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Bells Ring (1)

Title: Fade Into You

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of body-shaming, infertility, infidelity, alcohol consumption. Suggestive imagery.

MDNI

“May ah have this dance?”

Starstruck. That’s the only possible way to describe exactly how you felt the first time your eyes met that sea of cerulean peeking through long, dark lashes and a quirked brow. You tensed immediately upon hearing the prince’s unmistakable dialect. It was as if your body wanted to swallow itself whole, curl into a tiny little sphere like a frightened millipede hiding from a predator. He cleared his throat and you were drawn from your trance, hastily placing your dance card into his outstretched palm.

You were not the diamond of the season, not even close. Not even a nugget of bronze. Overlooked by Queen Aiyla herself, you fit in most perfectly with the common ladies of the ton, bonding over petty gossip and drinking lemonade in the gardens. Although you had a larger stomach and a softer jawline than most other ladies, you were friendly, pleasant company, and they treated you as such. Neither notably wealthy nor tragically poor, you were comfortable and content somewhere in between.

“I do apologize for my hesitation, Your Highness,” you’d said timidly as he led you to the dance floor, placing one hand on his shoulder and keeping the other in his.

“No apologies necessary, ah assure ye,” he’d responded with a charming lopsided smile, smoothly pulling you into his strong arms as the dance commenced.

Ewan had kept you occupied all night, much to the dismay of every mama and all of the more eligible ladies for a man of his nobility. He may as well have signed his name in every slot of your dance card, as he did not let another soul near you for the entire duration of the time he spent at the ball. When the night was over and the two of you parted ways, you were nearly positive that you must have dreamt up the whole ordeal, a childlike fantasy for a girl larger and far more inferior than nearly the whole population.

But the next morning, he’d arrived at your home to call on you and wasted his entire afternoon teaching you Gaelic phrases as well as entertaining your excitement over poetry. Ewan was kind and patient, holding your gaze and admiring your other features when you looked away. He was enamored with your beauty, your voice, your passions , simple as they may have been. You could not deny the butterflies in your soft stomach that only fluttered when he was around, or the goosebumps that rose across your delicate skin whenever his fingers brushed over yours.

From then on, the prince had made up his mind, spending most of his time courting you, taking you on walks through the gardens where all of the other ladies you had been acquainted with now looked upon you with jealous scorn. Ewan seemed to enjoy keeping you on his arm, showing you off. It was maddening, the absolute hold he had on your love-struck heart.

On a particularly cool night that autumn, he had snuck you into the innermost part of the woods, away from the night owls of society and into a safe haven where it was just the two of you. He’d lifted your skirt and sunk to his knees, worshiping the sweetness between your thighs like it was the only thing he was made for. You hadn’t known anything to feel better, not until his plump lips entwined with yours as he lay you on the damp grass and showed you what heaven hid beneath his trousers.

In less than a quarter of a year, he had proposed to you, and even quicker than that, you were wedded. The two of you honeymooned in Greece before returning to Glasgow, which you now called home. Just like that, you went from sewing your own dresses and cooking your own meals to eating dinner with the King and Queen as the respectable Princess MacTavish. It was overwhelming, to say the least, but the long nights you spent in your husband’s chambers made it all worth it.

You wish you could say you don’t know where it all went wrong. It was bliss in the beginning, days mostly spent in bed with each other or having picnics in the castle garden. But when you failed to conceive a child after your first wedding anniversary, tensions grew between you and your beloved. Ewan was supportive at the start, holding you while you wept and assuring you that you were not broken, these things just take time.

But by the time your second anniversary came around and you still were not with child, he had already withdrawn. He stopped inviting you to his chambers and declined each of your advances, only bedding you after his mother commented on the lack of intimacy between the pair of you. Ewan had become a shell of the man he used to be, a fraud residing in the body of the tender-hearted lover you fell so hard for.

Communications between you and your husband had been reduced to those of business, financials and such. When you would make your afternoon rounds around the ton to have tea with the elderly widows or pick flowers with the children to give to their mamas, Ewan would stay inside to write or drink his stress away. You grew to hate the smell of scotch.

After an especially nasty argument, your husband informed you that he would be taking some time for himself to travel. He might as well have smacked you across the face—for such royalty to travel for leisure without his wife was a clear sign that their marriage was in distress.

But you, innocent and naive, weren’t aware that the ton you poured all of your time into befriending had already sensed the strain long ago. Vicious whispers shaming your barrenness, blaming it on your plush body or lack of care, floated into every ear willing to listen like rotten leaves being carried by the breeze. The servants looked at you with pity as you watched Ewan ride away in his carriage, and gave you space to cry when you should have been bathing or eating dinner.

You were midway through another crying spell when the letter arrived on a random Tuesday afternoon, delivered to you by one of the servant girls. Addressed to Ewan, who still had not returned, with the heady scent of floral perfume seeping through the paper. Disrespectful as it was, you opened the letter and read it through furrowed eyebrows.

My Beloved Ewan,

Every second that we are apart is a dagger to this weary heart of mine. I am aware that you must return home to your family, or lack thereof, but I cannot stand to be an ocean away from you any longer. Come a fortnight after you have received this letter, I will be on my way to make my home in Glasgow. You will no longer need to travel to see me. Anytime you need me, I will be there. Until I am with you once more, hold this close to your heart and feel mine beat with yours. I belong to you entirely, ma chérie.

Coralie

You could practically feel your heart drop down to your stomach, bile rising until you abandoned the letter and your feet carried you to the drawing room. You emptied the contents of your belly into the chamber pot, hot tears accompanying the sting in your throat.

You desired to curl up into a ball the same way you wanted to the first time you met him. Perhaps your hesitation wasn’t something to have been ashamed of back then, rather an older and wiser version of yourself attempting to protect you from her inevitable heartbreak.

That Thursday, you heard the news that Ewan had returned, but you made no effort to reunite with him. The thought of seeing his face made you sick. The one who was supposed to be yours and yours alone had given his heart to another. Ultimately, however, a formal dinner invitation from King MacTavish could not be avoided.

Now, on an especially gloomy Saturday, here you sit at a silent dining table opposite your infidel husband, with your clueless in-laws in the same respective position on the other sides.

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Guile & Guilt (Ch. 08)

Soap/Reader — MDNI 18+

Sorry for the wait as usual. Hope y’all can forgive me!

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FEBRUARY — FRIDAY: 7 days until the wedding

In the month or so after Christmas, your relationship with Johnny had progressed considerably. He was on a particularly challenging tour, but you only heard about his work in sparse mentions. Most of his conversations were centered around your relationship “after we tell Pidge”.

It was all he wanted to talk about.

“After we tell Pidge, we can look for a place together in Glasgow. What do you say, lass?”

“After we tell Pidge, we can take trips with them. Always wanted to see Iceland.”

“After we tell Pidge…”

And on and on and on. It wasn’t that you weren’t excited to be with him. You adored him, and he seemed to feel the same way about you. But, telling Pidge was scaring you out of your damn mind. In the worst case scenario, you’d be losing your best friend and the man that you…

Careful, that dark voice was back in your head , don’t want to say the word, huh?

The man that you… liked a considerable amount. Not love. Love was a commitment. You were not in love.

The dark voice cackled. You ignored it.

You were going to see him this weekend for the combination stag and hen party, and you could think of little else. But, you had plenty to work on. As the maid of honor, this was your time to shine. You needed to prepare for more than just seeing Johnny. In fact, you were about to have six girls at your tiny apartment for a slumber party tomorrow night. The whole 600 square feet of your place was decorated in gold glitter and streamers. There were big B-R-I-D-E letters above your bed, and a giant inflatable diamond ring was propped up on your futon. You’d already sprayed Marlowe twice with the water bottle for threatening it with her claws.

Tonight, though, you were alone. You had asked Johnny if he would fly in early, but he hadn’t been able to confirm. So, you were sitting on your bed, staring at your phone, dressed only in his shirt, praying for some miracle.

You stayed up as late as you could, but still no call.

SATURDAY — Early morning: 6 days until the wedding

Your phone buzzed where it lay against your chest. You slowly awoke, and it was still dark outside. Bleary and only semi-conscious, you picked it up without looking at the screen,

“Hello?” You croaked.

“Mo mèirleach,” he whispered, “Open the door, hen. It’s fuckin’ frigid.”

“What?” You didn’t understand. Johnny was outside? You looked at the clock. It was 0311.

“I’m downstairs! Buzz me up.”

You did, and then you waited, waking up more and more as you stood in the kitchen, drinking some water to clear your dry throat.

He knocked softly, and you let him in. Immediately, and without so much as dropping his rucksack, he pulled you into his arms. You smelled his sweat, a strong hint of fire or smoke, and something you couldn’t quite place. It was almost like gasoline, but not quite. He’d come straight from the field.

“Hey,” he pressed his forehead to yours and kissed you gently, smelling your skin and nuzzling into your hair.

“Hey,” you smiled up at him, hugging him a little tighter.

Having him back was making you feel like no time had passed at all. He held you just as he did when he told you goodbye in December, and now, all of January felt like some wasted dream.

You looked behind him,

“Where are the others? I thought you said they’d be coming to the party this weekend.”

“Put them up at a wee hotel. The Indigo, just a few blocks away. But, I’ve been sleepin’ on the fuckin’ floor too many nights, now. And I wanna be in my woman’s arms instead.”

His woman. Your heart clenched in your chest. He noticed your emotional response to his words; always the observant one. His smile felt so good, even though he had caught you in his snare,

“Aye. You’re my woman, aren’t you?”

Huge, rough hands warmed your skin as they snaked underneath your shirt, reaching up across your belly, finding your hanging breasts and squeezing them ever so gently.

“Shower with me, lass. I’m right filthy.”

“Alright,” you nodded, and he pulled your shirt off the rest of the way, discovering the nothing you were wearing underneath.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Johnny lamented, holding you at arm’s length to study your skin and curves with a deep admiration, “Look at you, mèirleach. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m dreamin’.”

You led him to the bathroom, which you doubted was big enough for the both of you, and he stripped off all of his dirty clothes. You helped him, peeling him apart, layer by layer, discovering him in pieces.

His broad chest filled your vision in the tiny washroom, and you latched onto his nipple, tasting the salt from his sweat as you did and listening to him moan. He laughed from the sudden sensation of it,

“It’s sensitive, lass. Easy…”

Your eyes found his, showing him that you knew what it felt like, and you did not relent. You enjoyed watching him squirm beneath you, his hands resting on the side of your neck, threatening to pull you away when he became overwhelmed.

You gave him a break, kissing across his tattooed ribs and over his belly. He lifted your face up to his, pressing you against the bathroom counter, growling in whispers at you,

“Careful, thief. Don’t go givin’ me ideas.”

“What kind of ideas, Johnny?” You teased, dragging his boxers down over his plump ass to squeeze his cheeks in your hands.

“Ideas about what I’d like to put in that fuckin’ mouth of yours.”

He grabbed your hand and shoved it onto his hard cock, still covered by his boxer briefs, the fabric askew and taut, ready to come off.

“See what you fuckin’ do to me, thief?”

You smiled, staring down at the evidence of what you had done to him. You took his hand and slowly moved it between your legs, letting him curl and experimental finger up just far enough to dip into your wetness.

“See what you do to me?”

He shuddered, his body falling forward, and he caught himself with his free hand on the countertop, pinning you beneath him. He was playing inside of you with his fingertip, as achingly slowly and gently as could be, barely moving it, basking in your warmth. His face contorted into a twisted grimace, and he grunted,

“Fuckin’ hell, mèirleach. Get in the damn shower, or I’ll have you right here, lass.”

The shower curtain rings hissed across their metal rod as he followed you inside. You washed your hair, and you used your soapy hands to wash his. The soap turned brown with dirt and sand, and you made a face, laughing,

“Johnny! You are filthy.”

“Yeah, we ran into some trouble at the end of our mission. Lost contact with base. Had to camp in the wee mountains for a few nights, tryin’ not to freeze to death.”

“Holy shit…”

You pitied him, using your vanilla scented soap to scrub down his body for him, letting him be treated to your sudsy massage.

“Knowin’ I was comin’ back to you kept me goin’. I dreamt about this wee shower, hen. Even Ghost was surprised that I was able to keep my whingin’ to a minimum. But, I knew you were here and I wasnae gonna let anythin’ stop me from comin’ home to you.”

He bent to kiss you, and you kissed him back, letting the water wash over you both, bathing you in the heat of each other. He pulled away, grinning like he’d won something, and you felt the blush rise into your cheeks.

You made the hand signal for him to turn around and he spun, giving you his wide back, planting both of his hands on the wall like you were going to search him.

You started at his neck, washing away days of dirt and grime, feeling his swollen muscles pull and push against his bones. He had a new tattoo on his spine. It was a little Gaelic word that you couldn’t read.

With your fingertip, you traced over the black ink, softly rubbing over the raised skin, healed but fresh. He stilled, realizing you’d noticed it.

“Gealladh. It means ‘promise’.”

You wiped it clear of soap and lay your lips to it, kissing it softly, making him tremble beneath you. You tried to pronounce it, whispering it against his skin.

The rest of the shower went quickly, and by the time you were clean, he was ready to get dirty again, fondling you and rubbing across his curved length hungrily.

He wrapped you in your towel and watched you braid your hair, kissing your neck and sharing your toothbrush. You tried not to be grossed out by it, but you made a face and he rolled his eyes, spitting out the paste into your sink and trying to kiss you with his messy lips. You giggled, leaving him in the bathroom to finish up.

The cool air in your apartment made you clamber to get under the covers, eager to warm up and anxious for him to join you. He sauntered out of the bathroom looking like some Greek god, wet and tanned, tattooed and scarred, fresh from the bonds of war.

He threw his towel down with yours and climbed into bed next to you, curling you up in his arms, sighing with the most delighted contentment. His big jaw pressed into the side of your neck, looking for purchase, and he began to suck and lick at your skin, traveling down your shoulder to your nape, sending shivers down your arms.

“Did you miss me, mo mèirleach?” His voice was so quiet, you could barely hear him.

“I did, mo chridhe,” you whispered back, turning your body to face him.

He took both of your hands in both of his and kissed your forehead. All of his sexual overtones and lurid advances in the shower had somehow been washed away, and as the orange blush of dawn came through your window, he looked changed. His hair was soft, the mohawk all grown out and curling at the tips, his eyes glassy and full of something that looked suspiciously like hope.

“I know this has been hard on you, lass. I’ve been more than just a wee bit selfish, and I want you to know I’ll make it right. I promise you that. Do you hear me?”

You nodded, pressing your cheek to his chest, inching closer to him. He wrapped you in a tight hug, holding you too close.

Did you believe him? Would everything work out for the best? Or were you continuing down a path that would lead to ruin? How easy it was for him to convince you of the opposite. He could lead you like a lamb to the slaughter, and you’d go willingly, bleating up at him with all your love and affection as he pushed you into the chute.

His arm became heavy, and you heard his breaths lengthen in his chest, and you knew he was asleep. You had an alarm set, so you curled up in his warmth, letting him doze, allowing yourself to sink into the murky blackness of sleep along with him.

SATURDAY — Lunchtime: 6 days until the wedding

Johnny had changed into something clean and left you in bed, kissing your face and promising all sorts of filthy things to you after the bar crawl tonight. He begged you to dance with him when you wound up at the club, washing away your worries about Pidge, claiming she’d be too drunk to notice. You rushed him out, warning him she’d be here for lunch, and washed your sheets.

Sure enough, your phone rang and Pidge was outside your apartment, screaming with six other girls to be buzzed up not an hour after Johnny left, and you breathed a sigh of relief they’d missed each other coming and going.

You had the whole day planned out. Lunch was at a little cafe near the river, perfect for a photo op or two. Then, you’d booked a nail salon for mani-pedis for the whole squad. After that, it was back to the apartment to put on your faces before going “out-out”.

For the most part, the day had been a wild success. Pidge was already a little tipsy from the non-stop mimosas, and even though your bank account had seen better days, it wasn’t that bad. Now, you were in the middle of the evening ferality. Someone had ordered a pizza and there was hairspray in places you didn’t think hairspray could go. Marlowe was hiding in her cubby under your bed, and you were already done getting ready.

You’d told everyone it was black and white themed. Ham and Pidge would be in white, with all of you in black, and the goal at the end of the night was for them to find each other by hopping from bar to bar. The stag would chase the hen through downtown Glasgow, and you’d planned to have them all end up at The Berkeley Suite.

There were girls everywhere. It was like a bomb had gone off in your apartment, and there wasn’t really a space for privacy except for the bathroom (as long as you shooed everyone out of it first).

“I’ll just be a second!” You shouted over the thumping music, closing the door behind them.

You took care of business and spent a brief minute checking your phone. You had two texts from Johnny, and when you opened them, your breath caught in your throat.

Mo Chridhe: open this when youre alone thief

Mo Chridhe: blacksuit.jpg

Johnny had sent you a mirror selfie of his outfit, and he looked stunning. You couldn’t believe it was him. You’d never seen him so dressed up. His hair was shaven on the sides, the mohawk back to its full potential, and his suit was a gorgeous black with velvet lapels and a gold chain between the button holes. He wore no tie, instead letting the first two buttons hang open rakishly, showing off his tanned chest.

You texted him back:

You: you are still so damn hot lol

Mo Chridhe: show me you

You obeyed, taking a racy selfie in the bathroom mirror just like he had done. You showed off your cleavage , and the short, high cut of the dress as it hugged your ass. You tried your best to be pouty, just like all the Instagram models, but you weren’t sure if you succeeded.

Mo Chridhe: i might be the luckiest cunt alive or im dreamin

You: lol ;)

Mo Chridhe: ham might be chasin pidge all night but ill be chasin you

You smiled down at your phone before closing the app and returning to the fray.

Glittered, glammed, and ready for a night of debauchery, you took your phone off its charger and made your way out into the cold evening air. Pidge had brought a jacket, but Cherise had decided to go without, claiming that hot girls didn’t get cold. You were definitely cold, so you wondered what that implied.

The first stop was The Variety Bar. You had texted Johnny and told him to warn you before their first bar choice so that you could pay the tab and bolt before Hamish could put his hands on Pidge. But, it didn’t really work out like that. You had all ended up as one big group, and spent most of the time jokingly keeping them from kissing each other. Price held up a wet coaster between their mouths which sent Pidge coughing and spitting, causing enough of a ruckus that you decided to move to the next spot.

Johnny sat with you at the bar while you paid, trying his best to keep his hands off of you.

“Lookin’ like a right goddess tonight, you are.”

“Stop it,” you smiled, “No flirting allowed while your sister is literally right behind us.”

“Och,” he shook his head, “She’s in her own wee world. Where to next, lass?”

You slid the check back to the bartender and thanked him, turning to Johnny and smirking triumphantly, knowing he still needed to pay before he could follow you,

“Don’t you hunt people for a living? Come and get me.”

You left him at the bar, frozen with a delightful look of surprise on his face. You found Pidge and the other girls outside.

“Alright,” you smiled, “Onward. Let’s head over to Max’s.”

“Oh, God,” Anjali sighed, “You really want her to blackout, huh?”

“Fuck it! Max’s it is, ladies!” Pidge screamed.

Everyone cheered and marched on after her. She cuddled into your arm as you walked,

“Thank you so much for this, babes. You’re the best friend a girl could ask for, you know that?”

“You are, too,” you kissed her on her temple and squeezed her arm a bit tighter.

By the time you’d had two drinks at Max’s, Hamish’s clan found you again. Gaz was the one who spotted you through the window, holding his hands up to the glass and pointing you out.

“Uh oh,” you smiled, “Last call, girls.”

Cherise laughed,

“I don’t know why we’re running. Might as well just party with them.”

“It’s tradition, right?” Bekah rolled her eyes.

“Well,” Pidge shrugged, “You all can wait here then, if you prefer the boys to me.”

“No! Pidge, that’s not it, babe,” Cherise protested.

Pidge drunkenly waved her off,

“It’s fine, no worries. See you at Berkeley’s. How about that?”

Pidge stormed off out the door, and you followed behind trying to get her to calm down. She eventually did, drinking the water you had bought for her. But, that was how the group got split. Half the boys ended up with you and Pidge and Anjali, and the other half waited at Max’s until the happy hour rounds were over.

You’d gotten all settled in at Berkeley, listening to the loud club music, letting the high of your buzz wash over you, trying not to think about how nice it would be to have Johnny here, dancing with you like he promised.

Then, Pidge realized she forgot her jacket, so she sent you back to the other bar. You left her with Gaz and Ghost, and Price wandered out into the street with you.

“‘Bout time Hamish finally caught his hen anyway,” you speculated as you walked with him.

“Aye,” he agreed, “And maybe your stag as well.”

Your eyes darted up to him and then checked over your shoulder, just to make sure Pidge wasn’t behind you.

Price continued,

“Are you sure keepin’ him a secret is the right thing? He’s dyin’ to tell her. Fuck, he was tellin’ people he didn’t even know about you.”

You smiled,

“Yeah, I know. I just want the wedding to be about her. Nothing is ever about her, you know? She deserves to have a day where she doesn’t need to consider other people’s feelings for once.”

“What about your feelings?” Price asked.

You didn’t answer him. You just shrugged and kept walking. Suddenly, you heard screaming behind you,

“Wait! Wait up!”

Pidge and the rest of the crew rushed over to you and Price.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“We’re gonna surprise Hamish this time,” Pidge smiled, pulling out a big confetti popper from her purse.

“Oh, God,” you grinned, looping your arm through hers and dragging her along.

Nothing was going according to plan that night, but you were so tired that it was hard for you to care. You weren’t even sure if Hamish’s group was still at the other bar, and you hadn’t heard a thing from Bekah or Cherise.

Finally, you made it back to Max’s. Just as you were about to open the door, it burst open and out poured Johnny, tangled in Bekah’s arms. She was giggling and kissing his cheek, leaving streaks of purple lipstick all over his freshly shaven skin. He was holding her close to him, his fingers digging into her side so tightly.

You knew what that felt like.

You gasped, stepping back, stunned. He looked right into your eyes and stopped. The whole world came to a grinding halt. All of the time that you had spent together seemed to lay out in front of you, prostrating itself, and being found unworthy. You felt nothing. Just a creeping numbness that leaked into your core, a fire burning without kindling, unable to be extinguished.

“Och, Jesus and all the fuckin’ saints,” Pidge threw her hands up, “Couldnae even wait until after the party to get your hands into one of my mates, could you? Arsehole. Get outta the way.”

“No, tha’s not it, Pidge!” He frowned, “Bekah doesnae —”

“Bekah, what?” Pidge spat in his face, “Bekah doesnae care that you’ll turn up next month or next year or next week in a box with the wee Scottish flag draped over it? Okay. Now, move yourself from the door, Jonathan.”

Bekah was sort of octopusing herself around him, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders, sucking on his earlobe, caring very little about the Scottish flag no matter where it was draped.

Johnny was trying to fight her off now, suddenly angry at Pidge,

“What did you just say to me, Brigette?”

“Oh, shut up! You’re just like your da, and you’ll end up dead like him, too. See?” Pidge turned to you suddenly, eyes wild with fury, “This is why I warned you, Johnny MacTavish is a fuckin’ widowmaker. And that’s all he’ll ever be.”

She finally made it around her brother and wrenched the door open, disappearing into the club. Johnny still had Bekah in his arms, and you couldn’t be there anymore. You turned and walked in the direction of your apartment, miles away but hell-bent on getting back there.

“Hey! Wait! Thief, please. This isn’t what it looks like,” his voice was cold and distant. You didn’t turn around to listen. You weren’t sure what it looked like, but you didn’t need to see it to know how it felt.

Johnny could have Bekah. He was allowed to have her. He was not allowed to have you, and you couldn’t have him. That much was clear now. You should’ve listened to your friend. You’d known all along, hadn’t you?

“Wait, mèirleach!”

You spun on him like a snake, striking out sure and true,

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

He could see in your eyes that you were serious, venomous as you were in your delivery. His eyes looked desperate, like a kicked dog, but he didn’t let her go. She smiled and waved at you, looking drunker than you’d ever seen anyone look. You tasted the bile in your mouth from your disgust.

Price jogged to keep up with you, and he grabbed your arm,

“Wait, girl. Just wait a second.”

You jerked your hand away and hailed a cab that was pulled over on your side of the street. You climbed in and shut the door, begging the cabbie to drive quickly, and he did. You stared out the window, watching all of the lights blind you as they seared into your eyes, burning the images you’d seen that night brightly into your memory.

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Chapter 09

[scotianostra]

On May 9th 1911 the Empire Palace Theatre in Edinburgh was partly destroyed by fire, 11 people lost their lives including the star performer that night, The Great Lafayette.

That Tuesday might in 1911 a 3000-strong audience took their seats to witness the lavish show, and Lafayette perform one of his greatest illusions.

His speciality act was titled the Lion’s Bride, which featured a magnificent caged lion. A woman walked slowly on to the stage before entering the cage but, as the animal looked set to pounce, its pelt fell away to reveal the master Lafayette.

But as Lafayette - who was just 38 at the time - took his final bow, a stage lamp caught fire. Within seconds the stage curtain was alight and, as the safety screen lowered, a draught caused the flames to leap out into the first row.

Believing the fire to be part of the illusion, the crowd remained seated. But as the orchestra struck up the national anthem, they realised the flames were real and fled for their lives.

Describing the fire in the Daily Record, one witness in the front stalls said: “The fire started with a lamp suspended from the roof.

"I don’t know what kind of lamp it was but all of a sudden what appeared like a shower of golden rain occurred and the whole scenery burst into flames.

"The fire leaped towards those of us in the front stalls and the friend who was with me had his eyebrows and the side of his head scorched.”

Lafayette was said to have perished on stage while two midgets, who were part of his act, ran to warn cellist James Baines of the danger in a backstage dressing room.

They were later found in the musician’s arms, all three overcome by smoke inhalation.

One of the pair, a 17-year-old girl, called Alice Dale, operated a scene-stealing mechanical teddybear while the other, 14-year-old Joseph Coates, had only joined the company two weeks previously.

Newspaper reports of the time say Alice ran backstage and asked artist Arthur Jewitt, known as the Rajah, to save her but was swept into the arms of Baines, who saw himself as the teenager’s protector.

Within hours, Lafayette’s body was discovered on stage and moved to Glasgow for cremation in preparation for the funeral.

But the next day, his London solicitor arrived in Edinburgh and voiced concern that the body was missing Lafayette’s famous rings.

Three days after the late-night blaze, a workman sifting through the rubble of the theatre found a severed hand next to an overlooked body.

The hand was adorned with rings and the body was identified as the world-famous illusionist.

The circumstances of Lafayette’s death were further complicated when it was revealed the corpse of one of his body doubles was never found. That mystery persists to this day.

A true eccentric, Lafayette was also famous for his slavish dedication to his dogs.

His favourite was Beauty, a pit bull terrier who died through over-eating just four days before the illusionist was killed in the blaze.

The dog was wearing her diamond studded dog collar as she travelled with Lafayette in their private Pullman coach to Edinburgh on April 30th, 1911. They booked into the Caledonian Hotel in adjoining suites and prepared for their two-week run at the Empire Theatre.

A sign in Lafayette’s London home made clear to visitors the importance of Beauty to her master. It read: “You may drink my wine; you may eat my food; you may command my servants; but you must respect my dog.”

Author Arthur Setterington, who penned The Life and Times of the Great Lafayette 1872-1911, wrote: “Beauty was his life. He was shattered by her death and performed each evening with his shoulders shaking with grief. He announced that his own death could not be far away.”

The pair were buried together in Edinburgh’s Piershill Cemetery, following one of the most spectacular funerals the city has ever seen.

Four horses with nodding plumes pulled the hearse containing his coffin and the body of his beloved dog. Behind them were carriages carrying wreaths. His other dog, Mabel the Dalmatian, sat in his Mercedes in the cortege. Floral tributes included a dog made from forget-me-nots and a wreath which contained thousands of flowers and read: “The Last Act”.

As he was laid to rest, the band played Chopin’s Marche Funebre and 25,000 people lined the streets to say their farewells to the great man.

Newspapers reported: “The crowd at times swayed in an ugly manner and it was feared there would be a breakthrough but fortunately this was avoided. Several people were crushed and badly jostled, and several cases of fainting were dealt with by the police.”

And the reporter observed: “One felt a tinge of regret that Lafayette, a man who lived in an atmosphere of advertisement, was not here to see it. Bizarrely, many thought he was.”

It was a fitting homage to an artist who was the highest-paid theatre attraction of his day, earning the equivalent of £2.7million a year. But rumours circulated that the magician managed to escape the blaze and the body, which lay in Piershill cemetery, was one of the two body doubles he used for his act.

Speculation was further compounded when some witnesses claimed to have later seen Lafayette outside the theatre and others said he gallantly went back in to save his black stallion, Arizona.

Very little is known about the background of the Great Lafayette.

Born Sigmund Neuberger in Munich in 1872, his family left Germany in search of a better life and emigrated to America.

His stage debut was in a vaudeville act as an expert with a bow and arrow but when he saw the Chinese illusionist Ching Ling Foo, he decided to change the course of his career.

In 1900, London audiences were transfixed by his astounding tricks, and within a few years the illusionist was commanding hundreds of pounds for each performance.

It is said his ghost haunts the auditorium and staff of the venue, now known as The Festival, Theatre, have reported seeing things out of the corner of their eye.

I’ll leave you with a quote about the death of The Great Lafayette, from Houdini himself, a good friend of his,

“He fooled them in life and he fooled them in death, I envy him.

Watch a short clip of the aftermath of the fire 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IndkXV9lemg

And footage of his funeral on May 14th here

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Discover Exquisite Bridal Jewellery in Glasgow - Perfect for Your Big Day

Your wedding day is one of the most special and memorable moments in your life. Every detail, from the dress to the decor, contributes to making the occasion unforgettable. One of the most significant elements of a bride's attire is the bridal jewellery. The right pieces can add elegance, sparkle, and sophistication, completing your bridal look. If you're getting married in Glasgow, you're in luck – the city is home to a range of talented jewellers offering exquisite bridal jewellery options that will leave you breathless. In this blog post, we’ll explore some of the best bridal jewellery Glasgow has to offer and help you find the perfect pieces for your big day.

The Importance of Bridal Jewellery

When it comes to your wedding ensemble, your jewellery isn’t just an accessory – it’s an expression of your style, personality, and love story. Bridal jewellery serves not only to enhance your bridal gown but also to reflect your unique tastes and celebrate the occasion. Whether you're seeking traditional elegance or a more modern and unique look, the right jewellery can complete your wedding day aesthetic.

From sparkling diamond necklaces and shimmering earrings to delicate bracelets and stunning tiaras, bridal jewellery adds an extra layer of glamour to your bridal look. It’s important to choose pieces that complement your dress, makeup, and hairstyle. A well-selected piece can draw attention to your face, enhance your gown’s design, and tie everything together seamlessly.

Bridal Jewellery Glasgow – A Hub for Beauty and Craftsmanship

Glasgow is one of the most vibrant cities in Scotland, known for its rich cultural heritage and thriving arts scene. This creative environment extends to the jewellery industry, where Glasgow-based jewellers have gained a reputation for creating stunning, high-quality bridal jewellery that makes every bride feel like royalty.

Whether you’re looking for custom-designed jewellery or timeless pieces from renowned designers, Glasgow offers a wide variety of bridal jewellery options. The city is home to a number of jewellery stores that specialize in wedding jewellery, with collections that range from classic to contemporary. In this section, we’ll dive into the types of bridal jewellery you can find in Glasgow and how to choose pieces that will make your wedding day unforgettable.

Classic and Timeless Bridal Jewellery

For many brides, a classic and timeless look is the way to go. If you love the idea of traditional elegance, Glasgow has an array of jewellery stores offering stunning diamond-studded necklaces, vintage-inspired earrings, and intricate bracelets that never go out of style. Whether you prefer white gold, platinum, or silver, these precious metals are often paired with diamonds, pearls, and other gemstones to create pieces that exude sophistication and grace.

Modern and Unique Designs

On the other hand, some brides may seek something a little more modern and unique. Glasgow’s jewellery designers are incredibly creative, offering innovative designs that push the boundaries of traditional bridal jewellery. From statement necklaces with bold gemstones to art-deco-inspired earrings, there are countless pieces for brides who want to make a statement.

Additionally, many jewellery stores in Glasgow offer bespoke services, allowing you to work with a jeweller to design your perfect bridal jewellery. This personal touch ensures that your jewellery will be one-of-a-kind, reflecting your individuality and style. Whether you're after a custom-made engagement ring or a necklace that perfectly complements your dress, there’s no shortage of opportunities to get exactly what you envision.

Sustainable and Ethical Bridal Jewellery

In today’s world, many brides are increasingly concerned about the ethical implications of their jewellery purchases. If sustainability and ethics are important to you, Glasgow offers a variety of jewellers who prioritize eco-friendly and ethically sourced materials. Many jewellery stores in the city specialize in creating pieces with ethically mined diamonds, recycled metals, and conflict-free gemstones.

Choosing sustainable bridal jewellery doesn’t mean you have to compromise on beauty or quality. In fact, many sustainable pieces are just as stunning as their traditional counterparts, and they come with the added satisfaction of knowing that your wedding jewellery was made with care for both people and the planet.

How to Choose the Right Bridal Jewellery in Glasgow ?

Choosing the right bridal jewellery is a personal and sometimes overwhelming decision. There are several factors to consider, and the options in Glasgow are endless. Here are some helpful tips to guide you in selecting the perfect pieces for your wedding day:

1. Match Your Jewellery to Your Dress

Your bridal gown plays a significant role in determining the jewellery you should wear. If you have a simple, minimalist dress, you may want to choose statement jewellery to add some drama and sparkle. On the other hand, if your dress is heavily embellished or features intricate detailing, it may be best to opt for more delicate, understated jewellery that won’t compete with your gown.

2. Consider Your Bridal Style

Your overall bridal style should influence your jewellery choices. If you're going for a classic look, diamonds, pearls, and simple gold or platinum settings will work beautifully. If you're after a boho-chic vibe, consider layering necklaces, stacking rings, and adding some unconventional gemstone colours. For a modern, edgy style, you can experiment with bold shapes, mixed metals, and alternative gemstones.

3. Think About Your Hairstyle

Your hairstyle can also affect the type of jewellery that will suit you best. If you’re wearing your hair up in an elegant updo, consider wearing drop earrings or a delicate tiara that will complement your hairstyle. For a loose, flowing hairstyle, you might want to opt for smaller, simpler earrings to avoid overwhelming your look.

4. Set a Budget

Bridal jewellery comes in a wide range of prices, from affordable pieces to high-end designer creations. Setting a budget is crucial to narrowing down your options and ensuring that you don’t overspend. Luckily, Glasgow offers bridal jewellery at various price points, so you’re sure to find beautiful pieces that fit your budget.

Conclusion – Make Your Wedding Day Shine with Bridal Jewellery Glasgow

Your wedding day is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and the jewellery you wear should be as special as the occasion itself. Whether you're drawn to classic elegance, modern flair, or eco-conscious designs, Glasgow offers an abundance of options for bridal jewellery that will make you feel beautiful, confident, and radiant on your big day.

By choosing pieces that reflect your personality and complement your wedding attire, you can create a look that is truly your own. So, take your time, explore the many jewellery stores in Glasgow, and find the perfect bridal jewellery that will make your wedding day shine.

If you’re ready to find the perfect bridal jewellery, let My Wedding Quote help! We connect you to top-rated bridal jewellery specialists in Glasgow and beyond. Visit us today and start planning the perfect jewellery to complete your bridal look!

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What Are Lab-Grown Diamonds? A Comprehensive Guide

Lab-grown diamonds, also known as synthetic or cultured diamonds, are gemstones created in controlled environments using advanced technological processes. These diamonds are chemically, physically, and optically identical to natural diamonds but differ in origin and often in price.

How Lab-Grown Diamonds Are Made

Lab-grown diamonds are produced using two primary methods:

High-Pressure High-Temperature (HPHT)

A small diamond seed is placed in carbon and subjected to extreme pressure (over 1.5 million psi) and high temperatures (up to 2,600°F or 1,427°C).

The carbon melts around the seed, crystallizing to form a diamond.

This method closely mimics the natural diamond formation process in the Earth's mantle.

Chemical Vapor Deposition (CVD)

A diamond seed is placed in a chamber filled with carbon-rich gas (like methane).

The chamber is heated to about 800°C (1,472°F), causing the gas to break down and carbon atoms to deposit onto the seed, forming a diamond layer by layer.

CVD diamonds often undergo post-growth treatments to enhance clarity or color.

Properties of Lab-Grown Diamonds

Lab-grown diamonds share the same:

Chemical Composition: Pure carbon arranged in a crystalline structure.

Hardness: 10 on the Mohs scale, making them equally durable.

Optical Properties: They exhibit the same brilliance, fire, and scintillation.

Certification: Lab-grown diamonds can be graded by reputable organizations like GIA or IGI.

How Lab-Grown Diamonds Differ from Natural Diamonds

Origin:

Natural diamonds are mined from the Earth and take billions of years to form.

Lab-grown diamonds are produced in weeks or months.

Price:

Lab-grown diamonds are typically 30-50% less expensive than natural diamonds due to lower production and supply chain costs.

Environmental Impact:

Lab-grown diamonds are considered more sustainable as they don't require mining, which can have significant environmental and social implications.

Inclusions:

Both types may have inclusions, but lab-grown diamonds sometimes show unique patterns (like metallic inclusions from the HPHT process) detectable with specialized equipment.

Lab-Grown Diamonds: A Luxurious Choice in Glasgow

For those seeking Luxury diamonds Glasgow, lab-grown diamonds offer a modern and ethical alternative without compromising on quality or aesthetics. Perfect for engagement rings or fine jewelry, they cater to a discerning clientele who value both sustainability and affordability.

Lab-grown diamonds have revolutionized the diamond industry, combining cutting-edge technology with timeless beauty, making them an excellent choice for today’s luxury market.

Visit here:  https://maps.app.goo.gl/3GzrMvdps37uLmx99 

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Add:1 Merrylee Rd, Glasgow G43 2SH

Contact Number:

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Read More: Crafting Elegance: A Guide to Bespoke Jewellery in Glasgow

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The Ringmaker Edinburgh

Visit our fabulous design studios in Edinburgh and Glasgow for a complimentary design consultation or to browse our beautiful in-house collection. We recommend making an appointment but we are more than happy to welcome impromptu visitors too! We are wheelchair accessible and pet friendly so furry friends are welcome! Simply call or email to book a consultation or for a chat with one of our designers – we look forward to your visit! We specialise in designing and hand-making engagement, wedding, eternity and dress rings as well as pendants, earrings, brooches, cufflinks and bangles using precious metals and the finest diamonds and coloured gemstones.

Website:

Address : 

46 Dundas Street, New Town, Edinburgh, EH3 6JN

Phone Number:

0131 558 8800

Business Hours:

Monday 10:00 am – 6:00 pm

Tuesday Closed

Wed - Sat 10:00 am – 6:00 pm

Sunday Closed

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Diamond Rings in Hatton Garden

Diamonds are available in white, blue, green, yellow, black, pink colours. You can go for different diamond colours in your ring to make it exclusive piece of accessory. So we put forward a unique range of diamond jewellery ideal for both men and women of all age groups. Based in London, we keep an eagle’s eye on the quality of diamonds. Feel free to get in touch if you need help at any time | For more information about our Diamond Rings in Hatton Garden Online range visit :- http://www.thehattongarden.com/retailer-category/diamond-rings/ OR Email Us at :-Contact@thehattongarden.com

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This gorgeous diamond ring designed and handcrafted by Margaret A King is available from her jewellery shops in Glasgow and Edinburgh.

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Best Jewellery Directory Site in United Kingdom

If you're looking to find the best jewellers in the UK, these websites stand out as the go-to destinations for discovering top-tier jewellery stores in their respective cities. Each platform is dedicated to connecting customers with the finest jewellers, offering everything from stunning engagement rings and luxury watches to bespoke designs and timeless accessories. Here's why each site is your best bet for finding the perfect jeweller in their city:

Belfast Jewellers (belfast-jehatwellers.co.uk) For those in Belfast, this website is a treasure trove of the city's finest jewellers. It showcases a variety of stores, each known for their expertise in crafting both contemporary and traditional pieces. Whether you're looking for a special occasion gift or an engagement ring, this is your go-to platform for discovering Belfast's top jewellers.

Cardiff Jewellers (cardiff-jewellers.co.uk) Cardiff's jewellery scene is diverse and rich in craftsmanship, and this website perfectly reflects that. Cardiff Jewellers connects you with the most reputable jewellers in the city, offering everything from custom pieces to ready-made collections. Whether you're after diamonds, gold, or platinum, this site helps you find the best jewellers Cardiff has to offer.

Glasgow Jewellers (glasgow-jewellers.co.uk) Glasgow Jewellers is the definitive guide for anyone in search of exceptional jewellery in Glasgow. This website showcases the city's best jewellers, renowned for their craftsmanship and stunning collections. From engagement rings to everyday luxury, this site helps you navigate Glasgow’s jewellery offerings with ease.

Manchester Jewellers (manchester-jewellers.co.uk) Manchester is home to some of the UK's most talented jewellers, and this website ensures you're connected with the very best. Whether you're seeking a bespoke design or shopping for timeless classics, Manchester Jewellers is your trusted source for finding the finest jewellery stores in the city.

Hatton Garden Jewellers (thehattongarden.com) Hatton Garden is synonymous with luxury jewellery in the UK, and this website is the ultimate resource for exploring the iconic district. Known for its diamonds and bespoke creations, Hatton Garden is home to some of the most respected jewellers in the world. This platform provides an insider’s guide to the top jewellery stores in the area, whether you're looking for an engagement ring or an investment piece.

Liverpool Jewellers (liverpool-jewellers.co.uk) Liverpool Jewellers showcases the city's top jewellers, making it easy to find everything from high-end jewellery to affordable luxury. Whether you’re shopping for a special gift or treating yourself, this website connects you with the finest jewellers in Liverpool, each known for their exceptional quality and service.

Leeds Jewellers (leeds-jewellers.co.uk) Leeds Jewellers is the go-to platform for discovering the best jewellers in the city. Whether you're looking for modern designs or timeless classics, this site offers access to a variety of jewellers known for their craftsmanship and exquisite collections. For anyone in Leeds seeking top-quality jewellery, this website is an essential resource.

These websites are dedicated to helping you find the best jewellers in their respective cities, offering a wide range of jewellery to suit any style or occasion. From diamonds and gold to bespoke designs, you're guaranteed to find something special at any of these highly recommended destinations.

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Get Charmed By The Intricate Patterns Of Flower Engagement Rings Studded With Brilliant Stones

Flowers were offered by lovers, suitors, and admirers in Victorian society to subtly convey words of love and affection. Floral engagement rings, aside from their unique and eye-catching appearance, have a similar connotation, making them an excellent alternative if you and the person you want to spend the rest of life with, are looking for an engagement ring that is not only laden with significance but also stands out from the crowd.

Cluster diamond rings, such as flower engagement rings, have become very popular in recent years. Flower engagement rings, as opposed to solitaire settings, employ a huge centre stone surrounded by multiple smaller diamonds placed in a flower-like arrangement. These rings have a distinct, traditional appeal that distinguishes them from other engagement rings. The cluster of lesser diamonds surrounding the core stone can also make the ring and its focal stone appear and feel larger than they actually are.

Flower engagement rings provide ample size without appearing unduly hefty due to the feminine form of the diamond cluster. Because of the multiple smaller stones set around the main stone, they frequently have a distinct, noticeable shine and a lot of presence, and because of their unusual design, flower engagements can stand out from the crowd and garner a lot of admiration.

There is a great variety of styles when it comes to flower engagement rings, with many based on the appearance of naturally occurring flowers. They usually have a central stone that is a round diamond or another round stone, as well as a collection of smaller round diamonds surrounding the centre stone. However, if you genuinely want a unique ring, you may want to consider a bespoke engagement ring - that is, a ring that was custom-made by a jewellery designer to suit your personality and style.

Because the centre diamond is nearly often the most expensive item on the engagement ring, flower engagement rings are typically significantly less expensive than diamond engagement rings of equal size. In actual fact, you will not receive a large stone, but the carat weight of the central diamond in a floral ring is significantly lower. Because flower engagement rings are made up of several tiny diamonds in a cluster, they can have a one-of-a-kind and eye-catching glitter. A cluster of several diamonds can lend dimension to the ring, making it really stand out, compared to others.

While flower engagement rings aren't as widespread as pavé, solitaire, and other more traditional settings, there are still many possibilities available, and one of the best options is to consult with a jewellery designer to discuss your ideas.

Because flower settings have multiple tiny diamonds surrounding a centre stone, it is critical to opt for a setting of high quality. A truly beautiful flower engagement ring should contain tiny diamonds set inside the ring in symmetrical, yet consistent arrangement.

Flower engagement rings are an excellent alternative if you want something stylish, beautiful, big and timeless without the expensive cost of a larger diamond. However, keep in mind that the standard diamond grading guidelines still apply to the centre stone, even if you opt for a flower engagement ring. When comparing diamonds, you should consider the shape, cut, clarity, and colour of the stone.

There are some great jewellery stores in Scotland where you can purchase or commission a floral engagement ring handcrafted by a professional jeweller. Consider the Floral Brilliant Cut Cluster Engagement ring, which is available in Platinum, 18ct Gold, and 18ct Rose Gold. It has a cluster of lesser diamonds surrounding the centre stone and may be personalised with your choice of centre gemstone or diamond.

Some jewellers specialise in bespoke floral engagement rings and are known for providing excellent customer service, so you can purchase with complete assurance knowing that you are receiving value for your money. These jewellers provide the best quality setting and gemstone for your investment, and buying a unique, hand-crafted ring, also means that there is no similar one available and that yours is a one-of-a-kind ring.

About us

For more than a decade, Bejouled has bedazzled customers with its exclusive jewellery selection. With their flagship boutique situated in Glasgow's iconic Shawlands area, Bejouled is Scotland's leading destination when it comes to bespoke engagement and wedding rings. The brand was established in 2010 by founder Darren White, who boasts over 25 years of industry experience in both manufacturing and jewellery diamond design. He has also worked with some of the most respected jewellers in the entire UK and Ireland. When looking for the perfect piece of jewellery, there certainly is nothing more personal than a fully bespoke service. For Bejouled, bespoke means custom-made for a particular person, tailored to their exact specification. Bejouled proudly offers a completely unique design service which allows them to give customers exactly what they are looking for. You can find out more by visiting their website at https://www.bejouled.co.uk/.

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Few days late, but... The love of my life said Yes! 💍❤️❤️💃 #engaged #ring #diamond #happy #excited #love #lovewins #marriage #gaymarriage #gay #instagay #glasgow #scotland #iphone8

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tag game, tagged by @irisseireth 

five movies/shows (only five? and combined? this is illegal) (so 2 series, 2 movies, 1 documentary)

12 Monkeys (2015 - 2018)

The Musketeers (2014 - 2015)

Beginners (Mike Mills, 2010)

The Souvenir (Joanna Hogg, 2019)

Varda par Agnès (Agnès Varda, 2019)

four songs

Savages - Marina & the diamonds

Sail Away - The Rasmus

On my own - Jorge Salán

Glasgow Kiss - John Petrucci

three essentials (excluding food, water, phone)

Headphones

Sunglasses

mini sewing kit

two books

The d’Artagnan Romances - Alexandre Dumas

The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet - Becky Chambers

one quote

“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens,'said Gimli. 'Maybe,'said Elrond,'but let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” JRR Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring.

tagging: @silverssarcasm, @privateerstudies, @donnaimmaculata, @animanightmate, @sternenblumen,  @cosetty (no pressure!)

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Cause Somewhere in the Crowd (There's You) (Diamond Chaney) - Plegdoctor

A/N: Not much to say for this one really, just a short Diamond Chaney girlband au based off Super Trouper by ABBA. Enjoy!

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The other girls were more excited than she was, unpacking the van and chatting animatedly while all Lawrence could do was stare around. The building in front of her was imposing in more ways than one – physically huge, towering over her and casting a shadow on the otherwise sunny day, but also mentally imposing. Lawrence can still remember walking into it when she was a small girl in primary school, brown hair in neat plaits and eyes as wide as saucers as she hung onto her best friend’s hand and gaped.

Now she’s standing in front of it, brown hair dyed a vibrant purple and thrown into a ponytail at the top of her head, her eyes wide as saucers, and her hand empty.

It had all gone a bit too far really, starting with Bimini slamming their fists on the table in year 12 and excitedly suggesting they start a girlband (“Well, three girls and me innit”) and Lawrence can’t trace her finger along what happened next to lead her to standing in Glasgow, a sinking feeling in her stomach as she realises what she’s doing there.

“You alright babe?” Lawrence turns to look down on Bimini, standing next to her with a concerned frown on their face. “Excited to be back in your hometown?”

Lawrence forces a laugh, a fake smile slipping onto her face in an action that more natural than she would care to admit. “Loving it Bim.”

Bimini grins. “Good. Just think, it’ll be like facing 20,000 of your friends.”

Lawrence’s snort is genuine at Bimini’s words, her eyes rolling fondly at the never-ending optimism of her tiny friend. “I don’t think there’s quite that many seats, babes.”

Self-proclaimed monarch of the PMA, Bimini simply shrugs and pivots to run towards Tayce who is three seconds away from dropping the crate full of water on her foot. Lawrence watches the scenes with a hint of amusement, the weighted feeling in her stomach settling. Her mind goes back to Bimini’s words, the thought of facing 20,000 of your friends. There’s only one friend that Lawrence wants to face when she’s on stage tonight – and that friend is currently on the other side of Scotland in her hairdressing salon.

The thought weighs on her mind until it’s pressing against her cranium and cracking her skull by the time she’s thrown herself across the hotel bed and sighed for approximately the 50 millionth time.

Lawrence loves what she does. She does. She loves her friends, Bimini, Tayce, and A’whora. She loves the process of writing new songs, long hours locked in the studio throwing harmonies and lyrics around until it just sounds like pure gibberish. She (secretly) loves learning the choreography that Tayce insists they must do, repeating the wee steps until her body finally moves in the right way and Tayce enthusiastically high fives her. She loves getting into costume and makeup, the process transforming her from Lawrence Chaney who got picked on in school into international popstar Lawrence Chaney who regularly performs on the biggest stages all around the world with her girlband.

They’ve worked hard for what they have too. Lawrence likes to tell people that becoming a household name is no overnight feat. From the day that Bimini first suggested it, to the joyful tears rolling down their faces as they came second on the X Factor, to their first single blowing up. They’ve worked hard every step of the way and been rewarded for it.

So why does Lawrence feel so ready to give it up? Part of the success that never ends is continuing to work, but for the past two months Lawrence has done nothing but eat, sleep, and sing. Her throat is raw and at moments she thinks she’s going crazy.

Her eyes catch her phone, dressed up in the delightfully tacky pink phone case that was a gift from Ellie for her last birthday. She picks it up and the screen flickers to life, displaying a picture of two girls with their heads close together and identical smiles.

Lawrence hasn’t spoken to her in far too long. Recently the whirlwind of life has swept her up to much for her to even think straight let alone have a conversation with a human being who is not also obsessively repeating lyrics under their breath.

“Hey.”

It’s a lonely word.

“Hey. It’s good to hear from you.”

Then Lawrence hears that voice, that accent that is so soft in her ear, and she could cry.

“I didn’t disturb you did I?”

“No hen, it’s fine, I only jumped so much at the ringing of my phone that I shaved some wee granny’s curls off but I’m sure she’ll forgive me.”

Ellie’s bored and matter of fact tone makes Lawrence burst out a laugh. “Poor Doreen, she’s really got to stop trusting you with those clippers.”

She can only imagine the way the corner’s of Ellie’s mouth might turn up at her teasing. “How is the salon anyway?”

“It’s in good hands. But babe, forget the salon, how’s your tour going?”

Even Ellie, the girl who knows her better than anyone else in the world, is excited for Lawrence and that only breaks her heart more. She grins ruefully, despite the knowledge that Ellie can’t see her.

“Honestly? I’ve been wishing that every show was the last show.”

Ellie’s little high-pitched noise of protest comes from her throat, her mouth undoubtedly in a little O shape with her eyebrows sliding upwards. “But you’ve only just got to Glasgow! You wouldn’t want to miss that!”

“Do you remember that trip to the theatre in primary school?”

A beat of silence at the other end of the line. “Of course I do. The one where I almost threw up on the bus because you fed me too many sweets?”

Lawrence chuckles. “Aye. Love how that’s the thing you remember about it.”

Miles away, Ellie shrugs cheekily. “I never forget friend abuse.”

“You’re such a wee cow, you know that right?”

“All part of my charm.”

“Anyway, being here is just making me realise how much I miss home. Tour is great Els, but I miss everything. I miss you.”

Ellie laughs. Lawrence shoots up in the hotel bed in outrage. “I just poured my heart out to you and you laugh at me?”

“First of all, not sure saying you miss me is pouring your heart out.”

She’s glad she chose to do this alone in the room and not anywhere near the other girls. She can’t begin to imagine the way that A’whora would pounce on her flushed face.

“Second of all, I wasn’t going to tell you this but I have a surprise for you. Listen.”

Ellie switches the phone to speakerphone and holds it away from her ear. In contrast, Lawrence presses her ear against the screen harder, knuckles white as she grips the pink case.

At first she can’t hear anything, just the faint murmuring of people talking in the background. She strains to listen for the sounds of hairdryers and flowing water. None of that comes and Lawrence lets out a huff of frustration.

“Ellie, explain to me exactly what the fuck I’m meant to be listening for?”

This train will depart at Glasgow.

Lawrence’s mouth dries completely.

“You’re coming to Glasgow?”

“No, just got on the train there for a bit of fun, I’m going straight back. Might not even get off the train it’s so comfy.”

“Get to fuck Els, I’m meant to be the funny one in this relationship.” Her mouth might be dry but her eyes aren’t, small jewels of tears welling up and threatening to spill over with every shaking word.

“I’m taking that title for now. I just need you to be the famous one in this relationship. You can do that, can’t you?”

“Ellie, for you I would do this entire tour all over again.”

Closer to her than she realises, Ellie smiles. “Good. See you on stage.”

“I’ll be thinking about you only.”

The call ends with a smile on Lawrence’s lips and a single tear sliding down her cheek. Suddenly she feels alright. And it’s gonna be so different when she’s on the stage tonight.

--

“Alright slags! Lawrence’s hometown so we’re gonna rock it just as hard as we always do. Hands in and United Kingdolls on three! One, two, three, United Kingdolls!” All four of them cheer, hoisting their hands in the air.

Their little preshow chanting may seem silly to other people but they’ve always done it. Even when it was only them singing covers with Ellie doing their hair and makeup, and A’whora ripping through charity shops to find decent costumes. It feels only fitting that they still do it now when they’re singing their own songs in professionally made costumes and makeup done by a professional artist.

Lawrence still keeps the style of her hair the same though. It’s changed colours a few times over the years, but it’s always in the same curls that Ellie brushed through minutes before the sixth form talent show.

Lawrence inhales as the music starts. The beat is steady and familiar, but tonight it feels so much more electric. She knows that the minute she’s on that stage she’s going to get blinded by that one beam of stage light that always finds it’s way to her eye, but she won’t feel blue like she always does.

When she gets on stage her eyes roam the massive crowd until she sees, in the very middle of a group of screaming girls, a head of baby pink hair. The sight of her proves to Lawrence that she’s still alive, and Lawrence uses that spark of energy to throw everything into her performance. She hits every note perfectly, her body moving in perfect harmony to the choreography that she usually fucks up at least once.

There’s a massive smile on her painted lips and she hopes that Ellie can read the smile, know that because of her, Lawrence is having fun on stage for the first time in months. There’s four of them in the band, but tonight Lawrence feels like a number one. The lights do not blind her but find her instead, shining like the sun.

They finish the first song with a flourish and Lawrence ignores the hundreds of screams to find Ellie’s. They still have the rest of the show, but Lawrence knows that they’re going to get through it and give Glasgow the best concert they’ve seen in years. Then she can stumble off stage and go from popstar Lawrence to Ellie’s Lawrence, falling into her arms and holding her tight. It’s gonna mean so much more tonight.

Because, somewhere in the crowd, there’s Ellie.