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Bad Ideas Part 11

Regulus Black au

Summary: It started as nothing now it’s something. Voldemort has been defeated but that doesn’t mean the wizarding world is still a good place to be.

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Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Warnings: Smut

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“How about we make some noise to make everyone uncomfortable?”

Everyone downstairs sat awkwardly. Neither James nor Lily could even look at each other. This was the LAST thing that they ever expected! They expected to come back to their children still being “children” not fully grown adults with their own lives.

Remus groaned before getting up and going to find some whiskey. Sirius turned his attention to James before wincing at the expression on his friend’s face.

“I would say welcome back but I don’t think you would enjoy that.”

James scowled at Sirius before running a hand through his hair.

“Who was supposed to be watching her? Did no one see this happen and say Regulus stop?”

Remus turned back to his best friend with that parental look of contempt that he wore so well.

“They must have done it on a shift change when Sirius and I couldn’t see anything.”

“No time for sarcasm, Remus.”

James snapped. Remus sat back down and stared at James for a moment before speaking.

“James, Lily…whether the two of you like it or not, Y/n is a grown woman. While Sirius and I weren’t thrilled with Y/n and Regulus becoming a couple…it really wasn’t our place to tell her to stop either.”

James turned to Sirius.

“You are being awfully quiet in this! Where were you? We made you to be the godfather for a reason.”

Sirius held his hands up.

“Mate, I don’t want to get into this.”

“Too bad, you are already in this.”

James hissed. Sirius was silent for a moment before speaking.

“I wasn’t thrilled by it. Ask Remus. I may have ran off to the train station like a madman to try and stop them from running off to France together. That definitely wasn’t my best look but…you know what, I’m just going to say it…Y/n does what she wants. I know you don’t like it and hell I don’t like it but Regulus and Y/n are good as a couple. He treats her like a princess. It's better than some horny hyped up on muggle Viagra with a duffle bag of porn in his closet.”

James immediately groaned.

“I do not want to think about what your brother has in his closet.”

Remus gave James a parental look of contempt.

“You are making this worse than it is. Now why don’t you go get some rest? I’m sure you’ll feel better in the morning.”

Lily immediately stood with a gentle expression on her face. She decided that she would speak to James about this more logically when he wasn’t in the middle of a freak-out.

“I think Remus is right, dear. We do need to get some rest.”

James grumbled before following Lily upstairs for a sleepless night of worry.

The next morning, James went downstairs feeling even more exhausted than when he went to bed. Sleep did not find him in a pleasant place. His already crappy mood got even worse the moment that he spotted Regulus sitting at the table reading.

The shithead is just sitting there like it's nothing…I ought to wipe that smug look off of his face.

James thought as Regulus’ eyes rolled up to meet his.

“I know you’re there. Are you just going to stare at me for the rest of eternity because that will be annoying.”

James scowled.

“Where is Y/n? I want to talk to her…not you.”

Regulus rolled his eyes before going back to the newspaper.

“She has this thing called a job. I know it's a new concept for you but that’s where she is.”

James took a breath, trying to fight the urge to punch Regulus. He knew that it would be a bad thing to do but he desperately wanted to wipe that smug expression off of Regulus’ face so badly.

“I’m surprised that you let her work. I figured that you would keep her locked up in this haunted house.”

Regulus’ grey eyes rolled up again.

“Let her? I’m sorry, I must have misheard you. I don’t let her do anything. She’s a grown woman and can do what she wants. This isn’t the stone age.”

Regulus snorted.

“Let her, that’s funny, Potter. That daughter of yours doesn’t do a damn thing that she doesn’t want to do. I can tell her not to do something until I’m blue in the face and she will still do whatever it is. There is also this thing called a healthy relationship where I can tell her that I don’t like something and if I’m lucky she will listen to me. She likes her job as a doctor. It doesn’t matter if we have enough money where she doesn’t have to work, she wants to. If she wants to tend to gross nasty sickly people then that is her choice. It's better than having her sitting here going all psycho like my mother.”

James blinked a few times before scratching his head.

“So, you don’t order her around?”

“No, Potter. I do not order your precious little daughter around. Now would you get over yourself before I have to punch you in the face?”

Sirius stepped into the room before quickly turning to edge out. The last thing that he really wanted was to get into the James vs Regulus grudge match of the season.

“Sirius, don’t leave.”

Regulus commented as Sirius turned around with a frown on his face.

“But I’m doing something.”

Sirius grumbled.

“What are you doing? You look lost.”

Regulus replied as Sirius dropped into the chair on the other side of the table. He couldn’t blame his older brother for not wanting to get into this mess. Regulus didn’t want to be in on it himself either. He would much rather James just shut up and face reality. That didn’t seem like it would happen, however.

“I was…I was watching a dinosaur movie?”

Sirius commented quickly.

“Jurassic Park, again?”

Regulus questioned. He didn’t know how bitter or annoyed with James he had to be in order to be interested in Sirius’ day.

“Yeah, sure.”

Sirius quickly replied. Regulus nodded before going to idly look at the article on the Malfoys he had been reading.

“And your feelings on this? You have watched this movie fifty times.”

Regulus was banking on Sirius going on a tangent and when he did Regulus couldn’t be more relived.

“Okay, so …you mean to tell me that this joker scientist found every species of dinosaur in tree sap? Did they all get stuck in the great sapalanche of a million BC?”

Both Regulus and James turned to look at Sirius as if mentally wondering why they bothered with him.

“Sapalanche? That isn’t even a word.”

Regulus grumbled. There was sometimes Regulus couldn't help but wonder how he hadn't murdered his brother years ago?

“It's the point though. You can’t tell me that there isn’t anything that you enjoyed about that movie.”

Sirius commented. Regulus smirked.

“The lawyer being eaten by the T-rex was neat.”

James rolled his eyes for the millionth time before deciding to come into the conversation. He didn’t know why he was bothering but it seemed like the thing to do.

“And you’re who Y/n chose to spend her life with?”

Regulus batted his eyes with a snarky little grin.

“Yes, get used to it. It was me or the Longbottom twit. I can start listing the reason why she loves me however a lot of them aren’t safe for your precious little ears.”

James immediately started shaking his head.

“Just stop, Black!”

Sirius hung his head and contemplated putting his hands over his ears.

“Yeah, stop, Reg. I don’t need to be hearing this either. I’m changing the subject. So, I have this scaly patch on my elbow. Do you think it's anything serious?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow before resuming his cool stoic demeanor.

“As a matter of fact, Y/n was doing a paper on scaly patches. It's a serious problem and you may have to have your arm amputated. I would definitely have that looked at before we have to call you stumpy.”

Sirius sat motionless for a few moments before getting up and running out of the room. James turned back to Regulus with a frown.

“That was mean.”

Regulus leaned back in his chair.

“What do you know about scaly patches? Didn’t your parents die from Dragon Pox?”

When James stormed out of the room, Regulus couldn’t help but be relieved.

“I should have said that from moment one. I am really losing my touch.”

Later that afternoon, you stepped into Grimmauld Place reading a pamphlet that had been given to you. A set of arms immediately wrapped around your waist.

“I never thought you would come home.”

Regulus sighed against your mouth. You stood on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss.

“Did you miss me that much?”

“You have no idea. I have been stuck with that brother of mine and your annoying ass father.

Something told you that this was going to be the reality that you would have to get used to.

“You didn’t hurt them, did you?”

“Not really…but I….”

“Y/N!”

Regulus was interrupted by Sirius as he came into the room holding his arm pathetically. You turned to face your godfather with a raised eyebrow.

“What did you do?”

Sirius winced.

“I have this scaly patch on my arm and I don’t want it to fall off!”

You frowned before turning to glance at Remus who was rolling his eyes. Turning back to Sirius, you took a breath wondering how Remus remained so calm in the face of utter chaos.

“It isn’t going to fall off. Let me see.”

Sirius held out his arm as you began to examine it.

“This is only dry skin. You should put some lotion or something on it. Wait, who the hell told you that it was going to….wait never mind.”

You gave Regulus a scowl. This was a Regulus Black comment.

“I can’t help it that he walked right into it.”

Sirius continued to examine the place with a skeptical frown.

“Are you sure?”

You gave Sirius an exasperated sigh before motioning to your scrubs.

“Do you think that I dress like a doctor for the hell out of it?”

Remus stood up, having enough of the stupidity himself. He had told Sirius multiple times that it was dry skin but the other man didn’t believe him.

“See, I told you. Now come on, it's dinner time and everyone is waiting. Everyone is here and we are keeping them waiting.”

Regulus slightly sighed in frustration. The last thing that he wanted was to spend a delightful dinner from hell with mummy and daddy Potter glaring at him the whole evening.

“How much longer will these Tuesday night dinners be going on? Since Voldemort is dead, I thought we would all see less of each other.”

Regulus questioned. Wrapping your hand around his, you gave your boyfriend a small shrug,

“Let's just make the best of it.”

You too had no interest in sitting through a long dinner. After a long day, you wanted nothing more than to drag Regulus into a hot bath or be alone. Entertaining was the last thing that you wanted to do.

Stepping into the dining room, Lily and James immediately looked up at you. As much as you wanted to say that you had made some progress in accepting the fact that your parents were back, you hadn’t. Things still felt awkward and completely out of place.

Part of you was still bitter at their less-than-stellar reactions to the news of your relationship with Regulus. The other half understood. It had to be awkward as hell to suddenly come back from being dead to the reality that your children were grown up.

Taking your place beside Regulus, neither of you moved to say a word to the others as everyone gleefully talked about their day. You reached out for a roll and began to butter it.

“Can one of us fake a seizure to get out of here?”

Regulus whispered. He was relieved when you smiled. Regulus wasn’t crazy. He knew how uncomfortable you were with your parents. Instead of being happy that you had grown into a successful woman they immediately started judging your life choices. That had to be a big letdown.

It was a major letdown…

Regulus thought before focusing his attention on your face. It didn’t take him being in love with you to know your feelings. One look at your face told him everything that needed to know. Regulus could only hope that his rant directed at the Potters would make some kind of difference. As much as he hated repeating himself, Regulus would go off on James and Lily as many times as he had to in order to protect you.

Reaching down, Regulus wrapped his hand around yours and squeezed. Whatever he had to do to keep you happy and healthy would be done. You would always be worth whatever work that he had to put forward.

Meanwhile, across the table, Lily focused her attention on you. Despite the rather ugly introduction, she hoped that she could somehow make a successful mother/daughter relationship with you.

“Y/n, you have never said what you do at the hospital.”

Lily started. You looked up with a frown.

“Currently I am having Alice Longbottom follow me around trying to shove bubblegum wrappers in my hair. I’m supposed to be working in surgery or emergency but I got stuck in the memory care wing.”

Lily tried to give you an encouraging smile. She automatically picked up on your sense of disdain.

“I’m sure it's because they think that you are very capable and can help the Longbottoms in some way.”

You snorted.

“Sure…they have a lot of faith in me alright. I didn’t sign up for this.”

Sirius grinned automatically.

“You could always go back to work for Kinglsey again. He is always muttering about how bad his secretary is.”

Remus gave Sirius a displeased expression.

“She didn’t go to be a healer school just to be a secretary. I’m sure things will get better soon, y/n. They probably just want to test you in other areas.”

You sighed.

“But I want to put bloody bludgeoned people back together… I don’t want to play nursemaid.”

James immediately put his bite of food down at the bloody bludgeoned people comment. Remus and Regulus, however, were smirking. James had to wonder which one she got that from. The answer was definitely debatable.

“Give me a week and you can put me back together.”

Remus commented. You gave him a thumbs-up before standing up.

“This had been fun. I’m going for a bath.”

You patted Regulus’ shoulder before moving to go out of the room.

“Y/n, wait.”

You turned as you reached the first step. Lily quickly walked out of the dining room with a nervous expression on her face.

“I know that we didn’t really get off to a good start yesterday but I really do want to get to know you. You are my daughter, after all, and you deserve a family. I know that you have one but your father and I want to be part of it. Would you consider possibly going to lunch alone with me tomorrow?”

As much as you wanted to hiss like a cat and run away, you decided not to. Lily seemed so genuine and sweet that you really didn’t want to hurt her. You really had no interest in going to lunch so quickly. In fact, you were expecting a few small chats that would eventually lead up to an outing but here you were. Something told you that you would have no moment of peace until you gave in.

“You should give them a chance. I know that the meeting wasn’t ideal but your parents really are good people. I also have full confidence that they love you.”

Remus’ words from earlier that morning came rushing back to you. He had called you before starting work simply to check in.

Taking a breath, you meet your mother’s eyes with a forced smile.

“Uh…okay. That will be…nice.”

Lily immediately smiled, looking beyond thrilled.

“Wonderful! I am so excited!”

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greetings-from-the-eraser-king · 7 months

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Hlvrai kids au

Basic premise the crew go on a field trip to Black Mesa they stumble upon a secret experiment b-u557 and end up releasing him and Black Mesa security desperately tries to stop him

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Tommy- is the oldest and is in 4th grade and is in a gifted class with darnold he has a huge collection of soda cans and stuffed animals his favorite thing to do is line them up in different patterns. Hes mainly happy and cheerful. him and benrey live together as brothers though there not biologically related he's not quite sure we're ben came from. Gman takes Tommy to black mesa a lot to show him different science experiments going on. Wants a dog so bad his toy dog is doing the job for now.

Gordon- he's in 3erd and is mainly a loner who doesn't fit in a chronic over-thinker he mainly likes to play videogames or read (mainly magazines about video games) he is a smart kid and maybe next year he'll be in the advanced science class. Anxious but loyal and can get easily annoyed. Him and benrey are frenemies both bonding over videogames and other nerdy things but benery is a bit to annoying to be a true friend (benery constantly taunts him by calling him feet man because when he was in kindergarten he stepped in peanut butter and ate it Gordon regrets telling him this) he carries a Gameboy wherever he goes.

Darnold- is one of the smartest kids in the 3erd grade but unfortunately the shortest which leads to constant taunts from forzen though not in the same grade him and Tommy are in the same gifted class and are very good friends. They enjoy making positions out of soda and doing all sorts of strange experiments.more shy and less confident than Tommy he still has a similar joyful attitude. Reads fantasy books and constantly has a new one every week.

Benery- in 3erd lives with Tommy and has no memory of how he got there but meh who cares loves to skate board and do tricks though no one knows how he holds onto it at all times seemingly appears and disappears at will. He wandered a lot and seems to forget things you just told him. You can't tell when he's joking or being serious. His helmet never comes off. Chill jokester who doesn't take a lot of things seriously and likes to hang around Gordon and annoy him. He is not allowed near black mesa.

B-u557- a top secret black mesa experiment to be the ultimate life form he was still brewing when the kids broke him out of his tube so he might have some defects mostly annoyed all the time but he is thrilled to be out of his tube and even more thrilled to finally be able to hear a scientist who has been visiting him.

Forzen- moved from France when he was around 3-4 his dad's in the military and he's a bit spoiled has had to move a lot because of his dad but he's been in the same neighborhood as the gang sense the end of 2ed grade. He's not truly one of the bullies of the school but is annoying to Gordon darnold and Tommy he quickly became friends with benery when he moved and benery taut him how to skate board.

Dr.coomer- a good friend of Tommy's dad but usually not taken very seriously by his coworkers. He is a little unusual and loud but is a very kind soul other scientists complaine that he talks to much. he works in many departments around black mesa but is most offensive seen in the robotics department is the founder of the black mesa boxing ring and has not lost his wife in the divorce yet. He likes to visit the secret experiment B-u557 to see how he's doing he does his rants to the experiment even though he knows he can't hear him. But b-u557 doesn't ever seem to be annoyed so he keeps visiting. Even if everyone else in black mesa tells him to stop.

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paracosmic-murdock · 1 year

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Tell me what are my words worth ; Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Chapter 10: "Bridgerton, d'une façon ou d'une autre"

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: While the other ladies have grown with the mindset of marrying and having children, you, as the daughter of a man who wanted a son, grew up being both. You learnt how to embroider, play the pianoforte, fence and manage the estate. However, there were some things that not even the Duke of Burgundy could do, so after he passed and you thought there was nothing left for you, you decided to move to London for a while and go to the Royal Academy of Art.

Nothing was going to keep you from what you wanted, and you would do whatever it takes: you would lie to everyone, you would live to death, you would pretend to be a man. You had a plan and it would be a piece of cake for you. But again, when has something that she wants and should not do easy for a woman? Especially when a man like Benedict Bridgerton gets in the way in more ways than one.

Warnings/tags: idiots in love, eventual smut, love triangles (but not really), lgbtq+ themes, bisexual benedict bridgerton, feminist themes, historical inaccuracy (for the sake of the plot), inspired by mulan (1998), song: the lakes (taylor swift), other tags to be added

Chapter summary: Not a soul showed up to the Bridgerton Ball, but thankfully, the red dress you promised Benedict he would love did not go to waste.

Word count: 2.1K

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"Oh, my Lord."

Colin and Anthony looked in the same direction as Benedict, his eyes fixated on you just arriving at the ballroom with your arm locked with Eloise's.

"Seriously, Benedict, you could have-" Colin's complaint was cut short by his brother's disappearance.

"You look breathtaking, my heart."

You smiled, feeling your cheeks burn. "Thank you, Benedict. You look quite alluring."

"You two are disgusting." Eloise rolled her eyes.

"... gotten any lady you wanted but decided to get her." Colin completed his sentence, only for the eldest Bridgerton to hear.

"When will you get over this, Brother?" Anthony questioned.

The younger brother scoffed. "When will you apologize to her, Brother?"

"I've tried." Anthony rolled his eyes.

"Not enough, apparently!" Colin exclaimed. "I cannot comprehend what your problem with her is either."

"She is very insistent on marrying Benedict, which seems quite suspicious to me."

"Suspicious why? What do you think she is hiding?"

"She could be with child and desperate to marry, needs money-"

Colin gave his brother an amused grin. "Did you not hear she owns the Palace of Versailles? Did you not know she owns the most prosperous winery in Burgundy? Like, three palaces, mansions, mines in the Americas, properties all throughout France? And how could she be with child? She's a fine lady. I do not understand how you can think that."

"You never know, Brother," Anthony sighed. "She has a cousin who is the lord of the house. Perhaps he kicked her out and she-"

"If that were the case, how could you even consider forbidding Benedict to marry her, knowing she is alone in the world?" Colin inquired. "Are you really that heartless?"

"I do not want our brother to end up like that."

He shook his head. "I can think of a hundred fates worse than living the luxurious life of a duke, Anthony, just… leave her alone. Look at them!"

Anthony did as Colin told him, looking at how annoyed Eloise seemed as you and Benedict talked and shared loving glances.

"Benedict had doubts, is what I mean to say."

Colin shook his head. "I believe that having doubts is common for someone like Benedict, who has never shown any interest in marrying. Now he does, I do not find that strange."

Anthony did not say a word.

"Red is certainly your color," Benedict whispered when Eloise had finally had enough of you two and left. "How perfect my future wife looks in red."

You felt your face go warm. "Good God, do not say that, Benedict! Someone might hear you."

"I swear, as soon as we are in London I will get you the shiniest ring so I can scream to the world that you shall be my wife."

"I did not know you were so interested in marrying me." you teased him, making Benedict laugh.

"I cannot wait to show you off, for you to be mine."

"I believe I am already yours, my love."

He smirked. "I could dishonor you once more if you continue to say these things."

"Oh, Benedict Bridgerton… you certainly are head over heels."

He smirked. "Are you not?"

"I believe my eyes say more than my words ever could."

"To me, your words are worth more than all the gold in the world."

You felt warmth rush to your cheeks.

"Has… she published, Mama?" Eloise asked her mother, stealing your attention from Benedict and his from you.

"Indeed she has," Violet replied next to Lady Danbury, making everyone look at them: the Bridgertons, the Sharmas, you. "Now we may know why we are the only ones here."

Eloise took the paper from her mother and began reading it under curious, worried glances. Soon, she gave it back and ran away.

No one dared to follow her except for you.

"El! Eloise!" you screamed through the hallways. She closed the door, and you knocked as if your knuckles were unbreakable. "Eloise, open the door! It is me!"

She opened the door hesitantly and eventually let you in. Her eyes were red, and to be honest, you had never imagined you would see her crying.

You sighed, closing the door behind you and hugging her. She hugged you back, breaking down.

"El…, what did Lady Whistledown say?"

"Theo." she answered, and that was all you needed to know.

You guided her to her bed, and there you hugged her again. "I am so terribly sorry that this happened to you."

"I just… I keep on being a disappointment, do I not?"

"You reached that conclusion too fastly for my liking," You pursed your lips. "You are not a disappointment to absolutely anyone, Eloise. Do not think for a second the contrary."

"I should want what every lady wants. Even you want it: a husband, children, you… you are certainly an inspiring woman in my life, and even you want that. I- I felt something with him, but I still could not bear the idea of having to marry and be with child and…"

"Good thing you do not have to," you muttered. "And I did not want a husband, to be honest… Benedict was- he was unexpected. I was never looking for a husband, that was an excuse to be here, but when he came into my life, I suddenly wanted all of it…" you added, stroking her hair carefully to not ruin the coiffure. "What I mean is that you shouldn't assume that that is not the life you want for yourself, because marrying does not necessarily mean you will be a wife and a mother only: you can still be the independent, fun, amiable, and charming Eloise Bridgerton. You are not disappointing anyone by choosing to be your own person and be true to yourself."

She smiled lightly. "You have your way with words, do you not?"

You laughed. "As long as that makes you feel better, then I do."

"It does," She chuckled. "Do I have to face everyone now?"

"Not unless you feel comfortable doing so."

"I should."

You cleaned her tears with the blankets and gave her a comforting smile, standing up. "Shall we, my dearest Eloise?"

She snickered. "Yes."

Eloise and you intertwined your arms and returned to the ballroom, and soon everything was fine as if nothing had happened.

"I am afraid that we called it a tie."

You smirked. "I do recall that, my heart. Who must I dance with?"

"Lord Henderson did not attend," Benedict mentioned the old men in bankruptcy trying to court you, faking pity. "You will have to settle for me."

"You cannot imagine how much I wish that the moment in which I have no remedy but to keep only one dance partner comes very soon."

He smiled widely. "That makes two of us."

"May I have this dance, Mr. Bridgerton?"

"This, and every dance that follows." Benedict offered you his hand, and you took it.

You started dancing, and even though everyone was dancing all around you, it was you and him only.

Your whole world.

"I plan to travel in a couple of weeks, perhaps. I must discuss that with my grandfather," you answered. "And, of course, you are more than welcome to join us, Colin! As long as your brother Anthony permits you to travel overseas with a stranger."

Colin hid a laugh. "Of course I do not need Anthony's permission."

"It seems like everyone needs Anthony's permission these days."

You had returned from Aubrey Hall earlier that day, and Lady Danbury and the Sharmas had already gone back home. Right now, you and Colin were chatting in the sitting room, drinking whiskey, and talking about your plans for when you return to France.

"Are you asking me if Benedict needs Anthony's permission to marry you?"

"I sure hope none of you depend on Anthony's permission to exist."

He shook his head, finishing his second glass of whiskey. "I suppose Benedict might need Anthony's approval, but I most certainly do not!"

"What do you mean by that, Colin?" you questioned, knowing full well his intentions; though, in your mind, they were a joke.

"If Benedict doesn't propose, I shall be your husband."

You snorted. "You'll be my husband? Only because I will take you to the Americas or are you aware of my wish to visit Egypt once more and want to join?"

"That does count as a token of appreciation," Colin smiled, now joking. "My wife you will be."

"I shall get the Bridgerton last name one way or another."

Colin laughed loudly. "You know, my Grandmother's ring has an emerald in it, and according to Lady Whistledown, you are quite the enthusiast."

Neither of you noticed the intrusive presence in the sitting room, a presence that had arrived some time ago as she took notice of Eloise's return and wished to check on her after the latest Lady Whistledown issue.

Unbeknownst to either of you, she was listening to the latter part of the conversation, not catching the joke.

And she knew deep in her heart that you were a lady Colin would never give away. Unlike no other… A Duchess to be, well educated, polyglot, enchanting, artistic, diverting, kind, beautiful, intelligent. All she could never consider herself to be.

Oh, she was jealous.

"I certainly hope our children look like you," he said, pouring another glass of whiskey. "It's a good thing my Mother adores you above any other woman that there is. She surely would be disappointed if I marry someone that isn't you."

"Why do you say that? Is there anyone else in your mind?"

"I have grown fond of the French ladies, but my future wife has got to be a duchess. One that will take me to the Americas and Egypt and will let me take her to Greece and Italy," he added. "And one who wears yellow as well as you. You look ravishing in yellow, my Lady. Certainly, more beautiful than the sunrise, if I may add. No one manages to look as good in it as you do."

"I am thankful for your kind words, Mr. Bridgerton. You have gained your spot as my travel mate."

Penelope fought the tears piling up in her eyes, disappearing from the scene before Benedict joined you and Colin in the sitting room. Early enough to not notice the kiss the second Bridgerton so recklessly gave you.

The younger's jaw threatened to fall from his head. "You are not supposed to do that, Brother!"

"I cannot help myself," he confessed with a smirk, giving you a flirty smile. "She will be my wife soon anyway."

Colin rolled his eyes, finishing the glass of whiskey as Anthony joined you three in the room.

"Uh, may I speak to you, Lady Y/N?"

The effect of the alcohol made you drop an amused laugh. "Just Y/N. And yes."

Anthony shook his head. "Did you two get her drunk?"

"Do not look at me, I just got here." Benedict excused himself.

"Guilty!" Colin exclaimed, and you both laughed.

"Of course, you can speak to me, Anthony. In fact, I am so very happy to speak to you because I was hoping you could give me something I have wanted to have for a while."

He frowned in confusion. "What would that thing be?"

"Your brother Benedict's hand in sacred marriage."

The two younger Bridgertons accompanied you in laughter.

"I have already asked her to marry me, Brother, I wish to have your blessing."

"Before I say anything in regards to that," Anthony sighed. "I wish to apologize, Y/N, for my harsh attitude towards you. I admit it was inappropriate and that my discomfort with the situation was not related to you, I just reflected on my frustration with your and Benedict's relationship and I am sorry. I hope we can put all this situation behind us and pick up right where we left off."

"Of course, Anthony. If you ask me, our interactions two days ago never happened."

Anthony smiled. "Thank you," He nodded. "And you do not need my approval, but, by all means, you have it."

Benedict chuckled, taking your hand in his.

Dearest gentle reader,

It is with such shame that I break scandalous news about our very own Lady Y/N of Burgundy.

In an utterly unexpected and upsetting turn of events, many were fed off her lies as she dresses up like a man each day of the week and joins the men in the Royal Academy of Art, impersonating her nonexistent brother.

The ulterior motives of her secret adventures are still unknown, however, we do know that she is certainly still looking for a husband.

Don't you, dear reader, think that now she will not have it as easy?

#benedict bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x fem!reader #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton

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silverofthunder · 4 months

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☆ found family – thoughts ☆

Terzo & teenager Copia, Aria (OC), Secondo (mentioned)

summary: ”Good to have you back, young miss.”.

content: 0.8k words, fluff, slice of life, SFW

this is a continuation piece for found family – the brother

It's been a while since I've written any proper family stuff but now I'm back to that business. 😊 I missed this little series. This is quite short but sweet anyway. Enjoy!

Terzo was sitting behind his desk, eyes focused on the boy who was sitting opposite of him and trying to do his Latin studies. It was clear his mind was elsewhere as he seemed to just stare at the page of the book in front of him for way too long and then take a look at the door. A small smile rose to his lips as he knew very well the reason Copia’s mind was not fully in the present.

His dear friend, Aria, had been away for a month, getting some studies done in the abbey in France, and she was supposed to return today. Copia was bouncing his leg under and rolling the pen between his fingers, and maybe he was even more nervous than Terzo had thought at first.

”Try to focus,” Terzo said and earned only some muttering as an answer from Copia. He let out a sigh, straightening his posture on the chair.

”Copia.” This time the boy looked at him, clearly a bit annoyed. ”I promised Secondo that I would look after you while he is away. I know you feel like this is pointless but you need to study as you never know what future might hold.”

Copia huffed, though there was a slight smile tucking at the corners of his lips.

”Says the one who avoids his own work.”

Terzo hummed, rolling his eyes. ”Secondo will kill me if he finds out that you’ve not done your work.”

”Does he need to know?”

Terzo was just about to say something when a knock on the door got both of their attention.

”Come in,” he said and the door opened soon, revealing one of the Sisters.

”Apologies,” the Sister said, and Terzo just smiled at her, giving a slight wave of hand before she turned to Copia. ”Someone wants to see you.”

The Sister moved aside and a familiar figure of Aria came into view and Copia was instantly on his feet and running to her, throwing his arms around her. She laughed as she hugged him back.

”Did you miss me?”

Terzo couldn’t help but laugh a little.

”Of course I missed you. It was so weird not having you around, my principessa.”

”I missed you, too,” Aria said, finally pulling back and taking a good look at Copia before moving her gaze to Terzo.

”Hi,” she waved at him and Terzo smiled at her.

”Good to have you back, young miss.”

Then her attention went back to Copia and now as Terzo could properly see the way Copia was looking at Aria, he couldn’t fight against the knowing smirk that rose to his lips. Copia looked at her like she was the light, and Aria was just smiling at him brightly. She looked happy to be back.

As Copia finally tore his gaze away, Terzo knew what was coming, and he also knew that he couldn’t say ’no’ to him. Even though Copia was now a teenager, he still knew how to make himself look like that 6 year old he once was.

”Can I go now, for a moment? I promise I will finish the homework later. Aria can confirm that.”

Aria giggled and nodded with such an enthusiasm that Terzo wasn’t sure was even convincing. But he let it pass this time. Copia usually kept his word and if he didn’t – well, as soon as Secondo would come back, he would surely get a little lecture.

”Fratello,” Copia dragged the word a little, and something in Terzo’s chest moved. Despire hearing that word for countless times before from Copia’s mouth, it never failed to make him feel warm. There was no blood relation and it didn’t really matter – family wasn’t always about the blood. Sometimes people just found each other and became a family. And Copia was the little brother he thought he could never have.

”Uh, are you okay?”

Aria’s question tore Terzo out of his thoughts and he shook his head, clearing his throat.

”Oh, yes, I’m okay, just thinking.”

Both Aria and Copia raised their brows but they didn’t say anything, just stood there, waiting. A long sigh passed Terzo’s lips and he leaned more back on his chair, offering a soft smile for both.

”Sí, you can go.”

Copia was now basically beaming, and when Aria took a hold of his hand, Terzo didn’t miss the way a faint red color rose to the boy’s cheeks.

”You’re the best!” Copia stated as Aria was already dragging him towards the door. Terzo chuckled heartily.

”Don’t let Secondo hear that.”

And with that the two disappeared out the door and Terzo was left sitting in silence, the only company being his thoughts. And now those thoughts were even more strongly leading him to direction where there might be more than friendship between his brother and Aria.

#terzo & copia #terzo #copia #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #jen writes fics

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liraleinil · 1 year

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So. I finished reading the Captive Prince trilogy in three days (just the novels, not the short stories) and I am feeling a lot of things, but mostly I'm feeling vaguely frustrated. It's hard to articulate how I feel. I enjoyed the books while I was reading them, even though some parts made me cringe. But that's not the problem.

The problem is the Lymond Chronicles by Dorothy Dunnett. I feel like at least some people who liked the Captive Prince books would love Dunnett but I've found that recommending the books rarely sticks.

If you're expecting an epic gay romance, you won't find it in Lymond. But a lot of the other elements in the Captive Prince series are there, along with great writing, a complex cast of characters, and plots and ploys abound. I don't read much historical fiction, but Dunnett was so good, it sucked me completely in, despite knowing very little of the history and setting. (Not so different from reading fantasy, really.)

Anyway! Spoiler warnings for all the Captive Prince novels and the Lymond Chronicles, though it's less explicit for the latter.

Let's get the obvious thing out of the way. My favourite book series is the Lymond Chronicles by Dorothy Dunnett, six historical fiction novels set in the 1500s, spanning from Scotland to Europe to Turkey to France, featuring a blond-haired, blue-eyed, minor Scottish nobleman known as Francis Crawford of Lymond. I'm sure other people have pointed out the similarity between the two series and the characters Laurent and Lymond and there has been analysis by people much more eloquent than me.

I started reading Captive Prince one afternoon and finished it before midnight. I went on to read Prince's Gambit simply because Laurent was acting so Lymond-like that I had to find out what he was up to. I immediately suspected he knew who Damen was from the start because that's the sort of annoying leaps of logic Lymond makes, with his cornflower blue eyes glittering with malice — that's how similar they are.

I'm not one of those people who can't enjoy a book because something like it has already been done before. I'm always looking for books that could bring me back to that same kind of excitement I found when I first read the Lymond Chronicles. One of the reasons I picked up Captive Prince was because of the comparisons made to Lymond.

It's just that I feel a bit cheated that, despite all the similarities, I don't think it would be easy to get people to read the Lymond Chronicles after getting into Captive Prince. It's too dense, too full of historical references, too many quotes in too many languages. Too clever.

Who knows whether the parallels in the two series were intentional or not. At the start of the first book, The Game of Kings, Lymond gets drunk before he goes off to rob his mother, Sybilla, and set her castle on fire. Here's part of his conversation with her. You can see why everyone around him wants to stab him. He's more loquacious than Laurent, at any rate.

Yes, he even has an older brother. Lymond goes and antagonises Richard almost immediately after this. I think that was the point where I started wondering, This is the man we're supposed to get behind? Quite the antihero, Francis Crawford of Lymond.

There are other things. They don't play the same part or advance the narrative the same way in both stories, but the fact that they are there just … I'm not even sure what to say. Imitation is the best form of flattery? There are disguises with hilarious consequences, trials where every single piece of evidence is disputed, exhilarating chases over the rooftops of Paris, whips and whipping posts, royal hunts that don't end well, ridiculous acrobatics on horses, babies of indeterminate parentage, your favourite characters ending up dead, Will Scott's mix of hero worship and wanting to strangle Lymond at the same time, and Jerott (I don't even know where we should toss Jerott).

Sometimes it's just a line, and I end up raising an eyebrow at it because it sounds so Dunnett. I'm not disparaging Pacat here; as I said earlier, I'm frustrated, because I feel more people should enjoy the Lymond Chronicles and Dunnett's writing, but they're not going to, because Dunnett was too clever and made the books too dense and witty and difficult.

If you do start The Game of Kings, though, I ask you to try to get at least to page 100 or so before giving up. That was where I decided that yes, this was definitely worth the effort.

I don't suppose I'm making much sense, but apparently I feel so strongly about this that I need to make a Tumblr post in an otherwise empty account. Go me.

PS: I liked Megan Whalen Turner's Queen's Thief series as well, though the first book is, uh, somewhat disappointing? I don't know if I had too high expectations or what. I loved the later books, though. For some reason, I still haven't read the last book in the series. I suppose I should remedy that.

#captive prince #c.s. pacat #the lymond chronicles #lymond #lymond chronicles #dorothy dunnett #books #books and reading #book recommendations

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achildsfirstsorrow · 5 months

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hi! i think leontide is really cool, her art is so pretty & the writing is interesting -- could you share a bit more about her? (:

Hi! sorry I didn’t answer this earlier,, I was either asleep or busy ;_;…

But yes I can!!

((I kind of base my POTO writing around it being set in 1880 just because that’s easier than specifying if it’s about 1878-1885 or whatever haha.. ALSO if you wanna scroll there's an incredibly lazy TL;DR and art.))

SO. ONTO LEONTINE! This is going to be cut short but it is STILL rather long.

She was born about 1855 – making her about twenty five during the events of POTO in Grigny (sort of near Paris, about thirteen miles.) She also didn’t live as long.. She lived to be about twenty seven in the main version of her story, but forty in an alternative one.

Her full name is Leontine Vaillancourt // Leontine Charbonnier depending on which ver of her story! She worked as a stagehand (or atleast did) for a period of around three years (22-25) along with Joseph Buquet. This was because Joseph took her in and gave her a place to stay when she was 18, after meeting her in an inn.

Buquet basically acted as a friend and brother figure to her (I refuse to make him nasty sorry Buquet haters i’m going to parry you.) up until his death, since both of them could share the (small) income they made with their separate jobs, Buquet obviously working on the stages and Leon working as a maid outside of the Opera House for a few years, until Buquet managed to find her a job as a seamstress and stagehand.

Because I am terrible and believe in making OCxCanon that annoys people! Yes, she’s shipped with Erik and it is not fun and happy.

Onto how she actually MET Erik, she met him around when she worked with Buquet, because she nearly knocked him out with a weight for the stage backdrops (very cliched I know but..) and had to help a very dazed Erik out – she mistook him for someone who just frequented the Opera instead, despite the rumours about the Opera Ghost stuff which she thought was nonsense DESPITE Buquet trying to tell her that they were true.

She sort of became acquainted with Erik after Joseph dying, and whilst it wasn’t really a friendship or anything he did see her as a basic needs to an end (because no I won’t make Erik a nice person muahahah.)

Erik didn’t let on that he had killed him when the events of POTO basically started, and Leontine still thought he was just a rich Opera-goer, so didn’t question too much. Mostly because she was grieving, and due to the fact to cope with said grief she turned to alcohol and other means a lot.

Due to Erik obviously setting his sights on Christine and stuff, he basically chose to view Leontine as someone he could - for lack of a better phrasing - get what he couldn’t get from Christine from. Erik being a massive asshole, took advantage of the fact she would be drunk sometimes (Not sexual advantage. Thanks.) to get pity from Leon and manipulated her emotionally a LOT.

However she wasn’t very nice either – and treated Erik with a lot of disregard etc etc, use the fact he was a lot richer to basically extort what she wanted from him etc.

Eventually she killed herself and there’s a lot more until then but that was ALSO Erik’s fault, as much as I love Erik I refuse to be nice.

There’s a lot more but here’s some stuff that scrapes it, since i’d be here for much longer trying to explain it.

TL;DR :

Leontine born in 1850s in poorer part of France

Moved to Paris in late teens/ early 20s

Stayed with Joseph Buquet and worked at Opera House

Became a stagehand

Joseph died

Met Erik via nearly killing him by accident

Sought him out after a while and started very very messy ‘relationship’

Sang and did some performance stuff for a while

Fuckin’ died.

Also she's a ginger. sorry world.

I have a bunch of art of her, but it's pretty old and I need to redraw it.. so you'll get that soon ya'll sorry. Here's some old doodles anyway though;

#phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera #gaston leroux #ACFSasks #phantom of the opera oc #poto oc #ocxcanon #leroux erik #leroux oc #anyway sorry for tag spam and. this. hoorah.#Sadly still not making art.. save me from the clutches of illness please folks.

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huffle-dork · 8 months

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Swap into the CrystalVerse Chapter 22: Horror Septics

Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenix

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Taglist: @brokentimewatch @di-diwata

Magnificent feels like a child being supervised. It’s almost demeaning, but given what is supervising, he probably shouldn’t complain out loud. It’s definitely night by now. He needs to sleep. Maybe if he gets on a night train, it will satisfy the creature that he’s making progress while also allowing him to rest? It’s worth a shot.

Magnificent has been cursing his hubris and stupidity as his journey went on. Especially now that he felt constant eyes on him. He was exhausted… all this power and he still had to sleep. Fucking bullshit.

The train is quiet, the lighting kept low for people who want to sleep in their seats. Mag is just drifting off as the train pulls into another station. A couple people get on, looking harried. One of them seems familiar…

As the train stops the magician blinks his tired eyes and looks at the people coming on. His eyes widen- is that…?

Bro yawns as him and Jack sleepily enter the train. He blearily blinks around and then mumbles to Jack. “How many more trains do we need to take again…?”

“This should be the last one,” Jack says, staring at a map on the wall. “But then we have to take the ferry to France and I don’t remember if the run that at night. I don’t know if you can fly across they English Channel, but even if you can I don’t want to be carried across the English Channel.”

“I don’t want to carry anyone over the English Channel…” Chase mumbles, rubbing his eyes. “Even if it’s faster… I gotta save up my strength…” He looks like he’s ready to fall over, yawning again as he shakes out his head. “I hope there’s another outlet here…”

Magnificent feels his breath hitch and before he can really think about it, he pushes himself out of his seat and stumbles towards Chase. He grabs Chase by the jacket and pulls him close, desperation in his eyes. “Chase Brody-!”

Chase startles and tries to push Mag away before realizing. “M-Magnificent?!”

Mag looks actually scared and desperate as he whispers to Bro. “Where he is? Where’s Alt?!”

"Whoa!" Jack reacts fast, pushing Magnificent backwards. "Who are you?! What do you want?" He looks at Chase. "You know him?"

“H-He’s the other guy that came with us- fuck i… I totally forgot…!” Chase says, pushing back his hair.

Then Jack looks back at Magnificent. His eyes flick down to the strange mist around Mag's legs and his eye widens. "Oh."

Chase also looks at the strange mist around Mag and how tired and ragged he looks. “Jesus dude- what happened to you?”

“Answer my fucking question, hero!” Magnificent spits with urgency. “Where is that fucking useless brother of yours and the device?!”

Chase’s face loses color again as he grips his phone in his pocket. “…he’s gone. S-Something… something has him. We’re trying to find him.”

Magnificent’s face falls, starting to look pale himself. If he got into trouble with the denizens here… then there’s no telling what could have Alt. “…do you have any leads-“

“Shut the fuck up acting like you actually care, Mag!” Bro snarls, suddenly angry. “Looks like you fucked up and you want Alt to clean up your fucking mess?! Well maybe now you should actually live with the consequences of your shitty actions that got us all here, you fucker!”

If they hadn’t already drawn attention to themselves- they have now. Bro’s voice echoes in the train car, his anger palpable in the air, like lightning is about to strike.

"Jesus christ, Chase, calm down!" Jack holds his hands up patiently. "People are staring. We don't want people to stare." He glances around the train car.

There aren't many other passengers, but the handful sitting around are all definitely watching, annoyed. It's the night train, after all. You're supposed to be quiet.

Magnificent actually seems to shrink away from the hero’s anger- which has Chase quieting down quickly. Something has Magnificent actually scared. Which… isn’t good.

"Listen. Magnificent, was it? Weird name, but whatever. Why are you asking?" Jack’s eyes flick to the mist again.

Magnificent’s gaze flickers around the train before he looks to the both of them with wide eyes and whispers, almost too quiet to hear. “We need to leave here… as soon as possible.” He then looks around some more before gesturing for the two of them to follow him.

Chase looks down at Jack and raises an eyebrow. He looks wary but he finally sighs and decides to follow.

Mag sits back down into the chair he had claimed, curling his fingers into the arm rests as his eyes dart around, high on alert.

Chase hesitates before sitting in the seat across from him. “…okay you’re usually a freaky bastard but- this… this is weird even for you, Mag.”

Jack sits down next to Chase. "I think I can guess what's wrong," he mutters. "I'm assuming that fog doesn't usually follow this guy around. Let me guess... you found a forest in Ireland with a bunch of fog. Ran into a really tall person-like thing with a mask and a smile. It offered you something and you said yes."

The train is eerily silent. But they can hear the sounds of the wheels on the tracks.

Mag’s eyes snap to Jack’s and stares at him with wide eyes. His hands just barely tremble on the armrests, claws digging into the fabric. He seems to wait a beat- as if checking he can still hear sounds before he whispers. “…yes.”

Chase scowls, “You motherfucker- you were looking for more power weren’t you? We’ll look what happened… ya finally got a taste of your own bitter medicine, didn’t ya?”

Mag doesn’t even reply or look up at Chase. He’s quiet before he speaks up again. “…there’s something else. Following me… making sure I do the task it gave me.”

"A task?" Jack raises an eyebrow. "That's not normal... I guess maybe it thought you'd be too smart to just take an offer."

The truth of that assumption is up for debate.

He leans back in the chair. "Cait Coill can't leave the forest, so I'm guessing it sent another one to watch you. Hm... maybe Ragdoll. They seem to work together a lot." Jack looks up to the ceiling. This train has luggage racks... maybe keep an eye on those. "Have you seen any weird strings? Or had all noise stop all of a sudden? Maybe a little bit of music?"

“Yes.” Magnificent says in a hollow voice. His eyes are wide and distant and his muscles are taunt- like he’s expecting to loose control of them. “… Cat Coill… it- it wants me to find a man in a red hoodie. It… it wants me to kill it.”

Chase watches with a furrowed brow. When Chase hears the part about the red hoodie he looks at Jack with wide eyes. Then he mouths out, “Sangria?”

Jack looks back at Chase, thinking the same thing. Then he bursts out laughing. "Oh, you're fucked. You're so fucked."

Magnificent glares and then bares his teeth at Jack, snapping. “What do you mean?! I- I’m a powerful magician! I can take down a simple man! Easily!”

Chase shakes his head, he can’t help but laugh too, “Mag… we’re completely out of our fucking depth here… did you really think this- this cat thing was sending you to just kill some guy?” Chase shudders and looks into Mag’s eyes. “…the thing in the red hood- I met it. It tried to convince me it was Alt. ….I think it was going to kill me.”

Magnificent looks even more pale. “…oh.” Is all he can bring himself to say.

"No, it wasn't going to kill you," Jack says. "It was going to get you to ruin your own life. Probably make you kill someone else. Multiple someones, if it could keep you influenced for long enough."

Chase’s face turns more pale now, “oh… fuck. That’s… that’s even more awful I think…”

Jack pauses. "But. Yeah. If Cait Coill sent you to kill Sangria, it was fucking with you. You can't kill them. They can't even kill each other. Did you piss it off or something?"

Magnificent bares his teeth and looks away, cursing in Irish. “I should have known… i…”

“Yeah you must have pissed this cat thing off trying to get more freaky power! Now it’s finally bit you in the ass!” Chase bites out, quietly.

Magnificent closes his mouth and bunch his hands into fists, but doesn’t say anything for a while. “….I was a fool. I can admit it… but- we… we need to find Alt and the device as soon as possible.”

“To save your skin?” Chase glares.

“…to save all of us, Chase.” Mag breathes. “We shouldn’t have come here.”

"To be fair... you've only been here for about six hours and you've already run into one of them twice," Jack says slowly. "Not to mention Alt did, too. I... I think he's right. You guys need to get out of here. You're not used to all of this."

The two other-worlders share a glance with each other, seeming to agree.

Suddenly, Jack tenses. "Listen."

The sound of the train tracks has faded away.

Chase looks confused as he tries to listen. “I… I don’t hear anything.”

Magnificent stiffens, all the color draining from his face.

Jack looks up at the luggage rack above their heads. He jumps to his feet. "Hey!"

Something scrambles along, partially hidden by the luggage.

Magnificent feels a pulling sensation, like something's trying to drag him away.

Chase jumps to his feet, readying his fists and looking around for the threat.

Magnificent let’s out a terrified squeak and quickly digs his claws completely into the seat, trying to anchor himself. “no no- nonono!”

"Yeah, that's Ragdoll," Jack mutters. "It went that way, towards the other car." He glances back at Magnificent. "You... try to stay here. Chase, I-I'm going to follow, see what it's trying to do. You can stay with him or come, I guess?"

Magnificent nods, trying to keep himself rooted to the spot- then using magic to tie himself to the chair.

Chase shudders, “Ragdoll is a freaky name… and no way I’m leaving you dude! Mag can handle himself.” He glares at the dark magician who refuses to look at the hero.

"Okay, then." Jack nods. "C'mon. I think it left this car."

They hurry down the aisle to the doors to the other train car, which is just swinging shut. Chase, in front, bursts through--

This car is empty. Well, not completely empty. Someone is sitting in an aisle seat, looking relaxed. They're wearing a red hoodie. "I thought you'd be on one of these eventually."

Chase hurries down the car and then freezes when he sees that red hoodie and that voice. “y-You!”

"Me." Sangria smiles, and any resemblance to personhood fades away as it bears its teeth. "I said I'd see you later. Seems like you've been busy. Misery says it saw you in its house, and now this?" It jerks its head upwards. On the luggage rack above crouches something with spiral eyes, strings tangled around wooden limbs. It tilts its head a little, and there's a faint strain of distorted ragtime. "You and your brother have really bad luck."

Misery? Was that the name of the thing in the house? Chase stumbles back at the ragtime, looking at the wooden thing with wide eyes. Then, at the mention of his brother Chase’s eyes snap to Sangria’s with hatred, eyes turning bright blue with power. “How did you- Where is he?! Do you know?!”

"I do." Sangria's smile widens. "Do you want to get there sooner?"

Back in his seat, Magnificent feels something tighten around him. In a snap, he's just a passenger again. His body stands up without him and walks after Chase and Jack.

Magnificent wordlessly gasps as his body is taken over again and silently follows after the others. He actually wants to warn them- but he can’t.

“I don’t want to play your fucking games!” Chase roars, charging at Sangria like he’s ready to punch him.

Sangria doesn't move as Chase rushes at him. Jack cries out and tries to grab him but he's a split second too slow. As Chase throws a punch, Sangria t w i s t s to the side, an odd crackling sound breaking through the unnatural quiet. Its smile disappears and it stands up. Chase is suddenly aware that it is taller than him. "You're going there anyway," it says. "I'm offering to help cut the journey time. You could be there right now."

Chase shouts in fear as Sangria twists and he stumbles back, settling back by Jack. He takes a second to breathe before growling. "Why would you want to help me?"

Magnificent walks into the car and sees all this. Ragdoll turns to look at him with the spiraling eyes. The control loosens, almost disappearing but ready to pounce again.

Magnificent gasps as he's freed and looks up at Ragdoll in fear. His stomach drops as he sees the thing in the red hood. The thing Cait Coill wanted him to find-

"Might be fun," Sangria says plainly. "Besides--now that I've been thinking about it, you humans with powers might fuck some stuff up for--hello." It turns to look at Mag. "Who are you?"

"Fun?!" Chase spits, "My brother's life is in danger because of you fucks and you just-!" He pauses in his yelling to look back- and pales at seeing how.... scared Mag looks, standing in the door.

"...M-Magnificent." He answers, fists tightly at his sides. That thing... that thing will kill him. He knows it. If he attacks- it's gonna kill him.

Cait Coill sent him here to die.

"Unusual thing to be called." Sangria looks him over, then glances up at the luggage rack. "Did you grab him?"

A few strains of music fill the unnatural silence.

Magnificent hears himself speak. "Consider it a gift."

"I don't have any interest in gifts. They're hard to work with."

"Not from me."

"Not from--" Sangria stops. It looks at Magnificent again... and looks irritated. "Oh for the love of--Δεν κάνω τη βρώμικη δουλειά του--"

And then Magnificent feels the compulsion to attack.

Magnificent's eyes widen as power surges through his hands, lighting them on fire. Then, he lunges at Sangria.

"M-Mag! What are you doing?!" Chase shouts.

"Look out!" Jack pushes Chase to the side as Magnificent attacks. Sangria does not move. Magnificent's fire hits it with a dry hiss and it does not flinch. Instead, in an instant, it lunges forward and grabs him, wrapping one arm around Mag's neck and the other around his torso, pinning his arms. It looks up to Ragdoll. "You're going to make this happen?"

Ragdoll's head nods jerkily.

"Fine."

Suddenly, Magnificent feels a cold dead feeling sink into him. First at the hands and feet, then creeping up his arms and legs, leaving numbness behind. It feels like winter. It feels like dead trees and gray ground and a killing chill.

Mag can't fight the pull- he can't struggle as Sangria grabs him. He whimpers as the dead feeling sinks into his body. He looks at Chase with clear fear and desperation in his eyes. A call that Chase can't ignore if he wants to call himself a hero. He grits his teeth, then powers up a bolt of lightning in his finger and tries to shoots it out into Sangria's shoulder. "Hey! Let him go!"

The lightning hisses as it hits, and Sangria stumbles a bit. It looks back at Chase with clear surprise.

A distraction that stops the dead feeling; Mag's limbs tingle as sensation returns. Sangria doesn't let go of him entirely, but the arm around his neck unwraps and reaches for Chase--

Instinctively, maybe foolishly, Jack shoves Chase behind him. Sangria stops. "You fucking ruin everything," it growls at Jack.

"Because that's your job, right?" Jack says with a small laugh. "Look, are you really going to do what Cait Coill wants you to?"

Sangria tilts its head, considering. Ragdoll shifts position slightly, a few strings dropping down from the luggage rack as if getting ready for... something.

Chase stumbles and is about to push himself back out but stops when he realizes... Jack actually stopped Sangria completely. Chase eyes Ragdoll warily, eyes glowing with power.

Magnificent pants, heart threatening to beat out of his chest. "P-Please-" He tries to whimper out.

Sangria looks up at Ragdoll. “What would you want?”

Ragdoll tilts its head. Then holds up a hand with five fingers splayed.

“That’s a lot for you.”

The faint music in the background stalls for a moment, sounding almost angry.

“Okay okay.” Sangria looks at Chase and Jack and smiles. “Congratulations. You brought up a good point. I hate Cait Coill more than this man has annoyed me.” And it shoved Magnificent at Chase.

Magnificent stumbles forward and almost falls to the ground but Chase hurries to catch him and help him up. He stares down at the mad magician as he seems to shake violently, eyes wide. Chase swallows thickly then looks back at Sangria and Ragdoll, bunching up his muscles in case they try anything more.

The two of them are not even concerned with the humans in the train car. Sangria and Ragdoll stare at one another silently. Then, abruptly, Ragdoll scrambles down from the luggage racks, dangling upside down from the strings attached to it. It swings over and opens a window, squeezing through the small opening and out into the countryside beyond.

Magnificent sags as soon as Ragdoll leaves and then pushes himself away from Chase to lean on the seats in the car.

As if that didn’t just happen, Sangria turns to the group and asks, “Do you want to reach Alt sooner or later?”

Chase tries not to roll his eyes at Mag then stands tall to address Sangria. “…are you going to trick me? Is this some plan to like… steal my soul or something?”

“What would I do with that?” Sangria’s mouth curls in disgust. “I don’t want power like the cat. I need something else. But I don’t have to get it from you. There’s enough of you already.” Its attention shifts to Jack. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to step in on something else’s territory.” And back to Chase. “The train is stopping soon. You have to make a decision by then.”

Chase glances back at Jack and then looks back to Sangria with determined desperate eyes. “…yes- yes whatever you can do to get us to Alt-!”

Sangria grins. "Alright. In that case..." Its head gestures back at the door they came from. "Close that and reopen it. Head right through, I understand it's hard to maintain an entrance so far away and on a moving vehicle."

Chase looks at Sangria like its crazy- and it is. But... he can't afford to waste anymore time. He nods and heads back towards the door, stopping for a second to grab Mag and make sure he's coming too. Mag hardly protests. Chase closes the door and then reopens it-

Instead of the next train car, a hallway extends from the door. It’s walls are white plaster stained with rusty streaks, and the floor is white tile with similar stains. The hall goes forward until it eventually ends in a T-intersection.

Jack’s eye widens. “So I was right,” he mutters darkly. “Okay. Go!”

Chase hardly hesitates, running through the door and dragging Mag with him. He sprints down the hall- looking and listening for any sign of Alt.

Jack follows. He glances back though the door once he’s in the hall. Sangria smiles and waves. And then the door shuts on its own.

Jack turns around and hurries after Chase.

There is no sign of Alt. There’s not much sign of anything except the extending hallway. Chase reaches the intersection quickly. To the left is a seemingly endless hallway lined with doors. To the right is a seemingly endless hallway lined with old medical equipment, like IVs and wheelchairs.

Chase is trying not to panic now- he's so close- where is he?? "ALT!!" He shouts as he just picks a direction and runs, "ALT??!"

Somewhere else, Alt hears shouting, distant and muffled like it’s on another floor in a house. There’s a lot of shouting and screaming in here but this sounds different.

Alt blearily opens his eyes- confused on why he hasn't been stabbed a couple more times by now. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion at the shouting- but it sounds so far away...

Notarzt returns. It looks at Alt and sighs, sounding strangely disappointed.

He weakly looks at Notarzt and chuckles quietly, "... you sure got spooked by somethin', huh?" He slurs.

"Halt deine Fresse," Notarzt snaps. It walks forward and sharply pulls out the hooks in Alt's chest and stomach, each sharp motion accompanied by a shriek of pain. It removes the clamps as well, leaving behind red marks lined with blood. Alt didn't even realize his limbs had gone numb until the blood starts flowing back into them.

Alt bites back a scream at first but is soon yelling again. He glances at his arm and leg at the places the clamps were with wide eyes. He looks up at Notartz, "m sorry-" he quickly tries to apologize, afraid the monster is about to do so much worse to him,

Notarzt rolls its eye--why did it move like that?!--and reaches into its pocket, pulling something out. It roughly jams some cloth into Alt's mouth and ties it around his head. Tastes like blood. Then it pulls one of the wheelchairs over and quickly undoes Alt's restraints, pulling him off the table and towards the chair.

Alt yells against the rag and then- even if his heavy muscles protest, tries his best to fight against being moved, shouting against the cloth.

His struggles only make his wounds hurt more. Notarzt doesn't even flinch as it shoves him into the wheelchair, using the attached leather straps to fasten his wrists to the arms, his ankles to the footrest, and his torso to the back. Then it grabs Alt's jacket and ruined shirt from the floor and drops them on his lap. "Lass uns eine Fahrt machen," it says, pulling the chair out of the operating theatre.

Alt's vision blurs and dips as the pain flares up from all his different wounds. His head lolls to the back of the chair as he's rolled forward. He makes some noises of protest but he's so so so tired...

Chase, running through the hallways, is starting to get very lost. Everything looks the same, with branches happening at random. Maybe the hallways even loop. He could swear he's seen that cluster of three IVs before. Occasionally there are wooden doors in the walls, but beyond them are just empty rooms. Mostly empty. Every single one has a bed with leather restraints.

Jack is breathing heavily. "Chase! I think... we're not... getting anywhere..."

"No! No there- there has to be something!" Chase shouts, trying to keep running.

Magnificent is still letting himself be dragged but he speaks up, "Eyepatch is right, hero- you're just getting us all lost!"

Chase ignores him, "ALT!! ALT!!"

Chase turns a corner--and runs straight into a dead end. There is no door. There is no hallway. There is only a wall.

Chase runs into the dead end and screams in frustration. He punches the wall with enough force to dent the plaster then quickly turns to go back the other way.

When he turns the corner again, there is another wall. The hallway they came down is gone.

"What?!" Chase yells out in surprise and anger- he tries to turn back around.

"F-Fantastic, stop!" Mag tries to warn him.

The wall is closer.

"Chase, just stop!" Jack shouts.

Chase backs up, letting go of Mag and staring at the wall with wide eyes. Then he yells and throws punch after punch at the wall, frantic tears in his eyes as he yells, "NO! NONONO! FUCK YOU! GIVE ME MY BROTHER! ALT! ANTI!!"

Chase punches the wall over and over, until-- Suddenly, there is blood on his knuckle. When he looks at the wall closer, some of the plaster cracks away, a stream of blood coming from the wall. There is... there is an eye there. With a black iris and green sclera--

Chase stumbles back and looks at the wall with confusion- and then dread.

Jack screams and lunges forward, pushing by Chase to the side.

He falls back slightly as Jack pushes him and then looks quickly back at him.

He doesn't quite see what happens, but when Jack steps back, breathing heavily, he has his swiss army knife out with blood on the handle, and the eye is gone.

"D-Dude- what the fuck was that?!"

Jack doesn't respond immediately, staring at the spot where the eye was and breathing heavily. His hand presses to his face--to his eye-patch. Then turns and looks at Chase. "It... i-it was only a matter of time," he says, and laughs. Then he abruptly stops."The wall is gone."

Indeed, the wall behind them has disappeared again, replaced by a hallway that slowly slopes upwards out of sight.

"What do you mean? ... is that part of the thing that’s hunting you?" Chase asks, and then looks back towards the new hallway. He hesitates and looks at Jack with concern but then he's hurrying to run down the hall again.

Magnificent groans slightly then disappears after him.

Jack takes a deep breath, then follows.

The hallway slopes up, gradually, but at a steep enough angle that they can't make out what happens when it levels out at the top. Until, of course, they reach it. There is a stretch of level hallway, about fifty feet of flat tile. Until, at the other end, it starts sloping again. Standing near that downward slope, hands behinds its back, is Notarzt.

"Hallo," it says cheerfully. "Schön dich--" And then it stops. Its eye narrows as it looks at Jack. "You."

Chase pants and steps closer, eyes bright with power and electricity crackling around his fists. "Hey asshole! Don't look at him- look at me- the guy who's gonna punch your lights out if you don't give me back my brother RIGHT NOW!"

Notarzt blinks and refocuses its attention on Chase. "Oh, du willst deinen Bruder?" It steps to the side. "Hier ist er."

Alt is still bound tightly to the wheelchair, the cloth still in his mouth. From here Chase can see a myriad of cuts, bruises, and other injuries, including a set of stitches tracing his collarbone, sternum, and ribs. Notarzt keeps one hand on the chair, which is only a few inches from the sudden downward slope behind it.

Chase's bravado fades as he sees his broken brother, slumped over in the chair. "A-Anti...?"

Alt weakly lifts up his head and tries to focus. Everything sounds like its underwater. He blinks a couple times and then seems to straighten. His eyes widen. He shouts something against the cloth and tries to fight the straps again, tears in his eyes.

Now- Chase is angry. The tile beneath him cracks in a sudden burst of power. He pushes off from there and rushes at the doctor, eye alight with electric blue power and electricity crackling in his hands.

"Chase, wait--!" Jack starts to say, but it's too late.

Notarzt waits until Chase is right in front of it, then just before the moment of contact--it pushes the wheelchair back towards the downward slope of the hallway. Alt quickly disappears from sight.

"Ups!" it says--and then Chase slams it into the hallway ceiling, cracking the plaster and sending electricity sparking along its limbs. It simply laughs, blood staining the surgical mask it wears.

Magnificent watches as Notarzt tries to push Alt down the slope and he yells out and tries to summon some strings to stop him from going too far.

Chase yells as he sees Alt go out of view- sees as Alt tries to yell for him past his gag. Then, he slams the doctor even more into the wall, looking ready to put this thing out of its misery. "What the FUCK did you do?!"

Notarzt laughs harder, completely unthreatened by Chase's anger. It finds this whole thing delightful.

The strings barely manage to stretch far enough. They wrap around the wheels and stop the chair with a jolt. Jack sprints forward--right past the scene with Chase and Notarzt--and grabs the chair, pulling him back up. Good. It looks like a long way down, ending in a blank wall.

Chase roars in anger, punching and slamming Notarzt into the wall over and over and over, yelling in animistic rage.

Alt breathes heavily, confused tears in his eyes as he's stopped. He looks back at Jack as he helps him and then weakly tries to fight against the bindings again. To his surprise, Magnificent appears next to them and starts to cut Alt out with his claws.

"You're going to be okay, okay?" Jack says gently. "You're going to be okay now."

Alt nods numbly to Jack as he shakes in the chair. Magnificent gets through the straps and helps Alt up. Alt can hardly stand, the wounds on his legs flaring up in agony. He starts to fall and Mag manages to catch him, though he doesn't say anything.

Notarzt eventually stops laughing, realizing that it's only goading Chase on. It goes limp, letting this happen. With every slam blood starts to leak from the stitches on Notarzt's body and clothing.

"Fucking hell, Chase!" Jack shouts. "Stop trying to hurt the thing that doesn't feel pain and come help your brother!"

Chase finally lets go when he stops getting a reaction, letting the thing fall to the ground. He breathes heavily and then wipes his face off before rocketing down to the others. He takes Alt from Mag and looks him over, helping to remove the gag and running shaking fingers over the wounds on Alt and pushing his sweat soaked bangs away from his face. "Alt... Anti- o-oh my god... I'm so sorry- I'm so so sorry..!" He's crying now too, both relieved that he's got to Alt but terrified of the shape he's in.

Alt sways and then falls against Chase, whimpers of pain escaping his lips. Chase hurries to throw Alt's jacket over his shoulders and holds him tight, quickly going to pick him up in his arms.

"c..chase..." Alt slurs weakly, as if he can't believe he's actually here.

"I'm here baby bro... it's all gonna be okay..." Chase reassures quietly.

Magnificent hurries up to the two and lightly touches Alt's arm, "Alt- where the device? The TRVLR?"

Alt looks like he's having trouble keeping his eyes open as he slurs, "...dunno... dunno if i... i can glitch...s'mthin'stopped me..."

"That'd be this asshole, somehow," Jack says, gesturing at Notarzt.

"s'not just it..." Alt whispers, " m'phone... i tried to glitch through- but it just made so much n-noise- even scared it..." He blinks rapidly and leans against Bro.

Notarzt stands. It takes a needle and thread out of its pocket and starts touching up the stitches that Chase loosened. "Ja, ja, natürlich war ich es," it says dismissively. It looks at Jack again, its second eye opening partially, another bloodshot iris visible through stretched strings. "Und jetzt verschwinde aus meinem Haus. Raus aus meiner Stadt!"

"I'd love to get out of your city, but un-fucking-fortunately this guy probably needs real medical attention and new clothes as soon as possible," Jack says. "I guess you'll have to drop us off somewhere else."

What follows is rapid-fire angry German that not even a translation spell could have helped with. Notarzt turns to the side and--and was there always a door there? It points at it and says something in that same fast German, glaring at Jack the whole time.

"Thank you." Jack nods sharply. He looks at the others. "It really wants me out of here, so when we go through that door we'll leave this place."

Chase looks worried but he's not about to waste an opportunity like this. He picks up all of Alt's stuff and quietly reassures him, "We'll figure it out, Alt just- stay with us okay?" Chase glares at Notarzt as he readjusts Alt and then heads out the door, pausing to make sure Jack and Mag are behind him.

Mag looks annoyed- but he always does. He follows closely behind.

Jack stiffens a bit when Alt mentions the phone making noise. He glances around at the walls. Nothing. He takes a deep breath and walks through the door with the others.

They appear in an alleyway, scattered trash on the ground. Leaving the alleyway takes them to a street full of cars. The building on either side turns out to be a grocery store and some sort of haircutting business. But across the street is a hospital building--a small one, but recognizable because of the sign reading "St. Mark's Hospital." In English--so at least Notarzt didn't dump them in the middle of Germany.

There's also a phone on the sidewalk. Alt's phone. Evidently when Notarzt took it, it threw the phone out into the real world and it landed here.

Chase steps forward and almost steps on Alt's phone- but luckily he recognizes it. He frowns and picks it up and lays it down on top of Alt's chest with his ruined shirt. He checks on everyone then makes his way towards the hospital.

"Jesus- Are we really doing this? Risking staying longer here??" Magnificent whines, following after Chase.

"I don't know what that psycho did to Alt, Mag! I'm not risking him getting worse just cuz you made some bad fucking decisions-so if you wanna leave with us, Deal with it." The hero bites back with finality, enough to make Magnificent shut up at least.

Alt seems to be relaxing against Chase- but is also succumbing to the pain of all his injuries, eyes barely open as he pants against Chase's chest.

There's a crosswalk nearby. They have to wait a few seconds for the light to change, but after that they can hurry across and right into the hospital. There are a couple people in the waiting room, and a nurse in casual clothes behind a rounded reception desk. She looks up. "Hello there, will you be--oh my god!" Her spiel, neat and practiced in a posh British accent--is broken when she sees Alt in Chase's arms.

Chase hurries up to the desk, a wild desperate look in his eyes. "I need help for my brother, please! Anything you can give us!"

"A-alright." The nurse nods. She presses a button and speaks into an intercom. "Emergency team to the reception. Now, please."

Surprisingly quickly, a group of nurses and doctors appear from deeper in the hospital, bringing a gurney with them. "Sirs, if you would please follow us," one of them says, while another carefully takes Alt from Chase and lays him on the gurney.

Alt freaks out as the nurses try to take him, suddenly shouting out and trying to fight them, his eyes darting around in terror. "No nO! D-Don't touch me!!" He croaks desperately.

Chase hurries to his side and holds down his arm, helping him to lay down. "Alt please- they're going to help! I'll be right here next to you, okay?"

This seems to get Alt to calm down and Bro is quick to take Alt's hand as they hurry down the hall.

They begin going down the hall, with the same nurse asking Chase questions as they go, noting the answers on a clipboard. "What is the patient's name and gender? Do you know what happened? What is your relation--and you too, sirs? Do they have any allergies or medical conditions you know of?"

"S-Sorry uh... his name is Alt, male. He was taken by... by something. It hurt him but I don't know how. They're were in a hospital I think... he's my brother." Chase glances back at Jack and Mag, "These guys are... our friends. N-No allergies or medical conditions no... none that I can think of right now at least..."

The nurse looks confused when Chase mentions 'something,' but a couple of the doctors exchange glances. "We'll take good care of him, sir," one says. "Since you're family and the patient is reacting this way, would you like to be in the room for the examination? You'll need to wear gloves and a mask."

Chase quickly nods, "Y-Yes. I can do that, I just want to stay by him if I can."

"Great. Don't worry sir, you're all in good hands."

#SITCV Horror #swap into the crystalverse #horror septics #alt anti #swap magnificent #bro fantastic #i almost made this part like 33 pages oops ahkba #so one more chapter tomorrow #but its a good one! :D #but yay! Alt gets rescued!!#and it was also so fun to write mag scared shitless #he deserves it HGJVHBK

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expectopatronum18 · 2 years

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UNPOPULAR OPINION( may not be tbh)

DISCLAIMER = This is just my personal opinion, I don't mean to offend anyone who likes the character

I really don't like Ginny Weasley. Partly because of the stuff she does( I'll come to that in a moment), and partly because of the way she's written. She had a few good moments till book 4 and had some great character development in book 5. I absolutely loved the interactions between her and harry in ootp n was looking forward to more of her in book 6. That's where the trouble comes tho, because book 6 absolutely ruined her for me.

Let's start from the beginning. I HATE the way she treated Fleur. Sure, Hermione n Mrs. Weasley were rude too, but she took it to a whole other level. Lyk it's okay to complain about how Fleur treats her lyk a child n all that, but Ginny goes as far as to mock Fleur for her french accent by calling her 'Phlegm'( yeah, coz EVERYONE'S born with a typical British accent) and mocks her femininity by 'prancing across the room with her arms held aloft like a ballerina.' She never really apologizes for any of this. All of this while Fleur's relocated all the way from France just to fit into their family. How tf does the plot expect us to find this funny!?

Then there's her treatment of Ron. She calls him a prat when he's just nervous during quidditch, does literally nothing to help him through it, and makes impressions of Ron nervously hobbling by the goalposts for the amusement of the team (teasing ur sibling about their insecurities in front of a whole crowd doesn't count as a normal sibling thing)

Now, I don't mind characters with these flaws, but she's never called out by anyone within the story. Harry might hv rose-tinted glasses for her( which is a dumb argument btw), but it doesn't mean he's deaf enough to not hear anyone else criticize her. Far from this tho, the narrative expects us to find this 'cool' and 'feisty'. She's also unnecessarily violent, with that bat bogey hex being lyk half her personality. Oh, and I'm not buying the 'she's been sneaking out to practice on her brothers brooms since the age of 6' bs....lyk how tf wud molly n arthur not notice their 6-7 yr old flying in the backyard? Not even once? Really?

She only has the exact traits harry needs in his ideal partner. No complexities, no insecurities, and no account of how she managed to bounce back after she was fucking possessed. Instead, hbp tried to promote ginny to us by showing how cool n popular n perfect she is, rather than some realistic character exploration.

This is more of a personal thing now, but I just find her sense of humor annoying. Lyk i generally prefer dry, sassy comebacks( there's no need to call me sir professor, or; yeah, u can have a word, goodbye) than her bold, loud, 'jk trying to promote her as cool n funny' sense of humor.

None of this is rectified in the end, as she sadly ends up being harry's metaphorical prize after he's defeated Voldemort, with no real development given to her outside of her relationship with him. She had so much potential, I wish her character hadn't been restricted or brushed off so much.

#harry potter #anti ginny weasley #unpopular opinion #character options #fleur delacour #ron weasley

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medicallymercury · 2 months

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okay, Mercury’s 80s Casualty Thoughts: Closure (01x15) Edition

(I know I said I’d get back to series 4… I will... soon? also, this is a pretty long 'thoughts' post because I don't have energy to organise them into anything more concise)

this feels like a really weird episode to watch in July because it’s the original Christmas episode

Ewart seeing the end of the night shift as a vote of no confidence and threatening to resign??? Ewart very much belongs in the 80s but he's still one of the original characters I'd like to drag and drop into the current show

S1 Kuba is the best version of Kuba

this meeting scene at Megan’s is so <3 everyone being squeezed into the room and Duffy holding Megan's ashtray is just so... ~natural feeling~

Charlie is right about needing to strike but he's being a dick about it and I like that the show knows that, I also like that interaction between him and the paramedics where Andy suggests a petition and Charlie and Sandra immediately shut the idea down because the patients don't care? very character of them to both feel that way

Megan is another character I'd drag and drop into the current show, she could fix everything with her presence I think

DUFFY AND SUSIE "tell her to pass it on" "she knows that" my sillies, they were fr besties in S1 (lovetrianglelovetriangelo-) I somehow forgot about Susie continuing to defend Duffy not wanting to go to the police in this episode but <3

THE PROTECTIVE SUITS!!!! they all look so ridiculous I love my little guys (the paramedics in the pink ones as well aaa, S1 you will always be famous)

staffroom scene where Duffy is stressing out that she has Lassa Fever and the others are laughing at her is another (like the meeting scene) moment that feels very natural to me just with how everyone is sat and what they're up to? like, Susie eating chocolate and stuff instead of them all just sitting around doing nothing other than existing to have the conversation they're having, I guess?

see, this is just becoming what I knew it would: me listing things that make me smile about this episode

but I love the scene where Charlie is being annoying and trying to get Andy to play piano and Sandra is laughing along with him and also "I'm tone deaf, Andrew, should've thought you'd know that by now" a call back to the second episode!!!

THE WE'LL MEET AGAIN SCENE!!!!!!!!! augh, I am tearing up I need to sleep...... Sandra, Duffy and Susie matching costumes!! Clive and Baz dancing!! Charlie getting the words wrong and Megan laughing at him!!

also, thank you Mickey the old man patient who got stuck in the ED with them for causing this reaction image I love:

sorry Baz's brother, she's not visiting you now cause she's in France with Charlie (actually this is an annoyingly pretty good scene for them... ‘annoying’ because I don’t really like it when I find myself liking Charlie at all)

the protest at the end of this episode feels like such an underrated part of S1, this whole episode does actually, it's so much about the whole team coming together and I just think it's a perfect ending for the first series to have everyone together like that

(DVD commentary implication that they had been drinking when they filmed the final scene)

and Ewart's reaction :( the start of the episode being him saying that he sees the end of the night shift as a vote of no confidence in him vs the end of the episode being everyone coming together to fight for his night shift

Overall: Closure needs to be remembered more when the BBC or official Casualty socials do stuff for the Casualty anniversaries or I will riot.

#mercury's 80s casualty thoughts #i think that was the tag i had been using #bed now today's ep tomorrow (probably)

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josefavomjaaga · 2 years

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Napoleonic daily soap, episode 1

Scene: Paris. A small, rather shabby room. Napoleon writing a letter to his brother Joseph. Voiceover.

"You would not believe how women behave here. Deciding about every goddamn thing, all preposterous and stuff. Reading and writing and becoming educated and having an opinion on everything, even politics. About time somebody puts them in their place. Good thing Desirée is not like that. By the way, had an encounter with a prostitute, went okay-ish, I guess. Love, Napoleon."

Marmont's voice from the next room:

"Hey, Naps - Junot, Bourrienne and I are off to the Palais Royal, watching the wenches. You coming?"

Napoleon [takes a new sheet of paper]

"Give me ten more minutes. Gotta write to my fiancée."

[writes]

"Dearest Désirée, I received your letter. It's very sweet and all. But you really ought to try and become a little more sophisticated. More like the Eugénie I was fantasizing about in that story I never finished. Maybe read more? And have somebody check your spelling. Thinking about you often. Love, your sweetheart Napoleon."

[puts quill down, grabs his uniform coat]

"Okay, guys, I'm coming!"

CUT to the Clary livingroom in Marseille. Aura of somewhat old-fashioned wealth.

Desirée [puts Napoleon's letter down]

"I can't help it, Julie. Sometimes Napoleon seems a bit weird. And annoying. Actually, he sometimes comes across like an arsehole. Do you have similar problems with his brother Joseph?"

Julie [shrugs]

"Oh, not at all. Joseph is a selfish, cheating bastard who finds about every woman in France more attractive than me. But other than that, he's the perfect husband."

Their brother Etienne François Clary [enters the room, exclaims already on the doorstep]

"Except that Joseph like his brother is a pennyless nobody and lives off our money. Really Desirée, I'm not sure we should go through with your engagement to Napoleon. One Bonaparte in our family seems expensive enough."

Desirée [pretends to cry silently into her handkerchief]

Maid [curtsies on the doorstep]

"Your brother-in-law Monsieur Joseph Bonaparte, sir."

Everybody rises, smiling and cheering. Joseph enters, beaming, hugs Etienne, kisses Julie on the cheek.

Etienne:

"So, how is my favourite brother-in-law today? Any news from your brother in Paris?"

Joseph:

"Indeed. Napoleon has just written to me how much he misses his little Desirée, and how happy he is she's not like those horrible, arrogant women in Paris."

Desirée [beaming]:

"Oh, he's such a sweetheart!"

CUT to new scene: A public festivity somewhere in Paris. Music, dancing. Napoleon, Marmont and Junot [watch as Madame Tallien and Josephine, in almost transparent dresses, walk by without noticing them]

Junot [whistles]

Napoleon [stares]:

“What the ...”

Bourrienne [returns with drinks for all four]

“What’s up with you guys?”

Napoleon:

“You can see the legs of some of these women up to their armpits.”

CUT to new scene: Next morning. Josephine's bedroom, Josephine sleeping soundly. Small room, furniture rather ramshackle. A clock shows the time: 11.50 AM

Euphemie [enters with a small, darkened silver tray]

"Yeyette, time to get your lazy ass out of bed."

Josephine [muffled sounds]

"Why?"

Euphemie [puts the tray on the nightstand]

"Because your children have written from boarding school. Both of them. When have you written to them last? Or visited? It's only an hour's trip, Yeyette."

Josephine [sits up all of a sudden, hastily reaches for the letters on the tray]

"Oh, my Hortense, my Eugène! Such sweet children, always thinking of their mother ... [reads] Listen to this, Mimi, Hortense writes that she's taking piano lessons. And Eugène needs more books and thinks that the roads are very fine and that the weather today would be perfect for a trip to their schools in Saint-Germain-en-Laye. [sniffles] Oh, they are so sweet, and I'm such a bad mother for not taking better care of them!" [starts crying]

Euphémie [after watching Josephine cry for some time]

"So, shall I get a carriage, do you want to visit?"

Josephine [puts the letters back on the nightstand]

"Heck, no. You know I have to help out at Barras' party tonight; Teresa will be totally out of her depth if I'm not with her. We'll visit some other day. But do bring me some paper and quill so I can write to Teresa and ask if she's already decided what she's going to wear tonight. We want to have matching outfits."

#napoleon's family #shitpost #we really need a daily soap #and i just realized i'm focusing way too much on napoleon like everyone

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( EMRE BEY, CIS MAN, HE/HIM ) EREN KÜÇÜK the THIRTY-ONE year old is known as THE FOODIE within the group. they are known to be TENACIOUS and CYNICAL which makes sense when you think about how HE POSSIBLY HAS A SON HE HAS REFUSED TO RECOGNIZE AS HIS OWN but i guess we’ll find out for ourselves.

〔 biography . connections . pinterest . playlist . 〕

⸺ ONE , STATS .

✦ full name. eren küçük ✦ age. thirty-one ✦ date of birth. february 19th, 1993 ✦ gender. cis-male ✦ pronouns. he/him ✦ sexual orientation. bisexual ✦ occupation. chef

⸺ TWO , INFORMATION

eren's upbringing was a tale of privilege and expectation. raised with every comfort, his father envisioned him as the heir to the family business, yet eren's heart lay elsewhere. his blend of strategic thinking from his father and creative flair inherited from his mother hinted at a different path.

from an early age, eren found solace and passion in the kitchen, trading playgrounds for pots and pans. his parents, aware of his talent, supported his culinary passion, enrolling him in courses while other kids chased balls on the field.

at first, eren embodied the perfect child image, seemingly flawless and golden. but as he grew older, hints of rebellion started peeking through, hidden from his parents' watchful eyes. with charisma and charm, he smoothly moved through social circles, using his allure strategically, occasionally hinting at a more darker side.

eren's post-high school ambition was to leave michigan, feeling a need to break free from what he saw as confinement. his plea to attend culinary school in france found swift approval from his parents, leading him to board a plane without looking back.

in france, eren's culinary skills dazzled, garnering him praise and admiration. while he mostly relied on his natural talent he occasionally resorted to underhanded tactics to maintain his edge. despite tempting offers from renowned restaurants worldwide upon graduation, eren opted to stay in france, though he made occasional trips back home to satisfy his mother's yearning.

tw: pregnancy & abandonment. ascending the ranks in a prestigious restaurant, eren's personal life mirrored his success professionally, or so it seemed. however, beneath the surface of what seemed like a perfect relationship lay disconnection and separate lives. when his girlfriend revealed her pregnancy, eren's response was immediate—he denied paternity and cut ties, hastily moving to another province to avoid the subject.

returning to michigan under the pretext of familial closeness and his desire to open his own restaurant but really aiming to dodge his ex's legal pursuit of child support.

⸺ THREE , PERSONALITY

THE BAD

he's been spoiled rotten, never once grounded.

incredibly persuasive, he can easily wear the nice guy facade.

he firmly believes he's untouchable, free to do as he pleases without consequence.

deeply fearful of his mistakes being exposed, he's even more terrified of letting down those he cares about.

he harbors grudges intensely and can be vengeful if he deems it fitting.

THE GOOD

super disciplined, maybe won't win father of the year, but he's dead serious about his job.

strategic and methodical, he always thinks twice before making a move.

charismatic and charming that makes him approachable and likable

he's got a sharp wit and can think fast on his feet.

when it comes to family, he's fiercely loyal and protective. like ngl he's a good son and brother.

⸺ FOUR , HEADCANONS

i mean i know what you're gonna ask, ella why doesn't he take a paternity test and get over with it. and my answer is idk friend, men can be cowards and he's just like why bother.

speaks french fluently and i'm sure he's that annoying person that "forgets" words in English because he's so used to french. (ngl that's me too but so la voo or whatever)

also about the french. claims to be fluent (and he is but he has a slight accent, sue him) yet Parisians keep speaking to him in English. the goddamn nerve.

extremely competitive. he's lost friends over game boards but he thinks those were weak friendships because why would he be friends with someone who goes bankrupt on monopoly?

while he always loved cooking, not many people know he was a picky eater as child but he's learned to get over his four-year-old palette and now eats most. except for olives, he still agrees that they are disgusting.

if hypocrisy were a talent he'd be the best of his kind. should have been a politician really.

claims his favorite movie is dead poets society but it actually is mamma mia! (sue him again for liking fun)

can't watch a movie with a dog in it unless he's checked the website does the dog die? first. if the answer is yes, he won't watch it.

⸺ FIVE , CONNECTIONS

listen i will make a page i promise, not today and maybe not tomorrow but soon meanwhile here are some scraps my one brain cell has allowed me to think.

best friend: i mean i know i haven't sold him as the greatest human being but he is a loyal friend to those he actually likes.

childhood friend: again, listen, he was a very decent human being as a child.

enemies: really people he's fucked over or have seen through his facade.

high school victim: I feel like this can also be in the enemy category bc yes, but maybe he subtly bullied this person in high school but no one really knew?

exes: maybe your character got the nice boyfriend maybe he got the asshole. I'm down for whatever.

one night stand: maybe not one night but you know the drill.

love-hate: I'm sucker for these connections. gimme the tension, the hate but the desire like pls.

failed date: went on a date, didn't work out

also I will steal many plot ideas from taylor swift songs bc I have no original thoughts.

#lake:intro #tw pregnancy #tw abandonment #i did not proofread this #btw

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@emilee1421 @hbowardaily

Mature themes: 18 and up only! Minors DNI!

TW: Implied References to Abuse, Smut, Angst.

Part 2

December 1st,1944- Mourmelon le Grande, France

God I am so fucking stupid, really fucking stupid.

How dare I be so vulnerable?

I promised myself when I joined the Army, my private life would be out of it. Even George, who I consider my best friend, does not know the intimate details of my private life, how my family is, or how little we get along behind closed doors. I am just Charlie Anderson, a broad who was ballsy enough to join the Army.

But I had to be so fucking weak that I opened myself up to the one person that I least get along with.

Then he hugged me, wiped my tears away like a fucking knight in shining armor.

His embrace, his natural musk, the more I think about it, the more I crave…wait what are you thinking Charlotte Marie, you are supposed to hate him, bicker with him. He is nothing but a pompous asshole who thinks he is better than everyone.

“Charlie, sweetheart! You are supposed to be helping me beat Malarkey here,” George complained, and I shook my head, turning to face George who had an annoyed look on his face. I am sitting here with George, Malarkey, Muck, Penkala, and Frank in the mess hall playing poker, well they are playing poker I am just watching. “Goddamn Malark, I swear you are cheating like you always do.”

“I am sorry Luz, but no one can beat me,” Malarkey chuckled and set his cards down, a winning hand I might add. “Guess Charlie was no help here.”

“Remind me to not ask her for help next time,” George huffed playfully. Then he turns to look at me. “What is up your ass today?”

I glare at him playfully. “Watch it you ass, I may be your friend, but I outrank you.”

“No seriously, what is wrong Charlie, you are not your usual self lately,” George mentions, and the fellas agree. “Ever since that night in Holland, you are more serious, you don’t laugh at my jokes.”

I roll my eyes and chuckle. “Georgie, I will always laugh at your jokes, maybe I wasn’t in the mood that day. All this war shit and me not being platoon leader kind of gets to you.”

“Are you sure that it isn’t about a certain, brooding Captain who so happens to be an intelligence officer?” Muck teased.

My cheeks turn hot. “What are you talking about Muck?”

“I mean, we saw you two hugging outside the barn back in Holland,” George mentions and wiggles his eyebrows. “Dare I say there is love in the air for our sweet lieutenant and our dearest Captain?”

A laugh escapes my lips. “Me and Captain Nixon? Ha, nice joke George, you’ll give Charlie Chaplin a run for his money. Well, I got to go back to my cabin, catch on some sleep because training you assholes is like taking care of children.”

Before they can say anything, I scurry outside into the dark, crisp night. I take a cigarette out and light it up, taking drags as I walk back to my cabin. Me and Lewis, so fucking stupid, it’s like putting oil and water together. It does not match, does not mix. All we do is fight like children and disagree on everything.

Speak of the devil, there is Lewis outside his cabin, smoking and drinking the night away. I find myself walking towards his cabin and standing right in front of him. “Why is it every time I see you, that you are alone lately? Is Dick boring you?”

“Well hello to you Charlie, didn’t your family teach you manners?” He asked sarcastically.

I scoff. “You are giving me a lecture about manners? Give me a break.”

“What do you want Charlie?”

I kick the rock on the ground and then look at him. “I just want to make sure that you don’t go around, saying about what I told you back in Holland. The fellas cannot know about my private life.”

He starts to chuckle. “Charlie for god's sake, I am an intelligence officer, I keep secrets in my head and no one can beat them the hell out of me. So do not worry, no one is going to know about your brother or the other life you have.” He looks up to the sky and then at me, feeling swarming in my stomach.

“Stop Lewis,” I whine.

“Stop what?”

“Staring at me.”

He laughs. “You are in front of me, you came here, who else I am going to stare at?”

“Smart ass, I swear to God. Well goodnight, Lewis, enjoy your drink and cigarette.”

I start to walk away, and his voice stops me. “Charlie, I know I may be an ass, but I will listen to you if you need anything. Anything you tell me; I will take to my grave. No one else will ever find out.”

I find myself smiling and feeling my cheeks hot for a moment. “Thank you, Lewis. Have a good night.” When I turn around and walk away, I can feel his eyes piercing through my back, through my soul even. I kind of like the way he stares at me.

But he cannot know that. Not one bit.

December 10th, 1944

“Finally done with these reports.”

I organize the set of papers together and hand them to Dick so he can review them. He takes one good look and nods. “I guess you are all set Charlie, and here is your pass for the weekend, and please stay out of trouble.”

“Okay big brother, I will,” I salute him and get up from my seat, grabbing my pass. “I hope they don’t send us out soon; I would hate to see replacements not come back home. Hell, I want this war to be over.”

He smiles at me. “Don’t we all? Sigh, go ahead and enjoy your days off. You deserve them.”

I thank him and I head out of the office. When I am walking down the hallway, Lewis walks past me, and I can feel him staring at me. “Charlie, may I have a moment with you please?” I turn back around and follow him to his office, closing the door behind me.

“I was wondering Charlie, if you would like to have a drink with me,” he asked.

My eyes widen. “You are talking to me, not some other lady?”

“Charlie, don’t start,” he began and placed his coat on his chair. “Would you like to have a drink with me?”

“Of course, I have nothing better to do anyway,” I said softly and crossed my arms. “I thought you were going to leave for Aldbourne to look for a lady.”

He shrugs and looks at his paperwork. “I just did not feel like it anymore, have more important matters here.” He turns to look at me. “Well, I will pick you up at 8 pm and please do not take forever.”

“I have to dress nice Lewis, being a lady is pretty difficult,” I smiled. “See you later then.”

I walk out of his office, and I start to feel nervous. What is going on? He and I for a drink, when did hell freeze over?

When I walk out of CP, Luz, and Frank catch up with me as I head to the cabin. “Hey Charlie, want to go on a train to Paris with us tonight?”

“No sorry fellas, I have plans this evening, you go and have fun,” I respond and walk ahead of them and head to my cabin.

Once I arrive, I close the door behind me and try not to panic.

“Don’t worry Charlie, it will all be okay, no worries.”

Hours Later

As I put on my lipstick, I hear knocking at my door. I get up from my chair and straighten myself a bit. “Just don’t be sappy and spread truths about your life, it will all be good Charlie don’t you worry.”

I take a deep breath and walk to the door; when I open it, I find Lewis standing there, smiling at me, looking dapper. However, the more I look at him, the more I find him handsome. The ladies must have been all over him before.

Here you go with those thoughts Charlie.

“You look pretty today.”

I felt myself. “Well thank you very much, you look handsome too, like a million dollars.”

“I am worth more than that, Charlie,” he chuckled and held out his arm for me.

“Don’t push it asshole. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Closing the door behind me, we walked down to the local bar where there were servicemen and nurses alike, mingling with one another and the sound of Glenn Miller echoing throughout the bar. We find a table for us, and a waitress comes and greets us.

Lewis starts to order his drink and then the waitress turns to me.

“A rum with Coke please, don’t go easy on the rum,” I spoke in French, and she smiled before she left.

Lewis looks at me and chuckles. “Oh right, you have been to France before. Did you go to boarding school here?”

I nod. “Oh yes my dear Lewis, I was here in France for a while.” I take out my cigarette and place it between my lips. Before I could light it up, Lewis was already doing it for me. “I was a disaster. My brother did keep good company when he would visit. Like I said before, cabarets and Moulin Rouge were on the itinerary.”

The one thing that you told yourself not to do and yet you are doing it.

“Moulin Rouge,” he said before he blew the smoke in the air along with me. “That place is not for a lady.”

I snort. “Of course, you would know. I wouldn’t be surprised if you visited it before. That’s why you stayed quiet when Bill asked about Lulu’s. You fellas are just a surprise to me every single day.”

The waitress comes with the drinks, and I take a sip while I hold on to my cigarette in the other hand. “And you Charlie, you are the most surprising of them all. Under my nose, you hid yourself well.”

“And how did I do Captain Nixon?” I asked and batted my eyelashes at him, causing his cheeks to pink up a bit. “Did I outsmart the intelligence officer?”

“You did, so cheers to that,” he smiled and clinked his glass with mine.

He stares at me for a moment then takes a deep breath. “Why do you keep your life a secret? I know what happened with your brother, is something I wouldn’t even share. But everything else, why?”

I take another sip of my drink and think about it for a moment. I could say that for one, my parents do not care for me, second, they beat the crap out of me and third, my whole being is just ruined but I always try to have a smile on my face.

“I just don’t like to share about myself, it’s not worth talking about home,” I simply answer.

But knowing Lewis, he wasn’t satisfied with the answer. “Is everything okay at home Charlie?”

“Lewis, I don’t want to talk about it,” I began. “I really don’t want to open up like that.”

He sighs frustratingly. “See, this is what I don’t understand, you are only open about a few things, and when others try to get to know you, the real you, you just block yourself. You are not a child Charlotte, grow up.”

“God,” I huffed. “We were having such a good night then you want to ruin it with all this bullshit, and what gets me angrier is that you make it about you. Like the rich, pompous jerk you are.”

I down my rum and drop a tip on the table. Getting out of my seat, I march away from him, from all of this. However, I did not notice until minutes later that he was following me back to my cabin. “Why don’t you just answer me, Charlie, what is going on at home?”

“Go away Lewis! I don’t know why you care so much!”

Once I reach my cabin, I open the door and when I try to close it, he barges in and closes it behind him. “Why don’t you just talk to me, Charlie? I told you; you can tell me anything, anything you want. Talk to me, Charlie!”

Angry, I take off my jacket and throw it on the floor and I start to unbutton my blouse. “You want to know why, you pompous jerk! Here is why I don’t like to talk about my life. Or what I feel.” I throw the blouse on the floor and turn around in circles. So, he can see all the scars I have from home. “You like what you see Lewis, all these fucking scars on my back? Now this is what happens when you break a porcelain teacup and be a fucking nuisance in your parent’s life!”

I didn’t even realize I was in tears. “This is why I don’t talk about home. Imagine your parents writing to you Lewis, after not hearing from them in a long time, telling you that your brother died, yet they preferred for you to be dead instead? Imagine that shit.” I start to walk towards him and shove him. “Imagine that Lewis, imagine that!” I shove him again, angry at this world, at this life. He grabs me and holds me. “Let me go Lewis.”

“No.”

“I said let me go! No one loves me, the only one who loved me is dead.”

I tried to struggle in his arms, but I was too weak to fight him off. “I said let me go, Lewis!”

“I can’t,” he shouted.

“Why not?!”

“Because I care about you Charlotte that is why!!!”

I stop struggling and look at him straight in the eye. He is angry now and lets me go. “You know how hard it is, to care for someone so long, even when you never noticed how much you did care? Really fucking hard.”

He lets me go. “I don’t know what you do to me Charlie, but you are all I think about even when I don’t want to. Hell, I even love fighting with you because I like seeing the way you scrunch your nose and hearing your voice. So yes, I care about you Charlie and I am sorry that you had to go through that.”

I could see his chest rise, out of breath but keeping his stare on me. “You care for me?”

“You have no idea,” he whispers.

I wipe my tears and walk up to him. I stop myself and start to walk back when he grabs me gently by the wrist, turns me around, and plants his lips on me.

Our lips start moving in sync with another and I wrap my arms around his neck. His lips feel rough but soft at the same time. His hands were caressing my small waist, and then he traced his fingers on my back, touching every scar.

He lets me go for a moment and looks at me. “If we continue, I don’t know if we will be able to stop.”

I smile at him. “Then don’t stop.”

He continues kissing me and my fingers slowly start making their way down to unbutton his jacket, then his blouse. My bare hands caress his chest and his shoulders; for someone who didn’t really do physical workouts, he was beautiful in every sense of the way.

His hand reaches for my back and unclips my bra, leaving me bare right in front of him. I try to cover myself, but he stops me. “You look beautiful in every sense of the way Charlie, don’t be ashamed.”

I nod and he continues kissing me, as he backs me on the bed. My bare back hits the bed and he is on top of me, kissing me down my neck, between the crevasse of my breasts. A soft moan escapes my lips when he kisses my stomach. Then his hands pull down my skirt, along with my panties, leaving me bare.

“You are going to be on top of me,” he mumbled. “I want to see how beautiful you are when you come undone.”

He took off the rest of his clothes and lay on the bed right next to me before pulling me on top of him. I grab his cock and gently sink on top of it. A moan escapes both our lips and as soon I adjust myself, I start to move on top of him. He sits up and his lips attack my neck, savoring every inch of my hot skin. Hearing his moans, and his grunts is music to my ears. God, whoever has been with this man, has been a lucky lady.

And for all this time, instead of fighting and admitting we cared for one another, we could have been enjoying each other, savoring every minute we had before we went into war. But now it’s not the time to look at the past, we are here together, right now and nothing exists, just us.

His lips find my own and he plants his feet on the mattress, thrusting upwards. “Come undone for me doll, I want to feel you drain me.” My toes immediately start to curl, and I hold on to him tightly as a scream escapes both our lips, milking everything out of him.

When we feel our body relax, I can feel him pepper kisses on my sweaty neck and holding on to me tightly.

“I am sorry for being such an asshole Charlie.”

“Why are you saying sorry, I was equally a bitch to you. So I am sorry.”

He laid us both down and he gently started tracing his fingers on my back. “You know things are going to change between us now, Lewis. There is no going back anymore.”

Lewis shrugs and looks at me. “That is fine with me, I prefer it that way.” He smiles at me, and I peck his lips before I lay my head on his chest. “We just have to make sure Dick does not notice, he has the damn eyes of a hawk, he notices when things are slightly off.”

I start to chuckle. “Indeed, he does. We got to be careful with that man.”

“Now don’t go running off telling Luz,” he warned me playfully. “That man is a chatterbox.”

I roll my eyes. “I am not stupid Lewis; I know how my best friend is.”

We both laughed and then looked at each other again. “After the war, if we both make this work and out, I want you to come with me. I do not want you to go back to that place ever again.”

“But Lewis, we are just barely starting, and you haven’t said I love you yet.”

“I will one day,” he said as he tucked a hair behind my ear. “I know I will.”

“Okay, whatever you say.”

We enjoyed each other’s company before he had to leave. I walked him to the door and before he left, he leaned in and gave me a good night kiss. “Since you have a couple of days off, we can escape town and have fun.”

“It’s a date.”

“Don’t pack anything, it won’t be necessary.”

I roll my eyes. “Whatever you say, Captain.”

“It’s an order.”

I salute him and start smiling. “Yes sir.”

#band of brothers #hbowarsanta23 #lewis nixon x oc

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