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disasterofastory · 3 years ago

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Disaster of the season Part 1 (Colin B. x Reader)

Disaster of the season Part 1 Colin Bridgerton x Reader Warnings: none

Four times when you embarrass yourself in front of the ton and one time when Colin decides you are the one for him.

Colin stands beside his brothers, looking around the ballroom. Everybody tries to show their best self to impress the Queen, who sits at the end of the ornate hall with a stoic, unimpressed face. They can feel the tension as the man next to the great door reads the debutantes’ name clearly and loudly.

The Featherington girls look like lost chicks with big feathers on the top of their heads. They are paler than usual, and their mother tries to adjust them like an angry mother hen.

Colin tries not to smile at the thought, and the next moment, he forgets to breathe as one of the young girls falls over fainting. Her thin body meets with the floor with a thud, and everyone gasps at the scene. The poor girl doesn’t even have time to gather herself because of her fretting mother.

The next debutante is the Bridgerton boys’ sister. She is beautiful and flawless, as the Queen said a few moments ago. Colin glances up at his big brother, who watches their sister with a proud smile on his face. Daphne’s face is tinted with red from the praise as she curtsies before the Queen.

The last debutante of the season is you.

You stand behind the door as you hear the man reading your name. Your mother squeezes your hand one last time before the door opens before you. People look at you with interest and judge in their eyes, while the only thing you can focus on is the heavy feather in your hair. It pulls on your tied-up locks as you start to walk. Your chest moves up and down by anxiety, and your knees weaken when you stop in front of the Queen with a curtsy. You keep your posture for what feels like long hours before you straight up, looking at the woman.

And the disaster happens.

You feel warmth above your painted lips, and you can smell the typical, steely scent of blood.

Oh God, no!

You can hear the gasps around the room, and you can see the disgusted expression on the Queen’s face as she notices your state. Your eyes burn with tears, and you stare at the floor in front of you while your mother stands next to you with a comforting touch and a handkerchief. You grab the soft fabric with a quiet thanks as you try to hide your embarrassment.

Colin watches you the whole time. He knows you since childhood. Your family was there for them when their father passed away. He knows you hate the attention, and he can see the shame in your eyes as you turn around with your mother’s arms on your shoulder. Mrs. Y/L/N’s lips move as she tries to comfort you without success.

“Poor Y/N,” Anthony says quietly, watching you leave the room.

“She is pretty despite the�� blood,” Colin replies sympathetically.

II.

Lady Whistledown's sharp-tongued report about the debutantes leaves no hope in you for visitors.

You sit in the drawing-room with the paper on your lap, trying to hold back your tears. It’s not like you want to get married immediately to the first person who shows interest in you but still. Sitting alone in a room while the other girls probably bask in the flowers while the suitors line up in front of their house is heartbreaking.

“My poor girl,” your father sighs, sitting down next to you. “You shouldn’t be so sad about this.”

Without answering with words, you shrug, holding back your sob as you stare at the paper on your lap.

“It’s not the end of the world, you know?” He tries again. “Your mother and I met at the last minute. Both of us give up the hope to marry out of love and now look at us. I bet we are happier than a lot of couples of the ton.”

“Thank you,” you sigh, looking up at him with a small smile.

You are lucky if it comes to your family. Of course, they always make sure their name and honor are pure, but they know they are only people. Mistakes happen, and your parents definitely don’t want you to marry anybody who doesn’t make you happy.

“We should go to have a picnic,” he says, patting your knee. “I’m sure Daphne and Eloise would make you feel better.”

“It sounds good, dad,” you nod, standing up from your seat to get ready.

The weather is sunny and warm, and the park is full of people. Men talk with each other about the season and business while families sit around on their blankets and little kids run among them, playing and laughing. You see the Bridgertons as soon as you enter the park, and soon you and your family join their company.

Violet smiles at you comfortingly, squeezing you as you hug her as a greeting.

You look around fearfully while your parents start to talk with Mrs. Bridgerton, enjoying the clear air and warm sunlight.

“Y/N,” You hear your name from Eloise’s lips.

“It’s good to see you,” you smile at her, still busy with the others of the ton.

“You don’t have to worry,” she says when she notices your fidgety demeanor. “Everybody talks about Daphne and Simon Basset.”

“What?” You look at the brown-haired girl with surprise on your face. She nods, pointing not far at the walking couple. “Oh,” you gasp, relieved and a little bit jealous. Of course, the diamond of the season has no problem finding a worthy suitor to her liking.

It’s not like you are jealous because of the Duke, you don’t know the man, and your heart already found the person you want the most. It’s more about that Daphne has every chance to get a husband while you couldn’t be farther from it.

Speaking of…

“Y/N,” Colin mentions your name, stepping out from next to his brothers’ company to greet you with a kiss on your hand. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” you smile. “And how are you?” You ask him, looking behind him to his brothers. “What mischief you got into?”

The smile on your face becomes cheeky as they laugh.

“I think Miss Y/L/N knows us as rascals,” Anthony says with a smirk on his lips. He is happy you seem better after the unfortunate encounter with the Queen.

“I hope not,” Colin murmurs, but you don’t understand him, and you don’t even have time to think about it because his sister grabs your arm to pull you with herself.

“Come, Y/N,” Eloise says. “Walk with me. I want to talk with Penelope.”

The mentioned girl seems uncomfortable in her pink, flowery dress. She rolls her eyes at something her sister said when she notices your approaching form. She stands up to excuse herself before she joins your small company for a walk.

“I’m sorry about what happened at the ball,” she says, and you smile at her.

“It’s okay, Pen,” you tell her. “It’s in the past.”

You walk with the two girls beside the lake, chatting and laughing under the bright sun. Your mood changes fast as you listen to their words, and soon you don’t even think about the horrible event, doesn’t matter if the others look at you judgingly or not.

Colin stands next to his mother, listening to your parent talking about your sorrowful days without visitors. You don’t deserve it, he is sure of it, you are funny and smart and beautiful. Any man would be lucky to court you.

He looks around to find you, walking with his sister and Penelope next to the small lake. The smile on your face is much happier than before, and he can almost hear your laugh at something Eloise said. The light dress on you slowly waves as the wind rises.

At the corner of his eyes, he sees his younger siblings running around on the green grass. Hyacinth chases her brother, who laughs at his sister’s fury.

Colin straightens up as he stands, seeing his siblings running to your way with unchanged speed.

“Gregory,” he shouts warningly, and his younger brother looks back at him, confused, but it’s too late. His small body collides with your unprepared form. A small shriek leaves your mouth as you reach for Eloise, who tries to grab you without success.

You disappear under the water as you fall into it with a splash. The Bridgertons already run your way with your parents in their heels.

“Gregory Bridgerton!” Colin hears their mother's angry voice and the others’ gasps at the scene.

“Y/N!” He says your name in sync with his brothers, reaching for you to help you out of the water.

Your face is surprised as if you still can’t believe what happened. Your hair is ruined, and your clothes stick to your body, so your father takes off his coat to hide you.

“Are you okay?” He asks you worriedly.

Colin still holds your arm, and he can’t decide about the wetness on your face.

Are you crying?

#colin bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton imagine #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #x reader

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longbottom-alice · 3 years ago

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frank-orion:

frank felt for alice and what had happened to amelia. they’d both gone to the funeral and he held her while she cried. “i lost someone i considered family,” frank shot back, pointing an angry finger at her. “i know loss. you’re not the only one.” he wasn’t talking about his father at the moment. frank and harrison had been close at hogwarts and for some time after — booker had been like an annoying kid brother to him, but he didn’t have anything to compare it to. when they grew apart, frank didn’t see much of booker anymore unless it was in passing, maybe had a drink or two. having to be the one to engrave those pictures and scene in his mind, study them to the point where he could describe the scene entirely, fully detailed, missing nothing. it haunted him for weeks and he couldn’t have imagined what it was like for harrison. booker’s lifeless body tormented his sleep for weeks and the bags under his eyes at the time proved it. frank walked over to the wall with a fist, almost as if he would punch it, but laid his palm against the surface. his voice got louder as he spoke. “and sure, you’ve been fighting for better muggleborn treatment longer than i have — are you saying that makes you better than me? is it a contest?” frank formed a fist again. “we joined the order at the same time to take down these… whatever the hell you want to call them, and i’ve been doing what i can. i’m not saying you haven’t, either.” frank was stuck between a rock and a hard place — doing what dumbledore asked of him or dumbledore believing he couldn’t be trusted in the future. “i trust you, i respect you — if i didn’t, we wouldn’t be here. i did what i thought was best at the time and… i’m not going to let you take this small victory from me.” he sighed. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you. i’m at a loss with greyback at work and this? i finally feel like i’ve done something good, like i’ve moved us a step in the right direction. since the solstice, i’ve failed. greyback and whoever he’s working with have murdered over 50 people — we haven’t even told the entire department yet. the numbers are still going up and there’s nothing i can do. but finding out who rookwood is, this helps us in so many goddamn ways. i needed to do this.” frank turned away from the wall he’d been facing, a pained look across his features. he hadn’t wanted to lie to her. he never would in another circumstance. but things were different now and he wasn’t doing life alone anymore. wasi’ll fix this. in the future, i’ll tell dumbledore that you’ll know about everything i do — i can’t take back what’s happened.”

when frank started talking again she immediately started to feel guilty. she could see how upset he was starting to get and that's not she'd wanted from this, especially after he'd come back so injured. she panicked as it looked like he was about to hit the wall and took a few steps towards him, breathing out in relief when he stopped. she tried not to let his next comment get to her. knowing she'd been unfair in saying it in the first place. his speech about fenrir made her feel even worse, she knew how much it had been eating away at him, from the little bits he'd told her and the extra tenseness in him lately, she knew it was weighing on him. but he wasn't the only one responsible for it, he needed to let himself breathe more. it wasn't his responsibility to fix everything, he was just one person, even as talented as he was, he couldn't perform miracles. alice's gaze softened as he apologised. it's all she'd wanted in the first place, she hadn't wanted to make him feel so bad about it. just for him to let her in to that part of his life. she walked over to him, placing a hand softly on his arm, not wanting to take to much of a step in to his space whilst he was still mad. "i'm sorry" alice stated sincerely "i don't want you think i'm not proud of you and the lengths you go to so you can make things safer for the world- i'm not saying what you did tonight wasn't important- it is- and it's a big win for us- i don't want to take that from you at all, please don't think i do. you just scared me ok" alice looked up at him, so he could see that she meant every word she said "i wish i could help you with greyback, i really do- but you need to talk to me properly about this stuff- at least let me share some of the weight of it, i know that you're used to just handling stuff by yourself- but we're engaged now, that's what i'm here for- let me help you as much as i can- i hate seeing you putting so much pressure on yourself- you help me through things- i want to help you do the same- properly." it was all true, she found he would tell her bits and pieces, and knew that was frank’s version of letting her in but she wanted to help more. "thank you for saying that- and i'll help with dumbledore- it doesn't all have to be on you- i don't need you to take it back, i just need to know if there's times i need to be concerned, i just- i need you to be safe." alice sighed again "look i don't know if i communicated that in the wrong way to start with- but i'm just i'm not willing to lose you- when i say that you're the only person i've loved i mean that- that was the first i'd ever said those words to anyone- this intense feeling- it's still new for me- so i'm sorry if i upset you with how i handle things- i just- you've become so important to me- i just don't want to even think about something happening to you." Alice softened her tone again "will you please sit back down and let me finish healing you- theres something else i wanted to do."

@frank-orion

#✗ — i don’t know what love is; but i think it might be you (frank)#✗ — i’m not flawless but i got a diamond heart (chat)

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years ago

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The Grey Palace

So this a book I’m really hoping to actually finish! It’s a horror slasher story, but it’s set on a cruise ship. I’m posting the first chapter for my followers to read if they’re interested in following along with the creation and storyline! Feedback is greatly appreciated!

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A sleek grey seagull was perched on the wooden guard rail around the churning green ocean. It shifted from foot to pink foot, ruffling unruly feathers, and squinted beady black eyes up at the giant ship looming above it. It looked suspicious of the vessel, and even more suspicious of the people boarding its mass.

The Grey Palace was the greatest cruise ship to ever exist--or so all the Yelp reviews claimed. It included casinos and spas and waterparks and food! But only if you pay for it, because it’s not like you already paid $425 for a single ticket for your four person family.

It was a colossal sea beast, made out of the finest and toughest extra-strength steel plates and boasting the largest size of a cruise ship in the whole world at a staggering 1,854.25 feet in length and 265.74 feet in height. It had a tonnage of 230,000 gross tons, outweighing every other ship in the business. Its hull could shatter icebergs, its bow could split the sea in two, its propellers were more powerful than any jet or rocket in the entire world. Luxurious lounges and steamy spas promised the best relaxation, the waterpark and Kid’s Club proclaimed full entertainment for children, and the restaurants provided the best food on the seven seas. It got its name from the lustrous grey color it was painted, reflecting rainbows all across the body of the ship.

Everybody wanted to board the floating Palace, and only a select few got the invitation into the Aquatic Kingdom.

But in this case, a “select few” meant 8,700 people.

The boarding dock was clamored with passengers. Families that made the mistake of keeping their luggage on them instead of turning it in to the porters, families that trying to keep all their kids from running off, families already bickering over what they were going to do first, all packed into one area that was treacherously close to the ocean and a giant ship that would easily be able to sweep a fallen victim underneath its mass. One woman had her toddler on a child leash like it was a dog, tugging on the rope every once and awhile when the kid tried to run off. Another mom was herding her family in close to take a selfie, earning disgruntled noises from the children when they had to squint and smile up into the sun. A man was loudly talking to a video camera he was holding, most likely making a vlog for YouTube that would only probably get 67,000 views and 1,230 likes. Worryingly close to the edge of the dock was a pair of kids, pointing into the water and calling out what they saw while their parents obliviously chatted with some other people. Several porters were furiously helping everyone board, sweat beading their brows as they worked diligently.

The seagull watched them all, raising its beak in a haughty manner. It seemed miffed by the intrusion of so many humans in its territory, but didn’t have the strength or size to do anything about it, so it just gazed judgmentally from a distance. Its dark eyes shifted over to the girl looking back at it, then screeched in surprise when she was shoved, jerking open its narrow wings and leaping away into the air.

“Come ON, Violet!!” Ethan shrieked.

Violet staggered to the side, nearly tottering into someone behind her while she attempted to regain her balance. She clenched her fists, growling softly in her throat for a moment before letting her anger dissolve away.

“I’m coming,” She said.

“You’re being SLOWWWW!!” Aiden yelled, earning a few glances from other people because of his volume.

“Sorry,” Violet muttered, hunching her shoulders in.

Her family bustled across the port, getting closer and closer to the gangway with each, but before they could cross the threshold, a ship photographer jumped into their path, wearing a painfully cheery grin and brandishing a bulky camera.

“Would you like to take a family photo before boarding?” She asked, waving an arm to a photobooth set up. The backdrop was of The Grey Palace sailing.

“Can we, Mama?” Felicity asked Deandra eagerly, tugging at her arm.

Deandra smiled down at her. “Of course, dear!”

They hustled over to the backdrop. Violet attempted to follow, but Tobias stood in her path and firmly said, “Not you.”

Violet backed away obediently, not bothering to argue.

She watched as the seven of them posed for a photo, the epitome of a white, rich family. Deandra was fifty-four, but she was constantly being praised for how good she looked for her age. Unblemished, glowing ivory skin, clear of any wrinkles, and dyed champagne blonde hair. Her neck and wrists were loaded with jewelry, but her hawk-like amber eyes were sharper and brighter than the diamonds she wore, always locating every one of Violet’s flaws.

Tobias was like her toy, even though he was older, bigger, and burlier than she was. He was as nicely dressed as his wife, clad in a tweed jacket despite the summer Whittier heat and expensive jeans and a gold watch that cost more than all their tickets combined, but he still had the face of a lizard, dull blue eyes, and brittle, greying hair that he would slather with enough gel to start a fire. But he was rich, being one of the top congressmen in the state, and had a sharp-tongue that pleased Mother, both audibly and physically, and was very easy to walk all over. Violet guessed that was why Mother even kept him around.

Carly was their pride and joy. She had a supermodel body, thin and tan, with long, luscious blonde hair and the bright blue eyes of Father. She was pretty, but cruel, like a diamond wrapped in barbed wire. Her words were always loaded with venom, manipulative and cunning and bearing no mercy or guilt over what she said. She was harsh and cold, which was probably why she still wasn’t married at twenty-seven, and when Violet told her this after her favorite paints were stolen, she beat her into unconsciousness. Violet still had the long, winding scar across her left side from when she had been lashed with the sharp edge of a broken flower vase.

Tobias Jr., or just Toby, was the exact opposite of the man he was named after. Out of all her siblings, he was Violet’s favorite. He was a coward and a boot-licker, but he was genuine and had a good heart. He got Violet into The Walking Dead and once cleaned off her back when Father whipped her with his belt after she talked back over something controversial, but provided little help against her mistreatment, being just as scared to stand up to their parents. Still, it was a step up over everyone else. His dark amber eyes were doe-like and his brown hair was always unruly no matter how much he brushed it. In a way, he almost reminded Violet of the seagull, watchful and cautious.

Felicity was Mother’s mini me and Father’s little princess. Her wavy hair showed the natural hue of Mother’s, honey blonde, but her eyes were the deep blue of Father’s. She was incredibly slick and deceptive, as well as exceptionally greedy, always able to get whatever she wants whenever she wants it. She was dripping with as much jewelry as Mother was, maybe even more, and looked at everyone else with great disdain, disgusted at how ugly they were compared to her. Her voice was like the squeal of a pig, and she often preened herself in any reflective surface that could serve as a mirror. At age eleven, she already thought she was the queen of the world.

Aiden and Ethan were nothing but imps. Violet didn’t even know why Mother and Father had them; there was no point in their existence. They just lived to take up space and time and money, but their parents treated them like they were heirs to the throne. They were near identical, with dirty blonde hair in a mushroom-like shape around their heads and eyes so dark they looked brown instead of amber. All they seemed to know how to do was eat food and cause chaos, often forcing themselves into Violet’s personal space just to annoy her.

That was the Nicotero family. The rich, flawless Nicotero family, perfectly happy without the illegitimate child chained to them by blood.

Violet, the kid who the congressman cheated on his wife to have on accident, named after a flower because her father couldn’t think of anything better than the plant he saw squashed on the side of the sidewalk when he was fleeing the scene after stealing her from her mother’s breast mere days after being born.

Violet, the girl with weirdly pale grey eyes that no one else in her family had and hands that never seemed to stop fidgeting with things and an overly anxious mind that contrasted with a bursting internal temper.

Violet, the library for all the should have’s-could have’s-would have’s, an encyclopedia of everything that shouldn’t have happened, an example of what her siblings were not supposed to be.

Violet, the fifteen-year-old with vibrant petals curled towards her family, but poisonous roots lying beneath, just like her name’s sake.

“Say ‘cruise ship’!”

“CRUISE SHIP!!!”

The camera flashed and the photo was taken.

Violet blinked her eyes; they were sore in the sunlight. She shifted from foot to foot as she waited for her family to finish up at the photobooth. She wondered if they would put it on the fridge like all the other photographs she wasn’t a part of. They never put up the things she was in.

“Come on! Come on! Come on!” Felicity yipped, pulling on Father’s arm. “I wanna get on already!!!”

“We’re coming, we’re coming,” Father chuckled. He somehow had all the patience in the world when dealing with the squealing Felicity, but once yelled at Violet for taking too long to tie her shoes.

The Nicotero family pushed their way through the crowd to the closest gangway, shoulder checking other people and trodding over feet without pity in the process. Violet did her best to apologize to anyone they disturbed, seeing as no one else was, so she walked down the walkway and glass doors slightly turned around, and when she faced forward again, she got her first glimpse of the place where she would be spending the next one hundred days.

The main atrium was a giant room with a high-vaulted ceiling and looked like it had been carved out of glass; every surface was shiny and spotless. There were spiral staircases and grand steps and visible catwalks coiled around the walls, all bursting with activity. A marble fountain with intricately designed leaping dolphins was burbling softly in the center of the room, and King the Silver Polar Bear, the mascot of The Grey Palace, was standing in front of it, waving to passengers as they came in and occasionally taking photos with kids who came up to him. Violet must have been staring for a bit too long because he spotted her and pointed, then waved her over. Violet shook her head and said, “No thanks” but Felicity shoved her over with a shrill, “Go say hi, Violet! Someone actually wants to see you!”

Violet staggered forward, feeling that sensation of rage bubble up inside of her again, but, like before, it dissipated rather quickly, as there was nothing she could do. She merely sighed and looked up at the large grey bear now looming over her.

“Umm… Hi.” Violet said awkwardly. What were you even supposed to say to the mascots? Especially when you have to talk to them against your will?

King waved cheerfully. The head of the suit was set in a petrified, open-mouth smile and the eyes were permanently wide and glowing with glee. It was almost unnerving in a way. Was the person underneath the mass of grey fur as happy as the skin it was wearing?

“Uhh… Sorry, I don’t really know what to say.” Violet said, cringing internally. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire.

King made a dismissive hand gesture, then pat her head. The action felt profoundly awkward, but Violet was polite and said goodbye before shuffling back over to her family with her head ducked. Felicity and the twins exploded into high-pitched giggles.

“Violet. Don’t run off.” Mother said sharply, staring down her nose as Violet.

“Yes, Mother,” Violet muttered.

Carly suddenly looked up from her phone. “We should go get drinks. The rooms probably aren’t ready yet.”

Mother nodded. “Good idea.”

She led the pack through a wide hallway, whisking by other passengers like she was the queen of the Aquatic Kingdom. On the way, Toby shuffled over to Violet.

“I don’t like those people in costumes,” He said. “Gives me the creeps.”

Violet peered up at him. “How old are you?”

“Oi! Rude!” Toby elbowed her gently. He never tried to purposely hurt her. “So… What do you think?”

Violet gazed around the hallway. It was lit up brightly, casting colorful shadows across the painted walls.

“It’s nice,” Violet said. “Nicer than any place I’ve been to. Aside from the house, of course.”

She had been shocked when Mother told her about the cruise a week before her freshman year ended. It was going to be a big family trip, and she was actually invited. Usually she was left out of these things. Being alone at their mansion for a week or so at a time while the rest of her family was out travelling or on vacation had been a normal affair ever since she was eleven.

Toby frowned for a moment at that, then quickly said, “It’s gonna be fun.”

They passed through a set of glass doors and entered onto one of the many decks. Surprisingly, there weren’t too many people out yet, as everyone was probably still getting checked in or exploring. Mother glided over to a canopy bar and began ordering.

They probably spent an hour at that bar, sipping brightly colored cocktails and chatting avidly over their plans for the trip. Violet stayed out of it, of course. She sat at the smooth wooden counter, twirling a pink drink umbrella and scrawling mindless thoughts in a small purple notebook to pass the time.

An elbow as pointy as a dagger jabbed into her back at one point, making her pen streak across her page, leaving a permanent black like through the written words. She clenched her jaw and turned around.

“Yes?”

“Come ON!” Felicity said. “We’re going to go eat!”

“Didn’t you hear us talking?” Father squinted at her.

“Sorry. I must have dozed off.” Violet said.

Carly scoffed. “You shouldn’t even be here.”

Nobody said anything against this. Violet didn’t, either.

They went to the buffet where lunch was waiting, and Mother grumbled about how many people there were, but they eventually sat down to eat, their plates piled with food. Violet got more than she intended, but ate everything, just now realizing how hungry she was. She got judgemental looks from her family, but she did her best to just ignore them.

After lunch, they finally checked into their cabins. They got the suites, of course.

Mother, Father, and the twins got the largest room, one with a queen bed and bunk beds for Aiden and Ethan. Carly and Felicity room together, while Violet stayed with Toby. It was fine with her, really. She rather be with her older brother than any of the others.

The rest of the day was spent preparing for the trip. Toby took the twins and Felicity to get signed up for the Kid’s Club, while Carly hooked up with some friends also on the cruise, Mother went to make reservations for the spa, and Father already began drinking.

Violet stayed in her cabin, writing away in her notepad while listening to the TV drone on. She finally got up and went out when the sun began to set, unknowingly stumbling right into a departure party on the main deck.

Music blasted as thousands of bodies writhed around together. Several people were in the pool, splashing around loudly, while others were watching the entertainment shows with great interest. Violet couldn’t stand all the noise, so she ventured to the back of the ship and watched as the land slowly disappeared on the horizon.

A man leaned against the railing a few feet away from her as the golden-orange sunset was starting to turn a bright red color. After he blew out a wisp of smoke from the lit cigarette he had, he said, “This is gonna be one hell of a trip.”

As the first firework was set off at the deck, Violet replied, “You can say that again.”

#the grey palace #lizzie’s dumb book #my writing #horror #horror story

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zephyrthejester · 5 years ago

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Steven Universe Future: A Predictive Wish List

The future is now. And by that, I mean that the debut of Steven Universe Future is at hand! A super special "limited series" (whatever that means) that will ultimately wrap up the greatest cartoon to grace television this decade. Indeed, all good things must come to an end. Regardless of what the Future holds, it is doubtless that I'll love and continue to love this show forever... So! Let's have a good ol' chat about what we want to see in the upcoming episodes!

I'm going to divide this wish list into two distinct sections, both of which should be self explanatory. Things that I "need," that my heart burns with desire for, and things that I "hope," that would be cool if it happens but it's no big deal if it doesn't.

This is going to be a loooooong post, so click Keep Reading to see it all!

What I NEED to Happen

Lars needs closure for his three ongoing story arcs. From Lars, I hope we see him expressing how much he and his life has changed, and how he's dealing with the return to tranquil life on Earth and his zombie status. Secondly, he and Sadie need to have a good, long chat. Their relationship was in turmoil at the time Lars got abducted by Aquamarine, and since then Sadie has redirected her life with a self-empowering attitude. There is a lot that remains unsaid between the two of them. Thirdly, Lars and Ronaldo were once childhood friends and had a feud as kids that lasted into their teens. I hope that gets touched upon, even if it's something as simple as the two apologizing to each other.

When it comes to Jasper... I don't want the show to handle her story in Future like a "redemption." Being redeemed is not what her character is about, and it's not what she needs. No, Jasper has lived her entire life clinging to an ideal and the perception of her strength. Both those things were ripped away from her. What Jasper needs is to learn acceptance of her reality, to embrace that even someone who is "flawless" can be fallible, and to become responsible for herself. The happiest ending for Jasper, I think, is not to become friends with the Crystal Gems or even to like Earth, but to accept herself.

On the subject of Jasper, the last thing I want are any positive interactions with Lapis Lazuli. In the best case scenario, the two won't interact at all. They were each other's mutual abusers and were both responsible for the most painful days of their lives. Some might say you need to confront the past to move beyond it, but Lapis already has and Jasper can learn to do the same. To cut someone toxic out of your life and move on without them should be celebrated. Could you imagine if Greg tried to reconnect with Marty? Yuck, right? That's how I feel about Lapis and Jasper.

Fusion Experiments and especially the Cluster need to be formally dealt with. While bubbles can keep them in stasis for eternity, Steven's not the sort of person to abandon those who suffer (unless you're a Ruby floating in space). The question is, how? Can he repair the shattered? Or will he give them the best lives they can get in their state? And how could the Cluster be removed from inside the Earth?

Speaking of those who remain in solitude... Pink Diamond's Zoo needs to be dealt with. There are dozens of Zoomans, a skeleton crew of Quartzes (including Holly Blue Agate, most likely) and most importantly of all, the entire Gem population of Rose Quartzes. REAL Rose Quartzes. We've never actually seen a real Rose Quartz, and it's high time we do. What do they sound like?! Dude, it’d be super funny if the real Rose Quartz voice sounds super distinct and Steven would wonder how Pink Diamond’s disguise fooled anyone.

We need an episode dedicated to Nephrite! She's technically been in the show longer than Lapis and Peridot, debuting in episode 01, and she's represented the entire Corrupted Gem plotline! We need to learn more about her! See her interact with people, including Steven! If not a whole episode for her, than at least some hearty screen time!

Spinel and the Diamonds need some screen time. It's a safe bet since they were all in the new intro, so to take a riskier request, I'm going to hope that the Diamonds come out and directly admit how horrible of monsters they've been. Their crimes are infinitely cruel, in both number and scale. And so far, the only thing they've done about it is to make an effort to... not commit more crimes against humanity. Err, Gemanity? Perhaps in their experience with a free Gempire they can actually get context for what they did, recognize the night-and-day difference between suffering and not-suffering, and get a little introspective about themselves.

Pink Pearl... Just, Pink Pearl. Like, hot dang, dude. If anything, make her the poster child of the above point about the Diamonds' crimes. Simply for wanting Pink Diamond to be happy, White overwrote Pink Pearl's individuality, even scarring her form, and kept her that way for thousands of years. How does Pink Pearl feel about that?! How will she deal with Pink Diamond being gone? What's next for her?

This last one tows the line between the two categories and might even be a bit selfish, but... I hope we see Mystery Girl again. I know Pearl's been "playing the field" since she met her, but it'd be cool to catch up with Pearl's relationship(s). It's not something we need to see, but just a quick line or two to reference it would be cool. Although, there is the unresolved hint that Mystery Girl might be Kevin's ex...

What I HOPE Will Happen

It'd be a crime not to introduce a fusion that involves Lapis, Peridot, and/or Bismuth. And, well... My take might surprise you. I'm hoping that Peridot will remain fusionless, because she is my oh-so-precious Ace representation. As for Lapis... I dunno. Is fusion something she desires? Could there possibly be a threat big enough to warrant fusing for combat purposes? It's hard to imagine either, though it would be sweet if fusion could become something more than Malachite for her. And that leaves Bismuth! To that I say, HELL YEAH! We heard tell of Bismuth once fusing with Garnet back in the Rebellion, and I can only dream how incredible that would be. Alternatively, maybe Bismuth and her best buddie in the whole world, Biggs, would make a good pair.

I want an episode that's a good ol' Space Adventure. Hopefully with Connie along for the ride! There's a massive galaxy out there ripe for exploring. The possibilities are endless! An episode of this nature would be a good excuse to see more of certain Gems such as Nephrite, Emerald, the Zircons, and maybe Lemon Jade.

It'd be cool to see some characters from the games, even if only as background easter eggs. I'm talkin' the Prism, Hessonite, Squaridot, those new garnets from the recently announced game I forget the name of (Unleash the Light?)...

At least one episode to meet and greet the Little Homeworld denizens, specifically Bismuth's big three (Biggs, Crazy Lace, and Snowflake). But especially Snowflake Obsidian. She looks super cool.

Finally, I'd like to see some light shed on the many, many unexplored mysteries. I'd be surprised if we got any of the following, but I can dream: What is the origin of Gem Species and/or The Diamonds? What is the deal with the Crystal Heart? What is the Geode? What's up with the space outside Warp tunnels? What's the latest on Watermelon Island? What are the rooms in the Temple like for most of the main cast Fusions, + Ruby and Sapphire's rooms? What has become of Pink Diamond's palanquin in Korea? Can Steven kiss up the Kindergartens to heal it like he did for Beach City in the movie? What's the deal with Rose's lion pride in the desert near her leg ship? And most importantly: WHAT WAS IN THE FREAKING CHEST?!?!?!?!?!?!?

WHAT WAS IN THE CHEST, SUGAR?!

...Okay. That’s it. That’s everything I want to say. Hmm. Looking back, I’m surprised how little Amethyst, Garnet, Connie, and Greg figure into my desires. I guess I’m totally complacent about their current status in the story.

So, I hope you’ll join me tomorrow when we take our first look at Steven Universe Future! Until then... Check out my analysis of the new Opening, if you haven’t already!

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smolbeandrabbles · 5 years ago

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Humility: Almost Easy/Power & Control - Dave x Reader (Lost River)

Hahahahahhahahaa... Author’s Note: Okay. I chose Dave of all the suggestions for 2 reasons. 1, I had more of a plot for him. 2, Nolan was the most requested - but I’m working on something similar for him that I assure you won’t be disappointing sequel to Sugar, anyone? As for Vince... Well... Damn. I’ll work on it. SO! It’s a two song fic because I really liked the song @sufferthesea sent along for Dave: Power & Control - Marina and the Diamonds AND this AX7 gem Almost Easy worked for this particular premise too... So you better consider it added to the Dave playlist. ** Idea credit to Amanda, because she took my thought and then flipped it a little and added some details so I can’t say this one is whole-y mine. Disclaimer: Lost River came from the (obviously slightly mad) brain of Ryan Gosling / Gifs & lyrics not mine. Premise: Some of Dave’s performers are fed up with his attitude. It’s time for them to teach him some humility. And they figure that asking his favourite to do this for kicks makes their plan flawless... You’ll agree to do it, for a price. Words: 4083 Warnings: It’s Dave... come on... / Swearing / Sexual Connotations / Very subtle dom/sub tones - but also present in both songs.

__________ I feel insane every single time I'm asked to compromise 'Cause I'm afraid and stuck in my ways And that's the way it stays So how long did I expect Love to outweigh ignorance? By that look on your face I may have forced the scale to tip Shame pulses through my heart From the things I've done to you It's hard to face but the fact remains That this is nothing new... I'm losing the fight, I've treated you so wrong Now let me make it right I'm not insane, I'm not, not insane… Come back again, it's almost easy (You learned your lesson) Come back to me, it's almost easy (It's still your fault) Come back again, it's almost easy… --- Power & control I'm gonna make you fall Power & control I'm gonna make you fall Women and men, we are the same But love will always be game We give and take a little more Eternal game of tug and war Think you're funny, think you're smart Think you're gonna break my heart Think you're funny, think you're smart Yeah, you may be good-looking but you're not a piece of art ---

noun

the quality of having a modest or low view of one's importance.

Whispers spread like wildfire. You expected that from the second you got on stage. Bitchy bickering. Or complaining you guessed? It always happened when Dave caught your eye, or your wrist after your act was finished. “Meet me later...” You knew what that meant well enough. You didn’t need him to tell you. Mind you, Dave caught your arm so often his fingerprints might as well have been imprinted into your skin.

It wasn’t that they were jealous of you. Probably the contrary; that didn’t stop the whispers though. And tonight, as you changed, they seemed to be a little louder than usual; “I mean who the hell does he think he is-!? Walking around like he’s better than us?!” “Like he owns the place!” “He does own the place... but still, fair point. We do all the hard work!!” “People come for us - he only ever sings!” “And that’s only on bloody occasion too - not every night!” “We have way better work ethic-! I bet he doesn’t even PAY us fairly.” “I bet he pays himself better than us.” “...Well, he might pay some of us well then...” they all turned around to you, and you saw that from your mirror. You sighed, here we go again. Couldn’t be for love... had to be for money... You supposed it might not even have been for love... maybe just for company... but he wasn’t paying you for your time. They turned back around, whispered muttering you couldn’t hear that made you focus back on your mirror. You caught the paper tacked there out of the corner of your eye. Dave’s writing; “Room 3”. You took a deep breath. A little part of you was always a little nervous about it. Dave had very distinct moods; if this wasn’t a good one, it might give you problems... “Oh! Y/N..!” They turned back to call your name and you turned, pressing you lips together to even out the lipstick; “Mm?” “Come here a second.” You sighed and stood; this could only be bad. “What’s wrong?” “Nothin’, yet. You seein’ Dave tonight?” Well, they knew you were so it was a stupid question. But they wanted affirmation. “Yes...” “We got an idea...” You didn’t like this one bit already, “Right...” “But we need your help.” You folded your arms, eyes narrowed in suspicion; “Why?” Rob gave you a look like you were dumb; “Because you’re his favourite! He trusts you.” No, you thought, you were his favourite right now. Next week that could all change, especially if someone newer younger and prettier walked in. Dave was always down to seduce the next big thing. “...Well what is it?” “Well, you agree. He thinks he’s great. Right?” “Yeah.” He did, on occasion, get this smug kinda swagger about him that annoyed you. Clearly not as much as it annoyed them though. “And it’s getting a little out of hand?” “Maybe.” you didn’t want to seem decisive on this “Maybe?! C’mon Y/N don’t be amicable - he thinks he can do whatever the f*** he wants. We gotta stop this before we can’t anymore.” “Well what do you want me to do?!” “He taking you to a room tonight?” You glanced back to your mirror “Yes.” “Give him a taste of his own medicine.” “How?!” “What room?” “Three.” They all looked at each other for a minute, and suddenly you didn’t like the smirks they were all giving each other; “Shells, huh?” That didn’t really bother you. Dave had a remote, sure, but you knew him. “Yes?” You wondered where this was going. “Lock him in one.” “What?!” that sounded about as crazy as they all looked. “Yes! That’s such an excellent idea!!” “You guys do realise the lock mechanism keeps you safe right? And that he has a remote system too?” Rob tipped his head knowingly “Aw, like as if a girl like you can’t wrangle the remote from him?” You frowned at that - yeah, you guessed he had a point. “And… what am I doing this for?” Kat scoffed; “yourself for one!” You almost dared shoot her a look, but Rob cut in before the cat fight could start “The good of all your friends here! Our eternal gratitude? To feel good! Put him in his place? Y/N the list is endless!” You noticed no one was offering up a monetary reward! You shook your head with a smirk; “Okay. But I’m getting bragging rights for at least a year, I get a longer routine AND-!” You put your hands on your hips and turned to Rob, “I get to be the MC. At least a couple of times.” “Well, you gotta prove you did it.” Your smirk only grew; there’s one-way glass isn’t there? You’re welcome to watch.” All of them opened their mouths, hesitated, and looks appeared on their faces which let you know they realised exactly what that would entail. “Bring us the remote and any other proof you can. We’ll take it.” “Alright, you’re on...” you held out your hand to shake; Rob took it, and everyone else grabbed your handshake. You winked; “You guys better be thinking of how many precious seconds you can shave off... I’m coming for them.”

** Only that meant by the time the show was over, and pretty much everyone had left. Except the huddled group, because they wanted to make 100% you were going to go ahead with this; you were even more nervous. You could do it sure, but did you want to? Dave was good to you, forward sure - but a good man. And he took care of everyone here. Even if he had a kinda self-important attitude. Still, you saw their point completely. He usually got what he wanted; there was something alluring about him, and you probably weren’t the only girl he’d taken an interest in working here. You’d heard the words ‘Dave Situation’ often enough. In fact you probably weren’t the only girl he was seeing right now. But, you were his favourite. Apparently.

He stood watching you wait patiently for a few minutes. Leaning on the door frame, with a smile. Such a good girl. But Dave knew that already. He scanned the room, frowning a little at those still loitering. He knew who had clients tonight and who didn’t. That caused him slight annoyance as he stepped into the dressing room, calling your name. You turned instantly with a sweet smile and he walked towards you. Dave had an energy almost unreadable, that uncertainty gave him power and he knew it. His eyes traced the group who had allowed pause in their talking; “You can go home, right?” He looked between them, “I don’t pay you to stand around here, you don’t earn commission chatting either. Go home. Get rest.” “Yeah we know what we need to do to get paid around here.” You didn’t visibly wince at that obvious shot at what was about to happen between you and Dave; but he simply furrowed his eyebrows. Saying nothing he turned back to you; “You ready?” “Mmm!” You nodded and stood gracefully. “Good... let’s go.” You turned to the group again with a wink; watch this!!

You always thought that the electronic female voice telling you to play safe was a tad ironic, considering the catered to audience. And you thought that shell safety was a little bit of a joke too. Dave, after all, did have a remote that overrides the lock in system. Who said he didn’t have more he could give out for the right price? You wouldn’t have thought he would though. Even Dave didn’t seem like the kind of man who would put you in danger for money. He waited for the lock to click in place on the entry door and then was on you. Leaving you little-to-no time to take a breath, you found yourself pushed up against the wall in less than seconds. You weren’t wearing a heck of a lot anyway, but your thin coverup didn’t last long - floor - you weren’t about to let him get away with something like that without going for it yourself. Where the hell would he keep his remote, though...? Maybe you could get him to give that information up... You made sure to let him know you didn’t want him wearing his suit jacket too long either - floor. He’d already done the work on his top two buttons, allowing you to push his shirt collar back and kiss his neck. You got a kick out of the sounds he made, and the way he gripped your hips tighter “...Y/N...” Oh! Well, if you could keep him saying your name like that... You bit him just hard enough, and pushed him back. When he conceded a step you knew this would be easy... it couldn’t have been many to the shell, push him in and lock it, and your work was done.

But Dave wanted your lips back on his. So he pulled you to him, hands running as much of your body as was within reach with you pressed up against him like this. Oh god- Dave... Yes-! He knew exactly what he was doing. He’d certainly never wasted his time with getting in tune with you. Okay, so what if you pulled him to the shell, if you lulled him into a false sense of security... You turned him, tugging him closer to you by his shirt. And your moans were are real as his were. He’d deny you his fingertips if he thought he could. There was nothing quite like the way he touched you. Dave chuckled, as he realised where you were heading. “My, my, so eager?” “Yes...” you pitched your voice at just whiny and needy enough for him to give it to you. “Good girl.” ...c’mon a few more feet... You paused just in front of it and broke his trial of kisses. “What?” You looked between his eyes; it was strange to think that for once this man had no idea what was coming. You shook your head, kissing him again - this only soft and gentle... and you knew you were asking for forgiveness before you’d even done what you were going to. You took his hands in yours, turning him on the spot. Perfect. Best guess on where the remote was and you could do this; and it’s not like he would mind your hands on his body. But that kiss confused him. Being so different from the rest as it was... he didn’t have time to quiz you though; because you pulled him again, this time undoing a few more buttons, you ran your hands down his body. That picked his groan back up. He wouldn’t have dared leave his remote in his jacket... that ruled that out. It wasn’t in his shirt pocket... that left his pants. And Dave was left handed. “...Careful...” his whispered against your lips as your hands had to run that low; “...don’t make me call you a bad girl just yet...” Only he would be. Considering. The second you found it you broke the kiss - and pushed him. It was pretty hard and athletic for you, but still. He realised what you’d done far too late and the door closed on him.

At first he sighed, and then laughed; “Oh I see...” but he didn’t. “Funny... let me out.” You at least gave a playful shake of your head “Y/N... don’t make this hard on yourself...” your eyes flicked to his hands searching his pockets. He still thought he had the upper hand. And there was a sick sort of pleasure in watching his face change as he realised he didn’t. “Wh-!” You held the remote up; “Looking for this?” He slammed his hands on the plexiglass - clearly unimpressed. “C’mon, Y/N!” You at least laughed a little, folding your arms “Nah, I think it’s good for you...” Dave’s face changed again, and you’d never seen him look so vulnerable; “W...why??” Your eyes flicked to the club above your heads; “They all think you need a taste of your own medicine. I say they probably have a point...” you threw the remote behind you. You wouldn’t need it for at least a minute; “... I have to watch you... now you have to watch me...” You tilted your head “...The crew thinks you think you’re too good for us. Guess you have that air, but just because you’re in charge doesn’t mean...” you weren’t even sure Dave was listening as he looked around the enclosed space you’d now trapped him in. If he was looking for an escape route, you could happily confirm for him there wasn’t one. You continued “...I guess they think you have an attitude problem they’d like you to tone down... Me? I’m just not sure I hold your attention... or could ever hope to hold it... and I’m not sure how that makes me feel. But certainly not good. You can’t always do whatever you want and expect it not to have... consequences...”

Dave sounded like he was laughing, half hysterically. Like all the words you were saying meant nothing. All jokes for him. Only you realised with horror he wasn’t laughing. Dave was having a full on panic attack. SHIT HE’S CLAUSTROPHOBIC!!?! “Oh my god!! Shit!!!” You turned around; with the nonchalant way you’d chucked the remote it could be anywhere and you, nor he, really had the time for you to waste. “Shit! Dave! Just hold on!!!” Damn the seedy lighting in these rooms!! Eventually it glinted at you from a corner and you couldn’t run to it quick enough. Running back to the shell you never thought you’d heard anything that gave you as much relief as Shell Unlocked

Dave all but collapse into yours arms; gripping you tight. “Baby... baby... hush... hush. It’s okay... it’s okay, I’m here...” you sank down onto your knees, cradling him close to you with soothing tones; “Breathe... sweetheart... just breathe...” if you could regulate his breathing, hopefully you could help him calm down. ...well that wasn’t exactly the humble kind of attitude you expected to evoke. Sure you wanted him to meekly beg you, before you to let him out with an agreement that he’d bend to what the guys wanted. So you could put him on his knees and call him a good boy and feel whatever power he did. But this was more like humiliation. And you weren’t so sure he deserved that. Also, causing a panic attack was the last thing you’d wanted. That was such an awful thing to do. You had a sudden horrific thought; did they know??! Had they asked you to do this because they knew?! It took him a little while to calm down, and he was still clinging onto you even then. “I’m so sorry...” Dave shook his head gently; “Is that how you feel...?” He nodded to the shell “...when you step in that?!” “I’m not claustrophobic, so no. I’m fine... but Dave I’m sorry. If I had any idea...” “That’s why they asked you to do it, isn’t it. Because you didn’t know.” “They do?!” your heart sank and you felt slightly sick – they really had come up with this plan to set off his claustrophobia then… But they didn’t think of you either, did they just expect you to let it happen to him and laugh it off? It hurt you that you’d hurt him. “They probably have some idea...” his breathing was still deep; “Did you mean what you said?” You ran your hands through his hair “We don’t have to talk about that...” “On the contrary... I thought you put me in there to talk about it...” He let out a small laugh “...Good negotiation tactic, I’ll give it that.” You moved your hands slowly as you dared down to his chest. To feel his pulse, under your fingertips - the way it was calming down. Thank Goodness.

Dave lay in your arms in silence for a good while; his only movement a shift to get more comfortable... and his hands found yours, clasping them with a gentle, dare you say affectionate, squeeze. You bent your body and kissed his forehead with care, making his eyes flick to your face and one hand reach up to touch your cheek. “What are you staying here for?” “I’m staying for you. I want to make sure you’re okay.” He shook his head, with a chuckle that seemed almost out of place; “Is that what it is?” “Mmmm…” You couldn’t help but place your hand over his and fit your fingers between the spaces in his own. “You’re a good girl.” “I...” you wouldn’t disagree, neither would you agree with him. You just humbly bit your lip and dipped your head a little more; “...Can I get you out of here...?” He let you help him get to sitting up and then you stood together - still holding hands that way. “Yeah... sure. What you thinkin’...?” “Room 5?” Even he raised his eyebrow at your suggestion of the bedroom. “Why?” “It’s a little more comfortable that the floor...” you nodded to the shell, “It’s considerably lacking in claustrophobic spaces...” Dave chuckled again; “Aw, she’s good and smart too...” This time you conceded quietly; “I try my best...”

Your idea with bringing him in here had nothing to do with taking your clothes off. This was much more neutral; it would give him a safe(r) space to just calm down, chat... rest easy...

You shut the door and waited for it to click into a locked position. Please play sa- “SHUT UP!!!” You chided the female voice with annoyance and turned back to him; “Seriously? Do you know how annoying that thing is?!? And talk about IRONIC!!” He sat on the edge of the bed and threw his jacket over the chair “...It’s supposed to be fun! But I’ll take it into account...” Dave ran a hand through his greying hair, and loosened two or three more of his shirt buttons. “But I don’t like your use of the word ironic...” “Safe is about the last word I would use sometimes... this room...” You folded your arms, watching the way his fingers grazed against the fabric of his shirt a little too closely. Ah! Maybe this was a bad idea! You shook the thought away “…This one is something different. This is what goes on between you and me... but the shells, and some of these other rooms. Because of the barriers, I reckon people think they can do whatever they want without consequence.” You walked over to him slowly “Just because I know I’m locked in there, doesn’t mean I feel safe if someone is screaming things I’d rather not repeat, and trying to get me out...” Dave looked a little perplexed at that; and you figured he either was pretending he didn’t know, or he simply thought if he ignored it it wasn’t happening. But his gaze dropped from yours as you sank onto the bed next to him, so you knew he was taking responsibility for it in his head. As he should - as the establishment owner. “I’m...” “Sorry?” You shook your head “It’s a little late for both of us to say that tonight... don’t you think.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” He places his hands on your thighs, over where your own were resting. “Would you have listened?” You gave him a hard look, to let him know you weren’t messing around when you said that. He gave a sigh “...I wish I wasn’t even considering that I might not...” You tipped his chin back with your fingertips, so his eyes faced you; “...We both have a few things to work on, huh?” “What do you have to-!” You placed your finger to his lips; and you got a few seconds satisfaction of having them back on your skin; “I should never have agreed to do it...” He took your hands in his again - he wanted that physical connection too, it seemed - and those grey-blue eyes studied you; “...God, I must be truly awful for you to agree to do this...”

You weren’t sure he was. That was the problem. Maybe he had good intentions that just didn’t work out. Of all the men you’d interacted with here (besides your colleges), Dave was the only one who cared, and took care of you. Who made you glad that you got to be here with him... and even more glad no one else could. You gave a gentle shrug “Maybe I had stupid selfish reasons...” Dave caught on straight away; “You think I’m seeing someone else.” “Are you?” You tried to not look so hopeful that he’d deny it. “It’s not... like this...” that confused you; because it was neither a yes or a no... You bit your lip “I don’t share well...” That only made him sigh again; “Seems we share that problem.” “Who is she?” “Not you...” “That’s not an answer.” “I know. It’s much less than you deserve. But I am also not at liberty to say...” That had you turning away from him, so he pulled you back - “Y/N... I promise you... you are the only girl I am intent on actively seeing.” “Good. Because I’ll put you in the box again and throw away the remote otherwise.” There was a stalemate of staring for a moment; Dave cracked first; “And... that would be fair...”

The sexual chemistry of the evening had long since passed, and he looked like he was doing a lot better... but you still craved some of that promised intimacy. “Will you hold me..?” “Now?” He opened his body to you; allowing you to wind your arms around him and thread your legs with his “Of course... it is the least you deserve...” Dave could say that all he wanted... but it was obvious he needed it as bad. When he felt you were secure around him, he lay back on the bed; caressing your hair he whispered gentle apologies against your skin. You closed your eyes gently to that - and this once; because of the feeling of him against you like this - you wouldn’t tell him they weren’t good enough. “Ah-! Shoot!” You broke the silence in a way that had him laughing “What...?” His voice was still soft, and he pressed kisses into your forehead. You opened your mouth with a breath, and then covered it; “No! You know I still feel terrible..! Buuuut...” “Buuuut..?” He repeated with a smile “... I promised them I’d prove I did it...” you muttered with a pout “...Gosh, I’m awful...” Dave snorted “Okay, darling, where’s your proof coming from?” You tipped your head, and couldn’t resist the tease; “Guess you walking in tomorrow looking a little shaken would do the trick, huh?” “Don’t push it...” he growled gently, tracing his kisses across your cheek and jawline “...I said I’d get the remote...” He pulled back, eyebrow raised; “How would that prove it?” “I have it, which means I got it from you and locked you in there, as dictated by the plan...” He propped himself up on his elbow and couldn’t help but look amused “...oh, really? Interesting...” “Uh huh. But that means asking for it back...” “Oh.” He shrugged “Take it... you deserve your proof...”

You were surprised by that - he’d just been through a personal hell but he was still going to tell you win? “Oh you don’t need-” “Consider it a favour. I owe you enough, don’t you think...?” Dave ran his thumb over your lips as he held your chin to keep your gaze on his. “Y-Yes...” you couldn’t help but respond that way to the glint in his eyes. And he went back into his pocket; holding out the remote for you. He chuckled; “You go prove to them you did... I’ll go work on myself... and we’ll go from there. What do you say?” You smiled, taking the remote gently from his hand and looking back to him, lacing your fingers with his once more; you asked him for a kiss and he granted you with what you wanted. Pushing his forehead to yours he kept you barely millimetres apart, tangled up together. “I think... that’s a good idea.”

--- Thank You For Requesting!! We are ALL 7 Virtues down! 🎉 2 Sins to go! @dennismitchell @happyskywhale @wltz-bby #MendoTagSquad. 💜❤💙

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galoots · 5 years ago

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Caught in a life-threatening escapade, drugged, and facing a possible deranged foe, Scrooge does what anyone else would in this situation: Talk about how much he loves his nephew, duh.

The day had been a day like any other: Scrooge and Donald at the Money Bin, going about their daily business. Donald had been filing taxes for his uncle like he had promised prior. The task was fairly mundane, lulling Donald into a meditative trance. His focus had been so absorbed, in fact, that he failed to notice that the nigh constant hum of Scrooge’s security system had ceased. The eerie quiet was broken by the dull, heavy sound of a solid object striking a surface. Fearing the worst, Donald burst into his uncle’s office to find Scrooge face-down on his desk. For a brief, terrifying moment, Donald thought that his uncle had all of a sudden dropped dead. The panic that had gripped his heart in an icy clutch subsided when he saw the gentle rise and fall of Scrooge’s chest. Still breathing. Relieved but concerned, Donald moved closer to examine him. The last thing he could remember was the sight of a dart sticking out of his uncle’s neck when a brawny hand clamped over his beak. Briefly, he struggled wildly against that hand until he felt the sharp prick of a needle in his flesh. Everything after that was blank.

When Donald finally came to, he was bound to a pillar by thick, hemp rope around his wrists. He took stock of his situation. In dire straits, one should only worry about the immediate circumstances one could control. Nothing else mattered. Everything else were details. He tested the strength of his bindings. Tight. Competent knots tied by a skilled hand. Not much he could do there. He was unhurt, but his movement was constrained. His feet, however, had been left free. He turned his attention to his surroundings. The room he was in was unadorned, sparse with no windows, cement floors, and stucco walls. A warehouse perhaps?

A steel operating table, bolted to the floor, with a prone figure upon it. A second look revealed the figure being held in place by leather restraints. Closer examination revealed this figure to be his Uncle Scrooge, awake and similarly confused.

They’d clearly been abducted by one of the old man’s enemies. Not flashy enough for Rockerduck, too cruel for Glomgold. The criminal quality of the situation spoke to the Beagle boys, but they were far too bumbling to pull off such a flawless ambush. Magica? Seemed unlikely, witchery and deceit were her calling cards, but she’d been known to hire third-parties in the past.

The door to the room opened and in walked a man carrying a vintage-styled medical bag. He was tall and stocky, nondescript looking but threatening all the same. Placing his bag upon the ground, he clapped his hands together once and rubbed them together eagerly. “Good afternoon, gentleman.”

Oh good, Donald thought, a monologuer. He despised a villain who like to monologue.

Regardless of his disdain, the man continued his well-rehearsed introduction. “You do not know me yet, but I intimately know you. I am Dr. Hogel. You are in quite the predicament gentlemen, as I am sure you are aware, but give me your full cooperation and I assure you your time spent here will not be overly unpleasant.”

The harsh, clinical light shining down from the fixtures above cast a sinister shadow over the self-proclaimed Doctor Hogel. Opening his satchel, Dr. Hogel extracted a vial of clear liquid and a hypodermic needle. He filled the syringe, plunging the needle into the bottle, and removing it after he’d double-checked the dosage. The needle, held high, glinted sickeningly in the light. With a practiced flick, Dr. Hogel dispelled any air bubbles possibly within.

Scrooge, bound and gagged on the table, felt a cold trickle of fear spread through him. He could hear Donald, in the corner of the room, straining against his ropes, attempting to break free and save him.

“Do you know what Sodium Pentathol is?” Dr. Hogel asked, before reciting didactically. “Medically speaking, it’s a rapid-onset short-acting barbiturate, often used for anesthetic purposes. By those more inclined to fanciful worldviews, it’s often referred to as truth serum.” The doctor swabbed Scrooge’s arm, readying the needle for insertion. “Of course, there is no such thing as a drug that can force one to tell the truth. Such things belong solely to the realm of spy novels and other dime store pulp.” The doctor carefully emptied the contents of the syringe into Scrooge’s vein. “However, the drug has been found to make a subject of interrogation more… loquacious. Lowers his guard. Boosts his willingness to comply.” The doctor strolled over to his bag, pulling a thick towel from it to wrap the used needle in. He placed it to the side, turning back to Scrooge, leaving the black bag hanging open.

Craning his neck, Donald could see a host of other tools within. The bag’s handle faced towards him and while his hands were tied, his feet were not. He wasn’t exactly overly dexterous with his feet, but with some effort, he could manage to grab the handle and spill the bag’s contents. There had to be something useful within to enable his escape. A scalpel to cut his ropes, a communication device to call for help, anything at all. His course of action was clear. This Dr. Hogel was methodical, but not methodical enough.

The doctor examined Scrooge’s muscles untense, his eyelids droop, and his respiration slow to a relaxed rhythm. He began to loosen the restraints holding Scrooge and removed his gag. “I see no reason for you to suffer any discomfort during this little chat of ours. And I doubt you’ll be in a sporting mood to put up a fight after the dose I gave you.” Scrooge’s head lolled on his shoulders as he was released.

“Let’s begin the interrogation, shall we?” The doctor smiled a wolfish, predatory grin. “Mr. McDuck, I’d like you to tell me the location of your most precious possession.”

Scrooge smiled a hazy, lopsided grin before he answered in a voice thickly garbled by sedation. “He’s right over there!”

“He?” Dr. Hogel repeated incredulously.

“Him.” Scrooge pointed limply to Donald in the corner, who hastily pulled back his extended leg.

The doctor turned to look at him. “Your nephew has your number one dime?”

“No, silly.” Scrooge laughed blithely. “He is my most precious possession.” His face looked dazed and loopy.

With the deadly speed of a guillotine’s blade, the doctor’s smile dropped into a scowl. Donald affected a sheepish grin in return, hoping to pacify the man. He couldn’t risk his head being chopped off.

Dr. Hogel’s affected charm had been dropped as soon as he met resistance. He’d been courteous to his guest, up front, forthright, even attentive to his comfort, yet it seemed Scrooge McDuck would rather obfuscate and play games. “I’m not talking about your witless, slow-minded nephew, Mr. McDuck. I am referring to the first dime you ever made.”

Scrooge stared at the doctor with a glazed expression.

“The foundational artifact of your financial empire?”

Not a smidgeon of recognition in the old codger’s expression.

“The single most important physical possession you own. The coin that made you the man you are today!” The doctor’s voice dropped to a threatening growl, clearly losing his patience with this noncompliance.

“Dimes?” Scrooge slurred, “I got loads of them. Stacked to the tippy-top of my Money Bin. Donald polishes them for me. Isn’t that sweet? Working for his old unkie-dunkie when he could be out there doing whatever he’d please. Such a good boy.”

“U-uncle Scrooge,” Donald warned in a hushed tone; he needed time to enact his plan, but the old man had to stay on topic enough not to make the Doctor blow his lid.

“Shut up.” The doctor pinned him with a furious glare, spinning back to his uncle to continue his line of questioning. “I’m not looking for just any dime, McDuck.” He gripped Scrooge’s face in a punishing vise. “Focus. Listen to me carefully. I need to know the exact whereabouts of your so-called lucky dime.”

Donald started to sweat nervously as he slowly extended his foot towards the bag. Scrooge’s drugged mind sluggishly processed the request. “I used to keep it on a velvet pillow in a special pedestal in the Money Bin.”

“Good.” The doctor relaxed his grip slightly. “’Used to’ meaning you moved it at some point. Where to?”

“Well one day, back when Donnie was still a babe, I let him wade through the Money Bin. I loved a daily dip so much, I thought, heck, why not let the boy experience his first swim. A formative experience! I love to dive in it like a dolphin, burrow through it like a gopher, and toss it up and let it hit me on the head!” Scrooge drawled with a dreamy air, trying to scratch his beak against his shoulder to relieve an itch.

Scrooge cleared his throat with difficulty. “’Course you can’t be that rough with an infant. So, I outfitted him in little floaties just in case and let him wade in like it were a kiddie pool. I suppose his McDuck genes kicked in because phew!” Scrooge whistled a descending tune, “he took off like a shot from my arms. Paddled right over to the pedestal.” He mimed a look of shocked panic, effecting the expression he’d warn during the event.

“I was immediately terrified, instant panic, because what if he drowned? Or hurt himself? You can get some nasty papercuts from the greenbacks. And a baby’s head! Bit like a mushy melon, you know? One solid knock from a diamond to that soft spot babies have… er, what are they called?”

“A fontanelle.” The doctor supplied, hoping it’d lead the rambling old man to his point.

“Yes, that’s right. A frontapelle.” Scrooge nodded with a sage manner, as if he’d known the answer all along. “Well one solid knock to his frapachelle, and I thought he’d be a goner! So, I’m rushing towards him, trying to coax him back into my arms, when WHAM!” Scrooge slammed a hand against the table. “The little dickens knocked over the pedestal! He waddled right over to the pillow with the dime and—you’ll never guess what he did next.”

Scrooge waited for his captive host wager his best guess. He smiled with eager expectation like he was a comedian about to drop a killer punchline rather than a hostage in a dangerous situation. The doctor’s knuckles were clenched tight, growing frustrated with McDuck’s rambling. “What.”

“He popped it into his mouth,” Scrooge clicked his tongue, “and swallowed it.”

A vein on the doctor’s forehead pulsed, looking fit to burst.

“Then. What.”

“Let’s see…” Scrooge narrowed his eyes as he tried to recall the details under the fog of medication. “I picked him up. He was giggling like nothing had happened. I was relieved at first to see him hale and hearty, then I was furious when I realized what he’d done. Ach! I couldn’t be made at the wee bonny thing for very long though. I took one look at those sweet baby blue eyes of his and the anger melted away. He was an infant after all, he didn’t know what he was doing. I certainly learned my lesson alright! Spending the next few days sifting through an infant’s diapers was no fun t’all, I assure you. After that… well, I moved it!”

The doctor took a measured break, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Where to.”

Donald soaked with sweat, making it difficult to get a solid grasp on the doctor’s bag. His foot kept slipping off as he tried to grip the handle with his toes. He hoped his uncle’s drugged prattle would keep him occupied long enough for him to secure some handy little tool that’d allow him to break free.

“Where did I move it to? Let’s see.” Scrooge pondered the question for a moment. “I started keeping it on a chain around my neck. But—”

The doctor pulled the collar of Scrooge’s coat open with a sharp, hasty motion but found nothing underneath.

“Rude.” Scrooge huffed.

“Rude? I’m being rude?” The doctor was yelling now, inches away from Scrooge’s face. “Listen to me, you pathetic, pedantic old man. The witch did not contract me to listen to your blithering inane patter! I have a job to carry out, and I did not ensure a professional reputation of brutal efficiency by babysitting escapees from the old home. I do not care about how much you love your nephew, or the ‘darling’ little anecdotes you have about his childhood, or whatever other nonsense you’d care to spout. All I want to know is where do you keep your di—"

The doctor, wearing a look of utter confusion, reached up to his neck to pull the dart that had just struck him. He drunkenly swung around towards his other hostage who’d he had forgotten about in his agitation. The old man’s nephew was grinning back at him, the contents of his bag spilled out on the floor next to him, and the ballistic dart gun he’d used to initially abduct them underneath his foot. It had taken a good deal of fumbling for Donald to drag the device towards him and accurately aim it at the doctor. But once he did, all it took was a press of a button to fire a shot which Donald had done with his big toe. Dr. Hogel stumbled, then fell to the floor, unconscious, his head hitting the concrete with a nasty thwack upon impact. He cheered himself for saving the day, especially under duress and with less than ideal limitations.

Scrooge pulled out from his loosened restraints and slide off the operating table. “Pity,” he mumbled, “I was just getting to the good part.” Stumbling over the doctor’s prostrate body, wobbling to and fro, Scrooge made his unsteady way over to Donald.

Donald leaned against his bonds in anticipation of being freed. “Great job distracting him, Uncle Scrooge! You played the part of a doting old man perfectly. It was genius! Now untie me and let’s get out of here!”

Scrooge plopped down next to him. Donald waited for him to pull apart the ropes that bound him, but he felt no tug to set him free.

“Uncle Scrooge?”

Scrooge let loose a yawn. “I’m rather tired, sweetie… I think I’ll take a little nap first.”

“No, no, no!” Donald struggled against the ropes. “Uncle Scrooge, don’t go gentle into that good night, alright?”

Scrooge got down on all fours and crawled closer to Donald. He placed his head in Donald’s lap and, with a contented smack of his beak, nestled into a cozy position and promptly fell asleep. The drugs in the old boy’s system must have finally caught up with him for he was happily snoozing away in his nephew’s lap. The familiar feeling of embarrassment settled in Donald’s stomach as he belatedly realized that his uncle’s spiel hadn’t been the clever machination of a man accustomed to escaping harrowing situations, but the drugged prattle of a nostalgic old man. Which meant, everything he had said had been genuine, not part of some ruse. The anecdote, the compliments, his uncle’s adoration, even his misidentification of his nephew as his most precious object—all true. Donald blushed, feeling self-aware despite the fact he was the only one still conscious in this room.

He jostled Scrooge with his knees, trying to wake him up from his slumber, but the duck barely stirred. Before he’d wanted to escape from the dangerous and seemingly criminally insane man who’d trapped them. Now? Now he just wanted to run away before he had to face the utter mortification of being found like this. It wouldn’t take long for someone to realize they were missing or to locate their current position. He couldn’t bear having to tell the newspapers the tale of how they escaped, broadcasting Scrooge’s nostalgia to the entire city. He wiggled futilely against his bonds before slumping forward in defeat. In his mind, he could see the front page of the Duckburg Daily—a large photo, front and center, of Donald ducking his head, trying to hide his face while surrounded by rescue workers. All while a softly snoozing Scrooge cuddled up with him in his lap.

He’d never live it down. Surely, he’d have to skip town.

Christ, couldn’t this doctor have just killed him instead and saved him the embarrassment?

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topmodelsmag · 5 years ago

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Supermodel Lais Ribeiro talks passion and purpose.

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Lais Ribeiro is one of the most hardworking models on the planet. She’s walked countless runways (Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Versace, Dolce & Gabbana, among others) and has been photographed for high-fashion glossies all over the world. But today, she’s laughing and chatting with me about her 11-year-old son Alexandre’s obsession with TikTok and her deep love of guacamole. She’s got that kind of pure and genuine energy that is infectious—the kind of energy that just makes you want to become her best friend. And after speaking with her for only a few minutes, it becomes very clear to me why her success has lasted more than a decade. Sure, she has the face and body of a goddess, but it’s her attitude of gratitude that has given her career such longevity. A lot of that, she says, she owes to becoming a mother in 2008, when she was just 18 years old. “I’m thankful that I was a mom before I started modeling,” she says. “I have so many things going on, but he makes me feel grounded and has given me a purpose in life. I’m doing this for him. I want him to be proud of me and I want to give him the best life possible.”

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A year after giving birth to her son, Ribeiro was studying to become a nurse in her hometown of Miguel Alves in the northeast region of Brazil. But little did she know that her studies were about to be put on hold—indefinitely. Ribeiro was chosen by modeling scouts to walk in the Sao Paulo and Rio Fashion Week runways, and from there it was straight to New York Fashion Week. She relocated to New York City in 2009 to pursue what would become a very successful modeling career. “It was tough,” she says of being away from her son. “We spent five years separated because I was just starting out and I didn’t have the setup to have him here [in NYC], so he had to stay with my family in Brazil,” she says. “When I brought him here, it was one of the happiest days of my life.”

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These days life is pure bliss for Ribeiro, who is in the midst of planning her upcoming nuptials to fiance and NBA baller Joakim Noah. (They’ll tie the knot in Brazil this summer. “It’ll be a party!” she promises.) But Ribeiro is also working toward a cause that’s very close to her heart. In 2013, her son was diagnosed with autism, and she’s made it her goal to use her platform to raise awareness and compassion. Because, as she tells me during our chat, her most important job is being a mother. Here, Ribeiro shares her inspiring journey to success, and how she finds balance as a supermodel and a supermom.

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Tell us about your hometown of Miguel Alves in Brazil.

I am in love with Brazil. I grew up by the river. We don’t have a beach in my hometown. Still to this day I take Alexandre there. We do fires by the river, and we fish with family and my best friends who I grew up with. I try to go back twice a year.

Take us back to the beginning of your modeling career. What was your first big break?

I was going to school to be a nurse. But a friend of mine was a model and told me about a contest they were doing in Sao Paulo. I didn’t think I had a chance because in the north, the [models] were very tall and thin. I didn’t think they’d be interested in Brazilians. But my friend insisted, and then the scouters from Sao Paulo came down [to my hometown] and chose me. Everything happened really fast. I stayed in Sao Paulo for three months. It was tough, because I had already had my kid. I was about to go back home and continue school, but then Fashion Week happened in Sao Paulo and Rio in Brazil. Scouters from New York came to Sao Paulo and they liked me, so I came to New York in 2009. My first job in NYC was Fashion Week, but campaignwise, it was Gap. I remember there was a big Gap store in Union Square, and I saw my face on the windows. I would pass by all the time just to see it because I couldn’t believe it. It was pretty cool.

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What’s it like to balance your modeling career with motherhood?

I thank God I’m traveling less now. It’s still a little complicated, but he understands that Mama is working hard for the future and he’s proud. I miss him a lot when I travel, but it’s always so good to come home to him. He’s always so happy. He’s a very special one.

You also opened up on Instagram about his autism diagnosis. April is Autism Awareness Month. How can we get involved?

I always wanted to be involved with a charity that made sense for me, and I am working with my agency to put something together to use my voice for a good cause, especially because of my son. We have to understand more of what their needs are. I have to understand more. That’s why we’re trying to put something together and work closely with a charity that brings awareness to everyone. It’s in the process.

You have more than 2 million followers on Instagram. What’s it like to share such a big moment with so many people?

It’s crazy. Technology and Instagram play a very big role in our lives, and it can be good for us to have a voice. I try to post pictures of natural moments, not only professional moments, because I want people to know me, my personality, that I have a son, that I work, that I have fun. I think it’s pretty cool that we can inspire people to do good things. But it can also consume a lot of our time, so I try to balance that.

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There are a lot of changes happening in the fashion industry since you started modeling in 2009. How do you think the industry is changing for the better?

The industry is slowly learning and changing its perspective of beauty and being more inclusive and diverse. And that makes me really happy. Before it was straightforward. It had to be one way. It’s good for people to see and relate to the people who are in the campaign. I think what’s happening now in the industry is great.

What’s been your favorite experience in your career?

It actually just happened. I filmed a reality TV show in Brazil and it’s about diversity. It’s called Born to Fashion. It’s the same concept of America’s Next Top Model, but with transgender models. It was really beautiful to learn their stories and their struggles. It’s the first TV show in Brazil that’s giving them a voice and allowing them to express themselves and open people’s minds. I’m really excited for that. It’s airing in Brazil this May.

Who is somebody who you want to work with who you haven’t collaborated with yet?

Oh my gosh—there are so many! I was never a makeup girl, but lately I’ve been getting into it. I’ve been doing makeup tutorials on YouTube. I did one recently that was a Carnival look. But during fashion shows, I would always sit in Pat McGrath’s chair and she would do makeup so well. I would love to have a collaboration with her.

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How do you prep for a big shoot?

I think being in front of the camera is something that we get used to. As a new face, you’re a little scared. You just have to find yourself—you have to find your confidence and be aware of the people around you. As a model you have to be at peace with yourself and everything else will follow. And skincare is important...

Yes, and your skin is so flawless. How can we achieve that glow?

I use cleansers because I wear a lot of makeup all the time for work. And I love Clarins Hydra-Essentiel lotion. I use it every single day, every time I’m getting out of the shower. And I do the sauna every day as well. It’s really good for the skin, and it’s good for stress and sleeping—everything. And the sun is good for the skin. Be tan!

What does your fitness routine look like?

My favorite workout is Pilates. (I do not like to run!) I love Pilates because it engages every single muscle of your body. I also lift weights here and there, and I train with my fiance. He’s pushing me. It’s been really good to see how focused he is because he’s an athlete. It excites me and I want to do the same. And I love boxing because you have to be present and you don’t think about anything else. You’re just there.

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Speaking of your fiance, do you have a wedding date set?

Oh boy. I’ve been planning! My dream wedding will be at the beach in Brazil next summer. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and the list is just getting bigger and bigger, which scares me. We have almost everything settled now. We have friends all over the world and it’s a little hard to get everybody together, but we are working on it. But I promise you, it’ll be really fun!

What do you love to do when you’re in Miami?

Sip a margarita on the beach! I also love to get sushi at Azabu.

Your mantra for 2020?

Be present. Live in the moment because you never know what is going to happen tomorrow.

Lais Up Close

The model answers our rapid fire-questions.

The show you’re binge-watching? Grace and Frankie. They’re so funny!

Hidden talents? Volleyball. I play really well. See, I’m so humble!

Last movie that made you cry? The Joker.

What stresses you out? I’m such a Libra. I don’t like when people are unfair. I like balance and justice.

What relaxes you? Hanging out and playing with my kid.

What’s the emoji you most commonly use? The emoji that’s crying and laughing tears. Or the salsa dancer.

What’s the weirdest app that you have on your phone? My son has so many apps on my phone, it’s crazy. He’s obsessed with TikTok. It’s very creative.

First thing you thought when your alarm went off this morning? I was thinking that my trainer told me to wake up too early and I was a little bit mad at him!

Celeb crush? My fiance. I’m an engaged woman! What are you trying to do?

Cheat meal? French fries. Pizza. Pasta. And guacamole! If I see it, it’s gone. I can’t resist guacamole.

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longbottom-alice · 2 years ago

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the loud noise of the warning alarm woke alice from another of her nightmares. they had been frequent since frank left. all versions of the same situation. Last night’s had been much worse than usual. she was surprised she'd managed to sleep at all. she'd been a mess from the second that alastor showed up at her door, telling her frank had missed his last few check ins. it had been difficult not to think the worst and with alastor trying to give her the good news that they'd captured on of fenrir's pack she hadn't been able to stop herself from sneaking out to try get any kind of information. it had been a desperate move. one she knew had been a stupid decision. a pointless one too, he'd all but laughed in her face whilst she tried to hold back tears. alice grabbed her wand from the bedside table and she moved carefully in to the living room. the warning sound meant one thing; an intruder. she cursed the fact that augusta would be out of the house, as she always was at this time on tuesdays. as much as she hated to admit it being pregnant made her less efficient. less dexterous. she half crawled her way to the nearest window, carefully looking out to assess the threat. she nearly choked on the intake of breath she made as she realised who it was. alice didn't waste a second running out to meet him in their garden. "frank" she called as she headed towards him, all but crashing into him. "what happened? alastor said you missed the check ins- shit you're bleeding, what happened? Are you okay?- merlin you had me worried- i thought that- and fuck- ive missed you so much- i’m so glad you’re here- i love you" alice could stop herself from rambling, so many different emotions hitting her at once as she tried to assess his wound. the fact that he'd got himself here, meant he couldn't be that hurt, surely.

#✗ — i’m not flawless but i got a diamond heart (chat)#✗ — when i'm close to you dear; the stars fill the sky (frank)

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chocoluckchipz · 6 years ago

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Forbidden Love That Wasn’t - 5

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The upbeat tunes pulsating through the room did little to soothe Adrien's nerves. If anything, it only intensified the rush of blood in his veins. People, moving around, dancing, chatting, greeting him, filled the room with chaos, edging on a border of overbearing. Adrien looked around, searching for the person who was on his mind, both hoping and dreading to find her. How in the world would he be able to talk to her today, Adrien didn't know, but that had to be done.

"Hey, Adrien! Kagami! We are here," Nino called from one of the private niches somewhere to the side. Kagami grabbed Adrien’s arm and pulled him in that direction. Alya, Nino and Luka were already present, sitting on couches encircling the niche and chatted. Nino stood up to meet them as Kagami, slightly nodding at the group as a greeting, proceeded to sit in one of the empty seats.

“Yo, dude!” Nino wrapped his arm around Adrien’s shoulder and grinned. “I see you made yourself extra pretty today.”

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Adrien nervously chuckled, scanning the crowd around. If Luka was here, that could only mean that-

“Looking for someone?” Alya quirk an eyebrow, observing Adrien.

“Ah, no.” Adrien snapped his eyes back to his friends, sitting down beside Kagami. “Actually yes. I was checking if any of the people I need to talk to were here already.”

“Like?”

“Mostly Father’s acquaintances and colleagues. Business relations. Why?”

“Someone I might be interested in?” Alya asked, sipping from her drink.

“Only if you want to write for a fashion section of your magazine.”

“No, thank you,” Alya puffed. "But do inform me if any of them will get involved in any kind of political intrigue or a scandal.”

“Will do," Adrien nodded. Alya turned to Kagami and his eyes briefly returned to the crowd. This time he was more careful, though, switching his attention to his friends regularly and even somewhat upkeeping the conversation.

“I should probably go find Marinette,” Luka said, standing up from the couch. "She's been gone for too long and might need help with those drinks."

"She'll be fine," Alya said, placing her glass on a coffee table in the middle. "Knowing her, she probably just took some extra time powdering her nose at the lady's room before getting to the bar."

“Speaking of drinks,” Kagami perked up. “Adrien, would you mind bringing me Rose Cocktail?”

“Not a problem." He immediately rose up. “Does anyone else want anything?”

“Nah.” Nino yawned. “We've got ours already.”

“Marinette’s getting mine,” Luka added.

“Alright,” Adrien said. “I’ll be right back then.”

With an eager stride, he headed into the bar’s direction. The crowd got pretty thick by now, and he couldn't stop looking around, often stepping ahead without watching. So, it was no surprise that a dozen or so steps into his route Adrien bumped into someone. The woman gasped and tried to balance glasses in her hands. She didn't fall down herself only because Adrien had caught her on instinct just in time. However, whatever was the content of those glasses spilled all over her dress and his outfit.

"I'm so sorry," Adrien apologized as soon as he straightened them up and let her go. He reached into his pocket for a handkerchief and only then looked at the girl before him. His breathing halted because locked on his were the eyes of the sky colour, framed in the longest of the eyelashes, set on flawless porcelain skin, entrapped by the dark hair of the person he knew very well. Her lips were slightly parted as she blinked at him and whispered, “Adrien?”

A treacherous smile sneaked onto Adrien’s face. “Marinette,” he breathed out, afraid to move an inch, in case she was a mirage. She looked gorgeous. Her dark pink knee-length dress looked simple and comfortable for a night of dancing, and yet it presented sophisticated enough to fit into Gabriel’s standards for the high fashion after-party. Her hair was gathered into an elegant updo, and Adrien instantly regretted that Marinette rarely wore that hairstyle - it looked incredible on her. He noticed she wore the necklace he gave her for her last birthday – a cherry blossom flower set in pink gold with a diamond centre and surrounded by a trio of pearls. His eyes darted to her ears to check if the pair of matching earrings had finally made it to her ears but no such luck. Yet just for a moment, Adrien found himself gawking. Marinette did have a great taste and knew how to present herself. Even his father recognized that and took her under his wing after years of refusing to even entertain the idea of a protégé. Just look at her now. Adrien dropped his gaze, feeling his heart tightening. It was irrational, he knew, but the thought that Marinette dressed up for Luka tonight somehow didn't sit right with him.

A moment later, Marinette's exasperated groan as she assessed the damages brought Adrien out of his trance.

“I’m so sorry.” He rushed to offered her his handkerchief, his sight following hers to a bright red stain starting from her chest area and all the way down to her hips. "I ruined your dress,” he murmured lost for anything else to say.

“No, that’s fine.” Marinette smiled at him. “I should be able to save it. With my level of clumsiness and years of experience, I've developed an almost foolproof system for such accidents, so don't worry."

Smiling, she looked at him the way she always did, full of love and kindness, but this time Adrien's heart skipped a beat. Gosh, she was so beautiful and he missed her so much and all he wanted to do was to wrap her up into his arms and give her a tight squeeze and-

"Your shirt is ruined, though," Marinette remarked. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Adrien replied, not taking his eyes off her. "It's old, so an excuse to throw it away is more than welcome."

Marinette skeptically raised an eyebrow. “It’s from this season’s collection, Adrien.”

"I guess then I am a spoiled, filthy-rich brat who doesn't wear anything a month after it's out."

“Sure you are,” Marinette giggled. “Tell that to your pants. They are at least three years old.”

"They are classy and wear well," Adrien pouted, ignoring the warmth that covered the tips of his ears - Marinette was paying attention to his pants? "I happened to love them a lot."

"Adrien? What- Oh!" Kagami stopped in her tracks once she noticed the red stains on the pair's clothes.

"I'm so sorry, Kagami," Marinette rushed to apologize. "It's all my fault. I was carrying-"

“Hey!” Adrien protested. “It was me who bumped into you. How is it your fault? Clearly-”

“Yeah, but if I would’ve paid more attention to where I was going, then-"

“Not buying it, Marinette. Let’s just agree that it was my-”

“Girls! Girls!” Kagami interrupted, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You are both pretty and both guilty. Still such children, I cannot take it."

"What happen- Whoa! Girl!" Alya whistled coming from behind Kagami. "I thought you said you wore red for luck today, not for another disaster."

“I guess it’s not red enough.” Marinette shrugged her shoulders, a soft smile playing on her lips as the rest of their company joined them. Nino was more or less accustomed to those kinds of accidents but Luka looked concerned.

"I assume you don't have a spare, gorgeous dress on you by any chance?" Alya asked skeptically.

“Despite my reputation, I didn’t exactly plan to soak myself in wine, Alya.”

“Then I should probably take you home to change,” Luka offered. “I’m sure we can make it back in an hour or so.”

“I guess that’s our only solution,” Marinette nodded.

"No wait," Kagami interfered, folding her arms over her chest. "Adrien has to go home to change as well, right?"

“I’m afraid so,” Adrien agreed. “Red stains on a light shirt isn’t exactly trending these days.”

“Then why don’t you take Marinette-” Kagami suddenly paused as her eyes fell on a security officer by the door. “Say, Adrien. You do have access to the offices upstairs anytime you want?”

“Well, technically yes, I do,” he replied, frowning. “Why?”

“There are rooms full of clothes over there, are there not?" Kagami asked, not really expecting an answer. “I am sure Gabriel wouldn’t mind if you two borrow a few of his pieces for the night.”

None of the group said a word for a few moments because the truth was that the party was held on the first floor of Gabriel’s offices and there were indeed rooms full of clothes upstairs. And Adrien, had unlimited access to go anywhere he wanted to go and to take anything he wanted to take. So, if he wanted, he could borrow clothes and let Marinette do the same.

“Well, theoretically-”

"Good," Kagami nodded. "Then it is settled. Go change and give something to Marinette, so no one has to leave anywhere.”

Adrien glanced at Marinette. She was looking at Alya, then Nino and Luka, then back to Alya with a lost expression on her face.

“Marinette?” Adrien said, touching her shoulder lightly. “If you don’t want to do that, I can take you home or—" he sighed, “—Luka can take you home-”

“Nonsense,” Kagami interfered. “It looked like raining when we were coming in and as far as I know Luka doesn't have a car, right?” She glanced at the young man in question, and he shook his head. "Adrien will be changing here so if you go home with Luka, Marinette, I doubt either of you will come back. You do not want to miss this party, do you? And frankly, I don't see why you would even consider wasting our time going home if there are clothes available right here.”

“Well, it does make sense," Alya added. "Plus, I'm sure Gabriel has some impressive dresses up there. Come one, Mari," she nudged. "Don't you want to wear a Gabriel exclusive for the evening?"

“I-”

“He won’t fire you,” Adrien ensured her. “I promise.”

“Go for it, dude,” Nino added and winked. “You might not get another chance.”

It took her another moment, but then Marinette sighed and finally murmured her agreement.

“We’ll be back soon,” Adrien said, taking Marinette by her hand and leading them through the crowd of people to the security guard to pick up an access card. They walked in silence until Marinette tried to apologize again and voice her doubts about borrowing from his father's collection. Adrien only insisted that the fault was entirely his and as long as they would return the pieces intact the next day there were absolutely no issues with loaning some clothes.

“In fact, we’d be a walking advertisement for him, and people usually get paid for this," Adrien was convincing her. "Father is lucky we're so nice to do it for free. And I mean I'm a supermodel, and you are gorgeous, so he is saving a lot of money right there."

Rapidly blushing, Marinette giggled and Adrien chuckled himself. Yet despite the usual banter, it felt awkward. It felt stiff. Adrien couldn’t focus. He yearned to ask more, longed to know about her week, about how she’d managed and if she’d learned whatever lessons his father insisted she had to learn this time, but all he could focus on was one thing – this was possibly his chance to finally talk to Marinette. They'd be alone for some time, and Kagami promised to entertain Luka for the time being. Technically Adrien could- He shook his head and tightened his hold on Marinette's hand. He delayed breaking up with Kagami to let her enjoy this party. Why would he hurt Marinette at the same time? She deserved more than anyone to have fun today. She worked so hard these past few weeks. He couldn't do this today. The talk needed to be done, but it could wait a little longer.

The needed room was soon reached, and upon entering, Adrien flicked on the lights. Marinette immediately headed towards the women’s wardrobe, pulling her hand away from his grasp. Adrien stilled for a second, disappointed by the sudden loss of warmth and comfort in his palm. He didn’t even realize they were still holding hands so natural it felt.

“I’ll take this one,” Marinette blurred out, clearly picking out the first dress off the rack.

Adrien frowned and shook his head. “No.”

“Why not?” Marinette protested and glanced at the garment in her hands.

Adrien couldn't hold back a chuckle as she groaned. “Yeah. I didn’t think you were into the whole ‘Dracula meets the Fairy Queen in Wonderland while attending the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party’ look.”

Pouting, Marinette narrowed her eyes at him and put the dress back. It was one of those utterly ridiculous pieces every high designer had to produce. “Art for art’s sake,” Gabriel told her. “A creative expression that is made to marvel at rather than be worn." That specific dress was amongst a few other similar pieces that Marinette absolutely despised.

“Here,” Adrien walked a little further and pulled out a different dress. It was a shimmering floor-length gown with full sleeves, high neckline and a flared skirt. Despite the complete coverage, its fabric and cut made it look elegant and airy, almost ethereal. Gabriel called it “Moonlight.”

“You’ll look stunning in this one,” Adrien smiled, offering the gown to Marinette. That dress was one of her favourite pieces this season. Adrien knew that. She had told him that multiple times herself. A chance to wear it would be like a dream come true, and even Adrien could predict that in that gown Marinette would look absolutely stunning.

“I don’t know,” Marinette replied quietly. “It’s a bit too fancy for this party.”

"Come on, Mari," he almost begged. "With how much you've worked for this week to be a success you deserve to look fancy. You deserve this.”

“I won’t be able to move around much in it.”

"I'm sure it's more comfortable than it looks," he insisted. "Just try it on, and if it doesn't work, we can always find something else.”

He could see the hesitation lingering on her face for only a few more moments before she gave in. “Alright. But it’s only fair that I pick your outfit. And I think I know exactly what would fit you, M Agreste."

“I am intrigued, Mlle Dupain-Cheng. Do you really think you can make me look more gorgeous than I was before the unfortunate accident, oh great and powerful, the one and only protégé of Gabriel Agreste?”

"Just watch me," she winked and disappeared somewhere between the racks. In a few minutes, she emerged back with an ensemble in her hands.

“A black shirt and black jeans?" Adrien pouted. "That's so-"

“Don't rush with your verdict before you put this on,” Marinette interrupted. “Black is your colour. This shirt was tailored specifically for you and as such will bring out the best of your features and these jeans, as you say, are from your father’s formal wear collection. They’re still complying with the party’s dress code despite being a bit more casual than a pair of regular trousers but you'll also look a lot sexier in them.”

"I don't think I can look sexier than I already am," Adrien claimed with a straight face.

Marinette couldn't help but laugh. "You are so humble, you know."

"Well," he grinned laughing. "If no one else around here going to compliment me, why can’t I do that myself?”

"You are very pretty," Marinette smiled at him, and Adrien felt the world stop. “But I’m sure Kagami won’t mind you looking even better and will appreciate my efforts.” She pushed the clothes into his hands and took the dress out of his. “I’ll turn off the lights and change behind that screen. No peeking or you are dead.”

“That would be the sweetest death possible,” Adrien teased, fully expecting Marinette to rebuke him or, maybe, playfully smack his shoulder. Possibly, threaten him. Yet she said nothing. Her face went crimson, and she silently stomped away to her side of the room, switching the lights off on her way.

With the room back to darkness, Adrien didn’t waste any time. He quickly hid behind some of the racks and changed. The sky outside was dark and covered with clouds in preparation for a storm, but there was still some light coming in from the streetlights so Adrien could see himself more or less clearly in the mirror standing by one of the windows. Marinette was right – he did look rather good in those seemingly simple pieces. Perfect fit and sizing and one of his favourite colours. Satisfied, he stuck his soiled clothes in one of the bags lying around and sat on a nearby random box to wait for Marinette who still hadn’t emerged. He finally heard her whisper only about five minutes later, "Adrien?"

“Yes!” Jolting to an upright position, he tried to distinguish where she was, but the room looked as human-deprived as before.

“Could you—” the voice was coming from behind the screen by the window on the opposite side, the one Marinette vanished behind earlier. “Could you- help me?”

“Ah. Of course. Should I cover my eyes or are you in the clear?”

“You can keep them open if you don’t mind seeing my back.”

“Well, after our photoshoot-” Adrien chuckled coming closer but stopped as soon as Marinette came into view. She stood half turned to him, bathing in the soft light trickling from the window; her lips a bit ajar, eyes, though shyly, focused on him. The dress- Marinette in that dress looked absolutely breathtaking. Adrien sucked in air. If he didn’t know who she was, there would be no doubt in his mind, that that was Aphrodite herself, the pinnacle of Beauty who for some inexplicable reason was allowing him, a mere unworthy mortal, to behold her presence. His mind went blank, heart sprinting in a mad rush it’d never gone before. Breathing had never been so hard.

“I’m sorry,” Marinette whispered, her sight falling to the floor. “I was trying to deal with them myself, but I guess it's impossible. Could you help me out a little?”

Adrien swallowed and nodded, slowly walking closer. Marinette turned to face the window, revealing to him a row of tiny buttons going from the small of her back all the way up. She’d only managed a few from the bottom, and as he was fastening the rest, Adrien couldn’t help but steal a peek at the perfect, graceful curve of her back. His hands trembled, aching to touch, as the memory of just how soft Marinette’s skin was hit Adrien. Instinctively, he leaned closer and caught her scent. His throat went dry, and everything around seemed to blur. Adrien closed his eyes and almost growled, his hands working slower and slower on those buttons. This wasn’t happening. Not again. He couldn’t. She was his friend- This was not how it-

The thunder struck somewhere in the distance, splitting the silence of the room. Adrien snapped his eyes open and looked at Marinette. She seemed to be frozen in place. He couldn’t even tell if she was breathing, she stood so still.

Barely breathing himself, Adrien finally allowed the thoughts that he’d been suppressing for the last two weeks if not longer to avalanche into his mind. He loved Ladybug, but she didn't want him. He gave Kagami a chance but spending more time together only proved that that was a mistake. Kagami wasn’t what he needed. Yes, she was very similar to him, but she also was everything he was trying to escape from. Rules, expectations, perfection, achievements. Adrien had had enough of those for his whole life. He wanted something more. Something different. He wanted warmth, laughter and trust. He needed intimacy. He ached for love. For different reasons but neither Kagami nor Ladybug could give that to him.

Marinette, on the other hand- Marinette was warmth and comfort, she was laughter and smiles, she was tears of joy and hugs to make him feel better, she was acceptance and love. His best friend, someone who liked his lame jokes and baked him treats. Someone who loved him and cared about him so much that she’d put aside her own happiness for the sake of his. Someone who wasn’t perfect but who also knew all of his quirks and accepted them, accepted him just the way he was. Someone who could understand him, and when she couldn't she tried her best. Someone incredibly beautiful inside and out. Spending time with Marinette only left him hungry for more. Being away felt like torture. She was everything Adrien craved for, everything he lacked. And she managed to be that for him while being his ‘just a friend’.

However, now- now he found himself yearning for more. Marinette- The memories of their photoshoots- The warmth of her embrace, the comfort of holding her close, his fingers against her skin, running along every curve of her body, teasing, enticing, her touch on his chest, his face, his arms, her lips so close, her breath burning against his lips-

The thunder struck again, concealing a low rumble from the back of Adrien’s throat, as he struggled to restrain himself from pressing Marinette against the wall and kissing her senseless. His hands came to a standstill as the question he was dreading to ask himself finally broke through. Was he- was he still in love with Ladybug if that was Marinette who constantly hovered on his mind these days? If it was Marinette and not his partner who made him feel like this? If it was Marinette without whom he couldn’t imagine his life anymore? Not Ladybug. Slowly Adrien got used to seeing her less and less, and to be honest, he didn’t even feel that bad about it. But if the last week had proven anything, it was that Adrien's days were bleak and grey without Marinette. Sure, they still texted every day, but that wasn't enough. Not even nearly enough for him. And Nino was right. Adrien did spend more time than usual preparing for today. How could he not? He was going to see Marinette. Being with her was just so- Was it really only lust or was it something more?

Boom!

The loud sound roared through the room once again, followed by a sound of heavy rain finally coming down. A soft whiff of air escaped Adrien’s lips as he smiled to himself. Of course. How did he not realize it sooner? His heart had changed owners and he didn't even notice. As if on autopilot, his arms, leaving the buttons, slowly reached forward and wreathed around Marinette's middle from behind, pulling her flush against his chest. He leaned forward and buried his face at the base of her neck, letting her name slip from his tongue, and as it did his lips brushed lightly against her skin. Marinette stiffed and half-turned her head to look at him.

“Adrien?”

He only hummed in the crook of her neck, nuzzling her skin.

“I didn’t know you were that afraid of thunder," she said quietly, her body feeling more and more tense in his arms with every passing moment. Adrien smiled. There it was – a classic Marinette. Giving him an escape route, as always. All he had to do now was to admit to suddenly developing an astraphobia and laugh it off, and they could go back to their normal selves. Only Adrien didn't want that anymore. So instead he asked, "Is it too late to hope that you're still in love with me?”

Marinette froze. Adrien couldn't even hear her breathe, yet he was confident that the wildly-paced heartbeat he felt was hers. He pressed her closer. “Please, tell me I’m not too late.”

“You knew?”

“For a few weeks now.”

“How?”

“The day I told you about Kagami in that café, I returned for my keys before Nino saw them.”

Marinette flinched. “Adrien, I- You don’t have to- I’ll be fine- and Kagami- She is perfect for you-”

Adrien stopped her by turning her around to face him, never letting her out of his embrace. His eyes locked on Marinette’s as he tenderly brushed away the hair from her cheek.

"None of that answers my question."

"It doesn't matter." Marinette smiled, her lips trembling, eyes quickly filling with tears. "You made a choice, and I respect it."

"I made a mistake, and I want to fix it," Adrien replied. "Marinette, I-" His sight fell on her lips, and he swallowed. "I- I think-"

Adrien wanted to explain, but tears slowly started to roll from Marinette's eyes despite her desperately trying to smile and show him that everything was alright, that she was just fine. His heart ached at her struggle, arms tightening around her fragile frame in the acute need to protect and to comfort the one he now knew he loved. He didn’t know how, though, and he didn't have time to contemplate. So, without thinking, Adrien did something that surprised even him. Holding her gaze, he leaned forward excruciatingly slowly and caught Marinette’s lips in a kiss. He kissed her gently, his lips barely moving, silently whispering to her everything he wanted to tell - apologizes, confessions and promises- in touch so seemingly insignificant yet so intimate, tender and profound, it changed his world instantly. The kiss was short, but when Adrien pulled back there was no doubt in his mind – Marinette was the one he was looking for.

“I’m -” Adrien breathed out. “I’m in love with you, Marinette. Please, tell me I didn’t realize it too late.”

Marinette replied with a quiet voice as another lighting stroke, and her face shined again. “I always loved you, Adrien. I never stopped. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able not to love you.”

Without hesitation, Adrien pulled her into another kiss, this one full of passion and fervour he couldn’t contain anymore. Marinette gasped at first, but as Adrien drew her flush against himself, she melted into his embrace. Her hands wrapped at the nape of his neck, as he, taking her by the hips, lifted her up and seated her on a nearby wall side-table to even out their heights. Briefly, Adrien let her lips go and trailed kisses down her neck and back up – thankfully he didn’t fasten all of those buttons – capturing her mouth once again. In that short period, Adrien heard his name slipped from Marinette's lips, and that was the most arousing sound he’d ever heard, so instinctively he pushed forward, pressing Marinette against the wall and deepening the kiss. This was where he belonged - in Marinette’s arms. His own arms tightened around her so much he didn’t know anymore where was he and where was Marinette. It was just them. Them as a whole, as a unit, unified by love and this kiss. And when Marinette pulled away he didn't want to let her go, trying to follow but she withdrew even further, getting off the table and stepping aside.

“I’m sorry, Adrien, but we can’t do that,” she whispered, looking what Adrien deemed to be upset or even scared, though, the reasons for that remained a mystery to him. “You have Kagami. I can’t do that,” she repeated.

Confused, Adrien tried to reach for her. “But I love you, Marinette.”

“Yet—” She stepped away even more. “—you’re dating Kagami.”

“I’ve already decided to end it.”

“Adrien,” Marinette insisted, her voice suddenly breaking. “I can’t do that. You can’t do that. You aren’t thinking clearly right now. It’s just a momentary weakness.”

“It’s not a momentary weakness, Marinette,” Adrien protested. “I honestly-"

“No! You’re just not realizing it," Marinette said stepping away even further. "It’s just lust- from that photoshoot- I went too far- I’m so sorry- it can’t be love-”

“Why? Marinette, why can’t it be love?”

“Because it doesn’t make sense!” she cried out, tears starting to spill out of her eyes again. "I was always there for you but always a friend- you always said I’m nothing more than a friend- you told me that for years. You told me that last week- and now suddenly you love me? Adrien- this- No- it's because we were- that photoshoot- it can’t be love- you would’ve seen me before- you would’ve noticed- but you- you never did- never- you never saw me, Adrien! And now you suddenly do? After that photoshoot-”

“Marinette-” Adrien tried to reach out to her, but she just shook her head and took another step back.

“I can’t do this- You are Kagami’s boyfriend- I can’t-”

“Marinette-” Adrien made a mistake of stepping closer because as soon as he did Marinette snatched her purse and her clothes from a nearby stool and dashed away. After a short hesitation, Adrien rushed after her, and since running in a high-fashion gown that was a little long on her and with a bundle of clothes in her hands wasn't very efficient, he easily caught up, sped right past, stopped ahead and caught her in his arms.

Marinette couldn’t stop in time to avoid Adrien but once she found herself pressed flush against his chest, she didn’t pull back. Instead, she let her tears flow and whispered, “Why do you do this, Adrien? Why do you not see me for years and only when you become unattainable you say you love me? I was working so hard to get over you.” She trembled in his arm as tears rolled down her cheeks. He only pulled her closer as she added, “Why do you have to hurt me so much?”

“I’m sorry,” Adrien whispered into the top of her head. “I’m so sorry, Marinette. I am an idiot. I admit it. It was dumb and stupid of me not to notice you before. I-" he paused and inhaled before murmuring, "I had my attention somewhere else."

Marinette tensed as he continued, “I'm only human, Marinette, and I make mistakes. It takes me time to realize things, and I take wrong turns all the time, and I'm sorry, I know my obliviousness doesn’t help my case- and yes, you’re right - that photoshoot did help me to see you in a different light but, Marinette it helped me it didn’t start the process because you’ve already meant so much to me. I just needed a little push to see that, and that did it.”

Adrien felt Marinette almost curl on herself in his arms so he lightly nuzzled her hair and added, "I know the situation isn't ideal, but can we at least try? I love you, and you love me so can we give us a chance?”

“You aren’t free to give us a chance,” Marinette replied. “I would never forgive myself for stealing a boyfriend from a friend. Kagami loves you.”

Adrien sighed. "I was practically forced into that relationship. My father had this weird idea that I absolutely needed a girlfriend, and I thought that maybe it would help me to move on from someone who never returned my feelings, so I agreed. But he didn't give me much time to choose, so I made a mistake. I choose Kagami because I knew she liked me and I thought she would be perfect for me, but I was wrong. I mean, Kagami is great, and I am sure she'll make someone very happy, but it isn't going to be me. She isn't what I need. You are. I was trying. I swear, I was trying to fall in love with Kagami, but it isn’t happening. And at the same time, I’ve been trying my best to resist these newfound feelings for you and I can’t. They completely overwhelm me. I love you, Marinette. I love you so much I don't know if I can handle it.”

Marinette hid her face in his chest, her purse and the clothes in her hands falling to the floor as she gripped his shirt and cried. She tried to say something through her sobs but couldn't. There were only a few coherent words that Adrien distinguished, but those were enough to understand that Marinette hated the idea of breaking up someone's relationship. She loathed to be the other woman or steal a boyfriend from a friend who she knew loved him.

"Kagami knows I don't love her," Adrien responded, softly running his hands up and down Marinette's back in an attempt to comfort her. “I was always honest with her about that. I know it will be difficult, but she is our friend. She’ll understand.”

Marinette only snuggled closer to him.

"And," he continued. "You aren't breaking up anyone. I told you I’d already decided yesterday that it has to end. I'm just waiting for Fashion Week to be over so we can deal with it in private."

Marinette raised her face to him. Her eyes were full of tears, and yet he saw a little hope glimmering amongst the hesitation. His first instinct was to grab onto that and- Adrien stilled. The last thing he needed now was to push. He spent years pushing Ladybug, and it got him nowhere. If anything, it got him farther from his goal. He could lose Marinette too if he continued this way and that was the last thing Adrien wanted. He couldn't lose her as a friend; he dared to dream of a much happier ending than that. Therefore, this had to be done the right way.

“You aren’t stealing anyone from anyone. I promise,” Adrien reassured her, pulling away. He leaned down, picking up Marinette’s things and added, “I am done pretending I'm fine with stringing a friend along while loving another. It isn't fair to Kagami or me or you, but, please, please, don’t guilt yourself. It couldn’t be your fault. I hadn’t even realized I was in love with you until just now and in fact, I was planning to talk to you tomorrow and tell you I knew about your feelings and- and I was going to tell you I don’t love you so you could move on.”

“Oh."

“Yeah,” Adrien nervously chuckled. “But then I saw you in there, and you were so beautiful, and I couldn’t even think about losing you, so it just all clicked and- and I realized how helplessly in love I'm with you."

There it was – that adorable blush on Marinette’s cheeks and a tiny genuine smile on her lips.

“But I won’t force myself on you, Marinette. I'm sorry for my behaviour back there. I should’ve kept myself in check.”

“I let myself go too,” Marinette replied. “I-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he interrupted.

“Kissing someone else’s boyfriend is not exactly the pinnacle of decency.”

“I kissed you first,” Adrien rebuked, his eyes glazing over her lips. “You would’ve never kissed me back if I didn’t do that first.”

"You're right," Marinette suddenly smirked. "It’s your fault-”

“Meanie,” Adrien pouted. "Couldn't we shared the blame?"

“Your fault," Marinette continued. "For being so handsome and charming, I couldn't resist you."

Adrien snorted and laughed. "Alright, alright. I accept my defeat. I'm to blame entirely."

Marinette stuck her tongue at him and fell silent. He locked his eyes on her as well and didn't say a word. For a few moments, they simply stood there, looking at each other until Adrien cleared his throat and asked, "Will you think about it? About us? We could wait for things to settle down before deciding on anything if you want. I’ll wait for you - it’ll be worth it. And if you decide that we’d better remain friends, then I’ll accept that too. I promise.”

Without words, Marinette nodded and took her things from his hands.

“Thank you,” Adrien whispered, gently brushing her hair in its place. "Should we go back then?"

“Would you mind if I go home instead?”

Adrien shook his head. “Not at all. I don’t feel like going down there myself.”

“But unlike me, you have to.”

"I do," he groaned. "The perks of being an Agreste."

“You’ll survive,” Marinette giggled. “But do apologize to Luka for me.”

“Of course. Do you have a ride?”

“I’ll take a taxi.”

“That won’t do,” Adrien protested. “I’ll have my driver take you home.”

“Oh, no need. I can manage-"

“Marinette,” Adrien interrupted. “It’s night and storming out there. I want you home safe and don't blame me, but I don't trust random taxi drivers at night with you looking so incredibly beautiful. Someone might steal you away, and then I'll die of sorrow,” he wailed dramatically. “We'll be the New Age Romeo and Juliet, and Alya will write our tragic love story that never happened in a play with Nino composing the most touching music for it. Do you really want that? People will be devastated after watching it, crying in anguish and misery for our lost happiness. Plus," he coked his head to the side and winked at her. "Just think about what my father would do when he finds out that one of his precious dresses was in a public taxi. Can you imagine the horror?"

The corners of Marinette’s lips twitched in a smile. “You are still such a dork even in situations like this.”

“Your smile’s worth the trouble," Adrien replied with a smile of his own before pulling out his cell and calling Gorilla. Then he quickly finished fastening her buttons, and they walked in silence all the way down to the foyer to pick up Marinette’s coat and out to the back door where Gorilla was waiting for them.

“I’m sorry for spoiling this evening for you,” Adrien said, once Marinette climbed into the back seat of his car.

“That’s fine,” Marinette timidly smiled at him. “You aren’t the only one to blame for everything.”

“I’ll take the full responsibility as we agreed,” he said, leaning down and tenderly kissing Marinette’s forehead. “You should go home and rest and then think about what I said, okay? And call me. I’ll wait for your call.”

“Okay.” Marinette nodded “Good night.”

“Good night,” Adrien replied and closed the door. He watched the car to turn the corner and then directed his attention back to the venue. Walking back into the building, he stopped in the main foyer. A huge "G" hung from the ceiling, overpowering everything else in the space. Adrien silently scoffed. It was about the right time he grew a pair and finally told his father to back off ordering him around. He was done playing games and blindly following the rules. He finally knew what he wanted, who he wanted. He finally had a real chance to be happy, and he'd be damned if he would let his father and his stupid “No Dating Internally” rule to stand in the way. The only one who was allowed to stop him now was Marinette. His eyes shifted to the entrance of the hall where people were busy celebrating. Somewhere inside were his friends and Kagami. He hoped she'd understand. He knew she wouldn't like what he was going to say, and he hated hurting her, but that had to be done. Neither of them could carry on like this. One breath in and one out for bravery and with a silent prayer in his heart Adrien went in.

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longbottom-alice · 3 years ago

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frank-lxngbottom:

frank wanted nothing more than to find a way out of the conversation and was glad that alice gave him an out. most of the men he needed to retrieve information – they were dry, bland. he thought they had no personality about them. and whilst he was relieved on the inside at alice’s interruption, frank appeared opposite on the outside, awarding a brief, annoyed look towards her and a ‘well, what can you do?’ look in thaddeus’ direction. as they were about to part from the man, thaddeus offered frank a cigarette; each and every man that sat at the main table didn’t shy away from the activity. he wanted to decline, but he was still on an uphill climb of getting to where he needed to be. frank begrudgingly accepted, taking the brief light from the wizard. frank excused them, telling thaddeus he would catch up with him at another time. the walk to the bar was a short one, frank nodding at some of the faces he was familiar with – ones that turned his stomach. frank cleared his throat when they arrived at the bar, ordering himself a whiskey and alice, a cocktail. frank turned to face her, leaning on the counter. he took a moment to watch her, study her facial expressions. it was easy for the both of them to sense what the other was thinking, feeling, just by their features. “sorry about that,” frank said quietly, putting out the cigarette and doing away with it. he kept his voice low. “let me know as soon as possible when you get more on antonia’s whereabouts tonight, yeah?” their drinks arrived and he took a hefty sip, gathering himself. “i’ve got to speak with them,” he pointed with his head, “before sterling arrives.” with the glass in one hand, frank squeezed hers with his other, an “i love you” leaving his lips as he did so, before heading out amongst the growing crowd. @longbottom-alice

frank played his part as expertly as she expected. a man frustrated with his wife's demands. though frank had been nervous tonight, she was confident that to date, nobody suspected anything. most of the group seemed to already welcome him like an old friend. he'd even reached the point where a few had grown to respect him and come to him for advice. it was just unfortunate none of them so far had given much away about sterling. alice wasn't exactly looking forward to parting from frank for the evening. it was hard to consistently fake an interest in the conversations between the woman. this was about something so important though- about stopping a man who had destroyed countless lives. it was more than worth the annoyance the act caused. alice didn't know why frank was apologising, they both knew what they were here to do. yes they'd come as a married couple- but it was a very different picture to their usual married lives. alice would be wrong to hold anything he said or did whilst playing this role against him. it was just pretend after all and alice knew that frank had pretty much always respected her. alice nodded at his request "of course." she hoped it wouldn't be too long until she arrived. it was nice they could still have small moments between the two of them during missions. a reminder of how strong their bond was and hopefully would always be. alice stayed at the bar for a few more minutes, working herself up to plaster on the fake smile. it was nearly half an hour later when antonia showed up to the table, alice noticed she looked visible disgruntled but wouldn't give anything away when alice fished for answers. the rest of their conversations had been the usual boring drivel. alice saw frank head to the bar alone and saw her opportunity to fill him in. "something definitely went down with antonia" she wasted no time in telling him "i'm not sure if it was just a fight with her husband or if its something else but she won't talk about it- i'm going to keep digging once she's had a few more drinks."

@frank-lxngbottom

#✗ — i’m not flawless but I got a diamond heart (chat)#✗ — when i'm close to you dear; the stars fill the sky (frank)

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arielmagicesi · 6 years ago

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often when a series ends and especially when there is such a show-stopping ending, before I can analyze how I feel, I have to first list everything that actually happened. Now I don’t know if Steven Universe is actually over but I just. what the fuck that was too much I didn’t have time to react before getting slapped with something else

spoilers below obviously

I was tempted to start listing from the point of “Gem Drill” because I’ve heard that only a year has passed since then and I mean, what a fucking wild year for poor Steven. I’m also tempted to start listing from “A Single Pale Rose” because shit moved FAST starting from there. But I’m just gonna list everything that happened in “Change Your Mind.”

It’s kind of what makes me suspect that this is the final episode of the entire series, because although plot pacing has been accelerating throughout the entire series (going from “Steven learns how to bubble” taking 10 episodes, to “diamond showdown” being a minor subplot of 1) and although the plot pacing went super-speed for this whole diamond arc, this episode shoved EVERY LAST THING IN.

stuff that could’ve waited (Lars and Sadie’s reunion) and stuff that should’ve taken vastly longer if it even should’ve happened at all (White Diamond’s lightning-speed reformation) was all put into one episode. now, it was deftly combined, and I liked almost every individual part, and there was some possibly-unintended comedy to it all (”she’s GOOOOONE!!!!” and White Diamond demonstrating the big ship’s pussy-out look, etc) but holy hell I would have loved for it to have gone at a slower pace so that they could have explored some of the stuff.

[also, my ability to react to things is lessened. meeting Sunstone would’ve been, I’m not joking, the highlight of my week just two years ago. now it wasn’t even the coolest of the fusions we met, and meeting the fusions was an incredibly minor point in the episode. also i have other things in my life now lol]

obviously, part of this pacing is due to the airing schedule of the show. on a normal airing schedule, I’d feel emotionally exhausted- this would have been, what, a month after the Pink-Diamond-is-Rose-Quartz reveal? but because this show airs in the dumbest way possible, we have like five hundred years between plot points. however, Steven did not? Pearl did not? Garnet did not? CONNIE did not? how the fuck are they getting along?

secondly, this was all in one episode, so yeah holy shit, some whiplash occurring for this here viewer

(one final note: I now take back getting annoyed that we got Watermelon Moana last week because it was so gentle compared to this)

anyway, my promised list of Crazy Shit that happened in one 40-minute episode:

1. Steven gets a flashback that tells him about a previous transgression of Pink’s, where we meet some other aliens. pointing to an old rebellion?

2. we see another Steven identity crisis with him flashing through Steven-Pink-Rose

3. Steven convinces Blue Diamond that she’s abusive and she immediately realizes the error of her ways and decides to help him and Connie out. (also, Connie talks to Diamonds a lot, I love her. damn girl)

4. we retrieve the bubbled Crystal Gems

5. Yellow and Blue have a big public diamond showdown

6. we discover that Yellow Diamond has emotions and tears, and feels pressured. shocking. if only the planets she’d colonized had thought to sit her down and chat

7. Yellow decides to join Steven’s side as well

8. they make a plan to escape via the leg-ship

9. White Diamond decides to show up and do her Creepy Act and she lands her big torso on the legs (confirming the obvious theory that the ships act as one big body)

10. Diamond Showdown Part 2, where Yellow and Blue attempt to fight White

11. Bismuth, Lapis, and Peridot return. We see Lapis and Peridot’s new forms.

12. Bismuth has fixed the arm ships and upper-cuts an upper-crust for the first time in her life in a really cool way.

13. Steven manages to say words to White Diamond, and so do Yellow and Blue.

14. White Diamond GREY-IFIES BLUE AND YELLOW DIAMOND

15. which also means we find out exactly what the fuck is wrong with White Pearl (also may I say, this is something I wrote about in my fic, accessible on my AO3, linked in my About)

16. Steven falls dramatically with the gems of his friends in his arms

17. Steven finds out he can (and decides to) retrieve gems from their gems by fusing with them

18. We see Smoky Quartz form mid-air

19. We see Amethyst’s new form

20. Steven fuses with Pearl for the first time ever, and we see Rainbow Quartz 2.0 for the first time

21. We see Pearl’s new form

22. We see what a pink diamond/rose quartz forms with a garnet for the very first time

23. Steven’s own first fusion with Garnet

24. Sunstone attempts to start shit with the giant robot

25. We see Garnet’s new form

26. Bismuth presents the replacement for the Sword of Rose Quartz, as a gift to Connie

27. We see the full-blown temple fusion for the very first time ever

28. Steven has his first fusion with all the Crystal Gems

29. We meet Obsidian and she succeeds in starting shit with the giant robot

30. We see Bismuth, Peridot, Lapis, and Connie all contribute to the fight and survive horrifyingly dangerous scenarios. (still gotta wonder what the HELL Connie’s mom was thinking... she went from not letting her kid watch inaccurate TV shows to letting her nearly die countless times in outer space at the hands of alien dictator robots)

31. let me just add, I <3 Connie and she deserves the world. bravest kid in the universe

32. the Crystal Gems find a way to invade the robot

33. the four main Crystal Gems face up against White Diamond herself and her grey-ified pearl and grey-ified fellow diamonds

34. White reveals a bit to us via villain-monologue that we probably could’ve guessed already: she wants every gem to be flawless, to be identical to her essentially yet subservient- which she considers to be synonymous with flawlessness- and her theory about the way the colors of the diamonds informs their personalities. Including that Pink is part of White, despite White’s dislike of this fact.

35. White grey-ifies the Crystal Gems

36. Connie arrives, also fully ready to fight this bitch

37. the grey-ified Crystal Gems restrain Steven and Connie

38. Steven gets to have that full-fledged conversation he wanted with White, I guess

39. BIGGEST ACTUAL REVEAL OF THE EPISODE: We find out what happens when Steven’s gem is removed from his stomach!!! that’s been a question since episode ONE I think

40. we get to see a Pink Steven and a Human Steven, which is pretty cool. I compare it to what might happen if you got split into What You Got From Your Dad and What You Got From Your Mom

41. this is just my theory, but we find out, I think, that Steven’s general strength in everyday movement comes from diamond strength and that he turns weaker than a baby without it, which makes sense because he’s always had it

42. White Diamond attempts to grey-ify Pink

43. we find out, as Pink Steven so eloquently says, that Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz really, really is gone. she died in childbirth essentially. I think he might someday manage to access her full memories but I don’t think that persona is ever returning

44. we see what Steven’s bubbles/shield would look like in full diamond form

45. the badass scene of Connie CARRYING STEVEN TO HIMSELF?

46. we discover that either Steven is the most special boy ever, or White’s powers are no match for love or some shit

47. we get to see Steven... fuse with himself?

48. everyone gets un-greyified. Including White Pearl. the white-pearl-is-old-pink-pearl theory is confirmed, though I think it may have been in a flashback in “Familiar” and hinted at during Steven’s flashback at the start of the episode when Blue said “she’ll take away your pearl”

49. we see Steven/Pink’s full empathy powers in play, I think? that’s what happened when he pink-ified the whole group? INCLUDING WHITE?

50. Steven gives White Diamond one of his lightning-round therapy sessions, and she decides to Be Nice Now, Actually

51. that’s right. THERE ARE NO VILLAINS I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND

52. the ENTIRE GROUP GOES TO EARTH

53. meaning that White leaves Homeworld (and “her own head”) for the first time in eons, according to the other Diamonds anyway

54. we get to see Sadie and the Cool Kids’ new looks. minor I know, but Jenny looks great in a suit!

55. also minor but cool: they’re covering “Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart”

56. for the second time in like 2 weeks, Diamond Ships interrupt a townwide Beach City gathering

57. we find out that Beach City is full of fucking idiots who thought that the ship was like, a grand finale to the concert? instead of full-on panicking mayhaps? cause every time this shit happens it usually leads to mayhem?

58. the Off-Colors, coincidentally, finally arrive on Earth at the exact same time

59. Lars meets Lion for the first time as Pink Zombie Brothers

60. Lars and Sadie reunion, in which we also find out that Sadie is like a legendary figure for the Off Colors

61. THE OFF COLORS MEET THE FUCKING DIAMONDS

62. Greg and Steven reunite

63. The Diamonds meet and finally heal the Centipeedles

64. The Diamonds visit Rose’s fountain and get it working as a four-diamond extravaganza event

65. every gem from the temple is brought there to be healed. we see the healing of, I assume, p much every monster we’ve met

66. we get to see the Heaven and Earth Beetle, who are pebbles too, and lesbians!

67. callback to the memories of the four Diamonds having swimming pool time

68. Jasper gets healed and naturally tries to destroy Steven immediately, then looks up to see all three of her diamonds. She and Amethyst get to bond, I guess.

69. Callback to the intro itself with the “We Are the Crystal Gems” song and all the new Crystal Gems chilling on the beach

70. New song, “Change Your Mind” and it’s cute obviously

My feelings on the episode? So besides what I wrote above the list, re: whiplash, I think that from a realistic standpoint and a writing-fantasy standpoint, it is some wild shit. For all three diamonds to achieve a FULL redemption arc in one episode? Too much. For there to be NO villains? Come on. And for the lesson to be, we should just give heartless dictators love and they’ll grow hearts? Worrying.

However, as I reached the end of the episode, I thought about a time in high school when my teacher asked me which superpower I’d want, and then annoyed the class by seeming morally superior by saying he’d want to speak every language. Thinking on it later, I thought- I’d want more than every language. I’d want the ability to TRULY understand others, and to make them TRULY understand me- and each other. Because yes, OF COURSE every conflict can be boiled down to a lack of understanding, a lack of empathy. If we had superhuman empathy on our side, we really could do away with violence. But in the real world, we don’t have superhuman empathy, we just have regular empathy, and some don’t even try to use that. So saying “have a little empathy for your oppressors” is ghoulish.

But Steven DOES have superhuman empathy. In fact, all the Diamonds do. Blue can make others cry, White can make others be identical to her, and Yellow can give others fear and command. And they use it only for evil. But Pink can make others understand. And she had only used it for frivolous things until she finally combined with a non-gem life form. Then, human empathy met superhuman empathy, and did what it had to do. THAT is how Steven defeated the Diamond Reign of Terror.

That being said: I don’t know if the target audience of kids really caught that nuance, considering that the episode went so fucking fast. Additionally: some of that superhuman empathy could’ve been pointed at the legions of crushed, oppressed little gems- which I know it was- but the focus was SO intensely on, like, “poor Yellow never got enough credit for being SO good at imperialism!”

So yeah. Both writing-wise, pacing-wise, plot-wise, message-wise... I did love it, as I do the whole show, but I also thought it could’ve benefited from some space, some criticism, and some better organization down at Cartoon Network’s scheduling department.

Art-wise, well I’m not an animation expert, but Obsidian can get it <3 and I loved the designs for everything.

Character-wise... I’ll have to think on it more.

OK THE END I’M DONE REACTING TO STEVEN UNIVERSE. SHOW’S OVER

#steven universe #su spoilers #change your mind #written by me #this is a mammoth essay that i wrote on the spot. feel free to skip or skim

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monsterpoppy · 7 years ago

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Ahh no smut this time, but I wanted to write more, I think I want to pump out some drabbles to get my creative juices flowing for November.

Anyway this is about a girl who gets a few priceless gifts from a dragon! The part about the mother’s ring is actually based on my mom’s engagement ring. My dad designed it himself to make it look like a flower as a diamond and synthetic alexandrite as petals. It’s hands down the most beautiful engagement ring I’ve ever seen.

“What is that?” You asked aloud. There was a present sitting on your office desk and it wasn’t your birthday. Christmas was only a few weeks away, but you didn’t put your name in for your floor’s Secret Santa. It reminded you of one of those large Ferrero Roche candies you got on sale after Valentines Day. It had taken you a month to eat it all. The present was wrapped in pale pink, tied at the top with a sheer pink bow.

“Looks like a gift.” Donny said without looking up from his cubicle.

“Open it, open it!” Cassie said excitedly, leaning on her chair. You stifled a sigh, it was too early for this. You set your bag down on the floor and fingered the bow. Fuck it. You thought and pulled the ribbon apart. The wrapping was gathered to stay in the bow and once you removed it, the paper split, revealing the item inside.

“Is that a paperweight?” You mused. It looked almost comical. It was a large gem, a bright reddish purple cut into what looked like a giant cushion. You had to admit, it was pretty and you attempted to lift it up but was surprised at how heavy it was. You expected a paperweight to have some heft to it, but not this much.

“Aw what a disappointment.” Cassie grumbled, going back to work. You frowned and blushed. You weren’t enemies but you didn’t really get along with your coworkers. They were polite, asking you how your day was and drinking with you at office parties but that was it. You had been at the company for several years, and still it felt like you had just transferred. Sighing, you slipped the wrapping paper from under the fake gem and tossed it into the garbage, sliding the gift into your bag with a thunk and sat down to work.

You promptly forgot about it until you were ready to leave. You lugged the bag over your shoulder and headed home, grumbling. You were too embarrassed by your coworkers reaction to even wonder who would give you such a thing. It had to be someone in the office; you worked in a place that managed a very wealthy dragon’s money. No way could someone come in to just drop off a gift. The security didn’t even let significant others up to drop off their loved ones lunches, not to mention if anyone was stupid enough to steal from a dragon.

You decided it was a prank.

You decided to pull the gem out, to see if you could find anything on it. When you did, you nearly dropped it again. The gem was now a bright green, gleaming in the dwindling sun. You immediately thought to your mother’s engagement ring. In the center was a diamond and flanked were two oblong synthetic alexandrites. You remember always loving the way it would change colors and constantly steal it to put it in the sun before bringing it back inside.

Someone had given you a very convincing looking alexandrite giant gem. You had no idea if it was real or not, but you didn’t want to find out. If anyone saw you with this big of a gem, they’d either think you stole it, or got it illegally. You shoved it back inside your bag and hugged your coat tighter around you, stalking back to your apartment to sleep it off.

The paperweight had found a spot on your windowsill, next to your ivy. Even if it was fake, you still loved how the colors changed from day to night. Damn, whoever had gotten you this was good. Pretty soon, however, it became apart of the décor and you lost interest in finding out who gave it to you. No card and no further interaction or gifts, so you figured it was a one time deal.

That was until there was a small plain box on your desk waiting for you one morning. You had decided to come in early, this weekend was the company Christmas party, and you didn’t want to have to work overtime and have it cut into your prep time. The office was nearly empty, save for a few of the older early birds but you figured that they didn’t have anything to do with it. Before you changed your mind, you opened the box and found a thick cardstock folded neatly on top.

Curious, you lifted it up and underneath were a set of teardrop earrings and a simple pendant necklace. The gems were a dark blue and purple, rather than your large gem coloring. The chain and hooks were a beautiful rose gold. Gorgeous, you thought, turning your attention back to the card in your hands.

Y/N,

I apologize for the random gifts, but I believe you would have a deeper appreciation for them than the average person. Please accept this gift.

Not even a signature. You would have been positive that this gift was placed in the wrong cubicle if it wasn’t directly addressed to you. The set was the most expensive things you could ever dream of owning. But, you weren’t sure what to do. So you didn’t do anything. You gingerly placed the card back into the box and left it on your desk and began to work.

You weren’t sure why, but you slipped it quietly into your purse when more coworkers arrived. You had no idea what type of gemstone it was, but it was beautiful and you couldn’t help but want to try it on to see what it looked on you.

By the end of the day, you had finished all of your bookkeeping and whisked yourself back to your apartment to get ready. This year the party was held in a grand ballroom in the heart of the city. According to office gossip, the company was going all out this year and pulling no punches.

So you decided you weren’t going to either. Work was business attire, and you hated the boring colors you had to wear all the time. So you chose a flirty, light royal purple dress, even though it was more on the expensive side. You took your time getting ready, making sure your makeup was flawless and your hair silky smooth. You were in the midst of putting a plain set of pearls around your neck when you glanced at your bag next to your vanity. You bit your lip, glad your red matte lipstick had set and wouldn’t smudge. Almost unconsciously you walked over and pulled out the box, opening it and pulling out the simple yet elegant jewelry. You decided it was a perfect match for your outfit.

What a coincidence.

Feeling ready, you grabbed your small clutch and checked the bands of your heels one last time before heading out.

The ballroom was beautiful. The music was noticeable but not obnoxiously loud and rather than corny Christmas songs the whole time it switched to more upbeat tunes. People were laughing and dancing, drinking and eating. It was a very nice atmosphere. But you were a bit overwhelmed. You had found your coworkers pretty easily and they had pulled you into their fold for dinner and easy chatting. It did take a toll on you and you found yourself sitting down at the bar, sipping on Champaign and allowing yourself to recharge.

“Tanzanite right?” You jumped, your head whipping around towards the voice that sounded very close. A dragon stared at you, smiling softly and pointed to your earrings. You recognized him as a business partner of the owner of the company. His scales gleamed gold in the light. “It’s not every day you see such a pure form of tanzanite on such a lovely lady.”

“O-oh, well I wasn’t really sure,” you found yourself admitting, giving him a nervous smile. “It was a gift.” He nodded and made himself comfortable on the barstool next to you. Despite their humanoid figure, dragons were still huge. He had to be at least 8 feet tall, and that wasn’t including the curled horns on his head. His large tail swished behind him, nearly touching the floor even though he was sitting.

“Well, whoever gave it to you must really love you.” You choked on your drink, sputtering. You coughed, trying to get your breath back and your cheeks burned in embarrassment. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” you croaked, sounding the opposite of your words, with a wave of your hand. After clearing your throat one last time, you spoke again. “It was actually from someone I...don’t know.” You found yourself playing with the pendant, looking down at the sparkling jewel. “I have no idea who gave it to me. It wasn’t the first gift. I received something a few weeks earlier and I thought it was a joke.”

“Why?” The dragon asked with a tilt of his head.

“Well, it’s like a giant gem...thing. I thought it was paperweight made to look like a gem. But since receiving this,” you gestured towards your jewelry, “I’m not so sure it’s fake.” You weren’t sure why you were telling him all this. Maybe you wanted to get everything out. You glanced up at him, and you found yourself a little more at ease at his calm and yet open expression. “To be frank it’s pretty flattering, but I can’t help but think it was meant for someone else. I mean, I guess I wanted to wear this at least once before I had to give it to the actual person it was meant for.” You said with a shaky laugh. He didn’t laugh with you.

“Do you know anything about those gems?” The dragon said after a while, a strange look in his red eyes. You gave him a curious look and shook your head. “Tanzanite is found in only one spot in the whole world and extremely difficult to find the quality you have. And Alexandrite, mined and polished into a large size, is incredibly rare. Most stones of it that you see nowadays are synthetically made in a lab.” He reached a claw out and brushed it against one of the earrings, ghosting along your skin. “Any dragon would be able to tell these are genuine, carefully crafted and pure.” He was looking straight at you as he said this, and you felt the heat return at his intense gaze.

“I-I had no idea.” You mumbled, looking down at your hands. Now you felt like a thief. You felt a slight prick and your chin was pulled up until your eyes locked back with the dragons.

“Whoever gave you these knew how much Tanzanite and Alexandrite are worth; there is no way they wouldn’t make sure it was given to the right person.” The words soothed you and you smiled. But then his words registered in your head.

“I...never said what type of gem my first gift was.” You said slowly, your eyes squinting at him. His red eyes widened and he pulled back sharply, stuttering. “It was you, wasn’t it.” It wasn’t a question; even if it was the sheepish smile he gave you confirmed it.

“Ah well...” The dragon actually looked bashful as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Did you like them at least?”

“Of course!” You said a little too quickly and he glanced back up at you. He smiled, showing you his sharp teeth. “But, I don’t think we’ve ever said more than a few words to each other.”

“Correct,” he asserted, turning his large body back towards you and resting an arm on the bar counter. He watched as his hand gently caressed yours, his claws scraping the skin ever so gently. “I had seen you before, and thought you were beautiful. But I guess what started it was when you were in the elevator helping that boy pick out an engagement ring for his girlfriend.”

You started. That was at least six months ago! You had stepped into the elevator one evening to head home after a long day at work and stood between a few men already inside. One was a frantic looking man who was flipping through a ring catalog, an expression of panic clouding over his features. You felt bad, so you had asked if he found any that he liked. The man almost jumped a foot in the air but once he regained himself he had shaken his head, looking frantic. To help, you just started pointing out rings that you thought were pretty and speaking about the rings your mother and some friends had.

“It was the description of your mother’s ring that caught my attention.” The dragon said, smiling. “I thought that someone who could speak so fondly of a treasure that wasn’t even their own was a treasure themselves. I apologize if it seems forward, I can see how this all can come off as.” You found yourself shrugging, giving him a shy smile.

“Well, introducing yourself would have helped.” You teased and the dragon felt a weight lifted off his heart. After that, conversation seemed to come easy. You and him spoke for hours, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. The party came to an end all too quickly in your opinion and you found yourself being escorted by the large dragon back to your home.

He grumbled when you tried to unsuccessfully stifle your laughter at the sight of him struggling to get his big body out of the small cab. When he finally extradited himself, he glowered at you but that only made you fall into a fit of giggles.

“Would you like to come in for a bit? So you don’t have to get back in another tiny cab?” He smirked.

“I would love to.” He followed you quietly, ducking his head so his horns didn’t knock against the front door frame. Good thing your complex liked tall ceilings.

Inside you offered him tea and when you came out of the kitchen you noticed him standing by the window, looking down at the large gem.

“I thought it was the best place for it.” You said, sitting down on your couch and taking off your heels with a contented sigh. “I can see all of the colors that way.”

“Of course.” He sat down next to you and his weigh caused your body to tilt closer to him. The alcohol and the easy going atmosphere of the part wore off since you got back and you suddenly felt nervousness creep back. It was like you were back in high school with your first date. “I should do that with my gems.”

“Were these a part of your hoard or...?” You trailed off. What was the etiquette for talking about a dragon’s hoard? Was it private? You knew from your own boss that dragons took their hoard very seriously. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

“Of course.” He said again, as if it was the most obvious thing. “I chose my best ones, which took quite a while.”

“Why?” His head tilted at your question. “Why me, I mean? Why...give me these, from your own hoard no less?”

“Someone as lovely as you should always have treasures.”

“Do you want to add me to your hoard?” You joked, chuckling slightly to hide your nerves. No one had called you lovely before. Your kettle began to whine and you quickly rose to take it off the heat and into the mugs you set out. You jumped slightly when two massive arms wrapped themselves around you, claws slightly digging into the fabric of your dress.

“You’re worth more than all of the gems and gold in my hoard.” He said quietly, blowing warm air out of his nose and ruffling your hair. “It is terrible to think that they’re even on the same level as you.” He held you tightly, but it wasn’t stifling. You sighed, relaxing in his grip and leaning back into his chest. To be honest, you wouldn’t be offended if he had wanted to add you to his collection, if this was how he treated them.

“You sure know how to make a girl feel special.” You pat his clawed hand, rubbing your fingers against his golden scales. Heat seeped through your back into your bones, his body like a warm furnace and you hummed in content. You felt him move and press a warm, lingering kiss to your cheek.

“Am I being to forward?” He asked timidly, kissing your temple.

“No knight is going to come running out.” You both shared a quiet chuckle. You turned your head to return the kisses, this time gently placing your lips over his own. “I don’t think I would mind being your treasure.”

#my dad likes to think that he's not a romantic but he is #this year was ebony for my parents anniversary and he carved roses into ebony piano keys and used the excess parts as the leaves #and the piano wires as stalks #so yeah #he's a romantic #dragon #original fiction

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tastesoftamriel · 7 years ago

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The Bee and Barb (a long tale by Talviel)

It was Loredas, 23rd of Rain’s Hand, 4E 203, and I was 19 years old. I was the saviour of Skyrim, having defeated Alduin and ending the Dragon Crisis, a Nightingale, and the head of the Thieves Guild. Between my adventures and work for the Guild, I had more coin than I ever hoped to see in my lifetime. I finally had enough septims to pay the face shaper by the Ragged Flagon to change my natural dark brown hair that I’d inherited from my Imperial mother to a spooky ashen grey I’d wanted all my life. I’d bought my parents a house called Honeyside near the marketplace, removing them from the squalor of the Beggar’s Row hut we’d lived in since I was born, and found them both profitable jobs in the Jarl’s Palace. People still cheered when they saw me on the streets, despite my Guild armour and reputation for being probably the best fighter and most notorious thief in Skyrim. My newfound fame irked me despite it being over six months since I’d slain Alduin, but I smiled and chatted to anyone who approached me.

I was in the Ragged Flagon chatting with Vekel the Man when Vex walked up to me with her usual expression of annoyance. “What’s up, Vex?” I asked. “Can I interest you in the easiest heist job of your life?” She grumbled, motioning to Vekel to pour her some wine. “Vex, I’m the head of the Guild now and I’ve got shit to do. Why not get Rune or someone to do it? Or do it yourself for a change.” “Ha-hardy-ha.” She said sarcastically. “Literally everyone is on a job. Since you helped revive the Guild, everyone in Skyrim wants a piece of us. And I don’t leave the Flagon unless it’s to sleep, you know it. Every now and again, we like to remind the shopkeepers that we’re in charge. If that means breaking into their strongboxes and stealing something valuable from them, then so be it. Feel like doing a bit of shopping…the Guild way?” I sighed, taking a sip of mead. “Fine, lay it on me then.” “Keerava at the B and B apparently carries flawless diamond on her. I want it.”

I felt a twang of guilt, as Keerava, the Argonian owner of the Bee and Barb, had never been anything but kind to me since I first set foot in her establishment at the age of 16. Of course, these days I paid for my meals, but as an impoverished young girl running with the Guild, she would always let me sit by the fire with a mug of cider and a basket of bread when I was temporarily kicked out of home and felt too weary to go back to the cistern’s hard hay mattresses. But it was a simple job and she wouldn’t notice a thing, so I drained my tankard and stood up. “Be back in 30 minutes.” I grumbled, heading off. I stopped in the cistern to change into civilian clothing to mask my intentions, then made my way up through the trap door.

It was a rainy day, colder than expected. I pulled up the hood of my cloak while nodding to some guards I passed who complained about patrolling in that weather. I crossed the marketplace and made it into the B and B. It was early morning, and the establishment wasn’t open yet. Talen-jei, the co-owner, was busy stoking the hearth. “What do you want?” He hissed, his obvious dislike for me showing. “I’m just looking for Keerava.” “Upstairs.” He grunted, turning back to the fire. I made my way up the wooden stairs that the Argonians kept proudly polished, and looked for Keerava. She was busy making the bed in one of the rooms. I coughed, and she turned around.

“Odd to see you this morning Talviel, we haven’t even opened yet.” She grinned, her harsh voice more of a croak than anything else. “Kitchen’s not ready yet, but we do have some apples in a barrel in the cellar. Help yourself, but try drop us a few septims on the way out, will ya?” “Oh, I just came to chat.” I smiled innocently, and made some small talk while leaning close to the wall so I could see her belt pouch. Luckily, it was just within finger’s reach and I snapped the clasp open. All of a sudden, a loud whooping sound rang through the room, and Keerava’s hand went to her pouch. “And just what do you think you’re doing?” She asked me angrily. “I had this pouch enchanted by a mage with a security spell, and you’re the first one to try break into it? Shame on you! You’d better have a good reason for this before I kick you out onto the street for the guards to handle.” She snapped angrily. “I…” I stuttered, never having encountered anything with a security spell in my life. The Riften locals were getting smart, it seemed. “Keerava, I’m sorry, I was sent here on a job and got told to lift your diamond and I didn’t want to do it because you’ve been so nice to me since I was a kid and-” “By the Hist child, slow down! I can barely hear a word you’re saying!” I buried my face in my hands in shame, both for mucking up a simple job and for betraying the trust of someone who cared for me. Her voice softened and she patted the partially made bed, indicating for me to sit down. She sat by by side, looking concerned.

“Talviel, child, everyone in Skyrim knows you’re with the Guild. Even if you’re not in armour, the way you walk gives it away. But you’re better than this. I remember our first encounter: you were poor but so honest, and I know that honesty is still there in your heart.” I said nothing, as tears of shame dripped onto the floorboards. She continued, “I know one of the real reasons you’re with the Guild. The way you look at that Brynjolf fellow…I’ve seen you in here, walking through the alleys and market. He’s no good for you, child. He’s going to break your heart. Thieves are selfish, and I know you’re not. Remember the time you came in after the Dragon Crisis? What did you give me?” “A…a dragonbone knife and a copy of Uncommon Taste.” I whispered. “That’s right. And you said you carved the knife yourself, specially for the kitchen. Look at yourself, child. You’re not selfish like those people in the cistern.”

“Keerava, I’m nothing without them. I would still be living by the Ratways, helping my father catch fish or scooping horse shit in the stables if it weren’t for them. You don’t understand. While I was gone…I killed. I plundered and looted and stole at any given chance. I’m not an innocent child anymore. And I’m the leader of the Guild, I can’t just leave them. They’re my family.” Keerava smiled, wiping a tear from my cheek.“ But you have a real family to go back to, and I know they’ll take you after all you’ve done for them. And…I can be your family too.” I looked at her without comprehension. “Talviel, when you were nothing more than a hatchling, I once saw you bringing a tray of cookies to the orphanage. You won’t remember this, but I asked you who made them, and you said you did, all by yourself. As you grew older I saw you selling bread and cauldrons of stew in the marketplace, from animals you’d hunted with your own bow. To be honest, our sales in stew dropped during that time, because everyone raved about how good yours was! What I’m proposing is simple: start a new life, come work in the kitchens here for me. You’re a natural, and this is a safe space for you with honest work.”

I sat in silence, pondering. “I don’t know, Keerava, the Guild isn’t going to take this well. I’m in charge, for them it’ll be like the death of the High King. I do love cooking, I’m always doing that when I’m free in the cisterns…but I can’t give you an honest answer just yet. Can you give me some time to think this over?” “Of course, child. Do what you need to do, and when you’re ready -if you’re ready- come back and talk to me. Don’t worry, I won’t report you to the guards.” I stood up, thanking her profusely, saying I’d get back within a week. As I left the room, she called out. “And one more thing, Talviel. I wouldn’t pick any pouches in Riften again if I were you. Practically the whole town has invested in security enchantments.” I swore under my breath and made my way back to the cistern.

“Back from a job, huh? Hope it went well!” Sapphire smiled as I climbed down through the trapdoor, blissfully unaware of what was going through my head. I just patted her on the shoulder and slouched my way to the Flagon. “Pull up a seat…have a drink.” Delvin said, seeing my knitted brows as I came in. I sighed and sat down heavily on the seat opposite his, groaning and thunking my head onto my arms. “I think I’ll need more than just one drink, Delvin.” I said, muffled and not moving. “Oh dear, boss is having a bad day. Vekel, have you got any more of that sujamma stuff?” Delvin called over. Vekel soon brought over a pot of sujamma and a shot glass. I raised my head to pour myself a shot, and was just about to down it when Vex walked in. She glanced at me, Delvin, and the sujamma. “So…I’ll take it that things somehow didn’t go well.” She said, raising an eyebrow. “Oh Vex, you have no idea.”

After I’d finished telling Vex and Delvin about the new security enchantments, they swore and Delvin left to find a contact who could get a more disreputable mage to come up with a counter-spell we could enchant our armour with. “Somehow I have a feeling you haven’t told me everything yet.” Vex said, staring at me from the corner of her eye as she sipped her sujamma. “Vex, did I ever tell you that you’re annoyingly perceptive?” “Thanks, I don’t get compliments like that very often.” “Just…lay off for a bit. I’ve got a lot on my mind right now and since Brynjolf is my second in command I need to discuss things with him first. Where is that damn guy, anyway?” I said, realising I hadn’t seen him in over two days. “That’s not a very nice way to talk about your one true love.” Vex said sarcastically, and I threw a screwed up ball of parchment at her face. “Last I heard he was on a job in Falkreath or something. Check your spreadsheet, he’d definitely have signed off.”

I made my way to my desk in the cisterns. Our formerly blank ledger was full of names. My finger scanned down the page for Brynjolf’s name. “Brynjolf…Falkreath…signed out 18th of Rain’s Hand, expected return date 25th of Rain’s Hand. Great.” I grumbled, partially out of annoyance of waiting and partially because I missed seeing his red head walking around the cistern while calling everyone “lass” or “lad”. I sighed and left a note on my desk that I was feeling unwell and was going to stay with my parents at Honeyside and was only to be contacted upon urgent business. With that, I made my way back out again, letting the unrelenting drizzle splash on my face. I walked slowly to my parents’ house, trying not to think about anything at all. They were both at work, so I unlocked the door, lit the fireplace, kicked off my boots, and sat on the little bunk my father had made for me in the living quarters.

I must have fallen asleep as I heard the key turning in the lock and heard my mother and father come in. They spotted me on the bed and looked confused, as it wasn’t time for my weekly visit. “Talviel, what are you doing here?” My father cleared his throat, startling me to full consciousness. “Oh, hello folks.” I yawned. “Just…not feeling too well, and need a softer bed than those excuses for mattresses down in the cistern.” My mother undid her cloak and hung it up to dry by the fire. “You always have been the worst liar, Talviel. Something’s happened, out with it.” I moved to the dining table and poured myself a tankard of mead, taking a big gulp before starting. “Well parents, I have officially had the weirdest day since I discovered I was the Dragonborn…”

We all sat in silence once I finished speaking. My mother was the first to break the silence. “Talviel, I know it was rough of us to kick you out when we discovered you were with the Thieves Guild, but we realise that was unfair and we’re grateful for our new home and jobs and the coin that comes with it. But I agree with Keerava entirely. You’ve been running with that unsavoury crowd for too long, and you deserve a better chance at life. You would make an excellent chef, and who knows, you might be working in the Jarl’s kitchen next.” My father was silent for a moment, before muttering, “Aye, got to agree with your mother. You know I don’t have the cleanest past, child, but I don’t want you to repeat my mistakes. Get yourself an honest job. Your sweetcakes and rabbit stew are the best I’ve ever tasted, and I’ve travelled all the way to Cyrodiil. I think this would be the perfect job for you.” I groaned. “I knew you both would say that. Didn’t say I’d made up my mind yet though, and I’ve still got to talk to Brynjolf when he gets back. “That man again? Talviel, forget it. It’s not going to happen. As for Guild things, we don’t want to know.”

Finally the 25th rolled around and I went back to the cistern, chewing my nails. Everyone asked if I felt better and I put on a pantomime of being healthy as a horse even though I felt rotten inside. I kept to my desk, reading a novel instead of doing whatever a Guild ringleader was meant to do. At last, in the early evening while I was making dinner, I heard the trapdoor creak open and the cheery call of “Daddy’s home, lads and lasses!” I sighed with relief. “Brynjolf, thank goodness you’re back. I need to speak with you, urgently. Well, after I finish making this quiche anyway.” I said, dusting the flour off my hands and slapping him on the back in greeting. “Not a problem, lass. But only if you let me have some, it smells good.” He winked, and my heart skipped a beat. “Agreed. I’m not very hungry anyway.”

After we ate, we went up the trapdoor, where the blissfully cool night air washed over us. “Where should we go, lass?” Brynjolf asked, as pleased as I was to breathe in the smell of nightshade and grass as opposed to the dank air down in the cistern. “I don’t know, somewhere quiet where nobody can hear us. Can we go sit by the lake maybe? I just need to get out of Riften’s walls.” He nodded, and we were let out the back gate by the guards and made our way to the lake. We sat next to each other in silence for a while, throwing pebbles at the water while torchbugs flittered overhead and I breathed in his scent of cinnamon and cloves. It was a lovely spring night, and it would have been romantic if so much wasn’t weighing on my mind. “How was Falkreath?” I asked, breaking the ice. “About as expected. Had to have a chat with Astrid over at the Dark Brotherhood, though I don’t see why Delvin couldn’t have done it since they’re pals.” He looked over at me, the moon lighting up his beautiful face that I wanted to kiss so badly. “But that’s not why you called me here, is it lass?” “No, Brynjolf. I have…some news. You probably won’t like it, but I’ve kind of made up my mind.”

I told him everything, except for the part about him probably breaking my heart. He listened in silence. “I see. Lass, I’ve never been cut out to be a leader, but if this is what you want, I’m happy for you and by all means you should do it. And I’ll see you often anyway, since I usually duck in the B and B for lunch and look out for recruits. Just like you, a couple of years ago in your rags with that bottle of mead. How you’ve grown.” I smiled wanly, relief and sadness washing over me. “Thank you, Brynjolf. I wish I didn’t have to leave, but maybe the criminal life just isn’t for me.” “Aye, it’s not for everyone, lass. I understand you completely and while I’m reluctant, I’ll take over as Guild Leader.” His hand brushed mine, and lingered there. “So what happens now?” “I’ll break the news to everyone. I don’t want to put you through any more trouble, lass. Spend one last night with us, and go to your new home in the morning. I’ll see you there in the afternoon, so you’d better have something good for the lunch special.” I laughed, and nodded in reply as tears started to well up in my eyes. “Talviel, one chapter ends and another begins. You’re the saviour of Skyrim. The Dovahkiin, a Nightingale, and forever a member of the Thieves Guild. You can do whatever you set your mind to.” Brynjolf said softly, and wiped the tears from my cheeks, brushing back my hair. I felt like I was going to crumble to dust when he touched me, and my heart broke. Keerava was right.

Early next morning while everyone was sleeping, I packed my rucksack and dressed in civilian clothing. I folded my Guild armour neatly and left it on the bed along with my Nightingale blade. Turning around to see my family fast asleep, I wished them farewell silently and climbed through the trapdoor for the last time.

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ecotone99 · 5 years ago

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[MF] Lola

Logline: A man tracks down his mother's painting, which is worth millions of dollars because of its beauty, when he finally finds it, it may be worth even more than that.

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Mike Swanson's mother, Sophie Swanson, was a renowned painter, a living legend at the time of her death, her artwork hung in art galleries and museums. A few weeks after her funeral, Walter Jessup, a billionaire and art collector visited him at his house. They had a long talk about Sophie's life, and Walter brought up a painting named Lola.

Walter shows Mike a picture of Lola on his phone,

"there it is, isn't she beautiful," Walter says. Mike agrees, he can't take his eyes off it,

"That's probably the most beautiful painting I've ever seen," Mike admits. The painting is a realistic portrait of a young girl, couldn't be older than 18, singing into a microphone with yellow feathers in her hair.

"I don't think any person could come close to the beauty of this painting; the person who posed for this is probably the most beautiful woman in the world," Mike says.

"Keep in mind, the painting is over thirty years old," Walter says.

"Still, I can't look away; it's love at first sight," Mike says.

"It's the earliest painting ever discovered that your mom made. It's from before she was famous, living out in Las Vegas, trying to make a living as a lounge singer," Walter says.

"That's crazy; I didn't even know my mom could sing," Mike says.

"In good condition, I've had it appraised at 3.8 million dollars, but no one knows where it is," Walter says.

"It's lost?" Mike asks.

"I guess so, you see, the girl in the painting is a real person, her name is Lola, she was a showgirl at the Copa thirty years ago, now she's a singer in a Las Vegas night club, people have asked her about the painting, but she won't reveal where it is," Walter says.

"Maybe she doesn't have it; maybe it's truly lost," Mike says.

"I don't believe that. That woman knows where the painting is. If you went to Las Vegas and asked her for it, she would feel compelled to give it to you; it is your mother's painting. Think of it like this; it technically belongs to you anyway. If you return with the painting, I'll give you eight million dollars, that's double what the painting is worth," Walter says.

"Eight million dollars! I'll get that painting for you," Mike says.

"The girl does four shows a week, at a joint called The Troubadour, a dinky lounge with slot machines in the lobby. Good luck, kid," Walter says.

Mike flies out to Las Vegas, he settles in, and the first night he's there, he goes to The Troubadour to see Lola. He sits in the back; the place is dead, the club has seen better days. A woman, looking to be in her mid-to-late fifties, comes onto the stage with yellow feathers in her hair, it's the woman from the painting, her eyes haven't changed, but life has taken its toll. She's introduced as Lola and performs a version of Unchained Melody; it's beautiful and flawless. When she starts singing, the few people left in the lounge, can't take their eyes off of her, she has a hypnotic presence. Mike found her, Lola, from the painting. When the song concludes, Mike tries to make his way backstage but is not allowed. He waits two hours for Lola at the exit, he sees her and tracks her down.

"Hi, Lola?" Mike asks.

"Yes, what do you want an autograph or something? A little young for my fan club but whatever," Lola says.

"No, my mom was Sophie Swanson, I think you knew her," Mike says. Lola stops in her tracks.

"Sophie, yes, I had heard the news, I'm sorry for your loss," Lola says.

"Well, I was wondering if you had a few minutes to chat?" Mike asks.

"Sure, let's grab a drink at the bar," Lola suggests.

They walk over to the Troubadour bar; the bartender is very familiar with Lola,

"Hey, Lola, your regular?" The bartender asks.

"Yes," Lola replies.

"Alright, ma'am, a bottle of vodka coming right up," the bartender replies.

"A bottle? I don't drink much, will I like the taste?" Mike asks.

"Don't be silly, the bottle is for me," Lola replies. Mike turns to the bartender,

"Oh, just a coke for me then," Mike says.

"So, Sophie's boy, what brings you out to sin city," Lola asks.

"Actually, you," Mike says.

"I'm flattered, but you're a little young," Lola says.

"No, my mom painted a portrait of you, I've seen a picture of it, it's beautiful," Mike says. Lola pours a glass of vodka and immediately drinks half a glass.

"Your mother was always a talented painter, you know we were showgirls, right? Those were the days, youth, enjoy it while you have it," Lola says as she downs the other half of the vodka.

"Do you still have the painting?" Mike asks.

"Have you ever been in love?" Lola asks.

"Love? What does that have to do with the painting?" Mike says.

"Love is everything, do anything you can to keep it, because it can leave in a blink of an eye," Lola says cryptically.

"But what about the painting, do you have it?" Mike asks again. Lola pours another glass of vodka and immediately downs half of the glass as the bartender brings Mike his coke.

"Did your mother ever tell you why she made that painting in the first place?" Lola asks.

"No, in fact, I didn't even know about the painting until a couple of days ago," Mike said.

"They say you shouldn't fall in love at the Copa, but I was young, and I thought I was immune. His name was Tony; he tended bar on most of my shifts; he was the love of my life. The sweetest man you'll ever meet," Lola says as she drinks another half-glass of vodka. "Being a showgirl at the Copa was a tough business, but I was going to be a star, and into the club walked, Rico, mafia goon famous for his diamond pinky ring. He would always call the showgirls over to his table, show off, and try to get them to come back to his room with him. I was working that night," Lola says as she pours another glass of vodka." Rico had a reputation for getting a little handsy, but I had it under control. Unfortunately, Tony, filled with rage and jealousy, sailed across the bar and got into a fight with Rico, punches thrown, chairs smashed, and eventually, Rico pulled his gun and shot Tony," Lola finishes.

"That's tragic; I'm so sorry you had to experience that," Mike says. Lola shrugs and drinks another half a glass of vodka.

"So, what do you want with this painting?" Lola asks.

"I'm being offered eight million dollars for it," Mike says.

"Money, you're going to trade that painting for money?" Lola asks.

"Yeah, believe it or not, that painting alone will bring in more than all the rest of her paintings did," Mike responds. Lola shakes her head.

"Some things can't be bought, kid, I learned that a long time ago. You can't put a price tag on that painting; it's priceless," Lola says.

"I know it's beautiful, but why is it so special?" Mike asked.

"Your mom got me through a lot after Tony died, I drank a bunch, and I was sad, your mom got me through that phase of my life. That's actually why she made the painting. I had a difficult time; a few nights prior, I tried to commit suicide, so to cheer me up, your mom painted my portrait. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen; it made me want to live. I never tried to commit suicide again," Lola said.

"Wow, I never thought that painting would have such a special significance for anyone," Mike says, as Lola throws back another half a glass of vodka.

"Look, your mom was a special person to me, if you want the painting, I'll show you where it is, you can have it if you want it," Lola says.

"Well, if you're willing to let me have it, I'll take it," Mike says as Lola finishes her vodka and throws down fifty bucks,

"Thanks, George, Victor's got to pull the car around, the kid and I have a trip to make," Lola says to the bartender.

Lola is taking Mike to Las Vegas General Hospital; they go straight to the top floor. When they step off the elevator, Mike sees a sign that reads, "The Sophie Swanson Psychiatric Wing." When they reach the ward, his mother's painting of Lola is straight ahead. It's the highlight of the entrance to the wing, that was a multi-million-dollar artwork just hanging there at the entryway to the psychiatric ward, hidden in plain sight.

As they continued throughout the wing, some of the patients were still up in the middle of the night. Most of them thanked Mike for letting them keep the painting for this long. Over the years, the art has done so much for so many. The beauty had almost a magical presence; it made people forget their problems; it helped so many to get better.

By the end of his journey to Las Vegas, Mike didn't have the heart to take the painting away from the psychiatric unit. He figured it would be better if his mom's legacy had been remembered for something good, rather than hanging up in some guy's collection. And though Lola was a shell of her former self, unable to move on from her one true love, the painting of Lola, stood as a symbol of young love, of what life could be, of a beauty that would stand the test of time.

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