#mc is that princess peach letter

[llamagoddessofficial]

For the baker boys, what if reader tried out a new recipe one day and just absolutely butchered it. Destroyed. Came out awful. And this isn’t the first time. She’s tried to get this right so many times and simply can’t seem to get the hang of it. I can see sans “teaching” her how but really just flexing, red teasing, and skull eating it and straight up lying to her face that it’s good.

Funnily enough, it's not unusual for Mc to try a recipe and completely fuck it up. She just isn't blessed with the gift of baking.

Sans: He's generally more accepting of the fact that baking just isn't her strong suit. She appreciates his honest approach, he doesn't try to turn her into something she's not. He can always tell how she's feeling about her attempt at cooking ending so terribly, and he responds appropriately- when she's not bothered about it and clearly finds it all funny, he cracks jokes and pretends to die from eating it, making her laugh until she's crying. But when she's genuinely upset that yet another cake came out underbaked, cracked or burnt, flat or misshapen, generally inedible... he's calm. He doesn't quip or push.

... Usually, he asks her to make him a complicated coffee. Pulling it off flawlessly makes her feel a lot better.

Red: He's one of those bakers who can look at her failed creation and instantly know what she did wrong. She has no idea how he tells so quickly. A single glance, and he's got her all figured out. "you opened the oven while it was cooking, didn't you?" "... Y-yeah. Just once..." "doll. that takes all the air outta it." Unlike Sans' more 'live and let live' approach, Red does his best to teach her some tips and tricks if he can tell she's open to it at that moment. Don't open the oven while it's baking, wait until your ingredients are room temperature, put a lil' drop of lemon in your eggs to make the meringue whip faster... Red's got the magic touch of someone who knows exactly what he's doing. When they cook together, she's much less flustered and confused, and everything winds up great. Plus, baking is a perfect time to flirt.... though if he says 'nice buns' again he might get a spatula to the jaw.

Skull: It's a real effort to get Skull to not eat what she bakes. When she makes something crap, she has to either hide it or literally run for it, because Skull will have some. She doesn't understand why he'll turn down nice store sandwiches to eat whatever hot garbage she pulled out of the oven.

... There's a few reasons. A big one is not wanting to waste food. But honestly, it's mostly because he really does like what she makes. Her cakes, though not exactly a visual treat, are full of her emotions and labour. He loves her so much, and her food is like an extension of her. It doesn't matter how bad it tastes because as soon as he chews it he feels warm knowing it's hers.

... He also wants to show her that no matter how bad she thinks it is, just because it's imperfect doesn't mean it's impalatable.

Someone will always like it.

#llamagines #mc is that princess peach letter #“skull- please do not look in the fridge i have baked an absolutely dogshit cake. completely fucked it up. dont eat it it might kill you” #several times mc THINKS shes successfully hidden her crappy cake #then she comes into the kitchen first thing in the morning and turns on the light #only to find skull sitting at one of the counters midway through it

[somethingclevermahogony]

Character Intro! Ninma

Hello y'all! I am currently working on making a post for Shela, the winner of the poll. However before I introduce you to a secondary character I thought it would make sense that you know both of the MCs. I previously introduced y'all to Narul, if you haven't seen that yet or if you are new to my WIP check out the pinned post on my blog or click here.

Send any questions you have about either of them!

Art is the work of @faeporcelain ! i hope to do a commission or two with just Ninma in the future.

Intro continues below!

Note: Everything listed below is the case at the start of the story, and are not necessarily the case for the entirety of the book

Ninma is the youngest daughter of Hutbari, King of the City State of Labisa

Ninma was born and has spent her entire life within Labisa

Ninma is five years old though she is unusually small for her age.

Her father is King Hutbari, her mother is Zibatha (Hutbari’s 6th and youngest wife). Zibatha is the child of a Jezaai mother and a Namutian father. This makes Ninma ethnically, 50% Kishic, 25% Jezaai, and 25% Namutian.

Ninma has 27 siblings, of which she is the youngest

Partially due to Hutbaris desire that his children not become undully influenced by their mothers's foreign influences, Ninma spends very little time with Zibatha, and knows relatively little about her.

Despite her young age, at the insistence of her father, Ninma has been tutored on how to read and write and is quite adept at it, when she wants to pay attention at least

Ninma's favorite story or piece of literature is The Naked Lord and the Crashing Waterfall by the poet Ramu, a less than age-appropriate comedy. Much to Ninma’s displeasure, the tutor who allowed her to hear this tale was promptly banished from the palace grounds and replaced.

Ninma loves to climb and has already broken 2 fingers from various falls at the age of five.

Her favorite colors are yellow followed by red.

Her prized possession is the golden circlet which she wears on her head, given to her by Hutbari as a birthday present

Her favorite food is nubut tuntiwanash literally "ovened fish" or more simply "Baked fish". She is also quite fond of peaches, which being still new to Kishetal, introduced from the east, are an incredibly expensive delicacy.

And here is a bonus, an Excerpt from Book 1 Chapter 1

A pair of slaves wafted the king and his guests with fans of wood and parchment to cool the nobility and to shoo away the fat black flies that had a penchant for taking afternoon swims in the wine and the beer. A handful of the king’s children took seats around the pit. The king's once prolific proclivity for producing children had slowed considerably in recent years. A rumor had drifted around the palace that Hutbari had become particularly close with one of his young advisors favoring the young man's company over that of any of his wives. They often disappeared into locked chambers to discuss policy and foreign relations. These discussions must have been quite heated if the sounds the servants heard emanating from closed doors indicated anything. The king’s youngest daughter, Ninma, dipped her bread in the wine, so as to allow it to soak up the crimson liquid. No doubt the little princess was meant to be practicing her letters under the eye of a palace scholar but Hutbari was far too engrossed by the fresh bowl of wine in his hand and the scene before him to notice her.

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Repost from peach-cream-yukio

Anonymous asked: Hi could I please make a request for the 'Once he saw the painting ' marriage prompt, where mc parents sent a painting not really thinking the king of valley of thorns would actually want to marry their daughter much less a human. Like a royal decree from their kingdom required people to send pictures of all the eligible women letf to the valley of thorns King to avoid the Princess from getting married

Painting upon painting were brought into the throne room. Big, small, framed, rolled, every variety you could think of. The kingdom they came from wasn’t strange per say, but the situation was. It was decided long ago, before Malleus was even born, that when he came of age the Princess of the kingdom would marry him. He accepted it early on and expected it to be easy, quick, and for the better of the two kingdoms, he supposed. But he’d gotten word from their king that their daughter would not be wed, instead, every eligible women in the kingdom would have a painting of them made and delivered to him.

Malleus didn’t think much of it, Lilia said it didn’t go against any of the important specifics set between the kingdoms. Malleus would just choose someone, or a few at random and someone else would decide among those.

He sat on his throne, waving his hand and shuffling through paintings, magic surrounding each as they moved before him. He’d gone through what seemed like hundreds already and was beginning to feel drowsy, this task was drawing on. Then he came across a small painting. Maybe only the size of a book, much different front the portraits of family hanging in his castles halls. A girl, who looks nervous to be sitting in front of an artist, or perhaps self conscious and uncomfortable with her likeness being recorded on canvas, but she was beautiful. Dressed plainly but not drab, hair done in meticulous style. But it was her eyes. Though painted, they were stunning, almost as if there were magic within them.

Lilia noticed his hesitation and doesn’t even try to hide a smirk. “Something wrong?”

Malleus shakes his head before grabbing the painting and releasing the others from his magic, letting them clatter to the floor. He’s reluctant to hand it to Lilia.

“Her, she’s….I choose her.”

Lilia chuckled as he turned the portrait over and taking note of the name on the back. Lilia would soon go with Malleus to your kingdom to address the king and tell him of the girl Malleus had chosen. Guards of the royal family arrived at your modest abode to retrieve you, only giving your parents a letter written by the king stating the finality of the offering of your hand in marriage to the neighboring kingdoms prince.

You were pushed forward as the guards released you, left to stumble into the arms of the prince, your fiancé from this moment on. He helped you stand and you marveled at his beauty, porcelain skin, striking green eyes that seemed to search yours, unsure. You took in his raven hair and even darker horns that seemed iridescent in the sun.

He brought you to a full stand before fully standing himself.

“I apologize for the suddenness of this all. I wasn’t told how things would proceed after I’d chosen a bride.”

Right, that’s what this was about, the royal family willing to send any and every eligible maiden off to engagement to save the selfish wants of the princess. You look around for your parents, a friend, a familiar face before the mans arm encircled your waist and pulled you close. He leaned his head down as he took your hand, his nose almost brushing your ear.

“I’m sorry, but we must get going.” He sounded sincere, all you could do was nod as you gazed sadly into his eyes.

Your painting couldn’t do your eyes justice, they were truly magical, not any less beautiful even brimming with tears. As magic surrounded him, you, and Lilia in clouds of smoke, his eyes didn’t leave yours.

When the smoke cleared you were greeted by darkness. You looked around for some source of light but found nothing, though the Prince’s eyes seemed to glow. “It must be dark for you, here,” the arm around your waist leaves and candles that went went previously unnoticed in the dark begin to flicker alive with green flame. He watches your eyes as they scan the room, drawn to the warm flames of the candles that reflect bright green in your (e/c) eyes.

When you face him again you struggle to look him in the eye. They’re gentle yet piercing, and they make your face warm as he gently guides you to face him so he can look in your eyes. He smiles before his lips fall into a small pout.

“I never introduced myself. My apologies, my name is Malleus, Malleus Draconia, Prince of the Valley of Thorns. You know why you’re here, so, this has to happen, but I’d rather you be willing. May I ask for your name, as well as your hand?”

There was no reason for him to be so courteous. He could force you to marry him with no consequence, and yet he was asking.

He seemed kind, you supposed this wasn’t the worst thing that could happen.

“I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you, Malleus.”

He gave you a closed eyed smile. He like how his name sounded from you. He brought your hand to his lips and laid the faintest of kisses upon your knuckles.

“It’s nice to meet you, (y/n).”

#cream wonderland #sugar coated cream #cream afab #cream fem #I actually really enjoyed doing this one #I want to try taking prompts but I don’t have any rn #malleus x reader #cream writes

[lafflanes]

i decided to write down all the names on the name generator in Toontown Rewritten for convenience sake (since the TTR wiki doesnt seem to have it, and TTR has more names in the name generator than TTO did), and i thought itd be useful for other people as well!!

the list is under the cut, theres a looooot of names so i just grouped them by letter

please let me know if i left out or misspelled anything!

Title: Aunt Baron, Big Cap'n, Captain, Chef, Chief, Coach, Colonel, Cool, Count, Crazy Daring, Deputy, Dippy, Doctor, Dr., Duke Fancy, Fat Good ol', Grand ol', Granny, Grumpy Judge King Lady, Little, Loopy, Loud, Lucky Madame, Master, Miss, Mister, Mr., Mrs. Noisy Prince, Princess, Prof. Queen Sergeant, Sheriff, Silly, Sir, Skinny, Super Ugly Weird

First: Abigail, Albert, Alice, Alvin, Angel, April, Arnold, Astrid, Astro, Aurora B.D., Banjo, Barbara, Barney, Bart, Batty, Beany, Beatrix, Bebop, Becky, Bella, Bentley, Beppo, Bert, Billy, Bingo, Binky, Biscuit, Bizzy, Blinky, Bob, Bonbon, Bongo, Bonkers, Bonnie, Bonzo, Boo Boo, Boots, Bouncey, Bridget, Bruce, Bubbles, Bud, Buford, Bumpy, Bunky, Buster, Butch, Buzz C.J., C.W., Candy, Carol, Casper, Cecil, Chester, Chewy, Chip, Chipper, Chirpy, Chunky, Claire, Clancy, Clara, Clarence, Cliff, Clover, Clyde, Coconut, Comet, Cookie, Corky, Corny, Cranky, Crazy, Cricket, Crumbly, Cuckoo, Cuddles, Curly, Curt Daffodil, Daffy, Daphne, Darla, Dave, Davey, David, Dee Dee, Dinky, Dizzy, Domino, Dot, Dottie, Drippy, Droopy, Duchess, Dudley, Duke, Dusty, Dynamite Elmer, Ernie Fancy, Fangs, Felix, Finn, Fireball, Flapjack, Flappy, Fleabag, Flint, Flip, Flora, Fluffy, Freckles, Fritz, Frizzy, Funky, Furball Gale, Garfield, Gary, Giggles, Ginger, Graham, Grouchy, Gulliver, Gus, Gwen Hans, Harry, Harvey, Hazel, Hector, Holly, Hoppy, Huddles, Huey J.C., J.J., Jack, Jackie, Jacques, Jade, Jake, Jay, Jazzy, Jellyroll, Jenny, Jester, Jimmy, Johnny, Jonah, Joyce Kiki, Kippy, Kit, Knuckles Ladybug, Lancelot, Leo, Leonardo, Leroy, Lily, Lionel, Lloyd, Lollipop, Loony, Loopy, Louie, Lucky, Lucy, Lulu Mabel, Mac, Maggie, Marigold, Mary, Max, Maxie, Maxwell, Melody, Midge, Midnight, Mildew, Miles, Milton, Mitzi, Mo Mo, Moe, Molly, Monty, Murky Nathan, Ned, Nelly, Nutmeg, Nutty Octavia, Olaf, Olive, Olivia, Orville, Oscar, Oswald, Ozzie P.J., Pancake, Patsy, Patty, Peaches, Peanut, Pearl, Pebbles, Penelope, Penny, Pepper, Peppy, Petunia, Phil, Pickles, Pierre, Pinky, Pippy, Poe, Popcorn, Poppy, Presto, Punchy Rainbow, Raven, Reggie, Rhubarb, Ricky, Robin, Rocco, Rodney, Roger, Rollie, Romeo, Rory, Roscoe, Rose, Rosey, Rosie, Rover, Roxy, Ruby, Rusty Sadie, Sally, Salty, Sammie, Sandy, Sassy, Scooter, Skids, Skip, Skipper, Skippy, Slippy, Slumpy, Smirky, Smudge, Snappy, Sneezy, Sniffy, Snuffy, Soupy, Spiffy, Spike, Spotty, Spunky, Squeaky, Star, Stinky, Stripey, Stubby, Sunny, Sunshine, Susan, Sylvia Taffy, Tammy, Teddy, Tegan, Tex, Tom, Tricky, Trixie, Truffles, Tubby, Tutu, Twister Ursula Valentine, Velma, Veronica, Vicky, Violet, von Wacko, Wacky, Waldo, Wally, Wendy, Wesley, Whiskers, Whitney, Wilbur, William, Willow, Winnie Yappy, Yippie Z.Z., Zach, Zachary, Zany, Ziggy, Zilly, Zippety, Zippy, Zoinks, Zowie

Last (first part): Bagel, Banana, Barnacle, Bean, Beanie, Biggen, Bizzen, Blubber, Boingen, Bumber, Bumble, Bumpen Cheezy, Crinkle, Crumble, Crunchen, Crunchy, Cuddle Dandy, Dizzen, Dizzy, Doggen, Dyno Electro Feather, Fiddle, Fizzle, Flippen, Flipper, Flower, Fluffen, Frazzle, Frinkel, Fumble, Funny, Fuzzy Giggle, Glitter, Google, Grumble, Gumdrop Honey, Huckle, Hula Jabber, Jeeper, Jelly, Jiffy, Jiggle, Jingle, Jinx, Jumble Kooky Laffen, Lemon, Loopen Mac, Mc, Mega, Mizzen Nickel Octo Paddle, Pale, Pedal, Pepper, Petal, Pickle, Pillow, Pinker, Poodle, Poppen, Precious, Pumpkin, Purple Razzle, Rhino, Riddle, Robo, Rocken, Ruffle Slimey, Smarty, Snaggle, Sniffle, Snorkel, Sour, Spackle, Sparkle, Squiggle, Super, Swinkle Thunder, Tinker, Toppen, Tricky, Tweedle, Twiddle, Twinkle Wacky, Weasel, Whisker, Whistle, Wild, Witty, Wonder, Wrinkle Ziller, Zippen, Zooble

Last (second part): batch, bee, beep, berry, blabber, bocker, boing, boom, bop, bounce, bouncer, brains, bubble, bumble, bump, bumper, burger, butter chomp, corn, crash, crumbs, crump, crunch dazzle, doodle, dorf face, fidget, fink, fish, flap, flapper, flinger, flip, flipper, fluff, fuddy, fussen gabber, gadget, gloop, glop, glow, goober, goose, grin, grooven, grump hoffer, hopper jinks klunk, knees loop, loose marble, mash, masher, melon, mew, monkey, mooch, muddle, muffin, mush nerd, noodle, nose, nugget paws, phew, phooey, pocket, poof, pop, pounce, pow, pretzel quack roni scooter, screech, smirk, snooker, snoop, snout, socks, son, song, sparkles, speed, spinner, splat, sprinkles, sprocket, squeak, sticks, stink, swirl tail, teeth, thud, toes, ton, toon, tooth, twist whatsit, whip, whirl, wicket, wig, wiggle, wire, woof zaner, zap, zapper, zilla, zoom, zoop

#doing this made my brain turn to soup #also i find it so amusing that cookie is a name in the generator #anyone who follows my main can probably guess why lmao #strato says #toontown #toontown rewritten #save

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Shookspeare Royal Romance: Jean

Hello my little ducks, how are we all today? I’m so excited to share with you part 2 of #Shookspeareroyalromance and today it is Jean, our sweet little bean ^^ I hope you all enjoy it~

- JJ x

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Adieu Mon Homme, Jean D’Arc

Jean frowned down at Princess MC, regret swimming in his plum eye as she clasped his coat sleeve, “Please don’t get yourself hurt, Jean.” The princess’ voice was pleading to her prince whose frown softened into a gentle smile before he leant forward to kiss her soft hair, his large left hand resting on the small of her back,

“Princess, I will fight for your protection and honour. I can’t promise I won’t get hurt,” his words earnt a little scowl from his fiancée but, he continued, “I can promise that I’ll write you letters and always keep your smile in my thoughts.” 

“Adieu, mon homme.”

Prince Jean bowed deeply to MC and she curtsied back at him, the couple sharing one sweet, tender kiss when they rose before the prince mounted his horse and rode off. 

Months went by where the prince and princess were apart, yearning for each other. Jean felt only alone on the crowded battlefield without MC’s hand to hold, and the princess found her bed so much colder without her prince to hold her close. They did send each other letters at every given chance but, a letter was nothing when the heart wanted touch: Mere words could not satisfy the needy ache for affection - and Jean’s handwriting did leave something to be desired.

“Your highness,” a careful voice coaxed MC from her reverie, the hope in her eyes that longed for Jean snuffed out when she was met by the face of her dear friend, Mozart, “A letter for you, from the prince.” The haughty Austrian held out a sealed envelope towards MC who leapt to her feet and took the paper from him hastily, opening it as quickly as she could, “Does he speak of when he’ll be home?”

MC stared at the paper, reading Jean’s words over and over again - and he’d only written five - ‘I’ll be home tonight, Mistress.’ The princess’ eyes welled with gleaming tears of joy and she felt the fluttering of butterflies in her tummy, “He’ll be home tonight!” The princess squealed excitedly, falling back onto her mattress, clutching her beloved’s letter to her chest, “Oh, Jean!”  She was grinning widely when she stood up and rushed over to her dear musical friend, flinging her arms around him in glee which only made the man scowl and blush.

“I’ll have your ladies prepare you a bath so you may wash your hair before your fiance comes home, your highness.”

“Pfft,” MC only grinned wider at Mozart who now looked more confused than ever, “You know my name is MC, Wolfie! Don’t be so serious~”

The tall man nodded curtly before he excused himself, shaking his head but unable to rid himself of his gentle smile as he wandered off down the corridor, “I am glad that she’s happy again.” To be truthful, Mozart found comfort in the princess’ sudden lifted spirits, after all, she’d been miserable for months without Jean by her side. He could well imagine that the prince in question would have also been feeling a similar way without his fiancée.

The beautiful young princess rushed through the castle towards the baths where she quickly stripped off and sunk into the luxuriously hot, steaming water, the scent of peaches and orange blossom floating in the air. She reclined her head as she soaked in the warm waters of paradise, her jewel-like eyes closed in relaxation as a contented sigh escaped her lips, “Only one thing could make this better.”

“Oh, now?” A rich, deep bass tone bounced off of the carved marble walls, flooding MC’s heart with immeasurable warmth that was somehow hotter than the waters she bathed in. She was sure it had to be Jean - the tender melting of his tone despite it’s depth, the French accent which made her knees weak - it had to be him. The princess dared not open her eyes, in case it wasn’t true, instead electing to wait until he approached her and proved his presence, “And what could sweeten your reverie, mistress?”

“Perhaps my fiancé could sweeten this bliss,” she replied softly, a smirk stretching across her pink lips when she felt the hot water ripple across her unblemished skin and the presence of another body beside her, “It isn’t like him to bathe with me, though. He’d think it too vulgar to see so much of my nakedness, methinks.”

Jean craned his head forward, his lips reaching his lover’s earlobe and kissing the soft skin there fleetingly, “But distance makes the heart grow fonder, non?” The prince let his big hands, which were somehow both rough and tender simultaneously, rest on MC’s shoulders, squeezing them carefully before he cupped her cheeks, unable to keep his gaze from her blissful expression. His voice was ever quieter now, “A man is but a beast without his lady. And beasts have their,” he paused, his heart beating so hard against his chest he thought it slightly alarming, “desires.”

MC’s eyes flickered open and her heart fluttered with relief, she saw Jean there in front of her, his eyes tender when they found her own. And he was unimaginably handsome, so ethereal she thought that he may as well have been crafted by the gods. His dark hair clung to his forehead with sweat and without his eyepatch, MC could admire both of his twinkling amethyst eyes as a perfect pair. Even his scar, red and angry like hellfire was beautiful - because it was part of him, the man she had longed to see for months on end. “I’m glad that you’re home.”

“Moi aussi,” he murmured against her lips, kissing her sweetly as soon as the sound left his vocal cords, his lips and hands trembling against her. Jean’s hands wandered downward to grasp MC’s waist and he pulled her up out of the water to sit her upon his lap, a small smile dancing on his lips when the princess clung to his broad shoulders. The couple broke apart, their heavy breaths and racing hearts in sync with one another, “Tu m'as manqué.” 

“Mhm you only speak French when you’re feeling romantic, Jean,” Princess MC grinned at her fiance and linked her arms around the back of his neck to hold on to him tightly, “Do you want to take me to bed?”

“C’est paradis sur terre,” the prince exhaled longingly before he scooped his beloved up and led her towards their bedroom and lay her down in the bed they finally were able to share again.

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[itsanerdlife]

Cruel Boy 1/33

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Lies. Betrayal. Just a lot of violence. Mentions of Domestic abuse. Parental abuse. Murder Suicide. Death. Guilt. Hate. Deception. Lots and lots of anger.

A/N: This is a bit darker theme, but Howie isn’t dark. Anger problems and bad choices but he’s not a bad person.

First love. First heart break. Life time of hate. When the silver spoon feeding you love is taken away, you learn to lick it off the knives. Howie Stark broke you. Him and his brother ruined your life. Destroyed your dreams and crushed your soul. Your best friend is dead and your life is a mess. When you take a bartending job, it just happens to be owned by the Bastard Son’s MC. Just your fucking luck. Jokes, you haven’t had luck since Gwen died and Howie ripped out your barely beating heart. There is no way in hell you’re giving him a second chance. Hell will freeze over before you let him touch you again. Not a chance are you ever letting the Stark’s near you again. Hell might have just frozen over.

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Howie drops the shovel, as Peter tosses him a bandana. He wipes his hands working the grim off them, his brow worked together. Peter grabs both shovels and drops them into an oil well, Clint uncaps the bleach bottle and starts pouring. His nose crinkles as the harsh smell of bleach spreads through the garage.

“Where the fuck are the fucking prospects?” Howie bites out, putting his nose into the crease of his elbow.

“Castle needed them. Something about the apartment being claimed.” Clint coughs, still pouring bleach.

“Who the fuck wants to live there?” Peter waves his hand in front of his face, trying to clear the air.

“Don’t know but there’s Castle.” Clint nods. 

Capping the empty bottle and tossing it into the large trash a short distance away. Peter and Howie look over, Frank is climbing off his bike, having arrived at the clubhouse. They head for him, reeking of bleach and dirt.

“Don’t you look like beauty queens.” Frank chuckles. It’s deep, and the closest Frank came to actually laughing. 

He’s a big guy, at six foot, built like a wall from his years in the military. Still sporting the military cut for his black hair. There’s a five o’clock shadow on his jaw, that never turns up in a smile. Frank has a nasty case of murder face and was always ready to throw down.

“Fuck off.” Howie smirks, flipping up his middle finger. Pulling his hat off he slaps it against his thigh, trying to remove the dirt.

“Where the fuck you got the prospects? We don’t do bitch work.” Peter grumbles, pulling out a smoke. 

He tips the pack towards Howie, he takes one. Patting his pockets for his lighter as he puts his hat back on. Peter rolls his eyes, handing over his own lighter.

“Hired a new bartender for the bar.” Frank lights his own smoke. 

“Finally?” Clint snorts, already smoking.

“Yeah, she took the apartment too.” Frank nods. There’s a look on his face, Howie can’t place.

“What is it?” He lifts a brow.

“Not really sure I want to know how she got the cash.” Frank admits with a grumble.

“Cash?” Peter lifts his brow.

“Two months’ worth.” Frank nods. Pulling out a folded wad of cash from the inside pocket of his kutte.

“Who the fuck?” Howie’s head tips.

“I don’t know. Got the impression she’s running from something.” Frank shrugs.

“Why do you say that?” Clint asks, taking the cash from Frank.

“She tried to cover it up, but she’s got a black eye and what look like healing hand print on her neck.” Frank scratches the side of his neck.

“Shovels are clean.” Peter nods.

“Prospects are burying the next bitch.” Howie snorts.

“We need to be worried?” Peter wonders, flicking his finished smoke to the ground.

“Not sure yet. She’s got a dog though.” Frank nods.

“A dog?” Howie smirks.

“Not a dog, things scarier than some of the hounds I’ve seen in wars.” Frank snorts.

“What the fuck is she running from?” Clint asks, with wide eyes.

“Not sure. She’s a sweet girl. Tough as fucking steel, all colored hair, tattoos and coke bottle glasses.” Frank shakes his head.

“Sounds hot.” Howie chuckles.

His type of fun time girl. That’s all really they were, any girl. A little fun time, nothing more. A night, a weekend, nothing more. No there was already someone who scarred his heart, and he wasn’t looking to add more to it.

“Does she know about the bar?” Peter wonders.

“I told her it’s a rough crowd, clubs come in. She just nodded with this far off look in her eyes. I have to go back to give her keys. If you want to explain it to her.” Frank shrugs.

“Probably for best.” Peter looks over at him.

“Better us than dad.” Howie nods, tossing his smoke.

“Nat and Wanda should be there soon for opening.” Frank checks his watch. “Just need to grab an extra set of keys.” He heads for the clubhouse.

“Change quick.” Peter nods, as they follow behind. 

“Okay, mom.” Howie snorts.

“I swear she didn’t beat you enough as a kid.” Peter laughs, shaking his head.

“Probably cause I have always been her favorite.” Howie grins at his brother.

Peter’s a year older, yet they somehow looked more like twins. They were closer than most, partners in crime, thick as thieves. There was nothing that came between the two of them. Howie ripped his own heart out, just to bare the misery his own brother had to face.

It’s how Starks did things, never alone, always together. It was deeper than the leather, the ink, the brotherhood of the club, it ran deeper than their blood. They grieved together, bleed together, survived together. They were the definition of brothers and best friends. 

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When they open the door to the bar, they only get inside. Dark grey fur, white spot on her chin, chest and paws. Floppy ears, a scar on the side of her snoot. A teal colored collar stands out against her dark coloring. She sits down, watching them. A very pretty, very serious Pitbull makes it clear she’s here on business.

“Hey baby.” Frank scratches the back of her ear. Her eyes sink closed till Frank walks away. They snap open, watching him and Peter. When Peter steps forward she let’s out something like a warning growl. Peter steps back, as they exchange a look.

“Hey Frankie.” A new voice that must belong to the new girl.

“Hey Tough Girl. Want to let my guys in?” Frank chuckles.

“Oh shit.” She laughs. It’s a direct line to Howie’s chest. His throat closes up, he wasn’t sure he was breathing. “Baby girl, come get your lovin’s before work.” She calls. Baby gets up, tail wagging and trots off. But Howie isn’t moving, Peter makes it a few steps before he looks back.

“You coming?” Peter’s brow pulls together. Howie shakes his head, trying to come back from the memories pulling him under. 

“Yeah.” He adjust the hat on his head, a nervous tick. They follow the dog, and the voice that follows.

“Such a needy girl.” She laughs. Frank is standing behind the bar looking down.

“Told you, scary dog.” Frank smirks.

“No shit.” Peter snorts. 

“Wait.” The voice behind the bar orders.

Bright, long, vibrant purple, messy hair, held back with a bandana as a headband. Pink, clear, large glasses, vibrant mauve colored lipstick on her pretty mouth. A covered black eye and fading bruises on her neck. She’s wearing a white T-shirt that stops around her middle, in black swirly letters, it reads ‘Fuck Off’. 

“Cali girl?” Peter stares.

“Y/N.” Howie swallows. His past comes slamming into his chest at the look on her face.

“Fuck.” Her jaw clenches.

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[theroyalweisme]

Duties of a Prince - Chapter 11 - Leo x Liam x MC

A little AU of what would have happened at Leo’s fling before the social season to determine his bride kicks off.

Rating: For mature audiences… language and themes as the story continues.

(A RoE and TRR Crossover)

Summary:

Two brothers who couldn’t be more different if they tried. One out to be the life of the party. The other understanding both of they’re roles and determined to fulfill them all. But what happens when they fall for the same girl?

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The ground was misty as the cab pulled up to the main gates. She nodded easily at the driver, handing him fare money as she left the backseat.

She pulled the collar of her woolen coat up around her face, shielding herself from the harsh wind coming off of the water as she made her way through the stones to her destination

A lone figure was waiting for her before she could reach her destination. Her sigh was deep as she approached him.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Joshua?” Her words were biting as the young man flinched at them. Josh’s hands were stuck deep in his pockets, protecting him from the strong wind as he shrugged at her.

“I figured you could use someone watching over you,” he nodded towards the tall praying angel she was headed to. “You only come here after a crazy fight with your da, or when you’re takin’ off somewhere.”

“Yah, I came for some solitude. Just be with her. Not to talk, Joshua.” Her eyebrow arched at him, challenging him to say something.

“Well, which one is it? Did you fight with your da or are you leaving?” His eyes narrowed at her as her gaze dropped to her feet. His took the three steps that separated them and pull her chin so they were eye to eye. “Are you fucking stupid?”

“Fuck you, Joshua.” She bit out, pulling her chin out of his grasp. “You know nothing.”

“I know you’re running off with someone you don’t even fucking know. That’s fucking stupid, Sabrina.”

��Why? Because you’re not there to protect me?” She seethed, spinning away from him. “Not everyone is like you.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” His voice was sharp as he grabbed her upper arm, turning her to face him.

“Not everyone can stay in the same place, doing the same thing.” She sighed, pulling her arm back out of his grasp. “We’re not naïve 15-year olds anymore, Josh. It’s time you moved on.”

“Message received, Princess,” he bowed towards her before turning to head back out of the cemetery. “Say hi to your ma for me.”

“Every time,” She sighed sadly before finishing her walk up to her destination.

She knelt softly on the ground in front of the stone bearing the words she always hated reading.

Cliona Pierson

December 13, 1973 – June 15, 2005

Beloved Wife and Mother

Solas na bhflaitheas uirthi[1]

Her fingers traced the carved letters as tears prickled the back of her eyes.

“Oh, Momma,” she whispered softly to the stone. “Just tell me I’m making the right decision. It feels so impulsive and rash. And I know Daddy’s not going to be happy with the fact that I’m going. But I have to follow my heart right? Isn't that what you always taught me?”

She sat back for a few more minutes, letting the wind blow around her before finally rising to her feet.

“Goodbye, Momma. I promise I’ll come back soon,” she whispered, kissing her fingers before pressing them to the stone. “I love you.”

The steps she took out of the cemetery seemed lighter than the ones that carried her in.

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Killer whined in the large dog carrier as a pair of staff members moved to load her onto the plane.

“You’ll be ok, baby girl,” Sabrina whispered through the front of the carrier. “I promise.”

“Do all women act like this around animals?” Leo’s low chuckle broke through her murmuring to the nervous dog. Her ice blue eyes slowly slid towards him before he heard her whisper.

“When we get there you can gnaw on his leg ok?” The dog seemed to grin at her owner's comment, offering a soft lick to the fingers on the cage doors before she was finally taken away.

“Gnaw on my leg?” Leo’s face echoed his shock as Liam’s arm slid around Sabrina’s small waist.

“Sure,” she shrugged easily. “She’ll need a snack... and it’s not like there’s any meat on Liam’s scrawny legs...”

“Hey!” Liam exclaimed, pouting down at the woman under his arm. “My legs aren’t scrawny, are they?”

“They’re smaller than mine, Blue Eyes,” she grinned up at him, his brother almost doubled over in laughter.

“They are pretty scrawny, brother,” Leo snuck out between laughs. “Perhaps you should start with some squats in the morning...”

“Careful, she’s offering you up as a chew toy, Leo,” Liam growled towards his brother. “Crown Prince or not... I won’t stop her.”

“You’re just jealous of my deliciously muscular legs,” Leo grinned flexing his quad, the muscle forming through the material of his slacks. Sabrina nodding appreciatively at the sight causing the frown on Liam’s face to deepen.

“At least I’m taller…” he grumbled as he led the pretty woman under his arm towards the waiting jet.

“Don’t be jealous…” she whispered softly to him. “Keep in mind, it’s your arm I’m on… Not his… We’ll beef up those twigs.”

She winked at him, causing him to laugh softly as they settled in the comfortable seats. Leo flopped into a seat across from the couple, wrinkling his nose in disgust as their fingers entwined together.

“Are you two going to be like this the entire flight?” He groused.

“It is a long flight…” Liam mused, kissing her knuckles lightly. “I’m sure we can find something to keep us entertained…”

Her eyebrows raised at his choice of words.

“Well this flight just got a lot more enjoyable,” her index finger from her free hand lazily drew on his arm, her gaze never leaving his as both of their eyes darkened with lust.

“Great…” Leo groaned as the flight attendant approached them. “Can you bring me a rum, peaches? Spiced, Straight… 2 cubes of ice.”

She nodded easily before turning to the couple.

“Thank you, we’re fine,” Liam responded to her before turning back to the blond next to him.

Minutes after the rum appeared in his hand the plane headed down the runway and quickly into the sky. Leo glanced darkly at the couple across the table from him, snuggling together and quietly whispering their plans.

Yup, his mind grumbled at him, longest flight ever.

[1] The light of Heaven on her

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[oh-my-otome]

Really?

Giles EA spoilers:

In Giles’ main route, the princess is not only kidnapped twice, she caps it all off with asking to be taken hostage, in lieu of doing literally anything else. 

Stein committed an act of war (according to the game’s own canon. See: Louis’ route), both in front of their own king and directly to the monarch of another country!

Byron jokingly declares “war” on the princess herself in his own route, and outright declares war on Wysteria in Giles’ route! No one is going to say anything about it? Just let the princess hand herself over? Someone? Anyone? No?

Okay, then.

Byron, probably too sunned by her stupidity agrees to it, and not a single soldier is dispatched in defense of their country, no rescue missions are attempted, and no bureaucrat says a word. 

No one is reprimanded. Not Stein’s kidnapping prince, nor it’s war-inciting king, who just casually stood there while his own knights have another country’s ruling monarch, adviser, and military captain at sword-point. Writers, wth?

Meanwhile, in Wysteria, the king is still sick, and there’s no ruler on the throne.

What was the premise of this game again?

Yeah, I thought so.

Now, in Giles’ Ever After, she’s kidnapped again!?

Even if it was “by mistake,” come tf on!

And she’s still whining about trusting people because they seem nice? You mean like Nico, who seemed nice before, during and after he kidnapped you? Why are you mad at Giles again? 

And, of course, it’s no surprise that Giles, whose job (among many other things) it is, to personally vet people to ascertain their usefulness to the crown, is right when he doesn’t trust someone.

The gaping plot hole of absolutely no security is kind of annoying. Any other country would have fallen apart by now (Robert, speak. Up.) if all you have to do is slide up to its reigning monarchs with the same ease that you can walk right up to any random person at the market. 

And with the same level of security, too!

Why do the Christophes give a damn about who the captain is, to the point of disowning a member of their own family, if being a knight in Wysteria amounts to nothing? No wonder Albert always has an attitude whenever he sees Alyn.

I’d scoff too. You don’t see Byron taking Princess Peach lessons.

MC’s helplessness gets to me because I’ve actually survived an attempted kidnapping, as a child. Maybe it’s different for different people, or maybe it’s different if it happens to you when you’re an adult, but it seems like MC, and those around her, think little of it. Someone else always saves the day and nothing changes. 

Her first thought when she finds herself in a pit is literally “well, this sucks.” She remembers “being dragged out of the carriage, kicking and fighting,” but why wasn’t she armed? 

Where the hell was her security? Why was it so paltry? Why does she have to wait for someone to come rescue her? Why hasn’t she sought out better ways to protect herself?

It’s not like this hasn’t happened a million times before.

No knife? Pistol? She couldn’t even tuck a letter opener or something relatively sharp in her clothes somewhere?

After all, she’s already been held hostage three times before this.

When even a nun is more badass than you, you’ve got a problem.

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