#maximillia

[neshtasplace]

My toxic Yuri couple, Addison and Maximillia.

[theniftycat]

maybe my name should be outrageously megalomaniacal.

like

Augustus or Maximus sound too much

Aurelius is cheeky

HORATIO, but I’m not a Shakesbro

Octavius is like... yeah, I love Alfred Molina

Hector, like Berlioz??? but in the Trojan war I didn’t root for him

Maximillian... hmm... nice. also, Robespierre.

Apuleius???? never forget the donkey

I don’t connect with women’s names as much. Aurora? Berenice? do I want to lose my teeth?

if I try to make the names more non binary...

Aureli-- sounds like orly???

Octavi? like octopi?

Max is boring

Aurelium? hm...

Octavium sounds like a medicine

Maximillium? Maximillion? nope

Aurelia Maximillia is a fucking statue

it just ain’t it, chief.

I don’t wanna have a name. Cat it is then

[8crimson]

My Superhero team #3

Martian Manhunter- J'onn J'onzz, law officer, lone survior, and Choco addict.

Powers: Intellect, shapeshifting, invisiblity, phasing, super strength, super durability, super speed, flight, enhanced senses, telepathy, and telekinesis.

first appearance: Detective Comics #225

Astra- Hope Corrigan, cancer survivor, chatholic, and always gets through hardships.

Powers and tools: Tactics, social skills, super strength, super durability, and flight. Uses a 100 pound maul called "Malleus".

first appearance: Wearing the Cape

Doctor Solar- Raymond Solar, nuclear physicist, formerly human now living nuclear powerplant.

Powers and tools: Intelect, matter-to-energy conversion, and flight. Uses radiation proof clothes and glasses when not superheroing.

first appearance: Doctor Solar: Man of the Atom #1

Invincible- Mark Grayson, guy trying to be a hero while trying to be a person, and a bit of a hot head.

Powers: Intellect, super strength, invulnerability, healing factor, and flight.

first appearance: Invincible #1

Radiant Black- Marshall Ward, the second guy to hold the power, is a bit of a jerk but gets better.

Powers: Gravity manipulation.

first appearance: Radiant Black #1

Blue Marvel- Dr. Adam Brashear, scientist, hero, worked hard for both.

Powers: Intellect, anti-matter manipulation, energy manipulation, super strength, nigh invulnerability, super speed, flight, and enhanced mental perception.

first appearance: Adam: Legend of the Blue Marvel #1

Maxima- Maximillia Leander, soldier, tactician, wants to be taken seriously.

Powers and tools: Tactics, super strength, super speed, super durability, energy blasts, and power reserve that can be focused into a specific attribute. Carries a firearm with enough kick to effect other supers.

first appearance: Grrl power #35

[dininimapentrumine]

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Montaniști au fost o grupare din secolul al doilea și a fost fondată de un crestin, nou convertit pe numele Montanus, care a început să facă profetii în satele Ardabau si Pepuza in Frigia, în jurul anilor 156. Două profetese, îl însoțesc pe Montanus, ele declară că au primit acest dar profetic din partea lui Dumnezeu. Ele se numeau Maximillia și Priscilla. Acești profeți nu au vorbit ca…

[444names]

french and german forenames + high, dark and wood elves names from warhammer universe + sindarin names

Abonn Adelin Aedir Aelise Aelissh Aelost Agalad Alance Alendert Alith Almiredhel Alothmog Amélan Andine Andle Anduil Anflette Angertrand Anghollin Angine Angol Anguir Annel Aradwellin Arain Aramar Arath Aresa Argings Arnoldes Arond Arong Arves Arwaith Ascalad Asfaladha Astel Astold Aston Avalair Avalia Azuman Balath Balch Balron Banadilock Barath Barked Baster Bel-nen Belthie Belthios Besirand Betheg Betwandr Blach Bolde Borliam Boundel Bregost Breth Bried Brilo Brinor Brithrence Brunír Busscrost Cairual Calberen Calendar Caminaldor Camloth Caragost Carath Caria Carian Caried Ceben Celender Celeviève Celossa Celoth Cering Chade Chenriel Chind Chirwenia Chrin Chrindor Cirie Cirien Clair Cleaf Climp Cords Corvassai Cristin Cun'kai Curaa Daede Daeth Dagiellerd Danel Danion Daurufine Davith Delphil Denedhane Dhula Dimbregar Dimril Dolindon Dolluin Dreaster Drelle Drete Dretheg Duina Duinas Duinu Dwaiths Dydrass Eaglas Eastinúvie Eastoro Echiel Edikt Eglassa Eillflind Eldir Elenne Ellow Elmuths Elphirwen Eltharach Elulianath Emelion Emmant Enchaldir Endelfred Enely Enniel Eraithaer Erchentz Eredrin Erestaroth Eryll Esgar Esten Ethol Exand Fabring Fanuelian Farinh Fater Fathon Fechas Felair Fenil Fergrod Fiarwain Figurt Flath Flood Folkar Folla Forfalarin Forgan Forlonna France Frandrey Fulls Fydhilde Fëanoth Fíril Gabright Gaerond Galarna Gater Gebharbad Gelicio Gelika Genet Genil Gerdilen Giverin Glair Glanargang Glauding Gloth Glóriedros Golanie Gondisle Gondré Gorlond Gornan Gorns Gorthor Greyman Gynnas Gérardhîn Hadorist Haelond Haerome Haragdûr Harde Hardh Heide Heightin Helmuther Henne Henrice Herse Hewen Himlain Horette Hugustin Hulayadrim Hultrud Hurion Húriarc Iarwen Idrikari Idrim Ikiritz Ilong Indir Iniel Inion Irian Islen Ivorn Janarrow Janièle Jeanluin Jeannas Jennil Johamindui Johansgal Jonathon Jürgette Kathron Kevinced Killore Kirion Kychter Labadanell Labarathan Ladilas Ladred Laegos Laeth Lamire Langud Lanhíril Laressiril Laroshen Laugline Laume Layadar Lebrían Legund Levorn Lindalette Lindrey Lisen Lithanet Lithiodir Lithrad Loriam Lorian Lorrion Lothlad Lovens Lunette Luralduin Lydieter Lydin Lóminiel Lúthane Lútharong Lütol Maidh Maidhol Malad Malduinel Manor Mantry Marthas Mastella Maximillia Meinis Melthir Mened Methrad Mights Milip Mistien Mitheruin Mithlum Mithrine Mithurina Mohanel Morgon Morguetter Morlin Mornost Morthor Morwig Moval Myrilthin Mélin Naithar Nameleg Nandir Nandrach Nasarnur Neska Ngely Noedil Noedilass Noedith Nogotte Noémillad Nínen Núnedain Océanedial Ophiny Oppren Orchel Orianduir Orianne Oring Ornhermar Orochrimb Orondon Orthath Osydiant Osydine Outhriss Palexands Parthain Pation Patridges Peleb Pelydh Pelyn Perith Peron Petel Phinoright Pointel Rallont Ranck Rançois Rather Refix Reinz Reunitine Rhovar Robers Rushipwrim Rúnos Sabad Saked Sandrim Sedra Sedrovass Segaldor Selhark Selle Sengruin Senlucie Senmouths Seranderl Sergildon Severs Shang Shermain Siamart Siliarog Sophille Sothin Spine Sprin Storhian Strain Streenluin Strond Stéphance Swordof Sylvage Sylving Sébas Sévelon Taeglir Talinrion Tamak Tamariel Tamathilip Taodi Tarfalas Targil Tarmarin Tauring Tefar Tellent Thane Tharpharl Thedy Thelmut Thion Thonika Thords Thring Tille Tirriel Tomargann Toriantry Towerelia Tread Tream Treeds Trich Udauren Ulfange Ulrika Ulwares Unmarcus Valie Valérichel Velika Vernil Wellas Willey Willy Winess Wosephe Xavin Youngoroch Yr-kith Zamdir Zubara Íretty

[maximillia]

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[niximilart]

The Tale of Ush and Loto

A piece that took me some time, but was still very entertaining to color. It's an illustration based on a fanfiction of mine, that I still haven't revealed to the public - and probably never will. It still holds a certain importance to me. In the story, Ush has forgotten his memories and travels along with Lotus to find them again. I will probably draw something about it, or maybe even do a comic page? idk aha

[yourheartonfire]

It's almost Halloween, so here's some (checks notes) f/f princess romance? I dunno. Enjoy!

There was no time to arrange a tete a tete; no correspondence that would go unread, no servant that could be trusted with the message. 

Still, Rose found her footsteps turning towards the Ivy Bower at 9pm sharp, unfashionably early for trysting on a summer's eve ball.

And there, waiting for her on a stone loveseat under the arches, was Arch Principessa Maximillia. Glowering.

Rose swallowed and curtseyed, just a bit deeper and longer than was entirely appropriate for one royal to a higher ranking royal of another country. 

"Princess Rosalie,"  the Principessa drawled, voice frosty against the warm breeze, her fingers shredding a poor leaf into precise strips. "I am given to understand our engagement has been broken."

Rose resisted the urge to curtsey again in apology. In an effort to hide her face. "Indeed, Arch Principessa. His Royal Majesty my brother deeply regrets that negotiations did not go as we had all hoped..."

"Your brother regrets?" repeated the other princess slowly. "Is that all you came here to say to me?"

Rose opened her mouth... and nothing came out. There was no etiquette for this moment, no carefully rehearsed script. Last night Rose had screamed at her brother, had thrown things. "You can't do this!" she'd howled, heedless of who could hear. "You can't order me to fall in love and then change your mind!"

The king had not called for servants or guards, but let her rage until she wore herself out, weeping in the wreckage of his sitting room. It wasn't much kindness, but it was something from him. "I never told you to fall in love with her," was all he said before he left to go send the appropriate messages to the right people.

Now, in a starlit garden designed for romance, Rose had no words left.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"You are the worst person I've ever met in my life," the Arch Principessa hissed. "And I've met some real winners."

"Max, please," Rose said helplessly. She was supposed to settle this situation. That was her job, to soothe, to placate, to smooth her brother's political paths.

"Don't 'Max' me!" her would-be fiancee snarled, standing to shake bits of shredded leaf and flower petals from her golden skirts. "You made me think you actually loved me-"

"I do!" Rose cried before she could stop herself.

"-and then it turns out you're nothing but..." Max pulled up short mid-tirade, visibly derailed as her brain caught up with her ears. "You what?"

Rose clasped her arms around herself. This was not the right way to make a graceful and firm exit from a political alliance. "I love you," she said to the paving stone between them. "The last two months of our courtship have been the best moments of my life. This is breaking my heart."

Max flung out her arms, heedless of the gold and silver bracelets tangling on her wrists. "Then why are you doing this?"

Rose blinked. "Why am I... ?  Are you an idiot?"

The Arch Principessa actually snapped her mouth shut in shock. Rose was too angry to care. "You think I have any say in this?" she cried. "I'm an extra royal, nothing but another expensive body to dress and feed until I go marry whomever they deign most politically valuable. I thought I was so lucky when I liked you. When I..." Rose made a helpless gesture.

"Loved me?" Max finished for her. Rose shrugged and Max buried her face in her hands. "And how was I supposed to know that, Rosie? You are the most infuriating woman I've ever met. Oh yes," she said at Rose's startled look. She stalked closer, eyes gleaming in the starlight. "The flawless Rosalie, who speaks in nothing but the most banal of court pleasantries. It's like talking to a book on manners and elocution."  

"Oh," Rose gulped, heart breaking all over again. How arrogant and foolish, to assume Max - to assume the Arch Principessa felt the same. "I'm sorry, I-"

A hand curled under Rose's chin, turning her flushed face upwards to the light and the Arch Principessa's hawklike gaze.

"But every now and then you let me see a flash of something more, something real," Maximillia said softly. She swallowed. "I was so afraid this morning, when I received the notice, that it had all been some masterful performance I'd been stupid enough to fall for."

Rose seized Maximillia's hand, pressed it to her flushed face.

"Not a lie, I swear," she said with a hiccupy laugh. "You fell for me?"

Max's eyes burned. "Heart and soul."

And then their lips met and Rose was soaring.

"Run away with me, princess," Max murmured some time later when they came up for breath.

Rose nestled closer into her beloved's arms. "Anywhere," she whispered back. "Let's go."

[yourplayersaidwhat]

Losing part of yourself sucks, sometimes life still leaves you a chance to start growing again.

For context. Our Wizard, Maximillia [Wizards adopt psudonums] (Max) got very nearly killed and lost most of her memories from just after the campaign started. Thankfully being the prepared genius that she is she had in her backstory, come up with a system of codes to help her relearn her own work if case of partial or even near total memory loss and had proceeded to write her whole spellbook in it, and we'd saved her spellbook. That didn't mean there weren't problems. Max: "How did I get so big?" Kelso: "You're pregnant." Max: "What!?" --- surprise visit from, Sil, the demon slaying warrior we freed from mental domination --- Sil: "Maximillia!" *Comes out of nowhere and hugs Max friend and savior she is* Max: *looks to the rest of the party with a look of "should I fry this woman?"* Kelso: *frantically indicates "No."* Sil: *eyes closed still hugging* "I've missed you." Max: *returning the hug* "Uhhh yeah... cousin...? I missed you too."

--- Max has been leading the groups planning a hiest now that we're back in town---

Beatty (finishing a summary of his parts of the plan, the last part memeber to do so): "Then, assuming condition three, we I drop the diversion off at deaddrop 2 or 4 and if it's still there in 5 hours we fence it for some extra gold." Max: "Very good. Who are you anyway?" --- Once our lastest job is done any we are in the clear --- Max *resigned, like she's attending her own execution*: "I've been avoiding it. Avoiding this. But I think it's time I faced facts. Who's the father? I know it isn't any of you, you've been more concerned about me than the baby." Kelso: "You're are surrogating for an angel." Max *Snapping from doom to fragile hope in an instant*: "really?" Kelso: "Uh-huh." Max *her voice weak with wonder as she caresses her belly*: "wow." "A nacent entity of radient goodness and unknowable form, and I'm growing it inside me. A future part of that which embodies the struggles toward to goal of giving us all a chance to be better." Beatty: "That's a change. You used to just call it 'a favor to a good friends.' " Kelso: "it's going to be an angel of valor, so they picked someone brave and sharp enough to survive the consequences of being brave to influence it as it developed." Max *sniffing back tears of joy*: "I guess I'm a little less jaded now."

[crashed-on-mars]

4 5 8

4- what do you think you could cook or bake the best?

I make STELLAR cake (haha ass) literally give me some egg oil water box mix and 4 hours and that bitch will be SCRUMPTIOUS

5- if you could change your first name, what would it be?

here we go, folks: django, Marisol, Maximillia (max for short YES thats my oc her name FUCKS), raven, wrench (It sounds cool), uh thats all for now

8- have you considered running for president?

ive considered it but also i would never ever do it because there's a running list of characters I want to bang in my notes app that I've sent to multiple people. I've publicly said I would let abed nadir step on me. there's a video of me screaming the lyrics to Abba songs in my basement somewhere out there. I've publicly said i want to destroy the entire country by putting large speakers in the center of the USA and blasting MCR.

[the-catsford-monarchy]

HRH Crown Princess Allonwyn premiered a new-to-us tiara at tonight’s reception gala. This impressive kikoshnik bandeau and matching pendent was originally designed for HRH grandmother, Queen Antonia-Maximillia for her tour of the Asian continent and Indian Sub-Continent ages ago. Tonight’s reception of the Mandarin delegation was hosted in the palace’s Asian themed reception room. A perfect setting for this elegant demi-parure. . . . . . #KittiesOfCatsfordia #CrownPrincessAllonwyn #cat #cats #Like4like #CatsOfInstagram #catsagram #catstagram #instagood #kitty #kittens #animal #animals #petstagram #petsagram #photooftheday #ilovemycat #nature #catoftheday #lovecats #furry #lovekittens #adorable #catlover #instacat #follow https://www.instagram.com/p/B9A9QkKp1f1/?igshid=bckf3io1w6d4

[pinksweatergettingbetter]

⇋  tumblr roleplaying history!

The rules are simple! Post the characters you currently roleplay as, want to roleplay, and have roleplayed in the past. Then tag people to do the same! Please repost and don’t reblog!

Currently Playing:

Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)

Mona Mopes (Shovel Knight)

Want to Play:

Maybe something Splatoon or Hollow Knight related?

Or another SK character perhaps (god where is everyone why is the RP fandom so dead)

Have Played:

The (female) BLU Team (Team Fortress 2)

Assorted TF2 OCs (Team Fortress 2)

Mariella (The Stanley Parable)

OC Narrators (The Stanley Parable) 

Maximillias Darzi (Transistor)

AU Royce Bracket (Transistor)

Assorted Transistor OCs (Transistor)

Zulf’s Fiancée and Zia’s Father (Bastion)

AU Zulf (Bastion)

Ron and Desirée DeLite (Ace Attorney)

AU Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

(extremely briefly) Maya Fey (Ace Attorney)

Various AA OCs (Ace Attorney)

Joke AA OC (Ace Attorney)

Both Sissels (Ghost Trick)

Lynne and Missile (Ghost Trick)

Tagged by: @undxrgrcund

Tagging: @bodejustice @themediummuses @itsgottabethebutz @mikesmuses @silver-strings-of-fate and anybody else who feels like doin it :)

[musicalmukebox]

Let’s Get (Back) Together | l.h. (3)

Ctto of the gif!

AU: Parent Trap Dad!Luke

Summary: A strong love which led to a strong marriage and twin daughters. Yet in the end, it didn’t turn out so well. You strongly refuse to encounter him ever again. But what happens when both of you coincidentally send your twin daughters to the same summer camp in Florida after 10 years?

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: SLIGHT sexual content and swearing

A/N: This is where the real story takes off. Also here and onwards, the italicized story in the beginning is a flashback. Enjoy, my loves! 

- Brielle

I don’t own Parent Trap and its ideas. It’s only used as inspiration.

1 / 2A / 2B / 2C / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6��/ 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15

Feedback/Questions/Others? Here.

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2019, Los Angeles

“Shut the fuck up, Luke!” You exclaimed, throwing your pillows at the annoying, child-like manchild that is Luke, who kept distracting you from reviewing for your French final exam by singing a mix of his and All Time Low songs really badly.

Ever since the Valentine music video shooting more than a year ago, you two kept in touch. You both would find your middle ground time (since he’s always abroad) so you can message or call to talk, and hanging out when he’s in L.A., which is pretty common now. In fact recently, you joined him on the North American part of the band’s tour last summer when you were on break. That really bonded you both, which made the other 3 guys suspicious.

“Aren’t you guys cute?”

“Stop making me single when you guys are around.”

“Jesus, someone get me a girlfriend.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t fucked yet.”

“Hey cupid, you forgot me!”

“Something tells me that this friendship isn’t just a friendship.”

Those were some of the things they would say. Yeah, you’ve both been annoying to each other out of stupidity, open when you rant to each other about any bad things that occurred, and touchy too yet nothing like that makeout scene in Valentine. Well, yet.

“Oh, come one, (Y/N)! You still have tomorrow. I mean your exam is at 3 pm!” He defends himself.

“I know, but I have to really need to memorize these words and their conjugations if there’s an essay portion, you know?!”

“But I’m here!”

“You could’ve been with the boys drinking!”

“But I’ll be seeing them for a good 6 months on tour!” He argued back.

“You know very well that I was going to be studying tonight!”

“At least I get to spend time with you though.” He gave a wink, which isn’t surprising because he knew that it annoyed you, sometimes.

“I figured though that you would be gone after we ate Panda Express a while ago.” You assumed, only to be wrong.

“Nah, I need some chill time right now, and you are the chilliest person ever.” He shares his opinion, resting his body on your couch and shifting a bit to be more comfortable. Sometimes, you could be dense, wondering whether if he was flirting with you or just giving you friendly comments. For Luke though, his feelings for you remained platonic, but recently, he’s been feeling something more with you, especially during tour. He couldn’t be too sure just yet whether it’s just a phase or it’s really legit.

“Sadly, you’ll be getting some quiet time too.” You bluntly say, looking back at your notes.

“I’m not leaving until you’re done so get used to me.”

“Luke, I’ve already accidentally saw you butt naked on tour. I think I’ll be fine.” You finished the conversation, resuming to scan through your notes. You also put on your reading glasses to further comprehend the words that you have written on those index cards.

“Devenir, Revenir, Monter, Rester ..” You read in your mind.

Luke stood by his statement, bound to bring out his phone to seek immediate gratification. However, he didn’t feel it in his back pocket and to make things worse, he didn’t bring any bag that would hold it. Standing up, he looked around frantically in the room, which was quite distracting as you were memorizing. You thought that this was a trick, but you weren’t going to give in. “Okay, where the fuck is my phone?”

“I don’t know, in your pocket?” You bantered, sticking your tongue out.

“Ha, very funny (Y/N), but really now.” He walks over to your deskside area, making you scoot over.

“Luke, what are you doing now?” You asked the nervous boy, pacing back and front in your dorm. “Did you hide my fucking phone?”

“No, I’ve been talking to you the whole time without moving my butt on this chair!” You pushed him out of your minimum space.

“Fuck, I can’t find my phone!” He yells, looking through your couch and bed.

“It’s just in my room for sure, unless you placed it somewhere else right?” You tried to calm his nerves, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Wait, we did just come from the garbage bins outside right to throw away the pizza box right?” He remembered as he scratched the back of his head out of stress.

“You didn’t.” You narrowed your eyes, realizing what he’s up to. Without a second more, he took hold of your doorknob, twisting it to the right to open and making a run for it before things get worse.

“Goddamnit, Luke.” You say, smacking your palm to your face in stress, before running after the lanky boy. Your mind was already drained, and your legs were sore from your workout session hours ago. Breathless, you made it outside your dormitory building. Walking in the dark with very dim lighting emitting from the post lights, you caught sight of a tall guy rummaging through one garbage bin at a time in search of his phone. As you got to his side, offering him help to find, he beat you to it.

“I found it!” Luke yanks out his phone from the garbage bin, grinning from ear to ear like a child. He looked cute triumphant.

“You’re stupid, you know that?” You teased, punching him in the arm and heart rate still racing. Well, for two reasons.

“Yeah, it is a fact. Tell me something I don’t know.” He challenges, his gaze on you intensifies as he puts his phone securely on one of his front pockets of his black jeans.

“Do you really want me to answer that, Hemmings?” You straightened your back, giving him a strong, badass vibe as you also crossed your arms.

“I dare you.” He insisted, taking one step further towards you. As you were to open your mouth again, his phone rung abruptly, the song “Bail Me Out” by All Time Low ft. Joel Madden playing. Bringing out his phone swiftly, he checked to see that it was from Ashton. Upon answering it, his competitive mood switched to a more stressed mood.

“Hey Ash, what’s up? … No, why? …. Fuck why, you’re so stupid. … I’m with (Y/N), hanging out in her dorm. … Is it urgent? … Fine, I’m on my way…. No, nothing happened, bye see you in 10.” He hung up.

“What happened over there?” You asked nicely, trying not to tick him off like he already is.

“Ash lost his key to the house, and needs to get in now, but I’m still with you.” He pouts like a child.

“Dude, go back there and help him! I bet he hasn’t packed yet.” You hypothesized, getting a strong laugh from him.

“True. But when I leave, I’m seeing you in like half a year.”

“There’s always Facetime and iMessage, Luke. It’s not like we’re not seeing each other ever again.” You emphasized, playing his fingers so his nerves won’t get the best of him. He is a reserved guy after all, wherein he keeps so much to himself yet you see through his eyes and actions that he just needs to calm down.

“I don’t know, love. I just got used to you so much.”

“I’ll still be here when you’re done, and when you are, we’re going out to drink and get high like always except today. Besides, I’ll drop by some tour destinations when I got the time, just as long it’s in the U.S.” You reassured, patting his shoulder for his comfort.

“Now, that’s something to look forward.” He pondered, his arms reaching out for you for a hug. Returning such, you felt him lift you a bit and when he brought you down, he kissed your forehead.

“You’re honestly a best friend to me just like the boys, (Y/N).”

“Your best friend? I’ve only known you for more than year, Luke. You’ve known the boys since you were 15-16.”

“In our case, sometimes time doesn’t matter if you really vibe well with someone’s character, (Y/N).”

---

2034, Los Angeles

Waking up with a hangover is the worst thing for you as a working actress and mom. But in your defense, you haven’t had alcohol in a while. Rubbing your eyes to make yourself more awake, proceeded in standing up and walking to the stairs. First thing you already see as you got to the ground floor is Mark toasting some bread.

“Morning, Mark.” You greeted, stretching your tense arms. Mark didn’t bother to ask what happened because by the pitch of your morning voice, it could be two things: over fatigue or hungover. Could be both. “It’s more like good afternoon, Miss (Y/N).” He corrects, making you look the clock.

12:37.

“Looks like I really slept in last night. But hey, at least I only have one interview, which is at 4 pm!”

“Let me guess, wine was the culprit?” Mark wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “Whatever, Mark. Anyways, I know it’s late but can I have some pancakes and bacon? Maybe some coffee too.”

“Of course, miss.” He follows, grabbing the ingredients of flour, milk and others from the refrigerator and other cabinets. As you expressed your thanks, you take a seat and brought out your phone to check on any texts from Gina.

Gina: Hello, Miss (Y/N)! Today, aside from your interview with Vogue, you’ll be having dinner with your other co-stars in Take Me or Leave Me, like Timmy Chalamet, Miles Teller and Cami Mendes at 7 at the Maximillia. See you later!

You: Alright, got it. Thanks, love!

Putting your phone down, Mark serves your desired food to your table mat. You view of the pleasing meal and inhale at the sweet and salty aroma, excited to dive in. Taking that first bite of the pancake side by side with the bacon is alleviating your hangover so quickly, really treasuring every bite.

“Thank you God for this meal.” You praised, not realizing that *Stella* just breezed through the dining room, sitting right in front of you. Mark served her spaghetti and meatballs, with orange juice on the side. Unlike you, she looked fresh and awake, dressed in better clothing while you still wore your outfit from last night since you passed out on your bed as soon as Timmy left.

“Hi, mom. I see you’re finally awake.” She commends, sipping on orange juice while looking at her phone, in which you spanked her hand away. “Hey, what gives?” She hissed in pain, putting it down.

“No phones while at the table.” You reminded, getting an exasperated sigh from her. Why would she not follow that rule? It’s been established ever since she got the phone last year. “But you used it before I came in here!”

“But it was only me in the table. Unless someone is with you in table, no phones.” You reinstated, hoping she doesn’t argue any further. “Using your phone is still using your phone, mom!” She budged, ticking you off more. This and dealing with a hangover? It won’t end well.

“Don’t raise your voice on me, or I’m confiscating it, Stella.” You argued back, your fatigue getting the best of you. But come on, she wouldn’t stop. Her temper was so identical, almost like his.

“Whatever, mom. Phone is out of my grasp.” She placed her phone on the other side of the table, continuing her consumption of her meal. As you took a sip of your coffee, feeling less and less hungover by the second, you noticed something different with Rebecca as you observed her facial features. “Are you wearing eyeshadow, bub?”

“Why? You’ll ask me to remove that too?” She rudely responded, rolling her eyes in annoyance. You weren’t having this disrespect from her, not today or ever. So you stood up and walked to her side, grabbing her phone away from her vicinity.

“Mom, what the heck?!” She grumbled, dropping her utensils loudly on the table before she also stood up trying to reclaim her phone. Her blue eyes darkened with anger and annoyance. But you raised your hand higher so she wouldn’t bother to try getting it. You pointed right at her, your eyes narrowed.

“You don’t disrespect me like that, okay? Because of that, I’m confiscating your phone for the day.” You concluded the argument, heading back to your chair on the other side and putting her phone on your pocket. “Ugh, you are evil!” She raged, stomping her feet on the way to her room, banging the door too.

“What is up with her lately?” You pondered, loudly. Were you being too strict? Did you let your stress out on her? “Miss (Y/N), all she did was forgetting a rule and you handled it too seriously, but she grew too aggressive as well. Don’t wanna intervene here, but she feels bad I know it.” He is right though, wherein your take was harsh but to recall, she retaliated fire with fire.

“Ugh, I just want to go back to sleep.” You sighed, going back to your room to get ready for the day and placing Rebecca's phone under your bed so she would never find it. Scrolling through your closet, your back slouching because of the fatigue, you settled on a black romper with black open sandals. Not even bothering to put on makeup since there are makeup artists at the interview anyways, Timmy texted you that he was at the venue already, anticipating your arrival to give you some “stress relief” since these interviews and everything else are getting too overwhelming.

“Your car again?” You replied, giddy at the frisky opportunity. It flatters you highly at how by the thought of you, he is so aroused.

“Yes. Now hurry, I can’t hide this boner any longer.” Laughing, you raced downstairs to your car, putting on the first pair of shows at your sight, which were ballet flats. Getting to your car, you quickly revved on the engine and drove off so you wouldn’t be late. What a way to wake up.

-

“Ugh.” Rebecca groaned as she banged her door, locking it as well. She mindlessly jumped on her bed, lying down and pressing her face to a pillow to soften her shouting. As much as you pissed her off just minutes ago, this was something she has never felt with Luke. Yeah, they had their fallouts but to have it with you, her mother, felt different. Luke has never reached that level of arguing with her because it wouldn’t end well, so they would equally wait until they were calm to solve the problem. But with you, it was fire vs. fire. And discreetly, she felt glad that she had this kind of dilemma for the first time. It was like a weird way to bond with you.

“Stella.” Rebecca’s daze was interrupted at the voice of Mark, knocking at her door. Still filled with annoyance, she reluctantly got up from her cozy position and turned the knob on her door, revealing Mark holding some clothes.

“Hey Mark, what’s up?” She casually says, crossing her arms in front of her butler as she wasn’t finished releasing all that stress in her.

“Firstly, young lady, doe these jeans belong to you?” He unfolded one of the jeans, the black one which is ripped on one side by the knee. “And this shirt as well?” “He unfolded the black shirt to reveal the words “5 Seconds of Summer” with a picture of lips above it. Shit, she could get caught by now.

“Actually, yes. I traded some clothes of mine with the same girl from New York in camp. Thank you for giving them to me.” She got hold of the clothes, turning her back on him as she walked towards her bed to refold them again. Assuming Mark was going to leave her as is, he didn’t. He leaned by the door frame, one brow raised. “That New Yorker friend of yours, she’s into music of old bands?” He asks with a hint of interest.

“Yeah, she got that interest for 5 Seconds of Summer from her mom she said. That shirt is practically vintage, but I traded my denim skirt for it because it looked cool.”

“That’s pretty cool, huh? I mean wow, being familiar with 5 Seconds of Summer to kids like you decades later? They really did it.” Mark commends them. This made Rebecca’s heart flutter to hear positive words about Luke because she knows that he wholeheartedly deserves it, especially after everything he has been though.

“Also speaking of that New Yorker friend of yours, how long were you guys talking last night?” He continued on, growing suspicious. Does he know something you don’t?

“I don’t know, around an hour?” Rebecca said on the spot, praying to the heavens he would stop. She already had you to deal with drama that day, not Mark too. “Hmm, so at 10 pm here, why would she be awake at 1 am?” He pestered.

“Well, she texted me first that she couldn’t sleep so we just talked. Nothing wrong with that, right?” She came up, feeling a drip of sweat from her forehead out of nerves.

“Hmm, the talking to friends isn’t, but going at it that late? You’re only 11! Take care of yourself now, okay?” Mark prompted, releasing some fatherly vibes at Rebecca out of concern. Although Luke will never replace him, it felt refreshing to have a piece of home at the moment.

“Okay, Mark. Sorry about that.” She apologizes, putting down her pride and turns around to face him so he could see how sorry she really was.

“Nah, it’s okay. But you should be saying sorry to someone else though.” He straightened his posture after leaning too long. “Mom? Ha! She overacted over a simple rule I forgot. I am human, I forget things!” She reckoned, her pride slowing growing on to her again. It’s without a doubt bad trait she inherited from Luke.

“I know, but cut her some slack at least? She’s tired from doing interviews and press stuff, not to mention having an Australian premiere next week? Just spare her.” He rationalizes again. Rebecca was reluctant, but he did have a point. A strong one.

“W-wait, an Australian premiere?” She stammers at the new information, hoping it doesn’t ruin the plan. “Yeah, next week? You’re going with her, and you have a dress that’s being delivered?” He answered, giving you a questionable look, exemplifying “Did you forget?”

“Oh yeah that! I forgot for a moment, but now if you don’t mind, I will be fixing this and my room, might take a nap too.”

“Alright, Stella. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” He stated, slowly walking away only for his name to be called out again to stop him. “Thanks, Mark. For everything.” Rebecca sends him a hopeful smile, feeling calmer than earlier.

“No problem, bub. Always here to help you out.”

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2034, Sydney

The heat down under was unreal, and the best way to unwind was swimming. Stella couldn’t wait to jump in and feel refreshed. Well, again if lunch 2 hours ago wasn’t enough. As much as she loved swimming back home, Sydney would feel a lot better because there were times the cold breeze there would leave her in shivers that would make her sniff a whole lot.

Meanwhile, there was a nervous couple waiting for the 11 year old’s arrival in order to lay down the news once and for all.

“Luke, babe, are we really telling Rebecca about us today?” Sierra dreaded, lying down on poolside bed and drinking a beer Luke gave her earlier. She knew Rebecca since she was born, yet she had problems that reached to the media, which made her nervous as to what Rebecca thinks about her. Especially since she will be her new mother. Likewise to Luke, he wanted his little girl about the news as soon as possible so it is over and done with.

“Today, Sierra. She’s just dressing up into her swimsuit before meeting up here.” Luke reassured Sierra as he was sat on the edge of the bed. Well tried. “Shit, I want her to like me. Well, she does as an aunt but still.” She worries, drinking more of the beer than usual because she always drinks it slowly. Her fingers tremble while at it, spilling some of them on her blue dress.

“Yikes, Sierra. Let me take that.” Luke grabs the beer from her, putting on the table beside her. He put one hand on her thigh and the other on her cheek, brushing away some of Sierra’s hair behind her ear to see her face clearly, filling him up with so much admiration.

“Even when you’re nervous, you still look gorgeous.” He complimented, making Sierra blush and bite her bottom lip. “God, you’re distracting me from my thoughts.”

“You like it, though.” His hand was still at by her cheek, bringing her closer to his lips. “More like I need it.” She chuckled, being the one to go closer this time, eventually closing the gap between them. Their lips crashed, moving in sync to the album of Daniel Caesar playing through the speakers of the pool area. Luke’s hands lowered down to her waist, while Sierra’s arms tangled to his neck and legs remain at his lap. This was nothing compared to the heat they were facing. Sierra shifted her legs to his waist, hands rubbing under his red floral shirt, feeling his fit abdomen. Luke bit her lower lip as they kissed, knowing damn well how much she liked it.

“Fuck.” She moaned, feeling Luke’s pointer finger dangerously near her core as he trailed it along her inner thigh. She wanted it badly, but to her dismay, he let go first.

“You tease!” She protested, pouting at the chuckling man in front of her.

“You know I wouldn’t hesitate to fuck right here, right now, but my daughter could be here at any second and I don’t want her to be scarred at this.” He directly says, urging Sierra to unlock herself from him. “You owe me, big time.”

“We have the whole afternoon, when Felicia goes to the grocery and Rebecca swims.” He kissed her temple, then at his peripheral view, he sees a blonde girl wearing a blue one-piece and black round sunglasses, running to the stairs. “Finally, here’s the little poppet!”

Undoubtedly, Stella was excited to swim but she grew confused to see another person at the area. She wasn’t there a while ago. “Rebecca, you remember aunt Sierra, right?” Luke reintroduces, Sierra looking up from her black hat to face the little girl.

“Rebecca! You grew a few inches taller after camp, huh?” She began, shifting from lying down to setting on the edge of the bed. “Uh, yeah. Doing a lot of sports does stretch limbs, I believe.” She adlibbed, internally cringing at that random fact she gave.

“Ooh I see! That’s really interesting.” Sierra comments, turning to Luke and giving him a “you should tell her” look, just like Rebecca with Timmy and you previously. Luke got the hint, kneeling to Stella’s level.

“What’s up, dad? What’s with looks you’ve given each other?” Stella asks curiously, her interest skyrocketing. “Well, poppet. We have something to tell you, which is very important.”

“What is it then, dad? You’re scaring me.” Am I caught already she thought. Luke looks at Sierra again, with a smile of reassurance with some nerves. 

“Rebecca, your aunt Sierra and I are getting married.”

Stella was dumbfounded. Uncle Timmy and you dating was news that she still couldn’t comprehend, but now dad and Aunt Sierra getting married? Like in a church, saying “I do” and all was much more challenging to handle. It’s an actual commitment that can’t be messed with. Well, you and uncle Timmy is a commitment too, but who knows things may change? Yet, she put a fake smile for her dad and sucked it up.

“Wow, that’s amazing! I love you both, you guys have made each other happy all these years.” She lied, knowing well that only you can make him very happy. Luke and Sierra were astonished as they received a better response than what they expected. Out of that emotion, Luke gave Stella a warm hug.

“Thank you, poppet! We should celebrate this with some drinks.” He rejoiced.

“Uhm dad remember, I’m only eleven.” Stella realistically confronted. “Hmm, I’ll just get you a soda perhaps.” As he runs back to the house to get drinks, Stella is left with Sierra, feeling forced to talk to her. Her blue eyes eyeing on her short blue dress, exposing her legs. She went here for another reason maybe. Nonetheless, she kept her cool luckily.

“So Aunt Sierra,” She instigated, removing her shades and putting them on the table. “My dad, huh?” “Yeah, he’s a great guy. I mean, I’ve known him for like 20 years?”

“Oh wow, that’s long. Anyways, how old are you if you don’t mind me asking?” Stella fired another question, wanting to know more of this woman who may be her future step-mother.

Switch that “may be” to a “would never be” if she and Rebecca change that.

Stella took a few steps to the edge of the pool, sitting there momentarily as she awaits Sierra’s response. She laughs at first at the question, but not hesitant to hold back. “I’m 42, love. And let me say this, you are just as great as him. He talks highly about you a lot.” She compliments, making Stella’s heart flutter despite the compliment being meant for Rebecca.

“Oh he does? Well, we only have each other in this life.” Stella stood up then jumped right in, splashing some water on Sierra. She flinched and shrieked in disgust, trying to wipe off any excess droplets.

“Oh shiz, did I get any water on you, Aunt Sierra?” Stella put her hand on her mouth, half genuinely apologetic and half impressed at her intended act of mischievousness. Let’s see what how she’ll react, will she be fake or real?

“Well, just a little bit, love. But that’s alright.” Sierra gave her a fake smile as she grabbed a tissue to wipe a second time. Stella had a gut feeling she was right about her intended action; she was being fake about it.

“So, aunt Sierra, what did my dad have to say about me?” She wondered, grabbing a donut floatie and lifted her body to lie down there. Sierra settled once again on the poolside bed, avoiding the wet spots to touch her dress.

“He said that you’re just as into rock as him, playing the guitar and piano, and also football.” She says slickly, hoping to win her favor. So far, Stella was still questioning such. “Aww, thanks you’re such a great girl, but,”

“But?” Sierra widened her eyes, eager to know what the eleven year old is prompting. Was she still lacking something?

“Do you really wanna know what’s up?” Stella playfully trails, liking how one word can really make someone interested. She was ready to fill her with lies. Naughty.

“Tell me what’s up then, Becks.” Stella cringes at her calling Becks at first, but continued on.

“Well, you’re not the first girl he’s liked in this way in a long time and not the first time a girl of his talks to me like this.” She affirms, floating along with the water.

“Oh r-really?” Sierra stammered, astonished again. As much as she and Luke have been friends been for so long, has he missed any details about him or this girl is just trying to get rid of her?

“Truly. He’s done this before; he invites the girl on a few dates, then to his house, and in a few months, breaks up because he’s never happy. That’s one flaw about him sadly. But you should’ve known that since you’ve been friends for long. Hey though, you made it this far, to the level of marriage, which is impressive! Maybe another glass of wine or beer and consider yourself really lucky.” Stella shrugged, noticing how convinced Sierra was at her white lies. To top off the cherry on the sundae, Luke returned to the scene, holding a few bottles on both his hands.

“Here babe, another bottle of beer, and Rebecca, I got a bottle of rootbeer for you. So that we’d be the same, having the word beer in it.” He bantered, handing it to her whilst still in the donut floatie.

“Oh my god, dad.” Stella cringed at the dad joke. After all, he is one and takes any opportunity to annoy her with that kind of jokes. She then looked at Sierra, raising her bottle to her.

“Cheers, aunt Sierra, or may I say, step-mom. Welcome to the family.” She smirked at her, receiving another fake smile from her. “See, I told her she’ll like you.” Luke beamed at the bonding, clinking her beer at her.

“Yeah, I’m sure she is.” Sierra kept in that smile, annoyed at the little girl who will be her step-daughter.

“I need to get rid of this brat.”

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