do you ever think about how Problematic™ your early teen ships would have been if tumblr existed back then? like. jesus.
kids these days: you have no idea how great it was to enjoy, for example, violent possession/manipulative bodysharing hard dubcon in peace. thirteen year old me needed space to be freaky.
I have been shipping emison since 2014 and there were times (aka the great emison drought of seasons 5B-6A) where I thought they no longer stood a chance at being canon. But me being the relentless gay I am, stood by as irrelevant love interests were shoved down our throats and waited literally years for them to finally kiss again. Now almost 3 years later, I cannot believe we are finally going to see them have a real relationship where they talk openly about their feelings AND I JUST HAVE WAY TOO MANY EMOTIONS
The hunted by snow ghosts for Grindelwald manhunting graves???
HOLY SHIT !!!
You wandered through the willows In the forest you were found Trying to hide your footprints in the ground It’s not so wise, if you try to run It’s not so wise, you know I’ve won, you know I’ve won
Percival doesn’t stand a chance.
I imagine this hunt to be like some sick Hunger Games. Grindelwald sets the rule, and at his signal Graves is free to go. He runs and runs, ignoring the ache in his side, ignoring how the rags he wears as clothes get caught in branches and brambles, slowing down his course. He only needs to reach the edge of the forest, Grindelwald had said. If he can live long enough to get there, he will be free.
Of course, Graves doesn’t know that the forest is a fake. That once he reaches the edge and tries to go past it, he will encounter a solid shield that will send him crashing backwards into a tree while Grindelwald’s laugh echoes in his ears.
Percival doesn’t know. So for now he runs, and he hopes.
Night falls and Percival needs to get some sleep. He climbs up a tree, trying to ignore the cold settling in his bones, and settles into the most comfortable position he can. He dozes, waking up at the slightest sound he hears. His teeth are chattering. He can neither feel his toes -because of course, Grindelwald didn’t see fit to provide him shoes- nor the tip of his fingers. But all of that doesn’t matter, he thinks. It doesn’t matter because soon. Soon.
He’ll be free.
Graves thinks of the pie his Mama baked when he was a kid, of his first kiss with Theseus Scamander, of Seraphina’s laughter when they danced together at a MACUSA ball. He thinks of his parents’ pride when he made it to Director of Magical Security. He thinks of his Aurors. Of Tina. Of Credence Barebone.
And he lives. Just a little longer.
When dawn breaks Percival is on the run again. He hungers and thirsts. He hears the sound of running water and seeks out the source, only for the precious liquid to disappear between his fingers once it gets close to his mouth. Percival grits his teeth. No matter what he collects the water with -his shirt, a leave, a hollow rock- it always vanishes. Percival understands. Grindelwald is having fun. Taunting him. Percival is not meant to survive to make it to the end.
But he is Percival Graves, and he is a warrior, and he will make it or die trying.
That night Grindelwald sends direwolves after him. Huge, snarling beasts that Graves can’t fight. He’s so afraid he somehow manages to create fire wandlessly, despite the crushing hold Grindelwald keeps on his magic. He repels the creatures, but not before one of them catches his arm and bites down. Graves howls in pain, and there’s Grindelwald’s laughter echoing in his ears, louder and louder and louder-
The wolves disappear. Graves sobs, uncaring if Grindelwald sees him and cradles his injured arm to his chest. The wound is ugly, messy, bloody, and Graves is pretty sure he heard bones snap. He pales when he does catch sight of the bone protruding from his arm and has to take a few deep breathes to avoid throwing up.
He rips the rest of his shirt apart, half with magic and half with despair, until he can finally wrap the dirty cloth around his arm to try and slow the bleeding. That’ll have to do for now.
He doesn’t run again. He walks. He sees the edge of the clearing nearby and his legs nearly buckle at the sight. But no. Not yet. Just a bit more.
He feels dizzy with pain and blood loss but the light is getting clearer. The forest has become strangely silent as he walks. Closer to freedom. Forward. Forward. Always forward.
He repeats it like a mantra in his head, going on by sheer force of will.
The last tree. It’s there, it’s finally there
- one step forward - one step more -
- his hand reaches out, towards the light, towards the field he sees, towards safety -
EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT THIS SEQUENCE ME FIC AND MY THIRSTY HOE ASS IS SITTING HERE AT WORK TRYING AND FAILING TO EFFICIENTLY PAGINATE CASE FILES. LIFE IS UNFAIR 😂😂😂
Oh lord I passed out so hard last night because of the wine, F U K C, I may or may not be slightly hung over but…
How you were feeling when you wrote this is how I feel every weekday like “…I hate work all I wanna do is write smut and be on Tumblr omg I missed so much shit I’ll never be able to catch up OMG so-and-so updated, I can’t read it rn GAAAWWWWWDDD”
I DON’T LIKE FUCKING MISSING SHIT CAUSE I HAVE TO ADULT
Did they ever find the Soul Doctor?? I’m dying!! Fell in love with this!!
Well, they find out the the last true Soul Doctor died about 1,000 years ago when the Garla captured her and tortured her until she couldn’t breathe anymore. She was supposed to help the Galra Empire create soulless killing machines. There were those who called themselves ‘Soul Doctors’ but heard about the damage they created as well to the patients that asked for help. They didn’t seek any of them out because they didn’t want to make it worse.
Coran finds out through his old contacts, who are still alive after 10,000 years, that there was one really good healer but the person didn’t take just anyone in. Everyone looks for the said healer for weeks at given locations by Coran’s old friends but they never find the person until they landed on a planet that resembled Earth. The planet itself looked dead because the quintessence was removed by the Galra. Also, the atmosphere was toxic to them but still they decided to go the part of the planet that seemed to have an ocean. They decided to land on it because Hunk thought that something there would bring even a little piece of Lance back.
For a brief moment everyone thought that the Lance they know and love had returned because he let out a sound that reminded of a laugh. It almost sounded happy. Just that small sound nearly made them burst all into tears. Hunk and Pidge the most. The silence from the Blue paladin was now more of a torture to all of them then when Lance didn’t shut up. However everyone realized it disappeared just as quick as it came when they all heard the whisper from their lions that repeated Blue’s silent words.
He’s gone again. He was there and now he’s gone.
They stayed for a few minutes looking at the waves of the ocean until it started to rain. When they returned to the castle they had this uneasy feeling like something is not right. Allura scanned the castle and besides their signal and Slav’s, who was still in the castle and counting their possibilities of fixing Lance.
“Yourrr seeking meee out was gehtting on my nerrrves,” said a voice behind everyone backs that made all of them jump, except Lance. All of the paladins activated their bayards but when they looked behind they didn’t see anything… until the intruder showed itself. For a moment Pidge, Hunk and Keith thought that the person in front of them looked a lot like a Hindu deity because of the number of arms they had but the trio couldn’t keep their eyes off those five eyes looking at them. “Soo, I deecided to seek you out miself.”
Before any them could explain or say anything, the ‘intruder’ was already expecting Lance. They didn’t say anything but opened and closed different eyes as if changing lenses. When they opened all of their eyes again he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Fasssscinating. I’ve seeen beeings of the void and those who have lossst their souls beefore but I’ve neverrr seeen some with an actual deahd soul and still walking.”
“Can you help him?” asked Keith finally finding his voice. Lance still was standing like a robot in defense mode.
“Verrry weell,” said the ‘intuder’. “Meeet meee at theese coorrrdinates in a week. This case will take mee some studyying.” They pressed something on the device on their arm and disappeared.
Even though none of them could be sure that the plan would work and that his healer could actually do something to help Lance, for once everyone felt like they could breathe just a little bit easier.
We do not get many details about Finwë and Indis’ youngest son but the ones we do get paint a very interesting picture and I’ve wanted to write for a while about why.
There are two details that set me off on that quest. The first one is this line, from the Silmarillion:
High princes were Fëanor and Fingolfin, the elder sons of Finwë, honoured by all in Aman.
The phrasing there strongly seems to suggest to me that Finarfin wasn’t a high prince. Why not? Because Fëanor and Nolofinwë are elder, the text offers, but seriously? If you have three sons, and you arbitrarily announce that your oldest two sons will have a position ‘honored by all in Aman’, that seriously begs the question of why only the two of them.
The second detail is from the Shibboleth:
[Findis] did not go into exile, but went with her mother after the slaying of Finwë and they abode among the Vanyar in grief until such time as it seemed good to Manwë to restore Finwë to life.
So after Finwë’s murder Fëanor and Fingolfin and Lalwen go off into exile. Finarfin goes with them but then returns after the Kinslaying, eventually taking up the crown in Tirion. And Findis and Indis…leave Tirion to live in Valimar until Finwë comes back? There’s another version of this in LACE, and in that one they go to the Halls of Ingwë.
I’m sure they are grieving. I’m sure it is terrible. But do you know who just suffered a grief significanly more terrible than yours? Arafinwë just watched all of his children leave for an exile they were doomed to mostly die in, immediately after his brother’s army committed a kinslaying in his wife’s city (also the city far dearer to his own heart than Tirion). What started me thinking about Arafinwë’s relationship with his family was increasingly realizing I could not imagine there was any meaningful relationship between Indis or Findis and Arafinwë, because if there were they wouldn’t have left him alone under those circumstances.
“Mitchell! My office, now,” Beca’s boss snapped from across the office floor, motioning for the young producer to follow him.
“Whatever,” Beca grumbled under her breath, getting up from her desk and rolling her eyes at all of her co-workers’ childish little grins, as if she were being called to the principal’s office in grade school.
Once inside the office, Beca nervously took a seat in front of the man’s desk, fiddling with her thumbs.
“Beca,” the man said, sitting on the edge of his desk and fixing his tie before looking at her.
“Yes?” Beca asked in her most polite yet cautious tone.
The man was intimidating for sure, old enough to be her father and matching that exact father-like tone. His face was usually stoic during work hours, however the brunette’s been known to get a smile or laugh out of him from time to time, especially when they together made fun of some of the less mature employees, like Dustin who had been especially clumsy in all of their meetings. He often only called employees into his office to yell at them, demote them, or fire him, so Beca knew it couldn’t be good.
“Were you planning on going to the company picnic?” The man finally spoke up, eyes trained on a little fur stuck on his tie.
“Oh um… I don’t know. Why?” Beca responded.
“I was just thinking about an extra assignment I had, if you were interested,” the man said, still not looking at her but more at his tie.
“I am definitely interested. What, um, what is it?” Beca asked.
“I’m not gonna be able to attend the picnic tomorrow and I was wondering if you could stay and keep my daughter company. She’s interested in the job and doesn’t really know anyone here. She’s actually new to LA,” Beca’s boss explained.
“You want me to… babysit… you daughter?” Beca asked.
“Babysit? Oh, no, Beca you’ve got it all wrong. Chloe’s too old to be babysat. She could just use a friend in the city and… well… you’re the youngest staff member and the trustiest.”
“Oh,” Beca nodded.
“Please? I’m only asking because you’re the best employee.”
Beca’s ears perked at that, causing her to groan internally but smile anyway, nodding in acceptance.
“Yeah. Sure. I’ll be there.”
“What do you mean you have have to babysit your boss’s daughter?” Jesse asked, handing the brunette a beer as he sat on her couch.
“Mr. Beale said I needed to keep her company since he wouldn’t be at the picnic. And… I dunno… he said I was the most capable and trustworthy. I feel like it’s getting in with the boss,” Beca shrugged.
“Well sure, getting in with the boss is one thing, but babysitting his thirteen year old daughter is another thing,” Jesse said.
“Thirteen? No, I don’t… I don’t think the kid is thirteen. He’s had one of his son’s come in before. Connor or Ethan or… or maybe it was James. His boys are all in their twenties,” Beca explained.
“Are any of them hot?” Jesse causally asked, sipping at his drink.
“What? No, Jesse. I told you, only one’s stopped by the office. And… well… yeah he was actually really attractive,” Beca said, thinking back on her short encounter with the Beale son, twenty-something with bright blue eyes and light brown hair.
“Mm. Should’ve taken advantage of getting with the boss’s son. Would’ve helped with your career,” Jesse joked.
“Shut up. I’m more into redhead’s anyway,” Beca shrugged, ruffling his brown hair.
“Mmhm. Isn’t your boss a redhead?” Jesse asked.
“Well… sort of. Like half brunette half redhead… but he’s like old enough to be my father. That’s… gross dude,” Beca said, getting up to throw her beer away.
“Whatever. Have fun babysitting,” Jesse said, getting up to leave.
“Uh huh. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Beca said.
“Only if you’re not too busy babysitting!” Jesse called, halfway down her hall.
“Imbecile,” Beca rolled her eyes.
Beca sat on a bench in the park as the rest of the company chatted away, obviously enjoying the picnic while she scouted out the girl she had to babysit.
A few minutes into her wait a beautiful redhead sat down beside her, eyes flicking to the tattoo on Beca’s wrist.
“A grasshopper tattoo? That’s so cool! I have a ladybug, here, see,” the redhead pointed to her own wrist, revealing a little red ladybug.
“Uh… cool,” Beca responded plainly, barely looking at the girl.
“So what’re you doing here with a bunch of old people?” The redhead asked, observing the park’s inhabitants.
“Company picnic. I work here,” Beca shrugged, only now looking at the girl, instantly shocked by how blue her eyes were.
“That’s cool. What do you do? Like are you the receptionist or the-”
“I’m a producer, actually. Well… I will be. Right now all I do is basically just ride on boss-man’s coattails,” Beca said.
“Boss-man?” The redhead cocked a brow.
“Boss-man. He’s a total tool. And he’s the boss! Like he can’t even see half his employees don’t respect him and the other half are too incompetent to do work,” Beca rolled her eyes.
“And which half do you fall in?” The redhead asked.
“Uh… I guess my own separate section actually. Mr. Beale is brilliant, and he knows how to run the place and make music… I… I just want him to notice me more. Respect me. I’m serious about wanting to be a producer. I want him to see that,” Beca shrugged.
“Is that why you’re here?” The redhead bit her lip at Beca.
“No. No… well… maybe. I was sent here to watch his stupid daughter and I just thought that if I did-”
“He’d notice you,” the redhead finished for Beca.
Beca nodded and laughed before looking into the bright, bright blue eyes that the redhead had and immediately noticed the similarities between this mystery gal and her boss and… shit.
“You’re Chloe right?” Beca asked with wide eyes and a sheepish smile.
“Yep, and you’re Beca,” Chloe chuckled, “Oh, and boss-man is daddy,” Chloe smiled a blinding smile and, oh god, is there anything not perfect about this girl?
“Oh my god. He’s going to fire me when you tell him I said he was-”
“Relax. I’m not gonna tell him anything,” Chloe said.
“You’re… you’re not?” Beca asked in disbelief.
“No. Of course not. It isn’t uncommon for employees to dislike their bosses. And you didn’t say you disliked my dad. In fact you pretty much said you idolize him,” Chloe grabbed Beca’s hand and squeezed it before giving her a comforting smile.
“Oh. Thank you, then. And I’m sorry I called you his ‘stupid daughter’,” Beca blushed weakly.
Chloe suddenly stood up, startling Beca a little as she stood in front of the small park bench and extended her hand for the brunette to grab.
“Uh what?” Beca dumbly said.
“Come on. We’re gonna ditch this place,” Chloe said, grabbing Beca’s hand and pulling her up.
“So she really just vomited all over the stage?” Beca asked, laughing harder than she ever had in her life and spooning the ice cream she got into her mouth as they continued to walk.
“Yeah. All over. Oh, god, and Alice was so mad she threatened to… like… kill Aubrey,” Chloe said.
“Aw. Oh. I feel kind of bad for Aubrey,” Beca said.
“Hah! That’s a first. I mean, she’s been my best friend for, like, ever. But, oh god, she’s really uptight,” Chloe shrugged.
“Maybe she just needed to get laid,” Beca said, causing Chloe to start swatting at her intensely.
“Oh my god! Beca!” Chloe said, laughing as she broke away from hitting the younger girl.
“Don’t you think it’s kinda weird your dad asked me to babysit you? You’re older than me, after all,” Beca said.
“I mean, I guess. He was just looking out for me. I haven’t really left home since getting to LA. Still looking for an apartment and all,” Chloe said.
“You should just… crash at my place,” Beca offered.
That caused Chloe to stop, dead in her tracks and look at the brunette.
“Did you just ask me to move in? After knowing me for like… two hours?” Chloe asked, checking her watch.
“I… I guess I did,” Beca shrugged.
“Beca, that’s really sweet, but I can think of a reason why that’d be a really, really bad idea,” Chloe said.
“Okay,” Beca said, continuing to walk.
“Wait! Don’t you wanna know what it is?” Chloe cocked a brow, running to the brunette, who was already pretty much back to the picnic, in front of all her coworkers.
“Oh. Uh. Sure?”
“Because,” Chloe said, face getting really close to Beca’s, “then I’d sort of have a huge crush on my roommate.”
“And how would you feel about that?” Chloe asked, biting her lip.
“I’d feel like she was my boss’s daughter,” Beca said, pulling back and walking away.
“Tell me, Beca, why on earth would you pull away from a gorgeous redhead who was totally into you?” Jesse asked.
“Because… she’s my boss’s daughter. What if I actually date her? Go to her house to be introduced. ‘Oh, hey Chloe’s mom, brothers, and dad. Or… er… is it Mr. Beale?’”
“That’s stupid. If you like her then tell her. Plus it’s getting in with the boss, isn’t it? Dating his daughter?” Jesse shrugged.
“What if it doesn’t work out? Then we break up and he’ll hate me forever. It’s not worth the risk, Jess,” Beca said.
“Then why’d you call me out here? It’s my only day off this week and I didn’t really wanna spend it at your company picnic.”
“Because if I see her again I’ll have the urge to fuck her against a tree?”
“Then do it, Beca. Look, I’ve gotta go because I don’t wanna be here anymore. But if she makes you happy then tell her and then go find a nice, quiet tree in the shade where no one will see you-”
“Shut up, ass,” Beca said, pushing him away.
“Seat taken?” Beca said, standing above the blanket Chloe was sitting on.
“I guess not,” Chloe said.
Beca sat down and ran her hands along the soft blanket, scoffing.
“What?” Chloe asked with an annoyed tone.
“Why do you have a generic red and white plaid picnic blanket?”
“It was cute,” Chloe said, voice turning softer.
“I’m sorry for how I acted before,” Beca said sheepishly.
“You and me both,” Chloe mumbled.
“Let me make it up to you,” Beca said, grabbing the redhead’s hands.
“And how do you suppose you’ll do that?”
“I was thinking… maybe… you’d like to kiss me,” Beca said.
“Sounds about right,” Chloe said, smiling.
“I sort of have a huge crush on you too,” Beca said, leaning into the redhead and kissing her slowly at first, and then way too passionately to be considered appropriate for a company picnic.
“They’re all staring,” Chloe said as she broke off from the kiss, just enough to whisper.
“That’s ‘cause they’re all jealous that I’m kissing the boss’s gorgeous daughter,” Beca smiled, connecting their lips again.
About three and a half months later and the redhead was living in Beca’s apartment, still in a separate room of course, but honestly she spent most of her nights in the brunette’s room anyway.
“Bec,” Chloe called out one evening after returning from her nightly jog.
“Yeah?” Came the response from the kitchen.
“Have you told my dad we’re dating yet?”
A loud crash came from the kitchen, causing the redhead to rush over and see Beca had dropped her plate.
“Is that a no?”
“That’s a no.”
“Mitchell. My office. Now.”
Beca got up from her desk, avoiding everyone’s coy smirks and whispers as she dragged her feet to Mr. Beale’s office, closing the door behind her.
What followed next was a series of loud yelling and screaming, heard from even outside the almost completely soundproof office walls, allowing all the employees to flinch at the volume, yet not allowing them to hear what was actually being said.
“My daughter?! All you had to do was keep her company! Not screw her!” The man yelled, causing Beca to shrink back into her seat and take the beating.
“Don’t talk! Nothing you could say will change the fact that you’re sleeping with my daughter! Damn it, Mitchell I have half a mind to fire you right now!”
“But I’m your best-”
“I said no talking! You thought sleeping with my sweet, innocent Chloe would get you ahead here? Living with her? She said she was staying with a friend! Then yesterday she tells me you’re the friend and, oh yeah, you’re also sleeping with her?!”
“Daddy that’s enough,” Chloe said, barging into the office.
“Chloe?” Both Mr. Beale and Beca said at the same time.
“That’s enough!” Chloe said again, louder this time.
“Pumpkin what’re you doing here?” Mr. Beale asked, adjusting his tie.
“Beca forgot her mix that she promised she’d show to you,” Chloe said, handing the brunette a little black USB.
“Chloe, uh, now isn’t really the time,” Beca said.
“Now is the perfect time. Daddy you need to apologize to Beca,” Chloe said, sitting down next to the brunette.
“Apologize? Chloe she’s just with you to get ahead!” The man said, arms flailing around.
“To get ahead? Daddy, Beca didn’t even wanna be with me when she found out I was your daughter. But that doesn’t mean we don’t like each other. Stop bullying her,” Chloe sternly said.
“Chloe this is about business,” her dad said.
“No, daddy. It’s about you thinking you can control my life and who I love.”
“Love?” Beca asked, eyes shooting up at the redhead, who had moved to sit on the chair’s arm.
“Uh, yeah. Love. I love you. Sorry,” Chloe’s face flushed pale.
“Chloe I don’t really wanna do this here,” Beca said, eyes flashing to her boss.
“Right. Well. I’m going for lunch. Becs, I think daddy wouldn’t mind if you took your lunch break right now too?” Chloe flashed her dad a mean look, smiling at his nod.
“You saved my life,” Beca said, once they were in the brunette’s car and driving to lunch.
“He shouldn’t be able to do that to you just because we’re together,” Chloe said, squeezing her girlfriend’s hand.
“Hey,” Beca said, turning to face the redhead, “I love you too.”
Nine months later and Beca was sitting in her boss’s office yet again, only not as a lowly wannabe producer, but now as an actual producer and Mr. Beale’s right hand… er… woman.
“Beca what’s happening with Legacy’s album?” Boss-man asked, looking at his tie, an odd obsession Beca seemed to notice he had.
“Looks good. Gonna be released on time, maybe earlier. Emily’s really special,” Beca said.
“Great. Good. And Chloe? What’s happening with her? Does she know?” The father asked, sitting on his desk like he always did.
“She knows nothing. Although she’s suspicious about why I get a random Monday off,” Beca shrugged.
“Random? It’s your anniversary,” Mr. Beale said.
“Yeah, but I mean I missed Valentine’s Day and the Fourth of July so… I don’t know it’s another Monday and she didn’t think I’d get to stay home,” Beca said.
“Must be the nepotism,” Mr. Beale joked.
“If it’s the nepotism that’s gotten me the promotions then I might have to speak to my girlfriend’s boss,” Beca joked back.
“Beca of course it’s nepotism. Can’t have my baby girl be with someone who can’t provide for her,” Mr. Beale chuckled heartily.
“Okay I know you’re joking but if you don’t stop I’ll have to transfer from Beale Records, dump Chloe, and return the ring.”
“Alright, alright. Go enjoy your day, Beca. I expect a call when all is done.”
What if the first time the whole crew learns they’re immortal is while being held by another crew who wants to take them out?
What if the first time they learn is because this other crew is torturing Gavi to break them all, because they bought that he’s “the weakest” and “most vulnerable” act?
And Gavin is mocking them, playing it up that nothing they do will work, that they won’t make him talk until someone decides to just shoot him.
And Gavin smile sweetly, looking at the man in the eye through his own blackened ones, and goes “I tried. Doesn’t work well on me.”
No one believes him and shoots him in the head, dragging the body away after untying it from the chair and starts rubbing it in all their faces. Mocking the pained look in their eyes that they tried so hard to hide. Calling them weaker than Gavin, and claiming to plan to do unspeakable things to his body.
No one also can believe their eyes when ten minutes later, Gavin walks in, covered in blood but completely healed, and kills the last guy. When he is untying everyone, they ask him how he survived, how he could do that, and get a chilling answer.
“I tried it on myself a month back. Hasn’t stuck yet.”
Getting married to your best friend had always been your dream ever since you were little.
Today that was becoming a reality as you were to soon be wed to harry styles.
You and harry had know each other since birth and you fell in love at 18
You have been with his though thick and thin.
Through everything you had stood by his side.
You got along with the boys and his family as he did your’s and you couldn’t be happier when they accepted him
When you were 20 harry asked you to marry him
Now 2 years later you are in your dressing room getting ready to walk down the Isle to officially be harry’s.
“Stay still love” your mother said as she did your hair while harry’s mother did your makeup
“I cant belive my baby brother has finnaly found the love of his life. Im so happy its you” harry’s sister gemma said as she let atear fall causing both your mother and harry’s mother to cry
“Come one guys, your gonna make me cry!” You said feeling the water works come
“Right cant have you crying on your big day!” Your mother said as she finished your hair
“Done. Now for the dress!” Harry’s mother said helping you out of the chair
Walking over to your dress you smiled at the beautiful detailed lace fishtail gown.
“Its so pretty! Your gonna look amazing in it!” Gemmas little girl’s said
You had given gemma the right to be your maid of honor and her twin girls to be the flower girl’s wich she agreed to
Getting into your dress you sighed and stood infront of the full body length mirrior
Feeling a tear slip down your face a hand grabbed it
“Whats wrong?” Harry’s mother asked as she stood with you
“Are you not happy that your getting married?” Your mother asked as she stood on the other side of you with a confused look
“No. No. Im just really happy that i get to marry someone i love.” You said smiling
“Harry’s going to fall over when he see’s your beauty walk down the Isle” gemma said as she smiled taking a photo of you and your mother’s
A knock at the door was heard and soon your fathers came in along with your brother’s, and zayn, liam, louis and niall.
Harry’s band members had always been apart of your life so you both invited them to the wedding even though the band broke up a while ago
“Wow!” Louis said as he came to you and kissed your cheek and hugged you
You and harry always had a soecial bond with louis so you made him the best man of the wedding
You smiled at him as the others came to you giving you hugs and compliments
“Let’s get this started ay?” Zayn said as he smiled at you
You nodded and soon you began your way down to the doors leading to the backyard (more of a forest) where you would officially become Mrs styles
The boys and girls went ahead and got there selves ready and then went gemma’s girls and your brother’s little boy with the rings
“Ready?” You father asked as you looked at him and linked your arms together
“Ready as ill ever be!” You said smiling causing him to smile
The music began to play signeling you to start walking
As you walked through everyone stood up, you could see your family’s and friend’s all smiling and crying
And then your focus met harry’s.
All you could see was the love of your life, his beautiful figure had a black tux on and his hair styled the way you liked it.
all your nerves and worries suddenly went out the door as you made it to the end of the walk way.
“Love you” you father said as he kissed your cheek and placed your hand in harry’s
“You look beautiful” harry whispered to you
“You dont look to bad yourself” you grinned at harry causing him to smirk
“Ladies and gentleman today we ar-” you zoned the priest out and looked at harry as he looked at you
You smiled at him causing him to smlie back with his dimpled smile you loved
“Now for the vow’s. Y/n, would you like to go first?” The priest asked you smiled and nodded
“We all know im not good at this so bear with me” you said causing everyone including harry to laugh
Taking a breath you smiled at harry
“You are my best friend. I love you with all my heart and stand here before all of our friends and family, sharing the happiest day of my life. I want nothing more than to share my future with you – my triumphs and my challenges, my joys and my sorrows. Together, I know we can accomplish the life we both dream of living. I promise to love you as much as I love my credit card and not hold your poor fashion sense against you. I will only show you my new clothes during commercial breaks and promise to keep you in the latest Cub fashions. From this day forward, I will make sure your lucky shirt is washed for every game day, and will have plenty of potato chips on hand. I will love you for richer or poorer, as long as our credit limit stays high.
I, y/n, take you, harry, to be my awful wedded husband, to have and to scold, from this day fast forwarded for better but not worse, for richer, and poorer, forget sickness only in health, to loathe and to cherish, till suspicious death do we part.”
Everyone laughed and cried at your spech/vow and you could see your father and harrys laughing along with harry
“Y/f/n y/l/n, from this day forward I promise to be worth it. Worth the time. Worth the trip. Worth the energy. Worth the embarrassment. Worth your love. I promise that you will always count. You will always come first, and of course, if you don’t for whatever reason, I will buy you some shoes. From the moment you entered my world, you have filled it with life, colour and energy like never before … like kool-aid in a mud puddle … or a cupcake in a salad … or a rose garden in a junk yard. You are my rose, y/f/n y/l/n, and I promise to devote my life to being your dirt.
I, harry, promise to count every penny that comes into our grasp, and account for it using two-column ledgers and everything your accountant has done previously. I promise to love you, y/n, unconditionally, in sickness and in health, till death do us part, even when you feel the need to accessorize with $400 shoes.”
Harry’s speach/vow caused you to laugh and cry along with everyome else
“The ring’s” the priest said as your brothers son handed you the ring’s having harry shake his hair in a pat
Sliding the rings on each other you smiled happily with wide grins on your faces
“I now pronouce you husband and wife, you may jow kis-” the priest didnt even get to finish his sentence before harry had you dipped and your lips attached to his
This of course made everyone laugh and cheer as loud as they could
Steadying you on your feet harry smiled at you as he grabbed your hand and you made your way out the door and into the car
Arriving at the venue harry helped you out the car and held your hand in his as you were cheered and flowers were thrown on you as you made your way to the seats
As everyone got seated your family along with harry’s stood up and gave a small speach and then sang a song causing you and harry to groan and laugh
After the emotional speach from your parent’s and gemma, louis stood up to the stage along with the rest of the boy’s
“Hello?” Niall said into the mike causing everyone to laugh
“Ah its working…ah…okay so we would like to make a speach or toast whatever you prefer to the newly married couple” niall said holding his glass up as he said
Liam stepped up to the mike as they all looked lost causing you and harry to laugh
“We are the groomsmen and best man of the bride and groom. We are here today to celebrate the love that pur two best friend’s share” liam started out causing you to smile
“I met harry in high school. He got an A. I got a D. It was great.” Louis said causing everyone to laugh
“Ive had an amazing bond with harry and y/n and ive known them all my life. Ive watched them grow and learn. I mean I’ve even watched harry constantly practice in the mirror of how he was going to ask y/n out.” One again you laughed a little to loudly as what louis said
“I’ve known y/n and harry for 5 years now and let me tell you it absolutely horror when they are together” zayn Said making everyone laugh including you and harry
“Weve know known harry and y/n for about 6 or 7 years now?” Niall asked as he looked at you and harry causing you to nod
“I wouldn’t know seeing as its been torture having them around all those years.” Niall said causing you to laugh
“All and all though. We’re exstreamly proud at how far the couple have come in life.” Liam said
“I mean they got married before any of us so that’s and achievement” louis butted in causing you to laugh
“Were greatful for having you both be two of our very best mate’s and were so pleased to be a part or not only your wedding night but your life. We honestly couldn’t have asked for a better woman to be a part of all our lives and are greatful for her advice when we dont know how to deal with our own women.” Liam said causing everyone to laugh
“We love you t/n!!” They all yeleld making you smile and blow them a kiss
“And as for harry its been great having you mate.” They said with no emotion and went to walk off the stage
“Hey!” Harry said with fakr hurt causing everyone to laugh
“Nah were joking hazza. We love you with all out heart and its been amazing to have you apart of not onky our lives but the band. Speaking of ehich i think we have one alst song to sing right?” Louis asked causing harry to mod amd kisss you and walk on stage
“Woah, were do i start hey” harry said as he stood in front of the mike causing everyone to laugh
“Let me just say that i am truly thankful for you all in being a a part of mine and my wife’s, y/n, journey and thank you for being a part of our wedding night. Y/n, baby i want to say thank you for making me the happiest man alive and for putting up with all my crap. I realize that I’ve never really shown my love to you so im going to do it tonight in the only way i know how and that’s through song. Please give it up for my mates and for my beautiful wife!” Harry said causing everyone to cheer
“This song is called 18 and its dedicated to the love of my life, y/n.”
Thank you for making zen suffer he is a fool and we shouldn't give a damn about him. Cx don't ever draw him again he is disgusting.
Where’s the fire ? hahaha;; Actually I want to just let these kind of ask to just slip but since I have all the evidence so I think why not I make it clear here hahahah
FYI, its not just Zen. Even Jumin, my hubby lol I always make him suffer. as I said, I eat angst for breakfast so;; more like I am tend to draw angst stuff and making most of them MM bois suffer hahahah
Life After you is my first MM doujin and if you ever read that, I make not only Seven suffer, but V as well. Also Jumin if you take a closer look to it.
Things is, I dont bias by make only that one certain character suffer. I tortured them all equally. But why when its Zen people lose their mind ? //sigh
I’ve done a lot of angst and I dont see any other fans sends me ask about it heh. And also, the main idea (about my angst Zen x MC short comic) is from Cheritz so I think maybe you should ask them instead ? I just add some spice to the short comic. Also I draw what I want plz no one is paying me anyway.
Cheritz has made a wonderful content and I have no complain for it but if you find it unsatisfying yeah maybe you should go to them I guess ?
P/S : I might be slow a bit this week because I am now busy screentoning for my 2nd MM doujin that is Begin Again (Continuation from the Life After You).
I really want to see a story with the Gerita/Spamano kids interacting! XD
Summary: You want them to interact YOU HAVE TO DO IT AT SCHOOL
Louise was a smart girl, she had straight As, read enough books to fill a room, and she could study harder than anyone, but talking, no, she sucked at that. She only had one friend and that was Aphrodite an Indian girl who filled the silence with obnoxious talking.
Of course it wasn’t obnoxious to her, but other people thought Aphrodite was sort of annoying. They all assumed Louise was a prude so they were two peas in a pod.
What was great was that they had the same geography class, but what wasn’t great was that Dominick and Lyle were in that class. Katrina was off doing whatever in whatever class, but she had to get her stupid brother and her loud cousin. And what was funny is that they actually assumed she wanted to associate with them in school, no. She wasn’t going to let her two year older brother who was so dumb he had to take her geography class and her cousins who were three months younger than her, make her even less hated in the school.
Katrina wasn’t bad, she had levels and if she was at a good level which was less about being beautiful and shopping for clothing and more about talking about classes they were okay! They were only related because her mom and their mom were twins, that’s only one blood line!
Plus Uncle Lovino was weird.
“Hey Louise!” Aphrodite chimed sitting next to her and pulling out her notebooks, “are you ready to do your presentation.”
The class had been working on power points about WW2, it was about 20% of their grade and Louise was sure she had it all in the bag, “yep! I had my dad help me, he’s this huge war nut, he knows everything.”
There was a pale hand slapped against their desks, they looked to see the smiling broad, Dominick, his hair in thick curls (like always) and big blue eyes shining with a playful glint, “you mean OUR dad helped US,” he remarked taking a seat.
“You weren’t in the conversation you butt, so he’s my dad in that term.”
“Blah blah blah,” he mimicked with his hand in her face, the urge to bite her older brother’s hand off was strong.
There was a tight laughter, Lyle had taken his seat, his blue hair a total mess and style looked like he rolled out of bed, “better move that hand, the dog is gonna bite if off, bro.”
“Louise maybe you should calm down!” Aphrodite jumped in pulling her friend closer by her chair.
With a flip of her tight box braids towards the boys she sneered, “yeah who wants to hang out with curly and the wannabe boy.”
Lyle and Dominick rolled their eyes highfiving each other for pissing off their relative. The whole class Louise just fumed silently in her seat glaring daggers. It wasn’t until they got off with a break she went darting to the library. Aphrodite was running after her as they slammed into the warm library searching for a safe spot.
“I gotta get my sniffle on,” Louise whispered as they dipped into the library single bathroom and she pulled out her phone. Taking a deep breath she pressed 2 and placed it to her ear.
Aphrodite leaned in close as she saw crocodile tears forming in her best friends eyes as she began to fake a heart wrenching sob, “mommy,” she started delirious, “Lyle and Dominick were making fun of me all Geography class! And you know that’s my favorite class!”
There was a pause, “so you’ll talk to them?” Louise questioned wiping away her tears, “thanks mom,” the phone was hung up and Louise smiled, “and that’s how you get your way.”
Dominick and Lyle were playing who could knock each other over with their backpack as they walked home. Louise hung back with Katrina who had her brown curls back in two space buns. She was going on about some new cheap website she found for clothing that Louise would totally need to try out, but later she wouldn’t.
The Beilschmidt home was before the Fernandaz home so the children usually stopped there.
They were greeted by Pumpkin who was very excited for her playmates to be back home, but was put off by a click of the tongue. Standing at the kitchen doorway was Ludwig, his arms crossed and a unbelievably pissed expression.
“Lyle, Dominick, if you’d so kindly step into my office upstairs, that’ll be great,” Dad never yelled, but he had this way of talking that made you fear he had a gun behind his back. The boys both looked at each other in fear before heading upstairs, Dad’s hands pressing on their backs so they couldn’t run.
Katrina just hummed and looked at her younger cousin, “they’re in big trouble, last time they went into the office they broke Daddy’s vase,” she gushed heading into the kitchen.
Feliciano was at the oven pulling out a tray of delicious looking cookies, “hello girls,” he pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads before placing the hot pan on the cooling rack, “I made sure your Father took care of the boys,” he smiled.
“But mom, I thought you were just going to yell at them?” Louise sighed sitting on one of bar stools while Katrina narrowed her eyes. She knew this punishment had Louise’s name all over it. She was really a brat.
“Uncle Feli, why couldn’t Daddy just yell at them, he isn’t that bad as Ludwig!” She tried getting the cookie.
“He couldn’t get off in time, he was first in line though, though your mom is coming down to collect Lyle.”
Katrina’s Mom getting in a scolding instead of Daddy, God her brother was screwed, “okay,” she munched on the hot cookie.
When the office door open and the feet came down the steps, Dominick and Lyle looked traumatized as Ludwig followed them in the kitchen looking smug. He pressed a loving kiss to Feliciano’s lips before stealing a cookie and putting on some documentary.
“So what did Uncle Ludwig say?” Katrina asked helping Lyle onto the barstool, he was still a little too short.
The boy just sighed, “he said we should stop teasing Louise, because one day we’ll have our own significant other and then he started talking about medieval torture, I tuned out when he started about the leg ripping.”
“My dad is messed up,” Dominick remarked getting the glare from his mother and decided it’d better to just follow his dad into the living room, “I’m gonna go watch that thing about war you know, probably, I love you mom,” he scaddled like a pussy.
Feliciano was vicious, Ludwig had his moments, but the time he and Louise actually pissed their mom off they were screwed on belief.
“I’m gonna head home, today has been eventful and I hate everything about this family,” Katrina sighed stuffing the cookie in her mouth while pulling Lyle out the door with her. Feliciano could only get the start of the B for bye.
Louise grumbled looking at the marble, her reflection shifting to a glared, she couldn’t wait to go to college and never see home again.