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acewritesfics · 17 days

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This is my Fucking Wedding Day | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No

Warnings: Swearing. S/N - Sister's Name, S/H - Sister's Husband, E/C - Eye Colour.

Word Count: 1,272

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Standing in a slip and stockings with her makeup freshly applied, Y/N tells her mother, "I need to see Tommy."

"You're well aware that you cannot see him right now. It is unlucky for the groom to see his bride in her wedding gown before she walks down the aisle," Her mother makes her objections known.

"Have you forgotten who Tommy is?" She inquires while casting a wary gaze at her mother. "That man creates his own bad luck; he doesn't need a ridiculous superstition to create it for him. And also, I won't be wearing my wedding gown."

"And you still want to marry him? I thought he was a gypsy. Doesn't he believe in such 'ridiculous' superstitions?"

"You wouldn't need to ask that question if you actually took the time to get to know him," Y/N scolds her. She stops her seamstress from bringing her gown to her, asking for her silk robe instead.

Her mother has never been accepting of Tommy, and her entire family disapproves of the Birmingham gangster, who will soon become her husband. Her mother and father have no trouble reminding her that Tommy isn't good enough for her, that all he brings is trouble and death, and that she'll be the next to perish, whether it's by his hands or by an enemy that he's enraged. However, despite what others say and have said, she has continued her relationship with the man she loves so deeply.

She acknowledges that Thomas Shelby isn't a flawless man, but she also believes that he has wonderful qualities and those qualities have led her to fall so in love with him.

Her father and siblings despise Tommy so much that they refused to attend her wedding. Its broke Y/N's heart when they couldn't even pretend to be happy for her. At least her mother was trying to try for her. Her mother knew she would feel regret and shame for missing her youngest daughter's most important day. Not to mention, she doesn't want to appear prejudiced. The older woman also wed a man that her family didn't approve.

She defends Tommy and their relationship by saying, "I know he's not perfect like S/N's husband, but I am in love with Tommy, and he loves me."

The fact that her sister had become pregnant with Andrew, her oldest nephew, after only knowing her husband for two months made it clear why she had wed him. S/H, her husband, is a renowned attorney who is adored by everyone and well regarded in his legal community. Their marriage was good, and they made it work but the only love they shared was the mutual love they had for their children they had together when they tried to make it work, romantically.

"Now, could you kindly hand me my robe?" she asks, growing irritated with her mother's constant putting down of her soon-to-be husband. The seamstress brought the silk robe to Y/N's mother who handed it to her with a disapproving glare.

There are times when Y/N's mother regrets being as headstrong and stubborn as she is since now, she has a daughter who is just like her. As a child, Y/N was always the one who resembled her the most since she was independent, headstrong, outspoken and free-spirited. Y/N carried some of those characteristics into adulthood. Those same characteristics helped her to tame her Peaky Blinder lover.

Y/N pulls on her robe and ties the sash around her waist.

"Your hair still has to be done," her mother calls after her as she walks toward the door.

"I'll be back in a moment," She exits the room with a elegant boldness in her step and makes her way to the section of the church where Tommy, his brothers and the rest of his wedding party will be.

Y/N is just about to knock on the door when Tommy's voice can be heard quite clearly above the others.

"This is my fucking wedding day! I want you all to be on your best fucking behavior. My bride deserves to have her special day not ruined by anyone, including you lot. If anyone causes any fucking trouble, you will escort them as discreetly as possible out of the building and off the property. Gentlemen, this is not the day for violence. It is a day for celebration. If any of you start fighting, I'll fucking kill you myself. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Tommy's speech is followed by a chorus of "yes boss."

She knocks on the door and stands outside the room until someone opens it. She doesn't want to make a spectacle or grab anybody's attention by just being in her robe and a slip. She beams when she sees Finn, who has a surprised expression on his face when he realizes it's his soon-to-be sister-in-law. The youngest Shelby brother is by far her favourite among her in-laws, but she wouldn't admit it to anybody but Tommy. Though he aspires to be just like his brothers, he has never lost the innocence he's carried right through his childhood.

"Miss Y/L/N, you're not supposed to be here."

"I am aware, but I need to speak with Tommy. It won't take long, I swear" she promises the teenager. "Would you kindly get him for me?"

"I can't say no to you, can I?" He chuckles softly and closes the door.

A few seconds later, Tommy rushes out the door, a worried look on his handsome face. He stops in front of her and reaches for her waist. "Is everything all right?"

She responds smiling, placing her hand on his face, softly caressing his cheek with her thumb as she looks into his breathtakingly gorgeous blue eyes, which had captured her interest since she first saw him in London three years ago.

"Everything is perfect, Thomas, but there is something I need to tell you. I've been trying since yesterday morning, but we haven't had a moment alone to ourselves."

"We're alone now, so what is it?" His voice is gentle and soothing.

She takes one of his hands from around her waist and moves it toward her lower abdomen. "I learned that the illness I've been experiencing is not just pre-wedding nerves. I saw the doctor the day before yesterday after Polly made a remark about my body changing. Tommy, I'm pregnant."

"You're pregnant?" His eyes widen in astonishment, yet his lips have a trace of a smile. "You're pregnant!"

He continues to smile from ear to ear as he ends the kiss. "It's fortunate that our wedding is today. It's one less thing we have to worry about before the baby arrives."

She looks at him with such affection in her E/C eyes that she lets out a soft giggle at what he said. "I love you, Mr. Shelby."

"I love you as well, Mrs. Shelby," He responds leaning in to kiss her again.

She leans in close to his lips and murmurs, "I'm not Mrs. Shelby quite yet."

"It's just a matter of time," he replies before pressing his lips against hers and kissing her passionately, wanting nothing more than for their wedding to begin so she may become Mrs. Thomas Shelby.

"Oi, you two leave it for the honeymoon, yeah?" Arthur's gruff voice broke the almost newlyweds apart. "Now Miss Y/L/N, I don't mean to sound rude, but you best be off to finish getting ready."

"I'm on my way," she tells the oldest Shelby brother as she steps back from Thomas and leaves to go back to her chamber, leaving the two brothers to finish getting ready themselves.

#acewritesfics repost #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #tommy shelby

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journalofanoldsoul · 1 year

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Women Perfume Recommendations

Here are some perfume recommendations based on the main character traits associated with each Venus sign (Natal Chart) :

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Remember, personal scent preferences can vary, so it's always best to sample perfumes and choose the one that resonates with you the most.

I hope you have enjoyed this selection. Let me know what's your venus sign and favourite perfume.

Stay tune for more astro posts…

xoxo J.

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anime-is-godlike · 1 year

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Twisted wonderland dorms x esmeralda reader

One day the dorm leaders (jamil instead of kalim for this one) finds a magical stone with the power to show parts of the past of someone close to them they choose not to use it to respect there privacy of that person but shenanigans ensue and the stone is used and there shown there dear SO’s past

This is the Disney version of the hunchback of notre dame

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Vil heels was clipping on the floor as he was walking through the halls of his dorm being the elegant man he was when he Heard the sound of his heel kicking something he didn’t think much of it and decided find rook he needed some advice

“Where is he?” Vil stroked his cheek he turned around and again he kicked something he finally looked down and saw a stone it looked like a very ordinary stone but something seemed to interest him like a hides beauty

He saw sure if he said that out loud he would hear his hunter friend spouting poetry and cheesy romantic line he thought back on the time rook tried his poetry with you and the look of confusion and disgust on your face nearly made him laugh

“This stone looks familiar roi du poison” a voice said next to rook in his ear he blinked only one person was so bold to do this to thee vil shoenheit

“Rook I have been calling for you” he turned to look at the hunter with a frown

“Oui I heard but I was to busy looking for monsieur cherry apple” vil nod his head and noticed a purple hair boy coming towards them along with a flee bag which vil turned his head at

“Epel why is grim here?” Vil asked but before epel could answer grim yelled out

“Myaaaaaa vil I smelt something here!!” Vil tilted his head at the cat

“What ever do you mean?” Vil asked to which grim got into even more of a huff

“It smells like the black rock I wanna eat it!!!” Grim yelled out flying around like a angry child

“Monsieur fuzzball please be calm like summers day” sadly vil was cut of by grim lunging at vil

“I can smell it in your hand!!” Grim said all vil could do was sigh he had half a mind to just give grim the stone so he’d leave him alone

“Wait grim stop!!” Epel said grabbing onto grim and rook grabs epel giving him a helping hand vil slightly opens his palm and is met with a blinding light and darkness

……………

Vil rubbed his eyes and got of the floor quickly the floor felt dirty and he had no clue how long he was on the floor a noise was next to him

“God dang dab it where in the hells are we?” Epel said with his ghastly accent well at least in vils eyes he tried to think back trying to wonder how they got into this situation

Around then where stone walls and candles lit the room with many stone pillars holding up the roof it was weird the candles didn’t flicker and the wind was stagnant almost like time was frozen then a flicker of light illuminated the dark place a small orb floats down

“Good evening” it said in a high pitched voice

“Hello” vil said with a cross of his arms

“Ahhh finally I polite one!” It said flying up and down almost like it was bouncing

“Could you please explain what is going on?” Epel asked in a somewhat shaky voice

“Ahhh I see …usually the headmaster tells them it they know immediately this is weird……” the last part was a whisper that the others couldn’t catch

“Hehehe anyway this is what you call a memory stone and it shows you memory’s of the person closest to your heart but you can’t refuse to see these memories before you deny” it said with a nod the others look at each other

“Nyaaaaa we gotta see memories that’s boring!!!” Grim yelled

“Ahhh still the same every time I see you fur ball?” Vil and rook and epel tilted there head the same have grim and the orb met before?

“Ahhhhhh anyway since vil activated it you’ll be seeing yuu’s memories” it said floating around proud vil thought on it the most he knew of your past was that you where a gypsy and that you have a goat named jolly who he despises as does jolly with him

“Okay now let’s get down to business usually I’d show 3 items which hold special memories of yuu but I’m kinda getting bored of repeating the same stuff so this time around” a crown like object floats down from the darkness in the ceiling

“Since you’ve been kind to me…unlike that lion…I’ll let you see her passion” it whispers again in the middle of the sentence

“Also since you’ve been extra nice I’ll let you hear her sing ahhhh what a wonderful singer she is” it said in a dreamy voice and vil has a think back when has he ever heard you sing during the song competition you didn’t audition you just helped out with managing the team

“Have fun~” it said the crown floats down and the scene before then starts there in the same building but now everything was moving the candles flickering but now something was added yuu was in front of them leaning against the piller

“Wow so this is dame corbeau home” rook said eyeing the place like a hawk

“Be quiet” epel whisper yelled

Your leaning against the piller and yuu sighs out with jolly by her feet it she looks over to a couple people on there knees preying

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“I don’t know if you can hear me” she sang in a soft voice looking at a statue of a women holding a child

“Of if your even there” she walked closer to the statue hands in front looking up at it

“I don’t know if you would listen to a gypsy’s prey” she looked down

“Yes I know I’m just a outcast” she looks away

“I shouldn’t speak to you” she looks at the statue again

“Still I see you face and wander…where you once a outcast too” vil rook epel and grim where floored they’ve never heard such a beautiful voice before

“Wow but the word seem sad?” Epel said and vil nods he’ll ask once he’s back home about your past you turn around and start walking through the hall of lit candles

“God help the outcast” you sand taking each step

“Hungry from birth show then the mercy they don’t find on earth” your face was illuminated by the candles which made you even more enchanting in vils eyes

“God help my people we look to you still god help the outcasts… or nobody will” yuu is walking behind some pillers walking further into the church and the other people there are walking out the church suddenly there voices ring out

“I ask for wealth” some sang

“I ask for fame” another sang

“I ask for glory to shine on my name” there lines struck something in vil those lines reminded him of his wishes back when he was younger

“I ask for love I can possess” everyone was now singing in front of a stain glass window

“I ask for God and his angels to bless me” they raised there hands in the air vil and the others looked to yuu wondering what her wish was yuu leaned into a wall

“I ask for nothing” yuu said sliding down a bit vil’s eyes widen nothing?

“I can get by” she walked off

“But I know so many less lucky than I” yuu continued to walk around

“Please help my people the poor and downtrod” she walked to a stain glass window and very large round one

“I thought we all were the children of God” she froze looking still

“God help the outcast…children of God~” yuu leans down and hugs jolly she was bathed in the light of the sun and colours of the glass and the scene fades away and there now back vil eyes where wide her voice was so mesmerising and beautiful rook looked at him with a smile so did epel and grim was silent for once vil turned on his heel his hair flipped dramatically and he strode of towards you

He got to your dorm to see you humming away underneath the light of the sun with jolly at your feet you sensed a person there and looked up to be met with the eyes of your one and only partner vil

“Hey…you okay” he smiled at you and without another word scoops you into his arms and kisses your cheek then places his head in the crook of your neck your eyes were wide he’s never done anything like this before jolly looked at you two then with a huff walked out the dorm you giggled and wrap your arms around him

“So where’s the matter?”

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Hope you liked this part only 2 left to go

Not proofread

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #epel felmier #rook hunt #vil shoenheit #x reader

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evita-shelby · 5 months

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12 Days of Smuff: Day 8

Fancy party + praising

For the anon who wanted more Luca smut 🖤🖤

Cw: smut, mirror sex, praise kink, breeding kink, daddy kink, mentions of a misscarriage, past infidelity and implied cuckolding 🤭

Luca feels his pride swell when he walks in with his wife.

She is everything a man could want and some more. Even better she is only his.

They can stare all they want, they can gossip all they want and it wouldn’t change the fact that Luca has the crème of crème.

The wedding is elegant and fine, his cousin looks lovely in her blue dress and the groom is of good enough standing with their family to provide a good party.

The Shelbys are invited as are the Black Country Boys and the Sabinis and other assorted families they are on good terms with…for now.

Luca will make them all kneel before him when the time comes, or perhaps he will let them have England while he goes where the real power lies: America.

The Irish no longer had the power from before nor did the Jews, the time for Sicily’s sons to show the new world how its done was coming.

And who better than Luca to pave the way to glory.

“Really at your cousin’s wedding and your scheming, Luca?” Eva asks as she drinks the bubbly champagne they have to hide back home.

Prohibition had made them rich, with the stupid ideology that a ban on drink would make the nation sober Christians.

Only made it easier for the wolves to wear the snow white wool during the light of day.

“As if you’re not bored out of your mind either, pussycat.” He answers as he gets a better idea to pass the time.

On their wedding party they snuck away to fuck, during the trip here Eva had fucked herself on his cock as they shared a deck chair and just last night, they’d fucked until the sun rose.

Eva wanted a baby and it was taking its sweet time being conceived. The sooner it cane the sooner they could pretend the one they lost never existed.

“You’d think I didn’t leave you satisfied this morning with how you’re thinking, Lucito.” The witch murmured as if she didn’t have new lingerie made with a slit that had her pussy on display.

Her dress was short, not short enough to be scandalous, but practical for what he has in mind.

“And worth every penny.” The witch almost purred as he nudged her towards the empty dressing room down the hall.

Luca was a man of class, he’d never stoop so low as to fuck her in the powder room when the bride’s dressing room had elegant couches and a mirror to fuck in front of.

“You’re by far the most beautiful woman in the room, tonight, Mrs. Changretta.” Its not long until they’re tossing his aunt’s church veil off the lily white couch and he’s showing his wife how beautiful she looks with her pussy spread open on the mirror across them.

His maga has never felt insecure about her looks or her place in his heart, but seeing all the women Luca dallied with in Birmingham gathered under one roof, Eva had been on edge.

Didn’t help Thomas Shelby seemed to be intrigued by her and every second he tried not to stare was a second Luca spent thinking of how to kill the gypsy.

The Sicilian takes his time as he prepares her for him. Having her suck his long fingers as he praised her to the heavens.

“No one can ever compare to you, maga. Its why Shelby stares at you, ‘cause he can’t have you. No one can.” The gangster feels her moan around his fingers and knows she’ll make a mess before he even fucks her.

“I’m yours, daddy. Only yours.” The witch cries once her mouth is free and his fingers enter her trimmed little pussy rather audibly.

No smart comments nor other words come out of her as he gives her a taste of what’s too come.

He’s slow and methodical about this, he wasn’t forgotten by all those women for a reason.

Polly couldn’t keep to her husband’s bed when Luca came to visit his father and half-brother, neither was sure if little Sally had been Gray’s or his.

“The only woman who’s gonna give children is you, you’re gonna look so good with our baby growing inside you.” The party is in full swing outside, but Luca doesn’t give a shit about who’s missing them when his witch looks puts the whores in the pictures to shame.

She writhes and clenched around his fingers as she came, only words she could say was his name.

“You want me to fuck a baby into you right now, do you want daddy to fill you up with his cum as he tells you all the things you already know?” the gangster doesn’t need to do much to prepare himself for the main course, just the sight of them in the mirror had him harder than the rusted piece of iron he wore in his pocket the day he married her.

The witch could only nod as she bit back a rather loud moan.

“Let them hear you, amore, let them hear how good daddy fucks you.” He groans as he thrusts into her at the perfect angle.

And sure enough Eva cries and babbles loudly as he rams into her as deep as he can. “Oh, god, Luca!”

Its not long before she’s cumming again underneath, the white sofa bearing the testament of the capo’s virility just as he ruins her pussy as some romantic ballads try to drown the sinful sounds they make at the newlyweds expense.

And with such a sight before him, Luca came just as hard as he came on their wedding night.

“How long do we have until they come looking for us?” his wife asks with eyes shut as she recovered from their lovemaking.

“Long enough to ruin the sofa some more.” He answered panting from the exertion.

#12 days of smuff #luca changretta x oc #luca changretta x ofc #luca changretta x eva smith #incantatrice #evacore

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elliebyrrdwrites · 9 days

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Dramione Blurb 9

Draco was in the kitchen the next morning.

He looked over his shoulder when she entered and together, they froze. She hadn’t expected to see him so early. She had failed to find much sleep the night before and had risen from her bed with the sole purpose to make coffee before anyone else arrived.

The sun had not yet risen and birds still refused to sing their morning greeting.

“Good morning, Granger.” He was freshly showered. His stubble from the day before was gone and Hermione had to hold the inward groan that pressed into the back of her throat.

Staring at Draco Malfoy was something that was incredibly conflicting. He was beautiful, he was unlike anyone she had ever seen before in her life. He still looked elegant and lethal. Just as he had that day outside the courtroom. Only he was more...everything. Taller, somehow. Deadlier. More beautiful.

And he had no right to be so alluring.

His eyebrow rose as she continued to stare at him. “Coffee?” He asked and she caught the twitch of his lip, as if fighting a smile.

Schooling her features into a scowl, she cleared her throat.

“Yes, please.” She threw her head up high, tossing her tangled hair behind her shoulder and moved toward him.

He went back to the task before him. There were two cups of coffee sitting on the counter. One was black, the other a light brown. He picked it up and handed it to her. “Cream, one sugar.”

Hermione took the cup, trying hard to mask her surprise. She didn’t want to ask him how he knew the way she took her coffee. Instead, she accepted it with muted lips and avoided brushing her fingers against his own.

Her eyes were not so well behaved. Even as he lifted the mug of coffee and took a sip, his eyes held hers. Gazes brushing against one another the way her fingers had refused to.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked, lowering his mug.

She started at their sudden proximity. He had stepped closer, as their eyes wrestled one another’s. She hadn’t noticed but now he was so close, she could see the way the blue in his eyes spread from his pupil. The texture and the color reminded her of microscopic look into that of a single snowflake.

“I didn’t.” She confessed.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He murmured. Those glacial eyes began to categorize her features, the state of her hair. They caressed her like he cared. She felt it, like a warmth spreading across her, comforting her.

Hermione hurriedly took a sip of coffee. Anything that might distract herself from the fact that she had not yet pulled away from him.

“Granger,” Draco’s voice had softened in a way she hadn’t heard before. It caused her skin to tighten, her breath to quicken. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

She inhaled sharply, deeply. Her chest rose and stalled when his hand lifted, reaching out for her cheek.

The kitchen door opened and Hermione automatically took a step backwards.

Harry entered the kitchen, looking as tired as he had the night before. He rubbed at the hair atop his head as he yawned. He was dressed for work, though it looked as if he had grabbed the first shirt he had found off the floor and had thrown it on.

“Oh, Harry.” Hermione went about her usual routine of fussing over her best friend. She began prepping a cup for him, eager to see the version of her best friend that wasn’t weighed down by the deaths of others. The friend who was sans the stress of fighting against dark and malicious wizards.

Harry smiled at her before he nodded at Malfoy.

“You’re here early.”

Draco shrugged and slid a hand into his pocket. “I figured we’d get to those Gypsy’s campsite as early as possible.”

Harry nodded and accepted the cup of coffee she handed to him. He took a drink and his green eyes flicked between her and Draco as they stared over the rim of his cup. When they finally settled on Draco, he lifted a questioning brow at his new partner.

Draco sighed and turned to face Hermione. “You’re face is infuriating.”

Harry choked on his coffee, and the kitchen filled with loud coughing.

“My face is what?” Flushed, obviously, with a renewed sort of rage.

Draco rolled his eyes, only cementing her rage and indignation, as if whatever he said dignified no such response from her.

“For fucks sake, Malfoy.” Harry murmured but Hermione was too angry to see the lopsided grin on her friends face threatening to break free.

No, all of her attention was on the insufferable man in front of her. The man who had done nothing but torment and confuse her for years!

The kitchen door swung open.

“Hey,” Ron entered, breathless, his eyes wide and full of alarm. They found her immediately.

“Are you alright?” Ron asked, turning his attention back to her, taking a step forward and wrapping his hands around her shoulders. He bent his knees to level her with a look.

Ron knew about the killer.

With a sigh, nodded. “Did you tell him?” She asked Harry, chancing a glance his way.

Harry paused in the middle of taking a sip and lowered his cup. “No.”

“Gin told me you had been assigned a bodyguard.” Ron murmured into her hair and sighed. “Then, I remembered the photos you were looking at yesterday morning.” He said to Harry.

He pulled her close and placed a kiss to the top of her head.

“How are you doing?” He asked as he pulled back to allow her space to drink her coffee.

“I’m alright, Ron.” She forced a smile.

Chancing a glance to Draco, she found his features cold, neutral. The mask of detachment was back.

“How did you know I’d be here?” She asked Ron, sliding her gaze back to where he was standing.

“Well, I tried your flat first.” He shrugged. He still had access to it, of course. She hadn’t thought about him using it after their breakup, however.

“Oh.”

“When I found it empty, I figured Harry wanted you close by.”

She didn’t bother telling him that Harry wasn’t the only one who insisted upon it.

“Perfect timing, mate.” Harry cleared his throat. “We were just about to leave. Do you have time to keep ‘Mione company until Theo gets here?”

“What?” Draco’s cold eyes fell on Harry. “I’m not leaving her with him.” His chin lifted toward Ron.

Ron scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Hate to break it to you, Malfoy, but not only was I an Auror but Hermione is anything but defenseless.”

A flare of pride ran up her back, causing her posture to straighten. Ron was right. Together, they had fought a war. Thanks to her quick thinking, she had managed to fight against dark wizards who had years of experience on her.

“That means nothing to me.” Draco sneered.

“Well, it should!” Hermione spat back. “I’m not a defenseless idiot, Malfoy.”

His eyes slowly dragged from where Ron stood to settle them onto her. “That is not the point.”

“What is then?” She set her coffee onto the kitchen island. “Because despite my infuriating face, I thought keeping me safe was the entire point. Ron and I are capable of fighting off an attacker. We fought together for years against men just as vile as this killer. Or did you just conveniently forget about all of that?”

Draco was glaring at her, now, with a clenched jaw. His cup settled onto the counter with a bit of wandless, non-verbal magic that she might have found impressive had it not been the fire of rage burning through her.

“Trust me, Granger, I’ve forgotten nothing.” He turned to leave the kitchen but stopped just before the door, looking over his shoulder. “And your face might be the least infuriating thing about you.”

Harry sighed, loud and exasperated as Hermione growled.

Draco left the kitchen.

With an annoyed and apologetic smile, Harry left to follow.

“Yeah,” Ron shook his head. “Things between you two are no less confusing.”

Hermione whipped her head to glare at him. “There is nothing between Draco and I.”

He held his hands up and chuckled. “Hey, a man can only hope.”

#dramione #fanfic #dramione fanfic #hermione granger #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #idiots in love #dramione blurbs #dramione blurb

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dandruffaromatics · 10 months

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Old petty bourgeoisie,

as puny as you are,

I can't tell if you cause me grief,

pity, disgust, or melancholy...

You're glad if a thief dies,

if a whore gets arrested,

if the parish of the Sacred Heart

purchases a new bell.

You're satisfied with the misfortunes of others,

you hold on tight to your money,

anguished by the great torment

that the wind may one day take it back.

And on Sunday, with an elegant dress,

with the family heads leading the way,

you gather in your churches,

in every city, in every town.

You listen up to the sermon,

giving up on the tavern.

So gray and so dignified,

you take your own chains out for a walk.

Old petty bourgeoisie,

as puny as you are,

I can't tell if you cause me grief,

pity, disgust, or melancholy...

You rejoice when the unusuals

are treated like criminals:

you'd lock up in an asylum

all gypsies and all intellectuals.

You love order and discipline;

you worship your dear police,

except when they're investigating

over a bankruptcy case.

You can steal with discretion,

pettiness and moderation,

tweaking balances and accounts,

receipts and invoices.

You can lie with courtesy,

cynicism and cowardice;

you've found in hypocrisy

your own form of poetry.

Old petty bourgeoisie,

as puny as you are,

I can't tell if you cause me grief,

pity, disgust, or melancholy...

You can't stand those who have sex

more than once per week,

or who do it for longer than two hours,

or those who do it in strange ways.

You can have many disgraces:

for instance an artist daughter,

or a son who's not into commerce,

or, worse still, one who's a Communist.

Always willing to gossip,

in the name of civil respect;

always staring up fixed

at the ceiling, your only horizon.

Always ready to crush the hands

of anyone struggling out of a pit,

always ready to lick the bones

of the richer and their dogs.

Old petty bourgeoisie,

old folks of my own kind,

so puny as you are,

the wind will blow you away some day.

#bourgeoise #socialism #italy #italian #social justice #70s #fight #music #song #leftism #solarpunk #Spotify

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rastronomicals · 1 year

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7:35 PM EDT May 23, 2023:

Al DiMeola - "Mediterranean Sundance" From the album Elegant Gypsy (April 1977)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Fusion with a Les Paul

#Al DiMeola #Elegant Gypsy #Mediterranean Sundance

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snowbellewells · 8 months

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Self Promo Sunday: "Moonlit Ghosts"

I thought that for the weeks in October (and maybe even into early November) I would post some Autumn/Fall/Halloween-themed fics I've written over the years. Our particular fandom and ship has a wealth of fall/Halloween fics really, but hopefully someone might enjoy these contributions of mine - most have a few years on them now, so they might even be ones people have missed or not seen for a while...

Anyway, this first one is a little one shot with some Halloween-tinged feels. There are a few small mentions from 6a episodes of the show, but nothing major as far as spoilers. I hope you all enjoy! :)

Summary: The Storybrooke crew has enough time and peace to plan a little Autumn revelry aboard the Jolly Roger for the kids of the town. The young Author, the librarian, and Emma and Killian, work together to provide some Halloween thrills and chills as well as a haunting story...

Can also be read on AO3 or ff.net if you would prefer...

by: @snowbellewells

Moonlight trickled down a lovely, filtering illusion of brightness amidst the night's shadows, illuminating the surface of the water and glancing off the copper sides of the lanterns Belle had hung around the deck, burning low for effect. Grinning widely in spite of herself – a twinkle in her eye and a mischievous quirk to her smile, Emma Swan waited in the hall below decks, just past the stairs up from the crew and captain's quarters on the Jolly Roger, where their special guests couldn't see her. The elegant old girl bobbed gently with the rise and fall of the waves where she lay at anchor a mile or so out of Storybrooke harbor.

The children circled on the floor around Belle's seat at the stern were wide-eyed, rapt, and silent at the story she wove for them, the lights flickering intriguingly over their faces. Not a single one fidgeted or spoke, their eyes focused on the petite librarian – familiar to them in her pretty skirts and high heels from everyday life in their little town, but transfixing to them tonight in the dark, flowing garb of a gypsy, the moon and pale glow of the wavering lantern flames glancing off the golden hoops in her ears and the rings on her fingers and bracelets clanking together on her arms while she gestured in telling her story. Shadows played over the upturned little faces as well. It said something about just how immersed in the little nighttime cruise Belle and Henry had dreamed up as a fall community event, and Killian had all too enthusiastically agreed to, that even as the story of a horrible cursed monster who chose exile and his strength over love concluded and Belle paused, the sadness in her eyes only visible to those who would know to look, that they didn't recognize her story was in truth woven more from fact than fiction. Belle paused and gestured for a bashful Henry waiting in the wings to join her. Emma couldn't help but smirk even more, adoring the young man her little boy had long since become, as he flushed and looked to Violet seated at his side on an old barrel and she urged him forward with an enthusiastic grin.

Belle's natural storytelling gift had been so evident that no one else would notice she clearly needed a moment to compose herself once more and a pause to gather her still raw emotions. But she looked up at her grandson from where she sat as Henry came to stand at her side, Emma could see her mouth a "thank you" to him, which he responded to with a quick squeeze of assurance at Belle's shoulder. Soon he was beginning to read his own story, voice just a bit shaky at the start. Emma knew that Henry was more than a bit anxious, as he had not read any of his works aloud for an intended audience before, and she smiled fondly at her lanky, dark-haired son, bespectacled, and wearing his school uniform with a maroon and gold striped scarf in an effort to look like Harry Potter for his costume. He cleared his throat and his ever-deepening voice had soon wrapped them all up in his own tale, just as Belle had done before him. He will never have a more captive audience, and her maternal pride in his gift wants this moment, this recognition of his talents, for him.

Her eyes flitted over to find Killian at the helm, one arm propped on the ship's wheel, looking at ease and happy with the scene set before him. He wasn't actually steering them anywhere while they sat at anchor, but he still looked the very picture of dark, dashing pirate captain in the red vest and black leather duster he had brought back out for the occasion, appearing more dangerous Captain Hook than he had for some time. It had been all she could do not to snicker and pat him on the cheek when a few of the little girls had been too meek to talk to him upon boarding the Jolly and their wide, guileless eyes had lingered uncertainly on his curved metal appendage. Unable to bear the hurt puppy look on his face for long, however, Emma had plied him with caramel apples on sticks to hand out as snacks, and felt herself fall for him even more to watch her pirate charm and befriend every last child, even the most shy and uncertain – those ones most of all, if the truth were told.

Startled out of her reverie and the loving perusal of his face, her eyes tracing its strong, handsome lines beneath the stars, Emma's attention was pulled abruptly back to her son, focusing in on the words he was reading to make sure she didn't miss her cue. Henry's writing had set the mood perfectly; an atmospheric tale of an abandoned navy cutlass much like the one they were all on at that very moment, drifting on the open sea, empty and alone except on quiet nights when a bright full moon shone down on the ghost of the mad captain's sweetheart, a pale, white shadow haunting the deck where her faithless love and mutinous crew had all died, doomed to walk the site of her heartbreak forever.

Drawing a deep breath into her lungs and calling on every bit of poise and composure she could muster, Emma topped the steps and with measured gait began to glide across the rough wooden planks to the bow, hoping to convey the solemn, otherworldly, floating quality of a restless ghost. They had powdered her hair white earlier that afternoon, and her mother had applied thick, pale stage makeup – something that had been used in a production of The Christmas Carol at the school at some point and had then wound up with Snow – to Emma's face, neck, and hands, getting into the bonding moment of a mother helping her daughter put together a Halloween costume, even if it was a decade or so late. Those spots were all that really showed beneath the high-necked, long, bell-sleeved diaphanous gown Emma wore, which Snow had tearfully drug from some trunk in the loft when Emma had first mentioned the whole idea.

Now as she progressed the length of Killian's ship slowly and she heard him call out lowly, "Avast, me hearties, look there!" to their youthful audience and gasps of shock and surprise at the appearance began to repeat, she knew the effect was working.

She almost broke character to shoot a concerned look over her shoulder as Killian's voice sounded oddly strangled, stumbling halfway through his well-rehearsed and overly cheesy line, but he continued more softly yet. "Yonder at the bowsprit, it's the ghost of the ship's lady!" as Emma stayed her course, pausing like an eerie statue to look out over the moonlit waters.

Henry's story continued to its end, everyone playing their parts, and though she badly wanted to turn and see the children's final reactions and Henry's face at the choruses of "Again! Tell it again!" and the hearty clapping, she didn't want to break the illusion.

It was only when she heard Belle announce it was time for popcorn and hot apple cider below in a real pirate's galley, where both her parents waited to serve the refreshments dressed as a ship's cook and first mate, and Emma heard the excited hoots and hollers of excitement and all the pairs of little feet moving to follow Belle's lead, herded at the rear by Henry and Violet, both blushing and Violet clearly impressed, moving to the stairs below deck, that she ventured a glance behind her and relaxed her stance to lean against the ship's railing.

She was startled when she did so to find Killian right at her back, a tormented look of pain emblazoned across his face. "Killian, wha – " she began to ask, concern creasing her brow, fingers reaching up to brush soothingly across the scar on his cheek. The movement was aborted and her words knocked from her by the fierce way he lurched forward and clutched her to himself tightly. His grip was almost desperate, and Emma's confusion and concern only grew as he held on, the trembling in his wiry frame plainly felt throughout her own and his heart pounding as though he had run for miles to reach her. Though she couldn't really think what it was, she knew now that the distressed note she had heard in his voice during the story, that catch which had made her think something was wrong, had been all too real.

Finally, he released his grip a bit, took a step back and tilted his head to stare into her eyes. "Emma, love, I just…" he sucked in a ragged breath, eyes wide and almost wild, as he pulled her in again, whispering against her hair "I just need to hold you for a moment. Seeing you that way – as a wraith, a shade – it ran my blood cold. I was not prepared for that."

It nearly stole the breath from Emma's lungs to see the raw anguish on her True Love's face. For a second, it genuinely did look as though Killian had seen a ghost, and Emma's heart ached for him at the fear she knew had been awakened once more, that he would again lose the one person he loved most in the world. There wasn't a thing she could do to take the awful, sinking sensation away, but she tried all the same. Running her fingers through the gentle curls at the nape of his neck, she aimed to soothe, squeezing his back and whispering, "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, I promise. It's just a costume. You saw it earlier."

He shook his head, the strangled little noise in his throat twisting her gut in sympathy. "I know that, Swan. But that for a moment…you were so pale, almost unreal… for a moment it seemed as if you were already gone…"

She merely nodded, running her hands up and down his spine and out over his shoulder blades; anxious to provide even a bit of calm. Slowly, she felt the tremors between them begin to subside. Killian blew out a deep breath, and Emma could sense him steadying himself and bringing himself back under control.

Resting his forehead against her, Killian placed his hook under her chin, fingers smoothing her windswept hair back off her face in a gentle caress. "I cannot lose you, Emma," he whispered hoarsely, voice controlled once more but still fervently sincere, wobbling the slightest bit as he added, "I won't survive it, not this time."

Shaking her head, Emma reached across to press her hand over his heart, eyes drinking in his beloved face and swearing with all she had, willing both her love and herself to believe. "You won't have to, Killian. We'll find that third way."

He nodded, rubbing her upper arms to chafe warmth back into them in the chilly night air off the open water. For several long minutes, neither of them spoke, merely stared into each other's eyes – not wanting to lose the soft moment together, however it had come about, and turning to look out over the waves back to the lights of Storybrooke in the distance. Then, laughter and the rush of exuberant voices began to drift toward them again as their young charges began to climb back above deck for the short voyage home.

Reminded that they weren't alone and their passengers needed returned from their Halloween excursion, Emma gave one last squeeze of the hand to her pirate, whispering quickly before moving to help get them underway. "It's because of you that I finally know we deserve this future together," she vowed, "and I intend to have it."

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parparliboutique · 3 months

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stiffky · 7 months

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MY COMPLETE BELLA GOTH HEADCANON STORY

Elegant and athletic are two qualities that describe Bella―her name in Italian means "beauty" and it fits her better than her red leather corset. Descended from a long line of occultists, mystics and decadents, she has thrown convention to the wind. Her disdain for the pedestrian and normal is only matched by her sense of ennui and isolation. She distracts herself from this world with a little organ practice, exotic gardening of the lethal variety and a variety of activities from golf to miniature golf.

What you're gonna read is my headcanon after reading Alex Play Sims awesome theory about what happened to Bella Goth. You can read how he solved the mystery here. All sims mentioned here are CANON sims from the games. I haven't made any up; I only linked them.

ROOTS

Descended from a long line of occultists, mystics, and decadents...

The decadents from which Bella descends are none other than Princess Cordelia Thebe―daughter of Queen Thebe and Eetion Thebe―and her pirate lover, Rodrigo de Pablo. Yes, this makes Bella and Consort Capp first cousins once removed, and I love it. After much sailing, Cordelia landed on the haunted shores of Belladonna Coven, where Rodrigo and his coven-crew of pirate warlocks had their free ports. Rodrigo left everything for Cordelia and accompanied her on the Eppsilon. Together, they toured the Simuyan Sea, exploring Barnacle Bay, Bridgeport, and even the Llama People Islands. Years later, the couple had a daughter, Jocasta, born with the magical powers of Rodrigo's bloodline.

Jocasta was left in Belladonna Coven in the care of her great-aunts Medusha and Marasenna, who lived with her great-grandmother Belladonna. Liliana Sidi, Rodrigo's mother and Jocasta's grandmother, had been a gypsy princess settled in Belladona Cove, known as the "Maid of the Shade," but her mysterious life had been very short; that's why Rodrigo had grown up with his buccaneer father. However, the Belladonna coven now claimed the guardianship of their last descendant. Jocasta was then raised by her great-aunt Marasenna, the queen of non-sleepers; her great-aunt Medusha; and her great-grandmother Belladonna, the witch for which Belladonna Cove was later named. This is the lineage of occultists from which Bella is descended.

Belladonna Coven grew non-stop in those years, and magic seemed doomed, but the witches maintained their traditions and pilgrimages, roaming all over Sim City with their camps and their Magic Town. However, Belladonna Coven was where Jocasta met Simis Bachelor, a young man none of her witch relatives approved of. Still, Jocasta, like her father, left everything to marry Simis and, just as Morgana Goth―another witch―had done long ago, she went on to keep her powers a secret. Outwardly, hers would be a perfectly ordinary suburban family, but behind the secret doors hidden in the bookshelves, Jocasta would still be a good witch protecting her family.

Simis was very suspicious of the supernatural and had always wanted to have a normal, ordinary life. He had never gotten along with her parents, Milton and Enriqueta, because they liked to organize séances and other eccentricities. But her mother, Enriqueta, was the true mystic who maintained the voodoo customs of her mother, Mama Royales, the illegitimate daughter of the rich landowner don Pedro. Her father had been Fen Bittern, a non-spellcaster researcher studying the magical arts in the late 1800s. His research had been later dismissed and mocked by people like his grandson Simis. However, in the magical community, he had gained a cult-like following, and his mother, the Lady Ophelia Shrewill of Battyshire, another eccentric supernatural fan, died happy and famous because of that. Moreover, Simis also had a sister who called herself a voodoo priestess, Miss Lucille, whom he couldn't even see. And this is the lineage of mystics from which Bella descends.

BEGINNINGS

Simis wanted to be rich and was trying to build a career as a novelist―and Jocasta loved his horror novels. Although he had strict rules that he expected his wife to abide by, Simis was kind. He also had a romantic spirit.

Michael, their firstborn son, was born in Belladona Cove―as it was named by that time―and soon after Bella was born too. Jocasta named her after her great-grandmother Belladona, who got to know her great-great-granddaughter. Some years later, Jocasta and other witches, keeping the tradition of pilgrimages, arrived at the small―recently founded―town of Sunsent Valley.

Bella was already a child―the best-dressed girl in town―and always looked adorable flitting around and talking to other kids, adults, and anyone who would listen. Bella didn't know she was a witch and didn't practice, but she had some strange innate power that others were drawn to. Every year, when the Magic Town came to Sunset Valley, her mother Jocasta would take her to Clowntastic Land, where Bella learned to play miniature golf. Together, mother and daughter would also look after their garden. They shared an unbreakable magic bond, but Jocasta never told Bella about her roots.

When Bella was in her late teens, many families from Sunset Valley decided to follow Gunther Goth after the town was ruined by the Altos and the Landgraabs. Seeking a better life for his wife and son, Gunther formed the Old Town in the marshes near Belladona Cove. There, Bella and Mortimer Goth started dating.

OLD TOWN

Soon after Bella's engagement to Morty Goth, Simis and Jocasta passed away. Some years later, when Cassandra was already a girl, the Magic Town came to the city, and Bella received the visit of her great-grandaunts Medusha and Marasenna. After learning a bit about her heritage, Bella kept visiting the Magic Town, playing miniature golf, tending her garden, and teaching her daughter Cassandra about her way of living. However, she started to grow apart from Mortimer… Cassandra herself seemed to be more akin to him―and his science stuff―than to Bella's world. Thus, Bella ended up alone and distanced from her husband and daughter.

The woman was solely devoted to her plants and herbs, some of them healing, others deadly. The family cemetery garden brought her to life, especially the red flowers that grew around Cassandra's twin sister's grave, the bratty girl who had died a few years ago.

PLEASANTVIEW

Years passed... Bella felt lonely and trapped in her role as the ideal and perfect woman. The celebrity. She ended up forming a friendship with Skip Broke, the test subject her brother Michael used. Both were married, but the attraction was stronger, and they ended up having an affair. The gap between Mortimer and Bella became insurmountable then, although they would never divorce.

For a while, the couple, even though they lived together, led separate lives. Cassandra, innocent and naive as hell, never realized the enmity between her parents. She was only focused on her studies, her scientific aspirations, and reading the occasional romantic novel. It was for her that Mortimer and Bella decided to call a truce and try to reconcile, which is why Alexander was such a late child. And to show her good faith, Bella ended her relationship with Skip, who had his own problems with Brandy.

Alexander was Bella's apple of the eye, and she devoted herself to the care of her son. In him, she felt the legacy of the mystics and occultists, the spirit of the witch Belladonna, and it was undeniable that a supernatural bond strongly connected mother and son.

It was then that Michael died, and Dina, his widow, moved to Pleasantview with her sister, Nina. Bella didn't have much interaction with her brother, and she couldn't stand her sister-in-law, but Mortimer seemed very comfortable in the company of young Dina Caliente. These days, Don Lothario also moved to the neighborhood, whom Bella, as the first lady of the place, went to greet and meet. Don already knew Bella from the magazines and was more than fascinated with her, so when the opportunity presented itself, he tried to win her over, but Bella rejected him. She was taking the second chance Mortimer had given her very seriously, and although she wasn't sure, she suspected she was pregnant again.

Don Lothario was the last person to see her, but he was not the one responsible for her disappearance.

Bella Goth. The perfect woman. The ideal woman. The woman in red. The woman who had contributed to her husband finding the formula for the Elixir of Life. The woman destined to be the supreme Birth Queen of the aliens.

That was the Bella Goth who disappeared. How? It is not known. Why? Because Mortimer sold her―in exchange for a large sum of money―to fulfill a destiny that had haunted him since adolescence.

When Morty was still very young, but Michael was already an incredible inventor, they both traveled to the future―almost 75 years into the future from the time of The Sims 3―with their first invention, the PlasmaPunch Gyroscopic Conductor. This invention could create a wormhole that led to another planet in the future―that is, the future of that planet. There, they discovered that Bella Goth would become the Birth Mother of all aliens. After weeks trapped in ruined cities, in a crystal and gem paradise where they saw a fleeting reflection of Bella Goth as the dimensional gate faded away. That last glimpse that they saw would always remind them that Bella is still out there... somewhere.

Michael and Mortimer decided that they would never speak of what they had seen, but young Morty was already determined, perhaps out of curiosity, to fulfill that horrific future of which he had been a witness. Did he love Bella? Yes. Did he take advantage of the situation for his own benefit? Indeed. He had gotten rid of his wife, obtained a fortune―and valuable knowledge―and had a clear path with Dina Caliente.

THE BUG

But the aliens didn't account for the fact that Bella was pregnant. Aliens were on the brink of a world-ending catastrophe that left all their females sterile―Birth Mothers were carefully molded and selected. To ensure the survival of their species, they sought refuge on Earth and discovered a remarkable compatibility between human males and the internal organs of alien females. This unique compatibility led them to only impregnate human males as a means to avoid the extinction of their kind.

Bella's pregnancy disrupted the experiments, causing the UFO to crash in Strangetown, in a corner of the desert which later became Division 47. The aliens had to devise a way to clone Bella in record time―that's why she is an incomplete and inaccurate clone―and leave her in the desert. When reinforcements, XY-XY and XHT-F―who would later return to Strangetown to settle and monitor Bella's clone, arrived with their own UFO, Bella finally reached outer space.

On the mysterious crystal planet of the aliens, Mathilda Goth would be born, the third―or fourth―daughter of Bella and Mortimer Goth. However, mother and daughter were separated after the girl was sent to Lunar Lakes, so Bella had to use her role as the supreme Birth Mother to escape from the aliens and find Mathilda.

Did this forced goddess manage to escape? Who knows...?

But her aged body was eventually buried in Lunar Lakes 25 years later.

MEANWHILE…

Mortimer married Dina and had a daughter with her, Gloria Goth. Alexander became estranged from his father because the boy did not give up on his quest to uncover the truth about his mother's disappearance. However, in a twist of fate, he ended up finding genuine support in his stepmother, Dina.

Yes, Alexander would go on to build a time machine with his sister using designs from his father and uncle Michael. And yes, that same machine would send Don Lothario and Alexander more than 50 years back in time.

But that's another story...

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