#and she didn't get to pray or dress up or celebrate. she just went to her classes.

[apollos-olives]

just asked out a girl on a date let's see how it goes 👍

[biibini]

okay so not many people explore this often but i think so hard about the softer side of mizu like when she was married to m*kio (🤢). Yes, we get a lot of the butch lesbian mizu content where shes the tough gf and all, but what about with a gf just calling mizu pretty!!! calling her beautiful and holding her face!!! telling her that shes the most gorgeous woman!!! MIZU DESERVES SOME SOFT COMPLIMENTS TOO ABOUT HER BEAUTY BC SHE IS GORGEOUS ! ! ! 😭❤️

fluff modern!mizu x reader headcannons

tags: fluff, mizu x reader, modern au, cute moments, pretty mizu, compliments, kissing, kisses on the cheek, gifting, flower bouquets, safe relationship, mizu deserves this :(

a/n: FUCK M*K*O !! she is my gorgeous beautiful girl!! ok school isn’t that bad but i do have a weekend trip so i'll be lowk MIA :(

modern!mizu tries to put up a tough front

but with you, the barrier breaks down and she feels comfortable exploring new aspects of herself

she's never felt that kind of safety

she barely felt it with m*k*o after learning his true nature

as time passes by with u, she begins to bring her guard down

compliment modern!mizu and she immediately doesn't know what to do or what to believe

earlier on in ur relationship, u helped her get dressed for a sports-day after party held by the school

in celebration of a well balanced and eventful day, there was a formal event for athletes and their plus ones

and mizu didn't know how to present herself

yeah she had the clothes

but she had trouble styling it

u came over to fix her clothes in ur beautiful blue dress that totally didn't compliment her eyes

mizu showered u with compliments, saying how her "pretty girl was so dressed up beautifully"

or calling u a "beautiful sight"

without thinking, u called her "my beautiful girl" as u fixed her hair

she immediately went quiet

"Mizu?", you questioned. She had gone silent after your compliment. "Did I say something wrong? I'm so sorry, I'll just-"

You look up to find her, her mouth agape. Not out of disgust. Instead, Mizu whiplashed by your words, her face flaring red. Only three words and she's suddenly out of commission.

yeah, mizu would def short circuit

and she did for a brief moment

until she snapped and kissed u

and totally not ruin ur makeup

modern!mizu loves it when u cup her face while y'all kissing or make out

mizu mainly is the one talking and touching during heated moments but even the soft feeling of her significant other’s touch makes her stomach fill with butterflies

or if ur just chilling in bed and u start tracing her face

externally, she’s relaxing

internally, she’s mesmerized by ur touch

when u trace around her eyes and lips and play w her hair, she has never felt such softness and safety

or even if u cup her face to give her a kiss on the cheek before u leave for work or class

it makes her feel secure and happy

modern!mizu loves being called pretty

she still likes dressing more masc but that doesnt mean she isnt pretty

especially if u compliment her eyes

or her strangely healthy hair

the fact that its long and still shiny

sometimes u pray u had her hair genes bc wtf this isnt fair

“Your hair is so pretty, it’s not fair.”, you say as you play with Mizu’s hair. It was late at night and while she was busy figuring out calculations for a project, you were busy relaxing.

She hummed in acknowledgement. With her back still turned, you ran your hair through her scalp, feeling the silky texture of her raven hair.

Normally, Mizu would just tie her hair up to focus late at night. Tonight would be a little different since you were still up.

As your hands sectioned continued to run through her hair, Mizu relaxed. In a calm state, she solved the equations with ease, listening to the faint lofi studying music guide her thoughts into the night.

Time passed yet Mizu never felt it until she realized your hands had slowed down. She turned back to see you, eyes heavy and ready to doze off.

She looked back at her nearly completed homework. One problem couldn’t hurt in the morning.

Mizu shut off the desk lamp and silently collected her things in a neat pile. She rests your head on your pillows and pull the covers on top of you. With one foot into dreamland, Mizu gives you a kiss on your forehead.

modern!mizu’s favorite places to get kissed are her cheeks

she loves any kisses from u tbh

whenever u would give a goodbye kiss, she always forgets ab the “final” kiss

it’s so simple yet so endearing

when u guys first started dating, u were a little hesitant on ending the first few dates with a kiss

so u choose a simple peck on her cheek instead

u could see blush form on her cheeks afterwards

and they still flush to this day

after mizu went back to her place after the date, she would not stop smiling

it lowkey threw off ringo for a while

modern!mizu enjoys fresh flowers

it seems small but it’s a pretty reminder of ur love

she never got flowers as a gift in her previous relationship so she wasn’t use to these gifts

(yeah fuck u m*k*o)

it makes her heart warm every time she sees the vase on her desk

preferably, she likes peonies bc of how fluffy and full they bloom

but if u bring a new bouquet, she’ll gladly clean and take care of it

u insist that u will do it

but once u saw her carefully pluck and cut the bouquet, u let mizu have her way

she just looks so joyful getting new flowers to take care of

when the flowers start to fully bloom, mizu likes to check and make sure they have enough water

basically she gives them the love and care they need

(im crying sobbing while writing this)

[c-h-i-m-es]

geto suguru

never in your lifetime would you have imagined that you'd have to call someone to come pick you up. from jail.

how did you even end up behind the bars? the last thing that you have a proper memory from tonight was you and ari, your friend were club hopping.

she finally broke up with her sad excuse of a boyfriend of almost two years. when she called you over at her place, hearing her announce she dumped him was not on even the back of your mind.

to celebrate her break up, you two made plan to drink the night away. it was all fun and games until she started complaining she had to pee right when you were in the way to another club three streets away.

"why didn't you go before we left the club when you've been complaining about your overflowing bladder since the last hour?" you pull her body close to yours, helping her drunk self walk.

"bitch i forgot about it then! i swear it's gonna leak out." she bends down, crossing her legs. you look around the place you currently are, trying to think if there's any public bathroom around. "try not to think about it, 'kay? only few blocks away. please." you try to drag her so she could just continue walking.

"if i stand up, it's not gonna hold." she speaks, biting her lower lips while you don't know if you should laugh or cry at the situation. "want me to get you a bottle or what?" 

"where do you think you'll even get a bottle out of nowhere? from a dumpster-" she snapped her head to you, "girl i'm gonna take a piss." you look at her confused as she gets up, tightly sealing her lips together as she jogs to the little gap between two buildings.

without questioning, you follow her, seeing her get behind a dumpster, pulling her little dress up and her undies down. you pause, shocked at what goes on in her mind. you cover your face with your hands, embarrassed of her behavior, turning away from the sight of her squatting down.

you don't know where the cops were but that's basically how you are where you are.

"bitch i told you to hold it." you say as you get up to walk out the cell to call someone. she pouts at you, eyes closed and head resting on the wall behind her, "that was the nicest i felt in ages."

the officer hands you the phone, "you get one call and you only have five minutes." he gives you a look and walks away. you curse at him in your head and call your boyfriend. you pray that he picks up even though it is two in the morning and he is probably sleeping.

a few more rings later, he picks the call making you let out a relieved breath, "hello-" "suguru, come pick me up please."

he takes a second to himself, "y/n? what- are you okay?" you hear his movements, probably him getting out of bed to come to you. "uh huh i'm fine. i'm sorry but can you come pick us up?"

"okay where are you?"

"of course. it's just you and ari?" "yeah it's just us."

"the police station."

one second. two second. and the third second. "what?"

"don't ask me, will you come?"

"of course y/n." you hear him sigh, "gosh you didn't kill someone did you?"

you gasp, "no! why would you think that? just get here quick."

almost an hour later, you finally walk out with geto and ari out of the police station. "this is.. freedom." ari chuckles at herself, spreading her arms and taking in a deep breath.

you scoff at her, "girl, stop tryna be eren yeager." you boyfriend chuckles from besides you, "i cannot believe this even happened."

"it's always trouble with this girl, i swear." you wrap your arms around his, leaning your body on his. your friend looks back at you, "hey at least it's a whole new thing that you got to experience."

"but if you think about it, it your boyfriend- ex's fault you went to jail." you and your friend look at geto then at each other. "think about it."

you both gasp at the same time, "give me my phone." she asks geto who just gives it to her and hands you yours. "whatchu gonna go?"

"that bitch never fails to make everything about himself. i finally broke up with him and when we go out to celebrate, we end up in jail?" she types something in her phone and brings it to her ear.

knowing exactly what's happening, you rest your head on geto's arm while you both watch your friend start cursing at her ex over the phone.

not even two minutes into her screaming into the phone and you two laughing, a cop comes out, "it's literally just night for most people. could you keep it down?"

geto apologises to the cop and you drag your friend to where geto parked his car, "please.. you can do that tomorrow."

she gets in the back seat while you sit in the passenger seat. he drives to ari's place and stops in front of her building. "can you get to your room on your own?" you ask, doubtfully looking at her.

"geez of course i can. all that screaming cleared my mind a little. i can manage. you two go ahead." you blow her a kiss and geto drives away. now that it's only the two of you, you turn your body to him, "you look so hot right now."

he was in his night sweatpant and basic white oversized tee. his usual night wear. and his hair messily tied in a bun. yeah, very hot.

you smile at his words and stare at him, getting lost in the thoughts. there's a comfortable silence between the two of you before he speaks, "i didn't know you could go to jail for pissing in public."

he looks at your for a brief moment, chuckling before he brings his eyes back on the road. "i could say the same about you, pretty."

you gasp, "oh thank god it's not just me. i was thinking they are pranking us when they said they're taking us because ari pissed behind a dumpster."

if something with the cops doesn't make sense idk either lmao

[duckie-deer-prompts]

Duckie Deer Prompt #17

Restaurant Owner/Food Critic AU

As Lucifer turned from the bar with a flute of champagne, he nearly bumped directly into the man who'd been standing much too close behind him.

The man was very tall, very slim, had dark features, a nicely tailored suit and a smile that seemed impossibly wide. "You're Mr. Morningstar, are you not? The owner of this establishment?"

Lucifer was still a bit socially anxious, but tried his best to be polite. "Uh, yes. Hello. A-are you enjoying the party?" Charlie had insisted on having a grand opening party (even though it was officially their third month open,) so the local community would feel more welcome and encourage even more good word of mouth.

The man seemed to either not have heard him or was flat out ignoring him when he said, "Pardon me for interrupting your premature celebration, but I thought it only fair to give you a sporting chance as you are new to this game."

"Heya, dad!" Charlie greeted, excusing herself from behind someone to stand by Lucifer's side. "Who's this?"

"Just a sec, hun. Game?"

"Yes!" the well dressed man all but shouted, drawing the attention of onlookers. "You've been playing without an opponent. Which is, as you may have guessed... against the rules."

"Wait." Charlie said, quietly at first but soon her voice was nearly matching the man's volume. "Wait, wait, wait! I recognize that voice! You're The Radio Demon! The food critic! I listen to you while I work! Oh, God, where are my manners? I'm Charlie Morningstar!" And she gave a little wave.

The man's smile curved sincerely at the edges, delight obvious on his face. "Well, now, it's always nice to run into a fan! Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart. Quite a pleasure!"

He extended his hand in invitation, which Charlie accepted, and the man kissed it. "Please, call me Alastor."

Lucifer could feel himself getting more and more annoyed as the crowd began to whisper conspicuously. He downed the contents of the flute he'd almost forgotten he was holding, then handed the empty glass to one of his passing workers.

"The...Radio Demon?" Sarcasm and sass laced his tone now, the bit of liquid courage helping loosen up.

"Hmm, unlike your charming daughter, you're a bit slow for someone in the culinary fast lane. And much shorter than I'd pictured."

Oh, it was ON now!

"Oh yeah!? Well you're pretty thin for someone who supposedly likes food! You sure you're as great as you think you are?"

The room collectively gasped before going silent, waiting.

The Radio Demon didn't move at first, standing stock still before his smile began to crumple a bit, revealing much too much gum. It was more of a snear.

"I don't just like food; I love it. If I don't love it, I don't swallow." The phrasing went completely over Lucifer's head but the restaurant came alive with blushes and gossip.

Alastor turned on his well polished heel and strode confidently to the entrance. "I will return tomorrow night with high expectations. Pray you don't disappoint me."

"Oh, you'll swallow, asshole!!!" The proud man called after him while the murmurs grew. "And you'll thank me for the goddamn privilege of swallowing what I give you!!!"

[calholic]

NEW FAN HERE! 🤍

Can I request a Tom x Reader. Where they used to be childhood friends then got separated. But then she got famous and he saw him at an award show but she didn't recognize him but he did. And at the end they got together or something. It's more like a slow burn romance.

T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you unknowingly meet with your childhood friend after being separated.

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: swearing

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i love this idea sm omggg 😍 my feeds been super dry and my fav writer hasn’t posted in weeks!! 😭 i wasn’t gonna post since i’ve been lazy but i figured you guys must be bored too, not having anything to read lately so here it is!! ❤️

when you were young, you lived in germany. you had a happy life there and lots of friends until your parent decided to move over to the states, but it wasn’t an easy process since you had already made many friends. you don’t remember much of germany now, only holding on to but and pieces of distant memories. your parents would tell you a lot about it though since they remember more than you. they told you about how you were best friends with another boy in your neighborhood and that when you left, he cried all day. you unfortunately don’t remember him at all but you try not to dwell on it since you were a major popstar now.

when your family left germany, your mom signed you up for tons of talent shows and pageants. you were enrolled in vocal lessons until one day you had your big break. many years later, you were a household name and almost everyone knew you. it was now present day and you were getting ready for an awards show. you heard that a german band would be there and you were excited to finally put your german to use. in the dressing room, you got your makeup done and got changed into a beautiful gown. you just knew you were going to get the award this time, after all you worked so hard to get to where you were.

you finally made your way to your seat and you greeted fellow celebrities. you were looking around for the german band but to no avail and before you knew it, the ceremony was starting.

awards after awards were announced before the ‘singer of the year’ award was presented. you were practically at the edge of your seat, praying your name would be called. your hands heart was almost beating out of your chest as the announcer opened her mouth. “and the award goes to… ______!” she said as the crowd all cheered and clapped. you were crying tears of joy as you walked up to the stage to receive your award. as you gave your speech, you noticed someone in the crowd that caught your eye. he was wearing clothes ten times his size and he had locs.

you thought he was cute and you two made eye contact for a split second before you finished your speech up and went back to your seat. after the ceremony was over, a lot of other celebrities walked up to you and started congratulating you. after that, you did a few interviews and headed to the after party, not before getting changed though. you slipped into something less formal and more casual and you were on your way.

surprisingly, you didn’t know many celebrities at all so you stood by yourself until a familiar face walked up to you. it was the cute boy you saw at the awards ceremony. “hi,” he said, studying your face. “hey,” you replied with a smile, glad that such a cute boy was talking to you. “what’s your name?” you asked him. he looked upset by that question and his expression changed. “oh, i’m tom,” he said.

you didn’t understand why he looked so upset and you thought it had something to do with you. “do you remember me?” he asked. you started thinking about everyone you’ve ever crossed paths with in your life but nothing came up. “i’m sorry, i really don’t. where do you know me from? have you heard one of my songs before?” you asked. he looked really upset now and let out a sigh. before he could say anything a bit with very big black hair walked up to tom. “tom what are you doing? let’s get some drinks!” he said before looking at you.

“hey isn’t that ______ from when we were kids?” you heard him whisper in german. you realized that he was in the german band that you had heard of. “well, talk to you later then,” tom said before leaving with his twin, his face filled with sadness. they left so quick that you couldn’t get a word in. you started thinking about your childhood, hoping to scrounge up some memories about a boy. you couldn’t think of anything until you thought about what the little boy that cried when you left for the states that your parents would talk about. you stood there for bit, trying to process what had just happened before going to catch up with tom.

you had felt bad for not remembering him so you figured you would go and apologize. the party venue was big so it took you a while before you found them. tom was by the couches, sitting with a girl. you don’t know why, but you were a little hurt. you watched him for a bit not knowing wha to do. this left you in an awkward position, you didn’t know whether to approach him anyway or just leave and hope to catch him some other time to apologize, you went with the second plan. before you left though you felt a hand on your shoulder. it was tom’s twin. “hey, ______,” he said.

you didn’t remember his name, “hey…?” you replied back. “wow, you really don’t remember me huh,” he said. “it’s bill,” you felt bad again for not remembering yet another name. “bill! right, sorry for not remembering. it’s been awhile,” you said awkwardly laughing.

“tom’s really upset isn’t he? i didn’t mean to hurt him, i seriously didn’t know. i remember a little now though, from what my parents tell me at least,” you explained to bill. “it’s alright haha he’ll get over it, maybe you should talk to him,” hills suggested. “well i tried but he’s a little occupied,” you said, pointing at tom on the couch with the girl. “he’s always like that by the way,” bill said. “i figured,” you replied.

“wanna get a drink?” bill asked. “i was about to go but sure,” you said, following him to the bar. you didn’t notice tom’s eyes following the two of you though. you and bill talked for a bit before he suggested going back to his hotel room. “i’m not looking to do anything i’ll regret, you know,” you said to bill. “oh! of course not? the party is just really loud and i want to get out of here,” he said. you sighed with relief before you got up and followed bill to his hotel.

at this point the both of you were already drunk. you guys started messing around in his room, you put some of bill’s clothes on and you guys tried on tom’s and raconteurs clothes for a bit. you were in the middle of impersonating tom and you didn’t notice the door opening. bill looked mortified and told you to turn around. you face dropped and turned super red when you’d aw tom behind you. bill immediately started laughing when he saw your face.

“uh…” you said not knowing what to do. you started undressing immediately, ripping tom’s clothes off your body as slipped back into yours. “i’m really drunk right now and we were wearing each others clothes and,” you kept on rambling before tom said something to bill. “why would you bring her here? the room is a mess!” he said to bill. he rolled his eyes and ignored tom before looking at you. “uh anyways i need to tell you something. i do remember you from when we were kids. my parents would tell me about you and how you cried when i moved,” you explained to tom.

“uhm anyways i should get back to my hotel,” you said before letting tom speak. “i’ll walk you,” he said. you shrugged, “why not?” you asked, leaving with tom. “bye ______” bill said. “do you remember the games we would as kids?” tom asked. “a little i suppose. thinking about it now i didn’t do much as a kid,” you said. “yeah, i remember i would always be the one to knock on your door,” he said. you both laughed as you walked. you looked at tom more and more and you couldn’t help but think he was extremely attractive, just your type.

“so bill tells me you’re a flirt,” you said to tom. “he did? oh yeah i guess, if a girl’s hot then i have to approach here, right?” he said. you weren’t the type to do one night stands. you’ve always wanted something that would last. “wouldn’t a solid relationship with someone be good too though?” you asked. “i guess, my last girlfriend cheated on me though,” he said. “sorry i guess?” you didn’t know what to say. you thought about how different tom was from when you guys were kids, he had really grown.

“why did you move anyway? i was really hurt when you left,” he said. “i dunno i guess my mom wanted to live in the states. did you kiss me or something?” you asked. “yeah, i missed you a lot. i even tried looking for you,” he said. “well now i feel bad for moving,” you said while laughing. “anyways my hotel’s right there,” you said, pointing to the building nearby. “wait, can i get your number?” he asked. “sure,” you said as you reached for his phone. you saw his contacts list and he had a lot of girls in there. as you walked up to your room, you were a bit disappointed by tom’s new personality, he really was a player.

you developed a crush on him over the past week, which you didn’t want to admit. he would call and text you all the time now, initiating hang outs just like when you two were kids. you decided to tell your friend cassie all about it at her house. “yeah so basically that’s how i met him again,” you said, finishing up your story. “oh i’ve heard about him, he’s really popular with the girls right?” she asked. “yeah, i saw his contacts list when he asked for my number and it was filled with girls,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“so are you gonna go for him then?” she asked. “i don’t know, it’s kinda weird right now. he’s always asking to hang out but at the same time, sleeping around with girls. maybe he only sees me as a friend,” you said, disappointed. you looked down at your phone and noticed a text from tom. “want to hang out at my place tonight?” read the text. “he’s asking me to hang again,” you told cassie. “you going?” she asked. “i can’t say no,” you said as you replied to his text with a smile. “they’re going back to germany soon, i don’t know what to do,” you said. “honestly shoot your shot, what’s the worst that could happen? if it doesn’t work he’ll be back in germany and you won’t have to see him,” she said. “that’s smart, i’ll probably do that then,” you said.

as you left cassie’s house, you called tom, asking about tonight’s plans. “want to get dinner?” he asked. “sure, pick me up in 30 minutes,” you said before hanging up. tonight was the night you were going to confess since he was leaving in a few days. you guys have spent the past 2 weeks together, tom decided to stay with you for a bit before going back to germany. you thought he must’ve been crushing too since he went to such lengths to be with you so your confession must be plausible. you got home to get ready, making sure you looked extra dolled up tonight.

tom locked you up right on time and he had already picked the restaurant. like a gentleman, he opened your door for you and you guys walked in. you noticed someone was staring at the two of you thought but you brushed it off as a fan. “what’re you getting?” he asked. “i don’t know everything sounds so good,” you said laughing. “i’ll get whatever you get,” he said as you blushed.

you decided to get a simple pasta dish and it turned out to be delicious. after you guys finished your food, you thought it was time to tell tom. “so tom, we’ve been spending a lot of time together building up our lost childhood memories and i just wanted to say that i“ before you could finish, the same girl you saw following the two of you appeared out of no where. apparently it was one of tom’s failed talking stages by the way they were talking to each other. tom was practically undressing her with his eyes, totally checking her out.

“what a coincidence to see you here tom!” she exclaimed and gave you a look. “not,” you thought in your head, she was totally stalking him, crazy bitch. you looked at tom, hoping he would brush her off or something and continue with dinner. he didn’t though but instead started talking to her leaving you in an awkward place. they were going at it for about 5 minutes before you decided to get up and leave. you didn’t say a word as tom called out for you. “______ wait!” he said.

you tried not to cry as you walked home and to make things worse it started raining. you had no umbrella, no car and most importantly, no tom. when you got home you went straight to bed. the next morning you woke up to calls from tom. he texted and called you multiple times but you just ignored them all and got up. you started making coffee before you got a call from bill and of course you answered. “oh hey bill,” you said, faking enthusiasm. “hey ______, you okay? tom told me that you weren’t answering your calls,” he said sounding worried.

“oh yeah uhm yeah. things are kinda weird right now. i don’t really want to see him anytime soon so,” you explained. “that idiot,” bill said and you could just tell he was rolling his eyes. “but yeah, tell me how the flight back goes okay?” you said before hanging up. you have up on your coffee and went back to bed, laying there for a few minutes. you heard the doorbell ring and you checked the peep hole. it was tom, the last thing you wanted to do was see him so you ignored it. he kept banging on the door and calling your name. “i know you’re in there!” he screamed. the neighbors started looking out to see what all the noise was.

you were starting to get embarrassed so you let him in. “what do you want?” you asked. “______ i’m really sorry about yesterday,” he started off with. “i got carried away seeing my ex and i just forgot all about out date, but i really like you. i wanted you to know before i left,” he said. “if you really like me then how did you forget about our date? i was literally sitting right in front of you,” tom looked sad and you didn’t understand why. if anyone should be said it should be you. “don’t look at me like that,” you said. “______, please,” he pleaded. “look. i like too but if you’re going to waste your time on other girls then just leave now,” you said.

“i promise ______, i won’t do it again,” he said. “really?” you asked. “really,” he said before looking at you with his puppy dog eyes, you couldn’t help but be persuaded. “whatever,” you said as you punched his shoulder with a smile. he broke into a smile too and gave you a hug. “come to germany with me,” he said suddenly. you wish you could but you were just starting a project. “i really can’t tom,” you frowned. “i’m going to be busy, but i’ll visit okay?” you said. he looked upset and you couldn’t help but feel bad.

a few months passed now and tom was still in germany and you were of course in the states. you still kept in touch with tom, but you had a surprise, you were going to visit him without his knowledge. bill was in on the plan and you had just gotten off the phone with him as you finished packing your bags. your flight was early tomorrow morning and you couldn’t wait. you didn’t sleep a wink that night since you were so excited and you couldn’t wait to get in the plane.

you woke up exhausted but you knew it would be worth it in the end you texted bill to tell him that you were on the way to the airport now. you boarded the plane and you were completely knocked out through the whole ride. bill met with you at the airport to give you a ride when you landed. he told you about how much tom had missed you and you were really glad he wanted to see you. when you got to tom’s house you opened the door slowly. he had his headphones in and he was sat facing away from on the kitchen table. you gently tapped his shoulder and his face when he turned around was one you wished you had taken a picture of.

he quickly sat up and gave you a hug, holding on tight to your waist. he spun you around before giving you kisses all over your face. “why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” he asked. “i wanted to surprise you!” you said while blushing. he gave you another hug before giving you a kiss. at this point bill was in his room, ignoring you two. tom showed you his room and you guys relaxed and unpacked before he showed you all the places you two would go to as kids before you guys went home and cuddled to bed.

[barcalover86]

Just a fan- Pablo Gavi

Summary: You are in love with Gavi, but he is in a relationship with another.

Angst

Masterlist

You were happy that you got the chance to meet him and know him. A lot of people would want that but never could because of different reasons. You had to be grateful, right? But, gosh, sometimes you would pray to forget him, to forget the day you saw him for the first time. Even if when you were younger, you would have begged to meet him, now you wished you never had.

The reason? You fell in love..hard.

The story began when you met. It was in Barcelona, after the team won the league, celebrating the champions title of the season.

You loved Barca since you were a kid, and being there was a dream came true. Especially when you saw him.. All the girls were shouting his name while he was dancing and waving sometimes, clearly not paying attention to many girls. He took some phones to take some pictures, and that was the moment his eyes looked into yours. You gave him your phone, and after he took it, he made a selfie with the two of you and some other pictures with only his. After he gave it back to you, he shouted at you never to show someone and keep them private.

That's what you did. Your heart was pounding so hard at the moment, and when you two saw each other again, you couldn't believe how lucky you were.

The second time, you were at some club with your friends. While you went for a few drinks, you got yourself into Aurora, his sister.

She apologised for making your dress a mess, but you assured her that it was ok.

She was a sweetheart and wanted to make it up to you, so she told you to follow her to her table so that she could help you clean up.

When you got there, you saw him..Pablo Gavi.

When the two of you made eye contact, you blushed hard. He smiled at you, recognising you.

"So???"

"Y/n"

"Y/n..." he repeated

You chuckled quietly, being so shy to talk.

"You didn't show anyone my photos, did you?"

"No, don't worry. I didn't show my photos to anyone."

He smiled at your answer. Yep, there were your photos, after all.

When Aurora apologised for the hundred time she asked you if you wanted to stay with them and you happily agreed.

That's where your story of falling in love with Gavi began. You liked him at first, seeing him on the tv and all over your for you page. But you started to fall in love with him.

You two talked a lot that night and then started talking on Instagram, too. You were invited somedays at their house to chat and have fun on Sundays, when he didn't have training. You started to get close to him, but that was such a lie.

You were getting close to him, but he was getting close to another.

Now, a normal Sunday at their house, there she was. His girlfriend..she was way prettier than you, you would use to think. She was nice, skinny, curved, and smart. She has a pretty smile, pretty teeth, and pretty eyes.

Of course, he wouldn't look at you the way he does to her. The fact that you were now at his house and being friends with his friends and family was something you never thought would happen, so why did you want more? Why couldn't you be thankful for what you have?

His hands were on her waist, pulling her closer. His lips were on hers. The kiss was rough and with passion. You turned your head. You couldn't see them anymore. You couldn't see the boy you love, loving someone else. You couldn't stand the fact that his hands were on her and not on your body.

You were trying hard not to cry there, trying to find any distraction. Anything.

You weren't the only one who was tearing at the moment. When you turned your head to not see him anymore, you didn't know that tears were all over his cheeks. You saw that the kiss was rough and pleasurable, but didn't see the uncomfort in his face and that the kiss was out of love.

He didn't want to kiss her. He wanted to kiss you..and not like that. He wanted to kiss you slowly with love. To have his hands on your cheeks or hair. To touch you, to feel you in his arms. But he thought that you loved someone else, because all the time someone would ask you if there's a boy, you would say yes. But he didn't know that you were referring to him. To Pablo Gavi. The boy of your dreams.

You were both craving for eachother. But with what cost? To be broken because you are too afraid to confess?

"You are for him only his fan" you would say at night.

"I am to her only her friend's brother" he would say at night.

You would use to write on your book the feelings you have for him while he was praying and talking to God about you. Something that he never thought he would do.

You were looking at the moon, so close but so far away from each other. The next day, he broke up with his girlfriend. The next Sunday, you didn't show up at his place anymore.

[britt-kageryuu]

Leo has been attempting to find a set of quest items for a good while in Skyrim. His model is dressed in a dark blue-gold trimmed tunic, dark gray loose pants, boots, his mask with long tails and a pair of sword charms hanging on the side of his head like earrings. A sign reading 'River is still in maintenance' is propped up next to him.

He's playing modded Skyrim with a humanoid turtle race added. His character looks very similar to his model on purpose, though in the Glass Armor, modified to fit the turtles race.

A poof of smoke goes off and clears to reveal a cartoon Leo in a ninja costume along with a Thanks for the $20 SamuraiSlider.

Leo leans to read the message, "Thanks SamuraiSlider, and 'I heard about the tea that makes to high, how do you know what that feels like?'. Okay first, no updates on the tea yet, just still testing." He moves his character to a hiding spot in the mine that he hasn't cleared yet. His Sneak went up a level.

"Now, as for how we know how that feels... A couple years ago we were celebrating April getting into her choice of College/University, and a cousin of ours, Cass, who owns a bakery that specializes in brownies had brought like 20 dozen different kinds of brownies." He pauses with a sligh smug look, "You can kinda see were this is going right?" He lets out a laugh before continuing. "Cass claims she didn't mean to have those mixed in, but hey honest mistake, right." It was clear he didn't believe that, but joked anyway.

He moves his character to take out a were monsters before hiding again.

"It's not very clear who had them first, but I do remember Red ended up eating like 20 brownies before he felt the effects. Personally I believe I had like 8 before feeling any effects. Yes, we are big eaters with very fast metabolisms, plus we were very athletic teenagers." Leo says like he needs to justify the amount of food they ate. "We only learned about the 'mix up' with the brownies after DAD made a comment about the effects. Something about not having something like it in years."

He had a slightly shocked look before just letting out a sigh. "Don't know why I'm surprised, Dad was in the film industry, and they apparently had some very wild parties back then. Anyway after things we checked everyone over, and found that Weed in smaller amounts doesn't have as strong, if any, effect on us. So the fact that Tea made us feel high means it's very strong, probably stronger if we let it steep." He thinks about this for a minute before looking to the side at something in the studio.

"That would explain why it had a stronger effect on them. Well that's why we need to test this more, and figure what would be an appropriate dose to put into the tea bags." He side eyes the camera, "You guys would follow the instructions, right? You wouldn't purposefully ignore the instructions just to feel a stronger effect, Right?" Chat is spamming various answers, both yes, and no. "I don't believe you guys what so ever."

He moves to finish off the last of the monsters, and grab the loot. Thankfully there was one of the quest items he was looking for.

"Anywizzle, let's move onto the next move on, and check the next area that I might find these items!" Leo announces while fast traveling to another point near White Run that's close to where he needs to go. Praying a dragon doesn't spawn, and mess up his timing.

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Voters Choice: Roy x Jamie x Keeley snippet

AN: its gonna start p angsty before it gets happy, season 2 is where sad boi Jamie shines.(BUT S3 THE POLYCULE POTENTIAL EXPLODES) Trigger warnings: physical violence, Drink spiking/drugging (NO SA)

“What's next for Jamie Tartt?”

The obvious answer was to go back to Man City. But much like, well, everyone else in his life thus far, Keeley, Richmond, Love Island, even his hometown didn't want him. And that was just too much to swallow. Everyone wanted him, ever since he hit puberty. And even more once he became a footballer. 

“The fuck you mean no one wants me! I’m Jamie fucking Tartt!” 

“Jamie, you know I love you, you're like a son to me. But now you're like a dead son. Which makes me love you even more. Now get out.”

For the first time in years, he was at a complete and total loss as to what to do next. He didn't know where to go. He couldn't go home. Not after that horridus talk show re-airs on the late night telly and his father starts blowing up his phone with cruel, warranted abuse. He couldn’t go back to Richmond. He couldn't. The team would probably physically rip him to shreds.  

He was lost. So fucking lost. He needed to talk to someone. 

And he doubts even she would be particularly happy to see him….

Fuck!

-

Arguably, his talk with Keeley did make him feel better. She helped remind him at least one person in this world still wanted to get to know Jamie Tartt the person and not the (failed) celebrity and footballer. 

But now that he's left her place, he’s stuck with the hollow feeling of loneliness again. Keeley was just helping him as a friend, and only a friend. Because Jamie’s the one who fucked up and blew his chance with her. And now, well she’s found someone who treats her better than he ever could. She deserves better than Jamie… 

He talked with Ted too, and it went okay, yeah. If anything, it felt nice to tell someone about his dad. But then he had gotten rejected, again. 

‘Jamie, you're a hell of a player, but I don’t think it's a good idea.’ 

Further reinforcing his manager's (and inexplicably fathers) words that truly, no one wanted him anymore. And it fucking stung. Jamie stared hateful daggers at the beer Ted bought him.  

Well, fuck that shit. 

It was Friday night, he was back in Richmond, and too fucking tired to really go anywhere else. If he hopped enough pubs, he would surely find someone who wanted him. 

-

“Well, well well, look who it is! Me own flesh an' blood!”

Before he can even make it to the first pub he wanted to check out, his blood runs cold and stops him in place at the voice of his father. “Surprised you’d show your face in public after such a pathetic and public fall from grace!” Jamie Sr. continues. 

Jamie had hoped, prayed, if he actually gave a shit about praying, that 200 miles was enough distance between him and his father to avoid a ‘bump into’, but it seems like his bad luck just kept coming tonight.

He ignores him. Tries to be the bigger person. Jamie cuts left and turns to try and get anywhere public as soon as possible, but before he can take a step he’s going down. The first hit was solid, and right to the ribs. It absolutely came from his dads hand. Each of his fathers friends took their turn after. Bug was easy enough to avoid, the man was out of shape and old. But Denbo had power behind his fists. Jamie yanks himself off the ground in time to duck one, but practically walked right into the second one. It hit him square in the gut, knocking almost all of the air from his lungs. 

“Fuck,” he wheezes, wrapping one arm around his torso before rearing back and kicking. He had more power in his legs than his arms, and the swift deliverance to Denbo’s sternum with his heeled dress shoe had the older man collapsing on the cobblestone. 

And then, Jamie runs. And doesn't stop until he reaches the back alley of Crown & Anchor again. 

As soon as he reaches the deserted location he collapses, wheezing out his agony. When his back came in rough contact with the brick, he folds like a paper plane. He yanks up and grips his knees, trying to focus on the steady intake of oxygen and not the throbbing unanswered question of What the fuck is he supposed to do now? He could feel the anxiety rapidly building in his chest, it was too much. He didn't have anything to relieve it. 

Someone is shouting across the street, not close enough for him to be able to make out who or if they are talking to him or not. Jamie pulls up his hood and pushes on his sunglasses. He just wants to be left alone. 

“Jamie?” the soft, now familiar voice asks again. Jamie barely registers the soft hand on his shoulder. He blinks up to see the kind, and familiar eyes of his ex, and favorite person in the entire world (outside of himself), Keeley Jones. 

“Keels? Uh, yeah hey.” He says, quickly adjusting himself so he didn't look so fucking pathetic. Girls didn't like that.

“Hey babe,” she smiles kindly, reading through his bullshit as she offered her hand to help him up. He took it. Of course he did. “Let's get you somewhere warmer than the alley huh? Want to come to my place, it’s just a few blocks. We can take the back way, less people at this hour.”

Jamie couldn't process most of what she said, but he nods as soon as she said leave here. 

-

Most of the speed walk to their old shared flat went by in a blacked out blur, but when he was greeted with the familiar scent of sandalwood and citrus he knew he was home. It helped bring some of the feeling back into his trauma-numbed body. 

“I just need to rest a few hours, honestly,” he starts, hoping maybe she’d offer to lay next to him, but then his eyes land on the most emotionally complicated person in the world, and now ‘home’ is the last place he wants to be. Because it's not his home anymore. It's theirs. Without him. 

“Why’s he here?” Jamie asks, though he knows the answer. 

“He lives here,” Roy explained, albeit nicer than Jamie's immediate, snappy tone.

The confirmation hurts worse than all of the physical attacks he’d endured tonight combined. Rejection burns hot in his gut. He’s gotta get out of here. 

“We’re here to help Jamie.” Keeley attempts to reassure, but the panicky feeling only compounds, and he hates the way the spotlight is now on him. Even if they were just trying to help. It was having the opposite effect. 

“I- can’t- this is too much-” he is barely able to get out. 

“Maybe we should get you in bed,” Roy offers. 

That’s enough to stop the panic attack in its tracks, switch railways and turn Jamie’s mood around. His eyes are blown wide in hopeful confusion, and he’s about to agree, yeah, that actually probably would help, before Roy quickly edited, “not- like that. To sleep.”

Jamie’s mouth snaps shut and he bites into his tongue to keep back how disparagingly rejected and embarrassed that made him feel. 

In hindsight, they were probably right. He was exhausted. His body ached where there were surely bruises forming. Yet another thing he’d have to explain away at training, or tonight if they have sex. Jamie needed sleep. Not sex. 

“Yeah. Yeah, alright.”

They didn't talk about it, not really. Roy and Keeley gave him the support he desperately needed that night. They surprisingly allow him to cuddle between their two warm bodies, and it helps more than he can ever make his mouth admit. 

But then in the morning he left, giving them their life back. 

And they didn't talk about it. 

Like it never happened.

-One week later-

Jamie doesn't drink, and it will become abundantly clear over the next few hours why he doesn’t. Part of it is because his fathers lost his entire life and mind to booze, and tried to take him and his mum down with him. But mostly he just didn't like it. Didn't like the smell, didn't like the taste, and he didn't like feeling out of control of his body. But he was in a mood, one that would not be lightened by anything but sex or Keeley and currently both of those options were off the table. 

The idiots down at the end of the counter are trying not stealthy at all to take his picture and he is just not having it. 

“CAN I GET ANOTHER ONE MAE?” he asks loudly in the crowded pub before flipping the three fans off. It only makes them cheer and giggle more. 

“One second Tartt,” she shouts back, though not unkindly, and his eyes go right back into the bottom of his empty glass.  The buzzing in his head was still too loud. He needed something to dull it out. 

“Maybe I could interest you in this, it'll save you the refill time,” An older blonde gentleman probably Ted's age said as he saddled up next to him. Jamie hadn't seen the man come in, or seen him around town really. This pub had a pretty reliable clientele. Jamie has definitely never seen this man before. 

“What is it?” Jamie asked, nodding towards the fruity looking drink with the pink paper umbrella. 

“Mai Tai,” the older gentleman smiles and something about it makes Jamie's stomach turn. 

“Do I look like I drink Mai Tai’s?” Jamie shot back, because he felt almost insulted by the cocktail. He could hear his fathers hateful monologue in his ears discrediting anything that could be considered soft. Not masculine. Queer. 

“You look like someone who might want company tonight, which is why I came over.” His accent claimed he wasn’t from around here and Jamie considers, well maybe, sex wasn’t completely off the table.

“Do you know who I am?” He asks. Tonight, he really doesn’t want to fuck a fan. 

The man tilted his head like a confused puppy. It was kinda cute. Ya know, if you were into that…

“No, should I?”

Jamie scoffed. American’s. No taste in real sport. 

“Guess not.”

“My name is John,” the man said, holding out his hand with a radiant smile. 

Jamie returned it. 

“Jamie.” 

“It’s very nice to meet you Jamie.”

-

Jamie blinks and suddenly he can't tell if they have been sitting here at the hightop for 5 minutes or 5 hours. All of the faces of the pub patrons look the same and it makes his eyebrows bunch together in frustration. At least he thinks they do that, he actually can’t feel any part of his face…

He turns and suddenly he’s face to face with the Mai Tai man and he’s grinning, in a way that makes Jamie's insides churn and threaten to spew. The next moment the man is attempting to close the distance between their mouths and Jamie is acting on instinct. His fist comes out fast, punching into the jaw of the older man hard. 

It makes quite the commotion, because the man shouts, smashes his own glass over Jamie’s head, and Jamie is shouldering him into the rough edge of the counter in an adrenaline fuled rebuttal. 

The next moments pass in a blur. Everyone is screaming, Mae is yelling at him specifically, and then two bigger regulars are carrying Jamie out of the bar. His attacker is conveniently nowhere to be found. 

Jamie just wants to cry because how could this night get any worse?

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 30

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"Oh, the music has stopped, that's odd" my dad says, trying to hide a smile.

"Wonder what is going to happen" my mum adds.

"Yeah" I mutter, trying really hard to not roll my eyes.

"Hello, hi" Charles says from the little stage where the musicians are playing. "If I could get your attention, please. Thank you" he says before clearing his throat. "First of all, Merry Christmas everyone!"

"Merry Christmas!" the crowd repeats.

"Tonight is a very special night, and not only because it is Christmas Eve and we are getting to celebrate all together. Eleanor, my love... would you mind coming to the stage with me?"

"C'mon" my mum says with a smile that tries to be encouraging.

"Can we please get a round of applause for Princess Eleanor?" Charles says, making this moment even more embarrassing than it already is.

"Hello" I say once I make it to the stage.

"Hello, love" he says with a big smile that is all dimples. "As you all know, Eleanor and I had known each other since we were kids. We've basically shared our lives together and..."

I don't know what else he says after that, my brain stops processing his words. I just smile, praying that this charade ends soon. But it seems to last forever. Why is he talking so much? And why are people laughing, what did he say? Should I also laugh?

"So, Eleanor" he says, letting go of my hand and making me pay attention. "There is something I would like to ask you."

Those words make the whole crowd start whispering, all of them knowing what is going to happen.

"Eleanor Victoria Alexandra" Charles says, getting in one knee "would you do me the immense honour of becoming my wife?"

"I... I..."

I can hear people whispering again. They are waiting for an answer, and so is Charles, that big smile of his starting to disappear.

"Eleanor..."

"I... I..." I mumble again. "No."

I'm pretty sure that the gasp the crowd has let out the moment I've said that word, has been heard from the other side of the city.

"I think I didn't hear you, Eleanor. What did you say?" Charles asks.

"No" I repeat. "I don't want to marry you."

"But... Eleanor" he says, getting up.

"I'm sorry, Charles. I don't want to marry you" I say, leaving the stage.

"Eleanor, where are you going?" my dad asks.

"Outside. I can't breathe."

Which isn't a lie. My dress feels too tight, and even though the ball room where we are is huge, it feels as if the walls are closing around me.

"But you can't leave, Ellie. What about Charles? What about the wedding? Letizia, say something!"

"Let her go."

"What?" my dad asks with a confused look.

"Let her go, Philip."

"But, but…"

"I'm sorry, dad" I say before starting to run towards the door while all the guests just look at me, the security guards not knowing what to do.

"Ellie! Over here" someone says when I finally manage to leave the ball room.

"Sophie?"

I was so focused on myself and what Charles was going to do, that I hadn't noticed she wasn't with us.

"C'mon!" she says from behind a door. "Move that pretty ass of yours before they come."

"What is going on?" I ask when I join her.

"You are running away, aren't you?"

"That's the plan, yes."

"Well, I am helping you. Come" she says, taking my hand and making me follow her through a corridor. "The taxi should be here any minute now."

"You called a taxi?"

"How are you supposed to run away? On a pumpkin turned into a carriage?" she laughs. "I knew that our little chat had opened your eyes and that you were going to say no, but it wasn't until I saw your face before Charles went on that stage that I knew you were going to actually do it. That's when I put my plan in motion."

"Your plan?"

"Yes, my plan. Or your plan since you are the one running away. It doesn't matter. What matters is that it works. David?" she calls once we make it outside.

"Here, ma'am" he says.

"David? You also are part of this?" I ask.

"I am, ma'am" he says with a shy smile.

"What... I..."

"It's ok, Ellie" Sophie says, taking both my hands on hers.

"If mum and dad find out..."

"They won't. We are going to tell them that David took me outside because I wasn't feeling ok, and that we didn't hear or see anything."

"Do you think they will believe you?"

"We already told some of my men that I was accompanying her outside. We'll be fine" David says.

"So now you are going to take that taxi and go where your heart takes you. Don't worry about paying him or anything, we have that covered."

"Ok" I say as I feel tears coming to my eyes.

"Ellie. Eleanor" Sophie says. "It's going to be ok. I promise you."

"Yeah."

"Oh, come here" she says, giving me a big hug, one that makes me start crying.

"The car is here" David says.

"Ok, time to go. And don't worry about anything, just go be happy. Promise me?" Sophie says, wiping away my tears and trying not to ruin my make up. Though I don't care about it anymore.

"I promise" I nod. "And thank you. Both of you."

"We are just doing what is right" David smiles. "And oh, take this, ma'am" he says, giving me a phone. "We'll keep in contact through it."

"Time to go, Ellie. C'mon" Sophie urges me.

"Yes, yes. I love you" I say, giving her one last hug.

"I love you too" she replies before literally pushing me inside the taxi.

"Where to, ma'am?" the taxi driver asks once I am inside.

I don't have to think too much about my answer, only one place coming to my mind.

"Kingston."

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Promise Me ~ Chapter Twenty-Four

Summary: Friends since childhood, Gabriella has long held back her feelings where Boromir is concerned, as she did not want to risk losing his friendship if he didn't feel the same. But, then he is summoned to Rivendell, and the night before he is to leave, he stuns Gabriella by confessing his feelings for her as well. 

But, war is coming and he cannot put off what he knows must be done. All Gabriella can do is wait for him and pray for his safe return. 

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (AU, Boromir lives)

Pairing: Boromir x ofc Gabriella

Warnings: none 

Rating: T

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The jubilation that began with the destruction of Sauron and the Eye spread through Minas Tirith like a wildfire and Boromir tasked Gabriella and Éowyn with pulling together what was needed for a celebration of the highest order. They in turn recruited Dory and Ava and anyone else who did not get away quickly enough and soon, plans were underway for that very night. 

Word spread quickly throughout Minas Tirith and by nightfall, Boromir stood alongside Faramir, at the entrance to the Great Hall and just stared at the transformation of the room from a wide, most impersonal gathering space to something warm and welcoming and cozy almost. What seemed like a million white candles bathed the room in a golden glow, and tables draped with elegant cloths of all colors had been set up around the room’s perimeter. Musicians at the far end tuned their instruments and Faramir looked about with a smile as he said, “I do believe the ladies have gone above and beyond anything you could have asked of them.”

Boromir nodded, his hands resting on the pommel of his sword. “I am not exactly surprised, though. For the first time in our lifetime, peace has come at last and that is definitely a thing worth going above and beyond for.”

As he spoke, he spotted Gabby and Éowyn across the hall and smiled. He had never seen Gabby look so beautiful, dressed in a cardinal red gown, her white-blonde hair spilling about her shoulders in soft waves. Éowyn was a bit taller, and dressed in forest green and one glance at his brother, and Boromir knew Faramir was smitten.

“She’s lovely,” he said, nudging Faramir’s elbow.

Faramir jumped. “What?”

“Your Lady of Rohan,” Boromir nodded in their direction. “You suit perfectly.”

Faramir smiled, nodding as he replied, “Rather like you and your lady of Gondor.”

“My lady…” Boromir couldn't help his own smile as his gaze went back to Gabby. “I do like how that sounds.”

“So marry her already.”

“I will, little brother.”

“You keep saying that. Just do it.”

He turned to Faramir. “You doubt me? Because Gabby does not.”

“Are you so certain?”

Boromir looked back at Gabby, who must have felt the weight of his stare, for she suddenly lifter her head to look his way and a slow smile lifted the corners of her lips. “I am, yes. You forget how well she and I know each other.”

Gabby said something to Éowyn, who also turned and smiled, and the two women made their way across the hall. To Boromir’s surprise, his heart actually sped up as Gabby drew near, fluttering in a way it hadn’t since the morning when he’d spirited her to his bed for the first time. 

Her eyes sparkled with hints of mischief as she slipped her arm through his. “You boys clean up so very nicely, you know.”

Boromir smiled, rubbing his free hand along his smooth cheek. “It was time to shave. I began to look like I’d spent weeks out in the wild.” 

She laid her hand against his other cheek. “I like both images, to be honest. But, I don’t only mean shaving, love. I mean,” she let go of him and stepped back, “you just look so handsome this evening.”

He smiled. “It isn’t often I’ve been afforded the opportunity to wear something formal. And this calls for formal, I think.”

“Well, you look very—”  

The sounds of boots on the stone just beyond the Great Hall doors thundered through the cavernous hall and Boromir, along with everyone else, turned to see the doors open and Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, Frodo and Samwise in the doorway. Merry and Pippin must’ve seen them as well, for the two hobbits bolted from the far end of the hallway toward them, shouting with joy as they threw their arms about Samwise and Frodo with enough force that they knocked the halflings each back a step.

Gabby looked up at him. “Who are they?”

Boromir’s eyes stung. His throat tightened. His heart hammered his ribs as an emotion he couldn't put into words slammed into him. Swallowing hard, he managed to murmur, “Frodo,” he said, “and Sam.”

“And the others?”

“Gimli’s the dwarf, Legolas is the elf, you know Gandalf, and the man is Aragorn,” Boromir paused, drew in a deep breath, and added, “Our king.”

“What?”

“Come. I’ll introduce you.” He laced his fingers with Gabby’s and they crossed the hall to where the others stood. 

Aragorn smiled as his blue eyes alit on them. “It’s good to see you up, Boromir,” he said by way of greeting, then he turned to Gabby and bobbed his head. “And it is also good to finally meet you, my lady.”

“Meet me?” Gabby’s forehead creased. “You know of me?”

“I do,” Aragorn nodded again. “Boromir spoke of you, so if you are not Gabby, then I have made a terrible mistake.”

“No, this is Gabby. Gabby, Aragorn.” Boromir smiled. “The King of Gondor.”

Aragorn held up a hand. “Not yet, I’m not.”

“Well, either way, it’s nice to meet you. Boromir has not said much about his time with the Fellowship, but he has always spoken highly of you.” 

Boromir have Gabby’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Excuse me a minute,” he murmured, pulling away to make his way over to Frodo and Samwise.

The two hobbits said nothing as he approached, Frodo’s blue eyes, already large and luminous, seemed even more so as he stared up at Boromir. Samwise’s expression remained neutral, his arms folded over his chest as he also stared.

“It’s good to see you both,” Boromir said, looking from Samwise to Frodo. “And thank you, for seeing it done, for seeing the Ring destroyed. Frodo, might I have a word with you?””

“Mister Frodo does not—” Samwise began, only to have Frodo cut him off softly.

“It’s all right, Sam.” Frodo glanced over at his friend. “I will speak with him.”

“Come, outside, if you don't mind.” Boromir gestured toward the courtyard.

It was a glorious night, warm and clear, with a silver moon hanging low in the star-spangled sky. A hint of tension hung in the air, and Boromir coughed to break it. “I owe you an apology, Frodo. For my actions that day in Amon Hen. I was weak and the Ring was casting a shadow over me, one that I could not fight as I should have.”

“There is no need to apologize,” Frodo replied softly, shaking his head as he looked up at Boromir. He no longer looked like the youthful hobbit he’d been when Boromir first met him in Rivendell. He’d aged, with shadows beneath his eyes and hint of wariness in them. Not a one of them survived the quest unchanged, and not one of them were the men they’d been on that chilled autumn day when the leaves scuttled across the stone as the council met to determine who would bear the Ring to Mount Doom. 

“I have every need to do so,” Boromir corrected him softly. “I could tell you that I had no control over my actions and that I—”

“No,” Frodo broke in, meeting Boromir’s eyes for the first time since their skirmish at Amon Hen, “you need not apologize nor explain, for I understand full well the power that Ring had. And I am glad to see you alive and well, for Faramir thought you dead and I saw for myself his sorrow.”

Boromir held out a hand. “That means a lot to me, Frodo. It does.”

Frodo looked down at his hand, then back up at him, and offered up a hint of a smile. “Tell me, the lady in red, is she your wife? She’s watching you.”

Boromir shook his head. “No, she not my wife yet. But she will be in the coming days. Would you care to meet her?”

“I would, yes.”

His spirits higher than they’d been since he’d arrived in Rivendell, Boromir gently clapped the hobbit’s shoulder and steered him in, whilst waving Gabby over with his free hand. Introductions were made, and before long, she was laughing and he watched in awe at how quickly she won over everyone from Gandalf to Samwise. 

Faramir joined him as he leaned against the wall. “It’s an interesting group you traveled with, brother.”

“It was, indeed. But, I’m glad Father tasked me with joining them, even if I did not agree with his reason.”

“He wished you to take the Ring.”

It was no question. Faramir knew their father as well as he did. With a low sigh, Boromir nodded. “He did. He felt Gondor should use it to take down Sauron, that we’d paid a high enough price to earn that right.” He lifted his goblet to his lips for a long swallow and then, lowering it, he added, “And I agreed at first. I agreed at first and it nearly cost me my life. My future.”

Faramir smiled, nodding toward where the rest of the Fellowship gathered. “She has a way, doesn’t she?”

“Don’t your lady of Rohan hear you say that.”

“She knows no one holds a candle to her.” Faramir smiled. “It’s a strange fate, isn’t it? War nearly destroyed all we hold dear and yet, without it, we would not be where we are at this moment. Éowyn would still be in Rohan. You and Gabby probably would not have found the courage to admit the truth. None of this would have happened the way it did.”

Boromir nodded slowly, holding out his goblet. “As I said before I left for Rivendell, life is good. Remember this day, for everything is as it should be. And take nothing for granted, little brother. Nothing at all. Seize every moment and live it as if it was to be your last.”

“I will definitely drink to that.”

As Faramir clinked his goblet against Boromir’s, Boromir turned his gaze back to Gabby, who was deep in conversation with Frodo and Gimli, with the dwarf gazing upon her with almost the same reverence he’d shown the Lady Galadriel. Boromir smiled. “Faramir?”

“What?”

“Will you stand up with me, should Gabby and I decide to marry tonight?”

“Tonight? Who are you getting to perform a wedding now?”

“I’ll find someone. But will you?”

“If you are serious?” Faramir nodded. “Wild horses wouldn’t keep me away.”

Gabriella started when Boromir came up behind her and slipped his arms about her waist, pressed a kiss into the top of her head, and whispered, “Come with me.”

“Come with you where?”

“You’ll see.” He gave her a playful squeeze. “It will only take a minute. I promise.”

She rolled her eyes even as she smiled, and excused herself to follow him out into the courtyard. “What are you about?”

He smiled as he walked ahead of her, then turned to face her, walking backward as he said, “I was talking to Faramir earlier and something he said had me thinking.”

“You are going to trip over something and break your neck, Boromir.”

“Nonsense. I know this courtyard like the back of my hand.” 

He stopped then, and his grin grew wider, which automatically told her he was up to something. “Boromir? What are you about, really?”

“I love you. And I know you’ve already said yes, but I should probably give you something to make it—to make us—official.”

Her heartbeat sped up as he caught her hands and sank to one knee there on the stone in the courtyard. “Will you marry me?”

“Of course I will,” she told him with a smile.

“No, I mean, will you marry me tonight? Here, where we can celebrate with everyone.”

She pressed her lips together as he rose, towering over her, his eyes looking like pale slivers of glass, glittering in the light of the full moon silver overhead. “Are you certain?”

He nodded. “I have no desire to wait, Gabby. We’ve waited long enough, you and I, and I am not taking any of the coming days for granted. Not any more.”

Giving his hands a squeeze, she nodded. “Of course I will. But, I have just one request.”

“Anything, love. Name it, and it is yours.”

Gabby smiled up at Boromir as the clerk, Hallam, performed their simple marriage ceremony, down by the river, where they had met over a quarter-century earlier, with only Éowyn and Faramir as their witnesses. As they were pronounced husband and wife, Boromir wrapped her in his arms, bent her back slightly, and claimed her lips in a kiss so gentle, it sent a shiver along her spine. It had taken them so long to get to that kiss, and so much had happened to make them both think it might not ever happen, and Gabriella was in no hurry to have him let go of her any time soon. 

[aonoou]

Orter Madl HC part 3

parts 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 here

The men continued to investigate inside Ursla and were able to uncover new information about the village.

CHAPTER 3 - A Lonely Person

They only spotted the lady three more times during the two days they stayed in the village.

The first one was when she was planting vegetables. The second was when she was cleaning the houses. They tried talking to her but were ignored completely.

The third time was when she was cleaning the tombstones on the west end of the village. They suspect most of those were the graves of the people who died 7 years ago because the tombstones didn't look old.

Wirth decided to approach her while Orter was standing not too far away with 008.

Wirth tried to start a conversation with her. He asked why she was cleaning the graves of the people she said she may have killed. (really Wirth...nice conversation starter you have there!)

She answered that they deserve proper, clean graves, even if they are considered a bunch of pariahs. Wirth told her she doesn't seem to think of them that way. The lady said that it was because they were good people and should have lived longer. That they were the ones who deserve to live.

In a very low voice, she added that if there was a spell that could resurrect the dead, she would search for it and use it to resurrect the people of Ursla, even if she needed to give up her life in exchange. She said it in an absentmindedly way like she was talking to herself instead of Wirth.

Wirth realized that the lady was innocent. Orter, who was listening attentively at the back, had the same conclusion, too. But they still needed to know the truth about the plague, and only the witch could answer it. They left her alone and called it a day.

On the third day, they realized it was the 16th of the month. Orter remembered a report about a ghost in white dancing in the village square on the evening of the 16th day of every month. So Wirth and 008 went to check for any kind of information they could get about the 16th.

After rummaging through some stuff (both Wirth and 008 felt uncomfortable looking into dead people's things), they found out that the villagers usually gathered around the village square on the 16th for a small celebration. They call it "Nihara". During Nihara, people celebrate the good harvest during the month, pray for the protection and good health of the villagers, perform a simple ritual to protect the villagers from harm, and pray for the departed loved ones. The theme of the Nihara changes every month, depending on the season. The last Nihara recorded was around 8 years ago. They suspect that it must be because of the plague and people had started dying at that time.

On the night of the Nihara, the three men stayed on the roof near the village square to see if the "ghost" would appear. 008 commented that they could actually just stay downstairs near the square. The "ghost" would just spot them anyway. Wirth said the view is better from the top. Orter remained silent throughout the conversation.

They saw the lady dressed in a simple white dress with a flower crown on her head heading to the square. When she reached there, she started dancing and singing. She actually noticed them but did not heed them any mind.

She was singing a song in an old language. The song was about the moon goddess that gives blessings of eternal happiness to everyone.

The men seemed to be so engrossed by her performance. It was like looking at the moon goddess herself dancing.

The lady danced for roughly 3 hours before she concluded her performance. Both Wirth and 008 clapped while Orter was just looking at her. It was like he realized something else about the lady. Wirth noticed it and was trying to distract him from staring way too much even after the performance ended. It took him a minute to finally get Orter's attention. Orter just stared at Wirth and stood up. The younger brother was a bit pissed with Orter's reaction if you call that a reaction, but then his brother is always a weirdo and a socially inept one so he let it slide.

They went down to the square so they could talk to the lady who was now sitting on the edge of a small fountain. The lady seemed lost in her thoughts before noticing them approaching her.

008 pulled out the picture they found in one of the houses (the one with the villagers, the single-liner, and the young lady). The lady stared at the picture and suddenly tears started flowing in her eyes. She looked incredibly sad and it made 008 feel horrible. He apologized profusely to the lady for taking the picture without permission and for being too insensitive while Wirth scolded him for making a lady cry and Ryoh Grantz will be very disappointed in him.

The lady told 008 that he need not apologize. Instead, she apologized for getting emotional all of a sudden. She then proceeded to scold the men about being awake at that hour and people should get 8 or more hours of sleep so they could do their jobs well. Wirth commented on her talking like a mom and that he is normally awake till the early hours of the next day due to studying/reading/working. 008 said he is normally awake at this hour due to work as well. She then called them work zombies.

Wirth asked why she still does the Nihara. She wanted to continue the tradition even if she was the only one to celebrate it. She wants to remember the days when everyone was still alive, trying to live their lives normally, reminiscing the happy memories of her childhood when everyone that she loved was still alive. If one day, non-magic users end up living in Ursla, she wants to be able to continue the tradition that the old villagers left behind. She hopes that Ursla will become a safe haven for non-magic people in the future.

However, Wirth frankly told her that with her reputation and the rumors about this village, he doubts any non-magic people would want to live, much less step foot in the village. He added that she was very rude to them when they first came to the village so it will put off any potential residents.

The lady teased him for not getting over the fact that he lost to her the other day, with Wirth retorting that the fight was not over at that time because Orter meddled.

She then confessed that she let the rumors be because deep down, she wanted to just be left alone and die alone in the village. She wanted to cherish the memories she had with everyone, hence why she kept maintaining the houses.

The men felt like it was the best time to ask about the event that occurred 7 years ago as she was starting to open up a bit. Both Wirth and 008 were looking at Orter since he hadn't spoken yet, hoping he would use his mouth for the love of God cause both of them were tired of talking on his behalf.

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And that's part 3 of the story. Let's hope Orter will open his mouth next chapter.

[adelemadouce]

For one Day only

As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw him, I desired him, and I feared losing him. I had never felt such insecurity before in my life, because even though I read the lines of his love letter over and over again, I was still afraid of losing him. As Camille was dressing me on that penultimate day of 1804, she asked me what sadness had prevented me from smiling that day. Finally, Monsieur Duchâtel was preparing a grand fête for New Year's Eve, at which I could shine and impress as the mistress of the house, since I was now a famous lady in Paris, honored by the Emperor himself! I sighed deeply. I also found it difficult to admit that such celebrations, as well as my rather questionable popularity, did not impress me at all. Duchâtel's reception on New Year's Eve didn't interest me in the slightest and I already knew that I would avoid it with a "headache".

No, it was another, real pain that tormented me - my heart was suffering! And Camille finally realized it. "There is no such thing as a whole life of happiness, Madame! But if one has been able to know happiness, if one has been able to experience it in all its power and sweetness, then one day of this happiness is enough for a whole life!" It was so loving of her to tell me that, but I didn't let on how little comfort it gave me. No one understood the love I felt, which was so powerful that it went beyond death, beyond all reason, all faith, even beyond the sweetest dreams of divine hope! I felt despair inside me: "I will die if I lose him!" I said in a low voice, more to myself. This most terrible of all thoughts tormented me, because I was no longer sure whether the Emperor still loved me. Had he chosen Joséphine? Did he decide to love only the Empress, his wife? Had Moira been right with her warnings? "Madame, you have dark thoughts, nothing else! The Emperor loves you, he wrote it! He would be a fool to give you up...you are one of the most beautiful of all the ladies at court, Madame! I know it...I have seen the others! Our Emperor is no fool...!" He was the only one who could convince me of his love for me, but he was outside the gates of Paris, in Malmaison, with his Empress. For me, that meant waiting, hoping, praying in all the uncertainty...that...

I was too young, too inexperienced to be able to judge his fickleness. I could have guessed that his tireless spirit, his restlessness, his impatience and ultimately his longing would lead him back to Paris sooner than he had promised the Empress. Spending a second day in Malmaison just out of concern for some exotic plants simply did not fit into the Emperor's concept of useful pastimes! Which is why he left Malmaison one day early, breaking free from the arms of the Empress, only to fall into my arms a short time later!

When Camille came to me in the early evening to put my cape around my shoulders, she said with a beaming smile: "Madame, the black fiacre is waiting!" I almost fainted from happiness. I cannot describe the relief I felt, the lovesick dizziness that numbed me and I hardly noticed how I got into the fiacre, wrapped in my cape and drove through the Parisian twilight, to his dark Tuileries palace, to him!

The fiacre stopped at a side entrance of the Pavillion de Flore. Monsieur Nivernois, the concierge of this entrance (who knew me as a lady-in-waiting and followed a sworn discretion) opened the door and helped me to get out. A footman of the Grand Marshal received me and led me to a salon on the ground floor. I had pulled the hood of my cape down over my head, literally nothing of my face was visible, and I wondered how many ladies had been led into this palace veiled in this way over the centuries! I knew the secret passageways of the Tuileries, the connections behind wallpapered doors through which one could reach all the rooms without being seen. The secret corridors were partially lit by oil lamps, there was a steep staircase leading up to the first floor where it was pitch black. Finally we reached the end of the secret passage and the footman opened a door. I entered the Emperor's "Cabinet Arrière", a small, sumptuously furnished study. The wallpaper door closed behind me and I was alone. A fire was burning in the fireplace, it was warm and cozy. But no candles had been lit yet. However, the room glowed in the fiery red of the setting sun. I went to the window and looked out. From this floor you had a much better view than from the Empress's chambers. I looked over to Saint Lazare, crows fluttering over the roofs, chimneys smoking. High above, stars began to sparkle in the dark blue sky.

I jumped in shock when I heard his voice in my ear: "...you knew I couldn't stand it...admit it!" I turned, looked up at him and immediately started kissing him. I couldn't have waited a second longer and I think I hurt the Emperor when I threw my arms around his neck. I cried and held on to him as tightly as I could. He laughed, his mouth on my open lips as tears ran down my cheeks. He gently pulled the hood from my head, untied the bow of my cape and let it slide from my shoulders. "Come on, my sweet girl...don't cry! It's all right!" His voice was like honey, deep and so soft! He walked with me to an armchair and pulled me onto his lap. "The Empress is satisfied...I made it clear to her that Madame Duchâtel is not of interest to me! Well, she will certainly keep an eye on you, Joséphine has a feeling for such things, she won't rest until she is sure...she firmly believes that you are in love with me!" He looked at me deeply, pulled a handkerchief from his trouser pocket ( it had snuff on it) and wiped my cheeks with it. I coughed. He threw the tissue on the floor and sighed because he knew that our problem was not solved. I looked at him wide-eyed with wet eyelashes. The Emperor took a deep breath and kissed me again. More intensely than the first time. "Don't be afraid anymore, Adèle...I won't be so careless anymore, I promise! No more whispering in front of the Empress!" He watched me closely. "... do you still love me, Adèle?" He hit me right in the heart and my tears started flowing again. "More than my life...! I love you more than my life!" I sobbed and cried like a little child. He rocked me in his arms. And laughed again! "Stop crying...kiss me instead...hmm...did you miss me as much as I missed you? No! You definitely didn't. Be honest! You young women are so moody (as if he knew about my fear and sadness!)...hmm..." His voice became quieter, even darker. "...did you do what I asked you to do, my Adèle?" I had to smile now. His hand slipped under my dress, I felt it on my thigh, I opened my legs slightly... and then the Emperor laughed out loud! Yes, I had done what he had asked me to do! I had unpicked the seam of my panthalons and had put them on with hope! Now I felt his fingers on my most sensitive spot. The Emperor was still laughing. "You're only too ready...me too! But we'll deal with that later...!" He nibbled on my earlobe and made me stand up. He took my hand. "I promised you something...come!" The Emperor pulled me behind him, I grabbed his warm fingers with both hands, my eyes never leaving his face. I was so filled with love for him that I followed him everywhere, even into the deepest Hades!

We walked through candle lit hallways, over warm carpets, past Lackeys, went through large double doors...into his bedroom! The Emperor's bedroom! The Heart of the Empire!

My breath caught at the sight of this glory! The Emperor ordered the doors to be closed after we entered. He came behind me and put his arms around my waist. "I promised you...tonight you are my Empress!"

It was a large room, with paintings on the ceiling. The gods Jupiter, Mars, Minerva and Apollo were seen looking down from an azure sky. The walls of the bedroom were covered with green Lyon brocade, framed by golden pilasters. Between the windows there were two armchairs with a table, festively set for two persons. And the bed! The imperial bed! It stood on a two-tiered balustrade covered with red velvet. Panther skins decorated the steps, and a round canopy of dark green velvet hung over the bed. The whole thing was crowned by a golden eagle in a wreath of white ostrich feathers. And everywhere little golden bees sparkled like stardust. There was a large mink on the bed, the fur gleamed in the candlelight. "Do you like it?" asked my imperial darling. He grabbed me again and kissed my neck. "It's big!" I said in amazement. The Emperor hummed a short melody on my neck. "Yes! That's why I never sleep here!" I looked at him. "Why not?" His eyes stared motionless at the bed for a moment. Then he said: "It's too lonely,...all alone!" Nevertheless, I was very surprised and asked: "But does the Empress never sleep here...with you, Sire?" He shook his head slowly. "No. She needs all her bric-a-brac... you know! Either I go down to her...or I sleep in my little room." He pulled me to a wallpaper door, behind which was a small boudoir with a camp bed. It seemed very spartan compared to the large bedroom. The Emperor led me to another wallpapered door, another bedroom, with two beds. "The adjutant on duty and a captain sleep here. In case I have to go out at night...if a war breaks out...or a revolt. Or God knows what!" He sensed that it made me think and explained: "It's a protocol, Adèle, and it must always be followed. I'm not a free man...but it is for my safety!" I caressed his cheek with my lips. "...then I am very relieved, Sire!" And with a grin he said: "But you're worried that my guard might hear us tonight!" He pinched his fingers into my butt, pushed me out of the room and back into the imperial bedroom. While I was drinking a glass of champaigne, he started to undress me. "The Grand Marshal told me that you have a New Year's gift for me?!" A small belch burst from my mouth, I quickly put my hand in front of my lips and giggled sheepishly. But he didn't mock me at all, because I was already naked, except for my silky panties. "...yes, Sire! Something beautiful!" I said seriously. And importantly! The Emperor poured me another glass of champaigne, he took a sip and then gave it to me. As I took the glass to my lips, the Emperor slipped his hand into the waistband of my panthalons, untied the bow and let the silk slide down my legs. I drank my champaigne and let him lead me to the bed. He gently loosened the ribbon from my hair and stroke the curls over my shoulder. The Emperor was very skilled in all this, he could treat a woman in the most tender way! I climbed onto the big bed and nestled my hands in the thick fur. It tingled on my skin. It would have been impossible for me to keep my aroused body still and so I lolled on the dark mink while he took off his uniform jacket, stepped out of his escarpins, and removed his black necktie. "Let's see what I have for you for the New Year. Do you have a wish, Adèle?" He leaned on the bedpost and looked at my nakedness as if in a trance. "Do you have a wish, my sweet?"

But before I could answer, he suddenly groaned. "God, what a sight!" I stretched my legs, he grabbed my ankle and held it tight. His piercing gaze wandered lustfully between my legs. I saw his jaw muscles twitch, he clenched his teeth. "...what a sight...your peach glitters...what a sight!!" he hissed, almost angry that he could no longer control his lust. He took my foot and pressed it against his fly. I began to massage his hard member with my toes. The Emperor closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying it! He tilted his head back, his mouth opened...but then he came to his senses again and pressed my foot even more firmly against his pants. "Do you have a wish, Adèle? Yes?...tell me what you want!" I was so excited by the sight of him that I couldn't think of anything right away. I looked at my toes in fascination, I had no idea how flexible they could be! He let go of my foot, his hand floated over it. Then he looked at me grimly. "Did I tell you to stop?" I giggled and twirled my toes. What they were massaging, seemed now to burst the fabric of his breeches! "Come on, Adèle...tell me what you want!" His voice was soft again, a little shaky even, and he gasped. "Sire, I would like to see the sea!" He grabbed my ankle again, lifted my leg and kissed my calf. "See the sea? You've never seen the sea? But your village is between the Atlantic and the Mediterranean...two coasts...and close to your home!" He let go of my leg and made a pirouette with his finger, which meant that I should turn around. "...even though our village is close to the coast, Sire, we could never go to the sea!" I turned around in front of him, then crouched on all fours on the fur. "...you must remember, Sire, that my parents were never rich! During the revolution we hardly had anything to eat...no cake for breakfast!...oh là là! I opened my legs as wide as I could, although he had already begun to make love. "My parents couldn't afford a summertime by the sea...and we didn't have any..." I couldn't continue for a moment, my voice faltered, "...we didn't...had...any relatives...in Bor...rrr...deau..." There was no point in continuing the conversation. Frenzied with lust, the Emperor threw himself on my body.

So, we came back to the topic later. "France and Italy have the most beautiful coasts in Europe. I'll probably able to show you one or two places," the Emperor said smiling. It may have sounded a little rude when I asked him: "Will you take me to Corsica, Sire...to the Island of Beauty?" I looked at the beautiful son of this island, but he grimaced. "Corsica?...no! Brittany is just as beautiful and much closer!" It was so nice to dream with him! "Can you swim, Adèle? He then asked. "No. Can you swim, Your Majesty?" He laughed and looked up at the magnificent canopy. "Of course, I can swim! I grew up in Ajaccio, we boys jumped into the water at the harbor at every opportunity. I'm also very good in diving! ...we scraped sea urchins off the seabed!" Then he looked at me for a long time. "Before I take you to the sea, I'll teach you how to swim!" I nuzzled my face on his neck. "Where, Sire,...in your bathtub?"

It was one of the most magical nights of my life! I felt safe and secure with him, and his love for me was stronger than ever! The Emperor confessed to me that he had never taken a girl into this sacred bedroom. And I would be the only one, for all time! "Because you are unique and inimitable to me, Adèle! I love you because fate wants to give me the best a man could wish for, I love you because France rewards me with you! Other women gave me the longing for love, you give me the fire, the passion and the magic of love...mon amour...Adèle!"

I don't know if Emperor Napoléon really meant these words and if they were true. It sounded as poetic as a quotation. But I wanted to believe his words because they made me happy! And what Camille had told me that morning was true: a happy moment would last a lifetime!

Napoléon loved me. And yes, I was his Empress that night, in the Emperor's bed, in the heart of France! Vive L'Impératrice!!!

[donnerpartyofone]

Yesterday morning I woke up early to go to the Corpus Christi event in the park where several local parishes were converging for an outdoor mass. The point of the celebration was to affirm the literality of transubstantiation, since communion has started slipping into the realm of symbolism in a lot of people's minds and the Vatican doesn't like that. I really enjoy the pageantry of Catholicism and I will do anything for a look at the monstrance, the extremely fascinating luxury container for the holy wafer. It looks like something out of DAGON and in fact I wouldn't be surprised if that story were meant to refer to Catholicism in some way, I'm sure Lovecraft hated Catholics as much as he hated everybody else.

At one point the homilist addressed the accusation that eucharistic adoration is a form of idolatry, an impression he corrected by reminding everyone that the eucharist is not a fetish object but the literal body of Christ: "We don't worship a piece of bread!" (congregation laughs appreciatively) But I thought, why not? Even though I'm an outsider who can't take communion, I find it easy to think about its meaning in a general way; like if you believe that there is some sort of generative superlayer to reality, which I'm learning that I kind of do, and if you think everything natural manifests from that, then it's not so hard to think that food is divine. And I mean food is divine, it's what perpetuates life. We SHOULD be treating food with reverence and respect, whether you believe in a spiritual lifeforce or only a chemical one. I'm often surprised that Christians are not hardcore ecologists by nature, if you believe that everything comes from God for humanity to steward, you should have a powerful feeling for your environment--but for whatever reason this is not a standard part of the package. After the park part we processed down the street, which had been closed off for the occasion, to St. Mary Star of the Sea (even more Dagonesque!), and this part was totally amazing. The church was packed to the gills with people from all different parishes and the organist was playing some absolutely demonic music that I had never heard the likes of. When the people sang, the whole place vibrated powerfully, and in a moment of silence an old italian lady started praying at the top of her lungs, startling everyone. It was an exciting thing to get caught up in.

After that my husband and I went to a bar around the corner to stalk the building owner, who is renting a couple of apartments on the upper floors. Unfortunately he wasn't around but we got sucked into a conversation with a local who didn't look like he would want anything to do with the likes of us, a gruff older Brooklynite who engaged us about our weird shared neighborhood for much longer than I meant to stay. I tried to take it as a good sign, like maybe we could put our "vibes" on the place by integrating with the regulars, at the same time that our associates have been recommending us to the owner as good future tenants. It would be amazing if we got in there, we could move almost our whole apartment by hand.

Then it was time to go to the film festival. The screenings I saw the day before were in a theater that is hip but not particularly luxe, which made me feel pretty relaxed about what I was going to have to do--but these screenings were in a VERY nice theater, the lines were huge and everyone was dressed to the nines, and I started to freak out a little bit. The staff rushed me through my instructions with such intensity, I was just praying I actually understood it all. One of the actors on my panel is this cult film goddess who is a terrific person in addition to being shockingly beautiful, and she showed up in this like fairy tale dress that accentuated her otherworldliness to absolutely ridiculous heights. She introduced herself to me and I just started blathering; I'm not attracted to women but she's so beautiful it's insane, it almost qualifies as a deformity. Looking into her face is just confusing. Many other people there were startlingly beautiful. The director of the movie I was there for is someone I had seen on screen many times, and I always perceived him to be kind of an ordinary nerd, but in person he was enormously charismatic and sharply dressed and groomed and he had fully transformed into fucking George Clooney or something, I almost wasn't sure I had the right guy.

I also saw two other actresses-of-a-certain-age who looked so much better standing in front of me than they did in the movies I'd just seen them in, I honestly felt like I was tripping on acid. One of them was Alicia Silverstone, who sat in front of me at a different screening; she wore a highly reflective plastic tube dress and stiletto heels that were almost entirely transparent, and she had to be helped around by her entourage. The aforementioned actress I would be interviewing was also having a lot of trouble locomoting in her amazing Glenda the Good Witch getup, she too needed to be attended by aides. It occurred to me that maybe when your career is (in part) being extremely glamorous, you have to do these things that cripple you, you have to be strapped into these hobbling appliances and carried around to formal appearances. There is something fascinatingly morbid about this.

My panel was really great. I knew I was killing it. All my jokes landed with the audience and I got the film cast and crew in a really good place right away. It was late on the Sunday, the last screening of the festival, and everyone on and off the stage was exhausted until I wound them all up, which I consider a significant personal achievement. Everyone thanked me in this moving way and some stranger on the street told me I did a good job. I was aware that this was my introduction to quite a number of people, including several recognizably established folks who have certainly been vaguely aware of who I am and what I do, but now they've all seen me at full power and I could tell they'll remember it.

When photos of the event started turning up, that was NOT so thrilling. I was a complete mess and I didn't even know it until it was too late. It's probably GOOD that I didn't realize it earlier, when I couldn't have done anything about it. I found myself looking in the mirror at home, where things seem not so bad somehow, and trying to match what I saw there to the person that everyone's camera saw. It was pretty shocking, but I have to say that it wasn't a complete downer. I had the feeling that I can see what I need to do, and that is positive in and of itself. I might not have even realized the degree to which I need to take better care of myself if this hadn't happened, at least not for a while. Right now everything needs to change. My house needs to change, my state of employment needs to change, my body needs to change. If I can treat these things like hobbies, like projects I am authoring, rather than like obligations or fuckups I need to fix, then my chances of success are strong.

[nityarawal]

Sent to new fake boss on chauffer bad check scam at PNC bank & BBVA artificial Intelligence Centers.

To my family after the 6 year apartheid war. 

Do you care? Lol

Probably not. 

But this is reason to work. 

Do you have kids?

Peace,

Nitya

#4BillionMothersStrong 

Going to bed for first night in my art shack! Laundry clean! 

Wish you were here! I love you! Xo

Nitya

PS Mom- There's another 1 bedroom available for $500. 

Would you be able to send Anj & Isha? He can have the bigger one or kids together? 

This can be moved next to it! 

Or we can make one bedrooms & one living quarters? 

Miss you! Xo 

Nitya

Hey y'all have you googled mom's name lately?

Mitra with Sun!

Wow- There's thousands of wonderful new stories since last we checked. Haydn didn't believe it meant Sun.

Isn't that bizarre someone who knows Farsi, studies planets, went to Iran etc would say something so dumb? He doesn't appreciate nor understand Persian poets either. Mind Boggling.

Bobba knows he's Varuna! Lol

Every Christmas the lovers celebrate their anniversary.

It's divine.

I miss you so much. Mitra got me.

Thankyou Mommy.

You know she's even compared to Christ? Some mythical jealousy with Mitraism.

A mystical knowing that rivaled Christianity.

We are so very lucky mom. I pray you're all feeling ok.

I enjoyed first night in my dressing trailer!(: 

It's getting very cute and I'm enjoying paint box possibilities.

I left a patched wall rustic with board and want to paint an American flag on it.(:

Swedes do these barn house style paintings that are really epic.

Helen's sis had one in the only black Swedish house in the village.

Do you remember?

Do you hear from any of my bffs & sisters.

Worried for Zivit.

Any news I'd be grateful for.

I lost touch with many loved ones in lame Facebook wars.

Elon has a divine new Joe Rogan pod f/ yesterday you must hear!

He's doing AI conference & praying he heard the prudes and our beloved family.

It was King Reza Shah's II birthday yesterday.

Great party.

Persians brought it celebrating their beloved King.

It felt like the globe danced and rejoiced for our lineage.

He's only leader never criticized.

Amazing.

Georgia says no American leader ever spoke to her so Elon finally gave their country Starlink.

That was nice.

We see it but only the privileged use it apparently in apartheid! LOL

Praying He's doing a savoy shuffle in UK and sorting it all out.

He seemed very strong. Did you know he does Jiu Jitsu?

Could Gracie studio help Isha get his rights back?

I was sad to see another 14yo boy- little Quazi- caged by Space x and estranged from mom in daddy detention; am worried Isha was sold out?

I don't appreciate the way Sunil Carved me out of my family. We are not for sale nor barter.

Justice is undoubtedly going to be served.

It gets worse with every passing moment.

Elon says the price just goes up.

Make today a peace day like everyday.

I love you so much. Can you send me pictures here?

Isn't there anyway for y'all to shake a dead woman's Gag orders and embrace freedom of speech? RIP Queen Elizabeth & Barracuda Mamma Lori Clark Viviano AKA Sharkbait. 

Amen. 

Look at Elon squirm with BBC pod next. 

They have terrorized us over lame religious shit we didn't even know of from Roman times.

It's a history of wars.

Is Sunil an existentialist?

I never fully understood his superstring theory.

Do you Isha?

Please look and let me know.

I think he probably is.

Do you remember when he'd set up little villages of cards in living room; and video while Romeo knocked them down to find the treats?

There's lots of ways you can groom in war.

It's just not the Huntley way.

I don't believe it was Gautama's way of the Rawal Gotra either. Buddha loves his mom so much and is overflowing with Empathy and compassion.

We've all cried and Sung you home.

Megxit home.

Reza home.

Do you want to visit today and trick or treat?

I want to play Halloween; hug/eat and celebrate with my beloved family. 

Norooz.

It's sad Britney and her family broke. Praying they forgive each other- for her heart and everyone's involved.

Between us all, we've probably been targeted by over a million Jewish attys capitalizing on our family. 

We must always trust our enlightened elders.

That's why what Sunil did was a mind "F." ):

I'm sorry.

I know it wasn't good for anyone's Psyche.

Come home.

Shall we tie up the other trailer?

It's just for now.

Hopefully Elon really will get Reparations.

I'm grateful for all the time I have to enjoy the globe, you, and choose to enjoy it.

Maybe it's rude to laugh in face of tragedy; rude to defy cancer; disobedient to angry British leaders in rages over silencing for their organized criminals kink…..

I really feel Elon could rise through this. Please hold him in light of your heart. I just want the microcosm to reflect what my family can create. 

Jyoti Nitya

Light Eternal

Mitra Nitya

Friend Eternal 

Anjali Nitya

Grace; Offering To God Eternal

And grateful for our mighty Varuna Eternal. 

Ja Nitya 

We are a Tribe of peace, light and love. 

Prosperity is Gravy. 

I feel I paid more for Twitter's freedom of speech on X than anything in my life as a citizen journalist. I had to. For the word. It's very important to us. Vows. Faith. Simple human structure honoring heart values. Lovers. Boppa doesn't believe in divorce. Nor do I. It's Barbaric for one's soul. I'm sorry. Forgive me. Please. 

$44b wasn't what it really cost & I think Elon gets that.

We all worked.

Got taxed in alienation warfare. 

Every home I had was raided by Nazi Sheriff on bribes.

It was creepy.

I never broke the law. 

My job is to be a mom, a full disclosure journalist and realtor. The word means more to me than the buck. That's rare. 

I might not look like Miss Ambition but it's because priority of my life is you. To some being a mom might not bring the Britney billions they want to tax our family with. 

As far as I'm concerned my billions are voting in an arena of violence we don't appreciate. 

Return all. Elon knows this is on to-do list. 

We won't have blood money on our hands. 

We worked to hard as yogis to allow Sunil Rawal to violate our sacred family. 

My stomach is actually quaking at what nasty things hrs done. Let it go. It's just not worth it. We choose love. With you. Every day.

Every minute. 

Mitra Nitya is the eternal friend. 

We all know that's true. 

We all will be paid.

I got my X tip button. (:

This won't ever happen to another family on my time or dime. 

4 billion mothers are strong.

Peace. 

Merci,

Hugs. Xo

With all Love,

Mom

Nitya Eternal 

#4BillionMothersStrong 

(Mitra Moezzi's daughter of the Persian Qajar dynasty.)

Mom- Whom I miss with all my heart. Shouldn't we all have access to the psyche geniuses of our era? Especially loved ones. I know so many people have suffered.

(Peace is so much easier. Royals are fun and I feel lucky to be half princess getting a little crumb of respect in Woman Life Freedom Baraye Global awakening about apartheid in Tehrangeles regions too.)

"In the end, all debts must be paid, just a question of when. Later makes it worse."

| Elon Musk

[studentmom]

My week days was tiring but mixed with fun,because being a student mother is not easy. Like Monday to Friday my everyday routine,I set the alarm at around 4:00 am but I get out of bed at 5:00 am, because it's still dark outside,our kitchen is outside the house. First I prayed to God to guide and to protect us.Second, I brush my teeth and wash my face.and then, I drink a warm water. Third, I taking care of my children's meal for breakfast, for snacks and for lunch. I prepared their clothes to wear. And also I have a pet pigs to feed. After that, I take care of myself to take a shower and get dressed, sometimes I even forget to eat breakfast because our service ,you don't know what time they will actually pick us up. There is a time at 7:05 am sometimes at 7:15 am but usually at 7:20 am. So the children are already dressed and waiting at 7:00 am.

Monday afternoon at school,I was a little chill in the first summative test because our teacher discussed first and we have a time to review. But in the second summative test, I got a headache, I feel like my brain is draining. I understand that it's for the Midterm Examination. When I got home, I had a hard time finding a tricycle to ride home, but I was still lucky because a tricycle passed by and I got on it.

On Tuesday was a happy day, because our teacher didn't discuss or take a summative test, she just told us to talk about the upcoming Sci-Math Celebration.

On Wednesday morning, we are busy thinking about what scientist look alike that my classmate will imitate. Then we also talked about what talent he will show off. Around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, my two classmate and I went to the tailor together to sew her school uniform. While we were traveling to Mananao, it was pouring with heavy rain, my classmate was drenched because he was the driver,by the time we got back to our school. He was shivering from cold, this classmate of mine is the representative of the college in the scientist look alike. When we arrived to school I told my schoolmate to join me in looking for a wig to use for the scientist look alike, but unfortunately we didn't find anything. So I went home.

On Thursday it is the day of Sci-Math Celebration they are all excited, except me. Because our representative in the scientist look alike has a fever. Thank goodness, one of my classmate is willing to portrayed as a scientist look alike. In the afternoon, I didn't do anything at school, all I did was watched my classmates participating in the aghamazing race and took a picture with there happy faces that they are enjoying the afternoon activities.

Every Friday morning and afternoon, I don't have a class schedule, so that, my whole day is to accompany my children to their school.

Saturday and Sunday I waking up and getting ready for the day.Having breakfast or other meals at set times. Engaging in household such as cleaning, laundry or cooking. That's what student mother weekly life.☺️

[notesfromastranger]

The Ten of Swords

My Brazilian grandma came to visit! It had been years since she made the trip over and on the night she arrived we hosted a dinner to celebrate. As we immersed ourselves in conversation, my grandma brought up her cousin who has spiritual gifts. When she prays for people she is able to see visions. 

Best Friend #3 (Reference the Magician excerpt) and I did a tarot reading. We did a 3 card spread with the 1st card being the recent past, the second the present and the third sitting in the near future. The third card was the Ten of Swords. The illustration depicts a man laying on the ground with 10 swords piercing through his body. This card symbolizes painful endings, deep wounds, betrayal, loss and crisis. This ending would come out of the blue and shake me to the core. Not a great card to pull for your near future. Immediately I thought of work. Things with work weren’t great and it wouldn’t surprise me if they decided to let me go. That was the thing though.. it wouldn't surprise me. 

We spent the longest amount of time together that we had ever spent. Michigan boy and I  went to a Reggae Festival that weekend and it was filled with laughter and dancing. We went to bed and woke up that Monday ready to meet his mom who had just flown in from Michigan. 

He was upset after the meeting with his mom. Michigan boy hasn’t had the easiest childhood and his mom was a big part of that. Meeting with her was always difficult for him but it seemed to bring us closer. On the drive home he opened up to me about things I had never heard and for the first time I saw his pain. It was almost unbearable for me to see him like that. My heart hurt and all I wanted to do in that moment was take all of that pain from him so that he didn't have to feel it anymore. When we got back to his place we laid there together and just caressed each other as he looked into my eyes and I looked into his. I knew with certainty that I loved him. He called me the next day after I had left and told me how much he missed having my dog and me there. I was on cloud 9 with my Michigan boy. 

A couple days went by and he wanted to come over after work. He started talking about how the future scared him. What if we don’t work out and what if you leave me or I leave you. I explained to him that he could feel safe. That we all take risks and that we shouldn’t look that far ahead. He said to me that he hadn’t ever felt this strongly about someone so quickly or had these thoughts about the future so quickly. I reassured him that I saw a future with him as well. I still felt secure with him. 

2 days later I was blindsided by Michigan boy. He texted me and said he was feeling anxious. My mind became dull. This again.. He came over after work and immediately started throwing blame. He said that I wasn’t able to love him the way he needed to be loved and used every excuse to break up with me. I was devastated. It seemed that he had timed it perfectly so that he could back out of coming to my best friend's wedding with me. I had never been so confused in my life. He talked about how excited he was to hear my speech and how he couldn’t wait to see me in my dress and now this!? I felt so helpless and a little desperate for some answers. I remembered my grandma talking about her cousin and I asked my mom if she could contact her to see if she could get any visions while praying. 

To Be Continued…