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The Seal's Lament

First day of Mythtalia March!

So, I combined two different mythlogies, firstly I got the idea of a Selkie and put it into Alexandros' Papadiamadis story, the seal's lament.

It's VERY good, also short so if you wanna check it out, I think there's an english translation somewhere.

Main pairing: Germany/Italy, HRE/Italy

TW: Implied Abuse, and CHILD DEATH. It's not described. Slight descriptions of a corpse. YOU ARE WARNED.

Mythtalia March is by @hwsevents

On an island, the name of it unknown, though it lies in the middle of the Aegean Sea, during an era of poverty and illness, there was a child, long ago, his name was Ludwig Beilschmidt.

His family was not too poor, at least not anymore. They used to buy food for ten people, and they barely had enough left to survive. But after the sickness that plagued his home a few years ago, they never had to think about food again.

He used to have a myriad of siblings. Now only Gilbert remained.

Whenever he wanted to think alone, he would go and walk along the rocky beach of his island, which was called Kochyle, and gaze upon the sea. His brother would herd the goats and play the flute all the while, and his grandfather would wash the clothes in the salty water, only to clean them again in the small stream nearby their house.

Ludwig was a silent child; he didn’t have many friends and he preferred to play alone. If he even wanted to. Most likely he could be found helping his grandfather with his tasks, even if he didn’t hear a single word of thanks from him.

Sometimes, during his walks, he would sit down and listen to the crash of the sea waves and focus on the repetitive calming motion. One time, he decided to take a walk during the night, seeing that Gilbert and his grandfather wouldn’t stop yelling at each other.

That warm summer night, the sea was still like olive oil, and when he sat down nearby a small cave, there was complete silence for a bit. The moon was full that night, but the stars seemed to shine just as bright as if there was complete darkness. Then, he heard a sound in the distance.

It was otherworldly, and beautiful. High pitched, like the yell of seals and melodic like the movement of the fish. Ludwig was immobile, entranced by the sweet melody.

Then, more voices, and more and more, until an entire orchestra of alien melodies sang at the empty beach. The voices got louder and louder, until at the crescendo of the giant melody, there was silence again.

Ludwig sat still, afraid and hypnotized.

A seal burst through the sea. Then another and another, until around thirty or forty seals laid against the surface. Ludwig hid behind a large rock and put a hand over his mouth. He then sneaked a peek at the seal gathering.

They weren’t seals anymore. They had shed or were shedding their skins and were now human. They laughed with each other in a strange language, akin to gurgles and pulled more and more people out of sealskins.

Ludwig’s eye fell upon a younger seal, and its father, or grandfather, trying to say something to it. It yelled out a few times, and the grandfather said something again.

Then the seal started taking off its skin, taking on the form of a human. He was the same age as Ludwig, only thinner, and with curly brown-red hair. He took his grandfather’s hand and went inside the cave.

Ludwig stared at the procedures, and then listened to the yells and the dances of the seals within the cave.

He was too tired to move anymore, and he was exhausted. He closed his eyes, and he fell asleep on the tiny rocks of the beach.

The sun was warming him, Ludwig thought as he woke up the next day. He grumbled and tried to push himself upwards. The rocks made his back hurt, and he hissed as his spine ached.

Then, he realized something fell off him. Something like a blanket. He was confused, so Ludwig looked at the fallen sheet of linen or wool. But it wasn’t linen or wool.

It was sealskin.

Ludwig stared at it for a moment. He opened his mouth to make something like a scream, but then something made a sound of surprise. Ludwig looked upwards and saw the boy from last night. He was wearing just a cloth, had tan skin and deep brown eyes. He seemed as if he had been in the sea just a second ago, droplets dripping down his hair and nose.

Ludwig didn’t say anything. Neither did the boy.

Then the boy said something in the tongue that seals spoke. Ludwig didn’t understand a word. The boy’s eyebrows furrowed.

“H-hi” he managed to wretch out of his mouth.

Ludwig was stunned. “Hello” he returned.

They stared at each other for a while. Then, the boy pointed at himself and made a strange sound out of his mouth. He must have seen Ludwig’s confusion, because he laughed. It was loud, but Ludwig found it endearing.

Then he made the sounds again, but with a syllabic form. “Fe-li-ci-a-no"

Ludwig tried to pronounce that, but he could only pronounce Feli right.

“My... apologies.” Ludwig said. “I cannot pronounce your name...”

Feli looked blankly at Ludwig.

He sighed and got entirely out of the sealskin. It lay on the ground, dry and brown. Ludwig put his hand of his heart. Then he pronounced, slowly and deliberately.

“Lud-wi-g. Ludwig” Feli tried to play the sound in his own mouth. He giggled. Then, he managed to say “Ludwy. Uwig? Luddy?”

Ludwig thought for a moment and nodded. “Luddy. Yes.”

Feliciano said ‘Luddy’ again and again and laughed. Then he spoke in his tongue for a moment.

Ludwig didn’t understand a word. Then Feli stopped and stood up. Head obviously deep in thought. His eyes were shut, and his mouth was in a pout.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and smiled widely. He touched Ludwig’s hand and then pointed at him. Then he ran away from Ludwig, and he was left to understand what this naive boy meant.

He stood up and then walked towards Feli. He walked backwards, a bright smile on his face. Ludwig understood what he wanted to play, but he didn’t have time... his grandfather would search for him... well, at least Gilbert would.

He frowned. After a lot of thought, and a lot of Feli watching him carefully, he made a decision.

He sat down and slowly took off his shoes. Then, he ran towards Feli, first slowly, and then quicker and quicker, hand outstretched to catch him. Feli ran away, quick as a bird. The two children played tag for hours on end, sitting under the bright sun, or splashing into the water.

It was summer after all.

Ludwig was laughing so much; he hadn’t realized the sound came from him. Feli was also smiling, eyes shut. They were sitting on the rock, where Feli’s sealskin lay. Ludwig was sitting beside him, looking at his features.

Feli looked back, and Ludwig blushed, strongly. Feli didn’t seem aware of it though. He looked back at the sun, which was by now harshly illuminating their surroundings.

The sounds of crickets was loud and endless.

“Ludwig!!” There was a yell. Feliciano looked back at Ludwig; confusion obvious.

“Ludwig where are you?!!” It was Gilbert, his brother. For some reason, he didn’t want him to know about Feli, so he pushed himself off the rock and took with him the sealskin. Feli yelped and chased him.

He said something, but Ludwig shushed him and threw the sealskin inside the sea. Feli looked back at the waves and Ludwig. He suddenly hugged him, and jumped inside the waves, taking with him the sealskin.

A moment later, a seal tore through the waves, jumping back inside the endless sea.

“Ludwig!! Where were you, you little shit!? You made me so fucking worried!! God, what even are you doing here?” Gilbert’s tall lanky form appeared beside Ludwig. His hair was bright, and he wore long sleeves and pants.

He shouldn’t have come to the beach at this time, it was too bright. He would get badly sunburnt at home. “I was here last night, and I fell asleep”

“Why were you sleeping fucking here? You could get a cold, and then I’d never hear the end of it from grandfather. My awesome self wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen to you hm?”

Ludwig let him monologue as they walked home.

“Anyway, how did you sleep for so long? It’s already noon, I’ve never seen you sleep for more than an hour after seven.”

“I was tired” was all he said.

In the house, their grandfather stared at Ludwig with empty eyes. He didn’t ask anything, not where he was, not what he did.

He just looked at him and asked him to mop the floors while he went to sleep.

The next night, Gilbert and his grandfather were fighting again. Ludwig sighed and got out of his bed, as the screams woke him up. Looking opposite his bed, where Gilbert normally slept, he could see disturbed sheets, but the bed itself was empty.

Ludwig walked down the now empty hallway, filled with pictures of the dead. He walked down the stairs and the yelling got louder and louder. He heard something break against the floor.

Both Gilbert and his grandfather started screaming more and more, about money, about leaving, or about selling some objects. His grandfather screamed at Gilbert and Ludwig heard a loud crack, skin falling on skin, and then silence.

He slept alone that night.

The next day Ludwig was once again taking a stroll on Kochyle. He was at the cave where he met Feli before and waited for something. Maybe he waited for Feli again, or maybe he just wanted to be away from Gilbert and his unexplained bruised eye.

So, he gazed at the sea. And he waited first for a few minutes, then for a few hours. There wasn’t anyone else to go to, not Gilbert especially, and he most certainly didn’t want to be at home. He didn’t think his grandfather wanted him anyways.

The sun was at its height, and Ludwig decided to swim for a bit to cool down. He took off his shirt and short pants and walked inside the cold sea. He swam for a bit and allowed himself to venture deeper and deeper.

A cold stream flowed beneath his feet, not strong enough to pull him, but enough to need to hold back.

Then, he felt something brush against his feet. He yelped and immediately swam quickly towards the shore, panicking and flailing his hands and feet. Beside him, there was a brown shape, emerging and submerging itself.

Ludwig panicked even more, swimming in panic before the brown shape shot up from the waves and revealed itself as a small seal. It made a few sounds, and Ludwig started to calm down. He stopped moving when his feet touched the sea ground, and he was very close to dry land.

His head was just above the ground, before the seal jumped in front of him, and dove under the sea.

Seconds pass, and Ludwig searches for Feli? in confusion. Suddenly, he hears a soft, thin voice, speaking words in a language akin to the waves that break upon the cliffs of his island.

He turns around, and Feli, holding his sealskin, and smiling sweetly and widely. Ludwig also had a timid smile on his face. The two children got out of the water and sat down on the rock on which they first met.

They looked at each other, and Feli lay down on the rock, he looked tired and ready to take a nap. Ludwig furrowed his brows and turned his head. Feli laughed and pushed Ludwig down, making him lie under the warm sun.

Feli said “Luddy” and then made a face that looked exaggeratedly tired. Ludwig shook his head, but Feli nodded much more strongly. Ludwig sighed, but before he could lie down again, Feli beamed and jumped down.

He took his sealskin and made Ludwig jump down. He then laid it down onto the flat rock and jumped upon it, making himself comfortable and patting a space beside him. Ludwig was panicked and wide eyed. His cheeks reddened a bit.

But Feli insisted, so he timidly lied as far as possible from him, while still sitting on top of his sealskin. Literal seconds later, Feli started snoring and Ludwig looked t him in disbelief. Could he possibly be already asleep?

He snored again. Ludwig chuckled lightly and turned to nap too. A few minutes later, he also fell asleep.

When Feliciano woke up, it was already night. He had been tired from traveling to the shores from his home, but he wanted to see Luddy again! He looked beside him and saw the pale boy that napped on his sealskin.

He smiled, Luddy seemed like he didn’t want to sleep at all, but he is sleeping for more time than him. How funny!

But then came another voice from a distance. “Ludwig! Ludwig!” It was the person who got him last day too, the one Luddy didn’t want him to see.

So, Feliciano shook Luddy awake, and his groggy expression made him feel funny in his stomach. But he pulled on his sealskin, and Luddy looked very confused, and Feliciano jumped in the water of the sea and hid.

“Ludwig!! Ludwig!!!”

Luddy woke up completely, looking behind him. The older boy that appeared was pale. Much, much paler than Luddy, and he had white hair and crimson eyes. Feliciano’s mouth gaped.

The man was obviously Luddy’s brother, he had the same eyebrows and eye shape. But... but...

His brother was a ghost!!!

He knew land dwellers were strange, but this is over the top! Oh, how excited will his brother and grandpa be when they hear of this!

Before he left though, he heard what the two siblings had to say. He didn’t catch much, but he did hear one name. Alaric, and words that repeated, something like grandfather in his tongue.

Ludwig waited for Feli the next day too, and he came. And the next day, and the day after that, and just like that July passed without him noticing. Usually, every day and week passes slowly, dreadfully, without much reason for fun or celebration.

The only irregular things were done by Gilbert, when he went to the village with his friends, or when he fought with grandfather, although that is starting to become regular too. Feli was wonderful to spend time with, the little beach at Kochyle was like an island of solitude where they could do whatever they wanted.

And, sometimes, Ludwig forgot all about his grandfather and Gilbert and the graveyard with his family, so he laughed with Feli as they explored the cave, he laughed as they built sandcastles, and he smiled as he tried to teach Feli his language.

“Ocean”

“Oken”

“O-ce-an"

“O-ke-an"

“Not Okean, Ocean!” He smiled as he said so.

“Ocean!” Feli said eventually. Ludwig nodded, obviously proud with Feli, and himself a bit if he’s being honest.

Feli sat back, he had moved his face close to Ludwig’s and he was blushing a bit. They both turned and gazed at the sea. The waves were calm that day, the sun bright. The seagulls cried out and the two boys sat on the wet rocks, so as to not get scorched by the sun.

Then Feli turned, and Ludwig felt him looking at him. His sealskin was lain bare upon a rock behind them. Ludwig knew so, because he worried that someone would come and steal it.

Ludwig continued holding his head forward, although he knew that Feli was starting to lean in. He knew what was coming, he wanted it to happen, so why did he close his eyes as his cheeks burned bright, bright red?

Oh, he didn’t know. He was only ten, after all.

Feli kissed him slightly on his cheek. And Feli immediately pulled back, as if ridden by shame. Ludwig opened one eye and checked beside him. Feli was red too, only his eyes were wide open with panic.

Ludwig swallowed his fear, because that’s what boys do, or so had Gilbert said once, and kissed Feli on his cheek too, completely red in the face. Feli looked back. He smiled. He rested his head on Ludwig’s shoulder.

The two kids stayed like that for a few minutes as the sun set. Before he left, Feli gave Ludwig a seashell, colorful and bright.

He left a few moments before Gilbert arrived to take him back to the house

It was almost night when Alaric, a miserable poor old man, went down onto the beach to wash his clothes, and to sweeten them into the small stream that wept from a nearby stone.

He was traveling slowly, silently, singing an oh so old lament for his long dead children, his long dead grandchildren. The setting rays of the sun, setting into a mountain nearby, shone the tombstones, white, pure, dead.

He remembered everyone that was in his life. They all left, too soon, Charon the insatiable had taken them, he had sowed them.

The old man took right, where he usually went to wash the clothing. Along the road also lay the graveyard, where a flutist, one of the two grandsons of Alaric who were left, Gilbert, was herding his sheep and playing his flute.

In the graveyard. The joyful flute song put a pause on the old man’s lament. On that side of the island, only these two rested. Alaric had a fight with Gilbert about him leaving a few days before. He only stayed because of his brother.

How idiotic, wanting to leave his grandfather alone, getting older by the day.

A small brown seal also swam at the rocky beach of Kochyle, waiting for something. Or someone.

Ludwig was trying to go to the beach all day, but his grandfather wanted him to clean the house, as he was not that focused for the last month, as if something was distracting him. So, Ludwig was only now leaving, during the setting sun.

He had gone sometimes during the night to Kochyle, but with his grandfather he had t be careful. So, when he got to the graveyard and he found Gilbert playing his flute, he took a turn to the right.

“Where are you going?” Gilbert suddenly asked.

Ludwig stopped, “To the beach” he said.

“Why?”

“To help grandfather.” He thought of something. Gilbert knew something was going on with Ludwig and another person at the beach. Sometimes he thought he caught a glimpse of someone, before revealing itself to be a simple seal.

“Ha! As if I believe you, my brother. But go then, I suppose.” What’s the harm, he had thought. What’s the harm?

Before Ludwig left completely, Gilbert thought to himself that he would stay with Ludwig, no matter what. He would never leave him alone with Alaric.

The boy found a path, leading downwards. He followed it and the trees’ shadows looked as if they were trying to hinder him. The birds had stopped singing, and the cicadas had yet to start. It was silent, silent twilight.

The boy continued downwards, his foot got caught in a bush and he tumbled downwards. He got hurt. He stood up again, a scrape on his knee and blood on the ground. He looked around in the almost dark and realized that there was nowhere to go.

His heart started thundering inside his chest, he ran upwards, because he could hear the waves, but he knew he was too upwards to be on a beach. He found himself at the edge of a rock, sticking out.

The sky was black, the moon didn’t appear, and the stars were hidden from the clouds, as if they didn’t want to see.

He turned backwards.

He didn’t hear the crack immediately.

The sound of the flute made it, so his short scream wasn’t heard.

What-

Ludwig drowned.

The flutist was too far up to see the rock, but he turned to the sound, not realizing immediately that something could have happened.

As it was already night, old man Alaric had done the immeasurable path upwards, but he only heard the splash of a rock and thought to himself, that Gilbert not only disturbed the dead with his flute, but he also threw rocks into the sea for fun!

How shameful!

And he continued on his way. And Gilbert continued looking for his brother in the brambles, and the sailing ship continued sailing and the seal smelt something strange.

The seal was still waiting for someone, so he was swimming, and he smelt blood.

The seal was goodhearted, so it went towards the scent to find out what happened. The seal saw a small, dead, pale body.

It screamed.

It curled itself around the body, it pulled it upwards towards the surface, so it could perhaps breathe, all the while making desperate sounds, that any animal stayed away from, not from fear, no.

From pity.

The seal pulled the body out to the shore of Kochyle, and it shed its skin and turned into a young boy ten years of age.

The young boy took the body into its arms, he stared into its glossy eyes, its seaweed ridden hair, and he wept. He screamed, he cried, he shed tears for him.

He sang a song of desperation, of death, of grieving, a song so horrible and terrible that anyone hearing it would want to stop being.

The seal sang, the seal grieved, the seal screeched, the seal wept.

The seal lamented.

The Seal’s Lament, which was translated into human speech by an old fisherman, knowledgeable into the watery tongue of the seals, said approximately this:

This boy was named Ludwig

The grandson of old man Alaric.

Seaweeds make up his death crown,

Seashells are his dowry...

And the old man still mourns

His age-old dead children.

As if the sufferings of this world

Would even ever end...

There's also on AO3 fic for it, if you prefer it there:

I hope you enjoyed, I tried to make the romance between Lud and Feli as pure as possible, so at the end the gut punch is even stronger

#Mythtalia March #Mythtalia March 2024 #fic #hetalia #aph hetalia #aph germany #aph gerita #aph italy #aph germania #aph prussia #fandom #fanfiction

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ames-fanfics117 · 10 months ago

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Hetalia Characters as Older Brothers

//I just kinda... picked my favs? I'm on a bit of a Hetalia revamp, revisiting my phase from three or four years ago lol. Also, just a warning, the fonts and colors switch up for every character and some of the colors/fonts may not be friendly to some people's eyes.

America

Honestly? Alfred seems like the type to try his damndest to be the cool, fun big brother to any younger siblings he might have. I mean, he was alone for most of his 'childhood' because Arthur didn't pay attention to him and when Arthur was paying attention to him, it was always to impose new rules and taxes and other such things. And he doesn't want to be like that with his sibling, so he definitely pays a lot of attention to his sibling (well... except for Mattie, but still) and try to do things that they like to do, let them do what they want, etc. It's cool, but it probably feels a bit desperate, like he's trying to relive his childhood through them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

England

Arthur's never really been a good sibling/parent/whatever the hell he was to Alfred. He's strict on manners and always wants his family to represent the best parts of himself/themself but also doesn't want to have to baby someone in order to raise them. He can be distant and arrogant, spending lots of time away from his sibling and making underhanded comments when he's with them. Now, if he truly cares about his sibling, he's a silent doter. He may leave new tea blends in his sibling's cabinet or new books he thinks they might like in their bookshelves. Perhaps he 'accidentally' leaves cozy sweaters and blankets at their house and conveniently 'forgets' to come and get them back. He'll also try to cook for them and then leave the cooking in their pantry or fridge, but at this point everyone knows not to eat his cooking, so... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Japan

Since Kiku's so reserved, he's kind of like Arthur in the fact that saying he loves his sibling verbally might actually cause him to have an aneurysm. He does love, or at least admire, his sibling to some extent and shows it in slightly opening up more to his sibling and doing acts of service. He might cook food for them if he notices that they can't cook or are in a mindset where cooking is too much. He might clean little parts of their house every time he's over until the entire house is spotless. He might gift them little trinkets that he notices that they like. Maybe he stocks up on their favorite snacks and drinks. He's a very observatory country and notices those types of things. And while he won't say it outright, his actions show that he loves you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Italy

I mean come on, we all knew how I was gonna start this... He's a clingy younger brother, that much we know. But... he's also a clingy older brother. He clings to his younger sibling, like, 24/7, always wanting to do everything with them. He doesn't like being alone. He was locked in a closet a lot when he was living with Austria and... while he had Hungary and HRE, he was still alone most of the time. It left scars on the way Feliciano acts in relationships with others, platonic or not. He clings and does a lot of acts of service and is constantly proclaiming his love for the ones close to him. He can clean and he can cook and he does those for his sibling almost every day. Pasta is a commonplace in the household, as is the sight of Feli in a pink apron with a rag tied around his head to hold his hair back with a broom in hand, cleaning the floors. All in all, he's a really good big brother, once you look past the clinginess.

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Germany

Strict. Ludwig is strict by nature. Though, if he has a younger sibling who is younger than him by a lot, he might be a bit more lenient. Still strict, though. Still makes his sibling get up and five am to go training with him and makes sure his sibling is getting the best education. Even though he seems overly strict and like he doesn't care, he just wants the best for his sibling (and for them to not turn out like Prussia). He's also a bit overprotective, though he tries to be subtle about it... and fails. If his sibling is going out by themself? No, they're not. They may think they are, but he either has someone following them or he's following them and playing it off like he was going somewhere nearby. He screens all their friends and coworkers to make sure they're safe for his sibling to be around and never brings it up, getting coworkers fired and pushing away friends who he thinks might be a bad influence on his sibling.

#aph hetalia #hetalia #hetalia america #hetalia england #hetalia headcanons #hetalia germany #hetalia italy #hetalia japan #aph america #aph england #aph italy #aph japan #aph germany #hetalia sibling #headcanons #sibling headcanons #sibling reader

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OVER - 3 MILLION BLK SLAVES -

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ON - EARTH - ASIA - CONTINENT -

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OVER 1.4 BILLION - INDIA -

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BY - MEMORY - FIRST 2 - MORE -

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ANOTHER - COUNTRY - MORE -

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BRAGGED ABOUT - MALE GROUP -

'MENUDO' - INTO - ENRIQUE -

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CALLED - 'ADOBO' - ABOUT - NCT -

DREAM - ATTACKED - BY - APPLE -

USA - HISPANICS - BRICKELL -

'LOOK - AT - UGLY - KOREAN -

MALES - EYES - SQUINTING -

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LIKE - SLEEP - WALKING - HE WAS -

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ASIANS - USE - THEIR - HANDS A -

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NO 2 - MOST BEAUTIFUL -

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ATTACKED - SELENA QUINTANILA

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readingforsanity · 2 years ago

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The Silent Patient | Alex Michaelides | Published 2019 | *SPOILERS*

Promising to be the debut novel of the season, The Silent Patient is a shocking psychological thriller of a woman’s act of violence against her husband - and of the therapist obsessed with uncovering hre motive.

Alicia Berenson’s life is seemingly perfect.

A famous painter married to an in-demand fashion photographer, she lives in a grand house with big windows overlooking a park in one of London’s most desirable areas.

One evening her husband Gabriel returns home late from a fashion shoot, and Alicia shoots him five times in the face, and then never speaks another word.

Alicia’s refusal to talk, or give any kind of explanation, turns a domestic tragedy into something far grander, a mystery that captures the public imagination and casts Alicia into notoriety.

The price of her art skyrockets, and she, the silent patient, is hidden away from the tabloids and spotlight at the Grove, a secure forensic unit in North London.

We follow Theo, a psychotherapist, as he accepts a job at The Grove, a pyschiatric hopsital that houses Alicia Berenson. Alicia was convicted of murdering her husband a few years ago, after it was discovered that Gabriel was shot in the face six times and Alicia stood over his body. After his death, and during his trial and everyday thereafter, Alicia went completely silent. She would not, and refused to, speak to anyone.

Theo is determined to get Alicia to talk, to see reason and to find out what really happened between her and Gabriel that fateful night. He meets with her, under supervision of the head doctor, and speaks to her and she listens, for the most part. Theo can see that certain things he says garners her attention, and even gets some type of understanding from her, but still she refuses to speak.

Theo attempts to speak to those who are close to her: Max Berenson, Gabriel’s brother; Jean-Felix Martin, who managed the gallery where Alicia’s artwork was kept and Paul Rose, her cousin whose mother raised her after the death of her mother. They each provide certain insights to Alicia, that helps Theo understand her. After a converstion with Paul, he realizes the event that changed Alicia: a particularly harmful comment from her father mere hours after the death of her mother Eva. That day, Alicia had said, is what killed her.

Theo now understands why Alicia felt strongly for a Greek tragedy, so much so that she painted herself as the main character after Gabriel’s death. Theo brings this up to her, and Alicia provides him with her personal diary. She began writing as a means to write down her feelings at the urging of her husband. It is clear that she becomes more and more paranoid as the writing goes on, and eventually, we come to find that Alicia is being watched by someone. Gabriel believes she is imagining it, as she had once before by accusing an elderly blind neighbor of theirs of watching her. But, Alicia is determined to prove that she is being watched and followed.

Finally, Alicia opens up to Theo, and explains that the man following her had killed her husband by shooting him five times. Theo knows she is lying, as everyone knows that Gabriel had been shot six times, and there was no mention of both of them having been tied up like she claims. Wanting to find out why she lied, he plans to meet with her again tomorrow, only to find out that she had overdosed on pills found in her room the night before. Feeling guilty, he visits her in her private room and finds that she had not overdosed on those pills, but instead had been given an injection of a huge dose of morphine.

He blames this on Christian West, a doctor who was acquainted with at his previous job, and who he found out Alicia had been visiting in private sessions over the years. Christian was a friend of Gabriel’s and felt obligated to help, although he only told her what everyone else believed: that she imagining things. Theo believes it was Chrisitan who had given her the overdose of morphine.

We then come to the conclusion. We find that Alicia has entered some new information in the diary that was given back to her. Alicia realizes that she recognizes Theo, in the way he acts as well as the sound of his voice. Theo was the man who had been following her and watching her. He had entered her home, tied her up with wire and waited for Gabriel to be back. Why? Gabriel was having an affair with Theo’s wife, Kathy, an actress and he had found out about it. He entered her home to get her to see that Gabriel wasn’t who he said he was, and that he had been lying to her, just as Kathy was to him. Once Gabriel basically condemned her to death, Theo left without another word, leaving the two of them. It was then that Alicia untied herself from the chair, and killed her husband for his transgressions and went into her deep silent. She wrote in the diary hoping that someone would find it and Theo would be found.

Theo returns home that evening, and is still married to Kathy, even though he knew of her transgressions and she obviously no longer had a lover after his death. When he brings this up to her, she doesn’t react in the way that he thought she would. Only when a police officer arrives at his door does he send Kathy away to speak with the officer. It is discovered that Jean-Felix found the diary hidden in a piece of artwork that Alicia had painted while in her studio at the hospital, and we learn that Theo is going to be caught for what he did to the Berenson’s.

Discussion Questions

1. The story begins with the revelation Alicia murdered her husband. Why do you think the author made this admission at they very start? The story is obviously trying to play with the psychology of your mind. Michaelides wants you to condemn Alicia from the very beginning, having no sympathy for her, so you will gain sympathy for her throughout the book. This also takes away from Theo’s guilt for the role he ultimately played in Gabriel’s death and Alicia’s conviction.

2. Alicia’s diary plays a key role in the book. What purpose do you think it serves? And does your perception of Alicia change the more you read? Alicia is obviously very troubled, and this is apparent in her diary entries. She is very alone and very isolated. She doesn’t really have anyone to speak to, her only friend ever discussed in the diary in Jean-Felix, and there is more of a romantic connection on his part than a friendship. The only person she had was Gabriel, and she had no idea that he was betraying her and their marriage during this time.

3. Alicia’s silence is related to the Greek myth of Alcestis. How do you feel about the story of the myth? Why do you think Alicia is silent? Alicia remains silent because she knows she’s guilty, but she doesn’t want to reveal why she’s guilty. Nobody knew about what was going on other than the people she spoke to, like Barbie and Dr. West. But nobody would believe that some strange man entered her home, and caused her to murder her husband.

4. Theo’s motives to work with Alicia are complicated. Do you think he wanted to help her? No, I don’t think so. His motive wasn’t complicated, it was selfish. He was basically torturing her, and as he said himself, going back to the scene of the crime. While this may not have been his intent, this is what I interpreted as. It was clear that Alicia knew who he was, at least at the end. She may not have known in the beginning, but he caught himself up by repeating something she had also said to him that night.

5. Both Alicia and Theo had difficult childhoods. Early on, Theo says no one is born evil. That who we become depends on the environment into which we are born. By the end of the novel he appears to change his mind, saying that perhaps some of us are born evil, and despite therapy, we remain that way. Which do you think is true? I think that evil and cruelty are within people from very early on, but they’re not born that way. We’re shaped by those around us, like our parents and peers. This is discussed quite a bit in psychology. The id, the ego and the superego and all that. Theo was born inherently evil. He overcame his shortcomings by going to therapy, but after finding out about his wife’s affair, it seems he backtracked into that evil person once again. Alicia wasn’t born evil; she turned into a shell of herself after the death of her mother and her father basically told her it should have been her, and again when she learned of Gabriel’s affair with Kathy. She learned that despite loving with all she has, that love would never be returned and it turned her into an evil person.

6. Weather plays a large role in the book, such as the heat wave during the summer. What purpose do you think the description of the weather serves the novel? Honestly, this part of the book sort of annoyed me; the constant descriptions of the weather. Once or twice maybe, but it seemed to be discussed in every chapter of the book. My only guess is that the cold signaled the beginning of Theo’s attempts at helping Alicia, and the warmer he got to getting through to her, the hotter the weather turned, and back and forth until Alicia spoke again.

7. Do you think the world of a psychiatric unit was convincingly portrayed? How do you feel about Diomedes and the other psychiatrists? I’m unsure. I’ve never been to one, nor have I ever done thorough research on one before either. My only previous knowledge was through the book and movie One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest, which I think was accurate for the time period it took place in. But, seeing as this is a more recent portrayal of a psychiatric unit, I can’t say for sure whether or not it was accurate.

8. We never enter Kathy’s mind in the book. Do you have any sympathy for her? No, I never feel sympathy for her. She was having an affair with someone else who also happened to be married. Not only was she going against her own marriage, but so was the other party in the book.

9. What do you think happens at the end of the book? The last line is ambiguous. Theo is going to go to jail for attempted murder, and possible murder if Alicia doesn’t come out of her coma. His involvement with Alicia before might be bad for him as well, as he was more involved than we knew in the beginning, but I can’t say for sure whether or not this is true.

10. It’s a psychological thriller with a twist. The author has said he was influenced by Agatha Christie. Did you feel this was simply a detective story or are there any other influences you can spot? It felt more like a detective story rather than a doctor helping a patient. I’m not familiar with Agatha Christie, so I can’t say for sure whether this was accurate either.

This story hurt my brain quite a bit, but I did finish it in a day. It’s a fairly easy read with shorter chapters, only a few being a little on the longer side, but usually no more than 7-8 pages long. I gave it a 3/5 stars, for that reason alone. Otherwise, I felt sort of hurt that the book ended the way it did without giving the reader closure as to what was Theo’s fate, along with Alicia’s fate.

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goldammerchen · 9 months ago

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adding this here to have everything in one place without having to open the link to that comic lol

(obviously from) Private Concert--Additional references about Lud 'doing everything nowadays' can be found in Vol 3 and 6 Bios (Manga Publication Information): "Now he lives as a good-for-nothing at Germany’s house (...)" + "He is currently laying around in Germany’s house, doing absolutely nothing."

From this comic I also like when he compares himself to a particular audio system, when he asks Lud if he looks like a war-maniac after thinking in HRE ["I'm filled with this artistic aura!"], and saying that Lud can do everything he can do because he is his brother, so again about the "inherited knowledge" from the older brothers.

also adding here quotes from Cleaning Mr. Prussia – Start

It’s boring… It’s boring and I super wanna be praised by someone… When Old Fritz was around he would always praise how I could do anything well… I try all kinds of things by myself but nothing seems to go well…

and this!

buncha quotes from over the years

History Copy Book no.2 (2015):

He will be living with Germany and not doing much for a while still, but even if he disappears, he would be happy knowing that his younger brother has inherited all his knowledge and awesomeness.

2013/2014 Halloween Comic – Page 5:

"I'm happy to mess around even for just a little while. When I'm at home by myself, I start thinking deeply about my own existence like a little bird (...)" "Most of the work is done by my super competent little brother. Meanwhile, I'm reading books with the speed of four in one day and effectively becoming a genius!"

Cleaning Mr. Prussia – Germany (Aug 31, 2010)

GER: Since the unification until now I’ve done everything by myself. GER: This kind of thing is no problem for me. PRU: Don’t overdo it! GER: Ah… PRU: Not just with this, historically speaking too, Germans are quick to overreach themselves! PRU: You’re not alone. PRU: Me and Saxony and Bayern… and Brandenburg and then there’s, um, Hessen and Holstein… GER: It’s ok, I got it, I got it. PRU: Don’t forget that all your older bros are with you! GER: Yeah… GER: You’re right…

September 4, 2010:

What are Germany’s brothers other than Prussia doing? Maybe they retired, maybe they disappeared, something like that. They are all connected to current Germany as they were all passing the baton from one generation to the next.

It’s a Treasure Box of Countries (2011):

Usually, when the culture or the country’s personality dies/disappears, the country would gradually disappear or entrust him/herself to the country that takes over him/her. There are also cases that him/her is not a country but continues to live leisurely as a representative of a region.

Hetalia World☆Stars – Chapter 436 (July 2022)

"You won't won't disappear if you put your heart into it!"

"We [nation-people] can come into existence from anywhere... As long as we have the will to become independent..."

last one added so this isn't a complete a bummer... just kidding: BOOM! Read Private Concert (October 31th, 2014), and re-read the quotes later.

#hello from the queue #post-canon (1st nikoniko route)#hetalia meta #meta #hws prussia #sr. tnddr #gilbert beilschmidt #gamer gil #bamboo thicket blog #quotes

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years ago

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Boyfriend scenarios :) deku baku shoto

im so sorry this took me like two weeks to finish lol! Im steadily getting through the requests in order of which ones were made first. These will be in separate parts and youll be able to find them easily on my masterlist :)

also dont laugh at me for my use of the word tiddies lmfuckingfao i love that word sm

also if you want continuations of these lemme know! :)

@emmy420 this was your request and so far this is a third of it, if theres anything in hre you want me to change, feel free to ask :)

Part 2 Masterlist <3

Warning: Some NSFW content, blowjobs, mentions of death...

Katsuki Boyfriend Scenarios, Fem!Reader (SFW and NSFW)

-Part 1

He meets your pets

You both had had a long day of training and you had offered to cook spicy soba if Katsuki aggreed to stay at your house since it was closer than his, unfortunately, he didn't realise you had pets.

Cue Katsuki sitting on your couch with a baffled expression as he tries to ignore your cat, which is having the time of it's life staring at him and getting fur all over the bottoms of his pants. You have another two cats that sit on his lap, crowding the confused boy and purring loudly.

The image doesn't fail to make you snort out a genuine giggle, amused at his weariness of the harmless little critters.

"They're just cats, Katsuki... go ahead, pet Gizmo, hes the little shit trying to sniff your armpit right now."

His head turns in alarm as you say that, blushing and scowling at the creature like he's been scandalised. This elicits another laugh from you as you leave him to his own devices to check on the food.

By the time you come back, you smile at the sight in front of you. Your absolutely adorable boyfriend wriggles his fingers on his lap with a concentrated expression, looking awefully serious for someone who's currently letting your cat bat and chew at his fingers.

You set the food down on the table an shoo the cats away, since you don't like to make a habit out of letting them bother you while you're eating, and a smile reaches your lips as you watch his become a little dissappointed when the cats each scuttle away to cause mayhem in some other part of the house.

"You didn't tell me you had pets..."

His voice has you feeling a little bad, since he's probably beating himself up over not knowing very much about you. Your smile is bright though, and it has him feeling a little better as you speak.

"Yeah, I probably should've, I mean what if you were allergic? It was a bit idiotic of me, sorry, but i just never thought to mention them except for when it came up in conversation, you know?.."

His shoulders untense a little and he loosens up at that, feeling a little better but still like a dumbass for not thinking to learn any more about you. He'll get over it though, and after you've both eaten, you click your tongue and call the cats back in, all three of them walking in one by one and jumping onto the sofa with you both as you cuddle together to watch a movie.

He walks in on you changing

Your shirt hits the floor as you change clothes in your bathroom, now in only your baby pink underwear while you try to find your shirt and pants. You and Katsuki are going on a date today and you're in the middle of contemplating whether you should wear a dress or a skirt, since you don't actually feel like wearing any pants, when the door suddenly opens and in walks your boyfriend.

You freeze and he doesn't even realise that you're there until he turns around, coming face to face with his beet red, half naked girlfriend. You throw a towel at his head as his eyes move down to your breasts and his cheeks turn a cute pink. You don't expect him to catch the flying projectile with a cocky smirk, and you glare at him as you fling a shampoo bottle next, hitting him square in the head.

He remains unphased though, staring at your barely covered boobs like a baby would and practically drooling over them. Honestly! It's not like he's never seen them before!

You sigh and glare at him, giving in because he's just too tempting and calling him closer with a curled finger, dropping your shirt on the floor and jutting a hip out to tease him more.

"What? You're really that down bad, huh?"

He smirks at the jab you make to his pride, unaffected as he pulls you closer by the hips with rough, firm hands and places a fleeting kiss to your lips, kissing down your neck and moving your hair out of the way with his fingers so gently.

You squint your eyes as you give him a dangerous smile, pressing your tiddies against his firm chest and watching in delight as his breath hitches in his chest, catching in his throat. You can feel his very heartbeat race as you grab his hand and guide it under the thin fabric of your lace bra, giggling when his fingers trace over pert nipples and watching him crumble in front of you.

You lay a soft kiss to his cheek as you hold his face in your hand and practically purr as you speak. His resolve crumbles down to dust and he pushes his hips against your own, his hard-on very obvious against your hip. Well, that was easy.

He's literally putty in your hands as you pull away, leaving him high and dry and finding pleasure in the deprived little whine he tries to choke down, looking over his flushed cheeks and glazed eyes, down to the bulge in his pants and feeling incredibly satisfied with yourself.

The previously discarded shirt gets picked up and put on, and you dress slowly just to tease your lover while he adjusts his pants uncomfortably, excusing himself in an instant and completely forgetting what he even came here for in the first place.

You get a new piercing

Your tongue has finally gotten over the painful, swollen stage of being pierced, which is a big relief, since Katsuki should be back from his long ass work trip by tonight and you wanted this to be a nice surprise for him.

Thankfully it's not nearly as painful as it was at first and you've been taking good care of it, so it's healing very well after a good two and a half months. You can't wait to see him again and the thought has you almost buzzing where you sit on your shared bed, smiling softly and planning for all of the things you're going to do to help him settle back in.

Usually you both split the household stuff between eachother, and Katsuki usually cooks instead of you because as much as you hate to admit it, Katsuki's better at cooking than you are, but today you took special care in making his favourite dish for him with all the spiciness he's probably been craving. You have a movie on hold on the TV, and as much as you don't expect Katsuki to want some action the day he comes back, you still wear his favourite colour lingerie, just in case.

So when the keys rattle in the door and your lover walks into the house with a heavy groan of relief, to find the house pristine and his wonderful girlfriend serving dinner at the table, and it's his favourite dish, he feels his heart thump in his chest and a dumb smile reaches his lips as he comes closer, dropping his bag very ungraciously to the floor. If he were a weaker man, he would be crying right now.

He embraces you in a strong grasp made of brick-like muscle and soft skin, nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck and closing his eyes, letting out a deep breath while his ever unruly hair tickles your ear. Obviously this has you finishing up with the hot bowls in seconds to quickly turn around and reciprocate the hug. How you had missed this. You missed your brash blonde and his fiery personality.

"God, fuck.... 'missed you so much... 's fuckin' torture without you."

You smile so wide your cheeks hurt and you kiss his cheek sweetly, your tongue piercing clacking against your teeth as you speak when you try to make it obvious that something's changed, the sound reaching his ears and piquing his curiosity.

"Aw, baby, that bad, huh? 'missed you too..."

"... You chewing on ice or something?..."

His eyes slowly trace upwards to meet yours, only to stop at your devilish smirk the second you playfully stick your tongue out at him. He's stunned into silence until he suddenly straightens up with a little smile, pulling gently at your bottom lip and holding your jaw to inspect it closer.

"Holy shit-... you got it pierced? Why didn't you tell me?... I thought we were keeping in touch..."

His excitement slowly transitions to a dampened disappointment, upset with himself for not being able to communicate so well over the phone. You quickly shut his thought process down however, smiling at him gleefully and kissing his soft lips, having missed this feeling of close proximity between you.

"Surprise! I thought you would like it... I wanted to see your reaction is all."

He's smirking now, leaning in again to nip at your bottom lip and kiss you properly, groaning at the feeling of the cold metal against his own tongue and revelling in the sound of the metal bar crashing against his teeth.

"Oh, I like it, alright..."

"And if it feels good in your mouth, just wait for the real surprise..."

You had dessert before dinner that night.

He sees you crying

Big, round teardrops cascade down your face as you wail into your hands, shaking and sniffling and trying your best to stifle your cries. Your face is red and your eyes are puffy and irritated, the colours in your irises almost illuminescent with the emotion in them, and tears and snot cover your face, reflecting the light in the room.

Today had been one of the most stressful days of your career, and you had recieved so much hate for not being able to save everyone in a recent villain attack. It was times like these that had you a thread away from quitting your job.

You were the only first responder at the scene of an explosion, and the integrity of the building was heavily compromised, so you did what you could to save as many people as possible before the entire structure of the building crumbled around you. You almost didn't make it yourself.

You had recieved a lot of backlash straight away, and as you were gasping for breath on the floor just outside of the danger zone, mourning the loss of those you couldn't save, you were bombarded by reporters demanding answers as to why you weren't able to save the rest. Your heart had shattered into a million pieces just then.

You don't even hear the door open over your hyperventilated breaths, more tears flooding as you think about how many lives were lost because you weren't good enough. Try as you might, you aren't AllMight.

Katsuki's arms are holding you in an embrace more secure than ever in seconds. He would usually give you a harsh but needed wake up call after a mission gone awry, but after this one he knows that that's not the approach to go with today.

"Come on... let me see your face, baby. I want you to look me in the eye while i say this."

You slowly move your hands, and Katsuki's own eyes dampen at the sight of your fresh tears. You really do look like a mess.

"It wasn't your fault. Okay? They were fucking lucky to have you. you saved twelve lives while yours was on the line the entire time. You should not feel guilty for being alive. You lived, and now you can save others in the future. Repeat after me, they are lucky to have me..."

"They're lucky to-... to have me-"

You're cut off by your own hiccupps, crying even harder now as your boyfriend, your lover, holds your face gently in his palms and presses one of the softest kisses he's ever given you onto swollen lips.

"That's it. We're gonna be okay. Those ungrateful bastards will get what's comin' to 'em..."

You finally manage a small, fragile smile as you're pulled flush against his chest, your voice wavering a little in what's barely a soft laugh.

"... Please don't blow up the news building again..."

He uses your chest as a pillow

Katsuki had just come back from an exhausting, long day of boring work, consisting of writing reports for previous missions and signing paperwork, followed by an uneventful patrol.

By the end of the day, he just wanted to eat dinner and pass out in bed. But, you had a better idea. You were off work today and were just lazing around, waiting for Katsuki to come home until you heard the front door slam, signalling that he'd had a shitty day.

You pause the TV and get up out of bed, wrapping yourself in your dressing gown and greeting your boyfriend at the door. He wordlessly collapses into your arms dramatically and sighs in relief as his head hits your breasts like they're some kind of cushion.

He always does this after a bad day, and you open your arms willingly and with an amused smile, stroking his hair and letting him nuzzles your covered up chest.

You actually find it rather endearing that he's so obsessed with your boobs, and as you guide him to the bedroom with a chuckle, your discard the dressing gown that you know was secretly pissing him off, letting his stuff his nose between your breasts.

All you can see of his face now is his mop of hair and you laugh again, combing through soft blond locks with your fingers and braiding random strands as you watch your program. He's far more relaxed now, with his face stuffed into the soft mounds of flesh that cushion his head so well, his eyelids fluttering shut as he quickly falls asleep in your embrace.

You bleed on his bed

You wake up feeling groggy as hell, with the worst cramps you've ever had in your life. Today's going to be a long day. Isn't it a week too early? Oh god. It is. And you didn't wear a pad to sleep.

Oh shit. This isn't even your bed. You dread to get up and survey the damage you've done to your boyfriend's matress. It must look like a murder scene by now. You don't want to get up out of bed now or ever again as tears collect at your waterline, your stomach dropping, but as soon as you feel another wave of blood escape you're forced to get up and sit awkwardly on your hip, starting to panic as you see just how bad it really is.

You've even got blood on your fucking boyfriend for god's sake. Tears stream down your face as you try to wake up your sleeping partner. He groans softly at the disturbance but immediately forgets about how groggy and sleep heavy he feels when the first thing he sees is you crying.

"W-what?! What's happening?-... Oh-..."

He quickly understands as he sits up and puts his hand down to support himself, only to feel something cold and wet on the bed. His blood runs cold as he realises that it's blood, and he almost runs to call an ambulance until he actually sees where it's coming from.

Theres a mass of red so dark that its almost black on the crotch and thighs of your pants, and as you sit up and apologise he quickly brings you closer and traps you into a loving hug. He doesn't even care about the sheets, they can be washed anyway.

"You started?... there's stuff in the bathroom cupboard for you... go run yourself a bubble bath and ill wash the sheets. Come on- there's no need to cry, you idiot, it's just a dumb bed sheet. Let me get you some new pants... 'think i got some ibuprofen too."

You have no idea why he's so calm right now, he's not even grossed out or anything? You're flooded with an overwhelming sense of relief and adoration for your boyfriend, hot tears collecting at your jaw and patterring down to the sheets below you, and you slowly get up to clean yourself up while Katsuki cleans up after you in the middle of the night.

You feel so lucky to have him as you run your bath, getting undressed and putting the ruined clothes into a pile, letting yourself relax.

He's not even mildly upset with you as he knocks on the door and sets a fresh painr of clothes on the counter, coming back to you and stroking your hair, giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

"Just don't waste your energy worrying about it, 's fine. 'not like you can schedule regular meetings with your goddamned uterus."

You can't help bit give a soft, tired laugh at that.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha #mha #bnha fluff #bnha headcanons #mha fluff #bakugou x fem!reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki imagine #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo headcanons #boyfriend scenarios #bakugou imagine

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years ago

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From Eden: Four

Warnings: noncon sexual acts, mentions of mental illness, grieving, trauma, panic attack; delusion, manipulation, drugging, intimidation.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The mc suffers from agoraphobia. After a new neighbour moves in across the street, her home becomes even more of a prison.

Note: Well, here’s the next chapter of this creeper story and this one even had me a little shook.

Thank you so much for your patience! And support!!

As always, if you are so inclined, please like, reblog, and comment. <3

Transcript:

Sunday

It’s Sunday now and she’s asleep. At last. She wouldn’t drink the tea so I had to make her. I promised her it was just chamomile to keep her calm, a half-lie. Now she’s sleeping, her soft breaths against my elbow as I sit with her.

She screamed when she found me in the house. Then the panic made it hard for her to breathe and I had to count with her. She couldn’t even remember what came after three so I kept my hand over her mouth until she was woozy and weak. Now the pills will keep her asleep until I’m ready. Until she’s ready. I found the old bottle in her cupboard, if they’re expired, that means they might not last.

I read it all. These pages of her thoughts. She’s so alone, so confused she can’t even see that I only want to take care of her. That she needs me. Her doctor, her caretaker, they can’t really help her. I know it better than anyone.

A diagnosis does nothing, hell, this journal does nothing. The doctors say writing down the mess helps sort it all out. What a bunch of liars. And what can they do for her but keep her in this house all alone and take her inheritance. That’s all they want, to be paid for their empty words.

She doesn’t have to pay me, I will help her.

Monday

She tried to scream when she woke up. I had to cover her mouth again and hold her down in her bed. I hated it, seeing her so afraid. She didn’t stop flailing and the tears trickled down her cheeks and temples in her terror. I hushed her and begged her to be quiet, she did but her round eyes assured me she was still afraid.

I let her sit up as I took away my hand. I never meant to touch her with that one. The metal is so harsh and inhuman, I only want her to feel me.

She mopped her face as I looked through the closet and I found a pretty dress with the same purple colour as the pansies I brought her all those weeks ago.

I gave it to her and told her to get dressed while I called Tisha. I assured her that the girl is okay, she is, she’s safe and she has me. The doctor’s happy to have someone there with her and added that she’s even more happy that she’s warming up to me.

She mentioned it was tough for the girl to trust men. I can’t blame her, I have met too many evil ones too.

Now she’s sitting at the table and eating some pancakes with blueberry syrup. She keeps looking at me and I see her eyes linger on the journal.

I told her I just want to know her and this is the best way. If she won’t talk to me, I need to learn about her another way. The more I read, the more I realise we’re so much alike.

She’s so precious, the way her tongue flicks over her lips to lick up up the sticky syrup. She trembles just a little as she cuts the fluffy pancakes with her forks and stabs them.

This place needs a good cleaning. It’s stuffy and dusty and smells of mildew. It will give me something to do then maybe we can sort out the garden. I didn’t realise picking those tulips would leave such a mess. Well, I could find some sunflowers to replant from the garden center down at the depot. I think she’ll like that.

She’s crying again.

Tuesday

I had to give her more of the pills. After Tisha came by to evaluate her and Lorena dropped off the groceries, I saw how fidgety she was. Her voice shook as she spoke with them and I worked on fixing that shed window once and for all.

The doctor commented on how kind that was but it had to be done. This place really needs to be fixed up. How could such a precious creature live like this for so long? How could she be hidden away from the world when she’s so beautiful? I know why. I see it in her eyes, the same deep cracks I see in my own. She’s been hurt.

When Lorena was finally gone and we were alone, she began to sob and even hit me. She tried to push me away and told me to go. I had to stop her, I had to…

I don’t want to write about what I had to do but I didn’t hurt her. I just made sure she stopped and I got her some more tea. She drank it as she sniffled and I watched her as she set down the mug. It wasn’t long before she slumped and began to snore.

I pulled her down so she’s comfortable across the couch, a pillow under her head with the little throw over her middle. She looks peaceful. While she’s sleeping, I’ll make some dinner and maybe a dessert. She has lots of cookbooks around here. I want her to realise everything I can do for her, that she doesn’t have to do everything alone.

Wednesday

I don’t know what happened. I wasn’t thinking.

She didn’t wake up for dinner so I left it in the stove to keep warm. I ate when my stomach began to grumble and the tart I made wasn’t too bad, just a little dry. I got washed up and came out to check on her again. She was still dead out so I moved her over and sat to feel her breath against my fingers.

I couldn’t help but admire her as she slumbered. I felt her soft lips and had to poke my finger just inside. I felt the stirring and I knew I should go, get dressed and come back to take her to bed. She could have her dinner tomorrow.

But I didn’t.

It was so fast. It hurt how hard I suddenly was as I let my hand wander along her throat and down her chest. I peeked under her shirt, she’s very womanly, so soft and warm. I did stop…

For a couple minutes. I don’t know. It felt so weird. Like I wasn’t me, like it wasn’t my body. It felt like those days when my mind wasn’t my own and I just watched from the side as horrible things happened. As I did those things.

My hand was between her legs before I realised it. I rubbed her warm cunt, I couldn’t get enough of it. It was so soft, so wet, so welcoming. I rubbed and rubbed until I heard her low breaths hitch.

She didn’t wake, the pills heavy on her eyelids still. I pulled open my towel and pulled her hand against my cock. She touched me too, I helped her as she slept. I moved her hand as my own continued to explore her. Her body twitched and she came as hre bud throbbed beneath my fingertips.

I came too and watched the ropes drip down her hand. I kept her hand around me, moving it until I was so oversensitive and tender that I gasped. Her hand was slick with me and the sight of her glistening palm is intoxicating. My cum is still there on her hand.

She’s on the couch still. I don’t know what will happen if I move her to the bed. I’m afraid to find out… but excited too.

Thursday

Today was a good day!

I took her out to the garden to see the flowers I ordered. I still can’t leave her, she’s not ready. I helped her plant them and her hand kept touching mine. She would flinch but I saw the way she pressed her fingertips to her palm after as if basking in it.

When we finished, she even made lunch. We sat and ate, quietly, but I don’t mind. I’m not very talkative either and I understand, a lot has changed in a life that hasn’t changed for a very long time.

As she finished her soup, dipping the crusts of her sandwich into the tomato broth, I went to the living room and looked at the old victrola. I knelt to examine the records and I knew many of them to my delight. This place reminds me of a lot of things, as if I’ve found everything that I lost.

She came and watched me from the door. When she’s nervous, she moves around a lot and she teetered on her feet as she clasped her hands. I smiled at her, I wanted her to smile back but she just blinked.

“What’s your favourite?” I asked, “you have Garland? Sinatra? Armstrong?”

“I like them all,” her voice was so thin I barely heard it.

I took out a Louis Armstrong vinyl and dropped the needle. She shied away as I went to her but that’s how the girls always were at the dance hall. I took her hand and she didn’t resist further. I drew her to me and led her as her untrained feet tried not to stomp on mine. For a moment, I was back there again, before the war, before the uniform, before the train.

It was just me and my gal!

Friday

Last night, I gave her more pills. I caught her in the garden just after dinner. I was washing up and she snuck out like a naughty child. She was by the gate when I came out, peering out into the street. The new lock was still in place, the one she doesn’t have the key to.

She began to cry as I told her to come back in. She said she wanted to leave if I wouldn’t. I told her she was being dramatic and she needed her tea. She said she’s afraid of me. Afraid? What have I done but taken care of her when her doctor and caretaker can only be bothered when they ‘have time’.

She calmed down and drank her tea and had some of the tart. She liked it a lot and I said I’d get more strawberries, she didn’t need to send Lorena this time. She’s in bed now, still asleep.

Later

I thought I heard her so I went to check on her. She had kicked off her blankets, she must have been hot. So I pulled out a night gown from her dresser and took off her jeans and her shirt. It took me a moment to process her nakedness and I got that same tingle from nights ago.

I couldn’t help but touch her just a little. She was wet again, as if she was expecting it. So long together and I can’t blame her for wanting me but I know she’s too shy to say it. When she’s awake, she just gets in her own way.

I’m not going to make excuses. I lost control. I touched myself too and before I knew it I was on top of her. She was still only in her bra and panties and her tits fell out as I shook the bed.

My hand is hardly enough but I didn’t want to rush this. I played with her chest just a little, her nipples went hard and I had to taste them.

When I was ready to explode, I stayed bent over her and pulled down her panties. I came on her but I didn’t enter her. Not yet, as much as it hurts, it’s not time yet. I left her covered in my cum and pulled her panties back up. I took off her bra and dressed her in the night gown.

Now I’m just winding down and I’ll sleep too soon. I’ll hold her and think about my cum still in her panties. Maybe I’ll do a little more, use her hand a little to release a little more tension. It’s so hard being so close but I have to take it slow. For her.

Saturday

I kissed her good morning and today she didn’t pull away. She didn’t do much until I told her to get up. When she did, she didn’t even try to cover herself as her night gown had ridden up in her sleep.

And I saw the way she stared at my body, my boxers all I had on. When she realised I caught her, she quickly looked away.

She also didn’t know I noticed how she tugged on her panties and shifted on her legs awkwardly. No doubt she could feel me still but she wouldn’t know why.

She’s in the shower now and I’m waiting for the coffee to brew. I can hear the patter of water and I wanted badly to join her and help her scrub her body, admire it beneath the trickle as it explores every crevice I long to.

I know I can’t and just thinking of it is making it hard to sit still. I thought playing with her hand last night would keep me happy for a little longer. That it would help my thoughts and my patience but now I want to do everything and more. And I want her to know it this time. To feel it.

No. Not yet. But I can still make her smile. When she comes out I’ll give her her new journal, with pages not about to fall away from the spine and unstained by errant drops of tea. I can’t wait to see her surprise!

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier #captain america #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #from eden #mcu #marvel

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aceinspace691 · 4 years ago

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For the prompt game, how about Bad finding a tiny Skeppy hiding among some flowers because he's trying to camouflage himself and failing to do so?

This one was fun to do! They have such a fun dynamic to write, so thank you for the ask, and I hope you enjoy <3

Warning for: language (as always, let me know if I need to add anything here :D)

Word Count ~ 700

More under the cut!!

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When Bad had set out that morning to explore the area by his new home, he hadn’t really expected to find anything interesting. The first thing he noticed and headed toward was a field of flowers near his house, a small smile on the demon’s face as he walked over to it. His white eyes widened as he saw all the vibrant colors of the flowers that stretched across the vast expanse of land.

He set to collecting some of them. They’d certainly do well as decorations for his home. He hadn’t gotten a chance to truly add any personal touch to it yet, and he was excited to at least gather enough flowers for an arrangement. With that in mind, he stooped to pluck a flower, placing it in his other hand. He did that several times, with different flowers of course, and soon had enough for a small bouquet to place in his vase at home.

He was about to head home when he spotted a flash of blue nearby amongst the green flower stems. Curiosity sparked in him and he crossed the short distance, kneeling quickly, his gaze snapping to a small figure at the soft sound of a frightened gasp.

The demon met the wide eyes of none other than a diamond fairy, and his mouth fell open in shock.

“Holy muffins,” he breathed, reaching forward on instinct. He drew his hand back immediately as the little guy scrambled back.

“S-Stay away from me, you dick!”

Bad, at the surprising vehemence he could hear behind the fear, recoiled at the harsh language (at least, what he would consider to be ‘harsh language.’

“Hey, language!” He protested, but he held his hands up placatingly, ignoring the way his stomach churned as the little fairy flinched. “I’m not going to hurt you, I was just curious. I’m sorry.”

Silence stretched, the tiny being just staring at him with wide eyes. As the awkward air settled around Bad, he found himself talking again.

“I know I can look a little scary,” he began, trying to see how the fairy was reacting to his words. Just a stare so far, one that said yeah, obviously. And that was to be expected; most humans stayed away from him, whether from his demonic appearance, his tall height of 9 feet, or maybe both. “But, I promise that I’m not hre to hurt you or anything. I think I’m a pretty nice muffin. Uh, I’m BadBoyHalo, by the way, but you can just call me Bad, if you want.” Silence again. “Or, just whatever you want, I guess.”

“Whatever I want?” The fairy’s blue face lit up with what could only be described as a devilish grin. At Bad’s nod, it only widened, and there was a sudden air of confidence. “so I could call you... a bitch?”

Bad’s mouth fell open again, eyes wide as he huffed. “Well, maybe not something quite do vulgar, you.... you absolute muffinhead.”

“A muffin... Did you just call me a muffin head?” For a moment, there was silence again. And then The fairy burst into laughter. “Yeah, okay, you’re definitely harmless.” His grin was wide. “And I’m Skeppy, by the way.”

“Oh, nice to meet you Sgeppy,” Bad returned with a polite smile, pronouncing the fairy’s name with more of a ‘g’ sound than a ‘k.’

They lapsed into easy conversation, the sun high above their heads.

“Anyway, I meant to ask,” Bad started at some point, “what were you doing in the flowers? Aren’t diamond fairies typically underground.”

Skeppy laughed, bright little peals of laughter that warmed Bad’s heart.

“I was hiding.” He responded with the most deadpan, serious expression Bad had seen on that face so far.

“Well, maybe next time you camouflage yourself, try not being bright blue right by these green flower stems.” Bad teased, scooping the tiny up gently in his hands.

Skeppy barely reacted, apparently comfortable enough around the demon to simply fall limp with a groan.

“Thanks for your constructive criticism, Bad.”

“Anytime, you little blue muffinhead.”

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Woah I wrote more than I had been expecting haha. Let me know what you think and feel free to submit more asks! These are a lot of fun to write :D

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askforimagineoroneshot · 4 years ago

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We love you the way you are perfect (Carmen x Eleazar x woman!reader)

jaehyunsbabyy: I have a request.. if that's okay. I am really interested in these more than two people relationships, polyamory. I haven't really seen any black girl/chubby, curvy OCS or readers in stories relating to twilight. I was thinking the reader is mated to both Carmen and Eleazer and feels VERY insecure and wonders what they see so attractive about her? (tbh a part of me couldn't decide if i wanted two of the cullens to be her mates or the other vamps, but that's a lot of work so i am going with them)

Hello. I hope I got it the way you wanted it. Again it is not the longest one but I have a lot of things to do right now with my college. I really enjoyed writing about three people in my imagine - poly!reader is always open for reguests.

MASTERLIST Send your reguests!

Imagine is mine! Gifs are not.

Reader's point of view

It is not always easy to be in a long term relationship. It takes a lot of work and patience to manage a relationship. But if you do all that you have a partner to spend the rest of your life with. Well in my case I have two. And I know that some people don't understand this type of love. But again my relationship does not consist of people so I don't really care about other opinions.

What I care about is my mates Carmen and Eleazar. I love them and I am confident in my feelings for them. The thing I am not that confident about is their opinion about me. Don't get me wrong. They might be vampires but they are angels. The thing is that I am not that type of perfect girl like Carmen. I am not a tall skinny and white girl that you see on the front page of magazines. I am a short little chubby black girl that most people don't even notice.

I am more than ready to become a vampire for my love and spend the rest of my eternity with them. I am just not really sure what it is that drove their attention to me. What made them look at me and think I need to get to know her better or even that I love her.

I don't know if it's my mind that is playing tricks at me or they just don't care about my looks. I don't know. And the feeling of not being sure in something this important drives me crazy.

“Hello.” I hear a woman behind me. I turn to look at her even though I don't need to to know it is my girlfriend.

“Hi.” I close the book I have in my hand and pay close attention to her.

“We didn't want to wake you up in the morning. Eleazar needed to go to feed.” she tells me when she sits close to me in the living room. “Is everything okay?” she gets worried when she looks at my face.

I curse at myself. I should have controlled myself better. It's like I sometimes forget that they are vampires and can read people better than humans not just because of their perfect sight but also the heart and breath they can hear.

“I am okay.” I tried to make her believe me. “I am just feeling well today.”

“Not feeling well? Do you want us to get you to the doctor?” Great now she is even more worried.

“Are you not feeling well?” I hear Eleazar walk into the room. I look at his worried gold eyes.

“I feel well.” I start. “I should fraze it better. I am just tired.” I will try to do better this time.

“Maybe food will make you feel better.” Carmen tried to make me feel better. Now I feel bad for the situation that I created. I am doing it again. Creating a situation that they are not comfortable in. I ruined a moment again.

“I already eat but thank you. I really appreciated.” I put my hand in hers. I smile at her and she does smile at me. When I look at Eleazar he looks more worried and steps back. That worries me.

Time skip

Carmen's point of view

I am worried and I am not the only one in our relationship. Me and Eleazar are worried about Y/N. She is distancing herself from us. I am worried that she is second guessing her decision about the change of her life. We talked about it a lot. She was really excited about changing into a vampire. We love each other. We talked about everything. If she needs more time I need hre to be confident and tell us. I don't want her to do anything she doesn't feel ready for.

Eleazar feels the same way I feel about all of this. All we worry about is that we are going to lose our mate because of not communicating.

“Did you talk to her?” I hear my male mate. I knew exactly where he was in the big house.

“I want us to talk to her together.” I answer his question while I look him in the eyes.

“This is the first time I am really nervous since I went to Aro to leave his clan.” He gets closer to me physically.

“I know I am too. I am nervous that something is wrong. I don't want to push Y/N into something she's not ready for or is not really sure about.”

“Let's just go to see what she is up to and talk to her.” He lets go of me and goes to Y/N's room. I walk right behind him. I am nervous but this is something we need to do. Sonner better.

“What are you up to angel?” Eleazar asked Y/N when he walked in her room. She was sitting on her window looking outside.

“Nothing really.” she answers him. “What are you two up to.” she smiles at us.

“We came to talk to you.” I start the important conversation. “We feel like you have been distant recantly. Is there something that is bothering you?” I sit next to her and wait for her answer.

“I am okay really.” she tries to end the conversation that didn't even start properly.

“Are you sure? You seem like you are not really sure about something. We just don't want you to feel like you are pushed into something.” Eleazar get involved as well.

“It's not about me losing my humanity and changing into a vampire.” she gets her frustration out.

“Then what is it?” I take her hand into mine. “We just don't want you to feel like you need to hide something from us. We want to be happy. We are family. We love you.”

“Why do you love me?” she asks from nowhere. That suprised us.

“What do you mean?” I don't even know how else to answer that. My mind is rasing.

“What made you look at me and know that you cared about me?” she aks again.

“Is this about your look, angel?” Eleazar asks her. “Because then I need you to know you are perfect.” He taks her hand and makes her stand up. “You are our mate.”

I stand up too. I put my hand on her and hugged her from behind. Her small form fits my body perfectly. It makes me sad that she feels insecure about herself.

“We love you the way you are perfect.” I tell her. “We love you the way you are and we want to spend the rest of our enternity with you.”

“Now I feel silly.” she puts her head down.

“No. It is important to talk about the way you feel. Comunication is the key angel.” Eleazar kisses her forhead.

I hope you like it. I would love to know what you think about it. Send your reguest! Stay safe! I love you all.

#twilight #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #carmen x reader #eleazar x reader #carmen imagine #eleazar imagine

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extremelyblackandwhite · 5 years ago

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handmaid - 14

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: hiya so before you start reading, if you’re not from the uk or interested in academic life in the uk, russell group is a very odd word. russell groups are what ivy leagues are in the us meaning it’s a group of very prestigious unis like cambridge, oxford and durham. just thought i should explain what it was so no one’s confused. also remember that weird episode carter baizen had a very badly made tattoo on his wrist? yeah that is mentioned here bc i basically decided that young seb acted like carter. sorry for taking longer than usual to post but i hope you enjoy this chapter xxx

NEXT CHAPTER

- Don’t you wanna kiss me? - he caged her between the wall and him, hands resting on both side of her head. - Be honest.

He was close enough so she could see every detail and texture of the skin of his face and feel his soft and controlled breathe. Y/N couldn’t help but touch his face, her fingers lingering on tiny little scar marks that seemed to have faded over the years but not enough to departure his face, to tracing his jaw to finally settling on his lips. Curiously, her thumb swiped down his lip almost as if she was trying to erase the fact that her own lips knew exactly what his felt like.

There was this undeniable pull between the two of them that Y/N couldn’t deny existed, however, she was much too smart to give in again. She had plenty of examples where giving in to affections led to terrible fates beginning with Juliet and both hers and her beloved’s death and ending all the way with Anna Karenina jumping in front of a train. No, Y/N was much too smart to ignore what surrounded her. However, she was still a young woman and like so, she was no match for the rotten judgement that came along with her young years. Nevertheless, she pressed her body harshly against the wall, hoping that somehow she could merge with it and avoid the question that was being posed to her.

- Cat got your tongue, angel? - he questioned yet it didn’t sound like a mock as it sounded like a tease. - You can talk to me. I know you’ve missed me.

- I don’t know what you’re talking about. - she turned her head to the side, hand clutching the towel for dear life. If there was something worse sounding than this situation was being naked in front of him, her friend’s fiancé. Sebastian smirked, noticing how she had bared her neck to him unknowingly giving a clear view of the bruises forming from last night. God, it was quite a sight, a sight he could get used to seeing every single day.

He could just see it in front of him. Waking up every single morning to her already flushed cheeks in one of those sheer white pyjamas with her soft skin bruised from several nights of pure undecided pleasure. Y/N, on the other hand, was trying her best not to lower her hand to the skin showing through the V of his grey tee shirt which looked very inviting. Stop it, Y/N. You’re a smart woman, this is just the hormones speaking.

- I was wondering if you’d accompany me for breakfast. There’s the little spot downtown I’m certain you’d enjoy.

- Did you ask Gwen? - her voice came uncertain almost paining her to mention Gwen in the middle of all of this. Gwen needed to be mention, they were gonna be married, they are gonna be married. That is certainty.

Sebastian stepped back as if he had been hit by lighting before sighing and leaving her be. Her loyalties lied way too deep with the Forrests and he wasn’t about to get her in trouble or do something she didn’t feel like doing. Y/N, on the other hand, watched the door like a hawk watching as he left with a sense of guilt she couldn’t deny. It was just a crush, she told herself, it was just a crush and crushes are normal. Single people crush on married ones all the time that does not mean they will try and ruin a wedding, not that Y/N could ruin something that wall already ruined.

A single part of hers expected him to be teasing again and enter the room once more but he didn’t and after she spent a long while leaned against the wall as if some invisible force was holding her, Y/N decided it would be best if she got dressed and checked on Gwen, mostly to ensure the heiress was home. After she was in a long sweater accompanied by some black leggings, she followed the wall down to Gwen’s bedroom, knocking on the door rather loudly.

From her knock, what sounded like a commotion could be heard from inside the heiress’ bedroom along with the sounds of feet paddling the ground until the door was opened. However, instead of Gwen standing there with her usual bed ridden eyes, it was her bodyguard who opened the door in a rather untidy way, carrying his trousers in hand. Y/N peeked inside the bedroom, an equally untidy Gwen with the sheets up to her collarbones waving goodbye at Christian.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep but Y/N was livid. She stomped into the bedroom, closed the door behind her and crossed her arms at the woman she had known since they were both born.

- Are you joking? - she questioned, attempting to sound annoyed but it came more as of a “again?” sort of inquiry. - You can’t do that under Sebastian’s roof when he’s at home.

- Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m careful. - she shrugged, her hand coming to push her own hair back which caused the sun to hit the gem on her engagement ring. God, she didn’t even take it off. - It’s not like he can kill me.

- Genevieve, you’re engaged. You’re gonna be married and all you’re doing is acting like a teenager. God, I understand you don’t wanna get married to someone you don’t like but the least you can do is try to be his friend, at least.

- I don’t need friends like Sebastian and I also don’t need you to lecture me.

- Seems like you do considering you’ve been sleeping around ever since we came into this house when you’re engaged. - she pointed at the engagement ring on Gwen’s finger but she merely huffed as if Y/N was reprimanding her for something completely unnecessary. - Gwen, your father asked ...

- You’re just being jealous, Y/N. - the handmaid was stunned by those words. Jealous of what? - You’ve always been jealous. You’re jealous that no one has ever looked at you and now you’re trying to destroy my love life.

- You shouldn’t have a love life, you’re engaged. - Y/N tried to reason with the redhead but she was much to head strong to listen. - I’m done discussing this with you.

- Then do me a favour and stop giving your opinion on my engagement.

- I’m just try ...

- Miss Forrest? - one of the maids knocked on the door, creaking it ever so slightly. - Your father’s here.

- My father? - Gwen furrowed her eyebrows, jumping from the bed with her sheets wrapped around her. - Why is my father hre?

- I don’t know. - Y/N shrugged but her mind was certainly going haywire about what could it be. Had he gotten word she had kissed Sebastian? Was he here to fire her. She didn’t know.

- Go distract him. - the heiress pushed Y/N out of the bedroom, locking the door behind her.

The handmaid sighed, wondering if Mr. Forrest was in a good mood or if she was about to be fired. Maybe being fired was a good idea, that would mean she would be as far away from Sebastian as possible. However, little to no people get fired from mob related jobs even if they’re not complete associates. Instead they got to sleep with the fish and Y/N wasn’t a big fan of that.

As she went down the stairs she could see Mr. Forrest in his signature black suit and red tie he had been wearing since he could remember. He always look sophisticated enough for you to wonder if he was some sort of professor in a Russell or Ivy League group. However, he had this air of familiarity which Sebastian lacked, making Sebastian a more austere person to look at. Maybe it was that Y/N had grown up around Mr. Forrest and not Sebastian, but Mr. Forrest was always very approachable.

- Y/N! - he smiled at the sight of the young handmaid. - What happened to your neck?

- My neck? - her hand covered her neck as she realised what was in her neck in full display for everyone who was curious enough to look at. Oh fuck. - Oh ... I burned myself with a curling iron.

- Did they take you to the hospital? - he inspected the marks on her neck.

- No, Mr. Forrest, it is fine. I’ve done it before, it’ll be gone in a few weeks. - she smiled nervously. - So ... we weren’t expecting your visit today, Sir. Is there something the matter?

- I need to speak with Mr. Stan about the Paris’ events. It was a clear lack of security and you two could’ve gotten harmed.

- But it was an ambush, sir. I don’t think it’s his fault. - she shifted her weight from feet to feet, eyes everywhere but his face. - Besides, his first worry was Genevieve. He rushed her out of the hotel once the shots were heard and none of us were harmed.

- Who protected you during the shot?

- My bodyguard. I think it is really unfair to blame Mr. Stan for something he wasn’t expecting, sir. Besides, he took care of Gwen. - she was lying but if she were to tell the father of the heiress that Sebastian had went to her instead of his daughter, they would both be axed off. Not that he would kill Sebastian, he would probably kill her and just yell at Sebastian which, honestly, would have little to no effect on him.

- Living with Mr. Stan really hasn’t changed your forgiven nature, has it? - his expression softened, taking the weight of guilty out of Y/N’s back. - Nevertheless, there is still some affairs that need to be mentioned and discussed, specifically the wedding.

- He’s ready for you, sir. - Amelia spoke out and Mr. Forrest nodded his goodbye to Y/N.

Y/N just stood there, sighing in relief that he seemed to not have any idea that she had locked lips with his daughter’s husband to be and that she had managed to grab Sebastian out of the madness that was him thinking Gwen had been alone.

The young girl sat on the coach, thinking she could take this break to breathe without stress but Gwen soon came down the stairs with Christian behind her whose hand was resting in the back pocket of her jeans. Y/N rolled her eyes, grabbing one of the books from the coffee table and opening it up. She? Jealous? Of what exactly? Just because she wanted them to at least be friendly with each other did not mean she was jealous of Gwen’s engagement.

- Where’s dad?

- He’s in a meeting with Sebastian. - Y/N didn’t even raise her eyes from her book, speaking with a rather bland voice.

- Being mad is childish, Y/N. - she shrugged, stepping to the kitchen to grab a tangerine.

- I’m not mad at you, Gwen.

- If you’re not mad at me then you can cover for me while I go shopping with Christian. - it wasn’t like Y/N was in the place to complain anymore so she just nodded, pulling her legs up so her feet were resting on the couch as she got lost in another one of Austen’s works.

Jane Austen was one of Y/N’s favourite writers despite many book snobs thinking it was overrated. This was mostly due to the intelligence that even subdued female characters seemed to hold and the way she described everything with just the right amount of detail to allow your mind to flow freely into her worlds.

She was much too lost in Mansfield Park’s words to notice Sebastian and Mr. Forrest had walked down the stairs and were now in the living room. This was only brought to her attention once her name was called out by Mr. Forrest, inquiring about his daughter.

- She’s still asleep. - she lied probably for the 100th time today. - Rough night.

- Still adapting to the mattress. - Sebastian added, certain that Y/N was covering for the heiress.

- Ah ... Y/N, I hope you and Gwen come to visit soon. The house has certainly loss youth ever since you two left.

- Of course, Mr. Forrest. - Y/N smiled, waving goodbye as he entered the lift, leaving Y/N and Sebastian in the living room. God, why was the universe still allowing them to be alone in closed environments?

- The maid said you and Gwen were in a fight. Are you okay? - he asked but still kept his distance, the austere like posture still very much presence which was a far cry from the relaxed vibe he used to put out when with her.

- Yeah, she was just ... having a bit of fun with Christian. - Y/N put the book down on the coffee table, wrapping her arms around her knees which were folded close to her chest.

- I can have a word with her if it bothers you.

- It doesn’t bother me. - once again lying. She would never admit it to herself but it bothered her that Gwen could go around being engaged and she couldn’t go around with Sebastian. Someone had to be the moral one.

- Sounds like it does, angel. - there it was, the nickname. - You sure you don’t want me to fire him?

- No, I want you and Gwen to at least be friends. You’re gonna be married and if you’re not attracted to each other you could at least be friends. - Sebastian sat next to her on the luxurious leathered deep couch.

- You have to understand that people don’t get to marry because they’re friends or like each other in this sort of business. It’s not what we do.

- Just because it’s what it’s done doesn’t been it should be done. Do you seriously want to be married for the rest of your life to someone you’re not even friendly with?

- In all honesty Y/N, me and Gwen won’t even live in the same house after we get married. She was to go to LA and I’ll let her go there, we just need to be married, not together or in love.

- I don’t wanna go to LA, it’s too hot. - she spoke out without even putting her thought through the rational part of her brain. - I’ve never left NY, I don’t wanna leave to go to LA.

- Just quit. - he shrugged. - You do know you can quit your job and actually have a life right?

- People don’t quit the mob.

- You’re a handmaid, you’re not exactly part of the mob. Besides, you have a Cambridge degree you can get a job.

- I don’t have any experience besides I’ve never actually did anything other than this. I don’t have experience, I don’t have parents, I don’t have a family at all. - she grimaced at the thought but it was true. She never knew her parents and the only thing she had from them was the necklace from her mother, there was no other immediate family around or if there were Mr. Forrest always said they were dead. At the end of the day, she was by herself in a world that had been shielded away from her. What she knew was being by Gwen’s side and basically making sure she didn’t die. - I don’t have anything to inherit, I have a degree yes but I never actually worked a single day in my life. I don’t have enough money to make a downpayment on a home or to even rent in NY. God, I don’t even have enough money to buy a ticket to get out of NY.

- I’m sorry, Y/N. - he reached his hand out, caressing her jaw which led her to notice a dark mark on his wrist she hadn’t noticed before.

- Is that a tattoo? - her eyes lit with curiosity. - I’ve never noticed that before. When did you got a tattoo?

- When I was 16. Me and my friends faked our parents signatures and got it done at a weird place downtown. My father was livid and I’m pretty sure he died still mad about it.

- Well, it does look very bad. - she bite her lip to hold in a laugh.

- Stop biting your lip, angel. - he said in a warning tone, hand lowering to one of the hickeys near her collarbone. - You are tempting me.

- You should learn to control yourself then.

- I don’t know if I wanna control myself around you.

- I think we suffer from the same thing, then ... Sir.

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sabineelectricheart · 4 years ago

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Mumbling in German

Summary: Victor had a request for Lupin, but Cardia will not let him get away with that so easily.

Rating: K+ - Suitable for more mature childen, 9 years and older, with minor action violence without serious injury. May contain mild coarse language. Should not contain any adult themes.

Words: 1000

Notes: Alemannic German, of which Swiss German is a variant, was (and still is) widely considered to be an inferior language, an accent of poor, unrefined, uneducated people. The standard for the German language was the Bavarian German, spoken in and around Ingolstadt, the main university city in the HRE up to the 17th Century.

"So, you'll ask her for me, then?" Victor asked Lupin, the pale green eyes glistening with hope behind the thick glasses.

"I don't know why you can't just do it yourself, man. I mean, the worst she can do is say no." Lupin pointed out with a non-committed shrug.

The chemist flushed, as his stomach began knotting and he opened his mouth to utter some sort of response that would save some sort of his dignity.

"That being said…" Lupin reiterates, trying to keep Victor from imploding on himself over nerves. "I guess I can make you a solid this time. Yeah, I'll ask her for you."

At this time, it was a bit of an open secret that their in-house experimental scientist had his sights on Cardia Beckford for a while. Lupin understands that, he can see where it comes from. Their whole friend group was interested in the girl at one time or another, but Victor…

Well, the pickpocket wonders if it is too demeaning to compare him to a baby chick, stumbling through the relationship side of things like a bird coming out of its egg. Everything seemed like an unsurmountable challenge, and it actually is quite hard when you regularly devolve into unintelligible mumbling in a grotesque Alemannic German every time you feel ill at ease.

Alas, contrary to him and the rest, the chemist never managed to mature his feelings for the girl, and, honestly, it was getting a little ridiculous at this point. If Cardia was not so out of touch sometimes, she would have probably noticed the train-sized collegiate crush he had for her.

Victor sighed in relief. "Thanks Lupin! I owe you!"

The brunet chuckles with a flaunt of his hands. “Fear not, young man. Arsène Lupin, the great gentleman thief, will provide you with the answer!”

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This exchange had been over three days ago, and Victor was starting to become restless with his friend’s silence.

She probably said no and Lupin is trying to find a way to tell me gently. The chemist weighed. I wonder if it’s too late to return to Zurich or if I ought to consider something further away. New York? Cape Town? Hong Kong?

To be fair, Lupin had said that he would provide him with an answer, he neglected to mention when he would do so.

Trying to get his mind off of things, Victor is reading some unremarkable book on medicine at the library, hoping to be left alone until he is certain of his dark, dark fate.

Yeah, Hong Kong is mighty good.

Suddenly, his relative peace and silence are disturbed when the intricate French doors to the room open and onward comes the reason for his dismay.

"Hi, Victor!" Cardia said as she slid into a well-stuffed, tasteful armchair next to the young chemist, near to a side table and a kerosene lamp. "How have you been?"

"I am as I’ve always been.” He tries to respond on an even, calm voice he used with his odd patients. “I'm just studying, Saint-Germain brought some new journals from Paris this week. How are you?"

"Nothing new happening on your life at all?" Cardia questioned with an amused smile, as if faced by a comedic number.

"Err… no…" Victor said hesitantly.

"Are you sure?" Cardia persisted.

Victor started to blush and squirm under Cardia's intense gaze. She knows, he jumped to conclusions on his mind. She knows and she is going to toy with me before she turns me down, she is going to toy with me for a laugh.

The young man started to devolve into panic. He stared back at her smiling face as his mind continued to race. Maybe she does not know. I am just overreacting. I just need to calm down.

"No. Nothing new." Victor said, trying to stop his blush.

"Hmm…” The brunette tutted. “Nothing you, uh, wanted to ask me?"

Scheisse! Victor thought as his stomach flipped over. Several seconds, which felt like hours to him, passed in a blind panic before he calmed enough to realize that Cardia would never tease him like this if she were only going to turn him down, to try to compose an intelligible answer to her question.

Victor's face turned as red as the Saint George Cross as he fought to find to his tongue.

"Well, err… Yes…" he started. "I… Ich… Ich wollte nur… Ich nehme an… Wenn es dir nichts ausmacht…"

Cardia smiled encouragingly at him, even if she did not understand half of what he was saying, and he went on in a rush.

"I was wondering if you would not like to go out with me!" He finished almost shouting and looked down at his journals, hoping she would not burst out laugh at him. “Oder so…”

God, Victor wanted for the ground to open and swallow him whole. Not only he just had to open up his big, fat mouth, but the words to come out had to be in German, a language he is quite confident she did not speak. A heavily-accented Swiss German, at that.

In the depths of his mind, he knows he defaults to his mother language whenever he gets nervous, as it was hard to maintain the English accent while he was so deep into his catastrophic thoughts and fears, and therefore it was comprehensible, even acceptable. However, such a behaviour did not put his mind at ease, as it certainly did not help him put his best foot forward, not when it makes him sound like a cheese-smelling peasant.

Cardia debated asking him to repeat himself a little slower or with an indoor voice, but she did not suppose the man would be able to stand anymore teasing. It was best to take him out of his misery.

"I’d love to." She replied with a grin. “How about we go to the British Museum on Saturday?”

Victor smiled with relief could only think of one thing to say. "Ja."

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Code: Realize Masterlist

#code realize #victor frankenstein

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the-busy-ghost · 4 years ago

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TSP S02E06 Thoughts

Ok I’m late to the party today so I assume everyone has commented on most of this already and therefore I was just going to quickly sum up any other observations. But I’m only twenty minutes in and I already have SO MANY THOUGHTS

- Apparently Cardinal Wolsey is not allowed to speak to anyone now and if he does this is Suspicious. But since Katherine isn’t exactly talking to her daughter either, tbh Henry is actually quite fair to be all ‘Why would you care’.

- When Henry gets all bitchy towards Wolsey re: the chancellorship, both Wolsey and Katherine’s poker faces should be a reaction image.

- Poor Mary at least she has Margaret Pole

- Ok I would love to go back in time and save all the historical infants from an early death if I could but I STILL don’t understand how the Duke of Ross is still alive. Poor kid should have left the scene six years earlier. AND STILL NO MARGARET DOUGLAS. While I’d like to be hopeful and assume that @glorianas hatesex idea is going to pan out, tbh with the way they’re developing Angus’ character I worry this will be another badly handled r*pe scene, IF they bother to add Margaret Douglas’ birth in at all.

- Smol James is Smol. I would die for all of the children in this show. Protect them at all costs.

- But anyway who tf is ‘Hal’ Stewart. I might be wrong (I haven’t read every source ever) but tbh ‘Hal’ is not a common abbreviation of Henry in Scotland- Harry (Harrie) is much more common as a form of Henry, and is indeed the nickname that Margaret’s third husband was commonly known by. Sadly, ‘Hal’ just makes me want to snigger and make ‘England and St George’ type speeches (though even in that line, tbh, it’s Harry not Hal). “Hal Stewart” sounds like he should have a handlebar moustache and say ‘jolly good’ and fly spitfires. Or like he’s the descendant of expat Scots living in Canada.

- I would be a lot more surprised that Angus is sneaking in and out of places if you weren’t all literally living in a very open house which would be very difficult to defend, I mean what do you expect to happen if you have obvious enemies, very few attendants, and you park yourself in HOLYROOD PALACE

- Cut it off Meg

- Oh wait so YOU’RE not safe there and your own children aren’t safe there but you’re perfectly happy just leaving James IV’s kids there? I should say ‘kid’ singular but I think we’re past waiting for the TSP writers to use google and realise that all of James IV’s other children are over the age of eighteen by 1520. But if Margaret DID have custody of them (which seems unlikely) she’s just dumped a young girl (maybe nine years old? We don’t know but that’s my guess) in a palace with her apparently shitty ex-husband and buggered off up to Edinburgh. Agnes Stewart come pick up your daughter please, don’t leave her here, or at least send your niece back to do it since she already knows the way

- Why are they even including so many offhand remarks bout James IV’s kids so much at all if they plainly don’t know anything about them? Is this ever going to be relevant to the plot? Or did they just want to have them in the first episode to show how ‘hard done by’ Margaret is but then realised they couldn’t just ditch them without losing the audience’s sympathy for her.

- Margaret getting the conveniently placed big old book on marriage law down from the shelf (every household should have one)- but really Meg, you must have seen enough shady divorces in 16th century Scotland to know the name of a good lawyer who could do this for you

- Once again though, does Angus have NO kinsmen or retainers any more? Or was he just cutting about the Canongate on his day off from Being Evil and thought ‘I’ll go check in on the wife then shall I, she’ll have Drink which is also now something I am to be associated with’

- I am LOVING the blatantly Georgian architecture at the gates to a very disappointing Field of the Cloth of Gold. Really TSP should have just gone full Reign and embraced its inaccuracies to make a fun teen show with a load of ridiculous modern dresses, would have been more bearable than this

- I would like to address however, the fact that this show has been going on about how terrible it is for princesses to be married off to older men all season, but what are we now supposed to root for four-year-old Mary to be betrothed to the much older HRE, rather than the dauphin who is MUCH closer in age? Can the writers make their minds up? Who are we supposed to think is in the right?

- Wee Mary’s face when Katherine spoke to her for the first time- that’s probably the first time the kid has ever heard the fancy queen lady actually talk to her though, so I’m not surprised but genuinely it was quite funny.

- Someone save this child please.

- IS THAT CHARLES V- WHY IS CHARLES V HERE?? GOD IT IS JUST UNINVITED GUESTS GALORE THIS EPISODE

- Also I may be wrong but I’m pretty sure he can’t just ride across France to get to the English Pale with only a couple of attendants and w/o a safe conduct or any other notification that he’s coming? This is just Margaret Tudor riding unattended through the Borders all over again.

- Gotta love Katherine just producing him out of nowhere though, the writers really do not care about the holes they dig themselves into but the implication that Katherine can just summon emperors whenever she likes is fantastic (does she keep him in a box??)

- Katherine about the horse- “He’s trained to kill a man with a single kick”. Don’t even hesitate Guerrero, you have four legs and there’s apparently three sixteenth century kings in the area, go to town

- Charles V just buggering off again, fading into the background like he was just Katherine’s own personal imperial amazon delivery man

- Have they decided to have the Evil May Day in 1520? Why?

- *Henry and Francis approach* *Theme from the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly plays*

- FUCK WOLSEY’S DAVID ATTENBOROUGH NARRATION REALLY MADE ME LAUGH, CHRIST I THINK I BROKE SOMETHING

“What a magnificent sight, two kings meeting for the first time, this rare species, almost never seen in daylight, both approach the watering hole...”

TBH I think their coordinated bow should also have had some narration Wolsey, if you really want Attenborough’s job after him. But it’s even funnier because they both genuinely looked so awkward stepping slowly towards each other, I just can’t

- Henry’s been buying his crowns from the same Burger King Autumn Range as Chris Pine in Outlaw King I see

- FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT PLEASE BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER I GENUINELY THINK THAT WOULD BE FUNNY I HAVE SEEN POSH BOYS FIGHTING THEY’RE TERRIBLE BUT IT’S REALLY FUNNY

- Pfft Wolsey’s evident panic is funny but I would like to copyright Stafford’s little eyebrow twitch where he’s obviously thinking ‘Let me hold your coat Henry’

- Katherine of Aragon following at a slower pace while Claude gives her a sideways glance is also mildly amusing, like KOA could not look less bothered. I know the wrestling was historically accurate but honestly Henry and Francis being all aggressive like they’re actually willing to kill each other when I bet they just get outside and hug weirdly is probably going to be hilarious.

- Once again Maggie, please take that child and RUN

- I was right, it IS funny. Please Wolsey we need more Attenborough narration for this fight.

- Everyone standing around occasionally clapping awkwardly and looking vaguely unimpressed is like what would have happened in Bridget Jones if Hugh Grant and Colin Firth’s fight scene wasn’t soundtracked.

- Yeah so the wrestling was accurate but tbh I’m not sure that Henry staggering out of the ring looking like James II right before a stabbing is. In my experience if a ginger monarch in tights is wearing that expression you run, no matter who you are.

#TSP #Margaret Tudor #Ranting again #There was just too much nonsense and we're not even halfway through #I am genuinely enjoying how ridiculous this is though

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mollysmythtymsyllom · 4 years ago

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A thousand responses sprung to Aoife’s mind as the younger blonde fired her questions but the hurt that she felt stopped her replying to any of them. Instead she carried on walking until they were outside the bar and heading towards her car. Feeling far enough away she slowed though her grip on Sam didn’t ease at all. “How are you feeling?” she asked, realising rather belatedly that the woman didn’t have a jacket on and there was a definite chill to the air. “The car is just down here.”

Justin’s words were going round in her head. It felt like the first time she had had any kind of confirmation that Sam actually liked her and the effort she felt like she had been making might be worth it. But then the image of Sam and that man kept popping up, like a bad dream and Aoife didn’t know if she could clear her head of that. They reached the car and she opened the door for Sam to get in first before walking round to the driver’s side. “Are you well enough to go home or do we need to seek medical advice?” she asked bluntly. She couldn’t be sure what Sam had taken although she didn’t seem to be reacting to it particularly or indeed if the barmaid needed to get Plan B or anything like that given the way the pair had tumbled out of the restroom. Aoife visibly shuddered at that thought as she started the engine, waiting for the answer to know whether they were heading to a hospital or her house. One thing she did know was she couldn’t leave Sam alone tonight. @itsrogersandco

If Sam wasn’t as intoxicated as she was, she would have been dealing with a lot of guilt. That emotion would have to wait until the next morning. For now, the drugs were starting to kick in on top of the alcohol she had already used to numb her pain. She forgot her own question almost as quickly as she had asked them, her shock at seeing Aoife turning into joy. She was happy that Aoife was there, because the man in the bar was already gone from her memories. She tilted her head, smiling in a bit of a daze when Aoife asked her how she was feeling. “I’m feelin’ grate, babe, on cloud nine,” she wasn’t picking up on the other’s distress.

She followed Aoife to the car without asking where they were going. She bit her lip, ready to try and kiss the older woman, but she was helped into the car and the door closed in her face. Sam pouted for a moment, then sighed and leaned her head against the window. When Aoife got into the car, Sam looked hre way. “You’re mad.” It wasn’t a question. She was now picking up on the mood. “I don’t need a doctor, I do this all the time.” Well, at least she was more likely to tell the truth right now.

#Samantha Lance #Aoife:Sam #itsrogersandco

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badwolfwrites-sometimes · 5 years ago

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Drawn Together: Chapter 9

Slightly early with this, but who cares. Before you go on reading this one, I have a few people I’d like to thank for making this chapter possible. I’d like to thank @aph-germany and @poteredifata in the GerIta chat for sharing their Chibitalia x HRE headcanons. I can’t thank them enough. Enjoy.

'Their whole world changed after that. Otto stopped blushing as often as he used to and Alice wasn't as carefree as she used to be, opening up her shy side to Otto. It was unusual, but it was perfect. They just had to hide it really well.

Of course, they told Elizabeta the minute they saw her when they returned. She congratulated them and baked them a cake to celebrate. Alice also got to cry her eyes out about her parents' death on someone who knew what that was. She got better over time, thinking about her brother and how to sneak a few kisses with Otto while he was studying.

However hard they tried to hide it, other people noticed something was different about the two of them. Luckily, The Queen didn't for now, as Otto pestered her with endless deals on getting Romano to serve at their castle. Otto has been fighting that battle for a long while, almost as long as getting to go to Venice. He just hoped to save Alice's brother before it was too late.

Their one issue now was sharing a bed. Elizabeta made it very clear on multiple ocassions that she would not have them share a bed anymore. She was fighting a losing battle though, Otto would never let Alice go back to servants' chambers. It was something he would not allow even over his dead body. Alice stood neutral here. On one hand, she understood Elizabeta's worries. On the other, she just couldn't live without Otto's sweet goodnight kisses.

Speaking of kisses, they would steal them from each other whenever they could, whenever they were absolutely sure no one was looking. They would often kiss in Elizabeta's presence. She wouldn't tell anyone after all. No matter how much it annoyed her.'

Feliciano giggled. Something about Ludwig's writing gave away that he was never truly in love before. It was sweet but sad at the same time. Feliciano didn't know what he would do in a world without love. Any kind of love. He just assumed he would be horribly unhappy with everything. The irony.

"Maybe Lovi feels that way too?" He said to himself, not even realizing he said it out loud.

"I think I should apologise." He said, this time he meant to say it out loud, and got up from the bed. On the way down he spotted Romeo entering their yard. So he's home too now.

Feliciano found Lovino sitting at the table, his face covered by his arms as he clutched the phone in his hand. This was a sign to Feliciano that Lovino has been terribly hurt.

Feliciano sat by his side and Lovino offered him a small glance before returning to his wailing. Feliciano took a deep breath.

"Hey, Lovi." He said.

Lovino didn't move. "What?"

"I'm sorry about before. I shouldn't have snooped around your phone. I just want you to know that I support you, so... yeah..."

Lovino smiled, but Feliciano couldn't see it. "Thanks."

Romeo entered the house in that moment. Feliciano put his arm around Lovino's back and whispered in his ear, careful so that Romeo couldn't hear. "Tell Toni that if he ever hurts you, I will personally cremate him before his time."

Lovino laughed. Sincerely laughed. The wonderful sound reserved only for those closest to Lovino. Feliciano was taken aback for a moment, not expecting his brother to laugh at that.

"Thanks, Feli." Lovino said.

Romeo entered the kitchen in that moment. "What's all this family bonding without me?" He asked.

Feliciano laughed. "Nothing, Meo. I was telling Lovi about the story. They kissed by the way."

"Oh that's cute. I wish someone would smooch smooch me." Romeo laughed and grabbed some juice from the fridge.

"Me too." Feliciano added.

Lovino rolled his eyes, grabbing Feliciano by his back and pulling him closer. "Now, you two. We must act the good old fashioned Christian way. That means no smooching until you're married with children."

"You sound like Nonno!" Romeo squeeled.

"No, I don't." Lovino calmly said.

"Yeah, you do! Tell him Feli!"

"You did sound like Nonno just now!" Feliciano added.

"You guys need to check your hearing." Lovino remarked.

"Anyway, can I read you guys some parts from the story? It's kinda lonely to read upstairs alone." Feliciano asked.

"Okay." Romeo answered.

"I guess." Lovino added.

"Sweet! I'll go get the book."

While Feliciano was climbing up to his room to get the book, Lovino and Romeo made themselves comfortable on the sofa and a couch, leaving Feliciano with his trusty old bean bag. He returned soon after that.

"Okay so, for context, Otto's a prince, Alice is a maid from Venice and they are very in love. Elizabeta is their friend and the Queen is a bitch." Both boys snorted out at Feliciano's swearing. He only ever does that when he hates someone. "And they had their first kiss on the Rialto Bridge in last chapter. That's all you need to know for now."

"Okay. Get to the story." Lovino commented.

"Alright, here it goes." Feliciano said and read aloud.

'One such instance happened a few days ago, when Alice forced Otto to help her and Elizabeta out while baking cookies. The two had been fairily normal for a short while, until Otto got some flour on his nose.

"Aww! Look at him, Betty. He's so cute." Alice teased.

"Indeed he is. You got some flour on your nose, darling." Elizabeta added.

Otto blushed his signature red, but as he went to wipe it away from his nose, Alice reached and did it for him. Elizabeta rolled her eyes. Otto covered his face with his hands. With hands full of flour.

"Ugh!" Alice groaned. He might be her beautiful prince, but he's her idiot as well.

This time Elizabeta decided to wipe it away. With a rough rag, leaving Otto's face redder than before.

"That looks like it hurts." Alice commented, gently running her fingers up and down Otto's cheeks.

"It does. Please don't do that, love." He said, placing his hand on Alice's, removing it from his face.

Alice smiled. "Well, that means there's no other place for me to kiss other than your lips." Leaning in, she pecked Otto.

Smiling, he pulled her back in for a longer kiss. As cute as it was for her, Elizabeta was starting to get sick of all this romance, shooing them both away to their room. She grinned to herself once they left. All these leftover cookies for her.'

"I would do that too!" Romeo commented.

"Of course you would." Lovino answered back, a tone of sarcasm and amusement in his voice.

Feliciano rolled his eyes at his two brothers and continued.

'Other than baking and annoying Elizabeta, the two also engaged in activities involving sneaking out. Mostly at night.

Since Elizabeta prohibited any kind of cuddling at night by building a wall between them, they had to find other alternatives. This included their favorite activity: stargazing.

Back in the days when her grandfather was alive, Alice used to sneak out to find him sitting in their garden, looking up the stars with tears in his eyes.

"Your grandma is out there, Alice. She's waiting for all of us with her homemade cookies. The sky is her cookie tray. Look right there," he used to tell her as she got herself comfortable in his lap, pointing at the stars, "that's The Big Dipper, your grandma's favorite cookie. See how big it is, see how the stars make wonderful decorations on it. Soon, you'll bake like that too." He would say.

Alice looked back on those days with strange fondness and sadness. Everyone but her and Romano went to see grandma and eat her cookies. What a horrible lonely feeling it was.

"Alice? Are you alright?" Otto asked her one night when she got too quiet.

"I'm just thinking of my family. They are all up there eating grandma's cookies while Romano and I are still here on this world, suffering." She answered, wiping away a few tears that treathened to fall down her cheeks.

Otto brought her closer to himself, resting his arm around Alice's tiny back, kissing her neck and shoulder slowly. "I know it's hard, love, but you have got to keep your chin up. They left this world having so much hope for you and your brother. Now really isn't the time to disappoint them. I know you wish you could join them, but they would be sad knowing that you never got to see the world properly. Raise your chin far up so that they could see your smile. And so that I can kiss you properly."

Alice laughed, her little prince has become obsessed with her kisses, but who was she to deny him. She did as she was told, raising her chin up so that their lips could meet without obstacles. It was strange how every new kiss became sweeter and sweeter each time, almost like Otto had been stealing her caramels.

"Have you been stealing my caramels?" Alice asked, pulling back from the kiss.

Otto's entire face heated up, any attempts to cover it would just reveal to Alice that he had in fact been stealing them. Which was anything but good. So he just blinked his eyes and gave her a sheepish smile, hoping that she would forgive him.

Alice made an attempt to look mad, but failed. She laughed for a bit, pinching Otto's cheeks. "They make your kisses sweeter." Otto sighed in relief, she forgave him.

Looking back up, Alice smiled. "You know, there are so many constellations up there. Do you know any?" She asked.

"Just a few. I was never that much of a star lover." Otto answered.

"Well," Alice started, smirking, "that's about to change. See that one over there," she pointed to a big cluster of stars to their upper left, "that's Big Mouse."

Otto laughed. "I'm pretty sure Big Mouse doesn't exist."

Alice huffed out, visibly offended by his statement. "Of course it does! Are you calling me, the granddaughter of one of Venice's richest sailors, a liar?"

Otto had to cover his mouth to prevent any more giggles from escaping his mouth. "Alright, alright, you're right. Okay then, what's this one called?" He pointed to their upper right to a small group of stars.

"Oh that's Ginny." Alice said confidently.

Otto smiled, Lord, she was playing him, but she was too cute and confident in this. "How is that a constellation?" He asked.

"Because I said so." Alice said nonchalantly.

"Then," Otto smirked, "what's this cute one called?" And he pointed at her.

Alice blushed a light pink color, poking Otto's nose before answering: "I'm not a constellation, I'm your girlfriend." And she kissed him with the biggest smile on her face.'

"Aww, they are adorable, aren't the-" Feliciano stopped, looking around. Both of his brothers have fallen asleep while he was reading. Worse, Feliciano could not find it inside himself to wake them up.

Instead, he got a clever idea. He run up the stairs as quietly as he could, not even stumbling once on that one pesky stair from nightmares, and up to his room for the only thing no one can live without. The phone.

Feliciano grabbed it from its charging. He didn't use it much, not because he didn't want to, but because his battery would drain after a single use. He should really buy a new one. Feliciano opened Whatsapp and quickly looked for Antonio's number. His battery at 50%.

His mind went blank for a minute. He knew what he wanted to say, but he didn't know how to put it in words. Writing and erasing a few times, he settled for something fairily simple.

♡~Feli~♡: Heyy ♡~Feli~♡: Listen I know about you and Lovi ♡~Feli~♡: Please take good care of my brother ♡~Feli~♡: I dont want to find him beaten in the trash can

Feliciano shut his phone off, his battery dropping to 15%, and put it back to charging, ready to return to his reading.

He walked back to the living room, kissing Lovino's, then Romeo's, foreheads and returned to his wonderful love story between Alice and Otto.

'Their happiness continued on for two years. Otto had to deal with his mother's constant nagging on when he'll find a suitable wife to marry and bear him children. He persisted, claiming that he wasn't ready, although, in reality, he had many plans on how he'll ask Alice to marry him.

Alice was at her happiest, she found her brother and they were living peacefully together. Romano was left in the dark about her developed relationship with Otto. It was better this way, she wouldn't want him to freak out.

Their relationship kept on going steady, much to Elizabeta's dismay, as the two would be kissing in every single corner of the castle, preventing her from doing her job as a maid. She was glad that they were happy, but they could always tone it down a little.

They found a new activity, which was perfect as it was a continuation of their previous one. Watching the sunrise was now their moment, cuddling close to each other in the garden and kissing the moment sun peaked out in the sky. It was beautiful. It was their own.

"What in the world?" They heard someone asking from across the garden, breaking their moment, both looking at the source of the voice. Otto's heart broke when he saw a shining crown on said person's head. This can't be happening. They could run. They could run as fast as they can as far away as they can. But they could not move a single muscle. Their bodies were like stones, sitting unmoving in the claws of time.

The person, now identified as The Queen herself, marched forward to them. Her fists clenched until her knuckles turned pure white, the wide steps she was taking in her walk drew Otto and Alice closer together. They braced for the impact.

The Queen grabbed Alice by her hair and yanked her away from Otto, making her fall into the rose bush. Otto reacted instantly, rising on his feet to fight off his mother and help Alice, but his actions only earned him a slap across his face. Alice cried out, irritating the Queen further who proceeded to step on the side of her torso with her heels. Luckily for Alice, the majority of the Queen's weight wasn't on the foot that was steping on her, otherwise, Alice would have died. She had to defend herself from her son after all.

"So this is what you have chosen? A filthy maid? I raised you to do better than this, you poor excuse of a human! This is how you repay me for birthing you!" She hit Alice with her shoe, driving the poor girl further into the thorny bushes. "This good for nothing, ugly maid!" The Queen hit Alice one more time before Otto managed to push her down, breaking free from the Queen's defensive hands.

He jumped at her, pulling her hair out and trying desparately to give Alice some time to run away. Alice wished she could have, but the Queen grabbed at her hair with no intention of ever letting go, not to mention that she could barely move in the thorns and from the pain on her side.

The Queen had no intention of fighting with her son either, calling for the nearby guards to take her mad son away. They did that in an instant, grabbing at Otto and pulling him away as he tried to break free and help his beloved. The tears were already welling up in his eyes, the pain of losing Alice breaking him into dust like pieces.

The Queen finally stood on her feet, taller than ever before. "Take him inside, I will deal with this pest here." She said, pointing to Alice who was crying harder than ever before. "Be quiet, you rat! You started this all! You are going to pay for it!" She yelled, dragging poor Alice away by her hair. She tried to break free, but it was all in vain. She could only scream for her beloved as they were both being taken away from each other.

The sun on the horizon no longer shone. Its shine had been taken away by the clouds. Dark days were upon these children. The hardest days of their lives.'

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