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panevanbuckley · 4 years

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im absolutely here to BEG for loosier mob hcs 👀

ahsjsk omfg I'm honoured 😭 the image of jbd has been stuck in my head all day because of this au! I apologise if this post gets long...

- their song is poker face by lady gaga but slowed down okay like this is PEAK mob loosier vibes

- they get assigned as partners under Corrigan's sector, which means having to bunk down in an apartment in a rundown area of the city together

- leckie does NOT like hoosier at first; he's too sarcastic and blunt in his nature and leckie finds it hard to get a grip on him

- this means they clash a lot for the first year working together but hoosier is the best shot on the team, not to mention his torture techniques would break the toughest of men, and leckie is the brains behind the operations as well as a skilled getaway driver so skills-wise they're perfect together

- things change after an operation involving a faulty explosion, leckie thinks hoosier gets hit but turns out he's fine (beside a few cuts and bruises), leckie loses his shit with him and has him pressed against a wall growling about "incompetence and disregard for anybody else"

- nobody can blame hoosier for getting a little excited in the moment, he says it's the adrenaline, and he pulls leckie down into a bruising (literally) kiss which leckie melts into

- from then on they're basically the power duo of the sector, always got each other's six and taking on every operation Corrigan throws their way

- they're soon the most feared names in the city, everyone knows who they are and nobody in their right mind wants to mess with them

- they're close with Runner and Chuckler, another duo based nearby under their sector (they've had to do a few operations together)

- leckie is a not-so-secret bookworm, he collects so many vintage books and their apartment is full of them

- hoosier may or may not have 'adopted' a dog that was left behind from a target they had to take out

- when an operation goes horribly wrong resulting in hoosier being taken captive...all hell breaks loose

- like, just imagine leckie with all his rage, packing up shotguns and rifles and a knife (because you can never be too prepared) ready to rescue his man

- he (and their friends) finds hoosier beaten and bloody tied go a chair in a dingy abandoned factory that's acting as base for one of their rival gangs and leckie goes feral on them

- it's a planned out rescue mission, chuckler knocks out the guards easily, runner has found blueprints of the building and got a makeshift bomb wired up too because he's just that smart, and leckie wastes no bullets

- not a single guy is left breathing by the time they emerge from the building supporting a semi-concious hoosier

- something that hoosier never lets leckie forget, he teases him constantly about how he came to save his 'damsel in distress'

- he's also the worst during his recovery, getting leckie to do everything for him and complaining constantly (he's restless and bored and he definitely hates the idea of leckie going out without his partner-in-crime)

- they ooze charm too, so when they're on undercover missions set out to find the rats or get close to big, rich folk they're usually the go-to in the sector

- leckie will flash his charming smile and hoosier is such a damn flirt (leckie definitely doesn't get jealous and drag hoosier to an empty room in the middle of the gatherings at all) but it works, they secure countless business partners for Corrigan

- they still argue like an old married couple though, even in the middle of shootouts where they'll be bickering and shouting at each other over the fire of bullets and insulting each other

- on days off they prefer to lounge at home watching reruns of sitcoms or old western because they're both nerds, lazily kissing under blankets and ordering take-out because neither of them are brilliant cooks

- hoosier has a strange obsession with leckie's shaved hair, he loves to run his hands over it whenever he can

- likewise, leckie refuses to let hoosier cut his hair because he most definitely loves to card his fingers through it and grip it tight when they're getting handsy

these have all pretty much been thought up on the spot and thrown together because my brain has no sense of organisation 😅

#asks #loosier #the pacific #mob au #i could talk about this for hours now oml #just...#leckie with that tank top and the muscles and the TATTOOS #fck i didnt even mention about the tattoos in here?!#watch me go jot down cutesy/angsty stories behind them now smh #robert leckie #bill hoosier smith

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msjr0119 · 4 years

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The American Adventure

Prologue

A/N: I swear choices is taking over my life, I’m dreaming about TRR characters. We watched ‘The Parent Trap’ last night, and my subconscious dreamt of an alternative version including the Cordonian Gang. So I’ve decided to do this. In my usual series Drake is older than the other characters, however because most camps only go up to the age of 17, they are all 16/17.

Prince Liam and his closest friends are sent to a summer camp in America for a month, whilst in Cordonia the nobles are preparing for Prince Leo’s social season unknowingly to him. During their time there, Liam and Drake become besotted with the same girl- Riley Brooks.

Characters all belong to Pixelberry; apart from Lola Hughes, Bethany Hughes, Nate Cooper, Andy Brooks and Jackie Brooks.

Warnings: Please do not read if you are under 18, if you do you are consenting that you are over this age. If any of the follow trigger warnings affect you please don’t continue to read. Swearing, mention of sex, bad habit- smoking.

Word count: 2,400

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*****

Liam, enjoy this opportunity with your closest friends. I’ve spoken to the camp director- he is aware of your titles and has promised to treat you all no different. Or to disclose this information- Bastien will be staying on site for extra protection with a few other guards. I’ll see you in a months times, my son.

The youngest prince of the small country, Cordonia- couldn’t imagine what to expect from being at a summer camp for a whole month. For him, it was a month of freedom. Away from the palace. Away from the small amount of royal duties that the Prince’s had to do. Having a good excuse to not attend Royal events with his father the King, and his step Mother the Queen.

Drake Walker, Liam’s best friend was more than happy to leave Cordonia. To leave the noble lifestyle behind. He never fit in anyway. Madeleine and Olivia constantly reminded him of this. Three years ago, he lost his father. Jackson Walker was the head of the King’s guard who lost his life in the line of duty. Summer camp, was everything Drake enjoyed in life. Being outdoors. Camping. Besides it was in the country that his mother was born in. America. He was half American, being here- he should feel right at home.

Maxwell Beaumont, the spare heir. The fun brother. The outgoing one. You could take him to Timbuktu and somehow he would be enthusiastic- making the most out of it. He was feeling excited about attending a summer camp, most of the time his older brother Bertrand would be ashamed of him. Criticising him, for even breathing. This was a break that he was looking forward to, without the lectures about being etiquette- especially when it included forks.

Olivia Nevrakis- this girl never held back. You annoy her, she would openly insult you. Drake Walker should know this. Not wanting to attend this break from Cordonia, she had no choice. King Constantine practically gave her no option but to go. As much as Olivia tried to fight against it, it did mean that she got to spend time with her closest friend, Liam. When they was younger, she would follow him around like a lost puppy. Now they were older, she had grown feelings towards him. But she wouldn’t tell him, not yet anyway.

Madeleine Amaranth- the epitome of prim and proper. The true definition of a well raised noble for court life. She was fully aware of the description of a summer camp. However, she knew that she wouldn’t abide by the timetables that they would strictly provide. Madeleine was cunning, she knew how to get her own way, and she was fully intending on using this to her advantage.

****

Breathing in the fresh air, Andy and Jackie Brooks enjoyed this day every year. Yes, they enjoyed the traditional American holidays such as Thanksgiving and The Forth of July- but this was the day that summer camp started. This was where their love story began. The camp had been run by his family for many decades. Jackie came one year, and Andy was immediately attracted to her. Every year since then, he had hoped that she would attend - which she did. They were childhood sweethearts- both losing their virginities to each other. As soon as Jackie was old enough, she moved to New York to be closer to Andy. They were soon married, and raised two daughters; Lindsey and Riley.

“Now I can trust that you all will make everyone feel welcome, encourage them to participate in the activities. After all, I am paying you all a small wage. Enjoy yourselves even though you are all working.” The director of Camp Beaver Brooks said to the teenagers. For the last couple of years he had enlisted his children and their friends for this extra support to keep the camp running.

“Yes, Father. We will go over to the registration hut and help everyone get settled in.” Pulling his youngest daughter into his embrace, he held her tightly- knowing that she wouldn’t let him down. Out of the two sisters, Riley was a hard worker. Always pushing herself further. Always up for a challenge. Never letting anyone get in her way to achieve her ambitions.

“Thank you, Riley. I love you, sweetheart.”

****

Riley, Lola, Beth and Daniel awaited for the campers to arrive. At times they had an influx of people arriving at the same time, then it was quiet. So quiet, that they could hear the tranquility of the lake in the distance.

Witnessing a limo pull up, they all rolled their eyes back in unison. Each one knowing the usual scenario. People that turned up in style were the most obnoxious spoilt brats who refused to partake in activities.

“So it’s not the Coopers. They have a different type of limo. Mayors kids? Rich business mans kids? What are we betting?” Daniel asked the three women.

“They are arseholes. I can bet you all that...” Lola responded. Biting their lips they all attempted to not laugh, knowing that Lola was probably correct. Even if she wasn’t correct, she was still right. She would never acknowledge that she was wrong about anything.

“There’s five of them! I bet their parents are celebrating getting rid of them for a month.... oh, it gets better.. look...They’ve got a personal driver and a personal bodyguard!” Riley took a deep breath, ready to do the introductions to the people who had clearly never been to camp before. Not this one, anyway.

“Fake smiles, guys... we can’t let them ruin it for everybody else. We will bitch about them after.” Lola winked at the group of friends after saying this. They all knew that she was probably already making notes about the strangers. Making assumptions up.

****

“This is so exciting... is anybody else excited? I think I need to pee... maybe too late for that actually... but guess what? NO Bertrand for a month...” Clapping his hands enthusiastically, he was like a big kid in a candy shop.

“Li, please tell me that he’s not sharing with us?” Looking down at Maxwell’s damp trousers, Drake pleaded with Liam to not bunk up with anyone else but him.

“I’m glad he’s not sharing with me. I’m already stuck with ‘I can’t break a nail. I’m too precious.’ Eurghhh, count yourselves lucky gentlemen.”

“I’m stuck with Miss ‘look at me in the wrong way and I’ll slit your throat’...”

“I can’t wait to see you all pretend to not be noble.. this is going to be classic.” Sinking back into the chair, Drake laughed to himself- loudly. Deep down he had hoped that the girls would suffer during this trip. Just due to their horrendous attitude they have had towards him all of his life.

“Well you’ll feel right at home here... in the states where you actually belong.” Olivia smirked at Drake, knowing every time she criticised him about being a commoner it irritated him. Prior to his fathers death, it didn’t affect him - as he had his fathers support. Since Jackson’s death, himself and Savannah were criticised for still being in Cordonia- described as outcasts by the majority of the nobles. There was no reason for them to be there anymore, as their mother shortly abandoned them after tragically losing her husband, they all believed.

“I hear that there’s a lake here, Livvy. It’s apparently ice cold- just like your heart.” Scowling towards Drake, she didn’t think that he would respond with an insult. She hated him. He hated her. The feeling was mutual, and would be for the rest of their lives.

“Call me Livvy one more time, Walker. I dare ya!”

“That’s enough! Can we just enjoy this time. It’s the first time that I’ve been allowed a bit of freedom.. we’re here anyway. Remember, I am not a Prince and you aren’t nobles. We are all just normal people. Normal teenagers.” They all nodded in agreement, knowing how much this meant to Liam. For him to be free.

****

“Hey, welcome to Camp Beaver Brooks. My name is Riley. Myself and my friends will help you all get settled in. If you have any questions, just grab one of us. There are forms to fill out over there. If you all do that, then we will escort you to your dorms.”

“Charmed to make your acquaintance, Riley. My name is, Liam.” Pulling her hand towards his lips he kissed it tenderly. Dickhead, quit with the Prince charming act. Drake whispered in to his ear reminding him that they were no longer in Cordonia. “Erm, these are my closest friends; Drake, Maxwell, Olivia and Madeleine. We are from a different country, and are thrilled to be here.” Stepping backwards, she smiled at them all. Even though she was a bit freaked out by that introduction, she put it to the back of her mind- acting professional. Once they had all signed in, Bastien left them- phoning Andy he explained that they had arrived. Andy gave instructions for Bastien and the other guards to stay in a bungalow close by.

“So girls, Daniel will escort you to the girls dorm. Boys, myself and Lola will escort you to your dorms.” Fucking girls, we are nobles you fucking Yankee. Olivia took a sudden dislike to Riley. As she did with Drake. I hate commoners.

****

Maxwell latched onto Riley as she escorted them on the short walk to the dorms. He was acting as if he had known her own his life, Drake and Liam were both panic stricken that the Lord would accidentally disclose their true identities.

“Here you go, you will be sharing with a close friend of ours- Nate Cooper, when he arrives. He takes a disliking to people easily, but you’ve just got to defend yourself against him.”

“What Riley means, is Nate Cooper is a wanker. Good luck, boys.” Lola decided to abandon her post and sneak out for a crafty cigarette whilst Riley continued settling them in.

“Just ignore her. She accidentally drops the ‘f bomb’ and other swear words a few times. Quite a lot actually...” shrugging her shoulders, the men all laughed. Maxwell eagerly unpacked his suitcase and bagsed the top bunk of one of the bunk beds. Placing his teddy bear that he had since he was born, he would be more than annoyed if this Nate tried to steal his territory that he had marked.

“Ignore him, he’s still a child...” Drake explained, acting like the father figure of the group. As he said this, Riley locked her baby blues on to his dark eyes. Noticing him stare back towards her, she focused her gaze elsewhere. Not wanting him to realise that she was already hypnotised by his presence.

“So what is on the agenda for today, Riley?” Maxwell asked as he leaped off the top bunk, risking breaking a limb.

“Erm, well because it’s arrival day. You have this time to explore camp independently. Then we have dinner between six and seven. After that there’s a ‘welcome meeting’ then we all gather together around the campfire for a couple of hours.”

“Sounds fabulous.” Liam said, softly smiling at her.

“I hope that you all enjoy your time here. There’s a map in the top drawer. Don’t get lost on your first day though...see you all around six.” Waving goodbye, Liam followed her through the door- closing it behind him.

“Riley, I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Do we have any free time? Where we are not following a typical day agenda.”

“Yes, we have one day off each week. That day will change each week. There will be updates on this at reception. Why?”

“Oh, I just thought we could all ‘hang out’ as you Americans say.” Attempting to act like a normal ‘cool’ teenager, he hoped that she wouldn’t be offended by his upfront attitude.

“Sure. See ya.” Unable to erase the smile that was fixed onto his face, he entered the dorm. Grateful for his father suggesting this little adventure for them all.

****

Riley knew exactly where Lola would be, hiding behind the ‘bent tree’ as it was known. It was a common location for everyone to sneak away for a cigarette. Dodging all the tab ends that had been piling up over the years, her friend looked relieved that she had finally showed up.

“About time, I’ve chain smoked a whole packet nearly! What were you doing? Fucking them all?”

“LOLA! One, I highly doubt that you smoked a whole packet in five minutes. Two, I must be superwoman managing to have sex with all of them in that amount of time. Three, get a life!”

“So the tall dark handsome one, the blue eyed boy or the dopey one... which one would you sleep with?”

“Go fuck yourself. Or rather, Daniel. Come on, we need to get back.”

****

“Here you are ladies... this is your home for the next month. Dinner is at six.....”

“There’s room service, right?” Madeleine interrupted, as she scowled at the dirty room. Tracing her finger along the window ledge, she collected too much dust for her liking. Straight away she washed her hands in the cracked sink- then retrieved the hand sanitiser out of her handbag. I’m going to die.

“Erm, no. This isn’t a hotel.” The blonde nearly hyperventilated due to his response. Expecting for some elaboration, expecting for it to be some kind of sick joke- Daniel remained silent, shocked at her reaction. I’m a noble- get me out of here!

“Where’s the bathroom? I need a bath.” Olivia demanded to know as she folded her arms.

“If you turn left as you leave here and walk five minutes, there is a shared restroom. After dinner there will be a short ‘welcome meeting’ before we all gather next to the campfire. I’ll leave you to both get settled in. Enjoy ladies.” Both jaws practically dropped to the floor, before looking at each other with the same expression. Disgust. For the first time in their lives, they actually agreed on something. Why did we agree to come?

Daniel giggled to himself as he left the two snobs as he described them in his mind. Running back to the hut, he couldn’t wait to inform the girls about the newbies responses to being at camp.

This is going to be a long month. They are going to have a big reality check.

#choices trr #theroyalromance #trr fanfic #riley brooks #maxwell beaumont #liam rhys #olivia nevrakis #drake walker #trr madeleine #trr the american adventure #tw swearing #tw mention of sex #tw smoking #drake x ?#liam x ?#riley x ?#long post

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of-hell-and-hyacinths · 5 years

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bella and drew headcanons

there are dedicated to @skate-fast-eat-grass and i literally can’t think of anyone else following me who would read them so

also i do not own bella swarchovski she belongs to madelyn!!

- at first, it takes them a while to get together because drew tanaka is oblivious when it comes to her own love life.

- and bella swarchovski is just an overall dumbass (but i say that with love).

- drew doesn’t realise that bella actually returns her feelings and has been trying to flirt with her for the past month so she thinks it’s all unrequited.

- she kind of thinks “bella wouldn’t like me because all of the things i’ve done in the past, how i treated my siblings, how i acted after the war, etc. bella’s never done any of that, she deserves somebody who hasn’t fucked so many things up.”

- and obviously, bella knows what drew has done in the past but she likes drew for who she’s become and admires the progress in her as a person.

- after they get together, those insecurities never fully vanish, but they just come up later on when drew is in an emotional shitstorm.

- for dates they love going to new places to try out food (ice cream especially) and then taking five billion photos.

- they also love going to theme parks! both of them are adrenaline junkies and go on the scariest/wildest rides and it gives everybody a headache.

- also going to musicals and movies?? they’re dramatic people who can sing what do you expect.

- (they’ve watched love, simon three times don’t @ me)

- both bella and drew look amazing in red.

- so they always always always wear red on dates. it’s just a tradition and they refuse to break it.

- drew adores her girlfriend but sometimes bella says the stupidest shit at really inconvenient times.

- bella, in the middle of a conversation about conputer programming: all kins of the same character are clones

drew: i love you but shut the fuck up

- they have a codeword for whenever one of them is feelings uncomfortable/anxious/stressed and needs to get away.

- the codeword is jacob sartorious (i know that’s a name and technically two words let me live)

- okay look the backstory behind it was they were trying to find the perfect word while simultaneously having an argument about heathers and bella said something like “edward if you keep this up i’m leaving you for jacob” (all in good humour, drew knows she’s joking) and drew said “wait our codeword should be jacob”

- however they didn’t know jacob from twilight’s last name so jacob sartorious as if in the musical.ly star would have to do.

- drew has discovered that playing with bella’s hair calms bella down.

- she found this out after the infirmary was really crowded and there was a lot on bella’s schedule and she was missing her mortal family so bella kind of disappeared for an hour and went m.i.a.

- her friends and family panicked for a little while because they had no idea where she was, but drew found her sitting in the strawberry fields, still slightly shaking.

- she just let bella vent for as long as she needed to. instead of talking, she started a braid in bella’s hair and realised with a start that it was calming her down.

- drew is bella’s stability in times of stress.

- since drew breaks down more often than she’d like to admit, bella is always there. she’ll stay up with drew all night, just talking and reassuring her. she reassured drew that she’s not selfish, she’s not a stuck-up bitch, she’s not emotionless, she’s not cold-hearted. she loves drew for who she’s become. she loves the best bits and the messy bits about her.

- bella is drew’s comfort in times of insecurity.

- they bring out the softer side of each other.

- even though drew has matured drastically since the whole silena thing, there are still some people who peg her as heartless.

- but they haven’t seen the fond look on her face when bella falls asleep on her shoulder mid-movie.

- they haven’t seen the way she blushes profusely every time bella winks over at her from across the dining pavilion.

- they haven’t seen the bags under her eyes when drew stays up all night to finish weaving bracelets for herself and bella. nor have they seen the way she smiles brightly when bella launches herself into drew’s arms with bright eyes and a burning throat and says she absolutely loves it.

- anyway, bella is ready to physically fight anybody who says one bad word about her girlfriend (despite the fact that she’s like five feet tall — bella is strong)

- drew can hold her own though it’s all good and she’s heard those same insults millions of times before to the point where it doesn’t even faze her.

- their height difference is massive, bella being a five foot gremlin and drew being six feet tall.

- it pisses bella off so fucking much.

- she’ll also never admit it, but the height difference feels nice when they hug. she likes burying her face in drew’s shoulder.

- bella, ogling the kid’s toys section in ikea: i’m marrying lola the plush piranha sorry drew you’ve been replaced

drew, not looking away from the stuffed sharks: how tragic

- once bella stole drew’s leather jacket and if anybody else did that? instant death.

- drew just stared at her for a second and felt her heart melt and her face heat up.

- in case you were wondering, bella kept the jacket. it’s underneath her bunk.

- bella always buys cherry-flavoured everything whenever she’s at home during the school year, because it reminds her of drew.

- sometimes it’s hard having a long-distance relationship during the school year, and sometimes they call each other during the night wanting nothing more than to be face-to-face, but they make it work.

- drew doesn’t give two shits about bass guitars and how they work or the different brands, but she’ll listen to bella ramble on about them for hours just because she loves watching her face light up and the sound of bella’s voice and the passion in her eyes.

- bella literally couldn’t care less about different makeup palettes and how to apply them and the different techniques, but she’ll sit down in the aphrodite cabins for hours straight to let drew practice on her and try out new looks just because she loves watching drew concentrate so heavily on something and the grin on her girlfriend’s face at the end is always worth it.

- wholesome memes are always sent between them, and they usually have wholesome meme-offs.

- however sometimes bella sends surreal memes just because and drew always says “guess i’m not edward cullen kin after all”

- for halloween they once went as bella swan and edward cullen. you know it’s true.

- they also went as marceline and princess bubblegum from adventure time because they have class.

- drew has an album on her phone called “bella” and bella has album on her phone called “drew” and you can probably guess that it’s just photos of each other.

- occasionally will or adrien will crash their dates.

- sometimes it’s annoying, but neither of them are really mad.

- oh adrien never misses anything he’s always there with binoculars watching them

- drew: the stars are beautiful tonight

bella: yeah

drew: you know what else is beautiful?

bella: what?

drew: me

bella, whispering: damn straight

adrien, yelling from across the roof of the aphrodite cabin: nothing about that was fucking straight

- bella: so how’s the most beautiful person in the world doing?

drew: i don’t know, how are yo—

adrien, across the room: he’s doing great, thanks

- also on to more important matters:

- stephan the demon baby.

- his full name is stephan swartanaka (last name courtesy of will)

- his middle name changes a lot solely to piss everybody off.

- some of the most notable middle names are:

- k’atté (pronounced cat)

- uwu

- beatrixareforkids

- shit

- crispy

- they hired adrien as a babysitter once while they played monopoly and it just ended with adrien yeeting stephan into the lake.

- stephan made it out alive but they didn’t give adrien a tip.

- adrien swears stephan is possessed.

- well he’s technically haunted but they can’t be bothered doing anything about it

anyway i hope those were okay i love bella and drew <3

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thehelleniclunarwitch · 6 years

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Choice

Prompt 73: All you have to do is make a choice.

Pairing: Reader gets to choose: Seth Rollins x Reader, Finn Balor x Reader

Fandom: WWE

Warning: Cursing

I am trying something new. I will start off a prompt with a basic introduction between 2 to 3 choices and at the end, you can decide whose ending you’d like to end up with. Feedback would be great and appreciated!

“I don’t even know how I ended up in a pickle like this,” You stated.

“Don’t see it as a problem,” Nikki said.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You have two great guys who like you for you and definitely want to spend more time with you. You just need to decide who is the right one for you,” Nikki explained.

“It can’t be that easy,” You replied.

“Why can’t it? Seth and Finn have made it perfectly clear that they would want to take your friendship to the next level so it’s not like you have to play the guessing game if they like you or not,” Brie added.

“But how do I know?” You asked.

The twins looked at each other and just smiled.

“Trust us, you’ll know,” They said in unison.

Sighing, you left the twins’ locker room and headed back down to yours. As you wandered down the hallway you were greeted by Finn’s large smile. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him.

“Hey lass,” Finn greeted.

“Hi Finny,” You greeted in return.

You and Finn hopped up on one of the shipping containers. Your legs swung back and forth as you two sat next to each other.

“What’s on your mind, lass? You looked troubled,” Finn asked.

You glanced away from him trying to hide the look on your face.

“Oh nothing really, I just need to make a choice that’s all,” You replied.

“Well lassie, is it anything I can help you with?” Finn asked.

You bit your lip as you mulled his question over.

“Actually, Finn, what’s your favorite memory of us?” You asked.

Finn just laughed. “Is this gonna help your choice?”

You just nodded and Finn sighed.

“Do you remember last winter? When you got stuck riding with me and Aj?” Finn asked.

You nodded quickly. “It was the worse! You two stunk so bad and you refused to roll down the windows to air out the damn car,”

Finn laughed. “You were so fucking mad, but you were a trooper and hung in there, but then the night only got worse when we got to the hotel and they had lost your reservation,”

“I remember. I was asking every single one of our co-workers as they walked in if anybody had a spare bed for me. Dolph was just about to take pity on me when you swooped in and saved the day. You gave me your room and you bunked with Aj,” You added.

“You know I can still clearly see that look of relief wash over your face when I held out the room keys to you,” Finn said.

“You literally saved my night, Finn. I’ve always been so grateful to you and the many times you’ve come to my rescue,” You smiled.

“The way you were jumped into my arms with excitement and kissed me on my cheek several times I’ve never forgotten that,” Finn said.

“So your favorite memory of us you stinking me out of the car and coming to my rescue?” You asked.

“Not just that part, but the after part. We both couldn’t sleep that night and I found you sitting down in the lobby curled up on the couch watching the snow fall,” Finn said.

“Oh yeah, we stayed up way too late talking,” You remembered.

“Exactly, I like listening to you talk, you always have the best stories,” Finn grinned.

You grinned back at him.

“Balor you’re up!” One of the assistants shouted.

“Not that I haven’t been enjoying our walk down memory lane, but I’ve got to go show Miz who is boss,” Finn teased and you chuckled.

“Good luck tonight!” You called after him.

“Thanks, lass,” Finn said back before disappearing into the gorilla.

Hopping down from the shipping container you headed back down to your locker room. You stopped every so often to chit-chat with your other friends before entering your locker room.

You had just plopped down on the couch when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” You yelled from your spot.

“Hey you,” Seth said with a warm smile.

“Well if it isn’t Mr. Architect himself,” You teased.

Seth sauntered over to the couch, you lifted your legs up so he could sit. When he was seated you dropped your legs into his lap.

“I heard your match got canceled tonight,” Seth said.

“Yeah, I guess Alicia is being treated for an injury and they don’t think she’ll be able to compete,” You explained.

“Sorry about that,” Seth apologized, you shrugged.

“Are you going they going to assign you a tag team for the mixed gender matches?” You asked.

“I don’t know they haven’t told me one or way another,” Seth answered.

“Well, who would you want as your partner?” You asked.

Seth gave you a look. “You really have to ask?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m not a mind reader,” You pointed out.

Seth chuckled. “Right, well I would want you as my partner,”

“Awe you’d want little ole me?” You teased and Seth rolled his eyes.

“Are you really that shocked?” Seth asked.

“I mean you do spend a lot of time following Alexa around,” You pointed out.

Seth scoffed. “Please, I like Alexa, but she’s half the talent you are,”

You could tell by the tone of his voice and the look on his face that he was completely serious.

“Hey, Seth?” You said breaking the silence.

“Hmm?” Seth hummed as his eyes focused on the television.

“Can I ask you something?” You said.

“Of course you can,” Seth replied.

“Do you have a favorite memory of us?” You asked him.

“Jesus, where to start? We’ve started at NXT together,” Seth said.

“We do have a lot of great memories together,” You agreed with a soft smile.

“You know if I have to choose just one it has to be my last birthday. I was really upset about not being able to make it home and my family couldn’t make it out to the show, but you made it all worthwhile,” Seth said.

“Seth I didn’t do anything too spectacular,” You said.

“To me it was. Y/n, you made me a cake from scratch, surprised me with happy birthday wishes from my family, and binged watched my favorite cheesy movies with me, and surprising me with my favorite album on record,” Seth said.

You shrugged. “You’re one of my best friends Seth,”

“Don’t say you would do it for anybody, I mean yes to a degree for any of your friends you would go above and beyond, but this one was different. I’ll never forget that birthday,” Seth explained.

There was a knock on the door and then Roman was popping his head in.

“Hi sweetheart,” Roman grinned.

“Hey Ro,” You smiled.

“Sorry to break up your little cuddle time, but I need my partner for our match,” Roman said.

“Oh, I guess you can have him,” You said lifting your legs so Seth could go join his friend.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Seth said.

“Definitely. Good luck out there,” You smiled and then Roman shut the door behind them.

Sighing, you stood and quickly left your locker room. You weaved your way through the halls back to the twins’ locker room. You knocked once before entering.

“You both suck,” You pouted before plopping down across their laps on the couch.

The twins laughed.

“Have you made up your mind yet?” Brie asked.

You let out an annoyed huff.

“Close your eyes and look down real deep. Your heart will tell who is the right one,” Nikki whispered as she started to braid your hair. Closing your eyes you thought about Finn and your memories with him and then picturing Seth and all of the memories with him. You took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Yes, my choice is...”

Now this is where you decide, is your happy ending with Seth or with Finn.

Seth’s Ending Finn’s Ending

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keplercryptids · 6 years

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Chapter 1: cumulus

Magnus falls in love with Julia a thousand times.

He falls in love with her the first night they talk until the suns rise. He falls in love with her hands: the way they tuck a curl behind her ear as effortlessly as they hoist a ladder. He falls in love with her when they’re feeding ducks at the park. A few mallards pick on the smallest one in the flock, and it makes Julia cry. “I don’t know why,” she says as she wipes her face. “Sometimes I just get like this.” And he wraps his arms around her, loving her more than he did a minute ago.

He’s young, but he never knew love could be like this. Constant growth, an expansion without end. His heart grows kinder and braver and better every day he spends with her.

He falls in love with her when he asks her to marry him, and she replies, “Shit, really?”

Laughing, he asks, “Is that a yes?” and she throws her arms around his neck.

“You’re twenty,” his mother says later, as he and Julia share the news. “Are you sure you’re ready for marriage, Magnus?”

He smiles. He’s sure.

He falls in love with her on their wedding day, underneath the gazebo that he and her father built. They say “I do” at twilight, just as the fireflies start winking and waltzing around them. Later, under the lantern-light, after they’ve eaten and danced their fill, Magnus gives Julia a wooden duck. “I carved it right after our date in the park,” he says.

She kisses him. “Your love makes me better,” she says, and—learning that it’s true for her, too—he falls in love with her again.

It’ll be a difficult two months, they know. But the money is too good to turn down. It’s the kind of money Magnus never dreamed of making; the kind of money that could turn their life around. He and Julia sit at the kitchen table, reading over the contract from the Institute. “How exactly did you get this job?” she teases, but Magnus knows it’s an honest question, one he’s asked himself many times.

“Apparently, the ship runs on the bonds of the crew,” he explains, shooting her a cheesy grin. “And I guess I just get along with everybody. I’m so damn lovable.”

“Well, I already knew that,” she says, smiling.

So they agree. Magnus will go into space for a couple months. He’ll come home with a vault-load of gold, and they’ll start over. They’ll build a cabin in the mountains. They’ll raise goats. They’ll get a few hound dogs, and they’ll start a family.

Magnus won’t let himself cry at the take-off point. It’s just two months, he thinks repeatedly. Julia walks him to the gangplank, and he squeezes her hands tightly, memorizing the feel of them, the weight of them in his. Tears glisten in her eyes, but she’s smiling. “I’m proud of you,” she says.

“I’m gonna miss you like crazy,” he tells her.

“I know. Kick some alien ass for me.”

He laughs. “I told you, that isn’t in the job description.”

“Head security officer on a spaceship, Mags? Sounds like you’ll be beating up aliens to me.”

He kisses her. “I love you, Jules.”

“Love you too. Now hurry up, before it starts raining.” She glances up at the darkening sky. An eerily motionless storm has been building overhead all morning. Later, Magnus will think the storm is what made him step onto the ship. If it had been a beautiful day, he might have stayed. If the suns had been shining down on them, warm and golden, he might not have had the strength to go. But with the threat of an approaching storm, and the way the color seems to be bleeding out of the world, as if it’s pining for them, already—he moves quickly toward the Starblaster. He glances back at Julia right before he steps inside.

It’s the last time Magnus will see her alive.

But it’s not the last time he’ll see her.

As he stands on the deck of the ship to watch their ascent, he expects to think of Julia’s hands, strong and warm. He expects to think of goats and gazebos and babies with jet-black curls.

Instead, he stands beside six people he barely knows, and he watches his world get destroyed. Tendrils of darkness shoot down from the sky. The captain’s hands are white-knuckled on the wheel as he maneuvers the ship around the columns, flying higher, higher. The storm thickens as they retreat, completely obscuring the planet within a few minutes. Magnus hears someone sobbing quietly nearby, and he thinks nothing. His mind is blank. Numb.

He turns to the captain. Words leave his mouth, coming from nowhere. “Go back.”

“I can’t get hold of the Institute,” Davenport says, as if talking to himself. His fingers are twisting the communication dials, a stony expression locked on his face.

Magnus walks over, grabs the gnome’s shoulder, giving him one quick shake. “Land,” he says.

“We don’t know what that thing is,” Davenport retorts. “There’s no way I’m flying straight into—”

“My wife is back there.” Magnus doesn’t recognize his own voice. It tears itself from his throat like a wild animal bursting free from a trap.

“We’ve all got people we care about, pal,” Davenport snaps, and he looks angry now. “If I can’t get hold of the Institute to confirm—”

“Fuck you,” Magnus snarls, and he cocks his fist. Suddenly, he’s being grabbed, yanked backwards. The Bluejeans guy and one of the elves—he can’t tell them apart yet—grab him by the arms. Merle grabs his legs. It takes all three of them to hold him back.

“I’m calling it,” Davenport says. He’s not shouting, he doesn’t even sound angry anymore, but his tone is final. Resolute. “We’re leaving.” He looks at Magnus, still fighting, struggling against the hands that hold him. “We’ll go back when it’s safe,” he says. “We’ll regroup, and we’ll go back.”

Magnus hounds Davenport for weeks. He has no interest in the animal planet, the language that Barry and the twins are learning, or the light of creation. He only cares about getting back to Julia.

Every day, for weeks, is the same. He wakes up early and approaches the captain with a rigid command. “Try again.”

Davenport sighs. “We keep trying and nothing changes,” he says. “We can’t leave. It’s not gonna work, Magnus.”

“Try. Again.”

Davenport humors him for awhile: taking off and landing a few minutes later when the sky gives them no purchase. Finally, though, he makes another executive decision. “We’ll leave when we’re able to,” he says, “but I’m not wasting fuel and time trying every day. I’m sorry.” Magnus doesn’t say a word. He retreats to his bunk. He only participates in teamwork if he’s asked. Otherwise, he keeps to himself.

One evening that year, he’s called to a meeting so they can discuss what they’ve learned so far.

“The animals have these idols,” Taako explains. “We think they’re real, y’know, actual living creatures. But it’s possible they’re just—well, the mongoose equivalent of a metaphor.”

“There’s an owl that represents wisdom,” Lup continues, “a wolf that represents instinct, and a bear that represents power. If anybody knows about the light of creation, we think it’s probably them.” She glances at Barry, who nods in agreement.

Magnus clears his throat. “You said there’s a power bear?” Lup nods. He stands up, clapping his hands. “Let’s go then,” he says.

They all look at him with surprise. Magnus hasn’t left the ship much. He’s hardly left his bunk. There are long stretches where nobody sees him, and until now, he has seemed perfectly content to let that continue.

“I think that’s a good idea,” Davenport says carefully. “We can learn a little bit more about this world, at least.”

“Whatever,” Magnus says. “I just wanna fight that bear.”

What is strength?

Strength is not leaving. Strength is never giving an inch. Refusing to budge.

What does strength mean, Magnus?

Strength means staying put.

The bear’s paw comes down like a meteor, clobbering him in the shoulder, sending him reeling and gasping in pain. As if to prove him wrong. As if to tell him, You need to move sometimes.

But Magnus can’t. He’s stuck. And the lesson about asking for help misses its mark. Needing help is pointless when the only person who can help him, who can erase his scars with a touch of her hand, can’t reach him. Isn’t here. Might be dead.

When the Hunger descends on this world—when the columns of darkness plummet down from the sky—Magnus actually sighs with relief. As if he’s been waiting for it to happen, just biding time until this world fell apart, too. Except now, he does what he didn’t do for Julia. He stays, tries to help. He scoops up wolf puppies as the rest of the crew takes off running toward the ship. He watches them go, but he won’t make the same mistake twice. He won’t leave.

With a pup under each arm, he starts running toward the nearest cliff-face, searching for a cave, a den, any shelter at all—and that’s when it happens. A black column, flickering inside with opalescent light, slams down right next to him. He barely dodges out of the way in time, and then he sees her.

Julia steps toward him. She looks different, of course. Her body is made out of shadow, her black hair swirling unnaturally around her head. Her eyes are dark, sunken, with pupils that flash bright blue, then green, then red. She looks different, but Magnus would know her in any form. He’d sense her even if he was unconscious, dreaming.

She comes closer, silent and spectral. He stops running. He forgets himself entirely. The moment of his first death is spent reaching, fingers straining, trying to touch his wife’s face.

When he opens his eyes to find himself on the Starblaster, in the exact spot where this nightmare began, he unleashes cusses at everyone in sight. He relishes how the relief on their faces turns to confusion, then sadness.

“Fuck all of you,” he says. “It’s your fault I left her. Twice. It’s this damn ship’s fault. It’s this whole fucking mission. Fuck it. I’m done.”

But of course, he can’t be.

The next cycle, he’s utterly useless until the year approaches its end. He almost never leaves his bunk; he only speaks when spoken to. But a week before the anniversary of Julia’s death, he emerges. He starts going outside regularly to look up at the sky. He waits for an apocalypse the same way some children await Candlenights.

As soon as the sky darkens and the landscape drains of its color, Magnus launches himself off the ship. Lup and Davenport try to stop him. They grab the back of his jacket, but he wriggles out of it and runs. He keeps running until he sees the Starblaster streak off into the sky, and then he stops. He stands still and waits for his wife.

He finally sees her, in the final moment before he dies. “Julia!” he screams, but the shadows seem to absorb the sound. Julia doesn’t react, doesn’t even look. Then darkness takes him.

And then he’s back on the ship. He punches the nearest wall, breaks two of his fingers, and won’t let Merle heal them.

His grief and the Hunger become interchangeable in his mind. He can’t separate the two. A few cycles pass before Barry suggests that he leave with them this time, that he occasionally try to avoid death. “We don’t know what ramifications all this dying will have on us,” Barry points out.

Magnus nods. But when the end of the year comes, he takes up his regular position outside, in the open, where the pillars of Hunger deposit their ghosts. Looking for Julia. Waiting for the end as his friends fly away. He can’t escape the stranglehold of his grief. It follows him everywhere; he can’t step onto a spaceship and leave it behind.

He doesn’t always see Julia in the Hunger. Most of the time, he doesn’t even glimpse her through the army of shadows, the descending darkness, the thick twisting tendrils filled with shifting light. But he doesn’t stay to see her. He stays as penance. He stays because this is how Julia died. The Hunger was the last thing she ever saw. What right does he have to avoid it?

He’ll die ninety-seven times this way. The one and only time he returns to the ship is while clutching a baby jellyfish to his chest, humming under his breath as he runs, dodging ghosts.

On the robot planet, he stands next to Lup in front of the soul crystal. He faces the others with clenched fists, a twitching muscle in his jaw.

“This doesn’t feel right,” Lup tells them.

Taako throws up his hands in frustration. “Why am I always the only pragmatist with you people? This world is boned!” he says.

“Go fuck yourself, Taako,” Magnus tells him. “We’re not doing this. We don’t destroy worlds. Not ever.”

And when Lup points out that they don’t know what happens to the consumed worlds, that she’s holding out hope they can reverse what the Hunger does, Magnus breaks down and hugs her.

“Maybe Julia gets regenerated each time, too,” Lucretia says to him one evening, quietly, after the others have gone to bed. Her white hair has spilled out of its usual bun, and she looks tired. She hasn’t aged, not technically. But over the past forty cycles, they all look older. He and Lucretia, the babies of the crew, most of all.

With a jolt, Magnus realizes he’s been with his new family ten times longer than he was with Julia.

He nods at Lucretia, saying nothing. If what she says is true, even more reason for him to face the Hunger each year. As many times as it takes. If Julia has to, so should he.

(Towards the end of the century, as they plot how to defeat the Hunger once and for all, Magnus will take Lucretia’s side. He’ll prefer a shield over a weapon. They’ll both be overruled by their friends, but he’s not there. Not yet.)

Merle teaches him how to meditate. They sit, cross-legged and quiet, on the deck of the Starblaster each morning. The silence between them makes a sound Magnus is certain, after a few cycles, he’d recognize anywhere. Taako asks about the meals Julia used to make, and then cooks them regularly. He tweaks them until they’re as close to perfect as they’ll get. Lucretia writes down every detail Magnus shares about Julia. “Maybe someday, reading it back will help,” she tells him. Barry and Lup write a song they title “Jules,” a melancholy tune that lilts hopefully towards the end. They perform it for Magnus whenever he asks. And every so often, Davenport tries to fly home, accelerating uselessly toward the immovable stars, and Magnus knows this is mostly for him.

In other words, his friends develop ways of honoring Julia. The person Magnus loves. A person they’ll never meet.

Magnus carves wooden ducks for Fisher, and that’s a way to honor her, too. He honors her by getting out of bed on each new planet, trying to leave it better than he found it. Trying to keep it in one piece. Looking for the light of creation to minimize the death toll. He honors her by kicking alien ass, by pocketing sprigs of lavender whenever he finds them, by sacrificing himself.

He honors her by dying, as fruitless as it seems to be.

One cycle, Taako—who usually bolts back to the ship immediately when the Hunger arrives—stays with him. Stands next to him and looks up at the darkening sky with a surprising amount of patience.

“What’re you doing?” Magnus asks.

Taako smirks at him sideways and says, “You shouldn’t be the only one to die, my dude. Not every time.” Then he grabs Magnus’ hand and holds it tight as they wait for the wave of shadows to crash against them.

He finds new ways to fall in love with Julia.

He falls in love with her every time he carves a duck for Fisher. He falls in love with her when he stargazes with the twins, as they come up with ridiculous names for constellations, because he can imagine how this would have made Julia laugh. (That’s Turducken, Lup says. Over there is Gepetto’s Biggest Mistake, says Taako.) He falls in love with her when he leaps to the defense of someone weaker, someone he wants to protect. He falls in love with her each day that he’s forced to grieve, mourn, find a creative new way to honor her.

He even falls in love with her ghost, the glimpses he catches of it, marching in an army that stretches across the universe. At least he still gets to see her face, after all. That makes him luckier than most. He tries to love that luck, and the fact that he loved at all. He tries to hold onto his love, let it guide and shape him. He tries to love the places he ends up because of it.

And he still does penance. Nearly a century after losing his wife, Magnus still attempts to balance the scales.

His relic is about atonement. Most of the others aren’t very interested in the items they create; after all, they wield the very power that they imbue into their relics. Merle is already as connected to nature as he can be. Lup shoots fire out of her hands to light the stove in the morning. Davenport can build whole illusory cityscapes just for kicks. Barry’s skills helped him and Lup achieve actual eternal life. And Taako is the best transmutation wizard the universe has ever seen, or at least has the confidence of one. None of them are actually tempted by the objects they create.

It’s different for Magnus and Lucretia. Lucretia practiced for years to create a shield spell powerful enough to challenge the Hunger. It’s sacred, for her, this ability—and it’s one she can only wield with the help of the light of creation. It’s a Plan B, Magnus knows. A failsafe.

And Magnus—he deliberately creates an item that tempts him. An item that taunts him. An item that he’s dreamed of for a hundred years: control over time, the power to go back. All so he can resist it, refute it. This resistance, this atonement—it’s yet another way to honor Julia.

It’s taken nearly a century, but Magnus has accepted his path. The reason he left home, the reason Julia died, was so that the Hunger could be defeated and the multiverse could be saved. This reality brings him no comfort, no joy or pride. He doesn’t feel good about Fate. He merely tolerates it, lets it settle like cement inside him, the way truth often does.

The chalice is a reminder that no decision is easy. The chalice is a vow to Julia that he’ll never stop trying to do good. The chalice is a grieving husband, standing alone in a storm of shadows, choosing death because he can’t save his wife. The chalice pulls at him so that he can say, Yes, I want you. I remember. Thank you for reminding me. And then keep trudging along down this path.

A year passes. The Hunger doesn’t come. The relics wreak havoc on a world that isn’t theirs.

Lucretia comes to his room late one night. She doesn’t say hello when he opens the door, doesn’t say anything at all as she pushes past him. She’s buzzing with an unfamiliar energy, and it makes him nervous.

He’s come to think of Lucretia as a sister, as though they’re twins of a different kind. Not synchronous and mirrored, like Taako and Lup. Not half as celebratory in each other’s existence as that. But he and Lucretia share a quiet kinship all the same, a somber harmony with one another. So much of it is because of how the rest of the crew has seen them. How they’re still viewed as the babies of the group, while at the same time shouldering the heaviest burdens. Lucretia, to chronicle their lives, document their trials and triumphs, immortalize them so that maybe—just maybe—one day they’ll be remembered. And Magnus, to remember his wife. To make sure she’s never forgotten, at least by seven people in the universe. To carry the weight of her memory, all on his own.

As soon as he closes the door again, Lucretia turns to face him. “I have a plan.”

“Regarding…?”

“You know.” She stares, her gaze as intense as he’s ever seen it. “Taking back the relics. Putting up a shield. Starving the Hunger.”

Magnus thinks to argue, at first. They made a deal with the others. They got overruled. They’ve enacted this plan; they have to live with the consequences of it. But then he thinks about the war raging below. Just yesterday, another village was decimated. He thinks about the chalice. The way it haunts him. It was supposed to tempt him. He took for granted that it would tempt others. That it might actually be used. That it might be used and he will never know.

So instead of arguing, he hears himself say, “I can’t believe I put that cup into the world.”

And Lucretia is silent for a little while, before she blurts out, slightly breathless, “I kept the staff.”

Magnus inhales deeply, slowly. He feels the dizzying sensation of being on the cusp of something. Of teetering on a ledge with no way down but to jump. He has the briefest flash of a memory. Dark clouds overhead, a silver ship waiting. Warm hands in his. He exhales.

“Tell me your plan.”

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saulbaby · 6 years

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Chapter Sixty- One: Third Anniversary

Note- sorry for uploading on the wrong blog

Hey guys! Sorry this took so long to get out- I vow from here on out not to do party chapters anymore because the pictures are so hard to get it’s insane.

Okay- also, yesterday , August 18th, was the Aristocrat’s third year anniversary of existing! That’s wild, I don’t think I’ve ever stuck with anything that long. Anyways, enjoy!

Beatrice: “LUCKY! I need your help!”

Lucky: “Hey, mom, what’s up I’m about to head to work.”

Beatrice: “You can’t go to work, it’s Aristocrat Day! A new holiday just for us and we get the day off of work!”

Lucky: “I know I just have a few appointments this morning and then I’ll be back home.”

Beatrice: “You’re going to work? In your pajamas?”

Lucky: “They’re scrubs.”

Beatrice: “Just because the patient is a scrub doesn’t mean you don’t need to dress well.”

Lucky: “No, this is my uniform. Nobody’s hanging out the passenger side of his best friends ride. Okay- I really need to go.”

Beatrice: “You’re leaving me understaffed and under-appreciated, Lucky. I am your mother!”

Lucky: “Yeah, uh-huh. I’ll see you at the party.”

Beatrice: “Okay, but just make sure that you pick up the gift bags at the party shop on the way home!

Lucky: “Sure, no worries. See you tonight.”

Beatrice: “Useless, absolutely useless. Lorne! Come here and hold the ladder- and call the rest of our children to help me set up, since Lucky ditched us.”

Lorne: “I take it that means I’m not allowed to wander off until the party starts?”

Beatrice: “Do that and I swear I will divorce you.”

Lorne: “Very funny, dear.”

Beatrice: “I’m not joking.”

Lorne: “I know.”

Lucky: “Sorry I’m late.”

Courtney: “Heh, no worries, so is Mr. Rose.”

Lucky: “Then I guess it’s not an issue. Are all the machines warmed up?”

Courtney: “Yep- not that it needs to get any hotter!”

Lucky: “You can say that again. The rain didn’t make it any cooler, just more humid. Is it possible that my hair is even frizzier than normal?”

Courtney: “Mmm, nope, I don’t this that is possible.”

Lucky: “Oh, ha-ha.”

[Bzzzzttt]

Lucky: “What was that?”

Courtney: “I think the power went out.”

Lucky: “Does that mean we get to go home early?”

Courtney: “Yeah, I think it does. Want a ride to the party?”

Lucky: “Sure, I just have to get the gift bags on the way home. Let me just call Mr. Rose”

Courtney: “Uh- Lucky? Remember those really expensive cloud-based doors you made us get that hooked up to the rest of the office?”

Lucky: “Yeah?”

Courtney: “I think it just locked us in.”

Lucky: “Locked us in? That’s not possible, it can’t do that- can it do that?��

Courtney: “I dunno, ask that rude talking toilet upstairs if it can do that.”

Lucky: “I still don’t know why they made the control panel a toilet. Let me go check.”

Lucky: “The toilet is dead too.”

Courtney: “I tried calling customer service, the phones are down.”

Lucky: “Super. I guess we just have to wait out the storm.”

Courtney: “Or maybe just hope that your mom scares the storms away.”

Lucky: “Possibly, if she wasn’t holding the party at the old mansion in Oasis Springs.”

Courtney: “Oh.”

Lucky: “Yeah. We’re trapped. Did you try the windows yet?”

Courtney: “Yup.”

Beatrice: “Where in god’s name is Lucky I need those gift bags right now the party is starting! Everyone we know is invited! This is going to be a disaster!”

Lorne: “It’ll be amazing. It’ll just be a bunch of people drinking, throwing confetti, and giving gifts competitively. Nothing could ruin today! It’s our third birthday as a family!”

Milo: “Seriously, mom, it’ll be great.”

Beatrice: “I wish I could be that optimistic. Where the hell is Lucky?!”

Lorne: “Why don’t we just ask someone else to bring it?”

Beatrice: “Then we would have too many gift bags, Lorne. Do you really want that many gift bags? There are perishable items in there, Lorne. Do you want them to perish? Do you?’

Lorne: “Yes, that’s what I want.”

Courtney: “So…”

Lucky: “So?”

Courtney: “How’s Trip?”

Lucky: “Oh- he’s good, we just went camping last weekend.”

Courtney: “Camping? I thought you hated camping.”

Lucky: “I’m...figuring it out. Still finding twigs in my hair, though.”

Courtney: “Or you could do what I do- not go camping.”

Lucky: “Sure, sure- Emily doesn’t make you do anything annoying on weekends?”

Courtney: “I mean...would you consider going hiking with a bunch of cats on leashes annoying?”

Lucky: “Yes. I would think that. You’re a dog person, anyways.”

Courtney: “That I am. Even more so since I’ve put sunscreen on a cat.”

Lucky: “A hairless cat?”

Courtney: “...no. A regular one. A lot of regular ones.”

Lucky: “Yikes.”

~~~~~~~

Lucky: “So then, I said ‘where’s my pencil!’”

Courtney: “Ha!!”

Lucky: “Yeah, so that’s the story of the time our teen chapter was almost the Breakfast Club.”

Courtney: “Why’d it get scrapped?”

Lucky: “Oh, because we refused to dance in sync. Sad, but true.”

Courtney: “Devastating.”

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Lucky: “So the seven of llamas is worth less than the five of gnomes? That doesn’t make any sense.”

Courtney: “That’s how we played it at camp, so, camp rules, I’m afraid.”

Lucky: “Oh, BS.”

Courtney: “What are you gonna do? Look it up?”

Lucky: “I wouldn’t have to look it up if you had kept the little card with all the rules on it like a normal person..”

Courtney: “Tsk tsk- so critical, but which one of us had a pack of cards available in case of emergencies?”

Lorne: “Okay, people are arriving for the party. I haven’t been able to get a hold of Lucky, but otherwise, we’re looking great!”

Beatrice: “How can you say such a thing? When Taffy went out to get decorations, she only got foundation banners! This house doesn’t even have a foundation? What the hell am I supposed to do with these banners, Lorne? Huh? The friezes are naked.”

Lorne: “Good for them, it is hot.”

Beatrice: “Is this all a joke to you? This is a landmark occasion!”

Lorne: “I know that, my love, but one of our listed holiday activities is drinking and I am a world renowned mixologist- how about you let me cheer up the party by getting everybody heroically drunk?”

Beatrice: “What would I do without you, Lorne?”

Lorne: “You’ll never find out, m’dear. I’m planning on us going out like your Grandpa Thaddeus and Glamma Clementine- synchronized, in the middle of a party, in the smallest room of the house, blocking the door.”

Beatrice: “That is so romantic. Not this party, though, this party has to go perfectly, do you understand? If you die at this party, I’ll kill you.”

Lorne: “Yes ma’am.”

Zuri: “How have you guys been?”

Two: “Excellent, adopted mother. The infant is purple, but not an alien.”

Zuri: “Well, that’s fun. Prue- is being a real vampire again fun?”

Prue: “Not as fun as a purple baby- I bet.”

Patty: “Bea! How are you, dear?”

Beatrice: “You- but- you’re so- how are you still so young.?!”

Patty: “Resurrection, darling. You look...great. Like a fine wine.”

Beatrice: “One more word and you’ll be getting a glass of wine in your face. Nice pantsuit.”

Patty: “I know, right?”

Milo: “So...Great-Glampa and great uncle? Is that right?”

Wolfgang: “At this point, who the hell knows. Just drink and try not to call anybody by the wrong name.”

Beatrice: “Dad?!”

Ivan: “Oh...shit...I don’t think so. I’m not that old.”

Beatrice: “No- we came from the future- remember?”

Ivan: “No?”

Beatrice: “This is so weird- I haven’t seen you since you abandoned us with a wealthy stranger with a bitchy daughter!”

Ivan: “That sounds like something I would do, let’s be real here.”

Eliza: “So...stole my hair, huh Meg?”

“Heh, uh...my hair looks like this now, though. So…”

Eliza: “What’s with the little metal glove.”

“...summer soldier.”

Eliza: “God damnit”

Trip: “Excuse me, have you seen Lucky? We were supposed to go camping after this party, but I can’t find her.”

Emily: “Oh, I love camping! My cats and I go all the time.”

Trip: “You know, if you’re doing that out in the sun it’s really important to put sun-”

Emily: “-screen.”

Milo: “Weird.”

Beatrice: “Charles! How are you!”

Charles: “Good- still blonde, even though I’m old.”

Beatrice: “I’ve been thinking about you recently. Remember bachelorette? Good times...I’ve been watching that show and you’re lucky I was the girl they just left the guy in the chicken suit in the desert after he fell off a bunk bed onto his face.”

Charles: “What...really?”

Beatrice: “Really. It was awesome. How about a hug- for old times?”

Beatrice: “You’re still so strong. Nuh-uh- no letting go. Just another second.”

Lucky: “Man it is still raining hard out there. Looks like we’re going to miss the party.”

Courtney: “That’s too bad- I know you were looking forward to it”

Lucky: “It’s not that important. Would’ve been nice to see everybody though- Meghan resurrected Aunt Patty for this. I guess we’ll see her around.”

Courtney: “If we’re not going to make it, I should at least give you your gift.”

Lucky: “You didn’t have to get me anything! What is it? Gimme!”

Courtney: “Very modest.”

Lucky: “It’s...what is it?”

Courtney: “It’s- heh- it’s your hat. When we met your hat flew off into the ocean- I was walking Peaches a few days later and it had washed up on the beach. It’s super gross, I know, I’ve been trying to clean it for like a month but it just wouldn’t- oh!”

Lucky: “Sorry!”

Courtney: “Don’t apologize!”

Lucky: “I just...can’t believe you remembered at all. I’m not used to people actually listening when I go on about things.”’

Courtney: “Really? I feel like I remember most things that you’ve said to me. Though- um, I guess I might not remember if I forgot them. Besides- that was how we met. I wasn’t going to forget that.”

Lucky: “Thank you, Courtney. I mean it.”

Courtney: “Of course. You’re special to me, Lucky.”

Lucky: “You’re...special to me too.”

Courtney: “Heh, well, ahem….this rain is never going to let up is it?”

Lucky: “I’m not sure I mind so much, anymore.”

Natasha: “Time for presents everyone!”

Beatrice: “Okay, everyboy has the perfect gift- but no gift bags! This is a disaster!”

Milo: “A moustache trimmer and a whistle in case I get kidnapped again. Thanks mom. Dusty- what’d you get?”

Dusty: “A cage for my alien baby in case it can float! Thanks mom!”

Natalia: “Even darker sunglasses! I won’t be able to see anything in these I love it!”

Zuri: “A box of spiders? Awesome!”

Natasha: “Is this… it’s just a piece of paper that says attention. I think this is for you, Bea.”

Beatrice: “Thanks mom. That’s really sweet I guess. Here’s your real present.”

Natasha: “Ah, the Aristocrat! Fifteen maraschino cherries with aspirin ground up along the rim.”

Lorne: “Happy Aristocrat Day, m’dear. My gift to you- a single rose. Like all those ones you gave to me when I won the bachelorette.”

Beatrice: “That’s very sweet, but also kind of a weak present. But sweet.”

Lorne: “Well, I also saved your party.”

Beatrice: “I guess you did.”

Lorne: “Also, I knew you were complaining that your jewelry drawer wouldn’t close, so I didn’t get you any earrings- I just got you this bag of loose diamonds.”

Beatrice: “*weeping* I love you so much, Lorne!”

Lorne: “Oh, and one more thing, I found the perfect thing to give out instead of the gift bags that Lucky never brought.”

Beatrice: “What?”

Lorne: “Honey, honey! From all the bees we have!”

Beatrice: “Bees?”

Lorne: “Bees!

Thanks for reading! At the beginning of generation nine and the third year anniversary of the Aristocrat Legacy (August 18th) I just wanted to say thank you for sticking with it, even though I’m like 40% suspicious that nobody reads it but I like to think somebody is. I went back and reread almost all of it and I must say I was pretty proud of myself for how actually funny I found a lot of it (not all of it, mind you, but enough of it to be proud)- I don’t have a lot of platforms to deliver my dumb funny stories so thank you to boolprop for being that platform for me and letting me imagine that I made some people laugh. Thanks for reading!

#sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #legacy challenge

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marypsue · 7 years

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Blood Brothers

I’m also on AO3 as MaryPSue!

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It’s 3am (probably; time moves a little differently in the space between planes) onboard the Starblaster when Magnus turns to Taako (who is facedown on the table and has been for the last half hour) and says, “We should make a blood pact.”

It’s the first thing he’s said in that half hour that actually gets Taako to raise his head off the table. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at Magnus with a blank expression.

“Y’know, Barry and Lup have their lich thing, and that’s super cool and all, I don’t want in on that, but...I think we should do something too. Kind of like that. So we all have some kind of connection.”

Taako keeps staring for a long moment, and Magnus is just starting to think that maybe he’s actually asleep and elves just have a super weird version of sleepwalking that includes not moving and staring blankly at people, when he opens his mouth and says, “We’re magically bound to an interplanar starship that literally runs on our interpersonal connections, my dude.”

“Yeah, I know, I just...” Magnus shrugs, twirling his mug of beer on the table. The last plane had had some really good breweries. He hopes some of them survived. “I thought it’d be nice if we could...make it official? Like, something we did on purpose, instead of just found out about after we ran away from the total destruction of our home.”

Taako looks down at his own mug, which has been empty for the last half hour.

“Yeah, sure,” he says, finally. “Let’s do it, big guy.”

...

Lucretia’s out cold and won’t wake up no matter how many times Magnus yells “MAGNUS!” in her ear, Cap’nport’s still not talking to anybody or leaving the wheel after the narrow escape on the last plane, Lup set Taako’s hat on fire when he tried to wake her up, Merle’s back in his bunk with one of the hops plants they’d taken from the last plane (and nobody wants to walk in on whatever’s going on in there), and Barry, when they wake him up, says, “Isn’t sharing blood kind of unhygienic?”, so in the end it’s just Taako and Magnus sitting on the floor of the Starblaster’s kitchen with a mound of towels and Magnus’ grandfather’s knife.

“This better not scar,” Taako warns Magnus, conjuring a little flame on the tip of one finger. Magnus runs the blade through it, sterilizing it, and then presses it to the tip of his left index finger. “Maybe I like you enough to be your blood brother, but I definitely don’t like you enough to permanently mar my beautiful visage for you.”

“I’m not cutting open your face,” Magnus says. “Here, gimme your hand.”

Taako makes a big fuss when Magnus cuts open the pad of his finger, but once it’s done he just stares at the bead of blood oozing up like he doesn’t know what to do with it.

“So what do we do with this now, hombre?” he asks, and Magnus realises he hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“I think we just kinda smear them together?” he says.

Taako shrugs, and holds out his hand. “Do your worst.”

...

It’s a few nights after their ordeal in that monumental dickhead Lucas’ lab that Magnus says, out of nowhere, “We should make a blood pact.”

“A wait, a what now?” Taako asks, putting down his magazine. Maybe he misheard - he was pretty absorbed in the latest runway collections from Neverwinter, he’d kill for those holographic go-go boots from Bitsey Baggins’ pre-spring, when will Fantasy Costco ever -

“A blood pact?” Magnus repeats. “Like where you swap blood, and then you -”

“I know what a blood pact is, homie,” Taako says. He glances over at Merle, who looks pretty much as unimpressed by this idea as Taako is. “Why?”

Magnus shrugs. “Y’know, we’ve been through a lot together, and...I’ve never had a brother, so maybe I’m talking out my ass, but I think if I did, he couldn’t be better than you guys.”

Taako blinks.

“Wow, that’s actually, genuinely sweet of you,” he says. “And I’m still not helping you smuggle a dog onto the moon. You want a cat, maybe we can talk, but I’m not keeping a secret dog in this room.”

“What? No!” Magnus says, sounding offended. “I mean, yeah, it would be cool if you guys would be chill with a dog - but I’m not trying to butter you up. I actually think we should do something cool to symbolise our bond.”

“You go right on ahead,” Merle says, scooping up his pyjamas in both arms - the meat one and the tree one. “I’m going to bed.”

“Aww, Merle,” Magnus whines, like a little kid, and Merle shakes his head.

“Nope. Last time I let you near me with a bladed weapon -” He doesn’t finish the sentence, just waves his tree arm, nearly dropping his pyjamas in the process.

“I saved your life!” Magnus shouts, just as Merle yells, “You cut my freakin’ arm off!”

Taako sighs, and picks his magazine back up.

...

He waits until Merle and Magnus are actually in bed and the lights are all off. The glowy stars that Magnus stuck to the ceiling of their room let off a soft, soothing light, not enough to see by, just enough for Taako to stare at, to feel that calming sense of familiarity wash over him. He’s not sure why, but something about those stupid plastic glow-in-the-dark stars makes this big, elegant, maybe-a-little-overwhelming-sometimes room feel more like home.

“You know,” he says, before he can think better of it, still staring at the ceiling, “I’ve never had any siblings either, but if I did, I’d definitely want them to be like you guys.”

He immediately regrets it when Magnus makes That Noise that he makes whenever anyone mentions puppies. “Aww, Taako, that’s -”

“Never to be repeated outside this room,” Taako interrupts. “But if you really want to do this stupid blood pact thing...aw, fuck it. Why not, right? The worst that can happen is we’ll both get fantasy tetanus.”

“Yes!” Magnus all but shouts. There’s a bump and a crash that makes Taako flinch, and then the lights all blaze on.

“Magnus,” Merle grumbles.

“C’mon, Merle! Taako’s doing it!” Magnus rummages through his armour, sitting on the trunk nearest his bed, opening a pouch and pulling out his grandfather’s knife. “You don’t want Taako to be braver than you, do you?”

“Hey, I resemble that remark,” Taako says, but he pushes the covers back and rolls reluctantly out of bed. “This better not take too long or I’m going to fall asleep in the middle of it,” he warns Magnus, who’s beaming ear to ear as he approaches with the knife.

“Last chance, Merle!” Magnus says, ignoring Taako.

Merle shakes his head. “You boys have fun, I’m sitting this one out. And I’d appreciate it if you’d put the lights out and let me sleep.”

“It’ll just be a minute,” Magnus promises. “Hey, Taako, can you whip up a fireball or something? I gotta sterilize this, the last time I used it was to carve that duck.”

Taako holds out a hand, conjures a ball of fire a few inches above the palm. Magnus passes the knife through it, and Taako closes his hand into a fist, extinguishing the fireball.

“This better not scar,” he says, holding out his hand, and then blinks. Magnus is looking at him strangely. He feels kind of strange himself.

“Man, I wish Pringles were here,” Magnus says, finally, and the world spins right on its axis.

“What, you want to make Pringles part of our blood pact?” Taako says, pressing his free hand to his chest while Magnus carefully, gingerly slices open the pad of his index finger. “Y’know, my dude, maybe I don’t want to do this after all.”

“No, no!” Magnus says, grabbing Taako’s hand and drawing the knife across his index finger as well. There’s a momentary sting, and Taako hisses in a breath.

“What, are you trying to take my arm off, too?”

“I tried to warn you!” Merle says, from his bunk, muffled by his pillow.

Magnus just grins, and presses his bleeding index finger against Taako’s. “Blood brothers!” he says, beaming, and Taako can’t help but smile himself.

“Blood brothers,” he agrees.

...

Merle refuses to heal their cuts, pretending to be asleep instead (complete with totally over-the-top fake snoring), and Taako’s never bothered learning much healing magic and would rather not accidentally turn his best f- Magnus into a towering column of living, seething flesh by accident, so he bandages them up instead.

He’s washing out the cut on Magnus’ finger when he notices the thin white line of scar tissue right next to it. “Did you seriously get such a deep paper cut that it scarred?” he jokes, pressing his finger against it.

Magnus looks down, and frowns. “I...don’t remember,” he says, slow, then grabs Taako’s hand. “Hey, you’ve got one too.”

“What? No, my man, I’ve definitely never been stupid enough to -” Taako starts, and then looks, really looks at his hand.

Sure enough, right beside the fresh cut that Magnus had made, there’s a single, neat, precise white line of scar tissue. Somehow he’s never noticed it before.

As soon as he looks away, the memory of what he was just looking at slips out of his grasp.

“Better wrap that up,” he says, to Magnus, with the unpleasant sensation that he’s just lost the thread of an important conversation. “Fantasy infections are serious business, my dude. And I may be naturally gifted in the appearance department, but you need your beauty sleep.”

Magnus just keeps staring at his hand.

“Yeah,” he says, finally. “Yeah. You’re right.”

...

For some reason, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars doesn’t bring the same comfort tonight as it usually does.

Taako still lies awake, staring, until the rosy glow of sunrise starts to fill the stateroom.

#the adventure zone #this is mary's fic tag

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kittykat-creations · 7 years

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Coming Out

Bella comes out to Fiddleford as genderfluid. He’s the only one in the school that switches what pronouns he uses depending on what she wants.

Bella comes out to Fiddleford as bigender instead. He begins to use gender-neutral terms all the time and switches between male pronouns and female pronouns. She’s no longer like a sister to him, she’s like a sibling.

Bella comes out to Stan and Ford as bigender. They don’t get it at first, but she’s so upset about losing them as friends that they assure her, they don’t mind that she isn’t a girl.

Bella comes out to Ms. Pines as bigender. She’s a lot more understanding that Bella thought she would be. Most older people don’t understand nonbinary genders. Bella is ecstatic when Mabel starts greeting tours with “Ladies, gentlemen, and other nonbinary terms!”

Bella comes out to Fiddleford as biromantic. They start talking about how cute girls are, even if they both have boyfriends already. There’s even more gay jokes than before. Fiddleford makes her a rainbow flower crown.

Bella comes out to Stan and Ford as biromantic. She assures Stan that she still loves him. Ford is amused that Stan is the only straight one in their group. Eventually Bella asks Stan if they can be in a polyamorous relationship, since there was a cute girl at school she wanted to ask out. He happily consents.

Bella comes out to Mabel as biromantic. Mabel knits her a rainbow sweater for Christmas. Bella loves it and even though she can’t wear it because of how it feels, she keeps it hung up for everyone to see in her room.

Fiddleford comes out to Bella as bisexual. He’s nervous. Bella assures him that she loves him just the same. They’re best friends! Why would she care that he likes boys and girls? Love is love!

Fiddleford comes out to Ford as bisexual. It’s more of a slip. Mentioning that his ex-crush had been a boy. Immediately he’s scared that the other boy will be disgusted or even hate him. He’s not disgusted and he certainly doesn’t hate him.

Fiddleford comes out to Stan as bisexual. Stan noticed that he had been eyeing his brother for awhile. Stan confronted him and asked if he was gay too. Fiddleford told him that he was bisexual. Stan is ecstatic to find a potential love interest for Ford.

Fiddleford comes out to Ms. Pines as bisexual. He doesn’t mean to, really. He had gotten a bit careless with watching Ford while on duty. He couldn’t keep the dopey, lovestruck look off his face. Ms. Pines noticed. She seemed to figure it out on her own.

Stanford comes out to Stan as gay. It’s a nerve-wracking experience and he regrets saying it the moment the words left his lips, followed by silence from his brother. He’s scared that Stan won’t love him anymore, that he’d value what their father taught them over his own twin. Luckily, Ford’s wrong.

Stanford comes out to Fiddleford as gay. It barely registers in his mind that he’s doing it. He’s just so excited to find someone else like him, so happy to know that he isn’t the only one, he just blurts it out, he’s gay too. Fiddleford seems extremely happy. Ford understands; he feels the same way.

Stanford comes out to Bella as gay. The first thing she does is make a gay joke, but it makes Ford a bit more nervous than relaxed. He gets a bit upset, saying that telling her that was hard, and she just laughed? But Bella realizes that, shit, she made a mistake, and assures him that she doesn’t mind, her best friend is gay, she’s there for him.

Stanford comes out to Mabel as gay. It’s almost the scariest one he’s done. If she isn’t accepting, he knows that he could possibly be kicked out, or sent back to New Jersey, and he’d spend the rest of the summer without Stan and without ever finding out who the author is. Luckily, she’s super supportive. She even makes him a rainbow sweater! Ford nearly sobs.

Stanford comes out to Bella as asexual. Or rather, she helps him come out to himself. She gives him the term, helps him put a name to a feeling. Promises that it’s normal, he’s not even more of a freak, that he’s not the only one who doesn’t want to have sex, ever.

Stanford comes out to Fiddleford as asexual. He’s scared. He’s scared that Fiddleford won’t want to be his boyfriend anymore. It always took him awhile, but Ford noticed the innuendos Fiddleford would make. He wants to have sex. Ford doesn’t. And, apparently, Fiddleford is fine with that! He assures Ford that he’ll love him no matter what. Ford is relieved beyond belief.

Stanford comes out to Stan as asexual. He tells him it’s why he never understands sex jokes, why he always gets uncomfortable when the subject comes up, why he’s not like most teenagers in that aspect. He doesn’t feel sexual attraction, and he never wants to have sex. Stan shrugs and tells him hey, whatever floats your boat, man.

Stanford comes out to Mabel as asexual. It’s right before the Gravity Falls pride parade. He asks her to make him an asexual sweater instead of a gay one. She complies, and knits him a rainbow beanie as well, to show off both of his orientations.

Bonus!

Dipper comes out to Mabel as transsexual. He doesn’t even think about it. She’s with him when he finds the term. He’s a boy, not a girl. Her brother, not her sister. Of course she accepts him. She loves him more than anybody. They share an awkward sibling hug. Dipper gets stuck on the word ‘sibling’, which had, in a matter of seconds, replaced ‘sister’.

Dipper comes out to his parents as transsexual. He has to educate them a bit. They accept it, but they don’t understand it. They let him cut his hair and wear boy’s clothes. Dipper is eternally grateful.

Dipper comes out to Candy as transsexual. She has every right to know why she has to room with a boy. He expects her to scoff, maybe complain about being stuck with the tomboy to top all tomboys, or even demand a new roommate, refuse to bunk with a freak like him. Instead, she smiles and understands, is supportive like no one ever had been before. Except... for Mabel.

Dipper doesn’t have the chance to come out to his nephews and their friends as transgender. They had found his journal, the journal he had foolishly written about it in. Luckily, even after knowing that he had been born female, they greet him with male pronouns and his preferred name. He’s safe, he’s accepted, he’s supported. They’re with him when he finally gets breast removal surgery, when he finally gets bottom surgery, when he finally starts taking male hormones, which deepen his voice and allow him to grow chest and facial hair. They’re there for him, every step of the way.

#gravity falls #relativity falls #stanley pines #stanford pines #fiddleford mcgucket #bella mccreary #dipper pines #mabel pines #gay stanford #asexual stanford #trans dipper #bisexual fiddleford #I couldn't mention it because it would ruin the way it's written but #mabel in the GF pride parade walks with a sign that says 'I love my gay ace great nephew'#and fidds walks with a sign that says 'I love my asexual boyfriend and there's nothing you can do about it'#ford just feels so loved and accepted #which is really awesome because like six years ago he never thought anyone would accept him for being gay

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au-biebs · 7 years

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Escort (REQUEST)

Justin needing an escort for his family 2 week cruise and y/n is contracted. At first they don’t like each other but then a series of events leads them together.

Tugging my suitcase off of the dock, I sighed as I spotted my client and his family. I had been assigned a two week job, hanging off of the arm of Justin Bieber to keep his parents from nagging him about a girlfriend. I would have normally complained about a job this long, except, this was basically a free vacation.

Smiling as I approached the party of five, Justin noticed my presence and walked towards me, “Let me get that for you.” He went to reach for my case but I stuck my hand out, “I got it.”

Muttering something under his breath, he placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to his family. “(Y/N), this is my dad, Jeremy and partner, Chelsey.” I smiled and done a slight wave. This was already awkward.

Remembering that there were kids, I turned to look at them, “And who are these cuties?”

“My siblings, Jazmyn, Jaxon and Allie.” He pointed to them all individually and they smiled at me. I could definitely see the Bieber in Jaxon.

When checking in was complete, I found out that Justin and I were sharing a cabin, great. Putting the card in the door, it lit up green before he pushed it open, revealing to us the plush room. Considering that this was a ship, the room was extremely spacious and the bed looked incredibly comfortable.

My thoughts were cut short by the sound of Justin’s voice, “Look, here’s your money. You don’t have to fuck me or whatever you escorts do, just make it look like you’re enjoying yourself, alright?” He tossed a cheque onto the bed.

My jaw dropped and I crossed my arms, “Excuse me?”

“You heard.”

“First off, that’s so rude. Second, escorts aren’t prostitutes; we “fuck” through mutual consent, that part is not what I’m paid for.”

“Just try not to piss me off on this vacation. I’m already stressed enough having to bring someone along, I’m going to the bar.”

The door slammed and I stood glued to my spot on the lavish carpet, stunned. How could somebody be so disgusting?

Deciding that Justin was not going to be the bane of my existence (though he was slowly becoming it), I undressed and slid on my bikini, slinging a t-shirt dress on over the top. Taking my spare key and sunglasses, I made a trip to Jeremy’s room, knocking on the door.

“(Y/N), hi. Where’s Justin?”

Fighting the urge to roll my eyes at his name, I smiled, “He went to the bar. I was wondering if the kids wanted to go to the pool? To give you guys time to unpack and whatnot.”

His face relaxed and he, too, smiled. “That’d be really nice, actually. Come in, I’ll get them ready.”

I stepped inside to see that the room was identical to ours, with bunks for the kids. I smiled at Chelsey and she returned it, so this wasn’t Justin’s mother? I decided not to pry, after all; I was just doing my job.

Walking along the deck with the children, they bombarded me with questions; I didn’t mind, they were cute. Jaxon cheekily asked if he could hold my hand and I knew this one was one to watch. Immediately, I knew that these fourteen days were going to be slightly easier because of them.

“Can you guys swim?” I asked. I didn’t need anybody dying on my watch.

“Yeah! We all got lessons!”

“That’s great! Be careful, though. I’m here if you need help.”

I smiled as they all jumped in one by one. Sitting down on the edge to get in, I spotted Justin watching me, jaw clenched, glass of rich brown liquid in his grasp. Breaking eye contact, I got into the water too.

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The first few days were somewhat frustrating, but manageable. I’d successfully managed to ignore Justin, and only interacted when necessary; at dinners, for example. Sleeping beside him was awkward and almost unbearable, I could practically feel him edging closer to the side of the bed, on the verge of falling off, I contemplated sleeping in the tub several times.

But it was that Thursday I saw a side to him that I was yet to see, warmth. Jazmyn, or as I’d learned, Jazzy, came into our room, asking that I do her hair for Chelsey’s birthday meal. Whilst waiting for me to finish my own look, Justin played with her and I even heard a laugh or two from him.

I smiled as I watched through the mirror, though it broke as I saw him glance at me. Despite being able to hold my own, and bite back - Justin still made me nervous. Intimidated, almost.

“Jazzy, are you ready?” I asked, standing up from the dresser and flattening the skirt of my dress.

“You look nice.”

Turning to see him now stood, hands in his pockets, I smiled a little, “Thank you. You too.” He nodded and walked into the bathroom, my heart pounded.

Dinner was tolerable. I mainly found myself absorbed in the kids, it was the only time I didn’t feel under pressure. Jeremy and Chelsey were lovely people, but I couldn’t help but notice their questioning glances toward eachother at the interaction, or lack thereof, between Justin and I.

“So, (Y/N), will we be seeing you again after this vacation?”

I choked on my wine and Justin’s firm hand came to pat me lightly on the back, before he spoke for me, “Who knows. Our schedules are pretty hectic, right, (Y/N)?” I quickly nodded.

As we made our way to the room, Justin placed his hand on the small of my back, I avoided making any sort of eye contact, my evident surprise would be given away.

“You’re really good with my siblings. Do you have children?”

I glanced up at Justin and saw him removing his shirt, I looked away; “No. I wouldn’t have the job that I do if I did. They’re sweet and making this trip easier.”

There was silence for a moment and I was wondering if I’d said something to make the tension in the air ten times worse. Probably.

“Look, I’m sorry for my outburst, it was uncalled for. Perhaps we could, I dunno… start over?”

Unzipping my dress, I reached for my camisole and slid it over my head, “Sure. Apology accepted.”

He climbed into bed, “You know, they mean a lot to me. If you hadn’t have been as good to them as you are, I probably would have ignored you for the rest of the trip.”

My brows raised and I joined him, still keeping a fair distance between us, “Good to know.”

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“And then his wife shows up, oh my gosh, you can imagine the look on his face. I just stood there, I didn’t know what to do,” Justin laughed as I told him a story about my previous client, “Here I am, in this Tom Ford dress, made especially for me at his request, in front of about a hundred people, with his wife threatening to tear it off of me and make me walk home in my underwear like the ‘whore I am’.”

His face dropped a little, “She said that to you?”

“You’ve gotta laugh at it, really. I was just doing my job. I mean, at the end of the day, who was $3,000 richer and could walk away from the situation without actually getting their ass kicked? Me.”

“I’m sorry for judging you,”

“It’s fine. It happens all the time.”

“(Y/N)! Come swim with us!”

I looked over at Justin, “Join us?”

It was nice to see a fun side to Justin, not a harsh, insulting one. Standing at the side for a moment to watch as Allie and Jazmyn performed their synchronised swimming routine, it was all fun and games until I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, “Justin!” I screamed as he pulled us into the water, a large splash being created.

Coming up for air, he laughed at me and I pouted, “That was mean.”

“Aw come on, (Y/N), don’t be like that…” His arms re-slipped around my body and held me close, “I’m sorry,” He whined in a baby voice.

My heartbeat sky rocketed as he looked down at me, the close proximity making me want to be swallowed up by the non-existent current in the water. Our eyes met and for a split second, I watched as his eyes travelled to my lips before back up.

My breath hitched as Justin leant in. Everything felt like it was in slow motion and before I knew it, his lips were on mine. It took me a second to respond, but once I did, my arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled him closer.

“Get a room!”

Pulling away, my cheeks flushed red as I saw that it was Jeremy calling from the side of the pool. Justin chuckled and squeezed my hips, “Is there a possibility that I could see you again after this trip?”

I gulped, this trip was strictly professional. I’ve received this offer many times, from many men and each time I have refused since I wasn’t to mix business with pleasure, but with Justin, I found it hard to say no. This man was captivating, and I was intrigued to get to know the real him.

“It’s possible,” I smiled, pulling him back in for another kiss.

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