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spring wildflowers: glory-of-the-snow, siberian squill, grape hyacinth

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for all the YOI fanfic author, p.2

Oh wow, let me tell you, I really didn't expect the previous post on Russian culture to blow up ahaha (Here’s the link to it, in case you’re wondering: https://kailedger.tumblr.com/post/621351027189350400/for-all-the-yoi-fanfic-authors) But since it did, I decided to make a part two, sort of? It's not gonna be about mistakes in fanfiction, but more about things English-speaking authors don't mention simply because they don't know they exist.

I’ll give you the general info and then maybe throw some thoughts about how specific YOI characters would relate to that info in my personal opinion.

HOLIDAYS. We have a lot of those TBH, but I'll mention the most important ones - the ones for which we have official days off. I mean, yeah, you can find a list of those in Wikipedia, if you want, but it doesn't actually tell you the reality of things. I've already mentioned the New Year in the previous post, so let’s skip it.

23rd of February is the Defender of the Fatherland Day. It's actually for those who served in the army, but the tradition is to congratulate everyone who's male. Must have something to do with the fact that on 8th of March we have an International Women's Day, when we congratulate everyone who's female. Doesn't really make sense to me, since, you know, there are women in the army too. And a lot of men haven't served a day in their life, what the hell do I have to thank them for? (Here's an example: my dad used to be in the navy, submarine's captain actually, and every year when I congratulate him, he says something along the lines of "Why? There was no war conflict when I served". That's him being humble, but still, the point is there).

ANYWAY! We're not very big on celebrations of these two holidays, most of the time you just give a call to your respective male/female friends and relatives, give flowers to the ladies and just... enjoy your day off?

 Next one is the May holidays. Those are usually on the 1-3 of May, the official name (as Wiki states) is "The Day of Spring and Labour". Honestly, no one uses it lol We just say "the first May holidays" (since we also have the second, that's how much we don't wanna work in May; kinda ironic the holiday is called "the day of labour").

You don't congratulate anyone on this day, usually you just have a couple of days off. If we're lucky, the weather would be nice and then people go to the countryside to have a (oh my god, this is gonna be a mouthful) SHASHLYKI. We'll get back to this thing, and you know why? Since if you want someone to embrace the real Russian culture, you would make them go to shashlyki, trust me.

 The second May holiday is the Victory Day, and it's kinda... controversial in a way. It is a big celebration for the victory in World War II. Soviet Union suffered a lot during the war with the Nazi Germany, St. Petersburg was under the siege for more than TWO YEARS. And this holiday is both somber and happy since thanks to our ancestors we survived this hell and are now able to live in peace. The celebration is pretty big on official levels - there are military parades everywhere, concerts, people thank the war veterans (there are precious few of them left by now). When I was still in school, they made us visit those parades every year. Guess what? I've never been to a single parade since I graduated. It's not that I don't value the heroism of people who fought in WWII, it's that I think our government uses this holiday to brag how great we are (or, rather, THEY are), 'cause they haven't done anything worth of praise since 1945, which is... depressing, when you think of it. The ridiculous thing is the parade was canceled this year due to coronavirus, but GUESS WHAT? They've used BILLIONS OF DOLLARS to still have it on 24th of June. While the rate of people getting sick is still abnormally high. All because on the 1st of July we're having a vote on the constitution amendments and our government needs an extra boost in patriotism from our people (should I mention some of the amendments are homophobic? Yeah, it sucks).

Well... that was a rant completely offtopic lol. But, you know, this is the opinion of the most people below the age of 35. Also a huge problem here in Russia. Anyway, as I was saying. Used to be a really great holiday where we thanked the veterans and were reminded of the price they paid. Now it's just a sad excuse for the government to waste money sigh

So, a day off. Some fireworks, a hell lot of traffic problems due to parades. Not much else, if you're from the younger generation.

 Same thing goes to the 12th of June. Officially a "Russia Day", but since up until the point I graduated from the uni I had summer holidays, I barely even acknowledged the holiday, cause I didn't have to study/work anyway. So like... I lived my whole life here in Russia, and I have no idea why we celebrate this holiday on the 12th of June. I can google it right now, but that kind of would contradict my point here lol.

The last one is on the 3-4 of November. I think it's called something like "Unity Day", but, again, no idea why. Most of the time we just call it "the November holidays" or even "fall holidays". Honestly, most of the time we just care about the days off, especially if the holiday is supposed to be "patriotic". (When I put it like this, we kinda sound like assholes. Probably cause we are lol).

Birthdays mainly depend on the specific person. I used to love my birthdays and it was a big holiday for me when I was a kid, but then I turned 18 and it kinda lost its charm. You still celebrate it, especially if the date is something like 30, 35, 40, 45 and so on. But it gets less and less exciting over the years. I gather my friends at home and just have drinks, my fiance goes to a bar on his birthday. Not very... celebratory, ya know?

So. YOI characters. ALL OF THEM would definitely celebrate New Year. They would probably send some congratulations on 23rd of February and 8th of March. It you think of the Russian rinkmates as friends, they can go the countryside together on the first May holidays, but not actually do anything on the Victory Day (Yakov may attend the parade since he’s from the older generation). Nothing specific to do on 12th of June or November holidays, most likely the rink would be closed, so, like, just a day off.

  And now to the important stuff. SHASHLYKI. Oh my god guys, I’m so excited, cause this is one of those things that is AWESOME in Russian culture. And also makes most of the foreigners really confused. But it has some similarities with the American barbeque gatherings, I think.

First of all, many of us live in big cities (like I live in St. Petersburg for example), but we still have countryside houses. Sometimes it’s where our grandparents live, sometimes we buy it specifically. The thing is – we usually go to these places we call “dacha” to have some rest from the noise of the big city and enjoy the fresh air. Usually dachas have gardens, my mom is crazy about all this greenery stuff (I personally don’t see what’s the big deal with taking care of the plants, but I was told it comes with age ;D).

And to enjoy the experience even more we have shashlyki. It’s usually grilled meat (chicken, pork, whichever you prefer) and vegetables, but the process is what makes it really fun. Most families have their own recipes for marinated meat, you prepare it beforehand. Then, on the day, you make some snacks (salted pickles and fresh vegetables come to my mind immediately; pickles are like a must-have, it’s almost an obligatory food since it goes really well with vodka lol). While some of the people sit around the table, have drinks and catch up, there’s usually one person responsible for grilling meat. And this process is very important – it’s gotta be cooked on the brazier with actual flame (or, more like, coals). You put pieces of meat on a metallic skewer and then grill it (I think there’s the word “kebab”, but we usually use it to describe an entirely different meal, so, shashlyk it is). And let me tell you – having a freshly grilled shashlyk with some vegetables and a drink like wine (or vodka if you’re into it) is the best feeling in the world.

So you’re enjoying the fresh air, really tasty meal, have some drinks with family or/and friends. A pretty common thing (not for everyone, but I personally love it) is having someone play the guitar and sing songs around the campfire. The songs we sing are usually either stupid or old, and you would never just casually listen to those on your own, but when the time comes and you sit with the guitar, somehow EVERYONE knows the lyrics. The point is to have fun, not make a concert out of it :)

I actually think that Victor and the rest of the gang would at least try to give Yuuri (and other non-Russians, who knows) this kind of experience. I also headcanon someone (Otabek or maybe Victor himself) knowing how to play the guitar. But I wouldn’t trust Victor with the grilling, honestly, it requires a lot of attention, and… well… you all know what Victor is like ;D

  And since we’re on the topic of music, let’s discuss it. Me and a dear friend of mine @clarie-foster, who also happens to be both Russian and a YOI fan, had a lot of headcanons on this.

What you need to know, is when it comes to music, here in Russia we’re pretty flexible. The popular music is the one you can here everywhere, it’s on European and American charts, like, I dunno, Beyonce, Ed Sheeran, Gaga etc. There’s Russian pop-music and, honestly, it sucks lol. Most of the time I listen to it cause it��s dumb and catchy. There are some good artists, of course, I can throw you a couple of name bands like “Ночные Снайперы”, “Сплин”, “Би-2”, but the songs are in Russian, and although the lyrics are pretty damn good, they’re kinda hard to understand if you don’t know the language (I mean, just reading the translation won’t give you the whole experience). And those bands are… depressing? In a way? Not that the songs are extremely dark or something, but you kind of listen to those in a melancholic mood. Me and one of my best friends used to go out on the balcony in summer, sit wrapped in a blanket and listen to those songs. Great experience, if a little sad.

BUT. There’s the old pop-music. We have some of those artists, who were really popular when my parents were young and somehow still popular these days. Their music is honestly average – the tunes might be catchy, the lyrics are mediocre at best, but… when you have a little bit to drink, you get in that mood, where you start singing those old pop-songs. And it’s not like listening to ABBA or, I don’t know, A-ha, since those are classic and still good these days. Russian pop-songs SUCK, they’re horrible, but somehow that is the best kind of music when you’re drunk.

I personally think Victor is one of those people who would totally jam to the old Russian pop. It’s funny, since most of it is from female singers (There’s literally a song from a Russian singer Irina Allegrova called “Go crazy, wild empress”, no kidding). I just can picture him so clearly being drunk and singing those old songs with abandon lol.

Mila would probably join him while laughing hysterically. Georgi too, since he’s a drama queen. And Yuri would make all kinds of disgusted faces.

 Two facts which I have never seen being mentioned in fanfiction, which is really weird. So Victor lives in St. Petersburg, as we all saw from those last scenes in the anime (in the background you can see actual places from St. P like our sports stadium). And St. Petersburg is mostly known for two things: bridges and white nights.

WHITE NIGHTS OH MY GOD. I don’t want to go to deep into the details since I don’t really understand the nature of this thing (something to do with sun not really going down? I dunno), but in summer, especially in June and July it basically doesn’t get dark in St. Petersburg. I mean, the sun does go down, you can see the sunset and everything, but the sky stays like… white-grey, almost as though it’s midday, just cloudy. Like we’re in the middle of white nights right now, and the darkest hour is around 1 am, but even then it doesn’t really get dark at all. A lot of people from other cities and countries get confused by it, like, there was this time when Stephen Colbert was a guest on a Russian talk-show and he had a hilarious convo with the host. It was something like this: “So I’ve been in St. Petersburg for one day. It has lasted for 46 hours. Please tell me if the sun will ever go down, ‘cause I’m going crazy”.

For us common people white nights can get really annoying, if your curtains are not black-out, you can have a hard time falling asleep (since, you know, it’s too freaking bright outside). But it’s actually really great for late-night walks and is considered really romantic.

And, speaking of romantic, the bridges! What’s so special about those, you’d think. So St. Petersburg is built on the river Neva – it’s like really big, has a lot of tributaries and distributaries and flows through the whole city. Hence why we have tons of bridges.

And those bridges are drawing bridges, meaning they are separated in the middle by a special mechanism and are being lifted in the air so that the trade ships can pass underneath them. The most impressive one is the Palace Bridge – it’s one of the main sightseeing spots in the city. For most tourists it’s obligatory to visit St. Petersburg and see the drawing of the Palace Bridge. It happens at night, around the time of 1 am or 2 am. It’s really pretty, cause there are lights everywhere, you can see the ships passing by and the view of this huge structure being lifted in the air is really magnificent. Combine it with the white nights and you’ll have one of the most romantic dates you can have here in Russia.

(On the more realistic and depressing note: despite the drawing of the bridges being really beautiful, it’s SUCH a pain in the ass for the regular people. Like, because of the drawing you can’t really get from one side of the city to another. For example, I live in the northern part and if for some reason I couldn’t get to it from the center of the city before the drawing of the bridges, I’m stuck till like 4 or 5 am. Subway only opens at 6 am, and although we have a couple of bridges which never draw, those are on the outskirts of the city, so taking an uber and driving there would cost you a lot of money and also would take like and extra hour or so. Thankfully, the drawing of the bridges lasts only from April to October-November, while the ship navigation on the Neva river is possible).

Last, but not least, SOCIAL MEDIA.

So, like, Instagram is pretty popular in Russia and so is Twitter. But what people rarely mention is our own social media site – Vkontakte (www.vk.com, if you’re interested). It started to become popular in like… 2008, I think? Basically it used to be and knock-off from Facebook, even the color scheme is the same. It became more and more popular over the years, since Facebook was never really a thing in Russia (like, I had a profile there, but I’ve never used it). Now it’s like… if you don’t have a VK profile, it’s super weird lol. I communicate with most of my friends through it, since it has a lot of really cool features: chats, group chats, communities, music, videos and photos. It’s gotten so big that VK even hosts its own music festival each year with a lot of popular Russian artists.

Victor is a social butterfly, so he would definitely have a VK profile. So would Mila, Yuri and Georgi, I personally think most of their communication would be through it. Maybe they would even force Yuuri to create a profile, but he’s not really into social media much, so he wouldn’t really use it.

 I think that’s it for now. Like I said, if you have any questions, feel free to ask, I would be happy to answer! ;)

[gumnut-logic]

We’ll Be Home For Christmas 5.1

Title: We’ll be home for Christmas

Day Five – Here on Tracy Island – Part 1 Prologue | 1.1 | 1.2 | 2.1 | 2.2 | 2.3 | 3.1 | 3.2 | 3.3 | 3.4 | 3.5 | 4.1 | 4.2 | 4.3 | 4.4 | 4.5 | 4.6 | 5.1

Author: Gumnut

20 Jun 2020

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: The boys can’t fly home for Christmas, so they have to find another way.

Word count: 3313

Spoilers & warnings: language and so, so much fluff. Science!Gordon. Artist!Virgil, Minor various ships, mostly background.

Timeline: Christmas Season 3, I have also kinda ignored the main storyline of Season 3. The boys needed a break, so I gave them one. Post season 3B, before Season 3C cos I started this fic before we saw it.

Author’s note: For @scattergraph​​​​​. This is my 2019 TAG Secret Santa fic :D

No, I haven’t forgotten about this fic, and yes, it hit the six month mark about two weeks ago. I started writing this 8 Dec 2019. I’m nearly there.

Landmark, though. It is now officially my longest Thunderbirds fic, overtaking Gentle Rain today at around 60,000 words, depending on which word processing program it is sitting in. Never expected it to be this long.

This chapter pretty much wrote itself. It is almost like a role call of the five brothers and their states of mind. So a little bit of all the bros in this. I hope you enjoy.

Many thanks to @i-am-chidorixblossom​​​ @scribbles97​​​​​ and @onereyofstarlight​​​​​ for reading through various bits, fielding my many wibblies, and for all their wonderful support.

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

Day Five: Here on Tracy Island

Virgil woke late the next morning. It was a pleasant awakening, slipping from deep sleep to doze to a peaceful warmth beneath the covers. His room was dark. Darker than his cabin on A Little Lightning and with decidedly less sway.

He lay there for a while, enjoying the lack of need to get up and do anything and the absence of pain. He had slept the sleep of the dead and was thoroughly rested. There was something to be said about sleeping in your own bed at home that no holiday anywhere could provide.

But honestly, he wasn’t one to sit and do nothing for long, his brain kicking into gear while he lay there, listing off things waiting to be done. A visit to Two to reassure himself she had been checked over and was ready should she be needed. Not that he didn’t trust his family, it was just for his own peace of mind.

He should be able to get away with it so long as he didn’t spend too much time down there.

It took him a full half an hour of random rumination to realise that it was Christmas Day.

Oh shit.

The clock said eleven am.

His family...

He sat up abruptly and was thoroughly reminded of how stupid such a move was.

Oh, for the love of...

He grunted and rolled over until his face was smothered in his pillow.

The medic in his brain listed off the reasons why he shouldn’t have done that and why he needed to be careful and, goddamnit, he was sick of this. It was only an appendix, for crying out loud.

Stupid surgery.

That could have been so much worse.

He was being a spoilt child.

He let out a breath into his pillow, its warmth wrapping around his face. Another week and he would be fine.

But now, it was eleven oh five on Christmas morning and he was holding his family up.

He clambered out of bed with minimal complaint from his body, into the shower, a shave and into his familiar red flannel, jeans and boots.

It was such a comfort to be home.

He blow-dried his hair, gelled it up and made himself presentable.

The man who stared at him from his bathroom mirror was one appendix less and a whole pile of experience more.

He hummed to himself, tasting the notes in his throat. He could feel the soft whale skin under his fingertips, hear the lap of the water, the breeze in his hair...

And the music.

His eyes were closed without permission, the imagery taking over his mind. His fingers tapped against the bathroom vanity marking out the beat and rhythm of what he was trying to say, the pictures warping into abstract and lack of understanding.

Salty and long spoken, the notes repeated.

He didn’t know how long he stood there under the bathroom light, eyes seeing another world somewhere below the ocean surface.

By the time he shook off the haze it was eleven forty-five.

Almost lunchtime.

Alan would be foaming at the bit.

He pushed himself away from the sink and killed the light. Walking carefully across his room, he shook himself, rolling his shoulders. Get it together, Virgil. Your family is waiting for you.

Out through the door, down the corridor and, screw the stairs, he was taking the elevator.

It swallowed him whole.

-o-o-o-

Gordon had been up since before the sun. It was a sign that he was home. A session in the pool brought familiarity into the equation. There was definitely a difference between swimming in the pool versus the ocean and it had nothing to do with water salinity.

The ocean was beautiful and he adored it. But the pool sported no threat, no need to monitor his surroundings beyond the presence of a mischievous brother or two, leaving him to be able to focus on his stroke and let his mind wander.

The pleasant warmth of well used muscles pulling him forward through the water, simple thought processing...and considering the last few days, there were a lot of thoughts awaiting examination.

Some he had managed while piloting A Little Lightning on the home stretch, but there were still more needing answers and tactical decisions.

Sam. Mel. Scott. John. Virgil.

As far as he knew, Scott was still planning on inviting the neighbours over today. That would place Sam within reach of the apparently resistant Virgil.

He understood where both men were coming from. Virgil needed time and Sam was just a ball of eager energy.

Gordon was stuck between the two.

Push came to shove, he would side with Virgil regardless. He had too. But he really didn’t want to be divisive. If Virgil would talk just a little, it would help not only Sam and himself, but it might assuage the ball of worried energy that was Scott.

His arms sliced through water until he reached the end of the lane, his body automatically flipping and turning into the push off surge in the opposite direction. Air, splash and his hands slicing through the water again.

Okay, he would admit that he was worried himself. At first it was just amazing. His brother could sing to whales! A breakthrough. But yesterday he witnessed exactly how spaced Virgil became when singing and everything screamed wary. Humpback whales were beautiful creatures, but so big and so possibly unintentionally dangerous.

He couldn’t let Virgil anywhere near a whale alone. It just wasn’t safe. There was so much they didn’t know and the urge to protect his gentle brother just swelled in his heart.

They needed to investigate further. Find out exactly what was going on. Make sure his brother was safe. That it didn’t affect any water rescues.

They couldn’t afford to have Virgil spacing out in the ocean at random. As it was, Gordon wasn’t going to let Virgil anywhere near the ocean during rescues for the foreseeable future. He could stay up in Two.

Safe.

Whale song could travel around the globe.

His native realm had become a hazard for his big brother and that was unacceptable.

They had to find out what was going on.

John and Eos had made a good start, but Sam and himself needed to investigate further and soon.

Virgil needed to cooperate for his own safety.

Gordon broke his stroke, pushed himself to the side of the pool and rested his head on the concrete a moment, letting his body float randomly.

Blood pumped through his ears, his heart still running at exercise rate.

He needed to convince Virgil.

Somehow.

-o-o-o-

Scott revelled in the early dawn light. His feet pounded on his wonderfully familiar route around the Island. A trek he hadn’t laid eyes on for a week.

His runners crunched volcanic gravel beneath them.

The sun was just rising on Christmas Day, the beautiful weather hanging strong, the sea a stretch of glass disappearing off into the horizon. His current trajectory pointed him directly south where he knew beyond the glass lay Raoul Island. A single spot in a sea of blue, so similar to the even tinier spot that was Tracy Island.

Same sea of blue.

A pokey tree appeared on the side of the track, its red flowers quite glorious in the morning sun, and he found himself grinning. Sure, he knew the correct name of the pōhutukawa tree, but Alan’s name was so much easier to pronounce and it made Mel laugh.

His legs took the strain as he jogged up the rapidly steepening trail.

If he was honest with himself, the whole no strings attached thing was a lie. He found himself thinking about the woman more the longer they were away from Raoul.

And they only left yesterday.

As soon as the sun was high enough in the sky to be polite, he would be contacting Raoul with his invitation to her, Sam and Liam. It wasn’t the only time he had invited people to the Island, they weren’t entirely hermits, but it was rare and the first time in a long time.

And he was so looking forward to it.

Penny and Parker were due after breakfast as was the tradition. As soon as everyone was awake, they would have their present opening party, always a major family event. More for the company and laughter than the presents themselves.

He could almost hear Gordon declaring it ‘Tracy style’ complete with the arm movements to compliment the claim.

But Mel...it was like he was excited to show her the Island, perhaps because he knew she would be very interested in the ecosystem that had developed here since their father had begun repairing it over a decade ago.

And he was staring at it right now as he followed the path around the back of the Island. Pokey trees, palms and ferns were everywhere a foothold was available. Scott knew very little about their ecosystem beyond the need to keep it safe. Gordon and Virgil were the ones who knew most about it among the brothers. Gordon focussed on the sea and Virgil sometimes helped out with animal numbers and photography for the scientific group.

But Mel hadn’t been here since Dad...

He grunted and hurdled a rock he hurdled every morning as the slope inverted and started heading down. The view was stunning.

Despite the glass of the ocean, the swell still crashed on the back cliffs of the Island, jagged volcanic rock resistant to the relentless pounding.

Hopefully she would consent to the visit even though it was late notice.

He did have a Thunderbird, after all.

-o-o-o-

John hadn’t slept much. He never did when something was on his mind. His everything drove him to find a solution, particularly when a brother was involved.

Eos never slept, so she was the perfect insomnia companion.

There was also the factor that he was home, but he really wasn’t.

He was missing Five.

Now he was back on the Island, everything was screaming at him to go home.

Not that he didn’t like the Island, quite the opposite. The Island contained his brothers, his grandmother, Kayo, his family and he adored his family.

But the stars were calling to him. His body ached to feel the release from gravity. He wanted his home.

He ignored it.

His body needed gravity. It was an undeniable fact. It had evolved under the pressure exerted by the planet and while his mind adored the stars and the lack of gravity, nature demanded its return under the ‘use it or lose it’ mandate of life on Earth.

So, tired, but awake anyway as the sun hit the front of the villa, John made his way down to the pool where he found Gordon, as expected, in the water, but unexpectedly, not swimming. His head was lying on one arm at the edge of the pool, his body floating lazily behind.

John dropped his towel on a lounger and, bare footed to the edge next to his brother. Folding himself into a seated position he dropped his feet to dangle in the cool water.

“Gordon?”

“Hmm?” His head rose a little blearily. “Oh, John, hey.”

“Merry Christmas.”

“Huh? What, oh, Merry Christmas, John.”

A frown. “You okay?”

Gordon flexed his shoulders. “Yeah, just thinking.”

“Virgil?”

“Yeah.”

John sighed. “Same. But you do know he’s okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking it through.”

John pushed himself into the water and couldn’t help a relieved sigh as the water took away so many of the effects of gravity, cradling his body. “Swim with me?”

Brown eyes turned to him and John saw a reflection of his own worry in their depths. “Sure.” Gordon pushed off from the edge, his movements graceful despite his distraction.

John moved to the lane next to Gordon’s preferred and lined up beside his fish brother. Gordon shot him a brief but grateful smile before pushing off the end in a careless surge into stroke. He was metres ahead before John had even shifted into form.

Typical.

Show off.

But he couldn’t help but smile as he pushed off the edge himself, automatically moving into a strong but leisurely stroke in warm up.

Swimming denied verbal communication, but it wasn’t needed, the two of them just keeping each other company.

By the fifth lap, John started pushing himself, putting his body through the exercise needed to keep it healthy. He had no delusions of keeping up with Gordon. He just paced himself as his body needed it. Twenty laps in, he eased up a little and checked on his brother.

Gordon was still going. John brought himself to a halt, treading water, muscles pleasantly buzzing.

“Hey, John.” The astronaut startled, turning in place to find Scott standing on the edge of the pool. His running gear appeared well used, sweat stains prominent, and he was still breathing heavily. “Just letting you know that I’m going to be taking One out in about half an hour.”

“You going to get Mel and Sam?” Gordon was suddenly beside him. It was a sign of how tired John actually was that his younger brother startled him almost as much as Scott had a moment earlier.

“Yeah.”

“Can I come with?”

“Don’t you want to be here for when Penny arrives?”

John arched an eyebrow in Gordon’s direction. The fish had been looking forward to Christmas for that very reason. Before Virgil’s illness, it had been Penelope this, Penelope that. Apparently, he had the ‘best’ gift lined up for their first Christmas as a couple. Whether or not that was still going ahead considering recent events, John had no idea. Gordon hadn’t mentioned it since Virgil fell ill.

“I thought you had the fastest plane on the planet, Scotty.”

Their eldest brother snorted. “Plane, yes, younger brother, no.”

“Hey, I can be fast.” A strawberry blond frown. “Regardless, I need to speak to Sam.”

Scott eyed him a moment. “Virgil?”

Gordon sighed. “Yeah, Virgil. Gotta handle this delicately.”

Scott’s lips thinned. “Okay, then you better be ready in thirty because that’s when I’m leaving.”

The fish was already climbing out of the pool. Wet footprints marked the concrete as he strode to his towel.

Blue eyes turned to John. “You okay? You look tired.”

John let water run through his fingers. “I am, but I’ll live.”

Voice quiet. “Virgil?”

A single nod, voice equally quiet. “Virgil. Eos, Gordon and I will work it out. We just need time.” And patience. Admittedly, he didn’t have much of that where his brothers’ health was concerned. He could fake it, but it didn’t mean he felt it.

Scott’s expression was thoughtful. “I know you will do your best. Don’t forget to look after yourself.”

A groan. This was why Virgil was always adamant that he was fine. I single hint of something wrong and their biggest brother was all over them, his concern obvious. “I’m fine, Scott.”

That earned him a grunt and John actually struggled not to smile at his brother’s exasperation. John swam to the pool edge and pushed himself out of the water. A wave in the direction of the rising sun’s reflection. “The pool is all yours, dear brother.”

Scott eyed him. “Thank you.”

The morning breeze cooled John enough to raise goose pimples on his arms. Before he could reach for his towel, Scott was handing it to him.

Ever the big brother. It was John’s turn to eye him back. “Thank you.”

Scott smiled at him, a definite smirk on those lips. He knew exactly what John was thinking and had likely done it on purpose. “Anytime.”

Hmmm. “Merry Christmas, Scott.”

Those blue eyes widened as his big brother obviously realised that despite all the preparations underway, despite the tree they had stacked with presents the night before, he had still managed to forget the significance of the day.

It was John’s turn to smirk.

But Scott recovered quickly, tilting his head, a small smile on his lips. “Merry Christmas, John.”

With that he turned and headed off into the house.

-o-o-o-

Alan loved to sleep in. He shared this love with his second eldest brother. Getting up early sucked big time and he had no coffee addiction to help him.

But there was one day of the year when you could witness the youngest Tracy out of bed, while not early, at least a decent time where breakfast could still be called breakfast and not lunch or even brunch.

Christmas Day.

Alan adored the day. Presents, food and family, what more could a guy ask for?

So, eight am found him stumbling down the stairs to the kitchen in search of the second and third items on the list. He found Grandma at the kitchen table eating her fruit and yoghurt.

Alan made no effort to be quiet, but she didn’t appear to realise he was there, staring out across the lagoon. “Grandma?”

She dropped her spoon with a clatter as it hit the bowl. “Alan!” She clutched her hand to her chest, gasping. “You frightened me. Gave my old heart a kick in the pants.”

“Sorry, Grandma. Are you okay?”

“This time. Though I wouldn’t recommend doing it too often.” She held out an arm. “C’mere and give me a Christmas hug.”

Now that was something he was quite happy to do. Grandma hugs were always appreciated. “Merry Christmas, Grandma.” He held her tight.

“Merry Christmas, honey. Are you hungry?”

Uh, that was always a loaded question and there were important indicators related to that. “Where is everyone?” He had expected to find at least John down here. His space brother would eat his breakfast staring out into the lagoon and follow it with work on his tablet just to be around family in his own way. But not today.

“Scott and Gordon have gone to Raoul to collect Ms Fisher and that scientist friend of Gordon’s.”

“Sam?”

“I guess. They were both in quite a hurry to leave.”

That set Alan grinning. “I think Scott likes Mel.”

An arched eyebrow. “I thought she liked Virgil.”

A snort accompanied the grin. “I don’t think she is Virgil’s kind of girl.”

Of course, that was the very moment Kayo decided to enter the kitchen. She had obviously been on a run, dressed in shorts and a high cut top.

“Who’s Virgil’s kind of girl?”

Alan’s eyes widened. “Um.”

Green narrowed at him. “What are you up to, Alan?”

“Nothing!” He held out his hands. “What did I do?”

“I’m more concerned with what you are going to do.”

“Suspicious, much? I’m going to eat breakfast, that’s what.”

She continued to eye him. “No practical jokes today.”

“I wasn’t planning on it. Gee, you’d think I was Gordy or something.”

“Gordon will be contained by Lady Penelope. You, however, are not.”

“And what? That makes me some kind of prank genius?”

“Genius, no, annoyance, yes.”

“Hey, Merry Christmas, Kayo. How about a little of the spirit?”

She glared and him and grunted before turning away and stalking off.

“What’s up her skirt?”

“Alan!”

“Well, you saw her. I didn’t do anything!”

Grandma was quiet a moment. “She has things on her mind.”

“When doesn’t she?”

“Let her be.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

Grandma sighed. “Things will work themselves out for the best.”

Alan stared at his grandmother. What on Earth was going on? Did everyone know something that he didn’t. He sighed. Wouldn’t be the first time. “I’m going grab some breakfast.”

“Yes, dear.” And Grandma was staring out at the lagoon again.

What the-?

Alan grabbed the refrigerator door and flung it open, his eyes raking its contents. Perhaps food would fix things.

A glance at Grandma found that she hadn’t moved.

There was definitely something going on.

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End Day 5 Part 1

[homosociallyyours]

@ha-larry-us and @livqueer tagged me to do this! Here we go :) 

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? light amber wood color

2. a food you never eat? beets, tho i keep trying

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? neither, usually my body regulates temp well. but being sick that’s a little different and i never know if i’ll be shivering or having a hot flash

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? going back and forth between instagram and tumblr

5. what is your favourite candy bar? uhh maybe a snickers or a 100 grand bar

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? i went to the Oakland A’s gay day a few years ago with co-workers. It was really fun!! but i could never attend a serious sports event to cheer for a winning team. 

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? "come on, ding dong, you can do it” --said to my dog who was hesitating jumping down off the chair where she’d sat while i washed my dishes

8. what is your favourite ice cream? McConnell’s salted caramel and chocolate flake. or anything that’s a mascarpone or goat cheese base. yum. 

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? decaf yorkshire with milk

10. do you like your wallet? YES! i have a scarf that has a secret pocket in it! it holds cards and other small essentials and it’s very sneaky. 

11. what was the last thing you ate? granola with milk

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nah bruh i haven’t bought new clothes in ages!

13. the last sporting event you watched? i watched the last season of GLOW when it came out. that’s as close as i get. 

14. what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? chicago mix babyyyy! cheddar and caramel together at last. 

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my housemate, it was the landlord’s contact info​

16. ever go camping? YES, and i miss it!! i used to camp regularly and really love my pseudo-glamping life: cooler full of good food, a double high air mattress, and a tent that allows you to stand up in the center (to change clothes). i haven’t gone since coming to california, which is a total bummer. 

17. do you take vitamins? yes, vit. D and fish oil daily, ideally i would have a good multi, PS, and maybe a couple other things, but i can’t afford them all right now. my minimum is a D though, since yr body really does NOT get it from sun exposure. i know it sounds silly but vitamins are basically the concrete you pour in a hole to stabilize a beam (yr food). they’re very good and they help a lot! 

18. do you go to church every sunday? NO, thank goodness! i even stopped having to go with my family when i visit them. 

19. do you have a tan? no, and i rarely do. SPF all the way. 

20. do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? pizza please

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? only fountain sodas with ice

22. what colour socks do you usually wear? bright/mixed colors

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? occasionally, but i’m pretty careful and definitely don’t do it in residential areas. 

24. what terrifies you? zombies (seriously) and loss/lack of control of myself

25. look to your left, what do you see? the side of the couch and the blank wall. 

26. what chore do you hate? doing the dishes

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? the crocodile hunter

28. what’s your favourite soda? cherry coke or dublin dr. pepper (the cane sugar kind made in texas) orrrr cheerwine

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? i drive thru everywhere except in-n-out, where it often takes less time to walk in. 

30. who’s the last person you talked to? my housemate and i had a little conversation, but i messaged with my bff earlier and that was a real conversation. 

31. favourite cut of beef? umm i really like cooking a ny strip, but i don’t necessarily have a favorite

32. last song you listened to? "fancy” as sung by bobbie gentry bc instagram didn’t have the reba version. WHICH IS UNACCEPTABLE, just so you know. 

33. last book you read? my friends, i have a confession. i haven’t read an actual book in ages. i used to read A LOT and then when i got sick it was like my brain said NO THANK YOU and i just stopped. i still read loads, it’s just mostly fic or articles. that being said, i just finished i must admit i thought i’d like to make you mine by @disgruntledkittenface and it was EXCELLENT. 

34. favourite day of the week? Thursdays. like for as long as i can remember. it was hamburger day when i was a kid, and now it’s thursday hersday. and of course it was must see tv night all thru my adolescence. 

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? i mean i probably could but why would i want to?

36. how do you like your coffee? with whole milk (and if i’m doing it myself, a little cinnamon, a pinch of salt, and a pinch of sugar)

37. favourite pair of shoes? my dog face flats (they’re bob’s for dogs, you can maybe google them) even tho they are really worn out now

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? between 4-7am. i am a cryptid, please do not look at me

39. at what time do you normally get up? between 2-5pm, again i beg you to look away and judge me not

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets!! (SAME!!)

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 4 right now. 2 super soft, 1 electric, and 1 duvet/comforter. 

42. describe your kitchen plates? the classic 70s/80s unbreakable plates, some with the gold flowers around the rim and some with the tiny olive green ones. truly i think i have only seen a plate like this break once in my entire life. i bought these at a store in nyc (i definitely overpaid BUT it was still like $20 for 6 or 8 plates that will never break)

43. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? a properly made sidecar is HEAVEN, ok? so good!! but you gotta use good brandy and fresh lemons and i would get one if i could go back to my fave nyc bar and have pietro (a very good bartender) make me one. but really the thing that i will always want and have difficulty turning down is champagne/sparkling wine in the style of champagne. 

44. do you play cards? yes! i used to play all the time with my ex. don’t so much any more but i still love it when i get to! 

45. what colour is your car? dark orange

46. can you change a tire? YES!! @ha-larry-us when the quarantine is done I will show you!! it really isn’t too hard unless your bolts are on super tight. 

47. what is your favourite state/province? California, i think. though part of me wants to name a southern state because I was born there and the mountains feel like home. 

48. favourite job you’ve ever had? the one i currently have but am physically unable to work at right now-- cheesemonger at a worker owned grocery store

49. how did you get your biggest scar? i was borrowing stage makeup from a friend in another dorm before our choir performance. the door was usually propped open, and so when i left the building i sorta jogged down the steps and pushed really hard on the door with my momentum. it was NOT propped open, and I put my right arm through the glass (and knocked out two more panes with my knee and foot). the RA was training to be an EMT and helped me get cleaned up. I didn’t get stitches, but the scar is very long (maybe 3 inches). the best part of the story is that i went to make sure the choir director knew i wasn’t performing but would sit in the audience, and her response was “we don’t have time to give you sympathy.” she was having a rough year but DAMN that was an ice cold response to an injured 18 year old.

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? hmm probably just chatting with my bff. that makes both of us happy, always. 

IDK WHO TO TAG!!! who is the sort of person to answer 50 random questions?? @alienfuckeronmain maybe? how about @slowdownsugar? hmm maybe @crinkle-eyed-boo and uhh @pompomoffinland. And you, friend!! YOU who is sitting there really wishing you were tagged, I am definitely tagging you!!

[cocoisbestgirl]

Fanfic I can’t think of a name for pt 15 (Final chapter)

Magda wandered through the forest, looking for any hint of civilization. Maybe a heart carved in a tree? A doll, maybe? Even a single footprint would be like gold to a little lost Magda. Magda had only realized the state she was currently in, her hair was...well ...everywhere. Her dress had turned from a light pink into more of an ashen red. Magda couldn’t exactly see her face, nor did she really want to see how exactly her makeup fared over 3 days of prison. 

She had ditched her heels what seemed like miles ago. The pain of rocks and thorns felt a million times better than staying in those heels for too much longer. As much as she had grown accustomed to them, they still hurt after a while.

As she continued to wander the woods, she came across a patch of flowers. A patch of sunlight. Magda ran towards it, hoping desperately that it wasn’t just an illusion. Thank the goddess it wasn’t. The sun felt……  so refreshing. Magda felt almost like a cat as she laid down in the flowers and bathed in the sun. Her eyes almost shut, before her stomach growled loudly at her.

She shot up from her bed of flowers. 

‘Oh, my gosh!’ Magda put one hand on her stomach, ‘Please forgive me! I’ll see if I can find anything for you…’ Magda laughed silently as to not waste any of the water that still remained in her system. She heard humans can only live a few days without water, she couldn’t be too far off from that limit…

While she wasn’t exactly a survivalist, or a hunter, but she knew how to forage at least somewhat well. Years of the slums will teach you things you would have never known you’d need. Like how you can get a lot of water from berries, and how the black and pink striped berries are delicious despite their less than stellar appearance. Don’t eat anything unless you know exactly what it is, and where it came from. 

Magda had managed to use so many unspoken rules that she had in her head to survive. She never had to apply all these rules for an unborn child… what if those berries Magda had constantly devoured in her childhood were gonna hurt it?

The blonde woman looked down at the berries she held in her hand. They smelled just as she remembered, a mix of lemons and sugar… her stomach snarled at her again. This time around it was louder and more painful than the last. Her mouth also  felt like a desert just to make the situation that much worse.

She sat down near the berry bush, and counted her only 2 options: Die with her child, or risk her child dying. Magda held her breath as she pushed the berries down. The juices soothed her dry throat, and her stomach stopped its tantrum. Only for Magda’s heart to start a tantrum of its own.

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Alan finally began to place his thoughts into a structure that he was able to work with. Yes, Magda may be ... , but the least he could do was find her and give her the burial she deserved.  She didn’t deserve to rot in some prison cell or even worse be a slave to some pervert. 

He grabbed his sword back up. He took a deep breath and began to walk deeper into the now darkening  forest. His sword held tightly in his hand as he began to whistle. He had learned that sometimes when people are lost if they hear a whistle sometimes they’ll give out a sign, like another whistle, or a scream more likely.

He’d gone on adventures similar to this many times in the past, he had found lost children, mothers who ran away with their children, and prison escapees. He was often bribed to keep their hiding spots a secret, which...he denied. He kept his mouth shut quite a few times on the non-criminals.

A few small knocks alerted him. It sounded too rhythmic to be an animal. It was a very specific pattern:

Knock,Knock, Knock-knock.

The pattern repeated itself multiple times before Alan finally decided that even if it was an animal it was worth a try. The knocking never stopped, but it always got a bit louder towards the end, most likely in desperation.

Finally he heard a small sob, and the knocking was clearly within a few feet of him. A patch of sunshine in the darkness of the woods was a shock. What was even more shocking was seeing Magda...now sobbing into her knees while clutching at her belly.

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Lynna’s eyes had become glazed over as the days? Weeks? Months? Maybe even a Year had passed since she had seen the light of day. All days seemed to have blended into one another. Every day was the same schedule. Wake up, walk in circles until she possibly got her only meal of the day, then go back to bed. 

Her hair was greasy and unclean , but without much more to do in her little cell she near constantly groomed herself to keep from going insane. She had already discarded the dress she had worn on her last ball. She now only wore her undergarments, which was basically a night dress, it was just so much more comfortable. She had long abandoned trying to wear her shoes, her skin was already disgusting from not being able to bathe, so the last thing she needed was to have blisters all over her feet.

The guard, who Lynna had called Mr.Guard, barely spoke to her. He had cracked a few times, and spoke to her. About his wife, his children, his mother who was sick, and all of the drama going on in his family. His wife hated his mother, and the same could be said for most of his family. His wife didn’t sound like the nicest lady, and Lynna did speak a few times desperately clinging on to any human interaction she could get.

He usually only visited once a day to deliver food and water. The food...was awful compared to what Lynna’s taste had gotten used to. Crude sandwiches made of jam, and something nutty in the middle. Occasionally he would get her whatever a ‘donut’ was ,it was like bread, but sweet with glaze on top of it. As for water, he gave her enough to survive. Not much more than that.

She had become accustomed to thinking he was a friend, or he at least barely cared about her. She wanted to know she was at least somewhat missed. Maybe somebody noticed her absence and didn’t think of it as good.

Maybe…. Just maybe….

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The city was engulfed in madness. Bodies littered the streets, and the smell of burning flesh filled the air. Felicity held her nose in her shirt to prevent herself from most of the smell that filled the air. The smoke was as thick as molasses , and she struggled to breathe through it with Ivan on her back. 

‘Oh my goddess...Finsel? What happened?’

Felicity began through the streets yet again after a small break to finally catch her breath. Ivan was knocked out cold, she had to stop to check his breathing every so often to make sure he wasn’t just a corpse. 

‘I have to check on the kids…’

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“Magda! Magda!” Alan cried as he nearly toppled Magda over with a hug, his sword fell to the side with a decent clank.

“A-alan?” Magda sniffled, “Alan...I wanna go home…”

‘Should I tell him now? It...seems too sudden…’

“Oh course! We’re gonna go home! Right now!” Alan helped Magda up, “I am so glad you’re okay Magda, I-I never thought I’d see you again!”

“Alan...I-”

“Come on! When we get home we can finally start the life I promised!” 

“Alan!”

He wasn’t listening. He couldn’t be. Magda looked down at her stomach...it was so early...what if something had happened what if something was going to happen? She didn’t want to break his heart..

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Ivan’s apartment was a disaster. Pillows were torn, windows were broken, a large clump of pink fur was laid on the ground and a small puddle of blood was splattered near it. The bedsheets were ripped off of the bunk-bed and torn around the room in large pieces. All of this would’ve made Ivan furious. He’d ground the kids for weeks! No, months!

If only the children had been there. 

Ivan was on his knees looking down at the floor, his eyes seemingly glazed over. Felicity...just looked down on him, this time not of anger, but of fear. 

“Ivan… I’m-”

“If you hadn’t dragged me out there they would still be here!” Ivan cried out to Felicity, not even bothering to look up at her.

“I left them with the most capable person I-”

“Clearly not good enough! Get out.”

“Ivan you know as well as I do-”

“Haven’t you done enough, Felicity!? You never learned how to leave something be. You wonder why your mother prefers Magda over you. I think everybody knows why…”

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“When we get home we can...well I’m not exactly sure now, but we can adopt that one cat you always feed! You can name him! T-the black cat with the white belly!”

Finsel was in near ruins. The last attack by the revolutionaries was brutal, and most of the slums had been affected. Magda didn’t dare leave her own home in fear of what would happen. She hadn’t heard a word from Felicity since she had found out about Ivan’s children, and Giulolo’s disappearance. Now not only the nobles, but the people never got a chance to rest. Magda looked down at her stomach, unsure of how to tell Alan the news. She was barely showing, if at all. She wrapped the robe around herself and looked in the mirror, she thought about what this would do to her body.

She shook the thought away, whatever happened, it would be worth it. Magda walked back over to the bed and laid down. Just as her eyes began to close she heard Alan walk into the room, his face white as snow.

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“We cannot leave Finsel, Felicity.”

“Mother, we don’t have a choice. People won’t even leave their houses anymore!”

“And we will be the exception. If we stay we could-”

“Die.”

“But remember the nobles who stayed and fought back are the ones who end up the strongest.”

“Or they die horrific deaths.”

“It’s worth the risk, Felicity.”

“Mother. You think it’s worth the risk.” Felicity stood up from her seat, and began to the door, “Magda is your star. You control her instead.”

Eliza stood up to stop her daughter, but soon realized she wouldn’t be able to. None of her punishments ever phased the girl in the least. No matter how ridiculous they were Felicity barely flinched. Eliza sat back down, and silently prayed to the goddess for her daughter’s safe return….

As soon as Felicity opened the doors a cloud of smoke ripped through her lungs. Her throat itched and she pulled her dress to cover up her nose and mouth. Her eyes opened widely. It finally happened.

Finsel was covered in flames. The distant screams paralyzed Felicity as she only had one person in mind, Magda.

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Alan stood over the corpse of his lover. He couldn’t stop them. She was far too weak to defend herself from over 3 people,and he wasn’t there to help her. Now he never would be able to.

 No tears, nothing. His brain was in too much shock to function. This was all his fault. As soon as he heard footsteps from behind him he withdrew his sword and pointed at the neck of his assailant. A brunette girl looked down at him.

“Blondie! Calm it down!” Felicity looked down at Alan who was now crouching over the body. Protecting it in a way.

“Felicity….” Alan’s eyes watered up and his brain finally understood what was happening, “Felicity!”

Alan buried his face into Felicity’s dress, not caring if he ruined it. Shivers ran through his body despite the roaring heat. His eyes refused to open.

Felicity finally looked down at what he was guarding. Something inside of her broke….

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“Alan, you have to come with me! Please I can’t go alone!” Magda cried as Alan helped her into a carriage that looked very un-noblelike.

“Magda, I have to stay here. I have to protect my people.” Alan said as he gave her the jewelry she had hidden away in the house, “Everybody thinks you’re dead now. These should get you by until the revolution is calmed. You’ll be safe I promise.”

“Alan, you don’t understand I-”

“Magda, I have to get you out of here,” Alan quickly kissed Magda and held her in an embrace.

Magda looked down at the ground and smiled weakly.

          " Go….Finsel needs you… now more than ever…"

Alan nodded his head and ran back into Finsel. 

Magda looked down at her stomach and the horse began to take her away to a place where she would be safe. Where she was going she did not know. Fate would see to it that she would live a long life. 

She watched Finsel as it faded away from her sight. She rested her head on the window of the carriage as she fell into sleep.

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading till the end! Sorry to leave you on such a cliffhanger ending, but I have a (kind of) sequel that I’m already working on, and the main character is Lynna. I’m actually super proud that I managed to finish a story without abandoning it halfway through. I’m going to answer some questions that nobody has , but I want to answer them anyway:

The story takes place over around 3-5 years making Magda around 18-21 at the end of the story (I just assume that canonly Magda is 15 or 16 based on her looks.)

Felicity is a year or so older than Magda

Lynna does escape alive, and I like to imagine she’s younger than Magda by a year.

Yes, a whole revolution would’ve happened if Magda wasn’t chosen by Eliza don’t question it just go with it. I do actually have an explanation for it, but Imma keep that to myself for a while.

Technically this fanfiction took over 2 years to finish. I started planning it out in VERY late 2018, then 2019 rolled in and I posted the first chapter to my Amino. I took a long break (2 months I think). Then I was more active. Then I took an even longer break (Almost 8 months i think) then I started getting back into it. Then 2019 ended and 2020 began.

Fun facts!

` Magda was originally going to get with Barris then it got changed to Ivan then it got changed to Alan, then Gocheau, then I changed it back to Alan because let’s be real Ivan doesn’t have much going for him, Barris is nice but I didn't vibe with it , and Gocheau would’ve been hard to write with Magda as a couple.

As compensation to the characters that never got to be Magda’s Lover I made (most, sorry Gocheau) Either main characters (Ivan), or they made guest appearances (Barris)

Originally Eliza was going to be a much bigger part of the story, and there was going to be a lot less revolution and more court drama (I think I’m gonna save that for another fanfic)

At first I wanted Magda to be adopted into the Jorcastle family, but that was quickly scrapped.

For a time the main love interest for Magda was going to be Lynna (Which I do still ship), or Felicity.

I actually wrote a plan for them (Felicity and Magda) to get together but the whole adoptive sisters thing bothered me way too much , so I just dropped slight hints at Felicity having a kinda crush on Magda but more so just being jealous of others relationship with her.

I ship Magda with almost every character that even shows slight interest in Magda in the game.

Felicity was originally going to help Magda with her escape plan, but something goes wrong and Yadda-Yadda she thinks she killed Magda which still would leave Magda and Felicity separated

 VERY early on (I mean like first week) this was going to be a songfic (Defying Gravity if you’re curious), and Wicked was a giant inspiration for the ending.

Felicity was originally going to be named Lucille

Alminas was going to be Felicity’s main love interest, but I decided it was probably for the better that Felicity doesn’t have a love interest for plot purposes.

I wanted to have the current events in Helix Waltz to make an appearance, but then I realized that would make the story have a real life timeline and that would not have worked.

One thing I do regret is rushing parts of this story, and eventually I will rewrite it and it will be a lot better paced and with much more meat to the story. I actually don’t really like the way I wrote any of the story but I decided that since it was already floating around the internet anyway I might as well finish it.

Since this Fanfic took over 2 years to finish you can see how much I improved which is why I decided to post this story before eventually rewriting it. 

      And finally, I still cannot think of a good name for this fanfic, even after 2 years.

I’m really happy that a few people actually liked this story. Honestly I just do this for fun and to hone my skills but writing this honestly made me much more confident in my writing abilities. I know only a few people have read this story to the end and it just makes me happy that I could entertain someone. I do plan on writing another fanfiction and I actually have one that I’m currently working on! I plan on getting one or two chapters out a week since it’s summertime now and I don’t have school to worry about. 

Anyway if you read all or even just one chapter of this thank you for the support! Have a good day or night!!

With love,

Bri

[mxckenna]

park jisung; bringing him to america

a/n: this is my first time posting a kpop related headcanon on tumblr. i hope to write more so please request! i plan on making a list of all the bands i will write for but for now here’s this that i originally wrote for my sister :)

warnings: slight language???

in all honesty you guys have probably only been dating for about 3 months now

but it feels longer

because you guys are always together

you literally go everywhere together

everywhere

“y/n-ah where are you going?“

“i’m just running to the store to grab some ice cream real fast.”

“can i go?“

“….jisung i’ll only be gone for like 10 minutes.”

“pleeeeeaee jagiya?”

you don’t mind taking him places with you

he’s like a little lost puppy just following you around

so when he finds out you’re going to america to visit your family for a month over the summer

he’s like ????

what is he suppose to do without you

he literally hasn’t gone more than two days without being with you since you started dating

how is he supposed to last a whole month

you’re like his life line

“i could just go with you.”

“jiji baby you know your managers would never let you…“

“nct dream is suppose to be off for awhile maybe i can reason with them?”

after weeks and weeks of begging they finally let him

because he’s too adorable to say no to

probably pouted and used his puppy dog eyes

loRDY

but they only agree on one condition

he has to stay with you the whole time

and he’s not aloud to go somewhere alone

he also has to call and check in at the end of every week

can you even imagine the plane ride to america

he’s a jumpy mes

“what’s america like?”

“is your family nice?“

“do you think they will like me?”

“what all are we going to do?”

you haven’t told him yet but you and your family are actually planning on driving down to florida while you’re there

you wanted to surprise him because he loves beaches

when you finally get to america your mom is there to pick you guys up

she immediately LOVES JISUNG

BCAUSE HE’S SUCH A SWEETHEART

calls her ma'am

on the drive home he asks what every building is

every single one

like your not a walking america encyclopedia

but imagine him struggling with his english when talking to your mom

but she’d be chill about it and help him out with stuff as much as possible

when you get home

he fangirls over your room

because that’s where baby y/n grew up

the love of his life

looks at allllllll the old baby pictures of you

“JAGIYA YOU WERE SO CUTE!”

he lowkey imagines what your kids would look like

gckemdicjcneidkemwjdicmd

he has to sleep on a mattress on your floor

but we all know he moves to your bed in the middle of the night to snuggle

him showering literally every morning

i just see him being that kind of person

he is also the kind of person that drools when he sleeps

the first thing you guys do is go to the zoo

he loves seeing all the animals that aren’t at zoos in korea

you teasing him because he looks like the penguins

you would probably buy him a penguin plushie

a couple days later you take him to a baseball game

he’s confused af the whole time

you have to explain the whole concept of the game to him

and constantly tell him which team to cheer for

your mom would be shook when you explain things in korean to him

at the end of the game when it finally starts getting dark he falls asleep on your shoulder

drooooools

and then fireworks go off because of a homerun

and he jumps awake

poor baby

falls asleep on the way home

with his head in your lap

he loves watching american tv with you late at night

even though he doesn’t understand half of it

finally you surprise him and tell him your going to florida

“what is in florida…?”

“beaches and disney world"

AND HES LIKE OMGGGGGGG

the whole ride to florida he’s like “what state are we in” every five minutes

watching harry potter and disney movies with him the whole way there

he literally doesn’t sleep the whole time because he’s so excited

spreads out in the backseat with his legs draped over your lap

while he eats chips

and when you finally get there he’s so ecstatic

he would start talking in korean really fast because he can’t help it

you would share a room at the resort but you would sleep in one twin bed and he’d sleep in the one next to you

you two would look at each other from across the room at night and whisper about what you were going to do the next day

the first day you go to the pool and he takes his shirt off…

you’re like !!!!abs???

but every other girl notices too

and you get a lil insecure because soooo many girls in swimsuits are staring at him

and he notices

so he grabs your hand and just looks at you the whole time

so much eye contact

the whole time you swim

going around in the lazy river riding his back

he’d probably pick you up and WWE body slam you into the water

but let us be real here

the whole time he’s just gawking at you

because bikini….

the day you go to universal studios is pretty interesting

he holds your hand and pulls you around everywhere

forcing you to go on the minion ride

despite your warnings

for anyone who’s never gone to universal, it high key sucks

10/10 do not recommend

he screams on every ride

he would love love the transformers ride

probably begs you to ride it again

he’s so tired by the end of the day

he’s trudging next to you

holding your hand and laying his head against yours while you walk back to the car

when you take him to the the beach

he’d be so excited

challenges you to a sandcastle contest

he wins

you let him

can you imagine him with salty wet hair

his tan body covered in sand

i sure can

sitting on his shoulders while he’s walking around in the ocean

super cute

until he throws you off of him

he’d be the boyfriend who literally try to drown you

holds you under water until you literally come up coughing

and then he’s like shit my baby

you pretend to be mad at him and ignore him

so he just swims around

following you

pouting

until you finally give in and forgive him

cute hugs in the middle of ocean

oh my goddddddd

clinging onto his torso while he just walks around in the water

but then something touches his foot

and he literally makes you piggyback him to the shore

his head tucked into the crook of your neck

he’s probably giggling

he’s constantly writing stuff in the sand

writes your name with cute little hearts

but then you wrote “is a badass bitch” underneath it and he’s like WTF I WAS TRYING TO BE CUTE

starts drawing cute lil stick figures

“what yah drawing jiji?“

“our future family….”

your heart literally uwus

“and what are those 8 little stick figures….“

"our children…”

he gives you a look like bitch wtf you think they were

he names them

jisung jr

y/n jr

jaemin jr

chenle jr

mark jr

jeno jr

donghyuck jr

yukhei jr

how pureeeee

draws you a little house

i would literally be in tears

broooooooo

suddenly jisung notices a really handsome american boy staring at you

while you’re putting on sunscreen like a few feet from where he’s drawing

smol baby would literally pout

he would scoot over to you

and hug your leg

because he’s jealous but he’s more of like an insecure jealous

you’d have to lean down and kiss his head

on the drive home he’d have his head on your shoulder

holding your hand

again

probably sleeping

aaaand drooling

then the next day you take him to disney

three words

matching mickey ears

probably the flower ones

HE GETS A PICTURE WITH LITERALLY EVERY CHARACTER

oh my gosh it would be such tumblr couple goals

like imagine you both with cute little mickey ears, him carrying you around on his back

taking pictures of each other the whole time

you guys would talk in korean just to make everyone shook

when you guys stop to rest on a bench he pulls you into his lap and hugs you so tight

because he’s just enjoying himself sooo much

calling you his princess the whole time

he’d sleep so hard that night because he was soooo hyper the whole time

taking a picture in front of the castle holding up little finger hearts

and at the end of the night when the fireworks go off

he’d kiss you on the cheek

what a pussy

so you just grab his chin and pull him into a cute lil kiss

he still gets flustered when you guys kiss on the lips

but he loooooves it

i feel like it would be good to point out that jisung really likes skinship

so he would be holding your hand the whole trip

despite it being hot and your hands are probably sweaty

but he doesn’t care

he just likes to be touching the person he loves the most in the world

it makes him feel safe

especially considering he’s in a foreign country

at the end of trip you would go back home and spend a little while longer in america before heading back to korea

your last night before leaving he’s laying on his mattress next to your bed

you’re watching tv and you figured he was asleep

until you suddenly felt a hand reach up and intertwine with yours

“jagiya?“

“yes jiji?”

“thank you for bringing me to america"

“you’re welcome baby"

“ i love you…”

“i love you too jisung”

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iKonic Fairy Tales: Sleeping Beauty - Part 2

A modern fairy tale series in collaboration with @cramelot - stay tuned next week for the next story featuring a new member! ✨

Genre: Royalty!AU

Pairing: Yunhyeong x You

By Admin B

💤 Part 1, 2, 3, 4

“You seem very comfortable here,” Yunhyeong remarked as the two of you strolled through the castle on your tour. “Like you’ve been living here all your life.”

“Really?” you asked with a bit of a disbelieving grin. “I’ll admit, it didn’t take as long as I expected to get used to the whole idea of being an actual princess, but... truthfully, I’m still not over the fact I live in an actual castle.”

Yunhyeong chuckled softly, his hands clasped behind his back as he followed you down a long portrait hall. “Have you gotten the chance to explore everywhere?” he inquired.

“Oh, absolutely. My first couple weeks here, I could barely sleep. Anxiety and all that, you know.”

Yunhyeong nodded knowingly, his brow furrowed softly.

“So instead of just lying in bed staring at the ceiling, I walked around. Looked in every room, tried to find all the hidden passages...”

A soft laugh escaped Yunhyeong’s lips, and he smiled brightly. It honestly made your heart flip, how cute and lovely his smile was.

“Were you successful?”

“Of course, I was,” you affirmed with a sort of mischievous smirk.

“So... where are they? The hidden passages?”

“That is for me to know... and you to find out.”

“All right, all right,” Yunhyeong chuckled. “What’s your very favorite room in the whole castle?”

“My favorite?”

“Yes, your favorite.”

You bit your lip in thought, though you knew exactly which room it was. You just... weren’t sure if you wanted to share it with him. It was your favorite for somewhat personal reasons. You didn’t necessarily have to tell him those personal reasons, of course, so...

“Follow me.”

You led Yunhyeong toward the back of the castle, your feet taking you there almost automatically. And when you reached the glass door, your heart began to beat just a little bit faster in your chest.

“The conservatory?” Yunhyeong asked as he stepped inside the slightly warm, all-glass room.

“The rose conservatory,” you told him. “There are two other conservatories if you can believe it.”

Well, he probably could. He lived in a castle, too.

“So, why this particular one? Why is this your favorite?” He gazed around, slowly beginning to explore the room and reaching out to gently touch a pink rose.

“Roses have always been my favorite flower,” you explained. “For... reasons. I just -- like them. So... this place makes me feel like home.”

You weren’t currently looking at Yunhyeong; you two had walked the opposite way, so you were now on the other side of the room, a large display of roses in the middle of the room blocking your view of each other. But you still heard him smile.

You couldn’t recall ever being able to hear anyone smile, but right now, at this moment, you knew he was smiling. It was like the atmosphere had changed, his grin emitting some sort of beacon of light and --

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Just... hold on there a minute.

You were letting your imagination run way too far away with you.

“It is very beautiful in here,” Yunhyeong agreed as he stepped around the center display. “I can see why you like it so much.”

“What’s your favorite room in your castle?” you asked, trying desperately to take your mind off the fact you had just been thinking quite a bit too much about his smile.

Yunhyeong’s grin turned into one of embarrassment at your question, and his cheeks flushed just a tad. “If I’m being honest...” he began, meeting your gaze with the tiniest hint of shame. “The kitchen.”

“What?” you chuckled. “Why do you seem embarrassed?”

“Because I’m a prince! We have chefs, we’re not supposed to be interested in cooking.”

You raised one eyebrow over at him, tilting your chin somewhat defiantly. “And who says? Just because you’re a prince doesn’t mean you’re not human. If you like to cook, you like to cook.”

“Well, yes...”

“Would you like to see our kitchen?”

Yunhyeong’s expression quickly changed from one of confusion and shame to one of eagerness and curiosity. “Of course!”

“Can I... ask you a question?” Yunhyeong asked a bit shyly as the two of you resumed your tour after exploring the kitchen.

“You can,” you nodded. 

“...What was your life like back home? Before you moved here? I’m just -- I’m curious because I’ve been a prince my whole life. I don’t know anything else. I’ve never been... normal.”

You chuckled softly, though you had to admit: you did feel a little sorry for the guy. Royal life wasn’t easy, and you’d only been here less than a year.

“Well,” you began, taking a breath. “I went to college, I had a very small apartment, I did my own grocery shopping, nobody recognized me... It was nothing back then, but now... I do miss it.”

“And you miss your friends? Your boyfriend?”

“Friends, yes. Boyfriend, no.”

“Ouch,” Yunhyeong laughed.

“No, not like that,” you shook your head, laughing softly with him. “I never had one.”

Yunhyeong suddenly stopped walking, his eyebrows shooting halfway up his forehead. “Wait, what? Never as in ‘not for a long time’ or never as in...never?”

“Never as in ‘never.’”

“You’ve never had a boyfriend?”

“Nope,” you answered casually.

“Why not?”

“I never needed one. And I don’t plan on ever needing one.”

Yunhyeong tilted his head, his expression one of extreme confusion but also amusement. “You... don’t plan on getting married?”

“No, why would I?” you chuckled.

“Because you need an heir to the throne...?”

You paused momentarily, pursing your lips in thought. “Well, yes. That is true. But I’ll figure that out later. The point is, I don’t believe in relationships. I don’t need anyone to ‘complete’ me or somebody to take care of me. I can do that by myself. I always have, and I always will.”

“Relationships are not just about that, though,” Yunhyeong pointed out gently.

“I’m independent,” you retorted, your tone maybe a bit harsher than you’d intended. “I don’t need anyone.”

“I believe you,” he said softly. “I was just curious. I wasn’t trying to offend you, and I’m sorry if I have.”

One glance over at him, and you knew he was telling the truth. He was genuinely sorry, and he didn’t think you were weird or crazy for not believing in relationships.

“No, it’s... it’s okay,” you sighed, reaching over to place a hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. I’m just used to people trying to tell me I’ll change my mind once I meet the right person. I mean, maybe I will. But I doubt it. He... he would need to be really special.”

“He’s probably out there somewhere, but... if you don’t want it, he’ll find someone else. There’s not just one person out there whom we’re destined to be with.”

Your brow furrowed immediately at his statement, and you looked over at him with some confusion. He really just said that? He seemed like the more romantic type, like the kind of person to believe in soulmates and fate and destiny and all that nonsense.

“What?” he asked with a chuckle when he saw the expression on your face.

You shook your head quickly. “Nothing. Just... I’ve never met a Prince before, and I wasn’t really sure what I was expecting, but... You seem really... Cool.”

Cheesy, but cool.

Like you could be friends.

A little over a week into King and Queen Song’s visit, and you found you’d been right in thinking you could be friends with Yunhyeong.

The two of you had spent a lot of time together; so much so, you knew rumors were circulating about your relationship. You really didn’t care, though, and Yunhyeong didn’t bring it up, so you saw no reason to make a public statement or anything.

When the royal family left in five days, people would forget about it all.

Although... Well, you had to be truthful.

You did find yourself thinking about Yunhyeong a lot. And wanting to see him or talk to him.

But you’d had crushes before! Even though you’d never had interest in a boyfriend, you’d still had crushes. You’d still kissed guys, you’d still had hookups. You were independent, not aromantic. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that - it just didn’t apply to you!)

So maybe you had a crush on him. Was that such a big deal?

Was it also a big deal that you’d had a dream about him last night?

No! Absolutely not!

You wouldn’t let your thoughts linger on what kind of dream it had been, though. That would just... raise too many more questions.

But, still, the fact he’d shown up in your dreams at all had caused you to wander out to the castle gardens this afternoon, a place you sometimes visited when you wanted some peace and quiet and fresh air.

And, to top it all off, there was a ball tonight. Balls made you anxious what with all the people you had to talk to and dance with and the super fancy dress you had to wear no matter how hard you tried to change the dress code and it just wasn’t your thing.

You let out a soft sigh just thinking about it, letting your shoulders slump as you sat on one of the ornate benches situated in the garden. You already weren’t looking forward to the ball, and the fact you would have to dance with Yunhyeong... while it certainly wasn’t unappealing, it did heighten your anxiety. Just a tad.

“You must be thinking of something extremely important,” you heard a familiar voice state from behind you.

The sudden interruption of your thoughts caused you to jump just a little, and you whirled around in your seat to face the intruder.

“I’m sorry!” Yunhyeong chuckled, his smile lighting up his face and eyes as it always did. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” you assured him, though your cheeks were now quite a bit warmer than they had been a few seconds ago.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything, I was just...” But then he trailed off, his expression turning into one of... embarrassment?

“You were just what?” you asked as you stood to face him.

“Actually, I was just coming out here to pick some flowers for you,” he admitted bashfully. “But, now I think about it, your gardener probably wouldn’t like that very much.”

“Probably not,” you agreed with a chuckle. “But that’s very sweet of you. Nobody’s ever really given me flowers before.”

Yunhyeong’s brows furrowed deeply, and he looked extremely confused. “Wait, really?”

“I mean, I was sent a lot of flowers right after I got here from people all over the country, but... I imagine that’s just because I’m their princess.”

“Well...” Yunhyeong began softly, taking a step closer to you. “You certainly deserve to get flowers because you’re an amazing person. Not just because you’re a princess.”

“How do you know I’m an amazing person?” you asked with a playful scoff. “You’ve known me for a week.”

“I just know,” he answered confidently. “I’ve met a lot of people, and I’ve become really good at figuring out which ones are good and which ones are... not-so-good.”

“And I’m one of the good ones?”

“You’re definitely one of the good ones. You’re smart and strong and kind and independent, and you’re a princess the way you want to be a princess. Not the way anyone else wants you to be. It’s... incredibly impressive.”

You found you couldn’t stop a blush from creeping onto your cheeks and a smile from pulling at your lips. “Thank you,” you murmured shyly.

Yunhyeong opened his mouth to reply, but he was cut off by...

Well, this was rather odd.

He was cut off by an orchestra.

“What in the --?” he muttered, turning to find the source of the noise.

“Oh!” you giggled as you realized what was going on. “They’re practicing for the ball tonight. I completely forgot.”

“Aha,” Yunhyeong chuckled with a sigh of relief. “That makes sense. Shall we practice, too, then?”

You raised an eyebrow at him curiously. “Practice... what?”

“Practice our dance.” He held his hand out to you, his eyes sparkling with hope and maybe just a bit of mischief.

Your smile very quickly morphed into a smirk, and you rolled your eyes playfully... but you still slid your hand into his.

Just as the orchestra finished tuning up and began playing a real song, Yunhyeong pulled you close, resting his other hand on the small of your back while you laid yours on his shoulder.

He led you in a waltz, his steps sure and graceful, his grip on you firm and guiding. You weren’t too surprised he was an excellent dancer; he’d probably been to countless balls and received years of dancing lessons.

But, still.

The feeling of being in his arms. The sensation of dancing with him. 

You normally resisted being told what to do, but Yunhyeong telling you with his body how to dance? You couldn’t resist even if you wanted to.

Why didn’t you want to?

Why didn’t you automatically want to rebel? Go left when he guided you to go right? Try to take over and lead him?

To be honest, it was messing with your head just a little bit.

Yunhyeong, whether he knew it or not, was messing with your head. More than just a little bit.

Part 3

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Awakening the Senses

No doubt, Spring has arrived. Ready or not.  Slightly resistant of the notion, personally, since as I’ve gotten more mature I embrace fall and winter. But it’s the time to embrace and not hold back. Make way for what wants to enter. Clear the space. Spring is here!  And here we have Wisteria, Italian style.  The color is simply divine. The species is rather invasive. I wanted to begin my post with nature, as always, and thought this was a great way to sum up Spring’s arrival via a shot I took in Italy. Welcome to this journey.

Below we see the unusual cypress trees indicative of the Italian countryside. I love them! When I shoot photos, I just go with my instincts and what captures my eye.

Easter has come and gone, but I spent my time in bed with a flu that I never saw coming. The trip to Italy this month I pretended to be my end-all, be-all. The trip with answers. My salvation.  Enlightenment. Or so I thought. I am on the up from being so far down, hallucinations during the night and all in a numb yet feverish state for more than three nights in a row. In retrospect, I think it was a mind altering drug. Not. I now realize my body shut down. Had no choice but to embrace hiding from the 80+degree days Easter Sunday and Marathon Monday. Simply hiding. Tossing and turning within my deep charcoal linen sheets enveloping me in within this tumultuous turmoil of fever. Thank God for grapefruit juice and blinds. This too, shall pass. I digress.

Palm Sunday

The Church. It’s Palm Sunday. I am in Florence. For the second trip from our home base of Montecatini- Tuscany. The highlight of my trip to Italy, in all honesty was the serendipitous discovery through the scent. Incense smoke from the cobblestone back streets in Florence, not far from the Santa Maria Train Station, leading my sister and I towards this elegant antique structure. The the overpowering fluid scent moving with intoxicating lure through the air – beckoning a surprise discovery. Here comes the mystery…..Embarking on this beauty and spirituality in this environment.

Palm Sunday 2017 Florence. Love. Heart opening.  The scent of Frankincense filled the Church’s entirety. Oh Bless.

We took part in Palm Sunday Mass, in Latin, like eras gone by in the US. The experience and the authenticity of  church, the nuns, looking like a painting, the architecture. I  was transported to another century. The history was soul grounding. Aren’t the ladies gorgeous?  Their graceful voices filled with melody envelop the entire church. The scene below I captured with my phone  during mass. A no no. But look at them! This scene looks like a painting. Their cloaks so majestic! This Latin mass set the tone of the day trip to Florence for me.

As we left this beautiful scene behind us, we ventured out by foot into the tourist driven scenes around the city of Florence. I placed my eyes and camera to work, seeking new discoveries and nuances along the beaten path. No stone left unturned. Taking nothing for granted. The history and age depicted below from a simple shot of these weathered shutter doors spoke to me of their years of wear and oh, what a beautiful patina tones.

OH the architecture with effortless beauty and stature. I recognized various tones of Ochre sprinkled throughout the country as its signature color. The rustic buildings and terrain lend themselves to these earthy tones.

I never tired of seeing these colors everywhere. The building below is a bit more elaborate than those above, regardless the natural age and beauty took breath away.

Food, Glorious Food

I wish I had a bevy of photos portraying the amazing food we had, but much to my dismay, the food was not that at all. It seems to me that there are more Italian restaurants with better ambiance here in the United States. And you can be sure you will not have to listen to the likes of Joe Cocker or Elton John while dining, as we did there in these very brightly lit rooms. WHAT THE HELL? I say. And no, we were not in tourist areas. We found little places family run, speaking next to no English. No candlelight. Just artificial flowers and ghastly lighting! Crazy!

The pasta was light, certainly delicious, but what’s with the lack of vegetables on every single menu? This  dish below was the best one on the entire trip. Succulent. Fresh wide pasta tubes crawling with seafood. Simply delicious! Not to mention the Tuscan wine we had to accompany our meal. Just a delight!  So wrapping up my trip, I will say that I missed having vegetable options, and am perplexed as to the void of them. Upon my return home, I hightailed it to Russo’s market in Watertown. I was immediately elevated back to a level of sophistication, in-depth produce offerings and fresh pastas unlike I’d ever seen. Alas it IS Spring.

I am totally perplexed as to the absence of all vegetables in Italy. Not in the street, on the menus, no where in sight! Perhaps it was the region we visited. I am not certain, but I do know this – here, they prominently thrive and exist.  I am very grateful and blessed to be a part of this earth here in New England. You serve us well! Spring represents many things, but in the realm of food, as the soil becomes richer and richer in nutrients, the spring bounty awakens. Artichokes and asparagus are the most obvious foods that represent Spring to me. Stuffing artichokes is a ritual I grew up with. It was our holiday food. I celebrate many different holidays with this beautiful vegetable. Slightly complex, but worth every moment. The Romans and Greeks advocated the medicinal and health benefiting  qualities of this thistle.  The high fiber content not to missed either.  The antioxidants and vitamins also offer vitamin C, vitamin K, rich in the B complex not to mention high in potassium. They need some time to prepare, but worth the effort. I love to sautée them after they have been cut in quarters and trimmed, with shallots, garlic, olive oil, salt and pepper. They are delicious one leaf at a time. The stems are especially hearty and fibrous.

Mushrooms on the other hand are plentiful at Russo’s market. They have so many varieties, and in all honesty- slightly scary to me since I am unfamiliar with many of them. The concept of foraging mushrooms turns me on, but that is not my calling. I’ll leave that to the pros. Radicchio, baby lettuce and fresh asparagus below in major abundance. The bitter deep red leaves of radicchio just taste so good raw, or grilled. Have you ever tried to grill them? They take on a very nutty flavor. Drizzle a little olive oil, salt, pepper and just a dash of balsamic before they hit the heat. I’ll show you a salad I conjured up in celebration of my return from Italy below, using escarole, radicchio, clementine slices and black Moroccan olives.

This salad was so refreshing, especially after the absence of raw vegetables. The colors, textures and  the taste was spot on, balanced and divine. Oh did I mention shaved fennel? I’ve posted the dressing recipe in the past, I believe. Please for pardon the repeat. 4 tablespoons of red wine vinegar, 2tsp dijon country style mustard, 2 minced cloves garlic, 2/3 cup olive oil drizzled into the mix. Add a small amount of cracked pepper. Voila. Done.

Marilyn Sang ‘Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend’

There you have it! Spring has sprung. April. The month of Diamonds. The birthstone for April. Clarity. Purity. Diamonds glistening in the sun, catching the light with grace. The healing properties of this magnificent stone are abundant. Diamonds truly are the symbol of purity. Their white light can help you bring your life into a cohesive whole. They bond relationships bringing love and clarity into a partnership. This stone has been the symbol of wealth for centuries. It is a stone of manifestation, attracting abundance. Diamonds are also well known to impart fearlessness, invincibility and fortitude. Diamonds clear emotional and mental pain, reducing fear and bring about new beginnings. This is a highly creative stone stimulating imagination and inventiveness. Happy Birthday you April babies!  One of my new pieces, AMODINI,  shown below looks like a relic from the Victorian era.  The multi strands of hand cut amethyst stones are wire wrapped making the connection. I’ve attached a locket as the pendant, swinging from a diamond bale which is held by all 5 strands. A halo of diamonds surround the enclosed locket. The circle measures 1.25″ and the necklace is 17″ in length.

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend! They simply make you feel good and rich when wearing them. Anywhere on the body!  For some reason, I’m favoring the circular shape, so here are a pair of diamond disc earrings, PRAMA, suspended on 18k gold earwires. These babies are 15mm and ready to order. I have 11mm in stock. Aren’t these dangle and drop earrings gorgeous?

And let me introduce to you a brand new piece featuring a circular Sunburst with a dangling tourmaline in the center. The piece is suspended from black onyx, spinel, lava and olive wood. The only color visible here is the subtle blue tourmaline. It was shot in early morning light against my zinc desk. Soon enough the weather will break and allow me to shoot outdoors once again.

This Diamond Sunburst makes me think about the sun growing higher in the sky, as the season sets in. Summer will be here before we know it. It’s time to embrace the warmth and all of the newly sprouted plants. Our souls are also sprouting. Remember that. We are living creatures with awakening senses. Time to celebrate our renewal!

I hope you enjoyed this blog journey.

Yours in joy,

Dava

(Originally posted April 23, 2017)

[acrossthemar]

Corona Diaries

2/14 - Fly to Arizona for Grand Canyon and Arielle Bach Party. People in airport are wearing masks. I make a comment to my mom about it, not understanding why people are wearing masks or wondering if they are sick.

3/2 - Patient Zero tests positive for COVID19 in New Rochelle. 

3/8 - Our Boss at Schoology tells us we can work from home if we feel more comfortable. We think she’s just being lazy and wants to work from home herself.

3/6 - Comedy show in NYC. Kristin doesn’t feel well and we worry she should stay home incase she has COVID19. We go to the comedy show. The comedian makes jokes about COVID19, we laugh.

3/8 - Eric’s School closes School for the following week. I make a comment to him that that’s overkill and a “private school privilege”. All other schools will eventually close of course. 

3/11 - Mom flies to Madrid.

3/12 - National Pandemic Announced & Trump Announces Travel Ban between US/Europe. Cuomo declares State of Emergency in New York.

3/13 - Mom flies home from Madrid to NY after Mara books back up flight for Mom from Madrid to London. Mom spent $1400 to spend not even a full day in Madrid, goes back to the airport with thousands of panicked Americans, gets off stand by and comes home. Mara comes over to greet mom and give her some food, flowers, and company. 

3/14 - Mara works remotely indefinitely, office shuts down until at least April 7th. Mara and Eric do the NYT crossword, hike the Masters trails with Winnie, and Mara and Eric go to Japanese Restaurant with Susan, Jeff, and Matt. Restaurants will soon close. Earlier in the day Mara goes to Larchmont to check in on mom, goes for a walk with mom and Winnie, and meets up with Kristin, Kevin, and Zoey at Central School. 

3/15 - Mara goes to Larchmont and goes to Manor park with Shanni, Maddy, Liana, and Nicole and Nicole’s dog Remy. 

3/16 - Mara works from home. Luckily Peloton bike was delivered last week just before the store closures began. At this point all Spin Studios and Gyms shut down. Mara and Eric cook butternut squash risotto and parmesan asparagus. De Blasio announces that NYC Public Schools are closed. Meals will be served at food centers.

3/17 - Eric and Mara are watching Sex Education. Mara Eric and Susan go on trail hike with Winnie.  

3/18 - Mara Hallie Eric Winnie trail walk with Winnie. Mara Zoom date with high school friends. 

3/19 - Zoom date with MK, Jana, Jason. 

3/20 - Mom comes over for trail walk with Winnie and we cook the Shrimp Pasta dish with brussel sprouts.

3/21 - Peloton bike, talked to Elise on the phone, walked to tennis courts to play tennis with Eric’s family. The Masters courts are shut down due to Corona. Dinner at Eric’s family’s house. We sat at the dining room table to spread out. Mara played Ping Pong with Matt.

3/22 - Mara ran 3 miles, used Peloton, went to Larchmont to work on Obama NYT puzzle with mom.

3/23 - Monday, Peloton, worked from home, played SET with Eric, cooked a big salad. 

3/24 - Run, work, tennis with Jodi, visited mom, Video session with Aubrey, Elise, Kelly

3/25 - Peloton, work from home, went on walk to store, no one was there and everyone in masks. Order in sushi. Video date with MHS friends. We started a CS team fitness challenge today since no one is moving since only home! 

3/26 - Didn’t sleep because reading too much news and it’s so sad. US now has more cases than any other country (82k), NY has 37k cases, and the news is really grim. Had my virtual performance review and got a 3% raise, went on a 7 mile run but tripped on a rock and got hurt, played tennis with Jodi, then went to my mom’s and cooked dinner. I feel scared every time I go to my mom’s house in fear that I’m bringing the virus into her home. A lot of my mom’s coworkers have tested positive for COVID-19. Deccico’s is doing a great job with their grocery store (limiting number of people in store, making people wait outside 6 feet apart, mandated gloves, sanitizing shopping carts, glass wall at check out. Stop and shop is not doing much and so people haven’t been going. Trader Joes NYC closed because too many employees tested positive. Everyone is panicked and at this point it is hard to imagine life going back to normal. Even if legally it goes back to normal, everyone is absolutely terrified of other humans. Everything about this is unprecedented and unimaginable. Trump is a moron. It hurts to think about how much better handled this might have been with Obama. The 2020 Presidential Election is essentially at a standstill, no one going to primary elections, very curious what will happen, will we even be able to vote in November? Bernie and Biden left, Biden in the lead, but Biden is hardly speaking up about Covid-19. It’s been fulfilling to work at Schoology during this time as we are making a real difference in virtual learning and our school districts are eternally grateful. Side note––Amazon is hardly even running! They’ve cut down on their hours and employees, and the average wait on PRIME is 30 days!!! I am going to sleep at my mom’s tonight.

3/27 - Ended up sleeping at my mom’s on Thursday night. Took a work meeting from my mom’s then went back home. First dropped off my right AirPod at a FedEx drop off but you had to touch the box. Tried to do a Peloton class at home but Winnie got into my medicine bag and we found her with an empty laxative and ambien pill container. We took her to emergency vet and had them induce vomiting. We were terrified we killed her. Turns out she didn’t eat any pills and we ended up finding all of the pills when we got back from vet. Poor Winnie. Silly $300 at vet. Pet insurance is dumb because it has such a high deductible. I then went on a walk with Winnie because it was 64 degrees out. Eric and I cooked a fancy meatloaf for dinner and finished Sex Education.  I made a lovely cocktail. 

3/28 - Weekends don’t feel all that different from weekdays. Trump is discussing a mandatory quarantine on all New York residents since there are now 45,000 confirmed cases (many more unconfirmed). Reading the news is scary and I have been trying to limit it at night because it gives me insomnia and anxiety. Most of my friends aren’t seeing their parents at all. It’s gross out today. I did a few Peloton classes and started Little Fires Everywhere. It was a book turned into a movie but because movies are closed they released it as a TV series on Hulu. Just stepped out of the house for the first time today to take Winnie on a short walk. My team at Schoology is doing a fitness challenge to get some steps in because it’s HARD to find reasons to move! We were going to go to the Shear’s for dinner tonight but Susan had a headache this morning so to be safe we aren’t going. This is the crazy world we are currently living in. I’ve been mostly only wearing sports bras not real bras. We have not been able to locate lysol wipes in weeks. Note to self, I’d like to add some photos here because this really is all so unprecedented and it’s hard to put into words the craziness. 

3/29 - Working out every day but gaining weight. Watched Little Fires Everywhere - LOVE it. Gross day out. Peloton inside. Zoom Call with Kristin, Oliver, Parker, Mom. Went on a walk around the apartment. Weekends are worse than week days because no work to do. 

3/30 - Work is crazy because Schoology crashed since too many people on the platform. Did lots of Peloton Spin. Amanda moved her wedding to 2021. We are very worried about ours. I haven’t been sleeping. Went to visit mom with Winnie in afternoon for a walk. Passed neighbor Kelly but we couldn’t let her pet Winnie because not supposed to have other people pet your dog. We had a meeting with the Rabbi for our wedding. She is hopeful for July because she can’t stand the thought of not being able to send her kids to sleep-away camp haha. Started this dumb show Tiger King, everyone is watching it. About a man who keeps tigers in his house.

3/31 - Schoology crashed again. Too many users. Work has been busy but fulfilling though because we are so important right now, been nice to connect with my clients. It’s been hard working full days though I take breaks to work out and to do chores so I’m a bit all over the place. Went to the post office today to return a dress for my mom because I won’t let her go, all stood 6 feet apart and I feel scared to breathe in public now. It’s so bad in NY and the Daily Podcast is scaring me. 

4/1 - Work has been stressful because of the Schoology outages because everyone is doing school on Schoology now. Went to Deccico’s at lunch to do a big grocery shopping (we are trying to limit grocery store to once max twice per week since it’s unsafe to go). I wore a t-shirt as a bandana to cover my mouth, tried to keep sunglasses on, and wore a glove on my right hand (left hand was for my phone to see the shopping list). The line was wrapped around the entire corner and I ended up waiting 45 minutes. You have to be really careful to stand at least 6 feet behind the person in front of you. It was a bit overwhelming because we had such a long shopping list (also doing groceries for my mom), and they were out of a lot. I couldn’t find bread, orange juice, turkey, etc. Also have not seen lysol wipes in weeks. Unfortunately. I ended up being gone for an hour and a half and couldn’t even finish the shopping. Went to Stop & Shop after to finish the list. No one is going to Stop & Shop because they aren’t doing as good of a job with cleanliness protocol so it’s far less crowded. Under isolation I am 1) becoming a chef with Eric, we are cooking so much! 2) working out a lot and incorporating more floor workouts and strength training 3) drinking almost daily… 4) eating A LOT!!!!! Getting fit + gaining weight at the same time. Today was Greg Lesser’s birthday, so we had socially distant drinks on our lawn, I have a funny picture of all of us sitting that I’ll post above. During the happy hour, Caitlin Casey wanted to use our bathroom so she stepped inside, we deliberated if it was okay. I was too close to the door when she opened it and she alarmingly stepped back, no one gets that close anymore. Winnie turned 9 months today. A few other notes: our Election Primary has been moved to end of June. I will have to likely cancel my bachelorette party. Schoology already closed our office through April 30, with optional WFH through May 31st. I interviewed Hong Kong American School tonight, as they’ve been remote for months. They almost went back to school but when folks came back to China they brought COVID19 with them so now they are back to isolation. 

4/6 - We decided to stop going over to Eric’s family’s house because it’s making us anxious and there are four of them and Eric’s mom is still going to the hospital. I got an actual mask and have started wearing it to the store and I feel a lot more safe. It was a beautiful day today, 62 and sunny. I went to my mom’s house and worked from her patio. Then I went on a distanced walk with Winnie and Shanni and then Winnie and Caroline. I’m getting used to working fully remote, I can’t even imagine commuting in at this point.

4/7 - Here are a few things I’m grateful for during this time. Eric, a supportive and loving partner. We get along so well and find a great balance between hanging out together and being independent, so we haven’t been sick of each other at all. Our spacious apartment and easy access to green space and outdoors and running paths. Winnie, truly the love of our life, she is just a saint and we can’t imagine life without her. And the fact that we have a “home gym” ie Peloton, exercise mat, and weights. These four things make this experience far more manageable. And of course the fact that we are both still employed and that our families are still healthy.

4/11 - Went on a walk with friends in LeatherStocking Trail in Larchmont. Was a bit crowded and narrow which wasn’t good. We ran into a random boy from our high school who immediately picked up Winnie. (We aren’t letting people pet Winnie due to Corona but I didn’t act quick enough to stop it). Anyway, turns out his brother who he LIVES with has Corona. Which means he probably has it too. And he was out on a walk not social distancing and PET MY DOG!!! I was absolutely livid. 

4/15 - Cuomo requires all people wear masks in public in NYC. Cuomo says likely that there will be no large gatherings through the summer. Very sad about the wedding. Colleges are making online learning plans for the fall just incase.

4/28 - Silver lining of quarantine: I get to hear Eric’s work, not just his teaching but his deanship how eloquently and professionally he handles parent conversations, managing faculty that’s older than he is, and student situations. He is currently leading a parent forum book discussion on the book White Fragility on race and whiteness

[mondeskinder]

Revealed - Namjoon Oneshot

“Is it true that no one of the group is in a relationship? Or is there any member secretly in love? You have all reached an age that idols usually marry at.” I leaned closer towards the huge microphone in front of me, facing the crowd of cameras and interviewers directly as I answered with a stable, resolute voice. “All of us are too caught up in working and improving as a group to think about these things at the moment.” Lying had gotten easier over time. I still remember the first time I had to state wrong facts, my racing heartbeat, the heat of my cheeks hidden under layers of make up, my thoughts panicking at the idea of them not believing me, finding out somehow. It’s been three years. By now I’m not only hiding a relationship but rather a marriage with two kids and a small house on Jeju island. And even though I could visit them rarely once a month, we were happy like this, lulled by the comforting illusion of living a normal life. The four of us lived in a wonderful bubble of our happiness being safe, floating higher in utopian certainty. But every bubble pops, no matter how colorful its facade.

I had left the taxi a few blocks earlier, checking the digits glowing brightly on my phonescreen as hasty steps carried me closer towards light-hearted giggles and warm kisses waiting for me behind the next corner. Pulling the hoodie further into my face, I carefully scanned the few people on the streets to make sure nobody noticed me before taking the last left turn. The familiar house finally came into sight at the end of the road, a small front yard covered in vibrant dots caused by various types of blooming flowers, divided by a clean line of gravel leading to the front door. White paint starting to crumble on the window frames’ edges from the salty air as the east coast began a few meters behind, the sounds of waves and childrens laughs mixing under the azure sky of a serene august afternoon. After one more glance over my shoulder, just to be completely sure nobody had followed me, I walked onto the colorful lawn and gently pushed down the handle of the front door, entering hastily and letting out a sigh of relief at the click of its lock as it closed behind me. She sat on the couch, a sophisticated gaze letting go of a fashion magazine while wandering upwards to ultimately meet mine; wrinkles caused by a genuine smile framing tenderly glistening eyes. “Naeun! Nayu!* Daddy’s home!” I was only able to take off the black hoodie I’d used as a disguise despite the high temperatures before the toddler twins came rushing around the corner and towards me, who was already waiting for them with open arms. “ 아빠*!” I lifted them up, each of them clinging onto my neck in cheerful vivacity as I let out a surprised chuckle. “The both of you have gotten heavier!” It won’t take long until I won’t even be able to carry both of them anymore.. Seeing the worries and guilt hidden behind my cheerful words, she got up to join the family hug and comfortingly rubbed my back before peeling Nayu off my chest and therefore allowing me to relax my muscles in relief. “They’re growing quickly”, she grinned, lovingly poking the 3-year-olds cheek only to recieve a disapproving glare. “Dad, you were on TV yesterday!”, Naeun announced excitedly, fidgeting with the collar of my T-Shirt. “Oh really?” “Yes! You looked really cool”, Nayu added. I remembered the dancing mistake I’d made during the filming and let out a reluctant laugh, an embarassed glim in my eyes as I quickly glanced at Y/N, who grinned knowingly. “Kids, why don’t you show your dad the sandcastle you built earlier?”, she broke the awkward silence, saving me from further unintentional humiliation. The twins let out agitated sqeaks as we carefully sat them down, running outside to make sure their masterpiece was still at its original place; their sprints turning into a competetive race the closer they got towards the sea. A considerate sigh escaped my mouth as I watched their figures shrink in the distance. “They’ve already grown so much.” She let out an amused giggle, letting her head rest on my shoulder as her hand found mine. “You can’t get nostalgic already. What will you do once they start going to school?” “I simply won’t allow them to grow up any further.” Her candid laugh echoing in both the room and my heart caused my tension to vanish and being replaced with warmth inside my chest and a tender smile on my face. “I love you.” “I love you too.” Our lips met for a second, carefully greeting each other after what semeed like an eternity and only reluctantly letting go again; longing for more of the share affection. Instead of giving into their desire, I followed the childrens’ shouts from outside, yet stopping again in the door frame. “Did you close the curtains?” “Oh, right..Sorry.” She quickly made her way to the window, too much in a rush to see the figure across the street before the thick fabric covered the view.

At the beginning of a relationship, everything is soaked in excitement and tingles and butterflies going crazy in your stomach. The feeling of being connected to the world, the promising idea of living life to the fullest. As you grow together, heartbeats slow down around them rather than exceeding; the feeling of restlessness being replaced by reassuring comfort while living in a peaceful capsule of intimacy. But your detachment does not keep the world from existing, constantly changing, altering a reality you refuse to be a part of in these moments of deceptive harmony.

Y/N hastily shaking my shoulder ripped me out of my sleep. “What’s up babe?”, I grumbled, still drowsy, as I rubbed my hand over my face and recognized how early it must be, only the first rays of light filtering through white curtains and drawing orange lines on the wooden tiles of our bedroom floor. “Joon please wake up!” “I am awake”, I answered, unable to notice the panic in her tone before turning towards her and seeing the frightened expression on her face. Immediatly sitting up, a worried frown appeared on my forehead. “What’s going on?” “I-I just wanted to make breakfast a-and I heard noises outside.. There are tons of people in front of our house.. With c-cameras and stuff”, she explained in a voice that gave away how close she was to crying, her shaking hand pointing towards the living room. Despite my accelerating heart, I forced myself to remain calm on the outside. “Are the kids still asleep?” “Y-Yeah..” I jumped out of bed, grabbing my phone and dialing PD-nims number in a rush while making my way into the living room. “Answer the call for fucks sake”, I pressed out between my teeth, trying to surpress the anxiety forming a lump in my throat. “Namjoon-ah, what the hell?”, he mumbled in a raspy voice, not even trying to hide his anger. “I think they found out.” “Found out wha-” The abrupt silence caused my heart to skip several beats. “Are you sure?” Pushing myself against the wall next to the still covered window, I carefully caught a glimpse of what was going on outside through a tiny gap. Vans of several news stations were parking on the side of the roads, reporters chatting with their camera teams while casually leaning against our fence, impatiently waiting for anything to happen. “There are around 100 reporters camping in front of the house..” “Okay stay on the line, turn on a laptop and check how much they know. I’m getting ready right now.” “Okay.” Searching for recent news, I found tons of front pages completely filled with pictures of me holding the kids and kissing my wife - paparazzi shots which seem to have been taken only yesterday.

BTS Rap Monster hid his family?!

Revealed: Bangtans Leader in a serious relationship!

Kim Namjoon secretly married?! How will this affect BTS’s career?

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I quickly sent Jin a message, telling him to not allow anybody to leave the dorm at any costs before continuing to explain the situation to Bang PD with a trembling voice. “We need to stay calm. Nobody leaves the house. I’ll see what I can do. I’ll call you as soon as I can.” Even though the line got cut off, I continued to hold the device next to my ear, desperately hoping for anything to happen; waking up from this nightmare, someone telling me it’s all just a horrible prank, being able to turn back time and hinder this from happening. I was still staring at the computer screen, yet my eyes weren’t focusing on the words anymore. The secret is out. Everybody knows. In the moment the upload of these photos finished, everything had changed. In that exact moment, the kids lost their opportunity to grow up in an ordinary way, neither them or Y/N would ever be able to fully escape the public eye, BTS’s career would be hugely impacted by the scandal. I ruined everything.

As soon as I heard the familiar ringtone cut through the oppressive silence, my fingers clung onto the phone, answering the call in an apprehensive thrill. I had been sitting on the ground for several hours, my back against the wall on the opposite side of which Y/N was playing with the kids to keep them occupied. We hadn’t told them what was going on - they wouldn’t understand - rather saying it is nationally prohibited to go outside today and coming up with all kinds of stories to satisfy their curiousity. “It’s everywhere.” “What can we do?” “Look, I’m sorry-” “There must be something we can do!” “We can sue the person who uploaded the pictures originally. But there’s no way to remove it completely, it has already been shared too many times. It’s impossible, especially with all the attention it’s getting.” The pressure on my chest intensified; my usually so stable voice began to tremble. “What do we do now?” I heard him let out a long sigh. “What do we do?” “I don’t know.” Quiet grew between the both of us, swallowing the kids’ blabbering, the noises coming from outside, Y/N’s small chuckles when one of the twins said something funny, the voice of a reporter filming a news section in front of the house, my own thoughts; leaving behind nothing but numb muteness. Suddenly, two words appeared in the dull emptiness. Do something. Unable to concentrate on anything else, my mind drowning in the repitition of this one, simple sentence, I fell into a state of following my instincts instead of rationally analyzing the situation and looking for a proper solution. I knew that what I was about to do would not change anything, rather only make things worse. But it was something. My feet carrying me towards the front door. My hand on it’s handle. A deep breath. A step outside. Immediatly my eyes got blinded by thousands of flashlights, reporters running onto the property, carelessly stepping onto the flowers and shoving microphones into my face. I wasn’t able to do more than two steps before the mass of people completely surrounded me. All types of questions dissolved into one solid mixture of demanding screams.

Are the rumors true? Are these really your wife and kids?

Why did you hide your relationship?

How do you feel now that your lies have been detected?

“Please leave us alone.” At first it only left my mouth as a whisper, inaudible to any of the journalists who kept on bombarding me with questions. “Please leave us alone.” My knees hit the grass, my head lowered to escape their wild stares as I presented myself to the predators in wholesome vulnerability. Irritated silence slowly spread across the rows of people, waiting for something to happen. “Please leave us alone.” The moment of hesitation passed and they descended upon me once again.

As the years passed, the scandal faded. The media forgave, but it never forgot. ____________________ *Naeun is a Korean girls name meaning elegance and kindness, Nayu is a Korean boys name meaning genuine affection *아빠 (appa) is Korean for father/dad

[legion1993]

Conflicts can’t stop true love

Pairing: Sam x reader 

Prompt: (Dialouge prompt): “Could you be any louder?” (Trope/AU): Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas 

A/N: im so excited to be doing this the 3rd week SPN hiatus writing challenge for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing, this is probably gonna be a little different from my first 2 but please feel free to give it some love and some awesome yet criticizing feedback and ill start taking requests for fics soon… 

Plot: in the time of now with not much to hold on to we journey through flashbacks of the journey of Sam Winchester who finds his perfect match but what happens when the happy couple doesn’t agree on what goes on.. what happens when one wants to hunt and the other is focused on planning their wedding. When things get heated will the couple stay strong or be lost forever????

The beginning Once upon a time, in a bunker just outside of Lebanon, Kansas lived a lively young couple with one other member an older brother to keep people in line. Sam and Dean had met you on a hunt in the middle of the night you were about to be sacrificed by some witches but they saved you and after that they never let you out of their sight especially after they too discovered you were a hunter. 

You had lost your parents when you were young and had no other living relatives you had been moving in and out of foster care but left it when you moved across the states. 

You ended up getting trapped by those witches and getting rescued falling in love with Sam in the process you fell for him almost instantly. Sometimes dean got in the way and made you angry thus causing you to snap back at Sam but you loved Sam none the less.

 Each day passed and like normal couples your relationship with Sam was anything but ordinary you fought you bickered but what couple doesn’t have their challenges.

 Sometimes when there was a case it would just be you and Sam going you both had hunted so much together recently and each time you were alone in the motel room or driving it always seemed like Sam had something you wanted to discuss.

 ------------------------The present----------------------

 Once a year for the passed 2.5 years its been getting a lot more complex a lot has happened and right now you weren’t sure if this was a good thing.

 That was how it started but this is the present day Sam had caught wind of a case and when you both woke the next morning Sam kissed your nose, “morning beautiful, how did my favorite girl sleep?” 

You moved to stretch looking up at him as your head now rested against his bicep, “very well on my very lovable moose… now let me guess you caught us a case last night before bed?”

 Sam proceeded to kiss you softly before he smiled, “I love how well you know me, yes I did its in Fort Wayne, Indiana apparently someone is messing with one of the cases Dean and I dealt with like 10 years ago and right now I don’t like how this is going… how much do you know of Bloody Mary?”

 You smiled and traced circles on Sam’s chest before answering, “I know if you go into the bathroom at the stroke of midnight and say her name 3 times in the bathroom mirror she will come and kill you like 2 minutes later… please tell me she isn’t real too…” Sam nodded yes and you sighed, “lets go then we don’t need anyone dying today… unless you wanna ask me what you have been trying to for the last month…” 

You looked at sam curious and not wanting to take no for an answer, “alright alright yes I have been trying to ask you this for months actually but it has never been a more perfect moment than now right before a hunt where an evil girl comes out of a mirror if called and kills you to ask you to marry me… so what do you say will you marry me?” 

You were only shocked as it started to sink in when he pulled the little black box out of the night stand and you saw the ring and your words stopped, “yes…” was all you managed to squeal out as he slid the ring onto your finger… You both spent a little bit of time making out before getting up and getting ready to leave on the hunt. 

There was a calm that swept over you as you and Sam both left on the hunt, now being engaged felt weird at first but you knew it was gonna be amazing forevermore. 

Over the hunt you and sam started throwing out ideas about what kind of wedding you both wanted. You had wanted one based on a fairytale, sam wanted to go more traditional it was one conflict after another. 

There was no shortage of spats between you both on the car ride there and then you both watched as another police report came in and made you jump. 

There was a heat in the motel room that made your fed suits itch, but as you got ready, Sam looked at you and smiled, “Look Y/N I didn’t mean to yell in the car I mean its gonna take some time to adjust to life together and with conflicting ideas about what flowers which obviously we want something light and mild to make us feel romantic…” 

you looked at sam like you hadn’t ever seen him before but you were very very concerned and mind set on what you wanted for the wedding. “well if its romance you want how bout roses? They are romantic and traditional but if we get multi colored ones its adds the spice I want as well.” 

Sam took his tie and threw it on the ground, “omg Y/N don’t even think that would be a good idea we want to impress our family there are many hunters and friends and family who would be coming to see us get married we need to make a decent impression. Seriously it needs to be traditional and very very concise.” 

You grabbed your jacket and your phone, “im heading to check out the recent sight where a murder happened you go talk to the locals the police and such and we will I guess meet later.. I need to cool off Sam I hate fighting hopefully we can come to a conclusion later.. I mean we still have time.” 

You walked out the door and hot wired a mercedes that was outside, you had no sooner done that then you shut it down and got out of the car you didn’t feel like driving 2 blocks away so you walked, clutching your badge and your gun taking it slow you crossed the scene and saw the mirror the sight where the body had been and you gagged slightly at a smell that made you almost hurl on the crime scene.

 You collected some emf but nothing else really till you talked to the brother of the victim. “she was talking with her friend and I heard her saying that she wouldn’t do it ever she didn’t want to do it she didn’t want to say it, I stood by her door and listened as she walked into her bathroom and while her friend was on the phone she looked around and said it she said her portion due to a dare from her friend. Please tell me it isn’t real. Tell me you believe me.. I’m not crazy I watched my sister die… the police just think I’m insane but surely you believe me.”

 From the look in this boys eyes you could tell he was telling the truth, “I do believe you but why didn’t you stop your sister from doing that. Knowing the legend I’m sure you wouldn’t have wished this for her… if you remember anything else about that night don’t hesitate to call.” 

You handed him your business card before walking out the door and starting back to the motel, you hoped Sam had better luck than you, you were also hoping there was no more fighting at all between you 2 but you had left a list of things for dean to pick up to help both you and sam plan the wedding. 

You arrived back at the motel room and went inside having beer in your hand you kicked your shoes off and feeling something soft below your feet, it was the feel of soft rose petals below your sore aching feet. 

You looked up and saw sam sitting on the bed and smiling, “babe im sorry I hate it when we fight, how bout we celebrate our engagement and then in the morning discuss the findings of the case.” For the rest of the night you forgot your disagreements with Sam and you found yourself back in the same situation, you knew sooner or later there would be trouble. But you were excited, you both were wanting to get the wedding planned but you knew you had to take care of this case first. 

------------------THE NEXT MORNING-------------------

 There were lots of beer cans everywhere and clothes strewn all over and you woke up cradled against Sam’s chest, the feeling of his fingers tracing your shoulder. 

You smiled and stirred moving ever so slightly to look up at him. You saw then that he was still asleep so you slipped out of his arms and went to the bathroom to take a shower, you started the shower and just stood in the water dripping over your skin as you sighed letting your mind go blank your memories going back to when you first met Sam. 

---------------FLASHBACK--------------

 You were chained in a dark cold basement and the sound of cackling could be heard echoing throughout the entire house but a masculine groan heard from the cell beside yours. 

You had just enough le-way to see through the cracks in the walls and you could see a man laying on the ground, “are you alright I watched her bring you in ive been waiting for you to wake up..” 

The man came over to the hole in the wall and coughed, “are you Y/N? im Dean, i met your friend, Y/F/N and Jodi Mills sent me and my brother to save you but my brother didn’t get captured I swear he isn’t attracted to danger… but Y/N your tattoo and yes I can see it in the moonlight you’re a hunter aren’t you?”

 All you could do was nod and think about how Jodi was mentoring you in police training and how Y/F/N was always the brains of your operation. 

“yes ive been hunting since my parents passed me and my friend have been hunting for years we never actually knew about the witch we didn’t see any of the signs we were just here visiting Jodi trying to become apart of the Sioux falls police dept. I was walking home from the station when I was knocked out after hearing cackling and I just thought it was some stupid kids playing a prank and I ignored all the signs. Course I knew I was in trouble when I woke up in here I gather my friend told you guys about me… and I figure you have spoken with Jodi and seen the footage.” 

There was a pause as footsteps started coming down the stairs but you took an opportunity that had been presented, 

“dean follow my lead unless you have a plan to get us out of here… im going to stop my heart… yes I know I shouldn’t know how to do it but I do so im gonna stop my heart for a few seconds you start panicing and then use some lock picking skills to break yourself out the sight of my body will keep her distracted… just follow my lead…” 

Well you put your hand to your tattoo and you stopped your heart and you collapsed to the floor, “help help help she collapsed I think she is dying please you have to help her..” the witch only hissed and you knew dean was trying his best… 

the witch opened your cell and looked around then spotting you laying in the middle of the floor she crept slowly into your cell. Dean who quietly unlocked his cell got out and somehow managed to knock out the witch before picking you up into his arms and starting to carry you out of here.

 But they almost made it out, the witch threw some dust on you after basically yanking you out of deans arms and hovering you in the air, “you evil bitch what is that stuff??” Her evil cackle was ringing loudly as she snarled, “just a sleeping potion it will restart her heart but it will make her trapped in her own head, there is no cure there is no way you will ever wake her up…” 

at that moment fear and panic crossed his face as there was a moment of shock, 3 bullets were fired from the front door at that moment dean was able to place himself under your body and catch you as the witch burnt to a crisp and in came Sam Charlie and Jodi, “she is under a sleeping curse, we have to find a way to break it.” 

Charlie looked at everyone like she had an idea, when they all got back to Jodi’s you were placed on a spare bed and laying ever so still you could have been dead but thou you weren’t you looked like you could have been. 

It was once they had all gathered once more in the living room that Charlie came clean of her idea, “its like the classic fairytales the ones specifically where the beautiful maiden is placed under a sleeping curse and then comes along a prince whose kiss can wake her.. but it is only that one prince that can wake the princess otherwise she sleeps forever…” 

Immediately the question was asked, “so whose the prince??? I mean dean and sam are the only men here, and right now I don’t know what is gonna happen but I do know we have a young woman upstairs who I care about very much and would like to see at least live the rest of her life.” 

Jodi said through her tears. As everyone followed the boys upstairs dean went first as the oldest brother he volunteered himself to go first, he kissed your lips and nothing happened. He was shocked and yet slightly relieved he wasn’t big into believing the fairy tales and stuff.

 Sam was next and he whispered, “now sweet princess with this kiss I break this spell that has kept thee from this world we do love so.” With that he kissed your lips, and a burst of magical wind blew passed and Charlie squealed as your eyes blinked open after the kiss was broken. 

All you could do was cling to the man who had been kissing you not but a few moments ago. Then your eyes landed on dean and you giggled, “im glad you made it out alright…” dean chuckled and smiled, “well we survived together… by the way Y/N this is my brother Sam he is the one who woke you from your sleep… we were almost out of the building when the witch pulled you from my arms floatin you in the air and she brought you alive again as she put you under a sleeping curse...”

----------------BACK TO THE PRESENT-----------------

 Some strong arms managed to bring you out of the daze you were in as they wrapped around your waist, the feeling of soft kisses placed along your collarbone made you swoon as you were engulfed in the embrace of your handsome prince. “good morning how long have you been awake?” 

Sam’s voice still groggy from having just woken up… “long enough to daydream I just needed to escape a little bit but my body wouldn’t let me continue to sleep so I came in here to let the water rush over my skin.” You said with a smile as he switched you around to face him,

 “you know you look very very sexy in this shower the water dripping over your skin the way you shiver as you come away from the warmth of the water, the way you shift your weight like your in a fight, the way I can just pick you up and place you against this wall and you wouldn’t care.” 

All you could do was smile holding onto Sam you felt his groin against your heat and all was forgotten as you smiled, “how bout we do a nice hogwarts great hall themed reception and Hogwarts wedding invites with the crest on them?”

 That made Sam thrust into you hard and fast you felt the tile on the wall as you slid up and down it with each thrust taking you higher and higher into more pleasure. The next thing both of you heard was, “Could you be any louder?” and that came from the next room… 

Both of you couldn’t pin point the voice and decided to ignore it thinking you had left the radio alarm clock on. All the while Sam never stopped pounding you into the wall it was like no one else mattered till you guys heard something break outside the bathroom this made you both jump as you finished your time in the shower, you both got out and wrapped in towels. 

Sam grabbed the gun from the toiletries bag and walked out ahead with you following closely behind him. You both got out there only to find Dean and Y/F/N rolling around in your sheets, you and Sam grabbed your shared duffle and ran back into the bathroom and got dressed while Dean and Y/F/N decided to get dressed as well… 

There was a loud burst of laughter from Dean as he knocked lightly on the bathroom door, “Sam Y/N come on guys we came all the way over here tracking your phones after you both didn’t answer cause you were making sweet love in the shower… now hurry up we got us a bitch in a mirror dimension killing people who call her name to kill…” 

You and Sam looked at eachother confused as all hell and then opened the door and got bombarded with hugs and questions… “lets get 1 thing straight you 2 show up out of the blu and expect us to be ok with whatever is going on in our motel room bed btw… and to top it off expect us to accept your help on a case after what just happened here…” 

You said with such a tone to your voice you felt Sam cringe behind you, while filling Y/F/N’s face turn to one of shock. “Y/N, you know we are only trying to help. I love you Y/N your my sister and my best friend and I don’t want to say anything else right now without giving you something… Remember this… for the perfect double wedding….” 

Y/F/N hugged you before handing you the box you both had made so many years ago which now had 2 photos on the cover: one of you and Sam the morning prior to this moment, the other of Y/F/N and Dean that same morning both brother proposed on the same morning at the same time in the bunker. 

You took in a small sigh letting it sink in for a moment that you and your best friend were going to have your dreams come true. You looked at her and both of you let out a high pitched girly squeal before being surrounded in a group hug by your guys. 

You looked up from the circle and leaned your head against your best friends and panted, “lets kill this bitch before we discuss more wedding details…” 

It was then with your best friend your soon to be brother-in-law and your fiancé that you were all piled into the impala planning strategy while traveling to the mirror shop where the original mirror that was used to summon Bloody Mary rested…

 You all wanted this thing dead, none of you wanted to see more people die than which had already. None of you cared who was paired with who but in the end guys went together and girls went together. 

You all entered seeing so many mirrors you all knew what the mirror looked like you all just had to find it. 

The second you all located it you gave your gun to sam and told everyone to shoot it when they got the chance and with tears in your eyes you inacted the plan as you approached the mirror feeling the tears drip down your cheek as you breathed and said, “Bloody mary, bloody mary, bloody mary…” 

You then sniffled closing your eyes as you turned away from the mirror, you knew you only had a few short seconds before you had to run.. then the air thinned and became devilishly cold, you turned and screamed running away from her flipping over the desk where you knew the guys would start shooting her from, you landed in Sam’s arms grabbing your pistol and starting to shoot her too..

 But when you moved closer to take a better shot she hissed and pinned you to the ground, she got ready to claw your eyes out when 2 shots were fired behind you, mary took off into a mirror. In that instant dean and Y/F/N started smashing mirrors except for the original mirror.

 Everyone stood around as you were shielded in Sam’s arms, Y/F/N was in one of deans as he took his gun and shot an iron bullet dead smack in the middle of the mirror.

 The mirror was then loaded into the trunk of the impala which would serve as a reminder of a hunt that went wrong but turned into the beginning of a bigger truth. 

---------------WEDDING PLANNING---------------

 These couples have had their spats, and fights while doing this planning but they always end in cute moments that could only be described as the mark of TRUE LOVE. But lets see this for ourselves. 

SAM & Y/N: “well you cant expect us to learn the waltz in time for our first dance besides if we want our first dance to be romantic, the tango is much better for that.” You say as you keep going thru the ideas in your part of the wedding plans you and Y/F/N had written down and come up with long ago.

 “no Y/N the waltz is plenty romantic and its hella easier to learn than the tango… you are way too obsessed with that plan of yours which is really not traditional. I mean I understand and respect that this is what you and Y/F/N wanted for your weddings but we are supposed to have this set in already so the musician can select the music.” Sam yelled as you sniffled slamming your fists into your binder.

 Sam could see you in as much frustration as you, so he came across the room to you, pulling you from your seat he takes notice of your tired crying eyes… he wrapped you in his loving embrace and let you cry out your frustration.

Dean & Y/F/N: There were no problems till the food discussion… “there will be burgers, fries, beer, pie… there done it didn’t seem that complex right there…” Dean said as he looks at Y/F/N and sighs knowing she would disagree with some of what he said. 

“yes ok I hear what your saying Dean but we have to accommodate everyone’s taste buds not just yours or mine. But really dean pie think about it we are gonna have 2 wedding cakes but yes we will also have pie… but for burgers there will be beef, chicken and tofu…” All dean could do was groan, but he then looked at Y/F/N who was ready to pull her hair out but dean came over to her and carried her to bed… where in the hallway he and sam had a little exchange of glances, “could you be any louder than us tonight?”

----------------THE BIG DAY----------------- 

It was all ready your dress was pretty.. Insert dress here The hall had been decorated Insert hall pic here The music selected to match the theme but something was off you and Y/F/N shook it all off as nerves but it wasn’t like any nerves you both had ever felt before. 

It was time you both walked down the aisle with your men and you marveled at everything done up all pretty. You were happy and impressed. 

The officant was none other than Gabriel A.K.A. the trickster who started the wedding,

 “you know in all my years ive seen a lot of things happen but never have I seen something like this a double wedding and none the less seeing the day when both of you 2 chuckle heads would find women to put up with your stubborn asses but yes we are here in the presence of the holy hosts of heaven and all of your friends and family but most of all me… hahaha im kidding you may say your resepcted parts and then ill close this off so we can all dance and party…” 

The guys turned to both of you and smiled saying this in unison, 

“babe you make my world spin a little slower, you allow me to be myself and when im around you I know you wont leave me… so from today forward and forevermore I swear that I will protect you and love you in sickness in health until the end of time.” 

They slid the rings on and smiled as you and Y/F/N sighed saying in unison, 

“you rescued me, you brought me out of hiding and showed me what it meant to live in the light, you showed me what it truly meant to fight evil, you most importantly gave us something to live for so from today forward and forevermore I swear that I will protect you and love you in sickness in health until the end of time.”

 You slid the rings on and smiled as you all looked at Gabe who cleared his throat,

 “ok so without further or due with no objections thank god.. by the power vested in me by the laws of heaven and in the sight of god I now pronounce you husband and wife. Sam Dean kiss your brides…” 

Sam and Dean didn’t need to be told twice as they double dipped you both… you all lived happily ever after knowing that all the conflict of wedding planning and such was behind you but that mirror to this day still sits in the dungeon in the bunker because Fate had a different plan…

[sugabeans]

200 things you can put in my ask

i answered them all wow i was bored 

200: My crush’s name is: david but idk if it’s still a crush 199: I was born in: canada 198: I am really: dumb lol  197: My cellphone company is: telus bebe  196: My eye color is: light brown 195: My shoe size is: 7.5-8 it depends 194: My ring size is: no idea 193: My height is: 5′5 or 165cm  192: I am allergic to: pet fur  191: My 1st car was: i don’t have a car 190: My 1st job was: ontario govt - ministry of education, co-op student 189: Last book you read: i don’t read books 188: My bed is: my life 187: My pet: IS THE CUTEST 186: My best friend: is my sister  185: My favorite shampoo is: idk?? 184: Xbox or ps3: i have neither  183: Piggy banks are: never used  182: In my pockets: i don’t have pockets  181: On my calendar: there are numbers  180: Marriage is: not gonna happen in my lifetime  179: Spongebob can: KRUSTY KRAB PIZZA  178: My mom: is lovely  177: The last three songs I bought were? i don’t rly buy music so..  176: Last YouTube video watched: probs bubzvlogz  175: How many cousins do you have? too many to count  174: Do you have any siblings? yes, 1  173: Are your parents divorced? no  172: Are you taller than your mom? yes she’s only 5 feet  171: Do you play an instrument? i used to play piano, flute, violin ..  170: What did you do yesterday? work lol  [ I Believe In ] 169: Love at first sight: attraction yes, love no 168: Luck: yeah and i believe i’m unlucky  167: Fate: my fate is to die alone with dogs  166: Yourself: no never lol  165: Aliens: no  164: Heaven: yeah  163: Hell: probs not.. when you die i just think you’re “asleep” forever 162: God: i don’t think so 161: Horoscopes: no they’re dumb  160: Soul mates: for other people yeah! for me, no!  159: Ghosts: yes  158: Gay Marriage: OF COURSE  157: War: no :c  156: Orbs: wha  155: Magic: yes magic is real  [ This or That ] 154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs bc i’ve never kissed 153: Drunk or High: i don’t think i’ve ever been either?? idk  152: Phone or Online: online  151: Red heads or Black haired: black hair  150: Blondes or Brunettes: blondes are pretty  149: Hot or cold: cold  148: Summer or winter: winter  147: Autumn or Spring: autumn  146: Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate  145: Night or Day: day  144: Oranges or Apples: apples 143: Curly or Straight hair: straight  142: McDonalds or Burger King: mcd  141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: milk chocolate  140: Mac or PC: this is hard.. honestly PC even tho i love my mac  139: Flip flops or high heals: high heals? i hate toes lol  138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: sweet and poor bc i’m already that 137: Coke or Pepsi: does it even make a difference  136: Hillary or Obama: who cares (this must be an old post lol) 135: Burried or cremated: no preference  134: Singing or Dancing: singing bc my dancing is worse  133: Coach or Chanel: who cares  132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who?? 131: Small town or Big city: big city - no one knows you  130: Wal-Mart or Target: i like target when i go to the states..  129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: ??? 128: Manicure or Pedicure: never gotten either but mani bc ew feet 127: East Coast or West Coast: east bc that’s where i’m from? but canada 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: christmas dude - birthday’s suck  125: Chocolate or Flowers: CHOCOLATE  124: Disney or Six Flags: wtf is six flags?? disney obv  123: Yankees or Red Sox: i don’t care  [ Here’s What I Think About ] 122: War: it sucks  121: George Bush: this is an american dude isn’t it ..?  120: Gay Marriage: should be legal everywhere  119: The presidential election: i’m canadian  118: Abortion: pro-choice  117: MySpace: i had one  116: Reality TV: i don’t watch tv  115: Parents: i love them  114: Back stabbers: evil people  113: Ebay: love, but aliexpress is better 112: Facebook: i love fb messenger more than texting  111: Work: ew  110: My Neighbors: idk them  109: Gas Prices: are TOO HIGH  108: Designer Clothes: are a waste of money  107: College: is expensive - uni is expensive too  106: Sports: don’t care about them  105: My family: i love them so much  104: The future: is scary  [ Last time I ] 103: Hugged someone: today my daddy side-hugged me lol  102: Last time you ate: an hour ago? 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: saturday  100: Cried in front of someone: can’t remember - it was probs my co-op supervisor 99: Went to a movie theater: uh - to see beauty and the beast so do the math  98: Took a vacation: can’t remember  97: Swam in a pool: I HATE POOLS so it’s been more than 3 years probably  96: Changed a diaper: i haven’t done that  95: Got my nails done: never done it  94: Went to a wedding: uh .. a year ago? maybe?  93: Broke a bone: never  92: Got a peircing: i can’t remember.. so long ago like 5 years?  91: Broke the law: i never do  90: Texted: an hour ago [ MISC ] 89: Who makes you laugh the most: honestly, myself  88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my bed  87: The last movie I saw: free! starting days? mAYBE? or rurouni kenshin 3rd movie 86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: my death LOL  85: The thing i’m not looking forward to: when i need to move out of my house 84: People call me: by my name??? 83: The most difficult thing to do is: not eat  82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: no  81: My zodiac sign is: cancer  80: The first person i talked to today was: my mommy, about the coffee  79: First time you had a crush: idk i was like 6 probably  78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: there’s no one lol i hide everything 77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: idk but it happens regularly with my sister  76: Right now I am talking to: myself while i write this  75: What are you going to do when you grow up: idk, die  74: I have/will get a job: not yet  73: Tomorrow: i’ll wake up  72: Today: i’m sleepy  71: Next Summer: i’m panicking abt my future  70: Next Weekend: i’ll be sleeping  69: I have these pets: one doggo  68: The worst sound in the world: scraping chalkboards or anything similar  67: The person that makes me cry the most is: myself  66: People that make you happy: my family  65: Last time I cried: idk .. recently  64: My friends are: not real  63: My computer is: SO SLOW  62: My School: sucks honestly  61: My Car: is my mom’s  60: I lose all respect for people who: hurt others  59: The movie I cried at was: idk i cry a lot  58: Your hair color is: black / dark brown  57: TV shows you watch: does haikyuu count  56: Favorite web site: i guess it’s tumblr? or twitter - wow that’s sad  55: Your dream vacation: JAPAN  54: The worst pain I was ever in was: idk  53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium rare? 52: My room is: hella messy  51: My favorite celebrity is: kevin woo  50: Where would you like to be: japan  49: Do you want children: no  48: Ever been in love: no lol  47: Who’s your best friend: my sister (i answered this already??) 46: More guy friends or girl friends: girl  45: One thing that makes you feel great is: eating  44: One person that you wish you could see right now: kevin woo  43: Do you have a 5 year plan: no  42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no i’ll just die  41: Have you pre-named your children: no lol i don’t want kids  40: Last person I got mad at: my dad  39: I would like to move to: japan  38: I wish I was a professional: SLP  [ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: skittles  36: Vehicle: idk a car???  35: President: i’M CANADIAN  34: State visited: I’M CANADIAN  33: Cellphone provider: i don’t care  32: Athlete: don’t care 31: Actor: don’t care enough  30: Actress: don’t care enough 29: Singer: kevin woo  28: Band: ukiss i guess  27: Clothing store: anything cheap honestly  26: Grocery store: they’re all the same?  25: TV show: haikyuu??? 24: Movie: idk??????? 23: Website: i answered this already?? 22: Animal: doggos  21: Theme park: idk disney? 20: Holiday: christmas  19: Sport to watch: i hate sports lol  18: Sport to play: i hate sports lol  17: Magazine: i don’t read lol  16: Book: i don’t read lol  15: Day of the week: friday  14: Beach: I HATE BEACHES HOOOOOO  13: Concert attended: ukiss  12: Thing to cook: idk  11: Food: rice  10: Restaurant: congee queen ?? idk  9: Radio station: i don’t care 8: Yankee candle scent: wtf is this  7: Perfume: i hate artificial scents  6: Flower: i hate flowers lol but roses  5: Color: pastel pink  4: Talk show host: i don’t care 3: Comedian: i don’t know any 2: Dog breed: all dogs are good dogs  1: Did you answer all these truthfully? yes 

[shadowyin-yang]

Send me prompts!

@araglas1989: I could use something sweet. How about when Fenris sister comes, she brings fenris child with her (she doesn't betray him, danarius followed her) now fenris doesn't only have to care for a sister (a mage nonetheless) and a teenager.

I like the OC I ended up making. He’s pretty. Maybe I’ll draw him one day. And I tried to make this fluffy > 3<

Also, special thanks to this prompter for being the first to use my ko-fi button (located on both my blog+art blog!)!!! I’ll keep doing my best to deliver stories to the best of my ability! Thank you so much for your support! 

Misc. notes: pre-fenders-but-everyone-knows-they-like-each-other-and-are-just-waiting-for-them-to-become-“official”-already (so it def ends “official” as fenders) / the term ‘abomination’ is used a few times for Anders in the beginning / no one here likes blood magic so minor (tho unified) lack of interest in Merrill 

Link to ao3 chapter: here.

Fenris has learned that not many things go according to plan when living in Kirkwall. Everything from his adventures out with Hawke to...whatever his current interactions with the mage has become...

With that in mind, he knew things couldn’t go smoothly when he entered the Hanged Man the day he went to meet his supposed-sister (that turned out to be real), but he also didn’t expect...everything else that came after. Whatever this was. 

Silence.

Nothing but the occasional sips he took from his bottle of wine, the clacking from utensils meeting a plate, and the complete and utter lack of conversation where constant chewing and drinking filled the air instead. Fenris always mused what it must feel like to have a family. To have the one thing Hawke has...or had. But when the Maker decided to be funny about it, Fenris found he wasn’t prepared for a family. This is considered a family right? His sister, Varania, was still a sister even if he had no clear memory of her. He learned he apparently fought for the sake of the people of his own blood. Even if the plan may have turned out for the worst for all of them, did that change their relationship? But now that he had a sister again, what does he do now?

“Please chew with your mouth closed,” Varania scolded, being the first to break the silence at the dinner table. At least, that’s what Fenris assumed this was: A table. In the mansion’s kitchen. With people eating around it. That’s a dinner table right? Fenris found he never needed to have company over for a meal, just for cards.

The loud chewing stopped as the young elf sitting beside Varania closed his mouth, tucked his strawberry blond locks over an ear, and continued to chew silently. Fenris found he much preferred noise over the awkward silence in the air though. But the boy that Varania brought with didn’t speak much, not to Fenris at least. The boy has openly spoke to his saviors that day at the Hanged Man, and later spoke in Tevene to Orana. Then he’d pretend he doesn’t hear Fenris when being addressed by him (until Varania scolds him into responding). 

“I’m sorry, Leto.” Varania apologized on the younger elf’s behalf.  

“It is...fine...” Fenris awkwardly replied as he eyed the boy staring blankly at his plate while chewing. Brown eyes looked back at him occasionally but otherwise the young elf seemed to enjoy pretending Fenris wasn’t here. His long hair fell over his face again but this time he did not fix it. 

“I’m going out.” the teenager announced before standing from his seat.

“Put that in the sink!” Varania immediately pointing at plate. Fenris watched as the younger elf did it without complaint. “Yes, Aunt Varania,” being the only thing he said, and it was without the dripping sarcasm Fenris knew the boy was capable of. The young elf didn’t say another word as he swiftly left the room. Silence continued on until the siblings heard the front door of the mansion open and close.

“I am sorry about Hati...”

She must’ve apologized for him hundreds of times by now. Fenris almost felt guilty that she still felt so guilty. “It is not your fault,” he stated, trying to ease whatever he could of the situation. He found comforting wasn’t his strong point over the last couple of weeks. “I...I shall keep trying to talk with him. I do not wish to push him either but I shall remain patient.”

“Thank you, Leto...”

Leto...Fenris found he also had to get used being called that too. There were simply too many things to get used to since they killed Danarius: His sister, the discovery of his own son, the loss of the boy’s mother, Alina, at birth - another memory that Fenris grieved in losing, and his own hesitance at the fact that he now lives with two mages. 

Anders was putting out the lantern early. He had to get moving while light was still out or risk getting attacked while carrying heavy supplies. With the flames out, Anders readjusted the currently empty bag over his shoulder and turned only to catch a pair of brown eyes looking at him from behind a pile of crates. Anders blinked a couple of times as he stared back. Upon realizing that fact, the eyes descended to hide. Anders made sure to make obvious noise in his steps as he slowly approached the stacks of crates. Hugging his knees on the floor was Hati, glaring at the ground. Anders knelt before him, but made sure to keep appropriate distance. “Hi Hati. What are you doing here?” he asked with curiosity. It was a genuine question as Anders found the young elf stopping by the clinic more often than he used to. Ever since day one when Anders helped take down Danarius, with Justice, the boy and Varania didn’t seem to think highly of him. Exclamations of “It’s an abomination!” being the biggest hint. Justice wasn’t pleased to hear that but what could they do in this situation?

It was unfortunate as Anders found he could no longer visit Fenris in his mansion as often as he used to now that both Varania and Hati has also taken up residence in it and the last thing he wanted was to make them more uneasy. Not only that, he saw less of Fenris in general with the amount of time the warrior spent fixing up parts of his mansion and getting to know his...family. 

Despite the initial avoidance, Anders had spotted Hati around the clinic, often watching him work. He had tried reaching out to the youngster but the elf never reciprocated the attempts, and so Anders didn’t expect much of a response right here either.

“...why are you locking up the clinic at this time?” he asked quietly, as if afraid people will hear what he had to say.

Anders was taken back with surprise. “Oh, um, I have to go meet up with some of my patients. I’ve been neglecting on keeping my clinic stocked on some supplies so I’m going to go around to see if any of them have empty bottles and sacks for me to bring back. That way I can make more potions for Hawke and the others as well as for other patients.” Anders hoped his explanation was what Hati was looking for.

“Why don’t you just buy more? Or send someone to do it for you?”

“Um...well, the clinic runs on donations. Any money I make with Hawke I use to buy things I can’t get anywhere else. But if I can save a little bit by reusing things then that will go a long way. And I would ask those of Darktown to help but they don’t know everyone I see. Otherwise I would,” Anders offered a smile and lowered his voice into a whisper, “Because it’s easier to give the young ones coin than to their parents.”

Hati didn’t seem fazed at the suggestion. Maybe he didn’t understand what Anders was implying. Giving up, and not wanting to push Hati into any forms of discomfort, Anders offered a friendly grin again as he stood up to start on his way.

“Can I come with?”

Anders looked to his side as Hati stood. “...Of course you can!” he replied happily. It was a bit immature, and Anders would admit it, but to be potentially accepted by someone who initially rejected him (especially someone related to Fenris), well, it was more than he ever thought he’d get.

Kirkwall was a strange place. The south in general, supposedly, was just like Kirkwall. Mages everywhere are locked up in the Circles and at the mercy of the Templars, even the humans. The people in power are the non-mage humans of all things. Maybe Kirkwall isn’t so bad in comparison to Tevinter. Except the only thing that didn’t seem to change was that elves were still treated poorly.

Hati knew he didn’t want to ever go into the Alienage. It reminded him of Tevinter. That, and the blood mage lived there. It confused him just by the mere fact an elf was a blood mage. Maybe it was a Dalish thing? She seemed so nice otherwise...

Then there was the abomination. He was the most confusing out of all of them. He was merged with a ‘spirit’ as he calls it, is a human, and helped defeat a Magister. He was powerful. So why does he not rule Kirkwall with an iron fist? It was an answer Hati wasn’t sure if he’ll ever find. It was suspicious that Anders was closing the clinic early tonight though. Was he up to something? Was he going to secretly perform blood magic rituals with Merrill? Despite the possibility, Hati had a hard time believing it. He could always check, and run as fast as he could if things get out of hand. He did know a good stun spell.

Instead, the pair stayed in Darktown. Anders greeted the various residents and stalls. He does not enter one’s home without being invited in. Nor does he raise his voice to threaten or demand. Anders knelt down to talk to any children. He kindly asked if anyone’s finished using his supplies. Some have, and some haven’t. He thanked them regardless and would continue on his way. Sometimes the mage gets offered gifts of thanks. Anders always refused them. Sometimes he would cave if they were persistent enough, or if the gifts were from small children. The gifts have ranged from a single flower picked off the dirt nearby, to a copper, to a newly sewn tunic. If he was offered food, Anders would only take a portion of it, never the whole thing. Sometimes, Anders spotted a small injury on someone. A cut or bruise mostly, nothing serious as far as Hati could see. Anders would offer to heal it, most of the time with magic but occasionally he’d pull out a bandage roll and health potion.

Before Hati knew it, they had a bag of empty bottles, and Hati found himself back at the clinic with Anders. They were alone. It was now or never to settle his dying curiosity of this strange abomination. 

“...why do you not just kill the Templars?” Hati asked as Anders carefully placed his bag onto a cot that already had other supplies lying around on top of it. With how much Anders complained about it, Hati was surprised this man didn’t just kill Templars on sight.

Anders stared back in surprise at such a question. “Trust me. I’d like to. But not all Templars are bad people. It would not be right.”

“But I’ve head you say they are.”

Anders sighed. He started sorting the bottle sizes on the cot before continuing. “Not all Templars are bad people, but all Templars are a danger to me and all mages. There’s a difference.”

“I do not understand. You’re free here. Why won’t you all rise like the Magisters in Tevinter? Why do you not just GO to Tevinter?!” Hati didn’t mean to express impatience, but none of this made sense! There had to be a lie here! A trick! Fenris, a slave that ran from Tevinter, was clearly a little closer to a mage than one from his situation should be. The two weren’t exactly hiding how often they eye each other and sit or stand comfortably close to one another. Did the mage manipulate and control Fenris? 

“...It’s different here,” Anders eventually answered. “And I admit, I’ve considered going to Tevinter. But I do not wish to hurt people if I don’t have to. There is no reason to become something like a Magister. I don’t want to rule over people, I just want to live life without having to worry about death and hiding who I am from others. Tevinter is not the answer.”

“But you will kill people?”

“If I have to.” Anders repeated, his tone hardened.

Silence filled the air, save for the occasional clanging from the bottles that Anders set down. “...how come you’re friends with...Fenris?” Hati prompted instead. He dared to move a bit closer to the cot. Just a step. Anders tossed the now-empty bag to the side and moved himself over to the pot accompanied by various small jars filled with ingredients.

“Well...we surprisingly have a lot in common. We just had to shut up and talk about it. And come now, don’t speak of your father by name like that.”

Hati frowned. “He is not my father!”

Anders froze for a moment, but continued working. “I apologize, Hati.”

The elf blinked in confusion. He has heard Merrill apologize numerous times for some of her clumsiness. He has also heard Aunt Varania apologize to Fenris a lot. For them: for being a burden, invading the mansion, being mages... And he had heard Fenris apologize for not being in his family’s life. Not that it meant anything. It didn’t matter. They don’t know each other. Regardless, it wasn’t the same. To hear an apology from a human mage left him a bit dumbstruck.

“I understand how you feel.” Anders added as he started dumping ingredients into the pot.

Hati folded his arms. “No you don’t...!” he spat. How could he?! He’s an apostate from the south! His father didn’t put him into extreme poverty, left his mother and grandmother to die, left his Aunt to raise him for all these years! Alone. No one, just to two of them. The feeling of hunger became numb to him...

Hati became startled when Anders put down the ingredients he was fumbling with and looked straight into the boy’s eyes. Should he stun the man and run now? Anders, however, didn’t move from where he stood but he relaxed his posture. Hati found himself mimicking the relaxed state. “I also have no father. At least...I’ve personally disowned him as a father. He’s probably still alive. I wouldn’t know. I don’t plan to see him anytime son. He stopped being my father the day he turned me over to the Templars. I was a bit younger than you are though when it happened. I guess I wasn’t mad about it right away. I think I had hoped he’d come get me. Or my mother would. Obviously, it never happened. I know it’s not the same thing at all. But I understand not seeing your birth father as your father, and you’re in the right to do so. Sharing the same blood doesn’t always equal family. I...I think Fenris is a good person, and to me things were out of his hands. But...I should’ve considered your feelings on the matter. And I apologize for not being more considerate on that when I should’ve understood how you felt.”

The mage seemed genuine in what he said. He even seemed nice a lot of time. Not all the time though, not with that demon thing inside him. But as Hati looked around the clinic, all he recalled seeing here were the poor from both humans and elves alike. This was all too confusing. How did he, a dirt poor elf, end up with more luxury than a human mage? He was fairly certain his own bed at the mansion was bigger than the space Anders slept inside of. But...Anders was still a powerful mage. He knew how to fight and kill a man, but he also knew how to put flesh back together. He wielded magic as if it was a child’s toy. Not even Aunt Varania seemed to understand magic the way this man does and never once had he seen Anders attempt blood magic. Maybe there was...something to him after all...

Hati slowly approached the cot and stood directly opposite of Anders. The man gave him his full attention, but didn’t say anything. Hati suddenly felt a sense of shame. Anders always seemed patient with him despite how he treated the man in return. Was it out of pity? Was it because he was still a kid in his eyes? But Anders wasn’t very condescending to him. Anders also seemed very experienced in life when he wasn’t making silly jokes. Hati sighed and looked up at the man. “I...know this might be strange to ask. And I know you might not like me very much...but can you train me in magic?”

What surprised him was the way Anders’s face lit up in excitement at the question before getting he got out an exclaimed “Yes!”

It was strange. Hati has run off multiple times but he usually came back, or was brought back, by this time of night. Fenris paid a visit to the Hanged Man, back to being bustling and filled with drunks as usual. Except the warrior found no one had seen his son. He next went to visit the Chantry. Sebastian found Hati there one time, but apparently not today. Fenris went up to Hawke’s estate only for Bohdan to tell him that Hati didn’t visit today. This was concerning...Fenris swiftly went to Darktown, skipping the Alienage and just hoped Hati was with Anders. Anders did mention Hati had visited at times, if only to watch. Even if Hati was not there, he hoped Anders would’ve at least seen him.

Fenris approached the clinic door and swiftly knocked. “It’s me!” The door was swift to unlock, and Fenris was rewarded with Anders opening the door with a bright smile on his face.

“Oh Love, I’m glad you’re here!”

Fenris couldn’t resist the grin from appear on his face. “’Love?’ he repeated. 

Color briefly drained from Anders’s face before it was swiftly covered in feverish red. “Th-That just came out! Don’t you dare make fun of me for it!”

“Oh, why ever would you think I would do that?” Fenris asked only to get a playful shove from Anders.

“Oh shut it!” even with that, Anders tried to hide the laugh behind the comment. He let Fenris in and shut the door behind him. In the moment, Fenris temporarily forgot why he was here. He had spent so long trying to make conversation with Varania and Hati on top of adjusting to the overall changes of his living situation that he had missed just being with Anders. Sure, they have not had time lately to invite each other to bed, but even Fenris found himself missing nights where they share conversation over a nice meal or drink. Fenris had to resist a groan at the reminder that he wasn’t sure if Anders was eating much...

Before Fenris got to his question, he noticed Hati in the middle of the clinic. The boy was holding one of Anders’s staffs, observing its shape and design. He’d test the weight of it and tried swinging it around, though with far less grace than Anders had.

“Oh, that’s right,” Anders brought his voice down to a quieter tone. “Hati asked me to train him in magic!”

“Has he...?” That’s...good? Fenris wasn’t sure. Not to mention, he wasn’t sure if Varania would approve. Then again, does she have authority over him? This whole family thing is complicated. “How is he as a student?”

“Oh, well, we haven’t really started on anything. I’m letting him feel different staffs. I know Varania had one, but I don’t know if she ever had him use it. I wanted him to see if anything stood out to him; but no worries! I’ll teach him from the ground up!” Fenris saw Anders’s smile swiftly drain from his face. “Is it...weird?”

“Is what weird?” Fenris asked with a slightly raised brow. 

“That...I’m teaching your son magic? I...know Tevinter brought you nothing but trauma and then two mages just moved into your place and now it’s topped off with me trying to help Hati hone his powers; it’s just...is this too much? Because...I feel like helping Hait would do some good. But Justice keeps nagging me that it might be unjust...to you. Someone who is intertwined with all of our lives, even just a little, and I didn’t even discuss it with you!”

Fenris noticed Hati had stopped twirling the staff and was eying them carefully now. He looked back to Anders. “I am fine with it. If I were to trust anyone to teach him magic I would entrust him to no one else.”

This brought a smile back to Anders’s face. Fenris couldn’t help but give one in return. “However, it is probably only right that we discuss the matter with Varania as well.” Fenris sighed upon saying that but continued to try and reassure the other. “Do not worry, Mage. If I can learn to understand Justice, then I think she has little room to complain. I’ll see to it that she understands.”

“You don’t have to...but just hearing that is really touching, Love. I mean-Fenris! Oh Andraste’s tits...!”

Fenris chuckled. He granted the mage some mercy as he resisted to tease him over it. “It is...unfortunately getting late. I feel I should bring Hati back to the mansion with me.”

“Ah, yes, of course...” Anders turned around and also finally saw Hati was (still) quietly observing the pair. “Fenris suggests that you both head back home. It is a bit late and that’s when everyone decides to be an asshole for the day. But you can come back anytime and I’ll try to train you. How does that sound?”

Hati nodded. He put the staff onto a cot before heading over to the pair who started opening the clinic door. “...Thank you, Ser Anders.” he said just above a whisper and headed out first without looking at Fenris.

As Fenris started exiting as well he ran his hand over the mage’s arm and held on until Anders looked at him. “For the record, Mage, I do not mind being called...that.”

“You....don’t?”

“No. I do not,” Fenris replied confidently. He looked to see Hati waiting for him by some stairs before looking back to Anders. “We...should have word. Alone. But you may still call me...whatever you’d like.”

Anders beamed. With hesitance, their hands held onto each other before Fenris had to part them. He didn’t look back as the temptation to just hold the mage in his arms again was too strong.

The walk back to the mansion held the same awkward silence Fenris found himself usually having back at home. “I am happy that Anders is helping you.” It was worth a shot to initiate a conversation. Silence only continued and Fenris sighed.

“Why do you like Ser Anders?” Hati asked after the initial pause. Fenris found himself startled that he was even asked a question but didn’t hesitate to grab onto the opportunity.

“He...well, we have discussed much of our lives. I am not sure what you rather hear. He is kind, rather humorous, very caring, and filled with...passion. I suppose that might be an alluring trait.”

“I agree.”

Fenris raised a brow, unsure if he wanted to question what part of his statement Hati was agreeing with.

“I...do not fully understand everything that Ser Anders says. Everything in Kirkwall is so different. Everything I knew of him is different. But...he is admirable.” Hati confessed. Fenris saw the boy’s face relax upon admitting his thoughts. “I feel like you aren’t so bad...if someone like him can like you.”

Fenris wasn’t sure if he was supposed to take that as a compliment or an insult.

Varania wasn’t pleased of the news of Hati running off almost every day to learn from Anders. In fact, she often ended up at the clinic herself just to ensure that no one started summoning demons and slicing their skins. 

It was during this period that Fenris’s home routine started shifting. For one, Hati was more talkative. He showed off little tricks that Anders taught him, and talked about how Anders saved all those workers from the Bone Pit or that he helped a mother give birth. When he wasn’t speaking he was reading through notes that Anders gave him to study, even while at the dinner table. Well, Fenris later found Hati was looking at pictures. Varania didn’t have the chance to teach the boy to read. When Anders found out, he encouraged Fenris to help Hati in his studies; reminding him that everything in the notes were things Fenris already knew how to read. He was hesitant, but Fenris did just that and offered to help Hati. Now with more free time, Varania was also eager to assist in Hati’s learning. Hati started memorizing plants and their names, and went to Fenris to ask the names of said-plants if it became too hard for him (in which Fenris embarrassingly went to Varania when he also did not know how to read something...but they were longer words okay?). It was then, Fenris suggested to bring Hati along to Sundermont.

“Why? What if we’re attacked?” Hati questioned, his nose buried in the notebook a moment earlier. 

Fenris picked up his sword that was leaning against the wall. “I will keep us protected. We shall help the mage gather some supplies. It might make it easier for you to memorize what to look for.” 

What Fenris didn’t expect was the excitement and curiosity Hati expressed the moment he spotted his first elfroot. He’d open the book and looked between the eflroot in person and compared it to the sketchy illustration. He’d sit there and try to sound out words based on the letters and not from memory. When he finished he’d move on to the next thing he found.

The pair gathered an abundance of plants, herbs, and roots before returning to Kirkwall to seek out Anders. They both dropped off sacks of supplies before the mage. Upon seeing Anders’s surprised and grateful face was when Fenris saw Hati light up in pure glee. It the first time his son smiled in such a way since arriving to Kirkwall. 

Between both reading and magic lessons, Fenris found Anders also was occasionally speaking about magic with Varania. While Hati laid on an unused cot to read through a new book, Fenris came upon Anders helping Varania on her postures and how to effectively use a staff. Fenris felt a strange warmth come up inside him. It was new, but a good kind of warmth. 

It was family dinner time and Hati was retelling stories that Anders must’ve told him. Fenris found he already knew most of them, but it was a pleasant sight to see Hati be excited about Anders’s adventures. It was also pleasing to see Varania take an interest as well. 

“That broodmother sounds absolutely vile...” Varania said with a shake of her head.

“Of course it was! That’s what made the fight so amazing!” Hati exclaimed, as if needing to defend Anders’s story.

“Oh I agree. I just pictured the broodmother as Hadriana.”

Fenris found himself chuckling at that. “And neither of you questioned about his cat bringing his companions back to life?”

“Well Ser Pounce was clearly a magic-cat!” Hati defended. “Or maybe it was Ser Anders’s own magic? Can he do that?”

“Oh I’m sure they weren’t really dead. He must’ve healed them swiftly enough in battle.” Varania pointed out. She turned to look at Fenris with a rather serious expression. He lifted his drink for a sip as he anticipated a question from her that he may need time to answer. “Leto, I understand you’ve been away from Tevinter for a long time, and I know the South must have some of their own traditions and cultures...But when are you going invite that man to live in your home?”

Fenris choked on his drink.

After a moment of coughing, Varania found he was fit enough for her to continue. “You cannot string him along like this. We’ve already burdened him with helping us. I was surprised to learn you never invited him to live with you. Even the poorest of those in Tevinter have made attempts to share burdens when courting and I have yet to see you put in such effort. Surely I do not need to remind you that he lives in a sewer!”

“Yeah!” Hati exclaimed in agreement. “I told him his passion was as bright as the sun itself. You know what he said to me? ‘Oh that’s a compliment if I’ve ever heard one. That is very sweet of you, Hati. Thank you.’”

Fenris glared. Hati smirked in response.

When Anders opened his clinic door, he knew it was Fenris on the other side. But he didn’t expect Fenris to be holding a handful of colorful flowers...flowers that Anders was pretty sure belonged in a garden from one of Hawke’s neighbors.

“Oh, well, this is a surprise.” Anders grinned and let the elf in before closing the doors behind him.

“I know it is late but...” Fenris didn’t finish the sentence and practically shoved the flowers into Anders’s hands.

The mage smiled. “They’re lovely, Fenris. Thank you. What did I do to earn such a lovely gift from my favorite elf?” 

Anders noticed the flush that appeared on Fenris’s face as the warrior tensed up before he responded. “I...I am aware we have not spent as much time together since the incident with Danarius...” There was the complete and utter lack of sex for one. Okay, no, that was not the important part right now! “And...I wanted to ensure you that despite that, I do not want you to feel that I have neglected you.”

Anders felt fluttering in his chest, as if he was teenager all over again back in the Circle, and he knew his heart just melted. “Oh Love...that is-I...I’m touched. I’m very touched. Thank you! I felt I was the one neglecting you! And here you are, showing up on my doorstep with quite lovely, and expensive-looking, flowers. I do not know how to even match your gesture!”

“Youcouldlivewithme...”

“I’m sorry...what?” Anders leaned in a bit closer. Maybe it was the lack of lighting but Anders could’ve sworn the red only deepened on Fenris’s face.

“You could...live with me...”

“Oh...” Anders felt his own face get a smidge warmer than a moment ago.

“I...am fond of your company, Mage...Anders. I know that I do not have anyone to vouch for my experience as a parter nor can I say I know how to be one. Despite that, if you are willing, I wish to be yours if you wish to be mine.”

“Oh Maker...” Anders felt his eyes ready to tear up and he swiftly wiped them away. “Oh Love...I’m the one that always worried I can’t give you what you want and deserve. I have nothing to offer you. To hear you say those words to me...how can I say no? I would not blame you if you changed your mind but...how could I reject someone as considerate and understanding as you’ve been to me?”

“Do not be ridiculous, Mage...Anders. You have much to offer.” 

“I hope that wasn’t a size joke,” Anders smirked.

“It could be.” 

Anders let out a soft laugh, and felt more at ease when Fenris smiled in return. “In all seriousness, I...I’d love to live with you. Is...everyone else okay with it?” 

Fenris sighed. “Varania gave me a lecture about how I’m rather poor at being someone suitable for courting. For one I should start using your name...” Fenris muttered the last part. “Hati then gave me a hard time about how I am not romantic enough........did he really say your passion was as bright as the sun?”

Anders had to resist letting out a laugh. “Um...yes, he did. It was rather sweet. Your son could probably write some amazing love letters. But don’t worry, Love. I think you’re perfect the way you are.”

“You flatter me, Mage...Anders. I am happy to hear you’d be willing to take up residence with me. However, I should remind that we will not be alone.”

“I think I’ll be fine, Love. I’ve had plenty of patients stay overnight here at the clinic and all those camping trips we’ve done when out with Hawke. And I like your family. They’re still adjusting, but...they seem like good people. Okay, I also appreciate that they seem to like me a little more than before.” 

Fenris nodded, seemingly understanding. “As am I. Shall we leave then?”

“Wh-What? You mean starting now?!” 

“Sooner the better. You do not need to move everything now of course. But you can share my bed again.” 

Anders laughed again. “Love, is that really a good idea with your family there...?”

“If they complain, I will deal with it in the morning.”

“Fenris!” despite the initial protest, Anders had a hard time saying no to being wrapped up in Fenris’s arms, under his bedsheets, and falling asleep to soft kisses...

Despite attempts at being quiet, Anders had a feeling he might’ve been a bit too loud last night...

Varania wasn’t acting any different than usual, but didn’t seem surprised in the slightest that he showed up at breakfast the next morning. Unlike Hati, who was at least surprised when he saw the man. Then Anders overheard Varania saying something to Fenris about changing rooms. Oh Maker...

Anders felt a tug on his tunic as Hati scooted his chair closer to him. “Hey, Ser Anders, can you help me do my hair like yours? I can never do it right. I only know how to make my hair into a bun...but my bangs keep getting in the way regardless.”

Anders smiled and turned slightly to face him. “I can teach you, sure. But why don’t you just cut it? I can help with that too.” 

“Maybe..."

“Have you ever had a braid?” Anders asked. Hati shook his head. Anders took out one of his hairbands from his wrist. “You should try it at least once. You have such long and gorgeous hair so it would look better on you than on someone like me. May I?” 

Hati nodded and turned around. Anders did his best to straighten the hair with just his fingers before starting on a braid. 

“Oh, Ser Anders, I remembered you like cats. Merrill mentioned something about a litter in the Alienage. You think you’ll get one?” 

“Oh, well, nothing would please me more really. Though I don’t think Darktown’s a safe place for a cat. Why, are you thinking of picking one up?”

“Maybe...I heard Merrill was having trouble getting interests for them. I do want one though. I want to name them Skoll!” 

Anders almost grimaced. “What? No, they need a more dignified name!” He heard Hati chuckle, as if that comment was a joke. Then again, he did the same thing when Anders told of Ser Pounce-a-lot. Guess not everyone will appreciate his names. Anders finished braiding and let the braid rest over the boy’s shoulder. “Still need to cut your bangs. But I kept the braid loose and tied it to more the right so it’ll hang more naturally. Let me know how they feels for you.” 

Hati felt the hair in front of him before looking back at Anders. “Thank you! I will!” 

Soon, breakfast was laid out by Fenris and Varania. Hati immediately asked if they can bring home some cats. ‘Because Anders made them sound cool’ being one of the reasons. Fenris wanted to refuse. After all, who would look after an animal with him and Anders occasionally running around with Hawke? Varania will soon pick up work as well and Hati was originally meant to stay at the Hawke estate when no one was home. Though Hati was rather used to responsibility...and cats could always get some of the rats that were running around the place...

They ended up with two cats: Skoll and Lady Mooneviere. Varania also was swift in moving to the furthest room possible from her brother’s room. Hati ended up keeping the braid hairstyle. Anders found himself coming home every night to people he’s grown to care for. Fenris felt the same, a routine he hoped to never give up. 

Except now Varania was now giving her brother a hard time on when the official engagement announcement was going to happen - Fenris didn’t realize an expensive gift (the bloody cats) was practically the equivalent of an engagement ring...

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The Misadventures of Prince Kim - chapter 23

(aka the royalty AU story)

Updates will be slower now because I’m all caught up with posting and might not have time to write more (I’M SORRY I’VE BEEN WRITING SO FAST) :P

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At some point during the month of May, a change occurred in the royal class. The previous Viceroy of the Rossi City-State had passed away, and in his place the father of one of the noble class was appointed to take the role. This noble, Lila, was a mere “Marchesa” and was not descended from royalty, but through some rule loopholes she was allowed to move into the royal class due to her father’s new position.

“A viceroy is a representative of a nation’s sovereign monarch despite being appointed the role rather than inheriting it,” she told the class during her introduction on her first day, “and therefore, being the daughter of a provisional monarch, that makes me a rather unusual, unique type of princess. My formal title is still marchesa, though. I’m just special.”

Lila looked around the room at everyone watching her, trying to size them all up in her mind. She already knew Alya, of course – she was part of her spy ring. She recognized most of the others too since the nobility had all been given special classes on recognizing the royal class members and how to properly respect them. It would be so exciting to be one of them instead now. Everyone would look up to her.

Her eyes went straight to Imperial Prince Adrien, sitting near the front, watching with polite interest. Ah yes, he was the highest ranked out of all the boys here, wasn’t he? Not to mention rather stunning in looks. All the nobility were always secretly fawning over him. If Lila could just get him to fall for her, well, wouldn’t that make her the absolute best? Then no one would judge her for being out of place, a noble amongst royals. She would really have earned her spot.

As soon as the lesson was over, she went directly to Adrien, curtseying and then gently taking his arm in her hand.

“It’s ever so nice to meet you, Your Imperial Highness,” she gushed. “May I just call you Adrien?”

“Oh, um, of course!” Adrien replied, smiling nervously. “Nice to meet you too, Lila.”

“I’ve heard so many tales of your politeness and how wonderful you are.”

“Really? Thank you, I had no idea–”

“In fact, back in Rossi being polite is a very respected trait. That’s why my father was chosen to rule – he’s ever so polite. I’m trying to be the same way so I can make a great leader too one day.”

She stepped a little closer and leaned forward, hoping he would be able to smell her perfume.

“So Adrien, could you show me around? I already know what the noble areas of the school look like, of course, but now I want to see the royal areas too. I especially wore my most regal dress to make sure I fit in. It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”

Giggling, she held out the skirt of her dress so that the intricate design was in full show. Adrien took a small step back and gave her a thumbs up.

“Yes, that’s a nice dress,” he said. “And, uh, I would absolutely love to show you around, but…”

“I know, I know, your father wouldn’t approve of you associating with a member of nobility, would he?”

“It’s not that, I don’t mind that at all! It’s just that I have some homework I need to catch up on so I was planning to go to the library first and do that, though of course I can show you around later if you like.”

“Why don’t I just come to the library with you? Two people working on homework together would be much better than one.”

“Oh, um, alright!”

Lila linked her arm up with Adrien’s and let him lead her to the library, where he set out all his papers and began working.

Hmm… they were alone in here, weren’t they? It certainly seemed like that. Perhaps now would be a good time to make a move. After all, that was the sort of thing Lila was good at – flirting, getting people to like her, falling under her charismatic spell.

“So, since you’re royalty, are you betrothed to anyone yet?” she asked, placing her hand over his and inching her chair a little closer. She knew perfectly well that these days people didn’t tend to get betrothed so young, royalty or not, or at least they would have some say in it. But it was a good way to broach the subject.

“Not exactly,” Adrien said, leaning away just a tad.

“What do you mean, not exactly? Is there someone you’re under pressure to end up with?”

He sighed. “Kind of. I mean… it’s not really a big deal. But Bourgeois is the other big empire in the world, so a lot of people expect that… Chloé and I… well…”

“You know, a girl doesn’t have to rule a big empire to be considered an ideal match.” Lila batted her eyelashes at him and put on her most winning smile. “Even smaller countries can be wealthy. Even city-states can be wealthy.”

Yes, she was being incredibly obvious. People always called her a fast-mover. But at least it tended to work! How were you ever going to get anywhere with anyone unless you put yourself out there and really went for it?

“It’s not wealth I’m after,” Adrien said. He rested his head on his hands and gazed off into the distance. “If I’m going to get engaged to someone, I’d want it to be someone I like. Someone who I get along with, can call a friend, who makes me happy to spend time with…”

Lila frowned – Adrien was definitely thinking about someone in particular, but who? Who in the class could he have possibly fallen in love with?

Never mind. She would just have to work harder to win him over, that was all. If she spent as much time with him as possible, surely that would bring him around.

Kim soon received a letter from home. How could that be possible? Weren’t there border problems preventing mail from getting through? He had a read of it, skimming over the boring bits.

We have sent this letter by messenger pigeon to the postal centre in Cheng, where it will go by traditional mail to the school.

Oh, that explained it then.

Speaking of Cheng, if the situation here does not improve by the time your summer holidays begin, you are to go and stay with Princess Marinette’s family as their guest. We have already corresponded with them and they have accepted that this would be a good idea. You will be staying in the royal palace in Cheng, rather than Dupain, as it is much closer to Lê Chiến. This way if things improve while you are there then it will be easier for you to return home quickly, and we will be able to keep in touch relatively easily too.

Not bothering to read the rest, Kim grabbed the letter and rushed out of his room, heading straight for Marinette’s dorm. It appeared she had the same idea as they ran into each other halfway.

“I might be staying at yours for the summer!” Kim said excitedly, waving the letter at her.

“I know, my parents just told me too!” she squealed, holding up her own letter. “I’m so happy!”

“I know, right? How fun it this gonna be? I love visiting Cheng, your parents are awesome – you guys are like a second family!”

“That’s exactly what I thought!”

“I can’t wait!”

Marinette suddenly cleared her throat, looking a lot more serious. “But I do hope whatever the situation is in your country, it clears up soon. I would hate for there to be any danger or permanent problems, and I’ve heard that you haven’t been home in a while so you must be missing it…”

“Oh, yeah…” Kim had forgotten about that in his enthusiasm. “I can’t get home because the only routes go through Agreste territory, and apparently those areas are really unsafe right now for some reason. Something to do with rising hostilities. I don’t know, no one ever really tells me anything properly.”

“I hope it gets sorted out soon. I mean, I am very excited that you’ll be coming to stay, but the stability of your kingdom is more important than that.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Kim had a quick look at the rest of the letter, but there didn’t seem to be anything of interest. All of a sudden it was hitting him how much he did miss his kingdom – it wasn’t perfect, but it was home, and it had been months and months since he had been there. What if the hostilities took a long time to clear up? What if he couldn’t go back for years?

Marinette gave him a poke in the arm, and he saw that she was smiling up at him reassuringly. “You know, we haven’t hung out in a while. What do you say we have a tennis match?”

Oh, classic Marinette. She always knew how to make him feel better. A tennis match against his old friend would be so much fun.

“Good idea, let’s go!”

Over the course of that week, Lila had somewhat managed to figure out that Adrien was very much crushing on Marinette, who seemed to like him back, though with both of them blissfully unaware of the other’s feelings. Lila would have to get Adrien to fall for her as quick as possible before he or Marinette made a move. At least she had been talking to him so much this week, surely he had to like her at least a little bit by now. After all, he was definitely interested in girls. This would not be an impossible task.

“Adrien, I have to ask you something,” she said to him one day, sitting with him outside on the bench by the moat. It was a bright sunny day, with flowers blooming everywhere, and she had managed to get Nino to go somewhere else so that it was just her and Adrien alone.

“Yes, of course,” he said. “What is it?”

“I’m new here and I always wondered whether I could fit in, despite being from the noble class… do you think I fit in?”

“Of course you do!” His tone sounded rather surprised. “Lila, you fit in very well indeed! Everyone loves you.”

Obviously they did, she had made sure of that. Everyone in the class had been enthralled by her tales of life on the lavish, luxurious island of Rossi, even though she may have spun some of her stories a little more than could be considered truthful. Especially since she had never actually spent much time in Rossi, more often being back in the Marca Volpina on the Italian mainland. It didn’t matter, no one would ever find out.

“And what do you think of me?” she asked, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. “Do you like me?”

He turned to face her, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Yes, of course I like you, Lila. You’re so nice, and you’ve always made sure to chat with me a lot and spend time with me… I guess it’s like having a sister.”

That was so nice of him. He was ever so sweet, and–

Wait, what? A sister? How could he possibly…?

“Lila, are you okay?” he asked, seeing the tears start spilling out of her eyes suddenly.

“You said that on purpose!” she snapped, enraged. “You knew perfectly well I’ve been hitting on you this entire time, you just never bothered to tell me outright that you don’t love me! You’d rather just break my heart by telling me I’m like a sister, because you don’t have the guts to do it properly! Isn’t that right, Adrien?”

The words came gushing out before she could stop them. It always made her so irrationally upset when people didn’t love her the way she wanted them to, and she could never figure out why, nor could she control it. She didn’t want to lash out at Adrien like this, but for now she couldn’t stop herself.

“Um… well… okay that’s true, but…” Adrien was looking embarrassed.

Lila let out a sob, turning away. “I thought we had something special! We’ve been on so many romantic dates this week together!”

“What? Romantic dates? I was just being friendly!”

“Well don’t bother to lead me on next time. Just forget about it!” She stood up and ran off, ignoring Adrien calling after her.

What could she do now? She had spent all that time and effort courting Adrien, just to have him state his disinterest in her upfront. It was so humiliating! She was supposed to be good at getting people to fall in love with her, that was her speciality! How could she have failed on such a dashing imperial prince like him?

Still in a half fit of rage, she made a rather rash decision. The Agreste Empire was enemies with Lê Chiến, right? In that case she would go for Prince Kim instead. After all, she had almost caught the guy under the mistletoe back at the winter party that one time, though she had managed to brush it off when he said that he was waiting for “someone else”. It was fairly obvious that “someone else” was the tiny little pharaoh he spent a lot of time with, but Lila could tell that wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry, especially since said pharaoh was too oblivious to see past her own nose.

No, it would hopefully be easy to snag a brainless, athletic pretty boy like Kim. And it would be the perfect way to get over Adrien.

[simonsperalta]

questions

200: My crush’s name is: ahahaha  199: I was born in: my nanans bed  198: I am really: a hibernating bear  197: My cellphone company is: Giffgaff  196: My eye color is: greeny blue  195: My shoe size is: 7  194: My ring size is: no idea 193: My height is: 5′3 192: I am allergic to: nothing  191: My 1st car was: havent got one 190: My 1st job was: none yet  189: Last book you read: Jack The Ripper 188: My bed is: single like me  187: My pet: havent got one  186: My best friend: Maple Siwwip and my Riverdale buddy 185: My favorite shampoo is: rasperry  184: Xbox or ps3: Xbox  183: Piggy banks are: pigs 182: In my pockets: nothing  181: On my calendar: not got one  180: Marriage is: fun  179: Spongebob can: make krabby patties  178: My mom: was amazing love her  177: The last three songs I bought were? Lying is the most fun, Killing me softly and I write sins  176: Last YouTube video watched: Mamma Mia SOS  175: How many cousins do you have? many  174: Do you have any siblings? 5 173: Are your parents divorced? never got married  172: Are you taller than your mom? yes 171: Do you play an instrument? guitar, ukelele and keyboard  170: What did you do yesterday? sleep and eat chocolate  [ I Believe In ] 169: Love at first sight: meh  168: Luck: meh 167: Fate: meh  166: Yourself: nah 165: Aliens: yah 164: Heaven: nah  163: Hell: yah 162: God: nah  161: Horoscopes:meh 160: Soul mates: yeh 159: Ghosts: yas 158: Gay Marriage: of course  157: War: no its evil   156: Orbs:meh  155: Magic: yeh mate  [ This or That ] 154: Hugs or Kisses: both  153: Drunk or High: drunk  152: Phone or Online: online  151: Red heads or Black haired: both  150: Blondes or Brunettes: both  149: Hot or cold: hot  148: Summer or winter: winter  147: Autumn or Spring: autumn 146: Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla  145: Night or Day: Night  144: Oranges or Apples: Apples  143: Curly or Straight hair: Curly  142: McDonalds or Burger King: Mcdonalds  141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: milk  140: Mac or PC: PC  139: Flip flops or high heals: pah none  138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: any  137: Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi  136: Hillary or Obama: Fuck uhm... both  135: Burried or cremated: Burried  134: Singing or Dancing: Dancing  133: Coach or Chanel: wot  132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: Kat  131: Small town or Big city: Small town  130: Wal-Mart or Target: Target  129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Ben  128: Manicure or Pedicure: Manicure 127: East Coast or West Coast: dunno west  126: Your Birthday or Christmas: birthday  125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers 124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney  123: Yankees or Red Sox: yankees [ Here’s What I Think About ] 122: War: Evil  121: George Bush: isnt he horrible? idk  120: Gay Marriage: AMAZING AND IT SHOULD BE ALLOWED EVERYWHERE  119: The presidential election: stupid 118: Abortion: Should be allowed if the woman didnt want the child or it was due to an asult  117: MySpace: old 116: Reality TV: dumb  115: Parents: Dads can be dicks but mums are amazing 114: Back stabbers: fuck off 113: Ebay: good if you dont get scammed  112: Facebook: meh  111: Work: ffs annoying  110: My Neighbors: okay i guess 109: Gas Prices: idk  108: Designer Clothes: meh  107: College: okay  106: Sports: stupid 105: My family: cool  104: The future: ahahahaha  [ Last time I ] 103: Hugged someone: a few days ago  102: Last time you ate: 7 pm  101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: last year  100: Cried in front of someone: no idea 99: Went to a movie theater: when i was 10  98: Took a vacation: when i was 11  97: Swam in a pool: a few years ago  96: Changed a diaper: never  95: Got my nails done: never 94: Went to a wedding: when i was 9  93: Broke a bone: two years ago  92: Got a peircing: last year  91: Broke the law: no idea  90: Texted: a second ago  [ MISC ] 89: Who makes you laugh the most: my friend  88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my family  87: The last movie I saw: Ghostbusters :3  86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: the second one if it comes out I HOPE IT DOES  85: The thing im not looking forward to: scream series 3  84: People call me: nerd  83: The most difficult thing to do is: braid hair  82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope 81: My zodiac sign is: gemini or cancer  80: The first person i talked to today was: my sister  79: First time you had a crush:  year 1  78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my best friend  77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: last week  76: Right now I am talking to: a roleplayer  75: What are you going to do when you grow up: a person who helps physically and mentally disabled children  74: I have/will get a job: when im 20  73: Tomorrow: i will sleep  72: Today: i will sleep 71: Next Summer: i will sleep 70: Next Weekend: go to my bros  69: I have these pets: none  68: The worst sound in the world:  Courtney from 13RW breathing  67: The person that makes me cry the most is: thinking of someone  66: People that make you happy: my friends and fam  65: Last time I cried: a few nights ago  64: My friends are: amazing  63: My computer is: lenovo  62: My School: is shit 61: My Car: non existent  60: I lose all respect for people who: are homophobic  59: The movie I cried at was: My sisters keeper  58: Your hair color is: Blackish brown  57: TV shows you watch: Scream, Voltron, 13RW, Gotham  56: Favorite web site: Tumblr  55: Your dream vacation: Japan  54: The worst pain I was ever in was: Heartbreak and loss 53: How do you like your steak cooked: in a oven or grill  52: My room is: messy  51: My favorite celebrity is: Bex Taylor-Klaus or Kate McKinnon  50: Where would you like to be: In new york  49: Do you want children: Meh  48: Ever been in love: Yes 47: Who’s your best friend: Maple siwwip and my riverdale theory bud 46: More guy friends or girl friends: Girl  45: One thing that makes you feel great is: Listening to music  44: One person that you wish you could see right now: My friend  43: Do you have a 5 year plan: Nah  42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: nope 41: Have you pre-named your children:eh  40: Last person I got mad at: my friend  39: I would like to move to: Japan or New York  38: I wish I was a professional: Skate Boarder  [ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: BlackJacks 36: Vehicle: 1967 Mustang  35: President: Obama  34: State visited: None  33: Cellphone provider: No idea 32: Athlete: Jessica Ennis  31: Actor: Benedict Cumberbatch 30: Actress: Bex T-K or Kate Mckinnon  29: Singer: Eden  28: Band: Panic! 27: Clothing store: Primark lmao  26: Grocery store: Tescos  25: TV show: Scream  24: Movie: Ghostbusters (2016) 23: Website: Tumblr  22: Animal: Bear or Otter  21: Theme park: BlackPool pleasure beach  20: Holiday: Halloween  19: Sport to watch: None 18: Sport to play: Football  17: Magazine: No idea 16: Book: any on serial killers 15: Day of the week: Friday  14: Beach: Blackpool 13: Concert attended: none  12: Thing to cook: spagghetti 11: Food: Spagghetti  10: Restaurant: Mcdonalds 9: Radio station: No idea 8: Yankee candle scent: All 7: Perfume: Lynx  6: Flower: Rose 5: Color: Black or red 4: Talk show host: James Corden  3: Comedian: Jack Whitehall  2: Dog breed: Alaskan Klee kai  1: Did you answer all these truthfully?  yes 

[rythelover]

answers for @sproutingpeach (sorry it took so long had to do it on mobile when nobody was watching) 200: My crush’s name is: helen🌸 199: I was born in: 2000 198: I am really: relaxed 197: My cellphone company is: verizon 196: My eye color is: green 195: My shoe size is: 7 1/2 194: My ring size is: 6 or 7 193: My height is: 5'5" 192: I am allergic to: witch hazel 191: My 1st car was: 2003 silver honda accord 190: My 1st job was: haven’t had one 189: Last book you read: milk and honey by rupi kar 188: My bed is: queen sized and vv comfy 187: My pets: jyn and andy 186: My best friend: dally (@justloveselfushlove) 185: My favorite shampoo is: idk 184: Xbox or ps3: xbox I guess 183: Piggy banks are: alright 182: In my pockets: earbuds 181: On my calendar: vacation this week 180: Marriage is: not necessary 179: Spongebob can: shut up please 178: My mom: is problematic 177: The last three songs I bought were?: I don’t buy songs, I’ve got spotify 176: Last YouTube video watched: some random vine compilation i think 175: How many cousins do you have?: 4 174: Do you have any siblings?: yes, 4 173: Are your parents divorced?: no 172: Are you taller than your mom?: yes 171: Do you play an instrument?: I’m learning piano 170: What did you do yesterday?: mini road trip and swimming [ I Believe In ]
 169: Love at first sight: no 168: Luck: no 167: Fate: no 166: Yourself: sometimes 165: Aliens:sure 164: Heaven: no 163: Hell: no 162: God: idk 161: Horoscopes: not really but they’re fun to read anyways 160: Soul mates: nope 159: Ghosts: no 158: Gay Marriage: of course 157: War: no 156: Orbs: no? 155: Magic: no [ This or That ]
 154: Hugs or Kisses: never been kissed so I'd have to say hugs 153: Drunk or High: high 152: Phone or Online: online 151: Red heads or Black haired: both i can’t decide 150: Blondes or Brunettes: brunettes 149: Hot or cold: hot 148: Summer or winter: summer 147: Autumn or Spring: autumn 146: Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla 145: Night or Day: night 144: Oranges or Apples: apples 143: Curly or Straight hair: straight 142: McDonalds or Burger King: McD 141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: milk 140: Mac or PC: mac 139: Flip flops or high heels: depends on the situation, i like both 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: sweet and poor 137: Coke or Pepsi: coke 136: Hillary or Obama: obama 135: Burried or cremated: buried 134: Singing or Dancing: singing 133: Coach or Chanel: chanel 132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who?? 131: Small town or Big city: big city 130: Wal-Mart or Target: target 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: ben stiller 128: Manicure or Pedicure: manicure 127: East Coast or West Coast: west coast 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas 125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers 124: Disney or Six Flags: Disneyland 123: Yankees or Red Sox: idc [ Here’s What I Think About ]
 122: War: unnecessary 121: George Bush: did 9/11 120: Gay Marriage: please legalise it everywhere 119: The presidential election: trumps not my president. 118: Abortion: pro choice 117: MySpace: no opinion 116: Reality TV: don’t watch it 115: Parents: good idea, poor execution 114: Back stabbers: they did it for a reason 113: Ebay: no opinion 112: Facebook: my safe app, flip to it when parents are around 111: Work: fine i guess 110: My Neighbors: annoying 109: Gas Prices: better than they can used to be 108: Designer Clothes: unnecessary 107: College: wish it wasn’t a social requirement 106: Sports: don’t mind watching (sometimes even enjoy it) but hate playing 105: My family: big and loud but still good 104: The future: let’s not think about it… [ Last time I ]
 103: Hugged someone: I don’t remember, a couple weeks ago?? 102: Last time you ate: half an hour ago 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: May 100: Cried in front of someone: a month or so i think? 99: Went to a movie theater: a week ago 98: Took a vacation: rn 97: Swam in a pool: last night 96: Changed a diaper: 3 weeks ago 95: Got my nails done: 2 years ago 94: Went to a wedding: 8 years ago 93: Broke a bone: 5th grade 92: Got a piercing: 8 years ago 91: Broke the law: never 90: Texted: half an hour ago [ MISC ]
 89: Who makes you laugh the most: helen 88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my kitty 87: The last movie I saw: the amazing spiderman 2 86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: meeting helen irl 85: The thing im not looking forward to: starting school again 84: People call me: on the internet-ry irl-raveyn or rave 83: The most difficult thing to do is: get along with my mother 82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: never 81: My zodiac sign is: sagittarius 80: The first person i talked to today was: my dad 79: First time you had a crush: kindergarten probably 78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: nobody 77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: idk 76: Right now I am talking to: helen 75: What are you going to do when you grow up: be happy hopefully 74: I have/will get a job: my first job be grocery bagging 73: Tomorrow: hanging out and to softball game 72: Today: I'm bored af 71: Next Summer: idk 70: Next Weekend: idk 69: I have these pets: one kitty one puppy 68: The worst sound in the world: cotton balls rubbing together 67: The person that makes me cry the most is: my mom 66: People that make you happy: my gf and internet friends and my siblings 65: Last time I cried: last night (watching a movie) 64: My friends are: the i love them 63: My computer is: nonexistent 62: My School: online 61: My Car: older but good 60: I lose all respect for people who: are assholes 59: The movie I cried at was: amazing spiderman 2 58: Your hair color is: bleached 57: TV shows you watch: Grey's Anatomy and Brooklyn 99 56: Favorite web site: tumblr.com.hell 55: Your dream vacation: Greece 54: The worst pain I was ever in was: when i had a broken nose and sneezed 53: How do you like your steak cooked: i don't like steak 52: My room is: cozy+aesthetic 51: My favorite celebrity is: Priyanka Chopra 50: Where would you like to be: with my girlfriend 49: Do you want children: no 48: Ever been in love: nope 47: Who’s your best friend: dally 46: More guy friends or girl friends: i have one guy friend, one girl friend, one nb so it's an even mix 45: One thing that makes you feel great is: when my hair looks good 44: One person that you wish you could see right now: helen 43: Do you have a 5 year plan: um no 42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: not a concrete list but a ideas 41: Have you pre-named your children: I've thought it 40: Last person I got mad at: my mom 39: I would like to move to: New York 38: I wish I was a professional: ??? [ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: Reese's pieces 36: Vehicle: idk 35: President: obama 34: State visited: California 33: Cellphone provider: Verizon i guess 32: Athlete: Serena Williams 31: Actor: Andrew Garfield 30: Actress: Priyanka Chopra or Amanda Seyfried 29: Singer: the weeknd or halsey 28: Band: fall out boy 27: Clothing store: idk 26: Grocery store: Fry's 25: TV show: Brooklyn 99 24: Movie: the breakfast club 23: Website: this one 22: Animal: all of them 21: Theme park: Disneyland 20: Holiday: Christmas 19: Sport to watch: baseball 18: Sport to play: none sports aren't allowed look at me 17: Magazine: teen vogue 16: Book: Althea and Oliver 15: Day of the week: Sunday 14: Beach: idk 13: Concert attended: 5sos 12: Thing to cook: chocolate chip cookies 11: Food: burgers and fries 10: Restaurant: Fuddruckers 9: Radio station: 97.1 8: Yankee candle scent: idk 7: Perfume: idk 6: Flower: daisy 5: Color: blue 4: Talk show host: idk 3: Comedian: idk 2: Dog breed: lab 1: Did you answer all these truthfully?: yes