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stayevildarling · 19 days

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It’s me again with another prompt idea 😅 Since today is April Fools Day (which I don’t like personally but I thought of an idea) I thought about an idea where Mina, Delia and Reader are in a relationship and the reader plans an April fools prank for her girlfriends but it backfires? Some angst, but definitely also fluff and definitely happy ending please ☺️

Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Exile

second request: Hello, you are a great writer I enjoy your work lots! Could you maybe write a story with Cordelia x Wilhelmina x Billie x Reader where Reader is learning a new spell and she gets hurt or something along those lines? Thank you. You are great!

A/N: I'm sorry but I had to merge those two requests because it works so well. I've added Billie to the original request <3 I'm not the biggest fan of this, it feels a bit rushed but oh well

tw: cursing, violence, mention of blood, mention of death, angst + fluff

word count: 4k

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As the sun dances around the academy, illuminating the white rooms and hallways in beautiful oranges and yellows, you find yourself in front of Cordelia's office, a flicker of excitement coursing through your veins as you knock gently.

,,Come in'' Cordelia smiles, being able to tell which one of you is standing outside her office at any given time.

Walking inside and closing the door gently, you take in her features, only having seen her briefly this morning and around the academy today. Stunning as ever, her hair is slightly curled, the perfect amount of makeup, some blush coating her cheeks. As you continue staring, taking in her outfit including a beautiful flower dress, she smiles, seeing you so lost in your thoughts and daydreams.

,,Hey sweetheart'' she greets you, snapping you out of your thinking and pulling you back into the reality of standing in her office.

,,Hi Delia'' you beam a little as you approach her. ,,What can I do for you my sweet girl?'' she asks, glancing up from her computer and offering you to sit.

,,I have been thinking'' you begin, having the supreme's full attention as her eyes are on you. ,,Could you teach me a spell?'' you ask, your eyes locking with hers. Her eyebrows raise in surprise a little as you pretty much have perfected most spells by now, your speciality being potions however.

,,Sure what is it?'' she asks before you fiddle nervously with the hems of your sweater. ,,Transmutation?'' you ask, adding your best puppy eyes and smile in the hopes to convince your girlfriend and the supreme.

It only then dawns on her how surprisingly, you have never teleported before. It wasn't uncommon exactly but she completely forgot that you aren't able to do the spell, which she has taught many girls in their times at the academy. Cordelia hesitates, her mouth ajar before she asks ,,Why do you want to learn it sweetheart?''. You pause for a moment, not being able to tell her the real reason and knowing you need to be very convincing so she wouldn't catch on your lies.

,,I just thought it would be fun Delia, besides almost everyone here can do it'' you try, already being able to tell by her features she would deny you any moment.

Cordelia's eyebrows knit together in concern as she listens to your proposal. "Darling, teleportation magic is not something to be taken lightly," she cautions, her tone firm yet gentle. "It's a highly advanced spell, and if not performed correctly, it can have disastrous consequences. I'm not sure it's a good idea for you yet''

You pout slightly at her refusal, disappointed that she doesn't trust your abilities enough. "But Deeeelia, it would be so much fun!" you protest, trying to sway her with your enthusiasm. "I promise I'll be careful, and I'll practice under your supervision. Please, teach me how to teleport'' you practically beg at this point.

Cordelia shakes her head, her expression unwavering. "I'm sorry, darling, but I can't risk your safety," she insists, her voice soft but resolute. "I will teach you another time okay?'' she tries, meeting your eyes with a little head tilt.

Despite her refusal, you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. With a sigh, you nod in understanding, getting ready to leave her office, before she gives you a warm smile, feeling bad for denying you but your safety her biggest concern. Defeated and pouty you make your way downstairs, seeing if either of your girlfriends had returned home from working yet, wanting a little cheering up.

But to your disappointment, neither of them are home, Billie still working on her show and Wilhemina at work. As you glance out of the kitchen window, you can see some of Madison and the girls and so you make your way over with a determined glance, as an idea pops into your head.

,,Madison?'' you ask with a beaming smile, the blonde already rolling her eyes, knowing this means you want something from her, as she flicks her cigarette.

,,Could you teach me how to teleport?'' you ask, not wanting and needing to beat around the bush with her.

Her eyebrow raises, almost the same way Cordelia's had before, as she speaks ,,Can't you ask your girlfriend? the supreme?''.

Averting her gaze, you bite your lip ,,She said it's too dangerous'' you admit, the pout slowly returning to your features. ,,Well maybe then you should listen to her'' she states before a smirk creeps it's way to her features, seeing your desperation. ,,There's plenty of books in the greenhouse, just teach yourself it's not that hard'' she explains before shrugging her shoulders and walking off, throwing her cigarette to the floor.

And then it dawns on you how Madison was right, you often used several of the books in the greenhouse and library to teach yourself, especially for your potions. With a determined glance, you make your way to the greenhouse, hoping you could be alone to do your research and definitely hoping Cordelia wouldn't figure out your secret plan.

A while later you find yourself surrounded by the usual greenery, the earthy smell reminding you of home as the greenhouse was basically your second home at this point. You enjoyed spending time there, not only popping in and out whenever you needed something like the other witches. The greenhouse felt special to you, safe to you and as you stand there, you think back to your first kiss with your Delia in that exact spot, before eventually the two of you met your other two loves, medium to the stars and a certain purple obsessed redhead.

Flipping through the pages of a book about the seven wonders, you pretty much find it straight away, putting the book on the table and reading through the words written on the pages: ,,Salire per spatium. The ability to transport yourself instantly throughout physical space. Just pick a spot in the room, envision yourself there, and make it happen''

,,Make it happen'' you think to yourself with an eye roll as you continue reading, knowing it wasn't that easy as you had practiced that same thing a lot of times in the past, focusing your magic on somewhere you wanted to be and it never worked. As the hours pass on, you read some more and then some more until you have eventually read all of the books regarding or including transmutation and lost in your task, you completely missed that the sun had set a while ago.

,,Little one?'' Wilhemina's voice rings through the quiet greenhouse, causing you to jolt a little. ,,Hi Mina'' you smile, quickly putting the books back into the shelf before walking over to greet her. ,,Someone has been busy'' she states with a little chuckle before taking your hand and guiding you inside. ,,What have you been working on little one?'' she asks gently ,,Just some magic stuff you know, nothing special'' you mumble before you hear a chuckle escape the redheads throat. ,,Okay then little one.. dinner?'' she smirks before you nod in agreement and follow her into the dining room where your other two girlfriends wait for you.

,,Hello babydoll'' Billie greets you with a beaming smile, opening her arms. ,,Hi Billie'' you smile, happily letting her soft arms wrap around you before she plasters your face in kisses, causing you to giggle.

After being smothered by Billie, you take a seat next to the redhead, before Delia passes you a plate. ,,Thank you Delia'' you smile gratefully before the four of you fall into a comfortable conversation, Billie talking some about her work and the ghosts she had successfully chased away today, Wilhemina complaining about some new interns she is dealing with at work, that are apparently utterly clueless, causing you and Billie to chuckle a little as Cordelia listens with a raised eyebrow, amused by the redheads antics. ,,What about you babydoll?'' the medium to your left questions. ,,Let me repeat- just some magic stuff you know- nothing special'' Wilhemina mocks your earlier words in a playful way, causing you to smile as your cheeks blush a little, Billie bursting out in laughter.

,,What were you doing in the greenhouse for so long sweetheart?'' Cordelia asks curiously before you avert her gaze. ,,Working on my potions that's all'' you lie, knowing if she found out about you doing research about teleporting, she would scold you and probably be upset. She holds your gaze for a moment, being able to tell you aren't quite honest but she lets it slide, her workload causing her to forget already about your earlier conversation. ,,That was really good Dee'' you praise Cordelia's cooking, ignoring Wilhemina and Billie's eyes meeting and a smirk forming on their lips.

,,It really was Dee'' Billie Dean now playfully mocks before muttering ,,But somehow I'm still hungry... how about you Ms Venable?'' and the redhead simply continues smirking, Cordelia shaking her head in a playful way before your cheeks blush, slowly watching Billie get up, her fingers motioning you to follow her upstairs which of course you comply.

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It has been two days since you have been researching and trying to learn transmutation. Despite reading every book, asking some of the witches for help, it wasn't working and with each passing second, each failed attempt, the frustration settles in. You had always been stubborn, wanting to make whatever you put into your head possible but it had always been a little tricky with your magic. Standing in the greenhouse, the sun had again set a while ago, your frustration and emotions bubble out of you, causing you to throw the books around the room in anger and frustration. Sighing deeply, you stand there for a second, blinking back some tears, the whole idea starting innocently enough but now you wanted to know, needed to do be able to do it, not to prove it to anyone other than you.

,,Babydoll?'' Billie's voice rings through the quiet greenhouse and with one quick motion you wipe the angry tears from your eyes. The blonde glances around the greenhouse for a second, before walking over, her heels echoing with each step. ,,Are you okay?'' she asks as she approaches, her features and voice laced with concern. You simply nod, not wanting to talk to her about it. The blonde takes your hands into hers before gently whispering ,,Tell me honey'' as she meets your eyes.

Silence follows, only increasing her worry for you before she speaks again ,,Come on my sweet girl, you have been hiding in here for days, what's bothering you?'' she asks so gently and filled with adoration and worry, you just couldn't not tell her. And so with a heavy sigh you begin to speak, filling her in how you have wanted to learn a new spell, how you had asked Delia but she said no, possibly leaving the part out where she said it was too dangerous, telling Billie how you had read every book, tried everything but it wasn't working. The medium frowns a little, wishing she could help you.

,,Why don't you try again for me?'' she tries but you shake your head in defeat ,,It won't work Billie'' you sigh but she encourages you. ,,Come on I believe in you sweet girl''. She positions herself behind you, placing her hands gently on your shoulders, giving you an encouraging pat before whispering ,,You can do it, do what you told me, think about somewhere and close your eyes''. Nodding, you do as you are told, fixing your mind on another point in the greenhouse, inhaling before exhaling deeply and closing your eyes.

Suddenly you disappear right in front of the medium, causing her breath to hitch a little. Panic fills her features before she turns around finding you there with a shocked expression. ,,You did it babydoll'' she beams and squeals at the same time, taking you into her arms. ,,How was that?'' she asks, filled with genuine excitement. ,,A-amazing'' you answer, taken back a little by the fact it actually worked. ,,Told you you could do it'' she states proudly, cupping your cheeks. ,,Personally I think that was due to my talents and the white light spirit of course'' she chuckles and you can't help but playfully roll your eyes. ,,Sure Billie'' you smile before she pulls you into a proud hug.

,,Billie?'' you ask, your voice sounding a little more serious. ,,Can this stay between us for now?'' you ask innocently, fluttering your eyelashes to add to your desired response. ,,I just wanted to surprise the other two'' you admit with puppy eyes. ,,You sure this has nothing to do with April fools coming up?'' the medium questions with a raised eyebrow. You gulp before she smiles ,,Sure babydoll, only if you promise me to be careful for me?'' and you nod seriously at her statement. ,,Promise''.

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Two weeks pass, and with each passing day, you feel yourself growing more confident in your abilities. You practice in secret, hiding your skills until you feel ready to attempt the spell on your own. Finally, the morning of April Fools' Day arrives, and you're filled with nervous excitement as you prepare to execute the prank that started this whole thing to begin with.

With a deep breath, you focus your energy, channeling the magic within you as you visualize Cordelia's office in your mind. You utter the incantation under your breath, as you cast the spell with all the determination you possess.

Suddenly, the world around you blurs and shifts, and before you know it, you find yourself standing in Cordelia's office, a triumphant grin spreading across your face.

Cordelia looks up from her desk, her eyes widening in surprise as she takes in your sudden appearance. "What in the world?" she exclaims, momentarily startled before breaking into a delighted laugh. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Someone's been practicing behind my back, haven't they?"

You beam proudly at her, feeling a rush of exhilaration at the success of your prank. "Surprise!" you exclaim, unable to contain your excitement. "Happy April Fools' Day, Cordelia!" you chant, meeting the supremes eyes. Despite her initial shock, Cordelia's face softens into a fond smile as she approaches you, wrapping you in a warm hug. "Well done, darling," she praises, her eyes shining with pride.

,,So this is why you wanted to learn how to teleport darling?'' she questions with a raised eyebrow and you simply avert her gaze, your cheeks coating in red a little. ,,Possibly?'' you whisper, hoping she wouldn't be too upset with you. ,,Happy now?'' she asks, her eyebrow still raised.

,,Definitely but wait til you see me prank Mina and Billie, they are in the garden'' you smirk, that same mischievous smile playing on your features. ,,Sweetheart wait'' she urges, despite the pride she is feeling, still worried about how you ended up learning the spell and wanting to make sure you could do so safely. As you focus your memory on the gardens, you disappear right in front of your girlfriends face, Cordelia rolling her eyes a little at your excitement, before making her way downstairs to watch your pranks on the other two.

Billie Dean stands with Madison and the girls, having a cigarette and out of nowhere you appear behind them ,,Boo'' you whisper, causing the medium to jolt and almost drop her cigarette to the floor. ,,Jesus'' she huffs, smirking a little though as she watches Wilhemina a few feet away from her, seeing as you are already getting ready for your next round. Focusing on the redhead you close your eyes.

,,Y/N'' an excruciating scream follows, Cordelia's heart stopping in her chest as she is almost downstairs. Somehow you must have calculated your next steps wrong, focusing on the black iron fence rather than the spot behind your girlfriend. Wilhemina watches in horror as your lifeless body hangs in the fence, Billie dropping her cigarette, already running over, her heels angrily tapping against the ground.

,,I think I've seen this film before'' Madison mutters to Zoe, remembering a similar incident years ago. Zoe shakes her head, rolling her eyes before running over to you, Cordelia equally on her way.

,,What the hell happened?'' Wilhemina's voice rings through the air, Billie shaking uncontrollably ,,Teleporting, she's been learning to teleport, she must have done it wrong'' the medium states, with shaking hands before at last the supreme joins them, her face filled with horror and shock.

,,Girls get inside now'' the supreme scolds, not wanting any of them to see this. With shaky hands she reaches for you, with a flick of her wrist having the four of you in the greenhouse, your body now on the table. Blood streams everywhere, down the table, Cordelia's shaky hands. Wilhemina watches in terror at your state, not having the smallest clue what just happened. ,,I feel so bad, this is all my fault'' Billie cries, considering she is the one that encouraged you.

Wilhemina carefully scans the blondes features, confusion written across her face. ,,She's been wanting to learn it so bad and then-'' the medium begins before her sobbing betrays her. ,,Then what?'' Wilhemina questions, trying to stay calm. ,,She couldn't do it and I helped her practice'' the medium admits under her girlfriends gazes. ,,You what?!'' the supreme now speaks, her voice laced with anger, despite feeling guilty herself, knowing she could have taught you better and safer.

,,You can fix this right?'' Wilhemina speaks softly, trying to keep calm despite her inner turmoil. Cordelia simply nods, with careful movements hovering her hands over your bleeding body. Gently her face moves closer to you before she closes her eyes and carefully blows on your face, quite literally putting some life back into you.

Silence follows, their hearts beating with fear over you before you choke on the blood that had been building up inside your mouth. Billie gasps both with relief but also shock seeing the blood stream from your mouth. ,,Little one?'' Wilhemina whispers, carefully moving closer to you. Cordelia is quick to fetch a cloth and wipe your mouth, softly and gently guiding you through this and finding your breathing again ,,That's it sweetheart, slow breaths for me'' she instructs.

Finally you open your eyes, seeing your three girlfriends, Wilhemina by your side her face conflicted with pain and relief, Billie's face filled with gratitude and guilt and Cordelia's face simply filled with soft adoration and love for you. Confusion washes over you, not understanding or recalling what had happened. ,,Wha-?'' you try to speak but your voice quickly betrays you, your throat and body in a soaring pain.

,,No sweetie, don't try to talk yet, you need rest'' Cordelia coos, cupping your cheeks gently. With a gentle and swift motion your blonde girlfriend has you in her arms, carrying you safe and soundly through the academy towards your bedroom. Billie and Wilhemina follow closely behind, not a word spoken between the two of them. After finally making it back to the bedroom, the supreme lays you on the bed gently, before leaving to the bathroom for a second. As you lay there, you still cannot recall what happened since teleporting behind Billie Dean.

The pain pierces through your body, every bone hurting, feeling as if your bruised everywhere. Not having the strength to actually observe your body or think, let alone talk, you lay there eyes closed and taking deep breaths. Within seconds Wilhemina and Billie are by your side, as you feel a gentle hand stroke your cheek assuming it's Mina's and another soft but manicured hand holding onto yours and squeezing it a little. Shortly after Cordelia finds you again, with a fresh set of clothes and a wet cloth to clean you.

The next minutes are painful as they help rid your body of the reminder your foolishness had left on it. ,,It's okay sweetie, you are doing so well'' Cordelia coos, as she puts you in some clean clothes, discarding of your blood stained ones. ,,You rest now my sweet girl'' she reminds you before her hands hover over your body once again, this time putting you to sleep, to gently guide you to some rest and letting your body recover from the events.

As soon as you are finally asleep, a long sigh falls from their lips, relieved to see you okay. ,,Delia I-'' Billie speaks softly, meeting her lovers gazes. ,,Not in here'' the blonde responds, her voice neutral given the circumstances. And so the three of them gently step away from the bed, Cordelia leading them to her office next door, Wilhemina glancing at you one last time before gently closing the door. As they walk through the hallway, the academy is silent, only the sound of cane taps and heels to be heard as they retreat to the privacy of the supremes office.

,,Dee I'm so sorry'' Billie apologies under tears, as Cordelia walks to her desk, taking a seat and rubbing her temples in frustration. ,,Can someone fill me in?'' Wilhemina's voice rings through the bedroom, before the blondes eyes meet her own. ,,Y/N has been wanting to learn teleportation, that's why she's been in the greenhouse so much, I found her a while ago and she told me she couldn't do it, I encouraged her and she managed to do it'' the medium admits, her guilty gaze falling on the supreme. ,,I think she wanted to learn it to prank us today, but I also think she got frustrated not being able to do it'' Billie explains, her eyes pleading with Cordelia's. There is a long silence, Wilhemina letting the words sink in, feeling frustrated with you but at the same time understanding all to well about stubbornness and wanting to be better.

,,It's my fault Billie not yours'' Cordelia finally speaks, some tears lingering in her brown eyes. ,,She asked me for help and I turned her down'' she admits ,,I thought it was too dangerous and I was busy'' she adds, a tear streaming down her features. Billie walks over to Cordelia before kneeling in front of her ,,She's fine now honey, thanks to you'' Billie thanks her, reaching out to cup her cheek before Cordelia melts into her touch, the medium wiping her tears. Wilhemina remains silent, not necessarily finding the right words, not mad at either one of them, understanding Cordelia's reasoning and not blaming Billie in the slightest.

Silence stretches over the room, a long one as the three of them try and find peace with what they had witnessed, images of your body still lingering on their minds. Meanwhile you had woken up with a gasp, a dream reminding you of the events that unfolded earlier today, your body still taken back by the pain. As you glance around the room you can't find either of them and with a painful gasp you make your way to your girlfriends, the guilt already consuming you and wanting to apologise. It takes you several minutes, leaning on the walls to finally get to Cordelia's office, despite it only being one door away.

With all the strength within you, you push the door open, finding your girlfriends, Delia and Billie by the supremes desk, Wilhemina closeby, the three of them lost in thoughts. ,,Sweetheart?'' Cordelia speaks, seeing your pained state and not expecting you to be awake yet. ,,Are you okay?'' Billie questions, already on her way over to you. ,,I- I- teleported into a fence'' you state, guilt consuming you ,,I'm so so sorry'' you apologise, feeling bad for lying, for not listening and for making them watch.

Cordelia's features soften, seeing the genuine guilt and not feeling anger towards you, knowing she should have just helped you to begin with. ,,You sure did babydoll'' Billie chuckles a little, taking you into her arms, wanting to lighten the mood a little. Cordelia is quick on her feet, before taking your hand. ,,Come on, you need rest sweetheart'' she argues, guiding you gently back to bed. ,,Delia I'm sorry'' you plead with her as she tucks you in. She sits beside you before explaining ,,I'm sorry darling for not helping you, you did a great job teaching yourself and this kinda thing can happen, I'm just glad you're okay''. You nod at her statement, tears swelling in your eyes.

,,Can we agree on no teleporting for a while?'' Billie Dean's voice fills the air as she stands behind the supreme. ,,Promise'' you whisper a little shy, feeling embarrassed about the whole thing. ,,You must be exhausted babydoll'' Billie states, noticing your state ,,Let me get you some water'' she coos, before Cordelia looks at you ,,I'm just going to fill in the girls that you are okay, alright? I'll be right back sweetie'' she promises before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

After they leave silence follows, Wilhemina simply standing by the bed, averting your gaze. Your heart pounds guiltily in your chest, before you break the silence. ,,Mina I'm sorry'' you whisper, barely audible but she picks it up. Her gaze meets yours, her features softening at seeing your genuine guilt and trembling state. With quiet steps she makes her way towards you, before sitting beside you. ,,It's okay little one'' she coos, finding your hand under the blanket Cordelia had tugged you in. ,,Just-'' she begins to speak but stops herself, her emotions getting ahold of the redhead. ,,Just don't ever do that again'' she speaks, tears lingering in her brown eyes. ,,I can't lose you little one'' she admits, causing your eyes to fill with tears.

,,I promise Mina'' you whisper, tears flowing freely from your eyes, but your Mina is quick to catch them, before pulling you onto her lap. ,,Come here little one'' she coos, her chin resting on your head as she holds you close. ,,You're okay little one, all safe and sound'' she coos before pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

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onthewaytosomewhere · 1 month

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Happy WIP Wednesday!!

So apparently some of y'all have been busy and well I'm gonna get this in now before I don't get a chance to because while it's still rough draft, this bit of 'baby just say yes' (that tswift fairytale) is really quite cute and deserves to be seen by more than just me b4 April

so thank you @adreamareads @stellarm @duchessdepolignaca03 @suseagull04 @sophie1973 @england-would-fall so much for the tags I am so excited to read what ya posted ❤️

Prince Alex is still ten years of age when it happens, just days before Prince Henry is to turn twelve, they are practicing their magic lessons together in the garden, learning how to wield their magic together. They are working on a lesson they learned from Prince Henry’s parents, Princess Catherine and Royal Earl Arthur, on strengthening each other’s magic. They have been working at it for quite some time to no avail, and young princes are growing frustrated when there is a sudden poof! of magic between them. Prince Alex closes his eyes at the flash of light accompanying the burst of magic, and when he opens them, Henry is no longer sitting in front of him. The young prince lets out a screech that he denies whenever the story is retold as he feels something small jump in his lap. The young prince looks down, and the most adorable, almost-blonde kitten is staring up at him; the kitten's eyes look like Henry’s shade of blue in them. The prince is so excited to show Henry the kitten when he finds out where he is. When Arthur finds him, Alex is still sitting with the kitten curled up in his arms, petting and kissing its adorable face. The magic emanating from the area gives some indication of what happened, but he asks anyway, “Alex, where is Henry? I was under the impression the two of you were out here practicing.” Alex sets the kitten into his lap and looks up; the fear in his young eyes is evident to any who takes a moment to look. “Well, we were practicing, working on some of the tandom magic you and Catherine showed us, and - something happened. I don’t know what, but there was a poof!” Alex says with an exaggerated movement of his arms, continuing, “And I closed my eyes because of the very bright light, and then when I opened them, Henry wasn’t here, and this adorable kitten was instead. I may have gotten a little distracted when we were working, and now I don’t know where Henry is.” Alex stops speaking when the kitten starts to bat at his arms, which are still moving around. He picks the kitten back up into his arms, and it snuggles into his chest. Arthur barely has to use any of his magic to know that the kitten Alex is so attached to is his son, Henry. The young prince, Alex, is devastated when he is told that his friend, his best friend, other than his sister, June, is now a kitten. He is so smitten with the kitten that he only lets it out of his sight when he falls asleep. He deems it his job to care for Kitty Hen as he has taken to calling the kitten; after all, he blames himself for the magic mishap that caused the change. Alex spends his days at the palace in Windsor caring for his friend; he asks his favorite cook in the kitchen to help him make a cat-friendly cake for Henry when it’s obvious that he won’t be turning back before his birthday. He finds only the best tuna for his friend, which he finds funny because he’s never known his friend to eat tuna when in human form. Alex brings Kitty Hen with him everywhere and sometimes swears to those around them that the kitten is trying to communicate with him; the prince has yet to figure out how to understand the cat, though. The Prince has found that if the kitten must do his business inside, he will attempt to climb onto the toilet rather than use the litter box that has been provided. This leads to Alex finding the kitten fallen into the toilet the first day, and from then on, he has spent almost every waking moment he can outside with the kitten to give it somewhere it won’t fall into to do his business. If when Henry is in human form, Alex gets them into most of the scrapes they get into, then in kitten form, Henry is definitely making up for that - as Alex follows the kitten everywhere, and kittens have a much easier time getting around unseen. Every time Alex receives a scolding for one of their adventures, the kitten that is his friend climbs into his lap and purrs until he forgives him, only to do it all again.

Ok so some no-pressure tags going out to (if you've already posted - just saying 'hi' cuz well I didn't check today) @agame-writes @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @dragonflylady77 @firenati0n @firstprinces @forever-fixating @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @junebugclaremontdiaz @kiwiana-writes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @nocoastposts @piratefalls @priincebutt @sunnysideprince @taste-thewaste @typicalopposite and bcuz it's relevant to our convo @littlemisskittentoes

#wip wednesday #firstprince #red white and royal blue #rwrb fic #baby just say yes #kitten!henry #now hoping i can get back to the fic i want to post this month #well and some others lol

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reasonsforhope · 8 months

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Non-paywall version here.

"When Arley Gill, head of Grenada’s National Reparations Committee, envisioned his work seeking repair for centuries of enslavement on the Caribbean island, one thing was certain: It was going to be a long slog.

But just two years since its founding, the task force is fielding calls from individuals around the world looking to make amends for ancestors who benefited from enslavement in Grenada.

“If you had told us this would be happening, we wouldn’t have believed you,” Mr. Gill says, crediting a burgeoning movement of descendants of enslavers getting wise to their family’s history and taking action.

In Grenada’s case, the momentum began with a public apology made by former BBC journalist Laura Trevelyan and her family in February at a ceremony on the island. They apologized for their forebears’ enslavement of people in Grenada and their enrichment from it, pledging an initial contribution of £100,000 ($130,000) toward education on the island.

“She opened the doors for people to feel comfortable” coming forward, says Mr. Gill.

In April [2023], Ms. Trevelyan and journalist Alex Renton co-founded an organization called Heirs of Slavery. Its eight British members have ancestors who benefited financially from slavery in various ways...

Heirs of Slavery says wealth and privilege trickle down through generations, and that there are possibly millions of Britons whose lives were touched by money generated from enslavement.

The group aims to amplify the voices of those already calling for reparations, like Caribbean governments. And it supports organizations working to tackle the modern-day consequences of slavery, both in the United Kingdom and abroad, from racism to health care inequities. But it’s also setting an example for others, drafting a road map of reparative justice for enslavement – at the individual level...

“Shining a light is always a good idea,” says Mr. Renton, who published a book in 2021 about his family’s ties to slavery, donating the proceeds to a handful of nongovernmental organizations in the Caribbean and England. “You don’t have to feel guilt about it; you can’t change the past,” he says, paraphrasing Sir Geoff Palmer, a Scottish Jamaican scholar. “But we should feel ashamed that up to this point we’ve done nothing about the consequences” of slavery.

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Most Africans trafficked to the Americas and Caribbean during the trans-Atlantic slave trade ended up in the West Indies. The wealth generated there through unpaid, brutal, forced labor funded much of Europe’s Industrial Revolution and bolstered churches, banks, and educational institutions. When slavery was abolished in British territories in 1833, the government took out a loan to compensate enslavers for their lost “property.” The government only finished paying off that debt in 2015.

The family of David Lascelles, the 8th Earl of Harewood, for example, received more than £26,000 from the British government after abolition in compensation for nearly 1,300 lives, while “the enslaved people were given nothing,” Mr. Lascelles says. He joined Heirs of Slavery upon its founding, eager to collaborate with peers doing work he’s been focused on for decades.

“People like us have, historically, kept quiet about what our ancestors did. We believe the time has come to face up to what happened, to acknowledge the ongoing repercussions of this human tragedy, and support the existing movements to discuss repair and reconciliation,” reads the group’s webpage.

For Ms. Trevelyan, that meant a very public apology – and resigning from journalism to dedicate herself to activism...

For Mr. Lascelles, a second cousin of King Charles, making repairs included in 2014 handing over digitized copies of slavery-related documents discovered in the basement of the Downton Abbey-esque Harewood House to the National Archives in Barbados, where much of his family’s wealth originated during enslavement.

“What can we do that is actually useful and wanted – not to solve our own conscience?” he says he asks himself...

“Listen and learn”

...The group is planning a conference this fall that will bring together families that benefited from the trans-Atlantic slave trade along with representatives from Caribbean governments and Black Europeans advocating for reparations. In the meantime, members are meeting with local advocacy groups to better understand what they want – and how Heirs of Slavery might assist.

At a recent meeting, “there was one man who said he wanted to hear what we had to say, but said he saw us as a distraction. And I understand that,” says Mr. Renton. “Maximum humility is necessary on our part. We are here to listen and learn, not try to take the lead and be the boss.”

Mr. Renton’s family has made donations to youth development and educational organizations, but he doesn’t see it as compensation. “I see this as work of repair. If I sold everything I own, I couldn’t begin to compensate for the lives my ancestors destroyed,” he says."

-via The Christian Science Monitor, August 1, 2023

Note: I know the source name probably inspires skepticism for a lot of people (fairly), but they're actually considered a very reliable and credible publication in both accuracy and lack of bias.

#slavery #reparations #antiblackness #racism #colonialism #united kingdom #uk #granada #caribbean #social justice #ancestry #black history #black lives matter #reparative justice #enslavement #abolition #systemic racism #good news #hope

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Dreamling Abbey

My fic for the @the-centennial-husbands-bigbang !!

No lie, guys: I decided to do this after coming out of a heart scan at the hospital on the sign up deadline. The thinking being: I could have a dicky ticker here, why not try something new? And this was perfect because if there's one thing I know about myself, it's that I need a deadline.

And so here we are.

I am MOST affronted by how hard this was?! And how bloody long it took me (mostly because I spent a lot of time staring into space or relentlessly googling 'did they have xyz in Edwardian England) All you wonderful, talented writers have made it look so easy that all that effort came as somewhat of a shock. Honestly, I am deeply saddened that the copious amount of Dreamling fic I have voraciously consumed in the past 18 months has not magically made a fantastic author out of me. Why does osmosis not work for writing?

If you read, I hope you enjoy!

(The ticker's fine, by the way. Not dicky at all.)

Art by the fabulous @lalaithquetzallicaresi Thanks for squeezing me in there, lovely! ❤

Pairing: Dream/Hob

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 50k

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con elements

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Downton Abbey Fusion, look it's Downton Abbey but Dreamling omegaverse. Sorta. If you squint, I'm not sure Julian Fellowes would approve, If you haven't seen Downton it definitely won't matter, because I've unashamedly just stolen bits and pieces and thrown the rest to the wind, Attempted Sexual Assault, Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-Consensual Kissing, Pining, period typical attitudes to gender. If you reframe gender to include alpha beta omega dynamics, omega rights paralleling the suffragette movement in England, Minor Violence, lots of vague references to classic cars, mention of unethical medical procedures, Time and Night are bad parents, Omega Dream of the Endless, Alpha Hob Gadling, Hob Gadling Loves Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless│Morpheus Needs a Hug, Unbeta'd

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Fic Summary: Lord Morpheus is the eldest child of the Earl and Countess of Endless, an ancient family hiding huge debts behind a fine name. As an omega, Morpheus cannot inherit his father's title or the family's ancestral home. His function is simple: secure a match that is both socially advantageous and financially viable, thus securing the future of the estate and the title of Earl of Endless for his offspring. The family believe that their troubles are solved when Morpheus dutifully (if reluctantly) becomes engaged to his wealthy cousin, Patrick. However, all their carefully laid plans are thrown into chaos when Patrick drowns on the ill-fated Titianic.

Now Morpheus is navigating treacherous waters of his own and discovering how tight the ties of family loyalty bind him. Will the charming and handsome Duke of Crowborough prove his saviour? Or will the wealthy yet odious Sir Roderick Burgess ensnare Morpheus in plans of his own?

Meanwhile, the family’s new chauffeur, one Robert Gadling, is muddying the waters of Morpheus’s existence even further- where is the line between a servant and a friend? Can Hob help Morpheus see that life exists beyond the confines of family and function?

Chapters below the cuts and in subsequent reblogs, should you wish to read it here on tumblr.

Chapter 1: Complications with the Great Matter.

April 1912.

The papers had been late this morning. Not that Morpheus notices their tardiness. Serious daily newspapers are the preserve of his father and since Morpheus has little interest in the society gossip that proliferated on the pages of The Daily Sketch, the only periodical he is allowed in his room, he rarely bothers to glance at it. However, the large photograph blazing across the front page is so arresting that he finds his eyes drawn to it immediately, ignoring all else on his vanity to take the paper and read. It is bad news of course, the papers rarely print anything but. ‘DISASTER TO TITANIC ON HER MAIDEN VOYAGE’ boldly proclaims the headline, beneath which is black and white image of the doomed liner, adjoined by one of her seemingly also doomed captain, John Smith. Morpheus’s eyebrows draw down as he reads the brief article: so many presumed dead, so few saved. They would know people, of course. His mother knew the Astors, and they had dined with Lady Rothes only last month. Still, the privilege of first class likely meant they would be amongst the survivors. Those below decks… on their way to a better life, well they would not have been so fortunate. What a tragedy, Morpheus sighs and closes the paper. This news rather put his own woes into perspective-

The door bangs open and Desire flounces in without so much as a by your leave, as is their way.

“Dream!” they shout without preamble, then glance at the newspaper in his hands with a slight moue of disappointment. Being the bearer of bad news is something Desire takes a measure of delight in, “Oh, you’ve seen already, Huh,” They shake their head, before bending over Morpheus to look more closely at his paper, hand gripping his shoulder. This close, the smell of the perfume Desire favours- a rich and spicy aroma deliberately chosen to overwhelm their natural omega scent- makes him wrinkle his nose and move his head away. Desire’s fingers tighten on his shoulder and they huff in amusement. They are not strictly allowed to wear perfumes but Desire goes their own way with everything. “When Jessamy told me, I thought she must have dreamt it!” Desire continues in a low tone, meeting Morpheus’s eyes in the mirror. “To think, we were just talking about that ship the other week. Remember how excited old Lucy Rothes was? Supposed to be unsinkable- ha!”

“Every mountain is unclimbable until they climb, so every ship is unsinkable until it sinks,” Morpheus responds neutrally, putting the paper down and shrugging Desire’s hand off to stand. Desire moves with him, smoothing their hands over the non-existent wrinkles on the shoulder of his jacket before adjusting his already meticulously placed tie pin. Morpheus endures the attention for a moment before once again moving away. He does not enjoy this close scrutiny and Desire knows it, but it is always a delight of theirs to make him feel uncomfortable.

“Hm” Desire hums then shrugs, “Come on, now you’re all sorted, lets go to breakfast. Aponoia said she saw the telegram boy come by. I want to find out if there’s any more news. Won’t it be something if someone truly important drowned? Gossip for weeks.”

***

The papers always print bad news. Of course they do. But that news is viewed through a detached lens. Shocking, of course, but not too close to home. Telegrams though- that’s different. They take that news and make it personal.

Breakfast had proven to be a fraught affair. Their father had been away from the room when they first arrived, speaking with their mother so they were to learn, but he had soon been back and imparted the news of their family’s misfortune to his children with unusual brevity. Then he had left without saying anything further, leaving the three of them to process the news alone: the news that Patrick Endless, their wealthy cousin and Morpheus’s fiance, had been aboard the Titanic with his father, James and neither were listed among the names of the survivors. Morpheus had not felt like eating further and had removed himself back to his rooms with his siblings following uninvited (though not strictly unwanted). He had wanted to think but he also knew the danger of getting lost so deeply in his mind, so Desire’s sniping and Aponoia’s quiet presence would be… grounding.

The stupid thing was that Patrick was not even meant to be on that cursed ship; he and his father weren’t expected in New York until May. Why? He thought Why did they go? And without saying anything? Perhaps Patrick had planned to telegram from New York- a boast and a surprise.

“Turns out that the lure of the Titanic’s maiden voyage was too strong.” Desire says as if reading his mind, and with a hint of mischief in their golden eyes. They lounge dramatically against the doorframe whilst Morpheus stands and stares out of his window, gazing at the grounds below. It all looks so quiet, so normal. Why doesn’t he feel sad? Desire continues, “They wanted to be part of history and now they are history.”

“Desire,” Morpheus chides half heartedly. It is a crass statement but he can’t find it in himself to react more strongly. Maybe they are looking for a reaction from him, or maybe this is now how his sibling processes strong emotions. It certainly seems in character. Aponoia has not yet spoken. She just sits unmoving, staring vacantly ahead, toying with the ring on her finger, turning it over and over. He himself feels oddly disconnected from the news. How is one meant to react upon learning that their intended had been so suddenly and shockingly killed- drowned in the icy waters of the North Atlantic, their frozen corpse not even recovered, just left to sink and rot in the sea. Dream blinks slowly, probably not like this, he thinks vaguely. He feels there should be some weeping and wailing involved at the very least.

But there is only numbness.

***

“Uh, I detest black,” Desire flounces into the room the next morning whilst Morpheus is busy writing in his journal. He enjoys writing, it helps to order his often scattered and rebellious thoughts.

Jessamy, the maid he shares with his siblings, has just finished fixing his hair and is busily setting his bed to rights, plumping the pillows and smoothing the coverlets. Desire regards themself critically in Morpheus’ tall mirror, turning this way and that. Aponoia trails after them silently. She is also dressed in black and it makes her look even more wan and washed out than usual. As for Desire, their outfit may have been the requisite black, but it still looked to Morpheus to be sufficiently rakish as to raise their parents’ blood pressure. Hardly proper mourning material. “At least going into mourning won’t ruin your aesthetic, Dream dear,” Desire stretches languidly and collapses back on the just-made bed, smiling thinly. “Always a silver lining somewhere.”

“Full mourning still seems a lot for a cousin,” Morpheus replies vaguely. He tries to pay little attention to his siblings, bent over his journal and writing quickly. The habit of diary writing was born of necessity: a strategy to help quiet his mind, he’d been told, but now it is a pleasure.

“But not for a fiance,” Aponoia’s voice is quiet. There is no accusation in her tone, only the retelling of fact.

Morpheus huffs slightly. “He was not really a fiance.”

“No? I thought that was what you call a man you’re going to marry?”

“I was only going to marry him if nothing better turned up,” he turns the page and continues writing.

“Morpheus! What a dreadful thing to say!” Desire looks simply delighted. “Poor dear Patrick was absolutely besotted with you. It was quite pathetic to witness really- your indifference and his lovelorn obsessiveness,” they shudder theatrically. “Perhaps it’s a good thing he drowned; saved him from a miserable life with you as husband.”

“You dare suggest I would have been a poor husband to him?” Morpheus demands, slamming his diary closed and rounding on his sibling. Desire shrugs insouciantly, fiddling with a diamond earring.

‘“Well you didn’t love him. Barely liked him. And he wasn’t the cleverest where you were concerned, but he would have seen it sooner or later, and hated you for it. Of course, I could wish an unhappy marriage upon you, dearest brother. But Patrick? He deserved better.”

‘Better?’ Morpheus raises his eyebrows. Desire’s words were often full of spite towards him but this was such a quick switch around from mocking Patrick to defending him. Was there something here he had never seen? Never bothered to look for, in truth. “You would have considered yourself a better prospect, my sibling? Taken what I would have discarded?” He raises his eyebrows in challenge and they glare at each other for a moment, then Desire drops their gaze.

‘Yes,’ they say softly, vulnerability etching their features momentarily. “Would that I were eldest and not… as I am. Then I would have taken him like a shot.”

They stand, shields quickly going back up. “Well,” they sniff pointedly, looking away from Morpheus and towards the door, “It’s not so bad I suppose. Mama says we can go into half mourning next month, then full colour by September. A shame we have to spend the summer so drab- and miss the season down in London!- but at least we’ll be ready for shooting parties in the autumn. Come on Appy, let’s leave his lordship alone. He clearly craves solitude. To think,” they sneer, “and write in his stupid diary.” They flow out the room without a backwards glance, Aponoia dutifully trailing in their wake.

Morpheus sighs and turns back to his journal, opening it and staring at the blank page but not picking his pen back up. Desire and Patrick… not that he thought Patrick had returned any sort of affection to his younger sibling but still, had he really been so blind?

“I was so terribly sorry to hear the news, my lord,” Jessamy offers quietly into the silence of the room as she finishes adjusting his bed again. “You say these things but I know you are sad. Whatever you say.” “You are a dear,” Morpheus murmurs. “But I do not feel as badly as I should. I do not really know… what I feel.” That is probably a bad reflection upon me, he thinks. The truth was that beyond the normal amount of grief that came with the sudden and untimely passing of an acquaintance, Dream felt nothing. Patrick had hardly been a grand passion. They had known each other since childhood but had been thrown together through circumstance rather than any actual attraction and they had barely anything in common. So no, he was not as sad as he should be and that was what was really making him sad. This marriage would have been a thing of duty. Their family was old, old enough indeed to have had plenty of time to rack up considerable debts. A lack of money hidden behind a fine name. Morpheus’ marriage to Patrick would have secured the estate’s future, shored up its ailing finances and kept the title very much in the family. As an omega, Morpheus would never have been able to inherit his father’s title but his children could, if they were alphas. And now, there was no marriage, no money and a very uncertain future ahead of them. Morpheus’s one duty, his one function in society, was to secure a good match and that duty lay so heavily upon his shoulders. If only Olly had stayed- but no, there was no use in dealing in ‘if onlies’. Practicalities only, and practicalities meant marriage. And soon.

#centennial husbands big bang #centennial husbands big bang 2023 #centennialhusbandsbigbang #mr sadman #centennial husbands #dreamling #the sandman #the sandman fanfiction #the sandman fanart #a thing I wrote

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When Mary was just 17-years-old, she met her future husband, Earl Myatt, while at a party: “It was one of those instant loves,” their son would later say. The young New Yorkers became immediately attached at the hip and formed a bond that would last for decades. They both worked at the same book shop for the community college and became doting parents and eventually doting grandparents.

After 42 years of blissful marriage, their seemingly perfect life began to fall apart when an aneurysm developed in Mary’s brain. She required multiple surgeries and was in and out of hospital but Earl remained by her side throughout. The aneurysm attacked Mary’s cognitive faculties and things that were once simple tasks, became daunting and confusing. Mary became unable to follow conversation and found it difficult to even go to the bathroom on her own.

Seeing Mary’s quality of life deteriorate broke Earl’s heart and he knew that she couldn’t carry on living how she was and he couldn’t carry on living without her. They remained married for 42 years and died like they had lived - together. On a Sunday afternoon on April 2014, Earl called one of his sons and told him he loved him an apologised. Minutes later, Earl led Mary onto a local train track where they were both hit and killed by an oncoming train.

It was ruled a murder-suicide due to Mary’s illness rendering her unable to comprehend the situation.

#sad

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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Oh! Then I'll send it again! So I wanted to request rise!Raph dating a bubbly happy reader. She's really bubbly with people around her but when she started dating Raph she gets nervous and really shy. But when Raph and her are alone, she gets really affectionate and clingy! When they're out, Raph gets flirty with her and is very amused when they're alone. IDK FLIRTY RISE RAPH. thank you if you do this btw! LOVE YOUR WRITING. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK. -bubble

Only with You

author’s note: super happy to finally have gotten a good chunk of school work done so I was feeling the fluff, here we go my dear bubble anon

warnings: fluff to the max, cursing

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“Guyyyyys!!” You called out as you popped your head past the entry way. “Guess what??” You asked all smiles, happy to see all the turtles were lounging in the common area. “What?” Donnie asked and you made a face, “uhmmm pizza??” Mikey guessed and you shook your head. “You’re a floating head now?” Leo asked wondering why you were still only showing just your face. “Ha ha,” you narrowed your eyes at the blue clad turtle. “Schools out for the holidays?” Raph said with a knowing smile and you finally came into the lair jumping up and down, “ding ding ding ding! and the winner is Big Raphie!” you shot him a wink.

Leo and Mikey were just as excited at this news. If you were out for the holidays so was April. Though Donnie didn’t understand how one could possibly want to miss school. He thought it was one of the greatest places on earth besides the library! “Yeah April should be heading this way in a couple hours, you know how she is, job hunting and all,” you explained as you made your way to Raph’s side of the couch. “Sooo? Plans?!” You said with round eyes, ready to live it up to the fullest with your besties, anddd boyfriend! “We definitely need to make a snowman this year,” Mikey said in thought. “Lameee let’s go to the Hidden City! I’m sure there’s plenty to do during the holidays,” Leo claimed.

Donnie wasn’t interested in doing much else than getting his projects done, it was a miracle he was out in the common area to begin with. “Why are you in the living room?” You asked curiously, “I took a break plus family time,” he explained not looking up from his phone. Donnie’s idea of family time was more like basking in his brothers presence for however long he could stand it while being on his phone, which had you shaking your head. Raph was quiet to this particular question of plans, which surprised you. The two of you had been texting back and forth about plenty of plans! You wondered why he didn’t share it with his brothers. And you wouldn’t find out about what he was thinking until later that evening. After an hour or so of talking, the boys got hungry and you happily ordered pizza, texting April if she wanted any. She replied with a big yes, and saying she’d pick it up on her way over!

After eating and more good vibes and conversation everyone started to part ways and do their own thing. Donnie headed to his lab, ready and rejuvenated to probably spend hours if not days awake working on whatever science-y thing he was creating. Mikey, Leo, and April all had a running bet for who would win at DDR so they all headed to the arcade. You peered over at Raph as it ended up being just the two of you. “You sure you don’t wanna join them in DDR? We all know you’re the dance master!” You smiled, you would definitely place your bet on Raph out of all of them.

“Nahh I was thinking me and you could watch a movie, I got Donnie to set up a mini projector in my room,” he said grinning. Annnd there went your brain, poof, all up in sparks and smoke. You and Raph? Alone? In his room? Watching a movie? Don’t get it wrong, you wanted to, oh you did and you thought the plan was so sweet, he must’ve been thinking about this for a while to get Donnie to help out! And you had no idea! The two of you texted about any and everything. That was how he knew exactly what you wanted everyone to guess earlier that day. “O-oh? Okay!” You nodded, smiling sheepishly as you followed Raph out of the kitchen and to his room.

Oh goodness, you had this feeling in your stomach. Butterflies or maybe even bees! Buzzing around and not giving you a break to calm down. You stayed at the doorway, shifting your weight as you watched Raph become occupied with turning on the projector and making sure it was facing the empty space on his wall. He had plenty posters of Lou Jitsu, Jupiter Jim, and Ghost Bear. “Y/n?” He called you out of your daydreaming, looking over all his posters. “Hmm?” You said meeting his eyes. “You comin’?” He said with amusement dancing across his features. “Right, coming inside your room, me and you, aloneee,” you said taking a few steps in.

Raph chuckled, he knew this shy phase would fade soon. He knew exactly what to expect next, first you would get shy, getting used to just his presence without the buffer of his brothers or April. He patted the bed, signaling you to enter further. “Baby you’re just too cute when you get shy,” Raph snickered, teasing you and your hands went up to your face immediately. “Raphhhh,” you whined, not liking it when your shyness was pointed out. You kept walking forward though, peeking through your fingers to see when to stop just before Raph’s bed. He tugged you down, making you squeal as you landed on the bed next to him. “Alright alright, no more teasing, do you wanna pick the movie?” He asked and that immediately got your attention.

He handed you the remote as your brain momentarily stuttered at the feeling of his hand brushing yours, but you babbled about movie genres. Raph liked everything except horror which was fine with you. Scary movies weren’t really your thing either so you settled on an action movie that had a good amount of romance as well. You and Raph moved to the head of the bed, where a pile of pillows awaited, getting comfortable. As you had something else to focus on you didn’t really feel shy anymore. In fact, you really just wanted to hold Raph’s hand, or even hop over into his lap and cuddle while the movie rolled. “Raph?” You whispered, wondering how much he was paying attention to the movie. “Yeah?” He said giving you a side glance before looking back at the movie, you estimated he was halfway paying attention to the movie. “Can I hold your hand?” You asked sweetly, already reaching out for it. He immediately opened up his palm and you placed your hand inside, his hand closing gently, engulfing yours. You rested your cheek on his arm, snuggling up close so you were pressed against him. He was so warm and you sighed with contentment.

Yes, your next phase was clingy affection. If Raph even dared to move his hand because he thought it was getting a little too sweaty, you’d just ask for his other hand. Or even worse, beg for his hand back until he gave in. But you must’ve been pretty excited all day, after getting comfortable and all snuggled up you fell asleep as the movie started to get good. Raph only noticed when he glanced down, trying to gauge your reaction for a certain scene that had just played when he saw your eyes closed, breathing deepened, your mouth slightly open. His other hand fumbled for his phone wanting to take a picture, he just couldn’t you were so adorable, falling asleep holding his hand!

Raph gushed as he quietly took the picture, double checking to make sure the flash was off before he clicked. “Sweet dreams princess,” Raph murmured kissing the top of your head before turning back to the movie. You’d ask him all about it when you woke up. “Mmmgh Raphie” you muttered half asleep as you turned your head and kicked a leg out to wrap over one of Raph’s. He just knew his arm was going to fall asleep but for you, he’d stay still. He loved how comfortable you were with him, how you trusted him to care for you and protect you while you slept. Or maybe that was just the way his mind worked, because he kept envisioning foot soldiers storming into his room. He’d ninja the hell out of them, silently and swiftly, making sure you wouldn’t even wake up! And he’d be back by your side, holding you close and you’d snuggle your face into his plastron.

Yeah, Raph was totally daydreaming about being a badass and protecting you. Maybe it was because of the action/romance movie. Though honestly he had those kinds of thoughts all the time when it came to you. He couldn’t help it. He used to envision himself saving his brothers, but ever since he met you, you became the star to all his daydreams. Not that you put yourself in dangerous situations or anything. Raph just loved the idea of being your protector. Being someone you could count on, turn to, depend on, he wanted to be it all. So as he blinked out of his own reveries, realizing the credits were now rolling for the movie, he looked around for the remote. Sighing as he noticed it was on the other side of the bed.

The deep breath caused you to slowly wake, and you stretched, groaning to yourself as you asked if the movie was over. “Yeah,” Raph hummed as he took that opportunity to reach across you and grab the remote. Your eyes fluttered open as you felt his arm brush over your stomach. He paused momentarily, his face hovering over yours as blushes overcame the both of you. “Ah, the remote-“ Raph tried to explain, wanting to show you his innocent intentions to pick another movie. But you had other ideas as your eyelashes batted and then closed as you leaned forward silencing his sputtering.

Raph held his breath, as your lips met his. It only took you initiating for him to become confident enough to drop the remote control and kiss you back. His hands going up yours arms, making you shiver. It was slow, sweet kisses, that would break away easily and come back together in a smooth rhythm. His hands were soon cradling your face, angling for more control as he tilted your face ever so slightly upwards. He made a deep rumbling noise in the back of his throat at your compliance. He swiped his tongue across your lower lip, wanting not only your lips but your entire mouth. Tongue and all. At his request you parted and he eagerly met your tongue with his own. It was a hot and heavy makeout sesssion from there that left the two of you breathless.

He pulled back, not realizing how much he had leaned forward, his whole upper body practically covering you. He cleared his throat, bringing a hand up to his bandana, “so?” he rumbled, voice still thick from the earlier activities. “movie?” he continued on sheepishly, glancing at the forgotten remote by your hip. You bit down on your already swollen lower lip, how could you possibly watch a movie after that?! You’d need a cold shower or at least a lap around the lair! Raph’s eyes followed the way your teeth nibbled on your lower lip and he felt envious. Even though he had been the one to make it swollen in the first place. But you weren’t stopping and it was driving him crazy! “Ahh fuck it,” he said forgetting about movies as he swooped down to capture your lips again. Chuckling at your surprised squeals, loving how they quickly quieted down in favor of breathless gasping.

“Raph how am I supposed to walk out of here with these duck lips?!” You said touching your tender, puffy lips. Sometimes he would bite a little too hard. “Shall I carry you milady?” He waggled his brow bones at you from his laid out position on his bed. The two of you had finally watched a second movie, Raph’s choice, a Jupiter Jim film not so surprising. “Wouldn’t that just be even more obvious??” You sighed trying to come up with some clever plan to not be embarrassed by Raph’s brothers. You’d never live it down if Leo saw the state of your lips. “Hmmm sorry sweets I’m all out of plans,” he admitted.

You ended up deciding being carried was better than nothing. So to Raph’s joy, he carried you close to his plastron, looking down to take quick peeks at how cute you were with your face pressed close to his chest. You were doing that so you couldn’t be seen but still! To your surprise, no one was in the living room so the coast was clear for you to climb up the ladder to the surface. “Another movie night tomorrow?” Raph asked smugly and you smacked his plastron as he placed you on your feet. “No, no, we aren’t ‘watching movies’ every night Raph! We are definitely making a snowman and going to the Hidden City!” You chided, knowing he would certainly try to stay in cuddled with you the entire holiday.

“Fine fine, you got me,” Raph laughed, conceding to do his brothers plans… though he would definitely get you to ‘watch movies’ with him again sometime veryyyy soon. Actually! You had started climbing up the ladders, getting to peg three before Raph spoke up, “what?? No goodbye kiss?” He said in devastation. You turned, smiling knowing he had gotten plentyyyy of kisses earlier but still, you let him close the distance. He kissed you gingerly, “get home safe for me,” Raph said softly, noting how he hadn’t needed to bend down to meet your lips. “Don’t worry I will!” You said beaming at him before turning to climb the rest of the ladder, “bye Raphie!!” You called from the top as you closed the manhole. “Text me when you get home!”

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unhetalia · 9 days

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England headcanons (pt. 1):

Chain-smokes like a motherfucker. Alfred, who doesn't smoke and pretends very hard to think smoking is disgusting, hasn't yet realised where his secret smoking kink comes from.

Currently works for British Intelligence/has infiltrated his own government.

Carries around either a cane or umbrella that hides a sword even though he has never ONCE had to use it. He just feels more comfortable having a sword. (He does also carry around a gun, which, in contrast, has been used often.)

Also carries around his own pen, and absolutely loathes the thought of using someone else's. The pen is a first edition Michel Perchin Serpent in Champagne LE Fountain Pen given to him by Alfred - only ten were ever made and it cost a cool 8k. While Arthur has more valuable things - especially from his time as a pirate and back when he personally knew his royal family - the pen is still one of his most prized possessions.

His favourite tea is actually French Earl Grey - which is Earl Grey with rose petals. Not actually French? But Arthur's still pretty annoyed about it.

As mentioned in a few of my other posts - Arthur is incredibly physical and has kept up with sword fighting and various martial arts over the years, and regularly goes to the gym. He's very disciplined about it.

Tends to eat only for fuel as opposed to enjoyment whenever he's left to his own devices.

If pressed, Arthur will admit his best friend is Francis. Francis would say the same about Arthur.

(Despite their individual body counts, Francis and Arthur have never slept with each other.)

(Arthur doesn't have a lot of friends and has a strained relationship with his siblings, and has always felt that people don't like spending time with him. Even when he was on top of the world, working with his government to become an Empire, he still felt like an underdog.)

On that note, Arthur worked with his government longer than the other Nations, and was a huge part of establishing the British Empire. It made his already fraught relationship with his siblings even worse, and he regrets a lot of it.

Nations get scars very rarely, because very few things have the ability to give them scars - magical weapons is one of those things. Out of all the Nations, England has the most scars.

England is amazing at knitting and crochet, and he gifts Francis crocheted figurines from French cartoons for his birthday every year, which Francis adores. He also knits Canada scarves and gloves and beanies whenever he remembers him.

One of Arthur's most embarrassing memories is getting gonorrhea during his pirate days. He didn't have sex for a month after his healing kicked in - a record back then - and he became a lot more diligent in procuring and using the linen sheaths they used as condoms at the time.

Three of Arthur's back molars are implants made of real gold.

Alfred is the first (and last) person Arthur will say he's ever fallen in love with BUT the closest he's come is with another American - a nurse that took care of him during World War I. She was blonde and blue eyed and once shouted Arthur down when he insisted on continuing to fight even with a bullet lodged in his shoulder. She completely disappeared in April 1917, just before the Americans officially joined the war. He sometimes wonders what happened to her.

#hetalia #ukus #usuk #hws england #aph england #arthur kirkland #aph #i wanna do a mini series for my faves #so ill do england america for sure #austria and prussia #and maybe canada bc idk i like doing a contrast w america #and maybe russia? maybe more #byt i had england THOUGHTS TONIGht!!!#also that last headcanon has a story and its predictabke if you know me #someone guess #m: hetalia #hetalia: headcanon (char)#c: england #✎ hetalia bulletpoint headcanons

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James V of Scotland was born on 10th April 1512.

James was son of King James IV and his queen Margaret Tudor, a daughter of Henry VII of England, and was the only legitimate child of James IV to survive infancy, it was through this line that Mary Queen of Scots based her claim to the throne of England, and indeed her son, who took the throne after Elizabeth died.

James was born at Linlithgow Palace and baptised on April 11th, receiving the titles Duke of Rothesay and Prince and Grand Steward of Scotland. He became king at just seventeen months old when his father was killed at the Battle of Flodden Field on 9th September 1513. James was “crowned” in the Chapel Royal at Stirling Castle on 21st September 1513.

During his childhood, like so many of the Stewart monarchs, the country was ruled by regents, first by his mother, until she remarried the following year, and then by John Stewart, 2nd Duke of Albany, who was next in line to the throne after James and his younger brother, the posthumously-born Alexander Stewart, Duke of Ross.

Other regents included Robert Maxwell, 5th Lord Maxwell, a member of the Council of Regency who was also bestowed as Regent of Arran. Queen Margaret´s tempestuous private life complicated her son´s childhood, and after she divorced her second husband, Archibald Douglas 6th Earl of Angus, the Earl kidnapped young James. For over two years he held him as a virtual prisoner, showering him with gifts and introducing him to a round of unsuitable pleasures. James loathed him and finally managed to escape in 1528 and assumed the reins of government himself.

James´ personal rule began by savagely pursuing his opponents and he hounded the Earl of Angus out of Scotland. James combined suspicion of nobles with a popular touch, travelling anonymously among Scottish people as the ´Gudeman o´Ballengeich´. John Knox described him thus: ´he was called of some, a good poor man´s king; of others he was termed a murderer of the nobility, and one that had decreed their whole destruction´.

A highly strung, intelligent man who alternated between black depression and bouts of feverish energy, James had already fathered at least nine illegitimate children by a series of mistresses by the time a marriage was arranged for him.

He married Madeleine, daughter of Francois I of France, and the young couple returned to Scotland in May 1537. The Princess was a fragile woman, and the Scottish climate did not agree with her she died in her husband’s arms on 7th July 1537, seven weeks after her arrival in Edinburgh.

In governing, James increased his income by tightening control over royal estates and from the profits of justice, customs and feudal rights. He also gave his illegitimate sons lucrative benefices, diverting substantial church wealth into his coffers. James spent a large amount of his wealth on building work at Stirling Castle, Falkland Palace, Linlithgow Palace and Holyrood and built up a collection of tapestries from those inherited from his father.

In 1538 he married another French lady, the widowed Mary of Guise, tall, well-built and already the mother of two sons. She had two more sons by James but they both died in infancy within hours of each other in 1541. The death of the Kings’ mother in 1541 removed any incentive for peace with England, and war broke out.

Initially the Scots won a victory at the Battle of Haddon Rig in August 1542. The Imperial ambassador in London, Eustace Chapuys, wrote on 2nd October that the Scottish ambassadors ruled out a conciliatory meeting between James and Henry VIII in England until the pregnant Mary of Guise delivered her child. Henry would not accept this condition and mobilised his army north.

James was with his army at Lauder on 31 October 1542. Although he hoped to invade England, his nobles were reluctant. He returned to Edinburgh on the way writing a letter in French to his wife from Falahill mentioning he had three days of illness.

Next month his army suffered a serious defeat at the Battle of Solway Moss, a loss caused by infighting within the nobles on who was in command.

He took ill shortly after this, on 6th December; by some accounts this was a nervous collapse caused by the defeat, although some historians consider that it may just have been an ordinary fever. Whatever the cause of his illness, he was on his deathbed at Falkland Palace when his only surviving legitimate child, a girl, was born.

Sir George Douglas of Pittendreich brought the news of the king´s death to Berwick. He said James died at midnight on Thursday 15 December; the king was talking but delirious and spoke no "wise words." Having said that, history reports he uttered the following; 'It cam' wi' a lass, and it will gang wi' a lass,' meaning that whilst the Stewarts came to power through marrying a princess, the Stewart line would end with his daughter as queen. Of course this wasn’t true so I wonder to myself at times why such importance seems to have been placed on his words through the centuries.

He was buried at Holyrood Abbey alongside his first wife Madeleine and his two sons. The tomb was probably destroyed during the Rough Wooing in 1544, they were again “violated” at the end of James VII reign when the people of Edinburgh rioted. Queen Victoria arranged for the vault to be repaired.

There was another story regarding the grave of James V that happened in 1683, read about that on the great web pages of Dr Mark Jardine here https://drmarkjardine.wordpress.com/.../the-tomb-of.../

#scotland #scottish #history #royalty #the Stewarts

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Carol Diann Johnson was born in the Bronx, New York City, on July 17, 1935, to John Johnson, a subway conductor, and Mabel (Faulk), a nurse. While Carroll was still an infant, the family moved to Harlem, where she grew up except for a brief period in which her parents had left her with an aunt in North Carolina. She attended Music and Art High School, and was a classmate of Billy Dee Williams. In many interviews about her childhood, Carroll recalls her parents' support, and their enrolling her in dance, singing, and modeling classes. By the time Carroll was 15, she was modeling for Ebony. "She also began entering television contests, including Arthur Godfrey's Talent Scouts, under the name Diahann Carroll." After graduating from high school, she attended New York University, where she majored in sociology, "but she left before graduating to pursue a show-business career, promising her family that if the career did not materialize after two years, she would return to college.

Carroll's big break came at the age of 18, when she appeared as a contestant on the DuMont Television Network program, Chance of a Lifetime, hosted by Dennis James. On the show, which aired January 8, 1954, she took the $1,000 top prize for a rendition of the Jerome Kern/Oscar Hammerstein song, "Why Was I Born?" She went on to win the following four weeks. Engagements at Manhattan's Café Society and Latin Quarter, nightclubs soon followed.

Carroll's film debut was a supporting role in Carmen Jones (1954), as a friend to the sultry lead character played by Dorothy Dandridge. That same year, she was nominated for a Tony Award for Best Featured Actress in a Musical for her role in the Broadway musical, House of Flowers. A few years later, she played Clara in the film version of George Gershwin's Porgy and Bess (1959), but her character's singing parts were dubbed by opera singer Loulie Jean Norman. The following year, Carroll made a guest appearance in the series Peter Gunn, in the episode "Sing a Song of Murder" (1960). In the next two years, she starred with Sidney Poitier, Paul Newman, and Joanne Woodward in the film Paris Blues (1961) and won the 1962 Tony Award for Best Actress in a Musical (the first time for a Black woman) for portraying Barbara Woodruff in the Samuel A. Taylor and Richard Rodgers musical No Strings. Twelve years later, she was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Actress for her starring role alongside James Earl Jones in the film Claudine (1974), which part had been written specifically for actress Diana Sands (who had made guest appearances on Julia as Carroll's cousin Sara), but shortly before filming was to begin, Sands learned she was terminally ill with cancer. Sands attempted to carry on with the role, but as filming began, she became too ill to continue and recommended her friend Carroll take over the role. Sands died in September 1973, before the film's release in April 1974.

Carroll is known for her titular role in the television series Julia (1968-71), which made her the first African-American actress to star in her own television series who did not play a domestic worker. That role won her the Golden Globe Award for Best TV Star – Female for its first year, and a nomination for an Primetime Emmy Award in 1969. Some of Carroll's earlier work also included appearances on shows hosted by Johnny Carson, Judy Garland, Merv Griffin, Jack Paar, and Ed Sullivan, and on The Hollywood Palace variety show. In 1984, Carroll joined the nighttime soap opera Dynasty at the end of its fourth season as the mixed-race jet set diva Dominique Deveraux, Blake Carrington's half-sister. Her high-profile role on Dynasty also reunited her with her schoolmate Billy Dee Williams, who briefly played her onscreen husband Brady Lloyd. Carroll remained on the show and made several appearances on its short-lived spin-off, The Colbys until she departed at the end of the seventh season in 1987. In 1989, she began the recurring role of Marion Gilbert in A Different World, for which she received her third Emmy nomination that same year.

In 1991, Carroll portrayed Eleanor Potter, the doting, concerned, and protective wife of Jimmy Potter (portrayed by Chuck Patterson), in the musical drama film The Five Heartbeats (1991), also featuring actor and musician Robert Townsend and Michael Wright. She reunited with Billy Dee Williams again in 1995, portraying his character's wife Mrs. Greyson in Lonesome Dove: The Series. The following year, Carroll starred as the self-loving and deluded silent movie star Norma Desmond in the Canadian production of Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical version of the film Sunset Boulevard. In 2001, Carroll made her animation debut in The Legend of Tarzan, in which she voiced Queen La, ruler of the ancient city of Opar.

In 2006, Carroll appeared in several episodes the television medical drama Grey's Anatomy as Jane Burke, the demanding mother of Dr. Preston Burke. From 2008 to 2014, she appeared on USA Network's series White Collar in the recurring role of June, the savvy widow who rents out her guest room to Neal Caffrey. In 2010, Carroll was featured in UniGlobe Entertainment's breast cancer docudrama titled 1 a Minute and appeared as Nana in two Lifetime movie adaptations of Patricia Cornwell’s novels: At Risk and The Front.

In 2013, Carroll was present on stage at the 65th Primetime Emmy Awards to briefly speak about being the first African-American nominated for a Primetime Emmy Award. She was quoted as saying about Kerry Washington, nominated for Scandal, "She better get this award."

Carroll was a founding member of the Celebrity Action Council, a volunteer group of celebrity women who served the women's outreach of the Los Angeles Mission, working with women in rehabilitation from problems with alcohol, drugs, or prostitution. She helped to form the group along with other female television personalities including Mary Frann, Linda Gray, Donna Mills, and Joan Van Ark.

Carroll was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1997. She said the diagnosis "stunned" her, because there was no family history of breast cancer, and she had always led a healthy lifestyle. She underwent nine weeks of radiation therapy and had been clear for years after the diagnosis. She frequently spoke of the need for early detection and prevention of the disease. She died from cancer at her home in West Hollywood, California, on October 4, 2019, at the age of 84. Carroll also had dementia at the time of her death, though actor Marc Copage, who played her character's son on Julia, said that she did not appear to show serious signs of cognitive decline as late as 2017. A memorial service was held in November 24, 2019, at the Helen Hayes Theater in New York City.

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