#[Giovanni gets mad at food]

[sins-of-the-sea]

Waiting patiently for the inevitable ruination of French cuisine with a rolling pin and two dozen knives. Yes, he's Venetian Italian, but French cuisine is another artform altogether and if people so much as put a drop of ketchup on it-

[leggerefiore]

I am in love with your pokehybrid au's

Not exactly a request (I already sent one about pokehybrids and a s/o who reciprocates their courting methods) but I must know more of your thoughts

What pokemon do you headcanon for each character (for any characters you haven't yet covered or characters where you have more possible pokemon you hc for them)

And what behaviours do you believe they exhibit as part of their pokemon nature?

Archie would be a Sharpedo hybrid, obviously. The most unfortunate and obvious behaviour he has is a strong sense of smell for blood. It can prove itself useful as despite the usual nature of Sharpedos, he doesn't like see people or pokemon injured or not as if his mate has certain anatomy, he will freak out thinking they're injured when it's just their period. He also goes catatonic if you flip him on his back.

Giovanni is a character I'm torn on. For legendary au, he's a possible candidate for Mewtwo, which I guess he reflect by being cruel and powerful. But normally, it's hard to pick between Persian and Nidoking. Assuming Nidoking, he certainly has the temper the poison/ground type has, but keeps it controlled to the best of his ability. He also probably has the funny trait of being calmed by a long-term partner (if he can even manage having one).

Cynthia is a Garchomp hybrid, naturally. She can be a bit wild from it – The urge to savagely hunt down prey does always buzz in the back of her mind but she resists – but mostly remains her usual self. She also sometimes has to fight an urge to burrow which is not fun, especially when she has things she needs to do. At least the digging urge comes in handy for excavating at archaeological sites. She is also has the unfortunate dragon trait of being possessive of her mate, but she is careful to monitor it.

Houndoom Cyrus is endlessly tormented by his pack urges and how he unconsciously gets enough food for him and his partner. He also hates the all consuming urge that he should be resting with them when he wants to work. Poor guy ends up cuddling with his partner most nights and hates it (actually, he loves it. He's just frustrated and feels like he's not in control). Also if he ever wags his tail, he wants to simply be consumed by the void (again).

Pyroar Lysandre is the funniest situation imaginable. He seems more unaffected by whatever instincts it draws out. The idea of living in a "pride" is not something he desires at all, but he does have the protective nature granted by his hybrid genetics. Both his partner and Sycamore can attest to him getting terrifyingly aggressive to protect them. This also feeds into his madness about this world being horrible ugly and unsalvageable.

Metagross Steven is a confusing existence. A massive intelligence does not stop one Steven Stone from wanting his rocks. No, rather, it makes it easier for him to know where even more rocks are. His behaviour is barely noticeable, but he does hates to usual urges to pin down things with his limbs. He almost feels like he's a hybrid with a Galvantula or Ariados when that happens. His torment is unending since that does not really mesh with his general personality.

Camerupt Maxie would unfortunately have a similar disposition to his pokemon counterpart. Granted, he stops himself from spewing lava. He would also prefer to live in volcanic crater, but his human needs unfortunately drag him away from that. At least his base has magma in it to remind him of his preferred home. There also is a sense of desiring a pack within in him, which blends quite well with being in with his team.

Zebstrika Elesa ironically does not have tok mant problems with the herd instinct. She likes being with people! She only hates how nervous she gets after being alone for a while. Though, the downside is her temper is unfortunately afflicted with a Zebstrika temperament. At least it makes paparazzi and creepy fans get scared off. There are upsides and downsides to everything she supposes.

Rika would be a Clodsire hybrid and it really does not affect her too much. But, she maybe seems like she enjoys carrying around Poppy more than usual. Perhaps its the urge to tote around Woopers being fulfiled in a different way. Poppy is happy to get a piggy back ride, at least.

[hyephyep]

listening to epithet erased again and noticed something in chapter 2.

Naven knows, at the end, that Giovanni is planning on taking Molly with him. Naven lets it happen. So I knew that somewhere along the way, Giovanni got Naven's trust that he'd be a better caretaker. But I'm realizing the seeds of that trust might've been planted much earlier than I thought.

Ch 2, Naven gets to see how Marty, Lori, and Giovanni all respond to Molly in an emergency. All three of them came into the room with their own expectations--Marty to present his latest masterpiece, Lori to get them to shut up so she could play, and Giovanni to be complimented on his new villain persona. All three at some point notice that Molly has brought an unconscious body into the toy shop. Marty makes his own assumptions, cracks a crass joke about his twelve year old kid doing cpr on an adult being "spicy", and walks out munching on the food he'd yanked out of Molly's hands. Lori gets mad at them all for disturbing her playtime (when she's supposed to be working), and when she notices something weird is going on she's rude and dismissive about it. She doesn't stick around long enough to hear any explanations.

Giovanni blows them both out of the water. First, Molly trusts him enough that she interrupts what he's doing to say something's wrong and she needs help. She didn't even try to do that with Marty or Lori. Second, when Giovanni is asked to help, he immediately stops what he's doing and puts his attention on Molly. Quote, "Giovanni's over the top pose melted away to parental concern in an instant. He was hoping that she might compliment him on his cool new costume, but this was way more important." He asks what's wrong, listens long enough to hear the answer, and gives a solution. And then he and Molly recite a goofy inside joke together.

Naven watches these interactions happen one by one, in quick succession. Marty, Lori, and then Giovanni. Maybe him trusting Giovanni came later, and I don't know if he thought to evaluate Giovanni as a caretaker before Giovanni brought up the kidnapping idea. But a strong first impression was definitely made here.

[monterraverde]

@earth-master | X

The Pokémon gingerly holds the offered bowl in his hands. He'd take this to her in a moment, but he's listening to Giovannis thoughts, ruby eyes glowing a faint cyan as he channeled psychic energy.

And then he looks to Rika, having tugged on her mind as well in order to act as a sort of middle man, relaying Giovannis message to her and holding the bowl of food up when she looked his way.

[He's not mad. Come talk, you're spiraling.]

It takes a couple moments of contemplation before she finally gets the courage to get up and join them, taking the bowl from Oberon with an appreciative nod as the Gallade wandered off to the side.

She takes a seat besides him, but for the life of her cannot come up with any words, cradling the bowl in her lap before reaching out to tap his shoulder, get his attention, then resort to signing.

<<Thank you for food.>>

She looks exhausted, eyes red and puffy from spending so much time crying on her own, and there was a tightness in her back that seemed to cause her actual pain, but she started eating regardless, that lingering sensation of starving making her appreciate what food they did have all the more.

[bunnygirl678]

Daddy

Summary: Brunch is enjoyed, drinks are served, someone calls Gio a daddy, Ariana is not amused. And Gold receives punishment for a crime he and Silver committed in their teen years. This is gonna be a series, it's gonna go on ao3 at some point idk, everyone is an adult of legal drinking age on Pasio, whatever that is, lol

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“You’ve gotta do it, Silver” Archer said, nervously peeking behind the curtain toward the loud, drunken mess outside. 

“No. No way in hell am I going out there,” Silver crossed his arms over his chest, he didn’t have a death wish. 

“Somebody has to go out there!” Petrel cried, throwing his arms up in the air. It was chaos, pandemonium, it was brunch.

“I’ll do it.” Giovanni stood up from the couch, despite his words, he looked anything but sure.

“Boss, no!” Archer begged, “If you go out there, they’ll eat you alive.”

In a rare show of emotion, Silver grabbed his father’s sleeve, shaking his head, “Dad-” Giovanni gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I love you Silver,” With a deep breath, Giovanni steeled himself, he gave his son a final nod as he opened the door, stepping out into the madness that had taken over his pool area. 

Thirty pairs of eyes turned to look at the mafia boss, never had he been more afraid, yet he still put on a charming smile, opening his arms wide,

“I hope everyone is having a great time!” 

He was met with a chorus of cheering, he looked around for his son-in-law, the young man was vomiting over the railing onto the beach below his infinity pool. Silver was in for a time later. 

“I came to see if you all were interested in some different food?” He gestured toward the untouched buffet table. 

“No but you can get us some more champagne!” Came a shout from a voice he didn’t recognize, though it may have been one of the Galarian gym leaders, 

“Well you have-” Giovanni started, there was no way they were getting more alcohol. 

“NO! BRING TEQUILA!” He knew that voice, Lorelei, despite her nerdy demeanor she was a wild party girl when she drank, back when he was still a gym leader, he’d been to enough holiday parties to know to not bring out the tequila.

“Oh! Tequila, yes let’s do it!” Nessa cried from the flamigo pool floatie she was lounging on, he actually knew her fairly well, both of them worked out at the same gym in Pasio at the same very early hour. They exchanged workout tips,

“Blah! No, get us some gin!” Olena said stumbling over to lean heavily on Lady Diantha, 

“Only you like gin, you Galarian tramp!” Giovanni didn’t recognize that voice even a bit, luckily Olena didn’t seem to hear it. 

“I’ll send out some gin and tequila, how does that sound?” Giovanni asked, bluffing heavily. There were cheers as he quickly returned inside. 

“Boss?” Archer asked in a weak voice, Giovanni just shook his head, he looked at one of the waiting servants, 

“Please empty my tequila and gin into decanters, then fill up the bottles with water.” 

“Yes Mr. Giovanni,” the young man said before disappearing into the other room,

Silver barked out a laugh, “Depending on how old those bottles are, they’re pretty much all water anyway,” 

Giovanni and Archer turned to the redhead, lifting their eyebrows in an identical fashion, Silver shrugged,

“What? Ethan and I used to sneak in and steal your booze,” 

Giovanni rubbed the bridge of his nose, Silver was too old to ground now, but he’d be on drunken brunch duty next month. 

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“Oh my arceus, he is such a daddy!” Olivia squealed drinking what she thought was a tequila heavy margarita, luckily she and the rest of the brunch attendees were too drunk to realize Giovanni’s double cross. 

“Yessss, seriously, you’re so lucky that you got to tap that, Ariana!” Serena sighed, leaning heavily onto a very passed out Jasmine’s shoulders. 

“Excuse me?!” The rocket executive’s face morphed from peacefully drunk to absolutely disgusted, “I would never! That’s disgusting!” She stood up, enraged, her watered down drink spilling all over the table, no one was sober enough to care.

Ethan developed a case of the giggles as he watched and listened to the scene unfold. 

“But aren’t you Silver’s mom, and Giovanni is his dad?” Dawn asked, tilting her head, Ethan spit out the sip he had just taken.

“NO!” Ariana shouted, she slammed her drink down on the table, storming off to where Wallace was braiding Cynthia’s hair, plopping down and glaring at the rest of the guests,

Between laughs Ethan explained, “Ari is Gio’s cousin, not Silv’s mom.” 

Varying degrees of shock passed the faces around the pool, Crys and Lyra already knew, as did most of the Kanto guests. 

“I know what we say doesn’t leave the pool, but feel free to spread that around,” Ethan said with a laugh, he looked down at his drink. He could feel himself sobering up. He had a bad feeling about the alcohol content in the liquor bottles as soon as they were brought out, he (and Silver) had already enjoyed the effects, and these drinks were probably almost entirely water. 

Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?

 “Auntie? You still conscious?” Kiawe’s voice called from the gate, 

“Cyn, Wallace, let’s go,” Lance appeared behind the younger man, apparently sent to retrieve Wallace for Steven,

One by one the various partners, rivals, lovers, and coworkers came to pick up the drunken brunch crowd. Ariana was escorted to the executive’s villa by Petrel, who had chosen the shortest straw, she complained loudly and bitterly that after all of these years people still think she’s Giovanni’s lover. He just nodded along, silently crying. 

Ethan leaned back on the pool chair, everyone was gone, grunts would be cleaning up the mess soon, he could lay out a bit longer, his head was already killing him, the problem with day drinking was the day hangovers that followed much too quickly. 

“Feeling like shit?” Ethan tentatively opened an eye, Silver stood above him, a smirk playing on his lips. Ethan didn’t respond, only laid his arm over his eyes to block out the sun and Silver’s smug look.

“Did your dad serve us the…” he trailed off at Silver’s grimace, confirming that they had been found out, years later. 

“Shit.”

“Yeah.” 

“He mad?”

“I have to babysit your next brunch”

Ethan let out a laugh despite himself, only for Silver to grab his chair and dump him in the water. At least Silver stuck around to make sure his husband didn’t drown. 

Another successful brunch. 

[ourobororos]

*gives the fucked up villains enrichment for their enclosures* *gives the fucked up villains enrichment for their enclosures* *g

(what would their enrichment be. if theyre like fucked up zoo animals. i need to know bc it would be silly and dumb)

i like this question i already view them as fucked up animals in my house let me think. this is your care guide

maxie needs a heating pad as well as a lamp for basking and several hides on the cooler side of the tank. you have to dust his food with that kind of calcium powder so he gets proper nutrience. live prey too btw he enjoys the hunt otherwise he naps a lot

archie needs the proper tank size (1 gallon per inch of archie) and a filter with proper substrate and lots of live plants for him to hide in. cant let the ammonia levels get too high also he should have live prey as well but if its dead he wont complain hes polite

cyrus gets enrichment through tinkering with things if you give him any spare machine or device he will dismantle it thats all he needs. if you give him something broken he just might fix it for you if he likes you. he prefers a very simple enclosure with many hides and will eat anything so very beginner friendly he'll just glare at you a lot

ghetsis' enrichment is violence as weve established he needs to get his grandpa exercise with 2 sword duels a day. he wont have any more energy for manipulating... this is one of the more advanced options for new owners especially since his ideal habitat is Evil Wizard Tower which can be out of many peoples price range

lysandre is very picky and prefers expensive satin sheets for his bed (not that fake shit dont even think about it) and a perch with a good spot to lay down and get sunlight it HAS to be in an area of your home with good sunlight. also he enjoys coffee but only the high grade stuff and if you make it wrong hell get mad at you and have to make it himself

giovanni can adapt to any environment he makes a good house pet BUT he only consumes charcuterie boards and imported cigars. if you dont provide this he will die hope this helps

[hoffmans-hoffman]

OCS at Connie's wedding pt 1

Tw: Alcohol, Food, Blood, Fighting, Sexual references

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Luce Del Sole

“So what! Connie always breaks promises with me„

Probably slamming the alcohol down, though he promised Connie he wouldn't drink, he does. He's kinda pissed off as Sonny rains him in. He gets into a fight with one of Cuneo's capos and gets a busted nose. All and all he didn't make a complete ass of himself.

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Benni Del Sole

“Just a little longer„

With Tom taking notes and making plans, Benni is exhausted and so is Tom. Also is mad at his little brother for drink when he had made a promise. He is still pretty silent, drinks a little but just wants to go to bed. But is happy he's with Tom.

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Giovanni Grace

“They should respect us„

Hanging out in the Tattaglia area, congratulates Carlo and Connie. Is legit just here for the food, basically starved himself the day before. He loves Mama Corleone's food. Legit struggle bus once you get a few drinks in him. He does help keep the paparazzi and fbi away.

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Incubo Creatore

“....Huh?....„

Eye fucking Fredo the whole time, that's all he's doing standing far away from the party and staring at Fredo. Till he gets called to talk to the Don and is given a hit to carry out. Then he seems less focused on Fredo trying to figure out how to exact the hit.

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Mateo Cateo

“Its been weird without you michael„

He's with Bruno Tattaglia till Michael shows up then he's glued to Michael's hip. He's bringing Michael up to speed when Kay left them alone. He does tell Michael about his stint in prison but doesn't go deep into it. He doesn't want to ruin Michael's day.

[deja-vux]

All I Ever Need

Word Count: 3.1k+ A/N: Here’s a little birthday piece for Yunho. I was lowkey inspired after seeing my little cousin dance to his ult group (aka Ateez) while i was babysitting him. The tgs that didn’t work are in the comments. This is pure fluff with some suggestive after the end. anyways hope ya’ll enjoy dilf!Yunho enjoy :) KPOP Masterlist

        Yunho laid on his bed after finishing his shower sighing in relief after a long day.  He picked up his phone calling the person he needed most at this moment as he ran a hand through his hair. After a few rings, she instantly picked up as she continued cooking while her youngest rested on her hip. “Hey babe how did the show go?” she asked, turning off the burner.

“It went well. We had lots of interviews today though. You’d think they find new questions to ask us instead of the same 10 questions,” he chuckled softly, relaxing once he heard her laugh at his joke.

“I bet you had all your answers down by the end of the second one,” she smiled pulling plates from the cabinets.

“How was your day? Hopefully, the kids weren’t too much for you today,” Yunho asked, only imagining how hard it might be handling 3 energetic kids on your own.

“It’s been good so far. The boys are playing right now and I’m serving dinner with Jeah in the kitchen,” she said pouring the soup in each bowl, “You know the boys really miss you, Yun,” she said watching the boys play from a distance.

“I know it's just that our schedule has been so packed lately I’ve barely had time to myself. I’m sorry, I should be there for you and the kids not halfway across the world while you're there by yourself,” he sighed, his smile faltering slightly.

“Hey don’t be. I know what I signed up for. It might have been hard at first but I got the hang of it. Plus the boys might miss you but they’re over the moon knowing their dad is a celebrity, as for Jeah she’s too young to notice yet. If you want I can hand you to the boys if you want for a bit while the food cools down,” she offers knowing it might cheer him up.

“That sounds great,” he smiles.

        Yunho watches as she turns on the camera giving her a low whistle and compliment as she rolls her eyes and calls the boys over. Giovanni ran over followed by his younger brother Jayden at the mention of their father taking the phone. The boys began to recount their schoolyard tales as Y/N set down Jeah in her rocker smiling at the boys’ sudden boost in energy as they acted out their stories, the three boys of her life laughing and bonding. After setting Jeah down she returned to the kitchen continuing to set up for dinner. As she was setting up the table she listened in on their conversation making sure none of them would spoil Yunho’s birthday surprise. She was in the clear for now as Jayden was busy recounting the tale about how a classmate’s volcano wouldn’t erupt so they kept adding ingredients until it did, resulting in a huge mess which forced the students in his class to go home early due to their uniforms being a complete mess.  She chuckled softly as she watched him make gestures to explain how big the explosion was or how the gym was a mess, Giovanni reminding him about how mad the principal was that his new suit was ruined. Y/N continued just about to finish when she heard one of the boys complain, “Ouch Gio that hurt,” Jayden exclaimed.

“Don’t spoil it, we'll get in trouble,” Giovanni retorted.

“I got excited, sorry” he replied as he stuck his tongue out Yunho scolding them both.

“Hey you know you aren’t supposed to hit your brother. And Jay that wasn’t nice either,” Yunho said just as Y/N came over.

         The boys apologized to one another before turning towards the phone saying goodbye to their dad blowing kisses through the screen with you before hanging up to start dinner. Yunho threw his back as the call ended his lips slightly pouted as San walked into the hotel room chuckling at his roommate’s current state. He sat on the bed next to him tossing him the snacks he had asked for before getting comfy himself and opening one of his snacks. “I’m guessing you just finished talking to Y/N and the boys,” San teased.

“What gave it away,” Yunho replied sarcastically, turning towards his friend.

“Your pouty face, the fact you keep staring at your call history, I could keep going in all hone- hey!” San complained, tossing the pillow back at him.

“I was being sarcastic,” he said sitting up.

“I know but I still thought I’d answer” he shrugged, smirking.

         The rest of the night was spent going over the things they needed for the next day before going to bed. As for Y/N and the kids, they were busy packing the last of their items for their flight the next day, Jeah now fast asleep in her crib. After putting in the last of the items in their superhero suitcases she zipped each of them up before setting them by the door as the boys crawled into their beds. She then walked back to the boys’ shared room reading them a story before kissing their foreheads gently before turning off the lights and walking out closing the door behind her. She then proceeded to pack her own bag leaving it for last after the kids’ as well as checking the diaper bag to make sure it had everything she needed. Once everything was set she took a quick shower before crawling into bed falling asleep.

         The next day was normal for the most part: take the boys to school, drop off Jeah at daycare, and go to work. For Yunho, it was a photoshoot, after interview, then soundcheck, and then put on a show. For the most part, he enjoyed performing and being on stage but for this last tour, it felt as if something was missing. Being a full world tour it was the longest he had been away from home in a long time and although he loved the fans and meeting them every day he also missed his family at home. He missed his energetic boys, his curious baby girl, and most of all his other half. It was hard having to miss special moments due to his hectic schedule. After the show, he found himself with some spare time again. He picked up his phone calling Y/N. this time though she didn’t answer even though she always did. Assuming she must’ve been away from the phone he tried again. It was agony for him as he waited ring after ring just to hear her voicemail recording again telling him to leave a message he frowned wondering if something might’ve happened. Little to his knowledge after a busy day she had picked up the kids and was headed to the airport to catch a flight to surprise him on his birthday. Before Yunho could worry anymore San walked in asking what was wrong. “It’s Y/N she’s not answering the phone,” Yunho said. San knew the reason why simply shrugged his shoulders stating she was probably busy and there was nothing to worry about. Yunho nodded, deciding to listen to his friend.

        The next morning as Y/N’s flight landed Mingi and San made their way over to the airport slipping out quietly as to not wake Yunho while the other boys set up the suite in birthday decorations taking advantage of him being a heavy sleeper. As Y/N walked out the little ones in tow Mingi and San stood waiting with a poster with their names on it. Just as they turned the corner Giovanni and Jayden ran over to their uncles as they crouched down, each catching one of the boys and swooping them up in the air as they squealed and laughed, Y/N eventually reaching them with Jeah and their bags. As she reached the group she greeted the two men she called family hugging each of them tightly after not having seen them for 6 months, “Thanks again for helping us do this it means a lot,” Y/N smiled softly.

        “Hey no problem you’re family plus it’ll help him out to see you guys even if it is for a couple of days,” Mingi replied.

“He’s right. We should probably get going so we can get there before he wakes up,” San stated.

        With that Mingi took over moving the bags to the car as San helped Y/N with the boys taking Jayden onto his shoulders and giving Gio his hand. After loading everything into the van and getting everyone buckled up they made their way straight to the hotel. The rest of the boys had just finished setting up and were lighting the candles as San, Mingi, and the others walked in. they quickly set their bags down greeting each other in tight embraces before Seonghwa called over the boys to help carry the breakfast tray. Hongjoong quietly opened the door letting the others walk in as they began to sing Happy Birthday the boys leading the charge with Seonghwa followed by Y/N and Jeah as well as the other boys. Yunho took a deep breath rubbing his eyes as he sat up the scent of eggs, bacon, and french toast invading his nose. He smiled softly until he fully opened his eyes seeing his two little ones in front of him as they set the tray in front of him with the help of Seonghwa who made sure they didn’t spill anything. He instantly broke into tears of joy smiling as they finished opening his arms to the boys who were climbing onto the bed to hug him. “What are you guys doing here don’t you guys have school,” he smiled, kissing the top of their heads.

“We’re on vacation dad, it's broke spring,” Jayden said confidently.

“Spring break Jay. We’re on spring break,” Giovanni corrected.

“Yeah, that thing” Jayden confirmed as Yunho and the others laughed.

“If you don’t want us here we can always catch the next flight home,” Y/N teased watching her boys interact so well after not seeing one another in so long.

“Are you kidding me? You better get your butt over here with Jeah and sit next to me cause I’m not letting you guys go,” Yunho said patting the space next to him, “How long have you guys been planning this?” he asked looking at the boys as Y/N sat by his side.

“About 2 months right around when you started getting all mopey,” Yeosang teased.

“It was pretty easy after we asked the manager for permission,” Jongho explained.

“No wonder our schedule is clear this week,” Yunho realized the boys digging into his food.

“Yeah, we’d figured you’d want some time with your family,” Wooyoung continued, “Speaking of which starts now. We’ll let you guys catch up with each other,” he stated, handing the rest of their plates as the rest of the boys made their way out.

       The five of them thanking the others before beginning to eat, the boys had already finished most of their father’s plate causing Yunho to attack them with tickles as Y/N smiled shaking her head softly at their antics, something she had missed while he was away. Just as they surrendered to their father Jeah began to squirm in Y/N’s lap reaching towards the boys. Noting the action Yunho momentarily paused to take his third pride and joy in his arms greeting the one-year-old with kisses as well as pretending to bite her cheeks causing her to squeal and laugh. “Don’t think I forgot about my little princess,” he defended resting her in his lap as he played with her while eating his food.  As the boys finished their plates they asked their parents to go play with their uncles who were currently eating outside. After giving them the ok the two sped off running to their Uncle Wooyung and Uncle San. The pair laughed as they watched their boys eagerly claim an uncle to play with, fighting over who got who first before deciding to play together.

       Yunho then turned to Y/N pecking her lips softly, smiling as if it was his first time meeting her, falling in love all over again. “I missed you so much. I hope you know how much I love you,” Yunho smiled taking her hand in his as Jeah babbled on her own.

“Hmm I might have an idea but I think I’ll need another kiss to fully remember,” she teased as he chuckled, kissing her again.

“How’s that, jagiya?” he asked after pulling away. 

“Perfect. I missed you too my love,” she smiled leaning her head on his shoulder.

        After breakfast, Yunho got ready as Y/N took Jeah outside to let the other boys spend time with her. Just as Yunho walked out Giovanni stood on the couch calling his Uncle Hongjoong. “Hey, Uncle Joong, look what I can do,” Gio said. They watched as he set his hands on the couch, setting his head between them as he lifted his legs in an attempt to do a handstand. Knowing the scene all too well Hongjoong immediately ran over just as Gio lost balancing catching him as he fell with a small “Woah”. The others laughing at the uncanny familiar act as Hongjooong set Gio down back on the ground turning to a laughing Yunho. “He really is your kid isn’t he. He couldn’t be like Y/N?” Hongjoong joked.

“Yup just like his dad. Plus be grateful he turned out like me. Y/N was a bigger troublemaker than I was,” Yunho defended.

“That is true,” Y/N said from the other couch backing him up.

         After everyone finished they all headed out Yunho insistent on carrying his youngest child while the boys picked an uncle to sit next to for the ride to the venue. Y/N sat next to Yunho, her head against his shoulder as Jeah sat in her car seat next to her. The ride was peaceful for the most part, the boys asking their uncles questions about how concerts work while the pair in the front talked about plans for when Yunho and the others came back home. As they arrived Yunho took his daughter in his arms lifting her hood onto her head to block the sun before taking Y/N’s hand as they followed the others into the venue the fans who were waiting to enter the venue turned into a fit of oohs and awes as they saw them. Once inside they quickly changed going straight to soundcheck as Y/N stood on the side of the stage with the kids and manager watching. She smiled as the boys danced to the songs following the choreography being clean and smooth with their movements just like their dad. Just as they took a break in sound checking to speak to the few fans in attendance, one asked about the boys, having seen them walk in. Not being able to hide his happiness and excitement Yunho blushed covering his smile with his hand. “I have to ask the Mrs. if she'll let me bring them out,” he responded as he looked at her. She nodded softly, seeing no harm as she walked them out, Yunho placing a kiss on his daughter’s cheek before she and Y/N returned to their original spot.

         The crowd awed as they watched the shy boys introduce themselves with the help of their dad each of them taking a turn holding his microphone. After introductions, he asked the boys if they’d like to dance with them to Wonderland which was next in their set. The two looked at each other before nodding at one another as it was their favorite song.  Seonghwa and Yunho lead them to their places in front of the group before getting into their own position. As the music started the boys’ nerves began to fade as they began to dance the crowd cheering them on as they hit every mark. As they finished the two younger boys bowed shyly before waving goodbye and returning to their mom in the wings who gave them praises on their performance. The boys then headed towards the backroom for the show watching their dad and uncles through the screen. Y/N smiled as she watched them sing along to every song while either mimicking the choreography or making their own. Once the show finished they watched as the group gave their goodbyes before exiting the stage. Once the door to the room opened the boys ran immediately into their father’s arms as he effortlessly swooped them up into the air, Y/N sneaking a quick picture. The boys squealed as they attempted to pull away from their father who only pulled them closer. “Ew dad you’re sweaty” Gio complained.

“Yeah you need a shower or else mom won’t hug you cause your stinky,” Jay joked.

“Is that so? Mom has never had a problem before,” Yunho teased, smirking as her eyes widened.

“Yunho,” she warned as he chuckled.

“Oo you’re in trouble dad,” both boys teased as Yunho set them down, the joke completely going over their head.

           The group then went to change before heading out to the vans waiting in the back. They headed to one of the nearby restaurants to finish the night with a celebration dinner. The table resonated with nothing but smiles and laughter as they shared a meal similar to one they would back home. After a full meal, they watched as the staff brought out a lit birthday cake singing Happy Birthday. They set the cake in front of him as the song ended his friends encouraging him to blow out the candles. Together with the help of his little one he had no problem extinguishing the minuscule flames, the others cheering and clapping. “What’d you wish for?” Seonghwa asked.

“Nothing big I already have all I ever need right here with me,” he smiled turning towards his wife before pulling her into a kiss, the other members teasing and wolf-whistling.

“You know if you want we can babysit if you two wanna head back early and reconcile,” San teased as the pair pulled away from one another.

“Ooo can they. Uncle Mingi said he wanted to take us to the pier to go on the rides and play games,” Jayden pleaded eagerly, oblivious to the incentive.

“If you’re offering, don't mind if I do,” Yunho grinned as Y/N blushed playfully smacking his arm.

         The two younger boys cheered, excited to spend time with their uncles as Yunho took Jeah from his wife’s arms, handing her over carefully to Mingi before getting up. “Now if you don’t mind I’m going to kidnap my wife, I will see the rest of you later,” He said pulling his wife’s chair out before throwing her over his shoulder as she squealed from the unexpected action holding on as he walked out the restaurant to find a cab.

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[sins-of-the-sea]

"For the love of God, don't show Gio this particular video."

"What video?"

"WAIT, ST-"

"............"

[paperandsong]

Illustration of the ten storytellers from a 1492 Italian edition of The Decameron

I just received a really thoughtful comment on my Phantom of the Opera fic The Masque of the Blue Death:

“...I loved this fic showing people not taking a plague seriously, and the consequences of that mistake are shown very clearly. I could very much feel for the characters (well not the careless ones), and the frustration of the elite (and others) not taking everything seriously, shown with the warnings from the doctor to wear masks and quarantine, and with rationing food/goods, and brushing deaths under the rug as not important. I think if I'd read this before I'd experienced a pandemic I'd think the story very exaggerated, as surely people would never be that ignorant and uncaring for human life, but it fits so well with the world today...”

So all morning I’ve been thinking about other plague literature and film and tried to think of who got it right and who got it wrong. Who was able to accurately predict and capture how it would feel to live through this?

While the Red Death doesn’t operate epidemiologically like COVID-19, Poe really did accurately predict that there would be certain members of society - particularly the rich and powerful - who would rather pretend the plague did not exist. They would believe their wealth and status could place them beyond death’s reach. That they could literally lock death outside like all the other peasants. Or build spaceships instead of focusing their money on earthly problems? 

The Plague by Albert Camus has also been noted as having accurately and proactively captured the way society feels today under COVID. Here’s a great opinion piece on Vox on The Plague. 

Many plague movies - especially zombie movies - show all powerful governments violently trying to contain disease in their populace. “Epidemiologists” and “CDC Employees” are shown in moon suits shoving people into quarantine. Or, as having all the answers, a secret vaccine project that might have the cure in some poorly lit lab. In 2011, the CDC fully embraced its fictional role in zombies movie with its zombie preparedness webpage. Zombie preparedness, they argued, is a lot like any Disaster preparedness. 

They weren’t wrong. The page is still up, but my how our perception of the CDC has changed. It’s almost quaint how we used to think they would save us. I wrote about this issue in a small review of Carmen Maria Machado’s short story Inventory. I wonder how Machado would approach Inventory today, knowing what we know about they ways people will behave when a virus really sweeps across the country? 

The Decameron, the 1353 work by Giovanni Boccaccio, uses the plague as a frame story for other stories. It’s about ten women and men who seclude themselves in an effort to avoid the plague. They spend their time telling each other a variety of tales - 100 total. And isn’t that how so many of us fic writers are spending our time today? Isolated at home, yet gathered around a virtual camp fire, telling each other stories to keep the quarantine madness at bay? I know that’s what fanfic is for me right now. 

Last year, the New York Times had its own Decameron Project (there doesn’t seem to be a paywall for it, check it out). 29 authors from around the world were invited to contribute a short story each. But those authors couldn’t have known in 2020, that in 2021 we still wouldn’t be at the end of this. It’s getting harder to say when this will end. If ever. Not all plagues end. 

What are some other great plague stories that capture the strange spirit of 2019-2021? What are some plague stories that got it hopelessly wrong? Are you writing plague fic - drop a link in the notes. 

[riot-rxines]

|•Giovanni Potage Headcannons•|

{written by Moon}

~He hates copying off other's soup recipes and actually if you give him a recipe from google he'll probably put his own twist on it for some originality points

~Is the Type to love a good car chase crime, murder mystery,  good cop bad cop,  and sometimes horror movies (but if he watches a murder mystery he doesn't immediately figure out who the killer is until after 2 or 3 watches)

~Loves to show off and hit balls in the batting cages on Saturdays if the employees aren't mad at him for yelling and showing off his batting skills to a bunch of twelve year old boys if they so much as try to challenge they're better than him

~Will cry if he got out bested in baseball by a twelve year old

~Probably would love the anime Food Wars if he watched anime to be honest (but I think he would hate BNHA/MHA)

~I'm 10000000000000% sure this handsome tomato of a man child has had SOME version of an edgy scene kid phase back in highschool but he doesn't like to admit the cringe parts

~He Practices evil laughs and evil monologuing in his bathroom mirror in the mornings before he does crimes with the boissssss

~Favorite music would include Riot Rock hits,  early 2000s songs in general, and maybe musicals with anti heros or tormented villains

~If he's in a Rock mood in the shower he will blast the music on his phone and dry his hair by head banging like crazy

~Knowing him he has probably at least crashed ONE concert performance before either with getting too rough in the mosj pits of the crowd or he literally went to a concert playing music he hated just so he could crash the party with his evil plans and Banzai Blasters

~Keeps a diary with the words "SUPER SECRET DIARY //do not touch or I will clobber you//" written in red sharpie filled with chapters upon chapters of dramatically told secrets and embarrassment written in chicken scratch like hand writing and he usually keeps either under his bed with his secret box or under his pillow

~He probably took theatre one time in highschool or middle school but like can you blame me for thinking he might've been a theatre kid at one point?

~Has a vendetta against corn soup because he probably split it on himself and people thought he pee'd his pants also it tastes horrible to him

~I love to think that he might've also had some skill in dancing at one point because either his moms made him take the classes he thought were genuinely fun in highschool and stopped or maybe right now he does take occasional dance classes for fun

[tarithenurse]

Spark - 19

Fandom: Enn Enn no Shouboutai / Fire Force. Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x fem!reader. Content: Angst. A/N: Okay...this took a turn I didn’t originally expect, so next chapters might be coming a biiiit slowlier. Feel free to ASK (or reblog) for tag – in fact: always reblog. Thanks to those who have already <3

19. Fuel

...  Reader  ...

It’s not the first time you wake with a pounding headache from having been knocked out...and judging by the general tendency of such things happening, you begrudgingly accept that it probably won’t be the last time either. Not that you want to make a habit out of it.

Rather than warm fragrances and soothing light beyond the eyelids, the place (wherever you are) comes across hard, cold, and dark. Blinking under the single electrical light, you take in the damp looking surroundings through a haze until the first wave of nausea passes. Not Asakusa. Admittedly, that’s the understatement of a lifetime but it helps you ground yourself. Chapped concrete walls, a simple cot made of steel, and over in the corner (which really is no further than two steps away) is a table and chair made of the same material. No windows. Only one door without a handle.

Your (or rather Benimaru’s) clothes are gone, replaced by a stiff jumpsuit in an indiscernible grey-faded colour. The idea that someone’s undressed and dressed you intensifies the nausea, but you manage to swallow it down together with the bubbles of fear.

And you wait.

Sometimes there’s the sound of footsteps passing by at the other side of the door, each time making you hold your breath with dread. But nothing happens – not even when the passer by(s) stop outside as if they’re about to enter. Time just passes and you start to tire from the constant vigilance.

At some point, a bland meal arrives through a hatch and slide in the wall by the desk. Nothing impressive. Nothing that tempts you enough to risk anything by eating or drinking it out of fear of what might be in it. I’m overreacting. They caught me, so why would they spike the food or water? But the worry remains unmoved by any amount of logic you can muster.

...  Konro   ...

Everything has descended into madness.

After returning from the kitchen fire, Konro had presumed that the absence of Beni and [Y/N] was a natural result of their slow start together, but when the night had almost dragged by and the world started to stir, only the captain returned. A grim expression on his face was underlined by the clench of his jaw and fists, his clothes singed and torn.

“Where is -” The question is unnecessary. “Where did you search?”

Benimaru sinks down on the nearest chair. “Third. She’s not there.”

The aftermath of Benimaru’s unsanctioned “search” hit shortly after that.

Representatives from Haijima and the highest up of the Special Fire Force are staring down at the two men from Asakusa, one of which has his mind somewhere else entirely. The last thing needed to dissolve some of the tension is for the captain of Seventh to come off as wry, cooperative, and standoffish.

“I don’t know about a guy with a dark coat and wide-rimmed hat,” Konro sighs, rubbing the scar running across his face, “all I know is that an Asakusan citizen is missing now and that captain Giovanni has practically harassed us on several occasion previous to tonight.” Say something. He attempts to project the desperate wish into Benimaru’s brain. Something useful, he adds.

An exasperated huff betrays one of the Haijima guys, a sleazy man called Oguru, but it’s the Agency Chief who speaks up. “Giovanni...is not a captain anymore.”

Finally, the only captain present seems to listen although his face reveals nothing.

Konro lets his hand fall from his face. “Please explain.”

“As you might know from co-operating with Company Eight, certain...issues have come to light that have dishonoured Giovanni’s standing and warranted his arrest which was set to be handled less than 48 hours ago.”

“Was set to be...?” the lieutenant stressed the grammatical choice.

A potent silence drags out.

“...a simple task which the Fire Force leadership was not able to carry out,” Oguru butts in coldly, “instead allowing him to escape with his research and plans.”

“Hrm,” the Chief grumps, “probably into the Nether.”

Konro’s mind blanks out for a second, not even able to think of curses strong enough for what he knows will happen.

...   Reader   ...

Your body has betrayed you, allowing you to dose off after hours of hyper-vigilance, and so it comes as a shock when the door is wrenched open to allow an oddly dressed girl to enter the room – a baggy, white onesie that somehow doesn’t manage to make her appear anywhere near decent is topped by a crown that has slid past the forehead.

“Awww! You didna wike what we gave you, huh?” she trills, an edge of insanity looming close in her voice, “well, don’t wowwy wittle girl! We won’t give you anymore.” The last sentence stands in sharp contrast, suddenly void of any emotion or caricatured childishness.

Rather than engage, you remain on the cot and only watch the cold mannerism disappear to make room for impatience. She’s insane! Whatever horrors you had concocted at night, growing up in fear of the many dangers a homeless girl could suffer, none has prepared you for this.

“Get up!” the girl orders.

She can only be a handful of year younger than you. Reminds me of a spoiled toddler. And just like a brat, the tantrum follows much too quickly and unleashes an electrical jolt that spans the distance and enter your body with a sharp pain before everything turns numb.

“Wha-...?”

Numb, but not limp. Your body moves as if invisible strings have been attached at every joint, forcing you to stumble past the grinning girl and into the dark corridor beyond. Fear claws at your lungs, causing bile to boil in the guts at every useless attempt of regaining control.

“Don’t fight it, pwetty girl,” the giggle torments, “you belong to us now.”

[ficforce]

A Good Man Part 1

Hinawa Takehisa x Reader SFW No set timeline New relationship

Y/N froze as she heard Hinawa’s voice behind her, it took her a second to take a deep breath and finish tightening the bolt on the Matchbox before turning stiffly to face the man, “I’m nearly done here, then I’ll get right on the maintenance of equipment.” She figured she was taking too long, Vulcan was their engineer but he had been working on a few projects whilst she covered the regular stuff, “I’ll make sure Captain’s equipment is seen to first and then… I’ll be faster, Lieutenant.” He was always so quiet and he looked so serious all the time that she always felt like she was in trouble.

“I brought you some water,” Hinawa held out a bottle for her, “It’s hot today.” He waited for her to take the water and then examined the inside of the engine, she’d done a great job, “You’re doing fine, Y/N. You’re thorough - No ones as quick as Vulcan. Make sure you take a break…” He knew she was a hard worker, he also knew that she became tense whenever he was near and not in the same way as everyone else. She seemed genuinely nervous of him and Hinawa was bothered by that. “If you fall behind then come and get me, I won’t mind helping.”

She nodded, shifting a little as her tenseness began a cramp in her leg, “S-sure…” The Lieutenant headed out and she let out a sigh of relief, stretching her leg to get rid of the cramp - He always made her so nervous.

“Y/N.”

The woman squealed at the voice and nearly jumped out of her skin. Turning around she realised it was just Obi with a bottle of water, he saw that she had one already and placed it on the side for later, “You alright? Did I scare you?” Obi could help but laugh as she crouched down with her hand on her chest, she looked like a startled owl, “I guess Hinawa was here,” he got down to her level and pat her head sympathetically, “You really like him, huh?”

“…No…” It was a lie. Y/N had the biggest crush on the man, he was pretty serious but that’s what she liked most. He seemed kind of scary but in truth, he was a kind man. He had scouted her from Company 3 after seeing her in action, he had said he was impressed with the ways she worked and thought on her feet. She wasn’t powered and that made some of Company 3 look down on her, moving to Company 8 was a no brainer. And with the way Captain Giovanni was, she got out just in time.

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with work and missions then I don’t mind,” The Captain gave her a reassuring grin and stood back up, “Hang in there, Y/N”

She gave a smaller sigh and nodded, “Thank you, Captain.”

— -

Somehow she had ended up in the kitchen with Hinawa, they hadn’t spoken other than about food preparation, she sliced the carrots in quick, precise cuts, making short work of them and then started on the spring onions. “You’re very adept at that.” Hinawa had to admit he was impressed with how well she cooked, he realised he needed more ingredients and lightly touched Y/N’s waist as he passed her, it had been an innocent touch purely to let her know he was going to move behind her but her sudden gasp made him pause. The man looked over her shoulder and his eyes widened as he saw blood, “Here,” Hinawa took her wrist and led Y/N to the sink, washing the cut before wrapping a towel around it and applying pressure.

Y/N tensed up as he treated her, if this was her old Company they would be mocking her. Company 8 wasn’t like that, they were kind and it really felt as if they wouldn’t judge her like her old Company. Hajima and Company 3 were heavily affiliated, powerful fire users and engineers made up the bulk of it - she was an engineer and made up the numbers in her squad. “I’m sorry, Lieutenant Hinawa…”

“I startled you, it’s not your fault.” He pulled the towel away to examine the cut, “A bandage should take care of this.” Hinawa’s hand encircled her wrist and he made to pull the sleeve of her orange jumpsuit up. That was when she yanked her hand away and held it close to her chest, cradling it protectively.

“What’s going on?” Maki came into the kitchen and rushed to Y/N when she saw she was bleeding, “We need to wrap that up, come on.” The woman led her out of the kitchen, neither noticing that Hinawa’s eyebrows had drawn together and he looked down at the towel in his hand with a crestfallen expression. Was he really that frightening to her?

He had really admired how she had taken control of the scene a few months ago, she hadn’t been one of the firefighters at the frontline but she had been quick to direct people and had been more compassionate than anyone else in her Company when speaking with the Infernal’s family. She was happy to help Vulcan with maintenance and fixed the smaller things so that the other man could create new equipment for them. She just didn’t like him… at all. She couldn’t even stand for him to touch her.

“…Y/N.”

— -

“Lieutenant!” Y/N yelled and threw him his gun, the mission was getting out of hand and she was trying to help where she could. Captain Obi was knocked out cold, she had been trying to bring him around when the gun had landed close by, the Infernal had gotten close enough to land a hit on the Lieutenant before Arthur had knocked it back. Y/N didn’t check to see if Hinawa had caught it, the shooting was proof enough. “Come on, Captain… get a hold of yourself!” She let out a yell as a fire ignited close by, a spark must have landed in the spilt engine oil, “Obi! Wake up!” The fire crept toward them and Y/N began to panic, she smacked Obi’s cheek and yelled his name, “Damn it!” The woman grabbed his arm and began to drag him away from the flames - He was so heavy!

She ran for the Matchbox a few yards away and pulled out an extinguisher, aiming it at the fire she let loose to douse it. It didn’t seem to help as it spread further and was soon lapping at her feet, the heat could be felt through her uniform and she stumbled backwards, trying to get away from it. Y/N fell on her ass and scrabbled backwards - it was too close! She needed to get Obi away from there but she was glued to the spot, her muscles had seized and her throat felt as if it had closed up. The loud hiss of the extinguisher made her jump, Obi’s tall figure staggered in front of her and he blasted out the flames before they could make it any further. He dropped the canister once it was empty and turned to Y/N, the blood from his head had stopped and he was a little woozy but the man knelt beside her to check her over, “Y/N? Are you alright? Take a breath…” Obi could see she was beginning to hyperventilate, she was shaking all over, “It’s okay. We got this, Y/N.”

At some point he had put her in the passenger side of the Matchbox, she wasn’t quite sure how long she was there until someone got into the driver’s seat and the vehicle moved as the rest of the team got into the back - Was it over?

“Y/N, look at me.” It was Hinawa, of course, it just had to be him. “Y/N!”

The woman flinched at his demanding tone and she looked at him. He didn’t seem mad at her, he didn’t look any different than usual, his serious, wide-eyed expression seemed the same as always… perhaps she was imagining the softer look in his gaze than usual though.

“It’s over, you’re okay and so is everyone else. Just breathe, if you need to get out for a moment then that’s okay too.” Hinawa glanced over her shoulder as Obi opened the passenger side door to check-in.

Obi placed his hand on her shoulder to offer comfort and recoiled as she jerked away from the touch, “Woah… It’s just me, Y/N…” She wasn’t her usual self at all, usually, she was fine on missions and kept a cool head - Then again she was never this close to the action. “It was a pretty close call, right? You saved me from getting burnt up -”

“I wanna go home…” Y/N sobbed, “I wanna go home to base, I don’t wanna… Please, can we go home, Captain?”

“Sure…”

— -

She didn’t really speak to anyone when they go back, she ran for the showers and was done before any of the other women caught up with her. On her way back to her room she ran into Arthur and Shinra, they asked after her but didn’t pry, their concern made her feel a little better and she thanked them shyly before she kept going. No one brought it up during dinner and it wasn’t until training the next day that Obi and Hinawa called her into the office.

That terrified her, she was going to be fired, they were going to send her back to the 3rd.

Hinawa sat in the corner with his clipboard and Obi had set his chair up opposite the one she would sit in, he wasn’t using his desk to put space between them. When she sat down she couldn’t help but make herself as small as possible and subconsciously held her breath. “Y/N,” Obi began softly, “Why didn’t you mention it before? We could have avoided putting you in that position.”

“It…It’s not a big deal.” She murmured and glanced at Hinawa, “I’m a fire soldier, it… I just, I mean…” Her hands fisted on her lap, “It won’t happen again! I’m sorry!”

Hinawa let out a sigh from the corner and she felt like he had yelled, she didn’t want to lose his respect, Hinawa had given her this opportunity. “I should have been more thorough when investigating you, I knew that you had been injured on duty but I didn’t look into the specifics - I wanted you.” After a beat, he added, “In the 8th.” He leaned his forearms on his knees, he had put her in this position after all, “It’s a big deal, you caught fire and were burned badly enough that you had to take a year off in hospital to recover. I have an immunity to flames, I don’t get burnt in the same way you or the Captain might. It hurts like hell, right? I’m in awe that you go out there and are as compassionate as brave as you are, most people wouldn’t be able to get that close to fire after what happened to you, let alone help others.”

“You were never meant to be that close to the action, Y/N.” Obi said, “You were there because you were trying to save my life. I’ll keep training so that I don’t put any of my team through that again. If you need some time…”

Y/N wiped her eyes on her sleeve, she didn’t want to cry in front of them, she took a deep breath and then looked Obi in the eye, determination on her face, “I’ll keep training too! I don’t need time, I just need to try harder, Captain!” Standing up, Y/N then looked at Hinawa, “I love it here, I was really happy when you said you wanted me, Lieutenant… in the 8th…” She didn’t want this to change how they treated her, “I’ll get better so please, please keep supporting me as before!”

“We should get to training then.” Hinawa said as he stood up, “I think this meeting is over, right, Captain?” Obi nodded and smiled, reaching over to ruffle Y/N’s hair a little, “Y/N, let’s go.”

“Yes, Sir!”

[ourobororos]

is it theoretically possible for maxie to cook food just by holding it and if so how effective would it be

he can. depending on how hes holding it it could cook really unevenly and taste like ash but its Cooked. its more effective with drinks he heats up his coffee like that 😼 also giovanni gives him the opposite of cigarette burns he presses it against him so he gets mad and it lights LOL

[alessia-zabini]

TASK 2 – FINDING YOUR ROOTS

Alessia Zabini’s Family

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Alessia Lucretica Zabini Gattai (b. October 29, 1985) FATHER: Lorenzo Gabriele Zabini Gattai (b. August 12, 1952) MOTHER: Alice Zabini Gattai, née Thompson (b. May 4, 1955) SIBLING(S): Giovanni Gabriele & Lorenzo Riccardo Zabini Gattai (b. February 20, 1983) BIRTH ORDER: Giovanni & Lorenzo (fraternal twins), Alessia FACECLAIMS: Andreas von Tempelhoff | Jamie Lee Curtis | Tyler Lain | Sophia Bush

Q & A

Where was your muse born?

Alessia was born on October 29, 1985, at the Dipartimento Materno-Infantile dell’Azienda Ospedaliero-Universitaria Careggi at 8.24 am.

Were they the first born, middle or youngest? Are they an only child? Adopted?

As the youngest of the 3 Zabini siblings, she has older fraternal twin brothers, Gio and Enzo, who are 2 years older than her. Alessia was named after her great-grandmother, while her brothers both were named after their father’s (Lorenzo Gabriele) and maternal grandfather (Richard John).

Does your muse have a favorite memory with their family?

Some of her favourite memories of her childhood involve early morning walks with her father from the family palazzo across the Parco giochi D'Azeglio to the Mercato Centrale di Firenze on the weekends, always via the Galleria dell’Accademia - to “visit” Michelangelo, as her father would put it with an ever present smile on his face. They would around, choosing and weighing their options, then buying enough food and two bottles of wine for the weekend and the upcoming week. Seeing her parents move around the kitchen in an intricate dance as only people highly in tune and comfortable around each other could do made her want a large, open kitchen for herself for as long as she could remember. On the weekends, they would always sit down and eat each meal together, and remain at the table long after dessert had come and gone, just talking and joking amongst each other.

Does your muse get along with their family? What is the family dynamic?

Just like any other child, and especially as the baby of the family, Alessia has had her fair share of run-ins, friction and fights with her parents and older brothers - all of whom were, and still are, terribly protective of her, and love to meddle - but all in all, she loves them very dearly.

Lorenzo is the youngest son of an old Florentine Patrician family, took over the family’s private bank after attending law school in the UK, US and France, but left the family business to successfully indulge in his favourite hobby, photography. Alice, on the other hand, hails from a legacy of Harvard professors, rebelled against the family by attending Yale to study law and went into the diplomatic service, first as an attachée to the American ambassador in Italy, then slowly climbing through the ranks at the American Consulate consulate in Florence, only to be delegated all around the world, once Alessia started secondary school.

Despite very different approaches to life, her parents’ marriage is a mostly harmonious one. They met at a bar in Santo Spirito on a Sunday, when her mother practically fell into his lap by accident, that’s how they always tell the story, and her father’s advances were rejected 3 times, before her mother agreed on a date. They have been together ever since, getting married a year later at the Zabini Gattai’s Tuscan estate in 1981. For as long as she can remember, Alessia has never seen them go to bed mad at each other. Any differences between her parents are generally resolved and settled with heated discussions or bickering, but mostly, they present a united front, especially against their three whip-smart kids.

Does your muse have a favorite family member? Why?

As much as she loves her close and extended family - American and Italian alike - Alessia is probably closest to Lorenzo, who everyone simply calls Enzo, the younger of her fraternal twins. They’re closer in character, both very outgoing, loud and bubbly, have similar tastes in books and music, and share the same urge to be outside, whenever possible.

Best family vacation? The worst?

The best kind of family vacations were, and still are, when they can all come together and enjoy some time off. Being strewn all over the world these days, it’s fun to get together and just be a family for a while.

Alessia’s most fond vacation memory, however, is from a three week stay in Marokko, when she was fourteen. Her parents took them out on an adventure into the desert on camel’s backs, where they slept in tents for a few days, before returning to Marrahech via Fez to immerse themselves into the rich culture of the country as well as to enjoy a dip in the hotel pool at night. A few years ago, the Zabini siblings went back to La Mamounia, simply to relive those pool nights, with added drinks this time. 

One bad memory about a holiday involved her brothers colliding with each other on a ski piste in the Swiss Alps during a sudden heavy snow storm. She remembers huddling close to them, after another skier had shouted at them that they would get help, hoping that her dazed brothers would be okay. It had been so cold, and from what she remembers it had taken ages for help to reach them on the remote piste. From that accident, Gio suffered a ruptured ACL, and Enzo a calf muscle avulsion. Alessia shudders at the memory to this day.

What are the names of your muse’s parents? Siblings?

Alessia’s mother is called Alice, née Thompson, her father’s name is Lorenzo. She has older fraternal twin brothers called Giovanni and Lorenzo.

Who does your muse take after more? Any habits?

Despite looking more like her mother, and sharing her sharp, analytical mind and wit, she takes more after her father, who is a very jovial, slightly nerdy person. He never runs out of stories, able to entertain friends and strangers alike, and he’s a social butterfly, always getting to know new people. Her mother is the more cautious one, debating whether people are worth her time, before engaging with them. Humour is a big trait they both shared with Alessia and her brothers, and they’ll often all start laughing at the dumbest things, just because they can.

Favorite and/or least favorite family traditions?

Alessia’s favourite Zabini family tradition is the annual pasta-making, which started as an anniversary surprise from her father for her mother after the first year, and continued on to this day. The 5 Zabinis would come together, make, knead and form the dough until about a ton of freshly made pasta would be sitting around the family home kitchen. Then they’d each prepare their favourite sauce, or pasta preparation - her father preferring a red pesto with almonds and sardines, her mother a good tomato sugo with grilled vegetables, her brothers a creamy porcini mushroom and pecorino and pancetta sauce respectively, and Alessia’s favourite, a parmesan and lemon sauce - which they would all share with the rest of the family during their parents’ anniversary meal. In the last few years, the pasta-making has been done via FaceTime and Zoom, with her siblings and herself in the US, and her parents in Florence, and they all enjoy making and eating their personal favourite, all the while talking to each other.

Is there a family game night? What was the board game of choice? How did it go over?

Courtesy of her mother, the Zabini family can hold their own in a mean game of Texas Hold’em Poker. They all get stupidly competitive over the cookie chips they’re using, and bicker and squabble all night. The more you win, the more you get to eat, after all.

Who has the weakest bladder on road trips?

That had probably have to be her mother Alice.

[beyondcanon]

fanfic: a family wedding

here i am, out of a 5-year retirement, back on my bullshit. a new offering, from a new fandom. enjoy:

wynonna earp/wayhaught.  Waverly and Nicole's wedding turns everyone into a bridezilla. Complete. Read on AO3.

i.

Waverly rubs her temples. She wanted a quiet night in, to watch some RuPaul and hopefully later spend long moments sitting on Nicole's face.

The house has been full of people for the last three weeks, bustling with activity and constant bickering.

Nicole rubs Waverly's back and kisses just beneath her ear. It makes it a little better. "It's time for the contingency plan, baby."

Waverly sighs. "Why does everyone have to be..." She searches for the right words. "Like this?" She gestures around, defeated.

"I am the best cowboy!" Doc grunts, pushing past Mercedes. "I won't be made to wear a tux!"

"We're not all from the Old West, old man." Jeremy stands by Mercedes’s side, who gives her best I am always right smile. "We have to be color-coordinated!"

"You can go dressed as a magic elephant, for all I care." He sips his whiskey.

This is why she can't have nice things.

Nicole squeezes Waverly's shoulder. "You're a planner, aren't you?" She gives her that little adorable smile. "So let's plan our wedding. Make it amazing."

Wynonna arrives with cheap booze and Shorty's chicken wings. "Anyone want to try wedding samples?" She settles them on the table with a loud thud

No no no nononono—

"Enough!" Waverly stands up, stomps her foot on the ground, and claps her hands. "Everyone sit down!"

It shocks everyone enough and the house falls silent.

"Yes, baby girl?" Wynonna smiles pretty, like she's doesn't always have a fire burning under her ass.

“The madness stops now." Waverly walks to the cupboard and takes the bright pink folder she's been hiding for two whole days and nights. "It's my wedding." Her gaze softens when it meets Nicole, who winks at her.

"I'm going to lay some ground rules." She takes several papers and passes them around. "I have assigned you each a role in this mess."

Everyone starts reading, nodding, flipping through pages. They are taking it much better than Waverly imagined.

"You have our wishes and specific deadlines for each task." She looks at each of the lunatics in their eyes. "You'll stick to your role, and you won't make final decisions without me or Nicole present. Understood?"

They nod.

Nicole gets up from the couch to stand by Waverly's side, a comforting hand on the small of her back. "We have three months. Can we count on you?"

The entire house rumbles with cheer.

"A round of shots for everybody!" Wynonna shouts before rushing to grab the glasses.

It takes no time for everyone to be comparing assignments.

Nicole pulls Waverly aside and whispers in her ear. "That was so hot, baby."

"You liked it?" Waverly bites her lower lip, grabbing Nicole's shirt to pull her even closer. "I've saved the best for later."

Nicole smiles, that handsome devil, arms around Waverly, and leans for a wet, dirty kiss.

—

Nicole called it saving costs, but Waverly calls it porn:

A white tank top, dirty and clinging to her body, tight jeans, brown boots, drops of sweat on her glorious, exposed, lean, muscled back.

Power tools, gloves, woodwork? In the middle of her front lawn?

"I know." Wynonna shows up by Waverly's side, leaning against the door frame, and stares.

Doc, sexy if mustaches and Old West are your things, is cutting wood, black tank top, rough jeans, black boots, grunting in concentration.

"Oh yes," Waverly nods, half a glass of lemonade forgotten on her right hand. "I love a good DIY project."

Nicole is setting up the frame of the structure, drilling holes, and what else. She looks back and smiles, much like that first day on Shorty's.

Waverly gnaws her straw, short of breath.

-

Doc cleans his forehead. "I'm going to the store to get more supplies."

Waverly shows up, hair down and big, big smile. "Lemonade?" She offers the tray.

He takes a glass and Nicole settles down her tools with a content sigh, hair sticking to the back of her neck.

Waverly salivates as she extends her tray to her future wife.

One thing you can say about Doc is the man can read a room. He looks between the both of them before tipping his head as a thank you. "Be back later."

"Maybe you want to come inside and rest, after all your..." Waverly squeezes Nicole's arm," hard work?"

Nicole smiles, dimple and all, and takes a few steps closer. She smells like wood, grass, and vanilla. "There's a lot to do. We only have a few weeks."

Waverly looks up into Nicole's eyes. Grabbing her belt, she sneaks a few fingers between Nicole's jeans and her glorious warm skin. "Resting is so important when you work this hard, baby."

"You're not wrong."

Waverly, so coy and innocent, blinks and pulls them inside.

In appreciation, she waits for Nicole to finish her drink to only then go down on her on the kitchen table. 35 minutes later, she comes back for air and cleans her face with the back of her hand.

Now that's refreshing.

-

Mercedes, in a long white dress, looks every part like the socialite she is.

"This is unacceptable!" She shows her scary vampire teeth, and the poor catering people retreat two to seven steps. "Being vegan is not an excuse to serve us this rotten, tasteless..." Her mouth contorts, incapable of finishing the sentence.

Waverly opens her mouth to defend the catering, because what you'd expect from a small-town, backyard company — Mercedes lifts a commanding finger and grabs her phone.

Nicole, all parts, hero and sexy beast, places an arm on Waverly's shoulders, and whispers: "Let her do her thing, baby."

Every hair on Waverly's body stands. That's very convincing.

"Marco?" Mercedes smiles and tucks a strand of her behind her ear, vampire teeth concealed. "Yes, so long." She chuckles. "I know. Where's Ibiza when we need it?"

Looking at her own pristine, manicured nails, she sighs. "Listen, I need a favor. I'm organizing a wedding, and you know how food is essential to having a good time. But I can't seem to find good service in this town." She punishes the employees with a cold, cold glare.

"I was wondering if you could spare me Giovanni for a few days, so he can take charge." She smiles, nails running on the table. "I still remember that banquet in 2014, don't you?" She offers the wedding info and hangs up.

Waverly tilts her head.

She looks back to the catering employees and offers a plastic smile. "There you go. You will have a new boss."

Nicole clears her throat. "Excuse me?"

"My taste buds need something of a certain level, Nicole." Mercedes puts her phone on her Prada leather purse. "And you both deserve to know what good food is. Giovanni will take care of the menu, the supplies, and he will be here to avoid a succession of inevitable disasters."

Waverly leans forward. "Who's Giovanni, again?"

"A personal friend, an underwear model, and a rising star in Italy's high dining scene. Just opened his first franchise in New York, so. Right by our side. Lucky for us!"

New York City isn't exactly a short drive away, but Waverly isn't going to tell Mercedes that. Neither was Giovanni.

-

Thirteen dresses later, Waverly finds the one.

The store lights bathe her in the spotlight, with the seamstress fussing over the hem of the dress — flowing, pearl white, structured but still fluid when Waverly spins around.

She turns to Wynonna and makes a pose.

"Baby girl, you look..." Wynonna looks at her like she's everything, eyes already watery. "Perfect."

Waverly beams, cheeks flushed, heart racing. This is it.

She's going to marry the love of her life in this dress.

After everything. Despite everything. She's going to marry the love of her life.

She tries a delicate, golden necklace on. It shines under the gentle dressing room lights.

Even better. She touches it with the tips of her fingers. "I can't believe it."

Wynonna coughs, smirk back to her face. "Nicole’s panties are going to combust as soon as she sees you."

Waverly slaps her sister's arm. "Wynonna!"

She will, though. She totally will.

And Waverly is not going to be using any underwear, so.

Good luck to Nicole in dealing with that information.

-

The demon bar is closed, with only a few employees restocking on the back, under neon lights.

Rosita, cigar on one hand and whiskey neat on the other, raises her eyebrows and smiles as Waverly approaches with a pie.

"Peace offering?" She sets her drink on the table as a beautiful bartender drapes herself around her, a hand on her bare chest under her blazer.

Waverly focuses on Rosita's dark eyes. She will not stare at that gratuitous PDA nor the bartender sucking on Rosita's earlobe.

Rosita smirks and pulls the pie closer. "Smells good."

"There's more." Waverly takes a top-tier, aged whiskey bottle from her purse and places it on the table.

Rosita's eyes shine — she opens immediately and takes a sip. "That's the good stuff. Gonna save it for a special occasion." She leans back on her seat. "But my birthday is not in four months."

For a breath, Waverly hesitates. "My wedding is next weekend."

"I've got the invitation. Beautiful lettering."

The bartender leaves, looking at Waverly from head to toe and making her squirmish.

She clears her throat. "Can I trust there will be no supernatural shenanigans? For a whole weekend?"

Rosita looks at her, kinder than a moment ago, and finishes her drink. "I own you that, at least." She stretches her empty glass to the side and the bartender pops up with another, touch lingering before leaving.

The woman is living in her customized heaven.

She turns back to Waverly. "To be fair, Doc has already a. showed up with two shiny guns and b. chose a few demons for security. It's all settled."

Waverly's eyes widen. "He what?"

"You know he's a worrier, darling." Rosita takes a puff of her cigar. "Do you mind if I wear red? I've been meaning to ask you."

Waverly rolls her eyes. "Wear whatever you want. As long as you stay out of trouble."

Rosita pouts her pretty, full red lips. "Me? Trouble?" She purrs, full of mischief. "Never."

-

Jeremy shines when he has goals and deadlines.

He begins his Powerpoint presentation about the wedding, running decisions, costs, and purveyors.

"It's your wet dream, baby," Nicole laughs when he opens a detailed excel sheet.

"Oh, hush, you," Waverly nudges her to-be wife and shuts her up with a kiss. "Continue, Jeremy. You're perfect the way you are."

He’s dumping even more information when Waverly notices something. "Wait." She scoots closer to the computer screen. "My first rough budgets were at least two times what you're showing us."

"See, uh, the numbers," Jeremy stops, mumbles something, stops again.

Nicole raises an eyebrow. "Jeremy."

He gives them a sheepish smile. "Everyone wanted to chip in."

Nicole blinks, frozen. "What?"

"It was supposed to be a kind of a secret?" He gives them a weird chuckle. "But my graphs were so nice, and I thought Waverly would want to see them, and... now we're here."

"Everyone wanted to chip in," Waverly repeats, dumbstruck.

"Yeah, uh, Wynonna is paying for your dress, Doc and Nedley are taking over half of the booze budget, Mercedes said she had a special deal with some Giovanni man about the food, and I don't have much but there's enough for some of the flowers, and Contessa sent me a check, and then..."

"That's... very nice of you." Nicole pulls Jeremy for a hug. "All of you." Waverly follows them into a group hug.

Jeremy sinks into their embrace, relieved. "You should start this new chapter without debt."

Silly, silly people. Waverly sniffs. She's not crying.

-

Doc's scrubbing, sanding, and painting the fences. He smiles somewhere under his mustache when Waverly arrives. "Afternoon."

He's been fixing the property every day, and it shows.

"It's looking great, Doc." Waverly can't help but grin.

"Everything for our girls," he answers, never stopping his work. It's different, being taken care of.

Waverly looks at her own feet for a moment. That gets Doc to pause. "You didn't have to talk to Rosita."

"I know." He nods. "I'm sorry if I overstepped. I wanted to make sure everyone would be safe and focused on celebrating." A long pause. "We had enough suffering already."

"You didn't have to do that," Waverly says quietly. "Thank you."

-

Waverly enjoys a moment of peace on the couch, cuddling against Nicole as they each read a book.

Rachel walks in circles in the living room, white earphones over her ear, until she screams, "I GOT IT!"

Waverly enjoyed a moment of peace, that is. She closes her book, followed suit by Nicole. "Yes, Rachel?"

"Listen, a two-day ceremony is not easy, okay?" Rachel gesticulates. "There are so many moments, the music has fit the mood. So I made four different playlists."

Nicole pulls Waverly to her lap, equal parts gratuitous and welcome. Waverly rests her side against her fiancée, hand playing with gorgeous, silky red hair.

The closer they are to the wedding, the harder it becomes to stay away. She wants to be touching Nicole all the time, every time.

Rachel clears her throat. "You do make The Notebook look bleak."

They both smile, turning their attention to their unpaid DJ.

"Back to business!" Rachel sits by their side and shows her phone screen. "There are four playlists. I call them: Drunk in Love, Let's Get That Party Started, Soft Rock for Old People, and Live, Laugh, Love. Each lasts several hours."

Nicole nods, impressed. "I hope there's plenty of throwbacks."

"Yeah yeah," Rachel waves. "Plenty of the 90s and 2000s for old people do their old people dances." Her face turns very serious. "No Macarena. I have standards."

Waverly smiles.

-

They decide to get ready at Nicole's because they need a moment.

Waverly leaves the bathroom in a tight, golden dress that doesn't quite reach half her thighs.

Nicole, sitting on the edge of the bed, puts her phone aside. "Nedley says everything's going well and we should—" She looks at Waverly and stops dead in her tracks. "Oh. Baby."

"We should?" Waverly takes a few steps towards her high heels, putting her earring on.

"Baby." Is Nicole... breathless? Waverly turns to look at her future wife in slack pants and dress shirt still undone, sexy lace lingerie. A vision.

Nicole's lips part open, chest rising and falling quickly. "You're a vision."

Waverly dismisses her with a wave and a smile, face turning hot. "I haven't even finished my makeup."

Nicole gets very close, very fast. "We're going to be late."

We still have half an hour, and we're almost ready—" Waverly frowns.

Nicole pushes her against the dresser, bodies in full contact, lips grazing Waverly's. "We're going to be late," she says, voice dropping an octave, hand on the back of Waverly's neck.

Waverly's breath catches on her throat.

Oh.

She places one hand on Nicole's chest, licking her lips. "Nicole..."

"You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen." She grabs the back of Waverly's thighs, and soon Waverly is sitting on the dresser, legs spread open. "I need to have a taste." She joins their lips in a slow, wet kiss. "I promise I won't ruin your makeup too much."

Heart pounding wild, Waverly lets out a shaky breath. "Take off your shirt. I wouldn't want it to get wrinkled."

Nicole obeys.

-

Waverly and Nicole walk into Shorty's, arms linked and sway on their hips. A pair of retired demon bartenders offer champagne, and they each take one.

The crew cleaned up the place nicely for the rehearsal dinner. There's a giant table in the middle of the room, candles all around, soft music playing on the speakers.

This is where it all began. This is where they would come together as a family before the big day.

They take their seats, Nicole's arm resting on the back of Waverly's chair. Her shirt is two buttons open too sexy.

Waverly stares like she hasn't spent the last hour kissing, biting, and licking those wonderful assets. Can anyone tell Waverly came two times in Nicole's car before arriving?

Wynonna looks at them with a very particular smile, eyebrows wobbling.

Yes, they can.

Nedley raises his glass. "Let the feast begin!"

The bartenders arrive in a choreography of endless drinks and trays of food.

It's lovely, and Waverly's heart could explode.

-

Belly full, head dizzy, Waverly looks at Nicole, who's talking to Wynonna like old pals.

She lays her head on Nicole's shoulder and her very nearly wife turns to kiss Waverly's head before returning to the conversation.

How did she manage to find someone like this? How does someone get that lucky?

Doc stands up, charming in his modern cowboy look. He clinks his glass. "It's time for a toast." Oh, man. Everyone falls silent, eyes darting between Doc and the couple. 

"Waverly, you're sweet as a summer peach. You're the heart of this ragged group of outsiders." A lengthy round of claps. "Nicole, you have some gut. You're not afraid to stand up for creatures much stronger than you and fifteen times as dangerous. You could have a quiet life, and still, you chose us. You're out of your mind."

They laugh and toast together. "To insanity!"

Nedley clears his throat. All eyes go to him. "Nicole, I'm so proud of the woman you've become and the family you made for yourself." He says it slow, gentle, measuring his words. "Waverly, you found yourself a good one. Every bit good and sweet as you are. You both deserve all the happiness in the world. Marriage is a wild ride and life can be tough: good luck."

Waverly nods and toasts with him, holding back tears.

"I made, uh, a quick chat about—" Jeremy begins before Wynonna boos and throws a grape in his direction. "Tough crowd," he says, standing up and getting a laugh out of most people. "Seriously, though. As the wedding planner, social media manager, and chapel coordinator..." He pauses and looks around. "Which are three of the most important jobs," he raises a finger and ignores Doc's huffing by his side. "Thank you for letting me live vicariously through you both. You are the gay unicorns. Thank you for not dying, several times."

Another toast! Can Waverly even hold this much alcohol? She giggles.

Wynonna stands up: tight black dress, plenty of cleavage and gun strapped to her thigh and whiskey on her hand. "Nicole, thank you for making my baby sister happy." She locks eyes with Waverly, so soft and content. Waverly smiles and squeezes Nicole's arm. "We've been to hell and back. We learned to like each other, even though you're a goody-two-shoes who fucked my sister on every surface available on my house." The whole table laughs; Waverly hides her face on the crook of Nicole's neck. "Oh yes, Sheriff, I know. I wish I didn't. One more reason I need therapy." More laughs. She raises her glass. "Thank you for putting up with us."

The bartenders serve their shots. "To sound insulation!" Wynonna shouts.

Waverly downs her drink, feeling it burn on the back of her throat. Oh, Nicole will have to carry her home if they keep this up.

Downing two shots in close succession, Wynonna looks at Rachel and gestures with her head.

The girl gets up from her seat, orange juice on a champagne glass. "Marriage is totally a failed institution, but—" She fidgets with her dress. "If anyone can make it work, it's the two of you. It's gross, really." She gets a thunderous laugh from the others and gives a small smile. "To lesbian moms!"

Nicole raises her champagne glass.

-

Gunshots and people screaming.

Of course.

Wynonna, Doc, and Nicole jump immediately, retrieving their guns as they out the bar.

Waverly huffs, reflexes slow, and no gun anywhere near.

"Stop right there!" She can hear Nicole scream, already outside.

When she gets to the action, four demons are trying to rob a store. Great. Talk about trusting Rosita.

Nicole points Peacemaker at them. "If I were you, I'd listen to the Sheriff."

They growl, posture wobbly as if drunk or drugged on something. "Can't a demon have some fun in this town?"

A thunder falls, and a deep voice echoes. "What did I say?"

Waverly looks and approaching at a distance: Rosita, red overcoat, and hair flowing in the autumn wind. She's almost floating right above the ground, the definition of power.

"Not today, boys," she orders, with an easy command. "Not tomorrow. And not the day after that." She's already very close. "Is that too much to ask?"

She looks at the humans trapped inside and the doors open. "Get out." The young family scurries away, no questions asked.

She slaps the demons in quick succession. "It's like you can't take a fucking order." They try to fight, but Rosita is quicker, stronger, and doesn't take a single blow.

It's a beautiful one and a half minutes.

Wynonna breaks a smile, gun still pointed at the group. "You go, girlboss."

Rosita rolls her eyes, a high-heeled boot on a demon's throat, a hand on another's throat, as two lie on the floor, passed out. "I'm sorry about the disturbance. You may go back to your festivities."

Waverly feels a bit guilty. Maybe Rosita's not so bad.

"See you tomorrow." Rosita drags the demons back to wherever they came from.

Nicole shrugs and sets her gun back on its holster. "C'mon, baby. Night's still young."

Waverly takes her hand, tripping just a little on the walk back to Shorty’s.

By the end of the night, Nicole does carry her to bed, with a big glass of water and some aspirin. -

Read chapter Two.