you,” I murmur into the kiss.
He smiles and murmurs it back.
Our names are called and we head out with sundae in hand. We find an empty bench that gives us a view of London’s Tower Bridge and its waters.
After a bit of silence and our sharings of the sundae, Louis lets out a sigh.
“I love this day,” He says, looking out into the distance.
My gaze stays fixated on him and he looks out into London’s waters.
I lay my head on his chest and wrap my arms around him. I look up and his neck calls out to me. I smile and press my lips against his neck.
He immediately looks down at me as my lips are pressed onto his neck.
“You’re really going to tempt me in the middle of London?” He smirks.
“I’m not even trying to tempt you,” I say with a playful eye roll. “Your neck is just right here as I’m laying my head on your chest and I just can’t help but kiss you.” I cutely say.
He chuckles and shakes his head.
After a couple of seconds of silence, he speaks up again.
“I could live like this forever and never complain,” He says and he puts his arm around my shoulder.
“As long as I’m in your arms I’d never complain,” I respond.
“As long as you’re in my arms I’d never complain.” He replies.
I smile into his chest.
Our ice cream sundae, now gone.
After a while of looking into the water and the Tower Bridge, we stood up to further our walk.
“Where to now?” I say from beside him.
He shrugs.
“I’m not sure.” He says as he holds onto my hand.
I nod and we continue to walk until we make it to the shops.
We randomly walk into a clothing store and we look around for a bit.
“Do you want me to buy you anything?” I gently ask, trying not to interrupt our comfortable silence.
He looks down at me like I’m crazy.
“Definitely not!” He exclaims.
“Louis. It’s your birthday!” I say.
“It’s okay! You've already done a lot for me today,” He explains.
“I haven’t done much!” I say looking up at him.
“Well you’ve done more than you know,” He says, bending down to kiss my lips.
He pulls away and I pout.
“Sorry sweetheart!” He says regarding ending the kiss. “I just need to get this point across. You’ve done a lot. A lot more than you think! Because all the little things you do, mean everything to me. Like your little surprise at midnight, the way you smile and look at me like I’m the only one you see, when you give me cute random kisses, hold my hand, when you baby me, when I ask you for clothing advice. Like the things you do, don’t go unnoticed. Because I notice and I’m aware of it all. You’ve done so much and now you bring me to London and tell me you got us a room. It’s more than I could ever ask for. Really,” He says as he holds both of my hands and looks at me as he speaks.
“Louis,” I say as I look up at him in awe. “I do all these things naturally. I don’t keep my eyes on you because I expect you to notice or because I want you to pay attention to what I do. When those small things happen it’s because I genuinely do them. Like they just happen at the moment. It happens because I care for you because I’m in love with you. I hold your hand and kiss you randomly because that’s what my heart and soul desire. You’re the one that my heart desires. It will always be you and I will always love you. This little trip to London is nothing compared to how much I feel and care about you! We could spend the day in Bora Bora or in your bed and I’d be happy just to be with you,” I say, intertwining our fingers as our hands are already being held.
“And I feel the same way. As long as I’m with you I’m happy. It doesn’t matter where we are, I’ll always be glad to be with you. My heart desires you too. Like if the body was ruled by the heart instead of the brain I’d be kissing you 24/7, nonstop, all the time. I’d have you on me and against me for like ever!” He says with a cheeky smile.
I shake my head and smile.
“The workers are probably wondering if we’re going to buy something or if we’re just going to longingly look into each other's eyes the whole time!” I say with a chuckle.
Louis lets out a laugh. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here!”
“Before we leave. Are you sure you don’t want you to get anything?” I ask before we exit.
“Definitely not!” He says with a chuckle.
I giggle. ‘Okay.”
We exit the shop.
“Now the real question is do you want me to buy you anything?” He says holding onto my arms as he moves in front of me blocking my sight.
“If you don’t let me buy you anything, I’m not letting you buy me anything!” I say with sass.
Louis snickers and rolls his eyes.
“Why do you make things so complicated?” He says as we continue to walk.
“What? I’m not even making it complicated!” I say letting out a laugh.
He stays quiet and tries to hide the smile that’s daring to show.
I smile and roll my eyes.
“You’re-”
He quickly shushes me and places a finger onto my lips.
“I’m not complicated!” He immediately says as he injects my sentence.
My mouth is left agape.
“If you weren’t complicated and extra, you wouldn’t have shushed me!” I interject.
He rolls his eyes.
“Whatever,” He says.
I look away from him with a smile, shaking my head.
We walk around the shops with our hands intertwined.
“I still can’t believe I have a car now. That’s insane!” He beams as he looks down at me.
“I know, right? It’s quite nice,” I smile up at him.
He nods and hums in amusement.
My eyes wander around and I gasp once I see a bakery.
“What?” Louis questions at my gasp.
“We have to go here! Come on! Come on,” I demand as I pull Louis towards the direction of the cake shop.
Louis takes a look inside the large windows and realizes it’s a bakery in which you get to decorate your own cake.
He sees my large smile and shakes his head.
“If you insist,” He says with a laugh.
“Oh come on. It’ll be fun. We’ll get to eat the cake that we decorate!” I say knowing he wants to do it just as much as me.
“Oh alright.” He says with a playful eye roll.
“Yayy!” I say and tippytoe to kiss his cheek.
His cheeks flush and we both enter the shop.
We get handed a cake and get told where all the decorations and supplies were located.
“Let’s get started!” Louis smiles as we comfortably sit across from each other.
The round cake that’s covered in fondant is placed on the table.
Louis opens up a package that contains more fondant.
“I’m thinking of getting these cutters and shaping the fondant into random things,” Louis says as his focus is on trying to open up the fondant. I giggle at how hard he’s trying.
“Yeah, I grabbed a couple of cutters too!” I say placing them on the table.
“Ooo let me see!” Louis curiously says.
I smile and start explaining what each cutter is.
“So I got this star because you’re my star and because you’re becoming an excellent star in the business. Everyone’s going to know who you are!” I start and pause as I notice how interested Louis is in my choice of cutters, making me blush.
Louis hums for me to go on. His head in the palm of his hands.
I nod and go on. “Then I got this heart to represent how I feel about you,” I say, holding it up for him to see.
“Oh now you’re making me feel so basic about mine,” He gushes, causing me to laugh.
“I’m sure they’re great!” I say.
Louis picks up one of his cutters with a huge smile on his face trying to suppress his laughter but completely fails letting it all out.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” He says in between laughs. “So this one is of a little boy,” He says, holding it out for me to see. “I don’t know why I got it but I just did. I guess it can be me.” He dumbly says.
I furrow my brows and let out a smile.
“Okay?” I say letting out a small laugh. “Makes sense.”
“And then I got a ‘1’ and ‘8’’ He ends, holding the two numbers together to make an ‘18’.
“You’re so adorable you know that?” I say grabbing the fondant that Louis previously opened.
“Yeah, I think so,” He arrogantly says with a playful shrug.
I roll my eyes.
We start placing the cutters on the fondant and sticking them onto the cake.
“It’s coming along nicely,” Louis says as we finish adding all the shaped fondant.
I nod in agreement.
“Time for the icing!” I excitedly say, grabbing it.
“Take full reign,” Louis says, eyeing my next move.
I smile and start writing ‘Happy Birthday Louis’ on the face of the cake with an exclamation point. But instead of the exclamation point having a period at the bottom it has a heart.
“There,” I say with a proud smile.
“Perfect!” Louis softly says at the finished product and looks up at me. “You’re perfect.”
I melt at his compliment and pout. He goes to grab my hand from across the table and sweetly smiles.
“I love you,” He says with a voice to die for.
“I love you too!” I say softly to him. I lean over the table and sweetly peck his lips. He smiles.
“Shall we go now?” He asks and I nod.
Our cake gets placed in a box to go and I pay for the cake.
Louis frowns.
“It’s your birthday okay?” I say holding onto his hand.
He grunts to himself, causing me to laugh.
“Thank you!” Louis says to the worker as he gets handed the box.
We head out of the shop hand in hand. One hand was holding mine and his other was holding the box of cake.
“What time do we have to check into the hotel?” Louis asks as we walk mindlessly through the city.
“There’s no specific time,” I responded.
He smiles like he’s got something up his sleeve.
“Why?” I inquire.
“I have the perfect spot!” He beams with a huge toothy smile.
“Alright.” I say slowly waiting for him to reveal more of his ‘perfect spot’.
“So there’s this perfect place we can go to. It has a perfect view, it’s secluded, and we can eat our cake there!” Louis elated with beaming eyes.
“That sounds wonderful!” I say in awe as I swing our interlocked hands.
He chuckles and nods in agreement.
“We’ll have to take the car to our special destination,” He charmingly says.
I smile in favor and hand him the keys.
As soon as we make it to the car he lets go of my hand and jogs over to open the passenger side door.
“Aww. You’re so sweet, babe!” I say pouting and going in for a quick kiss.
He chuckles and closes the door for me once I’m seated in his car.
He gets in the car and places the cake in the backseat.
“Okay.” He says once he fastens his seatbelt. “It’s not too far from here but we’ll probably get stuck in traffic. Which isn’t that bad because we’ll kill time and make it right on time for the sunset,” He rants, pulling out of his parallel parking and onto the road.
“Wow, babe. That's kinda hot,” I let out. My eyes were on his hands that were placed on the fine black steering wheel.
He quickly looks over at me and chuckles.
His right hand leaves the steering wheel and firmly makes it onto my thigh.
“Hey! Both hands on the wheel sir!” I remark.
“Oh shove off!” He says with an eye roll which ends with my chuckle.
I place my hand on top of his and I see the smile that grows on his face making me feel the butterflies all over again.
“I can never get over the fact of how lucky I am to have you, Louis,” I softly say looking over to him.
“If anything I’m the lucky one, y/n,” He says looking over to me, taking his eyes off the road for a slight second.
I shake my head.
“I’m being serious, Louis,” I say just as soft. “I really am amazed with you. Everything about you,” I say intertwining over fingers and bringing our hands to my lips.
I sense his blush.
“Thank you.” He softly whispers. “I really appreciate it, love.”
I nod and hum in response.
I shift in my seat and lay my head on his right arm.
“You tired?” He asks, concerned.
I shake my head.
“No. I just feel comfortable is all.” I mumble out.
Louis nods cutely looking down at me in awe.
“This feels so surreal,” Louis says regarding driving his brand new vehicle.
“I’m sure it does!” I say standing up from my past position. “The sun seems to be going down,” I say looking out the window.
Louis looks out and looks at the sky.
“Good thing we’re here then,” Louis beams, turning off his car at the side of an empty street.
“Where are we?” I say unbuckling my seatbelt.
“You’ll see. Now come on!” Louis says getting out of the car and reaching out for the cake.
I chuckle in confusion as I get out of the car, following his lead.
“Come here,” He calls out to me with his hand out.
I skip over to him, grabbing his hand.
He leads me across the street to what seems like an abandoned parking building.
“The view looks amazing from up there!” Louis says as he leads me into the first floor of the parking structure. We make it to the stairs and start the venture up it.
“It’s a bit long but it’s worth it, I promise!” He says excitedly.
I laugh and nod.
Everything is worth it when I’m with him.
The flight of stairs was lengthy, it was around a dozen floors worth of stairs.
The sky was in full view when we finally made it to the rooftop of the building.
“Nice, right?” Louis says pulling me into him.
“Yeah. Nice.” I say looking around at the beautiful setting sky. “It looks beautiful.”
“It does and just wait for it to get dark! You’ll see all the lights from here. It really is an incomparable view,” Louis explains and finds a spot for us to sit that catches the view perfectly.
The sky showcased a nice array of deep colors. I hold onto Louis' hand and lay my head on his shoulder. I lay comfortably on him and he puts an arm around me.
“God I love you!” Louis sighs after a moment of silence.
I blush and look down.
“You’re adorable.” He lovingly says once he realizes I’m a blushing mess.
He pets the top of my head and looks out into the dazzling city of London.
“I wouldn’t trade this for the world,” I softly let out into the air.
“Me neither,” Louis hums, looking down at me and smiling.
“Your smile always kills me,” I say with rosy cheeks.
“My smile is just my body expressing and saying what I can’t form into words. I just look at you and I’m like damn.” Louis says, his voice lowering towards the end.
I smile and leave kisses on his hand.
“Shall we open our cake?” Louis asks, grabbing the box.
“Yes!” I beam out and situate myself up
Louis opens up the box and takes out the cake.
“Let me take one last look at it before it’s gone,” He says to himself as he takes one last look at it.
“Hey!” He calls out. “I didn’t know you added this?” Louis says with a surprised look on his face, pointing at the crown shaped fondant.
I geekily smiled.
“I added it while you weren’t looking! It signifies you being my prince, my king.” I shyly say, placing my hand on the opposite side of his face and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
“Aww. Baby!” He says slightly putting his body over mine, causing me to lean back. “You’re my queen,” He whispers against my lips, his body threatening to push me against the floor.
He looks down at my lips and they flicker back up to my eyes and without hesitation he presses his lips against mine, causing me to fall back. Our kiss deepens once I’m in between the ground and Louis.
Louis' hand makes it to my neck and jaw, holding it softly. We were there laying on a rooftop with our cake awaiting us. Louis lays on top of me and he pulls away, looking deep into my soul.
“Come on, let’s eat some cake,” He mumbles, sitting up and holding out his arm for me to grab. I do so and he pulls me up and we both sit.
He hands me a fork and we both dig in.
“This is delicious!” Louis says with a mouthful.
I giggle as he has a mouthful of the cake.
“Gosh, it looks beautiful out here!” I say, mesmerized by the bright lights of London in contrast to the now dark sky.
Louis nods and wraps his arms around my waist.
He looks over to me and then back at the view.
He prompts a kiss on my head and smiles.
I turn to look at him.
“What’s in that head of yours?” I ask curiously.
Louis shakes his head looking away.
“Just thinking of how amazing this moment is,” He lets out.
My heart warms up to his sweet thoughts.
I look down and place my hand over his hand that is placed on his lap. While the other is still wrapped around me.
He smiles at my small gesture. Loving how it felt to have my fingers tracing along the top of his hand. It gave him a nice ravishing feeling.
He couldn’t lie, he did feel a bit irked when the tickling of the tracing stopped when I went to get another fork of cake.
I giggle once I notice the disheveled look on his face.
He wasn’t good at hiding his thoughts.
“Come here,” I say with a laugh as I go to grab his free hand.
He laughs and I start tracing my nails along the top of his hand.
“I’m not looking forward to walking down that long flight of stairs!” I groaned out.
“We should just stay here,” He chuckled.
“Or…. You could just carry me.” I smiled jokingly.
“Do you want me to die!” He exclaimed, but his eyes immediately widened once he realized how that came out.
“What?!” I rose my brows at him in surprise. “Are you calling me-”
“No, no, no! Not like that! I swear! I just meant like it’s a long flight of stairs and it’s tiring walking down it on your own. I- I swear I wasn’t calling you anything like that! Carrying even a baby would be tiring because you’re holding something. Oh, fuck me.” He sighs as he tries to explain his horrible wording.
I let out a laugh and roll my eyes at him.
“You have such an amazing way with words, don't you Louis?” I tease.
“Oh stop!” He says, rolling his eyes at me. His smile curled up into his cheeks after he let out a huge sigh in relief, knowing that I understood that he was in no way saying anything harmful.
“You’re such an idiot!” I say playfully shoving him.
“Wellll I’m your idiot!” He beams.
I giggle and nod.
“Okay. I'm just glad you didn’t take it the wrong way!” He says with another sigh.
I giggle.
“I know what you meant, Louis,” I smile, pecking his lips in reassurance.
“Oh thank god!” He says with another huge sigh, holding his hand over his heart.
I let out a giggle with another eyeroll.
“Come on. Let’s get going before room service ends!” I smile standing up and lending my hand out for Louis to grab.
“Alright.” He smiles idiotically.
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It's the Pony Friends Forever ALL NEW Convention!
Join us in San Antonio Texas in November 5th through 7th 2021 for
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You can learn dye tips for HQG1C Blanks, old ponies and more with Dye Tips & Tricks Education at the A Horse of Every Color Dye Panel
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Sarah Partridge - Voice for Wind Whistler - you can meet her
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This anonymous pamphlet was issued in Paris in the year of our Lord 1540 and shows Alexander VI (Rodrigo Borgia, patriarch of the Borgias, specialists in deadly poisons, Pope from 1492) in his full regalia. When opening a paper flap in the upper part, the Antichrist emerges with the heading "EGO SVM PAPA" (I am the pope), whereby the papal insignia become a satanic instrument in the shape of a claw. In the text below he is described as servant of the Devil; an insatiable addict to the Seven Deadly Sins.
The work is sometimes attributed to Martin Luther, whose Ninety-five Theses nailed to the door of All Saints' Church in Wittenberg on 31 October 1517 gave the starting signal to the outbreak of war between Roman Catholics and reformists, despite the fact that Leo X –Pope at that time–, with the nonchalance of those who eat roasted partridges and drink the best Tuscan wines for breakfast, had dismissed them as "trifles of a German drunkard; when he's sober, he'll change his mind."
At the time the pamphlet was issued, the losses by the wars of religion were already numerous: 130,000 dead during the German Peasants' War between 1524 and 1525, followed by the Anabaptist rebellion that became strong in Münster ("The New Jerusalem") in 1534, led by the crazy Jan Matthys, self-proclaimed prophet and Führer of a regime of terror depicted in detail in the novel "Q" by Luther Blissett.
For thousands of Anabaptists trapped in Münster, the dream of revolution was over a year later when the bishop's army razed the city, murdering everybody there and hanging the corpses of the leaders in cages from the tower of the San Lambert Church, where they remain to this day (I mean, only the cages, folks!).
The human carnage in Europe, however, was just beginning • via Bibliothèque Infernale on FB
Anonymous German portrait of Rodrigo Borgia (born Rodrigo de Borja in Játiva, España, ca.1431): the 214th Pope of the Catholic Church as Alexander VI, patriarch and godfather of which it is consider the first Mafia family in history, the House of Borgia; father of at least four illegitimate children, apart from his five legitimate children, including Lucrezia Borgia (1480-1519), who was, according to rumours, the most accomplished poisoner of her time: some say she had a special preference for the Atropa belladonna, commonly known as deadly nightshade, a poisonous perennial herbaceous plant, a sibling one of the Datura stramonium and Mandragora autumnalis, which she kept in the form of powder inside a beautiful golden ring.
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Le Brique Restaurant Menu
Try Our Famous BREAD!
-Black bread
: hard, bitter, and served with a heaping helping of self-loathing!
-Bitter Bread of Moral Choices: There's nothing wrong with this bread, you're just going through some things. You’re Doing Great, Sweetie. This bread,however, is lost on you.
- Bishop's Rye: bread to make you strong
- The Toothbreaker: a dry stale crust, would you maybe like some soup or something?
- White Bread of Hope: Nice soft perfectly good French loaf. Best eaten with family.
- Fruits of the Field Loaf: Whatever stems, seed or fruit was left after harvest, baked into a lump with acorn flour. Served with hot water to soften it enough to eat, and an axe for cutting it.
-Bread Pudding of the Leviathan: a loaf of bread soaked in blood and what we'll call the metaphorical essence of the population, simmered over the flames of hatred and served in a fine sauce of desperation
Breakfast
-Crepes - they're crepes they're fine -
-Crepes des Gants- gloves in crepe batter, lightly pan fried; if it was real love you'd eat them
-Egg and Toast: an entire personal loaf of bread and one (1) egg, cooked however you like
-Eggs: served without permission. We’re not going to offer them but we guess we can’t stop you
Brunch
- Ham and Brie: just a nice meat and cheese plate! Served with bread, probably. Because you're a reasonable person who eats normal human food that is not overloaded with symbolic recurrence!
- Oysters: smoked or pickled, definitely not fresh. A Surprisingly Popular Snack
Dinner
- Pork Chops Three Ways: one pork chop, cooked at your table, by you, to be eaten in three stages, counting the bone
-Cabbage Soup : contains cabbage
-Cabbage and Bacon soup: contains cabbage
-Bread Soup : The finest local food oil of some sort mixed with our famous bread, in a broth of water steeped with fresh local herbs! May also contain boiled vegetables.
-Myriel's Special: Our Bread Soup, served with pork, mutton, figs, fresh cheese, and a loaf of rye bread
-The Carters' Dinner Special: marmot, partridges, goose, carp, and trout, all cooked to perfection over our old-fashioned wood fire! Guaranteed to not be served to any other clients who enter while it's cooking!
- Meat and vegetable plate, dessert included: Comes with unlimited servings of our famous B R E A D. Let our chefs choose for you! An affordable, filling meal for people on a budget who nonetheless want something that is actually food and not a tragic representation of societal inequality!
-Stuffed Carp: our aphoristically famous dish, cooked by our head chef! Unless it isn't, in which case it will still definitely be made from real food. That's our guarantee!
-The Surprise: a five-course meal of all our finest dishes, with an unexpected after-dinner treat! Truly life-changing!
Dessert and Fruit
-Bunch of Grapes: just a nice bunch of fresh grapes!
-Brioche a la Cygne: brioche dipped in fresh spring water, to be fought over with a swan
-Apple Turnovers: served with a long and complicated lecture
-Melon Festival: Fresh melons right from the garden!
-Windfall apples: slightly overripe garden-fresh fruit; best eaten while not being watched
-Apples By the Branch: extremely fresh, served accompanied with baffling circumstances and confusing allegations
-Student Special: Apples from the still life you were supposed to be painting, shoved into your supply satchel and eaten at home
Super Budget Specials!!
-Pawnshop Special: Give us your coat and watch, we'll give you food to match whatever we think they're worth !
-' Pipin' Hot" all day meal: yellow clay scraped from around our stovepipe! Eat until you traumatize a medical intern!
Drinks:
-Water, don't think about who brought it here
-Milk, fresh from the dairies of Pontarlier!
-Brandy
-Absinthe
-The Wine of Friendship: free refills, though this vintage is never very old
-Mauves Wine: a very good vintage
-Nitric Acid: a real finisher for the evening
-- @alicedrawslesmis I think it’s really shaping up here
#All Flaws in French On Purpose#for once#...I was gonna price them by the chapter in which they appear#then decided that would be too crunchy even for me#but let me know if there's any I forgot#or that are Confusing#food#sort of#no one in this dang book ever gets to just eat an apple in peace#Le Brique restaurant and Mostly Boulangerie#long post#sorry
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Twelve Days Of Christmas
Request: Yes / No I have a Spencer Reid Request? Well two ideas but you can pick which. One of the twelve days of Christmas (basically a lot of love and gift giving as its readers and Spencer’s first Christmas together) @lemonypink
Requests are open only if its CHRISTMAS/HOLIDAY/ WINTER related<3 Have a nice day/night
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1744
Warnings: Nothing, just fluff
Y/N: Your Name
Y/F/N: Your Full Name
Y/L/N: Your Last Name
Song: Twelve Days Of Christmas
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One thing I both loved and hated about Spencer was how he spoiled me. Everyone loved to be spoiled, sure, but I hated how much he spoiled me. He would always get me little gifts whenever he came home from a case, or he would take me out to expensive dinners. It was all too much, but he would never listen to me when I asked him to stop. He always said that I deserved to be spoiled rotton. This year, Christmas was no different. Twelve days before Christmas Spencer had given me a gift, a small little Christmas tree with cute ornaments on it.
“It’s for your office, I thought you might like it.” He said and I smiled.
“I love it, thank you Spence, but you didn’t have to.” I said and he smiled.
“I know.” He said and I shook my head with a smile.
On the first day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
A partridge in a pear tree
The next day he got me a small little stuffed dove. It was really very cute and it was something we could put on our shelf.
“It represents peace and love. They’re also known as messengers you know, they used to be used to send messages before pigeons.” He said and I smiled at him spewing another fact. I always loved when he would randomly tell me facts.
“Thank you Spence, but you didn’t have to.” I told him again.
“I know.” He said again.
On the second day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree
The day after that Spencer had gotten me a cute little stuffed french hen. I smiled at the small gift and my boyfriend.
“They represent faith, hope, and charity. I wanted to give this to you because you remind me of all of these.” He said and I smiled.
“That’s very sweet Spence, but you didn’t have to.” I said.
“I know.” He smiled.
On the third day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree
The next day Spencer got me a small parrot! I had always talked about growing up with birds and how much I loved it. It was a small blue bird, she was very sweet and Spencer had gotten all the supplies for her.
“Oh my gosh! Spencer, I don’t know what to say! Thank you!” I said happily.
“You’re welcome, I saw her and knew that you’d love her.” He said.
“Your name is Rain.” I said to her and she chirped happily.
“I think she likes it.” Spencer said and I smiled at him.
“You know, you didn’t have to.” I said and he smiled.
“I know
On the fourth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree
The next day, Spencer had taken me out to a nice dinner and then to the park where we had our first day. It was a very perfect date and I was happy to be with him. Spencer stopped and grabbed my hand. He lowered down to one knee and took a deep breath.
“Y/N, the first time I saw you I knew that I was in love with you. After what happened to me I didn’t think I’d be able to let anyone in ever again, but you changed my mind. You were the one that helped me pick up the pieces and put me back together. I love you with all my heart and as worried as I am that you’ll get hurt because of me, you reassure me everyday. Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” He said and my eyes widened when he pulled out an expensive looking ring. My eyes teared up and I smiled down at him.
“Yes! Yes, Spencer, I’ll marry you.” I said and pulled him in for a kiss. When we pulled apart he placed the ring on my finger.
“Spencer I would have been happy with a small simple ring, this is too much. You didn’t have to.” I said and he kissed me.
“I know.”
On the fifth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Five gold rings
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree
The day after that he took me out to a fancy breakfast to celebrate our engagement. It was very expensive and I don’t know why he wanted to spoil me like this, but I never know why he wants to spoil me.
“Spencer this is amazing, but you didn’t have to. We could have just had breakfast at home.” I said and he smiled.
“I know.” He said grabbing my hand.
On the sixth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Six geese a laying
Five gold rings
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree
The next day, Spencer took me to the zoo. The two of us enjoyed our time together and he told me facts about all the animals we saw. Most people found his facts annoying, but it was one of the many reasons I loved him. He always looked his happiest when he gave a fact.
“Thank you Spencer, this is so much fun, but you didn’t have to.” I said and he smiled.
“I know.” He said and kissed my hand.
On the seventh day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Seven swans a swimming
Six geese a laying
Five gold rings
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree
The next day, I came home to find Spencer had hired a maid servious. They had cleaned everything, our place hadn’t looked this clean in forever.
“I thought it would be nice for you. We’re both so busy all the time and I know when you come home you’re tired and don’t want to clean, so I wanted to help you out.” He said and I smiled.
“Spencer, you didn’t have to.” I said and he smiled.
“I know.”
On the eighth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Eight maids a milking
Seven swans a swimming
Six geese a laying
Five gold rings
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree
The next day, Spencer had taken me to see The Nutcracker ballet. It was a tradition in my family to see it around Christmas and I haven’t really kept up with that since I got my job. We watched as the men and women danced across the stage. I was mesmerized by the way they moved. I had trained to be a ballerina when I was growing up, but I chose a different path. Once it was over Spencer and I were driving home and I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
“Thank you so much Spencer. I had forgotten how much I loved ballet, but you didn’t have to.” I said and he smiled.
“I know.”
On the ninth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Nine ladies dancing
Eight maids a milking
Seven swans a swimming
Six geese a laying
Five gold rings, badam-pam-pam
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree
The day after that, Spencer took me to another ballet, this time with only men. The ballet was The Wind in the Willows, it was beautiful. Very different from the ballets I was used to seeing.
“This is great Spencer, thank you. But you didn’t have to.” I said when the intermission came.
“I know.” He said with a smile
On the tenth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Ten lords a leaping
Nine ladies dancing
Eight maids a milking
Seven swans a swimming
Six geese a laying
Five gold rings, badam-pam-pam
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree
The next day, Spencer and I went to an orchestra with only wind instruments. Spencer and I both loved orchestras and I was excited to see an only wind instruments. We took our seats and watched as the performers took their seats. The music filled the air and I looked at Spencer. He had a huge smile on his came and grabbed my hand. I looked back at the orchestra and smiled as well.
“Spencer, that was beautiful, but you didn’t have to.” I said when we left.
“I know.” He said as we left.
On the eleventh day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Eleven pipers piping
Ten lords a leaping
Nine ladies dancing
Eight maids a milking
Seven swans a swimming
Six geese a laying
Five gold rings, badam-pam-pam
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree
Finally it was Christmas and Spencer had gotten me a couple of gifts and we made a beautiful dinner. It was just us this year since his mother didn’t like being flown out and we couldn’t get to her this year. We were going to see her next week to celebrate. Once we finished with Dinner Spencer said he had a surprise for me. He told me to dress up and we left the house. Spencer had taken me to another orchestra. They were playing all Christmas music and the place was decorated like a Christmas wonderland. Spencer lead me to our seats and we watched as they started the music. Everything was beautiful and I could feel my eyes well with tears. Spencer held my hand the whole time. Once it was over we went home and cuddled on the couch.
“Thank you for everything Spencer, but you know-”
“I didn’t have to, I know.” He said and kissed me with so much love.
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
12 drummers drumming
Eleven pipers piping
Ten lords a leaping
Nine ladies dancing
Eight maids a milking
Seven swans a swimming
Six geese a laying
Five gold rings, badam-pam-pam
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree
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1828 Tues. 9 September (1/2)
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No motion At my desk at 7 10/60 - from then to 8 wrote 2 1/2 pp. to M- [Mariana] to go with the chemise - spoke to John about getting hollies etc. - wrote the remainder of page 3 and finished my letter to M- [Mariana] - my aunt leaves me to judge for myself about Martha but ‘all parties seem to fancy they can go on as at present’ - If M- [Mariana] can have the girl at Lawton with me, shall count this advantage enough, and take her - It would be foolish to go to Harrogate as this would curtail my better time afterwards at Lawton - Do not make any arrangements for going to Scarbro’ beyond a day or 2 from the festival - ‘we must talk over matters thoroughly’ - this is all the even indirect notice of the spring plan - when and what money will be wanted for Duncan - Do not come this way - but go from M- [Mariana] to Huddersfield, Leeds, and York - I may get off to Langton about the 20th - ‘Mr. John L- [Lawton]’s conduct cannot fail to str[?] one - If poor C- [Charles]’s finger aches, one gets alarmed’ ..... ask for my prints, and had she not best send me the Retrospective review from the spring of 1826
Wrote the above of this morning till 8 35/60 - then at my estate ledger - breakfast at 10 1/2 - sent off my letter and the chemise in a small parcel, by my father, at 11 to M- [Mariana] Lawton - talking a little to Marian - said I thought my aunt rather inclined for my buying Hampstead, and if my father could get no more than £500 for it I would consider about it - in that case I should have near £370 to pay, and should like to have the refusal - Mr. and Mrs. William Priestley of Lightcliffe and her niece Miss Paley then called for about 20 minutes or 1/2 hour - afterwards came upstairs about or soon after 12 - ate 3 peaches - had Cordingley up about Martha Booth - Cordingley seems to think she may do, and be steady, and that George would tell me if he saw anything going wrong, tho’ the P- [Priestley]s appear to laugh at the idea of this
Looking over my uncles bits of manuscripts for the copyhold rents, etc Abraham Mallinson came about 2 - downstairs talking to him - the ground lowered all round the house and a good drain as low as the foundation to take off the drip from the hill above would lay the house quite dry - changed my pelisse etc. and off to H-x [Halifax] at 3 1/4 down the old bank - sat 40 minutes with the Miss Mellins - Miss Grace M- [Mellins] read me her letter from Mrs. Holme - letters to her directed aux soins de Messrs. Rogers frères and cie. Naples - gave me the letter 1st to read the inquiries after myself sorry she had not seen ‘Ann Lister’ in Paris, or Naples - should like to know if I had been in the latter place - easy to miss people without they were in our own ‘set’ - ‘Please to direct aux soins de’ etc. all this, - this manner of expressing herself enough for me - 2 families of the names of Barclay and Perkins were all the English families she associated with in Paris - went leisurely to Marseilles, thence per steam to Leghorn [Livorno] - stopped there a day - thence wind against them and fearing not to have coal enough put into a port in Elba for 1 1/2 days, and thence per steam to Naples - said I should inquire for her - so I will, but as to visiting much that is as hereafter may be - her niece Sophia, about 20, waiting to be of age to marry the ‘Brazilian minister the marquis de .... ætatis 27 whose post brings her in a good income - nothing against the match but her delicate constitution
From Miss Mellins to Wellhead and got there about 4 55/60 - sat with the 2 girls Ellen and Ann near an hour before mamma and grandmamma (Mrs. R- [Rawson]) and young John W- [Waterhouse] came in, and at 6 Mr. W- [Waterhouse] had a nice roasted partridge and good tea at 6 - one of the Miss Waterhouses had before mentioned Niebuhr’s history of Rome as something new and very good - a little conversation with Mr. J. W- [Waterhouse] about the excellence of Mudge’s county maps (an inch to a mile) particularly that of Devonshire which had examined on the spot, and on the impossibility of making any perambulator measure exactly on account of the expansion of metals - Mudge’s distances (he is employed by the admiralty) measured by the chain, and then by glass rods in trangles.
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Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne-Lang & Cassie Lang
Scott and Hope have been married 3 years and they have been living in ”The Zoo” for 4 years. They share custody of Scotts 10 year old, daughter Cassie, with his ex-wife Maggie. They actually all get along so well that Hope and Maggie go to Yoga together Saturday mornings followed by breakfast at Natalie Brews and Food, where they meet up with Scott and Cassie. Hope and Scott started a security company, with his friends Luis, Dave, and Kurt, which is employed by Stark Industries. Cassie is best friend with Laura in apartment 1C, they both attend dance and ballet at Natasha’s dance school with few other kids in the building. Cassie looks up to both her moms, her babysitter Katie, her Dad and Aunt Reyna.
Playlist:
1. Thrift Shop | Macklemore & Ryan Lewis w/ Wanz
2. Free Fallin’ | Tom Petty
3. That Don’t Impress Me Much | Shania Twain
4. Papa Don’t Preach | Madonna
5. Secrets | OneRepublic
6. My Father’s Eyes | Eric Clapton
7. U Can’t Touch This | MC Hammer
8. Father and Daughter | Paul Simon
9. Don’t Stop Me Now | Queen
10. Eye of the Tiger | Survivor
11. Go Your Own Way | Fleetwood Mac
12. One | Ed Sheeran
13. Come On Get Happy - The Partridge Family | David Cassidy
14. Ocean | Martin Garrix & Khalid
15. Falling | HAIM
16. Macarena (Bayside Boys Remix) | Los Del Rio
17. Butterfly Kisses | Bob Carlisle
18. Uptown Funk | Mark Ronson & Bruno Mars
19. Wait For Me | Kings of Leon
20. I Want It That Way | Backstreet Boys
21. There’s No Way | Lauv & Julia Michaels
22. Uptown Girl | Billy Joel
23. Don’t Go Breaking My Heart | Elton John & Kiki Dee
24. Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl) | Looking Glass
25. You’re The One That I Want | John Travolta & Olivia Newton-John
26. We Didn’t Start the Fire | Billy Joel
27. Tiny Dancer | Elton John
28. I Really Like You | Carly Rae Jepsen
29. Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It) | Beyoncé
30. This Feeling | The Chainsmokers & Kelsea Bellerini
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Let It Be
Summary: Sam has a dream from which Dean wakes him.
Square Filled: Father’s Day
Warnings/Tags: A bunch of super sad angst.
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester (mentioned), John Winchester (mentioned)
Word Count: 1,028
A/N: For @spnbromentbingo, my first square is Father’s Day. I started writing this piece before 14x17. But once 14x18 aired, I churned the rest of it out in a day to process my feelings. Thanks to @atc74 for beta-’ing. And this also fills the gif challenge for @crispychrissy, who gave me this gif:
Song: Let It Be by The Beatles
Let it be.
Sam lunged, arms stretched and fingers reaching. She was so close, if only he could catch her, move a little further, a little faster. Then Mary might not leave them.
Let it be.
John stood beside her but appeared a million miles away, the same as she. With all his might, Sam leaped, desperate to catch a hand, an arm, a shoulder. Despite his best effort, he fell well short of John’s feet.
Let it be, Sam.
“Sam.”
Darkness faded to the yellow lamplight of the Library as Sam opened his eyes.
“Hey. You alright?”
He cocked an eyebrow as he lifted his head from the book upon which he had fallen asleep. Dean sat across from him with his own pile of books strewn across the library table between them. Sam checked over his shoulder and scanned the room before he looked back to Dean. “Who are you talking to?”
A flat stare thinned his lips as Dean chastised him without a word. “I'm asking you if you're alright.”
Define “alright”, he wanted to say. Define “okay”. Define “good”. Sure, Sam had woken up that morning. He'd gotten out of bed, showered, eaten breakfast. But none of that meant anything. None of that meant he was “alright”. He functioned. Simple as that.
“I'm fine.”
From flat stare to glower, Dean's face contorted. “You’re not.”
Sam snorted through his nose as he turned to his laptop beside his book, still searching for Jack. “What makes you say that?”
“Because normally, you’re the one pestering me about my feelings,” Dean started. “And I haven’t heard a peep out of you. Hell, you haven’t even looked at me funny all day. I know you weren’t going to let Mother’s Day go by this year without doing something about it, but I’d hoped you’d forget today was Father’s Day.”
Without diverting his attention Sam said, “I was trying to ignore it. And I figured you might enjoy the peace and quiet for once.”
He immediately regretted that statement. Dean's face fell, a subtle wince accompanying his words. “Wow. Sorry I asked. I’ll leave you alone,” he said as he stood and picked up a stack of books.
Sam considered letting him go. He wanted to be alone but hadn’t the heart to tell Dean that all week. Whenever he holed up in his room, Dean intruded, and Sam knew it was not out of disrespect but out of concern. Out of worry. Out of love.
“Wait,” Sam started as he stood. “Just… wait a minute.”
Dean froze at the end of the table, the books teetering in his hands. “If you need space, Sam, just say it. I won’t like it, but… I’ll get over it.”
Christ. “Here,” Sam said as he took the books from Dean and returned them to the table. He sat on its edge with one leg propped up and the other foot on the floor. “I realize I haven’t talked much since… since—”
“Since Mom died. You have to say it, Sam. She’s gone,” Dean stated.
“I know,” Sam growled as if he could scare away his tears. “I know she’s dead. But… for fuck’s sake, we’ve been through this before. Why is it so hard?”
“Dude,” Dean started as he clapped him on the shoulder, “that was thirty-six years ago. Hell, I barely remember it. About all I can see in my head is baby-you, in my arms, and the front lawn. Maybe the house on fire, but that’s it. And you were a freakin’ baby.”
True. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t be stronger. He wiped at his face as he sniffed. “God, what was I thinking? Oh, Mom’s back, she’ll hunt with us, it’ll be awesome, we’ll be a family again. So stupid. We always knew this might happen.”
“Hey,” Dean said as he stepped in front of him, both shoulders clasped. “Look at me.” He waited until Sam lifted his gaze to meet his. “I’ve been down that road. I used to think the same thing after Dad took off for the Colt and Azazel. I used to think that if we found him, and all three of us were together, we’d be like the freakin’ Partridges again. But you and I both know that is the opposite of what happened.”
He had a point. “I know,” Sam started. “Doesn’t make it any easier. I miss her, Dean. And I hate that there’s nothing we can do. How many times have we cheated death? Why does she only get to do it once? How is that fair?”
Dean pulled him into a hug the likes of which Sam had felt so few times in their lives. “It’s not, Sam. It ain’t fair at all.”
“And Dad,” Sam continued, his frustration taking control as he clung to Dean, “to have him back for a couple hours. As amazing as it was, I don’t know if it was worth the pain. Jesus, this year sucks. Worst Father’s Day ever.”
“It is,” Dean agreed. “But we’ll do what we’ve always done. Keep fighting.”
Sam sighed as the weight of the world sat heavy on his shoulders. “Why? Haven’t we fought enough? Haven’t we sacrificed enough?”
“More than enough, enough for ten people,” Dean said. “But we’ve still got a lot of work to do.”
Sam pushed back from Dean as he wiped his face once more. Dean had a point. Again. They had to find Jack before he hurt anyone else. “You’re right. It's just… so damn hard right now.”
“It’ll get easier,” Dean said as he rounded the table for his seat. “I promise. We’ll find the kid and… do whatever we need to do to make this right.”
Make this right. Sam couldn’t help but think the worst.
When would anything ever be right again?
And then he remembered his dream and Mary's words.
Let it be.
What little of his faith remained he placed in her words. As he looked across the table once more, Sam knew he had no other choice. He had to keep fighting.
For Dean.
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For headphonescinderella, the lost ladies prompt
A/N: This is my Secret Santa entry for 2018. I originally had plans to do all of my victim's prompts, but because December is the last month I have the time to do a bunch of writing for obvious reasons, she will have to be satisfied with this for now.
9. Lost
Perdita was awakened by the smell of a hot breakfast, something that involved a lot of gravy.
Her fair mouth grimaced as she pretended to be asleep for a little longer. Her heart was still burning from dinner the night before, but she dared not complain. Regardless of what type of gravy it was, her royal husband would love it.
Which in turn meant that she loved it, even if her heart and stomach constantly felt like an inferno as a result.
"Hmm, that smells good," his familiar voice purred as the whole bed shifted with his movements until he was sitting up in their gigantic canopied bed. His familiar paw nudged her shoulder insistently once he was settled. "Wake up, babe. You know I can't start without you."
She managed to hide her groan of disdain as part of a low growl that sounded like she was sorry about being woken up.
Childhood training made her actions to move into a seated position much more smooth and graceful than her husband's. When she forced herself to open her eyes, she could see the three ladies in waiting smiling brightly at her, Amethyst indeed bearing her a large tray heavy with quail eggs, turkey sausage and hot biscuits, all smothered in rich gravy that nearly disguised her breakfast completely.
"Dear Amethyst, you know my appetite isn't all that large," she cooed tolerably, wishing her husband would let her order a fruit bowl instead for just one meal.
Her husband wrapped a surprisingly scrawny arm around her waist and dragged her a little closer to his side of the bed. "Eat it anyway, love. You're getting thinner again, and that's not healthy."
An order from her husband. There was no choice but obedience now. Perdita nodded assent and politely tucked into her breakfast with her mate.
As her hand reluctantly brought mouthful after mouthful to her lips, the neat little black cat couldn't help reflecting on where she might be if the king hadn't been widowed for the second time when she came of age.
Duchess Sai always smelled of strawberries and peaches at early morning court, as did her husband. Did she secretly yearn for a heavy breakfast such as this? It would be terribly improper to ask, of course, but it wasn't hard to see that the way the duke doted on his young wife. There just seemed to be something more… thoughtful about how he interacted with her, always so tender.
Her heart seemed to burn more hotly in response, but she didn't dare let it show as she kept swallowing gravy and sugar as she was ordered.
After breakfast was the ritual of Lapis and Rose combing through her luxurious fur, which the current court poet loved comparing to sapphires. Amethyst busied herself with changing the bedsheets as the king left for his morning duties, using one of the last biscuits to eat a bit more gravy with a lazy smile.
Queen Perdita of the Cat Kingdom closed her blue eyes lingeringly, letting the specially-treated brushes run through her fur with all the gentleness of a summer's breeze. 'Clean your fur, clean the bed clothes… clean the memories of what will never be…'
She knew she didn't have much to complain about. Phoebus has his list of faults, certainly, but at least he was doting. It didn't matter how high the function, if he felt like a kiss or embrace, he was completely willing to let the court say what they will about his lack of decorum. Even when she would have rather not have an audience to such affection.
She was presented with only the finest clothes, the finest foods, but most importantly, the finest son she could have ever hoped for.
Her fixed smile turned genuine at the thought of her fine little boy, who was almost ready to have his twelfth birthday. It was probably uncharitable to think it, but she was grateful that her sweet prince hadn't seemed to inherit much more from his father than the famous red eye of the royal family and an occasional bout of absent-mindedness.
As a result, he was mild-mannered, thoughtful, and a delight to be around.
If not for the childhood training of hiding her true emotions, Perdita would have surely flinched in guilt as Lapis helped to guide her into an expensive gown of silver brocade.
The blue hair had been trained from the cradle to be the perfect wife. It troubled her much more growing up, but she had more or less resigned herself to the fact that in order to be the perfect wife, she could never at any time form an opinion without consulting her husband to ensure they were perfectly synced in all things.
She took in a deep breath, wishing she could at the very most only tie a satin ribbon around her neck and be done with it, but her husband was obsessed with human fashion, at least on queens. He himself only wore golden armbands and the royal eye that was the badge of his office because his long fur would make him overheat if he wore additional clothes.
Perdita had to fight back a rebellious smile that although her husband adored human fashions, he wasn't about to go shaving himself for it any time soon. For now, he was content in dressing up his wife like an oversized doll.
"There you are, your majesty! You're a vision to behold," Rose gushed as she and Lapis stepped back enough so that their queen could inspect her reflection in the large mirror in a corner of the royal suite.
The only way she could have appeared even more human was if her husband had resurrected the practice of stealing human brides for the royal line. Legends had it that even after the change was complete, some bit of their human selves would always remain the same.
Perdita fixed her usual smile into place, even though her heart still burning within her chest at the uncomfortable truth.
An oversized, heir-making doll.
ooOoo
Even lunch that day was unnecessarily heavy. Perdita tried to remember what she had been doing between getting dressed and sitting here beside her husband again, but for the life of her, she could barely focus her attention on anything around her.
She had always been fond of watercolor paintings, but now she almost felt like she was in the middle of one as it was being painted. Colors seemed to swirl and dance together in her vision, and everyone around her seemed noisier than usual. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she managed to look around her husband devouring a whole tuna casserole by himself at her dear son.
Lune seemed worried, trying to disguise the fact that he was keeping one eye on her at all times. He was barely touching the gravy mess in front of him, though she couldn't tell if it was distaste or concern that was keeping him from eating.
Perdita could feel her heart swell with love once more. Why couldn't her husband have been more like their son? All it would take it ten seconds of Phoebus to show this kind of concern over her, and perhaps she'd be enjoying a grass salad right now.
Or perhaps a nap. Why was she so tired? Not even her heart burn and raging stomach had managed to wake her up last night, and as the queen, about the only exercise she got was from a beaded fan or cutlery.
Her paw was shaking from the excursion of lifting caviar to her lips. Caviar, that weighed practically nothing, was making her arm ache like she was attempting to flip over the table!
Her stomach and jaw screamed in agony, making her put down the spoon for good. It was simply too much.
Almost on cue, the little sound was enough to make her husband turn enough to look at her with a warning glare.
"Shouldn't you be using that?" he asked bluntly.
Perdita made a breathy sigh. "I'm sorry, dear, but I just can't right now. I'll eat more at supper, I promise." 'If I were to wear a purse, would I be able to slip the food into it instead of my mouth? No. As long as I am queen, my every move will always be watched.'
The thought only made her feel worse. What was she, some creature locked up in a zoo? Meant only to be gawked at between the bars? Her heart pounded worse at what was feeling like an increasingly accurate analogy.
The Cat King's glare got more dangerous. "Your fur isn't as glossy as it was when we got married. Your eyes are getting duller, and you don't laugh as much as you used to. If you would just eat a full meal every time, these things would get better."
All true, at least the first half of his statement, but why did he say that out loud in front of the entire court? Everything had turned dead quiet in order to catch his majesty's every word, right down to the musicians that should have been providing atmosphere.
Her son's angry look made it clear that he would have at least waited for some privacy.
'Maybe if you would let me pick what I eat, I would eat everything!' Perdita had been thinking it for years, but now her thoughts were threatening to bubble to the surface. "I can't-" she tried to explain again, but he was already unloading half a partridge pie onto her almost full plate, pushing some anchovies off it and staining the cream-colored tablecloth.
"Eat it. All of it!" he commanded with the same volume he would have used addressing the entire kingdom.
Perdita looked down at her plate, seeing the fat and gravy literally turn the tablecloth into a disgusting misshapen ring of greys and browns around the dish. Her stomach threatened a second appearance of what she had already managed to choke down that day.
Taking in a deep breath, she pushed the plate away while uttering something she usually only dreamed of saying to her husband.
"No."
Phoebus seemed to swell in his rage. "I am the KING!"
"And I am the queen who's trying to keep her food down. It's turning into a losing battle," she managed to say, holding one paw to her midriff, praying that she wouldn't actually throw up with the entire court watching.
Sure, the king did it on an almost nightly basis, but that was thanks to how much strong drink he consumed at supper. The queen couldn't afford to do it, she had to be the embodiment of perfection! Who cared if the king made a fool of himself, but the queen would have caused a real scandal if she did the same!
It was all so unfair! It was always unfair, but the fact seemed to matter more in this moment.
"Simple enough, I order you to keep your food down, and to add this to it!" He shoved the plate back at her a little more harshly than he meant to.
Or so Perdita hoped. Instead of coming to rest in front of her, the plate collided with the front of her silver dress, sending hot gravy and more down her chest and ruining the expensive gown.
She knew she needed to be ladylike in expressing her pain, but it was the final straw. The dark blue cat tried to get out of her throne-like chair with a pained yelp.
But somewhere in the middle of that yelp, it felt like one of the guards had successfully skewered her with a spear, the pain was so intense. Her yelp cut itself off in surprise and sudden breathlessness.
She began falling, first painfully over the armrest, and then onto the marble floor next to the royal table.
The last thing she heard her husband say was, "I know that trick, Perdita! Sylvia used to use it on me all the time!"
The last thing she saw was her young prince hurrying to her side with a cry of "Mother!"
But what Perdita would never know, was how her final look of relief would be something that would haunt her precious Lune for the rest of his days.
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Secret Santa
This is super late in being posted (apologies YC and her SS), but here we go.
A/N: This is my Secret Santa entry for 2018. I originally had plans to do all of my victim’s prompts, but because December is the last month I have the time to do a bunch of writing for obvious reasons, she will have to be satisfied with this for now.
9. Lost
Perdita was awakened by the smell of a hot breakfast, something that involved a lot of gravy.
Her fair mouth grimaced as she pretended to be asleep for a little longer. Her heart was still burning from dinner the night before, but she dared not complain. Regardless of what type of gravy it was, her royal husband would love it.
Which in turn meant that she loved it, even if her heart and stomach constantly felt like an inferno as a result.
“Hmm, that smells good,” his familiar voice purred as the whole bed shifted with his movements until he was sitting up in their gigantic canopied bed. His familiar paw nudged her shoulder insistently once he was settled. “Wake up, babe. You know I can’t start without you.”
She managed to hide her groan of disdain as part of a low growl that sounded like she was sorry about being woken up.
Childhood training made her actions to move into a seated position much more smooth and graceful than her husband’s. When she forced herself to open her eyes, she could see the three ladies in waiting smiling brightly at her, Amethyst indeed bearing her a large tray heavy with quail eggs, turkey sausage and hot biscuits, all smothered in rich gravy that nearly disguised her breakfast completely.
“Dear Amethyst, you know my appetite isn’t all that large,” she cooed tolerably, wishing her husband would let her order a fruit bowl instead for just one meal.
Her husband wrapped a surprisingly scrawny arm around her waist and dragged her a little closer to his side of the bed. “Eat it anyway, love. You’re getting thinner again, and that’s not healthy.”
An order from her husband. There was no choice but obedience now. Perdita nodded assent and politely tucked into her breakfast with her mate.
As her hand reluctantly brought mouthful after mouthful to her lips, the neat little black cat couldn’t help reflecting on where she might be if the king hadn’t been widowed for the second time when she came of age.
Duchess Sai always smelled of strawberries and peaches at early morning court, as did her husband. Did she secretly yearn for a heavy breakfast such as this? It would be terribly improper to ask, of course, but it wasn’t hard to see that the way the duke doted on his young wife. There just seemed to be something more… thoughtful about how he interacted with her, always so tender.
Her heart seemed to burn more hotly in response, but she didn’t dare let it show as she kept swallowing gravy and sugar as she was ordered.
After breakfast was the ritual of Lapis and Rose combing through her luxurious fur, which the current court poet loved comparing to sapphires. Amethyst busied herself with changing the bedsheets as the king left for his morning duties, using one of the last biscuits to eat a bit more gravy with a lazy smile.
Queen Perdita of the Cat Kingdom closed her blue eyes lingeringly, letting the specially-treated brushes run through her fur with all the gentleness of a summer’s breeze. ‘Clean your fur, clean the bed clothes… clean the memories of what will never be…’
She knew she didn’t have much to complain about. Phoebus has his list of faults, certainly, but at least he was doting. It didn’t matter how high the function, if he felt like a kiss or embrace, he was completely willing to let the court say what they will about his lack of decorum. Even when she would have rather not have an audience to such affection.
She was presented with only the finest clothes, the finest foods, but most importantly, the finest son she could have ever hoped for.
Her fixed smile turned genuine at the thought of her fine little boy, who was almost ready to have his twelfth birthday. It was probably uncharitable to think it, but she was grateful that her sweet prince hadn’t seemed to inherit much more from his father than the famous red eye of the royal family and an occasional bout of absent-mindedness.
As a result, he was mild-mannered, thoughtful, and a delight to be around.
If not for the childhood training of hiding her true emotions, Perdita would have surely flinched in guilt as Lapis helped to guide her into an expensive gown of silver brocade.
The blue hair had been trained from the cradle to be the perfect wife. It troubled her much more growing up, but she had more or less resigned herself to the fact that in order to be the perfect wife, she could never at any time form an opinion without consulting her husband to ensure they were perfectly synced in all things.
She took in a deep breath, wishing she could at the very most only tie a satin ribbon around her neck and be done with it, but her husband was obsessed with human fashion, at least on queens. He himself only wore golden armbands and the royal eye that was the badge of his office because his long fur would make him overheat if he wore additional clothes.
Perdita had to fight back a rebellious smile that although her husband adored human fashions, he wasn’t about to go shaving himself for it any time soon. For now, he was content in dressing up his wife like an oversized doll.
“There you are, your majesty! You’re a vision to behold,” Rose gushed as she and Lapis stepped back enough so that their queen could inspect her reflection in the large mirror in a corner of the royal suite.
The only way she could have appeared even more human was if her husband had resurrected the practice of stealing human brides for the royal line. Legends had it that even after the change was complete, some bit of their human selves would always remain the same.
Perdita fixed her usual smile into place, even though her heart still burning within her chest at the uncomfortable truth.
An oversized, heir-making doll.
ooOoo
Even lunch that day was unnecessarily heavy. Perdita tried to remember what she had been doing between getting dressed and sitting here beside her husband again, but for the life of her, she could barely focus her attention on anything around her.
She had always been fond of watercolor paintings, but now she almost felt like she was in the middle of one as it was being painted. Colors seemed to swirl and dance together in her vision, and everyone around her seemed noisier than usual. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she managed to look around her husband devouring a whole tuna casserole by himself at her dear son.
Lune seemed worried, trying to disguise the fact that he was keeping one eye on her at all times. He was barely touching the gravy mess in front of him, though she couldn’t tell if it was distaste or concern that was keeping him from eating.
Perdita could feel her heart swell with love once more. Why couldn’t her husband have been more like their son? All it would take it ten seconds of Phoebus to show this kind of concern over her, and perhaps she’d be enjoying a grass salad right now.
Or perhaps a nap. Why was she so tired? Not even her heart burn and raging stomach had managed to wake her up last night, and as the queen, about the only exercise she got was from a beaded fan or cutlery.
Her paw was shaking from the excursion of lifting caviar to her lips. Caviar, that weighed practically nothing, was making her arm ache like she was attempting to flip over the table!
Her stomach and jaw screamed in agony, making her put down the spoon for good. It was simply too much.
Almost on cue, the little sound was enough to make her husband turn enough to look at her with a warning glare.
“Shouldn’t you be using that?” he asked bluntly.
Perdita made a breathy sigh. “I’m sorry, dear, but I just can’t right now. I’ll eat more at supper, I promise.” 'If I were to wear a purse, would I be able to slip the food into it instead of my mouth? No. As long as I am queen, my every move will always be watched.’
The thought only made her feel worse. What was she, some creature locked up in a zoo? Meant only to be gawked at between the bars? Her heart pounded worse at what was feeling like an increasingly accurate analogy.
The Cat King’s glare got more dangerous. “Your fur isn’t as glossy as it was when we got married. Your eyes are getting duller, and you don’t laugh as much as you used to. If you would just eat a full meal every time, these things would get better.”
All true, at least the first half of his statement, but why did he say that out loud in front of the entire court? Everything had turned dead quiet in order to catch his majesty’s every word, right down to the musicians that should have been providing atmosphere.
Her son’s angry look made it clear that he would have at least waited for some privacy.
’Maybe if you would let me pick what I eat, I would eat everything!’ Perdita had been thinking it for years, but now her thoughts were threatening to bubble to the surface. “I can’t-” she tried to explain again, but he was already unloading half a partridge pie onto her almost full plate, pushing some anchovies off it and staining the cream-colored tablecloth.
“Eat it. All of it!” he commanded with the same volume he would have used addressing the entire kingdom.
Perdita looked down at her plate, seeing the fat and gravy literally turn the tablecloth into a disgusting misshapen ring of greys and browns around the dish. Her stomach threatened a second appearance of what she had already managed to choke down that day.
Taking in a deep breath, she pushed the plate away while uttering something she usually only dreamed of saying to her husband.
“No.”
Phoebus seemed to swell in his rage. “I am the KING!”
“And I am the queen who’s trying to keep her food down. It’s turning into a losing battle,” she managed to say, holding one paw to her midriff, praying that she wouldn’t actually throw up with the entire court watching.
Sure, the king did it on an almost nightly basis, but that was thanks to how much strong drink he consumed at supper. The queen couldn’t afford to do it, she had to be the embodiment of perfection! Who cared if the king made a fool of himself, but the queen would have caused a real scandal if she did the same!
It was all so unfair! It was always unfair, but the fact seemed to matter more in this moment.
“Simple enough, I order you to keep your food down, and to add this to it!” He shoved the plate back at her a little more harshly than he meant to.
Or so Perdita hoped. Instead of coming to rest in front of her, the plate collided with the front of her silver dress, sending hot gravy and more down her chest and ruining the expensive gown.
She knew she needed to be ladylike in expressing her pain, but it was the final straw. The dark blue cat tried to get out of her throne-like chair with a pained yelp.
But somewhere in the middle of that yelp, it felt like one of the guards had successfully skewered her with a spear, the pain was so intense. Her yelp cut itself off in surprise and sudden breathlessness.
She began falling, first painfully over the armrest, and then onto the marble floor next to the royal table.
The last thing she heard her husband say was, “I know that trick, Perdita! Sylvia used to use it on me all the time!”
The last thing she saw was her young prince hurrying to her side with a cry of “Mother!”
But what Perdita would never know, was how her final look of relief would be something that would haunt her precious Lune for the rest of his days.
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Uncertain Terms
With thanks to Ellis_Hendricks for looking over the first draft of this, here is a Regency A/U based on a prompt from holidaysat221b:: ‘AU: Molly runs away from home when her parents try to arrange a marriage for her. She wants to pursue a life that involves science and marry for love if she ever gets married at all. She meets Sherlock, who is being pressured by his family to marry a nice girl they found for him who loves science as much as he does. It will be interesting when they figure it out. - @shadowyqueenbeard’
Hopefully this will more or less fit the bill...
“My name is Margaret Stamford, and I would like a room for the night, if you please.”
Overhearing these words, Sherlock Holmes looked up, over the edge of the newspaper he had been perusing while he awaited the dinner the innkeeper’s wife had blithely (and erroneously) promised to set on the table before him “in the twinkling of a bedpost”. He had been growing quite impatient, in fact, for he’d only broken his journey because he’d skipped breakfast in favor of making an early start on the remaining seventy miles to his destination and he had grown unusually peckish by mid-day as a result. Now, however, he was quite glad that the woman had grossly underestimated the time it would take to prepare the Roasted Partridge with Asparagus, Mushrooms, and New Potatoes she’d suggested, let alone the Chocolate Soufflé with Crème Anglaise for which the Royal George was reputedly famous.
Miss Margaret Stamford.
A very interesting name.
It might be mere coincidence, of course. Yet the female for whom he’d undertaken this onerous quest into the wilds of the north was one Miss Molly Hooper -- Molly being a pet name derived from Margaret, and this according to none other than Miss Hooper’s uncle, Dr. Michael Stamford of St. Bartholomew’s Hospital, London.
So, coincidence? As Mycroft was wont to say, the universe is rarely so lazy.
And running his eyes swiftly over the female in question, Sherlock had to admit that once again his brother might very well be proven correct.
He recalled Dr. Stamford’s description of the girl…
… rather slight, but fairly pretty, and she’s a taking little thing when you get to know her. But there’s no nonsense about her. She’d quite understand your desire to… ah… favorably resolve your situation.
… said situation having become a topic of discussion in the tavern-based aftermath of a Bow Street murder investigation, due solely to Dr. John Watson’s cursed inability to hold his tongue after a couple of glasses.
Said situation was both highly annoying and inconvenient. Sherlock’s great aunt, Wilhelmina Scott, had left her fortune to “her favorite nephew”, an event that had been anticipated by the entire family. However, when the will had been read out after Aunt’s death, two months ago, it was found that the bequest was not without strings attached.
The inheritance shall be held in trust until such time as Sherlock marries and sets up his nursery, thus fulfilling his clear duty to the family and providing my dearest sister with the grandchildren for which her heart has longed these many years.
Sherlock had been stunned, then filled with chagrin (he could still see Mycroft’s smirk in his mind’s eye), then furious. He was all too well aware that his mother’s heart longed, having been regularly reminded of it by the lady herself since he’d come of age seven years before, and he considered the addition of this codicil such a blatant attempt to manipulate him that he was strongly tempted to wash his hands of the whole business.
Tempted… but, in the end, he did not. Aunt’s Wilhelmina’s fortune was nothing to sneeze at, including as it did, considerable principal as well as a townhouse in London and a neat little estate in Suffolk, worth some three thousand a year in revenues (and perfect for apiculture, too). Even so unmercenary a soul as Sherlock’s could not help but be swayed -- and, of course, he had been living off the expectation to some extent for years. So, ultimately, he’d set aside his anger and his wounded pride and began, for the first time in his life, to seriously consider entering into the married state.
He had never been “in the petticoat line”, as various of his contemporaries so vulgarly put it, but he had no doubt that he would be able to meet his marital obligations. He certainly did not look or wish for romance, however. The case called for an old fashioned marriage of convenience, one in which the bride understood quite clearly the part she would play, i.e., well-heeled young matron, capable and responsible in taking charge of domestic affairs, organizing those social engagements that were deemed unavoidable, and producing and subsequently nurturing any progeny that happened to make an appearance in the natural course of events.
Dr. Stamford had purported that his niece, Miss Molly Hooper of Primrose Cottage, a modest seat located some five miles from York, might be a parti that would meet and even exceed expectations. She’s only twenty, not quite on the shelf, and a pleasant, good-natured girl -- and you’ll like this: she’s become quite the bluestocking, has a love of science and a grasp of its intricacies that really is little short of astonishing in a female. I believe you’d suit extremely.
If this was Molly Hooper, this young woman who was in the process of delivering to the obviously disapproving innkeeper a mendacious explanation of the circumstances that had led to her traveling through England unchaperoned and carrying only a chipboard bandbox by way of luggage, Sherlock wasn’t certain he would have described her as taking. Physically she was of less than average height, with a figure on the spare side. She was dressed neatly, but very plainly in an olive pelisse over a gown of the same colour, not a ruffle or frill to be seen, and her headgear was of a style that had gone out of fashion some time before – prior to Waterloo, if memory served.
Much of her countenance was hidden from him, of course, due to that hat and to his position at table in the coffee room. However, when the innkeeper’s wife (who should, by rights, have been seeing to Sherlock’s unconscionably delayed meal) joined the innkeeper in rejecting the young lady’s request for a room and added that she had no notion of young persons jauntering about the countryside and there’s always The Pig and Whistle down the road if a room is needed for the night, Sherlock decided it might be time to intervene and was thereby afforded a closer look at ‘Miss Stamford’. As he approached he observed that she had a good complexion, and a firm chin. That chin tilted a bit as she perceived that her advent at the Royal George was viewed in a less than favorable light, and her very upright posture seemed to reiterate her determined nature (and possibly extensive use of the backboard in her girlhood).
And then, seeing the innkeeper’s attention claimed by Sherlock’s approach, ‘Miss Stamford’, too, turned to him, and he became aware that a pair of large brown eyes lent a certain undeniable appeal to that heart-shaped visage, and that the rosy colour that stained her cheeks was really most becoming.
Sherlock found it surprisingly easy to assume a friendly demeanor as he said to the lady, “Miss Stamford? Can I be of assistance? I believe I may be acquainted with a relation of yours, Dr. Michael Stamford of London?”
She looked immediately startled and flushed a deeper pink. “He is my uncle, sir. But--”
“I thought as much,” Sherlock went on, blithely. “There is just the hint of a family resemblance. Dr. Stamford and I have been friends for a number of years and it would give me great pleasure to be able to tell him I was able to come to the aid of one of his young relations. I collect you wish to procure a room at this excellent inn? Surely The Pig and Whistle would be entirely inappropriate for a young woman of good family and gentle upbringing.” And here Sherlock shifted his gaze to the innkeeper and his wife, raising a brow.
The innkeeper rolled an eye toward his spouse, who threw up her hands and said, “Oh, very well, I shall have the Blue Chamber prepared.”
Sherlock nodded, but added pointedly, “And while it is being prepared, Miss Stamford will join me for dinner, if she so desires. I trust it will be on the table shortly, but in the meantime we would be most obliged to you for some refreshment -- say a glass of claret for me and ratafia for the lady?”
The innkeeper said with a bow, “Right away, Mr. Holmes,” and gave his wife another admonitory glance before bustling off.
The innkeeper’s wife also made her exit, grumbling, and Sherlock turned once more to ‘Miss Stamford’. “I do apologize for intruding in such a brazen manner but I could hardly reconcile it with my conscience to do otherwise.”
Where she had been pink-cheeked before, the girl had now become quite pale, staring at him, taking in his features, and even letting her eyes rove over his whole person. Then, suddenly, she became aware of what she was doing and blushed more hotly than ever.
“Forgive me! But… are are you indeed Mr. Holmes? Mr. Sherlock Holmes?”
“Yes, I am,” he said, a little amused. He took a small gold case from his pocket, removed a card from it and handed it to her.
Her colour faded again as she read it. “I see,” she said, and raised her eyes again, warily.
A smile twitched the corner of his mouth. “Yes. And I see, as well.”
“You… what do you see?” she asked in a small voice.
“That having had news of my coming you elected to depart from your home, rather than entertain what amounts to another in a long line of unwanted suitors. That you are Dr. Stamford’s niece, Margaret Elizabeth Stamford Hooper, called by those with whom you have close ties, Molly.”
She paled further, but said in an even tone, “You are… astoundingly prescient. And your guess about my name is accurate.”
“It was not a guess, but a deduction, Miss Hooper. The latter is something of a speciality of mine. But come into the coffee room and sit down,” he said, gesturing toward his table in the coffee room. “A glass of wine will set you to rights, and, thus fortified, you will perhaps tell me in what ways, if any, I can further serve you.”
*
The claret and ratafia had been delivered to the table shortly after they were seated, but Mr. Holmes did not immediately press Molly, a forbearance for which she could not but be grateful. She sipped her wine, and occasionally glanced at him, wondering at his apparent intelligence, his evident effrontery, and his quite astonishingly handsome person, set off by clothing that was both elegant and understated.
And he seemed kind, too. Since her father’s death three years before, experience had not led her to anticipate much consideration for her needs or, indeed, regard for her person, so his intervention in her difficulties and the attentions he had thus far bestowed upon her seemed exceptional -- particularly in view of her attempted deception. He had relieved her of her bandbox, pelisse, and hat, untying the ribbons of the latter himself, and requested that the innkeeper not only set their wine on the table, but fetch some bread and butter to tide them over until dinner should be served, just as though he knew she was famished (which she was, having skipped breakfast in her effort to escape Primrose Cottage before even the servants had stirred from bed).
“Small sips, now,” he had murmured as the innkeeper had hustled away. “Until we have something substantial to accompany our libations, an enervation of the senses is almost a given should we imbibe too freely.”
She had murmured thanks, patting ineffectually at her slightly mussed hair and tucking a stray tendril behind her ear, even as she took her first sip and tried to calm herself. This task was certainly easier said than done.
She was nearly of age, and, in concept, traveling to London to visit her uncle and his family was unexceptionable. But she knew very well that undertaking the journey in such a scrambling manner was not the behavior of a well-bred woman. The reaction of the innkeeper and his wife had reminded her of this fact most acutely. And of course she didn’t look like a woman -- or, to tell the truth, feel like one!
There was no use in bemoaning the fact that one’s appearance was that of a girl just out of the school room, rather than a woman on the cusp of her majority, but once again she could not help thinking it most unfair that much of the time this circumstance resulted in a lack of respect toward her that bordered on intolerable. With her father gone, her stepmother had let this tendency burgeon to monstrous proportions, exacerbating her scorn of Molly’s determination to remain unmarried if she could not marry for love.
“Marry for love!,” Albinia Hooper had scoffed the one time that Molly had been goaded into protesting the intrusion of still another unacceptable suitor into her otherwise well-ordered life. “There never was such a low-bred, nonsensical notion. What, pray, has love to do with the keeping of a house or raising children? You’ve windmills in your head, girl. It’s time you grew up and faced some hard facts.”
Molly had not argued the point. There was no use in trying to explain what she meant by love. Not romance, for Heaven’s sake. Contrary to her stepmother’s opinion, Molly was as practical as her father had been, and as devoted to seeking truth wherever the facts led. But she was not willing to settle for less, as he had been, in spite of the fact that an unmarried female was at a much greater disadvantage in society than any male would be in a similar case.
Her father had understood her views, and to facilitate her long and perhaps fruitless quest he had left her what was politely termed an independence. It was a fairly generous one, too, considering that the remainder of his estate was, by law, left in trust to Molly’s stepbrother, Gerald, who had been born when Molly was ten years old. There were also twin step daughters from Albinia’s first marriage, Cassandra and Lavinia, and Molly did not grudge the girls a single penny of the dowries with which they’d been provided. She loved her step-siblings, as they did her, and it was care of them that had brightened her days after Father’s death. Albinia, once again widowed and, in her own words, distracted with grief, had welcomed Molly’s help with the children, and with the house, for several years. Time, however, had altered matters. Gerald was now away at school, and Cassie and Lavinia were old enough to make their come-out. Molly’s position in the household was fast becoming superfluous, and though she made great efforts to be of help and, simultaneously, stay out of the way, Albinia had been relentless in her promotion of marriage as the only reasonable course, and relentless, too, in the introduction of potential suitors.
And then Aunt Stamford had written that fatal letter.
My Dearest Molly,
I am writing to you today because a most surprising opportunity has arisen, quite out of the blue. You know that I have been very much in sympathy with your desire to focus upon your chosen avocation of natural philosophy, eschewing the paths of courtship and marriage that are more traditional for a young women to tread. However, I must own that I doubted your decision would ultimately conduce to your happiness, content as I am and always have been to be a loving wife to your dear uncle and mother to the six darling children who are your cousins. Therefore, I dare to write to you on behalf of one of your uncle’s associates, one Mr. Sherlock Holmes, presenting him to you as a possible candidate for your hand.
Mr. Holmes is a gentleman, the scion of an old, distinguished, and affluent family, and, on his marriage, will become a man of property in his own right. Moreover, he is a man of science himself, and his knowledge and skill in deduction have allowed him to lend his assistance to various agencies of jurisprudence here in London. In this way he came to your uncle’s notice, for you will recall that your uncle oversees the mortuary at St. Bartholomew’s Hospital and is often called upon to collaborate in criminal investigations.
Your uncle and I have had the pleasure of Mr. Holmes’ company for dinner several times over the last few years and, after coming to know him, I cannot help but agree with your uncle when he suggests that the gentleman may be the one man in all of England who might prove acceptable to you as a mate. Since the requirements of a recent bequest have inspired him to look about for a wife, your uncle suggested you as a possible candidate. Coincidentally, Mr. Holmes had it in mind to travel north at the beginning of April, visiting friends in the vicinity of Harrogate. He determined that he would pay a call upon you and your stepmother at Primrose Cottage if your uncle and I would write to you by way of introduction.
My dear, I do beg of you to receive Mr. Holmes kindly and without prejudice. He is a little eccentric in his manner, but underneath it he is a very good sort of man, and most handsome, too, as you will soon see for yourself. Though the latter is not a vital quality in a mate, it does make the idea of looking across the breakfast table at the same countenance for the rest of one’s life far easier to bear.
And on that frivolous note, I am, as ever, your loving aunt,
Emily Stamford
Molly’s disappointment on receiving this missive was palpable. Either this Mr. Holmes was a most unusual man indeed, or her uncle had finally persuaded Aunt Emily that their niece would be better served accepting an offer than persisting in the ways of an incorrigible bluestocking as he’d once put it.
That memory still rankled. Had she been born a man, her predilection for science and natural philosophy would have been not only indulged, but praised!
“Have some of this excellent bread, Miss Hooper,” Mr. Holmes said, breaking into her thoughts. The innkeeper had delivered a basket of fresh-baked rolls to the table, and Mr. Holmes was now holding out a steaming half, butter spread liberally over it and rapidly melting.
“Thank you,” she said, and as she took it, her stomach gave an audible growl of lust at the mere scent. Her cheeks grew hot with embarrassment -- and indeed, Mr. Holmes was looking amused as he bit into his own half roll -- but she took a small bite of the bread and tried to compose herself. She decided that honesty would be the best policy with Mr. Holmes, and accordingly said, after another sip of wine, “I know I owe you an explanation.”
“As you will, Miss Hooper. I understand what a shock it must have been to run across the very person you were hoping to avoid in leaving your home in such a precipitate manner, but I assure you I am no ogre and do not mean to press you to do anything you would not like. To tell you the truth, I was hesitant to visit you in the first place, and can sympathize entirely with your reluctance to enter into the married state.”
Molly stared at him, and then said, “What an odd man you are, Mr. Holmes!”
“Well… yes!” he said. “I was under the impression that… er… oddity was what you were searching for in a mate.”
She laughed a little. “I wouldn’t put it quite that way, but perhaps my uncle would.”
“How would you put it, then?”
She said, slowly, considering her words, “You may think it strange of me, but I believe I would value respect more than the fleeting infatuation that passes for love in these modern times. I… I have studied natural philosophy for a number of years now, and have only scratched the surface of what I wish to learn. I am not opposed to marriage, per se. But I cannot conceive of allying myself with any gentleman who might prove an impediment to my chosen avocation.” She felt herself colouring as she added, “I daresay that sounds monstrously selfish. I fear that’s the sort of person I am, however.” And she dared to look straight into those piercing, pale blue eyes… or were they pale green? She was aware of a strange internal frisson under their steady gaze.
“I see,” Mr. Holmes replied, thoughtfully. “But you do say avocation, I note. Can it be inferred that you are not averse to taking up the day to day duties required of a wife and mother, provided you are allowed sufficient leeway in the pursuit of your studies?”
“I would say so, yes. In fact, I would like, someday, to be able to have the running of my own house. And of course, nurses are all very well but children also need the care only a loving mother can give.”
Mr. Holmes smiled slightly. “Do you like children?”
And for the first time, Molly smiled, too. “Indeed, yes! I have helped raise my stepmother’s children, and one of my greatest joys is to stay with my aunt and uncle in London and help with my cousins.
Mr. Holmes smile grew sardonic. “Dr. Stamford does have quite the brood. Six, I believe.”
“Yes, and all of them such dear creatures, too.”
“I daresay.” He sat back and studied Molly for a moment, and she lifted a brow and returned the favor, which again brought a sincere smile to his lips. And then he said, “Ah! Finally!” as it was seen that the innkeeper’s wife had emerged from the kitchen and was now approaching, followed by two underlings with laden trays. “Shall we postpone further discussion of this particular topic until after dinner? I feel there is hope that we may come to an understanding, but hunger… intrudes.”
Molly chuckled and said, “I am entirely of your way of thinking, Mr. Holmes.”
“On all points?”
A little of her humor faded, but she replied thoughtfully, “Perhaps.”
*
Dinner was a resounding success. Miss Hooper had forgone breakfast just as he had done himself, and Sherlock was pleased to observe that she set to with a will, exclaiming at intervals over the excellence of the repast and then gasping in sheer delight when the chocolate soufflé was brought to the table. Their conversation throughout was desultory but edifying, Sherlock encouraging her to enlarge upon her “avocation”, and contributing his own mite by describing the details of one or two criminal investigations with which he had been involved. He was quite pleased with her reaction to the latter -- at first glance she might have struck him as a mere milk-and-water miss, but that’s where it ended. Those expressive eyes were alight with intelligence, her questions were gratifyingly cogent, and her curiosity and lack of squeamishness both did her great credit.
They were finishing up with a glass of Port for him, raspberry cordial for her, and a dish of sweetmeats and nuts between them, when a noisy arrival at the inn that included the sound of a strident female voice caused Miss Hooper to look up in alarm, the pretty colour in her cheeks fading abruptly.
“Oh! Oh, no! It’s my stepmother!” she uttered, and pushed back her chair, scrambling to her feet so hastily that her glass of cordial tipped over, spilling its contents across the white tablecloth. “Oh, Heavens!” she cried, horrified at the mishap, and then froze at the sound of the inn’s door opening and a male voice shouting, “House! House, I say!”
Sherlock rose swiftly, too, but not swiftly enough. With a last despairing glance at him, Miss Hooper bolted, rushing straight across the room toward the kitchen door. Sherlock swore in annoyance as she disappeared. He quickly gathered up her abandoned pelisse, hat, and bandbox, and, with a last glance at the occupants of the foyer -- a plump matron in a purple gown had now joined the demanding, grim-faced gentleman who looked to be a parson of some sort -- he took his leave, following Miss Hooper through the kitchen.
The only occupant of the kitchen was a mildly interested lad sitting on a stool by the open hearth, slowly turning a spit with a turkey upon it. Seeing Sherlock, the boy jerked his head toward the far door, which appeared to lead to the stable yard.
“Thank you,” Sherlock said, and made his exit.
It was approaching dusk, and for a moment it seemed that Miss Hooper had vanished. However, after a few moments of looking about in the waning light, Sherlock spied her, hovering near the back corner of the inn, her hands gripped together in patent indecision. He strode toward her, with a glance around to locate anyone who might see them, but the stable boys were apparently at the front of the inn, tending to the coach in which Miss Hooper’s pursuers had arrived.
The girl watched him as he approached, and allowed him to hustle her into the shadows before speaking. She said, “It is the vicar, the Reverend Mr. Blackstone who has come with Albinia, to… to fetch me back, I suppose. Oh, what am I to do? What a dreadful scene must occur. I’m so very sorry Mr. Holmes!”
“Miss Hooper, do put your pelisse and hat on against the chill,” he told her, calmly. “You have only to tell me what you wish to do.”
She did as he’d bade, visibly striving for control, but as she tied on her hat while he helped her button up the pelisse she said to him, “I had planned to travel to London, to stay with my aunt and uncle -- and to ask them why they supported your suit, though of course I now understand why they did so. My stepmother, unfortunately, insisted on reading the letter from my aunt. When I expressed the desire to avoid you, and instead travel to London, she refused to entertain the notion. So I arranged a clandestine escape with a friend of mine, Barnaby Whitlaw -- the son of a local farmer. He took me up just before dawn, on his way to the market at Greenlea, some three miles from here. I walked the rest of the way, hoping to catch the afternoon Mail Coach, but I was too late. There is another that departs from here at seven in the morning, however, and that is why I needed a room for the night.”
“I see,” he said, then, “Let me fix this,” and set to work to straighten the hat’s ribbons which she’d tied in a perfectly abominable bow.
She stood quite still while he corrected the fault, her mouth set, but her eyes were beginning to glisten. He was almost finished with his task when she finally spoke again, her voice tremulous. “I suppose you will say I am fairly caught and it is time to have done with such nonsense.”
He lifted his brows in surprise. “Why would I tell you any such thing? Your wish to avoid your step-mother and that parson seems quite reasonable to me. If you indeed wish to go to London, to London you shall go. There! Your bow is as fine as my skill can make it. You are dressed warmly, and have your bandbox. Do you think you can retrace your steps toward Greenlea? Night is coming on, but I shouldn’t be above an hour.”
“Yes. Yes, of course I can, but--”
“I will pay the shot here and get some fresh horses put to my curricle, then travel toward Greenlea and take you up when we meet. If we stay off the main roads we will be a little delayed, but I believe we should be able to avoid pursuit and perhaps make it as far as Doncaster before we are obliged to put up for the night, thanks to this fine weather and a full moon.”
“But what will you tell everyone? The innkeeper and his wife will surely question my departure since a room was being prepared for me.”
“Very true. However, a word in the right ear, a guinea in the right pocket, and the thing is done.”
She flushed. “I… it appears that I will owe you a great deal before this adventure is complete, Mr. Holmes. I am not entirely sure--”
“Come, come, Miss Hooper!” he said, with a pretense of impatience. “You are possessed of an independence, are you not? At least I was given to understand that you are not penniless. You can very well reimburse any expenditure I may make on your behalf. Or are you concerned with the proprieties? I’m afraid that bird has flown, since your stepmother saw fit to share the story with the local parson.”
“Oh, dear. That is very true. They say women are dreadful gossips, but Reverend Blackburn has them all beat to flinders. He is the most odious man. I never could see why Albinia cultivated his friendship.”
“There is certainly no accounting for taste,” Sherlock said, and a crooked smile touched his lips as he considered his newly acquired taste for the company of one Molly Elizabeth Hooper.
And indeed, she gave an answering smile, and there was a gleam in her eye as she said, “Very well. I will put my fate into your hands, Mr. Holmes.”
“Miss Hooper, I will do my utmost to fulfill your faith in me,” he replied, and, to both her surprise and his own, he lifted her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on her slender fingers.
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Marble Halls, Part 1
The beginning of a sequel to “The Scenic Route”, “Lost The Plot” etc. I’m still not entirely sure where this is going, but let’s see...
Siegfried, Tristan and the Doctor were at the breakfast table when James came back from an early-morning calving.
“I've just seen Roly Partridge out for a walk with Percy and a young woman,” he said. “I always saw him as rather a loner, and can't really imagine him keeping company with women, especially not young ones.”
“Perhaps a late-blooming romance,” said Siegfried. “On his part, at least. I can imagine a certain sort of young woman being attracted to the artistic type.”
Tristan was intrigued by this, as by any local gossip and goings-on. He was determined to investigate what the 'certain sort of young woman' who took up with Roly might be like.
Siegfried went on to explain to the Doctor that Roly was an artist (“rather avant-garde, probably a little too much for a place like Darrowby, really”). The Doctor, now fully recovered, had so quickly become a fixture at Skeldale that Siegfried kept forgetting that he hadn't always been part of the household. Often, the Doctor's lively intelligence, honed by years of working out the sociodynamics of alien civilisations, pieced together what was going on before Siegfried had even realised that an explanation was required.
Breakfast over, the Doctor and Tristan went out to the paddock to continue their repairs on the TARDIS. Tristan managed to find a number of pressing reasons – tea-breaks, toilet-breaks, an apparent conviction that he was the only one in the household capable of correctly answering the telephone – to go around the side of the house, from which he had a clear view of Roly's cottage. The Doctor continued his maintenance work without commenting on the frequency of these absences. Eventually, Tristan's persistence was rewarded. Roly came out of the house, together with his small white terrier Percy and the mysterious woman.
“Hello, Mr. Partridge! Good to see you,” said Tristan, crossing over to greet them.
“Hello, Mr Farnon This is my niece, Vera. She's studying at art school down in London, but has come up here to work with me during her summer vacation. Vera, this is Tristan Farnon, a final-year veterinary student who works at his brother's practice across the road.” Roly had the tact not to mention for exactly how many years Tristan had been a final-year student.
“Following in your uncle's footsteps, then,” said Tristan, even more intrigued now that it was clear that the young woman was not in a romantic relationship with the artist. He gave her the most charming smile in his arsenal and looked at her for as long as politeness allowed. Vera bore a certain family resemblance to Roly, including the round, wire-rimmed glasses (he laughed at himself for the thought that wire-rimmed glasses could run in families), but her hair was darker than Roly's and gathered up in a loose bun.
“Yes, despite everyone's best efforts to discourage me,” she said. “They've been trying to convince me that sewing, typing or cooking would be a safer bet, and they may well be right, but I thought that I had to give it a try. I work evenings at a Lyon's Corner House waiting on and cleaning, and they've said that they will take me on full-time if art school doesn't work out.” She spoke with what had once been a northern accent that had been schooled by years of education into some approximation to received pronunciation.
“What sort of things do you paint?” asked Tristan, wishing for the first time in his life that he knew more about art. “Are you interested in abstract art and that sort of thing?”
“Oh, no,” laughed Vera. “I'm actually very conventional. Landscapes, portraits. I don't go quite as far as to paint kittens and roses for chocolate-boxes, but I am planning to do a series of views of the Dales.”
“Well, I often have to drive out there on calls, so if you need a lift to some scenic spot, do let me know and I'd be happy to oblige,” said Tristan. It would be interesting to spend time with someone so different from the usual nurses and farmers' daughters – someone, perhaps, more bohemian. (Tristan wasn't entirely sure what being 'bohemian' entailed, but had a vague impression of late nights, loose-fitting clothes and unconventional domestic arrangements.)
“That would be very kind, wouldn’t it, Uncle?” said Vera, giving Tristan the most charming smile in her arsenal.
It was then that the Doctor came around the side of the house at a jog. “Tristan!” he called, “Could you come and help me with something?” He showed absolutely no surprise at finding Tristan in conversation with two people who were clearly the older man and younger woman alluded to at breakfast.
“Is this your twin brother?” asked Vera. Roly, who knew that Tristan had no twin brother, just stared, forgetting his manners in his shock.
“Umm, no, it's a little more complicated than that,” said Tristan, wondering where to start with the explanation.
“Hello, how do you do,” said the Doctor, who had now reached the little group. He held out his hand to Vera. “I'm the Doctor.”
#the scenic route#all creatures great and small#doctor who#fifth doctor#siegfried farnon#tristan farnon#james herriot#roly partridge#original character#my fiction#marble halls
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The Sacrifice
Year 1997 – 1998
Before coming to the UK, my family lived in the UAE. Before that, we lived in Pakistan where I was born. Eid in Pakistan was always a big deal. I actually used to look forward to it. It was food, new clothes, money for the kids and most importantly a time where the family would come around. We had moved from Rawalpindi back to my birth town of Sargodha in the province of Punjab. This is where some of my father’s family lived. We would sometimes go and visit my mum’s parents for Eid however this year we were staying home. A few weeks before the “Big Eid” (Eid ul Adha) my dad brought home the best present I could ever want. A couple of goats! It’s shocking how much joy an animal can bring to a child. We had no other pets but my mum had a Partridge in a cage at home. There was a ridiculous claim that they brought “good luck” to a household due to their bird song translating into “Glory to your Nature God” or something like that. But aside from this poor little bird in a small cage in the house, we didn’t have anything else.
My dad brought the goats and he told me that one of them was mine. I was over the moon. I spent the next few weeks taking the goat for walks, constantly stroking it, making sure it had water and also gave it some of my toys to play with as it was tied up in the back of the house. We would go every day to buy fresh hay. It should be noted at this point that the only thing both my parents told me about this goat was that it was mine and it was for Eid.
I woke up on Eid day and wore my new clothes to go to the Mosque with my dad and brother for the morning prayer. Each year, we would sit down in a local park where the massive Eid Prayer was held. It was only men of course and before the prayer there was the customary sermon. Eid ul Adha is the 2nd Eid that Muslims celebrate. It takes place after the Hajj (Pilgrimage in Mecca). It honours the willingness of Ibrahim (Abraham) to sacrifice his son as an act of obedience to God’s command. Before Abraham sacrificed his son, God provided a male goat to sacrifice instead. In commemoration of this, an animal is sacrificed and divided into three parts: one third of the share is given to the poor and needy; another third is given to relatives, friends and neighbours; and the remaining third is retained by the family. I was very much aware of this however being around 8 years old, I didn’t think I was prepared for what happened after we returned from the morning prayers.
We were greeted by my mum who gave us some desert (it is custom to eat something sweet after you return from Eid Prayers), and we all proceeded to have breakfast. After a while the doorbell rang and my dad went to open it, I walked outside into the front of the house and saw a butcher sharpening his knives. There was a large cutting board made from what could only be described as a tree trunk and soon, my dad came over and said that this is for the Qurbani (Sacrifice). We never really had a Qurbani in the house before, all I knew about it was that we got some meat sent over from a butchers but this time it was happening in the house as opposed to a somewhere else. Being that young, I didn’t realise what was happening until my dad went and brought my goat from the back of the house towards the butcher. There was an immense feeling of dread and the realization that my goat was going to be slaughtered. Without a thought, tears started coming out of my eyes, I didn’t know what to do, I was frozen, and my dad told me that we have to slaughter to the goat for God. “That’s fine! But not my goat!” I shouted. In Pakistan, there really aren’t any animal rights laws, even if there were, they don’t apply to animals that are to be sacrificed. It wasn’t until they lied the goat on the ground and began to tie its legs when I lost my temper. I remember screaming at the butcher, and called him a dog. I ran towards my Goat and my mum grabbed me and sent me upstairs.
I ran upstairs and proceeded to the balcony where I could see what was happening. The goat was bleating. It sounded like a person screaming for help. I remember that so vividly. I was livid and the tears wouldn’t stop rolling down. They had tied its legs, and the butcher proceeded with taking the knife towards the goat’s neck. In order to make an animal slaughter halal, a short prayer is said just before it is killed. I heard the butcher say it as he used the knife to cut the neck. I don’t think it was something I should have been allowed to see, but the entire family was gathered on the balcony. My mum, my dad’s sisters, their daughter and my brothers. It was a spectacle at the cost of what could only be described as suffering. Dad’s sister tried to console me but I screamed my lungs out as I watched my pet being killed. It was struggling as its life was drained away in a huge pool of blood. Muslims will lead you to believe that halal is the best way to kill an animal as it is quick and painless. There wasn’t anything even remotely quick or painless about what I was looking at. It was inhumane. It was at this time the rope on the goats leg became lose and it tried to get up as its partially decapitated head swivelled. The butcher pushed it and it fell back. They held its legs, until the last bit of life escaped from it.
I cried all day and refused to talk or see anyone. I didn’t eat anything all day and in the evening my dad brought over some rice. He told me that I need to eat and the whole point of a Qurbani is that we sacrifice something we love for God. He told me that all the animals which were slaughtered today go to heaven and it’s our Muslim duty and an obligation from God. All I knew was that the story of Abraham sacrificing his son in obligation to God was to test his willingness to do so. Just as he was about to do it, a goat was brought in its place on the command of God. So in the end, he didn’t sacrifice what he loved. But today, I lost a beloved pet… and I knew that nothing was sent by God to replace her.
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DAVID CASSIDY & THE PARTRIDGE FAMILY MEET RICHARD PRYOR, LOUIS GOSSETT JR, and “THE BLACK PANTHERS” in “SOUL CLUB” (aired January 29, 1971)
Sure, The Partridge Family was a single-camera comedy with a laugh track, mostly aimed at kids, a barely plausible framework on which to hang some flimsy pop songs -- but it never shied away from a variety of social issues, including women's rights and racial justice.
My favorite episode was "Soul Club", which first aired in January 1971. It featured one of the show's better songs, "Bandala", and a few other things that merit some additional context.
"Soul Club” also featured RICHARD PRYOR and LOU GOSSETT (as he was credited)!! It was in fact a back-door pilot intended to kick off a series with the two of them that sadly never came to pass.
Gaze upon Richard and Lou, and think about ABC trying to launch a sitcom for them out of The Partridge Family. Yikes! I’m sorry we never got to see that, but I’m glad we got to see this.
The pair played brothers who had intended to book The Temptations into their inner city Detroit social club (the titular “Soul Club”), only to have the white, white, oh so white, Partridge Family roll up instead.
The Temptations concert had been the brothers’ last hope to save their club. They’d gotten in deep to a loan shark, and were counting on The Temptations to deliver a big payday.
It was immediately apparent that the Partridges weren’t going to be able to help them – ah, until they actually DID help. Heartwarming hilarity ensued as the Partridges played a street fair benefit show.
Along the way to saving the day (which they did), Danny Partridge is made an honorary member of "The Afro-American Cultural Society,” a thinly-veiled and highly favorable representation of the Black Panthers.
In fact, when you look this episode up yourself – and you should – many accounts report that the episode DID feature the Black Panthers. (For a start, try Googling “Partridge Family Black Panthers.”)
(Danny Partridge welcomed into “The Afro-American Cultural Society” as Richard Pryor and Louis Gossett Jr look on.)
Even without the actual Black Panthers, a number of scholarly sources have nevertheless cited the “Soul Club” episode as a pivotal moment in American cultural history. That part is absolutely true. This was among the first wholly positive depictions of militant black pride in mainstream media, maybe even the first, and it was A Big Deal.
After all, these were days when J. Edgar Hoover denounced the Black Panther Free Breakfast Program as “the greatest threat to the internal security of the United States of America” – not the Black Panthers in general, but free breakfast in particular.
The Partridge Family, instead, literally normalized the idea of people of color being PEOPLE – parents, kids, volunteer firefighters, musicians – who were politically engaged in improving their communities, a much different picture than the prevailing stereotype of communities of color as bomb-throwers bent on race war.
I didn’t need the perspective of history to tell me that this was a big deal. Watching on that Friday night in 1971, I could FEEL that it was a big deal.
Don’t forget that Soul Train was still 9 months away from national syndication, and there were few shows on TV at the time featuring any characters of color. There were two black leads on Room 222 airing the same night as The Partridge Family, plus Flip Wilson’s variety show, and on a weekly basis, that was about it for people of color making regularly scheduled appearances on prime time American television in 1971.
As a result, this may have been the largest collection of black people that most of white America had ever seen in one place, and they were dancing. And trying to improve their community, and otherwise, going about their day’s business. Maybe we didn’t need the FBI crawling all over these communities like we’d been told. Maybe, thought white Americans like me, just maybe, it was enough to support them where we could, and otherwise just let them be, because they’re just trying to make a better life for themselves, same as me. Their advancement is certainly not at my expense.This was a radical, radical concept at the time. Kinda still is. Again.
And how’s this for radical? A Black family and a white family sharing a meal. Look, I was living in the South when this aired, and yeah, I do want to emphasize the thing that lots of southerners do, that your image of how racism works in practice there probably needs refinement, but I definitely remembered being shocked when we moved there in the mid-60s and seeing “Whites Only” signs on not just water fountains and restaurants, but public swimming pools, doctors offices, and all kinds of other places.
The signs were gone by 1971, but the side-by-side drinking fountains and other very visible vestiges of the seriously segregated 60s were still standing. There were LOTS of segments of public life that, in practice, were very much segregated. Black and white families eating elbow to elbow at the same table was something that much of America had never seen, much less experienced. And maybe still haven’t experienced.
None of which would matter in the context of a show about a singing musical family if there wasn’t a great song somewhere in there.
And there is: “Bandala,” one of the best in the show’s entire run.
Kind of a kick – members of the Afro-American Cultural Society are shown serving as the song’s string and horn sections! This might have been the only time in the show’s run that it acknowledged that the plethora of sounds that we’re hearing couldn’t possibly have been coming only from the Partridges themselves.
(Music nerd note: the actual sounds of The Partridge Family’s instruments provided courtesy of The Wrecking Crew! Most often in the form of Hal Blaine on drums, Joe Osborn on bass, and Larry Knechtel on keyboards, including the glorious harpsichord on the Partridges’ ur-hits “I Think I Love You” and “C’mon Get Happy”.)
Wait for Pryor and Gossett to show up around the 2-minute mark in this clip, “giving five” to each other in a variety of creative ways, some involving hip bumps. Yes indeed, friends. Hip bumps.
There are obviously far more than the usual number of nits to pick with an episode like this, but that’s for another time. (Or for your replies. Feel free. It is problematic, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t also a cultural watershed of its era.)
In the meantime, I hope you can enjoy the clip above for what it is, a terrific David Cassidy vocal on a nifty pop tune, with some endearing moments in the episode as a whole, featuring a colossal missed opportunity for Pryor & Gossett, but its very ambitious heart in the right place.
#david cassidy#david cassidy rip#the partridge family#black panthers#1971#richard pryor#1971 music#soul club#music on tv#music on tv 1971#the wrecking crew
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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS: DAY 3 (DAMIAN WAYNE X READER)
Part 1 | Part 2 | x | Part 4
"...Damian Wayne gave me, three french hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree?"
"...that's such a pain to me, Jason's hangovers, rigging up the lights and finding a Christmas tree, Tt."
Shivering slightly, you turn onto your side on your bed before you rubbed your tired eyes. You squint your eyes at your clock by the nightstand. Was it only roughly five in the morning? Or six? You weren't sure as your eyes had then quickly begun to feel heavy and started to shut, but then they snap open again when the same loud knocking returned back to your front door. "..door!!" You groaned out as your arm dangled lazily over the bed. You shut your eyes again, before opening them. You forgot, there was no one at home but you.
You squinted your eyes trying to remember why it was either that your family had forgotten about you or that they left and you were the one who volunteered to stay behind. You sighed out heavily at how quiet the house before pushing yourself up. Tugging the blanket over your head, you let your feet drag across the wooden floor and down to the hallway to your front door. Not bothered looking through the peephole, you swung the door open. "What?" You tiredly lean against the door frame with your eyes shut.
"Is that how you greet your guest, [First Name]?" A familiar voice was heard.
"D--" You pause to cover your mouth to hide the yawn. "Damian..?" You asked tiredly while rubbing the blurriness out of your eyes but suddenly a shrilling noise that suspected to sound like a hen or a rooster woke the living daylights out of you easily. Stumbling back away from the door frame, and nearly falling backward because of your blanket, you managed to hold your footing and look up at Damian with wide and alarming eyes.
You stared at the three hens that were surrounding Damian. The chickens clucking in their spot and ruffling their feathers, you slowly turn your eyes up to Damian. "French hens." He answered. "Hurry up and get dress, we're late."
Your thoughts were pulled away when you watch Damian invite himself in with the three hens. "W-wait." You drop the blanket around and reach a hand out to grab the back of Damian's shirt. "Where are we going this early? And take off your shoes." It was only either five or six in the morning.
Damian turned around and the first thing that caught his eyes was the blanket on the ground. He bends down to pick it up for you. "We're going to my farm." He wraps the blanket over again tightly. "Wear something extra warm and appropriate." He then seats himself down and starts to take off his shoes.
You pulled the end of the blanket up to cover the bottom half of your face to hide the red that appeared on your face. It was nice to know that he was concern about whether or not you'll be warm enough going out today. "Wait, you own a farm?"
"Where else do you shelter hens and a cow properly?" If it was possible, you could hear his eyes roll at you with his back facing you. "Go get dressed." You jokingly saluted him before hurrying back to your room to get ready.
Placing the shoes on the side, Damian tucks his hands into his pockets before idly making his way towards your room. He looked at the pictures hung on the wall. They were all the whole typical normal family he had seen. Turning his attention away, he heads towards your bedroom door. He didn’t really think much of knocking, he somewhat blamed it on himself for developing a habit of barging into someone's room, but he couldn't blame himself, it got his brothers riled up. Realising what he did, Damian freezes, this wasn't any of his brother's room but he quickly gave out a sigh of relief to see you hopping around, one hand pulling up a sock and the other brushing your teeth. "You're going to choke on your toothbrush if you fall."
He couldn't really make out what words you were saying with the toothbrush in your mouth, but when you finally got the sock on, you dashed back to your bathroom. The sound of water rushing was heard and within seconds you emerged out again. "Ta-da." You jokingly spun around to show Damian the clothes that you picked for today. Damian sighed out as you walked back over to him and hooked your arm around his to drag him back down the hallway. Flustered just a bit, Damian quickly then took over your lead but the both of you seemed to have a different destination to go. Damian heading to the front door and you, to the kitchen. The two destination was in the opposite direction and soon the two of you slipped and fell to the ground. "Ow." You muttered out while rubbing your back that smacked against Damian. He was like a brick wall. "Damian I need to eat."
It seemed that Damian had forgotten. He pulls his arm out from your hold and pulled back his sleeve to check the watch. "We don't have time, we'll just grab some food on the way." He quickly stood up and dusted himself before grabbing your hand and dragging you along and out the house. You stammered over your words as Damian ushered you into the car.
"Good morning Miss [First Name]." You hear Alfred greet you. Your attention was quickly drawn over to Alfred and politely greeted the butler back. The thought of missed breakfast was gone from your head when you noticed someone else in the front seat. "That is Master Jason." Alfred seemed to have picked up your confused look.
"He was meant to 'supervise' us today, but the bastard got himself drunk last night and now his knocked out." You hear Damian sighed. "He was too fed by the lights yesterday." You didn't know it was possible for some lengthy tangled lights to make Jason go on a drinking spree. Said man snorted slightly as he shifted in his seat.
You leaned back in your seat. "Did he ever get it untangled?"
"No. He got it even more tangled." Damian said bluntly. And you wondered why no one chose to help Jason out. The ride was silent after that. You silently applauded Alfred for being able to avoid all the potholes for either the sake of Jason or Damian plus you. But other than that, you were bored and you could tell that Damian was also bored. What was sad that the both of you had a perfect target and opportunity to pull just a small prank on a certain knocked out someone, but with Alfred's knowing look, the both of you sunk down slightly in your seats.
You idly twirled a strand of hair until a thought came to your head. "Damian." You called out. Said guy merely grunted. "Now that I think about it, why all of a sudden dragging me with you to go to your farm?" You watched as Damian stuffed his hands into his pocket while Alfred's eyes flicked to the mirror then back to the road ahead of him. "It sounds like a date."
"It's not a date." Damian quickly defended himself, and you swore you could hear snorts from Alfred and Jason. Damian glared at the back of Alfred's head while burying the lower half of his face into his jacket. "Alfred! Turn on the air conditioner! It's hot in here!" Damian kicked the back of the driver's seat.
"Master Damian, it's December," Alfred grunted as he took a sharp turn. You watched as how Damian was caught off guard as his body hit the door with a slight thud. "And I'm sure neither Mast Jason, Miss [First Name] and I want to catch a cold."
You couldn't help but a smirk slip on your face at Damian, before resting your elbow on his shoulder. You leaned the side of your cheek in your palm before teasingly left out a hum, but it slowly breaks into giggles at him. Damian gives you an annoyed look before pushing you off him as he clears his throat and fixes his jacket. You wanted to tell him how adorable he was being, but you were pretty sure he'll ignore you for the rest of the ride. You looked out the window and sigh inwardly. A date. That sounded nice. With Damian Wayne, that'll be an even better bonus.
You weren't sure how long the ride was, but you were for sure you weren't there yet and must have fallen asleep. Your brow twitched slightly as you stirred in your sleep. You felt something soft under your head and lazily looked up to see how close Damian's face was once again. It was luck that he was still fast asleep to miss the shy look on your face and the heat creeping on your face. Wordlessly, you rested your head back on Damian's shoulder with a goofy smile. The car ride was smooth until Alfred 'accidentally' drove over a pothole. The car jerked up and down, and Damian's head seemed to switch over and rested on top of yours. "Oof!" You covered your mouth to muttered the rest of your surprised noise and stiffen.
Feeling the warm and steady breath on your head, you sighed in relief that he was asleep. His evening breath and scent easily got you sleepy again and the heat he provided was also comforting. You were knocked out sooner than you thought to be, and then you were in a deep sleep.
SNAP!
The sound of a camera shutter went off and some white bright light you spotted behind your eyelids woke you up again slightly until you felt a violent jerk from Damian. The noise and light seemed to have awakened him as well, and knowing what Jason had done, Damian lurched forward and tried to snatch the phone from Jason and possibly throw it out of the car window.
The rest of the ride wasn't silent after that.
"W-wait, I feel a bit sick."
Nor was it clean.
"I warned you, Master Jason."
"Goddamn it, Todd!"
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Superman … Monday … Cheezy Pouffs … Bacon … Stumbling … Trail Mix … Punch … Friday … Preparation ... Uncle Mudler
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By Tuesday afternoon, they had a full house, five kids, two FBI agents, an injured Maggie and as Mulder included in his head, quite possibly a partridge in a pear tree. The kids knew to steer clear of Grandma/Aunt Maggie but sometimes, kids just have to see their Grandma/Aunt Maggie and they hovered on the stairs, one on each step, peering through the banister railings, quietly waiting until she was settled on the couch, feet up, pillows under her arm before, “Grandma?”
Oh, she had missed their voices, surrounded by nurse matter-of-factness and doctor ramblings for four unbearable days. Waving her arm in their direction, they took that as the ‘go’ sign and scrambled, politely remembering not to crash into her but definitely skidding to stops very close to injured parts.
The cacophony of stories made Mulder’s ears ring, five kids with five lives that needed to be relayed immediately to their favorite person. He watched Scully smiling a concerned grin, worried someone would jostle her mother right back in the hospital but again, to the kids credits they were on best behavior, finally calming after a few minutes so Maggie could speak, “and tell me, when is your last day of school again?”
Sam piped up, “Thursday. It was supposed to be a half day but since we had so many snow days, they made it full.”
Mulder realized he’d better make some damn good lunch bag drawings because he’d only be doing them two more days. He felt three-headed monsters and Tribbles with sunglasses were in order for Wednesday.
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It took until after 11 to get everyone settled in and quiet, Maggie under the influence of painkillers and the kids under the influence of an hour of flashlight tag in the park down the street. Mulder met Scully as he left the kitchen, “ready to collapse?” He could see the weariness in her eyes, purple shadow below darkening blue above, the surrounding skin pale. As she nodded, he held out his hand, “come on, lumpy bed awaits.”
“Lunches done?”
“Yup. Maggie drugged?”
“Yup.”
Switching off lights as they walked, “and the monitor’s plugged in?”
“Yeah. She can wake me up if she needs me but I’ll set the alarm for a few hours and go check on her.”
It took a few minutes to get in bed but once there, Scully melted into the mattress, face buried in the pillow, “it might be lumpy but I adore this bed right now.”
Laughing into her shoulder, “go to sleep. I’ll listen for your mom and go find out what she needs. If it’s the bathroom, I’ll wake you up, otherwise I’ll deal with it.”
“But you have to go back to work tomorrow? You’ll be exhausted.”
Kissing first her nose then hugging her toes with his, “I’ll be fine. Trust me.”
She snored her answer back.
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It was truly strange for him. He helped Maggie once with painkillers, crawled back in beside a warm body, woke up to small Toby eyes and a request for breakfast, dropped kids at various schools, went to work, thought about Scully, kids, Maggie, dinner, grocery shopping, what to do that evening, what stories he would tell the littles before bed, how nice it would be to settle in beside Scully again that night, then left work promptly at 5, drove home with a smile, entered the loud, boisterous house with a wider grin and stopped dead when he saw Scully standing in the kitchen at the sink.
His chest squeezed so tight, his throat constricting, blocking life giving air from traveling to heart and brain.
He was a hair’s breath away from having the perfect, wished for, sought after life and suddenly realizing this might very well be as close as he’d ever get, his heart skipped.
Then skipped again.
The third thudding had him grabbing the stair railing for a moment, the tunneling stars in his vision signaling either passing out or heart attack. He preferred passing out as he called Scully’s name, her arriving at his side just as his body corrected itself, normalized beats pounding the blood in his ears.
“Mulder?! Are you okay? What happened?”
He really should tell her the truth but instead, “slammed my finger in the door but it’s better now.” Flexing his hand for good measure, “still moving but for a minute, thought I was gonna die.”
Hannah came down just then, appearing beside him on the steps, keeping Scully from calling his bullshit out for the world to see and knowing a golden opportunity when it came to him, he turned to the little girl, “hungry?” After the smaller human nodded, Mulder took her hand, leading her to the kitchen and circumventing any sort of questioning from his partner, a win-win situation in his opinion.
The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, everyone eating hot dogs in Maggie’s room, dinner plates on laps, drinks clear and non-staining, hot dogs and mashed potatoes hitting the spot before proceeding to Monopoly and Checker and Hi-Ho-Cherry-O themselves into oblivion while loud thunderstorms kept them inside instead of out.
Mulder kept his eyes on the game, avoiding the penetrating gaze of one Dana Katherine Scully at all costs.
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“Mulder.”
“I’m asleep, Scully. Don’t wake me up.”
“Mulder.”
“Can’t you hear my loud and raucous dreams about loud and raucous sex with you?”
Rolling him towards her, she looked down at his face, head cocked sideways, “what happened?”
“Banged the shit out of my hand. I told you that.”
“Then how come you haven’t looked me in the eye all night long?”
She would be the definitive death to his lying abilities in the very near future if not right this very minute. Scrunching his eyes shut, then keeping them at squinched half-mast, “why the hell can’t I lie to you anymore?”
“You could never lie to me. I just normally chose not to fight you on your crap but now, given we’re sleeping in the same bed nightly, you’ve seen me stark naked and I’ve got a few minutes to spare, I’m gonna ask what happened.”
“I feel like an idiot but, um … I just … all day,” hand going to rub across his temple then arm curling around the top of his head, “I woke up with you and dropped kids off and thought about dinner and games and you and I left work at five, then, when I came in the door, you were standing at the kitchen sink and complete 50’s sexism reared its ugly moniker but … just for a second … and this is what really scared the hell out of me … is that they could be our kids and I came home to our house and you made dinner and we were all going to sit down and be that unnervingly perfect family that I have never experienced even a day of and my heart started pounding and I thought there was a really good chance I was dying.”
She adored his rushing, run-on sentences when they weren’t filled with government angst and clenched fists and conspiratorial rage, “you realize our family would be very far from perfect, correct? Even if you do pass genetic muster, they’d be loud and clumsy and have rather prominent feet which they’d trip over then break things, themselves included and there would be a tendency to cheat at cards and belch like my brother at inopportune times and their teeth would be horribly crooked ‘cause, let me tell you, there was a reason I never smiled with my mouth open as a child.”
“Yeah. Perfect, like I said.”
She’d finally come to terms with her barrenness but in the realm he was speaking, she could feel her lightness, her firm, walled off soul bending under the weight of reality. Burying herself suddenly in his shoulder, “let’s just enjoy the week, all right?”
That was the last thing he expected, then, his brain kicked in, thinking of her instead of himself, “oh, God, I’m sorry.” Bringing down his arms, he hugged her head to his chest, “I’m sorry. I should learn to lie better.”
With a nearly sad chuckle into his neck, “I’m okay. I’ve accepted life as it is but I’d rather lie here and discuss just where the hell we’re going to keep the mattress when we buy it because this sofa bed is leaving something to be desired for my back.”
Because he was completely cheesy and pathetically in love sometimes, he whispered, his hands in the vicinity of her inner thigh, “I constantly desire you on your back … and front … and on top and underneath.”
She’d known it was coming, she expected it to sound just as cliché as anything ever said in the universe but instead, it was soft and warm, underlying tones of utter adoration and acceptance of her just as she was.
If only her mother wasn’t in the next room and there weren’t five kids upstairs and the bed didn’t squeak, “I’d give you an entire bag of red M&Ms if I could.”
Squeezing her tight, “right back at you, g-woman.”
#I constantly desire you on your back … and front … and on top and underneath#msr#xfiles fanfic#xf fanfic#my writing#Life part 2 series#Maggie Scully
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