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casspurrjoybell-23 · 9 months

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The Raven - Chapter 26

*Warning Adult Content*

It is not long before the raven grows tired of being cooped up in his dreary tower after finally having a slight taste of freedom, the solitude of the barren room could never compare to the insurmountable joy he feels while in Prince Henry's company.

Courage stirs within him, his overwhelming desire to be close to the prince igniting a spark of brave rebellion he could never have imagined he would feel before.

As the adrenaline surges through his veins, Caleb decides to sneak out to see the boy who has recently been consuming his every thought, nothing could sate the hunger inside him quite like the mere sight of his prince.

Once again, he finds it easy to slip through the West Wing without being noticed, which only further fuels the thrill tingling down his spine.

As the raven meanders through the main halls of the castle in his shadow form, he is careful not to be caught by any patrolling guards or wandering palace staff.

He is not even the slightest bit sure about how people would react upon seeing a shadow moving so freely and he would prefer not to find out at this moment.

Instead, he would much prefer to keep his focus attuned to seeking out his prince.

The sudden sound of melodious laughter lures him in, drawing him down one of the many winding hallways.

Following the entrancing sound, the darkened form of the raven hopes it will lead him to his destination.

To his beloved Prince Henry.

As he gets closer to the source and the joyful noise grows louder, Caleb can tell that it is definitely Henry's voice he is hearing.

The prince is happy, laughing heartily, the cheerfulness in his voice is unmistakable.

This brings a smile to the raven's face and a radiating warmth in his chest, for he loves seeing his prince undeniably happy.

Closer and closer, the black-haired boy's steps take him until he reaches a room that looks similar to what he would imagine the prince's bedroom to look like.

This must be it... he is about to enter Henry's room.

His heartbeat quickens, the warmth within him spreading through his body as excitement entangles him within its grasp.

He approaches the door cautiously, his slow steps allowing the anticipation to build within him until he feels he might explode.

Halting just outside the door, Caleb can now hear a second voice floating from within the room.

A feminine voice.

The realization that there is a woman inside Henry's bedroom hits Caleb like a ton of bricks, stealing the air from his lungs as his mind whirls with possible scenarios of what could be happening just mere feet away from him.

Does this voice belong to Princess Elaina?

Why would Henry allow her into his bedroom?

Panic begins to overtake Caleb's entire body, his pulse racing and his breathing becoming labored and erratic as his heart swells and throbs with fear and a pain he has never before known.

Has Henry changed his mind or worse, did he not mean the words he said?

Does he not love Caleb?

Has he decided to marry the princess instead?

"Oh, Henry. You are so funny," the female's voice giggles dramatically, the sheer volume of her high-pitched and squeaky tone causing another crack in the raven's already damaged heart.

As Caleb's mind spirals out of control, jumping to conclusions and imagining all of the worst-case possibilities that could come of this precise situation, he finds he has difficulty breathing altogether.

His previously strained attempts to force oxygen into his lungs have somehow become even more challenging and the raven is left gasping for air that seems to no longer exist.

This is an entirely new occurrence for him, what is this?

Hyperventilating is not something that Caleb has ever experienced before.

It must come with whatever raging emotions the boy is feeling right now.

Whatever it is, he really needs to calm down before his somewhat noisy failures to fill his airways draw attention and lead him to be caught skulking around the palace.

Closing his eyes, the raven takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, convincing his mind to hold onto that panic for later when he is alone, it is far too unsafe to show his weaknesses out in the open like this.

Right now, Caleb must decide what to do.

He had intended to visit Henry but the prince is not alone, should he risk being found out and sneak into his bedroom?

He cannot even be sure that Henry wants to see him right now, he may very well be far too preoccupied with his current visitor to even notice Caleb's unexpected appearance.

Perhaps he should simply return to the tower, where he can deal with this new onslaught of feelings and wait for his prince to come to him, Henry could not possibly be through with him altogether, not after the immense feelings they have shared.

Could he?

The raven dislikes that he has been put in this predicament with every fiber of his being but he knows he cannot blame Henry for it.

The prince did not even know that he was going to visit him, he could not possibly have been prepared for his sudden arrival.

Letting out a sigh, Caleb decides to return to his own room, leaving his prince behind to continue with whatever it is he is currently doing alone in his bedroom with the princess.

Caleb does not realize that he is so overwhelmed with emotion that tears are streaming steadily down his shadowy cheeks until he suddenly sniffles.

The sound startles him, having echoed more loudly through the empty corridor than he could have anticipated, luckily, there seems to be no one around to hear his humiliation.

The raven can feel his face flush with heat, his eyes likely beginning to glow their luminous red as embarrassment overcomes him.

As quickly as he can, he moves his shadow form along the wall with haste, doing his best to remain unnoticed should someone suddenly appear within the hallway to investigate the noise.

The faint sound of a sniffle draws Prince Henry's attention away from his guest, his eyes darting toward the doorway of his room.

His brows furrow in confusion as he tries to decipher the goings-on in the corridor.

What was that sound?

Is someone crying out there?

His heart pounds heavily against his ribs as his face suddenly drops in defeat, could it be Caleb?

It would undoubtedly be a pleasant surprise if his little raven had ventured out of his tower and sought him out of his own accord.

However, the prince's chest feels weighted down at the mental image of tears dampening that lovely pale face and glistening in those enchanting ruby orbs, the severity of the thought has his ribcage practically crushing his heart.

Removing himself from his seat, the prince makes his way to the partially open bedroom door and peers into the seemingly deserted hallway.

"Caleb?" he whispers, his voice both hopeful and full of sorrow simultaneously.

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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Long Distance Longing with the Brothers

Want a little angst and sweetness? I love how this turned out and I think it’s a new favorite for me. I honestly should wait to post it... But I have no patience, I love it too much. Weirdly enough, thank Taylor Swift’s new album for giving me this idea. Go figure. 🤷‍♀️

Warnings: Angst, implied starvation

Intro:

The brothers knew it was going to happen eventually. The year can't last forever, and at some point they were going to have to say goodbye to their human for the break… But that didn't make the situation any easier. Nobody likes being so far from the one they love. It was only a matter of time before our boys are reaching a breaking point...

Lucifer

Lucifer has never really had a reason to not to work before… Like, yeah there are those days where things get stressful and he takes a step back, but actually taking an extended period of time to just... not work? A "vacation" if you will? He’s never had the desire. What would he even do with himself?

Well, for the first time in literal God knows how many centuries, he had an answer for that question. He was going to be with MC.

And that's exactly what he told Diavolo when he finally accepted that missing the MC was negatively affecting his work.

He wanted a… "vacation."

Diavolo had never once thought Lucifer would ever ask, and to be fair the man never thought he would either, but he's more than happy to give his friend a few days off to visit his dear human.

Whatever brief hit that his pride took by having to admit that he needed a break was more than made up for by finally seeing the MC again. He knew he missed them, painfully aware of that fact, but just the sight of them waiting to meet him outside the portal was enough to nearly take his breath away…

His first vacation was sure to be paradise.

Mammon

Oh, the distance was killing this poor boy. Any day where he can’t have the MC on his arm feels worse than when he's on a losing streak…

Speaking of a losing streak, he's been stuck in one for a whole month without his beloved partner in crime with him. Did he lose his lucky charm or was he just too down in the dumps to gamble well? Anyone's guess.

Well he got fucking sick of it. He wanted to see the MC, ASAP. But how would he get to the human world…?

It takes a week but he gets an idea. It took another for it to actually trigger.

Like clockwork one of the witches he's regularly in debt to, one that just happens to be a bad gambler herself, summoned him out to give her a little extra luck. Usually, he'd just kick whatever slot machine she’s parked herself at and be done with it but this time he's got to ask… How long does that summon spell last, eh?

He made a new sort of bargain. She gets to take Goldie out for a spin if she gave him some time in exchange… 24 hours to be exact.

He didn't waste a second after striking the deal because he had a lot of flying to do.

The MC probably didn't expect to hear frantic knocking on their door at the break of dawn, nor to find a beat tired and disheveled Mammon leaning outside it….

But he embraced them for all it's worth anyway. If it meant feeling them in his arms again, he'd trade away the whole world if he had to...

Leviathan

He… didn’t do so well with the distance. Like at all. He'd mope around the house, constantly bemoaning how unfair things were. Not even his favorite games can give him any joy because those were the games he used to play with MC…

Sneaking in the occasional video call was pretty much the only thing that could make him smile anymore. Just seeing their face felt like getting a cold drink in the middle of a scorching desert… But he wanted more.

Thankfully, the MC themselves gave him a really, really good idea…

For two weeks straight, Levi seemed to get out of whatever funk he was in to help out around the House… Like, really help out. Suck-up levels of help out. It creeped everybody out...

After a time he finally approached Lucifer and made a simple request. There was an anime convention going on in the human world soon and he'd like to attend…

The ulterior motive for this little visit is practically written on the wall, but he'd been acting so damn unnerving for the past two weeks Lucifer just gave him permission to make him stop.

When the MC agreed to meet him on the opening day, they said they'd be dressed up as someone he'd recognize. Frankly, he was expecting Henry or maybe Ruri-chan but he was completely floored to see them waiting for him dressed in a familiar black hoodie with coral-like horns on their head and a carefully crafted serpent's tail behind them.

To this day he still can't decide what made him happier: seeing the love of his life so adoringly dressed as him or finally feeling their body collide with his after they came running to each other outside the convention hall...

In the end it probably doesn't matter because for that whole day alone, he finally felt like he had everything he could of ever wanted right there with him.

Satan

Satan's not one for idle moping so when he felt that yearning in his chest finally hit a tipping point, he didn't whine. He didn't complain. He got up and did something about it.

Teleportation magic is tricky to master and dangerous to perform even with sufficient skill. One wrong move and you could end up smearing yourself across three different continents…

But like that would stop him.

He pulled out every book he could find on the subject, researched for days, then practiced for weeks. First on books and apples, then on some of Lucifer’s belongings.

He had to keep making new excuses to throw Lucifer off the scent (especially after he started sending some of his shirts away to different parts of the house) but after some time, it finally paid off.

Satan was probably the last person the MC would have expected to see show up in their room randomly one night, sitting casually by a lamp and reading a book like he didn't just master time and space just to come say hi.

But who was going to be all that picky when they could finally shower their nerdy cat-lover in all the love and kisses they've both been missing for months now?

Asmodeus

If you took Asmo at his word, then the sheer depths of longing and despair he was experiencing while the MC was away could far outweigh that of anyone else to ever have existed in the history of all time.

He was the Avatar of Lust, desire was in his nature. Couple that with a burning need to have his lover as close to him as he possibly could and it was safe to say he was losing his mind!

This might have been the reason Solomon finally gave in after his 16th-ish time trying to beg the sorcerer to help him. He really was quite pitiful in this state...

When Solomon told Asmo that he could smuggle him out of the teleportation gate between the Devildom and human world ONLY if he could magically disguised his appearance, he was kind of expecting Asmo to refuse. This was Asmo he was talking about. He honestly thought that he'd rather die than deprive the world of his beauty so selfishly…

The world is full of surprises, ain't it?

No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing, the MC was suddenly mowed over by a "stranger" running at them at top speed like an Olympic sprinter. It’d probably have been pretty scary before Solomon lifted the enchantment shortly after to reveal their demon’s gorgeously familiar face.

Solomon wasn't going to let him stay too long, lest he incur the wrath of Lucifer, but Asmo couldn't care less. Be it a thousand hours or a few short seconds, he could always find a way to make his time with the MC last a lifetime...

Beelzebub

Fun fact, Hell freezes over a little every time Beel says "I'm not hungry…" No. Seriously. A freezing wind blasts across the entire Devildom like the realm itself gets a sudden chill...

So imagine the levels of panic that went through pretty much everyone there when his appetite started to fail him.

It's not like the poor baby could help it, food just tasted so much better when the MC was there that eating without them was like trying to digest actual disappointment… He got tired of trying after a while.

A few days of this behavior were worrying, but when he started to get a little thinner the family went into an uproar, starting with Belphie but soon spreading to the rest of the House as well.

Lucifer's soft spot for the twins may have influenced his decision. I mean, it was awfully generous of him to get Diavolo to approve of an fully sanctioned, planned meeting between Beel and the MC. He probably wouldn’t have offered that to anyone else...

Not that Beel cared about all that background favoritism anyway. Hell, on the day that he was finally allowed to see them, he couldn't be bothered by anything other than holding the MC close and hoping they'd never let him go again.

His appetite did return to him eventually, of course, but as long as he had his human with him even the cheapest street taco tasted like a fine five star-meal.

Belphegor

Frankly, Belphegor was sick and tired of missing people.

Ever since the Celestial War he missed Lilith. When he was stuck in the attic, he missed Beel. And now that the MC was away he was supposed to just sit patiently and miss them too? No way. Not happening. Something about that had to change.

It wasn’t the first time he'd gone to Lucifer in an angry huff, but admittedly he had more ammo than usual...

There was a… discussion between the two. It went on for a couple hours… There may have been some words to the effect of, "Don't you think you owe me?" exchanged…

Honestly, it was kind of amazing Belphie didn't end up in another attic "timeout" by the end of it. But he got what he wanted, so what's to complain about?

With a little persuasion on his part, Lucifer managed to get Diavolo to approve of a weekly visit for the two, SO LONG as Belphie stayed on his best behavior in the human world.

There wasn’t really much worry about him acting up, though, since he'd have his nap buddy back. It would be pretty hard to be a threat to humanity when he was too busy staying snuggled up to his favorite person until well past noon...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

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utterlyhopeful-fics · 3 years

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Midnight Magic

A/N: Wrote a smutty part 2 to accompany you lovely folks! 🥰🥰

MASTERLIST

Henry Cavill x Reader

Also, if I keep tagging you and you’re not interested or want to be tagged; please let know!

Word Count: 1855k

Warnings: MUCH PROMISED FLUFF, dirty talk, implied smut, foreplay, kissing, language, teasing

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Y/N wasn’t someone to demand attention but tonight was a different story entirely. Whether it be the holiday magic in the air or the sheer happiness exuding from her beaming smile, they’d never know for sure. She glazed into the fireplace awaiting the arrival of her midnight kiss to show up. The embers flickered uncontrollably creating a spellbinding illusion of comfort. The cerulean blue hue of her dress was majestically magnificent, custom designed to perfection leaving little to the imagination. Paired with a sexy high slit revealed the majority of her right leg; just enough access.

This New Year’s Eve Henry had the peculiar notion to get dressed up as if they were enjoying the evening out. Y/N almost died of happiness then and there seeing the childish reflection in her husband’s hypnotic orbs. 2020 was one helluva year and though it brought them closer than ever as a couple, Y/N wasn’t blind to the hardships occurring throughout the world.

His loins stirred excitedly as lust glazed over his features growing semi-hard. The only barrier holding them from going at it like teenagers. He licked his lips in anticipation eager to have his wife all to himself. No lavish parties or parades of people to entertain this year, just the lot of them, alone and horny. He continued admiring her from afar pouring two flutes of champagne for the pair.

“You look positively scrumptious this evening, Mrs. Cavill.”

Henry silently crept from behind sneaking up unsuspectingly slow. Goosebumps riddled her gorgeous skin rippling in masses. His breath ticked the tiny, delicate hair adorning her neck shooting a pleasurable surge to her limbs. Both endlessly love drunk on one another. His sensational touch alone kicked every sense into overdrive, heightened every emotion he emitted. Y/N reached back entangling her fingers with his newly deemed ‘quarantine curls’ she’d loved to tug on. Small bites traced down her neck leaving small marks in his wake of destruction.

“May I add how delectable you are in a tuxedo, Hen? My god, my poor ovaries must be working overtime.”

A salacious smirk broke out on his lips eyeing her lustfully.

“You haven’t the finest clue what I want to do to you right now, my love.”

Her hips grinded back on their on accord knocking the air from his lungs. All his remaining blood rushed to the tip of his cock as his belly stirred in playful chaos. They swayed back and forth to the melody playing in the background both reflecting on their last year together.

Henry lined himself up with the shell of her ear wrapping his bulky arm firmly around her waist drawing her as close as possible.

“I’m truly astounded this is our 12th year celebrating as a couple.”

Y/N smiled thinking back when they first met. The year was 2008, Henry was a newly promoted regular to a Showtime series called The Tudors. Y/N was a brilliant writer, the brains behind the complex operation. Henry considered her the beauty and brains; Y/N hated when he talked down about himself saying she’d never once doubted the man who became a wonderful husband and even better daddy.

One unparticular day he’d spotted her struggling to balance a pretty hefty pile of scripts and tumbled right into him. Luckily, his super-size and strength kicked in just in time catching the eye of the attractive stranger. In that moment, Henry knew there was something about this woman he craved to figure out. He was just the lucky bastard on the reciprocating end.

“And thank god your parents volunteered to take the kiddos for the evening. Some private adult time is just what the doctor ordered. We owe them BIG time.”

Y/N winked leading him to decipher the meaning behind her blanket statements. She stepped from his grasp breaking his hold on her. He whined at the loss causing Y/N to eye him curiously.

Oh, you little tease.

Henry’s frisky nature broke through lighting the atmosphere around them. Due to the ongoing pandemic and what not, Henry and Y/N found themselves in wintry London at their main hub of a home. Henry’s roots were deep-rooted and his plea so passionate as she agreed to move across the world with him. Their lives halted for the better allowing the family to spend more time than usual as a unit. Though initially hectic and overwhelming, they were secretly thankful for these little moments with their four children. It was a time they so dearly valued at their imaginative ages.

“Oh, I bet my pops could sense the sexual tension oozing off you, darling. You smell mouthwatering.”

“Hush! Besides it is completely natural to pursue a sexual relationship with my husband outside of our children. Gotta keep you coming back for more…”

“Oh sweets, you have no earthly idea how bad I want to fuck you every day of my existence. You are absolutely divine and somehow all mine.”

“I can’t take all the credit. Nobody’s ever made me cum the way you managed to figure out. You play me like a damn instrument.”

“With pleasure.”

“Ugh, you’re insatiable.”

“Oh, come on. Your sex drive is just as insane as mine. Admit it!”

Y/N bit the inside of her lip collecting her thoughts. Henry pried and teased her ribs forcing her to his whims.

“Fine, fine, you win! I’m a ravenous feign when it comes to you. You’d think having kids would cool my jets but then I see these gorgeous faces I birthed and it’s like I reset. Poof, just like that.”

“Well you’re a phenomenal Mum and quite the MILF too.”

Henry inhaled her perfumed scent taking a long sip of bubbly; anything to keep him from combusting.

“Let’s toast, love. We must.”

“My my, how time flies when you’re having fun.”

Her manicured fingers reached for the chilled glass looking up at Henry and his three-month-old beard. She rose her glass slightly higher in preparation for his speech. Her eyes gleamed with pride as she admired her husband.

“Thank you for loving me, Henry. Seriously, you changed my life in so many profound ways.”

The sap in him was beginning to show as his eyes watered with unshed tears; “My love, it is I who should be thanking for you the unending shower of love and affection. You are the beautiful mother of our four wonderous kids who are the absolute lights of my life because of you. You’re a woman worthy of many praises than my silly ramblings. Cheers to you and for another adventure of a year!”

She swatted his chest immediately shutting him up; “Don’t say that! I am just as equally lucky to have found someone who gets me for …me. It’s a wonderful feeling to have you by my side even if I did have to kiss a few frogs.”

“No doubt I the best possible selection.”

Y/N played along jesting back; “I wouldn’t go that far, maybe the easiest?”

Gob smacked Henry’s wit was rapid fire; “If memory serves, you were there too. And just as ravenous.”

“I was about to get nailed by an insanely hot British man. Can you blame me?”

“One look from you and I was a bloody puddle. I had to recite rugby players to keep from losing my shit.”

No matter life’s challenges the past years of their lives, their resolution to stay equals and lovers was stronger than ever. A sinful glow overcame Y/N as she stared directly up at him; “Cheers to you fucking me stupid then?”

“As you wish.”

She refused to glance away maintaining his smoldering gaze; her Y/C eyes screamed sex. His pupils dilated just as his heart speed up voraciously. Both subconsciously tilted their heads oppositely neither daring to move first, unwilling to yield. Y/N challenged his masculinity testing him. Many words could be used to describe Y/N but priss wasn’t one of them.

“Oi, you are a true keeper.”

Y/N checked the matching wrist watch completing her outfit; “T-minus 15 seconds until 2021 is here.”

Still unbreaking of her gaze, Henry stayed silent taking in the beauty of his wife. He could stare at her for the rest of his god given days and die a spectacularly happy man.

10,9,8

“Oh Hen, another marvelous journey with you. Can’t wait to see what 2021 has in store for us.”

7,6

She stared down at his inviting pout unable to look away nor did she truly want to.

“Maybe thinking about another baby?”

Her eyes bulged from her skull as shock illuminated from her pores.

“You’re joshing me?”

His lack of response was more than confirmation enough.

5,4

“There’s something so ridiculously sexy about you being pregnant. I always knew I wanted kids but with you, oh with you I want to have as many as humanly possible. Our very own football team.”

Confusion stamped her features at his terminology. Sometimes Henry forgot they were from different countries.

“Football as in soccer. You know the game with the checkered ba—”

Y/N cut him off; “Jeez baby, save your mansplaining. I’ve been on this side of the pond long enough to understand your oh so clever references.”

3,2

The pros and cons bounced around in her head, doubt never far behind but the mischievous joy coming off him was tantalizing; “Let’s do it.”

2,1

Cheers rang ecstatically from the television as fireworks commanded their attention but they only had eyes for one another. Henry closed the gap kissing her feverishly. He was forever seared into her brain ruined for all other men. Lost in the moment, Y/N barely had time to set her glass down untrusting of her own balance anymore. Henry followed shortly behind. Now with her newfound freedom, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck locking him in place. His questioning tone was almost cause for concern before his façade shattered.

“Really? I do so enjoy seeing you round with my babe. So, fucking irresistible.”

Henry’s jacket was long removed strewn over the couch. That left him standing only in his tight button up and trousers. Y/N merely leaned back his direction bringing his attention towards the zipper aligning her spine. Henry chuckled undoing her dress too easily watching the zipper flair apart. He couldn’t resist admiring the flex of her muscles and how striking she was. Tugging the material over the curvy hips, Y/N noticed Henry was far too overdressed.

“Take off your clothes, now.”

“You bossin me round, babe?”

His muscular tush ignited in minimal pain as her hand connected with his ass whipping rather harshly. A small red welt appeared instantly. Henry stood shocked as Y/N’s smug smile decorated her face.

“You really shouldn’t push me. I don’t like my authority questioned.”

Henry’s mood shifted at her use of roleplay knowing he was in for a well and good night. Henry stripped removing his boxer briefs last. Y/N strutted towards her bedside dresser pulling out a pair of metal handcuffs. Dangling them in front of him, she grinned bashfully; “You’re going to sit your ass on that bed and I’m going to tie you up now. Got it?”

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trashyswitch · 4 years

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The Afton Family Reunion

Chapter 1: A Surprise Visit

The Afton kids have been brought over to their father's workplace for a surprise visit! The Afton kids get to reunite with their favorite animatronic characters, and introduce their new 2 year old brother: Chris!

Tons of cuteness and silliness ensue...

I don't know how many parts there are going to be. But, I know there will be at least 2 parts to this. Hope you guys enjoy!

“Now remember kids: I want you three to be on your best behaviour.” Mrs. Afton warned. She pointed to Elizabeth first. “No annoying your father and no silly pranks on your Uncle Henry.” Mrs. Afton ordered.

“Awww…” Elizabeth whined, crossing her arms and pouting.

“Christopher, no being sassy to your poor father.” Mrs. Afton ordered her toddler. In response, Chris smiled and blew a raspberry into her face. With a sigh and a quick wipe of the face, Mrs. Afton moved onto her eldest: Michael. “Be a good example. And NO tampering with the animatronics.” Mrs. Afton ordered.

Michael sighed, but shrugged his shoulders. “Fair enough.” He replied.

“Thank you.” She muttered. Then, Mrs. Afton unlocked the back door to the pizzeria and opened it. “Now go in and surprise your father.” Mrs. Afton suggested with a smile. With no time to lose, Elizabeth, Michael and Chris all took off running to the stage.

“DADDY!” Elizabeth shouted excitedly.

“SURPRISE!” Michael shouted after her.

With a little help from Elizabeth, Chris ran up to his father as well. “DAAAAADAAAAAAAA!” Chris yelled as best he could towards the man.

William turned around in pure surprise and was suddenly bombarded by a ginger-haired girl and a little boy being held up to his face by a curly-haired teen. “Well lookie here!” William reacted.

“Awww! If I knew there was gonna be a family reunion, I would’ve brought Charlie!” Henry reacted.

Elizabeth sprinted up to Henry. “HENRY!” Elizabeth yelled, jumping up to give him a big hug.

“Well hello, Lizzy! What’s my cute little gingey doing in the pizzeria?” Henry asked, fluffing her orange hair.

“They came with me.” someone said behind her. Henry and William looked at the person, and smiled.

“Hi Sweety.” William greeted, giving her a big kiss on the lips. Almost immediately, Michael rolled his eyes and looked away, while Elizabeth smiled, crossed her fingers together and let out a loud “Awwww!”.

Henry snickered to himself as he heard Elizabeth practically swooning over her parents. William was snickering as well, and couldn’t even properly kiss her without a smile forming on his lips. Soon, William pulled away to allow the trapped chuckles to leave him. “Still find it funny how lovey-dovey Elizabeth is?” Mrs. Afton asked.

“Yup. I don’t think I’ll ever get over that.” William admitted.

“Same here. Raggedy Lizzie over here, might be getting a boyfriend before Michael even considers dating.” Henry told William with a smirk.

“Hey!” Michael reacted, elbowing Henry in the side.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS-” a voice spoke from the speaker.

Michael jumped. “What the-”

Mrs. Afton looked at her husband. “What’s going on, Will?” she asked. William only shrugged his shoulders in reply.

Henry scratched his head in confusion. “I thought they were in sleep mode?”

“FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT WOULD LIKE YOU TO PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR THE ONE...THE ONLY...FREDDY FAZBEAR!” The voice introduced.

“FREDDY FAZBEAR!” Elizabeth shouted excitedly.

Chris looked watched with starry eyes as a big brown bear walked out from the curtain and onto the stage.

“Do my bear ears deceive me? Do I hear...the world famous Afton children?” Freddy asked, looking down at the toddler, child and teen.

William smiled. “Hi Freddy! Your ears are really hearing them!” He explained. He walked up to Michael first, and placed his hand on his son’s shoulder. “You remember Michael, right?” William asked.

“Michael?!” Freddy reacted.

“Like, Tiny Mikey?!” Foxy asked with a wide eye.

Michael wasn’t sure what to say. That nickname was all too familiar to him. “W-Wait...How-”

Foxy walked closer to the end of the stage. “Well shiver me timbers!” Foxy yelled, hopping off the stage. “Yer up to my speaker now! The last time I saw yer cute little face, was when you were a little shorter than yer sister!” Foxy reacted.

A big smile showed up on Michael’s face as he got to see his childhood favorite animatronic face to face again. “It’s been too long! Man, I missed seeing you!” Michael outwardly said.

Foxy beamed and wagged his tail. “Really?!” Foxy bursted.

“I mean, yeah! I still have that foxy mask I got from my birthday party that year!” Michael told him.

“Oh yeah, his priiized possession! He NEVER lets us play with it!” Elizabeth added.

“It’s not a toy. It’s a collectable!” Michael argued. “It’s like Dad with his golden badge.” Michael mentioned.

William’s head shot up at Michael. “Excuse me?!”

“He’s not wrong, Will.” Mrs. Afton mutters.

“Or his hat, for that matter.” Michael added, glancing at the sneaky man that was standing behind his father.

Right at the same time, Henry grabbed the hat from William’s head. “I GOT IT!” Henry shouted, sprinting off.

“HEY!” Will shouted, taking off after him. “GIVE IT BACK!” Will shouted after him.

Bonnie, Foxy and the 2 older kids couldn’t help but laugh at the chaos. It was hilarious seeing his Dad so fed up over a simple hat.

“Oh! And of course, Elizabeth!” Freddy reacted happily, fluffing her hair.

“Hi Freddy!” Elizabeth said to him with a wave.

“My goodness! You’ve gotten big too!” Bonnie reacted. “And your hair has gotten very long. You have your own orange scarf!” Bonnie added.

“Yes! And:” Elizabeth paused and flipped her hair out of the way in a sassy way. “I can be Daphne from Scooby Doo!” Elizabeth said excitedly.

“Oh yeah! I forgot that TV show was still around.” Henry muttered.

“And lastly: our newest edition: Christopher Afton.” Mrs. Afton introduced, looking at her son.

“Or Chris for short.” Michael added.

Freddy gasped, placed his hand over his snout and mouth, and held out a finger to the toddler. “Hi Chris!” Freddy greeted.

Chris looked up at the bear and smiled. “TEDDY BEAR!” Chris shouted, pointing to Freddy. Freddy gasped excitedly and looked at Mrs. Afton. “Oh my gosh! I’d be crying of joy right now, if I had tears!” Freddy reacted.

While Freddy was trying not to melt from Chris’s radiating cuteness, Foxy had snuck up to Michael’s blind side and started poking his sides. “EEEP! FOXY!” Michael yelped.

“Wow! You’re still ticklish after all this time?” Foxy asked.

“I...maybe…” Michael replied.

“Yeah! He’s super ticklish! His sides are ticklish, his armpits are ticklish...His feet are ticklish too, but it’s hard trying to tickle his feet without someone holding them down.” Elizabeth spilled.

Michael, feeling both betrayed and playful, picked up his little sister and tickled her like there was no tomorrow left in sight.

Meanwhile, William had finally tackled his best friend onto the ground with sheer willpower, and was struggling to get his hat back from him. Upon hearing the animatronics’ conversation however, William found...other ways to combat him.

“Give the hat back right now, or I’ll be forced to reach for desperate measures.” William warned, pulling up his sleeves as he warned.

“Oh please...It’s just a stinkin’ hat! Is it really worth the- BAAHAHAHA! Uh oh! WAHAIT! WAIHIHIHIHIT!” Henry begged, falling into uncontrollable laughter just from a few squeezes to the ribs.

William had decided to expose Henry’s weakness by tickling his ribs and hips. “FEAR THE POWER OF THE TICKLE MONSTER!” William proudly declared.

“Aaaand THAT is where I part ways! Have fun you guys! Don’t kill Henry!” Mrs. Afton said quickly, before practically sprinting herself out of the pizzeria with the car.

“Okay. BYE HUNNY!” William yelled to his wife before continuing to tickle his best friend. William got the chance to tickle Henry for a good 5 minutes, before he was dragged away by Freddy Fazbear himself! “AAH! What the- You evil bear!” William yelled.

“Here’s a fun fact for you, Mr. Purple Guy:” Freddy said to him.

“Uuuuh...Rude much? I was trying to get my hat back.” William tried saying.

Freddy started poking at William’s sides, taking the information from Elizabeth and using it on him. “You’re not the only tickle monster in this Pizzeria…” Freddy warned.

William’s eyes widened as he started squirming away from the pokes. “NO, no! No no no! Don’t you even THINK ABOUT IT! I WILL HIT YOU!” William warned, showing Freddy his fist.

Bonnie, Foxy and Henry all bursted out laughing at the man. “Nice try Will. Little reminder: Freddy is made of metal.” henry reminded him.

William’s smile dropped at that statement, before he looked down and felt Freddy’s arms. Yup...they were metal alright. “...Well- EEK! Nohohoho, NOHOHohohoho!” William warned before falling into an uncontrollable giggle fit.

Freddy was tickling his sides and hips as much as he possibly could while he was stuck in his grasp. Michael had paused his tickle attack on Elizabeth, so he could watch the rare sight in awe.

Eager to join, Michael looked over at his sister and held out a hand. “Truce?” Michael offered.

“Truce.” Elizabeth shook his hand, before letting go and throwing her hand into the air. “Now let’s tickle Dad!” Elizabeth declared.

Michael and Elizabeth ran to either side of their father and started tickling him almost right away! While Elizabeth went for his armpit and upper ribs, Michael went for his belly and his hip.

“GAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAHAIT! KNOHOHOHOHOCK IHIHIT OHOHOHOHOFF!” William shouted.

“Wow! You’re REALLY ticklish! I don’t even need to tickle you very much! Mike and Lizzy have it all covered!” Freddy reacted.

“You bet we do!” Elizabeth added proudly.

“LEHEHEHET MEHE GOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” William begged.

“Geez! We're not even tickling you very much! You must be crazy ticklish!” Michael teased.

“YOHOHOHOU THIHIHIHIHINK?!” William yelled.

While Elizabeth and Michael were getting revenge on their father for all the tickle fights he started, Henry had picked up Chris and was holding him with a smirk. Chris was giggling and laughing upon seeing his Dad laughing in the bear’s arms. “Is dada being funny?” Henry asked him.

“Dada tic-ish!” Chris told him, pointing at his father.

Henry smiled and chuckled. “I know. He’s very ticklish.” Henry told him.

“U’cle tic-ish?” Chris asked, before somewhat wiggling his fingers on Henry’s neck.

Henry tittered at the surprisingly really ticklish feeling. The man wasn’t expecting the toddler’s tickles to actually tickle him. He curled his neck slightly and sent Chris a toothy smile. “Hehehehe! Yeah, Uncle Henry is ticklish too.” Henry replied, still slightly giggling.

Chris looked up at Henry’s glasses and immediately stopped tickling him. “G’assis!” Chris exclaimed excitedly.

“Yeah! I do have-” Henry’s words were interrupted by Chris’s slightly aggressive grasp on his glasses. “Ah ah ah, careful.” Henry warned.

“Ca’ful.” Chris said back. Chris held onto the glasses, and immediately found out they could fold up and down. Upon learning this, Chris started folding the glasses up and down, up and down, up and down like the world depended on it.

Henry looked like he was gonna melt upon seeing the child grow so fond of something so simple. “Aww! He likes your glasses!” Chica reacted.

“I know.” Henry said as calmly as he could muster.

Looking up, Chris ended up dropping the glasses upon seeing a big yellow animatronic animal! “DUCKY!” Chris yelled happily.

Chica opened her beak in surprise and placed her hand on her chest at the adorable sound. “Awwww! Hi there, I’m Chica!” She introduced herself.

Chris held his arms out and started opening and closing his hands. Henry smiled. “He wants you to hold him.” Henry explained.

“Really?” Chica asked.

“Mm hmm! Here:” Henry handed Chica the little child and helped Chica hold him in the proper safe way. When Henry brought his hands away, Chris was sitting up in Chica’s arm, resting on top of her arm.

“Yelllooow!” Chris declared.

Henry smiled widely, and started waving to William and the other kids. “Michael! Elizabeth! Stop tickling your father and get over here!” Henry encouraged them. Michael and Elizabeth both seemed to have stopped their tickle attack, and looked over at Chica with their little brother.

“Awww! Chris is with Chica!” Elizabeth reacted happily, running over to the chicken and the toddler.

Chica, starting to grow confident with him fairly quickly, lifted the boy up onto her shoulders and held onto Chris’s legs.

“Wow! You’re so tall!” Michael joked.

Chris laughed excitedly and reached his arms up towards the roof, to try to touch the ceiling. “WEEEEEE!” Chris squealed excitedly.

“Hey Chica! I can do that too!” Freddy told her, before lifting up William and placing him onto his shoulders.

“OH GOD-...Ooooookaaaayyy…” William muttered, visibly nervous.

Michael, Elizabeth and Henry all laughed at poor William. “Awww! Baby William is soooo tall!” Henry teased.

“I...uh-well...Shut up!” William shot back at him.

“Uh oh! I think the baby’s a liiittle agitated.” Michael teased.

Elizabeth giggled at this. “He might need some tickles on the feet to fix that issue!” Elizabeth suggested.

Michael gave Elizabeth a light nudge. “Good idea, Lizzy!” Michael reacted.

Henry smirked and walked up to his best friend. “I can gladly volunteer. I do need a little revenge of my own, after all.” Henry added, removing his slip-on shoes and giving his first foot a light scratch.

“Nohoho! Hehehenry!” William giggled, tugging on his foot.

“Yes? What would the widdle pwecious Afton like?” Henry teased.

“Hahahavehehen’t I beheen tihihicklehed ehenough tohodahahahay?!” William asked.

“No! No you haven’t, actually! You need to be tickled a lot more than that!” Henry told him. Henry removed the other shoe and let it bounce onto the ground. “Hold on!” Henry warned before skittering both pairs of fingers on William’s feet.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA! COHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!” William laughed.

Chris started laughing right about the same time too! Curious as to why, Michael turned around and snickered at his little brother. Chris was pointing at his father and laughing his head off, while Chica was smiling and making little remarks towards Chris about William. The little guy looked like he was watching the funniest thing he’s ever seen in his entire life!

Eager to save this, Michael walked up to one of the cameras in the room and turned it a little, so the camera lens was facing the silly scene. He wanted to get this video on recording, so he can get the video onto a videocassette to show his Mom at home.

This was gonna be the PERFECT blackmail for him...

#chris afton is the crying child #ticklefic #switch!william #switch!henry #ler!michael #switch!elizabeth #slight ler!chris #Family Fluff

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12 Days of Turn-“Decorations”

Another lbl ficlet, this one convers my favorite side plotline, Thaddeus and Elizabeth Schuyler. It is shorter than an average chapter and shows the more intelligent side of Adrienne more explicitly than usual. I really like this piece because it shows how their relationship and lives are developing later in the fic. If you like it please give this post a like, comment, and/or reblog!

Adrienne had to admit that the camp in Morristown was growing on her. She never in a million years would have guessed it, but Adrienne found that she did not mind the noise of the camp. She enjoyed the walk she took to visit John every morning walk through the officer’s tents that lined the inside of the camp. She would ride if she did not have young John with her, usually, on the days she deemed it simply too cold to his slight frame. These same days her husband would scold her for visiting, claiming that he required her in the best of health and that riding through the snow and cold was actively working against his wishes. He would then proceed to pull the chair from his desk to rest in front of the office fireplace, bidding her sit there till the rosiness in her cheeks was no longer caused by windburn and chill. Today, however, was different.

Today Adrienne did not venture out to visit with John in the morning, for no particular reason beyond the desire to stay warm and cozy in her bedroom here at the Cochran’s New Jersey estate. She had only moved from her bed to collect her darling boy from his resting place so that she might hold him close, propped up in the bed. The two of them made quite the sight, still dressed in none but her chemise and dressing robe, her sweet, rapidly growing boy, wrapped loosely in his blankets. They remind this way for some time, Adrienne delighting in each little coo and squeal that lit up across his face, until she finally rose from her bed, dressing her young John with a new sash to match the deep green color of the candy stripe silk gown she donned for the day.

The house was not decorated, likely because of Gertrude Schyler Cochran’s old age, but Adrienne had discussed it with her some nights ago and today was the day. Today would be spent decorating the house. Adrienne had been given free rein over the house’s servants and fully intended to join them in their decorating as much as she did at Belvoir when she was young. She stood before the parlor’s mantle, reaching up to fret with the greenery and holly upon it, but shrieked when two large hands landed on her waist, a tricorn hat being held in one of the hands.

Hot breath fanned out across the side of her face, “And what crime has this greenery committed that it might be subjected to your scrutiny this morn, my dear?”

Adrienne huffed, placing a hand comfortingly over the empty hand on her waist, “It refuses to look as charming as the rest.” She continued to fiddle with it, prompting John to steal a kiss to place upon her cheek. “John!” she admonished, “Not in the parlor! It is too public.”

“Because a man placing a kiss on the cheek of his wife is cause for scandal?”

“Because he does so in the home of another that has been so kind as to open it to them? Yes, indeed.”

John turned her ’round in his hands and defiantly placed a kiss upon her lips, maintaining his grip on her when she playfully attempted to push him away. “And where is my son?”

“Is that why you are here,” she deflected, teasing, “Just to see your son?”

“No,” he retreated, “I sorely missed my morning visit from the best wife on American shores and was worried something had happened.” John scoffed, dramatically looking around the room to add to his performance, “I see now that I was merely cast aside in favor of holly and pine.”

“Very important holly and pine,” Adrienne defended.

“You are dodging the question,” John accused, coming back around to his original inquiry, “Where is my poor son?”

“Our son,” Adrienne emphasized, “Is out with Miss Elizabeth Schuyler.”

John laughed cheekily, “I see he is already endearing himself to the ladies.”

This prompted a giggle from Adrienne, “Oh, you should see the charms he puts on for Mrs. Martha Jefferson. I would not be surprised if you were to receive an offer for their youngest.”

John snorted, pulling her close to rest her head against his chest for a moment before furrowing his brow in realization. “Is Miss Schuyler not out on a stroll with Alexander this morning?”

“She is,” Adrienne hummed.

“And our son is with them?” he asked, confused.

“Was that a poor decision?”

“It might have been,” John argued, “I cannot speak for Miss Schuyler’s own talents, but Alexander is absolutely miserable with children.”

“Well,” Adrienne began, “If what I have been hearing is true, I should imagine he will need to improve upon that greatly.”

John looked down at her, some light surprise etched into his face, “You really believe that she will choose our brash Colonel Hamilton over Thaddeus’ soft-spoken temperament?”

“I know that she has been spending far more time with Colonel Hamilton. As well as asking about his person, his history, and temperament.” Adrienne smiled softly up at her husband, “And I think that by this time next year, he may find himself in your shoes.”

She wanted to add that with Alexander preoccupying Miss Schuyler’s thoughts and time, she would not have any time to concern herself with Adrienne’s Thaddeus. Their relationship has been strained since the wedding, Thaddeus remaining close with John, enough so to be named John Henry Laurens’ godfather. But since the birth, he has been standoffish at best, no doubt to take it as a sign to step away from the seemingly happy family.

Adrienne missed him, and finding out from Lafayette about his courtship with Elizabeth Schuyler tore her to pieces. She sat with the Marquis in his tent, allowing him to hold her in his arms, crouched down on the grass floor of his tent together as Adrienne cried in his arms. His quiet soothing and the comforting little nothings whispered into her ear were not something either of them would be remembering any time soon. Whenever Thaddeus did visit Belvoir, he would vocalize that he called upon John Henry, not her, bringing various gifts that Adrienne made a point to put on display, to give them use. If he would not talk with her, she would have to find other avenues to ensure he saw her appreciation.

She never told him she knew. Thaddeus was pushing her away, and if Lafayette did not tell Adrienne about Miss Schuyler, he likely would have never told her. Adrienne would not have been surprised if they had gotten married, being far too similar in temperament to one another to not work seamlessly. She would be wounded by the lack of invitation that would likely be extended to her, but she would survive, if just barely.

Adrienne was torn from her pathetic musings by a kiss placed delicately to the side of her neck. “We could take this upstairs.” John was whispering against her skin, the hot air against the sheer of the wrap across her shoulders.

“No,” Adrienne flushed, pulling away from him, “Not here, my dear. If you wish such activities, you must visit me in Virginia.”

“You know I cannot do that, my love,” John whispered against her skin, pulling her back into his arms before the fireplace.

“You can,” Adrienne began, staring into the unlit logs, “But you will not.”

John sighed, “Come now, Addy, I thought we had passed this. I thought we were warming up to this possibility for our future.”

“You had done that years ago,” Adrienne replied briskly.

Another sigh escaped John’s lips, “And you would rather make it out that I and all of my closest friends are playing dress-up till tomorrow, or the day after, we will all give up and go home.”

“It is settled then,” she bristled, “I think you nonsensical, and you think me naive.”

“That is not what I meant,” he murmured.”

“Isn’t it?”

John released her, stepping away from the mantle to lean up against the arm of a chair. “Can we not do this,” he begged, his face worn from the previous arguments on this same topic.

“Of course,” Adrienne conceded, moving back to fiddle and fluff the greenery, “Why would we ever wish to talk about the biggest divide in our marriage.”

“Would you like me to leave?” John offered defeated

“Only if you wish to.”

“Do you wish me to?’ John asked, peering up at her as she turned slightly to see him over her shoulder.

Adrienne huffed, allowing her arms to drop from fiddling with the greenery atop the mantle, approaching the arm of the chair her husband threw himself in and perching herself on top of it. He rubbed his thumb in circles over her wrist, and she pecked a kiss on his cheek.

Eventually, they had shifted to the couch, John’s arm wrapped around Adrienne’s shoulder as she leaned against him. There was some chatter outside the house, the front door being visible from Adrienne’s spot on the couch. She noted the heavy blush across Miss Schuyler’s cheeks, the broad smile donned by Colonel Hamilton as his eyes glittered with joy. Her lips pulled subtly into a smirk. If this behavior continued, then Miss Schuyler should become Mrs. Hamilton in no time at all. And the quicker she took the redhead’s name, the sooner Thaddeus’ attentions would return to Adrienne. All would become right in the world once again when the lean arm around Adrienne’s shoulders could be replaced by the curving muscles of her dark-haired lover. All will become right when she is pressed with a kiss, not from soft lips that hold a sweet taste upon them, but with slightly chapped ones with the remnant taste of black tea and coffee in their crevices.

#i love seeing adrienne be a smart bitch #adrienne fairfax #lady adrienne fairfax #john laurens #elizabeth schuyler #hamilton #alexander hamilton #thaddeus kosciuszko #thadrienne #lbl #luck be a lady #12 days of turn #12daysofturn2020 #12 days of turn 2020 #turn amc #turn: washington's spies

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Isabella Aldwyn

Skeleton: The Hoyden Name: Isabella Rose Aldwyn Age: 24 Family Title: Viscounty Cheltenham About: See Below FC: Caitlin Stasey

O1 ━◞ ISABELLA

Being the eldest of the female Aldwyns was always a curse for Bella, specifically because of her personality. Headstrong, independent and stubborn, if you told her to go left, she would go right without a moment’s hesitation. And when she did so, she’d speak with such a sweet and charming tongue abreast mirthful giggles that you’d always sigh in defeat because you simply can’t turn down that look of sheer joy. Known among the household to be as unruly as a wild stallion yet to be broken in, many of the house staff and family members who must manage her affairs are often chasing after her, her body racing as quickly as her mind (and attention span). Upon hearing such comments, Bella wholeheartedly agrees that she proudly has the spirit of a stallion, wild-hearted, adventurous and happy to indulge in what freedom she can taste. She believes very strongly in making her own decisions and following her own path, an opposite sentiment to what she’s been taught all her life and she struggles constantly with the tension of what she selfishly wants and what’s expected of her.

Bella wears her heart on her sleeve, unashamedly expressing her highest highs and lowest lows. Neither does she shy away from confrontation. Especially when displeased or when facing conflict, she will say it as it is, no matter how hard she tries to keep her mouth shut. Her loose tongue has gotten her into deep trouble more than she’d like to admit.

While impulsive, Bella also lacks any sense of self-preservation. At her best, it means she will go above and beyond (perhaps even at her own expense) to those she loves and are loyal to. At her worst, Bella wouldn’t realize she’s in danger if she was looking at a wolf six feet away. (To be quite honest, she’d possibly try and attempt to tame it.) As such, her schemes and fun often get away from her and put her in arguably dire circumstances.

The world outside her tiny universe in the Aldwyn estate always drew bella to it like a moth to a flame. It took time and numerous failed attempts to learn how to sneak out of the house; from taking advantage of the servant exits, to bribing the footmen, to convincing her maid Nancy to accompany her. When she managed to escape from her governess, Bella would explore Cheltenham (or London depending on the season) and became acquainted with as many of the townspeople and the common folk as she could. At times, her brother, Harry, would sneak out from his studies to accompany her. Other times, she would visit her cousin, Simeon, and wrangle his arm to convince him to take her around.

O2 ━◞ FAMILY

Teresa di Santa Maria del Ponte, the fiery ninth daughter of a Marquis in one of the Papal states in Rome, had not intended to marry an English man. But when Philip Aldwyn visited Italia for business and he met the saucy girl, it is as they say -- it was history. Teresa, who hailed from a large family, only wished to instill the same warmth in her own family. Teresa was fortunate enough to survive childbirth of nine children -- two sons, Edmund and Henry (”Harry”) and then seven daughters. (See more about Bella’s siblings here.)

As Teresa hoped, the Aldwyn siblings were as close as can be. Even as a wee child, Bella liked to follow her brothers, especially Edmund and all his schoolboy friends. But it was Harry who she was closest to. Proximate in age, they grew up as best friends. Harry would let her get away with the most, defend her against Edmund and their parents, and even assist her little acts of rebellion. Of all their family members, Bella believes that Harry is the only one to truly understand her desire to make her own choices and have her own thoughts.

In the same vein, Bella dotes on her younger sisters, often pushing her sisters towards following their passions and to ignore the pending doom of being married off. Her mother and governess, all too aware of bella’s tendency to spoil and lead her sisters astray, are particularly firm in their discipline with the younger Aldwyns.

The Aldwyns had intended to debut Isabella when she turned 20, but after having her heart broken by her first love, she begged her parents to delay her entrance. This was followed by both her Father’s passing, and then Edmund’s passing only years after, which delayed her debut further. Now considered rather late for her first Season, Bella is debuting with her two younger sisters simultaneously. She is more than aware that her Mama is anxious for her eldest daughter to make the first match and set the precedent for her six (6) other daughters. In light of the recent deaths, and the taking up of the mantle by Harry, who had never prepared for the role as Viscount, a secure marriage would assure their old name continued to thrive, despite the recent tragedies.

However, Bella still struggles with Edmund’s sudden and mysterious death. Paired with the loss of her closest brother who must throw himself headfirst in being the Lord Cheltenham, Bella has been left stranded and alone in direction. What Bella is unawares of a dark shifting behind the scenes that may had led to Edmund’s death.

The Aldwyn name is one of old money and old title, passed down from generations. Despite only being a viscounty, their family is known for their wealth and fortune. Bella had never given thought to how the Aldwyns made their means. What she does not know is the unseemly business that her Father, Edmund, and cousin ran -- that the Aldwyn fortune is dirty and has been for generations, their family having multiple hands in the shadowy sides of England and beyond. From the talk of the town, she had heard rumours milling about pertaining to the secrecy behind their mass fortune and snippets of her father’s reputation -- ones that slandered him, claiming that anyone who spoke dirty of their family would be ridden of. Such rumours were always quashed as fast as they appeared. Neverthless, Bella finds it hard to believe her sweet father and her doting brother who were widely respected in the Ton would be anything but honourable.

O3 ━◞ LIKES, QUIRKS, AND TIDBITS

Growing up in Cheltenham, a region famed for its horse breeding and informal horse racing (soon to be formal in 1815 actually!), meant Bella was no stranger to horse riding. She had been riding with her Brothers since she was old enough to walk and handle a horse. Her favourite past-time is exploring the town and surrounding landscapes with Harry and her horse, Athena. Since childhood, bella always sought to be outdoors, preferring to run around on the grounds or to swim in nearby waterholes. Unfortunately, the older she became, the less she was permitted to do so.

Archery being one of the more active upper class activities that she is ‘permitted’ to engage in passionately, Bella is an excellent archer, and enjoys showing off her bowmanship at any garden or picnic event. Though she would not claim to be as polished in her pall-mall skills, she is irrationally competitive with the game. If she were to identify a reason, she would blame how often she and her siblings played in their childhood.

Having seen the way her parents looked at each other, Bella believes in marrying for love. That being said, the Season is not the most fitting of circumstances, and Bella finds herself more irritated than not after being constantly compared and sold around like cattle. The thought has crossed her mind to not marry as the biggest act of rebellion but finds herself waning in resolve at the thought of how it would affect her siblings. And she also has not put the possibility to rest that she possibly could be as fortunate as her parents and not only fall in love, but have the cards fall into perfect position.

Tidbit 1: Her birthday is February 18.

Tidbit 2: If she is to be courted, the way to her heart is dancing. Bella has every quadrille, every waltz memorized, enough so she can dance the steps in her sleep.

Tidbit 3: Though she lacks the attention span to make the most of her studies, bella does happen to have excellent visual memory, allowing her to play the lyre or the pianoforte from memory in short bouts. (Excellent party trick!) She does rather enjoy music, especially that of the lyre where she is not forced to sit.

Tidbit 4: She has a scar around her neck from an unfortunate horse-riding incident from when she was 12. Consequently, she is never without a large necklace. It is what she is most self-conscious of.

O4 ━◞ SECRETS

One of her dearest friends who she had met from town is one of the girls at her cousin’s whorehouse. There have been rumours that she frequents the place, more than any proper lady should, but not enough to have ever made trouble.

Something happened that scared her and that she’s buried deep in her memory; something that her Father covered up for her before he died. Will expand on this as roleplay goes. Dun dun dun.

#introduction #tw. death #tw. murder

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lustandlordsrp · 3 years

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The Hoyden | Isabella

Twenty-Four | The Honble. Isabella Aldwyn Viscounty Cheltenham

Formally or Informally Announced: Miss Aldwyn

Addressed on Formal or Informal Social Correspondence: The Honble. Isabella Aldwyn

Formal Correspondence Salutation: "Madam,”

Informal Correspondence Salutation: “Dear Miss Aldwyn,”

Addressed in Speech: Miss Aldwyn

Referred to in Speech: Miss Aldwyn

Social Correspondence Signature: Isabella Aldwyn

Biography

O1 ━◞ ISABELLA

O2 ━◞ FAMILY

Teresa di Santa Maria del Ponte, the fiery ninth daughter of a Marquis in one of the Papal states in Rome, had not intended to marry an English man. But when Philip Aldwyn visited Italia for business and he met the saucy girl, it is as they say – it was history. Teresa, who hailed from a large family, only wished to instill the same warmth in her own family. Teresa was fortunate enough to survive childbirth of nine children – two sons, Edmund and Henry (”Harry”) and then seven daughters. (See more about Bella’s siblings here.)

The Aldwyn name is one of old money and old title, passed down from generations. Despite only being a viscounty, their family is known for their wealth and fortune. Bella had never given thought to how the Aldwyns made their means. What she does not know is the unseemly business that her Father, Edmund, and cousin ran – that the Aldwyn fortune is dirty and has been for generations, their family having multiple hands in the shadowy sides of England and beyond. From the talk of the town, she had heard rumours milling about pertaining to the secrecy behind their mass fortune and snippets of her father’s reputation – ones that slandered him, claiming that anyone who spoke dirty of their family would be ridden of. Such rumours were always quashed as fast as they appeared. Neverthless, Bella finds it hard to believe her sweet father and her doting brother who were widely respected in the Ton would be anything but honourable.

O3 ━◞ LIKES, QUIRKS, AND TIDBITS

Tidbit 1: Her birthday is February 18.

Tidbit 2: If she is to be courted, the way to her heart is dancing. Bella has every quadrille, every waltz memorized, enough so she can dance the steps in her sleep.

Tidbit 4: She has a scar around her neck from an unfortunate horse-riding incident from when she was 12. Consequently, she is never without a large necklace. It is what she is most self-conscious of.

O4 ━◞ SECRETS

Something happened that scared her and that she’s buried deep in her memory; something that her Father covered up for her before he died. Will expand on this as roleplay goes. Dun dun dun.

#ll.bio #ll.taken #ll.thehoyden

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queenofcats17 · 4 years

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A request from Arty_Girl on AO3

I have no idea if you're still taking requests for this thing, but if you are I'd love to see some Shawn x Wally hurt/comfort. I don't care what the subject is, but bonus points if one of them has been beat up (broken bones or whatever) Thank you so much if you do this! =)

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The first thing Wally had done upon regaining his human form was to look for Shawn. He needed to see him. Needed to hold him and feel his warmth. Needed to make sure that this was real. That it wasn’t some sick joke Joey was playing on him. He’d had dreams like this sometimes. Dreams where he’d be human again, out of the studio and happy. Then he’d wake up and be reminded of the Hell he’d found himself in. But this was real. It had to be. Henry had freed them. Henry had never been in his dreams before. Wally wanted this to be real so badly.

“Shawn! Shawn, where are you?!” He yelled, running through the hallways. He had to find Shawn. If he could hug Shawn, he could prove to himself that this was real. If he could just feel Shawn’s warmth, he’d know it was real. He could never feel warm when he’d been Boris. The ink was always cold.

There were others in the hallways, but Wally didn’t pay any attention to them. He didn’t care about anyone but Shawn. Wally’s heart pounded in his ears. He couldn’t be sure if that was real or not. The heartbeat of the ink could be deceptive sometimes. Then he heard Shawn’s voice calling out to him.

“Wally!” Shawn came skidding around a corner, looking equally frantic.

Upon seeing one another, their faces lit up and they ran forward to collide with one other. They hugged each other as though they were afraid if they let go the other would disappear. In fact, that was exactly what they were afraid of. They were terrified if they let go, they’d find themselves alone again, consumed by the ink.

“I missed you so much.” Wally hiccuped, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

“I missed you too.” Shawn hugged him tighter. Even he was starting to cry a little. He’d never been afraid to cry in front of Wally.

“I th-thought I was never gonna see you again.” Wally buried his face in Shawn’s chest, not even caring about the ink he was smearing all over his face. He had nothing to fear from the ink anymore.

“I’m here now.” Shawn ran his fingers through Wally’s hair. He’d always loved playing with Wally’s hair. It was so soft and curly, and it looked especially cute when Wally was asleep and it was all mussed up and sticking every which way. Even now, it was still so soft.

They stood there for a long time, holding one another. Wally wailed out of happiness, while Shawn cried quietly. It felt so good to cry and not see ink for once. It felt good to be together.

“Are you alright?” Shawn asked once he’d composed himself. He brushed some of the hair out of Wally’s face, his fingers lingering on the other man’s skin. He was tempted to count all of Wally’s freckles, punctuating each one with a kiss. That had never failed to send Wally into a bout of giggles. Wally had the cutest laugh.

“I’ve been worse.” Wally let out something between a sob and a laugh. “I’m just glad I’m not a dog anymore.”

“Amen to that.” Shawn laughed. “Didn’t much like being a fucking leprechaun.”

“Issat what Charley is? I could never tell.”

“I dunno. It’s a guess.” Shawn laughed again, tears threatening to well up once more. It felt so good to be human again. He’d almost started to give up hope.

“Do you wanna get outta here?” Wally asked, squeezing Shawn’s hand. “We could get something to eat.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” Shawn said.

They navigated their way back through the studio, past the others reuniting and celebrating their freedom. The door to the outside was open since others had already left. Wally stopped short of the door, jerking Shawn back with his sudden lack of movement.

“What’s wrong?” Shawn looked back at him, brow already furrowed in concern.

“This is real, right?” Wally’s voice was small. “I don’t wanna walk through and then just...” He trailed off, shoulders hunching. “I don’t wanna wake up back there.”

“This is real,” Shawn assured him with a gentle smile.

Wally didn’t seem like completely believed him, but he allowed Shawn to drag him into the light. He let out an involuntary gasp at feeling the sunlight on his skin. It was so warm. This had to be real. He never felt warm in the studio. He started to cry again, hugging Shawn. Shawn started to cry too, just out of sheer relief.

“You’re such drama queens.” Sammy scoffed from a few feet away.

“Oh, come on!” Jack elbowed him in the ribs. “You cried too when you got out!” Sammy flushed and muttered something.

“I’m gonna eat until I throw up!” Wally proclaimed proudly, breaking away from Shawn to run delightedly around the overgrown lawn. Shawn couldn’t help but laugh as he watched Wally run around. Gods, he loved that man.

“If you two are hungry, I can take you to my house and get you some food.” Henry offered, sticking his head out of his car.

“Really?” Wally turned quickly around, running over to the car.

“Careful, you’re gonna fall!” Shawn ran to his side.

“Yeah, really.” Henry nodded. “I mean, you guys probably don’t have a home to go back to, right?”

“Oh, yeah, right.” Wally deflated a bit, leaning against Shawn. He’d almost forgotten about that.

“Hey, you can still probably eat until you’re sick,” Shawn said, putting an arm around Wally. Wally nodded, leaning closer to Shawn. His joy had been quashed by the remembrance that he had been trapped in that studio for 30 years.

“It’s gonna be okay, Wally.” Shawn gave him a comforting squeeze, kissing his head. Wally smiled slightly.

“Alright, then.” Henry went around to get in the driver’s seat. “Let’s go.”

“Shall we?” Shawn asked, glancing at Wally.

“Hell yeah.” Wally managed a tired laugh, getting in. It would be so nice to eat some food other than bacon soup.

#bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #shawn flynn #wally franks #shawn x wally #henry stein #sammy lawrence #jack fain

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figurctives · 4 years

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there is no getting used to it. in the weeks that follow luna and elijah’s wedding, no matter how many distractions henri tries to fill her life with, no matter how eventful things become – charlotte’s labor, her mother’s incessant and woefully annoying event planning, brunches with her mother’s friends and their daughters, a summer dinner party hosted by catalina in her manhattan air bnb, emptying out her apartment in new haven and filling it with everything new – the rest of june and all of july inches by at a snail’s pace.

sophia was born on july 9th. charlotte cried, jinhao cried, her mother cried. henri cried too, when she saw the sheer, undulated joy in her sister’s eyes, despite the exhaustion on her face. her father didn’t cry, but he cancelled meetings and hopped on a red eye flight to hong kong, and that said enough. for the first time in years, it seemed there was peace among them. joy, unity. or at least that there could be, but henri can’t look at either of her parents without being reminded of the distanced and detached way that they’d single handedly destroyed the most important thing in her life. the way her mother had thrown threats around without blinking like they meant nothing. like her own daughter’s happiness meant nothing. she wondered, as she held her niece for the first time, what ways they would find to insert themselves into sophia’s life as well. what ways they would find to ruin her happiness. over my cold dead body, charlotte had said. henri hopes she stands by it.

lexi had been gutted that henri couldn’t make it to texas for the fourth. texas is the one place on earth you want to be for the fourth of july, she’d said, her southern drawl always a bit more prominent when she speaks of home. but henri hadn’t felt much like partying until she made it back to new york two weeks after sophia’s birth. she didn’t want to leave (she never did), hating that her sister was so far away. but charlotte and jinhao needed time on their own to acclimate having someone to take care of. and once she was back, alone in the city, there really wasn’t much for her to do, except try not to think about sinclair. how alone she felt without him.

news of the split engagement hits three weeks into july, and it’s just as big of a deal as henri thought it would be. she tells her friends first, an off handed text in their group chat two days before.

group imessage – squad shiiiiiiii

9:23PM henri: i have to say smth but you guys can’t freak

9:23PM cat: spill bitch

9:23PM lexi: ??!?!???!!

9:24PM xavier: did you go to happy valley without us

9:24PM sam: whats up

9:27PM henri: sinclair and i broke up....... fr this time 9:28PM henri: it was a mutual decision tho.. i’ll explain when i see you guys, but i wanted you to know before everyone else found out too

lexi had called her immediately, demanding an explanation. henri had gotten half way through her retelling before she started to tear up, realizing how much she already missed him. how badly she already wanted to hear his voice. she’d thought about calling him, or checking in on him over text, but she couldn’t bring herself to. they hadn’t talked about it, but she doesn’t think staying in contact with him will make this any easier. in fact, it would make it ten times worse. they need time, or space, or something. at least she does. seeing him will only make her miss him more, want to be with him more. and she is only allowed the kind of space and distance she needs, while they’re still away from new haven. time, though, she doesn’t have.

the time runs out too quickly, between the wedding and sinclair’s birthday. but the week and a half before is particularly fuzzy. cat and lexi come back to the east coast early, cat renting out a $7,000 per night airbnb in soho in the name of intervention. they’re shocked when they see her, her hair no longer its natural dark. she’d dyed it spontaneously, willingly texting stephanie for the first time in months to get the name of the hairdresser she’d recommended at the frat party. it feels rebellious, the orange-red shade that she decides on.

and then she spends half of the week that cat and lexi come to the city too drunk to feel sad and the other half hungover and queasy. but she’s grateful for her friends, how perfectly overbearing they become. they don’t make her talk about it, unless she wants to, and lexi holds her hair when she wakes up at three in the afternoon still drunk from the night before, while cat postmates avocado toast when they wake up and dunkin’ when they get in at six in the morning once the clubs have closed and sent them all home. and they don’t stop or slow down, and henri is grateful for the distractions.

until it’s time to return to new haven, until news of sinclair’s party comes through. lexi tries to convince her that she doesn’t have to go, and cat tries to convince her that she should. it’s not like you guys are on bad terms, and you’re going to have to seem him once the semester starts, anyways, she’d said. but henri didn’t need any convincing to go, she’d rsvp’d the minute she got the invitation. she wants to see him, even if it’s going to suck.

the night of his party, henri is tipsy by nine. music fills her apartment, champagne fills her glass, and nerves fill her belly. she can’t pay much attention to cat, lexi, and sam, who also fill her apartment. it’s good to be back, she thinks distantly. she never thought she would feel this way, but this is where she belongs, she thinks. in new haven with her friends, where her life is on its tracks, kind of. she doesn’t know where the tracks are headed, but it’s better than being in the city where the only people to hang out with are faces she’s since written off. where her mother tries and fails continuously to convince her to meet people. to meet men, who decidedly aren’t sinclair.

by eleven, as she and her friends step into the booming club, henri is blissfully intoxicated. sam has been eyeing her warily, disapprovingly, since she finished her third glass of champagne. but cat, arm linked with henri’s, cheers as they shoulder their way to the bar. it’s a lot. the music, the people, the place. it’s not his style, henri thinks distantly, and she wonders who talked him into such a loud celebration. she scans the crowd, for sinclair or maybe simon, but the lights and the bass that vibrates in her feet is too distracting. still, her eyes fall to him eventually, like gravity. and she realizes its not the lights that made him hard to spot. it’s the darkness on top of his head. she almost laughs, at how predictable they are.

“order something strong,” she tells cat. “i’ll be back.” and then she peels away from the bar, leaving cat and sam to flag down the bartender while lexi follows henri. for backup, she knows lexi would say. not because she needs it to talk to sinclair, but likely because she thinks henri is going to fall apart as soon its over. she might be right, but henri’s a little too drunk to think that far ahead. so instead she just makes her way to sinclair, nerves twisting. the last time she’d seen him was when they parted after the wedding, a finality in their goodbye that she doesn’t want to think about right now. she’d boarded her flight early the next morning, and has been trying to forget how sad it makes her ever since. but every night, when her head hits her pillow, she remembers.

“hey,” she says, loud enough to be heard over the music as a gentle smile fills her face. everyone else blurs, except for him, as she taps at his shoulder. “i couldn’t find you, i almost thought you didn’t show up to your own party.”

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writehardwhumpharder · 5 years

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Yooo, it's a Carson drabble - Migraine and psychic vision

Carson didn't have many nervous habits, or at least he thought he didn't until being locked in this interrogation room for the past hour. The foot tapping he got over in college came back with full force, as did the earlobe pulling from elementary school, and the the finger drumming he thought he kicked back in eighth grade. How long were they gonna keep him in here? Better question, why?

Clearly someone intended to keep him busy and Riley and Morris where nowhere to be found around the station. On a normal day he'd probably sit there and wait, it's not like he had a job to be at anyways. But today, he could only assume the universe was playing some sick joke on him.

The door cracked open and a small plump woman appeared. A pair of reading glasses rested on top of her head. "Deputy Thompson will be with you shortly." She smiled sweetly.

Carson swallowed and continued his foot tapping. "Mmhmm any minute now I'm sure." It came out harsher than he had intended, he's gotten that line too many times already. Deputy Thompson wasn't coming any time soon. God he just felt so terrible. But that wasn't this lady's fault. He cleared his throat and tried to put as much politeness into his voice as possible, "could I trouble you for some water?"

"Oh of course, I'll be right back with that." She paused in the doorway, "Can I call your parents for you?"

Carson blinked. She did not just say that. Either this lady really was going blind or he needed to reconsider growing a beard. The laughter that bubbled out of his throat sounded strained and more than a little crazed. The laughing quickly turned into wheezing and the lady went to get the water.

Carson laid his head down on the cold table, it felt so good against his cheek. It had only been an hour but his mind was running a mile a minute making it feel much longer. Carson had woken up that morning with a horrible migraine. He'd like to say it was the worst of his life but sadly, it barely made it into the top five, and he knew from experience that it would likely get worse before it got better. After what happened at the bookshop he was even more on edge. Who knows when it might happen again?

Carson raked his hand through his hair anxiously. The woman returned a moment later with a small Dixie cup full of water. She looked like she wanted to say something to him but simply frowned and closed the door again. It locked automatically, the damn thing was mocking him. Just a flick of his wrist and he could unlock the door himself. It was the station full of armed police men and women that were the real obstacle in his escape plan.

As he was giving the door his best murderous glare he noticed something beside it -- the light switch. Why hadn't he thought of it earlier? His brain was about to liquify and burst from his skull. Darkness would only be a small mercy on his head but the thought made him smile with actual joy. The bright lights in the room were making his vision flicker and shake nauseatingly. One hand was cuffed to the table so he couldn't get up and turn them off but he didn't need to. Carson sent a tiny bit of energy towards the light switch and the room plunged into pleasant darkness. He laid his head down on the table again, trying to ignore the way he could feel his pulse in his eyeballs as the blood pounded through them.

He must have fallen asleep because suddenly the light was back on and a very impatient looking man stood in the doorway.

"Well if it isn't the illusive Deputy Thompson. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Carson smiled viciously as he lifted his head, slowly, from the table. Despite his efforts to hide it, he winced as the movement sent waves of pure discomfort through his body.

The deputy sank into the seat across him, apparently ignoring his disrespectful sarcasm. Carson was expecting the deputy to finally have something to say to him, but to his dismay the man continued to sit silently. Carson had no idea what they had brought him in for. The only crime he'd committed recently was download all nine seasons of The Office illegally but they couldn't possibly know about that... could they?

If the silence was meant to be uncomfortable Carson didn't even notice it under the sheer agony in his head that made his whole body feel overheated and gross. The reflective metal of the walls allowed him to see just how bad he really looked and honestly he wasn't sure why someone hadn't begged to get him a doctor yet.

An unknown number of hours had passed and by now he was sickly pale and what started out as a thin layer of sweat was starting to stain most of his T-shirt. He also noticed that his hands had started to shake and he couldn't even hide it because one of his hands was cuffed to the table in plain view of the deputy. If he listened really closely he could hear the faint sound of scraping metal as his wrist rattled involuntarily.

Carson caved first and broke the stalemate they had going, time to use the one card he had up his sleeve, "Look, I've been waiting in here for a while now and I've been pretty patient with you, but it's time you tell me why I'm here before I get the most powerful lawyer in New York down here to ask you the same question, and he won't say please."

The deputy crossed his arms and smirked, he figured there was no way Carson could afford a good lawyer let alone the best in New York. He was unemployed and probably into hard drugs judging by the state he was in now. Thompson had seen plenty of junkies come in with the same look, pale, sweaty, shaking, eyes that twitch and move around the room way too quickly. He decided to call Carson's bluff and slid a pad of paper toward him.

"Go ahead and write the name and number and we'll be sure to contact him right away."

Carson fumbled with the pen, trying to write with the wrong hand. It was barely legible but he managed to scrawl the name and phone number which he had memorized for just such an occasion. He slid the paper back to the deputy smugly and leaned back in his chair. "Go ahead, I'll wait."

"Hamilton and Peters? Is this some kind of prank?"

They were a multi-million dollar firm and Carson happened to do Peters a huge favor a while back when he cured the man's early onset alzheimers, allowing him to keep the practice along with his memories and general functionality. In exchange he gave Carson $100,000 for college and lifetime pass of free legal help whenever he needed it.

"Just tell them it's for Carson Hall."

He had just barely finished his sentence when a spike of pain was driven through both of his temples. Grabbing at his head Carson muffled a sound of pain that threatened to ruin his whole tough guy routine. He took a few breathes and blinked his eyes, fighting to stuff the pain down for a bit longer.

The lady from before stepped into the room for a split second to grab the lawyer's information before heading back to her desk at reception. She gave Carson a nervous glance seeing how much he'd deteriorated since she last checked in on him.

"Well, are you going to tell me what this is about?" Carson asked, his voice strained.

"Don't you think we should wait for your lawyer? Assuming he'll drop everything he's doing and come right away."

"He fucking better", Carson thought. His back was starting to ache from sitting in this stupid metal chair for the last few hours. He tried to find a more comfortable position but when he moved he was assaulted by a wave of dizziness and for a few horrible seconds he thought he might actually black out. If the room wasn't spinning before, it certainly was now. Carson swallowed down the accompanying nausea and put his free hand on his stomach subconsciously.

He had the sinking feeling that his unbearable migraine was only the start to his problems. Given his luck lately he was especially wary when his body suddenly decided to feel this bad. Pride was the only thing keeping him from throwing up all over the table at this point.

"So I'm assuming you know I've been consulting for your lead detective Henry Morris. How do you think he's gonna react when he finds out you've been keeping me here, making it so I can't help him with the case?" Carson asked. Talking was requiring more and more energy but he refused to show this prick how much pain he was in.

"Well you see, Detective Morris and his partner are out on very important business. They probably won't be back until late tonight, or maybe they'll just decide to come in and report tomorrow." Thompson said, his voice was pure hatred. No doubt he planned to keep him locked in here for as long as he could.

The man clearly had a problem with him but Carson couldn't imagine why. Surely he'd remember if he had met this asshole before, and he was pretty sure he hadn't, yet the tension seemed personal somehow. He had no choice but to coax the answer out of him with a few well placed insults.

"Oh I understand. Morris has actual important things to do, unlike you who has dedicated his whole day to hanging out with me. You really know how to make a guy feel special." Carson seethed. Anger flared in the deputy's eyes, now they were getting somewhere. The man across from him ignored the comment and propped his feet up on the table, feigning disinterest.

"I couldn't help but notice that picture on your desk, you know the one, blue eyes, blonde air, amazing rack. Is she your daughter?" Carson gave him a wicked smile and leaned forward like he was going to tell him a secret, "Wait, don't tell me, is she your girlfriend?" He didn't have the slightest interest in the girl but the look on Thompson's face told him he was close to breaking him. That last comment is what put him over the edge. Thompson stood up and grabbed a fistful of Carson's shirt, dragging him up with him. Standing proved to be much more of a challenge than sitting and Carson's knees turned to wobbly jello.

"I know your type, you magicians think you're untouchable, above the law. Well, I don't trust you as far as I could kick you, Henry shouldn't either. I don't want to see you around the station or any of my coworkers again you piece of shit, understand?"

Wow, this whole thing was because he has magic. It had nothing to do with the case or anything personal, thing guy was just some sort of racist against magic users. So it really was the universe making a cruel joke at his expense. The guy even wanted him to stop aiding the investigation against the real dangerous criminals. Carson's limited knowledge of magic was their only advantage against the gang and Thompson wanted him to just go home and let people die. Carson knew magicians tended to keep their heads down for a reason, but this was just ridiculous. Carson brought his eyes up to meet the man's. The deputy's eyes were bloodshot and tired, the little red veins splintering away from his blue irises made him look older and a hell of a lot meaner. Once they'd made eye contact, Carson refused to look away. That's how dogs assert dominance, and the same trick worked pretty well with humans too.

The connection grew stronger and Carson started to panic as a familiar feeling washed over him. His vision tunneled until he could only make out Thompson's eyes. The rest of the interrogation room blurred and disappeared. It felt eerily like when he looked into the dead girl's eyes in the bookshop. Holy shit, maybe this was what triggered the very thing he'd been trying so hard to avoid, and he'd walked right into it. A tingling sensation ran up his spine, leaving an awful numbness in its wake. Carson's whole body felt weak, like Thompson's grip on his shirt was the only thing holding him up. Back in the bookshop, the transition was nearly instantaneous, this time it drew out a lot longer, and Carson was aware of every second of it. His arms and legs started to tremble furiously as he felt himself slipping. He got one look at the the deputy's shocked face before it dissolved into a blurry mess.

Next thing he knew he was on the floor though one arm was still wrenched toward the table top. Metal cut into his skin. It hurt, but not nearly as much as his head did. The fear inside him reignited as he lost feeling in his arms and legs. His mind stammered and sputtered to a stop, eyes finally fluttering closed.

It was dark outside, a light rain obscured his view into the alley. Carson's heart raced and his hands shook where they gripped the gun. Wait a second, why did he have a gun? He looked closer to see that those weren't his hands, this wasn't his body at all. A loud noise drew his attention back to the alley. A figure emerged from the shadows wearing a dark coat and hood that hid most of his face. Something in the way he held himself made his skin crawl, he was dangerous. That's when he recognized him -- Foster. He looked younger though, the grey hair sprinkled in his beard was now a uniform jet black. And he wasn't holding a weapon, he was holding fire. Carson felt the exact moment that the person he was seeing through realized that Foster was a magic user and he had to fight to think through the sudden surge of fear. It didn't make sense. Foster and his gang didn't emerge until recently, this memory could have been ten years ago. The gun fired twice and jolted in his hand. The bullets aimed at Foster's head seemed to catch in some kind of invisible web and fell to the ground. Just as they had the night Carson got shot.

Fire leapt out of his hand, striking the ground by Thompson's feet as he jumped back, narrowly avoiding its path. His partner wasn't so lucky and the fire threw him back like an explosion, unseen force drove him into the brick wall behind him with the force of a speeding truck, he was dead. Just like that. Thompson was thrown to the ground next to him. Carson felt the pull of his consciousness trying to break out of the memory. But just before it did, a young girl stepped up beside Foster. Energy sparked between her hands and her long hair which first appeared to be a rich black, looked more like a deep purple when illuminated by the streetlamp. Carson had seen that color before. He couldn't look at her aura through Thompson's eyes, but somehow he was sure that the dark energy he saw at the crime scene a week ago belonged to this girl. He had to find her, but Carson didn't get to see her face before everything faded to black.

Thompson stared hard into Carson's eyes, initiating an unspoken battle. Carson met his challenge and stared right back as if he was trying to punch him using only his gaze. A few seconds passed and it looked like neither of them were going to back down, until Carson blinked. Then he blinked again, and again, in rapid succession. His light blue irises tried to disappear up into his head and Thompson felt his body start to tremble under his grip. He didn't know what was happening at first, and might have even accused Carson of faking it. But when Carson's knees buckled and he slipped out of Thompson's hold, crumpling to the floor, his hand was still cuffed to the top of the table and the fall wrenched his arm back at an angle awkward enough to start pulling joints from their sockets. No conscious person would willingly put themself in that position, whatever was happening, it was real. All of Thompson's anger dissipated at the site of Carson shaking and moaning on the cold tile. He lunged to unlock the cuffs before they caused any further damage. The skin on his wrist was already raw and bruised.

"Excuse me Deputy, Mr. Peters is here to talk to his client." The receptionist said as she poked her head through the doorway. She gasped at the scene unfolding inside and froze for a moment. "I'll um, I'll call an ambulance." She stuttered and ran off, leaving Collin Peters outside in the hallway. He didn't hesitate to throw open the door like he owned the place, because if he didn't now, it could easily be arranged.

His face twisted in shock and rage, "what the hell is going on in here?!" He demanded, his booming voice echoing around the small room. Thompson crouched next to Carson's head, trying to keep him from banging it on anything as his body thrashed around helplessly. The deputy paled visibly when he realized the most powerful man in New York had, indeed, dropped everything and made it to the station in less than 20 minutes. He was in deep shit.

Peters took off his grey twead coat which easily cost as much as two months rent in Carson's building, underneath he wore an even more impressive three piece suit. Folding up his coat, Peters bent over to slip it under Carson's head and bony shoulders.

"Back up." He barked. The startled deputy backed away immediately. It had been a long time since he'd seen Carson but he had taken quite a liking to him when they met and it pained him to see the boy in such a state.

Carson's eyes were open, staring vacantly, a look of mild fear frozen on his face. His arms and legs twitched violently as all his muscles tensed up uncontrollably. Peters knew enough about first aid to not try to restrain him, letting the apparent seizure run its course. He gently encouraged him to turn onto his side to keep his airway open in case he vomited. Which, judging by the little choking sounds he was making, seemed like a very real possibility. A few people hovered by the door, unsure of what to do. Three whole minutes had gone by before Carson started to still.

The spasms settled down and left him panting, seemingly exhausted. Carson rested for a bit as his brain caught up with his body. He somehow looked even worse than he did before.

The lawyer stood up suddenly, scowling into the hallway. "You'd better pray that my client doesn't decide to sue for negligence." He said. Despite not knowing anything of what happened before he arrived, the lawyer could twist the truth any way he wanted to fit the situation and the deputy knew it. Anyone who was at all in touch with the legal system knew who he was and what he was capable of. The short older woman who worked in reception sighed in relief as two paramedics made their way into the building. It was unnecessary of course, Carson didn't have a medical problem, he had a magical problem.

Carson opened his eyes slowly, he didn't recognize the cold, strange room at first and Peters had to hold him down, putting a heavy hand on his chest when he suddenly tried to get up.

"Where, where is... this." Carson mumbled, his mind couldn't quite find the words he was looking for.

"You're in an interrogation room at the police station." Someone said from above him. He looked up to see a very well dressed middle aged man hovering over him. Slowly he remembered why he was there and that he'd called the lawyer really just to cause trouble for everyone.

"Oh good, you came." Carson said tiredly, letting his eyes slip closed again.

"Of course, I'm not one to forget my debts, Carson." The calm and control in the man's voice let him relax a little. Everything would be taken care of, and while it was, he'd just take a quick nap. The pounding in his head had lessened slightly but Carson was still tired and sore. He reached a hand up to grab the soft pillow under his head and was surprised when his hand made contact with a button. Reluctantly he opened his eyes a little to see that it wasn't a pillow but was instead a rather expensive looking coat... and he'd drooled on it. This day just gets better and better.

Peters moved out of the way so two young paramedics could get to him. Carson groaned, he just wanted to go home.

"That's not... you don't have to look at me... I'm fine." Carson said, trying to wiggle away from the new set of invasive hands.

"We have to take you to the hospital, sir. New onset seizures need to be checked by a physician, there could be a very serious cause-"

Carson cut her off, "it's not a seizure, it's not new, and you're not my doctor, so fuck off." He struggled to his feet with the help of the table beside him. Everyone tensed up as he did like they were expecting him to fall straight back down. Carson looked like an absolute mess but his eyes were as sharp and alert as ever. His lawyer scrambled to gather his things so he could escort him out.

As he made his way through the small crowd that had gathered around the interrogation room, Carson paused beside Deputy Thompson. "I think I get it now."

"What?" Thompson asked.

"Why you hate magicians, sorry about your partner."

He gave the deputy's shoulder a squeeze in a way that was both sympathetic and patronizing. Thompson watched him leave, utterly confused. As he passed the front desk the woman from before pulled out a bag of his belongings, he got a look at her nameplate as she did.

"Thank you, Janice." Carson put any loose items in his coat pockets before he put it on. The lady gave him a sweet smile. Peters caught up with him as he stepped out into the chilly October air.

"They won't be bothering you again. If you're really sure you don't want to go to the hospital I'll give you a ride home." Carson walked toward the car, he didn't need to be shown which one. The sliver sports car didn't exactly blend in.

"So what happened back there?" Peters asked with genuine interest.

"I don't really know what to call it, it's a magic thing. A couple times now when I looked into people's eyes I saw... their memories, or something like that, I'm not sure." Carson tried to explain.

The lawyer nodded, he didn't understand it but he did have a healthy respect for Carson's powers after everything he did for him. He shuddered to think about where he might be now if Carson hadn't cured him. The kid didn't even ask for much, practically pocket change at his firm.

"Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you. Hey, maybe you oughta get one of those medical alert dogs so these attacks don't sneak up on you like that." The man suggested.

He doubted a dog could alert him to anything since they weren't really seizures but he did perk up at the thought. A dog that he'd just have no choice but to take everywhere with him, and no one could argue with him about it. Carson smiled.

"That's actually a great idea."

#OC drabble #whump #whump fic #Carson Hall #migraine #headache #pain #pale #collapse #seizure #sort of #psychic vision #should Carson get a dog?

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matchappucino · 4 years

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File: 001 - The Lady

『❀』 “In a garden of flowers, chéri--you are the most beautiful.” (uttered to Emmanuel before their duel)

Name: Cordelia Mévouilenet (Dreamer)

Rabbit: Mimi

『❆』 “Hello, have you eaten well today?”

Name: Lady Cordelia Mévouilenet (Awake)

Given Name: Cordelia Maria Chastain (abandoned)

Name Origin: Cordelia is of Celtic Origin, meaning “Heart; daughter of the sea.”

Mévouilenet is a name she thought of herself, after the Incident. Her given name, “Cordelia Maria Chastain,” means Daughter of the Sea + “Sea of Bitterness/Wished-for Child” + “Borne from a place with certain chestnut trees.”

Age: 24

Height: 150cm/5’0

Weight: 110lbs/49kg

Nationality: French-English

Short Description: A shy and polite young lady, until provoked to anger. Raised by a noblewoman and a Dream Mage, Cordelia is good at casual conversation (though if she is entertaining more than three people for a long time, she will grow very tired.)

A Dream Mage, Cordelia creates weapons and other items in the Dream Realm, while her waking body is asleep. She then pulls out these created items from within Mimi, her stuffed rabbit. Her other hobby is creating perfumes from plants she grows in Fleur-De-Lis, her realm.

Nickname: Lady comes from the Virgin Mary’s other names, “Madonna” (Italian for “Lady.”)

Birthday: January 13, 1996

Zodiac: Capricorn

Occupation: Dream Mage | HCC Host (unofficial) | Barmaid

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Demisexual (Only when an emotional connection is achieved does she think of someone as a potential romantic partner. Actually getting to the point where Lady considers forming a relationship is another thing altogether.)

Significant Other: None

Pact With: Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony

Position: Presenting herself as a dom, Cordelia wants nothing more than to find an individual who loves her enough to convince her to relinquish the desire to control. She sways from a sensual dom to a switch, depending on her partner.

Family (&Friends): Cordelia adored her father, Jacques Anton Chastain—a French Dream Mage renowned for his talents in creating weaponry that was both elegant and unique. He taught her everything she knew about creation magic (although those moments were rare and fleeting.)

Vivienne Maria Chastain was a noblewoman who had half-elf blood flowing through her veins. She practiced healing magic and had “random” premonitions about the future. This makes Cordelia 1/4th of an elfin, although it does not affect her lifespan. She merely ages slower than most humans. Growing up, Cordelia and Vivienne were not close—she despised her mother for being too strict, whereas Jacques was kind and spoiled his daughter. Ironically, the night before The Incident, Vivienne expressed how she wanted to spend more time with her.

One of her most beloved friends is Mimi, a stuffed rabbit she and her father made together in the Dream Realm. She keeps it lovingly and uses it as a place to store her toys and other weaponry. Afraid of being used and rejected, Cordelia keeps people at arm’s length.

Friends:

Dominic Bellazzi: A man Cordelia would protect to the death. She was friends with the Italian inventor for around five years before having a brief three-year relationship with him. The two remain close friends and send each other gifts in the mail. He still calls her cara mia.

Emmanuel: One summer evening, she was tending to her flowers when a pair of strange shoes appeared before her. He attempted to eat her soul in the Dream Realm, but she fought back and beat him. He visits her from time to time, bothering her for tea and a friendly chat. It's a complicated friendship.

"Doll, do you have time for me tonight?" Emmanuel smirked as he waited at her doorstep.

"There's a pot of tea with your name on it if you make it worth my while." Cordelia placed a hand on her hip, annoyed. "Especially since I was in the middle of making something, Emmanuel."

The blonde man grinned, his fangs on display. "I think I've got a tale or two worth repeating, just for you."

Physical Description: Cordelia has waist-length platinum-blonde hair that ombres into pastel rainbow colors at the ends. In both Waking and Dreams, her eyes are stormy grey.

Face claim: Vocaloid Mayu

Personality: A well-mannered young woman, Lady is polite and friendly to everyone she meets. She expects the same treatment out of everyone and is quick to anger if someone is not “behaving properly.” However, she is painfully shy and will only open her heart to people over long periods of time.

Once people get to know her, she is a sweet and generous soul who is fiercely loyal to those who earn her trust. Unfortunately, the reverse is true as well—if her trust is broken, Cordelia never gives her trust fully again. Selfish and spoiled, she is often too busy worrying about herself and her demon to consider other people’s feelings on a deeper level. Caring for Beelzebub has given her a softness, but her emotions can quickly turn from overprotective to downright obsessive.

She tries to suppress a jealous streak and a need to control her environment, to ensure the people and things she holds dear remains safe.

Backstory: Cordelia’s birth was one of immense joy for her parents—they had been trying for eight years to conceive. Even among the Dreamers, female mages were rare. So, when Jacques discovered his eight-year-old daughter wandering in his realm, he was nothing short of overjoyed.

When the couple discovered Cordelia’s immense magical potential, they tried to raise her to have a normal life instead of handing her over to the Magi. It would be one of their major regrets in life.

Without proper training from more experienced magisters, Cordelia’s excess magic caused several side effects. She stopped growing after her 15th birthday and developed severe insomnia that prohibited her from getting a full night’s sleep. Instead of getting the standard 13 to 48 hours of rest, she only managed to get 5 to 8 hours of sleep a day.

To compensate, Cordelia began to maximize her time within the realm whenever she was present. The result was a deceptively sweet world full of dolls wielding knives, explosions, and flowers spitting out poison. Life was good until she woke up one day to a home in flames, and a man with ice-blue eyes staring back at her.

It had taken them nearly sixteen years, but the Magi finally found her. From what she saw, her parents put up a great fight—nearly all the soldiers were strewn dead on the floor, save for three. “Come with us, heretic. You need to be trained before your magic completely goes awry.”

Terrified and unsure, Cordelia followed, not even allowed to see her parents’ bodies. She harbored an immense anger toward them—especially for Henry, the Inquisitor with ice-blue eyes. But she needed help with controlling her powers, and perhaps they had something to fight the insomnia.

Ongoing Story: Things in the Magi Camp weren’t much better. Being of noble birth, Cordelia was given better lodgings than most but was mostly friendless—she was one of 20 female mages present—and so focused on trying to control her powers. She was given a sleeping draught twice a month whenever her insomnia prevented her from attending regular classes.

She began to learn of the true Dream Realm her father worked so hard to protect her from—mages that walked the planes were fated to hunt and destroy demons and other creatures that skulked around the edges of the Dream Realm, preying upon lesser folk.

With her issue of being unable to sleep at will, Cordelia was chosen to guard the “back line,” often becoming a healer just like her mother once was. In her spare time, she collects the ingredients required to create her sleeping draught. Being part of the Magi helped bring up her sleep quota from 5 to 8 hours to a respectable 12, and the draught helped her rest for nearly a week.

Once again, however—things take an unsavory turn when a First-Class Vampire made his way inside the Magi’s tower and began to pick off the students, one by one. Out of sheer desperation, the remaining students asked Cordelia to help them summon a demon; one that could possibly match up against the vampire.

She does so, following the students’ instructions to draw the spell circle. They had an ulterior motive, however—she was going to be the sacrifice in exchange for the demon’s services. At the last moment, she completed the summoning and in exchange, the remaining student body was taken instead of her.

It was said that the demon one summons isn’t dependent on the wants, but of what was needed at the time. So, when Beelzebub appeared from the portal and introduced himself as the Avatar of Gluttony, Cordelia found herself smiling at him. He was the friendliest face she had seen in quite some time. With his help, the Vampire was cornered in Henry’s room, and was taken out quickly.

While unhappy with what happened to the rest of the students, Henry had to admit that being able to summon and control one of the Seven Demon Brothers took skill and energy. Henry was about to take her in as his sole apprentice—until Beelzebub opened his monstrous jaws and swallowed him whole. Without anything binding her to the Magi’s Camp and with a demon at her disposal, Cordelia was free to roam as she pleased—and continues to protect her realm whenever she can.

For the Magi’s Camp has a long memory, and she was forever listed as an inkblot that could become a dangerous foe. Using the remaining magical energy from the Magi Camp, Cordelia opens a portal and steps inside. Her travels eventually led her to the HCC, where she works for her own amusement and extra pay.

She has taken the name Lady to distinguish the people who know her from her previous life to the one she has built for herself. From time to time, she takes on contracts—anything from assassination to a personal assistant—to keep her pockets lined with enough guineas to send her demon a regular allowance.

And with Beelzebub as a popular host at the club, Lady can focus on other magical matters—right now, however, a certain visitor to her realm is determined to interrupt her creativity…

Likes: Beelzebub, sweets, money, music, cute things

Dislikes: Rudeness, being manipulated, being forced to do something against her will, sharing Beel (although if he tells her that he has found someone special, she will indulge him, because she loves her pact demon)

Strengths: Generous, Loyal, Patient, Persistent

Neutral: Realistic, Ambitious

Weaknesses: Reticent, selfish, greedy, prone to jealousy

Defense Mechanism: Neurotic Repression. If things don’t go her way, the Lady will repress her negative feelings, preferring to deal with it by herself while protecting her home. When the “proper” outlet is unavailable, the Lady will simply shut down and deny anything is wrong.

Biggest Fear/s: Rejection, Helplessness

Extra: Humans will know Cordelia as “Lady,” but magical beings can sense that is not her real name. Residents who can visit dreams know her true name.

#rp-box #the-lady #profile

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distant-rose-archive-blog · 7 years

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Dads Against Daughters Dating

Note: This little bit here has been my headcanon for a good few months and a part of me wishes that I had posted it during Pride Month, but I didn’t because I’m an idiot. I don’t have a lot of experience with “coming out” as I don’t fall under the LGBTQA umbrella, but I do think that Emma and Killian would most certainly not care if their kid was. I was supposed to be working on a Wes request and a Harrison request, but my Beth muse was going so I decided to follow through with it. I will work on Wes tomorrow and hopefully post it by tomorrow night. Anyway, thank you @welllpthisishappening for listening to me babble on and on about these children. I would be lost without you. Available in AO3 flavor here: [LINK] Summary: Beth Jones has been going on a lot of dates, but Emma and Killian aren’t entirely prepared for the bit of news that their fifteen year old daughter drops on them over breakfast. Rating: T Word Count: 2,900+

Killian Jones loves his daughter with everything in his heart, but these days he misses when she was a little minnow in his arms who wanted nothing more than to splash around in the waves, fiddle around with his hook and giggle against his chest as they watched whales break the ocean’s surface while taking the Jolly on a joy ride.

Now, she’s a full-fledged teenage girl, no longer sweet and adorable, but clever, gorgeous and maddeningly charming with a penchant for tight fitted clothing and low neck lines that blatantly show off more cleavage than Killian is comfortable with. At fifteen years old, Beth Jones is both Killian’s pride and joy and his worst nightmare. There are days where Killian is pretty sure he’s going to suffer from aneurysm due to half of the outfits she puts on. Even worse is that he now catches men of all ages blatantly staring at his little girl. He nearly killed one of the dwarves who had been checking out at his daughter’s ass in the grocery store before his wife stopped him. It doesn’t help that she’s also aware of the staring and sometimes even encourages it with a flirty wink and an all-knowing smirk that gives him a sense of deja vu.

Now boys hound her at all hours of the day. Text messages, phone calls and little notes start cropping up all over the place. One boy who had been working as a bus boy at Granny’s even had the nerve to ask her out while they were eating together as a family. He could barely contain his look of disdain while Beth calmly told him she was unavailable and to ask her some other time. Harrison looks as horrified as Killian while Wes and Neddy tease their sister on how popular she is.

“Jeez, you cannot even eat without getting someone’s number,” Wes snickers. “And I thought I was the gorgeous one in the family.”

“Shut up!” Beth hisses under her breath. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

She says it doesn’t mean anything, but half the time she humors these idiots and lets them take her out for dinner, to the movies and even to the park. Killian doesn’t understand it and doesn’t want to. He just wants it all to stop.

“She’s fifteen, Killian, she’s allowed to date. I don’t remember you giving Henry, Harrison or Wes this much grief when they started dating,” Emma comments after listening to him rant about Beth’s latest date at the movie theater with Dean Kelleher. Dean is two years older than Beth and his parents were some sort of minor nobles back in the Enchanted Forrest. Killian doesn’t care if the boy’s parents were Olympian gods, no one is worthy of his daughter.

“That’s different!” Killian exclaims. “She’s”- “Your little girl,” Emma interrupts him with a teasing smile.

“Your little pirate princess. Your little buttercup. Your minnow. Shall I go on?” she asks him, looking every bit amused.

“Swan…” Killian gives her an irritated look.

“Killian, like I said, she’s fifteen, not three. She’s going to grow up someday. Pirate princess is possibly gonna find a pirate king in the future and you can’t handle it.”

“Pirate queen, Swan, pirate queen. Princess is a bit demeaning and I know she’s going to get older and perhaps settle with someone someday but fifteen is not old enough to be looking for, how did you put it? A pirate king?”

“Easy there, sailor,” Emma says, placing a hand on his cheek and caressing his scar. “I think my mother would be offended about your thoughts on princesses but mainly I think you’re overblowing this. Going to the movies isn’t a marriage. It’s a first date. A casual first date and you’re just gonna have to suck it up and get used to it because unless you’re planning on throwing her into the brig on the Jolly, she’s gonna keep dating.”

Killian is silent as he mulls over her words in his mind, debating the pros and cons silently of locking his daughter away on his ship. Emma seems to have caught on to his line of thought because she gives him a light slap.

“That was not a suggestion. Do not lock up our daughter, Killian. She knows how to pick a lock. It was one of the first things we taught her. She will escape and she will hate you.”

Killian sighs and drops the argument with a shake of his head, deciding that his time is better spent watching the front window until his daughter comes home rather than a fruitless argument with his wife.

Luckily for Killian, Beth comes home at nine o’clock; two hours earlier than her scheduled curfew. He watches as Dean’s car rolls up to their house and the two get out of the car. The boy is chivalrous enough to walk his daughter to the front door, giving Beth a nervous smile. They talk for a few moments, Killian strains his ears to hear what they’re saying to no avail, before Dean bends forward. Alarms go off in Killian’s head. He knows this movement. This is a goodnight kiss. This son of wannabe nobles wants to kiss Beth, the apple of his eye and the most likely inheritor of his ship. (He’s pretty sure she would kill her brothers for it so he might as well put it in his will that the ship is hers outright and save them all from the bloodshed.)

However, all the alarms are silenced when Beth turns her head so that Dean’s lips land awkwardly on her cheek rather than her lips. Killian inwardly crows. His girl seems to realize the Kelleher boy is no match for her and has found him lacking. Beth gives Dean a waning smile and a stiff pat on the arm before walking into the house.

“Watched that, did you?” Beth asks as she places her jacket on the coat rack. It’s small leather number that is similar to Killian’s own except with a more feminine cut.

“Just making sure you got home alright, love,” he replies with a small smile.

She scoffs.

“Yeah, because the whole thirty yards to the front door is so dangerous. Dean wasn’t going to murder me on the steps, Dad. I was the one packing heat, not him. Knife in my boot,” Beth replies with a roll of her eyes that is so completely her mother.

“That’s my girl, always prepared. Did you have a good time?”

She gives a casual shrug.

"It was okay. Movie sucked, though Dean was more interested in other things than the actually movie, which I don't understand why guys think pawing someone on the first date is a good idea," she comments nonchalantly.

Killian's entire body goes stiff as he digests her words. A violent urge to pay Dean Kelleher a visit and discuss his dating behavior with his sword is a near compulsion. He tries to keep a calm demeanor as rage quells inside him.

"I will kill him," he says softly.

"No, you won't," Beth replies without a hint of fear as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. It strikes him that his daughter looks like a dark-haired replica of his wife in this moment. "I'm not a damsel. I'm not in distress. You can't go killing every single person who gets a little handsy with me. I can handle it. I handled it tonight. He got the picture when I kept kneeing him accidentally in the balls. Besides, I texted his mom about it. I'm sure whatever she has in store for him is worse than anything you could do. You taught me to take care of myself. Trust me. And trust your teachings."

"Beth, I'm your father. I'm always going to worry about you and going to hate it when you date boys who aren't even worthy enough to lick your boot," Killian replies, raking his hand through his increasingly silvery hair. It almost shocks him how fast he went gray, though at the same time with the sheer amount of insanity his kids put him through on a daily basis, it’s a miracle that Killian still has a full head of hair.

"Well, you shouldn't. I'm the best sword in Storybrooke. You said it yourself," she says with a smirk that's more Jones than Swan and brimming with overconfidence.

"No, I said you were the best sword of your generation, which really isn't a large pool to contend with, so don't get head of yourself. You still have a lot to learn, my young apprentice."

She laughs and suddenly she's no longer the strange flirtatious teenaged Beth that she's become but back to being his Beth, the small girl who is more interested in sword fighting and sailing the Jolly than boys.

"Well, we will just have to see, I may surprise you, old man, and even beat you," she replies, green eyes glittering.

Killian chuckles. Beth’s got good form and far more talent than any of her brothers, much to Killian's disappointment (and David’s for that matter. Killian will never be over Beth singlehandedly disarming Neal who is nearly five years Beth’s senior.) Her issue is that she's both overconfident and impatient, things that Killian is sure will wane in time. She's got enough dedication and determination to keep with swordplay for as long as she is able.

"I would despair if you didn't, my minnow," he smiles. "But for now, how about some hot chocolate, hm?"

“Sounds delightful,” she replies with a small laugh.

Killian wraps an arm around her and places a kiss on the top of her head as they head towards the kitchen. They spend a good few hours talking; Killian regaling her about his old pirate days and Beth pretending she hasn’t heard them at least ten different times before. He’s missed their small chats, which have been growing less and less frequent as her gentleman callers become more and more common.

Much to his relief, over the next few weeks, Beth’s dates become few and far in between. Though Rapunzel’s daughter Claire becomes a frequent visitor in the Swan-Jones household. Claire Fitzhubert is a lovely dark-haired girl with kind eyes, a soft smile and skin like soft caramel. Their friendship is a bit of a mystery to Killian since Claire is incredibly shy and soft-spoken while Beth has always been boisterous and brimming with confidence. More often than not, Killian finds his daughter smirking as she whispers something in the poor girl’s ear, which causes her to go red and blush all the way to the roots of her hair. Killian wonders what will happen first – Claire’s gentle ways tempering his daughter’s wildness or Beth’s brazen mischievousness giving Claire a heart attack.

It’s a quiet Sunday morning when Beth drops a bit of news on their laps. Killian is drinking his coffee (with a splash of rum as usual) while reading the paper, half focused on the news section, half focused on his daughter chatting away about what she and Claire got up to yesterday. Emma is barely awake, nodding her head like a bobble-headed dog on a car dashboard as Beth speaks. Neddy is away, sleeping over at some friend from baseball camp’s house. Harrison and Wes are still in bed and Killian highly doubts either of them will be up before noon considering Wes was at a party last night and Harrison, in a fit of boldness, snuck his girlfriend in through the window. Killian has no illusions that they spent the night having extremely cautious and quiet sex in hopes of not alerting anyone to Nasira’s presence or their amorous activities. He’s going to have to pull the boy aside later and remind him that he knows the house like the back of his hand and Harrison’s not nearly as sneaky as he thinks. (If Killian’s feeling cheekier about it by the time he gets around to giving his eldest a talk, he might suggest Harrison take some lessons from Wes on how to be more sly. His second son is constantly up to something, Killian more than aware of it; he just lacks the evidence to prove it.)

“So, Claire is super cute and we’ve going to the movies tonight and if it all goes well, I might actually ask her to be my girlfriend,” Beth concludes, taking a big bite out of her toast.

Killian blinks for a moment in confusion, dropping his paper and meeting Emma’s eyes across the breakfast table. Emma, who had barely looked more alive than a zombie before, is now alert and meeting Killian’s gaze with the same stunned expression.

“Wait, what?” Emma asks, seeking clarification to make sure both she and Killian heard them right.

“You know, Claire…” Beth says slowly as if they were hard of hearing. “Tinier than me...Super cute...We’ve been hanging out for a good two weeks and I really like her and want her to be my girlfriend.”

“Huh,” Emma responds, not entirely articulate and still looking a bit shocked as she lifts her hot chocolate back up to her lips in an attempt to be casual, but entirely fails as some comes dribbling down the front of her white sleep-shirt.

“I thought you were dating that Tom Rolfe kid,” Killian comments, eyebrows still furrowed together. He doesn’t have an issue with Beth possibly liking girls. That’s not the thing that puzzles him, but rather how he missed the cues. In his mind’s eye, he begins reviewing all interactions that Beth has had with the girl in question. Now that he’s looking back on it, Beth’s actions which Killian had viewed as platonic teasing were most certainly flirting.

Beth scowls and rolls her eyes in near typical teenage fashion. This is Killian’s fourth go at raising a teenager and he finds this action to be part of the uniform. He finds himself less and less impressed with it.

“I went on, like, two dates with him. That doesn’t quantify as dating,” Beth explains as if she is explaining the nuances of dating to her nine-year-old brother rather than her near three-hundred-year-old father who has been married longer than she’s been alive. “Besides, he made me pay for my own stuff and told me that I talked too much and would benefit from listening more instead of speaking so I told him to lose my number. Besides, I’ve always liked Claire more than him.”

“I didn’t realize you liked girls,” Emma responds, essentially reading Killian’s mind. “I thought you were into boys since you went on all those dates.”

“I didn’t realize liking either was mutually exclusive,” Beth responds, raising both of her eyebrows at them.

“She’s got you there, Swan,” Killian mutters, picking his paper up with a sigh.

Silence falls between all of them. Killian reads the same paragraph over and over while Emma sips on her hot chocolate and Beth continues to munch on the leftover crust of her toast. Killian finds himself wanting to say something, but it’s almost as if a spell has been cast over him and he’s become tongue tied. It’s a curious feeling considering that he’s always been so verbose; using words as sword and shield to get out of sticky situations.

“Is it okay…that I like both boys and girls…? Like, it’s not gonna be a problem, right?” Beth asks in a rare show of unsureness, playing with a lock of hair.

Beth has always been a confident girl, which both Emma and Killian had encouraged from a young age; neither of them wanted their children to be unsure and unable to stick up for themselves in a world that wasn’t always kind. It was a bit jarring to see she look so nervous and for these nerves to be over their opinion. Killian had thought at this point their opinion meant as little to her as the dirt behind her feet.

“Yes, it’s a problem,” Killian starts. “I thought I just had to beat the men away with a stick, but now I have to beat the ladies away as well. Beth, with as popular as you are, my arm is going to fall off from all of this by the end of the year and your mother is going to have to spoon feed me for the rest of my life.”

Emma leans over and plucks the newspaper out of Killian’s hand before rolling it up and giving him a loud whack on the head. He feigns pain, giving an exaggerated yelp of pain and making a show of rubbing his abused skull. Emma rolls her eyes.

“What your father means to say is that it’s okay. We love you whether that means you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend or no one at all. You’re our daughter and we love you and will learn to love anyone who you deem appropriate to spend your life with,” Emma says, dropping the newspaper and taking Beth’s hand in hers.

“No, I think I’ve made it clear that I’m pretty much against Beth dating anyone because no man or woman is ever going to be a good enough consort for my favorite pirate queen,” Killian clarifies.

Emma picks up the newspaper and whacks him again.

“Your father is a bit of an idiot but we love him anyway,” Emma remarks dryly.

Killian gives his wife an offended look while Beth laughs, the corners of her eyes crinkling and her shoulders relaxing as she watches the banter between her parents.

“I do love that about him,” Beth smiles in agreement. “But for real, you’re cool with it?”

“Aye,” Killian replies, now completely serious. “It was never a problem to begin with.”

#captain swan #cs ff #cs fanfic #cs fanfiction #cs #cs children #daddy!killian #swan jones family #cs babies #my fic #little pirates #my shit #dads against daughters dating #little pirates fic #beth jones

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Skeleton: The Hoyden Name: Isabella Rose Aldwyn Age: 24 Family Title: Viscounty Cheltenham About: See Below FC: Caitlin Stasey

O1 ━◞ ISABELLA

O2 ━◞ FAMILY

O3 ━◞ LIKES, QUIRKS, AND TIDBITS

Tidbit 1: Her birthday is February 18.

Tidbit 2: If she is to be courted, the way to her heart is dancing. Bella has every quadrille, every waltz memorized, enough so she can dance the steps in her sleep.

Tidbit 4: She has a scar around her neck from an unfortunate horse-riding incident from when she was 12. Consequently, she is never without a large necklace. It is what she is most self-conscious of.

O4 ━◞ SECRETS

Something happened that scared her and that she’s buried deep in her memory; something that her Father covered up for her before he died. Will expand on this as roleplay goes. Dun dun dun

#ll.intro #bella // bio

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MY MOMENTS OUT OF TIME IN FILM 2018

Instead of a Top 10 List, every year I like to honor a long-discontinued but influential annual column from Film Comment magazine. I couldn’t wait for my father to come home from work with the “Moments Out Of Time” issue. The writers would cite their favorite scenes, images, or lines of dialogue, even from films they may not have liked, because let’s face it, even bad films may have a great moment or two. This was a great year in film, although I admit some of my favorite moments were films or series made for television. Whether it’s Alex Borstein wielding her trusty plunger around the Catskills in THE MARVELOUS MRS. MAISEL or Amy Adams waking up from a drunken stupor in the unforgettable SHARP OBJECTS, these shows had more indelible scenes than all of the Marvel and DC superhero movies combined.

Still, I found myself lucky enough to see the staggeringly beautiful ROMA twice in a theater, because seeing it on Netflix doesn’t do it justice. If that’s your only option, however, see it and see it with its glorious empathy oozing out of every frame. EIGHTH GRADE took me by surprise with its unassuming, off-the-cuff filmmaking style. Beneath that I found an aching, contemporary story of a young girl dying to connect with somebody, anybody…her cracked phone an apt metaphor for a world in which our societal sickness lies buried in an addiction to our screens. PADDINGTON 2, even more so than its wonderful predecessor, gave us the immigrant experience from an accident-prone, marmalade-loving cuddly bear who just wants to unite everyone. BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY, despite its Powerpoint presentation of a story, oozed with so much emotion, the joy of creating, the beauty of people seeing you, and the sheer nostalgia of it all, I found myself crying throughout. A STAR IS BORN, while imperfect, had moments of such gorgeousness, especially the undeniable chemistry of its leads, it’s my prediction to win the Best Picture Oscar. VICE, another Oscar front runner, had fantastic performances and was nonstop fun, but, for me, didn’t quite lick the enigma of Dick Cheney and demonstrated some juvenile instincts of its writer/director.

I saw a ton of films, but even I can’t see them all. I missed SHOPLIFTERS, BAD TIMES AT THE EL ROYALE, BEAUTIFUL BOY, and BURNING, among many others…but will catch up with them soon. So having said that, here, in no particular order, are my Moments Out Of Time In Film for 2018:

Gabe invites Kayla over for a “first friend hangout” dinner of chicken nuggets and beautifully lived-in, awkward, nerdy charm, telling this lovely, insecure young girl, “You are awesome” - melting all of our hearts with that sweet, simple declaration. It’s one of the most beautiful scenes I’ve ever seen and a moment our Kayla richly deserved.- EIGHTH GRADE

A young, pregnant Mexican housekeeper tracks down the father of her child, finding him at some type of military training camp. When she delivers the news to him, he screams at her to stay away from him and runs off to join his buddies. We never see her reaction, instead experiencing the moment from a somewhat removed distance. A lesser filmmaker would have cut to her startled, hurt face, but Alfonso Cuarón knew that we’d feel her isolation and devastation more strongly if we didn’t focus on her. Only a master filmmaker would make such an indelible decision, along with a thousand other great ones. - ROMA

A Peruvian bear takes his Aunt on a fantastical, eye-exploding, stunning tour of London via a pop-up book come to life. One of the most astounding animated sequences of all time. - PADDINGTON 2

A band looks out at the masses of people clapping along in sync to one of their songs, and in that moment, the connection feels palpable. Everyone there, everyone who watched knew this was the moment when legends became immortal. - BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

Nicole Kidman completely transforms herself yet again as a hardened cop with a life full of traumas etched onto her tortured face. Just watching her lurch towards a crime scene, ambling like Jack Skellington convinced me that to watch Kidman at her peak is to witness greatness. - DESTROYER

A woman in labor and with a horrifying nail injury to her foot, crawls into a bathtub to give birth to a child. Unable to make a sound lest she capture the attention of a murderous alien slithering through her house, she agonizingly holds it all in until a competing noise allows her to let out a pained, visceral scream. - A QUIET PLACE

A young cater-waiter gets invited onstage to sing her song with a headlining rock star. Surprised by her power, surprised by the surge and size of the crowd, her guileless reaction and blazing talent cut through, quickly proving the movie’s title. - A STAR IS BORN

Regina Hall sits on a rooftop with two of her female employees from a HOOTERS-like establishment. They’re all in a transition period in their lives, unsure what the future brings. They’ve all gone through an intense day and let it all out with extended screams, an unforgettable, undeniable female rage. This small, simple, subtle film is also one of the year’s best. - SUPPORT THE GIRLS

More groundbreaking than I had ever thought, Fred Rogers soaks his feet in a little tub and invites his black, gay co-star to do the same, breaking taboos on a children’s show way ahead of its time. - WON’T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR?

Charlize Theron shows us the real pain of motherhood, never once feeling like a glammed-up version of the harsh realities, and yet saves its most shocking sucker punch for its final moments, delivering a reveal as unexpected as the one I didn’t see coming in SHARP OBJECTS. - TULLY

Queen Anne (Olivia Colman), referring to Emma Stone’s Abigail, tells Lady Sarah( Rachel Weisz), “I like it when she puts her tongue inside me”…which is followed by Stone giving Weisz the year’s best side-eye. - THE FAVOURITE

In a film filled with shocking moments - the odd clucking sounds, the decapitated bird head, the unexpected death of a major character, the eerie, incongruous reflection of a teen’s face in a school window, the most jolting moment comes when Toni Collette stands over her offspring’s bed and says, “I never wanted to be your mother”. Stunned, she seemingly scoops those words back down her throat in an attempt to make them go away. For this moment alone, and she gives a tour de force performance here, Collette enters the pantheon of actors who made themselves immortal. - HEREDITARY

Modern day cowboys sit around a perfectly shot nighttime campfire as our hero questions his place as a man in this world. Masculinity has rarely been shot through with such tenderness as in every moment of this quiet stunner. - THE RIDER

“Gucci!” - EIGHTH GRADE

A young daughter ever so patiently and lovingly tells her PTSD-afflicted father that their views on how to live their lives may not converge, reminding us that histrionics don’t necessarily make for great conflict. You can find it even when people act like adults and show decency towards each other. - LEAVE NO TRACE

My heart broke when a young Lebanese boy tried every way possible to keep his sister from being sold off as a child bride. The kinetic filmmaking of this sequence mined every second for peak emotions. - CAPERNAUM

A blisteringly romantic tale of star-crossed lovers in Post War Poland wins the swoon award every time Joanna Kulig (a dead ringer for Jennifer Lawrence) sings the refrain, “Oy yoy yoy” - COLD WAR

Jack Black, playing a hard-partying character whose accident leads to the lifelong paralysis of his new friend (Joaquin Phoenix), meets up with him many years later. In a short but painful scene, we see the wreckage of a life and the profound sorrow written across Black’s face. I never thought I’d type the words, “Jack Black’s acting made me sob”, but there you have it. If Beatrice Straight can win an Oscar for a single scene, then Jack Black can too. Of course, I’m not even getting into how great Jonah Hill was in this film, but I’d be here all day. - DON’T WORRY, HE WON’T GET FAR ON FOOT

The matriarch of a family takes their housekeeper to a baby store to buy a crib when the chaos of the Corpus Christi Massacre erupts in the streets below, turning a simple shot into something epic, grand and inconceivable. - ROMA

Let’s face it. It had some of the best and bitchiest one liners of the year: “I pity your wife if you think six minutes is forever” , “Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen”, "Tell him thanks for the birthday cake. And tell him you're an epic shag”, and the beautiful, un-ironic exchange, “FREDDIE: Let’s go and punch a hole in the roof of Wembley Stadium. BRIAN: Actually, Wembley Stadium doesn’t have a roof. FREDDIE: Then we’ll punch a hole in the sky,” - BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

Kristen Stewart recounts how Joan Jett gave her some advice on how to capture her essence when she played her in THE RUNAWAYS. Jett told her to “pussy that wood” in reference to how to attack her guitar. Advice only a take-no-prisoners, blazingly alive woman could give to another in this energizing look at a true legend. - BAD REPUTATION

All of the tired superhero tropes we’ve become used to in live action appear fresh and thrilling when animated. Who knew I’d thrill to a whole slew of Peter Parkers swinging through New York on their webs? Who knew Lily Tomlin would appear in this and absolutely kill as Aunt May? Who knew Kathryn Hahn would even appear in a Marvel movie and skillfully weaponize a nerdy persona? - SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE

Sure, we all loved that moment when Lady Gaga sang “Shallow”, but let’s not forget another star was born when Henry Cavill got up off that tiled bathroom floor, doffed his suit jacket and reloaded his fists to jump back into one of the best fight sequences in film history. - MISSION IMPOSSIBLE: FALLOUT

Connecting the dots of the past with our present day mess of a country, Spike Lee ends his film on an unsubtle yet vital montage of pure rage. - BLACKKKLANSMAN

In a wonderful reversal to the original, the murderous Michael Myers looks out a backyard window to see Laurie Strode (a fierce Jamie Lee Curtis) standing amongst the hanging sheets. Who’s the monster now?!! - HALLOWEEN

A montage detailing the many prison escapes of our protagonist, an aging, lifelong bank robber (Robert Redford still displaying his undeniable charisma at 82), provides a wonderfully conflicted view of a man who must commit crimes in order to feel alive. - THE OLD MAN AND THE GUN

A bitter, outrageously dead-inside mother jogs on a treadmill, moving cynically forward in life despite having a missing child she barely noticed anyhow and a crumbling Russian society around her. - LOVELESS

“Did you just look at me? Did you? Look at me. LOOK AT ME! HOW DARE YOU! CLOSE YOUR EYES!” - THE FAVOURITE

Despite endlessly terrible scenes of tourists dancing and eating gelato, Clint Eastwood finds a magic power in having the real life heroes on that train play themselves as they thwart a terrorist attack. Although a failed experiment of a film, those 10 minutes felt real and raw and undeniable because of its stunt casting and astute directorial choices. - THE 15:17 TO PARIS

Smack dab in the middle of the movie, it ends. Roll credits. Oh wait. Things didn’t go so swimmingly? Let’s continue. A hugely entertaining fake-out gives self-reflexive cinema a good name. - VICE

After a traumatic incident at a beach (a stunningly shot, hugely suspenseful scene with incredible sound design), a housekeeper looks out the window of a car with a sense of peace as the reflections from the window gorgeously whisk past her lovely face. - ROMA

In the male dominated world of gun-toting action films, it was refreshing to see a group of women, led by a soulful performance by Natalie Portman, lock and load and enter the Shimmer. - ANNIHILATION

A Russian Engineer named Andreyev (Paddy Considine) panics when ordered by Stalin to record a symphony which already occurred. He quickly assembles a ragtag group of people to recreate the concert, telling this terrified assembly living under a murderous regime, “Don’t worry, nobody is going to get killed. I promise you. This is just a musical emergency.” Not a great film, but Armando Iannucci and company know their way around a scabrous line or two. - THE DEATH OF STALIN

Most people will cite the great single take outside a limo as its driven from a poor side of town to a wealthy side. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a fantastic piece of cinema, but my mind gravitated towards another moment. A grieving widow lets her dog run loose in another widow’s apartment. The puppy stops at a closet door and reacts to what’s behind it. We know what it is, and she knows what it is even before we’re given visual confirmation. A fantastic storytelling moment. - WIDOWS

Evan Peters, sitting in a car at a gas station, is joined by the actual person he’s portraying, melding narrative with documentary in such an original way. - AMERICAN ANIMALS

Although chock full of special effects in a genre I tend to find forgettable, Michael B. Jordan commanded attention in a simple, quiet scene inside a museum, finding danger and intelligence in every line. He was the REAL special effect of this film. - BLACK PANTHER

Scotty Bowers may be a creepy hoarder, but when you’re 95 and have no f*cks left to give, you’re gonna spill some tea about Hollywood Stars and we will soak it all up in this one-of-a-kind documentary - SCOTTY AND THE SECRET HISTORY OF HOLLYWOOD

The slowest moving conveyor belt of all time provides one of the most well-timed, hilarious payoffs of the year. We need an award for Best Supporting Prop! - GAME NIGHT

Leslie Mann tries to quietly sneak out of her daughter’s Prom night hotel room but electrocutes herself behind the TV console in a delicious bit of physical comedy. - BLOCKERS

A mother desperate to track down her troubled young son gives drugs to an addict in return for more information, showing just how far she’s willing to go. - BEN IS BACK

A closeted up-and-coming movie star confesses to his “golly gee” midwestern wife that he’s not happy and can’t pretend anymore. We get a naked glimpse behind both of their veneers. It’s a stunning, hugely empathetic moment for characters we’ve respectively and heretofore dismissed as a sociopath and a rube. - THE HAPPYS

Alex Borstein’s lesbian character Susie Myerson from THE MARVELOUS MRS. MAISEL has met her feature film match with Melissa McCarthy’s equally nihilistic performance as Lee Israel. To see her jousting with Richard E. Grant in any random moment in this wonderful film is to experience acting heaven. I loved how their final moments together could have easily turned to mush, but by staying true to their salty characters, they ended things in a deliciously dark manner. - CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE ME?

A comedy duo enacts a favorite routine onstage at the risk of one of their’s health. It’s scary, but the love and respect they have for each other shines through. - STAN & OLLIE

I’m sorry to say it gave me the “Made For TV” vibes, but it still found power when Nicole Kidman’s character busts her son out of an Ex-Gay Center, calling out its owner for his utter lack of qualifications. There’s nothing quite like a stifled, repressed woman finding her voice. - BOY ERASED

“I’m just like you” - says a privileged suburban teen as he bounds out of his McMansion and into a fancy SUV. While I generally enjoyed the film, this tone deaf opening line had me futilely looking around for my big house and fancy car. Sometimes a moment out of time is a wrongheaded one. - LOVE, SIMON

In a documentary full of insane twists and turns, the big moment for me came when we were treated to a clip from DESPERATELY SEEKING SUSAN. Madonna breezes past our smiling, tight jean-sporting identical triplets, the new “It Boys of New York”, the flush of newly-found fame written all over their faces long before their tragic fall. - THREE IDENTICAL STRANGERS

Say what you will about the endless 80s references, I want to live inside the swirling sequence which serves as an homage to THE SHINING. - READY PLAYER ONE

A Japanese woman dons a strange blonde wig and practices English and high fives with another ESL student, over-exaggerating her rounded open mouth as she speaks. - OH LUCY!

Constance Yu playing mah jongg slyly shows her deep wells of strength and strategic genius, nicely setting up a character who will surprise and charm us in equal measures. - CRAZY RICH ASIANS

Yes, it’s a pretty terrible movie, but there’s no denying the thrill of a certain pop legend’s long-awaited entrance by helicopter. It caused my friend Dennis to say out loud, “F*ck yeah, it’s Cher!” - MAMMA MIA!: HERE WE GO AGAIN

In an otherwise forgettable film, Jodie Foster’s memorable gait as the “Hotel” Nurse made me happily forget Kevin Spacey’s from THE USUAL SUSPECTS, and for that, I thank her! - HOTEL ARTEMIS

A young boy named Stevie tries to impress a bunch of older skateboarders with a stunt which sends him through a hole in a roof and crashing to the ground with a sickening thud. - MID90S

Renee: I thought you might want a sneak peek of what’s to come.  Ethan: I don’t know if you know what sneak peek means. You’re completely naked. - I FEEL PRETTY

Despite the gimmick of the movie seen entirely through laptop and smartphone footage, there’s electricity in the moment John Cho’s father character discovers his missing daughter has had a secret life. - SEARCHING

A dancer tries out a solo for a very strange company, unaware that each leap, spin or kick sends a trapped woman a floor below her into bone-crunching contortions. It’s a scene you can almost feel. There’s something rotten in East Berlin! - SUSPIRIA

Sure, Emma Stone worked out a great side-eye in THE FAVOURITE, but has there ever been an actor who seems born to them more than Emily Blunt? Still, my biggest emotional connection to this film came when Ben Wishaw sang “A Conversation”. A beautiful, sweet lament. - MARY POPPINS RETURNS

The site of Michelle Pfeiffer dressed as an elderly woman, cane in hand, hobbling through the streets of New York in a desperate attempt to cash her late mother’s government checks, the score a cacophony of horns and percussion, gave me DRESSED TO KILL shivers. - WHERE IS KYRA?

Think of it as SHARP OBJECT’s UK Cousin, as we watch Moll (a searing Jessie Buckley) tap into female rage in all its messy, bloody glory in this feature length primal scream. - BEAST

Packed with punch and urgency, the opening sequence made you believe you were actually experiencing a WWII aerial combat. Oh, and then it became a fun zombie gore-fest. - OVERLORD

A group of kids escape a gay conversion camp and pile into the back of a pickup truck. Did they make the right decision? Where do they go from here? A wordless homage to the final scene in THE GRADUATE packed a punch. - THE MISEDUCATION OF CAMERON POST

Blake Lively wearing clothes. That is all. - A SIMPLE FAVOR

A meeting with the family of a man who got their daughter pregnant goes terribly wrong, resulting in a slew of insults and threats. It’s a fully alive, oddly comical yet tragic sequence in a film which otherwise left me cold. - IF BEALE STREET COULD TALK

Typically known for her impeccable image (before the reality show circus, of course), this pop icon lets down her guard and hilariously tears into Janet Jackson and Paula Abdul. Had she been allowed to be more herself, her life might not have been as tragic. - WHITNEY

Glenn Close delivers the year’s best slow boil as the wife of a Nobel Prize winner who has secretly been his unheralded ghost writer all these years. Until things grow shouty and overwritten in the third act, Close holds a master class in barely suppressed rage. - THE WIFE

Bjorn Borg and John McEnroe, intense tennis rivals, meet up at the airport after their fateful match, the looks between them offering up a touching blend of competitiveness and respect and which will lead to their unexpected, lifelong friendship. - BORG VS. McENROE

In a moment of much-needed image rehabilitation, Anne Hathaway, as the GOOP-like actress perfectly named Daphne Kluger, wins her way back into our hearts just by the way she reacts to a priceless necklace being wrapped around her neck. Every shiver and glance in the mirror makes you love her in all her campy glory. - OCEAN’S 8

A woman gets pushed off a cliff and finds herself impaled on a tree branch, yet not only does it not stop her, she’s just getting started in this literal bloodbath of a feminist fantasy. - REVENGE

A man meets tragedy and finds himself in a wheelchair only to gain powers he never had before after undergoing an experimental procedure. In a fight scene involving an antagonist and a kitchen knife, Logan Marshall-Green surprises himself with each display of brute force coming out of him, making for one of the most brutal yet winningly entertaining melees I’ve seen on screen all year…and don’t forget that kitchen knife. It’s just the right button on this bit of ultraviolet slapstick. - UPGRADE

A young husband meets with a conflicted priest, and in a searing monologue, tells the man of the cloth that the world is such a hellscape, he’d rather his pregnant wife abort their baby than bring it up in such a terrible environment. It’s the first jolt of many in this nihilistic yet strangely hopeful film. - FIRST REFORMED

Presidential candidate Gary Hart (Hugh Jackman) confronts some press members who have staked out his home with the hope of catching him with a woman other than his wife. He indignantly rails against them, claiming he had a right to privacy. Oh, how times have changed. - THE FRONT RUNNER

Katja (Diane Kruger), a woman at the end of her rope, who has lost her family and confidence in the justice system, takes matters into her own hands in the literally explosive, inevitable, and crushing final scene. - IN THE FADE

Who knew that Hal Ashby had such a sincerely lovely relationship with his mentor, Norman Jewison? It’s nice to know that sometimes successful people in the film business actually help out their younger charges. - HAL

I’m not sure I ever really wanted to know what it really felt like to sit in a fiery tin can on the way to the moon and back, but now I do. It’s very well done, but I think I may need to puke. - FIRST MAN

A young man with AIDS (Cory Michael Smith) sits with his mother (Virginia Madsen) in a car, unable to truly be honest with her. The pain of it all comes across so clearly on their faces. - 1985

An oversized candy cane weaponized to fight zombies at Christmas time in Scotland. Oh, and it’s also a musical. Just go! - ANNA AND THE APOCALYPSE

I saw it twice to make sure I truly hated it, and yep, I still did…but the opening sequence in the school, the terrorist attack on the beach, and Natalie Portman banging on the table to protest a diner manager’s request for a picture will stick with me. Hopefully I will forget the other 100 minutes of this painfully unfocused, unfocused, pretentious mess. - VOX LUX

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