#such a fun day with aunt Theresa
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Carnal Desire Part 2
If you missed Part 1 you can find it here
And yes, this is smut for the smut sake.
THIS IS NSFW
Warning for: chocking, rough sex, degrading in a sexual context, werewolf transformation during sex, graphic description of genitalia
This was @stormbrightwriter and my little smut challenge this week going with the prompt "Shh, there are other people next door"
Have fun @catharticallysarcastic @kainablue @bloodlessheirbyjacques
The reception had been exhausting, and Tamsin was glad that she could finally leave without causing a commotion, especially as the central figure of the evening. She still had to laugh at the situation when she was alone.
It had been half a year now since Kieran had made it clear to her that she was a werewolf, just like him and Frederick. At first, she had laughed at him until he had proven it to her.
Her gaze went to Frederick, with all the pleading to leave put in it, she could muster. The ghost of a smirk settled briefly on his lips. A shiver chased through her as she thought of those lips and how much they made her feel like Little Red Riding Hood, the way Frederick literally ate her up with his kisses.
Whispers around her reminded her that for all the differences with legends, one thing was true then: werewolves had better senses, and just the thought of Frederick's lips already caused to warm her up inside. Probably the whole room could smell her arousal.
A clearing of her throat as a sign that she wanted to say something brought Frederick's attention to her. She loved the way he hung on her lips when she said something.
"I'm going to our room. The day has been long and my feet are slowly killing me."
Immediately, he was standing by her and had a hand on her lower back.
"Do you want me to carry you?"
His concern was heartbreaking honest and made Tamsin's knees go weak.
"I can still manage that bit. Long live the elevators."
A giggle went around the room.
"Yeah, the modern shoes really aren't made for events like this," Theresa agreed with her.
From the very first moment, Tamsin had taken Frederick's great-aunt to her heart, if only because she was so wonderfully direct.
"Maybe we should just change the dress code soon? High heels only by choice."
The outrage of the younger women was like a cold wave, but those who were already at least in their late thirties only nodded in agreement.
"That's a good plan."
One of the other aunts nodded in agreement as she spoke.
"But hush, child," Theresa waved a hand, "Your day has been really long."
As Frederick said goodbye, Tamsin saw Theresa's naughty wink. Nothing really remained hidden from this woman. Inevitably, Tamsin had to grin. Of course, everyone had noticed that Kieran wasn't there, just as everyone knew why not. The man had the self-control of an impatient toddler, and that would inevitably only lead to an uproar. Not like Tamsin would have cared. It might have been fun to get the older ones worked up like that.
Tamsin looked to Frederick, who with a half-roll of his eyes told her to ignore it. His hand always stayed in the small of her back, just low enough that it didn't touch her skin and high enough that it didn't land on her butt.
The mark of the pack burned on her left shoulder as soon as they left the hall. Frederick stopped short. The way he moved his shoulder was a clue that his mark was burning as well.
No one had told her that such a thing could happen, and yet it seemed to be something normal, the way Frederick reacted.
She was about to ask him about this when the small door to the next room opened, and she was pulled inside with Frederick. A damned scantily clad Kieran stood in front of them, holding both of them by the wrists. Just being near him made Tamsin's insides seethe. Kieran was the flame that attracted moths, and she was that moth.
"You shouldn't be here," Fredrick declared in a tense voice.
"I'm the leader of the pack."
"And horny as a rabbit on steroids."
"Not just me," Kieran laughed throatily and pointed to Frederick's midsection with a nod.
Tamsin only now noticed that an erection was clearly visible under the tight suit pants. Now she finally understood Theresa's wink.
An annoyed snort accompanied Frederick's attempt to disengage from Kieran.
"You try surviving hours without getting a hard-on when our greedy little she-wolf here has apparently only been able to think about one thing for hours."
"No, don't blame me for this," she admonished with a hint of a laugh in her voice.
Kieran let go of her and licked his lips with a suggestive grin. Tamsin's attempt to somehow get relief for the mark's burning didn't escape him.
"So you're already noticing. I didn't expect that."
The look got a little greedy as Kieran looked at her.
"Notice what?"
"The mark," Frederick explained simply.
Meanwhile, he began to care for equality and untied the bow tie and took off the jacket.
"The mark?"
"It's on fire because of Kieran. Because our idiot of a leader only has sex on his mind."
Panicked, Tamsin looked over her shoulder down the hall.
"Don't worry, only we notice because we belong together. When pairs form within a pack, those involved notice each other's arousal by the burning of the mark when a certain closeness is reached. The longer you're around, the farther the connection goes."
In thought, Tamsin stroked the back of her neck with her hand and let it fall to her chest. Her dress was only a few inches of fabric away from being lewd, with the plunging neckline in the back and the length that went just halfway up her thigh.
It wasn't until she bumped her butt against a dresser that she noticed how Kieran had pushed her against it. His hands tugged at the fabric of the dress, slowly pushing it up.
"I'm impatient?" she asked now, clearly laughing.
His nose brushed along her collarbone.
"You're just like a drug to me."
She wanted to say something, but it was blown away as he kissed her and at the same time his fingers stroked her clit for the first time. Tamsin moaned loudly.
"Shh, there are people in the next room," Frederick teased her.
She just gave him a dirty look. By now he was naked and the view of his erection was unobstructed. Again she moaned, which ended in a whimper. Kieran had pulled her dress over her head.
"Look at that, our she-wolf is a bitch in heat."
Frederick motioned her toward him with that exultant yet stern look that caused Tamsin to get goosebumps all over her body. His index finger wandered like a ghost over her spine, followed by kisses, while she sat half on the dresser, Kieran driving her insane with little circles around her clit and his mouth on her neck. Part of her had been glad not to have put on any underwear, because it would surely have torn now with Kieran's impatience.
"Tell me, my little bitch in heat, do you still want us to fuck you like the animals we are?"
Hearing Frederick talk like that was new to her, but it spoke to something inside her that she couldn't put her finger on. Kieran eased off her neck and looked at him with a silent question.
"Fuck yeah," she groaned.
Of course, Kieran had to choose that moment to go lower with his hand and hit her entrance with his finger.
The ghostly motion of Fredrick went up to her head, then he grabbed her hair by her updo and forced her head over to him.
"Then come for me, my greedy bitch. But quietly. We don't want the guests to know what's going on here."
Her eyes widened at the promise that she was finally getting what she'd wanted for weeks. She leaned into his grip, stretching her neck out to him. Kisses like a breeze followed, traced down to her cleavage and back to her neck.
The one finger had been followed by two more by now, and Kieran pumped his hand into her again and again without mercy, as if he just wanted to impale her that way.
"Come for me, and I'll give you everything you desire," Frederick whispered in her ear.
His free hand grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple as hard as he could. Tamsin bit her lower lip, her whole body stiffening as she came. Only the sounds of breathing and the fragment of a soft moan could be heard. The blood rushing in her ears.
She finally fell against the dresser as she came down from her orgasm. Eyes only half open, she saw Kieran with that satisfied look. Frederick kissed her greedily, claiming. His tongue searched deep inside her mouth for hers, then the kiss was over.
"Good she-wolf. Kneel down."
"What?"
That was all the protest that came out of her. A glance at Kieran only said the same thing while he slipped out of his pants. It was no surprise that he had dispensed with every other article of clothing.
"On your knees. You'll earn it."
It wasn't until he pulled her down from the dresser that Tamsin remembered his hand was still in her hair. He pushed her into the middle of the room, where there was plenty of space. It was only gentle pressure he applied, but it made it clear that she had to follow his instructions if she wanted to get what she was craving.
"You want to feel us inside you at the same time, don't you?"
Fredrick walked around her and stopped in front of her.
"Yes."
His hand went down her cheek to her mouth and pressed his thumb inside. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kieran pleasure himself with slow movements. Slowly realizing what was going on, she pulled Fredrick's thumb into her mouth and sucked on it. Satisfied, he grinned.
A moment later, she had his cock in her mouth and took her time, slowly taking it in and then letting it slide back out. Her tongue slid along the underside of his cock, and she could tell from his look of pleasure that it was just right.
Kieran moved closer and stood behind her. Slowly, he leaned down to her and kissed the top of her head.
"Do you want it all, my flower?"
She looked up at Kieran with a pleading look.
"You're really still spoiling her," Frederick sighed with a groan.
Kieran disappeared behind her, but remained in her field of vision. Frederick laughed softly and took a step backward.
Irritated, she looked at him, but stayed in place. He circled her and grabbed her hair again.
"Here's to all four of you. You're our horny she-wolf, aren't you?"
The updo fell apart as he let go, causing her hair to fall in her face as she went on all fours. Tamsin felt him position himself behind her, the tip of his cock pressed against her. A moan escaped her.
"Shht, you'll get everything you want already."
Carefully, he penetrated her. Slowly, he thrust, which only made her insides spasm expectantly around him. Slowly, agonizingly, playfully, he changed how deep he plunged into her every few movements, driving her insane. Sometimes he rolled his hips, then it was short quick thrusts followed by slow ones. It drove her crazy and she wanted more of it. She needed more. She needed everything.
Tamsin looked up at Kieran. His eyes seemed to turn even more yellow than they already were. Then she heard a low, animalistic growl. Frederick took her hands and pulled her back, making her depend entirely on him to hold her while he slowly drove her more and more insane. Her breasts moved with each thrust, Kieran's gaze fixed on her as if hypnotized.
At first, she thought she was seeing ghosts through the situation, but slowly Kieran changed. He grew taller, hairier, his jaw went forward a bit and his canines clearly became fangs. The arms and legs more muscular, the fingers thicker and longer with long fingernails, but what really made Tamsin howl with lust was his cock. Like everything else on her body, Kieran's cock was now thicker, but more importantly, more tapered in shape and everything inside her sang with pleasure. Her walls tightened around Frederick’s dick as she got a sight of the tip of Kieran’s wolf cock, with the spearheaded form.
"This is what you want, isn't it? Fucked by a big horny wolf cock, just the bitch you are," Frederick growled in his ear.
He reached around and held her by the belly now, pulling her all the way into his lap, one hand on her throat. She only now sensed that he was transformed as well. Fingernails wrapped around her neck like claws, the threat that he could snatch her at any moment like a poor unsuspecting rabbit got her juices flowing like nothing she ever experienced before.
Something burst deep from her in a howl.
"Howl for me, my flower," Kieran cheered her on, "Show the world what a she-wolf you are. Let it out. Let yourself go."
Fredrick was thrusting into her with all his might now, it seemed to be deeper and deeper with each thrust, filling her more and more, claiming her. Again and again he squeezed her throat a little more. She felt claws on her skin that could only belong to Kieran, sending shivers through her that had nothing to do with arousal anymore.
This was something deeper, something primal.
Fredrick bit into her shoulder. She felt the fangs tearing her skin, his claws cutting off her air, and at the same time his cock filling her in a way, pumping into her like a maniac. It clouded her senses, and at the same time she perceived everything crystal clear.
"Show me the she-wolf," Fredrick commanded against her shoulder, "Show me what you're made of."
One last time, he tightened his grip.
Then something inside her broke.
A howl like she had never heard before rang in her ears, followed by Kieran's deep howl. The orgasm was epic in a way she couldn't describe. She perceived everything simultaneously and much more clearly. She could literally feel Frederick coming inside her, pumping her full of his seed. Subconsciously, she pressed against him more, rubbing herself against him, milking everything out of him.
"Oh yeah, that's what you want, isn't it? You want us to fill you with our seed until it drips out of you, don't you? A horny little cum slut you are."
Tamsin should be offended at what Frederick said, wondering how the usually caring man could be like that, but something inside her had taken over, and it found that arousing and wanted more.
"I want it all. Fill me. Use me. Fuck me. Hurt me. Everything....," she whimpered in an occupied voice that didn't seem to belong to her.
Kieran pulled her away from Fredrick and covered her with kisses. He hoisted her onto the dining room table and without further hesitation, he claimed her for his own. Once inside her, he lifted her away from the table and bounced her up and down on his cock a few times. With everything she had, she clawed at him. Moans turned to howls, growing louder with each time, mingling with Kieran’s.
She was almost to the next orgasm again when she felt Frederick at her back. His hand pressed between her ass cheeks, demanding access. Tamsin relaxed as best she could in the position.
Fredrick didn't linger long with any preparations. Why he was hard again, Tamsin didn't know, but she felt his erection penetrating her ass. Just two or three deep thrusts later, Kieran and Fredrick had found a rhythm that made Tamsin whimper, moan, howl and growl.
She bit into Kieran's neck, tasting blood on her tongue, but she didn't have time to think about it as Frederick's hands wrapped around her breasts and kneaded them, he and Kieran simultaneously biting into her shoulders and Kieran's claws digging deep into her ass cheeks.
Like a wave, the two of them moved so that one of them was always buried deep inside her. Frederick kept pinching and stabbing her breast lightly with his claws, causing her to drift away more and more.
The way her walls wrapped around Kieran’s dick, taking him with her during her orgasm, milking him like just moments before she did with Frederick, seemed to turned him on. He sped up, forced Tamsin to come again and again, always taking either Fredrick or Kieran with him with loud howls.
When she regained consciousness, all three were on the floor. The feeling of being filled was the first thing that hit her as soon as Tamsin regained her senses. Followed by a soreness like she'd never had felt before.
Kieran had his arm around her, and Fredrick's arm served as her pillow. She raised her hand to give Frederick a punch on the shoulder, but stopped when she saw her hand. More her claw, actually. A glance down her body showed fur all over her, just like it did with the men.
"Shit, when did that happen?"
Kieran laughed softly.
"While Fredrick was fucking you. I guess you have a thing for choking, huh?"
"How do I undo that?"
"Just give it a little time," Frederick muttered sleepily.
Tamsin chuckled softly to herself.
"We drained him."
"No, you drained us, my flower," Kieran murmured into her shoulder.
With a slight nod to the side, he gestured for her to look. The wall across from them clearly had dents in it that looked suspiciously like the imprint of her butt. Her gaze moved on.
The table had some deep scratch marks. A chair was broken. A cabinet hung a little askew.
"Shit..."
Both men just laughed.
"We had to force you to come back down from your high."
Lightly, Frederick pulled his arm from under her head.
"Forced cuddling. You were in a sex frenzy. That can happen once in a while with the first transformation."
A wide grin on Kieran's face told her he was thinking the same thing she was.
"So I'm up for a repeat. But without broken furniture."
"That's why Kieran should wait until we get to his place," Frederick commented dryly.
"It's still all wolf save," Kieran was still grinning.
"Not today."
There was that defining tone of Frederick's again, sending comforting shivers through her body. He put his free arm over her with a snort.
"You're just as bad as Kieran."
"Am I?"
"You'll see. Tell me, how do you feel about bondage?"
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Excerpt from Chapter 9 of Did You Miss Me?
Read Chapter Nine or Start at Chapter One
"[Alice]'s going to be a great mom one day," Mary said with a soft little smile. "Her and Frank's future little chubby babs give me such a serotonin kick."
"I knoooooow! I'm gonna be Auntie Flo and..." Flo suddenly sat bolt upright, a look of pure horror crashing across her face. "I'm going to be Aunt Flo!" she wailed.
It took Mary and her sleep-fogged brain a second to catch on, but when she did, she nearly fell off the bed trying to contain her giggles. "Ohhh oh no," she gasped, pink-cheeked and bright-eyed. "Ohhh bab, we'll come up with a different name for you, I promise I promise," Mary giggled, covering her mouth to hopefully avoid invoking the neighbour's wrath again.
"Sorry, can't wear a white bathing suit, Aunt Flo is in town..." Flo twisted and hid in Mary's chest with a cry of despair. "Mum, Daddy, why did you do this to me!?"
Mary wrapped her arms around Flo's despondent form and stroked her back soothingly, though her body still shook with muffled giggles. "We'll call you Teri or Theresa or—ohhh, Aunt Lyon-ess, that would be fun!"
"Aunt Flora," Flo suggested. "You'll have to start calling me Flora, so it sticks..."
"Flora," Mary sounded out, the r gently rolling off her tongue with her unbridled accent. "Ooh, that sounds proper Spanish it does!" she chirped. "Flora Ma...hm...Maria Theresa Lyons—no, de Leon," she corrected, her Spanish accent abysmal except for the Brummie-born rolled r, though she was quite proud of her effort.
"Flora Maria?" Flo asked, making herself comfortable on Mary's shoulder. "You muscling in on my name, Mac?"
Mary smiled and shrugged, careful not to dislodge Flo. "You wanted something different. It sounds pretty! Foreign. Sexy. Could be your alter ego. She wears red stilettos and dances the paso doble!"
Chapter 10 (and Sirius Black) coming ~7 AM EST Jan 21!
#Did You Miss Me?#dymm#dymm?#my fics#wolfstar#jily#mary macdonald#florence lyons#fanfic#remus x sirius#sirius black#flowerpott#hp fanfic
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Castle Ficlet: Spring Break Snow Day 1/1
Spring Break Snow Day
Her poor boys. They're being such troopers, better than she would've been at any of their ages, after getting stuck inside thanks to snow on a trip where they'd been promised fun in the sun. She wouldn't blame them for getting antsy and wanting to go back home instead of spending more time at her Aunt Theresa's.
"Hey guys," Kate murmurs, crawling onto the air mattress and poking her head between her youngest two. "How's it going?"
"Momma, are we going to the beach soon?" Her middle son asks. The others look at her with curiosity but relatively little impatience, which she finds impressive.
She nods. Her father should be here in the next day or so to take over helping his sister with her care, but until then it's Kate, Rick, and their trio of boys to the rescue.
"In a couple of days, baby. And I promise, Daddy and I'll make sure we get plenty of time to play in the sand and in the water before we have to go back to school and work."
She gets to her knees, kissing their cheeks, grinning at their exaggerated groans. "You're all being such good helpers, thank you. And as a reward, I sent Daddy to the store to get us some warmer clothes, so we'll be able to go outside and play in the snow soon."
That earns her a trio of eager grins and a few smooches on the cheek as well.
#Fluffy Friday#Caskett#Caskett Fanfic#Castle Fanfic#Castle Fanfiction#My Fanfic#Castle AU Fic#Picture Prompt
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I would like to take a moment to talk about my Mum. She was born on a summer day in August of 1958, in Virginia. Given the name Rita after her mother, the middle name Theresa after my great grandmother.
My Mum was the middle child for a couple years till my aunt came along. Her family never stayed stationary very long, my Papa, her father was pilot for the Navy, so they were constantly moving. My Mum, never really knew just how much my Aunt loved, but I see it now.
Rita, she had didn’t have it easy growing up, her parents loved her but with my Papa gone a lot, and four children to be raised, a lot fell on my Mum. The burden carried on for years dark memories that haunted my Mum for years, but she hid it well, with a smile that lit up a room, with a gravitational force pulling people in to start a conversation with her, to become her friend. Your problems were her problems, she would stop at nothing to help you fix them.
Her favorite place to ever live was Asbury Park, NJ. She worked on the boardwalk as a teenager in a diner that Bruce Springsteen frequently came and had a cup of coffee. A story my Mum would tell me often, how she didn’t know him, but he knew her name, smiled she fill his cup, her manager asking if she knew who he was. My Uncle would sneak into a concert of his at the Stone Pony, where my Mum fell in love with his music, she would later pass on to me.
My parents met at the persistence of my Aunt, constantly bugging my father to take my Mum on date though they had never met. My dad said it was love at first, my mother, she was smitten. They dated for 6 months before she moved to Hollywood, CA, in search for the sun and warmth. My father, he followed her four months later. They married in front of my fathers parents in a small ceremony on St. Patrick’s 1979, in the Lutheran Church. Four months later they were married in front of all their family in a Catholic wedding though my Papa tried to get them to elope.
In the years that followed things weren’t easy, they lived pinching penny’s, my mum loss babies, and failed adoptions. My mum was blessed with my brother in ‘84, but life just seemed hard to keep going on, but she managed it but barley. I came along on accident in ‘90 and prematurely. I was the oops baby, but often referred to as the miracle baby, the baby no one thought would come or make it.
My mum had a really hard time after my birth, postpartum depression came down hard on her, the thought that she was horrible mother never leaving her, but she still took me to every doctors appointment, held my hand, and loved me to the best of her ability.
I know looking back with my Mum’s server depression, anxiety, and mental state she was the best Mum she could be. I still get moments where I get mad for the moments I watched her walked out the door, the moments she missed out on my life because the pills made her to sleepy, because she was in too much pain, her past was too painful. But she still loved me to the best of her ability. She made our vacations fun, she made each birthday and holiday so special, making sure I felt like a princess for the day, even if it was her birthday. My mum became my best friend.
No one loved my Mum quite like my Dad ever did. They were together 42 years and I used to watch how my dad looked at my Mum as if she hung the moon and how my Dad could bring a smile to her face in the most smallest of ways. The way that they didn’t need to do extravagant things for a date night that just being together was so beautiful to. I loved how they would sit and cuddle on the couch, even after my dad had just worked 12 hours, he would listen to everything my Mum had to say. They had their moments I was sure they were going to call it quits they stuck through it and it made me so happy. It made want to find a love like that, someone who would love me the way my dad loved my mom and the way my Mum loved him.
I lost my Mum in her sleep on April 21st, 2016, 5 years ago this year. Sometimes it literally blows my mind to think she is gone, I was only 25 years old when I lost my Mum. I know many lost their Mum younger, but both my parents mothers were still alive, I always thought I’d be like her sharing my children with her. I still have dreams where she comes home and I get angry and scream at her an all she does is give me her beautiful smile, and when I wake I know she was there visiting me. I think of her day in and day out, how she would have loved this song or this movie. I find her in everyday little things and miss her so terribly.
I wanted to share my Mum with you because my Mum had always been the one to inspire me to write, the one to read, to smile, and keep on living. I wouldn’t be Katy if it weren’t for my Mum.
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How I’d readapt the cartoon
The bullshit is dead and buried. (I hate it so much). Which is the perfect opportunity to bring the cartoon back properly. And I’ve though if a way to do it. By sort of combining the sitcom and the two cartoons by way of the animation style of the new ducktales. And of course. This comes with character descriptions
Zelda. Massive science nerd. Knows all the greats by name. Even the lesser known ones. Still the serious one and the most likely to ground Sabrina. But less of a killjoy and more of a firm but fair parental type. Team dad
Hilda. Fun. Slightly vampy. Also total soccer mom. Knows when to rein in the craziness when necessary. Mostly just before the kaiju show up. Think. Lorelai Gilmore meets Theresa Russo. Rivalry with Vesta literally spanning back to the dinosaurs
Sabrina. 12-14 years old. Always wears purple (like in secret life). A prodigy. But also a total klutz. Which is why most of the plots happen in the first place. Living with her dads sisters here because her folks are going through a messy divorce and they both thought she’s be better off with them for a while. A combo between Alex Russo/Kim Possible/Barbie Roberts
Salem. Fourth wall breaking narrator. Still a cat for trying to take over both worlds. And oscillates between being ok with it about and being a megalomanical large ham wannabe villain. Flashbacks to when he was human are prominent.
Harvey. Best guy friend. Like in the animated series a massive sci-fi nerd. So he’s probably closest to Zelda in terms of friends getting on with family. Slightly more cautious about using magic because he just doesn’t want anyone getting hurt. But even he can’t pass up the opportunity to create his own fully functional tardis. I’m thinking he and Sabrina have either a kimron dynamic or a Dreamhouse Adventures Barbie/Ken dynsmic
Chloe. BFF. Closer to Hilda since she coaches her soccer team. More on the wild side but still knows when to be serious. Always ready to confront Gem. Has a fantasy forbidding mother who acts more out of misguided fear then intentional malice but still proves a spanner in the works
Quigley. Here he was Salem’s right hand man in his would be dictator days. Until he sold him out to the witches council. As punishment he was stripped of his magic but allowed to keep his human form and longevity if he was Salem’s keeper for the century he’s a cat. This explains why he more nervous about using magic then the girls
Spooky jar. Gift from her dad. Family heirloom. Therefore a little glitchy. He’s supposed to be a homework helper. Like a magical version of a smart computer. But he talks in annoying riddles and causes more obstructions then solutions. They keep him around cause he’s family
Enchantra. Head of the witches council. Another tough but fair authority figure. But because of protagonist centred morality. They’re not fond of her. Has a special hatred of salem due to them being an item when he was in human form. He actually used her knowledge of both worlds to further his plans. She’s only just got back her position and does not intend on losing it again
Gem. Basically a flat earther. Doesn’t believe in magic. The whole “you gotta work in live to amount to anything” schtick even though her family’s money dates back to three centuries before the mayflower. But you try telling her that. Still thinks Sabrina’s a freak. But that’s because she doesn’t understand that maybe perhaps people prefer the nice ones with a genuine personality rather than a stick up socialite that buys peoples loyalty. The real kicker is that her dad is on the witches council as the representative for the mortal realm. So she really doesn’t have any excuse to a flat earther. And yet she is. Because she’s a terrible person
As for the others. They should bring back Roland the troll. However. Instead of being disgustingly obsessed with Sabrina, cause you know, she’s a teenager and he’s a grown ass man, he’s more like councillor Chang from American dragon. Even tougher then Enchantra. And secretly working for Tim the Witchsmeller Pursuivant. Her dad should be a recurring character. Voiced by either Robby Benson, Dan Stevens or Dan Payne (take a look at who played him in his first appearance in the sitcom). Obviously the aunts from the sitcom also make appearances like Vesta, Dorma, Irma etc etc. Just to flesh out the family tree. Her mom also makes intermittent appearances but not to the degree of her father. The ten characters above should be voiced by the actors I used in my earlier DAC fancast for the show. And again. Jennifer Morrison should sing the opening theme song. You know it makes sense. That’s all I can think think of really. So. Tell me what you think
#sabrina the teenage witch#sabrina the animated series#sabrina’s secret life#anti caos#zelda spellman#reese witherspoon#hilda spellman#jennifer morrison#sabrina spellman#sadie sink#salem saberhagen#john mulaney#robbie amell#harvey kinkle#sacha carlson#chloe flan#jadah marie#uncle quigley#will ferrell#spooky jar#hugh laurie#enchantra#vanessa kirby#gem stone#rowan blanchard
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Your Friendly Neighbourhood, Wizard. (Alex Russo/Justin Russo Fanfiction)
Prologue
Pairing: Superhero! Alex Russo x Justin Russo, Slowburn.
Genre: Action, Humour, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Romance
Warnings: mild/explicit language, Injuries, sisterxbrother.
Set: After Season 4x10 "Wizards Vs. Angels" (Which is somewhat heavily involved in both Alex and Justin’s separate storylines.) + “Back to Max”.
Est. Length: 8 Chapters.
Summary: After defeating the dark angels, Justin continues to teach his delinquent class unconsciously suppressing his guilt over the ramifications of the moral compass. Simultaneously, Alex unconventionally stumbles into a superhero gig. Inept and unprepared, great power and an even greater burden is placed on her shoulders. Bothered by his sisters reoccurring absence, Justin determinedly investigates her distant behaviour. Meanwhile, Alex is forced to face a truth she’d always buried, discovering it unwillingly from a formidable powerful being she will have to defeat.
Disclaimer/Author's Note: I’ve been brainstorming this fic probably since quarantine started. It’s mostly inspired by Spiderman! Into the Spiderverse, Holland! Spiderman and Garfield! Spiderman. As well as the looks and feel of DC Comic’s Raven and Marvel’s Scarlet Witch. Other inspirations include music from Birds of Prey, On My Block, Euphoria. All of which I do not own. In addition, I sadly do not own Wizards of Waverly Place.
However, Alex’s origin story is wholly my own that I personally thought up myself (so let’s hope it’s believable) and if it correlates with any other superhero storyline it’s purely coincidental. The OC’s are also obviously my own creation.
“Do you know why you’re here, Alex Russo?”
“Ummm…” Alex backed up at the man's intense stare. She was pretty sure he was going for intimidation, but it fell short landing right on uncomfortable. “Not really…”
“Well, young lady,” His words were layered thick with haughtiness. Alex had just met the man today and she already knew she disliked him. “It seems you were part of a riot in central park.”
“No…” She narrowed her eyes at him, shook her head, even elongated the word in an attempt to get it through his thick skull. “I was trying to get home.”
She was actually trying to find her wand, but he didn’t need to know that. The wand that Rosie and Gorog decided to fling off the dark realm tower. The detailed image of it glowing magic in the night sky as it twirled to its doom stayed seared to the front of her mind. She could even hear her own cry for it as everyone watched it go. My wand.
“So what were you doing in Central Park?” Right after returning the moral compass she searched Central Park assuming it had landed there. Key word: assuming. It was hard to calculate where objects falling off towers landed. For her, it was hard to calculate in general.
“A girl can’t go to one of New York City's finest parks just for the fuc- fun of it.” She replied with a smile, catching herself before she swore. It was just her luck to get the arrogant, novice, goody-two-shoes, by-the-book cop. They didn’t enjoy it when she did that.
“And you just happened to be hanging out with an enraged mob?” He asked mockingly. Okay so...she did get mixed up in a riot. Which wasn’t her fault. She was too focused at the task at hand to pay any attention to the crowd of screaming people she had walked through. What was more concerning was that one of those fuckers was stepping all over her wand, or worse one of them had already snapped its cherry redness in two.
“I wasn’t hanging out with them-”
“Yeah, instead you were disturbing the peace and provoking assaults.” Alex had to stay low to the ground for any sign of her wand which perhaps caused a few people to accidentally trip over her. There was also a minor possibility that her assertive bumping into others unintentionally started some fights. This all lead to Richard here (according to his desk tag), cuffing her and bringing her to the NYPD Central Park precinct. Meaning her wand had been left behind, defenceless against the grimy boots of crabby New Yorkers...if it was even there to begin with.
“How do you disturb the peace in a riot?” Alex fired back.
“Ms. Russo, you’ve had a record since you were twelve.” He said, abruptly switching topics and ignoring her. Rude much. To prove his point he made a show of flailing her folder around. It was a decent size for her age, Alex inwardly complimented herself. The first crime listed there was in summer 2004, when she sold those fake broadway tickets to unsuspecting tourists. That summer was a blast: hundreds of ice cream sandwiches and magazines.
“This behaviour is to be expected.” He finished. Alex suppressed an eye roll, this dude was getting on her nerves. Yes, she had a few run ins with the cops, but that didn’t mean she was always guilty of doing something vaguely illegal. Ever since she became a wizard, she'd barely caused any trouble with the mortals, Alex commended herself. Her last record was a good year ago, with a little vandalism and conning going under the radar but that was it. In their eyes, she could have set herself straight since then. Which she did.
What happened to the benefit of the doubt, what happened to believing people could change. Screw him and his patterns. And screw her wand for not being in Central Park. Now she’d have to buy a new one she sulked, slouching lower in the hard chair.
“I don’t like your attitude, Missy.” He said, noting her behaviour. ”Kids these days, not respecting the police.”
Oh my gosh, I just wanna go home. Richard Owens (what a lame name) continued typing at his computer, probably adding ‘riot starter’ to her record. He’d been holding her here for an hour now, still trying to gather evidence and witness accounts to file in her record. So far he had zero, zip, nada, not a single thing. Since everyone's memory seemed to be fuzzy, which she guessed was due to the moral compass.
Alex was annoyed at him and his cockiness. Annoyed at this hard chair that was making her butt fall asleep. Annoyed at the amount of people in this room, and how overly hot it. Would it kill them to crack open a window or turn up the air conditioning.
“Is that you, Alex Russo?” A woman said, approaching the desk. Oh finally her saviour.
“Wassup, June!” Alex grinned up at Song Namjoo, or June, as Alex called her. Much to Namjoo's displeasure. Not so much the name as it was Alex being an annoying little shit.
“What’d you do now?” She asked, placing a hand behind Alex’s chair, leaning forward to scan over the computer. The woman had her hair pulled down into its signature low bun, not a hair out of place. Her pristine police sergeant uniform was pressed to perfection with not a single crease, something Justin would greatly admire.
“No way, June you passed your Police Sergeant Exam!” Alex exclaimed. “You look dope.” She nodded in approval.
“Yeah.” June modeled for a second, before straightening her posture. “Passed about six months ago.”
“Well congratulations.” Alex smiled, genuinely proud. June was her life saver, and lowkey pain in her ass. Wherever she caused a ruckus (exclusively non magical) June would shortly be there. June had stopped a lot of unwanted things from going on her record, and also had a way of calming down Jerry and Theresa when they threatened to send her to the military. On the other hand, it's like she had some sort of Alex specific third eyes always managing to catch her in the act. Plus, her lectures were lengthy and boring and she didn't even allow Alex the option to sleep through them. In a way, she was Justin, if he were in the police force and was, you know, a Korean woman.
She shivered at the thought. Sure, Justin saved her a few too many times but that was because he was her brother. June was altruistic, she held herself with poise and grace. Like a cool aunt who'd let you off the hook halfway then let you decide for yourself the rest of the way. Besides, June was high-key a badass and Justin still cried over 'Mantooth'.
She felt a light pinch on her arm, automatically ready to shout 'POLICE BRUTALITY!' catching herself as she connected eyes with June.
June subtly raised an eyebrow in question towards Alex as if to say ‘What did you do now?’ Alex shrugged in response, her face saying ‘I’m innocent I swear’. June in turn gave her a half believing/ half disbelieving expression, before rolling her eyes. Which was always code for ‘Fine, I believe you’. After knowing June for a good 5 years they'd learned to read each others facial expressions pretty well. It helped with her record, it definitely helped with the parents.
“Okay really Richard a riot starter.” June stared at the man with clear judgement on her face. “Leave the girl alone. We have bigger things to worry about then a riot starter.”
“Oh, like what, June?” Richard goaded. First he disrespects Alex, and now June. Alex doesn’t know a lot of things she will admit, but she picked up on workplace professionalism. To begin with June was a higher ranking officer meaning she was above him. And Richard said her name without its formal title, displaying a lack of respect. Alex watched as June’s expression turned perplexed, or more accurately her ‘bitch, what did you just say?’ look. Alex wished she had popcorn now and a comfy chair.
“First of all, that is Sergeant Song to you Richard. Secondly, maybe you’ve been on desk duty for too long but we’re dealing with a lot more than riots.” June started. This was gonna be good. “There have been innumerable cases of aggravated assaults, burglaries, thefts, property crimes, arsons, and attempted murders. The crime rate has exponentially increased on this day alone. It’s worst than the 80s, Richard.” As the venom dripped from June’s mouth, Alex was quickly realizing what truly happened this night. “Every precinct in New York is packed to the brim and every hospital too. There are more citizens than staff members. And to top it off, a lot of these people had no previous record before this night. No explanation why they would do this and barely any remembrance of what they did. Not even a full moon could explain this utter fuckery!” She exclaimed, motioning around the precinct.
Alex cringed, knowing exactly what had caused this, or more accurately who. She didn’t realize how serious turning that moral compass was. It had only felt like a game of tug a war with her brother like what they did as kids. She even played around with him, tricking him into thinking he had broken the thing so she’d gain the upper hand. When they were flying above the dark realm tower, pulling and pushing they felt so far removed from the world. It was literal child’s play, no throwing punches, no broken bones just like a high school grip test.
But, she could see the damage they caused now. The place was overfilled with people. At each desk, in the cells, standing around. Some bleeding out, others with lost expressions on their faces, the ones she couldn’t even look at were the people crying. All these people had done something bad or suffered because of it. All because that moral compass pointed in the wrong direction a little too long.
“And out of everyone in that riot you chose the person farthest from the action, a clear bystander.” Alex wanted to laugh bitterly at that, if only these people knew just how involved she really was in this. If only they knew their desire to do good relied on a floppy arrow on a disk. But, she’d never tell them this, she’d let people continue to believe they had a bigger choice in their lives. That’s what she had to do as a wizard. As long as it saved her ass. As long as it didn’t affect her.
“So yes Richard there are bigger things than a 17 year old girl.” June finished. The room was completely silent, all eyes staring at Richard. It was so quiet Alex could hear the sound of Richard’s ego deflating like a balloon, saw his face turning as red as a tomato until he resembled a sheepish boy who had just been scolded by his mom in front of all his friends. She couldn’t even take pleasure in his pain, now faced with her own mistakes.
Ha, take that dick. She tried to lighten her spirits. Cause like dick is the nickname for Richard. It didn’t work that well.
And…
Richard let her go, with no new record of ‘inciting a riot’, all thanks to June and how she completely dragged him through the mud.
June walked her to the front door of the precinct, stopping at the door.
“Okay bye Alex. I wish I didn’t have to say this…” June said, taking a deep breathe and closing her eyes to ground herself. “See you soon.” She gave a fake smile.
“You know me so well June. I’ll be sure to bring my best stuff next time, though.” Alex replied back keeping her humour up. She was still a little unsettled at the amount of people she saw on her way out.
“Aha.” June laughed drily, clearly not amused. “Stay in school, kid." And then she was pushed out of the building.
Just as Alex took her first steps away from the precinct, "Hey! The streets are worse tonight, stay safe Alex.” June shouted before shutting the door.
Alex looked back, a sigh heavy on her lips. She composed herself, her mood quickly lightening at the prospect of going home. Which meant her bed, which meant lying down, which meant sleep.
She wouldn’t walk of course. Use magic, definitely. If someone thought she was gonna walk home, they were sadly mistaken.
Looking around to see if anyone was watching she backed into the nearest alley.
“Woah, watch out kid!-”
She was pushed with brute force into the alley wall. Are you kidding me? She smacked right into the bricks, her elbows preventing her face from getting smashed. Hadn’t she been jostled enough today. She stiffened as she felt a bolt of magic graze past her, causing the hairs on her arms to stand up.
Wait a minute… Magic? There was a wizard.
She turned around to see a woman in a Kevlar black suit push a man further into the alleyway. The woman threw a punch to the man’s face, a crackle of blue magic extended through her fist causing the man to crash into the wall.
“What the fuck.” Alex whispered. She must have actually hit her head because this couldn’t be real.
The woman turned to Alex, her dark blue boxer braids swinging with the movement. A mask covered half her face, but all Alex could see were her eyes glowing blue in the dark, as if rimmed with the magic. “Leave, now-“
“Watch out!” Alex screamed back, seeing the man getting up already. A bright pulse of white magic extended through his fingertips towards the masked woman, who quickly ducked dodging it, giving a swift kick to the man's stomach.
He was thrown off balance, long enough for the woman to turn to Alex shooting a burst of blue magic into her direction.
Alex brought her hand in front of her as if to stop it. Was this woman trying to kill her? She closed her eyes, ready for impact.
Then opened them to silence and a vast space of whiteness. She was in the wizard portal. The masked lady had teleported her here.
So, the blue magic lady was a wizard and a superhero…and people were still being bad even after the moral compass was returned.
Alex thought about it for a moment. Then with a shrug of her shoulders she brushed it off, beginning to walk to the lair.
Frankly, Alex was exhausted: her back hurt from flapping those wings, her knees were sore from all of the heavy landings she endured with the wings, her arms ached from that tug-a-war contest she had with Justin, her butt was sore from that hard chair, her feet ached from all the walking she did and she nearly got zapped in the face with magic. On top of all of that, she still didn’t know where her wand went.
Alex sighed in relief when she finally got to the lair. All that walking was making her even more tired. She pushed the door open, determined to get to bed and collapse. But her steps faltered when she was greeted by the sight of her brother looking down at a white feather.
It didn’t take a genius to realize the feather was Rosie’s. Alex was worried at the sight of him, grasping a feather from another lost love wasn’t a good sign. And more than that he hadn’t been himself for the past week. She’d barely talked to him for the past week, so she was nervous to see how he was after everything.
“Justin…” She began, confusion laced in her tone. He turned at her voice.“What are you doing still up? It’s late.” And also past his appointed bedtime.
“I stayed up because I owe you something.” He began. Her cherry red wand in his hand. Her glorious cherry red wand she’d been looking everywhere for. Finally, reunited with what had been plaguing her mind all night her eyes immediately brightened at the sight of it. She grasped at it with both hand, smiling down at her wand.
“I found it in Washington Square Park.” Oh, Washington Square Park. Damn she really did suck at calculating. Nevermind, the fact that it was in the complete opposite direction. “A two-headed dog had it. Pretty sure he didn’t start out that way.”
So her wand was chilling in lower Manhattan with a two headed dog as she searched the grounds of upper Manhattan, tripping people over and starting fights, and getting caught by the police. She giggled at that, amused with what her night turned into.
“Thank you.” She genuinely meant it. “What about your wand?”
“I, uh…” He held his wand up, inspecting it for a moment just to show her the sad state it was in; snapped in half with duct tape barely holding it together. She laughed at her brother’s antics. Secretly, relieved to have her brother back. Him and even his humour. Yup, he was still Justin. “I’ll find a spell to fix it.”
He set his wand down and turned to face her, an earnest expression on his face. Alex was taken aback by the swift change in atmosphere, the room suddenly feeling more serious. “And I owe you something else.”
He came forward. Her eyes flickering at his movement. Oh, And we’re hugging.
His arms wrapped around her, bending down to rest his chin on her shoulder. He quietly uttered, “Thank you for saving me.” while comfortingly rubbing her back as he always did. Ever since they were children, it was a soothing motion he always did when he hugged her. A distinct movement they could focus on together to calm down. She nodded slightly, silently appreciating the moment.
“It’s for all the times that you saved me when I wasn’t so good.”
Countless images were brought to mind, most prominent of all: a campfire in the rainforest. She began to feel nostalgic and a bit anxious. Not fond of the emotions, she quickly lightened the atmosphere. “And for a couple more times in the future, so we’re even.” She finished with a smile, satisfied with her little joke.
“No, we’re not.” Justin replied, coming to sit down on the desk beside her. “You saved the world today.”
She studied him for a moment, silently disagreeing with his words. She was only trying to get him back, everything else, saving the world was secondary to that.
She’d never admit how anxious she felt seeing Justin so unlike himself: stealing flowers, using magic in public, and stomping on people's groceries. Overall being a jerk. The worst of it was when she revealed Rosie's true nature, he still chose her, a girl he’d known for less than a month than his own sister. A dark angel, whose values would never align with his own. And when she tried one last desperate time to get him back he still chose darkness. Only turning good because of that girl. It hurt more than she thought it would.
But Alex had to remind herself of something very important: that Justin was the one influenced by dark angels. That he wasn’t himself at the time and that scarily some powers are greater than her connection to her brother. So she’d keep it to herself, shove it in the back of her mind like she usually did with all of her emotions, and ignore it, until she’d be forced to confront it.
Instead, she focused on the reassurance she’d gotten when Justin finally came back. How happy she was when he immediately told her to put the moral compass back, in that commanding voice he used when he would clean her messes. The ease she felt now that he was once again right beside her. Like a puzzle piece clicking back into place (and screw him for making her think of boring puzzles). This is where he was meant to be.
She would never say that out loud so she said, “You gave up a girl to protect it” instead.
She watched a faraway expression take on his face, familiar to the one he wore in Transylvania when he lost Juliet. He’d lost Rosie now, and a few weeks ago she'd learned she wasn't meant to be with Mason. It’s like they were both cursed to never have a happy ending. Only ending up with the comfort of each other.
She didn’t think about how established this felt. Or the strange notion that perhaps this was how her happy ending was supposed to be.
In an attempt to stop herself from wandering too far back in her mind, she asked him. “Why do we have to keep dealing with stuff like this?” He was Justin and he always had the answer. She could always count on him.
“We’re wizards.” And it was like that was the be all, end all. “I don’t think we have a choice.” The plain and simple answer.
It was horrible how that answer alone made complete sense to her. How she’d just thought about it in that overpacked precinct. All of her mistakes and losses were always tied into being a wizard.
So, maybe she was past the point of caring, past sadness and moving into delirium with a little sprinkle dead tiredness because she smiled instead. She smiled up at him and he caught her before she turned away. He bumped her with his shoulder, bouncing her away and back to him.
They were settling back into their pattern. Just the two of them: Justin and Alex. She sighed contentedly and a little tiredly resting her head on her big brother's shoulder, feeling his head rest on hers.
For all her mistakes and all her losses at least she always had her Justin.
And she hoped he knew for all his mistakes and all his losses he’d always have his Alex.
She closed her eyes, fully ready to sleep.
“We’ll be okay, right?” Justin quietly asked.
Alex yawned, furrowing her brows slightly at the unexpected question. Maybe they should have been more aware in this moment, appreciated it more. Maybe she could have helped him better if she’d paid more attention. Maybe, he could have protected her better from darker things than angels.
“Yeah, we’ll be fine.”
For Alex would soon face a burden so great it would compromise her relationship with those around her. After all, with great power comes great responsibility.
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ONCE UPON A TIME.
when prince ben invited four children of the isle to come study at auradon, he never anticipated the trouble he was getting himself into. from fairy godmother’s wand nearly being stolen by maleficent, to him being abducted by a group of pirates. but, still, he wouldn’t have changed a thing.
it came as no shock that just a year later, he would open auradon’s doors to even more children of the isle. the long since banished children of villains were welcome, should they want to accept the invitation, to come and study at auradon prep. however, that came with a whole new slew of troubles.
mirror, mirror, on the wall, between good and evil, where will you fall?
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THE STUDENTS.
jade dear, 18, daughter of aunt sarah, auradon-born, fc: giorgia whigham | @jadedvampiress, hales, she/her
beth phillips, 18, daughter of sid phillips, isle-born, fc: marlo kelly | @missamericanaed
hales, she/her
audrey rose agrabah, 20, daughter of aladdin & jasmine, auradon-born, fc: naomi scott | @missamericanaed, hales, she/her
emma carstairs, 18, daughter of a neverland mermaid, isle-born, fc: gabriella wilde | @missamericanaed | hales, she/her
noah czerny-tatou, 18, son of colette tatou, auradon-born, fc: willem de schryver | @missamericanaed, hales, she/her
josette darling, 18, daughter of wendy darling, auradon-born, fc: kaylee bryant | @restingpout, kt, she/her
evie grimhilde, 19, daughter of the evil queen, isle-born, fc: sofia carson | @fairestblue
kt, she/her
hero costas, 20, son of hercules & megara, auradon-born, fc: froy gutierrez | @herocules, kt, she/her
julian blackthorn, 18, son of mad hatter, isle-born, fc: daniel sharman | url here, kt, she/her
theresa “tessa” florian, 23, daughter of belle & the beast, auradon-born, fc: adelaide kane | @induro leyla, she/her
lydia atlantica, 19, daughter of ariel & eric, auradon-born, fc: holland roden | @induro, leyla, she/her
hope hook, 18, daughter of captain hook, auradon-raised, fc: jenny boyd | @induro, leyla, she/her
mal bertha, 20, daughter of maleficient & hades, isle-born, fc: dove cameron | @induro
leyla, she/her
aelin galathynius, 27, daughter of cinderella & prince charming, auradon-born, fc: tabrett bethell | @induro, leyla, she/her
tyler lockwood legume, 20, son of gaston, isle-born, fc: michael trevino | @galaxiqs
court, she/her
theo ashdown fitzherbert, 18, son of rapunzel and flynn, auradon-born, fc: matt cornett | @galaxiqs , court, she/her
jay al farzi, 20, son of jafar, isle-born, fc: booboo stewart | @galaxiqs
court, she/her
ronan lynch, 19, son of facilier, isle-born, fc: keith powers | @galaxiqs court, she/her
christopher “gansey” robin iii, son of christopher robin, auradon-born, fc: nick hargrove | @mythborne, holly, she/her
ricky bowen robin, 17, son of christopher robin, auradon-born, fc: joshua bassett | @galaxiqs, court, she/her
sirius black mim, 20, son of madam mim, isle-born, fc: tom welling | @theblackfamilysheep, courtneé, she/her
harry hook, 20, son of captain hook, isle-born, fc: thomas doherty | @wickedbledashley, she/her
ben florian, 20, son of belle & the beast, auradon-born, fc: mitchell hope | @crownedbled, ashley, she/her
chauncey chernabog, 21, son of chernabog, isle-born, fc: bill skarsgard | @ilysian
kenna, she/her
chrysanthemum springwater, 20, daughter of the spring sprite & chernabog, auradon-born, fc: india eisley | @ilysian, kenna, she/her
slade king, 25, son of the horned king, isle-born, fc: andy black | @ilysian
kenna, she/her
hayden hadesson, 21, son of hades, isle-born, fc: bryan dechart | @ilysian
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cassidy rose, 18, granddaughter of the enchantress, isle-born, fc: elizabeth olsen | @crackedmxgic, jules, she/her
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Family
A last name so fitting, The Harts have a ton of love for each other. They’re a very tight knit family all stemming from the parents. Mark and Sharon always fostered the idea that family was one of the most important things anyone could have. They worked hard to create traditions for their kids- Sunday dinners, Christmas Eve pajamas, Box of Goals, and so on. They were always kind and caring, allowing their children to find themselves on their own and giving guidance when needed. The children always appreciated that. As siblings, the Harts are as thick as thieves. Physically leaving his family was one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do. They’re constantly on the phone with each other now that Tyson no longer lives near by.
And the family would not be complete without the love of an Aunt. Aunt Amy, Sharon’s sister and godmother to the children, is your typical fun aunt. While their time together is more far and in between these days, whenever Aunt Amy is in town, it’s always a celebration. Tyson has a special bond with his Aunt, almost as if she’s his second mother. Tyson will not hesitate to conference her in on any conversation with his mother.
Mark Hart: 59, Father, Psychologist, imagined as Colin Firth
Sharon Hart (nee Lewis): 59, Mother, Interior and Spatial Designer, imagined as Kristin Scott Thomas
Amy Lewis: 45, Maternal Aunt, Luxury Travel Advisor, imagined as Sutton Foster
Theresa Campbell (nee Hart): 28, Older Sister, School Teacher, imagined as Shelley Hennig
Taylor Hart: 24, Younger Sister, Dancer/Dance Instructor, imagined as Victoria Pedretti
Found Family
“My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove, you always know who to turn to. That being a family isn't a social construct but an instinct.”
There aren’t enough words to describe how much love Tyson has for Ashe and Brannon. The three were inseparable in college after meeting in some intro class that none of them can agree on what it was. Whenever Ashe had a show, whenever Brannon had a play, or whenever Tyson had a screening, they would always show up for each other. They had seen Tyson through some of his darkest times and not once shied away from the friendship.
Daniel is a newer friend of Tyson’s but within the year or so of living in Catalina, their bond has grown strong. The two met at a screenwriting retreat a few hours outside of LA. From that moment, Daniel became his go to on the West Coast. They constant give each other feedback on their work, always keeping it honest which is something Tyson respects. But their friendship isn’t just built on work. Both being transplants from the East Coast, they bond over their shared experiences and the lack of good bagels and pizza.
Ashe: 25, Conceptual Artist, College Friend, imagined as Bex Taylor-Klaus
Brannon Day: 26, Actor, College Friend, imagined as Jordan Fisher
Daniel Moore: 25, Screenwriter, Colleague, imagined as Nat Wolff
#catalina: task#writing this with a block was v tough but i think it also loosened the block? is that the right word?#cd
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So considering we are getting to the probable end of the Desire and Decorum in the next chapter or two (and I really don’t want it to end, it’s a very close second favourite series only beaten by Bloodbound because I love vampire myth and lore not sparkly Twilight vampires and believe me it is very very close between the series), I’ve decided it would be actually quite fun to properly introduce the future Sinclaire clan (the children of my MC, Beatrice and Ernest) as I have alluded to in most of my Desire and Decorum fanfics so here they are:
In order of birth:
Vincent Harry Sinclaire:
the eldest of the biological children (biological because the MC and Ernest could adopt Percival at the end of book 3).
Named for his grandfather, Vincent and his uncle Harry.
His godparents are Briar and Edmund.
he was born two months early in 1821 (unless Pixelberry pull a oh and the MC is pregnant at the end of book 3 or the Christmas special, which I am half expecting because Pixelberry need something to happen in the Christmas special and considering contraception was literally non existent in regency times the chances of MC getting pregnant soon after the wedding are high) in which case his birth year will be moved to like 1817 or 1818 to keep with the cannon of the book.
almost killed his mother in the process due to her Hemophilla (I headcannon that my MC has Hemophilla but is just extremely lucky and doesn’t get hurt very often despite the fact that she does some risky stuff that could end up getting her hurt in Desire and Decorum) but they were both perfectly fine in the end.
He is a very intelligent and strong willed boy with the same sullenness his father had as a child
protective of his younger siblings
Seriously don’t touch them or you will die
There was a rumour going round that he was illegitimate due to his early birth (probably spread by Henrietta) which were constantly called into question right up until Ernest had enough and presented the birth certificate of his son to a court and got that to verify that Vincent was his at some point when Vincent was about to question it himself in his teen years (the plan was not entirely fool proof but still this was the 1800s)
Probably bisexual
Has his mother’s dark hair and his father’s blue eyes
Doesn’t want to be heir to Edgewater but does become the earl in the future.
Mary Lydia Sinclaire:
Born after Vincent in 1822 with her twin brother George.
Older twin by twenty five minutes
Named after her parent’s mothers.
Her godparents are Annabelle Parsons and Luke Harper.
Very loud and Rambunctious child
She could rival lady Theresa Sutton (her probable aunt considering where book 3 is going with Harry’s romantic attention) in her loudness
At age six she goes almost mute with grief only talking to her mother, father and close friends for years
She’d probably be a Gay idol in today’s world, and she turns out to be gay but she does marry for convenience (although her mother does know about her daughters sexuality and is completely accepting of it, shocker for the time, I know but remember she’s friends with Mr Chambers and Mr Konevi and was accepting and supportive of them so why should it be any different for her daughter?)
Has her father’s hair and mother’s green eyes
Idolises Annabelle Parsons like she’s a godesss (she is her godmother after all)
Inherits Ledford Park From Ernest after his death (breaking the tradition of properties going to the first born son or any sons before daughters) which is a surprise that nobody but Ernest and Beatrice were expecting to happen.
George William Sinclaire:
Born 25 minutes after Mary in 1822.
Named for King George (III) as that name was a very popular name at the time anyway and being the Championess of the Realm his mother needed to honour the crown in some way and William Shakespeare, the playwright who’s play, ‘Much Ado about Nothing’ was the first book she read upon arriving at Edgewater.
His godparents are the same as Mary’s.
Quiet boy
Follows his sister’s lead a lot of the time.
Has a teddy he loves more than anything (except from his twin sister of course)
Very close to his uncle Harry
Enjoys playing sword fights with his brother Vincent
Looks like Ernest. Like a lot. Split image of him.
Becomes ill with yellow fever during his father’s birthday celebration
Passes away days later at the age of six
Doesn’t get to say goodbye to his twin or other siblings as they are at Hazelvale with Annabelle at the time.
His parents are there though
Impacts the entire family dynamic forever.
Eustace Fitzwilliam Sinclaire:
Born in 1823.
First of the unplanned children.
Named after Fitzwilliam Sinclaire (the guy who’s initials are engraved in the family gun) in his second name. He is also named after St Eustace (the patron saint of difficult situations)
Godparents are Viscount Harry and miss Theresa Sutton.
His parents had pretty much called time on having children after the surprise of twins but obviously weren’t calling time on having fun 😉 (lack of sexual education and communication at the time meant most people didn’t have a clue that not having protection meant more risk of conceiving) and therefore he came into existence.
Inherited Hemophilla from his mother (the only one to do so)
Age 4 he fell down the stairs and had an uncontrollable bleed in his leg. Doctors were able to save it and him.
But he is stuck with a often painful limp as a result and using a crutch or something to walk.
He’s basically the tiny tim of the family (apart from the dying)
Quiet and clingy child. And is another child with the sullenness his father had as a child.
Mummy’s boy
Has Ernest’s eyes and his mother’s hair
Headcannon that he is my bloodbound mc’s great grandfather and he married into the the bloodkeeper line.
Moves to America in the future
Clementine Briar Sinclaire:
Baby of the family
Born in 1828 a few months before Ernest’s birthday
Named for Pope Clement I, patron saint of Marines and Stonecutters (which is very relevant) and her step-aunt and mother’s best friend, Briar.
Her godparents are Bartholomew Chambers and Viscountess Lavinia (I headcannon that Beatrice becomes very good friends with the Viscountess after the whole wedding and nobody can tell me otherwise)
She also wasn’t planned 😂
Was born early due to stress from a incident involving Mr Richards and her mother (Richards being a d**k, basically asked to see her on his deathbed and then was a arse to her causing her to become stressed and go into labour- I have a fic in the works about it)
Often Feels left out as she’s the youngest
Especially when her siblings are remembering about George since she was a baby when he died.
Daddy’s girl
Ernest is very protective of her because of the whole Richards thing and because he feels guilty about it.
Has her father’s eyes and her grandmother Mary’s hair colour (genetics are funny).
Probably Autistic but because autism hasn’t been identified yet, she is undiagnosed.
Gets lost in her own world quite often
Enjoys stories and make believe
Loves pretending she is on the sea sailing off to far off lands.
Transcribes her mother’s diaries into a published book when she’s older- becomes a best selling author under the pen name, Clemence Bartholomew Smyth.
Marries a navy officer and sometimes travels to different countries with him in the future.
List of Fanfics they appear/ are alluded to/ mentioned in:
Family Life Series (series ongoing but very slowly and does have some cannon inaccuracies as it was started before book 2 ended)- part 1 (first part is a little hard to read due to dialogue being not spaced out so sorry part 2 is easier to read), part 2, part 3, part 4
Late Night Visitation- (this is now an AU and for some reason it wouldn’t let me edit the fic so I couldn’t change a mistake in the writing back to the way it originally was)
The Next Great Adventure
Goodbye, my Ernest
#pixelberry#mc#desire and decorum#choices: desire and decorum#ernest x mc#mc x ernest#ernest sinclaire#future children
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Queen of Hearts - Chapter 1
Thirty-year-old Rose Tyler’s matchmaking business is doing very well indeed, bringing her clients such as celebrities, athletes, and the now-happily-married son of the mayor. All of which brings her to her newest client - one whose royal rank is a far cry above her own title as Queen of Hearts.
Ian, King of Gallifrey, calls off his wedding four weeks before the happy day as he realizes he can’t spend another minute of his life with his betrothed. The catch - he must take a wife before his Coronation, only a month away. In desperation, his sister and aunt conspire to find him is happy ever after - and it’s going to take a master matchmaker to do it.
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Based on the Hallmark Movie ‘Royal Matchmaker’. Chapters will be posted every Sunday.
As always, beta’d by the wonderful @stupidsatsuma! @doctorroseprompts
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Saturday, March 30th
Standing along the dance floor of the ballroom at the Ritz, Rose Tyler clapped harder than any other guest as the newlywed couple shared a kiss, still holding the cake-cutting knife. The groom, thirty-seven year old Adam Mitchell, had been Bad Wolf Matchmaking’s first client five years earlier. Rose had been the one to find him Sophie, and her happiness at their joy was matched only by their mothers'.
His happiness with Rose’s work was what put her on the map, slowly but steadily building a client base full of happy customers one introduction at a time. An endorsement from the Mayor’s son was second only to that of the Queen herself, and in some circles, even more powerful.
Another happily married couple, she thought with satisfaction, sipping from her champagne glass and watching them sway together, lost to the world.
The mother of the groom came up next to her, gushing, “I don’t know how you did it, but I’m so glad you did!”
Rose smiled, blushing slightly. “They were made for each other, I just introduced them,” she demurred.
“You underestimate your talents, Ms. Tyler,” Mrs. Mitchell disagree with a laugh. “My son is very picky!”
“Oh, I know!”
Movement from the far side of the ballroom caught her eye, and after a moment of searching she spotted her assistant waving her over.
“I’m sorry, I have to-”
The mother of the groom waved her off, and she edged around the dancefloor to where Mel stood at their table. “What’s up?”
“Well done,” her friend toasted her with her own champagne. “They seem terribly happy.” Their glasses clinked together, the fine tinkling sound of expensive china one Rose never tired of hearing. It was a symbol to her of how she had made it, had clawed her way tooth and nail from being a chav on an Estate to being a guest at the same wedding as the Mayor.
“I’d like to think so.” Rose smiled, watching Adam teasingly smear cake over his bride’s mouth before kissing it away. “He deserves it – they both do.”
Mel hummed approvingly. “You know, they call you the Queen of Hearts.”
She did know that, but the concept was so foreign that she had to deflect. “Because heads roll when I don’t get my way? Is that a critique of my abilities as a boss?” she shot back teasingly, cheeks pinkening. “Come on, you know I don’t care about any of that. I promised myself that my main goal would always be to make others happy. As long as I’m doing that I’m satisfied, and if the business is doing well… that’s merely a plus.”
“Of course,” Mel mocked. “The fabulous reputation and business you’ve built mean nothing. You’re really Mother Theresa.”
Rose made a show of glancing around covertly before leaning in. “You want to know the truth?” she whispered.
Mel nodded, a skeptical eyebrow arched.
“It’s really all about the wedding cake.” She burst into laughter at her assistant’s exasperated sigh even as she accepted a slice from a waiter. “Thank you.” It was actually the intricacy of the dessert she loved, seeing how it reflected the couple as a sign of how in tune they were. By now, she could judge the staying power of a marriage by details of the ceremony and decorations without even meeting the couple. In this case, it was a tasteful melding of two people’s desires, one that suggested they would last the course.
She was rarely wrong.
“Why do I put up with you?” Mel asked rhetorically, taking her own and digging in. “Nothing better to do on a Saturday night, I suppose.”
“See?” Rose pointed her fork at her. “Stick with me kid, and you’ll be set.”
Mel shook her head, laughing. “I’m only a year younger than you! And should be making bank in Silicon Valley, thank you.”
“Oh, come on! What nobler profession is there than helping people find true love and happiness? Without it, the world is liable to stop turning.”
“As a realist, I have to disagree there,” Mel said sternly, before grinning. “But as a fellow romantic, I wholeheartedly concur. I just wish I could find you somebody. I’m no good at the actual ‘matchmaking’, just the statistics and managing our software,” she lamented.
“You’re better than you think you are,” Rose reassured her, setting down her empty plate at their table and grabbing her purse and jacket. “That’s why we’re such a good team. You help me sort through the Wrongs to find Miss, or Mister, Right. I couldn’t do it on my own. Now, I have a very important appointment, so I’ve got to run, but you stay and have fun.”
Mel sat at her own spot, still finishing off her slice with one hand as she pulled out her mobile with the other, likely to text her boyfriend she would soon be leaving. “Hot date? Please say yes.”
“I do, as a matter of fact. Tall, handsome, rich.” Rose pulled her hair out from her collar, fighting back a smirk as Mel’s face went from excitement to exasperation. After seven years of friendship and working together, the other woman knew her too well.
“Sure, of course, leave the beautiful wedding with lots of handsome, single blokes to read Pride & Prejudice for the thousandth bloody time. I don’t understand you, honestly. Doesn’t the Mayor have another son?”
Rose threw her head back laughing; they’d had some variation of this discussion a thousand times. “Where’s the fun in life without a little mystery?”
“You’ve dedicated your life to finding love for everyone else – when will you start searching for yourself?”
“Like we tell every potential client – true love will come when you’re ready, and you just have to be open to it. It can be found in the strangest of places; all you have to do is look. I’m not looking right now.”
Leaving Mel sighing and rolling her eyes, Rose slipped out of the ballroom, thinking about the warm bath that awaited her.
What more could someone need to come home to?
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Bursting out into the fresh air, Rose beamed at the first hint of spring. Birds were chirping, the sun breaking through in spots, and forgoing a cab she started down the pavement on foot. Spring was her favorite season – to her it always symbolized new birth, a fresh start, and not just because it meant her birthday was close. Spring meant the chill of winter was behind them; the daylight hours were lengthening, flowers on the cusp of blooming.
It was also, coincidentally, the end of the post-holiday slump for business as people emerged from their hibernations and sought a new partner to enjoy the improving weather with.
Spring meant possibility.
She only made it ten or so steps down the sidewalk before giggling behind her caught her attention, and she glanced over her shoulder to see three preteens huddled together beneath the hotel entrance awning and watching her. “Hi?”
“Are you the matchmaker lady?” the taller of the two girls blurted, blushing as her friends tittered.
“I am.” She turned back to them, sticking her hands in her pockets as she approached. Her ‘hot date’ was one of her own making, and she had all the time in the world.
The second girl, a brunette to her friend’s blonde, elbowed the first girl. “This is Farrah, she’s got a question.”
“Shoot.”
“Do you ever take teenagers as clients?” The blonde, Farrah, blushed harder, and Rose swallowed a laugh.
“You’re a little young for that, aren’t you? Tell you what, what’s the situation?”
The youngest, a boy, spoke up, and was clearly a brother to the brunette. “She likes a boy who doesn’t know she exists!”
Rose did laugh at that, shaking her head. “I’m sure he does, but you’re trying to catch his eye?”
The brunette nodded eagerly. “There’s a spring dance in a few weeks, and she wants him to ask her!”
She hummed in thought for a moment. “Are you in any classes together? You could ask him to study with you.”
The three burst into giggles again, the blonde smiling shyly. “That’s awesome! Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome sweetie, good luck!” With a final smile for the teens she continued heading for home, taking in the bustle of the city she loved.
If only it were always that easy…
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Sunday, March 31st
Ian, King of Gallifrey, had never been more pleased in his life to be on a conference call than he was when his sister stormed into his office, Sarah Jane trailing helplessly behind, powerless to stop the Princess Royal from doing… anything.
Shrugging innocently in the face of her wrath, he pointed to the desktop phone he was using to indicate that he was busy. To his dismay, she merely crossed her arms and glowered across the desk, not even bothering to sit.
He groaned softly as he recognized the writing on the wall, quickly and skillfully wrapping the conversation up within a minute – the longer Donna steamed, the worse it would be. Waving Sarah off, he bit the bullet.
“What?”
“What?!” Donna bellowed, and he was ashamed that he jumped.
“Donna-”
“Don’t what me,” she roared, “what the hell did you do? You screwed the pooch, that’s what you did! Not only did you screw it, you fucked it to death! The pooch is dead!”
Rising from his chair he came around the desk against his better judgement, glancing nervously towards the door and thinking wistfully of his bodyguards – of course, they were terrified of her too. Not that he’d ever seen her this mad before. “I don’t understand-”
“You don’t understand?!” Donna’s eyes flashed. “I don’t understand! I just went to get my future sister-in-law for a dress fitting – only to find out she’s not here anymore!”
“Ah, that,” he played dumb, as if he hadn’t been bracing himself for this. “Yeah, I sacked her. I mean, she’s gone. The wedding’s off.”
“Why is the wedding off?” she screeched.
The short fuse on his temper was quickly fraying, and he endeavored to soothe her before they ended up fighting in earnest. “Donna, you need to shut up and calm down. I can’t talk to you like this.”
She lunged for him, snarling like a wounded animal, and he caught her by the shoulders. “Start bloody talking right fucking now, Ian Reginald.”
“Sit down.” Ian forced her down onto one of the visitor chairs in front of his desk, making sure she would stay before taking the other seat. “Now, shut up and listen. I called it off yesterday after I caught her berating Luke. I’m sorry, but that woman will not be the Queen of Gallifrey, nor the mother of my children. I don’t see why we’re going through with any of this, and I can’t just abdicate now in favor of you. Everyone would be much happier that way.”
His sister huffed, still clearly displeased, but she no longer looked ready to breathe fire and he considered that a win. “I know she wasn’t… ideal-” she gave him a warning look when he snorted- “but we’re quickly running out of time. You’re the son, Ian- you are king. You can’t run away from that any longer, I won’t allow it. This isn’t what I want for me, or Lee and the kids. At Lungbarrow House we have a chance of keeping them normal; I don’t want them growing up in the palace being treated like little gods as we were. I may have accepted I might succeed you, but it for damn sure won’t be for a lack of trying not to on my part.”
“She was awful,” he said plaintively, “not fit at all. The Queen must rule by diplomacy and grace; not by barking orders and flirting with every man she meets.” He raised his eyebrow, but the censure went over her head.
“That still leaves us without a queen five weeks before the Coronation. This morning Rassilon suggested I be fitted for the regalia as well, ‘just in case’.”
Ian flapped a hand dismissively. “I’ll figure it out.” He had no idea how, but something would come to him; it usually did.
Donna pursed her lips. “I don’t think you can fly by the seat of your pants on this one.”
“All I need is a little faith. And time.”
His sister took the dismissal for what it was, graciously rising and giving a slight curtsey he knew was mostly to make a point. “Fine. By you’ll understand if I don’t just sit idly by.” She paused at the door, glancing over her shoulder. “Maybe you should start mentally acclimating to the idea of you bowing to me.”
Ian stayed where he was long after she left, staring at the ceiling and contemplating his options, feeling the oppressive weight of duty slowly choke him like a noose.
What am I going to do?
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Monday, April 1st
Rose walked to work the following Monday, reveling in another beautiful morning. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and she had a good feeling about the day. The perfect morning for a new beginning.
Letting herself into the office space she rented for Bad Wolf Matchmaking, she hummed to herself as she moved towards her office. Waving good morning to Mel who was already at her desk on the phone, she let herself into her private sanctuary, pausing in the doorway as she did every morning to take a moment and appreciate what she had built. For an Estate girl raised by a widowed mother, she had changed her predicted future through hard work and a refusal to accept anything less.
Hanging her coat on the hook and putting her purse in a drawer, she settled at her desk and logged into her email. Pictures from Saturday’s wedding were the first thing she opened, taking a few minutes to ooh and ahh over the gorgeous shots while choking down the carrot juice Mel insisted she drink. It’s high in vitamin A, the redhead would claim when Rose complained. Keeps your immune system strong.
Mel knocked on her door, and she called her in, distracted. “Yeah?”
“Rose?” Her assistant poked her head in, carrying her laptop. “D’you have a minute?”
“Of course, what’s up?”
Me came around behind her, setting her laptop on the desk in front of her and logging in. “If you play your cards right, I think we’ve got our next big client,” she muttered, as the lock screen resolved into a Skype session.
At the other end of the call sat a well-dressed woman, with dark wooden furniture behind her. The woman was seated at a desk as well, with little in the camera frame except for herself, certainly nothing to identify her. A redhead, she appeared a few years older than Rose, and she had… an air about her.
“Rose Tyler, this is Her Royal Highness the Princess Donna of Gallifrey,” Mel said carefully, positioning herself off screen. “She’s potentially interested in hiring us. Your Highness this is Rose Tyler, she is the owner and secret weapon of Bad Wolf Matchmaking.”
What?
#bbatcfic#doctorroseprompts#ficandchips#Doctor Who#12xRose#12th Doctor#Rose Tyler#AU#Queen of Hearts#royalty AU
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LXVIII.
October 2018
In late October, Archduchess Isabella left France to attend the wedding of Duchess Sophie of Württemberg and Count Maximilian d‘Andigné. While Sophie was a distant cousin, she was more so a closer friend of Isabella. To Isabella’s surprise, Sophie’s cousin Prince Joseph Wenzel of Liechtenstein, second in line to the Liechtenstein principality had a familiar face as his date.
The familiar face was Countess Laura Henckel von Donnersmarck, Isabella’s second cousin through their mutually shared great-grandparents, Charlotte, Grand Duchess of Luxembourg and Felix, Prince Consort of Luxembourg. Within days of the Württemberg wedding, Prince Joseph Wenzel and Countess Laura had announced their engagement with an intended wedding in the Spring of 2019. Prince Joseph Wenzel’s great-uncle, the Swedish billionaire, Count Gustaf Douglas had invited few selected friends and family to his home in Sweden for a dinner party.
The engagement came to a great shock to Isabella, as she and many others never heard of a whisper about a relationship between Joseph Wenzel and Laura. Whispers quickly went around saying Laura was being pushed into an arranged marriage. The marriages of Isabella to Harry and Princess Olga Galitzine and Grand Duke George Mikhailovich were being brought up again. Olga and George were having an unhappy marriage so far.
The last thing Isabella had heard was Olga and George were highly disappointed in the birth of a daughter, a little girl whom they named Maria-Olga. There were talks about a plan, a plan to marry royals with other royals and those with noble blood. Isabella had been the perfect Habsburg-Bourbon royal. Laura’s mother was a Princess of Hohenberg, a great-granddaughter of Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria, and while she had Habsburg-Bourbon blood, Laura also had much noble blood.
Prince Joseph Wenzel needed a royal or noble blooded wife and though there were better choices, Laura was the only one who had accepted his proposal. Like Isabella, Joseph Wenzel recognized that marrying for love was a choice, being born with such a family meant a royal duty that made him forget having choices. His parents and grandparents were pleased to have Laura marry into their family. For centuries the ties of the House of Liechtenstein and the Houses of Bourbon and Habsburg were prominent and this new marriage proved to just be that once again.
Not long after, Isabella and Queen Letizia of Spain attended the First World Health Organization Conference on air pollution and health at the Headquarters of the World Health Organization, in Geneva, Switzerland. The simple fact that Isabella could speak Spanish with the Spanish Queen earned her the nicknamed of ‘Diplomatic Duchess’ as she did similar tactics with other foreign royals and politicians. The next day Isabella stepped out with Kate on their first joint engagement.
The two women went to the First World War Galleries at the Imperial War Museum. While the conversation started talking about Kate’s distant family members who died in World War One, things quickly changed to focus on Isabella. To many, why would anyone spend their time on Kate whose family were simple soldiers when Isabella was standing right next to her.
Isabella’s great-grandfather was Emperor of Austria & King of Hungary, her great-great-grandfather was King of the Belgians, her great-aunt was Grand Duchess of Luxembourg her great-grand-uncle was the King of Sweden, a great-great-grand-uncle was King of Denmark, another great-great-grand-uncle was King of Norway, another great-great-grand-uncle was King of Greece, another great-great-grand-uncle was Tsar of Bulgaria, and more distant relatives ruled the Kingdoms of Spain, Bavaria, and Saxony because of marriages to Archduchesses of Austria or their own Bourbon blood.
Compared to Isabella, Kate looked small and dull. A simple commoner standing next to an Archduchess of Austria could hardly compare in a historians eyes. When Isabella brought out stories told to her by her paternal grandfather Archduke Carl Christian of Austria and maternal grandmother Josephine Charlotte, Grand Duchess of Luxembourg nee Princess of Belgium about World War One, nothing Kate could have said or done would take the attention off of Isabella. When Isabella shared family stories about the times of world war one in Sweden, Austria, Belgium, and Denmark Kate accepted the situation.
When the car was pulled up and both women had gotten into the car, they were treated by Isabella’s two elder ladies-in-waiting.
“Your mother won’t appreciate that,” spoke Charlotte first.
“I was simply telling stories. My grandmother would have appreciated her own grandmother being talked about,” replied Isabella.
“Her mother would have appreciated it too,” added Christine.
“Marie Astrid was just 4 when Princess Ingeborg died. I highly doubt she would remember her great-grandmother very well,” bite back Charlotte.
“Talking about family members is good, it keeps their memory alive,” said Kate.
“The history books written about Belle’s family are doing that job for her. That’s what happens when you have such a family like hers,” snarked Charlotte.
“Just because books were written doesn’t mean one should stop talking about family. What’s written can be completely different from actual experiences,” replied Kate.
“Kate is right. How we interpret book is not how we interpret family. You’ve read all those horrible things about my family over the centuries. Many of them might not even be true,” agreed Isabella.
“Really? Such the cases of Juana or Maria the Mad. What about King Charles VI of France or King Philip V of Spain? You descended from them and they all have the nickname the Mad. You don’t think what we read about them is false? What about all the atrocities they committed since the beginning of time? Belle, you tend to forget that you come from a family of inbreeding and despicable acts, what else are the Habsburgs known for and it looks like your family does not learn from their past,” argued Princess Charlotte.
“I think that’s enough bickering for today. We have a fun day ahead of us tomorrow for the centenary celebrations. We should look forward now,” interrupted Princess Christine.
Isabella turned to look over at Kate who was shocked at the way the conversation went too. Kate was trying to help but Charlotte was just as obnoxious about royal blood more so than Isabella. When the car pulled into Kensington, Kate waited until they were out of the car before talking.
“It was very nice going on this engagement with you today. Hopefully there will be more,” smiled Kate.
“Yes, of course. Thank you for dealing with my ladies, I know sometimes it seems backward to have them-”
“No, not at all. I understand that they mean a lot to you and they do more,” interrupted Kate.
“Okay, good. I didn’t want you to get the wrong impression.”
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
November 2018
Morning at Westminster then attending several services were exhausting to Isabella. Just minutes after the engagements in London ended, she was on a plane to Luxembourg. There was a mass celebrated in memory of the deceased members of the Grand Ducal Family. While Isabella and Harry had gone, other royals include Grand Duke Henri, Grand Duchess Maria Theresa, Prince Guillaume, Princess Sibilla, Princess Charlotte, and Prince Leopold. It was a small gathering but the simple fact that Ferdinand von Habsburg came to another family event puzzled Isabella.
After the mass when the family was mingling around at the Grand Ducal Palace Isabella felt Harry and went immediately to Ferdinand.
She quietly dragged him away from the crowd, “Two family events, you have to tell me the truth Ferdinand.”
“Charlotte and I are dating. You know that.”
“Yes, but the simple fact that you come to two mass events is getting me suspicious. How serious is it?” asked Isabella.
“Serious enough to be here,” answered Ferdinand.
“She is just 18 Ferdinand.”
“You had someone at 18. It is not like we’re getting married.”
“But marriage is a thought in the far future, right?” asked Isabella.
“While it hates me to say this to you out of all people, but... this is none of your business.”
“She’s my little cousin. I remember holding her in my arms hours after she was born Ferdinand.”
“You’re treating me like a villain,” observed Ferdinand.
“You are 21.”
“It’s a three-year age difference. You and your husband are eight years apart. You’re being hypocritical again.”
“When have I ever been hypocritical?” asked Isabella.
Ferdinand hesitated, “We are getting off point Belle. The point is there is no secret agenda, no lies, no anything but the simple fact that I really like Charlotte and I want to be with her.”
“I just don’t want to see her hurt. She was always like another little sister to me. Charlotte was the only girl, surrounded by three boys, and I just wanted her to be happy,” confessed Isabella.
“I just want her to be happy too. Her parents and brothers are happy with our relationship. Things are going great for us.”
Isabella looked into the eyes of Ferdinand knowing she shouldn’t even have questioned Charlotte and Ferdinand’s relationship, “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry about anything. You had the right intentions but bad execution.”
“I’m sorry. It’s been a rough couple of months.”
“It’s understandable. Your name hasn’t been off the front page of the papers since your engagement. At least it feels that way,” chuckled Ferdinand at the end.
“I have to go now,” said Isabella in embarrassment.
“Okay,” smiled Ferdinand.
Before Isabella could return to Harry standing alone across the room, Isabella’s mother Marie Astrid had put her arm around Isabella’s waist pulling her in another direction.
“What is going on?”
“I wanted to ask you something.”
“What?”
“Have you called Joachim lately?” asked Marie Astrid.
“I have,” answered Isabella.
“Belle! You need to stop doing things like that. I also received a call from Alois saying you are ignoring his calls and from a Kinsky Count that are forgoing all responsibility on the trusts. You are spending far more than you are earning and you have paid barely enough attention to anything else,” explained Marie Astrid.
“What would you have me do?”
“Hand over the chateaus to someone else and put yourself on a budget. No more giving millions to charity. Form a council that has to approve every transaction over 100,000. Think logically about this or face having to sell you jewels within the next decade.”
“I’ll call a meeting with Johann and Alois. It will most likely not happen for a couple more weeks since I have a full schedule,” said Isabella.
“There is another thing I wanted to talk about.”
“What is it?” asked Isabella.
“Christine and Charlotte came to me before mass and said that they believe you might be pregnant.” There was a longed silence between the two women before Marie Astrid spoke again, “Is it true?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want to know?”
“I don’t know,” repeated Isabella.
“I can call a doctor and we can find out tonight.”
“I have to fly back to London with Harry tonight. If I stay, he’ll think I’m running away from my responsibilities or doing something I shouldn’t.”
“Then your father and I will talk to him. Belle, you should know by now.”
“I’ve been under a lot of stress lately. I haven’t been paying much attention to many things,” replied Isabella.
“I worry for you.”
“I understand mama.”
“If you are pregnant, then you can’t be on pills or at least the ones doctors would usually recommend,” said Marie Astrid.
“Pills? You want to go on medication?” asked Isabella.
“If it helps you and everyone around you then yes, I do. Belle, you have to think about Harry, your sons, and another possible child.”
“I understand.”
“I’m only trying to look out for you. You are my only daughter that is not within driving distance of me. I worry like any other mother would,” explained Marie Astrid.
#PHFF#prince harry fanfiction#prince harry fanfic#royal fanfiction#royal fanfic#fanfiction#Prince Harry
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silence ! raise the royal standard, for the princess of hungary, AURÉLIA VANCURA, has arrived. being 26 years old, she is third in line to the throne. many around the court call her the chameleon, by virtue of her being ebullient and audacious, while also being unscrupulous and perverse. — played by jodie comer.
- THE BASICS.
full name: aurélia katalinka vancura
name meaning: aurélia ‘golden’, katalinka ‘pure’
known in history as: the little rose, light of the east
date of birth: july 1st, 1992/1639
age: twenty six
star sign: cancer
profession: diplomat for the foreign and commonwealth office (modern verse) / princess of hungary (royal verse)
loyalty: hungary, house vancura, the entente
alignment: chaotic neutral
mbti: entp
spoken languages: hungarian, german, english, french, advanced dutch, intermediate spanish, basic italian (royal verse) / english, hungarian, mandarin, french, spanish, advanced german, advanced dutch (modern verse)
mother’s name: gabriella vancura
father’s name: richárd vancura
siblings, if any: pál vancura (deceased), dominykas vancura (older), adelaida & angéla vancura (younger), dániel vancura (younger)
height: 5’8”
hair colour: golden blonde
eye colour: hazel
- BACKSTORY / MODERN VERSE.
ever since she was a little girl, aurélia had always possessed a mind above the rest. despite sending her to the top schools, her parents found their eldest daughter continued to best her tutors at every turn. it was in her third year of secondary school that the school made the rare call to put her forward a year, sitting her gcse’s after only one year of study. exams that she passed with flying colours.
though the vancura family had always been a competitive one, aurélia rarely found reason to quarrel with her older brother dominykas. whilst their siblings bickered amongst themselves it was often them against the world, each making no secret that they were eachother’s favourite. and so it was no surprise that after her studies she chose to remain as close to her brother as possible. if there was one certainty, it was that she would always have him to lean on.
it was through university that she discovered a love for two things: diplomacy and women. though she’d been vaguely aware of the fact that she wasn’t interested in any of the boys in her school growing up, she’d put it down to always being a year behind them in age which made dating that bit harder - especially when they were always so much slower than her. it was at oxford that she realised her gravitation towards other girls had been more than a familiar kinship, but intrigue. something she was happy to indulge in for the first time while learning the ways of language and negotiation. two subjects she was fascinated with and would serve her well in her future career.
after graduating with a first, aurélia immediately took a position in the public sector as part of the civil service fast stream in the diplomatic service division. with plenty languages already under her belt and a strong mind for debate it didn’t take long for her to rise in the ranks and soon was being sent from country to country for months at a time to represent the people of the uk. the job involved plenty of dinners at various embassies and it was at one of these very events in vienna that she was seated next to one of the country’s most famed sportswomen. in a rare meeting of minds, aurélia was convinced by theresa von hapsburg to abandon her duty for the evening and instead spent it with it her. not only could the quick witted woman easily keep up with her ( even best her at times ), but she challenged her. made her embrace a much less structured life and taught her a freedom she hadn’t ever allowed herself. aurélia in turn offered the wild spirit a home and place to belong and the two have been living together in london ( amongst other abodes ) in between their various travels.
her life remained much the same for years. work, travel, theresa and in the middle of it her brother and his wife popped out a kid and life continued on much the same. except now she was cool and fun aunt lia with a baby to spoil and none of the responsibility. unfortunately her peace was to be short lived and the gentle routine she had found herself in, one she had come to rely upon, was ripped away in one cruel and tragic sweep. with her sister-in-law’s death came unwelcome ground. her brother was replaced with a man she did not know, a stranger, and her niece was all but orphaned. in a position she was not prepared for, aurélia stepped up in her brother’s mental absence as a somewhat guardian to laima.
over time she grew to be fiercely protective of her niece and in turn wary and somewhat disillusioned with her brother. though she knows he is suffering, and so she cannot abandon him, she feels for the little girl who has been left without a mother and a father - the latter she deems an unnecessary loss. her relationship with him has become somewhat strained, but she has never been one to give up and intends stick by his side and fix what others might see is impossible. always striving for more, for the very best, aurélia will only be content when her family is whole and happy once again.
- BACKSTORY / ROYAL VERSE.
once a headstrong princess, life’s plans have forced aurélia to adapt to the hand dealt to her. her house, though stable in its seat, had been a power hungry one away from prying eyes. with siblings vying for only one throne and keen to prove themselves strong in the eyes of watching europe, she has become far more calculating in order to survive. but before the perils of growing up ( and the responsibilities that came with it ) she was every bit the free spirit. keen to stir up trouble. always batting her eyelashes to get what she wanted, and really who was surprised when she had been taught by arguably the best there was?
keen to builld a strong relationship with their neighbours and allies, the hungarian king and queen sent their eldest princess to austria frequently as a child where she built up a strong friendship with the princess theresa. in her eyes the older girl was everything she wanted to be, and she hung on her every word as if her advice were worth its true weight in gold. in actual fact it was more the blind leading the blind, but either way aurélia attributes many of the lessons she learned to the most innocent period of her life. alone in her rooms, when there is no company but the stars, she longs for those summers again where she could be the freest version of herself with her truest friend. something impossible for her to return to as that girl was long dead and the distance between them too great after her friend was married off. quietly, aurélia found herself resentful ( perhaps even envious ) toward someone who she had thought would always be by her side.
life for the eldest vancura daughter was uneventful, as if god had decided to save up the tragedy all must face in life for one concentrated dose. she was betrothed to a rich duke, and that rich duke so very sadly passed away in the war before she ever had the chance to don her pretty white veil. aurélia felt no particular loss and grieved as was appropriate for a fiance in public ( the black skirts had been so very ugly, and she had never suited such dire palettes ), only a disruption to her life that proved a mild inconvenience. she did not like not knowing what was next, and she had been left in an unsure position. something that made the now pragmatic princess anxious.
it was at the peace summit in switzerland where the pieces of her fragmented life began to slowly fit together - not long before they would be torn apart. at bern she flourished. her mother had seen fit to give her the same education as her brothers ( smart women were often more deadly than well educated men. no one saw them coming. they could tear countries apart and no one would ever suspect the pretty smiling blonde. ) and so she was well prepared to take a seat at the table with lord’s not used to a woman commanding anything. she exuded confidence and made herself impossible to ignore, and proved herself a keen and useful negotiator. her belief in herself that had begun with theresa all those years ago, had only grown with the introduction to the daughter of an italian duke. lucrezia had been her mirror in every sense. both girls so warm and fun loving, finding comfort in the spotlight of balls, always giggling and taking great pleasure in pulling the strings of the men attempting to court them. it was with slow realisation that whilst she rejected every man that came to worship at her renowned beauty, it was lucrezia she wished to spend all her time with. not just to share in their latest debacles and laugh over silly things, but she found herself longing to see her face every morning she woke, and if a day passed where she did not speak with her it was a sad day indeed.
it was on a warm autumn day that her feelings of love surpassed anything platonic. the two girls had taken their horses out across the countryside and spent the afternoon playing in a lake far from prying eyes. half giggly on the champagne she’d swiped, and half because lucrezia was suddenly so close and the air was so heavy that she’d blame flushed cheeks on that, the other girl had kissed her mid laugh and aurélia had decided she never wanted it to stop. weeks would pass and the two young girls found themselves in and out of eachothers chambers, going beyond two youths trying to find their place, her heart belonged to the other and she could not foresee a time they would ever part. the logical part of her knew it must end, they would all return home eventually and be forced into marriages they did not want, but she was so swept up in something so pure she was sure it couldn’t be wrong.
it was a perfect tapestry that would always need to be unravelled, but never did she expect for it to happen so violently. the thread was not slowly tugged upon, instead it all went up in flames and left nothing but ash. during a coronation ball for the king of prussia, pirates invaded the castle and began slaying anyone in their path all in the name of chaos. ever together, the two girls escaped with crowded ballroom full of screams and their relief, they soon realised, came too soon. it was aurélia that had made it to the end of the corridor first, lucrezia’s expensive gown becoming ensnared on a loose nail and leaving her to catch up. she’d waited for her by the door to a chamber they could barricade until the shouts had sounded from down the hall and left the princess frozen in fear. if she waited they would both die, and both the girls knew it. she had seen the resignation of her fate in her lover’s eyes as men had grabbed her and without a second’s thought the princess had closed the door behind her to hide. but not before the screams of lucrezia had reached her ears and she had burned the memory of the sword through her chest into her mind forever.
hours passed and even after the screaming had died down, aurélia remained under the bed she had hidden beneath, unable to calm her sobbing as she spiralled deeper into shock and grief. it was only after her brother found her and managed to coax her from hiding that she began to calm down long enough to accept that lucrezia was dead. dead because of her. a thought that was soon solidified as she was led from the room and saw the remains of her lover being carried away from the pool of pool she had left behind. knowledge that her brother had too passed away in the attacks ensured the princess did not emerge from her room for quite some time. the things she had seen she shared with no one, not even her brother. her secret could not be uncovered, and her links to the dead woman must remain unknown for the sake of her reputation. her life must still continue on.
the attacks left her forever changed. no longer was the warmth she exuded anything but a product of a practiced facade. the free spirit once cultivated had been cut down and locked away. she could no longer afford to behave so foolishly, and be so free with her bleeding heart. for weeks the princess did not leave the safety of her rooms and only ate when the pain of hunger distracted her long enough from her grief. when she reemerged into court, it was only when she was attended by a guard. her trauma was stowed away deep down, forced to be forgotten. it was at night where her survivors guilt manifested as night terrors. so often did she wake herself screaming that her guards no longer ran to her. now sure the only harm inside her rooms that could be done to her was herself.
it has been months since the attacks and aurélia is now at versailles to represent hungary and its new king. in her time of self imposed exile she has learned to play the game perfectly. at surface level she is a perfect princess, her brains now buried deep where they can be used to subtly move others into the places she wants. though she smiles prettily, it is often a front meant to sway others into doing her bidding. manipulation now a part of her day to day life. it is as this new muted version of herself that she finds herself reunited with theresa, and all the old confused feelings she has long since buried. though she will play good friends, their reunion will be tainted with the knowledge that aurélia has asked for a betrothal. hoping that marriage will banish the forbidden longings of her heart for good, and give her the position of power she so yearns for.
#! * INTRODUCTIONS.#! * INTRODUCTION / aurélia.#YEET#she gets one before izzy because its gay rights#lets go lesbians etc
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it’s 2019 and i still do these
Do you know people with these names? For each name, say if you know someone with that name and how you know them.
Aaron: I know multiple Aaron’s. Two of them are former coworkers. The other one is someone I know of but haven’t really talked to much.
Adam: A jerk face.
Aisha
Alanna
Alex: Off the top of my mind, I think of someone I matched with on bumble a few months ago.
Alexa
Alexandria: A girl from elementary school
Allegra
Allie: Someone from high school who had a baby.
Allison: A girl from my sorority (that I quit)
Alondra
Amanda: One of my early college friends who transferred. I don’t even follow her on social media anymore.
Amber
Amie
Ana: Another girl from my old sorority lol.
Anaïs
Andreas
Andrew: I know a few.
Angela: A girl I used to play soccer with in middle school.
Angelica
Anna: Someone from high school. Think she moved after graduating college.
Annie
Ari
Ashley: Not the biggest fan of because she gets involved in other people’s business (including mine) but we’ve had some fun memories.
Ashna
Audrey
Austin: cute guy from my hometown who I talked for like a week senior year of high school
Becky
Ben: A friend I’ve never actually met in person but we talk every few months.
Berkeley: Someone who studied abroad in Ireland with me. She might’ve spelled it differently.
Beth: One of my first friends in college. She’s one of the nicest people I’ve met.
Bobby: Another person from college. He can kinda be a dick.
Bolor
Brendan: My friend who plays guitar and sings. Super talented. We bonded over our music tastes being relatively similar.
Bridgid
Britney: I think it was spelled Brittany but a girl in the grade below me in high school.
Brooke: My little cousin.
Cal
Callie
Cam
Cameron: I had a brief crush on him back in high school.
Camille: One of my old roommates’ close friends. I’ve only talked to her like twice.
Camryn
Carmen: A distance cousin.
Caro
Caroline: I know like 5 Caroline’s. My old roommate is one of them.
Casilda
Cecile
Cecily
Chanel
Chloe: The first person I thought of was a friend’s little sister.
Chris: Super liberal, obsessed with Game of Thrones and listens to Talking Heads
Christina: One of my sister’s friends.
Christopher: Someone from high school. I’ve known him since kindergarten.
Claire: One of my best friends.
Claudia
Claudine
Cole: Was just wondering about him the other day since he deleted all his social media. Wonder what he’s up to. I know he’s a pilot.
Connie
Connor: He plays football and writes for our student newspaper.
Courtney: She’s hilarious.
Cyrus
Daisy
Dakota
Dana
Danielle: Someone from my high school who also went to my college. She was older than me though.
David: This cool guy from the Netherlands I met my last night in Ireland. He was apparently super into me according to my sister. He deleted me on snapchat though so now I don’t know how to communicate with him.
Delilah
Diane: My aunt.
Diego
Donald
Doug: A family friend
Duncan
Dylan: My best friend’s ex. Pretty sure he got busted for selling drugs lol
Eleanor
Elijah
Elise: My sister
Eliza
Elizabeth: One of my sister’s friends.
Ella
Elle: Another girl from my sorority. She tags her boyfriend in things a lot on facebook.
Ellie: Another person from high school. She’s like me and got the fuck out of this town.
Elliot
Emerson
Emily: Man I know a ton. One that comes to mind is my friend who we can go months without talking and pick things up like no time passed.
Emma: Someone from college who deleted her social media recently. I applaud her for it.
Eric
Erika: Erica. Went to middle school with her. She’s had two kids.
Ethan: Dude I knew of in college but never really talked to.
Faith: One of my old coworkers. I would see her out at parties and be surprised since she didn’t seem like someone who drank.
Fiona
Francesca:
Franz
George: This short kid who’s sorta friends with one of my old roommates. I had class with him and didn’t even realize it until 3 weeks before the semester ended haha.
Ginny
Giselle
Grace: My beautiful cousin
Graham
Hadley
Hailey: One of the few people from high school I’d still hang out with.
Hannah: Wasn't a big fan of her.
Havana
Helen
Henry: Someone else from high school. He’s super smart.
Hugo
Huma
Ilana
Indra
Isabel: One of my favorite coworkers from this past year. Such a sweetheart. However, she can talk too much which was especially annoying at our mandatory meetings at 9 PM (college jobs suck) when I just wanted to go home and go to bed.
Isabella
Itza
Ivy
Izzy: Think there was a girl with that name on my floor freshman year
Jackie
Jacob: Old neighbor. He got busted buying weed before it was legal here. Not sure what he’s doing now
James: My uncle
Jamie
Jason: A family friend. Actually saw him the other day.
Jennifer: My former aunt.
Jenny: see above
Jess: One of my closest friends.
Jhadha
Joe: My old manager at work. I miss him. He’s so funny.
John: My music soulmate.
Jonathan: He plays football. He and his girlfriend are super cute together.
Joseph: An asshole.
Joyce
J.P.
Jude
Julia
Julie
Justin: A distant relative.
Kaan
Kai
Karina
Kat
Kate: One of my cousins.
Katherine
Kinaya
Kira
Kristie
Lanie
Laura: She’s from Hungary. She’s low key insane.
Lauren: Aye that’s me. Also one of my best friends.
Leah: My old supervisor. She’s hilarious.
León
Lexxi
Liberty
Lisette
Louisa
Luca
Luis
Lynette
MacKenzie: Spelled differently but this girl who’s somehow a Trump supporter lol.
Maddie: A really complicated friendship but think we’re good now.
Maggie: Actually one of the funniest people you could meet. She uses tinder just to send stupid messages.
Makena
Manlio
Margaret
Margo
Maria: My old roommate.
Marianna
Mariely
Martha
Martin
Mayuri
McKinley
Megan: The person I think of is a friend from college.
Meredith
Mia: One of my really close friends.
Michael: My ex boyfriend lol
Michelle: One of my oldest friends. I’ve known her since 1st grade.
Mike: This dude who gets insanely drunk at the bars and does stupid things. I don’t know how he hasn’t been arrested.
Minah
Miranda: This artsy girl from high school.
Molly: Another old neighbor. She lives in Chicago I think.
Morgan: One of my close high school friends. I don’t really see her often.
Nadia
Nancy
Natalie: A mutual friend with different people. She studied abroad in Ireland when i did.
Nathan
Nathanael
Neoma
Nichole: She was my camp counselor.
Nico
Nikki
Noah
Noelle: Pretty sure there’s a girl from my hometown with that name.
Octavio
Olivia: My locker buddy throughout high school. Would see her every day.
Orion
Owen: Went to college with him for a bit. He transferred and then dropped out. No idea what he’s been up to. He’s really into theatre.
Paige: My little cousin
Pam
Pat
Patrick: My old high school crush. He unfollowed me on instagram a few months ago which sucks because we were actually decently close friends at one point.
Paul: A family friend.
Paula
Pauline
Peter: I definitely know a Peter but can’t think of one.
Phoebe
Phong
Price
Quinn
Rachel: Another person from high school I’d actually still hang out with.
Rai
Railey
Raquel
Ray
Rayne
Rebecca: Known her since 2nd grade.
Rebkah
Regina
Reilly
Remy
Ren
Rhianna
Robert: My friend’s brother.
Rohini
Roither
Rose
Ruby
Ruilin
Sabrina
Sakura
Salim
Sally
Sam: This super buff guy from high school. Literally could be a bodybuilder for all I care.
Sapna
Sarah: This really religious girl I went to high school with. I don’t think she ever left our hometown.
Savanah
Sebastian
Shani
Shannon: One of my good friends from middle school. I haven’t seen her in years.
Siena
Snigdha
Sofia
Sophie
Soren
Spencer: Think a guy from my high school has a younger brother with this name.
Summers
Sydney: She just got married and had like a two week honeymoon at Disney.
Taran
Taylor: Talked to one for like two weeks. His current girlfriend hates me but we kinda mutually ended things so I don’t get why.
Tessa: One of the nicest people from the nicest family in my entire town.
Thea
Theo
Theresa: I’ve met a couple in college.
Tim: My uncle
Tom: I’m not really a fan of him. He likes to show up to things uninvited.
Tori
Ural
Victoria: Someone from my floor freshman year. She’s vegan and is getting married in like a month. I can’t wait to see her wedding photos. Her dress will probably be really beautiful.
Viviane
Walter
Will: Some kid from elementary school
Willa
William
Yujin
Yuta
Zac
Zoe
Which names do you prefer?
Alice or Allana? Alice
Allie or Andie? Andie
Alexandra or Anastasia? Alexandra
Anna or Angela? Anna
Annie or Angelica? Angelica
Ana or Ashna? Ana
Audrey or Ashley? Audrey
Ansel or Annika? Ansel
Brooke or Britney? Brooke
Berkeley or Bella? Bella
Bo Chao or Beatrix? Beatrix
Camille or Camryn? Camryn
Cristina or Casilda? Cristina
Chloe or Courtney? Courtney
Charlotte or Carol? Charlotte
Cleo or Chanel? Chanel
Davin or Dillon? Dillon
Delilah or Dutra? Delilah
Erin or Elina? Erin
Emin or Emerson? Emerson
Emily or Emma? Emma
Erika or Estelle? Estelle
Faith or Frannie? Faith
Fernanda or Francesca? Francesca
Georgina or Gracie? Gracie
Gabriela or Gina? Gina
Hailey or Hannah? Hailey
Hadley or Havana? Hadley
Indra or Isabel? Isabel
Indiana or Ivy? Indiana
Jenny or Jessie? Jessie
Julia or Joyce? Joyce
Jasmine or Jackie? Jasmine
Jamie or Jennifer? Jamie
Kimia or Karina? Karina
Katerina or Kate? Kate
Kira or Kristie? Kira
Lia or Lily? Lia
Lauren or Lynette? Lauren
Liberty or Leila? Liberty
Margaret or Martha? Martha
Michelle or Mackenzie? Michelle
Mia or Michaela? Mia
Morgan or Maddie? Morgan
Maya or Mayuri? Maya
Megan or Makena? Makena
McKinley or Margo? Margo
Nikki or Natalie? Natalie
Nadia or Nancy? Nancy
Nicole or Olivia? Olivia
Rachel or Rebecca? Rachel
Remi or Rosie? Remi
Ruby or Reine? Ruby
Ren or Sakura? Sakura
Sapna or Snigdha? Sapna
Sally or Stella? Sally
Sophie or Sydney? Sophie
Sophia or Solana? Sophia
Skye or Sierra? Sierra
Serena or Savanah? Savannah
Sarah or Sabrina? Sabrina
Tara or Taylor? Tara
Vittoria or Yahs? Vittoria
Yoonju or Yukine? Yukine
Aidan or Austin? Austin
Alan or Andrew? Alan
Aldo or Alexx? Alexx
Ben or Brian? Ben
Billy or Brodie? Brodie
Corey or Carlos? Carlos
Coleman or Connor? Connor
David or Dylan? David
Eli or Eric? Eric
Franz or Fernando? Franz
Gabe or Graham? Gabe
Holden or Hudson? Hudson
Jacob or Justin? Justin
Jack or JP? Jack
Jimmy or Jared? Jared
James or John? John
Karm or Kian? Kian
Lou or Lenny? Lenny
Michael or Mickey? Michael
Nick or Nathan? Nick
Peter or Pierson? Peter
Rai or Rafael? Rafael
Sanjay or Supawat? Sanjay
Will or Wynn? Will
Zachary or Zack? Zack
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2018 Year End Compilation
Top Ten Theatrical Shows
2018 really saw me stretch my wings and explore New York City theater on a level I’d never thought possible before. Much love and thanks for all the +1 invites, guys! You know who you are.
10) The Brobot Johnson Experience, The Bushwick Starr
A one-man musical that’s a dizzying blend of Afrofuturism, 80s hip-hop chic, and DIY theatrical kitsch, “The Brobot Johnson Experience” was supremely weird yet inspiring and downright delightful. Audience participation has never been so much fun!
9) Hello, Dolly!, Sam S. Shubert Theatre
Seeing Bernadette Peters in "Hello, Dolly!" should be medically classified as theatrical serotonin.
8) Long Day's Journey Into Night, BAM Harvey Theater
Eugene O'Neill. Jeremy Irons. Lesley Manville. Oh my, yes.
7) Bernhardt/Hamlet, Roundabout Theatre
“When a woman does nothing, she’s nothing. When a man does nothing, he’s Hamlet!” A profound, endlessly revelatory meditation on the symbiotic yet destructive relationship between works of art and artists, Theresa Rebeck’s “Bernhardt/Hamlet” is both a passionate tribute to one of the greatest actresses who ever lived and an exploration of why a four-hour play about a passive, moody Dane has captivated and frustrated our species for centuries. Oh, and Janet McTeer was EXPLOSIVE!!!
6) The Damned, Park Avenue Armory
Based on the screenplay for the Luchino Visconti film of the same name, Ivo van Hove’s production of “The Damned” tells the story of a Weimar-era aristocratic family’s self-destruction in the face of the rise of Nazism. I’ve seen a lot of difficult, challenging theater, but this was by far the single most exhausting production I’ve ever sat through. Most of this is due to van Hove’s use of time—much like Tarkovsky and Antonioni, he uses time as a cudgel with which to interrogate unspeakable emotional and psychological interiors. I’ve never seen a theatrical production attempt something like this before, and I’m not entirely sure van Hove succeeded. Much of this was due to the venue’s size—as my buddy Steve Kopian pointed out, the Park Avenue Armory is too big for such a “small” story—and the decision to have the imported cast speak their lines in French instead of English. For those of us qui ne parlons pas Français, the only way to follow the labyrinthine story was through the use of subtitles flashed on screens above the stage, and since van Hove’s complex staging used multiple points of action across the Armory at any given moment, it was inevitable that certain plot points and character moments would be missed. (Unless, as Steve knowingly teased, you’d seen the movie. Which I hadn’t...) Still, the production’s genius is undeniable. I haven’t felt this disturbed and discomforted by a work of art in some time. I’ve seen the gimmick of using Steadycams to simultaneously record and project a stage play across giant screens before, but never this successfully and brilliantly. In fact, it didn’t feel like a gimmick at all.
5) The Band's Visit, Barrymore Theatre
You know, I’ve seen a lot of musicals. And in that time I’ve learned that characters in musicals always WANT something. But this might be the first time I’ve seen a musical about characters who want something to WANT. Some of them even get it. But not all. And that’s important. And true. And heart-breakingly beautiful. What a gift of a show.
4) The Ferryman, Bernard B. Jacobs Theatre
Set in a rural Northern Ireland farm during The Troubles, "The Ferryman” is a sprawling 3 1/2 hour play that won just about every award a play can win across the pond. The first two acts played almost like a John Ford family drama, complete with broad semi-comedic stereotypes for the minor family members like the long-winded Virgil-quoting grandfather, the coquettish daughter obsessed with American culture, and the great aunt who drifts in and out of dementia to tell stories of banshees and lost loves. The third act, however, veers hard into Eugene O’Neill territory, channeling not just his uncompromising bleakness but also basically reimagining the last act of his masterpiece “Long Day’s Journey into Night” by quietly watching as a disillusioned middle-aged married couple unloads decades of resentment in the wee hours of the morning over a bottle of whiskey as an insane old biddy wanders about in the background muttering to herself. Then again, I’m not sure O’Neill ever ended one of his plays with a Shakespearean flourish of violence that sees three different characters killed in the literal final 60 seconds. Is it good? Undeniably. Is it perfect? No. But I wish more plays were willing to take so many chances.
3) Rags Parkland Sings the Songs of the Future, Ars Nova
“Stella Charlemagne” and “We Are and We Are and We Are.” I can remember those two songs as clearly as when I first heard them in this magnificent play. And considering that the music hasn’t been released on CD or streaming, that means they’ve been lodged in my head after a single listen. I can’t remember 95% of the songs I hear in any given musical, even the ones I like. But the fact that these two have stuck with me speaks more to the power of this wonderful musical than anything else I can think of. Hopefully this show will show back up again. Soon.
2) The Jungle, St. Ann’s Warehouse
Interactive theater usually goes one of two ways. It’s either some of the most impactful, moving art you will ever experience or some of the most hilariously miscalculated and terrible. I’m pleased to announce that Joe Murphy & Joe Robertson’s “The Jungle,” currently playing at St. Ann’s Warehouse after it’s run in England at the National Theatre and the Young Vic, is the former. Based on the true story of the Afghan Café, a restaurant in the refugee camp occupying Calais, France, it transforms the theater into a cafeteria and impromptu meeting place for the smattering of residents and European volunteers desperately struggling to keep their self-governing community from falling apart. This may have been the finest stage acting I’ve ever seen—and I should know seeing as how I was literally sitting at the table that served as the stage for much of the production. In particular, the monologue that opens the second act where a refugee from Darfur recounts his experiences surviving genocide and being smuggled across the Mediterranean in an overcrowded boat is going to haunt my nightmares for the rest of my life. This is one of the rare works of art that should be considered essential viewing for all mankind. It reminds us what it means to live and survive as human beings.
1) Angels in America, National Theatre
“Greetings, Prophet!”
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