#oc: Simone Falco

[super-predictable98]

Smile, Simone (OC X Canon Kiss Week 2024)

Word count: 3,6k

Warning: manipulation, mention of death, Kilgrave being a creep

A/n: This is a collab with my partner in crime @jozstankovich for @theocxcanonweek day 5: Getting into trouble. The characters from this story are part of our little Timeline Anomaly Verse (more about them in here) and a crossover of Bad Samaritan and Jessica Jones. Hope you all enjoy it <3

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Simone had a short walk from her university to the flat, only a few minutes, she stopped to buy herself a hot chocolate and a croissant for her father from his favorite bakery.

Little did she realize, across the street a tall, slender man in a chic purple suit watched her with interest, his dark eyes following her movements as a small grin played at his lips. As she stepped out of the bakery he approached. 

“Hello there,” he drawled, tipping his head slightly in greeting. “I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are,” he murmured, taking her hand to place a kiss to the back of it.

"Um... thanks," Simone chuckled until she saw him. That face, she knew that face from her nightmares. A man with that face once tormented her father and she knew he died, but in that world full of clones and odd powers, she never knew who was what. "I- bye."

“Wait—“ the man exclaimed, a frown creasing the spot between his brows. “Don’t go,” he demanded, assured that she would obey.

She couldn't move, she tried to keep walking, but her feet wouldn't obey. "Let me go, please, I have a boyfriend."

The man chuckled. “Not anymore, you don’t,” he drawled, holding out his arm for her to take. “Let me take you out—?” he asked, waiting for her to supply her name.

"Simone, Simone Falco," she said before she could stop herself. His allure did something to her brain and suddenly she took his arm, certain that her boyfriend Dylan, wasn't in her life anymore.

“Mmm Simone,” he repeated, savouring the taste of her name on his tongue. “Your name is just as beautiful as you,” he purred, brushing his lips against her temple, inhaling her scent. 

“You can call me Kilgrave,” he said, slipping an arm around the small of her back as he began to lead her away from her intended destination. “I think we need to get you some new clothes and then some lunch. I know a wonderful place. You’ll love it,” he said with certainty.

"Y-yeah, I just... need to let my father know I won't come home now, he's expecting me. Can I call him?" She asked quietly, following him to God knows where to do something she didn't even wanna think about.

Kilgrave frowned as he deliberated. “I suppose that’s alright, darling,” he finally answered, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “But you’ll only say what I tell you to say,” he instructed. 

"Yes," she dialed, trusting that her dad would know something was wrong and check her location, which was always on. "What should I say?"

“Tell him, you’re staying with a friend for a few days, that you’ll be at a mind/body retreat and you won’t have access to your phone,” Kilgrave said, walking at a leisurely pace, leading her to his waiting town car.

Simone nodded and dialed her dad's number, but the person who picked up was her mother.  

"Hey, Moony. Daddy's in the shower, do you need anything?" Blossom asked.  

"Yes, can I talk to him please?" She kept her voice calm, or tried.  

"Okay... Sean! Simone is on the phone, she sounds dead weird!"

Sean frowned, quickly twisting the water off and grabbing his towel, wrapping it around his waist and taking the phone, bringing it to his ear. “Moony, it’s me. You okay, darlin’?” He asked, his hair dripping down his shoulders.

"Yeah, Daddy, I'm okay. I just called to let you know I won't be home in time," she put on a smile, trying very hard not to cry. "I'll be with a friend in a spiritual retreat and I won't be able to use my phone there for a few days. Just didn't want you to worry."

“What d’yeh mean? What friend?” Sean demanded, his unease growing. “Why don’t you come home and we can talk about this, you can give us more details,” he pleaded, not liking the way her voice trembled. “Where are you?” He asked, his chest growing tight.

"My friend... Ellery," Simone said the name of her cousin, this way he could easily call her and disprove this story. "Sorry, Daddy, I'm late, I really have to get going. I'm on my way there."

"Wait--! Simone!" Sean cried, but she'd already hung up. "Blossom! Something's wrong!" he called, trying to call Ellery, though his hands were shaking too much for him to dial the number. 

"Oh my God... what number are you trying to call? Ellery?" Blossom took the phone to dial for him. "What happened to Simone?"

"Yeah," Sean said, handing her the phone, running his hand through his wet curls. "You were right, she didn't sound right," he said. "She said she was going on a spiritual retreat with Ellery and wouldn't be able to answer her phone. She sounded scared. I think she was taken," he said, his voice shaking as much as his hands. 

"This is bollocks, she can't spend a day without her phone," Blossom called her niece. "Ellery! Ellery, are you with Simone right now?"  

"No," the girl answered, giving her twin brother a confused look. "Charlie and I are buying Valentine's presents." 

"Did she ever mention a spiritual retreat to you? Somewhere she couldn't take her phone to?"  

"No... is everything alright? Just stay there, we're on our way."  

*****

"Good girl," Kilgrave said, stroking Simone's hair before taking her phone from her hand and dropping it to the ground in the middle of the street before pulling her into the car with him and shutting the door, telling the driver where to take them.

"I- That's my phone!" She cried, she hated to be that helpless and now nobody would be able to track her. "All my father's voice-mails are there, I need them!"

"You don't need them," Kilgrave said offhandedly, annoyed at her outburst. "I'll make sure you have everything you need, love," he assured her, pulling her to his side, his hand running up and down her arm.

"What are you gonna do to me? You say buying clothes and having lunch. What are you really planning?" Simone asked, surprised that the driver seemed hypnotized as well.

"Darling, you're with me now," he said, chuckling lightly. "I just want to lavish you, make you mine," he explained, taking her chin in his hand to turn her face toward his to kiss her.

Simone tried to pull away, but she didn't know where to run, she was stuck in the car. "Have you ever considered... I don't know, asking someone out without forcing them? You're not bad looking, I'm sure many women would be happy to go out with you."

Kilgrave clicked his tongue with a shake of his head, as if the girl had just said something foolish. “But I don’t want just any woman. I want you. Are you saying that you would’ve said yes, if I’d have simply asked you?” He asked.

"Maybe... well not really. I had a boyfriend, and you look like the man who tried to kill my dad. But I'm sure a much more beautiful girl would've said yes," she mumbled.

“What do you mean, a more beautiful girl?” He drawled, frowning at her comment. “You are beautiful, Simone. More gorgeous than you realize. I want you to tell me that you’re beautiful,” he purred.

"I am beautiful," she repeated, unable to resist his order. It wasn't hard to understand he had the power of persuasion. 

"Good girl," Kilgrave murmured, stroking her cheek. "Ah, we're here," he said, as the car pulled up to the curb in front of Bloomingdale's.

*****

Sean hastily dried off, pulling his clothes on distractedly. "Should we call the police?" he asked, hating how helpless he felt. 

"We need to know where she is first and sending cops might spook whoever has her and they might hurt her," Blossom started dialing to call her sister-in-law, Alisha. "We're a superpowered family, we've all killed to protect each other."  

He nodded, feeling numb. He was the only one without a power, there wasn’t anything he could do at the moment except trust his wife. — 

"Alisha, we need a little help, can you find Simone for us?" Blossom asked while she opened the door for her niece and nephew.  

"I... she's in a car, there's a man with her. Purple suit, looks posh," Alisha said, using her clairvoyance to see through her niece's eyes. "I don't know exactly where they are though."  

“Okay, keep checking in and let us know if you recognize anything,” Sean said, leaning in over his wife’s shoulder.

"Okay, I'll call you if I see anything," Alisha confirmed.  

"We have all possible powers to save her," Ellery pulled her brother inside. "Where are we going?"  

"We don't know where she is yet," Sean answered, fighting the urge to pace. "Alisha said she's in a car right now." 

"In a car with a man she doesn't know," Blossom started crying just as her husband's phone started ringing. Sean pulled her into his arms, his jaw flexing as he fought not to break down as well, knowing he needed to be strong for her. "Does she know where Simone is?" he asked, his voice tense. 

"Hi, Aunt Lisha, any news?" Ellery quickly grabbed her uncle's phone.

"They just stopped at Bloomingdale's, I don't know which one exactly, but it looks like 5th Avenue, it's right in front of the Bank of America."  

"Bloomingdale's 5th Avenue, c'mon, let's go!" Charlie exclaimed, already heading for the door.

"We need a cab," Ellery stepped outside and rushed down the stairs. The rest of them followed and they all ran to the intersection with the 8th Avenue to hail a cab. The drive would be ten minutes if they were lucky to avoid traffic, which in New York was basically impossible.

“Hopefully they’ll still be there,” Charlie murmured, his leg bouncing anxiously.

*****

"Why do I need new clothes?" Simone asked calmly, almost in a docile way. "These are pretty expensive..."

"Why not?" Kilgrave said, waiting for the driver to open his door. "Come," he instructed, holding out his hand for her as he waited on the curb. 

"Do I need an excuse to spoil my girl?" he chuckled. "You deserve only the best," he explained.

"T-thank you," Simone took his hand and locked arms with him as they entered the store. She wasn't dressed exactly nicely and felt really out of place. She wore leggings and one of her dad's shirts since, at uni, they were doing nature shots.

“Ah, what about this? This colour would look beautiful on you,” Kilgrave said, picking out a sleek purple dress. “Go on, try it on, and I’ll pick out some shoes for you,” he said, stroking her cheek fondly.

"Okay," she took it and went into one of the dressing rooms. She wanted to cry, but feared that it would upset her new captor and he might do something worse. She put on the dress and opened the door to show him how it looked.

"Ohh, don't you look like a vision!" Kilgrave exclaimed, moving closer to get a better look. "Here, try these on, you'll look perfect," he said, handing her some strappy heels.

Simone nodded and quickly put the shoes on, which made her stand as tall as him. "I don't usually wear heels," she admitted.

"You should, they make your legs look so graceful," he said, picking out a luxurious long fur coat and draping it over her shoulders. "There, all set," he decided, taking her hand and leading her back out of the store. 

"Hey! You can't leave without paying for those!" One of the shopkeepers exclaimed, hurrying after them. 

"You're going to give them to us, free of charge," Kilgrave snapped, waving the woman away, leaving her bewildered. "Are you hungry?" he asked Simone, turning his attention back to her as they stepped back out onto the crowded sidewalk, his car waiting for them.

I'm wearing the skin of a dead animal on my back and I technically just stole all of this... Simone thought, panicked.  

"Yeah, I haven't eaten today," she said, despite how nauseous she was from the whole semi-kidnapping experience. She anxiously looked around to see if she could find any familiar faces, but the entire world felt like a strange place at that moment.

"There she is!" Sean cried, spotting his daughter's face amidst the sea of people. Jumping out of the cab before it came to a complete stop, he ran toward her, trying to push his way through the crowd. "Simone!" he exclaimed, trying to get her attention.

"Daddy?" She cried, the knot in her chest tightening when she saw how worried he seemed. She wanted to run into his arms and never let go.  

"Simone! Come here! What are you wearing?" Blossom followed her husband out. "You! Let go of my daughter right now! Get away from her!"

“Ah, looks like that’s our cue to leave,” Kilgrave muttered, turning Simone’s face away from her parents and stealing a sloppy kiss before sweeping her back into the back of his sleek black car. “Driver, take us to Neary’s,” he instructed, slamming the door shut and wiggling his fingers in a little wave just as Sean and Blossom reached the car.

Simone fought the urge to cry again, her head hanging low. She was so close to being able to run away... she knew she wasn't the first girl to fall into Kilgrave's trap, she wondered where the others were. Were they stuck in a harem or even worse?

"Did you see him? Cale Erendreich doppelganger... he kissed her! She didn't pull away, she didn't fight it," Blossom panted, she was not as fast as she used to be when she was younger. 

“There has to be an explanation,” Sean exclaimed, his chest hurting. He’d seen the fear on his daughter’s face as the car pulled away. 

“Uncle Sean! We know where he’s going!” Charlie exclaimed, running to catch up. “Aunt Lisha called. She knows where he’s taking her!”

"They're going to Neary's, five minutes away," Ellery hailed another cab for them. If it was just her and her brother they could run, but their uncle was pushing 60.  

"Let's go, let's go!" Blossom rushed into the car.

*****

“What’s the matter, dearest?” Kilgrave asked, tilting his head to peer at Simone’s face. “Don’t tell me you’re upset?”

"I just... got startled," she said shaking her head, she looked up at him and tried to smile.

He smiled back, giving her hand a squeeze before pressing a kiss to the back of it. The drive to the restaurant wasn't long and once they parked, Kilgrave helped Simone out, leading her into the building. 

"Do you have a reservation?" The hostess asked, looking between the two of them. 

"Yes, we're renting out the whole place. Tell everyone else to leave," Kilgrave commanded and the hostess nodded. 

"You can all leave!" He exclaimed, raising his voice to infect the other diners and they all got up, leaving their food half touched as they left. "There, shall we?" he asked, leading Simone over to his usual corner booth.

She sat down and glanced at the menu, the food smelled and sounded delicious, but how could she eat in that situation? She could always... accept it, she'd live her life like this and maybe it wouldn't be so bad? It wasn't what she wanted, but if he treated her the way she had been so far... maybe he wouldn't kill her. Maybe she could visit her family and smile while saying everything was fine.  

"Can I order what I want or will you order for me?" She asked, genuinely curious. "Cause if I can choose I'd like the broiled chicken with potatoes."

"Of course, you can have whatever you like," Kilgrave exclaimed, leaning back in the booth, his arm resting behind Simone's shoulders. 

By the time Sean, Blossom, Ellery, and Charlie arrived at the restaurant, the other diners were all filing out. 

"That's strange, where are they all going?" Charlie wondered.

"Doesn't seem like anything is wrong in there," Ellery looked inside and found her cousin sitting in a corner.  

"Simone!" Blossom called. "Simone, please! If you actually want to be here, tell us!"  

"I want to be here," she said after Kilgrave whispered the command in her ear.

“If you try to escape, you’ll jump off the Queensboro Bridge,” Kilgrave hissed in Simone’s ear, taking a bite of his steak, seemingly unbothered. 

“Look, he just said something to her before she spoke,” Charlie whispered, noticing the way the man leaned in. “If he has the power of persuasion, then maybe I can use it against him,” he suggested.

"Good one, Charlie," Ellery nudged her brother's arm.

"Let my daughter go, right now! I'm not above killing you, you bastard!" Blossom charged into the restaurant. "She's old enough to be your daughter!"  

Kilgrave spread his hands innocently. "I'm afraid you're mistaken, she told you already, she wants to be here." 

"Then why does she look so terrified?" Sean exclaimed, hating the way his hands shook as he looked at the man who looked so much like the ghost from his past. 

"I can't leave, Mum," Simone cried. "I just can't."  

"You can do anything, you have a superpower. You're really gonna let some middle-aged man tell you what you can or can't do?" Ellery whispered to her. "No matter what happens, you're safe." 

"Come on, let's call Dylan," Blossom took her daughter's hand, but once she got up, the girl ran away towards the bridge to fulfill Kilgrave's request.

“Simone?!” Sean exclaimed, his eyes widening in fear as she raced past him out the restaurant door. “SIMONE!” he called, taking off after her without another thought. 

While his uncle ran after Simone, Charlie rounded on Kilgrave. “What did you make her do?” He demanded. 

Kilgrave shrugged. “She was the one who chose to run. If she’d rather jump off the bridge than stay with me, that’s her prerogative, I suppose.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his aquiline nose. “And here I thought we could be happy together.”

"You're sick!" Ellery screamed while Blossom ran out to follow her daughter as well. "Man, you're not ugly enough to be that desperate, find someone who can love you for real."  

“Is that an offer?” Kilgrave asked, flashing Ellery a grin. "Seems beauty runs in the family..."

Before the man could control his twin, Charlie frowned, drawing on his own power. He could feel the vibration of Kilgrave’s power pulling at him and he reached out with his mind, borrowing his ability. 

“Hey,” he said, drawing the man’s attention. “Forget all about us. Forget about your power. Don’t use it for bad,” he commanded.

"Let's get out of here," Ellery took her brother's arm. "Hope he learns his lesson. He definitely knows how to treat a lady, he just needs to find one that wants to be with him."

Charlie nodded, letting his sister pull him out of the restaurant and they ran to join their uncle and aunt.

*****

"Simone!" Blossom ran, catching up to them just as she climbed to jump. She looked back at her mum and dad and smiled, her cousin's words made her very confident. 

“Moony, what’re you doing? Please come down!” Sean cried, his heart twisting in his chest as he held onto his wife. “We can fix this! Please don’t jump!”  

"Sean... it's alright," Blossom understood her plan, she had done it before with the power she passed down to her daughter. 

"See you in a second, don't worry about me," Simone waved and let go, falling as if she were diving into a pool. 

To stop herself from hitting the water, she covered her own body in a force field and emerged back to the bridge covered in a thin blue-ish bubble.  

As soon as Simone emerged, protected in her bubble, Sean let out a relieved gasp, his arms tightening around his wife. “Oh thank God she’s okay,” he cried, his eyes burning with unshed tears. 

Simone ran into her parents' arms and sighed. She didn't even realize she was still wearing the outfit that was picked out for her.  

"We should probably return these stuff to Bloomingdale's, right?" She asked. 

"But the dress is cute..." Ellery joked. "He won't be bothering you again."

"Yeah, I made sure of that," Charlie assured her, joining the others in embracing her. 

"Thank you, Cha-Charlie," Sean murmured, ruffling his nephew's curls. "I'm so fuckin' glad you all have those damn powers," he sighed, kissing the top of Simone's head.

"Thank you for coming for me," she looked lovingly at her cousins and her mother, then turned and placed a kiss on her father's cheek. "You're a hero too, Daddy."

Sean shook his head. "I was so helpless," he murmured, squeezing her tighter.

"Not all heroes have powers, some just are really amazing dads," she held his hand as they walked back to the store. "You weren't hopeless, you didn't give up. I called you because I knew you'd know something was wrong and come help, and you did."

"Of course, I'd never give up on you, darlin'," Sean breathed.

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[seanfalco]

Don’t Kiss My Daddy

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco​​ & @super-unpredictable98​​​​ for @ockissweek​

Word Count: 3.9k Tags/Warnings: Lots of cuteness, a continuation of Fancy Restaurant Featuring: Sean & Blossom Falco and their daughter, Simone, as well as the Quad’s twins, Charlie & Ellery.

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"Hey, Moony!  Y’know who's comin’ tomorrow t’spend the weekend with us?" Blossom asked excitedly as she walked into the flat and dropped her bag, joining her daughter and husband on the couch. 

"Charlie and Ellie!" Simone cheered. 

"That's right! We can set up a fort in the living room so the three of you can sleep here, we'll eat junk food and stay up late watching movies, it's gonna be so much fun!"

"Sounds like a blast!" Sean exclaimed. "You're one lucky kid," he chuckled, tousling Simone's hair.

"I miss them, they live too far away most of the time," Simone murmured. 

"They miss you too, baby, and they miss their uncle Sean!" Blossom ran her fingers through his hair. "I think they mentioned something about Time Out Market, they also wanna go to drag queen story hour at the Lincoln Center. I haven't been there since I was a girl taking those classes at SAB."

"What's a Time Out Market?" Sean asked quietly.

"And you've lived in New York for decades... “ Blossom murmured, shaking her head in amusement.  “It’s that market next to the Brooklyn Bridge, those cute restaurants with a view of the East River? We went there for our tenth anniversary or something," she answered, trying to remember. "Then we went to Jane's Carousel."

"Oh, I thought it was a game the kids made up or somethin'," Sean chuckled ruefully.  "I may live here, but I'll never be a New Yorker."

"I know, you're Irish to the bone, I love that about you," Blossom said, looking down at her wedding ring, a Claddagh ring. "I don't really feel like a New Yorker either, I'm so British I'm still angry about the tea in Boston."

Sean snorted. "Coulda fooled me," he teased, leaning in to peck Blossom on the lips.

Simone watched the scene unfold with a pout. "I'm going to my room," she announced with a little huff, suddenly jumping from the couch and marching to her bed.  Blossom exchanged a confused look with her husband. 

"What's gotten into her?"

"That's strange," Sean murmured, frowning. "I'll go talk t'her." 

When he got to her bedroom, he found the door slightly ajar and he knocked before pushing it open further, peeking his head inside.  "Hey Moony, mind if I come in?”

"No... I suppose" Simone finally agreed, turning her head and folding her little arms in front of her chest, very much like her mum when she was upset.

Joining her on the bed, Sean craned his head to catch her eye. "What's wrong, darlin'? What's with th'long face?"

"Nothing... my face is normal," Simone insisted. "I just... nothing."

"You can talk t'me, dearest," he assured her, pulling her into his lap.

"I don't want you and Mommy to kiss," she whispered.

Sean had to fight back a snort of laughter, glad that she couldn't see his face. "How come, love?" he asked instead, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"You’re my Daddy and Mommy is my Mommy, I don't like it when you kiss, you should only kiss me!" Simone whined, hiding against his chest.

"Oh darlin'!" Sean exclaimed, rubbing her back as she hugged him. "Are y'sayin' it makes you feel jealous when Mummy and Daddy kiss?" he asked, glancing over to see Blossom standing outside the door.

"Yeah! It makes me angry," she mumbled. 

"Hey, sweetie," Blossom cooed, joining them. "We're really sorry you're upset, but y’know Mummy and Daddy are married right?  Usually married couples like t’kiss and hug and cuddle... one day when you're married you'll wanna do all of that." 

"I'm not! I'm marrying Daddy!" Simone exclaimed, squeezing him tighter possessively. 

"But honey, Daddy's already married to me." 

"Uncle Nate and Uncle Nats are married to both my aunties,” the little girl pointed out, knowing all about polyamory from a young age.

If not for how seriously his daughter was taking it, Sean would have laughed. “Honey, daughters can’t marry their daddies, it’s not allowed, but you will always be my special girl,” he reassured her gently.

"Oh..."  Simone was hearing that information for the first time and she certainly had some bad news to deliver to her friends, who had the same dream, at school the next day.  "But I still don't like it!" 

"You wanna hear a secret?" Blossom asked, taking her little hands in hers. "I was very jealous of my daddy and my brother growing up. I didn't like when Grandpa and Grandma kissed, I didn't like it when Uncle Simon had his first girlfriend... but I wanted them t’be happy."

“Even your uncles were jealous of me,” Sean added, very carefully avoiding Blossom’s eyes.

"Oh yeah! When I started dating Daddy, your uncles were flipping out," Blossom laughed, “but they knew Daddy made me happy." 

"I do want you to be happy..." Simone sighed reluctantly.

“You’re a good girl, Moony,” Sean said, giving her a squeeze. “When you get older, you’ll find th’one for you.”

"That’s true and we have plenty of kisses for you as well, don't we?" Blossom tickled her sides before kissing the top of her head. "Love is meant t’be shared."

“I’ll always love yeh, darlin’,” Sean murmured, kissing the top of her head.

The next day, Blossom decided not to send Simone to school, leting her sleep in a bit, and started making breakfast for everyone, including her niece and nephew arriving soon. "Good morning, sweetheart," she smiled when Sean left the room.

“Good morning, darlin’,” he replied, pulling her in for a kiss. “Somethin’ smells good.”

"Thank you, I made loads of bacon, hash browns, scrambled eggs with cheese, and toast for the small army," Blossom grinned. "So... how are we gonna deal with the whole Moony thing? D’you think she's still bothered?"

Sean sighed, glancing at the door to her bedroom. “I dunno, she seemed a little put out about it still when we put her t’bed. Hopefully her cousins’ bein’ here’ll help her get past it.”

"I don't really remember what my parents did with me, it just stopped bothering me as time passed," Blossom mused as she served his plate. "I want her to grow up surrounded by love and I don't wanna have t’hide to kiss you."

“I guess th’best thing t’do is just… make it more normal,” Sean replied, grinning as he picked up a piece of bacon.

"Smells so good."  Simone murmured, opening her bedroom door to stumble out, still half asleep, still wearing her pajamas. "Are they here yet?" 

"No, baby, but they will be soon," Lydia nodded at Sean. "Let me get you some breakfast."

“C’mere, why don’tcha sit next t’me, huh?” Sean said, lifting his daughter into the seat next to him. “Someone looks sleepy still,” he teased gently as she rubbed at her eyes.

"I had bad dreams," she yawned before taking a bite of her toast. "Why didn't you come sleep with Mummy and Daddy? We always keep the nightmares away," Blossom said, sitting to eat as well. 

"Because Elly told me after Mummy and Daddy put their kids to bed they just kiss all night and do special cuddles. I didn't wanna see it or get in the way," she said, which nearly made her mum lose it and laugh.

Sean had to bite his lip to keep from laughing as well, sharing a look with Blossom. “I suppose that’s true sometimes,” he said, clearing his throat, “but you’d never be in th’way, darlin’. We’re always here for yeh if y’need us,” he assured her.

"That's true, usually when mummies and daddies do that, they lock the door. You can always knock and we'll help you no matter what, nothing is more important than you," Blossom assured her. 

"Okay, next time I'll knock, but I'll sleep in the middle, just in case," Simone said.

“Good,” Sean said, flashing her a grin and digging into his food. It wasn’t long after when the doorbell buzzed. “That’ll be your cousins no doubt,” he exclaimed.

"Let's see... who do we have here?" Blossom opened the door and was attacked by the two children who jumped into her arms. "Oh my God!" she cried through her laughter.

"Thank you so much for taking them, we just really need some romantic time," Lydia grinned, barely able to contain her excitement.

"Yeah, I'm sure y'do. Heard all about the special cuddles you're gunna do," Sean teased.

"Nate was the one who told Elly adults do special cuddles... she kept asking to join when he invited me for cuddles, tryin’ to steal me away," Lydia laughed while the kids were distracted by their aunt and cousin. 

"Come here, we've got food," Simone pulled the twins by the hand. 

"If they need us, we'll be only a block away," Nate said, handing Sean Ellery's inhaler. "But try t'make sure they don't need us.

"No problem," Sean exclaimed, watching the children join Simone at the table. "You guys have fun."

"Thank you so much, see you guys on Monday!" Lydia waved and blew a kiss at the children, "We love you, make sure to be good." 

"We will," Elly said, paying very little attention to her mum. 

"Charlie, what if we did for Uncle Sean and Auntie Blossom a romantic night like we did for our mummies and daddies? Wouldn't it be fun?"

"Bye Mummy and Dada!" Charles called before returning his attention to his sister. "Yeah! Maybe Simmi will help us!" he suggested.

"Why do you wanna do that?" Simone asked. 

"Because we like t'watch ‘em bein' romantic, it's so cracker!" Ellery exclaimed. 

"Between Louise and the boys, she sounds well Irish," Blossom whispered to her husband. "It's adorable."

"Whereas Moony sounds like an American," Sean teased.

"Do you think there's still time to fix that?" Blossom shook her head with a dramatic sigh. "Maybe if we make her watch loads of Paddington," she mused.

"Maybe we need t'spend some time in England," Sean suggested with a grin.

"Yeah, it feels nice t'see how much they love each other," Charlie added. 

"I don't like it when my mummy and daddy show they love each other!" Simone huffed. 

"Why not?" Elly asked. 

"Because... they’re only supposed to love me." 

"But they have to love each other," Charlie frowned. "If they didn't love each other, then they wouldn't stay together," he reasoned. 

"We're waiting on that audition result, aren't we?" Blossom said. "I passed on to the callbacks, so maybe there's a chance.”

"I can't believe they wouldn't choose you. They'd be daft not to," Sean said, pulling Blossom into his arms.

"I really hope so, it was so much fun to be in Beetlejuice back in the day," Blossom sighed. "I might not be a Lydia Deetz anymore, but I'll gladly be the kookiest Delia ever."

"Oh, I know y'will. You're a right natural kook," Sean teased, quickly avoiding her answering poke.

"D'you want your parents to dissolve?" Ellery gasped. 

"It's divorce, sweetie, and nobody is getting divorced," Blossom assured them, finally catching a bit of what the three were talking about amongst themselves.

"No, I want them to stay together forever!" Simone cried.

"Then y'gotta make sure they have some romance!" Charlie exclaimed. 

"O-okay, I guess we could," Simone agreed. "How do we do this?" 

"First we make the room all romantic, then we make them dinner," Ellery explained. 

"Yeah, we're pretty good at it," Charlie boasted. “We did it for our parents too.”

"What if we make mac and cheese with nuggets? I know how," Simone said excitedly. 

“Wow! That’s more intense than what we made! Mama doesn’t let us use the stove,” Charlie replied.

"F-U-C-K you! I remember when you used to be romantic!" Blossom laughed, chasing after her husband as he hurried away from her. "A kook?  You're the kook!"

“Watch out kids, your Aunt Blossom’s gone kooky!” he exclaimed playfully.

"I usually make it on the microwave and I ask a grown up to take the nuggets from the oven, but I think we can do it," Simone said, laughing when she saw her parents chasing each other around. 

"Sean Falco! You are the absolute worst!" Blossom shouted, finally able to cling to his back like a koala. "Maybe you don't wanna have special cuddles with a kook like me... after the kids go to bed, I'll go straight to sleep," she whispered in his ear.

Charlie turned to gape at the adults as they ran past. “Elly, it’s even worse than we thought!” he hissed. “Aunt Blossom doesn’t wanna have special cuddles with Uncle Sean!” 

Sean laughed, turning to look at her over his shoulder. “Oh, but didn’t y’know? You’re married to th’biggest kook of all!” he exclaimed.

"Do you think they don't wanna have special cuddles because of what I said? I said I don't like it when they kiss," Simone frowned. 

"I don't know... I think you'll have to convince me later tonight. I know how persuasive you are," Blossom purred, slipping off his back to embrace him. 

“Oh l can be very persuasive,” Sean whispered back. 

"We'll fix it, don't worry, it'll be grand," Ellery said decidedly, finishing her breakfast and jumped from her chair. "You two, tonight we're gonna make you a romantic night and you're gonna smoochy kiss!"

“Oh?” Sean asked, turning to look at his niece. “That sounds nice, darlin’. Did y’do that for your parents as well?” he asked.

"We did and they even slow danced!" Ellery announced proudly. 

"And Moony's okay with the smooches?" Blossom asked, running her fingers through her husband's curls, slowly but surely going gray, which was quite sexy. 

"Yes, mummy, I want you two to be together," Simone nodded.

Sean couldn't help but grin, turning to share a look with Blossom.  "Well that sounds perfect. Our evenin' is in your capable little hands," he said, crouching down and opening his arms for the kids to hug him.

"Leave it to us," Elly exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him. "You'll have so much fun."

"We have complete trust in yeh." 

"Good!" Charlie giggled, joining in on the hug.

After playing all day while Blossom worked and Sean edited from home, the kids pushed the couple into their bedroom. "Pick a nice outfit, it's a posh date," Ellery instructed as Charlie and Simone were already working on getting the nuggets in the oven.

"Yes, ma'am," Sean replied, chuckling as he went to the closet.

"Things are going swimmingly, if I do say so m'self," Charlie exclaimed, dusting his hands off as he set the timer on the stove.

"Y'sound like Daddy," Ellery laughed as she set the table.

"This is actually fun," Simone grinned, mixing the pasta that was pre-made and frozen with the cheese and milk before putting it on the microwave.

Charlie giggled even harder, glad to be compared to their fathers. “I’m glad you’re having fun, Simmi!” he exclaimed.

"I hope it makes them happy too," Simone said, taking the bowl from the microwave to stir before putting it back for another couple of minutes. "What should we do for dessert? And what are they gonna drink?"

"Hmm... we could make th'same dessert we made for our parents, unless y'wanna do something different," Charlie suggested.

"I think it's good, can y'make it, Charlie?" Elly asked. "Conjure the ingredients if they don't have ‘em." 

"They should drink beer, Mommy gets really happy when Daddy drinks beer," Simone suggested. 

"That's weird, our Mummy too," Ellery laughed.

Charlie nodded, opening the cupboards to see if they had what he needed, and getting to work.

"Mac and cheese is ready," Simone announced, serving a portion on each plate. 

"Nuggets too," Ellery added, turning off the oven like she watched her mothers do millions of times. Instead of risking a burn, she created a field around the tray and lifted it to the counter.

"I'm ready too!" Charlie exclaimed, hoisting the tray of dessert sandwiches to the table. "I'm so excited t'make Uncle Sean and Aunt Blossom smoochy kiss!"

 "Can I help y'pick out what you're gunna wear?" Sean asked Blossom. 

"Yes, please," Blossom slowly undressed while he picked something for her. "I'm not saying anything but... you look so hot in that light blue button-up with the dark slacks." 

“Say no more,” Sean murmured, pulling out the outfit she’d mentioned before selecting one for her—a purple cocktail dress with sequins that glittered.

"Oh, looks like the dress I wore for my eighteenth birthday party... the night you took my virginity, remember? The first half anyway," Blossom purred as she put the dress on. "I was going insane waiting for you to shag me, you made me wait so long."

"How could I forget?" Sean replied, brushing her hair over her shoulder so he could kiss it. "You were so eager, it made it so hard for me t'hold back," he mused. 

"I was a hormonal teenager, what did you expect?" Blossom laughed, as if that had changed.

“You’re just as enthusiastic as you ever were,” Sean chuckled, buttoning up his shirt.

"I would guess you're thankful for that. I love you so much," Blossom turned so he could zip up her dress.

"I love yeh too, darlin'," Sean murmured, stealing a quick kiss. "Y'ready t'experience some romance?" he teased, opening the door.

"I am so ready!  Are you ready for us?" Blossom asked, peeking out the door. 

"Yes, ma'am, please follow me," Ellery exclaimed, guiding them to the table. She had no idea how many times her own parents had shared that very same table.

"Why thank you," Sean said, taking his seat and unfolding his napkin in his lap. "This all looks amazin'," he exclaimed, gesturing to the food and ambiance around them. You kids did a fantastic job."

"Thank you! We hope you like the food," Simone smiled, for once excited to see them have a moment like that. "You both look very nice." 

"We’ll give you some privacy..." Ellery winked, planning on watching from her cousin's room. 

"Thanks, babies, we really appreciate it," Blossom nodded.

Sean caught Simone before she could pass, pulling her into his arms to kiss her forehead. "Thank you so much for this, baby. I love yeh so much," he whispered before setting her back down.

"I love you too, Daddy," Simone felt her chest tighten with a feeling she didn't know yet, but she was proud of herself and her cousins. 

"Can you believe them? This is so cute," Blossom said before taking a bite of her mac and cheese. "Hmmm I wonder who taught her how to make this..."

“Pretty sure she’s learned from th’best,” Sean said with a grin, popping one of the nuggets into his mouth.

"You are the most handsome man in the world, I really hope I get the job so I can spend more time looking at your beautiful face," Blossom murmured. "Can you imagine? No more late night grading, no more early mornings running to work."  

"Is that th'only reason you want th'part?" Sean laughed, offering her a nugget next.

"I miss being on stage," Blossom admitted. "As rewarding as it is to prepare hundreds of kids to live their dream, I kinda forgot about what my dream was." 

"Then let's find it again," Sean murmured, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. "Plus I'll never complain about havin' you around more," he mused, cracking open the can of beer with one hand and taking a long drink for her benefit.

"The children are watching..." Blossom whispered with a giggle, stealing a kiss. "Don't tease me too much or I won't be held responsible for my actions, sexy."

"That's no fun," Sean drawled, leaning in to chase her lips. "Shall I wait til they go t'sleep then?" he asked, chuckling softly. 

"I can take a little teasing, but save the big guns for after bedtime," Blossom laughed, scooting her chair closer to him. 

"You got it, Mrs. Falco," Sean murmured. 

"Fuck, you're getting more charming with age," Blossom breathed. 

"It's a gift," he grinned, finally pulling back, not trusting himself not to take it too far. "You ready for dessert?" he asked, picking up one of the sandwiches Charlie had made.

"Y-yeah," Blossom tried to shake off the warmth that threatened to take over and took a bite of her sandwich. "Really good," she said, not noticing how messy her face was with chocolate.

Sean let out a soft chuckle, reaching out to wipe her lip. "Now you're startin' t'look like Nathan," he teased.

"Hey! I spent a lot of time with them growing up," Blossom laughed. "It was fun when Lyds and Win would go to work and we had eating contests. I always lost, but it was a good time. One time I finished a jar of nutella in three minutes, too bad Nats finished in two."

Sean shook his head fondly. "Should we go check on th'kids?"

"Yeah, they shut the door..." Blossom was about to stand up when she decided to steal another kiss. "Okay, now we can go."

"It's working! They look really happy,” Charlie cried in a hushed voice as he peered around the door, holding Simone’s hand.

"See? It's nice to see them enjoyin' themselves," Ellie clapped quietly. "Yeah, I guess they can love each other and love me," Simone finally concluded.

"Yeah, and we love you too!" Charlie exclaimed, pulling both girls into a fierce hug.

"I love you guys," Simone sighed, hugging them back.

"You don't have to watch them smoochy kiss, y’know," Ellery said, offering to hide her cousin's eyes as the adults leaned in.

"No, it's okay. I’ll get used to it," Simone nodded, determined to make it work.

Charlie patted Simone. "How about we play in the blanket fort?"

"Yes! I have legos, we can build a city," Simone shut the door and ran to the fort her mum helped set up.

"Hey kiddos," Sean said, knocking on the door before pushing it open. "Whatcha up to in here?" 

"Playin' with legos," Charlie answered, looking up as the adults entered.

"We have a city," Simone pointed at the buildings and houses. 

"Whatcha up to out there?" Ellery asked in a teasing voice. 

"The food was very nice and we're having a very good time, but we were worried about you," Blossom countered. "Quiet kids aren't usually a good sign."

"What d'yeh mean? We're always good!" Charlie exclaimed, planting his hands on his hips as he looked up at Blossom.

"But you're usually loud, like most little kids." 

"We didn't wanna ruin the romance." Simone explained.

"Aww darlin', you're th'sweetest," Sean murmured.

"It's a little early for bedtime and it's Friday, so... how ‘bout this, you kids can keep playing and watching TV, we're gonna watch a movie in the living room and have a cuddle. If you need anything, just call," Blossom suggested, kissing each of the kids on the forehead. 

"Don't worry! Go smooch on the couch," Ellery giggled.

"D'hear that, Blossom? I want some special cuddles," Sean whispered, wrapping his arm around her waist. "If you kids need anythin', just give a shout," he said, winking at Simone.

"Okay, Daddy," the little girl winked back before getting up to turn her own TV on. 

"Special cuddles sound amazing, we still got some beer left," Blossom whispered back, letting him drag her away from their kid's bedroom. "Wanna put a movie on and not watch it?"

"Sounds perfect."

@elliethesuperfruitlover​ @salvador-daley​ @firstpersonnarrator​

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The Librarian’s Request Event

The Library has reached over 100 followers!  So The Librarian wanted to show her gratitude by opening requests!  We here at the library have cultivated some prompt lists, and honestly The Librarian isn’t above anything at this point. We’ll be taking requests for the next ONE HUNDRED HOURS (Thats 12am on Sunday)

*We here at The Library refuse to judge.  We may not always understand, but we support our readers!*

Before we get to the prompt lists, this is a link to: The Rules and Regulations

Will Accept Prompts For:

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Darren Treacy (Love/Hate)

Klaus Hargreeves (TUA)

Billy Delaney (Me. & Mrs. Jones)

Luba (Mute)

Sean Falco (Bad Samaritan)

Luke (Cherrybomb)

Leon (Moonwalkers)

Roland (Three Summers)

Jack (The Messenger)

Vladek (Fortitude)

Cormac Mcnamara (Foreign Exchange)

Nikolai (Song of Sway Lake)

Vincent Rhodes (The Road Within)

Spiller (The Borrowers)**

Ivan Mccormick (Killing Bono)**

Archie Eden (Demons Never Die)**

Simon Lewis (Mortal Instruments: City of Bones)**

(May negotiate on Tom Natsworthy and Carles Casagemas.  Also willing to write my OCs as well: Violet Duval, Jeanie Turner, Rin Davies, Honey Comb and Selina Kostas)

Now, for what I hope you’re interested in, The Prompts!  Please feel free to combine or be as specific as possible.

Intimate

Hugs

Casual Affections

Kissing

Touches

NSFW 

Prompts that done sound like a porno

100 Smut Prompts to overwhelm you 

And because the Library now has one, just casually throwing up the OT3 Prompt list

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

List of Love Stories, Valentines Day 2021 drabbles

Hello my lovely fellow Sheefans!

Here is where I will be posting the results from my little Love Stories Valentine’s Day event!  I hope you enjoy, and if you like my stuff please consider a reblog! Thank you!

Note: Asterisks denote smut.

*light smut | **pretty smutty | ***very smutty

Klaus Hargreeves (TUA)

The End Justifies the Means*** Klaus x Reader Klaus surprises reader with a steamy hike in Brazil. Fun smut!

Magic Dance** Klaus x Reader Klaus can’t sleep and hassles reader for a little relaxation, which she delivers in spades.

Billy Delaney (Me and Mrs Jones)

Morning Melodies*** Billy x Reader Billy and reader have some fun involving a piano. Smutty, romantic fluff.

Sean Falco (Bad Samaritan)

Sleet Happens** Sean x Aev Swift Sean and Aev warm up after a mishap in bad weather.  Check out the series this is based on, A New Beginning, and here is more about Aev!

Luke (Cherrybomb)

Pyrotechnics** Luke x Reader An intense conversation takes a passionate turn. TW: talk of death and addiction, mild angst but a lot of smut with a fluffy finish.

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Smoke Rings*** Nathan Young x Lydia Bellamy. This sexy little drabble is about Nathan and Lydia from the Hard Candy series. Lydia is Simon’s little sister who had purchased a time travel pass from Seth several years in the future so she could go be with Nathan and stop him from meeting Marnie. If you’re not into OCs, just use your imagination and pretend it’s you, lol. TW: smut and Nathan being his usual gross self.

Zoom Goes the Dynamite** Nathan Young x Fem!Reader Reader needs a little extra help getting to the finish line during lockdown. Smut with some fluff.

Vincent Rhodes (The Road Within)

POP! Goes the Prosecco Vincent x Reader Vincent tries to help reader with her migraine but best laid plans often go awry. TW: this is really fluffy but there is a portrayal of a neurodivergence that I hopefully treated with sensitivity. We all love Vincent.

Simon Lewis (The Mortal Instruments)

The Smell of Fear Simon x Reader Reader escapes a sticky situation with Simon’s assistance.

[i-must-be-complete]

Shipping Time

Hice una recopilación con las canciones que mejor ajustan a mi percepción sobre las relaciones amorosas de los personajes, así que aquí voy. Por cierto, las pairings que tienen menos canciones son las que me falta desarrollar dentro de mi cabeza, jaja.

Miyu x Fay

Pink - True Love

Lacuna Coil - Cold Heritage

Maëlle - Si

Falco x Fox

Depeche Mode - Ghost

The Moody Blues - Nights in white satin

 Shoose - Masked Bitch

Panther x Krystal

Thalia - Seduccion

Indila - Love Story

Nostra Morte - Eres todo para mi

Wolf x Leon.

Armchair Cynics - Bang

Megaherz - 05. März

Eisbrecher - Verrückt

Lucy x Krystal.

Fey - Subidón (editado)

t.A.T.u - All about Us

LP - How low can you go 

Kool x Katt

Finger Eleven - Paralizer

Crazy Town - Butterfly

Meg Myers - Desire

Slippy x Amanda

Lana Del Rey - Young and Beautiful

Fox x Krystal

Ariana Grande - Problem

Simon Curtis - Enemy

Tragico Ballet - Sin Temor 

Andrew x Darsha (OC)

Cailin Russo & Chrissy Costanza - Phoenix

Falco x Katt

Marina and the Diamonds - Power and control

Two Feet - You

Bebe Rexha - Knees 

Leon x Falco.

Egypt Central - You Make Me Sick

Fox x Fara

Lilianna Wilde - Grind me down

Estas son mis ships principales (las que más exploro) pero pronto agregaré más, quiero decir, en cuanto encuentre la melodía adecuada. 

Y porque planeo hacer esta sección larguita, debajo del corte habrá más.

Pairings perfectas para AU's muy románticos y también trágicos:

Wolf x Falco

Rupatrupa - Humo

Wolf x Katt

 Cartel de Santa - El arte del engaño

Leon x Krystal

 Eisbrecher - Herzdieb

Panther x Leon

Eisbrecher - Rot Wie Die Liebe

Wolf x Fox

Cedweller - Heart on

Falco x Krystal

Dawn Richard - Pretty wicked things

Fox x Slippy

Absofacto - Dissolve

Leon x Amanda

Devil's Carnival - Trust me

Fay x Lucy

Clean Bandit ft. Louisa - Tears

Fara x Krystal

Florence and the Machine - Over the Love

Miyu x Katt

Shakira - Clothes makes the clown

Katt x Krystal

Red Velvet - IRENE & SEULGI - Naughty

Panther x Katt

Alejandro Sanz feat. Shakira - Te lo agradezco pero no

Leon x Shears

Gareth Dunlop - Devil Like You

Andross x Vixy

Mr Kitty - Destroy me

Scales x Krystal

Joji - Will he

Shears x Wolf

Saratoga - Luna Llena

Andrew x Lucy

James Blunt - You're Beautiful

Miyu x Krystal

Pink - Please don’t leave me

Leon x Fay

Deftones - Rocket Skates

Falco x Miyu

Ángeles del Infierno - Si tú no estás aquí

Fara x Lucy

Neovaii - Crash

Panther x Wolf

Rosenfeld - Do it for me

Katt x Leon

Megaherz - Beiss mich

Falco x Slippy

Linkin Park - Pushing me away

Wolf x Krystal

Cristina Aguilera - Genio

Bill x Fara

Conor Maynard - Animal

Fay x Katt

In This Moment - Adrenalize

OC's x Leon. (Nunca antes shippié OC con Canon, disculpen mi atrevimiento).

Ic3peak - Грезы

[seanfalco]

the perfect match masterlist.

The Perfect Match    ➛ A Timeline Anomaly Bridgerton!AU by @seanfalco​​ & @super-unpredictable98​​ 

Dear Gentle Reader, Another social season is upon us and Miss Blossom Bellamy, this year’s potential Diamond, has just entered society in a much a more gracious manner than her elder sister Lydia, who has rebuked all suitors since her debut and is quickly on the way to spinsterhood, along with her closest friend Winrey Lewis.  However, when not one, but three eligible young gentlemen rejoin the ton after years of being away, the social scene is certain to be turned on it’s head. Let the race to find the perfect match begin!

❥ Tags/Warnings: Nathan Young x oc, Sean Falco x oc, Regency AU, References to Bridgerton❥ a/n: Flor & I were in the midst of rewatching Bridgerton yet again, when we decided we needed to write an AU with the Timeline squad.  Introducing Sean Falco as the Nathans elder brother, and young Blossom as Lydia and Simon’s younger sister.

Chapters |

   ➛ I. An Introduction to Society    ➛ II. Whistledown’s Mistake

[seanfalco]

I. An Introduction to Society

The Perfect Match     ➛ A Timeline Anomaly Bridgerton!AU by @seanfalco​ & @super-unpredictable98​

Dear Gentle Reader, Another social season is upon us and Miss Blossom Bellamy, this year’s potential Diamond, has just entered society in a much a more gracious manner than her elder sister Lydia, who has rebuked all suitors since her debut and is quickly on the way to spinsterhood, along with her closest friend Winrey Lewis.  However, when not one, but three eligible young gentlemen rejoin the ton after years of being away, the social scene is certain to be turned on it’s head. Let the race to find the perfect match begin!

❥ Word Count: 4.9k ❥ Tags/Warnings: Nathan Young x oc, Sean Falco x oc, Regency AU ❥ a/n: Flor & I were in the midst of rewatching Bridgerton again, when we decided we needed to write an AU with the Timeline squad.  Introducing Sean as the Nathans elder brother, and young Blossom as Lydia and Simon’s younger sister.

Masterlist

❝Social season is officially upon us again," Lydia grumbled, stepping away from the pianoforte with an annoyed sigh when she saw her younger sister carrying yet another issue of Whistledown’s Society Papers, “also known as Lydia Bellamy's road to becoming a spinster!”

"That is your choice, sister," Blossom laughed, followed quickly by their father, who was trying to sneak a peek at the pamphlet over her shoulder.  "You have been in love with a boy you met ten years ago and refuse any other caller.  I am beginning to think you imagined this boy.  For heaven’s sake, a Viscount asked for your hand last year and you treated him no better than you would a rat!"

“Try to be a little happy for your sister, it's her first season and she is so excited to present in front of the Queen," Lord Charles murmured.  "Besides, perhaps someone will catch your eye yet, my dear.  Don't lose hope just yet." 

“Have you seen the new Whistledown?” Win Lewis, Lydia’s closest friend, cried as she hurried into the Bellamy drawing room, holding the latest edition of the ton’s favourite gossip rag aloft. 

Win’s family had lived across the street from the Bellamys since her father, Lord David Lewis remarried the dowager Lady Karen Edwards, and she and Lydia had been fast friends ever since.

"Yes!" Blossom exclaimed excitedly, straightening as the other woman entered the room.

"No."  Lydia rolled her eyes. "Why should I want to see what she has to say about my lack of a husband?  She believes me a shrew.  Honestly... why could you not be a man, Winnie? I would marry you in the blink of an eye,” she exclaimed.

“Oh, if only!” Win teased, pecking Lydia’s cheek as she flounced down next to her on the loveseat. “No, read this part!” she exclaimed, pointing to a column on the front page. “A new family is moving to Mayfair, and they have three eligible sons,” she said, lowering her voice conspiratorially.

"Wow... more mediocre men to fill in the spaces on my dance card," Lydia muttered, sarcasm dripping from every word as she glanced at the paragraph about the Irish Lords, a pair of twins and an older gentleman who inherited the estate after their father's disappearance. "Every man in the ton is the same, they see me as some sort of porcelain doll that will break if they so much as look at me wrong.❞

"Should you want them to see you as a bitch in heat?" Lady Linda Bellamy scoffed as she entered the room followed by her oldest, Simon. "You would be lucky to find someone like the Viscount!  Gentle, sophisticated, intelligent, polite–"

Win tried to hide her smile at Lady Bellamy’s words—she knew her best friend’s tastes were everything but what her mother had listed.  “You haven’t even met them yet, perhaps they’ll be more interesting than you think,” she murmured, nudging Lydia in the side.

"I suppose we shall know tonight at the ball, I am expected to attend... mama would certainly disown me if I would prefer to practice the pianoforte instead," Lydia grimaced.

"Good thing you know," Lady Bellamy said, fixing Simon's collar once more.  "So handsome, every debutant will be looking at you tonight," she murmured fondly, ignoring the sour look on her daughter’s face.

"At least we'll be able to attend together," Win reminded her before turning her attention to the other Bellamy sister.  "Are you excited for your introduction to society, Blossom?"

"So excited!  I can't wait to get married and live my very own fairytale with my husband," Blossom squealed in excitement. 

"Isn't she adorable?" Lydia teased, pinching her sister's cheek.

"How about you, Simon? Any ladies caught your eye yet?" Win asked, still grinning at Blossom's enthusiasm.

"Not particularly.  I-I might wait a little longer, the last thing I want is to steal Blossom's thunder by getting married as well," Simon explained, ever so shy and reserved.

"I wish my step sister was half as kind as you, Simon," Win muttered, flopping back to lean against Lydia's shoulder.

"Delilah is the shrew Whistledown should be writing about!  She has no class and no beauty, I pity the unlucky man she ends up with," Lydia huffed, folding her arms.

"She's been absolutely horrible over the winter, and now my step-mama is putting all her efforts into finding her a match.  She's already ordered twice as many dresses from the modiste as she has for me," Win grumbled, her lips twitching into a frown.

"And your papa says nothing?" Lord Bellamy asked, frowning.

"He seems too cowed by her.  I wish he would stand up to her from time to time," Win sighed.

"Do not worry, Winrey.  If you should ever need a dress, Blossom has dozens she has never had the chance to wear before her figure... changed so fast," Charles offered.

"Besides, you do not need to rely on appearances to make yourself interesting," Lydia added. "You are a better catch than Delilah will ever be, with or without new dresses."

"Thank you Lord Bellamy, you are too kind," Win added before taking Lydia's hand and giving it a squeeze. "Thank you Lyds, you are the best," she whispered.

"Well, this isn't too bad.”  Nathan muttered, opening the door to his new room.  The house wasn't nearly as spacious as the one they had back in Ireland, but it was satisfactory.  

"I am sure you'll feel at home in London soon enough," Lady Louise assured them.

"Yeah, once you feast your eyes on the bevy of young ladies at tonight's soiree," Nathaniel taunted, nudging his twin with a wolfish grin.

"I do seem to have extinguished my options back home..." Nathan laughed.  He was quite proud of his reputation, a rake through and through, something he didn't plan on changing. "I am lucky to have you and Sean, between th’two of you I do not need to worry about marriage."

"I still believe you'll eat those words one day," Sean teased, raising an eyebrow at his younger brother.

"And I shall love to meet the spirited young lady who changes your mind," Nathaniel laughed.  "For she'd have t'be spirited indeed t'put up with you."

"God has provided me with brothers so I could steal the virtue of as many young ladies as I possibly can," Nathan replied, running his fingers confidently through his unruly curls. "That is my divine duty, you two worry about wives and leave me out of it."

"Nathan!" Lady Young snapped, smacking the back of his head with her fan. "Please at least try to behave yourself here," she exclaimed. 

"Shall we make a bit of a wager?" Nathaniel asked Sean, lowering his voice. 

"What sort of wager?" 

"On which lady shall catch his attention first at tonight’s ball." 

"You're on," Sean grinned.

"You look absolutely gorgeous," Lydia murmured, placing a flower in her sister's hair.  "Remember, do not be too eager, men do not like it." 

"I will, if you promise me to be a little more eager, men do not like to be mistreated," Blossom countered, looking out through the carriage window.

"Should you find yourself terribly bored, you know where to find me," Simon winked at Lydia as their carriage came to a stop. 

"Do not worry, I shall find Win and dance the night away," she smiled, looking around for her friend’s carriage while Charles stepped down to escort Blossom.  Despite her elder sister's behavior she was a rather desirable young woman and she would certainly need a chaperone at all times.

Meanwhile, Win was sitting opposite her sour faced step sister and step mother, her eyes firmly directed out the carriage window as their destination neared. 

"Delilah, stop squirming," Lady Karen snapped as her daughter craned her head to see out the other window. "And you, Winrey, sit up straight.  A young lady doesn't slouch." 

Win merely rolled her eyes, but straightened, catching sight of the Bellamys and hurriying out of the carriage before it fully came to a stop.

"Oh thank goodness, there you are," she breathed, catching Lydia's arm as they stepped into the bright foyer.  "Have you seen them yet?" she asked, looking around for the Irish Lords they’d read about.

"How should I know?  I don't know what they look like!" Lydia giggled, her friend's excitement catching.  "I believe we must find the three new faces among the old tired ones we know so well."

"That is a good idea.  Let's seeeee," Win mused with a laugh, pulling Lydia along with her as she peered at each face they passed.  Soon she noticed three men she had never seen before—all three were tall and slim, the elder a hand taller than the younger two, and each bearing a head of dark curls and sharp green eyes.  The two younger men appeared to be identical twins, though they held themselves slightly different. 

"There!" Win exclaimed in a hushed voice, biting her lip as she looked them over.

"Oh my dear God, they are–"  Attractive was the only word Lydia could think of, but she didn’t voice it.  

The three men were incredibly attractive, to be sure, but so was the Viscount, as well as many other young men of the ton, but being handsome was not a guarantee of any other value. 

"Papa!  Look!" Blossom whispered.  "Do you think one of them shall ask me to dance?" 

"If they have half a brain, I'm sure they will," Lord Bellamy chuckled.

"See anythin' y'like, brother?" Nats asked, letting his gaze travel around the room, taking in the sights.

"I see many things..." Nathan wet his lips before taking a sip of his lemonade, “many beautiful young things.  Do you, brother?"

Lydia couldn't help but think those curls and green eyes were awfully familiar.  Over ten years back, when she was merely a girl, she had encountered a boy with those very same features.  A boy she had vowed to marry once they were grown, but it was simply a childish desire.

"I think I do," Nats murmured, “if you'll excuse me..."  Stepping away from his twin's side, he waded into the crowd, making his way toward Win and Lydia.  "Good evenin', ladies," he greeted, nodding his head toward them. "And t'who do I owe th'pleasure?" he asked, reaching for Lydia's hand.

"Miss Bellamy, Miss Lydia Bellamy," she answered, allowing him to take her hand, and for once she didn't feel the need to make a nasty remark.  "Good evening, my lord." 

"Oh, always in a rush..." Nate groaned, stealing a glance at the other young lady next to the one his brother was speaking with—shorter and more petite, but just as beautiful as the one his brother had chosen.  "I shall bide my time. Right, Sean– Sean?" he asked, looking around, his older brother nowhere to be seen.

"Good evening, I couldn't help but notice you across th'room," Sean murmured, bowing to Miss Blossom.

"My Lord," Blossom bowed back, trying not to seem too eager or blush too deeply, as her sister had advised.  "I-I am—"

“Miss Blossom Bellamy," her father cut in, amused by his daughter's reaction.

"Blossom," Sean mused as he held out his hand for her. "You certainly blush just as prettily as a blossom," he said, flashing her a grin.

"You are too kind," Blossom took his hand and looked back at her father for approval.  He simply nodded and let go of her arm.  "I'm afraid my face gives away too much.  I have never been a good liar."

"I've always thought it better to be honest than trying to hide what one thinks or feels," Sean murmured, letting her take his arm as he led her to the dance floor.

"Most agreeable," Blossom nodded, placing one hand on his shoulder.  "Although I have been warned against my overly passionate nature."

"I don't see what's wrong with a bit of exuberance," Sean murmured, placing one hand on the small of her back.  "Although, that may be my artist's spirit talking," he chuckled awkwardly, hoping it wouldn't put her off to know he was an artist.  Many young ladies tended to find that undesirable in a Lord.  If he were the second born, or a commoner, maybe it wouldn't be so frowned upon…

"You're an artist?” Blossom cried excitedly.  “So am I!  I have been learning every instrument I can get my hands on ever since I was a girl, and I like to believe myself a fair writer as well!"  Blossom felt her heart race a little bit more, sharing similarities was the first step to a good match. "What is your passion?"

“I’m quite interested in the use and art of the camera obscura,” Sean answered, his chest stirring with excitement at Blossom’s interest in his art.

"That is fascinating! I should love to see your art someday, it must look so real!"  Blossom's interest only grew the more she learned about him.  "My Lord, I have been so enthralled, I forgot to ask your name, what should I call you?"

“Oh!  My apologies Miss Blossom, you may call me Sean, Sean Young,” he answered.

"A lovely name," Blossom breathed, holding put her arm so he could sign her dance card. "Would you care for some refreshments, Lord Young?"

“Yes, let me get you some lemonade, Miss Blossom,” Sean offered, leading her over to the drink table.

"Thank you," Blossom followed, looking back at her papa who smiled.  "May I ask how a wonderful dancer and an enchanting gentleman such as yourself isn't married yet?"

“Ah, well,” Sean murmured sheepishly, taking a sip from his drink.  “There was a young lady I was courting several years ago, but I made a bit of a… misstep and she cut off our engagement,” he explained.

"Oh dear," Blossom laughed nervously.  What sort of misstep would cause a bride to call off the entire engagement?  It must have been really bad... "I am sorry to hear that, I am sure you seek a fresh start here in England.  I shan't ask any more questions."

“I… certainly hope so,” Sean murmured awkwardly.

"Miss Bellamy, might I have this dance?" Nats asked, winking at her as he kissed the back of her gloved hand.  Win shared an excited look with her friend before she was pulled out to the floor.  Spying the refreshments, she headed in that direction, half keeping an eye on Lydia and the young Mr. Young. 

"I suppose you are the one Lady Whistledown has been talking about.  My friend was most curious about you and your brothers," Lydia grinned.  It had been ages since she last danced with a gentleman, let alone one she actually wanted to dance with. 

"Oh yes, I read that. This Whistle lady seems to be rather important around here," Nats chuckled as he spun her slowly.  "Aren’t you curious at all?  I'll answer any question you like." 

"She certainly knows more than anyone else about everyone else.  I have but one question..."  Lydia stared deeply into those eyes and took a deep breath.  "Is this your first time in England?" 

"I..." Nats frowned, thinking.  "No, we lived here many years ago before my father left us," he answered, stepping in time to the spirited music.  "Why d'yeh ask?" 

"It’s just… you remind me of someone I met many years ago," Lydia admitted, moving without counting her steps, almost as if she knew exactly what to do.  "My family and I were enjoying the country and I remember spending one remarkable afternoon with a boy who had your curls and your green eyes." 

"Really?" Nats murmured, trying to think back. "It does sound like me, but as you can see, my twin and elder brother share those same features as well." 

"What I know is that the boy was the same age as me, so I believe your older brother to be out of the equation," Lydia mused–it would be nearly impossible to know for certain if neither of them remembered the event. 

Nats’ frown deepened. “I do vaguely remember my time here, but I’m afraid I can’t remember much,” he said apologetically.  He would have to think on it.  “It would certainly be a shame to forget a beautiful lady such as yourself,” he added, hoping she wouldn’t take offense to his lapse in memory. 

"It would surprise me if you did remember, it was so long ago and I was quite different back then.  Seems both me and my sister were late bloomers, as one would say," Lydia huffed a laugh, deeply hoping he was the one she'd been looking for.  "But thank you, you are very sweet." 

Nats bowed to her as the song came to a close. “I’m afraid I haven’t properly introduced myself,” he exclaimed, suddenly realizing that he knew Lydia’s name, but she didn’t know his.  “My name is Nathaniel Young, not to be confused with my twin, Nathan.” 

Lydia couldn't help her sudden bout of laughter, quickly clapping her hands over her mouth.  She didn't want to be rude, but it was impossible not to have a reaction.  "I’m sorry, my apologies, I am not laughing at you, I swear!" she giggled.

Nats’ expression twisted slightly. “Yeah, yeah, there was a bit of a misunderstandin’ when we were born y’see.  My mum fancied the name and so named me, but my father had already provided th’same name for my brother, bein’ none th’wiser,” he groaned, though Lydia’s laughter was infectious.  

"I am so sorry," Lydia took a deep breath to regain her composure.  For once she wasn't intentionally trying to scare a man away.  "I do like your names, if that's any consolation." 

“I’m used to it,” Nats shrugged.  “If it’s any consolation, you have a very lovely laugh.”  He grinned.  “Usually my friends call me Nats and him Nate.” 

"Very well, should not be hard to tell the two of you apart, seeing as your brother is much more aggressive in his advances."  Lydia glanced at her friend and the other twin, seemingly arguing.  "Win is one of the most important people in my life, if anything bad were to happen between them I'm afraid your brother and I would have a problem." 

“Ah… yes, I’m afraid my twin has no intention of finding a wife, but my elder brother and I wager he’ll one day find his match.  Perhaps your friend might just be th’one that changes his mind,” Nats said, craning his head to watch, hoping Nathan wouldn’t ruin his chances with Miss Bellamy if things went sour with her friend. 

"That is enough!  Excuse me, Mr. Young," Lydia made her way to where Win and Nate were having a discussion.

"Pardon me, miss, but I believe you must have lost your way, a beautiful angel like yourself walking amongst us mere mortals–?" Nate approached Win without a hint of hesitation and she turned to him, her brows rising as she looked him up and down. 

"An angel, you say?  More like a fallen angel if you ask my family," she scoffed. 

Oh, a complicated woman, family troubles... his bread and butter.  "Anyone who says such a thing clearly does not know what they are talking about, Miss...?" 

Win rolled her eyes, watching him carefully.  "Winrey, Winrey Lewis.  And you are...?" she asked, tilting her head at him. 

"Nathan Young," he answered, gently kissing the back of her hand while discreetly looking down at her cleavage.  "Should you give me the honor to share this dance with me?" 

Win hummed, deliberating, as if making up her mind.  "Alright, Mister Young, I suppose I shall give you the honour of my company," she said, a tiny smirk playing at her painted lips as she took his hand. 

"I certainly am the luckiest man here…" Nate bowed his head, leading her to the dance floor.  As much as he hadn’t planned on wasting the entire night on one lady... Winrey was so intriguing, it only made him want to know more about her. 

Win snorted softly, though her breath hitched when he pulled her in close, the sharp scent of his cologne making her head swim.  “Tell me, Mr Young, is that what you tell every young lady you dance with?  Or am I special?” 

"Is that the idea you have of me?  My heart breaks at the thought," Nate pouted, running the back of his hand along her jaw.  "You are indeed special, Miss Lewis." 

“And you are a rake, if ever I’ve seen one,” Win replied, cursing her voice for how breathy it’d become at his touch.

"Me? I assure you, I am nothin’ if not a gentleman.  I can guarantee you do not need to worry.  I would never attempt anything improper, Miss Lewis," Nate whispered a little too close to her ear. 

“Oh really?” Win drawled, her heart pounding in her ears.  “I’m sure once you leave my side, you’ll be on the prowl for the next young lady you certainly wouldn’t dream of compromising.”  The song came to an end and she barely curtsied though her heart pounded loud in her ear.

That was usually how it went.  Thankfully, he was never caught and forced into marriage, but Nathan knew there was nothing that made a lady want him more than not touching her at first.  "You don't see my affections as genuine?" 

“Not in the slightest,” Win countered, raising her chin to look him in the eye.  “I’ve met several men like you, Mr. Young.  I am familiar with your sort.” 

"I believe you, you are not an impressionable debutante... how old are you?  Five and twenty?" Nate asked with the only intention to rile her up. 

“Five and—!” Win gasped, falling right into his trap.  “I’ll have you know I’m only one and twenty!” she cried, smacking his shoulder with her fan.

"Are you a spinster by choice or do men just find you unpleasant due to your temper?" Nate laughed, knowing anger was way better than indifference.  If she had strong feelings, he had a chance. 

"Excuse you?  Who do you think you are, Nate?"  Lydia approached him defiantly. 

"Oh no... my sister, not again!" Blossom winced, watching the scene enfold across the room.

"Shit," Nats hissed, quickly following Lydia.  

"Maybe it's because of men like you that I haven't wed yet!" Win exclaimed. "You are so... so entitled!" 

"Uh, if you'll excuse me, Miss Blossom, I need to defuse this situation," Sean exclaimed, wading through the crowd toward the others.

"Yes, of course... Papa!  Simon!  She's doing it again!" Blossom cried.

"I've been nothing but respectful, but you doubt my intentions and call me a-a rake," Nate feigned offense and turned to Lydia.  "This doesn't concern you, miss.  Unless, are you secretly in love with Miss Lewis?" he whispered teasingly. 

"Oh, you are vile!  How could you share your brother's features and make them look so despicable?" Lydia gasped. 

"Nate, what are you doing?" Nats hissed as Sean joined them. 

"Brother, you're making a scene," Sean murmured under his breath.

"I am?  She is the one who started screaming at me!" Nate gestured to Lydia. 

"Because you disrespect my dearest friend!  Hear that, Whistledown? I did not start the scene this time!" 

"Let us breathe and collect ourselves, there's no need for theatrics," Lord Bellamy said, taking his oldest daughter’s arm. 

"I'm sure we will all laugh at this misunderstanding soon enough," Simon mumbled.

"Obviously you did something to rile the young lady," Sean hissed to his brother, glancing at Win. 

"Oh, the young lady is not riled," she replied, smoothing her expression with effort. "For there is nothing about the gentleman that is worth being riled about," she scoffed.  "Good night gentlemen," she added, bowing her head to Sean before directing a sharp glare at Nathan and turning on her heel.

"Win!  Wait!"  Lydia went after her despite wanting nothing more than to stay and talk to Nats all evening.  All she could hope for was that he would decide to call on her the next morning. 

"Simon, I feel faint," Blossom exclaimed, taking her brother's arm.  That whole scene along with Sean's mysterious wrongdoing made her head spin. 

"Would you like to go home?" he asked. 

"Oh, but Lord Young..." she murmured, torn.

"Lord Bellamy, Miss Blossom, I apologize for my younger brother's actions this night, I hope you might forgive the intrusion," Sean murmured, bowing his head to Blossom and her father. 

"Of course, my Lord," Blossom nodded. "I apologize for my sister as well, she is known to... pick fights, especially with men." 

"They usually deserve it," Lord Bellamy added quietly. 

"She is a credit to you, sir," Sean chuckled, though his gaze flicked to Blossom as he grinned. 

"I hope this misunderstanding doesn't get in the way of our... conversation," Blossom murmured.   

"On my part it doesn't," Sean murmured, kissing the back of her gloved hand. 

Blossom simply smiled, she suddenly felt so embarrassed having her brother and father watching them.

"Oh, great!" Nathaniel hissed sarcastically.  "Thank you so much brother," he grumbled, watching Lydia chase after Win.

"What did I do?  I was dancin' with Miss Lewis and she kept sayin' those things... she-she vexed me!" Nathan huffed stubbornly.  "And why should you care?"

"You were bein' you!" Nats groaned.  "She obviously could tell your intentions were less than noble and now you've chased off her friend as well, and just when we were—" he cut off angrily and strode away for a drink. 

"Oh, please, brother!  As if her friend, the first woman you set your eyes upon in London, is the woman you're going to marry!  I did you a favour, she is much too feisty."

"Maybe I like that about her," Nats countered quietly.  "I am bored of all the demure young ladies that simper and prance about.  I know you are."

"I do not mind how a lady behaves as long as her skirt is light and allows me under it," Nate smirked.  "I believe Miss Lewis fancies me." 

"And what makes you think that?" Nats frowned. 

"The way her breathing changes when I get closer, the way her pupils grow when she's lookin' at me..." Nate mused, leaning against the wall. 

"Oh, I know that tone," Nats groaned.  "Don't tell me you're goin' t'continue t'chase her?" 

"Why shouldn't I?  You know the ones who are hard to get are my favourites," Nate murmured,  picking up another glass.

"I suppose it's no use trying to discourage you.  Just... try not to make all of us look bad.  Some of us are just trying to find a match," Nats sighed, taking another glass of his own.

"I am glad you know me so well," Nate grinned.  "Not to worry, I believe I can only make you look better by comparison."

"You didn't have to follow me, you know," Win murmured as she stepped out onto the terrace, Lydia at her heel.  "I didn't mean to take you from your own conversation."

"You are my best friend, Winnie, no one is more important," Lydia wrapped her arms around Win.  "I am so sorry, that simple bastard had no idea what he was talking about."

"I think I'm more mad at myself," Win muttered, leaning into Lydia's embrace, "for nearly falling for his empty charms."

"His empty charms come wrapped up in the most handsome face, who could blame you?" Lydia sighed.  "It pains me to see you like this, his brother seems to be genuinely sweet."

"They are both quite handsome, are they not?" Win murmured. "So, you fancy his twin, then?"

"They are, and I do... I think I do," Lydia shook her head.  "He reminds me of the young man I told you about."

Win's expression changed, brightening. "Maybe it is him!" she exclaimed.

"Maybe... or maybe it was his villain of a brother, Mister Young cannot remember much," Lydia frowned.  "I can't stand to think about it," she groaned.

Win tsked and shook her head.  "Perhaps, but I doubt it.  Unless he's changed drastically since then.  But let's not think of it any longer tonight," she murmured, giving her friend's hand a squeeze. 

"Winrey?  Oh, there you are," Lady Karen exclaimed, stepping onto the terrace.  "I should have known I'd find you here," she muttered bitterly, "sequestered away with your friend instead of on the dance floor, searching for a husband.  No matter," she continued, looking down her nose at Lydia, "we are heading home.  Delilah's already filled her dance card."

"Really?" Lydia turned without letting go of her friend.  "It is not late enough and I don't believe there was enough alcohol served for Delilah to start looking more pleasant.  Be careful, you know what people say of ladies who dance around with too many different partners."

“Watch your tongue, my dear,” Lady Karen snapped, reaching for Win’s wrist.  “At least she has prospects.  Now, come.” 

“I am sorry, Lyds.  I’ll see you tomorrow,” Win murmured, wrenched away by her step mama.

"She certainly learned the art of fortune-hunting from her mama!" Lydia waved Win goodbye.  "See you tomorrow, Winnie." 

"Dear, your sister isn't feeling well, we are going home," Lord Bellamy called, waving toward Lydia to catch her attention.  "You better rest as well, replenish your energies after all the banter."

As Win walked out, joined by her step sister, she couldn’t help but let her gaze sweep the hall, wincing as her eyes met Nathan Young’s.  “Prat,” she muttered under her breath, though her stomach fluttered traitorously. 

As Lydia joined her family, Nats half raised his hand to her, waving at her as they left.  If only he’d been able to continue their conversation.

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about.

➞  My name is joz, I follow/respond from @/jozstankovich.  ➞  I am a 34 year old queer nonbinary writer and artist.  ➞  My pronouns are they/them.  Please do not call me girl, or refer to me with overly feminine terms of endearment/pet names. ➞  As much as I love Robert, I’m more interested in the roles that he plays rather than his personal life.

➞  Characters I will write for:

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Sean Falco (Bad Samaritan)

Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

Luke (Cherrybomb)

Darren Treacy (Love/Hate)

Billy Delaney (Me and Mrs Jones)

Vincent Rhodes (A Road Within)

Nikolai (The Song of Sway Lake)

Duncan Taylor (Geostorm)

Luba (Mute)

Simon Lewis (The Mortal Instruments)

Tom Natsworthy (Mortal Engines)

Eli (Antia B)

Lee (Jet Trash)

Spiller (The Borrowers)

Ivan McCormick (Killing Bono)

➞ The characters that are not crossed out are ones I will accept requests for at the moment.

➞  Tag Directory:

#joz.txt — text posts / rambling

#joz.wip — wips / writing snippets

#joz.fic — my fics

#joz.thirst — nsft text / thirst posts

#fic rec — my fic recommendation tag

#joz answers — asks

#oc stuff — any time I talk about my ocs

#housekeeping — blog maintenance

#srb / #icymi — self reblog / in case you missed it

#(name of trigger) tw — trigger warnings (if you want something specifically tagged, please politely let me know and I will try to accommodate you)

➞  My askbox is always open, so feel free to chat, just don’t be a dick.

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The Library Is Open For Requests

I'll be linking some prompts below. The general rules/does and don'ts (Thanks @seanfalco!) will also be attached as well.

The Library Staff would like to hopefully grow their readership in 2021 beyond just the few of you. Feeling challenged and continuing to keep those creative juices flowing would be a wonderful start to hopefully a better year for is all

Will Accept Prompts For:

** denotes new characters

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Darren Treacy (Love/Hate)

Klaus Hargreeves (TUA)

Billy Delaney (Me. & Mrs. Jones)

Luba (Mute)

Sean Falco (Bad Samaritan)

Luke (Cherrybomb)

Leon (Moonwalkers)

Roland (Three Summers)

Jack (The Messenger)

Vladek (Fortitude)

Cormac Mcnamara (Foreign Exchange)

Nikolai (Song of Sway Lake)

Vincent Rhodes (The Road Within)

Spiller (The Borrowers)**

Ivan Mccormick (Killing Bono)**

Archie Eden (Demons Never Die)**

Simon Lewis (Mortal Instruments: City of Bones)**

Prompt Lists:

List One

NSFW Prompt List 

Rules of the Library (Thank you @Seanfalco for these too.  Pretty similar to what the Library is willing to or not willing to do. Tweaked them to fit us)

1. Requests are considered.

I will usually make a post when requests are open 

I am not obligated to fill every request that I receive.

I write what inspires me at the time, they will be fulfilled as the muse hits in no specific order

If I find myself uncomfortable, I probably won’t be handling that request

I prefer sentence starters when receiving request, though sometimes super specific is ok if it is a gift.  But dont abuse that idea of a gift

Also please don’t spam requests. 

I write fem!reader or fem!OC.  It’s just what I’m most comfortable with.

To request anonymously do so through “Ask the Library Staff” and with your open Tumblr through the submissions and “Open Requests”

2. I don’t have a strict update schedule.

I work full time.  I try to write whenever I can.  I just wrote for two consecutive weeks straight and right now Im a bit burnt out.  Im attempted to finish two WIPs as well as challenge myself

I usually post whenever I finish.  It could be morning, afternoon or even middle of the evening.  I will reblog and have specific tags such as “Klaus x request” or “Darren x request” etc.

3. Things I won’t write:

canon x canon or slash – I only write x reader or x oc, I don’t mind including fem slash or threesomes with two male characters and a female character or two females and a male.  Im not above including ace representation

noncon – Im an assault survivor.  I just won’t do it.  I need to be better about mentioning protection

real person fic/rpf

Five smut - even aged up

incest- I know theyre fictional.  I know theyre adopted.  I just won’t do it.

coming out fics - it’s delicate

if you’re unsure if there’s a topic I will or won’t write, feel free to ask

A Caveat: I am not opposed to mixing my OCs with other characters at your request, nor do I have an issue mixing Robert’s characters with one another.  Even, dare I say, sexually.  To me that isn’t incest or twincest it’s.. more like masturbation LOL  

4. On headcanons:

When I post headcanons, I don’t mind if you reblog them, please do! If you want to brainstorm ideas you can ALWAYS message the Librarian or my other account Miss Kittys Magic Portal and we can share ideas or feelings :)

5. Tag List:

if you would like to be added to my taglist just send me a message or an ask and specify which types of fics you’d like to be tagged in (if its a specific series, or character, or fandom)

6. My Personal Tumblr Ask Box is always open if you want to chat, about Robert, his characters, anything!  I also have anonymous turned on, so please don’t be shy!  It makes my day to interact with y'all.  For here please use it (Open or anon) to request or answer or respond to Thirsty Thursday