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juliedrawz · 2 years

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Cancíon de Vida

Summary: Héctor's afterlife had been traversed by tragedies until one fateful night on Dia de los Muertos in the year 2017 changed it all. Not only his road to recovery begins. While Miguel is trying his best to bring justice to his great-great-grandfather, unknown mysteries start to unwrap themselves. Things that will not only impact and completely change Héctor's life forever. What if some things aren't quite the way they seem? And how do you pick up your existence after so much hurt?

Main Characters: Héctor, Imelda, Ernesto, Ceci, (Miguel)

Rating: M

A/N: A very special thanks to my besties who have been the first to support me, are regulary beta-reading and keeping up with the insane rollercoaster of emotions, which is this journey of writing that book. I love you guys ❤ - Will I keep tweaking? Perhaps? I don’t know ... before I print the thing I surely will but that’s in the future. (I will only print it for myself and a few special persons I will choose later on!)

~ Prologue ~

With a cry and a twirl of glowing marigold petals, Miguel was gone.

The Rivera family stood frozen in shock, watching the scene in front of them with great sorrow. Each of them held their very own emotion deep inside. It was painful, all of it. Both, the newly found knowledge and the situation they were in. The man they had been told to hate and forget, had all along been innocent and was now about to fade away. It felt like a cruel joke, a sick twist of fate. Each of them wished that there would be something that they could do but there was nothing. Their only hope now was Miguel. If he would succeed, Héctor would live. But most likely, that was too late.

“Héctor!” Imelda clutched her husband’s hand tighter, voice heavy with desperation and panic, “Please hold on! You have to hold on! Don’t leave me again! I cannot li-”

“Imelda,” with the last strength he could bring up, he lifted his hand to her left cheekbone, “it’s ok!”

“No!” she choked, lips trembling, “nothing’s ok! You are fading and it’s my fault!”

“No! Don’t blame yourself! I ... I don’t want you to!”

“But it’s true!” she wailed, “all my life I’ve thought ... I’ve believed this lie and I should have known better! I should have known that you would never abandon me!”

Héctor managed a small smile. His eyes were filled with so much love, it drove daggers into her spiritual heart. How could he just forgive her that easily after all she’d done?

“I‘m so, so sorry Imelda!” He said. Deep regret and sadness in each of his words. “I should have never left Santa Cecilia, I - Augh!” Another painful seizure of orange, glowing light, shook him.

“Héctor!” Imelda cried, bending down further, “No! No, no, no, please!” tears welled up in her eyes. “Please! Please ... you have to hold on a bit longer! Miguel will-”

He turned his head back to her, taking deep, heavy, rattling breaths. “It was my dream to make music and share it with the world once. But I never left because I wanted fame. I left because I wanted to provide for my family. You and Coco!”

“I know! I know.” Imelda moved his hand to her lips, letting the first tears fall. Normally, she wasn’t the kind of woman who would cry easily, and usually, her pride would keep her from succumbing to it. But ever since her husband hadn’t returned, she had cried more than she had ever thought she could. All in secret. Even in the land of the dead. Never had she let her family catch her but now was different. Now she didn’t care anymore who saw her. “I ... I was so heartbroken a-and angry and blind!” She sobbed, “Oh Héctor, I should have listened to you earlier! If only I-”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re here now!” Héctor tried to push himself to smile again but with each second, he felt weaker. He wanted to hide how bad he actually felt. Awfully tired and brittle. He knew he was seconds away from fading. He could feel it. Yes, he wished he could have seen his daughter one more time and spent more time with his beloved wife and family. Yes, he didn’t want to fade and yes, he was scared. But through it all, he also felt confident. He knew that everything would be fine, even with him gone. Who knew, eventually, whatever awaited him would one day reunite him and his wife, his soulmate, his one true love. “I love you, Imelda. More than anything! - Argh!” His body shook and glowed worse than all the times before and his face scrunched up in pain while the sun climbed higher and higher over the couple’s shoulders.

“No!” Imelda pushed her hands under her husband’s back, pulling him onto her lap. “I love you too! I’ve never and I will never stop loving you!”

The brightest smile Héctor had smiled in the past decades spread on his lips. “You ... you forgive me then?”

“I already have!” She leaned down to touch his forehead with hers. “Though there is nothing to forgive! You did everything right, mi amor!”

“When Coco arrives ... tell her ... tell her I’m sorry! Tell her ... how much I love her!” He received a nod.

“I will! I promise you, I will!”

“I’m glad. At least I get to see you one last ... time.” With a deep breath, Héctor’s eyes closed, his smile faded, his body faltered and the markings on his skull started glowing faintly.

“No!” Imelda cried, “No!”

The sun had risen over their heads. Her warm, golden light stretched out over the horizon and illuminated the whole backstage.

“Héctor?” Imelda whispered hoarsely, “mi vida?”

He didn’t respond anymore and with the silence, Imelda felt a cold come over her that she had never felt before. A pain spread through her whole being, worse than any wound. Worse than any pain she had ever felt. A crushing sensation that took her breath away. It burned and choked her. She couldn’t bear to watch her true love fade, so she pulled him closer to her chest, hugged him tightly, and then let out a bone-chilling, heart-wrenching wail. A scream full of sorrow and grief. A cry that mirrored all her frustration, her anger, her bitterness, her hurt, her desperation, and her regret. But mostly, her pain of losing him.

Oscar and Felipe turned their heads away. It was too painful to watch their sister bawl over her, soon-to-be-gone, husband. Rosita and Victoria comforted each other by hugging while Julio just placed his hand on his daughter’s lower arm. There was nothing they could do or say.

By now the sun had risen entirely. Time passed and each second felt like an awful eternity. Imelda didn’t dare to move or look. Too strong were her grief and pain. There were no words that could describe how much she hated herself at that moment. How much she wanted to turn back time and reverse her mistakes. And if it only was for the time Héctor had first found her and aimed to explain himself.

He had been overjoyed to see her. He had run up to her, picked her up, and spun her around. And what had she done? Before he could even try to explain himself, she had smashed her boot into his face so hard, it had sent his head flying straight across the street. Then she had yelled at him and had called him all kinds of ugly names. Her heart had broken into yet another thousand pieces, even though she had believed it couldn’t break any further. Each time and each year she had chased him away. Oftentimes not only with her boot but with Pepita, and he was presistant. Deep down, she was well aware that she didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help herself. No matter how hard she had tried to suppress the feeling that something wasn’t right, she couldn’t. She had tried to ignore it, tried to forget it, forget him. She had tried to hate him with all her might but she never could. He was her amor verdadero, her true love. She could never hate nor forget him. But forgetting was just what was killing him a second time.

Imelda had also thought that she had time. That had been her biggest mistake up to this day. She had thought that she had enough time to eventually, one day, find the courage to jump over her pride and hear him out. That’s when Miguel had come. It had been a wink of fate. He had solved the problem and unveiled the whole truth and all that in one night. And now that she’d finally realized the truth, now that she had the chance to get her husband back, it was too late.

“Urgh ...”

Her thoughts got interrupted by a weak groan that came from below. Immediately Imelda’s eyes shot down, finding her husband still in her arms, leaning against her chest. He hadn’t faded? He was still here? Coco remembered? “Héctor?” She breathed, a glimmer of relief tingling in her chest as she blinked tears. “Héctor?”

The heads of her family turned back around, gaping in astonishment. Another groan followed and his eyes slowly opened.

“Héctor!” Imelda repeated, still in shock.

His eyes lifted, an expression of pure confusion followed, “Imelda? Am I dead? Is this heaven?”

“You are dead but ...” She blinked, confused herself, “not faded. Coco she ...”

“Remembered me!” Héctor beamed. “Our Miguelito made it!”

“He did!” She started beaming as well, laughing in relief.

Héctor’s eyes opened further. As he realized his position, they trailed down to his wife’s chest on which she had him pressed and he grinned. As soon as she noticed, she pushed him away with an offended gasp. That Fool. The nerve he had. There he had been at the edge of Nirvana and the first thing he did after surviving that, was boldly and shamelessly flirting with her. He didn't need words. And she hated herself for liking it.

“Ay!” he dropped down full force, bones clattering on the ground.

“Dios, I’m sorry! Are you hurt?” Her gasp was drowned out by Héctor’s laughter, which got her angry again and at the same time filled her with indescribable happiness. “Stop laughing, tonto! You almost faded!”

“I know!” He winced as she pushed his shoulder, causing her to flinch away and straight up apologize a second time. He chuckled once more before growing serious again. “I’m still here.”

“Sí.” she crossed her arms.

“Now what?” Lifting himself into a sitting position, he felt his chest and then looked at her expectantly.

Now what? His question caught her off guard, just as the loud cheering of her family behind them. Suddenly an overjoyed Dante came rushing toward them. Heckling, he leaped between the couple, licking Héctor’s skull and hands wildly.

“Ah! Dante, no! Stop it!” He laughed, trying to twist himself free. But Dante didn’t think of stopping. Instead, he turned around and ran his tongue over Imelda’s face next. She tried to push him off but to no avail.

“Augh! No, not me!” She groaned.

Dante wagged his tail back and front seemingly in lightspeed, causing funny sounds on the couple’s bones. He kept on licking Imelda until she was finally able to push him off. “Enough!” She told him strictly. Intimidated, he retreated to the side, causing her to topple forward, crashing onto her husband’s chest.

His laughing got exchanged with his goofy grin. “Still falling for me, eh?”

Imelda’s mouth opened, closed, opened, and closed again. She was certain that if she still had skin, she would have blushed furiously. That foolish grin that had made her fall in love with him in the first place all those years ago, made the tingling feeling in the area where her stomach had been, reappear. Then, as soon as the grin had come, it vanished again. Now his expression was entirely different. His pupils enlarged as he gave her a look of absolute adoration. It had been decades since she had looked that deep into his eyes. Quickly she shook herself out of her trance and scrambled away from him.

Sighing, she got up, holding out a hand for Héctor to take. He hesitated for a moment, searched in her eyes if it was really ok, and then took her hand, letting himself get pulled up. Suddenly shy and bashful again both looked away. Héctor‘s brow-bones furrowed and his right hand grabbed his left arm like he always used to do when he became flustered. Imelda on the other hand pressed her lips together and wrung her hands. Words itching to be spoken but left in silence.

Felipe and Óscar both wanted nothing more than to run to them and hug them but they kept themselves from doing so. It was still weird after all those years. They had never truly believed that Héctor had left their sister on purpose but running up to him now seemed inappropriate. Rosita and Victoria just as much as Julio kept away as well. None of them dared to come too close to the couple. Or Héctor for that matter.

Héctor thought. He wondered how things were now between him and his wife. They had somewhat reconciled but that was because both had thought that he was about to vanish to dust. Now he was alive. Well, as alive as one could call it.

“Erm ...” he dared a glance to the side, finding his wife looking just as emotionally conflicted as he himself. “Imelda?” His voice was reduced to an unsure whisper.

Just as she was about to say something, Pepita came flying back above their heads. Circling for a moment, she landed right next to her master. Her big head instantly turned to Héctor, her pupils became slits and she lowered herself down, stalking towards him just like she had moments ago with Ernesto.

Gritting his teeth, Héctor slowly walked backward, lifting his hands in defense. “Uh, Pepita? You’re not angry with me anymore, are you? Nice kitty! ... Good kitty? Please don’t eat me!” He lifted his arms to shield himself.

“Pepita! Déjalo ser!” Imelda demanded but this time her alebrije didn’t listen. She kept walking until she stood right in front of Héctor, who grimaced and leaned away.

Fearful he closed his eyes and waited for the biggest, most rough, and wet tongue to swoop over his whole head. Wait ... tongue? Pepita licked Héctor with so much force, it lifted him a few inches from the ground, a deep, loud purr erupting in her chest as she looked at her owner’s mate with great satisfaction. Her lick had ruffled his, already messy hair and caused it to now stand in each possible direction.

Imelda couldn’t help but snort a laugh at her husband’s expression. A mixture of dumbstruck surprise and disgust. “Ay, mi amado tonto,” She said, still with amusement in her voice. “Vámonos a casa!”

#pixar coco #coco hector #héctor rivera #coco imelda #imelda rivera #cancíon de vida - prologue

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livia-dovehallow · 1 year

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Just wanting to send something for your birthday celebration if you have space :) can you write something with Will and Cecily? Anything you want, I don't have prompts. Headcanons about them would be nice too, if you don't have time for a drabble 🥹

Anything for you, Tweety, and I am sorry about the delay D:

This little drabble is based on a headcanon, so double-whammy for you! I have this headcanon that for a few weeks after the battle at Cadair Idris, Will and Cecily wore Familias runes to make sure they knew the other was all right. No idea if the way I'm going to portray the Familias rune is accurate or not (I know it's fairly well-covered in TDA but I like to think it has this following purpose, too). (Other fun fact, I wrote this piece AGES ago and your request reminded me of it. Welcome to the Maggie Archives).

A sudden, tugging pain shot through Will’s arm. With a surprised gasp, he ripped the sleeve of his shirt to find his Familias rune swelling. “Cecily,” Will breathed, the deep concern clear in his voice even to himself. He tumbled out of his seat, ignoring the stack of books that collapsed beside him, and rushed out into the hall toward Cecily’s bedroom.

As they frequently did, not only in the last few months but in the years since Ella’s death, countless scenarios of what was happening to Cecily ran through Will’s mind. Was she hurt? Is someone in her room? He was not quite expecting what he would find.

Will threw Cecily’s bedroom door open to find it still dark and empty inside, save for her small, sleeping figure in her bed, tucked underneath her sheets. The Familias rune on his arm still throbbed. “Cecy?” Will whispered, inching closer to her bed. “Are you awake?”

There was no response. As he got closer to his sister, Will heard the unfamiliar yet distinct sound of her whimpers. It had been years since he’d seen Cecily cry—when she had fallen off her horse’s saddle and scraped up her knee when she was six. The presence of tears rolling down her cheeks sent a fresh wave of worry through Will’s body. He kneeled beside her bed and carefully shook her shoulder. “Cecy,” he said a bit louder. “I’m here. It’s Will. You’re all right.”

Cecily’s eyes shot open. He expected her to react violently, to shove him away and threaten to kill him. Instead, her bright blue eyes shone with tears, making her appear like that young girl he remembered who always toddled after him. “Gwilym?”

Will swallowed his surprise. Her voice was soft and hopeful; so unlike the tone she took with him regularly. “Yes, I’m here,” he said.

“Am I awake?”

He squeezed her arm. “Yes, you’re awake. What were you dreaming that’s made you so upset?”

Cecily sat up and inhaled deeply. “Just a nightmare. I’m all right.”

“It was not just a nightmare,” Will replied, his eyebrows furrowed. “You do not cry easily, Cecily, and I felt it.”

Her eyes flickered to her arm, where her own Familias rune was drawn. Her shoulders fell, defeated. “I’m all right, Will. I’ve had this nightmares many times before.”

Will saw himself in his sister then; the way she attempted to hide the fear she had felt only moments before, the resistance to sharing what it was that kept her awake at night. Even the Marks on her skin had been a part of his own nightmares only a year before, and yet she wore them now with pride, as if they had been made especially for her. “How many times?” he asked. Cecily turned to him with a questioning glance. “How many times have you had these nightmares?”

Cecily visibly hesitated. Then, “Often.”

“For how long?”

“Five years.”

Will paused. This is my fault, he thought. Five years ago, Ella died. Five years ago, he left her in Wales without any goodbye or explanation. Five years ago, their father descended into alcohol and gambling. Five years ago, Cecily Herondale went from having two siblings to zero. “About Ella?” Will choked out after a long moment.

“Ella,” Cecily answered quietly, curling her arms around her knees pulled against her chest. “And you. And Mam and Dad.” Cecily sniffed, crying again, to Will’s further surprise. “I know you did everything you did for us,” she continued, “to keep us safe. I don’t blame you now. But for years I did, and I wondered what it was I did that made you want to leave. I did not even learn what really happened to Ella until after Mam and Dad returned from London to bring you home.”

“Without me,” Will whispered.

Cecily nodded. “Mam cried nearly all the time. Dad turned to the drinks. What did I have? Two empty rooms that once belonged to my brother and sister and no one to talk to. I was scared and alone. That’s when the nightmares began.”

Will stood from the ground and lowered himself instead in the open space of Cecily’s bed at her feet. His heart was full of pain and regret, but he reminded himself that everything he has ever done was for the people he loved. That fact would never stop being his truth. “And now? Why are you still having them now?”

“I don’t know,” Cecily said, then sniffed again. “I miss Mam and Dad. Perhaps that is why.”

“I miss them, too,” Will agreed. “But I am glad you are here.”

It was Cecily’s turn to look surprised. “You are?”

Will smiled sadly. “I am. I know I was not when you first arrived, but I had forgotten what it felt like to have my family with me.”

“You said the Institute was your family now.”

“They are,” Will said, and leaned forward to squeeze Cecily’s hand. “But you said it yourself. You are my sister by blood. That is the feeling I had forgotten. I am glad you are here, Cecy, because no one else here knows the memories I have of Wales. No one else here speaks Welsh. No one here knew Ella.”

Fresh tears fell down Cecily’s pale cheeks, illuminated by the dim glow of the witchlights from the hallway. “I miss her, too.”

Will felt a tear fall from his own cheek, dripping onto his exposed forearm. “You look just like her and Mam,” he forced out. “Sometimes, when I’m missing them especially hard, I look at you and feel that familiarity. So, yes, I am glad you are here with me because not only do I have my little sister by my side everyday, but I have my elder sister and my mother as well.”

Cecily smiled. “I do believe that is the nicest thing you have ever said to me.”

Will grinned devilishly. “Don’t get used to it.” She squeezed his hand back.

“Will you stay with me until I fall back asleep?” Cecily asked. “Like Dad used to do.”

Without a word, Will crawled forward next to Cecily, laid back against the pillows, and opened his arms. Cecily bundled up her blankets and curled up, her head tucked into the curve of his shoulder. “I won’t leave you again, Cecy. I promise.”

“Well, I do hope you will leave a bit when I marry Gabriel,” Cecily mumbled.

“Never say those words to me again.”

…

“Will?”

Will blinked, the flickering of a candle in the doorway slowly coming into focus. Once the blur of color turned into a person, Will smiled. Tessa stood in her evening robe, her brown hair braided neatly over her shoulder. “Is Cecily all right?” she whispered.

He glanced down at the sleeping figure of his sister curled into his side, fast asleep. The tears had long since dried on her cheeks, and she breathed evenly with no sign of agitation. He looked back up at Tessa and nodded. Nightmare, he mouthed to her.

Tessa nodded. “Are you going to go to bed soon? You look exhausted.”

Cecily stirred, burrowing further into her blankets, before relaxing again, her mouth hanging slightly open. Will shook his head. “I’ll stay here tonight,” he whispered. “You know, make sure Cecy stays asleep and all.”

Tessa smiled. “All right, then. Goodnight, you two.”

#maggie answers #luciehercndale #cecily herondale #will herondale #tsc fic request #tid era herondale siblings #reading this back i'm quite proud of it #maggie's birthday celebration

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curse-of-rose · 6 years

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I fixed it

#ceci it's your fault #fabrizio moro #metamorodiscord #just don't send him to er again pls #but hmmmm.... doctor meta 👀👀👀

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hxuse-xf-black · 3 years

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Victoire, to Fred II & James Sirius: Ceci est toute votre faute.

Fred II: We know, we know.

Molly II: You speak French?

James Sirius: No, we just know the phrase 'this is all your fault' in every language she speaks.

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jangofctts · 4 years

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Mirrored Heart (captain rex x fem!reader)

rated: 18+ explicit

word count: 5.6k

warnings: smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampies, fingering, blow jobs, clone space racism?

a/n: ANYWAY HERE IT IS. ive had this draft saved since like a year ago and just now finished it. anyway kwjrkejh here YALL GO. also thank you @jango-fettish FOR LETTING ME BORROW SYRENA

It's curious.

Well, you, as a whole are curious—completely outside the realm of what Rex considers normal. As far as senators go, that is.

You're grumpy for one—worse than Skywalker and far more snide than Kenobi—a near gargantuan task bordering impossible. Wit and cleverness come to you easier than breathing, but it's your unwavering kindness towards himself and his brothers that sticks out like a blaster burn against alabaster white walls.

He passed it off as a joke—some sort of mockery. Rex’s existence has been full of them. The past year it’s been made glaringly clear as to what the clones are to the people of the republic—tools. Mindless war machines dressed with flesh and bone, heart and sinew instead of durasteel and a circuitboard. Humanity has been skimmed over with excuses and debates over the hollow argument that clones were created for the sole purpose of war—nothing more. Ignorance is bliss when you are not the one fighting tooth and nail for petty skirmishes and the survival of your family.

Ithyea, your home monarchal planet, is a newer member of the Galatic Republic—one of the firsts to advocate for clone rights—cutting through each argument with the steel headed javelin of hope and determination. Controversial in the eyes of the galaxy but no less than true. Yet with controversy, comes chaos.

Wedged between Takodana and the Cerean Reach hyperspace lane—it’s an essential key to accessing more neutral space sectors without stepping on any toes. While the planet does mirror the size of a larger than average moon, there’s nothing but grandeur with the cutting edge advances in space travel and military innovations. An arts district too, one that’s presented multiple times for the Senate apparently. Rex has yet to see it. It’s an easy guess as to why Ithyea has gone under pointed attacks from the Separatists—it’d be foolish not to try.

And of course comes the intergalactic mess of politics. You are not Ithyea’s first senator. Or second…or third. Just in the last six months, three of your predecessors have been picked off—two disappearances and a suspicious poisoning sandwiched between them. Which sides these assassinations stem from is anybody’s guess—a mix of both perhaps—all to silence and stamp the voice of your people out.

Heavy are the shoulders that wear those abhorrent senatorial robes, and Maker did it take some convincing for another Ithyean to step to the chopping block. It’s just…no one thought it’d be you. The infamous captain of King Arrian Felian’s elite guard—trained in combat levels high enough to contend some of those within the ranks of the Jedi Order. When your name comes up in conversation, it certainly doesn’t scream diplomacy.

Rex is not surprised that you hold the current record of Ithyean senators for surviving the longest. Evading an astonishing two attempts on your life by the skin of your teeth. You were just downright lucky the third assassin missed their mark. Sure, the blade of Syrena Aster skimmed the right side of your cheek and left behind a nasty scar to remember her by, but kriff—even with your background and low levels of public presence, you’re a high priced target. Whoever placed an order with the Heretics, really wants to see you six feet under.

Rex hasn’t been given the full report on exactly who the Heretics are—a rag tag bunch of untrained Force users and skilled assassins from what he’s gathered—but regardless, this attack is just the beginning. Until the Senate and the Jedi are able to retract the price on your head, you’re stuck under protective custody. Usually ushered away into the Jedi Temple or tagging along with General Kenobi and Skywalker. Despondently, no matter the circumstances of your protection, it can’t shield you from the dreadful invitations to senatorial luncheons.

And yes, you tried to slip by for this one.

You don't brush elbows with other senator’s like many of the members in the Jedi Order and your own cohort do. In fact, you actively avoid even speaking to them unless necessary, let alone stand in the same room with seven of them. Odd for an elected official of diplomacy such as yourself to be so cold shouldered—Rex would think senators wanted to mingle.

It's curious because you're standing in plain sight and yet no one pays you any passing thought. General Kenobi and Skywalker hold the majority of their attentions, shoulders already taught with exasperation at keeping everyone from tearing out each other's throats for, kriffing five minutes. Yet you...you are completely at ease, leaning up against a stone pillar, observing the unfolding chaos from afar with a keen eye.

Before Rex realizes he's stepping towards your position, you glance over and dip your chin in greeting. The ghost of a smirk pulls at your normally grim facade—his heart skips. "Captain."

"Senator," he mimics, posting himself to your right. There’s still a thin, healing scab from the assassin’s blade that extends from the swell of your cheek to your ear. Ouch. “Enjoying the evening?"

You snort. "Hardly enjoying it, Rex."

Stars—you shouldn't be allowed to say his name. Your words are razor-sharp like a jagged vibroblade, meant to jab and pierce through armor—tear a person to pieces without having to lift a finger. Everything about you is rough, gritty, brutal, unbecoming of what a senator should be, but—

You mouth his name, purring out the singular syllable with such tenderness that it's like a punch to the gut.

It's hard to swallow and he needs to clear his throat—an embarrassing act on his part, but your attention has already returned back towards the meandering senators. "How d'you mean?"

"Well," you sigh, "let's just say smalltalk isn’t my strong suit."

"Aren't you senators s'pposed to like diplomacy n' such?"

Your thumb smoothes over your bottom lip in thought as you shrug. "Diplomacy? Sure. Politicians? Can’t say I like them. I just—"

You wave your hand around, gesturing vaguely to the crowd. "I just don't understand why they can't say what they mean. Telling someone to have a nice day shouldn't entail certain death, y'know?"

"Speaking from experience?" He teases, gently prying into that harder than beskar wall you've created for yourself. There's fissions in your foundation and he means to tear it down all for just a mere scrap of information.

Your eyes flick over, your lips curling into a vulpine grin. “Perhaps...Though, it was partially my fault, I have to admit.”

“You’ll have to tell me the story sometime, Senator.”

You nod. “Yes, one day—when there aren’t so many political ears jumping at the chance of gossip.”

A swell of laughter interrupts your chat, your attention gravitating to Obi-Wan—ever the charmer with the crowds. The end of your mouth pulls into a frown as you sigh and carefully scratch at your brow with the back of your thumb. Rex might be pulling at straws, but what he mistook as you being standoffish may just be your nerves. Socially awkward and flustered when speaking in such an intimate setting.

Rex’s first instinct is to reach out and place a hand over your shoulder in comfort, but he’s not sure how you’ll respond to the touch. Flip him over your shoulder probably—

Instead he forces himself to jumpstart the conversation—something to distract from your anxieties. “I hope you don’t mind me asking—“ His heart beat kicks up into a flurry of wild beats as you turn you head. “What uh..wh—did you want to become a senator?”

He likes it when you smile—like you’re letting him on some sort of coy secret. You shift your weight and shrug. “The king asked me personally. I’m flattered he thinks I’m clever enough—insulted he sends me to these abysmal gatherings like some sort of show pony.”

Rex chuckles. “Yeah, can’t say I like ‘em either.”

“Although…” Your thumb runs over your lip again, a sparkle of mischief igniting behind your eyes. “As a senator, I do get the occasional tidbit of gossip. Here, I’ll catch you up—“

The captain startles when you snatch his elbow and yank him closer. Maker he’s glad for his helmet because your lips brush against his earpiece as he leans down to reach your height.

“Look." You whisper, nodding casually in the direction of a particularly young senator with a shock of white hair. She's swathed in a pool of royal blue silk, much too large for her tiny frame, and all but hanging off Skywalker's arm with glittered nails filed into points. "That is Senator Ceci Paare of Corellia. She looks innocent, no?"

She does. Wide, crystalline green eyes stare up at the Jedi Knight as a pretty giggle escapes past her ruby painted lips. Skywalker grimaces.

"I quite like her," you continue with a sly grin. "Even if she does try to influence public opinion by an invitation to bed."

There's no time to process as you focus in on an older man. His hazy blue skin, ash white lips and vermillion green eyes cut an almost nightmarish profile, accentuated by mountains of black robes. Rex can’t recall what planet the senator represents. The senator holds his head stiffer than rebar to keep the ornate golden circlet from slipping off, his white lips curling in distaste as Orn Free Taa of Ryloth places a meaty hand over his slender shoulder.

"He is Lord Tal’en Sol Ra'ah. Cunning, but sympathetic to the pleasures of gambling."

It's a game to you—of perceptions and nuances only a trained eye can roll over. Rex expects nothing less. This sort of thing has been hammered into the very essence of your being since you were little—reading an enemy before they can strike. It works on politicians marvelously well.

Truth be told Rex should be paying more attention—but the closeness of your face to his helmet is maddening. His heart twists and coils as your bare hand skims along his gloved one—kriff. He’s not gonna make it before he bursts into a thousand little pieces.

Rex’s spell of lovesick yearning recedes as you swear under your breath. It was only a matter of time before someone approached your little corner.

"Oh, Maker save me," you hiss under your breath as a young Mirialan saunters over, the swatches of rich red and brilliant gold accentuate his violet skin like a bloody bruise. "Pretend you're speaking with me."

"I am speaking with you," Rex snorts.

Your hand waves in dismissal as your brows stitch together, hands balling into fists. Your jaw clenches as the senator in question puts on a dazzling smile. You look downright panicked. Rex has witnessed you face down numerous senators older than dirt and close to blowing away in the wind with plucky fervor, assassination attempts, being held captive, and you're frightened…by this?

This is too good.

Rex has half a mind to help you, wheel you away from your little predicament, but his intrigue with seeing your oh-so-solid resolve crumble is much too valuable and entertaining to pass up. He's going to remember this for years.

"Rex."

"Senator," he mimics, not at all frightened by your poisonous glare. "Some diplomacy might do you good."

You begin to snarl out a threat but are decidedly cut off by your object of horror planting himself before your hiding spot. You cower into the corner like a boxed in loth-cat. "Ah, my favorite Ithyean! I had begun to worry you would not make it, my dear friend."

"Senator Lin," you sigh. The smile you offer is tight and thin; a nervous one much in the same way one would be if presented with a box of toenails for a birthday gift. “How pleasant to see you."

Senator Lin’s deep violet lips part with an easy smile. He waves a hand in dismissal, his silver rings glinting in the warm lighting. "Please—call me Toluka. No need to bother with such formalities between companions."

Rex suddenly understands your trepidation with the Mirialan—he’s slimy. And, not to mention, not at all ashamed with the lecherous looks as his eyes sweep down your body. Rex clenches his teeth and folds his arms behind his back. He’s regretting not heeding your warning now…

Try as you might through brutal small talk and chilly answers, Senator Lin refuses to take the hint. A dark plume of venom green lashes through Rex’s chest as the Mirialan places a friendly hand over your shoulder. You grimace as Rex bristles and glares through the visor of his helmet.

Senator Lin’s lips pull into a gaudy smile as he glances at Rex and then at you.“My dear, don’t you know? It’s not worth wasting your time with a clone. After all, they’re all the same person. How boorish—come join us at the table.”

Your teeth bite into your cheek as your temper, like the silver of blade through the darkness, cuts through your steely irises. With poised nonchalance, you lift your hand and pinch Senator’s Lin’s fingers between your own and pry them off your shoulder. “Is that so?”

“Your campaign, valuable as it may be,” Lin continues, “is a useless endeavor. They are not our equals and never will be--you must know that."

Rex forces himself to remain calm—collected and certainly not imaging a thousand and one ways he’d like to see his fist breaking the fragile bones of the senator’s face.

"Fine buttons stitched upon your shoulders do not compel your worth, Senator,” the harshness of your words is a blow straight to Lin’s ego. His well-groomed brows furrow drastically as his tongue struggles to play catch up and find words to repair his shattered pride.

There’s no chance for Senator Lin to regain his footing as your snatch Rex’s wrist and sweep him out into the hall. Rex can feel your anger roll off of you in waves, frighting and holding the same caliber of roaring waves thundering against black, craggy rocks. It’s a miracle the night didn’t end with your hands wrapped around the senator’s throat or a blaster shot through the chest.

When you reach the lower halls of the cruise ship is when you release Rex’s wrist. You pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers and release a long, dramatic sigh.

"You are worth far more than that pompous ass," you say with enough edge to slice through a droideka's shields. "He has no right to say those things to you."

“It’s alright,” Rex soothes, placing a hand over your bristling shoulder. “I’ve heard worse.”

Your features scrunch up into a wince. “That...that doesn’t mean you have to suffer through more of it, Rex.”

Sighing, you run a hand through your hair and loosen the heavy outer robes strung around your shoulders. You shrug out of them and fold the thick swaths of fabric over you arm—revealing the under layers of your uniform. You toss the bundle of fabric to the floor with a disgusted grimace and sit on the cargo crate closest to your left.

“Really—it’s ok.” Rex assures again. “I—“

You hold up a hand and shake your head. His mouth snaps shut. “I won’t hear it. To me you are nothing short of perfect and I refuse to argue about it. Maker knows I already do that for a kriffing living.”

There’s a fragile lull in the hollow space—the distant chatter of voices and strange music collecting in the corners. You stand once again, toe to toe with the Captain and there it is again, that elated pitter patter of his heart thrumming through his veins. The nerves of being so close to you—you sweet face and not being able to touch you.

“Let me see your face.”

His hands come up to the edges of his helmet without hesitation, a hiss of hair escaping the seal once he pries it off. You smile and take a step closer until the only thing separating you and him is his helmet.

Rex’s eyes flutter shut, leaning into your hand you gingerly place over his jaw. “I wish the entire galaxy could see you through my eyes,” you whisper, the warmth of your soft palm radiating out and warming his entire body.

It’s a matchstick to kerosene—his helmet clatters to the ground and there’s only a second to spare as both hands move to cup his cheeks, dragging him into a mouthwatering kiss.

He hasn’t kissed many people—save for those rare times at 79’s, head swimming under the haze of one too many shots of Corellian fire whiskeys where he could barely distinguish his ass from his hand. Those drunken make-outs were nothing like this.

No—this…this is what a kiss should be like.

He dreams about you all the time—so constantly ravenous that all he can feel some days is pure ache. Every and all words that spin around his head starts with you and finishes with his pounding heart close to bursting free from his ribcage. Not in the same way a flood rips through an unsuspecting village—more like the brilliance of a thousand doves, marble white plumage thrashing free from their gilded cage. Your lips taste like the core of a newborn star—scorching and yet still so sweet upon the tongue the same way caramelized sugar sticks to the roof your mouth. You are his first and last everything.

There’s a certain kind of tragedy hidden beneath your tongue, fragile promises and the eggshell thin shards of hope stapled to the roof of your mouth. Rex will take it—seize any threadbare strand and run with it—spool it into the palm of his hand until you’re wound so tightly together it’ll be impossible to untangle.

Just when the dizziness sets in from elation and not enough air, you part and leave a sticky trail of warm kisses up his jaw. Rex groans and hugs you closer, you humid breath blooming across his skin. “Let me take care of you.”

The words on his tongue crumble to ash once he nods in agreement. Your kisses dip lower, not even stopping when the reach the edge of his chest plate. Stars, you’re…he never entertained the idea that your lips could look so divine in contrast to the battered plastoid. When you fold onto your knees his heart leaps to his mouth, a flare of arousal flashing through his groin.

You rest your chin over his codpiece and smile. “Do you like seeing me on my knees, sir?”

Rex huffs and studies at the opposing wall—

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Your fingers find the claps over his codpiece. “Can I take this off?”

Rex jerks his head in a yes but grabs your wrist. Not a rough hold—a tentative one as hesitation swirls in his eyes. “Don’t—don’t have t’ do this for me—“

You quirk a brow. “I want to because I like you, Rexy.”

A rosy blush blooms over his sharp cheekbones. The captain nods again.

The codpiece clatters to the ground and immediately you move your hand to palm him through his blacks. He grunts and squeezes his eyes shut. There we go.

Biting your lip, you pull down his blacks as far as the plastoid plating allows, greeted with the hard length of his cock, beautiful and flushed a rosy brown. Fuck—he’s thicker than you thought. You wrap your fingers around the base, delighted by Rex’s airy gasp as he throbs in your palm. A bead of liquid shines at the tip and just the sight of it makes your mouth water.

Moons—you should’ve done this sooner.

With a stuttering inhale, Rex trails his forefinger along your cheek and tucks a stray hair behind your ear. The pads of his fingertips skim lower and lightly pinch your chin between his forefinger and thumb. Your eyes lift to meet his. “You—you sure?”

You answer with a kiss over the dip of his navel, the skin searing hot under your lips. Rex curses and rolls his head back onto his shoulders when your palm slides up the length of his cock and then back down. Your grip is firm and tight as Rex slumps onto the crate, goosebumps rushing up his exposed flesh. Stars, when’s the last time he’s gotten release like this?

You lean forward and lick a languid line from the velvety skin of his balls all the way up to the tip. Rex’s hips jolt. You purse your lips and suckle at the head, dipping your tongue over the slit then down to trace the ridge of his frenulum all the while your hand rolls up and down his shaft. Rex tangles his fingers into your hair with a hiss. You open your jaw a bit wider and take him down a few inches into the wet heat of your mouth, feeling your lips stretch around his cock. You you drag the flat of your tongue along the underside of his shaft to make the thickness easier to swallow down, but he's still only halfway into your mouth when he hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck—" Rex moans as his hips strain to remain still. “S’good—such a good girl.”

You glance up, eyes devouring the attractive length of his clean shaven throat and the underside of his chin. Rex swallows and let’s out another little sound. You whine softly in return and slip a hand into your pants, pressing your fingertips against your throbbing clit as you start to carefully bob your head up and down. Yeah—your jaw already aches just from holding his cock in in your mouth but fuck it—it’s worth it.

Rex's chest heaves with exertion as he mindfully rocks his hips up, pushing and rolling his cock deeper into your mouth until his shaft is nearly seated all the way in. Ditching your own pleasure entirely, you swallow around him, forcing down the urge to gag and simply hold him here. Allowing him a moment to just enjoy the soft warmth of your mouth before launching into the main event.

Rex murmurs your name and strokes his thumb over your cheek. “You’re beautiful—so pretty like—like this..ah—”

You pointedly hollow your cheeks and suck, his flattery warming your chest with pride. You swallow around him another time, squeeze his shaft, your fist following your mouth as you lift up then back down to the base. You grunt at the abrupt jolt of his hips. There’s no distinctive rhythm you can follow as you pull halfway up and let Rex rock his hips into your mouth—seeking out his pleasure without a coherent thought in sight. Just a cacophony of gasping breaths and rough moans of your name.

Soon enough he’s twitching in your mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as his head tips back onto his shoulders. The gloved hand sweetly cradling your cheek slips to the nape of your neck, tangling his fingers into you hair to anchor himself. He’s close—quiet gasps and broken curses tumbling out, hips unconsciously rocking into your mouth in search of release.

Rex whimpers your name, his leg jolting as you work your jaw wider and swallow him down, the dark curls tickling your nose once it brushes his groin. “Oh, fuck.”

You hum around him, delighting in the mumbled praises. Almost there…That’s it.

He’s dangling on the precipice—on tiny shove away from euphoria—

“Wait—“ Saliva dribbles down your chin when his cock pops out from your swollen lips, throbbing from the unintentional tease. “Maker—shit.”

If not for the gloves covering his hands, you’re sure they’d be turning white from how tightly he grips the edge of the crate. His eyes are squeezed shut, slightly bent forward as he falls away from the edge of his release. Rex sucks in a steadying breath, amber eyes meeting your confused ones.

“I don’t—can we—“ Rex’s eyes flit and focus on anything but you as he stutters and works up the courage to ask for what he wants. “Do we have time—“

You rolls your eyes and rest your cheek on his thigh. Silly man. “You wanna fuck me, Rexy?”

“Kriff, yes.”

You smile and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “I don’t think they’ll miss us."

Rex doesn’t complain when you take his hands and yank him onto the grubby floor and over your senatorial robes. He props his back against the crate as you shuck off everything below the waste and clamber into his lap. His hands, warm even through the leather, land over the swell of your hips and wrench you closer until your front presses up against his chest plate.

The rough prickle of his stubble is, in all sense of the word, addictive. He tilts his head to kiss you, the slick touch of his tongue on your bottom lip adding jet fuel to the fire low in your belly. Rex groans and cups your jaw, holding your mouth open to dance his tongue along the length of yours. You whine and shudder as he purses his lips and lightly sucks on your tongue before you both part.

Rex drags his teeth over your bottom lip as you both pant for precious air. His dark lashes sweep up his cheeks when he looks at you. This close you bare witness to the dazzling color of his eyes—crystalized pearls of amber over the crackled bark of pine tree in the midmorning sun. Muted gold threaded through the brown like fine lace and the slow shimmer of the sun dappled through water. To think such a man like him is dredged through the bloodied mud of war is despicable.

You blink away the swell of tears prickling at your eyes and kiss him once more. Sighing, you whisper down, mouthing soft nibbles and teasing kisses over his jaw and down his neck. Rex squirms and rock his hips up, your cunt clenching around nothing. You need him.

“Rex,” you groan. You slide your hand between your bodies and grab at his thick length. Rex gasps into your mouth, long fingers clamping onto your waist in a death grip. “I want you.”

“I’m yours.”

Your nibble at his earlobe as you grind your hips against his length, the folds of your cunt teasingly out of reach. “Touch me, Captain.”

Rex tears off his vambraces and gloves, hand wedging between your thighs, touching the very tips of his fingers to your throbbing clit. You whine and clench your jaw—the pleasure is raw—sizzling electricity that crackles with the deadly promises of your pleasure. It’s as if you’ve had the breath knocked out of your lungs the second he bears down a bit more on your clit, drawing tentative circles, each completion sending a shockwave of tightly spooled ecstasy through each and every nerve. You nearly sob as his fingers slip away.

“So wet already,” Rex moans as you tip your head back when two of his fingers begin circle your dripping cunt. They’re thick and long and perfect. Your hips stutter as your cunt easily accepts his fingers, the heel of his palm slotting perfectly against your pussy to stimulate your clit.

Maker you’re seeing stars as Rex rocks his hand into you—the bend of his fingers the perfect angle to catch all the right places that make you tremble. He kisses your cheek and moans your name into your ear, all low and gravelly—

Your body seizes up tight as you soar, plummeting off the edge only to tumble so fast and so hard that tears prick the corner of your eyes. Rex peppers kisses over your cheeks and runs his free hand through your hair, purring praise and adoration as you shudder—your mouth parted in a silent cry as you cum and dissolve into his hands.

When you suck in a steadying breath and open your eyes, Rex is gazing upon you with starstruck eyes—pure adoration that makes your cheeks flare hotter than the surface of two mini suns. Your teeth catch your bottom lip. You’re not sure you deserve to be looked at like this…

However, you’re impatient and running on stolen seconds. As much as you’d like to just simply stare at him—there’s not enough time. Rex wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and slides the tip of himself through your soaking folds. Each stroke against your still throbbing clit makes you buckle into yourself, but the angle that your knees are propped over his hips means you're stuck here.

Rex pauses and cups your cheek. His thumb scrapes over your cheekbone. “You want this?”

You place your hand over his and turn your head to mouth a kiss over the lines of his palm. Oh, fuck yeah. Kind of him to ask as if hadn’t just cum over his fingers but—no. “I need you to fuck me, Rex. That’s an order.”

Rex huffs out a low chuckle and bumps the crown of his forehead against yours. “As you wish, Senator.”

Rex runs the blunt head of his cock through your folds again, slicking himself up with your arousal. You mewl and dig your nails into the hard plastoid as the wide tip of him pushes into your entrance—he shudders as you clench and wiggle. It doesn’t hurt, but he’s in no small. You’ll feel him for days, you’re sure of it as your cunt swallows inch after inch.

You both groan as he finally bottoms out. His jaw his clenched tight as sweat beads at his blonde hairline—Stars above, he’s a sight, struggling not to loose control the second he’s buried inside of you. Desire tickles up your spine, tugging at the fabrics of your being until all you can focus on his how Rex isn’t moving. You shift your hips in tiny, almost imperceptible motions, and squeeze around him.

“Damn—“ A ragged moans slices through his words as your gentle rocking morphs into needy jolts. It’s easy to fuck yourself onto his cock like this, but the measly thrusts are meant to tempt him. “Fuck, cyare, you’re tight.”

You smirk and grab at his sculpted shoulders—it’s the push he needs. Rex snarls your name, cups his hands under the globes of your ass and pulls you off his cock nearly all the way out only to slam back in. There’s no time to adjust before Rex sets a pace, fevered and rabid All pent up energy collecting over the weeks you’ve known each other. Each roll of his hips borders erratic, taking his pleasure without thought—intent on reaching his own end after being denied for what feels like ages.

You squeal in surprise as Rex pushes you onto your back and hoists your legs around his hips. Rex buries his nose into the crook of your neck and moans your name like a sweet prayer wrapped in honeycomb. Rex shifts his weight, widening his knees to sink deeper into your cunt—his stubble tickling your throat as his staggered exhales burn hot over your skin.

You choke out a groan and feel your arousal begin to drip down your thighs—hear the thrusts of his cock into your cunt become shamefully wetter. Electric heat sears down each vertebrae in your spine, scorching through each and every veins with the catastrophic brilliance of an imploding star. Shit—

“So good t’me—so perfect,” he huffs into your ear. Rex turns his head and steals a kiss. “Feel fuckin’ good stretched around my cock."

You clench around him hard as Rex’s hand sneaks between your bodies and rubs tight, little circles over you swollen clit. There’s barely any build up to your orgasm—just a blinding surge of devastating warmth that sweeps through your body, from your aching center down to your toes. It steals away all the air left in your lungs and leaves your clutching his arm and shuddering for a hold in your own reality—the steady warmth of his body that’s unburdened by armor a much needed anchor for the madness that threatens to drown you.

His gentle, and pliant kisses morph into little pricks of his teeth over your neck and collar bone as his hips struggle to keep a definitive pattern. Rex’s curses string together and blur into nonsensical noises and loose tongue admittances that are comparable to moving inches from an imploding star.

“Where can—can I?”

You grab at his head and whine his name. “Anywhere—in me—you can cum in me.”

With a loving caress over back of his neck and a sweet whisper of his name, he reaches release. Rex’s moan is airy as his eyes slam shut and captures your mouth in a sizzling kiss. He’s twitching in your arms as his hips erratically jerk, hot spurts of his release coating your insides and beginning to leak over your robes you lay over. Whatever.

Rex nips at your skin as the last dregs of pleasure jolt up your spine. Neither of you say a word as Rex’s hips come to a slow. Time trickles through your fingers like sand through an hourglass half empty but instead of rushing to dress, you choose to lie on the ground—two halves of a mess someone’s been meaning to clean up for the better part of a long while. You feel at home here—content as your fingers run up and down the back of his head, a bit irked by the armor still covering his back. You’re terrified of the months to come—but at least you have each other. After all, gardens will bloom and flourish with fresh blooded love and wild mistakes sculpted from passion forever if you believe hard enough…wont they?

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Find The Way Home (Thomas Lightwood Fanfic)

Extended tlh Lightwood family fluff about Thomas being accused for murder! (Never thought I'd put an exclamation after saying someone was being accused for murder) It's super long, so I split it into two parts!

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Bridgestock pushed Thomas in front of him, leading him towards the institute like he was a prisoner. Well, technically, Bridgestock might have believed he was a prisoner even though he wasn’t. Thomas couldn’t quite breathe properly. Though he knew he was innocent, the shock of being found in that situation, the feeling of being treated like a murderer, brought out a fear in him he thought he had already grown out of.

They made it to the top steps, before the doors opened to reveal Cecily standing behind them.

“Maurice, what is the meaning of this?” She said. She had the strange ability to direct all of the anger of the world onto Maurice, and look at Thomas worriedly at the same time.

“We’ve caught ourselves the little murder.” Bridgestock said proudly.

Cecily’s jaw dropped, looking at Bridgestock as though he’d grown another head. “Ha-have you gone mad?” She said incredulously. “Release my nephew and let’s discuss this rationally.”

“I’m not going to release a murderer.”

“That wasn’t a suggestion, Maurice. He’s a child.” She said icily.

“He’s not a child anymore, Cecily. He’s quite grown. And we found him in the act! Look, even his hands are shaking.”

Thomas’ hand were shaking. He couldn’t stop thinking about how Lilian Highsmith had just died in his arms.

“That’s because he’s covered in blood. Because you’ve tied his hands and have most likely been parading him around the streets like some prized lamb up for slaughter, accusing him of a crime he most certainly didn’t commit.” Cecily said angrily. She turned to Bridget. “Ring Sophie and Gideon, please. This is ridiculous.”

“I already have, miss. They should be here soon.”

“Cecily, you’re being biased. Thomas Lightwood is your godson—”

“Exactly.�� Cecily said. “That means I’ve known him my entire life and I know a murderer when I see one. You’re insulting my intelligence by contradicting me.”

“I’m not insulting you; he’s tricked us all, making us think he was a kind, innocent giant of a boy, when in reality, he is a ruthless killer.”

“This conversation has gone to the dogs.” Cecily said. “You’re being an absolute idiot and you know it. Now release him. You should hope for all of your sakes that you weren’t the reason behind those injuries on him.”

“I most certainly will not.” Bridgestock scoffed.

“Bridgestock, what the hell are you doing?” Gabriel said, quickly coming down the institute staircase to where they all were standing.

“He thinks Thomas is the murderer.” Cecily said, bitterly.

Gabriel laughed. “You can’t be serious.” When he saw that nobody was laughing, he stopped. “Are you serious?”

Cecily pressed her lips together tightly, glaring at Bridgestock.

“This is idiotic. And why the Hell is he tied up like at?

“Your wife just told you; he’s a murder suspect.”

“Thomas?” Gabriel said, “you could literally have brought any other shadowhunter here, and I’d believe it more than if it were Thomas.”

“It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not. There is concrete evidence that he is the murder.”

“What evidence?” Gabriel said.

While Gabriel and the inquisitor began to brawl, Cecily seized her opportunity and rushed over to Thomas.

“Are you alright?” she asked, checking for injuries with efficiency few people could express. “Is all of this blood yours?”

Thomas shook his head. He felt cold all over. “Aunt Cecy, I didn’t kill—”

Cecily shook her head. “Of course you didn’t, bach. Just breathe, you’re looking pale. Do you want water? I’ll go get—”

“No, please don’t go.” He said. He felt like a child. He hadn’t been so desperate to see anyone as he was now.

Cecily looked at him. “No, of course not. I need you to take deep breaths, Tom. Gideon and Sophie will be here soon, and we’ll get you right out. ”

She took out a stele and was about to draw an iratze rune on his skin to heal his cuts when Bridgestock pulled Thomas away from Cecily. “I didn’t give you permission to engage with him.”

“Oh, you piece of-” Cecily let out a string of curses that filled the institute and left the shadowhunters speechless. “Get your filthy hands off of him before I rip them out of their sockets and shove them down your throat.” Her eyes might as well have been the blue fire from hell. Even Bridgestock looked uneasy.

“He is under suspicion for a crime.”

“It’s alright, Aunt. He won’t listen no matter what. Let him take me to the sanctuary; It’s only fair.” His voice came out more breathless than he would have liked, but at least everybody listened.

Gabriel accompanied Thomas and the other shadowhunters and Cecily waited by the doorway, perhaps for his parents.

The truth was, after some of the initial shock was gone, Thomas was able to understand that this wasn’t too bad. It would be okay because he’ll most likely—no, definitely— be tried with the mortal sword, and be found innocent.

When the sanctuary doors opened, Thomas told himself one thing: Everything would be just fine.

…

“What is the meaning of this?”

A few minutes after being seated in the sanctuary, Thomas looked up relieved to be seeing his mother’s familiar face.

The question directed at Bridgestock, but she looked at Thomas.

“Your son is being held under suspicion.”

“This is utter nonsense.” Gideon said, stand behind Sophie.

Sophie started towards Thomas.

“Stop! You mustn’t—”

“I suggest you do not come in between my son and I, Maurice. The numbers are not in your favor.” Sophie said, referring to the rest of the Lightwoods behind her: Gabriel, Cecily, Eugenia, Gideon, even little Alexander, in Eugenia’s arms, was looking mutinous.

The inquisitor didn’t stop Sophie as she made her way to Thomas.

“Mother,” Thomas said, “I didn’t do it. I didn’t kill anyone.”

“I know, Thomas. Of course you didn’t.” Sophie said, putting her arms around him.

It was comforting to have his mother embrace him. It felt human, after all of the mess of what has been happening. To smell the familiar scent of her perfume; to be able to rest his head on her shoulder.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Bridgestock said, interrupting.

Cecily cursed at him in Welsh.

“What did she say?” he demanded

“It doesn’t matter.” Gabriel said dismissively.

Bridgestock seemed about to retort, when he suddenly looked around the room. “Where the hell is Gideon?”

“He went to get the Consul.” Sophie said, pulling away from the hug. “She’ll make a rational decision about this matter.”

Bridgestock was fuming. “Well, I’m going too. Everybody clear the room.”

“Why would we do that?” Eugenia said.

“Because I’m not leaving a criminal out in the open.” He said. “Especially when you are bound to free him.”

“We are temporary heads of the London Institute, Bridgestock.”

“And I’m your permanent Inquisitor.” He said. “And you must do as I say.”

He stared at Sophie.

She clenched her jaw and turned to Thomas. “We’re going to get you out, alright? Charlotte will know what to do and then this will all be behind you and you can come home, darling.” She gave him a tight hug and kissed his forehead before she headed towards the door.

“We must tie him up.”

Eugenia was fuming. Sophie looked calm, but the scarred side of her face twitched. Cecily’s fists were clenched and Gabriel was about to say something when Thomas spoke.

“It’s okay. Let him bind me to the chair.” Thomas offered them a weak smile. “It can’t hurt me.”

A shadowhunter tightened ropes around his wrists while another tied his legs to the chair. Thomas realized the fault in his statement when he noticed how tight they were making the knots; how they were digging into his skin. Sophie looked like she wanted to go to him and cut the knots off. She looked like it caused her pain to see him like this. He wanted to say something to comfort her, but could think of nothing.

They still looked at each other as the shadowhunters finished and the doors of the sanctuary closed, leaving Thomas alone.

…

“Is it stupid,” Cecily said, “that he insisted on locking Thomas in the Sanctuary when we have the key?” She held up said key and gave it to Eugenia.

“I wouldn’t recommend you go in, of course, because that could very well raise Bridgestock’s suspicions, but at least we can control who gets in.”

Eugenia threw her aunt a wide grin and stalked away from the room. Both women smiled as they watched Eugenia leave. When the door closed, Cecily turned to Sophie.

“How are you?” she asked her, shifting Alexander from one hip to the other.

“The shock of seeing my son tied up to a chair and treated like a criminal is wearing off.” Sophie said, reaching out to brush Alex’s silky, raven curls away from his forehead. “I know he’s innocent and that he’ll get out in no time, but I can’t help but worry. He’s not a baby anymore, but he’s my child and I can’t help but stress that he’s in that wretched sanctuary.” Sophie turned her gaze away from Alexander to Cecily.

“I have terrible memories for that room from my time working as a maid in the Institute. Of struggling against clockwork creatures, of being pulled across the floor. Some memories are so deep in your mind that you forget they exist, until something triggers them to come back.”

Cecily took Sophie’s hand.

“I don’t want him to be in there by himself.” Sophie said. “And he’s going to have to spend the night there because the only way Bridgestock will let him go is if he is tried with the mortal sword, and it’s in Paris with Will and Tessa and—”

“Sophie.” Cecily said, setting Alexander down on the floor and sitting Sophie down on a chair. “You know better than I that Thomas is strong. If anybody can stay in The Sanctuary, alone all night, it’s your son.”

Sophie nodded. “Yes, I know. It’s just that…” She bit her lip. “He’s my son. I can’t help but worry.”

Cecily knelt down in front of her and grabbed her hands tightly. “I know it’s frightening. We mothers never stop worrying. But I want you to know that Thomas will be released tomorrow at the latest, and until then, he’ll be alright.”

Sophie squeezed Cecily’s hand back.

“You're right. It can’t be worse than anything we Lightwood women haven’t endured yet.”

Cecily got up and hugged her fiercely.

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bangtansocean · 3 years

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Letters: Part 03

Synopsis: Good things never last long, and unfortunately, his promises were a little too good to be true.

⏤𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: taehyung x reader // slight yoongi x reader

⏤ au: [Historical Fiction, soulmates au]

⏤𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Heavy Angst, smut, fluff

⏤𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: smut continuation- mature content ahead [18+]: Love making, praise kink, overstimulation, creampie, heavy angst ahead. mentions of death and life, lying, health issues.

⏤Word count: 4.7 K

Chapters: 01 l 02 l 03

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a/n: Lots of angst ahead, prepare your tissues and I apologise in advance! Thank you for reading, ceci :]

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Taehyung adjusts himself between your legs, sliding his member between your folds, collecting as much arousal as he can before slowly entering you, making you both moan in relief and pleasure.

Tae fucks you slowly and lovingly, leaving kisses everywhere on your body as he pushes himself in and out of you repeatedly. Both of you moan each other's names as he deepens his thrusts with each stroke.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” He says against your lips as you wrap your legs around his hips helping him deepen the thrusts.

You can feel your third orgasm approaching as Taehyung hits your sweet spot repeatedly, his dick twitching every time your walls tighten around him involuntarily. His thrusts become sloppier but his speed increases, letting you know he is close. He slides his hand between your bodies, ghosting two fingers over your clit, making you dig your nails deeper into the skin of his shoulder which makes him moan your name as he increases the speed of his fingers against the swollen bud.

“Tae, I love you.” you moan one last time before your orgasm takes over you for the third time tonight.

Your confession makes Taehyung pull out, cumming on your folds with a loud moan as he enjoys his orgasm. He pumps his length a few times over your lips and clit, spreading his cum all over your sex with his tip, surprising you when he slams his dick back inside you as he pumps the remaining cum inside of you until he is soft, both whining at the overstimulation.

He leaves small pecks all over your face, lingering a little bit longer on your lips as you feel him soften inside you. He pulls out with a hiss due to the over sensitivity, and manages to roll over to your side as he lays next to you, leaving a kiss on your shoulder and wrapping his arm around your waist, holding you close against his chest.

“I love you.” he says for the 100th time tonight. You turn your head to find him pouting at you, waiting for you to say it back.

“I love you too.” you giggle, struggling to turn your head to kiss his lips one more time before the exhaustion takes over your body, falling asleep in Taehyung’s arms for the second time tonight.

“I love you more princess, I’ll be back, I promise.” Taehyung whispers one last time before he falls asleep too, fearing this could be the last night he ever gets to hold you.

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You wake up to the sound of the birds chirping, meaning sunrise is happening soon and work is starting in a few hours, which also means Taehyung is leaving soon. You try to move around when the sudden ache between your legs stops you. There’s an uncomfortable stickiness between your legs and the smell of sex that reaks from you forces you to freeze on the spot, making you remember the events of last night. You smile to yourself as you slowly roll to face Taehyung, ready to invite him to shower with you, only to find his side of the bed empty.

“Taehyung?” Panic takes over your body as you look around your room for him. You call his name repeatedly, hoping he will come out of the bathroom or answer to your desperate calling. Your tears are already streaming down before the main door of your chamber cracks open.

“Morning princess.” He stands by the door with his hair wet from the shower, wearing his new uniform and holding a tray with some fruits and tea for you. You sigh with a smile which he reciprocates, his eyes softening at the sight of your tears.

Taehyung walks towards the bed, struggling to close the door with his feet. You sit up on the bed and cover your body with your sheets, drying your tears quickly and tapping Taehyung’s side of the bed inviting him to join you. He shakes his head, letting you know he is not joining you in bed, which makes sense since he is already changed and showered, and the bed, well, the bed is not in the best conditions. He lays the tray in front of you as he carefully kneels on the bed, reaching to connect his lips with yours. You look at him dumbfounded, rejecting his kiss with a frown. He raises an eyebrow as he looks at you in confusion. Did you really just reject his kiss?

“I’m stinky and sticky all over, I haven’t even brushed my teeth” you say with disgust. Your frown makes him laugh as he leans forward to kiss you again, leaving a sweet peck over your pouty lips.

“Yeah and who’s fault is that? Me.” he laughs as he kisses you again, his eyes shining with a very peculiar glisten. “I still think you’re the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world, stinky and all that” you laugh against his lips as he leaves one last peck before he dramatically sniffs you and fakes a gag, making you both burst in laughter. “Eat up and go shower. I’ll change the sheets for you “ he says as he caresses your cheek. You look at him hesitantly before nodding. He hands you the tea he made for you and with a quiet thank you you begin to enjoy your breakfast with the best company. You finish your breakfast quickly, and make your way straight into the shower.

“I’ll be right back” you sing as you grab the bathroom’s door handle.

“I love you” You hear Taehyung say, freezin on the spot. You turn around and smile at him, his eyes looking like he’s about to cry.

“I love you too.” You say quietly, your eyes getting teary once again. He walks to where you are standing and wraps his hands around your waist, leaning in to leave a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I love you more.” He replies in a low tone, “Go shower, I’ll change the sheets now.” he says as he connects his lips to your forehead, slowly letting go of your body as you turn around again and walk into the bathroom. Hearing him walk back to the bed and take the sheets off.

You hop into the shower and take your time washing yourself, the hot water against your skin easing your muscle pain. You hear the main door shut, and you call for Taehyung as you close the faucet, meeting a dead silence from the other side of the door. You call his name; still no answer. You get out of the shower and wrap yourself in your towel quickly, your shaky hands reach for the handle as you burst the door open.

“Taehyung? Where did you go?” you call for him, your voice trembling as you notice your bed is perfectly made with a fresh set of sheets, a small bouquet of daisies placed in the middle of the bed. You walk towards the bouquet and lean in to see a little note attached to it. You slowly pick up the bouquet and detach the note, quickly recognising Taehyung’s beautiful handwriting:

I’m not strong enough to say goodbye, please forgive me for parting this way.

I love you.

Eternally yours, Taehyung.

The small note falls from your hands as it slowly sways its way to the floor. One hand on your chest, and the other one over your lips to muffle your sobs, tears streaming down at an unstoppable pace. You can feel a stabbing pain in your heart, and the temperature of your body drops. Suddenly the room is spinning, and your vision is blurry.

This can’t be happening.

You can hear someone calling your name, but the ringing in your head overpowers the familiar voice. Not being able to bring yourself out of your state of shock, you’re sobbing uncontrollably as your knees make contact with the cold ground, collapsing on the floor.

He is gone.

“y/n? Hey, can you hear me?, y/n please” the sound of the masculine voice now sounds closer as he slowly approaches you while you sob desperately. A warm body drops to the floor with you, strong arms quickly make their way around you, holding you close as you cry helplessly. “I’m so sorry y/n. I was looking for you everywhere when the troops were being dismissed, I thought-” His voice cracks as he now is crying, too. “I’m so sorry y/n, please don’t cry.” Yoongi’s voice starts to fade away as you feel your surroundings closing in, the last thing you remember is Yoongi calling for the nurse, after that, everything went black.

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It's been two years.

Two years since Taehyung left without saying goodbye, two years since you’ve heard from him. You won’t lie and say you weren’t miserable for most of the time, but surprisingly things are not as bad as you thought they would be.

Yoongi has been by your side ever since Taehyung parted and has become your most reliable friend. You can remember waking up in the infirmary room with him by your side, holding your hand as he prayed you were fine after fainting on the bedroom floor. His faint voice was always present in your subconscious, always there reading you a book, or singing you a lullaby. You remember he cried when you woke up, and he held you close as you both grieved the parting of each other’s soulmates. Yours being Taehyung, and Yoongi’s being his childhood best friend Hoseok. And a few hours after you got discharged from the infirmary room, Yoongi made it his personal mission to take care of you until you got better again.

He fed you, sang you to sleep and even helped you wash and change from your clothes on the days when you couldn’t manage to get out of bed, crying until you fell asleep in the prince’s arms. He would read you books everynight, and bring all sorts of activities for you two to do together: cross stitching, painting, puzzles, you name it. He made sure to keep you happy and distracted, helping you heal a lot faster than you thought you could. You were very thankful for him. His patience and love have been crucial to your health and really helped you to move on from the pain, that is, for the first few months. Because even if you felt like things were slowly getting better, it didn’t take long for your world to come crashing down again.

“Shh, it’s going to be okay,” Yooongi’s voice comforts you as he rubs your back gently, the scene feeling a oddly familiar to you.

The white walls of the infirmary overwhelm you, the intense smell of sterilizing alcohol, blood, and medicine makes your stomach sick, the nausea taking over you as you are holding the bucket in front of you for dear life. Throwing up has to be one of the worst things in life, you frown at the smell coming out of the dirty bucket.

“Oh my God, please take this away from me.” You shove the bucket towards Yoongi as he calls a nurse to have it cleaned out for you, his hand never leaving your back as he caresses you gently, hoping to provide some comfort to your paranoid and sick self.

“Can we leave? This is so unnecessary.” You complain again, too anxious to care about your rude tone, “I fucking hate this place.” Your eyes get teary as you turn to look at Yoongi’s soft eyes, a pitiful look on his face.

“Let’s just wait for the results, once we know it's nothing serious we can move you to my chambers and we can have a private nurse attending you until you’re fully recovered.” His words comfort you as you nod in agreement, silently hoping you can be out of this place as soon as possible before you empty your stomach into that bucket again.

“You don’t have to, you know, move me to your chambers, I can just go to mine…” you reply shyly, growing embarrassed at the thought of invading the prince’s private space any longer. “You have been so kind to me, giving me your bed for almost three months ever since… you know” the lump in your throat stops you from finishing your sentence. Yoongi smiles at you as he noods, understanding your concern. He takes his hand towards your face, gently brushing his thumb on your cheek.

“I know, and I understand you must feel like you are ‘invading my privacy’.” he whispers to you, “but I wouldn’t have it any other way, I want you safe, and I want you to be okay. I know that room makes you cry, and it holds many memories that make you…” he is careful with his words, not wanting to offend you or trigger your sadness. “What I’m trying to say is, I will sleep on my couch until I know you’re okay, no matter how long it takes, you’re all I care about.” He is now closer to you, his eyes drifting from your eyes to your lips.

You don’t realise you have started to cry at his gentle and caring words, your hand now finding his as you squeeze his hand gently, thanking him in silence for everything he has done.

“Your majesty, a word?” The head nurse politely bows as she waits for the prince to follow her to her desk which is just a few steps away from you, yet far enough for you to not be able to hear their conversation.

Yoongi leans forward, leaving a sweet kiss on your cheek that makes the nurse shift in her place nervously, not knowing how to proceed with the situation. She bows to you as she turns to her desk, Yoongi following her with quick steps.

The head nurse talks at a rapid pace, unable to read her lips and understand what was happening, her anxious expression making you nervous. It wasn’t until Yoongi turned around with a horrified look, his face now pale and his lips trembling, that you realised things were worse than what you expected them to be.

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“Yoongi, please tell me you are joking.” Your words are desperate and panicked. You are now sitting in Yoongi’s bed, the way from the nursery to the prince’s chambers being the longest 5 minutes of your life. You fix your hair with your shaking hands as you stare at him with worried eyes, hoping he would start laughing and end this torturous moment. This can’t be happening right now.

“I would never joke with something like this y/n, the nurse confirmed it already.” He sighs once again, “You are 3 months pregnant… and they think it’s mine.” He says, his words hitting you like a stab to the heart.

“I can’t fucking believe this.” your cry into your hands as you sob violently. This is not how things were supposed to be, this can’t be true.

He slowly slides into bed with you, his arms embracing you as his hand makes comforting patterns against your back. “Shhh, It’s okay. You’re alright, everything is going to be fine.” he coos you as you try to control your breathing and come back to your senses. “We’ll figure this out together.” He whispers against your hair.

“Yoongi, I really appreciate you’re trying to help but I can’t let you get involved in this. It’s too risky.” your voice cracks a little in the attempts of sounding strong and confident. He chuckles lightly at your statement, before he lets go of you and looks you in the eyes.

“As much as you want to handle this yourself, it’s going to be a little harder than that, love.” He says as he reaches for your hands, interlocking your fingers. “We’ve been sleeping in the room for the past 3 months, and everyone in the castle thinks we are already messing around.” He sighs, closing his eyes for a second before he shakes his head and looks back at you. “The second you try to leave this castle with a child that could potentially be the next king’s heir your neck is on the line, and the baby’s too.” He reaches to your cheek, wiping the tears from your eyes as he sighs again, “And I can’t lose you, y/n. As selfish as it sounds, I can’t let you go and grow this child by yourself with the entire kingdom turning their backs to you. You can’t leave the castle like this.” He finishes as he swallows, the idea of you being in danger because of this child makes him dizzy.

“But if I stay, Yoongi, they’ll think the child is yours. Do you know how bad that can be for you? To have people think the next King’s heir is a bastard, with a castle employee?” Your lips tremble as you try to hold it together, not wanting to show Yoongi how much this situation is hurting you. He huffs with an annoyed smile on his face. You both stay in silence for a while, trying to come up with a solution to the situation.

“Marry me then.” Yoongi’s voice startles you. It takes you a second before you can process the words that just came out of his mouth. “Let’s get married before we announce your pregnancy, I can claim the child as mine, and you can stay in the castle as my wife.”

“Yoongi you are talking nonsense why-” Your words are quick and mushed together, not understanding the logic behind his words. “Why would you want to claim a child that is not yours?”

“Even if we say it's not mine, they won’t believe you.” He says now with pain in his tone. “You’ve been sleeping in my bed for 3 months, and everyone in the castle has seen us together ever since the troops left. All factors point against our favour y/n. Claiming the child could save your life, and the child’s, without having to send you away from the castle.” You’re now crying against Yoongi’s chest. Everything is happening too fast, too soon.

And Yoongi was right. Even if his plan seemed odd, you couldn’t find another way out of the situation without putting the life of your child in danger, or Yoongi’s reputation on the line. So you made your mind up and agreed to marry him, having the ceremony right after he proposed to you in a formal dinner where his father had made public your relationship to the entire castle and kingdom. It wasn’t until a few months later that your belly started to show, and before people could start being suspicious about such a sudden pregnancy, Yoongi made sure to speak loud enough around the cleaning ladies about trying for a child and wanting an heir as soon as possible. It didn't take long for the rumours to spread, and soon enough the entire kingdom was celebrating the birth of the next prince.

The sudden warmth of a body embraces you, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Y/n? baby, what’s wrong? Is everything alright ?” Yoongi suddenly bombards you with questions as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, not being able to answer verbally yet, scared your voice could crack, but slowly nodding with a hum, letting him know that you were okay.

“We need to get moving, birthday lunch starts in a few minutes.” Yoongi whispers before he kisses your forehead. “I’ll get the bath running for you.” He leaves a sweet kiss on your cheek before he leaves the bed, walking into the bathroom as you decide to take a quick walk down the hall to check if your baby is still asleep in his room.

You stroll down the hall thinking about how different your life came around. Laughing to yourself before you bump against an old friend who smiles brightly at you, excited to see him after all this time.

“Jimin! You’re back?!” You hug the small blonde as he giggles in your embrace, his hands reaching for your back as he squeezes you with the same excitement.

“Home sweet home! I arrived last night at the castle, I hear a lot has changed since.” He lets go of you so he can scan you cautiously, nodding to himself. “Yeap, you definitely look like a princess now, who would’ve thought our young handsome king would capture your heart!” He giggles again before he realises what he just said, growing ashamed. You watch his facial expressions change in a frown, before he bows to you, his lips shaking in doubt before he talks again. “ I-I actually came looking for you, your majesty.” He clears his throat as he reaches for his pocket, his shaky hands pulling a folded dirty paper from his pockets. “ I promised Taehyung I would give you this when I came back.”

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of his name, feeling your soul leave your body as you blink repedently, trying to stay calm. “Oh, Okay… Thank you?” you say with a questioning tone, scared to ask the same question Jimin is hoping to avoid. “And where is he?... Taehyung?” You cough as Jimin awkwardly shifts in his place.

“Y/n… He-” You feel him hesitate, his eyes filling up with tears as he takes a deep breath. “He got injured during one of the riots and … the nurses tried everything they could” Jimin is rushing his words, circling around the topic before his voice cracks. “Taehyung didn’t make it.” He looks down as he dries his tears, scared to look up and see your reaction to the terrible news. “The last thing he told me was to make sure you got his letter, he wrote it while trying to recover.”

He didn’t make it. Those four words keep playing in your head.

He didn’t make it.

“Whe-when did he um… die?” You ask, the lump in your throat making it almost impossible for you to talk. Jimin shifts in his place again, dreading the situation.

“He died 3 months after we left.” You feel your knees weakening at his words. “We weren’t able to contact the King to let him know we had lost our commander, so I had to take over until we were able to come back, which was last night.” He looks up to meet your teary face, surprised to see you are not as affected as he thought you would be.

You had made peace with the idea before, and when Jimin delivered you the news, it did hurt, but it didn’t surprise you as much as you thought it would.

You had a feeling something had happened to him, and right after discovering you were pregnant, you didn’t have time to wonder much about his whereabouts. All you could do was think about your child, and do the best you could for your baby. You thought that after so many years of not hearing from Taehyung he must have moved on from you, or lost his life along the way, but you never expected to receive another letter from him. Much less after knowing he was gone, and that his last words are plastered in this letter. The letter that Jimin was handing to you right now.

You take the dainty piece of paper back from Jimin’s hands as you let out a disappointed sight. At least he is in a better place now, you try to convince yourself.

“Mommy!” The loud voice of your child makes you look behind Jimin, the little toddler running towards you as kneel down, receiving your child with a big hug.

“There’s my birthday boy! Are you ready to celebrate tonight?” you ask him in a sweet voice, moving his black curls from his eyes and tugging the strands behind his ear.

“Yes mommy, I’m two!” he giggles as he mimics your actions, tugging your hair behind your ear.

“Hi there little prince” Jimin’s voice startles you both. You look up to find Jimin smiling at the child, his smile fading as soon as your child smiles back, his boxy smile feeling oddly familiar to Jimin. He stares at you with questioning eyes, worry and guilt reflecting on your eyes as he stares at you, perplexed at the oddly similar features this child shares with his long lost friend.

“I’m not a little prince!” He laughs as he releases himself from your arms, extending a hand to Jimin as he grins proudly at your friend. “I’m Taetae.” Jimin's jaw drops to the floor as he stares at you with disbelief, what the hell is going on, he thinks to himself.

“Nice to meet you” he bows. “If you excuse me , I-I’m sorry I-... have to go” He bows before he turns around quickly, ready to walk away from the disturbing scene in front of him before you call out his name.

“Jimin.” You pray he turns around and listens to what you have to say, which thankfully, he does. “I can explain-” you can feel your eyes burning and your throat closing, Jimin’s eyes softening at your scared expression. He walks towards you and embraces you into a gentle comforting hug.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, I can imagine how hard this must have been for you.” He whispers as he gently pats your hair. “I’m so sorry” He says now before you let out a sob against his shoulder. “Does um, Yoongi know?” you nod against his shoulder and Jimin sighs in relief, Thank heavens Yoongi is behind this, Jimin doesn’t even want to imagine how bad it would’ve been if he didn’t know that child was not his.

“Mommy? Why are you crying?” The voice of little Tae breaks you and Jimin apart, as you quickly dry your tears and kneel back down to face him.

“Mommy is just happy to see her old friend, baby.” you ruffle his hair, making him giggle. “Why don’t you go into the room and find your dad? I heard he is running a bubble bath as we speak!” His eyes shine at your words, quickly jumping out of your lap as he runs towards your room, calling for his dad repeatedly before you hear Yoongi’s laughter bursting from behind the door.

Jimin turns to look at you once again, his eyes filled with worry. “Has no one suspected anything yet?” You shake your head, answering the question that was messing with his head. He sighs in relief as he places his hand over his heart “Okay, that’s good.”

You walk together towards the small bench at the end of the hall, taking deep breaths as Jimin hesitates to speak.

“Are you going to read it?” Jimin asks, pointing at the paper that is placed perfectly between two fingers.

“I’m scared.” you confess to him, not trusting yourself to be able to be strong enough to read it without feeling like you're dying inside. Jimin places a hand over yours as he sighs, understanding how you are feeling.

“If you don't want to be alone, I’m here.” He reassures you as you stare at the piece of paper that's dangling from your fingertips. You sigh as you open the envelope carefully, unfolding the paper and taking a deep breath before you catch a glance of the last words of the letter, already feeling your tears building up as you remember all the times he wrote letters to you, always ending the exact same.

“....With love, Taehyung.”

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a/n: Thank you so much for reading letters! II hope you didn’t cry as much as I did writing it! I’m thinking about making an extra ‘chapter’ where I include the letter Taehyung wrote before he died. Let me know if you guys would be down to read it so I can work on it and upload it soon! Please don’t hate me too much, happy reading, Ceci x

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x you #bts x reader #taehyung x you #taehyung #taehyung x reader #historical fanfiction #taehyung smut #taehyung angst

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purplebass · 3 years

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How Does it Feel

Since everyone talked about Jesse meeting his uncles Gabriel and Gideon (and his aunts too), I’ve decided to write a fic about this.

Rating: T Words: 1779

The day Jesse Blackthorn returned to London, he never thought he would get this much attention. Well, he did expect people to be shocked. He was alive, after everyone had known he had been dead for years. But he never expected the affection, considering how Will and James Herondale had glared at him during most of their time in Cornwall, while they tried to convince Lucie that the best thing to do was going back.

“Why are you stubborn, Lucie? You’ve never been stubborn,” Will told her. “You, please, say something,” he told Jesse, who hadn’t interfered, thinking that it was better if he didn’t voice his thoughts if no one asked him.

“Lucie,” he said gently. “Your father is right. We should go back to London. We can’t stay here forever.”

She glanced at him, and he could read the panic in her eyes. “If we return…” She left the phrase hanging, but he knew what she was thinking. Once it was known to everyone what they did, there would be consequences.

“You don’t have to worry,” he tried to comfort her. “We are going to be okay.” He longed to touch her cheek, but he decided that it was too much to do in front of her family, considering that they might believe it was his fault that she was far from home. He was sure that they didn’t hate him. That it was just a father and a brother who were bothered from their daughter and sister running away with a guy, unmarried.

She nodded at him, and then looked at her father. “Then I guess we should leave.”

Jesse remembered the crestfallen expression on Will’s face as Lucie left them and got ready to go. He turned to him and managed a smile, and that was when he realized that he had probably gained his trust.

There were a few people waiting outside of the London Institute, the evening they were finally back. He knew who they were because he had seen them, but they never did. He recognized Lucie’s mother Tessa, speaking to Cecily Lightwood. His aunt. Her husband, Gabriel, was folding and unfolding his hands in front of him expectantly, while his brother Gideon was telling something to him. He turned his head towards the carriage when he heard the noise of the horses coming closer to the entrance. His wife Sophie also glanced towards them. James had probably told them they were on their way, since he had taken off with one of the horses once they arrived in London.

“They’re all here,” Lucie commented, and touched Jesse’s hand. Her father had fallen asleep during the ride home, that was why she did it. “Is that alright?”

“We can’t control people, Lucie,” he grinned. “And why wouldn’t it be alright? Do you not want to see your uncles and aunts?”

“Of course, I do. I’ve missed them,” she said. “I meant you.”

“What about me?”

“I’m sure they’re also here for you. And you,” she paused. “Might want to be alone.”

He still forgot how it felt to be alive, and to be seen. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see them now. He had been curious about them for years, and only dared to watch them from afar while in his ghost form. He had only met his uncle Gideon once, years ago. He felt a little overwhelmed, but he didn’t say anything. He offered her another smile, then squeezed her hand. Her father cleared his voice and frowned, but Lucie rolled her eyes at him.

“I hope Bridget is already preparing something because I’m starving,” Will said, as the carriage stopped in front of the Institute, and he got off.

He left his side of the carriage open for them, and Jesse took a breath before he also exited the vehicle. He extended his hand to Lucie, whose eyes widened because she didn’t expect it. They had never ridden in a carriage before, in the real sense. He had kept her company in there several times, while he was a ghost. But he had always vanished before she could get off. And he hadn’t been solid - he couldn’t have possibly offered his hand. He realized his hand was sweaty, but Lucie was wearing gloves. She wouldn’t notice.

“We thought you wouldn’t arrive anymore,” Cecily said. “James was here long ago. We were freezing.”

“Nobody asked you to wait outside, Cecy,” Will replied. He was half hugging his wife when Jesse and Lucie turned towards the group of people waiting for them. They caught them kissing, but the others didn’t seem to mind.

“We’ve been,” Gabriel then said, calmly, as if he couldn’t find the words. “Waiting. Waiting for you. Both of you.” He was watching them intently, especially Jesse. He had to look away, his cheeks were surely red by now. “We missed you.”

“Thanks, uncle. I also missed you all,” Lucie said giddily. “May I introduce you to Jesse?”

There was an awkward silence at first. For some reason, no one talked. “I’m very pleased to meet you,” Jesse said, his voice didn’t waver like he expected. “Mrs. Herondale, Mr. and Mrs. Lightwood, and Mr. and Mrs. Lightwood.”

“We’re very pleased to meet you as well, my dear boy,” Sophie said, smiling.

“Yes, we’ve wanted to meet you for a long time,” Gideon echoed.

Lucie squeezed his arm to encourage him.

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” uncle Gabriel said. He didn’t give him time to answer, because he enveloped his nephew in a hug.

Jesse didn’t know how to react to that. He didn’t expect all of this excitement, this warm welcome. So he just patted his uncle’s back until he was ready to let him go. Once they separated, Gabriel seemed quite moved. The thought that someone other than Lucie and Grace cared about him to the point of tearing up, made him want to cry as well. He felt tired. He grinned, trying to hold back the tears.

“Why don’t we all get inside? They’ve travelled a long way, they should rest,” Gideon suggested, and the others nodded in agreement.

The group split once they got inside. Tessa greeted them and went her own way with her husband, letting everyone know that they would not join them for dinner, but they would surely see each other later. Jesse wondered what dinner, since it was likely after nine, but he had to admit he was hungry. He’d missed being hungry.

“Bridget has prepared dinner for you,” Cecily said, once they gathered in the drawing room. “She also prepared something for James, but he fled on his horse after he told us you were coming.”

“Do you like chicken soup, Jesse? That’s what she said she’d made,” Gideon added. “But with that woman, you never know,” he shrugged.

“I like everything,” he answered. “Anything is fine.”

“Would you like to stay with us?” Gabriel inquired, making everyone turn in his direction. Cecily seemed to glare at him, murmuring that he had just returned from a long trip and to give him a break.

“Wow, Gabriel. You didn’t even let him rest. You don’t have to respond now, Jesse. And, by the way, that offer also stands on my part,” Gideon said.

“Gideon!” Gabriel huffed. “That’s not fair.”

“Please, do not argue over me, Mr. Lightwood. I do not wish to be the cause of your discussion,” Jesse replied solemnly, silencing everyone.

“Don’t worry, no one is arguing in this room,” Sophie said. “They always bicker like that.”

“Yes, we do,” Gabriel said, crossing his arms on his chest. “And we’re also both very serious about this offer. Promise you’ll think about it? Do not feel pressured.”

“Yes, Jesse. Take your time choosing between me and uncle Gabriel. Or choose no one, for that matter. Just know that we are here for you.”

“Thank you,” he simply answered, not being able to say much more. He knew that they both meant it, and he was grateful. He couldn’t have put into words if he tried to. But it was too much for a day. Jesse managed the unpteenth smile of the night. He never thought he would smile so much in one day, that he’d feel his jaw hurt. Was this what it felt like to be loved by your family?

“I’m so tired, I guess I’m going to bed,” Lucie said, standing up from the spot next to his. She probably understood that he was done for the night, and wanted to be alone.

Everyone stood up, and said goodbye. Jesse greeted everyone with formality. His uncles and aunts didn’t tell him to call them by their names. They probably comprehended that he needed time, that this was too sudden, and they had never seen each other. They were strangers in his eyes, even if he didn’t seem to be a stranger to them.

Uncle Gabriel told them he would tell Will or Tessa that they were going, and that they were alone in the drawing room. Jesse didn’t think his uncle knew about their relationship, but perhaps he suspected there was something. He was still a stranger in there, a stranger in the same room as an unmarried woman.

“It was easier, when I could fade. Whenever I didn’t want to talk anymore,” Jesse said, when everyone left. “I could just disappear.”

Lucie nodded, sitting down on the sofa again. He followed her. “Do you miss it?”

“Being a ghost? No, Lucie, no,” he replied with confidence, caressing her cheek. “But I have to admit, all of this,” he shook his head. “Thank you for making them go.”

“Don’t mention it,” she replied, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t know they would come, or else I would have told them to go. I’m sorry, Jesse.”

“It’s not your fault. Not theirs, either. I just - feel. I felt their interest, their fondness of me. And it,” he sighed. “And I don’t know if I deserve it. It is odd. Being loved by someone. Receiving affection from people who share my blood, even if we never met before.”

“Everyone deserves love,” she said.

At that, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. The tears came freely. They marred his face with water and salt, something he’d never thought he’d feel again on his skin. Lucie opened her arms, letting his head settle on her shoulder. His hand grabbed one of hers, while her other hand brushed the side of his arm to soothe him. She let him weep in silence until he had enough. And in that moment, Jesse felt very lucky to be so loved and understood.

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darkwingsofimagination · 4 years

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I have lots of thoughts and feelings about Madre Solo Hay Dos, and this post is an attempt to express it. Since I'm posting through the android app I can't use the keep reading option, so SPOILER ALERT IN CASE YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED MADRE SOLO HAY DOS YET.

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So, when I began watching I couldn't find a trailer or a teaser, was relying solely on the small synopsis Netflix gave - which honestly was the best thing for me.

It also meant that at fisrt I was really surprised there was a husband at all not to mention two older kids in Ana's life, but I grew up watching enough mexican telenovelas to know that one way or another things would work out (I surely hoped so). But I liked how the story unraveled.

I was also VERY SURPRISED by Mariana and Elena's relationship because I definitely wasn't expecting Mariana to actually be with a woman before falling for Ana.

Juan Carlos cheating on Ana was both expected and utterly irritating (how could he do that when he had such an amazing wife and family?) And it cannot be justified by the fact she was controlling and workaholic. It just isn't, I mean he knew that control was how she showed love - he said it in episode two - and knowing he met her in university he must have known she was and would still be career driven. And to me that marriage was in the verge of ending and not just because he cheated, but for how he treated her. Always making her feel bad on focusing on having a successful career. I like him as a father, he is pretty good. But as a husband to her he was an asshole. I mean I could understand him asking her stop working a little to spend some time with the baby, for health and bonding issues, (and in a way she did need some rest) but I can't say I liked him in the first episode, because as soon as I knew he cheated that was it. But I tolerated him, he had some nice moments.

Pablo made me so pissed at him for the way he treated Mariana, specially after she said no to him. Although I didn't see him as being manipulative at first, I do agree he seemed to only want Regina if Mariana would go back to him. Besides, the fact he kept competing against Elena (he didn't see Ana coming at all and I really love that lol) irritated me. To me he was clearly treating Mariana as if she were some prize. As if she came back to him would prove he was better than Elena, that Idk Mariana was only with Elena because he left you know? Like getting her back was just to boost his ego - just my opinions. If he could work on not being an ass to Mariana just because she doesn't want to go back with him and still be in Regina's life and for all that's holy if he finally stops listening to the jerks he calls friends he could be tolerable.

I like Elena, I don't love her though, but I like her pretty much, however telling Mariana that she was just confused about how she felt for Ana was a jerk move. I get it, she is hurt and maybe she feels like getting revenge because what Mariana did to her wasn't nice (I mean, it was pretty clear she let Elena assume they were more than just friends who occasionally kissed) but still doesn't justify it. Honestly, I don't even think she should have told Mariana that she noticed she fell for Ana. Mariana needed to that on her own (which she was almost there if the gay panic on her face while she looked at Ana during their "bonding" ritual for Regina's spiritual reception was any indication). What happens is I think that Elena accepeted that she had lost Mariana to Pablo, and to her ir made sense: he was there first (in the sense he was her previous relationship), he was a man, and she was the first woman Mariana ever was with, so maybe she was trying new things and he is Regina's father, maybe she even thought Mariana was still in love with him on some level (which is even sadder, honestly). But seeing Mariana fall in love with Ana, made her realize that Mariana likes women, that she can fall in love with another woman, she just never fell for Elena. So yeah, if they don't make her into a manipulative bitch she could still be an awesome character - my headcannon is both Elena and Pablo getting their heads out of their asses and helping Mariana win Ana back.

All of the men in Ana's life are stupid.

Juan Carlos doesn't appreciate all the effort she puts in trying to be a business woman, a good mother and wife. Neither does Daniel, her ex, seems like he actually understood her. While he read a bit of his book to her she seemed very unconfortable, just as when he talked about not being able to keep up with her. And like he said, her smile is beautiful, yes (the woman is masterpiece of beauty) but she's way more than that. However her ex did look like a fool in love when he saw her again (which Juan Carlos never does) and I guess that's what drove her to him.

I'll save the best for last, so bear with me just a bit more before getting to Ana and Mariana. Before I'd like to talk about Teresa.

Even if I wish Mariana didn't hide from Ana what happened I do understand her. First Tere (beautiful woman, wich honestly this show just slayed me with so many beautiful women) is her mom and she is kinda manipulative (although I'm sure she sometimes means well most of the times she doesn't think about the consequences of her actions) and I don't know, I think as strong and as independent Mari is, she does want to have a family that gets along and people here in Latin America sometimes get in too much of that "family is blood" bullshit, and not only Latinex but the rest of the world seems pretty adamant in having children listen and forgive their parents and carry on toxic parent-child relationships because "they are your parents", which sucks, but it's true. And not only that as much as Ana feels hurt I don't think she would have believed Mariana if she told her. After all in 20 years Juan Carlos never seemed to show any signs of ever being unfaithful to her. Even if it was the right thing to do, it's not the easiest decision. It wasn't just a relationship of a married couple it would affect but also JC's relationship with the children, because it does change their view of the parent - hence he cutting Ana before she said to the children she cheated on him. And yes Tere is her mother and the thing about parents (and other immeadiate family members) is that even if they screw us up all the time we always feel like we have to stand by them someway, somehow. And (and it's a very unpopular opinion and I'm not sure if I'll manage to get my point across very well but I'll try) I guess Mariana felt guilty for what Tere did, not only for keeping the secret but for her actions as well. Mariana is always trying to fix things with and/or for Tere and I guess she might have felt guilty over bringing Tere into Ana's life, even if she knows it's not her fault anything happened... but guilt is something really weird, so yeah. why I think she feels guilty is because, well, I don't know how it is for other people, but when living with manipulative people they managed to make you feel bad for things you have nothing to feel sorry for, not to mention that her attempts of protecting and trusting her mother comes from a feeling of guilty of not being able to trust her - which is also another thing both Pablo and Teresa want from Mariana without ever giving her reason to and then making her feel bad about not being able to trust them.

And finally, what I thought of Ana and Mariana's relationship.

I love how Ana and Mariana balance each other, I like the age difference as well. I thinks it sends a great message as well, not only with the cliché that you may find lkve whenever, but that no matter how old or how young are life happens and you have to deal with it. Being married and having a stable life didn't stop Ana from having her life turned upside down, and the same with Mariana, in her case it just meant that her mess of life got even crazier but that just it.

I love how the relationship between Mariana and the kids just flows naturally as well. And I love how Mariana does support Ana and shows she is happy for her a lot more than her own husband. Even if they are not married they do act like each other's partners, at least to me.

I feel like their relationship begins to shift at the end of the first episode when they decided to live together - and 'Flotando' by Francisca Valenzuela playing during the scene, to me, it's a very beautiful and subtle way to say to us viewers that we can and should expect more from their relationship.

However the second episode it feels to me like it's fundamental, specially for Ana. They both fell very silently for each other, and without noticing and I think Ana began falling when Mariana not only broke her rules but defied her and told her the truth everyone else was afraid to say - and not only that that bond the girl began forming with both Ceci and Ro. I loved how she was super attentive in listening how Pablo was a jerk and then being super protective of both Mariana and Regina when he began coming around - but I also loved that she relented, albeit reluctantly, when she saw that Mariana really thought Pablo could be of importance to Regina. The fact that Mariana was so worried in making sure Ana approved of him showed more of how much she valued Ana's opinion than whatever she may feel for her ex, which to me was step 1 of Mariana falling for Ana, step 2 was definitely the scene where she makes faces at Valentina just so the baby would smile at Ana and the woman could be a little happier, and sideways hug was the cherry on top - the way she feels uncertain of it before doing was very well thought out and executed.

The scene where Ana introduces Mariana and Regina as her other daughter and Valentina's other mother without explaining further than "we are the mothers of the two babies" was really such a heartfelt moment I just died.

I loved how after those initial moments they were constantly checking on each other (I really do love when Ana goes check on Mariana after her disaster of day with Anuar and she gently tucks Mariana's hair out her face in such a beautiful caress).

The scene in which Ana is shocked about how Mariana's date went is definitely one great indication of the fact she was feeling something more (I mean, saying that if she were a man she would definitely hit on her? That has got to be the oldest play on the book, the famous "I'd kiss you if I weren't straight"). Also on the same episode but before the horrible date, she did ask Mariana to never again say she wasn't attractive, which I also saw as something more, 'cause she was able to read between the lines. Mariana out loud said she wasn't sure about her body, not really saying she didn't feel pretty but one could read it. I think it meant something because Ana seems not that much of an expert reading people, so to be able to be so certain would mean she really paid attention. When Ana said Mariana should try with someone she trusted I think that she wanted it to be hed, even if she didn't realize yet. Or maybe did. In the episode where she takes time off before accepting her promotion there's a scene after she wakes up that Juan Carlos begins to kiss her, clearly intending to have sex (and they did have it) but her face is like "god this is boring/I don't think I really want to" that just makes me think ok, maybe she's already realizing she wants someone else (I had this impression). The episode where they go away and not only Mariana manages to convince everyone to go without being intrusive it's really nice, I also loved how fast Ana embraced everyone else as family for Mariana and Regina. The pool scene, oh my, I melted. First how pissed Ana was to know that Tere got distracted and Mariana almost drowned and how she instantly went after Mariana to chek on her, and not only trying to calm her about the water, listening to her about her fears and at the end asking if she trusted her (like I said before I really think she already wanted Mariana and knew it) and then the way they looked at each other whilst in the pool with the babies. Perfect!

Ana feeding Mariana the baby food was the cutest, and I know she said the girls weren't ready to be parted because she was afraid of she might have cancer I really do think she also meant because she wanted them there (let's not forget the lengths she went to make Mariana stay when Juan Carlos said he thought it was time to get back to normal).

Ana's "Te amo" makes lots of people think it came out of nowhere, but I don't think so. I really do believe she fell in love with Mariana, silently and without even noticing - the lingering gazes and gentle touches are some indication - and while she was drugged and asked Mariana to promise her to take care of the girls and she did I guess it hit her right then and there how much she fell for her and you know, most people do say that when you're drunk or high you tend to do and say the things you really want to because your filter just doesn't work. So yeah, I admit to me it was both unexpected and not at all.

I keep wondering if Mariana would have told Ana that she kissed her had she not told her she needed to do the biopsy to rule out cancer. Either way I love everything about the scene. How grateful Ana is to know that she can count on Mariana and how fearful Mariana looks. I loved that Mariana just stopped everything to accompany Ana to the hospital.

I loved that Mariana never for one second seemed to think of saying yes to Pablo and how even with all of her mother bs she refused to live with them because Ana needs her.

The baptism is the peak. Their bonding ceremony is not only wedding vows worthy but it's also the it finally hits Mariana that she fell for Ana, and I just love the gay panic she clearly has. I love her face of fool in love when Ana goes to her friends and how happy both of them look while holding the girls through the ceremonies.

Even if I'm very grateful for the declaration and the kiss we got - highlight for the lightning of this scene. The way the sun hits them helps give the impression that they will work it our - however Mariana should've processed her feelings first but I get her, she was afraid of losing Ana without a fighting chance - both for not telling and for Ana may having cancer. That scene is as beautiful as it is heartbreaking with both of them so miserable. The ending is one more proof of how well this show knows to pair scenes and songs. Cobarde's lyrics is so perfect it feels like it was made for the scene (or perhaps the scene was thought for the song).

I really hope we get these two together in season 2 - however I love me some angst, and usually is what we get, so I think that Ana's tests will come back positive and that Mariana will go back to take care of her and things will go on from that.

And that was my TedTalk, thank you for having the patience to read the ramblings of a very enthusiastic viewer.

#madre solo hay dos #daughter from another mother #mae so tem duas #paulina goto #ludwika paleta #lesbian #ana y mariana

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beclynn-herondale · 3 years

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Nora aka the "the brains and trying to keep everyone alive also is on the verge of breaking down in tears. 'Listen, ten cups of coffee is not that much guys *laughs*' angel grant me the fucking patience. @ siblings: Look at the pretty flowers! go look at them and stop sassing everyone! *Sasses someone=hypocrite?????"

Luan aka the "attitude but loves their siblings and is secretly very smart *and wants to achieve the level of sass his uncle Alec has* 'im amazing, yes.' look I don't understand a word you mean. *Sees animal=must hold animal."

Cecie aka the "bitch fight me and I love you and kindass *simultaneously* and *punches or stabs thing to feel better* 'why is everyone so hot? Why am I so hot? It's a tragedy because not everyone will be able to look upon the beauty."

Archie aka the "please I don't want to be here, and I just want to do art *also people worry me. Cecie! Help!* People are draining, pls. I love you all and violence is not the answer *gets hit* 'screw that! I'm gonna defeat you!'"

Tessie aka the "I heard what you said but it was dumb so I won't be taking it into consideration, also could kick your ass, also the *my mental age is much older* 'i don't have time for the stupidity of you.' *you're making stabbing you so tempting right now*"

Alex aka the "if I don't try it I'll never know *climbs up fridge then falls off fridge and laughs* future artist. 'listen, I'm gonna do it so might as well tell me your disappointment now.' *mood*"

Mags aka the "listen one day I'll be as fashionable as my namesake and then you will all see, also I'm gonna be as dramatic as possible. *Would literally flip you off behind your back and you'd never know. Because still child :(* reads too many romance books"

Arie aka the "I just want mangoes and a nap, and hugs, she babie. Stuff animals are friends, sticks tongue out at you"

They all swear like sailors

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Sizzy's kids

George aka the "nerd and scientific facts, has Starwars movies memorized *may be on the verge of a breakdown* science is sanctuary, listen I don't know who this calm person is but sounds sketchy. Of you don't blow up something what's the point?"

Layah aka the "is a nerd but is fashionable, could quote Starwars to you endlessly *very passionate and won't hesitate bitch* do not fuck with me. cunningness like her mother. Can be legit terrifying. 'you think you can hurt me? Pls.' if you hurt her family and she kills you, it's your fault."

Robin? Might change his name but aka the "knows way too many facts about this certain thing, would do something just to see the outcome. Messes his brother's science equipment to see the chemical reaction, is cunning af, *what is not being sassy?* Would totally jump off a bridge after doing the proper calculations for it."

(I might add another kid for them but I feel they are more likely to have/adopt only two or three)

@khaleesiofalicante perhaps you'll laugh at this 🤣🤣

#clace kids #clace babies #clary fairchild #jace lightwood herondale #clace #isabelle lightwood #simon lovelace #sizzy #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #tmi #the mortal instruments

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livia-dovehallow · 2 years

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anticipating Chain of Thorns with Cecily Herondale

a random night at 2am two weeks before CoT's release, maggie has a sudden break in writer's block to spew some nonsense from Cecily's point of view about the events to come in Chain of Thorns.

no spoilers, obviously, because CoT is not released yet and this is all speculation. besides, i doubt we'll get a Cecily POV in CoT anyway :P

each section has no smooth transition as i cannot write transitions to save my life. enjoy these random bits of Cecily Lightwood

Cecily brushed his cheek as if her thumb were just a feather. His eyes were sunken and red from all that the past two days had brought. Cecily couldn’t blame him—she felt as run down as Gabriel looked, and she still could not get the image of him covered in blood out of her mind. “Don’t push yourself so hard,” she murmured. “You need to heal.”

He met her eyes. “I can’t just lay here, Cecy,” he whispered. Each sound of the crack in his voice sent a crack through her heart. “Not when all these things are happening to our family.”

Cecily was silent for a moment. She felt as he did, frightened and worried and angry. How could they not? One niece had died. Another was locked up in the Silent City. Another was missing. And their long-dead nephew was now alive. Cecily felt a pang of guilt and selfishness that her own children were safe at home, all under one roof. That her husband had not died from his injuries. “I know,” was all she could muster in response.

Gabriel let out a shaky breath and reached up to grasp her hand in his and lower it from his cheek. She could only keep gaze with him as he did so, afraid to look down and see the bandages that wrapped his entire chest and burst into a fresh set of tears. “I don’t know what Tatiana did,” he continued. “Whatever she did to get herself charged with dark magic put Grace in the Silent City, and Jesse—” his voice cracked at his name—“Brought Jesse back.”

Despite her best efforts, tears began to drop from her eyes once more. “Whatever Tatiana did is not your fault,” she told him sternly. “Not yours. Not Gideon’s. Do you hear me?”

“She’s still my sister.”

Cecily swallowed painfully. For all the grief she had put Will through all those years, she hoped she never brought him to tears the way Tatiana brought her brothers to tears.

Oh, God. Will.

At that very moment, Will was with James, jumping portal after portal to find Lucie. She could imagine it now, even as she sat beside Gabriel in their dimly-lit bedroom, the desperation in her brother’s eyes to find his daughter. The frustration he would feel each time his Familias rune did not lead him to Lucie. Never letting James out of his sight while they searched.

And Tessa, holed up in Lucie’s bedroom sobbing, praying for Lucie to come home safe. The guilt she was feeling at not being able to wear a Familias rune and help her husband and son look for Lucie.

Cecily was brought out of her thoughts at the feel of Gabriel’s hands wiping her cheeks. She blinked until she was back in her bedroom and leaned into his touch. “They’ll find Lucie,” he said softly. “They won’t give up until they do.”

“I know,” she sniffed. “We’ll find Jesse, too. And when we do, we’ll be able to help Grace.” Suddenly, realization lit up across Gabriel’s face. Cecily took one of his hands and squeezed. “What? What is it?”

“That’s it,” he said, his voice clearer. He moved to sit up, but the moment he winced, Cecily planted her hands on his shoulders and forced him back down with a fierce look. Gabriel sighed, but did not fight against her. “We can find Jesse the same way Will can find Lucie. A Familias rune.”

Cecily’s heart ached. He wasn’t wrong. Gabriel shared blood with Jesse. He could use a Familias rune. But he was too hurt to join the search, and being only his uncle, his Familias rune wouldn’t be as strong as Will’s was to Lucie. “You’re too hurt,” she told him, sounding angry only because she couldn’t bear the thought of Gabriel getting more hurt.

“Gideon can use it too,” he added anyway, determined.

“By your logic, so can Eugenia and Thomas,” she tried to reason with him. Gabriel’s features began to soften. “And our own children.”

“You’re right,” he relented. Cecily wished terribly that she could crawl in next to him, curl up with him, and pretend everything was all right. She didn’t even take pleasure in being right. “We’re not sending our children anywhere.”

She sighed, and instead of crawling beside him as she wanted, Cecily moved from her stool to sit beside him instead, facing him with her hand locked tight in his. His eyes followed her every move. “Gideon is working on a plan to find Jesse, I’m sure of it. And a way to get Grace out of the Silent City. There is no chance he isn’t.”

Gabriel squeezed her hand with as much strength as he could muster. “You’re right about that, too,” he said, giving her a tiny smile. Cecily did not take pleasure in being right anymore, she decided.

Cecily didn’t want to leave once Gabriel had finally fallen asleep, but she could not sit still watching him knowing the lengths the rest of the family was going through to find the missing children.

The closer she dragged herself to Lucie’s room, the more she could hear voices murmuring. Was someone already with Tessa?

Cecily pushed open Lucie’s door and stuck her head in enough to spot Tessa looking up at her from the floor beside Lucie’s bed. Beside her, Sophie was patting Tessa’s hand gently. “May I join?” Cecily asked.

Tessa nodded and held out her other hand toward her. Cecily scurried across the room and fell beside Tessa until both her and Sophie were squishing Tessa between them. Tessa was shaking, her breaths hitching, but she’d otherwise stopped crying long ago from the dried streaks on her cheeks. Cecily’s heart hurt terribly—she knew the pain of not knowing what would happen to your precious child. But at least she knew exactly where Christopher was. She could not imagine how it would have felt if he’d been missing.

“Is-Is Gabriel doing all right?” Tessa whispered. Tessa sounded more English when her voice was choked like that. Cecily preferred Tessa’s natural American accent because of that.

Cecily squeezed Tessa’s hand. “He wants to help in the search,” she answered. “And you? How are you doing?”

Tessa hardly moved. She had a fixed gaze on the rug that covered most of Lucie’s bedroom. Dozens upon dozens of journals and loose papers were everywhere, as they usually were. Nothing was inordinarily out of place. “I don’t know,” Tessa answered blankly. “I thought I might find a clue as to where she may be in here, but there’s nothing.”

Cecily bit her lip and thought deeply for a moment. There was no way Lucie didn’t write down every aspect of her life, every thought. She knew Tessa knew that too. But Lucie wrote in riddles and stories. Names for people that weren’t always as obvious as Cruel Prince James.

“There is probably something,” Sophie offered quietly. “But she’s hidden it well. It may not even be in her bedroom. Don’t blame yourself for that, Tessa.”

“Sophie is right. And Lucie is resourceful. She’ll be all right, and Will is going to find her.”

Tessa closed her eyes, sending a new wave of tears down her cheeks, but she remained still in her place. “There was something Jamie said before they left,” she sniffed. “I don’t know what he meant. But I think it had something to do with Lucie. ‘She could see him.’”

“’She could see him?’” Cecily repeated. She met Sophie’s eyes, equally curious. “That could mean many things. Maybe he’s told Will what he meant by that. James wants to find Lucie as much as you do, of course.”

Tessa nodded. She was normally a quiet person, Tessa, but even now, she was uncharacteristically quiet. Cecily felt strange about it, but not unable to understand why. And James’s words lingered in her mind. She could see him. Who could she see? If James sounded surprised by it, did that mean Lucie could have seen a ghost that he couldn’t?

Cecily started. Lucie was last seen going down into the Sanctuary. Where Jesse’s body was being held. Where Jesse’s body disappeared.

“Cecily?” Sophie asked, concerned. Cecily turned to both of them, eyes wide and heart racing. “What is it?”

“Jesse,” she breathed. Tessa and Sophie looked more puzzled. Cecily sat up further, her mind racing. She had to find Gideon. “’She could see him.’ If James said that because Lucie could see something he didn’t, it couldn’t have been just any ghost, right?”

Tessa began to nod. “It’s possible,” she said slowly.

“I think Lucie could see Jesse’s ghost.”

Gideon stared at her, shock frozen across his face. “Come again?” he asked her, his voice choked.

Cecily fiddled with her hands in front of her. She could hear the rumbling conversation of the other members of the Clave just down the hall. They had to be so curious why she’d burst into the room and demanded that only family be a part of what she had to say. And when Tessa and Sophie appeared behind her, she could have sworn all the color had left Gideon’s face.

“I know it sounds unbelievable,” she said, uncertain. An unusual tone for her to take and the family knew it, for Anna, Eugenia, and Thomas stared in surprise from the other end of the table. “But Jesse being alive also sounded unbelievable. If the reason he’s alive is because his body was preserved, what if that also means he’d been a ghost all this time, unable to return to it?”

Gideon stumbled on his feet until he put his hand down on the table to steady him. “Cecily,” he said, his voice low. “This—This changes so many things if you’re right.”

Cecily made a small sound of distress. She hated uncertainty. She also knew she had to repeat her theory to Gabriel when he woke up, and she was not excited to put him through more shock. Especially if this was how his brother was reacting. “If I’m right,” she strained, “it also means Jesse has been here all these years.”

Gideon looked like he was about to vomit. He sunk into the nearest chair, looking horrified. The elder children at the other end of the table remained speechless. “Tatiana,” he breathed. “The dark magic.”

“You’re saying Aunt Tatiana was using dark magic to bring Jesse back?” Anna piped up. “And it worked?”

“Tatiana was sent to the Adament Citadel weeks ago.” Gideon shook his head. “If it really did work, why did it take so long?”

Sophie let out a deep gasp. “Grace.”

A hush fell over the room. If Grace had not only known about the dark magic but took part in it, it was possible she continued the work after Tatiana’s arrest to bring her brother back. She’d turned herself in the same night he disappeared.

“I have to go to the Silent City.” Gideon rushed out of his chair toward the door, but Sophie grabbed his arm with pleading eyes.

“Tatiana spent years keeping Jesse and Grace away from us,” she said. “If you barge in their asking questions about Jesse, she might be too frightened to answer. We might as well be strangers to her, Gideon.”

It was harsh, and Gideon looked in pain, but it was true. Cecily wanted to cry at the expression on Gideon’s face. Gabriel would be just as hurt when he found out. There was a reason why Grace had turned down their offers to take her in. “I’ll go,” Cecily offered.

Gideon and Sophie turned to her. “Cecily—”

“I’ll go,” she repeated firmly. “She’s our niece, too. And she might feel more comfortable speaking with a woman. Even if I am her aunt, I’m more removed from Tatiana than you or Gabriel. Grace might not feel as much pressure if I go.”

Sophie turned back to Gideon. “She may be right, Gideon.”

Gideon sighed but nodded. “Okay, Cecily, you go speak to Grace. See what you can find out about Jesse and where we might find him.”

Cecily dropped her shoulders. Grace was scared and alone, without her mother or brother, in a place her mother had refused to ever take her before. The lone Voyance rune on the back of her left hand the only sign that Grace had had true Nephilim parents before Tatiana.

“I’m not here to convince you to see your uncles,” Cecily said as gently as she could. She remained in place, hoping that the distance would make Grace feel more inclined to feel comfortable around her. Grace only stared back in silence. “But we do need to know where Jesse is, Grace. You’re the only one who can help us.”

At that, Grace startled, and shot up from her curled position. “Where Jesse is?” she asked. “What do you mean where Jesse is?”

Cecily blinked in surprise. Grace seemed shocked, and more scared than she had moments ago. “Grace, love,” she treaded carefully. “Did—Did you not know Jesse is alive and missing?”

Grace paled. Her knees buckled and Cecily shot forward below the girl hit the floor. Cecily held Grace up in her arms, more confused than ever. Grace’s breathing became erratic and Cecily did exactly what she would have done for any of her children—she hugged Grace and rubbed her back with long, gentle patterns. “Shh, love, breathe. Breathe.”

Cecily expected Grace to stiffen at the contact, but she did not. “J-Jesse?” Grace squeaked.

Cecily closed her eyes and scolded herself for being so brash about her question. The poor girl had no idea her brother was alive. “I’m sorry for breaking it to you in that way. I did not mean to shock you.” She pulled away and held Grace’s shoulders back enough to see the girl’s face. Tears stained her now red cheeks, the only color that had returned to her face. “We thought you may have had something to do with it or known about it. But I’m not here to punish you. We just want to find him and bring him home.”

Grace’s eyes were wide. She knew something, Cecily saw in her eyes, but she didn’t know he was back. No, it had to have happened after she was already in the Silent City. “Grace, dear, was it your mother’s dark magic that brought him back?”

Slowly, Grace began to shake her head. Surprise lit up Cecily’s body. If it wasn’t Tatiana, who did it? “Was it you?”

Grace did not shake her head yes or no. Instead she shook terribly in Cecily’s grasp. “I—We—We tried. S-She came to m-me. I gave up b-but—s-she did it.”

“Who, Grace? Who did it?”

The girl looked terrified. “Lucie.”

Cecily felt just as Grace had looked. Lucie. Lucie helped bring Jesse back. She could see him. Him was Jesse.

The moment before stepping through the portal back home, Cecily felt like throwing up. It was all connected. Lucie’s disappearance and Jesse’s disappearance. Wherever they were, they had to be together. Which meant when Will found Lucie he was going to find Jesse, too.

Mrs. Lightwood?

Cecily started with a sharp inhale and turned to the Silent Brother beside her. “I’m sorry. Lost in thought for a moment. I’ll be going.”

She stepped through the portal and looked around the lab. No one was there waiting for her. With a relieved sigh, she lowered herself to the floor and buried her face in her hands. How was she going to tell Gideon and Gabriel what she had found out? How was she going to tell Tessa?

Before long, loud footsteps came barreling down to the lab. When she looked up, Christopher was still in the entryway, looking at her with great surprise. “Mam?” he asked, incredulously.

Cecily rushed to her feet and brushed her skirts. “Oh, Christopher,” she said, clearing her throat. “I was using the Portal. I’m sorry if I messed anything up with your lab, love.”

Christopher shook his head. “Nothing is out of place,” he assured her with a concerned frown. He looked so much like his father when he was concerned, Cecily thought to herself. Her sweet boy. “Are you okay, Mam? You look upset.”

Cecily gave her son a small smile and made her way toward the opening, where he remained standing. When she reached him, she squeezed his cheeks. “So much has happened the last couple days. With your father still recovering, I’m just a bit tired.”

“Why don’t you rest?” he asked her, genuine and caring. He was taller than her now, and Cecily had to look up a bit to meet his lavender eyes. “I’ll watch Alex.”

Cecily’s smile grew, though her thoughts still ran inside her head. “Thank you, love. I need to find your uncle, but I will go up and sit with your Father after. All right?”

Christopher didn’t look entirely convinced, but he nodded anyway. “I’ll bring you tea once you do.”

Cecily took a long, painful breath before pushing open the doors to the study. Gideon shot up the moment she stepped through the door, but only when the doors shut behind her did he begin questioning. “Is Grace all right? Does she know where Jesse is?”

“Gideon,” Cecily began, meeting his eyes with despair. His expression fell. “She didn’t know Jesse was alive.” Sophie gasped beside Gideon and covered her mouth with her hand. “The poor thing was in so much shock when I told her so brashly. Oh, I felt so guilty. She was in hysterics.”

“Is she all right?” Gideon asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Cecily nodded. “She told me as much as she could. And—well, we all need to sit down and someone must bring Gabriel down here because I don’t think I can say all this again.”

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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OH MY GOD! ITS HAPPENING! Its only the summary and I’m emo 😂 I should be studying for my exams, but I have tomorrow for that ;)

Ok, lets do this:

UDHWIJSHW THEY ARE SO CUTE FOR EACH OTHER I CANT-

"He preferred to hide his heart away. But he couldn’t hide David. He didn’t want to. David deserved to be seen." Like father like son. Both speeking poetry about their love ones. (and no, Idk which father I'm talking about 😂)

“I don’t think they are fake dating,” David hummed from the other end. “You don’t talk for hours every night if you are just fake dating.” (THANK YOU DAVID! SOMEONE THAT ITS NOT BLIND)

"They like doing chores. Let them do it. They fight demons all day and then come home and do chores. I feel like it’s their form of therapy. They need this.”“So, by not helping them, we are technically helping them?” Bapa had asked and Max had nodded with a grin. “Shadowhunters are weird.” “True dat,” Max had laughed. They were all weirdos. But Max loved them anyway. He loved his weird shadowhunters. (The domesticity lf this is killing me in a good way🥺)

“Will you on a date with me? Tomorrow?” Max asked then – because why the hell not. (Hell yeah Max. Go big or go home babe😎)

“This date is going to be the best first date in the history of first of dates.” In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have said that. (I'm already feeling his chaotic ass will do something like Magnus did, but lets keep hope)

"Maybe Lexi and Liv would probably enjoy a date – a fake date - in the arcade." Could I be more in love with both of them?? Is that physically possible?? 💙

Elyaas giving Max dating advice!! Lmaooo 😂😂

"His parents would not be pleased if they knew Max was summoning demons for relationship advice. But they had also encouraged Max to make friends with everyone regardless of their identity. So, technically this was their fault. They gave him very mixed messages." YOU LIL SHIT. YOU ARE NOT WRONG THO...

FUCK. An attack??

You lil shit Max.

Yep, Rafael has to deal with it everyday 😂

OOMG YESS. THE ALIANCE RUNE!!

"So, when he got tired, he would simply fix the problem by eating. It was a win-win to be honest." I feel like I should say something, but tbh it makes sense

Ok, this fight is intense

Wait. Anjali is there??? What?

Oh ok, it wasn’t

“Say the thing!”Rafael groaned and raised his hands, the alliance rune lighting up.“I’m not just a shadowhunter,” Rafael said through gritted teeth. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.” I'm dead 😂

THAT SCENE WAS EVERYTHING. LOVE THOSE TWO

“Well, demons are stupid,” Max pointed out. “Yeah, that makes sense,” Rafael said with a mouthful of food. “You are half demon after all.” “Asshole,” Max laughed and punched his brother.

“Text dad we are okay,” Rafael said, slowly recovering. “They will worry.”Max nodded and did that. (This just summ up sibling relationships so well *chef kiss*)

“It can be hard, Max. Bapak and dad…Sometimes I look at them and feel like I will never have what they have.” YUP. THEY HAVE SIBLINGS DYNAMIC. ALSO RAFAEL IS JUST 🥺🥺🥺

David got wounded???

Oh ok. False alarm.

Rafael sat down next to him and put Bapak’s head on his lap, gently massaging it.

“Are you okay?” dad knelt down next to his husband. “Just a little tired,” Bapak replied.A little tired. Max knew Bapak was fucking exhausted." "Bapak never showed it. He never complained. Max wondered what else he hid away from everyone else." “Okay,” dad whispered and kissed his husband on the head. “Get some rest, my love.” Bapak nodded and closed his eyes as Rafael hummed something softly. (Well, now I'm crying 😭😭)

" His niece found an herbal medication that helps with the pain.” ANJALI!! I LOVE HER💙💙

"Dad finally smiled and went out to the balcony, phone in hand. He seemed to hang out in the balcony a lot lately" No no no. I dont like this. Babe find a better copying mechanism!!

"Bapak smiled then. A brilliant grin. The one dad probably fell in love with." jsyeihdiej I cant🥺💙

"Bapak sniffed when dad sat down next to him and gave him an odd look. But he didn’t say anything." Magnus tell him something. I dont like where this is going😭

“Does that mean Bapak is a capitalist?” Max asked. “Do not drag me into this!” Bapak protested and dad laughed at that" Ahh yess. Typical family discussions 😂

"David: Mr Herondale yelled “Yes! Two out of three!” (😂😂 I HONESTLY LAUGHED WAY TO HARD!!)

“Well, no! I don’t want drama. But I want you to be dramatic so I can tell you not to be dramatic!” I would like to say WHAT? but I honestly get it 😂

“Also, we all know you had an embarrassing crush on Uncle Jace growing up,” Rafael snickered. “And you definitely still have a crush on Uncle Jem.” Oh god 😂😂 but I mean... Who doesn't have a crush on Jem?

“Oh yeah?” Max demanded. “Well then let me explain your type. You are probably going to fall for someone who is like a combination of Aunt Izzy and Aunt Lily! Some femme fatale type who is a heartbreaker and looks like a supermodel and-” Boy got it right huh? 😂

“You two are dating?” dad demanded. “Since when? Who else knows about this? Why didn’t you tell us before? Were you dating when you were in London? Magnus, did you know about this?” “There you go!” Max yelled triumphantly. “That’s the dramatic reaction I was looking for. Thanks, dad!” lmaooo 😂😂

"And that’s how the next hour turned out to be the most painful and most embarrassing hour of his life." I. I have no words

“I’ll have you know this conversation utterly traumatized me. I demand financial compensation.” “Not happening,” dad said into his coffee, and Max groaned before walking back into his room. (THAT FAMILY 😂😂)

" I tried to hurt your father once.” OH no, the angst is coming

" He didn’t know about this. He knew about their story. Everyone did. The accords hall kiss. The fight in Edom. The changing of the law. Their love was legendary. Not this!" THIS IS BRINGING BACK SO MANY FLASHBACKS

“All I know is that I was terrified. I love your father. I love Magnus more than anything in the world. And I didn’t want to lose him. And I didn’t know what to do.” 😭😭 NOT AGAIN!!

"When you love someone so much, sometimes you do crazy things.” THIS

" Love had made a fool out of them. Love had made them blind." Yup. tsc: a summary

"When you love someone, you have to be honest with them" And THAT is character development!!

"They called it The Jem effect." I'm using this from now on 😂💙💙

"Uncle Jem was wearing a tank top and and ripped jeans." So its time for SIMP over Jem Carstairs? Okey then.

"In fact, he used to have a crush on both Tessa and Jem. It’s how he had found he was bisexual." Same here 😂

“MINA! I SWEAR TO LILITH I AM GOING TO GET YOU BACK FOR THIS!” OH MY GOD I LOVE MINA!!

“In my defense, I was busy!!” “Oooo, someone has been getting busy!” Mina WINKED. (You lil shit! I love her 💙)

He didn’t know he could blush!!!

" They had gone to hell and back for Roman. It wouldn’t have been possible if not for Catarina. She was, and always has been, a miracle worker." Again, I love my queen💙💙

“I believe in Mavid supremacy.” ME TOO

"There is something so queer about Ferris wheels!" Someone needed to say this

"They had their own space in the spiral fucking labyrinth. These fucking legends." I BELIEVE IN WARLOCK TEAM SUPREMACY

"But Ragnor had always had a soft spot for Rafael." 🥺🥺

I love my warlock squad so much I cant-

Ragnor is so done😂

“I don’t want to lose him,” Max said it out loud for the first time. “But you will, Max,” Catarina said gently. “Everyone loses people they love. Every day. It’s how life works.” (its to early to be crying)

“Yes, we do,” Ragnor replied. “But it also means we fall in love over and over. Century after century. It’s our blessing.” (these warlocks are just to perfect)

“And that love is going to last for a lifetime,” Tessa said softly. “Can you imagine that? Someone loving you for centuries. Someone remembering you for eternity. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?” 🥺🥺

David deserved to be loved like that – endlessly and impossibly. (OK BUT THE PARALLEL)

Tessa should definetly write a guidebook

“Je t’aime à la folie,” Max said.David’s eyes widened. “Vraiment?“ "Je t’aime. Je t’aime de toute mon âme. Je t’aime pour toujours.” ( I literally screamed and woke up my sister, I just love them so much!!!)

"David smiled. The smile Max fell in love with" 🥺🥺

“I know I am not your forever and I am okay with that.” Max bit his lip. “Okay.” “But you are mine,” David said. “You know that, right?” (ksidjdldk its just all this was beautiful!)

“I got it all planned,” Max said – for someone who had no idea what he was going to do." (Me as I should be studying 😂)

" And you were just scared. You were just a kid." “I just…I just realized you might not have had that when you were growing up – that there might not have been people you could talk to about these things.” THAT!! LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!

"Max pulled him closer and kissed him again. Every kiss a promise. A promise to love. A promise to fight. A promise to survive" I would die for this two

OMG he took him to the Celestial Palace!! Thats so perfect and 🥺🥺

“Oh mon dieu! Ceci est incroyable! Il y a tellement de livres! Oh mon dieu! Je l'aime tellement!”💙💙 Idk how you manage to make me love David even more

“Of course he doesn’t hate you!” Max chuckled. “But he did say he will put your nerd ass in the silent city if you don’t bring me home by 11.” David blinked. “You’re joking, right?” “Of course,” Max grinned. His father had actually said that but there was no need to scary poor David any further. (😂😂 Imagine having the Consul as father-in-law, poor David)

“Yeah, not good with words my ass,” Exactly!! They say they are not good with words and procede to recite poetry of their love one??!!

Ughh I love this chapter so much and I loved how they deal with the inmortality thing! I just love when people comunicate and talk to each other! THATS A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP! And how they didn't repeat Alec and Magnus mistake. I just love it! *chef kiss*

Anyway, this was really long and it took to open notes to fullfill, so i'll just leave💙💙

Bro I just felt like I read the whole chapter again and I am feels. I AM FEELS SEND HELP. Not me catching feels over my own shit lmaooooo.

Thank you so much. I have some work to do and I was like meh and now I have some energy to do it lol. I hope you spend tomorrow studying! You better!! Good luck!

ps - I love you notice the parallels and references. It makes me lil heart go boop!

also why do I feel like y'all are eternally doing exams????

#ily thank youuuu #lbaf

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thelonewolf48 · 4 years

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Listen... I wrote this right after season 1 ended. I was so sad for not finding any posts in here about the series and I saved this piece for when I felt like posting it.And, finally, Tumblr is catching up!! And I feel like I must give you all this!

All grammar and punctuation errors are mine! Hope you like it!

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Mariana doesn't remember how she got to the hospital. Her brain didn't register beyond Ceci's words.

“They took mom to the hospital.”

She feels the phone slip from her hand, doesn't heart it hit the floor. Pablo approaches her, and everything becomes a blur. Flashes of reality are the only thing that moves Mariana. She grabs her purse, takes a cab, and tells the driver the hospital's name. Arrives at the reception and almost shouts 'Ana Servín' to the nurse.

Everything stops when the nurse asks her, 'are you a relative?'

A yes is ready in Mariana’s lips. But in this circumstance, is she a relative?

A friend?

After living for months at Ana's house. Caring for each other, the babies, and their families. After assuring Ana that neither the babies nor the children would be alone. That Mariana would be attentive and would take care of them as if they were her own.

After everything, they've been through. What were they?

Of course, love is there.

Mariana loves everything about Ana. From her controlling temperament to her obsession with appearances. It’s inevitable not to love someone like Ana. A successful and beautiful woman. Ready to give her everything for her family and job. Ana seems cold and snob, but once you get close and gain her trust, she gives her heart without second guesses.

In the end, Mariana suppresses the desire to say yes, we are family. The thought of lying crosses her mind. She could even say Ana was her mother. But that's not fair to Ana. Much less to her family. It's still not fair to anyone.

Once in the waiting room, she calls Ceci. Knowing how scared the girl must feel while trying to assure Ro that everything would be fine. Ceci's cries break Mariana's heart.

"Ceci. Ceci, I need you to calm down." Mariana wants to sound kind, but she also needs her calm. "Have you talked to your dad yet?"

“No,” Ceci’s voice cracks, “I thought of you when they were taking her away an-and…”

"I understand, Ceci." Mariana chokes back a sob, "but now I need you to be brave. For Ro, Regina, and Valentina. Alright?"

Ceci answers with a sound of affirmation, which sounds more like a sob.

"Call your dad. Tell him what happened and tell him I'm waiting for him here. They only allow her relatives in."

“But, you’re part of the family too.”

The sentence warms Mariana’s heart.

"I know. But our situation is hard to explain." Mariana wants to hug Ceci. "Talk to your dad. I'll wait here, and if anything happens, I'll call you. Don't worry. Your mom will be fine. Do you think Ana Servín is going to let them keep her in this place?”

The little giggle Ceci gives her soothes Mariana's anxiety a little. Yet, the worry won't pass until she sees and makes sure that Ana is okay. Until she talks to the doctor who treats her.

Juan Carlos arrives about an hour later, and Mariana doesn't know what to feel or say. He approaches her with fast and long steps. Mariana repeats what the nurses told her after she made a fuss at the front desk.

'Mrs. Servín is stable and out of danger.’

As Ana’s husband the nurses attend him immediately.

With a glance, he apologizes to Mariana before following a nurse.

While he is with Ana, Mariana ruins her nails with her teeth. She tries to distract herself. Calls Pablo and asks him to take Valentina to Ana's house. Asks him to stay with the children for a day. He replies that he already has Regina's bag ready and texted Elena about the incident. Sometimes Mariana forgets that Pablo is reliable.

Wonders if she should call Tere too.

Would that be inappropriate? She decides to send her a text. After all, Altagracia is with the kids, and Pablo would be there too. Her message is short and direct. Only to inform her mother that Regina and Pablo will be at Ana's house. That she and Juan Carlos are in the hospital because Ana had a little accident.

“She’s still asleep.” Juan Carlos sighs as he plops down next to Mariana. “The doctor said it was most likely stress. He asked me if she had been eating and sleeping well.” He rubs both hands over his face. “It's my fault.”

Mariana places her hand on Juan Carlos' shoulder as a sign of support and understanding. He gives her a sad smile.

“I’ll ask the nurse to let you in.” He holds her hand. “thank you for being here.”

He walks a few steps before turning around.

"She loves you, Mariana. She's just hurt." Mariana bites her lower lip. "If she didn't love you, she wouldn't have reacted the way she did." She tries to understand the meaning behind his words. He shoves his hands on his pants pockets.

"She needs you more than she could ever need me," he adds without looking up from the floor.

Seeing Ana in the hospital bed feels familiar and strange at the same time.

Familiar because that's how they met. In a small hospital. Ana looking as elegant and powerful as always. And if not because her round stomach, Mariana wouldn't have known Ana was about to have a baby too.

Strange because, now, Ana looks older than she is. She looks as if she had aged ten years in few days. Dark circles under her eyes and pale skin. Her short hair unkempt.

That was the consequence of the lies three people in Ana's life kept from her.

‘It’s my fault.’ Juan Carlos words repeated in her head.

It was all their fault.

Taking Ana’s hand, Mariana leans and kisses the corner of Ana’s lips.

Ana feels worse than she did when she accompanied Mariana to Elena’s gig. The day when her life started to go to hell.

That must be where she is now. Hell. Her punishment was to make her feel like this. It's a reasonable punishment, she thinks. Not only did she sleep with her ex-boyfriend, but she also had feelings. Feelings. For a woman much, much younger than herself.

For God’s sake!

The voice of her mother, berating her for all her mistakes, didn’t help at all.

That's when she noticed it, the weight in her right hand. Covering her eyes with her left hand. She tries to get used to the light, the dizziness, and the headache.

Once her focus on the wall didn’t make her feel sick, she turns to her right.

The machine monitoring her heart captures the exact moment when her heart skips a beat and quicken. Mariana is sitting next to her, her face propped up on the bed, one hand holding her own hand. Ana blames the painkillers for clouding her mind. For making the first coherent thought be how beautiful Mariana looked while sleeping. With a loose ponytail and bare face.

Ana moves a lock of hair away from Mariana’s face, her thumb moves of its own volition and caresses the girl’s cheek.

Tears fall like raindrops.

Ana missed Mariana.

At first, Mariana thinks the little sobs are coming from Valentina. It takes her a whole minute to remember where she is and why. She sees Ana trying to suppress her crying.

"Ana." Mariana sits up. "Are you alright?" Her voice sounds hoarse, the product of waking up and the air cooling the room.

Ana tries to calm down, Mariana sees the pain and desperation in her eyes when she fails. Her crying increases when Mariana caress Ana's cheek. Ana pushes the hand away, tries to punch or slap Mariana in the shoulder and arm as hard and as many times as she can.

The entire floor hears their combined screams of 'I don't want to see you here' and 'Ana, calm down, please.' The screaming makes the nurses call security. And by the time they arrive, it seems like a tornado formed inside the room. Ana throws everything within her reach. Mariana tries to cover and avoid all the projectiles.

Everyone in the room rushes to help Ana when they see her body falling against the bed.

The security men leave the room, moments later, as Mariana apologizes.

"She needs to rest." The nurse emphasizes before leaving too. As if blaming Mariana, who can only reply with a guilty smile.

"I want you to leave too," Ana says as she massages her temples.

"Please, Ana." Mariana begs. "Someone has to stay with you."

Ana looks at her with so much anger that Mariana feels it pierce her soul.

"You already made me look terrible to the staff of this hospital." Ana's mouth tightens into a pout that indicates anger and indignation. "What more do you want? Your mother takes money from my husband, you live in my house for months. You even won my children's affection. Changed my life. What else do you want from me? Do you want my money too?"

"Don't be unfair, Ana. You proposed me to stay at your house until Valentina stopped breastfeeding." Mariana approaches the bed with a firm step.

Both women look at each other, challenging the other, as they have always done since they met.

"I love you, Ana," Mariana whispers after a while, averting her gaze.

"Please." Ana snorts.

It's the frustration that drives Mariana to lean into Ana's personal space. To press their lips together. She finds resistance, and Ana struggles, trying to push Mariana away. But Mariana continues kissing Ana. And when she nibbles the edge of Ana's lower lip, Ana stops struggling.

Cradling Ana’s face the kiss turns desperate.

Wild.

Mariana wants to convey all her love and admiration for Ana with each kiss. With each nibble, she wants to promise Ana that she would never make the same mistake.

“Ana.” Mariana sighs between kisses.

Once the desperation passes, the kisses slow down until they're little peaks. Both know that they would have time to talk about how their feelings change everything. Mariana knows this is the right time to give some explanations – while Ana is silent, for once.

When Mariana starts to walk from one side of the room to the other, Ana's brain shuts down for a moment. She dedicates herself only to look at Mariana. Regina and Valentina's mother. To remember all the moments they spent together. Their fights, their talks. The times Mariana made her understand that one couldn't control life sometimes. To live in the moment. No rules, no pretensions.

Mariana cries while trying to explain her side of the story.

"Ana," Mariana takes her hand and kisses it, "please. Forgive me." She presses their foreheads together and squeezes Ana's hand.

The weight she felt on her chest disappears. Ana feels whole again.

In control.

"I already did." She sighs. "I can't live without you anymore." Ana chuckles.

In those lonely days, Ana realized that the anger passed from Juan Carlos to Tere and, finally, to Mariana. It was then that the anger turned into sadness and then regret. She regretted not having Mariana and Valentina by her side.

The disappointment when Mariana confessed knowing everything and didn't tell her was still there. But to a lesser extent. Ana knew it was not going to be easy. Ana was not one of those people who forgave fast. She knew that.

But for Mariana, she would push that part of herself and try.

"I love you too, Mariana."

The sound of Marian’s phone interrupts the comfortable silence they created.

"It's Ceci."

Ana snatches the device. Talks to her daughter, instructing her to pack a bag with a few clothes, her phone and tablet. And when she finishes, she dials Cynthia's phone next. It makes Mariana roll her eyes. Of course, Ana acts like she owns the phone.

“You do know we still need to have a very serious conversation, right?”

Mariana smiles and nods. “Later,” Mariana holds Ana’s hand again, “right now you need to recover.”

Ana smiles.

They will talk. Scream at each other.

But Mariana trusts they will find a way to move on.

After all, Regina and Valentina need both their mothers.

#madre solo hay dos #daughter from another mother #Don't worry guys #Ana was just very tired and fainted #Do we have a ship name already?#I mean... it could be AnaMari or MariAna...#Or whatever #Let me know #and i hope you like it!#one-shot #TheLoneWolf48 writes

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Chapter 2-Project “Ma” –Eve–; Scene 6

Original Sin Story: Crime, pages 56-69

One of the cities that made up the Twelve Royal Capitals was the city of Asmouse.

This town, managed by senate member Ceci Vaju, was the place where the historical backing of the Twelve Royal Capitals was most pronounced.

The people who had once began the excavation of the god’s legacy in this area—Senator Vaju was a descendant of theirs, and he was also a very passionate researcher of artifacts.

Fumbling for a way to more effectively utilize these artifacts, Senator Vaju founded the Royal Research Institute in Asmouse with permission from the previous queen. He entrusted the position of first director to a friend who shared his passion, Horus Solntse.

As their initial goal implied, the Royal Research Institute’s research wound up contributing greatly to the development of Leviantan engineering, weaponry, and living wares. The artifacts could be made to work with magical power, but Horus and the other researchers progressively discovered more effective operating procedures, and brought yet more glory to the Magic Kingdom.

Meanwhile, Senator Vaju and Horus also used the institute to pursue a different avenue of research.

That was “to deliberately create people who have strong magical abilities”. In other words, it was to make a candidate for the next queen be born under the domain of Senator Vaju, and was also necessary research for him to obtain the position of the next senate head.

But that research had proved to be much rougher going than anticipated, and Horus had passed away from illness before they could achieve any results.

Horus had an adopted son named Adam, and he was, too, a skilled scientist. For that reason he was hired on by Senator Vaju as the new head of the institute, and he also inherited their research—the “Next Queen Project”.

--That “Next Queen Project” had now changed its name to “Project Ma”, and was proceeding under the supervision of Head Senator Miroku.

…Most of that was inconsequential to Eve.

The important thing was the fact that Eve was, at present, the strongest candidate they had for “Ma”.

Not having much interest in science herself, Eve could only conclude that the Royal Research Institute was a cold, unappealing place.

“Wish I could have had a more comfortable chair.”

Adam gave a slightly troubled smile at Eve’s complaint, handing her a cup with a liquid in it.

“We’ll give that a fix the next time we’re making a device to test magical ability. But for right now this is all we’ve got…Well, anyway, give this is a drink if you like.”

“…What’s this?”

“It’s a drink called coffee. It’s not spread much outside the capital, so it’s understandable if you’ve never heard of it.”

With Eve’s mood souring more under the impression that she was being made fun of as a country hick, she brought the brown liquid to her lips.

“—It smells good. But it’s a little bitter.”

“It’s got a lot of milk and sugar in it. Drinking it should help you calm down a bit.”

“I think I’d be a lot calmer if I could get these wires off my arms and legs.”

“We need them to get an accurate reading of your magic. …It’ll take a little bit of time, so please try to be patient.”

The measuring device they’d used in the village of Nemu was a simpler, portable model.

Though, it wasn’t the fault of that device that they hadn’t gotten an accurate result back then.

“That spoon…is also extremely curious to me, as a scientist,” Adam said, brandishing the blue spoon that Eve used instead of a staff.

“At a glance it looks like a normal, bland item….But it can increase or decrease the magical ability of its owner at will. In other words it can amplify magic and also temporarily put a seal on it—”

“My mother gave it to me.”

“Did she make it?”

“I don’t know. I never learned that.”

“This might also be a legacy piece…Well, we’ll deal with that later.”

Adam set the spoon on a nearby table, and then drew closer to a large box that was next to the chair Eve was sitting in.

“Well, let’s get started.”

He pushed up a lever that was attached to the box.

Suddenly feeling slightly dizzy, Eve fell back a bit in the chair.

“I’m…a bit nauseous.”

“It’ll go away. We have to check to see if that powerful spell you used in the forest…was because of the spoon, or your own magical ability.”

“How…long will it take?”

“Hmm…About an hour, I think.”

“That long!?”

“It’s not like you have to keep perfectly still the whole time. Though you can’t leave the chair. You can drink coffee, or if you’re hungry I can bring you something to eat.”

“Then—” After looking up at the ceiling for a moment, Eve continued, “Can I talk?”

“With me? …Of course, I don’t mind.”

“Then…I want you to tell me something.”

“What is it?”

“About the ‘Witch of Merrigod’.”

Adam’s expression stiffened. “Why would you want to—”

“She’s the one who murdered the father who raised me. Isn’t it only natural that I would want to know about her?”

“What will you do with this information?”

“…Not sure.”

Eve herself didn’t know the answer to that question.

But—

“I can’t just go on not knowing.”

“…”

“Assuming I’ll become queen someday, I mean.”

“…I see. Yes, perhaps…so.” After gazing fixedly at Eve’s face, Adam steeled himself and then started to talk. “The ‘Witch of Merrigod’—Meta Salmhofer was originally an ‘Ma’ candidate.”

“You told me that earlier. But you said she was discarded for being cruel?”

“Yes. If you go southeast of the capital—far, far further east than the village of Nemu where you live, there is a place called Merrigod Plateau. That area is a dangerous region, used as a stronghold by a certain group.”

“…You mean the ‘red devotees’?”

“No, to be accurate those are little more than a single unit of this group. The name for them as a whole—is ‘Apocalypse’. There are some people who say they’re a simple crew of bandits, and there are others who caution that they’re an anti-social organization that seeks to overthrow the kingdom.”

According to Adam, not even the royal capital’s information bureau knew the true situation.

“What we do know is that the leader of Apocalypse is named ‘Pale Noel’. And that he and Meta are lovers.”

“Pale Noel…”

“His age, his appearance…all of it is unknown. Actually, we don’t even know if he’s really a man. Whatever the case, she’s this person’s girlfriend. We needed to exercise extreme caution even to go see them.”

At the time, Adam, Seth, and a few other researchers had gone to Merrigod Plateau with a peacekeeping force led by Gammon following along.

“But…that was a mistake.”

Adam heaved a great sigh.

“We just ended up provoking them. As a result…a small war broke out on Merrigod Plateau. Though that wasn’t what we scientists had intended at all.”

“But that wasn’t the case with the peacekeeping force and Apocalypse…Right?”

“Indeed. Gammon is always looking for glory. It’s like he’s a big bundle of ambition. Even more so after he became the head of the peacekeeping forces. He likely figured he could use his position as bodyguard to crush Apocalypse.”

But his plan ended in failure.

“Meta is an ‘Inheritor of Gilles’. She controlled the soldiers of the peacekeeping force with her power, and they all started firing at each other. Even us researchers, who they were supposed to be guarding, got caught up in it….We had heavy losses. That’s why the institute is still completely understaffed.”

Eve had come along to the institute with Adam, but now that he mentioned it she realized that she hadn’t seen anyone else up to coming to this room.

“How…many scientists survived?”

Adam spread his arms in a grandiose gesture and replied, “Don’t be surprised. Just me and Seth! Though this facility wasn’t very heavily staffed to begin with.”

“I see…How awful.”

Eve had the home where she’d lived destroyed by Meta.

But Adam too had had his friends murdered.

“Yes…Some of them I got along with quite well, and some I frankly didn’t much care for. But none of them deserved to die like that.”

On seeing Adam’s bitter expression, Eve was reminded of her own grief.

“Hey…Just what is an ‘Inheritor of Gilles’ exactly?” she asked, trying to change the mood.

“R-right…An ‘inheritor’ is, well…To put it simply, it’s someone with ‘supernatural powers’.”

“’Supernatural powers’? Unlike magic?”

“In this country there are people who possess ‘special powers’ different from magical power. For example…the white army. We know from our reports that clan has the power of ‘Inheritors of Salem’, able to wield fire.”

“I see…So that was it.”

Eve had always thought that the white army’s usage of fire was through magic, but it appeared this wasn’t the case.

“Among the white army there are people who are magically impotent—that is, they were born without any ability to use magic at all. And yet despite that they are able to use their fire powers just the same as their fellows. …Though I’ve heard that research into the fundamental theory behind it hasn’t progressed very far at present.”

“Is that research conducted here?”

“No. Research into ‘inheritors’ is the purview of Lighwatch Temple. Sir Yegor Asayev, the head priest, is the expert on it.”

“Wow…”

“So, honestly I don’t actually know that much about ‘Inheritors’. Just that they’re divided up into categories by ability, like ‘Gilles’ and ‘Salem’, and that those are based on the names of the god kin—”

At that moment, the box set next to Eve—the magical ability measuring device, started to faintly shake.

“Hey…Is this working okay?”

Eve pointed to the box.

“Hm? …Oh, that’s fine,” Adam replied, gazing at the symbols that popped up onto the box’s screen. “Would you like some more coffee?” he asked her, turning around and noticing that Eve’s cup was empty.

It was a peculiar drink; Eve didn’t find it all that tasty, and yet she kept bringing it to her lips for some reason.

“Yes, please…But before that, one more question.”

“What is it?”

“…Why did Meta go after my father?”

“…That I don’t know.”

His eyes looked somewhat shifty.

Still, Eve couldn’t tell if Adam was playing dumb or not.

“Well then, a different question.”

“You’ve quite a lot of those. I actually have a lot of things I want to ask you, you know.”

“What does the royal capital…or rather, the military, plan to do about Apocalypse?”

“What do you me—”

“They’ve killed a lot of people, right? The people of the village of Nemu, and the people from this institute…’Sin must be punished’…Even I know the laws of this country.”

“…”

Adam took the cup from Eve and left the room without a word.

--In hardly any time at all, he had returned once more with a cup full of fresh coffee.

“Here you go. I put in more milk than last time.”

“Thanks.”

“…They are to keep careful watch over Apocalypse—That is what the military…or rather, the senate, decided.”

“--! Why!?”

“At present, Apocalypse has done no damage to the Twelve Royal Capitals. For the kingdom, the white army and the others are little more than barbarians at their border. The capital’s protection would be imperiled if they moved their security forces against them any further than they have.”

“So you’re saying that as long as the royal capital is alright, it doesn’t matter what happens to the others?”

“…I’m just a mere scientist. What I’ve told you now is just what I’ve heard from Gammon.”

Even if he was involved in a project of great importance to the country, he wasn’t in any position to say much more on the government outside of that—That’s likely what he meant.

Eve could tell that.

She could, but…

“That’s unreasonable. The ruler of a country needs to understand the suffering of its people…I think now I understand why my father hated politics,” Eve muttered, frustrated.

“…”

Adam looked upon Eve in silence for a short while, but eventually he shifted his gaze to the measuring device.

Then he took up the piece of paper and quill set on the desk and started to write something down.

--Midway through his work, Adam said, still not looking at Eve, “In that case…You should become the ruler.”

“…”

“It seems you have the qualifications for it.”

“So you mean…I can become queen? Has it come up with a result?”

“No, it’s still measuring, but…At this point I’m already seeing some impressive numbers. I think…your magical ability is much higher than that of your father.”

Even so.

No matter how gifted she was, Eve was still just a simple girl who knew nothing of governance.

Would anything change by someone like her becoming queen?

--Appearing to sense her anxiety, Adam set down the paper and quill and drew close to her.

“It’ll be fine, I know it.”

“…”

“I’m sure you can do it.”

“Can I do anything alone?”

“You’re not alone.”

“My father is dead. And the people of my village are gone. I don’t have anyone—"

“—You have me.”

Adam clasped Eve’s hands in his own.

…She couldn’t bring herself to brush aside the warmth in them.

“Do you dislike me?” Adam asked.

“…If I did, I wouldn’t be cooperating with all this…But, what about you?”

Adam had gotten close with Eve just because she might have had strong magic.

She was just a candidate for queen to him.

That was surely the reason for him being so kind to her like this—

“I wouldn’t be trying to have someone I disliked selected as queen,” Adam said plainly. “You’re an enchanting woman. I’ve thought so since the first time I met you.”

“…Didn’t you stab at me with a sword at first?”

Adam burst out laughing at Eve’s reply. “Pfff…Ah haha, that’s true. Please forgive me for that. I was desperate back then.”

“Are you good with a sword?”

“I’ve only learned enough to defend myself…Ah yes, speaking of swords.”

Adam shifted his gaze to a sword that sat in the corner of the room.

“We ended up bringing that over here.”

It was Raisa’s sword, the one that Gammon had thrown to him in the forest.

“It’s an unusual shape…Its current owner is currently in prison. Not much point in returning it.”

“Raisa is…alive?”

“Just barely. Though even if her wounds are healed, thinking on what she’s done…She’s not likely to avoid an execution.”

“…”

It wasn’t just Raisa.

The Witch of Merrigod Meta, and Pale Noel.

In this world, so much—

Evil had spread.

Even if Eve continued to fire lightning as the “Witch of the Forest”, she could never get rid of it all.

It was impossible for one person.

She would need—much more power.

And for that…

Eve chewed her lip.

--As though to mock the resolve that had begun to sprout in Eve’s heart, several days later something happened.

Raisa, the white fiend of Jakoku, escaped from prison.

There was no way that she could have accomplished this herself, being near death.

It was likely that an outside person with influence had pulled some strings.

Meanwhile, the magical potential measurement result…was suitable for queen candidacy, just as Adam had predicted.

Her M count was over 350…Eve didn’t know how much exactly, but at the very least it was more than enough to secure the agreement of both Adam and the senate.

And with that result, Eve could smoothly become queen—or so she had thought.

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