#o: brielle

[cass1x1]

[text]: please respond. im so worried about you

[read at 12:42pm] 

[4:36pm] I’m fine

[5:00pm] Stay inside tonight. Keep the kid in too

[cass1x1]

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THIS HAS BEEN OPEN ON MY COMPUTER FOR 4 DAYS not bc i didn’t want to do it but bc I wanted to devote my full attention to it and SO MANY OTHER THINGS HAVE BEEN TAKING AWAY MY ATTENTION

which is annoying because your characters deserve the full force of my flailing!!!

Let’s start with Brielle.

Brielle is the delightful ex-girlfriend/baby-mama in our “we broke up bc I’m in the mob but I’ve come back to protect you and our child” (or whatever the specific summary was) plot and! I! Love! Her! She is soft and precious and very feminine without being like “soft angelic good girl dates bad boy mafioso”--she takes none of his shit and handles Viktor and his secrecy and his whole “family business” with a strong backbone, a sense of self-preservation above all else, and some goddamn aplomb. I love that she broke up with Viktor because it was the right thing for her. I love that she did her best to move on. And I definitely love that, at the end of the day, she wasn’t quiiiiiite able to move on bc if she had, Viktor would’ve been sad.

Meanwhile, there’s Sydnee. Sydnee is the villain in my “I’m the hero and you’re the villain but you just showed up beaten and bloody at my door” (or whatever the specific summary was) plot and! I! Love! Her! She’s a badass Lawful Evil who knows exactly what she wants and does whatever she deems necessary to get it, which makes her the perfect foil for Honour (a Chaotic Good disaster). She’s vicious and sharp and the kind of fiery/sexy that keeps Honour on her toes. I love her resiliance and her absolute refusal to let the fact that she’s had the shit beaten out of her stop her from antagonizing Honour is just proof that she’s a good arch-nemesis.

And last but not least, Katherine, who is the “I own the strip club you work at” (or whatever the specific summary was) plot club owner and although this plot is our newest one, I! Love! Her! Already! She is logical and methodical and not at all the stereotypical mobster-club-owner-type you typically see in these plots. She’s methodical and calm and self-assured. Plus like, a lady strip club owner? Badass and sexy! And the fact that her first thought upon seeing the best stripper in her employ is “what does she have that the other girls don’t, and how can the other girls get it?” A business genius. We stan!

Across all three, there’s the very important and common thread of “Faith as a thoughtful writer who brings in little details and nuances to her characters, with interesting conflicts and problems and needs and wants that exist beyond the romantic aspects of the plot.” They are all amazing and fun to write against and also Faith is a genius who pushes all my I miss talking about academia buttons so it’s just a good fucking time.

[cass1x1]

You should stop denying your feelings for Brielle (to viktor)

Viktor threw the shot back with a force that bordered in concerning. He let the glass thud hard on the counter, and then raised his eyebrow to the bartender, who poured him another clear drink from a plain, unmarked bottle. “Brielle made her wishes clear years ago,” he said. “If she wants something different, she can say so. She’s a big girl. But I’m not going to say something and risk her running out with the kid. It’s not safe for them without me right now.” He lifted the shot glass, turning it in his hand, and then threw it back. Another loud thud. This time, no eye contact with the bartender. He fished his wallet out of his pocket, threw a wad of bills onto the counter, and walked away.

[cass1x1]

send me 💒 + a ship for five wedding headcanons! (Whoever you choose!)

Viktor/Brielle

Viktor tries to go all out and like pull mafia strings and spend a gazillion dollars. Brielle has to ask him to tone it down

they do end up having a destination wedding on a private beach somewhere

Kane wants to be best man and Viktor doesn’t have the heart to say no

Viktor’s best friend is what Kane calls “second Best Man”--he still does all the best man stuff, but they let Kane give a speech too

Viktor has an author who owes him a favor write the vows--they leave everyone in tears

because Brielle picks the colors, everything is super coordinated and artistic and beautiful. a few pictures from their photographer end up making the rounds on pintrest over the next year or two

Honour/Sydnee

it is absolutely the wedding of the year that year with both women trying to outdo one another

the gossip-y media (like national enquirer or the daily bugel or whatever exists for them) has absolutely on idea how to cover it because wtf???

they do have to have a special law enforcement detail because some of sydnee’s guests are not on the right side of the law but honour pulled some strings

their honeymoon is at an undisclosed location. crime--even crime unconnected to sydnee park, like fucking petty crime--mysteriously dropped to historic lows for that month

it rains on their wedding day, to honour’s constant frustration!!

[cass1x1]

“I’ve been in love with you from the moment we met” (am I greedy if I say all of them??)

nope not at all!!

Viktor/Brielle

Honour/Sydnee

Iseul/Katherine

[cass1x1]

“ don’t talk, just kiss me. ” (brielle and viktor)

Viktor didn’t need to be told twice. Being cooped up in this house with her, pretending not to notice the way she smelled, the fabric of her clothes when she walked passed him, the damn curl of her hair against her neck--it was torture in its own way. He missed her, and he told himself that he was lonely and antsy and needed to burn off the energy, and yeah, that was all true. But he wasn’t about to kid himself into thinking it wasn’t at least partially because what they used to have was so damn good.

So the second the k-word was out of her mouth, he was on her, hands grabbing her face as gently as he could stand, nose sliding against hers, chest pressed against hers, fingers sliding into her hair. The first kiss he gave her wasn’t the one he wanted. He was, after all, a man with some semblance of self-control. No, the first kiss he gave her was softer, more probing. More of a question than an answer. He skimmed her lip with his tongue, and when he pulled back, it was to check if she’d chase him. She did.

The second kiss was the one he wanted, the one they both wanted. That time, he crashed into her, pulling her up to meet him. It was a harder, faster kiss, the sort where they have to pull away for a moment’s breath, but immediately resume so as not to interrupt themselves. The sort of kiss a man can hold onto in his memory. They kissed until his lips practically tingled, and then finally broke, her dropping down onto her flat feet away from him, though he kept himself entwined in her hair for the time being.

[cass1x1]

[ embrace ] brielle and viktor

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

All told, Brielle had handled everything Viktor had thrown at her with an impressive level of grace. She’d uprooted her entire life, including the kid, with almost no complaint. She’d put on a brace face that he probably bought but Viktor recognized as fake while the kid asked questions, and accepted the fact that the fewer specifics she knew, the better. She’d put her job on hold--and something about a relationship that Viktor chose not to hear, as a boyfriend is an inconvenience--all while being pretty friendly to Viktor, instead of mad that he was the current cause of bad news. Or, well, the messenger, since he wasn’t putting her or her rugrat in danger. Or, well, the cause, since no one would be putting them in danger if it hadn’t been for the connection to him. 

In short, she’d done everything Viktor could’ve asked of her, without so much as saying boo. So when it got to be the first night in the safehouse he’d selected for them, he wasn’t surprised that she was unsettled. It was a nice place, don’t get it twisted. He’d chosen one of the condos out in Charlotte, somewhere nice and respectable, with easily guarded exits. But she couldn’t be used to the number of guards around, or the locks and security cameras and dogs and all manner of measures he’d taken to keep her safe. So when she was still up, staring out the window at the car his lackeys were doing their stakeout in, he wasn’t surprised or mad. She deserved a little freak out.

“You’re still up,” he said, though it was obvious and unnecessary. It was just something he could say to announce his presence. He’d expected her to make up some lie and further protect herself, or maybe offer him some tea or some shit. But to his surprise, she turned to face him as he approached, and when he sat down next to her, she dropped her head against his shoulder, like she used to do after a particularly tiring day. He wrapped his arm around her, like he used to do, and before he realized what kind of a situation he’d gotten himself into, she was in his arms. He stroked her back gently, saying nothing because what was there to say? 

[cass1x1]

💏 - …kiss my muse’s neck, slowly and passionately (brielle and viktor)

Viktor tilted his head, not even fully aware of the movement. How could he focus on what he was doing, when what Brielle was doing was so utterly consuming? It gave him shivers, not that he’d ever admit it. Her teeth dug into the place where his neck and shoulder met, and his breath caught. She’d always had a good sense of exactly how to balance harsh with gentle, when to bite and when to ease over the spot with kisses. Viktor didn’t like to consider whether or not she was the best of the people he’d slept with, but he had to admit, he’d missed this about her.

She worked her way up his throat in pecks, licks, and nips, until she was close enough that his patience wore out. He slid a hand into her hair, pulling her up to kiss him properly. Heat had already begun to surge through him, but when she pressed her chest against his, he found himself smiling into the kiss. He reached his hands under her ass, breaking the kiss just a moment to hike her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips, lining them up in that delightfully not-enough way. He spun the two of them around to rest her weight against the counter so he could return one hand to her hair, curling his fingers in to tug lightly without causing pain.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he whispered between kisses. On her lips. On her cheek. On her neck, where she’d bit him moments before. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her own little smirk. “And a little tease,” he added. He recognized that smirk, after all.