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Nicky.. he's the most handsome right?

“my little nicky is most definitely the most handsome.”

If a supernatural force rained down on your family, would you trust @werewolfroman to step up?

“ha !! that’s a good one. i wouldn’t trust joseph to find his own drunk ass, let alone step up to protect his family. so, no. his inebriated self keeps him from barely functioning as a present father, if he could step up, he’d do it by now.”

#answered #anonymous #alcoholism tw #trauma tw

How do you feel about Matty hooking up with fangers?

“it’s not my favorite, but i trust his judgement and wish him the best-- whoever ends up being his potential partner. i just want him to be happy.”

#answered #anonymous

nicholasbaudelaire·:

Nicholas snorted at hismothers’ use of the word tramp, grinning affectionately at the witch.

“Which twat?” he asked, Itwas a fair question. Matthew had been with more vampires than Nicky could ever trulyhazard a guess at, and since Nicholas himself had recently befriended a vampire,he was less judgemental of the species he was most attracted to. To some extenthe could even forgive Matthew for apparently needing to bleed to have a goodtime… kind of. What really got to Nicholas was that his brother hadn’t told.

“Yeah, he’s fine” Nick reassuredhis aunt and gave her a kiss on the top of her head, feeling suddenly guiltyfor worrying her. “Right as rain, from what I hear”. From the little Nicky knewof his brothers’ escapades with crazy vampire women, Matthew generally choseones that didn’t kill him, but it only took one bite too far. And then therewas his ex… A whole other kettle of piranha. “Yeah I think it’s the same vampfrom when he broke his nose. He says it wasn’t her that broke his nose,but he also said he wouldn’t see her again so…”

Nick shrugged, stealing apiece of carrot from the boiling broth on the stove and throwing it into hismouth as though it wasn’t boiling hot.

“But anyway, enough aboutme and Matty, what’s going on with you?”

Nicholas had a feeling thatwith his increase in workload, and Matthew’s working two jobs and survivingdeath every time, he pulled, Corinna might have had a little less company withher husband and son away.

“Have you got any gossipfor me?”

"i don’t know-- it’s so hard to keep up with his affairs, sugar,” she gave him a small shake of her head as she waved her hands in the air, exhaustion emitting from her voice. it was something she believed he picked up from joseph, but she could never tell them. it was just upsetting to possibly know the source of his accumulated actions. the rage towards their father that was built up inside of her could take over at any moment, but she refused to lash out in front of her little nicky.

the small kiss left on her forehead was enough to calm the witch down, exhaling the horrid thoughts from her mind. “you need to look after him too, honey, i just don’t know if he’d come to me for guidance. but just remember, you two are always welcome here,” corinna reassured him. she actually still had their old room together after all these years. it was the extra bedroom with a bunkbed and several toy chests and some of their old clothes. she still kept it nice and tidy, just incase they ever needed to rest their heads.

the woman softly slapped his hand away from the boiling pot, but he still seemed to fish out a carrot, which naturally would give him the punishment of the eyes from his aunt. giggling, corinna continued whipping up the chicken soup, stirring in the shredded chicken. “i’m good,” she answered vaguely and a little forced. truth was, she had been so busy with the flower shop and the coven she rarely had anytime to herself. but she didn’t want nicky to worry about her.

corinna thought for a moment before speaking again, “hmm-- oh ! well, i was working at the shop the other day and...do you know who brad pitt is?” the witch turned over to look at her nephew as she crossed her arms. a smirk formed on her face as she began again, “well, there was a lady that came in who had never heard of him before.”

#c.nicholas #c

matthewbaudelaire·:

There was no stopping the wide grin that plastered across his face at the sight of his aunt and he immediately wrapped his arms around her for a tight hug, a bag hung from the crook of his elbow with something heavy inside that tapped lightly against her back, “Hey, Auntie,” his voice muffled from the embrace and gave her one more squeeze before finally stepping back.

“I made you something,” he said and lifted up the aforementioned bag to hand off to her, “It’s a big mixing bowl,” since he knew she liked to bake and would make the best cookies he’d ever had, but she could really use it for anything. “Look, I was trying out a new glazing technique,” he motioned toward the finish on the inside, “and I scoured the clay before firing it so it has this cool design. It’s kind of a little rough on these parts,” he pointed toward areas of the bowl where the dark glaze had seemed to separate and looked faded instead of being one uniform color, “but I hope you like it,” he finished a little sheepishly.

"baby,” she smiled as she cupped her nephew’s face, taking in a good look at it as she was afraid she may not see it again, ”how’ve you been, honey?” corinna invited him into her cozy home, closing the door behind him. the woman did have a tendency to baby him, but she couldn’t help it-- her nephews were all the family she had left. and she was naturally motherly, even to the young witches and warlocks in her coven. it only made sense why she was also so protective of her boys.

corinna tilted her head as matty held up the bag in front of her. a loud gasp escaped her lips, “matthew--what !! oh my gods, it’s gorgeous.” she delicately accepted the gift into her hands as she examined the craftmanship put into it. her fingers gently rubbed against the textures as she stared in amazement of his work. of course she was familiar with his ceramic-making hobby and the different pieces he had made before, but she could tell that he has improved tremendously over time. she listened as he described the technique used to make it and couldn’t help but well up at the sound of his voice, so intentional and genuine. a tear seemed to glide down her cheek as she looked back up at him, “i love it. thank you, baby-- and i know your mother would be so proud of you.”

#c.matthew #c

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corinnaffs

corinna lockhart and her nephews through the years

#*#family #corrina and the boys #why am i crying

nicholasbaudelaire:

Nicholas grinned at his aunt’s laughter and ducked his head, giving her the doe eyed smile that had always gotten him an extra cookie from her as a kid. He knew as the youngest Baudelaire child he often got spoiled more than his siblings, but even as an adult he still didn’t see that being a problem. For him, anyway.

“Sorry Aunt Corinna!” he made to put the crisps back in the pantry but while he was out of sight poured the remainder of the packet into his mouth and threw the packet away sneakily. If there was ever a time Nick wouldn’t finish the food his aunt made for him, it would only be and could only be on his death bed.

“Matty’s fine!” Nick shouted through the house as he returned to the kitchen and began following his aunt around, a lot like he had done as a kid. In a lot of ways, the big werewolf still had a lot of children like qualities, and he reverted back to immature behaviour whenever he visited his aunt. As she began moving around the kitchen, he was like a shadow that didn’t realise he was no longer half her size and was tall enough to have to duck his head to avoid banging it on the beams on the ceiling.

“Uhm Matthew’s okay! Although I have gossip!” he widened his bright blue eyes at her in an exaggerated fashion. Nick had always enjoyed a little gossip with his aunt Corinna.

“I saw him at the hospital when I finished my shift last week, and his nose and chest was all busted to bits – another vamp girlfriend right? So, when I found out he promised me he wouldn’t see her again, buuuuut” Nick turned to follow Corinna into another section of the kitchen licking the paprika salt from his fingers “A friend of mine Danielle, she said her mum – who lives in Matty’s building - heard him and some woman screaming at each other in his apartment, and then the next day Matty’s front door is…” Nick mimicked brick cracking action with his hands “cracked. Split right down the middle, and the door handle was missing! Shady, right? And… no I don’t know how dad is, what do you think about Matty then? Same vamp girlfriend or a new one do you reckon?”

At times, Nicholas could be such a catty gossip with his aunt, but she was the only person in the world that he would gossip with, and since it pertained to Matthew, family, he never figured it counted. Besides, he would do anything to avoid another difficult conversation about his absent father Roman.

corinna had been so used to little nicky following her around when he was younger she hadn’t even noticed him doing it now. she gracefully poured the homemade chicken stock she had made just a few days ago into the pot just after the veggies got a chance to get nicely caramelized. the brunette smiled at the thought of matty, he had grown up to be such a handsome gentleman. which is why she was torn from her thought as nick had begun to spill the beans about his brother’s hospital visit.

“is he still after that...twat?” she turned around to glance at him as she recalled nicky mentioning his brother’s love affair previously, completely immersed in his story. regardless of how strange or shady his love interests may be, she still loved her nephew with her whole heart. but sometimes she wished he’d find someone that would respect and love him-- someone he could settle with. walking back and forth from the counter to the fridge, corinna listened intently with the occasional gasp and ‘ohhhh’.

placing her hand over her mouth, she gazed at nick as he finished. “oh my goodness, is he okay? i hope to gods he’s okay. he can’t just let her treat him like that,” corinna pressed her lips together as her brows furrowed. the sound of boiling liquid came from behind the woman, too lost in thought to realize. “it must be that same tramp he’d been seeing right? the one you told me about last time?” she glanced up at him before tending to the pot of soup. her memory was a bit foggy but she swore that she’d heard something similar before. the quick change back of subject didn’t go unnoticed by the woman, but it wasn’t anything new to her. of course he didn’t know how his father was, she thought, he was a terrible father who was too selfish to check in on his own blood.

#c.nicholas #c

nicholasbaudelaire:

“Aunt Corinna!” Nicholas hooted upon seeing his auntie wielding a dagger. “You terrifying blade wielding witch!”. The werewolf had the t-shirt she had left out for him slung over his shoulder so was still bare-chested and covered in dirt when be bent low to swoop his favourite auntie into a one-armed bear hug, lifting her briefly off the ground.

“You” he said dramatically when softly placed her back on the ground and waved the packet of paprika chips “Are the best! I’ve had a real craving for these all week!”.

As if to really drive the point home Nick poured a mouthful of chips into his mouth and chomped noisily on the mouthful. He adored that his aunt always knew how to feed him, it kind of reminded him of his mum who had always done her best to appease his momentous appetite.

“Where you been?” Nicholas lowered his head so he could avoid a low hanging beam and checked to see if she had any bags, she needed help carrying inside. It did not occur to the wolf to apologise for making himself at home in her house, seeing as he had been breaking in and eating her food for almost half his life.

the woman laughed as her nephew embraced her. she loved him so much and always looked forward to seeing him or mothering him whenever she could. its a promise she made to her sister, to always look after her boys. they were so close, she knew if it were the other way around, her sister would do the same. once her feet made their way back down, corinna straightened out her chunky knit sweater. “sugar, you have got to go take a shower and relax,” she giggled as she shook her head. “and you know you shouldn’t have those before dinner... “ the brunette gave him a look as she put away the knife. there would be times where her nephews would stop by occasionally for dinner or catching up. but it seemed to slow down once they got older.

the brunette walked a dutch oven over to the stove and gentle placed it down. “i’ll have some chicken soup ready in about an hour, if you want to stay a while,” she smiled, hoping to spend some time with another. it had gotten so lonely since her son moved out, and with her husband over seas most of the time. her nephews had really been the last of her family that lived in Colorado, so at times it was melancholic but when they were there it was life-giving. “oh--” she waved her hand at him, “i was just at the flower shop, doing some cleaning.” corinna began to cut a combination of a few root vegetables she had grown in her green house and plopped them into the pan. “how’s your brother?” she glanced at him, questioning if she should even bother asking about his dad, “...and...your father?”

#c.nicholas #c

nicholasbaudelaire:

Closed Starter for @corinnaffs

Where: Corinna’s home

When: Any time

After spending just shy of twenty-four hours at the hospital Nicholas was eager to shed his human form and let loose. Something about being locked up inside for that long of a period, with only the smell of cleaning products, sick people and IV drips made the werewolf long for the dirt of the forest underneath his pads and the cool forest breeze in his fur.

Much like the majority of werewolves in their wolf form, Nick’s was oversized for wolves, but even for his pack he was a particularly huge wolf. As a human he was an impressive six foot three, and even while standing on all fours as a wolf, he was close to that stature. His fur was a dark chocolate brown that matched his human hair perfectly, but the bright blue eyes he had inherited from his mother was retained in wolf form.

His fur was damp now though as rain began to fall so heavily even the cluster of trees above the wolf’s head did not shield him from the wet. The wolf loved a run in the rain as much as the next wolf, but he had already been out chasing rabbits and terrorising other animals for a few hours and he was suddenly hungry for something not raw or running. And so Nick did what he always did and headed for his aunt’s home.

He loved his aunt’s home; the smell of her garden was a welcome scent and he pattered through the garden in the rain looking for the back pantry. Though the werewolf hadn’t had much time to run recently, he knew his aunt would always have a spare set of clothes set aside for him, and her pantry was essentially Nick’s heaven, she always had his favourite snacks laid out for him. It should have been bizarre that Corrina was always prepared for his visits, but Nicholas was long used to the witch’s uncanny ability to predict his behaviour.

Pushing the pantry door open with his muzzle, the large chocolate wolf then transformed into his six foot three, heavily muscled human form.

“Aaah Auntie Corrina!” he grinned, pulling on a pair of jeans left out on the side for him and eagerly tearing into a bag of his favourite paprika chips.

corinna had usually spent her days either at the flower shoppe or at her coven’s sacred grounds. today, she was just tending to a few things at the shoppe. it was mostly closed during the winter, with the exception of being open mondays and thursdays or by appointment. but it desperately needed a little tidying up and the woman loved to tend to her business. she longed for the spring to come, because it was the busiest time for the shoppe-- not to mention all of the beautiful flowers she would care for. nevertheless, corinna wrapped up her cleaning for the day and grabbed her belongings before heading back to her home.

the drive back went by quickly in convertible 1960s mercedes sl 190 as her hair whipped back and forth in the wind. it was a gift from her husband, some years ago. she was an old soul at heart and found so much beauty in older things. she believed they would put so much artistic effort into things back in the day. as the woman made her way up the stairs of her front porch and into her home, a sudden wave of fear took over her body at the sound of an animal coming from her kitchen. her house was usually quiet and she wasn’t expecting anyone today, or so she thought, so this could very well be an intruder. corinna quietly placed her things down by the door and swiftly grabbed the dagger she kept in the drawer of her entry way table, slowly making her way into the kitchen. spotting a figure rummaging through her pantry she tightened the grip on her knife before she realized who it was. “goodness gracious !! nicky, you scared the living hell outta me!” she sighed, slamming the knife onto her island counter and placing her free hand over her chest. the woman let out a laugh, relieved it was her nephew and not some terrifying intruder.

#c.nicholas #c

interaction: matthew baudelaire ( @matthewbaudelaire )

location: corinna’s house

time: mid-day

corinna gracefully and carefully formed the cookie dough in front of her into tiny little spheres as she hummed one of her favorite songs. her voice filled the empty air around her, but it was something she was used to. her husband was always off at work in the navy and her son has already moved out to start a life of his own. it was heartbreaking for sure, but there was simply nothing she could do about it. she couldn’t selfishly hold them back from doing what they were so passionate about. no, but there were two boys that still fueled her motherly heart that lived very close to her. it was the reason she woke up and started baking again-- for matthew. the brunette pressed the spheres, somewhat firmly, into a baking sheet and into the oven they went.

the woman reached for her tea, which had gone cold by now. however, it didn’t bother her. after years of looking after little ones, it was just something that you lived with. a bittersweet reminder of all the hard work paying off. corinna grasped her delicate tea cup as she looked out of her kitchen window and into her garden. spring time was still a ways away and most of the flowers she had were dormant at this time. for her, it was a reminder that you could fall and come back up, but when you did you could come back ten times stronger.

the sound of her doorbell echoing off the walls of her home suddenly pulled her from her thoughts and tore her attention away from her garden. slowly, a smile formed across her face as she gracefully made her way to the front door. pulling back the door, she found a familiar face that made her light up inside. “baby boy-- c’mer, oh my goodness, i’m so glad you came,” she reacted excitedly to see her nephew before her.

#c.matthew #c #:-3

henloooooo!! here’s auntie corinna of the Baudelaire family

CORINNA LOCKHART is a WITCH: SHE was born 46 years ago, SHE is a WITCH who lives in HOLLOWED FOREST and is OWNER OF OPULENT FLORALS, and is HIGH PRIESTESS OF CIRCLE OF THE SERPENT. SHE looks an awful lot like GENEVIEVE PADALECKI.