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silverwhiteraven · 3 years

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Wings of Broken White - Ch.8

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Marinette and Chat Blanc continued to see each other sporadically after their midnight meeting full of emotional rollercoastering and winged secrets. He had told Ladybug about it a few days after, leaving out the part about Marinette’s revealing of having wings. It made her heart skip to know that he would keep a secret that wasn’t his to tell even if he didn’t have to. Ladybug thanked him for being honest with her and told him to be careful, but she was happy he got the chance to spread his wings around another friend.

Ladybug also offered to increase their patrols together if he ever wanted to practice flying with her. She even teasingly said something along the lines of them both needing the benefit of practicing with each other, just in case they ever had to have each other’s backs during a fight in the skies. He accepted, looking giddy to get even more opportunities to fly with another. She also found it unfairly adorable when he joked that he wouldn't get jealous if she wanted to fly around with one of her own civilian friends.

The two even thought about the possibility of some day both flying with their civilian friends together. Ladybug had to hide her giggle at the thought that she might have to break the news that Ladybug and Marinette could never fly together, if this proposed group flight practice were to ever take place.

But Ladybug did confess to Chat Blanc, that if she were to ever choose a civilian to fly with, it would be either Nino Lahiffe or Alya Césaire, because if there was anyone besides Marinette Dupain-Cheng that was trustable, it had to be the people Marinette herself trusted most. Chat hardly held back on his approval of the choices, and it made her laugh to see his bright antics.

After that, several more months passed by the duo, and the world. School was nearing the end of another year. Akuma’s were just as rare and random as ever. Best of all, Chloé had continued to be reprimanded by an ever vigilant Adrien. She was starting to almost mellow out as the fact slowly sunk in that someone she cared about and who cared about her, too, was actually willing to go against her, and even leave her, because she was in the wrong.

All of this led up to an end of school project for their class.

The students were to work together in equal shares to put on a play, telling either one of the fairy tale stories they had studied in class, or one they made up on their own. Nino had proposed that they make a short movie out of the project so that the fruit of their joint efforts could be shared outside of class. The teacher thought the idea was brilliant, and gave them extra time and afterschool privileges to help them set up.

Marinette had been a little tired the day the class was assigning the roles. Her mind only half paid attention, causing her replies to be badly timed and delayed. Because of it, an interesting selection of character parts were assigned.

“Now, I know we’ve been delaying assigning the lead roles,” Nini spoke from where he stood at the front of the room, acting as one of the movie’s directors, “ but I wanted to make sure everyone knew what the other options were before a bunch of people tried to jump at being the Knight of the Princess. So let’s start. Any volunteers or votes for the Knight’s Princess?”

There was various various calls of names and a few ‘me!’s, and most of it all went over Marinette’s head. The only part that really registered was ‘votes for the Knight’, so Marinette half-heartedly pipped in, “Adrien could do it.”

The room went quiet and all eyes turned to her like she had just declared herself to be an Akuma or something. She blinked, wondering what she said.

Nino was the one to break the silence with a crooked and amused smile. “Marinette, you want Adrien to be the Princess?”

She gaped like a fish, realizing she had heard his earlier question completely and utterly wrong. She waved her arms around and she stuttered, trying, and failing, to clear away her mistake. She froze when Adrien burst out laughing, clearly not offended or even upset.

“Why not?” Adrien chuckled as he calmed. “Not the first time I’ve been told I’m pretty enough to be royalty. It would be a nice break from the cool-guy look I’ve been doing at photoshoots lately, too.”

The room started to buzz again with noise. It seemed everyone was considering it, liking the idea of breaking away from assigning a girl to be the Princess.

Alya pipped up above the others mischievously. “So if Adrien get’s to be the Princess, who’s taking the role of Knight? Another of the boys, or one of the girls? At this point, anyone can take the spot since we’ve decided to ignore traditional gender roles. Any volunteers?”

There was more discussion filling the room at that declaration, and a few people glanced at Chloé. She had probably been gunning for the role of Princess, but now she seemed to be pouting. “If Adrien is taking the lead role, then I still want a good one. But I refuse to be a smelly Knight! I’d rather be the King.” She stated decidedly, and the class chuckled and murmured their acceptance of her decision. They were happy to have her not throwing a fuss. It was rather refreshing, actually, to see her still being dramatic but cooperative with the class.

Murmurs continued as the class discussed the role of Knight. Marinette stayed out of it, too embarrassed that she might mess up again. It wasn’t long before Adrien hummed to himself and turned to her.

“Marinette? Would you like to be the Knight to my Princess?” She squeaked at the sudden proposal, and the class hushed. Adrien turned to the others, a small but confident smile on his lips. “She’s helped all of us in Akuma attacks before, right? Marinette acts the part of a Knight saving dames and damsels in distress naturally. I think she could do this, if she wants to, that is,” he adds with a reassuring glance. There wasa round of agreements from the others, before all eyes turned to her, breaths held in anticipation of her answer.

Retreating into the neckline of her oversized shirt to hide a fluster, she nodded her acceptance. There were a few excited woops, and Kim even whistled.

After that, all the roles and assignments for the project were set.

Marinette and Adrien were to be Knight and Princess. Chloé and Juleka took to the King and Queen. Kim and Ivan claimed a joint role of the Dragon for themselves. Rose volunteered to be the Evil Sorceress. Mylène wanted the role as the Knight’s Fairy Guide. Alix was to make props and set backgrounds in the art room. Nathaniel and Alya were the script-writers for the story. Max and Nino were on camera duty with the help of Markov. Sabrina was put in charge of coordinating, scheduling, and final edits.

Lastly, everyone was given two tasks as a group: First, if they had nothing to, they were to help their fellow classmates who were still working. And second, everyone pitches in for the costumes if they can.

Everything went surprisingly smoothly for their project once everything was divided up. Adrien got Chloé to pitch in for the costumes with him, both allowing their immense closets to be raided. Alya and Nino were able to check out cameras from the yearbook and photography clubs. Props became a group-effort when most of the class rather enjoyed, and got carried away with, the art room’s free to use supplies. Some of the musically inclined were putting together a playlist for mood and background music. Kim helped the cast members practice their lines, even standing in for a partner if someone wasn’t there.

It was fun, Marinette had to admit. Up until the inevitable hitch caught up to them, though.

The days of filming their project were upon them. The school’s courtyard had been commandeered for the majority of their sets, empty due to it being a weekend. Large green rolls of poster paper had been used like wallpaper, hung from the second floor banisters to act as a greenscreen. The stairs got covered in painted cardboard so they would look like castle walls and towers from the side.

The entrance to the school was left clear, since the class had deemed it worthy to be its own set background twice over. The first was to act as the front gate to the King and Queen’s castle for the opening scene outside. The second would be from the inside, doors closed and covered with curtains to make it look like the inside of a Great Hall. To give the makeshift Great Hall its finishing touch, Chloé had ‘borrowed’ the fancy chair from her Father’s office to act as a throne.

All in all, things went great. The story and filming opened with the Knight, Marinette, decked out in painted cardboard and foam armor, returning from a mission in another country. He was summoned by the King and Queen immediately upon arrival, to be told that the Princess, Adrien, had been cursed and kidnapped by the Evil Sorceress. To their credit, Juleka and Chloé actually did an amazing job of acting and looking like emotionally distressed parents who just lost their daughter. And when they did a flashback scene in one of the classrooms, Rose proved to be one scary Evil Sorceress with Adrien a perfect damsel in distress. They did have to redo the scene several times, though, because the Queen, Juleka, was having trouble not looking like she wished she was being kidnapped by a very pretty girl instead.

The Fairy Guide, Mylène, was then called forth to help assist the Knight in tracking down the Evil Sorceress and navigate through the Magic Woods. This part took a mix of walking along the makeshift greenscreen wall multiple times and actually going out to a few of the parks around Paris. They had to admit to themselves, though, that they mostly just wanted to run around in-costume and have fun, as well as eat a picnic that Alya’s mother and Marinette’s father had both contributed to after hearing about the project.

It was the pre-rescue battle scene that caused the hiccup. The class artists had done a too-good job on the two-person costume of their Dragon. Kim sat upon Ivan’s shoulders, allowing the Dragon to have an impressive two and a half metre height from head to ground. Kim was also very set on being very animated and expressive with the Dragon, so the mouth, full of sharp paper mache fangs, opened and closed at his command while he threw glitter out like it was fire. Ivan controlled the legs, wings, and body, which all had moving parts for mobility. The legs were strapped to his own, so they walked and stepped when he did. The wings were controlled by Ivan’s Raven wings, allowing them to move realistically. Kim, acting as the neck, would twist around, and Ivan, needing to keep balance, would follow his movements, causing the whole dragon to lumber around and sway like it was alive.

The Fairy Guide, Mylène, couldn't bring herself to face the Dragon at all, let alone appear on set with it. What really took them off guard, however, was the Akuma that came along as the class was gathered around Mylène.

#marichatmay2021 #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ml wing au #wing-binding #chat blanc #willowbendt

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weird-aunt · 3 years

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Mass Effect Tag

With all the discourse on Mass Effect: Legendary Edition, let's spread some positive vibes by remembering what we love about the trilogy. Fill in and tag your friends. Feel free to add your own categories to this survey.

Thank you @briarfox13 for the tag!!

I have like two Mass Effect friends so I’ll go ahead and tag @commandersarah @pathfinderlittleduck @pip-n-flinx and @memaidraws

I am a fan since: Maaayyyybe 2012??? Or possibly 2013. I know it was my first “real” boyfriend’s favorite game so he let me borrow the series in high school sometime after I got an xbox for the first time. Fun fact- my first romance was Kaidan because they shared a name and then I eventually ended up romancing Garrus on my fourth??? playthrough and then it wasn’t long after that we broke up lmao

Favourite game of the series?: 3, the score is so good, the gameplay is the best of the three IMO, it’s the culmination of everything from the past two games and I just LOVE seeing all the disparate plots and side quests all coming togetheer

MShep or FShep?: FShep

Earthborn, Colonist,or Spacer: Earthborn! Mostly because it’s the origin that ties in best with my OC Laena’s backstory tbh

Biotics or Tech: BIOTICS FUCK YEAH!! Overload is good for them marauders but no one knows how deadly Sir Isaac Newton is like a biotic

Paragon or renegade: Paragon for sure, but you know ya girl never misses that renegade interrupt to get Kai Leng

Favourite Class?: Sentinel always

Favourite Companion: gotta love Garrus, but not counting romances EDI is probably my fave

Least favourite Companion: I half want to say Ashley solely because that’s how I can justify leaving her behind every time but since I always do I honestly don’t know her enough to dislike her lol. My least favorite of the consistent companions is Liara. She’s just too much, like she’s too much either way. When she’s innocent and naive she’s a little too childlike but then when she goes all rage she has absolutely zero control she’s just exhausting honestly

My Squad Selection:

Mass Effect 1- Garrus and Kaidan or occasionally Wrex

Mass Effect 2- I feel like I mixed this one up a little bit more often (mostly because you had to take each companion on their own loyalty mission) but usually always Garrus and then Miranda was probably my most often second person

Mass Effect 3-Garrus and EDI every time

Favourite In-game Romance: Shakarian always

Other pairings I like: I’m still fond of Shenko and even though it’s not canon I gotta support Ashley x Fshep for my girl

Favourite NPC: Anderson and Dr. Chakwas, nothing can replace my love for Dr. Chakwas, but Bailey gets an honorable mention

Favourite Antagonist: Kai Leng solely because the final scene with him was just so good but I gotta say I also enjoyed Maya Brooks

Favourite Mission: Oh gosh I’m definitely a fan of Overlord, but nothing beats the absolute adrenaline rush I get every time I do the Rannoch mission in ME3

Favourite Loyalty Mission: I have a love/hate relationship with Grunt’s loyalty mission, I love killing the thresher maw but also I hate killing the thresher maw, but the one I really enjoy the most is Jack’s. I feel like a lot of people really relate to seeing Jack confront her childhood trauma and I just love seeing the unique aspects of her character through the mission

Favourite DLC: Well I can’t not say the Citadel DLC, it really is so much fun, but I also loved Overlord, partially because I’m just glad Shepard gets to shut that shit down

Control, Synthesis or Destroy: I think theoretically speaking, synthesis is what my preferred ending would be, but since I can never kill Shepard I always go with destroy

Favourite Weapon: Phaeston rifle

Favourite Place: I feel like it’s a cop out to say the Normandy, but there’s no place like home you know

A quote I like: The one that always makes me giggle? “Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son-of-a-bitch in space!" but in a more serious theme “Stand amongst the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters” I always play a paragon Shep but damn that line is raw

#mass effect #mass effect trilogy

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natsora · 3 years

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WIP Meme

Tagged by @sasskarian Thank you!

Tagging @pip-n-flinx @cassandra-pentughasst @autodiscothings No obligations

Shepard didn’t think there was anything harder than to watch a friend doing something she thought was a bad idea and having no alternative but to let them go through with it. The way Ryder endured the severe cramping, the way everything she had been eating came back up just hours after Shepard administered the drug, the gut certain feeling Shepard had she was killing Ryder just by helping her — it all sat horribly against her gut, making her feel like she was about to throw up.

“It will all be over soon,” Ryder said. Shepard couldn’t say if it was to comfort Shepard or herself. Maybe both.

“Will you come with me later?” Ryder had been asking her this over and over again, as if Shepard hadn’t already told her without a shadow of a doubt she wouldn’t allow Ryder do this alone.

“I will.” Shepard squeezed her hand. “You’re not doing this by yourself, not again.”

The smile Ryder offered her was tight, so tight it looked like it was extracted from her at the point of a gun. Shepard’s suggestion to borrow credits from the Nakmors, from Vidal. Fuck, even T’Soni — Shepard was reasonably sure T’Soni would happily provide it. It was all met with a firm and steadfast refusal.

That fucking Ryder stubbornness. Shepard prayed this was all worth it, Ryder was wrecking her body just for those credits.

#WIP Meme #Project: Uppercut

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bitchy-marvel-dude · 4 years

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Rachel (Trans Philip Hamilton)

Tags: MTF Philip Hamilton, Fluff, makeup, etc.

(A/N: I am trans, but I’m FTM, not MTF, and I haven’t really come out, so I don’t know how that situation works, so if I got this wrong feel free to correct me and if I offended anyone please yell at me.

A ten year old Philip was standing in front of his mother’s mirror, holding a tube of lipstick and smearing it on his mouth messily. Next, he uncapped the mascara and put it under his lashes, blinking over it like he had seen his mother do. The effect left little pinpricks of black on the skin of his eyelids and he ended up getting some of the mascara in his eyes. The sting of it made tears well up, but he tilted her face up and blinked at the ceiling rapidly, not wanting to mess up his makeup.

Next, he grabbed one of the little pencils on the counter and looked at it curiously. Was he supposed to draw on the bottom lid or the top one? Maybe both? He tried to drag the tip of the pencil over his bottom eyelid and almost immediately poked himself in the eye. Hissing in pain, the tip of the pencil dragging against his cheek as he yanked it down, he slapped one hand over her eye and whimpered pitifully. How does his momma do this every morning?

Deciding to give up on the makeup for now, he pulled out the last addition to his new look from under the bathroom counter. It was a dress, one of Angie’s, - a dress that she almost never wore, because Angie hated dresses with a burning passion and only ever wore them on special occasions - light yellow and ruffled. It had little yellow roses printed on it.

He pulled off the clothes he had been wearing - shorts and a dinosaur t-shirt - and unzipped the back of the dress, stepping into it and attempting to rezip the back before giving up entirely. He looked at herself in the mirror.

He looked…. Silly. There was too much lipstick, and it tasted icky. Some of it was even on the tip of his nose! There was a streak of dark brown eyeliner running down his cheek, and the mascara was messy and made his lashes stick together. In short, he thought he looked like a circus clown.

The dress was too small for him. His shoulders were just a little too broad for the straps, and the flounce was far too short. He felt like crying.

The bathroom door opened at that moment, and now he really was crying, a single tear slipping down his cheek, because his momma was standing in the doorway, staring at him, in all his makeup smeared glory.

Eliza merely sighed, grabbing a moist towelette from its container on a shelf, wiping the makeup off Philip’s face gently.

Philip stared at the floor, shame-faced, his ears burning and tears now sliding down his cheeks heavily. It was only when Philip’s shoulders started shaking with repressed sobs that Eliza really noticed her child was crying

“Oh, honey, what’s the matter?” Eliza cooed, tilting Philip’s face up with a finger under her chin.

“I-I’m sorry!” he wailed. “I’m sorry, I s-shoul-shouldn’t’ve s-stole Angie’s dress or u-used your makeup, I’m so sorry, M-Momma!”

“Pip, baby, don’t cry,” Eliza said, pulling Philip into a hug. Philip sunk into the embrace, crying into her shoulder, a wet patch forming on the shoulder of Eliza’s light blue t-shirt. Eliza only pulled away from the hug when she was sure Philip had stopped crying.

“I think we need to talk about this, baby,” Eliza said. Philip nodded, not trusting himself to speak at the moment. Eliza sat Philip on the toilet seat, Eliza sitting on the edge of the bathtub that was just across from it.

“Why’d you get into my makeup, honey?” Eliza asked gently. Philip shrugged helplessly. “You don’t know?” Philip shrugged again. After a small stretch of silence, Philip finally said,

“I like the makeup. And the dresses. And I wanted to wear the makeup and the dresses, but I knew that you wouldn’t buy me some, so I borrowed one of Angie’s-”

“Pip, all you had to do was ask, and I would’ve gotten you a dress,” Eliza said. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of for wanting to wear girls’ clothing. Heck, your Uncle Laffy wears skirts more often than not, and we never say anything!” Philip nods. His mother had a point.

“It isn’t just the dresses,” Philip admitted quietly, voice wavering. “I think there’s something wrong with me.”

“And what might this be?” Eliza asked.

“I don’t… I guess I don’t feel like a boy? I mean...” Eliza gestured for him to go on. “I don’t like being a boy. I don’t like being called ‘son’ or being called a boy, or ‘he’, or my name- and I know that it’s not normal, people talk about how weird it is at my school all the time, but I just can’t help it-” Eliza shushed him, smiling at Philip warmly.

“It’s alright, honey, I think I understand,” Eliza said.

“You do?” Philip cautioned, voice small. Eliza nodded.

“I do,” she said, and Philip felt like crying all over again. “I want to explain all of this to you, okay?”

“Okay.”

And so Philip learned what the word ‘transgender’ meant, and how it applied to her. She learned that she would be considered ‘mtf’, and that, no matter what her DNA said, if she was more comfortable as a girl she would be a girl, and that her Momma and Pops would do everything in their power to help her transition.

By the time Eliza was done with her explanation, and done with answering all of Philip’s questions, it was already dark out.

“I think it’s time for all my little monkeys to be in bed,” Eliza said, standing from her perch on the side of the bathtub. Philip was turning towards the door to go to bed herself when Eliza suddenly said, “Wait! You said you didn’t like being called your name?” Philip nodded hesitantly. “Do you want us to call you something else?” Philip thought for a moment.

“I don’t know yet. Can you just call me Pip for now, until I figure it out? Not Philip?”

“Of course, honey,” Eliza said, pressing a kiss to Pip’s curly head. “I should go help your younger siblings get ready for bed. Good night, Pip.”

“Good night, Momma,” Pip said, smiling and leaving the bathroom.

A few days later, at the store with her mother and her father - all of his many, many siblings were being watched by Uncle Laffy and Uncle Herc, God bless their souls -, Pip finally settled on a name. She didn’t know why she hadn’t considered it before.

“Hey, Pops?” she said. Her father was looking at one of the many dresses on the racks, an utterly lost expression on his face.

“Yes, Pip?” Alexander said, looking grateful to be turning away from the rack of clothing.

“I like Rachel,” she said.

“Eh?” Alexander said, looking even more confused.

“My name? I think I wanna go by Rachel. Rachel Catherine. After Gran and your momma.” Rachel said resolutely. Alexander smiled at his daughter wetly.

“It’s a beautiful name,” he said. “For a beautiful little girl.” Rachel smiled, and Alexander scooped his small daughter into his arms, spinning her around, Rachel giggling madly all the while. Finally, Alexander set Rachel back on the ground, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand after doing so.

“I love you, Rachel,” Alexander said.

“I love you too, Pops,” Rachel replied, eyes stinging slightly. Eliza finally wandered back towards them, at least ten dresses in Rachel’s size in the cart.

“What’s with all the waterworks?” Eliza asked teasingly.

“My dearest Betsey,” Alexander said seriously. “Allow me to introduce you to - Rachel Catherine Hamilton!”

And then they were all crying.

Yeah , Rachel thought, grinning as her parents hugged her tightly. Everything’s gonna be okay.

#Trans Philip Hamilton #Trans Female Character #Philip Hamilton #Hamliza #Elizabeth Schuyler #Eliza Hamilton #Alexander Hamilton #Hamilton #Hamilton Oneshot #My first work in this fandom #yes i know my writing sucks but i enjoy writing so fuck off #Transgender Character

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years

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Riding High Ch 19: Unfair Comparison

Part 1

Chapter Summary: Fliss is not a happy bunny when she realises Frank hasn’t dumped the card, and then there’s some other stuff…and yeah I suck at summaries.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, NO UNDER 18s!)

Chapter Pairings: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: Another long update so split it into two Parts! Part 2 to be uploaded straight away following this one. Also, I might be completely off in the technicalities of Parole breaches here but bear with me…

Chapter Song: Titanium by David Guetta/Sia

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones…

“What an ass hole." Greg shook his head, tossing the card onto the coffee table. "Tell me about it." Frank sighed as he ran his hand through his hair and leaned back heavily against the cushions of Greg's sofa. "I just..." "I know pal." Greg soothed him, "Technically you’re right, he has breached his parole. So Fliss would be perfectly within her tights to call the police. However, he’s gonna deny it, there’ll be an investigation…you’re back into statements possibly court again...all it needs is one member of a jury, if it even goes that far to doubt he sent it and..." "So I'm just supposed to sit back and let it lie?" Frank looked at Greg, almost pleading with the man to give him some kind of advice he could use. "In a word yes." Greg shrugged "and not least because that's what Fliss asked you to."

“I’m worried Greg.” Frank shook his head “Yes, it’s just a card but it proves he knows where she is…” “Not hard, her business has a website.” “Yes, I know that…” Frank started but Greg cut him off. “Frank, he can’t come out of Massachusetts.” Greg looked at Frank “He cannot physically set foot outside of that state without his GPS tag tipping the police off.”

Frank bit the inside of his cheek, his jaw twitching.

“Look, buddy, I get it.” Greg said, his tone soft “I really do…it’s shit. But for now the best thing for you to do is listen to Fliss.”

“This is bullshit.”

“Tell you what. I’ll keep the card. If she gets any more stuff from him then we can build a portfolio and send it to the police. It’s more likely to come to something if we have more incidents.”

“So basically, we just have to wait until he sends her more crap and then we might, or might not be able to do anything?” “I’m sorry pal.” Greg shrugged.

“It’s not your fault.” Frank sighed, shrugging. “Sorry I snapped. I appreciate the advice.”

“I wish I could be a little more positive.”

“Don’t we all?” Frank said, slapping his thighs with his hands “I best get off, got stuff to do this afternoon.” Greg eyed him for a moment as he stood up, before he rose from his seat to see Frank out of the villa.

“Just be there for Fliss ok?” he said as they walked to the door “Frank, if she’s asking you to do something, unless it’s really dumb then do it. Give her the control, yeah?” Frank merely nodded and then climbed into his truck, still as pissed off as he had been when he had arrived. He reached for his shades, slipped them on and headed down to the marina. He spent the afternoon cleaning the boat. And whilst it didn’t take him long as they hadn’t taken an awful lot with them, he decided to give the entire thing a good wash down and polish inside, more to keep him occupied. Paul arrived at just gone 3 pm, and was over the moon with the fact his boat had come back to him in a better condition than it had gone out in…making a quip that Frank could borrow it whenever the hell he wanted if it meant service like that.

He was just heading back to his truck when Fliss called him.

“How are my girls?” he asked and she chuckled slightly.

“Good, we’re done now so be heading home soon. What do you fancy for dinner? Anything in particular?” “I’ll swing by the store, pick up a few steaks and we can grill.” Frank said, climbing into the truck “And a bottle of Rioja?” “Perfect.” she said. “Did you get rid of that card?” Frank hesitated for a second. “I took care of it.”

“Frank?” her voice had grew a little sterner. “What does that mean? What did you do?” “I took it to Greg.” he said, not wanting to lie to her and he grimaced as she made an angry noise on the other side of the phone.

“Damnit Frank, I asked you to get rid of it…” “I just wanted some advice.” he said, “Thought I’d see what Greg made of it and-“

“You had no right to do that…” she said, her voice angry “That wasn’t your decision to make…” “Lissy…” he sighed “Look, let’s not do this on the phone. We can discuss it at home ok?”

And then the familiar pips hit his ear, signalling she’d hung up.

With a groan he banged his forehead against the steering wheel in frustration. He wasn’t looking forward one bit to that conversation.

He walked into the store a few blocks from their home, and for a second debated taking his time, just to stall but he knew he would simply be delaying the inevitable. It didn’t matter how long he left it, there was going to be an argument. He grabbed what they needed for dinner, and a few packets of snacks before he headed back out to his truck. 5 minutes or so later he was home, and walked up the steps, letting himself in.

Fliss and Mary were both in the kitchen, Mary sat on the counter with a juice box, Fliss clutching a beer.

“Hey…” he said, a little tentatively. Fliss gave him a tight smile and turned her head so that his kiss landed on her cheek.

Yeah, he was in for it. Big time.

“You had a good day?” he asked, placing the bag on the side and looked at Mary.

She nodded eagerly “I cantered today, off the lead line,” “Did you?” He smiled at her “Nice work Stack.” “Fliss got a video…” Mary said, “Can we show Frank?” “Sure.” Fliss smiled at her, and pulled out her phone. She swiped at the screen and passed it to Mary who took it, and Frank moved so he could watch the footage over her shoulder.

“My balance is still a little bit crappy…” Mary shrugged “But I didn’t fall.” “Your balance is fine.” Fliss said gently “You just need to keep your lower leg still but that will come in time. You’re doing great.” Mary beamed and handed Fliss her phone back.

“Why don’t you go get showered?” Frank looked at Mary “I need to speak to Fliss for a moment ok?”

“Can I go on my computer once I’m washed up?” “Sure.” Frank nodded. She hopped down from the counter and wandered out of the room. Frank watched her go for a moment before he turned to see Fliss was stood looking at him. “So what did Greg say?” she asked, folding her arms

“Nothing different to what you said.” Frank looked at her.

“Right, and if he had said something different, like told you to go to the police, would you have done that behind my back too?” “No, of course not!” Frank shook his head as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, both hands either side of his body on the edge of the worktop, “That’s not what I-“ he took a deep breath “Honey, I just want to make sure that we do everything right. Greg’s gonna keep the card on file, says if you get anything else then he’ll keep that too, build a case.”

Fliss looked at him for a moment before she shrugged “Whatever” “Whatever?” Frank frowned “That’s all you can say, whatever?” “Well what else am I supposed to say?” she looked back at him “You clearly know best…” “Fliss…” he sighed, “Don’t be like that…” “I’m not being like anything.” she shook her head “You’re the one that went behind my back, ignored what I asked you to do.”

“With good reason…” “You know, I thought I might be at a point in my life where I get to make the decisions about things that directly affect or concern me but clearly, I was wrong…” “Woah, woah, woah, now hang on…” Frank said, pushing away from the unit he was leaning against, holding his hand up “Are you seriously comparing what I did to him….” “No, of course not.” she snapped. “Well that kinda sounds like what you were doing…” his hands fell to his hips.

“Oh don’t be a dick, Frank.” she glared at him. “That’s not what I meant.” “Well what did you mean?”

“I already said exactly what I mean!” she said, her voice rising in volume “You had no right to do that, no right at all to go behind my back like you did. I couldn’t do anything about him getting released, but the one thing I can control is how I react to this entire situation…and you took that away from me!” “You’re completely overreacting…”

“Overreacting?” “Yes…” he said, stepping towards her “Liss, I didn’t do it to take control…nothing of the sort…” “How would you feel if you told me not to do something with Mary, something that meant a lot to you, and I still went and did it anyway?” “That’s…” he shook his head “That’s completely different.” “No, it isn’t!” she yelled back “It would be a complete disregard for your wishes, it’s exactly the same…” Frank looked at her, his eyes locking onto hers as she simply snorted and shook her head “You don’t even see what you did wrong do you?” “No, and I’m not apologising either.” he shook his head

“Of course you’re not.” she snorted “This is getting us nowhere.”

With that she turned and called for Thor.

“Where are you going?” he frowned, following her into the hall as she slipped on her sneakers.

“Out.”

“Where?” he asked, when she didn’t reply he pressed again “Lissy.” “Piss off Frank.” she shot back, and with that she stormed out of the front door, slamming it behind her.

Frank stood still, his hands on his hips before he dropped his head with a sigh.

“Nice job…” he heard Mary say from behind him.

“Shut up.” he snapped, a little harshly as he turned to face her. She glared at him and then rolled her eyes.

“I’m going back to my room.” she said simply, stalking off down the corridor, laptop under her arm.

Frank watched her go before he shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Way to go Adler, you fucking idiot.

**** Fliss angrily stomped across the lawn and took a right, Thor trotting at her heels. She walked down the path that led to the Marina, took a left and dropped down the stone steps onto the beach, pausing to remove her sneakers. She dug her toes into the sand, rolled up her riding britches as much as she could before she headed to the waters edge, allowing the water to splash over her legs, Thor giving an excited bark as he gambolled in and out of the waves.

She was angry. Angrier than she had been in a long time. But it was more than that, she felt betrayed in a way. She had asked Frank to do something, something she felt she was perfectly within her rights to request and he had deliberately ignored her.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been stood there, simply looking out over at the horizon but she was jolted from her thoughts by her phone ringing. She debated ignoring it for a while, but eventually she pulled it from her pocket and took a breath as she realised it was her Dad.

“Hey Pops.” she greeted him. “You ok?” “Yeah fine Titch.” he said, “Just noticed I had a missed call…” “Oh, yeah…” she said, for a moment she had forgotten she had called. She had been planning to tell him about the card but as she stood there, she wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore “It wasn’t important..” “Charming…” she heard her mother and Fliss let out a chuckle.

“You got me on speaker?”

“Bluetooth.” Bill replied “We’ve been to the store.” “Stocking up for tomorrow.” Verity said “Can’t have a roast dinner with no potatoes…Mary would have a fit.”

“Yeah…yeah she will.” Fliss said with a sigh.

There was a pause before Bill spoke again “Lissy, you ok?” “Not really no…” she said, her eyes brimming with tears. “Me and Frank, we had an argument…a pretty big one…” “What about?” Bill asked.

“So, this morning…I had a card arrive at the yard…and it was from John…” Bill made an angry noise as Verity let out an exclamation.

“That’s…he’s broken his parole…” “I know, but they’re not gonna launch an investigation over a card…so I asked Frank to get rid of it. But he took it to Greg behind my back and…” She trailed off, rubbing at her temple.

“So I’m guessing you discussed your disappointment with him in a calm and collected manner…” Bill said sarcastically.

“If by calm you mean calling him a dick and storming out then yeah.” Fliss replied.

There was another moment of silence and Verity spoke again. “Honey, look…I’m sure he did what he thought was right…” “That’s not the point!” Fliss groaned “the point is I asked him not to. And he did it anyway. The one thing I can control in all of this is how I deal with it. And he completely disregarded that.” “Look, Liss, I love you to pieces, we both do” Bill spoke “But so does Frank, and him taking that card to Greg won’t have been about going behind your back. Have you considered how he feels in all of this?” “How he feels?” “Yeah, this is…this is something he will never have dealt with before. Seeing some other man basically trying to terrorise his girlfriend…he’s going to want to hit back, try and see if there’s something he can do. This isn’t about control. It’s about keeping you safe.”

Verity picked up the conversation at that point.

“I see your point sweetheart, and yes, he should have discussed it first but...” “So you both think I’m in the wrong?” Fliss asked gently, as she looked at her feet, Thor returning to her side and flopping down on the damp sand. “No…that’s not what either of are saying, is it V?”

“No, not at all. He had no right to go behind your back, I get that honey I do, but…well, this can’t be easy for Frank either. And maybe…” “Maybe you should cut him some slack.” Bill finished “He’s a good man Fliss, and heaven knows you waited long enough for one to come along.”

“I know.” Fliss said quietly, the tears trickling down her face. “I know…” “I can hear the ocean…so go home.” Bill said gently. “Talk to him. Calmly. Don’t let that asshole get in the middle of what you two have Titch, you both deserve more than that.”

She nodded to herself, wiping her face and then bidding her parents good-bye she placed the phone back in her pocket. Mulling their words over she turned and headed back across the sand, the sun setting behind them as she made her way over to the food truck parked by the side of the boardwalk.

******

By the time Frank had convinced Mary to speak to him so he could apologise for snapping, it was getting dark out. Fliss had been gone for a good hour and a half, and Frank was getting a little concerned. He was just about to call Roberta to watch Mary whilst he went out looking, when the door opened and Thor padded into the living room.

Frank stood up and turned to see Fliss in the doorway. Her eyes locked onto his and he gave her a small smile.

“I was getting kinda worried.” Frank said softly “Wasn’t sure you were coming home.”

“Neither was I.” she replied honestly and Frank swallowed slightly as she looked at him and sighed “I’m going for a shower then to bed. I’m tired.” “Ok.” he nodded “Do you want something to eat or…” “I grabbed a burger when I was out.” she shrugged, “I’m fine, thanks.” There was a moment of silence during which Frank simply nodded and then Fliss turned and headed down the corridor, popping her head into Mary’s room to say goodnight. Once he watched her open the door to the bathroom and shut it behind her, he set about quickly tidying the kitchen up, tossing the empty beer bottles into the recycling box under the sink before he loaded the dishwasher and set it going. He moved around the living room, tidying a few things away before he turned the lights off and made his way into the bedroom.

Fliss was led on the bed, remote to the TV held in her hand as she glanced up at him for a second, her eyes flicking back to the screen on the wall.

“You still mad at me?” he asked tentatively as he pulled off his t-shirt. She looked at him for a second and sighed.

“Dad told me I was being an idiot.” “Right.” he said, sitting down on the bed next to her, extending his legs down the bed “That’s not answering my question sweetheart.” “I don’t know anymore” she shrugged “Yes, I’m still mad you did it…but I understand why. The fact you had the right intentions doesn’t make going behind my back any better.” “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, and yeah, ok, I should have asked you first, talked it over.” Frank conceded nodding “I’m sorry.”

“And I’m sorry if you thought before that I was saying you’re anything like him because you’re not…and I know that…because I can get mad at you and…well, that makes it impossible to stay mad at you for long…”

“What?” Frank looked at her, smiling, his eyebrow raised. “What does that even mean?” Fliss looked at him, a faint smile on her face as she sighed “It means that I can get mad at you, and shout, and leave in a temper tantrum for a walk or whatever, without worrying that when I come back you’re gonna hurt me.” Frank looked at her for a moment, as her words sunk in. Something so simple as having an argument was such a huge thing for her, and the fact she even saw having an argument as a measurement of how much she could trust him because she felt comfortable enough to call him out on the things he did that she didn’t like or agree with, was utterly fucked up. But in a strange way, made total sense.

She could argue with him because she felt safe…

Frank moved so he was led on his side, propped up on his elbow facing her, his hand gently reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked down at him where she was led, shoulders leaning against the bottom of the head board of the bed. He could see she was getting upset now, her brown eyes were watering and with a sigh he gestured with his head and opened his arms and she shuffled down further, allowing him to pull her into his chest, gently kissing her head.

“I love you.” he said softly “So much. I only went to Greg because I was worried. I’d do anything to keep you and Mary safe, you know that.”

“I know…” she said quietly as he slid his finger under her chin, lifting her head so that she was looking at him. Lowering his head, he kissed her softly, his hand cupping her cheek as his lips gently worked against hers. She relaxed into him, allowing him to deepen the kiss, his hand tangling in her hair as her fingers softly skated through his short beard. Frank let out a smile against her mouth and she pulled back to look at him, her soft, brown eyes searching his.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing…” he smiled, “I just like it when you do that…” “What? This?” she asked, her nails scratching slightly against his whiskers and he let out a sigh of satisfaction, giving a nod. Fliss watched him for a second as his eyelids flickered shut, those ridiculously long lashes resting against his cheeks as she continued to gently run her hands through his beard, before she shuffled closer and pressed her lips to his.

“I like it when you do that too…” he chuckled and she smiled against his mouth. They continued trading soft, tender kisses before Frank slowly moved so that Fliss was led under him, caging her with his arms as she gently ran her hands through his hair, pulling his head back down to kiss her again. His lips gently trailed along her jaw line to that spot on her neck just below her ear where he gave a soft nip causing Fliss to let out a soft moan. Her hips bucked upwards slightly, drawing a soft growl from Frank’s throat at the feeling as she pushed against him, all the time his mouth continuing its path downwards, tracing the line of her throat as his hands reached down and gently tugged at the hem of her vest top. She sat up slightly allowing him to remove it and he fell back over her, his lips latching back onto her neck, drawing another soft groan from Fliss at the feeling of his beard scratching against her skin and the contrast of his soft lips. His tongue circled the swell of her breast before he gently took a nipple into his mouth, listening to keens as he teased her, his other hand sliding down over the curve of her hip, fingers brushing the hem of her sleep shorts before he slid his hand beneath the material, parting her folds as he began to tease her with his fingers, coaxing more and more wetness from her as he went. He glanced up to see her head was thrown back against her pillow, eyes shut in utter bliss as she bit her lip.

“Look at me…” he said softly, moving so that his face was hovering over hers again, fingers still working. She opened those deep brown eyes he felt he could drown in and her pupils were blown with desire. His fingers picked up their pace and he slid one, then two inside her, curling against her spot over and over again.

“Frankie…” she panted as her back arched, “I..” her words stopped as she found herself unable to form them any longer, instead issuing a low gasp which turned into a groan as her eyes fluttered shut and she convulsed underneath him, tighten around his fingers. Eventually she relaxed and her breathing evened out slightly and she looked up at him, a soft smile on her face before her hand slid up into his hair, as he slanted his mouth over hers.

Then it was a fast scramble to get both of them out of the last remaining, thin barriers of clothing before Frank nestled into the v of her legs, mouth nipping at her collar bone.

“Want you…” she purred into his ear and fuck, did he want her too. Her hand reached down between them, and she gently lined him up, pressing her lips to his.

“Don’t keep me waiting Sailor…” she said softly.

And Frank, not one to refuse his girl what she wanted did as she asked, working into her with a steady, gently movement which made him shudder, dropping to his elbows over her as she gave a soft moan. Her hands gently gripped at his broad shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts slow and gentle at first, hips rocking against hers. Their mouths crashed together in a sloppy kiss as she raked her nails down his back, the sting on his skin caused desire to lance through him even more and he gave a groan, picking up the pace slightly, her body moving with his from each steady thrust, skin sliding against skin, the soft sounds of sex and groans and whimpers filled the air and half the time Frank was at a loss as to who exactly was making them.

“More…” she begged softly, and he hooked his hand under her knee, wrapping her leg up round his waist allowing him to drive deeper. She gave a loud mewl underneath him as her nails dug further into his shoulders as he moved faster, reading the signs she was giving him, his hips now snapping back and forth with a needy desire, the carnal want he had for this woman consumed him and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Come on baby…” he said, his breath ragged on her ear as he gently sucked at that spot again, feeling her writhing underneath him. “I got you, let go…”

His breath caught slightly as she tipped her head to press her lips to his, the kiss heated and he swallowed the loud groan she made before her head fell back her hands gripping to his back as if her life depended on it.

“Frankie…I’m…gonna…” she managed to stutter before her mouth once more slackened and her sultry lament made Frank shudder as her body shook underneath him, her leg twitching as he held it tight round his waist. Her heat gripped him, pulsing again and again and he felt the burning deep in the pit of his stomach, the surge of his own orgasm felt like it was rising from his very toes as he drove into her once more.

“Fuck, Lissy…” he mumbled and a guttural rumble erupted from his throat as his hips stuttered slightly before he made another few shallow thrusts before he collapsed forward, burying his head in her neck as the afterglow consumed him.

He had no idea how long passed before he managed to muster enough about himself to raise his head. She still had her eyes closed but there was a satisfied smile playing on her lips, one he couldn’t help but mirror. As he watched her face, the tip of his nose gently resting against hers, her eyelids flickered open and he smiled down at her, gently pressing their foreheads together.

“Ok?”

“Yeah…” her voice was raspy and she swallowed “That was more than ok…” He chuckled as he met her lips in a soft kiss, before he gently rolled off her, laying on his back and reaching down for the duvet which was tangled around their legs. After a short wrestle with it and a bit more giggling they both settled down, Fliss’ head on his chest as he lay on his back, his hand softly carding through her hair.

PART 2

#gifted fan fic #gifted #riding high #frank adler x ofc #frank adler

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“But squid is good, right? Want to get the calamari as a start?”

“Yeah, squid’s okay.” Mia’s phone buzzed and she glanced at it. She sighed, a sound that spoke of endless suffering. “But I think I’d rather have the cobb salad.”

“Is that your dad? What, is the squid going to give us food poisoning?”

“Yeah.”

Natalie laughed, but Mia hadn’t looked up from her menu.

Natalie Wilson just wanted her date to go well.

For @there-is-no-right-way

Chapters: 1/1 [Complete]

Words: 3,505

Tags: POV Outsider, Parenthood, Fluff and Humor, Dating, Cryptid Dads Cramping Their Teenage Daughter's Style

Taking one last moment to fix her hair in the mirror, Natalie leaned back in her car seat with a haggard sigh.

It was just dinner and a movie. Her and Mia literally ate at a Red Lobster and watched the new Magician’s Crescendo just last week. This was the same thing.

She pressed her face into the steering wheel.

Except that it wasn’t.

They were girlfriends now.

It wasn’t the same thing at all.

Without giving herself time to put the car in reverse and speed into the nearby pond, she shouldered the door open.

Relax. This was Mia they were talking about. Even if the date ended in Natalie absolutely humiliating herself, Mia would just take it all in with that adorable, secret smile of hers. They’d be fine. Their friendship would be fine. It’s fine. Natalie was fine.

She pressed the doorbell, trying to focus on its pleasant chiming as opposed to the panicked dance of her heart. The door opened and Mr. Sims was there.

“Right on time, Miss Wilson.”

Some of the stiffness left her shoulders. Miss Wilson. So posh. Pip pip tickety whatsit, and so on. A hoot and a half.

Mr. Sims smirked, and a heat rose to her face. Was she being obvious?

“Is, uh, Mia ready?”

“Just about. I believe she’s finishing up her hair. Come in.”

Mr. Sims led them through their tidy living room and into the kitchen where Mr. Blackwood was crouching over a pan. Looked like fish. The smell of garlic and spices wafted over her and her mouth watered. Man, she was starving.

“Smells good, Mr. B.”

Mr. Blackwood looked up from the pan and smiled. “Thank you.” Lowering the heat of the stove, he turned towards them, wiping his hands on his apron. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Aw.” She futzed with her short black skirt, which still had traces of cat hair, despite her efforts with the lint roller. “Thanks. The earrings are my mom’s, though. She’s letting me borrow them.”

“It suits you, love.”

Mr. Sims nodded his agreement. “Your mother was telling us about your violinist audition. How did that go?”

“Oh, man.” Her fingers had gotten completely tangled in the last bar and when the scout had said, Good luck on your performance, she had said, Thanks, you too. “I think it went okay. I don’t know, the scout was kind of standoffish. I don’t think she like the song I played.”

“You did fine. She was just battling a bout of indigestion.”

Natalie chuckled, but Mr. Sims’ expression didn’t change. He did that a lot, actually. Just saying these strange things, confident in stuff he shouldn’t be confident in. Perhaps it was just an unusual style of British humor?

Mr. Blackwood nudged his husband’s side.

“Go check on Mia, Jon. She won’t want to keep her date waiting.”

Thoughts of Mr. Sims’ oddities fled her head. Her date. That was Natalie, Natalie was Mia’s date. They were talking about Natalie and Mia. And their date. Their date.

She was so absorbed in the comment that she only somewhat processed the look Mr. Blackwood gave his husband. Something akin to the look her mom gave her when she rambled on too long about her true crime podcasts. Mr. Sims scrubbed the back of his head, the closest she’d ever seen him to looking sheepish, before making his way up the stairs.

Natalie prepared herself for more small talk with Mr. Blackwood, but there was a thumping sound, a yelp, and a moment later, Mia came charging down the stairs.

“I’m so sorry!”

Natalie was incapable of responding at first. Mia had curled her soft brown hair into ringlets and her eyes sparkled. She was wearing the necklace Natalie had gotten her for her birthday last year.

“So,” said Mr. Blackwood, “dinner and a movie, is it?”

“Yep,” Mia said as she rounded the corner, throwing her arm around Natalie’s shoulder. Natalie’s stomach swooped.

“Yeah, uh, we’re going to see that new Haunting’s Row movie.”

“Sounds like fun. Did I ever tell you where my husband took us on our first date?”

“Dad.”

“A library. And not even to the parts where everyone went to make out.”

“Dad.”

Mr. Blackwood laughed, either not noticing or choosing to ignore his husband’s scowl. “Well, you two have fun. Try not to stay out too late.”

“We won’t,” said Mia, herding Natalie towards the door. As Natalie walked down the drive towards her car, though, Mia turned to her fathers in the doorway.

“Be cool tonight, okay?” she said, her voice low. “Especially you.”

“Why especially me?” Mr. Sims asked. The glare he received from both his daughter and husband was enough to scorch Natalie ten feet away.

“I’ll make sure he behaves,” Mr. Blackwood said, clapping a hand on his husband’s shoulder. “Have fun, sweetie.”

Mia pouted scornfully for good measure, before leaning up to plant a kiss on both their cheeks and turning with a wave. The two of them loaded into the car and Natalie flipped on her selected playlist for the evening before backing out of the driveway.

“Oh, I love this song,” Mia said, and Natalia flushed at the praise, having carefully curated this playlist over the course of the last five days. Everything had to be exactly right, after all.

“So,” Natalie started once they reached the highway. “I was thinking of that Thai place over on Victoria and 8th. What do you think?”

Mia was about to answer, but her phone dinged.

“Oh, just a sec.” Her phone clicked at she unlocked it. In the corner of Natalie’s eyes, she could see Mia’s nose scrunch, just a bit, the way it did whenever she was irritated.

“That your old man?”

Mia put her phone away with a sniff. “Yeah.”

Natalie raised a brow, waiting for an answer. Texts from Mia’s dad that got her to make that face were always interesting. Seeming to sense her expectation, Mia huffed.

“Giovanni’s place is doing free cannolis with a large pizza.”

“Oh, awesome,” Natalie said, flicking on her blinker to turn right at the next exit. “Your dad always knows the best deals in town. I don’t know why you get so grumpy about it.”

“I guess it’s not impossible he could have found it online or something. He's way too lame for that, though."

Well, yeah, where else would he have found it? The newspaper? Actually, Mr. Sims seemed like the type to still read newspapers.

“Your dads are awesome. My mom still shows off the doilies Mr. Blackwood made for her last Christmas. I love it when he calls me love, too. It’s so,” she tried to find the words and failed, “British.”

“Why, yes, British people in Britain.” Mia looked out the car window. “Have we moved countries since last I checked?”

“You know what I mean. You Englishmen with your adorable little accents.”

“We don’t have accents. You have an accent.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“Say aluminium.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Say it. A-lu-min-i-um.”

Natalie made a face. “A-lu-min-um.”

“You’re missing an entire I.”

“I am not. Americans don’t spell it with that I. We’re efficient like that.”

Mia settled back in her seat with a terse sound. “Efficiency, bastardization, whatever you want to call it.”

They both only lasted a few moments before bursting out into giggles. Their exit was fast approaching, and Natalie checked if the lane was clear.

“So, Giovanni’s?”

“Yeah, it’s hard to say no to a free cannoli.” Then, she added in a low grumble, “Even if it’s cheating.”

Natalie shook her head. She just didn’t get Mia sometimes.

As she drove down the darkening road, she glanced cautiously to her side. Mia’s hand was resting on the center console. Just sitting there. Probably cold, you know?

Holding her breath, Natalie crept one hand off the steering wheel and over to Mia’s (doubtlessly cold) hand. When she touched her wrist, Mia startled, and Natalie flinched back. Dammit. She should have asked first.

Then, Mia smiled and took Natalie’s hand, interlocking their fingers together. Oh, that was smooth. Mia was so smooth. Her heart pounded in her ears as her world shrank to the single point of their joined hands.

“Slow down!”

Whoops.

Natalie’s only ever been to Giovanni’s once before, when she and the gang were skulking around downtown for carbs after Mia’s soccer practice. It was nicely decorated, and the lowlights set the intimate mood Natalie wanted.

However, the place was nearly empty, on a Friday night, no less. While it suited their purposes, she suspected there was a reason why the desserts were free.

The hostess jumped at the sight of them but led them both to their seats.

“So,” Natalie began, flipping through the menu. “Toppings.”

“Definitely green peppers. Onions, too.”

“No onions.”

“What? You love onions.”

“Yeah, but, you know,” a damning heat rose to her face, “for later.”

“Oh.” Mia’s lips curled as she stared at her menu. She cleared her throat. “I brought mints, okay?”

Oh, mints. Genius. Why hadn’t she thought of that? “Okay, onions. Pepperoni?” Mia scrunched up her nose. “Oh, right. Miss I-Don’t-Like-The-Best-Pizza-Topping.”

“Look, you wouldn’t be so hot for it either if your dad was telling you about all the crazy butchers he’s run into as a bedtime story.”

“Right, right. The, uh, what was it? Bonepuller?”

“Boneturner. And he was a dickhead. Turned my dad’s bones right out of him.”

“My mom wouldn’t even let me watch that Disney movie about the kid vampire. You ever thinking about writing down some of those spooky stories? You and your dad are so imaginative with that sort of thing.”

“Nah, that stuff’s boring.”

Like a story about an invasion of parasitic flesh worms was boring. No accounting for taste. Perhaps Natalie would have to take it to paper herself someday. “But squid is good, right? Want to get the calamari as a start?”

“Yeah, squid’s okay.” Mia’s phone buzzed and she glanced at it. She sighed, a sound that spoke of endless suffering. “But I think I’d rather have the cobb salad.”

“Is that your dad? What, is the squid going to give us food poisoning?”

“Yeah.”

Natalie laughed, but Mia hadn’t looked up from her menu.

She took after her old man far too much, in Natalie's opinion.

The movie theater, unlike the restaurant, was packed. They waited in line for fifteen minutes and when they entered the auditorium, only a few scattered seats remained.

How hadn’t Natalie seen this coming? It’s not like Haunted Row 3 wasn’t the most highly anticipated horror event of the summer! She shouldn’t have insisted on that cheesecake alongside the cannoli, but Mia loved cheesecake. What were they going to do now?

Mia’s phone chimed again. Natalie turned, hopeful, like a dog to a bell. Yanking her phone out, Mia scanned the text, lips puckered like she was sucking on sour candy.

“There’s some seats over there.”

Natalie turned around, and, yeah, there they were. Two seats shoved in the far back. Not ideal, but better than nothing. She was equal parts relieved because the night wasn’t ruined, and stunned, because how? She glanced around the movie theater, not sure what she was looking for, but sure, whatever it was, was looking right back at her.

“I’m going to make a call real quick,” Mia said as they claimed the seats. She brought the phone to her ear, turning away from Natalie and lowering her voice to a waspish whisper.

“Hello? Jon! You said you wouldn’t— It was implied— Give Dad the phone. Do it. Dad? Yeah.” Mia nodded. “Yeah. Bury him in a board game or something. Okay. Yeah. Yes, Jon, I love you, too. Okay. Bye.”

She turned back to Natalie with a smile, a smile Natalie tried to return, but she felt it came out rather shaky.

“You said your dad worked with security cameras or something, right?”

“What? Pft. No, he’s a teacher at Frederickson. Where did you get an idea like that?”

“Uh—”

The movie started. Mia shushed her and Natalie glared, but settled in.

They only got halfway through the before Natalie fled the auditorium with trembling legs and a pounding heart. She splashed her face in the bathroom, trying to control her breathing. The door opened, and Natalie looked up to see Mia in the mirror, and she groaned.

“I told you to wait. You’re missing the movie.”

“It’s Haunted Row. Everyone dies but the virgin and the dog, the end.” Mia put a hand on Natalie’s back, rubbing in soothing circles. “I don’t understand why you take us to these horror movies when you get scared so easily. They always give you nightmares.”

“They don’t always give me nightmares.”

Mia lifted a brow. With a frustrated sigh, Natalie shook off her hand.

“I mean, I guess I just like it.”

“How can you like it? You were about to burst into tears.”

“I don’t know.” It was hard to put into words, how being afraid made her feel. “You know how you like spicy foods, right? It hurts to eat, but it still feels good?”

Mia nodded.

“Well, it’s like that. I just like feeling that way.” She turned to the mirror with a sniff, grabbing a bundle of paper towels. “The bit with the spider was a bit much, though.”

“Don’t tell my dad. He’ll go on for hours on how adorable spiders are and that everyone else is just mean.”

Oh, Natalie was aware of the monologue. With a wet chuckle, she patted her face dry, thankful her mother had suggested the waterproof makeup that night. “Well, let’s go back.”

“You sure? I think they’re playing that new superhero movie further down.”

“I’m fine. I want to see the dog live.”

They took their seats back, and as the movie continued, dread slowly slunk back over her. If she curled up a little tighter into Mia’s side, however, well, that was okay, especially when Mia wrapped her arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close.

Things weren’t so scary after that.

Natalie pulled up into the driveway, and that was it. Date over. But her shoulders were still stiff with tension.

She knew what she wanted to do, but how did you go about actually doing it? None of the articles were clear on that tidbit, in her opinion.

“Here we are,” she said.

Mia hummed, making no effort to leave. That was a good sign, right? But Natalie was still frozen in place. Oh, god, this was a nightmare.

“Don’t move.”

Natalie jumped. Mia was reaching towards her with both hands and gently brushed her shoulder. Her face became hot, but when Mia pulled back to reveal a spider in her palm, she leapt back with a shriek.

“How can you just hold it like that?”

“Dad used to have a pet tarantula when I was a kid.”

Oh. Yeah, that made sense. She wasn’t expecting an actual explanation.

She slumped in her seat. The hysterical giggles started small at first, before they began wracking her entire body. “You’re so cool. I can’t believe …” Sobering, she swallowed down the words. “Well, I’m just glad you wanted to, you know. Do this. Together.”

“Yeah, I, uh,” Mia ran a hand through her ringlets, which had slowly relaxed and fuzzed over the course of the evening. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. I think you’re pretty cool, too.”

Mia was still leaning over the console, much closer than before.

“Is it alright if I kiss you?”

Natalie could just barely manage a jerky nod. They had forgotten the mints, but that was okay. It was simple, just two mouths gently pressed together, but it was Mia, therefore, it was perfect.

“I should probably get you inside,” Natalie said when they parted, her insides warm and gooey.

"Yeah, maybe."

Natalie was halfway up the sidewalk when she turned, expecting to find Mia by her side, but Mia was by the car. With her hands still cupped, Mia was furiously whispering at the little speck of a spider. Good grief, she could be a strange one, at times.

Gently depositing it on the ground, Mia straightened, clapping her hands clean. When their eyes met, she smiled, before gesturing to the house.

Strange, yes, but there was something oh so loveable in that strangeness.

“We’re home,” Mia announced as she burst through the front door. Her parents were crouched over the living room table, playing a game with cards and dice. Mr. Sims was so absorbed, Mr. Blackwood had to nudge him with his elbow, and he reemerged with a confused mumble.

“Did you have a good time?” Mr. Blackwood asked.

Natalie nodded. “Yeah, we had a great time.” She turned to Mia. “I should probably head out, I promised my mom I'd come home right away. Study group tomorrow?”

"Yeah, sounds good," Mia said, dropping a kiss on Natalie's cheek. "Remind Greg it's his turn to bring snacks, okay?"

Natalie was too flustered by the kiss to come up with a response, and Mia waved as she raced upstairs. Mr. Sims got up from the table to walk Natalie to the door.

“I’m glad you had fun.”

“Thanks. And thanks for all the, uh, tips. They really helped us out.” She glanced down at her fidgeting fingers. “I really wanted tonight to go well.”

“Oh, don’t thank me. I’m rather in the doghouse for it. Nothing less than what I deserve, I suppose.”

“Yeah, I was wondering, though. About the, uh, movie theater seats?” She scrubbed her arm. How to phrase it? “Were you …?”

Mr. Sims stared. His eyes were so piercing.

“Never mind, it’s nothing. I should probably get going.”

Mr. Sims smiled, and there was a peculiar quirk to his lips. “Drive safely. And, again, don’t worry about the audition, I’m sure the scout loved what you played. Who doesn’t love Adele?”

He always had kind things to say. As he closed the door and Natalie turned to leave, she had a thought.

She hadn’t told anyone she was playing a pop song, not even her mom. It had been too embarrassing deciding to play such mainstream music, but it had been the only song she was confident in playing.

She turned, wanting to know who had told him, when she saw it.

Eyes.

Dozens and dozens of eyes.

The door closed with a definitive click!, but she could still feel it. Her legs were glued to the ground, waiting to be pushed into a fight or a flight. Forcing herself to move, she stumbled back to her car, and she had the most peculiar sensation that she was standing in front of an audience waiting to laugh at her.

Her hands shook on the steering wheel as her chest effused with fear. Real fear, not the pre-packaged popcorn fear from a scary movie, although she wouldn’t have even been able to make that distinction ten seconds ago.

A text tone pulled her out of her stupefaction.

>call me if u can’t sleep tonight, ok? <3

The tension hissed out of her body like a steaming kettle. She looked up and, in the window, she could see Mr. Blackwood and Mr. Sims arguing over something on the table. The board game, probably. Mr. Sims wasn’t looking at her. In any sense.

An old memory came back to her. It was only a few years ago, just before she started high school. Her dad had come to visit, and it had ended badly, as it usually did, and she had stormed out of the house, as she usually did.

She had walked and walked and walked until her legs hurt and the clouds turned from white and fluffy to dark and menacing. The road had stretched on and on behind her. She couldn't make it in time.

Then, a familiar car had rolled over the horizon and stopped just in front of her, and her mom's head popped out of the open window, crying and spitting fury and fire and ‘what-were-you-thinking’s. Mr. Sims was in the driver’s seat, watching her. Seeing her. His eyes had been soft and concerned.

She blinked. Mr. Blackwood and Mr. Sims were still in the window, only they were laughing now. Mr. Sims kissed the side of his husband’s head before they moved inside and out of sight.

She didn’t know what she knew, about Mia or her fathers or any of it. But there were a lot of things she didn’t know, right? The ocean was the epitome of unknowable, but she and Mia were still planning a trip to the beach at the start of summer vacation, you know?

Snapping the car in reverse, she craned her neck to make sure no one was coming down the lane.

And hey, her mom used to be in a cult when she had been a teenager.

Every kid’s parent had something weird about them, right?

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kate-sinclaire · 4 years

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the baby announcement (maxwell x mc)

Author Note: An inspired scene that stems from my love of New Girl. I honestly couldn’t NOT write this. Anyhow. Here we go. This takes place after my last fiction. If you want to read that, it will be attached below:

hey, baby, I think I wanna marry you (maxwell x mc)

Book: The Royal Heir/The Royal Romance

Pairing: Maxwell x MC (Emily Beaumont)

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Emily and Maxwell continue to try for an heir while the gang becomes over protective of their mom to be.

NOTE/WARNING: This piece contains potential triggers, such as pregnancy concerns and issues. Please take care in reading if this is a trigger for you.

Tags: @itsbrindleybinch

Word Count: 1432

Comment or message if you’d like to be tagged in future Maxwell fics/TRH/TRR fics.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios (minus, for the most part, Emily), I’m just borrowing them. Some events, however, may not be canonical, rather imaginative scenarios. I also do not own the image. Gif found here.

“Emily, please be careful,” Bertrand sighed, pulling out the chair as the young duchess sat at the dining table. She looked up at him, eyes narrowed. Maxwell suppressed a scoff. He raised his hands in mock surrender. “I apologize, being a father has made me...protective.”

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m not pregnant yet. Coffee please?” she asked, looking up at Drake expectantly. He pursed his lips together and stared at her cautiously.

"How about some orange juice," he offered slowly. "Or um...water? You like water."

"Drake," she warned, her voice growing impatient.

"I made hot cocoa!" Hana sang from behind him, placing her famous marshmallow mountain topped hot chocolate in front of Emily as an all too innocent smile played on her lips.

Emily took a tentative sip, keeping her eyes set on her best friend. "That was convenient timing," she murmured, though she couldn't hide her blissful expression as her entire body warmed.

"I'm not sure what you mean," Hana replied casually, walking behind the kitchen counter. "I made Maxwell one, as well."

"God, you're the best," Maxwell grinned, eagerly taking hold of the matching campfire mug.

“You guys, I’m not pregnant yet. You don’t need to worry about me so much. I fought off deadly assassins.”

“With help,” Olivia chimed in with a smirk as she entered the room. “But never mind that. Emily, would you like to accompany me out of this godforsaken cabin? I promise that I’ll let you breathe all by yourself.”

Without a second’s hesitation, Emily joined her by the door and bit back a grin at the worried exchanges. “That sounds lovely, Olivia, thank you.”

“I don’t-” Drake started.

“I’m not so sure-” Liam murmured.

“I feel like-” Hanna winced.

“Enough!” Olivia exclaimed, slamming her palm on the table, sending echoes throughout the kitchen. The entire group startled. “Emily Beaumont is a strong, self-sufficient woman. She does not need to be coddled like an infant just because she is trying to have one.” Emily stared at her, stunned, and then looked back at the group with resolve.

“Thank you, Olivia. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go run errands with my best friend.”

“Well I wouldn’t go that far-”

“Bye gang!” Emily grinned, grabbing Olivia by the arm and closing the door behind them. Everyone exchanged concerned glances.

“Is it just me or is Olivia really scary when she’s protective?” Maxwell muttered after a moment of silence, taking another drink of his cocoa. Everyone collectively nodded.

After walking a bit, Emily stopped and let out a sigh. Olivia glanced at her curiously, stepping beside her. “Can I be honest about something?”

“As opposed to what you’ve been doing since I met you?” Olivia smirked. Emily rolled her eyes in response and Olivia sighed with a nod.

“I’m scared that I’m not going to get pregnant.”

“What?” Olivia asked, genuinely shocked. “Emily, you can’t be serious. You just started trying.”

“Well, it’s been a...a while. And everyone has been treating me like I should be pregnant by now. I notice everyone’s worried glances, especially other nobles’. Last time I saw the paparazzi, I got hounded about my fears regarding the pregnancy or...lack thereof. And honestly, I’m kinda freaking out a little bit.” Emily’s eyes started watering and she quickly wiped away any trace of her tears. “God, sorry, I didn’t think I was going to break down.”

“You just started trying, Emily. I don’t know if you remember this, but Liam asked you to produce an heir a month ago. Do you realize how sudden that is?”

“I guess...”

“And it takes some couples longer than others to conceive. It’s not abnormal for you to be experiencing this kind of thing.”

“But we try so much,” Emily sighed. “Like...so much.”

“Okay.”

“No, really. So much.”

“I get it.”

“I just feel like if it isn’t going to happen now, maybe it won’t ever.”

“I don’t know what you’re going through, Emily, but I can promise you this: no matter what happens, you have...” she winced and swallowed hard. “Amazing, loving friends who will be there for you no matter what. Including me. And you have...Maxwell. Who I’m sure loves you very much.”

“He does,” Emily sighed, wiping her eyes again.

“You don’t have anything to worry about. Okay?” Olivia’s voice softened for the first time in...ever since Emily had known her. She sniffled and nodded, wrapping her arms around her neck. Olivia let out a startled sound before hesitantly returning the hug. “Now, let’s forget about babies for a bit.”

“Where are we going?”

“The only place I can go after comforting someone: shooting.”

Meanwhile, back in Valtoria...

Maxwell let out a sigh as he played with Pip and Pup absentmindedly in the sun room, his gaze roaming to the mountaintops ahead of them. It was weird being away from his wife at all, these days, and it felt...lonely, even though he was with his friends and two adorable, cuddly creatures. Drake nursed a whiskey over by the telescope and looked over at Liam who stood reading a novel at one of Emily’s bookshelves.

“This is boring,” Max finally said.

“Thanks,” Drake replied with a scoff.

“No, I mean. Who even were we before Emily came into our lives?”

“Bored,” Drake agreed.

“Incomplete,” Hanna nodded.

“Lost,” Liam added, something flickering over his expression. Something Maxwell chose to aptly ignore.

“Exactly. And now here we are without her and we’re nothing. She’s the glue that holds us all together.”

“I think that’s a little dramatic,” Drake replied. “But you’re right. It’s not the same without her. And it’s our fault. We scared her away with our worrying.”

“You guys did. For the record, I’ve been a rock through this.” Max smirked, prompting a collective eye roll. “But yeah. It sucks. Maybe we should call her and apologize.”

“We can’t, she left her phone,” Hanna pointed at the table.

“What?” Panic began to race through him. “What if she gets into trouble? What if I get into trouble? I’m always in trouble!”

“Maxwell, calm down,” Liam laughed. “She’s fine. She’s perfectly capable of handling herself. And she has Olivia with her, remember?”

“That almost makes it worse!”

“Maxwell, she’s fine-”

As if on cue, Emily’s phone rang. Maxwell cautiously approached it and shook his head. “I can’t answer.”

“I will,” Hanna smiled dutifully. “Hello?”

“Hello, Lady Beaumont? This is Doctor Ramirez. Congratulations, you’re pregnant!”

“WHAT?!” Hanna squealed. “Oh my god!”

“Wait, who is this?”

“WHO IS IT?” Maxwell practically screamed.

“This is Hanna Lee. Sorry, can you pretty please call back so I can let Maxwell answer?”

“Why isn’t Emily answering her phone?” the doctor asked, confused. Then she sighed. “Okay, I’ll call back. Wait, why can’t I just talk to him now?”

Hanna hung up and grinned, handing the phone back to Maxwell. “I think you’ll want to answer whoever calls next.” He squirmed under her constant smile.

“Okay...”

Sure enough, the phone rang again and he winced. “Hello?”

“Maxwell Beaumont?”

“The very same.”

“This is Doctor Ramirez. I called to tell you congratulations! Your wife is pregnant.”

“EMILY IS PREGNANT?!”

After a long day of archery and blade throwing, Emily followed Olivia back to Valtoria with a renewed sense of self. “That was exactly what I needed, thank you.”

“Violence is what everyone needs,” Olivia nodded, knowingly. Emily laughed and jogged ahead. “Wow, you’re happy.”

“I am! We never get to hang out.”

“Yeah, it’s almost as if someone crafts that perfectly...”

“You know, you talk a big game but I think you like hanging out with me.”

“Think what you like, Emily,” but a smile played at Olivia’s lips.

When they both got back, Emily walked in with a grin. “Honey, I’m hoooome.” Silence. Olivia and her exchanged a look and then she called again. “Maxwell, I’m hooooooome.” Still nothing. She glanced down and noticed rose petals trailing from the kitchen to the bedroom. Confused, she followed and her eyes widened at the sight of Maxwell with three bouquets in hand along with about a dozen others scattered throughout the room.

“Max..?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What...?” she looked around and then he shook his head with a grin.

“We’re pregnant. You’re pregnant.”

Realization dawned on her as she stepped back. “We’re...pregnant...”

“We’re pregnant!” he pulled her into his arms and spun her around. Emily laughed as the tears came down her face. “Doctor Ramirez called and Hanna picked up. Then she called again and I picked up.”

“Oh my god, we’re pregnant.”

“We’re pregnant.”

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ooachilliaoo · 4 years

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Five Questions for Writers

Tagged by the amazing @alyssalenko – thanks for the tag lovely!

I’ll tag (with no obligation): @faith-less-one, @pip-n-flinx, @poweredbycoffeeandwine, @serioussamiam, @hawkeykirsah @ljandersen @schizoid-freak @natsora @rpgwarrior4824

1. Do you have a favourite character to write? Who and why?

I have a few. I love writing Alistair because of the one-liners that just seem to happen when I’m in his head but also he’s more complex that he seems? So that’s fun. I love being in my Shepard’s head. She’s very dry and controlled most of the time but there’s a lot under the surface and I like the detail you can go into when writing Kaidan because the man analyses everything. Beyond like…my mains I tend to like writing the more sarcastic, sassier characters they’re just…fun.

2. Do you have a favourite trope to write? Or one you want to write? I mean far and away my favourite trope is the battlefield couple, the whole ‘on the field they’re deadly, around each other they melt’ thing which is why nearly all of my main OTP’s have fought together at least once. Beyond that I really want to have a go at an ‘there was only one bed’ fic I just haven’t thought of the perfect set up yet.

Share your favourite description you’ve written?

Nooooo I can’t choose between my children. But I’m replaying ME right now so lets choose a couple of ME fics for these next two questions This is from a fic called ‘playing pool’ which is available on Ao3 here

She watched his beautiful whiskey-coloured eyes glitter with intelligence as he examined the table. She couldn’t be sure, but she had a strong suspicion, that if she could see inside his head the spaces between the balls would be filling with imaginary lines and angles, as he solved mathematical calculations by the side.

Once or twice he paused in his pacing, bending down just enough to view the line horizontally before shaking his head and moving on. Eventually he bent one final time, gave a little grunt of satisfaction, and stood to line up his shot.

And that was when she realised she was in trouble.

He leaned forward, bracing himself on one outstretched hand, which caused his shirt to pull taut over his form. Her eyes were immediately caught by the increased definition of his abdominals, hovering as they were an inch or so above the surface of the table. Of their own accord, her eyes travelled to where the materials was pulled tight across his back, which virtually rippled as he lifted the cue, and then down past his well-defined bicep to the single hand resting on the green felt.

She wasn’t sure if his hands had always been that way, or if it was something about the green felt and little pool balls, but for some reason his hand looked so large resting there. God, she remembered so clearly, so god damned clearly, what it had been like having those hands on her skin. Oh, and it had been her skin, his hands had always felt like they’d been everywhere at once, one holding fast at her hip, positioning her exactly where he’d wanted her, while the other had swept down her neck, between her breasts, then over them, before sweeping lower across the taut plane of her abdomen, his touch so light but burning all the same.

He lifted the cue, sliding it along the plane of his body to balance it carefully between the raised thumb and forefinger of his outstretched hand.

It shouldn’t have been sexy, the concentration on his face shouldn’t have been sexy. But it reminded her of those times that he’d seemed determined to drive her to the brink of insanity, or hell, probably over, by playing her like some finely tuned instrument, completely at the behest of those clever dexterous talented fingers.

Fuck, she needed to stop thinking like this or she might very well find herself doing something ridiculous. Like flipping him around, pushing him down onto the table and fucking him senseless in front of everyone.

Which now that she thought about it…

No.

She watched him make his shot, appreciating the way the quick jerk of the cue made the bicep of his other arm bunch pleasantly, revealing the tell-tale strength that lay within. She was completely unsurprised when the spotted ball glided into the pocket.

4. Share your favourite dialogue you’ve written? I’m going to go with this from my Shenko wedding fic which, if you wanted to read the rest of it is here

Taking the hint Shepard stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled sharply as soon as Kaidan had escorted the old lady to the door.

“So, good day everyone?” Shepard said brightly, as soon as they had assembled around her.

“Not enough fist fighting,” Wrex grumbled.

“And too many rich fuckers,” Jack added. “One of those old biddies threatened to knit me a sweater!”

“I think she was offering, not threatening, Jack,” Miranda replied.

“Don’t fucking start, cheerleader.”

“What was with all the photos and holoimagers?” Tali piped up. “Your wedding will be broadcast from virtually every angle!”

“And there was no cake,” Garrus whined. “I saw cake. It was huge. But I didn’t get any. I thought there’d be cake.”

“And not enough romance,” Kasumi insisted.

“And definitely not enough food,” Kaidan interjected, appearing at Shepard’s side and wrapping an arm around her waist.

“I agree with you there, Maj,” Vega said.

“I could eat,” Traynor added.

“I know a good burger joint around the corner,” Jack suggested.

“Dextro friendly?” Garrus queried.

“Sure.”

“A burger sounds really good,” Miranda added.

There were general nods of agreement and then, as one they turned to Shepard.

“I’m game.” She shrugged. “Let’s go!”

And that was how they came to take over the small burger joint around the corner. Heedless of the other patrons, they re-arranged the tables such that they made one large table in the centre around which they could all sit.

Kaidan headed back from the counter and dropped the tray containing her double bacon cheeseburger in front of her. She was sure nothing had ever smelled so good in all her life. Both of her lives. She immediately popped the container open, took the burger in both hands and took a giant bite.

And the barbeque sauce promptly splattered down her dress.

Kaidan burst out laughing. Across the table, Garrus looked up at the sound, saw Shepard trying desperately to scoop the sauce up with her fingers and began laughing in turn. Pretty soon, the entire table was laughing at their sauce-splattered leader.

“Oh, shut up all of you,” she snapped good-naturedly, accepting the napkin from Kaidan’s outstretched hand.

“Frankly, I’m surprised you kept it clean for as long as you did, Shepard,” Miranda drawled, stifling her laughter.

“Yeah, and there hasn’t been an emergency or an explosion all day,” Joker added, taking another bite of his burger. “Fancy that!”

Shepard froze, her hand instantly gravitating towards the pistol hidden on her hip. In her peripheral vision, she caught Kaidan reaching into his jacket to retrieve his own pistol. The entire table went complete silent, sharing panicked looks.

“There’s no reports of any criminal activity,” Tali said, omni-tool active.

“Nothing on the C-Sec comms either,” Garrus added, mirroring Tali’s pose. Shepard nodded, accepting and trusting the information but her hand didn’t move from her pistol.

“Husband, dearest, I think it’s time we left for our honeymoon. Like, right now” she said.

“Good idea,” he agreed. They made a hasty exit from the burger joint and more or less ran to the transport hub, certain that they were operating on borrowed time.

“Take care of yourselves,” Shepard said once they reached the hub, giving out hugs, handshakes and high fives as appropriate.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” Kasumi trilled, hugging Shepard back.

As Shepard boarded the shuttle and turned to wave one last goodbye to the crew, the inevitable explosion hit.

Kaidan sighed heavily. “Well, we had a good run,” he said, mechanically checking his pistol.

“And at least my dress is already ruined,” she added, doing the same.

Together they jumped back off the shuttle.

“All right everyone,” Shepard began. “Split into your teams and move out!”

The crew obeyed immediately, checking weapons and falling into line.

“We’re going on honeymoon after this right?” Kaidan murmured as they jogged along the walkway. She shot him a smile over her shoulder.

“Oh, definitely.”

4. A scene you haven’t written, but want to? I mean I have about 8 million WIP’s at the moment so there are many scenes I haven’t written and many of those are scenes that I want to write but because I don’t really write chronologically I don’t have that whole ‘I want to get to this good scene’ thing because I just …jump to the good stuff. So yeah…. I badly want to finish this scene I’m in the middle of where Shepard and Kaidan take out TIM’s base and also this DA scene where Elissa goes into the fade to rescue Alistair, but inspiration is short at the moment.

#writer meme #thanks for the tag #catching up on some tags tonight :)#love you all

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xxsovereignsarayaxx · 4 years

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Elizabeth Mikaelson - What If? Chapter 15

Authors Note: So I got my ass together to write the next chapter I hope it full-fills the wait! Want to be added to the Lizzie-Lijah Stag Tag? Let me know! 🖤

Lizzie-Lijah Stag Tag: @skeletoresinthebasement @sparrowsparrow

"You must be Elizabeth." Esther says standing in front of and Elijah.

"Pleasure to meet you, Esther." I replied offering to shake her hand and yet she pulls me into a warm embrace.

"After a thousand years it's heartwarming to see that Elijah has found someone and settled down." She says.

"Come we have much to discuss." She adds trying to guide me away from the rest of the family.

"Just give me a moment and I'll join you." I replied. She smiles and walks to have a quick word with her youngest son.

"I'm nervous Elijah what do I say to her?" I said as I turned to face him panic starting to form my features.

"You are wonderful, beautiful, smart and kind you have nothing to fear regarding where my mother is concerned." He says reassuring me while brushing the few strands of hair that was in slightly in my face.

"Go, I'll introduce you to Finn after you've spoken with mother." He adds.

"Alright." I said happily and kissed him. I turned to see Esther waiting for me at the entrance to the dinning room. As I made my way over to her I had a sudden wave of uncertainty and caution.

"So Elizabeth tell me about yourself." Esther asks as we made our way outside.

The conversation with Esther was interesting to say the least she seemed happy with all of her children being reunited and that was all she'd ever wanted, she explained that she had watched them live their lives as vampires for the past thousand years from the 'Other Side' she said on multiple times that all she wanted was to her family back together.

But something seemed off and I couldn't put my finger on it, I was unsure whether to speak with Elijah, Rebekah or Kol heck even Niklaus they just had their mother return from the dead so none of them would understand my concerns heck even think I was crazy. Maybe it was the fact Esther saw me as an outsider? Maybe she felt threatened? In any case I too would need to seek advice from an outsider. My outsider though... Damon Salvatore.

I sat at the bar in the Mystic Grill awaiting the company from the eldest Salvatore brother. "We really should stop meeting up, it might start getting back to that husband of yours." Damon jokes.

"Oh please, Elijah knows he has nothing to fear." I sassed rolling my eyes.

"Especially if your attempting to compete for my affections." I added sarcastically.

"I like being the eternal stud."

"You do you Damon." I laughed and ordered two drinks from the bar.

Three glasses of neat bourbon and two large glasses of red wine passed as I illustrated my concerns regarding my mother in law. "I just don't get it Damon, why did Esther wait a thousand years to be released from her coffin. Many powerful Bennett witches have walked the earth why wait for Bonnie and her mother?" I said with a sigh.

"Your right in the sense that it does sound a bit fishy, but maybe what she has said is true. Maybe all she does want is her family to be back together." Damon replies knocking back the final drops of drink from his glass.

"Perhaps." I said sounding defeated as the tip of my finger traced the rim of my glass.

"Don't fret over this, nothing bad has happened and I doubt it will. Esther will help keep Klaus in check meaning, we will all be safe and you can focus on your marriage for a change." Damon says to try and cheer me up.

"If anything does happen may I be the first to say I told you so?" I laughed.

"Sure thing Lizzie" Damon replied.

"You know I would have never of thought that me and you would get along so well, thank you for letting me confide in you."

"Thanks for trying to get Klaus to behave, but I should really be getting back I'll see you around." Damon finishes as he gets up from his seat checking his phone.

I returned back to the mansion it was quiet, which was odd. Everyone was reunited and I was surprised to hear no talking or bickering I did however hear the faint sound of turning pages coming from upstairs. As I headed up I also got the whiff of smoke coming from one of the bedrooms. I was about to investigate the smell when Elijah had met me on the landing.

"I heard the front door, where were you?" He asks.

"I've just had a drink with Damon at the Grill still making sure we still have an alliance if need be." I replied.

The next day the whole family where getting ready for the ball that Esther had organised to try reintegrate the family back into the Mystic Falls community. While Rebekah was getting her nails buffed, manicured and painted. Finn and Elijah making their dress shoes shine and polished, Kol stood in a full length mirror while a tailor was attempting to make some alterations to the lovely three-piece suit he had planned on wearing later in the evening.

"Rebekah? Tell me how handsome I am." He asks cheekily with a smile.

"Ah Kol, you know I can't be compelled." She replies playfully looking from her manicure.

"Kol, hold still otherwise your measurement changes won't be correct." I warned as Nik had burst through the door.

"You went after Elena? What is wrong with you?!" Nik shouted.

"Here we go." Rebekah muttered rolling her eyes.

"Do you want another dagger in your heart?" He threatened.

"Again with the dagger threats? Don't you have any other tricks?" Kol questioned.

"Oh, go back to staring at yourself." Nik sassed.

"And who are you, my father?" Kol fought back.

"No, Kol, but you're in my house. All of you are." Nik replied.

"Actually the house belongs to Mystic Falls, we're vampires Nik we can't own property." I added sarcastically smiling.

"Oh don't you start Lizzie, unlike the rest of you, you'd be the easiest to kill." Nik threatened.

"Oh really Niklaus?" Elijah pipped up stepping forward to protect me.

"No it's fine Lijah, Kol." I replied to my husband and other brother in law.

"Let's go outside Nik, lets blow off some steam. You take out your frustrations, your anger, try your best to hurt me but lets be honest I'll hurt you a lot more!" I shouted back not backing down.

"Enough! Niklaus. Come." Esther shouted to bring the peace.

She left the room and Nik followed behind his tail in between his legs and the rest of us went back to our precious business, the however tailor was left a little shook about the confrontation between myself, Niklaus, Elijah and Kol unfortunately his hands were slightly shaking unable to make the alterations correctly. Sighing I turned to the human.

"Thank you for your services Mr Anderson, how about heading off home it's a lovely afternoon." I compelled. He nodded and collected his things and left, Kol who was unhappy with the decision tried to interject. "Lizzie? Are you aware that your missing something? My suit isn't finished." He scoffed.

"Lucky for you over the past years I've become a master seamstress, now hold still while I adjust this bit." I giggle as I lifted Kol's arms to slightly.

"A beauty, seamstress and a fiery temper! You got yourself quite the lady Elijah I'd hold on to her before some tries to take her." Kol teased his brother.

"And they would have difficulty doing so Kol, however I'm the fortunate one brother." Elijah replied.

"If you keep fidgeting the measurements will be wrong keep still." I exclaimed.

"Best do as your told brother, otherwise who knows how many pins Lizzie will stick in you." Rebekah laughed checking her nails.

"Darling she can stick a pin in me anytime." Kol replied playfully earning a scowl from Elijah.

The whirling of a sewing machine echoed the room and the look of concentration was plastered over my face "How did you feel after meeting mother?" Elijah asked walking into the room holding a glass of water.

"She was every way you described her." I replied briefly the looking back down to check the stitch I had just sewn.

"I forgot to ask, is your suit for tonight alright?" Looking back up, noticing that Elijah had placed the glass on a nearby table and then stood behind me. Elijah just swept my hair to one side and placed a kiss to the base of my neck.

"I'll take that as a yes" I chuckled.

After all of the adjustments that needed doing to Kol's suit I had just enough time to get myself ready for the ball, Elijah had walked into our bedroom adjusting his silver cuff-links while I once again was sat in front of the wooden vanity with a curling wand in my hand adding the final finishing touches to my hair. "You've done a marvelous job on Kol's suit he is currently gazing at himself in the mirror, but have you enough time to get ready?" He asked me.

"My dress is in the wardrobe, would you be able to help me?" I asked fluttering my eyelashes letting my mascara dry.

"Of course" Elijah replied picking out the long dress bag which held the contents of my sky blue off the shoulder dress. As he unzipped the bag I stood up and gazed at my husband.

"You will be the most beautiful person at the ball tonight." Elijah added as he moved the zipper down my dress making room for myself to step inside it.The fabric had a cool feeling against my skin as he brought the dress up my body.

Moments later dressed to the nines I was ready to make my appearance to the rest of the town. Elijah held out his arm. "Are you ready my dear?" He asks a final time. "Always" I replied as I hooked my arm through his.

As we made our way through the ball I saw hundreds of gorgeous dresses each perfect for the wearer as it brought out every single of their features. "Lizzie I must hand it to you, you did a fantastic job." Kol says joining myself and Elijah.

"Yes well it doesn't make you look so bulky brother." I replied giggling.

"Elijah may I borrow your lovely wife for a few minutes?" Kol asked.

"Of course." Elijah says dropping his arm.

"This won't take long promise." I smiled and kiss him on the cheek and left with Kol to another part of the ball.

"Missed me darling?” Kol asked with a grin.

“Of course I did you were always my second favorite brother. Kol now we both know I’m not daft, this isn’t what you wanted to ask so say it.” I replied to him raising my eyebrow.

“So how did find our mother?” He asked with a serious face.

“Everything everyone told me about, she’s lovely. I can’t wait to know her better.” I told him, yes I know that I should of told Kol the truth but I felt that it was a subject that me and Elijah should discuss first.

“That’s all?” Kol asked trying to push an alternate response out of me.

“That’s all.” I assured him.

“Now if you excuse me I believe that I see Miss Gilbert taking to Finn.” I said and made my way over to Elena and Finn my supernatural hearing picking up parts of their conversation.

“You may not know but your mother's already tried to kill me once.” Elena said in a slightly raised tone of voice, I obliviously had missed a large portion of their talk.

“If you want to see my mother, you'll need to be alone.” Finn replies. My thoughts were then interrupted by the sound of the clinking of a champagne glass. “ If everyone could gather, please.” Elijah announces from the staircase. I then changed my path to re-join Elijah, Rebekah, Niklaus and Kol as I approached the stairs Finn to whom was waiting for me offered me a hand to aid me. As I took my place back to Elijah Esther walked down the stairs joining us.

We stood proud the Mikaelson family reunited and as strong as ever.

“Welcome, thank you for joining us. You know, whenever my mother brings our family together like this, it's tradition for us to commence the evening with a dance. Tonight's pick is a centuries-old waltz, so if all of you could please find yourselves a partner, please join us in the ballroom.” Elijah says to the crowd and gestures for people to head into the ballroom.

As humans busied themselves heading into the ballroom I noticed that Esther had made her way back upstairs, lifting the skirt of my dress I followed up behind her I turned my head to Elijah. “I’ll join you for a dance in a moment, I just need to quench my thirst.” I said taking a deep breath.

“Are you certain your fine?” Elijah asked quietly. I nodded and hurried up the stairs. Checking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t being followed I saw Esther enter he bedroom. I jumped when I heard the sound of a throat clearing and then quickly and gently pinned to the nearby wall Elijah’s arms caged me unable to move

“Elizabeth, please tell me the truth whats going on?” He asked sternly.

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crossover ship wishlist

now, i’ve finally found an rp partner who is giving me the tink/jim i’ve long desired, but last night when i couldn’t sleep i was thinking of the rest of the crossover ships i’ve always wanted but never got the chance to write.

maybe describing my vision for them will convince ANYBODY to consider plotting with me!

in no particular order, i submit for your perusal....the perfect crossover ships w/ tinker bell.

TINKER BELL x PIPS:

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times, this is literally the most perfect conceivable animated crossover ship possible, and idk why it isn’t more popular.

Both characters are sassy and fun-loving, attractive fairies who would certainly take an interest in one another. Pips is quite similar to the character Tink canonically has a crush on (Peter) which being more mature and actually her size/species, as well as Tink having a similar personality to the character Pips has a crush on (Crysta.) Neither ended up with their unrequited loves in their story, so it’s not even like x-over ships with like all the Disney princesses and other characters who found their “one true love” because they’re both SINGLE, READY TO MINGLE, AND LITERALLY PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER

I like the thought of the romantic tension we can have for them because they might both be wary to start anything, having had unrequited love before, but they definitely flirt and vibe with each other.

Also I have already made several edits for them--this is the kinda ship that I’m never gonna stop reblogging inspo for and writing threads, if I only had a partner to explore it with me.

TINKER BELL x CRYSTA

As I said wrt to Tink/Pips, Tinker Bell and Crysta have a similar personality. They’re both curious, easily distracted, and none too concerned with rules--and then their differences in personality just go toward giving them chances to clash and not be the same person.

They would definitely be a good bad influence on each other, exploring and getting into trouble, but helping each other out of it as well.

I don’t have so much to say about them bc Tink/Pips is really where I think the most potential is, but I also refuse to neglect the delightful possibilty of a wlw fairy ship sitting right there for the taking.

TINKER BELL x HICCUP

I’ve seen videos of Hiccup/Fawn--which makes sense on its own bc like, Hic&Toothless + Fawn&Gruff vibes, they're both bleeding hearts--but I’m SHOCKED that I haven’t seen any for Hiccup/Tink?? Let’s discuss:

They look good together, both favor natural color schemes with green. They’re both inventors which is something to bond over. They both break the mold in their respective society, going where none others have gone before/breaking customs that end up making their kingdoms that much better because they have open minds.

The potential plotlines because Hiccup gave a dragon the ability to fly again w/ his wing design, and Tinker Bell broke her wing in one of her films--so let’s say sparkly sister magic isn’t a cure for broken wings, but Hiccup helps her?? I just love it.

The angst, the drama, the romance, the fluff, endless possibilities. Canon divergence is necessary tbh--in general crossover verses I can play Tink as a fairy that can change to be human-sized (like in OUAT) to make for a better match with human characters. But other than that, we have a perfect basis for a x-over ship if I just find a writing partner with the right chemistry!

TINKER BELL x MARIANNE

OKAY ideal fairy crossover ship, yes. 1. Tinker Bell and Marianne have similar character arcs throughout their stories (Marianne in Strange Magic, and Tink from her series of films through the original Peter Pan timeline and then the Disney Fairies books.)

Both start out quite hopeful and sweet, but when their first love breaks their heart, they kinda vow to never fall in love again and swear not to let themselves be hurt like that, they close themselves off from such feelings and develop a tough exterior. Marianne learns to sword-fight, and Tink carries around daggers--fighty couple with each other’s back potential!!

They both eventually open up to love--WITH EACH OTHER. And that would be so sweet oh my god.

The actress for Tinker Bell has done a couple duets with her friend who looks like Marianne and it makes my heart sing.

TINKER BELL x NOD

It’s been a long time since I watched Epic but I remember that Nod was another kind of energetically rule-breaking character who would mesh well with Tink. Again, they look good together. I just want to see how that goes because I can never get my sights off of other tiny-character muses for Tink to cross-over with...

TINKER BELL x TOOTHIANA

THIS ONE WOULD JUST BE SO ADORABLE. Tooth is adorable and Tink is adorable and if they were girlfriends it would be really sweet and perfect, that’s all.

TINKER BELL x HERCULES

I’ve plotted this one out a little bit with an RP partner years ago but we never really got past the first couple replies on our thread to start developing the concept.

I just love the idea of Tink and Hercules being long-time friends even before he realized his lineage, and then when he becomes all famous Tink is like “don’t forget about me” and they both just shine so,

I just think they’re neat

TINKER BELL x ARRIETTY

Here we go. Tink and Arrietty: both little explorers at heart who want more out of life. Both disregard what they’ve been told about humans because they find them interesting and not bad. Arrietty would be fascinated by Tink bc 1. She didn’t believe in fairies though her mom claims to have seen one once in her youth, so meeting her she would be in awe. 2. She wants to be a proper borrower who ventures out instead of keeping the house, and Tink legit lives in nature and makes inventions out of lost human things.

They would just have such an interesting dynamic, like Arrietty fricking running off with a fairy of all things to fulfill her dreams--

TINKER BELL x CORNELIUS

A commoner/royal dynamic I enjoy, because Tink is unused to be treated a certain way. Cornelius is really cute, and together they wouldn’t have as much of a sweet-sweet dynamic as Cornelius/Thumbelina but a little more dynamic and interesting to explore.

I also make edits...

TINKER BELL x THUMBELINA

Tink/Thumbelina would be really cute because imagine them meeting instead of Cornelius meeting Thumbelina, right? She would just see Tink and and be BIG BLUSH over her and Tink would be like “what is this feeling? oh no she’s cute” and I just love it

I already have a temporary tag for them where you can view some art/edits other people have made, but once i find “their ship song” it will get a proper tag

TINKER BELL x ARIEL

One of those things. Um, both fascinated by human junk, both part of a different world, fall in love with someone of another species, but here’s the thing. Ariel is sea, and Tink is sky. The plotting and development that would have to go down to get them both to meet in the middle, on land, is what makes the thought of this ship really interesting to me.

We can basically write our own movie based on the idea of a fairy and mermaid falling for each other.

basically if anyone decides to plot any of these with me, i’m gonna be making edits, playlists, aesthetics and reblogging ship inspo posts & musings bc i have a lot of muse for these potential ships.

i have either currently or in the past written platonic threads with some of these characters, so that’s one thing and good in its own regard but i’m not looking for it with this post lbr.

i’m interested in shipping rn bc tbh i have a lot of random fluff interactions going on but i generaly have a lot more inspiration to reply to things and hold multiple threads with a partner when we develop stronger relationships between the muses. (rather than casual introductory stuff)

like it just keeps me very intrigued in plots when more feelings are involved? & there are more places to go with romance bc you can have every plot a platonic pair can have + additional romantic-feeling based plots. no shame in that...i like ships :s

#⊹*⋅✧ | ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ᵒᶠ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳᶫᵃᶰᵈ (wishlist)#if u have any other suggestions for crossover ships im all ears #bc im obsessed #it's been a while since i was really making edits #but i might have to get into it again

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