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julia-highstorms · 5 years

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She Trips In The Woods: Open Wound

This is an absolutely hilarious fanfic my great friends @kennaxval @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat @begging-for-kamilah @strangerofbraidwood @stopforamoment @tornbetween2loves wrote for my birthday!!!!!!!!!!! I cried laughing while reading this and words aren't enough to describe how thankful I am for all of you who found the time in your schedules to rite this masterpiece!! To the people who don;t know this already, I've working together on this super project, @choicecrossover, for the past months with all these geniuses!!! It's been a blast getting to know all of these phenomenal writers and I'll be forever grateful for this opportunity <3

The woods around Julia were dark and oppressive, a stark contrast to her own bubbly and upbeat personality. Her various woodland creature companions all faithfully gathered around her in a posse of fur and claws, all speaking the language of their own species as they gallivanted through the trees like a literal Disney princess.

A large shadow flew in front of her, causing her to shriek loudly in surprise. She stumbled backwards, her ankle catching a fallen tree limb and twisting painfully as she fell onto the hard forest floor.

“You aren’t a woodland creature!” she shouted after the mysterious shadow as it disappeared behind the trees, a strange laughter coming from the mischievous apparition. She rubbed her ankle painfully, cursing her ill luck.

“Curse my ill luck!” she shouted.

One of her furry companions approached her tentatively, bopping her with his cold nose. She stared into the canines eyes, feeling an understanding pass between them and knowing what she must do.

“I know what I must do!” she said happily, looking into the dog’s eyes.

“Run like the wind, go forth and find me help!”

The dog stared into her eyes, an understanding passing between animal and master. He sniffed Julia carefully, making sure she was alright. Then he lifted his leg and peed on her stomach, marking her. Making sure she would be safe until he got back. Julia was HIS bitch and no one else’s.

The dog streaked through the woods, dodging rocks and scooting under low branches. Suddenly he stopped, ears pricked. He heard footsteps. The dog eased forward cautiously, but not cautiously enough. The clumsy human tripped over him, face planting into the ground.

Jesus Fucking H. Bi-peds were the most useless creatures. The dog began to nudge the human, whimpering and licking his face.

“Easy boy, it’s ok, I’m fine I just tripped,” Bryce said as he stood up and brushed the dirt from his butt. The dog barked at him, then turned to head further into the woods, stopping and barking again when he realized he wasn’t being followed.

Bryce laughed and shook his head. “What is it boy? Did Timmy fall down the well?” He cracked up laughing at his own joke as he jogged after the dog. He followed the dog through the woods, becoming a little more hesitant as the woods became thicker and darker.

He was just about to turn back when he saw her. And smelled her. Whew! Sprawled out at the base of a huge tree with gnarly, thick roots was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. He stood up straight and rushed to her side, kneeling beside her. He asked her name as he assessed her situation. Her voice was meek and soft.

“I’m Julia.” He flashed her a megawatt smile. “I’m Bryce and I’m going to help you Julia. Do you think you can walk?”

“I... I’m just too weak”, she sighed dramatically, placing the back of her hand across her forehead like a damsel in distress.

“Well don’t you worry about that ma’am, I’m going to get you all the help you need.”

Bryce lifted Julia into his strong, muscular arms, careful not to hurt any potential injuries.

“Wow, you’re so strong”, she gasped as he carried her through the woods with ease.

“Oh no, not really”, he chuckled as he flexed his muscles. He then decided to show Julia just how strong he really was. He held her in one arm, then decided to pick his dog up with his other arm.

Julia’s eyes widened in awe.

“Oh no, this is nothing”, he smiled.

Before she could respond, they had arrived at the hospital despite having been in the woods just sentences ago. The dog was also somehow safe at home now since he probably wasn’t allowed in the hospital itself.

All of a sudden, everything became a rush. As soon as Bruce stepped through the hospital’s double doors, it was as if he were a new person.

“QUICKLY, WE MUST GET THIS POOR WOMAN A BED IMMEDIATELY!”

“But Bryce, I’m fine, it’s only a twisted ankle. Nothing is even bro-“

“Shhhhhh. It’s alright. You’re delirious but you’ll survive.”

Within moments, Bryce laid Julia down into a hospital bed tenderly.

“I’m going to hand you over to the care of an intern now Julia. She’s very capable. You’ll like Jackie.”

At that moment, a beautiful young lady came in with a very cheeky smile.

“So, you’re the woman causing the entire hospital to fall into chaos”, Jackie smirked.

“I guess... but I don’t really know why. I was in the woods when I-“

“Fell from heaven?”

“Errrr...”

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t flirt with a patient. Especially one in such critical condition.”

“Critical condition? I’m not even bleeding!”

“Bryce warned me that you were delirious. It’ll be alright Julia. I’m going to wheel your bed onto a ward now, to prep you for surgery.”

“SURGERY?!”

But it was too late. Before Jackie had even heard Julia, she was already on a ward full of patients.

On the bed next to hers lay a young sweet man, drinking a strange milky red substance. He turned to face her and was immediately taken aback.

“Oh... I hope you don’t mind me saying but... you’re extraordinarily beautiful. I’m Tom, by the way.”

Without warning, a screen popped in front of Julia that read “Say ‘hi’ to Tom for 30 diamonds or tell him you don’t like talking to people for free.”

Julia wanted to say “hi.” Tom seemed a friendly enough guy, but she knew she had to be careful with her diamonds and reluctantly told him she doesn’t like talking to people.

Instead of a dejected face, which Julia expected, Tom seemed eerily ok with the exchange and a nurse quickly came to wheel his bed out into another room.

Just as Tom was brought out, two more bed were pushed in to either side of Julia. She waited a moment, curious to see if talking to her new companions represented another diamond choice before looking to her left to see a beautiful woman clothed in white silk with blood red eyes and dark skin and hair.

“Excuse me, I don’t know if this is allowed but…”

“Oh, it’s allowed. You may talk to me as much as you please, but I wouldn’t get my hopes up about us doing anything more if I were you. I’m Priya, and I can tell you that even if you spend every single diamond you have, I’ll never be your love interest. Sure, there will be options for us to flirt, but don’t get too excited or else, Adrian or some other forced male will swoop in to stop you from being able to make your own choices. You’d have better luck with your neighbor to the right.”

Julia turned away, discouraged. But even more, once she saw the man next to her. He appeared to sweat grease out of his pores, had a reddish hue to his face, but more of an “I’m constantly angry” red as opposed to an “I get a lot of sun” look. He had a badge on his chest that read “Walsh.” Julia turned back to Priya.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

The vampire shrugged. “I don’t make the rules, I just follow them. Do you really think I’d be attracted to the likes of Gaius Augustine?” Priya gagged. “All I can say is that I’m glad fic writers exist or else I’d never get any proper action.”

Julia watched Priya carefully, a feeling of confusion washing over her.

"What on earth is going on?"

Before anyone could answer, Julia found herself sat in the hospital canteen. On one side of her sat the man from earlier, Tom, sipping away at his strange tomato milkshake. On the other side of her sat a pensive looking man with a hat on.

Opposite the trio sat two more people- a handsome man holding a large sword (where the hell was security in this place?!) and a stunning young woman with purple hair and glasses.

"So... can I speak without paying diamonds or...?"

Tom chuckled.

"Sure you can. Well, to some of us at least. By the way, this is my buddy Noah", he said, giving a nod to the quiet man on the other side of her.

"And this guy here is Jax. He likes to cook and slash things with his sword."

Jax gave an eye roll.

"You can talk to any of us for free. But next to Jax is Lily. It'll be 17 diamonds upfront if you want to converse with her."

Julia exhaled in frustration.

"But I only have 21, and you can't do anything with 3 diamonds!"

Tom shrugged.

"I don't make the rules."

"Okay, fine. I'll pay the diamonds. Where do I pay exactly?"

Without warning, a screen above Julia's head appeared and subtracted the 17 diamonds.

"Hey girl, I'm Lily", the woman opposite her smiled.

"Okay cool. So, now that I can talk to all of you, I wanted to ask what the hell is going on?!"

"What do you mean?", Tom asked, sipping away at his thick, red milkshake. He slid a bottle of the goop over to Julia, which she took hold of absentmindedly without drinking.

"Well, I was just in the woods, then I tripped. And this surgeon Bryce found me. But he got all weird and dramatic, and said I needed surgery. But I'm not even that hurt! What's happening?!"

All of a sudden, the entire canteen froze in place. A white screen popped up above Julia's head. It read: "What could Bryce possibly want with you? Find out in the next chapter of "She Trips In The Woods: Open Wound."

Julia reached up to the white screen and touched the tick. She was immediately rewarded with 2 diamonds, before another screen popped up. It read: "Watch ad to gain reward".

"Might as well", Julia thought with a shrug as she ticked the box.

For the next 45 seconds, Julia sat and watched an extremely boring advert for Homescapes. She drummed her fingers atop the canteen table waiting eagerly for it to end. When it was finally over, she reached up and pressed the "tick".

"Sorry. Reward could not be collected. Try again later."

With an irritable groan, Julia found herself taken to another screen. This time, her own story popped up before her.

"The next chapter", she gasped with excitement. She hit to play the next instalment, only for ANOTHER screen to pop up. (Seriously, what the hell is up with all these screens?!)

It read: "To buy a key, pay $1.99 or wait 1hr 58m for your next key."

"Oh my god, what the fu-"

***

Julia sat up and looked around. She was safe and sound in her bed. She glanced at her phone and it was only 3am. She sighed with relief before chuckling to herself.

"What a weird ass dream", she smiled before rolling over onto her side and drifting off to sleep, clearly not noticing the bottle of tomato milkshake down by the side of her bed...

#ily guys #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfiction #kennaxval #sawyeroakleycowboyhat #strangeofbraidwood #begging-for-kamilah #stopforamoment #tornbetween2loves

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stopforamoment · 6 years

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Masterlist

Choices The Royal Romance

MC Bastien Lykel x OC Rinda Parks Introduction Series with Bastien Lykel and Rinda Parks Part One: J’envoie Valser

Part Two: One Thing

Part Three: Stay with Me Baby

Part Four: Landslide

Part Five: Imagine

Part Six: Chasing Cars

Part Seven: Sympathy

Part Eight: Collide

Part Nine: Hang with Me

Part Ten: Broken

Series Two: A Mother’s Love

Part One: Soccer Mom of the Year

Part Two: Fright and Flight

Part Three: Mother Bears and Their Cubs

Part Four: The Waiting Game

Part Five: Batter Up

Part Six: Road Trip Games

Part Seven: A Fright in the Night

Part Eight: May Angels Lead You In

Part Nine: I’m Holding On

Part Ten: The Secret Garden

Part Eleven: A Bad Day of Fishing

Part Twelve: Crabby Bear

Series Three: Before the School Year Starts

Eavesdropping (Part 1 of 4)

Photographs (2 of 4)

Teamwork (3 of 4)

Bucket List (4 of 4)

Series Four: September School Days and Drabbles (Throughout Weeks 1-2 of September)

Patriot’s Day

Duty

It’s Going to Be Okay

Banana Strings

Safety Word

Nothing New Pussycat (See You Next Tuesday)

True Colors

Rabbit of Seville

Rinda’s Hair

Rinda’s Eyes

Series Five: Urban Dictionary (Throughout Weeks 1-2 of September)

Ear Worm (Urban Dictionary Part One)

Predilection (Urban Dictionary Part Two)

Procrastinator (Urban Dictionary Part Three)

Gemütlichkeit (Urban Dictionary Part Four)

Work Husband (Urban Dictionary Part Five)

Underwear Chicken (Urban Dictionary Part Six)

Gone Daddy Gone (a drabble that fits well here)

Mr. Ariti’s Offer (a drabble that fits well right here)

Series Six: Hall Pass NSFW (Sexual References)

Part One: Public Service Announcement NSFW

Part Two: Never Have I Ever NSFW

Part Three: He’s Not a Boyfriend NSFW

Part Four: Cosmo Girl NSFW

Part Five: Hall Pass NSFW

Series Seven: Sturm und Drang

Part One: MILF

Part Two: Bloomsday

Part Three: The Thing that Happened TO Me

Part Four: Tumbled Down and Shattered

Part Five: Sense and Sensibility

Part Six: Glooms Day Blooms Day

Part Seven: You’re Worth It

Series Eight: Good Guys Do Exist

ΤΡΙΑΝΤΑΦΥΛΛΟ (a Drabble that Sort of Fits Here) Ordering Food for Rinda (a Drabble that Sort of Fits Here) Part One: Helping Her Dad with Some Stuff

Part Two: The Way I Are

Part Three: Dating Dumpster Fire

Part Four: Getting Ready to Go

Part Five: Adventures in Babysitting

Part Six: Dinner with Mr. Geoduck

Part Seven: Melomakarona

Part Eight: The Broken Promise

Series Nine: The Transition

Part One: What Makes a House a Home

Part Two: Weirdly Ridiculous

Part Three: Sucks to Be Loved

Part Four: Magical Oasis

Part Five: Badge Bunny

Part Six: Easy Tiger

Part Seven: Adulting 101

Part Eight: Past, Present, Future

Part Nine: The Focus of Rinda’s Affection

Part Ten: NSFW The Waves

Series Ten: In Limbo

Part One: Mopey Tria

Part Two: Text Messages

Part Three: TGIF!

Part Four: Giraffe, Bullfrog, or Walrus?

Part Five: Christmas Comes Early

Part Six: Good Morning, Sunshine!

Part Seven: Rinda Desrosiers

Part Eight: Lorinda Rose Rose Baby

Part Nine: Girl Time

Part Ten: More Ready to Move On

Part Eleven: Dance Moves and Yoga Stretches

Part Twelve: It’s You

Link to Series Eleven: It’s uh Movin’ Thing, but Still and All (16 Parts)

Link to Series Twelve: Putting the Children First (15 Parts)

Link to NSFW Series Thirteen: Sated (7 Parts)

Link to Series Fourteen: Halloween Hijinks (15 Parts)

Link to Series Fifteen: Rinda’s Insecurities (6 Parts)

Link to Series Sixteen: Bastien and Rinda’s Date Night Fluff (6 Parts)

Link to Series Seventeen: Drake and Rinda (6 Parts)

Link to Series Eighteen: The Conference, Day One (9 Parts)

Link to Series Nineteen: Anger and Sorrow (15 Parts)

Link to Series Twenty: Cracked (5 Parts)

Link to Series Twenty-One: Brigitte and Her Family (6 Parts)

Link to Series Twenty-Two: We Are the Champions (4 Parts)

Link to Series Twenty-Three: Mad World (6 Parts)

Link to Series Twenty-Four: Kintsugi (4 Parts and Mad World Epilogue)

Link to Series Twenty-Five: Mr. Ariti’s Home (5 Parts)

Link to Series Twenty-Six: Meeting the Desrosiers (16 Parts)

Link to Bastien and Rinda Drabbles (AKA stopforamoment’s own Rinda Rambles)

The Lykel Family Photo Album (Drabbles with Fabricio Pics)

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE “I’m Glad It’s Wick”

Bastien’s Blues (Just a SIlly Poem)

I’m Ready (with Bastien Lykel and unnamed OC)

MASTERLIST for Bastien Lykel’s Secret Rendezvous Crack Fic Challenge

My MASTERLIST for Enna’s Wacky Drabbles Challenges

#stopforamoment #bastien lykel #ofc rinda parks #stopforamomentmasterlist

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mila-simic-xo · 3 years

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Do you love watching the sunset? ❤ #sunset #nature #naturephotography #naturelover #peaceful #grateful #milasimic_xo #milasimic #coachmila #expansion #liberating #breathe #takeitallin #stopforamoment #sun #timetorethink #goodnight (at Brimbank Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMhBMajjip6/?igshid=mv81tg06b14f

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afbennerphoto · 4 years

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Sometimes rainbows show up just at the right time, and you need to pull over and say ‘What’s up ...’ 🌈 * * * * * #stopforamoment #enjoythemoment #gratitudeandthanks #justwhenyouneedit #fallskies #rurallife #scenicroutehome https://www.instagram.com/p/CG01eFwhDvZ/?igshid=1pe6uhbz9wb1l

#stopforamoment #enjoythemoment #gratitudeandthanks #justwhenyouneedit #fallskies #rurallife #scenicroutehome

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paisleyandfaith · 4 years

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How do you like your Tea? . New blog post up! Click on the link in the profile! Leave me a comment and let me know your thoughts! . . @prettylittlefusspot @teapraylove @thechampagnediet @cleanmtnmama @popsugar @thehomeedit @willowandsagemag @magnolia @joannagaines @sipsby . . #blog #blogpost #tea #selfcare #saturday #saturdayvibes #taketime #enjoy #pamper #indulge #loveyourself #stopforamoment #glowinfaith ❤️🤍💙🇺🇸 (at Jasper, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGK9GJngUiF/?igshid=78xhlgcz8obl

#blog #blogpost #tea #selfcare #saturday #saturdayvibes #taketime #enjoy #pamper #indulge #loveyourself #stopforamoment #glowinfaith

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lolablackwrites · 3 years

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Summary: OC (Natalie) receives the phone call she’s dreaded for years.

Notes: This is my entry for Day 5 of @rodappreciationweek (and a big thank you to @kat-tia801 and @desiree-pow-35-1986 for reminding me in time to write something). This fic takes place after the events of the chapter 13 of Ride or Die and utilizes an OC I created and used in a couple of other fics, The Dragon and the Phoenix and The Water Dragon.

CW: character death

Horribly Out of Date Tag List: @mfackenthal, @enmchoices, @bruhvs, @maxattack-powell, @hhiggs, @tmarie82, @regrettingnathan, @littlegreenmoo, @thatspicegirlssong, @cora-nova, @bobasheebaby, @stopforamoment, @endlessflame, @thefirstcourtesan, @lizeboredom, @brightpinkpeppercorn, @client-327, @choicesarehard, @thomashcnt, @queenkaneko, @desiree-pow-35-1986 @lovehugsandcandy, @emceesynonymroll

#Ride or Die #ROD #RODAW #Choices #Pixelberry #choices stories you play #Teppei #Teppei Kaneko #Teppei x OC #Teppei Kaneko x OC #angst #character death #cw character death

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alj4890 · 3 years

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May the Fourth Be With You Drabble

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a And Then I Met You Drabble.

A/N I am a big, we're talking huge, Star Wars dork. I also love the books by Jeffrey Brown showing Darth Vader as a father to little Luke and Leia. Since Thomas and Amanda have a set of fraternal twins after their daughter, Kathleen, in this AU; this idea came to me today.

@lxaah11 @alleksa16 @penguininapinktuxedo @blackcoffee85 @stopforamoment @krsnlove @annekebbphotography @hopelessromantic1352 . @sunflowergirl05 @greywitchyshots @lilyoffandoms @moodyvalentinestories @emceesynonymroll @my-heart-beats-for-ya @aworldoffandoms @ab1901 @lolablackwrites @flyawayboo @sophxwithers @trappedinfandoms @esmckenzie. @choicesficwriterscreations

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May The Fourth

Every few minutes there was some type of pounding of footsteps running past or squeals. An occasional argument could be detected, yet mercifully Thomas couldn't make out the words.

Of all the days, why had Amanda agreed to host a playdate between their three children and Addison and Matt's brood of five?

He tried once more to focus his attention on a potential screenplay he had been given. There were some scenes that he had difficulty picturing as the voices beyond his study door rose and fell like the tide.

He jumped when his door was thrown open and his son, Ian, burst in. Out of breath, the little four year old quickly shut the door and pressed his body to it.

"Ian, I thought I told you I didn't want to be disturbed." Thomas reminded him. "When that door is shut, it means I am working."

"Sorry." Ian whispered. "But it's May the fourth!"

Thomas merely blinked. "And?"

"And they're after me because I'm your son!" Ian gleefully explained.

"Who--"

Kathleen poked her head inside. "There you are! Hurry! We found a way past the guards!"

"Coming!" Ian dashed after his older sister.

Thomas softly groaned and shut his door once more.

Just as he was deep within another scene, he was startled by his youngest child peeping over his arm.

Four year old Elizabeth' s eyes narrowed at the paper in his hand. "Are those the plans?"

"Elizabeth," Thomas muttered. "Go play with your siblings and friends."

He made the mistake of looking at her face. Her big hazel eyes, so like her mother's, were filled with sadness when she turned toward him.

"But Daddy, it's May the Fourth!" She pointed at her hair made up with two small buns at her ears and the white nightgown she was wearing. "It's your turn!"

"Turn for what?"

"To be in the story!" Elizabeth took his hand and tugged. "Come on, Daddy!"

"I am working." He reminded her. "When I finish, I will come see what it is you're talking about."

"But then it will be too late!" She wailed.

"Elizabeth, I don't--"

Just then Ian appeared with a toy lightsaber.

"There you are, princess!" Ian said with all the drama worthy of being a director's son. "I'm here to rescue you!"

Elizabeth sighed. "You forgot to say who you are."

Ian's frown firmed at that. "I'm Luke Skywalker."

"And?" Elizabeth prompted.

"Oh! I came with Ben Kenobi."

"Obi-wan! Here!" She replied.

"Yeah." Ian grabbed her hand and tugged.

"Aren't you going to fight Daddy?" Elizabeth asked her twin.

"I don't fight him now. Mommy does." Ian explained.

"But, I'm with him." She looked up at their father.

Ian tilted his head too at this unexpected development. "But he isn't in costume yet!"

"Oh." Elizabeth's shoulders dropped. "Daddy! You have to change! Your part is coming up."

Knowing it was futile to keep arguing with these two, Thomas set the screenplay in his desk drawer."

"Those were the Death Star plans." Elizabeth said in a loud whisper.

"They were?" Ian's eyes widened.

Thomas's lips trembled with mirth. "It is fully operational."

Ian and Elizabeth's mouths dropped open at his deep voice reminding them what the Death Star was capable of. They both had to fight their giddiness at finally having their father play with them.

When Thomas followed them out, he saw the complete transformation of his home. The living room had multiple rolling chairs in different positions. A tan blanket covered the floor in one corner with stuffed Jawas strewn about.

He noticed his daughter, Kathleen, dressed in gold and moving like a robot with Addison's youngest, Myles, wearing a blue shirt and a silver mixing bowl on his head.

Michael and Marcus jumped out from behind the couch toward their two little sisters. Marcus was clearly Han Solo while his tall older brother was Chewbacca. Both of the Rodriguez girls were Storm Troopers.

As they made pew pew sounds while aiming toy guns at each other, he saw Ian help his twin up on a recliner. The two looked down while Elizabeth wrapped her arms around her brother.

Ian mimed throwing a rope at the ceiling fan. His little face scrunched in disgust when Elizabeth kissed his cheek.

"For luck." She told him.

The two jumped off the chair, neither able to hide their smiles as they ran off once more.

While dodging the Rodriguez battle, Thomas made his way upstairs.

"Stupid beard." He could hear his wife mutter in the master bathroom. "Why do men even bother?"

Thomas leaned against the doorframe and watched her try to loop the beard just so around her ears. She had on one of his old tan bathrobes with the hood pulled up to hide her dark hair in a bun.

She smiled when she noticed him. "There you are!" She kissed his cheek while hurrying to point out his costume she had prepared on the bed. "Hurry. Our big lightsaber battle is about to start."

"So I heard." He folded his arms. "I was trying to get some work in before we leave for Cordonia."

"But it's May the Fourth." Amanda replied, as if he should automatically know what that meant.

"Yes, our children have been repeating the date to me with each interruption." He reached out to straighten her lopsided beard. "Why does that matter?"

"May the Fourth?" She repeated. "May the Force Be with You."

"Ah." His children had become obsessed with the franchise. "And I'm Darth Vader."

"Well, not to point out the obvious," Amanda's smile brought his own out, "but you are the father of twins."

He snorted softly.

She wrapped her arms around him. "I know you wanted to work, but these moments we have with them are rushing by so fast. Soon they won't want us to play with them." She raised her hand to his cheek. "An hour or so won't matter with work but it will to them."

She had hit in the one area he could never say no to. If there was one group of people he would drop everything for, it was his family.

"What am I supposed to wear?"

She kissed him then burst out laughing when he told her she better shave before doing that again.

Within minutes he was dressed in all black, had a cape on, and the voice modulated Vader mask had been placed over his head.

Amanda tossed him a red lightsaber while snatching up a blue one.

"Just in case you forgot," her eyes twinkled with mischief, "I was trained in fencing by some of the best masters in Europe."

"Yes, but I'm the master now." He taunted back.

Her smile, so like the excited ones on their children's faces, brought out his own once more as he followed her downstairs.

All the children froze when they heard the familiar breathing sound.

"Rebel scum." He greeted with a slight bow. "Princess, shouldn't you still be in your cell?"

Elizabeth clasped her hands over her mouth while bouncing in excitement.

"You'll never get ahold of her again!" Ian yelled out. "Right, Marcus-I mean Han?"

"Yeah! Chewie and I are getting paid for this rescue." Marcus nudged his brother.

Michael tried to do the growl, causing Kathleen to giggle.

"Lord Vader!" Ashley and Ally saluted him. "We've rounded them up for you."

"Excellent." He replied. "Though I sense something I haven't felt in a long time."

"Get him Ben!" Ian cheered when his mother turned her lightsaber on.

All the children sat down and watched the two adults fight. The couple gave them a sparring match that had them cheering with each near blow.

Amanda winked at Thomas. "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine."

Lifting his lightsaber, he slowly brought it across her. She fell to the ground, his large robe hiding her body perfectly.

The children gasped. Ian, remembering that he was supposed to react to Ben dying, jumped to his feet and yelled out, no.

The rest of the time was spent with the kids in various rolling chairs, pretending to fly and dodge each other. Thomas remained behind his son until Michael and Marcus sneaked up behind him, sending his chair to spin as it rolled off into a corner.

After Elizabeth gave them medals, Amanda called an end to their playing by saying that lunch was ready.

Thomas collapsed on the sofa after pulling his mask and cape off. He wished he had thought to film their play. Each one had truly tried to be the characters they portrayed.

Amanda leaned over his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I shaved for you." She teased.

He chuckled while tugging her around to sit with him.

"Do you think they had a good time?" He asked.

The children's excited voices could be heard, each fighting for a chance to share their favorite parts.

"Very much so." She replied, resting her head on his shoulder. "They will remember this...always."

#and then i met you #choices thomas hunt #thomas hunt x oc #thomas hunt x amanda #choices red carpet diaries #may the fourth be with you #fluff #choices fic writers creations

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jamiesonwolf · 3 years

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This evening, I asked the cards “What did I learn about myself today?” I drew The Fox and The Key from The Paper Oracle. 🦊 Today, I had to take a moment to stop and listen to my body. That’s oddly hard to do for me, but it’s getting better. I’ve been given the keys to do so, I just need to listen to my body and allow myself to take care of myself. I know what I need to do, I just need to stop and rest and take a moment to look within myself when those moments happen. This does not mean that I’m weak or that I am losing myself, only that I’ve been given the keys to care for myself and I should open that door when presented with the opportunity for self care. 🦊 #oraclecards #thepaperoracle #selfcare #keys #fox #stopforamoment #breathe https://www.instagram.com/p/CVHLtq3M4o9/?utm_medium=tumblr

#oraclecards #thepaperoracle #selfcare #keys #fox #stopforamoment #breathe

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bobasheebaby · 3 years

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Hey can you post some of your favorite fics about royal romance especially any love triangles, I’m obsessed with your amazing writing I literally read your whole master list 😂♥️♥️

I’ve been here a loooooong time (3 years this March), many people I read at the beginning are no longer here so I’m sitting here trying desperately to remember who has love triangles that’s still here.

My favorite TRR writers are:

@blackcatkita @debramcg1106 @sirbeepsalot @dcbbw (who I believe has some triangles) @choiceslife @darley1101 @walkerismychoice @the-everlasting-dream @choicesfanatic86 @choiceswreckedme @kaitycole @blackcoffee85 @lolablackwrites @stopforamoment

@theroyalweisme has a good Liam and Leo triangle

@leelee10898 also has a good Liam and Leo triangle

@ao719 has a triangle or two

@speedyoperarascalparty has Evil Maxwell you don’t want to miss that

@janezillow has evil Drake

@katurrade started the mobster Liam craze

And now my brain is absolutely shorting so I may have missed a writer or two I adore and I am so so sorry.

Hope this helps Nonny and I’m glad you found slogging through my entire Masterlist enjoyable.

#fic recs #anon #e answers

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choiceslife · 4 years

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Tag List Cleanup

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. I understand that sometimes reading preferences change or that sometimes we get on too many tag lists and it gets hard to keep up. And I know that sometimes people are too afraid to ask to be removed for fear of hurting someone’s feelings, but don’t fret because I don’t take it personal.

This is my current tag list. If you’re on it and would like to stay, simply reply and let me know. If you don’t want to stay on the list, you don’t have to say anything at all. Simple as that. 😊

@brightpinkpeppercorn @debramcg1106 @darley1101 @ladynonsense @boneandfur @ritachacha @bobasheebaby @pixieferry @katurrade @tmarie82 @walkerismychoice @indiacater @akrenich @ao719 @texaskitten30 @tabithacarlisle @dcbbw @sirbeepsalot @drakesensworld @gennesaret @desireepow-1986 @rainbowsinthestorm @blznbaby @navigatorholmes @stopforamoment @the-soot-sprite @ravenspuff02

#cl fics #cl tag list

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remys-lucky-franc · 4 years

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Comfort - Remy POV Fic (Queen of Thieves)

“Hey, I wanna ask for a Remy angst. Are you allowed to write angst?”

I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to write this for you, life’s just been a bit crazy between work and studying lately, and it’s so annoying because I’ve had some really nice requests that I’m excited to write for people, but I just haven’t had any time to work on them! Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this @ilovewritingfics 💕

Notes: although it’s written from Remy’s POV (I’ve never written a POV before for anything!), the fic is set in Nikolai’s route, which sounds weird, but you’ll see what I mean. No specific TWs for the fic, it covers Nikolai’s trauma surrounding his family, so if you aren’t up to date and don’t want a spoiler on that, or if it’s upsetting to you, consider giving this one a miss.

Word Count 2100

I want to credit my lovely friend @stopforamoment for her suggestion on the topic for this short fic - thank you lovely.

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Dinner Club. One of my favourite things we do together. Every member of The Gilded Poppy is different and everyone has their own interests, of course. But this is something we can all enjoy, and I love this family time so much: everyone laughing, sharing food, telling stories, teasing each other... It’s always such fun to be part of this, and after a successful heist, it’s even better!

After all, tonight we have a beautiful vintage fencing sword in our possession! I know, it’s part of a much larger plan, but for tonight at least, stealing it has made Niko really happy, and that makes me happy. He’s sitting at the end of the table with a glint in his eye, listening to Daisy and Leon chatter joyfully about the (I must say, very predictable) ‘twist’ at the end of some romance novel. It’s a glint that I’ve seen a lot since Daisy joined our (very attractive) crime family. I smile to myself as I watch how her cheeks colour so prettily when she notices his eyes fixed on her, like she’s the only person in the room. It’s been a long time since I’ve saw Niko’s interest pique the way it does when she’s close by, if ever, actually. The energy between them, it’s something quite unique: special. She’s a match for him in ways I’ve never seen before, and the challenge is good for him. It’s like she set off a spark in him and all of the wonderful things that make him Niko, are just ‘more’ with her around. I watch them play their game - anticipation, flirtation, power and control - I’m well-versed in ‘love’ and seduction (some would say ‘a master’) but this something else: it’s not part of a con, not something ‘to get out of your system’... I only hope Daisy doesn’t tire of it, because I’ve never seen someone get the better of Nikolai Stirling the way she can.

I lean forward skewering something delicious from the sharing platter in front of me, popping it into my mouth, laughing along to the friendly debate Zoe, Jett and Vivienne are having. Vivienne’s losing her argument and is trying to convince me to fight her corner, but I��m too preoccupied with how I could use my conman charms to ‘gently persuade’ my best friend and Daisy to forget who is winning their mindgames and push them closer together. Niko will hate me meddling, but it’s for his own good! Maybe tomorrow I can-

My plotting is abruptly ended as the waiter heading to a table behind us is jostled by a man who tries to squeeze past him in a space that’s too narrow. It’s like the world slows down... I can see what’s unfolding, but I’m powerless: I have no time, no way of stopping it. The waiter loses his footing, one arm flailing. I’m holding my breath! He recovers (barely) without falling over, but not before the glass of Amarone perched on his tray swirls and sloshes to one side, a crescendo of blood-red bursting free down the front of Nikolai’s crisp white shirt. The bold bouquet of fruit and spice hits my nose as deep red splatters bleed and seep across the fabric. Nikolai is frozen, complete horror etched across his face. Suddenly, all I can see is the scared fifteen year-old I befriended on the streets of Paris carrying a sick kitten.

The waiter has discarded his tray; he’s panicked and apologising to Nikolai, fumbling for a napkin to try to blot away the mess. Our friends have noticed, but before anyone else can react, I’m halfway across the table with the salt cellar slipped inside my pocket. I wrap one comforting arm around Niko, my other hand on the waiters arm, reassuring him (in flawless Italian, of course) that everything is under control and I’ll take it from here. Within seconds, I have Nikolai on his feet, gripping him close to me as I guide him towards the restroom: always moving forward. I keep my free arm across his chest, deliberately, to shield the stains from his sight; leaning in close, chattering to distract him. Anything I can do, anything to keep him walking until I can get him inside. He’s hyperventilating by the time we enter the plush restroom, and fortunately it’s empty.

“Niko? Breathe. Slowly. Come on.”

He’s still not responding, I gently put pressure on his shoulder, manoeuvring him onto an Art Deco-style chaise beside a large mirror. I crouch in front of him, cupping his face in my hands, offering comfort, speaking softly,

“It’s ok. I’m here. Your Remy’s got you. It’s going to be ok. You’re safe.”

It’s a mantra I repeat several times over while he trembles. Minutes feel much longer, but now his breathing is slowing and for the first time since the spillage, he makes eye contact with me. I’m so relieved! I nod and smile before I press a heartfelt kiss to his cheek. The worst has passed. He’s going to be ok.

I pause, taking just a few seconds to catch my own breath: getting him away from the table to a safe space, keeping him moving, it was all automatic, all done on instincts. But now, my mind races. I’m so glad this happened when I was at the table; would anyone else have been able to get him out the way I did? Would he have let anyone else lead him off like this? He looked so vulnerable just now, it breaks my heart to think of it...

‘Focus, Remy. Come on. You’re not done yet.’

I lean back, fingers shifting to his collar, offering him my most suggestive grin,

“Lose the shirt.”

Nikolai manages a weak laugh (I knew that would get him!) as his fingers move toward his buttons, I realise a second too late that his hands are shaking too much to undo them. He mutters a strangled apology and rakes a hand through his dark hair as I make short work of them, startled by just how hard his heart hammers inside his chest, even now, minutes after the incident. He shrugs his way out of the shirt and I take it to the counter, grabbing some paper towels to blot out the liquid before dumpling half of the stolen salt cellar onto the stain. Selecting an expensive-looking cologne from the selection provided, I head back to Niko, spritzing it around him as I go, trying to erase the lingering scent of the alcohol from his nostrils.

As I join him on the chaise, he clears his throat awkwardly, his usually crisp clear voice barely audible at all,

“Thank you.”

I bump my shoulder against his, still trying to lighten the mood,

“Pas de problème.”

He still looks like he’s met a ghost, and I can feel the seat vibrate under me from his agitated tapping foot. But at least he’s speaking to me: when things have happened before, things that have triggered horrible memories for him, sometimes it’s taken hours to get him to even look at me. The first time it happened, long before The Gilded Poppy existed, we were only street kids, sleeping rough and begging. I’ll never forget it as long as I’m alive. A group of men left a bar near where we were hoping to earn a few francs, one of them was worse for wear and fell to the ground, vomiting. It wasn’t until I turned to Niko, ready to make some sassy comment about how the drunk couldn’t hold his liquor or his wallet, that I realised something was very, very wrong. It took hours for him to come back around, and days to feel better afterwards... I didn’t have a very happy childhood, and I was forced to grow up quickly, but not in the same way as Niko. The things he suffered... I can’t help but put myself into his shoes, picturing my family around our small dinner table, my lovely old meme, my mother bringing food to the table, my father chatting to my young brother about school... How unreal it must have felt to Niko, how terrifying. I cannot begin to imagine: to watch your whole family die... And such a painful death... It’s little wonder it haunts him. I scrub my hand across my eyes trying to shake the sickening scene.

I clap my hand on Niko’s knee as I stand, heading back to check how the salt is working on his shirt: it may seem ridiculous, but a conman has to think fast, and you never know when a cleaning tip like this will be useful! Of course, the shirt is looking much better - now I just need to rinse it and dry it off. Almost done. I bustle around the washbasin, running the breast of Niko’s shirt under the piping water, rinsing away the salt, pink dye flowing down the drain, erasing tonight’s events. I hold it up to the lights, smiling as I do.

“I think the shirt will survive, Niko.”

I start the hand drier, just as I hear Niko murmur something, far too low for me to hear over the roar,

“What was that?”

I stop, making my way back across to the chaise, gesturing for Niko to repeat himself. He looks up at me with the saddest blue eyes,

“I never wanted her to see me, like, this. How can she...” His posture visibly stiffens, “She won’t respect me after this?”

I frown. Of course, he’s talking about Daisy. And something in his voice tells me that Daisy’s ‘respect’ isn’t the feeling he’s truly worried about, but while he’s shirtless in a restaurant bathroom really isn’t the best time for me to play Cupid... I try to tell Nikolai that Daisy is the last person who would think any less of him because of this, she is so lovely: surely he knows her well enough, to know that? Daisy is sensitive and kind: she would understand. But he’s still shaken and so agitated about what happened at the table, my honest words make no difference; his barricades are going up and he mutters that he doesn’t want her pity. I make a show of raising one eyebrow at him, and shaking my head before I march back to the hand drier. I love Niko dearly, but he can be so stubborn, it makes me crazy!

Ten minutes later, Niko is looking much more collected, and is back in his gleaming white shirt: I am a man of many talents, it’s true! He straightens himself up in front of the mirror as I watch on: it’s almost as though nothing ever happened. We exit the restroom and rejoin our friends. Everyone is wonderfully discrete: they pretend we never left the table. Niko doesn’t utter a single word for the rest of the evening. His expression is strained and he doesn’t touch a bite of his food - he’s going through the motions but I know he can’t wait for the evening to end. I chip in some delightful anecdotes to help keep the conversation flowing, but what happened tonight weighs heavily on me: what if this happened and I wasn’t here? What if something like this happened on a heist? What if I couldn’t get to him? What would we do? How could I keep my best friend safe? What if something went wrong and I wasn’t around anymore? Who else understands like me?

I meet Daisy’s big brown eyes over the table, concern is written across her face. She really cares for Niko, it’s so obvious. I wish he would let her in... Having someone else who loves you, an extra person in this world looking out for you, to rely on... She could be the best thing that ever happened to him. She could make him happy, I can see it all.

I make a silent promise to myself: they say that love will find a way? Well, it certainly will when Remy Chevalier helps it along.

#queen of thieves #lovestruck fic #remy chevalier

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camillemontespan · 4 years

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motherlode [wacky drabble]

I have used two prompts here.

“I’ve spent almost every waking hour this week playing The Sims.” Taken from @omgjasminesimone Trapped in the House prompt list.

And Wacky Drabble prompt 'aren't you going to read the instructions for that?'

Prompts in bold!

I’ve had a shitty day already and I needed to write some humour.

Wacky Drabblers: @bbrandy2002 @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @burnsoslow @jessiembruno @jovialyouthmusic @dcbbw @brightpinkpeppercorn @katedrakeohd @sirbeepsalot @bobasheebaby @stopforamoment @drakeandcamilleofvaltoria @romanticatheart-posts @pedudley @theroyalromancexx @drxkewalker @walkerswhiskeygirl @krsnlove @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat @janezillow @polishchoicesfan @imthequeenofcordonia @darley1101 @loveellamae @bebepac @i-miss-trr @flutistbyday2020 @addictedtodrakefanfic @ravenpuff02

@emichelle @ibldw-main @moonlightgem7 @pug-bitch

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I've built five rooms so far. Living room. Dining room. Kitchen. Bedroom. Cinema room (because cinema rooms are amaaaaazing).

It's so fun building. It let's me unleash my creativity and I can do whatever I want without SOMEONE breathing down my neck. 'Ooh Maxwell, you're doing it wrong!' 'ooooooh Maxwell, take your time!' 'ooooh Maxwell you don't need another peacock!'

I ALWAYS NEED ANOTHER PEACOCK.

That reminds me. Must build a peacock garden. Do I have the expansion that let's me buy pets? Maybe I could order it off Amazon.. Let me check.

I HAVE THE EXPANSION TO BUY PETS AND PEACOCKS ARE INCLUDED! #winning

Okay, so the house is being built nicely but I am running out of money. Fear not! Maxwell Beaumont is on the case!

Motherlode, motherlode, motherlode… Motherlode.

I'm swimming in cash now baby.

In case you haven't noticed.. I’ve spent almost every waking hour this week playing The Sims.

We're quarantined due to a global pandemic. There was only so much time I could spend with my older brother before we were close to suffocating each other with pillows. I love Bertrand but oh my god, that love only goes so far..

Bertrand follows the rules of The Sims. He likes to play it the boring way. Build a normal house, get a job, buy no peacocks.

But to me, the Sims is my playground. I can create anything I want without limitations. See this swimming pool here? I'm gonna make it the size of a football pitch. BECAUSE WHY NOT?!

I've made my friends. Let me describe them to you.

Camille's sim is really cute but she falls asleep in random places. She can't cook which is a shame as real life Camille is the best cook ever. I keep trying to get her sim version to read cookery books but her skills just don't increase because she keeps falling asleep everywhere. Do you see my problem?!

I made Drake. He sleeps in the basement of the house. He's unemployed. Peed himself in the corner and cried in it. I'm trying to get him to find a purpose in life but he's a hypochondriac which means he is too scared to step outside and read the job section of the newspaper in case he, like, dies or something.

Liam's sim is an asshole. He parties a lot. He also set off a firework in the bedroom, nearly died but Maxwell the sim had the brains to call 911.

Bertrand the sim is evil. He likes to make dastardly plots and he cackles a lot. Works in a restaurant, probably poisoning the pasta sauce. Real life Bertrand doesn't know about Evil Bertrand. If he did, he may kill me.

Maxwell the sim is awesome. He's so clever and fun. He is on the Artist career path and succeeding in everything! I love the guy! And he has a pet peacock now, happily purchased via the motherlode option.

Olivia the sim is actually my second favourite. I made her a bit soft. Like, she is a romantic. Adores romcoms and falls in love easily. I had her in a love triangle with Liam and Camille for fun. It was going well for Liam and Olivia until Leo started to flirt with Camille and Olivia cried. But she has such a big heart. So pure.

I've decided to kill off Madeleine. She's currently in the swimming pool. I'm slowly taking away the stairs so she can't get out. I'll watch her for ten minutes - two days in sim time - until she dies from constant swimming and exhaustion.

I'm in the middle of watching Madeleine swim around confused when Bertrand enters. Actual Bertrand, my brother.

He stands behind me, frowning.

'Why is she looking confused?'

'I'm killing her,' I tell him, keeping my eyes on the screen.

Bertrand sighs. 'That's not how you should play, Maxxie! Let her live! Sims isn't about killing them off.'

I laugh. 'Oh Bertrand. If only you knew.. Now, where is Drake? I'm going to build a separate building for just him and take away the windows and doors.'

'But that's not a proper building!' Bertrand protests, oh poor innocent Bertrand. 'Aren't you going to read the instructions for that? Please just read the instructions and follow the game. They need windows and doors! They need light!'

I shrug. Bertrand sighs again. 'You are evil, Maxwell.'

I pause the game and turn to look at my brother. 'Takes one to know one..' I say ominously before turning back to play the game. I move the camera so we are now watching Bertrand the sim who is cackling away while making a sandwich. 'Take a long, hard look, Bertrand..' I mutter. 'That evil doer is you.'

Bertrand gasps. 'You haven't?!'

'Muahahah I HAVE!'

#wacky drabbles #maxwell beaumont #trr fanfic

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lolablackwrites · 4 years

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Summary: It’s the night of the Lantern Festival (as well as Bastien and Alice’s wedding) at Valtoria!

CW: homophobia

Notes: When I saw Taylor Swift perform “Lover” live on Saturday Night Live, I was instantly inspired for Bastien and Alice’s wedding. Also, I used some of the original PB dialogue and bedazzled it a bit.

I would also like to dedicate this installment to @bobasheebaby, who has been endlessly patient and tirelessly supportive of this series. 💜

New to the series? Catch up here: Part 1,Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8,Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13,Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32, Part 33, Part 34, Part 35, Part 36, Part 37, Part 38, Part 39, Part 40, Part 41, Part 42, Part 43, Part 44, Part 45, Part 46, Part 47, Part 48, Part 49, Part 50, Part 51

Tag List: @mfackenthal, @fantasy-of-fiction, @enmchoices, @bruhvs, @maxattack-powell, @kenna-and-val-are-my-queens, @tmarie82, @littlegreenmoo, @liam-rhys, @crookedslimecreatorpasta, @bobasheebaby, @stopforamoment, @jovialyouthmusic, @endlessflame, @drakesensworld, @gibbles82, @wannabemc2, @boneandfur, @coffeebeandragon, @sirbeepsalot, @iplaydrake, @lorilli, @hippoclipart, @lilyofchoices, @liamzigmichael4ever, @msjpuddleduck, @emceesynonymroll, @romancehereicome

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bobasheebaby · 3 years

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You've been visited by the random OC question fairy! :D ~☆

What is true about your character's current life that would make their child self cry? What about their life has surprised them, for good or for bad?

Oooooooh this is so good! Thanks for the question @random-oc-questions-fairy feel free to drop some more I love talking about my OC’s!

So my first thought was Hope from Crimson Rain. Sorry Percy lovers.

What is true about your character’s current life that would make their child self cry?

Hope finally has a place where she feels like she can belong. Her entire life she felt like she was in limbo. She had her mother, but it was more like a shell of a woman who she would never truly know. Doctor Linda tried, but she was no replacement for Hope’s mom.

After nineteen years of being raised more or less in a nursing home by her mother’s doctor she finally has found her family. She has her father who never looked for her simply because he didn’t know she existed, she has two sister’s- older who is adopted, though is this family titles or blood don’t mean anything, and a younger sister (half). She has a step mother who would burn the earth to the ground for her.

All of these would cause her child self to cry happy tears. All those years of feeling out of place no longer matter, but it’s not all rainbows and unicorns. Her younger self would sob knowing that her mother died without ever regaining her memory. She would also shed a few tears at the knowledge that she also has an older brother who won’t speak to her and blames her for losing their mother.

What about their life has surprised them, for good or bad?

She’s basically mob royalty, that was a shock but she kinda fits in with her hacking ability.

Surprise siblings! Hello, in one day she found her older brother, her father, and learned she had a sister. That’s not including finding out how her mother lost her memory or the reasons behind her family being lost for nineteen years.

Liza. Just Liza. Linda was a decent mom, but she was more doctor than loving parent, her own mother didn’t always recognize her and couldn’t be there for her like a mother should so when Liza went into mama bear mode for her she was genuinely shocked because she never had anyone show her that much love before, let alone someone she had just recently met.

Liam and Olivia were both shocking in their own ways. Liam was unwilling to let her in and at the same time she physically invaded Olivia’s space when Bastien and Liza moved her in for her safety and yet Olivia was welcoming and understanding.

Sage was a surprise for everyone but Hope was super excited to become a big sister.

CR taglist incase you’re interested: @liamxs-world @itsstillnotwhatyouthink @riseandshinelittleblossom @ao719 @leelee10898 @stopforamoment @akrenich @bella-ca @texaskitten30 @endlessflame @innerpostmentality @imma-winchester-addict @indiacater @blackcatkita @darley1101 @choiceslife @alexpottrechoices @lolablackwrites @daniv2278 @sleepwalkingelite @gibbles82 @sirbeepsalot @blackcoffee85 @dcbbw @mfackenthal @bbrandy2002 @drakesensworld @kingliam2019 @walkerswhiskeygirl @ladyangel70 @jovialyouthmusic @edgiestwinter @rainbowsinthestorm @jared2612 @callmeellabella

#random oc questions fairy #e answers #Hope Casey Lykel #crimson rain #oc asks

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