#kaye darling

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Assorted official site pics/wallpapers. I appear to have doctored one way back when.... guess which one? 😂🤣

[bernthalized]

JON BERNTHAL as Julian Kaye AMERICAN GIGOLO (2022) 01x01

[clockworkbee]

1989 tv as Jude x Cardan’s version

♪ Slut! ♪

Cardan Got lovestruck, went straight to my head,

Jude, Cardan thought, hating even the shape of her name. Jude. —how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories: the prince of elfhame is mildly inconvenienced

Jude Got lovesick, all over my bed / Love to think you'll never forget.

Back in bed, I push aside the curtain and let the sunlight spill in, brighter than any lamp. I take the folded-up paper from behind my pillow. Smoothing it out, I see Cardan’s furious, arrogant handwriting scrawled over the page, taking up all available space. In some places, he pressed the nib so angrily that the paper tore. Her brows knit together. Jude, it reads, each hateful rendering of my name like a punch to the gut. —the cruel prince, chapter 14

Cardan Lovelorn and nobody knows, Jude Love thorns all over this rose.

I flattered myself that at moments you had feelings for me other than contempt, but even were that true, they would be but watered wine beside the feast of your other, greater desires. —the queen of nothing exclusive editions: Cardan’s letters to Jude

You love him, too, I think. You’ve loved him since before you were a prisoner of the Undersea. You loved him when you agreed to marry him. Once this is over, I will find the bravery to tell him. —the queen of nothing, chapter 22

Jude But if I'm all dressed up, Cardan They might as well be looking at us.

This mortal was a girl, dressed in gloves and a long gown that appeared like the sky at night. She was of medium height, with hair the ted-brown of a willow tree. She had soft features and the solid grace of someone used living in her body. An acrobat, perhaps. Or a soldier. The tail faerie boy who held her in his arms had a mess of black hair. His cheeks were painted in silver, his eyes edged in black kohl, and he looked drunk, his crown askew. The girl was glaring at him, and Kaye wondered how they wound up dancing together. Then she noticed the way he was looking at her. But that made things even more puzzling. —a visit to the impossible lands, the cruel prince bonus story

Jude And if they call me a slut, You know it might be worth it for once

“Is this really what you wanted? Him?” —the wicked king, chapter 7

But we all know what you lost.” “Locke?” I laugh. “Good riddance.” Her brows knit together. “Surely it’s not the High King himself you were gazing at.” —the wicked king, chapter 8

I’m there to whisper my counsel in his ear, as any seneschal might. The difference is that he must listen to me. And if he whispers back a few horrific insults, well, at least he’s forced to whisper. —the wicked king, chapter 1

Cardan And if I'm gonna be drunk, Might as well be drunk in love.

“Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can.” And with that, he kisses me on the mouth. I feel a cacophony of things at once. I am furious with him, furious and resigned that he is a failure as High King, corrupt and fanciful and as weak as Orlagh could have hoped. Then there is the public nature of the kiss, parading this before the Court is shocking, too. He’s never been willing to seem to want me in public. Perhaps he can take it back, but in this moment, it is known. But there is also a weakness in me, because I dreamed of him kissing me for all my time in the Undersea, and now with his mouth on mine, I want to sink my nails into his back. His tongue brushes my lower lip, the taste heady and familiar. Wraithberry. He’s not drunk; he’s been poisoned. —the wicked king, chapter 27

Jude Send the code, he's waiting there, The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air

I realize what’s happening a moment too late. A note told the Court of an assassination attempt, and the Bomb went looking for an assassin. She found someone hiding in the shadows with a weapon. Someone who had every reason to want to kill the king: me. // I feel a guard’s hand close on my arm. Then Cardan’s voice comes. “Do not touch her.” A terrible silence follows. I wait for him to pronounce judgment on me. Whatever he commands will be done. His power is absolute. I don’t even have the strength to fight back “Whatever can you mean?” Randalin says. “She’s—” “She is my wife,” Cardan says, his voice carrying over the crowd. “The rightful High Queen of Elfhame. And most definitely not in exile.” The shocked roar of the crowd rolls around me, but none of them are more shocked than I am. —the queen of nothing, chapter 16

Cardan The wrong place at the right time

I keep thinking of the steady way he looked at me when we were both naked, before he pulled on his shirt and fastened those elegant cuffs. We should have called truce, he’d said, brushing back his ink-black hair impatiently. We should have called truce long before this. But neither of us called it, not then, not after. Jude, he’d said, running a hand up my calf, are you afraid of me? I clear my throat, forcing the memories away. “I command you not to allow yourself to be alone from tonight’s sundown to tomorrow’s sunup.” He draws back, as though bitten. He no longer expects me to deliver orders in this high-handed way, as though I don’t trust him. The High King of Elfhame makes a shallow bow. “Your wish—no, strike that. Your command is my command,” he says. I cannot look at him as he goes out. I am a coward. —the wicked king, chapter 21

“I hate you. You sent me into exile. Everything you say to me, everything you promise, it’s all a trick. And I, stupid enough to believe you once.” The sheathed knife slides easily to my hand. “Of course it was a trick—” he begins, then sees the weapon and bites off whatever he was about to say. —the queen of nothing, chapter 7

“It’s you I love,” he says. “I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.” He walks to the door to the royal chambers, as though to end the conversation. “You probably guessed as much,” he says. “But just in case you didn’t.” He opens the door to prevent me from responding. Abruptly, we are no longer alone. Fand and the rest of our guard stand ready in the hall, with the Living Council waiting impatiently beside them. —the queen of nothing, chapter 22

Jude And I break down, then he's pullin' me in, Cardan In a world of boys, he's a gentleman.

I am on the High King’s enormous bed, bleeding on his majestically appointed coverlets. Everything hurts. There’s a hot, raw pain in my belly, and my head is pounding. Cardan stands over me. His jacket is thrown on a nearby chair, the velvet soaked through with some dark substance. His white sleeves are rolled up, and he’s washing my hands with a wet cloth. Getting the blood off them. —the queen of nothing, chapter 17

He’s every bit as terrifying as any serpent. I don’t care. I run into his arms. —the queen of nothing, chapter 26

Cardan’s fingers dig into my back. He’s trembling, and whether it is from ebbing magic or horror, I am not sure. But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world. —the queen of nothing, chapter 27

Jude This is luxury / You're not saying you're in love with me / But you're going to.

I let go of him and remain standing. I promised myself I would do this, if I ever had the chance again. I promised I would do this the first moment I could. “I love you,” I say, the words coming out in an unintelligible rush. Cardan looks taken aback. Or possibly I spoke so fast he’s not even sure what I said. —the queen of nothing, chapter 27

Cardan and Jude: Half awake, Taking your chance, It's a big mistake, I said it might blow up in your pretty face, I'm not saying do it anyway, But you're going to.

“Hear my judgment,” Cardan says, authority ringing in his voice. “I hereafter exile Jude Duarte to the mortal world until such time as she is pardoned by the crown. Until then, let her not step one foot in Faerie or forfeit her life.” I gasp. “But you can’t do that!” He looks at me for a long moment, but his gaze is mild, as though he’s expecting me to be fine with exile. As though I am nothing more than one of his petitioners. As though I am nothing at all. “Of course I can,” he replies. “But I’m the Queen of Faerie,” I shout, and for a moment, there is silence. Then everyone around me begins to laugh. I can feel my cheeks heat. Tears of frustration and fury prick my eyes as, a beat too late, Cardan laughs with them. At that moment, knights clap their hands on my wrists. Sir Rannoch pulls me down from the horse. For a mad moment I consider fighting him as though two dozen knights aren’t around us. “Deny it then,” I yell. “Deny me!” He cannot, of course, so he does not. Our eyes meet, and the odd smile on his face is clearly meant for me. —the wicked king, chapter 30

“I need something from you,” I tell Severin. He makes his bow. “Of course, my queen. Whatever is mine is yours.” // You already know how to end the curse. “I do love you,” I whisper. “I will always love you.” I tuck the golden bridle into my belt. Two paths are before me, but only one leads to victory. But I don’t want to win like this. Perhaps I will never live without fear, perhaps power will slip from my grasp, perhaps the pain of losing him will hurt more than I can bear. And yet, if I love him, there’s only one choice. —the queen of nothing, chapters 25 // 26

Jurdan And if I'm gonna be drunk / Might as well be drunk in love.

“I knew little else, but I always knew you.” And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again. —the queen of nothing, chapter 27

more 1989/tfota posts on #1989 tv as jude and cardan’s version tag

[streets-in-paradise]

Anonymous Hero - Hector of Troy x (Fem)Warrior!Reader (requested)

Troy (2004) Oneshot 

Requested by @g-m-kaye​ 

“ (...) If you’re still taking fic requests for TROY (?) I’d be super duper excited if you’d write an AU fic for Hector x reader character where Hector, instead of being married to Andromache, falls for a slender Trojan warrior who has his back in the first melee… but unexpectedly turns out to be a woman when Hector demands the warrior remove his helmet & reveal “his” identity 👀 (I’ve always loved the “girl masquerading as boy” trope - ever since Shakespeare!) … and pls do make it as steamy as you like!! Lol (...)” 

Hope you will like this, darling! I loved writing it. 

Word Count 2.5 K 

Warnings: Hector going through a Li Shang bi panic, Single Hector AU ( sorry, Andromache. You are great, but we love your man). Very few proofreading ( it’s almost 3 AM and i’m tired, but wanted to get it posted)

Summary: In the heat of battle during the arrival of the greeks Hector ends up  greatly impressed by the courageous response of a singular soldier, but this stranger refuses to claim ríghts on the feat. Feeling even more intrigued about him afterwards, the prince is determined to find him in full unawareness of how the peculiar fighter has quite a few more surprises to give.  

Tags: @mysticaldeanvoidhorse @helie-brain @rfkfan​

The sound of the bell brought the expected news nobody wanted to hear. Greek veils in the horizon, a thousand ships about to reach trojan shore, giving the impression that Agamemnon had emptied the continent to avenge the insulted honor of his brother. As the city observed the spectacle with horror, heralds were calling all the available men to fight in what would be the first defense in a crushing war. The disastrous numerical difference forced desperate measures and the army commanded by Prince Hector needed to engross its lines somehow. For so, many soldiers who weren’t in optimal conditions were needed: young lads stepping into combat too soon and old men following the example of Glaucus. 

Fillment additions, men that were there for numbers but weren’t warriors in the heroic sense of the term. They had very little possibilities of success against the myrmidons, fearless and bloodthirst beasts that were presenting a hard challenge to the Apollonian Guard even before the landing of Ajax. If some of the best in Troy were suffering because of them, arming that sacrificial reserve sounded like pointless cruelty. Those men were doomed to be nothing more than fresh meat to engross the downs of Achilles and Ajax, easily removable obstacles slowing down their encounter with more qualified enemies. No one would have expected much of them, at least until one proved the assumptions of the strategists to be completely wrong. 

After Achilles performed miracles throwing a spear that killed Tecton from an impossible distance, doing so with a cocky bragger naturality, the elite warriors were completely discouraged. Even Hector experienced true horror for the first time in many years, sensibly affected by the death of the friend who had always got his back in the battlefield. Despite the myrmidons being implicitly warned to leave him for their leader, many tried to take that contextual advantage doing their shots in trying to take down the prince. Clearly, not everyone was willing to listen after being exhorted to fight through a hubris induced speech about reaching immortal glory. 

In that spirit-wrecking point of the battle, with a temple destroyed and priests slaughtered by an enemy that knew no limits, the disorganized crowd of elite warriors fleeing left a chance for the relegated men of Troy to shine. A small, slender soldier that could have made Ajax laugh if he would have faced him courageously assumed the role of Tecton protecting the prince in the chaos. Hector was equally moved and amazed by the man fighting beside him. He looked weaker than his brother, probably a young lad from that desperate aid reserve, yet he was fighting with the push of a man twice his size. He followed all the way through the carnage inside the temple and would have gone to the end of the line accompanying him to the encounter of Achilles, if Hector himself wouldn’t have commanded otherwise. The sacrificial devotion of that soldier felt personal beyond any measures, it left a mark on his memory that eclipsed the shocking first impression Achilles wanted to feel being causing him. 

Although relegated due to his fragile appearance, that nameless young man fought with the kind of honor the famous greek warlord lacked and Hector was finding a strange sense of hope in that. He also couldn’t help admiring some of his gracious movements at times, wondering if he could perhaps have been a disguise of the god defending his altar. That would have at least explained the most incredible aspect of the situation: his unexplainable attraction towards him. 

No details of the episode were referenced in the war council that night. Archeptolemus, his political rival in religious circles, would have used it against him and the prince was already very much irritated by his misuse of religion to discredit him. If the soft looking soldier was Apollo fighting beside him or just a regular mortal he had just fallen for, he would have to figure it out by himself. The hopeful reminder of him helped the prince tolerate the newest terrible choice of his brother. Although Paris promised an easy resolution meant to take place the next morning, he was walking to his death and he wasn’t ready to let him die. Unlike his mysterious new favorite, the youngest prince didn’t possess any dormant courage to be released in a critical situation. 

Paris needed to meet that man, either to exhort miraculous bravery in him or to make him desist from that purpose. It was the excuse that Hector invented to himself in his mildly desperate search for him. 

“ Troy is worth fighting for because even the simplest of our men can make a difference. “ He was saying to his men in formation during the motivational speech that morning.” Agamemnon brought to us a parade of famous heroes without any inside cohesion. He expects us to tremble upon him because his battalions are all commanded by one of those, but yesterday we learned a valuable lesson. Their army is weak where ours is stronger. They are glory seekers harangued by leaders who think like arrogant children, we are men fighting for our country. We don’t rely on the fame of our heroes, but in the strength of our hearts!”  

Ovations cutted him off for an instant, but he waited enough to continue and evaluated the reaction. 

“ Yesterday we lost a hero, a man I loved like a brother, but that loss didn’t paralyzed us.Someone else made his way reclaiming his spot beside me. Not a fighter in a chariot, not an apollonian, but a simple man. He performed heroic acts worthy of being sung, but disappeared without claiming any authorship for his feat. While greeks are too preoccupied with making history to care about each other, even the smallest trojan is already a hero.” 

Hector roamed the extension of the front lines on his horse,visually searching for the reaction revealing the man in question.  

“ We have humble anonymous heroes that double theirs in courage and worth, and I now command this man to show himself and reclaim the honors he deserves.” 

A tense silence followed the end of his speech, soldiers looking at their sides full with confusion searching for the one refusing such a high reward. 

“ It is an order.” Hector finally reminded them. “ In the name of the loyalty he displayed, I demand him to give one step ahead.” 

Suddenly, a slender figure emerged from the crowd and the prince got off his horse as he approached. His evident satisfaction made Paris hold a chuckle, especially because he noticed how his brother observed him. 

“ I want the army to be a witness of my gratitude. “ Hector explained to him once he was finally standing in front of him. Only a shorter distance separated them. “ In a battle won by men desperate for recognition, you saved my life asking nothing in return. You have won my admiration and sincere affection; Troy must remember your name.” 

The multitude started cheering until the honored fighter removed his helmet, surrendering himself to the pressure about knowing his identity. A sepulchral silence followed his movements, confusion spreading even further than before and the youngest prince was the only smiling face easy to spot. 

Hector discovered a beautiful woman staring back at him and never before he had found anyone so desirable.His lips slightly parted despite him trying to pretend he wasn’t observing her in complete awe. 

“ Do with me what you judge properly, my lord.” She fearlessly exclaimed. “ I surrender myself to you for disciplinary action.” 

He recognized her, a young maiden from a remarkable family of trojan aristocrats. Firstborn daughter and her only brother was fifteen years old. The boy was named Ilus, at least he remembered that, but he couldn’t remember much of her and it frustrated him. 

" I must assume you are here as a replacement for Ilus Peiroide. " He asked her in an affirmation. " A young boy, too young. His frame provided an easy hideout for you. " 

" He is my brother. " The lady replicated. " Is the king of Mycenae the only one who can fight for his brother? I would rather bring dishonor to my family than burying Ilus. " 

Her words resonated deeply with him. Not only his fondness of her kept increasing, Hector simply couldn't blame her. However, he had to act as a leader. 

" At least allow her to plead her case, i like her." Paris commented, doing his brother the favor of saying what he couldn't. " This is my war, one that is being fought over a woman I brought here. Wouldn't it be a blatant hypocrisy if we don't let  this girl speak?"

She smiled at him, only deviating her attention from Hector for a brief instant, to what Paris replied with a friendly wink. 

" You don't have much time, the greeks will arrive soon..." Hector pointed out. " Your brave acts are not being questioned, but you must make yourself accountable for your transgression. Not to me, but to our countrymen." 

The intense eye contact going on between them was loaded with a tension that didn't resemble a grudge of any kind.  

" Look at them and tell them why you did this. " 

" I listened to your speeches and felt the call deep inside, in my heart. " She provocatively replied, admitting reasons beyond the initial sympathetic motive palatable to their societal perceptions. " My prince, you harangue the men speaking about freedom, but the rules of war don't threaten theirs as heavily as they menace ours. Are we all going to pretend we don't know what happened to Princess Briseis just because the King can't stand the shame? A woman doesn't simply disappear or dies in war, she is taken by the winner. Women don't get the privilege of dying, we are the ones who will be reduced to slavery if the city falls. If Helen came here searching for her freedom to love... Why can't I defend my own freedom, and all my countrywomen? " 

Even the ones who had reason to present objections couldn't argue with that, the presence of Helen was a disruptive element for trojan society. Her existence there had proven to challenge the traditional conceptions for quite a few established institutions, marriage being the main in the list but not the only one.   

" If this ends in battle, you have one more chance to prove your value to the city. Only one, and i am granting it to you in honor of the great service you performed for me yesterday." Hector warned her. " Consider my debt paid with this indulgence. " 

She smiled and that time it was for him. Hector had to pretend coldness, but he would have done anything to see that again. 

" I will not disappoint you, my prince. If you pick me, I will follow you to the gates of Tartarus. " 

His pulse accelerated hearing that, making him feel the improper effect that the woman had on him.

The promise turned out to be true, since another opportunity for fighting presented itself and she did something impressive. Trojans weren't as surprised as the greeks were when Hector slaughtered Menelaus to save Paris from that hopeless combat, unleashing a new battle through the breaking of the pact. To them it was clear that the story of the shieldmaiden who defied the concept of honor replacing her younger brother to save him must had inspired the heir prince. Curiously but not casually, a great victory was obtained and both performed the highlights of it. Barely after Hector triumphed in his solitary combat against Ajax, the lady forced the definitive retreat of the greeks for the day by attacking the mycenaeans. 

Her spear throw killed the charioteer of Agamemnon. Not satisfied with that, she wounded him with the sword as he was attempting to control the horses. Nothing severe, the blade barely caressed his arm, but it reminded the power delirious king that he was a mortal and in that opportunity she did reclaimed the feat knowing it would increase his humiliation.  

The very same men who were judging her in silence that morning celebrated her alongside Hector in the afternoon. She was invited to the palace, where King Priam allowed her to be acknowledged through his son's choice of allowing her involvement. She promised him to help in the case of her niece, if she could be allowed after the immense offense she gave to the supreme greek king. Helen herself praised her bravery, granting hers and Paris' support altogether. 

It was like a dream, a very vivid dream where she was getting noticed being who she wanted to be. Even Hector, the man she had hopelessly loved in silence for many years, was looking at her in a different way. 

Among the ladies of trojan high society she never felt particularly special and nothing made her feel that way. Despite being daughter of one of the local nobles in his own city, Hector barely noticed her. She used to be one of the many silly girls looking at him with pointless adoration at some special social event while his eyes followed only the frame of Princess Andromache of Thebe. A woman who represented everything she wasn't, a perfectly adjusted lady any man would want for a wife.

The order of the world was turned upside down, Hector couldn't take his eyes of her. Even without the disguise he still seemed to admire her and she felt it hitting way deeper than what the moral undertones of his speech implied. 

" If I have been an inspiration for you, let me say I can finally repay you." He shamelessly admitted her as soon as they were left alone. " You inspired me today, sometimes you need strength to leave your honor behind for love." 

" Is that an invitation?" She teased him. " Don't keep me waiting, I'm not a child anymore."

Hector sipped some wine without breaking eye contact through the action, then left the cup to subtly lay a hand on her cheek.

" Then you must be aware of how you are making me feel." 

She lifted her head just a bit, showing how delighted with his touch she was. 

" How can I doubt it when you are looking at me like this?" She purred with want. " I fully meant what I told you this morning. Pick me, I could be yours if you want me. "

Infatuated as he was, he could have proposed ríght there after that suggestive comeback, but he límited himself to kissing her hoping that could help him slow down. 

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[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

Sick of it

pairing: nikolai lantsov x wife!reader

genre: angst

el's thoughts: requested by @whorehalloween for my 350 follower celebration. based of the song to begin again by ingrid michaleson

When the world was ending

I'd hold you in my arms

And we talked about the places we'd never been

When the world was ending

We'd hold onto the past

'Cause it's all we thought that we would ever see

~

Y/N walked to their room in a haze. That day was daze, meeting after meeting, reports from the first and second armies. Death. Death. Death. She was tired of it. Yerning for the days where they were young and free, running through the halls away from their guards. 

“Darling, how was your day?” She was greeted with the sight of her husband on their bed when she pushed the door open. “It was fine, my love.” She made her way to the bathroom.

Not making eye contact was Nikolai’s first sign that something wasn’t right. He placed his book down and followed her, “Are you sure, Y/N/N? You want to talk about it?” He saw her shake her head as she reached for her toothbrush. Her hands, shaking when she leaned her hips against the counter to steady herself. One look at herself in the mirror had her reach one hadn to her husband. “Nik, hold me. Please.” 

He walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his nose into her hair. He felt her breathing become irregular, “Y/N breath with me. Okay?” He exaggerated his breathing so she could sync her’s with his. Once she calmed down enough he spoke in a soft voice, “What’s got you like this, love?” 

“Everything…” A sharp breath left her mouth, “Today, I had so many meetings and different conversations. All of them telling me how many we’ve lost. How much we’ve lost. Death. Lose. Death. Lose. Over and over and over again. I’m just so sick of it, Nik.” She turned around and buried her head in his chest, breathing deeply trying to push down the rising tears and emotions. 

Guilt settled in the pit of Nikolai’s stomach as he ran his hand through his wife’s hair. “I’m so sorry.” He felt her shake her head, “It’s not your fault, so don't apologize.” “But it is my fault, I’m supposed to protect you.” 

~

The couple fell asleep in each other's arms, comforting each other with the fact that they’re both safe for the time being. 

It's alright

It's ok

We will get another day

I don't know how

I don't know when

But I do know that we can

Try to begin again, to begin again

~*~

nikolai lantsov taglist: @kaye-here

grishaverse taglist: @whorehalloween @sophierequests @juneberrie

[dyns33]

Wanting something

I didn't watch the series but I wanted to do something about Julian Kaye. I may do a second part, I'm not sure yet.

When Y/N had met Julian Kaye, she had initially thought he was going to ask her for money.

It was a little suspicious that a man like him would come and talk to a woman like her for no reason.

Then she had thought that he had lost a bet, or that he wanted to win a bet. A stupid, nasty bet.

Then, after several hours of talking and exchanging numbers, Y/N decided that he must just be strange, desperate, or with questionable taste.

In any case, Julian Kaye seemed to really like her, and for a month, it was bliss to be with him.

They saw each other at least four times a week, he treated her like a queen, listening to her, not rushing her, and not caring what others thought.

“Why would I care ?” he asked her. "I don't know them. They didn't know me, nor did they know you. They don't matter. I'm happy with you, that's the only thing that matters."

Y/N’s life wasn’t always easy. She wasn't very good with people, with social relationships. Her love life was quite empty. Her family was worried about her, and some of her colleagues made fun of her for it, saying that she was probably frigid.

With Julian, Y/N didn’t feel frigid. She felt loved, respected.

She wanted more.

On the evening that celebrated the first month of their meeting, she decided to do something special. She invited him to dinner at her place, cooking all day and they spent hours on the couch, talking, then kissing, until midnight.

Julian's cell phone then rang.

"Hmm. A month."

"Yes." she sneered, wanting to kiss him again. “A month exactly.”

“For more, you will have to make a new transfer.” he said politely, putting a finger to her mouth.

"… What ?"

"You paid for a month. I know, it's hard, but that's business. I'll let you think about it, you have my number."

He then left her alone on the sofa, totally lost.

In the end, Y/N had been right about one thing. Julian had approached her about money, but not her money.

She understood this when one of her colleagues, the worst of all, came to question her about the gigolo she and the others had hired to offer her a good time and unwind her.

According to her, it was a charitable act. He had to act like her boyfriend for a month, and Y/N might be less annoying after getting fucked good.

"I still bet it was wasted money, because you're so stuck up that you weren't going to jump on him, even if he got naked in front of you, his legs spread apart, with whipped cream on his chests. Was I right ? Did you have sex or not ?"

Y/N had never been so ashamed in her life. She locked herself in the toilet of the office to cry.

Julian's number was deleted. She didn't plan to see him again, ever.

It was by chance that they met in a bar. He had the nerve to smile at her as he raised his glass, which made her blood boil. Maybe the three drinks she had already had didn't help.

Instead of going home to save what little dignity she had left, she went to see him, hesitating between slapping him and insulting him.

"Good evening darling."

“I’m not your darling, you fucker.”

"…Excuse me ? Look, I'm sorry but the rules were clear. I have schedules to respect, I'm a professional. If you come and tell me that you're not satisfied, you told me that you chose the pace, so I followed. And if you fell in love or something stupid like that, I warned you about that too."

"Warned ? Warned ?! My lovely colleagues didn't give me the rules when they hired you, sorry ! You should be ashamed ! I thought… I should have known it was too good to be true… "

"… Wait. You didn't know ?"

He had been annoyed at first that she was angry with him, but Julian immediately calmed down when he realized that Y/N hadn't hired her. He thought she had hired her, he too had been somehow trapped.

He would never have accepted this contract if he had known.

"I sometimes get weird requests, from clients who want me to play a role. This request was simple, a romantic meeting, to play perfect boyfriend, don't talk about my job if you don't talk about it directly… Shit. Oh, Y/N, shit, I’m sorry. Really. Who are the bitches who did this ?”

Like a gentleman, he offered her a handkerchief, and he listened to her again, about her colleagues, about her relationships, gently stroking her arm to comfort her.

“Sorry…” she sobbed when she saw the time. "It's late. You have to work, I… I'll leave you be."

"No, it's okay. One day without. And a good lesson for me, I'll check my clients better the next time. I only make ladies cry if they ask me to."

This made her laugh. During their month together, Julian had made her laugh a lot. He was truly a charming man. Y/N tried not to think about it too much, telling her heart to shut up, because none of it had been true.

She did her best to forget, as the weeks passed normally. The work was painful, the others making fun of her even more than before. Their murmurs and laughter followed her everywhere. She was thinking of resigning soon.

One day at lunchtime the whispers continued, but they seemed different. She heard someone approach, putting a hand on her shoulder. Y/N sighed before turning around, expecting a colleague.

“… Julian ?”

"Hello darling." he replied, kissing her. “I came to kidnap you, we’re eating together today.”

"… Eh ?" was the smartest thing she could say.

A bit lost, she let Julian take her hand and lead her outside, to a small Italian restaurant, as if everything was perfectly normal.

He chuckled when he saw her look full of questions. He had thought a lot about what had happened, he hadn't liked that she was so hurt at all, and he wanted to teach her colleagues a little lesson.

"They think you're not good enough to seduce a guy like me ? Well, they're wrong."

“They’ll think I’m paying you.”

"Sweetheart. To pay for my services for more than a day, you must be rich or very in debt. I inquired, they contributed fourteen to pay my month's salary, it is impossible for me to be there because you give me money.”

The little game seemed to work. When Y/N returned to work, her colleagues were totally disturbed because they had seen it. They were even more disturbed when Julian came to pick her up in the evening, and when he returned again and again several times during the week.

It was a bit fun, she was willing to admit, but also difficult. Y/N tried to forget him, and that wasn't possible seeing him almost every day.

The worst part was that he also came to see her when she wasn't working, which seemed pointless. Her colleagues couldn't see them at her place. But Julien arrived with his flowers and his huge smile, taking a place on her sofa and asking her how her day was.

Y/N thought that maybe he didn't have many relationships outside of work. No friends. Nobod. Perhaps it did him good to talk with someone who didn't pay him and therefore didn't see him as a piece of meat or a product.

He told her about himself. About his past, his beginnings very young, much too young, in the industry. He talked about prison. He didn't hide anything from her, and Y/N felt that it was important, because he shouldn't talk about it often, if he ever talked about it.

It might sound crazy, but he loved his job. He would have been capable of doing anything else, but he liked to please, he liked to give pleasure to women, he liked to have a lot of money while lying by a swimming pool. He wasn't ashamed of it.

This continued for months. Y/N quit, considering when more of her horrible coworkers she could find a better job.

Julien continued to come. At her new job and at home. He also invited her to his place, where it was clear that he never invited anyone.

As they shared a bottle of champagne in front of a movie, Y/N leaned against him, a little drunk. He put his hand across her, his head against hers.

“We look like an old couple.” she joked.

"Hmm."

"It's nice. I wonder if I'll ever get that… I mean, for real."

Julian's head left hers, although his hand remained on her shoulder. Y/N felt that he was tense, that she had said something stupid, and the best thing to do would have been to say nothing, but she had been drinking, and she didn't think.

"I mean… Romantically. I'm not your type, it's okay. We're friends. It's great. I try to remember that we're just friends."

“Why do you say you’re not my type ?”

"Please…"

“You also think you’re not good enough to seduce a guy like me ?”

"I am not stupid."

“Well, you clearly kinda are.”

There were times in life when people forgot how to breathe. All that was left was the sound of their hearts pounding in their ears, and the feeling that something important was happening.

It took a little while for Y/N to remember how to breathe, and for her to slowly turn to Julian, who was still watching the movie.

“Julian…”

"No. Don't say anything. I know what you're going to say."

“What am I going to say ?”

"That you like me. But that my job is too weird for us to be together. I'm just a whore, very handsome, very nice, with money, but above all with a rotten past, a crappy apartment, the…"

"I love you."

"Stop."

Julian was not ashamed of his job, but he was aware that it closed certain doors to him, like love. A family life, a normal life. No one would want to date a gigolo. No one could talk about what he was doing. No one could trust him or be proud of him.

“Julian.” Y/N insisted. "I don't care about your work. Maybe it will be difficult, but I don't care. I love you. You told me how you started, you told me why you keep going, you're careful, you're professional. You… It doesn't matter if you don't like me, we can just be friends. But I love you, I really love you, I don't care about others. Remember ? I I don't care about anyone else."

She wasn't sure if he had meant that when he told her, but he looked at her intently, before kissing her.

When he told Lorenzo that he had found someone and wanted to change his schedule, his boss asked him if he had forgotten the rules.

But Y/N had technically never been one of his clients, not offering him a penny, so Julian declared that no, he had been very lucky to find love, someone who accepted him as he was. he was, this made his friend sigh.

“We’ll see how long this lasts.”

"Yes, we will see." Julian replied before hanging up to take Y/N in his arms, looking at her like the first day, like a man who wanted something.

He seemed satisfied when she pressed her lips against his.

[emerysaks]

The Clothes Make the (wo)Man

Dusting off some of the in-progress fics from my files. The Clothes Make the (wo)Man - EmerySaks7 - Agent Carter (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 1/3

Peggy Carter knew she looked superb in a dress. It wasn't vanity. It was a fact, and it was something she'd used to her advantage several times during undercover work throughout her career; however, if you asked Angie Martinelli, she'd be the first to say it was Peggy who wore the pants in their relationship. Although she always said this teasingly, it was true when they got right down to it.

Between her time at the SSR, training exercises, and fieldwork, Peggy did tend to wear pants. It was often easier for her to work that way, she explained. Angie never complained because truth be told, she thought Peggy looked amazing in pants. It was such a turn-on to hook her fingers in the belt loops on Peggy's pants and pull her forward for a kiss as her nimble fingers deftly worked the button and zipper open while Peggy was occupied with other pursuits – namely trying to get Angie out of her own clothes as quickly as possible.

Whenever Angie told Peggy how much she enjoyed seeing her in pants, she chuckled and said she felt the same about a darling actress in a particular blue dress. That always brought a blush to Angie's face and resulted in her peppering several kisses across Peggy's face while Peggy laughed about them being exclusive members of a mutual admiration society.

That conversation frequently repeated in Angie's head when working, brushing her teeth, and lying in bed beside her sleeping lover. Angie wondered: Would Peggy find it a turn-on to see her in trousers? After all, she had a pretty sharp-looking suit hanging in the back of her closet from before she met Peggy when she'd go out to clubs that catered to her selective tastes.

Finally, Angie decided to throw caution to the wind and take a chance on Peggy's admiration. She waited until they sat down for their Saturday morning breakfast. Peggy sipped her coffee, and Angie nibbled on toast.

"You know, Peg, I've been thinking…"

Peggy put down her coffee. "Oh, really? Should I be worried?" she teased.

Angie rolled her eyes. "You're a regular Danny Kaye, aren't you?"

Peggy laughed. "I'm sorry, darling. You were saying?"

"I was trying to be all romantic," Angie huffed dramatically. "But you had to go and spoil it."

"How awful of me." Peggy smiled and covered Angie's hand with her own. "However, if I tell you I'm sorry, could I possibly hear these romantic plans?"

Angie pretended to consider the offer. "How sorry?"

Peggy grinned. "Terribly sorry."

"That sounds very British."

Peggy nodded. "Quite." She ran a thumb over Angie's hand. "You were saying?"

"I was saying," Angie continued, trying to settle the heat that rushed through at that simple gesture, "how about you meet me at the diner tonight when you get off work?"

Confusion flashed across Peggy's features, and Angie almost laughed.

"The diner?" Peggy echoed.

Angie leaned in closer. "The diner."

Peggy gazed at her for a moment before finally nodding. "I'm curious how romance plays into meeting you at the diner, but I'm intrigued."

Angie smirked. "Pick me up at 8?"

Peggy leaned across the table and squeezed her hand. "You have yourself a date, darling."

[newtonsheffield]

so this is probably super weird but could we please maybe see Deb Kate and Anthony for spicy Sunday?? I just love them, they are so young and trauma free and in love!

Right so Debutante Kaye isn’t good at cooking, but you mentioned she might have skills elsewhere thag Anthony find more than appealing 🌶🌶🌶 Can we see a sneak peak?

Ahhh... These two little horn dogs. There's a reason Kate was pregnant just five months after their wedding: They're horny teenagers who just figured out how to do the sex.

Surely, there was something wrong with her. There had to be. There had to be something wrong with her, because surely every woman did not go around all day desiring their husbands this much. Mary had of course sat in the room with her above the Horse and Harrier the night before her wedding, her fingers twisting uncomfortably.

"Darling, I know this may seem a little... ridiculous to you, given you've already likely-"

Kate's cheeks had burned. "Mama, Anthony and I haven't- we've... kissed and perhaps once or twice he removed his shirt when I asked but that's all."

Mary had looked so surprised, her lips parted with it for several moments before she said- "Well, of course, I only- many couples when their is love involved preempt their marital vows."

Kate had startled, her mind racing. "Mama, I don't want to hear about you and Appa!"

"I didn't mean to-" Mary cut herself off with a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Darling, are you... do you have any questions?"

And it had bubbled out of Kate before she could stop it. "What if I'm not very... good at it? What if he doesn't find me... pleasing I suppose?"

Mary stared back at her for a long moment before she sighed, brushing Kate's hair back from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear. "My darling, where there is love there is no reason to be scared. There is nothing so natural as this when you're in love, I promise."

But Kate hadn't believed her. Hadn't believed her even as she'd sat down on the bed in the tiny cottage not far from Anthony's family's farmhouse, with her cheeks burning as Anthony had cleared his throat.

"Alone at last and I'm not worried your father will find out and skin me alive."

She'd chuckled despite her nervousness, "He wouldn't skin you. He might have hit you in the knees with a cane."

"Much better." Anthony had agreed, silence tense and awkward between them before Anthony had sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm very nervous."

"So am I." She'd sighed, relaxing a little as Anthony had tucked his arm around her waist, still in her wedding dress, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"I've only... done this once before and I'm worried you won't... enjoy yourself." Anthony admitted, his fingers intertwined with hers and suddenly the idea seemed so ludicrous.

"Anthony I can't imagine being with you in any way would not be enjoyable."

"If you don't enjoy anything, you have to tell me. I'm your husband and all I want is to please you." He'd had his forehead pressed against hers, his hands soft on her face just before their lips touched. And his hands had shaken a little when he'd tugged at her corset, and hers had ripped a button from his shirt as she'd tugged at it, and his voice had been reverent when he'd made her his wife and they'd gasped together. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and when they'd lay together in the after with the fire crackling in the grate, gasping for air, Kate hadn't been able to stop herself from letting out a hysterical giggle.

"I think I'm going to quite like being a wife."

Anthony's breath had shuddered nuzzling against her bare chest where he'd collapsed. "I absolutely bloody love being a husband. I'm not going to work tomorrow, we aren't leaving this bed Mrs Bridgerton until I know what absolutely every inch of you tastes like, I'm afraid."

"Well if you insist."

"I do. I'm afraid I do."

Of course it had been rather embarrassing to stand in front of Anthony's mother the day after their day in bed, when she must have known the reason for their absence, but Anthony hadn't seemed at all bothered. And Kate had thought this would change. That her cheeks wouldn't grow hot whenever she saw Anthony, that she'd grow used to how his body looked as he wielded the scythe, how he looked on his horse, powerful and strong and hers and she burned.

But it didn't. And she didn't. And all she did was desire her husband, it seemed. She burned for him in the morning, when he stood from their bed as the dawn broke naked as the day he was born and his skin glowed in the sun as he groaned, looking back at her in bed. Pull the sheets up, my love. If I see you like that I'll never leave. And she thought about him all day. Thought about the way his hands, rough from work, felt on her skin, the way his lips felt against hers the way his lips felt trailing down her body. The way his voice broke on her name as his hips stuttered against hers. The moment he came through the front door in the afternoon, her hands reached for him tugging his lips down to hers, swallowing the fevered groan that rose in his chest I thought about you all day sweetheart while her fingers tugged at the fastenings on his breeches. And it never stopped.

She loved the land that they lived on, the fields that rolled on forever and the animals in the distance, the peace and quiet. And as the afternoon sun set she'd become fond of sitting among the wildflowers that grew behind the cottage picking flowers to sit on the table in their kitchen, watching for the first signs of Anthony, jumping over the fence from the farm.

It was just like that today, the birds chirping in the afternoon sun, flowers all around her.

"My lady!"

Anthony's voice carried on the wind towards her, forcing her head up in surprise given he shouldn't be home for another hour at least, but there he was, jumping down from the fence. The sun was shining in his hair casting little streaks of red into it, the shadow on his cheeks the slight beard that grew during the day, the grin on his face, always so handsome at this time of day. his neckcloth abandoned, braces hanging around his waist, his shirt unbuttoned nearly to his navel.

"You're early!" She called back, watching him run towards her, his boots crunching through the grass, his smile growing as she stood, waiting for what she knew would come.

"I was extra quick about my work today." He caught her around the waist, spinning her around as he lifted her, his lips clashing against hers, his tongue slipping over hers, a grin on his face as he pulled back, his thumb swiping gently over her cheekbones. "I thought about you all day."

Kate sighed letting herself relax against his chest the closeness between them tugging at the heat in her stomach. "What did you think about? My cooking no doubt."

Anthony chuckled, ducking down to kiss her quickly again. "Oh no doubt Mrs Bridgerton." His fingers were skimming over her thighs, still through her dress but she could feel the heat of his hand, his voice deepening in her ear. "I thought as well about how I wanted to sink between your legs the minute I got home, how I wanted to take you right here, amongst the flowers."

Kate felt her cheeks burn, her fingers already tugging his shirt from his breeches. "Why out here?"

Anthony chuckled, tugging at her dress until it slipped down, leaving her in her corsets. "When we first met, and we'd sit together at the edge of the park I wanted you so badly. I'd go back to my inn and think about how you'd feel around me, and i'd finish in my hand just thinking about it."

Kate let out a groan, tugging Anthony's shirt from his chest, letting it float to the ground, the feel of his warm skin under her hands, warm against her own skin.

"If you'd asked me, I would have let you."

Anthony groaned, his fingers slipping between her legs eyes fluttering closed at the feel of her, swallowing her gasp with his tongue. "Don't tell me that, don't tell me that sweetheart."

Already she couldn't breathe, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as Anthony's fingers slipped over her, into her, his eyes catching with hers, burning together in the fading light.

"You're so perfect, sweetheart, so perfect."

heat was building quickly between them, Kate's hips rocking towards him a little desperately, her eyes slipping closed as Anthony's hand gripped at her chest, his lips nipping at her neck, pushing her higher and higher, the heat, even in the open air, stifling and-

No, Anthony, I want you. I want you instead.

Anthony let out a desperate growl, his lips crashing against hers again, his hands tugging at her hips until her legs were wrapped around his waist. One hand shot up, cradling her head as he lay them down in the grass, the weight of his body against hers, the slide of his skin against hers, her body trapped between the firm wall of his chest and the soft grass.

A groan rose between them as Anthony's hips rocked towards her, joining them together. Kate let out a desperate gasp, her fingers pushing Anthony's hair back from his eyes. There was a muscle clenching in his jaw as his hips rolled towards hers, rocking them together gently as though he was holding himself back, just as he always did at the beginning, and she loved him for it. Loved the slow dismantling of his self control as though he couldn't remember how to be himself, how to do anything when they were like this, desperate for more, desperate for her.

It was heady, looking at Anthony like this, desperate moans and gasps of her name falling from his lips, every muscle in his body coiled tight, powerful and strong above her as his rough hands roamed over her soft skin, tugging and pulling as she encouraged him against her.

It feels so good, Anthony. So good, I know you can give me more

The feel of his skin against hers, the smell of sweat that clung to his skin from the hard day's work he'd done to provide for her, it was all overwhelming as his eyes fluttered closed, fighting and fighting to regain control, and he couldn't. Another growl fell from his chest as his hips snapped towards her, her own hips rocking up to meet him as they hurtled towards the end, the heat in her stomach climbing higher and higher, pushing and ebbing and flowing between them until everything shattered.

Her fingernails cut into his skin as she clutched him to her chest, her vision blurring at the edges. Anthony's hips stuttered against her, once twice three times, his shoulders heaving.

Kate!

And everything went still as he collapsed against her.

"I love you." Anthony was still breathless as his lips brushed her neck messily, clinging desperately to her as he always did in these moments after. Content and happy, and satisfied. "I have no idea what I ever did to deserve you, but for the rest of my life I'll be glad I did it."

A stupid giggle fell from her lips as she kissed the top of his head, taking in the smell of him. "In all honestly, my head was turned by the way your muscles moved when you unloaded your cart."

And she'd remember Anthony's beautiful laughter for the rest of her life.

So no. Kate truly shouldn't have been surprised when she sat in her mother in law's kitchen with nausea rolling over her, stiflingly hot for autumn, struggling for words as she fanned herself.

"I'm sorry, Violet, I've been feeling rather unwell these last few days, perhaps my cooking truly has finally been the downfall of me."

And her mother in law took one look at her and sighed, "Kate, darling, when was the last time you had your courses?"

Kate had frowned, thinking back, her mind turning before "You don't think I could be-?"

Violet chuckled, "Why? From the grass stains I've seen you trying to get out of your clothing I'm not sure anyone could call your marriage chaste, my dear."

And perhaps she shouldn't have, but Kate couldn't help but feel a little smug. "No. Not particularly."

[sunflower-emoji]

4 and 14 for the ask game? Very curious about your ship with Keigo!

Eek thank you Zaz!! ^_^

Who embarrasses the other in public with kisses and pet names?

Kaye: Okay look, it's not like I'm easily flustered, but that doesn't stop this man from trying. And he's as annoying as he is unflappable. No matter what gross sappy nickname I throw at him, he just responds with something even worse.

Keigo: Don't know what you're talking about. I'm just so happy to tell the world about my dearest darling schnookums-

Kaye: Going public with our relationship was a mistake.

Where would they go on a 3am adventure?

Kaye: Keigo's usually the one to initiate them. He'll get this stupid grin on his face and ask if I feel like being irresponsible before sweeping us off to some impossibly gorgeous view. My favorite spot is kind of a secret, but it's up near the mountains and has the most breathtaking sunrises.

Keigo: I'm not the only instigator here. Kaye's dragged me down plenty of twisty alleyways in the middle of the night with nothing more than a "trust me, you'll like this." And it'll always be some little stall with delicious fried food that I had no idea existed, even though it's my hometown. I do always like it though, in her defense.

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[forensicated]

Smiffina Episodes - Up In Smoke

Thankfully for Smithy, his period as Acting Inspector is finally over as Gina returns in this episode.

Before he can relax however, he and Diane are called to the park where they find a man, Duncan, flying high on drugs and holding burger van owner, Jade, at knifepoint. Jade gets stabbed in the arm and initially refuses to go to hospital. Having rugby tackled the suspect, Smithy disarms him and takes him back to the station to see the FME before interview and Diane stays to accompany Jade to St Hughes. Jade's reluctance makes more sense after Duncan is interviewed as he accuses her of selling drugs from the van.

Smithy sets up an obbo on the van and they net a large haul of cannabis that Jade had been selling in food cartons. Smithy is pleased as Jade appears to be one of the largest dealers on the Bronté estate. She refuses to name her supplier but Callum recognises him as Lee Clarke who has history in cannabis factories. Duncan claimed the cannabis was being grown locally and Clarke pops up... it has to be linked! CID are too busy to take the case on so Smithy authorises Diane and Callum to do an OBBO on Jade's flat to see if Clarke turns up which he does. They then follow him to another address and Callum takes a sneaky look when he drives off to see if it shows any signs of being an alleged cannabis factory - which it does.

Phil moans at Callum about a case uniform passed on only for Gina to appear out of nowhere and ask him if there's a problem. "No ma'am." Phil says quickly escaping. Callum introduces himself to Gina before Smithy can update her. Smithy is Not. Happy. that Callum has been schmoozing round his Gina! The smile when they first see each other - eeee! I've slowed it right down so it can be seen a little better.

The alleged factory is rented out via an agency owned by Duncan's father. Given how angry he was in Duncan's interview they suspect he doesn't know the true nature of the building. Callum offers to do some background on Clarke and Gina gets the helicopter unit to do a little flyby to see if the thermal imaging backs up their suspicions and says that CID don't need to know anything about it. Callum seems to have rather attempted to take the credit on this all for himself in front of Gina... something not missed by Smithy.

Duncan's father admits he's paid extra facilitate the short term let on the quiet - with no official paperwork. It's also clear - despite how dodgy it looks - that he didn't know about what it was used for. He asks them to stop it but without official tenancy paperwork it's hard to prove that Clarke is actually involved. Gina arrives with the thermal imagery. It's no longer an alleged cannabis factory!

There's a disturbance at the letting agency, the place has been smashed up. Phil and Stuart find out about the factory and are annoyed that Gina has kept them out of it so threaten to tell Jack. Smithy further irritates them by telling them to ask someone on uniform to fill them in on what's happened. Gina relents and gives them a tiny part in the raid on the factory - it's at the end of the road as lookout. "I'm talking to the DCI when we get back!" Phil pouts.

Diane sees Duncan at the house just before the raid and tries to get him away without Clarke seeing. Unfortunately he comes out and spots them talking and the raid has to hurry in quickly. Diane disobeys Callum's order to wait and gets herself locked in a room with Clarke who advances on her with a baseball bat. The door has been seriously reinforced and Callum and Smithy exhaust themselves trying to break in manually and finally they get inside with the enforcer. Diane is fine but Clarke escaped out the window. Thankfully after a short chase, Smithy - who gives his asp to another officer before running after Clarke - despite knowing he's hospitalised officers before!!!!! - arrests him without further drama.

Gina is happy to see all the cannabis plants being brought from the van - she's not so happy to see Phil and Stuart as they moan at her. Phil tells her he wanted to be a little more involved so she says he can be... and hands him all the paperwork for the case to complete!

As they clock off, Gina congratulates the boys on how 'they' handled things whilst she was away as she'd expected to come back to a load of paperwork - and was pleasantly surprised. Smithy smiles at her and goes on to watch as uniform drag Callum off for a drink. He refuses to join them and turns and walks back the other way after watching Callum with an almost concerned look.

(Must admit to being amused by Callum asking Beth if she is actually old enough to drink in the first place 🤣)

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Six

Inchworm - Danny Kaye

Inchworm, Inchworm

Measuring the marigolds

You and your arithmetic

You'll probably go far

Lily isn't sleeping, and Kitty and Ethan are both down with bad colds.

So they divide and conquer. They shuffle Esther off to Joel and Mei, and Midge handles the sick kids, while Lenny paces the nursery with Lily in his arms.

"Aw, Lilbit," he mutters softly, rubbing her back gently. "It's okay."

The baby whimpers and wiggles.

"What do we do, darling?" Lenny asks, sitting down in the little rocking chair near the crib. "What about a song? Hm?"

He sits back, rocking in the chair as Lily pats his jaw restlessly.

"You know Danny Kaye is a real piece of work," Lenny tells her. "Not a nice man. But he's a decent singer."

He starts humming, and sings softly to her, gazing down at the little girls as she squirms and then seems to settle.

Inchworm, inchworm

Measuring the marigolds

You and your arithmetic

You'll probably go far

Inchworm, inchworm

Measuring the marigolds

Seems to me you'd stop and see

How beautiful they are

He doesn't notice Midge leaning into the room as he sings, watching as Lily's eyes start to droop.

"Like magic," Midge says softly, stepping in and resting her hand on the back of Lenny's head gently. "We'll have to remember that one."

He chuckles softly. "How are the plague patients?"

"Sleeping with the vaporizer going," Midge tells him as she watches him get to his feet to settle Lily into her crib. "They'll feel better in the morning."

"Good," Lenny grins, turning to her, rubbing her arms. "We should get some sleep."

"God, yes. Sick kids are exhausting."

He chuckles and leads her out.

[sporadiceagleheart]

Everyone Welcome to my tribute edit for Suzanne Crough and all Actress and Actors Child actress and actors

Skye McCole Bartusiak,Marie Osborne Yeats,

Dorothy Ann “Dottie” Seese, Heather O'Rourke and Judith Barsi, Shirley Temple Black 1928-2014 and Baby LeRoy, Baby Peggy Montgomery, Peggy Cartwright, Darla Jean Hood, Jean Darling, Peaches Jackson, Mary Ann Jackson, Judy Garland, Margaret Hamilton, Billie Burke, Terry, Terry Burnham, Michael Gambon, Bob Saget, Betty White, Jack Albertson, Richard Belzer, Gene Wilder, Denise Nickerson, Lucille Ricksen, Lucille Ball, Lisa Loring, Lance Reddick, Alan Rickman, Richard Harris, Helen McCrory, Robbie Coltrane, Tyree Boyce, Cameron Boyce, Anne Shirley, Virginia Weidler, Jane Withers, Mary Kornman, Mildred Kornman, Dorothy DeBorba, Cammack"Cammie"King, Dominique Dunne, Samantha Reed Smith, Michael Lerner, Marianne Edwards, Shirley Jean Rickert, Rosina Lawrence, June Marlowe, Carl Switzer, Darwood Kaye, Jackie Lynn Taylor, Sybil Jason, Susan Gordon, Taruni Sachdev, Anne Whitfield, Sophie Firth, Anissa Jones, Bridgette Andersen, Dana Plato, Dana Hill, Julie Vega, Jeanine Ann Roose, Ed Asner, James Caan, Virginia Ann Marie Patton Moss, Sharyn Moffett, Adam Rich, Rose Marie, Janet Gaynor, Edith Fellows, Peggy Ann Garner, Anne Heche, Kailia Posey, Natalie Wood, Christine Chubbuck, Jacquie Jackie Lyn Dufton, Jackie Coogan, Gary Coleman, Matthew Garber, Sammi Kane Kraft,

[leahweberking]

Run

“You will need to stop running in order to feel the silence. And you will need to feel the silence in order to face the fear. And you will need to face the fear in order to undo its grip. And you will need to undo its grip in order to run. But Darling, run freely, not away.”

Ullie Kaye

Artwork by Natalie Dyer

[saltyalexander]

@lesbin tagged me to shuffle my spotify on repeat playlist and post the first 10 songs. this was fun, thanks for the tag!

my horror - santigold

nothing matters - the last dinner party

l.o.v.e - blue hawaii

whatever’s inconvenient - cmat

alaska - maggie rogers

oh no darling! - sarah kinsley

neon god - kaye

don’t come back - lava la rue

bless this mess - u.s. girls

omw - ashe

tagging whoever would like to participate!

[greenorangevioletgrass]

MY DARLING MY LOVE I HAVE NOT BEEN HERE IN FAR TOO LONG ITS INEXCUSABLE

How are you 🥺 are you hydrated 🥺 are you eating 🥺 have you laughed today 🥺I need to know

KAYE MY DEAREST DARLINGEST!

don't you worry babe i've only just returned sdkfjhskdjf

im good! working late tonight, but chugging water bc tumblr content be makin me thirsty <3 also i made kimchi fried rice for dinner but now im kinda hungry again lol and fuck yeah i've laughed today!!!

how are you? are you well? are you hydrated? ate yummy food? seen people you like hanging out with???