#who do i trust in these rying times

[mooncheese3]

#qijiu #original shen qingqiu #shen jiu #yue qingyuan #yue qi #fanart #femme fatales can be soft once in a while #looking at u sj #big fat simp look at this loser (affectionate) #no but seriously look at this big little man #was gonna say he was putty but idrk what putt is #google says its a computer thing #fanfics say its squishy sloshy #who do i trust in these rying times #anyway qijiu married and in the same bed #theres context for what sj is saying (a sleeping beauty qijiu au) #basically yqy gets cursed #turns out true loves kiss yadda yadda yadda everyone immediately looks at sqq who is hiding behind his fan #he drives them out of the room and pecks his qige on the lips with his #they dont exit that room for a while

[skyward-floored]

Febuwhump collab day 12 — semi-conscious

This one’s been on ao3 for a bit I just sort of forgot to put it over here XD This one was suggested by @zeldathusiast, I hope you all enjoy!

No specific warnings apart from a mentioned kidnapping/being held captive, and a bad headache.

Today’s lovely art

Ao3 link

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“He has to be here somewhere, right? That tip we got said he’d be here, but maybe they were wrong, Dad kept being vague on where he got it so I don’t know if we can totally trust it, and we should be prepared to get out of here if it’s a trap and if it was wrong we should plan to check that other—”

“Green, we’ll find him, alright?” Twilight reassured for the fifth time in as many minutes. “Don’t worry.”

Green’s mouth clicked shut, and he gave Twilight a tiny nod.

Twilight watched him turn away, the shadows under his eyes more prominent in the harsh artificial lighting they were sneaking past, and felt a familiar squeeze of worry at the similar expressions on the other colors’ faces.

Four had been split almost a week now, and with Red gone missing during a fight, he couldn’t reform.

Four had never been apart for so long, and that along with the panic of not knowing what was happening to Red, he was acting more and more strange, the remaining pieces of him veering more sharply towards what they represented.

Green had been getting more jittery, obsessing over Red’s whereabouts, and acting overly protective over the other two, which was driving them both crazy. Vio had turned to research and often closed himself away, poring over what information they had, and Blue would blow up at even the smallest slight, face red with tears in his eyes.

Twilight could only imagine the state Red was in.

The behavior grew more severe with every passing day, and while nobody said it, as they watched the colors fall apart they all silently wondered how long Four could even be split.

Did he have a limit? Was he nearing it?

And if he reached it..?

Nobody wanted to find out, and their efforts towards locating Red had only gotten more desperate as the days ticked by. All of them were worried and frightened on Four’s behalf, and Twilight knew he wasn’t the only one who was thinking back to that first terrifying week when Sky had gone missing, and stayed missing.

But Time had finally gotten some information that narrowed down where Red could be, to only a few places as compared to the entire city they’d been scouring before.

Which is why Twilight was now sneaking down a harshly lit hallway with a handful of his brothers, trying not to be consumed by worry while they searched.

“We close?” Twilight asked, and Legend nodded, gesturing to an upcoming split path.

“He should be in one of these hallways somewhere, but they’re pretty long. It might take us a while to actually find him,” Legend said with a frown. “...With time we don’t have. We should’ve brought Wild.”

“Well it’s too late now,” Blue snapped from beside him, his hands tightening into fists. “Why didn’t you think of that before we left?!”

“Well sor-ry, Wild’s checking that other place with Dad and Wind, twerp, I didn’t know we’d need him,” Legend snapped back.

“Guys, knock it off,” Twilight said sharply. Good grief, we’re all running on way too little sleep. “We’ll just split up into groups of two.”

“There’s five of us,” Vio pointed out.

“I know that Vio, I meant you and Legend and Green and Blue can pair up, and I’ll go by myself.”

“That seems like a bad idea,” Vio continued with a raised eyebrow. “Aren’t you always saying it’s better we stick together?”

Twilight took in a steadying breath at his snarky tone, ignoring the urge to be sarcastic in return. “Yes, but not in this case.”

“Why don’t we three just go together, and you and Legend team up?” Green suggested, and Twilight and Legend exchanged short glances.

“...No. Better we do duos,” Legend said, and jerked his head towards a hallway. “C’mon. Let’s get going. Come with me Blue, Green and Vio can check the opposite end from us. Twi can check the other hall.”

Twilight nodded when nobody argued, and they all split off, Twilight grateful that Legend would be able to see all of the colors from where he was.

There had been an unspoken rule as of late not to leave any of them alone. Not with how they’d been acting.

Twilight ran down his assigned hallway, peering through every door that had a window, and opening the ones that didn’t. They’d “borrowed” a keycard to use to get into the facilities, and managed to make copies so they could all get past the doors.

Twilight methodically checked every door, working steadily down the hallway. His worry grew the longer he didn’t find any sign of Red, and he picked up the pace, looking more frantically. He was nearly at the end of the corridor, and there’d been no sign anybody was down this way.

Are we sure that info was real? he thought as he approached the very last window in the hall. Mom hasn’t contacted us yet, so her group hasn’t found him... or maybe it was all faked just to give us false hope...

Twilight looked inside, and relief washed over him, intense and thick.

A little figure sat huddled against the wall inside, red clothes bright against the dull color of the room. His blond head was pressed to his knees with such an air of sadness that Twilight’s heart ached, and he quickly ran to the door.

It slid open with a quiet swish, but the figure didn’t move even with the sound, or when Twilight stepped inside.

“Red?” he called.

That made his little brother’s head snap up to stare at him, eyes wide and startled. His gaze landed on Twilight’s face, and his expression turned even more surprised, Red letting out a gasp as he jumped to his feet.

“Twilight!” he shrieked, and bolted, throwing himself into Twilight’s arms with a sob.

Twilight hugged him back just as fiercely, Red crying into his shoulder, and he quickly clicked a button on his radio four times, the signal they’d all agreed to use for “I found him”.

“We found you Smithy, you’re okay now, I got you,” Twilight soothed, his shirt steadily growing damp. “It’s okay. Are you hurt at all?”

“N-no,” Red hiccuped, face still pressed to Twilight’s shirt. “Th-they mostly left me alone, I d-don’t think they even wanted a-a hostage.”

Twilight squeezed him tighter. “I’m so sorry Red.”

Red didn’t reply, aside from another hiccuping sob.

Twilight knew they should get going, but he couldn’t bring himself to make Red move just yet, so he held him a little longer and just let him cry. Red’s louder sobs eventually petered out, and Twilight gave him a comforting pat on the back as Red finally sat up a little, still sniffling.

“Twi, is e-everyone else here?” Red finally asked, letting out a hiccup. “I-I don’t want to be separate anymore.”

“Yeah they came, they’re close by,” Twilight reassured, and Red visibly relaxed, though he still looked upset.

“It was awful being away from them so long,” he whimpered. “It felt...”

He swallowed and didn’t continue, and Twilight gave him a squeeze.

“Well if we want to get you back together, we should get going,” he said, and Red eagerly nodded, wiping his sleeve over his face.

Twilight helped him up, and then turned into a wolf, gesturing for Red to hop on. He gladly did, and they ran went back the way Twilight had come, opting less for sneakiness and more for pure speed. Twilight didn’t want Red to have to wait a second longer than necessary to be back with the other parts of himself, and he loped down the hallways as fast as he could without slipping on the shiny floors.

Red in turn clung tightly to his fur, his head not quite buried in it. Twilight could just barely feel Red’s tears dampening his fur as he sniffled again, and his stomach clenched, even with the relief pounding through him.

The part of Twilight, the more wolffish part of him that longed to protect had been going haywire all week, and even now that he had Red secure on his back, it still bayed for justice.

Twilight ignored it. He was pretty sure Red’s captors were long gone, and going after them now wouldn’t be productive in any way. Even if he wanted to demand answers as to why they’d grabbed a nine year old and locked him in a room for a week.

No. Red safe and secure on his back was plenty for now, and as he firmly told himself that, the wolf began to calm.

Though he knew it wouldn’t completely settle until they were all back together and safe at home again.

Twilight turned a corner near where he and the rest of the group had split up, and Red sat up and shouted, pointing excitedly down the hall. The rest of the colors were already making their way towards them, but they all zeroed in at Red’s shout, relief on all three faces.

“RED!” Blue yelled, and all three of them bolted, Red leaping off Twilight’s back and crashing into them with a happy cry.

All four of them began chattering simultaneously, asking questions and crying and in Blue’s case, giving Red a punch on the arm that wasn’t as hard as it could have been.

Twilight smiled in relief as they huddled together, turning back into a human, and realized that the rest of the team they had brought was coming up behind them, Legend Hyrule and their mother all looking extremely relieved.

“Red— never do that again,” Green said as they hugged, and Red nodded rapidly.

“I won’t! I won’t, it wasn’t even on purpose, they just grabbed me, a-and I couldn’t get away, and nobody heard me yell,” Red said in a watery voice, and Vio gave him a soft pat on the head.

“Well you’re okay now, you don’t have to cry,” Blue grumbled, but his arm didn’t leave Red’s shoulder.

The colors didn’t talk any longer after that, only hugging a few moments more before they began to glow, unable to wait a second longer to reform. A pulse of multicolored light shone around the hallway, bouncing off the pale walls, and Twilight had to look away until it began to dim.

Four stood alone, his eyes closed as the last of the glow faded away.

Then he doubled over with his hands clenched to his head, face twisted up in pain. Twilight darted forward and caught him before he fell, and Four whimpered in his arms, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Four, hey, what’s wrong?” Twilight asked, trying not to panic.

Four flinched at his words, and the sound of the others running up as well, and tried to curl into a ball, still clenching at his hair.

“What’s wrong with him?” Legend asked with wide eyes.

“Four, are you okay?” Hyrule asked, and Four only let out another whimper.

“Give him some space,” Malon said, and they slid back a bit, giving her room to kneel by Four. She placed a gentle hand on his back, and rubbed it as Four let out a pitiful groan. “Four? Honey are you okay?”

Four only groaned again, and Hyrule scooted over and set a glowing hand on his head, eyes closed in concentration. But he withdrew after a moment, gaze slightly bewildered.

”His head is fine, I didn’t see anything,” he said, and Twilight frowned.

“Did they do something just to Red then?” Twilight asked, trying to keep his voice calm and only partially succeeding. “That would hurt him when he merged?”

“I don’t... think so?” Hyrule said. He sounded uncertain though, and wrung his hands a bit.

“Seriously? We would have noticed if they’d done something,” Legend shot at Twilight.

“How do you know?” Twilight answered just as sharply. “It might not be physical!”

“Well maybe he’s just—”

“Boys shh, you’re hurting him,” Malon said a bit sharply, and they went silent, another quiet whimper from Four the only noise. “Four? Can you tell us what’s wrong?”

Four dragged his eyes open, and Twilight stared, the normal blue of his eyes completely overrun by jagged swirls of red, green, and purple, blue scattered throughout. As he watched, the red got larger, and Four flinched, once again slamming his eyes shut and falling mostly limp in Twilight’s arms.

“Four, we can’t help unless we know what’s wrong,” Twilight tried, running a hand through his hair.

Please Four, can you give us something?

A few long moments ticked by, Four’s shaky breathing the only sound in the bright hallway. Finally Four breathed out, the noise hitching in the middle, and his fingers tightened in his hair.

“T-too— much,” he finally bit out, voice hitching and wavering. “M-Memories, different—”

Four pressed his head tighter against Twilight’s chest, his breathing trembling. He let out another small groan, and Twilight ran a helpless hand over his hair as he tried to curl himself up even tighter.

“Oh. I get it,” Legend said quietly, and they all looked at him inquisitively. Legend sighed. “Look, he was split all that time, right? Normally getting back together is no big deal for him, even if it’s been a little while. But his experiences as Green, Blue, and Vio this time were so vastly different from Red’s that when he reformed...”

“...all of those stark different memories got put in one head,” Malon finished, and ran a gentle hand through Four’s hair again. “Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry.”

Twilight wasn’t sure if Four even heard her, with the way he was curled up in a ball, hands still clenching at his head, face screwed shut in a wince.

“Can we help him?” Hyrule asked, and Malon looked uncertain.

“I don’t know, hon. It looks to me like he’ll just need some time to adjust,” she said, gently running her hand through Four’s hair. “Is there any way we can help, Four?”

Four didn’t say anything in reply, but he gave a tiny, pained shake of his head.

“We should get him home then, right?” Twilight spoke up, trying not to sound overly worried despite how fast his heart was still pounding. “If he just needs to adjust. He’ll be able to rest better there, and we need to get out of here anyway.”

Malon nodded, and Twilight scooped Four up into his arms, relieved his brother was fairly lightweight. Four curled into his hold, face still drawn with pain, and Twilight held him tight as they worked their way back towards the exit.

Somehow zero alarms had been triggered by their presence, and Twilight was starting to suspect the place had been abandoned what with how silent and empty it was. The fact that that meant the people who’d kidnapped Red had basically abandoned him here all alone was enough to reawaken the protectiveness in Twilight’s chest with a snarl, and this time he only half-heartedly reeled it in.

For their sakes, they had better not show their faces again anytime soon.

“Tw-i..?”

Several minutes of the trek had gone by before the whisper came from Twilight’s arms, and he looked down at Four, still limp in his hold.

“Yeah bud?”

“Thanks,” Four whispered into his shirt, and though he didn’t elaborate, Twilight knew what he meant.

“You’re welcome,” Twilight replied gently, and Four tucked his face against his neck, the pained creases on his face slightly eased.

#Incredibles au #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu four #lu colors #lu twilight #lu legend #hyrule and malon are there but don’t do much #linked universe fanfic #febuwhump #day 12 #semi conscious #writing from the floor #Incredibles au fic

[crispycreambacon]

Ending April with a small parting gift. I’m gonna miss this.

Anyways, an announcement of my own.

The short of it

I’m leaving the Watcher fandom. Don’t worry, I won’t be unfollowing anyone, but I will be ceasing the creation of art for Watcher and interaction with the community at large. Thank you all for this short but meaningful ride. Feel free to unfollow me if you were here for Watcher art, and for those who stick around…

Thank you :]

I hope to not disappoint with this new era of mine.

The long of it

It’s been a couple of days since a certain channel dropped an announcement that imploded its fandom. It was… a mess. A lot—and I mean a lot—of us didn’t handle the news well, and we made that known to everyone. The impact was so massive that YouTubers, who are nowhere near the niche that Watcher operates under, covered the situation, and some of them explained very well why the decision went over so poorly. Meanwhile some of them made fun of the situation, and some were just there for the clicks, but that’s the cycle of YouTube drama for you.

With the amount of ears waiting for even a peep out of their mouths, Watcher couldn’t ignore the backlash any longer and released an apology video three days after the announcement. By all accounts, it was a pretty good response. The reception was mixed, but it was definitely more well-received than their first video, and they actually listened to their fans who gave them valid criticism over the sudden shift to a streaming service.

However…

For as much as I appreciate their response, I still can’t find it in myself to continue following Watcher. I really mean it when I say this disaster soured any enjoyment I had for them. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to watch them again for a long time without thinking about this situation or remembering the people they have hurt, even if unintentionally, through their poor execution of a business decision.

Do I believe they could’ve pulled off moving their content to a streaming service? Absolutely. However, so many factors doomed this decision and their announcement from the start from them believing that $5.99/month was “affordable to everyone” (seriously?) to them insisting that this was for the fans even though the fans have vocalized that they were never there for the high production value. They were there because the three guys who run Watcher were enjoyable!

I feel like if they had been honest about the fact that the TV quality they are aiming for was more for themselves than anyone–hell, it’s the mission statement in their About page, and, I don’t know, considered the idea that $6 is not cheap, especially for international fans, people wouldn’t have gotten so angry at them. Now, there are still numerous issues plaguing this business model, but to go through all of the arguments would require a separate post, and I’ve already expended too much energy on this situation. Needless to say, Watcher has burnt their bridges, and it will take a while before they can build them back up again, let alone get people to trust them enough to cross them.

On the other hand, I can’t blame Watcher fully for my departure. Despite my heavy disagreement with their initial decision, I understand why they thought this decision was a good idea in the first place as YouTube is a very unstable career path, and it would rather hurt its creators with its relentless demonetization, censorship and restrictive guidelines than give up just a tiny amount of its profit. Besides, they’re in control of their content, and they could do what they want with it even if their fans disagreed with them.

Speaking of the fans, my god. The situation revealed a side of the fandom that I never thought I would see, but in hindsight, I should have seen it coming. To see fans resort to anti-Asian racism and death threats so quickly was extremely heartbreaking, and as an Asian person, it made me feel very unsafe and unwelcome in the community.

Moreover, using Steven as a scapegoat to absolve Ryan and Shane of any wrongdoing was unfortunately a very common response. Yes, he is the CEO, and yes, his series being centered on traveling and eating expensive food really doesn’t paint him in a positive light, but need I remind you that RYAN AND SHANE ARE GROWN ADULTS. They’re the founders of Watcher, and they both have to agree to the initial plan for it to be implemented. You can’t assume that Steven was a boogeyman terrorizing your precious little boys just based on a 15-minute video. You don’t know what’s going on behind the scenes.

All of this to say that the initial announcement combined with how the community reacted violently to the announcement really nipped my interest in Watcher in the bud. It was a shame too because I really did love Watcher, and I still do. Had it not been for the time I invested in following them, I wouldn’t have made great friends, regained the joy in creating art–even reviving a hobby/skill that I assumed was long dead, and had a reason to be able to laugh or smile even in terrible days. I truly am grateful for Watcher, and I do not regret ever getting into them at all. However, I think it’s time for me to go.

Thank you all for this weird and wonderful ride, but at some point, you’ll have to hop off. I just didn’t expect to hop off it so soon.

#Back to hiatus I go (for real this time) I’ll see y’all in 3 weeks 🫡 #I’m more sad than anything #But alas we move forward #Thank you everyone #It was fun while it lasted #the professor #puppet history #watcher #watcher entertainment #we are watcher #art #chris p fried art #chris p fried rambles

[tessa-liam]

Turning the Page 

-6- Right Here Waiting 

Choices, The Royal Romance, AU 

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son. 

Turning the Page Masterlist 

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks  

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belong to this series.  

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression.  

Rating: M🔞Warnings - Series will contain crude language, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors. 

Right Here Waiting - 6 

Chapter Summary: After spending time with his son, Liam begins his journey to repair his relationship with Riley. 

Music & Title Inspiration:  Right Here Waiting, Richard Marx  

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.  

A/N2: My submission for @choicesflashfics, Week#59, prompt #3 - “That was then. This is now. Things change.” 

A/N3: My submission for @choicesnovchallenge, prompt #28, Holidays and Events – French Toast Day  

Words: 2500

Brooklyn Heights, New York

Straightening his back, Liam rubbed his eyes, as the jet lag took its toll. After checking the time on his cell, Liam stood up and took another look at his sleeping son. His heart was full, and he felt a sense of peace that he had not known in a long time. He knew it would take time, but he was determined to earn Riley's trust again, and that he would never give up on his son. 

Riley waited for him in the kitchen and offered a warm smile as he entered its rustic décor. “I know it's late, but I'm starving. Do you want something to eat?” 

Liam was grateful for the offer. “Yes, thank you. I haven’t eaten anything since lunch. That would be great.” 

“Have a seat, and I’ll make us some dinner.” Riley smiled coquettishly, pulling a chair for him from under the table. 

Liam sat down at the kitchen table and watched as Riley busied herself with preparing their meal. It was a surreal moment, and he had a hard time believing that this was actually happening, but the aroma of the food and the sight of Riley moving about the kitchen with ease, made it all too real. 

As they ate, Liam could sense the tension between them. He knew there was so much left unsaid, but he was hesitant to push Riley too far, too fast. He decided to try a different tactic, one that was more familiar to them both. 

“How have you been, Riley?” 

Riley was startled by his question, and her eyes darted up to meet his. “I’ve been … okay. Busy with work, and William keeps me on my toes,” she replied. 

“Tell me about him,” Liam encouraged. 

Riley’s eyes lit up, and a smile tugged at her lips. “Well … he’s amazing, Liam.” Riley’s eyes sparkled with genuine love. “He’s smart, funny, and so full of energy. He loves animals, and his favorite food is chicken nuggets. He’s just …” she trailed off, tears filling her eyes. 

“He’s your whole world,” Liam finished for her. 

“Yes,” Riley said softly, her voice choked with emotion. 

“I am so, sorry I was not there for you, Riley. For both of you.” Liam’s expression was wistful. 

“Liam, how could you have known?” she replied, looking down; not able to return his gaze.   

Liam reached across the table and gently squeezed her hand. 

“Riley... look at me, please.” Slowly lifting her head, she met his gaze. “I will never stop regretting that I was not there for you. That you felt that you could not confide in me.” 

She gave him a tearful smile, her lips trembling. “We both know, had I told you, you would have given up the throne.  And the country could not afford that. And Madeleine …” Riley lost her battle with her tears and looked down to her hands. “Madeleine would have taken advantage of the situation, and …"  

Liam sighed, his thumb brushing the back of her hand. “Riley, I would have found a way. But you are right. My duty is to my people, first and foremost. Duty is important, especially when its most difficult to carry out.” 

“That is what I admire most about you, Liam.”  Riley’s breath hitched, “that is why I agreed to be your mistress when Tariq couldn’t be found.” 

“Riley, you were never my mistress, you are the love of my life,” he replied, his voice firm. 

“Liam, please.” Riley wiped the fresh tears away. 

“No, Riley, please let me finish... 

When I was crowned King, I vowed to always put the needs of my people before my own. I went through the motions of an engagement and then the marriage. But the day you left, love, I realized that without you, I could never be the King my people deserved. I was miserable, and I knew that if I lost you forever, I would never be happy again. Riley, you are my home.” 

“Liam, I …" 

“No, my love. You do not have to say anything. I just need you to know how I feel. I love you, and I will do whatever it takes to prove that to you.” Liam watched as Riley broke down and he at once moved to her side, taking her into his arms. 

"You don't have to say anything," he assured her. "I just want you to know that I'm here for you, and I'm not going anywhere. If you feel the same about me.” 

"What about Madeleine?" Riley asked, her eyes searching his. 

"As of this afternoon, Madeleine was served with dissolution papers. My lawyers have already let me know that, in exchange for clemency, that Madeleine will leave Cordonia. Riley, that marriage and along with it, the Cordonian arrangement, has been absolved.” 

Riley was speechless, clearly overwhelmed by his revelations. 

Liam lifted his hand to cup her cheek; he could see the exhaustion on her face, and he knew they both needed some rest. "Let's get some sleep, and we can talk more tomorrow." 

Riley nodded and stood, and he followed her down the hallway to her bedroom. They walked in silence as Riley's nerves were very aware of Liam’s proximity.  He looked so good, and it had been so long since she had felt his touch. She demurely smiled up at him and started to pull him through the door. 

"Riley," Liam began, slowing his walk, pausing beside the guest room. 

"But..." Riley protested. 

"Please, Riley, let's not rush this. I want to do things right this time. Let us begin to re-write our story.” 

Liam kissed her cheek. "Good night, my love. Sleep well." 

"You too, Liam," she responded. 

As Liam turned to leave, Riley impulsively reached out again to pull him close. Their lips met in a tender kiss, and Liam was lost in the sensation of her soft lips on his. It had been so long, and his body reacted instantly, the fire within him threatening to consume him. He forced himself to pull away, his breath ragged. 

"Riley..." he warned, unhooking her arms from his neck. 

"I know, Liam, I just had to have one last taste." 

Liam laughed, his heart soaring. "One last taste? Who said this will be the last time?" 

Riley giggled, her face flushing. "Good night, Liam." 

"Good night, Riley." 

They stood there for a moment, each taking in the sight of the other. Finally, Liam reluctantly turned and headed into the guest room. Riley closed her door and leaned against it, her heart pounding. She could not believe what had just happened, but she was elated and hopeful for the future. 

The Four Seasons Hotel, Manhattan 

Stumbling into the penthouse suite, Leo chortled, guiding the blond to his room with his hands firmly locked on her waist. The young woman giggled and pushed the door open, and he followed, closing the door behind them with a kick. 

"Now where were we?" Leo suggestively said, pulling the woman close and kissing her soundly. 

"Leo, stop," the woman giggled, pushing him away. 

"Come on, baby, don't be like that," he purred, pulling her close again. 

"Leo, no ... you're drunk," she protested, but he could tell she was enjoying the attention. 

"So are you," he countered, his lips scaling down her neck. 

“I know,” she snickered. “Do you remember my name?” Leo pulled away and looked at her. She was gorgeous, and he couldn’t help but smile. 

"Of course, I do," he lied, "but maybe you can refresh my memory?" 

She laughed and shook her head. "It's Ashley." 

"Ashley," Leo repeated, tasting the name on his lips. "I like that." 

"I bet you say that to all the girls," she teased. 

"No, no ... only the beautiful ones," he replied, his words slurring slightly. 

Ashley laughed, "hey, stop .... your phone is vibrating!"

Leo grabbed the phone from his pocket and squinted at the screen. 

"It's a text from my brother. It says, 'we need to talk.’” 

Concerned, Leo called Liam back at once, disentangling Ashley's arms from his neck. 

"What is it, Li? Are you alright?" Leo's voice was laced with worry. 

"I'm fine, but I have news." Liam's tone was calm, which confused and intrigued Leo. 

"What's going on, Liam?" Leo asked, his concern growing. 

"Riley and I... well, I just met my son."

After a moment of silence ... 

"You...you have a son?" Leo repeated, his eyes widening in shock. 

"Yes. William. Riley's son. Our son." 

Leo ran his hand through his hair and looked around the room, his mind racing. 

"Are you there, Leo?" Liam asked, breaking the silence. 

"Yeah, sorry. This is just a lot to take in." 

"I know. I'll explain everything later. I will be staying here with Riley, for now. I need you to take care of a few things for me." 

"Sure, Liam. Anything," Leo agreed. “But I need all the deets, asap.” 

"Thank you. And Leo, keep this quiet. We don't need the press finding out about this." 

"Li.... what should I tell Olivia? The council? They are expecting you to attend the Five Kingdoms Festival opening ceremony next weekend." 

"That was scheduled months ago. That was then. This is now. Things change." 

"You got it, Liam. Talk to you soon." 

Leo ended the call and stared at his phone, still trying to wrap his head around his brother's news. He looked up to find Ashley slipping out the door. Sighing, Leo poured scotch into a crystal tumbler and switched on the television. 

 Brooklyn Heights, New York City 

The sun's rays were streaming through the patio doors of the kitchen as Daniel scooped three teaspoons of sugar into his black coffee. Matteo quickly kissed him goodbye before heading out the door as William climbed up on his toddler chair with his train car. 

"So, buddy, what would you like for breakfast?" 

"I'm hungery, Dan Dan."  

Grinning, Daniel poured apple juice into a sippy cup, "you are? Hmmm. I'm thinking french toast with berries and syrup.” 

William's face lit up, and he clapped his hands excitedly. "Yummy!" 

"You got it, kid," Daniel chuckled, pulling out a pan and the ingredients. 

Liam walked into the kitchen as Daniel's eyes widened in surprise. "Your Majesty, good morning." 

"Good morning, Daniel. I think it's time you started calling me Liam. No need for formalities." 

"And good morning to you William." Liam smiled affectionately, turning his attention to his son. 

William looked up to the tall man, shyly, "Hi". 

"Okay, Liam. Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" 

"Just a cup of coffee, please." 

Daniel poured the King a cup as Liam sat down at the table; already knowing that Liam had come to reunite with Riley yesterday evening. 

William was watching Liam closely and offered to share his toy train.

"For me? Thank you." William smiled and pointed at his breakfast. 

"Dan Dan made me it."  

"Is that so? It looks delicious. Do you mind if I have some too?" 

William giggled, "okay." 

"Dan, could you please make me a plate as well?" 

Daniel nodded, "absolutely. Coming right up." 

"Thank you.”  

“So, William, I see you like trains?" 

"Yes! And puppies.” 

"Wow, you really do like a lot of things." 

William grinned, taking a sip of his juice. 

"You and I have a lot in common. I love trains, too. And... puppies.” Liam smiled. 

William grinned, "you're funny, Mr. Liam." 

"You think so? I'm glad you think so, William. You know, I've always loved trains, even when I was a little boy. Would you like to hear a story about a train I rode on once?" 

William's eyes widened in delight. "I like stories.” 

"Okay, here goes," Liam said, taking a bite of his food. "One day, when I was about your age, my father and I were traveling across the country, and we decided to take the train instead of our usual car. It was a very big train, with many cars, and we had to ride in a special car just for us." 

"Wow!" William exclaimed; his eyes wide with wonder. 

"We rode that train for hours and hours, and we stopped in many different towns and cities. Each one was more beautiful than the last. But then, something strange happened." 

"Oh," William asked, his face a mixture of fear and curiosity. 

"We got stuck. The train stopped working, and we were stranded. It was a very scary situation. We were all alone, with no one to help us. We had no idea what to do. But then, something amazing happened." 

"What? What happened?" 

Liam leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "a magic train came along and rescued us. It was like something out of a fairy tale." 

"Wow," William breathed, eyes wide.

"Yes, it was quite incredible. We were all safe, and the train took us the rest of the way. But it was an adventure I will never forget." 

"Wow," William breathed in awe. 

Leaning against the doorframe, Riley looked at the two, smiling as she took in the scene before her. 

"Good morning, everyone," she announced brightly. 

"Good morning, Riley," Liam replied, standing up to greet her, kissing her cheek. 

William's eyes widened, "Mama, look, Mr. Liam told me a story." 

Riley grinned, ruffling her son's hair, taking the seat next to William. 

"LiLi, this man …” Riley reached across the table and squeezed Liam’s hand. 

“... is your Daddy."  

"Daddy? My daddy?" William turned and looked up at his father, eyes wide, filled with wonder. 

"Yes, I am," Liam softly replied; overcome with emotion. 

Liam stood and knelt, meeting his son's eyes. "I've been away for a while, but I'm here now, and I want to be part of your life, if you'll have me."

William smiled, wrapping his arms around Liam's neck. “My Daddy.” 

Liam's heart swelled as he embraced his son.

"And Mama, too?" William asked.

"Of course, and Mama too." Liam looked at Riley lovingly.

Thanks for reading!

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[angelasscribbles]

Chain of Love

Series: None, this is a one-shot and you can find those here.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

TRR characters in this: Regina, Drake, Riley.

Rating: G

Warnings for this chapter: None

Word Count: 990 <- Me trying to keep any song rewrites under 1,000 words and succeeding!!

A/N: This is my first submission for the @choicesprompts song rewrite challenge. This is a complete AU. No Cordonia, no royalty.

The song I chose is The Chain of Love by Clay Walker

My other stuff: Master List.

Regina guided her Mercedes over the icy road with trepidation.

She shouldn’t be out here alone, but she had wanted to beat the winter storm that was coming. She was on her way to visit her sister and determined to make it before the bad weather set in.

There was a loud thump and her car pitched to the left. She fought to get it under control and brought it to a stop on the side of the road.

Shit. Just what she needed, a flat tire.

Regina had led a charmed life. Some might call her spoiled. Changing a flat tire was not something her parents had taught her. It was not something she’d ever done. First her father, and then her husband, had always taken care of such things. But her father was long dead, and her husband was two hundred miles away, unable to get off work for the holidays.

She pulled out her cell phone to call AAA, but there was no signal. She fought the panic rising in her throat. She couldn’t get stranded out here in the middle of nowhere.

A beat-up ancient truck pulled up behind her. A pair of dirty work boots hit the ground. A man who looked about the same age as her youngest son walked up to her car.

She cracked the window, unsure if she should trust a stranger.

“Howdy, ma’am. Need a little help?”

Relief surged through her. “I really could use some, if you don’t mind.”

“No problem. Happy to oblige. Do you know where your spare tire is located?”

“I…I’m not sure. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay. They’re usually in the trunk. If you could just pop it for me, I’ll find your tire and if you don’t have a jack, that’s all right because I do.”

Regina exited the vehicle so she could move her suitcase from the trunk to the back seat, but he shooed her away, telling her to stay in the car where it was warm. He moved the suitcase, then walked back to his truck and returned with a floor jack.

Fifteen minutes later, he was at the driver’s side window again. “All set, ma’am.”

She tried to pay him, but he refused the money. “I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror if I took money for helping someone who was stranded like that.”

“But I could have sat here all night until the car ran out of gas and I froze to death. You saved me!”

The man laughed. “Not likely in these parts. Someone would have stopped.”

“Please let me give you something for your trouble.”

He shook his head with a grin as he wiped the grease from his hands. “Tell you what. If you really want to thank me, then just pay it forward to the next person.”

“What does that mean?”

“Just do a kindness for a stranger that seems to need it.”

“Okay.” She agreed. “What’s your name just so I know who rescued me?”

“Name is Drake Walker.”

“Well, thank you, Drake. My name is Regina Rys. I appreciate you more than you will ever know. I’ll be sure to pay it forward.”

He waved at her as he walked back to his truck. She put the car in gear and navigated back onto the road, realizing how hungry she was. Glancing at the clock on the dash, she decided she had time to grab a quick bite to eat.

The parking lot of the unassuming brown building that housed the town’s only restaurant was about half full when she pulled in. She pulled her coat on and hurried from the car to the warmth of the restaurant, where she was seated quickly.

The waitress was young, pretty, and very pregnant. She made polite chitchat as she filled her water and took her order, but Regina could tell the young woman was exhausted. Dark circles ringed her eyes and her hand kept going to the small of her back with a small grimace of pain. Despite her obvious discomfort, she was efficient and friendly.

“When are you due, dear?”

“In a week or two.”

“Oh, my! Shouldn’t you be at home resting?”

The waitress smiled ruefully. “Probably. But the rent doesn’t pay itself.”

Regina finished her meal quickly, pleased with the quality of the food and the service. As she was counting out bills to pay her check, her eyes fell on the waitress across the way and Drake’s words came back to her.

She patted the woman on the shoulder on her way out. Glancing at her name tag, she said, “I left your tip under the plate, Riley. Congratulations on your baby.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Riley smiled. She waddled back over to the table, expecting a five or ten-dollar bill. Her mouth dropped open when she saw two crisp hundred-dollar bills. Her head spun around, looking for the woman. It had to be a mistake. She ran to the door, but the woman was already pulling out of the parking lot.

Her eyes widened when she realized the lady had meant to leave her that much money. Elation soared through her. This would be enough to pay what was left on the doctor’s bill and to finish paying off the stroller she had on layaway. She squealed with delight as she pocketed the money.

She drove home tired, but happy. She peeled off her clothes and took a hot shower before crawling into bed next to her sleeping husband. She wasn’t surprised he was asleep already. He had been working double shifts to make extra money so she wouldn’t have to work after the baby came.

She’d tell him about the extra money in the morning.

He shifted in his sleep as she slid under the covers next to him, moving closer to her. She leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek and whispered, “I love you, Drake.”

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[marwhoa]

request: Could you possibly write another rottmnt leonardo x y/n? About the aftermath of them exchanging numbers? Maybe like them hangout at night like a little cute midnight date

🝮 “ the treasure’s treasure ”

rise!leo x g/n

author’s note: i’ve been contemplating for a while whether chair-ry would get a sequel ,,, It’s hard to live up to your very first fic :))) !!! also i’m so tired rn

word count: 3.5k

Sitting upon a park bench, someone was sharing a conversation with the moon and stars, patiently anticipating the arrival of a special someone they had met earlier this week.

“ You should have seen him,”

They said, shaking their head as the wind blew in a manner that could have been taken as the luna above laughing alongside.

“ He said to me, ‘Catch you on the flip side!’ and leapt into a portal. What’s worse is I actually laughed, but he wasn’t there to see. ”

They weren’t speaking to any particular person. In fact, maybe it wasn’t the sky they gave their words to. Perhaps their conversation was with themselves, and the moon simply happened to listen in. Antsy fingers rose up, gingerly holding their new brooch. While the index finger began tracing the oleander’s rim, their other hand was holding up their phone to see a notification, “ running late! “

“ Pft—how do you run late with the ability to teleport? ”

Pocketing the phone, you were smoothing out your clothes when a hand reached out and took yours, twirling you towards him and dipping you. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes met a familiar shade of cerulean.

“ Can’t a man lose himself to time in the practice of ‘dress to impress’? ”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you clung to the silly boy who smiled brightly at how much of an upper hand he had here.

It was summer, so you were a bit confused by the leather jacket he donned. Underneath was a plain short sleeve—blue, shocker! And a pair of denim jeans. Rather plain, no? Not like you were focusing on that though.

“ Don’t drop me! ”

In some kind of mixture between laughing and screaming, your hands held on for dear life, and Leo decided to dip you a bit further, just a tad bit lower.

“ Oh no, my grip—it’s slipping! ”

He teased, busting out laughter as you screeched “ don’t you dare!! “ The moment you both shared was lighthearted, pulling you both closer. Grip loosening, you momentarily reminisced upon the many, many messages you both shared back and forth over the days leading to today. It was your idea, actually—sticking your neck out for your hero in green. The relief that you felt when he agreed was tremendous.

He brought you back up to your feet, letting go and resting his hands against his knees while laughing up a storm. You wiped tears from your eyes and caught a bit of his contagious laughter.

“ Kee—keep this up—Pft—a-and we’ll wake the whole neighborhood, Leon! ”

There was a quip or two resting on his tongue, urging him to tickle you with all his funniest jokes, but nothing could have made him interrupt how it looked when you laughed and smiled. You truly were framed as though you were “ the world’s precious treasure”, and boy had he no idea how to show the universe how grateful he was for a chance with you.

“ Wouldn’t want that, Y/N. ”

You didn’t even seem to mind who or what he is. He could tell just by how you held his hands and said his name, the way you looked at him—just, everything. It had only been a week, and already he was head over heels. Just how magical are you?

“ So, what is this special thing you said we had to see? ”

Right, as the initiator, that makes you the leader as well. With a shy smile, you waved your hand in a “ follow me ” motion and left the black bench to follow the park’s path. It was only a few more steps until you turned off path. Despite being confused, he trusted you enough to follow blindly.

Only, he was confused when you both finally made it to your goal. The park had a lake, and sure it looked nice—but only during the day. At night it was more like an eerie void of inky black. It was only the two of you, framed by the rustling of branches, crunching of rocks under your feet, and the light sloshing of the water against the shoreline.

“ I know I’m drop-dead gorgeous, but not exactly looking to be murdered just yet, Y/N. ”

Joking, he leaned into you with a nudge. One push later and you were spreading a blanket you brought along the ground.

“ Oh hush, who would want to kill you anyways? Too easy! ”

His gasp was reward enough. Beside you he sat, as both of you shifted your attention to the water.

“ Now, we wait. ”

You responded, pulling up your legs to your chest. One of your arms laid atop it, and then you laid your head against it. Leo leaned backwards. His legs stretched out and crossed while his hands planted behind him, supporting his weight.

“ wait for what? “ he asked after the cloud of awkwardness passed and room for speak opened. You hummed, insisting he was more than capable of waiting. Taken as a challenge, he immediately accepted and the minutes turned to an hour as you both talked about any and everything.

About him, his brothers—little extras added since you had heard a lot of it already through your daily texts and video chats. Since trading numbers, you had both talked to each other so much. Perhaps a few hours of a sleep were omitted, but who cares? The hours spent together was so much fun. Calls while cooking, calls in the morning, even some calls where you both slept together. There was even one that lasted even through a teeth-brushing montage ((prior to this, you never would have expected someone to be able to make a contest out of that, but never had you ever done your brushing routine THAT quickly.)) But in return, you shared even more little tidbits about yourself, your family, etcetera.

The longer you both went, the more similarities you were able to discover about the other. To say it lit a flame of hope in your chest was an understatement.

Eventually the conversation fell into nonsense, little games of truth or dare, “ I Spy “, and even would you rather. That had served to be… quite interesting.

You and Leo had leaned down, laying in the blanket and staring up at the sky. Arms. Crossed, forearms as makeshift pillows behind y’all’s heads. After growing tired of I Spy, Leo snapped his fingers in a “ gotcha! “ moment.

“ Would you rather get a paper cut every time you turn a page or bite your tongue every time you eat? “

“ Really, would you rather? ”

“ Are you admitting defeat? ”

“ What! You can’t ‘win’ would you rat—oh forget it. ”

You groaned out loud, dragging your hands down your face to ready yourself for this. There were some rocks under the blanket, embedding into your back, so there was a long second of contemplation as you mindlessly moved them and laid back down. With a drawn-out exhale, you turned your head to look at him.

“ Well, either is so messed up, but I think bite my tongue—I do it accidentally a lot already. Might as well up my odds. What about you? ”

Leo chuckled in a way that could only spell out trouble—or a devious loophole.

“ Papercut. Why? Because,”

He holds up his phone, shaking it.

“ Internet, baby. No page turning necessary. ”

“ No fair! And, you’ll never be able to read a real book without cuts. ”

“ I’m prepared to make that sacrifice. ”

Scoffing, you crossed your arms dramatically and tapped your fingers against your forearm. What’s a good question you can ask? A real conundrum—with no loopholes!

“ Ah! Would you rather have a pause or a rewind button in your life? ”

This one throughly perplexed him. Either that, or the “ hmming “ was just him messing with you. You had your answer already, but his was what you were more curious about.

And his response only made you more curious.

“ Rewind, definitely, ”

He sits up, turning on his side and resting his head into his palm while his elbow digs into the blanket.

“ I’ve found a sound I wouldn’t mind hearing on replay. ”

“ Oh yeah? ”

You asked with sitting up, hands laid behind your back to hold you up. The statement was spoken with an intonation practically begging him to continue. Alas, he didn’t seem to catch on, so you followed it up with,

“ And what’s that? ”

“ Ah, ah, that’s not how the game goes. It’s my turn. Would you rather have everyone able to read your mind or for everyone you know to have access to your Internet history? ”

Immediately you were laughing in an incriminating way, averting your gaze anywhere but the questionner. Oh god, both were such mortifying scenarios.

“ Oh shit, that’s horrible, Leo. You’re the worst at this game! ”

“ I think you mean the best. ”

“ Eeeeek, okay, internet history. I can just clean it up! ”

“—No erasing, either! ”

Cue the hitting, as you lightly hit him with your fists!

“ No fair, no adding clauses afterwards!! ”

Leo laughed all the while, taking your light little barrages.

“ What about you, tough guy! ”

“ Internet history, but definitely deleting stuff. ”

“ YOU!! ”

With an “ oof! “ Leo was pushed over onto his back by you, further pinned down as you took your rightful throne upon his chest. It was hard, likely due to the plastron he had. While you weren’t putting all your weight into him, you were still sitting on him enough for him to be slightly inconvenienced.

“ Someone is a sore loser.”

Groaned Leo in a low voice as he accepted defeat.

“ No, you are. So, my turn! Would you rather… ”

There were a few seconds filled not with your voices, but rather with the chirping of bugs filling the space. What was a good question… Ooh, perfect!

“ Would you rather find true love today or win the lottery? Knowing you, you’ll say—“

“ Lottery—“

“ Ah-hah! I knew it. ”

“ I would rather win the lottery because I already found loved. ”

There was a…

A fondness—a sweetness and a comfort—in the air immediately. It felt akin to that of moments in movies when two character would, or /should/, kiss, and that feeling only deepened as you lowered your gaze to meet his. Leo’s voice had said that so… So gently, so lovingly.. His eyes filled you with a warmth, an addictive sight that you almost couldn’t look away from.

But still, you did. To calm your thundering heart, you looked away with a breathy laugh.

“ Wow, that sure was… Just, wow.. ”

Your eyes trailed to the water, noticing it was finally time. Leaning up off him, you brushed your clothes of any dust, and crouched to pick up some rocks near the blanket. Leo had risen up to a seated position, watching you curiously.

“ What about you? ”

He asked sincerely, eyes on you as you looked down. The collected rocks were rolled in your hand as you contemplated your own answer.. You held out your open hand, gesturing for him to give you his.

“ I think… I would choose the true love today, just to… Make sure it happens, y’know? Don’t want to get too cocky and lose a good thing. ”

As you took his hand, there was a little spark and a bit of heartbeat skipping, but pretty easy to ignore. In his palm, a sizable pebble was placed.

“ A rock? ”

“ For skipping. That’s the real surprise the whole time. What we were waiting for. ”

“ Ah yes, waiting to skip rocks, I’m really swooning over here. ”

“ Not that, you dumdum! What comes after. Just—throw it with me, okay? ”

Nodding, you both stood up, reeled your arms back, and began the countdown

Three,

Two,

One!!

And off the rocks went, skittering along the water—his faster than yours, amazingly so—but that wasn’t supposed to be the focus. The true point of it all was what happened with each tap to the water’s surface.

Lines of orange, like plane runways lined with neon hues, streaked and bloomed with every touch. By the time the rocks twirled and blipped through the lake, sinking down to their new home, the orange lights had fanned out into the air like teensy fireworks. Zipping from here and there, the little balls of energy bobbing and plinked along the water—awakening their neighbors until nearly the entire area here was covered with the little buggers.

“ Fireflies? ”

Leo inquired, amazed at the sight. It was a genuine reaction, not masked at all for any “ cool guy act ” or a “ more mature act ”. No, you were getting the exact response you hopped—the orange reflecting in his eyes, the toothy grin, and the playful glint when he turned back to you.

“ Not quite. ”

You shook your head and held out your hand, clicking your tongue as one would to a cat. By the first click, some of the closest little sprites were already skipping over to you as though copying the rocks bouncing past them earlier.

“ They’re like, little balls of warmth, little sun sprites, see? ”

They were tiny, too small for their heat to hurt. It was more of a welcoming warmth tickling your hand. Their little frames would roll and bump into each other, rubbing themselves all over your hands. That’s probably fine.

Leo stuck out a finger, reaching to poke one, then freaking out as it zipped in a spiral-motion up his finger and arm.

“ AH—! I, I mean. Act, just acting, haha.. How did you find these…? ”

“ I was waiting for you to ask! ”

You plopped back down onto the blanket and patted for him to follow. More of the sprites were surrounding you, and thankfully it seemed that their fire wasn’t a spreadable kind.

“ That word you said to me last week, yokai? I know you said, ‘Oh you’re a human, rah rah rah, no need for you to know!’—“

“—I don’t sound like that—“

“—hush, anyways! I think they’re yokai, don’t you think? I looked the word up when I got home, supernatural beings! ”

He could tell you were pretty pleased with yourself.

“ Y/N, I only said that to keep you safe. Need I remind you who needed to be rescued by a handsome blue knight? ”

He puffed out his chest, even flexing a bit. One little sprite appeared to be trying to copy him, but given their circular bodies, you weren’t too sure.

“ I already said thank you, and you can’t blame me! Who seriously just ignores something so—so, so groundbreaking! I mean, yokai? They’re fictional creatures, except now nonfiction because I saw them, I was chased by one! So, yeah, excuse me for looking into it. ”

Shrugging, you crossed your legs and leaned forward. Hands on the blanket, palms facing up, you invited the sprites to hop on or off. Soft giggles followed their little brushes against your hands.

“ Right, still doesn’t answer how you found these guys? ”

He followed your example, watching them curiously twirl his digits—thicker yet fewer than your own hands. It seemed like one of the little guys was putting pieces together as it flipped back and forth between your hands. In the end, they bobbed over to you, and Leo muttered a “ going to cry about this later ” playfully.

“ Well, I found them way before the ‘chairable incident.’ ”

“ Ooh good one, is that what we’re calling it? ”

“ Thank you, and yes—no interrupting, mister Leonardo! ”

“ Hey, that’s mister Leo to you! ”

“ Pft—well, I always through they were fireflies or pollen, but after that night you dropped me off, I was curious! So, I came here again and again, stirring them and trying to call them over. “

Y/N’s eyes were scouring over the little guys, turning to the water to see the others. It seemed they were searching for something.

“ Hmm, well anyways, it took a while, but the other day when I did it, one of them came over to me! Seeing them up close made it all make more sense. ”

Leo had noticed you looking around and followed your gaze. Alas, he gave up soon after realizing he didn’t know what to look for. Silence joined you both, sitting right between while your focus was on the cute little sprites. Some had already rolled back to the water. They seemed to float on top, similar to how oil and water “ mix ”. Few remained though, leaning into your hands, climbing your legs, or rummaging through your hair specifically. Leo had a hat, a beanie, and one sneaky little guy did manage to squirm on inside of it.

Your attention only shifted as a little purple sprite slowly bobbed over. It was hard to see them in the inky water, but this special little guy had a flickering ability. Whether the others did too was anyone’s guess, but this one! He only flickered in and out, illuminating with the fiery orange and then fizzling into the camouflaging purple. He was the first to come check you out when you tried calling for the little creatures.

“ This is Blinker! He’s a little special, isn’t he? ”

A tad bit bigger, he rolled and fluffed up in your hand—only stopping when Leo leaned in and reached his index towards him. Blinker ignited immediately, bobbing and then spiraling up Leo’s finger just like some of the others did.

“ Wow… Well, you sure know how to plan a first date. I have some real competition, huh? ”

He slouched over, resting his head against the palm of his hand while watching you with a lazy grin. Blinker had already began burrowing, slipping up into the sleeve of Leo’s jacket.

“ Oh? You sound like you’re wanting a second date already. ”

Copying his position, you grinned in a way that could only be saying “ oooooohhh, you liiiiikeee meee, don’t you? ”

“ Ah,”

A sound like a cough and he was casting his gaze to the right side, as though something away from you was much more important. His left hand moved to cover his cheek, and you recognized it all instantly. He was blushing, wasn’t he!

You leaned forward, taking his wrist and holding it away from his face. His attention was back on you, with big blue eyes staring, waiting.

“ I knew it, you’re blushing! I made you blush, mister handsome knight. ”

He stuttered then held his tongue, looking away. Didn’t even try to deny it! He was blushing, you made him blush!

There was a warmth surfacing on your cheeks, especially upon seeing his other hand move to take your other one. He didn’t make any eye contact, but your fingers were interlaced. Now one hand cuffed his wrist while the other hand locked with his hand.

“ O-Oh.. ”

You muttered, leaning back a bit to sit. After some silence, your handcuffed motion loosened, and he didn’t waste any time. His other hand was slowly lacing with yours. Sitting cross-legged, you both reflected each others sitting position while your hands rested between, holding the other fondly.

“ Mm.. I, maybe I wouldn’t mind a second date. ”

It was your turn to avoid eye contact this time.

“ Really? I’m glad. ”

His voice was softer than you had yet to hear it. So little time, yet already you were seeing newer sides of him. The sprites were floating around you both, basking both of you in warm golden hues. A summer breeze rustled the trees as they leaned in, anticipating the next move. Crickets sung their music, and the waves bumped the shore as if coming closer to see the moment. It was as if the whole world came to see, see who their treasure had chosen.

All the imaginary eyes were resting on you both. They were overjoyed to see the special one, the treasure’s treasure.

Everything dispersed as you gave a nervous cough. Both of you looked away, recoiling your hands and wiping them against your clothes.

“ W-Wow! T-The time, right? ”

“ Time? Oh, yeah! Yeah, it’s so late, I should get you home before it’s too—is it cold to you? Wow, so chilly! ”

Scrambling for your things, you both hopped up and waved goodbyes to the lake’s lights. Leo held up his hand, flicking his fingers until a blue shimmer enveloped his index finger. The stripes on his face shone as he reached out and traced a portal in thin air.

“ A gentleman would never let you walk home! ”

You leaned forward to walk through the portal, but were tugged back.

“ Ah—! No, uh, you can’t. I um, you’re. ”

He was trying to come up with something, then settled for clearing his throat and holding out his hand.

“ Safety reasons, portal passengers have to hold my hand. ”

Part of you felt like that was a lie. The other part of you knew you weren’t a portal expert. And another part of you maybe just wanted to go along with it regardless. So, you gave him your hand. He gently pulled you close to his chest.

The world held its breath as the two of you met each other’s eyes. There was so much emotion. You looked at him with something that he couldn’t yet pinpoint, but god he was addicted to it.

Please never stop looking at me like that, he thought, as his arm moved to rest along your waist and hold firmly. Through the portal, you basked in the familiar tingles and tickles, giggling as you both stepped out at your door, in your home.

“ How did you know—? ”

“ From our video-chats. Remember when I said you talk too much when it’s late? “

“ What! I thought, I thought you just meant—what else have I told you?! ”

“ Er, don’t worry about it, seeya! ”

“ Wait! ”

He was quick to try and leave the same way he had once before, falling through a portal, but you were quicker. Grabbing onto him, he stared wide eyed and quickly closed the portal as you both thumped against your floor. His hand was holding your waist securely, mentally condemning you for such a reckless move.

On the spot, you chuckled nervously and tried to come up with a reason to have stopped him…

“ Ah, er…. W-Wanna stay for, um.. Dinner? ”

#leonardo x reader #leo x reader #tmnt Leonardo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rise tmnt leonardo x reader #rise tmnt leo x reader

[karahalloway]

Isle of Misfits: Chapter 8 - Burnt by the Truth

Fandom: TRR x Platinum x OH x CoP x TNA (so far...)

Series: Isle of Misfits Round Robin hosted by @choicesprompts

Word Count: 1,200

Characters: TRR's Leo Rys, Liam Rys, Olivia Nevrakis (RoE's 'Katie Rys', TNA's Sam Dalton and CoP's Trystan Thorne mentioned)

Warnings: M (swearing, references to depression, references to alcohol abuse, references to suicide)

“You’re still angry, aren’t you?” Liam asked as he and Leo stepped out of the bar following their randezvous with Trystan Thorne.

Leo threw a scoff back at his brother. “Why on earth would you think that, Your Majesty?”

Liam heaved a low breath as he watched the former Crown Prince of Cordonia stride off into the warmth of the night.

Leo had always been the more opinionated of the two of them — which certainly got him into a lot more hot water with their father than Liam believed was strictly healthy for one’s constitution — and this latest ‘divergence of opinion’ was no exception.

His brother just had to be made to see that the intervention was for his own good.

Brokering a peace alliance between warring states would’ve been easier…

But, soothing ruffled feathers is what Liam had been trained to do since he could talk, so if anyone could make his obstinate brother see reason, it was him… right?

“Leo, please,” he pleaded, jogging after the shadowy form of his sibling. “If you will just—”

“Why?” came the bitter response. “So you can tell me how much of a disappointment I am? How much I let you and the kingdom down? Don’t think I haven’t heard that speech a thousand times before…”

“Actually, I was going to try and apologise…”

His brother’s words caused Leo to stop short. Turning slowly around, he regarded Liam under the moonlight. “You pulling my leg?”

“No,” Liam insisted, spreading his hands to show his sincerity. “I genuinely am sorry. The entire situation could have been handled much better. You’d come back home to try and get away from the unfortunate situation you found yourself in — quite accidentally, but all accounts — and instead of offering you the moral support you so clearly carved, I annihilated your trust by going behind your back.”

“So, why did you do it?” asked Leo, folding his arms. His brother’s words had touched him, but he wasn’t going to give Liam the satisfaction of caving to the clearly well-rehearsed words to just hug it all out. “If there was an issue, you should’ve just come to me.”

“I… I couldn’t,” Liam admitted, his shoulders dropping a fraction of an inch.

“Why not?” Leo demanded suspiciously.

“Because Katie intimated that you would never do something like this voluntarily,” Liam explained tightly. “And… if you didn’t do it, she was going to file for divorce.”

The breath left Leo’s body like oxygen being sucked out of a vacuum chamber. “She what—?"

Liam looked up at his brother sympathetically. “Why didn’t you tell me that things had become so fraught?”

“I didn’t realise that they had…” Leo admitted in a hollow voice. “I knew she wanted me home more, to be with the kids, and stuff, but… Oh, Jesus, I’ve fucked this royally, haven’t I?”

“It’s not too late,” Liam consoled, stepping up to his brother to lay a hand on his shoulder. “She’s willing to give you this chance. But you have to commit to the program. Bertrand has had success with several clients already, who were arguably in bigger strifes than you.”

“Not with their wives, though…”

“No,” Liam conceded with a smile. “But that’s why you’ve been paired with a mentor — so they can guide you through—”

“Sam Dalton is a dick.”

“I am afraid I have not had the opportunity to—”

“He left his wife to be with his maid,” Leo spat. “What the hell does a man like that know about love, commitment, the sacrament of marriage, of—”

“You left Madeleine in the lurch when you announced your engagement to Katie…”

Leo opened his mouth, only to quickly close it. “That’s not the same thing.”

“Bertrand knows what he’s doing,” Liam assured him. “Give this a chance. Who knows? You might be pleasantly surprised by the outcome.”

“Why couldn’t you have found me a normal rehab in Switzerland? Or, better yet, California?”

Liam couldn’t help but snort. “Because you escaped the last rehab centre that Father sent you to. In the middle of a blizzard.”

“Yes, that was certainly one of my more daring jailbreaks,” Leo admits whimsically. “But the food was terrible. I had to bail.”

“Yes, well, you are on an island this time,” Liam reminded him wryly. “And the Beaumonts have a Michelin star chef on retainer, so—”

“Yeah, yeah,” muttered Leo with a sigh. “I’m stuck here.”

“That’s the spirit!” quipped Liam with a grin, slapping his brother jovially on the arm.

Leo rolled his eyes at him.

“But in all seriousness,” Liam added. “I hope you make the most of it. And are able to patch things up with Katie.”

“Yeah…” agreed Leo with a low exhale. “I hope so, too.”

“Rough night?”

“You could say that…” Leo admitted, shuffling across the polished marble floor of the foyer.

Despite the tense start to the heart-to-heart, he had managed to make up with Liam before his brother’s departure back to the mainland. But the revelation that his own wife had been the instigator behind not only the very frightening kidnapping, but this mandated exile as well, was going to take longer to digest than the remnants of the copious amounts of alcohol he still had floating around in his system.

Dropping the magazine that she’d been casually perusing, Olivia swung her killer heel clad feet off the arm of the Chesterfield sofa she’d been lounging on, and moved to join Leo. “Need a hangover cure?”

“This is going to take more than a pair of raw eggs and some Lythikosian pepper sauce…”

She grabbed his arm to pull him to a stop. “Liam told you, didn’t he?”

Leo’s eyes met Olivia’s flashing emerald gaze, before falling to the floor. “Yes…”

The Duchess of Lythikos’ mouth hardened. “He shouldn’t have done that. It was not his place.”

“Yeah, well… The cat’s out of the bag now…” Leo grumbled, continuing his weary trudge back to his room. “That’s got to count for something, right?”

“Not really…” Olivia muttered. “Because now you’re going to fall into a chronic bout of depression, try to give yourself liver poisoning, and seriously contemplate jumping off the twelfth storey balcony, and I’m going to be the one who has to try and talk you out of it… Again.”

“Hey!” Leo objects, coming to a halt. “It wasn’t that bad! I—”

“If I hadn’t booked you on that Mediterranean cruise against your will, you’d be lying six feet deep, rather than merely lying to yourself.”

“Harsh!”

“But accurate,” Olivia replied. “Which is why I’m going to throttle our beloved King the next time I see him. He’s single handedly set you back by at least two weeks.”

“Well, considering that I’ve gotten absolutely nothing out of the first two weeks I’ve been here, I’d say we’re simply back to square one!”

“Eugh…” groans Olivia. “You Rys are going to— What’s that?”

“Ow!” cried Leo as Olivia’s blood-red nails dug suddenly into his forearm. “What the hell are you—?”

“Something’s burning…”

#the royal romance #round robin #choicesprompts #isle of misfits #leo rys #trr fanfic #choices fanfic

[skyfallscotland]

Violence game 8 and 22?

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Ahaha there are so many hills I will die on, but since we don't have time for me to rant about Xaden's signet, I'll stick with this:

Tauri being the king’s (and Cam’s) surname. Grinds my gears. Give me something Rebecca! Everyone does it and I know a lot of people are doing it because we have no alternative name given yet, but I just can’t see why that would be the case. IRL we refer to our monarchs by first name (King Charles, Queen Elizabeth) and presumably that’s because the crown is passed through a family line. If we called them by surname it would just be King Windsor, Queen Windsor, King Windsor, King Windsor, etc and like? Who are you referring to?

So yeah, TLDR: we don't know Cam's surname.

Also, when RY comes to Australia in June, if I manage to get tickets you can be damn fucking sure I'm asking her about it 😂

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Hmm. I have two: a scene and a 'thing' because part could mean either. My favourite underrated scene is the saddle scene. As someone chronically ill, my heart hurt reading Violet protest any accomodations being made for her because she wanted to be just like everyone else.

But if I'm choosing Violence... 😏🔥

It's the redemption of Dain Aetos. I know he's fun to hate on, but fuck all of you if you try and tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing. If you were indoctrinated since birth to think certain people were 'bad' and your father, who you trust, said they were doing something underhanded and you needed proof, for sure you're going to do it, especially if it means saving your best friend and the woman you love.

His actions resulted in Liam's death and yeah, that fucking hurts, but his actions are understandable if you look at things from his point of view. As soon as he realised he was wrong and he had proof his father (who he's trusted his whole life!!) was a massive asshole, he switched sides, even though that meant he might not be safe where they were going.

He's a dick and often an idiot, but he's not some irredeemable villain. I also have a lot of feelings about the way people say he 'would never break a rule' because the man was willing to sneak Violet out of the Quadrant. Honestly his worst feature is that he doesn't listen to her enough. I could write a whole essay on how I feel about Dain to be honest.

#I actually can't believe no one's asked about him and remi yet tbh #shame on all of you #amy chose violence 🔥

[beaker1636]

B is for Body Oil - Ryan

AN: I know I initially teased that B would be for blindfold, but I just couldn't get into that, however when I switched to body oil I got pretty into it. I don't think this is my best smut chapter so I apologize in advance if it is garbage but here is part 2 of the alphabet game.

“God Damnit,” Ryan yells, tossing his guitar to the side, rehearsal for the festival they fly out to in the morning clearly not going how he wants it to go.

“Ryan, Chill! We all have off days, at least it is just a rehearsal and not a performance that is not going well,” Justin says, tossing his friend a water from across the room, knowing his friend needs it without him asking.

He just groans in response, taking a drink before looking at the guys around the room. “Can we please play the song one last time before we go?”

“No, I don’t think that is a good idea.  I think it is best we just call it a day, I know it’ll sound fine on Saturday when we play and we all could use some time to relax tonight before we leave in the morning,” Chris says, moving to gather his things off the table in front of him. He also gives Vinny a look to show he is not impressed with the younger texting while they are talking.

“Wait, Vin, you never gave Ryan his letter,” Rick says, trying to break the tension between his friends, and low key hoping that it will be something that will help Ryan relax so he isn’t such a dick tomorrow.

“Oh, I just told Lottie to give what they need to Ariana, It’ll help you relax but I figured I would let it be a surprise because if you knew you wouldn’t let her do what she wants to with it,” Vinny says, smiling slightly at Ryan who looks ready to neuter the drummer.

“Can he even fucking do that? Not tell me what my task is?” Ryan spits out, the annoyance clear as day in his words as he continues to glare the younger man down. 

“I would say that is against the rules but technically only one of you need to know what it is to complete it and we never said the task can’t be given to our girls so….” Chris cuts off, giving a sheepish grin to Ryan.

“Trust me, it will help you relax and I think you really could benefit from relaxing right now,” Vinny says, grabbing his keys off the table in front of him and taking off out the door of the practice space before Ryan has a chance to come after him for this.

“Shit, for all our sakes we need you to fucking relax before we leave too,” Justin says, grabbing his things off the table and looking at Ryan now too.

“I pick what you have to do next dickhead, I’d watch what you say,” Ryan growls as he storms off to his car.

At Home

Ryan walks into your shared home, tossing his keys on the kitchen table and making his way to where you stand in front of the stove, working on finishing up his favorite dinner as you were warned he was in a terrible mood.

“Hey baby, dinner will be done in a half an hour or so, why don’t you go take a shower to decompress after rehearsal.  I left your favorite pajama pants in the bathroom already for you,” you say, turning to give him a kiss and a quick kiss before going back to cooking.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” he responds, pulling you into a tight back hug, catching you off guard before he trudges his way up the stairs towards your bathroom.

Right as you are finishing up plating the meal and putting them both on the table he walks back down, his hair now wet and dripping on his shirtless frame as he watches you set the table for the two of you.  When he catches your eyes he opens his arms up for a hug, silently asking you to give him.  You do so gladly, resting your face on his chest while he holds you tight, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

“I love you Ry,” you say softly, knowing that he needs to hear the words tonight.

You both take a seat at the dining table, you eating dinner while he vents about everything that went wrong with his day.  You listen, knowing that he doesn’t want you to say anything, just wanting to get all his frustrations off his chest.  Ryan has never been one to talk about his feelings or what is bothering him with anyone, but it is different with you.  You are his safe space, he knows that he can talk to you about anything and you will never judge him for what he says, he can trust you to accept what he has to say and to accept him no matter what.

“Thank you for listening Ari, I do feel better getting everything out,” he says, giving you a small smile as you both finish up.

“Good, now to relax you completely I need you to go strip completely and lay down on your stomach on our bed, just trust me baby,” you give him a quick kiss before grabbing both of your plates to take them to the kitchen, waiting until you hear his steps go up the stairs towards your room to follow him.

“Did you want me laying on the towels or…” Ryan asks, glancing at you as he strips out of his pants and boxers.

“Oh shit, yes please,” you answer as you move to dim the lights and strip down to your sports bra and panties so that you won’t get oil all over your clothing.

“So what exactly are you doing?” Ryan asks when he feels you sit down on his ass and hears something opening.

“B is for body oil, and you need to relax so I am using it to give you a full body massage.  Thank god I took those classes huh?” you ask him as you let some of the oil drop on his neck, starting to rub right below his hairline.

You move to the base of his neck, squeezing slightly before working your hands out towards his shoulders and repeating the action on both sides several times until you can feel the tension in those muscles leave.  Following that with his shoulders you apply pressure, rolling them both forward and back, feeling his whole body begin to relax from your touches.

Ryan lets out a sigh, “I forgot how wonderful you are with your hands Ari, this feels amazing.”

“Shh, no talking.  Just focus on relaxing and my touch.” you softly respond, not wanting to break the calm, relaxed mood that there currently is in the room.

You drop more oil from the bottle directly onto the skin of his back and bring your hands to his spine, applying pressure as you make circular motions with your thumbs, moving back outwards over and over as you make your way down his back.

Next you chose to move on to his hands, starting at his palm where you press firmly with your thumbs before moving them outwards towards his finger.  Moving to his wrists where you make long strokes moving up towards his shoulders before repeating it on his other arm.

You lift yourself off of him to move towards the end of the bed so you can move on to his feet.  Applying pressure to the ball and arch of his foot you stroke up with your thumbs towards his toes before moving up his leg.  Kneading and pushing your hands up in long strokes towards his knee before doing the same moving up his thighs and then following that up with the other leg.

You move on to the part you are arguably most excited to be getting to as well as part of him you are going to enjoy the view of… his butt.  You set your hands so that your palms are each cupping a cheek as you begin slow circular motions until you notice that he is relaxed, switching to a closed fist in the center of each, using a slow twisting motion on his skin.

You smirk to yourself when you hear him groan as he shifts slightly, your sign that he is starting to get worked up from your touch.

“Roll over for me Ry,” you say gently, watching as he does so, not failing to notice that he has a slight hard on as you figured he would after you massaged his ass for quite awhile.

You settle yourself on his upper thighs so that you can begin at his collar bones and work your way down his chest, making sure that with each stroke of your arms that you rub up against him so that he will be fully hard when you are finished and get to the fun part.

When you figured he had enough of your teasing you move yourself so you are sitting next to him rather than on him.  Dripping some oil on his now very hard cock, leaving some light teasing touches before wrapping your hand around him, stroking him as the oil makes your hand easily glide across him.

His hand moves so that he wraps his hand around your wrist, stopping you.

“Ari, Can you please strip for me? I want to see you,” he says softly, meeting your gaze with his half lidded, lust filled eyes.

You simply nod and move so that you can remove your bra and panties, figuring if that is what he wants then that he will get, this is all about him tonight.

“Do you want me to show you another fun use for the oil Ry?” you ask, watching as your drip more oil on his cock.

He nods, watching closely as you move to straddle his upper thighs, shifting so that he is rubbing in between tour folds, specifically so he is rubbing against your clit as you begin to rock your hips back and forth on his.  Both of you groaning at the friction and pleasure that the movement brings you.

The way the oil allows the two of you to glide against each other with such ease brings a new sensation that neither of you have experienced before.  You keep your movements slow, knowing that the buildup will make the ending more enjoyable. Ryan has enough of that though and grabs your hips, holding you on him as he stops you and grinds himself up against you with need, groaning out as you both begin to get close.  He finishes against you with a sigh, his cum all over your folds and beginning to drip back down on him.

When he comes back down from his high he lightly pushes on you, helping you to lay on your back as he settles himself between your legs, enjoying the sight of his cum all over your folds.

“Well, I can’t make you suffer when you were so close, especially when your pussy looks so amazing covered in my cum… but I bet it will look even better when I use it as lube,” he says, gathering some of it on a couple of his fingers before he roughly thrusts them inside of you, fucking you with them as he watches closely.

You groan, feeling yourself getting close yet again as he continues to push you closer to the edge with his fingers pumping inside of you.

“You are enjoying this aren’t you, loving the thought of having my cum inside of you,” he growls, his tone getting dark as he watches you begin to come undone.

He begins to circle your clit with your thumb knowing that you need a little more to finally let go.  Your orgasm hitting you abruptly, catching both of you completely off guard as you have never finished that quickly before.

“Fuck, that was hot,” ryan says as he steps away from you to go get a washcloth from the attached bathroom to help you clean yourself up.

After he helps you up off the bed, both of you getting dressed in your pajamas and taking the towels off the bed so you can lay down.  Your head on his chest as he plays with your hair. 

“Well the little shit was right, it definitely did relax me,” Ryan says as a joke as he turns the light off, both of you so relaxed you fall asleep rather quickly. 

You both wind up oversleeping, and you barely get Ryan to the airport on time in the morning, making everyone laugh as they realized that you trying to relax him clearly worked.

#motionless in white #vinny mauro #motionless in white imagine #fanfiction #bree sucks at fanfiction #chris motionless #ricky olson #ryan sitkowski #justin morrow #ricky horror #ryan sitkowski smut #ryan sitkowski fanfiction #ryan sitkowski x reader #ryan sitkowski fanfic

[babybammargera]

Dating Knox but Bam and Ryan are your best friends

From Ryan it's usually him teasing you about it.

Occasionally tho he'll whine about it.

Something along the lines of

"Come on tell Knoxville to share we hardly see you outside of work anymore and Bam won't shut up about it"

Basically a big brother who misses you.

Tells Knox "hey she likes you a lot don't fuck it up"

Bam's jealous.

Not in the sense of he wishes he could have you.

But jealous of the fact that someone was hogging one of his best friends attention.

"God you aren't really gonna ditch us to hang with Knoxville again are you?"

Sighing or coughing loud if he's watching a movie with the two of you.

Telling Knox "I swear Knoxville if you break her heart your life will be a living hell"

Bc he's PROTECTIVE.

You have to basically set up designated hangouts for the boys.

Dinners at Bams w his family and crew are always non negotiable.

Pj knows not to intervene w April's time with you.

Knox knows the dynamic you have with your little family.

He trusts all of you.

He always let's Bam and Ry drive you home if he's gotta stay late on set or the office.

And they're at your house just as much as your boyfriend.

Squishing onto the couch with the two of you.

Bc they hate to share

But they do. And they make it everyone's problem.

@faiiryteenz

#jackass #bam margera #viva la bam #cky #ryan dunn #johnny knoxville #jackass fanfic #jackass boys #johnny knoxville x reader #jackass headcanons #pj clapp #ryan dunn forever #brandon margera #dick farm dunn #random hero #king knox #silver foxville #bammy writes

[khoicesbyk]

The Royal Romance.

Forevermore.

A/N: this is the next chapter in the journey of my OTP. Follow along for the fun.

Rated: Mature (at times can and will be Explicit. I'll be sure to change the rating when and if that happens). | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual. Y'all should be used to this from me by now 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me and/or other authors [their characters have been mentioned and/or used in the story with their permission] ) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: words. (may be slightly more or may be slightly less. Look, I stop counting after editing and re-editing and driving myself insane. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

If you’d like to be added to my tag list. Just reblog or dm me and I will gladly add you! 😁😘

This series is rated Mature and/or Explicit. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Tag List: @choicesficwriterscreations

Chapter 2.) The Family Rys. Part 1.

It was the end of Summer and the beginning of Fall in Cordonia. It was September and the running of the Cordonian Derby. For the first time in five years. Marquise was excited. He's always loved horses and horse racing and to have it come alive again made him giddy. He had spent the past few weeks meeting with organizers, vendors, horse owners, and staff at the racetrack and stables to make sure everything was in order and the event would go off without a hitch. 

He was coming back from a visit to the racetrack when he was greeted by three of his favorite people, his wife and his boys. 

“How was it?” Shanelle asked. 

“Amazing. Everything is almost ready. The stables and the track are beautiful. I can't wait for everyone to see it.” he replied as he picked up his two toddling babies. 

“Good. I know my dad is excited. He said the Derby was one of my grandfathers’ favorite pastimes.”

“I know. The last time I remember seeing him was at a race before he died.” 

“I wish I could've been there. I'm sure I would’ve loved it.”

“Of course. And King Dominic would've had the winner of that race given to you.”

“Even though Edward and your father were both King at that point?” Shanelle asked. 

“Trust me. Your grandfather didn't care who was King. That horse would've been yours. It's one of things I've always respected about him. You became his reason. It was no longer about him. It became about you.” Marquise replied. 

Shanelle smiled wistfully. 

“Walk with us?” Marquise asked. 

They walked to the playground where the boys wobbled over to the swings. 

“Looks like two little someones want their Daddy to push them.”

“They always want me to push them.” Marquise pouted. 

“It's what you have those big ass arms for. Now move it. My boys are waiting.”

Marquise cut his eyes at her over his shoulder before going to push the boys. 

While most noble parents took an off hand approach to raising their children Marquise and Shanelle do not. They make sure to always be present in their children's lives and if they have to leave them, they know that their kids are safely in the care of Margo and her family. 

“There you are! And there's my two little turtle doves!” Margo announced. The boys perked up at the sound of her voice. 

“Well Hi mom. It's good to see you too.” Marquise replies. 

Margo waved him off and went straight for the twins. 

“Y’know I'm starting to get the sense that you love them more than you love me.” Marquise said to his mother. 

“I do love them more than I love you.” Margo replied. “You’re an adult son. A fully grown old spinster. Whereas my two precious turtle doves are not.” 

Shanelle stifled her laugh. 

“You do realize that I control your paycheck right?” 

“No your daughter does and she’d be pissed at you if you ever withheld it from her grandmother,” Shanelle replies. 

“Indeed she would.”

Marquise groaned. 

“How many times do I have to tell you two that she doesn't get a say?”

Margo and Shanelle looked at each other. 

“Son, how many times have you ever told your daughter no? Don't answer that because I can do that for you: none! You never tell her no.”

“Your mom has a point.” Shanelle added. 

“There’s a first time for everything you know!” 

“Not when it comes to your daughter.” 

“I have to agree with my Queen. You will never ever be able to tell the Princess no.” Margo quipped. 

Marquise cut his eyes at them both before he shook his head. 

“How was your appointment mama?” Marquise asked. 

“It went well. The newest scans show that the cancer has not grown any and Dr. Pollard thinks my treatments are doing wonderfully. He also believes that with things going so well I may be able to stop treatments soon.” Margo replies. 

Marquise closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thank goodness,” Shanelle said. 

Margo smiled at them both. 

“You two have enough to worry about. You don't need to worry about me.”

Marquise pulled her close. 

“Mama we have been over this. As long as I breathe I will always worry about and for you. Especially now. Now have you had a chance to rest?”

“Yes my son I have. And before you ask, yes, I've eaten as well.”

“I wasn't going to ask but thank you for telling me.”

“Suuuuure you weren't.” Shanelle quipped. 

“How was your visit to the track?” Margo asked. 

“Fantastic. The track and stables are beautiful.” Marquise replied. 

“Good. I know how much this meant to you. And to Papa.”

Marquise smiled wistfully. 

“God I miss him. I wish he was here. He would've gone with me and would've charmed everyone.”

“That sounds like George,” Shanelle added. 

“And after you got back he would've told these two adorable little ones everything in stunning detail.” Margo quipped. 

Marquise fixed his face to mimic George. 

“You'll see soon my boys. There will be horses and women! Lots of women! Many for you two to choose from!” 

Margo shook her head with a smile. 

“How I put up with that man for so long even I will never know.” 

“You did it because you loved him. Just like you love me.” 

“Them son.” Margo corrected him, “I love them and their sister.”

“One of these days I'm gonna get you to admit it!”

“Don’t hold your breath son.”

Shanelle snorted just as one of the boys yawned. 

“Uh oh! Sounds like nap time for these two.”

Marquise checked his Apple Watch. 

“Yes, and it’s time to go pick Khari up from school.”

“Okay. I’ll go put them down for their naps. And you and Margo go get the Princess.”

“Deal.” Marquise replies before offering an arm to Margo, “Madam Geaneaux?”

“Merci mon roi,” Margo replied. 

Soon they were off to get the Princess from school. While outside the school gates, Marquise took time to greet the other parents and speak with as many of them as always. When the gates opened up, all of the children came running out. Many were smiling and giggling as they ran to their parents. Seeing the children reminded Margo of when Marquise was little and waiting to be picked up from school. 

“I remember a time when you were this little son,” she whispered to him. 

He smiled at her. 

“I know. I couldn't wait to see you and my mother.”

“I remember she used to always speak to everyone. Like you do.”

When Marquise looked up there was his little girl. Running straight towards him.

“Hi Daddy! Hi Grammy!” she said as she got to them. 

“Hello my love. Did you have a good day at school today?” he asked. 

“Uh huh. I even met our new Headmaster. She said you and her went to school together.”

“Really?” he asked. 

“Yeah. Her name is Lady Josselyn Gallagher.” Khari replies. 

Margo looked at her son. 

“Gallagher? Like Lord Gallagher of Comery Isle?” Margo asked. 

“Yes. Lady Josselyn is his oldest sister.” Marquise replied. 

“Interesting.”

“That’s one way to put it.” 

As soon as Marquise said that, Lady Gallagher came walking out of the gates and made a beeline for His Majesty. 

“Your Majesty! It's great to see you. It's been far too long.”

“You as well my lady.” Marquise replied. 

“I should have known this bright beautiful girl was your daughter,” she said, gesturing to Khari. “How have you been Marquise?”

“Your Majesty. My lady.” Marquise corrected her. 

“Yes. My apologies. How have you been, Your Majesty?”

“I’ve been well, thank you. The last I heard you were teaching in Edinburgh.”

“Yes, I was. But I began to feel homesick and when Earl Rickards retired as Headmaster I applied for the vacancy. And the rest is history.”

“Well, it's good to have you here. If you'll excuse us.”

Lady Gallagher nodded politely. 

“Of course my King.”

Marquise escorted Margo and Khari to the waiting motorcade. Once inside Khari spoke. 

“Daddy can we stop for a snack?” she asked. 

“Sure. What would you like?”

“Apple turnovers!” she replied. 

“Mama?” he asks Margo. 

“I agree with the Princess,” Margo replies. 

“Turnovers it is!”

“And Cinnamon Rolls for Mommy. And maybe some apple juice for the boys,” Khari added. 

“Very well my love.”

Marquise turned to the driver. 

“Diego can you take us to Bookaholic Cafe please?”

Soon they were off to the cafe for snacks then to the palace. Later after helping Khari with her homework, playtime with the boys, a very animated family dinner, bubble baths, and bedtime stories, the Royals were relaxing by a fire in the Residence. 

“Now this is more like it. A glass of Lowyn Black, a roaring fire, and my human pillow.” Shanelle said with contented sigh. 

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“Shhhh! Less talkie more laying still.”

Marquise rolled his eyes good naturedly. 

“I met Khari’s new Headmaster today.”

“Really?” Shanelle asked. 

“Yup. Lady Josselyn Gallagher is the new Headmaster.”

Shanelle sat up slightly. 

“Gallagher as in?” she asked. 

“You sound like mom. But to answer your question, yes, THAT Gallagher. She's his oldest sister. She and I went to school together. In addition to being the ladies football captain, she was one of Naya’s best friends.” Marquise replies. 

Shanelle groaned. 

“Of course she was…is she going to be a problem?” Shanelle asks. 

“No I don't think so. While her brother and sister-in-law may be a pain in the ass, she's not. At least she shouldn't be.” Marquise replied. 

“Famous last words.” Shanelle muttered. 

“Besides she knows she can be removed from her post as Headmaster.” 

“She can?” Shanelle asks. 

“Yes. The school advisory panel who hired her sent over her contract. There's a clause in the contract that specifically states that I can remove her if I find she's harmful to the children at the school.” Marquise replied. 

“I wonder how her brother feels.”

“He’s probably thrilled. Although Josselyn had no interest in courtly politics when we were growing up, I'm sure she has mild interest now. Especially when her brother is a Head Of State.”

“I’m really starting to not like that family.”

“Josselyn is harmless. She used to have a crush on Bannon growing up but he always turned her down.”

“Smart man.” Shanelle quipped. 

Marquise shook his head. 

“Now onto more exciting matters. Like the Derby in two weeks. I'm so excited.”

“I know my dad is too. He and mama said they'd arrive with the kids.”

“Good. I'm excited for our children to see the stables and feed the horses.”

“I’m not too sure the boys will get it though.” 

“Oh I’m sure they won't but at least they'll look cute.”

“True.” 

The couple enjoyed the rest of their quiet evening together. Sipping wine and being snuggled up together. A few days later Shanelle found herself back home in New York for New York Fashion Week. She also took the time to spend time with her parents. 

“It's good to have you home Butterfly,” Shantel said to her daughter. 

“Oh please. You’re just excited that we’re going to the fashion show tonight.” Damian piped up. 

Shantel rolled her eyes. 

“Oh, hush! I could've gone for years if someone would've taken me, Mr. Ambassador.” 

“If I've told you once then I've told you a thousand times Shantel, I am not sitting through five hours of ugly-looking walking planks wearing fishnet!” Damien fussed. 

“Okay break it up you two! Besides, it's time for us to go mama.”

“I’m so excited.”

Damien shook his head with a smile. 

“Enjoy my loves.”

“Byeeeee!” they said as they walked out the door. 

They arrived at the Alexander McQueen show early enough to get backstage and meet a few of the models and designers, before taking their seats and being awed by the show. Later that night after Shanelle and her mother got back it was all Shantel wanted to talk about. Just as Shanelle got ready for bed, her father popped his head in to speak. 

“Do you know your mother hasn’t shut up yet?” He asks. 

Shanelle snorted. 

“Leave her alone. She had an amazing time.”

Damien shook his head with a smile as sat down on the edge of her bed. 

“I know. It’s all I’m going to hear about for the next millennia.”

“Stop it, Daddy.”

“Did you enjoy yourself my love?” Damien asks. 

“I did. I enjoy the shows. Next year I’m going to Paris Fashion Week.” she replies. 

“Please don’t take your mother. She’ll never let me live it down.”

“No promises.”

Damien smiled before leaving her bedroom. After a FaceTime call to her husband to tell her babies goodnight she went on to bed. The next few days were a blur of shows, shopping, and photos. Shanelle was asked by designer Christian Siriano himself to pose for his Haute Couture Line. But what she was most excited about was having a quiet dinner with her Dad. 

“Have you had fun this week?” Damien asks. 

“Have I ever! It's been so much fun.” Shanelle replies. 

“Good. I'm happy you've had a blast. How are things in the kingdom?” he asked. 

“Pretty good. Marquise has been interviewing people to fill an official position,” she replies. 

“Oh? What position?”

“Education Minister.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Duke Francis has decided to retire at the end of the month. So this week he's doing interviews.” 

“I wonder…” Damien trailed off. 

“Wonder what Daddy?”

“I wonder if he'd offer your mother the position.”

“Uh Daddy Mom retired, remember?”

“You know your mother has never stayed away from the one thing she loves besides her family. She's been hosting workshops left and right for months.”

Shanelle smiled softly. 

“I should've known that she'd never truly walk away. I'll text him and have him interview with her. More than likely the job is hers.”

“Of course. She's an educator at her core.”

“And the schedule will give her the flexibility that her teaching job didn't necessarily give her.”

“Besides, your mother never really liked Burgess. She always said he was too stuffy for the role.”

“In her defense, Mom wasn't wrong.”

The two laughed. 

After spending time with her parents, Shanelle couldn't leave New York without seeing her nieces and nephew. As soon as she got to Dee's, AJ came barreling out of the house, nearly knocking Shanelle down. Not that she minded. 

“TiTi!”

“Hi, pretty girl!”

“TiTi come to see me?”

Shanelle’s heart nearly melted. 

“Yes, Precious, I came to see you.”

“Yayyyy! I missed you TiTi.”

“I missed you too sweetheart.”

When Shanelle looked up at the entrance Dee was standing there shaking her head with a smile. 

“I swear you two are so dramatic.”

“Whatever! You’re just jealous!”

Shanelle put AJ down long enough to hug her mother. 

“It's good to see you Nelle,” Dee said. 

“Same love.”

The girls have been friends for years. It's always a good time when they get together. After playing with AJ until she fell asleep Shanelle got to see and hold her youngest niece and nephew and catch up with Dee. 

“I swear nothing beats that new baby smell.”

“Unless it's a dirty diaper.” Dee quipped. 

“True.”

The girls laughed. 

“How are you doing babe? Really.” Shanelle asked. 

Dee chuckled softly. 

“You never stop,” Dee replies. 

“How long have you known me, Ms. Day?” 

“As you always say forever and a day. But to answer your question, I'm doing good. James and I are in a great place. We have these beautiful little ones. Our businesses are booming. We're good I promise.” Dee replied. 

“Good. It does my heart good to see you happy.”

“Thanks, Nelle. I know you worry about me and trust me I appreciate it and you more than you know but I promise I'm okay.”

“Alright, love.”

“How are Marquise and the kids?” Dee asked. 

“Driving me crazy. I'm kidding. The boys are toddling all over the place. Khari is bossing everyone in my damn house around. And their daddy is the same lovable beanstalk he's always been. We're good love.” Shanelle replies. 

Dee laughed. 

“Stop calling him that.”

“I will do no such thing! It's not my fault he's 6’5.”

“Be nice Nelle.”

“Oh, be quiet! The only reason you’re defending him is because he has Bookaholic cater his meetings on top of the fact he and Khari always go to the cafe after she gets outta school.” 

“Exactly. He and your dad are two of my best customers. Marquise has had us cater all his meetings as well as catering breakfast and lunch for your palace staff since we opened there and your dad is always buying three dozen chocolate croissants and two large Dark Roast coffees with hazelnut cream and sugar from our flagship.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes good-naturedly. 

“Okay. And when those two eat you out of stock don't dare you call me! Because I ain't got nothing to do with it!” Shanelle warned. 

The girls laughed. 

“Thank you for coming to check on us. I appreciate it so much.”

“Always my love. It's what family does.”

Dee hugged her. 

“I love you, Nelle.”

“I love you too babe.”

Meanwhile, in Cordonia, Marquise was about to interview his mother-in-law for the position of Education Minister. When he called her on FaceTime she picked up with a smile. 

“Hello, son in love. How are you?” she asked. 

“I'm doing good Mom,” he replied. 

“How are my grandbabies?” 

“They're good. Khari is at school doing God knows what. And the boys are here but I put them down for a nap. I was hoping you had a free moment.”

“For the King? Always honey. How can I help you?” Shantel asks. 

Marquise chuckled. 

“I’ll get to the point. I have an opportunity for you.”

“Oh? What kind of opportunity?” she asked.

“Duke Francis has decided to retire at the end of the month. And I now have to fill his position as Education Minister. And after having interviews all week I was hoping to have you take the position.” he replied. 

“You want me?! According to the law Marquise, that position is only to be filled by someone of noble status.”

“To be fair, you are married to a Prince and you were given the title of Duchess by his father, your daughter is the Queen of Cordonia, and your grandchildren are the Heirs to the throne. So I think that counts towards you having noble status.”

Shantel snorted. 

“This is nepotism, son.”

“This is politics.”

“Uh-huh. Who put you up to this?” Shantel asks.

“Your daughter might have not so lightly suggested that this position is perfect for you. And when I asked your husband, he agreed,” he replies. 

Shantel shook her head with a smile. 

“And they know as well as I do that education has been your entire purpose in life. You love championing and advocating for students and educators. I also know that even though you retired, you never really stepped away. This is an opportunity for you to continue your amazing work while having flexibility. So what do you say, Mom?” 

“What are the duties of being the Education Minister?” she asks. 

“You would review, revise, and set the curriculum for the school year. You are also the one who hires, reprimands, and fires the leaders of every school board in Cordonia. In terms of Cordonia University and the smaller colleges, their curriculum is set based on the different majors, but you would still be able to see and add or change the course requirements, and you would oversee admissions as well as write the standards for that and you would oversee college staff members, and you would also be required to quarterly meetings with administrators four times a year.” he replies. 

Shantel nodded. 

“That's not bad. Would I have to move?” she asks. 

“I knew you'd ask that. Like I told Damien no. You wouldn't have to move if you don't want to. If you choose to stay where you are I would have an office for you set up here in the Parliamentary Building but your primary office would be at the Consulate in New York.” 

“You really do think of everything son.”

Marquise snickered. 

“I try.”

Shantel smiled. 

“Alright son-in-love you've convinced me. If you’re truly offering me the position, I will gladly accept.”

Marquise let out a sigh of relief. 

“It's yours, Your Grace.”

“Thank you, honey. It's an honor.”

“The honor is mine. We’ll talk more about it after the race.”

“Sounds good. I'll see you soon, son. Give my babies a hug and kiss from me.”

“Will do, Mom.”

Just as he hung up with his mother-in-law, his wife called. 

“Hey, beautiful!”

“Hey yourself handsome. How'd it go with mom?” she asked. 

“We tentatively have a new Education Minister,” he replies. 

“Yay! I'm so glad she agreed.”

“We’ll talk more about it after the race but for now we celebrate.” 

“It'll be so good to have her at the helm.”

“Indeed. How is your trip, my love?”

“Amazing! I can't wait to show you and Khari everything.”

“How many bags are you bringing back?” he asks. 

“Enough to make you thankful that I only fly private,” she replied. 

“Oh for the love of God,” he said with a groan. 

“Oh quit bitching! I got gifts for you, the kids, and a new Birkin for your mom.”

“What is it with you women and those overpriced handbags?” he grumbled. 

“Quiet!” she snapped at him. 

Marquise shook his head with a smile just as one of the twins woke up from their nap. 

“Sounds like one of the littles is waking up. Be right back.”

“Okay.”

Marquise switched off his camera and then returned with one of the boys in his arms. 

“My love look,” he whispered to his half-awake son, “there's your mother.”

Zyon blinked sleepily and when he looked up to see his mom he half smiled. 

“Hi, Pumpkin! I miss you. I'll see you tomorrow okay?” 

Zyon just laid his head on his father’s shoulder and yawned. 

“Let me deal with him and I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay. I'll see you and them tomorrow. Love you.”

“I love you too, my love.”

The next day Shanelle was home and bearing gifts. Toys for her children, new cologne for her husband, and as promised a new Birkin bag for Margo. 

“Oh, it's beautiful, Your Majesty! You shouldn't have.” 

“Nonsense! You had been wishing for this bag for months. Besides, I promised your daughter and granddaughters that I'd get it for you when I was in New York.”

Margo shook her head with a smile. 

“Thank you, Shanelle. Truly.”

“Don't thank me. Thank your son. It was his card I used.”

Marquise made a face. 

“The only reason I won't make a fuss is because you had a good reason to use my card. Also, give me my card back! What is wrong with you?!” 

Shanelle handed him his card back as he grumbled. 

“Now if you two will excuse me, I've been away from my babies for far too long. I'm due for some twin snuggles.”

And off she went to be with her littlest ones. That following week they hosted many other royal allies, and then that weekend the family was getting ready for the Derby. While Khari was getting ready with her grandmothers, Shanelle was getting the twins ready. 

“Okay, you two. Let's get dressed.”

Unfortunately, the boys would rather play with their pups. 

“We don't want to be late boys. Your daddy will have a fit.”

She managed to get Kylo dressed but Zyon wasn't ready to go yet. Instead of getting dressed, Zyon took off down the hall in nothing but a diaper. 

“Zyon, come back here!” 

The giggling 10-month-old ran from his mother and almost ran past his father. 

“Whoa! And where are you going my love?” he asked as he picked up his son. “Now now, we will have time to play later. But right now we have to get ready.”

Marquise returned Zyon to his mother so he could get dressed and they could get ready as well. Soon the family was off to the racetrack. When they got to the stables, their daughter was excited to see the horses. 

“Come on Daddy! Let's go!” Khari said before taking off towards the horses. 

“Wait for your brothers!” he replied as he pushed the stroller with the twins. 

Khari stopped long enough for him to catch up. 

“Sorry.”

“No worries. Besides you can't feed the horses without apples now can you?” Marquise asked. 

Khari shook her head no. 

“Now let's go feed the horses.”

His Majesty helped the children feed the horses although the boys didn't quite understand that the apples were for the horses, but they had fun nonetheless. 

“How was it?” Shanelle asked her husband. 

“They had a blast. The horses are beautiful and they were so gentle and patient.” Marquise replies. 

They soon left the stables and headed to the red carpet. Their Majesties watched as Shanelle’s parents and Margo escorted their kids on the red carpet. The little ones stole the show. Many of the paparazzi clamored to get pictures of the smiling young royals. 

“Look at my babies!” Shanelle whispered proudly. 

Marquise shook his head with a small chuckle. 

“My poor boys. They don't know what to do. It's adorable.”

“There was a time that you didn't either.”

“True I didn't. But I'm thankful that they have their sister and our parents with them.” 

They watched as Khari helped her brothers walk up the red carpet steps. 

“Well my Queen, it's showtime.”

“I live for this.”

“You or your ego?” he asked.

“Both,” she replies. 

Marquise snickered as they walked the red carpet. The couple had the paparazzi buzzing about their outfits and especially Shanelle’s flowery headpiece. 

“I will never understand why I let you talk me into letting you wear this thing.”

“Simple. You didn't say anything because you knew I'd look good in it.”

“True. It's just huge!”

“That's the point, Your Majesty.”

“You just love to be over the top.”

“Your fault.”

“Indeed it is.”

The couple walked into their new private box where their entire family was mingling about. When they got there Shanelle spotted Damien staring and smiling wistfully at a portrait of his parents. She walked over to him and laid her chin on his shoulder. 

“Are you okay Daddy?” she asked. 

“Yes my darling, I'm fine. I had almost forgotten about this portrait. This was commissioned after their 10th wedding anniversary. They look so young.” Damien said to her. 

“It was found in the archives a few months ago, and it was faded and covered in dust. So I had it restored and had it hung here in their honor and yours.”

Damien smiles softly. 

“Thank you my darling. They would've been thrilled to see it.”

“I know you miss them. Especially today. But they're here Daddy. And they're happy.”

Damien kissed the back of his daughter's hand. 

“I know.”

Khari worked over to them

“Who’s that mommy?” Khari asked. 

“They're my grandparents. Pop Pop’s mom and dad.” Shanelle replied. 

Khari looked up at the portrait and smiled. 

“Your mom is very pretty Pop Pop.”

Damien smiled. 

“Thank you, sunshine. She would've loved to be here today. She and my father loved horses and horse racing.” 

“Did they have horses?” Khari asked. 

“Mmmhmm. Every time we had a new foal in the stables I got to name them.” Damien replies. 

“Like me?” she asked. 

“Just like you. You have to remember sunshine, Pop Pop is a Prince,” he replied. 

“One of the best Princes ever.” 

“Thank you, sweetheart. Now let's go grab a bite to eat.” 

“Okay, Pop Pop! Let's go.” Khari said as she took his hand and they walked over to where the buffet was. 

Shanelle stayed looking at the portrait as her mother walked up behind her. 

“I thought you were gonna tell him about the portrait, Mom,” Shanelle said to her mother. 

“I was but I wanted to see the look of shock and love on his face,” Shantel replies. 

Shanelle smiled wistfully. 

“I miss them. There are days where I wish they were here to guide me.”

“They are here, baby. They're always here.”

Shanelle smiled at her mother.

“Marquise and Daddy are always telling me that they'd be proud of me. It's just sometimes I wish I could hear them say it.”

“I know honey. And your dad and husband are right. Your grandparents would be so proud of you.”

“I know.”

“Good. Now let's go get something to nibble on.”

Shanelle followed her mother over to the buffet. After grabbing food, Shanelle joined her husband at the podium. It was time for them to give the opening remarks. 

“Good afternoon to one and all. Today is a fine day for a race wouldn't you all agree? Today is the first running of the Cordonian Derby in nearly 5 years. That's a long time for a lot of us. It has been a long road to get here. After a long wait, we will all get to experience our kingdom’s oldest and most celebrated pastime. And now I believe Her Majesty has but one thing to say.” 

“Let the races begin!” Shanelle announced. 

Soon a flurry of bettors were seen running to place a bevy of bets. Including many in their family. Namely Logan. He. Marquise and Damien were sitting in the King’s lounge.

“$98, $99, $85,000.00!” he announced triumphantly after counting his winnings. 

“Well done Logan,” Damien said to him. 

“Thanks Pop.”

“That's nothing. Wait until the main race. You could win up to quadruple that.” Marquise said as he pulled out his cigar case. 

“Cigars? Have I ever told you that I love coming here?” Logan asks. 

Marquise snorted before passing a cigar to both Logan and his father-in-law.

“Come to Papa!” 

“Thank you, son.”

“Of course. It's a special occasion so it's time for the rarities.” 

“How rare?” Logan asked. 

“These are El Rey De España cigars,” Marquise replies. 

Logan whistled impressed as he lit his cigar. 

“I can't believe you got your hands on these. They only produce 20 cases a year.”

“I know. I bought the company and the towns surrounding it in Cuba a few months after I got married. They make them for me all the time, but they only publicly produce 20 cases a year because that's all I'm willing to give up.”

That piqued Logan’s interest.

“Would it be too much?” Logan asked. 

“Yeah yeah. I’ll have a couple of cases sent to you for Christmas like I do Damien,” Marquise replies. 

 “I knew big sis marrying you would pay off for me.”

A waiter brought a bottle of whiskey and three glasses of ice. 

“For you and your guests Your Majesty.”

“Thank you, Vander. That will be all.”

The waiter bowed before leaving. 

“It's like you're trying to spoil me!”

“Go to hell, Logan,” Marquise replied as he poured drinks for the three of them. “Gentlemen, salud.”

They clinked their drinks before downing them. Meanwhile, Shanelle was catching up with her girls. 

“It's so beautiful here,” Bronwyn said. 

“Thank you, babe. My husband put a lot of thought, time, and effort into this.”

“Forget the grounds. Can we talk about the food? These little steak crostini things are everything!” Robin piped up. 

Shanelle laughed. 

“I'm glad you like them, baby.”

“How are you, Nelle?” Bronwyn asks. 

“I'm good love. I'm happy that today is finally here. And so far it's been an amazing success. Everything has gone off without a hitch.” 

Just then an attendant walked up to the girls. 

“Pardon the interruption my Queen but there's someone here to see you.”

The girls looked at each other. 

“Who is it?” Shanelle asked. 

That's when Khari’s Headmaster walked up. 

“Good afternoon, Your Majesty! I'm Khari’s Headmaster. Lady Josselyn Gallagher.” she said to Shanelle. 

“Good afternoon Headmaster Gallagher. It's good to finally meet you.” Shanelle replied. 

“Indeed. I wanted to introduce myself since we haven't had the chance to meet. Khari talks about you and her father all the time.”

“I'm sure she does.”

“Well, I won't take up too much of your time. Again, I just wanted to introduce myself to you.”

“Thank you, Headmaster. We’ll talk soon.”

Lady Gallagher bowed her head before leaving. When Shanelle sat back down, the girls noticed the slight agitation on her face. 

“Okay, spill,” Rob said to Shanelle. 

“What?” Shanelle replies. 

“Who the hell was that and why do you look like you were ready to knock her ass out?” Robin asks. 

Bronwyn snickered at the look on Shanelle’s face. 

“You make me sound violent, Ro.”

“You are violent!” they replied. 

Shanelle sucked her teeth. 

“Trollops! The both of you!”

“Answer the question, Nelle.”

“First off, I was not about to knock her ass out. Thank you very much.”

Bron and Rob looked at each other.

“And second, that is the new Headmaster of Khari’s school.” 

“Okay fine, so you weren't gonna punch her lights out. That still doesn't answer Rob’s question of why do you look like that?” Bronwyn said. 

“You remember me telling y'all and the girls about the new Head of State for Comery Isle. Lord Gallagher?” Shanelle asked. 

“Yeah. Isn't he the one who was sitting on YOUR throne the first time y'all met?” Robin replies. 

“Yup. And you girls just met his oldest sister. Oh and not only was she in class with my husband, she used to be his ex’s best friend.”

The girls looked at each other. 

“Do we need to handle a problem?” Bronwyn asked. 

“And you know I carry my knucks with me,” Robin added. 

“And you two scallywags have the audacity to call me violent. While I appreciate the eagerness you two have to put your feet up somebody’s ass, stop it! So far she hasn't even shown an ounce of interest in anything that has to do with politics.” Shanelle replies. 

“And what does that mean to the people here?” Rob asks. 

“Besides nothing,” Bronwyn added. 

Shanelle snorted. 

“This is why I love you two. It means she has no interest in politics. At least not right now.”

“Okay. But you know that if she's ever feeling froggy.” Bronwyn warned. 

Shanelle cackled. 

“Girl! Bye! You live in California! You can't do anything to her.”

“Shit! The hell I can't. Don't think for one second that I won't hop on my plane to come jam my foot up somebody's ass!” 

Rob and Shanelle died laughing. 

“Calm down Crusher!” Rob said to her. 

“Yeah. Besides, if she ever becomes a problem I always know who to call.” Shanelle said. 

“As long as you know.” Bronwyn quipped. 

“Chile! It's almost time for the main race so I'm gonna go get the boys. I'll be right back.”

That's when Shanelle walked from where the girls were sitting into the lounge where the guys were. 

“I knew I'd find you three underneath all this cigar smoke.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Marquise asked. 

“Indeed I am,” Shanelle replied while pouring herself a drink, “I came here to tell you three that it's almost time for the main race.” 

Marquise checked his watch. 

“So it is. Well, let's go.”

Logan was the first to stand up. 

“More money for meeeeee!” he sang. 

“You sound like a kid in a candy store,” Shanelle said to him. 

“I am a kid in a candy store!” he said matter-of-factly as he walked out. 

Soon everyone was seated and awaiting the main race. The winner of the race won the entire box money. With Logan winning an additional $340,000.00. 

Later that night after everyone had gone to bed, the Royals enjoyed a nightcap. 

“Today was a success, Your Majesty. You should be proud.” Shanelle said to her husband. 

“I am. It's been a long time coming. I'm glad everyone had a good time and won a little pocket change.”

“I'm happy with all the money we raised. I remember a time when it wasn't always like that.” 

“True. Did you enjoy spending time with the girls?” he asks. 

“I always do. I even met someone interesting today.”

“Oh? Who?” he asked. 

“Your daughter's Headmaster. She came and formally introduced herself,” she replied. 

Marquise took a thoughtful sip of his drink. 

“She was sitting in her brother’s box so it's only natural that she'd want to introduce herself to you since you two have never met.”

“Maybe. Or maybe her brother sent her over to size me up.”

“I don’t think so. She's not the type to dare the wrath of her King. Her brother is. He's impulsive and arrogant as hell; whereas she's more calculated and measured. Besides, I think she enjoys her job as an educator more than anything.”

“I will take your word for it. In the meantime, I have wine to finish.”

“You do that. I'm gonna go check on our children.”

“They're sleeping, babe.” 

Marquise shrugged helplessly. 

“Bad habit.”

Shanelle shook her head. 

“This is true. Okay, go check on them.” 

Shanelle watched her husband disappear down the hall before she went back to her wine. 

A few days later Marquise was going over a budget proposal for the kingdom when he heard a loud commotion outside his office. 

“What in the world is going on?” he thought. 

That's when a guard ran into his office. 

“Your Majesty! Come quick!” 

“What is it?” 

“It's Mrs. Geaneaux. She's fallen.”

He felt like his heart stopped.

“What?! Where is she?!” he asked. 

“This way.” the guard replied before he led Marquise to where Margo had fallen. When he got to her she was just starting to regain her standing. 

“Mama! Are you alright? What happened?” he asks her. 

“I'm fine, my dear. I just got a little dizzy, that's all,” she replies. 

“Here let me help you up.” 

Marquise slowly helped her to her feet. He quickly scanned her to make sure she wasn't seriously injured. 

“Are you hurt?” he asked. 

“Only my pride, my love. I'm okay,” she replied. 

“Let's get you to my office so you can have a place to sit down,” he said to her, “where is your cane?”

“Right here, Your Majesty.” a young guard holding her cane replied. 

“Thank you,” Marquise said to the guard before turning his attention back to his mother, “can you walk? Do you need a wheelchair?”

“No no. I can walk.”

Taking his arm and walking gingerly, Margo walked with Marquise back to his office. Once inside he led her to the sofa and helped her sit down. 

“Thank you, my son.” 

Marquise turned to the female guard holding Margo’s cane. 

“Let her son Bannon and my wife know that she's here and that she's fallen.”

“At once Your Majesty.” 

The guard handed Marquise her cane before leaving. 

“Mama, are you sure you’re not hurt?” he asked. 

“Yes. I promise I'm fine. It was just a fall Marquise.” she replies. 

“Fall my ass. You aren't even supposed to be here today. What are you doing here Mama? You should be at home resting.” Marquise fussed. 

“This is my home son.”

“Mama you know what I mean! You had another round of treatments today. And when you have those treatments, you are supposed to be at home when they're done. We've been over this!” Marquise snapped at her. 

Marquise shook his head sadly.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. I had no right.” 

Margo just smiled. 

“Come here.”

“What?” he asks. 

“Come. Here,” she replied. 

When he sat next to her, she wrapped him in the motherly hug he knew all too well. 

“My boy. My sweet beautiful boy. I'm not angry about your concern for me. And I'm sorry if my fall scared you. But assure you that I'm alright.”

Marquise took a deep breath. 

“I know…I just panicked when I saw you.”

Margo smiled warmly at him. 

“You never stop. You are determined to protect me.”

“You always protected me so it's the very least that I can do.”

Just then her oldest son Bannon came rushing in. 

“A guard came and got me. What happened?” he asked. 

“She fell,” Marquise replied. 

“And he's making a big fuss of it.” Margo quipped. 

“As he should! You aren't supposed to be here mother.” 

“Oh for the love of God! Both of you stop it! I have the right to come and go in this palace as I please!” Margo fussed. 

“And I'm starting to regret granting it to you,” Marquise muttered. 

“His Majesty has a point.”

Margo gave them both a look that shut them right up. 

“Much better. Now I came here because I would've been bored at home. And as much as I love that my two oldest boys want to look out for me, I am fine. Nothing is broken or bruised. Outside of my pride that is.”

The men looked at each other.

“If your Papa could never get me to change my mind, neither can the two of you.”

“How does she do that?” Bannon asked Marquise. 

“I have no idea,” Marquise replies. 

Marquise sighed. 

“Will you let us take you to your room here?” Bannon asked.

“Yes. If it'll make you both feel better. And before either one of you says anything, I promise to rest for the remainder of the day.” Margo replied.

“Very well. Let's get you comfortable.”

After being helped up, Margo walked with her sons on either side of her to her bedroom in the palace. It was right across the hall from Khari and the twins. 

“Thank you both for helping me to my room.”

“Do you need anything, Mother?” Bannon asked. 

“Just some water. And maybe a turkey club.” Margo replied. 

“Of course Madam,” Bannon said to her with a bow before turning to Marquise, “thank you, brother. I'm glad you were there and that she wasn't alone.”

“Of course. It's what family does.”

Bannon smiled gratefully.

“Indeed. I'll be back.”

10 minutes after Bannon left, Shanelle came in with the twins. 

“A guard told me what happened. Are you okay Margo?” she asks. 

“Yes, my dear. I'm fine. It was just a dizzy spell.” Margo replies. 

“I'd prefer it if you didn't have any of those. Thank you.”

Margo chuckled. 

“I’ll try.”

Shanelle set the boys down and they wobbled their way over to their grandmother. 

“Hello, my sweet turtle doves. Have you come to check on me too?” Margo asked them. 

Their only reply was to snuggle in her arms. 

“Oh, you two came to give me snuggles. I will gladly accept them.” Margo said to the twins as she snuggled them close. 

Marquise smiled at seeing them together. He then turned his attention to his wife. 

“Can we talk?” he asked Shanelle, who simply nodded. “We’ll be right back Mama.”

“No rush. I have my turtle doves to keep me company.” 

Marquise led his wife outside before letting out a breath he'd been holding in. 

“Are you okay?” Shanelle asked him. 

“No. I mean she looks fine but when I got to her…” Marquise replies. 

“I know. But as George always said, she's a lot stronger than we give her credit for.”

“Yeah. She is. I'm still going to have Dr. Wembley look her over just to be sure that nothing is broken and that her port looks good.”

Shanelle nodded. 

“I won't try to talk you out of it.”

“Thank you. I know I'm being overprotective.”

Shanelle rubbed his arms. 

“I know Margo well enough to know that she appreciates it. She knows you love her. And she knows you will do any and everything in your power to keep her safe, protected, and healthy.”

Marquise leaned his head against hers. 

“Thank you, my love.”

“Always. Now you stay with your mom, and I'll go get Khari from school.”

Marquise kissed her forehead softly. 

“Alright. Thank you for understanding.”

Shanelle smiled at him. 

After coming home from school, Khari ran straight to Margo’s room with flowers in hand. She was reading to the twins. 

“Grammy! Are you okay?” Khari asked.

“Yes, my darling. I'm fine. Are those for me?” Margo replies. 

“Yes. Mommy said you had a fall when she came and got me from school. So instead of something to eat, we got you flowers.”

Margo read the worry on Khari’s face. 

“Here, come sit with me and your brothers.”

Khari placed the flowers on the bed and climbed in with her and the twins. 

“There that's much better. Now that I have all of you with me I know I will feel much better.”

Khari smiled sadly.

“Why the long face my dear?” Margo asked.

Khari looked at her guiltily. 

“I got scared that you got hurt and would go away to the happy place like Grandpa,” Khari replied. 

If there was one thing Khari loved, it was her grandmother. 

Margo tilted her chin up and smiled softly. 

“My sweet darling. I promise you that I am not going anywhere. I know you are worried for me and I am so grateful for it and you. But I swear to you that I will be here with you, your brothers, and your cousins for as long as the Good Lord will allow me to be. Okay?”

Khari nodded. 

“Yes ma'am.” 

“That's my girl. Now did you have a good day at school?” Margo asked her. 

“Yes, I did. We had our music theory class. We practiced one of Grandpa’s favorite songs today.” she replied. 

“That's wonderful my love. Do you have homework?” Margo asked. 

“Yes. And I promise I will do my homework but I wanted to see you first and bring you your flowers.” Khari replies. 

“Thank you my darling. It is very sweet of you to think of me.”

Margo pulled her and her brothers close. 

“I love you Grammy,” Khari said. 

“And I love each of you,” Margo replied as she snuggled with the children. 

Marquise watched from the doorway with a smile. When Margo looked up, she smiled at her son. 

Later that night Marquise was standing out on the balcony with a drink in his hand. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Shanelle asked as she walked up. 

“For you? Always,” he replied. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asks. 

He took a sip of his drink. 

“If I was, I wouldn't have this drink in my hand,” he replied. 

She kissed his shoulder.

“This is why I love you. You are always protective of those you love.”

He closed his eyes and smiled softly. 

“You're a good son.”

“Lord knows I try to be.”

Marquise finished his drink before he and Shanelle went to bed. 

You've reached the end of Part 1.

Stay tuned for part two!

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[sinysterautica]

WOAAAH YOU CAN ASK MY CHARACTERS THINGS TOO?!?!!

Also inspired by my friends' askboxes (with @architect-lumicent and @lostchelicerate starting this up), I decided to try this out as well! I haven't talked about my characters that much here on Tumblr, yet, so this would be a nice way to get people a little more informed about my weird head puppets. From left to right, we have RY-MI, LO-RE, Ren-EE, a little lower with their arms wide open R-ELI, SW-AN, that little human Erin Webbs, and finally TA-WN! I would have included my good ol' CO-NA, but he's a massive super computer Architect and drawing him in would have been awkward. He's literally just a bigger RY-MI. Feel free to ask my characters anything! Whether it is lore related, or absolute tomfoolery, just lay it on us. Anonymous asks are also open, I just only ask to keep it PG-13!

More information about the characters after the break. This will double as a character "master post" until I make a separate one.

RY-MI :: This young Architect is the apprentice of CO-NA and specializes in space drydock management, spacecrafts, and other vehicles. He was the best friend of R-ELI while the two were still broodlings and assisted in their escape from their Network's High Order. RY-MI is also notorious for "taking his dad's car without permission" and test driving spacecrafts. LO-RE :: As the designated historian, record keeper, and anthropologist of her closed off faction's Network, LO-RE is incredibly no nonsense. She takes her work incredibly seriously and is currently stationed on 4546B to salvage information, though fortunately she is a tolerant individual. Can't say the same for Erin, though, she hates that poor guy. Ren-EE :: Ahh, the founder of the closed off faction that a majority of my characters are part of. He split of many Architects from the main Network and created his own nation with them due to the Kharaa, but even after the pandemic died down he continued to keep his people in secrecy. While he himself had a rebellious streak and is rather hardheaded, when R-ELI showed the same attitude he was not swift to understand... in fact, he was swift to shun them into the cosmos. R-ELI :: They are an exiled Architect who used to be the apprentice of the High Order. However, due to their very pointed opinions and all the issues they caused for the High Order, they were removed. Forced away, they're now in charge of their own education/research projects, space travels, and creative progression. They also have severe trust issues because they know too much about people and people want to know what it is. They're pretty silly otherwise. SW-AN :: Stationed on 4546B with LO-RE in order to help them navigate the water planet, SW-AN is a well recognized and educated marine biologist. However, he is also fairly antsy and is spooked easily. He is incredibly close to Erin Webbs and is the partner of TA-WN. Erin Webbs :: He is an Alterran who was sent down with the disguised LO-RE and SW-AN in order to carry out Architect research... which was hidden from Alterra otherwise. He tries his hardest to assist the other two as much as possible and he shows a considerable amount of care for them, even if he makes plenty of quips, but LO-RE does NOT want him to know anything at all... well, that's until he finds out they're actually Architects anyways and he's forced to abandon Alterra. TA-WN :: Commonly referred to as the yeehaw Architect, TA-WN is an ex-industrial worker and is now a full time wildlife conservationist. She knows damn well how to pull her weight and throw the weight of others around. CO-NA :: The Commander in Navigation and Armory. His vessel has been altered to be able to hook up to technology all throughout the Network, however he specializes in vehicles, navigation directory and paths, and weaponry. His vessel also doubles as a massive super computer and for these reasons, he mostly stays within a facility and has his apprentice do the work that requires actively moving about. Very chill guy, just needs a ridiculous amount of Architect coffee and a break from Ren-EE. Psst if you made it here, Architeresa / TA-RA is also available to be asked.

#subnautica below zero #subnautica #architect subnautica #architect oc #subnautica oc #ask box #sinysterautica ocs

[aezyrraeshh]

pspsps spare some morana lore if you've any to share?? 👀 i'd love to know what her story is!!

aaaaaaaaaaaa ty so much for the ask ophelia <33 i have quite a lot of info for her already teehee

so, her name, as you could've probably noticed, references the goddess morana, who is associated with rebirth and death, and these motifs are the main ones for morana and her story.

morana was born in menzoberranzan unfortunately, however, she wasn't born to a powerful house or a trading clan, so her early life in the city was very tough, and the way of the city, of course, shaped her character greatly. lolth worship, lack of trust, cruelty are all of the things morana was introduced to since the earliest stages of her life. living in the city of chaos was tough, but she actually did have one person she could rely on-- rylor or ry. they knew each other since they were kids, and they survived together through everything the city threw at them.

morana wanted to attend one of the academies of menzoberranzan to get something out of the city, but she knew she had an almost zero chance in it, but she showed a great potential at manipulating the weave so she used it to her advantage whenever it was needed.

fortunately or unfortunately for her, morana got what she desired and she was noticed by a powerful wizard, lytha, who noticed morana's potential. it wasn't the most.. pleasant apprenticeship bc lytha actually saved morana's life and then kind of made her to serve herself, while also teaching morana magic. morana hated doing lytha's bidding, of course, bc her teacher often forced morana to do things she despised, but morana would still cling to that life bc it was better than the one that was before, and lytha in the unexpected show of mercy, allowed morana to bring ry with her. lytha totally used their desperation for her own gain, but morana knew how to get something useful for her and her greatest friend from this so she pushed through all the bad stuff.

after quite a lot of time, lytha did start to see morana as more of an equal, and taught her the ways of the necromancy. but when it seemed like good times were finally approaching, ry died during one of the raids on the surface, and morana was crushed. the only person she could ever trust, the only stability in her life was gone, and she was overcome with grief and rage, and she couldn't allow it to happen, and the decision to bring ry back was made, and morana made death her enemy, but it never ends well, we all know.

she retrieved ry's body and preserved it as well as she could, and after that she became obsessed. her only purpose was to bring ry back, and she tried so hard, but her attempts always failed. she could make a puppet of his body, could talk to him for a limited amount of time, but ry was never there, what made him him was gone. she was constantly controlling the body, but she didn't want that. she wanted ry back, as it was. each failure meant loosing ry again, so every attempt felt like he died again and again, and morana wasn't managing it well. now, she looked like the dead one, she barely ate, barely slept, she never left her home, and whenever lytha tried to stop her, morana wouldn't listen, she would just double down on her efforts.

so despite the respect and perhaps affection that lytha held for morana, was bled dry, and she dismissed morana, threw her away bc she was no longer useful to her (and lytha secretly hoped that by cutting morana's resources, she would sooner or later abandon the idea all together). after that, she travelled the underdark in search of the way to bring ry back, and during her searches she stumbled to the shadowlands, and there she started to loosing her mind even more. eventually the curse claimed her, and she died near ry. and i imagine her crumbling mind filled with guilt and felling of failure, but also peace bc all is finally over.. crying and screaming

but fate played a cruel joke on her for morana was brought back to life under mysterious circumstances with only fractures of her memory that come to her in her dreams and a void deep within her soul as if she lost something but can't remember what.

#THE TRAGEDY #OF LOVING A PERSON SO MUCH TO BE WILLING TO BREAK THE LAWS OF LIFE FOR THEM TO LOOSE YOURSELF FOR THEM IF IT ALLOW YOU JUST A SECOND TO BE #WITH THEM AGAIN #AND WHEN YOU FINALLY FIND SOME PEACE YOU ARE PUNISHED FOR ALL YOU'VE DONE BY EXPERIENCING YOU FAILURE AND LOSS AGAIN #IT'S A SECOND CHANCE SHE NEVER WANTED FOR HERSLEF #BUT NOW SHE CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER RY'S FACE #HIS MANNERISMS #THEY HAVE ONLY THE FEELING OF HIM TO CLING TO AND NOTHING REMAINING OF YOURSELF #AAAAAAAAA #sorry im normal #the rant turned out to be so long im so sorry #nico.txt #my oc: morana

[thepaintedlady00]

Get to Know That Character! Pierre Sauveterre aka "The Marquis"

For today's sneak peek I decided to give you all a little info on our newly introduced French friend, Pierre. Since he's got a lot of history with Penelope that I most likely won't get to touch on completely in the next chapter I wanted to give you all a more in depth look at him. 😊

"Pierre was the person I trusted most in this world. He had been by my side in my darkest moments and had seen me through it all with kindness, patience and laughter. He was perhaps the most annoying person I'd ever met, but singlehandedly the most loyal and loving individual. I knew he wouldn't betray me, no matter how we left things or how long it'd been since we spoke through the years. Pierre would never betray me, would never do anything to cause me harm, would never abandon me." -Penelope

As shown above the relationship between Penelope and Pierre is complex and built on years of tested trust and loyalty. The pair first meet shortly after Penelope returns to Europe from her years in America (1980, 9 years before her first meeting of Hob Gadling) Pierre is a smuggler, a very good one, that also may or may not dabble in some side criminal activities on the side (arson, illegal boxing rings, and the occasional disposal of dead bodies). He's a gray character that is willing and capable of doing a lot of things deemed bad by society.

So, when he's approached to bring a pretty girl to some weird doctor he agrees. The money is good, like really good, and he's bored. Then he meets her, or well watches his best associates get their asses handed to them in a bar in Paris, and he's hooked. Penelope and Pierre have a long chat about the doctor and his friends and she tells him point blank she's back in Europe to kill them. He's even more intrigued and so they come up with a plan to use her as bait in an attempt to lure out the doctor (who no one has seen in fifty years). That plan goes to shit immediately. Pierre stops a group of white coats from stuffing a half drugged and straight jacket bound Penelope in the back of their van. After he gets the jacket off her she absolutely shuts down, curls into herself in this alley. Pierre stays beside her, talks to her and soothes her until she's ready to leave. And from that day on Pierre not only intercepts any jobs involving her location or capture but tracks down and puts an end to those involved in such things.

Now onto the obvious question, Lady, what's the deal between these two? Pierre and Penelope are the perfect examples of platonic soulmates. They slept together a few times, but in Penelope's words "it was mostly out of convenience. I trusted him, he trusted me, we didn't have to think about potential dangers or something going wrong. We didn't have to think." Now, Pierre flirts with anything that moves (except Johanna Constantine) and will tease and poke and prod until someone kicks his ass, but there are no romantic feelings between the pair (not that our possessive & protective Dream is going to care much about if he has to watch Pierre flirt and be close to with his lady 👀)

I hope this is something you guys enjoy! I loved making it! 😊

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[againtodreaming]

hiii :3 for the 3 things ask game hehe (it's nice that you found this in my blog again, i tried to find it but couldn't lmao ;-;)

3 things you are the most passionate about

3 topics you’d love to learn more about

3 quotes that have a special place in your life

Hiii Johnny!! :D Tysm for the asks <33

@vinylbiohazard you also asked this one: 

3 things you are the most passionate about:

idk like, fiction-fandoms-writing-art like all that storytelling emotion stuff?

learning

family/friends

3 topics you’d love to learn more about

History

Literature

Anthropology

3 quotes that have a special place in your life:

Edit: WHY DID U ASK ME THIS?!? 😭 You are going to kill me but anyways—:

Edit #2: ………ended up deciding to go big or go home during the last quarter of my time spent on this response so ahh…beware? ┐('～`;)┌ (^◇^；) 

…okay so I tried to pick a few but I can’t, okay? 🥲 I’m indecisive and my quotes would feel so betrayed if I picked one over the other one so I’ll just break the rules and put…every quote that came to mind (and then I had to look them up bc I only got a few of them completely memorized): 

Nakahara Chūya:

“When I consider, it's easy. / In the end it's a question of will. / I must muddle through. / As long as I do that, it's all right, // I think but nonetheless, / that winter evening when I was twelve. / The steam whistle that echoed / in the sky above the port, where is it now?” Innocent Song

“O song of the skies, song of the sea, / I think I now understand the essence of beauty, / Even so, it’s tough, I can’t escape this idleness!” Exhaustion

“I am not completely quiet in the midst of that desolation. / I am seeking something, always seeking something / in the midst of this terrible immobility, but also terribly impatient. / For the sake of this, my appetites and lusts are as nothing.” The Voice of Life (this one is translated by Paul Mackintosh and Maki Sugiyama and there is also a version of this in the latest Ry Beville translation but I read this one first and I like better how it flows so yep, went with this translation) (...I really need to learn Japanese to read the original sobs) (if it wasn't so long, I would also add part III of The Voice of Life here) (...and some other parts…a lot of parts…these poems are just so good, okay? 😭💖)

“O eyes of mine, wide open with doubt, / O eyes, momentarily unmoving while wide open, / O heart, trusting too much beyond my self, / O expectation of mine, you old, dark air, / Be gone from me, be gone! / I entertain myself with nothing but my meager dreams” – Poem of the Sheep (I memorized this one with another translation but this is from the bilingual edition/new translations by Ry Beville book so yeah, chose this translation for now)

“Today, though, I return to who I am / Like a stretched rubber band released // And thus, from the window of this idleness / I spread out my index finger like a folding fan, // Inhale blue skies      imbibe the calm / And like a frog afloat on water // I see the stars of night come night / O    depths of sky, the depths of sky.” Exhaustion (I have several faves in Exhaustion but yeah, I would say these 2 are the ones I like most? …okay, only the ones I had mostly memorized bc every line is amazing) (also memorized the earlier translation but this is the one in the new translations book so–)

…can't resist, last one, promise, this one is also from The Voice of Life: “No matter what, it is indescribable! / Sometimes I want to explain it briefly, but / since it’s inexplicable, indescribable, I believe my life is worth living. / That’s reality! Unsullied happiness! Anything anyhow is good!” (honestly, just this entire poem)

(Spring Day’s Caprice is also amazing, doesn’t rank as high as the poems I mentioned above but still, the only reason I’m not adding it here too is bc I can’t pick a verse without feeling I’m doing it a complete injustice bc it’s…like you need to read it whole. Like, the same goes for the other poems but this one is like…it feels too much like a united progression to be able to take a quote away, it would feel like taking the meaning away ig?)

Alice in Wonderland: 

“I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then.” (stuck with me when I first read when I was like 10 or 11 maybe and and even more relatable now)

“That's just the trouble with me, I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.” (this one echoes in my head every time I don’t follow my own advice 😅)

Dazai Osamu:  BSD: 

“But your anguish isn’t yours alone. What should one do, when what they want to be isn’t what they’re best at? Everyone fights, searching for the correct way to live their lives. What do they seek by fighting? How ought they live? No one can say. All we have is the right to waver. Like stray dogs that have hit rock bottom.” (gave me hope and some direction)

Schoolgirl (blaming @yumaisbored—hope u don't mind the tag 😅—for it becoming a favorite look how many quotes I copied here and I highlighted a lot more bc there was just so much, this one stabbed me straight through the heart and I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT o(*>ω<*)o) (most of these ones are too long to have memorized and I haven’t read this a million times like I’ve done with my favorite Nakahara’s poems but I remembered the gist of each one and just had to look up my highlighted in orange parts) (this story has no right to be so relatable): 

“The truth is that I secretly love what seems to be my own individuality, and I hope I always will, but fully embodying it is another matter. I always want everyone to think I am a good girl.” 

“Let me be natural, let me be genuine."

“I didn't know whether it was better to maintain a fierce distinction between yourself and your acquaintances in society in order to deal with and respond properly to things in a pleasant manner, or rather never to hide yourself, to remain true to yourself always, even if they say bad things about you.”

“My face was like that of a stranger. An animated face, liberated from my own sadness and pain and seemingly disconnected from such feelings.”

“I felt like trying to cry. I held my breath for a good while, in order to make my eyes bloodshot, and I thought I might be able to squeeze out a tear, but it was no good. Maybe I've turned into an impassive girl.”

“There I go again—pondering the purposelessness of my day-to-day life, wishing I had more ambition, and lamenting all the contradictions in myself—when I know it's just sentimental nonsense. All I'm doing is indulging myself, trying to console myself.”

“I envy such a rigorously efficient and disciplined daily existence. It must be easier to relax when someone always told you who you are and what to do. For instance, right now, if I wanted to do nothing, then I could just do nothing. My circumstances are such that I could be as bad as I wanted, but then again, if I felt like studying, I could study for as many hours on end as I liked. If someone were to give me a particular limit to abide by—to start here and use this much effort and finish there—you have no idea how much it would assuage my mind. I think I rather would appreciate a certain amount of constraint. I read in a book somewhere that soldiers in battle at the front had only one desire, to sleep soundly, and while on one hand I feel sorry for those soldiers, I am also terribly envious of them. To break free from this vexatious and awful never-ending cycle, this flood of outrageous thoughts, and to long for nothing more than simply to sleep—how clean, how pure, the mere thought of it is exhilarating. If someday I could live a military life, and be disciplined harshly, then I just might be capable of being a self-contained, beautiful daughter.”

“In my heart, I worry about Mother and want to be a good daughter, but my words and actions are nothing more than that of a spoiled child. And lately, there hasn't been a single redeeming quality about this childlike me. Only impurity and shamefulness. I go about saying how pained and tormented, how lonely and sad I feel, but what do I really mean by that? If I were to speak the truth, I would die. While I am perfectly aware of what I should do, I can't even utter the words. All I do is feel wretched, and in the end I fly into a rage—I mean, really, it's as if I were crazy.”

“I'm sorry, I formed the words softly. I only ever think of myself, I thought, I let myself be coddled by her to my heart's content, and then take such a reckless attitude with her. I can't begin to imagine how hurtful or painful it must be for her, instead I always avoid thinking about it.”

“Nobody in the world understood our suffering. In time, when we became adults, we might look back on this pain and loneliness as a funny thing, perfectly ordinary, but—but how were we expected to get by, to get through this interminable period of time until that point when we were adults? There was no one to teach us how. Was there nothing to do but leave us alone, like we had the measles? But people died from the measles, or went blind. [...] But if those people were to think about it from our perspective, and see how we had tried to endure despite how terribly painful it all was, and how we had even tried to listen carefully, as hard as we could, to what the world might have to say, they would see that, in the end, the same bland lessons were always being repeated over and over, you know, well, merely to appease us.” 

["You said you wanted summer shoes, so I looked for some while I was in Shibuya today. Shoes have gotten expensive, too, haven't they."

"It's okay, I don't really want them anymore."

"But don't you need them?"

"I guess so."]

Extra: 

No Longer Human: “The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness”

Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights:

“at this moment a thousand valves have opened in my head, and I must let myself flow in a river of words, or I shall choke” “allow me, Nastenka, to tell my story in the third person, for one feels awfully ashamed to tell it in the first person” “I was already regretting that I had gone so far, that I had unnecessarily described what had long been simmering in my heart” “Because it begins to seem to me at such times that I am incapable of beginning a life in real life, because it has seemed to me that I have lost all touch, all instinct for the actual, the real; because at last I have cursed myself; because after my fantastic nights I have moments of returning sobriety, which are awful!” “And one asks oneself where are one's dreams. And one shakes one's head and says how rapidly the years fly by! And again one asks oneself what has one done with one's years. Where have you buried your best days? Have you lived or not?” “But how fine joy and happiness makes any one! How brimming over with love the heart is! One seems longing to pour out one's whole heart; one wants everything to be gay, everything to be laughing. And how infectious that joy is!” (I was actually only looking for the ones in red but I passed through the other ones while I was looking for them and like…i mean, what was i supposed to do?!? Leave them behind?!? …okay probably but like look at them!! How could I?!)

“You'll never know if you can fly unless you take the risk of falling.” – Dick Grayson, The Secret Origin of Nightwing

…okay, the entire lyrics of Hourglass by Set It Off but if I had to pick a verse…oof, okay, your fault, you asked and there are just so many good lines and I can’t decide so umm, yep, I already have like 1 and a half pages of quotes so who cares at this point, right? (why did u ask me this 😭😭😭) (edit: now it's like 3 pages and smth ashdjdjsndjsj) (i'm doing the quotes part in google docs) so here is practically half the song: 

How did we get so jaded? I don't know / Was it the white lies feeding our egos? / I never valued minutes I burned through / Is that just how it goes? / Seconds I wasted, I was fixated / You're devastated, sorry to say / I can't fix it, is this where I give in? // I'm falling through the hourglass / And I don't think I'll ever make it back / So I throw stones at walls I'll never climb / Victim to the sands of time / Falling through the hourglass, the hourglass // Time is strange, it's ever flowing, never going back / It moves but only in one way / Turn the page, look back at what you wrote / Do you still feel the same? / I'll bet your mind has changed

#sorry this is so late!! asdfgh #but here it is!! #finally done lol #mila habla #asks

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kink [18+] - exhibitionism: the enjoyment of sexual acts in locations where you may be observed by others who are not part of the sexual scene.

–▸ pairing: nct 127 x reader  –▸ word count: 2.3k

Taeil:

–▸ Taeil would be SCARED to do much exhibitionism??? like- holy shit, convincing him to fuck in public would take a LOT, you’d really have to bribe the poor guy. it would NOT be spur of the moment, it would be a planned out thing, and in a location that is familiar to him for maximum comfort, or it would take WAY too long for this poor guy to cum

–▸ i can see you both trying this at a party at the dorms, because that way, Taeil knows where the bathroom is, and knows you can lock it. you’d have to stagger leaving to “go to the bathroom” so you don’t look suspicious LOL

–▸ if you even so much as WHIMPER, Taeil is gonna worry about noise, so uh… maybe you should suck on his fingers to keep quiet... or he will low key cuss you out 

–▸ maybe you’d have to lift his hand to choke you out to stop sounds ;) 

–▸ Taeil is a fan of skin on skin contact, and public sex is often quick- so Taeil misses out on the feeling of being able to really touch you. Because of this, he prefers positions where he can at least be kissing you

–▸ like, yeah he could fuck you with your back to his chest while you lean against the door to the bathroom, or he could have you up on the counter top, with himself between your legs, and his lips on yours... and the latter is much more preferable to this lil bean

–▸ yeah, it’s not often he’d be down for public sex because there are so many variables which make it impossible for Taeil to enjoy himself and take his time with you.

–▸ but when it does happen, it’s fast, kind of sloppy, full of giggling, and always ends with Taeil having red as shit ears when you go back to the group because he knOWS they’re always able to tell when he’s just gotten laid

Johnny:

–▸ this man has the confidence to get away with anything, especially exhibitionism. He’s such a sweet talker, so good at appearing calm- Johnny is definitely one of the Neo’s who can 100% get away with finger fucking you at dinner every night of the week by entertaining people and keeping the conversation focused on him while his hand is buried between your thighs

–▸ he’s down for pretty much anything, and he’ll read how you’re feeling too in order to make sure you’re taken care of. Johnny might want to make you cum five times at dinner, but one tap to his wrist to tell him you’re done will be all it takes for Johnny to leave you alone again, and he’s low key really good at inconspicuous aftercare? hand on your thigh, arm around you to keep you close- 

–▸ this is the man to ry exhibitionism with if you want someone steady, someone you trust- someone who’s definitely not going to get you caught, and in fact, is going to go the extra mile to protect you if anyone catches on even slightly :) 

–▸ He’s aware that exhibitionism, while in a public setting, is really between the two people participating in it- and he’s not about to make you get scared that someone will notice- it’s this sense of protection, this sense that Johnny truly is in control of most situations he’s in, that would give John’s partner the peace of mind to indulge in this sort of thing

–▸ but if you get too needy from his fingers, one tug on his arm can alert him to the fact that he has to excuse you both to find a bathroom or somewhere he can take care of you properly, and when this happens, it’s a toss up on whether or not people understand what the two of you are truly excusing yourselves to go do ;)

Taeyong:

–▸ he’s so overwhelmed by being the leader of nct that exhibitionism is definitely not something he thinks about often. what if someone lights the dorms on fire while he’s fucking you in the bathroom at dinner? or what if fingering you means he doesn’t have to hands to catch the water pitcher that Haechan keeps brushing by with his elbow? 

–▸ nah- Taeyong’s in ‘work mode’ anytime the two of you aren’t completely alone, and it’s extremely hard to snap him out of it 

–▸ if you’re sitting at the dinner table and you notice him being spread a bit too thin - worrying about one thing, helping a younger member over here, serving someone on his left - you can grab his hand and put it on your thigh, and it will calm him down a little just to touch you

–▸ he’s not going to move his hand up though, so once you have it successfully on your thigh, you’ll have to toy with his fingers, pushing them up and under your skirt yourself

–▸ wide eyes will turn to you immediately, lips parted with an unasked question, and he’ll swallow thickly while he decides what to do

–▸ he almost always concedes to you, but the moment someone might see his hand up your skirt, he skittishly pulling away, and you’ll have to start the cycle all over again to get him to come back

Yuta:

–▸ a whore for everything sex related, Yuta is down for exhibitionism just as he’s down for practically everything else. all it would take is an accidental held eye contact at an nct party in the dorm for him to think you’re calling him over for some “fun” ;)

–▸ “wanna go somewhere?” he whispers excitedly when he latches to your side, an arm wrapping around you and his lips grazing by your ear with every word. “go somewhere?” “yeah- come on baby, you locked eyes with me for like... three seconds, i know you want it” ;)

–▸ Yuta really is the epitome of the winky face emoji and that tells you just about everything you need to know about him LOL

–▸ won’t bother being quiet- in fact, if he’s fucking you in a bathroom in public somewhere, or at least in a location where he knows you could be overheard, Yuta actually goes even harder on you

–▸ good luck ;)

Doyoung:

–▸ our boy Doie here isn’t really a fan of exhibitionism- but he’s not against it either. I think he’s the kind of guy who would have to be mad to be persuaded into exhibitionism

–▸ sometimes Haechan is being a little too wild and Doyoung is looking a little mad, so you can whisk him away with a whispered tease, but begging is a sure way to grab Doyoung’s attention

–▸ and other times he’s jealous of Jaehyun, who will flirt a little too much with all the significant others of members, and Doyoung might drag you to the nearest bathroom to throw you against the door and prove to everyone that you’re his

–▸ Doyoung is very changeable, so you’d have to let him call the shots once you are in the bathroom - but he also wouldn’t be opposed to fucking in change-rooms either tbh - and the noise level he tolerates depends on location and mood

–▸ He’s REALLY good at dirty talk when he’s worked up tho, because regardless of how little he lets you moan or whine, he always gets to speak and have control… like, he’d have you pinned to the door and on the edge of an earth shattering orgasm, and he’d have his hand over your mouth and his lips near your ear and just “everyone out there can hear you in here being a little whore for me” and “is that what you are? my little whore?”- and each thrust has the door shaking on it’s hinges  

–▸ angry Doyoung is something else ya’ll, get this boy upset in public and face the wonderful consequences lol

Jaehyun:

–▸ exhibitionism isn’t something Jaehyun thinks about often, but if he gets set off by something (be it jealousy or garden-variety lust), he’ll be damned if he doesn’t follow through with teaching you at least a bit of a lesson 

–▸ but he’s not the type to make a scene out of it, he’ll bide his time, having a bit of patience

–▸ you’ll notice a shift in his energy though, a more contemplative Jaehyun arrives in the face of exhibitionism, with calculation, and when he’s ready to lean in and tell you what he wants, he does: “i’m tired of Mark staring at you, go to my room to grab a hoodie and I’ll meet you there in a minute.”

–▸ Jaehyun’s more comfortable doing exhibitionism like things in the safety of his own dorm, and when there, he’d let loose a little more with the sounds you make, but if he gets riled in public, he’s definitely more intense (due to the fear of being caught) and keeps a tighter reign on your wails of pleasure

–▸ all in all, Jaehyun will chase a lustful inclination, regardless of location, but he generally keeps himself together just long enough to get you back to the dorms

Jungwoo:

–▸ eager baby is ready to please any time, any place, any situation. He’s good for exhibitionism, and is ready to excuse himself from group dinner for an impromptu sinning scene at the drop of a hat

–▸ he’s a body worshipper, and out of all of nct, I see Jungwoo not giving a damn about getting on his knees in a dirty bathroom to latch his mouth to your core and moan wantonly while you tug at his hair and grind down against his face until completion 

–▸ Jungwoo is big, so there’s no way to have a quickie without getting him off too, and honestly, his favourite thing in the world is sheathing himself in your wet pussy, enjoying the way you twitch from overstimulation after having just cum on his tongue. he loves the way you kiss him greedily after he’s worked you up, and the way you tear at the clothes still hiding his gorgeous form from you

–▸ it never takes long for Jungwoo to cum when you’re in public, because he’s very much worked up by everything, and all it would take is one ‘good boy’ to have him exploding

–▸ it’s going to be obvious as shit to every one what happened though, because Jungwoo never bothers to muffle either of your sounds of pleasure, and the glazed, relaxed aura that washes over him after an orgasm isn’t something that one misses, because in this post sex hazy state, Kim Jungwoo is ethereal 

Mark:

–▸ flustered honey baby boo thang finds exhibitionism to be exciting in theory, but terrifying in practice

–▸ this man get so worried about being overheard- if he’s fucking you against a door and it makes the tiniest of squeaks he’s going to turn red and try to fuck you somewhere else

–▸ and if you’ve somehow convinced him to toy with your pussy under a table at dinner, he’s as skittish as a scaredy cat, tugging his hand away at the possibility of being discovered with his digits buried in your warmth... but he also has no idea what to do once he pulls his hand away, cuz he can’t just lick your juices off his fingers-

–▸ oh Mark Lee- you can try exhibitionism with him, but you’re about 50/50 chance between actually cumming and giving the poor dude a heart attack

–▸ and as soon as you are alone, get ready for a flustered, shy, whiney honey who’ll need a lot of reassurance, but tell him how ‘you made me so needy Mark, i just couldn’t help myself’ and he’ll start to perk back up into the confident man who kills it on stage and can murder a pussy 7 god damned days of the week

Haechan:

–▸ If anyone is down to fuck any time, any place, it’s this kid. All you gotta do is give him one look, and he’ll be able to read your mind and find the next closest location for him to yank your pants down- like, this kid is 10/10 constantly on the lookout for places to fuck

–▸ his favourite quickie public place to fuck is in restaurants and clubs- he loves being able to hear people outside as the two of you sneak into a bathroom, loves knowing someone could walk by and hear you coming undone for him

–▸ you have to give him complete control during public sex romps tho, because if a power struggle happens, you will get caught because he’ll feel the need to punish you a little, and being caught is the perfect punishment

–▸ the number of times you’ve been teetering on the edge, Donghyuck’s fingers shoved into your mouth to muffle your moans- only to have someone knock on the bathroom door and yell at you- it always makes Haechan cum extra hard, and sometimes he’ll even talk to the person through the door while he fucks you–▸ your friends know not to go looking for you if you and Haechan are both suddenly and mysteriously “missing” from group events, because the likelihood is always that you’re somewhere getting your back broken by your horny boyfriend LOL

–▸ no one wants to go camping with the two of you and there was that one time Haechan wanted to do cock warming with you while you sat on his lap during a long car ride- let’s just say you and Haechan are known for being sexual fiends

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