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jamiemackenziefraser · 4 years ago

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All That Was Fair

Chapter 27: Fraser Publishing Part 2

Summary: Claire and Jamie finish out their day at work

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a/n: A huge thank you to my friend @isthisclever (/isthiscleverr on twitter ;) ) for being an amazing beta for this chapter and also dealing with my writer's block/overall overthinking <3. Go check out her story "The Other Side," which one of my favs and is almost completed, ahh! While you're at it, maybe just stalk her whole AO3 page.

Thank you so much for your patience, lovely readers. I managed to get past the writer's block, and this 5k if what just sorta happened after a month of not writing. Hope you like it!!

Chapter 27: Fraser Publishing Part 2

The air felt heavy despite the fresh scents and slight breeze. Hand in hand with Claire, Jamie walked slowly around the trail that wound its way in a meandering circle around the park. If he was being honest, he was stalling, trying to give them both time to gather themselves before going back to Fraser Publishing. Jamie couldn't ignore the grief tugging at his insides, but he forced it down deep, praying that Claire couldn’t feel it from where she held onto his hand like it was her lifeline.

Oh Christ, if she could feel how his grief was eating him up inside...

A cloud hung over them for a long while, but Jamie was trying his best to reassure Claire with comforting touches and sweet words.Gradually, her face began to lift, and he caught sight of the spark of his faerie beneath the sheen of guilt and lost potential blanketing her face. It was still clearly on her mind, though, and Jamie couldn’t shake the discomfort that he was trying to shove itself forward from the pit of his stomach and the back of his mind.

It was well past lunchtime and when he should have taken her back, but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to force her to go inside when she still seemed so… off.

Apparently that was the right decision because at one random moment, Claire stopped him and abruptly pulled him into a hug.

“What was that for, my wee faerie?” Jamie asked, brushing a few stray curls away from her forehead after holding her for a long moment.

“I love you,” she said simply.

There clearly was more on her mind. In that moment, he didn’t know whether to push her or to leave her be. He tilted his head down, catching her gaze, praying silently that he was making the right decision.

“What’s botherin’ ye, a leannan?” he asked. He slipped his fingers under her chin and lifted her face higher so he could press a soft kiss to her lips.

“I just..” she started, but cut herself off to take a deep breath. “I just… I don’t know how to tell you how I’m feeling, Jamie. I’m sad. But also I’m so, so happy. I want to be with you, be happy with you—” she tugged on his hand which was still gripping hers “—forever. I just… want it to last, I suppose?”

“It will, Sassenach,” he assured in an exhale. “It will, lass.

“I,” her eyes filled with unshed tears, and Jamie wished he could take them all in the palm of his hand and keep them from spilling from her eyes. She didn’t cry, though, just blinked watery eyes up at him. “I know we haven’t talked much about… the rest of our lives… but— talking about not having babies today just made me think. Maybe... maybe I’m not meant to be forever for you?”

Jamie’s heart dropped below his toes, sinking down through the grass beneath his feet and likely down into the very core of the earth. He could barely force the words out through his suddenly raw throat when he asked shakily, “Do… do you no’ want that, Claire?”

She shook her head so violently that the curls swished back and forth over her face. The expression of horror at the question eased Jamie considerably, and her answer fully assuaged the rest of the rising panic.

“I do want that, Jamie. From the second I ran to you from that hill I knew it was forever. I love you more than the life that was mine. I just… if that’s not what’s best for you, I wouldn’t take the rest of your life from you. Your dreams.” It was her turn to raise a hand to his face, cupping his cheek with oceans of tender, selfless concern swimming in her eyes.

“It’s always been forever for me, Sassenach,” he told her firmly, voice low. He believed it with every bone in his body. “And I told you before, I have no life but you, Claire.”

She blinked, and he could tell she was trying very hard not to break down into tears.

If he could have, he would have gotten down on one knee and proposed to her then and there. He knew it was forever, and he wanted desperately to share that with her, but there were conversations that needed to be had and preparations to be made before he could.

He let go of her hand and raised both to her face. He held her between his hands, cradling his whole entire world between his palms. Beseeching her to listen, he held her gaze for a long moment.

“I dinna have to be an empath like you to ken that ye’re still feelin’ guilty, mo ghraidh,” he said. “Please, listen to me. I wouldna tell ye this if it werena true.” He took a breath. “If you could gi’ up yer old life, yer people, yer home… for me... it is nothin’ for me to no’ be able to have biological children. I would trade everything I have to keep ye. Everything. And I wouldna think twice. I want ye forever, Sassenach, whatever that means.”

Her cheek was so soft under his fingers, and he was startled to find wetness there. He glanced up to her eyes to find that she’d finally lost her control and tears were escaping to roll down her face.

“Please, dinna cry anymore,” he pleaded, “I canna bear for ye to be in pain.”

“I’m not crying because I’m sad, Jamie,” she whispered. “I’m crying because I love you.”

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Walking back inside Fraser’s Publishing some time later, Claire seemed much more at peace. She no longer visibly waged war inside herself, and Jamie felt like he could finally breathe. The heartache they’d shared was far from over, but at least its troubles for that day could be left outside in the park.

As they came inside, they were greeted by Mrs. Crook, who immediately beckoned them over to her desk with an eager wave.

“Claire, darling! I have some homemade cookies I thought ye might like to try…”

“That’s verra kind, but she has food allergies, Mrs. Crook. She doesna accept food from anyone,” Jamie quickly cut in.

“Oh, well,” Mrs. Crook looked back toward Claire again. “I saw ye wi’ the Murray weans earlier, dear. Maybe ye would be interested in seein’ some photographs of my darling grandbairns?”

The woman was clearly desperate to bond with Claire, and Jamie couldn’t help but feel proud to see how much of an impression his lass had made. Claire shot him a quick smile, giving him a nod and a look that said “I’ll be alright.”

“I’ll meet ye back in my office,” Jamie said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the top of her curls.

Before she could even reply to him, Mrs. Crook had snagged her arm and was herding her over to her desk, Claire good-naturedly following while blowing Jamie a kiss.

Leaving the ladies in peace, Jamie started toward his office. Before he’d even made it out of the reception area, however, he found himself face-to-face with Geneva Dunsany, forcing him to grind to a halt.

Geneva was one of the lower level staff members in marketing and a relatively new hire. Jamie usually only hired people he knew personally, but John had insisted on her as a favor to her father, a longtime family friend. Jamie didn’t know much about her other than that she was competent enough at her job that he never had to interact much.

But here in front of him stood the dark-haired lass, her face caked in makeup that was a shade too dark and her fake lashes blinking up at him.

“I wondered if I might have a moment,” she asked.

Jamie spared a glance behind him, checking that Claire was alright. Upon seeing her chatting away with Mrs. Crook over a picture on the reception desk (and hopefully not in immediate danger of revealing her secret), he turned back to Geneva.

“Of course. What can I do for ye?”

“I had a question about… Well, I thought I might ask you to have a look over some quarterly reports I’ve completed.”

As she was speaking, Jamie shot another look over his shoulder. He couldn’t help but worry about Claire when she wasn’t by his side, and he was impatient to get her tucked safely away in his office so he could finally get some real work done.

Geneva was clearly displeased by his less than courteous behavior.

“Mr. Fraser,” she sighed.

He turned back toward her, reminding himself of his dedication to his company— as distracted as he was, an employee didn’t deserve to be treated like this.

Geneva was already speaking again. “I was wondering if perhaps later today you could come by my office? Or I could come to yours?”

“Ms. Dunsany, I’m afraid I’m verra busy at the moment and I’ve lost a fair bit of time already… Perhaps ye could take it up wi’ John instead?”

“But…” her response faded from his attention as a familiar wee hand suddenly wrapped itself around his bicep and a body pressed flush against his side.

At Claire’s sudden appearance, Geneva cut herself off mid sentence, her painted mouth falling open into a disgruntled “o.”

“Hi, my love,” Claire all but purred to Jamie, giving his arm a squeeze. She tugged him slightly downward, enough so that she could stand on her tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek.

Jamie was left bewildered as one of her hands snaked over to plant itself firmly on the center of his chest and rub back and forth.

“Hi, mo ghraidh, ehm—” he struggled to find words as Claire gave him another kiss, this time to his shoulder. He could barely focus his mind as it seemed her hands were everywhere at once: stroking his chest, rubbing his arm. What the devil had gotten into her?

He finally remembered what he was trying to do, and managed out a weak, “This is Geneva, our…” her job title flew out the window as Claire’s hand went from his chest to hook into one of his belt loops on the opposite side, effectively stopping his heart and his brain in one simple motion.

“Geneva, this is Claire,” the words burst out in a rush with zero brain cells behind them as he desperately tried to fulfill his social duties in the face of his girlfriend’s advances.

He lowered his head to try to catch a glance at Claire’s face, to make eye contact and glean some sort of clue about what had gotten into her, but he found she wasn’t even looking at him. Instead, her eyes were fixed straight ahead, right on Geneva.

“Hello,” Geneva said, a hint of disapproval in her voice. She took a step back from them as her eyes flicked up and down.

“Hello,” Claire replied, but her tone made Jamie start. Never before had he heard his faerie— his joyful, bubbly, loves-everyone-without-discrimination faerie— sound so cold. Her voice was low and steady, without even a hint of smile.

Jamie’s brain went on high alert as Geneva reached a hand out for a handshake. They had rehearsed this in the car (not that Claire’d had a chance to use it yet with all the hugs she’d been giving out), but Jamie was worried that all the training had gone from her mind when she had apparently lost her marbles.

However, Claire removed her right hand from where it had been placed over Jamie’s stomach to reach out and clasp Geneva’s while keeping herself firmly glued to Jamie’s side.

He could feel her stiffen against him the moment the two lasses made contact, and then, as if a rubber band had been snapped, Claire withdrew her hand and turned to Jamie with a jerk.

“I need something from your… room, darling,” she said forcefully, clearly forgetting the word for office.

“Of course, a leannan, what do ye—”

Before he could finish getting out his question, Claire was stepping in front of him to drag him away. He allowed himself to be tugged off by his faerie, leaving behind a nonplussed and rather displeased looking Geneva.

When they got down the hall to his office, Claire all but shoved him inside. Jamie stumbled through as Claire shut the door behind them. He was just beginning to ask, “What the devil has gotten into ye—?” when Claire was suddenly on top of him, her lips claiming his so insistently that it was almost an attack rather than a kiss.

His words were muffled by her lips, and he found himself getting shoved up against a wall as she took his mouth. All protestations died in his throat and her strange behavior was wiped from his mind as her kiss clouded his senses, filling him so entirely. He let her tangle her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him down to her, and he didn’t resist even as she tugged hard and her tongue swiped into his mouth.

He was fairly certain that she would be the death of him, but he was more than willing to die of asphyxiation if it meant that her lips wouldn’t leave his. Her mouth pressed hot against his, demanding and consuming. Still, as his lungs screamed for air, and he urgently squeezed her waist where his hands were resting.

She tore her lips away, gasping for breath, and then stood there, panting. She was quite a sight. Her hair was mussed, lips puffy, and her eyes held a hard look, darker than he’d ever seen them before.

What the hell?

“What— what was that?” Jamie gasped, barely able to find his breath. Claire had clearly stolen it from him during that heated kiss, right along with his wits and perhaps even his free will.

“You’re mine,” Claire said hotly, drawing closer again so her body could press against his as she said it. Her eyes blazed as they locked with Jamie, as if daring him to disagree.

“Of course I’m yours, mo nighean donn, but what brought this on?”

Claire had been in the process of leaning in to trail a line of kisses down his neck when he spoke, and she halted on her second kiss to draw back with a huff.

Clearly bothered, she looked almost dangerous as she said in a low voice, “Geneva. She wants you.”

“What?” it was almost a laugh as Jamie reacted to her claim.

Claire took a tiny step back so she could properly meet his eyes, and then said, very resolutely, “She does, Jamie. I touched her, I know. I could tell even before I felt it that she wanted you.”

Jamie’s mouth fell open at this revelation. He knew better than to protest, and upon hearing her confirmation, he realized that Geneva had been rather forward lately, but that didn’t mean she…

Looking at Claire’s heated expression, it clearly did. His lass was inflamed. Her cheeks were flushed, pupils dilated, and her jaw clenched tightly.

Jamie couldn’t help it as a smirk began to turn up the corner of his lips and a warm feeling of something akin to satisfaction spread in his chest.

“So ye’re tellin’ me… that whole scene outside, and then you all but attackin’ me in here… was because ye were jealous?”

“Well,” Claire shifted on her feet slightly, for the first time in several minutes breaking free from her severe look, “yes. You’re mine, and she—”

“Aye, I’m yers, mo ghraidh, no doubt about it,” he confirmed without hesitation, making sure she knew it was the absolute truth of his heart, “jes’ as ye’re mine.”

He couldn’t help but smile though as the pieces all fell into place. She’d seen him from across the room and gotten jealous, so she had marched on over to stake her claim on him before demonstrating her power by stealing him away, only to kiss the living daylights out of him. It all made sense now. Her behavior wasn’t random. It was possessive.

“You’re enjoying this!” Claire exclaimed, looking up at him with an open mouth. She was trying to sound appalled, but he could see the smile she was trying to smother turning up the corners of her lips.

The laughter bubbled up from his chest, and he grabbed her around the waist to pull her against him as he chuckled. “Ye’re too much, mo nighean donn. And it only makes me love ye more and more.”

Despite herself, she started laughing too, grabbing his shoulders as he hauled her against him.

“I suppose it was rather… petty,” she admitted, biting her lip.

“Mmmm, the way ye kissed me, though. I think I wish more lassies would take a fancy to me jes’ to get that reaction from ye again…”

She smacked him lightly on the chest, but she was still smiling as he leaned down to peck her on the lips.

“You don’t need silly girls to want you in order to get me to kiss you like that…” Claire teased, standing on her tiptoes so she could hover her lips over his.

“Oh, is that so? What must I do, then?”

“Absolutely nothing,” she breathed.

And then her lips were on his again, and she showed him exactly how little he had to do.

Jamie lost another solid twenty minutes of work time due to the makeout session with Claire that ended up with him pressed against his desk and Claire doing her darndest to make him lose every ounce of self control he’d ever possessed. He’d never been more grateful in his life that his office window had blinds and a locking door.

As nice as it was to have the very enjoyable attentions of his love, he had wasted so much of the day away already, and there was work to be done. He reluctantly detached his faerie, pulling her away by the waist while she murmured a protest.

Jamie swiped a thumb over her puffy lips as she pouted at him, resisting the urge to laugh.

How he loved her with his whole heart.

“Sorry, Sassenach, I really hafta finish up some work before everyone leaves for the day, and at this rate, I willna ever be able to stop kissin’ ye.”

She caught his fingers in a quick kiss before she frowned. “I don’t understand why all of you are so caught up with ‘work’,” she commented with distaste.

“I’m beginnin’ to agree wi’ ye, Sassenach,” Jamie snorted. The temptation to throw everything out the window and pay attention to absolutely nothing save this alluring creature in front of him was nearly enough to drive him mad. But Jamie loved his work, cared about his business, and he had to have some self control— what few scraps remained.

“Why dinna ye look through some of my books on the shelves while I work? I ken ye canna read the words, but there are some verra beautiful illustrations— uh, pictures, drawings— in some of them.”

Jamie cursed himself for not bringing adequate entertainment for her. Although, beyond Adso, the space heater, and the garden— well, and him, of course— Jamie wasn’t sure what exactly entertained Claire.

She agreed with only a brief pout, and Jamie could finally let out the breath he’d been holding when she was safely across the room, browsing the bookshelf. Feeling his heart rate finally descend (was it safe for it to be that elevated for that long?) he settled down in front of his computer.

He managed to get a good chunk of work done while Claire busied herself with flipping through nearly every book he owned. It turned out that it was an excellent idea, as she seemed well entertained. Every once in a while, Jamie would hear a gasp and have to look up to see the adorable expression of wonder on Claire’s face as she discovered another illustration. It was mainly the kids books, he noticed, that really wowed her. Likely because she could follow the story based on the pictures, and she grew absorbed. Before long, there was a semi-circle of opened books surrounding her on the floor. It warmed him to notice that she never closed them— always leaving them open when she found an illustration she particularly liked, as if she wanted to go back and see it again.

Despite her fascination and apparent entertainment, it was what felt like a short time later when Jamie was interrupted from deep concentration by a hand sliding up his arm to rest on his shoulder.

“Claire, what are ye—?” he started, but was cut off when both of her hands smoothed over his shoulders.

“You’re so tense,” came her smooth voice startlingly close to his ear.

“Aye,” he said, rolling his shoulders, “I tend tae carry my stress there when I’m workin.”

“I don’t want you to be tense.” Her breath tickled his ear, and a shiver rolled down his spine. Warm hands began kneading into his shoulders, digging into the soreness of the muscles. Her touch was the perfect mix of gentle and strong, pulling the tension from his body. He couldn’t help the sigh that fell from his lips.

Her hands didn’t let up their work, but she sometimes paused to smooth over his shoulders in broad strokes. Without meaning to, his hands fell away from the keyboard and his head tilted back. His eyes were closed in relaxation… when had he closed his eyes?

He realized distantly that Claire was murmuring soothing words above him.

“Does that feel good? Let out the tension, darling. There. I’ve got you.”

She hit a particularly tense knot, but the magic of her fingers had it loosening after only a second.

“Oh Lord,” he breathed, feeling like he was in a trance. “Ye’re so good at this. I—”

His eyes suddenly popped open and he bolted up in his chair, “Christ, lass. Ye’re doin’ yer best tae distract me from my work, are ye no’?”

“Shhh, don’t worry about it, just relax, my love,” she murmured into his ear, pressing down on his shoulders to get him to sit back in his chair again.

He was onto her game now, though, and reached up to grab her hand and still her.

“I have tae work, lass.”

“I’m not stopping you,” she replied.

The hand he hadn’t seized stroked over his shoulder. Feeling unequipped to the task of arguing with her, Jamie simply let go and brought his hands back to the keyboard.

Alright, Fraser. This is a simple game. If you stop giving her attention, she’ll get bored and leave ye be.

He focused all this attention on the computer screen, ignoring her as she continued her ministrations. It wasn’t the best job, but he managed to type out a few sentences before suddenly there were soft lips tracing the shell of his ear.

Another shiver ran down his spine, and there was a slight tug of teeth on his earlobe before she kissed it again, soothing the spot with a flutter of breath.

“Sassenach,” he said in a warning tone.

“What? I’m not stopping you,” she replied innocently before stooping lower to brush her lips— just barely— down his throat.

“Ye ken verra well that ye are,” he sighed, the sound turning from frustration to pleasure as she hit a particular spot that made his stomach twist.

Her fingers were tracing just barely under his shirt, tucking themselves inside the collar. She didn’t seem to be listening, or maybe it was just that she didn’t care, because she refused to respond to the protestation. Instead, she breathed out, “Do you know you have beautiful collarbones?”

“I didna ken, and I thank ye for the observation. May I return to my work now?” Jamie asked, trying to keep the pleading from his tone.

She hummed to herself, “I’m not standing in your way.”

Okay. So maybe he wasn’t quite strong enough to ignore it. And she was in no mood to free him from her clutches on her own accord.

Swivelling so abruptly in his chair that Claire nearly fell over backward in surprise, he faced her. He took her hands in his and brushed his thumbs over the back of her knuckles.

“Listen, lass. There’s no way I’ll get anythin’ done while ye’re toyin’ wi’ me, and I still have much to do. So let me make ye a deal. Gi’ me one hour wi’out interruptions, and I’ll… well…” Jamie found himself at a loss for bargaining chips. Ifrinn. The lass had him so well in the palm of her hand that he already gave her whatever she wanted. He decided to flip it and open it up to her. “What do ye want? In return?”

Her eyes flashed with excitement and a twinkle of mischief. Jamie braced himself for some devious declaration or demand for a game that would prove tortuous for his self control, but instead of anything like that, Claire surprised him by smugly requesting, “I want one hour in front of the heater.”

Jamie nearly laughed out loud. He’d come to realize that the lass thought that the space heater was a precious, exhaustible commodity, not some piece of junk hooked up to electricity. He hadn’t wanted to disavow her of that notion for fear that she’d spend every waking second in front of it instead of with him, and it seemed now it was going to play the situation to his advantage.

“I think I may be able tae make that happen,” he said slowly, keeping his cards close to his chest.

“With you!” she added quickly, narrowing her eyes, “for the full hour.”

“Do we have a deal then?” he asked, putting on his best business face.

“We have a deal,” Claire nodded primly.

Rather than a handshake, Jamie opted for a quick peck of lips. As Claire drew away and made to head back toward the bookshelf on the opposite corner of the room, she looked like a cat that got the cream.

Better luck next time, lass. If you wanna bargain, better come knowing what’s of value.

Feeling smug in his own right, Jamie returned to his work. This time, it wasn’t his girlfriend’s hands on him distracting his mind. Rather, it was the unshakable feeling of fondness that filled his stomach and warmed him to his toes.

***

“Hey, Jamie?” Claire asked, breaking the silence about 45 minutes into the agreed hour.

“What is it, a leannan?”

He tore his gaze from his computer to find Claire looking up at him from where she sat on the floor at the foot of the bookshelf. Her arms were wrapped around her middle, and she looked so wee curled up in the corner, shooting him a troubled gaze with eyes that were round as a doe’s.

“I’m cold.”

Brows furrowing, he abandoned his work— in the middle of a sentence no less— and went to her. She was shivering, despite it being rather balmy in his office.

His wee faerie, typical.

“Here, lass.” Jamie stripped off his suit jacket to wrap around her shoulders. She took it gratefully, her hands brushing Jamie’s at the edges. That bit of contact jolted through him, shattering any notions of him returning to his work straight away, and he fell to his knees beside her so he could wrap her in a hug.

She melted instantly into his arms, laying her head on his shoulder. He smoothed his hands up and down her back, and it was at that moment that he felt her shivering.

“Christ, lass, ye really are cold,” he burst out in concern.

“It’s cold,” she repeated, shifting herself within his arms to burrow closer.

“It’s no’ this cold,” he breathed.

She didn’t say anything, just trembled against him. She withdrew her hands from around his middle and instead tucked them against his chest between where their bodies were pressed together.

Jamie bit his bottom lip and repositioned himself to get comfortable. It seemed he was in for a longer break from his work than expected. His heart was beginning to beat faster as anxiety for his love rose in his chest.

“This is more than temperature, a ghraidh,” he said softly.

She shook her head where it laid on his shoulder but made no move to raise it and look at him.

“Ye were fine all mornin’,” he noted quietly as his brain began working in earnest.

“I’m fine now,” Claire insisted, her voice muffled from where her mouth pressed against Jamie’s shoulder.

“I dinna think ye are,” Jamie finally said out loud, admitting the fear that had been rattling around inside of him for days now. He’d watched the little things add up, even worried over them, but every time he managed to convince himself it was nothing. Even just this morning he’d thought perhaps everything was in his head. Now, however, it was just another item to add to the growing list that was too long to be coincidence.

“I told you, Jamie. It’s nothing,” Claire said, her voice gaining an edge to it. “I can feel you worrying.”

Jamie swallowed thickly. A rush of guilt washed over him, and he wondered whether she could feel that too. Gah! It was impossible not to feel things, especially when it came to her. It was terrifying to know she could read them, and that what he was feeling could make things worse for her.

“This isna nothin’ Sassenach, but I dinna ken—”

Claire sat up abruptly, pushing herself away from him with two hands planted firmly on his chest until she had gained her distance. Irritation was rising in her as warm spots on her cheeks, and her eyes flashed a darker shade of gold.

“Don’t tell me about me like you know better than I do,” she said, brows drawing together in frustration.

“I’m no’, I just—”

Jamie reached for her, but she batted his hands away.

“I’m telling you, it’s nothing. If you were tired of trying to warm me up, you could have just said something.”

She was moving backward now, attempting to put more distance between them, but Jamie reached out to grasp her upper arm, holding her still. Her head whipped toward him, eyes hard and ready to lash out, but Jamie spoke before she could.

“Please, dinna go,” was all he could think to say.

It wasn’t like she was actually going to storm out of his office— at least he hoped not— but it still hurt for her to tear herself away like that. He didn’t want to fight.

Something— perhaps it was his pleading tone, the look on his face, or maybe she could actually feel his distress— made her freeze and give him her attention.

“I’m sorry if I made ye feel like ye werena my priority, mo ghraidh, because ye are. Always. I would abandon work entirely jes’ tae hold ye in my arms, for however long ye wanted. I’m jes’ worried, lass, I dinna mean to presume I ken more than you do about yer own body. I’m sorry. Please, lass, come here to me?”

Claire’s eyes filled with tears. She remained stock still, her eyes locked with Jamie’s. There was a long moment where he watched the moisture gather in her eyes and the gears turn in her head as she fought within herself, and then she broke the stillness. She did come to him then, scrambling up into his lap and throwing her arms around him. A wet face pressed into the crook of his neck, and Jamie quickly brought his arms up to hold her, pressing her face into him and feeling relief course through him.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I don’t know why I lashed out at you, Jamie. I didn’t mean that.”

“Hush, hush, it’s okay, a leannan,” Jamie soothed, carding his fingers through her curls and rocking her back and forth. “Ye’ve had a long day. Ye’ve felt yer share of heartache, met so many new people and seen so many new things, and ye’re tired. Why dinna we head home now, aye?”

She drew back, blinking tears away from her eyelashes. “Maybe just in a moment?”

“Of course, Sassenach.” Jamie didn’t need to be an empath to know that she needed a second to gather herself together before she could face the task of exiting the building and encountering whatever people went along with that.

“Hey, I love you,” Jamie added softly, petting her hair, pulling it back away from her neck over and over. He stretched his thumb so he could smooth over the long muscle of her neck, feeling the soft skin and wishing he were at an angle that he could press a kiss there.

“I love you, too,” came her quiet response.

***

a/n: Important Update:

Hey friends! So I may be going off the grid a bit later in June, not 100% sure yet. There probably will end up being a brief hiatus for this story, and I wish I could tell you exactly what it will look like, but I don't know yet. I will keep you posted here. Thank you so much for your flexibility and investment in the story, and I'll do my best not to leave you at cliffhangers. While I still have time left, be prepared that updates may get a bit more frequent.

I don’t remember if I’ve announced it on here yet, but I also want to officially say that an Arc III is in the works! I’ve already started writing a bit on it because I’m so excited about it. So don’t worry, even if there is a brief hiatus, there is lots of story left. Thank you for sticking with me!!!

#wooohooo finally managed to write it!!!#all that was fair #claire x jamie #outlander fanfiction #update #fae claire

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1. How long have you been creating KakaIru fanworks?

Over 10 years. First published fic was Dear Captain. I have one older fic on a lost AFF account, that has KakaIru as a background couple, but not sure how much earlier that was, maybe a year or two. My artwork has been a lot more recent, I would draw for fun sometimes, but I started drawing more KakaIru stuff in just the last 3 or so years.

2. What are you working on right now?

A redux of that original fic, now a multi-chapter pirate epic! Ok maybe that’s overselling it, but it’s 13k, and only about half done…

3. What is your favourite trope to create for?

I love hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, and any kind of AU always gets my heart. Also as a specific KakaIru thing, I love Iruka getting to tell Kakashi off, so if there’s any time he can do that, I want to make it happen.

4. Which of your creations is your favourite, and why?

That’s hard, I could say my new fic, but I’ve been talking about that one too much so I’ll go with my Resisting and Giving In pair of fics. It was one of my most ambitious fics and even though it was only for a few weeks I liked leaving a story on a bit of a cliffhanger.

5. Do you have any WIPs you’re excited about?

I said it before but I’ll say it again, Pirates! I’m very excited for this fic, I just gotta finish writing it. I want to share it, but want to get a little further before I start posting so that I don’t leave readers hanging for too long while I finish it up. I guess I do have another in progress fic which is inspired by The Proposal, where Kakashi lies saying that Iruka is his fiancé, when he’s actually just his assistant. And Iruka’s “family” (the Sarutobi’s) find out and they have to come home and fake their relationship for the weekend of Asuma’s birthday party.

6. Do you have any original characters? If so, tell us about them!

No OCs that I use in my KakaIru fics, but I have a character called Kotsuki and I use her as my character/name when I create characters in most video games.

7. What was your hardest piece to create, and why?

Date Me! I loved writing that fic but it was my first Big Bang fic and I’m not really that great on a deadline… I had a first draft already written, otherwise I don’t think I would have finished in time. However it’s still one of my favorite final pieces because one of the first KakaIru artists I started following did a piece for that fic and it just makes my heart happy.

8. Do you have any favourite scenes from something you’ve created?

Maybe a sneak peak from the pirate fic? I have some art that would suit the scene, too.

The storm raged on around them. Waves threatening to tip their vessel. The sky lit up as the lightning danced in the darkened clouds. The crashes of thunder surrounding them, almost deafening.

Iruka steeled himself and ran up to the quarterdeck where the pirate captain was still casually observing the fight.

“Leave my ship alone!” Iruka yelled over the dissonance of activity.

He swung his sword towards the man hoping to catch him off guard, but had no such luck.

Their swords clashed mimicking the thunderous crashes as the lightning sparked around them.

9. Where does your inspiration come from?

Two things really give me inspiration. One is drawings or images people share, I love imagining the story behind that one frame. Second is movies, TV shows, and books; I love taking the same basic plot and thinking of how Kakashi and Iruka would react in a similar situation. Something like Teaching the Impossible was inspired by Jane Eyre, and Date Me! was from a K-Drama called Her Private Life. Both a similar concept, but not necessarily a direct recreation.

10. Which of your creations is the most meaningful to you, and why?

Teaching the Impossible is probably one of the most meaningful, mostly because it was my first big fic after a long break when I was focusing on another fandom. I’d taken a step away from KakaIru and it was the one that brought me back.

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 4 years ago

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The Love Yet Known Part 3

Summary: Tommy Shelby needs to make sacrifices to ensure the safety of his family. So he concocts a plan to marry off his sister to the one and only Alfie Solomons.

Late that summer after everything was settled with Luca Changretta, Tommy invited Eliza and Alfie to visit Arrow House in Warwickshire. Since Tommy was the one who initiated it, he figured it would be a nice, quiet few days. Charlie clearly missed his aunt dearly. The little boy was used to always having her around to entertain him. He always asked after her and became cross when Tommy said she was married, that’s why she didn’t live with them anymore.

“Well, when is she not going to be married?” Charlie would ask.

Tommy just chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t think there will ever be a day when that happens, my boy.”

No one was blind to the growing affection Eliza and Alfie had from their wedding day on. In fact, it was quite a sight to see when the two were together. Such a shy thing like Eliza had a calming effect on Alfie, who rarely seemed to be in a sour mood when she was around. Likewise, he seemed to bring Eliza out of her shell a little bit. She had many friends in Camden and found herself more active in the community than she ever imagined she would be.

Tommy never gloated, well he tried not to, but he liked to boast about how he made the match between Eliza and Alfie.

Still, Arthur and a few of the other Peaky boys were having a hard time accepting Alfie into their sacred spaces. They considered him their sister’s husband, not a brother-in-law. They had a petty habit of writing to Eliza and addressing it with her maiden name. Arthur felt sick to his stomach if he saw his dear sister’s name next to a name like Solomons.

Alfie wasn’t very hospitable either. He wouldn’t let go of old habits of trying to rile Arthur up. He only ever invited a few of Eliza’s family members to visit them in Camden. None of them even knew the married couple shared a beachfront home in Margate. Alfie would shudder to think if the Shelbys got an idea of inviting themselves over for a holiday.

But all things considered, life was going well.

~~~~~~~

Alfie helped Eliza out of the car. “This place gets bigger every time I visit; I swear it does.” He muttered.

His wife laughed softly. “Well, hopefully, you don’t get lost.”

Charlie came running outside to greet his aunt. “Auntie Liza!”

“Hello!” Eliza beamed and stooped down to pick her nephew up.

“Oh, love, be careful.” Alfie winced. It was a good thing Eliza wasn’t easily irritated. Because once Alfie found out she was pregnant, he became overprotective. He insisted on carrying things for her, let her sleep in as long as she liked, and had someone come in to take over any housekeeping duties that she might’ve done. Not that Eliza was keen on keeping anything clean anyway. Alfie knew he was being annoying, but he wanted to make sure that his child and the mother of that child was well kept. He felt it was his duty to ensure their safety and health.

Charlie gave Alfie a side-eye. “Hi, Uncle Alfie.” He said in a less jovial voice.

“You well, Charlie?”

“Mhm.” The little boy shrugged.

Eliza set him down and reached for her suitcase but Alfie stepped in. “I’ve got it. Go on ahead.”

She gave him a kiss on the cheek and followed Charlie inside to find Tommy.

~~~~~~~~~

At dinner that night, it was just the four of them. Tommy, Lizzie, Alfie, and Eliza. They chatted casually about things, nothing too consequential. Then, during dessert, Eliza felt it was a good enough time to tell them.

“So, Alfie and I have news.” Eliza reached for her husband’s hand under the table and gave him a smile.

“You’re pregnant.” Tommy finished for her.

Alfie’s brow furrowed. “And what on Earth gave you that impression?” He snapped. He knew how important and special it was for Eliza to tell everyone about the baby, so Alfie was a bit ticked off that Tommy had affectively ruined the moment.

Tommy glanced up from his whiskey glass. “Am I wrong?”

“Well…no.”

“But how did you know?” Alfie asked again.

“Because of the way you’ve been acting around her. Anyone could tell if they’ve known you long enough, Alfie.” Tommy answered casually. “I haven’t seen her carry anything at all today.”

Eliza just chuckled. “Well, I didn’t know we made it that obvious.”

“You and I will have a lot to talk about then,” Lizzie spoke up.

“Why? Oh��oh really?” Eliza’s eyes lit up. “You’re pregnant?”

The two sisters-in-law got up to hug one another. Surely it was special knowing there was someone else walking a similar path. After all, it’s not like their husbands knew what it felt like.

“Well, seems we’ll be coming around much more often then, Tom.” Alfie sighed. Well, if his wife was happy, then he would drive her back and forth from London to Warwickshire as many times as she liked.

~~~~~~~~~

Lizzie gave birth to Ruby when Eliza was still seven months along. Seeing and holding the baby girl in her arms was such a lovely occasion. It was almost like a hint at what was to come. It would be much more surreal though, that’s what Lizzie told her.

“It’s so strange holding her. All of a sudden, you’ve got this little life. One you’ve waited so long to hold and she’s yours to care for and love. It’s really overwhelming.” Her sister-in-law tried to explain as best she could.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Now all there was to do was wait a little longer. The nursery was all set up and ready. Meanwhile, the midwife was on call whenever the first signs of labor came.

In the blistering cold of February, Eliza was due any day. Alfie started to work from home just in case she went into labor and he needed to be there for her. He didn’t get out of bed as early, but he was awake much earlier than his wife on most mornings.

It was a peaceful time where he could just bask in the warm feelings of holding his beloved wife close to him, all cuddled up in bed. Cyril keeping their feet warm at the end of the bed. His soft breathing sometimes syncing up to Eliza’s heartbeat.

Alfie would wrap an arm around her waist, resting a hand over her swollen stomach. There, he could feel his child kicking. The emotions that overcame him when he felt that little pressure against his hand were indescribable. He was thrilled, excited, nervous, afraid. He didn’t know how he would measure up as a father. Didn’t know how his line of work would impact the life of his child.

Every possible worst-case scenario had run through his head since Eliza told him she was pregnant. His worst fear was losing her and the baby. Or losing the baby and having to cope with their shared grief. Or losing Eliza and having to be a single father while grieving his wife.

The possibilities kept him up at night, practically driving him mad with anxiety. But then there were the good thoughts. The joy he would feel when he first held his child. The pride of seeing every milestone from first words to first steps.

It was overwhelming to think about and it didn’t help that the wait was making him even more anxious.

~~~~~~~~~

But finally, the day came when Eliza gave birth to a healthy baby boy. It was a relief to hear that his wife and son were both going to be perfectly fine. As Alfie climbed the stairs to see them, he felt his hands trembling with anxiety and anticipation.

What if he did something wrong?

What if Eliza thought he wasn’t a good father?

What if he just wasn’t enough?

All the self-deprecating thoughts seemed to vanish into thin air when he saw his son swaddled in his mother’s arms.

Eliza gave her husband a tired smile. “He’s beautiful, Alfie.” She whispered with tears in her eyes.

Alfie walked over to the bed and peered over. “Fucking hell, look at all that hair, aye?” He chuckled with tears welling up in his eyes as well. “Look at him, he’s about as perfect as you can get, ain’t he?” He kissed Eliza’s forehead. “I can’t ever repay you for giving me such a perfect gift.”

“I think you can with a few dozen nappy changes.” She teased back.

“Done deal.” He grinned and gently cradled his son’s head.

“You can hold him.”

Alfie’s nerves pricked at him again as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Eliza gently placed the newborn in his arms, looking over him with such fondness.

“There you are.” He said softly. “Been waiting quite some time for you, mate.”

Eliza rested her cheek on her husband’s shoulder as he spoke to their son. “What should we name him?” She asked.

They had passed around a few names over the course of her pregnancy but none of them particularly stood out to either of them.

“How about Asher?”

“Is that Jewish?” Eliza asked.

Alfie nodded. “Means blessed. Was one of the twelve tribes of Israel, back in ancient times.”

She smiled. Truly, she felt blessed. Not just by the birth of her son, but by everything. She had found her soulmate, fell in love with him, married him, and now produced such a beautiful little boy. Her heart felt so full in her chest. “I love it. I think it’s absolutely perfect.”

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A month after Asher was born, Eliza brought up the idea of bringing him to Warwickshire to meet her family. Tommy was apparently arranging a dinner to bring the whole family together. That way they could catch up on things without being busy with work and the children could all see their cousins.

Alfie bristled at the idea. It was one thing to spend a couple of days with just Tommy and Lizzie. But to be around the whole Shelby family, it was not a pleasant thought. He almost felt as if he’d be alone, surrounded by people who didn’t quite trust him. People he didn’t really trust either.

“Won’t be a pleasant trip, tryna get there with a newborn.” He thought of the mistake on the fly.

“It’ll be fine, it’s not too far and I’m sure Asher will sleep the whole way there. If he doesn’t then it isn’t the end of the world.” Eliza assumed her husband was just concerned about the baby’s sake.

“Dunno…”

“Then maybe we invite everyone here. It’ll be a little crowded but we’ll make it work.” She suggested to eliminate the idea of traveling.

Having the Shelbys in his space, his territory was an even worse idea. “Tommy’s place is big enough, we ain’t gonna have that many people over here.”

“So…” She looked at him. “Then we’ll go to Tommy’s.”

Alfie didn’t want to outright say he didn’t want to be around her family. He was afraid it might break her heart. But he wasn’t going to pretend that it was a joy to be around them either. He stifled a groan, feeling backed into a corner for sure. “I mean…if it’ll make you happy, love.”

“I want to see Ruby and I want everyone to meet Asher.” She replied, able to hold her ground against him when she chose to. “So yes, it would make me happy.”

There was no arguing that. His wife’s happiness was one of the few things that mattered to him. “Alright then, we’ll go. I won’t be a bother about it.” He promised, earning a smile and a kiss from him.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Asher slept through most of the car ride over to Warwickshire. Eliza appeared happy to be seeing her family and to introduce them to her son.

The sun was starting to set as they entered the estate. Alfie felt on his guard as he walked in beside Eliza, already hearing the colorful language coming in from the parlor. There was laughing and yelling coming from upstairs, most likely the children playing with one another.

Polly saw them coming in first and rushed over to embrace her niece. “Look at you. Motherhood suits you, my dear.” She turned to Alfie who was holding his son. “And there he is. Looks very healthy. You must be very proud, Alfie.”

“Yeah.” He smiled slightly. Leave it to Polly to get on his good side even when he was tense. “He’s a lot of work, ain’t he, but it’s rewarding.”

Polly could see the hesitation in Alfie’s eyes. He was holding Asher protectively to his chest, his eyes scanning across the room almost looking for potential threats. She decided he would have to warm up to the idea of handing his son over for anyone to hold.

Eliza didn’t appear to catch onto her husband’s discomfort. “Alfie, I’ll take him.”

“S’alright, love. I don’t mind.”

“Well, let Polly hold him for a bit.” She suggested.

“It’s alright,” Polly replied gently to her niece. “You two make yourselves at home. I’ll get you a drink, love. Alfie would you like something?”

“No, thank you.” He replied a bit relieved that Polly hadn’t pushed the matter.

But then Arthur swooped in and gave his sister a bear hug. “Glad you came, chey.”

Eliza giggled and hugged him back. “Hi, Arthur.”

“Good to see ya. Now, where’s the little one, aye?” The eldest Shelby’s eyes settled on Alfie with a look of slight distaste.

Eliza stepped in to try and keep the atmosphere light and festive. “This is Asher, he just turned a month old.” She reached over to adjust the little cap on the newborn’s head. His dark hair was sticking out from underneath it.

“A month already.” Arthur shook his head. “Well, wish we could’ve been there earlier.” He gave his brother-in-law a stern look. As if Alfie was purposefully keeping Eliza hidden away in Camden Town to keep her away from her family.

“Arthur…” She sighed. But it was too late. The powder keg had already been lit.

“Well, mate, it weren’t the easiest delivery. Eliza had to take a bit of time to recover.”

“If Pol had been there like she wanted then maybe it wouldn’t have been so difficult.” Arthur wasn’t standing down from the challenge. In fact, he welcomed a reason to argue.

“Arthur, that’s enough.” His aunt interrupted. “We’ve had this discussion before but it’s over. The baby’s already born.”

But neither man listened to a voice of reason. “She had the best midwife in Camden Town there. Are you insinuating I wouldn’t get the best for me wife?”

“I’m saying you’ve been keeping our sister from seeing her family.”

“She’s got a mind of her own, mate, she can go wherever she wants whenever she wants.” Alfie crossed his arms over his chest.

“Please, will you two just stop?” Eliza begged.

“Did she have a choice when Tommy sold her off to you?” Arthur’s voice raised and Eliza knew she had to step in before the rest of the party started to take notice of the brewing storm between her brother and husband.

“Alright, enough. You two are making a scene and it’s ridiculous.” She took Asher from Alfie’s arms when he was caught off guard and handed the baby to Polly. Before her husband could protest, she grabbed his arm and dragged him into another empty room of Arrow House.

“You’re just going to leave him?” Alfie spat.

“With my aunt who I trust with my life? Yes!” She snapped in an exasperated tone. “What on Earth has gotten into you? I thought this would be a nice visit, I didn’t think I had to tell you to be on your best behavior. But apparently, I should’ve because you’re acting like a child!”

“Your brother started it!” His normally soft-spoken wife gave him a death glare. Alfie backtracked when he realized the childish response was exactly what Eliza was talking about. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “I just don’t like him treating me that way. Like I’m some monster who kidnapped you.”

“Oh, Alfie.” She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him close. “You know Arthur and you know that’s not true. You’ve given me everything and I’ve never been so happy. But we can’t make them see that. If they don’t see it then that’s their fault.” She kissed his cheek. “We know the truth.”

He grumbled. Of course, she was right, seldom was she wrong. It just didn’t help that when they went back to the party, Arthur would still be the same. “M’trying, love.”

“I know you are.” She smiled. “They’re difficult. But you are too.”

He chuckled. There was no arguing that.

“But now Asher is sort of a buffer. You just have to let them hold him.”

Alfie looked disgruntled. He knew intuitively that none of the Shelbys would bring harm to the child. But there was still that protective instinct that he could never totally shake. If he let his guard down, bad things happened. The only time that wasn’t the case was when he was alone with Eliza and Asher. That quiet space where everything good in the world seemed to line up. Nothing outside of their warm home mattered.

“Alright.” He relented. It seemed reasonable that if he played along, the sooner they would be out of there.

Eliza smiled and kissed him softly. “Try to enjoy yourself.” She said before going to return to the party.

~~~~~~~~~

Alfie followed and found Polly was still holding Asher. But Ada and Lizzie were cooing over the baby. Tommy was sat next to his aunt, holding Ruby and smiling at his new nephew. Even Arthur was nearby smiling at Asher.

Alfie did his best not to hover even when his son was passed from relative to relative. It seemed to make Eliza happy to see her family holding her newborn. She spoke proudly about him. The meaning of his name, his blue eyes, how much Cyril adored him, and everything else that had happened in his short life.

After a while, Alfie began to relax slightly. Although he always kept an eye out to see who was holding Asher.

Toward the end of the night, his son was finally placed back in his arms. Asher was fast asleep despite the Shelbys having a good time with a good amount of alcohol. Alfie gently touched his cheek with his thumb. “They can be exhausting, aye?” He murmured quietly. “Better get used to it I suppose. Don’t think they’re going anywhere.”

Asher yawned and shifted slightly in his swaddle.

Alfie glanced up when he heard someone clear their throat. Arthur was standing nearby, a glass of whiskey in hand. “Mind if I sit?” He gestured to the empty armchair near the sofa Alfie was sitting on.

“Ain’t my house, mate.”

Arthur shrugged and sat down. “So, how does it feel, aye? Must get no sleep with him. And Liza, I doubt she ever gets up. Would take a train to wake her when she was younger.”

It was a strange olive branch but Alfie chuckled. “Yeah, it’s tough tryna get her up to nurse him. S’alright though. Never been a big sleeper myself.” He admitted.

“Yeah, war will do that to you.” Arthur agreed after a sip of whiskey.

They were so similar, it was a wonder that they butted heads so often. They were veterans with deep scars, liked to solve problems with their fists, hardly flinched at death, and yet fiercely cared about their kin. But bad blood was hard to wash out, especially in their line of work.

“I’d always be up with Billy when he was that young. It’s good, keeps your mind busy.” He added.

“They’re a good distraction.” Alfie nodded, looking down at his son. “Changes a lot of perspectives on life.”

Arthur looked across the room to see Eliza smiling at him. Of course, she’d put him up to it, insisting that if he wanted to see more of her, he would be nicer to her husband. Arthur complained but she wasn’t hearing it. It seemed that marriage and motherhood had really taught her when to put her foot down. But sitting there with his brother-in-law, Arthur seemed to realize that there wasn’t much else he could do. Here they were, both fathers to a son, both husbands. They were too old to be the vicious fighters they were as young men. It was too tiring.

Alfie came to a similar conclusion. They could fight about the same things that happened so long ago. There wasn’t anything new to argue about. Just the grudges they both held. Which were equally as tiring. “Here.” He held Asher out.

Arthur looked a bit surprised but decided not to make a scene out of it. He set his whiskey glass down and cradled his nephew to his chest. “Looks like Liza when she was a baby.” He chuckled. “She had so much hair. Our mother was shocked. I hope he doesn’t cry as much as she did. God, she was noisier than John ever was.” His eyes saddened at the mention of Eliza’s twin. It felt like ages ago that they’d lost John and yet, it was still so fresh.

“That’s his middle name, you know,” Alfie said. “Asher John.”

Arthur got a little choked up. “He’d be thrilled if he was here.” He tried to laugh off his grief but it was obvious how much it hurt. “Don’t think he’d ever stop bragging about it.”

Eliza came over, so happy to see the two men getting along for the first time ever. She kissed Alfie’s temple as she sat down next to him.

A quiet lull fell over the room. The warm chatter of family radiated with the fire and drinks. Alfie felt his shoulders relax while he wrapped an arm around Eliza’s shoulders. Things could be okay if he allowed them to be. So he did.

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yukiwrites · 3 years ago

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Now, and Forever

Thank you so much for the support as always, @breeachuu !! i can't believe this is really the end of Wolfie's adventures! ToT) Thank you for sticking with me for so long! I'll miss the goodest boyo...

Summary: The alarming news that arrived the night of Wolfram and Dimitri's wedding was just as unexpected. There were signs of a new war brewing in the horizon, so they had to take up arms one last time...

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By the time Wolfram woke up from their first night as a married couple, the inner circle of the palace sat in disbelief at the conference room.

Wide-eyed, the half manakete tiptoed to his seat beside Dimitri’s, who had his head down under his laced hands. Sensing his husband, Dimitri lifted his face, showing the hardened expression.

“What’s going on?” Wolfie asked tentatively, glancing at the people in the room: Byleth, Seteth, Gilbert, Dedue, and most of their original classmates from the Blue Lions House sat around the table.

Byleth pointed to the letter that sat at the center of the round table. “This letter arrived during the night,” she explained, then lingered her gaze on Wolfie’s. “It’s from Hubert.”

“What?!” Wolfram gasped, jumping out of his seat to pick the letter up. “But he’s-”

“Dead, indeed. By my own hand.” Dimitri spoke in a deep voice. “Yet, it seems that he had that letter ready to be sent right as the war ended, though it was misplaced for a full year until it found its way to us.”

Gilbert sighed deeply. “According to the person who brought it, the original carrier was one of his coworkers at the palace. There was only a short letter attached to it, saying to take it to the winner of the war no matter what.”

“I wonder what happened to the person Hubert entrusted the letter to…” Annette fidgeted on her seat. “What if they got caught up in the battle and…” her voice trailed off as the outcome seemed obvious.

Wolfie’s pupils shook as he lowered the letter. “But if what he’s saying here is the truth… We’re on a really tight schedule, right? If this was supposed to be sent one year ago…”

Dimitri sighed beside his husband. “Indeed. We must set out to this Shambhala place with haste.”

“And the children of the goddess mentioned here…” Wolfram glanced at Seteth and Byleth, then back to the letter.

“Yes.” Byleth nodded, making all eyes turn to her. “After the goddess granted me her power, I started recovering her memories little by little, especially in these past few months. If any of you have any questions about this, I’ll probably be able to answer them; but my plan for the church in the future does include this knowledge…”

“It will be a drastic change to what’s been believed up until now, so it will require some time…” Seteth added with a hand on his chin.

“Well, at least that letter found us all in the same place, huh?” Annette tried to lighten up the mood. “If it had arrived any earlier or later, it would’ve taken a long time to gather everyone together again!”

“Annie, we’re here for the royal wedding…” Mercedes nudged her younger friend, giggling when she blushed and hid her face under her hands.

“Ah, um, sorry about that! Not saying that it’s good that we discovered a new enemy during your honeymoon or anything but- I’m-”

“Heehee, it’s okay, Annette! We’re fine.” Wolfram smiled brightly, dispersing some of the strained atmosphere of the room. “Besides, I also think it’s lucky.” He crossed his arms, smiling proudly. “My entire family is here, too, and boy can they fight! My Father’s been itching for a fight since a while ago so I’m sure they’ll all go with us, too.”

“Will that be alright? I wouldn’t want to drag them into another war…” Dimitri looked up with worry, though Wolfie replied by sitting back down and smiling.

“It’s okay. It’ll actually be harder to tell them not to come, nyahaha…”

“Half a dozen dragons fighting by our side… Now I almost pity those who slither in the dark.” Gilbert chuckled darkly. The thought of such a sight sent shivers down everyone’s spines; they couldn’t even fathom the amount of power they had by their side now.

“Well, I don’t.” Wolfram pouted, snapping his finger on top of the letter. “Do you think I should call Mother here? She might not know the whole situation here and stuff, but she is, like, almost three thousand years old…”

Everyone but Byleth and Seteth sputtered. “Three thousand-” a collective voice choked as all eyes turned to Wolfie.

“Ah,” he scratched his cheek awkwardly. “Didn’t I mention?”

They all stared, befuddled, at their King’s consort, with varying degrees of surprise.

Dedue closed his eyes, then was the first one to move. “... I’ll summon her here.”

“Ah, thank you, Dedue.” Dimitri recovered his composure. He had heard from Wolfram that his mother was a kind of ancient being, but he had no idea of HOW ancient she was.

He now felt too humbled to even be in her presence, but that had to wait.

For now, they had a war council to run, a year after the end of the last war.

If what the letter said was true, those who slither in the dark was an ancient organization set upon decimating the children of the goddess and any who worship them. Monica, or rather, Kronya, and Tomas/Solon were known members of it, though the man who went by ‘Thales’, who only Byleth met briefly before Jeralt’s death, had taken the place of an influential person no one ever expected: Volkhard von Arundel, Dimitri’s uncle by marriage.

They had dealt a decisive blow against those who slither in the dark during the past war without realizing, as the letter explained. Hubert even snarked, saying that although the Empire had lost that battle against the Alliance and the Kingdom, they cheered inwardly at the death of such a repugnable being.

“That also may be the reason why there hasn’t been an attack from them in the past year.” Byleth added as they discussed the contents.

“If they were busy regrouping after losing so many key members… It makes sense.” Sylvain pitched in, checking the map attached to the letter. “This place’s right south of Hilda’s territory, isn’t it? Good thing she and Caspar are staying here for the time being, huh?”

“See, I told you!” Annette puffed her cheeks to her former classmate, earning a few chuckles all around even amidst all the tension of the looming threat.

“OH!!!” Wolfram exclaimed out of nowhere. “Oh, oh! Now I remember!” he jumped out of his seat, placing both hands on the table. “I don’t think I told anyone, but during that battle in Derdriu, I felt something strange oozing from the enemies… And then, when we got into Enbarr-”

Dimitri interrupted, with a hand on his chin in thought. “You mentioned that something stank, if I remember correctly.”

“Yeah! I felt that there was something familiar about them, but I never made the connection until now. So those were the people infiltrated into the imperial forces… those who slither in the dark.”

“You could smell them?” Felix asked in disbelief, frowning deeply.

Wolfram scratched his nose awkwardly.

“We have better senses than humans,” he said in a small voice, fixing his gaze on the door.

Frowning even more, Felix looked from the consort to the door and, for a moment, nothing happened.

However, soon Dedue opened the door, bringing Nidra with him.

Since she had been brought at such short notice, she wore a veil around her head to hide her ears, though she lifted it once the door closed behind them.

Those inside gawked at the sight of her, now with the knowledge of being in the presence of a being older than time itself.

Blinking, Nidra tilted her head to the side at the strange atmosphere before making her way to Wolfram. “I was told something concerning had happened.”

Wolfie nodded, glancing between Dimitri and Nidra. “Yeah, the truth is…”

Once filled in the details, Nidra took the letter and the map. “This pull I feel… around here,” she pointed to a place near the Monastery: it was Zanado, the Red Canyon, where the former archbishop and strongest of the children of the goddess, Rhea, now resided. “Does it have anything to do with this enemy?”

“Oh, wow! You can feel her from here, Mother? I could only feel it when we arrived at the mountains…”

The classmates exchanged glances around the table, confused. Only Seteth silently gasped in surprise, remembering the talk he and Wolfram had had in his office, over a year ago.

“Aheem, um- yeah she’s on our side, so it’s okay.” Wolfie waved both hands as if to dismiss the topic in a hurry.

“Very well,” Nidra put the map back on the table. “These… enemies, according to this letter, somehow resemble those who once tried to use Lady Tiki in their evil plan to conquer the world. If we had more time, perhaps she would’ve been able to infer her insight on this.”

‘Lady Tiki?!’ the classmates thought at the same time. Was it someone more incredible than the woman who lived almost three millenia standing right in front of them?! They were even afraid to ask.

“I’m afraid my forte is not strategy, as that spot is already taken by a dear friend of mine. However, I will do what I can to help this cause.” Nidra concluded, gracefully sitting down beside Wolfram. “It is, after all, a personal matter now,” she smiled, though the pressure exuding from it made the classmates freeze in their spots.

Perhaps it was true that they should pity their enemies.

_______

It would be for the best not to attract too much attention as they moved, so only a handful of people were aware of the true danger. It would do more harm than good to alert the entire population of a danger that might or might not surface in the near future.

Thus, the newly-married King and his consort set out to the Monastery -- officially, that is -- alongside the Archbishop and her consort, bringing quite a few soldiers as escorts with them.

Hilda sent an express messenger to her brother back at their territory to check if there’s been any activity around that area in the past few months, though nothing in particular popped up.

They weren’t called ‘those who slither in the dark’ for nothing, apparently.

Even in his letter Hubert mused how difficult it had been to pinpoint the whereabouts of Shambhala since they had been very careful with the types of magic they used. He had to follow their lines of supplies through espionage, but that was beside the point.

What mattered was that the headquarters was finally within their grasp, even if it wasn’t during the exact time they were supposed to know about it.

When the former classmates from other houses and the rest of Wolfie’s family had been told about the campaign, their readiness to jump back into battle was inspiring and staggering at the same time.

Even the peace-loving Dorothea immediately jumped into the bandwagon, surprising Wolfram into giving her a big hug.

There was no way of knowing the extent of the enemy forces, so although they left with a considerable number of troops under the guise of an escort, there was no shortage of worry. Even if their leaders had been eliminated, new ones would surely surface, so that wasn’t enough to let their guards down.

According to Byleth, they had been the ones who slaughtered the children of the goddess and made weapons out of their bones and crests stones out of their hearts, not to mention how they had experimented on Lysithea during her childhood or how they had kidnapped Flayn for her blood.

They had to be more careful than ever when dealing with such unscrupulous people.

“Yuck, and I thought no one could out-awful the grimleal.” Cynthia made a sour expression one night after the march. “How’re you feeling, Rammy? Are you okay?”

“Hm… I don’t think I am, actually.” Wolfram confessed as they sat near a random tent. “You know, the first mission I had to go to was… was to deal with something these guys did in a tiny village.” He shivered, holding himself as if to warm his arms from the chill. “It was horrible. I kept thinking about what you and Big Brother told me just so I wouldn’t be a crying mess for weeks.” He leaned on Cynthia’s shoulder as she scooted closer.

“Don’t worry, Rammy. Big Sis here is gonna kick their butts so hard I’ll turn them inside out.” She clenched her fist decidedly. “I’ll probably dust off my dragonstone for this.”

“Whoa, Sis, but what about your pegasus?” Wolfie gasped in surprise.

“Well, my arm in human form isn’t as strong as my,” she mimicked biting the air, “jaws in dragon form.” She grinned. “And I’m ready to fill my belly with baddies.”

“W-wait, what if they give you indigestion!” Wolfie finally laughed, making Cynthia sag her shoulders in relief.

“No amount of baddies could make MY belly upset! Not the greatest hero that ever lived, Cynthia, the pegasus-riding dragon!” She struck a pose, receiving applause from a giggling Wolfie.

Content, the big sister patted her younger brother’s head.

_____

Despite being cheered up by Cynthia, Wolfie still worried as they marched, to the point that he was unable to sleep sometimes.

Dimitri, as one with a light sleep, noticed when his husband tossed and turned in bed. “Wolfram…”

“Ah, did I wake you? I’m sorry, Dimitri.” Wolfie slapped both hands over his mouth. “I’m just so nervous about it all,” he scooted closer, hiding in Dimitri’s embrace. “I keep remembering Remire village…”

Dimitri softly hugged his husband back, digging his face into his thin neck. “Indeed, that was a terrible experience for me as well, at the time. But we will put an end to all of that suffering, now once and for all.”

“Put an end to the suffering…” Wolfie mused. “I hadn’t thought about that. I was so focused on all the evil they did and how strong they must be, I wasn’t looking ahead!”

Chuckling, Dimitri kissed Wolfram’s forehead. “To think the student would become the teacher,” he smiled. “You were the one who taught me to think of the good I could make, so I’ve been taking it to heart.”

“Mhm,” Wolfie grinned, feeling pride well up inside his chest. “Thanks for reminding me of it, Dimitri. I think I can finally have a good night’s sleep, thinking of the good we can do.”

“That’s good.” Dimitri nodded, bringing Wolfie closer into his arms. “The weather gets warmer the further we get from Faerghus, but…”

“Of course, I’m not trading your hugs for anything, not even if it’s too hot!” Wolfie giggled, rubbing his face on his husband’s strong chest.

Under loving giggles and soft embraces, the rulers of the Unified Fódlan fell asleep in one another’s arms on the eve of their arrival.

_____

The entrance to Shambhala was within a mountain, under many strange and familiar contraptions -- they resembled those who lifted them downwards to the Holy Tomb. The air was still and hard to breathe the deeper they went, but under the eerie lights embedded on the walls and the constant flow of dark mages, there could be no doubt about it: they really were in the heart of the enemy.

Byleth took the charge as she had always had, though this time her Sword of the Creator shone brighter than ever, ready to soak up all the blood its owner had spilled to create it. There were Demonic Beasts and Titanuses blocking their path left and right, but with the collective might of mages and dragons, they, too, fell like dominoes to the Kingdom’s might.

There were many traps to be disarmed as they swooped in, some that they had never seen the power of -- like the Javelins of Light, that had decimated Zanado a millenia ago. Though they all equally fell to the Kingdom army due the incompetence of the organization's new leaders.

Once they descended some dozen floors, never stopping with killing everything in sight, they arrived at a room with oval compartments around the walls.

There were eleven of them, with the biggest one menacingly standing in the middle.

Cautious, Byleth asked Yuri and Ashe to approach, as the stealthiest ones in the team, but the moment they took the first step into the room, smoke rose up from the tubes connecting to the compartments.

“Archwind!” Henry shouted immediately, dissipating the dangerous-looking smoke into nothing.

It revealed that the doors to the compartments opened upwards, one by one, revealing dead-looking people inside.

They were grey as ash and the putrid smell that filled the room told the army that something that defiled even Death stood in front of them.

“Seiros…” the man in the middle, who towered over even Dedue at almost 3 meters tall, grunted in a guttural, animal-like voice. He took a whip-looking thing from his waist, immediately whipping it ahead -- straight in Byleth’s direction.

She blocked it with her Sword of the Creator, noticing that that was no whip: it looked exactly like her sword, though it was bathed in black.

“You’re…” she widened her eyes in surprise. “Nemesis!”

“What?!” the army gasped in surprise behind the Professor.

“Then those ten are…” Dimitri’s words trailed off as the 10 Elites each brandished a shadow copy of their original Relics. “Quick, to arms! Do not let them gather their strength!”

“I’ll keep Nemesis occupied! Defeat the others!” Byleth rushed ahead.

Although the room was enormous, it didn’t fit all of the units they had brought, especially not the draconic ones in their original forms. Due to that, Wolfie’s family had to fight in their human forms, though they were no weaker than before -- Nidra especially, who had perfect control over her dragonstone to allow it to give her the strength equivalent to her dragonic form without completely transforming. She fought with her fists.

By her side, Henry cackled maniacally, loving that new side of his wife.

The battle against the revived 10 Elites was over embarrassingly fast, though no one dared to mention it aloud. Perhaps it was because they had just been resurrected, or just because the Kingdom army was just that strong.

One thing was for certain: the moment the last of the ten fell, Byleth’s sword managed to wound and then kill Nemesis, as if he had been protected by magic that connected all of them to him.

“Humph,” Byleth whipped her sword back into its original shape. “It was good that we were informed of this place when we did. I think those who slither in the dark wouldn’t unleash this threat until this age was over, so we managed to protect future generations.”

“We saved the future of not only one, but TWO worlds!” Cynthia threw her elbows back in a pose. “Now I can rub that in Owain’s face, mwahaha…!”

No one truly heard, or simply ignored, her words as they all came to terms with the victory.

“Was this the last floor? Did we really do it?” Someone asked.

“I can’t believe there was so much hidden underground,” another person mused, though, by far, the most common reaction was a shout to the sky.

“We won!!!” They cheered.

It was a mission that ended as quickly as it arrived, though it was by no means easy on their hearts. To be thrown into another war right after being able to stand after the last one made the soldiers’ hearts waver.

Yet, now it was all over.

“I’ll have to make sure there weren’t more of these around the land,” Byleth mused to herself as Seteth wiped the blood out of her face with the worry of a very concerned husband.

“That this place existed at all is already unimaginable enough… But true, we shouldn’t overlook that possibility.”

On the other side of the room, Wolfie hugged all of his family and his husband in turns. “We did it!! Thank you so much, everyone! I don’t think we could’ve ended this so fast without you.”

“Of course you couldn’t! Not without the duo heroes, Cynthia!” Both Cyn and Cynthia struck an ‘x’ pose as petals magically exploded behind them.

“Nyahaha…” a glint shone in Henry’s eyes as he helped flaunter his daughters’ antics.

His heart full, Wolfram’s nose itched with tears. “Thank you so much, really, thank you… Now we can truly, finally be at peace.”

Dimitri slid one hand to Wolfie’s waist. “Indeed. Your help was invaluable, mother-in-law, father-in-law.” He bowed.

“Wow! This makes me feel so old!” Henry giggled, waving his hand to Dimitri’s bow. “It’s fine, I’ve been wanting to spill some blood for a while… hey, be sure to call on me if you need something killed, alright? There’s not much fun- aack, owowow, Ni-Ni!”

Pulling her husband’s ear, Nidra sighed. “Pay him no mind, Dimitri.”

Dimitri blinked, then laughed as warmth enveloped his chest.

It would take a bit of getting used to to finally accept that he now had a family -- and a really big and diverse one at that.

Yet, whenever he held Wolfram’s hands in his, he couldn’t help but accept that reality readily. Truly, only bright days waited ahead of them.

The party dissolved little by little as they returned home.

Hilda and Caspar stayed at the former Alliance to visit her home and tell them the good news of their victory. There was also another set of good news that would visit them in a few weeks’ time, the first of many, many new members of their little family.

Dorothea returned to Enbarr to be with her husband, Ferdinand, and help him rule over his domain. She brought him the news of what Thales had done as Arundel in the Wrym territory, and the both of them wondered if they had ever met the real Arundel at some point in their lives or if those who slither in the dark had truly been infiltrated so deep into the Empire for that long.

Byleth and Seteth headed back to the Monastery, though first they stopped by Zanado to tell Rhea of everything that had happened. They didn’t call on her before since she was still recuperating after five years of torture at the only place she had called home since ancient times, but now that Nemesis had been defeated once and for all, she deserved to know the truth. Rhea weeped for her mother and brethren for the first time in centuries, somehow managing to let go of a lot of resentment and attachments, which stabilized her aura considerably.

Now, Nidra wouldn’t be able to sense her from Faerghus like before.

As the new Archbishop, Byleth would spread the truth of what actually happened at the creation of the Church of Seiros, though she would be doing that over the centuries with Seteth by her side.

Dedue and Mercedes finally went on their trip to Duscur, though Dimitri said that if they wanted to take permanent residence there, he would do his utmost to bring the land back to fruition. Dedue was conflicted at first, since he wanted to serve Dimitri for the rest of his life, but the prospect of rebuilding his land beside the one he loved moved his heart like never before. Besides, it was only a week of travel between Duscur and Fhirdiad, so they could see each other any time.

Cyn and Ingrid established a new Pegasus Order in Fódlan, based on the one from Ylisse. Even though Cyn’s pegasus looked different from the others, it was by no means weaker or slower, so it was easily accepted into the group at the barn.

Claude, now crowned King of Almyra, would sometimes visit Fhirdiad in diplomatic missions, so his promise with Wolfie was fulfilled now that they could meet whenever they wanted. As Cyn was Wolfie’s personal guard, she and Claude saw a lot of each other whenever he visited, and there were some glances…

Cynthia, Meliodas and their spouses moved into their family’s castle, bringing new life into it even after Wolfie and Cyn’s departure.

Surprisingly, the one who visited the most was Henry and not Nidra, though he liked to study Fódlan’s magic more often than not -- it was said that the innate magic he learned could decimate a few dozen armies, though that wasn’t put to practice. … Yet, anyway.

Nidra learned how to braid her hair around her ears from Dorothea, so now she didn’t need to walk around with the veil anymore. She divided her time between visiting Robin in her detached palace and Wolfie in his, so she was by no means staying still, though she still relished in taking naps under the oak tree in the garden.

Wolfram and Dimitri, years later, would decide to adopt a child to be the heir to the throne, though first and foremost they would treat him like their own son before he was to be the next king.

Family was, after all, everything that mattered.

Now, and forever.

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Kairi’s Epic Journey: The Quest for Sora

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Chapter 22: Elsa Accused

Arendelle

Kairi, Anna, Elsa and Kristoff stared at Eimyrja in shock. They could not believe what she had just said.

‘Crimes? What is she talking about? Elsa hasn’t done anything wrong,’ thought Kairi as she gazed at the confused face of her friend. ‘Has she?’

“I-I don’t understand,” stammered Elsa.

Eimyrja clapped her hands together to extinguish the flame in her hand. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t. After all, you’ve been too busy running your kingdom and playing the beloved magical queen for your people that you’ve been blissfully unaware of the pain you’ve caused others.”

“That’s enough! How dare you accuse my sister of something she’s never done on top of trying to destroy her palace and chasing away our…” Anna stopped as a horrible feeling of realization came over her. “Wait a minute. How did you get past everyone who was standing watch outside?”

“How did you even get behind us when we saw no other trail coming up here?” asked Kairi.

Eimyrja gave a sinister chuckle. “We’re sorcerers. We know how to cover our tracks. As for your so-called guards outside, I cannot believe you all would have been so naïve to believe that a creature we earlier chased away from here would be able to keep us out. We only let it get away from us the first time because we needed it to bring your sister up here, Your Majesty. And now that you’ve arrived, it has outlived its usefulness and there was no need to show that same mercy a second time,” she said vindictively causing the group to gasp in horror.

“You didn’t!” exclaimed Kairi.

“Yes. We reduced that beast to a puddle. As for that little chatterbox of a snow creature, we dealt with it in the same way. There’s nothing left of either of them,” stated Eimyrja.

“Olaf! Marshmallow!” cried out Anna as tears streaked down her face.

“Don’t waste any tears on them, Your Majesty. After all, it’s not like they were actual living beings,” said Eimyrja

Anna growled. “You…” she began before Kristoff piped up.

“What about the animals that were with them?” asked the ice harvester worriedly.

“Yes. The dog and the reindeer?” asked Kairi fearing that Pluto and Sven had suffered a fate just as horrible.

Eimyrja gave a look that almost looked regretful. “We did try to subdue them as gently as possible. But they resisted and, in their desperation to get away from us, they ended up falling off the edge of the mountain. I doubt they survived.”

“No! Sven!” exclaimed Kristoff.

“Pluto…” muttered Kairi as a tear came to her eye before screaming, “How could you? They did nothing to you!”

“I will admit, being an animal lover myself, it was tragic to see them suffer like that. But then again, you shouldn’t have involved them in the first place and now they are two more lives ruined because of the queen,” said the Order’s leader.

“Stop saying that! I don’t know what you’re talking about. But Elsa’s not responsible for anything you’re accusing her of,” shouted Anna.

“Yes! I’m sure that this is just some kind of misunderstanding that we can resolve peacefully, and no one has to…,” began the Duke before the leader interrupted him.

“You will be silent, or my cohorts will reduce you to a pile of ashes at my command,” snapped Eimyrja.

The Duke looked to the two Order members holding him. They gave him a threatening gaze causing him to cower in the clutches of his captors.

Eimyrja turned toward the group and gazed at Anna. “As for what exactly our grievance is with your sister, Your Majesty, I’d be more than happy to give you an explanation. All of you really ought to learn the full truth of her crimes.”

“If you think we’re going to listen to anything you have to say…” began Anna in a threatening tone as she began to step forward again.

Elsa immediately grabbed her sister by the shoulders. “Anna, let’s not provoke them.”

“How very wise of you, Your Majesty. I don’t think it would be in your best interests to put yourselves at the mercy of our fire magic. If we wished to, we could incinerate all of you where you stand,” said Eimyrja.

“Anna, I think we should hear what she has to say and find out why they’re doing all of this,” said Elsa.

“Elsa, this is not the time to be diplomatic,” said Anna angrily.

“I’m with Anna on this one, Elsa. They have no right to expect us to listen to them after what they just did to our friends,” asked Kairi.

“Kairi, that is the reason I don’t want to risk putting anyone else in danger from this Order. If their magic was strong enough to destroy Marshmallow, then it may even be more than a match for my own. We also don’t know how many of them are actually here. There may be more of them nearby. So, I believe that the best way to avoid anyone else getting hurt is to hear them out,” said Elsa.

Kairi considered Elsa’s words. ‘She has a point. When we came up here, we certainly weren’t expecting to deal with a group of fire-toting sorcerers. I may not even be able to fight off all of them. They’re a far cry from Captain Hook and his pirate crew.’

Anna, while she had calmed down somewhat, still didn’t look fully convinced. “Kristoff, what do you think?” she asked her boyfriend.

Kristoff rubbed the back of his head and sighed. “Anna, Kairi, I’m just as upset about what they did to our friends as you are. Sven’s been my constant companion for as long as I can remember. But Elsa’s right. We shouldn’t risk getting into a fight with these people. Especially since we may have no chance of winning.”

Anna let out a sigh and then turned toward the Order. “All right, Eimyrja. We’ll hear what you have to say.”

“But please release the Duke first,” added Elsa.

“You’re hardly in a position to make that kind of request, Your Majesty. But since our grievance is with you and not with him, we will do so. Release the hostage,” commanded Eimyrja.

At her order, the two members holding the Duke let him go. He immediately rushed over to the group and stood at Kristoff’s side. “Thank you, Your Majesty,” he said gratefully to Elsa.

Elsa gave him a nod and then faced the Order’s leader. “Now, Eimyrja, tell me. What exactly is it that you are accusing me of? Because if you and your Order have been wronged in any way, perhaps there is a way I can make amends to you.”

“I assure you that once you have heard our tale, you will see that there is no way to repair the damage you have caused us. Now picture this if you can, Your Majesty: an idyllic country farm tended by a close-knit family. The work may be hard and demanding at times. But the family loves it and they love each other so very much. They can’t imagine a better life,” said Eimyrja in a wistful tone of voice.

Then her voice dripped with anger. “But then, one day, everything changes. In the middle of summer, the farm is besieged by an unusual snowstorm that came out of nowhere. Completely unprepared for the sudden change in weather, the family struggles to save their farm. But it is all in vain and everything is destroyed.”

Kairi, Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, and the Duke’s eyes opened wide in shock. The implication of Eimyrja’s story dawned on them.

“But that is not the end of it. As it gets colder by the minute, one by one, the family succumbs. And when the storm is finally all over, all that remains of the family is the eldest daughter.”

The group’s horror increased at this revelation. “You mean…” began Kairi.

Eimyrja nodded. “That is correct. The farm and the family in this story were my own. I lost everything I loved in that storm. A storm that happened because of you, Queen Elsa!” she roared pointing at the queen.

The leader then gestured to the other Order members standing behind her. “And I was not the only one. All of us who stand before you lost someone dear to them in that storm. A parent, a sibling, a child, a wife, a husband; the list goes on. One by one, we found each other and after learning the true cause of our woes, we vowed that we would get justice for those we lost.”

At that point, some of the Order members conjured up flames in their hands like their leader had before. They gazed at Elsa with looks of barely restrained desire to unleash their magic on her.

“That is when the Order of the Flame came to be. Knowing we stood no chance against a sorceress who commands the snow and the ice, we dedicated ourselves to learning the ways of fire magic to counter it. Normally, it takes years to master such magic. But I believe our burning desire to avenge our loved ones enabled us to master the fire far quicker anyone has ever before. Now, after months of training and preparation, the day we have waited for has finally come,” said Eimyrja as the Order members extinguished their flames.

Everyone stared at the Order of the Flame with a mix of emotions as they took in what they had just heard. Anna was shocked. Kristoff looked like he was trying to make sense of the situation. The Duke looked uncertain. Elsa, however, covered her eyes and began to sob.

Kairi gazed at the queen with sympathy. ‘I know what Elsa must be feeling. It’s that same self-loathing I’ve carried since Sora was lost.’

“It can’t be true! It just can’t!” exclaimed Anna.

“You try and deny it all you want, Princess Anna. But the hard truth is that your sister is responsible for the loss of many lives,” said Eimyrja.

“But this doesn’t make any sense. After the Great Thaw, we went all over Arendelle to help the people with anything that they needed, and we learned that no one had perished at all in the winter. The people considered it a miracle,” said Kristoff.

“A miracle indeed. Well, it seems your kingdom was very lucky to have been spared any losses. But did you even consider that the storm reached further than your kingdom’s borders and affected others who weren’t as fortunate to be spared that fate?” asked Eimyrja.

‘What have I done?’ thought Elsa as tears dripped down her cheeks. “Eimyrja, I am so sorry for everyone you and your Order have lost. I never meant to hurt anybody.”

“I’m afraid your apology is not and will never be sufficient, Queen Elsa,” said Eimyrja bluntly.

“Then what will? You’ve said what you wanted to say and made Elsa aware of what she’s apparently done. So, what happens now?” asked Kairi.

A dark look came to Eimyrja’s eye. “Now we deliver the most appropriate punishment for the queen’s crimes.”

“And what would that be? You’ve already taken several of our friends from us. Isn’t that enough?” asked Anna even though she had a pretty good idea of what the answer was.

“No. The animals’ demise was something we never intended to happen. As for the snow creatures, they are hardly a loss since the queen can simply create more like them,” said Eimyrja.

Anna’s anger increased. “How dare you act like Olaf and Marshmallow are replaceable?!” she shouted.

Ignoring the princess’ outburst, Eimyrja continued, “Originally, as your sister’s punishment, we had planned to put an end to her permanently, Princess Anna. But now an opportunity has arisen for something far more fitting.”

‘I don’t like the sound of that,’ thought Kairi.

“We decided that death isn’t a suitable enough punishment for her. That would only release her from the guilt she should feel forever. Instead, she should suffer as we have and lose the last remaining family she has,” declared Eimyrja pointing at Anna causing everyone to gasp in horror.

Kristoff immediately moved in front of his girlfriend followed by Kairi. “We won’t let that happen! You’ll have to get through us if you want to hurt Anna!” she said.

“We’re perfectly fine with doing away with all of you so are you certain you want to throw your own lives away and add more losses to the queen’s conscience? We will not be denied our justice,” said Eimyrja.

“This is not justice! This is revenge!” shouted Kairi.

“Call it what you will. But it must be done. Maybe then the queen will think twice before losing control again. Those powers of hers make her a danger to everyone around her,” said Eimyrja.

“But it wasn’t her fault! Elsa had no idea how to control her powers back then! She never meant to start that winter and she didn’t believe that she could stop it,” said Anna stepping out from behind Kairi and Kristoff.

Then, in a pleading tone, she said, “Please. If anyone should be punished for your losses, it really ought to be me. It may have been Elsa’s powers that started the winter. But it would never have happened had my foolishness and desperation for love lead to setting her off.”

“Anna, no,” said Elsa gazing at her sister sadly.

The Duke then piped up. “If I may say something, I can understand why you believe Queen Elsa to be a danger even a monster. I once thought the same thing. In fact, when I saw what she could do, I believed the worst of her and sent my own bodyguards to destroy her.”

The Duke then hung his head in shame. “But now I know that she was just a frightened woman with a power she didn’t fully understand and struggled to control all her life. She is no monster, and I was very wrong to assume she was.”

Anna gazed at the Duke in a mixture between amazement and admiration. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would hear the Duke of Weselton of all people defending her sister. ‘Maybe, just maybe, he is capable of being forgiven after all,’ she thought.

“The Duke is right. Elsa never asked to have those powers of hers and the last thing she ever wanted was for anyone to get hurt because of them. We can understand how you all feel after suffering such horrible losses. But what you’ve done and what you’re planning to do will not make it any better,” said Kairi.

But Eimyrja remained unmoved. “Unless the queen has some kind of power that can bring back our loved ones, your attempts to defend her will do no good, girl. I think we have spoken long enough. Now my comrades, it is time to accomplish what we have set out to do.”

At the end of her words, Eimyrja and the Order of the Flame made their way toward Anna. They raised their hands with their palms facing toward her that could unleash their flames any moment.

Anna looked nervous. But at the same time, she gazed defiantly at the Order as she stood her ground. Kristoff did the same with his fists clenched.

‘Looks like it’s time for a fight. I don’t know if I can win against all of them. But I’ve got to try. I must protect my fellow Princesses of Heart,’ thought Kairi as she prepared to summon her Keyblade.

But before she could, Elsa stepped between them and the Order. “Wait! Don’t hurt her! Don’t hurt any of them! I’ve thought of a way I might be able to atone for what I’ve done to you all.”

“Hold,” commanded Eimyrja as the Order stopped in their tracks. “And what might that be, Your Highness?”

“If me losing my loved ones is what you wish, then I know a way that it can happen,” stated Elsa causing her sister and friends to gasp in surprise.

“Elsa, what are you saying?” asked Kairi.

“Do not interrupt her, girl. What do you propose, Your Highness?” asked Eimyrja.

“When I first created this palace, I intended to use it to live away from everyone so no one would get hurt by my powers. So, in light of what you’ve told me, I will remain up here all alone for the rest of my life. I will never see my sister, my friends, or my home ever again and you will not need to harm anyone else,” said Elsa.

“Elsa, no! You can’t!” cried Anna.

Elsa turned to her sister. “I have to, Anna. This is the only way I can possibly pay for what I’ve done to them without you getting hurt,” she said sadly.

The queen then turned back to face the Order and their leader. “Will that satisfy you and your Order, Eimyrja?”

Eimyrja’s eye gave a thoughtful gaze. “Allow the Order a moment to discuss your proposal, Your Majesty.”

The leader turned around and gathered the Order members into a huddle. All the group could hear from them were barely understandable whispers.

Suddenly, Anna grabbed her sister by the shoulders and whirled her around to face her. “Elsa, don’t do this!”

“Anna, please don’t make this any harder than it has to be,” said Elsa.

“But we just got each other back!” exclaimed Anna.

“I know. And these past months with you have been like a beautiful dream. But I guess it was a dream too dangerous to have. Now this monster has to go back in her cage,” said her sister sadly.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re not a monster. You never were,” said Anna.

“Maybe not. But I am still a danger to others. What happened to the Order is proof of that. It looks like me living away from everyone was the right idea all along. At least this time, I know how to control my powers so nothing like this will ever happen again,” said Elsa.

“But Elsa, are you sure you want to do this? Can’t we find a better way?” asked Kairi.

“I don’t think there is a better way, Kairi. The important thing is keeping my sister safe no matter what happens to me. After all, she sacrificed herself to protect me once. How can I not do the same for her?” asked the queen.

Elsa’s words caused Kairi to think. ‘Elsa’s willing to do anything to keep her sister safe even if in the end, they both end up unhappy. Is that what you were thinking as well when you were saving me, Sora?’

Finally, the Order’s huddle broke and Eimyrja once again faced Elsa. “The Order of the Flame accepts your proposal.”

“Thank you,” said Elsa.

“But heed this, Your Majesty. If we ever find out that you have violated the agreement we’ve made here, then nothing will save your sister or your kingdom from our wrath,” warned the Order’s leader.

“You have my word. This palace is where I shall remain for the rest of my days,” said Elsa.

“Very good,” said Eimyrja before looking to Anna. “Come now, Princess. We will escort you and your friends back to Arendelle before we take our leave.”

Anna didn’t budge. She just looked at the floor sadly.

Elsa placed a hand on her sister’s shoulder and then said to Eimyrja, “Can you please just give us a little more time together? There’s a few things we need to talk about before we say goodbye.”

The Order’s leader gave a look of consideration before saying, “Very well. I guess we can allow you that. You may have one hour. We’ll wait outside in the meantime. Order of the Flame, let us go.”

At the end of their leader’s words, the Order members began to file out of the room. Eimyrja followed as well briefly before turning back to the group.

“But hear this, Your Majesty. If your sister and the rest are not outside this place and ready to leave before the hour is up, then we will consider our agreement to be null and void. And then they will face the consequences.”

With that final warning, Eimyrja then followed her group out of the room. All that remained now were Kairi, Anna, Elsa, Kristoff and the Duke.

For the first few moments, none of them were sure what to do. Then Anna threw her arms around her sister and embraced her tightly. Tears rolled down their cheeks as they held each other in silence.

Kairi, Kristoff and the Duke looked at the two sisters sympathetically. The whole scene was absolutely heartbreaking.

They all stood in silence before the Duke cleared his throat. “Um, forgive me if this is insensitive and know that you have my sincerest condolences on this unfortunate turn of events. But this whole ordeal has been a bit much for me. So, if you don’t mind, I think it’s best that I excuse myself and try to regain my composure elsewhere.”

“Of course, Your Grace,” said Elsa.

“Thank you. I imagine you have some things to discuss that don’t concern me so I will wait downstairs for you,” said the Duke as he made his way out of the room.

“Your Grace?” called Anna causing the Duke to turn around in response.

Over her sister’s shoulder, Anna gave the Duke a grateful smile. “Thank you for defending my sister.”

“It was my pleasure to do so, Your Majesty. I only wish that I could have been of more help,” said the Duke solemnly as he left the room.

“Come on, Anna. Let’s go out to the balcony. There’s a few things we need to talk about before we part,” said Elsa as she parted from her sister’s embrace.

“Okay, Elsa. Plus, it would be good to spend our last time together somewhere with a better view,” said Anna indicating the ruined room they were all still in with the bonfire remains.

Anna then turned to her boyfriend. “Kristoff, I hope you won’t mind if Elsa and I…”

Kristoff held up a hand. “Say no more, Anna. If this is going to be your last time together with your sister, then you should make it count.”

“First, I have a few things to say to you, Kristoff. You too, Kairi,” said Elsa turning toward their friends.

“First of all, Kristoff, I’m really sorry about Sven. I never would’ve thought that our friendship would end up costing you your oldest friend,” said the queen to the ice harvester.

“Elsa, I don’t and will not ever blame you for that,” said Kristoff.

Elsa smiled. “Thank you. You’ve been a great friend to Anna and me and I hope you’ll continue to watch over her when you return to Arendelle. Just know that there’s no one I trust my sister with more than you.”

Kristoff sadly nodded. “You can count on me. I won’t let you down.”

Elsa then looked at Kairi. “Kairi, I know we haven’t known each other for very long. But it was very nice to meet you and I really hope you find Sora. Please tell him that I really wanted to be true friends with him if we ever met again.

“Thank you, Elsa and I will,” said Kairi.

“And I’m really sorry about Pluto,” added Elsa.

“It wasn’t your fault,” said Kairi though inside, she was dreading how she was going to explain to Mickey what happened to his dog.

Her words finished; Elsa turned back to her sister. “Come on, Anna,” she said as she placed an arm around her sister’s shoulder.

They walked side by side towards the doors to the balcony. With a gesture from Elsa, the doors opened. They continued outside, leaned on the railing, and looked out at the spectacular view in front of them. Elsa gestured once again and closed the doors.

From what she had seen of the scene in front of her, Kairi couldn’t help but be reminded of the better times of the past. Her heart ached as she remembered how she always watched the sunsets on the Play Island with Sora and Riku.

It ached even further as the dream about Sora vanishing from her side as they watched the sun set entered her mind. And in less than an hour, a similar fate would befall Anna and Elsa as they would be unable to do anything together ever again.

If there was anything Kairi knew, given all that she had experienced especially from recent events, nothing hurt more than being separated from the ones you held dear.

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“There’s a boy alone in the woods,” Talia said with a furrowed brow, hanging her coat up by the door.

“Yes, sister dear, there is,” Peter drawled back from the couch.

“He seems a little young to be out there by himself,” she continued. “Do you know how long he’s been there? Maybe we should ask if he’s lost.”

“Considering that this is his third visit this week, and eighth in the last month, I think he can probably find his way home. He’s in the little aspen grove, right?”

Talia’s eyebrows raised accusingly.

“You knew he’s been visiting the forest? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Peter shrugged, uncaring.

“He’s not on our property. It’s close, but technically on the public side of the line. Besides- did you not recognize him?”

Talia narrowed her eyes at him.

“... No,” she admitted grudgingly.

Peter waited for a beat, reveling in the moment of holding information over his sister’s head, before saying, “It’s the fox boy. The son of the fox shifter who just died.”

Talia’s eyes widened slightly.

“I hadn’t realized she had a child. I wonder what he’s doing in the woods?” she mused out loud.

Peter shrugged, turning his eyes back to the TV.

“He’s definitely a shifter. As for what he’s doing in the woods, I don’t particularly care. The woman used to go out to the same area fairly often before she fell ill.” Peter shifted his weight, getting more comfortable on the couch. “Perhaps it’s some kind of devious fox shifter tradition,” he threw out in addition, tone sarcastic. Talia glared at him.

“I’m just trying to keep our pack safe, Peter. It’s my job as Alpha.”

Peter nodded with ridiculously wide, innocent eyes, still not bothering to look away from the TV.

“Oh yes, it’s so lucky we have you to keep us safe from the ten year old who turns into an animal slightly bigger than a loaf of bread.”

“He can do a full shift?!” she exclaimed, clearly shocked.

“Well I’ve certainly never seen him do any other kind, nor did I ever witness his mother shift any other way either. But to be fair, I only saw either shift a total of three times. They took your lack of welcome to heart, after all.”

He deliberately continued to not look back at her.

Talia had dismissed the woman immediately upon meeting her fifteen years ago. She’d been the young wife of a new deputy then, asking for permission to run on their land occasionally. Talia, however, shared the distaste of werefoxes taught to her by her parents and grandparents. She’d denied the woman permission, suspicious of ulterior motives.

Peter, at the time just nine years old, found her more interesting than threatening. Especially when a few months later, he caught her mid-shift just outside the aforementioned aspen grove. He watched with amazement as she changed from a woman to a beautiful grey fox, slinking off into the woods faster than he could follow.

His sister treated every full shift as an event with near religious sanctity. One for which she was to be praised and held up. It was used as a show of power, either to other packs or her own betas.

The last time he’d seen the woman turn into a fox, it had been to catch butterflies with her son.

Behind him, Talia huffed and turned away, walking toward her office. Peter continued to look at the TV, though his attention was nowhere near it.

The boy was in the woods alone again.

Peter wondered what he was looking for.

__________

Stiles sat still on a stump in the pitch black woods. The moon was new that night, and the clouds covered most of the stars. He could see just fine anyway. His nose twitched at the smell of someone’s perfume, probably from some hiker earlier in the day, he thought.

Movement from small insects caught his eyes here and there, only interesting because there was nothing else to notice. No ghostly lights, no phantasmal visions… no soft words from his mother.

He was alone.

He would remain so for the rest of the night. It was late enough that it wasn’t likely anyone would be coming. Not his mom, or grandma, or great granduncle. He could go home, but no one was there either.

Instead, he tucked his cold hands in his jacket, and watched his breath puff into the night, debating whether or not it would be worth it to shift for the warm fur.

A few minutes later, the perfume reached him again, and he wrinkled his nose. It was stronger this time. That didn’t make any sense.

He focused his sense of smell, trying to tell which direction it came from, but he couldn’t catch it again. Abruptly, every other smell was covered by the smell of smoke.

Stiles stumbled off the stump, swiveling around to where the smell was coming from and took off into the woods. There couldn’t possibly be a forest fire in January, could there? It had just rained last night. He followed the smell, soon seeing the trail of smoke and then the glow of a huge fire.

It was a house fire. The Hale’s house.

He cringed against the crackle and roar of the flames battering his sensitive ears. It was nearly overwhelming, but he focused because he thought he could hear something beneath it-

Screams. The Hales were still inside.

Stiles was baffled. He knew at least some of the Hales were werewolves; his mother had been firm in her insistence that they were to be avoided. Not because they were werewolves, but because the Alpha was rude, and because his mom thought wolf Alphas in general hold an excessive amount of power over their packs. Regardless, they certainly had power, and they certainly should have been able to escape a burning house.

He pulled out the cell phone his dad had given him for emergencies as soon as he reached the house clearing and dialed 911. Dora Hastings was the operator who answered, which he was grateful for because she’d known his mother and was more likely to take him seriously. He rattled off the relevant information in an urgent tone as he crept around the edge of the clearing, looking for a reason the Hales might be trapped.

The only strange thing he could see was a thick line of dust running along the base of the house… but it was very close to the flames. He didn’t want to get burned, but…

“Hold on Dora,” he said, hearing her say Stiles, no-! as he set the phone on the ground. He broke a stick off the nearest tree with a great crack, and then ran up to the line of dust and scrambled it. There was a slight feeling of his ears popping, and then suddenly the screams from inside became much louder. Quickly, he ran back to the phone and reassured Dora that he was still there. No more than a second later, the first people came stumbling out of the house, limping as they carried unconscious children.

Stiles hesitated, waffling on whether or not he should or even could do anything to help now. No one seemed to have noticed him yet, but he couldn’t really leave since he had the open line to 911. Instead, he shrunk back into the shadows of the trees and watched quietly as the Hales coughed and cried and tried to stabilize the ones with the most severe burns, giving Dora as much information on their state as he could glean from his vantage point.

With great relief, he soon heard the sirens of the fire trucks. He waited a few more minutes until the humans outside the Hale house began to react to the sound as well.

“The trucks are here, Dora. Thanks,” he said, voice tired. He just wanted to go home.

“Just doing my job sweetie,” she answered, sounding nearly as tired.

“Hey, Dora?”

“Yes dear?”

“Is… do you know if my dad’s going to be here? Or is he going to go home?”

“I imagine he’ll need to at least talk to a few of the family members, sweetie.”

“... Okay. Bye.”

With nothing left to do, he went home.

__________

“The sheriff’s son?” Talia clarified, setting down another set of insurance paperwork on Peter’s hospital table two weeks later.

Her husband Alexander nodded.

“Apparently he’s the one who called emergency services.”

“Does he work for the station too? How did he notice the fire?”

Alexander shook his head, opening his mouth to answer, but was cut off by the croak of Peter’s voice.

“Fox.”

Talia and Alexander looked over, Talia’s brow pinched with concern over his burn roughened voice.

“Fox,” Peter repeated, the word grating out of his mouth like gravel. His one unbandaged eye looked directly at Talia. “Shifter... boy.”

“The fox shifter? That’s the sheriff’s son?” she said, mouth falling open.

Peter would have rolled his eyes if he’d had the energy. As it was, filling in his sister’s ignorance took pretty much everything he had to spare, so instead he settled back to watch her and her husband fret over the information.

“What should we do?” Alexander asked. “Do you have any ideas on how to repay him?”

Talia floundered for a moment.

“He saved the life of everyone in our pack, Alex. I don’t have the slightest clue on how to repay a fox shifter for a favor, much less for something like this.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t focus on his heritage,” Alexander suggested. “He is, after all, a ten year old boy. What do ten year old boys like? We can start there.”

Peter closed his eye, submitting to his tiredness. It sounded like Alexander and Talia would be talking themselves in circles for a while, and he didn’t need to listen to any of it. Something about the boy made Peter think he would shun any kind of repayment that his sister would consider appropriate.

Besides, the reason Talia came to visit him in the first place was to tell him that the Argents were dead. That kind of vicious satisfaction that inspired was terribly tiring.

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Peter heard about the failure of the first two attempts while he was still in the hospital. Alexander brought cookies to the boy, hoping to get to know him a little. Instead, the boy had answered the door with a suspicious glare, asked Alex to wait for a moment after taking the cookies, and audibly dumped them in the trash before returning the empty plate to flatly say, “Thank you, they were delicious,” and then shutting the door in his face.

Laura tried to offer him a ride home from school, but Stiles had immediately yelled “CHILD PREDATOR, CHILD PREDATOR!” and Laura had to spend the next half hour explaining to various school officials exactly what she was doing.

When Peter came “home” to their temporary rental after being released from the hospital, the first thing Cora did was complain to him about her mother hounding her to find out what Stiles liked, or to help him out socially.

“He doesn’t want help socially! He’s got his weird asthma friend, and that’s all he wants!”

“The others don’t tease him for just having one friend?” Talia pressed as she drew away Peter’s pain from the trip home.

“Well, Jackson does,” Cora said with a duh in her tone, “but Jackson is just kind of a jerk to everyone.”

“Why don’t you try standing up for him the next time Jackson picks on him then, okay?” Talia persuaded.

Cora looked doubtful, but capitulated with a grudging nod.

The next day she came home from school, dumped her backpack on the floor, and posed dramatically with her hands on her hips as she announced, “Stiles Stilinski doesn’t want or need anyone’s help dealing with Jackson. He said he thinks mom’s a cult leader, and that if he needed help hiding Jackson’s body then his first call would be to the county coroner, not the werewolf Jim Jones.”

Talia’s mouth gaped like a fish for a moment, before finally saying, “Hide Jackson’s body??”

A rough, crackling sound distracted her, and she glanced over at the couch to see Peter laughing. His burns were slowly healing, but his mood had certainly been a far cry from laughter since the fire.

“Werewolf Jim Jones,” he managed to say between rough bouts of laughter. Talia tried to purse her lips against a reluctant wry smile, and then sighed.

“I think I made a mistake turning away Claudia Stilinski,” she finally admitted.

“No shit,” Peter said, relaxing back into the cushions, energy used up by his sudden humor. Talia shot a dry look at him.

“I don’t see you coming up with any suggestions,” she said, the accusation biteless. They both knew exactly how much healing he’d gone through so far, and how much he had left. More importantly, they both knew why he’d been more extensively burned than anyone else.

He took his job as pack protector very seriously.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t have a suggestion.

“Pay attention,” he said. “Just watch. Everyone needs something. You’ll see it eventually. In the meantime, stop bothering him, otherwise he might actually get us put on a cult watchlist somewhere.”

Cora nodded like that was a perfectly reasonable possibility.

Talia gave in with a sigh, deciding it was probably best to trust the two who seemed to know the most about him anyway.

__________

Talia personally took over information gathering on the Stilinski boy.

Rather than finding possible answers to the question of filling their debt, she found growing horror at what was happening in the boy’s life.

The fox shifter spent more time in the woods than anyone, even Peter, had realized. He visited every day, staying out in the aspen grove at least two nights a week, but usually more often. He was able to do this because his father worked double shifts three times a week, and drank himself to unconsciousness the other four.

The ten year old shifter was doing the cooking and cleaning for the house, as well as ensuring that his father got up for work in the mornings before he left for school.

It was the worst kind of child neglect Talia had ever personally witnessed.

And she still didn’t know what he was doing in the woods.

That question was pushed to the far back of her mind, however, as she realized that the Stilinski home environment had to change immediately. She thanked the moon that she was already registered to be a foster parent, and quickly started making calls to get ready to take Stiles in after reporting the sheriff.

However, instead of the expected call from foster services, she got a visit from Stiles. Or rather, she got a visit from an enraged, murderously furious Stiles.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? What makes you think you have the right to take away my dad?” he demanded as soon as she answered the front door. Talia leaned back a little in surprise at the venom in his voice.

“Your dad is sick, Stiles-” she started to explain, but he cut her off.

“I saved your family from burning, but I swear I’ll do worse than that unless you fix this.” His eyes were deadly serious, far too serious for a ten year old face. “My dad is sick, but he’s my family. My pack,” he spat venomously. “I saved you from losing your pack, and now you’re trying to take away mine?” His face was a mask of anger and contempt, but Talia caught a flash of fear at the end of that sentence. “Take it back. Fix this,” he demanded.

“Stiles, I can’t-” she tried again.

“You can and you will.”

But she really couldn’t.

She couldn’t leave any child in an environment like that.

Talia took a deep breath.

“No one will make you leave your home-”

The slightest hint of relief sagged across Stiles’ face.

“-but only on the condition that your father attend outpatient rehab.”

Talia watched closely as Stiles’ face tightened again for a moment before relaxing again, this time a little deeper.

He nodded.

“You pay for it.” He looked her straight in the eye. “This makes us even, or whatever it is you’ve been trying to do since the fire. Just- just leave me alone, okay? My mom didn’t trust you. You were rude to her, and that means I don’t trust you either. We’re even.”

He started to walk away, but Talia’s heart tugged at her- the pull of her own past mistakes, and the pull of a boy who needed more than he would allow himself to have.

“Stiles, I apologize,” she called after him. “I’m not trying to gain any more of your trust than you want to give, but I’m very sorry that I wasn’t more kind to your mother. She deserved better than that, and so do you.”

Stiles hesitated, looking back long enough to nod once, and then walked away.

__________

Peter watched from the upstairs window as the boy walked away. He watched him reach the end of the drive, hesitate, and then turn into the woods, toward the aspen grove.

Alone.

From the floor below him, he could hear Cora trying to talk her dad into making more cookies. Laura was helping Derek with his trig homework, and Talia was on the phone with her contacts at CPS while also on hold with the rehab clinic. The rest of their pack was scattered throughout town and the preserve.

He imagined being the only one left to mourn the others. Imagined what that might turn him into, having a heart full of broken pack bonds and a body that burned without the help of an Alpha to heal.

Slowly, he got up, and started putting on his shoes.

__________

Stiles sat on his stump, waiting patiently. It wasn’t too late yet. There was still a chance of a visit.

Half of his thoughts were still fuming over the audacity of Talia Hale. Her actions, however well intentioned, were infuriating.

He’d changed his mind, though. Talia Hale clearly wasn’t a cult leader. She was a Karen. She was the kind of person who was sure that she Knew Better™, and she’d definitely asked to speak to a manager within the last month.

He honestly wasn’t sure if that was better or worse than cult leader.

Slowly, though, the relief of her offer to take care of his dad’s rehab made him slump forward as he rubbed his forehead.

Stiles could clean. He could cook. He could make sure his dad woke up.

He couldn’t make his dad stop drinking.

The empty bottles loomed in the corner of his vision whenever he was in the house, a beast bigger than he could deal with. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he needed help with it.

Stiles couldn’t handle it alone.

God he missed his mom.

The crunch of twigs behind him took him by surprise, startling him out of his deep thoughts.

“Mind if I sit? This is the farthest I’ve walked since- well. You know. You were there, after all. In any case, I could use a rest.”

Stiles looked up to see one of the Hales; the one he remembered lying on the lawn, completely covered in burns. He was standing in the grove. His skin puckered and pinched along his left side, but Stiles could see it was healing. He must have been a werewolf, then, because the burns that Stiles remembered wouldn’t have begun healing that quickly on anyone else.

He looked tired, though.

Stiles gestured silently to another stump, and then went back to waiting. He didn’t think anyone would come visit while there was a werewolf here, but maybe the Hale would go away if Stiles ignored him.

“My name is Peter by the way.” The man paused, but didn’t seem to expect a response. “I know my family have all been trying their own various ways of saying thank you, but I’m not sure if any of them have actually said it yet. So, for my own part: thank you, Stiles.”

And then, wonder of wonders, he said nothing else.

Stiles looked over despite himself, surprised. He waited, expecting another ridiculous or infuriating attempt at payback.

But Peter just sat there quietly with him.

Slowly, Stiles relaxed.

Somehow the wait wasn’t quite so long or heavy with another heartbeat in the grove. Peter didn’t seem to be on any sort of timeline. For the first time in a long time, Stiles found himself just listening to another heartbeat, not thinking about whether alcohol would slow it to a stop, or thinking about its presence possibly preventing Stiles from achieving his goal in the grove, or thinking about anything at all.

He felt calm. Almost peaceful.

“Is that a Hale?”

Stiles’ head snapped up, a pale transparent fox standing on the ground in front of his stump.

“Mom!!”

“That’s Peter, right? I heard about the fire.” Her dark eyes turned back to him. “I heard about how brave you were. I’m so proud of you, Mieczysław.”

Stiles couldn’t check to see if Peter was looking, couldn’t tear his eyes away from his mom for even a second.

“How are you, mom?”

She placed her weightless paws on his legs to bring herself closer.

“I’m good, Stiles. I’m wonderful. Grandma says hello, though she couldn’t come this time, and Uncle Stan said he wants to wrestle you next time he sees you.”

Stiles gave a slightly watery little laugh.

“Tell him I’m gonna find a way to pile drive a ghost fox.”

“If anyone can do it, I’m sure you can,” she said, confident and laughing. She kneaded her paws against him a little, as if seeking the tactile comfort they were both being denied. They were both quiet for a moment, drinking in the sight of each other, and then Claudia sighed a little.

“How is your father?” she asked in a voice harder than it had been before.

“He’s going to go to rehab,” Stiles answered, the relief still evident in his tone. “Talia Hale is going to pay for it.”

“Is that right?” Claudia looked over at Peter, somehow conveying a suspicious eyebrow even as a ghost in the shape of a fox.

Stiles finally managed to tear his eyes away from his mother to look at Peter, who Stiles was surprised to see looking straight at Claudia.

“Yes,” Peter answered. “Talia has reserved a place for John in the outpatient program, in thanks for Stiles saving our family. Though I should say she is willing to do much, much more.” While his words were leading, his tone wasn’t, simply leaving the information there in case Claudia was willing or able to do anything with it.

Claudia looked at him for a moment longer.

“Is she willing to let Stiles run in your section of the preserve?”

“I’m willing to say, on behalf of the entire pack, that Stiles is allowed wherever he damn pleases,” Peter said pleasantly.

Claudia nodded and looked back at Stiles.

“I’m going to have to go soon. The door wasn’t open very wide tonight, but I had to try to see you anyway.” She leaned her nose to his cheek, the touch visible but sensationless, and then leaned back, dropping her paws. “I love you, my little Mischief.”

Stiles’ eyes began to water, as they always did when she said goodbye.

“I love you too Mom. I miss you.”

But she couldn’t reply, because she was already fading.

Stiles continued to stare at the spot where she stood, trying to see any trace of her momentary presence. But, as always, the veil was thin, and completely impenetrable from this side.

Eventually, Stiles looked back up at Peter, who was still sitting, still quiet. Still a second heartbeat. He looked back at Stiles.

“I’ll bring a thermos of something warm next time, alright?”

Stiles hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

He wasn’t alone in the woods any more.

#4k under the cut #steter #gen steter #fox!Stiles #child Stiles #Talia's not a terrible person here she's more like your 48 year old aunt who loves her family #and has just realized that she's actually been racist her whole life #and is now scrambling as she tries to figure things out and be better #hale fire #hale fire au #ghost foxes #ngl this might be Very Bad I wrote it fast and partly while putting my kids to bed #this blog needs a tag for my bullshit #tumblr fic and kinda fic

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midnighthyuck · 5 years ago

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Painting Home | seungwoo!au

summary: the arts club made you feel home. But you’d discover later that in fact, walking home with Seungwoo, the quiet emo looking guy, was indeed... well, home.

words: 2.680.

pairing: you & han seungwoo.

a/n: this is my first time writing something like this. slow burn? a bit poetic? idk BUT i promise i’ll write better stuff from now on.

requests are open!

Art Club. That was the only thing in your mind ever since you first heard about it from your new class mate. Moving hasn’t been the best experience so far, but in fact the new school was heaven (compared to your last and horrible experience, including arrogant girls and annoying ass boys). People were kind with the new student, always making sure you were feeling home. They were great. And the clubs as well.

Being in a bigger city offered uncountable new opportunities, from 24/7 stores to really interesting clubs in school.

And for no specific reason the art club has been stuck in your mind. Of course, your dad opening an art gallery in the city did lean you to grow a bigger interest in the field, but it wasn’t the real reason that had you running to apply for the club before it was too late (and full of applicants). Maybe it was the feeling of ink in your hands. Perhaps the smell of wet paper and emollient that had always made you feel calm.

In fact, painting always made you feel home.

But what got you shock in the second you arrived there was the lack of you exactly thought was going to be you worst enemy. People.

The club’s room for sure was not the biggest around school, you bet, but it wasn’t small. Or maybe it just seemed bigger thanks to the three boys in there.

Three? Well, if your basic knowledge in math was correct, yes. Three people.

‘’Yes? Can we help you?” a guy asked from the back of the room, coming closer as he cleaned his hands on the already pretty dirty apron of his.

‘’Er, I'm here to apply for the club...’’ you said in a lower tone than actually expected.

His expression got confused for a second, lightening up in next, opening the mouth in a honestly surprised smile. ‘’For real?’’ it only made the smile grow bigger once you mumbled a ‘yes’. You felt the warm touch of his hands on yours while taking you in the yet unknown place. ‘’Come in! Guys, we’ve got a new member”.

And now finally the others seemed to realize that you’ve been there.

‘’I’m Wooseok! Those are Seungwoo and Eunsang. I’m the club’s president. You are...?’’ the friendly boy said, still grabbing on you.

“Y/N’’ you answered short, moving your gaze from your hand on his to his curious eyes, taking a barely audible ‘sorry’ from the guy. Once you felt free again, you took a while to observe the other boys in front of you.

Eunsang, a weird guy with red hair. That was your first impression (the one that would change once you started spending time with the younger boy, becoming in fact one of your best friends).

Seungwoo, definitely a guy who didn’t speak much. And that followed from the next weeks, or maybe months, you weren't much sure.

[…]

The art club was everything you ever needed.

You’d spend at least three hours, three times a week, in the place with the strong ink smell.

As time passed your relationship with your colleagues had also started changing.

Wooseok was a friendly person, that was clear from day one, but was also a moody one. Somedays he’d come to the (almost) empty room with bags of chocolates, ready to please his friends. On others, he’d come and go as silent as a ghost, barely seeming alive.

Eunsang became a very dear friend. He’d act shy whenever someone praised him by his natural painting talents, but near you he’d be the annoying little brother you’ve in fact never had. He was a special boy, with a very sweet heart.

And there was Seungwoo, that even after all this long, had never started a conversation with you. Of course, you guys talked, it wasn’t as if you (or him) were stranger (yet you felt like it).

‘’Today’s so hot.’’, ‘’Do you know where’s the yellow ink?”, “Wow it looks amazing!”, “Could you pass me the paint brush? No, no, the bigger one. Thanks.’’ and so on were the few times you had been brave enough to start a small (and when I say small, I really mean it) conversation with him.

But that was just fine. Some people don’t really talk as much as Eunsang does, you used to think.

Months had passed and you could say that for the first time you felt home.

The moody Wooseok, the annoyingly lovely Eunsang, the quiet Seungwoo. They were like family to you.

They were great to you. And for you.

[…]

Returning home late was not an usual thing, especially after school had closed. But you were up to the cleaning shifts on that day, and as Wooseok would love to point out, you can be very slow sometimes.

Walking past the subway station where you stop by every day you heard a horrifying whistle, hurrying the pace, no daring to turn around and check if it wasn’t just your imagination.

‘’Hey, want me to take you home, princess?’’ a disgusting voice came from what seemed to be behind you, but not for sure. ‘’Why are you running, bae? Let’s just talk.’’

I’m not running, you thought, before you could think once again and maybe run for real, an almost unrealistic shaped shadow became solid right in front of you.

Screaming was a great idea, but nothing was coming out. You tried to move, but your body just wouldn’t respond.

‘’Get the fuck out of here, asshole.’’ the hard as rock shadow in front of you said, emotionless.

Scream stupid, scream! Your mind shouted at yourself. And nothing. When you thought it’d be the end of you, a familiar voice whispered at you, making you finally relax after all.

‘’They’re gone. Why are you walking alone around here at this time?’’ Seungwoo asked.

Seungwoo talked to you first, for the first time, you thought, smiling without realizing.

‘’Why are you walking alone around here at this time?’’ you made Seungwoo frown. How could she make a joke like that when she was shaking so bad 5 centimeters in front of him?

‘’I live near by.’’

‘’Well, same.’’ you smiled once again, trying to move forward to go home, but your legs were just shaking too much. ‘’I’m so scared’’ you laughed ‘’I’m so fucking scared I can’t walk.’’

Seungwoo helped you to seat nearby the convenience store, right next to your house, but that detail the boy didn’t know. He ran in and came out in what seemed like five seconds so far, bringing you some strawberry milk. For the first time Seungwoo was talking.

He talked about the weather, about his family and how his sister hated the fact that he’d stain his uniform with ‘ugly ass ink’ at least once a month, he talked about Wooseok’s joke earlier that day, he talked about how he felt sorry for not talking to you enough to know that you guys lived close.

‘’Let’s walk home together from now on’’ he said at last, watching you finish the small milk box.

[…]

From the next weeks you started finding yourself way comfortable around Seungwoo. Walking home, different from what you had thought, was not so quiet.

Seungwoo did talked a lot when feeling like it. He was a good company.

And that was problem.

Seungwoo was a very good company, making you flutter sometimes.

You had always been aware of his good looks, but his personality was even... sweeter.

That was just a thing in the first months, but after you found out by chattery Wooseok that a girl had confessed to him, you found yourself sulking, almost angry. Jealous.

That wasn’t right.

But how to take away feelings you’ve got no control in?

Perhaps painting. And so you did.

You expressed all yourself on those fabric canvas. For the next three months you secretly cried your heart out on those, hoping that’d take away that feeling you had never wished for.

One day, walking back home, you suddenly felt like crying at a specific scene.

Seungwoo was smiling at you, screaming ‘hurry’ while pointing at a couple of stray cats on the other side of the street. The traffic light was red. You had to wait. And for a second, like a light bulb exploding inside your mind, you were sure.

You were in love with Seungwoo.

But just like that red light, you were stuck.

You knew you could never reach him.

[…]

‘’Are you ok?’’ Eunsang asked, taking a sip of his milkshake.

That day you didn’t go home with Seungwoo. You said you felt like spending time with your fake little brother. And so you did.

‘’I will be ok’’.

‘’What’s up? You might think that I and the other guys haven’t realized, but we did. Your paints have gotten so... different?’’

“What do you mean by that’’

“I mean we know there’s something going on in this pretty little head of yours.’’

“I just need some time, ok?”

“Yes, ma'am.’’ Eunsang laughed. “But you know I’m here for you, don’t you?”

“I do.” you caught up yourself smiling. It was good having friends like him.

[…]

‘’You seem better today.’’ Wooseok pointed, passing by you and taking a look at your current work. “Wow, we even got color on it this time! I don’t know what Eunsang has done yesterday, but it worked.’’

‘’Shut up’’ you laughed, being followed by Eunsang in the corner of the room.

Later that day you and Seungwoo stopped by a furniture store, it was your mom’s birthday soon and you had started looking for a nice gift.

‘’I know we’re not that close, but, you know, if you need help you can always ask me.’’ Seungwoo said out of blue.

‘’Er, I guess I know and that’s why I dragged you in here’’ you laughed.

‘’That’s not what I mean.’’

“What do you mean then?” you asked robotically while running your fingers on the shelf in front of you, taking a better look on those decoration mugs. Your mom would probably like it, you thought.

You’ve got no answer, but it was ok. That was just Seungwoo, he’d hang up in a conversation once in a while, perhaps lost in his own thoughts.

You thanked the cashier before leaving the store with the burgundy classic shaped mug hanging on a plastic bag.

‘’I mean... I care about you. I really do.’’ Seungwoo said before you entered home.

You didn’t sleep that night.

Canceling the once daily ‘home walks’ with Seungwoo became so frequent you didn’t have to even cancel anymore. He just wouldn’t wait for you in the entrance door.

A part of you was happy that you succeeded in pushing him away, other part always held a small spark of hope deep inside your heart, hoping he’d be there, waiting for you while checking something on his phone, and that he’d smile once his gaze met yours. That part of you died daily once he wasn’t there.

Instead, Eunsang was on your company almost every day.

[…]

The first time Seungwoo missed club activities you felt something was off.

The second time you couldn’t keep your mind straight.

After two weeks of skipping activities you couldn’t help.

When conscience hit you, were standing on his front door, knocking like crazy.

‘’Why are you he...’’ he couldn’t finish. You didn’t let him to do so.

“Why are you missing club activities?’’

‘’You could’ve just messaged me, you know.’’

‘’Can’t you just answer me?’’

“What, do I own you answers now?”

You froze.

“I’m just worried. That’s what friends do.’’ you said, holding you tears down your throat trying to cover up your voice as well.

A hint of guilt made itself present on Seungwoo’s face. He really wanted to be mean, to send you away because looking at you now was painful. But seeing how much reaction he caused on you the stupid melting side of his could let him go on.

‘’Sorry... I just need to be alone for a while.’’

“Can’t I be with you?’’

He blinked twice, swallowing his words down his throat. “No.’’

“Wooseok misses you. Eunsang too.’’ you mumbled. “I miss you.’’

Now Seungwoo was finally looking at you. In fact, it was as if he was looking through you, trying to find out something you didn’t know what.

He said nothing else. Neither did you.

Another week had passed by and no sign of Seungwoo’s lovely aura in the art club.

[…]

After what seemed an entire month, but actually were just two weeks, he returned. No questions, no news, no nothing. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

[…]

The end of the year was close, three months exactly.

Wooseok was giving instructions to you, who’d be the new president of the club while Eunsang and Seungwoo were finishing cleaning the floor.

Seungwoo and Wooseok were graduating from high school and although the president appeared excited with the idea of College, your (yet) secret crush didn’t seem as happy.

The next week were based in taking off the seniors' paintings of the room.

That was when you found a very curious one. ‘’Home’’ you read out loud. For no reason the image of a child with light colored clothes walking around the flower field running to a shadow stuck in your mind for the past days.

‘’I guess Seungwoo painted about death, what do you think?” you could still remember Wooseok’s question.

But that was not it. Not death.

[…]

You tried to smile in the picture, but acting was definitely one of your poorest skills.

You would miss them.

You would miss him.

And maybe telling him how you felt was a good idea, but you didn’t.

When Wooseok and Eunsang left to buy some popsicles to you all, you sat next to him, feeling alive one last time.

‘’Will we see each other again?’’ you asked. That would be the last time you’d start a conversation with him.

For a while Seungwoo made himself quiet. ‘’Perhaps.’’

You smiled sadly. So that was it. No happy endings. No final kisses. No happy forever.

“I’ve got something for you’’ he said once again before you could think about crying.

And so he handed out, the beautiful yet mystery painting. Home.

“What’s home for you?’’ he asked.

You.

“I don’t really know.’’ you said, taking the canvas as if it was glass. “What’s home for you?”

You.

“I don’t know either.’’

“I’ll miss home’’ you felt a tear dropping by your cheeks. “I guess I will really miss it.’’

That day for one last time you walked home together. Feeling the heart ache each step you’d take.

You took forever to walk out from the subway station that day, and took even longer to arrive home. Arriving home but leaving home. What a funny story. When preparing to wave goodbye, you felt it.

Warm.

Annoyingly comfortable and warm.

“When I said I cared about you, I meant it. And when I said I don’t really know what’s home like, I also did. But strangely I think I’m almost there when I’m with you.’’ Seungwoo held you like there was no tomorrow. And there wasn’t. “I’m gloomy and shy and quiet and I’ve got a short temperament, I also hate myself for being jealous of you. Especially about Eunsang... I hate that I can’t control this feelings. I hate that I feel so good when I’m with you. But... I do like you. So much.’’

“Why did you take so long to tell me all this?” you felt the tears running. ‘’We could’ve walked home every day. We could’ve spent more time together. I could’ve confessed to you. I could’ve... given you so much love.”

“Is it too late to be home?” Seungwoo smiled at you, running his fingers on your face, getting rid of those tear drops.

‘’It’s never too late to be home.’’

And yes, the kiss. The so waited final kiss.

“Welcome home.”

#han seungwoo #x1 scenarios #x1 imagines #seungwoo imagine #x1 han seungwoo #victon seungwoo #fluff #seungwoo imagines #x1

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thelostandforgottenangel · 4 years ago

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Good Morning everyone! I'm back!

I am happy to say that it is over, any reported harassment's against me were investigated; I had to send so much crap in and was told to wait; I was not guaranteed anything but it is luckily over and I can move past that and enjoy my followers and dear Tumblr family once again

Thank you for the few who gave me the support; I did get the messages whoever you are, I really would like to put a face to them but will not post them publicly to keep everyone safe.

Now I want to take this time to apologize to everyone for whatever I did because for the two people I had contact with talked me out of a very permanent plan to officially leave here if I lost my page after many years of being able to confide in people who cared and built me up because this is my safe zone; my safe haven away from my reality which I do need my escape to forget for just a second.

Returning to Tumblr after a forced hiatus, I was just happy to be back and check on my loved ones; getting my new phone in and finally having access to the internet again had me so happy until I got a message I did not fully understand

Now I had just returned; I had no clue what was going on when this happened and, yes, it upset me deeply to be delighted to talk to somebody I considered a friend and instead while replying to ask how they were doing wanting to be sure they were okay ((Understanding the person had been having troubles before I vanished I was looking in on a friend)) before the chat showed they had blocked me right after

Like everyone on here except one person; there is no way to contact me if I go missing. If I am not here due to I either: 1.) not having internet thanks to the person in control of it or 2.) functioning with a broken phone meaning - I did not get updates unless it was somebody who knew who to contact

I had no other way of reaching out since the friend is no longer active here after leaving months ago.

I had no clue what was transpiring and, Lexi, who anyone who has followed me since the beginning, is my lovely Anonymous penpal who sends me writing ideas for stories and the only real reason I left anonymous asks active because she, like me, suffers from extreme anxiety was trying to boost positivity for me because she understood my situation and the place I am in

I understand now she contacted a lot of people looking for me because; my anon messaging was finally turned off weeks before I left right after I stood up to my bully – I am sorry for that I did not get to say goodbye to anyone because it happened without warning and to those who knew what was going on I knew you would understand, and I know I worried a few people, it was never my plan to be such an inconvenience

Now at some point in the last few days, I had a dear friend send me some things in a submission that I never saw and wish I never had, thankfully; I know now, and for the sake of their sanity and to keep from adding any more drama or toxic actions to our wonderful fandom, they will remain unnamed because I do not want them catching any hate

Nobody here deserves hate.

So I will not be posting the original nor will I release the creator's name; this was a problem between us it stays between us because I do not wish ill on you; I hope you are successful and are having no more issues, I know returning to my page and not seeing any anon hate in my box after ten days is very refreshing for a change

I have seen everything said about me in three possibly four separate posts since it was all sent to me as one with little separations in-between, and I’m okay with it; I guess I have to accept this is how you feel I have nothing else to say on the matter

What you are saying is fine; I’m not going to let it get me, that is your opinion, and as human's, we are all allowed to have an opinion

Now, I don't know if you will see this, but I don’t think you are crazy in any way; I think you are intelligent and you have a huge heart; in our IM's you told me about your disorder also about you mental problem and like I said there I still understand; it runs in my family and, thankfully it bypassed me; but I still have compassion for those battling mental illnesses since I do have a few myself

I didn’t know about the ask you got until you mentioned it before I returned, and since mentioned by my best friend that she got one too earlier in the day I already knew who you were talking about

I had just seen it when I got blocked, and I didn’t fully get to read it until this morning when I was finally able to log on, and yes, I privately told you who that anon was because I had told her what a sweet person you were encouraging her to friend you, I have no idea how I lied but it is okay too

I was not here for those hate messages nor was I involved in anything I get too much hate daily when I am here to even dream of sending it but, nobody will believe me except anyone who has ever interacted with me

In your post, you warned people about three of those five people (Again; the ones I know about will not be named)

I only tried to interact once with your Raph; the response was enough to discourage me from ever trying again; you were stressed I got that because of everything going on I can only imagine you felt like it was an attack, I did not want an RP I just needed somebody to talk to that night, and, for once I didn't go directly to private messages as I do with everyone, that was my fault so I deserved the blow up even if I did not know about that RP until you explained. I apologized, profusely because I felt bad for bringing up – it was to talk, something many know I am not good at, I didn’t know the subject would hurt you; we had never interacted but you had offered to interact with me at one time if I needed you and trying to heal I attempted to reach out on the only thing I had seen on your page a long time ago

I don't get to RP for me haven't for a long while now, but I try to make others happy

But I am sorry I made an effort to reach out; you didn't need that

So if you are in the TMNT fandom, please be cautious because I only seem cause problems for the people I care for

You blocked me, you have your reasons, and yes, I do respect them and, after this post, it is in the past; I hope you are doing and getting along well

And guys, I can’t and will not give the name of this person or do it privately because I don’t want them catching any hate, but please, by all means, if you ever find their blog follow them; they are so talented and deserve so much love from this fandom

Lastly, while I will be staying on Tumblr because I do not want to leave any of you, I will be making several changes to my several pages soon to make sure this never happens again and to all my followers; I love you guys, and for that, I will no longer be posting struggles on here anymore even though I only gave you guys a penny in a 10-gallon bucket because I needed comfort that was too much; my problems are my burden, not yours; and I can not say how sorry I am that I ever put that on any of you

Nobody needs to know what their friends are dealing with when we come here to be happy because it is too much to put on anyone not personally dealing with it, so you will only see the sadness in my stories and only see the struggle in my art

My ask box will be open; anon will alternate day to day but, any hate I hope not to see will be deleted immediately; if your face is on the lovely message; you will be blocked right there just like the last 12 people since quarantine started for me in February

Also, while I am still here *this is a scheduled post it is 4 a.m. my time will post, hopefully after I am asleep cause my sleep schedule is grossly off* I do not want ANY hate streaming from this post, I know my followers will not do that to anyone; this is just me getting it out of my system

We are breaking the chain of toxicity right here! We were not meant to be friends in this lifetime but maybe the next

Tumblr, at one point, was always a beautiful, safe place for many of us who needed a way out of our situations; and when I joined in 2014 as a supernatural blog I was run off, then I came back again in 2016 for TMNT and found my family some of us just wanted a place to be us; to not be judged for who we were, it needs to go back to that for all of its members soon.

We have already lost way too many wonderful creators from here let's not lose any more

And if you have noticed a difference in the last three months, mostly pertaining to my writing; I downloaded Grammarly and started taking classes with my old English teacher on ZOOM who, bless her heart, had to deal with my dumbass in school because I suck at punctuality.

I was very self-conscious about admitting that, but somebody reminded me there is no shame in learning something again and I have been working hard

#scheduled #mun will be on later #been up all night with sick kids

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starlingsinclair · 4 years ago

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Is this imposter syndrome?

I’m going to get a little personal, and this is the most anonymous social media account I have.

I am struggling. This pandemic has trapped me in situations I never accounted for. While I’m coping with other traumas such as 4 deaths in 4 months (my dad, husband’s grandmother, the dear friend who married us, and yet another friend), a car accident, financial insecurity, and the lingering shadow of yet another immediate family member who died just the fall before (our primary child caretaker, my husband’s stepmother), I spend my day in a constant panic over returning to work.

I am not “high risk.” Yet, literally everyone else in my household is, and the remaining extended household, my recently widowed mother with no family left who also lost her best friend last year, my mother-in-law and her mother, who all rely on me and my husband to help them with navigating this pandemic and ya know, the several hospital visits they’ve endured this year, are very much at risk during this pandemic.

I don’t go to the grocery. I don’t eat at restaurants. I get everything I can delivered, and if I can’t, we try to figure out a way to live without it. I felt extreme guilt over getting my hair cut.

I work in a public library. I got pink eye from a children’s book. During quarantine, the fact I didn’t have some random stomach bug every month made it very clear just how much random exposure I faced. Libraries around my state have had Covid outbreaks. (There’s speculation that an employee in my system died this weekend from Covid19.) While not hospital dangerous, they certainly are a moderate risk job. One that high risk individuals shouldn’t do.

My job quite suddenly transitioned away from work from home. Like, with 24 hours notice. Right after my husband was informed that he would be returning to work later this month. This leaves us in quite a pickle as “daycares” are infeasible because a.) they are dangerous for both my high risk child and husband, b.) way out of our price range, and c.) wouldn’t actually cover most of our “working hours.” (My husband works 12 shifts in film, and I frequently work nights at weekends.) We relied on private and family childcare services because of this.

So as I’m panicking about working in a public-facing building with the general public in a community that has a general disregard for public safety anyway, I’m now struggling to figure out how to keep my kid cared for and my family safe, because they can’t watch him.

Well, shouldn’t you apply for that extended childcare leave passed by the feds earlier this year? Well, I did, and I was “rejected.” After a hysterical cry, I realized, no, I shouldn’t have been. Tears drying, it seems like their reasoning is quite suspicious. So, with much apprehension, I’m going to contest it.

Yet, calling out my employer for possibly illegally denying me this leave feels wrong. That somehow, even though I’m facing all these pressures and extenuating circumstances, I don’t have it bad enough. I don’t deserve this and instead should put my family at risk for a pretty poor paycheck because my choice is “or quit.”

Is this what imposter syndrome is?

Am I not entitled to the very small protections offered by the government because somehow my situation could be worse? I feel like I’m not. Do other people not feel this way? Would they not antagonize over leave requests, and wonder if they are taking advantage of their employer for using unpaid leave? Like, are they okay with this?

I keep asking my husband if I’m doing the right thing. If I should just tenure my two weeks notice and hope that if I sell off all my retirement investments I can make it through this pandemic and return to work in a year when my husband’s life isn’t at risk. Because I feel like I don’t deserve this, that I should just accept that I’m not entitled to paid leave that I know others have used and are using because somehow I just don’t have it bad enough.

#2020 dumpster fire #imposter syndrome #please excuse my ramblings

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mickmarstookmyheart · 5 years ago

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Life's a Sick Joke pt 2

Pairing: Mick Mars x Reader

Would like to start from the beginning? Here is Part 1 !

Sidenote: As this story is under construction, I would like to warn you that those chapters which don’t have a proper title are written in the main caharcter’s POV!! Be aware!!! Be awaaare! I hope you will enjoy this storyas I did writing it, have a nice day and feel free to leave marks!

2. After-Meeting Party

"Hey Liz, you forgot your helmet! Don't dare to ride without it." Dylan threw it in your way and you caught it smoothly. You said goodbye to him and ran down the stairs, hoping not to meet any of your neighbors.

You packed your stuff into the bag of your motorbike. It was a beautiful, shining jet black chopper. You've worked your ass off to afford it, but it was way cheaper than a car. Perks, you can easily avoid traffic jams. It was just still February and all, but since you hate public transport, particularly people, you got your helmet on and pulled the leather jacket down your waist.

On your way to the meeting, plenty of things crossed your mind. Firstly, in a couple of months, you will be on the road and travel a LOT with Ozzy Osbourne as the opener group during 'Bark at the Moon' tour. Secondly, how should you behave with the boys and the other members of the staff? Should you joke with them or stay calm and silent and ignore all the witty sentences they will tell? And finally, Mick. You hoped he forgot that little chat between the two of you.

When you got there and finally found a parking lot. You took off your helmet and headed towards the building. Inside you took a look at the big clock and saw that you were half an hour earlier, but you didn't mind. Never have you ever been late from anywhere. I gave a look to that clerk from last time and confidently stepped in the elevator. When you got in front of the office door you hesitated a bit. When you stepped in you said a shy hello to the others who were already there. You sat down at the end of the table and started to read the papers on the desk.

"Hey, don't touch them! It's confidential." At the same moment, you dropped the papers and looked over the man in complete shock. You felt my face burn in embarrassment.

"Oh...I'm so sorry. I didn't know..." You tried to say a proper sentence.

"Just kidding, kid. Don't worry. Anyway, I'm Doc." He approached you and shook hands.

"(Y/N). Nice to finally meet you." You were smiling since you truly meant it. He already managed some bands you liked so much.

"Are you the new makeup artist?" He asked rubbing the back of his head guessing.

"Nope. I'm a photographer. I don't, more like I can't really do anything with makeup." You chuckled remembering your many attempts with make-up. You either ended like a clown or you never saw any difference.

"Ohh so you are the nerd one." Yaaay now they will call you The Nerd™. Cool. "Anyway, I read your CV. Nice qualifications. To be honest I expected an old, skinny man with a big mustache to be the photographer. But it's a pleasant disappointment."

"Thank you. I guess." You said after he left you there.

After he left the room, you let your hair loose and fix it a bit due to the helmet completely ruined it. The only body part you adored was your hair. Well, your hair, generally in the family. All the three of you and your bitch mother had silver, almost platinum white hair.

10 am. Finally. Everybody was present except for the four musicians. Nothing really happened, just discussed things which relate to the staff.

10:30 am. The door opened and the dark knight himself entered the meeting. You tried to avoid eye contact with him so you entertained yourself by the color of the wall and the long, shining glass table in front of you.

"I am sorry." Mick apologized and shut the door after himself. So he is the only one who attended the meeting. Nice.

"So, your interview went well I see." He whispered in your ear as he sat down next to you. Next to you. There were plenty of other seats available, but he had to sit down right there. Yay. Becoming invisible mission failed.

"Yeah...I was surprised, too." You said blushing.

You tried my best, really. You tried to concentrate on the meeting and jot down important information, but every time Doc joked and Mick chuckled or laughed you completely lost control. You always felt his eyes on you. It was frustrating. You cleared your throat more than once as a sign for him to look away but he didn't get it or just didn't want to. Doc started to write on the board the important concert dates and so did you.

"Shouldn't we wait until the boys come?" You chuckled. A girl asked who was sitting in front of you. She was a rookie, too if you had to guess.

"It's very unlikely to happen, dear. They are rockstars and they do whatever they feel like." Doc sighed continuing on the board.

"You know I'm sitting here, right?" Mick asked in a serious tone. Everybody cracked up, including me.

"If you really want to see them, check them at the after-meeting party." Doc told the girl.

"After-meeting party?"

You whispered to Mick.

"Yep. You coming?" He asked leaning closer. His breath was doing things to you.

"I don't know. Maybe. Although, I can't really drink, and party without alcohol isn't a party."

"And what if I won't drink either? That would be fair, right?" He offered in a very dangerous tone, it gave you goosebumps.

"Ohh I can't expect it from you. It's a party overall!"

"I want to be sober when I'm talking to you. I want to remember everything you say and tell me." Your heart skipped a beat.

At the party

"Hey, Mick!!! We didn't expect you to be hereeeee!!" Nikki yelled as he, Tommy, and Vince entered the party. They were all drunk as hell but trying to act sober. You and Mick were sitting at the bar drinking juice and water. Shame.

"Fuck. I didn't know what I was missing. These morons." He placed his face in his hands. Somehow you felt a sudden urge to touch his shoulder to comfort him, but you didn't have the guts to do so.

"And who is this?" The boys approached you and stopped in front of you. Vince eyed from head-to-toe and was grinning. "Nice to meet you, dear. I'm Vince Neil, the singer, and leader of this band."

"Vince, you are the lead singer, not the leader. It's not the same, man." Nikki corrected Vince.

"(Y/N)." He held your hand and placed a kiss on the top of it.

"My lady." Mick just rolled his eyes. You were afraid he might eye-roll himself into another dimension.

"And (Y/N)....what?" Tommy asked curiously.

"I'm sure she is (Y/N) Sixx cause I will fucking marry her, man!" He and his terror twin high-fived while you and Mick just shared a look.

"Wow. That was so original. You don't have better pickup lines?" You asked pulling one of your eyebrows at him.

"Hey, that was good. As me." He winked and with that, he just walked away pretending to be offended.

"I'm Tommy. Tommy Lee. And I really would like to know your surname!! Is it embarrassing or what?" He snickered.

"Well if you look me with those puppet eyes of yours I'm gonna tell ya. My name is (Y/N) Cooper." You sighed and waited for the reaction. Tommy was wide-eyed and already turned towards his bandmates.

"Hey Sixx, Vinnie! This is Alice Cooper's daughter!" You facepalmed since you already knew this will happen. A bunch of idiots.

"No, man. This is the reason I didn't want to tell it. Because you, fucking teenagers will immediately think that I'm a relative of Alice Cooper!!" You snapped and now completely understand Mick's thoughts about them.

"Chills, dude. I'm leaving." Lee held his hands up in defense and left you there with Mick.

"Fucking teenagers" is my line." Mick spoke up after they all left.

"You need to copyright it sometime."

∆Still at the party∆

"So I already know that you like taking pictures. Tell me your story!" You were now on the balcony which was much quieter and peaceful them downstairs. You finally convinced Mick to drink something even if you couldn't. He had a bottle of beer in his hands and was gesturing with it.

"I don't really know what to tell. What do you want to know?" You asked while taking a sip from your water. Water at a party. You couldn't believe it either.

"Well, do you live near here? Children?" He paused for a second. He looked at you from the coach. "Husband?" You smiled at the last question.

"Woah, Woah, Woah. Hold on! One question at once! I can't even remember them. Well, if you really want to know we live 30 minutes from here. We moved here at least four years ago."

"With whom?" He asked while he slowly stood up and leaned on the railing of the balcony beside you.

"With my brother and sister. Woah, now just with my brother, cause Isabelle went to uni. And for that husband topic...I haven't really had any proper relationship, there were mostly jerks, dumps, and idiots, in that order." You looked down and laughed at how miserable you were with relationships. "Also looking after my sister and sometimes my brother is just like having a baby." He chuckled. "And what about you?"

"I have a sister, called Susie and three..."

"Brothers?" You asked back not letting him finish his sentence. Mick already regretted intending to mention his children so it was a good come out.

"Yeah, sure." He said before taking a sip of his booze. He stood closer to you so his shoulder was touching yours. Mick met many girls during his life who were pretty and kind, but when he saw you in the office acting nervous, he knew you will completely turn upside down his whole life.

You hummed from the slight touch and leaned your head on his shoulder. You were admiring the view of the city night and the peaceful quiet. Then something crossed your mind like thunder during a storm.

"Holy shit." You cursed thinking he will kill you.

"What is it?" Mick asked worryingly.

"I forgot to call him, my brother. He will kill me. Sorry, but I gotta go."

"Okay, I will wait here." Mick sighed and thought he fucked it up this time. Maybe this touch and personal questions just scared you away. You headed towards the phonebooth downstairs. You felt terrible leaving Mick there all alone, but your brother must be worried sick, not knowing a thing about you.

You found a phone in the kitchen which was not that quiet. Cool. It ranged at least a million times until he picked it up.

"What kind of meeting lasts for more than 3 hours? I worried sick. Where are you?" He ranted on the phone. He was pretty angry.

"I'm so sorry, Dylan. Time just flew. Currently, I'm in a house party near to the office. It's a so-called after meeting party. Sounds ridiculous, I know." You smiled on the phone.

"Sure, it does. But you aren't drinking, are you? I hope you remember...that thing."

"Yeah I remember and you don't have to remind me all the time. And I'm sober. Anyway, Mick is asking of you."

"So...becoming invisible mission failed?"

"It fucking did."

"Who are you talking to, my dear?" A strangely familiar voice echoed from your back so you turned around. Vince. Dear Satan give you enough strength to handle him.

"Hey, Dylan I have to go, but I will set off soon, I promise. See ya later." And without waiting for his respond you hung up. After putting back the phone you glared at him, not in a mood for his attempts.

"What do you want, Vince?" You asked while heading back to poor Mick.

"Just a kiss from a rose." He stepped in front of you and put his fingers under your chin.

"No way, man! You are wasted and I'm not enough wasted to kiss you. So, please let me go." You wanted to walk beside him back to Mick, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled closer to him. Mick went back to the room and was about to leave this party since he supposed you weren't coming back. It was too long now for just a telephone conversation.

"It's just a kiss. From me. From the fucking lead singer of Mötley fucking Crüe." He whispered in your ear.

"But asshole, I don't give a damn of who you are. And get your hands off me!" You were about to walk away but he crushed his lips on yours. You immediately moved away and punched him in the face. He fell to the floor and held his hand on his face.

"You BITCH! You hit me!!" You stood there in complete shock, not believing what you just did. Everyone was staring at you. Your hand hurt like hell and you just wanted to be somewhere else.

"I'm so sorry. I should...go." You ran out of the bar and got on your bike.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Please wait!" Mick yelled from the door and was approaching you. "Where are you going?"

"Didn't you see what I did? I punched Vince. Actually, he is my boss. I fucked it up." You sighed and was gripping the hand clutch so strong your hand was already white.

"In that case, I'm your boss, too. And what did he do? I just saw that he is on the floor and you are running out."

"He...he tried to kiss me. I told him to stop and go away but he didn't. And after all, he did it and I got furious and hit him." You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. Mick didn't know what to think at first, he was just amazed at how badass you were and angry as hell about Vince.

"Don't worry. He is so drunk he won't even remember it in the morning." Mick tried to chill you down.

"Are you sure? But what Doc will think? He is angry I guess..." You murmured.

"I think he didn't even notice it. And he won't care if Vince will go to him and cry like a girl who just broke her nails."

You chuckled. He stepped closer and you hugged him. You didn't know why you just needed someone to comfort you. He didn't move for a second. Later he hugged you back and rubbed your back. Mick wanted that moment to last forever, though it felt like a minute. Your strong grip, your smell and your hair in his face were just perfect. You were just perfect.

"Thank you for always being there when I need the most." You wiped your tears away and felt awkward." Sorry, this might sound strange." You sniffed.

"Hey, it's okay and I understand." A long pause and awkward silence. "So is this your bike? It looks badass." He took a look at your bike.

"Yap, it's mine. And thanks. I worked a lot to get it. But it worthed." You looked in the distance for a while. You thought about Vince and that you may have to look for a new job and had to leave Mick.

You screwed it up.

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69. July 23

MM ANON ……… love life exposed …………… gift of jewellery ……………… it’s all a mask ………………… sister protection ……………… yippee ,Balmoral …………… 15 Bank accounts??……………… return to school??? ……………… “ it’s the theatre Jim, but not as they show it”………… Sending in Federal Troops ……………………Bojo crabs ……………… a strong union 🤣🤣🤣……………… 4 million. …………” are you coming Sydney”………… “indubitably sir”…………… “ stock the cellar!! “ ……… “ your request is my command sir” ………… “ and don’t tell anyone I’m driving the LR.”

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July 23/20

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July 24/2029 0250 hrs CST Riddle from July 23/2020. Riddle #69

love life exposed ……………

Well the court has ruled in the case regarding it is GM that the court can do that the records can be unsealed. This is in the case involving VRG! The floodgates will open as explosive documents detailing Ghislaine Maxwell’s sex life can be UNSEALED in Virginia Giuffre’s defamation case within a week!Judge Loretta Preska, in Manhattan ruled on Thursday to unseal more than 80 documents that GM had wanted to keep under wraps.The judge said the documents - which will run to hundreds of pages - should be made public within a week.They include flight logs from Epstein’s jets, a deposition in 2016 in which Maxwell’s lawyers said she was asked ‘intrusive’ questions about her sex life.The documents also include police reports from Palm Beach, Florida, where JE had a home. It will include communications between GM and JEfrom January 2015 when VRG made allegations about them in court papers. In the papers VRG claimed she was forced to have sex with Pa three times when she was just 17, at JE orders. The documents were part of a defamation lawsuit brought by VRG against GM, which was confidentially settled in 2017. The case is separate from the criminal proceedings against GM, who is accused of procuring girls as young as 14 for JE to abuse. I honestly feel sick 🤢🤢🤢and pray 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻for anybody who has to read all of this horrific information!

gift of jewellery ………………

I can just not find anything that I think is relevant. The only thing I can see is the Fringe Tiara, that her Majesty loaned to princess Beatrice on her wedding. I am looked up and down sideways for any possible wedding gifts you received. I just find nothing. So maybe it’s some thing obvious that I missing but I’ve tried my best and I just I just can’t seem to find anything that makes any sense.

it’s all a mask …………………

Well I think the word of the year besides COVID-19 is mask. Everybody and their dog is making masks fashion designers and etc. I ordered some from the Lug company and that this is the cutest patterns and they’re water repellent, just like the Lug bags very very cute. I was just a metaphor for how things really are? It’s a small some big grand conspiracy to help the New World order? Everybody online is got some crazy conspiracy theory. I am doing my best to keep away from it all. But I do think going forward wearing mask will be a new normal.

sister protection ………………

🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

Thirteen nuns from a Michigan, U.S.A., convent have died from COVID-19 in a deadly wave that claimed 12 in just one month and left more than a dozen seriously ill.The nuns, who lived together at the Felician Sisters’ convent in Livonia, Michigan, were all aged between 79 and 99 years of age.Twelve of them died in the one month between April 10 and May 10. At the time, 18 other nuns had contracted COVID-19 and were being treated for the virus. On June 27, one of the 18 nuns battling the virus also died.The nuns lived and worked together - mostly as teachers - at the Livonia convent, which was home to 65 sisters prior to the pandemic. Most definitely are under God’s care now.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

yippee ,Balmoral ……………

Yep kids, they are off to Balmoral!! I wish them a marvellous time!🥂🥂🥂The Queen and Prince Philip are to move to Balmoral early for a socially-distanced summer holiday with her family. Her Majesty, Queen and Duke of Edinburgh are going to go to Scotland early next week. All visitors and family will have to stay in other buildings on grounds. 15,000 acres, loads of room.😁😁 ⛺️ fishing 🎣 🌳 🌲 💐 🦌 🦊. You get the idea, their love of the outdoors is well known.

15 Bank accounts??………………

GM is alleged to have 15 back accounts are the globe. I have a strong belief there are more and as l said last week she became a naturalized U.S. citizen back in 2002. I believe she may several passports despite this. Her connections are broad, spread globally and the wealthiest of the wealthy. This is a major double sword because she knows a lot of very awful truths and secrets about the elite allegedly. She is quivering in her paper boots. Now they are unsealing VRG records from that case in Florida…….big shoes are about to drop!!

return to school??? ………………

There has been a reuptick in the cases of COVID-19 in various places around the world where the case that had kind of stabilized. We are seeing that in Canada as well in several provinces. In our country, it’s due to people gathering in large gatherings and then having what they call a super spreader. Then they return home and it spreads throughout their community. So as far as returning to school I think in many parts of the world that’s still up in the air. I’m thinking especially regarding our Cambridge children, they probably still do not know what they’re going to do. It is likely going to probably come down to digital education and a continuation of more of the same as had been done earlier in the year. As we, in the northern hemisphere are heading to autumn and the flu season when begins, this is very concerning. The southern hemisphere is on fire, en Fargo, 🔥 with COVID-19 cases it’s just unbelievable. stay safe Ladykinrannoch 💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜

“ it’s the theatre Jim, but not as they show it”…………

Back to MM Anon’s favourite Star Trek reference.💜💜💜💜💜😊😊😊😊😊😊💜💜💜💜💜Theatre in the west end of London is historic and a huge tourism money maker. It brings a lot of tourists in and many locals who enjoy the theatre both dramatic and musical. As we know in the UK Panto (pantomime) season is a huge fundraiser for the theatre district itself plus it’s a tradition and everybody just loves it. This is going to be I don’t know how many millions they say that will be has been lost already. Theatres and music venues in England will be able to host physically distanced outdoor performances from Saturday 11 July under new government guidance, but industry figures are calling for more clarity on when full-capacity indoor performances can return. U.K.The culture secretary, Olive Dowden, announced the relaxing of restrictions where performances can now take place as long as they are “outside and with a limited and socially distanced audience”. “As I’ve seen for myself at the Royal Academy this morning, the National Gallery and as we’ll see shortly from the National Museums Liverpool, our cultural institutions are beginning to welcome back visitors,” he said. “I’m really urging people to get out there and to play their part, buy the tickets for outdoor plays and music recitals, get to your local gallery and support your local businesses.” The government said that now “gives the green light” for outdoor opera at Glyndebourne, and outdoor theatre at venues such as the Minack Theatre and Shakespeare’s Globe, but industry figures were disappointed that the announcement did not go further. Earlier in the week, Dowden unveiled @£1.57 billion, WITH A B, BILLION!!!, rescue plan for the 🎭.Jon Morgan, director of Theatres Trust, welcomed the relaxation but called for more clarity on when theatres can move to stage five of the government’s plan when performances are allowed indoors with audiences. “Oh, what a performance… Britain’s theatres are dying on their feet. Now Andrew Lloyd Webber’s fighting to prove the show CAN go on — yet as SARAH VINE found at his Covid-safe staging, if the rules aren’t relaxed, the curtain may fall for good” DAILY MAIL

Sending in Federal Troops ……………………

In American cities are specifically Portland, Oregon, Chicago, Illinois there’s a few others where they are or mayors and governors who are I have specifically. ordered the police not to do their job. The numbers of shootings and murders in Chicago has skyrocketed just unbelievably and there’s been little children involved. There was a open broad daylight shooting at a funeral home where I believe 15 people were shot and it was a gang members funeral and I was I guess other gang members that did the shooting. Apparently there are 117,000 gang members in that part of Chicago where the entire population of the community is 500,000 so you’re looking at more than 20% does astounding!! These mayors/governors are of the opposing party of the current U.S. government and are actively, as in the case of Minneapolis, have instituted laws ready to defund the police. I want to specifically talk about Portland, Oregon. Tonight I believe it was the 54th night of riots and destruction and the local law-enforcement are held back they’re not allowed to do anything. They have specifically received instructions from their mayor and governor. Imagine being those fine dedicated to serve and protect officers being handcuffed, so to speak, from doing their job. IMAGINE LIVING THERE?!🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺Homeland security together with the ATF, the FBI and Various other federal law enforcement have been there to try and stop the destruction. They are there because their specific mandate is to stop damage and protect federal buildings to federal property from destruction or damage. President Trump has said he is in sending in more federal aid despite what the the mayors and the governors are saying. Specifically in Portland it was really interesting on Tuesday evening the mayor, whose name escapes me, he went down into the riot and he had a microphone and a mask and he was speaking they knew it was him he was on a big screen I think and he was speaking in support of all these rioters, these antifa people. The crowd then they turned on him they were yelling at him to resign they were throwing stuff at him and it got really really really dangerous.I would not be at all surprised if it’s some point as a thing in Seattle that CHAZ or CHOP as it became called , there ended up being several murders I think four or five rapes and endless lawless behaviour where they just went in and cleaned it up. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if martial law ended up being declared in some of these places. The local mayors and governors do not seem to understand that the federal law-enforcement agencies like the ATF, the FBI, homeland security etc. have a mandate a legal mandate to protect federal property.

Bojo crabs ………………

British Prime Minister Boris Johnson toured a crab fishery on the Orkney archipelago on Thursday, July 23/2020, amid increasing support for Scotland’s independence from the rest of the United Kingdom. Speaking earlier in the day, he was keen to press the case for the whole of the U.K., to work together to tackle the coronavirus and subsequent economic fallout.

Following his visit to the fishery, Johnson also toured a local cheese-making dairy and was then due to meet members of the military, whom he will thank for their help in responding to the coronavirus outbreak, which included setting up testing sites and transferring patients.The visit marked the first anniversary of his premiership, with Johnson reaffirming his promise to increase opportunity and prosperity for all parts of Britain.I read it it’s quite funny in one of the articles I read they said when he was holding the crap he look like Edward Scissorhands from the movie. Interestingly that movie stars Johnny Depp.

a strong union 🤣🤣🤣………………

For years now Scotland has wanted independence from England. Actually make centuries! Nicola Sturgeon, First Minister of Scotland, used her daily COVID-19 presser as a. ‘party political broadcasts’ and a lack of proper scrutiny of her decisions has allowed her to cultivate a 'Saint Nicola’ persona in Scotland through the crisis, a leading MSP told MailOnline today.Michelle Ballantyne, Conservative MSP for South Scotland, spoke out as PM Boris Johnson visited Orkney and said the pandemic would have been 'disaster’ for Scotland if it had been independent from the UK.She stated that a largely pro-Independence press have failed to hold the First Minister to account during the pandemic while the Government in London fielded questions every night for months at the Downing Street news conferences.The collapse of press scrutiny in Scotland has allowed Ms Sturgeon to sell the idea of holding a second Independence referendum to the public, as two polls find that 54 per cent of people would back secession if there was a second vote. It has also caused even people in England to imagine that the SNP leader has handled the crisis better than the PM, as a YouGov poll last month showed. DM.

4 million. …………”

US coronavirus cases surpass !!4 MILLION!! and another one million are expected in just two weeks - as Texas sets single-day high for fatalities and California sees record 12,000 infections in 24 hours. Cases are doubling each week, if you look at the graph and stats! THIS IS ALARMING, especially since a U.S. election for president is the November. The Republican national conversation, initially scheduled in North Carolina but the POTUS cancelled it there because of discord l believe. It was moved to Jacksonville, Florida. Due to Covid-19, these massive gatherings are impossible. POTUS said he would do a digital speech. I wonder how on earth they will have an election🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.The number of cases is now on track to record an addition one million infections in just two weeks.In the past week, the average number of daily cases has reached 66,000 and, based on that trajectory, cases will increase by one million by the first week of August.More than 143,000 Americans have now died from COVID-19 after daily deaths surpassed 1,000 on Wednesday for the second time this week.There has been an uptick in deaths, on average, across the US since the beginning of July after hotspot states including Florida, Texas and Arizona saw explosions in cases and hospitalizations.In Texas on Wednesday, they set one-day records for increases in COVID-19 deaths and hospitalizations in the state.Meanwhile, California surpassed New York on Wednesday to have the highest number of COVID-19 cases in the country . Some from DM.

“ are you coming Sydney”………… “indubitably sir”…………… “ stock the cellar!! “ ……… “ your request is my command sir” ………… “ and don’t tell anyone I’m driving the LR.”

Well they are off to Balmoral! Himself is asking Sydney if he was coming along to Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿. As is if there was any doubts, 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂if he was going to come along and he answered in dubitably of course indubitably! If, am he must! stock the cellar, Himself has got to have that Boddington’s!! 🍺 🍻 🍻!Sydney, the ever faithful Butler, said your request is my command sir! 😁😁��😁😁Himself is not supposed to be driving , yet tell him to keep schtüm on the fact that he is going to be at Balmoral driving the Lone Ranger! Have a wonderful time!!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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70. July 24

MM ANON ……” since 1948 ,no changes ………… wags wobble………… phone a drone ………… Kim-vorce ……………… masked burger………… flowers for team Johnny ………… bailed out by old Bailey…………… Ban her from the palace ………………… tell all will destroy her……………… K&W&LCG will sunny fly to island???……………” I’ll drive Sydney!! “ ……… “ I’ll walk sir” …………… “ bloody get in”😱😱😱

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July 24/2020. Riddle #70!

” since 1948 ,no changes …………

The Daily Mail has this amazing story today. I know people who don’t move stuff about. I used to always move my furniture around and decorate each season. Now the furniture moving….not so much🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 due to my back. But l love moving my special things AND decorating each season! There is a house stuck in time. An ex-Royal Navy sailor, 89, has left decor untouched since 1948 saying it’s saved him thousands. Doug Bethel, 89, from Liverpool, Merseyside, still lives in the house that his family first purchased in 1948. Following military service he was a gas engineer, now retired obviously, although men do still have a lot of “ gas” 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂especially around that age. Pardon my humour😂😂🤣😂☺️🤣🤣☺️. He has left his house untouched, when he returned to live with parents after leaving Royal Navy.Mr Bethel has kept his childhood bedroom untouched and still has the original kitchen and cooker in house. Since it was built, house has survived two explosions- one during the Second World War and another in 1986. This goes to show you how things are quality that were built back then last and stand the test of time. Now if you buy an appliance they’re made to be disposable they don’t last that long and it’s cheaper to buy a new one then to fix it. I would love to walk through this house and have him explain everything. That used to be my type of favourite patient to work with, the special patient who was seasoned as I should say , elderly , but I prefer the word seasoned and had lots of life stories and life lessons to tell. The pictures are amazing! The outside of the house looks a little rough but the inside is glorious! The floral wallpaper on the walls, my goodness it’s beautiful. He’s done an excellent job of taking care of everything it at all looks just spic and span.. Well that’s a phrase I haven’t used in a long time, spic and span. That’s what my mum used to always say when we cleaned the house and it was all done and she said yes things look spic and span. Does anyone else remember that phrase? I don’t know why that came out of my mouth today but it’s interesting how things stay in our brain and then they come out. I’m noticing that as I use this audio software and I’m just talking instead of typing, it’s a whole different type of experience. I love that mirror he has on the wall that’s Dewar’s, oh man I’d love to have that , beautiful!

wags wobble…………

WAGS was an American tv show, tacky like the Real Housewives shows. It stood for Wives and Girlfriends of Sportsmen, of professional Americans athletes. THAT was a slutty show wowza! I am ashamed to admit l watched some of it.😞😞😞☹️☹️☹️😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣I doubt that this is what MM Anon is talking about!

However I do believe she’s referring to the ongoing battle between football/soccer wives Coleen Rooney and Rebekah Vardy. This is been going on for months if not eat over a year or longer I’ve been reading about it. Are used to really like best friends. And Khalid a Rooney is married to Wayne Rooney for those of you who don’t know he’s he’s like a premier player in the football league in the UK. She had a feeling that someone in her close circle shit close to Facebook friend I think like 25 soccer football wives I think there’s 25 of them in there and she had a feeling somebody was on sharing details outside of that group. So she decided to put it up on her self to do a little test of each woman. And she came to the conclusion that Rebekah Vardy was the one that was releasing confidential information. that’s of the backstory that I know so this is what the daily mail is saying today.

Rebekah Vardy no w has accused Coleen Rooney of leaking stories to the press HERSELF, says she’s been made a scapegoat and was left ‘suicidal’ by fall-out from Wagatha Christie row, in bombshell court documents from £1m libel claim.Wagatha Christie🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣.

Rebekah Vardy revealed her ‘extreme anguish’ about being exposed 'to public ridicule’ in legal documents.She also claimed in the papers that the stress of the scandal had left her fearful of losing her unborn baby.In an astonishing claim, Rebekah detailed how she believed she had been 'made a scapegoat’ by Coleen. The saga started in October when the wife of Wayne Rooney accused Rebekah of leaking stories about her.

phone a drone …………

Well Madam has pulled one of her favourite tricks pardon the pun Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. This Audio talking type thing is so funny because it’s hard to when I laugh so when he says ha ha Ha ha ha I’m actually laughed and then when I see the half I laugh even harder oh it’s funny anyways she’s pulled another stunt. Oh help me help me l’m a poor innocent female I’m a poor innocent female! There are drones flying all around the mansion I am living in trying to capture photos of Archficial! This goes back to one of her first earliest dance when she phone hairy and said all the paparazzi are stocking me outside my house in Toronto oh I’m so scared that it it off and then he released that statement which locked him into her with her for good. Now apparently they her and hairy they have filed a lawsuit and all these John Does with drones are going to be sued. She is a feminist why are there no Jane Does? How does she know that they’re just men? Why are there no John and Jane Does? Miss feminist!Oh first of all there’s no drones actually , well first of all she is not at Tyler Perry’s house mansion whatever. She’s lawsuit happy otherwise known as litigious! Oh well used characteristic by the rich and celebrities alike. So she’s now filed a lawsuit against people that don’t exist for something that’s not happening at a place where she’s not living with a child that doesn’t exist in her care! Does that make sense did I say that right or you say it slower she’s now follows a lawsuit against people that don’t exist, for something that’s not happening, at a place where she’s not living, with a child that doesn’t exist in her care!!! Wow that is a lot to unpack in that one sentence wow! What a joke! She is such a joke such a bloody joke it’s just hilarious it is I mean if it weren’t so Flippin sad that our beautiful royal family was dragged into this it is just so hilarious I said this is her life this is how she’s living her life can you kids imagine what a waste of a life that God gives you wow wow wow wow!

Kim-vorce ………………

I find it so incredibly sad. I spoke about it yesterday, to watch a man publicly mentally implode. Bipolar disorder, a full-blown manic phase, millions of dollars at his fingertips right in front of the public, it just breaks my heart it absolutely it’s just breaks my heart. I have not affinity for the Kardashians or Kanye West don’t get me wrong, I’m not , I’m no fan but I am a human being with compassion. I worked in mental health and it’s just it’s just breaks my heart to watch this happen. Then when he went on to talk about how him and Kim wanted to or she wanted to abort their first baby, North.can you imagine now that’s out in the public and when they were little girl gets older she’s going to read that oh my so so damaging. Other than celebrities always naming their babies weird names you can see his illness evident in the names of their children as well. Kim has remained silent but she released a statement two days ago saying how heartbreaking it is that the family can do nothing to help him do it to the mental health laws there. Also the two of them have been considering divorce for quite some time. Yeah I having a chronic mental illness that has the phases that is dramatic and drastic as he is that doesn’t fit into the reality show a life of a perfect family does it? Let’s get rid of him .In my province, the family can go to the magistrate and get someone formed, it is a form that it’s a short word for the form that’s that’s filled out by the magistrate to compel the person to see a GP or ER , by police or RCMP escort if need be, and often is! They can compel them to see a doctor. Then if the doctor feels they need mental health assistance they can fill out a different form, transferred to Psychiatry and then they will be held against their will for 72 hours for assessment and after such a time as if it’s determined that the person is really in need of hospitalization then there is another form that the psychiatrists, two of them have to fill out and then they start treatment. The 72 hours is for assessment, therefore minimal meds given to allow a clear assessment. However in most cases the person by the time they reach the involuntarily assessment phase they are so ill that they cannot go 72 hours without treatment. They are either violence or acutely suicidal or both and there are various treatment modalities that are used.There’s also a review board process in this within 21 days they can apply to the review were to have the review board if you review the case to determine if it’s appropriately involuntarily hospitalized. The review were consists of psychiatrists nurses legal people and members of the community.

masked burger…………

Who would’ve thought the the new cottage industry for 2020 would be making facemasks? Designers of all types are making them fashion a fashion statement to coordinate with your clothing. I think that’s a good thing because of this is going to be the new normal we’re going to have to be wearing them and you might as well have something not only be utilitarian but look nice as well right? In the U.K. fast food chains including McDonald’s, Burger King and Domino’s have confirmed they will enforce the new face mask rules.From July 24, you must wear face masks in all shops, public places, restaurants etc.and you could be fined £100 if you fail to do so. The government has also issues guidance guidelines for restaurants and fast food places, which l guess are not considered restaurants 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂. Dine-in and takeaway customers must follow different rules when inside a food establishment.If you’re buying food and drink to takeaway, you are required to wear a face covering.The government says this is the same as entering and browsing a normal shop, where it’s also compulsory to wear face masks.But if you plan on eating in, you won’t need to wear a face covering.Ministers have previously said “it’s not practical” to wear face masks in places where you’ll be eating. This actually makes zippo sense. Close the eat in then!!

flowers for team Johnny ………… 💐💐💐💐💐

A female fan gave a bouquet of flowers to JD outside the courthouse. They flouted social distancing rules as he leaned in for a cuddle with the female fan outside of the London court.He was seen smiling after receiving the stunning bouquet of white flowers as the pair talked outside, seemingly ignoring COVID-19 restrictions. There are no rules for celebrities and politicians! This was a few days ago like ten, l can find no other reference.

bailed out by old Bailey…………… ⚖️ ????denied

For those of you who are not aware of what oh Bailey is here’s a little education. Old Bailey is the Central Criminal Court of England and Wales (commonly called the Old Bailey). The Crown Court sitting at the Central Criminal Court deals with major criminal cases from within Greater London and in exceptional cases, from other parts of England and Wales. This is the applicant case though and it’s JUSTICE DENIED, grins and arrogance hand signs! 'You robbed a hero of his life’: PC Andrew Harper’s widow tells of shock after 'barbaric’ travellers who dragged him to death were cleared of murder and says: 'I have a life sentence to bear… more painful than a meagre number of years in prison’. PC Andrew Harper’s widow Lissie today said she was 'immensely disappointed’ that the three teenagers who killed her husband were cleared of murder and convicted of manslaughter, describing the crime as 'barbaric’. Henry Long, Albert Bowers and Jessie Cole, who are all travellers, hugged each other as they were cleared of murdering the police officer by dragging him to his death behind their car - but were convicted of manslaughter. Speaking outside the Old Bailey in London today, Ms Harper said: 'I’m immensely disappointed with the verdict given today. I now have my own life sentence to bear, and believe me when I say it will be a much more painful, soul-destroying and treacherous journey than anyone facing a meagre number of years in prison will experience.’ PC Harper, 28, had tried to stop the thieves stealing a quad bike and his ankles were lassoed by the trailing loading strap as the teenagers tried to escape in Sulhamstead, Berkshire.

Ban her from the palace …………………

Well the only thing a person I can think of that being banned from the Palace would be Madam. that would be each and every royal residence even probably within 100 metres. But why would this be coming up now? Interesting! MM Anon, you always leave me wondering with some of your clues and my brain just goes Squirrley. I would’ve thought these orders would’ve been given a long time ago.

tell all will destroy her………………

It’s being marked down and I don’t know anybody that’s going to buy this book “finding freedom” by Scooby Doo and Durand. She again has bitten off way more than she can chew and is now stepping away from having any part of that book and is denying participating with it. Anybody associated with her gets Markled. Some people may be lucky enough just to lose their reputation and employment. Others are not so lucky they may end up in a world of legal trouble both civil and criminal. Those I’m thinking of ourJM, GM, MA, DR,TM et al meaning the rest of the M family that we have seen and heard from. It is all coming together now like a perfect storm. Her lawsuit against the mail on Sunday, this book with the ridiculous title, all of the I don’t want to use the word friends, but famous people who have said they have met and held Archie. People like, Ellen degenerate, yes I said degenerate. One I cannot figure out for love nor money, is the monkey lady whose name escapes me right now Jane Goodall that’s her name Jane Goodall. What is her what’s what’s her part in this game here? A respected woman of her age. Who has spent decades of her life doing groundbreaking research and is so well respected , what is she got to hide that she’s got to be part of this nonsense. I don’t know but as London scoop says I so often harken to, that up is down down is up inside as outside outside and inside. I just find it very very sad! Only in her case only in her case! I want you to know that wasn’t a spelling error on my part that’s what I call her Ellen degenerate because she is a degenerate and how she treats people and lies!

K&W&LCG will sunny fly to island???……………”

As I predicted/ well educated guessed, 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣, several riddles ago, oh I’m a psychic with a 🔮 oooooooo and it’s purple too Wowza!! The Cambridge family, aka K, Catherine, W, William, L, Louis, C, Charlotte, G, George, will take an island holiday. Oh what a clever detective I am eh 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂?I am guessing it will be to the place in the Caribbean that Pippa’s in-laws own. With Vogue Williams, the wife of Pippa’s husband due to deliver their baby girl soon, like any day or minute now, they won’t be going. They usually all go together. The Cambridges, her parents, Pippa and James Matthew, his parent, and James Middleton and his finacé , whose name escapes me! I know she is from France!

“I’ll drive Sydney!! “ ……… “ I’ll walk sir” …………… “ bloody get in”😱😱😱

HMTQ and Himself are off to Balmoral for their summer vacay!. As we all know after that MVA, motor vehicle accident that Prince Philip had last year, he was told that he could no longer drive by the HMTQ. That would be the only person he would he would listen to. Sounds like the rules are changing up in Scotland though oh he’s insisting on driving. And despite Sydney’s best efforts that’s a no no questions asked he’s driving. And Sydney is insisting not but himself is firm and that he was driving. And Sydney cheeky adorable Sydney says he’ll walk sir it and then you have himself chickie reply get in the vehicle! Oh my love just absolutely love these scenes!! I can picture them so vividly in my head! Then having this I would imagine rather loud conversation outside a Range Rover, aka Lone Ranger! The three horrified faces are probably people watching, watching and listening to what’s being said!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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71. July 25

MM ANON … … “ SHOWGIRL”…………… “that girl” ………… “ I don’t trust her “……………… quarantine …… “we never consulted the authors”😂😂😂……………”it’s a gym Jim, but not as they row it”………… “coming for a swim”…………… knock em for SIX……………Four!!!…………… “jump Frankie”…………” it’s only to the Glen Sydney “ …………… “ it’s three miles sir” ……… “ get the bloody hamper” ……… “I’ll drive back sir” ………… “ not a bloody chance Sydney” ……… “ then I refuse sir” ……… “get your bloody arse in the LR” … “reluctantly sir “😱😱

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💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊😊Thank you MM Anon😊😊😊😊💜💜💜💜🌈🌈🌈🌈

July 25/2020 FIVE MONTHS UNTIL CHRISTMAS 🎄. Riddle #71

Some help from the DM today again.

“ SHOWGIRL”…………… “

ALLEGEDLY, When Madam began “dating” Prince Harry she was snubbed by her future sister-in-law and contemptuously referred to as “Harry’s showgirl” by a senior royal, according to bombshell revelations in a new book.In “the book” “journalists “Carolyn Durand and Omid Scobie paint a sympathetic picture of Madam who was shunned by palace staff and Harry’s older brother William, who once advised Harry to take his time “to get to know this girl.” I used the word book and journalists in quotes because they are not real journalists and it is an insult to all great books to call this trash a book!“In those last two words, ‘this girl,’ Harry heard the tone of snobbishness that was diametrically opposite to his approach to the world, MY WORDS😁😁😁. “During his 10-year career in the military, outside the royal bubble, he had learnt not to make snap judgments about people based on their accent, education, ethnicity, class or profession.”

“that girl” …………

This was a tv show when l was a kid with Marlo Thomas. Anyone recall that? ‘P****d off’ Prince Harry branded William a snob after his brother accused him of being ‘blinded by lust’ over 'this girl’ Madam sensational Finding Freedom biography claims. This or that, feels like something right outside of Sesame Street! This and that are demonstratives grammatically speaking! Now I shall do my best Elmo voice how is that or this , this and that are demonstrative in English language grammatically speaking. Do you English grammatical language? Don’t I sound just like Elmo? Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂. Since their whole “relationship was a booty call“ William is exactly right.ALLEGEDLY Prince Harry thought William was a ‘snob’ after he was warned to take things slow with ‘this girl’aka SEAHAG🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. ALLEGEDLY the Duke of Cambridge told Harry not to ‘rush this’ and ‘take as much time as you need to get to know’ this SEAHAG! Madam was described by palace insiders as 'Harry’s showgirl’ who came 'with a lot of baggage’! Well that’s putting it mildly she has more baggage than the whole Louis Vuitton company put together!😆😆😆😆🤣🤣😂

“ I don’t trust her “………………

I’m going to stick with Madam here. After their first teatime or meeting with William and Catherine, allegedly William found Madam taking pictures of the children and private parts of their home and he was furious. She was allegedly planning to sell them for a quarter of $1 million but I bet you she could have gotten more. If she had sold photos of the children they would have been worth millions! They would have been embargoed in the UK but they would still be selling today around the world.No actually they would not be selling today because they would have sued her and probably brought charges. That is nothing to mess about with, he is the son to heir to the throne and those children are also in line of succession and to violate that, in the sanctuary of their home, is no small crime in the UK. So based on, first of all they knew everything about her before that, so I mean they did not trust her anyways. The way she trapped in at Harry there is just nothing about this woman to trust. I do not need to explain it you, you all know it. I do not trust her, she messes in dark evils!

If this is about AH or GM, same rules apply, no trust!

quarantine

Don’t you just love rules and rules that you don’t know exist and then you have to obey them as if you knew that they existed the whole time? It’s so special so very special I am being very facetious😁😁😁😁! Fury of the Brits caught out abroad! First holidaymakers return home from Spain and straight into quarantine, after ‘ridiculous’ snap ruling not even the airlines knew about came into force, leaving thousands unable to go to work. Vacationers returning will have to quarantine after landing back for two weeks. This raises problems for those who owns their own businesses or can’t be off work.Others worry their employers won’t allow them to isolate for two weeks. With so many people looking for work this could be absolutely disastrous. People returning from a well deserved holiday to find that they don’t have a job just devastating.

…… “we never consulted the authors”😂😂😂……………”

A spokesperson for Harry and Madam told Us Weekly on Saturday that the couple “were not interviewed and did not contribute to Finding Freedom. This book is based on the authors’ own experiences as members of the royal press corps and their own independent reporting.” If you believe for one fleeting second, you can insert another F word if you like I put that in there for you MM Anon, and I thought you might get a laugh out of that 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, that Madam had no input into this book I have a bridge in the middle of the Sahara desert that I want to sell you! To call themselves a journalist to call themselves a book come out and say this is only on their own recollection is a laughable! There is no way on this planet that Scooby Doo has been in her inner circle, closest to her for all this time and she put gave no input to what he was writing about her? If it is laughable, it’s laughable and it’s just, there’s no way that it’s true! I just simply don’t believe it! It is another one of her lies compounded on lies compounded on more lies compounded on a book full of lies compounded on a relationship full of lies, a child that was lied about, a pregnancy that was a lie, the engagement that was a lie, her whole life has been a lie. She doesn’t know the truth she has no idea what truth and authenticity is!

“it’s a gym Jim, but not as they row it”………… “

MM Anon, once again using the tried and true Star Trek metaphor, as shall heretofor be referred to as. 😁😁😁😁How is that for legal mumbo jumbo LEGAL ANON😁😁😁?? Gyms and swimming pools in England reopened today!!But this does not mean that all gyms have opened. No more dash in and out on your lunch break or a quickie after work, no, no, no. This must be planned like a keen covert ops!!!😁😁😁😁. Most gyms will request earlier arrival times and pre-booking. “We ask that new members arrive 15 minutes before the class start time, and regular customers arrive a couple of minutes before. They ideally want to allow class participants to fully exit the studio before the next class begins. Likely so they can sterilize the life out of the place after all that sweat! You’ll need to arrive in your gym clothes! As is the case with many clothing shops, some gyms are keeping their changing facilities closed to reduce the amount of time people spend in the facility. Lockers are likely to also be out of bounds to allow for distancing. El stinks for sure! DEFINITELY NO LUNCHTIME WORKOUTS PHEW🤢🤢🤢🥴🥴🥴! Kids I’m not making light of this at all I’m just trying to use a little humour into this ongoing situation that we’re all in.SAY WHAT😲😲😮😮😮😮😮🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 No more showering. Some gyms will also close their showers, while others will reduce the number that are open to allow for social distancing. Where possible, customers will instead be encouraged to wash at home after a workout session. PHEW!!Prepare to have your temperature checked. Many gyms may require clients to have their temperature taken at the door. You will also be asked to declare that they are feeling well before being allowed to enter the facility. Gyms are trialling a discreet thermo-scanner, which reads your temperature the minute you walk in the door. Gym equipment will be spread out. Once gyms reopen the number of machines that are available to use is likely to be reduced. They will be implementing one metre distancing between mats and planning the flow of the centres to ensure social distancing can be kept all at distance. Equipment will be spread out and user numbers will be monitored and limited to ensure safe distances are maintained.

GOOD GOLLY MISS MOLLY, PEOPLE ARE GOING TO CONTINUE WORKING OUT AT HOME RATHER THAN GO THROUGH THIS HASSLE IR SIMPKY NOT WORK OUT AT ALL!! PLUS YOU GET THE DELIGHT OF PAYING FIR THIS WONDERFGYM SERVICE.😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣

“coming for a swim”……………

See above, in the U.K. public pools reopened today. All social distancing applies. They have come up with the miraculous way to stop osmosis from happening!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂If you don’t know what I don’t know if that means I don’t know how I could begin to explain that joke and if you do want to know what osmosis means you’re probably belly laughing right now. Basically what it means as you know things travel through water if you’re in the water and you got some dead skin or a scam or something loose on your skin is kind of just float away along with every germ you’re carrying it’s going to flood the way to the next person. Mind you if they’re using chlorinated pools that’ll kill anything! The big thing now are these UV you VO what is that UV whatever other lady letter that I used to kill The germs in pools instead of using chemicals.

knock em for SIX……………

This is a Cricket term, also has become slang usage. It means to be completely devastated. It is the highest scoring action in the where the ball exits the circle without leaving the ground in Cricket. Slang usage ie I was knocked for six after l lost my job.

Cricket has resumed in the U.K. Now fans are allowed!! They, 1000!! are returning to the Oval for the Surrey vs Merseyside two day friendly! Wonderful for both the teams and the fans some sense of normalcy!

Four!!!…………… “

Fore is the golf term that means somebody shot a ball and watch your head basically. Four with three!!!‘s we had this before when you were teasing us of the baby Cambridge number four! I don’t know if I’m gonna fall for it this time as much as I want to! Three !!!, three children, four is number four on the way..? I so badly want to believe that!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Reality bites and intervenes though. Premier Daniel Andrews issues desperate coronavirus plea to young people in Melbourne, revealing Victoria is ALREADY in stage four lockdown!! Premier Daniel Andrews says Melbourne is 'effectively’ in stage four lockdown.Victoria recorded another 459 cases on Sunday, along with 10 more deaths.Masks became mandatory across the city and Mitchell Shire on Thursday.The Premier issued harrowing plea to young Melburnians to take pandemic seriously. PLEASE HARKEN YOUNG ONES, YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE AND CAN SPREAD THE VIRUS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻!

“jump Frankie”…………”

As per usual and MM Anon, you leave me one clue that makes me go Squirrley and I’m just going Squirrley Squirrley Squirrley! All I can find is something about a kid from a show called, The Middle, which I’ve never heard of and he’s jumping in and I don’t know what it doesn’t make sense. I highly doubt that you’re referring to some obscure American television show. I can’t find any high jumping athletes I cannae find nae the UK diver. I’m lost here. I am again thinking and searching and it’s probably obvious to those of you in the UK but I have no idea what this is.

Frankie is a male dog character who first appeared in JumpStart 1st Grade in 1995. He originally appeared mainly in products for first graders. Nowadays, he is the mascot of JumpStart and stars in games for a wide variety of ages.In JumpStart Around the World ,Frankie began wearing an outfit consisting of a blue collar red sweater with yellow trim, a V-neck, and the yellow letters “JS” on it. He continued to wear a similar outfit in other games released prior to and during the JumpStart Advanced series debut, though oftentimes the 'JS’ on his sweater was dropped. In the JumpStart Advanced series JumpStart All Starsfeature and title screens, Frankie wears a red shirt with blue stripes and yellow stars on it. Is this it? Are the Cambridge children using this to learn?? I have no doubt that I’m wrong but at least I found two interesting to interesting things to talk about anyways.

OK I was going to give it another 15 minutes before I gave up because I don’t get up and VoilaI found something about a chat named Frankie Detorri. He Is a horse jockey and has a signature move that he makes when he wins he jumps off the horse. We are you heard me right he jumped off the horse!Frankie’s flying on super Saturday! Dettori retains title as Royal Ascot’s top jockey with stunning 150-1 treble, including two Group Ones.

Dettori won the Queen Mary Stakes and then the Coronation Stakes. Ha persistence pays off oh I’m so happy! The treble was completed with Palace Pier in the St James’s Palace Stakes.The jockey moved onto 73 Royal Ascot winners - the same mark as Pat Eddery.

“it’s only to the Glen Sydney “ …………… “ it’s three miles sir” ……… “ get the bloody hamper” ……… “I’ll drive back sir” ………… “ not a bloody chance Sydney” ……… “ then I refuse sir” ……… “get your bloody arse in the LR” … “reluctantly sir “😱😱

I hear you have the humourous continuation of yesterday the disagreement between prince Philip and his dear man Sydney. Himself is trying to say it’s only a short drive but Sydney is saying it’s 3 miles Sir! Sounds like they’re going fishing or on a picnic and he’s telling him to get the hamper and Sydney wants as well I’ll drive back. And quite Himself saying no way and then he is Sydney is saying no way and himself is saying get your butt in the range rover or the lone ranger as he calling it end of dutiful Sydney says reluctantly with horror on his face I could just see and hear hear this ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha conversation!

GSTQAOBC

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72. July 27

MM ANON ………… BARC-ALONE-A……… no Transport home………on ya bike …………… obesities ………… floating for Vlad…………… Kim-jong-corona ………… Hurriicant ………… Moderna………Daisy down……… dog collar reunion …………………”more than kin and less than kind” ………… “ a three-pounder Sydney,the Gillie can smoke it” ………” Sydney, Sydney ……… SYDNEY???”

July 26/2020. Riddle #72.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈😊😊😊😊😊😊Thank you so much MM Anon, l am praying no clues will drive me Squirrley today!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈 I must add, I thank you so much for all, the other month I said I want more Royal news in the riddle blah blah blah, but I truly am grateful that you’re including all this world news because I have, for my own mental health I have stopped basically stopped watching the news because it was really affecting me in a bad way. And a lot of the things here I didn’t know so I didn’t know about the hurricane I didn’t know about Russia I didn’t know but all these things so thank you so much for including them because even though I know these things take so much time to research and get the right information and put it in there the right way it’s just it’s just great thank you just my opinion !PG💜💜💜💜😁😁😁😁😁😁💜💜💜💜

BARC-ALONE-A………

All uppercase has a reason and it’s obvious spell obviously Barcelona who is alone in Barcelona?Going to leave that one for now. This makes me think of Manuel from FawltyTowers, or Flawty Woerts or Lawfty Swoert, if you watch the show, you get the joke ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha . I think this is referring to the coronavirus and the fact that millions potentially of UK citizens will be trapped alone in Spain and in Barcelona which is in Spain. More than 600,000 British holidaymakers in Spain are already grappling.The government suddenly pulled its air bridge with Spain with almost immediate effect this week following a spike of coronavirus cases in the country.The move, which came into effect from midnight yesterday, means anyone returning to Britain from Spain faces an automatic fortnight-long quarantine at home.The rules apply to all regions of Spain, including the Canary and Balearic islands - though politicians in the latter say they are attempting to thrash out a regional air bridge.

‘Fortunately I’m feeling OK’: Barcelona football legend Xavi announces he has tested positive for coronavirus with Spaniard set to miss Al Sadd’s game TODAY while he is self-isolating. Long-serving Barcelona icon Xavi revealed he tested positive for coronavirus.

Barcelona goes into ‘voluntary lockdown’: City’s 1.6m residents are urged to stay home and avoid groups of more than ten after spike in coronavirus cases.Regional government stopped short of imposing a mandatory lockdown.Authorities said requested measures were to avoid a mandatory lockdown.Barcelona residents told to shop online and only leave home when it’s essential. Please let us remember Ladykinrannoch’s son and his partner live in Barcelona and they have a business there let’s remember to pray for them.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

no Transport home………

Well it sounds like Ryan air is having lots of trouble and layoffs so that could impact many people.Europe It’s starting to cut off Spain in terms of travel because of the coronavirus has risen again and they are terrified of a second wave. Francis actively discourage not Francis Francis Francis the country France thank you, is actively discouraging its citizens not to travel to Catalonia or to Spain which is I guess I think due to this and Norway is also oh my gosh Norway is reimposing quarantine! Oh my stars! And British tourists are warned they’re Being given a warning that airbridges could be close without notice! So I have a feeling that people are going to be trapped where they are, some people ,not all people and it’ll be like the other ruling there yesterday that Dominic Rasb made that people have to go in quarantine as soon as they return to the UK and nobody knew that because it happened like a snap. We are far from done with this coronavirus kids and the sooner we accept that the better let’s all go out and buy some fancy masks. I bought myself a ordered online a number of them and I don’t wanna plug any company but I don’t know if you gals gals,how old am I, only getting us ladies haveThe lug purses they’re terribly popular with young mums I know my niece has about 15 of them are more anyways they’re they’re highly utilitarian but cute and they are water repellent and fluid repellent and they have now started making masks and they have an endless selection to choose from and they come in sets of three so I ordered my set the three for $30 and the I ordered the set I ordered because that was the only one that had a purple purple coloured mask with that I think a dragon fly……I AM MOTHER OF DRAGONS😁😁😁 RIGHT SANDIEDOG??😁😁😁on there anyways They haven’t come yet but they’re on their way to me but if you go to lug life dot ca life I’ll have to hand type that in anyways if you don’t know lug it it’s OK l don’t know if it’s allowed on Tumblr to do a website like that so will find out I guess if it gets posted but anyways just a thought I thought about how I need to have a water repellant mask because if it’s water repellant that maybe it’s fluid repellent so if someone spits at you like accidentally like with her but when they’re talking to you anyways I just thought they would be more protective plus they are awfully cute so I have ordered myself a collection of very pretty masks my sister’s got me a purple one and I ordered one from our local shopping centre or what am I talking about, the shopping channel, oh my stars my brain is wonky and you guys all get to come along with me ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha I love how this thing when I’m laughing listening type ha ha Ha ha ha I don’t I love you even more and I can’t stop myself oh no I don’t love you even more I love you more I said I love you even more I said l laugh LAUGH even more oh my goodness you guys are going to have a ball reading this.!.

on ya bike …………… obesities …………

I’m going to combine these two there’s a huge backlash and there’s been a couple articles that I read that mayor city con of London , Mayor Sadiq Khan of London, oh that won’t type so let’s I’ll have to do that my hand all the software is racist oh it’s racist it won’t type the name ha ha ha ha . The taxi drivers are especially ticked off about this. He is taking one lane of the already busy lanes of traffic in London and oh I don’t know how many miles I think 10 or 15 miles have already been done and I think there’s another equal amount being planned and they’ve been designated as bicycle lanes because he has this grand idea that people will cycle to work or cycle to downtown London and that way they can avoid using public transportation and less than their risk of coronavirus and basically that will drive the taxi drivers out of business and lessen the ability for disabled people to take the taxi because there are less places where they can pick up and drop off people because they cannot drive in those designated lanes. It’s really upset a lot of people. And in that with the obesity is that the stats are saying people with obesity and have a higher risk of dying from coal coronavirus. And the the p.m. forests and not evening Boris the Prime Minister Boris Johnson although he is in the evening as well I mean let’s face it that he lives both in the day and the night time as opposed to me, who seem to be sleeping during the day and a vampire oh. Anyhow he when he first started dating this Carrie Symonds, I think that’s howhow you spell her last name, she literally made him start eating well and exercise and he dropped a bunch of weight. And he said he’s dropped another was it 15 pounds or something since recovering from corona. So there’s been a lot of lots of talk about that as being a high risk factor in how the outcome is if you get coronavirus. And that simply because people who some people with obesity and have coexisting medical condition such as the hypertension and diabetes and that sort of thing, not everybody though some people are perfectly medically healthy and obese. Going to be really interesting I don’t know why I said that twiceGoing to be really interesting to see what happens with the gyms. With all the l mentioned at length last night or last night oh my goodness in the last riddle all the restrictions placed on the gym yet you have to come there ready to go early actually if you want, you can go back and read read yesterday’s riddle for all the details or Google it or whatever it’s all it’s gonna be really interesting because people have gotten used now either to a stopping working out which is a bad thing or working out at home and there’s so many great options now that you can use plus you don’t have to pay your gym fee so anyways it’s gonna be interesting to see what happens to yet another business as a result of coronavirus another change in our world. I realize that may be the longest run-on sentence in the in the world ever but it’s a longer sentence in those three travellers got for murdering that Police constable👮‍♀️ and I’m not joking! I know that’s not part of the clue but I’m just absolutely absolutely disgusted absolutely disgusted about that ruling by that judge I hope they appeal I hope the whoever has the power to appeal that decision because that is just disgusting what happened there!

floating for Vlad……………

Vladimir Putin has signed an order officially changing Russia’s constitution to allow him to stay in power until 2036!! Well isn’t that special that he’s able to do that wow in that supposedly a free country where they hold elections all the time isn’t that amazing can you hear the sarcasm?He signed the executive order Friday officially altering Russia’s constitution. His, oops l mean the new rules allow him to run for two more six-year terms, staying in power until 2036.I love that , you left in there that there’s two more elections , wow so he can run in an election two more times. Oh that’s great that he allowed the people the freedom of choice two more times! Vote for me or like the doctors who first started talking about coronavirus, you’ll accidentally fall from a window! Do you kids remember that? When the corona versus coronavirus not corona verse although it has become a universe of corona, that when the coronavirus first started appearing in Russia and doctors were sounding the alarm, I believe it was three doctors high ranking doctors that “fell” out of a high window and died. The changes are now in effect. This comes after Putin claimed victory in the vote which was widely thought to be rigged. I want to know many people died during that “ free election“. Yeah you’re not you’re not voting for him, you’re floating for him, if you speak your peace you sleep with the fishes like in the Godfather! Remember those two that were poisoned in what part of England was that. Can’t remember and then the 2people who found the perfume bottle that held the poison, oh I can’t even think about it it’s so terrible. How many Russians have sought asylum in the UK and ended up dying under mysterious circumstances. if you Google Russians found dead after the most recent election probably after every election there’s just all rules and oodles of articles and not just Russians in Russia Russians and New York Russians around the world anyways if you’re interested there’s lots of information there if you want to read it.

Kim-jong-corona …………

Well North Korea , KJU, and I guess The rumours of his death are premature, because there’s a new photo of him. And apparently they have their very first case of coronavirus and he’s declared a national emergency. I wonder how coronavirus got into North Korea might be there close relationship with China? I’m being sarcastic can you tell if my tone of voice? Someone suggested I do a podcast I think it would be hilarious if I only knew how to do that I would love to do a riddle on a podcast you could hear me doing this and you could hear my tone of voice and the sarcasm that is sometimes evidence often evidence! Not evidence evidence of a dent with a T. When the software gets mad at me it just shuts off when it won’t type the word that I’m saying it just stopped working it makes a ding and it stuck it’s like it has a temper tantrum , oh anyways you know I meant evidence and not evidence on it still think evidence with that stick with evidence let’s stick with that anyways. Do you think do you honestly believe in your heart of hearts with a close relationship that that Pyongyang has with China that this is their first case of coronavirus when the entire world has been in Fuego with this disease???? Raise your hand if you believe this isThe first case in North Korea raise your hand I’ll wait and then I’ll count your hands OK carry-on carry-on and counting and counting I don’t see any hands interesting. There’s no way that this is the first case of coronavirus in that country they are in bed with China like like let’s say Madam and any man on the planet that will have her that will pay her or rather that will pay her enough a ha ha ha ! So things must be pretty bad there for him to actually Go public about it! Not call public go public there we go! No wonder what’s going on there I want to how many people have died, have any people have been experimented on by the crazy government treatments experimental treatments etc. oh you need somebody to pray for pray for the poor people of North Korea those are brainwashed and those who are in work camps including probably some Canadians and some Americans for sure probably from other countries as well in the Commonwealth.

Hurriicant …………

This clue has two letters i’s and ends in t not e. Therefore means something more than just a hurricane. Hurry I can’t. That mean people weren’t able to evacuate in time. You know I used to say I wish we just had riddles again about the royal family. But you know MM Anon, I love that you were giving us all this world news because it’s so important and even though it takes a blank of a long time for me to research all this information, I’m well into two hours on the riddle now and I have a five clues to go, but I think it’s so important and I thank you for doing that. Hurricane Hanna roared ashore onto the Texas Gulf Coast on Saturday, bringing winds that lashed the shoreline with rain and storm surge, and even threatening to bring possible tornadoes to a part of the country trying to cope with a spike in coronavirus cases.The first hurricane of the 2020 Atlantic hurricane season made landfall at around 5 p.m. local time about 24 kilometres north of Port Mansfield, which is about 209 kilometres south of Corpus Christi and about 113 kilometres north of Brownsville. As of Saturday evening, it had maximum sustained winds of 145 km/h.

Many parts of Texas, including the area where Hanna came ashore, have been dealing with a surge in coronavirus cases in recent weeks, but local officials said they were prepared for whatever the storm might bring.(CBC) Southern Texas area struck hardest by coronavirus hit by Hurricane Hanna.

Texas officials grappling with the coronavirus are now working a second front after Hurricane Hanna made landfall on the southeastern part of the state Saturday evening and now threatens parts of the state with flooding.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Moderna………

Medina is a huge pharmaceutical corporation.Time is of the essence to provide a vaccine against this pandemic virus.

Moderna is proud to be among the many groups working to respond to this continuing global health emergency. They have outlined key milestones in their work to advance mRNA-1273, their vaccine candidate against the novel coronavirus, Covid-19. (Reuters) - Moderna Inc said on Sunday it has received an additional $472 million from the U.S. government’s Biomedical Advanced Research and Development Authority (BARDA) to support development of its novel coronavirus vaccine. Let’s pray🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 an effective vaccine comes sooner rather than later!

Daisy down………

Daisy Lowe, I’ve got Daisy down and Daisy done she got done by the law.She doesn’t waste any time! Daisy Lowe moves on with love interest number THREE in four months of lockdown as she is seen smooching a mystery man in a park PDA-fest.The model, 31, was pictured passionately kissing the handsome man just a month after she was linked to musician Christian Langdon. Daisy stepped out with Christian in June despite being under government-ordered lockdown for 10 weeks.A spokesperson for Daisy told MailOnline she and Christian were just friends, despite their cosy display during lockdown.The model dated singer Jack Peñate for six months, until March, but said she 'could not see a future with him.

Daisy Lowe risks being BANNED from driving and a £1,000 fine as she is caught texting behind the wheel while driving past the British Transport Police station.The model, 31, was seen looking down at her phone as she waited at traffic lights outside the British Transport Police station. It is illegal to hold a phone while driving and the law still applies if someone is stopped at traffic lights or waiting in traffic .Daisy, who is the daughter of singer Gavin Rossdale, (OF THE 90’s SUPERBAND , BUSH, I LOVED THEM!!! ALSO WAS MARRIED TO GWEN STEFANI NOW WITH BLAKE SHELTON, JUST TO HELP YOU KIDS OUT KNOWING WHO THIS IS).let both hands go of the wheel while she was stopped and checked her phone.According to gov.uk, people can get six penalty points as well as a £200 fine if they use a hand held phone while driving .Those who commit the offense can also be taken to court where they could potentially be banned from driving or face a £1,000 fine. Yes I’m sure £1000 fine will bankrupt her indeed not!(DM and me😁)

dog collar reunion …………………”

With the exception of I think two or three clues I’ve had to research my butt off to find this information. And you always leave me with one clue that makes me Squirrley! Now I know a dog colour is a slang name Ashley’s dog tags that are a slang name for what the military people wear around their neck their identification. So I’ve been googling every sort of reunion of every dog in soldier I can’t find anything this is a dog collar so dog collar I mean a collar is a slang term for an arrest. What to the dog do you do reunite oh I’m stuck here I truly am stuck here. but I never give up and I’m pretty sure I have found what this clue is about.

Pet dog named, Appy that went missing a YEAR ago is miraculously found 150km from home and reunited with his owners this week!☺️☺️☺️😊😊The Border collie named Appy is reunited with family 12 months after going missing.Appy disappeared from Adelaide in 2019 before turning up again this week.The beloved dog was found by a council officer 150km north of his home.How the dog managed to make the 150km trip or how he survived for the past year remain a mystery. How is that for a feel-good story with amongst all the world news! Thank you for including that even if it’s the wrong answer I’m just happy I found that story I love border collies friend of mine used to have one but he probably still does and his name is Guinness and I love that dog oh I love that dog oh so nice.

“more than kin and less than kind” …………

Oh at last we return to the Bard! This is from Hamlet. “A little more than kin, and less than kind”. Prince Hamlet’s father was murdered by his brother and he married Hamlet’s mother, your usual Shakespearean tragedy. This is Hamlet’s assessment of his relationship to the new king of Denmark, his uncle Claudius. Hamlet thoughts of Claudius are he is more than “kin” (more than a “cousin” because now a stepfather), but definitely less than “kind.” With all that’s been going on in the media with this new this ‘ book’ trash that’s being portrayed yesterday’s daily mail the entire website was full of articles. I’m not sure what your meaning by this, Harry is kin but he’s not being kind? I fully believe in Harry 100% that he’s been entrapped in this and he’s been working on behalf of her Majesty to extricate them from this horrendous situation. The obvious meaning to me, because I 100% believe in Prince Harry is that even though he is married to Madam, the word kind, one of her is he kind is he kind is he kind is he kind I’m saying that in the most childish sarcastic voice you could imagine. Even though they’re married publicly anyways, I don’t know if the divorce or an annulment has come through ,we don’t know that. As far as the public since you’re in the married and she is anything but kind and never has been , this whole book and everything she’s doing the entire time is belittling him and of course he’s having to go along with it in the public because the royal family is playing the long game. They are dealing with much more than just Madam, they’re dealing with The backers. As we know this is not a small plot to take down the monarchy this is the world issue. And as London scoop said it will involve a major case overturned in the United States and it will affect or involve the entire world, but mostly the UK the United States and Australia. Well you put that together, who lives in Australia that is playing this game? I’ll give you three hints VRG! What case legal case in the United States has been overturned? I’ll give you two hints JE! What legal case involving the UK is now underway in the United States? I’ll give you two hints GM!. It is vital now that we continue to pray for our Queen the entire family and especially Prince Harry.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

“ a three-pounder Sydney,the Gillie can smoke it” ………” Sydney, Sydney ……… SYDNEY???”

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha OK kids can you picture this oh me in my head right now picture himself standing in his waders up to his chest Fly fishing with Sydney standing by holding him up also wearing waders maybe not holding him up but being there last he fall in the middle of the river ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha ha ha.

If you know anything about flyfishing that is a place for flyfishing and you got to be in the middle of the river to do flyfishing and of course you don’t want to get wet so you got to wear your waders your rubber thing that you just step into they go all the way up to your chest and the straps over. hence the term so you can wade into the water. i’m not quite sure how old Sydney is but I can’t imagine he is the a young man of 25. I’m still laughing anyhow sounds like her himself vantage to bag a nice fish and Himself says the Gillies can smoke it. Well we all know the Gillies are the fisherman there , they give lessons or t help. Every year there’s a Gillies ball , which I doubt this year will happen , where the Gillies get up just up in their finest of their kilts and they have a ball at Balmoral. Some of the pictures from the past are just beautiful and they all get a dance with HMTQ. I’m not sure what’s happened to prior to poor Sydney but I have a feeling that he’s got lost in the water and being rushed down the river poor poor Sydney ha ha ha ha ha ha!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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73. July 27

MM ANON:…… arrivals !!…………… HMTQ, “ ego lava manus meas”……………” you bloody talk to them”……………Kate cry’s lies………… lying interview……… O ‘no!! …………… one man and his dog…………… a foggy moggy……… “ let’s go shooting Sydney “………… “ with guns sir” ……… “ lots of bloody guns” ……………” O dear”

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July 27/2020. Riddle #73

💜💜💜 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊😊🌈🌈🌈🌈Thank you MM Anon🌈🌈🌈🌈💜💜💜

I am using rainbows because for a very specific reason because I think we are very near the end of our dear Prince Harry being released from the abomination this hell he’s been through!

arrivals !!

Well let’s see now this could be at the airport because of the air bridge problem with the rise in coronavirus and possible UK tourist being stranded. Two!‘s. Arrivals arrivals makes me think of a new baby. I know Vogue Williams, Pippa’s sister-in-law is very very pregnant with her girl with a girl rather and I know Sophie Turner is pregnant and I do believe they both had their little baby so I’m just gonna do a little jig over to the daily mail and a check that out for you I will be back in uno moments! Vogue Williams has been pictured with her baby girl for the first time since she gave birth last week.The model and TV personality, 34, was seen running errands with her newborn in London on Monday, five days after welcoming her second child with husband Spencer Matthews, 31, into the world. The new mother-of-two looked glamorous in a short black dress and leather lace-up boots as she loaded her daughter’s pram into the back of a taxi. Baby number one check mark ✅.Sophie Turner gives birth! Game Of Thrones star welcomes a ‘girl named Willa’ with husband Joe Jonas as proud new parents reveal they’re ‘delighted’. Just in case you’re keeping score Joe Jonas is the brother to the chat that Priyanka Chopra married. Man this is a small world that these people travelling wowza! The actress, 24, and the musician, 30, welcomed their first child in secret last week at a hospital in Los Angeles.The couple are now proud parents to a baby girl who is believed to be named Willa.News that the couple were expecting their first child together broke in February, nine months after their Vegas wedding. Arrival number to check mark ✅ two!‘s Two babies!!

HMTQ, “ ego lava manus meas”

I wash my hands of this! Her Majesty has given the go ahead and I think we can expect any day now any moment now a big headline!!! Hallelujah this is exciting!! Like in the olden days when they used to have the ,oh what’s it called ,when the guys on the horses went with those long lances on either side what the heck is that sport called ,back in the olden times oh what’s it called? I got to Google,hang on, I’ll be back. OK I’m back it’s jousting. And how they used to do it was the king and the royals would be all ,or the queen ,but it was always a king will be sitting in the royal box of course having front centre stage. They would drop a hankerchief and that’s when the two riders would start riding towards each other and trying kill each other with those big poles or whatever they call them lances. I’m not even sure what they were called. I wasn’t alive during the mediaeval times.OK kids I’m old and I’m gonna be 54 in a few days, but I was not alive during the mediaeval times, even though you might think so because I do have a lot of knowledge but I am that that’s not because I lived lived back thenHa ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. Oh kids I love this thing to type ha ha Ha ha ha LOL and then I laughed even harder and I have to just stop I have to shut it off oh this is so funny oh man so too funny.Back to the serious I do believe her Majesty the Queen has officially dropped the handkerchief Lord Geidt has been given permission to release the hounds. She has done everything she can and she’s done with things. Now off on vacation and let the you know what hit the fan, which is actually really is with this book, but she will play her hand and she has washed her hands! Per the Latin clue! she’s usually good ,good handwashing skills during the coronavirus definitely end in Latin thank you for that MM Anon,they should write that in Latin too and in addition to English wash your hands social distanceHa ha ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. Oh kids forgive me I’m just like I am having way too much fun doing these riddles in the audio format because I feel like I’m talking to each and everyone of you personally and I know that you’re fixated on my words and my facial expression, on the tone of my voice and as you read it you’re trying to imagine all of that. I’m doing my best trying my best to to make this the best experience for you all while solving these clues that again was a very long sentence but that’s OK that’s what I’m known for. I hope Madamgets a long sentence all in favour is your hand oh wow everybody’s hand just went up before almost before I finish my sentence good job kids!

“you bloody talk to them”……………

Well this is got to be Himself. I wonder if this is not meaning that Prince Harry should talk to the media. that he should announce separation or something like that. Seems to me that there would be a statement released if they were separated rather than him going public with the media. I’m thinking hard. The other way I’m going to go with, now this is something that some people will not like, this so this is not personal against anybody.OK I want to make that clear with what I’m about to say! I think this might be Prince Philip taking a hard talk with Prince Andrew and basically ordering him to talk to the FBI and law-enforcement regarding what he knows and what he doesn’t know. To be questioned and provide answers accordingly. I’m pretty sure that’s what this is. Again this is nothing personal please I love the Yorks I love the girls please please no one take this personally!

Kate cry’s lies…………

There was an article in the daily mail today from insiders and courtiers That actively denied that Madam made Catherine cried you’re in the way the fittings for the dresses for the wedding. If truth be told there was all that arrangement was done within two weeks the men’s suits the boys is rather the dresses for the girls they were all a rush job within two weeks.. There’s nothing that could make Catherine cry involving Madam just another one of her lies that she’s put out into the PR world. When she just love to have that much power over her wouldn’t she just love it oh man that would just fit her narcissistic ego publicly telling people she made Catherine cry how pathetic!

lying interview………

Surely this is not referring to the engagement interview that was years ago. Ever since everything Madam has said has been a lie. might this be Scooby Doo and who are you whatever that lady’s name is Durand I am stating they had corroborated at least every fact in the book with at least two sources and lying about that. Unusual this though usually when a book comes out the authors go on tour but so far I’ve not heard of anything happening like that. Just one side of the story? Royal expert says it’s clear Finding Freedom authors have spoken to people 'close’ to Harry and Madam as couple deny involvement in book that airs their grievances - and 'backs up what’s already been said’. Don’t believe that for a minute Harry had nothing to do with this book other than his reputation being dragged through the mud and his name being used in vain! The Duke and Duchess of Sussex last night stressed they did not contribute to the forthcoming biography. Oh I hate that they use that title they the duke of Sussex stressed nothing it is that sea hags PRPR did that stressing nothing to do with him nothing to do with him at all!Author Omid Scobie confirmed neither he nor co-writer Carolyn Durand have spoken to the royal pair. But he boasted of access to their inner circle to offer readers a unique insight into the Megxit saga. Maybe he can swing those inner circle access into being incarcerated, he could be cell buddies😄😁😁😁😁Royal historian Kate Williams said their closest confidantes ‘clearly’ spoke to “writers” of this “ book”! Well since Madam’s favourite people are her herself and when you say me myself and I except I’m pretending to be her. Those are her favourite people so those might be the sources. I could see that I could totally see 🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄that that being three separate sources yes and then there could be the duchess, the actress, the theatre 🎭 patron,the video star, the whatever that’s many many different people to interview. Wow that’s amazing that I can see that now, 😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 no she had nothing to do with it look at this now let me count this up. By my math that’s six sources so I can totally totally understand! 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄Can you guys hear this sickening crying sarcasm in my voice as I said that I wish you could because I said that as sarcastically as I’ve ever said anything in my life!!🙄🙄🙄😝😝😝😁😁😁

O ‘no!! ……………

Oh my heart bleeds for her not!! I never ever ever liked her haughtyI know everything and I’m going to tell you how to live your life approach to it whether it was her show, tv channel or her stinking magazine! OW’s, AKA ALLEGED BACKER, monthly magazine founded 20 years ago will cease printing after its December 2020 issue, according to reports. Oh doesn’t your heart just bleed for the billionaire?? Mine sure doesn’t! Although I do feel for all the people losing their jobs that I do feel for. The staff of O: The Oprah Magazine, which was created by Winfrey and Hearst Communications, was informed of the decision on Friday.The report came the day after the president of Hearst Magazines, which publishes the magazine, resigned after being accused of sexual harassment. Why does everything have to come down to perverse sexual behaviour? Everything, it’s just it just has seeped into every nook and cranny and that’s the way evil is, it will find its way in through the smallest weakest spaces.Which is precisely why we must be ever ever on guard, always on guard lest evil enter.

one man and his dog……………

So it was in the beginning, so it has been throughout, and so it continues now, Harry has been at Nottingham Cottage with his dog whose name none of us know because he doesn’t want Madam to know! Madam has been dealt with, she is done, she did her own self in with this book,she is gone and things are official! Harry is back in the fold, with his dog, where he belongs, back where we wanted him and soon it will be public very very soon. I’m not giving a day or time but l am saying imminently! Trust me on this if you’ve ever trusted me before I’ve done probably now this is 73 probably close to 300 riddles and the way I’m reading these clues I’m pretty sure I’m right!

a foggy moggy………

Now I know a moggy is a cat. Foggy can mean foggy as in weather or foggy in a persons thinking. there’s an article in the daily mail I’m good I just put it here. But I don’t know if that’s right because the other clues are so serious and I don’t I mean cats aren’t great, they’re awesome they’re really awesome but I don’t know if this is right. 😁DM.No fat cats here! This Moggy loves to lie on his owner’s vibrating fitness plate - with hilarious results. Cyacya the cat was filmed by his owner rocking up and down on the machine. The owner Asami Niwa said the cat had learned to turn it on himself in Tokyo, Japan.Footage shows the cat rolling around on the machine for a full-body massage.DM😁 But this makes no sense with all these other clues that are so serious this makes no sense that there would be a clue in here just about a cat using an exercise machine. It’s got to be something else on my mind is just thinking thinking thinking and as I always say there’s always always a clue or two that drive me Squirrley and a couple have already been this riddle entire riddle has about four or five of them and I’ve managed to crack two of them and I am not going to stop until I get there with what I think is the proper answer. I have it now I have it now and if you kids go to the daily mail you got to see this video this is unbelievable.

DM😁Feline scared? Spooky moment security camera shows moggy being followed by a 'phantom cat’.Juliette Bird, 53, and Deanna Crawte, 28, saw the 'ghost’ of a cat on their CCTV. Neighbour’s cat Topsy appeared to have a spectral feline following close behind.Their neighbour then told them that her other cat Liquorice had died recently. Seriously on the video you see the cat walking and you can see like a ghostly foggy image of a cat behind right behind him on the CCTV footage it is freaky I’m gonna see if I can put the link in here if F what’s this called Tumblr will will let it go allow it anyways if not go to the daily mail because it is absolutely freaky and it is a foggy moggy.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8549355/Feline-scared-Spooky-moment-security-camera-shows-moggy-followed-phantom-cat.html?ns_mchannel=rss&ns_campaign=1490&ito=1490

“ let’s go shooting Sydney “………… “ with guns sir” ……… “ lots of bloody guns” ……………” O dear”

Oh I’m already in stitches raining this oh Prince Philip wants to go shooting Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Picture this they’re all kitted out in their flannel, in their leather and all that cute stuff that they were up in 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿. Sydney, poor Sydney , poor Sydney, Poor Sydney is asking with guns Sir, like with actual guns sir? As he’s asking this, he’s thinking of 1 million places where he can hide all the guns and 1 million excuses to give that would be excepted by Himself,ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂.Himself replies,so you can read the reply,as many as possible, poor Sydney is trembling absolutely travelling is terrified I can just see this in my mind ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha .🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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