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heisenberg-simp257 · 8 months

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Hey! It’s June 3rd! My birthday and i was wondering if you could do Heisenberg and his and reader’s kids to work together to celebrate and suprise reader on her birthday. Like Karl have like somewhat deep conversations with kids on what to get reader or make for her.

Also happy pride month everyone!!

Happy Belated Birthday! Better late than never, so I hope you enjoy!💖

Also, I’m going to use kids from another story I wrote...so the oldest is a girl named Anneliese and younger twin boys named Felix and Konrad.

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The Happiest of Birthdays!

Heisenberg isn't going to let your birthday just be an ordinary day. Thankfully, he's got some help this time around in order to ensure things go perfectly.

From the outside, it might look like the embodiment of Hell. A snowy landscape, cold and uninviting factory in which people go in but never come out, and not to mention the lycans prowling about. Not exactly someone's idea of a pleasant place to be.

However, for five people, it was home.

The walls weren't cold, and the inside was warm. It was a place of safety where three young children were born. It was just a place where you could live and grow with the man you loved. You've been here for years with Heisenberg, long enough to have a seven-year-old daughter named Anneliese and four-year-old twin boys named Felix and Konrad.

His seven-year-old daughter, Anneliese, looked a lot like you, h/c hair and just your overall face. Anneliese also had your attitude and was very well-behaved and kind. However, she had his stormy gray eyes. She was definitely his “favorite” and was the main reason he wanted another kid because she was so good.

He wasn’t expecting two kids in one go.

Felix and Konrad, who were around four-years old, looked just like him except Konrad had your e/c eyes. While they were your sons as well, they were exact replicas of him in terms of attitude.

It made sense that they were little shits sometimes.

It was also that time of year, the early months of summer, when your birthday was coming up once again.

And Heisenberg was NOT going to forget this time.

He was never one to be big on birthdays, so for the first couple years when you guys were still getting to know each other, it was never brought up so he didn't really think about. Then, when you guys had children, life was just too insane and chaotic to think about birthdays. And he also had the village and the other lords to worry about, so you let it all slide.

However, this time he was determined to make your day special, and he had three little helpers.

"Where the hell did you learn to bake?" Heisenberg questioned his daughter, who happily volunteered to make you something.

Right now, he had his children stuffed into one of his small workshops to conspire with him. (And knowing he might get in trouble, he made sure anything dangerous was properly hidden.) You were invited to have tea at Donna's, so you were out of the building. The idea of you in that doll infested house made him want to vomit, but at least you wouldn't know about anything he was plotting for your birthday.

"The kitchen." Anneliese responded with the pride of a seven-year-old. That answer was good enough for him.

When it came to birthdays, he never knew what to do. He never celebrated his own, so Heisenberg was unsure of what you would expect. He also never asked because he wanted it to be a surprise. Thankfully, the creativity of his children was helping him big time.

"We want to help!" The boys shouted with child-like enthusiasm. Heisenberg shushed them quickly, knowing that loud sounds would likely piss off the soldats that were lurking around.

And he was not in the mood to deal with them right now.

"Not in the kitchen. I already have that job." Anneliese stated and the boys pouted, Konrad looking ready to throw a tantrum.

"I already got a job for you two." Heisenberg said quickly to avoid any fights or tears. They looked at him eagerly, so he had to think quickly.

"I bet your mother would love a handmade gift from you both." He said with a smirk, knowing that crafts were the best way to entertain the four-year-olds.

"What about a puppy?" Felix said.

"Absolutely not." Heisenberg responded quickly, which resulted in another pout.

Once ideas were put into place, Heisenberg moved the kids into the living space. He had some ideas on how to decorate, but he put his children to work first as any responsible parent would do. Felix and Konrad began to make cards for you as Heisenberg worked on his own gift. Anneliese began her work in the kitchen (which worried her father slightly), and he was relying heavily on her expertise, which didn't say much considering she was only seven. That said, she still could probably bake better than him, and he was not about to crawl on his knees to get something made from Lady Dimitrescu.

Then he really would vomit.

"Done!" He heard his daughter say about an hour later. He figured that making something like a cake would take longer, but what did he know. His boys were almost done as well he noticed while walking by.

"Let's see what you...got..." Heisenberg's voice trailed off when he came into the kitchen and noticed the masterpiece his daughter made for you.

It was supposed to be a cake, but whatever he was looking at was definitely NOT edible. That's what happens when you leave a child in charge of baking.

The undercooked doughy round mess he was looking at had frosting that was distributed unevenly, and "Happy birthday mom!" was written sloppily on top of it. Heisenberg internally winced, thinking he probably should've been supervising, but hey, you'd probably find this cute.

"Do you like it?" She asked, bouncing on her toys. He had to lie.

"It's amazing, princess." Heisenberg praised while picking up his daughter and kissing her head, making her laugh. He placed her down and shooed her out to make a card for you with her brothers, who just finished theirs.

They showed him with glee, and he couldn't deny how cute they actually were, so he knew you'd love them.

"Alright you two, help me decorate." Heisenberg ordered after ruffling their hair. They cheered and Anneliese finished quickly so she wouldn't be left out. As the living room brightened up a bit with balloons and so forth (that the Duke was happy to sell to him), he realized how piss poor this was gonna probably be in comparison to what you were used to. But when all was done, he was still impressed with his work.

"When your mother gets home, what do you say?" He quizzed the children as they sat on the couch.

"Happy birthday!" They all exclaimed with the enthusiasm of children and he nodded.

"Alright you little gremlins, go do something as I work." Heisenberg said as they rushed off. With them keeping busy, he was able to use his powers to finishing making his gift for you. Smiling to himself, he hoped you would appreciate it.

And then, the hour arrived when you came home.

"Happy birthday mommy!" The shouts of your children probably could be heard throughout the whole village as your legs were tackled by your brood.

"Goodness me...were you guys waiting all day?" You asked, giving them hugs. They all nodded before dragging you to the living room, not even minding the stuff you had in your arms that Donna gave you as a gift.

But your mind was blown as you saw the decorations.

"Well...someone remembered my birthday." You said teasingly when you noticed Heisenberg walk into the room. He already had that look on his face that told you not to start shit. But despite that, he took the load from your arms and set in on a side table before giving you a kiss.

"Happy birthday Y/N." He said in that stoic tone of his before moving to have you guys sit on the couch.

"You did all this?" You asked, amazed. Heisenberg was never one to care about this kind of stuff. He shrugged.

"I had help." He admitted, and on cue, the three kids rushed back into the room (you never even noticed them leaving) with their hands full. Suddenly, your vision was blocked.

"We made you cards!"

"I baked you a cake!"

"Dad even made you something!"

You gently pushed them back, smiling at their enthusiasm. With the patient of a good mother, you thumbed through each card and praised your daughter for a job well done (but Heisenberg could tell that you were just as concerned as he was. He could tell baking lessons were in his daughter's future.) However, you were quick to notice that last statement.

"You made me a present?" You asked him with an arched brow. Heisenberg glared at Konrad, who was the kid that spilt the beans.

"You little shit..." He growled, but his son just giggled. Konrad knew his dad well enough to notice the hollow aggression.

But you slapped his shoulder for cursing.

"Yes...I made you something." He sighed in defeat before getting up to retrieve said something. Meanwhile, Anneliese sat beside you while Konrad climbed into your lap. Felix took his father's seat. When Heisenberg returned, he scooped the four-year-old up with one arm in order to sit down once more. In his other hand, he gave you a small box.

You shifted Konrad around in order to properly open the box. As you did so, Heisenberg glanced at the wall while holding his other son tightly for a bit of comfort. He was nervous and embarrassed right now. Once you finally had the gift exposed, he heard you gasp a bit.

"I love it..." You said with a smile, which made relief flood through his body.

Heisenberg had managed to make you a picture frame, decorated with little sculptures of your favorite animals. And the inside contained a picture of the whole family that he managed to find in a drawer somewhere. Coming from him, it was an absolutely loving gesture.

"I-It was nothing...but you're welcome." He said while moving a hand to rub the back of his neck. You moved your son better in your lap to scootch over and hug him a bit. He blushed, especially when his other kids decided to join in on the hug.

"H-Hey...this day is about you, so let's move on." Heisenberg said while shifting the children off and standing up. You just laughed before complying, his beet red face making you give in.

"Of course."

The evening went on smoothly with a small celebration in honor of you. Heisenberg was thankful for your kids making it cheerful because he knew he probably looked confused or embarrassed half the time (it didn't help that you kept bringing up how much you loved him for doing this.) Eventually, the time came that Anneliese begged you guys to try her cake. As parents, you guys weren't able to get out of this or else. Heisenberg was just hoping that neither of you get food poisoning.

Soon, the children were ushered off to bed and he had you all to himself.

"I actually got one more gift for you...if you want it." He said with a suggestive grin as you guys went to the bedroom. You smirked at him.

"Can I expect this every year?" You asked and he grinned more.

"You can expect it every night." He responded and you moved to slap his chest, making him chuckle.

"You know what I mean." You said, grinning once more and he shrugged.

"Depends." He responded simply, taking his hat off. You watched him as he sat on the bed.

"On what?"

"How much Anneliese improves her baking skills."

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Happy birthday Anon! From Author-Chan to you!🎊🎊

#resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil village imagines #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg imagine #karl heisenberg x reader

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evita-shelby · 4 months

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Incantatrice

Chapter 20

Cw: murder, suicide, ghosts and blood

A/N: friends, romans, countrymen, it has been an honor to write this fic with y'all

Special thanks to @thegreatdragonfruta @zablife @wandawiccan60 @call-sign-shark @cljordan-imperium and @minaethrym

It has been a year since Grace died in his arms. Had she lived would their marriage have survived the year, he wonders?

Would she have lived to leave him and take Charlie or would she have stuck by his side even as the Italians kill them one by one?

Tommy is pushed to call for a truce after Arthur’s death. So close to Grace’s death that their funerals take place the same day even if a year apart.

First John now Arthur. Only Finn remains and he has been packed off to Boston with Ada and Karl for their safety.

“Where will you go?” Polly asks him after she tells him of her plans to go to Australia and find Anna’s grave. Michael is hesitant to go, but keeps his knowledge of Polly’s deal with Luca a secret.

Self-preservation trumps all after all. Not that he blames them.

“Hell, finally.” Tommy is strangely at peace with it.

With Grace and Lizzie and little Charlie he had considered staying alive, but now he knows it was never the sapphire, he is the curse.

As long as he lives, everyone he loves will keep dying.

First with Grace and now with Arthur.

He might make it easier for Luca and just take his revolver into his mouth. No one but Tommy Shelby can kill Tommy Shelby.

They have lost anyways.

“I would have said there is still a chance, but I don’t think there is even if we had divine intervention.” The witch taps the card that came next in their last reading.

Two of cups, failure, loss.

The vendetta would be over, the Changrettas the winners.

But at least its over.

“If you can keep an eye on Charlie for me, I would forgive you for betraying me, Pol.”

His aunt nods sadly, and leaves to catch the last train to London.

“Do it, Thomas, we will be together again, me and you and Charlie watching us from heaven with Lizzie and little Ruby.” Grace’s voice said as if she stood behind him.

The way she adds Charlie’s name sends a shiver down his spine.

Had the Italians killed him?

“Luca doesn’t keep his promises, my love, he took my sweet boy even if he wasn’t your son.” The ghost says and he turns to see her in her modest clothes when she was a barmaid, when she pretended to be the woman he fell in love with. “Join us, while we wait for the others, Tom. Just take the gun and join us.”

And he does.

Thomas Shelby is thirty-six years old when he takes his own life.

On a two of cups he wrote: “You did not keep your word.”

And just like that, it is over.

The villain defeated, the dead avenged and England ripe for the taking.

And yet Eva’s wine tastes like blood all the same.

It never got easier for her, killing even indirectly always made her see how further and further the light is.

“Tonight we celebrate our victory, maga. Tomorrow my mother comes with the children and our new life truly begins.” Luca takes the glass and kissed her hands drenched in blood only she can see.

“You killed them all didn’t you?” He is covered in blood as well, but his have the handprints of children on his pristine white shirt.

Luca plays dirty, she should’ve known he wont let them live.

“A vendetta is a vendetta, I couldn’t take any chances, Eva.” He explains his actions so well she can almost believe his lies.“I didn’t want to, but I had to, vita mia.”

He wanted then dead, always has.

His brother and father’s death only gave him the reasons to finally do it.

“Why?” she asks as to why he’d go so far.

Polly and Michael never got on their train, Ada and the two boys never reached Benjamin Younger where he waited for them to start their life together.

Every single drop of Shelby blood had been spilled over the earth on his orders while they celebrated Tommy’s suicide.

“Because I don’t forgive those who betray me.” Luca’s hold on her wrists become manacles, manacles that won’t ever come off now.

The shadow that she saw the day they married had never left, how could it leave when it had become them.

A year ago today the shadow had begun to consume Luca and now the transformation was complete.

The man who stands before her has become the true devil of Birmingham, and she his queen.

He is not the man you think he is, she can hear Audrey’s warnings.

But I do know him, the witch reminds herself, they’d been married for six years and she knows him.

She should’ve known he wasn’t going to stop until everyone was dead. And now that Shelby was gone, he wouldn’t stop until all of England fears the Black Hand.

Sabini will learn that the hard way when he outlives his use to her husband. Poor little Aurora will die just like her parents and siblings will too.

And because she loves him, she will help him every step of the way.

“A good thing I never plan to, mi amor.” The witch let go of his hands and wrapped them around his neck.

No matter what she will never regret choosing him over all the men the world had offered her that day.

With a kiss she lets the darkness consume her as it seeps in through her mouth in a loving kiss.

Fin

#eva smith shelby #luca changretta x eva smith #luca x eva #incantatrice #luca wins the vendetta au #peaky blinders fanfiction #evacore #tw: blood #tw: suidice

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lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 1 year

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Hey fellow Beatrix stan~💋 Was thinking about how Beatrix does not have a title like “the demon king’s daughter” or “the white rose”. If she had a title, what do you think it would be?

Let me die, let me drown, lay my bones in the ground

I will still come around when the time for sleep is through

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale

Do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

AHHH hello!! I love fellow Beatrix stans, I literally think about her 24/7. Thank you so much for this ask. It brings me so much joy to be able to talk about her and put down in writing the various ideas I have about her, even though it is very late I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Personally, I feel as though Beatrix has been an enigma throughout the short glimpses we got of her.

Especially as a vampire who has such a long history, most of these are simply theoretical based on what limited information there is about her. If that makes sense?

- Ice Princess

- Queen of Hearts

- Plain Woman

Ice Princess is probably the first one that came to mind with her, I think her impassive exterior is one formed over a long period.

From her actions, she has this callous care for the people around her that I think came from being one of those quiet children that meant well but stayed silent unsure of when they were allowed to speak, so she stayed content in not having to stand in the limelight. So she was probably someone quite introverted, hence when it came to being put out like a puppet her flight or fight response literally caused her to … freeze.

As far as I’ve understood from the way she treats her sons, she almost has an avoidant personality, many people do this by dissociation or simply ignoring things that will complicate their situation at hand, the worst part is it’s never on purpose and they feel guilt but it’s what they believe is for the best.

By choosing not to respond or give in to bait, and never being able to gain the courage to leave her mental castle, in a way she traps herself in her own tower from others because of something that occurs in her life that is so violent, unpredictable, something so out of her control.

It is the catalyst for her mask, like most children raised in these conditions they often find comfort in these abusive situations as it’s something familiar to them, and because her most frequent response became to avoid as much conflict as she could; the persona she now exudes is hardened, cold-blooded, and someone who needs control. Someone that puts priority and duty first not out of obligation or responsibility but as a survival tactic.

Which is my explanation for the ‘ice’ bit.

The princess bit is what I think is a bit more obvious, in comparison to Cordelia who is of viboran and first blood descent which makes her so important as a foreign bride of another powerful - if not equally powerful - clan.

Or Christa who is second or third? cousins with Karl which clearly solidifies her lineage as the blood of the imperial monarch of vampires.

Beatrix would come from nobility, partially as someone who would need solid legitimacy and also because it puts a balance to powers within the court because Cordelia strengthens the power of foreign ministers. Christa reinforced the power of royalists within the court the nobles would be neglected.

Within the peerage of nobility, the highest are the Dukes, usually 2 or more within every empire to restrict the power of the royal family, this is why many of their titles are also Prince or Princess before they inherit their duchy’s, or Your Highness.

Not to be confused with royal titles which are Your Royal Highness, otherwise, you might just be tried for treason and killed.

Again because the main responsibility of ducal families is to limit royal power, hence their families are kept separate. No marriages.

Normally the second most important rank in the peerage - the Marquises - would marry into the Royal Family.

So if there were a need for revolt it wouldn’t be cousin vs cousin or brother vs sister as coups are led by the Ducal Families so whoever wins has to execute all family members on either side and that would simply be crude.

Beatrix was an exception however and as a Ducal Princess the only one relevant enough to challenge the rights of the other wives.

So came the title ‘ Ice Princess’ in her younger years

Queen of Hearts is something I feel occurred once she became more established within her role.

I imagine it was a title of jest at first, where in the years after her marriage Cordelia spent her time throwing lavish balls and travelling the country from noble family to family under the guise of forming connections and spreading patronage; Beatrix was the polar opposite.

She spends long hours confined within her palace sorting through documents, attending royal ceremonies, meeting with officials, dignitaries and ambassadors. She looks through contracts and complaints within constituencies. As most would expect, such thorough combing through of the parliament and court led to quite a lot of lords and influential people being stripped of power, exiled, or executed.

Hence the trail of rolling heads at her feet led to the title ‘ Queen of Hearts.

However, near the end of crimson and amber leaves that once decorated the demon world, comes a new joy. His royal highness, crown prince Shu who is the firstborn of Karlheinz and Beatrix Sakamaki; it’s such a joyous occasion even the demon world’s winter couldn’t damper the hopeful festivities in hopes that he’d make it through the winter.

And he did.

Thus with his birth, and the first obstacle overcome with the resilience of a righteous ruler emerges a new Beatrix from her cocoon. Most are stunned at the frequency, they see her look content if not joyous in the presence of her little sun; she takes him out on parades around the nation and far travels.

Soon disperse the rumours of the plain, bookish woman who is their queen, for who better represents vampiric values than Beatrix. Someone who puts her family and duty first and frivolous activities second, never faltering in her politeness and gracefulness not to mention her striking looks that their prince has inherited. Vividly displaying power and commandeering those around her, they soon grow proud to have someone like her as Queen.

Especially with the work she puts into improving the social, economic and political situation within the country; her hard work evident in the new improved infrastructure, the peace treaties developed, so that some day her son shouldn’t have to lead armies like her husband once has.

So came a new meaning to Queen of Hearts, it wasn’t often someone became monarch and deserved their title.

It was to the extent even Karlheinz was forced to change inheritance laws, for so long only divorced or widowed women could own titles, but in the beginning of spring when more exciting news of her being pregnant again spread ‘The Act of Succession’ was passed, that if a husband were to pass his wife/mother of his eldest child shall take his title till his eldest child (not son) is of age unless specifically passed to another in his will.

It was enough to start outcries, and debates but in the end no one could deny faults within Beatrix as their ruler, and even if they never became regent monarch they happily let her rule their hearts.

Plain Woman had to be the most vicious of the nicknames Beatrix had gained in her time, for what did someone with such pure intentions know of the mental games that would exhaust her soul in the next century.

Obviously Beatrix was beautiful, but in the twisted comparison to the other wives not even the strongest mental fortitudes could resist it's slow decay.

Cordelia with her exotic features, enchanting lilt from her accent, and seductiveness that poured from the cells that made her or even Christa with her innocent pretty features, oh she was as pretty as the moon itself, with her illustrious silver strands and blood-wine eyes.

In comparison, Beatrix often wondered in the colder afternoons, when she would sit alone for hours on end her tea long cold, staring at her ink stained hands, knobbly and ugly, her straw like hair heavy, and her dull goulish skin in the reflection all she can wonder why was this the one truth Cordelia had to utter in all of her lies.

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waiting for superman | m.s47

title: waiting for superman part 5 (final)

characters: you/reader/catherine, mick schumacher

summary: when your father (a former ferrari mechanic) was diagnosed with alzheimer's, your world turns upside down. you had to give up your city life, get back to your village to take care of your father. but what hurts the most is being so close to him and seeing him not remember you (catherine) as well as every precious moment in his life with you. you start to questions about everything until mick schumacher (your childhood best friend) comes back into your life and teaches you life lessons that you're sure will remember forever.

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you used to be alert, always on your toes, ready to for an action when you hear your father's name. it could have been nothing serious and yet, you would be the one to worry about his state. you used to know what to do when someone informs you that they see karl in the middle of nowehere, or when he is having another episode of tantrum as much as it strangely sounds. you were like the black widow in your own movie. however, something isn't quite right in your systems today, right now, and you couldn't understand it.

for the first time since your father got sick, when you hear your father's name from annie through the phone just now, and when she said that your father doesn't have much time, you didn't understand what she meant as if it wasn't clear enough. or maybe you did, but you didn't know what to do. meanwhile, you remember one year ago, as soon as the news about your father being diagnosed with alzheimer's, as soon as you accepted that this illness isn't going to make your father any better, you were prepared for this. you're prepared to lose your father despite him being the only family you have left. however, when it actually happens tonight, you found yourself not believing anything annie had said and hence, you're standing there as if nothing serious happened. if not, why is mick still having a conversation with the rest of your small group and not noticing how pale you are beside him?

you can say that you're lucky the vettels kids notice how you suddenly disconnected from the world, didn't hear the loudest one when she calls your name. you're like frozen beside mick, looking pale, and the kids would nudge you and pull you to continue play chase with them, but you wouldn't budge. it's like you're anchored on the spot beside mick. the youngest one started to cry, scared of something that might happen to you with your sudden change. the middle one just stood there, staring at you as if looks could wake you up from your trance. but the eldest one gets to his mother, pulls her arms to get her attention and points his finger at you.

"catherine, are you okay?" hanna asks. her voice is so gentle, so motherly. you remember when you were a young girl, you used to ask your father why you've never had a mother. and your father refused to answer your question until one day you shouted at him, saying how he was not a good father and husband that your mother left you. and that's when your father realised that you're old enough for the truth. since then, you never asked about her again but admittedly, you long for a mother's love.

the chatters around your circle immediately stops. you had all eyes on you. mick, gina. even norbert is worried about you because he knows about your father as well. well, by this far, amongst your closed circle, who wouldn't? even the kids had stopped playing and hug their mother's legs as they watch you. you felt someone's warm hand carressing your back and that's when a tear drops onto your cheek. and maybe it's the way mick jumps in front of you, as if protecting you from the media and public from seeing your wet eyes; maybe it's the way sebastian's family and mick's family had their concern look on you that you felt so vulnerable but in a good way; maybe it was hanna's motherly voice that made you cried harder.

"catherine?" mick isn't the only person who panicked, but he is the only person who asked since he's closest to you. "hey, why are you crying?"

honestly, you didn't hear a thing that came out from mick's mouth as annie's voice still lingers around your ears as if she's still on the phone with you. you father doesn't have much time is repeating itself like a broken record and you didn't know how to shut it down. so you stayed frozen, still not in the zone. mick's voice continued to muffle as he squeezes your upper arms to get your attention. as your visions continue to blur, you keep telling yourself to move, to say something, stop crying, but you're just numb, in the middle of the paddock, at an event, in front of mick, gina and sebastian's family, and people.

but good thing the fireworks are still playing somewhere behind mick, aren't they? because there was a pop of the fireworks snaps you out of your trance, wiping your eyes and the tear stains on your cheeks. you see mick's worried blue eyes and if that isn't the most relieveing thing in the world, you don't know what else is. he had his palms cupping your cheeks. now, as your senses coming back to you, you can finally hear every bit of mick's words.

"oh, catherine! you're freaking me out! please tell me what's wrong. do we need to get back right now? has something happened to your father?"

"mick..." you manage to croak. "my---my father---"

yes. exactly. that's what everyone of them here thinks. samething happened to your father. it explains why you were so out of daze, like your soul flew out of your body, like you were dead for a few seconds, like you were taken somewhere else. you got mick scared the most when you didn't respond when he tried to get your attention.

everything else that happened after that was a blur. you noticed the other adults talking amongst themselves, as if discussing something while you stand there, not knowing what to do. you were aware of how mick's hand wrap around yours as he leads you back to haas hospitality. and he doesn't let you go when he enters haas motorhome, packs his clothes in his driver's room, also when he came to meet his manager. it's like he is afraid that you would get lost or faint behind him and he didn't notice

there are many factors as to why he never let you out of his sight, even for one second, but if there's one word that could sum it up is: care. mick cares for you. mick cares how the change of the paddock made you jumpy. he cares how the fireworks make you cringe. he cares how the new faces on the paddock make you small and insecure even though he doesn't understand why. you are the daughter to a former ferrari mechanic. you were an engineer. you are respected as much as other people on the paddock.

while you wait for mick to make his schedule free (at least, for the next few days), gina had gone back to the hotel you share with her. she helps you pack your clothes, other items that are probably scattering around on the bed, on the table, in the washroom. gina could get mixed up with some of her items, thinking that they're hers, but you don't think it's a big of a deal. she's going to come home sooner or later, anyway. she can bring them back to you when she's home.

when you get on the last flight home, there is one thing that you wish you could do: convince the mercedes-amg team principal to lend you their private jet and pilot so you could be home sooner. because now, as you're sitting at the economy's three seated aeroplane, you cannot stop yourself from shaking in your seat while keeping your eyes out of the window, overlooking the dark sky. and you're biting your nails. something that you haven't done in years. and if there's one more thing that you would wish is that, to get another chance with your father. even if it only means to see him for the last time.

"please wait for me, dad," you repeat what you told your father before leaving for abu dhabi on saturday.

oh, it was only yesterday that you last saw him. and it was so... crazy how in under one day that he's gone. just like that. or was it because that you didn't pay enough attention on him? that---that time when he rested his hand on yours. was that the sign? was he trying to tell you something from that movement? was he trying to tell you to stay? or was it a goodbye?

the thought of your father never left you even when you feel a hand on your knees, as if telling you to calm down, that you're worrying too much. well, it seems that your body agrees with him because your legs did stop shaking. you turn towards the person and only see a pair of sad eyes looking at you. mick has always knew what to say when tough times are hitting you, but not in this kind of situation, no. he keeps looking at you. his jaws flexing. he is trying his best to say something to comfort you, but nothing came out.

"he was okay when i left him, mick," you whisper weakly. "how---how can he---"

and you stopped yourself because a bile got stuck in your throat. you gulp, blink away your tears but more stream down to your cheeks.

"i'm sorry, catherine," mick says when he finally found his voice. "but i promise everything will be okay."

you shake your head. "it won't. we know it won't."

you start to look away again, to hide your glassy eyes from mick even though it's useless to do so. but at the same time, you cannot see his face right now. that look he had when he hates himself because he cannot help you. but it's okay, you thought. there are some things that we cannot control ourselves and it's enough that he is by your side right now. there's no other person that you would like to be with, in this situation, except with mick. and his family.

and as if reading your mind, mick says "don't worry, okay? i will be here with you." mick gives you a small assuring smile that you return with a thankful one. "now, come here. you need to sleep. we still have four hours to go. one transit. and another six hours until we reach home."

when you finally close your eyes and fall asleep in mick's embrace, you dream nothing.

"catherine! hey, wait---"

mick was not trying to stop you from meeting your father who is in the ICU. he would consider evil if he did that to you---to anyone---given that he had the same experience back when he was a teenager. but you are in a hospital. and you shouldn't be running and being loud as if there's no one else in the ward who probably needs the same amount of rest and attention as your father. he watches you sprint towards the counter, talking to a woman behind the counter, nodding a few times before bolting to your left without looking back at him. mick grunts, jogs towards you and just in time to catch you, who is already inside a lift.

you couldn've sworn that you saw mick glaring at you as he stands close beside you in the lift. maybe he was pissed that you left him by himself at the front entrance. and if it weren't because of his ethletic energy, he wouldn't be here with you right now in the lift. as much as you want to apologise mick for that, you decided that you could that later. maybe after seeing karl. right now---

ding!

once the lift doors open, you are running once again. out of the lift, towards an unfamiliar hallway that leads you to a ward room. and a particular memory that resides somewhere in mick's brain brought mick once again to when you were younger, when michael was still a ferrari driver and karl was still their mechanic. and how that time you used to travel with the schumachers to f1 races because that's the only way karl would allow you to come to his work place. you were always sticking with them until when you saw your father and you excitedly ran towards him. there were smiles on both of your faces as karl lifted you up, spun you around like a princess, and walked hand-in-hand to only God-knows-where. it was one of the most beautiful scene in mick's memory and a happy one. it has nothing to do with the current situation.

mick jogs close behind you and stops when he sees you hugging annie in front of a door.

"annie! i'm sorry! i'm sorry i'm late! i'm---!"

"hey, catherine. shhh, it's alright. your father is still there. you can calm down." annie sounds exhausted but for catherine and karl, she stays awake. "you can come in anytime you're ready. hi, mick."

mick tries to smile at annie but the scrunch of his face make it seems like he hates the smell of the hospital. though, annie wouldn't blame him. she used to work in the hospital before, taking care of people, wipe someone's butt, trimming their pubes hair, holding a person's hair when she is vomitting, cleaning someone's urine on the hospital floor. and not to mention when the patient suddenly lost exessive blood, suddenly burst out of their wound.

but mick... he had always hated the hospital not because of the sick people or the smell of the antiseptic liquid. but it's the image of his father that appears at the back of his eyes. how he, even as the son, has to wait for the right time and the visiting hour to see his dad. he tried to move on from it especially when his work requires him to see the doctor frequently but the truth is, he could never. but for you, he braves himself and follows you inside your father's ward room. he thought you didn't notice him, but you can imagine his surprise look when you link your fingers with him as both of you stand beside your father's hopital bed. you squeeze mick's finges, as if he was the one who needed the encouragement.

both of you watch as your father slowly and painfully breathing behind the oxygen mask, eyes wild as he searches for your voice above him. these wires. the machines. you know this isn't something that you will forget easily especially seeing how the man behind the oxygen mask halfly doesn't look like your father at all. seeing him lying helplessly on the hospital bed, it's hard to remember how he looked like when he was still healthy because this image in front of you is all that you can remember now. and possibly forever.

you reach your father's hand with your free hand. his skin calloused under your fingertips. "dad, i thought i told you to wait for me."

the man on the bed didn't show any sign that he understands you. neither did he show any sign that he recognises you, but he does stare at you when he hears someone else's voice in the room.

"dad, i'm sorry for leaving you. i---i shouldn't have left you... like mum did. i shouldn't---if i didn't leave two days ago, you wouldn't be here." you sob.

mick, who was standing beside you this whole time, suddenly snaps out of this own world. there is voice in his head saying, "it's your fault" as he watches your father on the hospital bed, not having any idea that the woman standing before him is his daughter. he shouldn't have gotten you that vip access. he shouldn't have begged you to come to watch his and sebastian's last race in abu dhabi grand prix. he shouldn't have let you leave your father's side. he shouldn't told you that he booked the flight tickets, hotel rooms, had a driver ready for her when she arrived in saudi arabia, made you feel guilty so that you will eventually agree to come. if he had done nothing of these, your father won't have fallen sick that annie had to call the ambulance and got him taken to the emergency.

mick suddenly let go of your hand. your head snaps towards the space between your hands before looking up at mick. confusion written on your face, but instead of explaning, mick turn around for a run.

"hey, how's it---oh. i thought you were catherine," annie says outside of the ward room. "hey, mick!" and annie didn't mean to shout in the quiet hallway. she knows how to respect othe patients inside other ward rooms, but mick had run away from annie. and when the clicking sound of the door greets him, he runs faster towards the stairs.

"mick, would you stop?! mick!" you run after the young man, leaving annie with an eyebrow raised. you are sure that you owe so much to annie. after living with you for about more than a year, annie has put up alot of behaviour, your mood swings, your rebellion, your tantrum. as you run after mick right now, you suddenly feel sad with the thought of her leaving you after your father...

you stop yourself from thinking about it now. you continue running after mick. and oh God, why must he chose the stairs? "mick, would you care tell me what's wrong?"

"leave me alone," mick says.

"mick, come on! we're not teenagers anymore!"

"nothing, catherine. i just need some fresh air." mick tries to keep himself composed.

"you can do that with me!" you shouted. your voice echo in the empty, hollow emergency exit of the hospital. you glance at the one side of the wall and see a LG sign. and your voice gives so much impact on mick that he immediately stops running. his hand pauses on the door knob. "mick, i can tell something is in your mind right now. please, tell me."

mick doesn't move. he keeps his eyes on his hand on the door knob. his heart is pounding in his ears. from the running, from the anger towards himself, from your voice. he once swore to himself that he would take care of you until his last breath, even if you didn't end up marrying him, but he wants to do that to you. however, this guilt... he's not sure about that now. he cannot look at your face and not see that he was the reason behind those tears. he had caused your father to---

mick gulps. "i'm sorry, catherine."

you frown. "for what? mick, for what? tell me, please. we don't have much time. my father is---"

"your father wouldn't be here if i didn't buy you that damn tickets."

"what?"

there is a pause as mick contemplates with himself. he is in a dilemma between opening up to you or continue to run away from the problem, ghost you because, apparently, that's best option he has in mind. he cannot see your face knowing that it was his fault your father, the only family you have left, is leaving you because of him and his selfish decision.

finally, mick sighs and turns around to face you. it's one of those nightmares for you to see him with eyes red and him to see you desperate for explanation. but if there is one thing that he remembers both his parents taught him was not to leave the person you love hanging. bad things will always happen in a relationship, in friendship. and it hurts to tell the truth and see the reaction on the other person's face, but never leave them without trying.

and that's what mick is doing right now. he loves catherine so much that he could risk his life in anything. both of you had gone through so much together. you were one of the few people who were there for him when michael got into that tragic accident. you were there on the track side to support him in karting, in the formula series. it was his fault that he didn't see you you any sooner. and now that he got you, he doesn't want to let you go. or his mother will give him the silent treatment.

"your father, catherine." mick is shaking. you can hear it in his voice. and he can take as much time he can to talk, but the fact that your father could die any time now, makes you on edge. "if i didn't buy that stupid tickets and didn't force you to come and watch me on my last race, he wouldn't be hospitalised."

"i'm sorry for throwing you in this situation, catherine," mick continues. "and---and i get if you--"

"mick." you take a few steps closer toward mick. "look, i'm sorry if i ignored you just now. i just---i'm just so worried about my father. okay? and mick, it's not your fault my father is here now. and i flew to abu dhabi because i wanted to, not because you forced me to. i knew how it meant to you and sebastian if i were there with you guys."

mick doesn't know what to say. he is so angry at himself and adore the way you handle the situation. how could he not see this on you before? how could he abandon you and hurt you instead? he doesn't deserve, does he? even though you agreed to to be his girlfriend, you let him kissed you in front of billions of people after the race, he still doesn't deserve you.

"so please stop with that 'everything is my fault' bullshit, okay? and i thought you said that you will always be by my side. you're going to break the promise now? after you kissed me in front of everyone---literally everyone---after park femme?"

mick snorts. after all these years, he is amazed how he is still surprised with all your little snide remarks as if you could read his mind. he lets his hand on the knob go and hugs you.

"i know you won't." you smile back at mick.

maybe annie shouldn't have let you know this, but she figures she didn't want to lose your trust and feel guilty for the rest of her life when you and her parted ways after your father dies. so she tells you anyway.

the truth is, soon after you left for abu dhabi, your father showed a bad sign and annie instinctively called the ambulance and soon, she was inside the ambulance with your father on the bed. karl was hospitalised and warded immediately while waiting for the on-duty doctor to check up on him. she was not allowed to take care of karl like how she does at home since they have nurses to look after him.

she wanted to call you soon, but thought you were busy. and she thought that, after years, you might miss the life you once had back then, and let you have all the fun. let annie and her only to worry about karl. she was about to take a relieved sigh, but the next thing she knows, the doctor told her that karl doesn't have much time left.

annie was taught not to panic in any kinds of situation she is facing, but when she heard that from the doctor, she panicked. maybe it was her fault that she has taken you and karl and everything about you two personally that she feels as if you're her family now. but after a year of living with you, how could she not feel as such?

she called you to deliver the unfortunate news. and she called again and again and again, even when she was still taken to voicemail after a few more tries. she stopped for a few minutes. and called again when the doctor had informed her that the oxygen mask had no function to karl anymore. it's either you bring karl home to save you from the expensive hospital fee or let him go. here. in the hospital. take off that oxygen mask and let him free of his misery. because there's no cure for alzheimer's disease even though, initially, it was cardiac arrest that took karl to the emergency department.

you didn't know what to do. you wanted to bring your father home. you wanted your father for as long as you could but annie had told you that you were selfish for doing so. with her advice, you agreed to let the doctors take off the oxygen mask and do their stuffs. and you were there to watch, with annie by your side. you wish mick could be here but the hospital was strict with their regulations. only family members was allowed in here. and you had to bribe the doctor to let annie in with you, telling them that annie was a nurse before she was your father's caretaker. and when you hear as the heart monitor changing from the constant beep, beep sound to a constant beeeeeep, you feel the sky falls on top of your shoulders.

when you wake up the next time, you're at the cemetery.

"thank you for coming," you say to one of the neighbours. "karl would be happy to see you."

"thank you. say hi to britney for me."

"it's nice of you to remember him. i appreciate that. karl would appreciate that."

there were a lot of thank yous today that at some point, you started to get bored saying it that you just smile and nod your head as you send those visitors to the front door. you had enough hugs, too, but you can't get rid of this one especially when they were the one who pull you into their arms, caressing their palms on your back. sometimes, you feel as if they're invading your personal space. but you don't want to be rude so you let them. at least, only for today.

and there were nothing that you didn't hear from those who visited you today. there are always be strong or your father must be proud of you or you must inherited a fortune from your father since you're the only child! or it's so sad just because you lost your only family member. you don't hace siblings, aunts and uncles, a mother, grandparents from either of their sides. if you need anything, just give us a call. you know you don't need their help to any extend but you politely, smile back and wave them goodbye.

the only people you love to see aside from the schumachers, annie and the vettels are marc and franco. they didn't say much but their smiles and hugs are enough to tell you that they will do anything for you. like you can bunk in marc's house if you're afraid to sleep in the ouse by yourself. if you have any trouble with your car, they can give you a free fix. if you needed money, they'd lend you some. you might need two of them, but either way, you're thankful with their presence here.

marc and franco were the last visitors to leave your house. and when they did, you finally can breathe normally as you shut the front door, already on another mission and that is to clean the house. maybe God was on your side today that there weren't much trash in the living room and the porch but there are still a lot cleaning to do.

"hey, let me do that for you," hanna says as she snatches dirty plates in your hands. "go sit over there. i'll bring you some water in a minute."

you're mentally exhausted from arguing with anyone right now. the only thing you can now is smiling at hanna, appreciating her presence here with sebastian and their kids and norbert. "thanks," you mutter, watching her short blonde air bounce as she truts into the kitchen.

as you sit by yourself in the living room, watching the vettels kids playing by themselves silently while their parents helping you with chores, watching the adults going back and forth the kitchen as if their home, watching corinna and annie giving orders, watching gina somehow making jokes in the kitchen to light up the mood and mick standing in the kitchen not knowing what to do though he tried to help, you realise that you might lose your father, but maybe you gain another, two maybe three mothers, a grandparent, a sister, little siblings. most importantly, you gain a partner who understands you inside and out and you didn't plan to lose any of them soon.

the end

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher x reader #ms47 #f1 #fia #ferrari #mick to mercedes #mercedes-amg #michael schumacher #haas #formula 1 #formula fanfiction

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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John Shelby- Deals

Falling for John was never something I had planned. He was my sisters husband after all, but when she died John and I got closer and my feelings for him just blossomed. I never told him how I feel and I won't because how could I do that to my late sister?

I enter the Garrison and sit at the bar next to John

"YN I'm struggling with the kids"

"Need me to come over more?" I ask but he shakes his head

"They need a mom. I'm going to get married" my heart drops hearing this, but I know we could never be

"Who's the lucky girl?" I ask trying not to sound upset

"Lizzie Stark" I look at John like he's gone mad

"Woah wait did I just hear you say that right?"

"Yeah. Please don't say anything. Tommy, Arthur and Polly have already given me an earful"

"Well.. if your going to be happy then who am I to judge"

"Are you happy though?" John looks me in the eyes, I'm trying to not cry

"Uh huh. I've got to go. I'll see you soon" I get off my seat and turn away from John

"But you just got here" I ignore John and walk out of the pub.

A few days later I'm walking down the street

"YN" I hear Tommy shout. I turn and see him in his car

"Hi Tom" I smile

"YN get in. We need to talk" I sigh and get into the car "has John spoken to you?"

"About his plan to marry Lizzie? yeah"

"I've just offered her money, as a one last time... she excepted. I've told John, and he's a wreak. We're having trouble with the Lee's so we need to unite the families"

"So you want John to marry a Lee? why are you telling me this"

"No" Tommy sighs "I've said Johns first born daughter would marry a Lee of her choice"

"Bloody hell Tom. And where do you expect this daughter to come from? John has boys and unless one of them drops their penis I don't think your plan will work"

"That's why John does need to marry"

"So why aren't you marrying him off?"

"Because he loves you"

"Pardon" I ask shocked

"And you love him. Neither of you are very subtle"

"We can't"

"Because of Martha? Martha would want you both to be happy"

"But she's my sister? I don't think it's very ethical"

"It's not illegal. Look I'm giving you a chance for you to be together here. Take it"

Now I'm here at my wedding! I walk over to John in my wedding dress

"We are here gathered together to join this man and this woman in matrimony. If you both move forward with this marriage, the Lee's and Shelby's will be united with the promise that the first born daughter will marry a Lee. John do you take YN to be you lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do" John smiles at me

"Do you YN take John to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do"

"You may now kiss" John pulls me into him and kisses me passionately.

That evening Ada is dancing while being 8 months pregnant

"Martha won't hate us right?" I say John looks at

"Never" I watch Tommy go up the Ada

"Come and look YN. Come and look at the family you've joined. Come and look at the man who runs it. Makes deals that benefit him but hurts people in the long run. He hunts his own sister down like a rat and he tried to kill his own brother in law" Ada yells

"Ada that's enough" Arthur now tries to calm her down

"And now he won't even let me have a fucking dance. Not even at a fucking wedding"

"Ada calm down" Polly says holding her

"Sit her down" John moves towards her. Polly goes to help her down but then stops

"Holy shit. Water. Right get her in there" Polly points to one of the cars

"Bloody hell Ada you pick your times" John says annoyed

"John don't" I shake my head. We all head to the Shelby house and I help Ada to give birth to her baby boy Karl

"You'll have this to look forward to one day" Polly says cooing at the newborn

"I'm worried about what we got ourselves into. I wanted to marry John, I really did and I know he wanted to marry me, but we're basically selling our future child to the Lee's"

"Maybe she will magically fall in love with a Lee" Ada laughs

"Maybe"

"You've always been part of this family, but welcome to being a Shelby"

#john shelby #john shelby x oc #john shelby x you #john shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #john shelby imagine

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inquisimer · 2 years

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hi!! for DADWC: hawke x anders with the lyrics "I sense deception to come // honestly, truth and I are never one // 'cause I am the lying man and I have made you my next victim"

💖💖💖

bestie. bestie. bestie. i love you. i screamed a totally normal amount when you showed up in my inbox.

as you're already aware, this got OUT OF HAND because I couldn't pick just one of Anders' scenes to write this for. SO I didn't choose😂

Here's an angsty speedrun of every scene where Anders lies in da2, for @dadrunkwriting

wc: 3122

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Anders knows little outside of lies.

Even his more distant memories, of fire and singed livestock, his mother lies to him.

It will be okay. Go with them.

-:-:-:-

Their friendship is built on a lie.

She’s a mage, a lifelong apostate; the word Templar is barely out of his mouth before she agrees to help. Her brother is less keen on the arrangement.

“We need these maps, Carver.” As if it isn’t painfully obvious she’d do it anyway.

He needs the backup because he is, as always, too weak to save Karl on his own. She’s basically asking to be conned, he reasons, showing up out of the blue and demanding he hand over something she believes has worth to him. That he no longer needs the maps, having determined Stroud’s expedition doesn’t involve him, is of little consequence, so long as she remains ignorant.

It is likely that she believes him harmless. Outside of the Wardens, he is just another apostate, and healers are often mistaken as weak or inoffensive. Anders is neither, which he fails to mention.

He didn’t mean to lie, really, but she blew in with eager eyes and he couldn’t be the one to say the word.

Abomination.

She finds out the hard way.

“You want to tell me what the fuck that was?” she demands. The indignation and disbelief are regrettably attractive, but she already knows. Every mage in Thedas, even the apostates, knows an abomination, though fewer recognize someone who is simply—hah—possessed. But she is no ordinary apostate; her lips part slightly with rage and her eyes spark, incredulous.

“You’re wrong, but not far wrong,” he tells her when she finally calls him on it. It’s another lie; he’s been nothing less than a monster since he corrupted a spirit and his friend with the force of his own anger.

The trouble with lies is that once you tell one, inevitably three more are needed to cover it up. His relationship with Hawke quickly becomes a precariously balanced house of half-truths with devastating omissions where the trust and love should be. But she’s passionate, full of the same energy he used to see in the mirror, and she keeps showing up to drag him away from Darktown. And every time her head pokes through the clinic door, brother and dwarf at her side and eyes alight with whatever philanthropic quest they’re on that day, he grabs his staff and douses the lantern and follows in her wake.

Even to the blighted Deep Roads.

Anders and Varric are quite the pair of complainers, but Carver doesn’t grumble the entire trip. He slices through darkspawn of all shapes and sizes, fells an ogre with an expression that is perhaps more anguished than it should be, moves rubble to create a way through without any objections. When Bartrand entombs them in the thaig, Varric pounds on the door and Hawke works Anders through something like a panic attack, but Carver just quietly checks the perimeter until he’s found a different way out. So when he finally, breathless, asks for a break, they all take notice.

Anders recognizes the Blight sickness immediately, of course. He’s watched people die from it for years now, some faster than others, and by his estimation, Carver will be dead pretty damn quick if they don’t do something. Hawke knows it too, judging by the desperate way she cradles her brother’s collapsing form and pleads with Anders to save him.

There’s only one cure for the Blight and it isn’t technically a cure, not truly. Just a delay tactic.

But Anders knows where to find it.

Stroud is reluctant to take the boy and for all his posturing, Anders is sure it’s personal. It’s not like they have recruits lining up after all, with the Fifth Blight done and dusted so quickly.

“I’m sure this comes as no comfort, but we do not recruit Grey Wardens out of pity.” His Orlesian accent does nothing to quell the condescending nature of the words and they land poorly. Anders tangles a hand in the back straps of Hawke’s armor to stop her from lunging at the warrior.

“I’m not asking you to take him out of pity—Carver happens to be an exceptionally capable warrior,” she spits.

“I do not know what Anders has or hasn’t told you, but this may be as much a death sentence as the sickness.”

Anders burns under both Hawkes’ stares, but he keeps looking straight at Stroud. She can berate him for this latest lie when they’ve secured a chance for Carver.

“I’m asking you, Stroud,” he says quietly, letting the words touch the memories and promises they once shared. “He’ll die anyway. Just take him and try.”

-:-:-:-

She never does confront him about the unspoken consequences Carver’s fate will have. A year passes and they learn that he survived the Joining and she reacts to the news by throwing her arms around Anders and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Perhaps in her relieved joy she’s forgotten what Stroud let slip, or perhaps, like Anders, she is just well-versed in the benefits of denial.

He spends a lot of time justifying the lies to himself. Or maybe Justice is justifying for him? It doesn’t really matter, he supposes.

Some of the lies don’t even make sense; if you asked, he couldn’t tell you why he told them. Like the mage underground. Nothing Hawke does suggests that she would be anything but supportive of the effort. She frees mages at every turn, sends them to the Dalish or out into the remote Marches, literally anywhere except back to the Circle, no matter how much ill-will it earns her with the elf or Aveline.

She is a mage and would undeniably be an asset to the movement, having spent enough time dodging Templars for herself and Bethany, but he holds back. It’s because she’s so close with the guard-captain, he reasons, and is constantly brushing shoulders with the prats that pass for nobility in this city—the risk is too great.

She finds out through a letter, of course, because pulling Hawke into things that are none of her business is everyone and their mother’s hobby in Kirkwall. Still, he continues to conceal his own involvement until absolutely necessary. He actually thinks maybe Justice is at fault there—though maybe it’s just his own reticence. There is no justice in a continued lie.

Or is there?

Eventually, of course, he has to tell her, because who else is he going to ask to come investigate this Tranquil Solution? He doesn’t trust anyone else; he only halfway trusts Hawke.

Somewhere along the line, she’s stopped calling him on the falsehoods, so when he presents this latest request she doesn’t ask him about Mistress Selby or the templar they framed. She just gives him a smile that is both bright and sad and follows him into the sewers.

He finds out later that she lied for him; told his almost-victim that it was a trick to ensure her compliance with Chantry rule. Not only that, but she sent the girl out of Kirkwall, away from the Circle and the Templars and everything he stood against. His guilt weighs heavy in his chest, heavier when he scans the letter and learns that he’s been duped by his own paranoia once more.

“Maybe…maybe the grand cleric is more reasonable than I thought,” he admits, swallowing the sour taste of his ego. Hawke’s eyes are soft, and she cups his face to brush her thumb across his cheekbones. She doesn’t bring up his omissions or the chances he had to tell the truth before today; she doesn’t ask him why he lied.

She never does.

-:-:-:-

Hawke knows a sloth demon when she sees one; she doesn’t need Justice to warn her that making and keeping a deal with it would be a mistake. It bristles that he won’t give her the slightest benefit of the doubt, that he believes her so easily corrupted. What, does he not pay attention when Anders is in control and he’s along for the ride?

“Don’t fight me on this,” she mutters over her shoulder. He draws up, affronted, and she gets a vicious sort of pleasure from lying to him, just this once. Especially since she has a good reason.

“This is a creature of injustice! I cannot let you treat with it. I will stop you!”

Considering how much violence Justice has inspired, the spirit falls to her blade with surprisingly little resistance.

She wakes, Feynriel returned with a passing mastery over his burden. None of her companions will meet her eyes, but while Merrill and ‘Bela are burning with shame, the set of Anders’ jaw and his rigid spine scream out his anger. Later, in the relative privacy of his clinic, it bleeds out as glowing blue cracks in his skin and sporadic echoing in his voice.

“What was worth turning on me? Killing me? Did you even know I would wake alive?”

“Just because you’re head sharing with a spirit doesn’t make you the only one who knows anything about the Fade.” She jabs a finger into his chest and steps right up in his space so her face stays just inches from his. “I knew where we were, and I know better than to make deals with demons. It stings that you think I would do that, Anders. You, not Justice.”

“Then…?”

“Feynriel isn’t possessed,” she says, watching with no small amount of satisfaction as he realizes he’s been had. “And I killed the sloth demon.”

“I assumed you lied to Arianni,” he says, chagrinned. “It never occurred to me that you lied to me.”

“Ironic, that.”

“Still, it’s…not easy to dismiss the image of you striking me down.”

She gives him a sad smile that is completely at odds with the hurt lancing through her chest. “It’s not easy to dismiss dozens of lies without even acknowledging them, either. But I’ve done worse things for love.”

-:-:-:-

The happiness and energy with which he presents his request tips her off immediately. Even if she hadn’t spent most of the last six years learning every micro expression and reconciling herself with his lies—Anders hasn’t shown this much interest in anything since the Templars crushed the last of the underground movement. The tension between Meredith and Orsino already has Hawke pulled to a breaking point and this pushes her even closer to the edge. Even though it was more Beth’s specialty than hers, she has a passing knowledge of herbalism; sela petrae and drakestone have no properties that lend to sundering.

But she’s helpless to her heart. She follows him through the sewers and musters a smile for her workers as they pass the Bone Pit. Varric picks up on her mood and tries several rounds of banter to raise her spirits, but her responses lack her usual buoyancy and eventually he, too, falls silent.

It all comes crashing down when they get back, of course.

He reveals the final part of her task—a simple conversation with the grand cleric—and even though she expected it, the jagged pieces of her heart splinter even a little further, creeping up her throat and choking off her breath. She normally swallows his falsehoods with a twisted smile, but this feels different, somehow, heavier in the pit of her stomach, and the bitter regret finds its way out through her mouth.

“Was this ever about you and Justice?” she asks, voice breaking. She can’t look him in the eye but she forces herself to anyway, hopes he sees how much he’s hurting her, hopes against hope that it means something to him. “Do you even trust me, Anders?”

“Of course I trust you.” She wonders if his words sound hollow to him, too. “But this is bigger than me and Justice—we’re going to change things for all the mages in Thedas.”

“Then let me help. When have I ever been reluctant to help mages? Let me in, Anders.”

“You would not thank me if I told you,” he says morosely. Her fists clench at her side and she locks her knees to stop herself from lunging across the space and strangling him. “I’m taking a risk. I would not see you drawn in and punished, should I fail.”

“If you think I won’t be drawn in by some third party to whatever it is, you’re either a fool or you’ve been living in an alternate Kirkwall.”

“I won’t pull you into a situation that could get you killed,” he insists. “If I die—well, I know that this matters more than my own life. But your life has always been worth more than mine.”

At that, she does reach out and smack him upside the head. “You think you’re preaching some type of righteous truth, but I’ll make that one of your lies if it’s the last thing I do. Sacrificing yourself, martyring yourself is not justice and Justice is blind if he thinks throwing away your life on one grand gesture is going to make any proper difference.”

“Are you going to help me distract the grand cleric, or does your support of mages end at the Chantry door?” he snaps.

“You idiot,” she all but screams, the words slipping out as an exasperated shriek. “Have I ever, even once, not helped you? Of course I’m going to help you! But for once, I would like to help you with something you’ve honestly asked for, instead of you thinking you have to lie to get me to agree!”

“My life would be so much easier if I didn’t swallow your lies,” she spits, “but I love you, Anders. Maybe by the time we get to Hightown you’ll finally get that through your thick skull.”

She turns on her heel and storms out of the clinic without waiting to make sure he follows.

-:-:-:-

There is more ash than air around them and bits of masonry and stone clatter to the ground every few seconds.

“Was that…why you needed me to distract the grand cleric?” There are gasps and a shout of outrage from Sebastian at Hawke’s admission, but her vision is tunneled on Anders, eyes wide and pleading for the truth, just this once. He swallows painfully.

“I couldn’t take the chance that you would stop me,” he admits. “That you wouldn’t understand.”

“I might’ve understood if you’d only told me. But that’s never been in the cards, has it?” Bitterness tinges her usual resignation, and she shakes her head. “You might have turned everyone against us now.”

The conversation goes on around him—Sebastian proclaims Elthina’s innocence, Orsino tries to draw the line between Anders and the Circle, Meredith claims annulment is the will of the people—but Anders is frozen amidst it all.

Us.

After all the lies, all the trouble, all the stress he’s caused; after this last, worst mistake—she still stands with him. She still says us.

From within the fog of his mind, he hears Hawke do what he was truly afraid of all along: she defends him, and Orsino and the Circle, and sets herself firmly in the path of Meredith’s rampage. He sits on an overturned crate and rests his head in his hands and comforts himself with the knowledge that it will be over soon. A purr in the back of his mind says that Justice approves.

The warring factions leave Anders to Hawke’s judgment and he gives her the same spiel he’s told himself countless times, staring at gaunt eyes and sunken cheeks in the cracked mirror in his clinic.

“And if I pay for that with my life…then I pay,” he finishes. Even with his back to her, he hears Hawke inhale sharply, as if punched in the gut; he can picture how she’s clenching her eyes and her fist to keep the emotions at bay.

“Tell me that’s one of your lies, Anders. That has to be a lie. I know—I know you wouldn’t be so willing to take the only family I have left away from me. Not after—after everything. I know you wouldn’t do that to me.”

“I—”

“That would be justice,” Sebastian huffs. It’s the wrong thing to say when Hawke is already so far over the edge; she whips around so fast, her staff blade catches on the hem of her robes.

“Fuck you, Sebastian Vael! I have given everything for this Maker-forsaken city. My time, my energy, my family, and for what? Some fucking title? That’s just another excuse for them to shove their problems off on me. So if you’re going to say I have to give him up too, you can stuff your justice up your ass and leave!”

Her chest heaves in the subsequent silence. Well, almost silence. Half a step behind Aveline, Varric is furiously scribbling down notes and the scratching of his quill is the only sound over the muffled roar of destruction and chaos. Hawke and Sebastian stare at each other like wolves ready to brawl; it’s no surprise when the latter breaks first. He slings his bow across his back and turns away with a scowl.

“I’ll be back, Hawke. There’s an army waiting for me in Starkhaven, and your precious Anders won’t be able to hide from my wrath.”

She doesn’t dignify his warning with even a glance. All of her attention is on her lover and there’s none spare to give Sebastian’s departure. Anders’ hair has come loose from its usual updo and hangs in scraggly strands around his face; his cheeks have grown sallow over the past months and his eyes are dull—and not just because Justice is dormant, either. He’s staring past his hands, eyes unfocused, not sure what she intends and not sure he can keep up the charade of righteous revolutionary.

Finally, finally he’s out of lies.

She lays a hand on his shoulder. “Help me defend the mages.”

He whips around and stumbles to his feet in the same motion, knocking the crate askew in his haste. His jaw hangs slack as he stares at her. The part of him that used to be Justice is roaring like whitewater in his ears no no this is not right this is not how it happens this is not how it is supposed to conclude—

“I didn’t think you’d”—his voice is so cracked the words are inaudible; he swallows and tries again— “I’ll fight the Templars. Damned right I will.”

And for the first time in so many years, his voice is strong and clear with truth.

#dadwc #my writing #hawke x anders #handers #ANGST #i love you bestie #dragon age #da2

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I have read many, many, many interpretations of Karl Heisenberg, because I adore him and he intrigues me. He’s one of my favorite characters in a long, long time. I can appreciate all interpretations to a certain extent but I kinda wanted to do something different with this interaction of Karl here. He’s more versatile than I think he gets credit for.

I totally get him being guarded and possibly even cold with the OC/Reader/Ethan in the beginning. He’s been through a lot and he’s lost a lot. It’s not a bad idea to not get attached. Denying his feelings vehemently because he knows from experience that feelings like these only lead to him being made a fool of and heartbroken.

But… Ezra is an opportunity he’s never had.

She's brand new! Okay maybe she’s got a few dings he had to buff out but she’s as good as new, new to him anyway. She’s untouched by the village, by his siblings, by Miranda. She only knows as much as he’s told her about them… and himself. She doesn’t know Lord Heisenberg. She doesn’t even know Heisenberg. She knows Karl. Karl is who has been hidden beneath and behind all those layers of armor. He’s who Karl wants to be but can’t be outside of the walls of his factory.

And there are definitely hints of that man underneath in canon I believe. His pouting and arguing with Alcina at the meeting, “You’re the one arguing with Mirander’s decision!” And Mirander? Is that not the cutes fucking speech impediment? He might as well stomped his little foot there honestly.

His playfulness with Ethan even in such a dangerous game like the gauntlet… His tests. There is something still very childlike about him. Alcina was definitely right about that. I mean, it’s like he never got the chance to truly grow up and be his own man or something. How could something like that have happened I wonder?

He’s such a fucking nerd. A goofball with his dramatic introductions and monologues. The way he talks. Such a theater kid in another life. He’s a guy who’s been locked away in a fucking factory all alone for decades. He’s desperate for attention. He’s touch starved and emotionally stunted. He had no idea what he’s in for. He knows his social skills need work but now he has someone to practice on.

And Ezra is so calm and patient, observant and cautious (most of the time). Plus, it’s not like she can leave.

A captive audience.

And we all know how much this man loves to put on a show.

#fic: social engineering #my fan fiction #karl heisenberg #lord karl heisenberg #lord heisenberg #karl heisenberg x original female character #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #my fanfiction #original character #oc: ezramelda w.#my ocs #character studying

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heisenberg-simp257 · 2 years

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Can you write a short story for me? 🥺🥺 ... where one day Heisenberg goes out for a walk outside the village and there under a cliff he finds a beautiful young girl who has passed out then he takes her hidden from everyone to his factory but when she wakes up, he discovers that she has no memory and doesn't know where she is... so he takes care of her in his factory and with time they fall in love...✨

I can certainly try!💖

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Forgotten Memories

For once in his life, Heisenberg feels pity. He just didn’t expect it to turn into something else.

It was a good day to clear his head. The skies weren’t cloudy and there was only a gentle snow falling from the sky. Heisenberg decided to get out of the confinements of his factory and take a walk on the outskirts of the village.

He needed time to think about everything with Miranda and the other lords. The sounds of his factory were usually pleasant, but right now they were a reminder of his current predicament.

So, he needed some time off.

However, as he walked past one of Donna’s flower gardens, he noticed something under one of the towering European cliffs. Well, rather someone. It was a young beautiful girl with h/c hair, and she appeared to be unconsciousness. Heisenberg walked over and stood over her, but she still appeared to be passed out.

He sees he has two options presented before him.

Heisenberg could just leave her. After all, he doesn’t know this girl and it certainly wasn’t his problem. The lycans could easily take care of this and he could continue on his merry way.

Or he could take the girl with him.

Heisenberg didn’t know what came over him, but he felt this need to protect her. She looked so small and fragile, so innocent in this world full of death. She was one of the few things that appeared to be untainted.

So, he brought the young girl back to his factory. Screw the walk. This was more important.

Heisenberg wasn’t used to actually preserving the life of another, so he tried his best to make the girl comfortable until she woke. It may seem creepy to some, but he kept a constant eye on her. He knew his factory was the best place to take her. After all, it would be hidden from everyone else, especially Miranda.

Who knows what the others would do to her?

Just as he pondered this, he heard the girl beginning to stir. Heisenberg tensed up when he saw a pair of e/c eyes meet his own. He was waiting for her to freak out because how can someone not recognize Lord Heisenberg. However, he got a much different reaction.

“Where I am?...Who are you?” The sound of her voice was obviously fear, but also confusion. Heisenberg was confused as well. How could she not know who he was? However, her next question answered his own.

“Who...Who am I?” The tone of her voice was so scared, so quiet, it actually made Heisenberg feel bad for her. The girl clearly lost her memories, and when he thought about where he found her, he had a theory.

The wacko hallucinations from Donna’s flowers must’ve been part of the problem, but then she must’ve stumbled off the cliffside. This poor girl was lucky to be alive, even if it was with a case of amnesia.

“You’re alright...safe now...I’m Karl. Karl Heisenberg.” He introduced himself while calming the girl down. Heisenberg could’ve introduced himself as a lord and brought the whole Miranda thing into this, but he saw this as an opportunity.

An opportunity to not have someone be afraid of him. To have a friend.

“I found you under a cliffside. You were passed out, but alright. You’re here in my factory, where I work. Other than that, I have no other answers to your questions.” He told her gently, and the girl nodded slowly.

“Then...what do I do?” She asked while hugging herself slightly. Heisenberg let out a gentle sigh before moving to place a hand on her shoulder. He didn’t know what made him say it.

“You can stay here with me...as long as you need. And as for a name...how about I call you Y/N for now?” Heisenberg said to you, and you nodded slightly, the tiniest of smiles coming on your face.

That’s how things started between you and him.

Time went on and you grew more comfortable with the man who saved you. You still didn’t remember anything about your life before hand, and you were still unclear on what was going on outside. But Heisenberg did that on purpose in order to protect you, but he also realized something else.

He was starting to feel...soft...around you.

Was it because of how you met? Your kind nature to him while he hides his true self? Heisenberg doesn’t understand, but he also doesn’t understand how he can fall in love so easily. Love was something that he’s never experienced before, so he was unsure if this was even real.

“Hey Karl...do you want me to bring you dinner?” You asked him softly while peeking your head into his work room.

It was your soft voice, along with the heating of his face, to show that you had put quite a spell on him. Heisenberg felt himself freeze when he realized what has happened.

“Karl?” You asked again out of concern, moving to walk closer to him. Like when he first met you, saved your life, the words flew out of his mouth without thinking.

“I love you...”

#resident evil #resident evil imagines #resident evil village #resident evil village imagines #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg imagine

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I have an AU where Eithan took Heisenberg's deal and ended up working with him, staying a few days with Karl the two talked and planned, Karl asked about Eithan's life and the two swapped stories. After that at the end battle instead of giving baby Rose to Chris he handed her off to Karl despite what Chris tried to say, Karl raised Rose and told her as much about her dad as he could. In the few short days he got to know Eithan he learned so much about him, in this AU the other Lords ended up surviving (Aside from mother) and together they helped Karl raise Rose. Karl never wanted to be called 'dad' he didn't think of himself as father material and got the idea from Donnie to be called 'uncle' instead. Growing up Rose learned to embrace her powers and was taught to use them better then Umbrella ever would have taught her, after all, she's with a group of people who all powers of their own, of course she'd learn better from them. Rose chose to take her uncle's last name as well as her father's, choosing to go by 'Lady Heisenberg-Winters' instead of just 'Lady Winters.' Rose might have been taught how to get dirty and knows almost everything her Uncle knows about building and mechanics, but thanks to Auntie Alcina, she was taught to act like a proper lady, how to walk and act and how to be a girl...then after that she went right back to her uncle and changed out of the dress and back into her normal outfit to run around the factory in, including her dad's jacket. Angie was her playmate as a toddler as well as any toys and dolls that her Auntie Donnie made for her, then as she got older she got to play with her cousins, Bella, Cassandra and Daniela. Her uncle Moreau taught her how to swim as well. Growing up Rose was well loved and taken care of. Until at 16 Chris came looking for her and when he found her he kidnapped her to bring her back home and to see her mother. Rose was a little happy at first at being able to finally meet her mother, but soon hated her when she realized that her mother only loved her IF Rose turned into something her mother wanted her to be and followed the rules of umbrella corp. Escaping Rose made it back home to the village where Umbrella came after her once again, but Chris saw how loved and happy Rose was and that she was taken care of (As well as how much the other Lords fought to keep her with them) so they left. Sure they might come back for her in the future, but for now she's left alone. Here we see about a 11-12 year old Rose learning a new power that developed with her Uncle cheering her on, happy that Rose was getting the hand of controlling this new power like her others. I didn't want to give her a dress to wear since she grew up in a factory where running around in a dress or skirt wouldn't be safe. I looked at women's fashion from the late 1800's and found some clothes I could see Rose in (Like the pants she's wearing as well as the boots) The pants are my take of biking pants that women could wear while riding motorbikes and the shoes are women's Victorian Hiking boots, made for long walks in the mountains or on ruff and bumpy paths, perfect for running around the factory and village.

#resdient evil #resdient evil village #resdient evil au #karl heisenberg #rose winters

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*eat all the food in the fridge* hi, bruh. I have a request for you, also we are out of food.

Sage with mc who's basically the cool person in the group, and can befriend anyone.

He's late on their date at the tarven, to find talking to all people there, telling them funny stories from Earth, everyone is laughing at their jokes and buying them drinks.

"Ay! Sage! Over Here! Martha here is about to tell us a story about how she got rid of her 8th husband! "

Now every time they come to the tarven basically everyone is like "AY! MC IS HERE!!" And everyone is cheering up for them, and demanding more jokes and stories.

"guys, guys, please. There's enough of me for everyone."

Even at the market, everyone there knows mc and mc knows every single one of them.

"Hey, Abigail! Love what you did with your hair, girl "

"Oh, mc. You're such a sweetheart."

And let's be honest Sage is mad about it.

Sure he's glad Mc is making friends and having their own fans, but he can't help but be a little jealous...(ok that's a lie he's really jealous, he wants MC's attention for himself alone, and doesn't like the idea of sharing them with anyone.)

"Ye have a lot of fans, huh ?"

He tries to sound not bothered, but his ears don't catch that memo, mc notices that.

"Yeah, it's nice and all but at the end of the day..." They pet his head and scratch behind his ears. "You'll always be my number one :) "

Anyway I'll pass out now. Peace✌️*pass out in the bushes *

*sighs and sends Karl to the store to get more food, then drags you out of the bushes and back onto the couch* You're cooking dinner tonight.

GN!Reader, Love how so many of the reqs I get are just various ways to torment our cat man

The first time Sage realizes just how popular you are is when you guys are walking through the marketplace and almost all the vendors are not only talking casually to you but even giving you free samples

And at first, hey! That's kinda cool! You guys get free st... Oh... Now you've got three people that have dragged you into a conversation and Sage is left behind, tail swishing slowly, the tip brushing dejectedly against the ground.

Huh. He doesn't really like this.

You guys go to the tavern. Everyone buys you drinks. Sage gets what you can't finish but he doesn't really want it. Not this time. No matter how much he tries to talk with you, someone else comes by to say hello. Even when you try to politely end the conversation, the other people won't let you. Suddenly it's two hours later and Sage has barely been able to say ten words despite sitting right next to you.

Yeah he really doesn't like this.

Of course he's not surprised! You're amazing, y'know? And so it makes sense that other people notice and are drawn to it, to you.

And of course he has his insecurities. Of course he's afraid that someone better than him will sweep you off your feet.

So he makes his catty little comment. He means to be casual, maybe even funny about it, but gods he sounds bitter. He is bitter. And his ears are pinned and his tail is flicking around in frustration and he can't quite look you in the eye. His arms are crossed over his chest. Everything is tense.

So you scratch behind his ears. Kiss his cheek. Call him silly. He's your kitty after all. Looks like he needed a little bit of reminding. You're sorry you haven't gotten to spend much time with him lately.

>:'( -> :'( -> :) -> :')

His ears gradually fluff up. His tail gives a happy wag and slithers around your wrist as he leans over to shyly nuzzle his nose against your cheek. It's a little bit of scent marking, y'know?

He feels a bit better about telling all your new friends to Fuck Off when he wants to spend time with you. And you become a little more cognizant of that, and make sure to always prioritize your time with him or else he'll be a very jealous kitty cat.

Someone talks to you too long and he just starts hissing

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #sage lesath #sage lesath x reader #fictif sage #last legacy sage #fren asks #ozzy answers

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CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 34

PUBLISHED: 07/07/2022

Part 1

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THIRD PERSON'S POV

You, the rest of the Golds, the Jesuses, the Shelbys, and Johnny Doggs' tribe were all in the dining hall of Arrow House, eating lunch. Tommy was hosting a Christmas lunch, and everyone stayed over the night before. The kids had all opened the present at the crack of dawn. You and Finn still had a handful of presents for Saoirse to open when you got home.

She had opened a few at Arrow House, her favourite one so far a kaleidoscope. She loved bright colours.

"Nice nails, there Finny boy," Arthur snickered, looking at his brother's purple nails.

Finn flushed but continued scooping potato salad onto the plate for Saoirse, who was fiddling with her new kaleidoscope, looking at the lights with it. You watched your sister as she looked up at the ceiling, and giggled at how the lights made the mosaic of colours all the more vivid. Saoirse heard Arthur's remark, and wasted no time narrowing her eyes at Arthur from across the table, and tightened her grip on her kaleidoscope. You snatched it out of her hand, knowing she was most likely to throw it at Arthur's head.

The older man shifted uncomfortably. At eight (and one month and a bit), your sister had already mastered many stares. The one she was giving Arthur now was her death stare. It even made Polly and Tommy uncomfortable sometimes.

"Can I help you?" He asked, sounding slightly disturbed.

You glanced at Finn, who gave a shrug after he placed your sister's plate in front of her.

"You think Finn's nails are funny," Saoirse replied in a matter of factly tone, a tone that gave no room for questioning.

Arthur moved in his seat, sitting himself up straighter than he was before. You resisted the urge to snicker at his discomfort. Finn was now biting his fist to try not to laugh.

"Well yes," Arthur said, moving his hand as he talked, "Us Shelby men think painted nails are for girls."

"They were done by a girl," Saoirse said shortly, obviously not impressed with Arthur, "My other best friend, Daisy. And she's better than all of you Shelby men combined, and worth her weight in gold."

You bit back a snort and rattled your sister's kaleidoscope, making her look at it and grab it back off of you, proceeding to look down at her plate of food with it.

Arthur cleared his throat, spearing a piece of his potato salad with his fork, and nodded.

"Fair enough, I believe ya," He replied, and Saoirse nodded, then had some of her own macaroni and cheese.

That was another trait of Arthur's you admired. He never spoke to children like they were stupid, and took their words into account. A trait that not many people possessed.

You knew Saoirse liked it. She would always complain about Linda, who treated her and Karl like they were still five, but you understood Linda's perspective as well.

You pushed the thought away as you had some of your own macaroni and cheese. An odd choice for Christmas lunch, but Charles was going through a phase where he wanted it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, so he requested a dish of it be made. Lizzie told you that it was driving her mad, and if anyone offered her the dish in future she'd shove the dish and spoon they were serving the food with up the person's arse.

You ate the rest of your lunch without anyone making any remarks about Finn's nails, then got ready to leave, saying your see you laters to everyone. Finn got a maid to go and grab the containers of food he had put away, and you ushered Saoirse to the car, her presents already been put in the trunk and backseat by a butler.

You were dreading the drive home. You had to go the long way to go back home, because the road from Birmingham to your house was flooded and boggy. Damn unsealed roads.

The drive was going to take a couple of hours, and you weren't keen on driving it because you had such a long day already. You knew that you had to go home, however, you didn't want the roads to be closed and for you to be stuck away from your house. You were grateful that Tommy had given your family food from the lunch to have for dinner, saving you having to make a meal from scratch.

You looked at your sister in the rear view mirror, who was looking at the rain covered window through her kaleidoscope, and the corners of your lips turned up.

Finn placed a hand on your knee and squeezed it. You jumped slightly at the temperature difference between his hand and his wedding band, but as you relaxed yourself into the seat, listening to the rain pattering on the windows of the car and your sister's humming, you felt entirely at home.

The car ride wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. You got home in one piece, which was good, and ate your dinner, which was even better. Now you were in Saoirse's room, sitting on her bench with your husband softly swaying back and forth, watching her as she sluggishly played with her toys. Finn placed his glass of whiskey down in between the pair of you.

"I'll go run the shower for her," Finn told you, getting up from the bench.

You hummed and moved to pick out Saoirse's bedclothes, and stoke the fire. You were the first person to have a shower, having one as soon as you got home. You could hear the shower turn on, so you grabbed Saoirse's hairbrush and undid her braids; then pulled her hair up on top of her head in a bun. Finn came back and leaned in against the doorframe, arms crossed against his chest, watching you and your sister.

"Don't wet your hair," You told your sister, who nodded as she stood up, taking her bedclothes in hand and heading to the bathroom.

"I have a present for you," You informed your husband, picking up his glass of whiskey and crossing the room to meet him.

He moved to grab his glass from you, and you held it out behind you, raising your eyebrows. Finn cocked an eyebrow, and you tapped your lips with the pointer finger of your free hand, making him roll his eyes at your antics, but still lean down and place a kiss on your lips.

"That wasn't so hard, wasn't it?" You asked you husband teasingly, handing him back his glass.

The corners of his lips quirked up as he chuckled at you, then followed you to your shared bedroom, where you got a present out of the drawer of your vanity.

"Merry Christmas, Finn darling," You said with a soft smile upon your lips.

Finn came over to you, throwing back the last of his whiskey as he walked, then placed the empty glass on your vanity, taking the present into his hands and ripping it open. He opened the box, and there was a gold watch. He took it out of its box, and inspected it. He turned it over in his hands, and saw that on the back was an inscription;

'For Finn.

I will keep loving you even

after this watch stops ticking.

Always and Forever, (Y/N)'

"It's from Cartier. Do you like it?" You asked your husband, shifting from foot to foot, watching him as he rubbed his thumb gently over the inscription.

"I love it," He answered honestly as he put it on, "The inscription, it's really nice. Thoughtful. Endearing."

You felt your cheeks warm at his words. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"It fits perfectly. How the fuck did you know my wrist measurements?" Finn questioned, and you gave him an all knowing look.

"It came to me in a vision whispered upon the winds of secrets," You answered dramatically as you went and sat on the ottoman.

Finn gave you a look that told you that he didn't believe your obvious lie.

"You sleep like the fucking dead. I measured your wrist while you were sleeping, there." You admitted, and Finn started chuckling as he headed into the walk in wardrobe, and grabbed a bag from the top shelf, right at the back.

He had hidden it there because he knew you were too short to reach it there.

"Finn, if it's not fragile, throw," You requested, holding your hand out, ready to catch it.

You were forever impatient when it came to gifts.

Your husband obeyed your request, tossing it to you, offering you a 'nice catch' when you caught it. You knew just by the blue colour of the bag, without even looking at the writing on the front of it that it was Tiffany & Co.

You opened the bag, and found a box inside it. You took it out of the bag, and opened it, finding a silver charm bracelet, and a note.

You looked at the note first, instantly recognising Finn's handwriting.

'To (Y/N)

My friend, my love, my partner, my wife — I'm forever grateful that I have you in my life.

I love you, Always and Forever.

- Finn'

You 'awwed', and looked at the charm bracelet. It was silver. You were glad. You preferred silver jewellery. The charms were coloured, though. A bee, yellow and black, a tiger, orange and black, a green turtle, a blue butterfly, the letter 'A', which was gold, a red rose, a grey cat, a brown and white dog, an onion, and a silver 'F'.

A bee for you. A tiger for Bonnie. A turtle for Esmeralda. A butterfly for Saoirse. 'A' for Aberama. A rose for Rose. A cat for Finn Junior. A dog for Tuck. An onion for you (you snorted at this). And finally, 'F' for Finn.

"It's gorgeous, Finn I love it." You murmured, scared of being loud in case your voice cracked.

You looked up at your husband, who was surprised to tears welling in your eyes. He quickly moved to kneel in front of you.

"I'm fine. Just emotional," You said, then chuckled.

Finn chuckled along with you, helping you put the bracelet and note back into the bag, ready for you to wear tomorrow. You yawned and stumbled into the walk in, changing for bed, then staggered to bed, crawling under the covers, your husband following suit.

"I love you," You mumbled to your husband as a goodnight, eyes already shut as you made yourself comfortable.

"I love you too," Finn murmured, reaching out to touch you before succumbing to sleep.

•••

New Year's Eve. A spectacular occasion, one your family celebrated like no other. They pulled out all of the stops. The Fury family also joined in your celebration this time round, something you loved. You rarely got to see that side of your family. And fucking hell, if you thought that the Golds knew how to party, you obviously had never partied with the Fury family.

Finn had had a good time, so far, part of which he was pinning on the green leaf he had smoked in a glass pipe with Bonnie and Aberama earlier on in the night. That and all of the short, electric touched and charged stares you and him had been giving each other all night were entwining inside of him and building up to something unbearable.

Finn looked at you through the flickering flames of the bonfire in front of him. You looked different. A good kind. You had your hair done up high in a messy bun, showing off your new ear piercings. Your nose piercing flickered in the light of the fire. Finn's eyes wondered downwards, to the dress you had on. It was a deep, dull red, and came off the shoulder, showing off your shoulders and a great expanse of chest, as well as some cleavage. You looked divine.

You reached up and let your hair down, the Fury girls either side of you helping make sure it looked okay as you took a swig of the bottle in your hand. One of the girls whispered something to you as she sat back down, and you looked over at him, and winked, then went back to talking to her, laughing at whatever she said before. He watched your lips as they moved, and found himself licking his own.

Finn could feel the heat pool in his gut, his ruddy cheeks flushing a deeper red. He wanted you. He stood up abruptly, giving the bottle he was nursing to the person next to him, and making his way over to you. You noticed this, and nearly tripped over your own feet getting up and rushing around the bonfire to your husband.

"(Y/N)," He said, placing a hand on your arm.

You shivered at the contact, and looked up into your husband's dark eyes.

"You've been staring at me all night like that, Finn," You murmured, then looked away, trying to rid you head of the thoughts you were having whilst you were in company.

"Because I want you," He breathed in reply, making you snap your head back to look at him, eyes wide.

You looped your finger through the loop of his jeans and dragged him away from camp, back towards your house. As he stumbled along, Finn could hear someone say that they only had a minute of this year to go.

Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight.

You stopped, and Finn took that as his chance to push you up against a tree, lips connecting with yours, hands exploring your body over your clothes. You wasted no time letting your hands wander over his body.

"Finn, what if people find us?" You gasped, and he leaned down to nip at your neck.

Thirty-seven, thirty-six, thirty-five.

"Let them," He said simply, breath hot against your flesh, feeling painfully in the moment.

"What a way to start the new year," You mused as you helped him out of his shirt.

Twenty-one, twenty, nineteen.

As the people in your camp reached zero, you and Finn were already tangled up in each other, the worry of someone discovering the pair of you far gone.

•••

Bonnie walked into your house, head still pounding. He was coming to tell you that breakfast was ready, even though it was closer to lunch than sunrise.

The dogs barked at him, making him wine. He grabbed the dog food out of the pantry and poured it into each of their bowls, and did the same with the cat and his cat food, then put the food away and continued his task of finding you and Finn.

He made it up the stairs without falling back down them, a feat he was proud of his still drunk self for doing, and used the wall as support as he made his way to your bedroom door.

He opened it, and was surprised to see your clothes, as well as your husbands, discarded on the floor around the room.

He looked over at your bed, and saw the bruises littering Finn's chest, and snickered, closed the door back up, knocking on it. He listened carefully, and heard some shuffling in the room, then your voice, then Finn's.

He waited a few beats, then the door was opened, a half dressed Finn standing there, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Breakfast is ready back at camp." Bonnie said simply, then flicked his eyes down to Finn's chest, "You might want to put a shirt on before you come down, through."

Finn flushed and nodded, shutting the door, then Bonnie spun on his heels and went down the hallway, snickering to himself.

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Okay I have a VERY important question for you dear readers that I would please like a few people to answer; since the reader and Finn are going to have babies, I would like you guys to help me pick out the baby names lol.

Which baby names do you prefer? (Please either reply or send me a message or something lol)

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Finneas

Finch

Finley

Second child:

Isaac

Elijah/Eli

Ezra

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patchesproblem · 1 year

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Several hours later and I have finally finished this hellish thing. Welcome to the hell of my own creation.

Anyways I'm back with more lesbian scientists being smart yet incredibly stupid. This time with how they got together. Kinda angsty but not really?? Idk it's just sad for a part because they both want to disappear.

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December 12th, 19XX

It's certainly been awhile since I have used you, old friend. I hope you don't mind me coming to you for help once again. Things have been troubling me lately, and I do not feel comfortable discussing it with anyone, including Tesla.

Dr. Tesla has been away for around six hours, though it would be more accurately described as days. Work has kept her extremely busy and exhausted. As a result, there have barely been any moments where we have talked with each other than a quick 'goodbye' or 'goodnight' if we lay down at the same time...

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Einstein sat silently at her desk. A journal was laid there, waiting for her to open it. Years worth of wear and tear were obvious. What it was originally supposed to look like had long since been muddied, leaving zero trace of its life before. Only thing remaining was her name on the inside of the cover, an old message from Karl, along with various entries she'd written over the years.

She stared at the cover with sadness. It was one of the few things she took before leaving Lab 42 that fateful night, with faint memories of that day still lingering with it. Carefully turning the pages she glanced over several old passages, ranging from when she was a child all the way up until she met Tesla.

Glancing over one of the last entries she let out a soft laugh.

'This girl, Nikola I think her name was, has absolutely zero regard for her own safety. I'm truthfully surprised that she has made it this far without getting into serious trouble, or worse. I worry for anyone paired up with her within the coming weeks.'

Sometimes the way things change, yet stay the same, amazes her.

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I never thought I'd be forced to admit it, but I miss her deeply. Life has never felt so dull without her constant presence. Her energetic and eccentric personality that once kept me on my toes has been reduced to a shell of it's former self. It feels as if she's almost never home anymore.

These past few weeks have forced me to acknowledge things I once believed I would never have to face.

I believed I would be able to push all of this down and never think of it again. Things would be better that way, however I now realize the true reason for it was fear and denial...

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Flipping through eventually led her to the last entry before the pages went blank.

'Professor Planck insisted that I work with Nikola. We had not started working for five minutes before she called me 'mophead'. I should be offended, though I'm not sure I mind it. There's something about her that I can't quite figure out. One thing for certain is she's incredibly talented at what she does. Perhaps this could turn out better than I originally anticipated. That is if she doesn't get herself, or me, killed first.'

A chuckle escaped, "Nikola you really are the same girl I fell in love with all those years ago."

Turning to a new page she just began staring at it. An anxious feeling over whelmed her, and she debated whether this was a good idea. After a minute, and some hesitation, she reached for her pen.

Something had been bothering her for days, though if she were honest it was had been bothering her for years. Feelings that were pushed down in an attempt to continue the status quo. They wanted to desperately come out, and it was eating her alive and distracting her.

It led to her looking for this journal. After digging through her nightstand for it, she brought it into their office.

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Fear of losing everything we've worked hard for over the years. All of the sacrifices we've made over the years, the countless people who sacrificed themselves to help move forward, the sleepless nights we've had, all of it.

Most of all, I'm afraid of losing her. The fear of losing her, not knowing what she'd say or do afterwards, it's worse than the fear of Anti-Entropy falling apart at it's seams. Without her none of it matters. There's not an Anti-Entropy without her.

Tesla has been one of the only people who has been there since the beginning. All of the memories we made together, the mischief we got up to, all of it. Even after everything that's happened we are still by each others side. Throughout all the arguments, frustration trying to figure out where to go next, none of it was able to pull us away.

As pathetic as it is to say, she's the reason I keep going forward. Every time she starts going on about a new interest, a new idea for an experiment, her wanting to spend time together, even her questionable temper, all of it reminds me why we're still here and why we need to continue forward.

Why I'm still here. Why I need to continue going...

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She began writing. Although it would look like nothing but mathematical nonsense for an experiment, to her and Tesla it made complete sense. They had originally created it to pass notes back and forth undetected, which eventually resulted in them using it to talk with each other in front of others without them knowing.

Ultimately she did this in an attempt to make others not understand it, and assume she simply needed scratch paper should it be found. As for Tesla, she was already aware of her journal and knew she hadn't used it in years. If she put it back before she got home there was a high chance she'd never even know. Besides that, they promised each other not to lie to the other and keep secrets.

They both were aware of the irony of their promises to each other.

Starting was a struggle. Embarrassment, confusion, all of it made it difficult to get a word down.

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Every moment we've spent together will forever stick with me. Even the times where everything backfired. The moments where we just sat there staring at the sky. The mischief we caused around Schicksal, recruiting Joachim to play pranks on others. I'll cherish these forever.

Even the moments when we were both tired and exhausted. The several times she's come home and just fallen asleep on me while I worked. Having to remind her to eat after procrastinating until the last possible second and locking herself up in our office. Her having to snap me out of it whenever I do the exact same thing.

Staying up all night talking and joking with each other, discussing plans for when we were off, brushing her hair after she gets so frustrated I worry for the brush's well being, they seem so menial in the grand scheme of things but they're what's most important to me...

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After an hour, Tesla opened the front door. She glanced around noticing how quiet it was. Slightly frowning, she threw her purse on a table and went towards their room. Not in here.

"Maybe she's working," she mumbled walking towards their office. Glancing around the corner she saw the girls blue disaster she called her hair. She stood in the doorway for a second. After a minute of either Einstein not noticing her, or just ignoring her again, Tesla walked in and pulled her chair next to her.

Sitting down, she laid her head on her shoulder closing her eyes, "Hey mophead."

"Hey, Tes," the girl responded, fear running through her mind as she debated what to do. "Work go okay?"

The girl next to her angrily made a noise before mumbling, "Every day god keeps testing my patience I get closer and closer to killing someone."

Einstein chuckled, patting her on her head. "On the bright side we're off for the next few days, maybe god will have mercy on your nonexistent patience."

Annoyed mumbling was barely audible. She smiled softly, just staring at the ball of anger and annoyance laying on her.

After a few minutes of silence Tes raised her head. "What are you even doing in here-" pausing to fix her glasses, "-you're normally getting ready for bed by now."

Einstein began reaching for the notebook, "I was reading earlier and wanted to jot down some notes to pass the time. It is quite boring here while you're gone."

She seemed to accept the answer, looking down towards the book curiously. Glancing over the pages, she began yawning. "Eins, are you almost ready to go to be-"

Einstein glanced over at her, confused as to why she went silent.

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I doubt I will ever bring any of this up to her, whether it be out of cowardice or fear.

Logically, considering our circumstances and past experiences, there's around a 95% chance that nothing bad will happen. However, that five percent risk is not worth it to me.

We almost complete each other in a strange sense. Complementing each others personalities in a way I can not describe.

I truly love and admire her. If I have to live for the rest of eternity there's nobody else I'd rather have by my side..

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The redhead stayed silent, unable to process what she was reading. It was at that moment Einstein realized how she might've just fucked up. Neither spoke.

Eventually Tesla looked at her, barely able to even make eye contact. Words struggled to even come out. "Li-li-liserel I.. we need to talk."

"Tesla I-" Before she could say anything the other girl had already ran out, nearly tripping over herself.

She stared out the empty door. Her chest hurt, she blinked tears away trying to calm down.

'Dear Lieserl,

Although I am aware you don't believe in running off of emotions, there are certain situations that can not be solved through physics or logic. That's part of the reason I am gifting you this before I go back to Berlin.

You're probably annoyed reading this, and thinking 'This old man sounds like those psychologists,' but life's not always black and white. I trust that Emma will take care of you, though she can be overbearing at times. However, if things ever become to much for you to handle and you feel alone, try to write it all down within here. It sounds silly, but sometimes putting your feelings out there will help you figure out a solution to things. You may not understand this now, however I believe over time when you begin to meet more people and gain experiences you will understand.

Whenever I return we can sit down and discuss it together. Treat this as your way of talking to me and remembering important details you want to share.

I'm unsure of when I'll be able to return, but I will certainly try to make it soon. I'm extremely proud of you, and I can't wait to see what you end up accomplishing in your life.

PS. If you ever have a moment I would love it if you could send me letters about how you're progressing in your studies. Tell Emma I said hi for me as well.

From the 'slightly less annoying old man,'

Karl.'

Thirty minutes had passed with Einstein pacing laps around their office. Thoughts raced through her mind, and she dreaded leaving their office to find her.

'How am I supposed to face her. Is this the end.'

Tears streamed down her face, all she wanted to do was disappear into thin air.

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Tesla was sat in their room, holding the picture from her nightstand. Her mind was racing, confusion, embarrassment, fear, and exhaustion all came together to make her over think and panic.

Stress from the situation caused her to zone out, not even acknowledging nor noticing anything else around her.

Einstein eventually forced herself to leave their office, if only because she was worried about Tes. Wiping her face, she took a deep breathe and looked around the corner to see her sat on their bed. Her hair was a mess, and it had been clear she'd been crying.

Hesitantly she began walking towards the end of the bed and sat down, the other girl never even noticing her there. Reaching over, she tapped her shoulder causing her to jump.

"Tesla I'm so sorry for scaring you.. I" She paused, unable to look at her as she stared at her silently. "Nikola I'm sorry, I never expected you to see any of that and I.."

Interrupting her, the girl forced herself to speak. "Please stop talking you dumbass.."

Caught off guard, she sat silent for a minute. Eventually, Einstein stood up, "I'm sorry.. Look, I'll go stay with Joa-"

"That's not what I meant, Einstein. Stay here Lieserl.." it went silent, until she barely whispered "please.."

For once Einstein was the one left confused on what the other was thinking. Her facial expression couldn't be read like normal, though it was partly because strands of hair had covered some of it.

"We need to talk about this... We should've had this conversation years ago." She sat the picture of the two back beside her, looking at the other girl.

She sat back down, anxiously messing with her jacket. "Tes how much of that did you see.."

"All of it.." she said softly.

"I should've told you this a long time ago, Tes."

They sat silently, unsure of where to go from there.

"Look Tes, I've loved you for a long time. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't feel like this-"

"Are you stupid, mophead.. Why are you sorry." she paused, looking down embarrassed, about to cry, and mumbled "I've felt the same for a long time.. I never expected you actually felt the same."

Einstein sat there, unsure of what to say. "What does this mean then.."

".. I don't know."

"Well.." standing up she walked to Tesla and held her hand out, awkwardly. ".. Will you be my girlfriend, Tes?"

Tesla hesitated before reaching out for her hand, "And you say I'm bad at social interactions.. Here you are making things awkward."

"This is different, you can't even order at a drive through without becoming an awkward mess."

"I hate you."

Einstein chuckled, "So is that a yes?"

"Yes."

The girl bent over and kissed the other on her forehead, before letting go and standing back up. "Go get ready for bed, we should've been asleep over an hour ago. I'm tired." She said casually.

“You’re the reason we’re still up. You better let me sleep in tomorrow.”

“Not a chance, we already had plans remember.” She teased, tapping her nose, “You promised me you’d let me drag you out of the lab and go look at the museums tomorrow.”

“Is it too late to break up.” Tesla said smiling and rolling her eyes.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Tes.”

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December 15th, 19XX

Although I ultimately regret how everything happened, I am glad it happened. We're happier than we've been in years, and it shows. Life seems brighter than before.

Joachim is scared that we've lost our sanity. While he is partially correct, I'm more likely to believe Tesla's excitement and joy has scared him. We haven't mentioned it to him or anyone else as of now. We won't hide it, but it doesn't matter to us whether or not people know.

I don't know what the future holds, what I do know is that we'll get through whatever it has in store for us.

~ Lieserl Albert Einstein

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46. Bath

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi

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“Bonfire time?” Ethan asked, surveying the warm beginnings of sunset, and Karl nodded, licking the taste of cigar from his own lips.

“Bonfire time,” he agreed, eyeing the cart of firewood that was moving toward the open field in front of his makeshift car yard. Or what would have been a car yard, if Ethan didn’t keep complaining about it. Apparently he wanted a “garage” and not a “tetanus infested junkyard”. So Karl had halted hauling in more pieces until he could construct a proper workshop.

“Why not down in the field? Lots more space,” Ethan mused.

“They still see it as a mass grave,” Karl reminded him. “Won’t set foot on it.”

Ethan nodded, accepting this answer, and turned, realizing the engineer was staring at him. The blond almost looked as if he would smile, but then his lips tightened as he asked, “Aren’t you going with them?”

“Nah,” Karl said, and then gestured to Zoe, who was nearby, walking with Rosemary’s feet on top of hers, holding the little girl’s hands as if she were a puppet.

“We good?” Karl flashed a hopeful thumbs up.

“You go do your thing, boys,” she said knowingly, her smile uncontrollable, unlike Ethan’s. “Auntie Zoe’s got this.”

“Sorry, what?”

“C’mere,” Karl gestured toward the emptying house. The entire clan would now be partaking in the more traditional, outdoor elements of festival--dancing, probably, getting caught on fire, probably, and lots of alcohol--definitely. Sunset was a time for ritual and superstition, but Karl knew they’d have plenty of time for that later.

He’d made plans after Ethan’s huffing demand for a date. There were not many date-worthy venues in the general vicinity, but that didn’t deter Karl. He knew Ethan enjoyed almost nothing more at the manor than luxurious baths, and when he spoke to Zoe about the idea, she not only urged him to go for it, but brought supplies from the airport, smuggling them to Karl the first chance she got.

This reassurance, and the help, didn’t make him less brimming with self-doubt, or less internally terrified as he took Ethan’s hand and led him inside the home. Karl realized his heart was in his throat, hammering in a way he hadn’t felt since he was in his twenties. He tried to tell himself it was a good thing. This was normal, and he would be fine. Even though it had been essentially forever since he felt these feelings, much less acted on them.

“What is happening?” Ethan asked doubtfully, but allowed Karl to lead him through the long hallway.

“Got a few hours to ourselves, told you, I was savin’ up for tonight.” Karl turned, walking backwards so he could better gauge the other man’s reaction. At these words, Ethan’s expression passed from confused, to shocked, to almost giggly. When he smiled, it made Karl think of the first time they’d met after ‘death’ . At the beach. Ethan had tilted his head, still smiling…he smiled so easily there. “ Where did you come from? ”

Karl could have melted. Then, and now. He pulled them into the familiar workspace, once a master suite wing of the manor. It housed its own parlor, sleeping area, and bathing area, none of which Karl used for any of their intended purposes. Ethan stared dubiously at the large, messy room, which caused Heisenberg to joke, “Ta-da.”

Ethan actually scoff-laughed. But he continued to follow Karl past the walls of hardware shelves and toolboxes, where the door to the bath chamber awaited. Confusion wove its way back onto the blond’s face when he saw the door, and Karl fumbled with his back to it, opening it and stepping in, still backward.

Coal mine money paired with the Roma blood in Karl’s lineage made for some insanely gaudy interior design. This bathroom was on some level practical, he supposed, but unnecessarily large and ornate. Alcina would have either loved it, or called it garish. Either way, her bigass head would have fit into the vaulted ceiling, and the corner garden tub was more of a pool, fashioned after Roman-style baths. It had been full of vines with broken plumbing when he’d returned here, but Karl and the Roma boys had fixed all of that months ago.

The tub-pool was just as ornate as the walls and chandelier, with a decidedly Byzantine influence. Karl had wanted to pound the thing into pieces with his hammer more than a few times while working on it, but they’d repaired all of the tile surrounding the old ceramic tub, and dare he say, he was proud of how it looked, even if it looked ridiculous to him.

He was also proud of the touches he’d put here earlier--curtains drawn, lamps low, scores of candles around the room, the wine and whiskey Zoe brought on a nearby porcelain table, along with dozens of bouquets of every wildflower in a five kilometer radius, brought in by giggling teenage girls. Fragrant oils and bubbles-complements of Zoe-completed the absurdity of this scape of hopefully, Ethan-paradise.

For a brief horrific moment Karl watched Ethan’s stare, saw the hazel eyes widen at the jarring setting of the dimly lit, warm-toned room, and he realized he could not read anything from the blond. He shuffled backwards as Ethan stepped inside, still slowly taking in the setting. Karl fidgeted, unsure what to say, incapable of saying anything.

Ethan sprang toward him and kissed him excitedly, and Karl finally exhaled, the action turning into a hum as he enjoyed Ethan’s lips. His question answered, he now slammed the door shut behind them and lowered his hands to the other’s belt.

The spell was broken when Ethan pulled away, hesitancy on his face. He put his hands over Karl’s.

The brunette stifled a glare, but his eyes begrudgingly asked the question, which Ethan immediately answered.

“Miranda--”

“ Jesus Christ , Ethan,” Karl snapped, flapping his arms to his side. “That’s what you bring up?”

“I mean, I did almost drown a few hours ago?”

“An’ you’re invincible, an’ we were arguing, an’ I was using my powers. AND, we didn’t know she could do that, you yourself said you were caught off-guard….soooo?” His palms spread out, upturned.

Ethan stared around the room again, and soon his worried expression melted. He glanced at the flowers and the wine, then at the lavish pool-tub in the corner. His eyes became full of the same sparkle usually reserved for Rosemary. “This is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s me, made outta sugar,” Karl said flatly. Hearing the word Miranda had shriveled all of his external, formerly excited parts back up inside of his body. He waltzed past Ethan and opened the whiskey first. The asshole. He could wait his turn for wine.

Ethan did actually giggle, likely sensing the other’s thoughts, and now he stepped behind Karl, threading his arms through the other’s sides and holding his waist while Karl poured the whiskey. Ethan’s chin fit snugly on Heisenberg’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry I brought it up,” Ethan offered solemnly, but he was still smiling as he looked around the room. Now his hands moved toward Karl’s belt in a continued apology.

Karl muttered to himself, and then downed two shots worth of whiskey immediately. It was the good stuff, and his entire palette burned. He shook his head and then poured more. Ethan was now tugging at his zipper, and the other man’s hands on him caused Karl’s heart rate to rise. Finally some blood crept back into his nether region. He smirked.

“No wine for me?” Ethan pressed, scooting close enough to grind himself against Karl. He was, as usual, already rock hard. Karl’s smirk turned into a lip bite, and then a grin.

“Hell no,” he answered with a chuckle, this time slowly sipping and savoring the whiskey while the blond moved his lips along Karl’s ear and jawline, planting the tender kisses that the engineer loved so much. Karl sighed, his guard finally lowering after the anxiety he’d kept pent up, and his adverse reaction to that word.

Karl was still apt to tease though, and he wasn’t finished drinking the second glass. He felt Ethan’s palms over his front, sliding up under his shirt, then down, under his pants. His breathing increased and Karl fought to stay calm and savor the drink amid the touch. He lowered the glass and licked his lips. Ethan’s right hand slid up from Karl’s chest to trail along his jaw and turn his head to the side. His tongue, then lips, tenderly caressed Karl’s, as if he was trying to find traces of the whiskey there. Fingers threaded through the brunette’s waves and Karl finally closed his eyes again. Yeah, fuck the whiskey. He spun on his heel, only breaking their embrace for a moment until his lips found the other, and now he commenced where he’d left off earlier; Ethan’s belt. It slid off with a single wrist movement, and the buckle clattered on the floor.

Ethan knew he’d won the other over and Karl could feel his smile through the kiss. His arms came up and around Karl’s shoulders, enveloping him as he exhaled breathily--Karl was already stroking him. A few more moments passed, Karl savoring the sweet sounds in his ear of Ethan already panting, and now he kicked off his own boots, pants following. Before he could pull away to remove his shirt, Ethan was already working on it; first Karl’s, then his own.

The engineer stepped back and beside the table where the wine awaited. With a pointed stare he uncorked the bottle and surveyed the red-faced blond from head to toe. “Keep goin’, Buttercup,” he urged in a coquettish tone. Karl poured the wine as Ethan blushed deeper, but complied, removing the remainder of his clothing. The engineer nodded toward the ready bath, but Ethan surprised him by taking his free hand--the one not holding the wine glass--and pulling him forward. They both stepped into the tub, and when Karl raised a quizzical eyebrow, Ethan pointed to the tiled sitting area on the side, steering them both toward it.

Karl sat, unable to wipe the genuine smile from his face; he never dreamt he would have made it this far with the scowling, temperamental blond. The plague of the cadou DNA took away what little rationality he had when physical; he had considered that one of countless roadblocks to…this. Whatever this was. A good dream. Respite.

Ethan lowered himself slowly onto one knee, sinking into the deep water, but his legs were so long that he was still nearly eye-level with Karl. Their eyes met, and both men held each other’s gaze for a long, tense moment. Ethan’s eyes seemed to be searching Heisenberg’s face, though the other didn’t know for what, and he simply stared back. After a moment of silence, Karl held out the glass of wine, the smirk finding its way back to his face.

The other took the glass, finally tearing his gaze away, and Karl watched with interest as another unreadable look overtook Winters. If he said that M word again, Karl was going to drown him. It was not uncommon for Ethan to interrupt a good moment with an expression of fear or concern, and Heisenberg braced himself for another moment. The now-empty glass was placed on a nearby windowsill, and Ethan sighed when his gaze found Heisenberg again.

“Karl--”

“I swear to god, Ethan--”

“--I’m in love with you.”

Now that was unexpected. Heisenberg blinked, stunned, and he faltered when he tried to speak. Ethan shook his head, pursing his lips, resting his arms on Karl’s thighs. “No, I mean. I am, but. I love you. I really do.”

Karl considered this. He had never heard the words before, not from anyone. Definitely not in that order or any similar order, and it was not what he expected from the man who’d mostly killed him last winter. Certainly didn’t expect to hear anything after six months. Certainly didn’t expect it anytime. He had no idea what his face was doing, he realized, and stared intensely at Ethan’s, hoping to return to verbal sometime soon. To get control of his mind. The whiskey wasn’t helping.

To his surprise, the blond’s furrowed brows lifted, and he laughed. This caught Karl completely off guard and he blinked several times. Had the confession been a joke? The engineer’s facial expression darkened as he suspected Miranda , but now Ethan clapped a hand over his own mouth in a very Ethan-specific way, allowing Heisenberg to exhale. He didn’t understand the response, but it was at least truly Ethan responding.

Winters shook his head.

“I--I’m sorry, I can’t believe….I said that?” He rolled his eyes, nodding his head. “I said that. I--wow, I’m sorry, I didn’t--”

Karl put his hands on Ethan’s shoulders, bringing him closer. For once he was at a taller height than the other and he stared down at him with what could be considered an almost frightened look. This was ten times worse than the anxiety Karl had felt about asking Ethan to work with him in the factory. Worse than the fear he had while awakening Ethan. Worse than anything so far. Could it even get worse than this?

One palm moved up to the other’s neck, grasping it firmly and stroking his thumb over Ethan’s cheek. Nevermind, he was thankful for the whiskey--his stomach felt as though it were thirty feet below him, but it was happily bobbing in a sea of alcohol. And he was thankful for his native language, because Karl would never be able to properly form these words in English. Still, it was mumbled in a single breath, almost stuttered, and he couldn’t look at Ethan, his golden eyes aimed at the bubbles between the pair of them.

“Ich liebe dich auch.”

With an almost-cringe, Karl’s eyes drifted back up to the other.

#winters and the beast

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (138): Fri 29th Jul 2022

Tonight was the end of an era as legendary soap Neighbours aired it's final episode. I've seen a lot haters criticizing the people who say they’ll miss the show even though they haven’t watched for years. Well for me Neighbours is something that I want to carry on existing even if I don’t want to have any involvement with it. Just like my kids. Truth be told I only watched Neighbours for about a year but it was a really good year. It was 2004, my last full year of school and I can remember the TV being left on after the news and I glimpsed actress Lara Sacher who played Serena Bishop and fell for her instantly. For the first few weeks I watched just for her but then got to know the other characters, characters that other viewers had known for years. Susan and Karl Kennedy, Toadie, Paul Robinson who had been there since episode one, Izzy Hoyland who was so fucking fit (and the actress who plays her is still really fit) and the legendary Harold Bishop. For the most part the show was quite cozy and seemingly harmless but every now and then it would hit you with a really gripping and shocking storyline. I was watching for the entirety of the Sky Mangel / Lana Crawford storyline where it was slowly teased and later confirmed that Lana was a lesbian and in love with Sky. When I was at school the subject of homosexuality was something that was played up for laughs and was a matter of ridicule but this was the first time I'd seen it treated seriously and it was between two schoolgirls nonetheless. I have an abiding memory of the entire year I watched Neighbours being constantly sunny for some reason which I know is a false memory I've implanted in my head probably due to the fact that in Neighbours the sun is always out and I've probably linked the two in my mind. As much as I enjoyed the show for the year or so that I watched in September 2005 Serena Bishop was killed (Though the possibility that she survived and merely faked her death was always hinted at) and now my chief reason for watching the show had disappeared and this was followed by numerous cast members I'd grown fond of also leaving and this was the point where I decided to stop watching. It seems ridiculous that someone who only watched the show for one measly year of it's 37 year run time would care so much about it coming to an end but the fact is I feel this way about all long running shows. I never watched Top of the Pops but I was sad when it came to an end because it had been going since the 60's and was so engrained in British popular culture. I think the reason that we get sad when TV shows end is because of the moments in those shows that coincide with moments happening in your own life and the two end up getting linked together. For instance I can remember watching the final ever episode of Byker Grove the day I got the job at the Glass Centre so whenever I think of one I also think of the other. My Dad used to take me and my sister swimming every Thursday when we were kids and I can remember when we would get back there would always be a great quiz show called 100% on so those two memories are linked together as well. When people look back at their favourite moments from a TV show they've watched they're also flashing back to where they were in life at the time as well. The final episode was a fitting goodbye with a lot of former faces including Margot Robbie turning up for a cameo. The main storylines were Toadie's wedding and Susan trying to work out what to write in the memory book for future generations. The moment everyone was waiting for was the return of Kylie Minogue and Jason Donovan which I have to admit even put a smile on my face and I wasn't even alive when they were on the show. It still blows my mind that 20 MILLION PEOPLE in the UK tuned in to see their characters get married, nearly a third of the population. This popularity the show once had also makes the cancellation all the more sad. To go from primetime BBC One in front of 20 million to getting axed by Channel Five is quite sad. Channel Five were at one point best known for a one off show where contestants had to run around an obstacle course naked which was presented by an equally naked Keith Chegwin, so the fact that the network who though THIS was top quality entertainment ended up being the final nail in the Ramsey Street coffin shows just how far it fell. Strangely enough the character ending I was most satisfied was Izzy's. Throughout the show she's been portrayed as a gold digger who has cheated on nearly all of her partners and tried to lie her way out of it. This time around she arrived back on Ramsey Street to tell Karl and Susan she was dating their son Malcolm and it was true love. In the last few episodes she's been seen flirting with Shane Ramsey and in this episode she finally gave into temptation and slept with him. Although part of me was hoping Izzy would get a happy ending I think this is probably the best final storyline for Izzy. It's more appropriate because while TV shows and movies often portray people as being willing to change their ways in real life they rarely do. Some people will always be pieces of shit. The show's final scene was really moving, Susan Kennedy took one final stroll around Ramsey Street summing up what it has meant to all the residents over the years. We got a final shot of the four pillars of the street: Susan, Karl, Paul and Toadie before getting a shot of the most legendary characters: Scott, Charlene, Harold, Paul, Mike and Jane before the iconic music theme tune played one final time to play us out. This was a very well done finale and I maintain that it's not beyond the realms of possibility that it could be brought back some day. Farewell Neighbours. I’m really going to miss this show...just like I’ve missed the last 5000 episodes

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