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The Shape of Water Q&A at AMC Lincoln Square

Went to see The Shape of Water on opening night at the AMC Lincoln Square, and was lucky enough to stick around for the Q&A afterwards with the Director Guillermo Del Toro, Doug Jones (the Asset/Amphibian Man), Octavia Spencer (Zelda Fuller), and Michael Stuhlbarg (Dr. Robert Hoffstetler). The Q&A was really enlightening and the moderator asked some great questions but sadly only one audience question was answered before they ran out of time. More about the film below:

The Film’s Genesis, Setting & Major Themes

The Shape of Water first came about when Guillermo watched The Creature From the Black Lagoon for the first time when he was six. There was a pivotal scene where he saw Julie Andrews’ character swimming underneath the sea creature, and Guillermo essentially shipped the pair and wanted them to end up together. Evidently when they didn’t, he was very salty about it hahaha. 

So, Guillermo told himself “One day, I’ll fix it.” Granted, he joked that “It took me 46 years”, but better late than never he supposes.

When Guillermo started seriously working on the film idea, he had been trying it in different forms and ideas, but it wasn’t until 2011 where he had his real first breakthrough with the storyline, after sitting down for lunch with an author friend Daniel Kraus (who he also co-wrote the novel with). He told Kraus about his story featuring an amphibian man, and after bouncing back and forth with various ideas, they locked in on a specific idea of a janitor taking the amphibian man home as a plot point. 

Guillermo stated: "This was the key and the way into the story, because if you go in with the government agent or the scientist, it's the same bullshit, but if you go through the service door with the cleaners and the janitors, that's already, politically, a very different statement."

For Guillermo, the film was: "always about giving a voice to the voiceless,” which is immediately noticeable by the fact in the trailer, the two most prominent voices, one who is the narrator and the other who is speaking on Elisa’s behalf, are Octavia Spencer and Richard Jenkins’ characters, a black woman and closeted gay man respectively, who traditionally would have had their voices silenced in this era. 

The Shape of Water is set in 1962, a year that Guillermo acknowledges is a year often viewed with rose-colored lenses, in which conversations about a time period in which America was “great,” is commonly cited as the 1950s and 1960s. 

However, Guillermo wanted to show that this was more of a “hollow pasture/green” in which this idea of America being “great” during the 1960s was really a hollow illusion, because “if you weren’t the right gender or race during this era, you were really on the other side of the fence.” He specifically cites that 1962 was really “the end of that dream when JFK is assassinated, the War in Vietnam escalates, and you have this negative space in wider society created by Madison Ave.” 

Sally Hawkins’ Involvement 

In 2011, Del Toro immediately sent a message to Sally Hawkins' agent letting her know that he was writing a movie for her, and the agent said “sure!” and that he’d let her know.

But it really wouldn’t be until 2013 where Hawkins got on board. Guillermo said that during the night of the Golden Globes afterparty(?), some friends called him up to get out of the house and mingle together. 

Guillermo was initially reluctant to attend, preferring to watch the rest of Antique Roadshows instead (LOL) but was eventually dragged out....where he then promptly ordered 40 shots of tequila at the venue (Omfg Guillermo plz...) 

Later when he was leaving, Guillermo spotted Sally Hawkins near the exit and allegedly ran up to shout at her “I’m writing a movie for you....where you fall in love with a fish!” Though, Sally was apparently a great sport about it and simply replied: “That’s great!” 

Doug Jones’ Involvement and His Working Relationship with Del Toro 

Jones discussed that this is his sixth film that he’s collaborated with Guillermo on, having also previously collaborated on the television show, The Strain, together. Guillermo first told Jones that he had a creature role for him, but presented it with a certain gravitas, specifically emphasizing that Jones would be the romantic lead. 

Guillermo wanted Jones to channel something more "raw" and "animal," but "throw in a bit of matador with sexiness and leaning in with the pelvis." This was coupled along with the backstory that the Asset/Amphibian Man was "worshiped by the locals like a God in the Amazon."

So, Jones stated that it was important for the Asset/Amphibian Man to hold himself with a level of regalness and superhero-esque stance, since "the mystery was whether or not the Asset/Amphibian Man has powers."

But the Asset/Amphibian Man is important because “his presence is one in which he changes everyone around him.” Such as when he helps Hoffstelter in getting back his real name, Dimitri, back for the first time, or when he helps Zelda realize that her marriage is over. 

Elisa’s relationship with the Asset/Amphibian Man also helps the audience realize that her “beauty is one that develops profoundly over the course of the film, yet at the same time, she’s an individual that could be sitting next to you on the bus.” 

Jones notes that "the challenge was creating a love story between a creature and a young lady, and making it feasible and plausible."

Jones also stated that fine artist Mike Hill bought in a great artistry with the Asset/Amphibian Man’s character design to make him the "most beautiful, sexy, appealing monster that I have ever been in my entire life." 

At this point, Octavia Spencer interjected to reiterative to the audience, "He had a great butt, guys." And everyone basically started howling in laughter, but in total, unanimous agreement lolol. 

Working on a Guillermo Del Toro Set

The moderator pointed out that there’s usually not much CGI or anything of that nature. “These are practical sets with practical effects.”

Octavia stated that Guillermo “has a beautiful eye for detail, and the beauty you saw was what we felt.” When the pair met up for the first time to talk about the film, they bonded over their mutual love for antiques. 

Octavia noted that the sets were” elaborate, but in a real person sort of way, very practical, in a way that you wanted to purchase things from it." 

Michael noted: “Everything were there. Every track on the floor, no green screen at all. So instead of having something conjured in your mind of what you think something is about, you had it right in front of you. It’s very immediate and extraordinary. It was really quite extraordinary."

Octavia Spencer on Zelda Fuller’s Characterization 

Octavia stated that she's played several characters like Zelda in this era (1950s-1960s), but The Shape of Water was the first time where she felt that she played a character with agency. 

She noted: "You know that I'm a black woman, and the history of our country in 1962, but Guillermo made it so I didn't have to play in those circumstances, and made it so I got to act as a regular woman who finally felt contemporary. I'm in a relationship that I don't feel appreciated in, and that's literally all I talk about.”

However, Octavia noted that her role as Zelda actally felt empowering and “I know that sounds crazy, but it did. But it did feel empowering for the first time where I didn't have to play my gender or my circumstances of my ethnicity in this particular role.” 

Guillermo interjected at this point that these racial and gender dynamics do come into play with the tense confrontation scenes between Michael Shannon and Octavia Spencer’s characters (Zelda and Strickland) in the laboratory bathroom and later in Zelda’s house. 

For Strickland and Zelda, in terms of black-and-white morality, Guillermo noted that they’re basically on complete opposite sides of the spectrum, and everyone else polarizes around this spectrum. Everyone changes around Strickland, and this was what Guillermo felt made him a particularly interesting character. He then joked that the scene featuring Strickland's meeting with General Hoyt is comparable to meetings he’s previously had with Hollywood studio executives early on in his career.

Michael Stuhlbarg on Dr. Robert Hoffstelter’s Characterization

The moderator pointed out that the second most compassionate character in the movie is probably Dr. Hoffstelter, a Russian agent and Soviet spy in the Cold War. He then asked Michael about what initial conversations he had with Guillermo about Hoffstelter. He responded that Guillermo is “one of the most remarkable, whirlwind aritsts that I’ve ever met.” 

Michael noted that at the first day of shooting, Guillermo handed him, and most of the main cast, these “three to four page biographies about our characters. About how Hoffstelter was, what he'd been through to get him to that point in the start of the movie, what books he read, what food he loved, what food he had to learn to love in America, and so on. It was astounding and you can tell really how much Guillermo loved these characters to the core.”

Michael did his best to use as much of this character biography template as he could in the film, and Guillermo then interjected to reference the scene where Hoffstelter is ironing his own pants as an example. 

Guillermo also encouraged Stuhlbarg to draw a lot on-set, and the drawings that you see of the Asset/Amphibian Man in the film are actually Stuhlbarg's own drawings that were used. 

The Main Cast on Working with Sally Hawkins as a Scene Partner 

Jones noted that “not having a verbal language was a challenge and a beauty all at the same time,” since “words can be so polluted but a touch or a look of an eye isn't. It's very pure, honest, and true." His mime background was one he found particularly helpful for this film. 

For the dance number scene he had with Hawkins, Jones admitted that he’s not much of a dancer and he and Hawkins had only three weeks to prepare. Jones claimed that he was "Ginger Rogers, but with flippers," whereas Hawkins was meant to channel Fred Astaire. 

But working with Sally was a delight, since “her soul is right here for you,” and the main cast had already built a strong mutual trust and bond by the time filming started. 

Octavia described Sally as “painfully shy,” but once you get to know her, “she’s the funniest person and has a beautiful sense of humor. She’s one of the biggest artistic talents that I know.”

Octavia noted that along with Sally, pretty much with the main cast, “we all had to fall in love with one another, since you can't fake chemistry. What you see between all of us is real. A bond that happened naturally.” Octavia admitted that she feels very fortunate that “we are still this way to each other, even after shooting finished.” 

In Octavia’s case, she and Sally really bonded when they took sign language classes together prior to filming, and that’s how they got to really know each other.

Guillermo Del Toro on Sally Hawkin’s Characterization of Elisa Esposito 

It was revealed that Guillermo asked Sally to watch silent films to help prepare for the role of Elisa Esposito, particularly Charlie Chapman and Buster Keaton films. When drafting the film, Guillermo knew for certain that he wanted Elisa to have a monologue and dance number. 

Michael praised Sally’s talent for improvisation, citing the scenes where Elisa is mopping around, since “you know everything about Elisa, even when her back is turned.” 

Guillermo particularly praised Sally during the powerful scene where Elisa initially enlists Richard Jenkins’ character (Giles)’s help to rescue the Asset/Amphibian Man. Essentially there is a “triple monologue” going on, where you see the words pretty much written over Elisa’s face, then you have the physical action of her signing the words to Richard, and then the epiphany seen on Richard’s face when he repeats Elisa’s words verbally for the audience. 

The Most Compelling Part of the Story 

The one audience question that was asked was in regards to the most compelling part of the movie for each panelist. 

Michael Stuhlbarg stated that from the POV of his character, he noted that Hoffstelter “was a scientist first,” and subsequently had some divided loyalties that he really grapples with throughout the film. The character note from Guillermo that stuck out to Michael the most was that Hoffstelter was a character that wanted to die back home in Russia, not the US. 

Michael was also just dazzled by the combination of different styles/genres in which Guillermo masterfully fuses magical realism, romance, and Cold War-style espionage thriller elements together, along with a homage to Old Hollywood musicals. 

Octavia Spencer once again reiterated that the most compelling part of the film was being able to play a woman that had agency for the first time in this particular era. But when she also first met with Guillermo to talk about the film, she knew that “it was going to be a beautiful picture from the first page with Eliza sleeping underwater,” and she was very eager to see how Guillermo would execute this on-screen.

Octavia also called herself a “hopeless romantic” and “say what you will about the film,” but she loved the fact that Guillermo is saying that there’s still someone out there for everyone, with the romance at the very heart of the storyline. 

Doug Jones loved the classic message of the underdog wins in the end with unsuspecting triumph. He particularly related to his character, the Asset/Amphibian Man, because there were times growing up as a gawky, long-limbed teenager where he felt like the “monster” in the room, and “is love out there for me?” was a question that he always asked himself. So, the message of “finding the beauty of the monster within you,” was one that was compelling to him. 

Guillermo Del Toro had a sweet moment where he admitted that the most compelling part was that ‘you guys [the audience] showed up.” 

Guillermo said that filmmakers often have to trust their instincts and one of the most valuable pieces of advice he got once from a former screenwriting teacher was: “Don’t make the movies you need, make the movies that need you to exist.” 

Followed by a sobering moment where Guillermo confessed that as a filmmaker: “it’ll take three to four years of your life and you end up sacrificing a lot of your social and family life for an IMBd entry or a single slot on Netflix. So, making a movie is like “being part of an accident in slow motion,” in which filmmakers are never entirely sure about audience reception. But seeing the full house and the generous reception that he got after the opening night screening is what basically makes all the personal sacrifices, time, and effort all worth it in the end for Guillermo as a filmmaker. 

[lefaystrent]

Nursing Home au

Patton works at the nursing home as a registered nurse, because the man truly cares for people.

He oversees the activities of the rest of the nursing staff, and he’s always keeping them in high spirits.

There’s a vacancy for a nursing aide. Who could possibly fill that position?

It’s Virgil.

At first, Patton honestly doesn’t think Virgil should have been hired there.

Patton had seen Virgil during the hiring process, and his personality didn’t seem like a … good fit. Too closed-off and kinda gruff, and probably not a good bedside manner, right?

Plus there was that criminal record to consider …

But the nursing home administrator hires him anyway, and Virgil joins the staff.

Patton keeps a close eye on Virgil.

Yes he feels guilty, but even Patton isn’t free from prejudices.

Virgil goes about his work very meticulously.

He arrives five minutes early every day, without fail.

He never complains about the tasks he’s been given, just quietly accepts them in a way that makes Patton and the others wonder what he’s really thinking.

He doesn’t talk casually with the other staff much, giving short answers whenever prompted.

Patton worries about the staff’s morale as a team.

Surprisingly, he starts hearing a lot of praise about Virgil. Not from the other staff members, but from the patients themselves.

One of them, a man named Roman, sounds like he’s complaining about him.

“And then he started criticizing my favorite movies!”

“I’m so sorry sir, I’ll talk to him about that.”

“What are you talking about? Kid had some good points. I like him.”

Patton starts subtly bringing up Virgil in conversations while visiting with the patients. For some, he doesn’t even have to warm up to the subject. They stop him in the hallway.

“Patton hun, you know that new boy with the eye-makeup?”

“Yes ma’am, that would be Virgil.”

“He’s so sweet. He helped me with my phone, it’s one of those smart ones? It wasn’t working right, and he fixed it. He’s a smart boy.”

The biggest sign is when one patient—Logan Crofters, who’s a notorious nitpicker—actually voices his approval of Virgil.

“He’s not an idiot,” is all Logan says on the matter, which coming from him, it’s high praise.

Patton doesn’t really understand yet why the patients have taken such a liking to him, but he endeavors to try harder to see who Virgil really is. Mostly he’s glad that his first impression seems to be wrong.

Virgil, for his part, doesn’t understand why the patients like him either.

He just knows that they do.

One of them goes out of their way to call him over to ask for his opinion on what color scarf to knit for their granddaughter.

Another one makes a point to introduce him to their visiting family.

Lots of them seem to like to talk his ear off in general and give him life advice.

Virgil doesn’t really mind it. He’s not used to people wanting to talk to him so much, and to be honest he could use some of the advice.

And the stories they have to share are kinda wild.

He likes bantering with the one old dude, Roman.

“I’ll have you know I’ve killed many a dragon witch in my day.”

“Was this before or after you went senile?”

“Brat.”

“Old fart.”

And then there’s Logan, the elderly man in a wheelchair. He’s probably the smartest man Virgil has ever talked to.

“You’d be surprised how many people assume I’m stupid.”

“You’re in a wheelchair, not braindead dude.”

“Yes, but I am old and crippled, and many people cannot separate physical inadequacy from mentality.”

“Well most people are idiots.”

Logan shows off his dentures in a rare grin.

After those two, there’s Remus.

Even the other staff members warn Virgil in advance about him.

It takes Virgil a month into working there to realize that he’s Roman’s brother.

It really should have been obvious.

“Virgil, where would you bury a body?”

“Why bury it when you can just burn it? Or feed it to some pigs; they’ll eat anything.”

“… oh, I like you.”

Okay, not so obvious, because Remus is a crazy old coot. But he’s got a lot of ideas and grand stories like Roman, only darker themed.

Virgil is convinced Remus is fucking with him to get a reaction out of him.

“He only says all that to get a rise out of you,” Logan confirms.

Challenge accepted.

Virgil continues being a bomb ass nurse.

He’s always super self conscious around his superior, Patton.

He knows Patton is wary of him and Virgil is terrified of messing up in front of him.

Or messing up in general. Poor babe really is too hard on himself.

Even the patients worry about him from time to time.

“You getting enough sleep at night, son? Ya got bags under your eyes!”

“That’s makeup, sir. You know that’s my makeup.”

“Hahaha, but it was funny, right? But seriously, are you sleeping enough?”

And Virgil can’t count how many times they’ve thrown food at him.

“You’re too skinny. You need to eat more.”

“I already eat a lot. I’ve got a high metabolism.”

“Is that one of those social media sites?”

“Roman, if you don’t stop acting stupid—”

“Kidding! I have an Instagram after all. Which you should totally follow me, by the way.”

It’s like suddenly being adopted and Virgil is now the grandson to many old folk.

He’s not even surprised when someone tries to set him up with one of their grandchildren.

What does surprise him is that it’s Logan.

“You should meet my grandson, Remy. Judging from what I’ve observed of your personality, you two would be compatible.”

“Huh, that’s funny, Roman’s got a grandson named Remy too.”

“Yes, Remy is both our grandson.”

“Wait, what?”

“We used to be married, Roman and I. Didn’t you know he was my ex-husband?”

Somehow Virgil has missed that.

But he is so going to grill them for details, because Roman with Logan?

Roman jumps on board when Virgil brings it up.

“Yes! Remy! You would be perfect for him! I can’t believe I didn’t think of it first!”

Virgil laughs it off because they can’t be serious.

Of course, they’re very serious.

Virgil is doing his rounds when he walks into Roman’s room and a guy not too far off from his own age standing there in a leather jacket and shades.

“Oh, you are cute,” the guy says in a way that lets Virgil know that he’s clearly heard about Virgil before.

Roman is exceedingly proud.

Virgil officially meets Remy, the grandson.

It’s awkward.

By the end of it, Virgil apparently has a date after work that he swears he doesn’t remember agreeing to.

Remy’s waiting for him in the lobby.

“You ready for the night of your life, babe?”

“…”

“Wait, you’re walking the opposite direction. Come back.”

Virgil goes out to eat with Remy.

Remy actually apologizes for his grandfathers.

“They’re cool old gay dudes, but they can be really pushy. They’ve been complaining about me being single for like yeaaars. Um, maybe I like being single?”

“Do you?”

“Okay, a bitch is lonely, but gurl, I can find a man or whoever on my own, amirite?”

“Why’d you agree to this then?”

“’Cause you really are cute and seem cool. Plus can we just talk about your aesthetic for a sec? What products do you use on your hair? The purple dye is perf.”

It’s not really a date.

But Virgil might have made a friend out of it, at least.

Virgil finds himself talking about it the next day with Patton.

It just sort of happens.

“They set me up with their grandson.”

“Oh Remy? You’ve met him?”

“Yeah…”

“Well? How’d it go?”

“Uh … I’m not sure? Like, I’m pretty sure we established it wasn’t really a date. But I think we might …”

“Might what?”

“Be … friends?”

“That’s nice, Virgil,” Patton says in a way that Virgil can tell he means it.

Virgil shrugs. “Yeah, I don’t know what I’m gonna tell his granddads though. Their gonna jump on me as soon as they see me. God old people love to gossip more than teenagers.”

“Just try to let them down easy, okay? They really adore Remy and just want him to be happy.”

It’s the first conversation Virgil has with him that doesn’t make him nervous.

The days go by and Virgil is starting to feel like he’s really settling in.

He still doesn’t understand why the patients like him so much.

Not until Patton finally sheds some insight.

It’s a busy enough day, and then Remus has one of his episodes.

He’s screaming and the other staff members who are more experienced with dealing with him are trying to settle him down.

Virgil hears the commotion from down the hall and comes running into the day room where all the patients gather and visit or watch tv.

“He gets like this sometimes,” Logan tells him. Roman sits silently beside him holding his hand, lips pressed in a thin white line and eyes not looking away from the chaotic scene.

Remus is throwing things at the nurses, yelling something about how the lights are trying to eat him.

“It’s best to stay back, Virgil,” Logan tells him.

Virgil doesn’t listen.

He goes and turns off the lights.

There’s still enough sunlight filtering in through the windows, enough to see. But everyone looks around.

Virgil pushes through the other staff.

He nudges Patton aside who had been attempting to console him.

Patton wants to pull him back. Remus is in a vulnerable state of mind right now and it could be bad for either of them.

But Virgil leans in and starts talking in a low voice to Remus.

And … it’s working.

Remus’s screams taper off.

He doesn’t look any less confused or scared. Just subdued.

“I want to go,” he says, eyes looking through everyone there. “Want to go back to my room now. Want to go back.”

“Okay, we can go, Remus. Let’s go,” Virgil says and guides him out.

It’s a slow process, but they make it to his room, Patton hovering close the entire way.

They give Remus a mild sedative to help him relax.

When Virgil walks out of the room, Roman is standing there.

He doesn’t say anything to Virgil, but he claps a hand on his shoulder.

There’s gratitude glistening in his eyes.

Roman goes into the room.

Virgil leaves for the break room. He’s definitely earned a break.

Plus his hands are kind of shaking, but shhhhh, don’t tell anyone.

After a long time, Patton comes into the room.

He sits at the table with Virgil.

“He’ll be fine,” Patton assures him.

“I didn’t say I was worried for him.”

Patton smiles and shakes his head.

“They all love you, you know?” he surprises Virgil by saying. “The patients. You do a lot of good by them.”

Virgil shrugs. “I don’t see why. I’m just me. Just doing my job. Nothing special.”

“You treat them like people.”

Patton leans closer over the table. Virgil doesn’t look away.

“You listen to them. And you talk to them, like they’re people. And for them, these people who have lost a lot of their independence and are often left forgotten here by even their own families—that’s worth a lot.”

Virgil doesn’t know if he believes all that.

But it’s a nice thought.

[day-writingdaydreams]

You Will Be Found - Chapt. 1 Anybody Have A Map?

A big Thank You to @khanofallorcs for being a wonderful Beta, and to @noirequin for creating the Spin the Record Challenge

Can also be read on AO3

🎵“And the scary truth is I’m flying blind, and I’m making this up as I go!”🎵

“Marinette, are you okay?”

Marinette turned slightly from her position, leaning on the railing of her balcony, looking out at the world to see the little red and black spotted being who had asked her the question.

“Yeah, Tikki,” she said in a quiet, almost sad voice. “I just… woke up an hour ago and couldn’t fall back asleep. So I decided to come up here to do some thinking.”

Tikki flew over to her chosen, a concerned look crossing her tiny little face as she faced her. “What seems to be troubling you?”

The dark-haired girl blew out a raspberry, ruffling her fringe. “The question should be what isn’t troubling me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” she trailed off, the beginnings of being overwhelmed evident on her face

“Can we try to have an optimistic outlook?” The Kwami of Creation interrupted her holder, knocking her out of the downward spiral for the moment. “Can we buck up just enough to see the world won't fall apart? Maybe this day we decide we’re not giving up before we’ve tried? Today, let's make a new start.” Tikki said as she gave Marinette’s cheek a nuzzle.

A sudden noise interrupted them, making the two glance in the direction from whence it came. Noticing it was her phone with a notification, the designer picked it up to see that Alya had texted her.

“I wonder what Alya wants this early,” Marinette said with a sidelong glance to her Kwami. Tikki gave her a shrug, just as confused as the girl sitting beside her.

Ladyblogger: hey gurl wat up?

                      R u excited about 2day’s project?

MDCDesigns: Yas!

                        I can’t wait 2 c who I’m partnered with!

Ladyblogger: Whoa!

                      Ur awake!

                      Wait, y r u awake?

MDCDesigns: Couldn’t sleep.

Ladyblogger: That sux    

                      So…

                      Who do u think ur partner is gonna b?

MDCDesigns: idk

                       But I hope its not Chloe

                       Or Lila

Ladyblogger: y not Lila?

MDCDesigns: sorry Als,

                       No offense

                       but...

                       I don’t trust her on a project this big

Ladyblogger: gurl.

                      I don’t know what ur issue is wit Lila

                     but u need to stop being jelly of her

“How did this get turned into me being jealous of her?” Marinette asked out loud, turning to face the little red embodiment of Creation with wide eyes.

Turning back to her text conversation, the dark-haired girl furrowed her brows as she tried to get her point across to her supposed “best friend”.

“Another stellar conversation for the scrapbook,” the dark haired girl quoted with a sigh as she began typing again.

MDCDesigns: I am NOT jealous of her, Als!

                       I just don’t trust her.

Ladyblogger: so you say gurl

                      I’ll see u in class

“Another stumble as I’m reaching for the right thing to say,” she muttered quietly with a shake of her head, dismayed at the direction the conversation had taken. “I’m kinda coming up empty, can't find my way to you...”

MDCDesigns: yeah...see u

With a sigh, Marinette exited the text messaging program, checked the time, and slipped her phone into her handbag. It was still pretty early for her to head to school, but she figured that there was a first time for everything.

“It's a ‘Dear Evan Hansen’ kind of day, isn’t it, Marinette,” Tikki commented as she phased into the bag, giving her holder a sympathetic look as she did.

“Oh, Tikki,” the designer said with a humorless chuckle, pinching the bridge of her nose as she headed towards her trap door. “It most certainly is!”

Her parents were surprised to see their perpetually late daughter up and about so early.

”Marinette,” her mom called out before the girl could make her escape. ”We’re going to need you to help out after school today. A big order came in that your father and I need your help to take care of for tonight.”

The dark-haired girl stifled a grimace. She normally didn't mind helping out in the bakery, but today wasn't exactly a normal day.

”I would, Maman, but I'm being assigned a big group project at school today, and I'm not sure when the due date is yet,” Marinette said tactfully.

”I know that your schoolwork comes first, dear,” Sabine countered gracefully as her husband lumbered over to join the pair. ”However, we really could use your help. It would only be for about an hour, give or take.”

It was the give or take that worried her.

Resigned to her fate, Marinette bowed her head dejectedly and mumbled, ”Yes, Maman.”

”Thank you. You're a good girl, Marinette, ” said her father, patting her on the back before heading back to the ovens.

Grabbing a croissant and a to-go cup of coffee, Marinette left her parents with a kiss to their cheeks and a wave before starting her daily walk to school.

As she started up the stairs at the school’s entrance, she was met with the one person who would sour her day.

Lila.

“Well, if it isn’t Mari-brat,” the Italian vixen sneered.

“What do you want, Lie-la?” Marinette asked as she continued up the front steps, keeping her eyes to the front.

“What I want is for you to go down in flames,” the brunette said in a sing-song voice as she walked beside the secret heroine. “Are you ready to give up yet?”

At the top of the stairs, the designer spun to face her nemesis, blue eyes flashing like lightning. “Let me tell you something,” she growled. “I do not make deals with liars, and I never give up easily.”

“Oh,” the fake fox said coyly, “but you will. I’ve already won, you know. You just haven’t realized it yet.”

With a flick of her brown locks, Lila sauntered away, ready to claim her next victim.

Marinette glared after her, wishing with all of her might that the bitch would finally get caught up in her web of lies. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

“Another masterful attempt ends with disaster,” she muttered, bringing a hand to her face to give it a slight rub. “Pour another cup of coffee and watch it all crash and burn,” she continued as she headed to the locker room, ready to just get the day over with.

Opening the door and finding the room empty, the designer kept singing under her breath as she reached her locker and gathered her belongings for the day. “It’s a puzzle, it's a maze. I tried to steer through it a million ways, but each day’s another wrong turn,” she took another deep breath as she closed the locker door. The secret heroine felt her Kwami pat her through her purse on her hip in reassurance.

“Does anybody have a map, anybody maybe happen to know how the hell to do this? I don’t know if you can tell, but this is me just pretending to know,” Marinette sang slightly louder, looking around as she left the locker room and crossed the courtyard, confident now that no one was paying attention to her. “So where’s the map? I need a clue, ‘cause the scary truth is I’m flying blind… I’m flying blind... I’m flying blind, and I’m making this up as I go...”

Reaching her classroom, Marinette discovered it to be empty. 'Just as well,' she thought, setting her bags down and pulling out her tablet, sketchbook, phone, and earbuds. ‘It's bound to be a long day.'

Feeling inspired, she sat down and opened up her sketchbook to an empty page. She then pulled up the ‘Dear Evan Hansen’ soundtrack on her phone, plugged in her earbuds, and set to work.

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Spooky Scary Wedding

Summery: Virgil and Remus get paired for a project where they have to plan their wedding. Fluff, weirdness, bonding, and pining ensues.  

Ships: Dukexiety

Warning: misunderstandings, innuendoes, extreme flirting  

-let me know if I need to add more warnings-

(This was requested by @sanderssstuff, I hope it lives up to your expectations!)

*here is the SlideShow that Virgil and Remus made, as an apology for getting it out so late 😅 file:///C:/Users/megan/Downloads/Halloween%20Wedding%20(1).pdf *

—-

It was 8th period Human Development, and the class was eagerly awaiting instructions for the newest project.

“Alright everyone! Who is ready to start the next project?” Mr. Critic asked. Everyone let off various noises of confirmation, because while Mr. Critic was the hardest grading teacher, he also puts together THE BEST projects.

“For this project, I have grouped everyone up into pairs, and those pairs will decide on if they want to make a presentation and slideshow about their wedding, their first kid, or starting a business. Does everyone understand?”

Once everybody nodded, Mr. Critic started naming off teams.

“Remy and Emile.”

“Janus and Patton.”

“Virgil and Remus.”

After that point, both Virgil and Remus stopped listening and stared at eachother. They had been friend for forever, but both wanted to be more, and both was afraid that it would ruin their friendship.

“Alright everyone, get with your partner and pick what you want your project to be about.”

Remus walked over at sat beside Virgil. “Hey favorite emo, what are you thinking?”

Virgil looked at Remus and laughed. “Well, we are certainly not doing ‘first kid’. You would give it a knife and I would end up shooting you from all the anxiety.”

Remus grinned. “I don’t know about you, but I think starting a business could be fun. We could start a Crematorium!”

“Ok, so we aren’t doing business either.” Remus busted out laughing at Virgil’s words, then got a flirty look on his face.

“Looks like their is only one option left.” Remus got down on one knee, grabbed Virgil’s hand, and opened his mouth.

“Hey Remus, wanna marry me?”

Remus sputtered. “You stole my thunder!”

“Yes I did.” Virgil smirked. “So ya want to get hitched or not?”

The bell rang, and Virgil stood up, grabbed his bag, and looked at Remus expectantly.

Remus got up and made a show of looking Virgil up and down.

“Ehh, I guess so. Your hot enough for me to get stuck with.” Virgil blushed and punched Remus in the arm. Remus laughed, and just laughed harder after Virgil turned told Mr. Critic “I’m marrying that asshole.”

Virgil flipped Remus off and speed walked towards his locker. Remus ran up and caught up to him. Remus grabbed Virgil’s elbow when he reached for his lock.

“Come on babycakes, let me come over so we can work on our wedding, pwetty pwease!” Remus gave his biggest puppy eyes, and Virgil just sighed.

“I’m not allowing you to hang out with Patton anymore. Fine, but your driving.” Remus whopped, and grabbed Virgil’s notebooks out of his hands.

“Lets go hot stuff! The sooner we plan the wedding the sooner we go on the honeymoon!”

Remus dragged blustering Virgil to his car. Virgil huffed, and buckled up. “If I die from your crazy driving, I will haunt your ass.”

“Wow Virgil, you mention my ass a lot, I think you like it.”

Virgil punched Remus again, and Remus just smirked and revved his car engine.

Once they made it to Virgil’s house, they plopped onto the couch and Virgil fires up his computer while Remus makes lewd doodles on his notepad.

“Alright Remus, first things first, what do we want for the theme? Like, colors or day specifically.”

“Green! Ooo! It should be on Saint Patrick’s day!”

Virgil shook his head. “That sounds like an awful idea, and this is a school project, so I don’t think you can put booze in the ‘why’ category.”

Remus makes a pouty face that makes Virgil’s insides feel butterflies. “Aww, but Vergy, I wanted a green wedding!”

Virgil rolled his eyes, but looked at the computer screen thoughtfully.  “What if we kept the green? I thing green would go well with purple, and it- WAIT!” Virgil screamed, and Remus fell off the couch.

“Damn it V! What?”

“Halloween! We could have a Halloween wedding! It would cover the day, the color scheme, and the theme.”

Remus grins and plops himself right behind Virgil. “That sounds awesome, my dark and brooding emo! It fits both of our aesthetics perfectly! Great job.”

Virgil beamed and leaned back against Remus’s legs. Remus played with Virgil’s hair while they worked out the finer details.

They decided that it would be a costume wedding, and that they would walk down the isle together to the tune of ‘Spooky Scary Skeleton’. Remus wanted it gory, but Virgil wanted it more traditional.

Luckily, they found a wondrous combination that suited both of them.

Once they got a good majority of the planning done, they called it a night and Remus headed home.

Once he got into his room, Remus called his best friend Janus and told him EVERYTHING!

“You’ll never guess it JanJan! V asked me to marry him! We are having a Halloween wedding and are walking down the isle to the song ‘Spooky Scary Skeletons’!”

“... The livingtrombstone Remix?”

“Of course! It’s a costume wedding and I want you to be my best man!”

Janus looked at his phone, and smirked. Virgil has been texting him for the last 15 minutes about the wedding project, and just basically gushing.

‘Whelp, time to play matchmaker.’

“Oh my Remus, I would simply *hate* to be in your wedding. Do you think Virgil would approve?”

“Of course! You are his favorite cousin, also, if you’ve liked him for as long as I have you know exactly how to get him to him to blush, which I would have no problem doing if he needed a bit of convincing. His blush is the cutest thing ever, and I would drop it if he truly didn’t want to.”

Janus smiled. “That sounds ‘dreadful!’ I can’t wait!”

-_-_-_-

Meanwhile, with Virgil, he was on the phone with Remy, and talking up a storm.

“But Rem, you don’t understand! He was flirting with me! Like, legit flirting! He even called me hot!”

Remy rolled his eyes and smirked.

“I know you can’t see me, but I’m rolling my eyes at you. Babes, of course he flirts with you and calls you hot! Have you looked in a mirror? He’d be dumb and blind not to.”

Virgil grins and shakes his head. “Remy, I do think your opinion is biased, you think anyone who has ever bought you Starbucks is drop dead gorgeous. Besides, Remus has been my friend for forever. I highly doubt that he would just now be interested in me.”

Remy has to take a moment and stare at his phone.

‘Wow. That oblivious dumbass. Whelp, guess I’m going to have to prove a point. Ooo! I can finally get revenge for Virgil setting Emile and I up, when he knew that I was about to ask him out! Eventually...’

“Alright, well sorry babes, but you’re gonna have to tell me more tomorrow. Emile is calling me.”

“Kay, by Rem.”

“By V!”

‘He doesn’t suspect a thing. This should be fun!’

-_-_-_-

The next day, the school bell had just rang for lunch, and Remy and Virgil were standing in front of Virgil’s locker.

“Gurl, why don’t you ever introduce me to your crushes? You’ve liked this guy for years! The least you could do is point him out.”

Virgil rolls his eyes and shuts his locker. “How about this. If he ever introduces himself without me pointing him out, you can say whatever you want to him!”

Remy smirks and shakes Virgil’s hand. Because unbeknownst to Virgil, Janus texted Remy a picture of Remus last night, and told Remus to go to Virgil’s locker at lunch time.

‘Well, speak of the devil!’

Remus walks towards Virgil, and Virgil turns around and instantly looks terrified. Remy smirks and looks at Remus.

“Hi babes, I’m Remy, Virgil best bitch. Who are you?”

“I’m Remus, Virgil’s soon to be husband.”

Virgil makes a choking noise and Remy does a dramatic gasp.

“Ooo, Remus? You can’t be the same Remus that Virgil said was his partner and hopeless crush. He has been talking my ear off about all that pining. But that has to be someone else, huh hun?”

At this point, Virgil is on number 7 of the intricately detailed murder plots for Remy that he has come up with in the three minute span that Remy has been talking. He is giving Remy his best death glare, and pointedly ignoring Remus’s gaze.

Remy notices Virgil’s stare, and goes, “Oop, there’s Emile, see you later Vergy.”with a wink.

Remy ran off, and then Virgil was forced to face Remus. Virgil stares in mute horror, and Remus has the biggest shit eating grin ever. He places a hand right next to Virgil’s head on the lockers, then leans in.

“What’s that supposed to be about, baby?”

Virgil.exe has stopped working.

Virgil is blushing so hard that he looks like a strawberry. Remus has not moved, so Virgil does the only thing that comes to his mind.

He shoves Remus and RUNS.

Instead of upsetting Virgil more, Remus runs to find Janus and tell him everything.

-_-_-_-

On the day of the presentation, Virgil ignored Remus all day. Once he made it into the classroom, he set up the slideshow on his computer and smiled at Remus’s outfit.

Part of their presentation was having to do at least one physical demonstration. They had decided to wear their wedding costumes, so Remus was dressed as Beetlejuice and Virgil dressed as Jack Skellington.

Once it was their turn, Virgil hooked up his computer and started the slide show. Everything was going fine until he reached the part that was supposed to be the proposal details.

Instead of showing the picture that they had taken, it was a black screen with the words ‘TURN AROUND’ written in what looked like blood. Virgil whirled around to yell at Remus for changing the slide show, but his voice died.

Remus is on one knee, holding a bouquet of dead black roses takes Virgil’s hand.

“Virgil Angst Skellington, will you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?”

Virgil is shocked. Unable to form words, Virgil starts crying.

Remus sees the tears and immediately thinks that they are tears of embarrassment. He sets the roses down and stands up, looking dejected.

“Shit! I’m sorry V, I should have asked beforehand. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, I just have liked you since you first hissed at our middle school math teacher when he told you that being gay was wrong. Over the years I have really grown a lot closer to you and have just fallen for you even more. And when Remy said that you liked me yesterday, I thought that I had a chance.”

Virgil puts a finger to Remus’s lips, and Remus looks up. Virgil, who has whipped his tears away, levels Remus a look.

“Remus, I mean this in the nicest way possible, please shut the fuck up.”

Remus looked like his heart shattered. Virgil smirks, pulls Remus closer by his tie, and kisses him in fount of the whole class.

“Yes you dumbass, I would love to be your boyfriend”

Remus smiled and spun Virgil around in burst of joy.

Remy shouts “Yas Bitch!”

The entire class cheers, even Mr. Critic was clapping.

Virgil hides his face in Remus’s neck and Remus just flips them all off while smiling.

They were able to get through the rest of the presentation and class without issue. After class they went and got ice cream with Virgil holding a bouquet of dead black roses and Remus holding Virgil’s hand.

They ended up making the highest grade on the project, and actually used a few of the ideas from their high school projects on their actual wedding.

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Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Kanene’s note: Okay, I’m- aaaaa

I’m very proud of this one because it’s a little different of what I use to write and it was cool to try a new something. I didn’t even wrote the laughter because I was writing this next to my family and I didn’t wanted any of them asking why my characters were laughing so much xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Switch!Émile and Switch!Remy (It is def romantic. They are married and very gay and there is a lot of kisses in it-)

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 2700 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* Just two silly and very mean boyos being two silly, teasy and ticklish boyos. xDD

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, take a good rest, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

                                [~*~]

- Émile ~

 He didn’t know from where this came from. In a second they were on the couch, smiling and watching Steven Universe, and in the other a cold shiver ran across his body, making him turn to his husband, just in the exact moment to see he taking off his sunglasses, locking his glare on him with those sweet, dangerously warm eyes and grin. Just like that. It took a heartbeat before Émile realized what was about to happen, a wobbly smile beginning to control his features as he felt himself almost paralyzed, Remy starting to tap his fingers on the lenses of his own glasses, his malefic smirk never fading.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 They stared each other, Émile’s gaze finally changing to his fingers, another round of goose bumps spreading across his spine, the adrenaline taking over his veins and giving him the enough strength to dash in full speed through the hall.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Which leaded the poor, almost giggling, adult to his current state: hiding behind his room’s door and wishing with all his will power that this plan would really worked as well as it had when he watched in the cartoons.

 (He tried to ignore the voice in his mind reminding him how all that chases usually ended up in the end, the thought only being enough to heat his face.)

 - Émile ~ - It was in days like this that one wearing glasses could swear that Remy was a witch. Because there wasn’t any other realistic, rational and plausible explanation about how much the giggles trapped in his throat got louder, bouncier and even more difficult to control just with the slight sound of his voice, obligating their owner to press his hand further around his mouth, lightly biting the tip of his tongue. – You had better hide well, because you know what is gonna to happen when I find you, don’t you?

 Émile shook his head, his back forcing itself on the cold wall.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 - Oh, gurl, maybe you don’t even remember anymore… Now, we can’t fusion like this, can we? Let’s me remind you, then. ~ - The chased hold a pouty whine when heard these words, already feeling the beginning of a blush spread in his neck. Remy knew very well how teases could be as unbearable and unnerving as the tic… I mean, The Thing. – First, I will carry you aaaaall the way back to the couch and maybe my fingers will slip in tweaks and squeezes all over your hips, who really knows, ya know? But you better don’t squirm that much, because then I will have no escape but be obligated to bring my other hand to better hold you and just hope that this one is not more slippy then the first, right?

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 - And then: The couch. Nothing different will happen there, really. I will just lay down with my extremely ticklish, helpless husband to take a nap, and, if my glorious lips will be random blessing your incredibly sensitive neck with a lot of Goodnight Kisses and my hands will keep lightly scratching, squeezing and poking all the length of your sides, sometimes even giving a little attention to your hips, because no way in hell I will be sleeping in a hard pillow, it’s none of your business, giggly boi. – Émile couldn’t help nor stop the pitched squeal that escaped from his mouth, eyes widening and breathing immediately stopping, the others giggles also begging to escape. - Oh, and, by the way, better keep your mouth very shushed while this. We don’t want the Tickler Master waking up, am I right?

 Silence.

 Remy’s nonchalant tune still full filling the air, which didn’t carried the sound of his steps anymore. The cartoon lover knew there was no way for him to save himself and, in a surrender act, just let his high, excited giggles run happily across the room hiding his face in flames behind his tremble hands. Seconds later, he heard the sound of his door being closed and his hide spot exposed.

 - But we both know that you just can’t contain yourself, my so poor, so defenseless lee. – Émile playfully screamed as he was lifted up in the air, quickly being carried in bridal style. He opened his eyes enough to see Remy in a bat of eyes deviating his glare from his form, the tender smile taking pieces of seconds before changing to an evil grin, fingers suddenly tweaking his kneecaps and hips, leading the carried to jump, a squeal signaling the flow of giggles that followed it.

 - Please, Remy, please!! – Each new squeeze was a snort interrupting his words, making him try to start again only to get the same result and repeat the cycle all over, resulting in a more helpless babbling than anything else. The said stopped, adjusting his hold in order to sneak his thumb in that damn spot right between his shoulder blades, switching between kneading and prodding while leading to an even more no-understandable sentence. - No there, no there, no there!!! Pleasepleaseplease-

 - Huh? Whatcha you are trying to say, hun? That I’m the most handsome husband in the entire world? That you are so sensitive that only a few squeezing and prodding are enough to transform you in a blushy, laughing mess? – The one being held felt his laughter increasing, the words spreading tingles in all his others ticklish spots, even the ones which weren’t being attacked. He shakes head, denying. – Is that you love all these teases and specially when I tickle tickle tickle you? Huh? Use your words, babe.

  – Nonononono! – Émile arched his back just to find another attack to his hips, bucking the said as Remy buzzed his fingers in the exact point where his sides and hips connected, and generating loud crackling as response. – You a- nah! You are mean mean mean!! – His arms danced to a place to another, too much occupied with the crazy sensation to really focus in stopping it, Remy increasing his efforts in order to make the snorts start to bloom amongst his laughter and squeals, no needing too much to succeed. – Remy!!!

 - Yes, gurl? Geez, you should love my name. It seems like you can’t even spent a whole real minute without saying it! – His tune was still nonchalant. However, he leaned down for a heartbeat in order to steal a peck from his beauty, giggly and cute as fuck, husband, who obtained a new shade of red creeping down his neck. Nooooice. – Anyway, what did you wanna tell me? Be quick, I still having a lot of places to knead, scratch, scribble, wriggle… This whole ‘Tickle your extremely ticklish husband, like, really, reeeeeally ticklish, like seriously, this guy is a whole tickle spot himself, a alive version of Tickle Me Elmo, and, when he became a helpless mess just tease him more and more until the big, rational, Émile Picani turns in just a poor, so poor, blushy lee.

 - REMY!!

 - What? Can’t handle the truth? Boo-hoo, then.

 Émile didn’t answered, unless you considered his fast, absolutely incoherent, stumbling words a kind of response, choosing to clench is hands in his shirt and hide his face in flames, instead. His laughing being so strong that reverberate through the attacker’s chest, who couldn’t stop feel like a villain as he stared with a gigantic grin adorning his lips the ribs that such act let defenseless. Well, he internally shrugged as he took a deep breathe, suit himself. His arms were growing tired anyway.

 Émile thought he was going to melt in any moment, the teases still heating his sensitive skin and increasing the tickles in a way that should be definitely illegal, but in the moment he felt the raspberry, spreading, taking over his nerves and T I C K L I N G he died.

 And screamed, for sure. Oh, and also gripped something while kicked and trashed as if Mabble’s life was depending on it (not his own life, of course, since he was already dead). Some part of his desperate brain noticed he was falling, but the laughter exploding from his mouth and the impossible to ignore feeling quickly expelled any other thing.

 He opened his eyes, breathless as his watery vision focused in the form mostly layed onto him, their giggles flying and filling the entire room. After some heartbeats, Remy finally got up, his hands resting on the floor and sustained the weight of his body. Their eyes met.

 - I’ve forgot how much of a kicker you are. – Émile just curled up a little more, pulling his tongue out in a very mature and hard to win, statement

 - ‘s not my fault your arms are weaken than Deadly Arms’ ones.

 - Excuse you?

 - Nuh.

 - I beg your heck pardon?

 - No, you let me fall for you. Twice. In love and on the floor. I’m ignoring you until the end of ours married days.

 - Oh, is that so? – Remy replied, adjusting his position so his hands would lay each one in the sides of his husband’s head, who immediately recognized the smile beginning to shine and exploded one more time in a flow of giggles, his arms in front of his body, attempting to conjure a kind of shield.

 - Wait wait waitwaitwait!! Nonono! – A yelp cut his sentence when a hand tweaked his thigh. - I’m sorry, I’m sorry!

 - Yep, gurl, you will b- And his threat was interrupted when Émile pushed his shirt and connected their lips, stealing his words, breath and any and every coherent thought from his head, his giggles still floating from his mouth, which leaded, if that was even possible, to the coffee lover melt further, allowing himself to be carried away by the tenderness and love, sighing and deepening the kiss.

 …Until that dirty, evil, nasty cheater digs his fucker fingers in his damn stomach, which ruined the romantic moment and absolutely did NOT made Remy Tough Picani release a half shriek half snort that DIDN’T resulted in the only one wearing glasses coos softly, excuse you.

 - Awww. – Émile gave him an innocent smile, quick turning the tables and sitting on Remy’s legs, his fingers swinging in a dance that consisted in craving his thumbs right above his waistline and vibrating his others fingers in his torso, the maddening sensations culminating to free, belly laughter escape from the ‘victim’s’ mouth. Eyes tightly closed, wrinkled nose. – What is the matter, my dear? The cool, bad boy Remy can’t take some ti-tickly tickle tickling in his tummy-yummy-yummy? Huh? Huh? Can’t he? Because he is super hype dyper sensitive, aren’t you? Yes, you are! You are!

 - OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!! – Remy could feel his face, against his own will power and threats, melt in flames. His laughter being replaced by hysterical giggling as his husband changed his technique to spidering, slowly walking his fingers up before quickly drag his nails in random patterns the way down, going up and down one time more and after that a couple more of times, always managing to catch four or five snorts. – THIS IS SO DUMB, FUCK.

 - Now, now, Mister Ticklish Master. Let’s not be a Squidward to the Tickle Monster, alright? He just wanna to hear aaaaaaall that adorably, lovely, helpless giggles of yours!! – Émile lowered down and touched their noses, his smile increasing as he felt the other’s laugh hitting his cheeks, his tune now in flying in joyful whispers. – And what a cute laughter you have! Definitely the most lovely, sweet and favorite lee of the Tickle Monster!

 - ‘m not- ‘m not cuteyourbi-nOPLEASENOTTHERE- His words stumbled in each other, specially when his shirt was lifted and a finger began to squirm and scratches his bellybutton, his legs now kicking while his hands tried to get enough strength to stop the marvelous move. However, exemplary falling as the attacker focused some quick prodding in the exposed axillaries, receiving what was suppose to be an angry snort. Émile couldn’t help but coo one more time. – I’M. NOT. – He couldn’t help the squealing cutting his sentence. - CUTE. FUCK OFF!

 Émile made a soft sound of sadness, pouting even if his husband was still with his eyes tightly closed, unable to see it.

 - Now, it’s a pity that you don’t believe in the words of your own husband. – He switched to lightly scribbles and pokes at his sides and lower ribs, making sure to rub circles in each one of them while also gave his ‘victim’ some room to breathe and understand his words.

 - Well… maybe, maybe he would… – Remy tried, really tried to frown and looks angry, but that was really hard with the giggles still interrupting his words. His body melting in the gentle, good touch. Totally against his will, for sure. - ... if his husband wasn’t being a jerk and tickling him.

 He stared directly at Émile, therefore he didn’t lose the slightest which red freckled his cheeks, smirking, wobbly that is true, but also proudly in being the only between both who managed to say ‘tickle’ without shuttering. Sadly, though, he also didn’t lose the way his eyes and smile widened, showing that the other had an idea.

 Butterflies started to panic in his stomach, especially when Émile’s gaze focused there with a ratter crazy gleam, his next phrase coming out as a soft, dangerous purring.

 - You know… all of this made the Tickle Monster a bit hungry… and he heard that some lil lil lee has a very yummy yummy tummy right here. – His hands squeezed his belly, as if to prove his point. Remy jumped, the adrenaline running all speed across his body as the words starting to weight in his brain.

 - Wait, WAIT! Émile!!! – The one being called slowly moved towards his target, ignoring the squirm and pleas from his husband, who grew more and more desperate as his attacker innocently smiled and looked at him, his head gradually lowering to his most ticklish spot. – Émile, Émile, please, I’m actually begging you. I’m begging you!! I’m cute, see? I said it!!! Émile!!!!

 - I’m listening. ~

 - No, you’re not! – His euphoric, hysteric giggles already began to take over his sentences. – No! Fuck!!

 - No? – Émile’s lips already were resting on his belly, the word sending shivers across his nerves, which was not helped by the fact that the other absently shook his head, demonstrating his saying.

 - No! No!

 - A no to ‘no’? So that is a yes?

 - nO.

 - No? But what about the ‘yes’?

 - Stop it! Oh my gosh, I’m gonna to get a bitching divorce!! It’s a no to your yes!

 - Got it! It’s a ‘no’, then?

 - Yes!

 - A yes? Okay!

 Before any other protest could fly from his mouth, a shriek did it first. And again. And again. And one more time, almost as fast as the nuzzled raspberries buzzing and the nibbles, together with the ‘nhom nhom nhom’s’ sounds, spread and madly tickled in a total oblivion to his kicks, pushes and loud, thunderous laughter painting the air.

 It didn’t took too much before the cartoon lover stopped, already aware of the other’s limits, and touched their foreheads again, Remy’s breathing and reminiscent giggles being the only thing breaking the silence which involved them in a calm, cozy, warm feeling.

 - You don’t look at me like that, your traitor. – His tune was free of any harm, his bright gaze and blushed cheeks locking his attention. Émile couldn’t help himself but kiss the pout out of his face. – And don’t you dare to kiss me. – Quick kiss. - I don’t trust in your sweet lips anymore. – Soft kiss. – They are a hell of a trap. – Giggly kiss.

 - I love you.

 Their eyes met, one more time, and Remy finally gave up, swimming in that deep, caring moment. Their hands intertwined themselves.

 - I love you, too. – He lightly poked Émile’s ribs, winning a yelp before receiving the same treatment. – But only sometimes.

 - Uh huh.

 - What? It’s the truth!

 - Sure it is, dear.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 Their heart did, beating in unison.

[pan-roses]

No Sick Days {Moxiety Sick Fic}

Patton wakes up feeling sick, but he has so much to do today, that he can’t take a break. 

Warnings: Sickness, Remus, Deceit, mentions of puke, passing out. (If I missed a warning, let me know please!)

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Patton woke up feeling icky and lightheaded. He felt covered in sweat and his eyes were out of focus more than usual without his glasses on, and his body felt lacking his strength to hold him up properly. However, he had things to do, as all husbands and fathers of three usually do. He had to make Virgil, and the kid's breakfast, take Roman to acting lessons, drop Remus at his friend's house to work on a school project, and offer help for Logan’s science fair project to be ready for Monday. Not to mention to tidy the house and laundry. 

Such a busy man doesn’t have time to lay in bed and sleep. 

He looked at the clock. 6:30. It was a bit earlier than he usually woke up, but he didn’t want to risk falling back asleep. However, he didn’t make it out of the bed, as he was pulled back down gently by Virgil. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, still half asleep, but awake enough. 

“I was going to get a start on the day!” Patton said, making his voice a higher pitch to hide his tired voice. “You can never be too early.”

Virgil rose a brow. “First off, yes you can. And second, it’s way too early to do anything. At least stay in be for another half hour?” Virgil asked, already snuggling close to Patton, burying his head in his chest. 

Patton chuckled lightly at his husband, true love in his eyes. He didn’t want to risk sleeping in, but he couldn’t say no to Virgil and caved in. “Okay, maybe just a few more minutes.”

“Knew you’d stay,” Virgil mumbled, already falling back to sleep again. 

________

Patton felt slightly dazed when he felt a cool hand touch his forehead, waking him up. His eyes opened to a worried Virgil standing over him. “Virge?”

“Pat! Are you feeling okay?” 

Patton felt worse than before despite the short nap. He felt generally warmer, and his head hurt more. But seeing the worry on Virgil’s face, he knew that would only worry him to hear. “I feel fine, why?”

“Your burning up. I think you’re coming down with something.” Virgil told. “Maybe you should stay in bed for the day, catch up on some rest and such.”

Patton shook his head, sitting up. He felt his head rush with dizziness, but he ignored it. “I’m fine, Virgil. I probably just overheated with all the blankets we have.” Patton lied easily, making his gut turn in guilt. “I’m fine, promise! Besides, I have lots to do today.” 

“I could he--”

“No no! It’s finally your day off, you rest.” Patton leaned over and kissed Virgil’s forehead. “Relax, hun.” 

Virgil sighed, knowing he couldn’t get past Patton’s stubbornness. “Okay… but you better take it easy!” 

“I will. Now, you go get yourself settled downstairs, I’ll wake the kids and get a start on breakfast.” 

“Heh. have fun with those adorable trainwrecks.” Virge joked, kissing the back of Patton’s hand before leaving for downstairs. Patton finally got out of bed and quickly changed out of his sleepwear. He put on his cat sweater that youngest, Logan, got for his birthday last year, a blue skirt, and blue knee-high cat socks. He felt playful today, despite his terrible headache and sore body. He can be cute anytime he wants, sick or not!

He finished cleaning himself up for heading to the kid's rooms. Roman and Remus shared a room while Logan got one to himself. Roman wanted a room to himself, but Logan had more stuff than he did, with all his books and such, that it would’ve been too difficult to move it all. 

Heading to Logan’s room first, he knocked 3 times, lightly in case he was sleeping still. He didn’t want to startle the child. After a moment, a sleepy 13-year-old Logan opened the door, his glasses crooked on his face. “Good morning, father,” he yawned. “Waking me up for breakfast, I assume?”

“Well, it’s not made yet, but yes!” Patton knelt down to Logan’s height and fixed his glasses. “Did ya spend the night reading again?” 

He nodded. “I read about a book that involved stars and how were made using different chemicals from the Big Bang Theory.” 

“Sounds very interesting, kiddo! How about you get dressed and head downstairs with papa? I’m sure he’d love to hear all about it!” 

Logan nodded, a faint smile on his face. Patton kissed his head and Logan sunk back into his room, gently closing the door. When Patton stood back up, he felt his head rush and lent against the wall for support as the world spun. He felt so lightheaded, but he things to do, and he wouldn’t let this stop him. Giving himself a moment, he walked to the next door over, smiling when he heard voices on the other side of the door. He gave the door and knock before opening it, knowing they wouldn’t hear it. It opened to reveal the two 15-year-olds, Roman and Remus, acting out the scene in Sleeping Beauty, where Prince Phillip fought against Maleficent’s dragon form. Roman was the prince, pointing his wooden sword at Remus, who was Maleficent and who was standing on the top bunk, dressed in a dragon costume. 

“Where is my dear princess, you dragon fiend!?” Roman asked, acting pretty well. 

“Hahaha, as if I’d tell you, you poopy prince!” Remus retorted back, making a face at Roman. “You will never defeat me and my beloved Condom!” Remus then held up a hamster ball with his pet fish, Condom, in it. The fish actually didn’t mind being in there. 

Roman groaned “Urg, Remus, that’s not the line!” 

Remus shrugged and held Condom up to his face. “I don’t really care, Condom liked my performance, anyway.” 

“She’s a fish, Remus! There is no way you could know that.” 

“I feel it. I feel it right here.” Remus pointed to his butt, making Roman roll his eyes.

“You’re disgusting.” 

“And you’re annoying. You and your fish.” 

Roman gasped loudly. “How DARE you insult my dear Disney?! She is a goddess!” 

Patton, although he did enjoy watching them, knew this could go too far and stepped in. “Now now, kiddos. No fighting, okay. Both your fishes are amazing!” 

“DAD!” They both cheer, smiling brightly. 

“Hey, kiddos! Since you’re already dressed, wanna head downstairs while I make breakfast?” 

“Okay.” “Sure,” they said. 

Patton nodded. “Make sure to feed the fishes, as well, before you do.” 

He closed the door just as Logan left his room, dressed in his usual jeans and button-up. However, his tie wasn’t done up yet. “Ah, father, may I borrow you for some assistance? It will only be a moment, I’m sure. I just need help with my tie” 

“Sure thing, kiddo!” He knelt in front of Logan once again and did up Logan’s tie. While he did, Logan suddenly touched his forehead. 

“Father, you seem to have a rise in your temperature. Maybe consider taking a ‘sick day’?”

“No no, I’m okay, just a warm day.” When he finished the tie, he patted Logan’s head and stood up. “Besides, we have to finish your project today, don’t we?” 

Logan’s face lit up, smiling up at Patton. “That’s correct. For the science fair!” 

Patton smiled, feeling a burst of energy. Seeing his kids all happy and upbeat fills him with joy. 

_______

Patton kept that energy all the way through breakfast and clean up afterwards. But he started feeling worse than before as the day went on. It was an hour before he had to take Roman to acting lessons and Remus to Dee’s house. Patton didn’t feel safe enough to drive like this, but he had to do something,

“Ro and Re?” He called. The boys stopped looking at their phones and turned to Patton. “How about we walk instead of me driving? It’s a beautiful day out, let’s enjoy it!” 

When the boys excitedly agreed to walk, they packed up all they need. As they did, Virgil walked up to Patton, who had changed into a cat tank top that matched his sweater. “Pat, you seriously aren’t looking too good. You should really stay at home.”

“Virge, I really am fine. It’s just a warm day. I’m sure a walk will cool me off!” 

Virgil didn’t seem convinced as Patton left with Roman and Remus. Virgil knew Patton tended to lie with things like this, and it annoyed him that Patton couldn’t take time for himself. Virgil felt a small hand holding onto his, he looked down to see Logan holding his hand, a worried look also on his face. Virge held his hand tighter, pulling his son closer. “Yeah, I know, Lo… I’m worried too…” 

_______

The first stop they reached was Dee’s house. Remus ran ahead and rapidly knocked on the door until the annoyed face of Dee appeared. “Remus, must you be so annoying?” 

“Duuuh, it’s my job, Dee-Dee!” Remus giggled as Dee rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever, just get inside. You brought your work, right?” He asked, waving goodbye and closing the door when Remus was inside. 

The next stop was Roman’s theatre. It was a bit further into town, about a half-hour walk. Patton and Roman chatted, but Ro defiantly carried the conversation as Patton was just trying his best to walk straight. 

“Dad, you okay?” Roman asked, concerned.

“I’m fine kiddo, just really hot out,” Patton said, fanning himself to make his lie more believable. It seemed to satisfy him as they made their way. 

When they arrived, Patton gave Roman a big hug as usual. “Have lots of fun, Ro-Ro. You’re gonna do great!”

“I know I will!” He said proudly. “Love you!” He said before running into the building, meeting up with his friends Joan and Talyn. 

As Patton made his way back home, he felt horrid. His body was barely listening to him as he swayed while walking and his mind made the world spin. His stomach felt like it was burning food he didn’t have, which caused his chest to hurt from the heaving he was doing trying to hold back vomit. 

“Uh, gurl-friend?” Patton heard a voice call out. He barely managed to turn, seeing his friend and neighbour, Remy standing there, holding a Starbuck’s as usual. His glasses were slid down his nose a bit so he could get a good look at Pat. “You look like shit.” 

Patton couldn’t even say anything back, because when he tried, he felt like he was about to puke. He held his mouth tight with one hand, the other holding his gut. He felt so lightheaded that everything went white for a second. 

Then he passed out. 

______

When Patton woke up again, he was met with the worried face of his husband, who put a fresh damp cloth on his head. “Virge?”

When Virgil head his husband’s voice, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why do you do this Patton? Why do you push yourself past your limits?” 

“Virgil?” Patton asked, worried.

“You scared me, Patton!” Virgil said, his voice raised. “When Remy called me saying you collapsed, I froze, Pat! I was so scared, scared that you’d pushed yourself to death! I can’t take this Patton! I can’t-- I can’t lose you like that, I can’t lose you! I was so scared Pat…!” Virgil had tears falling rapidly down his face. He grabbed Patton’s hand and held it to his chest tightly. Pat could feel his fast heartbeat. “You have to take care of yourself… Please, please, just… take care of yourself. The world won’t fall apart if you take a break. We can take care of ourselves from time to time. You don't have to push yourself.”

Patton didn’t realize he was crying till Virgil wiped his tears away. Pat pulled Virgil’s hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “I’m sorry, Virge, I’m so sorry… I just, I feel like I’m enough for you all.”

“Pat, you are enough. You are always enough.”

Patton smiled, feeling love swell in his chest. “I love you.” 

“I love you too… We all do.” 

~*~*~*~*~*~

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[vincent-frankenstein]

To My Heart and Soul

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Warnings: major character death, villain/abusive deceit, blood, fighting, panic attacks, creepy imagery

Pairings: logince, hints of moxiety, a tiny smidge of remile and past abusive anxceit

Tendrils of bright blue light floated through the hole, lashing around the stranger and tightening around him like glowing snakes. He grimaced as they lifted him off his feet. Logan pressed himself back into the wall, and his breath left him in one big whoosh as a figure stepped through the hole. Numb disbelief buzzed in his chest.

Chocolate brown hair, gently curled in that wonderfully soft way, and bright green eyes, crinkled at the edges — so familiar that Logan forgot how to breathe. The figure met his eyes and Logan nearly crumbled beneath his gaze — a gaze he knew, knew better than he knew his own, a gaze he had married and loved and lost.

But it was wrong. Those familiar eyes were hidden behind round glasses, and they were rounder, more hazel than green. The hair was lighter, the face rounder. Still, Logan couldn’t find it in himself to speak; his voice far too gone in the face of this man, so Roman but so not.

“Ooh, goody, the cavalry.” The stranger rolled his eyes, barely even struggling against his glowing bonds. “Pat, hun, what can I do for ya?”

“Well,” not-Roman said, in a voice so gratingly wrong that Logan nearly winced, “for one, you can let these poor mortals go.”

“Aww, girl, come on,” the stranger groaned, dragging out his words in an overdramatic whine. “Where the fun in that?”

Not-Roman shot the stranger a glare that reminded Logan of a dad, just stern enough to be scary. The stranger huffed. “Fiiiine,” he drawled. “But I can’t exactly let ‘em go like this, y’know? I’m a bit tied up at the moment.”

The corners of not-Roman’s mouth twitched. As a few giggles he couldn’t stifle slipped out, he snapped his fingers, and the ropes vanished into thin air. The stranger stumbled as he fell to the ground, a grin finding its way onto his face.

“‘Preciate it, Pat,” he said, cocking his head to the side as he regarded Picani. He was frozen in time against the wall, face caught in a comical expression of confusion and disbelief. With a snap of his fingers, the stranger sent Picani tumbling back to the ground.

“Wh —” Picani staggered into the stranger’s arms. “Who... ? What happened?”

“Aw, gurl, you fell for me!” The stranger helped Picani find his footing, and they shared a moment’s look before he turned back to not-Roman, a cat-like gleam of mischief in his eyes. “I’d love to stay and chat, really —”

“Remy, don’t you dare!”

“But I’m afraid I’ve got shit to do, revenge to find, all that jazz. Buh-bye!”

Not-Roman jerked forward, the blue ropes flaring to life in his hands, but it was too late. The stranger, Remy, disappeared in a shower of green sparkles, his final cheshire-cat grin blazing in the air.

“Oh, the council’s gonna kill me,” not-Roman murmured, running a hand through his hair. Emile stared at the spot where Remy had been, a dusting of pink across his round cheeks.

“Wh… what in the name of Rose Quartz just happened?”

“I’m sorry,” not-Roman said. “Remy is… a bit of a wild card. I didn’t think he’d ever attack mortals, but…”

A million questions raced through Logan’s head and died on his tongue. Not-Roman fixed him with a concerned gaze and his chest ached.

“Are you okay, kiddo?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed. “We’re gonna get this all sorted out, okay? Don’t you worry.”

Picani stepped forward. “Excuse me, but what exactly are we gonna get sorted out? What just happened?”

Not-Roman hesitated. “I… I’m sorry, I’m not allowed to tell you. I’m just supposed to —”

“Wait, but you can’t just not tell us!” Picani insisted. “You —”

Not-Roman squeaked and snapped his fingers, and a cloud of blue dust surrounded Picani’s head. He floated gently to the couch, fast asleep. Logan’s eyes widened.

“What did you do to him?”

“No, no, he’s okay! I just put him to sleep.” Not-Roman fidgeted with a clasp at his neck, holding a long gray cape around his shoulders. “When he wakes up, he won’t remember any of this. Now…” He went to snap his fingers again and panic bloomed in Logan’s throat. He couldn’t forget this, he couldn’t.

“What about Roman?”

The change was immediate. Not-Roman’s hand fell to his side, shock and confusion coloring his soft features, and his expression was so familiar that it was like a punch to Logan’s gut. “How do you know who Roman is?”

Logan closed his eyes, forcing out a shaking breath. The familiarity only made the differences more glaringly obvious, in the most painful way. Both men were bright, brighter than anyone else he’d ever seen, but Roman was shining brilliance, a vivid display of colors and lights bright enough to fill a room. This man was a soft, gentle glow. He swallowed, pushing down the pain. This wasn’t Roman.

“He was my husband,” he said finally. Not-Roman’s eyes flew wide, his mouth falling open.

“You’re — you’re Logan!” he cried, tears springing to his eyes immediately. “Oh my goodness gracious, you’re his starlight.”

The familiar nickname sent shards of broken glass through Logan’s lungs. He pulled his tie back into place, if only to have something to do with his hands, and nodded. “Yes, I-I am,” he said, “and I’d like some answers. Who are you?”

“I’m Patton!” he said, offering a bright smile. “I’m Roman’s younger brother. I guess that makes me your brother-in-law, right?”

Time stuttered to a stop. Logan blinked — once, twice, again and again as if the action would make the world tilt back onto its axis. Roman had a brother — a brother that he hadn’t once told Logan about. On top of that, every single magical being he had met thus far seemed to know Roman. How much had Roman kept hidden from him? How much didn’t he know?

He cleared his throat. This was no time to dwell or spiral; Patton was looking at him expectantly, waiting for a response. “I-I suppose so.” Patton exuded a sort of kindness that soothed Logan, deep down, and a part of him regretted asking the next question the moment it left his mouth. “Is Roman really dead?”

Patton seemed to crumple, his light dimming. “Yes,” he said softly. “He didn’t have his magic anymore, and he couldn’t have survived that crash without it. He’s — he’s gone.”

“So there is magic,” Logan said, refusing to focus on the rest of Patton’s sentence. “Is there any possibility that it could be used to bring him back?”

“Oh, honey…” Patton sighed, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Logan. Logan tensed at the sudden contact, swallowing hard, but he didn’t move away. “No amount of magic can bring back the dead.”

“Has anyone tried?” Logan had to know, he had to. He refused to leave any possibilities untouched. “Given the proper resources, I’m sure I could —”

“No,” Patton said firmly. “It’s way too risky, kiddo. The dead have to stay dead, and we have to let them go and move on. I know it hurts, but —”

Logan jerked away, squaring his shoulders. “‘It’s too risky,’ implies that there are possibilities, but no one has explored them due to fear. I can, I don’t care about the risk —”

“No.” Patton shook his head. “Roman would never let you risk your own safety on something like this, and neither will I. You have to find closure, kiddo. It’s the healthiest thing to do.”

Logan’s hands curled into tight fists. He focused on the sting of his fingernails digging into his palms to keep from breaking down, to keep the shattered glass in his chest from slicing through his lungs. “The man in the graveyard said — he said that someone is going to use me to get to Roman. That implies that Roman is still alive. We need to —”

He cut off, eyebrows furrowing. Patton had gone very, very pale. “Who?” he asked insistently. “Who did he say was going to use you?”

“I — someone with a name starting with d,” Logan said, straining to remember. “Daniel, or…”

“Dorian?” Patton breathed.

“Yes, that’s it.” Logan nodded. “He told me that Dorian is going to use me to get to Roman. Who is Dorian?”

“Someone who shouldn’t be alive,” Patton whispered. “We… we have to get to the bottom of this. We have to find out who told you that.”

“I didn’t see his face,” Logan said, dread and hope swirling together in his chest. Patton seemed dreadfully shaken at the mere mention of this Dorian, which did not bode well — but he hadn’t denied the chance of Roman being alive. “He was wearing a cloak. Remy said his name was Anxiety.”

“Well…” Patton let out a shaky breath. “I dunno who that is, but maybe the Council will. Logan, you need to come with me, okay? We have to keep you safe.”

The implication that he was in danger paled in comparison to the opportunity that had presented itself. Patton’s whole presence glowed with magic; certainly, wherever he’d come from held magic as well — magic Logan could learn, magic he could use to find Roman.

But something kept him from agreeing too quickly. There were far too many pesky emotions fluttering around in his chest. If he didn’t take a moment to organize, he’d surely fall apart, and that would be counterproductive.

“Would it be possible to have a moment to myself, first?” he asked, voice even. Patton blinked.

“Oh! Sure thing, kiddo. Lemme just…” Sticking out his tongue in concentration, Patton turned to the hole he’d blasted through the wall. Blue light jumped to life around his outstretched fingers, spreading outwards to surround the rubble scattered through Picani’s office. With a soft, melodic hum, Patton sent the debris tumbling back through the air, and when they slotted back into place it almost looked like the wall had never been broken at all.

“I’ll be out here when you’re ready!” he said, closing the door behind him. A heavy quiet fell over the room, sinking deep into Logan’s chest. He let out a breath.

What had he learned over the past few minutes? Magic was real — magic, somehow, this thing existing beyond logic, or perhaps alongside it, a whole new world of possibilities to explore. There was someone after him, a man, or perhaps a beast, judging by Patton’s reaction. The man had nearly killed him once. The man was going to use him to get to Roman.

Roman.

Logan sank down into Picani’s chair, heart thudding in his chest. There was a possibility — however faint, however uncertain — that Roman could be alive. That all his grief, his anguish, his loss had been for nothing, that his broken would could right itself once more. Roman — who had a brother, who had magic, who apparently had very dangerous enemies.

How much else had Roman hidden from him? How much of Roman had Logan truly known? And how dense was Logan, really, to never have realized that Roman was hiding such massive secrets? There must have been signs, somewhere, evidence to prove that all of this was real.

Did Roman not trust him? After everything they’d been through together, everything they’d faced — did he still not think Logan smart enough to handle the truth? Or, worse, was he trying to protect him?

Omitting information was a horrible way to protect someone. Roman’s secrets had caught up with them both, and Logan felt sure he would pay the price for his lack of knowledge. He had no way to catch his bearings in such a situation, so unfamiliar, so unnatural. He needed time — to think, to plan, to work the minutiae of the situation through his mind and come to a working solution.

If Anxiety’s warnings were anything to go by, he didn’t have any time. The urgency in the stranger’s tone spoke volumes. Whoever Dorian was, he was going to act soon.

Which meant every moment was precious. Every second he let slip by, wallowing in these feelings, was another moment that Dorian could use to gain the upper hand. He stood, smoothing down his shirt and yanking his tie back into place. There was no time to waste.

“Patton,” he said simply, stepping out into the waiting room. “I am ready to go.”

“Oh!” Patton straightened up, a bright smile popping into place on his face. He’d been tending to the receptionist — who was slumped in her desk chair, fast asleep, wisps of blue magic sorting through the mess Remy had left behind. “Alrighty! C’mon, teach. We’ve got a lot to figure out.”

[boystownbirdie]

LMWTV4U: GOT S7E1

Welcome back to let me watch TV 4 U (LMWTV4U) where I watch TV shows so you don’t have to! If you’re not a GoT-watcher or you just need a review, check out my pre-season-6-GoT primer here or you can just check out the review/recap of the last ep of season 6 here

It’s GoT season 7 y’all- WHO’S EXCITED?

As always, spoiler alert. Also, I’m introducing a new segment of this blog called WHY DOES THIS SCENE EVEN MATTER or (WDTSEM?) to help us decipher when some seemingly unimportant or otherwise boring scenes actually do kind of matter. So watch for that. Now let’s get into it! 

Over in Frey-ville/ Riverlands...

So we open on Walder Frey (aka Argus Filch from Harry Potter) giving a toast to a bunch of his people, all of whom have to wear inexplicably weird hats that seem to serve no purpose. Off the bat we know something is up because Arya Stark, fresh from the face-swapping-assassin-training academy, definitely killed Filch in the last ep of season 6. He’s gathered up all of his hat-wearing friends and family and is like hey guys, here’s some NOT POISONED wine let’s have a toast. It’s pretty obvious it’s Arya doing a really good impersonation of Filch/ wearing his face, especially when he doesn’t even pretend to take a sip of his wine. He’s all, hey remember when we killed all those Stark people, especially the mom and the hottie son, Robb and his preggers wife? That was fun, right? And all the poisoned guys are like yep murder is fun you are correct. Then he’s like too bad you didn’t kill all the Starks cuz one is still alive and…. It’s ME BITCHES. 

And she rips off Filches’ face/body and is like SURPRISE! And because this is the season of the woman, she doesn’t let any of the poor servant girls (who were like 15 years old and all forced to marry Filch) drink any of wine but she’s like, I know this is confusing, because I was just wearing the face and body of your former husband but it’s me, a fellow 15-year old girl and please tell everyone THE NORTH REMEMBERS. (If you’ll recall the Stark fam is from the North and a bunch of them died at the red wedding which was FOREVER AGO)

Later in the ep, we catch up with Arya who is riding around on a horse like a boss when she happens upon ED SHEERAN. SERIOUSLY ED SHEERAN IS IN THIS EPISODE WHY? I DON’T KNOW. And he’s singing a song with some soldier bros, duh. And I guess they’re from the Lannister army (if you’ll recall the Lannisters are the incest twins) because they’re wearing their colors and they’re like ugh King’s Landing (where Queen Pixie Cut aka QPC is currently ruling after blowing up most of the city) is the worst. And Arya is like umm ya it sucks, last time I was there I saw my dad get his head chopped off, BUMMER. She doesn’t say that actually but she does listen to them talk about how they wished they were home with their family instead of fighting for QPC. 

WHY DOES THIS SCENE EVEN MATTER (WDTSEM)? This scene is pretty clearly a setup to get Arya to consider meeting up with her bro (well actually uncle) and sis in Winterfell rather than her current single-minded pursuit of killing QPC. Anyway, the strangest thing about this scene is that one of the bros is like ya my mom always said to be kind to others and they’ll be kind to you and also none of the bros say anything murder-y or even slightly assault-y for that matter toward this young girl traveling alone WHAT SHOW IS THIS? On any other season of GoT this scene would have been a literal bloodbath.

Sidenote: when the opening credits run we FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER only see Westeros rather than both sides of the globe (or is it a globe? Idk. g.r.r.r.r.r. Martin plz advise) cuz our Khween Khaleesi is no longer residing there.

Next, let’s check in up North with Bran and his pal Meera who recently narrowly escaped a zombie attack only to be rescued by his zombie-uncle.

Bran is having a vision, as he is wont to do, of the “Night King” (zombie leader guy) plus thousands of zombies marching toward the non-zombie world. Some of them are even zombie giants which is super spooky. He’s like let’s GTFO and get south of this giant ice wall so they coming a-knocking on the ice-wall-door which, if you’ll recall is manned by all those moody celibate dudes that Bae was briefly murdered by before coming back from the dead. Bae’s friend who is in charge now is like umm new phone who dis cuz IDK what “Brandon Stark” looks like but it’s probably not you. And he and his friend Meera are like we promise, we’re cool and they let them in.

WDTSEM? Bran and Meera’s next stop after passing through TSA security is probably to see his sis and bro at his home, Winterfell. Last time that poor boi was there he was paralyzed, briefly made leader, ousted, forced to watch the whole place burn down and then had to escape before he was killed. So needless to say he’ll be happy to see that it’s not only rebuilt and no longer a torture dungeon, but being ruled by his fam! AND he’s the only one who knows the truth about Bae the R+L=J theory so he needs to drop that bomb on erry’body that basically means that Bae is kind of a rightful ruler and also Khaleesi’s nephew?!?

Speaking of his home, let’s check in with Winterfell...

Bae (Jon Snow) is like wow being in charge is hard no wonder Obama turned gray lol-is-this-thing-on? And Sansa is like eye-roll and they have a little tiff in front of everyone which is EMBARRASSING. A few important things happen here: 

Bae tells everyone to dig for dragonglass cuz it’s the only way to kill the zombies. He’s like hey bois, gurls, gender-non-comforming-individuals, EVERYONE needs to get to work and dig and learn to fight

Everyone’s favorite pint-sized-ruler-of-Bear-Island, Lyanna Mormont, is all about that lyfe, as shown in gif above

Bae is like wow little kids are pretty good at being in charge so let’s put these other 2 lil’ squirts in charge over at their houses

Bae sends hottie-ginger-wildling-bae to guard part of the wall where the zombies are probably heading first. Goodbye ginger-bae. 

Sansa does not agree with the putting-kids-in-charge bit which is what they argue about but he does it anyway. They kind of makeup and then they talk about how Cersei (aka Queen Pixie Cut aka QPC) is in charge now and Sansa is like she cray but also a BAMF. 

Later we get a scene of Brienne, everyone’s fave lady-knight, training her squire how to fight and are reminded that ginger-bae has the hots for her. As Sansa watches this all play out, Littlefinger (ugh he is the WORST) comes over to tell Sansa for the 80th time that he loves her and wants to rule the world with her. And as she has done 80 times, she’s like NO THANKS DUDE. 

Speaking of Queen Pixie Cut (QPC) let’s check in on her over at King’s Landing…

QPC is ruling whatever is left of her people after she blew most of them up. She commissioned this giant map/painting on the ground and is stompin’ all around like she owns the place, which, to be fair, she does. Her twin bro/lover, Jamie, comes over and is like ummm… what’s the tea? Remember how our last living kid jumped out of a building and died last season… can we discuss? And she’s literally like yolo we gotta rule this place FOR US. And he’s like but we don’t have any heirs anymore, like who’s gonna take over after that you can’t #liveforever this ain’t the high school cafeteria in the film version of Fame. She’s like dontcha worry, I gotta plan.

So Theon’s crazy uncle shows up to see them. If you’ll recall last season, he killed his bro and then tried to become king of the wet-rock-pile by throwing up a bunch of sea water even though his niece, Theon’s sis, was totes supposed to become kween of her peeps. While he was performing his water-gagging-magic-trick, Theon and his sis ran away with a bunch of the peeps and all of the ships. Again, their entire island seemed to have about 20 people so WHO IS ON THOSE SHIPS? IDK. And he was like NBD I’ll make a bunch more ships AGAIN WHO IS BUILDING AND THEN RIDING ON THESE SHIPS IDK. So I guess the ships are built and people must be on them because they show up to QPC’s shores and she’s like whatup. Jamie is NOT HAVING IT mostly because he is jelly since Theon’s crazy uncle (TCU) is hittin on his sis. TCU manages to squeeze in a really sick burn when he’s like well at least I have 2 working hands (Jamie got one chopped off 3 seasons ago) and then he asks QPC to get with him. She’s like naw dawg so he’s like NBD I’ll be back with a “very special present” and heads off. They also banter about how his niece and nephew and Khaleesi and QPC’s other bro (Tyrion) have all teamed up and are headed that way.

WDTSEM? In the books, apparently TCU has some sort of magic horn that can call dragons? I think this might be the gift he’s going to get and bring back to QPC which would be CLUTCH because in the upcoming battle against Khaleesi, the ability to control those dragons would be really helpful.

Next, let’s see how Sam is doing over in “Oldtown” where all the maesters live...

If you’ll recall, Maesters are like doctors/librarians/historians, each of whom is assigned to either a place (like the ice wall) or a family, I guess (like the Starks). Sam wants to be one but he also is NAUGHTY and brought his gf and her bb with him (Maesters are also supposed to be celibate like the ice wall guys). He’s in maester-training-camp which includes a lot of diarrhea, apparently. He’s like cleaning bedpans, putting back library books, and doing autopsies on the reg. JIM BROADBENT aka Prof. Slughorn from HP aka Harold from Moulin Rouge shows up and is like DON’T GO IN THE RESTRICTED SECTION OF THE LIBRARY, SAM (flashes of Harry Potter, amirightladies?) so of course Sam does. He sneaks some books home and finds out that “Dragonstone” which is a castle near King’s Landing that Khaleesi is heading towards, is built on top of heaps of “dragonglass” (which, I mean, could have guessed) so he’s like I gotta tell Bae since I know bb boi is trying to stock up on that. Also, there’s a brief scene when Khaleesi’s friend who had the turning-to-stone-disease (Stoney) is like in a hospital where Sam is working and is pops his stone-hand out and is like IS SHE HERE YET? Aka Stoney wants to know if Khaleesi has made it to Dragonstone yet, which WAIT TIL THE END OF THE EPISODE, DUDE.

WDTSEM? Especially the scene with Jim Broadbent (JB) is important because he talks about how the ice wall has always held up after centuries of zombie attacks and how empires rise and fall and just like go with the flow, Sam. My guess is that they’re bringing up how strong the ice wall is and how unlikely a zombie-attack really is because this is something that may actually happen now so we can really grasp how high the stakes are nowadays.

Before we get to Khaleesi, we have to check in on “The Hound” who’s walking around with those fire-worshipping dudes these days…

Is it just me or is man-bun guy kinda hot? So he and “The Hound” come across this farm house which the Hound is having some guilt about b/c last time he was in the hood he killed the girl and her dad who lived there. They find their bodies and everyone is like IDK who killed them but ugh… that’s life. And then the fire-worshipper-guys are like here look at this fire and remember the Hound hates fire because he got half of his face burned off as a kid. But he does look at the fire and has like a premonition of zombies going around the ice wall and attacking all the living people. Then he and hottie man bun bury the dead girl and her dad outside because the Hound feels #guilty for killing them I guess?

WDTSEM? Well the Hound used to be really murder-y but then he was saved by Ian McShane and his group of like Amish people (much like Harrison Ford in the film Witness) and decided to renounce violence. He used to work for QPC’s family and then kind of kidnapped Arya but also was not the worst to her (or to her sister for that matter) so if shit’s going down he could potentially be on the Stark side of things now. 

Lastly, we check in with everyone’s fave kween and co, Khaleesi, who rolls up on Dragonstone with all her pals…

She hasn’t been to this side of the world since she was a wee babe so when she steps foot on the sand, she’s like give me a minute y’all. Then she walks into the castle and looks at the throne, which is NOT made of a bunch of swords but rather a slab of rock and is still pretty baller and walks right past it to head to the room with the giant map on it. Previously, Stannis and his friends lived there including sweet ole’ no-knuckles who is currently #teambae and he spent a lot of time strategizing and having sex with witches to produce demon babies on that table. Khaleesi looks around and then is like, let’s get it started in here #blackeyedpeas.  

WDTSEM? Well, duh, cuz Khaleesi is in it and she is basically the Beyonce of GoT. But also because she has had this single-minded pursuit on the iron throne (chair made of swords where QPC is currently sitting) so you’d think she’d like take a minute to sit on this rock-slab-throne and savor the moment, but she (unlike QPC) knows that a true kween not only sits there, but also gets shit done. And I think this scene is supposed to contrast how #woke Khaleesi is compared to QPC. Both have giant maps and thrones now, but QPC is so out of touch that she has no time for strategy or listening to other people’s advice. 

Final thoughts:

This ep was what the TV people call a “table setting” episode and it did just that. The drawback is that it was pretty boring. We just check in on all of our key players/places and see how everyone is doing which is normally quite helpful in GoT world. But the season 6 finale already did that for us, so it seems to be just an extension of that episode rather than something new and exciting. Now on to our superlatives...

Biggest surprise this ep: Sam is interning for JIM BROADBENT these days, which is pretty great. Also Ed Sheeran lives in GoT-world I guess which actually explains a lot.

Biggest letdown: We only get THREE WHOLE WORDS from Khaleesi in the entire ep!

Important fashion moments: Sansa’s new lacefront is NOT working for her. With this budget you’d think they could afford better wigs! Also, while I won’t miss the Mereen subplot, I will miss Khaleesi and co being in a warmer climate because she and her friends had some killer crop tops/ cut out dresses/ bright colors . Now that everyone is on the cold side of the world, we have much less #fashun.

Who died this ep? A bunch of Walder Frey’s main cronies

Check in next week when we’re promised someone will finally be strangling littlefinger so we may be rid of his creepy soliloquies soon! Thanks for reading tell your friends!

CORRECTION: After checking my sources, it seems like the Hound maybe didn’t kill the farmer dude and his daughter but instead stole their shit and so they were forced into the dire circumstances that led them to their death. So while it sounds like he didn’t kill them, he still feels guilty that he basically caused their deaths.

Also, I incorrectly ID’ed Bae as Khaleesi’s uncle a few times but actually she is his aunt I guess? Sorry to lead you astray! 

[justtextmeoppa]

What’s going on between us?

Plot:  his jealousy, your insecurities, his job and your fears; it was just all too much and after 2 years of relationship you were getting tired, tired of waiting him to come home to you, tired of being put after his job..always.

Worlds:1381

Genre: Angst/Fluff

For my gurl @bbreactions to thank her for always listening to me and fangirling with me over riri

You put on your dress while looking at the phone, it was 6 pm and you had no idea of where your boyfriend was. He just disappeared 2 days ago, after another useless fight.

That was almost the daily basis now: his jealousy, your insecurities, his job and your fears; it was just all too much and after 2 years of relationship you were getting tired, tired of waiting him to come home to you, tired of being put after his job..always.

Maybe it was better just to finish all this..for the both of you.

You were putting on your coat when you heard someone trying to open the door..was it him? Was he drunk? Or maybe a thief? Some crazy fans?

Your heart started pounding like crazy when the door opened, you found yourself against the walls a couple of deep brown eyes were looking at you, his silver hair were all messy, his black jacket in his hands and the shirt half plugged off; you knew he wasn't drunk..you knew him too well..he was probably just tired.

You started to normally breath again and decided to just go away..you didn't want to fight again, you were not strong enough.

-Where are you going?

-I have to meet with my friends for dinner

-Who?

-You don't know them

You looked at him, his tired reddish eyes staring at you while you couldn't help but putting your purse back on the table and started walking towards him.

You went into your bedroom, bring some of his clean clothes and put it in the bathroom, you then walked again in the living room when you found him on the couch, his head in his hands

-I prepared some clothes in the bathroom so you can have a shower.. I'll go now

-Don't

He didn't lift his head while saying it, he just asked in a soft voice, like he was whispering it.

You didn't want to fight, you loved him after all, more than he loved himself. You send a quick message to your friend and sit next to him

-What is going on Seunghyun?

-I just had some stuff to do..

He said coldly, without even looking at you

-I mean.. what's going on between us? You never disappeared like that..i know we fight a lot but how could you just walk away like this? I was worried.. but you probably didn't care

Your voice was breaking while talking..how could he just be so cold?

You sighted and just left to go to your bedroom, was it even yours anymore?

You got changed and looked at the wardrobe, took a suitcase and put some of your clothes in.. you didn't even realized you started sobbing and tears run on your cheeks.

Maybe it was better that way, he wasn't the one, he didn't love you enough; you tried to convinced yourself that you were doing the right thing but your sobbing became stronger, your tears started running and you couldn't control it anymore.

You sat on the bed as you were shaking, how could this happened? How did you get here?

You loved each other so much, what about know? You knew you loved him but did he?

Maybe not anymore.

You felt asleep like that, alone on the bed not knowing what was he doing and if he cared.

The morning after you decided to call sick for work and went into your bedroom's bathroom to take a warm bath; you started undressing when you heard the door opening and you saw him coming inside.

-Gotta brush my teeth

He said.

You've been together for 2 years and you have seen each other naked a plenty of times but you felt uncomfortable now, so you automatically tried to cover yourself with your hands

-What? You don't want me to look at you now? Like I've never seen you naked before

You reached for a towel and walked to the door when you felt his hand grabbing your wrist

-What the hell is going on?

-Nothing..just leave me now..you're hurting me

-I won't.. you have to tell me everything now. Do you think I am stupid? Like I didn't see the suitcase or heard you sobbing last night. Do you think I don't care?

You felt like suffocating, in the shared bathroom with all the steam and he pressuring you against the door

-I..i am not..felling..good

You whispered

-Ya Y/N..Ya..

He helped you stand up as your sight began to darken

He opened the door and took you on the bed, you saw his worried eyes while he was looking at your body, caressing your arms with his strong hands.

-Are you ok?

-Yea..It was too hot in there

-I'll bring some cold water

You couldn't answer as he disappeared behind the door, coming back a few second later with a glass of iced tea

-Maybe some sugar will help you

-Thanks

You drank a bit of it while he sat next to you, looking at you like you were going to disappear in any moment

-I am sorry

-It was just the heat

-No..I mean..for everything, disappearing..the fights. Do you think it would be better to brake up?

Your heart stopped, you heard the glass falling on the floor but you couldn't move, you were froze.

-Ya Y/N are you ok? Aish..I'll just clean this ok? Don't walk cause there are glasses everywhere ok?

You looked at his back while he was leading to the kitchen, your legs started to move by themselves and you didn't care about the glasses on the floor. You reached for him and started crying hugging him from behind before he could leave the room.

His hands held yours as he turned around, he looked at you and kissed your head. You had no idea of how much you missed his touch, his kisses.

He then cupped your face and you could see tears in his eyes

-I am so sorry, you know that I love you right?

-I missed you so much

You reached for his face and kissed him while you run your hand through his hair

He lifted you and bring you on the bed, his hand running on your body as he kissed every inch of your skin, like he wanted to mark you as his.

You couldn't stop staring at him while he was sleeping next to you, both of you covered just with the bed sheet.

-You're creepy girl

-Sorry

He opened his eyes and smiled at you

-I'll go and brush my teeth now

-Mmm

He softly kiss your forehead and left.

-Ya Y/N

-What?

-Let's start over, ok? No more dramas or fights..just us

-Yes

-I promise I won't hurt you again, I promise to love you and show it to you

-I will do the same

-Are you sure you want to?

-I am, I want to stay with you as long as I can, even if you are messy, arrogant and rarely at home.

-Ya

You giggled and sit on the bed, covering your body with the sheets

-Marry me then

-What?

Your eyes widened, was he being serious?

-Marry the messy, arrogant and rarely at home me and stay with me forever

Once again you were froze as he kept looking at you, standing with his boxers in front of the bed

-Marry me, I am being serious

-Really?

He reached for the night table next to the bed and opened the drawer

-Aish you wanted this?

He asked while opening a little blue box and giving it to you, there was a ring..an engagement one in it.

-So..are you going to marry me or not?

Your hand cupped his face and you softly kissed his lips, then you hugged him as you started ti sob

-I know it's a bit old.. it's been there for a few months now..but we can change it If you don't like it

-You shout up a bit and hug me

He did as you said, skin to skin, heart to heart

-Y/N.. it's ok if you don't want to

He whispered in your ears

-Pabo

You faced him and put your forehead against his

-I want you to be my messy, arrogant and rarely at home husband

[ladyamelia-whitfield-blog]

HELLO LOVELIES!! ;D As said in my post in the ooc blog, here’s a bio on Amelia and as I’ve also mentioned,  I’m a huge plot-whore, so do come on over and IM me if y’all wanna plot a  connection/anything with Amelia here or LIKE this post and I’ll come to ya instead!!~<3

So damn excited to be heree and I can’t wait to  rp and get to know everyone of u soon!!:D~<3 <3

So she’s the only child ( so far for now,as idk yet whether I want her to have any older siblings or not) to the a high-ranking Duke and Duchess in Bearoria, the kingdom where she had been  born in , grew up in and where she stayed & called home for many years till she was married off to a Duke in Dracborough (when she was 20)

I kinda have it that her family was always invited to the royal court whenever there was an event or function happening there or  even invited to stay there a few times over the years due to her family’s position and possibly her parents being good family friends with the King and Queen.

As it was during her time spent in the royal court was when she bumped into and became friends with Emrys’s, the adopted son of the royal physician there, when she was 5 and he, 7.  Their friendship grew greatly over the years  and evolved into a very close one whereby they eventually even became besties.

Her personality is that of a kind, warm, calm, mature and wise lady, who's also well-mannered and socially graceful as well as keeping in with social etiquette expected of her when she's out in public but she's humble so she doesn't mind making friends with anyone of any societal ranking.  And at times she may be quite compliant to her family's wishes except of course when it comes to who she makes friends with or who she chooses to help cos she simply cannot agree on her familiy's elitiist or classist views. She also knows how to speak out for others if she sees something unjust being done but she'll do it in a direct , mature way.

Eventho, she accepts the way that most of them are living in male-dominated society plus she does abide to society's protocols while conducting herself in public, she internally however, doesn’t feel that the whole situation is really fair to women but then what can she do about it ? Except to sometimes try to defend a poor helpless woman if she comes across any men abusing them.  She doesn't really see women being any lesser than men in terms of intelligence and all that stuff, but she just remains calm about it and currently now as a lady she  just keeps those thoughts to herself and isn't an activist or anything tho she might voice her thoughts to Emrys if he eventually tries to get all unbearable in his views of male superiority (that's when she's gonna knock some sense into him again as she has tried to do during their childhood)

Over their many years of friendship, both Emrys and her  then very slowly , gradually and subconsciously fell for each other.  And they both kinda realized it one day when they were each individually self-reflecting on their own but then decided to suppress those feelings as they were afraid that the other might not reciprocate those feelings. Thus,  they didn’t  confess to each other their romantic feels as they both didn’t want to potentially lose or risk the great friendship they had going on that time.

But then one day, early in her 20th year, she found out that her parents were going to get her married off to son of a duke (an old family friend) in another kingdom due to a couple of social/financial advantages and she became utterly dismayed and against that idea.  Cos eventho she had thought of the possiblity that her parents might set her up for an arranged marriaged in the future, she kinda hoped that it would to be someone she could have a bit of romantic feelings for or at least she could potentially she herself falling for him or even the possibilty that her parents might let her have a small say in the choosing of suitors? BUT unfortunately, her now-arranged betrothed was someone she just couldn’t muster any romantic feelings for no matter how hard she had tried when they had met a few times before in the past and she had only come to tolerate him as a friendly acquaintance and nothing more.

So she tried to negotiate with her parents to not marry this guy or at least find someone else of equal stature which they felt was required but unfortunately for poor her, her parents were strongly adamant and wanted to see this particular marriage through, for their own selfish reasons. Thus, broken-hearted and helpless Amelia then felt very down as she could see herself ending up with a lifelong loveless marriage with her future husband as they had  very little in common & didn’t really connect that much and plus she’s secretly quite the romantic at heart.  Feeling a lil  depressed , she then calls upon Emrys and asks him to come out for a night out with her in the in the city. When they were finally out in the town, she then tells him that she wants to do something impulsive and wild for once in her life and he either supports her and stay by her side tonight or just go away, as this was her last night of freedom before having to be shackled into a loveless marriage as she was shipping out tomorrow to meet her fiance & start the engagement & wedding arrangements. (this whole wedding/ quick arranged marriage ordeal is making her act a lil uncharacteristically that night XD) She then  proceeds to drown her sorrows by drinking in a small inn, something she has never done before in her life(!) and  pours out the story of her sudden engagement & woes about her future marriage to Emrys.  While listening, he then tries to reason with her & stop her from drinking to no avail.

As a last bid-attempt, he then snatches a few pints from her and chugs them down himself.   She then gets mad at him and then they struggle a lil bit while shouting at each other which included   vague and heavily hinted sentences abt their romantic feels for one another  They then stop struggling upon recognizing some sort of romantic/heat/sexual chemistry was happening between them atm, and they oops, slept  together and have one night of unbridled pent-up passion XD And early next morning, despite feeling slightly awkward abt what had transpired between them the night before, she & he, both didn’t speak much except to quickly and say their goodbyes and she left after a tight hug.

She then only finds out some weeks later, on the eve of her wedding day, that she was  pregnant with Emrys’s child! She then  decides that there’s no way she can get married now because she doesn’t want to lie to her future husband that she’s pregnant with another man’s baby as well as she doesn’t want to bring terrible shame on her family name cos she def wants to raise the child lovingly & properly, so she impulsively decides to run away? Thus she leaves a letter explaining everything except for the identity of her baby daddy and scrams, but during her getaway , she accidentally gets into a very minor accident and hit her head very hard. So went she wakes up, she’s an amnesiac of some kind and her head is utterly empty of who she is and stuff? Her family then successfully finds her and selfishly decides with her groom, that they keep the secret of her being pregnant with another man’s baby from her and do their best to restore all her other memories about her life including planting a couple of fake ones like she’s currently in love with her groom and she’s having his baby as they had slept together before the wedding :P So the poor girl believes them cos really, what else is she to think?XD  And thus gets married and lives with her husband in Dracborough.  She then has the baby which is a girl and falls in love with her so much so her daughter is the biggest sunshine in her life rn? And then gradually over the next 5 years, she eventually  gets most of her memories back except for that one night that happened between her and emrys XD . And currently her relationship with her husband is distant and def not so good cos she just can’t seem to fall in love with him eventho she tries her best and she also doesn’t like him very much as a person as he has some ugly character traits she dislikes. And he in turn, is currently pissed at her cos she doesn’t love him after all this time, he’s a lil possesive of her and despite wanting her to love him back, he’s also half-hating her for having another man’s kid and them unable to produce any kids together despite them trying sometimes. (she’s secretly dreads their time in bed together as she doesn’t love him nor feel anything for him). Plus, she’s very unhappy about the fact that he seems to dislike, or if she didn’t  know any better, she would say he hates“their daughter” and is pretty cold and distant with the poor lil gurl and so Amelia just concludes that it’s  probably some sexist thing he has going on that he prefers to have male heirs and probs views girls as lesser beings or something. So she’s also kinda secretly angry at him too for treating “their” daughter so.

So right now, she does remember Emrys very well as all their great friendship history, and the fact that she had (or maybe still might have? ;) ) suppressed romantic feelings for him  but she just doesn’t  remember that eventful night at all…yet.

I’LL TRY TO COME UP WITH A PLOTS PAGE SOON, BUT I WOULD SO LOVE TO HAVE AS MANY CONNECTIONS BETWEEN AMELIA AND ALL OF YOUR LOVELY MUSES, GUYS, SO DO HMU / LIKE THIS POST!! <3~<3