#this is a bonus because my fiancé really wanted one since he grew up with one in his house

[simgerale]

we just put a deposit down on a home to rent for a year

[sunny44]

Marriage (part 3)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x ex fiancée!reader Mason Mount x Fiancée!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Max leaves his fiancée y/n at the altar on their wedding day but after years of regretting what he did, by a miracle of fate (or Lando) she appears in his life again.

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After that intense conversation with Y/N, I knew that I had taken an important first step in trying to repair what I had ruined years ago.

However, the uncertainty was what tormented me, I didn't know what she would do with the letter, if she would read it, if she would accept my forgiveness or even if she would consider the possibility of a second chance which was what I had wanted ever since I saw her again.

The days passed slowly as I waited anxiously for any sign of her. I didn't hear anything for the first few days but my curiosity and desire to know how she was doing grew with each passing hour.

So here I was lying on the hotel bed wanting to know more about her, so I decided to look her up on Instagram.

I typed in her name and saw her in a series of happy photos, all with a man I recognized immediately.

Mason Mount was her boyfriend.

My heart sank when I saw the genuine smiles on their faces, the trips they had taken together and the special occasions they had shared.

They looked happy and that only intensified my feeling of regret because it should have been me holding her and smiling for the pictures.

I spent hours scrolling through the photos, trying to reconnect with the woman I once loved, but I gave up.

But one question haunted me: had she completely gotten over what I had done?

What hurt me most was realizing how happy she seemed now, with someone who wasn't me. It was a punishment I deserved, a constant reminder of my own cowardice and foolishness.

Eventually I ended the session on social media, feeling even more miserable than before. Reality was cruel and it was punching me in the face.

The time I'd wasted, the opportunities I'd thrown away, it all came to light.

All I had to do was wait and hope that Y/N would read the letter, that she would consider my sincerity and my change.

I knew that life would go on, even if I wasn't part of it.

Maybe, just maybe, time and reflection could heal the wounds I had caused and allow us both to move on, even if in separate directions.

...

A few months passed and I lost hope as I didn't hear anything from her, not even a “leave me alone” so I tried to let it go but it seems the world was against me.

Because the moment I looked at the entrance to the garage I saw Mason and Y/n smiling and walking in.

"I didn't know they'd come here." I said to Checo who stopped next to me.

"They? Do you know both of them?"

"I don't know him personally."

"But do you know her personally?"

"Yes, but..."

"Max, Checo, please come here." Christian calls to us and we go over. "This is Mason Mount and Y/n, they're our guests for the weekend and he’s the one giving the small tire for the pole position."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Mason says and greets us along with her.

We chatted for a while until they left to walk around the paddock.

Bonus scene!

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Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya

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Maxverstappen1 Great qualifying today @redbullracing, the car was on rails, really enjoyable to drive

Thanks to all the fans out there 🇪🇸

Redbullracing Let’s go Max

Masonmount Good job mate

Y/n&maxfans I really miss them together

User81 who?

Y/n&maxfans Y/n (Mason’s Fiancée) and Max, they were engaged a few years ago

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[trip-tuckers-hyperspanner]

The Time During The Away Mission - 3

5 Times Trip Was Dumb + 1 Time He Wasn't

“Commander, I would highly recommend not touching anything brightly colored in a habitat like this one,” T’Pol said, watching Trip rifle through the foliage out of the corner of her eye. She was scanning the area with her tricorder. “There are plenty of species in this environment that could be highly poisonous.”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, missy,” Trip hummed, crouching down to study the dirt. He poked at some moss like it might crawl away or squirm or something. “I grew up in the American South. During my teenage years, I spent my summers in the Keys; my sister still lives in Florida.”

“I am familiar with Earth geography, Commander. It doesn’t excuse your dangerous behavior.”

“Is it really logical to worry about me?” he smirked. He swiveled his head to look at her. She was totally expressionless, save for the slight raise of her eyebrow. She always did that around him.

“It is logical to tell you that your behavior is illogical. What is not logical, however, is letting this obvious precariousness rule over my mind.” She closed her tricorder and clipped it to her side. She stood beside Trip as he continued to look. “This planet has highly enriched soil. It’s quite impressive; it would be suitable for colonization and farming.”

“Yeah; it would be a great summer home, don’t you think?” He dusted off his thighs and stood up — he had gotten a few leaves stuck in his hair. He waltzed over to T’Pol. “This biome reminds me of Florida, actually.”

“Do you miss your family?” T’Pol inquired. She turned to face Trip more fully. “You have spoken about them frequently since we arrived here.”

“I guess I do. But it’s not only that — I guess I just trust you more. I like what we’ve got goin’ on.” Commander Tucker set his hands on his hips, swaying a tad as he took her in. “You’d say we’re close, wouldn’t you?”

“You are indeed one of the few individuals I prefer to spend my time with,” she answered. She very gently plucked a leaf from his head and removed it. 

“Yeah, me and that guy you’re sweet on,” he teased, bending down so their faces were closer. She removed another leaf. “Are you gettin’ anywhere with him? Or do I need to talk with him and convince him he’s missing out?”

“I would say there is sufficient progress concerning our future courtship.”

“What about your fiancé Koss, huh? Are you still gonna marry him? Or does this attachment of yours just count as a little dalliance?” 

As T’Pol removed the last pieces of foliage from Trip’s hair, she took a brief moment to think up a response. She had neglected to consider how much he knew about her personal life. “It would be more logical for me to mate with a human when my objective is to study human culture. That is the purpose of my placement on Enterprise, is it not? I would be able to report on every aspect of human life from a personal angle.”

Trip frowned. “So you’re sayin’ you’re only interested in this poor guy because he’d make your job easier? Does he know about this?”

“It is not the only reason. It is simply an added bonus,” she told him. It was an attempt to calm him down before his temper continued to build; she wouldn’t want his feelings hurt before she reached her proposition. “My reasons for picking my mate are entirely personal; however, I must consider every aspect of it before I make my final decision.”

“And Koss just isn’t a good fit anymore?”

“Koss and I desire different things in life. I briefly considered staying his betrothed when he threatened my mother’s position at the Vulcan Science Academy, but thankfully, logical reasoning won at the end of the day. Her reasons were valid to the High Counsel. Not to mention the charges were clearly falsified.” She squared her shoulders. This was the only indication she was pleased to be telling him such things. “Koss and I no longer have a marriage agreement.”

Trip’s jaw dropped. “T’Pol! You didn’t tell me any of that,” he scolded lightly. He grinned widely. “So you’re not engaged anymore? Oh! Wow! Just wait until your guy hears that.”

“I anticipate his reaction will be somewhat similar to yours.”

“Can I be there to see it?” he asked, excited.

“Perhaps. I must tell you that you know him quite well,” she informed him. She started walking deeper into the forest they had been surveying. Trip followed.

“I do? It can’t be Malcolm, can it? You know he and Hoshi just started going out or something, right?” he asked, having trouble keeping her pace. She was more graceful than he was; he was tripping over everything (pun intended). Every rock, tree, and root caught each limb he possessed. 

“I was aware of their courtship before they were,” she said. She turned back to Trip, letting him catch up with her. He stood as close as he could to T’Pol without touching her. “Are you alright, Commander?”

“Of course, I am. Don’t get a bee in your bonnet, missy. And also, I knew you did since I was tellin’ you everything I thought was goin’ on, wasn’t I?” He brushed his shirt off. Suddenly, he made a very harsh expression. “It’s not Archer, is it?”

“Would it bother you if I were considering Captain Archer for courtship?” she asked. As soon as she said it, he knew Jon wasn’t even in the running. Still, it rubbed him the wrong way when he thought about it.

“It would, actually, considering he’s the highest-ranking officer on the ship,” he said. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. “And also, also, I don’t think you two are well-suited.”

“We work quite well together.”

“It doesn’t mean you should go off and get married. I mean, think about it. He likes water polo. No one likes water polo.” Trip pushed a branch out of T’Pol’s way. “Okay, aside from that terrible suggestion” — He bobbed his head to add even more emphasis than his voice did — “who could you possibly be interested in that I know very well?”

“He’s only a candidate for courtship,” she reminded him. She waited for him to pass under the branch. “He would still have to accept my proposition.”

“I don’t understand why anyone wouldn’t,” Tucker said sincerely.

“Would you?”

“Yeah, sure, if that was the kind of relationship you and I had,” he said nonchalantly. T’Pol suspected he had never considered a serious relationship with anyone in many years. She doubted he even realized he was on the list.

“I appreciate your high opinion of me,” she said instead. Clearly, he was not ready for courtship. “It is comforting to know you will be supportive of my choice.”

“Oh, no, T’Pol, that’s not what I said.” He crossed his arms. They still hadn’t resumed walking. It appeared Commander Tucker couldn’t walk and talk at the same time. “I said you’re the kind of gal who no one would refuse. That doesn’t mean I think any nobody deserves you.”

“Do you have an opinion of who does?” she questioned.

“Someone that fits all your qualifications. Handsome, smart, interesting, and caring. Archer might if he was more interesting in the world of romance. Trust me, I love the guy to pieces, but he’s not compatible with you.” He tilted his head as he thought. “Malcolm’s taken. Travis is handsome, smart, and caring, and he’s got interesting aspects. I don’t see you two together, though. Phlox…” He winced. “He’s got three wives, but not your type, I’d say.”

“You have very informed opinions,” she complimented. “But that does not answer my question about who you believe… ‘deserves’ me.”

Trip stuck his tongue out as he continued to think. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I don’t like the idea of you with anybody here, actually.”

“Perhaps you’re experiencing jealousy?” she suggested.

“Naw.”

T’Pol gave him a pointed look. “Are you certain this is not denial, Commander?”

“Believe me, T’Pol, I am happy as long as you’re happy,” he said, giving her a soft smirk. “Is it my fault that there’s a terrible range of options on the Enterprise?”

“Perhaps your perspective is skewed.”

“I seriously doubt it.”

“Despite my species’ limited telepathic abilities, I cannot read your mind, Commander.” She looked him over. Trip rolled his eyes as he felt her judgement.

“Then I s’pose you’ll just have to believe me,” he said. “What about me, huh? What if I asked you to make me a ‘candidate for courtship’?”

It seemed he was catching on. T’Pol gently nodded once. “You would be considered if you were sincere in your question.”

“And who do you think I would be a good fit with?” he ventured. He bounced on the balls of his feet. “Since you’re so logical.”

She had a glint of humor in her eyes. “Perhaps a woman with a niche taste in old-fashioned human entertainment systems.”

“Someone we know, T’Pol.” He laughed. “Who’s good for me?”

T’Pol took a sharp breath in. “Ensign Sato is already courting someone else; Lieutenant Briggs is not compatible with you in any way except physically; even with the other officers below you who could satisfy you both emotionally and sexually, it would be highly inappropriate for you to pursue a relationship.”

“So nobody, then?”

“I’m sure there is a perfectly sound candidate for you, Commander,” she said.  She considered the chances of this being an example of poor human flirtation tactics. “Would you like me to look?”

“Are you offerin’?”

“Only if you would desire it.”

“I’m happy the way I am, T’Pol, but thank you for askin’.” He chuckled at her and then continued walking. He was overtly pleased with himself. “Let’s see what else we can find in this forest, huh?”

T’Pol let Tucker lead this time. As they wandered over logs and little creeks, she asked, “Are we searching for more plant life or are you suggesting we look for animals?”

“Oh, why not both? This is a survey, isn’t it?” Trip scratched his head. “D’you think there’s a pond nearby?”

“Your constant search for pleasure distracts you from the task at hand.”

“It’s making the best of my situation, actually,” he smirked, wagging his eyebrows at her. “Besides, you know you love goofing off with me.”

“We do not ‘goof off.’”

“So asking me about which candidate is best for matehood is just… part of the job?” he asked smugly. T’Pol merely whipped out her tricorder and scanned the area once more. 

Commander Tucker set his bag down on the ground, turning to a tree. “Do you think the captain would allow for romantic relationships on board?”

“Of course,” she answered. “As long as crew members aren’t directly working with each other or in the same chain of command, there would be no reason to forbid it entirely.”

“Even if it’s unprofessional?”

“A lieutenant from the armory courting an ensign linguist would not directly impact team performance,” she continued. She took in her findings and saved them. M-Class to the very core. The only unusual part of the planet was its bright pigmentation. “You have no reason to worry for Lieutenant Reed and Ensign Sato. Their relationship, if handled properly, will only impact their ability to serve on some away missions.”

“How would that work for you, then? With your guy?” Trip asked, setting up the equipment for a widespread inspection. He pulled out a tripod and set up a specially-designed device T’Pol had not yet had time to make inquiries about. It was fascinating to watch him work under these circumstances. 

“It will be no different than how it is now, Commander.” 

He hummed as he tapped several buttons on the device. “That’s all calibrated… Did I convince you not to pursue him or something?”

“You did not,” she told him honestly. “Our relationship would simply not be affected by the chain of command.”

“Even though you’re Archer’s first officer?”

“I’ve thought it all out, Commander. Do you doubt me and my abilities?”

Tucker shook his head. “’Course not, but I still think it’s…” He trailed off and made a face. “Besides, the only person who could be pretty unaffected is me.”

T’Pol didn’t say anything. 

“Or is this guy just so low on the chain of command that he barely exists?”

The Vulcan turned to the human. “I would suggest we stay on topic for the remainder of our survey mission.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

[mrwinterr]

The Consequence [1]

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Female Reader

Summary: The reader is in search of Charles Blackwood as he’s been missing for several days and not once considering the warning that no good ever comes from being associated with a Blackwood.

Warnings: We Have Always Lived in the Castle spoilers (book and film). Smut and mentions of death in future parts but it’s all safe right now.  

Title Inspiration: “The Consequence” by You Me At Six.

Disclaimer: There are characters, dialogue and references from the actual book and film, We Have Always Lived in the Castle. They belong to the author and I take no credit for any of these elements. 

A/N: Reposting from my previous blog. This may not be canon with the book or the film, but my mind went down a rabbit hole. I just really wanted to get this out of my head. Lastly, if there is a story similar to this, I don’t have any recollection of reading one that is and if I’ve offended anyone by that, I’ll be willing to take this down and own up to any accidental plagiarism or entirely re-imagine this. Without further-ado, enjoy! 

P A S T

The decision was made. The decision was made days prior actually.

You were to leave your family to live a life of your own or more so a life with someone.  

“Listen to me, child. No good will ever come out of being with a Blackwood,” your father said as a final warning that for a split second it halted your steps towards the front door and your father really thought he regained control of his daughter except you didn’t have any more second thoughts. The relationship with your father especially was always strained.

Your decision was made, and without a second glance to your family that stood there watching their clan fall apart, you stepped out and hopped into the shiny, red car that awaited you.

P R E S E N T

You were currently sitting in the kitchen of your small apartment absent-mindedly nibbling on your fingernails. Your friend was talking animatedly about wedding plans, your wedding plans, but your mind was elsewhere. It had been a lot lately. Something felt different, you felt it in your bones a few days ago.

You were so distracted you didn’t see the hand waving in front of your face, or your name being called out repeatedly. You blinked a few times and slightly shook your head, bringing you back to reality. You looked at your friend apologetically for spacing out, while she took time to carefully help you plan your big day.

“I’m sorry,” you said sincerely, and you truly did mean it because she was the only support you had since you left your family five years ago. She was so excited when you broke the news to her and asked for her help, “my mind hasn’t been letting me rest with these thoughts.”

She looked at you sympathetically as you put your head in your hands because she knew where your mind exactly was. It was on your fiancé, whom you haven’t seen in several days after his scheduled arrival date.

“Something isn’t right…” you always started with, sitting straight up in your seat again, and as expected, you watched as your friend sit back and visibly sighed. She believed you were having jitters about getting married but no doubt that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with your future husband. “Please listen to me,” you began again, scooting your seat closer to the table, to her, eyes wild, pleading so she may reason with you and just like that you were starting to get frantic all over again.

“I have been listening to you,” she said trying to remain calm before she felt that she would finally have enough. You weren’t exactly helping yourself in easing your mind or taking the advice but then again you never were. She was about to replay the words you needed to hear but was cut off by your outburst.

“It’s been a week since he said he would be back. We are supposed to scout ceremonial halls on Thursday. What if his car broke down on the way back? What if he is hurt? What if…“ you ranted and ranted, your thoughts running and running, exhaustion evident all over your face.

You felt both your hands being grasped and your head snapped to your friend in front of you, who shouted your name for you to stop your worrying, “Charles is fine! Since when have you known Charles to never know how to take care of himself? This is Charles Blackwood. He’s mad about you, ok, so don’t for one second think he’s run off either.” She attempted to assure you.

She knew Charles Blackwood before your relationship began being as she grew up in this same town as him, while you in the town over. You were introduced to her during a town celebration and since being new, she offered to accompany you while Charles was away working on several projects. She was very happy to find Charles finally settling down with a good person. You liked her enough to confine to her of your former situation with your now estranged family and she thought of you as brave for wanting to create a life you always wanted and as a bonus with a person you love. You had no doubt though that Charles would run away but when you had a strong feeling and it involved him, you were almost a different person and you knew you weren’t going get the peace of mind you needed until you did something about it.

You nodded at her words but there was a still a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. You had been thinking a lot these days and it was time to act on them.

The decision was made.

“I’m going,” you said to your friend, who only frowned at you with confusion etched on her face.

The decision was made days prior actually.

“I’m going to find Charles and I’m not coming back without him,” you said right before getting up and walking away from the table to finally start on your plans.

You didn’t listen to a word your friend was saying as you gathered some of your belongings. You weren’t sure how much of your things you were going to need because you didn’t exactly give yourself a timetable, but you stuffed as much as you could fit into your suitcase.

“You need to rethink this whole plan,” was what you picked up on your friend spewing about, “you’re not thinking rationally. You’re just having those jitters again. Rest is what you need. Charles will be back, and you wouldn’t want to worry him with you acting like this,” she kept on but how could you expect her to understand the kind of relationship you had with Charles? No one did.

You closed your suitcase and finally looked to your friend, “I’ll give you a ring as soon as I can,” you said hoping that would offer some sort of appeasement. You watched as she frowned once more at you, but you knew you’d won. She wished you a safe trip and made you promise once more to give her a call once you made it to the town Charles said he would be in, a bit of what little information you could coax out of him, then she bid you farewell.

A/N: In my original author’s note at the end, I asked if anyone is still on a Charles Blackwood high and if catching feelings for this fool was a good thing or not (it’s not), but I’m going to blame the feels for Sebastian Stan. Also, not that it was noticeable, but I made one slight change and that was the decision to keep the friend nameless. I felt that if the readers refer to their own friend’s name in this story, it would make it more immersive. Hopefully. Whatever. I’d love to see what y’all think! 

[greennightspider]

Fated Instinct Chapter 15: Gluttony is a Sin... and so is Greed

Author’s Note: The above picture M’Baku’s family ain’t prissy, but they are royalty in Jabari land, plus they wanted to make a good impression for their future addition ;) The picture above that one? Well... it is HALLOWEEEEEN!!! The first half is inspired juuuust a bit by @laketaj24 fic Bet.

Summary: Sequel to Cabin in the Snow. Akari finds herself in a predicament after an accidental overnight stay in a cabin grants her the title of fiance to the chieftain-to-be M’Baku himself.

SMUT WARNING! 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14,  Chapter 16,  Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19,  Chapter 19(2),  Chapter 20,  Chapter 20(2),  Chapter 21,  Chapter 22, Chapter 23,  Chapter 24

Bonus Chapter 21.5

M’Baku x Akari (OC)

“Bet what hmm?” Runi raised her eyebrows, challenging her captor. No matter what the situation, Runi was always acted like she was in control, even when she didn’t have the upper hand. But even she was starting to have second thoughts about provoking the beast. Zahkele’s salacious gaze told her as much, who was eyeing her up like prey.

“Bet those black panties. And that bra.” He relished in watching her mouth turn in utter shock at his boldness.

But Runi was quickly shaken out of her daze, trying to wriggle out of his grip but to no avail. “Gyagh, so what’s the bet?”

All of a sudden they were snapped out of their negotiations as they heard the muffled sound of the front door slamming. The pitter patter of footsteps grew closer and closer, and Zahkele quickly twirled Runi around so her back was to his stomach, tightening his hold with one hand on her mouth and one around her waist. He liked the way Runi’s body moulded with his own, taking in the distinct scent of boysenberries that wafted from her skin. As they waited for the footsteps to identify themselves, Zahkele brought himself to Runi’s ear.

“Bet I can make you moan.”

“Kele!”

“What do you want Kaia?!” He roared, and beyond the door Kaia made a face at Zahkele’s unwarranted outburst. Little did she know his frustration of being interrupted, trying to keep a squirming Runi on lock in his arms. “Hold still!” He hissed into her ear.

“Did Runi come over?”

“Yeah, but she said she had some stuff to do so she went home.” This comment earning an angry muffle from Runi who then started thrashing. But before she could break free Zahkele, suddenly eyed up a soft spot on Runi’s neck, licking his lips before going in for the kill.

Runi let out a muffled squeal when she felt Zahkele’s mouth suckle on the nape of her neck. Zahkele raised his eyebrows, realising he must’ve found her sweet spot. He continued to nip and suck on the soft skin until he was sure it was going to leave a mark.

“Okay. Kari just wanted me to let the fam know she’d be going to the palace for dinner.”

The squirming stopped as both Zahkele and Runi unknowingly made the same expression of intrigue. And Zahkele would have normally pressed further, if he didn’t already have business to attend to. “Okay, sounds good, I’ll let dad know when he gets home.”

“Sweet.” Zahkele didn’t even wait for the pitter patter of feet walking away before continuing his brazen attack on Runi’s neck, weakening her with every lick. Every bite. . Zahkele let his hand roam her waist, feeling the slight curve of her hips that dipped in the tight black training pants she was wearing.

Zahkele had always seen the girl in his arms as exactly that- a girl. The loud-mouthed friend of his sister, but also friend of the family. It was until that fateful night Ever since that night Zahkele had started to notice Runi was actually grown. Fully grown. And night after night he had prayed for Hanuman to help him, considering he couldn’t help himself.

Runi let out a small muffled moan.

He really couldn’t.

Zahkele finished off his second hickey with peppered kisses along her shoulder until he reached her singlet strap. Satisfied with his victory, he released Runi, stepping back and watching her almost stumble as her very knees were weak. Zahkele causally made his way back onto the bed, lying down in the exact same position Runi found him in. They both heard the front door slam again, signifying the fact that both of them were now again alone.

“I guess I win.”

“Oh shut up.” Runi took one look at her former captor, lying there with a smugly wolfish grin, and for a moment paused to take in the image of his half-naked form. Before relieving herself of her singlet. She then jumped on the bed and immediately straddled Zahkele’s hips, grinding on his hard member through the fabric of his pants, rewarding her with a hiss from Zahkele before his hands found her hips once again. Runi brought her lips to his in a heated kiss, while Zahkele ground his hips upward. Neither one was willing to let up.

Even when Zahkele all but ripped Runi’s pants off while Runi furiously undid his own. When Runi settled herself on his lap, taking him inch by inch not by necessity, only to tease. Even when Zahkele gripped her hips as she winded on top of him, raking her hands up and down Zahkele’s chiseled torso.

Neither one was willing to admit defeat. 

Even when Zahkele’s grunts signalled his release at the beckon of Runi’s gasps, now towering over her as she raked her nails down his back and came with a loud cry. And as they both lay there in the afterglow, tangled in each other’s arms,

Neither one decided to let go.

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Laughter echoed throughout the hall as the Lord and his family unfurled themselves on the many pillows and furs around the lavish banquet before them. Nocawe had already started piling on her second plate. It’s okay Kari, you can do this. You’ve already met half the family, and your pretty sure none of them hate you which is good. Akari counted the facts that were in her favour, letting them bolster her confidence.

Akari in her silence mentally ticked off the names of M’Baku’s brother, all of whom were in attendance. Uuka, clad in a light blue sleeveless top with white furs on his shoulders, nearest to his mother and the chief at the head of the table. Next to him sat Akhona, dressed partly in armour like he had come straight from the battlefield. Akari couldn’t help but wish she was seated across from anyone but him, as his ambivalent gaze felt more cold than neutral.

On Akari’s side of the table she was sat next to M’Baku on her right and the youngest twins, Fundiswa and Gcobisa on her left. They both settled for talking amongst themselves, but gave her curious side-eyes whenever their conversation lulled, which was usually about fighting for food.

Akari knew that most times her quiet or aloof nature around strangers was interpreted as standoffish, or just plain snobby. But in reality, Akari was just confident in herself that she didn’t feel the need to make small talk with every person in the room. She was comfortable in her silence. Well, usually.

“M’Baku my boy, you’re fiancé has barely said a word! It must be because she’s ashamed at your manners.” The chief chided his son, who was halfway through his second helping of rice before casting a concerned ‘you okay?’ glance towards Akari.

Akari gave a sort of ‘help me’ look towards Nocawe as the chief threw back is head in laughter, while Nocawe (with a mouth half full of papaya) mouthed to her the word ‘breathe’. Akari had gone to Nocawe for advice as soon as M’Baku invited her, for which Nocawe was only more than happy to help.

The most important thing you can do, is be honest child. Even if it is not the most ‘proper’ answer. The chief values honesty, and as long as you are truthful, it will be fine.

“Well to be honest, my Lord, I am very anxious.” Akari chuckled nervously, and M’Baku put his bowl down at the boldly open answer his fiancé gave. “I am not only in the presence of our chieftain, but my future in laws, and in truth I don’t know which I am more nervous about. I care for M’Baku, and he cares for his family, therefore I hope to make a good impression.” She finished with a shy smile. The chieftain smiled and nodded at her words, and Nocawe sneakily gave her a wink and a thumbs up.

“Do we scare you?” The chieftain prompted.

“Oh Hanuman no!” Akari laughed loudly for the first time that night, earning raised eyebrows all around. “My father made sure to beat fear out of us when we were young.” Akari skulled back a cup of cordial, before her expression went dark. “We have no fear.”

The brothers all made nervous eyes at Akari’s sudden change of tone and the sliiiiight hint of bloodlust in her eyes, making them wonder what kind of training she had endured before their father burst into laughter yet again. “That is exactly what I would expect from Eshile’s offspring, nothing less!”

The brothers relaxed while the chief continued on. “I have fond memories of your father. We did not call him the ‘fang of the Jabari’ for nothing.” Nocawe nodded in agreement. “Only my wife here was bold enough to face him in training, and that was because your father would bribe her with the promise of exotic foods if she won.”

“What can I say, the food was good!” Nocawe shouted in her defence with her mouth half full of sweet potato, and Akari couldn’t help but burst into laughter, as did the table.

 The night continued on with many a tall and entertaining tale, including several childhood memories that the brother’s had wished had never resurfaced. Nocawe and Daluxolo however seemed content to embarrass their children, especially M’Baku, who by the end of it had earned a worn out Akari on his shoulder who had almost been brought to tears at not only the stories, but the story-tellers themselves, who she was guessing were mostly excited by the fact they had a fresh audience.

M’Baku walked Akari through the large hallways and watched her wipe a tear from the corner of her eye. “I’m glad you had fun.”

Akari burst into a small chuckle. “Well I’m glad I came M’Baku, I hope I made a good impression.”

“Are you kidding? My father was practically beaming with pride when he saw you fall off the cushion almost scream-laughing.” M’Baku smiled, before looking to the side with hopeful eyes. “I hope that you will come again?”

“Of course Baku, I’d be honoured.” Akari flashed him a genuine smile, and M’Baku thought his heart would stop. Something warmed him inside at the sight of his fiancé’s happiness, something that made him feel pride. Grandmama Nobomi watched from her little corner as she weaved in the moonlight, waving to the happy couple as soon as they passed by. But as soon as they were gone from sight Grandmama Nobomi shifted her gaze to the shadows.

“Are you done spying?”

Nobomi watched as the figure emerged from the darkness, her eyes softening slightly when the familiar face stepped into the moonlight.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

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[artificialqueens]

Supersonic; Stars Are Falling And So Are You (Pearlet) - shadyqueenie

A/N: I know I should be posting “It’s not personal, it’s fiction” but I had this idea and I wanted to write it so, so, so bad… that I did. End of the story. It’s a collection of one-shots, each one has a focus on a specific pairing. The only leitmotiv is the setting – the fashion business. The title is Supersonic just because I’m obsessed with Detox’ songs (you can listen it here). K! Today’s pairing is Pearlet, with Matt and fem!Violet – Matt sees Violet a year after their breakup. Based on a personal story of mine. (Actually, I’m using this collection as an outburst. Sorry!) Hope you’ll enjoy it! (catch me on @shadyqueenie here on Tumblr if you want a specific pairing, or (as always!) correct my grammar mistakes!) Your duh, shady

SUPERSONIC – STARS ARE FALLING AND SO ARE YOU (PEARLET)

They don’t pay me enough. Matt repeated this line like a pray, sit in the backseat of a luxurious car. Traffic was so dead slow Matt couldn’t bear anymore his restlessness. He suddenly realized he was eating his nails. It was something he started doing since he accepted the job as Michelle’s personal assistant, almost a year ago. When he gave up modeling, he wanted nothing to do with that world a single moment anymore. But he had bills to pay and had almost no education. Since he was sixteen Matt has been doing nothing but modeling, and gravitating towards fashion business. So, as Michelle offered him a job he immediately took it. And immediately he regretted it. Being the assistant of the stylist of one of the most important fashion houses of the country sounded like an appealing job – but in the end was a never-ending series of “bring me a coffee”, “carry the models to the sets” and sometimes even “do the laundry”. Matt went from being the spoiled model to the one that spoils the models in a handful of days. He didn’t even have enough time to sleep, and that was the most triggering aspects of his new job.

Yes, Matt was bored stiff. But then, that day, Michelle called him at her office for his daily schedule. “Just one thing today Matt, and I know I might ask too much but… A model is arriving at the airport for tomorrow’s runway show. I need you to come and pick her, since she doesn’t want to reach her hotel by taxi” she looked up to the sky, giving him the impression that she wasn’t really pleased by that behavior. Matt raised an eyebrow – Michelle wasn’t an easygoing person. Usually when models come with ridiculous requests she was used to ditch them, searching for someone else. “Ok” he simply replied. Honestly, it was none of his business. “Don’t you even ask me who she is? Aren’t you curious?” “Do I have to?” “Well…” Michelle took a deep breath and played for a bit with one of the enormous ring she was wearing “I will tell you, so you won’t be surprised… Nor that I think your face can handle more than expression that you always have” she joked, but then suddenly she became serious as she looked at Matt right in the eyes “It’s Violet.” “Oh.” So, that’s why Michelle had that ridiculous smile printed on her face. Did she choose Violet on purpose? Knowing Michelle, it could be – after all, she knew why Matt gave up modeling. He’s been Violet’s fiancé for years. He imagined a happily ever after life with her. Maybe with children, a tiny countryside house, a medium-sized dog with a pedigree and a bunch of shits about what he didn’t care anymore. When they broke up Matt felt so heartbroken he didn’t want to model anymore, as it remembers him all the good times he had with her lover and job partner. “Ok, no problem. When do I have to leave?” “Now? There’s a car outside waiting for you” Michelle was surprised Matt didn’t bat any eyelids at her request. But Matt era was made that way – he didn’t let go out even a single emotion “And Matt…?” “Yes?” he stopped by the door as Michelle called him. “Don’t waist time during the travel.” Matt didn’t even bother to reply, but waved at her and exited. Michelle sighed. Matt was unprofessional, but she grew fond of him since the first time she hired him as a model, almost seven years ago. Even if he looked like a sleeping beauty he was focused on his tasks, and in the end he became an excellent assistant. Moreover, his carefree attitude didn’t let him cry when Michelle shouted at him because she was stressed-out at the Fashion Week – and that was definitely a bonus.

He waited for Violet at the airport entrance. Unexpectedly, he didn’t felt nervous, nor anxious. Not even happy, though. Seeing her didn’t matter anymore. But… was she expecting to see him? The answer arrived minutes before. As Violet realized he was the one that was waiting for her, she stopped walking. She paused for what seemed a century, and then continued walking slowly, step by step. Behind her large sunglasses Matt could tell she was looking at him right in the eyes, her usual and mischievous smile printed on her pale face. “Well” it was the only word that exited her lips in a long time. “Hi, Violet. I’m Michelle’s assistant” “And what’s your name…?” She said playfully, handing him over a leather carryall.   Matt simply looked at her. A year has passed, and she still looked as the day they spilt. Apart from her hair color – now a platinum blonde that hardened her features, there were nothing remarkable of new on her. She kept on wearing those old-fashioned dresses and curling her hair. Of course, she was beautiful. Matt heard form mutual friends that that year she travelled the world and was on the cover of a lot of fashion magazines. He couldn’t complain Michelle for wanting Violet to be one of the leading models in her Fashion Week’s runway. “I’m working Violet, and I don’t really want to play those kind of games” he replied annoyed as he took her luggage. Not that it was his duty carrying her luggage, he just wanted to be polite – a real gentleman – and avoiding sparks for an argument. “That’s a pity… I remember you were really into role playing” she tried to tease him once more. Her voice was loud as she was trying to call the entire airport’s attention. And she succeeded, but the only one who didn’t look at her was the focus of her attentions. Rolling her eyes, Violet followed him three steps back.

“That’s what you do now? Michelle’s lapdog?” she asked once they entered in the car. She protruded towards him, a bit too way flirty for Matt’s taste. “It’s called assistant. I needed a job and was the best one I could have found” he decided to ignore her as much as he could – that’s why he kept his glance on his phone while talking. He was also trying to reply at Michelle’s message. She asked how things were going, but Matt was so pissed off he replied with a simple ‘done’.  ‘Just act professional’ was the only thing Michelle replied. He could her sighing for miles. “You’re too old to model?” her sneaky comment called his attention, though he found it pretty rude. She knew, he was sure of that. He raised an eyebrow, looking at her ex fiancé “And you?”, but the tone he used was more like a joke than a dare. Violet smiled at him. She wasn’t really used at Matt doing jokes so, even if she didn’t think that was a good one, tried to laugh. But Matt never tells jokes, and Violet never laughs. “Do you remember last year? Today, a year ago, we staying in that beautiful suite…” she whispered those words, slightly touching his arm. The blonde kept looking at her, nauseated by that behavior. It was like he didn’t want to talk to her. Well, he actually didn’t want to talk to her. Matt avoided the ‘Violet topic’ for almost a year, and remembering the good old times wasn’t easy. Especially the old, good times with her. “Violet” Matt sighed “I don’t want to talk about us, honestly” “Then you can at least tell me why did you stop being a model? You know you were good” she tried again. “Why do you want to talk?” “Because we have never had the chance since…” “…since I found you and Miss Fame in our bed?” he finally told it. He couldn’t take it anymore. It was last year’s spring. They were hard times for them, always arguing and fighting. In spite of that, they were still together and Matt was even thinking about proposing. But then once, when he entered their home he found Violet having sex in their bed with one of the models he hated most. He felt his heart cracking. Matt swore he actually heard a faint sound – like a glass crushing into the floor. He locked himself in a hotel room for days, avoiding his friends, his family and most of all he avoided Violet. He cried and slept and drank way too much. A week later he exited the room and he felt as if he was a new person – he decided that Violet was a bitch, that she didn’t deserve his tears. And never spoke of her again to anyone. “Yes.“ she breathed. "I don’t really feel like talking. With you, about you” “I know it was wicked of me letting you know I was in love with someone else in that way. But it has been a year. Can you just…?” she looked at him with puppy eyes. It made Matt’s blood boiled. That glance was something Violet used to do when they argued, because she knew that was one of Matt’s weak spot. He was aware of what Michelle wrote him moments before, but he couldn’t handle it. Not after a year, as Violet remembered him. “No Violet, I can’t ‘just’. And you know why? Because you’re a spoiled bitch. You don’t love anyone but you. Not me, not Miss Fame. And I’m so sorry for her when she’ll find it out. Because that’s it – everything’s about you, your desires and your life. You want to talk now? I don’t want to listen to you anymore! Guess what? I’m here because I’m forced to, not because I’m delighted to stay by your side – as you might have thought” he paused, just for a second, trying to catch his breath. Yes, definitely too many words for him “The world does not revolve around you. And you’re not a princess, you’re just a whore.” Since he started talking, Violet looked at him with mouth open. She didn’t think of Matt capable of such a long speech, or such a loud voice. She was almost impressed. But he tried to harm her with words and Violet couldn’t let him got away with it “Maybe I’m not a princess, maybe the world does not revolve around me, but you know what? I was trying to stay in good terms. You don’t want it because you’re jealous of me.” “Of you?!” “Yes! Because I’m still a famous model, because I travel the world and have a fucking gorgeous girlfriend. While you are just Michelle’s assistant. You are a loser, Matt.” Two minutes after, the car stopped. Matt took her luggage and carried Violet to the hotel for the check in. “I’ll come and pick you tomorrow at 11a.m. Don’t be late” said Matt as soon as she was given the key for her room. He didn’t bother waiting for an answer, and left the building without saying goodbye. The next morning Violet did not try starting a conversation with him. She kept her glance down to her phone during all the travel. It has been a difficult night for Matt. He felt bad because of what he told Violet, but he knew that it was good for him. After a year he felt a bit lighter. Luckily the travel didn’t last too much, and as soon as the car stopped Violet rushed towards Michelle, who welcomed her with open arms “My dear”, she said with a beaming smile. “Michelle” Violet kissed her cheeks and smiled in turn. Matt knew she was not happy at all, he could tell by her eyes. He cursed himself for knowing Violet so well after all that time. “How was the trip? And how Matt behaved?” Michelle asked apprehensively. The last thing she wanted was that one of her leading models was pissed off. Violet looked at Matt “Fine. Matt wasn’t suited for being a model. This jobs suits him better” she had a pop at him “Not everyone can be stars”. “Watch out, Violet” Matt replied glacial “Sooner or later, all the stars will fall” “Not me” she rebutted with a malicious wink, before heading to the backstage. “Matthew James” Michelle said nothing but his full name. Her tone sounded like a scolding. “Yup, sorry. It’s just- she’s so…” Michelle smiled and patted his shoulder in sympathy “Got it. But I expect you to act more professional next time” as soon as she said that, her phone rang “Ok, I’ll be there in a minute. Matt” she raised a hand towards him, trying to catch his attention “I think your job’s done. If you want to stay in the backstage and see the runway show that’s fine. I could use some help later” The blonde guy nodded and put himself on the bench, trying to avoid nervous seamstress, clumsy assistants and hysteric models. Most of the people might have thought that the scenario was insane – but Matt missed it. He missed the sensation he was feeling every time spotlights were on him, how professional make up artists gave him those fancy looks, how people looked at him – envious of his grace. And now, he was no one. Just Michelle’s assistant –  Violet was right. And that was all because he couldn’t divide his personal life with his career. After their breakup with Violet he tried to walk the runway, or posing in front of a camera – but he always looked tired, annoyed and, most of all, sleepy. So people started not to call him anymore. There were rumors about him abusing of drugs. Once he heard a photographer saying “this could be the only reason why he looks always so sleepy. He must have an addiction on Xanax, or Valium. Or some shits like those. I don’t think we can work with him anymore”. His heart cracked again. He was 24 and his career was already over.

Following his train of thoughts, he didn’t even realize that the lights went off. It was the sign the runway show was about to start. For his position he could see all the models entering the runway, while he was standing just next to the exit. As models walked next to him, they waved at him, or breathed a “hi!” –  after all most of them knew Matt since they worked together. But every time Matt lowered his glance – in their eyes he must have looked pathetic, standing there as if he was trying to relieve his past. Then his glance met Violet’s. She was the next one on the runway, and she was looking at him back. She blew him a kiss, cocky as Matt remembered her. The second after she was ready for walk the runway. Michelle wanted only beautiful models, and Violet was no exception. She knew how to seduce his audience, how to walk in a professional yet super provocative way. The way she looked in front of her, confident because of her charming glance, was part of her allure – and was also what made Matt fall in love with her once. Violet turned around, ready to cross the exit. Matt, attracted like a magnet, protruded in order to see her better, and that was one of the best decision he had made in ages.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to see Violet falling, just a few steps before the exit, as one of her heels collapsed.   It was a massive fall. The audience went with some laughs and “oh!” and Matt was so sorry, he couldn’t help but laughed too. Still, as he saw Violet struggled standing up, he was the only one who helped her. He walked shyly towards her and extended his hand. His first time in a runway after a while and he was next to Violet – how ironical. Not everyone would have helped Violet, if they were Matt. But he has been in love with that beautiful woman. And she has been in love with him. They used to watch old fashioned films, enjoying expensive cocktails in luxurious bar, traveling together. He loved spoiling her with jewels, and she loved buying him neckties. They spent almost five years together, maybe the time of their lives, and they both knew it. Violet and Matt were once in love with each other, and that was undeniable. That’s why he couldn’t stand seeing her that way. She looked at him imploring, tears coming in her eyes. Matt has never see her more humiliated. It was strange, painful but still satisfying. For the first time in a year, Matt felt like he was a winner. For once, he was right. “Stars are falling, my dear Violet. And so are you.”

(to my ex boyfriend – you shady little bastard, what an amazing experience seeing you falling from the runway)

[thedarkestcrow]

1/2 small bonus idea to why Ciel took the name Ciel, besides the "spare" thing, although my idea factors it in. What if C was very good friends with Lizzie, maybe even more connected with her as a friend than Real Ciel was? I could imagine him being allot more open about some things with her, than RC would have been. While RC was learning how to be colder, and more distant, C was allowed to be more of a normal child, and as such, he had an easier time connecting with L. Maybe, without him

2/2 knowing, L started preferring him, over his brother, but she, of course, couldn't just admit that, especially since RC was her fiancé. So when C thought RC had died, he not only decided to take his place because he was the "spare" but also because he thought L would have wanted her fiance back, and not just her friend C. Maybe she only started loving C as RC as a fiancé fter the month, because she thought something had changed, and she didn't realise it was her friend, and not her fiancé who

3/3 had returned. I'm not saying she didn't love RC, or care for him, we know she even make him something for his birthday, but maybe that was influenced by their respective roles. And I'll repeat, I'm not saying she didn't love RC, but I could almost imagine that she spent allot of time with C, telling him secrets and woes, she felt she could never tell RC. Maybe when he returned claiming to be RC he had to stop himself from going back to just being her friend, and being "there for her."

Lizzy grew up with both twins so yes, she spent a lot of time with our Ciel, too. And maybe her relationship was really a bit different with each of the twins. But they were so young back then, I don’t think she really loved either of them back then. She cared for both of them. And I think at that time she may have liked them equally, though her role as the twin’s fiancé of course predetermined her future. But at that time, I believe both twins were good friends of her.

We know how hard the twin’s words about him being scared of strong women like Frances shocked Lizzy and how it changed her way of living. So she surely had feelings for him, too, and wanted to be a perfect wife for him, not only because it was expected of her.

But when our Ciel came back things developed further. Maybe because they both had grown up emotionally and because they were no longer children she started to have deeper feelings for him. And what they’ve experienced in these past three or four years probably made her love for our Ciel even greater. Even though she now knows the truth I believe she now loves our Ciel instead of the real Ciel. But because of her role as the twin’s fiancé she’s confused and desperate now and doesn’t know what to do. It’s not like she doesn’t care for the twin anymore, it’s just that I think she loves our Ciel now.

And as for our Ciel’s decision to take his brother’s identity, I’m not so sure if he really thought about what Lizzy would have preferred. Sure, other people’s preferences (or what our Ciel thought they would prefer) may have played a role, too. But I think it’s mostly that our Ciel talked himself into believing that he’s not worth to be the one to survive. He shows to feel guilty for what happened to the twin. So by taking his twin’s identity it may have been in order to let the person our Ciel really is ‘die’ while the twin, the real Ciel, ‘survives’. It’s like our Ciel wished that he had died instead of his brother and by taking the twin’s identity he tries to make that lie a reality.

(I’ve written a more detailed post about my thoughts on that here, if you’re interested.)

And in this light, our Ciel may have also thought that others (including Lizzy) would be happier if ‘Ciel’ returned. But first of all I think this was a decision based on his own guilt and his own wish to change how things turned out.