#we've been doing this with mama and i wish we knew how to do it sooner!

[bunnyandcoffeeposts]

Saving a Bad Situation

If you ever have a day/outing/conversation that just isnt going the way you want it to, everything just feels icky and wrong, and youre starting to think absolutely nothing can salvage it, consider Starting It Over! Not everything is going to perfectly all the time, but if you feel like you're losing control of a situation this play-pretend strategy can help you get back on course! Here are some ways we've used Starting Over to help get things back on the right track:

We were having quite a yucky morning - We woke up because of a bad dream, our morning tea wasn't made right, we forgot to eat breakfast until we were way too hungry, and we found out the plans for the day had changed drastically. It felt like the whole day was going to be miserable. So we Started Over! We got back into bed and set an alarm for 5 or 10 or 15 minutes, then closed our eyes and just laid under the covers hugging a stuffie until our "reset period" was over. We could pretend that the change of plans had been made the night before and so that was now just the plan for the day "like always", we remade our "first" cup of tea, reminded ourself to put toast on, and that bad dream was from "yesterday" morning!

Through neither person's intention, an important conversation was miscommunicated or misinterpreted, or a little bit of both. We both were long past upset and neither of us wanted to snap at each other. So, I said that I'd Like to Start the Conversation Over. We hung up our call, we both took a deep breath, and used our own mistakes, and our now better understanding of the other person's thoughts and needs to work through the conversation more carefully and considerately. We started the call over, greeted each other just like we hadn't talked at all that day, pretend that the previous talk never happened, but still had a productive and positive talk

I really wanted to play video games with Mama, and Mama really wanted to play video games with me! So, understandably, she moved rooms to the computer that has her games on it. I wasn't sure on how to communicate beforehand that I wasn't ready to change rooms, so the quick change with no transition period made me feel jostled and upset. So i said "I'm almost ready to go to the computer" and put in censored text that i would like to play pretend for a few minutes. We both pretended that we were still in bed and when i felt comfortable enough said that i was ready to "go" to the new room, covered my eyes for a few moments as we "went to the new room" and then took a few minutes to get adjusted. Physically we stayed sitting at the computer the whole time because there are a number of stairs in between, but it still gave me the effect of that transition period i needed

This is something mainly used with the littles or on days where emotional regulation is more challenging, but that doesn't mean that its little or autistic exclusive; everyone needs to hit the reset button sometimes! No, not everything in life is going to go exactly how we want it to, and we all need to be able to adapt to things out of our control, but that doesn't mean something "small" has to ruin your day, or that you can't take a breather before giving something a second go!

This is just something we've found helpful for us and been using more often lately to keep issues from snowballing out of control, and has also been a good exercise for us to better communicate our needs and feelings. It's a lot easier to say I Need To Start Over than trying to work through articulating emotions while upset. Its easier (and usually more protective, for us) to explain how we felt and what we felt went wrong once we're calmer. No, this probably wont work for everyone, we used to find it too hard to play pretend, but since getting back in touch with our imagination its become much easier, but its an extra tool you might want to add to your emotional and communication toolboxes and consider trying out!

[astonmartinii]

careful what you wish for | alex albon social media au

pairing: alex albon x fem norris!reader

be careful what you wish for because sometimes childhood dreams come true (not the way you think though)

MASTERLIST | BROTHER'S BFF MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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yourusername: it's sweet treat hour in the paddock

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user1: oh to be a person in the f1 paddock getting a sweet treat

user2: ummm actually i think i deserve one more than any of the guys on the grid

yourusername: probably true lol

georgerussell63: BLASPHEMY

landonorris: blood is CLEARLY not thicker than water 🤨

maxverstappen1: i can't believe this betrayal

charles_leclerc: puppy play date is OFF

yourusername: not you people proving them right within 0.5 seconds.

user3: y/n really is god's strongest soldier these fools must be so annoying

alexalbon: not me tho

landonorris: nuh uh 😐

alexalbon: sorry to burst your bubble lando but on the scale of least annoying (me) to most annoying (carlos) ... well marketing love carlando for a reason

landonorris: Y/N TELL HIM TO STOP BEING MEAN TO ME

yourusername: i'm not your mum, defend yourself

landonorris: ???

carlossainz55: THERE IS NO WAY I'M THE MOST ANNOYING ON THE GRID? Y/N TELL HIM THAT

yourusername: keep your car away from oscar and maybe

oscarpiastri: thank you grid mum 🫶🏻

carlossainz55: grid mum clearly showing favourites 🤨 does my sleepovers at the norris household mean anything?

yourusername: your old ass does not need a grid mum be fucking for real

carlossainz55: GASP!

alexalbon: nevermind what ever the fuck that was... the sweet treats slapped, thank you very much

yourusername: see this is why you're my favourite

oscarpiastri: i am right here

logansargent: :(((((

yourusername: NOOO MY LITTLE DUCKLINGS I LOVE YOU

user4: the way y/n has taken to oscar and logan makes my heart so warm

user5: her missing a lot of the start of the 2023 season and logan saying he started to feel less lonely when she was back coming to races as she went out of her way to support him

user6: her and alex going to miami a week early and acting more like parents than logan's actual parents

user7: it's like the older drivers are her grid kids but she only goes full mama bear for oscar and logan

user8: i'm gonna need this friends to lovers arc for alex and y/n

landonorris: do you people ever shut up

yourusername: LANDO ???

landonorris: sorry you have to die single sorry i don't make the rules

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f1: ALBON P5!!! now that's why lando had a poster of him in his childhood bedroom

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user9: i know lando forever regrets bringing that up all those years ago

user10: since we know how close alex and y/n are... i'd bet a lot of money y/n brings it up at any opportunity

yourusername: LET'S FUCKING GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

alexalbon: always knew you were my biggest fan

yourusername: it must be a norris thing

landonorris: alex the literal f1 account is making fun of me and you're SAYING SHE IS YOUR BIGGEST FAN

alexalbon: okay buddy lets calm it down

landonorris: don't put me in time out you're not my grid dad

alexalbon: am i not?

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alexalbon: i wouldn't claim you dummy

landonorris: i saw that ............. interesting

user11: the way this is the biggest hint for y/n x alex we've ever gotten but lando is not putting 2 and 2 together

yourusername: i've never had to try to keep a secret from lando i've always had to spell it out for him we're safe

landonorris: who is we?

user11: i see what you mean

georgerussell63: good lord, will i ever get out of the alex DRS train?

alexalbon: NEVER MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA

georgerussell63: have you already started drinking?

alexalbon: maybe, you know y/n can't mix drinks for shit

yourusername: P5 in a williams calls for a throwback college tequila punch

maxverstappen1: college tequila punch without me THE FAVOURITISM HAS GOTTEN OUT OF HAND

yourusername: you AND I QUOTE said "never talk to me again, i don't want to see you with any kind of receptacle that a person could drink out of, i never want to see a bottle of tequila ever again i feel like this is a hangover that will be passed on as some kind of generational curse"

maxverstappen1: now you say that i do recall saying something similar

user12: the way oscar and logan were so happy for alex, that's a grid dad for real

logansargent: we knew all of our drinks would been on his tab 🤞🏻

oscarpiastri: and he brought our kebabs!!

user13: how do i get this kind of treatment on my nights out?

logansargent: you have to third wheel alex and y/n when they're insufferably cute 👍🏻

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user14: i'm on to yall

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alexalbon: post night out munch with my favourites

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user15: oh i can smell the arguments coming

yourusername: no one die i'm putting my phone on do not disturb

user16: so real

georgerussell63: HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT THE SANCTITY OF OUR FRIENDSHIPS I THOUGHT WE WERE PLATONIC SOULMATES OUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER SEWN INTO THE VERY FABRIC OF OUR BEING

alexalbon: well damn

georgerussell63: well damn? WELL DAMN? THAT'S IT YOU ARE NOT INVITED ON MY ANNUAL EASTER SUNDAY WALK AND BOUTIQUE EASTER EGG HUNT

landonorris: wow that'll really show him george

georgerussell63: LANDO WHAT THE FUCK WE NEED A UNITED FRONT

yourusername: babe this isn't trench warfare

georgerussell63: i thought you weren't getting involved this is a GALEX DISCUSSION

charles_leclerc: i thought this was a twitch quartet dicussion?

georgerussell63: maybe if you people MADE YOURSELF USEFUL IT WOULD BE

charles_leclerc: you know what i don't like your tone. i am very secure in my friendship with alex and am happy he has other thriving friendships especially with those who have recently joined the team and need the extra comfort

alexalbon: finally a normal person

user17: what is happening

user18: i think this is what the kids call losing your shit

user19: kinda feels like it's ended prematurely

alexalbon: he's at my door

user20: oh? should we like maybe be afraid?

yourusername: WHY AM I LIVING IN THE SHINING RIGHT NOW DOES HE HAVE AN AXE?

landonorris: hold on .... why are you there?

yourusername: george russell is at the door screaming for justice potentially wielding a weapon and that's what you took from that?

landonorris: ummm yes? there's something weird going on here

oscarpiastri: i'm also here

logansargent: me too (PLEASE SEND HELP)

user21: well wasn't that just ... delightful

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landonorris: this whole grid kid thins has gotten out of control why is this kid being treated better than ME in my OWN HOME

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user24: how could lando be angry look how pookie oscar is

oscarpiastri: this is what i'm sayingggggg

yourusername: so fuck me i guess

user24: babe that's alex's job

yourusername: you right

user25: HOLD ON PEOPLE IS THAT Y/N/ALEX CRUMBS ???

user26: quick add it to the spreadsheet

alexalbon: there's a spreadsheet?

user26: we don't fuck around about your hypothetical relationship with y/n

alexalbon: that much is clear (send it my way asap)

yourusername: talking about favouritism in the norris household as if i have not lived with this for MY ENTIRE LIFE

landonorris: booooooo let me complain (did you or did you not get your weird kids from my career favouritism in the family)

yourusername: don't weaponise my children against me

landonorris: but they're so annoying oscar is eating all of the ROAST POTATOES THIS IS THE NORRIS FAMILY DINNER EVERYONE KNOWS THE ROASTIES ARE MINE

oscarpiastri: not anymore :P

landonorris: choke

oscarpiastri: don't make me call my dad

landonorris: call him up i'll beat his ass at this point I CAN SEE YOU TAKING ANOTHER POTATO

oscarpiastri: @alexalbon :(

alexalbon: keep my kid's name out your fucking mouth

landonorris: excuse me?

yourusername: ugh that's so hot

landonorris: EXCUSE ME?

user27: well .... add it to the spreadsheet?

landonorris: i'm so close to blocking all of you

yourusername: i thought you loved alex :(

landonorris: not that much

alexalbon: i see....

landonorris: NO I'M SORRY I TAKE IT BACK I LOVE YOU ALEX (YOU BETTER NOT BE SHAGGING MY SISTER HYPOTHETICAL OR NOT)

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yourusername: silverstone babyyyyyyyyyyyyyy i hope my home treats my boys right

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user28: i would give a kidney to be there for real

user29: you might have to the prices at that race are INSANE

landonorris: finally the home race which means you actually have to root for me

yourusername: ehhhhhhh

landonorris: girl i did not get much sleep last night wtf do you mean EHHHHH

yourusername: alex is a london boy

georgerussell63: once again fuck george i guess

yourusername: you didn't give me time !!!!

georgerussell63: were you actually going to say it?

yourusername: no ❤️

landonorris: right george i think it's time to unionise against y/n and alex

yourusername: the fuck do you (do we?) know about unionisation babe our family are the capitalist machine

user30: so like when are we getting the full albon pets meetup with sausage?

alexalbon: you always treat me right

yourusername: only the bestest for you

alexalbon: oh wow i'm blushing

yourusername: i can make you do a lot more than that

landonorris: do you mind?

yourusername: LET ME FLIRT IN PEACE GOD I CAN'T HAVE ANYTHING

alexalbon: yeah let y/n flirt with me in peace

logansargent: he's giggling and swinging his feet - we might even get a skip away

alexalbon: sue me

user31: alex and y/n being so tired of lando is so true

oscarpiastri: they match each other's freak and they really need to let that freak flag fly

logansargent: as they should i need to post some of the cute pictures of them my phone storage is suffering

landonorris: i'm throwing my phone out of the window

user32: confirmation? CONFIRMATION?

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alexalbon: bro my nurse is hot as fuck

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user32: bro nearly died and THIS IS WHAT HE POSTS

user33: is it insensitive for me to celebrate that they're together on a post just hours after he was in a massive crash

yourusername: probably but we'll take the compliment regardless

georgerussell63: let it be known i'm annoyed that this is how i found out about this relationship but i'm so glad you're okay and that you had your person with you as support

alexalbon: my person awwwww georgie you're such as softie, but thank you i'm all good

yourusername: i knew you loved me really georgie

georgerussell63: i'll come round to this i guess

yourusername: so no more morning visits with weapons

georgerussell63: THERE WERE NO WEAPONS

alexalbon: you called me many mean words and sometimes words are our biggest weapons

georgerussell63: shut the fuck up

yourusername: that's not very peace, love and kindness he nearly died russell change up your tone

user34: YESSSSSSSSS WE CAN FINALLY SEE THE TRUE POWER OF THE ALEX/Y/N SASS

user34: also obviously very happy alex is okay

user35: i fear we as a fandom do not have our priorities in check

landonorris: i wouldn't leave the hospital if i were you

alexalbon: is that a threat?

landonorris: very much so

maxverstappen1: he's serious i'm literally holding him back (it's not hard he's like a gremlin)

landonorris: A GREMLIN WHO HAS BEEN GIVEN WATER

yourusername: but i thought you loved alex? surely this is the least offensive option on the grid?

alexalbon: awwwwww babe

maxverstappen1: i'm really not sure thats the compliment you think...

landonorris: NO I DO LOVE ALEX BUT NOT LIKE THIS

yourusername: it could be worse, you're besties with alex - i could've gotten with carlos or pierre!

carlossainz55: excuse me?

pierregasly: what did i ever do to you?

yourusername: whores ❤️

landonorris: true they are whores

alexalbon: and i'm a big ol family man

landonorris: you keep that to yourself

oscarpiastri: get well soon dad

logansargent: we love you !!!

yourusername: don't think we've forgotten about you exposing our relationship....

alexalbon: but we love you anyway

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yourusername: f1 cars are too dangerous actuallyyyyyyyyyyy you're all BANNED

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user36: finally some good fucking food

user37: i feel like we've been waiting for this relationship for so long i expect a wedding invitation at this point

alexalbon: yeah soz only the girl with the spreadsheet is getting an invite

user26: SCORE

alexalbon: well aren't we just the cutest couple in the world

yourusername: i fear we are

yourusername: and if any of you hoes try and comment any dumb shit like "us erasure" i'll break your toes

georgerussell63: oh! okay...

maxverstappen1: sure i guess so...

charles_leclerc: i'll let you have your moment for now

landonorris: i'm single but i want to be involved

user38: the lipstick print... i'm weak

user39: they already made me feel lonely before we got confirmation i think i might need to redownload hinge

landonorris: ugh i guess you guys are kind of cute

yourusername: of course we are one of us is a norris

landonorris: TRUE 💅🏻

alexalbon: ??? so you don't want to kill me anymore?

landonorris: no i guess not

landonorris: also max put a bell on my chain and my fingers are too fat to open the clasp so i can't sneak out to kick your ass

maxverstappen1: he really is an overgrown toddler

alexalbon: also your 5'2 ass is not beating mine

landonorris: i am NOT 5'2 i am 5'10 at the least

yourusername: girl you're maybe 5'5 and i WILL be getting my lick in if you fight alex - revenge for all those hair pulls all those years ago

landonorris: i'd say stop defending alex but you've always done that... i should've known

user40: so y/n really wasn't lying when she said she didn't have to hide anything from lando cause he doesn't pick up on anything 😭

landonorris: sorry i'm not actively looking for clues about my sister's sex life

alexalbon: bro i am in love with your sister lets frame this better

yourusername: hehehheheeehehhehe

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landonorris: i guess i always did say that i wanted alex as a bigger brother, be careful for what you wish for kids

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user41: FINALLLLY

logansargent: you're telling me we've BEEN waiting

oscarpiastri: i kinda miss having a secret like what do i hold over lando now?

landonorris: DON'T THINK I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS YOU WILL BE DEALT WITH PIASTRI

oscapiastri: okay babe

landonorris: you really take after your mum and it scares me

yourusername: you shouldn't have such good friends that i just can't help falling in love with so really this is your fault

landonorris: sure.... but you have a good point, i'm very happy it's alex of all people

yourusername: you've really come round fast since you realised that we'll pay for your stuff whenever we go out

landonorris: what can i say stuff tastes better when it's free

alexalbon: you literally make double what y/n and i make

landonorris: and i'm the younger sibling so you should TREAT ME BETTER

user42: yeah we all knew lando was the younger sibling but he's giving massive annoying baby brother vibes

alexalbon: and he wonders why we prefer oscar and logan

landonorris: i'm just going to pretend i didn't see that

alexalbon: but for real lando, thanks for being the most annoying norris and having such a lovely and cool (and smoking hot) sister - i appreciate it!

yourusername: i love you too babe

alexalbon: don't worry you'll get to drop the last name soon

yourusername: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

yourusername: i can't wait to be mrs. albon

landonorris: blocked.

user43: i can't believe we got the conclusion to the lando alex poster storyline

landonorris: it wasn't exactly the conclusion i thought it would be but i'll take it

yourusername: you love us really

alexalbon: really you were just manifesting this for like ten years

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note: here's a wee post from brother's bff before the race because i need somehtign to distract me from my horrible NERVES - ENJOY!

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.151 Farewell

Mama was right about traveling with a baby. We take so long to get out of the house now because we have to pack what feels like luggage for a week-long vacation. We've gotta bring the portable crib for nap time, toys to keep her entertained, snacks, and the back carrier in case she gets too heavy for us. And this is just us leaving when we're already dressed. I can't imagine how much earlier we'll have to start our days whenever we go out in the future. It already takes Sophia forever to do her hair, and now that I've grown mine out, I've added a few extra minutes to my routine too. And now we have a little one to throw into the mix.

Since the cemetery was close to the house, Alessia and Mama went home to change and check on the babies while we packed up everything we needed for Desi. They met us there, and everyone looked to me for guidance on how to proceed. I always felt like the de facto man of the house when we lived with Mama, and even sometimes at Dad's house. But now that he is gone, that mantle has fallen officially on me, and I feel weird about it. On one hand, it feels familiar. But on the other, it's yet another reminder that I'm flying solo. His shoes are huge, and the thought of trying to fill them is intimidating. If I'm honest, I'd rather not. But if I can channel even a fraction of his wisdom, and Desiree grows up more confidant and stronger than me, maybe it's worth a shot.

"Mama, do you want to say anything?"

I might be the leader of this family now, but I can sure defer to my elder while she's still here.

She nodded.

"I never stopped loving him, and I'm thankful for the good times we had and wish there could have been more of them. I'm thankful for the children he gave me. Most of all, I'm thankful for his forgiveness."

I look at my sister.

"Less?"

At first, she shook her head as I expected she would. But when I turned to Sophia, a flash of panic flickered on her face as if to realize the opportunity she was about to pass up.

"I love you, Daddy," she said.

Alessia's tender side was a rare treat, and it almost broke me. Sure, it was just us, and I could let it out in front of my family; that was the reason Mama suggested we make this moment private. But the pressure of "being in charge" made me feel like I needed to keep it together.

"Ali was the first one I met when Luca and I started dating," Sophia said. "One of my favorite things about meeting parents is seeing what your partner, and even your friends, will be like in a few years. Not just what they're going to look like, but how they'll be and where they get their qualities from. I saw all of Luca's gentleness and charm in Ali. He gets his care and concern from you, Emmy. I knew Luca was the one pretty early on, but when I met Ali, I was extra confident Luca was the right man for me. I didn't get to know him for long, but I'll still miss him."

I squeeze her hand like Maira did for me earlier. I could talk all night about how great my dad was, but it seems like the more I open my mouth, the more I feel the pressure that's been building all day. Besides, I already spoke at the house, so I take the urn and place it on the plot next to Gammy, grandpa Winston, and Mama's dogs. We stand there, gazing at it in silence, not wanting to depart just yet, but the rain Mama alluded to finally began. It's light at first, not even enough for an umbrella, but Sophia wanted to get Desiree home. It's a good idea, especially because the temperature is much cooler in Newcrest today. We gather ourselves and take a step toward the gate. That's when the pressure breached the dam, and I could no longer hold it together.

[inlovewithregencyera]

Henford, July 4th 1818

The Coach carrying the party of 3 to Henford from Granningham arrived in Henford within 20 minutes. The Duchess had been right, it would rain.

Sarah purposefully asked if she could have a seat to herself, as she 'didn't like being confined in a tight space.' In reality, she had just wanted Aurelia to sit beside Frederick so she would be at ease somewhat.

Frederick and Aurelia of course did not say anything to one another for the majority of the ride. Frederick was intimidated by Aurelia's beauty so up close. He found it hard to look her in the eyes without blushing so he chose to look out of the window. But God was she beautiful. Frederick's face bore the timeless elegance of a classical sculpture, chiseled by the hands of God himself. As he gazed out of the window, the play of shadows accentuated the noble lines of his profile, which Aurelia couldn't help admiring. She stole glances at him, completely marveling at the artistry of his face.

Some things remained the same. This had been the first coach ride they had shared since 1816. To assure her that he was of course not cross at her for not engaging in conversation he nudged her hip with his elbow softly and poised his arm in the hopes of her hand in extension. He quickly got his wish. It seemed that all his worries fell off his shoulders and nothing mattered anymore now that he got to feel the touch of the Lady he had once loved so affectionately in 1816. He still did love her, she had her suspicions of this, but no confirmation. Why else would he return?

Sarah had trouble hiding her grin from this gesture, but she quickly fixed her face and averted her gaze to the passing willows.

Frederick: Your-your other siblings. Are they in good health?

Aurelia: Most excellent health. Thank you.

It was at this moment he realized he regretted asking her that. He was too close to her and became quickly lost in her eyes, not even hearing her response to the question. All he wanted to do was kiss her, but he knew he couldn't, not just yet.

Frederick: Lily, I-

Aurelia: Freddie, please- we can't-don't look at me like that.

Frederick: So your affections have changed since-

Aurelia realized she had let herself get lost in this moment between them, completely forgetting about what happened in 1816. For a moment she let herself be that once 18-year-old girl Frederick had loved for a moment, but she wasn't the same anymore. Or so she thought. She didn't deserve him and his kind affections, she had always told herself he was too good for her. She quickly snapped back into reality.

Aurelia was naturally shy, and Frederick made her nervous. He knew he made her nervous, but he didn't try to. When she sat up and let go of his arm, he was a little hurt but to hear her call him Freddie like she once had was enough. He knew she still cared for him by using that name, that was all he needed. What happened that last night they spent together in 1816? Did she mean what she said? Perhaps he would ask her later.

Sarah: M'lady, m'lord, we've arrived!

And so they had arrived at Elmsworth House. The estate of the wealthy and genteel Mr. Peregrine Ramsbury and his wife Lady Helena, Aurelia’s paternal aunt.

Helena: Oh my sweet girl! How I've missed you so, I haven't seen you since May!

Aurelia: Oh Aunt Helena! How I've missed you too.

Helena: My God, I don't believe my eyes. Frederick Worthington is that you?

Frederick: Yes, Lady Helena, it is me. I've recently just returned from Orleans.

Helena: Ah, yes capital! Oh, and you're all soaked! I shall have my servants run the three of you hot baths!

Frederick: I can't stay for long Lady Helena, I plan to see my mama.

Helena: Oh not in this weather you won't! I won't allow it, you'll have to call on your mother in the morning, I shall write to her that I've forced you to stay with us. She'll understand.

Aurelia: Well surely he doesn't want to keep his mama waiting-

Helena: Good lord, girl! What has gotten into you?! It's a miracle you're not having bits of congestion from that perilous storm! You both will stay with us until this storm passes over. Ashley and Patience have just arrived last night so they can be of good company. Martha is here as well!

Frederick: I thank you, Lady Helena, you're very kind. But I do fear I've extended my welcome if everyone is not happy with me-

Helena: Aurelia is just talking nonsense! She needs a nice bath to calm her poor nerves. The same nerves which haven't been right since 1816! Oh and her poor maid is shivering! *shouts* AGATHA, TELL BETSY AND THOMAS TO HELP YOU RUN THREE BATHS!

*2 hours later*

Sarah: Oh m'lady you smell lovelier than before! I'm sure Lord Worthington will notice too-

Aurelia: Oh Sarah you tease me. We've all just gotten baths, I'm sure he won't notice. But you too smell lovely!

Sarah: M'lady I believe he notices everything of your being! The way he looks at you- and forgive me if I'm speaking out of terms, but his eyes are still yearning for you. I was in that carriage with the both of you too.

Aurelia: Yes, yes you were. I'd like it if you kept everything that happened on that ride between us.

Sarah: Oh of course m'lady! I shan't tell a soul. Alright, you're good to go downstairs, I'm going to take your traveling dress to my bedroom window and let it dry for tomorrow.

Frederick: Lily?...

Aurelia: ....

Frederick: Will you please look at me?

Aurelia: Nothing happened in that carriage, therefore there is no need for us to talk. Please refrain from calling me Lily-

Frederick: Well Lady Aurelia, I'll have you know I don't want to talk about the carriage. I want to talk about August 2nd.

Aurelia: Well I don't.

Frederick: Dearest, why are you like this. Please tell me what I've done to you in the span of two hours?

Aurelia: *loudly whispering* IT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE IN TWO HOURS! IT'S ABOUT WHAT YOU DID AFTER AUGUST 2ND!

Frederick: What I did after August 2nd? Last I recall it was your actions on August 2nd that prompted me to leave. YOU rejected my proposal. So forgive me if the pain was so unbearable that I had to retreat to a different country as I couldn't bear seeing your face again or worse, seeing you fall for another man. But know, even if you hurt me I still loved you. In fact I still lo-

Aurelia: Don't say it. Not today. Not now. You went away to forget me, how can you still say that? And for your information, I regretted the word no immediately after it left my throat. Seeing your face that night caused me a great deal of pain and I still think of how you looked constantly.

Frederick: So you felt sorry because I cried? Your words were firm, do not pity me if I shed tears.

Aurelia: I did not pity you for the shedding of your tears. I pitied myself because I did want to marry you. But you deserve a good woman-

Frederick: YOU are a good woman and the ONLY woman I can see myself called upon to marry. Believe me, there is no one else who I'd rather bear my children or grow old with other than you. And you must know I went away not to forget you but in an attempt to get over my love for you. Not a day went by where I didn't think of you. I realized how stupid I was and that I would not forget you or get over you. What we had was special so yes, I lo-

Aurelia: I beg you not to say that.

Frederick: Why not?

Aurelia: Your words are dangerous and have a great effect on my mind. I too thought I had gotten over you but-

Frederick: So you still love me?

Aurelia: ...

Frederick: You can say it.

Aurelia: No....I can't. You'll go and leave again and I'm left all melancholic once more.

Frederick: *laughing* My dearest girl, I assure you I'm not going anywhere without you by my side.

[gritsandbrits]

So how;s adam and eve reunion gotta be ? it's must be full with drama

"So this is what youve been up to all these centuries?" Adam remarked, taking note of Eve's outfit. 

Gone were the elegant blue, pink and white robes that denoted her as his Other. Now she wore overalls and a plain gray shirt. A leather ultility belt hung around her hips. Her hair, once a luscious river of brown, was cut shorter and braided. 

"If youre here to take back there the answer is no," replied the brunette.

Hm. it seems looks werent the only thing that changed about Eve.

"I'm not here to take you back, Im just wanted to know how youve been," said Adam. Hs lips formed a sly grin. 

"Though if you want to, I can convince Sera to-"

"You will convince nobody, Im through with that place."  Eve's voice sharpened some more. 

Adam was taken aback. The audacity of this woman he grumbled internally. He didnt know what to think! He was so used to her soft, demure mannerisms. She never raised her voice at anyine not when the kids were acting up, and definitely not at him. 

What changed? 

Adam glanced over at his sweet wittle Abel, who only stood awkwardly at the unexpected family reunion.

Of course, if he played his cards right then Eve would be back by his side by the night's end. She would do anything for their real kids!

But then he remembered Kané. He had told her to hide, that he would not reveal her until he could persuade Eve to hear him out. 

Charlie felt it wasnt her place to interrupt. She didnt know what to say. But she did know Adam had a trick of his sleeve. So she sent him a warning glare, daring him to mess up.

"Ooh this is better than a soap opera," Angel Dust whispered excitedly as he cradeled Phat Nuggets. He was enjoying the mayhem unfolding.

"Normally I wouldnt care about Adam but I'm bored," Veggie replied with equal interest. Even back in her exterminator days it was no secret how Adam treated Eve. He never defended her when other angels scorned & looked down at her, so when news of her disappearance reached her ears, Veggie was not surprised. 

Besides, he had this coming a LONG while. She was glad to have a front row seat at the day of reckoning. 

Husk simply took out his flask. This was going to be a long night. 

All the while Kané stood in her hiding spot behind the cacti. She could see the resemeblance between her mama and Eve, even with obvious differences there was no doubt the First Woman Ever was their grandmother. The way she presented herself caused a wave of comfort for the girl, as if she could trust her with her deepest, darkest secrets. 

Adam was not moved. He didnt expect his wife, his soulmate to reject him like that.

"Now look after everything we've been through, you dont want to be in paradise? We worked hard for it, Evie! You deserve to stay here."

Eve crossed her arms. Adam began to sweat. He really wished he had his mask. 

"I mean, not here in this shitstain or Earth, but up there", he pointed up at the ceiling. "Please Evie, come back to us. We miss you, the rest of the brood miss you."

That part was genuine. He really did miss her. He hated that the one chance at being together again was slipping through his fingers. Lilith was probably cheering somewhere at this update.

Eve shuddered at the pet name. She loathed him for pulling that out, and loathed herself for nearly buying that. Centuries apart and he still managed to makr her weak in the knees.

But she had to keep going! Evelyn Lambert worked too far and too hard to succumb back to that demure helpless trophy everyone expected her to be.

"No. You dont get to call me that! You knew how they treated me and did nothing to stop it! All they did was insult and belittle me, you were my husband and supposed to protect me!" She pointed an accusatory finger at him. 

"Well what did you expect me to do punch every angel who ever looked at us funny? That's not exactly holy behavior," chided Adam. 

"Oh you are a real piece of work my love," Eve snipped. "Like we're all supoosed to ignore that you went off on a mad crusade because you were too spineless to admit all of us are capable of sin? You didnt even think twice that doing so would cause a war!"

Adam winced. He hadn't thought of that. But no matter! There was no war and a mere instance of hell figthing back didn't erase countless years of victories his extermination squad achieved.

"Hey a war wouldn't be possible anyways because look at them! We are much more stronger, they just got lucky," boasted the First Man. 

"And they cheated! That fucking thing stabbed me in the back!" He pointed at Nifty, who could only reply with a satisfied grin. 

"An unnarmed man! And left his kids without both parents!" Adam continued, hoping his put-on was enough to soothe his beloved' heart. 

Abel cupped his face and sighed. Even during a serious moment his fayher loved being a drama king. It was such a common put-on Abel could smell it a mile away. 

Unknown to him, Kané shared the same sentiment. She pinched her nose, wasn't Adam's arrogance the reason why he was in hell in the first place? Why is he regressing all of a sudden? She held her tongue.

Eve gritted her teeth. God, she was so done with her ex's mind games!

As if somebody left the window opened a cold wind blasted through the room. Everyone tensed, Vaggie and Angel ready to move in case things got uglier.

"Talk about hell hath no fury," muttered Kané shrinking hwrself further away. Whisps of curls flew about Eve's face, her eyes glowing even more purple with a protective fury.

Charlie tugged her jacket tightly, her drealocks blowing around her face.  She watched as Eve posed herself straighter. She swore she could see the faint outlines of butterfly wings on the woman.

Before Adam could say anything else (preferably HIDE), Abel finally stepped in and placed comforting hands on his mom's shoulders. He spoke to her in a language Kané couldnt ubdertand. It seemed to calm her down as the wind stopped blowing and the room temp returned to normal. 

"Come on, Let's all sit down and discuss this like real adults." Abel directed that last part at his dad.

"I believe this matter also concerns you Your Highness," he addressed Charlie. 

"Hopefully we can get all this sorted out peacefully," the hell princess spoke. She was ready to intervened one she felt that wind. She wouldnt let anyone get hurt, especially at Adam's hand. 

Shrugging, Adam went over to the table, as Eve Abel and Charlie sat down. The older brunette took a place on the opposite end but still kept her violet eyes on Adam. She had a good mind to throw a wrench at his stupid smexy face. 

Kané still watched as her family began to convers, interspersed with bits of Angel Dust's disappointment at the lackluster resolution. 

For some reason she couldnt muster the courage to step out. Was it fear? Eve would probably hate her if she found out she was Cain's grandkid. 

Suddenly she felt something tugging at the bottom of her jacket. She turned to see a little purple lamb nibbling at her. 

"Hey hey hey shoo shoo!" She spoke as loudly as she could to not give away her position. The lamb was too entranced by the flavor of unwashed polyester. Kané tried to pushed it away but some how she tripped.

"Gah! Fuck!" 

The poor girl fell forward, causing everyone to turn her away. The mischievous scampered off with its prize, a piece of green cloth. 

The four royals got up to see the irritated girl laying on the floor. Eve and Abel could only gape as Charlie rushed over the help her.

Adam froze.

The jig was up.

[penguinkyun]

chapter 155 review

cw for references to canonical unrequited incest and suicidal ideation

i wish there were enough words in all the four languages that i know to express just how much glee this chapter filled me with

but since there aren't y'all are going to have to deal with this hopefully coherent chapter review

first things first is the hikaru (part of the) revenge is over!! leaving him absolutely emotionally devastated! and also leaving me devastated because i was kinda hoping we'd finally address the AqRb Kiss from 12 chapters ago because of the very clear parallels being drawn between aqrb and hkai in terms of the toxic codependency formed between ruby-hikaru and aqua-ai respectively and the way ruby was standing outside with a dark shadow on her face (because we had no idea if she knew where the revenge was happening yet or not) but oh well. guess she does know whats happening but when she found out? who even knows. another thing offscreened sigh

also uh. about the "mama" in the internal narration. i really wish i could confidently say its aqua finally calling ai "mama" but unfortunately both aqua and ruby are in frame, ruby notably being under the text box. (also if anyone else was as confused as i was about the panelling in the beginning, ruby is already present inside the room and is following hikaru out when aqua stops her)

so it's still unclear whether its aqua speaking or ruby so i'll hold off on cheering there (and also imo that if aqua does finally call ai mama i just think it deserves to be bigger moment)

anyways this particular sequence (and the one with ichigo) raises several interesting questions which is how the fucketh did ruby know about where this retelling of the hkai breakup was taking place and also does not answer anything about rubys acting.

by that, i mean we've been told ruby somehow forgave hikaru in the movie but uh...her trying to chase after him with double black hoshigans doesnt exactly convey that she's forgiven him (and neither does her acting considering we don't see any of it. all we see is ruby thinking about if she can forgive hikaru or not in 147 and then all thats shown is her acting out ai's death without a smile on her face (unlike how ai was smiling at the end of her life. so unless that particular tidbit is being saved for later chapters who knows even)

in that same vein it sure is interesting aqua says "your revenge" is over. wonder if that has any implications (it definitely does and i will get to that in a minute)

so with aqua framing the DVD reveal as ruby's revenge being complete, its no surprise that the next few moments are ruby's homecoming.

HEY MIYAKO I THOUGHT AKASAKA FORGOT YOU

god this scene was so so cathartic to read with rubys hoshigans turning to permanent white with her homecoming from her revenge, miyako embracing both the twins and aqua finally getting to break down.

and the parallels with 124 too! in that chapter, miyako was worrying over the twins while a meal was being cooked for her, lamenting that she couldn't understand them as she wasn't their real mother but in 155, she finally gets to embrace them after making a meal for them, getting to finally comfort them in a tangible way

HER CALLING AQUA HER SON!!! FINALLY!!! SHE GETS TO DO THIS!! SHE GETS TO SAY SHES PROUD OF HIM!!! AQUA FINALLY ACCEPTING THE COMFORT HES BEEN DENYING HIMSELF FOR LITERAL YEARS!! BREAKING DOWN AT BEING TOLD HIS MOTHER IS PROUD OF HIM!!!

ahem. right so that felt incredibly good to read thank you akamengo.

(i will say that there is still that niggling thought of like. why miyako didn't follow up after being told point blank that aqua was breaking down and like. i guess you could say she knew he wouldnt accept that comfort and thus opted to wait until he would but it'd still have been nice to see a panel of her at least checking up on him because the only thing we get is her bullshit answer in 142 regarding the incest bait lol and then she just disappears from the movie arc entirely)

anyways im of two minds regarding the ichigo conversation

because if we assume aqua isnt lying here then i dont...really like the implication aqua only chose to not kill kamiki because ruby forgave him (not only because ruby clearly didnt considering her actions earlier lol) but because as a major part of his arc, aqua choosing not to kill kamiki has to be his and his own conscious choice because its been emphasised over and over that aqua cannot kill someone without causing severe psychological and physical damage to himself leading to his own death. him choosing not to kill kamiki is his choosing not to kill himself in the process and thus him consciously choosing that he wants to live.

but i think (and my theory is) that aqua was clearly lying to ichigo here because he's the one to stop ruby from going after hikaru and also because he told ruby her revenge was over. hers, not his. for ruby, her revenge consisted of ruining kamiki and the same went for ichigo. you can see his moment of deliberation here, where he pauses before answering ichigo, without meeting his eyes.

this way, in saying that rubys revenge is over, he has set it up so that both her and ichigo are now free from their self imposed duty of avenging ai (and goro for ruby), essentially giving them the same grace he had during his no hoshigan arc without letting them in on the final act of his play.

WHICH IS MISS FUYUKO NIINO, EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR HER!!

(sidenote its so funny that aqakn are both back into their love now hairstyles. and also akane saying she doesnt have to imitate ai is a textual confirmation of her purposely changing her looks to match who she wants to be like. but as is with the case of this entire arc i sure would've loved to see the character development that led her to finally letting go of ai here!)

(also justice for katayose yura finally shes mentioned again after *checks notes* around 45 chapters!)

(this is the third sidenote i should plan these out better but lmao is this what akane and aqua were doing during the movie arc?? searching for other evidence to hikaru and accidentally stumbling on nino?? itd be hilarious if the only reason nino noticed akanes stalking was because it wasn't hikaru she was stalking but nino instead lmao)

i cannot tell you the sheer delight that filled me when nino appeared. i had been wondering of her role in all this and i had the tentative theory she was also involved in the events leading to ai's death especially considering the hospital sequence because how the fuck would either ryousuke or hikaru gotten that address but man it sure is validating to see that she was somehow involved confirmed!

toxic yuri wins once again!

(that being said, as happy as i am to see nino as the final boss, i will be holding back some of my delight because how her involvement unfolds is important considering how her and ai's fight is framed as an ordinary fight between friends that would've been solved if it was anyone else in the main manga and her character in main manga.

but i suppose that is the point isn't it? love can rot and nino's certainly did, evolving into a complicated mixture of hate, love and unwavering belief in ai as the perfect idol. and well. all a fan wants is to see and help their idol rise to the top, isn't it? why should nino be any different?)

(but also yeah i have a few issues with this im not sure how to put into words ahsjd)

also please read 45510 its very important as a basis for ninos character and this twist as it is a short side story which is in her first person narration discussing her view on ai right before the movie arc!

(also def interesting aqua only attributes ryousukes, goros and yuras deaths to nino and not ai's huh)

no break week!!!

[the-bar-sinister]

Deicide (49946 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 13/?

Summary: In the aftermath of the raid on Onigashima everything changes. The path to the One Piece is a course that can only be charted by those who agree to join together as friends and fight without taking the easy way out.

catch up here.

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Smoothie stood tall, one foot on the figurehead of her personal assault ship as she stared out at the sea. 

Wano was a disaster. Their mama had lost her damn mind, both figuratively and literally, regressing to a state where she could no longer properly lead her own pirate empire before being slammed into a coma that ensured she could not.

Katakuri and Pudding were still missing, the big alliance with Kaidou turned into a farce just before he too was pounded into the ground and taken off the board and the Straw Hats were still skulking about the sealed off island doing hell knows what.

It was a real failure, and one that set her blood boiling and fired up her need for a stiff drink.

“And then the fucking Marines got involved,” she hissed low under her breath. “What a pain.” 

"It could have been worse," her brother, Perospero said, leaning on the rail of the ship just below where she stood at the figurehead. "I'm not entirely sure how, but give me some time and I'm sure I can think of a way."

“Those straw hat freaks could have decided to turn around and finish us off?” Smoothie snorted “I cannot believe we lost to them…us, the sweet generals and mama’s elite!"

Pero drummed his figures on the railing. "It's like a nightmare that I can't seem to wake up from. The newspapers are calling Straw Hat and Buggy the Clown the new emperors you know. We've lost all of our status."

Smoothie’s eye twitched as she turned to look at her dear brother. “You’re kidding me, Pero. They can’t be seriously…already? So damned soon?” 

He held up the copy of the paper in his hands and unrolled it for her. Sure enough, only four days after the incident on Wano, the headline read: "Kaidou and Big Mom Toppled. New Emperors Reign Supreme."

"I wish I were joking."

Smoothie grit her teeth. 

“All of that wasted effort, and wasted life…and for what?” She reached out a long arm to slap it against the front of the paper. “For some upstart who tried to destroy our family and a goddamned clown to take it all from us.” 

He pressed the paper into her hands, shaking his head. He tugged frustratedly at the brim of his hat.

"Everything crumbled in an instant," he said. "Although…"

There was a look in Pero's eye that Smoothie knew well. It was the look he had when he was about to say something very smart, or something very stupid.

“Here we go,” she murmured as she held the paper up to the light and stared into Straw Hat Luffy’s unsettling eyes. “I’m listening, brother.” 

He met her gaze and a thin smile crawled across his sharp face. "They say when one door closes another door opens. If dear mother is no longer in a position to lead the family when she wakes up, between her mental state, the shock, and whatever else— maybe this nasty setback could be the beginning of a new era."

“You’re suggesting we take the helm while mother’s …” She glanced out in the direction Cracker’s ship had long left them by to take mother home. “indisposed?” 

"I think on a temporary basis we absolutely must take the helm," he nodded. "We can't leave the family without direction in a time of crisis, now can we?"

Smoothie’s smile crossed her face like a knife. Mother was a tyrant; killing her own children when she got into one of her moods. As loyal as she was, as dedicated, the thought had come to Smoothie’s mind more than once to slit her throat and take the reins for her beloved siblings’ sakes.

“I doubt she’ll ever return to full health, Pero.” Smoothie purred as she leaned towards him. “It may be best for the family while they’re in need to have a …stable…leadership.” 

He nodded, his smile only growing like the thin edge of a knife. "You see exactly what I mean. And this sort of thing has to be taken care of in a hurry. If we delay, there's more time for worry to grow among the family. For our contact to increase the severity of this defeat in their minds. But if we take the reins now…"

Smoothie placed a hand on his candy shoulder, a broad grin on her normally placid face. 

“Dearest brother. You really are brilliant, you know that?” She chuckled under her breath. “If we take the reins now , we can recover our strength while the family still sees themselves as strong and united.” 

He put his hand fondly on her arm in return.

"I knew I could count on you for your support, dear little sister. We'll get the situation in hand, and come out stronger than ever."

“We certainly will, Pero.” she agreed, almost continuing before the voice of another dear sibling rang out from a small mirror that the high ranking members of the family were all required to carry.

Looking into it, she saw Brulee, tugging excitedly at a lock of her lilac hair with the biggest smile she’d seen on her face in months.

“Brother, Sister!!! You won’t believe the good news!"

Pero craned to peer into the mirror his sister held. 

"I'd love to believe it, sister," he said. "What exactly is the news that's too good to be true?"

Brulee nearly seemed to be crying as she cheered. 

“Big brother Katakuri and little sister Pudding contacted us! They’re okay!”

Smoothie’s eyes widened “that…is good news. Welcome news even!” 

"Things are looking up already," Pero said, taking off his hat and slicking back his hair. "Where are they? I'm assuming they heard the news about mother dearest?"

Brulee’s smile hitched for a moment before she muttered too quiet to hear.

“Speak up, sister.” Smoothie demanded , before Brulee did with a nervous nod.

“...they’re on Germa 66’s flotilla. But they promised they’re okay! They’re not captive! They’d heard the news about mother and were trying to make sure we were okay too!” 

Pero grabbed Smoothie's hand with the mirror in it and pressed his face to the glass with sudden alarm. "They're with Germa fucking 66? You're sure they're alright? Where's their fleet, we'll change course this minute!"

“Ahhh!!” Brulee squeaked before she flashed a bright smile. “don’t worry! They’re actually headed our way now!”

Smoothie looked up, a grimace written on her face as she saw the telltale sign of masts on the horizon— too many masts— rising up like a small city on the sea.

“Damn it all to hell.” 

Pero twisted his hat in his hands. "Well, Smoothie. Are you ready for the first challenge in our leadership of the family, then?"

“You know me, Pero. The only thing I like more than a beautiful partner and a stiff drink is a challenge.” She cracked her knuckles with a wicked smile. “if Germa wants a second round…they’ll regret it.”

"Well then, Brulee. Please let Katakuri know that we'll be happy to see them— and their escort— when they arrive."

000

"I'll tell you right now," Killer said as they boarded the Kid pirates's ship– the Victoria Punk– "I am not going to miss Wano."

Basil had his bag over his straw shoulder, hiking it up onto the ship as he took one last look out at Wano’s countryside.

“The aesthetics were nice, but I certainly won’t be missing it either. Too many bad memories.”

"If you wanna enjoy the aesthetics, we'll get a postcard before we set sail," Killer drawled, leering as he walked past him up onto the deck of the ship. He let his own bag down and took a deep breath.

Killer just shook his head at the comment. "Too many bad memories is right."

Basil laughed, shaking his head “no, I think I’ve seen enough of it for a good long while, Captain.”

He started up the gangplank with a serious smile. “I think we all have. Good riddance, I say…”

He really wouldn’t miss Wano at all. He’d been used as one of Kaidou’s attack dogs, he hadn’t exactly made connections while simultaneously losing the ones he had before he’d arrived.

Wano was a country of loss, a cursed turn of the cards that was now finally clearing off the board. 

"Good riddance," Kid agreed. "And welcome aboard, Bas. Try to remember that I'm the captain."

Kid's grin was as mean as ever, but Basil was used to it from their time as allies. He might have a reputation for hot tempered cruelty, but among friends at least, his rough manner was decidedly affectionate.

Basil held his straw hand up with a wry smile. It was admittedly one of the more charming things about the man.

“I’ll endeavor to do my best…but I can’t promise not to sit in the captain’s chair every now and again out of habit.” he joked as he finally stepped on board. 

Kid stepped over to him and put his arm around him– the weight of metal heavy but not crushing on Basil's shoulders. "Careful there. You can sit on the captain's chair, but only if I'm already in it."

Basil’s pale face turned a touch pink as he leaned into the weight of the metal against straw. 

“My, my.” he smiled up at him. “I don’t even need my cards to see what the future has in store. I’ll remember that, Captain.” 

Kid brushed the fingers of his flesh hand over Basil's cheek. "See that you do, crewman."

Behind them, Killer chuckled and started putting away supplies.

000

Carrot didn’t bring much onto the mainland of Wano, but somehow she’d wound up with more than she’d started with. New clothes from Zou’s allies, a keen edged sword from the battle itself…and a whole bundle of sweets and fresh vegetables to ask Sanji to hide for her to nibble on later.

She was just putting the finishing touches on packing away one of her new kimono when the doorway rattled open and she was surprised with a ferocious tackle hug from the captain of the Straw Hats.

With a rabbitish squeak, she stumbled forward before looping arm arm back around him and nuzzling the back of her head against his cheek “Garchu! Hey Captain!” 

"Eheheh! Hey, Carrot!" he grinned, nuzzling her back. Luffy was always just as affectionate as a member of her own race. "Packing up?"

It was probably that very quirk of his that made her so comfortable around him, enough to travel with him through the early part of the grand line after her search for a lost comrade took her far, far from Zou.

“I most certainly am! You didn’t think you were gonna leave without me, did you?” 

He poked her chest fluff soundly with the tip of his finger. "I told you I wouldn't! Did your Zou friends try to convince you to go back?"

Carrot’s smile faltered as she laughed. 

“Yeah, they did…you know they wanted to make me the King of Zou?” 

Luffy's mouth fell open as he hung on her with his arm around her. "No way, they wanted to make you the king?"

“Yeah! Crazy, right? I wasn’t even one of their top musketeers or anything. I dunno why they wanted to offer me the job instead of like, Wanda or someone.”

She pulled him closer to chew a bit on his cheek thoughtfully “Inuarashi and Nekomamushi are retiring.” she said, mid chomp “to be a part of Momo’s personal guard I guess…so they tried to get me to accept it and be their new king in their place.” 

Luffy leaned on her as she nibbled him, idly petting her hair. "Sounds like they're kind of hard up. But I'm glad you said no."

He looked at her askance. She hadn't said that she's said no. Rather, the firm tone from the captain said that he expected she'd said no. After all, she'd already promised to sail with him.

Carrot bumped his hand, nuzzling against his hand with a quiet laugh. “I actually left them a note that they’re not gonna see until I’m gone.”

She hadn’t firmly said no, or rather— she’d tried. She’d tried and the wave of ‘but Carrot we need you’ and ‘why don’t you give it a little more thought’ seemed to drown her out.

It was better this way, Carrot was a wandering swordsman, a grappler, wasn’t she? A swordsman had no place just sitting around on a throne all day.

"I knew it was a good idea to sneak out of here," Luffy said quietly, nuzzling his face into her shoulder, suddenly pensive. "I don't get why this always happens to my friends."

Carrot leaned back into him with a tilt of her head, her ears bopping the top of his head. “...geeze, it really does huh?” 

He nodded, frowning a little as he reached up and played with her ears. "Like when Vivi left. And they tried to do it to Rebecca too. And then Sanji! You're not even a princess!"

She sniffed in frustration, her ears twitching against his hands as he played with them.

“I know right? I’m just…I’m just a musketeer. And not even the only musketeer who was a Kingsbird too!” She laughed, trying to brighten the room. “Maybe all your friends are so great everyone just wants to keep ‘em?” 

It drew a smile out of him, exactly as she had hoped. "They sure are! But they can't keep them 'cause they're my friends! My crew."

He held on tighter to her, wrapping his legs around her midsection.

She loved cuddling with Luffy, it was something most humans seemed to get strange about, but never him. In times like this, when she was feeling rough, and conflicted it always helped her calm down.

“And your crew’s never gonna leave you, Captain! I promised, right? I promised you that I’d sail with you back on Thriller Bark— even if we fulfilled your part of the promise to help me check on Zou again, and find my lost comrades…I’m not gonna just leave you.” 

Luffy looked at her with the same wide, dark eyes he'd fixed on her the first time that he'd demanded she join his crew, and he smiled his wide smile again, nuzzling his head into her neck.

"Good. I'd definitely have to fight these guys over it if they tried to drag you back."

Carrot looked deep into his eyes with a warmth under her fur and the slight sting of faint tears in her eyes. 

“I know you would, Captain…you’d fight anyone who got in your way about it…” She laughed and leaned in to nuzzle her nose against his cheek. “which is EXACTLY why I wanna sneak away. Talk about a weird goodbye!” 

He giggled at the ticklish sensation and squeezed her. "Yeah, it'd be pretty weird. Nami would probably say something about making a bad impression. But I don't care."

“I…kinda don’t too.” Carrot grinned at him as she gave him an affectionate squeeze. “it’d be a little sad but…I have to draw my line in the sand someday, right?” 

"You gotta," he nodded firmly. "Oh, that reminds me. I should check on Robin, too. She said she had some stuff to do about the ponygliffs."

Carrot placed a hand atop his head with a bright smile and rustled her captain’s hair. 

“...you should. I bet she’d really like that.” She closed her eyes with a bright smile as she said in a quieter voice. “Captain…thank you for having me along. Thanks for wanting to sail with me to the end of the sea.” 

He grabbed her hands in his and squeezed them, looking at her with his intense gaze.

"I'm going to keep sailing with you even after that. Even after we run out of sea. Promise." 

000

There was something both awe-inspiring and relaxing about making rubbings of Poneglyphs…it was a preservation of history mingled with a sort of calming busywork and attention to detail that Robin thrived in.

For some time, the former King of Wano had been there with her and the pirate captain Law of the Heart Pirates. True to her word, she had copies for him and for Kid before he fully disembarked.

She smiled as she rubbed the graphite on the paper, getting the imprint of the text nice and clear. No matter how dire the past was— no matter how bad the news— it was better to know the history and adapt than to remain blind.

Maybe that was how she was able to smile despite the worrisome information she’d just received. 

When she was done, rubbings in hand, she departed the strange little shrine that held the ponegliff like a piece of another word and came back up into the daylight.

She was almost immediately nearly bowled over by her captain.

"Robin! Traffy told me you'd be here!"

She caught herself on a pair of legs that sprouted from her knees to balance her, several arms blooming as well to hug him tight as she laughed pleasantly.

“Of course he did…good. I was on my way to look for you.” 

He giggled and wrapped himself around her. "I guess I was way ahead of you! I remembered you said something about ponygliffs."

Luffy grinned broadly. Ponygliffs. Robin knew for a fact that Luffy knew what they were actually called, but he liked calling them that way.

Robin rustled his hair with an affectionate half smile. 

“I was on my way to rent one to ride around Wano.” she joked dryly.

Luffy laughed and nuzzled her hand. "I knew it. Don't bother though, I'll carry you back if you want."

“Oh my, you’ll be my ponygliff?” Robin smiled down at him. “how can I say no? It’s not as embarrassing as that docking travesty, after all.” 

He laughed again and planted his feet back on the ground. "Nope, not like that at all. Just a good old fashioned ponyback right. Ponygliff ride."

Robin chuckled obligingly and fondly, before she climbed onto his back with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. “I’m a little tall. Are you sure you can manage?”

He pumped his fist, showing off his– admittedly impressive– muscles. "I'm strong! there's no way I'd have a problem carrying you."

Robin kissed the top of his head. 

“Then high ho, steed.” She rested her chin on his hair after her kiss, looking out at Wano. “We’re one step closer to it, Luffy. One step closer to the secrets of the past.” 

"Yeah?" she could hear the smile in his voice as he carried her down the beaten dirt path. "That's exciting, right?"

Robin nodded against him. 

“You know it’s always been my dream. To unlock the history of the Void Century. No matter what it holds, good or bad…don’t you think it’s better to know than to be in ignorance?” 

"I don't know," he admitted, his voice soft for a moment. Hesitant. The confidence came back into it almost immediately. "But I know it's amazing because it's your dream, and I'm going to help you get there!"

Robin closed her eyes for a moment. 

“I know you will, Luffy.” she squeezed him tighter. “and when I do, I’m going to use what I learn to help you no matter what.” 

He squeezed his hands around her legs. "Thanks, Robin. Talking to you yesterday really helped get me to talk to everybody else, too..."

Robin had already been able to tell that even though he was smiling today, what they'd talked about yesterday wasn't far from his mind.

“Always, Luffy.” she lowered her head to his shoulder, looking sidelong at him. “and I know they all wish to support you too…in their own ways. I know these are troublesome times.” 

He glanced up at her as he walked. They were reaching the edge of town now.

"They are. But we'll get through them together. I know, because I have you, and the rest of my crew. Even if it turns out to be really, really hard… as long as we're together…"

Robin met his eyes with a soft smile on her normally sharp features. 

“and we’ll always be together, Luffy. Remember…” A hand bloomed to poke his nose “you promised to take responsibility.” 

"I promised," he nodded. "And I'm not going to let you down again. I'm not going to let any of my crew down."

He leaned into the hand that had bloomed, garnering funny looks from the people of Wano in the street nearby.

Robin simply smiled at them before turning her attention back to Luffy. 

“And we’re not going to let you down either. Luffy…I want to do my best to make sure you become exactly the person you want to be. No matter what.” 

"I know," he nodded. "I'm trying not to worry about the next fight. When I might be tempted to break out gear five. When I do, I'll turn to you guys instead. But– I guess, it's funny I'm worrying about it. I don't even know what the next fight will be…"

Robin’s arms bloomed to hold him at multiple angles as he walked, one’s fingers brushing his cheek. 

“It doesn’t matter what it is…another Emperor, an old enemy, a new…a god…” she cooed softly. “You won’t have to use Gear 5. We’ll fight together as a crew to make sure you don’t have to even think about using it again.” 

He nuzzled his head against her hand. "Thanks, Robin. Whenever I'm struggling, I know exactly who I can turn to. If you guys had been there. On that day… if we hadn't been separated…"

Luffy had never said it. Not all the way. But she'd heard him suppose it before. If they hadn't been separated. If they'd been there at Marineford.

Then Ace never would have died. The crisis could have been averted.

When she’d heard the news she’d cursed herself for being so far away and unable to help.

Her arms held him gently as she nodded. “I know, Luffy. We can’t change the past but…we can make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

His grip on her tightened. "I'm never letting you guys go again," he swore. "We're getting to the end of the grand line together. And beyond it. Just like I told Carrot."

Robin nodded against him , looking out at the Wano skyline and the bustling shops to the distant ocean beyond. “From now till the end of our era and beyond, no?” 

"And way, way beyond."

[stevishabitat]

One of our ferals was hit by a car today.

Mercifully, his head was clipped, so it was instant death and not prolonged suffering and we didn't have to do anything but collect the body.

We had seen him in the yard moments before, and I reminded kiddo to refill the front porch water since we have a heat advisory. When kiddo and Grandmummy went back out, he was laying in the street.

Blaze was one of Franklin and Mama's litter from spring of 2020. As a "teen", he helped raise the next litter, since Mama was terrible at parenting and always handed her babies off to someone else as soon as possible.

He had moved out of the main colony to run around with his aunt Cinnabon, who was a bit of a loner. They'd been getting fed elsewhere for awhile, but this year they came back to take advantage of our front porch food & water station.

We put a shelter on the porch, but they never felt comfortable using it and came and went from somewhere across the street. The backyard colony cats made it clear they could come to eat but then had to get out of the territory.

Our street is one block that dead-ends at a creek, but that doesn't keep cars from zooming like it's a freeway. In spite of the "slow down: kids and pets at play" sign I bolted to a tree earlier this summer.

This is one of the toughest parts of caring for a feral colony. You wish you could protect them and just bring them all inside. But they aren't house pets. They may get used to seeing you around, but they will always be too wild to be made a pet.

We do what we can to make their lives better - neutering and vaccinations whenever possible. Food and water and shelter. Trying to stop the kitten cycle and adopting out any that are people-friendly. Decreasing the numbers while trying to improve quality of life for those who remain.

But we can't make their choices for them. And although they have some level of street smarts, it's still dangerous out there. Cars, predators, dogs, people, injury, illness... They aren't likely to live as long as an indoor cat. All it takes is one moment, one decision, and they're gone. Loss is an inevitable part of what we signed up for.

It's especially hard when it's one you've known for years and watched grow up.

And Blaze was one of the most beautiful we've had. Very petite for an intact tom and he never got involved in the tom cat fight club so he wasn't battered and scarred like some. Lovely tuxedo with a distinct blaze that inspired his name and big green eyes. And he knew his name! He always looked up when we talked to him.

After we packed up the body (giving him many gentle pets and telling him how very soft he was) we saw Cinnabon watching from under a car on the nearby driveway. We can't explain to her that her nephew, her buddy Blaze isn't coming back. I'm not sure what she'll do on her own. It's been just the two of them for a very long time. Maybe she'll try to rejoin the main colony, but I doubt it. I feel bad for her.

Grandmummy came in and gently told Franklin that one of his sons was gone. And what we didn't say, but were all thinking, that a year ago it could easily have been him.

Y'all, I cannot emphasize enough how important it is to keep cats inside. Get them neutered. Get them vaccinated.

And if you feed strays or ferals, find out if there's a TNR group nearby that might help you trap & neuter.

Reducing the number of street cats (pets, strays, and ferals) is the best thing for everyone.

Let Blaze be your reminder.

[thetinyboio]

Welcome Home [Cult of The Lamb A.u]

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Prologue [Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4][Part 5] TW: Medical related talk minor though

Poppy raised her feather as if ready to argue but decided against it, not wanting to create more tension.

"Alright," she conceded, "just make sure he stays calm if he wakes up too soon again. He may need a revision."

With that, Poppy made her way to the nurse's station to gather more information about the medications everyone would require for the evening. Barnaby, still seated with his arms crossed in the corner, maintained his vigilant watch over the sleeping Wally and Thoth. Thoth’s gaze shifting awkwardly to the bedding, seemed uncertain in the silence.

Barnaby, attempting to break the ice and ease Thoth's unease, finally spoke up. 

"Aye, kid. I'm not gonna bite. So just relax, okay?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "You like jokes?"

Thoth gave a small, hesitant nod.

Barnaby grinned, his nubby tail giving a playful wag.

 "If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?" He paused, awaiting Thoth's response, but they shrugged in confusion.

"Pilgrims," Barnaby answered with a chuckle.

Thoth, still slightly perplexed, managed a small smile.

Barnaby continued his efforts to lighten the mood. "Oh! What did Baby Corn say to Mama Corn? Where's Popcorn?" He looked at Thoth, hoping for even a slight chuckle.

Thoth replied with a puzzled, "I'm sorry?"

Barnaby persisted, "Aw, come on, kid. Not even a fake laugh?"

Thoth finally caught on, he was trying to make them laugh. Barnaby posed another joke. "Mmm… How does the moon cut his hair?"

Thoth played along, asking, "How?"

Barnaby grinned triumphantly, "Eclipse it."

Thoth tilted their head in understanding and smiled a little, finally getting the joke. Barnaby let out a small laugh of relief.

 "Oh, thank goodness. You do have a sense of humor… well… ain't no medicine better than the healing power of laughter." 

He sighed, glancing over at Wally. "Oh, little buddy… what a mess, pal…"

Thoth, their expression softened with sympathy, looked between Barnaby and Wally. "How close are you two?" They inquired, their curiosity and concern evident in their eyes. "We've been knowing each other since we was in grade school, practically brothers sometimes," Barnaby reflected, his eyes drifting down to Wally before returning to Thoth. "I wish I knew who he was looking for; maybe I could have helped find them..."

Thoth listened intently, their curiosity piqued by the depth of the bond between Barnaby and Wally.

"Oh, I see..." Thoth responded, their tone tinged with a hint of melancholy. "I don't think I had a friend like that... He's really lucky to have people such as yourself and Miss Poppy to care about him..." They fidgeted with their bandages, lost in thought. "Where I come from... the only person that cared about me was my mother..."

Barnaby's eyes softened, and he offered a sympathetic nod. "Your mother sounds like a real sweet lady. I hope to meet her someday. Gotta know who raised such a smart and wise little guy!" He smiled, a touch oblivious to the somewhat somber tone of their conversation.

Thoth let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sad sigh, their gaze fixed on Wally.

"I think that would be the first positive thing my mother would have ever heard about me," they admitted. "I've always been told I daydream too much or don't pay enough attention, that I come off as ignorant..."

As the room settled into a brief silence, both Barnaby and Thoth found themselves contemplating the complexities of their pasts and the unique connections they had formed with Wally, their dear friend whose quest remained shrouded in mystery.

"Well, whoever says that is dead wrong," Barnaby insisted, his frown conveying his sincerity. "I think you've got a good head on your shoulders! Better than most I've seen out and about sometimes."

Thoth's smile grew slightly at the compliment, appreciating the encouragement. "You're very kind," they replied. "But just to be fair, I think if I was a bit smarter, I probably wouldn't be where I am now."

Thoth's thoughts turned inward, dwelling on past regrets. "Maybe if I would have said something... they wouldn't have taken her." They sighed, fidgeting with their itchy bandages. The itching only seemed to exacerbate their frustration. "At least when you wake up next, you'll have others waiting for you..." Thoth couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy toward Wally's circumstances.

Barnaby, noticing Thoth's discomfort, tried to offer a solution. "Well, maybe, but you're here now," he pointed out optimistically. He shifted his chair so he was positioned between Wally and Thoth. "Best to make the most of it, ya know... Oh, hey, want me to see if Poppy can get something for that itch? Hate to see them have to cone ya; I've had to have that too many times when I get into a little too much trouble."

Thoth chuckled lightly, appreciating Barnaby's concern. "Yeah... sorry, guess I burned my paws really badly..." They sighed, their mind wandering to the uncertain future. "At least when you wake up next, you'll have others waiting for you..." Thoth couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy toward Wally's circumstances.

Barnaby pondered Thoth's predicament for a moment before offering a solution. "Hmm, well, not that comes to mind, but I don't think you should worry about that after such an accident," he suggested. "But let me make some calls; I might be able to set you up someplace! Worst comes to worst, I've got an extra room; you can stay there till you get on your paws! Don't stress yourself over it, okay?"

Poppy's gentle interruption broke the reverie of Barnaby and Thoth, her presence a welcome one as she returned with the evening medications.

"Sorry to intrude again, but I have your meds!" she announced, placing a small cup of water and the necessary medicines next to Thoth, giving them time to take it when they were ready. She then efficiently replaced one of Wally's IV bags and disposed of the old, empty one.

She turned to address Barnaby with a hint of reluctance. "I do also hate to say this, Barnaby, but at 10, you'll have to go home, visiting hours are over by then. But I did okay it with the staff for you to come in with me tomorrow to check up on them."

As the medication began to take effect, Thoth's anxiety slowly dulled, and exhaustion overcame them. The room around them started to blur, and the bickering between Barnaby and Poppy became distant and dreamlike. In the hazy realm between wakefulness and slumber, Thoth was aware of their surroundings but felt detached from reality.

They listened to the back-and-forth between Barnaby and Poppy, the two friends bantering about Barnaby's insistence on staying by Wally's side. The sound of Poppy shooing Barnaby out of the room drifted into Thoth's ears.

Thoth's thoughts swirled, a mix of drowsy confusion and the effort to be polite. "...Oh? They're leaving? ...It was nice meeting you..." They mumbled silently in their mind as they succumbed to the medication's effects, descending into deeper unconsciousness.

In this dreamlike state, Thoth's mind played tricks on them, conjuring odd shapes and colors that danced before their closed eyelids. Amid the swirling patterns, a distant voice echoed—an all-too-familiar voice, that of their mother.

"Stop daydreaming, Thoth. You'll get yourself in trouble," the voice chided, a reproach echoing from the depths of memory.

Thoth's dreamscape shifted, Their ears perk up hearing the strange voice once more.

"Nice to meet you three properly!" the figure greeted, its voice echoing mysteriously in the dreamlike void. Thoth looked around but found no one else in this peculiar dreamscape. The unsettling encounter left them with more questions than answers, as the enigmatic presence lingered in the depths of their unconscious mind.

Thoth's heart raced as they tried to make sense of the surreal encounter. The towering figure before them, with its window-like eyes and long wild red hair and humanoid features, sent shivers down their spine. They stammered in confusion and fear, their voice trembling.

"Three?... W-who?... What… What is this?... Where's Miss. Poppy? Where am I?" Thoth's wide-eyed gaze scanned the endless darkness that surrounded them, a sense of disorientation taking hold. The echoing clunking of metal chains only added to their anxiety, reminiscent of the haunting nights in their previous cell.

The enigmatic figure responded, its words echoing through Thoth's dreamlike state. "Fear not, you are still in that world with the sweet bird and the large dog," it reassured them, its tone strangely calm despite its imposing appearance. "I have just projected myself into your mind while you sleep. My name, I've long since forgotten, as I've been imprisoned for so long. But you may have heard of me as 'The One Who Waits So Below.'"

The figure, seeing Thoth's unease, made a gesture of goodwill by shrinking its projected form to a more manageable size. It extended a hand toward Thoth, its intentions unclear yet seemingly welcoming.

"Pleased to finally meet you," it offered, its voice holding a hint of curiosity and anticipation.

Thoth, though still gripped by fear and confusion, stared at the large figur’s hand, unsure of the true nature of this strange being and the implications of this mysterious encounter.

[acosmicdisappointment]

🧑‍🧑‍🧒, 💍 for enzo, 😍, 🐱 for ysla, & 💛, ✨ for mallory from here

💔, 🧪 for wesley & ❤️‍🩹, 🪄 for aivryn from here

ooc: this is lengthy so buckle up!

enzo.

[ 👪 ] what is your muse’s relationship with their parents like? was it always this way?

❝ Well... if it isn't obvious, my relationship with my father is pretty shitty. He's the reason why I am the way I am. As for my mama...I'd say we were pretty close. But I think we've drifted apart as I've grown up. I can't help but feel like I remind her of my dad, and I know their relationship wasn't the best. So maybe she sees him in me and that's made things difficult between us. ❞

[ 💍 ] does your muse have a “type” of people that they prefer to enter relationships with? is their type generally compatible with them, or does the dynamic tend to be toxic?

❝ Can't really say I have a 'type'. If I find you attractive, that's it. Some of my relationships have been great while others have been toxic...I'm not gonna elaborate further. I think everyone knows. ❞

ooc: enzo is drawn to people who show him attention and affection, that's his type.

ysla.

[ 😍 ] does your muse believe in true love? why or why not?

❝ I believe in true love, but perhaps not in the way fairytales depict it. To me, true love is a deep, meaningful connection based on mutual respect, understanding, and support. It's about finding someone who accepts you for who you are, flaws and all, and who you can truly be yourself with. It may not always be romantic, true love may also be platonic. True love is a journey of growth and discovery, where both partners are committed to each other's happiness and well-being. ❞

[ 🐱 ]  does your muse have pets? did they have pets as a child? how do they feel about animals?

❝ I've always had a love for animals, but I don't currently have any pets. But my niece, Dana has one. Her name is Mashy (short for mashed potato) and I absolutely adore her. Whenever I'm home, I take Mashy on walks by the beach. I've always felt a deep connection with animals and believe they have a lot to teach us about love, loyalty, and compassion. While I don't have any pets at the moment due to my lifestyle as a travel vlogger, I hope to have a furry friend again in the future...Maybe when I settle down and start a family. ❞

ooc: no notes, ysla slays

mallory.

[ 💛] how empathetic is your muse? how compassionate are they? is this something people expect from them, or are people surprised when they find out how compassionate or empathetic they actually are?

❝ People are sometimes shocked when they find out how compassionate and empathetic I actually am. I guess it's because I come off as closed off. I have feelings too. I'm not a cold-hearted bitch, despite what others might assume. I may not always show it in an obvious way, but I'm always there for the people I care about. My empathy and compassion are a big part of who I am, and while some may be surprised by this side of me, it's something I hold dear. ❞

[ ✨ ] answered here

ooc: oh yeah tell 'em mally

wesley.

💔 BROKEN  HEART  —  is there anyone in your life you wish you had a better relationship with? if so, how come? what makes this person important to you?

❝ If there is someone in my life I wish I had a better relationship with, that would be my parents. I wish they could've explained to me and my sister why they left. I've always felt a sense of longing and loss because of this, wishing things could have been different. They are after all the ones who are the reason why I am here... ❞

🧪 TEST  TUBE  —  if you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what is one thing you absolutely have to resolve and/or do before then?

❝ If I knew I was going to die tomorrow, the one thing I absolutely have to do is confess my feelings to someone I like. It's a moment of vulnerability and honesty that I don't want to miss out on. Life is too short for regrets, and I want to take that chance, to express how I feel and see where it leads. Even if the outcome isn't what I hope for, I know I'll find peace in knowing that I took that leap of faith and laid my heart on the line. ❞

ooc: hugs for my soft boy wes

aivryn.

🪄 MAGIC WAND answered here

❤️‍🩹 MENDING HEART — how strongly do you experience your emotions? does it depend on who you're interacting with and/or the context of the situation?

❝ I would say I experience my emotions quite strongly. I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve and can be deeply affected by the people and situations around me. It's almost like my emotions are amplified, and I feel things very deeply. The intensity of my emotions can depend on who I'm interacting with and the context of the situation. I would say my emotions are a big part of who I am and how I navigate the world around me. ❞

ooc: oh baby aivee we know

[britneyshakespeare]

the sad news is that my grandmother has had a very, very bad week and i may have to attend my third family funeral in the last 2 months

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.127 Blessing in the storm

Back outside, I found a remnant of our party crew. Maira and her family held down the dance floor while Mama and Chi Chi yammered on about who knows. Hopefully they got all my embarrassing childhood stories out of their systems. Sophia sat at a table, probably nursing her back. I asked if she wanted to go home, but she said she was okay. It began to rain, so Maira, Chi Chi, and the Ricketts family went home, and me, Sophia, and Mama went inside. I was starving and realized I hadn't eaten since breakfast, so I grabbed a plate of ribs and ate in the dining room. Sophia followed me, and so did Mama. I guess it was story time.

I began by apologizing for not doing what I promised to do. It wasn't my intention, but it just happened that way.

"We've been trying to get pregnant ever since we got engaged," I said.

I watched Mama's face and saw the exact moment she realized where the story was heading. Nothing I said came close to being her fault, but I could see the mommy guilt oozing from her eyes, and I knew exactly what she was saying to herself in that moment. My son needed me, and I wasn't there. I failed my child. I'm a bad mother. I had lived long enough to understand there was nothing I could do or say to ease those kinds of thoughts, but I still wanted to.

Sophia jumped in and talked about her first suspicions of a problem, getting tested, and doing treatment. I explained we didn't say anything then because we thought the treatments would work quickly and we'd be pregnant any day. We thought telling everyone would cause unnecessary alarm, but as the days went on, it got harder and harder to reach out because we were so devastated. We used every ounce of remaining energy to keep our minds off it because we were emotionally spent.

Finding out about Alessia's pregnancy was hard. Really, really hard. I was angry at her because I wanted what she had, and she didn't even appreciate it. On top of that, I found out I also had low fertility which pretty much eliminated our odds of getting pregnant.

"Your granddaughter was conceived through the miracle of IVF," I said.

"Oh, my sweet boy! I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that! I wish I could have known so I could comfort you, but I understand why you didn't reach out. I know all too well what it's like to feel you need to suffer alone."

"IVF is really expensive, though," she continued. "Are you okay? Do you need help? I could-"

"We're fine, Mama. But, thank you."

"Okay. I'm glad. Wow... I don't know how to feel. Like, my heart is broken for you, but I'm extra excited about your future now. I always thought you'd be amazing parents, but I know you'll be even more so now and will spoil this baby rotten. I'm so proud of how you two support each other. You've got the real thing, and it makes me so happy."

"When I learned about you," she said to Sophia, "I dreamed about this time. I looked forward to staying with you for a few days while you found your wings and make sure you two got enough rest. Things won't be quite like that now, but I'm still here for you guys. I'm not sure when I'll be able to get away and meet your sweetheart, but if you need anything at all, call me. I'll find a way to help."

"That's really sweet, Emmy. Thank you!"

I had to be the most blessed man in all the world. My parents loved and supported every move I made; They loved my wife; I was going to be a father; My best friend was moving to town. What more could I ask for?

[romanoffsbish]

A Chance Encounter: Battle of the Exes

Scarlett Johansson x John Doe(😂)

Jess Valdez (OC) x Fem!Reader

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Dinner & a Movie … Star (Previous)

Warnings: Alcoholism(mentioned), Dead OC!Child, Grief, shitty ex

Stood before you was none other than Jess, wearing their nicest suit—the exact same one that used to make you swoon—the top button purposefully undone with a bottle of your favorite wine held up in front of their face. Their cocky smirk was quick to fall at the sight of the unfamiliar infant hanging on your hip, and neither of you really knew what came next in this already intense stare off, even Carson's happy babbling had stopped while he surveyed the current situation with his wide eyes.

"Y/N, honey, your timer's going off.."

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You really wished Scarlett had read the silence better, but you digress, because now all you wanted to do was sink into the floor at the sight of your soon to be officially divorced partners expression. It was a mix between genuine pain, obvious jealousy, but as was par the course anger outweighed anything else, and it was proven through their backhanded comments.

"So, that's why you wanted the weekend's off?" They question over a bitter chuckle, and you have to remember you're holding a baby when you go to reply.

"Excuse me?" You ask with a pointed glare, not liking where they were taking this at all, and absolutely ready to fight back if they didn't reroute themselves since you never even offered up weekends—they took them.

"Who is it then? Nancy from the office, she did always want to fuck you..."

With that you'd stepped out the door, shutting it quietly, but the walls were only so thick..

"Hey, watch the way you speak, our daughters just inside the house, and we agreed to never downgrade the other in front of her."

"Well, her mama's clearly being a whore in front of her, so —."

"I'm going to stop you right there, I'm having a dinner play date for Angie and Riley's family.

But isn't that fucking rich, you cheated, and I can't even consider dating after we've been legally separated for nearly six months." You cut them off with an aggressive scoff, but they just overlook you in the hopes of finding a leg to stand on.

"The divorce isn't even finalized yet."

"The only reason it's unfinished is because you won't stop fighting it in the hopes of changing my mind. Newsflash Jess, but what once was is now over, your hold on my heart was gone far before you cheated, and that's a choice you made. I guess it's not true what they say—absence, unfortunately doesn't make the heart grow fonder."

While the both of you continue to bicker Scarlett could vaguely hear the elevating voices so she turned the oven down to a warming setting, and sent the girls off to wash up before they could register the obvious disputing. Once they'd made it up the stairs, giggling as they went, Scarlett proceeded to open the front door to see who'd shown up to disturb the peace.

Jess had been raging on about how lame of a partner you were, something about how had you just been a bit more adventurous in the bedroom maybe they would've remained loyal. It wasn't true, they just wanted to hurt you the same way that they hurt, as if cheating on you wasn't enough. Deep down the failed marriage had been their biggest regret, losing you so soon after losing your son had been beyond debilitating. Jess had been so distraught over Josh that they silently took to drinking, then to cheating, and to this day they fail to admit to you that the reason they miss so many weekends is because staying sobers near impossible at this point and they don't want Angie to see her Deda that way.

Jess immediately stopped their vicious attacks on you at the sight of the Scarlett Johansson. You'd been so zoned out that you failed to feel the presence behind you, but the sudden silence had brought you back to the moment.

"Oh jeez was that all Jess? What stopped you from going on, I can see it in your eyes that you weren't anywhere close to done, so please go on and tell me what it is." You humorlessly chuckle out, but before you could taunt further a beautiful voice speaks up from behind.

"Y/N, honey, dinners ready, and the girls are upstairs washing up. Do you need any help?"

You turn to face her, and your chest flutters as you hear that she'd shielded the younger girls from the mess that was Jess off on a tangent. Then you saw the clear change in her tone from soft to dangerous when she turned to face your ex while "asking you" a question.

"Thanks Scar, how about you take this little guy inside, I'm sorry that I hadn't already..."

Carson whines slightly but then he nuzzles into his mother's comforting embrace and your heart melts at the sight.

"Don't worry about it, don't be too long now, the food can't stay under the warmer forever."

"I'll be right behind you."

Jess's expression had went from angry to starstruck, to shocked, then rounded right back to furious within less than sixty seconds at the sight of Scar's hand gripping your shoulders. Seeing just how soft she'd been while speaking to you they could tell there was something real blooming here, and that there truly was no going back. The fury momentarily melted into bitter acceptance once you'd turned to face them, and it was obvious how much calmer she'd been able to make you with subtleties.

"Look Jess, if you want to see Angie come back in an hour after their playdate is over, and you can take her out to ice cream or something. Clearly you'd had different plans, but plans can, and should change."

"No... I'll just come next weekend, I promise."

"You know, she really misses you, and I'm tired of being made to break her heart, so please mean it this time..."

"I do mean it..." They sigh out defensively, but quickly fix their face at your pointed stare.

"We'll see..." You quip with a shoulder shrug before leaving them alone to sulk on the porch, but their plans are a bit more grim with the bottle in their hand.

"Mama!!! Where were you?" Angie shrieks the exact moment you enter the kitchen.

"Hello to you too angel, I was just outside on a work call, now who's ready for dinner?" You reply, Scarlett stares at you with a quirked brow, but you just send her back a 'not now' stare to which she nods gently.

After serving the correct pasta to everyone you'd failed to sit down which made the entire table turn to watch you move around the kitchen.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Riley mumbles over a bite of food.

"Baby, chew with your mouth closed..." Scarlett chastises her daughter, eyes definitely focused on you though as they all wait for the answer.

"I'm preparing the dinner I'd made for Carson, it'll just be a minute, you guys enjoy the pasta." You excitedly state, while doing a little dance as you warm and mix up the puréed potatoes, and somehow failing to see Scarlett's smitten as a kitten smile.

——

It'd been a month since the dinner, and you'd not been able to have your solo date yet. Scarlett had to cancel due to a last minute mishap on her most recently finished project. Riley actually had stayed at your house for those two weeks since her father Marco was out of the country, and her former stepdad John had a project of his own, so his elderly mother could only handle the baby on her own.

Come the following weekend neither of you could secure the proper child care, because in a totally not shocking turn of events Jess had already skipped off for work, and the only consistent help—John, had been off to Cali.  That night was still a considerable success, you had a massive sleepover at her place instead. There was an ungodly amount of unhealthy snacks, lots of shared laughter, and once the exhaustion arose everyone had decided to sleep on the floor under the pillow fort made by yours truly and Carson slept away in his playpen directly besides all of you.

After the many failed attempts Scarlett and you'd planned for tonight to be date night; there was a determination in her eyes that told you it would happen, but you were uncertain, just waiting for that other shoe to drop. John had his son and Riley for the day, but Jess hadn't responded to a single text.

Scarlett offered to ask John, but you sort of knew the man, and would've felt awkward asking him to watch your daughter so you could go out with his ex wife. Scarlett found your reservations funny, and planned to convince you otherwise, it honestly helped that Riley already pleaded for Angie to come too.

"Sweetheart, John and I are on relatively good terms, so me dating someone is of little concern to him, he really only cares about the kids and since we have that concern in common he leaves me be. Plus, much like Jess he made his bed, so he's got no room to talk. He'd be more than fine taking Angie, she's an absolute angel anyways, and not to mention Riley's apparently been pestering him about it anyways."

"Is it wrong that I'm jealous...?"

"Jealous of what? My divorce?" She snorts, but her eyes work to betray her as they overflow with an overwhelming sympathy that serves to drown you if you don't look away.

"Well yeah... It's just, why can't they see how much they're hurting her? She'd been so happy after she saw them the two following weekends after the porch fight. I really thought we were getting somewhere, and now the bullshit excuses have returned, or in today's case the total ghosting. John's at least a good dad..."

Scarlett hates the way you tend to overlook your own pain, especially when you wear it so obviously; she can hear it whenever you speak of your ex, or see it when you are forced to cause the usual reaction that is your daughter's fallen face, but as someone who's dealt with the same for Riley she completely understands. Which is why she uses this rare moment alone with you to pull you into her lap, snickering at the sounds of your unenthused squeals.

"I can't speak for Jess honey—personally, if given the opportunity I'd probably smack the living shit out of them actually..."

Your chuckles warms her heart, but she also wonders if you know she actually means it.

"I can speak from my own experience to say you're doing absolutely everything right, and I'm so unbelievably in awe of your strength. Angie's happy, her glowing smile whenever you enter the room tells me so, and then there's the way she beams about you whenever you're not in the room. Jess has to pull it together on their own, so you need to let go, and leave them be. They'll either pull it together, or they won't, but that's truly not your job to figure out anymore. You're their ex wife, and though you're the mother to their children, you're not responsible for if they're around or not. Focus on your daughter, and yourself... Me too if possible."

You stare deeply into her eyes as she speaks, sighing heavily as you truly take her words to heart, and then you find yourself unable to contain the giggle as she concludes her speech.

"Fine... John can watch her..."

"Yes! I'm going to go tell her the good news, meet us downstairs when you're ready." Scarlett squeals, effortlessly standing up with you still in her lap, spinning you around until your legs eventually drop to the floor, and she parts with a sweet peck to your nose.

—

"Angie, do you have all of your toys?"

"Yes mama, I have them all!"

"Just make sure you take care of them, I don't want to hear —."

"Mama! I know, I pwomise." She shrieks, her subtle lisp proving just how exasperated she's becoming so you reside to dropping it.

"Okay then angel, let's go." You muse, hand holding tightly to hers as she jumps out of the car, and Scarlett watches the silly interaction from the drivers seat with a smile on her face.

Two knocks was all it took for the door to swing wide open, Riley stood directly before the both of you with a wide smile on her face when looking to Angie, then as she turns to you the smile becomes tighter.

You drop to a crouching position, using the post to help hold yourself up in an attempt to keep your clothing clean, and face your cheery daughter.

"Bye my angel."

"Bye mama." She says, tiny arms wrapping around your neck for a brief hug that you fully embrace before she runs off into the house.

"Angie, go straight into the living room, I'll be right there..." She instructs, scarily resembling her mother in stance.

"Y/N/N..."

"Yes Riles?" You ask, turning ever so slightly to face her.

"Mommy told me what's happening..."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm... Look, if you hurt my mommy then we can't be friends anymore, and then I'll be really sad because I love you, and Angie a lot..." She says with a faux scowl on her face, you hold back the laughter threatening to come out at her adorable intimidation tactics, and instead just give her a reassuring smile as the vulnerability is present on her face.

"Oh sweet girl, I promise I won't do anything to hurt your mommy, because you're important to me too, I love you so much..."

"John said the same thing."

"Well I'm not John honey..."

"Yeah, you're much prettier than him." She admits with a shy smile, and you take that as the perfect moment to embrace her.

"I promise you she's safe with me Ri-Ri." You whisper into her ear, and her grip on you tightens, then she kisses your cheek before running inside when Angie calls for her.

Carefully you return to a standing position, nearly falling onto your ass at the sight of John waiting for you in the doorway with a suddenly antsy baby with arms outstretched for you.

"I'm not sure if I'd agree that you're prettier, but you're definitely a good match for Scar, and it seems the kids already love you." The man genuinely relays, passing Carson over to you without much of a choice, but you don't exactly mind as you embrace the cheerful infant. 

"Thank you again John, I'll be back by 10pm at the latest to collect her." You excitedly relay as you lift the baby up and above your head repeatedly, relishing in the sounds of his giggles.

"It's my pleasure, I've always loved having your kids over, they were always so well behaved."

Your heart skips at the plurality of his statement, but you brush passed it with a pensive smile, passing the frowning baby back over to him once Scarlett unknowingly saves you with a honking horn.

"Well I better get going then, don't wanna keep the misses waiting." You tease, and he waves you off with a gentle smile.

Yeah... She definitely has the better ex...

—

Scarlett wanted to take you out somewhere nice, but without drawing too much attention to either of you; worried the paparazzi would be enough to run you off, and fortunately for her she's got some friends in higher places.

"Scar, where are we going?"

"Out to eat." She replies with the same deflection as the last time you'd asked, smirking to herself once she hears your adorable grumbling, and settling her free hand on your exposed thigh to still your squirming form.

"Hey now, we just dropped the kid off, did we not?" She teases as she finally pulls off the road and into the back side of a parking lot.

"Why are we here? Better yet, what is here?"

She chuckles at your continued confusion, her hand mindlessly squeezing your thigh while the other sends off a brief message to the owner of the restaurant, shifting her body to face yours after receiving confirmation to enter.

"Well pretty girl, I want our first date to be just about us, so I must be secretive if I'm going to protect you from the big bad camera guys." She teases further with an unexpected boop to your nose, her nerves seeming to get the best of her.

"Oh, so I'm your dirty little secret then, huh?" You tease back, but her face drops at your words, and you finally seem to understand just how nervous she is when her shaky hand helps you out of the car.

"No, I would never want to hide you, promise. It's just, the world I live in can be a bit much, and I don't want to throw you into it until we know where we're going first." She replies in a panic, one that you honestly find adorable, but you settle your hands on her face to stop her.

"Oh, honey, I was honestly joking, it's adorable the way that you're protecting me though, plus—sneaking around sounds kinda fun, almost like we're in high school, you're the jock, and I'm the nerdy girl who you fall in love with."

"Woah... I was definitely not the jock, I was the stoner!" She playfully replies, you roll your eyes at her correction and allow her to escort you inside the fancy restaurant through their kitchen entrance and off into a secluded room.

"Wow..." Your astonished whisper has the blonde chuckling from behind you as she gently guides you into your seat before settling down across from you.

It's truly beautiful—dimly lit, and decorated to give the illusion of a night well spent in Italy. The walls were painted an ombre of blues, with imagery of the cities landmarks adorning them. There were fairy lights strategically layered beneath layers of cotton to highlight the skies. The restaurant's ambience fails to compare to the marvel that is your date though, she looks absolutely stunning in her perfectly tailored creme suit, with the jewel embossed top, and the peekaboo opening in the back of her jacket that allows you to see her beautiful back piece.

Looking at her makes you feel underdressed.

Scarlett watches your face as your eyes trailed around the room, finding your shock to border on almost childlike, and she finds you perfect. Her whole body then warms once your gaze shifts to look her over, she even notices the brief insecurity cross over your gaze and it causes her to frown as she sips on her wine.

Your hair was down which she appreciated as it was normally pulled back. Your outfit choice had perfectly accentuated every curve of your body, and your choice in jewelry was nearing distracting as it pulled her gaze to your metal adorned fingers tapping against the table, and to your necklace settling at the end of your plunging neckline. She couldn't place exactly why you were feeling insecure, because she thought you looked absolutely ravishing.

She noticed your gaze had fallen, so she cleared her throat to draw your attention back up from your menu so that you could truly hear her when she spoke. You looked up to meet her gentle gaze, instantly feeling as a shiver ran down your spine at the hidden intensity beneath.

"Y/N, you look absolutely gorgeous."

"Th-thank you Scarlett, you look so beautiful. I-I really love that suit on you, it's perfect... You're perfect... Oh gosh, um.."

"Honey, calm down..."

"I'm sorry, you just make me so nervous..."

Scarlett laughs at your words, feeling a bit smug herself as the tables are now reversed, but all it does is fills you with a sense of dread.

"You're being mean..." You grumble, hands shooting up to cover your face but she's quick to cut you off, settling her hands in yours as she pulls them back to the tabletop.

"No, honey don't hide... It's just funny to see you so nervous all of a sudden."

"I just want this to go well is all..."

"Darling, I've already heard your loud snoring, I promise all we can do is go up." She jokes with an accompanying laugh, and you slap her hands away, then use your menu as a divider.

"I do not snore."

Scarlett simply smirks at your petulance, then continues to sip upon her wine until the waiter makes himself known with a tray full of "Italy's finest," and a bin full of bruschetta to use for the dips, or as a standalone.

"Ciao madame's, here is your appetizer, and I'm also checking to see if you're ready to put in for your main course."

Scarlett sees your eyes widen, telling her that you'd never even looked at your menu, so she happily handles it for the both of you.

"As a matter of fact I think we are Bernie, I'll be getting my usual—the chicken risotto, and the polenta, and my beautiful date here will take the chicken fettuccine with a side salad."

"Perfect, I'll put your order in." He beams, reaching over the both of you to top off your glasses before taking his leave.

"How'd you know?" You ask with narrowed eyes, receiving a coy smile in return.

"Well you learn a lot about a person when you spend all of your free time with them honey." She muses, your angry facade crumbles, and your face momentarily softens.

"Wow, sounds like you need a life." You tease her anyways, then dip your bread into some bean dip.

She snorts, then follows suit in diving into the appetizers, both of your moods now calmed, and the conversation flowed effortlessly throughout the entirety of the meal. Everything was perfect up until the bill had arrived and the two of you were left in a stare off of preposterous proportions.

"Y/N, I was the one who asked you out..."

"Scarlett, that's exactly why I should pay the bill. You planned it all out, it's fair that I pay."

"I snuck you into a restaurant..."

"To protect me, very honorable, and deserving of being treated..."

"Fine, we can split it..." Scarlett reasons, and though you don't want to you agree with her, passing over your debit card, and missing the glint in her eyes when she passes over the bill.

She smirks your way as soon as he retreats, then before you could ask she lifted your card up from underneath a napkin, laughing boisterously at your shocked expression. Snatching the card from her you'd attempted to chase Bernie down, but she wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you into her lap.

"No, let me pay..." You whine and squirm in her lap but her strong hold is no match for you.

"You're not paying, I won fair and square."

Scarlett quickly signs the check, and you remain silent the whole time, for the walk back to the car, then for the drive around the blocks as she has no real destination in mind.

"Pretty girl, no more silent treatment please..."

"Dessert..."

"What?"

"Let me pay for dessert..."

Scarlett wants to protest, instead she gives in, but your face falls when she pulls into the Jack in the Box parking lot.

"No, something fancy..."

She giggles at your protests, hand waiting for your card, and reluctantly you slapped it into her hand while she somehow ordered perfectly for the both of you once again without so much as a word from you.

"Thanks for the cookie honey..."

"Yeah, yeah..." You playfully grumble over your straw, allowing the Oreo shake to brighten your darkened mood.

Scarlett drove around the city with no end in sight, not wanting the date to end just yet, and the both of you talked about everything under the sun, but mostly you talked about the kids. After a few beats of silence Scarlett noticed you'd drifted off, and she took that as her sign to return to John's to collect Angie, and take the both of you back home.

—

Scarlett entered John's to find the cutest sight she'd ever seen, so she snapped a photo before finally approaching the children.

"Mommy, please be quiet, she just fell asleep..."

Scarlett admired the way her daughter lovingly ran her fingers through your daughters hair, and stared down at her with adoration, thoughts of them as sisters flooding through her mind.

"I am here to take her home baby."

"Where's Y/N?"

"She's sleeping too."

"Was she good to you?"

"Yes, very good to me."

"Good, because I love her..."

"I know you do Riley, and I can see why."

"Do you love her?" She asks hopefully.

"Not just yet, but I'm ready to let it happen."

Riley smiles at her answer, and Scarlett kisses her daughters forehead, then scoops Angie's limp body up, and sends her daughter off to bed before returning to you. She gently buckles Angie up, observing the way that her tiny nose scrunches after every third breath she takes in, and she realizes you do the exact same thing.

"Cute..."

Once she makes it back to your place she watches you sleep for a moment, enjoying the peaceful expression before finally waking you up, and loving the dopy smile you send her. Then once you stumble out of the car she wraps an arm around your waist to stabilize you, and pulls you into a sweet embrace.

"Thanks for dinner Scar..." You mumble against her suit, and she pulls back to smile down at you.

In a brief moment of confidence you surge forward, slamming your lips to hers, and she's too stunned for the first few seconds to properly react to the wanted sensation.

"I'm so—."

She cuts your apology off with a bruising kiss of her own, her hold on you shifting to your hips, and pulling you that much closer to her body. Kissing you has her whole body feeling warm,  her hips roll against yours with a mind of their own, and your needy whimpers against her lips are what bring her back to the moment.

"Sorry honey. Got a little carried away there." She rasps into your ear, and you attempt to hide your face into her neck, but she cups your cheeks to prevent it.

"I really hope they'll be a second date honey, because I'd love to see where this was going."

You press a chaste kiss to her lips in answer, then maneuver your way out of her hold, and pull your daughter out of her backseat.

"Goodnight Scar..." You bid her goodbye, leaving a final kiss to her cheek. 

"Goodnight Y/N/N." She calls after you, goofy smile on her face as she watches you make it into the house, then she excitedly screams against her steering wheel before driving home with unholy thoughts of you.

—

While being married for just under a decade you'd forgotten how carefree love is meant to be; dating Scarlett had proven as a necessary reminder. On top of the amazing love story unfolding right before you, you also had seen an alarming improvement in Jess's parenting after taking said blondes advice.

They'd been showing up far more to her extra activities, and had only missed one weekend in the last two months. Angie was a lot happier too with her Deda around, and it made your heart glimmer with hope whenever she'd return to you with that bright smile of hers.

However, you were forced to face a lot in her sudden absence, and though it hurt you were also grateful. Silence was something you used to crave with two kids, but being forced into it after a loss like yours just made it unbearable. Now having every weekend free led to you having spent many of them on your own with your girlfriend being a busy actress and all.

One particular Friday evening you remember sending Angie off with a goodbye kiss, and then upon reentering your home you had began to fill your time with an almost neurotic form of cleaning. Music from your record player filled the space around you, a swiffer mop in one hand, and a glass of wine in the other while you sang your bruised little heart out, then the next moment your glass shatters across the kitchen floor, much like your heart, and you're in tears as your eyes locked onto the calendar to see the date—October 14th.

An overwhelming need to purge consumed you, and that weekend you went around the house ridding it of everything you deemed as unnecessary to your survival. Scarlett showed up on your doorstep that Sunday evening after you'd repeatedly failed to answer your phone, she'd honestly would have come even sooner had she not been out of town on some set.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Y/N, love, where are you?" Scarlett calls out into the eerily quiet house, and her body tenses at the lack of verbal response, feet rushing upstairs when she instead hears a crashing.

With a gentle hand she opens the already cracked bedroom door, entering Josh's normally sealed tight room, and her face falls at the sight of your trembling form, surrounded by shards of blue glass.

"Honey, come on, I don't want you to get hurt." She coos, gentle hands cautiously settle atop your arms, squeezing until your teary gaze reaches hers.

"I-I..."

"Shh, just come here honey." Scarlett shushes you, gently yanking you up and pulling you into her own body.

"I-I was finally ready to clean out his room..." You suddenly sigh, indicating your readiness to explain to the blonde that's currently holding you close what'd happened.

Scarlett says nothing, instead she rearranges your bodies, settling you beside her on the tiny bed and interlocking her hand with yours, soft eyes meet yours to urge you to go on.

"I was boxing up his clothes, but then when moving around the room I accidentally knocked the Squirtle squad figurine off of his dresser with the box. Squirtle was his favorite starter Pokemon, and so that figurine was his go to, and now it's gone... I broke it, my baby's gone, and now his comfort toy is too.."

Your eyes slam shut, tears steadily falling while you work to avoid her comforting gaze.

"It's funny, because if he was still here he'd have hugged me right now, wiped my tears away and no doubt would've said to me 'It's okay mama, I'm not mad, accidents happen.' But it's not! It's not okay, nothing about this is Scarlett, because he's gone, and I'm all alone. This big house that once used to be filled with giggles is only partially so now."

You phase through so many emotions in a matter of seconds, each one erratically fueled, and your trembling only worsens until Scarlett suddenly lays down atop of you. Hands gently cup your cheeks and keep you still as she begins to speak.

"You're not alone Y/N/N, you've got Angie, Riley, and even Carson, and lord knows I'm not going anywhere honey. I know we'll never be able to fill the hole he left in your heart, but we'll definitely never leave you alone. Nothing will ever replace him, but you're right, he would've forgiven you so it's high time you follow his wise footsteps and forgive yourself."

"I know, and I love y— that I have all of you in my corner, I promise I appreciate it. It's just, being alone in this quiet house breaks me."

"Then you won't be alone here anymore... You'll come to sets with me, or Riley, Carson and I will keep you company, and we'll fill this house with laughter again, all while keeping Josh's memory alive in a heartfelt way without all of the pain. Whatever you need, we'll make it happen baby, and we'll start by cleaning out this room together."

"I was thinking of turning it into a guest kids room for Riley and Carson, so they'll have somewhere to call their own when they're here."

"They'll love it, you're honestly an angel, I'm so glad I found you Y/N/N... How about we make dinner, then come morning time we'll work this room out together..."

"Sounds perfect, It's a four day weekend so Jess kept Angie tonight, it'll be nice to have you here to cuddle up to."

Scarlett kissed your forehead, then climbed off of you, pulling you up with her, landing another kiss to your lips, and lingering there for a few moments. That night you felt a little lighter, heart still in pieces, but finally feeling as though it's actually meant to be repaired.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

Now though you're sat on the porch swing happily awaiting Angie's return home. It's officially Christmas break, and you've used all your PTO for the following two weeks, and have all these plans to take her out into the snowy plains of New York. Plans to go out to the movies together, then to go ice skating with Scarlett and Riley in the city, then you've got plans to celebrate the impending holiday together as a happy, collective group.

The rumbling of an engine pulls you from your excited thoughts, you look out to see Jess carrying a sleeping Angie, and the sight actually warms your heart a tiny bit.

"We had a busy day, so she's a bit exhausted."

"I bet, she told me all about the plans for the amusement park, you can take her up to bed if you want, I don't mind."

You'd been working on fixing the relationship, remembering just how good of friends you'd been before ever getting married, and hoping you'd be able to return to a fraction of that for Angie's sake, and you'd be lying to say you didn't want the peace for yourself too.

Jess nodded, then took off into your house, running up the stairs, and settling Angie into her bed with a gentle kiss, with a whispered, misguided promise to make everything right again before returning to you with a cup of cocoa to which you accept it with a quirked brow, but nonetheless a playful smile.

"Do you remember the night she was born?" They suddenly ask, slurping loudly, and you cringe at the familiar pet peeve of yours.

"Yeah, she always had a flair for the dramatic interruptions." You giggle at the memory, then settle into the swing as Jess gently reminisces.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Mama!! Deda!! Huwwy up!" Josh calls out from the living room, tiny body perfectly fitting into the couch.

You wobbled into the living room, popcorn bowl perched atop your rounded belly, and Jess wasn't far behind you with the cups.

"We're coming!!" You shriek, and he turns to face you with a beaming smile atop his face.

Jess settled the drinks down on the table, and you took your spot beside him.

"Pokemon time!" He shrieks, body squirming excitedly on the couch as he clutches his Pikachu plushy to his chest, and settles a gentle kiss to your bump before his arm flies to the bowl.

While the anime rolls through episodes you feel a bit off, but you wave it off in favor of the giddy toddler besides you.

"Mama! Loot! It's Pitachu! And Squirble!"

You smile through the pain, and manage to return his enthusiasm, but Jess picks up on your discomfort, and sends you a worried stare that you literally wave off.

"Mama... Are you otay?"

Okay... So you're not holding it as together as you thought.

"Yes honey, Mama's just going to go pee, keep watching your show."

You stood to your feet, feeling an immense pressure in your lower abdomen, you remained purposefully oblivious. Well, for about two seconds because after about two steps water came gushing from between your legs, and Jess shot up off the couch.

"Eww. Mama! You posta pee on da potty!" Josh shrieks, but his face quickly drops when he sees you in actual pain.

"I'll go get the bag! Stay right here my love, Josh, stay with mama, it'll be okay buddy."

Josh's tear stained face brings you out of your own pain, hobbling over to him you manage to pull him into your side for comfort.

"Mama, was wrong?"

"Nothing honey, your baby sister is coming my love, it's okay, I promise you."

"Hey. Be nice to mama... She's a good mama." He talks directly to your belly, and you giggle at the sight of your son's confusion before your sights move up to your frantic partner.

"I got the bag! Let's go!" Jess shrieks, scooping your son up, then cautiously guiding you to the car.

—

Your eyes flutter open, taking in the sight of the sleeping baby girl besides you, then your groggy eyes travel to see Jess sat up on the couch, with Josh peacefully sleeping against their chest, and your heart swells at the sight of your growing family.

Everything was perfect...

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

A singular tear falls from your eye once the retelling of the memory ends, and Jess attempts to wipe the tear away for you, but you're quick to create distance between yourselves again, wiping it away yourself.

"So it's over then? Our family is no more?"

"Yes, for the last time Jess, we are over, but that doesn't mean we can't be a family again. Joshua's gone, but Angie's still right here, and it's our joint responsibility to make her happy."

"I'm so sorry..." They sob, face falling into their hands, and something about the apology seems unsettling to you.

Before you could attempt to reassure them of your forgiveness—in the hopes that it'd set them straight, a car door is slamming and a blur of blonde hair rushes passed you.

"You selfish bitch, what have you fucking done?!" Scarlett seethes, open palm directly throwing Jess's face to the side, and you can see by the look in their eyes that they knew they deserved it.

"I-I... I'm so sorry Y/N/N, it was a mistake..." Jess tried to weakly defend, but like the coward that they are it ends with them running off before you could even decipher what's just taken place before you.

"Scar?"

Scarlett turns to see your trembling lip, softening her previously furious demeanor instantly and though her hand stings she pulls you into her body, allowing your confused, overwhelmed tears to soak through her shirt.

"I'm here honey, I promise I'll fix this, and that you'll be okay..."

Your heart freezes as her words sink in...

What the fuck did Jess do?

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For anyone needing a timeline clarification it's now December 2k21 (story started August)

Josh died in October 2019, Divorce took place early 2020

Riley/(Apr)Josh -9 (2012) (7 at death)

Angie-6 (Aug-2015)

❤️ Kaitlyn 🤪

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Stranger Things Ships As Taylor Swift Songs

Warning: I obviously don't ship all of these and this is just for fun <3 please don't yell at me for missing your favorite, there's so many ships in this show so I went with some of the biggest ones as of season 4

Party Ships

Lumax: Out of the Woods

"Remember when we couldn't take the heat /I walked out, I said, 'I'm setting you free'/But the monsters turned out to be just trees/When the sun came up, you were looking at me/You were looking at me"

"Are we out of the woods yet?/Are we out of the woods?/Are we in the clear yet?/Are we in the clear yet?"

Mileven: It's Nice to Have a Friend

"Lost my gloves, you give me one/'Wanna hang out?' Yeah sounds like fun/ Video games, you pass me a note/Sleeping in tents/It's nice to have a friend"

"Call my bluff, call you 'Babe'/Have my back, yeah, everyday"

Byler: Holy Ground (Taylor's Version)

"We had this big, wide city all to ourselves/Wе block the noise with the sound of 'I need you'/And for thе first time, I had something to lose"

"Tonight I'm gonna dance/For all that we've been through/But I don't wanna dance/If I'm not dancing with you"

Elmax: Message in a Bottle (From the Vault)

"And I became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes, tongue-tied/But now you're so far away and I'm down/Feeling like a face in your crowd/I'm reachin' for you, terrified"

"'Cause you could be the one that I love/I could be the one that you dream of/A message in a bottle is all I can do/Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you (It gets to you)"

Duzie: Our Song

"I've heard every album, listened to the radio/Waited for somethin' to come along/That was as good as our song"

"When we're on the phone and you talk real slow/'Cause it's late and your mama don't know/Our song is the way you laugh/The first date: 'Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have'/And when I got home 'gore I said amen/Askin' God if he could play it again"

Older Sibling/Teen Characters

Stancy: The Story of Us

"I used to think one day, we'd tell the story of us/How we met and the sparks flew instantly/And people would say, 'They're the lucky ones'"

"Oh, a simple complication/miscommunications lead to fall outs/So many things that I wish you knew/So many walls up I can't break through"

Jancy: Mine

"Flash forward, and we're taking on the world together/And there's a drawer of my things at your place/You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded/You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes"

"You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter/You are the best thing that's ever been mine"

Ronanace: Enchanted

"The playful conversation starts/Counter all your quick remarks/Like passing notes in secrecy/And it was enchanting to meet you"

"This is me praying that/Tis was the very first page/Not where the storyline ends/My thoughts will echo your name/Until I see you again/These are the words I held back/As I was leaving too soon/I was enchanted to meet you"

Steddie: Delicate

"This ain't for the best/My reputation's never been worse, so/You must like me for me.../We can't make/Any promises, now can we, babe?/But you can make me a drink."

"Sometimes I wonder when you sleep/Are you ever dreaming of me?/Sometimes when I look into your eyes/I pretend you're mine, all the damn time"

The Parents/Adults (Joyce, just Joyce ships)

Boyce: Right Where You Left Me

"Matches burn after the other/Pages turn and stick to each other/Wages earned and lessons learned/But I, I'm right where you left me"

"I, I swear you could hear a hair pin drop/Right when I felt the moment stop/Glass shattered on the white cloth/ Everybody moved on, I, I stayed there/Dust collected on my pinned-up hair/They expected me to find somewhere/Some perspective, but I sat and stared"

Jopper: Invisible String

"Time, mystical time/Cutting me open, then healing me fine/Were there clues I didn't see?/And isn't it just so pretty to think/ All along there was some/Invisible string/Tying you to me?"

"Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire/Chains around me demons/Wool to brave the seasons/One single thread of gold/Tied me to you"

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I need another yandere prince hongjoong lol im addicted.

I gotcha!!

warnings: Yandere Hongjoong, light smut, Royalty au, manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, ya know all the good yandere shit/j,

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"Y/n! Y/n! Did you hear?"

That's all you'd been hearing all damned day.

"The Prince is finally picking a suitor!"

You were happy, because that may mean he would finally leave you alone.

You turned to your mother who was smiling happily at you, "You may be able to get picked, my dear!" "Mama, now you know they would allow the prince to marry nobility before commoners." She sighed and rolled her eyes,

"Besides aren't we leaving the castle? I thought you got another job?"

"Yes, but I was hoping you'd stay here and get chosen instead of moving with me. You're the age for marriage now y/n. Find a man."

"Mom. Please. the queen would have my head if I even breathed in her son's direction." You say to her, knowing full well that the Prince did not give a fuck.

Prince Hongjoong was his name.

He was charming, handsome, and knew his way with words.

And he had you wrapped around his finger.

There were plenty of nights where you would be preparing for bed, only in a pretty velvet nightgown that was gifted to you. The Prince would spook you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting your gown up to grip your thighs.

"My Love was waiting for me wasn't she..?"

He would move you to your bedroom, hiking your dress up over your hips. "Such a pretty girl...waiting for her prince.." He would only be dressed in his sleep pants for easy convenience, pulling them down and rubbing his aching cock against your wet core.

"Y-your highness..you shouldn't be doing this so close to the ch-ah!~" You cry out as he sinks into you, a low groan leaving his lips. "Shh..don't talk about that now, it's me and you right now my love." He mumbles, lifting his head to place his plump lips against yours.

His pace would always start the same, slow yet harsh, making sure you felt every inch of his cock. His soft groans were music to your ears, his hands were roaming your body, finding every place to grab one, leaving no bit of skin untouched.

He would always tell you how much he loved you, how he wanted to be only with you. It made you feel special, for the small time that the two of you spent together.

"Fuck. My love, You were made for me..just for me. This cute little pussy made just for your prince.." He would groan out, sending shivers down your spine.

His petnames, his actions, the way he would look at you, and how he spoke to you around others.

At times you wished you were royalty.

Alas, it was not meant to be between the two of you

or at least that's what you had thought.

You were preparing to leave with your mother, packing your things and sighing at the memories you'd had in this room.

"My love? Where are you going?"

You whipped around to see Prince Hongjoong in his royal attire, it was time for him to pick his bride to be. He looked good, so good. The girl he would pick is so lucky.

"I'm leaving your highness, My mother and I are movin-"

"You cannot leave me! I thought we were meant to be??" He asked and his words tugged at your heart. but you knew you could not be with him, "M-my prince, I can't stay. We've done too much together and I would not want to be disrespectful to your wife."

Hongjoong came to you, dropping to his knees and hugging around your legs, "Please...Y/n. You can't go. I love you too much." You stood shocked, it wasn't the first time he had told you those words but most of the time it would be during sex. So hearing him utter those words made your heart warm but you still had to leave.

You looked down at him, "I-i'm sorry hongjoong but i can't..your reputation is on the line-" You froze as you heard the clicking of a gun.

Looking at Hongjoong, he had a pistol aimed at his own head, his eyes blank as they look at you.

"I-if i can't live in a world with you by my side. I don't want to live in it!" He yelled out and you quickly tried to pull the gun away but he just jerked back. "Y-your highness! please put the gun down.."

He shook his head, keeping it pressed right against his head. "N-no! you're leaving me here by myself...when i only love you!! You want to leave me!" He yells, "So I'm gonna end it so i won't have to live without you." his finger was on the trigger and you quickly tackle him to the ground, knocking the ground across the room.

Hongjoong had tears in his eyes as he tried fighting you off of him. You held him down by his arms, "Please your highness stop!! I'll stay I'll stay!!" You screamed out, your own tears forming in your eyes, you placed your head in the crook of his neck as the two of you laid on the floor.

"I-ill stay..I'll marry you, whatever you want..but please don't kill yourself.."

Hongjoong smirked, knowing you couldn't see the look on his face. He knew using this approach you would have no choice but to stay with him He cuddles you close to him, holding you against his body.

"T-thank you, My love.."

"We can be together forever...as long as you stay with me."

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 20 - Agatha's Memories (Part Two)

My official gif maker @abimess, thank you.

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

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Chapter 20 - Part XX - Agatha's Memories (Part Two)

You don’t sleep for long, there is a sound of something breaking that makes you blink confusedly as you move on your bed.

Then you realize that it is the wood up your head that is moving, along with a red magic that you know very well.

You look forward, only to find Wanda with an impassive look on her face as she merges the bed into one.

“I’m sleeping with you from now on.” She says simply as she finishes, and you lay back on the mattress, not sure of what to say about that.

You hold your breath as you hear her taking off her shoes, changing to her pajamas next, staring on the roof of the tent as she does it.

She pulls the blanket to lie down, and then is mimicking your position.

"Would...would it be okay if I hugged you?" she asks after a moment, and you feel your heart race.

"I'd like that." You mumble clumsily, turning to the opposite side.

And it takes half a second for Wanda to wrap her arms around your waist, burying her face in your shoulders, inhaling your perfume and making you blush heavily.

Your legs entwine from underneath the comforter, and you feel more secure than you ever have before.

"I'm sorry." She murmurs against your skin. You think she is talking about what happened with the horcrux, and you just nod softly, but she repeats the apology against your ear, intertwining her hands in front of your belly, and you realize she is talking about everything.

"I love you." She confesses next, and you feel your eyes fill with tears.

The hug gets tighter, and you sink your face into the pillow, allowing yourself to cry.

And Wanda doesn't let go, even when you sob, and it takes a while, but you finally fall asleep. And when you do, she stays.

//-//-//-//

You woke up first. And you don’t wanna get up. Not when you have Wanda wrapped around you like this, your face buried her neck, as you both turned around during the night, and now your legs are completely entwined, and you are practically lying on top of her.

And all you do is sink even deeper against her body, sighing against her skin. She smells so good.

"-morning." She whispers hoarsely, still with her eyes closed, her hands around your body moving slowly against your back down and up, and you just murmur into her skin wishing you could stay in that moment forever.

"We should get up." Wanda says after a moment in silence, not seeming to really wish to do so.

"No, thank you." You retort and your voice comes out muffled against her neck, the vibration making her laugh.

"We need to darling, I think we have some lessons. "She says and you mumble softly, the curiosity to pursue the story Agatha was telling is enough to make you pull away.

But when you are about to let go of Wanda, she pulls on your forearm, and you look at her with confusion, but she moves forward and kisses you firmly.

It's slow, and soft. It makes you sigh, so you kiss her back, sinking right back onto the bed as her hands wrap around your hair to deepen the kiss.

When her tongue asks for passage, you see stars, melting under her touch. Wanda smiles against your lips, pulling you by the shoulders to lie on top of her.

But before you can do so, the sound of footsteps catches your attention, along with a soft hiss, and you grumble before pulling away.

Throwing your face back into the pillow, you try to calm your breathing and rapid heartbeat as Agatha strolls through the tent, until she comes to your room.

"Are the sleeping beauties going to get up, or should I bring coffee in bed?" She teases with her arms crossed as Wanda hides her smile as she notices your state. "You two know this isn't a honeymoon trip, right?"

"Stop being so bitter, Agatha." Wanda complains as she sits up. "We'll be right there."

"And a good day to us, ladies." The older witch retorts before leaving.

Wanda laughs softly, turning her attention back to you as you scramble up on the bed to sit down as well.

"How are you?" she asks, intertwining your hands on top of the mattress, and you let your gaze roam over her face, biting your lips against the urge to kiss her again.

"Fine." You murmur half hoarsely, from sleep or lust, Wanda will never know. "And you?"

"Better." She says with a nod, and you feel your heart race. Better with you here.

Wanda squeezes your hand before letting go, and she stands up, looking at you one last time before walking off toward the bathroom.

You sigh as you throw yourself back against the mattress, trying to push away the feeling of her tongue against yours and focus on the fact that you were even closer to completing your mission with one less horcrux to destroy.

//-//-//-//

“Where are we now?” You asked as you observed the surroundings. It’s the entrance of an old garage, in the corner of a city. But the real Agatha ignores your question as she guides you two inside, further into the memory.

Your dad, just a teen boy, maybe eighteen, is inside, working on a large machine, it seems that he was really a muggle mechanic, since there were cars all around, dismantled or not.

"Stark." It is Agatha from the memories who says, and startles your father slightly, who almost drops the screwdriver. But when he looks up, he smiles.

"Professor Harkness!" He says getting up, and wiping the grease on his apron quickly before greeting her. "You really did it!"

"I told you I would come." She says, and you are surprised at the affectionate way she looks at your father, "Look at you, Howard, you're so grown up."

Your father laughs, bowing his head softly. "Thank you, professor."

"I only say that because I've known you since you were a child." She humorously clarifies. "And now you are even growing a mustache. Tell me, do muggle girls like that sort of thing?"

Your father laughs with flushed cheeks, and Agatha follows him. Before they can say anything, there are voices and the sound of footsteps approaching, and soon, two people enter.

Wanda chokes softly next to you. "Mama."

You also recognized Magda, because you have seen pictures before. She had the same appearance as in the photos, and you were saddened by this, because she must have died not so long after this memory.

Erik stood beside her, wearing muggles like the woman next to him.

"Professor Harkness, you made it!" He greets politely, hurrying to shake the witch's hand as she smiles. "It's so good to see you again! This is Magda, my wife."

"It's a pleasure, dear."

The memory speeds up, you want to fight Agatha for cutting off Wanda's moment of seeing her mother properly, but the way Wanda strokes her thumb against your hand makes you give up saying anything.

The scene settles down in what you think is the apartment at the top of the garage where they were, all around a table, drinking beers.

"You guys know why I came all this way, don't you?" Agatha says, and seems to have just had a short pause in the conversation, as if everyone had been laughing before and suddenly got quiet. And the tension only increases with her comment.

Her father sighs, nodding. "There is no daily prophet here, but I have met some travelers. They are talking about a war, Agatha." He says worriedly. "But I want to hear it from you. Do you really think that could happen?"

Agatha gives a humorless laugh. "It's already happening." She says, placing her beer on the table, and straightening her posture. "The minister of magic waited too long. And now, this group, these so-called death walkers, or whatever ridiculous name they are thinking of trying, are everywhere. In the ministry, in the diagonal alley, in the Order."

Your father looks really upset, but you notice how uncomfortable Erik looks.

"And do you really think that's what they're after, Agatha?" He asks. "War. Do you think that's what the walkers are after?"

The teacher raises her eyebrow slightly. "What else could it be, besides chaos and complete destruction of our society, Erik?"

His former teacher is unaffected by the snickering, he just gives a half-hearted laugh. " Well, freedom of course." He says, clearing his throat softly. "See, that time we've been here. New York is fascinating. Things are bad for muggles it's true, but for the rest of us, damn. The wizards are doing just fine. They have so much magic here, so much freedom to study what they want. The ministry encourages the discovery of new areas, gives financial support to researchers!"

Agatha crosses her legs, listening to Erik's speech carefully.

When he realizes that he may be defending Mephisto's group too much, he pauses, straightening up. "I'm just trying to say that maybe a change in the British government is exactly what our society needs to evolve, Agatha."

"You know, when Fury told me he wanted to recruit you boys to the order, I told him that children don't fight wars." She declares and you see the boys widen their eyes. "You two know that Katherine is dead, right? That Nick took over leadership of the order in his mother's place, and the first names he wanted were yours."

Your father nods, as does Erik.

"Well, I didn't agree." She says. "I said I knew other wizards, more experienced, more trustworthy. Wizards who didn't flee their homeland to live the American dream."

"That's not-" Your father begins but the look in Agatha's eyes makes him shut up.

"Nick insisted that I come here." She continues. "He said that you have kept in touch by correspondence, and that you continue to have the same, what was the word, moral inclination. But now I wonder if he was really right about that."

"I didn't mean to say that the walkers are right!" Erik exclaims defensively, looking embarrassed, but Agatha just smiles.

"Don't worry, honey." She says as she leans in. "I think that kind of moral difference is exactly what makes this whole conflict interesting."

"That's sadistic of you, Agatha." Howard comments seriously. "We're talking about a war."

"Don't be hypocritical now, Howey." She retorts with a wicked smile. "You think I don't know who the travelers you've been talking to are? Say, the magical trafficking laws are simpler in America, aren't they?"

Your father locks his jaw, but keeps his face up.

"I did what I needed to do to survive here." He says simply, and Agatha laughs.

"Of course you did." She says. "So did we all. And now we have a potential battle ahead of us, something that could change the course of wizarding life for future generations. Tell me, do you intend to stand here fixing machines and pretending that your friends are not dying for your freedom? And I thought you were tired of this kind of attitude, golden boy."

Your father stands up, enraged. But he says nothing, and swallows his pride. He gives Erik one last look before leaving the room.

Agatha sighs softly, turning her attention back to Erik, who has his fists clenched in his lap.

"You know very well that the situation is not so simple." He says and Agatha smiles.

"And you know it's him don't you?" She retorts and Erik clenches his jaw.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you know very well, Erik." Agatha insists. "When I fired him, he didn't stay in England. He came to America with his favorite student."

"Keep your voice down." Erik quickly retorts, looking back a moment before leaning forward. "It's not what you think."

"But I don't think anything." She says. "I'm exactly giving you the chance to explain yourself, before I draw my own conclusions."

Erik takes a deep breath, and turns to Magda, squeezing her hands.

"Honey, can you give us a minute?" He asks, and Wanda's mother looks like she's going to say no, before nodding.

She walks off in the same direction as her father, and then Erik and Agatha are alone.

"Professor Faustus has asked me for support, Agatha." He says. "He was out of a job, and with his name tainted with rumors that no one has proven. And he never treated us badly, so I helped him."

"You kept this from Howard? I thought you were best friends." Agatha teases but Erik laughs humorlessly.

"Of course not." He says. "Who do you think paid for the tickets?"

"Interesting." She says. "Why tickets?"

"Because he was being investigated for the dark magic rumors." Erik says. "The ministry put a blocker on him. Any magic he tried to do would go straight to the minister's notes. And well, he needed Howey's help to remove the device from behind his neck."

"While he was hiding, I imagine he told you about his wonderful ideas."

"No, Agatha." He says. "Faustus just looked tired. And he felt betrayed, mostly by you. But in general, he complained, and studied. Howey and I would work all day, and he would stay in his room, among the magic books, unable to conjure anything, not even a light spell. I've never seen him so frustrated."

"I'd feel sorry for him, if that wasn't his fault." Agatha murmurs and Erik sighs in agreement.

"A few months after we arrived, Howey got it." Erik recounts. "Tivan gave him the materials he needed, and he freed Faustus from the blocking device in his skin. He thanked us, said he'd write, and then disappeared. We never heard from him again, but the letters from Fury started coming in the next months."

"Did Howard suspect?"

"No." Erik says squirming uncomfortably in his chair. "Howard trusted him, mostly because of the way he stood up for him in school. About supporting him to study mechanics, even if no one else would. But I knew I had to be smart after what happened with Raven."

"He tried to recruit you?"

Erik sighs. "No, Agatha. But he will."

"I know." She says. "That's why I came."

" I should have guessed that you don't make friendly visits, even to your best students."

Agatha laughs softly, leaning her arm on the carpet. "You think just because you can conjure a patronus you're my best student, Erik? I helped establish the order of merlin. You are not even remotely the most talented wizard I have taught."

"You are hurting my feelings." The man jokes, making the other woman smile.

"How will this work then, Erik?" She asks. "Are you going to accept Fury's offer? Or will you follow your heart?"

The man smiles, standing up. "That just concerns me, and my wife, don't you think?"

"Actually, no." Agatha retorts without sounding angry as Erik moves to collect the beer bottles and put them in the trash. "In fact, I think you even need to leave her."

Erik laughs in confusion. "Excuse me?"

"A muggle, Erik." She says as if it's obvious. "You're going to drag her into a war? That's cruel."

"Magda is stronger than you imagine."

"I'm sure she is." The witch says getting up as well. "But that is until she is hit by the first spell."

“Agatha, please.”

“Muggles can't handle magic like we can, Erik." She insists seriously. "You know that. A simple stupefy could kill her."

"I love her." He says turning away. "And I'm not going to England without her. If she decides to stay, then I will too."

"That's disappointing." Agatha comments, but Erik doesn't flinch, crossing his arms. The witch sighs. "Then do me a favor. Howard, at least he, needs to go. We can't afford to lose allies."

"I'll talk to him." Erik assures. "But you know that with all that his father has done, he doesn't want to go back to London anytime soon."

"This is so much bigger than a family feud." Agatha retorts. "Tell him that, and he'll feel guilty enough to accept it."

"Your mind games are wicked, professor." Erik says before nodding in agreement, leaving.

Agatha sighs, getting pensive.

Just then Magda walks back into the room.

"Miss Harkness?"

"Hello, dear."

"I just came to ask if you're going already? Erik looked upset, but I can walk you to the door. It's good manners."

The memory shakes until they are outside, and Magda leads her to the same place she should have appeared before.

"Please, before you go, may I ask you something?"

"Of course, sweetie."

Magda hesitates, but takes a deep breath and says. "If Erik stays, what are the chances of this war reaching us?"

Agatha looks at the woman for a moment. "I don't think there is a way to escape what is happening in England, Magda. And if we lose, it's not just the witches who will suffer the consequences."

Magda nods in understanding, then steps forward. "Tell me how I can help you."

"He wouldn't approve, but I can't watch everything fall apart around us. Tell me how I can help."

Agatha smiles, touching Magda's shoulder. You hold your breath, as does Wanda, who also notices the magic in the witch's fingertips, and the purple color in her eyes.

"Leave him, dear." She says. "But it needs to be natural, okay? As best as I can, he must not suspect it was my idea. Erik would never put you in danger, but he wouldn't leave you alone either. So you need to end it all."

Magda has tears in her eyes, but she just nods mechanically. And the memory becomes blurred.

Wanda is tense beside her, and you are silent.

"That doesn't make sense." You mutter. "Carol told me that Magda was in Sokovia, and that-"

"She's not my mother, is she?" Wanda cuts you off, looking at the floor. The real Agatha sighs, as you look at the two in confusion.

"How could you tell?" She asks.

"I don't have her eyes."

It was a funny detail about the few pictures of Magda that Erik had in the Maximoff house. All the pictures were old, because they were from muggles. And they were never sharp enough in detail, just good enough for you to be able to recognize the woman in the recollection.

Agatha laughs softly. "Is that all Erik told you about your mother? That you had her eyes?"

Wanda squeezes your hand, and with the other she wipes her cheek.

"Just show me the truth at once, Agatha."

"As you wish."

//-//-//

You stumble gently as you get used to the dirt floor that has stabilized at your feet.

"Are you okay?" You whisper to Wanda, but she just nods, smiling weakly before looking back at the memory forming in your eyes.

You were startled by the bright lights in the sky, recognizing them immediately as wandering spells.

Someone just fought here, and it was no small fight.

"Agatha!" Erik shouted, approaching quickly, coming from the corner as if he had been hiding until now, and the teacher had emerged.

Wanda also held her breath as she noticed the large cut on his forehead, the blood dripping down his face.

"T-They've surrounded us..." He says breathlessly, his wand in fists as he stumbles to get closer. "We narrowly won and-"

"Calm down boy." Agatha says as she holds his shoulders, working quickly to heal his wounds. "Where are the others?"

"Further away." Erik replied visuvelmettely exhausted. You could tell he was a little older than the last memory, but he was still young. "Back to the mansion.

"Good, they' ll be safe there." She says as she helps Erik stand properly. "Where's Natalya?"

And Erik chokes, sobbing. You frown in confusion, and Agatha makes a pitying face.

"Oh, Erik."

He cried, shrugging. "She was.... She tried to gain ground. She hit four of them at once. But... But she-"

And he sobbed, and Agatha didn't insist, hugging him.

"I'm sorry, Erik." She whispered.

And the memory trembled until they were back on the mansion's dirt path, almost at the iron driveway, the man visibly calmer, though quite shaken.

"Erik, what about the children?" Agatha asks as she stops walking in front at the gate.

The man looks on the verge of tears again, but only sighs.

"I have no idea, Agatha." He says. "No place is safe in the UK anymore. I can't leave the order to look after them, I don't know what to do."

And Agatha looks at him a moment, before nodding. "I will help you."

You see many flashbacks of memories, Agatha greeting injured order members, then going back to write letters, and checking the news. You think you see flashes of fights too, big duels, before everything stabilizes again.

It's Magda in front of you, and she looks more mature too.

"Years ago, you asked me how I could help you." Agatha spoke behind you, and you startled yourself by jumping to the side, and watching intently as the witch touched Magda's hands. "You saved yourself by leaving him. But you will save his life and the rest of the wizarding world if you accept what I am about to ask of you."

Magda's eyes widened, but she nodded after a moment. Agatha waved her hands, and a cart approached you.

"Run away, Magda." She says. "Their mother had a house, enchanted to protect from invaders on a hill in a small country in Europe." Agatha explains as Magda lets out a surprised exclamation at the babies in the stroller.

"They... are beautiful." She whispers excitedly, touching the children with her fingers, who fall asleep innocently. "What happened, Agatha? Where is Erik?"

"The fight just got bigger, hon." She explains. "Much bigger than we ever expected. Your people are suffering too, but they're saying it's natural disasters."

Magda is shocked, but she speaks again. "Agatha, I am not a witch. I can't protect them."

"That's exactly why you can." Agatha retorts, taking the other woman's hands again. "Go to Sokovia. There are no witch communities there. Hide yourself, hide them. You have no idea how important it is to keep them safe."

"Tell me, then."

Agatha swallows dryly, and looks away from the babies. "It's only a legend, but it could change the fate of this war. The girl, Magda, is a powerful witch. A special kind, like her mother was."

"My god, she's just a child, Agatha."

"That's exactly why she needs to be protected." The witch retorts. " She' s fragile, like a crystal to be stolen. She must not be found, promise me you will protect her."

"I promise." She says nodding, but Agatha sighs, and her eyes turn purple, her grip increases.

"No matter what happens, Magda." She says. "You will protect them, do you understand?"

"Yes."

The memory shakes again, and this time, your father is in front of you, and you hold your breath, shocked to see him so close so suddenly.

“You’re a snake!” He accused angrly, but without any movement, his eyes were serious with his arms crossed.

You turn to realize he was talking to Agatha, in a room that had no windows.

“I was keeping them safe, Howard.” The woman said. “I don’t expect you to understand the feeling of desperation, because you have an armored mansion at your will.”

“You used Erik’s grief to manipulate him into believing in you!” He shouted. “I’m not asking you again, where are his children?”

Agatha laughs softly, looking at your father indignantly.

"Are you listening to yourself, Howey?" she teases. "Erik switched sides, accept that."

"Nat died on our side." He retorts. "She was my friend, my ally. And she trusted us to protect the twins, you had no right to hide them!"

"They are safe!" Agatha retorts, and looks at the man with a warning expression. "And I suggest you stop making such a scandal about it, Howard! You don't want Mephisto to find out about the girl's true nature. We're close enough to defeat already."

"This isn't about that stupid legend-"

"Isn't it?" Agatha interrupts with irony. "Then why only now? It's been weeks since I took them. I know exactly what you want with the twins, Howard. You want to see if it's true, if they really can change the war." She says approaching. "I will clear that up for you then, since you clearly have no knowledge at all on the subject. A scarlet witch is worthless until she reaches maturity. If you try to take the magic from the baby, you'll just get a victim. And I won't allow that to happen."

"I wasn't going to steal the child's magic, Agatha. Who do you think I am?"

"I don't give a damn who you say you are now, Stark." She retorts."Not to you, nor to Erik, who can't make up his mind whose side he's on."

Agatha moves to leave, clearly ending the conversation. But before she leaves, your father calls out to her.

"Why are you so committed to protecting them, Agatha?" He asks.

"Natalya was my family before she was an Auror, Howard."

As Agatha leaves, the memory fades, but you and Wanda are wide-eyed, confused by the latest revision.

And the ground is shaking at your feet, and you are being pulled back into consciousness.

//-/-//-//-//

You awaken last, stretching confusedly away from the tree you had leaned against as you sat on the ground to begin viewing the memories watched with the other women.

Wanda is already getting up, to find Agatha standing peacefully looking at the mountainous landscape ahead.

"So, what are you?" she asks the older witch.

Agatha sighs softly, without looking at Wanda.

"Natalya Maximoff was born in Romania, during the witch revolution in the country." She begins nostalgically, a short smile at the corner of her lips. "I found her shaking like a leaf, less than twelve weeks old inside a box of potatoes."

You are shocked, as is Wanda, but you just listen.

"I think her mother tried to hide her. But she got caught in the middle of it. Romania was in chaos at the time, it was a real bloodbath. "She says. "I was there to fight. The English ministry provided special witches to take on a wizard, known as Kang the Conqueror."

Agatha gives a humorless laugh, sounding upset.

"If you think Faustus is bad, it's because you've never met him." She counters. "He was a master nocramanter. He created an army of the living dead, the inferi. It was the worst fight I've ever been in. But we won, and he was killed. For real this time."

Agatha looked away from the landscape to look at Wanda.

"I bonded with the child, Miss Maximoff." She says. "I could have left her in that box, and gone on my way. But I took her in my arms, and only let her go when she was mature enough for that."

"And then?" Wanda asked with emotion in her voice, looking at Agatha with tears in her eyes.

"I found out that she was a scarlet sorceress, but unlike you, she never completed her forging." The witch says sadly. "She died at the age of 20, a year before she was going to do the spell."

Wanda looks down at her feet, crossing her arms as she absorbs the whole story. Agatha thinks this is a good opportunity to keep talking.

"The war was already over when I found Natalya." She says. "The village where I believe she was born had been destroyed in a shambles. And they put her in the box, while the British aurors were doing the stakeouts. I took her with me, I didn't tell anyone." She recounts. "When she turned eleven, I found out what she was. I taught her everything I could, but I didn't let her go to Hogwarts. I kept her at home, where she wouldn't put the students or herself in danger."

You bite the inside of your cheek, surprised that Agatha was able to hide a daughter. But honestly, it wasn't that shocking.

"When she turned 16, she started rebelling, you know how teenagers are." She says. "She left because she didn't agree with the way I saw the world. And I said I would be waiting for her to come back when she realized that only I could help her."

"But she didn't come back." Wanda completed and Agatha sighed, nodding.

"No, of course not," she says. "She moved to a muggle province, and built a house. And ran away from her fate until her power got too overwhelming."

"Did you look for her?" You ask, and Agatha nods in agreement, turning her gaze to the landscape.

"With the war, I wanted allies." She says. "And I really thought I could get to the house of the daughter I hadn't spoken to in years to ask her to fight for me."

"But she accepted, didn't she?" Wanda says and Agatha sighs.

"On her terms, yes." Answered the woman. "Your mother was a smart girl, Wanda. She made me swear under the best intentions."

And it takes a moment for Wanda to understand what was really being said.

"How?"

Agatha sighs, turning to you again. "I took a perpetual vow to do what was right. What would save lives, what she considered right." She explains. "But contract magic is so encompassing. Especially when you say ambiguous phrases like do the right thing, or stuff like that. That's why I was able to get around the spell so many times. That's why it shaped itself with her death."

"That's why you can't hurt Wanda." You conclude in a sigh.

Agatha nods. "The power of the Scarlet Sorceress has always been tempting. But I would never steal it from Natalya, she was my daughter." She says. "But you were just a student. And I wouldn't mind taking that responsibility out of your hands."

"Not even if I was her daughter?" Wanda asks in a mixture of disgust and indignation, but Agatha only gives a humorless laugh.

"Don't judge me so much." She retorts. "If I didn't care, you wouldn't even be alive. Least of all your girlfriend."

But Wanda steps away, putting herself in front of you.

"You didn't do this because you care." She accuses. "You did it because of the vow. Because you will die if you don't keep your words to her."

"Maybe." She says,shrugging. "But what matters is my actions, not motivations. Actions are all that matter in the end."

"I'm sick of this, Agatha." Wanda retorts indignantly. "You think you can say some philosophical shit and get rid of the things you've done? You manipulated my entire family, and you played with my destiny. I'd rather be alone than around you."

Wanda walks off at a brisk pace, and you follow her, not knowing exactly what to do.

Agatha clenches her jaw, refusing to turn around and apologize.

Wanda begins to pack up very quickly, and you stare wide-eyed as she puts Godric's sword into her purse.

And soon you are outside.

"I told you I wouldn't forgive you if you crossed another line with me." She says. "But I realized that there's nothing more you can do besides all the bad things you've already done."

"If you expect me to apologize for keeping you alive so far, you are deluding yourself." Agatha retorts stubbornly, her arms crossed.

Wanda gives a humorless laugh, her hand interlacing hers. "I don't expect anything from you, Agatha. Even if you think it's the right thing to do, stay away from me. And especially from her."

"As you wish, Miss Maximoff."

You notice the tears in the older witch's eyes before she looks the other way. Wanda turns her face to you next.

“Think of a safe place.” She asks in a whisper, and you nod. It takes a second before everything spins around.

//-//-//-//-//

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