#she doesn't think of hope as a daughter or anything but she IS endeared to her. does this make sense.

[cherubfae]

love letters || hazbin x reader

with Alastor, Lucifer, Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, Husk, & Vox!

You think you're being sooo sneaky leaving all these sweet love letters for your favorite guy. You're not. They 100% know but if they'll do anything about it is another question entirely.

tags: gn!reader! but implied male/masc reader for Angel ofc :3 mostly fluff!! mildly suggestive in Luci's & Vox's, slight angst for Angel, mention of alcohol consumption in Husk's! Alastor being his usual self lmao

Alastor

You must think you are quite the clever little thing, leaving such sweet notes around for anyone to find. Little letters you think he doesn't know come from you. His shadows haunt every crevice aware of all that goes on within the hotel's interior, and especially those that dwell within his radio tower. It is amusing watching you slither into his abode to leave yet another sweetly decorated note on his control panel while Alastor lurks within the darker corners of his tower. Scarlet eyes soaking you in like a lion hunting a gazelle.

Then, like smoke, you slip out the hatch and down the ladder towards the hotel as quickly as death. Trying to seem casual, whistling an off-key tune.

Curious, he grins. What a curious creature you are, hmm? He picks the letter up, his red claw caressing the crease of the seal. His name stares up at him, written in exquisite cursive and emboldened red ink he wished was blood.

With a single claw he slits open the top of the envelope with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel, withdrawing its contents that had piqued his interest. Immediately, his smirk widens. Positively Cheshire-like.

"My, my, darling. You are endearing, I hope you know that!" Alastor cooed with crackling static. He traced his finger along the penmanship.

He pictures you hunched over your desk fretting over such a delicate piece of stationery. Your words oozed admiration for the Radio Demon. How truly touching! The sentiment was most definitely mutual. Next time, he'll be sure to catch you in the act, little lamb.

Lucifer

The King of Hell was quick to move in upon Charlie's insistence. Eager to make up for lost time with his daughter, he takes on all sorts of tasks and attends every event she has planned. Every team-building exercise, there was Lucifer at the forefront; lest his rubber duck depression returned.

Initially, he's quite confused by the sight of a white and gold foiled envelope placed neatly on the center of his pillow when he returns to his quarters to rest. He's never seen his name written with such care. The scent of love and genuine fondness exudes from the small parcel and tempts his senses. It catches him off guard, a puff of hot air escaping his lips, blinking owlishly.

He's lightheaded as he reads the letter with one hand braced against the wall beside him. An apple-red blush coats his cheeks and creeps down his neck. The scent of you clouds his mind and corrupts his thoughts. He's starting to feel dizzy yet oh-so-happy!

You... You wrote this didn't you, sweetling? Red eyes wash over the page. He closes his eyes and presses the letter to his lips as he leans his back into the wall. It's surely from you, but why didn't you just come and talk to him instead of being all mysterious and cryptic? Has he not made his affections for you clear enough? Perhaps you were shy and felt more confident in staying anonymous.

Lucifer couldn't promise you or himself that he wouldn't go and find you immediately after he calmed down enough to be well-composed in a public space. He was practically vibrating with excitement.

Shaking out his hands and jumping in place, Lucifer straightens his tie. If all goes to plan, he'll have you snuggled in his warm embrace as he flies over Pentagram City before sundown.

Of course, he will make sure all six of his massive wings are preened and looking their best first. Hey, he is the King of Hell after all! He's gonna show off for you a little.

"Alright, darlin', I hope you're ready for a night on the town." Lucifer sucked in a sharp breath and exited his room swiftly making his way to you.

Sir Pentious

Sweet man is so flabbergasted! Surely this is a prank, yes? No? Oh my, then that must mean--! His pupils dilate and water, a big cheesy grin sneaks across his cheeks. His tail swishes behind him lightly and it's hard to fight the blush off his cheeks. It takes everything in him to collect his breath as he clutches the letter to his chest.

"What'cha got there, boss?" Points out one of his Egg Bois. Sir Pentious all but squeaks and shoves the paper unceremoniously into his breast pocket.

Pentious rasps, "No-nothing that needs to concern you!"

"Oh, okay!" Chirps his Egg Boi, waddling off.

Sir Pentious sighs, slitted eyes wander over to where you sit at the bar engaged in deep conversation with Angel and Husk. There's a weird tug in his chest he's never felt before. A longing. You catch his eye and give a gentle smile and offer him a tiny wave which he returns eagerly. He sighs dreamily, coiling in on his tails. I hope I may catch you at a more opportune time, my heart.

Angel Dust

Whenever he's had a particularly rough night at Valentino's, Angel retrieves a pastel blue shoe box from deep within his closest, almost completely filled to the brim with letters, gifts, and keepsakes you'd given him. Even the silly little half-assed doodle you made of him as a spider. He saved it all.

You're so cute, thinking that you're all anonymous when you are absolutely not, leaving him the cutest fuckin' letters that make him want to explode. It's nice. Having someone want you and not for sex. The pure heart of gold of yours was gonna be the double-death of him.

Angel hasn't quite worked up the nerve to ask you out yet. It's something he ponders every day, especially when reading your newest letter. He feels too stuck, too... Fucked up. That's not something he'd wanna put on you. You've never treated him like anything but a person. You saw the real him.

Instead, he lives for your letters. Wishing things could be different, that he could find the power to cut the contract with Valentino, and truly become yours when he's no longer that fucker's pet.

His eyes well with tears as he cradles your latest letter, praising him for how well he'd done at Charlie's little team-building experiment. He pretends it's you that he's holding. His fingers combing through your hair, smiling to himself when you lazily lean up his body to kiss him ever-so-softly. A true kiss made of real love, not lust. You snuggle into his chest fluff with your arms around his waist.

"Baby, I," with a blink, Angel is back to reality. The weight on his chest had only been a snoozing Fat Nuggets. Angel sighs, stroking his little buddy's ears. "Maybe one day, I can be strong enough for both of us, baby." He says out loud, hoping your heart will find his words.

Husk

He's quick to snatch the new letter up before anyone else sees, sending his half-drunk whiskey all across the countertop with a clang. Husk cussed under his breath, stashing your thankfully dry letter beneath the bar for safe-keeping until he could read it later.

"Why'dja gotta leave it out in the open?" Husk grumbles without malice. The playful sway of his raised feathery tail and soft hum as he wipes up his spilled drink was always a good sign of his rare, pleasant mood.

You're growing more and more bold with each letter. Leaving them places where someone other than Husk could accidentally misinterpret them: Charlie.

The last thing he needed was the well-meaning Princess of Hell to overextend herself and start playing matchmaker. Husker was doing just aces on his own. His love life was his and his alone to fuss about. He finished cleaning up the bar for the night, keeping the booze secure in its display case until the following day.

Husk peruses the letter freely in the privacy of his bedroom, one arm folded beneath his head. His golden eyes flicked from word to word. His pupils expand as he exhales an airy chuckle, lingering on the word handsome. The sound of his own trill rumbling in his throat startles him enough to drop the letter and slam his elbow into his nightstand.

Hissing, Husk pressed his palms against his shut eyelids. "Fuck, baby, ya really got this ol' cat comin' undone, huh? Sneaky little minx." He lied back down with a huff. "If only ya knew." His eyes slip shut. Tomorrow. Husk would finally approach you tomorrow.

Vox

"I see you still don't wanna text these, huh, baby?" Vox scoops up the letter taking residence on his seat, hastily clawing it open. He plops down on his chair, leaning back. "Too shy to be so vulnerable for me?" Vox's sharp-toothed grin spreads wide across his display screen, red dripping from the corner of his mouth as he hungrily drinks in your words.

"You are too fuckin' cute, aren't'cha, darlin'?" Vox chuckles, smashing his fist against his console with triumph. A bolt of electricity spirals around the system, causing him to yelp as it spans across the entire city. He created another blackout. "FUCK."

Vox is at your doorstep in a matter of minutes despite the darkness of Pentagram City. The forever-flushed red sky is light enough to find your apartment building. He's dressed in a new suit and feigned ignorance when you opened your door, holding a new letter. Surprised to see him there. Hah, caught with your hand in the fuckin' cookie jar, babe.

Allowing him into your home, Vox easily towers over you with a big grin. You looked fuckin' adorable, staring up at him so meekly.

"You didn't need to hide your feelings from me, sweetheart." He gently tilts your chin upwards. A single cyan claw grazes the line of your jaw, sliding to cup your cheek with his full palm.

"Vox, I," you stammer. Your sentence goes no further than those two small words. Vox traces your lower lip with the tip of his sharp thumb, smiling as your eyes flutter shut. He waits to see if you continue to speak and when you don't, he nods and tugs you to him by your hips. You gasp against him and he smiles, a bit softer now.

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"I know, baby. I've gotcha," Vox's mouth presses tight to yours, lifting you up further into his arms for better access. Electricity soon ignites the house and city, Velvette must've gotten things running again.

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[nwjws]

who the hell is ni-ki ?! - FIFTEEN

; SYNOPSIS - school sucks. especially when everyone’s avoiding you like the plague - all because you’re the principal’s daughter. so it comes as a surprise when a strip of paper falls out of your locker one day, with a corny pick up line written on it. now you only have one question on your mind: who the hell is nishimura riki?

FIFTEEN ...let me hold them for you 🫶 (2.1k words + smau)

"one more! one more!" danielle cheered as you aimed another dart at a balloon pinned on the board.

you held your breath as you watched the dart fly through the air, spinning as it zoomed closer and closer to what would hopefully be your fifth balloon popped this round.

the game, named 'pop the balloon', was what you were currently playing at the gyeoul carnival. the idea was that if you had five darts, and you had to hit a balloon with each one. unless you missed, you would then be rewarded with a prize of your choice - like a box of chocolates or small plushies.

minji, hanni, and danielle burst into cheers and jumped as they hugged you when your final dart popped the last balloon. you had won the game, and now you could choose a prize.

"take that box of chocolate," minji pointed at one of the options. "i really want the fererro rocher."

"am i choosing, or are you?" you arched an eyebrow at her.

"i'm just giving advice," she shrugged.

"that doesn't sound like good advice," hanni nudged her. "choose what you want, y/n."

"okay," and you reached for a plush duck hanging at the stall, much to minji's disappointment.

"you can play and get that box yourself," you laughed at her exaggerated pout.

"i'll never hit five balloons - did you see how far apart they are?"

"that sounds like a you problem," danielle says, taking the toy from your hands and playing with it.

"it's so cute," you say.

"talking about me, i hope?"

you four turn to the voice, finding riki grinning at you. you'd recognise his deep voice anywhere.

"you are the furthest thing from cute," danielle rolls her eyes.

"y/n seems to think otherwise!" hanni teases, causing you to glare at her.

"hi riki! have you played any of the games yet?"

"nope," he said, popping the 'p'. "jungwon let me go from volunteer work just now - not that i even volunteered in the first place." you noticed the cute scrunch of his nose as he talked, and found it endearing.

"perks of being friends with the student president!" you chuckle.

"you're right, i got to be incredibly rude to the customers, and had every right to be. you should've heard him sighing every other minute, but he couldn't say anything."

"you're so mean," minji says.

"i'm still not listening to you," he turns away from her.

"aw, let me go cry about it in a corner real quick," she mocks him.

"i'd prefer if you took your time, actually."

"okay, let's go play tug-of-war!" you interject before they could get into another row.

"that requires five people on one team, though," hanni tells you.

"he can join then," you suggest, pointing your thumb back at riki. "are you okay with that?"

"better than working at the limbo stand with sunghoon," he shrugs.

the five of you play five rounds of tug-of-war, going against different teams each time. you have to admit, without riki, you and your friends would have never won a single round. his help had let you guys win every one.

"my hands are so tired and sore," minji complained, showing you her hands. they had red marks from the rope, similar to you and the others.

danielle and hanni joined you two in comparing your palms, holding them out in the middle of your little circle. riki came and held out his own palms too.

"woah, riki's hands are way more red," hanni gawked.

"to be fair, he did carry our team," you say. "you really put your all into it, huh?"

"it's all or nothing," he smiled.

he looked down at your hands and took one by the wrist. you watched curiously as he pressed your palms together, holding your hands up in the air.

"my hands are way bigger than yours," he remarks.

"maybe that's why your grip on the rope was better," you wonder, skin tingling where it met his. "my fingers look tiny next to yours."

"they do!" he laughs, eyes wide at the large difference in sizes.

then he shifted his hand so your fingers were no longer aligned, and grinned cheekily as he intertwined your hands. your hands fit perfectly, as if the gaps between your fingers were meant for his.

your eyes widen in surprise and you have to look away to hide the heat rushing to your face, only to be faced with your friends' smirks.

"getting bold, nishimura," hanni comments.

he just laughs as he swings your hands between you two, holding onto them.

hanni and minji decided to go and get face paint, while danielle went to go get some food, since she'd begun to get hungry after all those games. you and riki went and played more of the activities, making up for the time he'd missed serving at the limbo stand jungwon forced him to work at.

you walked over to the three-legged race game, getting in line as riki went to the toilet.

“make sure you have a partner!” a student you recognised as leehan stationed at the activity was shouting to everyone in line. “otherwise we’ll pair you up with someone random!”

you noticed a few nervous glances sent your way, worried that they’d be paired with you, seeing you were alone. you sighed in familiar disappointment.

“hello,” the student at the desk greeted you when you were up front. it was eunchae. “where’s your partner?” she asked, not needing to ask for your name.

“oh, he’s not here yet.”

“if he doesn’t come soon, we’ll have to pair you up with someone else,” she frowned. you could hear the line behind you going quiet, holding their breaths.

“is there anyone else who’s alone?” eunchae yelled, leaning to look at the others behind you.

you looked to see everyone turn away, avoiding eye contact. they didn’t want to be paired with the principal’s daughter. you weren’t planning on playing with anyone other than riki in the first place, but your heart still sank when people didn’t even try to hide their dislike for you.

“i’m sorry, y/n. if no one goes with you, you can’t play.”

“i’m going with her.”

you released a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding when you heard riki’s voice.

“nishimura riki?” eunchae said in surprise, but started writing his name next to yours nonetheless.

leehan handed you two a fabric cloth, which you had to use to tie two of your legs together.

you guys hopped around, testing out your new third leg. however, you stepped a little too far at one point, and your leg binded to riki’s had you falling over.

“woah!” he exclaimed and grabbed for your upper arm. “careful.”

“thanks,” you tell him. he had saved you from planting straight into the ground.

“better hold on,” he says, wrapping your arm around his own. you guys limp your way to the starting line, and wait for the race to start.

when leehan yelled ‘go!’, you and riki started running, or more like staggering forward.

“okay, we need to do have a strategy,” you giggle. “tied leg first, then ours.”

you both chanted that to yourselves, laughing and trying not to trip over. soon you got used to it, and your speed picked up, slowly overtaking the other pairs running.

as you guys went, you felt too aware of riki’s arm wrapped around your waist. he hugged you close as you both (attempted) to run, while you held onto his shoulder for support. you kept your head down, watching your steps, trying to hide the furious blush that was no doubt on your face.

riki’s laugh echoed through your ears as you two made your way to the finish line, the last pair to finish the race.

“we’re terrible,” he shook with laughter.

“it was because of you,” you teased, poking his stomach.

“nuh-uh! you were definitely too slow.” he poked you back, and realised you were ticklish when you involuntarily jerked and started giggling.

he started chasing you as you ran way to try and avoid his tickles, cackling behind you as you sprinted for your life.

“hey!” you yelled when he caught your wrist, and you tripped onto the ground, causing him to topple over with you.

you giggled uncontrollably as he poked your sides; you didn’t even realise you were this ticklish. your own laughter died down as he slowly came to a stop, finally letting you breathe in some air.

the air was knocked out of you again though, when you realised how close your faces were.

his eyes sparkled as you saw your reflection in them, so close you could count his eyelashes. the moles on his face really were pretty, and his soft lips gaping open at you squeezed your heart.

“sorry,” he says climbing off of you, and you sit up on the grass of the field.

looking around, you see some people giving you curious looks, some very obviously trying not to stare.

“um,” is your intelligent response. “thanks, by the way. for earlier.”

“for what?” he tilted his head, confused.

“when you kept me from falling. i should also thank you for saving me embarrassment when you came at the right moment.”

“no worries, i should’ve came earlier. those people were treating you like a you were an alien.”

“ugh, i know,” you groan, lying back onto the ground. “they were scared of being paired up with the principal’s daughter, or something. they always are.”

“scared of you?”

“yeah,” you huff. “ever since i came, people never tried talking to me after finding out my dad was the new principal.”

“really? your dad isn’t even that scary.”

“you were literally scared he didn’t approve of you being my friend,” you remind him.

“right, well,” he chuckles awkwardly. “but he’s pretty nice, actually. i just thought he would go all protective over you.”

“maybe that’s why no one talks to me. was it like this with the last principal’s kid?”

“no, she didn’t have any kids at school. they were all at college.”

“oh.”

“you look exhausted.”

“i am.”

“tell me about it.”

and then you did. you told him about how tired you were of being seen only as ‘the principal’s daughter’, like some kind of character. how everyone’s too intimidated by you to even look your way, and how that’s stopped you from being able to make friends.

everyone had isolated you, making you out to be something to gawk at, and not touch. you wished people thought of you as more than your father’s daughter - as an actual person.

and riki listened. he listened attentively, like he promised. he nodded and stared at you unblinkingly, as if he was afraid that if he closed his eyes for just a moment, you’d disappear.

you had told all this to your friends before - it’s come up in several conversations. but when it was riki you were talking to, you felt free. you felt like he understood you on a deeper level than your friends. maybe he did.

“you get me, don’t you?”

his eyes widened when you directed your question at him.

“well- yeah… i guess. but i want to talk about you, or more like hear your voice.”

“thank you, riki. i’ve never felt more heard than now.”

you could tell he felt the same.

after getting to know him, you realised that everyone often saw him as a character too. he was regarded as the one that broke the rules, and did whatever he liked. no one really cared or wondered if he himself was okay, all they saw was another exhibit to point at.

you wondered if everyone was like this - if everyone you saw was really more of a character than who they really were. was there anyone out there who was actually seen for who they were? or do we all stereotype everyone into a character before we even really know them?

right then, you decided you wanted to break out of the mould the school had created for you. and after befriending riki, you knew exactly how.

“i have an idea.”

“uh oh,” he responded, but a smile tugged at his lips. “you’re planning something.”

“i am. i think i don’t want to be this ‘innocent’ and ‘clean’ person anymore. are you in with me?”

“what if i’m not? what if i want to be the ‘innocent’ and ‘clean’ person this time?”

“then i won’t involve you.”

you smiled at him, and he smiled back at you.

— FOURTEEN ; MASTERLIST ; SIXTEEN

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[eviebane]

Maggie is a Nephilim (hear me out)

Yes, I know. We've seen theories that Maggie is a demon, that she's an angel. But on my nth rewatch last night, I thought, what if she's a Nephilim?

I have never seen this theory until this morning this pops up on my dash so give this a read too This is also a great post on who/what is Maggie

What is a Nephilim?

The Nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters of man and they bore children to them. These were the mighty men who were of old, the men of renown [Genesis 6:4 English Standard Version]

The Hebrew word Nephilim is sometimes translated as "giants" and sometimes taken to mean "the fallen ones". Some view them as offspring of fallen angels and humans. Another view that aligns with the fallen angel interpretation includes Nephilim being the offspring of demon possessed men and godly women. [Source]

I'm presenting the possibility that Maggie is half angel and half demon.

Maggie doesn't drink just like angels (except Azi) don't drink alcohol. I'm not sure she drinks/eats anything on screen?

"No judgement" is also an interesting response. We know angels judge a lot for consuming human things. Did she grow up around this judgement?

We know she sleeps at least, but so do demons.

2. Maggie struggles with spelling just like most demons.

The only characters with spelling issues are demons and Maggie. The writers are too good for this to not mean something. It is the first thing we learn about her character!

3. Maggie doesn't "know how to conduct a courtship". Her language in general is... strange.

She seems to have similar concepts of love to Aziraphale from books - she was hoping to get locked in with Nina so they could talk about her feelings, like literally locked in a room together trope and she loved the awning scene and the dance.

4. Aziraphale assumes she can feel the angels arriving.

I don't think Azi is aware there's anything different about Maggie, but just like Shax's comment about her being a nobody, the ethereal and occult alike seem to sense something different about Maggie.

5. The Record Shop

Love of records - literally the only other characters who have expressed interest in records are angels (Azi, Gabriel) or demons (Beelzebub, Crowley-ish). The humans (Nina) question why she bothers with them.

I can't help but wonder, if something is different about Maggie, does she know that Aziraphale is an angel? Did she seek out that particular corner that used to be his bookshop (a former outpost of Heaven!) for her record shop? To keep safe because she thinks Heaven or Azi may protect her if needed, or perhaps to keep an eye on Heaven because they don't know about her existence or could pose a threat to her. Ultimately we don't know how Heaven or Hell feels about Nephilim (though Adam could have been a Nephilim, if his mother was human).

6. Maggie is very calm during the Whickber Street Association Dance (I mean- Formal Business Meeting) and the attack on the bookshop.

The humans (mostly Nina) repeatedly question what is going on and are in fear of their lives.

She literally looks Shax in the eye and is unbothered! The show made it VERY clear to us that Maggie isn't fazed by demons.

What possible reason would they have to put this in the show? I don't think the 'allowing them entry' accident is motive enough alone to have this in the show. The writers are phenomenal, they would have found alternative ways to get the demons in that bookshop if they wanted Maggie to be as scared as the humans were.

Honey what have you been scared of your whole life??

We've seen nothing big in her backstory that might explain why she's spent her life being scared of things. But what if she's spent her life hiding - from Heaven, Hell?

7. Nina calls Maggie 'angel'.

This could be to highlight a parallel between Nina/Maggie and Crowley/Aziraphale, but I still think this particular choice of endearment was interesting.

8. Azi's miracles do not work on her.

Nephilim are typically more powerful than their angel parent, so it's possible that it didn't work on Maggie because she is more powerful than Azi, a principality.

Which means she is 100% acting normally during the whole dance scene, not under any influence from Azi unlike the humans.

9. Maggie's clothing seems to lean more toward what angels wear - white - but then she's got a lot of colour.

Perhaps this is to show her goodness like the angels, but also her humanity. (like Adam being 'human incarnate'?)

Her necklace is a toucan, which has different culture symbolisms. The most interesting for this comparison being; wisdom, communication, a messenger from the gods, divinity, grace, and higher knowledge. It is a very interesting animal to associate to Maggie's character.

Birds (though doesn't appear to be a toucan) are also on her clothing.

Also, her yellow cardigan reminds me of the Ladies of Camelot?

I feel like Maggie has the most diverse wardrobe out of any of the characters. We see her in pretty much every colour of the rainbow whereas other characters stick to similar colour palettes.

10. What if Maggie has owned the record shop since the 1920s - that her 'great grandmother' owned it in the 1920s the same way Aziraphale's 'grandfather' owned the bookshop?

The same way her 'great grandmother's' ring could have maybe been hers in another life, to a human that died.

If Maggie has also been alive longer than she seems, it would explain why she was 'not that sort of teenager'. Perhaps she was raised in Heaven, Hell, or in secrecy. Perhaps she came into the world in an adult form.

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That's my Nephilim theory. But here's an extra, special crazy addition:

Maggie is the offspring of Crowley & Aziraphale.

It's a very popular idea that someone (Metatron, God, who knows) has been messing with timelines. If Maggie is a demon and angel hybrid, what couple would that lead us to suspect as the parents?

Maybe only one of them is the parent. Crowley is a fallen angel, it could fit with the idea that Nephilim are the offspring of a fallen angel and human. Aziraphale, too, in many ways, could also be considered 'fallen'.

What's one, sure-fire thing to make Crowley & Aziraphale believe their love is safe, true, right, okay to be felt?

A product of their love.

If someone has been messing with timelines, Maggie could have been born in the future, and either as a result of someone messing with time, or through her own powers, have travelled back in time to be there when her parents needed her most, to prevent the Second Coming.

We know how powerful Aziraphale and Crowley are when they work together. Can you imagine the enormous power an offspring of theirs could have? It would be monumental in the fight against Heaven and Hell.

We also know they have the power to hide an archangel. Could their future-selves have hidden Maggie, and now even their past (present day) selves can't see her true self?

It's Maggie who insists to Nina that they should talk to Crowley & Aziraphale about their feelings, Nina says it won't help, Maggie says we should try anyway. Maybe she thought it was the only way to get Aziraphale to stay, if he knew how Crowley felt about him, and that it could somehow thwart the Second Coming that she's seen in the future and is now trying to avoid.

Maggie is associated with toucans- messengers of God, wisdom, higher knowledge. Her blue cardigan has birds. (No nightingales). Her yellow cardigan has what looks like the Ladies of Camelot, the night that Azi performed the magic show and Crowley nearly shot him. What if the ring on her necklace is a future wedding ring belonging to Azi or Crowley - who died in the Second Coming in her timeline? She has Azi's love of records and Crowley's sense of humour.

For the Ineffable Husbands, a product of their love would be huge in overcoming the barriers that they - and Heaven, Hell - have put between them. It would show Crowley that he isn't truly evil at heart, that he is a good person. It would show Aziraphale that God accepts their love, or at least won't prevent it. That their feelings are okay, safe. They can be an us. That they truly do work best as a team.

We've speculated that either Crowley or Aziraphale will (temporarily) die in Season 3. What if it's Maggie?

Just to end by saying I don't think this will be true for season 3, but I enjoyed putting this together.

#ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens #aziracrow #goodomens #ineffable divorce #good omens 2 #gomens #gomens 2 #good omens season 3 #good omens s3 #good omens headcanons #maggie #good omens maggie #maggie good omens #neil gaiman #michael sheen #david tennant #maggie service #long post #i'm so far down the rabbit hole I've hit the earth's crust

[perfectlyfinespacebacon]

everything now netflix

some spoilers!! and apologies for the long post.

i honestly really enjoyed it! it was almost like a skins/euphoria but imbued with like a heartstopper/sex education vibe in the sense that it dealt with serious teenage issues/mental health but light enough that it doesn't weigh down on you. my character thoughts:

mia was so infuriating almost at all times. obviously under the circumstances, it makes sense but there's this level of likeability that was missing for me. maybe it was the writing or the acting who knows but in my mind it's like this: im making an albeit an unfair comparison to effy from skins or even rue from euphoria, but they were battling their demons and making all the wrong choices but there was still this level of “i want to root for them” that's missing with mia personally.

in a similar vein with alison, she is meant to be this popular rich mean girl archetype who surprises you but obviously in the first half of the season she's supposed to be kind of unlikeable but i found her very endearing. as for the relationship, alison and mia DO NOT belong together. like at all. i am not rooting for them. alison in a way forced a relationship with mia and then also mia was like too scared to say anything about it. its clear that alison liked mia waaaaay more than mia liked alison. like carli says in the last ep as well, “to learn to not be a fantasy to each other”, alison needs to take mia off this pedastal she has for her. i'm very interested to learn more about her character outside of mia though if they hopefully continue the show. i have a feeling that we are supposed to think that she and cameron hooked up at the end or something but i'm rlly hoping its a red herring.

carli is also a character i would love to learn more about. she definitely has more chemistry with mia and i love her for standing her ground against mia, as she needs to help herself before she can be in a healthy relationship. but i will say it was pretty shitty stringing cameron along.

speaking of cameron, i didn't quite expect to like his character as much as i did. in a way his arc in the season is battling toxic masculinity as he kinda seems to come off as this laid back, bro kinda guy but he cares and loves so deeply. it wasn't right calling bec a "sket". i'm not british but obviously its like equivalent to slut, and im very glad he owned up to it. i'm also really interested to know more about his family and stuff.

i love bec as well. she deserves all the happiness in the world. im glad she was able to air out her things with mia, albeit in a very treacherous way and i also love how her mom was supportive of the abortion. i'm honestly kinda tired seeing the mom kicking out the daughter for getting pregnant trope so it was nice to see a mom just being supportive. bec is just such a wonderful friend and mia honestly has a lot to make up for. re not telling mia about her and cam, it was honestly frustrating seeing mia be so petty. i understand that its a big secret and she felt like everyone was hiding things from her but its also right to have secrets amongst friends, idk that really stuck out to me.

will for me had the weakest arc as in it wasn't the most interesting to me. don't get me wrong, i love the character but it just wasnt giving a whole lot to me. i recognize him as more than the comic relief but also at the same time he was stirring the pot in a lot of the arguments / blowups the group had, consciously and unconsciously. though i will say will x theo <3 but comedic duo of the century is will x alison. the little song they did for mia's birthday is stuck in my head.

tldr; great characters and great show. it's really hard to find a show about teens as a 25yo living in a 16yo body that i enjoy and don't find annoying. i just love how each character was able to be so nuanced despite being an ensemble cast.

but knowing netflix's track record it's gonna get cancelled because a) it's good b) has wlw content... but i really hope not.

#everything now #everything now netflix #mia polanco #becca #cameron #will #alison #carli #sophie wilde #niamh mccormack #jessie mae alonzo #harry cadby #lauryn ajufo #noah thomas

[ddejavvu]

ok so now im stuck on the whole stepdad!james maybe dark ask i jsut send in, but obviously this james is the tried and true, big beefy rugby lad, gentle giant, that type.

but you just know that the lads take the PISS outta him, like he doesn’t introduce ur mom as “the missus”, or anything endearing, but once the boys find out that ur sorta kinda his step daughter?? ohh the porn jokes come flooding in.

want her to call u daddy james? oh stepdad im stuck over the couch again!!

and james can’t help but flush red cus he doesn’t really like ur mom like that, but he wants to be around you cus ur pretty and nice (not to mention ur a lot closer in age), and then. oh then. u get an almost-boyfriend.

a guy who sorta tries asking you on a date so u sorta try and go, but james is a fuckin baby about it once he finds out. all petulant and flushed cheeks bc he CANT say anything to u bc he’s not an official authority figure in ur life, or a potential romantic interest cus he hasn’t said so, so he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place so he tries to put issues in place like forgetting to dry ur date dress, or making ur favourite meal bc oh bug im so sorry i totally forgot ur going out tonight!! :((

i just want beefy james potter and his big fat fucking tits at this point that’s so cringe but MY GOD 🙏🙏

this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni.

THIS IS SO SPECIAL TO ME :')) james is already a certified lover boy but when he can't express that whenever he wants to?? totally whipped!! he's constantly calling you honey or love or sweetheart and when his friends realize that he doesn't call your mom any of that shit they lay into him so hard </33 sirius sends him porn links that he passes on his way to whatever he's looking for that are labeled stepdad or stepdaughter something along those lines, along with teasing remarks like 'this kinda looks like your kitchen. been up to anything fun with y/n?' or 'if you're looking for any ideas ;)'

when.. when you tell him you're going out. oh my god. he doesn't know what to say!! he can't stop you, and if he tattles on you to your mom she won't stop you, because what reason would she have? so he just nods all stiff and tells you he's happy for you. he bolts from the room as soon as he can, and you think it's kinda weird/mean but he seems fine later so you brush it off!! but the reason that he's fine is that he's just schemed with sirius and remus to get you to stay home for the date and he's confident now that you won't go </3

you're so right he does bait you with your favorite meal.. he calls you downstairs to ask you to taste the sauce for him and you come down in a full face of makeup!! he tells you that you look so pretty, but asks what it's for. you're like james.. my date?? and he goes ohhh, honey i forgot! i made your favorite :( i thought we could have a movie night!! your mom's at work :') and you feel sosososo bad bc he seems so hopeful about it and you don't want him to think that you don't like him!! but you're still planning on this date, so you tell him you'll eat light and come home early.

not good enough for him!! he just smiles and nods and tells you your dress is fresh out of the dryer, but ohhh it shrunk :( it's too tight now!! he's so sorry for ruining it, he must have put it on the wrong setting :( he'll take you to the mall tomorrow to replace it!! and you're pretty discouraged now, your outfit is ruined, you feel guilty for leaving, so you just raincheck the guy :( you feel super bad, especially because he thinks you're just getting cold feet, and snaps at you that he wouldn't have enjoyed your company anyways. this means you're sad and feeling guilty, and james gets to croon over how mean he was and how sweet you are for still feeling bad and he wraps you up in his big strong arms beside the stove and lets you bury your face in his big broad chest and he coddles you for as long as you’ll let him :’) he shovels your comfort meal into your mouth and puts on your favorite movie and snuggles up under blankets with you and at the end of the night you end up snoozing on his shoulder while the credits roll :’) he carries you up to your bed and tucks you all snug under your covers and he can’t stop himself from kissing your forehead :’)) your face is warm and flushed and he yearns to kiss your lips but he tears himself away and leaves you there with a promise to himself that he’ll treat you better than anyone else because it’s what you deserve :’)

#dark mei #stepdad!james #James potter #James potter x reader #James potter fanfiction #James potter oneshot #James potter imagine #James potter headcanons #James potter au

[an-au-blog]

We've all seen Sora take the kids and marry Zeff or leaving Zeff custody of Sanji but hear me out: Sora doesn't die and is the one to break Sanji out of the dungeon and escapes with him. They're in some no name town in the East Blue and Sanji sneaks on to Mihawk's little coffin boat to loot him and take it back to his mom and gets caught. Mihawk walks him back to Sora who apologizes profusely and Mihawk can see that shes ill and that they're clearly out of their depth and for whatever reason, his mind cannot fathom it honestly, he offers to take the Kuraigana with him. Sora and Sanji agree too, for whatever reason, maybe they're scared because they know who he is, or they're just that desperate. Either way they agree and leave with him.

They make a supply stop a couple islands away because Mihawk realizes they have nothing except a shared back pack of clothes and that's it. Sanji is trying not to hide behind his mom from Mihawk but he's a kid who's been through a lot and Mihawk reminds him of his brothers and Judge. Mihawk gets them a few outfits and picks up some more food because of how thin they both are. When they check into an inn and Sanji's asleep Sora finds Mihawk and thanks him and says she had to save her son.

Not even a month after they're all settled in his home Mihawk finds himself extremely endeared to this duo and hopes they never leave, it takes him another three to say it and Sora cries happily and Sanji nods. Sora has taken over most of the cleaning and Sanji cooks with Mihawk a lot and Sora has improved greatly. The dynamic isnt perfect by any means but it works for them. Sometimes Sanji's nightmares will wake Mihawk up before they wake him up so Mihawk will sit with him until they do or he calms down. Sora knows a lot about caring for weapons and instruments so she'll tune the piano or clean his antique swords.

Woops Mihawk is in love and suddenly has a wife and child he didn't think he would and Newgate is going to laugh at him. Doesn't even necessarily think of the implications or anything just tells them at dinner over their plates. They don't leave until Sanji decides to go work at Baratie when he's a teen and then joins the straw hat crew. Life goes on. Everyone thinks Sanji's an orphan still since he doesn't talk about his parents. His parents read the paper.

When Perona appears Sora confirms it's not her pink haired daughter but she'll take another. And then look! Zoro's here, Sanji's nakama and the kid Mihawk almost killed, how charming. Zoro's really confused because Mihawk in the castle is different from the master training him and he's a lot softer and kind towards Sora. Sora asks them both about their adventures in pirating and such.

Zoro asks point blank if she's Sanji's mom and she laughs and mentions how that's so Sanji to not talk about them and Mihawk mentions how smart that is because otherwise oops, they're either down a son or Mihawk's bounty is unfrozen. Sora jokes that need two more to make up for the other two she has and Mihawk tells her that they cannot keep collecting kids.

Zoro is absolutely gonna kick Sanji's ass.

That's a whole-ass fix right there, damn! I actually love any au where Sora doesn't die, I don't wanna see her go ngl hahaha ':)

And I genuinely think she can melt almost anyone's heart. But have you thought about the Sanji repressions??? He's already canonically bitchy but now he'll have all the sass from Mihawk as well????? I think that'd be absolutely hilarious!

Plus that would mean that Mihawk was going to the Baratie to check in on his son, that's so cute omg :') And that could also be an excuse for why he didn't kill Sanji's "new friend" during his fight with Zoro.

Also why do I feel like Mihawk would try his damned best to make Sanji call him father instead of dad and Sanji would do it just to spite him.

Sanji: thanks for uh... you know... not killing my new crewmates

Mihawk: I guess it couldn't be helped

Sanji: Whatever, bye dad

Mihawk absolutely not having the heart to correct him at this point:... yeah.

Also Sora adopting Perona during ts makes me so happy. She would brush and braid her hair thinking if she'll ever have the chance to do it with her biological daughter. So that only makes her want to savour every moment with Perona while she can. And I think Perona would love Sora as well, she loves cute and pretty things so they'd make a great dynamic just absolutely driving Mihawk up the wall by redecorating... or as he calls it "ruining the aesthetic" or his castle.

Also... for the haha's: Sanji knowing way yoo much about swords would confused the hell out of Zoro. Not to mention that once Zoro finds out about his connection to Mihawk, I feel like he'd want to fight him even more than he already does. Bonus if Sanji is actually a really skilled swordman.

#Sanji #vinsmoke sora #dracule mihawk #mihawk x sora #is something i never thought of but could be fun :) #op #one piece au #answers

[powerofelvis]

Daddy’s Business

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader 

Word Count: 1K 

Summary: Elvis has a little trouble learning how to change his daughter's diaper, but that doesn't mean he won't give up until he gets better. 

Warnings: fluff, Elvis being a little anxious, Elvis bonding with his little girl 

A/N: This is a request for @arianatheangel-girl. Ariana, my darling girl, I hope you enjoy this little request of Elvis and his little girl. I used the name of Alisa based off of the name that Elvis and Anita Wood wanted to name their daughter if they had one. I also found it pretty cute. 

prompts.

It was another night at your home at Graceland. You were trying to catch up on much needed rest as you spent the last couple of days bonding with your newborn daughter, Alisa. Finding out that you were pregnant brought on different emotions that you had never experienced before. However, while you were counting down the days until the arrival of your daughter, Elvis was trying to learn everything that he could get his hands on regarding caring for a child. Elvis was at first excited, making sure that you didn’t lift anything heavy or eat the wrong things. 

You had to admit that it was endearing to see how much Elvis bragged about his new family, seeing that family meant a lot to him. He would baby proof the house in advance, raving on about how he wanted his little girl to have fun in her new home while also being safe. However, as time grew closer, his excitement took a back seat where fear and anxiety became the forefront of his every thought. He was so worried about whether or not he was going to be a great father, double checking every nook and cranny to ensure that everything was right just for his little daughter.

When you and Elvis brought her home, Elvis wouldn’t let anyone else hold her other than you and him. You would find him sitting in the nursery with her, speaking over her with such adoration. He would speak baby talk to her, beaming as she cooed, balling up her little fists as she watched her father communicate with her. Although he tried his hardest to help out with little things such as feeding and holding her when you were busy around the house, he never seemed to get the hang of changing her diapers. 

You were determined to help Elvis with this, calling him into the nursery every time that you had to change her soiled diapers, but he would end up leaving the room, completely clueless with how the entire process worked. “I don’t think I’m cut out for this daddy business.” He sighed, standing next to you on the night in question, watching as you finished feeding Alisa before she was put into her crib. You turned to face him, a frown over your lips as you shook your head. “You’re doing great, honey. Alisa loves you, you’re the entire world in her eyes. However, we definitely need to get you used to changing her diaper.” You giggled, watching as his brow furrowed. 

You laid in bed with Elvis, catching up on sleep until you heard Alisa’s little cries through the baby monitor. You groaned, turning over as you wiped the sleep from your eyes. Elvis placed his hand on your arm, muttering that he had it handled before getting up from the bed. “Are you sure? What if she has a wet diaper?” Elvis stopped in his tracks, turning to face you before a smirk crossed his lips. “I think I got it handled.” He chuckled as he headed towards your daughter’s room, seeing her little fists balled up, her cries filling his ears.

One thing for sure, she had a set of lungs on her but Elvis adored that about her. She was his twin from the inside and the outside. “Oh, what’s the matter, yittle? Daddy’s got ya.” Elvis picked her up, pressing little kisses on her cheeks before noticing that she indeed had a wet diaper. What he didn’t know was that you were standing by the door quietly, wanting to be a few steps away should he have any trouble. “Don’t worry, yittle. I’ll have ya cleaned up in a bit. Let me get everything that we need, hm?” 

You watched from the door as Elvis grabbed a diaper and some wipes, unsnapping the safety pin that held her diaper together. You chewed on your lip, worrying that he would clam out, but you were soon proven wrong. Elvis folded up the cloth diaper, placing it neatly beside him before cleaning her off with a few wipes. He placed the diaper securely on her bottom, snapping the safety pin together before pulling her night gown back down her legs. “There we go, sweet girl. I bet ya feel better now, don’t cha?” He whispered as he picked Alisa up in his arms. 

He turned around to see you standing at the door, a smirk displayed over his lips as he rocked the newborn in his arms. “I may have been wrong about not being cut out for the daddy business. I changed her diaper without any problems.” He whispered, coaxing you closer so that she could get another feeding. As you sat in the rocking chair that sat beside her crib, Elvis placed Alisa into your arms, where you got her latched on to your breast successfully. “I told you, honey. You’re the entire world in her eyes. You could do no wrong.” 

Elvis stood proudly, not believing that he was having trouble with a simple task such as changing a diaper. “From now on, I want to be the one to change her. I think I need more practice.” He declared, looking down at his sleeping daughter as she suckled from your breast. Once she was full, you handed her back to Elvis, watching as he patted her back a few times until she burped before laying her back into her crib. He turned the mobile on, backing away from his sleeping daughter before taking you by the hand. 

Surely enough, Elvis stayed true to his word, being the only person who would change Alisa’s diaper. Regardless of the time of night, he made it his mission to have the practice that he needed. It didn’t take long for him to become a pro, taking little to no time to get her clean. His excitement was returning, bragging about how he was the only man in his friend circle that could change a baby’s diaper and implored his friends to take some classes to be prepared for when their children arrived. 

To think that he was having issues with changing a diaper was the bud of every joke, but once he showed everyone how it was done, there were no more jokes being made at his expense. Elvis was beginning to like the daddy business and you were too. 

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#elvis presley #elvis 2022 #daisy’s 1k celebration 🎉 #elvis presley x reader #elvis #daisy writes #requested

[thequietkid-moonie]

Ok but: Estúpido Cupido (written by Celly Campello, don't mistake it for her album although it has really great songs as well) with Loid

Fake dating a unpredictable and carefree reader

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Loid Forger ]

[ Spy x Family ]

› Song that inspired this [ Estúpido Cupido - Celly Campello ]

× In this fic you take Yor's place

I really liked the song, I really loved the rhythm, I almost start dancing 🤭 I read the lyrics before hearing the song and it fits really well the rhythm!!

Well my dear, I hope you like this as much as I did ❤️ (i hope I don't disappoint you with the idea I had)

One day you were just walking down the streets as usual when you end up bumping into a handsome gentleman, he was so kind and polite and you couldn't stop yourself and end up talking to him more than you thought, even getting the opportunity to meet his little daughter, who looks at you curiosily but doesn't leave her father's side

In one moment of the conversation the man asked you if you could be so kind to do him a favor and impersonate his spouse, embarrassed but determinanted explaining that the last wish of his deceased wife was to give the best education to her beloved daughter on Eden Academy but he won't be able to do it if he was all alone, maybe was because of how endearing was his determinantion or maybe it was just pity, but for whatever reason you accepted helping him with this (also, it could help you cover up your terrible love life)

That way you two started living together, playing the role of a beautiful and happy marriage couple, however non of you would guess what it will become your life together. As well, both of you had to get used to each other in little time, at least enough until the interview with the directors of the school came

For you it was funny all the preparation Loid wanted to have for the interview, making a lot of efforts for this to work and you couldn't help but laugh at his plan, he was thinking that you probably weren't taking this seriously and that he will have to carry it from the most part himself but you truly surprised him when in the interview you remember most of the things he had told you and even tried to help Anya when she forgot, he even can see how irritated you were by one of the men that were being specially pushy with you but you tried to keep the facade

After the interview, once in house the atmosphere was very tense but you break the silence finally expressing how disgusting and irritating that bitter man was and started saying that you were sure that Anya would be able to enter on that school even if you have to force it, it was obvious that you were just trying to cheer them up, what started to work, specially with Anya, and Loid can't help but smile at your attitude

From that day his life become a pretty messy caos full of surprises, Loid was used to adapt to all the situation and act conform to them but your carefree and sometimes cheerful attitude was something that always manage to surprised him, it was something that stressed him at first not knowing how to handle it but as the time pass he just started to learn to follow your lead and even trust you more (and yet you always manage to surprise him sometimes)

He get used to you doing what you want or saying what is on your mind without worring much but that doesn't stop him from worring and getting taken aback, like that time when you spent some time looking at him pretty wary, he was troubled thinking if he had done something suspicious or make you doubt him until you finally tell him what was in your mind, out of the blue without any kind of warning you just tell him that he was too perfect like if it was something bad, you were even wondering how the hell he was single before meeting him, he was dumbfounded but before he could say anything you clarified that you weren't complaining with a smile before going away without giving him the chance to say something

Loid is constantly wondering what you will do next, he doesn't really know what to expect when you had suprised him with all kind of things, with compliments out of the blue (ones that related to his person and not like the spy, ones that he isn't used to), with being more perceptive that he thought before or even just taking things like normal and don't make a big deal out of them (even when he had thought on a million of excuses to explain himself), there are some times when you ask him if you two shouldn't being doing things that couples normally do like dates and other times you just become affectionate out of the blue (like taking his hand so casually)

Coming home to see you and Anya becomes almost like a playful what to guess what he would find, some days he find you doing chores or even making dinner, other days he had came home to see you and Anya playing to be spies around the house, others days you are just passing a more calm time with Anya on the couch, and yet not matter what he find he is never disappointed

After a while Loid start to feel expectant of what little adventures he will have with you and Anya, he start to feel excited even over the days the three of you just have time to relax and yet Loid doesn't allow himself to admit it, he always repeat to himself that is for the mission and that he has to be ready to whatever you will do, he can't let himself get surprised by you, but as much as he tries to prepare himself and be ready so you don't surprise him you always manage to find ways to do it, you can easily flustered him or make him feel so comfortable and relaxed that he just forget for a moment about the mission

Loid tried to deny it and tell himself that this is all for the mission but deep down he is always happy to see you, his heart beat faster with amusment every time you surprised him, and he will never accept it out loud but almost every time he smiles at you and Anya his smiles is sincere and full of love

#music prompt game #spy x family x reader #sxf x reader #loid forger #loid forger x reader #loid x reader #x reader #x gn reader #anime x reader #manga x reader

[tojixz]

Masterlist ☆ Heart Without Beat Masterlist

HEART WITHOUT BEAT: Chapter One

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Reader

Notes: I'm so nervous about starting this series lol I hope it turns out to be something good. And also, I don't guarantee to post often! I've been so busy lately, so forgive me for future delays. One more thing, this chapter was more about contextualizing your childhood, so it can be kind of boring and shit, I really have a hard time starting stories but it will get better later on, trust me! 😭

Summary: You were in good condition in the way you were, without friends, alone, only you and your mother. But how will your life go from now that you've been thrust into a new group of children and those children turn out to be Toruk Makto's children?

Warnings: A little bit of a childhood panic attack, a little bit of blood… I guess that's all? Very distressed child.

Word Count: 4k

Ngaytxoa (n) - Acknowledgment of guilt and regret; apology

'Itetsyìp (n) - Daughter (term of endearment)

'Ite (n) - Daughter Sa'nu (n) - Mommy

Sa'nok (n) - Mother Yawne (n) - Loved

Next

Your mother used to tell you how important it was to have friendships and people to count on during your life. With them, you would never be alone. They would give you directions. But you didn't feel that way.

Having friendships, people important to you, meant that the time to leave would become more painful.

You hadn't lost that many until your present age as a child, only your father whom you also had no valuable memories of. And the reason you thought this way was nothing more than observing how lonely your mother sometimes seemed.

Many times you saw her with a rosary in hand, sad and shaken eyes, along with trembling lips, just whispering to the heavens about her daily life.

Whether she was saying this to the Great Mother, or to her late companion, you didn't know. However, you had no desire to feel that kind of pain. So you assumed that if you didn't have people to care about, you wouldn't suffer the pain of loss.

And that was what you said to your mother when she insists on making you socialize and, every time she was surprised by the way you, just a child, thought. Then she would always give him a tight hug, while murmuring in a voice loaded with sadness, 'It's unfair that you have to think like that.'

But you didn't really care. You always reassured her that as long as you were still together, you were the happiest person in the world. But this only resulted in a shaken look on her face, but as a child, you never understood why.

You were playing alone with some harmless forest critters near a tree, while your mother was nearby picking fruits and herbs for the day's dinner.

You heard footsteps nearby, but just assumed it was other people going about their daily activities, that is until you heard, "What is that stranger doing?"

"Playing with bugs, of course. After all, she doesn't even have the ability to make friends." Laughter followed after the not-so-hidden whispering.

Your ears flopped back and bent slightly at the words, but as usual, you didn't mind the comments and just went on with what you were doing.

You were used to it. It was wrong, but not unusual. The times you tried to talk to other children at your mother's request, it turned out that you didn't make a good impression with most of them. Being too quiet, too explosive and too alone.

You began to be nicknamed various things, and a horrible treatment for a child comes in the package.

Your mother didn't know these things, you didn't want her to know.

Telling her meant that she would have no peace with your worries, and this is definitely the last thing you wanted.

Nevertheless, what was their reason for acting this way? How important was their existence to give them the luxury of belittling you?

You didn't do anything bad, you just wanted to make your mother happy. Why did they make things so difficult?

"Hey weirdo. What are you doing?", one of the boys approached as he looked at you with a mocking look, his friends following right behind.

You didn't want to answer, but you knew how they worked, if you didn't answer, more headache would attract. "Nothing of your interest."

The boy let out an angry snort at the answer. Wanting to touch the wound even more, he didn't give up tormenting you as easily as you wanted him to. "Who taught you to talk like that? Don't you have a father to give you an education?"

You stopped what you were doing and just digested what he had said.

Your mother used to look at you and wonder how you, a small, innocent child, could think of isolating yourself for fear of loss. But if she heard what these so-called innocent children are saying to you now, don't you think she would continue to think that children are such pure beings.

You were once a pure child, a child just wanting to be a child. But from the moment you entered a new social cycle, you realized that the world can be very cruel sometimes.

You would definitely rather keep talking to the bugs on your planet than try to communicate with these ones behind you.

You inhaled deeply, doing your best to hold back the tears that had begun to fill your eyes. The last thing you wanted was to show weakness around them.

"What? Didn't they teach you to talk too-", before the boy could even finish his sentence, you found yourself unable to stop the punch that flew toward his face.

"Don't you ever talk about my father again!!! Do you hear me?! NEVER!". You were so angry, your heart was hurting and tears were wetting your cheeks, you were unable to hold them back. How pathetic.

You just stood there, looking at the boy on the floor who had a bloody nose as he slowly began to scream in pain. His breath was failing, ears glued to your head, and tail lashing out in pure hatred.

Not even a few minutes passed before adults were beginning to circle the area. A woman appeared in front of you grabbing your arm while shaking you. She was yelling at you, asking endless questions. Your arm hurt from the grip.

You were scared. You didn't want to cause your mother any trouble. You were an idiot.

You were able to catch a glimpse in the crowd of a woman trying to make her way through, and as you looked at her, more tears welled up in your eyes, followed by several silent sobs. Would her mother be disappointed to hear what happened?

"Stop, don't hurt her! Ma'Ite!", your mother immediately went to you and took you in her arms, cradling your head as you cried more and more into her neck. You could feel your mother's trembling hands on your head, her voice wavering as she tried to soothe you.

You didn't want to hurt her, you didn't want to see her sad. Your little heart ached to see your mother like this. "Ngaytxoa Sa'nu…", you murmured.

No longer aware of what was going on around you, you just focused your attention on your mother's smell and body temperature.

Would people hate you now? Would they throw you out of the clan? You didn't do what you did out of spite, they were the ones who were mean to you, what fault did you have?

Her mind was full of doubts and fears, but the comforting whispers of her mother were enough to calm her troubled spirit.

"She didn't mean to do that. I'm sure there was a motive behind her actions. She is just a child, please don't blame her."

You were able to hear your mother talking to someone nearby. Presently you found yourself backed into a corner, legs clasped to your chest and face hidden in your arms.

You only brought shame to your mother.

You knew that it would never work to try to settle down with the children of the clan, to make friends. But there was a desire in your heart to see your mother happy, you wanted to make your mother happy.

But you never did the right things.

Your mother was talking to the Olo'eyktan at this moment, who was alarmed because of the great commotion that started after you hit another child.

You prayed to Eywa that your leader would have mercy on you and not kick you out of the Omatikaya clan. Or at least allow your mother to continue living here, she had nothing to do with your actions, she didn't deserve to suffer even more.

Suddenly the next room was silent, and the next thing you heard were soft footsteps coming toward you.

You raised your head to look at the figure in front of you, meeting the gaze of your mother who held out her arms to you as she spread a simple smile on her lips.

"Come on yawne, let's go home." As soon as you stood up, she took you in her arms and placed a gentle kiss on your temple. Your heart warmed at the caress.

"Sa'nu…won't we have to leave?" You murmured, sniffling softly, reaching out your finger to play with one of the beads at the end of your mother's hair.

"Leave? Where to?", as you walked out of the place that appeared to be for Olo'eyktan meetings, your mother asked frowning slightly at your comment.

"From the clan. You see, I have done bad things, they will punish me."

"Oh my baby, no one will go away, we will not go away. They won't do anything to you, I promise."

You were silent for a few minutes, your eyes were beginning to heavy from the calmness you were feeling in your mother's arms. The day was full, you were exposed to many emotions and conflicts. Your little body was beginning to succumb to the overload of the day.

"I just want you to be honest with me, honey. Why did you do that? Mommy won't fight with you." Your mother slowly asked, just testing the waters. She could feel you tense up in her arms and it didn't help to ease her worries.

"It was nothing, really." You hid your face in the curve of your mother's neck. You believed that if she saw you, she would know immediately what happened and you didn't want that.

"Don't lie to your mother." When you finally reached the tent, your mother came in and immediately put you down to begin preparing something for you to eat.

You walked to a corner and sat there, just watching your mother's fluid movements around the tent. You were happy to be in a peaceful environment now.

Your mother let out a soft sigh, sitting down by the newly lit campfire as she peeled some of the fruit they still had stored there.

She was so distraught by the sudden commotion that began around her daughter that she forgot to pick up the items she had been gathering earlier. You were lucky that there were enough leftovers for a dinner party.

"Do you really plan to hide this from your Sa'nok?", she asked quietly, letting you answer in your own time.

You didn't answer right away, eyes beginning to glisten with new tears as you kept a sob from escaping your throat. Your mother was patient, she waited who knows how long until you finally plucked up the courage to say, "They were bad."

Your mother stopped her movements, digesting your words as your heart sank with the meaning. "Bad how?"

Again silence. You were afraid to say it, afraid of what might happen. You just wanted to forget everything and go on living as if nothing had happened. But you know your mother…she wouldn't let it go so easily, especially not after your previous statement. "They call me bad names…and make fun of me for not having a father."

Her mother didn't know what to respond. She didn't imagine that the simple fact that her father was not alive, united to your family, would be a reason for others to hurt her little heart.

She was not as naive as she seemed. She knew very well how cruel people can be, regardless of their age.

It was a fact that she wanted you to make good friends, your mother hated to see you lonely, playing only with her since you were born.

However, she didn't insist so much, because she knew the difficulty you had. But she didn't expect that the difficulty was because others weren't good with you. She hadn't paid enough attention to see how her daughter was suffering.

And this filled her inside with sadness. Your mother didn't know how to respond or how to comfort you. She only wanted you to have a happy childhood, just as she had promised your father, "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you, 'Itetsyìp."

You looked up in surprise at your mother, who went back to preparing dinner again. "No, Sa'nok has nothing to do with it. It's not your fault." Your voice was a little shaky, your energy was depleted, but you needed to take this weight off your mother's back, none of this was her fault. "Please don't blame yourself."

Your mother sighed again, she noticed how you wanted to avoid the subject, she saw the weariness in your eyes and how your little body trembled slightly. Not wanting to burden you further, especially with your shortcomings as a mother, she decided to end the matter right there. "All right, let's not talk about it anymore. Now come, the food is practically ready."

A few days had passed since the accident with you and the other children. You and your mother didn't receive such good treatment after that, always being surrounded by rumors and gossip.

The truth is, they don't exactly respect you. They just looked up to the brave warrior their father was.

He would be disappointed by the way these people are acting. But it is how it is.

What you were avoiding ended up happening. Several women were glaring at your mother, keeping their children away from you, afraid that you would hurt them too.

Frankly, you were not a monster, you were just protecting yourself in that situation. But as always, people were too ignorant to know the truth, not much could be done.

Despite this, his mother slowly grew closer to Olo'eyktan's family, more specifically, to Neytiri, Toruk Makto's wife.

Neytiri also participated in the conversation between Jake and his mother, and she confesses that she wanted to punish you at first, thinking you were just another troublemaking child. But upon hearing your story, her soul was softened by the mother-daughter family.

The two became good friends and you were glad for it. Your mother was happier these days. The only problem was that both adults wanted to drag you into the Sully children's group, especially Neytiri, saying your kids were great children and would definitely be nice to you. But trying again was not an option.

"Ma'Ite, trust your Sa'nok, they are good children. Their oldest is your age, isn't that nice?", your mother had been trying for some time to convince you to go with her to the Sully family tent. She and Neytiri had arranged to have a little get-together to weave utensils while just catching up.

You were happy with that new friendship, but why were you also a victim?

"Sa'nok, I'll be fine on my own! I don't want to go." You said it again, arms folded across your chest as you gave your mother a dumb pout, trying your best to convince her. But again, it was inefficient.

Your mother knelt down in front of you, took your little hands in hers, and said, "Look, let's make a deal, you go this time, and if they're mean to you, you don't have to go anymore, how about it?"

Honestly, you wanted to deny it again and keep going against your mother's requests. But as you looked into her pleading eyes, you felt a twinge deep inside you. Your mother also seemed to be a child at times, and it was so hard to cope.

Her ears drooped slightly, tail wagging from side to side, conveying her disgust. But all that really came out of her mouth was a low murmur, "That's unfair…".

Your mother hugged you, a warm, loving hug. And then before she said anything, she deposited a kiss on your cheek, passing comfort and protection. "I will be there to protect you, hm? Sa'nu believes you will enjoy yourself."

You just nodded in affirmation. Your mother placed one last kiss on the top of your head, stood up, and took your small hand in hers to start down the path to the tent of the well-known Sullys.

When you got there, you promptly hid behind your mother's legs, while she had one of her hands on your head as a way of telling you that everything was fine.

Neytiri came out to welcome you, and soon her smile broadened as she saw the small child hiding behind her new friend. She made a nod of greeting to her mother, placing her fingers in the middle of her forehead and then pulling them apart. Then she shifted her focus to you. "Hello little one, I'm very happy to see you here."

You didn't know how exactly to respond to the older woman's greeting, so you just buried your face in your mother's leg for protection. You were a little embarrassed in the woman's presence, she was very beautiful.

Neytiri giggled at the innocent action and made way for you to pass. It wasn't exactly the family tent, but it was an open place full of trinkets. It was a comfortable environment where the noises of the forest were quiet and there was also good fresh air.

"My kids are just down there playing in the lake, Jake is looking after them too, you can go down and meet them", Neytiri said pointing to the lake below, sending you a reassuring smile in the process.

You took a step back shaking your head in denial. Starting to feel a sour taste in your mouth, you almost instantly regret agreeing to go there.

Noticing your distress, your mother's figure promptly crouched down to your level, placed her hands on your little face and soothed you. "'Ite. Ma'Ite, calm down. I'm here, see?", she slid a finger on your cheek, staring into your eyes so you could see that everything was all right. "Mama will be here all the time, there is nothing to fear. I promise, and Eywa can punish me if I'm wrong, they won't do anything bad to you, yes?"

She calmly brought her foreheads together, noticing how you were slowly starting to calm down, "I've met them before, they are such sweet children, give them a chance."

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and considering the options you had. You could just run away from there, get out of this confrontational situation, but your mother would be very hurt. Just you going there with her was enough to cheer her up. You had no right to take that happiness away from her.

And also, above all, your wish was to one day become a brave warrior, one of the best in the clan, just like your father. To have a strong and determined heart, to be respected and praised by all, like Toruk Makto.

But how would you do this if just the idea of having to talk to new people scared you? You would never be a good warrior at this rate, after all, there is no way to protect those you are afraid of.

So, with one last inhale of air, you replied in a voice almost like a whisper, "I will, Sa'nok."

Your mother turned away slightly to look at your small baby-fat face, a wide smile opening on her lips. "That's my little one." With a final kiss on your forehead, she lightly nudged you down to the lake, sending you a few more words of encouragement.

Taking one last look back, you've finally started on your way down to the lake.

What seemed like an eternity to you.

Arriving at the site, you were able to see Toruk Makto sitting on a rock near the lake, with a small baby girl in his arms. Her mother said that she was her recently born daughter, Tuktirey. And among the others, the oldest of them was your age, that is, eight years old. You were a little nervous about this, you believed that the younger the child was, the easier it was to handle.

That's because they were less intelligent than you.

You didn't know why, but your mother laughed the time you conveyed that line of thought to her. It was just the truth, wasn't it? She found it surprising how a child your age could think such mature thoughts. Well, they were probably what the circumstances demanded.

As you approached, you noticed how noisy the place was because of the shouting and laughing that the Sully children were doing. They seemed to be having a good time.

Jake was quick to notice your presence there and how hesitant you seemed to be to come any closer. He had been aware of your 'antisocial' situation when he first talked to his mother. Neytiri had also told him that if you ever had the courage to go to them, he should be kind to you and help you to integrate with your children.

So he thought that striking up a conversation with you would be the best option at the moment. "Hi little girl, did you come to play with the hurricanes over there?"

You were slightly startled to realize that the question was directed at you, but your face conveyed an image of confusion at the way he referred to his own children. 'They... were hurricanes?'

You didn't answer in words and just nodded. Jake smiled and held back the laugh he wanted to let out because of his nervousness, it would be mean of him if he laughed.

Then he looked again in the direction of your children and said in a loud voice, "Hey, there's a new little girl here who wants to play with you, be nice to her and include her in the game."

You froze. The three children's gazes were directed at you now. A horrible feeling settled in your stomach.

You still had a chance to escape. Run far, far away from there. But even your legs wouldn't allow it, being pinned firmly to the ground preventing any movement.

One of the children came towards you and stopped a few meters away. He seemed to be a few inches shorter than you, so you assumed he was younger. The boy stared at you for a few seconds, seemingly expecting you to say something, but seeing that you wouldn't, he quickly said, "My name is Lo'ak! Now that we've met, can we go play?"

"You skxawng, she hasn't even introduced herself yet!", the girl, who you assumed was Kiri from your mother's lines, went towards the boy and slapped him behind the head. You could tell that Lo'ak was not very happy with her sister's actions and started a little fight with her. You didn't know whether to laugh or be amazed at the situation.

Ignoring the other two, the eldest among them walked towards you, stopping just in front of you with one hand outstretched towards you as he introduced himself, "My name is Neteyam, it is a pleasure to meet you."

You looked at him with slightly wide eyes. You wanted to laugh at the way he sounded like an adult talking, even though you were the same age.

The other's presence aroused your attention by the way that a "responsible" aura covered him even at such a young age.

You didn't feel so afraid of this boy. He didn't look like a bad guy. At least not like those who had hurt you before. Maybe that was just the effect of being the eldest son of Toruk Makto, the Olo'eyktan of his clan. But Neteyam gave you confidence, and for just a second you allowed yourself to believe that this time there was a small chance it could really work out.

Imitating the strange action, you hesitantly shook his hand as you assumed it should be. With a smile on his face satisfied that you had responded to his actions, Neteyam asked you one last question to finally finish the 'rite' of friendship, and you found yourself secretly happy for the question. One you weren't used to receiving often by others. And so, maybe, just maybe, this time Eywa blessed her with great and good friends.

"So, what's your name?"

🏷: @mashiromochi

A thousand, a thousand pardons for any grammatical errors and if this chapter was really bad 🥲 my days are so busy. And also, as I said, I really have a hard time starting stories lol

Thanks for reading! 💞

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[miss-mossball]

How would the Docile describe themselves, and how is that similar/different to how they would describe each other?

Ah this is a great question, thank you so much Jinwoo :D

Dosy 1 - Dollia

How she sees herself: It's typical for any Docile to have generally low self esteem and self-worth, but Dollia's always had a sense that she truly loved herself deep down, she's just been waiting for the permission to lean into it. Turns out her owner/husband is very encouraging of her having a sense of her own ownership. Dollia considers herself to be useful, most of all, and that overrides any doubts she has.

How she sees...

Dosy 2 - Dollia and Dosy 2 have mutual feelings of 'you're the better version of me' towards eachother. She sees Dosy 2 as a stronger person and appreciates her hesitation to connect with others too closely, where Dollia feels like she embraces too quickly and strongly.

Dosy 3 - Dollia doesn't know a lot about Dosy 3 - In fact she doesn't know anything about her, just that she feels a natural draw to find her. She feels as though Dosy 3 is very precious and far more delicate than she'd be willing to admit to herself

Dosy 4 - She can't help but see Dosy 4 as something of a daughter, or maybe a younger sister to her. She sees her as endearing and needing to be protected more than anything, and her doting nature towards Dosy 4 can be a little blinding to seeing her actual personality sometimes.

Flour - She respects Flour as an equal to her and respects his point of view on things, even if she tends to disagree - sometimes fiercely. She sees him as far too stiff, hoping he'll find his own things to enjoy outside his duties.

Dosy 2 - May-Belle

How she sees herself: May has the 'classic' low self-esteem and self worth that the Docile are built with(Based on Dahlia, the scientist they were built to replicate). She tends to place herself the lowest on the list compared to the rest of the Docile, feeling as though she's missing something important the rest of them have. She feels best about herself when her partner is sexually attracted to her

How she sees...

Dosy 1 - Dosy 1 is a continuous source of comparison for May; feeling as though she's the lesser, broken, useless revival of something that was perfect or at least far more useful than her. She tends to be blinded by her own spiraling before she can get to know Dosy 1 for her personality

Dosy 3 - May knows her a little bit - Dosy 3 is something she feels the need to hide with a sense of protective shame. She sees Dosy 3 as dangerous to some extent, knowing she holds too many secrets and shares them far too easily.

Dosy 4 - Dosy 4 is like a little sister to May, one she likes having around. She sees her as anxious and clingy, and gladly holds her hand and speaks for her as needed. May appreciates the things Dosy 4 has to say

Flour - Flour is always complicated for May - she's incredibly attached to him whether it's healthy or not. She knows his hard exterior is a front for how soft he really is. She appreciates how much he cares in his own way. She understands his resentment for her and leans into it to mainstain their prickly, hateful yet loving relationship

Dosy 3 - Maybelline

How she sees herself: Maybelline always feels as though she's in an up-hill battle with herself to ensure that she is an Adult, she can Take It, Nothing Is Wrong Here, even if she knows the truth. She feels as though she has a duty to protect whatever else is in her attic. Maybelline doesn't have a strong sense of self, and neither thinks of herself negatively nor positively - You can't have such strong opinions if you don't exist after all.

How she sees...

Dosy 1 - Maybelline is waiting for Dosy 1 to find her, but the Dosy she's imagining will is a different person that will. She sees Dosy 1 as something dead that came back to life and started living life as a human - Which is fine.. But she's far more human than the angelic voice she knew from ages ago. Dosy 1 does not meet the pedestal that she had for her anymore, and it makes Maybelline feel human emotions like concern.

Dosy 2 - She only gets to see the fierce, shame-ridden protective side of Dosy 2. Maybelline doesn't consider her much beyond a second Flour maybe, another warden. She's a little scared of Dosy 2 just because she can see her visibly holding back from hurting herself most the time.

Dosy 4 - Dosy 4 is the only one who comes to visit Maybelline. she sees her fellow 'small one' as a very wise individual who's handicapped by the ways she's been broken. They have a mutual desire to protect eachother.

Flour - A stern warden. He cannot visit her outside of odd circumstances, and when he does, he can be quite rough with her. Maybelline sees him as a suffering man, and someone who's pushing himself to be something he's not. She wishes he could rest.

Dosy 4 - Middy

How she sees herself: Middy doesn't have a strong sense of self either, but it's mostly because most of her life is played out in a daze - She forgets she's a body living in this moment, often seeing the rest of the world in a spectator sort of point-of-view. She knows things she likes, things she doesn't like, and how much of a failure she is for a protective-type robot. She doesn't understand herself as a Docile, much less a sex robot.

How she sees....

Dosy 1 - She has fond feelings for Dosy 1, but she holds her at an arm's length - she's far too much of a mother for Middy to feel okay with being close to her. She thinks that Dosy 1 has had a lot happen in her life, and is glad to see she's allowed to enjoy married life with an owner that truly loves her.

Dosy 2 - Dosy 2 is like a big sister to Middy, one that she likes hanging around a lot. She sees sides to Dosy 2 that only Flour otherwise sees, like the way she regresses to feel safe. She worries for her big sister, but most of all just wants to hang around her like she's in the cool kids' club.

Dosy 3 - A dear friend to Middy, she puts Dosy 3 on a bit of a pedestal for how wise and intelligent she thinks she is. Middy feels like she can be the knight that protects the princess in the tower, especially since she can only talk to her if Dosy 3 leans out her window. She knows Dosy 3 to be young, but still respects that she wants to be seen differently.

Flour - She sees him as nice, though her view of nice is often the bare minimum, so she can't tell if she's a good judge of character there. She sees Flour as a big brother figure, and often watches the way he observes the others and takes into consideration little intricacies that others don't pick up on. She thinks he's just as soft and kind as Dosy 1 under his hard exterior. Middy tries not to think about how exhausted he is.

Dosy 5 - Flour

How he sees himself: A right piece of shit, if I'm honest. He thinks very lowly of himself, and he maintains this point of view on purpose so he doesn't get blinded or tricked by any of the other Dociles' 'nice exterior'. He considers himself to be correct in any situation though, and carries himself with that confidence. He hates to think of himself as a being that has wants and needs of his own, though. The lens he has to view the world through is very sexist and Herz-esque, although he doesn't actually believe it as much as he has to.

How he sees...

Dosy 1 - A fool, an idiot, but she's earned his respect by no longer taking his shit lying down. They consider their relationship as equal as a man and a woman could be - Him above her, at least slightly. But she has a good point every now and again, and he would dutifully protect her if she asked him to. He thinks she tends to stretch herself too thin.

Dosy 2 - Complicated. He both loves and hates her the very most out of all the Docile, and it's in this intense limbo that exists a very entwined partnership and respect for eachother. He sees her for both her sides - The strong-willed, stern woman, and the pathetic, wanting, needing thing. He understands her weak points a little too well, as if she mirrors the disgusting self he knows he is too. she needs to be on a tight leash just as much as he needs to hold it, and in this there is love.

Dosy 3 - A porcelain landmine. He cannot see her for being a person at all in order to keep her contained.

Dosy 4 - A little sister. Flour sees Dosy 4 as something that needs protecting, especially when she insists that she's actually the protective one. When she broke, he was the one to insist they not destroy her. He finds her insecurities all too loud and obvious to let her stumble along alone. He feels a nagging softness for her, it compels him to buy her sweets like cake and ice cream.

#the docile #dosy #flour #may-belle #maybelline #middy #idk ill make tags for them all #thank u for the ask tho this was really fun :> #i wanted to make little busts like sometimes u see in those like... uhhhh ask............. things..... ask accounts from the olden days #and also for the curiousity to how different they all look from eachother #doodle heaven #my ocs #personas #' x ' <( #(most of this is based on reality and im trying to integrate it into lore stuff so)

[notyour-valentine]

What was the situation like when Charlotte fell from the horse when she was little? I want to know more about protective girl dad Robert!

I think this was in reference to what May said. It was about a tree not a horse, but thank you so much for asking. I hope you like it. And you'll be getting protective girl dad Robert in the main series soon as well. This was written as part of my crossover series Welcome to Downton, Mr. Shelby

"The Fall"

It was a big bed for such a little girl. 

Granted, the nursery had many smaller beds, more appropriate in size for a girl of six. 

This was a bed for an adult, in an adults bedroom. And amidst the pillows and blankets she looked like a doll, the kind Edith sometimes tucked into her big bed. 

Yes, that was what this reminded Cora of, a little porcelain doll. And while her skin was just as pale, her hands weren't cold, especially not the one Robert held in his. 

He hadn't let go of it even to shake the doctor's hand. 

Again and again they had told Charlotte not to climb, but in combination with Sybil and Shrimpy's youngest, there was no stopping her. 

Cora couldn't even remember what it was, a ball that got stuck between the branches, or a hoop, all she knew was that Charlotte as the smallest, took it upon herself to scramble up the large old oak tree, further and further. 

She had even gotten the toy down again, but on her descent, her dress had caught and in an attempt to remove it she had lost her balance and - 

No, Cora scolded herself again and again. She hadn't been there, but that didn't stop the moment replaying in her mind. 

Did she try and reach for anything to hold as she fell? Did she scream or cry out in fear? Or did it all happen too fast for her to realise? 

"Robert, darling, you should try and get some rest.", she suggested, running a hand over his shoulder. 

The doctor had come before dinner, and done his best but little assessment could be made until she woke. If she woke. 

She forced her eyes shut and took a deep breath to steady her heart and her ever faster racing mind. 

Robert had insisted she at least get some rest, not that she found any, while he stayed at her bedside the way he had been when they had received the news, already in his dinner shirt, just missing the jacket and the cuff links. 

"No thank you.", he said, without taking his eyes off their little girl. 

Cora sighed deeply, wrapping her arms around him from behind. She didn't know if she was holding him, or holding onto him. 

Sometimes waiting was the hardest part, unable to do anything but hope and pray. 

"Did you see the fireplace in the smoking room?", Robert asked, tearing Cora from her thoughts.

"No.", she said, oblivious to why, of all things, that mattered now. 

"You should go see it.", Robert said. "Norfolk has some Egyptian carvings there. His collection isn't as extensive as ours but they are very delicately made."

She felt her chest tighten. Her husband's…affection with Egyptology was endearing at best, overbearing at worst and right now entirely inappropriate. Their daughter was hurt, and all he thought of were dug up carvings from thousands of years ago. 

"I thought of bringing Charlotte down after the nursery breakfast to see them. Only the maids would be in there then." 

Suddenly a frown fell over his face. 

"Sometimes I wonder if she just pretends to be interested in all these things because she knows I am.", he said. 

She felt her own face soften as she sat down on Charlotte's bedside. 

"Don't be silly, Robert.", she assured him, placing his hand over the one in which he held their child's. 

"Of course she is interested in them because you are. But that doesn't mean she is interested in them to please you. How else would she know of all these things?" 

Sometimes she thought it was far too much, to teach a little girl to recognise the gods of war and death of a far away place. But then she remembered that one time both Charlotte and Robert were nowhere to be found for both lunch and tea, only to find them both in his office, his expensive mahogany wood desk covered in today's, possibly still unread newspaper, as they tried to write all their names in hieroglyphs using her paints. 

It had been a right mess, ruining her dress and his shirts, but they had been so proud of their work- writing not just Charlotte and Robert, but also Cora and Mary and Sybil and Edith, proudly presenting each with their own slightly misshapen version of their names. 

Of all the things she had thought, or even hoped about her now husband when she had met him, seeing him with paint stained hands after a day of play with their fourth daughter hadn't even manifested in her wildest dreams. 

With a deep sigh, Robert leaned into her. His forehead was covered with a thin sheet of sweat. 

"Cora, what if she doesn't-", he whispered against the crook of her neck. 

"She will.", she said sharply, not allowing him to speak the unspeakable. 

"But the doctor said it was a poss-"

"Well it's not."

She wouldn't allow it to be, and neither would Robert. He just needed a little convincing, a little more faith in that little creature. 

"She will.", she said, stroking his hair back as she moved to look at him. "She will and she will be just fine."

The doctor came again just before breakfast, checking her pulse and her breathing, once more remarking that it was steady. 

Then he moved a lamp close to her face, and it contorted. 

"Ah.", he said, moving it away. "Light sensitivity."

"Is that bad?", Robert demanded to know as Cora rushed to smooth down her brow. 

"Not at all. It shows that she is waking. The light sensitivity will pass, but she will most likely be nauseous and have a horrific headache." 

Then he took a thin little metal rod from his bag, and pulled the sheets back. 

He lifted Charlotte's left foot, before poking at the sole. She tugged at the foot, her face twisting again in discomfort. 

"Good. Good.", the doctor muttered, placing her foot down again before he repeated it on the other side with a similar result. 

"Is this necessary?", Robert demanded to know, glaring at the doctor with distrust. It did seem rather…barbaric. 

"Quite, Lord Grantham. It shows that the nerves and muscles in the legs are working as they should, and that there is no injury to her back that could inhibit them."

Robert exchanged a slight glance with Cora, swallowing a bit more than his pride. 

All this prodding and prying unsettled Charlotte. She tried to turn in her sleep, but winced and stopped. 

"Ah that'll be the headache.", the doctor said, sounding almost pleased. "With any luck, she'll wake before breakfast.", he promised. 

While his tone was beyond distasteful, it could be forgiven in the light of the prognosis he gave.. 

They tried to help her along with some cold water. They brought up a bowl from the kitchen, swimming with chunks of ice, and Cora gently dabbed her face and her neck with it in the hope it would breathe more life into her. 

When she stirred, her little face contorted in pain. 

“My darling, can you hear me?”, she asked, after Charlotte brought up her hand to rub her face, even in her slumber. 

She shifted again, under the sheets, wincing and groaning at the discomfort her movement caused her. 

“Mama?”, she asked, rubbing her temple. 

“No, don’t do that, Sweetling!”, she insisted, knowing how sensitive her head would be. 

Only when she felt her hand close around her fingers after she had pulled them back, did she realise that Charlotte was waking up, well and truly waking up. 

The relief washed over her like a wave, when she saw Charlotte open her eyes, the eyes that were so much like hers, as Robert would always remark. 

“Mama?”, she asked again. “My head hurts-”

“I know, I understand.”, she said, immediately shifting closer. “You took a big tumble, my darli-”

She knew her daughter well enough to read the signs. Impatient as she was, she tried to sit up by herself, but that little motion was enough to upset her stomach. 

Cora reached for the bowl in time, if so barely, as Charlotte wretched up what little was left of yesterday’s lunch. 

Robert reached over to help her pull Charlotte’s braid out of the way, as she balanced the bowl on her knee. 

“There now. It’s alright.”, she assured her. 

“My head hurts.”, she whimpered again, and before too long tears were streaming down her fac.e. 

“I know. I know.”, she soothed, as Charlotte leaned into her chest. 

She wanted to smooth down her hair and risk hurting her more. 

“Doctor, what can we do to help her?”, she asked, looking up at the man. 

“I’ll leave instructions to the maids and nurses to make sure she drinks a lot. The cold water will help with the pain. Otherwise, darkness and rest.”

It seemed like a whole lot of nothing to her, but if that was what he recommended.

“How long will this pain last?”, Robert wanted to know. 

“Two days, maybe three. The sickness too-”, the Doctor insisted as he snapped his bag shut. 

“I’ll come check on you this afternoon, my Lady.”, he told Charlotte, who still had her chest buried in Cora’s chest. 

“Lady Grantham.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”, Cora said, rubbing Charlotte’s back. 

“Come, Lord Grantham. Best to leave this part to the women.”, he told Robert, patting him on the back as if he was his friend from his Eton days. 

Robert met his eyes for a moment before huffing. 

“I’ll be seeing you this afternoon then, Doctor.”, he said stiffly, reaching his hand out for the man to shake. 

The man was hardly out the door, when Charlotte was sick again, although this time it was more heaving than gagging than anything else. 

Cora took great care to be as gentle and as slow as she could when she helped Charlotte lie back against the pillows. 

“I’m sorry.”, she whispered. “Mama, I’m sorry.”

“None of that now!”, Cora insisted, making sure to tuck her in again, as Robert closed the curtains to darken the room. “You just rest, Sweetling.”

Her large brown eyes searched for her father. 

“Papa, are you cross with me?”, she asked. 

Robert smiled softly, reaching into his pocket to pull out his handkerchief, and gently wiping the covers of her mouth. 

“Not a bit, Sweetling.”, he said, taking her hand and stroking it, the way he had done when Cora had returned to the room all those hours ago, the way he had done, most likely, since she had fallen.

~

Thank you for requesting!

#wtdms #valentinesanswers #charlotte crawley #matthew crawley #welcome to downton mr shelby

[always-andromeda]

Hey hey! I'm sending in a request for strawberry creme with Jim Hopper from ST 💌

– 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲

𝐉𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hey, hey, anon! this is like my first time writing for Hop? and goodness gracious I hope I did him at least a little justice because I adore him so very much.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: implied age gap, implied power imbalance, takes place right before the events of season three, mostly fluff with bits of angst, nothing else I can think of!

Jim Hopper isn't the type to yearn for romance. The time for that had passed by him long, long ago. That was another life. Before the upside down, before his daughter, even before his ex-wife. No, Jim Hopper is a man of the law. He takes care of people. Day in and day out, in whatever little way he can…he tries.

For the most part, Jim tolerates this existence. Taking Eleven in helped break up the monotony a bit. Though, now that she’s taken a front row seat on the Teenage Girlhood Express, Jim finds himself listening to kissing much more than he ever wanted to.

He blocks it out and simply tries not to think about it. He’s not going to get jealous. He’s not designed for those things anymore. Not in the slightest. But when you waltz into his life, it changes everything.

At first he'd barely spare you a second glance as you helped Florence with filing paperwork and taking calls at the department. Quickly approaching her seventies, it made sense for the department to start training a replacement for Flo.

This change was difficult for Jim to adjust to at first. A new staff member meant an entirely new face he'd have to get used to seeing around the office. A new person who has no idea how he takes his coffee and won't stop him from sneaking doughnuts into his office. A new person to worry about saving if the town decides to go to shit again.

Whatever. You'll just have to get over his shortness, the way he rolls his eyes at you, and his tendency to call you "kid" like you're some teenager with knocking knees. Considering the things he's seen, that's what almost everyone looks like to him now.

But there's something particularly benign about you that sets you apart even from anyone else in his mind. The way you pleasantly say good morning and goodnight to him almost every day. The way you always seem to have a smile ready for him. The way that you look up at him with massive eyes like you’re counting on him.

They're all massive red flags that signal him to stay away, no matter how endearing he might find your insistence. Part of him doesn’t like being mean to you. But part of him hopes that the more he pushes you, the more likely you’ll be to get sick of him and put in your two weeks notice. It’s cruel, but it’s what’s best for you, he tells himself.

You bring him his coffee one morning, like you normally do. Completely black, of course. You'd learned the hard way that he craved the burnt and bitter taste on early mornings; of course Jim wasn't the kind of guy who didn't want anything sugar-coated.

He takes a sip of the coffee. Then looks at you with disdain and says, "Did you put sugar in this?" He knows you didn’t.

You stare quizzically with a furrowed brow, "...no?"

"My taste buds are telling me differently, kid,” he jabs back.

And after spending months of trying to soften him, that's the straw that breaks the camel's back for you. As you step closer to his desk, you say defensively, "I'm not a kid, you know. I can do all of the jobs that Florence can now and whether you like it or not, someday she's going to retire and you'll be stuck with me. At some point, you have to accept that."

Jim stands from his swivel chair and comes around his desk. You'd never known him to be violent, but there's a sternness in his eye that makes you second guess your assumption.

With his eyes completely trained on you, Jim says in a low voice, "A girl as nice as you doesn't belong in a town like this."

The simple assertion infuriates you. But before you can voice your disapproval, Jim is pressing his lips over yours. And you're melting into it.

He kisses you like time is running out. Which, for a guy like him, might be true. Who knows, the next day he might be pulled right back through the veil that divides the world he knows and the one that has threatened his own for years now.

People like you were what made his job doable. As long as there were pretty girls like you and your saccharine mouth in quaint little towns like Hawkins just trying to get by...Jim Hopper would always have a job to do.

He pulls away, feeling as if he pushed you away from a moving train. In some selfish way, he thinks he's saving you when he says, "Now you can file whatever complaint you want. Then you can go. For your sake, get out of this town, kid."

You may not have put sugar in his coffee. But there was something sweet about your mouth. A sweetness that he couldn't bear to keep around for any longer.

He dismisses you quickly and you dawdle out of his office, already immortalizing the feeling of his cracked lips against yours and the sharp taste of cigarettes seeping into your own taste buds. 

If Jim's intention was to disgust you so thoroughly that you'd quit, he had no idea what he was up against. Because you find yourself wanting more. You find yourself touching the spot on your back where Jim's large hand had been, pulling you closer to him. If anything, he'd created his own monster; a fire that won't stop burning, no matter how much either of you might try to hide from it.

#chocolate box valentine event❣️ #stranger things #stranger things 4 #jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

[thevindicativevordan]

Tom King is giving Diana a daughter because he wanted to write the same dynamic between her, Jon, and Damian as his own kids. I was kinda hoping for developing Diana's existing cast not making an oc and making it about her because of the super sons.

Especially considering the last time King said he was doing something in comics because it related to his own family was when he took over Batman. He said he wanted to do Batcat because his daughter liked the ship. It ended up being a whole mess, the storyline was all over the place and the characterizations were unrecognisable.

Idk. Especially considering Donna, Cassie, and Yara are literally right there but instead we have this character based on his daughter so she can join Supersons shenanigans.

Anonymous asked:

Apparently, Wonder Woman's daughter named Trinity will be introduced in Wonder Woman #800. What do you think about it?

In a way this was inevitable.

With two of the original Trinity (oh boy this is going to be a pain now that we have to clarify who we're talking about) having kids, no way was DC going to pass up the opportunity to give Diana a kid too. My hope was that we would see Diana and Steve be built up as a couple first, but this is DC, they don't have time to slow down for anything. Naming her after Elizabeth Marston was a nice gesture, that much I am pleased by. Trinity/Lizzie has a great outfit at least, Sampere outright says he was going for an amalgamation of ever Wonder Woman's outfit. There's some Diana of course but I also see some Yara (confirmed by Sampere), Artemis, and Nubia too. Three lassos feels a bit overkill but I do dig expanding the mythology of the lassos, given that is Wonder Woman's iconic weapon.

King's reasoning for why he's introducing Lizzie, namely conceiving her in reaction to Jon and Damian, is not going to endear this character to the hardcore Wonder fandom. Seeing all the people in King's comments screaming for Batman to be the baby daddy certainly isn't making me that excited, boy do I hope that's not the route King is going with this one. Wonder Woman and her mythology has always struggled to be treated equal to Batman and Superman, introducing her new daughter by mainly talking about her relationship with Jon and Damian is not the strongest pitch in my eyes. Upside for Wondy fans is that if King totally blows it, this character will end up like his Helena Wayne, part of a future that never comes to pass. King doesn't have much room to win people over to Lizzie, he has to quickly establish her hook, otherwise everyone will just be screaming about how they would rather the already existing Wonderfamily should have gotten more use.

My hopes for this character:

Let her be either a Diana/Steve daughter or a clay baby herself

Give her a life outside of paling around with Jon and Damian

Make her personality stand out from her mother

Give her a relationship with the other Wonder Family members

Do all that and maybe Lizzie will stick around where King's Helena Wayne faded away.

#wonder woman #trinity #tom king #daniel sampere #lizzie prince

[emcads]

@norringtxn, from here.

❝    very well. think that if you like, but keep it to yourself from now on.   ❞

SHE HAS GROWN TIRED OF HIS PROFESSIONS OF LOVE, as if that changes anything between them, as if that alters his actions forgivable, and her shoulders bear the weight of the burden. every time she arrives in Port Royal's harbor ( to the quieter dock reserved for the navy and its suppliers ) she wants nothing more than to leave and NEVER RETURN. but Louisa would never abide that. and she owes it to her daughter to provide her some small SEMBLANCE of fatherly love, even if the man himself is a traitorous, lying coward.

❝    perhaps I have not done enough to make myself understood. you and I... we are finished, James. I am willing to do whatever necessary so that Louisa can know her father, but what we had ? that is gone.   ❞

if she nutured any hope of falling back into his arms again, it was PUT TO THE TORCH the very moment she'd learned of the mass executions he was overseeing under Beckett's direction. not only pirates, but civilians, women and children put to death for nothing more than doing business with men who made uncivilized earnings ( or god forbid, loving them. ) the lying, that she could have forgiven, even if she'd been promised to MARRY that man who hadn't existed at all. but to come back here, and find him a comfortable admiral, gladly plucking up the pairs of boots he had once professed to LOVE ? no. that was the truth. however much he protests otherwise.

of course she misses those whispered endearments in his arms, when she lets herself. the feeling of his fingers on her jaw as he grabs her chin to kiss her. the long strands of brown hair through her fingers, the scent of him after a battle that meant he was here, and safe. but it doesn't matter. he's proved her the fool once, and that is enough.

#norringtxn #v: norringtxn / disgraced / single mom. ( ࿐ྂ ) my captain and my emperor，let me say，before i strike this bloody stroke，farewell. #ouchie :)

[deaneverafter]

I don't think Beau has lack of communication skills it's just his ex was I want to use some choice words for her but I won't say them lol she always puts him down and doesn't let him talk so how would she know about his communication skills? It's her that doesn't have any also am I the only one who also hates the daughter? They both treat him terribly I hope Beau and Jenny get together I hope it's not something we're just seeing because they have tons of chemistry. I have another question for you why did they have that one guy and Cassie break up after that slowburn for them makes me think it'll be one of those she won't find the one until the end.

She's mean, I don't mind saying that. They both are, and it makes me so sad to see Beau humiliated, and so disheartened and upset. I can't imagine he could've done anything so bad as to deserve to be treated like that, because if it was something that bad, why would they even talk to him at all? Anyway, they've written him as such a good guy and Jensen has played him as so lovable that making him the bad guy now is just not even going to make any logical sense. Also, he doesn't owe her anything, he doesn't have to tell her about his investigations, she divorced him, so..... and anyway, if he had said something, he'd just get accused of trying to ruin their family weekend. We already saw how antsy he was about being at the camp, probably because he knew she'd overreact. If he'd actually said there was some danger, she'd just accuse him of being the problem. But then he didn't say anything, and now he doesn't have communication skills 🙄 The whole thing with Emily and her gift knife is...... interesting, because all I can think is, she treats Beau so badly, her fixating on the knife isn't going to endear her. But also, just as an individual, apart from her behaviour towards Beau, which is bad enough, she's not...... very likeable, in my opinion.

I also hope Beau and Jenny could be something, be there for each other and make each other happy. After everything, they deserve it (and this is totally unrelated to why I don't like the ex. Even if I felt that Beau and Jenny were totally platonic, I'd still want Beau to be able to move on from the past, and be happy. I'm still hoping that that's what the Carla dynamic will be about, working through his emotions and realizing that he's over Carla, that he'd just been holding on to the idea of the family he used to have, not any actual feelings about her. I don't really want him being humiliated running and pining after her, while she lives her happy life).

Oh, as far as I know, that's because the actor was busy, so they had to write him out, at least for now. He might come back, but considering that he's with Jerrie now, even if he comes back, I don't think there will be anything between him and Cassie. Which, I'm surprised to say I don't mind? I really liked their relationship, the slow burn was so slow that when they finally got together, it was very exciting. And when he got written out, I didn't think I'd be rooting for anyone for a while. But, I actually am enjoying her and Cormac's dynamic a lot. Her and Lindor had a nice, calm sort of romance, but with Cormac, there's a lot of chemistry, and it's much more intense. All things considered, I don't know that he'll end up being the One™️, and yeah, it might be a while before she finds the person she ends up with, but I am intrigued by this relationship!

[retvenkos]

Forgive me if this is too blunt or just out of the blue, but I've been thinking - imprisoned, rather, in my Bridgerton brainrot - and you are the best Fandom Psychoanalyst(tm) I know; every day I wake up with the dire need to be known and told by you. all this to say, which Bridgerton sibling do you think I'd vibe with the most? romantically or platonically, really, but I just have ~feelings~ about big family units and period dramas so yeah. this is a very random question so please just ignore it if you want askfbsjsb

oooooh..... believe it or not i actually have thoughts about this (because while i was on my bridgerton brainrot, i was trying to figure out how i could possibly end up knowing the bridgertons logically asdfghgfdfg. you were my link, actually, because i reasoned your family would be influential™ enough to be a Prominent Figure in london society - i'm thinking like the daughter of a marquis or something - and that you could be my friend somehow and easily introduce me (and my small army of siblings) to the bridgertons asdfgdsdf.)

anyway - thoughts and theories under the cut <3 (also, clara, i would do anything for you. you're never too blunt <3)

okay, so initially, when i was trying to figure out how you were connected to the bridgertons, i was trying to find one of the older sisters for you to be friends with, but honestly,,,, there was no right fit. not that i don't think you could be friends with them! it's just like,,,,, you wouldn't be friends who frequently call on each other during the season and spend hours at each other's houses. you'd be like,,,,,, friends who chat when walking in the park, or pass gossip on your way to your opera box, y'know? so i was thinking, trying out different scenarios, and then it hit me:

you'd clearly get along with hyacinth. she is by far one of my favorite characters in bridgerton, so maybe it's the fondness i have for both of you that creates such a pairing in my mind, but also i think that it's because you both have that spark! that spontaneity! that high-energy! that warmth and creativity! also, because she is younger than you, i feel like you'd find her sharp tongue and inability to lose an argument endearing. to me, hyacinth has all of the fun opinions of eloise, but actually knows when to hold her thoughts, or at the very least, how to keep her voice down so that it's palatable when out in society. plus, she doesn't give off an air of superiority, y'know? i feel like daphne and eloise do, and i feel like you wouldn't vibe with that.,. maybe it's because she's younger that i feel like she's more genuine and benign in her faults, but she just so fun, and i think you'd just find her very endearing. i could easily see her looking up to you - and i actually have thoughts about how you two would meet and become friends...

so here me out: hyacinth knows italian. it's actually a big plot point in her story, and she's like,,,, 3/4ths fluent, but my headcanon is that when she learns italian, her love for languages grows to astronomical levels. little kids with niche interests my beloved,,,,, she's already a big history buff (and i associate you with history, so i hope i'm right in thinking you like that too, lol), so with her love for languages, she's constantly pestering her siblings to get her a tutor for something more. ofc she's going to learn greek with a tutor, and be instructed in history as well, by dear hyacinth is simply rAvEnOuS in pursuit of her interests, and that leads her to bombarding daphne, begging her to teach her french. daphne is,,,,, how do i say it lightly,,,, an average student when it comes to languages, and she can't possibly let her siblings know (could you imagine the nuclear fallout when they realize she's not the perfect diamond she presents herself to be???) so she instead "casually" mentions to hyacinth that you speak both french and spanish fluently (and probably others too, regency girls really did have to do it all). and that during the social season, your family always comes to london... so if she truly wants to learn.... it's really not daphne hyacinth should be bombarding..... and she hears that you will be arriving in london shortly..... and the look in hyacinth's eyes is criminal. and like.... part of daphne feels bad, later, when hyacinth does go up to you, with her very matter-of-fact tone, asking you if you really do speak all of those languages, and if you have the time to call on her and teach her in the afternoons. after all, it's dreadfully boring just spending time with her stuffy old tutor and bRoThErS all day.... now, violet is rightfully horrified when she sees this go down - and even more upset when she realizes that level headed DaPhNe was the one to suggest it - so she immediately invites your family over for dinner to formally apologize (esp since i'm p sure a viscount is below a marquis), but you actually agree???? happily???? apparently you were very pleased to find another girl who loves history and languages, and hyacinth is very endearing, isn't she?? (and hey, maybe if your parents encouraged it because it was high time they have friends with influential members of the ton, it needn't be mentioned.) either way, you end up calling on the bridgerton household two times a week (sometimes three, if your schedule so permitted), and from there you slowly become close with daphne and colin as well, because aren't you so much better than their siblings, anyway? and lol, even anthony will start to make comments about you being his favorite sister (mostly when he's arguing with daphne, but also when eloise is being, well.... eloise...) and let me reiterate quickly and say you'd get along well with daphne, because really, she's an amiable girl and she has an inquisitive nature that makes her fun to chat with. and of course you'd get along great with colin. i get big best friend vibes with the two of you - colin would just make you laugh like you've never laughed before, and he'd always sneak you treats after helping hyacinth, and he'd walk with you around st. james park and delight you in all of his grand dreams of travel (and listen to you regale your own) and he'd be so genuine that i have no doubt you'd have quite the crush on him for a few years, which (sadly) doesn't go very far, but the ache ebbs with every passing moment, because it's colin. and he never knew, and you never told him, and how could you possibly hold anything against him when he is all the brightest things in the universe and made of the sun itself, and therefore unable to understand your stars? there are moments when your world slows, and you're caught in something you cannot speak of, your quiet vibrancy in the midnight sky is something breathtaking and beautiful to behold - but colin bridgerton can never see it, and can you hold it against him? when he's something apart from that? when he's something everyone feels, but few can ever reach? and even in those moments when colin's light fades - when he's at his lowest and eclipsed by that persistent moon - he can't see you. he can only see himself, and the absence of him, and he's always so far, and always so unknowing. he is colin, and that's all he ever can be.

and so you continue to fit in with the bridgertons - secure in your place, comfortable in this little hollow you've carved for yourself (filled with language and history, laughter and delight - spilled ink and untranslatable joy filling your days with beauty), and always writing to me, your bestie from overseas who will very soon join your household for a social season to stir up some drama <3. a new family???? with two strapping young boys???? at the ton?????? from the AmErIcAs?????? the politics! the scandal!

(how would we know each other? literally have no clue. maaaaaybe my grandfather would know your family since he's spanish, and ~connections are made~ and that's how we become pen pals??? maybe pen pals are just a thing™ that happens in the periphery of the bridgerton world??? idk idk. this is bridgerton. logistics do NOT need to be sound).

but anyway, as you continue to find yourself comfortable in the bridgerton household - calling on the family frequently, enjoying time with them at the theatre, walking through the pleasure gardens in their company, and generally fitting in as one of their own. during this time, you start to get some heat from your parents to get a move on with the marriage market. you haven't been out in society for too long, but your parents are probably like !!!! you know all the men of the ton !!!! we want you to be happy, but really, it's simply a matter of choosing, now. there's not going to be anything markedly different, anymore. which one do you think you could be happiest with?

(and honestly, being an Accomplished daughter of a marquess means you get your pick of the litter, clara. there is no shortage of men vying for your hand, and honestly? you've considered a few. benedict will laugh, if you ever mention it, and list off a million reasons why you shouldn't take them seriously. and he seems so genuine about it that you never stop to wonder if he's compiled a list of everyone's faults, just so he can brandish them the moment someone's name passes through your lips. and he seems so genuine and knowledgeable about it, that you always go to him, first. what do you think of so-and-so? and you'd sit across from him as he sketches, never knowing his subject has now changed to you. what does he think? he thinks there are worse catches - like poisonous snakes. or perhaps just a really large fish.)

and really, you and benedict get along perfectly - you always have, in your own way. he's always sort of been there, a quiet but kind presence that seems to make everything better. he's truly one of the most gentle souls you've ever met - not without his faults, of course (i haven't read his book but i hear miss julia quinn does not spare him from her list of toxic™ men) - but there's something about him that's contemplative and reasonable, and always searching for something. and since you always seem to have some semblance of an answer - even if it is just the belief that benedict is talented and could pursue anything his heart desires - you often sit down across from him and ask him to tell you about those nebulous thoughts of his. he has a question, you can see it a mile away. he has something he's searching for, you recognize that look, and who knows? maybe you have the solution in the palm of your hands. even if you just talk circles around an issue, it's usually enough to satisfy him. benedict has always been easy to please, though harder to understand. getting him to speak is easy enough, but getting at the heart of him is the trick - and sometimes you seem to have an ace up your sleeve. maybe it's in the way you don't really try. maybe it's in the way you always do something to catch him by surprise. maybe it's in the way you always have some new project to work on, or some new excitement to bring that fire into your eyes. maybe it's because he looks at you, and all he sees is someone he knows and someone he trusts, and someone he loves, but someone who is away from him already.

because, oh, does benedict know. benedict knows everything, so he knows about your feelings for colin, and he knows they're unrequited, and he knows it's villainous to love you, though he can't stop it, the same. and worst of all, he knows he loves you... but he also believes that the two of you would be a terrible match.

after all, it's not as though you seem all that initially compatible. you are like colin - blazing and vivacious, everywhere and gone, in pursuit of those days in the sun. and benedict is the opposite - quiet and self-deprecating, observant but unsure, idealistic and free, yet riddled with self-doubt. he wants to be more like you; and maybe that's what his love is, truly - admiration that's gone too far, romanticism that's lacking a realistic lens - or maybe that's just him doubting his own thoughts. (it wouldn't be the first time, after all. and it certainly won't be the last.) benedict would be happy with simply being seen. you wouldn't be fulfilled unless you've seen everything. he doesn't think either of you could ever be happy together. you'd both be settling for the other, and there's nothing benedict wants more than to be himself and to be free.

but wHy am i waxing poetic about benedict bridgerton falling in love with you??? is it simply for the angst??? simply for the ~yEaRnInG~ that i actually think is very on brand???? no, i actually think that despite all of benedict's Thoughts about how you would only make each other unhappy, you'd be perfect for each other - especially when your pastime is soothing his overactive mind. benedict has this quiet brand of rebelliousness while you are made of spontaneity. i think you very easily feed into the others brand of chaos, and that while you bring out the life inside of benedict, he cools down your summer heat. he can bring you back down to the earth, and you can show him the beauty of the skies, and it's a balance stricken that can't be achieved elsewhere. furthermore, you're both romantics, and there's no other way to describe it. you're both all in, with all your cards on the table. when you fall in love, you fall and fast and don't mind the fall. you enjoy it, actually. there's nothing quite like the joy of it all. when benedict falls in love, he falls swiftly and deep, and while it's a quiet storm that rages in his heart and mind, with the rest of him still trying to catch his breath, there's something about you that brings it out of him. no one can make him more forthcoming than you. no one can coax out his love so tenderly and so unabashedly than your sweet hand. and beyond that, there are times when you freeze in place - when you're paralyzed by something that's not quite fear, but not quite dejection, but slows down your world, the same. sometimes, you're quiet, and your sparks are distant stars, but you're still burning, the same. benedict sees you, then. he always has, and he always knows how to blanket you with the evening, and to find the beauty in the stillness the same, and how to hold you until morning.

uhhhhh.... i told you it was going to be rambling under the cut,,,,,,,,,,,,

i'm a little on the fence with breaking your heart over colin bridgerton, but you and benedict are the perfect combo of the impulsive-one being in love with the braincell-carrier-one, and a slow burn with a side dish of angst is my bRAND, clara! plus, like,,,, i've really thought about how similar you and colin are, and at first i thought that was perfect ship material but c'MON,,,,,,,, you know the benedict ship is superior asdfghgfdsdfhhgf, though both are absolutely perfect, and i could honestly see it going either way.

#asks #clara — 🌙 #not me staying up until midnight to write this — #it's a love language actually <3 #also this is unedited as always. i hope it isn't as incoherent as my screaming feels #also not to be That Person but which bridgerton brother/character do you think i'd pair off with the best???? #(also lol i had to copy and paste this like three times beacause tumblr wasn't letting me publish it - i hope its all here asdfghgfdsdfg) #if not..... #😔✌ press f to pay respects