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dingleshartbeaufoy · 3 months

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— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬

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gen, henri clément x augustin lambert

tags - canon compliant, character study, vignettes, mental health issues

rated m - 2.7k words

warnings - referenced/implied csa (not explicit but can be interpreted that way)

— snapshots of henri’s life before and during the war.

(Please rb + read on ao3 if possible 🫀)

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“He’s beautiful,” murmurs a mother, cradling her newborn child in her arms. He’s red and chubby, a light dusting of blonde hair across his crown. She has hair of the same hue, and it falls messily around her shoulders in two disheveled plaits. The child looks more like his mother than like his father, long face and tired eyes like a painting. Thin and lithe and gangly.

“You’re beautiful, aren’t you, my sweet boy?” The mother giggles, overwhelmed with joy. Her name is Cèline, but most call her Cece, for her initials being the same letter. She taps her child once on the nose, who giggles in turn.

“Have you chosen a name?” Speaks a man, the father, voice low and booming. It comforts the baby as if his voice is wrapping him in strong arms and keeping him safe.

“That I have,” Céline replies with a smile. “Hush, now. He needs to sleep, okay?”

—-

The newborn turns into the infant turns into the boy. And the boy doesn’t do well with other children.

Céline has a friend, Claudette, who lives in the countryside with her husband and daughter. They’re in the backyard of her extravagant estate, which is more of a field fenced in with white picket. The land is expansive, though, stretching all the way to a lone oak tree in the corner. The children are sitting under it, playing with toy soldiers of dubious nationality. The boy is curled up under the table on the patio, holding onto Céline’s dress. She affectionately ruffles his short crop of blonde-ish hair and tries to coax him out, but he doesn’t want to leave her.

The boy knows she uttered his name, but he can’t remember what it was. He can only remember a firm command to play with the other children. A firm command to leave her alone, as the boy heard it.

As he walks across the field to the shade under the tree, where some children are already casting him cautious stares, he feels it stretch for miles in front of him. He tries not to cry. He stands at the edge of the shade, in the sunlight, and feels it burn his back. It’s a fine day. The grass is green and lush and the birds are singing. The boy is the only one who notices.

The children murmur and giggle amongst themselves. Looking back and forth between their friends and the boy. They let him play with them, or rather, be in their presence, but he more or less lingers on the outskirts of the group. Picks at grass and wonders for the first time, but certainly not the last: what’s wrong with me?

He was the only one in school who could not only read, but enjoyed it, too. He read books about left out children, cast aside by the world, smiling for the first time when one child would come sit with them even though nobody else would.

That does not happen to the boy. One of the children, Claudette’s daughter, insults his overalls, the ones his mother had sewed, and he runs all the way back to the patio. He never sees Claudette again. Or her bastard daughter.

—-

Gerard, the father, is in over his head with disappointment. His son is five years old and has not made a single friend. Other parents on the lane are asking them when their son is going to be more social, and they are humiliated.

There is a girl they know named Charlotte. She is a daughter of a once-influential family in Paris. One day, her parents took her, left Paris, and never returned. The boy and his family know, though, where they went.

Charlotte lives in a small homestead in the woods. Charlotte told the boy about how her parents thought that, one day, Europe would go to shit and only the people living off the grid would survive. People living in cities would all die in fires, horrible fires. Weapons we have never seen before. Weapons that should not exist. The boy cried in fear, but this time, he wiped away his tears. He didn’t want to disappoint his father.

Charlotte’s backyard didn’t have grass perfectly trimmed to a quarter-inch with ornate fences. Charlottes backyard was a dense brake of trees. Charlotte took the boy by the hand and lead him through it, weaving through thick and thin trunks, bushes and shrubs, and they were spat out beside a little creek. That was its name, Petit Ruisseau. Sunlight dappled the ground in little specks where it peeked through the canopy. Thin streams of water flow over rocks that jut out from the riverbed, and everything glistens and shines.

The boy likes Charlotte. She has dark skin with thick, curly hair bouncing around her shoulders and a gap in her two front teeth. Her parents had made him lunch and told him what a polite guest he was. When they smiled it didn’t feel fake and perfunctory. The boy likes her, so when she pushes him into the creek, which is so shallow he only gets the front of his clothes wet, he laughs and pushes her in too. Damp, they run back home, and suddenly the boy is very afraid. He’s made a mess.

But, somehow, Charlotte’s parents don’t mind. They give him a new set of clothes to wear. It’s a knitted green sweater and brown shorts, and they’re a little bit too big because Charlotte is a year or two older than him, but he doesn’t mind. They smell like her home. Her parents hang up his clothes with clothespins and when they dry he’s sent home. His mother sees him with the widest smile she’s ever seen.

—-

Christmas comes fast and soon there’s snow blanketing every surface of Paris. Lights are lit up in shops and on corners, and everything seems to sing. The boy wants to get a gift for his new friend Charlotte. She’s the only thing he loves. She’s the only person besides his mother and sometimes his father who was nice to him. The boy liked playing with her. He didn’t want her to grow bored or disappointed if he didn’t get her a gift.

Céline asks the boy if he wants to spend Christmas with Charlotte and her little family. He and his father go the morning of Christmas Eve, and his father repairs their roof, damaged by the snow, and reinforces the support beams of their home, and then leaves. Charlotte has a sister, Carina. They’re laughing and the boy remembers when his mother announced he would have a baby sister, and then a few weeks later, she cried for an entire day straight, and he never got to have one.

It makes him sad, seeing them, and thinking about what could have been, and of everything that’s been stolen from him. But he smiles despite. There is so much pain inside of him, but none in this room.

—-

The boy has turned into the man and the man is named Henri Clément, and he looks just like his mother, and he has one best friend, and his name is Augustin Lambert, but Henri has other friends, too.

He appreciates violence more than ever for how it brings people together. They’ve got no choice but to be friends, if not just amicable, with one another, and Henri has gotten good at pretending to be human. At knowing what to say when what he wants to say wouldn’t work.

He cannot tell you what is his favorite color, or what is his most cherished memory, he doesn’t know— he cannot envision his own face in his head. It’s all a watercolor blur of shapes and colors. Concepts rather than images. But he knows Augustin. Knows his height, his weight, all his favorite things and all of his fears. He knows what makes him human.

He likes Augustin. And what’s better is Augustin likes him back. Likes him enough to where he’ll prank him, crawl into his bunk with him, laugh with him, kiss him. Henri doesn’t see him doing that with anybody else. He feels special.

Henri respects Augustin, though, and Augustin has a wife, and he has a child with that wife, and Henri is not his wife and he is not bound to him in any way, by no band of metal. They romp because that is all they can do in this manmade hell of theirs. Henri is tormented by his thoughts. If they had met under different circumstance, would Augustin have liked him as much?

—-

Henri has a shoebox he keeps under his bunk, buried under all manner of things.

It’s filled with photos. He makes frequent trips to the darkroom when everybody else is asleep, and develops them. They’re all of Augustin. In most of them, he’s aware the photo is being taken. They’re out on patrol, or they’re having lunch, or they’re playing cards. In others, he isn’t. He’s sleeping with Henri’s arm wrapped around his shoulder. Or he’s across the room, facing away from him, but Henri felt compelled to record the moment anyway.

Photos are all he has. He cannot remember the events of last week, or the week before that. Not his mother’s name, nor fathers, not even that little girl with the curly hair he used to play with. Teasingly did Noyer call him a stalker, but there was sincerity laced in it. Henri can only hope Augustin does not think him the same way. Henri can only hope Augustin does not come to fear him for things he already fears about himself.

—-

Henri loves nobody but himself.

This is his own decision. He cannot love his mother, he doesn’t remember her. He cannot love his father, he cannot remember him either. He cannot love Augustin, for he cannot love someone to whom he is not the first love of. He definitely cannot love himself, in much the same way you cannot love someone you’ve never met.

You can, though, because Henri dreams about it. Dreams about a world where he stayed and met a woman. Camille, maybe, that nurse who worked with his mother. She was always so kind to him. He thinks about a moment that never happened. He thinks about his children. He thinks about how he’d guide them, how he’d tell them never to apologize for being them. And he weeps. He curls into a ball and he weeps. Like he did when he was a boy. He can remember that much.

Someone can love a stranger, Henri realizes, but Henri is not someone. Henri is something else entirely.

—-

He hates Augustin.

He hates him. He wants to kiss his eyelids, and hold him while he sleeps, and he wants to hear Augustin speak to him, hear all the things he hopes he’s keeping in, but he cannot. And he hates him for it. And he knows it is not Augustin’s fault, and he hates him anyway. And for that, he hates himself.

Hate is special like that. It is less infectious than a smile or a yawn but more dangerous because we do not notice until we find ourselves thinking vile things. Vile things like wishing you didn’t exist. Vile things like wishing someone else didn’t exist.

He thinks of things that haven’t happened yet, thinks of possible situations where Augustin shuns him, or pushes him away, and he hates Augustin for those, too, and hates him so much he weeps again, and wonders why he’s like this.

Augustin is just a kid, though. His face retains its baby fat, where Henri’s has been stripped hollow. He’s just a kid. They are both just kids.

They shouldn’t be here. But they are.

—-

Lonely little boys never stop being lonely.

Charlotte had a brother. His name was Aimé and he was a foot taller than Henri. He was tall and broad and wore a comforting smile. He had dinner with him and Charlotte’s family on Christmas. When Henri returned home, though, he never saw Charlotte again, or Aimé, who was strangely ravenous as he ate. He never learned why. He just knew that, for some reason, everything he loved would be taken from him, every last shred until he was bare, and Henri was okay with that.

He took pride in how many times he had to make peace with something he wasn’t truly content with in order to survive.

—-

He had a teacher in grade school. Her name was Professor Beaufort, and she was a demon sent from Hell.

Everybody hated her class. Everybody’s bones ached by the end of them, and yet everybody respected her, because she was a good teacher.

Is that what it is to be good? To make people hurt? And is it any different from the kind of hurt that Henri’s been causing?

Augustin had a teacher, too, who was also a priest, because he grew up in such a small village near the border of Belgium. His name was Father Bernard, and he held food drives at the church for any student who was struggling, but none of them were. They shared everything they had among themselves and they were all happy that way.

Henri smiled quizzically. “Isn’t that the type of person we’re fighting?”

Augustin seems to think for a moment, eyes going unfocused where they rested on Henri. Then, he looks back to face the endless wasteland in front of them. “I suppose it is,” he confirms. “Then, maybe we are not the saints we thought ourselves to be.”

“I never thought myself a saint,” Henri blurts.

The soldiers are all self righteous. It’s why they’ve lived so long. They think they’re serving a higher purpose, but Henri does not, and maybe that makes him worse, to fight without a clear direction.

Augustin looks confused, and intrigued, and maybe a bit proud. “You don’t?”

Henri shakes his head.

Augustin clasps his hand on his shoulder and it’s so novel to make him shudder. “Then you are the best of all of us, mon ami.”

—-

The garrison is gathered in the mess hall, playing poker and drinking. Last night, Henri put human shit in Augustin’s pillowcase. Tonight, he will find it.

The men are crowded around the table, some playing, but most are just talking. About home, about life after the war or about life during. One of them, Delisle, looks at Henri.

“And you, Clément?” He probes. “Have you any regrets?”

Henri snorts. “You speak as though I am already dead, brother.”

The group shares a laugh and Delisle shrugs. “We are all dead men walking. It is good to sort your demons out while you have the chance, yes?”

Henri hums and looks down at his drink, golden liquid swishing in its glass. And thinks. He cannot remember anything. He just knows he feels guilt. He wants to be different, and he regrets that, too. He feels all of the eyes of the world on him. Watching him. Waiting.

Always waiting.

“I have no regrets,” he says with confidence, looking back up at Delisle. “I just wish the world had been a better place.”

Somewhere, distantly, Augustin yells in horror.

There is so much pain in the world. But not in this room.

—-

A strange feeling overcomes Henri in the last stretch of his life. Melancholy. And spiritual. As if he is realizing all at once every realization he will not have the chance to make naturally. Like his life is trying to account for everything he’ll miss out on.

Everything changes, everything ends. He doesn’t feel guilt anymore. He doesn’t try to smile when he doesn’t feel like it. He doesn’t stop himself smiling just because he feels like it. He doesn’t feel shame for how his heart feels. Sometimes, he looks into the nothingness for hours and hours and doesn’t think a single thought.

It is a wonderful gift, to have nothing going on inside you.

There is a death rattle. Henri hears it resounding in the universe. He hears it when dice are thrown against a table. He hears it when lightning crashes. He hears it in laughter. He hears it in everything. He sees infinity stretch out before him, wide and inviting. The universe is slowly dying around him.

What a beautiful thing it is, then. To live in spite of, rather than in fear of.

#amnesia game #amnesia the bunker #augustin lambert #henri clement #tiredmother #annewrites #lament

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victoriademedici · 10 months

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Charlotte's wearing another cute, entirely different, plaited updo 🥹🤍❤️

SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL MY BABY🌹

#leonisandmurex #ask #princess charlotte #fashion and style #british royal family #trooping the colour

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dreamerwitches · 9 months

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We're long overdue a merch showcase yaaayy! I've had a lot of great finds recently!

This is all my Madoka merch in my little shrine (plus some dolls and stuff that dont fit elsewhere :P my room is stuffed... ) I'm so happy to have everything I have, especially any witch stuff. Looking at it, you'd think homura was my favourite character but no XD its mami lol I've just happened along a lot of her stuff and I wanted to collect all her plaits figures. I have all the plaits homura kyun-chara now!!! :D

My recent additions are the nagisa nendoroid and school uniform homura cupoche and figma. The nagisa was £60 from ebay. Yes, its a lot and the most ive spent on anything but my god, she goes for over 100 usually, it was a steal (box and all). The homuras were £20 each from vinted which is even more of a steal, i am ecstatic about them because they also go for extortionate prices. (the only bad thing is that figma homu doesnt have a smiling face :( )

My favourite item is probably either my Lotte or Elly since they're both rare and I got them for good prices but also all of my Nagisa merch because damn she has nowhere near enough figure merch... Also the witch stage sets cause they're SO cute

The handmade stuff is (left to right): Elly figure, a human Elly doll made by my bestie for a doll trade, Charlotte figure, a Sasa doll from Oriko Magica, plush Candeloro at the top, Charlotte doll, Valentines charlotte figure, papercraft Oktavia (very top), back down is a Manuke figure, maid Lotte figure with custom Mami and Homura dolls above, swimsuit Homulilly figure and a Walpurgisnacht doll~!

Nagisa is certainly one I don't regret spending money on but I kinda do with the plaits homura dangler just right of Sasa. I got her because she was a good price (though still from america so the shipping was a lot). She's rarer so I thought she'd never show up again for a good price but then after I bought her I saw another listing??? So she's not that rare?! Like, come on... T-T I love her but I remember when she came, I didn't get that excitement spark from her. Maybe because she was smaller than I expected. I can't help but look at her and think 'eh, was she worth it..?' I guess I'm glad to have another plaits homura piece of merch...

On my wishlist is of course any witch merch and plaits homura as well as nagisa and cute mamis. Ones I'd really like are the school uniform mami nendoroid and maybe the maiko one (less so but she comes with charlotte :P ). Definitely the movic witch sets, though im less fussed about the familiars. My big wants are oktavia, walpurgis, patricia and elsa maria. Also the homulilly from the rebellion set but im sure she is way rarer... Nagisa's kyun-chara. I missed a good listing on ebay for that once and i regret it T-T The Mami and Charlotte stage set. It's the last one I want from the set..!

#madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica #pmmm #witch #madoka magica witch #merchandise

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askwhatsforlunch · 8 months

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Cuisine de Provence

If you want to add a generous bit of sunshine to your meals, then I suggest trying your hand at la Cuisine de Provence. Fragrant with herbs like thyme, rosemary or basil, colourful with fresh vegetables, these recipes celebrate the fish and seafood of the French Riviera and the quality meat of l'arrière-pays! As I am spending a week's holiday in Provence, I intend to enjoy everything la Côte d'Azur has to offer, from bathing in the Mediterranean Sea to the delicious gastronomy! Try these recipes, if you want to follow me!

Drinks

Pastis

Limoncello Spritz

Lavender Liqueur

Appetizers

Rouille

Anchoïade

Parmesan Aïoli

Green Olive Tapenade

Aïoli��

Baguettes

Roasted Garlic, Thyme, Olive and Tomato Plait

Entrées

Garden Pistou Soup (Vegan)

Salade Niçoise

Provençal Roasted Chicken

Meat

Provençal Burger

Niçoise Stuffed Zucchini

Fish

Prawn Pasta à la Marseillaise

Anchovy Stuffed Courgettes

Rosemary Roasted Tuna

Brandade de Morue (Codfish Potato Bake)

Sage and Lemon Sardines

Red Mullet and Aubergine Burgers

Rosemary and Basil Sardines

Roasted Sardines

Sides

Poêlée Provençale (Sautéed Aubergines and Peppers)

Tian (Vegan)

Tomatoes Provençal

Ratatouille

Savoury Pies and Tarts

Tourte aux Blettes

Condiments

Herbes de Provence

Desserts

Lavender Apricot Tart

Peach and Apricot Charlotte

Ice Cream

Lavender Ice Cream

Lavender Apricot Sorbet (Vegan)

Lavender Apricot Ice Cream Cups

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archduchessofnowhere · 2 years

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"The dear little girl had no idea of the deep impression she had made on Franzi": Archduchess Sophie's reaction to her son's engagement (part 1)

After reading quoted fragments in several biographies I finally found the whole letter that Archduchess Sophie wrote to her twin sister Queen Marie of Saxony on the ocassion of her son Franz Josef's engagement to his cousin Elisabeth. The letter is LONG, so much that in fact Tumblr doesn't let me post it. So I'll be sharing it in two parts. As always, I used an automatic translator because I still don't know German, so forgive the lost nuances/mistakes that may be here:

As the luggage and entourage [of Duchess Ludovika in Bavaria] had not yet arrived, Archduchess Sophie immediately sent for one of her chambermaids "so that the girls could at least fix their hair. And I [Archduchess Sophie] watched with fervent pleasure as Sisi arranged her hair herself, with a grace and elegance in all her movements that delighted Sophie [the chambermaid] as well as me. All the more so because she was so unaware of having produced such a pleasant impression. In spite of the mourning that Luise [Duchess Ludovika] and her daughters had had to bear because of the visit to Therese [likely the Queen of Bavaria, who was mourning her brother who died earlier than month], Sisi was charming in her very simple, high, black dress, so that I persuaded Luise to take tea with her daughters at my place; and after she had decided to do so, I arranged it so that the suites who had come with us to tea in my drawing room could retire to the dining room, while we all went to my toilet room to meet Luise and her two daughters there. My Carl [Ludwig, her son], who is a very good observer, told me that the moment the Emperor saw Sisi, an expression of such great satisfaction appeared on his face that one could no longer doubt on whom his choice would fall. He beamed, and you know how his face beams when he is pleased. The dear little girl had no idea of the deep impression she had made on Franzi. Until the moment her mother told her about it, she was only filled with shyness and timidity, which the many people surrounding her instilled in her. She was so under this impression that she had not eaten anything and she said to Kadi [a chambermaid]: 'Néné [Duchess Helene, also called Lenza, Elisabeth's elder sister] has it easy, because she has already seen so many people, but I have not. I'm so scared that I can't eat at all…' At dinner on the 17th, Louis [Duke Ludwig, Elisabeth's elder brother]… sat between Sisi and me and remarked: 'So far Sisi has only eaten soup and green salad, she must have written herself a day of fasting…' But how well this embarrassment and shyness suited her! And she was so pretty and graceful about it!… Charlotte [Empress Caroline of Austria, Sophie and Ludovika's eldest sister] arrived on the 17th in the evening and appeared at the ball at ½ 9 o'clock, where Sisi looked delightful in a white and pink Tarlatan dress. She had a large comb stuck in her beautiful hair, which held the plaits backwards, she wears her hair swept out of her face according to fashion. The little girl's posture is so graceful, so modest, so irreproachable, so elegant, almost humble, when she dances with the emperor… She seemed to me so attractive, so childishly modest and yet completely at ease with him. It was only the many people who intimidated her. Because she had never appeared in the big world before, she was not able to gauge the extent of the attention… Néné, by the way, is also very successful, many gentlemen are completely enchanted by her. The whole appearance of these two graceful and beautifully grown young beings makes the most favourable impression everywhere…

PART 2

#MUCH to think about #sophie of bavaria archduchess of austria #empress elisabeth of austria #franz josef i of austria #ludovika of bavaria duchess in bavaria #helene in bavaria hereditary princess of thurn und taxis #duke ludwig wilhelm in bavaria #archduke karl ludwig of austria #empress caroline of austria

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jloisse · 11 months

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Regardez Gérard Leclerc bégayer juste parce que Charlotte lui pose une question simple et qu’il a du mal à y répondre car la réponse ne lui plait pas ! Il s’énerve face à la calme Charlotte !

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writerjodie · 2 years

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CHARACTER INTRO: ALEXANDRA ‘ALEX’ SINCLAIR

from: THE SINCLAIR SERIES

Born: 24th May 2000 Race Number: #8 Nationality: British F1 Debut: 2020 Australian Grand Prix F1 Team: Centurion Racing Appearance: Dark brown hair, cut just below her shoulder, often tied back in a plait. Greeny-blue eyes. Pale skin, with a few freckles across her nose and cheeks. Height: 5ft2

Alex is the youngest child and only daughter of ex-F1 driver William Sinclair and ex-British Touring Car driver Charlotte Parry-Sinclair. She first drove a kart at the age of 6, after attending several karting tracks in support of her older brother – who also races – she begged her parents to let her have a go too, and that very day Alex got the racing bug and was soon found at tracks across the United Kingdom in pursuit of trophies. She graduated to Formula 4 at the age of 16, and competed in the British F4 championship where she became the first woman to win a Formula 4 championship in the world. For the following year, she moved into GP3. She was vice champion in the series, and her time there put her under the spotlight of several F1 teams who wanted to include her in their junior academies. Ultimately, she opted to join the Centurion Racing Academy with the hopes of joining their F1 team one day, and with their backing she moved to the newly formed Formula 2 championship. In her 2nd year of the championship, after a year-long battle with long-term rival Natsu Minami, Alex became the first female champion in the series, clinching the title on the final lap of the final race. As the reigning F2 champion, she graduated from the Centurion Academy and joined the Centurion Racing F1 Team for the 2022 season.

Alex is a hard working individual who holds herself to incredibly high standards, which can often work against her and knock her confidence when she isn’t performing as well as she believes she should. She is often quick to say what she’s thinking, which is not always a good thing in the high adrenaline world of motorsport.

Although she is not the first woman in Formula 1, she dreams of becoming the first woman to win the F1 championship one day.

THE SINCLAIR SERIES INTRO POST

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#the sinclair series #my wip #wip #writing #my writing #character intro #writeblr #wtwcommunity #writer community #writersoftumblr #character #female protagonist #formula 1 #f1 #motorsports drama

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iri7-official · 2 years

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IRI7 VISIONARY MV: Aeri

TITLE TRACK VISIONARY:

Being the main dancer Aeri's dress had to allow for maximum movement which is why hers is a bit longer than the other members. Much like them she favoured a tulle dress but she her accessories were Celine.

Since she was the main dancer who had a dance break she opted to have all of her hair up in a bun so that it didn't block her face during shooting. Her stylist added the purple butterflies to make it look more elegant.

For her makeup, she used the Charlotte tilbury flawless filter foundation and concealer, paired with the walk of no shame blushlighter. She used the walk of no shame eyeshadow palette as well. For her lips she used the Charlotte tilbury pillow talk lipstick

KARMA MV:

In Karma she wanted to keep a badass vibe so she wore slightly more bold clothing. She wore a Celine blouse with a black undershirt and shorts. Once again her accessories were Celine.

For her base they used Charlotte tilbury but used a Milani blush on her cheeks for more pigment. They also used the makeup by Mario contour to make her look more bold. For her eyes they used the the Charlotte Tilbury Bella Sofia palette and for her lips they used the Hot Lips Carina's love.

Once again she opted to have her hair out of the way so that she looked more badass. The plait was practical and it looked classy and edgy.

#fake kpop gg #fake kpop group #fake kpop idol #fake kpop oc #fictional kpop group #kpop added member #kpop idol oc #oc idol

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just-a-draco-girly · 8 years

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The Secret - Chapter Eight

Nervously, I adjust the dark green chiffon material of my dress as I look at myself in the mirror. I let Charlotte do my makeup again which consists of dark smoky eye shadow and eyeliner with the pinky-nude coloured matte lipstick that I've come to grow fond of since Draco complimented me on it in Hogsmeade at the start of the year. My hair is held back in a plaited bun with a few curly tendrils falling lazily at the side of my face. I drop my eyes to my feet which are adorned with a silver pair of ballet flats. I somehow managed to avoid Charlie making me wear heels... again. A shaky sigh leaves my mouth when I turn to face Charlie, who is wearing a long, grey gown that is covered in sparkly gems and is sifting through her trunk to find her shoes.

"Charlie?" I call over, causing her to turn to me and nod in response. "I'm scared, I don't think I can do this..." I trail off, looking at my hands that are still playing with the soft skirt of my floor length dress. She sighs and moves over to my side, gently taking hold of my shoulders. I'm spun around and made to look in the mirror once more.

"Victoria, you are the most beautiful, smart, and witty girl I've ever met. I don't get what you see in an asshole like Malfoy..." She speaks, pausing when I glare at her in the mirror. "But he'd be lucky to have you. Any guy would for that matter" She adds, smiling sweetly at me as I continue to give her the stink eye.

If I am honest, despite her not liking Draco she has supported me completely through this whole ordeal. She understands that Draco has been my closest friend for a long while, and she knows who I'd pick if she tried to come between us. Draco. It's always been Draco since he accidentally kissed me when we were five years old. A small smile etches itself upon my face as I remember his little pale face turning the shade of a tomato.

"You're right. I shouldn't be nervous, I've known him my whole life" I speak, resolutely. Charlie pats my shoulder and grabs her clutch, passing me my own. Happily, we link arms and walk out of the dorm, heading down the stairs to the common room. We find her date, Thomas Witten, a fellow Ravenclaw from the year above us, waiting in a brown armchair by the portrait hole. He stands, straightening his jacket as we unlink our arms. Greeting us both, he gently takes Charlie's hand and I can see her dying inside. Thomas is quite the catch. Tall, dark haired and he's the captain of the house's Quidditch team. Youngest Quidditch captain in almost 200 years. Most of the girls in Ravenclaw are obsessed with him.

But he's not my type.

Our trio leaves the common room and walk down the corridor. I awkwardly follow, feeling overwhelmingly like a third wheel. The feeling soon dissipates when we reach the top of the staircase that descends into the entrance hall. My eyes immediately land on Draco, who is wearing a black shirt and tie with black trousers and dress robes. His usually messy blonde hair is slicked back, but parted slightly. In short, he looks perfect. I smile widely and slowly descend the stairs. I can feel his eyes watching me the entire time.

"Hi" I say, nervously smiling, as I come to a halt in front of him. His eyes that were staring at me blink rapidly and he slowly shakes his head.

"Um, hey" Draco mumbles, scratching the back of his neck. "You look... st-stunning" He speaks, amazement evident in his voice. My cheeks burn brightly, hopefully being hidden by the makeup Charlie put on earlier. I nervously respond with a curt thank you, before hearing a loud shriek of anger that sounded like it could only have came from one Pansy Parkinson.

"Drakey-poo!" She shouts, marching across the hall with tears streaming down her overly done makeup. She looks like a mess (well more than usual). Draco groans, rolling his ice blue eyes as she nears us. She shoves me out of the way when she stands in front of Draco, almost standing on the hem of my dress. I stumble slightly. Draco gently places his arm around my waist to steady me, instinctively pulling me into his side.

"Yes, Parkinson?" He asks, sneering almost. Pansy's pug face drops at the use of her surname. She hopefully has realised that Draco doesn't like her and sadly saunters towards the stairs that lead down to the Dungeons. I feel a slight pang of guilt as I watch her go.

"Don't you think that was a bit mean, Draco?" I question, gazing up at his tall frame.

"I've tried everything else and she still didn't leave me alone" He sighs, resignation taking over him. I softly pat his shoulder in some form of comfort. His arm still clings to my waist, restricting my movement. But I don't care.

"Malfoy!" Potter's voice booms from the stairs, causing both Draco and I to groan in disgust and turn to the source of his voice.

"What do you want, Potter?" He demands, sounding exhausted already due to Pansy and now Potter confronting him. Potter saunters down the stairs with the sense of entitled arrogance that only he, the chosen one, has. I thought Draco was entitled and arrogant until I met Potter in first year.

"So you've actually got yourself a date apart from Parkinson?" He speaks, snidely. Draco grinds his teeth together, only calming down when I place a hand on his chest to stop him from attacking the boy who lived.

"Yeah, he does and at least he didn't get his last minute unlike you, Potter" I reply, snapping at Potter's smug face. He does a double take before retreating to Weaselbee on the other side of the now crowded entrance hall, muttering nonsense angrily under his breath. A quiet chuckle escapes Draco's pink lips. I turn to him with a look of confusion on my face. "What?" Bemused, he continues to laugh at whatever joke is funny inside his head.

"I really don't get how you weren't put in Slytherin" He responds, still chortling slightly. I roll my eyes at him, pulling away from him. His other arm finds my waist and tugs me closer to him. He pulls me into a sort of embrace, leaning his chin on my shoulder. "But I wouldn't have you any other way" He whispers softly. His lips brushing against my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine and goosebumps to appear on my skin.

Suddenly, he removes his arms from me and steps back. I frown in confusion until I see Blaise in fancy dress robes approaching us with Millicent Bulstrode clinging onto his arm happily. I wave nervously at the two, as I hardly know Blaise let alone Millicent. They come to a halt in front of us. We all greet each other and soon everyone is allowed to enter the Great Hall, which has been transformed into a winter wonderland.

The ball starts officially with the champions dancing with their partners to that stupid dance Professor Flitwick made us learn last week. I roll my eyes in disgust at Potter flouncing around with Pavarti Patil from the table that Draco and I are sat at. Noticing Draco's eyes fixed on my face, I turn my gaze to him and earn a smirk from the blonde

"Please, don't make me dance to this stupid song" I plead, locking eyes with his blue orbs. His eyes soften slightly as he stares at me with his chin perched on his hand carelessly.

"Alright" Draco chuckles. "But only if you promise to dance with me later" He adds, winking slyly. I nod in agreement, causing a goofy grin to spread across his lips. He shuffles his chair closer to mine and I instinctively rest my head on his shoulder, as his arm wraps around my torso and we watch the dancers frolicking around the Great Hall.

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"So where's my dance?" Draco asks, cheekily nudging my arm with his. I had promised him a dance two hours ago after the feast had finished, but nonetheless I roll my eyes. A light blush covers my cheeks.

"I guess I could dance with you" I sigh dramatically. "If I really have to" I add, taking hold of his hand that was held out to me and allowing him to lead me to the dance floor as a slow song starts. His right arm slinks around my waist, pulling me gently into him. Tentatively, I place my left hand on his shoulder, whilst he takes hold of my other hand and we begin to sway slowly to the music. I lazily rest my head in his shoulder, letting out a content sigh.

We sway like this until the rest of the song, contained in our own little bubble, until Professor Dumbledore announces that it is the end of the festivities and that students should return to their dormitories. A low groan leaves Draco as we reluctantly pull away from each other. I giggle helplessly at his disgruntlement. This causes Draco to stick his tongue out at me and I lightly punch him in the arm. We make our way out of the Great Hall slowly among the crowds of students, Draco's hand gripping mine. Keeping me close to him.

"Draco!" A shout from the other side of the entrance hall causes Draco to stop abruptly and I stumble into his back clumsily. I look around in a bid to find the source of the voice, as Blaise and Millicent emerge from the throng of dithering students.

"Hey" Draco greets them, casually. Millicent timidly waves at the pair of us.

"So, looks like you won the bet" Blaise speaks, pulls out some galleons and drops them in Draco's outstretched palm, causing me to stare at them in confusion. Draco smiles smugly before pocketing the gold coins.

"What bet?" I ask, curiosity killed the cat but I don't care. Blaise raises an eyebrow at Draco, before turning to me.

"Oh, I bet Draco that he wouldn't be able to get you to go to the Yule Ball with him" He says, earning a hard glare from Draco's cold blue eyes. What? This was a dare? I glance up at Draco, as I feel tears threaten to spill over my lower lashes. He opens his mouth to speak, but he is suddenly cut short when my hand makes contact with the side of his pale face. The sound of my hand making contact with his skin causes eyes from the surrounding crowd of students to fall on the pair of us.

"Don't Draco. I thought you actually cared about me!" I push him away as he makes an attempt to reason with me. Tears now flow freely down my cheeks, leaving black mascara trails.

Hurriedly, I turn away from him and sprint up the grand staircase with a tear stained face and a broken heart.

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#the secret #draco fanfiction #harry potter fandom #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #draco fanart #draco x oc #harry potter universe #wizarding world #ravenclaw #slytherin #cedric diggory

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baubeautyandthegeek · 4 months

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Gifts And Giggles - Chloe Decker/Charlotte Richards

A/N: Part 19 for @intotheomegaverse 's Christmas Bingo.

“I wanna knooow…” Chloe chuckles even as she keeps wrapping gifts, she can hear Charlotte’s voice through the door even as the woman scoops her daughter up. “Listen kiddo…. Let your mommy wrap gifts and I’ll let you mess with my hair, alright?” Chloe knows exactly what it costs Charlotte to let Trixie play with her hair but she can’t help smiling at the obvious sweetness in Trixie’s agreement. Trixie has always been fond of Charlotte, even when she wants to act up. Later Chloe watches Charlotte comb out the plaits Trixie put in with a smile, watching the soft curls brush Charlotte’s shoulders. “She did a good job…” “Yeah, she’s sure got a talent for hair.” Charlotte admits, sighing as she settles closer to Chloe. “Missed my Alpha though.” “I’m here babe.” Chloe teases, kissing her nose softly. “You should let Trix plait your hair more often, the curls suit you, my little Omega.”

#chloe decker #charlotte richards #charlotte/chloe #chloe/charlotte #lucifer #omegaverse christmas bingo

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englishindubellay · 5 months

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ecg 1

Le passif

sujet + auxiliaire BE (au temps que vous voulez) + verbe au participe passé

to be seen, he is seen, he was seen, he will be seen, he has been seen, he would be seen, he may be seen, etc...

Est-ce que la chambre d'Eloi est nettoyée tous les jours ? Je ne le pense pas. Une fois par mois, c'est assez, dit-il. (a clean freak, dirt, dust, to make one's bed, to sweep, to clean from top to bottom, pristine, passer l'aspirateur, balayer, un balai, une éponge, un chiffon, bleach)

Gautier et Estéban ont été réveillés par un bruit très fort à trois heures du matin. La police et les pompiers ont été immédiatement appelés et l'immeuble évacué. J'ignorais qu'ils vivaient sous le même toit. (firefighters ; the police station, to call 999 / 911 ; a trouble-maker, a racket)

Alice m'a dit que la situation était grave et qu'on doit faire quelque chose. Ne t'inquiète pas, le gouvernement va prendre des mesures (to take action) pour améliorer le pouvoir d'achat des étudiants (an economic slump, GDP, the economic growth, a sluggish economy, a growth rate, an stimulus package, a recovery)

La nouvelle maison de Marine est en construction. C'est une villa au bord de la mer sur la Côte d'Azur. C'est une blague, non ? (a summer residence, a cottage, a sea-side resort, a mountain resort, the coastline, lavish, there's no place like home, a gentleman's home is his castle, a home truth, there's nothing to write home about)

Sara déteste qu'on la fasse attendre (to keep someone waiting). Pourtant, elle est souvent en retard et elle ne s'excuse jamais. Arrête de la critiquer, s'il te plait ! (to do something on purpose, sécher un cours, faire l'école buissonnière, to run errands, a shopper, un commerçant)

Jade m'a dit que la plupart de vols pour les Etats-Unis ont été annulés en 2020 à cause de la crise sanitaire. Ce fut une catastrophe pour le secteur (industry) du tourisme.(a domestic flight, a stopover, a budget airline, a long-haul flight, to take off, to board a plane, two aircraft, the runway, atterrir)

J'ai été averti par Antoine de ne pas sortir le jeudi soir. Il m'a dit : « tu seras crevé vendredi matin si tu le fais ! » (a venue, to go clubbing, a sleepless night, to party, binge drinking)

Le voisin de Charlotte n'a pas été vu depuis octobre dernier. Je me demande où il est. Il a peut-être été enlevé (abducted) ou même pire, il a peut-être été assassiné.(un assassin, to be stabbed, Jack l'Eventreur, a private eye, un violeur, être condamné)

Mathurin pense que davantage d'argent devrait être dépensé pour '(on) l'éducation. La vraie question est « Es-tu prêt à payer plus d'impôts ? » (a tax-payer, to foot the bill, a budget deficit, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, tuition fees, the Treasury, des subventions, to go through the roof)

Ophélie a dit au réceptionniste qu'elle voulait être réveillée à 6 heures car elle ne veut pas rater son train. Ce dernier a répondu qu'il n'était pas payé pour ça. On ne verra plus Ophélie dans cet hôtel. (réserver une chambre, a maid, the concierge, a deluxe hotel, a noshow, annuler une réservation)

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princessroyal95 · 8 months

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This is love (Charlotte Katakuri x Hirawashi Len) [English version]

Summary

Who can love a monster like Charlotte Katakuri? He is the son of Charlotte Linlin, known as Big Mom, and the question of the second eldest child in the family is who could love someone like him.

The idea of him falls apart when he meets a somewhat tsundere girl, but with a heart of gold that will make the commander fall in love.

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The End

Five years have passed since the birth of the twins. Five years since Monkey D. Luffy became King of the Pirates. Five years since the kingdom of Totto Land was inspired by peace. Charlotte Linlin disappeared from the map, as she was killed by Kaido himself, but the Beast Ruler was defeated by Mugiwara. The kingdom of Wano is finally free. Charlotte Katakuri was chosen by the locals as the ruler of Whole Cake, because of his bravery and because he is considered the most revered, like a hero. Women go after him, to get his attention; however, he ignores them completely, as he has a family.

Speaking of which, Len is at home preparing lunch, as she has a visitor this afternoon. She looks more mature than before. Her hair is in a plait because it's a nuisance every time she has to do a chore or two. She doesn't always stay in the house, she also goes out in the afternoons with her children to get some fresh air. Being stuck in four walls is not good for their health. The curious thing is that they are a bit quiet. He looks at the clock, noting that it is midday, at that time of day they are not usually sleeping or doing anything naughty. They are always waiting for their father, especially little Hoppe. The two are inseparable.

She hears the door open, so she looks out to see who it is. It is Katakuri accompanied by his brothers. She smiles slightly at the sight of them and moves a little closer to greet them warmly.

"It's good to see you guys."

"Len-chan! Looks like we haven't seen each other in a while," Brûlée shouts with a smile on her lips.

"That's what happens when your brother holds me in here," she said, feeling Katakuri lift her up to sit her on his forearm.

"I don't always hold you," he corrected.

"If you saw him saying things like, 'I miss Len'. "Cracker mimics his brother, who gets a murderous look.

"Good because he knows I can bust his head in," she smiles falsely. "And put me down, I've got food on the fire."

A growl of annoyance comes from Katakuri's throat, who sets the girl down, as requested. Len runs quickly to the kitchen, but not before peeking down the stairs and shouting:

"Children! Daddy's already here with your uncles!"

Suddenly, some very loud footsteps form on the floor. Certain people are running all over the room, reaching the stairs to go down on them. But one false step, and one of them falls down along with her brother who are rolling all the way down to the floor below.

"Hoppe... you're on top of me."

"You hold on."

The boy gets up causing the girl to fall to the ground, laughing very happily.

Glutton inherited Katakuri's maroon hair and his mother's hazel eyes. He has dark skin and shoulder-length hair, and one of the prettiest faces there is. Hoppe, on the other hand, is the opposite of her brother. She inherited her mother's hair colour, brown, and her father's eyes, maroon. Her hair is short and somewhat spiky, and her skin is pale. And what stands out most about her are the fangs protruding from her mouth. In short, she is the female version of Katakuri.

"Daddy!" Little Hoppe, upon seeing her father, couldn't hold back the urge to run to him and get a hug.

Katakuri bends down to hold her in his arms, she is so small next to him.

"How are you, little one?

"I missed you!" says the little girl resting her cheek on her father's face, who has taken off his scarf.

"You see me every day." He watches out of the corner of his eye as Glutton approaches for attention as well, to which he bends down to grab him. "Have you been good?"

"Yes, Daddy." Sketches the boy's smile. "We picked up our toys to welcome our uncles."

"Oh, but how cute they are." Brûlée blushes a little, seeing that her nephews have turned out quite polite.

"Aunt Brûlée!" both brothers shout in unison. "Uncle Cracker! Uncle Oven! Uncle Daifuku! Auntie Smoothie! Auntie Galette!"

"Relax, you're going to choke yourselves by saying too many names."

Both children laugh at Smoothie's comment. The truth is that the children are hyperactive and giggly, they are not afraid of anything. They have taken on the character of their parents, Glutton is an example of this, because if they don't prepare his food, he gets very angry. Little Hoppe, however, is the opposite. She is calm, but sometimes calculating. Len loves the way she smiles, she doesn't care if people look at her the wrong way. She looks just like her father, but smaller and cuter.

They hear Len call out to them so they jump out of Katakuri's arms and head towards the dining room. The food was already served, so they sit down in their respective seats. The governor of Totto Land arrives along with his brothers. The table is large so that everyone is seated and no one is missing. Over the last few years, Len has become better at cooking, as he has a family to feed. And sometimes, she makes a treat or two. A clear example is making doughnuts for Katakuri. She makes all the effort in the world to make him happy, but he never complains.

"I hope you like what I've prepared today."

"It looks good," says Daifuku, taking a piece.

"Mama makes great food," Hoppe says cheerfully, waving her arms.

"And I don't doubt it. Oh, I forgot." Oven pulls a gift-wrapped package out of a bag. "This is for you, little girl."

One thing Hoppe loves is getting new toys, and even more so if it comes from Oven. Without hesitation, she takes it in her little hands and opens it in desperation. Her maroon eyes light up, instantly.

"Look Mummy, Teddy won't be lonely any more!" Teddy is her stuffed animal in the shape of a panda bear. "What animal is it?"

"It's a cat," Len replies, glad to see the happy little girl.

"Dad, what shall we name her?"

Katakuri looks at the little girl with interest. Whenever her aunt and uncle give her a cuddly toy, she always goes to him to give it a name.

"What do you think of Kitty?"

"I like it!"

Glutton puffs out his cheeks, annoyed that they're always giving his little sister things. However, he is surprised to have a gift package in front of him. He looks at Daifuku who is holding it out to him.

"We haven't forgotten about you, champ."

The boy, without thinking, takes that gift and is tearing it apart greedily, he is eager to know what it is. A wooden sword for his collection.

"Great! I needed one. Thanks, Uncle Daifuku!"

"What I expect you to take care of her. You've already broken four for playing too much," his mother scolds him.

"It came out to the father, what did you expect?" Cracker at the comment he made, but Katakuri said nothing.

"Glutton adopted Katakuri's gluttonous form," Len remorselessly confesses.

"You know that better than anyone." Galette laughs at her sister-in-law's comment.

Katakuri blushes too much to cover himself even more with the scarf. And he is not the only one, his son puts on the cap of his jacket to hide his face, because it is red hot. The women in the room laugh at the sight of the monkeys. Hoppe is so amused by her new toy that she doesn't even notice that the food is already cold. Nevertheless, she puts the doll aside to eat. She didn't mind eating it like this, she likes the food her mother prepares.

Katakuri's siblings started to talk about conquests, as they should be looking for new territories. This bores the children too much, so they choose to go off and play quietly. Glutton starts swinging the wooden sword, pretending to be fighting someone. And Hoppe decides to leave Kitty at the table to look for her other stuffed animal, which is in her room. She has decided to play with the two dolls.

The maroon-haired boy sees out of the corner of his eye that his sister is coming up the stairs, and gives an amused smile. He takes the opportunity to approach the stuffed toy and fight it. He hits it several times with the wooden sword, not caring if he breaks it or not. Let's just say that Glutton inherited his father's and mother's strength at the same time. He will be a born fighter when he is a little older. He's young and still has a lot to learn.

Suddenly, he hears a shout from someone so he stops playing. It is his sister Hoppe who holds Teddy and looks on in horror at the scene.

"What are you doing with Kitty?!"

"Playing with him. He's my rival," says the little boy very calmly.

"You have no right to take him without my permission!" she moves towards him, grabbing the doll. Glutton, however, stops her. "It's mine!"

"I have the right to play too!" Both children start to throw the stuffed animal hard.

"But Uncle Oven gave it to me!"

"I don't care!"

"Let go of it!"

"I won't let go!"

They are not realising that they are breaking the dummy. The stitches, little by little, are breaking. They are so blinded in wanting to play with the stuffed animal that, suddenly, it cracks completely. Hoppe falls to the ground hurting while Glutton stands, holding Kitty's body. Len, hearing the screams, can't help but lean out to see what's going on, along with the others who are worried.

"Well, what's all the fuss about?"

"Mummy, I..." The little boy wanted to apologise, but he notices a somewhat uncomfortable tension in that room.

Hoppe stands up slowly, still holding the doll's head. It is new and now it is broken. She squeezes that part of her toy tightly and slowly turns around. Glutton is looking at the demon. The girl's eyes are blank and she emanates a somewhat dangerous aura. It reminds her a lot of her mum when she gets angry. Is the same thing happening to her?

"Glutton! I won't forgive you for breaking the kitten!" She jumps up quickly and punches her brother's face hard, causing him to slam into the wall.

Just like her mother', they all think with a drop on their temples. Katakuri is very surprised that his princess has done that. It is the first time he has seen her behave like that. For his part, Len walks over to the little girl who, after hitting her brother, starts to cry because the present Oven gave her has been broken. She strokes her daughter's head to comfort her. It can be fixed and she must understand that. Now she hears Glutton crying loudly, for the beating she received from her sister.

Katakuri comes up to her level, stroking his head to stop him crying. He looks carefully to see if the boy is unharmed. There are no injuries, so he is reassured. But that blow looks like Len's when she gets really angry. Children know this and have experienced it. If they see their mother getting angry, it's best not to say anything, otherwise they don't want to get yelled at or have a shoe thrown at them.

Katakuri sighs lightly, picking up the little Glutton, walking in the direction of Len and the little girl. They both look at them, wondering what they would want.

"You'd both better apologise for what happened. One for breaking the new stuffed animal and one for hitting him."

Both children look at each other, hesitating. But they are responsible for something they have done.

"I'm sorry," they say in unison.

Len widens her smile a little more as she watches both twins apologise for what happened. She picks up Glutton, who is a little bigger than his sister, and hugs them both like never before, to which they are overjoyed. However, Katakuri doesn't stay behind, he picks up Len, taking advantage of the height difference, and gives his little family a little cuddle.

"Well, we'll take our leave. We can see there's too much love in the air," comments Cracker already pushing his brothers.

"Onii-chan remember that Mugiwara is coming tomorrow to talk about the future of Totto Land! See you later!"

"See you later!"

Right, he just remembered that he's coming to Luffy tomorrow to talk about some important issues. It's only natural, he's the current Pirate King and owes him a huge favour. And his thoughts are dispersed when he feels small hands on his face. Hoppe, the spitting image of Katakuri, gives her father a smile. Those fangs protruding from her face, like him, did not stop her from being a happy girl who loves her family very much. The man is so touched by this that he purrs very close to her, to which she laughs.

Len takes the opportunity to kiss her husband's lips, feeling like the happiest woman at that moment. And he obviously doesn't refuse. They listen as their own children make a gesture of disgust, as if they don't like to see their parents kissing. Their mother tugs on their ears to stop them from being mean and reminds them that they will do the same at some point, but when they come of age. Both children yawn loudly, as they are a bit tired.

They have become accustomed to napping after eating. Katakuri takes them to their respective rooms while Len goes to the kitchen to do the dishes. The truth is that raising two children is no easy task. Especially if your husband is away all day. That's normal, he's the ruler of the Totto Land kingdom. She is so focused that she doesn't even flinch in the presence of her husband, who hugs her and rests his head on her shoulder. He makes a purring sound as if wanting some attention.

She just smiles, knowing full well what he wants.

"Kata, I'm with this.

"And can't you put that aside and attend to your husband?"

"My husband is in a hurry from what I see." She turns slightly to face him and is lifted up by him, sitting her on the edge.

"It's just that we haven't played in a while. And since I have the opportunity, I don't want to waste it."

"Pervert."

"I'm your pervert," he says purring like a lovesick teenager.

She can't stop laughing as he's so close to her, tickling her without realizing it. Katakuri seizes the moment to take her in his arms and kiss her like never before. He loved doing that gesture. Pampering her as if she were a great treasure hidden on an unknown island. The kisses are soft, showing affection for each other, and little by little it intensifies even more. The ex-commander walks in the direction of the room. His love cave as he would call it. It sounds rather corny, even Len would hit him for saying something so absurd. But it didn't matter anymore.

They both love each other deeply and are already used to hearing nonsense from their partner. Already in bed, he begins to give all the affection in the world to his wife. And not because of how beautiful she was. Not because of the need he feels. It's because he loves her too much. He wouldn't stop touching that velvety skin, those lips that beg to be kissed, those moans provoked by him. And whoever calls him crazy doesn't know that he feels like the luckiest man in the world.

He was about to make progress; however, Len stops him. He looks at him in confusion, raising his eyebrow, wanting some explanation. The young woman sits down, her fingers still touching that scar.

"Kata, I have something to tell you."

"Is it good or bad?" Should he be worried right now?

"It's good." She blushes a little. She takes Katakuri's hand gently and guides it to her belly. He didn't understand until he catches it seconds later, eyes wide. "I'm pregnant again."

Music to Katakuri's ears. He hugs her with all his might, but without hurting her.

"You don't know how happy I am."

"I was going to say it in the dining room, but I saw our little ones so excited, I forgot.

"They'd scream with excitement, believe me." He looks at her for a long moment, wanting to tell her a few things. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Because of everything," the man confesses, "ever since I was a child, I haven't been treated the way I wanted to be treated. Mum didn't give a damn about anything and even made fun of us because of the way we looked. I didn't give a damn what people thought of me, but when Brûlée was hurt, my whole life changed." His eyes stopped sparkling for a few moments. "I already had it in my mind that no one would notice a monster like me. Until you came along." The life comes back into him, now looking excitedly towards the young girl. "At first I felt fear and curiosity, and I've come to realise that you didn't really care about my physique. You like what you see. You accept me as I am. You made me bring out my inner child. You did everything you could to make me not feel afraid. And on top of that you made me believe in love." Tighten your grip. "You are the most precious thing in my life and I will be by your side until death do us part."

Len was so moved by this that he couldn't help but cry. She weeps with joy at these words.

"You are the most wonderful and humble man I have ever met. A great warrior who takes things seriously, but when it's you, you're the loveliest thing in the world.I love your face and I can't get enough of kissing it." She leans her forehead against his. "Though you're twice my age and twice my size, I'll always love you. I will love you till death do us part."

"To swoon, to dare, to be furious,

rough, tender, liberal, elusive,

encouraged, mortal, deadly, dead, alive,

loyal, treacherous, cowardly, and spirited;

to find no centre and repose outside of good,

to be cheerful, sad,

humble, haughty,

angry, courageous, fugitive,

satisfied, offended, suspicious;

to flee from the face of clear disappointment,

to drink poison for sweet liquor,

to forget profit, to love harm,

To believe that a heaven in a hell fits,

to give life and soul to a disappointment:

this is love, he who has tasted it knows it".

Lope de Vega

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Chapter XXI.

#one piece #romance #charlotte katakuri #oc #original character #katakuri one piece #english language

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