Chocolate Sprinkles and Sunshine

Charlie snorts at the next question.

"Honestly? He has given me more than one weapon without me asking before. 'For my protection,' as if I'm gonna know exactly how to use it when the time comes."

Charlie shakes her head. She loves Uncle John, but suffice to say there's a reason why he is her uncle. He's not great with most children who aren't her. And unfortunately for him, Charlie was never much like other children.

"This time, though, I asked for it. Not this specific one, just a knife."

@bucketxfsunshine asked: 💋/ atlas & charlie, dad/daughter vibes.

"Yep, yep, nope!"

Charlie opens up her mouth as if to swallow the packet of candy right then and there, but all too soon her giggles force her to move away. Her mom would be very unhappy with them both if Charlie choked while laughing.

"May I pleeeeease have the candy? Whipped cream and sprinkles on top?"

“So you’re my future bride/groom? You’re not what I expected at all.”

“I know it doesn’t seem so, but I will take care of you.”

“Let’s get this straight, I’m only agreeing with this arrangement so my parents would shut up.”

“I…think I’m in love?”

“You don’t have to worry, I’m never going to touch you.”

“I look forward to getting to know you better.”

“Are you scared? Don’t be. ‘ll protect you from today onwards.”

“You are the reason why I can’t be happy.”

“I don’t want to marry you at all, the person I love is someone else.”

“We’ll make this work out.”

“Don’t run away from this, from me!”

“I can’t believe they’re making us get together.”

“It’s crazy, isn’t it? Two complete strangers who know nothing about each other being brought together like this.”

“The moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be.”

“I know it’s already been arranged, but let me do this properly…Will you marry me?”

“All right, all right! If you’re so against it, then we can work together to sabotage our own wedding!”

“If I don’t win your heart in a month we can call off the wedding.”

“You are mine now. Don’t look at anyone else.”

“Don’t cry. I promise I will love you and protect you to the best of my ability, til death do we part.”

“I have loved the idea of you since before you were even born.”

“ have been eagerly awaiting the day I could finally meet you…and I am not disappointed. You are beautiful.”

There’s a sputter and a cough as Casper finally seems to gain control of himself once again. His skin seems a bit smoother, eyes a little bit brighter, and despite the blood and carnage, he overall looks more alive. It’s always a little jarring how sudden it is, becoming human over and over and over again.

“I… I’m fine.” Though, it’s almost like it takes him a second to remember how to use his mouth for something other than chewing. Screw his brain back in properly. “But you. Are you okay? Are you alright?”

She moves her arm behind her back, as if that can hide the bruises already blooming on it. To disguise it, Charlie slowly reaches out towards him with her other arm, palm upwards to show the ravenous, rabid part of him that she shows no ill intent. She takes a step towards him as well.

"Thank you for helping me. I just hope that rotten guy doesn't give you indigestion."

Dammit! Charlie knew she should have brought the knife in some kind of bag or other concealment. Then she realizes that Delanie is just curious about the origin. Not who or what it’s for.

“Oh! Sorry, I misheard your question. Uncle John gave it to me!”

A big mix of them, so have fun with them! Intrigue, revolts, and fairytales~

“Your majesty, the invaders have breached the castle walls – you must flee!”

“I pledge my fealty to you.”

“One day, you will become a fine ruler of this land.”

“I need no king/queen.”

“You should do something about those revolts.”

“And on this day forth, you shall hold crown and scepter in the name of the people as its fair and just emperor/empress.”

“My king/queen, do not fret for there will be no one else I would rather die for.”

“Kings/queens do not weep so weakly.”

“I am not the true king/queen – I am merely their body double.”

“Oh, sweet Prince/Princess, would you care to be mine?”

“The king and queen have arranged it – you will be married to the child of the opposing nation so that peace may come to both our kingdoms.”

“In a few hours your head will roll through the town square – what say you, deposed one?”

“You are the king’s illegitimate child and I have come to collect you.”

“My name is unimportant – you, tyrant, will die today by my blade.”

“Oh, cruel majesty…for your selfishness and evil ways, I place a curse upon you and your house…”

“Royal balls are such a bore, aren’t they?”

“I wonder what it’s like beyond the palace walls?”

“You are hereby condemned, exiled from this kingdom, stripped of your title for crimes against the kingdom.”

“Oh, highness, do not shed anymore tears – I am here to rescue you.”

“As per the rules of the tourney, I am granted one wish: I wish to marry your son/daughter.”

After the introduction to JJ, Peregrine could tell that Charlie was starting to get overwhelmed. She tugged her over to Rossi's gazebo, pulling her to sit down on the bench.

"I can see why you like to go shopping with just me."

Charlie gave what she hoped was a smile, but she wasn't quite sure what her facial muscles were doing. Sometimes it felt like they couldn't find a comfortable place to rest.

"Your friends are very nice. And your godson is adorable. And breaks are also good, yes." She gave a firm nod. "But I want to stay. Even if it takes us time, I want to meet all of your coworkers tonight. It's easier for me to do it all in one party than awkwardly pop in for a meeting or two before dashing off."

Charlie kicked her feet absently.

"Alright, we'll skip school in the morning and I'll go to the doctor." Not Hannibal if he was taking Charlie. He didn't want Hannibal anywhere near his daughter. He wanted to keep her as far away from that side of his life as he could. Besides, there was something about the doctor that rubbed him the wrong way. "You drive a hard bargain, kid."

"Good. I didn't want to be mad at you for being stupi-stubborn."

Charlie knew a thing or two about stupid men. Her mom used to complain about them all the time, sometimes straight to their faces. Again, usually Uncle John or Uncle Chris. Will wasn't usually in that group, though. She was happy to see that he avoided being in it once more.

"I'm ready for bed, kiddo. Are you?"

Charlie shook her head. If she stayed awake, then she could keep an eye on her dad. The moment her eyes closed, she wouldn't be sure if he were still there or had left for work.

"I'm not tired," she protested while half-slouched over the table. After a few moments, she offered, "I can read you a bedtime story, or hold your hand, if you want."

harry loves attention, loves the feeling of people around him, but sometimes he reaches the point where he needs to get out, as far away as possible as quickly as possible. tonight, his escape route had him ending up on the roof, which is just fine by him. he sits and looks at the sky, the town beneath him.

he's lost in thought, but quickly comes back to himself when he hears someone come up to the roof with him and come up behind him. for the moment he doesn't know who it is, but he knows he'd rather they not be here. that is until they talk, at least.

"Good." Her voice is quiet but still warm. "I'm glad."

Charlie turns her gaze to the sky as well. It's easier to give Harry space when she's not looking at him. This is normally the part where she'd ramble about space facts or wax philosophical, but tonight she enjoys the quiet.

@bucketxfsunshine sent: "-and I’m in the middle of a sentence when all of a sudden, he  just honks my boob! Just like that. Like a much-too-firm two-, three-second honk! "And that is why he needs to be arrested. I don't care how many times he grabbed my boobs during sex. That's sex. But you just don't honk a girl's boob during pillow talk!"

If Tony was visibly stressed out by the subject matter they were talking about, he was doing his best not to make it obvious. He knew, logically, that Charlie had sex, that she dated and went out with people, and that she was likely to have sex at some point. But talking about their pillow talk, about the intimacies that were somehow more taboo than sex to him, it made him wince inside. It wasn't that he was a prude. Everyone knew that Tony was the opposite of a prude. But pillow talk was... intimate. It was more personal, more meaningful. And Tony- well he probably would have done the same thing if he was uncomfortable at the more personal edge to cuddling. There was a reason he never stayed when he had one night stands, after all.

"Star Spangled Banner?" She tries (and fails) to cover her giggling. "That was just so unexpected. As for possible nervousness... Maybe? I never really thought of that. He seemed like one of those annoying arrogant guys who thinks he's better than everyone else. I slept with him because I was pissed at him, and sometimes hate-fucking somebody makes me chill out."

It finally occurred to Charlie that maybe Tony wasn't too comfortable about this conversation, either.

"Ummmm, anywayyyyyyy...." she wound a curl around her finger and tried not to grimace. "Have you seen any good movies lately?"