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themysteriousauthor18 · 29 days

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The deal for freedom - a radiodust concept

Coming home far past midnight, bruised and battered. The downhill fall of the drugs wearing off, and leaving him wanting more. Only to crawl into his bed still cloaked in dried cum, sweat, blood and whatever else his clouded mind couldn’t remember. This was a routine Angel Dust was all too used to. Some nights he would be worse off, and lucky if he made it back to the hotel. Sometimes he found himself on the sidewalk instead. Only to be woken up by Vaggie lecturing him, Charlie wondering if he was dead. Thankfully that didn’t happen too often.

Tonight however, Angel Dust was lucky. He wasn’t as doped up on drugs and alcohol as he normally would have been during shoots. So while he was dazed and craving another hit of his last drug, he was coherent enough to know where and when he was.

Right now he was in the hotel’s lobby. It was somewhere past midnight, he wasn’t sure exactly the time. But he knew it was probably early morning because the sky was darker than it was when it was daytime or noon. That and nobody was running about. It was empty and quiet. Angel actually disliked that. That there was nobody or nothing to occupy his attention and thoughts. He hated those quiet moments, being left alone to his thoughts like a slave.

He especially hated being left alone to those thoughts tonight. Eversince the hotel had been taken and Pentious with them, Angel had been thinking a great deal more than he wanted. Sure they had a shiny new hotel, but that didn’t change what happened.

Seeing Pentious die before his eyes. It slapped him back to reality. It broke something in him.

He knew none of their lives were forever, including his. But if he truly wanted to try his chance at redemption whether it was real or not. He would have to stop fucking around with the idea and face it.

That's why on this night, Angel didn’t just walk down the hall to his room. Instead he walked to the stairs and took them slowly. Weighing his options on final time. He’d been thinking about this ever since the meeting. He knew it was a bad idea. He didn’t even know if it would work or if he’d agree. He hated the idea. He really did. It made him sick. He wanted to puke. But deep down, a part of him knew. If he wanted to truly have a chance to be redeemed. He needed to be free from Val first. He knew Charlie probably couldn’t help. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she was a peacemaker. And there was no making peace with Val. He didn’t wanna involve her anyway. Not after everything that had happened. Besides, bringing Charlie in would just make things worse.

He knew that.

It wasn’t her fault though.

No…he needed someone sneaky. Someone who could free him without him being torn to pieces in the process.

Angel arrived on the fourth floor sooner than he wanted. He asked Charlie a few days ago for the room he resided in. She had seemed curious then, about why he wanted to know. But she chopped it up to Angel trying to be friendly. Or hoping he wasn’t trying to offer his services to him.

This is a bad idea.

His mind warned him.

He got closer to the end of the hallway.

You're going to get yourself killed.

He had to try.

By the time he reached the door at the end of the hall, he could feel his heart pounding against his ribs. There was no guarantee he was awake at this hour. But he doubted the radio demon slept, and he could hear soft jazz playing from beyond the door. Angel took a deep breath. Maybe he would regret this. Maybe the door would open and he would be torn apart for interrupting Alastor. Or…

He shook his head. He was in the hotel, Alastor wouldn’t do anything to piss off Charlie. Or at least he hoped. He cleared the smog of fear clouding his brain. The time to be afraid was behind him, he had plenty of time to consider this. And he’d made his choice.

Now stop being a pussy and do it.

He would never have a real shot at being redeemed with Val constantly pulling him back into the den of sin. Constantly shoving drugs down his maw and getting addicted all over again when he started to make progress.

He might as well be running in circles.

He had to try. For them.

Angel straightened to his full height and knocked firmly on the door.

The sound of jazz was rudely interrupted by a record scratch. And the jazz stopped. Angel tensed. The hallway was suddenly too quiet for Angel’s taste. And he swore it became darker. He glanced over his shoulder swearing he saw a shadow disappear from the corner of his eye. Angel glanced down at the bottom of the door instead, he saw the shadow of someone approaching the door. He took one last break and kept his head raised.

Show no fear.

Fear is weakness.

Can’t be weak.

Not now. Especially now.

When the door swung open Alastor didn’t look surprised to see him. Because he answered, “good evening my effeminate fellow.” almost immediately. Angel never understood what that meant. Alastor was dressed in the same clothes he always wore. Further proving his point that the radio demon didn’t sleep. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this rude interruption?” Alastor remarked with that large smile he always wore. While his tone was upbeat and chatty his words warned to tread carefully.

Angel knew Alastor was an overlord. He didn’t trust overlords, to him they were all the same. Out for themselves and to gain as much power as possible while killing whomever they wanted. Alastor was just like Val. A selfish overlord. He was just more quiet about it. He’d learn that from Husk…The only exception was probably Husk. But he didn’t think that counted because Husk had fallen. Regardless he didn't trust them and regarded Alastor with the same weariness he did Valentino when speaking.

“Evenin’.” He returned politely, “I came ‘t chat with you about something.”

“Oh?” Alastor said, raising his brows. He titled his head a little. “And what would you like to discuss? Nothing unsavory I should hope.” He said, his smile sharpening. A warning. Angel made a small note that the man's staff was missing…

“No.” Angel answered. “No I know you're not inta that kinda stuff.”

“Indeed.” He shrugged, “well tick tock my good man. We haven’t all day.” Alastor tapped his wrist as if there was a watch there.

Angel felt the urge to cross his arms, or hold one. Some sort of protective action. But he tried not to. Knowing that's what Alastor was looking for. To intimidate. He balled his fist, spitting it out.

“I want ‘t make a deal.”

Something changed in Alastor’s expression. The once bored look on his face perked up, his eyes growing a little wide and his grin somehow growing wider. He looked at Angel, eyes moving up and down . Analyzing him. “Hmm…” he hummed. “I’m not interested in your soul my friend. Besides, you are already owned by one are you not?”

His jaw clenched. Hating the way Alastor spoke about him like he was an animal to be traded. He checked his temper though. This wasn’t the man to take it up with. And this wasn’t about his emotions. “Not a deal for my soul.” He wasn’t that stupid. There was no way in hell he would ever give Alastor his soul. Especially after seeing how annoyed and unhappy Husk was. “I wanna make a deal in exchange I’ll do somethin’ for you. Anything you want.”

Alastor looked amused. “Anything?” He leaned closer, invading the spider's space. He would have been flustered if not for the person and situation.

Alastor’s eyes glowed, Angel furrowed his brows. He replied calmly “anything. I’m not Charlie. I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty.”

Alastor did laugh then. It sounded genuine. He leaned back. Angel found himself letting out a breath. They stood for a moment, Angel awkward in the hall and Alastor calmly regarding the spider from his doorway. He hated the feeling of being looked over. Sure he had always been viewed and stared at by people but that was always in a sexual way. In this instance he knew Alastor was viewing him as an item and not a person. That was fine. Nothing he wasn’t used to.

Alastor stepped back, turned and motioned for Angel to come in. He hesitated, looking behind him into the hall. Partly wondering if Alastor was about to kill him. Well, he’d taken a chance. Now he had to see it through, he decided.

He stepped into the room. He had only a moment to take in the old 1930’s type vibe to the room. That and it was decorated in red. Too much red in his opinion. He didnt wanna think about the implications for that.

“So,” the door slammed shut and Angel actually jumped. Alastor grinned, fuck. The deer demon was sitting in an armchair in front of the fireplace. He hadn’t the faintest idea when Alator got there. “What would you like to discuss?” He said, folding one leg over the other. His hands folded in front of him while he continued to watch Angel.

Angel could feel his body tense, the hairs prickling like a hair sensing danger. He swallowed, refusing to turn his gaze away from those larger red eyes. “I wanna be free from Val.” Angel elaborated, deciding there was no use beating around the bush.

“I’m afraid I cannot do that.” Alastor bluntly remarked. “You obviously do not understand - truthfully that can’t be helped considering who owns you - however I will explain anyway.” Angel wrinkled his face in annoyance. “I cannot interfere with your contract. Nor can Charlie so don’t bother.” Good to know but he’d already made peace with involving her.

“Is it because of your reputation or something?” He carefully asked.

“No. Overlords simply are forbidden from interfering with contracts. And I do not possess the power to end it either. Nor does anyone else. The only one who does possess that power is Valentino.”

Angel deflated. Fuck.

Alastor watched him deflate. How curious. “You are very ill informed aren’t you little spider.”

Angel scoffed. “Yeah we'll have a pimp who constantly keeps you locked up and that’ll do that to you.” He paused, “I didn’t even know who you were or why you were so important till a few months ago.”

Alastors eye twitched. “Well trust me dear, you should be wise not to cross me.” The lights in the room flickered.

Angel flinched. But kept his gaze on Alastor. “Yeah, I know.” Angel said dryly. “Already got someone who knocks me around. I dont need ya ‘t remind me what fear is pal.”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed. His lips closed into a tight lipped smile. He stared at Angel with an unreadable expression. “There is one other way you may be freed from your contract.” Angel perked up. Alastor put a hand up to silence any oncoming questions. “However this is a deal. So I will require something in return.”

“Like I said. I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty.”

He chuckled. Not the overly boisterous laugh but laughed as if he was truly amused. “I will certainly keep that in mind. But no no, you needn’t do that. I merely need a pair of eyes on a few overlords. A spy if you will, to gather intel. And you, my fellow, are right in the heart of it.”

Angel stared at him bemused. Alastor’s lips spread into a toothy grin as he waited, watching the gears turn in the spider's head. Finally, after a moment it clicked. “You want me to spy on Val?”

“Not just Val, the 3 V’s. All of them.” He stood then, tucking his arms behind his back and walking towards Angel. “The details are not important. But I require intel on them. And you are the closest to them and so happen to resign here under a believable lie.”

That should have stung, that him wanting redemption was a lie. But it didn’t because he knew how it looked. He was Angel Dust after all. A porn star. A whore. And it was a lie for a while there. But Alastor didn’t need to know he was serious about it now.

“So what exactly do you want?”

Alastor hummed tapping his chin with his long claw, “merely for you to observe. Any opportunity for weakness. Their schedules, when and where they are. Their interests and dislikes. Anything is valuable if you know how to use it.”

Angel paused, “you're trying to kill them?”

An applause track played as Alastor laughed, and that showman laughed again. He suddenly got in Angel’s space and knocked on his head. Angel stumbled back. “My my you aren’t as dumb as you look.”

Angel glared; “gee thanks asshole.” He froze, the words slipping. A hand came up to his mouth.

Alastors grin widened. His eyes narrowed on the action. “Oh come now friend, don't look so frightened. You have no reason to, not yet at least. You're still useful to me afterall.”

Angel frowned. At least he wasn’t being torn apart. He drew his hand away, muttering “whatever.”

“Now,” he clasped his hands together. “You will be my personal spy for as long as I require. I will not ask you to spill any blood or attempt to fight the V’s. All I ask is that you continue to do as you like while observing and gaining intel about each one of the V’s. Each week on Friday night you will report to my room and tell me what you’ve gathered.”

He swallowed, “and what if I have nothing for ya?”

Alastor shrugged, “then you have nothing. Simply continue to observe until you have something. One cannot rush these things. It will take time and I will not fault you for that. Just make sure to carry out your end of the deal. Do whatever you must to gather intel, suck up to the V’s if you have to. Which I’m sure you already do. You are an “actor” as you claim, I’m sure you can handle it.”

Angel crossed his arms. Ignoring the jab. “And when will you fulfill your end of the bargain?”

Alastor hummed, “when I feel I have enough information. Then I will kill Valentino and in part I will be freeing you from your contract. However this will take time. How much depends on how long you take and what information you give me. If you happen to slip up and expose your involvement with me before I have everything I need I will not be coming to your aid. So do try to be careful.”

“And how do I know you won’t just throw me to the wolves once you get what you need.”

Alastor huffed, “because unlike those V’s I am a man of class. And therefore a man of my word.” He announced proudly. Angel crossed his arms and gave him a look. Alastor’s bravado dissipated and his grin fell into a closed lip smile. He rolled his eyes. “Oh worry not, you are Charlie’s pet project. Should anything happen to you on my watch, well it will surely fall back on the hotel. So rest assured I will fulfill my end of the deal. We can’t have the only patron be killed now can we? That’s bad for business.”

Angel scoffed, “gee thanks.”

“You're quite welcome!” Alastor waved his hand dismissing the previous conversation, “now what will it be?”

Angel paused to think it all over.

So…team up with Alastor? Be the radio demon's spy? Conspire to take down the V’s. He felt like he was trapped between two evils. On the one hand, if this worked. If Angel got Alastor what he needed he would kill Valentino and he would be free. No more contracts. No more clubs, He could be free, finally. He could actually try to be redeemed and maybe even escape hell. Or if he didn’t at least he could be free to live in the hotel and do what he wanted. No longer afraid of Val coming for him.

But on the other hand…

If Val or any of the other V’s found out that he was working with Alastor. They would never let him see daylight again. They would probably do worse to him than what Alastor honestly could.

He shuttered.

Angel’s eyes trailed up from the floor, he found Alastor standing there. The usual toothy grin, hands tucked behind his back, he was waiting.

He inhaled.

Truthfully, he didn’t expect to get even this far when he came here tonight. He didn’t expect Alastor to answer the door, or if he had to just slam it back in his face. He didn’t expect to be heard out. But he guessed that shoulda been expected when he mentioned a deal. Alastor was an overlord afterall and deals were like drugs for them.

But now that he was actually here, now that the chance was in front of him.

It felt like a roaring tsunami towering over him waiting to crash down. Alastor was that tsunami. And he wondered if he was strong enough to survive it or not.

“So?” Alastor prompted. Holding his hand out towards the spider, A soft green glow coming from his palm. He could see those once small antlers on Alastor’s head now growing in length and sharpening at the ends. Ending out like branches on a tree. His large round pupils were now slits.

Fuck it.

“Deal.”

He clasped Alastor’s hand and the deer gripped his tightly. As their hands joined the green energy crawled up Alastor’s arms and morphed his face into something more inhuman. Green stitches appeared on his smile and his pupils turned into a vibrant green. His antlers grew larger and longer than his arms. A burst of green light exploded from their joined hands. Angel could feel the power radiating off of the radio demon. Like thousands of souls were in his head screaming at him to RUN.

Thousands of ghostly creatures escaped the void between their hands. Souls? They screamed in agony as they flew past Angel who stared at the monster in front of him with small pupils. Sweat pooling from around his face. His ears rang, every single hair on his body was raised and he was frozen in place by the pure magnitude of power coming from Alastor. Waves of energy pulsed causing wind to fill the room.

In that moment he knew Alastor could kill him without even raising a hand.

In that moment he knew Alastor was someone to be feared.

After what felt like an eternity the green glow subsided along with the burning feeling that prickled every part of Angel’s body. When the green left the room he gasped for air. Not realizing he’d stopped breathing during that whole exchange.

When Angel had still been trying to breathe, Alastor was busy brushing his hands off on his coat. More than pleased with the fresh fear on Angel’s face and the way his legs gave out soon after.

“Pleasure doing business with you. ”

There was a small moment when the pair's eyes met, Angel was taller than Alastor. But in that moment his crash to the floor had left Alastor standing tall over him, looking down at a small and terrified Angel. He grinned, and he laughed darkly. “Have a good night.” He said, raising his hands and snapped his finger once.

Angel’s vision was filled with a ploom of green smoke. When it cleared he was back in his room. Left to ponder over the magnitude of what he’d just done.

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smurphyse · 1 year

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Ten Minutes To Curtain | Spencer Reid

Series Masterlist | Smurph's Masterlist

Part 19 of Room 405

Warnings: angst, tension, awkwardness

Summary: Spencer and Hotch head to the Nocturne to talk to Charlie... meanwhile you're getting ready backstage.

Spencer shifted uncomfortably as Hotch drove them to the Nocturne, tugging at his collar even though he’d unbuttoned the top few like you’d asked him to do.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Hotch snapped after a while, glaring at his constant adjusting.

“I’m nervous, I guess,” Spencer shrugged, but he tugged at his sleeves under his blazer. “You and Mr. Arends both said this woman is… angry and hates cops.”

“Good thing you don’t look like a cop,” Hotch offered, and now it was Spencer’s turn to glare.

When they pulled into the parking lot of the Nocturne, it was already bustling with people and energy and it was only eight thirty. Hotch wanted to be early so Mrs. Arends couldn't sneak out when she found out they were coming.

Men and women, customers and performers alike, milled about outside, smoking cigarettes and hanging out in elaborate outfits. Hotch had worn a sportcoat and dark slacks that were tighter than he'd wear normally, trying to blend in. Spencer was glad you'd given him some direction on what to wear as he didn't look much different from the rich clientele that waited outside. He'd worn one of his nicer watches and styled his hair just to try and fit in.

He eyed the dancing neon sign as he had the night they found the body in the alley. Her pink leg kicked in and out as it had months ago when he first confronted you about having a husband. It felt like years now.

They went in the front door and down a hallway that led to another door. It was dark, lit with dim fairy lights and old burlesque pictures lining the walls. Spencer tried to keep his eyes forward and not gawk at the half naked women behind the frames, but he couldn't help but think how some of those outfits might look on you.

When they entered the next hallway, a brightly lit booth sat at one end. The woman behind the counter wore sultry makeup, dark dusted eyelids and deep plum lipstick with teased blonde curly hair. She was as scantily clad as the women in the pictures, in a pointed black bra and garter belt, but Spencer couldn't see much below that.

"Welcome to the Nocturne," she said sweetly with a dramatic flourish of her lace gloved hand. She waved it until her palm reached out, curling her fingers in a beckoning motion, "Entry fee, fifty dollars, gentlemen."

"Fifty?" Hotch scoffed, raising an eyebrow at her.

The woman waved her hand to a sign on the edge of the booth that read, Fifty Bucks! No ifs ands or… with a graphic of a woman's ample backside to finish off the wordplay.

They flashed one another an uncomfortable look and dug through their pockets for their respective wallets. They fished out fifty bucks and set the bills in her open palm. She brought the money up to sniff it, smirking at them over the bundle of cash. Hitting a button under the booth, the door to the right of it popped open.

"Remember, boys," she called as they went toward it, "no touching unless you're willing to pay for the privilege."

Spencer let out an awkward breath and followed Hotch through the doorway and into yet another hall. This time there was no door blocking them from the sights inside, just a frame with music and lights emanating at the end.

It was like they stepped into a den of sin.

Velvet lined the walls, sultry purple booths and tablecloths scattered around the packed lounge on a Saturday night. The place was lit with dimmed fairy lights, the stage still dark, with a bar to one side that was backed by large mirrors.

Waitresses in sky high heels and waiters in sleek oxfords wandered the lounge, dressed in…not much and leaning provocatively as they gladly took tips and slipped them into private places. Hotch and Spencer stood, starstruck, as their eyes struggled to make sense when both were so far out of their elements.

Drag queens, drag kings, dancers and musicians all walked past them in sparkly outfits and ridiculous shoes while clients lounged about handing out cash and taking drinks. Spencer recognized a few CEOs, senators, and to his surprise an FBI agent or two among the throng of people.

It was like a circus in here, a ridiculously rich and expensive circus, but a circus nonetheless.

"You two don't belong here," a dark voice came from behind, making both of them turn toward the bar.

A tall drag queen in a bright green feathered robe lounged on one of the stools, sipping from a sparkling martini glass. Her slick lipstick stained the side as she smirked and set it down. Her bright orange hair was piled high on her head, curls trailing down to frame her pretty face.

Her long legs were crossed as she leaned back on the bar, neon green platforms bobbing up and down as she watched them. She beckoned them with a finger, "How can I help you, gentlemen?"

"I'm Aaron," Hotch said smoothly, holding out a hand for her to take. She did, and he brought it up to his lips to kiss the back of her knuckles.

When he let her go, Spencer decided on a wave. You were the only person he really liked to touch. Hotch waved a hand at him, "This is Spencer, and you are?"

"Miss Fierce," she smiled brightly, but she made no move to stand. "I'm the makeup artist here."

"We have a meeting with Mr. Arends," Hotch told her, "We're a little early, but we'd like to speak with him."

She looked off toward her right and shouted, "Daddy!"

When they turned, Charlie Arends stood up sharply from behind the bar holding a case of wine. His face went red when he spotted Spencer and Hotch, but he came quickly around the counter and set the wine down.

Spencer had expected him to be in some sort of costume, but instead he wore a tight shirt and jeans with sneakers. His muscles were insane, but now that Spencer knew this to be a kind and sensitive bear of a man, he didn't feel intimidated by it much in the way he wasn't intimidated by Morgan anymore.

Charlie flashed them a crooked grin and leaned on the counter toward Miss Fierce. He put his chin in his hand and smiled at her, "Trust me, these two aren't good candidates for sugar daddies."

"Oh," she tutted, waving an acrylic nail at him, "why would I need them when I have you?"

She stood on those towering platforms a head over even Charlie, leaned down and pressed her lacquer lined lips to his for a quick second before pulling away. Miss Fierce waved her glass at them as she passed, purposely walking between them so she could flash a wink and say, "Play nice, boys."

"Don't take it personally," Charlie chuckled as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, "she flirts with everyone."

"She's…sweet," Hotch smiled, looking off in the direction Miss Fierce had gone, down a hall and up some spiral stairs.

"You guys are early." Charlie's smile turned into a twitchy grimace. He was nervous, that much was obvious. "I haven't seen my wife all day, so I haven't told her you were coming."

"Is she here?"

"Yeah, yeah," Charlie nodded, pointing off toward the spiral stars case, "Miss Fierce told me she's getting ready up behind the stage. The performers all have vanities back there."

"Shall we?" Spencer asked, but Charlie blanched.

"I'm gonna wait until after her set…" he trailed off awkwardly. "She likes to step on my toes when she's mad at me, and if she knows you're here she's gonna be pissed. Best to have witnesses."

Spencer tugged at his collar, his eyes going wide when he noticed two women dressed in sparkly barely-there underwear smiling at him. They waved at him and an embarrassed blush ripped across his cheek.

"What's up with you, doc?" Charlie asked when he noticed them. The girls let out playful yelps and dashed back up the stairs at Charlie's glare.

Spencer cleared his throat awkwardly when Charlie turned back his way, "I'm…uh, highly uncomfortable."

Charlie gave Hotch an exasperated look and waved an upset hand at Spencer, "She's gonna eat him alive!"

Hotch set his own hand on Spencer's shoulder, "Charlie, it'll be fine. Just go do your set and we'll be here when you and your wife are done."

Charlie grumbled to himself and snatched the wine case from the counter, "I gotta get ready anyways. Don't get too excited by the girls, my wife is as protective of them as our kids."

"I have a girlfriend…" Spencer trailed off awkwardly as Charlie stomped away.

Hotch huffed a laugh and steered Spencer toward the thick of the lounge. Smoke and shimmering lights flooded over them as they made their way to the center crowd, a lone table for two open for them.

A girl in pink underwear scooted up on roller skates and deposited two whiskey tumblers on the table. She popped a large bubble from the gum in her mouth that matched her hair color, holding her hand out for a tip.

"We didn't order these," Spencer said slowly, but she shook her hand and stuck it out further expectantly.

"Courtesy of Miss Fierce," she squeaked cheerfully, popping her gum again. "Not courtesy of me. Tip your waitresses, folks."

She pointed to a metal 50s style sign that reiterated her statement, so Spencer handed over a ten as it was the smallest bill he had.

"Knew you cuties were good for somethin'!" she said, smiling wide and stuffing his cash in her bra, "Enjoy the show!"

Spencer cocked a brow at Hotch, who took the glass and a large pull on it, so he did the same. It was a sweet bourbon, just a hint of spice. Miss Fierce picked a perfect drink.

He settled into the soft velvet backed chair, a perfect view of the stage in front of him. The presenter's voice rang out above the crowds in a 20s style circus MC.

"Ten minutes to curtain, friends and fiends… get your drinks now to get your kicks soon."

Spencer took another drink. It was going to be a long night.

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You dusted body glitter over your breasts as you sat in front of your vanity. They were nearly spilling out of your bra with the bit of pregnancy weight you'd gained. You could have smacked yourself for stupidly thinking it was your period after four pregnancies and five kids.

You were still nervous to tell Spencer, and you hadn't seen Charlie all day, so you were still holding onto your secret. It ate at your insides and made you feel sick, but you hoped dancing would take some of that away as it usually did.

You loved performing. Even after your original shame from your origins as a stripper and call girl, you loved it. It gave you a chance to let go, your only outlet before you met Spencer.

"Mmmm," Miss Fierce hummed as she came up the spiral stairs, her large platforms clomping and her feathered robe flowing gracefully behind her. "There's some handsome men out there tonight, Momma."

"Any eligible bachelors?" you crooned sweetly as you watched her come up behind you in the mirror.

"There's a sweet one with puppy dog eyes you could eat up," she purred, setting her hands on your shoulders and smirking at your reflection.

You reached up your little glitter brush and dusted her nose with it, "I'm taken lady, there's only one pair of puppy dog eyes for me."

"He the reason for those bruises on your neck?" Tessa called as Miss Fierce swatted your brush away and plopped into the seat next to you.

"Yeah, and what about those tits you got all of a sudden?" Fierce smirked, waving a hand at your swollen bosom. "You get a boob job we don't know about?"

"Hey," you scolded playfully, trying and failing to cover them with your hand. "I've had five kids hanging off these things, of course they're big."

"That's why I'm glad mine are fake," one of the other drag queens laughed, shaking her silicone chest. "I can change the size any time I want."

You all laughed as the announcer Marty, a tattooed man with a slick handlebar mustache, called out for the ten minute curtain. The crowd roared with excitement, amping you and the other performers up.

Charlie came up behind you in just his pants as he tugged on the top of his costume, kissing your cheek. He sat down next to you and pulled on his dancing shoes as Tessa leaned over and smiled.

"Daddy, did you knock Momma up again? We're in a fit over her new boobs."

Charlie looked up sharply, his gaze landing on your breasts. He squinted at you but he shook his head, "Nah, we haven't shared a bottle of wine in a while."

"Shame," Miss Fierce frowned, twirling a makeup brush in her hand, "you two make such pretty babies."

Charlie looked rushed as he finished getting ready, so you turned in your seat and leaned your elbows on your knees. Tapping his forehead with your finger, you smiled softly when Charlie finally met your gaze.

"You okay?"

Charlie swallowed thickly like he did when he was nervous, but he flashed you a smile back, "Yeah, baby. Just got distracted."

"I told you, puppy dog eyes out there is cute," Miss Fierce crooned, and Charlie blanched.

He stood quickly and held out his hand for you, "C'mon, they're waiting for us."

You took his hand, watching him with concern. He led you over to the stage, the large red velvet curtain waiting to be pulled up so you could be presented.

You squeezed Charlie's hand, and he gave you a small smile as he squeezed back. You wanted to tell him about the baby right then and there, but you weren't sure what his reaction was going to be since it wasn't his. And you had work to do.

"Do you need Manny to step in?" you asked, talking about his backup dancer.

"No, this is our number, baby," he said with a prideful grin. "Our song."

"Okay," you hummed, deciding you'd press him on it later. "Let's make rich men spend some money."

Charlie chuckled lightly and nodded, "Let's do it."

Marty's voice echoed out, promoting a round of yells and table pounding in the crowd's excitement.

"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for…"

Notes: oooohhhhh... you guys are not prepared.... How do you think Spencer and Sweetheart are going to react when they notice eachother in the Nocturne??

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violets-in-her-arms-writes · 1 year

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Find the Words {1}

Thanks @thewriteflame for tagging me! I had a lot of fun 💜

Surprisingly (or not), I haven't once mentioned a mountain or used the word match in La Fledgling, so I had to look elsewhere. Which means I can now subject all of you to two other projects of mine (not WIPs because they are no longer in progress. I'm halfway through the third book for the Witch's Time and 15k into the last book of ELT).

(I had to twist muse into amusement, because I wanted to add an extract from La Fledgling... sorry... 😶)

Words: mountain, match, market, muse, minute

Mountain

The Cave was not that large. There were rumors and legends of caves that could hold several hundred people and entire civilizations, caves where forests flourished and mountains rose, where rivers and lakes flowed. Ours was just a normal cavern.

The stone walls were covered with symbols that glowed in rhythm with the incantations used. Plants were sprouting in one corner, constantly monitored by a community member whose job it was to keep them from dying. To be honest, I didn't understand how they could possibly grow in the first place, let alone survive in such a dark place.

~The Witch’s Time (t.1), chapter 4

Match

Year of the Hare

Knowing that Llewella isn't Lorelei doesn't take away the fact that she's one hell of a nut jub. Holy fucking shit, she's so stubborn! We all know she has magic, but she still refuses to... to... to do anything, really! She doesn't want to talk about matching magical properties, doesn't want to talk about her potent magic. She doesn't want to experiment with her own magic, doesn't want to know the limits and constraints of it, even though its the basis of everything! And she refused to listen to Yawen and I. She acts as if every piece of advice we give her is an insult to her intelligence. Which is not the case! It's just that it' s dangerous for her to stay with an untrained magic. Dangerous for her, but also for others.

But try to explain that to miss I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about-I-don't-have-magic.

~The Witch's Time (t.2), chapter 7

Market

Today, Flostre didn't have class, which meant that he spent his time following her around, asking her a thousand and one questions (some of which she was unable to answer) and touching everything. Ah, the joys of having a ten-year-old apprentice! He had taken a passion for candles, ever since his mother had dropped him off one day in Huilion's store. Unfortunately, Adaeze was working that day and the kid had just… imprinted on her. So now, when his mother went to the market, when she left to pick up her other kids or just when she needed a break (the gods know the poor woman deserved it), Adaeze had to keep an eye on him.

~Le retour de l'Oubliée (ELT t.1), chapter 12

Muse

"They think Lou is bringing…to tell you the truth, I'm not sure. They said something about her sire or someone from her original nest, but we weren't too sure what that meant, so we're improvising." "Again, I'm sure everything will work out for the best," Iris chirped, hiding her laughter behind her hand. "Look, so far, all our plans have been successful, I don't see why this one would be any different." "If you say so," Alex muttered before kissing me on the cheek and putting on her coat. "But you know if you need help, we're here." "And, if needed, we'll come get you out." Charlie's voice was deep and sincere. The other two nodded at the same time. Behind my back, Ana was silent, but I knew she was watching the situation carefully, despite the toxic mixture coursing through her veins. "You'd come looking for me in a den of overpowered vampires," I repeated with amusement. "Yes. But we'd rather not, so be careful." Iris never lied. Iris couldn't lie, really, but in cases like this, I'd still rather she kept her mouth shut than tell me things like that. No. Even if we were in trouble, I wouldn't call them. I'm not going to have their death on my conscience. Ana would do as she always did, which was to say that she would just do her own thing and rush into danger, regardless of whether I agreed or not, but the others would wisely stay home. "I promise," I lied with my fingers crossed behind my back.

~La Fledgling, chapter 1

Minute

Had she never watched Dirty Dancing before? "This is my dance space, this is your dance space" could, and should, be applied to any situation. If someone was less than sixty centimeters from me, it was already too close. And the vampire's voice was sliding against my skin in an unpleasant way. I rubbed my ear against my bare shoulder, suppressing a shiver. "Whose fault is that, one wonders? Wouldn't it be just great if the hosts saw me standing next to their ruined tablecloth when I've been here for five minutes?" I mumbled under my breath while trying to wipe the blood stain that was still spreading on the white tablecloth. "Why? Are you scared?" I swallowed my initial response which was to repeat that line from the Lion King "danger, I laugh at danger". After all, I was here undercover and given that the mansion didn't even have electricity (really, I was going to have to pay a visit to the Rodins' ASAP), I kind of doubted that anyone in this room had watched a Disney movie.

~La Fledgling, chapter 3

Tagging : @lena-rambles, @ryns-ramblings, @junypr-camus & @amewinterswriting, and anyone who wants to give it a try 💜

Words: trip; throne; tired; tempt; tone

Good luck and have fun !

(@ladyniniane on devrait faire une version francophone ! Je veux lire des extraits de ce que tu écris moi, même si je peux pas lire la fic en entier sous peine de rien comprendre XD)

#tag games #écriture #wip: la fledgling #wip: witch's time #très déçue que mon “vampires ultra-craqués” soit intraduisible en anglais 😔 “overpowered” ça a juste pas le même cachet

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alondradina · 1 year

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Domaystic day 4!

Prompt: Packed lunch

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

Rating: T

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46893625/chapters/118296856

The Weasley home was exactly as Harry remembered: pleasantly homely and crowded. It was the first Sunday brunch he had been able to attend since moving out of the Dursleys' house, and the sweet cacophony of the Weasley brood making nuisances of themselves was music to his ears.

He only made it as far as the gate before Mrs. Weasley spotted him through the kitchen window. Beaming, she passed the spatula to Ginny and bustled out of sight. Ginny nodded in greeting — ducking her head in an attempt to hide her blush — and waved the spatula at him. He waved back.

"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley cried, rushing out the front door. She quickly wiped her hands on her apron before enveloping him in a sausage scented hug. Giving him a tight squeeze, she stepped back and smiled up at him. "You came!"

"How could I resist?" Harry joked, waving at the twins as they made obnoxious lip smacking noises. Their mother turned around, and they swapped to blowing her kisses.

"Hey, Harry," Ron greeted. Stepping around the twins, he gestured for Harry to join him inside. "Ditch your roommate?"

"Your mother suggested I invite him."

"Did you?!"

Harry shrugged. "Yeah, but he said he had to study."

"Sure, study," Ron scoffed, "Hermione's used that one a couple times."

"I think he was pleased to have the place to himself, honestly."

"Who are we talking about?" One of the twins asked. The other was still teasing Mrs. Weasley.

"Harry's stuck up, know-it-all roommate."

"The dreamboat?!"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Come on, George. Don't start that up again."

Which was the exact wrong thing to say, of course, and Harry left his friend to his fate. Wandering through the interconnected rooms, he passed Bill and Fleur changing Victoire's diaper in the den, Percy and Mr. Weasley discussing their mid level government jobs in the sunroom, and found Charlie sprawled face down on the living room couch.

Ginny poked her head out of the dining room and held a finger to her lips. Taking the hint, Harry left Charlie alone and instead followed Ginny into the kitchen.

"Sorry, he was out late last night."

"Didn't expect him to be here. Thought he was still out of the country," Harry said, automatically reaching out to help Ginny get one of the platters from an upper cupboard. He assisted her in setting the expanded dining room table, and then started bringing the food in.

"Phew, thanks," Ginny swiped the back of her hand across her sweating forehead and frowned at the clock. It was almost noon. "I don't know how mom does this every week."

"She's obviously magical."

"If she were magical, you and George wouldn't have gotten away with nearly as much." Ginny rolled her eyes at the twin who was nonchalantly strolling into the room, ignoring Ron's raised voice.

The other twin appeared behind his brother. "Whatever do you mean, dearest sister?"

"I think our dear, sweet baby sister is insinuating that we were naughty children," George lamented, pushing past Fred to sit at the table.

Fred sat across from his brother, and gestured for Harry to sit next to him. When the invitation wasn't immediately accepted, he pulled the chair out and patted the seat meaningfully.

"I don't want to sit by them!" Ron yelled as Harry finally sat, "I live with them!"

"You can come sit by us then," Bill offered. His wife set Victoire in her highchair and buckled the toddler in.

Ron blushed and sat on the other side of Harry. "It's fine."

Fred leaned over and stage whispered, "Methinks ickle Ronniekins still has a widdle crush on our sister-in-law."

Ron turned an even brighter red and glared at his plate. "Do not."

"Oh! Everything is ready?" Mrs. Weasley questioned, seemingly at a loss without a task at hand.

"Looks like it," Mr. Weasley grinned at the people gathered around the table. "Must be time to eat!"

As always when Harry ate at the Burrow, the food seemed to never end. Any time a dish was emptied, it reappeared minutes later — steaming hot. They sat at the table, nibbling on bacon and sausages, and caught up with each other's goings-on.

The next time Harry glanced at the clock, it was past two o'clock. "Oh, wow. I didn't realize how long I'd been sitting here."

"It's not that late," Ron dismissed, eating one last bite of toast before pushing away from the table. "You know how it is around here."

"Yeah, but I've got some homework I need to finish up and grocery shopping to do."

Ron groaned. "You couldn't do that tomorrow? Or yesterday?"

"Tom reminded me on my way here," Harry shrugged before standing and addressing the table. "I've got to head out, guys."

"Do you-?"

"-sure you can't-"

"-a ride?"

"Yes, I do have to go, I'm sure I can't stay, and I'll catch the bus. It'll be here at three past three, so I will have time to say goodbye and walk to the station."

Harry always gave himself at least a half hour for farewells. The Weasleys were an affectionate bunch, and there was a lot of backslapping and many hugs. There was also a copious amount of leftovers, somehow, and Harry found himself weighed down by multiple plastic bags filled with various sized ziplock bags containing anything he wanted and more.

"Make sure to share with your roommate, dear," Mrs. Weasley admonished, pinching a cheek affectionately before letting him out of the house. Their chorus of goodbyes buoyed him down the lane and into the bus, which he just barely caught.

When he finally made it home, some time after five, Harry was surprised to find Tom in the living room.

The other boy looked up from his book when the door opened, but returned to reading as soon as he saw it was Harry. "Did you buy the store?"

"Huh?" Harry glanced down at all the bags he was carrying. "Oh, no. Half of this is just from the Weasley brunch."

Tom marked his page and closed the book. Standing, he joined Harry in the kitchen and watched him unpack the bags "How much food do they need?"

"There's a lot of them. They've only got Ginny at home now, but there's six brothers who come to Sunday brunch. The oldest, Bill, is married, and his wife and kid come as well."

Tom hummed — obviously not particularly interested in the Weasley family — and watched Harry pull all the ziplock bags out and set them on the counter.

"This is all breakfast food," he pointed out, hefting a bag of cooked sausages.

Harry frowned at the mini fridge. "Don't think I'll be able to fit all of that."

"You're not going to be able to eat it all before it goes bad, anyway."

"Some of it is yours," Harry said, pulling out some of his old leftovers and throwing them away to make more room. "Mrs. Weasley wanted you to have some as well."

"Why would I want leftover breakfast food? It doesn't even reheat well."

"It's free?" Harry offered, knowing that wouldn't be a good enough reason for his roommate. Tom was very particular about what he ate.

Instead of the expected sneer, Tom just snorted and checked one of the other grocery bags. "Is anything I requested in here?"

"This bag," Harry held out the bag he'd kept on the floor next to him. "I was going to prioritize getting your stuff in the fridge."

"Oh."

When there was no follow-up to that, Harry looked up to find Tom watching him with narrowed eyes. "What?"

"What do you want?"

"What?" Harry repeated, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Tom moved forward to stand over Harry's kneeling form. He frowned down at him. "People always want something. No one does anything without expecting something in return."

"I, uh, don't need anything? I'm just being nice."

"But why are you being nice?"

Harry chuckled awkwardly. "I mean, why not?"

Tom scoffed and stepped back to sit at the table, still watching Harry.

"You know-" Harry began, then paused as Tom's eyes hardened.

"What?"

"We could, uh, we could try being friends? That's all I'd like, I guess."

Tom considered him for a moment. "Why?"

"We live together. We could hang out sometimes." Harry turned to start putting away the new food. He'd never before understood how someone could sense that they were being watched.

"I will consider it," Tom said eventually. His face was carefully blank when Harry glanced at him.

Harry shot him a lopsided grin. "That's all I ask."

#domaystic2023 #domaystic #day 4 #harry potter #tom riddle #harry/tom

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blazewatergem · 2 years

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Cleaning - Surefire Camp

Spring cleaning at Surefire Camp! Mostly happy, one angsty section for poor Bella, and me kind of ribbing myself for misspelling her name so many times before :’D for the record: it’s BellA, not BellE. Even if it says that on her character ref - yes, I got it wrong there too 😭

Please enjoy! This actually came out more than DOUBLE the words than the first one!

Spring cleaning. One of the most hectic times of Surefire Camp. While most of the cabins lie empty, the ones with living occupants did need to get picked up every so often. The deep clean that comes with spring, though, always felt far more refreshing.

It was also a great time to get to see what the other kids were up to. Seeing how the adults focused on their main lodge, the group got to bounce between their own places and…mildly rub each other on what was up with their stuff.

The first, of course, was Cleona’s.

🧹

“Hoooooo, Cleona, that’s a lot of blankets.”

Alex whistles, staring at the growing mound as Cleona pulls out fluffy blanket after blanket from her cabin. And then pillowcases. And then sheets. At some point, he’s pretty sure it should be two piles and not one.

“Yeah, well, I kind of need them.” She lifts one up, gesturing back towards herself, “Most of my cabin is bed. I use them to set up a den, for the most part, and let’s be real - I’m always the one hosting sleepovers.”

She’s started to use her back as a basket, draping the blankets over herself to help carry them.

Alex starts picking them up too. “Yeah, that’s because yours is the coziest. Nice and big so we all can have fun. You don’t share with anyone.” He winks at the end, making her laugh.

It was the truth. Sabella lived in the lake, for the most part, and Bella still slept in the main lodge - for safety reasons - while Charlie and Alex shared a cabin.

“You try getting enough space with a body like this. Beds are small, sofas are small, I can’t sit in chairs.” Cleona is giggling all the while they lug her stuff to the laundry and back again. It’s a comfortable feeling, doing it together.

On the way back, Alex looks around. “You seen Charlie?”

“Yeah, he’s on floor duty.”

“Eh?”

He understands the minute they get back into Cleona’s cabin. While a majority of it is carpeted, soft and well-worn with time, there’s still some regular flooring near the door and into the area that works as a dining room.

Charlie was currently in puddle mode, roaming like a roomba across said flooring.

“My dude,” Alex states, “the fuck.”

A head appears in the middle of the green pool.

“I’m helping!”

🧹

Charlie and Alex’s cabins were next - and things were going smoothly!

Until Cleona got into the fridge.

“How the hell are you two alive?” She chuckles, pulling out so many half drank water bottles, “There’s, like, no food in here. Oop, I take it back -“

Triumphantly, she raises a single pack of bacon above her head.

“Found some.”

She outright laughs at the offended looks she gets back.

“Hey! I do most of my cooking in the dining hall, better and bigger kitchen there.” Alex defends, “Stuff here is just for, like, quick cooking or cravings, y’know? D-Don’t think I didn’t see what was in your fridge!”

Cleona’s cat ears press against her head, and she ducks a bit, “Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

Having a shit ton of raw beef was a pretty strange sight to the guys. And milk. A lot of milk.

“B-But I’m the only one in there! There’s two of you here, shouldn’t you have more? Especially with Charlie’s biology.” It was a good point. If Charlie ever lost a lot of himself, eating or drinking can help make up for it.

Considering he was always losing bits of himself, the poor teen was just…always hungry.

Like right now, where she could see him quite literally shoving himself into a bag of chips.

“We keep snacks in the cabinets,” Alex explains, putting the victory bacon back, “Trust me, we use the fridge.”

“For what —“ In a practiced move, Cleona starts opening the drawers in the fridge to check through those. She doesn’t really expect to find anything.

But she does.

The two of their bickering goes silent as they stare down at the ketchup packets. Just…just a shit ton of ketchup packets. Cleona can see different labels of where they’re from - most from fast food places, but there was a few from local diners.

They fill up the entire. Drawer.

“…Hey Alex?”

“¿Qué?”

“I think it’s my turn to ask what the fuck.”

“Probably.”

“…Well?”

“Hmm?”

She gestures towards the drawer, “Wha-I-the- what do you MEAN hmm?! Bro, the fuck?!”

Alex looks at the mound of packets, and shrugs. “I dunno, seems easier than drinking it from the bottle.”

“WHAT —“

🧹

They’ve masked up. They’ve got gloves on. Cleona has even wrapped bags around her paws to keep them and the fur up her legs safe.

Charlie’s room. Their next destination.

“We ready?” Alex’s voice is muffled a bit, the teen having found and put on a gas mask.

“Yeah.” Cleona adjusts her goggles, mop in hand, “We got this.”

As they unlock the door and step in…

They reel back, stunned.

Everything’s clean.

Charlie didn’t have much. A bathtub - with the drain and any piping removed - for a bed, some clothes for particularly hot days, a mini fridge for liquids, and a tablet made to be waterproof loaded up with books and games and things.

But not a smidge of dirt or grime anywhere.

Where they expected mass amounts of dried slime, goo, and stains there’s none. Even mold or just in general use is…not there.

It’s pristine to the point of creepy.

“U-Uh, Charlie, buddy?” Alex calls out, “You’ve been sleeping in here right?”

The slime in question slinks up to them, looks in, and nods.

“Yeah! But why are you two going in? I don’t cause any mess.” Charlie starts, and then continues after their dumbfounded looks, “My slime dissolves dirt and stuff. Plus it doesn’t stain or dry up - it just kinda evaporates. Y’know, poof.”

…

“You’re cleaner than we are.”

“Charlie, that’s so cool!”

🧹

Before heading to the main lodge, the three go towards the lake to help out Sabella with the lake.

Most of the floaties they just. Leave floating in the lake so they’re always available. From unicorn donut tubes to giant parkour setups - one they all begged for and got one beautiful Christmas - they drift along the clear crystal waters.

What makes a difference now is bringing them up on the shore for Eleanor to check over. She knew how to fix this stuff, so they save it for her.

Something about not trusting anyone else with a needle.

Which is where they find this awful predicament.

“Charlie! Try - try leaning!” Cleona tries not to laugh, she does, but seeing just how stuck he was…it was hard. She could barely make out his panicked face as the floatie he was on started drifting away.

It’s a little kid one, and it looked like a pirate boat.

For some reason this is important to her to note.

“If I lean ‘m going in!!” Charlie yells back, “Please!! I CAN’T SWIM!” He’s so concerned.

Alex is laughing, “Yes you can! We’ve seen you do it before!” They had, and Charlie was - actually - a really good swimmer.

That does not stop his weak flailing.

“BUT THE LAKE WATER FEELS WEIRD IN MY SLIMEEEE!” He cries out, before falling backwards with a yelp. He sits back up, and smiles at the sight of a long, long scaly tail wrapped around his tube, tugging him to shore.

“Thanks Sabella!” The alligator girl laughs at him, shrugging as she drifts.

“No worries, Charlie.”

🧹

While the others head towards the dining hall, ready to eat, Cleona heads towards the main lodge. She knew Bella sometimes needed some…extra love, with cleaning day.

The little girl was very convinced that getting rid of stuff hurts said stuffs feelings, and thus needed to be reassured it was perfectly ok.

Which is how she enters the office room - a front in case anyone ever came by, wanting to stay at Surefire Camp, only to be informed the main campgrounds and cabins are ‘closed for repairs’.

Only to find a fretting Eleanor.

“Miss Eleanor?” Cleona stops on her way to the living spaces.

“Oh! Cleona, great timing, can you go check on Bella?” The older woman frets, fiddling with her many bracelets, “We were going through her room, and-and when Phil brought a letter in - for Bella, not me - she got upset and begged me to leave!”

She sighs, silver and brown hair falling from her bun - almost like an emphasis on the woman’s low mood.

“I didn’t want to push her, so I did. But she hasn’t come out, and it’s been a while…”

Cleona nods, “Yeah I’ll go take a peek. Don’t you worry, I’ll get our bumblebee back to buzzing.”

She hopes.

🧹

The crying she could hear through the door was not promising.

“Bumblebee baby?” Cleona says, “You wanna open the door for me?”

“No!” Is the sobbed out answer, “I don’ wanna!” Oof, ok, definitely gonna need a light touch here.

“Honey bear, you’re worryin’ me. What’s going on?” Cleona settles down just outside the door, lying down and crossing her arms. It’s a few minutes later, but a piece of paper slides under the door. A quick pick up and glance over it reveals everything.

Dear Belle,

Don’t write anymore.

It wasn’t even signed, but Cleona knew who it was from. While the teen has lost most of her faith in humans - along with most of the people living there - Bella had always wanted her parents to still love her. So, sometimes on her own in little red crayon, sometimes with the help of Phil or Cleona herself, Bella would write letters to them.

They never responded until now.

Cleona feels the paper crumple under her tightening hands. She drops it and knocks again at the door. The crying has…lessened.

“Bella, please open the door.”

There’s soft footsteps, the click of a lock, and then the steps go away. Cleona opens the door to a pastel daydream turned dark.

There are ribbons, frilly dresses and light colored clothes strung up in different areas. The closet, Cleona knows, was turned into a little reading nook and appeared to currently be occupied by the big stuffed bunny they had won at the state fair. The bed was overstuffed, piled on pillows and blankets.

A pile on the floor looks like Bella was sorting through her toys when the letter came in. Now, the girl was crying into a Squishmallow…which, Cleona is pretty sure that one is hers, but that’s ok.

“Oh, baby, it’s gonna be ok.” Cleona starts, gently rubbing the other girl’s back. The child cries harder.

“Th-they didn’t even geeet my nameee right!” She’s abandoned the Squish for hugging Cleona, hiding her face in the teen’s shoulder.

Cleona…can’t give her the right words. So, she drops her voice, and purrs. Purrs and purrs and purrs, holding the toddler close to try and soothe the pain.

Cleona just wishes this would be the only time Bella is ever let down, but she knows better.

All she can do is be there for her. For all of them.

🧹

The night ends with s’mores, a insisted upon tradition. As Cleona holds Bella, eyes still a bit puffy and face smeared with marshmallow, she wonders if she’d rather things were different.

If any of their parents could have accepted them, would they be better off? Then again, some of them weren’t there because of that. Besides, watching Bella munch on another s’more - it’d be her last one for a few days, to avoid adding to the sugar meter in her body - Cleona…really wouldn’t change anything.

They’re a family, no matter who leaves or joins. She’s happy to support them through thick and thin, no matter what.

#surefire camp universe #original writing #angst for poor Bella :( but she gets treats at the end so it’s ok #she’s well loved by the others at Surefire #talking fire

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mudskip-muses · 1 year

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This might actually be a pretty nice place to rest his weary body. It’s dark and cool and normally quiet… Unfortunately, the breeder who won’t leave him ALONE is ruining what should be a calming atmosphere.

Having taken refuge under the bed, Kokichi growls at his boyfriend, warningly-nipping at any hands that may dare try to pull him from his makeshift-den. Squirming his small body around, he skitters around the dark with infuriating swiftness, Kokichi using whatever energy he can spare to make things as difficult as possible. Whining in frustration, ears back and tail tucked close to his body, he snaps at Gundham with a bit more force. Clearly not attempting to bite— if he wanted to, he would have latched onto something by now —but to show that his patience is wearing thin.

He’s getting tired.

Barking at Gundham, the high-pitched sound is more annoying than intimidating, despite it not coming out as strong as it normally does. Still, Kokichi voices his complaints, not doing anything to help his sorry state. — (( *shoves over a sick and Difficult doggo lmao* ))

@not-bcring

Normally when animals would fight him in a time of illness, it was because they didn't understand that Gundham was just trying to help them. Thanks to his otherworldly nature, he had the opportunity to convey his true intentions in a way the animal would understand, and usually that was enough to garner cooperation. What made the situation with Kokichi so infuriating was that he was sentient, meaning no additional magics were needed for him to know Gundham's goal, he was just being difficult. Having chased the little wolf all around the room, books and papers sent scattering, and a project or two of Kazuichi now spread across the floor, the breeder was at his wits end trying to catch his boyfriend, his body stuck halfway under the bed now as he tried to pull him out.

"Kokichi please, there is no reason to be this difficult!" First he wouldn't go to the human doctors, having turned to his beastly form in an effort to escape it, and now he was fighting tooth and nail to avoid going to the vet. "We would not be in this mess if you simply went to Mikan like I suggested!" So tired from running about the room, he didn't even bother mincing his words, the halfblood just wishing this to be over so they could both rest. "If you don't come out, I will simply bring Charlotte here, and she will be far less forgiving than I." With the advantage of Charlie being...a bit different than most humans herself, Gundham started bringing all manner of his beats to her, supernatural or otherwise, knowing that his secret would be kept safe with her. That being said, she knew this was Kokichi, and therefore would not have the gentle bedside manner she usually used for animals should he be uncooperative.

"She will drag you out by the mane and-" Cut off by the sound of the door opening, Gundham turned to see Kazuichi as he returned from class, only to realize a moment too late the mechanic had inadvertently given the little leader an escape route. He may not choose to take it, but if he did there was no telling how far he would get. "Close the door before he escapes!"

#dfgjaksdgf hell yeah #also i have an ult vet oc so excuse me while she makes a guest appearance : )#she was originally a marvel oc so in gunnies halfblood verse i let her have plant powers as a treat <3 #muse: gundham tanaka #muse: kazuichi soda #v: halfblood #v: werewolf #not-bcring

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dreamsmpimagnes · 3 years

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Ive been getting into Origins ever since the season 2 came out and Im wondering if you have any hcs for it? Just general one are okay ^-^ thank you <333

I've peaked with this post

Warning: it's sooooo fucking long

Individual Hcs

o!Charlie

Because he's just made up of a viscous dull lime green slime in the basic shape of a person (no fake bone or muscle definition) with black eyes, he tries to wear normal looking clothing so his appearance is less off putting to others

Whenever he gets bonked down to a smaller size, he has to go through wherever it happened and pick up the slime from the ground to morph back into his body, which can take hours (there was an accidental TNT situation and they were still finding tiny slime pieces in the yard weeks later)

Also, instead of holding things like a normal person, he just sticks them in his body so they're suspended in the slime and he can take them out whenever he needs to use them, he can't do it for too long, though, because otherwise, they break down in his body and he'll digest them (he can do this with anything but obsidian)

This makes the process with food upsetting to many people, since whenever he heads to eat, he absorbs is through his mouth and, throughout a few hours, you can see it break itself down in him

o!Fundy

He's half arctic fox, so he enjoys colder climates and running around in the snow

His hair is fluffy and white with two fox ears perched on his head (he also has a thick tail tipped with gray) and his eyes are a golden hazel that almost glow at night, also, while his teeth are relatively normal, he has sharp canines

That being said, when he was younger and on his own, he would rip through raw meat, not knowing quite how to cook it without accidentally turning it into charcoal

Because he was alone a lot at the start of his life, he thrives off of social interaction, being a very touchy feely person with those he cares about (does not appreciate the small jokes though)

He doesn't like when people he's not especially close with touch his ears or tail however

Loves collecting leather goods, glass objects, skulls, other bones, and shiny things

Because of that, his den is a bit intimidating to go into, these items placed on stacks of barrels and on shelves bolted into the cave walls, but it makes him feel fully safe and at home

o!Jack

His skin is tinted an orange-gold color and his hands and feet are a dark gray, as if they're covered in a layer of ash, and in place of his hair, he has bright flames coming from his head

He has ten flaming rods swirling around him at all times (one for each heart, so when he takes damage, he has to regenerate them), when he gets cold or wet, they slow down significantly, on the other hand, when he heats up or gets ready to fight, they speed up

Also, if he uses weapons to fight, he always sets them on fire first

When he was in the Nether, all of his clothing and armor fit oddly because he stole it from piglins, so the only thing he really kept was a long dark gray clock that was fire resistant

Speaking of the Nether, with the exception of being in a fortress, he hates being in it and, when he finally got out, he stumbled into the grass and sprinted away while cheering (weird day for Phil)

The only thing he misses is the colors and lack of sun

Being in the Overworld now, it's far too bright out and there's a dreadful blue tint to everything

Because of that, he gets frequent headaches

Protects the Pube with his life because it was something Phil made and he says he owes Phil his life, he honestly comes off less like an authority figure to be respected and more like a high schooler taking hall monitor duty too seriously

Side note, he really enjoys eating normal human food even if he doesn't need to (it tastes good)

o!Jschlatt/Fragrance Man

He's a wandering salesman/con artist of sorts

He's a pretty secretive guy and some of the things he sells are definitely stolen, but that's neither here nor there

Only Wilbur and Phil know him, but even then, it's only loosely

Definitely a shady fella

o!Niki

She's an angler fish mermaid, which is why she prefers to stay in deep and dark cavernous waters

Her wavy shoulder length hair is usually tied back and her bangs part to show the little pastel pink light bulb that hangs down in an arch from her hair line

Her top is made up of various sea life flora that's strung together with left over fishing wire she's found, she also includes small shells and pearls into her outfit to make it look prettier

Her tail, starting from the tip to her waist, is a dark to pastel turquoise gradient with a row of dull spikes that begin down after her spine ends, they're also tipped off with pastel pink

She has incredibly sharp teeth, but you wouldn't know unless she smiles at you

She enjoys collecting pretty things like pearls, pretty colored rocks, and small little treasures that were tossed into oceans and hidden in chests

Because of that, she's taken up temporary residence in every ship wreak she's found, building onto them so that they're more comfortable to live in (they're basically her vacation homes)

She chooses to swim quite a way away to eat since she normally rips fish apart to eat them and it's far too messy to have around her home

Has made friends with the glow squids though

o!Philza

He really is the father figure, creating and slowly building up the little community for all of the different hybrids to stay at

He's very nervous around full humans though, since throughout history, humans and hybrids have never really had a great history together (that doesn't mean he's disrespectful or rude towards them, just cautious)

His wings are large and in the shape of a common crow's, but colored golden

Even though there are a few missing or uncomfortably bent feathers from past scraps he's gotten into as a teenager, he takes incredibly good care of them, preening them often

He enjoys flying the most at sunrise when there's a light yellow glow over everything, he especially loves perching on top of a mountain peak, watching the sun actually rise and mark the start of a new day

o!Ranboo

He's a prince, and a spoiled one at that, the third line line for the throne, having two older brothers ahead of him, so he spent the majority of his time slacking off and not taking anything seriously

He was originally casted away from his home in the End to go on some grand journey of self discovery to lean what respect and hard work is like, and only then could he return, but honestly he thinks it's all bs

He can be incredibly cocky when it comes to his abilities and, only to the other kids, insists his are the best (he gets a bit intimidated saying it to an adult just in case they cast him away like his parents did)

Gets really bored and frustrated whenever it rains, so when it does, he just paces around the house, opening doors and windows every few minutes to check if it stopped, and, will occasionally try to step out (he's just so bored, what? Do you actually expect him to wait??)

One of his favorite things are magic items of any sort

He hoards anything from potions, potion ingredients, enchanted items, and enchanting books (he got a ghast tear from Jack before and he keeps it with the rest of his nice things)

He doesn't actually use them for anything, he just keeps them so he can look at them

Has that "I'm invincible" mentality that's gotten him in so much trouble in the past

While he laughs about it at first, he gets incredibly anxious whenever someone wears a pumpkin around him, the idea that he can't see them but knowing that they're around him stresses him out to no end

Has a slight fear of authority figures too

o!Smajor

He was born from the endless void, century old stars crowing his head and the entire universe shining back in his eyes

His face is freckled with purples, blues, and pinks and his ink black hair and silk clothing flutter as if there's a constant soft wind surrounding him

And now he's stuck on the ground with a bunch of dickheads

No, but seriously he is like a millennia old

It's said that when he came to the earth, there was a beautiful cosmic array of asteroids, all shooting through the night sky as if the universe was crying for it's lost child

That confuses everyone considering he always refers to the stars as his brothers and sisters, so no one knows if that's actually the case or not

He does gets incredibly sad whenever he misses out on star watching for more than a couple nights in a row

Tends to get sick when eating natural foods, but he feels bad about not eating it if someone offers it to him so he does anyway

He doesn't really get a lot of the human stuff in general but he's excited to learn

o!Sneegsnag

This tiny man is incredibly resourceful

Since he's so tiny, he makes everything specialized for himself out of materials that are far too large, and housing out of large tree hallows (side note, if someone's a prick to him, he'll steal some of their shit and hide it in a high up hallow and watch them struggle to find it before he puts it back where he found it a few days later)

Likes hitching rides on the shoulders or in the bags of the people that he's close friends with

He's a 'roll with the punches' kind of guy, so when someone makes small jokes about him, he thinks that they're funny and will, more often than not, play along

On a side note, he does have little tunnels and "vacation homes" under everyone's houses, his favorites to be in are Wilbur's and Fundy's

o!Technoblade

He came from far away lands where regular humans ruled and the hybrids were treated as less then

Because he was also treated that way, being by himself on the streets at a very young age, he was taught very quickly not to show a negative bias based off of any kind of status

He really is just indifferent to the hybrids, though he thinks the ones with flying abilities are really cool and kind of wishes he had those abilities as well

Met everyone after a trip in the Nether where he met Tommy where he was subsequently introduced to the others

Before that, though, he was a sword (or axe, or crossbow) for hire and was pretty damn good at his job

enjoys mining on his days off

Bunnyblade (he chose the bunny so I wanna make hcs for those too)

o!Tommy

He was that one kid in elementary school who would always challenge people to race him and he never grew out of it

His wings come in a set of two, connected to each other at the base, they're small white ones that branch from the spots just bellow his shoulder blades

Even though he can't actually use them to fly, he's still incredibly proud of them, so he keeps them in good shape and preens them often to make them look as nice as possible

While he looks up to Phil as a father figure of sorts, he's a bit jealous that he can actually fly (even though he never told him, Phil could very easily guess that that was the case)

On the lowest of keys, he enjoys eating seeds, so on slow days, he'll just sit in the grass and pick them from the dirt, eating them casually (Wilbur and Phil don't like this, but Tubbo has absolutely joined him, seeing nothing wrong with it) i see them as his comfort snack

Other than that, his favorite food is apples

o!Tubbo

His shulker form was essentially his cocoon phase

He had to eat more so he could hunker down in the box-like exoskeleton for about a week before he emerged covered on orange-yellow tinted goo to become a proper bee hybrid

He can really only eat flowers and drink nectar, if he tries to consume anything else, he gets nauseous and throws up since his body can't digest it properly (he'll try eating baked goods here and there anyway since he likes how they taste)

Because he can eat flowers perfectly fine, he keeps so many different types of them pretty much everywhere and prepared in different ways (plain dandelions, rose leaf tea, dried tulips, and the like)

He has a huge garden outside as well as a greenhouse for the harsher seasons (his house is full of potted plants and hanging baskets too)

Overall, Tubbo is an incredibly hard worker and hates asking others for help

o!Wilbur

The skin of his joints (fingers, toes, knees, elbows, etc) is the same blue-purple color of phantom skin, which gradients into the gray of the rest of his body, and his eyes are a soft pastel green that glow at night

Because of his fascination antiquarian 'business' he's stolen a lot of small things throughout his life to the point to were at least half of his possessions were stolen

Wears a big black sunhat that he swiped from Phil sometimes during the day so he doesn't have to worry about phasing and no, i do not take constructive criticism on this matter

When he's bored, he'll use his phasing abilities to pop out and scare people

Eats steak in front of Tommy to spite him

Group Hcs (i thrive off of found family if the length of this isn't enough to figure that out lol)

Tommy and Tubbo met when they were much younger, Tommy was a young troublemaker who stole food since he didn't quite understand farming and Tubbo was still a slow, bulky boy in his shulk phase and taught him how to farm so he didn't have to steal anymore (that's when Phil found them both and became a father figure to the two)

When they first met, Tommy glared daggers into Fundy, he hates how wild foxes hunt and eat chickens, so he held a small grudge against him

Ranboo and Tubbo also didn't get along when they first met since Tubbo has always been a hard worker and Ranboo's 'whiny prince' thing always got on his nerves

After a while, though, Tommy became a bit less hostile towards Fundy and Tubbo saw that Ranboo could genuinely be a great person to be around, so they developed friendships

Because he's weaker at night, whenever Tubbo has to go out when it's dark, someone (usually Wilbur or Ranboo) insist to go with him

Whenever it's raining and Ranboo or Jack are stuck outside, Wilbur either stays with them and waits for the rain to subside or phases away really quickly to get a makeshift umbrella for them

Whenever Jack and/or Ranboo are outside near Phil when it starts to rain, he tries his best to protect them from it using his wings (he has been accidentally burnt by Jack's blaze rods before, but he never told him because he didn't want to worry them)

On the topic of Jack and Phil, they met when Phil was about to enter the Nether for the first time, Jack was so incredibly thankful that he was now in the Overworld that he now will do just about anything Phil asks him to in return

Nikki always searches for conduits so she can allow her friends to comfortably visit her under the water's surface

Because Ranboo and Jack can't touch water, she and Phil have been looking into possible alternatives so they can visit as well

Whenever Charlie gets tiny, he and Sneeg hang out, doing things like try to ride a chicken like a horse, hang off of thin tree branches, and sit on windowsills and just talk (they call themselves "Tiny Gang")

Since Ranboo, Niki, and Fundy all love hoarding pretty things, sometimes they'll sit down together (Niki leaning against the wall of a pond, propped up on her elbows, Fundy laying in the grass, and Ranboo sitting on a thick blanket he sat on stone), and exchange things from their hoards like playing cards

Honestly I just love the idea of Ranboo starting off with potion and enchantment stuff, Fundy starting with skulls and gem stones, and Niki starting off with pearls and hearts of the sea, until they start trading and they all have a mixture of everything

Ranboo once found a geode while mining and, unprompted, brought back amethyst blocks, crystals, and shards to share with the other two

Wilbur has the habit of swiping some things from the three and keeping then in his home

Because Tommy gets sad about his mainly unusable wings, Phil will sometimes pick him up and fly through the air with him, letting him feel the cold rush of wind across his face (when he's done, Tommy has him drop him from as high as he can so he can flutter back down to saver feeling before he lands harmlessly back to the grass)

Since Smajor gets sad when he doesn't get to see the stars for multiple days in a row, everyone will turn out their lights each night so they can be seen better

Charlie always wore clothing from normal fabrics that he ended up basically soaking through with slime every say, so Phil helped him com up with a different type of fabric that that wouldn't happen with (truthfully it was because he's track slime everywhere)

While Techno's not actually a hybrid, Tommy thought that he was part piglin and he never had the heart to correct him so now half of the people there thinks he is (it's because they met in the Nether and Technoblade was wearing a piglin skull mask)

Niki doesn't really understand land customs all that well but she tries her best, so she gave Tubbo a 'friendship bouquet' and he proceeded to eat it like an edible arrangement so now she thinks that's what everyone does with flowers

While Tubbo was molting and in his cocoon state, everyone was assigned a different day to check up on him and make sure he was safe (because Niki couldn't see him, the person would report back to her and tell her that he was alright)

Phil would absolutely defend everyone with his life and views them all as a part of his flock

Even though they all have their differences, they all love and cherish each other, becoming a family

#origins smp #origins smp headcanons #origins smp hcs #o!charlie #o!fundy #o!jack #o!jschlatt #o!niki #o!phil #o!ranboo #o!smajor #o!sneegsnag #o!technoblade #o!tommy #o!tubbo #o!wilbur #this was so much sorry #i just have a lot to say

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closhelby · 3 years

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Black Hand.

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: usual Peaky shit

Prompt: none bar the scene itself.

Word Count: 1,796.

Author note: wrote this three fucking times I’m at my wits end! Unsure to make this into a few parts.

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Y/N woke again, at the crack of dawn, rolling over checking her watch, 5.36AM. This was the usual for her, since leaving Birmingham she could barely sleep past 6am, since the breakdown of her marriage.

It was Christmas morning, the first she was spending with only one of her two children. Charlie, y/n’s eldest son was spending his Christmas with his father this year, since splitting y/n and Tommy regularly had sex behind her boyfriends back, and then she fell pregnant, with her now two year old Harry. However, Tommy wasn’t aware of this child being his, and as far as everyone else was aware it was Roberts child.

Y/n rolled out of bed, and began to wash and get ready for the day ahead. She sat at her dressing table, thinking, as she did regularly, how it would’ve been if they didn’t spit. There was still very clearly tension there, sexual especially. Due to this, y/n cut all interaction with Tommy, whenever they needed to talk over Charlie, she would get nanny’s and maids to travel with him.

Just finishing her makeup, finishing her all off with a spritz of perfume and putting on her watch, which now shown it as 6.56am. Y/n went downstairs, starting to make herself a cup of tea when she was startled with the letterbox chattering as the postman put today’s Mail. She moved over to the door, bending over to pick up the letters, opening the first one to reveal a white card with a black hand on the front.

“Fuck!” Y/n’s heart started beating at a rapid rate, she knew that this meant kill or be killed. She needed to get her and Harry out of there ASAP. They weren’t far behind and they already knew where she lived. She ran back upstairs, grabbing overnight bags and stuffing them with her most valuable items and clothes she could possibly wear before doing the same for Harry. All while trying to be as quiet as she could because she didn’t want to wake Rob.

Y/n ran from the house to the car sat on the front drive, she didn’t even bother to ask a driver. She was going alone. Leaving alone. Without an explanation. Despite the severity of the situation, this was brewing for a long time. The current relationship was a cover up. Y/n accepted the fact that the only man she will ever love will remain Thomas Shelby, and she knew it would be the same for him. And I think that’s why they both didn’t file for a divorce.

Quickly packing the car with things she may need for herself and Harry, she ran back upstairs to collect the sleeping boy from his bed and placed him into the front seat of the car. He continued to sleep throughout the car ride, back to Small Heath. Y/n knew Tommy like the back of her hand, she knew that everyone that is associated with the Shelby name would have been dealt a black hand, and knew the only place they could possibly be safe would be in the polluted streets of Birmingham.

Turning the car onto Watery Lane, as all those childhood memory’s flooded back. From when she ran about with John as a kid, to when her and Ada would get into trouble together in her early teens, all the way to building a large profitable business with her husband, all came flooding to her. A rush of emotion, clearly visible on her face as the car came to a halt outside the once betting den. Y/n rarely had any emotion showing, only Tommy would see that in the many nights they spent alone, but that was the same for both of them. They acted tough to everyone else but vulnerable for each other. The bond they had, partners in crime, was admired, despite them both being gangsters.

Tommy was very clearly heartbroken from the downfall in their relationship, he also believed that y/n was the only woman for him in the long run. But the only way he felt that he could get over that was her under someone else. He turned to Lizzie on the regular, and as y/n still kept in contact with Ada, she knew about this. Y/n was very alike Tommy in this sense, if she needed to find something out, it would always come her way, weather she needed to look for it or not. Ultimately they shared a child together, technically two, but there was still so much love there between the both of them.

“Fucking hell,” y/n muttered before kicking in the door that stood before her. Her two year old son clutching to her chest, still fast asleep as she walked towards the family she still loved dearly. Pol loved her, loved her like her own, but they both had a similar trait, they never backed down. And sometimes like Tommy, they would argue for days on end.

Y/n stood before the table, where all but Tommy sat before her. She quickly scanned the room, noticing a blonde woman, she knew was Linda, but hadn’t met was looking at her with a very foul face on her. Ada on the other hand was smiling, excited to see her best friend after years of being away. Tommy standing to her left, eyes wide wondering why his wife was stood before him, in small Heath, with a young child in her hand.

Pol broke the silence first, “What the fuck are you doing here? Tommy tell ya?”

“No however, since you know, I find out absolutely anything I need to,” y/n spoke directing a foul look to Lizzie who was stood over in the corner, “I have also been dealt a black hand.”

There was a mutter of fuck sakes throughout the room, as they realised this was a bit more real than before. Tommy then started to talk about the issue at hand.

“Why are you starting when Johns not here?”

The room fell cold, distant and all eyes were trying to avoid hers. But Tommy wasn’t, he didn’t avoid her gaze as y/n turned to look at him. He very rarely lied to her, he simply couldn’t get away with it if anything, y/n found out everything.

“Fucking ‘ell Tommy, tell me!”

“John was killed this morning, on his front door step infront of his wife.”

Tears started to form in the once emotionless woman, the room felt as though it was caving in on them. Her legs felt heavy, like she could collapse to the ground at any moment, but her head felt light. She quickly muttered to Tommy, handing the baby over, stumbling back to process what she had just been told. John was before all this, they were best friends since they were about 4. They went all throughout school together, and because y/n dad had passed before he could walk her down the isle, John did.

“Those fuckin’ bastards! Christmas Day! Im going to fucking kill them myself,” y/n screamed in frustration.

“She won’t cope well with this,” Ada spoke quietly enough that the table could hear but y/n couldn’t. Ada approached her, giving her a soft cuddle of comfort. Y/n didn’t cry, she didn’t cry infront of anyone. But she was very close today.

She composed herself, breathing out before standing up, “why did I have to marry into this shit?”

“Why haven’t you divorced him?”

Ada knew the answer, she always had.

They both moved back over to the table, Ada returning to her seat while y/n stood by Tommy’s side. He still stood there holding his own child, without the knowledge of it. He continued to speak about the issues they were currently facing with Luca Changretta, but y/n wasn’t even listening to what he was saying, simply zoning out to how weird her life was. She’s looking at the love of her life while they’re no longer together, holding their second son that he has no clue about.

“Y/n?”

Her head quickly shot up following the direction of the voice. Arthur.

“Hm?”

“Peace or truce?” Tommy spoke.

“Peace”

“Very well. Six peace, two truce.” He quickly handed Harry back over to y/n before heading back upstairs. The group got up and left to do their own thing, while Ada sat at the table waiting for the catch up that was well needed between them both.

“Two seconds, I’m just gonna put Harry up to bed.” Ada nodded in response as y/n made her way upstairs to put Harry to bed. She opened the door to find Charlie sleeping in the small bed, leaning over to put Harry at the back of him, giving both of them a peck on the cheek before turning to see Tommy in the door way.

“Your new boyfriend is the dad? But your not married to him?”

“No I’m not married to him.”

“So you had a child out of wedlock?”

She sighed. She wasn’t going to lie to him anymore, there was enough damage and if she knew she would have to spend the next few months living with him, she needed to get it out there as soon as possible.

“No, I’m married.”

“yes, to me.”

Y/n walked over to him, pulling him into the room and closing the door behind him, aware of the fact this house was full. He took a seat on the small chair in the corner, while y/n stood slightly back from him.

“Remember that last fuck we had. Before I refused to see you.”

He nodded.

“I refused to see you because I was pregnant, and I knew it was yours.”

“Fuck sake y/n.” Tommy spoke, running his hands through his hair.

The room then went silent. The two of them not knowing what to say next, for the first time in years they were speechless.

Y/n decided to break it, “He knows. Rob knows he’s not his, he can see it, but it’s never been mentioned. Harry also knows who you are, I’ve shown him pictures of you that I have.”

Tommy stood up abruptly, making his way over to her. His hands wrapped round her waist as he pulled her closer to him. Y/n was looking, and clearly getting lost in his blue eyes. Tommy leaned in to her, their lips meeting softly,y/n began to kiss back. The feeling this was what they both had longed for. Both of them having sex with others that meant absolutely nothing to them. The bedroom door swings open to reveal Finn stood there, his mouth hung wide.

“A - Ada’s wondering where you are?”

Y/n smiled before pulling out the embrace, muttered a thanks then proceeded to go downstairs. She turns round as she’s on the third stair down, “don’t say a thing Finn,”

#cillian murphy #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby fluff #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fanfic #peakyxtommy #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders

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viking-raider · 3 years

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Cover Me in Sunshine - One Shot

Summary: You meet Henry's little brother and his family, making a connection with someone unexpected.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 1,586

Rating: G - Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Cotton Candy Goodness, Song Fic

Inspiration: P!nk's song with her daughter Willow, Cover Me In Sunshine.

Author's Note: I heard this song last night and muse came up with this. Cred to @firefly-graphics for the divider!

“Charlie, Heather, this is my girlfriend.” Henry grinned as he introduced you to his little brother and his wife.

“It's a pleasure to meet you.” Charlie grinned, throwing out an arm and giving you a hug.

“Sames.” You smiled back and returned his hug. “Hey.” You nodded, as Charlie and Heather introduced you to their kids.

The kids nodded and mumbled their hellos to you, then vanished to various corners of the house, while you, Henry, Charlie and Heather went into the kitchen. Heather pulled out wine glasses and Charlie grabbed a bottle of chilled Stella Rosa wine from the fridge.

“Is mum and pops coming over?” Henry asked, standing at the island, sipping his glass and resting his hand on your lower back.

“Yeah, mum said they'd be here in twenty.” Charlie nodded, taking a deep gulp of his own glass.

“Cool.” Henry nodded back, turning his head, his nose brushing the hair above your ear.

The doorbell rang several minutes later and Henry's parents joined the party of adults. You excused yourself at some point to go to the bathroom and were coming back out, when the sound of a guitar caught your attention. Biting your lip, you looked back towards the laughter and voices of Henry and the others, but decided to follow the sound of the instrument instead, finding Charlie and Heather's oldest daughter, Maddie, in the den, sitting cross legged on the carpet, strumming a guitar.

“Wow, you're pretty good.” You commented, when she paused for a moment “Oh, sorry.” You chuckled, when you startled her. “Where'd you learn to play?” You asked, stepping further into the room and sitting down beside her.

“My dad taught me.” She replied, chewing on her lip as she regarded you shyly.

“My dad taught me how to play too.” You smiled at her, sweetly.

“You know how to play too?” She asked, surprised.

“I do.” You nodded.

Maddie put her guitar down and rushed out of the room, coming back a moment later with another guitar. “You want to play with me?” She asked, excitedly holding the guitar out to you.

You smiled a little bit wider at her. “Sure.” You nodded and took the instrument from her, situating it in your lap. “Do you have any songs you like?” You asked her.

“I do have a song that I wrote?” Maddie admitted, shyly brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Oh yeah?” You grinned, lifting a brow at her. “You want to teach it to me?” You asked, turning to face her.

“You actually want me to teach it to you?” Maddie asked, caught off guard by your request.

“A Hundred percent.” You nodded, positioning your fingers on the guitar strings and patiently waited for her to start giving you instructions.

Maddie's shock instantly melted away into a bright excitement and she started showing you what strings to pluck and play and in no time, the pair of you were playing the song together and falling more and more in sync the more you played it.

“Can I show you something?” Maddie asked after one last play through of the song.

“Of course.” You nodded at her, resting your arms on your guitar.

Maddie set her guitar down and raced out of the room at full speed, you could hear her feet pounding up the stairs to the second floor and Heather yell out from the kitchen for her to slow down, but she didn't, and she came thundering back into the room with you, plopping down on carpet beside you, spreading out a crumpled piece of paper with several lines written in blue ball-point pen, with the title 'Cover Me in Sunshine' scribbled at the top in black sharpie.

“You wrote a song.” You identified it instantly.

“Yeah.” She nodded, vigorously. “I've never shown it to anyone else before though.”

“Have you ever sang it before?” You asked, reading through the lyrics.

“No.” She replied, becoming shy again. “I-..” She bit her lip and sighed. “I don't think I can sing that well.”

“Hm.” You pressed your lips together. “What can I do to help?” You asked, tilting your head at her.

“I know you're a really good singer.” She said, making you blush.

Maddie wasn't wrong, you had made your living as a recording artist, a successful and famous one at that, so it didn't surprise you that Maddie knew that you could sing.

“Could you sing it?” She asked.

“How about this.” You said, licking your lips. “Do you have a pencil?” You asked her.

“Yeah.” She nodded, getting up and crossing the room to grab it and came back, handing it to you.

“I'll sing these parts.” You drew a bracket around a set of lyrics. “We'll duet these together.” You underlined the lyrics you and Maddie would sing together. “And you can sing this last part.” You circled the last set of lyrics for her to sing on her own.

“How's that sound?” You asked, giving her an encouraging look and smile.

“Okay.” Maddie nodded, still shy and apprehensive, but willing to try, since you were.

“Good.” You nodded and the two of you picked up your guitars and started working on it.

“Hey, where did y/n go?” Heather asked, just realizing you hadn't come back from the bathroom.

Everyone stopped, frowning at each other, just then realizing the same. It had almost been an hour since you had excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Henry set his glass down and stepped out of the kitchen and went out to the hallway bathroom, the others following behind him, to make sure you were all right, when they all heard the sound of guitar music and singing coming from the den. They all looked at each other, confused, and followed it, stopping in the doorway of the den, finding you and Maddie sitting on the floor together, grinning and giggling, just having a blast together as you jammed out and played the song together, over and over.

You: I've been dreaming, friendly faces I've got so much time to kill Just imagine people laughing I know some day we will And even if it's far away Get me through another day.

You and Maddie: Cover me in sunshine Shower me with good times Tell me that the world's been spinning since the beginning And everything'll be alright Cover me in sunshine!

Maddie: Cover me in sunshine Shower me with good times Tell me that the world's been spinning since the beginning And everything'll be alright Cover me in sunshine!

You and Maddie were startled after finishing the song by their sudden and involuntary clapping, they were just so caught up in the moment and how amazingly beautiful the song was and how well the two of you played together, they were clapping before they knew it. Both of you blushed and became shy as the group funneled into the room with the two of you.

“That was amazing!” Everyone of them said, crowding around.

“Have you been sitting in here with her the whole time, just playing guitar and singing?” Henry asked, squatting down beside you, while the others clamored over Maddie, a huge smile on his face as his eyes sparkled with love.

“Yeah.” You chuckled, smiling. “I was coming back from the bathroom to join you guys again, when I heard her playing and came to check it out. One thing led to another and she taught me a song she composed, then a song she wrote and, well, you heard that by-product.” You said, motioning between you and Maddie.

“You wrote all that, Maddie?” Charlie asked, surprised by his daughter.

“Yeah.” She nodded, rubbing her arm.

“That's amazing.”

“It is.” You nodded, smiling at her. “She's got a lot of talent.” You complimented her.

You were impressed by Maddie, she had a natural talent.

“You think so?” Maddie asked, coming to life again.

“Completely.” You assured her, honestly.

Henry couldn't keep his eyes off of you, even after you joined him on the couch in the living room with the other adults, grinning like the love crazed man he was. The pair of you had been dating for several months and this was the first actual meeting you had with his family, he was positive you would hit off with his brother, sister-in-law and parents, but the connection you made with his niece had come out of nowhere and he was pleasantly surprised by it. The sound of you playing and singing with Maddie kept replaying over and over in Henry's head and it only elated him more.

“Are you okay?” You asked as you got into the car with him.

“Yeah, I'm great. Why?”

“Because, I'm worried your face is going to get stuck like that.” You chuckled, grinning at him.

“It just might, and I'm all right with that.” Henry replied, resting back in the driver's seat. “I've never had a girlfriend make such a connection with my family before.” He confessed to you, reaching out to rest his hand on your knee, gently squeezing it.

“Guess, I covered you in sunshine then.”

“More than you know.” He smiled, leaning over to kiss you.

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dennishater69 · 3 years

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yk i think maybe rcg just doesnt get the comedic potential of denniss coming out. because

1) either someone within the gang would need to convince him to come out OR (arguably funnier) he just decides he’s done with women and that it’s actually manlier to cut the female form out of his sex life completely and he announces to the gang that they’re gonna help him with HIS coming out scheme like they helped mac with HIS (even tho that wasn’t really a scheme? i digress)

2) the scheme itself would be so outrageous and so convoluted and practically a dennis day pt 2 considering how everyone feels obligated to do what he says cause tbh he says he’s okay with this but he looks like he’s on the edge of a north dakota level break anytime something goes a little differently than planned

3) i dont think they’d even need to do anything w charmacden i think there’s enough content in dennis’ weird personal rules for coming out that charmacden wouldn’t be necessary for a good funny episode

+ 4) however…if they were inclined… i think it’d be really entertaining if at the very end of the ep , like last 2 minutes, they’re all drinking at the bar after the scheme inevitably goes wrong. den is super fragile because not only did his plans fail but somehow he is still out to all of philly. so someone says smthn like “well at least you don’t have to worry about people finding out. everyone already knows now.” and then sweet, scheming, leo sun dee says: “yeah they know NOW. as if they couldn’t tell from the way you three interact with each other all the time.” the gang is silent. dennis stares at her. she keeps going: “honestly dennis I’m kinda shocked you managed to drag BOTH of your gross highschool boyfriends this far into your pathetic life without, like, putting out or something. they must really love you.” and dennis has never looked worse then when on either side of him charlie and mac slowly make eye contact before suddenly turning away and paying very close attention to their beers. and frank says: “awwuughhh! i expected this from mac but chawlie!! not you too!” and then mac and charlie both start yelling: “aw man it was only in highschool mostly!! mostly?? charlie what did you do to dennis PAST highschool that i don’t know about??? why didn’t you tell me?? what did you do?? what did I do?? what did YOU DO DUDE??? YOU LIVE WITH HIM!” and dennis just fucking crumbles and starts slamming his head against the bar. and dee takes a drink of her beer; satisfied by the ending of a scheme for the first time in…ever?

#i have a lot of free time in the mornings #rcg #dear rcg #u don’t even have to pay me for my ideas just use them #use them. 🔫#charden #macdennis #charmacden #iasip #dennis reynolds #gay dennis reynolds #fag dennis reynolds

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the-enamorando-deity · 3 years

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Oneshot where Sara Lance and Ava Sharpe take care of a badly wounded and unconcious Reader? Fluff and Angst please 🙏 ❄

i need this to happen like rn

sara lance x ava sharpe x reader

no warnings i don’t think???

Sunken Like Steel

This was entirely Nate’s fault. Or at least, that was what you were going to tell everyone, if and when you woke from whatever had taken away your consciousness. In reality, it had absolutely nothing to do with Nate whatsoever. If anything, he was the first one in the water, turning to steel to sink faster to reach you before you vanished to the depths.

He got you out with help from Mick, your waterlogged clothes doubling your weight. It wasn’t an accident you ended up in the water, though, nor was it an accident that you’d been wearing so many layers. The Legends, yourself included, had been facing a portal maker the last week or so, and every time he threw you across time and space, you ended up in the most freezing cold places, usually the tip of an iceberg or the desert at night.

This time you were prepared for him, but something had changed in his methodology. He’d set off a bomb in the centre of your group, portal-ing himself somewhere safe, leaving you all to feel the blast. What he hadn’t counted on was you diving for him from behind, getting caught in the middle of the blast, but still managing to fall into the tail end of the portal.

There lay the problem, as he appeared on the dock of a nameless river, with you falling from the sky not far behind him. He went to fire at you, but noticed you were unconscious as you plummeted towards the water. You hit it with a sickening splash, sinking slowly to the bottom as he watched on. Rather than wait any longer for your irritating team to show up, he ran, leaving you to drown.

Sara and Ava had split up the team to search as many locations as possible, Zari making Gideon check for any residual portal energy from the past few minutes. There were only three options, and they immediately moved.

Ray, John and Ava wound up at a bar in Taipei, while Zari and Charlie found themselves in a lion den halfway across the world. Mick, Nate and Sara had appeared at the dock just as you hit the water, and the man you had all been hunting was gone.

You didn’t wake up when you were pulled from the water, but Sara managed to get the water from your lungs using her lifeguard training from summer camp. You don’t know how they got you back to the ship, but Mick later let you know that Sara didn’t let go of your hand the whole time.

Ava refused to leave your side from the moment she sat down, not even wanting to move her eyes away from you. She and Sara both blamed themselves for everything, not even letting themselves sleep as they watched you lay there, unmoving. Gideon couldn’t determine if you would wake up at all, which only made them want to leave you less.

The others all came to check on you, but found only silence from Sara, and the most basic of reports from Ava. They were too worried to eat, until Nate insisted that it wasn’t what you would want. They needed sleep too, as it had been days, and they were also starting to stink up the room.

He agreed to watch you, but Sara wouldn’t let go of your hand. ‘I swear, Nate, that dude better be dead by the time we get to him, or he’s going to wish he was.’

‘I know, Sara. Come on, I’ll let you know if anything happens,’ he assured them.

Ava and Sara left together, exhausted beyond words. They felt guilty for leaving you there, knowing that although you loved the team, your connection with them wasn’t as strong and you might panic. They didn’t know how hard you’d hit your head, if you’d remember anything, but they couldn’t do much else.

Surviving on caffeine had only exhausted what was left, the sugar highs and lows taking a toll that you would never wish on anyone. Ava’s head leaned on Sara’s as they walked, holding each other up as always, something you hoped would never change. You had heard them arguing before all of this, their opposing views on taking down your current fugitive sparking a fire that wasn’t going to be easy to coax down.

And yet, it seemed that all it took for them to stop was for you to choose a third, unexplored option, ready to risk your life to prove a point. Tensions had been high recently, some close calls making everyone doubt themselves. Sara tried to argue in Ava’s favour, while Ava almost completely shut her out, insisting that all their approaches were wrong, and that they needed more time.

Sara’s impatience led to them having a blow up in front of the team, only to have you confront them later on and tell them how ridiculous they were being. They almost didn’t listen, until you proposed an experiment, but refused to tell Ava the parameters no matter how many times she requested.

‘Okay, so,’ you started, in the middle of the room before them, ‘Ava’s usual approach is assess the situation, listen to your team for information, observe the area for emergency exits and possible ambush locations, hydrate to prepare for participation, and attack for summation.’

You had tried so hard not to laugh at the eye rolls you got from the pair, but it had stopped them from being against each other for a moment.

‘Sara is usually run in headfirst, die, get brought back to life, do it again,’ you grinned, watching her stick up her middle finger. ‘But, she has since adapted since leading the team. Instead, she now uses herself as bait, leading out all attacking parties, so we can surround them, or get surrounded on purpose, because we work outwards and strong.’

She looked a little chuffed with that, nudging Ava with her elbow all proud, before growing suspicious. ‘Wait, what’s the point of this?’

‘There’s a third option,’ you smiled, holding up your arms. ‘Gideon, show them the Y/N Approach Simulation.’

Ava and Sara left the room in agreement that you should never be in charge of anything ever, and that maybe each other’s approaches weren’t so bad apart, but together, they could adapt and make every situation winnable.

If only they hadn’t doubted themselves this time, the situation something neither had thought about before, and were so unprepared for, they panicked. But then they knew, thanks to you, that there was always a third option, even if it was terrible and stupid.

You didn’t awake until after they’d returned, hair messy and still damp from their shower, Ava falling asleep on Sara’s lap as she laid there. Sara’s fingers ran through your hair as she sat beside you, your cheeks twitching as your eyes began to open.

‘Hi, sleepy head,’ she cooed, a tired smile on her face. ‘Babe, Y/N’s awake.’

Ava bolted upright, flustered as she turned to you. She threw her arms around your neck and kissed your forehead softly, then grabbed your chin as her expression turned serious.

‘Do that again, you better hope you wake up a million times faster, because this was super not cool,’ she ordered, before smiling and sitting on the bed beside you.

You both turned to look at Sara, who had gone rather silent since you had awoken, only to find her gently snoring away, asleep between you and Ava, hand still curled in your hair. Ava held your hand and looked between the pair of you, grateful her girls were still safe, and now under her watchful eye.

‘Ava?’

‘Mm?’

‘This was all Nate’s fault.’

‘Of course it was, sweetheart,’ Ava nodded sarcastically, giving you that look she gave Sara when she tried to lie. You needed to work on your bullshit, it seemed, but Ava was just glad the humour you had used to endear yourself to them was still very much intact.

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There’s A Time For Daring - 1

charlie dalton x fem!reader [post events of the movie]

word count: 1.7k

warning: allusions to sex / slight sexual harrassment? drinking, mentions of neil’s suicide, horrible parents

Charlie couldn’t help but emit a low growl as his vomit-inducing, picture-perfect, high-society mother and father, whom he despised, prodded him towards the expansive front entrance of Nealson Preparatory School located in southern Vermont. His fuschia-lipped, cakey-faced mother, Cynthia Dalton, was a well-dressed, dignified housewife by day and charming socialite by night; she was particularly harsh as she trampled his pen-stained oxfords with her spearish kitten heels. His eyes shot daggers at the snow-strewn path below, a familiar fire burning in his core.

There were many things Charlie was tempted to furiously spit out at his parents, but instead, he managed to keep his jaw clamped shut, his pearly whites digging into the light pink of his lips hard enough to draw blood. No matter what he shouted, cried, pleaded, they wouldn’t budge. They never would. And it was infuriating.

“Charles! Being expelled from such a prestigious school is no laughing matter, young man. That school cost us quite the pretty penny! How dare you defy the rules to the extent of expulsion. It’s disgraceful, and I will tolerate it no longer!” Charlie’s mother shrieked, furious tears smudging the thick mascara that coated her eyelashes.

“You’ll be shipped off to Nealson Preparatory School in February, and if I hear so much as a single mention of your name not followed with overwhelming compliments, you can expect nasty, nasty consequences! Go pack your things, you’ll be staying with Aunt Barbara until the first of February finally arrives!” The rims of Charlie’s brown eyes stung with anger, frustration, and furthest down, sadness. He was diminished to nothing but an image-ruiner to his mother. The person who was supposed to love him, protect him, save him from the horrors of this hell called Earth.

Mr. Dalton silently observed the boisterous outburst from his expensive leather armchair across the den, a glass of strong, half-drunk whiskey in his palm. Charlie couldn’t bear to see their despicable faces any longer, and as his body felt no longer under his control, stomped up the stairs in a huff, rapidly swiping away the glassy tears spilling from his eyes. Thoughts of running away, escaping it all, flooded his unstable mind. ‘I get why you did it, Neil. I really do. But did you have to go so soon?’

But instead of lingering on the image of Neil any longer, he hastily threw his bare necessities into his suitcase, which was still covered in an array of Welton Academy stickers.

The grounds of Nealson were unsurprisingly well-maintained; it reminded him a lot of Welton. The impeccably manicured lawns, gleaming, icy blue lake, the gothic stone arches and pillars. It was eerily similar to Hellton, even down to the ice-cold blanket of snow coating the distant rolling hills. It’s beautiful, Charlie thought, surveying the slow sprinkling of snow, No, it’s hideous.

Before he could fully vomit at the vile grounds of his new school, his parents fiercely shoved him inside the Headmaster’s dingy office, politely taking the vacant mahogany seats beside him. Charlie couldn’t be bothered to listen to a word his parents said with pearly white smiles, which were no doubt tooth-rotting, sugar-coated lies about the real reason he was expelled over a month prior.

He knew that they couldn’t just be transparent and tell the Headmaster that he had socked the utterly vile Richard Cameron’s face in (rightfully so, in his opinion), or that he was a star member of the infamous Dead Poets Society, or that he had gone to the extreme lengths to stage a phone call from none other than God himself. It didn’t work like that.

His mother’s cheeky, artificial voice sounded precisely the same as it always had: carefully rehearsed and slathered with naivety. Seemingly without hesitation, the catty woman could deflect any less-than-pleasant questions or insinuations about her “golden role-model” son, who’s admittedly “a little misguided at times”.

The new headmaster seated across from him appeared to be around the same age as Mr. Nolan, which, as far as Charlie was concerned, was older than the Cretaceous period at least. His pale-as-a-ghost skin was wrinkled and paper-thin; his patchy, gelled side-swept hair was (very obviously) dyed a deep, midnight black, reminiscent of an off-brand Elvis.

Charlie’s ears continued to mute the awkward conversation happening amongst him, his focus instead shifting around to the various awards and certificates lining the ivory walls. They all seemed so phony; ‘Best Headmaster- 1947-1959’, ‘Nealson Academy: Exceeds Expectations’. The Headmaster had even framed his high school superlative: ‘Voted Most Likely to Succeed’. What a pathetic-

In a swift blur, his parents rose from their seats, his mother clutching her magenta purse with matching pursed lips. Charlie was handed a hefty, stapled packet packed full of school rules and guidelines with a denture-toothed smile from Headmaster ‘Campbell’. This’d make some decent kindling, he thought as he yanked the packet from his clammy clutches, leafing through its pages with a smirk, this garbage’s almost laughable.

A syncopated rhythm of raps on the door, followed by a gravelly, ‘come in', presented his new dorm escort. His chauffeur just so happened to be you, the accomplished and universally admired student body president in the same grade as the newcomer. You were dutifully donning Nealson’s horrendous uniform: a crisp, white button-up accented with a blue and silver tie was topped with a depressing grey sweater vest. An equally loathsome pleated skirt concealed your thighs, and your ankles were shielded from the chilly February air with black crew socks.

You extended your perfectly manicured, soft hand out to your brand-new peer with a yearbook-worthy smile, introducing, “Hi. Welcome to Nealson, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You swore you heard the brunette mutter something disrespectful under his breath, but nonetheless, he, rather unprofessionally, shook your hand with an eye roll. Things between the two of you were not starting off the way you hoped, but you were determined to make a good impression. The best impression possible.

“Charlie Dalton,” he replied with a mischievous smirk. The brunette standing in front of you reeked of cigarettes, and there was the slightest smell of cheap beer clinging to his clothes. His brown hair was messy, springing out in every direction, despite the water furiously combed through it. His eyes glinted with rebellion, a look so alluring yet dangerous.

“I’ll be showing you to your dorm, which you’ll sleep in for the remainder of the year.” Since Dalton was starting in February, he only had five months of studying before long-awaited senior year. Mr. Campbell waved the two of you off, and with that, you trekked towards the Boys’ wing, Dalton sauntering at your side.

The walk through the main corridor was silent and awkward. You had tried to enchant him with fun facts about Nealson and its (extensively selective) history, much to his obvious boredom and dismay. His umber eyes glazed the walls, uninterested in the decor. His mind seemed to be elsewhere, but for all you knew, it could be on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.

After a while of treading through the high-ceilinged corridors illuminated with fleeting pale rays of sunlight, the boy next to you made no attempt to hide him drawing designs up and down your body.

“I’ve never been to a school with both boys and girls,” he drawled with a smirk. “Do things ever get exciting around here?”

You shook your head no while indiscreetly tugging down the hem of your skirt uncomfortably, and he said, “Do you think you’d maybe wanna spend the night with me in my dorm? Make sure I’m all settled in?”

Your whole body, from head to toe, froze. The audacity of this… creep! Your tongue poked, nearly stabbed, the back of your teeth, wanting to unleash a select few words to the disgusting Dalton beside you. But alas, if he were to tell anyone of your fiery wrath, you’d be demoted from class president faster than you could explain what really happened. It’s a corrupt system, sure, but even with the power that comes with such a title, there was no way to mend it.

Eventually, while you were wrapped up in the furies of your mind, Dalton revealed a small, autographed golf ball from his trousers pocket and began throwing it up and down above his head casually with every step.

“Can you not?” you snapped at the chestnut-haired boy after he tossed the sphere up and down again in an arch. “Don’t wanna get in trouble on your first day, do you?”

“You think this’ll get me in trouble? Have a little fun, it won’t kill you. I promise.” Dalton turned his gaze towards you, an annoyed but smug grin painted on his lips. He slowly tossed the golf ball to your hands, intending for you to catch it. However, the small ball evaded your grasp, instead bouncing around the hardwood floors below you, creating a series of loud, reverberating thunks.

“You were supposed to catch it, you know,” Dalton teased, nonchalantly watching you chase after the rogue orb. After it was finally safe in your clutches, you stomped over to the no-good newbie, irritated.

“Nealson’s strict. They don’t let stuff like creating an awful lot of racket go unreprimanded.” You were seething; red-hot blood pumped through your veins. Dalton didn’t look anything but utterly amused.

“Wow, you’re just about one of the biggest suck-ups I’ve seen in a while.”

“A what?” you growled.

“A suck-up. A rule-following poster child of excellence? A bratty, know-it-all? Anything along those lines?” He sputtered insults so nonchalantly, it made your blood boil and eyes sting.

“You better watch it, Dalton. I don’t know who you think you are-”

“I’m the best thing that’s happened to this school, by the looks of it.”

You had nothing left to say to this conceited shuck of a boy who really thought that he was all that and a side of fries. Well he wasn’t! Not in the slightest! And if his first day of classes wouldn’t drill it into him, you would.

The rest of the walk was pin-drop silent and tense. No more fun facts about Nealson escaped your downturned lips, just the light patting of his beat-up oxfords and your pristine mary-janes on the polished wood floor. The hallways seemed more depressing than usual, their framed portraits and condensated windows didn’t fill you with the motivation that you came to expect.

After finally arriving at the boys’ dormitories, you grumbled, “well, this is it. Have a swell life, Dalton.”

“Right back at ya, Y/L/N. Let’s hope this isn’t the last time we meet.” He gave you a cheeky wink before slamming the door in your face.

#dead poets society #Dead Poets Society (1989)#dead poetry #dead poets society x reader #dead poets society quotes #DPS #dps fanfiction #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton x y/n #charlie dalton

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corysmiles · 3 years

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I ask for headcanons, of any au you wish. I offer a leaf and moss tunic, a two wind chimes, and a megaphone.

Thank you!! I’ll put the wind chimes in my house :] I appreciate the moss tunic it’s much nicer than my scraps, and a megaphone for yelling at giants is perfect >:]

Have some friendly giant Quackity and Slimecicle Headcannons because I can’t stop thinking about them

Quackity + Slimecicle FG

To make sure the giant doesn’t catch on to Quackity’s lies he goes back every week to tell the giant about his progress. He’ll make fake evidence and and tell him stories about how he’s found the ancient one’s tracks or fur. Slimecicle is just so happy to have someone help him for once that he doesn’t notice the inconsistencies in Quackity’s stories

Slimecicle is extremely touch starved since he can’t really hold anything without it burning, so once Quackity starts coming to his den he gets any chance he can to touch the human. However the only part of his body without slime is his chest/torso and his face. This leads to a lot of nose bumps and forced cuddles.

Quackity only finds out the giant’s name is Charlie a month or two into his visits. The giant had been writing his name in the dirt with his slime. Quackity asked about it and he was told that he was preparing for when the ancient one would make him human. He chose Charlie as his human name, and wanted to learn how to write to fit in

At first Quackity really just wants the giant to stay away, but once he realizes Charlie really has no intentions of hurting anyone he makes him do his work for the guard. Charlie will come with him while he sets up traps or monitors the forest nearby. And the jelly giant is extremely protective of the one person he thinks cares about him

Quackity does start to feel guilty when he realizes that the giant just wants to be human. He catches him crying about it at one point after he accidentally burned a fish he was trying to catch as his pet. He starts to actually want to help the giant, but as far as he’s aware the ancient ones aren’t actually real…

Charlie will do the thing where he punches trees almost every day. One time when Quackity visits he asks about it and is surprised to hear that the giant thinks it’ll make his slime go away. Charlie hopes that if he can “use it all up” on the trees, one day he’ll be able to hold things safely

Quackity is surprised when he actually starts to care about the jelly giant he was hiding. He knows that Charlie likes to explore the forest, but he stresses that he needs to stays way from people. The idea of him getting hurt starts to scare him.

Since Quackity doesn’t think finding an “ancient one” will solve Charlie’s problem he goes to Karl to do research. He finds a chemical that is resistant to the slime and tries to find a way for it to stop Charlie from making slime. He ends up with a small chip that releases the chemical whenever he presses a button from the outside. However, when he tries to insert it into the giant while he’s sleeping it just shocks him. It doesn’t end up working, but it can be used to shock him. This comes in handy when a certain longhorn giant tries to take over Charlie’s den >:)

#friendly giant au #dreamstown #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #t!quackity #t!karl #g!slimecicle #corywrites #headcannons #fluff #hurt/comfort #anon ask

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szchaql · 3 years

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Total Opposite (part 3)

PAUL LAHOTE X SWAN READER

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This few days, Bella tried to contact Jacob. But he never answer her call, never talk to her again. This lead Bella to finally confront him. She decided to bring (y/n) with her, she has the feeling that she need to bring her. She knock on her sister room and peeking her head. (Y/n) is sitting on her bed, reading one of the novel. "Hey, you busy?" (Y/n) look at Bella, shaking her head. "Not at all. What's wrong?"

Bella lean her body to the door frame, "i'm going to confront Jacob. Want to come?" (Y/n) nod and immediately head toward her closet to change clothes. "I'll wait downstair okay?"

As (y/n) change her clothes, her mind start to think about Paul. Will she meet him there? What should she do? But soon, she shake her head throw away the thought of Paul and quickly leave her room.

Charlie is at work, so it easier for the 2 girls to leave the house without worrying him too much. They drive to the Black household in silent, one being nervous, one pissed.

Bella quickly removing her seat belt and head toward the door, knocking it. (Y/n) hurriedly follow her sister and stand behind her. The door open and reveal Billy. "Bella? (Y/n)?"

"I want to see Jacob." Bella said. But Billy answer didn't satisfied her enough. "He's not here." Bella walk past Billy and head to Jacob room, seeing him sound asleep. (Y/n) just stand outside the house, not daring to walk inside like Bella did.

Then, the sound of someone or should we said bunch of men walking toward the house make both Bella and (y/n) look at 4 men who stand a little far from the house. Bella, being Bella, decided to confront them. (Y/n) that surprised to see her sister just walk out like that, fuming to them, decided to follow her. The 4 men is Sam, Paul, Embry, and Jared as she recall as she saw them on the beach few days ago.

"What did you do?!" Bella punch Sam angrily. "What did you do to him?!"

"What did he do?! What did we do huh? What did he tell you?!" Paul ask angrily at Bella.

"He didn't tell me anything because he scared of you." (Y/n) know, the moment Bella said that, it will the start of a fight. She knew her sister so well. She decided to stop Bella to make anymore comment.

"Bella.. come on.. stop." But Bella being Bella didn't listen, blind by her anger.

The boys laugh at her comment and result in Bella punching Paul right on his face. Suddenly Paul is shaking so bad as Sam tell them to stand back.

Bella stand back, grabing (y/n) arm, looking at shaking Paul, confused. (Y/n) look at Paul as there is something wrong with him. Why did he shaking like that?

Short moment after that, Paul change into a big massive wolf, almost hurting (y/n) if Bella didn't pull her sister fast enough. (Y/n) so shocked that she freeze, terrified at the creature in front of her. Bella try to grab her sister arm and run, as Jacob run to their way and shift into a wolf too, in the middle of air. The two wolf fight with each other, breaking Billy's old boat, and rolling to the forest.

"Hey. Take them back to Emily's place." Sam said to Jared and Embry as he himself go to the forest.

(Y/n) is so shocked at what happened, as the memories of that night in Phoenix keep haunting her. Bella immediately hug her sister tightly. "We will be fine, sis..." as Jared and embry help the 2 girls to the car and head to Emily's.

"I think we should go check if Jacob is alright." Bella said as they arrive at a wodden house.

"I hope Paul sink some teeth on him." Jared comment which Embry replied. "No way, Jake is a natural. You see as he shift in mid air like that." Jared shrug it. "Come on, Bella. We won't bite." Jared said and walk inside the house.

Bella look at (y/n), she is so pale. "(Y/n), come on... i'm here with you.. you will be fine." She tried to encourage (y/n).

"I think this is a bad idea, Bells...." (y/n) finally found her voice again. "One of them nearly killed me...." Bella hug her immediately, trying to calm her down.

"Hey.. it's okay.. we won't hurt you.. it's just an accident.. Paul will never forgive himself if he hurt you... come on.. let's get you something for calming you down..." Embry walk toward (y/n), try to assuring her. (Y/n) nod her head and get out of the car, walking slowly behing Bella.

They stop just on the door, watching Emily make food. As she turn toward the Swan sister, her face shocked them. Bella immediately swift her eyes, while (y/n) look at the floor. "Who are they?" She ask eyeing the sisters.

"Bella, who else. And her sister." Jared said, grabbing a muffin. "So, you are the vampire girl." Bella shrug. "So you are the wolf girl." Emily chuckle and nod. "Well, i'm enganged to one." She then grab a big plate full of muffin and place it on the table. "Save some for your brothers and ladies first. Muffin?"

"Sure." Bella walk toward the table and grab one. That time, Emily can see (y/n) clearly and she smile widely at her. "Hi. I'm so happy that i can finally meet you."

(Y/n) give her small smile. "Come in.. let's give you something to drink and calm you down. You look so pale." She grab (y/n) hand gently, but (y/n) yank her hand gently. Bella who see this help her sister. "Sorry, Emily.. she just witnessed something terrifying... come on, (y/n)."

Emily just smile softly as (y/n) stand close beside Bella, head down, playing with her fingers. "So, what happened?"

"Just leave it to Jacob to find a way around Sam's gag order." Emily said.

"He didn't say anything to me."

"That' a wolf thing. Alpha's order get obeyed whether we like it or not." Embry chimmed in, shuffling muffin into his mouth. "Oh and hey, we can hear each other thought."

"Would you shut up? This is a trade secret." Jared said. "These cheeks run with vampires." The word of vampire make (y/n) tense up. Bella is having a relationship with a vampire? Despite that she knows about her fear about them? Bella face turn pale. Shortly she regain her composure. "You can't run with vampire.. cause they're fast." (Y/n) can't believe her sister will be so calm talking about vampire.

Jared face shows disbelief. "Yeah? But we are faster. Freak out yet?" Bella shrug. "You are not the first monster i've seen."

"Jake's right. You are good with freaks." Sam voice coming from the door as he walk toward Emily and kiss her all over her face.

(Y/n) nudge her sister arm. "I want to go home..." she whispered. But before Bella can answer it, there show Jacob and Paul in the yard shoving each other in a playfull manner. Paul walk inside and take a seat beside Embry, while Jacob lean against the door.

Seeing Paul make (y/n) moves her body close to her sister. "Sorry." Paul said turn to look at Bella with his smirk but when caught a glimpse of his imprint, standing close to Bella make him wonder. What is her relationship with Bella? The look of fear on her face make Paul feel regret that he scaring his imprint with what happened earlier. "Hey... sorry.. i didn't mean to scared you like that.." Paul voice is so soft, shocking Bella and Emily. But (y/n) didn't give him a glance as she flinch when Paul tried to grab her hand.

"Uh, Jake.. maybe you should take (y/n) back home... there're something that i have to tell them.." bella said to Jacob as he nod, before she turn to look at her sister. "It's okay.. you know Jacob.. he won't hurt you. Go home and take a rest okay?" (Y/n) nod and leave hurriedly from a den of wolves with Jacob behind her.

As they leave, everyone turn to Bella, looling for an explanation. Bella sigh before begin to explain what happened to her sister. "She's my younger sister. She just came back here a week ago."

"She's your sister?!" Paul exclaim, shocked.

"Good luck, Paul..." Jared said, half laughing.

"What?"

"Paul imprinted on your sister." Sam said make Bella more confused. "What is an imprint? Is it a dangerous thing? She just have had enough dangerous on her life. Don't make it worse."

"No, it's not dangerous thing at all. It's a wolf version for soulmate. We look at her eyes and our focus is her only. We become everything that she needs, whether it's a protector, a lover, a friend, everything. Emily is my imprintee." Sam explain shortly about imprinting.

"What?! So you imprint on my younger sister?! Out of so many girls, you decided to imprint on her?! She finally start to have a normal life, before you imprint on her." Bella get mad at Paul.

"I can't decided who i can imprinted or not!"

"We can't do anything about it, Bella..." Sam said, trying to calm the tension.

"What exactly happened to (y/n)? She looks so terrified..." Embry ask.

Bella sigh in defeat. "Back when we used to live in Phoenix, when (y/n) was just 12, her best friend got killed by a vampire in front of her. (Y/n) herself almost got killed, before Carlisle help her. It make her traumatized around vampire.. she can't sleep well for months, and keep having a nightmare, even until now. She always got scared when seeing a red eyes... that event just change her attitude around people. She hate when many people look at her, she scared darkness, and small alley. It always make her remembered what happened that night."

Hearing the story make the boys and Emily gasp. "But you run with one!" Jared said. "I haven't tell her! Okay? I don't know how to tell her. I want to tell her that Carlisle was the one who help her that day.. I wish i never tell her about Edward and the Cullen. So she can finally live a normal life. But then he imprint on her, and she knows about werewolves." She said looking at Paul.

"Will she be okay? I mean her life just got into some dangerous one, as she is Paul's imprintee and you sister as you have relationship with vampires." Emily ask worriedly.

"I don't know.. i just have to think how to tell her slowly about this..and the vampire things.." Bella look down.

"How about let Billy or Harry tell her? Maybe having one of the elder to explain it to her will help. We can't send Paul to explain, she scared of him. We will just slowly let (y/n) know us first." Sam suggest.

"Let's have Harry tell (y/n).. she really close with the Clearwaters..." Bella said as Sam nod. "But give her time to calm down.. this was a terrifying moment for her..."

"Okay.. just tell Jacob when she's ready, okay? So i can inform Harry."

The entire time, Paul just stay silent. He felt guilty that because of him losing his temper, his imprint get scared of him and the pack. He devoted in his heart that he will work on his temper for (y/n). So he don't put her in danger when she around him.

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Exothermic - chapter sixteen

Amalthea vs the Wolves Den

"I'm sorry-- the fucking what? Did you say vampire? Vampire girl? Bella, what the fuck do you be doing around here that people call you that? Vampire girl!"

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The car was filled with a somber silence, drizzles of rain splattered onto the windshield only to be wiped away.

Amalthea tore her eyes away from the racing drops of rain, "So, are we just not gonna talk about the dudes who got a bit mad, turned into giant ass wolves, and almost caused my cousin to die?"

Bella nudged her cousin on the elbow, signaling for the girl to shut her mouth. Thea whispered under her breath to the brunette, "No, I'm serious. The fuck happened to normal fist fighting!" The only reply she got was another nudge and silence.

Another minute passed before Amalthea opened her mouth yet again, "Bella I know we almost, you know, passed away- but we got to go back to Uncle Charlie's if I got to do Uley's part. Haven't even started on mine, was kinda hoping I could bribe him into doing it." Bella, skin still quite pale, pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

Embry and Jared sniggered as the girl muttered, thinking the wolves couldn't possibly listen in.

Embry pulled Bella's truck toward a tiny, weathered house. From the back, Jared jumped out and opened the passenger door. Both girls stayed unbudgingly still. Amalthea fearing how vulnerable not having the protection of the vehicle made the both of them, and Bella fearing for Jacob's fate.

Embry turned toward Jared, "Pay up. She didn't puke." Annoyed, the boy handed the other five bucks. "Told you she was tough! She runs with bloodsuckers."

'Bella runs with mosquitoes? The hell she doin' that for?' Amalthea thought, apprehensively looking at her worried cousin from the side of her eyes.

"Wait-- we should go back, make sure that Jacob's okay."

Jared cut in on her worries, "I hope Paul gets some teeth in him. Serves him right."

Thea had the decency to look affronted as Bella snapped her head toward the boy with squinted eyes.

"No way. Jake's a natural. Did you see the way he phased on the fly? Five bucks Paul doesn't touch him." Embry spoke, easing Bella's worries. Jared retorted back with agreeance.

The shape shifters noticed the girls hadn't moved at all, "Come on in. We won't bite." Embry spoke, grinning at the two.

Jared quipped back, "Speak for yourself."

Bella gently shoved Amalthea out, who was very much still hesitant on leaving her spot. Warily, the girls climbed out of the car and joined the waiting boys.

Embry stopped the Swan pair, "Oh, hey, about Emily - Sam's fiancé- try not to stare. Bugs Sam."

Responses of "Why would I stare--" and "Whatever man," were cut off as the shape shifters entered the house.

Hesitantly, Bella entered behind Jared and Embry, Amalthea following timidly behind her, trying to perfect her brave face. A woman was seen standing at a counter, taking freshly made muffins out of the tin. Long, black hair draped over the side of her face, "You guys hungry? Like I have to ask...."

The young woman looked toward the quartet, showcasing the three scars running from her hairline down to her chin. Quickly glancing at the lines that pulled down the woman's eye and twisted the corner of her mouth, Amalthea subtly admired the deep scars.

'Guess it's time to add facial scars to the list of things I find hot!' Thea silently thought, the voice in her mind sighing.

Amalthea's attention was broken from her thoughts when the woman spoke again, "who's this?" questioning Jared and Embry, who were beelining for the warm muffins.

Jared went for a muffin, "Bella Swan and her cousin. Who else?"

"Jesus fuck, I have a name!" Thea muttered, looking to the beautiful woman in front of her, "The cousin's name is Amalthea Swan."

A loud bang was heard from the small back yard of the house, followed by a yelp of pain. Emily pretended like the sound wasn't heard, keeping her attention on Bella.

"So you're the vampire girl."

"I'm sorry-- the fucking what? Did you say vampire? Vampire girl? Bella, what the fuck do you be doing around here that people call you that? Vampire girl!" Amalthea was absolutely appalled, confusion masquerading her fear. Both women ignored the girl and her anxious rambling.

'If shape-shifting, big ass wolves exist, who's to say vampires can't?' Thea suddenly felt a bit light headed at the idea, missing Bella's response to the woman.

"Werewolves? I'm just engaged to one. But these animals--" Emily slapped Embry's hand as she spoke, "Save some for your brothers."

It was as if the gravity of the situation finally set in. Amalthea paled and stood pin straight, with her back to the wall next to the entrance. Anxiety of all the unknown caused for her to close up. As Thea was struggling to stop trembling, Bella cautiously toed toward the counter, eyes peeled on the door for any sight of Jacob.

Thea felt buzzing in her ears, mind beginning to muddle with unpleasant thoughts and eyes never straying from her dirty shoes. She just wanted to go back to Charlie's. None of this would be happening if they just stayed at Charlie's. Breaths began to feel harder to catch, as if she just ran a mile. A weight felt like it resided in her chest and would never move again. She'd never have been in this situation- which Bella is dealing with shockingly well, may she add!- if she didn't try to see Uley. Thea wondered if he knew that his brother was a giant wolf in his spare time.

The deep, gruff voice that belonged to Sam Uley caused for her to jump in shock, heart stopping quickly just before picking back up its rapid pace again.

The man spoke from the door way, "Because there are bad things here." He walked toward Emily, "And they're getting worse."

'Whatever the fuck that means!' Thea took to cracking her knuckles, trying to calm herself down before having an actual panic attack, using techniques the guidance counseling sessions that she was forced to attend had taught her. People around the girl conversing worked as white noise to the loud thoughts that refused to leave her brain. The panic was incessant and embarrassing, considering how unaffected Bella seemed to be.

Thea looked back up from the floor when two more people walked into the small house, laughing and jabbing at one another. She watched as her cousin took a breath of relief, Jared and Embry looking over the boys in search of injury. A scar was healing on Paul's arm, leading to Jared rolling his eyes.

Amalthea watched as Bella walked toward Jacob, eyes widening in fear that Bella might leave her alone in a house where every single person was a stranger. Well, that was until a tall - and seemingly buffer than before - teen walked in from the backyard.

Hearing a dramatic intake of breath, all eyes turned to the teenager who arrived. His eyes were trained on the small, very pale girl hiding against a wall.

"Oh my god, Mal! My bestie, I've missed you! Where have you been-- wait no where have I been. I was gonna break and tell you everything anyway," a hand slapped Trevor Uley's head, though not deterring him from prancing toward the girl, "The first time you called I almost cried. Honest! Did you go to Jackson's game? Shit, I hope so." The boy took to whispering, knowing the shifters could still hear him, "Stalker wouldn't let me go." He rolled his eyes, opening his arms for Thea to give him a hug.

Little did Trevor know at the moment, his presence felt like a saving grace to the girl. Thea knew he wouldn't ditch on her like Bella would. Apparently, he missed her too much to do so.

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Longer chapter today! Nearly 1,300 words!

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