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just-ornstein · 3 months

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WHAT THE FUCK IS THE BEAKER CASTLE EVEN - A SimPE Deep Dive

Alright, so after stumbling upon some of the Beta pics on the Russian TheSims.cc site and this analysis post about the Beaker mansion, I became deeply curious if some of this would be reflected in the lot relationships. After all, some characters like Viola, Kelly, on top of several others could be found when digging through the raw and somewhat encrypted code of lots.

By now it's pretty clear that the Beaker home once belonged to this dude and his army of girlfriends (definitely check out the post I mentioned earlier). On top of that Loki (and possibly Circe) seems to have gone through at least two iterations before eventually settling on their final forms.

And on top of that whenever you scan the mansion in a completely new game, you will find fingerprints of primarily deceased Sims everywhere!

Now to get to the Sim relationships on the lot...

712 freaking Sim Relationships, all of which are unknown. Some of which still have stats set such as married, friends, relationship scores, etc. I tried comparing this to other lots in their neighborhood and NONE even come close. Both Olive and the Smiths have around 400. The other lots have below. And the only lots that are even a tad higher in this number are the Capps and the Summerdreams which makes sense when you realise that hood went through at least one other iteration before turning into Veronaville.

Now I wondered if the encrypted code (despite being very hard to read due to being partially encrypted) had any old Sim remnants left in there. And yep, several even. Many of which even have information such as their gender, hair, clothes and age in there. So lemme go over some of them:

1. First one, a guy who's name is partially encrypted so it will never fully be visible. It's not Johnny cause Johnny also has his character file on this lot.

A male teen with brown hair who used to wear the "tmbodyhoodedsweatshirtboardshorts" + the "tmhairhatcap" hairstyle.

2. Second is another teen, this time by the name of Zeeshan. He had black hair, the bucket hat hairstyle and wore the hooded sweatshirt, except with pants this time around (and grey apparently?).

3. The third was an adult male Sim by the name of Kenneth with black hair. Based on his info he was likely meant to be a Gardener Sim.

4. The fourth was one named Kana... Possibly a longer name cause once again the code becomes a bit shambled here. She too was meant to be a Gardener as seen by her outfit and hair data. Her hair would have been brown.

5. Elle, another female Gardener Sim, this one having red hair.

6. Vasyl, an adult male Sim who wore the busdriver outfit. Sadly his hair data seems to be blocked behind the code. For funsies I like to give the name to Bald Beta Loki, since he gives off that vibe. BUT, I think this was an NPC busdriver due to the outfit.

7. Joanne, an adult female Sim with an unknown hair colour in corn rows style and the classy afbodyjacketturtlesweaterdressboots. Sadly her ID is hidden behind the encrypted code, so it's hard to fully make out.

All of these Sims appear to be NPC/Townie Sims. None of them match ANYONE in the Beta pictures. And the current Townies/NPCs seem to have replaced them. Interestingly enough, those that were NPCs are still NPCs and those that were Townies are still Townies. Making me wonder if this is a thing that translates to other Sim IDs too. That Sims that were Townies in earlier iterations are still Townies in their new form. Same for NPCs and yep, Playables. This is merely an assumption I'm making on what I'm finding here, but if anyone can help research this further, that would be greatly appreciated, especially as this could mean the Viola ID may not belong to Viola Monty.

Viola is an odd case cause no outfit, hair or other data can be found in the lot file and she's only ever mentioned once in the context of lines filled with "sleep in pyjamas". But for now I cannot say anything with certainty unless more remnants of these old Sims could be found somewhere. OR, if these files could be read in its entirety which is quite difficult.

It's very hard to get a Sim ID attached to a lot (believe me I tried) and often times seems to rather happen accidentally than intentionally. Moving a Sim out or having a Sim die usually removes the data they once held to that lot. Good example is Loki in my current Strangetown who lived on this lot all of his life and when he died he had no remnants left on this lot.

REGARDLESS! The Beaker lot is ancient and seems to have been ground for a ton of testing, Sims and many more things. No wonder the Beakers got this home with its incredibly shady history. Half of the beta town was partying here!

#the sims 2 #ts2 #the beaker family #loki beaker #circe beaker #the sims 2 beta #beta sims 2 #sims #sims 2 #the sims #the encrypted code IS IN FACT Hex code btw #I figured this out when opening it in Visual Studio #main problem is that some of the hex is blank #meaning it’s unreadable at least in the file itself #SimPE manages to bypass some of it #but not all as we cannot find these Sim IDs in there

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falloutdeux · 2 days

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About antis calling Cooper too old or ghoulish to be with Lucy; that's part of why I ship it the first place (besides the actors having good chemistry with each other). Lucy has been raised all her life in an underground eugenicist bunker where she is expected to marry someone young and normal-looking to have normal-looking babies with, examples being guys like Monty and Maximus.

But I think it's more interesting if Lucy starts to feel attraction for someone who isn't the standards expected of her growing up: Cooper's older, he's a radioactive ghoul, he's a cannibal; basically someone neither Lucy or the general audience would expect of her. But if people want a parent-child relationship so badly, why not have Lucy be the stepmom of Janey, an actual child? Besides, fathers don't chop off their kids fingers and wear 'em like a ring, just sayin'.

THIS!! I never thought about it from a perspective like that but ur totally right!! I definitely see Lucy falling for the type of guy she was never around growing up.

and the ring/finger part, yes!!!! Antis cannot deny the tension that’s gone on between them so far. all of Coops nicknames for her, the way they look at each other. give it a month of them traveling together and they’ll 100% be over each other

#the ghoul #fallout #ghoulcy #lucy maclean

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butmakeitgayblog · 3 months

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How about Easy A for Clexafication? I could see Clarke trying to help out a fellow gay by telling other kids in school that she slept with him. And then, thanks to her loud mouth friends, it gets out of hand with her trying to help out other guys and she gets labeled the school slut even though she’s never slept with anyone. At first Clarke leans into it and plays up the slut bit but soon realizes that it’s all too much. Her actual crush Lexa seems to be the only person who doesn’t believe the rumors. I see Lexa as the school mascot (the warriors) and she does the whole warrior getup with black eye makeup and riles up the crowd at pep rallies. Lexa also works at a local seafood restaurant where she dresses up like a pirate which is also a look that Clarke quite enjoys. Eventually the truth comes out and Clarke and Lexa become everyone’s favorite couple at school.

Ahoooo do I have a cavalcade of HCs for an Easy A au 👀.

First of all, they'd be childhood friends. The kind with weekly sleepovers and even a joint a 5th birthday party one year (despite their birthdays being 3-4 months apart, much to their parents dismay. But they insisted.) I'm talking the childhood friends who practiced witchcraft in each others backyards (potions of mud, cool lookin rocks, and leaves. Highly dangerous stuff), who learned to ride bikes together, who caught fireflies in glass jars together, who promised to grow up and get married to each other 'cuz boys are yucky' kind of friends.

And then middle school happened. And they both kinda went their separate ways.

Well.

More like Lexa grew into her own person. Doing things like joining the girls basketball team. And then volleyball. Even ruining their weekend plans with track and field practice one too many weekends in a row. She started branching out in her interests and making new friends, and left Clarke totally behind. Or so that's what Clarke has always thought (more on that later)

Cut to high school and they haven't spoken to each other in years. Not since about 3 weeks into 6th grade. There's no animosity or anything, it's just... They're strangers who occasionally wave and smile at each other in the school halls. Lexa way more often than Clarke ever does, but it's not like anybody's keeping a tally. Right? Because it doesn't matter because they don't know each other anymore. Clarke doesn't even really recognize Lexa as the same girl who used to wear matching Mutant Ninja Turtles pj shirts with her and stay up late staring at the glow-in-the-dark stickers on her bedroom ceiling while they talked for hours. Now Lexa is like, Ms. High School with all her Track and Field trophies and her badass Warriors mascot credentials (the pauldron, plastic sword, and warpaint coming across much more threatening than their old mascot, The Raccoons 😕 (tho there will always be something to be said for their freshman year when Lexa was forced to rally in the overstuffed costume while menacingly rubbing her lil raccoon-y painted hands together...)). That all has cemented her a seat at the Cool Kids Table.

Not to mention the fact that Lexa spent all of sophomore and junior year with her arm permanently attached to her (now ex) girlfriend's hip.

Not that Clarke ever cared. Or even noticed. So like, why did you even bring it up? ಠ_ಠ

Anyway.

So when her not-really friend but general acquaintance Monty asks her to... well, be his beard, Clarke agrees. In a way that, jesus fuckin hell, really got away from her faster than she ever anticipated. Because then Monty tells Jasper, and Jasper asks her to do the same, and before she even knows what the hell happened to this simple favor, everyone in school seems to believe that a painfully virgin Clarke is fucking the entire AV Club. And more.

It all spirals from there with the usual slut shaming and everything that goes along with society's hatred of women who have sex. It's only when her own best friend Raven/Wells (whichever, doesn't matter) turns on her - accusing her of being a slut and a liar and a terrible friend for not even telling them - that Clarke just says "haha Ok Fuck This" and goes all in.

Which. Whew. This is Clarke Griffin we're talking about. She's aware she's been blessed by puberty. So when she starts shaking her ass around school in tight jeans and corset tops, it has the exact effect she desires.

And then some.

More, in fact, than she had initially bargained for.

In the melee that follows of more guys bribing their way to be on the Griffin Bedpost Notches of Shame (and few a who missed the fucking memo that all of this is actually fake 😒), there is... Lexa.

Seemingly out of nowhere.

Where people had started parting in the hallways just to not touch her, Lexa seems to start showing up out of nowhere.

The smiles still come, and the friendly waves too. Nothing big. Nothing imposing, or like she wants something like everyone else. But then things like Lexa coming over to sit next Clarke during her break at the pep rally start happening (in her full Warriors getup to boot). Things like Lexa making little jokes to Clarke in passing. There's the moments when she asks Clarke if she's ok and offers her a ride after school, which Clarke always absently turns down. It's weird having Lexa back in her space again, but honestly, she's got too much on her plate to give it much thought. Because Lexa's just Lexa, and now Clarke's apparently the school slut, so... Their worlds are still very much divided.

Until eventually one night Clarke thinks she's actually going out on a date with a nice guy. I mean, she's known Finn since 10th grade. And he picks her up and opens the car door for her and everything. Like,,, this is most definitely a real date!

Except it's not, and he's a pervert asshole just like everyone tf else.

But thankfully, wouldn't ya know it, guess who happens to work at the very seafood/pirate themed restaurant that fuckboy Finn had decided on?

It's finally, FINALLY, in the quiet of Lexa's car when she parks them outside of Clarke's house that they actually talk. It starts with Clarke feeling like a fool for even thinking Finn could—... Not after everything. And Lexa of course does that thing she's taken to doing again. That calm, knowing, entirely too wise for her years kind of smile that Clarke still remembers from when they were kids.

Even in her ridiculous yet oddly attractive pirate's uniform (complete with a discarded eyepatch and clip on parrot) it's distractingly charming.

It's what has Clarke admitting that she doesn't know how she got into this mess. That she never meant to become this person. To which Lexa, in her infinite patience and wisdom, replies, "Clarke, you're still the same person you've always been. I know you. Nothing about you has changed."

Of course Clarke's dismissive answer to that is a smartassed, "Haven't you heard? I'm the school slut."

She can't help but smile at Lexa's laugh. "Actually, if I recall, you're the girl who once convinced me if I hung upside down by my feet from a tree, it'd help me grow taller."

"You can't say for sure that it didn't help," is Clarke's automatic response with a wave toward Lexa's general lanky, goddess-esque physique. Which earns her another laugh. Again, not that anyone's keeping a tally.

"True," is Lexa's response and, dammit, she's doing that all knowing smile-y grin thing again. "But you're also the girl who used to help me tie my shoes. And traded her pickles for my carrots. And taught me how to fold our secret notes so that nobody else could ever read them."

And, yeah, Clarke does remember that. Which in hindsight had been kind of stupid. It wasn't like they ever let their class time correspondence fall into the dastardly hands of anyone but each other, so the chances of interception were zilch making the whole exercise rather moot. But at the time it'd felt... important. Because what'd they'd had was only ever meant for just them.

What the hell even happened to those girls?

"You stopped answering my calls," is Lexa's simple reply. It doesn't even seem to hold any blame. "It was like... one day you just cut me out."

Which was not what had happened?

Was it?

Except, as Lexa gently explains that while, yes, she did start getting into sports, she still always tried to make time for Clarke. She did call and leave messages that kept going unanswered. Sent texts that more often than not were left on read. She'd ask Clarke to go to her games and track meets, sometimes would call her just to come out to eat with her and her teammates. But Clarke had always given her a disinterested promise for a million next times that never actually came.

Eventually Lexa just stopped trying because Clarke made it clear that she didn't like who Lexa was anymore. And it stings ten times worse because Lexa's doesn't sound angry or blaming. Just a little hurt. Maybe still a little sad even after all these years.

It's just one more thing to feel absolutely awful about. Like, she really is the universe's biggest asshole. She has no idea what to do with this revelation of her own failures, or the soft way Lexa keeps looking at her.

After that night things both change, yet stay completely the same. Because after that night when she'd apologized to Lexa and said she regreted doing what she'd done - that 6th grade her was an idiot. 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, and 11th grade her as well 🤧 - she was still the "school slut" and a social pariah, but she had her best friend back at least.

Her best friend who smiled her every time they passed in the hallway and sometimes walked her to class. Her best friend who now ate lunch with her and texted her on the weekends and would laugh at every single one of her jokes (fINE we're keeping a fucking a tally).

Her best friend, who when Clarke mentions is the only perso who talks to her without looking at her corset wrapped breasts, nonchalantly corrects, "Oh I look. Just... Respectfully."

It's hard to return the decency of that favor when Lexa walks away after leaning into Clarke's ear and whispering, "You know I prefer Ninja Turtles pjs anyway."

Clarke eventually comes clean about the whole fiasco, too the shock of everyone. Everyone, that is, except Lexa. Because Lexa kind of knew. Because, as Lexa says in all her glorious Warrior gear, when she kisses Clarke in front of the entire school at the end of the football team's pep rally—

"I told you, Clarke. I know you."

#anon #clexa #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru #Easy A au

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neyafromfrance95 · 3 days

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I think it's interesting that there are two Girl x Ghoul ships in the fandom rn: Lucy x Cooper and Rose x Moldaver (hopefully, the latter less tragic)

Also, what's the deal with evil first marriage partners: Barb, Hank, Monty, etc? Maybe that's why Norman never got married (joking here)

gosh, i hope that we get rose x moldaver flashbacks!

listen, the show makes framing choices and it's only the matter of whether they want to expand on those hints or will leave them as subtext.

and the way rose and moldaver looked at each other in those momentary flashbacks? the fact that moldaver refused to let go of zombified rose? holding her hand as she was dying? and also wanting lucy to realize that deep down she isn't vaultie?

that's some tragic sapphic shit there, my friend.

lucy x the ghoul might continue having multilayered subtext without the series explicitly defining their relationship in any way. we'll have to see.

i think the evil exes have to do with the disillusionment cooper and lucy experienced. their privilege and comfortable background blinded them to the darkness of the world and this unawareness came to bit them in the ass.

#fallout #vaultghoul #ghoulcy #fallout amazon #lucy maclean #cooper howard #fallout tv series 2024 #fallout tv series #lucy maclean x cooper howard #lucy maclean x the ghoul #the ghoul #rose x moldaver

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 11 months

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Hey,

Could you perhaps write something about the reader and Sihtric, where the reader is again a Schildmaid and the best friend of Sihtric. Of course, she belongs to Uhtred's group. I would just like to read how we have a big fight with his wife, I just don't like her, no idea why 🥲 😇 but it would be so cool to beat her ass!!! Maybe a lot of drama with sihtric because of course he feels the need to defend his wife. In the end, the two could have a happy ending, I don't know how that could happen.

I hope you have a nice day! ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: fluff/angst, quick mention of/hint to suicide (no detail, only to get a point across).

Pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: see request!

Word count: 3,9k

Note: I always love your requests, so thank you once again! I hope you'll enjoy it and that it perhaps brightens your day. Also; I make his wife so mean in the last few fics but tbh, we know Sihtric belongs with reader in my universe so *shrugs* you know. Oh, and 10 points to readers who spot those Monty Python refferences.

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'Find your own husband, you dirty boar!'

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'If you didn't go all in, little bug, you would still be able to walk home now.'

'What's the point of training if you don't go all in?'

'Well,' Sihtric sighed, 'getting hurt isn't the point of training either.'

'But now I get to be carried home by you, so I won anyway,' you looked up at him and smiled.

Sihtric rolled his eyes at you but his scowl quickly made place for a grin. He wasn't really telling you off, he knew you always give your all when you train together, it's one of the reasons you're Uhtred's best shieldmaiden. But Sihtric did always tell you to watch yourself and not get hurt. You always ignored him, but today he finally got to say he told you so.

You had been clumsy when you went into full fightmode against Sihtric and had hurt yourself badly when you dropped your shield, shoving it harshly against your shin on accident, causing it to bruise right away. The pain was pretty rough, but you didn't want to admit it, so you went for another round of defence training with Sihtric. But once he kicked against your leg you screamed out in pain, to which Sihtric immediately said it was enough and ended the training. You had hopped a few paces before Sihtric said that it was not smart to put pressure on your leg, and without even asking he had lifted you up in his arms and carried you home. And you didn't really mind that. Sihtric was your best friend, but you never hid it for anyone that you liked him a little more than that, so he knew you were enjoying this moment. And that is also why Sihtric always calls you 'little bug', lovingly, because you always bugged him in a way that he found adorable.

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'Well, well,' Finan chuckled when Sihtric entered through the gates with you in his arms, 'isn't that our fierce shieldmaiden being carried home. Injured?'

'It's a flesh wound!' you shouted with horror, but quickly grinned while wrapping your arms a little tighter around Sihtric's neck.

'Tis but a scratch,' Sihtric rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

'Aye, she's just taking advantage of ye,' Finan winked at you, knowing you were just loving the fact that Sihtric carried you home.

And Sihtric could only chuckle at your flirting, as he always did. He knew you liked him a certain amount and he definitely didn't mind your flirtatious behaviour with him. You knew he was married and you had never crossed that line, so to Sihtric, it was just good fun and he simply enjoyed the attention of a beautiful shieldmaiden.

'You have to carry me all the way home, Sihtric,' you taunted.

'Aye, Sihtric, all the way to her bed!' Finan howled behind you.

Sihtric shook his head with a smile as he looked at you, and if he wasn't married, you would have kissed him right then. And if Sihtric was honest, he wouldn't have minded that. But you didn't kiss him, instead, you watched his smile fade instantly as he stopped dead in his tracks.

Sigdeflaed, Sihtric's wife, just stepped out of the butcher's shop as Sihtric crossed it. She saw you in his arms and her face was unlike anything you had ever seen. She looked as if she was about to kill you first and Sihtric straight after. Sihtric swallowed hard and licked his lips before he spoke.

'Sigde,' he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice, 'she, she's injured. I am only taking her home.'

'She looks fine to me,' Sigdeflaed snarled.

'Just set me down, Siht, I'll walk home,' you gave him a weak smile, knowing she would probably take her anger out on him later.

'No,' Sihtric said, rather firmly, 'she is injured, she can't walk on her own.'

'Then she should find her own husband to carry her home!'

'Gods, woman,' you scowled, 'you only married him so he could help you when you're injured? Now I understand why you look so angry all the time.'

'Hey,' Sihtric snapped at you, then softly said, 'don't.'

'Sorry,' you murmured and looked down.

'I'm bringing her to the healers, then I will return home,' Sihtric told his wife, who was still looking at him as if he had committed the worst of crimes.

Sihtric shuffled away with you, and as he passed his wife you glanced at her, giving her just a quick peek at your smirk, causing her to huff loudly. And when Sihtric had turned around the corner you looked up at him and saw he was already watching you. You fluttered your eyelashes at him to which he couldn't help but chuckle lightly and smile shyly.

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'Sorry if I caused you trouble,' you said as he laid you down onto a bed.

'It's fine,' he said, 'she never liked you so I know I will hear about it.'

'Well I never liked her either,' you grinned.

Sihtric gave you a disapproving look which made you feel bad, and you apologised again. You looked around and locked eyes with a healer, who motioned she'd be with you soon.

'Well, thank you,' you smiled, 'but you should go home now. I'll be taken care of.'

'No thanks, little bug,' Sihtric smiled and cupped your cheek, 'take it easy, let me know how you're doing tomorrow, okay?'

'I will.'

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Your injury felt a lot better the next day. The healer had given you a potion for the pain and a salve which caused the swelling to lessen quickly. Your shin was still sensitive, but you could walk again, albeit with a slight limp.

You were out of apples and decided it was a good reason to try and take a short walk to the market.

The walk went well, luckily, and on your way back you passed Uhtred, Finan and Osferth, who you proudly showed your large bruise to. Uhtred told you to be careful, Finan just laughed at you and Osferth grimaced.

'I see you can walk again,' Sihtric suddenly said from behind you. You turned around to see his smile and he embraced you, 'you're good?'

'Better,' you smiled, 'not fully healed, but it's okay.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled.

'How was your evening?' you asked, hinting at a possible fight he had with his wife.

'It was an evening,' Sihtric sighed, 'don't worry about it.'

Sigdeflaed had been furious at Sihtric, and he had just sat there and listened to her fury. He had kept quiet the whole time, just wanting it to be over so he could go to bed. He didn't regret carrying you home, he'd do it again today if he had to. Or any other day for that matter. He liked you, not romantically though, at least, not to the extent he'd act on it. Unless he wasn't married. But he always reminded himself that he was infact married.

'Well, I best get going, I need to rest my leg again,' you smiled and waved the men goodbye.

You slowly walked away from them, and just around the corner you bumped into Sigdeflaed, causing you to drop all your apples. You huffed at the apples before you looked up to see who you had walked into. And when you did, you saw Sigdeflaed looked at you with the same look she had given you yesterday.

'You,' she said curtly.

'It is I,' you joked, a little nervously. You knew the men couldn't see you anymore and you weren't sure how this would go. You had no intention of fighting her, but she gave you a different impression.

'You stay away from my husband,' she said as she got up in your face.

'Gods, woman,' you grimaced, 'I do not wish to see you up close like this.'

'I see you have taken on Finan's humour,' she snarled, 'maybe you should flutter your eyelashes at him.'

'No, no, Finan's a good guy, don't get me wrong, but he doesn't excite me like that,' you taunted her. You didn't care anymore if this would turn into a fight. You just didn't like her.

'And my husband does excite you?'

'Well, yeah,' you snorted, 'have you seen him?'

'You whore!' Sigdeflaed screamed and slapped you in the face.

Meanwhile, the men heard the commotion and walked over to the corner.

'Probably those two ladies fighting over Osferth again,' Finan grinned, making them all laugh before they poked their heads around the corner, just in time to watch the event unfold.

'Last time I checked you were the whore, whore!' you shouted and gave Sigdeflaed a push. She huffed and stomped her feet, and you thought she looked like an angry gnome so you couldn't help but snort at her.

'Shut up!' she screamed as she suddenly clawed at your face.

Oh, you thought, it was going to be a fight like this. Okay, I can fight like that too.

'You witch!' you shouted and slapped her in the face, to which she quickly slapped you back again.

'Find your own husband, you dirty boar!'

'Did your wife just call her a dirty boar?' Osferth chuckled.

'Uh, Lord,' Finan said, 'should we… should we do something?'

'Maybe,' Uhtred said slowly, rather amused.

'Wait, Sihtric, are they… are they fighting over you?' Osferth asked.

'What? No,' Sihtric shrugged quickly.

'You're not the only one who likes Sihtric, you horse faced turd!' you shouted and grabbed her hair, harshly pulling it as she kept trying to hit you.

'Swamp rat!' she screamed at you.

'Weasel shit!' you hissed.

Sihtric cleared his throat and frowned awkwardly as the men had all turned to look at him. Then he sighed loudly and finally stepped towards the fight to interfere.

'Hey,' Sihtric said, but you both didn't hear him over your pathetic shrill voices. Sihtric looked back at the men and threw his hands up in defeat, to which they all gave him a fake smile and thumbs up, letting him know he was doing great.

'Your mother was a hamster!' you snarled.

'Your father smells of elderberries!' Sigdeflaed cried.

'Hey!' Sihtric said again, louder this time and it made you both stop and look at him.

'Sihtric,' you said with big eyes.

'Husband!' Sigdeflaed sighed dramatically, to which you rolled your eyes.

'Let go of my wife,' he raised his eyebrow at you.

'But she started it!'

'Only because you tried to steal my husband!'

'Only because you tried to steal my husband,' you mocked her voice, 'cow!'

'Chicken shit!'

You both quickly started shouting insults again while throwing hands. Sihtric jumped between the two of you, shoving you away and turning to his wife, while Finan had made his way over to try and calm you down. Uhtred and Osferth came over too, mainly in the hopes of seeing it escalate again, but also to be able to interfere if they really had to. After a short while Sihtric had told Sigdeflaed to go home, which she did. Sihtric nodded at the men to leave, and they did too. Then Sihtric turned to you, and you saw he was angry.

'Why?' he snapped.

You didn't answer and looked down at your feet.

'Why are you causing so many problems for me?'

'I'm sorry,' you whispered, not being able to look Sihtric in his eyes.

'Sorry is not good enough,' he scoffed, 'you just hit my wife,' he raised his voice, 'my wife!' he shouted again, 'and for what? What was the point?'

'She hit me first, Sihtric!'

'I do not care! She is my wife!'

'I'm sorry, okay! What more do you want me to say?'

'Nothing, okay, just… nothing. You've done enough already,' Sihtric said and walked away.

'No, wait,' you ran after him with a limp, 'Sihtric, wait!'

You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you.

'I'm sorry, I really am. I never meant to hurt you. I don't want you to hate me. I'm sorry.'

'I do not hate you,' Sihtric sighed, 'you know I care about you and I love having you around. But,' Sihtric sighed, 'look, the flirting is fun, I'll admit I enjoy that. But you have to understand that I am married, and I will not be unfaithful to my wife.'

'I know,' you said softly, 'and I would never want you to hurt your wife. No matter,' you felt yourself choke up, 'no matter how much I wish I could take her place.'

Sihtric sighed as he watched you wipe away a tear, and he pulled you close into a tight embrace.

'Listen, little bug,' he spoke softly and pulled slightly back to cup your cheeks, letting your noses touch, 'you should know by now that I have a soft spot for you. But... I can't be with you, not like that. Not the way you want it to be.'

'I know,' you sighed, another tear fell down.

'Stop fighting with my wife,' he smiled lightly, 'you don't have to do anything like that to get my attention. But you have to be more respectful towards her, that is all I ask.'

'Do you know how hard it is when you can't have that one person you love?' you spoke with a trembling lip.

Sihtric sighed and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours.

'Believe me,' he paused to press a kiss against your forehead, 'I know. But I just,' he chuckled as he fought his own tears, 'I hope that maybe in another life I will find you again. And maybe then we are meant to be.'

'I will wait forever for you,' you sniffled.

'I know, and that is why it pains me to see you hurt like this,' he wiped another tear away from your cheek with his thumb, 'because I know you are waiting for me, but it seems as if… as if the gods have misplaced you. Because this is not the life in which we are meant to be together. Not like that. I am sorry, little bug,' Sihtric said and bit down on his lip, holding back more tears he felt creeping up, 'I will always want you with me in this life, and I will always love you in my own way, but I beg you, please, you have to try and get over me. You can't wait for me forever, not in this life.'

'I-I don't think I can get over you,' you chuckled lightly, your voice trembling as you pulled away from him, 'if I can't have you in this life, Sihtric, then there is nothing left for me here.'

Without another word you walked away, back home, where you cried while packing your belongings. You know Sihtric was right, you weren't meant to be. You always knew that, but hearing him actually say it was unbearable. You had no business left in Coccham. You can be a shieldmaiden anywhere and fight for any Lord alongside any man, but just not with Sihtric anymore.

Sihtric kept thinking about your last words over and over again. It kept him up all night. And you didn't know he had misunderstood you. You had meant that there was nothing left for you here in Coccham, so you were to move on to a different place. But Sihtric thought you meant there was nothing left for you in this life. And he suddenly panicked and couldn't stop himself from breaking down in tears as he sat up in bed in the middle of the night. Which caused Sigdeflaed to wake up as he sobbed loudly. Upon asking, Sihtric had told her about his conversation with you. And at first, she didn't want to hear about it, but seeing her husband so upset and worried made her upset too. And she realised that Sihtric felt something for you that was much deeper than the friendship he always claimed it was.

And she had enough of this, she didn't marry him to feel like this. She didn't marry her husband only to see him cry his tears for someone else. And in all her bitterness she hoped that he'd be happy with you while she packed her belongings. But when morning came, and Sigdeflaed said her goodbyes to Sihtric, you were already long gone yourself.

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Almost one year has passed since you left Coccham. You still weren't over Sihtric, you would never be, but at least you weren't confronted with him every day anymore. You were relatively happy, but still empty inside. Which was good on the battlefield, but less useful when you just sat in your home in between battles, wondering how Sihtric was doing and what kind of outrageous haircut he had now. You missed him, so deeply, but you had to accept that you were just misplaced in this life.

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Sihtric had been a wreck for months after you and his wife had left within the same day. And he had looked for you everywhere he could think of, and in a way he was relieved he never found your body, as he had expected, but he would never get over the fact you were just gone. It was a torture to him that you didn't know how wrong he had been. The way he kept lying to himself that you weren't supposed to be with him in this life. He was the one who kept interfering with fate by ignoring his own feelings. And for almost a year he had looked for you, without luck.

Until Uhtred heard stories about a vicious shieldmaiden in Lundene, a young and pretty thing, as he was told, who apparently refused every marriage offer she got. And Uhtred heard there had been many. He grew suspicious and had a feeling it had to be you, so he told his men, and they all agreed they had to travel to Lundene to find out for themselves.

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'So the stories are true,' a vaguely familiar voice spoke behind you while you saddled up your horse. You frowned and turned around, only to find Uhtred looking down at you with a huge grin.

'U-Uhtred?' you said, completely in shock, 'what are you doing here? H-how did you find me?'

'You've made quite the name for yourself,' he chuckled, 'word about a ruthless shieldmaiden who refused to get married travelled all the way to Coccham. I had to see it for myself.'

'Gods,' you chuckled and flew into his arms, 'I have missed you.'

'And so have I,' Uhtred smiled, 'but someone missed you more.'

You pulled out of his embrace and looked at him with questioning eyes.

'Sihtric,' he said, and only hearing his name already made your stomach twist into a knot.

'Oh,' you tried to not show how hearing his name affected you, 'h-how is he? I bet he has a child to look after by now?' you chuckled lightly.

'A child?' Uhtred scoffed, 'Sihtric has no one to look after anymore.'

'What?'

'Sigdeflaed left the same day as you. But we only found out later you were gone. I should kill you for what you did to us, leaving like that,' Uhtred smiled, 'but Sihtric would never get over that and I can't stand his whining about you anymore.'

'What is that supposed to mean?' you asked, still trying to process everything Uhtred just told you.

'Sihtric has been a wreck ever since you left, he thought you had left to get yourself killed. He freaked out hours later after you last spoke, and that is why his wife left him.'

'H-he… what?'

Uhtred sighed. 'Just go to the docks, you'll find him there.'

You hurried away, not even being sure if you were running towards the docks or towards your home, to pack your belongings again and leave Lundene just as you had left Coccham. You went where your feet brought you, and soon you saw the unmistakingly figure of Sihtric sitting near the docks with his back turned to you, looking out over the water.

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as you approached him, and upon hearing footsteps behind him, Sihtric turned around, holding a bunch of white flowers in his hands. And just as you had expected, you saw he indeed had a new outrageous haircut, one side was completely shaved off whereas on the other side he had his dark curls, which you knew to be so soft to the touch, and you wanted nothing more than to brush your fingers through it while you planted your lips on his.

Your feet carried you faster when you saw Sihtric got up and sprinted to meet you, tossing the flowers to the side as he held his arms open for you as you closed in.

'Sihtric!' you let out with a sob as you jumped into his arms.

'Little bug,' Sihtric sighed, wrapping you in his arms as he picked you up. He spun you around as your legs wrapped around his waist, and you immediately collided into a desperate kiss while you ran your fingers through his hair, which seemed even softer than you remembered.

'I'm sorry for what I did,' you said softly after Sihtric had finally put you back on your feet again, keeping you close as he pressed your body against his while you cupped his cheeks.

'I don't want to hear about it,' he whispered, pecking your lips as fast as he could.

'I've missed you,' you managed to say in between kisses, 'so much.'

'So have I,' Sihtric said, trying to keep his lips away from yours, but he couldn't fully stop from planting quick kisses on your face while he spoke, 'I've been looking for you, every day,' he paused to nuzzle your nose, 'I've been so wrong, my love. It was not you who was misplaced in this life. I hope you can forgive me for wasting all this time.'

'Sihtric,' you sighed before you kissed him again, 'I believe the spinners had planned my departure, so you could figure out what you wanted and needed in this life. And maybe, when you finally stopped fighting your destiny, they made you find me again, here, all the way in Lundene,' you smiled through your tears and kissed him once more.

'You are right, little bug,' Sihtric chuckled, allowing his own tears to fall too, 'I was meant to find you. And I still can't believe it. When Uhtred told me the stories he had heard,' he laughed, and you melted at the sound, for you had missed it so, 'I knew it had to be you. And it seems like you have done well for yourself, that makes me proud.'

'You taught me how to survive,' you smiled, wiping away his tears as you still had his cheeks cupped.

'And you taught me to listen to my heart.'

'We always told you to not use your brain, my love, Finan and I,' you grinned and Sihtric rolled his eyes before he leaned his forehead against yours.

'You never change,' he smiled.

'Neither do you,' you pulled away to brush your fingers through his hair again, 'except for whatever that is,' you laughed.

'You don't like my hair?' he blushed lightly as his hands found their way to your waist.

'I didn't say that.'

'So you like it?' he squinted his eyes slightly at you as he pulled you closer again.

'Hm,' you hummed, tauntingly, 'it must be a nice feeling to run my hand through your hair and also kiss that shaved side at the same time,' you giggled.

'I don't know,' he blushed again, 'it hasn't been done yet. I'm thinking,' a cheeky smile appeared, 'we could maybe try it tonight?'

'Tonight?' you frowned, 'not now?'

'Well, first I want to hear all about what you've been doing here, little bug,' he gave you a sly smile before he pecked your lips again, 'so tell me.'

You smiled and scoffed lightly before you spoke.

'I've done here the exact same as I've always done, Sihtric, my entire life.'

'Fighting and breaking the hearts of many men?' Sihtric smiled, eyes full of love as he looked at you in his arms.

'That too, yes,' you smiled, returning the same look as you meet his eyes.

'And what more have you done here?' Sihtric asked, his lips lightly brushing over yours.

'Waiting, my love, for you,' you sighed softly, 'to find me in this life, which you finally did.'

#sihtric x you #sihtric x reader #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #sihtric kjartanson #tlk

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Prompt 31 - Midnight Kiss

@wolfstarmicrofic Prompt 31, word count 912

It had been a bit rushed, but somehow they’d managed to pull it all together. Sirius had taken over the entirety of Potter Manor. Well, Effie and Monty had given it to him before he’d even managed to finish asking them if they could have the wedding there.

They’d set up the ballroom with rows of chairs and a raised platform in front of them. Mary had placed huge vases of white and dark blue flowers on the platform as decoration and strung fairy lights all across the back wall behind them. She’d artfully bent the wires of a few sets to form the outline of a crescent moon and a star. Sirius had nearly cried when he saw it.

Lily and Marlene wound tiny bunches of White Jasmine flowers around all the chairs. Picked by Lily for their delicate star shapes and sweet-smelling perfume. Everything else Effie had handled, refusing to take no for an answer. “I am your mother, Sirius, and I am doing this.”

She was a force to be reckoned with. She had been so efficient that everything was ready the day before the ceremony was due to start.

Sirius and Remus were dressing in separate rooms. Sirius had demanded that he get James as best man and to help him get ready. Remus had asked Peter to be his best man but said he was more than capable of dressing himself.

There was a knock on Remus’s door just as he was buttoning the last button on his shirt.

“Come in.” He said. The door slowly opened, revealing Lyall Lupin. Remus was shocked. “Dad? I, I didn’t think you’d come.” He swallowed nervously. He never knew how his father was going to react.

“What, think I’d miss walking my only son down the aisle?” Lyall asked with amusement. “Sirius came to see me with this very, very long speech. Demanding that I be here for you or he’d make my life hell. I found that I couldn’t refuse. Mainly because I’d already decided I was coming, but he seemed so determined to say what he came to say that I didn’t have the heart to disappoint him.” Remus stared at his father and then burst into laughter. Feeling even more love than he already did with Sirius.

Soon the knock came to say it was time, and Remus and Lyall followed Marlene out.

Mary would be waiting for them as she was officiating everything.

Marlene and Lily were maids of honour and bridesmaids combined. Lily would be leading Sirius. Marlene was leading Remus.

“Ready, lad?” Lyall asked, holding out his arm for Remus to take.

“More than I’ve ever been.” He grinned, linking their arms.

Sirius went first, walking behind Lily with Effie and Monty on either side of him.

Remus, Lyall and Marlene followed as soon as Sirius had reached the front.

Remus took a moment to take Sirius in. They were wearing matching suits in a deep midnight blue, almost black.

“How do you look so much better than I do?” He whined at Sirius, drooling over how the cut showed off his slim waist and thick-muscled arms.

“I could ask the same question, sweetheart,” Sirius replied, biting his bottom lip and raking his eyes lustfully over Remus.

“Rain it in, lover boys,” Mary said as she cleared her throat, preparing to begin.

Sirius heard very little of what Mary said. He was sure it was beautiful, but all he could concentrate on at the moment was Remus.

“Ahem!” His head snapped up to look at Mary.

“Sorry, got distracted.” He said sheepishly to a polite smattering of laughter from their guests.

“Do you, Sirius Orion Black, take Remus John Lupin as your lawfully wedded husband?” Mary repeated. Sirius didn’t even have to think about it.

“I do.” He sighed, looking straight into Remus’s eyes.

“And do you, Remus John Lupin, take Sirius Orion Black to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” Remus said, a slight blush bringing a beautiful colour to his cheeks.

“Then I pronounce you married,” Mary said, her voice thick with emotion, tears threatening to fall. “And in exactly ten seconds, you may kiss your husband.” Everyone started chanting

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,” They’d planned the ceremony to the second. So that they would have a midnight kiss as the world shifted into a new year.

“Four, three, two.”

“I love you,” Remus whispered, his breath ghosting over Sirius’s lips.

“One!” Everyone cheered as Sirius leaned forward, closing the gap, and they kissed for the first time as a married couple. James set off some of Dr Filibuster’s best fireworks.

They kissed again and had to be pulled away from each other so that the ballroom could be changed for the reception party.

“Well, Mr Lupin. How does it feel to be married?” Remus grinned at Sirius.

“Amazing Mr Lupin. How about you?” Sirius couldn’t wipe the smile off his face at being addressed for the first time as Mr Lupin.

“Amazing as well. However, I am wondering how long we need to be here before people are too drunk to notice we’ve snuck away.” He murmured into Sirius’s ear.

“Oh, sod that,” Sirius growled, grabbing Remus’s wrist and dragging him out for the ballroom as chairs and fireworks flew above their heads. “It’s our party we can do what we want.”

“Godric, I love you.” Remus sighed as he let himself be taken upstairs into Sirius’s room.

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #remus lupin #sirius black #remus john lupin #sirius orion black #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #james potter #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #effie potter #monty potter #lyall lupin #peter pettigrew #Midnight kiss #happy new year #marauders wedding

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Random Veronaville Headcanons

I have been Veronapilled so now I have HC's to share with the class :)

-Titania started a tradition within the upper-class society of the Sims world ( besides the Capps think the Goths, Altos, Vanderburgs, Villareals) where for her and Oberon's anniversary she hosts a ball where all other Sims families travel out to Veronaville for a month in the summer and they have small social events throughout the month where they can socialize and set up business deals and their kids can become friends or like date. but on the last night, Tatiana has this huge Ball where all the guests and Tatiana's family dress up in white except Tatiana who wears a colored animal print

-The Monty's own a restaurant that is very successful and Romeo is set to own. Which Romeo very much tries to push on to Mercutio because Romeo likes to cook and all but he does not want to own a restaurant and neither does Mercutio. This is a common fight till one dinner when Antonio is sick of listening to them fight so he tells them the restaurant will be his till they figure it out. Romeo and Mercutio never figure it out.

- Consort constantly calls Kent, Kenny or Kennedy. Because Consort swears that he has 4 daughters. Not because he hates Kent just because he swears that when Kent was born in Roaring Heights he was a girl but when they moved to Veronaville Kent was male(This is based on the fact that when I played the Capps in Roaring Heights baby Capp was female)

-Consort has a very much once it's 9:30 I don't care what goes on in my house because I am in my nice soundproof room. Consort got his and Contessa room sound proofed after her realized he was going to have 4 teenagers at once

-The Capp grandkids take advantage of the fact that Consort doesn't care after 9:30 way more than Consorts kids ever did

-Tybalt and Juliette are the worst offenders. They both sneak out and sneak people in constantly, Even worse there has been times where Tybalt was trying to leave at night and Juliette took his car to do the same

-It's also bad because several time they have both ran into each other sneaking in the Monty Brother and they start fighting about if we are going to the same place don't take both cars and then its weird and all four of then just watch a movie

-Tybalt just doesn't like Romeo. not even in the way of the feud. He just doesn't like him as a person

-Juliette and Romeo get married really young. Like too young, Like they lied about their birthdays and went to Tartosa over the summer and got legally married at 15 before there sophomore year of high school

-Tybalt and Marla Biggs graduated in the same year and are best friends

-Tybalt and Hermia Share a birthday

-Juliette is really only called Juliette by Consort and her Aunts. She prefers to go by Jules.

-Puck lowkey hates Veronaville and moves out to travel and only visits for holidays and his mom's month-long party

#ts2 #ts2 premades #headcanons #the sims 2 #Puck Summerdream #veronaville #Titania Summerdream #Capp family #Consort Capp #Tybalt Capp #Juliette Capp #Mercutio Monty #Romeo Monty #tycutio #Kent Capp #Antonio Monty

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when-we-drive-away-in-secret · 9 months

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“But even if the meal had featured a variety of foods, all cooked deliciously and brought by a waiter dressed in a simple, comfortable outfit, the Baudelaires would not have enjoyed their dinner, because the thought of Gunther spending the evening alone with their guardian made them lose their appetite far more than too much pink, flavourful fish, and Jerome was simply not willing to discuss the matter any further.” - The Ersatz Elevator, Chapter Five

Do you ever think about how the Baudelaires were genuinely terrified that Olaf was going to murder Esmé? How experience had taught them that it was their responsibility to protect their guardians, and not the other way around, because time and again the adult in charge would be left alone with Olaf and would end up dead

Monty, Josephine, (almost) Charles, even Georgina's death will have left a(n understandably) massive impact despite her villainy. And they always tried to warn the adults and they were never believed. And then the Quagmires were taken when they were left alone with Olaf and once again, the Baudelaires blame themselves for the kidnapping

And then they meet Esmé and Jerome—a shallow woman married to a kind but spineless man—and despite her faults, despite her supposed indifference to them or their well-being, the children are terrified that she's going to die

And I just think about it a lot. How they were so worried, and then she was fine, the how that relief overshadowed any of them asking why Olaf didn't hurt her until it was too late for asking to make any difference. How they still trusted her completely—enough to try and get her on side by telling her Olaf's plan. And how Esmé was the last adult that the Baudelaires completely trusted for a long time—because later, they always wondered if this person might be working with Olaf, too. They always had to second guess themselves, and they were so young, and had already seen far too much, but despite that they always tried to see the good in people

And I don't really know where I'm going with this but I've made myself sad

#Various Fastidious Dissections #asoue #esmé squalor #the baudelaire orphans #a queue of unfortunate events #was looking for something else in my drafts and found this #fuckin SAD but i'm RIGHT

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La Campanella

Summary: A character study of Tybalt Capp as he reflects upon his relationship with his late mother and his place in the Capp family.

Warning: None, VERY SAD :(

Pairings: None, Implied Past Tybalt Capp/Mercutio Monty

Word Count: 1.8k

Author’s Note: The formatting/style is a little messy since I really just let everything go and wrote what I thought of Tybalt and who he is in the moment. I’m really happy with what I came up with but also quite sad because he really needs a hug :( Also link for a piano rendition of La Campanella I think it really ties everything together 😁

His mother began to teach him piano before he could form a coherent sentence. She would sit on the bench and invite him next to her, his bright eyes watching intently as her slender fingers danced across the keys. He would attempt to imitate her whenever he could, his little hands smashing down on the ivory keys in an attempt to make music. Instead of scolding him for the awful slam of notes he let out, his mother would simply laugh and wrap her arms around him—stroking her fingers through his red hair as she whispered the nickname she’d called him until her very last breath.

“My sweet boy.”

Tybalt was 9 years old when he had his first piano recital. He was set to play Für Elise, the only classical piece he knew by heart. He cried and cried backstage until the tears had run dry, only leaving heaving sobs and stinging eyes. Performing in front of his grandfather’s coworkers was one thing; performing in front of an entire auditorium full of people was something else entirely. But even from a young age, Tybalt did as a Capp always would, wiped the wet streaks from his cheeks, and walked onto that menacing stage.

He played as if nothing bothered him, refusing to let anyone see him sweat. His sisters like to say that he changed the day their parents died, but the stubborn boy desperately seeking approval always existed under the surface. Once finished with his performance, he stood up from his bench before taking a bow. His fingernails dug into the palms of his hands as he clenched his fists behind his back, an anxious response as he desperately searched for his grandfather in the crowd. He was there, seated with an unchanging expression as his hands quietly clapped together in the sea of applause.

Grandfather had told him that one day, he would be the man of the family. It meant both a lot yet very little in a matriarchal hierarchy, as his role in the family would never be to take over—but rather protect his sisters as they would eventually find suitors of their own to bring into the Capp family. However, even if Tybalt was married off to a woman of riches and good social standing, even if his last name was stripped of him, he wanted to make his grandfather proud until the very end.

It was a point of contention between his mother and his grandfather. While Grandfather had many expectations of who Tybalt would eventually become within their family, his mother wanted him to follow his own path. She never wanted him to marry for money or power, and even as a child, she made him promise he would marry somebody he loved. He never knew it as a child, but marriages for love were uncommon in his family. His parents were the exception, not the rule.

His mother and father had met as young adults, he was in attendance of a piano performance of her own. They were both students of an arts university, with his father being an aspiring stage actor who’d attended the recital on a whim. She gushed that he was captivated by her rendition of Nocturne No. 8, finding her after the show to commend her on her beauty and piano skills—and to ask her on a date. Grandfather and grandmother were not happy about this, seeing as though they had already planned a potential husband for her to marry once she was out of university.

They eventually found his father to be suitable enough for their heiress, although it meant that the Troy family was guaranteed to marry into the family the following generation—which meant Juliette.

It wasn’t set in stone until their parents had passed, as the importance placed on true love and the happiness that came with it faded with them. As long as grandfather remained alive, Juliette’s hand was guaranteed to the young heir of the Troy family and it had become Tybalt’s job to make sure all went well. It also meant that his happiness would forever take the back burner, although it wasn’t as if that meant much.

Once his parents died and his grandparents had taken in himself and his sisters, his happiness very quickly revolved around what use he could provide for the family. If it meant marrying a woman he could never love, he would do it. If it meant automatically hating anyone who had ever possibly slighted his family, he would do it. If it meant killing that little boy who listened intently to his mother’s stories of love and what it meant to be happy…

He’d do it without much thought at all.

His grandfather seemed to be the opposite of his mother, as his advice to Tybalt was that love is the destruction of man. He said love could make even the strongest man alive crumble down without much effort. Tybalt had asked how he remained standing and was not given much of an answer other than a glance that told what words couldn’t. It was then, at age 13, that Tybalt learned his grandparents had not loved each other—at least not in the traditional sense.

Certainly, those premonitions had to come from somewhere, but Tybalt just wasn’t sure where.

What his mother would likely find heartbreaking if she had been alive is the fact that Tybalt understood his grandfather’s words. He had never been in love, it would be silly to call a childhood infatuation love. He was 7 years old, standing off to the side as the other children played on the playground. He didn’t want to get his uniform dirty; his grandmother hated it whenever he did. A boy came up to him with a monarch butterfly resting on the tip of his finger, a grin on his face that was missing a few teeth. In fact, he had just watched one fall out only the week before. His friend had dared him to bite into a rather large jawbreaker—of course, that did not end well. The boy told him that the orange hue of the small creature reminded him of Tybalt’s hair.

It was nice to fantasize for a few years, to tell his mother that he was following her stories, to insist he was in love as she responded with cooing and warm hugs. But everything came to a halt after that fire, not only in his life but for the entire town. His grandfather insisted on the theory that the rivaling Montys had caused it—and tore apart his already battered heart in the process.

That anxious yet curious little boy was laid to rest with his parents on that day, leaving only the hardened shell carefully curated to guarantee he would never hurt like that again. At least, that was what Tybalt told himself—a mantra repeated to convince himself that there were no feelings left to feel other than vengeance and rage. As always, though, the truth lay somewhere in the middle. Tybalt would never be the same as he once was; that much was very true. He could never listen with wide eyes and a bright smile to fantastical fairytales of happiness or flush and stammer in response to something as stupid as a butterfly.

But deep inside, there was still a desperate vying for approval from his family. There was still a craving, a need for someone to simply say they were proud of him. There was still a part of him that wanted to be loved, to be told that everything was going to be okay in the end. Tybalt hated that part of himself, it would never see the light of day if he had anything to do with it.

He’d abandoned his mother’s stories, her gentleness, her wish for her children to have something better than feuds and arranged marriages. All he could keep of her memory was the grand piano that had been in the family for generations; it had become his sole comfort when repression and denial failed.

The sheet music of La Campanella had sat on the music shelf in front of him for nearly a month. He’d turned it around this time, only allowing his eyes to see the blank back of the thick paper. He wanted to completely memorize it before his grandfather’s next party for his business associates and where he would likely meet the girl he was set to marry once he completed his education. He hoped she would at least be decent company, somehow his grandparents seemed to enjoy their time spent with one another—perhaps he could have the same.

Oh, his mother would be aghast to hear of that. The argument between his mother and grandfather would be one for the ages, he had to get his temper from somewhere after all. Perhaps she would understand if she was here to see the worsening tensions throughout town. Even if he was going to eventually be part of another family, he wanted to ensure that the lineage of the Capps was secured.

The palms of his hands began to sweat as he could feel his grandfather’s narrowed eyes watching him—waiting for him to make a mistake. Tybalt could only furrow his brow and stare down at the keys in front of him, watching as his fingers rapidly pressed against them as the song sped up. He wanted to make his grandfather proud more than anything, he was all he had left after all. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for this party—including his own musical rendition. He needed it to be perfect. There was nothing else he could do for his family, he was one of few men born into the name after all. All he could do was ensure his sisters were perfect, their marriages were perfect, and he needed to be perfect—

One of his fingers slipped as he was nearing the end of the song, an off-tune note ringing out through the air as his grandfather softly shook his head. Tybalt stopped in his tracks immediately, a final slam of the keys before bringing his hands back to his side. The older man leaned forward in the living room chair that they’d all referred to as his chair. He picked up the handle of his teacup and his newspaper from the coffee table before leaning back once again. “What a shame,” His grandfather commented before taking a sip of his tea and putting the cup back down on the table, “You were doing so well too.”

Tybalt could do nothing but stare down at his lap, clenching his fists until he could feel the pain of his sharp nails in the middle of his palms—a habit he’d never quite broken. He took a deep breath in, releasing his hands as he put them up to the keys again as he shakily breathed out. He played and played until his fingers began to cramp and every note was ingrained in his head. He finished the song on his 8th try, but to himself—it still wasn’t good enough.

It would never be good enough.

#ts2 #ts2 premades #the sims 2 #veronaville #tybalt capp #the sims fanfiction #ts2 fanfiction #sims 2 fanfiction #tycutio #kinda #contrizio if you squint tbh #consort capp #cordelia capp #sims 2

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