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peachtree-dish · 3 years

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A Te Che Sei Il Mío Grande Amore

Chapter 3: Senza che tu mi dica niente tutto si fa chiaro

Luglio 01, 1969

Luca’s birthday rolled around faster than anyone expected, the day arriving with clear skies and high temperatures. Luca awoke to his mother’s voice echoing through their home as she prepared breakfast. Stretching, the fifteen-year-old shook his nonna as gently as he could to wake her. She grumbled at his attempts and swatted at his claws.

“Nonna,” he sighed, shrugging with a smile and swimming into the kitchen to greet his parents. During his time in Porto Rosso, Luca enjoyed every moment he could swimming and spending as much time in the water since he couldn’t do as much in Genoa. He, along with Giulia and Signora Mia, had snuck to the shoreline in the early hours of the morning every few weeks or so just so Luca could refresh his scales and get the nutrients he needed. It was especially necessary when the temperature had become too cold and made him lethargic and ill. Luca shook his head softly, sending bubbles rippling above him in search of the surface. Signora Mia had been just as kind as Massimo, and just as headstrong in a lot of ways. He made a silent promise to call her with Giulia to make sure she was doing well, even if he were sure nothing could fell the infamous Mia Berni.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Daniella kissed Luca’s cheek and handed him a plate full of seaweed and fish flank on his way to the table. Returning the sentiment, the youth sat beside his father and informed his parents that grandma had decided to sleep in a little longer.

“Ugh, she does this every time. MA!” Daniella shouted in frustration, only to be startled by her own mother swimming around the corner.

“You’re being dramatic, dear. I only do it when I think it will annoy you.” The elderly sea monster smiled toothily at her disgruntled daughter who muttered, “Which is every day,” and finished setting the table.

“So, how does it feel to be another year older, son?” Lorenzo floated a piece of fish to his mouth and chewed animatedly, his gaze never leaving Luca’s. Luca shrugged in response and picked at the seafood drifting across the coral table.

“Not any different than last year, honestly. I still feel like I’m fourteen, so nothing special.” He slurped the seaweed into his mouth, much to his mother’s chagrin, and instantly missed the taste of pasta.

“Fifteen is a pretty big deal, though, you’re becoming a young man and that means changes and more responsibility.”

“I hardly think now is the time to discuss any of that at the table.” Luca’s grandmother scoffed before he could reply.

“What, it’s just the basics; Longer tail and fins, not to mention attracting the pretty lady gills, eh?” Lorenzo nudged Luca in the side who nearly choked on his food and spluttered white bubbles over the table, his scales flushing darkly.

“Lorenzo!” Danielle cried, her claws slapping the table in mortification.

“What? We were around his age when we met. If I remember correctly, you thought I was quite the catch.” He batted his eyes at her, pursing his lips teasingly.

“I was young and silly; I didn’t know any better.” Try as she might, Daniella couldn’t stop the smile that threatened to break her scowl. She busied herself by shredding the fish flank and wrapping it in seaweed. Undeterred, Lorenzo lifted from his chair and leaned in closer, trying to further fluster his wife.

“Yeah, maybe, but you still accepted my courting pearl after the Spring Swim Festival.” Lorenzo pulled a reluctant Daniella out of her chair and began to lead her around the room in spins and pivots, grinning madly as she shrieked with laughter. Luca watched with a mixture of amusement and confusion, his discomfort fading as he pushed the idea of ‘lady gills’ far from his mind. When he peered at his grandma, she appeared nonplussed and continued munching on her food although a genuine smile lifted her aging scales.

“You were skinnier and more handsome then, of course, she fell for you.” Lorenzo pouted at his mother-in-law and led both he and Daniella back to the table.

“I simply grew into my man body,” He emphasized his point by sticking his gut out even farther and patted it proudly. The table burst into laughter and Luca quickly finished eating after, his stomach nearly as full as his heart.

After he finished, he turned to his mother and asked, “Is it ok if I go visit Alberto and Giulia for the afternoon?”

Daniella conceded with a content nod, “Just don’t forget about our dinner tonight at Massimo’s, we don’t want you kids to be late.” Luca agreed cheerfully and kissed each family member on the cheek before swimming out the entrance.

“Hey!” Luca turned mid swim to see Daniella at the entrance. “I love you.”

“I love you too, ma!” Grinning, Luca took off, the water gliding past him as he made his way to the surface and his friends. As he leaped through the blue waves, he imagined he was like the superhero from the newspaper comics that Giulia and Mia both read. Pointing both fists forwards, Luca broke the surface with a whoop, water streaming behind him like a cape.

When he arrived at the Marcovaldo residence, the only beings there to greet them were Machiavelli and a few of his kits, each of whom wanted his attention and brief affection. Finding some of his spare clothes in the drawers of Alberto and Giulia's shared room, Luca quickly left the house and wandered the streets, eager to find his friends. Judging from the sun, he knew the morning fishing trip had come to an end not too long before which should mean Giulia, and Alberto was out delivering. Walking through the town square, Luca waved to a few of the patrons he recognized, mentally wincing as he remembered his first attempts at greeting Porto Rosso’s patrons. If anyone had been the stupidi, it had been them.

Chuckling as he went up the city’s hill, Luca caught sight of two familiar heads of curls along with two faces he was not expecting. Tensing at the sight of Guido and Ciccio, Luca prepared himself for a fight and made to run the rest of the way before he heard laughter. Guido was laughing at something Alberto had said and lightly touched his shoulder. Somehow, the movement was worse than if he had punched Alberto instead. A dark and ugly feeling reared its head within Luca’s belly, causing his face to burn and his hands to clench. Clenching his teeth, the young sea monster marched up the cobblestone pathways, intent on not showing his discomfort.

“Ciao,” he muttered shortly, arriving beside Alberto, and instantly causing Guido to lift his hand from Alberto’s shoulder. Giulia nodded hello from her seat on the bike as Alberto wrapped an arm around Luca’s shoulder.

“Oh, hey Luca,” Alberto cheered even more so upon seeing Luca. “You remember Guido and Ciccio, vero? I helped their families in the off-season while you were away.” Luca looked at the two teens who stood abashedly in front of him and offered his hand after a moment of hesitation.

“It’s good to see you both again,” Not, he thought as he shook the brunette’s hand. Ciccio spoke up, his round features coloring.

“We realize we never officially apologized to you before you left, si? We’re really sorry about last summer, Luca.”

“Si, Ciccio, and I were very foolish and ignoranti, we hope you can forgive us, and we can start again.” Guido smiled warmly, his gaze sincere. Taking a deep breath, Luca felt his earlier feeling of… whatever it was, fading away. If Alberto and Giulia both felt they could trust these boys again, then he could follow their lead.

“Lo apprezzo. I know being around Ercole wasn’t the easiest either, it’s all water under the bridge now anyway.” He smiled genuinely this time, heartened when the two ex-henchmen immediately relaxed.

“Bah, no lie, I’m so happy to be rid of that jerk,” Guido nodded at Ciccio who nodded and twisted his hands anxiously.

“He ate so much of my family’s bread,” Ciccio whispered horrified, his gaze wide. Giulia shared a weirded-out expression with Alberto who only shook his head.

“I didn’t know your family baked,” Luca interceded, ignoring his friends’ lack of subtlety Snapping back to the present, Ciccio grinned widely showing his perfectly white teeth.

“Oh, si, Pasticcini al sale Marino is the pride and joy of Porto Rosso and my family. Our baked goods bring customers from miles around; you should see the line of people who want to buy my mother’s Sfogliatella.” He leaned in conspiratorially to whisper, “My siblings and I have been helping since we were little, so only we know the recipe.” He puffed his round chest out proudly, only to be poked by both Alberto and Guido.

“Knowing a recipe and following it correctly are two different things, Ciccio. Your batter was not very good the last time you tried to make Bombolini.” Guido teased and Alberto nodded knowingly.

“I still don’t know how you mixed up salt and sugar,” the older sea monster screwed his face in disgust, remembering how the supposedly sweet treats and mistakenly been made with copious amounts of salt. “Seriously, Ciccio, even the ocean’s not as salty as those things were.” Ciccio pouted good-naturedly as the group laughed.

“It’s still not as bad as the time Guido set the auto garage on fire,” the blond argued mildly to which said boy grimaced.

“I thought we agreed to never speak of that again; I thought my papa was going to skin me alive.”

The teens chatted a bit more and Luca began to warm up to the two boys who had hurt him so much the past year. Perhaps, he reasoned, they had been good all along and had simply needed the chance to prove themselves.

Bidding Guido and Ciccio farewell, Luca joined Alberto and Giulia as they made the rounds. Luca asked a question that had been on his mind since arriving in Porto Rosso.

“So, whatever happened to Ercole? I haven’t seen him since we’ve been in town.” Alberto placed the cash from his previous sale into the leather pouch of the cart before answering.

“Honestly, the guy kind of disappeared after the race. I think he was embarrassed enough to keep his head low for a while, but other than that, I’m not sure. Maybe he left?” Giulia thought for a moment, her gaze focused on the road ahead.

“Maybe, I don’t think he went away to university, but he could have. His family is really wealthy, so they could afford it no matter the grades he got.”

Luca kicked a pebble, his thoughts skipping back to that one word: university.

“What’s the point of grades anyway, doesn’t that, like, stress you out more?” Alberto mused.

“It certainly does for me,” Giulia huffed. She bid Buongiorno to a young mother who bought the last of their fish and both Luca and Alberto filled the empty space as they headed back down the hill.

“I think it’s mostly competition, to see who really wants to be an academico or no,” she contemplated. “Sometimes if you have really good grades, the universities will pay you to study in their schools. That happened to mama when she moved to Genoa.” Alberto winced slightly at the mention of Giulia’s mother, the story of her separation from Massimo fresh in his memory.

“I wonder if I was good enough, they’d do that for me?” Luca hummed, his eyes following the drains that spread across each building they passed.

“Well, duh, they’d be stupid not to; you’re better than good enough right now,” Alberto bumped his shoulder with a smile. Luca blushed and tossed his friend a grin.

“Hey, happy birthday by the way. It’s about time you got to my age,” the older boy winked and wrapped his arm around Luca again, causing Luca’s skin to hum with energy.

“Oh, yeah! Are you excited for tonight?” Giulia asked over her shoulder.

“Thanks, you guys, really,” Luca felt warmer with Alberto’s arm around him, and he was sure it had nothing to do with the afternoon sun. He wondered briefly if said boy could feel how hard his heart was pounding. “Should I be excited, I thought we were just having dinner?” Luca asked, brow furrowing in confusion. He twisted around to face Giulia as she pulled into the plaza and made her way towards the small coastal home. Alberto lifted his arm when Luca turned away, causing him to feel its loss.

Giulia glanced at him and grinned excitedly. “Papa saved some fireworks from the Festa Della Repubblica since we were in Genoa, and he wants to set them off for tonight.” Luca gasped and jumped in his seat.

“Santa mozzarella! Are you serious?!” He shared an animated glance with Alberto who smiled as he hopped off the cart.

“Of course! I mentioned to him how much you had enjoyed the fireworks during Vigilia di Capodanno last December. He decided that would be his gift to you this year.” Giulia locked the bike and carried their bag of earnings inside, the two boys following after her.

Inside they found Massimo at his stove, his presence filling up the majority of the room. He turned to greet them as they entered, placing a kiss upon Giulia’s curly head.

“Buon cumpleanno, Luca. May you live to see many more,” Massimo rumbled fondly, patting Luca on his checkered shoulder. Luca returned the sentiment and wrapped a short hug around the large man, his arms too small to wrap fully around him.

“Grazie, Massimo. For your wishes and for your surprise gift,” Luca pulled away while Massimo smiled happily, his eyes disappearing behind his bushy eyebrows.

“Giulia,” Massimo chided lightly, turning to his daughter who was counting out money, “I thought we agreed to keep it a secret until after dinner?” Giulia smiled apologetically.

“Scusa, papa, we were just too excited,” She and Alberto began counting the coins on the table while Massimo ushered Luca over to the stove.

“Come, Luca, you will help me prepare dinner,” Massimo handed him a bag of clams and ordered him to wash them thoroughly in the sink. Luca would be the first to admit he was not a cook, but Massimo was gentle in his orders and easily guided Luca in making a perfect pasta dinner.

Once the Paguro family arrived along with Ciccio and Guido, once again to Luca’s surprise, the night was filled with much laughter and filling food. The linguine pasta alle vongole was instantly a hit and paired nicely with the red wine Ciccio had brought on behalf of his family. To the teens’ disappointment, the adults were adamant that they were still too young for alcohol. At one moment, Lorenzo laughed so hard, he inhaled his pasta and sent part of it into his nose much to the delight of the children. After dinner, the group trouped outside with fireworks and dessert in hand. While Massimo and Lorenzo set up the fireworks near the edge of the waterline, Daniella, Giulia, and Ciccio helped serve gelato and watermelon.

With a happy sigh, Alberto nestled himself into the sand alongside Luca, happily chewing on the red-fleshed fruit. Luca’s eyelids were drooping as his body felt full and warm, accompanied by his own friend’s radiating heat. His gaze lingered as Alberto licked gelato from his lips, the cream dripping from the corner of his mouth. Forcing his eyes to look anywhere else, Luca shifted closer to Alberto. Instead, his gaze landed on his father asking animatedly about the fireworks in Massimo’s hand, the larger man looking both confused and entertained by Lorenzo’s energy.

“I know I already said it, but happy birthday,” Luca dragged his eyes back to the tanned boy next to him and smiled. He jumped slightly at the first explosion, watching in delight as the light of the fireworks made his friend’s skin glisten with multicolored hues.

“Thank you for sharing it with me,” He replied easily. Neither made comment as their arms brushed or as their hands splayed out behind them with barely any space between. Up above the merry group, bright color after bright color bloomed across a starlit sky, the stars twinkling their own delight.

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sleepypeaky · 4 years

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amore e famiglia

Michael gray x italian-american male reader

request: My gay italian ass self would LOVE a Micheal Gray fic, but like, not sure he would like a guy who's italian after that fucking Luca incident.. and I dont know if you write for mlm..

a/n: ok so i fuckign wrote this BEFORE i wrote amore and i never fucking posted this klfdsgjdlskfgjkldf im such a fuckign idiot

(original a/n) this is very obviously a projection and naturally i chose a dinner scene to potray this bcs ... italian. I hope you dont mind that i added siblings, i wanted it to have a larger 1920s family vibe. Dedicated to all of my italian american gays ✌️we be lit

Part 1/prequel

1928?

Before you knocked on the door you turned to michael, giving him yet another disclaimer.

You took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Ma i’m here!” You called.

The door opened into a small foyer area, then up ahead was the living room, kitchen, and around the corner to the right was the dining room and bedrooms. Your mother hurried out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron.

“(y/n) bambino!” She cooed in her light accent as she pulled you in for a big hug and kissed your cheeks fervently. She held you at the shoulders when she pulled back to inspect you for damage. Then she remembered Michael.

“You must be Michael!” She abandoned you and went to make her attack on him, which was difficult considering he was a good foot taller than her. Nevertheless, she gave him a once-over and let out an incoherent exclamation of satisfaction, then she pulled his face down to plant a kiss on either cheek.

“I see you are a good strong boy. You take care of my son!” Then she hurried off to set the dining room table.

You turned to Michael, “Well that went pretty well.”

You helped michael find a hook for his coat and then led him into the living room.

Your father in a chair in the corner, muttering at the newspaper held up to his face.

“Hiya Pop.”

He looked up and seemed to suddenly remember that company was coming over. He folded the paper and stood up, saying a brief hello to you accompanied with a light pinch and slap of your cheek. He held out his hand to michael who shook it.

“Nice to meet you sir.” He said. You laughed at his formality.

Your father smiled and nodded his head satisfactorily, he clapped a hand on michael’s shoulder. “You see,” he was talking to you “words of respect! I like the look of you Michael.”

“Thank you sir.”

Your father was called out of the room to assist your mother and you had a minute alone with Michael.

“You see, It’s not going so bad!” He said to you and squeezed your hand.

“True,” You sighed “But just wait until my sisters get here.”

“Nonna!” You called loudly as you stepped into the kitchen. The small woman was stirring something in a pot that looked twice her size. She let out a cry of excitement when she saw you both. She hobbled over and reached up to pinch your cheek and said an affectionate “faccia brutto!”

[faccia brutto is a term of endearment, but basically means ‘you’re ugly’]

Your grandmother now turned to Michael and pretty visibly swooned.

“This is Michael.” You said.

“piacere di conoscerti.” Michael said in butchered italian. You instantly loved him more for trying to speak your grandmothers language, though, not as much as she was.

She threw her hands up and squealed with delight, she babbled a bit in italian before reaching up to pinch michael’s cheek. “Faccia Bello!!” She exclaimed triumphantly.

You laughed, “She says you’re handsome.”

Michael grinned and rubbed the red pinch mark on his face.

Shortly after, your older sister arrived with her husband, and one of your younger sisters came shortly after.

“I have 5 beautiful children,” Your mother explained to michael from across the table. “First a girl, then (y/n) my little boy, then the next 3 girls. But two live too far away for dinner, but we fill space with you!”

Amidst the talking -or should i say yelling- you glanced at michael to see he was clearly unaccustomed to the volume of the conversation.

nonna came out with the pot somehow carrying it before her. she gave everyone a slop of sauce and pasta from the pot, but when she got to michael she gave him more than the others

“Strong boy” she said in a thick italian accent and pinched his cheek again. Your sister laughed. “Looks like nonna likes you michael.”

“So what do you do Michael?” Your sister’s husband asked.

“I, ah...” You smirked into your fork-full of pasta. You liked seeing how michael reacted to that question. “Family business- motor manufacturing, I was just the accountant but now I oversee the New York branch.”

You could feel michael relax as your brother in law took the story- he had no reason not to.

“Family business you say, I like that. It’s good to keep things in the family.” Your father would say something like that. “Whats the name?”

“Shelby Company Limited- my cousin’s name.”

It was over. You leaned agains the door to your apartment and let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh come on! It was great!” Michael assured you.

You kicked off you shoes and went to collapse on the couch.

Michael came over and slipped under your sprawled legs.

“You were amazing.” You said and you kissed him.

“But,” You said with a grin. “I dont think i can be with you anymore.”

Michael smiled, “And why is that?”

“Because i think my grandma wants you for herself strong boy.” You mimicked your grandmothers accent on the last words.

Michael laughed, “well thats too bad because she might not think so but you have a faccia bello.”

You smiled and kissed him again.

“Now,” You said. “It’s your family’s turn.”

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our-time-is-now · 3 years

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July 12, 2019 (3): You’ve picked a really good-looking boy

(previous play)

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Friday 3:47 pm:

Matteo: *is busy building the raft with the guys* *surprisingly enough they manage quite well and work together quite well and are having a lot of fun* *but they are now sitting on a log to the side and are having a break because Alex had just brought them coffee and cookies* *hears a phone ring and realizes quickly that it’s his* *then looks at it and immediately feels slight panic set in* *looks at David, who’s sitting next to him, and shows him the display but then gets up* *tells the rest* Umm… I’ll just be… *answers it while he walks away* Ciao Nonna?

David: *had been really happy when Alex brought them coffee and cookies and when he even decided to sit with them for a while* *is a little tired and glad that they’re taking a break* *then also hears Matteo’s phone ring and curiously glances at the display when he holds it out to him* *smiles and looks at him encouragingly when he gets up and walks away* *hopes that his grandmother and he can resolve things and keeps an eye on Matteo even when they end their break and continue with building the raft*

Nonna: Ciao Matteo, my boy! Your old Nonna wanted to say hi again… Are you okay?

Matteo: *stops once he thinks that he’s far enough away* I’m good, Nonna, I’m on holiday. *is a little surprised that she’s talking to him so trivially* *is way too tense to play along* Did you want anything in particular? *thinks that if she wants to disown him she can just go ahead with it*

Nonna: *ignores his question* How nice that you’re good. And being on holiday is always nice. Where are you? Is the weather nice? I think so often that I should also go on holiday, but then I remember that actually I’m always on holiday. Sun, beach, ice cream, family… what more do I want. And all year long, to boot… How long are you staying on holiday, Matteo, my boy?

Matteo: *slightly rolls his eyes when she naturally doesn’t answer his question* We’re not far from Berlin. A friend of mine has a house here, well, her family does. *would probably tell her more under different circumstances, about who he’s with, that they’re camping and such, but can’t do that right now* *therefore decides to give it to her straight and to see how she reacts* My boyfriend and I are camping here.

Nonna: Not far from Berlin!? Is that even a holiday? Are you at the Baltic Sea? Every holiday needs water – preferably the ocean, of course! And why are you camping if there’s a house? Is the house dirty? Or is that something you do nowadays, sleeping in a tent?! Your cousin Mario went camping a few weeks ago as well, but there was no house close-by!

Matteo: *presses his lips together and doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry* We’re 11 people, Nonna, some of us are sleeping in the house and some in tents. And there’s a lake right on the property where you can swim. *is momentarily tempted to play along and ask about Mario and where he went on holiday* *but then doesn’t manage to get the question out* Nonna, is there anything you want to tell me? *gets a little more direct again* After our last conversation?

Nonna: *laughs* Of course! One house is rarely big enough for 11 friends! But a lake isn’t the ocean, my boy. You have to go to the ocean again… *gets interrupted but continues to act innocently* Yes, that’s why I’m calling. Because of the holiday at the ocean. I wanted to ask when David and you are going to visit me. Mario and Philippo are going to visit next week. Maybe you could come then, as well? Don’t you also want to see your cousins? Or you’ll visit later and then you can have your old Nonna all for yourself. You and David have to think about when it suits you better.

Matteo: *listens to her and can’t really believe his ears* *is so taken aback that he says* We’re still on holiday next week… *then shakes his head and asks again* You’re also inviting David? Are you sure? Because I don’t want us to come and that you’ll then ignore him or tell him something like him only being a phase or some nonsense like that.

Nonna: Well then you’ll visit the week after. Or the week after that. I’ve got time, I’m always here. I don’t care when you come. You have to talk to David about when it suits you the best… *then gets interrupted again and acts innocent again* That’s what I said, David and you. Of course I’m sure, otherwise I wouldn’t say David and you. You said that you’ll never come visit with a girlfriend, that you have a boyfriend, so you’ll come with your boyfriend. And David is your boyfriend, so David and you. Why are you asking like that, my boy?! I wouldn’t say David and you if I didn’t mean David and you.

Matteo: *just frowns and asks* You weren’t really excited during our last conversation… *then realizes how often she says David’s name* *is pretty sure that he hadn’t told her his name* And how do you even know David’s name? *thinks that maybe she talked to his mother, after all*

Nonna: What do you mean not excited. After 18 years you tell your old Nonna that you’re never going to have a girlfriend… my old brain needs time to understand that. I’m sure you’ve not only known this since last week. You don’t just decide from one moment to the next that you don’t want to have a girlfriend but a boyfriend. You’ve surely known about it for a while. But you kept letting me say that you’ll find a girlfriend without telling me that you don’t even want one. You could have told me that sooner, my boy! Philippo told me that you’ve been with David for 2 months already. And I’m sure you’ve liked him even longer. But no word to your old Nonna, nothing! And Philippo told me that his name is David. And that he’s an artist. Artists are very sensitive, my boy! You have to be careful that you don’t hurt him. And Philippo has even sent me photos. On paper, by mail! Because I don’t have a computer address. He complained about how much work that is, but I told him: “Philippo, my boy, if Matteo is in love with this David, then I want to see who my grandson has lost his heart to." And he complained some more, but then sent some photos by mail. You’ve picked a really good-looking boy, my dear. I’m looking forward to seeing if he really looks that good in real life or only in the photos. You just ask him when it suits you two the best and then you’ll come and visit me, yes?

Matteo: *listens to her and can’t really believe it* *only realizes that he has started tearing up when he has to swallow hard* *quickly runs a hand over his eyes* Nonna, I… *doesn’t really know where to begin* Thanks. *swallows* I… I don’t know if we’ll make it this year, but I’d be happy to ask him and then we’ll come visit you as soon as we can, ok? *then grins slightly* Then you’ll see that he’s even better-looking in real life than in the photos. *decides to text Mario and Philippo on Instagram to thank them*

Nonna: *sulkily imitates him* “Thanks, thanks…” what is that supposed to mean?! You know that you’re always welcome! You’ve never had to thank me for an invitation! And what do you mean not make it this year!? I’m sure you have time to spend one week with your Nonna! Your mother told me that you have time off. And if you don’t have the money, then tell your father to give you some! If he doesn’t visit me because he’s too scared of his own mother then he can at least give you some money so that I can see my grandson. *laughs heartily at his next words* You’re so in love, my boy! Everyone looks good when you’re in love with them! Well, you’ll talk to David and then you’ll tell me when you’ll come. Then I’ll make your favorite lasagna!

Matteo: *laughs slightly when she imitates him* Nonna, I’m not thanking you for the invitation, well that too, but for… everything. *then shakes his head* *realizes how much he misses her right now and thinks that they would somehow manage money-wise* I won’t ask my father, you know that. But maybe we’ll manage some other way. *smiles slightly when she says that he’s so in love* I guess I am… I’ll talk to him and call you when we’re back home, ok?

Nonna: Well then you’re welcome for everything, even though I don’t really know what you’re talking about, my boy! And your stubbornness when it comes to your father, you’ve got that from me, I can relate. But it’s just money… he can surely give you some if he doesn’t give you anything else! But if you don’t want that, then you’ll manage some other way. *then repeats again* You’ll talk to David and then you’ll call me when you’re back home. And tell him I said hello and tell him that I really like the drawing of the flower! And now I don’t want to bother you any longer, my boy. I’m sure you young people have a lot more fun without your old Nonna on the telephone. Have a nice holiday and we’ll see each other very soon!

Matteo: *thinks that he doesn’t want to talk to his father, no matter what it’s about* *but doesn’t say anything else on that topic* *then laughs briefly when she mentions a drawing of David and wonders what Philippo has sent her* I will, I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear that… I’ll talk to you soon, Nonna. *ends the call and is still a little taken aback about what just happened* *but feels so incredibly happy and can’t help but to grin while going back to the others* *then sees David’s questioning look and grins* My grandmother says hi, she wants me to tell you that she likes your drawing of the flower…

David: *has been looking over to Matteo every now and again while they kept working on the raft, but because Matteo had his back turned to him most of the time, he couldn’t really see how the conversation went* *but now sees him walking toward them, straightens up immediately and takes two steps toward him* *sees him grin and is relieved* *takes two more steps toward him when he hears his words* *laughs quietly and tilts his head in question* My painting of the flower? *doesn’t really know what he means, but has now reached him and hugs him first* So the conversation went well? *turns to the other three and calls* Matteo and I are going to take a short break… *hears Carlos calling: “Yeah, yeah, just let us do all the work by ourselves” but ignores him and turns back to Matteo* *grins* I’m curious, I want to hear everything! *pulls him to a fallen tree and sits down straddling it*

Matteo: *lets David pull him with him and then sits down* Apparently my cousins did some online stalking for her and printed out some photos and sent them to her… she says that you’re a really good-looking boy. *grins widely* And she really wants to meet you and we are supposed to come visit her in Italy… *shrugs one shoulder* I’ve already told her that this will be difficult, but we can think about it…

David: *gapes at Matteo when he tells him about the online stalking and laughs briefly when he says that they have sent photos and laughs even more when he tells him that his grandmother thinks that he’s a really good-looking boy* Oh man… *then hears that she invited them and murmurs* Nice… *but then nods* Yeah, money-wise it’s going to be difficult… time-wise we could really manage quite well before your voluntary year starts… *takes his hand and squeezes it slightly* I’m happy that everything’s okay again between you and her… didn’t she say anything else about a “girlfriend” and that it’s only a phase or anything?

Matteo: *nods when he says that it will be difficult money-wise* Yes… unfortunately… we’d have to see, maybe we could also hitchhike or something like that, then we might manage… *returns his hand-squeeze and grins at him* Well, at first she acted as if nothing had happened, drove me a little insane… then she asked when the two of us will come visit. I told her I don’t want to come visit her with you if she ignores you or if she tells you stuff like you’re only a phase. She sad that she isn’t really the fastest anymore and that she always thought I would bring a girlfriend with me, and that she first had to get used to the fact that it will be a boyfriend, but that Mario and Philippo told her that they already knew about it from Instagram and then she was offended that I didn’t tell her sooner and yeah. *shrugs one shoulder* Now she wants to meet you.

David: *laughs when Matteo talks about hitchhiking* I’ve never done that. I think it’s not as easy as it looks like in movies and such… *then watches him with a smile and thinks that it really has to be important for him if he even considers hitchhiking* You really would like to go there, don’t you? *then listens to what else he tells him about the conversation and laughs when he finishes* She was offended that you didn’t tell her sooner!? Woah… *then smiles and shrugs* I would also like to meet her… especially since she’s so important to you. *briefly gnaws on his bottom lip and says* Let’s look up later how expensive the train tickets are. If you only use local transport it’s often cheaper. Maybe we can somehow scrape up the money…

Matteo: *nods slightly* Yes, might be… *smiles slightly and nods when he asks him if he would like to go* I really haven’t seen her in quite a while… and on the phone she was just… *shrugs* I’d just like to see her again! *then nods* Yeah, let’s look it up, maybe we could also go by bus or something, then it would take us forever, but if that’s affordable… *looks at his phone, which is still in his hands* I just wanted to quickly text Mario and Philippo to thank them… *quickly texts them and then can already hear Abdi calling: “Hey, guys, enough with your break! We want to finish this today!"* *gets up and grins at David* Well then, let’s go…

David: *smiles when Matteo says that he would really like to see his grandmother again and thinks that surely they can somehow manage – even if that really means that they’d hitchhike* *nods at his words about the bus and says* It doesn’t really matter how long it takes us – we do have the entire August off… *nods when he wants to text his cousins and already gets up when Abdi calls for them* *calls back* We’re coming… *briefly wraps his arm around Matteo’s shoulder when he gets up and presses a quick kiss on his cheek* I don’t wanna say that I told you to just give her some time… but I told you… *briefly ruffles his hair with a grin, lets go of him again and goes back to the others*

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buckyscrystalqueen · 5 years

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The Difference: Part 1

Pairings: Mark Sheppard x Reader

Warnings: None??? Swearing must likely...

Word Count: 3204

A/N: So I’m back..... IDK Im outta shape on posting here, y’all.... hope you enjoy it, OK?

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In your opinion, first dates were literally the worst, but with a very involved Greek mother and grandmother, a large, extremely loud group of Italian aunts on your father’s side, and a persistent twin sister, you didn’t have a choice but to go on them. Because God forbid you say no. That two letter word was like a grenade in your household. Your mother, who you currently lived with because you were a single mother, would instantly start praying for your soul before calling your sister to pray with her as well. Your father, who was a giant instigator no matter how much he denied it, would head upstairs to ‘stay out of it’, have a brief conversation with his mother, and the phone tree would be instantly activated. Within a matter of minutes, you had your Nonna and eight aunts in your room, reminding you once again, that a single mother of four quadruplet boys, needed a man in your life.

So you simply went on the dates, used your one year olds as a ‘you don’t want me because I’ve got a lot of baggage’, and left before the waiter could even take your drink order just to sit in your car for an hour in silence. It wasn’t that you didn’t love being a mother. Shit, your boys made you a better person every single day. But there were four of them, and they were all a little over a year old now. And while you were so fortunate that they were all healthy babies, your second son, Luca, was born with Down Syndrome. Even with all the help your immediate and extended family gave you every single day, you still felt like you were drowning in dirty diapers and doctors appointments most days.

“You’re Mark?” You asked, dismissively as you stopped beside the chair the hostess had pointed out to you in Fogo de Chāo, one of your favorite Brazilian steakhouses, and took off your jacket. He looked up at you and nodded his head once as you sat down and took a deep breath. “Alright, I’m sorry you wasted your time in coming all the way here. I’ll make this quick. I’m 29, single… obviously… I work as a contract linguist for Homeland Security in the Pentagon, and I’m the mother of quadruplets that are fourteen months old and who have no father. So, while you process that, I’m going to drink my water and then head out because usually by the time that information sinks in, men tend to either get a surprise phone call or they have to run to the bathroom only to never come back. I don’t give a shit one way or another. Again, sorry you wasted your time.” You picked up your water glass and took a long swig as your date stared at you and blinked a few times.

“Quadruplets…” He said in a British accent you weren’t expecting as you grabbed your jacket off the back of your chair. “That’s four, correct?”

“Correct.”

“What’s the gender split?” You actually froze with your arm in the sleeve and looked over at him, unbelievingly, because he was the first date to actually ask that question.

“Excuse me?”

“Four boys? Four girls? Mixture of both?” It was your turn to blink a few times in shock as you let your arm fall to your side.

“Four… boys. Do you actually give a damn, or are you just trying to get laid, here?” A huffed chuckled bubbled up from his throat as he picked up his napkin, and laid it across his lap.

“I’m genuinely curious. And I happen to be gentleman, thank you. I am a firm believer in the third date rule.”

“Oh, are you now?” You laughed as you took off your jacket again and draped it over the back of your chair. “You’re that cocky you think you’ll get to a third date with women?”

“Not in the least. I believe the accent alone gets me to the third date and I was raised to respect women.”

“So waiting until only the third date is respectful?”

“I never specified the length of time between dates, darling. This could be date one, but between now and date two, we could have lunch half a dozen times at work, since we both work for the Pentagon.”

“Those are dates.”

“Those are not dates.” He corrected as he got up to start with the appetizer bar in the center of the dining room. “I never said I’d pay for your lunches.”

“Oh, you’re slick.” You giggled as you got up to follow him. “You’re real slick.”

“I try.” He chuckled. “So a linguist, huh? What language?”

“Greek and Italian.”

“Wow. And.” He said as he looked over at you, impressed. “Two languages?”

“Since I was born. See, my mother is Greek. She moved to this country when she was two years old with her twin, my Yaya, and my Papou. So she speaks both Greek and English. Now my father is from Italy. He’s the oldest and he has eight sisters. Huge family. My Nonna and my Nonno moved to the states before my dad was born but, like my mother, he speaks two languages. So when my twin sister, Emma and I were born, it became a battle with my grandparents on which language we spoke. So we speak both fluently.”

“See, I’ve worked with your sister before.” He commented as he waited for you to finish with the salad bar. “She did some translating for me at the request of Ben…”

“Oh, so are you a lawyer with Ben?” He nodded his head as he set his plate down in his spot and pulled your chair out for you.

“I do have quite a few years on him but yes, we are colleagues.”

“Oh what, like ten, maybe?”

“You’re generous.” He breathed as he took the seat beside you and flipped his card over. “I’ve been with the NSA for nearly thirty years… and don’t point out your age here. Emma thinks it’s hilarious to point it out every time she comes into the office to visit with young Benjamin.”

“She’s a bitch.” You said with a nod as you ripped a piece of cheese bread with your fingers and popped it in your mouth. “You get used to it.”

“Now, are you two fraternal twins? Because you look nothing alike…”

“You know, it’s funny you ask.” You sort of mumbled around your bite, which you swallowed quickly. “We’re identical. But it’s like fifty fifty on who can see it. My mom couldn’t tell us apart to save her life, but my dad has no issue. Half my aunts can tell, half can’t. Our boss can, Ben can half the time but I think he cheats, you can obviously tell. My sons are an even split, too.”

“Are any of them identical?” You nodded and let out a small sigh, taking a minute to take a drink of water for a break.

“Two of them are.” You started as you looked over at him, knowing that this was the second hurdle to get over with dates. “My youngest, Theo and Thomas. Evan and Luca are fraternal. And just like me and my sister, it’s fifty fifty on who can tell them apart. My mom can and she’s super proud of that.”

“I know you have photos.” He said as he nodded at the waiter that was making his round with a skewer of hot, top sirloin.

“Oh, I have thousands.” You confirmed as you, too, agreed to some top sirloin while pulling your phone out of your purse. “But… just…” You sighed the slightest bit and lit up the screen of your phone. “Sorry, I’m protective.”

“I already know.” He nearly whispered as he put his hand on yours over the phone as the screen went dark again. “Ben has an old photo of them on his desk. When he suggested this date, he told me you’d be stand-offish to protect them, and he gave me a very brief reason why. It doesn’t scare me, darling. Your strength just makes me even more fond of you.” You looked up at him and nodded your head with a hint of tears in your eyes.

“Evan is the oldest.” You started as you lit up the screen again and laid your phone flat on the table. “He is my trouble maker. That little man can get into everything and anything in the blink of an eye. Then Luca is next. He’s my little miracle; I almost lost him twice in the NICU but he is such a fighter. I can’t tell you how many times people said I should have terminated him because he has Down syndrome. But he has taught me… so much more than any school or any thing could just in this last year, and he continues to teach me more every day. Theo, then Thomas are next. I don’t think they look anything alike…”

“Really?” Mark asked incredulously. “See they look identical to me, here.”

“Photos are a little harder with the two of them for me.” You agreed as you pushed your phone across the table. “I have to take an extra second to really look. But face to face there is no question. They are two completely different personalities. All my boys are so different. And they all give me a run for my money.”

“Boys will do that.” He chuckled as he nodded at the next waiter, who had parmesan pork. “I think I can consider myself an expert and say that, as they get older, they will be even more of a handful.”

“You’re not helping here.” You giggled around a bite and behind your hand.

“You don’t think so? I think I am being extremely helpful.”

“No, now you’re just making me regret that I didn’t keep putting my coat on.”

“Oh, now why would you go and say a mean thing like that?” He asked as he put his hand over his heart. “Darling, that hurts. I thought I was doing so well.”

“Nope. You made it three steps forward and jumped eight back.”

“Bloody hell. I’m gunna have to try even harder, now. I love a challenge.”

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You were actually pleasantly surprised with how your night went, and you were actually even more surprised that your date, which started at six PM, lasted through, an exorbitant amount of meat, salad, and cheesy bread, two amazing split desserts, and some absolutely amazing conversation. You pulled into the driveway at your house in Arlington at quarter to eleven, and you were only partially surprised to see all of the female half of your extended family waiting up for you.

“No!” You said as you walked through the front door with a shake of your head. “No, I’m not doing this…”

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) you sit down and you talk to us right now.” Your Yaya, Calliope, demanded in Greek as you walked through the front room of the house you grew up in.

“It’s late, Yaya.” You tried before your mom’s twin, your Aunt Selene side stepped in front of you in the kitchen doorway.

“You sit down and you tell us about this man or we will go down and wake those babies up until you talk to us, you hear me?” You sighed at her and rolled your eyes. It was moments like these where you disliked having a big family, because you knew that they would absolutely wake up your boys if you didn’t stop and spill.

“He’s very nice.” You started as you held on to the door frame to take off your heels. “Funny, charming…”

“Did you kiss him?”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Did you sleep with him already?”

“Did he pay for dinner?”

“Was he a gentleman?”

“OK, you guys need to just chill.” You said as you held your hand up and looked at the room of women. “I can’t answer six questions at once, in three different languages, at eleven at night. So here’s the run down. Yes, he paid for dinner. Yes, he was a gentleman. Emma wouldn’t have set it up if he wasn’t. No I didn’t sleep with him, yes, I did kiss him. Yes, he was very good at it. He’s got a British accent, he’s taller than me, he is divorced, he has no kids but wants and loves them, and he works as an attorney for the NSA with Ben.

Now, I’m going to love on my babies, and go to bed because my lovely offspring love nothing more than to wake me up at the asscrack of dawn… sorry Nonna… Yaya…” You apologized as you held your hand up apologetically at your two grandmothers for swearing in front of them. “I love you all, and I will tell you more at family dinner on Sunday. Good night, go home, please. It’s bedtime.” You waved your hand at your aunts and grandmothers on your way to the kitchen, and they started collecting their things as your mother, Zoe, came running up behind you.

“Theo’s still up with your father.” She sighed as she handed you the baby monitor. “He didn’t eat much dinner…”

“Did you try laying him down with Thomas?” You asked as you stopped at the sound proofed basement door.

“He wasn’t having it. He just wanted his Mama.” With a huff, you kissed her cheek, and opened the door.

“Thanks, Mom. I really appreciate it.”

“It was a group effort, baby.” She said as she pat your shoulder. “Sweet dreams.”

“You too, Mommy. Love you.” She repeated the sentiment to you as you stepped on to the landing leading down to the basement, which was your and Emma’s former play room when you were kids and was now the studio apartment you shared with your four babies. You smiled at the older man who was sitting in a Lazy Boy in the middle of the room by the bathroom as he stopped rocking and nodded his head hello at you. “Hi, Dad.”

“Hey… there’s mama, see?” You smiled at your little boy as he picked his head up off your dad’s chest and looked over at you.

“Mama.” Theo choked as he turned and reached out for you with tears in his eyes.

“Oh, little man. Come here.” You dropped your shoes on the carpet and tossed your purse and jacket on your bed so you could take your son from your father.

“His bed time bottle is in the fridge. He didn’t touch it and he ate maybe three raviolis for dinner. I’m going up to bed.”

“Thanks Daddy. I’ll see you in the morning.” He nodded his head, sleepily as he trudged up the stairs, as your current little cry baby buried his face in your throat. “Alright, Theo. You gotta go to sleep, OK? But you can lay with mama for a little while. Only a little while, then you have to go in your bed.”

“No.”

“You can try to tell me no all you want, baby boy but you are gunna go to bed in your own bed tonight. Mama needs her own bed.” You grabbed the green capped bottle from the shelf of the fridge in the small kitchenette that, as a child, you never understood its purpose, but you were really grateful for as an adult. You dropped the bottle in the warmer on the counter and reached back behind your back to unzip your dress with a sigh. Theo protested a bit when you walked over and set him down on your king sized bed by the stairs, and he crawled across the blankets after you when you walked over to your small closet between the four cribs to throw your dress in your hamper and put on PJ’s. He slid off the bed, which was just a mattress and a box spring on the floor for that exact reason, and toddled after you into the bathroom.

“Oh, now we’re just being annoyingly needy.” You sighed when he latched himself on to your leg while you took off your makeup and ran a brush through your hair. Theo simply continued to sniffle until you finished and finally picked him up again. With one final heavy sigh, you grabbed his bottle and flipped off the lights, which didn’t do much since you had night lights all over the room so you could see your boys in the middle of the night.

“Alright, bed time. Bed time.” You let out a relieved breath as you sat down on your bed and leaned back against the wall. Once Theo was settled in your arms with his bottle, you shoved your jacket on the floor and retrieved your phone from your bag before it followed your jacket. You glanced at the screen out of habit, looking at your sweet boy’s smiling faces, and you smiled at the text from Mark from a few minutes before.

— Hope you made it home safe. I had a wonderful time tonight. Look forward to seeing you again.

You unlocked the screen and hit the message with your thumb.

— I had a fantastic time. I’m really glad you convinced me to stay, even if that third glass of wine is making taking care of this needy little boy a little difficult.

You hit the camera icon and flipped the view toward you and your son. You choose not to care that you didn’t have make up or a bra on any more, and took the photo of you and the beautiful, blue eyed little boy laying against your chest.

— Oh the joys of being a mother.

You set the phone down on your thigh and started to hum, hoping that you could get Theo to fall asleep quickly so you could get a couple hours yourself. Your eyes fell closed and your head gently hit the wall behind you, and the small suckling sound your son made mixed in with the sound machine that helped Evan fall asleep better than anything you had tried became your lullaby. You and Theo had both started to drift off, when your phone buzzed on your thigh.

— Oh, poor thing. I hope he goes to bed quickly for you. Sweet dreams, (Y/N). Good night… I’m gunna guess Thomas.

You smirked and glanced down at the finally sleeping little boy in your arms.

— Nope. This is Theo. Good try, though. Good night, sweetheart.

You set your phone down on your pillow and very carefully stood up to put your son to bed. He fussed for a couple seconds when you pulled the abandoned bottle from his hand and laid him down, but he thankfully stayed asleep. After checking the other three babies, you dumped out the remnants of the bottle in the sink, filled it with water, and simply left it to deal with in the morning with the boys breakfast dishes. You were already half asleep when you trudged back over to your bed and you were sound asleep the moment your head hit your pillow.

Part 2

#mark sheppard x reader #The Difference

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typicalmidnightsoul · 4 years

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𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖊 -Chapter 2

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦

chapter 1 <- here

Tomorrow, she would have to do it tomorrow.

Where was Eris? She thought until it hit her like a sledgehammer, Quidditch practice. She changed her course of walking and headed outside. She heard footsteps quickening their pace behind her and didn't have to guess twice on who it was.

"Where were you at breakfast?" Clare straightened out her skirt and answered,

"Catching up on the gossip in the courtyard," they linked arms, "Where are we going?"

"Eris, we're grabbing him to get into the Slytherin common room."

"Ok... why are we going into the Slytherin common room??"

"It's literally the only place where people don't snoop, everyone gets on with their own shit."

Clare furrowed her brows, "are you sure it isn't because not one of you sisters' friends are in that common room?"

Nesta glared at her. Clare laughed softly and changes the topic as they pass the owlery listening on the twitter of the birds.

"Rumor has it that Elain Archeron is taking Divintaions and is proving to be Firenze's best student...and Professor Trelawney's."

Yes, that particular rumor had reached her ears. She sighed, Nonna would not be happy.

Reading her thoughts Clare said, "We'll find out tomorrow, it could just be a rumor."

She was about to answer when the Quidditch practice pitch came in view. They both halted then started speed walking.

Cassian and Eris were snarling at each other. Some, not all of Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch teams standing behind their captains.

"What are you going to do?" Eris smirked, "Beat me into the ground? I'm pretty sure your blonde bitch will whisk you away to bed before you even have a chance to lay a finger on me."

"Oh trust me Eris when I start beating you into the ground no on will be able to stop me."

"I am ever so sorry I seem to have forgotten that Morrigan rejected you after the first night left a scar didn't it?"

Clare gaped. Nesta wished that she had just went to Vassa instead.

"To think this all started with a disagreement on who booked the pitch." Vassa drawled. Nesta turned to see Vassa in her quidditch gear.

"How the hell did it get to this then?" Clare asked.

"They've been at it from a long time," Vassa said to Nesta, "You need to go and stop them."

Clare nodded, "Cassian might be defending Morrigan but Eris is demeaning her for you."

That Nesta was really familiar with and she hated it but he wouldn't stop. She walked towards them. The Slytherin quidditch team that was hyping him up went silent as did the Gryffindor quidditch team. The second Eris and Cassian looked at her she recited,

"Silencio."

She glared at both of them. They both tried to speak to snarl at each other but...couldnt.

Eris sent pleading eyes to Nesta. She waved her wand again.

"Sonorus."

She adresses the quidditch teams. "I am awfully sorry that your sodding captains are not organized enough to get the fucking time table right, " She turned back to Cassian and Eris, "But that does not mean you get into a brawl on school grounds. You understand you might have your quidditch privileges taken away if Madam Hooch seen you."

She whirled and went to walk away when Cassian had grabbed her arm.

"Nesta, listen-"

"Don't. you. dare"

She snatched her hand out of his grip and stormed off, Clare and Vassa behind her.

"Practice is postponed until tomorrow," Eris' eyes were still on Nesta when he dismissed them, "We'll go over tactics tonight in the common room."

With that he sprinted behind her.

Feyre was so late to dinner. Her friends would probably be worried. As she traveled down the dim-lit corridor she heard voices. She got closer and saw her sister's signature black gladiator platform heels poking out from behind a pillar. She got closer and hid behind a different pillar.

"To find out who that necklace belonged to Nesta, should be next to impossible, the fact that Burke pulled several different strings to find out this much information Nesta is very much comendable." that was-Helion. Yes, that voice belonged to Helion.

"This is not much information to go on, Helion. You know what's at stake so what do you propose we do?"

"We wait. Wait until next Friday, when we have talked to her we will know what to do. I honestly think you should focus on tomorrow, you have to make sure that that bag is reached-"

Feyre's wand slid out of her pocket and thudded on the floor. she hurrily picked it out. She could hear the click of Nesta's heels. Shit, shit. Nesta put a finger to her lips.

"Homenum Revel-"

"Nesta?" Feyre came out from behind the pillar, faking surprise.

Nesta lowered her wand. "What are you doing here?!"

"I thought there was an intruder and my wand fell out of my hands i was about to pick it up and disarm you when I heard your voice."

Nesta nodded and jerked her head towards her Great hall. "Go I'll be there in a sec." Feyre hurried past, Helion smiling and nodding to her as she did.

Elain had moved from the Hufflepuff table towards Feyre. She stilled at the look on Feyre's face. Feyre grabbed her arm and dragged her to the Gryffindor table. The conversation stopped at the table.

"You okay, darling?" Rhys asked.

The whole story came out of Feyre in a flood. They all gaped.

"I honestly think we need to follow Nesta to hogsmeade tomorrow if only to find out-" A goblet was smacked down on the table.

Cresseida gave a sweet smile. Too sweet.

"Hey sweeties, so basically it seems like you have forgotten that our tables are right next to each other."

Her smile turned into a glare, "So let me warn you, you follow Nesta anywhere on any trip I will be sending a note to your grandmother about your... antics. And as you know being your guardian Nonna can do many things, so... stay out of our way."

Cassian growled, but before he could reply Nesta came.

"Any problem, Cress?"

"Nope, none at all. I was just about to ask if Feyre and her friends knew about the fundraiser Nonna is holding here at Hogwarts next Friday night."

"A fundraiser?" Rhysand asked.

"Yes, Headmistress Mcgonagall was going to tell us at the end of dinner so we can buy or order dresses in the next week."

They all excahnged looks, that's probably who Helion implied they should talk to. Their Grandmother.

"Oh shit." Feyre and Elain cursed under their breath.

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#nesta #cassian #eris #nessian fanfic #prythian #acotar #nesta]#feyre #elain #lucie #amre #mor #rhys #nessian fanfuc #acomaf #acowar

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thefirstcourtesan · 5 years

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Advent Challenge Day 6: Ornaments (TRR)

It’s Day 6 of the advent challenge! Today’s theme is: angel and this fic is for my dear friend @lizzybeth1986. We don’t always agree, but we are always able to have respectful discussions which have definitely impacted how I view the text and I really appreciate that. This is a Hana and MC friendship piece, featuring my Drake MC, Amelia.

Ornaments By Misha Disclaimer- Not mine. Author’s Notes- This is day 6 of the advent fic challenge, “angel”. This is a short fic featuring Amelia and Hana, this fits into my timeline not the one established in The Royal Heir, so it is the first year of Drake and Amelia’s marriage. Rating- PG

“What about this box?” Hana asked, taking off the lid and peering inside. She took out a tacky ornament of a snowman wearing a cowboy hat and held it up.

Amelia made a face. “Bianca sent those. We can misplace them.”

It was her first Christmas at Valtoria and several people, friends and relatives, had sent Christmas ornaments to decorate the tree and mark the occasion and Hana had offered to help Amelia go through all of them. Including the several boxes Drake’s mother had “thoughtfully” sent. The only joy Amelia had from that, was the knowledge that her mother-in-law had divided the ornaments between Drake and Savannah, which meant Bertrand was also having the pleasure of receiving cowboy chic ornaments.

“Seriously?” Hana asked, looking shocked.

Amelia laughed. “No. But if some get broken, I won’t care, so maybe we’ll save those for the bottom of the tree or let Maxwell place them.”

Hana laughed and reached for the next box and then stopped. “This one came from Lythikos. Olivia must have sent it.”

“Meaning it is probably a box of ornament-sized weapons,” Amelia joked and then opens the box. She took out a tiny sword. “Oh wow. It really is. Ok, these go on the top and we don’t let Maxwell anywhere near them. Actually, maybe we should lose this box too.”

Hana laughed and took the box from Amelia.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, reaching for another box, “thank you for asking me to help you, this is fun.”

“Sorting through boxes and boxes of old ornaments is fun?” Amelia asked, wrinkling her nose, “Hana, I love you, but you need more hobbies.”

Hana sent her a look, “that’s not what I meant. It’s nice looking at the ornaments, figuring out where they came from, besides I’ve never decorated a Christmas tree before.”

“Well I am honoured to have your help,” Amelia assured her, “and with you assisting me, this will probably be the first Christmas tree that I have ever put up that doesn’t look like it was decorated by drunk elves.”

Hana giggled and then lifted a delicate glass angel out of the box. “Oh these are beautiful!”

Amelia reaches into the box and carefully picked up another ornament. “These came from my Nonna. She brought them with her when she came to America and she sent them to me. She said that her first Christmas in America, it helped to have a piece of home on her tree and she wanted me to have that too, since this is my first Christmas in my new home.”

“Oh Amelia, that is beautiful,” Hana commented, gazing at the delicate angel.

“Is there anything of yours we could send for?” Amelia asked suddenly, “something from home we could add to this tree? Since this is your first Christmas here, as well.”

Hana shook her head. “Not that I can think of. There isn’t anything...” She trailed off, “except maybe...” She shook her head, “it’s silly.”

“If it means something to you, it isn’t silly,” Amelia encouraged, “and whatever it is it has to be better than the cowboy snowman or Olivia’s attempts to arm my tree in case of reindeer attack.”

“Well...” Hana began, “maybe I could make some ornaments? I could design some, I still have some fabric that my grandmother used, maybe I could use some of that...”

“Hana, that would be amazing,” Amelia told her sincerely, “beautiful and meaningful. I love it. Please, please do that.”

Hana smiled, “ok, then tonight, I will get started.” She reached for the next box, “oh Penelope sent this one as a gift...”

“Oh god,” Amelia groaned, “I am not ready for Christmas poodles.”

“I don’t know,” Hana joked, “with all the contributions from your friends, your tree still might look like it was decorated by drunken elves despite my best efforts.”

“Always a plus,” Amelia agreed, before opening the box, which did indeed contain a box of poodles wearing Santa hats causing both women to burst out laughing, filling the room with the happy sound as they continued to chat and dig through boxes, making jokes and creating new memories.

End

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ettawritesnstudies · 5 years

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Storyteller Saturday! — If one pivotal element of your OCs history/life was altered or simply didn’t happen at all, how different would they be from how they are now? Would they change at all? What would that pivotal element be?

Ohhhhh this is major spoilers because the Laine family has this one major event that changes literally everything for them. I’m going to answer it kind of vaguely so I don’t leave you hanging (and also write half a book trying to explain it) but also SPOILERS FOR STORGE IF YOU DON’T WANNA READ IT STOP HERE

So. Um. The Laines used to be Atilan, or more specifically, the mom was basically a princess and when she married Aimon (a Debilan from the dirt-poor outer isles) some people didn’t take kindly to that. One burnt down their home, with 4-year-old Luca and 7-year-old Enne still inside. The roof collapsed, Enne hit her head and lost her sight, Luca’s magic erupted and kept them both from dying but he ended up with magic and burn scars, and the family was forced to go into hiding. Grace was born later that year, and she grew up as a Debilan.

This obviously affected a lot - Enne needed to learn how to get around without sight, and she remembered their old life so she’s bitter and overprotective now. Luca had to learn how to hide and use his magic after his burns healed and is torn between the two worlds because he *remembers* but he didn’t grow up like that; he also has to wear long sleeves 24/7 so nobody sees the telltale scars. And Grace doesn’t remember their old life at all which sometimes puts her at odds with Enne because she thinks she can take care of herself and Enne thinks she’s being reckless. The parents and their grandmother Nonna had a lot of adjusting to do while taking care of their kids, and also keeping the family afloat now they’re suddenly poor and technically wanted criminals for “illegal possession of magic” (like baby Luca had any choice in the matter)

It becomes even more of a problem when their secret is revealed early in the start of the story. And when their old enemies come back 0_0

This is all revealed in a midpoint twist where Acheran finds out The Truth (tm) which is why I don’t talk about it here most of the time, but knowing just means that when you read it the first time you’ll already know all the foreshadowing and stuff which isn’t the worst thing I guess but is still technically spoilers. So, yeah. Thanks for asking! :D

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madpanda75 · 6 years

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A Second Chance: Part Two

Co written with @amirightcounsellor!

The angsty/smutty part two!

Part One

Sonny Carisi X Reader NSFW

Word Count: 5420

Snow fell outside, the first real blizzard of the season. It covered everything in sight-streets, cars, the rooftops of surrounding buildings. The city felt quiet, peaceful.

And you felt peaceful.

Head resting on Sonny’s chest, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you. His fingers traced along your exposed spine like an intricate dance, causing you to shiver and nestle closer. Sonny’s arms tightened around you, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.

“Doll, what do you think about coming home with me for Christmas?” He offered quietly, words hanging in the air.

An uneasy sigh left your chest. You wanted nothing more than to spend Christmas with Sonny. Hot chocolate, watching the snow fall as Christmas carols played in the background. Watching his nieces and nephews open gifts while his siblings took pictures and laughed.

“I’d love to, Sonny. But uh, you know it’s just my mom and me. I don’t want to leave her alone.”

Sonny tensed before relaxing again. “Is that what you really want?”

Laughing, you shook your head. “She’s sick. The drugs, the different boyfriends. I don’t know. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. But...it hasn’t all been bad. You know she’s the reason I went to law school? Work somewhere like SVU. So I can help people, be there for someone when no one was there for me.”

Sonny sat up, essentially bringing you with him. Lifting your chin so that you could look at him, he tucked your hair behind your ear, eyes swimming with concern.

“This isn’t for pity. I’m telling you this because if it wasn’t for her being the way she is, for everything I had to go through, I wouldn’t be where I am now. With you. Maybe it’s all just a giant coincidence or maybe it’s how everything was always supposed to be but I swear, it was all worth it. Because it all led me to you.” You breathed out, feeling a bit vulnerable. You and Sonny had been dating for over a year now and had already exchanged I love yous early into your relationship, but you had always remained a bit guarded. There was still that deep rooted need to shield yourself, to protect yourself from getting hurt.

Right now though, with Sonny’s arms wrapped around you and the snow lightning up the night sky, you never felt more safe.

“I, uh.” You heard yourself stutter, not sure how you were going to put everything you were feeling, everything you were hoping, into words. How did I get from there to here, you wondered.

“Jeez, what time is it?” Sonny asked in a gravelly voice.

“I know it’s like two in the morning and I’m wearing this stupid fancy dress and I’m a little drunk but today was my cousin's wedding and seeing everyone happy and in love was killing me because that could’ve been us if I didn’t mess it all up” You rambled, voice muffled by both trying not to cry and your body racked with shivers. “Your seat was empty the entire time and my shrew of a grandmother asked me how you were and I had to tell her we weren’t together anymore and she blamed me and she’s right, you know” You rambled off.

Sonny’s eyebrows raised in surprise, motioning for you to come in, placing a hand on your lower back as he gently led you into the living room. “Jesus, you’re freezing,” He exclaimed, grabbing a blanket for you to wrap yourself up in.

Placing it over your shoulders, you awkwardly stood in front of where Sonny was sitting on the couch before he motioned for you to join him.

The two of you sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity. You stared down at the floor, afraid you would burst into tears the minute you stared into those blue eyes.

The cold pane of the car window felt refreshing against your warm skin, opening your eyes you stared at the cookie cutter houses lining the streets. Snow blanketed front lawns, still adorned with Christmas decorations in January. Sonny glanced at you from the driver seat, his brow furrowed with concern. “You ok, doll? Seem pretty quiet tonight.” Plastering a smile on your face, you nodded your head, the two of you were on your way to the Carisi house for Sunday dinner. You liked Sonny’s family, the Carisi clan were warm and friendly, at times they were a little overbearing but they always welcomed you into their home.

Tonight you wished Sonny would have cancelled, a week ago your mother had checked into an in patient rehabilitation center, yet another attempt to get sober. Driving her to the facility, your mind was flooded with memories of your past. The tears you would cry when your mom would leave in search of a fix, the chair you would push against your bedroom door when you were afraid of your mom’s latest drug dealing boyfriend. The images haunted you, the anxiety and fear seeping into your body. You thought that part of your life was over, that you had gone through the fire, coming out the other side a stronger person, but maybe you were wrong.

The car came to a sudden halt, having reached its destination. Sonny unbuckled his seatbelt and looked over at you. Ever since your mom left for rehab, you seemed distant, distracted. It worried him, but whenever he brought up the subject, you would just smile and brush him off. Not wanting to push you to talk, he decided the next best thing was to just be there for you during this time, support you as best he could.

You stared at the house, the lights coming from the windows made it look so cheery and inviting. Thoughts began to fill your head, “What was it like to grow up in a home like this? Is this what Sonny wants? Could I give that to him?” Closing your eyes, you braced yourself for the evening, the noise, the people, the not so subtle hints of marriage and children. “Not tonight. I can’t do this tonight.” You thought, reaching for Sonny’s hand as he opened the door. “Sonny,” you said, trying to suppress your panic.

Before he could answer, there was a loud bang on the window, making you jump. Sonny laughed, as his nieces and nephews pummeled the car in snowballs, shouting his name, “Uncle Sonny! Uncle Sonny!” He got out of the car, promptly getting hit with a snowball, “Hey c’mon kids! Not the car!” They ran back into the house to announce your arrival. He dusted the snow off his coat, laughing as he walked around to your side of the car.

Opening the passenger door for you, he took your hand, intertwining your fingers. “What were you sayin’ earlier doll?” He looked so happy, grinning from ear to ear as you both walked up to the house, you pushed down the uneasy feeling settling in your stomach. “It’s nothing, never mind.” You said, plastering a smile on your face once again.

“So, Y/N, when are ya gonna make an honest man out of my little brother.” Sonny’s sister casually asked at the dinner table, making you drop your fork with a clang. You had barely sat down to eat and the questions on marriage and family were already starting.

“Teresa, seriously. C’mon!” Sonny replied.

“What? What’d I say? Ya know everyone has been thinking it. Ma’ is dyin’ over here waitin’ for her baby boy to settle down.”

Bella Carisi threw a piece of bread at her sister from across the table, “Teresa mind your own damn business. They’ll get married when they get married.” Sonny placed his hand under the table, giving your knee a tight squeeze. He could feel your body tense up next to him as the two sisters bickered over your nuptials.

Mrs. Carisi took a sip of wine before reprimanding her daughters. “Girls! Manners please! It’s Sunday, can’t we just have a nice family meal?” Once everyone had settled down, she turned her attention to you. “You know, Y/N. I was cleaning out the attic this weekend and guess what I found? Nonna Carisi’s old wedding dress. It’s beautiful, you should see it. I would be happy to save it for you….if you and Sonny ever decide to…....”

You wanted to run out of that house screaming, the pressure of getting married, having kids, settling down was bearing down on you like a vice. You clenched your fist, your nails digging into the flesh of your palm as you listened to the woman. “Ya know, Sonny was Nonna Carisi’s favorite.” She winked at Sonny, making him blush. “It would mean so much if you wore that dress. Maybe later tonight we can go try it on, just for fun.”

Sonny interjected, throwing his hands up in the air with exasperation, even he was getting a little annoyed with them. “Ma, please. Let’s just eat and enjoy the evening.”

“See….what I’d tell ya?” Teresa said motioning over to her mother. The rest of the dinner continued as such, family members talking about children, PTAs, marriages, and mortgages. You sat there trying to join the conversation but your head was somewhere else.

After dinner, you excused yourself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face before meandering your way into the living room. Walking up to the fireplace, you looked at all the pictures gracing the mantle. Photos of vacations, graduations, new babies, marriages, these beautiful moments frozen in time. It was almost as if they were taunting you.

What were you doing here? You didn’t belong here with this perfect little family. Suddenly, the room felt too hot, you took big gulps of air trying to keep the bile from rising up in your throat before walking out the front door. Standing on the front lawn, the white snow crunching under your feet, you stopped and closed your eyes, letting the cold air wash over you.

“Doll? What are you doin’?” Sonny walked over to you. “It’s freezing out here.” He rubbed your arms, trying to bring some warmth back into your body.

“I’m ok….just needed some air.” He nodded his head before motioning to the door, “You coming back in?”

“Yeah…..just give me a minute. Please?” He looked at you for a second, his face etched with worry before leaning forward and giving you a quick kiss. “Don’t stay out here too long.” He said before stepping back inside.

The cold numbed your body, you embraced it, focusing on the sharp stinging sensation, rather than the pain you felt in your heart. You stood there, listening to the sound of laughter coming from inside the house, feeling like an outsider, a fraud. The walls that Sonny had broken down were beginning to rebuild themselves. This is where you belong, not inside, not with Sonny. You belong out here, alone where you can’t mess anything up, where you can’t get hurt. With a heavy heart you walked back into the house, you now knew what you had to do next.

The drive back was silent, no noise except for the hum of the engine. Sonny turned his head a few times, mouth opening as if he was about to speak, but the look on your face stopped him. You stared straight ahead, watching the tail lights of other cars while you mulled over what you would tell Sonny.

You both entered the apartment, peeling off your jackets and snow crusted boots. Sonny followed you into the living room, the calm before the inevitable storm lingered in the air. “Ok, doll. You gotta say somethin’, I’m going crazy over here. What’s goin’ on?”

You stared at the floor, not knowing where to even begin. “Is that what you want?” You mumbled.

Sonny walked towards you, cocking his head to the side in confusion. “You’re gonna have to be more specific here.”

“The house! The wife! The 2.5 kids with the collie!” You shouted, feeling exasperated. Sonny smirked, trying to make light of the conversation. He knew his family had put the pressure on you both about your future together. “Well personally I never got where that “.5” came from and we don’t have to get a collie. We can adopt from a shelter or whatever.”

You shook your head, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. “Please don’t joke right now. I’m serious, do you want to get married and settle down?”

Sonny sighed, moving to sit on the couch, running a hand through his wind messed hair. Of course he wanted to get married and have children, he wanted that with you, but there was always an underlying fear to admit it. “Well….yeah I do…..and…. I want that with you. Don’t you?”

You joined him on the couch, staring into his eyes filled with such hope about your future together. “I don’t know…...I don’t know if that’s something I can give you right now.”

For a split second, a look of disappointment flashed across his face before he masked it with a nervous smile. “Well hey, that’s ok. We’ve got time.”

“What if I can’t ever give that to you.” You whispered. Sonny furrowed his eyebrows, watching you with concern. “What do you mean?”

“I mean….maybe I’m not the right person for you.”

He gently reached for your hand, afraid that you would crumble under his touch. “Come on don’t say that. I love you, we have a good thing goin’ on.” You pulled away, afraid if he touched you further, you wouldn’t have the strength to continue.

“It’s been great but let’s face it, sooner or later you’re going to want something more and I just can’t do that.” The tears you tried so hard to hold back began streaming down your cheeks, you truly meant what you said. You both were from two different worlds, you didn't believe you were capable of giving Sonny what he wanted. “I mean what are we doing together? You have this perfect wonderful family and this fairytale image of what life is like and I don’t. That’s not where I come from, that’s not who I am.”

He shook his head vehemently, beginning to get upset at your words. As if you were assuming what he wanted and expected of this relationship. “You know I don’t expect a fairytale life. I just want you.” Your heart crumbled hearing the pleading tone in his voice.

“We’re just too different Sonny. It’s not you it’s-,” Sonny interrupted you, angry and frustrated. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare use some bullshit cliche like that on me!”

“Well it’s true isn’t it?!” You lept off the couch, turning to face him. “We can keep up this facade for a while but those differences are going to become more apparent and pull us apart.” Sonny stood, reaching out for you, his hands cupping your face. You tried to struggle, to break free, but you just couldn’t. Your heart wouldn’t let you. “That’s not true. We love each other, isn’t that enough?” Sonny wiped the tears from your face, feeling his own eyes begin to water up. “We love each other, Y/N.” He kept repeating the phrase, desperately trying to convince you. “We love each other…...right?” He whispered, the pain audible in his voice.

Standing there in silence, you wanted to scream, “Yes, I love you!” Instead, you did the hardest thing you ever had to do, you kept telling yourself it was the right thing to do, Sonny deserved better. You stepped away from his hold, “It’s not enough. I just can’t do this anymore. Let’s be happy with what we had and just end this now before it’s too late.”

You walked to the door, silently crying as you put your jacket and boots back on. Sonny ran after you, practically pulling you towards him. He clutched your shoulders, making you stare into his blue eyes now filled with tears. “You don’t mean that. Come on, this is just a fight and we’ll get over it and it’ll be fine.”

“I don’t think so, Sonny. Not this time.” You tugged yourself free and opened the door before hearing him call your name, one last desperate attempt to get you back. “Y/N…...please….don’t.” Your whole body shook as you choked back a sob. You turned around one last time, unable to help yourself, “I’m sorry. Goodbye.” You left him standing in the foyer, quietly closing the door behind you.

“I miss you, Sonny.”

Sonny nodded his head. He had missed you so much this last month-your smile, your laugh, the smell of your shampoo, even. The apartment wasn’t the same without you, it wasn’t home without you. “I miss you too.”

You finally looked up at him, those four words giving you a glimmer of hope. “Please tell me it’s not too late, that I can still fix this.”

He frowned at your words. Sonny had always worn his heart on his sleeve, he was an open book. The love he felt for you was different than anything he had ever experienced before. When you left, you took a part of him with you, leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed.

“You left before, Y/N. How do I know you won’t do it again? I don’t-“ he paused, bending forwards to rest in his head in his hands, tugging at the ends of his hair and sighing. “I don’t think I could take it if you left me again, doll.” He admitted, voice cracking at the end.

Furiously shaking your head, you tentatively reached out for his hand and a wave of relief crashed over you when he didn’t pull away. “I won’t. I-“ pausing, you tried to find the right words to say. “I thought maybe if I left, you’d find someone who could make you happier. Someone who could give you everything you deserve-a marriage, kids.”

Your whole body was shaking as adrenaline coursed through your veins trying to save whatever was left of the relationship you had damaged. “I’m so scared of you realizing that I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. All I know is that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone and I'll do whatever it takes to prove that to you. I should have had more faith. In us. In what we have.”

“I always believed in us. I always believed in you. I just wish you could have too.” He sadly said. You took a moment and looked at the man who had stolen your heart completely. He looked tired, worn, the bags under his once bright blue eyes showed he hadn’t been sleeping well. It just about broke you to know that you were the one who caused that pain.

Taking your free hand, you gently cupped his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “I never really had a home growing up, and then I met you and everything changed. It seemed too good to be true. But you are my home, Sonny. I don’t want to let that go. I can’t let you go.”

You felt the tears begin to pool in your eyes, desperation clawing at your insides. “I’ll leave, if you want me to. But I’m begging you, please don’t let me go,” you whispered.

He leaned his head into your touch, kissing your palm. “I’ll never let you go. I’ll always be here for you.” Moving closer, he took your face in his hands, kissing your tear streaked cheeks before softly kissing you on the lips.

“Besides, this isn’t all on you. I should’ve realized you were struggling. I never meant to rush you into anythin’, I hope you know that. The last thing I want is for you to feel like we’re not in this together. I would love nothing more than to marry you, to start a family together. But If you’re not ready, if you’re never ready, it’s not a sacrifice. Just bein’ with you is more than enough for me.”

You felt lighter than you had in months, the laugh escaping your body one of both relief and disbelief.

“I can’t believe you’re the one apologizing here.” You shook your head, turning towards Sonny to run a finger across his lips. You missed the way they felt, they way he tasted.

Quietly, you inched forward, allowing yourself to press your own lips to his, Sonny sinking into the kiss almost instantly.

“I love you, Sonny,” you whispered.

“I love you too, doll.” Turning his head to deepen the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were like a moth to flame, unable to tear yourself away from him for even a moment.

The room felt electrified as Sonny’s tongue sought entrance into your mouth, making you moan softly at his eagerness. His hands moved to your waist, gently pulling you into his lap to which you lifted your dress and straddled him, continuing the kiss, not wanting to come up for air. His hands rested on your thighs, gently squeezing them as you began to grind against him. You could feel your lace panties growing wet as Sonny’s thick, hard length pressed against your center, leaving Sonny groaning as he began to lick and kiss a trail down your neck, tongue tracing your clavicle.

Sonny’s hands roamed your form, slowly reaching behind you to unzip your dress. “Is this ok, doll?”

Nodding your head, you stood up to let your dress pool around your feet. Sonny got off the couch, staring at you with such an intensity that you couldn’t help but blush under his gaze. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, his fingertips ghosting over your body sending a jolt straight to your core, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each uneven breath you took.

“Take me to bed.” You whispered. Sonny reached around your body to cup your ass as you wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him hard and whimpering when he pulled your lower lip between his teeth, carrying you to the bedroom with fervor.

The two of you barely made it past the doorway before Sonny had you pressed against the wall, fumbling to lower your bra straps quick enough. “I’ve missed you so much,” He panted, pressing small kisses to the now exposed skin. You squirmed under his touch, desperate to have him inside you but willing yourself to take your time, to savor every moment.

“Think I know a way I can show you.” You exhaled, begging Sonny to let you down so that you could sink onto your knees.

He didn’t take much convincing.

Staring up at the man in front of you, you felt your mouth start to water in anticipation. He looked so good like this, eyes dark and focused, the muscles twitching in his arm as he held your hair back.

Kissing his length that was straining against his sweats, you watched Sonny’s head fall back as he let out the neediest moan. Knowing that you had such an effect on him left you feeling hot all over, wanted in the best way.

Freeing Sonny from the confines of his clothes, you took him into your mouth, tasting the flood of saltiness from his precum.

“Oh fuck.” He cursed as you lowered your head further, your hand stroking him in tune with your motions. “Feels so good.” Smiling at his words, you sped up, hands falling to rub his thighs as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, giving him control. Sonny groaned, stroking your check with his thumb as he thrusted into your mouth. You knew he was getting close by the way his legs were shaking, breaths coming in short and uneven.

With one last thrust, Sonny withdrew himself and guided you back onto your feet and towards the bed where he laid you down, his own body surrounding you with warmth as he held you close. You could feel his hardened length pressing along your thigh as he kissed down your neck, the sensation driving you wild with need.

“Sonny, please.” You whimpered, desperate with need while he continued his descent down your body. He chuckled against your skin, “It’s my turn now doll.”

Taking his tongue, he flicked it against your nipple before pulling the hardened bud into his mouth, tugging lightly with his teeth while he pinched the other. You gasped, arching into his touch while you threaded your hands through his hair. Releasing with a pop, he moved to the other breast to repeat his actions.

He licked a trail down to your hips, the wet marks provided a cooling sensation against your warm skin. Gently biting down on one hip, he kissed his way across to your other hip, his fingers running up and down your slit through the lace of your panties. Sonny pulled them off, looking down at your glistening core, groaning before settling himself between your thighs.

His tongue ran up your center before he took your clit in his mouth, massaging it with his tongue, moaning as he continued to lick you with enthusiasm.

He pulled away, biting down on your inner thigh, “Fuck, I missed this so much.” Sonny dove back in, eating you as if it was his last meal. The noises you made combined with the taste of your essence was intoxicating. His head nodded between your thighs, the sound of your wetness smacking against his lips along with your moans and whimpers filled the room. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you took in large gulps of air, you felt as if your whole body was on fire.

“Oh God, Sonny…..so good.” You sat up watching him devour you, his blue eyes boring into your eyes, hooded with lust as he nibbled on your nub.

Moving two of his fingers beneath his chin, he slowly plunged them into your sheath, thrusting into your core. You fell back on the bed, your eyes rolling back in your head as he crooked his fingers to find your sweet spot. Grabbing him by the hair, you grinded down against him, it had been so long since you felt his touch, your heart felt like it would implode in your chest. You clung to the headboard with one hand, needing to steady yourself as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, “Fuck, I’m so close.”

His tongue swirled around you faster while his fingers stroked the inside your walls. Sonny hummed as he sucked hard on your clit, the vibrations sending you over the edge. Your thighs clenched around his head as you arched your back, practically screaming his name. Draping his forearm across your hips, he held you down, his fingertips digging hard into your skin while you bucked up against his face. Releasing you from his mouth, he licked the evidence of your arousal off your thighs and lower lips, before giving your feminine core one final kiss.

Crawling back up to meet you, you took Sonny’s face into your hands, kissing him deeply and sighing at the taste of yourself on his tongue. “Need to feel you, please.”

Smiling softly, Sonny took one hand to guide himself inside you, the other resting beside your head for support. Every moment Sonny took filling you up felt like the sweetest torture, the raw need and relief evident in both of your voices as soon as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Sonny groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and facing the ceiling. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling his muscles tense and relax underneath pale, smooth skin.

Sonny opened his eyes, blue eyes clouded with lust but staring at you so sweetly, he lowered himself back on top of you, cradling your head in his hands as he continued his movements. His pace so dangerously slow, he watched in amusement as you wrapped your legs around him, desperately reaching out for him as if to say I need more.

“Tell me what you want.” He teased, one hand reaching down to circle your clit as he fucked you, causing you to lose all train of thought. Instead of words, the only sounds leaving your mouth were a string of curses and oh Gods, followed by you screaming out Sonny’s name the second he sped up his pace.

You didn’t think you could take it much longer. You needed him, wanted him in every way possible.

Lifting your hips off the bed, you met Sonny thrust for thrust, pushing against his chest with your hands. Sonny knew what you wanted without you having to say it, and soon he was flipping the two of you over, you sitting in Sonny’s lap as he rested against the headboard.

You waited until Sonny tried to catch his breath to lift yourself off of him, grinning in satisfaction when he groaned, fingers digging into your hips so hard they were turning white as you sank back down.

“So wet, baby.” He tried to say between shaky breaks, “this all for me?” Nodding, you let your head fall back, hands firmly planted on Sonny’s sweat slicked chest, realizing you were soaking Sonny’s thighs and the bedsheets with your arousal.

“No, wanna see you.” He commanded, and you whimpered at the hoarse, rough edge in his voice. “Wanna see your face when you cum.”

“Cum with me?” You panted, leaning forward to wrap your arms around Sonny’s neck as you continued to ride him, harder and faster with desperation.

Sonny laughed, cut off by a strangled cry as you squeezed around him. “Christ, what are you doin’ to me? I’m not gonna last, love.” Hands flying everywhere, Sonny used one to grip onto the soft flesh of your bottom as he fucked up into you, the other fondling your breast as he pulled you closer, sucking your hardened nipple into his mouth and teasing the bud with his tongue.

Soon, the stimulation became too much, and you were whimpering into Sonny’s shoulder, body shaking as you felt your release quickly approaching. Biting down on his shoulder, you felt your walls begin to flutter against his cock while his thrusts became more erratic. Sonny pulled you off his shoulder, placing his hand on your neck, forcing you to meet his eyes. He stared at you, pupils blown, his brow furrowed, mouth open and breaths coming in short pants, sweat beading on his forehead.

Your nails dug into his skin, leaving half moon indentations. “Sonny, I’m,” you gasped, that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach tightening, ready to explode. He took his thumb and brushed it lightly against your lips, “Let go for me baby girl. Let me hear you.”

His words sent you over the edge, crying out before kissing Sonny hard, your release overtaking you. He quickly followed, moaning against your lips, pulsating inside you as he spilled his seed. You both clung to each other as waves of pleasure consumed your bodies, he continued to move against you, prolonging your orgasms before slowing his thrusts. Tucking your face into the crook of his neck, you softly moaned, peppering him with light kisses while you came back down to earth.

Sonny kissed your shoulder before resting his head against it, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck….that was amazing.” You nodded, still tucked away against his skin, the exhaustion of the day combined with the intensity of your orgasm began to overwhelm you. Tears fell down your cheeks, dropping onto Sonny’s neck. He pulled away when he heard you sniffle, cupping your face in his hands, “What’s wrong? Are you ok? Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, “No, it’s not that….. I’m just so happy. I love you so much.” He smiled, resting his forehead against yours, “I love you too...so much.” Sonny kissed away your tears before laying back in the bed, bringing you down with him. He rested his cheek against the top of your head, the smell of your shampoo still lingering, he inhaled deeply, the scent bringing him comfort before closing his eyes. Laying your head against Sonny’s chest, you could hear his heart beating, the rhythmic sound lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

@obfuscateyummy @fortheloveofallthingsraul @sonnshineandrainbows @whatmarisays @sleepylunarwolf @djesusgetnaked @hellosupernaturaldoctor @lip-sync @rachael052484 @thehybridsqueen @rafi-esparza @imagine-hopper @dailypeterscanavino @fordhamlaw @crazymilasworld @fandomsvault @paradise-svu @holocatic @madpanda75 @dreila03 @honeycarisi @lilbabychilton @letty-o @lyssa1385 @sweetsummertime99 @burnings0rrows @sonnysdoll

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi fic #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi fan #sonny carisi x reader #carisi fic #carisi imagine #carisi

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gigilberry · 6 years

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Pssst!! Tell me more about your ocs!!!

AKHGKHKHG THANK YE (*≧∇≦)p ♡♡♡♡♡

OK SO I’ll start with Laila!

-Laila’s really tall, like 6 ft. She’s also rather shy and introverted, so she’s often hunching up her shoulders and trying to make herself look smaller.

-Laila’s a lesbian! And so far the only people who know are her three friends and the girl she’s got a big crush on. Her family is very open minded and they’ll probably be fine with her the way she is, but because Laila’s so self conscious about things it’s just gonna feel really awkward for her to tell them (her sister’s probably already figured it out though ^3^”).

-Her younger sister’s name is Akilah (means intelligence, wise). I based her a bit off of my sister, in that she’s the one who acts like she’s older and tries to look after Laila. She sees that her older sister is introverted and hesitant and so she tries to either boss her around or help her out. A good bean, has some strong leadership skills!

-Laila’s friends with 3 girls: Hailey Jensen, Josephine Ramirez, and Charlotte Mendal. Of those three Hailey’s the friend she’s known the longest and who is her best friend.

-Laila likes collecting small, miscellaneous things that remind her of different places and making scrapbooks. She often misplaces them though haha. (^^;) But that doesn’t stop her and Hailey from getting together to do crafting and DIYs as often as they can and thus Laila’s room is filled with their creations.

-She’s definitely got a bulletin board hanging over her desk where she pins up photos and postcards and anything else she likes.

-Laila’s favorite person in the entire world is her grandma whom she calls Nonna. Her Nonna is the one who helped her and her sister with reading and writing when they were little and taught Laila to speak Urdu. When Laila was young she also introduced her and her sister to these old comic books that used to be her mother’s and that’s how Laila learnt a little bit of Hindi too. Sometimes Laila takes them out of their boxes and flips through them when she’s feeling sentimental.

-In Laila’s house the cooking alternates between Laila’s mother and her grandmother, and her father is not allowed to cook anything inside the kitchen because he has nothing resembling cooking skills.

Now, some facts about Hailey:

-Hailey’s mother is a baker and her family owns one of the best bakeries in town.

-Hailey inherited the talent from her mother and she can bake things too. It’s how she often goes around smelling like cinnamon and vanilla.

-Hailey’s got one little brother who likes TMNT and whom she mostly ignores because he always used to tease her and Laila (she still calls him Sergeant Stinkbrain btw).

-Hailey’s just a little shorter than Laila, and comes build with messy blonde hair and very pinchable cheeks. But underneath her chubbiness she’s got some nice, strong arms that catch people by surprise.

-Whenever Hailey gets excited talking about something she tends to speak with her hands and that means that people’ll have to lean away a little if they want to avoid getting accidentally smacked in the face.

-Hailey’s the one who got Laila into doing crafty things and they’re the most enthusiastic of their friend group about doing them. She’s also the one who helped her branch out so that they could acquire more friends in middle school.

And that’s some facts about two of my OCs! Now let’s hear about two of yours! (pretty please?(≧∪≦) )

#laila kazemi #hailey jensen #thrown for a loop #tfal #asks

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authorgirl1111 · 6 years

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After I graduated highschool, I didn’t get into University, so I graduated and for two years I was out of school. I spent 6months unemployed, before my aunt gave me a job to take care and live with my maternal grandmother (who I called Nonna, which literally means Grandmother)

it wasn’t much only 200 dollars a month, (lower then that originally, but then upped to 200 just to make it easier for my aunt)

After a few months I started to put a hundred dollars away, I had a dream of travelling to Europe, (still do) so I put the money away. And after a while I had around 1000 dollars in my Europe account.

I never went to Europe.

See, in order to reapply to York I decided to take a 3credit Bridging program. If I got a B in the course I would be automatically accepted into York.

Problem? The course cost around $700-$800 and my fee waiver, didn’t cover the cost since I technically was not actually I student yet. (My dad works at the university I go too, because of that my tuition is covered by the university.)

I had to pull it out of my travel savings account. And since I had no impulse control once I did that, I spent the rest of the 300 dollars on other meaningless things.

That summer however, my grandmother was admitted into the hospital, and my only source of income dried up.

This isn’t a ‘woe is me’ story. (Ok it is a little) however this is me telling you, to save your money.

Have a pre-set amount you put aside. Whether it’s a percentage of each cheque you get, or a certain amount every month.

If you have to tell yourself, it’s so you can vacation in France, then tell yourself its so you can vacation in France. Who knows you might actually save enough to vacation in France.

As much as it crushed me, I would have been screwed if it hadn’t been for the fact that I had enough foresight to decide that I wanted my money saved. Even if I ended up not spending it on the thing I actually wanted.

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sasuhinasno1fan · 7 years

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Best start to the Christmas break

@adrelianafernandes I’m your secret santa for the @mlsecretsanta and you get my very first ML story. Seriously, I’ve done a ML Au but never an actual ML story, so I hope you enjoy. You said you don’t mind spoilers so there are a few hinted, but I tried to make sure things weren’t too horrible. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and Merry Christmas.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this earlier!” Nino loudly complained as he and Adrien pulled on their coats to face the cold outside. It was the last day of classes and break was starting the day after for the Christmas holiday. “Dude, any other time we’d be celebrating your dad not being in the country, but this time he’s not in the country, you’ll be home by yourself and all of your friends also happen to be going on vacations themselves. Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“You were really excited for your trip and I at least thought Natalie would be staying back but the only person who’ll be at home with me is Gorilla and he’s only on call when I need a ride outside the house. Other than that, its security systems and ordering food.”

Nino looked at Adrien with such a look, like he was trying to figure out if Adrien was serious. “There is something wrong with you. But dude seriously? You really want celebrate Christmas by yourself?”

“Not really, but I don’t want you to cancel your trip just for me. I’ll be fine trust me.”

Nino looked like he didn’t believe Adrien, but there wasn’t much he could do. To ask him to go with him would end up with a resounding no and even if he could, he was sure Mr. Agreste would put his foot down. He threw an arm around Adrien’s shoulders, pulling his best friend in close.

“I want you to know I’m mad you didn’t say anything and I’ll be feeling really guilty. But you’ve got to promise me you’ll text and call me whenever you feel lonely ok? I’m serious, I go the whole break without you contacting me, and I’m flying back over here.”

“Alright, ok. I promise. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

The two stopped in front of the silver car waiting for Adrien. Nino pulled the blond boy in for a hug.

“You had better. Have a good break at least though.”

“I will. Get me a souvenir will you?”

“Sure. Later dude.” The two pounded fist before Adrien climbed into his car with a final wave, leaving Nino staring at the departing car. He jumped when someone wrapped their arms around his waist.

“Aww, is someone gonna miss their bro?” Alya teased, Marinette giggling nearby.

“You would to, especially after you found out he’s spending the whole break alone because he’s dad flying off to this fashion show.”

“Whoa, hold up.” Alya turned her boyfriend around so he could face them. “Gabriel Agreste is actually leaving his house, let alone France? And Adrien isn’t going with him?”

“Apparently there’s a photoshoot that’s been booked day after Christmas so he has to be here for it. But yep, Adrien’s spending the whole break by himself.”

“Alone? Isn’t his dad’s assistant staying with him?” Marinette asked

“She’s going with him. Only his bodyguard will be there and he’s technically on call. Ugg, I wish he told me earlier. I would have asked him to come with us.” Nino complained

“Same here. I mean he might already know Italy, but at least he has my siblings to keep him busy.” Alya said. “Christmas by himself, that’s horrible.”

“Yeah.” Marinette said, looking forlorn. She couldn’t believe this was happening to Adrien. She wanted to do something, anything to help.

“This isn’t what I meant.” Marinette muttered, loud enough for her grandmother to hear.

“So you don’t want to invite the boy to dinner?” the tall young grandmother asked, a knowing look on her face. She might have gotten a few things wrong about her granddaughter after seeing her again from so long, but it wasn’t like she was going to get everything wrong. She knew how Marinette felt about the boy. She had been a gleeful mess after receiving his gift on her birthday and she noticed the collage of pictures on her wall.

“I do, I just didn’t think we’d do this.”

Honestly when she was talking to her grandmother, while her dad was bringing up a few of the pastries he swiped from downstairs, and told her what she had found out that day, the idea of inviting him to dinner was brought up. Her dad was already planning on making more food than usual with the appearance of his mom so they had more than enough. She just didn’t think that when her grandmother offered to drive her around the city on her bike to see the life of everything, they’d be stopping at Adrien’s mansion.

“That son of mine is making more than enough food to feed an army and what kind of grandmother would I be if I left a poor child to celebrate Christmas alone? Maybe he can stay the whole break, it’s only about two weeks?”

“Nonna! He can’t do that!” Marinette yelled.

“Oh yes, because you wouldn’t be able to function correct? I’m teasing my dear, don’t worry. I’m not that horrible, to make you have your crush be with you for that long. It’s just dinner. He comes over, admires your designs, we eat and then play video games. Maybe something else happens.” Gina teased

“Nonna!” Poor Marinette could feel her face becoming more and more red. What did she do to deserve this? She watched her grandmother ring the doorbell and tried not to squirm as they waited for an answer. She gave a jolt when the camera eye came popping out of its home, Gina not seeming to mind, but allowing her granddaughter to hold onto her arm tightly.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is Adrien at home?”

“May I ask whose calling?”

“Gina Dupain, Marinette’s grandmother.”

“Oh, yes of course. Please come in, the door’s unlocked.”

“Not very safe.”

Marinette shrugged as the gates opened and they walked up the path, “if you meet his bodyguard you’d say differently. That and I’m more than sure there are other security measures. Famous fashion designer and all that.”

They eventually got to the front door where Adrien was waiting, a familiar blue scarf wrapped around his neck to help keep the cold away.

“Hi Marinette, and Ms. Dupain. What are you doing here?” Adrien asked after he let the two ladies in.

“My boy, I hear that you are spending your whole break by yourself.”

“Oh, uh, yes I am. But it’s fine.”

“Fine? I am a grandmother and I do not approve of having any child alone on such a happy occasion. Now I understand if you want to spend your break here, but I insist that you come have dinner with us tonight and if you like the food-”

“Which I probably will. Your family is full of amazing cooks.” Adrien complimented, making Marinette turn slightly red again.

“Flatter. Well, then I’m going to have to drag you back for Christmas dinner.”

“Oh, ma’am I couldn’t. Really.” Adrien tried refusing

“Don’t think you can win this against me young man.”

“Adrien, trust me. You don’t want to go up against her. But if you really don’t want to, we completely understand. But, um, well, we would like it. My dad was already starting to make the quiche you like.”

“Well…usually my father would be against it, but he went to Italy while he left me here, so what he doesn’t know won’t kill him. I’ll be honoured to join you for dinner. Thank you.” Adrien finally agreed

Gina clapped her hands, “excellent. Now, any chance you have a ride to the house? I didn’t think this through and brought Marinette with me on my bike you’re both tiny, but I wouldn’t think of even trying to fit us all on that.”

“Gorilla hasn’t left yet. He could drive us all, and you’re more than welcome to leave your bike here and collect it later this evening.” Adrien offered.

“Oh I couldn’t leave my bike here. I like the cold air against my face. How about Marinette goes with you?”

Marinette didn’t know whether to kill her grandmother or be slightly happy at the idea of being in a close space with Adrien.

“If that’s ok with you?” Adrien asked, looking for an answer.

“Uh, sure.”

“Alright then. I’ll go grab my coat. Thank you again. Ah, Gorilla.” The tall, muscular man came out from what Marinette remembered as the dining room. “Marinette and her family invited me over for dinner tonight. Is it ok if before you take the night off you can drop us off at her house?” Gorilla narrowed his eyes like he was trying to convey something to Adrien, which he seemed to understand. “Dad doesn’t have to know. Please?” the bodyguard stared down his charge before pulling out car keys, leaving Adrien smiling. “Thank you Gorilla. I’ll go get my coat.”

“How did he do that?” Gina asked

“We don’t question it. It’s a normal for us, but is the matchmaking necessary?”

“Would you try if I didn’t?”

Damn, her grandmother was good; it was like hanging out with an older Alya.

“You’ll thank me later, don’t worry.”

“Ok, I’m ready. Shall we go?” Adrien asked

Marinette tried to keep her composure as Adrien let her into the car first. It was fine, it was fine. Adrien was just joining them for dinner, like when he came over for video game practise, and her parents kept offering food. Oh she hoped they didn’t act too embarrassing.

“Thanks again for inviting me to dinner. You really didn’t have to.”

“No of course. We heard that your dad was leaving here, everyone was really upset they were leaving on trips and leaving you without anyone but I almost forgot I’m staying here. I was just really scared to ask you though.”

“Well I’m glad you did. My dad had the cook prepare me meals that fit my diet and apparently I need to lose a few pounds so I’m more than ready to eat anything other than that.”

Loose pounds? Adrien was one of the skinniest people she knew. He has some form of muscle – no Marinette did not stare him down on the days he wore more form fitting clothes – but compared to most of the guys in their class he was defiantly smaller.

“Well my parents love feeding you.” She reminded him

“And I can’t wait. So what were you planning on doing over the break? Since everyone else was away?”

Marinette shrugged, fiddling with a fold in her pink infinity scarf. “Help me parents in the bakery, take walks, finish my designs.”

“Designs? I almost forgot you’re a designer. Are you working on something new?”

Now Marinette felt shy and nervous. Adrien was the son of her favourite designer and he had modelled clothes from so many other designers. What would he think of her first fashion line?

“Um, well, I uh, I’m working on my first fashion line that I’m planning on releasing on my new fashion blog. It’s um, Chat Noir fashion?”

“Wait, really? That sounds so cool.”

“Really? You think so?”

“Yeah. I’ve heard some people talk about Ladybug fashion but not Chat Noir. What made you decide that?”

“Well remember the discussion we had in class about how the city has updated it systems to help with all the Akuma attacks? I got really upset that some people thought Chat Noir wasn’t useful. I’ve been saved by him a few times and while he’s been a bit of a flirt, he’s a really nice guy and I think he should be shown that.”

Adrien gave her a really kind smile. “I think he’d really appreciate it. Do you need models for pictures? I’d be really happy to help.”

“Really? But you model all the time.”

“I know, but I’d like to do one I really like. If that’s ok?”

“Y-yeah, if you want. A couple of the other guys are going to be helping me so I’ve been making clothes that fit them. I can draw something up while we’re waiting for dinner?”

“As long as there are no feathers. The hat you made was amazing but I don’t want to be a sneezing mess during the shoot.” Adrien teased, to which Marinette smiled sheepishly.

They finally pulled up to the bakery, Marinette’s grandmother waiting for them at the door.

“Tell your driver I can take you home if he’s ok.” Gina said swinging the door open and going inside, seeing the kids were safe.

“You think he’ll agree to that?” Marinette asked. She knew just how protective Gorilla could be.

“Hey Gorilla, you can use the car for the rest of your break if you let Marinette’s grandmother drive me home. I promise I’ll text you before I leave and when I get back and I’ll take the blame.” Gorilla stared the blond haired boy down but Adrien gave him a convincing smile. “I’ll text you updates throughout the night. And call if I really need you.” That seemed to satisfy him as he nodded and pulled away from the curb leaving the two teenagers outside the bakery. “You just need to learn what to tell him to satisfy him. Shall we?”

Adrien graciously greeted her parents who were still doing sales in the bakery, her grandmother joining them.

“You two can hang out in Marinette’s room while we finish here. Mari, do you think you can keep an ear out for the oven?” her mother asked as she rang up a costumer.

“Sure mom. Um, come on up.” Marinette lead Adrien up the stairs to the apartment and eventually into her room, or would have if she didn’t suddenly remember something, like a collage of some sort. “Ah! Adrien, uh, um, can you stay here for a second?”

“Is everything ok?” He asked, tilting his head like a cat

“yes, just um, stay here!” she quickly disappeared into her room, quickly rushing to pull down all the pictures she had of him, shoving them under her breath, also making sure her schedule was locked in place in case Adrien got curious. She swung the door back open when she was done, Adrien blinking up at her still confused. “Come in.”

“Is that buster skirt for Rose?” Adrien asked, noticing the clothing rack of black and green clothing on one side of the Marinette’s room as he pulled his coat.

“Yeah. How did you know?”

“It looks like something she’d wear. I guess it’s the amount ruffles.”

“She made me promise to make her a cat eared headband as well to go with it.” Marinette said, walking over to the clothing rack and pulling it over to them. “Can you guess which other stuff go to the others?”

“Oh challenge accepted.” Adrien said, a smug smirk on his face as he walked to stand in front of the rack. “Those joggers have to go with Nino and that shirt is obviously suited for Juleka. The cat keyhole back is perfect for her. Hmm, the tank top…that’s a tough one. Alix maybe? She dresses for sports and it has a sporty look, not too loose and flowy.”

“You’re good.” Marinette said impressed

“I might model the clothes but I’ve gotten good at realising people’s style. Did you design them especially for them?”

“I wanted them to be comfortable in them. I sketched out a few ideas and they confirmed and I Chat Noired it up.”

“These look really amazing. How long have you planning this? This had to take you forever.”

Marinette shrugged. “A few weeks maybe and besides, they’re nothing like your dad’s designs.”

“Yeah, they’re better. But don’t tell him I said that. He’d just make me do more photo shoots as punishment and then I wouldn’t be able to help you.” Adrien said with a smile, that Marinette shared with him.

“That would be bad. Are you sure you want to be in the shoot?”

“Absolutely. I am at your disposal. Plus I have my measurements already so you don’t have to struggle with a tape measure with me.”

“Oh what a shame- I mean, uh, great. I’m going to go check on the food in the oven. Here.” Marinette rushed over to her desk and pulled her sketch book out from its drawer and handed it over to Adrien. “I kinda sketched out outfits for everyone in class when I was starting to think about the idea for the fashion line.” She said opening to the right page and pointed to the sketches for a hoodie with paw prints. “Feel free to get inspired.”

Adrien paged through the book looking at all the Chat Noir inspired clothes, trying to control his smile. He knew Ladybug did get a lot of popularity but it always felt nice when people noticed him. This though, this was something else and he felt so humble that Marinette wanted her first fashion line to celebrate him. He’d have to remember to drop by her house after the shoot was over and thank her. He was focused on the cardigan with an asymmetrical front zip on the last few pages before full designs for Marinette’s models started.

“Find anything?” Marinette asked, the scent of cooked food following her as she closed her door again. “My dad made your favourite quiche by the way.”

“Really? The same one I had the last time I was here? He didn’t have to do that.”

“he remembered how much you liked it last time and since your joining us for dinner he wanted you to at least have it again.” She explained, bravely taking a seat next to Adrien on the chase. She looked at the page he was on in her sketchbook and nodded. “I like that cardigan. I couldn’t really fit it on anyone else.”

“Marinette?” when the pigtailed girl looked right at him he gave her a truly grateful smile. “Thank you, really. You didn’t have to do this, even if you felt bad but you did and your family has been so accommodating. My last Christmas wasn’t the best except for everyone having dinner at my house and I was sure this one would be worse because my dad left me here, but you’ve been making it better. I can’t thank you enough.”

Marinette could feel her cheeks turning red at the sight of such a soft look. She didn’t want him to have a bad holiday but she didn’t think her grandmother insisting would make him so happy.

“It was mostly my Nonna.” She tried directing.

“Still, you and your family didn’t have to but you did and I’m truly grateful. This might end up being the best Christmas holiday ever.”

“I’m glad I was able to make it better.” Marinette said, her face still red but glad she was able to help make his holiday better.

#mlsecretsanta 2k17 #adrienette #ml spoilers #mild spoilers

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risereigncorp · 7 years

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Wednesday morning Lena was going in her car to L-Corp she was thinking again to ask Reign to be her girlfriend. Every day the things were more clear for her. She even missed her the most this weekend because Reign and Oliva went into a trip to New York. She couldn’t go because a work compromise. The press where more into Lena’s sentimental status lately and she was annoyed. Two months since the first picture of them in Metropolis, and also an unbelievably event.

A nights after they were back into National City there were news about an explosion in MetroMagazine destroying half of the building. That magazine shown pictures of Lena, Reign and Olivia the time they were in Metropolis. Lena in a beginning thought it was Lex, but her brother wouldn’t even bothered about it.

Lena took her phone going through the messages until she found the last Lex sent

>L.L: I promise I’ve been good. But maybe you should come when I say it. She’s very brave trying to protect you. Anyway I like the little girl, she have a bright future"

Lena was thinking even when she faced Lex when she went back to Metropolis to LuthorCorp right to Lex’s office. - “Don’t you ever tell me what to do” Lena shouted once Lex’s secretary closed the door of his office “And don’t even dare to do that again”

Lex had this mischievous smile in his face staring at her. He had his hands playing with a dark crystal ball.

“My dearest little sister” Lex sighed standing up from his seat “Is great to see you. You look beautiful” he stated leaving the ball in an urn “Lex I mean it” Lena warned “Lena… Lena…” Lex smiled that way again “if you had have the decency to come instead of leaving your friend and her angelical daughter, which is such a charm, I wouldn’t had to ask them to come without you” Lex took a envelope of his desk “My driver told me that Reign, is it? Of course it is. He told me that she didn’t do anything to decline my invitation with the only condition to leave you alone. Here”

Lena had a deep frown when she took the envelope he gave her. She opened it and there were pictures of her and Reign kissing. Lena gulped getting angry

“If I were you, I would be more cautious with whatever you are doing with this…” Lex did an derogatory gesture “… Reign” “Lex…” “You know, I really don’t mind what you are doing with her, or what she’s doing with you” Lex moved his hands “You know, Liv learned to play Heart and Soul with me in minutes” Lex was thoughtful “I’m not going-” Lena wanted to slap him hard in the face “Oh and father sent you greetings. He have asked about you. He is getting old and sentimental. Funny right?” Lex scoffed Lena gritted her teeth “Stay away from Reign and Olivia” “Or what? Reign can’t protect you or your Superfriend” Lex was having fun “A Luthor with a Super… who would say it… You can go” Lex turned around giving his back to Lena “I really don’t have time to all… this… Be safe” “If I were you Lex, I should keep an eye in your colleagues… they are doing dirty business I’m my city” Lena shot walking to the door “None are proven” Lex hummed smiling -

>Reign: Sorry about last night, I fell asleep and didn’t read your text until I woke up early. I miss you X

Lena bit her lower lip reading the message. It was going to be a really long day until she could see Reign again

Maggie was driving to Luka’s house with Alex. Maggie has a lollipop in her mouth while Alex was reading a file.

“Is going to be fun how he is gonna freak out with the order” Maggie had an smirk in her face “Maggie… This man is full of shit, how can he get away always?” Alex had her eyes on the files “Money Danvers… always money” Maggie pulled out the lollipop “And as far as I know this city works the same as Gotham” “Does Gayle Marsh given you more information?” Alex glanced Maggie “Nope” Maggie did a pop sound saying it “I think she’s jealous or something about Lena” Maggie smiled cheeky “Just as you when I told you about her” “I wasn’t jealous about her” Alex tried to sound convincing “Sure Danvers” Maggie smiled again proud “pick up my phone and text Reign”

Alex was calling Reign when they saw a firetruck in the entrance of Luka’s home more than half of the building was destroyed. Maggie could park her car next to the police ones. She and Alex had to show their identifications to go near the scene. Luka was talking really agitated to a policeman. Olivia was sat with a fireman wearing his helmet

“Miss you can’t entry-”

An officer tried to stop Maggie who was walking fast with Alex towards Luka. She in one hand gesture shown her identification making the man walk backwards

“Mr D'Berona… what?” Maggie was confused “You instead of putting your noses around what I do for living should be investigating who is trying to kill me” Luka faced Maggie angry “Mr D'Berona maybe you should calm down, what happened?” Alex tried to reason with him “My fucking home exploded, IT IS NOT OBVIOUS” Luka yelled “first someone destroys my car and now this” Luka put his hands on his face turning around “Luckily Olivia were with a friend” “Maybe you should stay at your mother-” Maggie tried to assimilate the situation but it was rare “-You know Detective Sawyer now you can go into my house and look whatever the fuck you wanted to find. Or whatever is still up” Luka left Maggie and Alex going to pick Olivia

Luka took of the helmet on Olivia’s head giving it to the Fireman in a bad manner and took her by the hand. Olivia had a sad expression plastered in her face when her eyes laid on Maggie, the little girl only had time to wave her free hand at her

Maggie brushed her hair with her hand confused. Alex was following Luka with her eyes getting into a new grey Mercedes with her daughter. All this had not sense. All Maggie was getting blew up. She talked to the police in charge about what happened

12:00

Lena was thinking into the weekend at the end of the meeting with people of Palmer-Technologies. They had a huge project that with her development and team would do a lot for people with low increases improving the Health sectors.

She was hopeful about this when she got a phone call. Her assistant told it was a little girl at the phone. Lena frown knowing that it could only be Liv

“Liv?” “Lena?” Olivia was in her grandmother manor “Hey… what are you… Are you okay?” Lena began to worry “Uhm… papa is yelling and nonna is arguing with someone” Olivia closed her door picking up her dinosaur backpack “What’s happening, do you need me to go there? Where is Reign?” Lena caught her red coat walking out her office “Mommy is at work, she never answers when she’s at work” “Where are you Liv? Is this the phone of your Father” Lena was already in the elevator “We are at Nonna’s home. He told -go to your room and don’t go out-” “Liv, listen to me ok? Stay in your bedroom and I’d be there in less than an hour I promise” Lena heard Olivia do the same sound she always do when she’s thinking “Okay…” Olivia climbed her bed and hugged her stuffed T-Rex “That’s my girl… I’d be there soon”

Lena called her assistant in her way out of the building going to her car. Her driver was reading a newspaper. When he saw her he almost fall stepping back to go to open the passenger’s door. Lena told him to go to the manor while she was explaining to her assistant to re-schedule all her dates two hours later. She had decided to take Olivia with her.

Olivia was reading the book with a lot of draws that Diana had sent her between other 4. The rest of them were at Reign’s house but she liked this the most because of the drawing. She liked the others more when Lena or her mother read them to her. She could still hearing her nonna arguing. Olivia looked over the window waiting impatiently when she saw Lena’s car in coming. She went right to her bed put all the things she has pulled out her backpack and ran quietly to the door opening it going outside.

Once she arrived Lena told her driver to keep the engine on that it would be a few minutes there and then they had to go back to her office. Olivia was wearing her black jeans with a light blue tee. When Lena stepped out of the car Luka appeared in the door with an anger expression looking side to side meeting his eyes with Lena’s then to Olivia who ran to Lena’s arms

“You are doing all this right?” Luka went towards Lena “Do what?” Lena frowned narrowing her eyes at the man “Don’t play silly and make me look like a fool Luthor” “Luka, I don’t know what you are talking about” Lena was not understanding anything “You are trying to steal my daughter, you and that bitch” Luka spilled those words

That word for Lena was the last straw and more seeing Olivia cover her ears.

“I don’t know what are you talking about, and you should watch your mouth before talk like that in front of Liv. I just came here because Liv called me and seeing you she’s coming with me” Lena knew she had no right to be there but the situation was weird “Lets go Liv” Lena opened the door “You might be a Luthor but you don’t know who you are messing with” Luka saw her daughter going into the car making him even angrier “Get ready to play Luthor… you started it” “Small words for a small man” Lena shook her head not getting anything at all about what was happening

She got into the car, closed the door telling the driver they were ready to go. Olivia was quiet looking at her the window

“Liv… we are calling mommy later alright?” Lena tried to smile “What happened?” “I was with aunt Gayle taking a breakfast when dad called her then we go home and there were firefighters and police cars and the house was down” “You were with your Gayle?” Lena didn’t liked the close relationship she had with Reign “Yeah when I am with dad and there’s no school aunt Gayle and I go sometimes to somewhere or her house. Dad don’t mind. He says mom always trusted aunt Gayle”

This was the first time Lena hear Olivia talk about her biological mother, she always thought Olivia didn’t know much about her

“Tell me about it” Lena felt curiosity “Aunt Gayle sometimes says I look like mom when I am thinking or when I get mad” Olivia laughed “Aunt Gayle has more pictures about mom than dad” “But your Aunt Gayle is Reign’s attorney, right?” “Yes but…” Olivia fidgeted her fingers trying to find the words “Aunt Gayle says what is good for me is good for her” Olivia sighed relieved “I don’t know what it means” Olivia giggled funny

In their way to L-Corp they were talking about Olivia’s weekend in New York that HellKitchen didn’t looked like -hell- thing that made her laugh every time she could tell. Almost everyone in the building were surprised to see a little kid walking holding the hand of Lena Luthor. In the three meetings Lena had since they were there Olivia were in all of them listening all prompts, future adaptations to some departments and some travels. The kid was beyond happy not because she could understand anything they said but because Lena’s work was awesome, how everyone listened to her, showing all the respect she deserved.

Around lunch time Lena was teaching Olivia play chess. At the beginning it was a little messy but half hour ago Oliva got the concept.

“My father, Lionel, taught Lex and I play this when we were a little bit younger than you” Lena was moving the horse “Lex is the bald man?” Olivia moved a pawn hearing Lena’s laugh “Yes, the bald man” Lena was smiling “Do you remember him?” She moved a pawn blocking Olivia’s “He was nice” Olivia looked at the chessboard thinking “He taught me play a song”

His brother never used to be kind to anybody if he wasn’t going to get in return. He was with Reign and Liv and that was not common.

17:00

“Olivia” Reign breathed at seeing her daughter “Lena, thank you so much” “Mommy Lena is teaching me play chess, is fun” Olivia pointed with her finger to the board

Lena stayed silent while Reign hugged her daughter checking she was ok. After Reign asked her why she was there with Lena, Olivia went to the bathroom.

“You are just so perfect” Reign leaned down kissing Lena making her feeling shivers running her spine. Reign had that effect on her “I didn’t know what to do expect go for her. I thought it was the right thing to do” Lena shrugged raising a brow “Thank you so much” Reign leaned down again to kiss Lena but Oliva came back making her change her idea sitting next to her “Can we go eat for dinnerburgers?” Olivia asked looking her mother “Liv I think we should call your father and tell him you are okay�� Reign picked one of the discharged pawns “But dad knows” Olivia sighed annoyed “What do you mean?” Lena wondered then looking at Reign who was confused

Olivia pulled out from her dinosaur backpack a mobile phone giving it to Reign. There was a text message about a couple minutes ago from Luka’s mother Arianna

>Mother: Alright, tell Reign bring you back tomorrow night. Your father is not okay right now. If you need something. Call. Nonna X

Reign and Lena looked at Olivia at the same time almost sync. Olivia shrugged with an a smirk

“Liv why you didn’t tell me you had his phone?” Lena asked feeling a little bit disappointed “You did not asked” Olivia know she had done bad “Olivia, if you call Lena and make her go look after you and expend all the morning with her you can’t hide this kind of things” Reign reprehended Olivia’s behavior

Olivia looked to the floor, Lena had never seeing before Reign call out Olivia for something. This was the first time and it was because of her

“It’s okay Reign…” “No, it is not Lena” Reign looked quickly to her then kept her gaze to Olivia “Liv you understand it, right?” “Yes mommy…” Olivia had her eyes still in the floor “I’m sorry Lena… but Mommy we were having fun and…” “Reign its fine we were at meetings and working, she has helped me a lot” Lena put her hand in Reign’s thigh “We should be heading home” Reign got up “Liv take your backpack we will talk” “Can Lena come tonight at home if we are not eating burgers?” Olivia sound hopeful “Of course I’ll go tonight” Lena assured “Olivia wait outside” Reign didn’t even looked at her daughter saying it

Reign covered her face with her hands sighing heavily. Lena put her hands in Reign’s waist pulling her towards her. It was evidently Reign was tired

“Are you okay” Lena’s voice shown worried about her “I don’t know what’s going on, who want to mess with this, and Olivia hiding things, is the third time she do something like this” Reign sighed again “Listen, what about if I go tonight to your house, with a bottle of wine, and you tell me everything is worrying you” Lena nodded with the last words staring Reign’s lips “I can put her to sleep early tho” Reign cupped Lena’s face with one hand stroking her lower lip with her thumb “I had another idea about us tonight but we can wait”

Lena touched the tip of Reign’s thumb with her tongue seeing this biting her lip. The truth is that they were sleeping or mostly having sex the whole week expect for the last day when Reign had a fight with Luka about his idea of take Olivia for a month to Italy. Lena and Reign were talking and when Reign fell asleep in her bed

Reign looked at Lena playful and kissed her softly but pulled back when she felt Lena’s hands pulling her closer. Lena looked at the ceiling then to Reign raising a brow

“Be patient” Reign winked at the dark haired woman seeing the glance she was giving to her. Reign pecked her in the lips “bye”

22:00

Lena was at the door ringing the bell but after two tries she was about to call Reign but Olivia opened the door.

“Lena!” Olivia jumped happy hugging her “You are awake” Lena was surprised “nice pjs” Lena smiled bright seeing her NASA pjs

Olivia giggled happy stepping aside to allow Lena entry. The tv was on, she was watching a movie about some anime or how Lena called them the Japanese animation. Olivia had in the couch a bottle of lemon tea and cookies

“Liv where’s mommy? Lena asked taking off her coat leaving it on a chair “Sleep… do you wanna watch the movie?” Olivia asked with the remote in her hands “You shouldn’t be sleeping?” Lena raised a brow looking at the little girl “Nope?” Olivia made a funny face making Lena laugh “I promise I’ll go to sleep after the movie, please, pretty please” “I’m checking Reign then you go to sleep” Lena said shaking her head smiling

Lena went upstairs pushing a little bit the door of Reign’s bedroom. She was laying on her stomach with her arms side to side top her head shirtless. Lena crawled over the bed to sit on top of Reign’s ass. She caressed her back gently, feeling Reign sigh. Lena gave her a couple of kisses on the shoulder and gave her the last of his ear.

“Lena” Reign mumble with her eyes closed “Olivia is downstairs awake you want me to put her to sleep?” Lena whispered giving her another kiss in the jaw “No” Reign still had her eyes closed when she torn around having Lena straddling her lap. She opened an eye “I don’t know if I like you on top more than in bottom”

Lena was to lean down to kiss Reign when she sat wrapping one arm around Lena’s waist and in a switch motion they changed positions hearing Lena gasp in surprise. The taller woman pushed her crotch down into Lena’s center

“Reign” Lena dug her nails in Reign’s lower back sighing “I’d be back” Reign kissed Lena’s neck

Reign stood up taking a red tee from the floor wearing it. Lena was propping herself up on the bed leaning on her elbows watching Reign walk out the door but quickly returning to get a guitar from the closet. For Lena it was the first time to see her with a guitar.

One of the things Lena found interesting about Reign was her strength in many ways, certain things surprised her gladly but most of it were random.

“Mooooommy please” “Liv is really late, tomorrow morning you can watch the movie” “Pretty pretty please I promise I’ll go later” “Nope young lady, you need to sleep and rest”

Lena laughed lightly hearing Reign’s footsteps, it probably was Olivia over her shoulder meanwhile the girl was doing all the possible to trying to stop her mother. Doing what she called, peaceful resistance. 10 minutes later she was listing Reign playing her guitar she was singing -A thousand Years-

Reign got back to her room seeing Lena reading a magazine only with her underwear wandering in the room.

“Wow” Reign exclaimed stopping in her tracks

Lena torn around raising her sight from the magazine closing it. She was getting more confident around Reign in these situations. It was usual that Reign surprised her with something like this. Also Lena got that Reign had a soft spot for her being dominant. To be honest Lena liked to be the bottom because Reign being dominant was hot but sometimes she liked to be the on top.

“Come here” Lena ordered “And sit there” Lena pointed the edge of the bed

Reign did as she was told staring at Lena wanting to touch her, she licked her lips waiting. Lena got closer and took off Reign’s tee showing her breasts. Lena leaned down to kiss her but instead she pushed her against the bed

“Lena you are teasing” “I know” Lena straddle her lap “We are making this slow”

Luka’s car and other four were outside near to the house… he was angry he was breathing fast tightening the steering wheel with his hands. He tilted his neck until he heard a crack coming out from it and touched the headphone saying -a half hour when she turn off the lights of her room, that bitch don’t know what’s coming-

#reigncorp #and things from here are gonna get dark... just a little #thanks for reading #If your like I can do a second part or just go on with prompts and then continue with the story #our reign #fic time

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