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saturnsummer · 4 years ago

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sweet love

They say drunk words are your sober thoughts. Joon Hwi clearly had too many thoughts.

prompted by an anon from this question here! thanks anon!!

notes: hello! back with another fic, this time when joonhwi gets too drunk and spills more than he expects. stay till the end though, i added a little bonus as usual. editing, grammar and other mistakes will be taken responsible by me! thank you all for your love and support as always! i’ll see you for more next time!

original prompt: I love your fic 🥰 this is so far from canon but a drunk joonhwi being clingy towards sol a is one of my dream scenarios 😚 or the squad catching solhwi being clingy with each other because they were hiding their relationship

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Joon Hwi was beyond excited everyday when he woke up for school. No, he wasn't excited to get the top grade, neither was he excited to get his essays and reports done. Though he loves the law, he’s sane enough to not love it that much.

Of course, he’s just excited about meeting his girlfriend, Kang Sol.

He never knew how they got together. It was a natural thing, after all. After the whole fiasco with Assemblyman Ko, their relationship suddenly felt a lot closer. They were close to begin with, with their daily studying and lunches and dinners. But something was different after the middle of their second year.

It started out as dinners every night, with or without the study group. Then Sol would be in study group sessions wearing his sweater or hoodies. When Yeseul or Yebeom teased, Sol would always argue to say that it was cold in their copy room and Joon Hwi was just being nice. Joon Hwi would just pretend that ‘sharing sweaters were normal’.

Then one day, as Joon Hwi sent Sol back home to take care of Byeol, they sat side by side in silence. Sol was desperately in need of catching up on her sleep, so the forty minute bus ride served as a quick nap for her. She turned her head to lean on Joon Hwi’s shoulder, resting her head there for her nap. To make things more comfortable, he placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

When they were nearing their stop, Joon Hwi instinctively shook a sleepy Sol up and held her hand as he dragged her out so she wouldn’t miss the stop. Sol doesn’t let go, and neither does Joon Hwi. Only when they reach the start of the alley do they let go of their hands. (Sol insists it’s because she doesn’t want Byeol to know. Joon Hwi thinks it’s because she’s shy.)

When Joon Hwi is at her front door with Sol, they shyly look at each other, the feelings mutual and conveyed with just their eyes. Of course, they are soulmates. They don't need the words to deliver their entire hearts or feelings.

It was always made known from the start to Joon Hwi that Sol was special to him. He has never met someone so persistent, so passionate and so damm beautiful. He had a couple of flings, being the popular smart boy in school, but none of the girls made his heart beat the same way Sol did. None of them made his world stop.

It has been a year since. And things weren’t easy when you tried to hide it. Sol, a student on a scholarship, had better luck being chosen to attend this school than the number of times the couple almost got caught.

In school, they acted normally as classmates and friends. Their study group sensed something different, but they would just deny and pretend. They put on a pretty good act, if they were to say so themselves, having Bokgi convinced that they needed to find Sol a blind date. (Joon Hwi would have spat his water at him like how Professor Yang did at Prosecutor Jin, but he held it in. Five months of hiding couldn’t be wasted now.)

They wanted to tell their friends, they really did. But they wanted to do it after their bar exams. After the weight of the bar has been lifted off will they share their good news. But while hiding a relationship is hard, making time for one was harder. (Arguably, Joon Hwi finds this harder than any exam he took.)

They absolutely found every minute they could to be together. Every hidden staircase was a spot they tried to spend a few minutes to themselves, but even that was difficult. Joon Hwi would remember how Sol would lead him to a hidden staircase far from their hideout, so as to not get walked in by either the professors or their friends. Even in the midst of Joon Hwi pressing Sol against the wall, as they devoured each other’s lips after a whole day of being unable to kiss, they would be interrupted by the sudden doors of the staircase upstairs opening, causing them to fly apart and run out.

The gossip the school carried was insane, and the last thing they wanted was gossip to reach their friends.

They could spend longer moments in the study room in the middle of the nights where they would be alone, as they worked on their cases and work. Occasionally, they shared bunggeoppangs and hotteoks, where they had long kisses tasting of sweet red bean and honey. But too many times Sol found herself shifting from her seat next to Joon Hwi to climbing on top of his lap in a make-out session, as Joon Hwi reached up to remove the highlighter holding her hair. Just as they wanted more, a sudden noise would bring them to attention and frantically, Sol would fall back onto her chair, both of their faces flushed red.

It was just four more months till the graduation ceremony came.

Till the world knows Sol was Joon Hwi’s.

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The bar exam went smoothly, as everyone received their results of passing. As a celebration, the boys decided to drink and have a meal apart from their usual delivery. No, it was time for the real deal of barbecues, meat and stews. They decided to even give a call to Seungjae, who graciously accepted their offer despite being so busy with his new son in his life. The study group has met his kid a couple of times, and even babysat a few hours together.

The boys met at a relatively near barbecue place in the heart of Dongdaemun, a location that the boys could easily return back to the dorms and not too far away. They were at an all-you-could-eat place, suitable for their budget so that they didn’t burn a hole in their pockets. Seungjae offered to treat his dongsaengs. After all, passing the bar was no easy feat. But they declined. His presence with them was enough of a gift from him to them.

But what was a dinner without the star, soju?

Joon Hwi prided himself on holding his liquor well. He could easily have a bottle without feeling the buzz. He could have a second without difficulty as well. Surely, he won’t be drunk, right?

Oh, but how wrong he was.

The bottles of soju and beers kept coming, never ending, as BokGi and Yebeom pushed shot after shot to him and themselves. They were surely prepared to get hammered tomorrow and show up to their 10am lecture spinning. Seungjae, having driven, only watched and smiled as he looked at his dongsaengs drink, sipping on his cola.

“Hyung, you sure you don’t have anything on with Sol-A noona? You know, we catch you with her all the time.” Bokgi asks, his face slightly flushed and words a little slurred. Yebeom nods his head, nodding his head in agreement. Joon Hwi only lets himself smile, not saying anything as he shoots back an additional shot of soju.

“Wah, hyung! So you admit it?” Yebeom says, setting down his chopsticks. Jiho stops chewing on his ssam, and looks next to him at Joon Hwi, who just shrugs, a mysterious smile on his face. Seungjae only places more meat on Joon Hwi’s plate.

With a short glance, Yebeom, Jiho and Bokgi’s eyes met. It was long enough for them to get what they were trying to say, but yet short enough for Joon Hwi to not notice the silence.

They weren’t blind to Joon Hwi’s actions. They noticed how Joon Hwi would look at Sol when she’s practicing for a mock trial, and his gentle voice when he would point out things she missed. Jiho, for one, noticed how Joon Hwi would return to the dorm later or look at his phone, smiling like an idiot. When asked, Joon Hwi would either use the excuse that he went out to the city or he was looking at cat videos, which bore Jiho.

But tonight, they were not leaving this place until he spilled his secret.

“Excuse me! Can we get three more portions of samgyeopsal, one more moksal, one dwangjang jjigae, and three more bottles of soju please?” Bokgi politely shouted to the store helper, who readily nodded.

“One more rice, please!” Yebeom added.

And so, with every portion of food, they shot back shot after shot as they feasted on their fresh juicy grilled pork and stew. They were glad that Joon Hwi was slowly slurring his words, because they themselves were barely hanging on.

“Hyung, you can be honest, you know. We won’t say anything about your private life with noona.” Yebeom says, fighting off the buzz and taking a big gulp of water. Joon Hwi, now face flushed bright red, only let out another smile as he laid back on his chair.

“Ah, Sol...” He murmured out loud.

“You know, she’s really touchy when she’s drunk? She likes to cling on to people when she’s drunk. When she’s angry, she pushes people away instead.” The words come tumbling out of his mouth before he can stop himself. No, this wasn’t Joon Hwi. This was drunk Joon Hwi. The other three immediately perked up hearing this.

“A-Ah, really? How do you know that?” Yebeom prompted, determined to draw out more information.

“Remember the time we were late to Dean Oh’s lecture? We drank that night with Yeseul and Bokgi. She couldn’t stop clinging onto my hoodie after both of them went back. And the other time when she pushed me away after her first year results were out.” Joon Hwi says, the stupid smile still on his face.

“How cute.” He quietly says, eyes closed.

There wasn't a need to know further that their hyung, Han Joon Hwi, had feelings for Kang Sol, the feisty noona.

“Hyung, then why not date her?” Bokgi says, the news keeping him at the end of his seat. Jiho merely sits, ears wide open and ready for any information.

“Date?” Joon Hwi says and lets out a light unmistakable giggle. Oh, he really was drunk now.

“We already are.”

The trio exchange knowing eyes, knowing how their objectives for the night have been accomplished. Seungjae, from the end of the table, merely shakes his head with a smile.

“Hyung, did you know?” Jiho asks. Seungjae nodded.

“They told me. After all, I am no longer a student.” This earned groans from the trio, calling it unfair.

“I miss Sol...” Joon Hwi murmurs, as his drunken state reaches for another shot of soju. Instinctively, Jiho reaches it first and shoves a glass of water in his hand instead. If anything, he was sleeping with this man in the same room. And he was not having his drunken state continue further. After all, they completed their mission for the night.

All that mattered was remembering it the next day.

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Sol was in the midst of folding her clothes before her phone rang, distracting her from her music that she had on with her ear pieces. Irritated, she picked up her phone, not bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Sol-A? It’s oppa.”

“Seungjae-oppa? Why are you calling so late? Is anything the matter?” She asks, alerted by the sudden call. It was almost midnight, and it was rare for Seungjae to call.

“Ah, no. Nothing is wrong. I’m just at the lobby of the school at the Lady Justice statue with a very drunk Joon Hwi and the rest of the boys. I can’t bring them up myself, especially since I can’t enter the dorms anymore.” Seungjae explains. In the back, Sol can hear a noisy Bokgi and Jiho telling him to shut up.

“Give me five minutes.” She says and hangs up. The urgency in Sol’s voice drew the attention of Sol B, who was ready to get to bed. Sol B only looks at Sol for a moment and Sol just gives a sympathetic smile.

“Could... Could you come with me?” Sol asks nervously. Sol B looks at Sol for a moment before she throws a hoodie on and throws another hoodie to Sol. The last thing they needed was them to be recognised. Seungjae was where he said he would be, with indeed, four grown men, sprawled on the couches. Bokgi, Yebeom and Jiho were at least conscious enough to greet both Sols, but Joon Hwi just had his eyes shut, murmuring incorrigible things.

“Sorry you had to deal with them, oppa. They really owe you a big apology.” Sol apologises for the sake of her boyfriend, and his friends. Seungjae only shakes his head.

“They should enjoy this before they step into the workforce and can’t experience it anymore.” He gives a smile. “Joon Hwi got a little carried away. He might have spilled your relationship.” Sol B was not standing far as she forced Bokgi and the rest upright, but she could clearly hear it.

“I’ll settle it. You should go home now, don’t keep Juyoung-unnie waiting. I’ll get them to their rooms.” She said before making her quick goodbye to Seungjae.

Together, both Sols pushed Bokgi and Yebeom up to their room, half guiding and half carrying the heavy boys to their door. When they were back downstairs, Sol B instinctively grabbed Jiho by his arm and pulled him up.

“Sol B, about what-” Sol was cut off by her roommate.

“I know. Don’t tell anyone yet. But, you know you suck at hiding and lying, don't you?” She says, her head turned back, before turning back to help Jiho back to his room. Sol does all she can to suppress her smile. Even though her roommate is harsh, she could feel the love. Turning around, she faces her drunk boyfriend.

“Joon. Joon Hwi.” Sol shakes gently. Joon Hwi’s lips curl up slightly, as his arms reach up to wrap them around the familiar body he missed. Sol was clingy when she was drunk, but it was the pot calling the kettle black for Joon Hwi. If possible, he was even clingier.

“You need to go up to your room.” She says as she fights away his loose grip and half supports his drunk body to his room.

“I missed you, Sol...” He murmurs, a face turning into a pout. “You know I kept telling them how good a girlfriend you are? How you always got me coffees and made extra ramyeons.”

“And you also told them we are dating?”

“Of course! I want the whole world to know I love you!” Joon Hwi says a little loudly, and she clamps his mouth shut. Oh, he was definitely more than drunk. Joon Hwi’s arms clung onto her waist as she reached his door.

“Go. You can face the mess you made in the morning.” She says. Joon Hwi clings onto her, giving her a sad pout.

“No more goodnight kisses?” He asked, a voice like a child. His eyes were big and round, his mouth downturned slightly like a pout.

Sol couldn’t deny him one, especially when he looked so adorable. Looking around, she made sure the coast was clear before she reached up to let her lips meet his soft ones. He tasted like lingering alcohol and she could taste it, but she couldn’t help but want more of his intoxicating lips on hers. But not today.

Pulling away, he let out a slight whine. But Sol gave him a quick peck.

“You’ll get more, when you get up.” And Sol pushes him into the room, leaving back to her own dorm, knowing that she’ll be faced with a big headache the next morning.

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When Joon Hwi is up the next morning, he’s greeted with a Jiho who rubs his eyes and holds his head in his hand. Joon Hwi isn’t sure if he’s spinning or the room is. Or if it is spinning in the first place. Jiho notices he’s up and grunts a good morning, before getting up to get ready.

The memories of last night come back to Joon Hwi in waves as the pieces start slowly fixing themselves together throughout the morning. By the time he’s at his first lecture, his memories have more or less come back.

He’s certain that Sol would be mad. He makes a mental note to send Seungjae an apology and thank you message. Then, he starts making plans to bribe the trio. He knows about Yebeom’s love for candy, so he starts with that. He just needs to think of what brand of sneakers to get for Bokgi. Heck, would bribes even work against them?

But throughout the morning, the boys do nothing to mention anything about last night. They chat about their hangover, how Seungjae is doing well with his new job and the amount of food they ate. No one mentions anything about Joon Hwi, or his words.

Joon Hwi counts himself safe. They must have forgotten, he thinks. He figures it was the best they did. It definitely would save him an earful from Sol and a large headache. During lunch, as they finished their simple meal at the cafeteria of soup, rice and bulgogi, Bokgi is about to clear his tray before he turns to Joon Hwi.

“Oh, hyung.”

“Hm?”

“We remember everything. From the start, to the end.” He says, a teasing grin on his face as he quickly scurries away, not wanting to die before he graduates. Joon Hwi rolls his eyes back and groans.

Well, shit.

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bonus:

“Sol B, did you know our roommates are dating?” Jiho asks, his voice slightly slurred as Sol B drags him up the stairs. She gives a nod. Sol B was no idiot to fall for her roommate’s excuses, when her face gave it all away. It was fascinating how the others haven’t noticed.

“It would be an insult to our careers if we didn't notice the way they looked at their phones.” She sarcastically says. Jiho manages to scoff. Sol B is about to tap Jiho’s key card of their door, but his hand stops hers, as she feels his body right behind his.

“Well, they haven’t found out about us yet.” Jiho says softly to her, his face nuzzled into her neck, lips brushing her neck as he slowly moves his lips up to her jaw. Sol brings a gentle hand to his cheek, before turning around to face Jiho.

“We’re better actors.” She whispers so soft. Jiho can't tell if it’s the alcohol or him, but all he knows is that Sol B looks so damm perfect with her doe-like eyes, soft pink lips and the way she teases him drives him insane. He wants her, and he wants her now.

He crashes his lips on hers, wanting to so desperately taste her. It’s been a long day, and he’s never felt so in need. Sol B tastes the lingering alcohol on his lips, but she couldn’t care. She needs him the same way he wants her. Her hands reach up to grab his hair as Jiho’s hands slip under her hoodie, feeling the smooth skin of her waist against his fingers. They know that they are in the middle of the hallway, but, god, it felt so good.

“God, I missed this.” Jiho mumbled, almost growling, against her lips, earning a slight smirk from the younger girl that he could feel. He sucks on her lower lip, earning a soft gasp from the girl as she only kisses him harder. Biting lovingly on her swollen lips, he shifts his attention to her jaw, leaving butterfly kisses and earning a sigh of pleasure from her.

But it was short lived, as she pulled away. They knew they had to stop, before their secret was revealed, too. Jiho wishes he could bring her into the dorm and continue this session with her. Sol B looks at him lovingly, biting her lip in an attempt to tease.

“We’ll continue this tomorrow.” Sol B says, giving him another loving kiss as she leaves for her room and Jiho returns to his, buzzed from the alcohol and the adrenaline rush from his make out session. He inwardly groans, hating how his girlfriend teases him, but also smirks, knowing how to get back at her the next day.

Let’s hope he remembers this.

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moeblob · 3 years ago

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I started playing Tales of Arise thanks to you. It's so fun!

YES! Glad you are enjoying it and I'm glad I could aid you in starting it! It's really fun and wow dang I have so many emotions for it and I really wanna draw for it more. Thank you for giving me an excuse to draw Law again ... I really hope you keep enjoying the game, anon! And I hope you enjoy Law bc I don't know how far you are or who you like tbh........ so I hope this is okay....

#tales of arise #law #moe talks a lot #gonna tag it that too cause its me chattering a bit asdfasf

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antiloreolympus · 3 years ago

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7 Anti LO Asks

1. Do you know what really gets my blood boiling about this comic? Persephone and Demeter's relationship.

In the myths, Demeter and Persephone loved each other more than anything. Their reunion is so important - it marked the coming of spring and growth. A whole cult was dedicated to this for crying out loud. Yes, the myths were far from perfect, but the Persephone and Demeter myth showed the strength of a loving mother-daughter relationship with Demeter searching endlessly to find her child that was ripped away and had her innocence forcibly taken.

Now, RS is not the only author to make Demeter this over-bearing mother type in order to put more positivity onto the Hades-Persephone relationship. However, RS takes this trend to a whole new level - to the point where I would even consider it misogyny.

How is it, she takes this beautiful mother-daughter relationship and makes it out to be an abusive and controlling one, and then takes the Hades-Persephone relationship from a forceful one to a loving, perfect relationship with no problems? How is it ok to ruin one relationship to elevate another?

I understand that many versions of the myth try to downplay Hades' actions, and even make it so Persephone actually falls in love with him and there is no rape. But it doesn't change that this relationship was problematic, and meant to represent the loss of innocence.

Then fans have the gall to claim this comic is feminist and then claim on top of that that Demeter and Persephone's relationship was the same in the myth? These fans clearly don't know the myths, and neither does RS.

Making Hades a good person is fine. Changing it up a bit to make Persephone's loss of innocence something else is also fine. But ruining Demeter and Persephone's relationship? Especially when Persephone has to spend half the year with her? So horrible.

2. im sorry, but rachel cant introduce KRONOS coming back and then dropping it for several episodes to focus on a stake-less trail and persephone not knowing what lingerie to seduce hades in. like thats too much of an earth shaking development and huge stake plot point to just ignore for months to focus instead on something as minor as hxp's relationship, which only points out a huge flaw: why is hxp's relationship so minor in this? isnt the whole point supposed to be about them?

3. I think LO completely dropped the ball over Hades’ characterization.

From the first ep I thought ok, this is good, we have some bones to see he’s not that lucky in love and is just tired and lonely, and while ignoring the creepy actions towards Persephone, I thought ok, Artemis hates him, Hestia hates, even Ares hates him, maybe once Persephone finally sees the underworld and probably gets to know him it’ll be a clever twist and they’ll be proven wrong. The underworld will turn out to be fair and just, the citizens will love Hades, he’ll be revealed to be a good leader and king and not like his brothers, it’ll be like everyone saying Hades of myth isn’t actually that bad, and it’ll help reinforce why this sweet and bubbly Persephone wants him, she sees the real him, not the mean rumors and assumptions, this is perfect.

And then it just didn’t happen. The exact opposite happened, actually.

We’re shown the LO underworld is cruel and unjust, where the poor dead are forced into slavery and Hades created a harsh class divide with him and him only on top, the citizens hate him, the underworld gods don’t trust him and openly seem ok if he’s taken out of power, he’s not a good leader and king and doesn’t even want the job yet keeps it for his own ego and grip of power m, and on top of it all he is just like his brothers, if not worse. He loves to get violent over any little slight against him, he hoards wealth and resources to enrich himself while his citizens starve and struggle to survive, he’s corrupt, he controls all the media and laws to bend to his will, sleeps with his brothers wife for centuries behind his back while claiming to be holier than thou, he has sex with his secretaries who are made dependent on him for any way to survive, and now he lusts after his barely legal intern who is also now dependent on him for her way to survive, and that’s only what I remember off the top of my head.

LO perfectly set up to prove Hades isn’t the devil or the false pop culture assumption that he’s evil and to show some actual facts from myth, and yet Rachel only ended up reinforcing exactly that and even making him even worse with her made up ideas, all while thinking having Persephone ignore or excuse it somehow makes it not bad or even a good thing. It’s honestly kind of impressive just how bad of writing that actually is.

4. Chapter 172 is not that interesting. It’s setup had me excited to see Hephaestus and Hera and learning more about echo, but it’s cut so short. Because again the story can’t leave HXP out for 2 seconds.

I can also see why Zeus is gonna go insane.

5. i agree w/ other anon. LO should have pulled a PJO or a BoZ and just made up OCs and have them interact with the gods than whatever Rachel thinks shes doing, which is lying she's being accurate and faithful while completely changing all of it, removing what is needed, and adding what isnt so that it lines up with no actual myth besides like, various 50 shades fanfic she read in 2015 and some popular tumblr text posts.

6 . the animation studio behind blood of zeus literally can only draw one face for the men and one face for the women and they were still able to make the gods all look distinct and hot while LO can't even bother to use more than 6 colors and can only have the women look as tiny as possible with the biggest boobs while the men are all just lego men.

7. ////FP SPOILERS////

Okay so like I stopped reading LO way back before season 1 ended, and a majority of my knowledge of the series comes from what I read here on your blog which is enough for me lol and I decided to read the latest 5 chapters just to see what's up (on zahard. I refuse to give the actual series any views)

And I just. Could not take the whole scene with Daphne running from Apollo seriously? The anatomy and art inconsistency was so distracting that i genuinely could not find it serious. Even when Thanatos discovers her hibernated body I couldn't take it seriously because of how she looked?

And when Hades had that call (??? Was it a call? Or his inner dialogue? I couldn't really tell ngl) with Zeus and said he's causing Persephone unnecessary distress, and that she didn't pose any threat. B!tch??? She killed a ton of mortals??? She has no control over her powers???? She's literally a fugitive for the aforementioned things??? She apparently woke Kronos up? (Idk if anyone knows about that, again my knowledge only spans to whatever I read here) Hello????

And I have a lot to say about the chapters starting the trial but I'll only mention one thing; Hades saying "I don't think blindly supporting my little brother would be doing him any favours (as a ruler)" had me cackling. This is coming from a guy blindly supporting a girl he's literally only known for a few weeks, who's like what, only recently turned 20? Sit tf down Hades you're not cool, you creepy ass overgrown smurf.

Overall I still hate this series lmao. Regarding art though I feel like I wouldn't be so miffed about the anatomy much if the character designs were consistent and the story was compelling. They literally change hairstyles and body types frame by frame, and it's distracting.

The timeline from what I read here is laughable. 4 years in publication with almost 200 chapters and you're telling me only like a month has passed canonically. That's wild and such poor writing.

And as someone who literally will sympathise with any lead character pretty quickly, the story makes me hate them. It makes me want to root against them. I also hate the fact this trash is somehow top ranked on webtoons when so many other stories are far better then it.

Anyway, many thanks to this blog for existing and allowing me to dump so much text here to vent out my hate for this series lmao. You the mvp fam, hope you're having a good day 🥂🥂🥂

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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plaidbooks · 4 years ago

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Hello!☺️ I love your writing so much !! Can I request something cute and fluffy for Barba x reader? Raf being a single dad, please? I can't stop thinking about it, the idea popped into my head and it doesn't go away 😂

Fatherhood

A/N: Heya Anon! Trying to come up with a way that Rafi is a father with no one knowing was fun haha! This is fluff with the slightest bit of angst. Hope you enjoy!

Tags: child abduction

Words: 1638

Taglist: @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @infiniteoddball @ben-c-group-therapy @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @detective-giggles @dianilaws

It was a Saturday morning, and Rafael had the day off. Everyone made their jokes about what Rafael Barba even did on a day off—catch up on paperwork, get in a fight on Twitter with a defense attorney or idiot politician, or read up on some obscure law so he could use it in a trial to sound smarter than everyone else—but no one came close to what he actually did when not at work. Dressed in a loose polo shirt and jeans, he made the trip to his sister’s house. Not even Olivia knew his sister existed, let alone anyone else he worked with. Rafael had always been a private man, but he made sure to bury this side of his life so deep down, no one could use it against him…especially after the debacle with Willard digging into his personal bank account. Rafael was smarter, though; he wasn’t stupid enough to have this tied to his public life, his main bank account, his personal cell phone.

He knocked on the door, a wide smile on his face as a little girl with long, black hair and his green eyes answered. “Daddy!” she yelled, throwing the door open and launching herself into his torso.

“Alma, mi vida!” Rafael laughed, picking her up and kissing her cheek. When Rafael’s girlfriend slammed the door in his face 5 years ago, leaving a swaddled baby in his arms, he had no idea what to do. He waffled on the idea of putting her up for adoption, but his Mamí would have disowned him. It’s not that he didn’t instantly love Alma. But with his hectic schedule, and with his student loans and other bills, he had no idea how to care for a child. Thankfully, his Mamí, Abuelita, and sister had stepped up to help as much as they could. And so, he was there for his little Alma as much as he could be, and his sister watched her when he was stuck at work, or when Alma wasn’t in school. He paid for everything—with a private, separate bank account—and he never talked about her…to protect her. He saw how Olivia had to deal with threats, whether against her or Noah, and he didn’t think he could handle it. Even though he was a lawyer, not an NYPD officer, he still got threats on the reg, and he slept better knowing his daughter was safe…even if that meant not seeing her as often.

“Ready to go to the park?” Rafael asked, putting her on the ground. “Go grab your jacket; the wind is chilly.”

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On the walk to the park, Alma filled in Rafael on everything she had done at school this week. It was her first year in school, kindergarten, and she was excited to fill him in, even though they talked every evening on the phone.

“And then I got a gold star cause I knew the wholeeeee alphabet!” Alma said happily.

Rafael smiled down at her. “That’s because you’re the smartest girl in class!”

They walked by a small ice cream stand, and Alma screamed, “daddy, daddy! Ice cream!” And how could he ever say no to her? So, taking her hand in his, he walked up to the stand, getting Alma and himself an ice cream cone—chocolate swirl for her, vanilla for him. She absolutely covered hers in sprinkles, then giggled as she licked it, covering her face in rainbow chocolate. Rafael grinned, snapping a picture on his backup cell, and pulling out his emergency wet wipes.

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Days like today made Rafael the happiest man in the world. He laughed as Alma yelled, “daddy, look at me!” while she was on the play structure. He never took his eyes off her, making sure she was safe…well, as safe as a five-year-old could be on a playground with a bunch of other kids. Every time she tripped and fell, he had a mini heart attack, and he forced himself to not rush over to her. But then she’d get back up, laughing, and bounding around the playground once more.

“Is that one yours?” a woman asked, pointing at Alma.

Rafael turned to her, smiling proudly. “My one and only,” he replied.

“Aww, we should schedule a playdate with my little Chelsea! Look at them; they’re already becoming quick friends!” the woman said. Rafael looked back to where Alma was playing but frowned as he didn’t see her. Panic started to blossom in his chest as his eyes scanned the playground, searching for her pink jacket.

“Alma?” he called, his voice raised almost hysterically. He started rushing around the playground, looking everywhere. He only looked away for a second; where could she have gone? “Alma?!”

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You were jogging down a familiar path in the park, your music low in your ears, breathing measured. Stopping for a moment to wipe the sweat from your brow, you glanced around, taking in the sights; there weren’t many people in this part of the park, mostly just other joggers. But one thing did catch your eye; a man leading a young girl across the grass at a brisk pace. Something seemed…wrong, off. The girl was…struggling? It could just be an unruly child, but…. Following your instinct, you jogged over.

“Excuse me, your daughter is adorable,” you said cautiously, unsure how else to stop him.

“Thanks,” he replied, barely glancing at you as he tried to move passed you.

You kept in front of him. “What’s her name?”

Before he could even answer, the girl whined, “I don’t know this man!”

Heart in your throat, you made eye contact with the man for a split second before instincts took over once again, your fist connecting with his jaw. He dropped to the grass, out cold, and you reached your hand out for the little girl to grab.

“What happened, honey? What’s your name?” you asked.

She looked at you with wide eyes, but she didn’t cry; she just looked shocked. “Alma…he grabbed my arm while I was on the slide,” she explained.

Just then, the man started to stir. You glanced around at the people jogging by, and you waved your free hand. “Hey, I need someone to call the police,” you called, moving to stand on the man’s back.

A woman with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail noticed you and came jogging over. “I’m NYPD; what’s going on here?”

You explained the situation, and she called for backup. “I’m going to take this little girl back to the playground—find her parents,” you said.

“I, uh, I know you’re trying to help. But I can’t let you leave with that child,” the woman—Detective Rollins, she had said—replied.

“Look, I’m not in the market for becoming a mother. But I’m positive Alma’s is freaking out right now, and she deserves to know her daughter is safe,” you reasoned.

Rollins weighed her options—who knew how long it would take until backup came? And what if Alma’s parents didn’t come this direction? It was a big park; it was entirely possible that they wouldn’t.

“Yeah, okay, fine. But if I see this little girl on a missing person’s report, I will personally track you down,” she promised. You nodded, taking Alma’s hand in yours and heading towards the playground.

“Who are you here with?” you asked. This poor girl; she couldn’t have been more than five…. You were going to rip apart her parents.

“My daddy! I haven’t seen him all week, so he took me to the park to play,” Alma said, giggling. Yep, you were going to kill this man. First, he doesn’t spend enough time with his daughter, and then he lets her get abducted?

You and Alma had made it halfway to the playground before she pulled from your grasp with a scream of “daddy!” and rushed to a man, who in turn yelled her name. He ran to her, scooping her into his arms and hugging her tightly, kissing her forehead. It was an endearing sight, and you felt some of your anger ebb away at the action. His eyes locked to yours, and he made his way to you. The remaining anger left when you realized how attractive he was, his bright green eyes drawing you in.

“Are you the one that found Alma?” he asked, still clutching the girl to him as if he’d lose her again.

“I am, yeah. Some guy was trying to take her; I think a Detective Rollins is still waiting for officers to arrest the guy. It’d be nice if you went and talked to her, showed her that I did return your daughter to you—”

“No, I’m taking Alma home, where it’s safe,” he cut you off. You gave him a questioning look, and he quickly changed subjects. “Thank you so much, for saving my little girl. Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

“Besides talking to that detective for me?” you smirked. He opened his mouth to reply, before he was cut off.

“Daddy, can she come over for dinner?” Alma asked, giving you the biggest grin. You felt your cheeks warm and the man’s ears turned pink.

“Ah, only if it’s okay with her,” he replied, looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

You glanced at the hand wrapped around his daughter’s back; no wedding ring, no wife to make jealous. “Y-yeah, sure. I’d love to.” How could you say no to this little girl? She was just too damn cute.

“Yay!” she cheered, almost falling from her father’s grasp before he caught her.

He turned to walk back towards the playground, and you fell into step beside him. “My name is Rafael, by the way,” he said, holding out a hand for you to shake.

#rafael barba x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing #Anonymous

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hanaasbananas · 4 years ago

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Oooo if you’re doing this, maybe #20 and adrinette for the kissing prompts🥰 I love your writing💕 it’s one of my greatest inspirations

Aww thank you anon! I really had fun with this one lol but it uh...kinda got away from me oops. Hope you like it!

Prompt list

#20: Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

“—excuse me,” Marinette stepped away from the group of people she was talking to, casting her gaze across the hall, in search of Adrien’s telltale blonde head.

But he was nowhere to be found.

Frowning slightly, she pulled her phone out of her purse, just as it buzzed with a new message.

Adrien: Gone down to kitchens. brb

“Really?” she muttered under her breath. Blowing out a frustrated breath, she began to weave through the crowd, nodding politely at anyone who met her eye.

It was their engagement party-not the one they’d organised themselves for friends and family, but the one Gabriel had insisted they have. Her soon to be father in law had invited anyone and everyone in the fashion industry- ergo, nobody Marinette knew particularly well, nor did she care to after the dull conversations she’d been having all night.

She and Adrien had barely had a second to themselves to even talk, being whisked around the room by Gabriel to socialise and make nice with everyone in attendance.

It was exhausting.

Marinette couldn’t blame Adrien for escaping as soon as he could. She could blame him for not taking her with him, though.

Reaching the exit, Marinette stepped out into the stairwell, shivering slightly as the door slammed shut behind her. The cool nights air was a welcome relief to her flushed skin, and she stood for a moment, simply basking in it, rubbing her arms briskly. She hadn’t even realised how hot it had gotten inside, how stuffy, until she was inhaling great big lungfuls of fresh air as though she had been starved of oxygen.

Hurrying down the stairs, Marinette paused on the platform halfway down when the door at the bottom opened, followed by rapid footsteps.

Adrien looked up, startled “what are you doing down here?”

“I came to find you, actually,” Marinette retorted. Smiling slyly, she continued “we’ve barely had a moment to ourselves all evening. Maybe I wanted to get my fiancé alone for a little while, and you gave me the perfect excuse to do it.”

Comprehension dawned on Adrien’s face and he came up the rest of the stairs, stopping on the step just below where she stood.

“Is that so?” The corner of Adrien’s mouth ticked up in a smirk. Grabbing hold of her waist, he put a gentle pressure on her, bringing her forward. From that single point of contact, warmth spread all throughout her body, heat pooling in her belly and electrifying her blood.She came forward willingly, dipping her head down, and resting her hands on his shoulders.

Ever since his growth spurt when they were teenagers, when he shot up to over 6ft, Marinette had reveled in the-very rare- opportunities she got to kiss Adrien from a higher angle.

Today was no different.

His hand tightened on her waist as she bought her mouth close to his, her gaze flicking between his mouth and eyes before she pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. Adrien tilted his head up, exposing his throat, and a thrill ran down her spine. Before she could second guess herself, she began peppering light kisses along his jawline, giggling when her lips met the spot just below his jaw and she felt his pulse jump at the contact.

“What about...what about the party?” Adrien murmured, speaking with great difficulty, as though struggling to remember what it was he was talking about.

“They’re celebrating our engagement,” Marinette replied. “I’m sure they’ll understand if we...disappear for a while.”

That was all he needed to hear. Surging up, he captured her lips with his own, his hand sliding behind her neck and up into her hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands. His tongue darted out, tracing the seam of her lips, and she opened her mouth to him, sighing as his tongue curled around hers and he swallowed her moan.

Sensing her growing discomfort at the way her head was tilted down, Adrien pulled away, walking her backwards until they hit the wall of the stairwell.

Marinette wrapped her arms around his shoulders, drawing him closer, tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth until he groaned in the back of his throat, the sound vibrating in his chest pressed flush against hers.

Distantly, she became aware of a door opening, and then—“oh!”

They froze, Adrien pulling away until his mouth hovered just over hers, both of them hardly daring to move as they heard footsteps retreating hastily, and the door slammed shut once more leaving them in silence.

For a long moment, they stared at each other wide eyed. Adrien looked thoroughly ravished, his pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, and hair disheveled. Not to mention the lipstick prints along his jaw. Marinette was fairly certain she looked just as bad, though in that moment she couldn’t bring herself to care, as they both dissolved into uncontrollable giggles, setting each other off again every time they met the other’s eyes.

“We should probably go back upstairs,” Adrien said eventually, once they had managed to calm down, though he didn’t sound particularly enthused about the suggestion.

“Mhm, yeah,” she hummed, drawing his head down to kiss him again. “We’ll go in five minutes.”

#anon #miraculous ladybug #adrinette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #writing prompt #ask game #this was fun!

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years ago

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Tongue Tied - Tim Drake x Reader

Words: 2.4k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hello lovely author, may I please request a Tim x reader who start as nerd friends, then she finds out about him being Red Robin before he can tell her, and then Red Robin saves her one day and she lets slip that she knows it's Tim. With her smarts, she's able to help him with cases and missions, and the batfam is impressed by how smart she is. You can choose whether it's a romantic ending or not, that's up to you. I just feel like smart Tim needs to be seen more. Thanks😊”

LINK TO PROMPTS & MASTERLIST -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

When I tell you I love me a smart reader I LOVE ME A SMART READER! Thank you so much for the wonderful request! Strap in dear anon you set me up for a long one and I really said “get in the car!” I hope you enjoy ; )

In the midst of a mental breakdown you let the flashbacks ensue, that’s the only correct way to lose your mind as everything you thought you knew crumbled around you right?

First you remembered “meeting” Tim Drake-Wayne for the first time. You always put meeting in quotes because you’d been in love with him for months and had sleuthed out his favorite coffee shop just to stumble into him. And because you’re you, nothing can really go as planned can it? Your plan to stumble into Tim was taken more literally when he caught you from tripping as you tried to enter the store, as you pulled yourself from his chest you felt your cheeks redden immediately.

“Oh my gosh I am such a klutz I’m so sorry” he looked flustered himself, nervously fidgeting with his sweatshirt sleeve. “Oh uh, no problem, are you okay?” he up from his jacket to meet your eyes, and though he’d never tell you his heart melted on the spot, his brother Dick defined it as “love at first sight” but that seemed too cheesy. “I’m fine! You going in here too? This is my favorite spot!” you shook off the nerves, making your way into the cafe. Tim followed you in, and to your surprise paid for your drink. Sitting at a little bar you pulled out some of your college textbooks before you realized Tim and slipped into the seat next to you.

“You in college?” his voice made you jump, your head jolting up. “Oh - no! I just think this kinda stuff is interesting. Math can predict everything ya know!” you slid your textbook between the two of you, feeling Tim’s shoulder lightly brush yours as he leaned in to read it. “Totally! Like even the golden ratio in nature!” Tim explained excitedly.

That day turned into texting every single day and hanging out whenever Tim could, and it slowly developed into a best friendship.

How did you not see the red flags like how Tim could rarely, almost never hangout at night? Or how he’d have strange bruises scattered across his body. Tim always looked dead tired but you knew he didn’t do any activities after school, to be honest the math just didn’t add up, so you took to investigating before making a conclusion - as any good scientist would. And because he’s a messy teenage boy investigation was easy.

While over at the manor Bruce had called Tim to W.E. for some sort of emergency press conference about his younger brother Damian biting a reporter, the interview was only supposed to be a half an hour. So, Tim left you with snacks and Youtube in his room while he threw on a suit and tie, which he looked like an absolute five course meal in - that wasn’t the point. You took the opportunity the riffle through his room, not exactly sure what you were looking for as you pawed through stacks of overdue assignments and dirty clothes.

With deep breaths you relived the moment that hadn’t stopped playing in your head, finding his Red Robin suit. Throwing open his closet you stifled a laugh at his pajama pants and ratty t-shirts but you choked on air when a deep red and black suit fell from the top of his closet onto your face. Thinking it was some sort of halloween costume you held it up and realized what you were touching. It made sense, the late nights, bruises, frantic cancellations, it all added up except that Tim was the sweetest person you knew, the most loving soul you knew was kicking ass while you struggled through trigonometry.

Unable to comprehend what was happening you put everything away and went home, shooting Tim some bullshit excuse about your family as your ran up to your room and began making a list - comparing Tim’s absences to Red Robin sightings, googling photos of Red Robin and drawing comparisons to the way he held himself like your best friend. There truly was no denying - Tim Drake was the Red Robin. Then it hit you like a truck - Bruce Wayne was Batman. And you assumed all of Tim’s adoptive family were vigilantes as well. You didn’t sleep that night, trying to make google searches that didn’t give anything away while trying to make a list of everything you discovered.

Tim was Red Robin. You still couldn’t wrap your mind around it. So you sat in your room at 4am, crying. Because Tim was probably out risking his life for years without you knowing. Everytime you yelled at him for cancelling plans was probably because he was out saving lives and he took all your anger, he let you berate him for scrapping his knees when it was probably the fucking Joker whooping his ass. Is it right to apologize? To tell him what you found out and try to move on with the friendship. Is this like a “now that you know I have to kill you” kinda thing? You weren’t exactly ready to die.

It seemed like Tim’s secret to keep, it was difficult at first to keep the facade that you didn’t know what he was doing at night, you just tried to always be understanding and appreciative of all the time he made for you. You fell back into the lull of best-friendship, Robin or not, Tim was the best person you knew.

“You’re in love with her Drake” Damian chided, almost annoyed with Tim’s ambivalence on the topic of his life long crush. “Am not, she’s my best friend. It’s not my fault you don’t understand friendships demon” Tim spat back, keeping his head down to hide his blush. “I’m with the demon, you practically worship the ground she walks on” Jason called, drinking straight from.a carton of milk as Dick cried out in disgust before adding his own opinion to the mess that was Tim’s love life. “Sorry kid it’s 3 to 1 which means you have to ask her out for real, remember last time?” Tim glared at the mention of his failed date proposal where you thought he was speaking in strictly hypotheticals. “You can’t out vote me on my own feelings” Tim groaned. “All in favor of allowing us to out vote Tim?” The three raised their hands again as Tim stomped up to his room, he planned on going on a peaceful patrol to plan his dream date for you.

A couple weeks into knowing Tim’s secret you learned that if you climbed to the roof of your apartment building you could see Batman and whomever he took out for patrol flipping around the city late at night. It had become a nightly routine and you’d grown to be able to identify the hero by their style of movement, your notebook filled with notes and sketches about each boy or girl. Then when you hungout with Tim you could match a vigilante’s mannerisms with one of his siblings, it was simple science really. Then you began taking down notes about whoever the Bats were fighting if it was public, discovering little facts and trying to slip Tim subconscious knowledge, it was the least you could do to help your favorite boy on earth.

But that wasn’t enough, you wanted in on the excitement of crime fighting, to have more knowledge than was on broadcast TV. So you took to the streets of Gotham armed with pepper spray, a pocket knife, and a notepad. You learned tidbits of information that you poured over, working it together until you’d solved a case, then you’d slip hypothetical ideas to Tim throughout the hours of hanging out. You felt like a real life hero, and you were getting better by the day.

“Jeez Tim it’s like you’ve been working double time! You’re solving cases before they’re even on B’s radar, what’s your secret kid genius?” Dick was stretching on the BatComputer while Tim feverishly typed in his newest solve. “Well I hangout with Y/N! She’s like a good luck charm dude I also get the best ideas when I’m with her! It’s pure magic bro I’m telling you” Tim explained as he frantically finished his report. “Lovers do have that effect! So when are you gonna tell her you’re in loveeeeee” Dick cooed as Tim shook his head. “Shut up Dickwing I’m working” was all he could give Dick without blushing or mixing up his words. He just had to plan something perfect.

But it never was perfect was it?

Kill Croc was out in the sewer, and you’d taken it upon yourself to help Tim out, you knew people who knew some of the people that helped out Croc and you were determined to find him first at any cost. That’s how you accidentally ended up in a dirty drug deal.

“Hey Timbers, you’re gonna wanna get to my location asap, I’m pretty sure your girlfriend is in trouble and it would be rude of me not to offer her saving to you” Jason heard a scramble from the other side of the comm as Tim confirmed he was on the way. He watched carefully as you searched for an escape from your capture, normally he would’ve busted the drug dealers for capturing teenagers by now but he was feeling magnanimous, deciding to give Tim the opportunity to save an unsuspecting but terrified Y/N.

There were definitely no clear exits, you cursed yourself for getting too close. You were not Red Robin, you played the long game you didn’t rush into the arms of armed drug dealers in the name of the law. Your heart was beating out of your chest as they pointed a gun at you, forcing you to walk towards a sketchy delivery truck with the other kids. “Ooh totally not gonna happen!” a familiar voice cheered as glass windows shattered, none other than your best friend stood with a grin. He looked hot as fu- not the time, not the time.

“Come any closer we’ll blow her brains out!” you felt a loaded pistol connect with the back of your head as you froze, begging to any god to live and promising not to be a field agent ever again. “That’ll be pretty hard without your gun dumbass” Tim called as four batarangs knocked the guns out of all the guy’s hands. Red Hood, who you knew was Jason Todd, burst through the back windows, guns raised. “I thought we had a deal you sorry bitches. Now let these kids go or I’ll show you what blowing brains out really looks like” the men froze, letting everyone escape.

“Too late for us, but we’re taking the pretty girl with us!” one of the men had picked up their gun, aiming it straight between your eyes and firing. You screeched when a flash of red jumped in front of you. Almost in slomo you watched the bullet connect with Tim’s body. Your scream was deafened by Red Hood’s guns as he knocked all the men completely out. Rushing to Tim’s side you pulling his head into your lap. “Tim! Oh my god Tim are you okay!” you cried as Red Robin pulled off his domino mask to reveal a very confused Tim Drake. “Kevlar, I’m fine, bullets pack a punch but it just knocked the wind out of me, how did you know who I was?” Tim sat up, showing you the bullet sized dent in his suit.

“We should go somewhere else and I can explain” you smiled sheepishly, letting Tim put his cowl back on as he loops his arm around your waist, pulling you to the top of the nearest building.

“YOU’VE KNOWN FOR MONTHS” Tim looked shocked as you explained how you figured it out and how you’ve been helping him out for weeks. “Should I have told you? I’m really sorry I just didn’t know I felt like you’d tell me when you were ready” you flinched at Tim’s shout and he calmed down. “To be honest I don’t know, you’re one of few that know who I am, but I’m glad you know, makes this even better” Tim added the last part softly, placing his hand on your cheek to lift your lips to his. Your eyes widened in shock before fluttering closed, kissing him back. The build up of months detangled itself in a night, and kissing Tim was just as perfect as you’d imagined all those years ago.

“So you’ve really been solving all those cases and you didn’t even tell me! You’re totally amazing at it!” Tim added, almost as if he’d been thinking during the kiss. “Yeah it’s pretty fun, you’re still gonna let me help right? I’m not stopping now!” you poked Tim’s chest while he thought. “I mean I’m pretty sure Babs needs a partner, but no ground work, you saw how well that went tonight, but it’ll be good to have a partner who finally knows everything” Tim exhaled, letting everything off his chest.

“Partners!” you smiled, leaning in to seal the deal with a kiss.

“This is totally epic” you stood stunned as the BatCave shined in all it’s glory. “I mean yeah it’s pretty cool, look this is my actual suit, I bet the one you saw was an older model!” Tim let you around the cave, showing off his favorite parts. You squeezed his hand trying to convey how excited you were. “I’m gonna be a better detective than you soon Timmy” you teased as Tim showed you the ropes of the BatComputer. “In your dreams babe” he rolled his eyes. “Babe huh? Didn’t realize you asked me out” you scrunched your nose at Tim while he blushed. “Oh uh, see I meant to, but yeah, I definitely should do that like-” you cut him off “yes Tim I’ll be your girlfriend you idiot” you laughed at how tongue tied the loveable boy was. You weren’t going to pretend like you didn’t get flustered around him either - you practically tripped on your own feet the first time you met him, but look how far you’d came from there.

From friends to partners to lovers and probably everything in between, you were finally Tim’s in every way, working side by side was the best thing to ever happen to both of you. That’s not quite right. Tim Drake himself was just simply the best thing that’s ever happened to you. And you to him. And that’s truly love at it’s finest.

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worldwidemochiguy · 5 years ago

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Paris (Soft! Yandere Yoongi)

➵ Yoongi cheers you up after you discover you’ve flunked out of college. Little do you know, it’s due to Yoongi’s interference that you had to leave in the first place…

➵ Warnings: Yandere behaviour, manipulation, deceit, unhealthy mindset, idealisation of unhealthy relationships, implied sex but no actual sex

➵ Word Count: 1.3K

➵ Masterlist for all my other fics <3

➵ a/n: thanks to anon who requested a yoongi fic where the reader is down abt something that she doesn’t know yoongi did, hope you enjoy!! and also happy 27th birthday to one of the 7 lights of my life 🤧 my yoongles boongles, my lil meow meow, my honey boy, i love you dearly even if it isn’t shown in my fic distribution 💀💜

Once Yoongi hears a third sigh leave your lips, he knows something is wrong.

You had excused the first one as a mere exhale. It carelessly slipped out as your lips parted, you explained, not meeting his gaze. Yoongi had his suspicions, but he kept them to himself until they were aroused a second time. Your shoulders slightly slumped as you told him it was merely a repressed yawn.

But a third time… a third time means something.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Yoongi asks, a slight note of worry permeating his voice. You — again — you sigh, and a fourth time has got to mean something, Yoongi frets-

“I just-” you interrupt yourself with yet another sigh and Yoongi can’t help but gather you into his arms gently. Your next words, though they are uttered into the soft fabric of his sweater, are still clearly audible to Yoongi.

“I flunked out of college.”

Yoongi stiffens for a moment, before forcing himself to relax again. When he had first approached your college professors, he had just wanted to check on the people who were meant to be teaching you, just to ensure they were all people he didn’t mind you being around.

But, once he saw how handsome your surprisingly young literature professor was, and how fondly he spoke of you — Oh, Y/n’s the best student in my class… always willing to help other students… so kind… oh, you’re her boyfriend? she never mentioned you… — and before he knew it, he was telling the Dean to expel you or Yoongi would murder his entire family.

Yoongi was glad you had been spending more of your time with him this week, and he was very glad he had saved you from that pervert of a teacher, but he hadn’t realised you would be this upset about it. Yoongi thought you would receive the news with a shrug and a smile, happy you would have more free time to spend with your beloved boyfriend.

Yoongi certainly doesn’t regret his decision in any way, but a part of him feels bad that you are now quietly pretending not to cry into his chest while he rubs your back.

“I just-” You make an aborted sob, “I tried so hard to study well and make you proud, but I’m just too dumb. I don’t deserve you, Yoongi. You should get a smarter girlfriend.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Yoongi wrenches your hands away from your tear-streaked cheeks, tilting your chin up so your wet eyes meet his.

“Don’t ever talk like that about yourself.” Yoongi says sternly, before softening when your lower lip trembles. “Sweetheart… you aren’t dumb…” Yoongi deliberates for a moment over whether he should tell the truth or not. You really aren’t dumb, you had been doing exceedingly well in all your classes, it was only due to him that you had ‘failed’.

But when you curl up and rest your head on his chest, Yoongi knows he can never reveal that he has broken your trust like that, and risk loosing you entirely. It is much better to have you like this, still innocent and temporarily upset. Yoongi will just have to cheer you up.

“I love you so much. You think bad grades will change that?” He questions, chuckling a little when he feels you give a weak nod. He strokes a hand down your hair, never forgetting to admire how soft it is, how soft you are, how lucky he is that you’re his.

“Sweetheart, my baby, my perfect girl…” Yoongi coos at you, delighted when the nicknames prompt you to bat his chest weakly, flustered. “Nothing could overcome my love for you. Nothing. I’m never letting you go, sweetheart. We’re in this for life. You think you’ll need a degree when we’re on our honeymoon in the Bahamas?”

“The Bahamas?” You lift up your head to give him a querying look, and Yoongi feels his heart burst at how adorable and rumpled you look, your cheeks still rosy and slightly swollen.

“It doesn’t have to be the Bahamas. We can go anywhere you want, sweetheart.”

“…Can we go to Paris?” You ask, a smile beginning to show in your voice even if your lips are still stuck in that cute pout.

Yoongi feels relief building in him. He has found a way to cheer you up, to distract you and stop you from asking questions about why you flunked college in the first place.

“Paris? That’s a very romantic place, sweetheart. Are you trying to hint at something?” He raises his eyebrows at you in a mock-enquiry and your beautiful smile finally appears again, though you immediately hide it in his shirt.

“Maaaaaybe~” You giggle, and his heart skips a beat at the sound. “You were the one who brought up honeymoons in the first place.”

“I’ve never hidden the fact that I want to marry you. I’d propose tomorrow if I got the right opportunity.”

“Yoongi!” You scold him, pulling back properly to whack him on the chest. “You can’t just say that!”

“Why not?” Yoongi replies, stubbornly tugging you back into his embrace. “We both know it’s true. You’re mine, and I want it recognised by law.” You make an incomprehensible sound into his chest and he laughs again. “What?”

“You can’t just… say these things, oh my god. Don’t you have any shame?”

“Why would I be ashamed of my feelings for you?” His plain-spoken question makes you blush even more, pressing yourself into his chest so hard you feel like you could become one with it, just sink into his heart and stay there forever.

“I just meant… you’re not meant to say you’re going to propose before you actually do it. It- it ruins the surprise.”

“Well, I think that if you love someone enough to marry them, you should let them know you love them that much. I want you to know that I love you so deeply that marriage is an inevitable step we’re going to take. It shouldn’t be a surprise.”

“…”

“Oh no, are you sad again?” Yoongi asks, worried when you pull back with your eyes shining.

“Oh, Yoongi…” You say, your voice thick, before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and going onto tiptoes to kiss him.

He meets you halfway, immediately taking control of the kiss as he runs his tongue along the underside of your top lip, requesting entrance. You grant it to him and his arms come around your waist to steady you as your knees go weak, his tongue caressing yours so lovingly, so unquestionably caring that you can do nothing else but experience it.

“I love you.” You tell him breathlessly when the kiss is broken for a second, “I love you so much. I want to be your wife, someday. Soon. I want to be yours.”

“Sweetheart,” Yoongi growls, drawing you back into the kiss with a moan.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” You keep murmuring as he begins to trail kisses down your neck, sucking marks into your smooth skin. “I love- oh, Yoongi,” You moan as he runs his tongue over a particularly harsh bite. He groans as you pant above him, beginning to shake apart underneath his hands, his lips, his teeth.

“Fuck, sweetheart, keep saying my name like that. You don’t need anyone else other than me, right?”

“No- oh, Yoongi - no one but you. I love you, I only need you.”

And in this moment, it is true. You let go of all aspirations, all the dreams you used to hold so dear, and you become solely orientated on Yoongi, on how he makes you feel, on how encompassing his love seems to be.

As his hand finds yours and grips it tight — maybe just a little too tight — you forget why you were even sad about college. Your thoughts drift away as Yoongi leads you to the bedroom. I wonder if he’ll propose in Paris, you muse distantly.

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writerman · 4 years ago

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If you’re still talking prompts i was wondering if you could do one where Thranduil and Elrond accidentally propose to Bard without knowing they did and Bard accepts and starts to plan the wedding so when they go to actually propose to him there’s confusion, misunderstandings, humor and a little angst but a happy ending. Thank you if you do, your writing is the best 🥰

Hi, anon! Thank you for this one, it really made me think on how to word it for the misunderstanding. I truly hope you enjoy reading.

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Would you marry us?

It had been a stark and bold question and it left Bard reeling for a long moment, though his silence did not seem to perturb the two elves sitting across from the table from him.

No, they had remained quite unaffected by the sudden proposal while sipping tea and enjoying the warm spring sun as it shone through the tree canopy above them leaving dappled shadows over their serene faces.

After managing to locate some composure from somewhere Bard could still only give nothing more than a stunted nod.

“Are we even able to marry all three of us?” The words came out more a croak and Bard cleared his throat and took a long drink of his now cold tea. “Is there no law to say it is only between two elves or two humans?”

“Of course not, but remember that we are very important people, who will say no to us?” Thranduil mused with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. So confident with his words and there was Elrond nodding in agreement!

“Thranduil is correct, who would think to stop us fulfilling a wish that unifies us in nothing but love?” Fair enough but that did smack of a certain amount of overconfidence and Bard really wanted to be sure that in marrying the two elves he would not be upsetting the law of any elven culture.

Not that Thranduil or Elrond seemed to care much.

There was nothing about their whole demeanour that seemed even remotely excited about the marriage. They had all been married before perhaps a second wedding wasn’t something they were wholly interested in.

“When would you like to get married?” Bard asked if he was going to put some plans in motion he might as well get the details right away, even if they didn’t seem overly interested Bard wanted everything to be perfect.

“Autumn has always appealed to me,” Thranduil responded but he added nothing more

It was out of his realm of expertise, especially seeing as fishing was the only thing he believed he was good at, but he was ready to learn the ins and outs of planning a wedding.

Eventually, both elves excused themselves to deal with pressing matters in their kingdoms leaving Bard sat under the canopy of trees wondering why he felt so shell shocked by the whole exchange?

For a moment, he sat and looked at the now vacant seats and considered that perhaps he should have said no to their proposal, everything had felt so casual and Bard had always assumed elves held marriage with a sort of reverence one might have when discussing divinity.

Making his excuses later Bard returned to Dale and spoke with his closest friends and made the decision that even without a date he would at least plan something, even if it was deciding on his own outfit or a venue or flowers, it was something.

Holding off from bothering Elrond and Thranduil with any questions, Bard found the process unappealing and for a spell, he made no further arrangements. The eagerness he had expected simply was not there.

“Da, can I talk to you about something?” Sigrid knocked on the open door of Bard’s door that led to his drawing-room where he was struggling through several correspondences from Erebor.

Thankful for the interruption he nodded and gestured for her to take the chair across from him which she took but remained silent for a long moment as she watched him shuffling papers.

“You don’t seem happy to be getting married.” His shuffling stopped and he looked at her with an expression of surprise that he was unable to veil as anything else. Of course, someone had told her and he had an idea who but that didn’t matter all that much.

What did matter was that she was right. Bold and unapologetic in her statement, so much like her mother had been and at that moment he missed his wife more than he had ever done so in all the years he had been without her.

A keen pain so aching and sudden.

Gone in a second, as fleeting as a wish.

“Just conflicted about a few things, that’s all.” Bard managed to mumble but Sigrid didn’t look in any way convinced and she gave him a hard stare until he crumbled, “I’d like to preface this with the fact that I am not comfortable telling you my love woes, but I am concerned that their proposal was either not meant as serious or they believe that they had to ask instead of wanted to.”

“Da, I don’t think either of them would do something they didn’t want to do.” Her response was a simple one tinged with amusement and it was appreciated as it cut through the mire of worries that had plagued his mind for days.

“You’re right.” There wasn’t much more he could say or rather, what he needed to say was not for her ears and she was well aware of that as she moved to her feet and left him deep in thought without another word.

His kids were too smart for their own good sometimes.

But, by the Gods, having their clear-minded solutions offered without fanfare and with only the purest intentions gave him the healing his heart often needed.

It was early morning when Bard was woken to the sound of his children happily greeting someone in the hallway. The fact they were out of bed and he was not did not bode all that well.

Whoever had graced him with their presence had not announced their intentions to himself or his staff. And now he was sitting up in bed trying to chase away the sleep that still lingered enough that he would seem, somewhat, alert when someone came into the room to update him on the situation.

In reality, all he wished for was another hour in bed and the peace and quiet that came with the dead of night but it wasn’t in his stars to have a quiet day to himself as the bedroom creaked open.

He was greeted by the sight of two very familiar travel-worn elves who genuinely looked relieved to find him in bed still.

Both Elrond and Thranduil stepped in and the door was shut behind them with a purposely slam from someone outside the room. They divested themselves of their travelling gear and without ceremony climbed into the bed at either side of him, their cold hands chasing away the sleepy warmth as they both embraced him.

This was not the first time both of them had shown up unannounced and climbed into bed with him. It did leave him feeling uneasy that they would make decisions without his input that perhaps they were closer to one another than they were to him.

Closing his eyes he accepted the soft kisses to his face in greeting but he said nothing to them of their appearance in his home. Something about the situation ached deep inside him and it was now apparent to Thranduil and Elrond who put space between themselves and him with questions on the tip of their tongues and concern in their eyes.

“I don’t think I can marry you both.” It came out in a rush and the sorrow that overtook both elves was instantaneous to the point that Bard swore he could feel it coming off them in waves.

“What has changed your mind?” Elrond asked softly, his hand covered one of Bard’s and coaxed it from a balled fist so he was able to hold his hand. “I understand that we have not spent much time with you lately, meleth, we hoped to fix this with our visit here. Were we too late?” His gaze darts to Thranduil who is expressionless and does not offer any words of comfort to Elrond.

His words had hurt them both.

Of course, he regretted what he had said, he adored them both but there were too many times to count wherein he would feel so disconnected from them. It just didn’t seem feasible for them to be happily married while being spread across Middle Earth running kingdoms and spending months apart.

“Would it not be better if you both married instead?”

“Is that what you wish?” Thranduil’s voice was cold and his pale gaze studied Bard intently as though looking for something to give away what he was thinking but in the end, Thranduil looked away and gave a tired sigh. “It seems that we are unable to leave you for any amount of time without your thoughts becoming a tangled mess.” The affectionate tone which Thranduil now used was unexpected but the warmth in the words had Bard mentally lean toward the elf.

No relief came to him even when Elrond nodded in agreement.

“You think very lowly of yourself, Bard,” Elrond noted yet said nothing more but instead his hand disappeared into a pocket before producing a silver ring that shone bright like a star with the minimal amount of light that streaked through the shutters on Bard’s window.

“We came to propose to you. Thranduil and I wish to be married to you, we hope that in being wed to our favourite person you would slowly come to realise how precious you are to us.” The words were spoken softly and so filled with love were they it seemed more a prayer than a proposal and that was the reverence Bard had expected from them originally.

A blush bloomed over his cheeks and nose as he understood now that they had not proposed but had warned him that they would. They asked if he would be happy to be wed to them so that he was prepared for such a moment as this.

It took everything in him not to cover his face with embarrassment at the sudden understanding that he had very much misunderstood the conversation back in spring. His thoughts had jumped ahead of him leaving him confused and unhappy.

I should have just asked them about it.

“I don’t have any rings made for you. I wasn’t prepared, I'm sorry.” This didn’t bother Thranduil or Elrond and they merely shrugged while Elrond offered the ring to Bard again who, after being nudged by Thranduil, accepted the shining piece and allowed it to be slid onto his finger.

“Hm, it makes my heart sore to see you accept our proposal. We made the ring with silver from both our lands so that it is from both of us. We wondered if you might like to do the same for one of us?” Thranduil suggested but he didn’t expect an answer because he was too busy removing items of clothing so he could get more comfortable at Bard’s side in the bed.

“I am starting to think you gifted this massive bed to me for visits such as these. We all magically seem to fit in with plenty of space.” Bard mused aloud though in good humour of course. His head had calmed some as well as his heart and unease began to lift and dissipate with each second that passed in the company of his two loves.

Elrond laughed quietly beside him and as he rested his chin on Bard’s shoulder with an arm snaking around his waist to hold him in a tight embrace.

“Of course this was the reason. Your warmth is a constant source of joy to us, and how soundly we sleep when we hear the strong thrum of your heart in your chest. How could we hear it if you offered us the guest quarters?”

He had a point and who was he to argue with such a flawless logic. This was Elrond one of his soon to be husbands, he knew what he was talking about.

“Heartbeat is one of the reasons, however, I for one, like to listen to you talk in your sleep because you are ridiculous in both your conscious and unconscious,” Thranduil revealed as he tugged at Bard’s sleep clothes in a bid to get him to lie down. It worked and Elrond relinquished his hold on him and followed suit, his hand reaching across Bard in search of Thranduil’s.

This was good and right. The world seemed better now, and he was sure the sun was shining brighter up in the sky but for now, he would merely speculate as he had more important matters to attend to.

At that very moment, he was needed to provide warmth and the song of his heart to aid his beloved elves into sleep.

Everything else would just have to wait.

#Bard the Bowman #Thranduil #Elrond #Elbarduil #The Hobbit #Writing Prompt #Anonymous

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sparkles-and-trash · 5 years ago

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My fav 3 versions/interpretations of South Park characters thing!

I’m so sorry this took much longer than anticipated, I was gonna do it Friday but then I had a panic attack for the first time in forever because my CFS have been real bad lately and I was in such bad shape my BFF had to come and smack me back to life, and Sunday was suddenly full on breakdown day, a bad BPD episode and yeah, it was rough, but today I’m doing better and I realize nobody really cares about my personal issues lol but I just have a need to excuse myself here and I realize that’s kinda dumb but here we are ANYWAYS I hope these are okay, and that these are in no way the RIGHT interpretations, just my personal favorites!

Kyle:

suggested by the wonderful @otherluces <3

I’m not gonna lie, I love nerdy, preppy Kyle. Sweater-vests, collard shirts, doesn’t realize how attractive he is Kyle, oblivious to people having crushes on him Kyle, set on Harvard to become a lawyer and fight for justice and argue for a living, yanno?

I also really like the more dorky and nerdy Kyle, where he has really niché interests that he gets totally invested in and talks about 24/7, loves reading and studying, but not just to get good results, but because he genuinly enjoys it.

The last version I can think of with him, is the tall, lanky and kinda hard to read Kyle. He keeps a lot of his feelings to himself, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them. He plays basketball, he’s good at it too, and while he does well in school and everyone expects him to go into law, he has some totally different dream he keeps to himself for now. He kinda perks up a bit when in smaller crowds, esp with his cloest friends, but he still carries a lot of secrets that some time needs to come out.

Tweek:

suggested by my new fren @soft-craig-and-tweek ^^

I like Tweek in so many ways these were hard to pick, but I’mma try to narrow it down a bit and not go totally off haha

I actually quite enjoy the jagged, tired Tweek, the one who with help from friends and family manage to get off the meth his parents feed him secretly, but who still struggle with withdrawal, dark bags under his eyes, kinda pale and with sharp features, but he’s still a sweet and kind boy, a boy who wants to make the right choices and change the world to a better place, but who still has a darkness he carries, and the fact that he never gives up that fight is what makes him so special

and okay I have to be honest, I do love myself some sunshine boy Tweek. This Tweek still has issues, he is maybe even more anxious than the last one, but he’s also just as vibrant and energetic as he is anxious! He is an artist, he paints with bright colors, he composes beautiful, hopeful melodies, he feels everything so much, and he is a contagious and exciting person to be around. Cannot dress for the life of him. So much mis-match and odd outfits, but it kinda works?

The last one I’m gonna mention for this wonderful boy, is the more alternative Tweek. He writes obscure poetry, he watches too many conspiracy theory videos on youtube, he draws the monsters in his mind, and he writes the scariest, most hauntingly beautiful stories on the internet, and people online love him. He has no idea how to deal with being popular in that sense, because irl he is the type to not belong to a certain friend group, but he does go along well with most people on a surface level. Dark circles, shaky hands, crooked and cute smiles, baggy t-shirts and ripped jeans. When he first opens up to someone, he really, really does, and he will always support and be there for you. If you deserve it, that is.

Nichole:

also suggested by @soft-craig-and-tweek <3

I love nerdy Nichole who isn’t afraid to show it! Maybe she’s a streamer or youtube gamer even, I can def see her writing fanfiction, and being hella good at it too! Makes quite a name for herself online, and hangs out with the boys a lot irl, has game nights with the boys from Board Girls (even Cartman sometimes), is funny in a sarcastic way, but never mean.

Popular girl Nichole is also a favorite for me, but not in the “classical” sense. I imagine her to be a sporty, maybe on both the basket and volleyball team, captain for the basket one, she’s a born leader, she’s kind and fair, but can also be strict, and people always trust her to be honest and true.

Artsy Nichole!! I imagine her in bright yellow dresses and with her hair flowing and free, with flowers in her hair, freckles on her face, a big, genuine smile, a loud laughter that is so contagious, she loves spending time with Jimmy because they have a very similar humor, and she’s a theater kid, she sings like an angel and can act, oh boy can she act, she can make anyone laugh or cry in just a blink of an eye, she’s just a human sun-ray and I love her a lot

Butters:

suggested by @kinguidamundo, thank you so much!!

I love edgy Butters soooo much??? Like, he’s still a kind and bright boy, but he can also stand up for himself a lot more, he likes fashion a lot, he gets tattoos and piercings, he explores tons of ways to express himself, he’s a yes-dude, he goes out on dates a lot, but isn’t ready for a “real” relationship yet, but he enjoys meeting people and testing out himself around different types of people! Also he is a bi icon change my mind jk u can’t

I have a weak spot for the kind of soft and timid looking Butters too, who wears pastel colors and have big, innocent eyes, he is genuine and kind, but he carries something darker inside, something he isn’t sure how to deal with, something that scares him, but in reality it’s just normal feelings, anger, resentment and fear, but he’s lived his life ignoring them so much they catch him off guard at times. He learns to live with them slowly, and he does so with lots of help and patience from friends and loved ones.

Okay, last one, totally self-indulging here, but yeah, happy sunflower boy is also a big favorite. He is more confident than the previous version, but in a gullible way if that makes any sense? He believes the best in people, and if he is proven wrong, he’s willing to try to help them become better people, if they want to or not! This is honestly the version I love most with Stan, Butters being the ray of sunshine in Stan’s life and Stan being the realism to keep Butters grounded and them both supporting each other so much? Fuck yeah that’s the good stuff.

Clyde:

suggested by @horrorpumpkin, ty sm friend! <3

Himbo Clyde!!! Jock dude who genuinely loves sports, he’s a team player, and while he might not be super intellectual, he is very socially smart, he is kind and empathic, he is funny and likable, he always tries his best to make everyone feel included, and while he loves chicks a lot, and is a sexual dude, he does it with nothing but respect and admiration for the ladies!

Bisexual disaster Clydeeee <3 obv being bi isn’t a personality trait, but he is very open about it, he wants to be confident and good at flirting, but goddamn is he a MESS! He’s also a huge supporter of every single relationship his friends is in, he loves love, in all shapes and forms, he is emotional and kind and awkward in an endearing way.

Can’t leave out crybaby Clyde, can we now? He’s a bit of an awkward bean as well, but he owns it a bit more. He is kinda like a puppy, a cute, excitable and emotional puppy who loves his friends, video games and lazy movie nights, kinda chubby, he loves baking and does it a lot with Tweek, he is also a huge nerd for Harry Potter and totally geek out over it with Kyle and Nichole sdhlksgdhl

Kenny:

suggested by anon!

First up I guess I should put my high school AU Kenny. I know it’s controversial, but I imagine this Kenny to be more on the quiet side, but not really in a shy way. He’s just a bit of an observer who doesn’t speak unless he really sees fit, and while he still has his crude humor and is kinda rumored to be sleeping around a lot, he actually struggle with intimacy issues. He never imagined them to include sexual stuff, but turns out they do, and balancing being sexually open and curious and having these issues ain’t easy on the boy, let me tell you that.

This one is kinda heavily inspired by Luces, but I love him as kind and loyal, but also a bit more chatty and charming, but not for his own gain. He wants others to feel good about themselves, in social settings, his friends, during sexy times, he is selfless and good, but he is also living for the moment, he is a likable and wonderful guy, but he does still only REALLY open up emotionally to people he really trusts. Not traditionally attractive, but interesting looking in a way. Lots of freckles, bit of buck teeth with a big gap between his front teeth, messy kinda curly hair, long straight nose. Always wears baggy hoodies and worn out jeans, shrugs and gives that lopsided smile when people ask him about anything personal.

Mysterious Kennyyyy. You think you know him, everyone does, but in reality, very few have seen the real him. He likes people, and he likes to help them, he’s always down to listen to people’s problems and help them, he wants to inspire kids like himself to never give up and think there’s only one path for them, because he knows there is not. Volunteers at the animal shelter with Stan, works part time at Tweek Bro’s and is good buddies with Tweek. Had a early sexual debut, slept around a bit and got his heart broken unexpectedly when he was a Freshman, so there are some walls there now, but he ain’t usually one to turn down someone who’s up for it and whom with he has good chemistry either.

#kyle broflovski #tweek tweak #nichole daniels #leopold butters stotch #butters stotch #clyde donovan #kenny mccormick #south park #south park headcanon #south park headcanons #sp #South Park tag #sp kenny #sp butters #sp clyde #sp nichole #sp tweek #sp kyle

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we-are-colleagues · 5 years ago

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Before V went to jail, where was she living? In an orphanage? My memory is bad so please excuse me if this has been obviously stated numerous times. She assumed her entire family was dead and if we are taking that article that people are retweeting seriously, those Russian rednecks really are her family. Why would she think they’re dead (pre season 3) if they aren’t and why would people make her think they were? Apparently V has some talk with her real mom and I assumed she was dead lol

I wouldn’t blame your memory, anon. References to her family are few and far between. Nothing has ever been obviously or clearly laid out on the show.

This is probably not what you were asking for but I’ve been thinking about this for a while and have gathered the few canon references to her family across the three seasons. So, we can break down what we know for sure, what we can guess and what we straight up have no clue about.

Some of it’s murky and contradictory, which I’m sure they’ll clear up in 3x05.

As early as 1x02 we get a reference to Villanelle’s mother. In the scene where she’s lying to Konstantin and the Twelve’s shrink about who the drawing is of.

Pretty obscure, a throwaway line. But it does tell us Villanelle knows what her mum looks like. She was in Villanelle’s life at least in her formative years, enough to recognise her.

The next time we find something substantial out about Villanelle’s past is when Eve identifies her as Oksana Astankova and unearths her prison record.

I did find a sample of the prison document online that included a bio that claims she was an orphan but it’s never shown on screen so I’m not really going to consider it evidence, not when I don't know if it's real info. The parts of the prison record shown in the show, however, gives us her fathers name: Anatolijevna. We shouldn’t take it to mean that this is her father’s name. Russian middle names (patronymics) are usually derived from their father’s first names, where female variations end in ovna or evna, and male variation end in ovich or evich. So, her father’s real name should be Anatolij. (idk if that’s common knowledge but it was sure news to me when I started writing this)

We find the most out about Villanelle’s past from Eve’s encounter with Anna in 1x07. Here is her speech about Villanelle:

“We were told a new student was coming. History of violence. Antisocial behaviour. Her mother was dead. Her father was a drunk. She arrived at the school and ... everyone stepped back. Everyone. So I stepped forward. Extra time. Extra lessons. Extra love.”

It doesn’t definitively answer who Villanelle was living with then or where, but it does sound like she wasn’t in the care of her parents. And perhaps in the care of the state. At this point, she has already been in trouble with the law and is on some kind of radar for her psychopathy.

It’s also stated in 1x07 that the only reason Eve is motivated to chase down Anna is that she is the only link to Villanelle’s past because there is no record of V’s family on file.

So, Villanelle believes at least one of her parents is dead prior to being imprisoned and being freed by The Twelve.

In 2x08, we get confirmation from Villanelle that, to her knowledge, her whole family is dead. This is also the scene where Konstantin reveals that she’s wrong.

They don’t discuss it much further until S3.

My own conception of Villanelle’s family was always based on what Anna said, that her mother was dead and her dad was a drunk who had presumably died while Villanelle was in prison. It certainly matches up closely with Villanelle’s back story in the books, though the texts are quite different, they are still the basis for the first season. I thought the family Konstantin refers to would be less direct than her mother, a sibling maybe. But it seems like she does meet her mother in 3x05.

As for if they are her real family. Everything I’ve seen about it has referred to them as her real family. Them being fake might explains some of the discrepancies, but I can’t see Killing Eve dedicating a whole episode to a trick.

As for you question about why she would think they were dead if they aren’t. Sally Woodward Gentle an Executive Producer for KE discussed this a little bit in an interview (x) ‘This is something that everybody has lied to her about. So ever since she got picked up to be trained as an assassin, one of the ways to control her was to say, “There is no option for you. There’s nobody there for you. They probably didn’t love you in the first place. By the way, they’re all dead.” It’s twofold. To realize that you've been manipulated is a very powerful thing for somebody like Villanelle, who wants to be in control and feel that she is where all the power lies. That's one thing that has really driven her. And then to try to find out why, if people are still alive, nobody came to try to find you is a big thing. Again, that would impact on her ego. And she’s spent quite a long time trying to think about who she is, so to be faced with your family and to try to analyze where you came from or how self-determining you are is going to be fascinating for a character like Villanelle, who’s really quite analytical, but at the same time, at the moment, quite emotionally volatile.’

Her comments kind of imply, the canon we know, is a lie constructed by The Twelve. It’s also likely Villanelle’s family think she’s dead too. She’s meant to have died in prison.

This is where I start to dip into theory territory, cause there is one big hole I can see if Villanelle is told this lie purely to control her when she becomes an assassin for The Twelve. Then why does she believe her mother is dead when she meets Anna? Why is that the official state record? Why can’t Eve find anything on her parents either?

The only thing I can think to explain this is that The Twelve’s influence in Villanelle’s life stretches beyond her knowledge. That they were involved before they broke her out of prison. That they were grooming her throughout her life. It would explain why they have such a special interest in her as an assassin. And it would certainly send Villanelle off the edge to realise how little control she truly has over her life and for how long that’s gone on.

But hey that’s my take. There is a bunch of guesswork in there. and I’m probably missing stuff.

So, that’s what we know. What the Executive producer has said and what I think might be the reason for some of it. I guess we’ll know soon.

Thanks for the very interesting ask, anon. Hope you don’t mind that I went a little overboard with the answer xx

#killing eve #ke spoilers #killing eve spoilers #answered #long post

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beauty-of-sins · 5 years ago

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I hope you warm up to me

College Trissefer. Took me a while but here it is Anon. A dash of Renfi/Triss and Geralt/Jaskier. Hope you guys enjoy it took me quite a while.

Word Count: 5546

Title inspired by: Charlie by Mallrat

And they were roommates Read on AO3

“I’m Triss Merigold.” the girl said gleefully, her smile full as she greeted her new roommate with an outstretched hand. “You have the most beautiful eyes.”

Yennefer looks at the girl who was a little taller than her, her wavy hair framing her soft face well, and the freckles that were blossoming across her cheeks. Her energy giving off a playful vibe, the type that refuses to slow down. Yennefer could already tell it was going to be a long year.

“Yennefer de Vries.” she said, shaking the offered hand, “ And thank you.” causing Triss to smile even wider.

“Yennefer.” Triss sounded out slowly as if she was tasting it in her mouth, testing the flavor. “I like it!”

Without even asking she takes the bags out of Yennefer hands, walking her to her room. In passing, she was able to see into Triss’s room, seeing that she had already set up most of her things, briefly seeing a couple of stuffed animals on her bed and a drawing pencil on a desk. On the windowsill were several small plants and the walls were plastered with different postures filled with encouraging statements, a rainbow flag hanging proudly on the window.

“You're studying to be a lawyer right?” Triss said, gently placing her things down on her new bed. “I think I’ve heard about you.”

A smirk forms on Yennefer’s face, “I see my reputation proceeds me.”

Triss laughs, “No, Jaskier proceeds you. He always tells everyone about that time you saved him from trouble.”

“You know Jaskier?”

Triss’s eyes twinkling, at the mention of the music major. The junior certainly making an impression during his time at the university.

“Doesn’t everyone?”

Several pings in quick succession sounded throughout the room, disrupting the conversation. Triss pulls out her phone, and reads the message before she chuckles.

“There he is right now.” She looks at Yennefer, “Would you like to come with me?”

Yennefer simply shook her head no, “I’d rather stay here if you don’t mind. I have a lot of things to unpack.”

Triss nods, walking towards the door, “We are going to have a good year, Yennefer!” she says before she leaves giving her one last grin before she is out of sight.

Yennefer said nothing, but gave her a little wave goodbye. She will see about that.

It was hell.

Yennefer had woefully underestimated just how social Triss is. Whenever she saw her on campus she was surrounded by people, apparently, one of the founders in the student organization clubs on campus called The Lodge, which she had briefly heard about last year. This meant some of their meetings had to be brought there. However they quickly turned into parties in which she has woken up several times to a nearly destroyed kitchen and several drunk people on their couch. Triss would still be up, taking care of all of them and making sure they got home.

It was exhausting to say the least and was at her wit’s end with it by the end of the week. She has no idea how Triss was getting her studies done while having such a social life. It would have killed her by now. Then, just as quickly as it started, it stopped.

There were no more groups of people in her apartment, no more loud music banging from the walls late at night. Yennefer opens the door one night and sees Triss at the kitchen table, chewing her lips in thought as she tapped a pencil to a forehead, in front of her was a calculator and a worksheet. Triss looked up upon hearing the door open, giving Yennefer a slight nod, before turning back to her work. Yennefer didn’t know what to say at this development but she wasn’t complaining a bit. Yennefer pausing at the door before she enters her room.

“Thank you.” Yennefer couldn’t see the smile that was blossoming on Triss’s face.

Triss did not know how to deal with Yennefer. Triss notices she hides in her room committing dutifully to her studies, always declining an invitation to be social. Not out of timidness, the law student having no problem letting her know how she felt, whether verbally or indirectly. If she hadn’t stopped the partying she could imagine Yennefer was going to punch her with the number of glares she constantly received.

She could see why some people are afraid of her. She, however, was just curious. Jaskier when talking about her spoke about her in awe, always dramatically retelling his famous Yennefer story, while Geralt spoked about her with the utmost respect. He had told her about their brief history together after a while of knowing him and needlessly to say she was surprised. If she was as caring as he said then there was no need for all the apprehension coming from her other friends.

The Lodge, whispers about her like she is Satan herself. Upon finding out who her new roommate was Sabrina and Keira shared a glance before Phillipa pulls her aside, telling her to call if she needs anything like Yennefer intends to murder her in her sleep.

She supposes that they had all heard about the Jaskier incident in which she easily fought off two of his attackers and then showed up to their hearing and using her knowledge of the court system, actually got them a longer jail time than they were supposed too. Triss found it quite heroic. Phillipa rolling her eyes at her confession before mumbling something about bottoms.

After managing to convince the girls they could no longer party at her place. Triss could tell she appreciated the new quiet, Yennefer started to interact with her more.

They had fallen into a comfortable routine. Triss gets up early in the morning fixing herself a cup of coffee to prepare for a very long day ahead. Yennefer’s door would be slightly cracked open so she could see her, giving a polite smile as she studied over notes from the previous days lecture. Then Triss would be off to her classes, meeting up with Geralt and Jaskier afterward for lunch. Then, planning something with the Lodge for a social event on campus. Triss would get home around seven, right before Yennefer would finish with her last class of the day.

If she didn’t have any event or any party to go to. They would sit in comfortable silence in the living room both doing their homework, briefly chatting about the events of the day before they both went to bed.

One of those nights she went to one of Jaskier’s parties drinking her weight in liquor.

Geralt escorting her drunk ass back to her room, glaring at anyone who looked at her. Triss fumbling for her key, trying desperately to put it in the slot when the door suddenly opened, causing Triss to fall forward into an unsuspecting Yennefer. Geralt nodding at the women.

“Yennefer.”

“Geralt.”

Triss glances in between the two, feeling the unsaid words that were being spoken between them. She knew exactly what they were thinking about.

“Do you guys want to have a threesome?” She slurred out winking doing the hard work for them. The two glanced at each other agreeing to never mention this ever again.

“She’ll be in good hands,” Yennefer assured, straightening Triss up so she was leaning against her instead.

“I know. Goodnight, you two.” Geralt said, before turning and leaving.

“Bye Geralt!” Triss yells out into the very quiet building, no doubt they were going to have very pissed off neighbors tomorrow. Yennefer quickly shushing her and escorting her back inside.

“Yen. Can I call you Yen,” she murmured, stumbling forward planting down on the couch, throwing her purse to the side and giving her a lopsided smile. “I had so much fun,”

“I can tell.”

She looks around for a trash can to put near Triss in case she needs to throw up.

“We should go together one of these days.”

“I’m not really a party type of girl.” She replies sitting next to Triss, setting the trashcan down, and offering her a bottle of water.

“Pleaseeeeeeee” Triss begged, sticking out her bottom lip for effect. “Just one.” Yennefer pauses looking down at the drunk girl. She couldn’t see the harm in it. “Fine. Just one.”

“I’ll make sure it’s the best one. I promise. There will be fireworks, good food, a big pool, a-“

Triss rambling on, Yennefer’s face getting softer and softer watching her continue on. Maybe. Just maybe she could try again, just for her.

“Yen,”

She raises an eyebrow, “We’re going to be good roommates, right?” her voice shaky, like she was trying to hold back tears. Yennefer smiling, before gently smoothing her hair down in an effort to reassure her.

“The best.”

Triss woke up with a hell of a headache, moaning as she sat up on the couch. She pauses, noticing the sleeping form of Yennefer, next to her. She seemed completely relaxed, her hair gently framing her face as she slept against the arm of the couch. It warmed her heart knowing that she had cared enough to sleep out here with her.

She doesn’t remember too much after she and Jaskier had their little drinking competition, which she should have known not to do. It was hard to say no to that little rascal sometimes. She gets up slowly trying not to wake Yennefer and checks the time on her phone. Shit. She’s late for her meeting. Triss finds a pen and writing a quick note for her.

Yennefer waking up later and finding the note, smiling at it.

“Thanks for everything. ;) I owe you some time.”

Yennefer thought it was going to be a one-time occurrence but she quickly found out she was wrong. Nearly every night now, Triss was coming up late and getting up early. Which wasn't a problem in itself, a lot of other students did this. But she was doing all of this while she was still partying. Sometimes Yennefer would hear her throwing up in the toilet in the early mornings and whenever she tried to approach her Triss waved her off spouting some excuse about her just getting used to college again.

Triss did do a lot around campus helping the new freshman, her group and just her classes were difficult. Her roommate was running herself ragged, she didn’t know her that well but she did not want to wake up and find her passed out cause she was overdoing herself. She had to talk some sense into her.

It was a conversation she was dreading and she wonders if this how Tissaia felt when she was raising her during her rebellious phase.

Yennefer got out of class early, after their teacher passed back their quizzes.Yennefer pacing back and forth in the living room, rehearsing what she intends to say. She stops at the clicking of the lock.

Triss walks in, clutching on to her temple, sipping on coffee. Her sunglasses still on even though it was well past daytime.

“We need to talk.”

Triss lets out a sigh at her roommates' tone. She was not in the mood for this, she needs to finish her lab report. “Do we have to? I am so tired.”

“I know that's the problem.”

“What are you trying to say?” Triss says, already becoming defensive. “That I hang out too much? I thought you would like that since you love to stay inside and all.”

“People are terrible to be with,” she said, shaking her head. She never could understand extroverts.

“You think I don’t know that,” Triss said, voice low. “Yet, I still keep trying to be social unlike you!”

“Don’t make this about me!” she exclaimed suddenly, startling Triss who backs up a little. “Half of the people you hang out with aren’t even worth the time.” She shoots back, seeing Triss’s face flash with hurt for a second. “Sorry, we can’t all be perfect like you!.”

“I’m not perfect, Yennefer.” Triss seethes, hand tightening around the cup.

“No, you are.” Yennefer says, stepping towards Triss, she seems to tower over the other girl. “ Always wearing a pretty smile. I bet you had everything handed to you in a silver platter.” she hissed, getting closer to her roommate.

Triss reaches up to her face and snatches her glasses off, looking her right in the eye. She was taken aback by the tiredness in her eyes, there were dark circles around her eyes. That was not what surprised her. It was the pure anger in her eyes, never would she thought she would see Triss like this. Maybe this girl has a backbone after all.

“Don’t say shit about me that you don’t know,” she said, her hand twitching by her side. “I’ve been treated shitty my whole life. I don’t let that stop me.”

Yennefer takes a deep breath. She knows she was in the wrong she could hear Tissaia berating her right now. It's wrong for her to assume.

She continues. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” She watches the anger leave out of the girl's eyes at the apology. “ However Triss, this is not healthy for you. You know this.”

Triss says nothing, before closing her eyes. “I know. I’m sorry if I bothered you.”

She makes a move to walk further into the apartment, but couldn’t quite do so with how utterly exhausted she was. Yennefer didn’t say anything, gently guiding her back to her bedroom.

“I think me and you are more alike than you think, Yen.” she said, before Yennefer left her room. Yennefer paused at the doorway.

“I think so too.”

It seemed they both had judged each other too harshly. Triss making an active effort to slow down and assigning more things to other members of the Lodge and actually made time for herself.

It was actually the argument that spurred them to hang out more. They began to have little dinners together, which was Yennefer’s idea. She got tired of seeing Triss just consume coffee and fast food. It felt oddly domestic, the two of them in the kitchen trading stories and laughter, as they made their meal. It felt right even though neither of them could explain exactly why.

After that, Yennefer began tagging along with Triss, on her errands- going grocery shopping, buying items for events, and meeting some of her friends.It was nice to get out. If she had to be honest she was getting a little stir crazy. Her grades stable enough to where she was comfortable relaxing just a tad bit. It was a small world, after all, being introduced to members of The Lodge, specifically remembering Phillipa who was also a law student, glaring at her the entire time. Yennefer smirked at her knowing she was still upset that she had lost a mock trial for class and lost her position as the best student in the class.

She dressed up for court multiples times in her classic suit and tie for her internship at Cintra law firms. This was the only time, Triss got shy, refusing to meet her eyes every single time she wore it. Sometimes she wore it just to see her flustered(but she would die before admitting that).

Triss was a fun person to hang out with she had to admit and even more entertaining to be a roommate too. Sometimes she would catch her dancing to a song, singing to it in the kitchen while she makes breakfast, always encouraging Yennefer to join in. Or sometimes she would hear her gently singing to her plants in her room, wanting to see them grow. It was-if she dare say it adorable. She felt herself relax around her, obliging whenever Triss wished to know more about the cases she was studying. Triss sitting next to her as she discussed a case, happy that someone was interested in her favorite topic.

Triss was a whole bundle of things but she did not expect her to be a smoker. She was surprised when she invited her one night to go with her. They drove to a clearing on the outskirts of town and smoked a blunt together. Yennefer relaxing as a familiar haze began to set in. The stars blazing and beautiful as they laid back against the blanket, touching shoulder to shoulder.

“Triss Merigold. Aren’t you full of surprises?”

“I think you have even more than me.” She said before passing the blunt back to Yennefer, exhaling through her nose.

“Don’t take any offense by this. But you don’t seem like the type to do this.”

Triss shrugs, not bothered by the statement before a little smile grew on her face. “I like that.”

“Subverting expectations?” Yennefer said teasingly before taking another puff.

“Of course. I don’t like hanging around boring people.”

“That explains quite a lot.” She said thinking back on the many characters in the Lodge.

They were silent, enjoying the nice buzz that was setting in. The crickets seemed to get louder and time seemed to go slower. Yennefer looking over at Triss, who looks at home in this field, it felt that if she were to look away she would never see her again, that she would sink into the soft earth. She was beautiful, with the moonlight streaming on a majority of her face, looking calm, her eyes half-lidded. It all seemed like a dream.

“Who are you, Yen?” Triss said softly, waking Yennefer up out of her haze. A question that was always on Triss’s mind. She doesn’t want to assume anymore. There was no better time for this conversation, always more bold whenever she was high. Yennefer looks at Triss seeing the genuine curiosity in them. How could she deny her?

“Now I’m Yennefer de Vries but before that I was nothing.” Yennefer had no problem spilling, at this point too relaxed to even feel stressed out about the topic. “My parents gave me up and left me at the worst orphanage they could fine. I was bullied terribly by both the kids and the adults for not only my looks but my eyes. ”

Triss eyebrows furrowing, processing the information. Kids could be so cruel sometimes. And for her eyes, they were the most beautiful thing Triss has ever seen, preferring to stare into them than any stars.

“I was about to end it all until I was adopted by my foster mom, Tissaia.” she said staring out past the sky it seems. “She saved me, giving me a new name and look. ”

“I’m glad she did, Yen. I’m sorry that happen to you.” Triss couldn’t imagine not knowing Yennefer and to think she would have never known who she was terrified her.

Yennefer turns towards Triss, feeling a touch on her shoulder. She didn’t move away from it.

“That part of my life is over now.” she said simply. Not even knowing if she truly believed it herself. “What about you?”

Triss’s eyes focus on the ground, “I-my story isn’t half as hard as yours, Yen.” she said, “Not even worth telling.”

Her eyes were conveying something completely different. there were tears appearing out of the corner of her eyes.

“Let me be the judge of that.” she says softly, leaning slightly into Triss feeling the other girl relax at her touch.

Triss closing her eyes, taking in a deep breath, “My parents didn’t want me. I know they didn’t.” Yennefer waits for her to take another hit before continuing feeling some of her anxiety lessening.

“It didn’t matter what I did. It was never good enough for them. How much I exhausted myself. I had to prove to them that I wasn’t a mistake. ”

It started to make sense why Triss was always out doing something, never being able to rest for a second.

“I started having panic attacks from the sheer workload they had put on me and by high school I was a nervous wreck. They stopped thankfully under the advice of my counselors. But they rarely check on me now. The Lodge is mostly my support system now. And so was...Renfi.”

She breathed the name like it hurt her to say. Yennefer wanted to know more. No. She needs to know more.

“Tell me about her.”

A small smile appears as Triss looks up at the stars.

“She was strong, always willing to leap into action. The first one I met who loved me for who I was and not who I could be. ”

Yennefer felt herself frown at the adoration in Triss’s eyes when she talked about this women. “That firefighter was something else.”

“Why did it end if you don’t mind me asking?”

“She had too much on her plate. Too focused on her mission to care for much else.” Her smile fading, “I just couldn’t fit in.”

Yennefer couldn’t stop the anger that was rising in her. How dare that girl do that to Triss. The girl deserves so much better. A tear falls down Triss’s cheek before she quickly reaches up and wipes it away. If she had blinked she would have missed it.

Yennefer didn’t like seeing her like this.

“Come on, I know a place around here.” She said, before standing up, and offering her hand. Triss takes it, both were grateful that the other couldn’t see their face in the dark, at the blush that spans across both of their faces. Yennefer leads her through the little forest, on the edge of a suburb where a community pool was. She hops the fence before she helps Triss over.

They sneak into the pool, leaping in trying not to be so loud. They didn’t bother taking their clothes off, too excited at their dumb idea. Splashing around, laughing as they tried to tackle each other. Yennefer suddenly picks Triss up and twirls her around in the water. Her heart fill with joys at Triss's laughter, such a sweet sound. They climbed out eventually, completely soaked, as they walked back to Triss’s car.

She would make sure that Triss would never feel alone again. Unknown to her that Triss was making a similar promise to herself, to never let Yennefer ever be mistreated again. Despite the coldness of the air on her wet skin. She had never felt this warm. They drove back to their place feeling a weight lift of both of them.

Something had changed between them. It has been months since they first met. Yennefer would find herself doing things just for her, waking up early just so she could see her leave. Paying attention to what kind of coffee she drinks and bringing her some from the local shop, staying up late whenever she had something to do with the Lodge, and making sure she ate something before going to bed.

Triss would find herself declining invitations just to hang out with Yennifer, preferring the girl's company. She would straighten Yen's tie before she goes to work. They would watch a bad cop show, Yennefer pointing out the inaccuracies of the court system on the show, and she was too caught up in her passion to even see Triss staring at her. Several times Triss had fallen asleep on the couch, briefly waking up when she felt movement.

Yennefer would carry her before tucking her in and putting one of her stuffed animals near her for her to cuddle with. She always resisted the urge to say that she would rather cuddle with her. They were teetering the line of becoming something more than friends, neither wanting to admit it.

Whenever she called Tissaia the first thing out of her mouth was whether our not she had confessed her feeling yet for Triss. She would deny them furiously, blushing a little bit, before she whispered no. Tissaia giving her a scolding about how she wasting her time and how she wanted grandkids already.

Triss herself was being bombarded on all sides by the Lodge and Jaskier. The Lodge smirking at her whenever they saw her across campus with Yennefer, and Phillipa was the worst, making lewd motions at them from across the way. Triss quickly taking Yennefer’s arm and dragging her away before she could say. Jaskier had already talked about his, quite frankly, obvious feelings for Geralt when he had asked her about her roommate. Upon seeing how she immediately starts to blush he figured it out very quickly, beginning to strum his lute in song before she threatened to hit him upside the head with it. It would take just one night for them to stop dancing around each other.

It was a Friday afternoon when Triss came to her, smiling from ear to ear with Jaskier and Geralt in tow. They had hung out the past couple of weeks, finding Jaskier amusing and Geralt and her having to stop the other two from committing acts of chaos. It was nice reconnecting with Geralt having someone that understood just how she was even if they were no longer together. She gestured to the seats next to her they sat down, plopping their backpacks down at the cafe.

“Are you free tonight?” Triss asked, excitement clear in her voice. Yennefer looks over at Geralt for help, but he only gave her a slight grin.

“Why?” she said, before sipping on her tea. Jaskier and Triss sharing a look as she did so a mischievous look appearing on both of their faces. Oh no.

The party surpassed all her expectations, actually containing most of what Triss said in her drunken stupor and more. It was a “friend” of Jaskier’s house that they rented out for tonight.

A mansion with a gigantic pool in front, with enough space to fit half of the people at their university. She saw most of the Lodge there, chilling next to the pool with margaritas in their hands. Jaskier was on top of a table, strumming his lute singing his version of a song, with Geralt watching to make sure that he didn’t fall off and break his neck. Someone had ordered several pizzas and other foods, whoever in charge making sure that everyone was having a good time. However, Yennefer could not find Triss, since she had arrived here.

Triss had received a text and then she excused herself from the little group, frowning as she left. It had been about an hour since she had seen her, moving her way through the party looking for her.

She was halfway inside the mansion, when someone stood in her way, nearly causing her to run into him. He had a shaggy beard and dark brown hair with a crazy look in his eyes, she notices the way he was slightly swaying.

“Hey, beautiful. You looking for a good time.” he slurred, getting closer to her. The smell of alcohol reeks off of him. Yennefer decides that she's going to give him a warning before she knocked his teeth out.

“I am. ” she said, smiling at him, he leers at her statement. “But not with you.” Yennefer began to walk around him, when he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer to him, his teeth bared.

“What did you say to me, bitch.” Her eyes narrowing readying herself for a fight when Triss appears out of nowhere, her smile a bit too tight as she took in the scene.

“What’s going on here?”

“None of you're business.” He growled back, tightening his hold on Yennefer. “Get out of here.”

Triss's smile gets even wider before she pulls her arm back. He was not prepared for the fist to fly at his face, a resounding smack echoing throughout the party. the guy crumbling to the ground at her feet.

“That’s my girl!” someone yelled in the background, probably Phillipa.

“Leave her alone,” she growls out, before turning to a shocked Yennefer with a smile on her face. She leans across from her, offering her a cup.

“Sorry about that. Would you like a drink?” Yennefer eyes were wide as she accepted the cup out of hand. Geralt came over nodding at Triss before picking the creep up preparing to toss him outside.

“I heard you were looking for me.” Triss smiled, holding up her phone, looking over at her friends who were all giving Yennefer a sly smile. “Did you miss me?”

Yennefer rolled her eyes at her before giving a tiny smirk. “Maybe.” Triss blushed, as Yennefer drank from her cup.

“What were you doing anyway?”

“Taling to Renfri.” Yennefer almost choked on her drink filling dread begin to set in her chest. Were they going to get back together?

“Are you guys-”

Triss shook her head no, with a wistful smile. “We were just saying goodbye. She wants to move away from here.”

A flood of relief filled Yennefer’s core at the statement and she knew exactly why.

She was about three drinks in of whatever alcohol they had mixed together and she was feeling it, having a nice buzz going on. Triss had gone to go talk to her other friends while she leaned against the wall when Geralt appeared. Neither saying anything as they both watched their charges.

“I want you to be happy.”

“Same to you.” she said, looking towards Jaskeir who was humming happily to himself strumming his lute on a couch.

It always amazed her how they could say so little but say so much at the same time. One of the things she will always love about them. She pushes Geralt off the wall, towards him. Jaskier face lighting up as he approached, beginning to sing his song about him. Geralt’s face didn’t change but she could tell that he adored that man.

Yennefer hears a laugh, looking at Triss who was talking to Phillipa and Sabrina. She was laughing so hard, that tears almost fell out of her eyes. She couldn’t fight the smile that starts to appear on her face.

“She’s beautiful, isn't she. Always could light up a whole room.” a voice said from behind her, turning to see a woman with short wavy hair. Renfri, looks at Triss with regret dripping from her voice. “Don’t mess up like I did. Be there for her.”

Before she could respond she was gone, leaving Yennefer standing there watching her. Yennefer finally taking all of her in, the thrum of the music fading out as she watched Triss.

She’s passionate, not afraid to fight for what she believes and who she loves. Caring, always putting others before herself. She’s strong, fighting every day against what she was taught knowing that she is worth more. Not afraid to challenge Yennefer even when others would tremble in her presence. Yennefer wants to kiss her, wants to stop pretending that they are just friends when she wants to be desperately more.

It wasn’t the alcohol causing these thoughts, just enhancing them. The dinners, the laughing, the utter joy that she felt whenever Triss was around, she knew what she wanted. No, what she needed.

Phillipa caught her eyes, smirking at Yennefer before excusing herself and Sabrina, but not before whispering something in Triss’s ears. Whatever it was must have been scandalous because she hit her before turning to Yennefer with a sheepish look.

“Are you doing alright, Yen?” she asked, seeing that Yennefer was staring at her with a look in her eyes she had never seen from the women before.

“No.”

She pulls her in closer before leading her to where everyone’s dancing, joining the crowd. Triss laughing at her actions as she twirled her around, pulling her in closer. When the song changed, Triss grinding on her, Yennefer grabbing onto her hips as she did so. They danced until one song, became two, then three, the only thing they needed to feel was each other. But Yennefer wasn’t satisfied.

“Triss.”

The girl looking at her, with that same soft smile. They stopped in the middle of the floor, everyone else continuing to dance around them, Yennefer taking her chin, looking into Triss’s soft brown eyes, that always grounded her. They kissed for the very first time as the beat dropped. It felt magical, she felt like she was flying and she never wanted to come down. Yennefer wraps an arm around her pulling her in closer to get more of that honey taste. Triss smiling into the kiss that she had dreamed of for so long. They could feel eyes on them.

Geralt giving the couple a small smile while Jaskier had a few tears in his eyes as he held onto him. Yennefer left with Triss ignoring the hollering of the Lodge and Jaskier.

She woke up the next morning with Triss’s arms around her, feeling like she had just had the world given to her in the palms of her hands.

In the future when she was watching Geralt walk Triss down the aisle, she would remember the day they had met. Tissaia wiping the tears off of her face and Phillipa barely containing hers. She would remember the smile that she gave her and promise that she would do everything to keep it on her face.

#the witcher #triss merigold #yennefer of vengerberg #trissefer #geralt of rivia #jaskier #phillipa #that wlw/mlm solidarity #triss and jaskier are great friends

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prurientpuddlejumper · 5 years ago

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HEY ANON, sooooo remember how I said I know I said NO to this ask?

well I LIED!!! (kind of!) This is a bit of a different angle on it, and is actually an idea I got while watching Legends of Tomorrow XD I hope you enjoy this kinda wacky concept :D

Please pretend, if you will, that you have just been reading a full-length novel about a band of plucky heroes trying to thwart the enigmatic-but-definitely-villainous plans of an evil monster, and this is the last 2 pages >_>

A group of valiant heroes race through a dark castle, which stands like a spire atop a desolate Swiss mountain, their boots clapping against the stone as they descend into the dank dungeon below.

“Stop, fiend!” a golden-haired adventurer shouts, “the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation will never allow you to pierce the veil!”

“YOU ARE TOO LATE,” a harsh, booming voice echoes. A steel gate drops in front of them with a heavy clank, and another behind, trapping them. The voice cackles madly.

Gathering his instruments around him, the dark, immense silhouette of the monster emerges from the shadows, and draws an intricate sigil upon the floor.

“In fact, I was counting on your following me. Did it not seem too easy?” he taunts. Taking a long spear, the creature plunges it deftly and suddenly between the metal bars, hitting his target. One of the adventurers, a sallow young man in glasses, gives a sharp yelp as the weapon pierces his shoulder. “The blood of a descendant of my despised creator. The last ingredient.” The monster grins a pearly-white grin that does not match his dry-parchment complexion. With a fluid motion, he flicks the blood onto the sigils, and the markings begin to glow with magic. As the etheric light swirls and fills the air, the room shakes as if by earthquake—no, not the room—it is as if reality itself is cracking.

“Whatever beast you are summoning, you-you mustn't!” the sallow young man cries, “There was a reason my ancestor refused to help you! He believed you were capable of destroying all of mankind if he granted your wish. There will be repercussions even you cannot predict. I know you hold an ancient grudge against my family, but you cannot doom the entire world! Please! I’m begging you to reconsider before it’s too late!”

There are many things the creature could say, that he could spit at this naive Frankenstein in contempt, but he is bored of hatred after so many years. The whole of humanity could burn—or not—all he cares about is one thing, and nothing will stop him from getting it. He watches the glowing of the seals, his eyes feverish with anticipation.

“Here it comes. However monstrous this fiend is, whatever he summons from Hell shall be even worse. Brace yourselves!”

Slowly, you begin to remember. You remember the ashy taste of smoke filling your throat and scorching your lungs. You remember the searing pain of your flesh blistering as it was licked by the flames. The rough rope digging into your wrists was a discomfort you could no longer feel over the agony of burning alive. And then everything went black.

You open your eyes.

There are distant shouts echoing off the hard stone walls of the torch-lit dungeon you appear to be in, but you hardly give them any notice. The first thing you see is a familiar face, smiling so sweetly and tenderly at you that you almost don’t notice its cadaverous hollowness. You never minded his appearance, anyway. There is a haze around your memory, like waking from a dream, and you’re not quite sure when you last saw him. (Don’t you see him every day?) All you know is there’s a burning feeling in your stomach of missing him so much.

“It is really you?” he whispers, almost a prayer.

“My love!” You laugh brightly, throwing your arms around his neck and flooding him with kisses. His arms lift you off the cold stone altar or sarcophagus you had been laying on.

Somewhere in the distance, voices argue in sharp, confused tones. In between the desperate, passionate smashing of your lips against his, you make out only a few words, including, “—doesn’t look like a demon?” and “what the f—”

His skin is just slightly too cool for a human, as always, but his arms still feel warm around you. You’re freezing, actually. As if you had been swimming in an icy river. And as you peer out over his shoulder, you confirm you are indeed in a castle dungeon, surrounded by strange tools and occult paraphernalia, with several oddly-dressed prisoners trying to free themselves from a steel cage.

“Wait. What… what happened? What is this place?” you tremble, pulling back. He sets you down again on the stone platform, his face unreadable as he searches for the words to explain. His hesitation convinces you something is very, very wrong—he never hides anything from you. You stare at the back of your hands. Your skin. There was something wrong with your skin.

It was… fine.

“No. I remember… I remember burning. The fire. How am I not burned or scarred?”

“My love…”

“No! Not just burning. I died, didn’t I?” you demand, breathing hard and shallow.

He puts a large hand on your shoulder, and his yellow eyes meet yours, trying to calm you. In a slow, deep voice, he says, “It has been two-hundred years, my love. It is the 21st century now.”

“Two-hundred years?” you breathe. “That can’t be.”

“I can thank Victor for one thing. There is no reason my body, powered by an artificial mechanism of life, need ever age or die. I have lived all this time, learning every science and mysticism that could return you to me. When my father refused to aid me in restoring life to your physical form, the dark arts became the last refuge of my hopes. I have spent every waking minute finding a way to bring you back. And it worked. Finally, you are here. We are together again.”

He stoops to kiss you again, but you stop him with a hand on his chest. “But… So much time has gone by. We were only together a decade. If it has truly been two centuries, you’ve been working to restore me far longer than we ever knew each other. Do I even know you anymore?”

“Of course you know me!” he snarls, making you jump. “I did all of this for you—now do as you were meant to, and love me!” He gnashes his teeth, towering over you at his full eight feet of height. Your breath catches in your throat and tears prick your eyes. He was always prone to outbursts of emotion, but he never behaved like this before. He never made you afraid.

Who had he become in all that time? Left on his own, his goodness and gentleness eroded away as he obsessed over his one goal—you.

But as quickly as his anger flashed, the moment he saw your horrified expression, he melted to his knees, bowing his head over your lap. “I am sorry, my love. Forgive me. I have been alone for so long, waiting for this day. You still know me.” He looks up, yellow eyes soft and sorrowful. He reaches cautiously toward your face, and when you don’t recoil, wipes a tear that had formed at the corner of your eye.

You consider his apology, and, after leaving him dangling for a few dreadful moments, stroke his hair like the magnanimous owner of a penitent cat after a night of roving. “Have you never loved again in all this time?”

“Never. Who else could ever tolerate such a wretch?”

“Oh you poor, foolish man.” You cup his chin, and can’t help but get caught up admiring him. Though his skin was scarred and shrivelled like a corpse, he had a strong jawline that made him quite handsome. “Of course there are others who would love you. I’ve always told you so.”

“And if they were caught up by some angry mob that was looking for me? If they were burned alive for loving me as well? No—I could never put another in danger after what happened to you. Not until I could correct the injustice that was done.”

You lean in to kiss him, but are interrupted by the loud choking sounds of weeping. One of the men in the cage—a bespectacled boy bleeding from his shoulder—blows his nose into a handkerchief and swipes at his reddened eyes.

“Th-that’s so beautiful. I had no idea.” he whimpers.

Oh right. Those guys.

"Umm. So, who are they?"

"Oh, well, you see..." The creature scratches the back of his head, and shrugs his shoulders sheepishly. "I had to break certain... laws of nature, you know, spitting in the face of god and so forth in order to bring you back. There may have also been some crimes involved. At some point a monster-hunter group got wind of what I was doing, and—"

"You WHAT? CRIMES?"

"And, you know, the prejudice of humans against me has not changed in the passing eras." His eyes shift around the room, landing on his feet, which he scuffs nervously on the floor. “They just see a monster and… and make assumptions.”

"Oh don't give me that excuse, buddy, you are in SO much trouble! Breaking the laws of nature..." You wag your index finger at him.

Grinning widely, he pulls you off the altar into his arms, and squeezes you tightly to his chest. You nuzzle into him, breathing in his familiar tomb-scent, and twining your fingers around his neck, through his long, dark hair. You sigh. Life was always an adventure when you were by his side, good or bad. Now you have a second chance, whatever the future holds. You're finally home.

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108: Nov 5

MM ANON …… A prospective congressional candidate ……caLiforniA voting …… bankrolled by Bubba…… 🎼” ain’t nobody Straight in LA”🎼…… Nov.14th , liftoff !! …… “ don’t come back, general consensus ma’am”. //… “ William’ you’ll love the break darling “…… “ 🦄can I come daddy, pleeeeeez!!”…… “bring me back a 🦎”…… “ Well, rather you than me squidgy” …… “ I’m reading these balcony jokes old thing” ……” 🤣🤣 Philip, look at this one ‘ wicked!!”… “make it there problem, it’s her decision “ … “Ad Nauseam.

🔥🔥🔥🔥HAPPY GUY FAWKES DAY AND BONFIRE NIGHT HAVE FUN AND BE SAFE ESPECIALLY WITH YOUR FUR BABIES🔥🔥🔥🔥

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

November 5/2019 Riddle #108 1050 hrs CST

A prospective congressional candidate

Rumours abound of madam seeking elected office in America once she leaves the U.K. Isn’t this marvellous, we are at the point of realistically talking about her being gone!!🤣🤣🤣😂😂😁😁😁😁🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😁😁😊😊😊😊!

She certainly has the nonsense speak to be a politician. However, in this digital age, this madam has more secrets hidden that anyone else that l 🔒 🔐 can think of. In America there is no relationship between the media and elected officials to embargo news or comply with the request of the Palace to not run certain stories. At least l don’t think there are. Every little inconsequential and massively consequential behaviour, hobbies, financial “borrowing “ from foundations allegedly, charging for appearances, not reporting income to the IRS, the Internal Revenue Service THAT oversees the tax system in America. Good luck Rachel! Oh yes, ah, there is that pesky little matter of manipulation to marriage allegedly, ⚖️ Treasonous crimes, allegedly, violating the “of the body”law allegedly and a long long list of other possible illegalities, ALLEGEDLY!!

caLiforniA voting

LA, Los Angeles, California is where madam allegedly hails from. Might this be where she has voted, or has she ever even voted? I wonder if she ever has because that would entail her having to think about something and someone other than herself. If she does run for Congress, seems that would be where. The left leaning celebrity driven politics in that state are in her wheelhouse. We have had celebrities, public allegedly lie for and about her. EDG talked about visiting the Sussexes at FC, feeding baby Archie and how much red hair he has, SERIOUSLY PINOCCHIO??SERIOUSLY?? You going to stick with that story??🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🧐🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥, GC, OW , HRC all chimed in.

bankrolled by Bubba

On twitter, archificial is bubs or bubba but a doll cannot bankroll anything. Bubba is Bill Clinton’s nickname. Are we to surmise, MM ANON, that she will be a paid candidate on behalf of the Clintons. This is unbelievable! But London Scoop warned two years ago, down is up, up is down, wet is dry, dry is wet. Her backers are very very obvious now in who they are! Get rid of any conservative Christian values, let the top 1% keep their trillions and manage the worlds money. The Commonwealth is quite a spanner in the mix isn’t it? This is scary stuff kids!!

🎼” ain’t nobody Straight in LA”🎼

Song by The Miracles, content of the lyrics is all about the prevalence of homosexuality in Los Angeles. Who is this referring? Doria?? I know she has a partner, but l don’t know if male or female. Is this pornography? Has madam done videos of this nature? Might this be the excuse she uses to leave the marriage, that she finally has “woke” to who she really is as a woman and is gay? I hope none of this comes across as homophobic, that’s is not my intention💜. Madam just poisons anything and everything!

Nov.14th , liftoff !!

Liftoff usually means a 🚁 helicopter or a spaceship 🚀 taking off! I am spinning that around! BIG TIME! Is November 14th the day the palace will liftoff the hold on the media 📰 and tell them go ahead DM print that million dollar dossier you have been sitting on for two years. Let the media explode the headlines with each and every bit of alleged filth, evidence, alleged misdeeds, financial and others!

“ don’t come back, general consensus ma’am”. //

LG telling HMTQ, if/when madam goes to L.A. or wherever for her six week break/ American Thanksgiving, the consensus, the agreement or majority opinion is she SHOULD NEVER COME BACK!!! All in favour, raise your hand!!!! Oh l see some people raising both hands, up that’s ok😁😁😁😁😁😁

“ William’ you’ll love the break darling ““ 🦄can I come daddy, pleeeeeez!!””bring me back a 🦎”

I have not read this or heard but l am going to suggest something. Prince Harry will have six weeks leave after RS, madam will be going to America, or so it seems just now, l don’t know where archificial will be. I wonder if the brothers are going somewhere to be together, spend time, talk over the horrors of the past two years. Maybe to Balmoral, hunting, fishing, drinking 🍺, just 😎 chilling out!! Prince William is going to Kuwait and Oman December 1 - 4/2019, the first week in December. I can hardly see this as a break but it will be away from the stress and truly with as it seems madam has been all but dealt with and contained, it would be a break! Sounds like our shy, 😁quiet😁 Princess Charlotte🤣🤣😂😂🤣, wants to go along! Prince George continues his love of all things reptilian 🦎 and wants a reptile brought back as a souvenir.

“ Well, rather you than me squidgy”

Way back when, there were the squidgy tapes. Anybody remember those? Anybody remember cassette tapes even??🤣🤣😂😂. Secret recordings privacy of Princess Diana and her lover who referred to her by that name. Squidgy can also mean soft, wet, something that when you squeeze it, it can change shape, like play-doh. According to the urban dictionary has a meaning that l refuse to type or share! I think this is Prince Charles and Camilla discussing her appearance on the 7th of November with Prince Harry YES HE IS ROYAL NOT NOT NOT A COMMONER🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 and madam. The Duchess of Cornwall is the Patron of The Poppy Factory . They will visit The Field of Remembrance at Westminster Abbey. It will be very very interesting if madam shows and what she wears and how she behaves, or make that, misbehaves. We know she has no respect for The Fallen or anyone else except SELF!! Charles is joking with her saying better you than me having to spend time with madam!! I LOVE visualizing these conversations!

“ I’m reading these balcony jokes old thing” 🤣🤣 Philip, look at this one ‘ wicked!!”

My favourite it is, but you are all tired of it by now but, 🔥 firelight, relaxing clothes, 📺 on, cocktails 🍸, relaxing time talking. PP is very much enjoy the lampooning nature of the political comics with various drawings of madam and how she will look 👀 in a cartoon version on the balcony🤣🤣🤣😂😂. Don’t you just love political cartoons? At one time, a cartoonist was murdered when he did a cartoon of a head of a certain religion, so there is a limit on what’s prudent. He points out one, l think l saw one similar, of madam portrayed as a witch! Wicked is a stage play about the witch characters from the classic film, with the gorgeous Judy Garland, The Wizard of Oz!

“make it there problem, it’s her decision “

Regarding having a VISA to return to England, l know you have to return to your home country every certain number of months, l have no idea what or where her VISA status is at. So if she goes to America, will she be allowed to return? Sounding like they are letting the staff at the airport deal with her. It’s also her decision if she wants to return to the U.K.

“Ad Nauseam.

Ad nauseam from the Latin, means one is repeated something verbally or by action, like pounding a door, so often that it has become endlessly annoying or tiresome.

Madam making endless demands over and over and over. Pleads over and over and over. Don’t make me attend anything public, l can’t do it please, please, please. Ad Nauseam. I think the phrase Ad Nauseam perfectly describes the general feeling towards madam just now, although l would argue there are stronger adjectives some would use.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

November 5/2019 1210 hrs CST

What fun…..thank you dear PG…so appreciated…..😁💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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109: Nov 6

MM ANON ………” the pest is fleeing the rented nest” SO-HO HO HO !!!………”🎼” don’t give me that do goody good bullshit”🎼…… I’ll catch him , you talk him round” …… “ don’t be naive, it’ll be longer than 6weeks.”……… “I’ve got a cunning plan”………… Mmmm’ money but NOT title!!…… “ the Privy Purse won’t finance that”. …… “ I’ll have a chat with the LCJ, ol’ Netty will fix it.”…… “ done and dusted darling”. …… 🎼” we’ve already said “ so long”🎼………🎼” With a Little help from my friends”🎼. Amen!!

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU SO MUCH MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

November 6/2019 1115 hrs CST Riddle #109

” the pest is fleeing the rented nest” SO-HO HO HO !!!

Well, madam is done, leaving. She has been kipping at SoHo, probably worn out her welcome!😁🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 Never to return!! The Ho stayed at SoHo🤣🤣🤣😂😂🤣! This is bloody fan-diddly-tastic!!!😁

”🎼” don’t give me that do goody good bullshit”🎼

MM ANON taking us back to Money Pink Floyd! Yep all about money, living the highlife, not having done anything of consequence for it, except wrong things, violence even. Madam is DEFINITELY not a goody good! I am so excited, l am trying to type so fast! Forgive any of my usual typing errors!

I’ll catch him , you talk him round” “ don’t be naive, it’ll be longer than 6weeks.”“I’ve got a cunning plan”

Like William and Catherine, maybe more intimate family discussing rehab for Harry after this horrific tour of duty of unprecedented nature and length of time. Sounds like they will have him come for that tagliatelle recipe of Catherine’s. I wonder if l could be invited? Anyhow, the length if time in rehab varies, depending on any medical issues and what substances need to be weaned off of. It’s harrowing. After medically stable, 90 days is a usual. They have a plan, all done out of love. Harry has PTSD from losing his mum, his military service and worst of all, this assault on him and his body, mind and soul. He is going to need a lot of love and l know he has that in spades. Harry, l never doubted you, NOT ONE SECOND!! You have been daily in my prayers 🙏🏻, it will continue as you rehab, recover, get your bearings back and start a whole new wonderful life!

Mmmm’ money but NOT title!!

So dealio here is, she will get some sort of financial settlement in the divorce but NO MORE HRH , NO MORE DUCHESS! She can return to her title of evil succubus! Anything to be rid of her and no title!I LOVE THIS! Guys, this is REALLY HAPPENING!! After RD she is gone, and the shit will hit the fan when the media starts printing all their dossiers that they have sat on for TWO YEARS!! Next week is going to be AWESOME!!! God bless you LG and your entire team!!

“ the Privy Purse won’t finance that”

Prince Charles is in charge of doling out money to various royal family members. It’s called the Privy Purse. So they won’t finance any settlement?? Her private jet? I think to be rid of her likely yes. Maybe it’s her divorce lawyers fees? Or some stupid demand she’s making, never ending yammering woman!

“ I’ll have a chat with the LCJ, ol’ Netty will fix it.”…

PP is long long time friends with the LCJ, Lord Chief Justice, Ian Barrett, Baron Burnett of Maldon. This was in a riddle a long time ago. Sounds like PP will speak with him and sort out this aggressive attack against the palace by ABC regarding PA. PP will set things to order with Netty aka Baron Burnett

“ done and dusted darling”.

Done and dusted, meaning everything is done, sorted, over and out, sayanora, goodbye, move along folks nothing to see here, you get the idea!🤣🤣🤣😂😂 l am giddy l am so happy about this!!😁😁😁😁😁😁🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 prayers answered, thank you dear Heavenly Father🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻. Madam is done, her stranglehold is no more! Two more appearances, tomorrow and RS, if she shows! Then forever out , she will NEVER EVER EVER BE ALLOWED ENTRY IN THE U.K. AGAIN EVER!! She will be on a watchlist so she cannot sneak back for whatever nefarious reason she might have!

🎼” we’ve already said “ so long”🎼

Closing song from the Carol Burnett show, remember that? I’m so glad we had this time together, just to share a laugh and sing a song, seems we just got started and before you know it, it’s time to say so long. The only lyrics that apply are so long, but l was singing as l was typing. Remember she dressed up as a frumpy maid with the mop and bucket as she sang? Oh l am over the moon excited! HMTQ looked STUNNING today in the bright ROYAL PURPLE and gorgeous brooch. She was DEFINITELY sending a message, l am the Queen, l Reign and the Crown has won! 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻 GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

…🎼” With a Little help from my friends”🎼. Amen!!

I love this song, l’ll get by with a little help, this is our Harry. He will and is surrounded by loving family, can reconnect with all his close mates that he was forced to shut out. He will be just fine, in face more than fine. He is so well loved and everyone will be so glad to see that woman gone! As we used to say, let the door know hit you where the good Lord split you🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 BYE RACHEL!!!

November 6/2019

1200 hrs CST

GSTQAOBC

This sounds great! Exciting days ahead….I have more I would love to say, it can’t because don’t want her to know….thank you PG this is great! Thank you for doing this much appreciated….and you MM Anon thank you for sending in these fantastic riddles! 😊💜💜💜💜💜💜

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110: Nov 7

MM ANON …… Royal blue class…… navy blue @ss……… royal winning ……… smug grinning …… “ a quiet word in your shell-like Harry, she embarrassed you”…… “Sunday night ma’am, alone!!”…… Royal Trinity …… 🎼” leaving on a jet plane , don’t know “🎼……… “Exeter airport, not far from Babington ma’am”……”What!! a brotherly tour LG?”…… SANDRINGHAM sand pit…”one disaster at a time,old thing”……” Melania has royal discretion Philip”…… “ God knows Philip, money?”…… “whatever’ but not in bloody black and white “

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 7/2019 2250 hrs CST Riddle #110

Royal blue class…… navy blue @ss……… royal winning ……… smug grinning

Appearances today at various Remembrance ceremonies. Catherine looked stunning in her Royal blue. Might l suspect a pregnancy just based oh how very tired she looked or is it just all the crap with madam etc, plus having three children. She looked every bit the Royal Duchess and future Queen she is. She carries herself with this innate elegance, you cannot buy nor fake it. She was, as always, stunningly beautiful.

Madam on the other hand, oh where do l start. Copycat massive wig, trying to match Catherine’s gorgeous hair. Coat half open, a coat not fit for the occasion. Fake hair covering the poppy. Boots?? Really?? And that constant blanking smug look and emu attitude, this too one cannot buy, it’s her innate sense of entitlement. She’s just so inappropriate!!

“ a quiet word in your shell-like Harry, she embarrassed you”

Someone offering Harry support for the way madam behaved today. He even had to tell madam, or rather signal to her to close her legs as she was again standing as if she were going to straddle something! Poor Harry. Harry had to quietly signal this to her. He looked so official and outstanding in his dress uniform!, doing his duty today, ignoring her keeping focused yet a side eye monitoring her behaviour. He was in his own shell, focusing on the solemnity of the occasion and sick and tired of being tethered to her. Almost done Harry, Sunday she’s gone!!

“Sunday night ma’am, alone!!”

Madam will get on the plane and leave the U.K. FINALLY AND PERMANENTLY! Pending possible alleged treason or charges. No RPO, no security, no one to carry her bags, ALONE!!!😁

Royal Trinity

Without a doubt, Prince William, Duchess Catherine and Prince Harry. They will resume where they were before madam came onto the scene. Harry will need time to recover but getting back to being Royal and amongst people who love him will go great lengths. The people will be so glad to see madam gone, Harry will soar in popularity, the love for him will soar.

🎼” leaving on a jet plane , don’t know “🎼……… “Exeter airport, not far from Babington ma’am”

Great old song, l used to play this on the piano and sing a lot. Don’t know when I’ll be back again, oh babe l hate to go, YEAH RIGHT RACHEL! You’re happy as a pug in a sty to be getting out of England! Exeter is a city east if London l think, sounds like her alleged private jet to L.A. will be leaving from there.

”What!! a brotherly tour LG?”

Sounds like, remember a previous riddle where l interpreted William and Harry may take some time at Balmoral to hunt, fish etc, celebrate madam being gone. The. Cambridge children wanted to go, remember? Well it sounds like LG has a smashing idea to show the solidity of the brothers relationship and help Harry readjust, the two boys, l call them goys in my head, the two Princes May do a few appearances/occasions together. Banner idea LG, banner l say!!!!

SANDRINGHAM sand pit

Sandringham is where the Royal family goes to enjoy their family Christmas time. Catherine, despite having been with William for years was not invited until after they married. Somehow, and it perplexed many of us, madam was included before she and Harry wed. Sand pit can be a sand pit to play in or it can be a metaphor for sink ing in quicksand, burying things in a sandpit, keep things buried like secrets etc. I wonder what madam did there, did she go in areas she wasn’t meant to? What is the secret from the sandpit there?

”one disaster at a time,old thing”” Melania has royal discretion Philip”“ God knows Philip, money?”…… “whatever’ but not in bloody black and white “

HMTQ and PP, gorgeous relaxing evening clothes, today l picture her in velvet of a purple colour, and a lovely throw over her knees of a lovely plaid wool. The 🔥 fireplace is full, warm and crackling, can you feel it? So cosy and warm. PP is wearing black, cozy wooden sweater. Sharing cocktails 🍸, maybe some cream caramel for PP. he was hankering first some the other night. Close time, talking over the concerns they share. PP is reassuring her, one crisis at a time, madam and yet another attack on the royal family through PA. I truly think that was the original plot but the backers couldn’t get through.This is a decade or more long plot to destroy the Monarchy. This is only what we know, IMAGINE all that has happened that is top secret!!! As earlier riddle said Melania Trump has had foul things printed about her that were lies, she sued and won! So seating her next the Harry at the NATO banquet will be very appropriate!

They are talking about something madam has done or will be doing, possibly politics and pondering if her motifs money. Well that’s her motive for every filthy thing she has ever done so…,likely YES!

Talking about a family portrait for Christmas, again mantis previous riddle. PP funny, a blithe attitude but tired of madams black and white photos, 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, only colour portrait!

November 7/2019 2345 hrs

I absolutely love how you turn the riddle into exciting tales! One can so easily visualize the scenario. Thank you so much, so appreciated….good times are coming!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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111: Nov 9

MM Anon

MM ANON … beyond the bathrobe..…hit the spot(not)…never on a Sunday …… 🎼Sun-day my Prince will come🎼…LA Confidential …… morning TV. …… The Late shows …… “And now a surprise guest ‘Princess Megan and Prince Archie”…… “And now a word from her sponsor”…… A Meg-a endorsement … “you can have my jet”…… please!! a little decorum”…… Who’me

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK GOD FOR ANSWERED PRAYERS AND MR 🐼 HEALING🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

💜💜💜🙏🏻THANKS SO MUCH MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

November 9/2019 1630 hrs CST, Riddle #111

beyond the bathrobe

Well madam attended the The Poppy Factory Field of Remembrance at Westminster Abbey with Harry on Thursday , Camilla was dr ordered to bed with a chest infection. Now that was odd because Wednesday she had an appearance and tonight she was there. I think she just was not well enough to deal with the unpredictable madam!! She wore a boucle fabric coat by her favourite, Canadian company Sentaler, boy l bet they wish she would STOP!! The nature of the fabric and style of the coat really had the appearance of a cozy bathrobe, certainly nothing near appropriate for such a solemn occasion. As a matter of fact, the hooker boots, massive amount of makeup, FALSE eyelashes, weird belt etc etc shall l go on? I think we all agree! For the longest time she has loaded on the bronzer especially in Africa. We have been told repeatedly she likes the natural look and her freckles aka she doesn’t have any decent makeup nor money to buy. Wow was she decked out on Thursday! I just cannot get over false eyelashes which l don’t fancy anyway, but the smug face at this solemn occasion, she never fails to fail. That cross of hers was like a child had stamped it, VERY clear which two were royal and hers was not. Then there were the games of her not standing where she was directed too, at one point Harry had to motion to her and at another point she stood so close that HE had to move to take the salute at last post. If he hadn’t moved his elbow would have smashed her in the face. Wow did he look and do well. I love how the papers said he was so protective of her🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. Watching her was more like it, so she would behave! Huge wig, l could go on and on.

hit the spot(not)

As above, l should have included this, she was told where to stand, then moved, Harry had to signal to her. After she put her cross in, she returned standing too close et etc etc. Never hit the spot she was meant to be standing. Surely madam would not purposely do that would she???🙄🙄🙄🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

.never on a Sunday

Old song called never ever on a Sunday, Petula Clark. I always thought she was the prettiest girl ever. This song is all about loving, no loving on a Sunday because that’s her day of rest, used to be Sunday was the day of rest, was it really? For some l guess, farmers never, nurses, ambulance, firefighters, police, factory works and on and on. Well Sunday is madams last royal performance, off to America after that! Hallelujah?? No loving for her tomorrow, or any other day. People just are so beyond sick of her and her behaviour. Tomorrow bye bye Rachel. Get on that sweet old airliner and fly to L.A. l have no doubt Justice will catch up. BUT at least with her gone, the Royal family especially Harry is done with her filthy smug presence.

🎼Sun-day my Prince will come🎼

The Sun, what will they be printing in tomorrow’s edition??? This song is from Disneys animated classic Snow White. Someday my prince will come, she sings it awaiting her true love, as all the old Disney cartoons ended. Sunday is madams last day for an appearance with Harry!!! My he has conducted himself so well at these services!! I am still waiting madly for liftoff day, the 14th!! I used to tell this lame joke, all my jokes are lame🤣🤣🤣😂😂 but here it is. What did Snow White do while waiting for her pictures to be developed?(oh you have to be old enough to remember when we had to mail our thingy from the camera to process our film and a week or two later we got our photos! Does anyone else remember that?) Anyhow back to Snow White, whilst waiting she sings SOMEDAY MY PRINTS WILL COME,,🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣Lame, l told you😁

LA Confidential

This is a fantastic modern, well 90’s version of a classic film noir, excellent movie. More to the point here, it is a magazine about the goings on in L.A. etc. Has madam got a tell all interview planned for her return home? I wonder how much she is going to charge for that? Lies, lies, and more lies. Lies infinity!

morning TV. …… The Late shows …… “And now a surprise guest ‘Princess Megan and Prince Archie”…

Yes, l have no doubt she will be raking in the money making appearances. Probably GK morning show, plus ABC morning show that attacked Prince George for taking ballet and the Palace, madam will be going for the jugular. She will be on home turf, and she will lie more than you have seen up till now! There are a bunch of late night chat shows in America, l am certain she will do the rounds. Introducing herself as Princess🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮, how is she going to come up with Archie??? That should be very very interesting. We KNOW she will be on EDG (Ellen de Generes )show, liar also.

And now a word from her sponsor”

This in old time radio and tv, is how they used to announce the ads, usually the radio shows had one sponsor. This may mean madam will be do some adverts. I think more likely, some big name ie GC, AC, BC, HRC, OW etc etc will come crawling out of the woodwork, supporting her publicly and quite like financially as well. People at this level could make all her IRS problems disappear!!

A Meg-a endorsement

Mega means huge! Meg is short for madam.So l am assuming or interpreting that BO, MO, HRC, BC, one or all will raise from the swamps and announce an endorsement of her for some sort of political office. This is far far FAR FROM OVER kids!

“you can have my jet”

Someone is giving her their jet. Is this just to get her out of England? I don’t think so. I think this is one of her backers, in this scheme, who will now switch to backing her us U.S. politics giving her their jet to use to travel about, make appearances, politic nature and likely endorse her as well. I sure hope Lady Justice wins here because if she is swimming politically with these big fish, she’s untouchable! How scary is this? I have contemplated writing your president because he will definitely be attacked by this cabal and her! Of this l have no doubt!

please!! a little decorum”…… Who’me

The dress she wore tonight was a repeat of the red/auberguine she wore at OYW at Windsor Castle. Huge open neck, barely a spot to pin her poppy, not that she cared. That dress was so unflattering. Decorum and madam do not go hand in hand. She has no manners, respect, elegance etc. Then when challenged she bats her false eyelashes who me??🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄. No respect for the fallen, none. The amount of time she kept her head sort of bowed after she placed her cross was so fast, if you blinked, you would have missed it! But kids let’s take heart she will be gone. Don’t watch American news, l really pray ⚖️ is done.

November 9/02019 1745 hrs. CST

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you! Looks like she thinks she will be successful in the US! Oh her backers have an agenda…..I am so relieved she is moving on….don’t fret US….she will face justice….she just doesn’t believe it. Thank you so much PG! Awesome job once again.😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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112: Nov 10

MM ANON …… game,set and lies…… “ that royal DR conversation actually took place “……… game, set And Siberia …… William isn’t enamoured …… “Bare legs, ever ready Rachel “🤣🤣🤣🤣………”So-Ho hook-up?? really”……… “the RPO HAS to keep quiet!!! …… “ a scandal to far old thing “…… “ pray it stays!!”…… “extra protection , NO , let her pay!!”……… “ her little friends ‘ it’s a called a sleepover William “ …… “Yes,Edward and Sophie “…… “wheels up ma’am ,… thank god LG

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

SHE IS GONE SHE IS GONE HALLELUJAH SHE IS GONE!!!

November 10/2019 Riddle #111 1320 hrs CST

May I first say how gorgeous HMTQ, Catherine, Sophie all of them, the boys in their dress uniforms, amazing! Tears from HMTQ we’re for a multitude of reasons and to see Catherine lean in , l assume to ask if she was alright was the most amazing photo!

game,set and lies

Game, set, lies, in tennis it’s game set, match. Everything throughout this entire ordeal with this woman has been a game and full of lies. I do not think she would know what truth is, if she spoke it or lived it she might self-combust!

“ that royal DR conversation actually took place “

DR could be dining room, Doris Ragland, Divorce rules, . A royal conversation could mean a heated conversation or quite literally involving royalty. I know last Christmas there were rumours that Doria Ragland was invited to Sandringham for Christmas, but she did not attend. Then it was put down as gossip. Is this what MM ANON is referring to? But why now?

game, set And Siberia

Games on the balcony, remember TTC??? Well madam was on a separate balcony at the Foreign and Commonwealth Trade building today called the Siberian balcony. Actually quite funny, but not. In Russia, or the previous USSR, people who were unliked for various reasons, protesting or various other political reasons were sent to the gulags in Siberia. It’s the harshest, coldest environment. So appropriate that symbolically, HMTQ ha her be on the Siberian balcony!

William isn’t enamoured

What is this regarding the sleepover that Princess Charlotte wants? It’s not next to that clue, so l think it’s something else.

Well he obviously has never been enamoured with madam, does he have concerns about how she left? This clue confuses me in that there are so many possibles. Maybe he thinks madam should have flown commercial, but the private jet was part of the negotiation to get rid of her.

“Bare legs, ever ready Rachel “🤣🤣🤣🤣

Wore boots on Thursday even though she was told to wear tights/pantyhose. Naked legs at the dress evening last night and l am assuming a repeat today. Continues her big finger up to HMTQ. Why be different now?

”So-Ho hook-up?? really “the RPO HAS to keep quiet!!! …… “ a scandal to far old thing ““ pray it stays!!”

My goodness who did she hook up with? The RPO knows, saw all and must be kept quiet. Must be something huge if it’s a scandal too far and must be kept quiet. Good heavens, might explain where her new clothes have come from. Whoever she hooked up with, must be very wealthy, famous and something that must be kept quiet! Wow madam never misses a chance to sin does she? I am not going to say who l think it might be but l certainly have a very strong suspicion!

“extra protection , NO , let her pay!!”

No protection, she can pay for her own after the ceremonies today. No RPO to go with her to America. She will have to look after herself but l am quite certain she already has that handled. Wild cats like her know how to scrape and scratch for what they want. HMTQ is very clear in what she is saying, refusing extra protection and that she can pay for any regular protection out there in the big bad world.

“ her little friends ‘ it’s a called a sleepover William “

Sounds like little Princess Charlotte and her friends are keen to have a sleepover! Oh those were such fun! I would love to be a fly on the wall. I know how my six year old niece runs her family🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. Little girls with strong personalities have a way of doing that. I love it!!

“Yes,Edward and Sophie “…… “wheels up ma’am ,… thank god LG

Countess Sophie was previously scheduled to visit New York and Toronto this week, solo. Now l wonder if Edward will fly with her and madam will be supervised by them to make sure she deplanes in New York! What a rude awakening that will be. No security, on her own, unless whoever the nig wig she hooked up with at SoHo is footing her bills. Madam is very adept at that. Wheels up, means the jet has taken off. SHE IS GONE!!! Thank God LG, HMTQ very relieved.

Now l picture, the family, in their own ways celebrating that this day has finally come! HMTQ and PP, we look in, again we see, the 🔥 blazing, warm and crackling, the scent and feel of the flames instant comfort. Lovely evening dress, pondering the memories revisited today, intertwined with the hell of the war with madam and her backers. Suddenly cream caramel for two arrives along with special cocktails 🍸. They toast one another to have survival yet another war. 🥂 Cheers to you both! God bless you both.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

November 10/2019 1415 hrs CST

I thought this day would never come. Congratulations and a million thanks to LG and his team!!

Thank you dear PG….I wonder when the articles coming out will start saying she is in the US? Or will she continue to play…gaslighting is her favourite PR strategy….but we know…she is gone. Thank you PG great job….always appreciated…🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜

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113: Nov 11

MM ANON …… “H’ phone Oprah , NOW!!…… “ we’ll stay with SW for a while”…… “ my mother’s already here”. ……… “ Lottie’ tell your little friends to stop jumping on the bed.” …… BREAKFAST!!…… “ OK’ who’s for sticky maple syrup and waffles?”…… Charlotte!!!! behave. …… “ We’re outnumbered George!!”……”NANNY HELP!, …… “Wait and see,ma’am, wait and see!!”…… “yes, my friends in the service!!”… The banquet would be a good time. ……Embroil him in duties to his regiment ……’seven for a secret never to be told

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

MADAM IS GONE!, Riddle #113 1250 hrs CST

November 11/2019 l took the morning to remember the fallen as today is Remembrance Day in 🇨🇦🙏🏻 LEST WE FORGET

“H’ phone Oprah , NOW!!

Prince Harry has been involved in a Mental Health initiative with Oprah for Apple TV. I do not know how much they have done of it or even started, however sounds like he is meant to call her and back out of it.

However, there is only ONE IDIOT IN THE WORLD THAT CALLS HIM H!! and orders him around like that!!! I hope he changes his phone number M! Madam is barely out of the country and she’s yammering for him to find her a place to stay or wanting something from OW! Good God Harry CHANGE YOUR MOBILE!!!!! ASAP

“ we’ll stay with SW for a while”…… “ my mother’s already here”.

As l had proposed yesterday in the riddle, a wild cat like madam finds soft cushions. Well, it does not get any softer that a billionaire like SW and her husband is worth more than that, who we KNOW has been a backer and obviously STILL IS! Now we know where Doria has been kipping to avoid SPLASH news that they hired😂😂😂🤣🤣😂😂 paparazzi and why Doria needs an assistant l I couldn’t get that last week when a photo of her ‘assistant ‘ walking her dogs made the rounds. I was saying in a riddle then, why does she need an assistant.This might also explain why she has eight million dollars in her bank account! So this is where madam will have ‘Family Thanksgiving’,OW BO MO HRC BC, the whole entire “family”. How precious, l almost shed a tear NOT,🤢🤢🤮

“ Lottie’ tell your little friends to stop jumping on the bed.” …… BREAKFAST!!…… “ OK’ who’s for sticky maple syrup and waffles?”…… Charlotte!!!! behave. …… “ We’re outnumbered George!!”……”NANNY HELP!, ……

Well little Princess Charlotte had her sleepover. I assumed it would be at KP due to security issues. Waffles, giggly girls, William seeking solace in George, little Louis is too young yet😂😂🤣🤣. William screaming jokingly for Nanny Maria Borollos, but she likely is with Prince Louis. I would love to have been a fly on the wall, l know l say that in every riddle but it’s true each time l say it!By the way William, l am still waiting for my waffles!😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣😂🤣🤣😁😁

“Wait and see,ma’am, wait and see!!”“yes, my friends in the service!!”

LG in conversation with HMTQ. She is wondering or commenting on media release of info date LIFTOFF!!!!NOVEMBER 14 according to a previous MM ANON riddle! How will things be released, all at once? LG supportively saying just wait and see, excitedly by the exclamation marks. I am sure after all this waiting the press has done, sitting on all this golden horrible but news breaking secrets of madam, it’s going to be brilliant! I am certain LG has been involved.

HMTQ also voicing concern over madams next move, as obviously once a narcissist always a narcissist, and even though madam never LIVED with the a Royal family she was privy to many events including Sandringham. I have no doubt throughout this entire ordeal the family, spoke to her only as politeness would require and never ever EVER shared information. Nonetheless, she was in the palace, observed how they do things, etc, she holds a lot of information and l don’t know what her departure agreement included but l definitely see fee doing the tv rounds, magazines, PR will continue and a book of my life if she was a duchess or some such garbage!

As we know LG has many connections in the world on intelligence, all over the world. He will be in touch with some of these individuals and keep track of what madam gets up to. I am certain President Trump who brought such valuable intel on his state visit last time, that he has has his homeland security department monitoring her and her backers!!!

The banquet would be a good time.

The NATO banquet is December 4/2019. HMTQ will host NATO leaders, it will be an all out elegant affair. I can hardly wait for the photos. This would be a good time to what. Perhaps put out a notice of formal separation on the day if the banquet? I cannot see HMTQ doing anything to overshadow such an event. I wonder if , as has been mentioned twice in riddles, that Prince Harry will be seated next to Mrs. Melania Trump for the evening. Perhaps some announcement may be made that day about a position for Harry to serve in the military. A huge part of me would love a formal announcement of separation, but that’s unlikely but l still want it, hey maybe annulment? Something!!!

Embroil him in duties to his regiment

HMTQ is pondering how best to have Harry era climate to his life now that madam is gone. How glorious. The public will want to see him and know he is finally regaining his health and happiness. Sounds like involving him in his past military career is the answer. Given his Invictus Games and involvement in mental health issues and his own, this is a phenomenal idea. I do believe it will be a bespoke role, created especially for him, non-combat of course. He has so much experience and it will help him rebuild his confidence tremendously. I can foresee a number of roles for him. This is fantastic!

…’seven for a secret never to be told

This is from an old rhyme about magpies. Great big beasts of a bird, black and white, they extremely loud and eat others eggs etc. I remember one Sunday afternoon a friend of mine and her husband live on a farm and she has a bunch of us for dinner. We got talking, they were saying how many magpies they had and the great annoyance they are. Well right after dinner, out came the rifles and we all spent a good few hours riding them of the problem. It was marvellous. DONT JUDGE until you have lived on a farm and had these massive rats with wings stopping at your or your children’s heads!! They remind me of ravens, always made me think of Poe, Edgar Allen Poe. The Raven, read it! Wow sorry kids, l REALKY DIGRESSED there, but l think you like my elaborative writing!

Anyone, back to the clue, the nursery rhyme is below.

One for sorrow,

Two for joy,

Three for a girl,

Four for a boy,

Five for silver

Six for gold,

Seven for a secret,

Never to be told.

Eight for a wish,

Nine for a kiss,

Ten for a bird,

You must not miss.

Seven for a secret never to be told. This was in yesterday’s riddle. HMTQ feels imperative, RPO MUST KEEP SCHTUM(quiet), the manner of how Prince Harry Met madam, as MM ANON put it yesterday in PP words, a’a scandal beyond a scandal’.

What hell hath this succubus wrought on or beloved Queen and Prince Harry, the entire royal family, England, the U.K. and our beloved Commonwealth. We have many many friends in other countries who share the horror with us as faithful friends and we so love them for it!!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

November 11/2019 1350 hrs CST LEST WE FORGET

Thank you dear PG! Fantastic read once again….your personality shines through, and I love that…interesting days ahead! Thank you🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜

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114: Nov 13

MM ANON ……… 🎼” let the Sunshine”🎼…… who pulled the short straw?……… palm trees at Sandringham …… “ pass the Dorito’s darling “……… Sophie’s surprise ……“ I love the belt sweetie”. … Preg-nont…… “ I love the belt sweetie” ……… “yes , smile and serve them gru-el”…… Christmas?” Musical chairs old thing” ……… more of a 12 by 6 ……… small expectations …… Kate’s red carpet …… “ bet she goes for the lovers knot.” …… Hobson choice.

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜THANK YOU MM ANON LOTS OF 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜

November 13/2019 1730 hrs CST , RIDDLE#114

🎼” let the Sunshine”🎼

Old song let the sunshine in, face it with a grin smilers never lose and frowned s never win. Also from the age of Aquarius. Either way SS, Sunshine Sachs, madams PR agency, one of them known for using ‘dark arts’, deeply dark things. They have in overdrive going back and forth with the Palace today is battling statements. They have absolutely NO IDEA WHO THEY ARE DEALING WITH RIGHT LG????

who pulled the short straw?

Usually when there is a task needing done and no one wants to do it, tour draw straws and one straw is shorter and THAT person gets or has to do the thing no one wants. What might this be. RPO babysitting madam? Royal sitting next to madam at the Christmas? Who knows where Christmas will be, but this is involving madam for sure and no one wants to do what needs done! Maybe it’s who sits next to a Doria at a Christmas!

palm trees at Sandringham

Rumours of madam on the beach in the Caribbean. Are they going to put some pal trees in so madam feels like she is in L.A. when she is there for Christmas??? This is so ridiculous!!

pass the Dorito’s darling “

Oh, is Doria coming for crimbo too?? Oh dear, Dorito has been the way madams is referred to by many. Prince Charles and Duchess Camilla are dining and Camilla, l can see her all dressed for dinner, making this cheeky comment to Charles, and Charles’ red face getting redder as a broad smile and chuckle ensues. By the way, l am NOT joking at his red face, l have several times here written my concern about that along with his red and swollen hands. His birthday is tomorrow let’s remember! He is on tour in India now.

Sophie’s surprise

Sophie was meant to fly to NYC with madam. Something happened and madam didn’t show up for the flight. I looked online earlier l could find nothing about Sophie in NYC. She is also due in Toronto for a women’s empowerment conference/anniversary.

“ I love the belt sweetie”

Madam wore a Gucci belt on RS , worth a few months rent! Is this a catty comment or a genuine from MA or the crying makeup artist? Most public comments were scathing and many think she is trying to look like she’s pregnant or let people think she may be.

Preg-nont

Madam has been wearing her belts very high, tight clothes etc. The last few days PR talking about a second child and she was seen holding her tummy at Royal Hall for RD evening service. Yes yes games games games .

“yes , smile and serve them gru-el”

Another SS doozy PR crap, madam volunteering🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 at a homeless shelter near Frogmore, millionaires homeless now!??🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 on Thanksgiving, in a country that doesn’t celebrate it🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. Sorry you just cannot make this garbage up. It’s like they have a room full of zoo animals pressing buttons for ideas! No offence to zoo animals! Gruel is slop, if you ever read a Dickens that’s what they fed the children in Oliver, tastes terrible but enough to keep you alive,

GRU or GRU is the name for the former USSR KGB secret police. Surely GRU is not at play here?!

Christmas?” Musical chairs old thing”

Madam for Christmas?,Doria for Christmas?, lots of moving around so everyone takes a turn politely talking to Doria and madam. Oh come on, MM ANON, we all know THERE US NO POSSIBLE WAY they are going to be there! I have explained the game of musical chairs in a previous riddle.

more of a 12 by 6

💜💜💜💜This, l firmly believe, is where madam is. Contained , either by bars or in a psychiatric a facility, her mind having fractured and split apart by the stress all of her own doing. Good luck to all those minding her!!!💜💜💜💜

small expectations

Great Expectations, by a Charles Dickens about the French Revolution…it was the best of times, it was the worst of times…..explains everything happening in England/the U.K. now. Here we have small expectations, that is what we have or of madam and she is cornered yet her OR is working overtime and each time today BP has countered played the PR. This is a public game of chess with someone who cannot even play checkers!

Kate’s red carpet …… “ bet she goes for the lovers knot.”

This is a reference to the NATO gala banquet that HMTQ is hosting. Catherine, as usual will wear The Lovers Knot Tiara, l hope she wears a red or green Christmasy gown. I can hardly wait for the photos!!!

Hobson choice.

This goes way way back, even a film made. I haven’t seen it though The phrase is said to have begun with a livery stable owner, Thomas Hobson in the 1700’s England, who offered customers the choice of either taking the horse in his stall nearest to the door or taking none at all. A Hobson’s choice is a freely made choice only one thing is offered. Because a person may refuse to accept what is offered, the two options are taking it or taking nothing. In other words, one may “take it or leave it”.

Madam is in a pickle, so to speak, a tight sour situation. She, wherever she is, although l have a confident idea exactly where she is, is cornered with only one choice and she loathes to accept it! TICK TOCK🕰 TICKITY TOCK RACHEL! THE BELL HAS ALREADY TOLLED FOR THEE!!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

November 13/2019 1820 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG…much appreciated….🙏🏻💜💜💜

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Rafael writes a secret love letter to Sonny and Carmen finds it and makes sure Sonny gets it.

Oh anon, how dare you daring me with this beautiful prompt!

You can also find the prompt fill on ao3.

Happy Valentine’s Day to you!

Sonny,

This is ridiculous. But there must be some way to get this of my chestand as I clearly cannot do it for real, this be it.

It was my abuelita who told me to keep a diary. Obviously, I never kepta diary. My whole life I barely had time for a private life, where would I findthe time to write every day? What abuelita had meant is to write down all theworries that I couldn’t talk about with anyone. And be sure there were many.Actually, she was right. It had helped. So again, this be it.

Even now writing this, I struggle to find words. If I cannot even manageto find words sitting at my desk writing a letter that no one is ever going toread, how am I supposed to look you in the eyes and say it?

I am flattered by the admiration you grant me. I really am. It is justthat it is so genuinely kind that I cannot help myself but be condescendingabout it. I mean wouldn’t it be weird if I would return your hero-worship withkindness? Do you know what I mean? When you look at me with those beautiful,blue eyes and your beautiful, soft face and ask me something about the law asif I am the only person on the planet who knows about this, what am I supposedto say to be nice? Maybe that is what is wrong with me, that I honestly don’tknow.

There are a lot of things about you that I don’t like. I mean, I don’thave a problem with those things in you as person, but as someone I aminteresting in I usually wouldn’t like them. For starters, I don’t have a thingfor Catholics as I have struggled with the faith long enough myself to dealwith any internalized homophobia ever again. There is something in me, and Iadmit that it could be pure envy or maybe even shame, that makes me cringe atthe overly kind nature with which you meet everyone. One could think you mustsee why you never fit in, what makes people dislike you. It is not just thatyou are trying too hard. You bake cake for your co-workers, you offer youramateur photograph skills to everyone who doesn’t ask and you basicallyco-raise Rollins’ girls. And you do all this without being embarrassed. Youshould see why people feel offended by you. You don’t deserve it of course.That you refuse to change only proves how strong you are. Maybe this is wheremy admiration for you comes from.

Usually, I search in people, as short as my encounters may usually be,what I find in myself. People who love their work more than other people.People who are my age or maybe even a little older, successful and too stuck intheir own ways to let anyone too close.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t need to spell out, which I could do atlength, why you are a very attractive man. Just let me say this much: I like itwhen you get angry, when you draw your eyebrows together and your detectiveexpression spills over your face. Then your eyes shine even bluer than theyalready do. And I don’t like you angry because I am this screwed up, I like youthis way because then your passion for the things you believe in shows. And Ihave to admit that this is just breathtaking.

So I can see how I like to think about having you in my bed. But justthis morning, and this is why I write this letter, I imagined you to be in mykitchen. As you might guess my kitchen is barely used but I can see you inthere making breakfast. And it scares me so much that this is what I want. Whatscares me most of all is that if you were in my bed and in my kitchen, I wouldlike you to stay.

And, Sonny, this is the reason why I will never say or do anything:Besides all the problems with us being co-workers, compromising our work, whichis putting sex criminals to justice after all, (and oh, by the way, are youeven queer?) besides all these problems, I adore you. You and your big, stupidheart deserve all the things that make you happy in life. Quite frankly, Ibelieve that I am not able to give you these.

I’m such a fool. Even if this letter is only imaginary and no one isgoing to read this, I am not able to spell out the words.

I guess there must be a reason why it is not called raising in love, butfalling in love.

What do I have left to say? Just be happy, Sonny, this is all I want.And if I can help you, tell me.

Yours,

Rafael

Carmen hadn’t read the whole letter obviously.Indeed, she had stopped somewhere after the third paragraph, because she wouldnever be able to look her boss in the eyes again. As curious as she is, shefeels like she had walked in on some very private, very intimate moment.

Nevertheless, Carmen feels warmlytouched by the vulnerability in Barba’s soft words.

Certainly, Carmen knows that behind hisarmor of fancy suits and sarcasm, Rafael Barba is a very kind and sweet man. Aman who doesn’t trust easily and even less easily opens his heart. And for asmuch as Carmen appreciates him not just as her boss, but also as a person, shethinks that Barba deserves to have a life outside of his office.

Carmen had gathered from the firstthree paragraph that no one is supposed to ever read the letter and while sheshould certainly respect that, she had also gathered that Barba seems to bedeeply hurt. And she thinks that there is really no need.

As she had never understood thosepeople who don’t like to interfere in other people’s lives, she decides to dosomething about it. And as desired, life had done her the favor to have leftthe letter next to the documents of their present case that she is supposed tocollect into a folder. She could feign ignorance. It is not her fault that thisletter accidently got between all those rape kit reports and interrogationprotocols. Barba wouldn’t even suspect her.

So far so good, so allshe has to do now is to make sure that Detective Carisi picks up the folder.Given that he finds a reason to step by Barba’s office every other day, thatshouldn’t be hard.

Sonny reads the letter in theelevator of the DA’s office.

He had come by directly when Carmenhad called him to tell him that Barba asks him to go through the files of theirpresent case. He had open the case folder first chance he got when Carmen hadtold him that Barba is acting cranky.

But the folder, the case, everythingis completely forgotten when he sees the letter.

From one second to another, his wholebody turns hot.

When he arrives on the ground floor,Sonny makes a beeline for the restroom.

Inside of the restroom, he lockshimself inside of a stall, puts the toilet lid down and sits down.

He reads the letter.

He reads the letter again.

He reads the letter a third time.

Lastly, he checks the names a coupleof times. It says Sonny three times and it is signed with Rafael. Sonny alsorecognizes the handwriting of the DA.

Clearly, he had not been supposed tosee the letter, but it had reached him. He had read it. He wouldn’t be able topretend that it is not there.

He calls Carmen.

“Where is he?”, he asks without anygreeting.

“He’s in court for the rest of theday. Why?”, she asks innocently.

“Which courtroom?”

“5a.”

“Okay, thanks, bye.”

Sonny gets up and considers whetheror not he should just ride back up and tear Barba (or should he say Rafael now?)out of the courtroom for a couple of minutes. In fact, he only thinks aboutwith what excuse he would interrupt the trial and then what he is actually going to tell him?

Life crosses his plans when Liv callshim to a bank a couple of blocks away where a security camera had just caughtglimpse of their perp.

As it turns out, Sonny is going tochase the perp for about four and a half blocks, end up spraining his ankle andback at the precinct manage to get a confession out of him.

It is nearly 1 am when Sonny finallyhas the chance to go home.

But there is no way Sonny can waitany longer. This is not something that anyone could ask from him. The whole daysince he had read the letter, he had managed to keep it well hidden in the backof his head. His heart had been overpowered by bewildered numbness, but theshutter is open now and his emotions flow freely.

With his last drop of sanity, hetakes a quick shower at the precinct and grabs his extra suit out of hislocker.

He wouldn’t go back home this night.

In the cab on the way to Barba’sapartment, Sonny does what he had been wanting to do all day. Read the letter again.And again.

Hestill doesn’t know what to say when he knocks at Barba’s door. You said you would help me?

Barbadoesn’t open right away, because of course the man is asleep in the middle ofthe night.

Whenhe finally does open the door, he blinks at him sleepily.

“Carisi,what are you doing here? And what is this?”

Helooks at the bag with the suit in his hand where Sonny also happens to hold theletter. Barba’s eyes widen in shock. “Is this…?” Barba looks like someone hadpunched him the face. “No, you haveto pretend that you never saw this!” Barba hides his eyes behind his palms.“This is not real. Really, Carisi, you have to forget this.”

Sonnysteps inside and closes the door behind him and locks it.

Barbais now cursing in Spanish, still hiding his face behind his hands.

Sonnywalks up to Barba, gently grabs him by the wrists and confidently moves hishands away from his eyes.

“No,no, Carisi”, Barba mutters, but Sonny ducks to make him look him into his eyes.

Hehas no words.

Sohe just kisses him.

Aminute later, they fall together onto sheets.

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