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shadowturtlesstuff · 4 years ago

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Dress part 2

so this is dress from Audrey rose’s perspective. i loved writing this. i finished it a few weeks back and its been slowly edited. i am working on other things, but i can feel my brain slolwy stop working, and i’m failing miserably.

This party is dreadful. Beautiful, but dreadful. The only things that are interesting to me is looking at the gowns being worn and the intricate details I discovered when observing them. And Thomas. But I refuse to acknowledge the latter and fix my gaze on a pale pink dress, little gems of dark pink lining the neckline flowed down the bottom of the dress. My own was of a pale green and blue, the top being blue and slowly turning green, with gems in little pockets so that if I were to dance, to spin, there would just be a flash of colour. It is a shame I will not be dancing tonight. Originally my dress was going to be a deep purple with white pearls around the neckline but I may have overheard Thomas talking to his carriage driver about his own outfit for tonight and may have decided against the purple.

My eyes move away from the gown and find Thomas who is conversing with an old man that I assume is his father. From the scowl on Thomas's face one can assume his father must be a pleasant conversationalist. Then Thomas's gaze slides away from his father and meets mine almost immediately, as if he was waiting for my eyes to find his, or that he could feel my gaze. A smirk replaces his scowl and I try to ignore the blush creeping onto my cheeks as I look away quickly; to find my cousin’s face fixed on mine, and eyebrows raised as she took in my expresion. She took her own gaze at Thomas, then winks at me and I scowl slightly. All night I had been stealing looks at Thomas, to try and notice all the details in his suit. He looked incredibly handsome in his midnight blue and black clothing, his hair brushed back and a permanent look of boredom and contemptment on his face. Apart from when he caught me looking. Then his lips quirked up in a smirk that I wanted to smack off.

It takes all my common sense to stay rooted in my seat and not walk over and ask Thomas to dance. Yet all of this silence and patience, pining and anticipating our next encounter was starting to weigh on my chest, hoarding control over my senses. It was infuriating. My mind was still convinced I did not ever need a husband, yet my mind also wondered about a life where Thomas was by my side. Every time I did the weight would increase slightly and I had no idea how to fix this. We were not even meant to be friends, uncle had warned me a few times when I had gone to investigate something on his behalf, that Thomas was trouble. Yet it always seemed he disliked Mr.Douglas more, and was miserable about the fact we did not have Thomas's particular skill sets on our side.

“It is most important for you young girls to attend not just tea parties, but parties.” Aunt Amilia was saying to us. Liza looked exceptional tonight, her dress was golden yellow with lilac accents. She had been very excited about tonight, about the prospects of romance and the fact she did not attend such things when trapped in the countryside; even though I hadn't been looking forward to tonight, her excitement was invigorating.

I let my aunt and cousin talk as I mess with the bottom of my glass. Attending tonight meant that there was another chance for our murderer to strike, another victim to add to his growing list. I shuddered at the thought of seeing another horrific scene; a woman cut open and dispatched as though she was worth nothing. Uncle and I had conducted post mortems on all the unfortunate women, they all seemed to have similar inflicting wounds yet they were worse each time. Uncle claims our murder is getting more confident as he is taunting the Scotland Yard. As much as I enjoy the magical atmosphere the ball produced; I couldn't help but think it a waste of time. There must be more we could do to find who our perpetrator was. Thomas and I had been discussing theories over the course of the last month whenever we found ourselves together, and even with our skills combined we were no closer than when we started. It certainly didn't help that we kept getting distracted. Thomas is an excellent flirt and seems to want to do just that all the time. It did not help that my mind kept drifting back to our kiss either. I had to keep convincing myself it was the adrenaline that caused me to kiss him, not the fact I had grown to like him very much.

I kept thinking about how his hands burnt my skin, electrifying me and it made me drunk on his touch. I kept wondering what would happen to me if we were to kiss again and if I would be able to control myself. To not drown in his touch.

I caught another glance of him, but his eyes were already upon mine. I looked away just as Mr.Douglas appeared at his side. I slid my eyes back to him as he begrudgingly spoke to his boss. Thomas scowled at something he said.

“Audrey Rose, would you like another glass of champagne brought to you?” Liza asks, capturing my attention away from Thomas. I had only had one and it couldn't hurt to nurse another tonight. So I nodded and watched Aunt Amila gesture to the waiters to bring a glass for me as well as some food for Liza. My glass is replaced and I try to ignore the growing boredom I have.

“May I borrow your daughter for a dance, sir?” The smooth voice of Mr. Thomas Cresswell appears to my left. Slowly I look at him, trying to hide my confusion. And longing. I would very much like to dance with Thomas. I would like to know how it feels to dance with him, whether he can dance. Yet we were not meant to be friends, surely Uncle will notice the fact we are, and perhaps scold me for it. My father looks over at him, surly registering who he is, who his father is and the title he holds. He gives a tight smile. Father is still slowly recovering from his opium addiction. Aunt Amilia arrived so she can keep an eye on him and it makes me happier to see him be less tired. Yet it does cause problems if I need to visit my Uncle. Nathaniel narrows his eyes at Thomas, surly bemused at why his apparent robotic friend would want to dance with me. However he gives a more genuine smile than my father does. Then Uncle scowls. I would much rather face the killer's knife than be in Thomas's position right now. I look towards where Liza is trying stilfe her giggles and can't help but smile too.

“Cert-” My father begins, but does not get far before my Uncle cuts in. Of course he would. Normally he would not care. I am still shocked my Aunt managed to convince him to leave his laboratory for this.

“No.”

“What do you mean no? She's my daughter I suggest you-”

“No. Mr. Cresswell, what are you doing? You do not wish to seek out my niece for the case do you? If so, leave now.” I see Thomas wince slightly, but smile before quickly looking at me and answering:

“No sir, I can see why you'd think that but I truly wish to dance. Your daughter is captivating.” His smooth words wash over me, the honesty in his tone fills my bones, making me more light headed than the champagne ever could.

“I shall dance with you Mr. Cresswell.” I interject before anyone else can speak on my behalf. Thomas is the only one I had wanted to dance with. I make my way to the dance floor, giddy with excitement. My hands shake slightly from the need to hold him.

“I'm glad you saved me. I've been dreadfully bored.” I tell him as he places his hands on my waist, my own finding his shoulder. I forget how tall he is sometimes. I would have to go on my tiptoes if I were to kiss him and he would need to bend to find my lips. He laughs at my words and everything about him relaxes slightly as we begin to dance. Each step is filled with confidence. Of course he'd be perfect at dancing.

“I'll always be the one to save you Wadsworth. I am your Dark Prince. Be sure to think about me and my heroic nature whenever you're alone.” Once again I ignore the blush making my cheeks it’s home and focus on his smirk. His ridiculously arrogant smirk.

“Please; I have more important things to consider than you.”

“You look beautiful, Audrey Rose.The dress is magnificent, compliments you perfectly,” he must be making the connection to his own outfit and contemplating the implications behind it; “although completely unnecessary, I'm sure you are perfectly capable of rendering me speechless without a dress on at all.” Or not. The fiend just wanted to shamelessly flirt with me. To make my skin turn hot and cold all at once while I consider his implications. His eyes hold promise and he no longer wears his impenetrable mask with force. It makes him look younger, more like the man I have grown to know and not the cruel beast society believes him to be.

“You claim I render you speechless yet you still speak? Are you lying or just horribly bad at compliments? Or, you hate the dress but need to charm me nonetheless?” Despite his vaulnrability I must not allow him to have the upper hand in this conversation or I shall never live it down.

“Wadsworth, darling, please; do you really think that little of me? I'm merely stating the obvious, it's what I do best. And I don't need to charm you when you are already infatuated with me. If I were you I would be. And as much as you truly render me speechless with your brilliant mind, I adore your body too, an added bonus, but I will always be able to tell you how astonishing you look.” He looks ready to kiss me, and I know if he did I would let him. It would be quite the scandal but I do not care at this point. We flirt, tease and taunt each other endlessly but it pains me that we do not get to do it as often as we wish. That I do not get to learn each side of Thomas, like this charming man who holds me tightly, as though if he let go of me I'd disappear. I feel as though I might if he did. I search for any lie, anything but the same pain I must be showing on my face. Instead of a kiss, unfortunately, he pinches my sides lightly, as if conveying his words to me. I pinch him back and we smile, content in our own little world.

“It is a good job you are not me then isn't it?” My voice is barely above a whisper and we both know my words hold little bite. People were fools to think Thomas was anything other than lovable. He may be in pain most of the time but that was a part of his charm.

He clears his throat, attempting to control himself, “I've enjoyed the game tonight, our secret moments in this crowded room no one knows about. Each little glance at me gives my heart a rush. Makes it worth being at this blastidly boring event. I've missed you.”

‘I’ve missed you.’

The three words repeat over and over in mind. We spoke this week yet in my bones I understand what he means. We haven't truly discussed our kiss; or our feelings. We are both too wrapped up in our individual fears. Yet even with the confession we dance in comfortable silence.

“When does this get easier?” My voice is quiet for a completely different reason than before. Our eyes meet and I find myself captivated by him, the fact my best friend is not perceived as my friend. A secret that neither of us ever wanted to keep. “I want to stay with you all night, but after this we must return to our lives, I go back to being judged for my curiosity and you will go back to the animatronic villain the world thinks you are. When does it get easier Thomas?”

He contemplates for a moment, his eyes flashing all sorts of emotion before turning to that calculated gaze that feels somehow more intimate than before. If he has an idea on how to make this all better then I have no intention of stopping him.

“Wadsworth, how much does your Uncle hate me?”

“He doesn't hate you, at least I don’t think he does. He- he isn't a person who gives positive opinions on anyone. Even me. But no, I do not think he hates you, just Mr. Douglas. Oh but he doesn't like that you are working against us. For him no less.'' I have believed for some time my Uncle would like Thomas to work with us and attend his school. He never technically speaks ill of him, but of who he works for. I’m half convinced Uncle is upset Thomas did not go to him first.

“It's not ideal, I despise him, he doesn't care about the cases, but of the fame; it makes me near vomit whenever he speaks about the women- or any woman for that matter.” Uncle had said the same thing a few times to me.

“Audrey Rose, if I were to quit would your uncle offer me an apprenticeship?”

“I think so but why?”

“There are more benefits in working with your Uncle than that egotistical man. The main one being right in front of me.'' I gasp slightly and stop for a second. Once again Thomas has left me speechless at how vulnerable he is for me, at how his words caress me and hold such promises that make us both slightly afraid. There was so much wrongness in the world, so much that confused me and left me stranded. Perhaps that is why I relish science so much, in finding out facts from the deceased because they could never lie to me, never hold my brain in such misery that I feel ill. Maybe the familiar feeling of carving open a body meant that it was the only sure thing I knew. That was before Thomas.

Now I know two things for sure. For the most part. Thomas would always baffle me but in the most delightful ways.

Finally I mustered the courage to speak. “You could talk to my uncle tonight, I'm sure he'd much rather discuss the case or anything remotely close to work rather than listening to my Aunt.”

“Would you want me to work alongside you Wadsworth because if not I can-” he would always allow me a choice, but he would always doubt himself too. So I snapped my head up from where I was staring at his chest. His eyes flash as he misunderstands my movements.

“Do not finish that sentence Thomas. Of course I want you to work with me and my Uncle.”

“My brilliance is desperately needed isn't it? I mean you cannot resist my charm.” He adds a wink, lightning the tone and making me roll my eyes in the process.

“No, I'm merely the one saving you from that- that man before he rots the only decent part of your brain.” Half truth, half a lie. I relish in our easy banter.

“If you are the one saving me, will you be like the heroes in the books, because I do recall that they always give their saved maidans a kiss once they are saved?” I blush again at his words, but more so the memory of his lips on mine.

We had been investigating when two ruffians attacked, so we fled to safety in an alleyway. With one look we were both upon each other, clinging desperately as our lips met, the feeling of being lost in him, the feeling of his hair beneath my gloves. Of the sweetest kiss he added after we broke apart. Even after then Thomas had doubted his actions slightly and apologized but in that moment I didn't care about anything but him. I'd seen a new side to him that night, one I wished to witness again.

We were coming to the end of our second dance, any more would be considered improper. Thomas seemed to stumble onto that fact too as his grip tightened ever so slightly. Just enough for me to notice. I doubt even his impressive deduction skills noticed his own movement as he was too fixated on my face. It made me smile slightly. Even as I knew I'd have to break apart and return to my table. To Liza's knowing smile and teases, to the males scowling and whatever my Aunt thought.

Slowly I let go of him, the music coming back into my head, as though I had stopped paying attention to it. We walk back to my table and I take my seat, hand going onto my glass as I calm my heart. Thomas stands there awkwardly by the empty chair, so I kick it slightly with a smile playing at my lips. He scowled but sat down. I tried desperately to ignore my cousin, I knew she watched me dance and would inform me of her opinions on it and on Thomas.

Everyone at the table is silent, watching and waiting. My father orders a glass of champagne for Thomas, which indicates either he likes Thomas or the title he holds. I watch as Thomas messes with the rim of the glass. My friend has never been exactly good at social interactions and becomes restless faster than a toddler. Uncle is glaring at Thomas so my father elbows him and it seems so unlike them I smile. They are no longer close due to my mother’s death, but perhaps my Aunt can change that for the better, at least a little bit whilst she is here.

“So Mr. Cresswell, my son has been telling me a bit about you, what is it you do again?”

I've not spoken to Nathaniel about Thomas. In fact I haven't spoken to him in quite a number of days. I make a mental note to fix that.

“I'm a scientist sir.” My fathers face drops, either having that information made true or knowing Nathaniel had missed it out deliberately.

“Surely a man of your title would pursue something other than that?”

“Science isn't about titles sir, it's just the pursuit of knowledge. You must want to know how things work, how things are made. I enjoy learning about the body, the world and how it works.” My father narrows his eyes at him. He used to enjoy that sentiment before my mother died. He loved making things. It was his form of science. Perhaps if mother had not died he would be more open to my love of science. I'm filled with silence that floods my head until Thomas taps the table slightly. My attention turns to his warm smile, one that tells me everything I need.

I am not morally corrupt for liking science. I return the smile, a silent thank you.

Silence falls on our table and I find Liza watching me and Thomas with something like wonder on her face. When she notices me she smiles, then raises her eyebrows up and down and we both nearly snort with laughter. But we control ourselves as Uncle takes a seat next to Thomas. His gaze makes Thomas bounce his knee in the annoying way he does when he is nervous.

“Would it be okay for me to attend your school sir?” Thomas askes suddenly

“Yes, on one condition; you must stop working for Mr. Douglas.”

Neither of us were surprised by the condition, although I am miserable that Thomas was accepted so quickly. I had to beg my Uncle to let me join and I've only ever been once. His stipulation for me was to remain quiet. Quite a task when the ‘men’ partaking in his lesson squirmed more than I did.

“Of course.”

After a few minutes Thomas returns to his table and my Uncle stays in the seat he's in, instead of going back to the seat beside my father. My father returns to his conversation with Nathaniel, Liza and Aunt Amelia being talking again. I look to uncle in hopes he will talk to me, but he is looking at his plate of food miserably. So I sit alone silently.

“Mr. Wadsworth? May I join you this fine evening?” The voice of Mr. Blackburn pierces my thoughts. He takes the seat that was my Uncles and smiles brightly at me. “It is lovely to see you, Miss. Wadsworth. You look beautiful.”

I force a smile as my mind wanders to the words Thomas uttered to me earlier. They felt real. It leaped at me and held me tightly. Blackburns’ felt much like my smile. Forced. Polite. I had no idea what he was doing here. If he wanted to talk about the case I'm sure he'd drag Uncle somewhere.

“Thank you.” I say, turning to look at Liza and begging her to help me out. But Aunt Amelia cuts in instead.

“She looks delightful doesn't she? You must dance together.”

I try to hide my wince but it clearly doesnt work as Liza smirks at me.

“Before you do that there is something we must discuss Audrey Rose,” Blackburn states, his tone makes me squirm in my seat like a child, Uncle looks up from his food finally and they look at each other carefully, “We need you both tomorrow at the station, the Ripper has sent another letter.”

So Uncle was right when he spoke about the killer's confidence another letter surely meant he was ready to strike again. I must speak to Thomas, get him to be at the station with us, he will likely notice things we would normally miss.

“Certainly.” Was all Uncle responded with. Especially since we both noticed my father’s glare at us all.

“Both? Both? When I told you to court my daughter I didn't expect you to let her see such horrors. You were to stop her madness not help it prevail.” He snaps at Blackburn. Anger rose as I understood what my father was saying. He had graciously allowed Blackburn to court me, to marry me, without even mentioning it once to me. I was clearly too much to handle and must be doused before I dare have a life of my own choosing.

“You have been secretly courting me?” I snapped at him, rising from my seat. “Father, why on earth would you allow this? I have a right to know, to choose for myself.”

“Audrey Rose, sit down and be quiet, you're making a scene.” My Aunt snaps back. Of course, our reputation is in such jeopardy if I stand up for myself.

How had I missed Blackburns’ advances, my fathers scheme? What else were they hiding from me? My father was enraged with me, Blackburn had the guts to look sorry for me. It was utterly ridiculous. I hated him, hated my father, hated society. Myself. I'd missed it because I had convinced myself he was a friend. I was so desperate I had ignored my intuition. I was pathetic.

Instead of sitting down I pushed my chair far back and began walking out of the ballroom. I needed air. Needed control. Needed Thomas. A thought I refused to linger.

The cold air bit at my skin, seeped inside me as I walked to the edge of the garden. The darkness comforted me as tears freely slipped down my face. I was a fool. I didn't want to marry Blackburn. I wasn't sure I wanted to ever marry. I just wanted to be a scientist. I wanted-

“Miss. Wadsworth, is everything okay?” Thomas appears behind me and I find it so utterly cruel that he gets to see me so vulnerable. Not an hour ago had we danced, had we been happy and now I was apparently being courted so I spun around and let out a joyless laugh.

“Perfect, Mr. Cresswell. I am a woman in this absurd society so I must not dare think about anything remotely masculine. I must not be able to pick who I love but have my father arrange it without informing me.” I spit at the words at him, knowing he was not to blame but knowing he was the only one willing to listen to me.

“Audrey Ro-”

“Blackburn. He chose Blackburn. He was never nice to me to be my friend, but because of him and my fathers scheming. If he hadn't been he would not have been this nice to me. I know I am not exactly the nicest person and that my interests disgust society but it was nice to have a friend.” I whisper the last part as though I voice how pathetic I am.

“Am I not your friend Audrey Rose?” His voice is an attempt at a joke, I think, but it is also tinged with pain. I consider Thomas my best friend, and it hurts me he thinks otherwise.

“You are but you're different, you; I don't need to try with you Thomas. I have to try with everyone but you.” He dares a step towards our eyes finally meeting. We needn't say a thing for us to understand each other.

“Wadsworth, I find it easy with you too. More than I even understand. This world is cruel and I wish more than anything to make it better for you, for it to be better in general. I- my father long ago gave up trying to marry me off, deeming me worthless and unable to love, and I still cannot figure out which is worse.” This was another side of Thomas he was showing me, to tell me that we may not fit into society but it doesn't matter too much. The fact will always hurt us slightly but we learn to live with it. Eventually.

He takes my gloved hands and rubs small circles over my palm sending shivers over my body. “You are worth more to society than they realise, so please keep fighting for your freedom. I will forever remain your friend if that is what you wish to happen, to help you figure this world out.” His confession replaces the darkness clinging to me. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be a wife, but Thomas always made me doubt that. He would always give me my freedom because he understood how important it was to me. I tighten my grip and he catches his breath as I take another step closer.

“Thomas,” My voice is somewhat breathless, my own breathing failing me, “you are not unlovable, your father is a fool. An utter fool. I want you by my side always, I fear I couldn't do this without you.” I go closer, impossibly so, “What if, what if it was more than friends though?” I may have overstepped with my question, we were in such uncertain territory to what we felt and I wished I could take back the words. What if Thomas wanted nothing more than friendship? The kiss we had could have just been adrenaline for him. His flirts may be out of boredom or something else I couldn't understand.

“I- I’m sorry.” I stutter when he doesn't respond to me. I take a step back, ready to return to the line placed between us. Where I would forever remain it seems.

That is until his hand tightened on mine and brought me back forward. My face widens in shock.

“Wadsworth I'd like that too.”

There is a second of silence as it sinks in. “You would?”

“More than anything. I care deeply about you. I shall court you like a proper gentleman if that is what you wish.” We return to standing apart and I can't help but snort at his insane statement.

“You are anything but a gentleman Cresswell.” I smile brightly as we both laugh. “It may be my favourite thing about you.” He flashes me a devilish smile.

“I am fully aware, love, that you love the scandalousness of my words. Would you like to go back inside or return home, I am sure I can get us a carriage to share.”

“Us? Thomas you do not live with me.”

“Yet,” he adds. I roll my eyes at his dramatic nature despite picturing how lovely it would be to live with him. “It would be ungentlemanly to let you return home alone; and purly scandalous to be in close quarters with you.'' Once again I ignore his words and begin to walk to where the carriages await. I couldn't care less if father got mad at me for going home. I knew I had to be lectured anyway.

“Very well, you may escort me home. From a distance.” I emphasise this to make sure he understands. He merely laughs at me.

When I make nearly a quarter of the distance and do not find Thomas with me I spin around and find him watching me with a weird expression on his face. He is captivating as he stares at me, his eyes full of wonder. His perfect hair has fallen in his face slightly, disheveling him slightly. My brows burrow in confusion at what could make him look like this, but I relish the look he gives me anyway. He really is a dark prince; standing tall in his dashing suit. He blinks when he releases I've stopped then begins to follow me.

“Are you alright?” I ask as he falls into step with me.

“Yes of course, I get to leave with the most dazzling woman at the party.”

We link arms, pay for a carriage and start to head towards my home. We sit across from each other, but the carriage is small and Thomas obnoxiously spreads his legs out so they brush against me and it takes all my willpower not to just place my hand on his knee, slowly stand then lean over him and kiss him. He nudges me and I raise my gaze, he tells me something but I've no clue what.

I blink and feel the heat of my blush form on my face. Which Thomas notices and smirks wickedly at me whilst raising his eyebrows in amusement.

“Wadsworth?” He asks and I hum a response and try to snap out of my indecent thoughts.

“Cresswell?” I attempt words, not sure that I can manage more than his name.

“My kiss? I am still waiting for it.”

When did I promise him a kiss? Not that I do not want to kiss him. He leans closer, knee hitting mine. I feel the heat of him envelop my senses even as I remember our dance and the words he teased me with. For a moment I see him doubt and so I lean in to make sure he doesn't regret being in here with me, regret asking to kiss me.

His lips are soft as they meet mine. I feel his hand rest on my knee as I deepen the kiss. My night has been abysmal and I do not think I would have made it if Thomas was here. I adore the feeling of his lips on me and find my hands wandering on his knees. This is so vastly different from the first kiss and it makes me wonder if our kisses will always be different. Thomas pulls back, resting his head on my forehead and searches my face. I am a complete mess as he looks me over and he smiles at the result of our kiss. He presses a lingering kiss then sits back. I return to being pressed against the back of the carriage as we regain our composure. But I feel his legs still against mine so I brush my own against him and his warm smile against his flushed face made my heart nearly burst.

“I should save you from boring events more often if it means kissing you like that.” The words hold the same promise as the kiss and I smile brightly at him. I didn't think I wanted a husband but perhaps being with Thomas my feelings would change. Even in my worst time Thomas would stand by me, and I'd stand by him. We would make mistakes, argue; but I felt the truth sink in that we would always see the truth in each other. He was my one and only lifeline and I do not think I could ever truly explain the feelings as they raced around in my body faster than I could comprehend.

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rocksandrobots · 4 years ago

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Of Rocks and Robots Ch. 38 - Paris

Varian found Honey Lemon in the chemistry lab. She was just placing her folder, books, and pens inside her backpack, getting ready to leave.

"Hey," He called to her, "Are you busy right now?"

"Well, I guess not." She said as she zipped up the bookbag. "I just finished taking my final and I got to present my project tomorrow."

"Great!" Varian blurted out, barely giving her time to finish her sentence. "Come with me. I got something to show you." And without waiting for an answer, he grabbed her hand and started to excitedly drag her along with him as he headed out the door.

Honey Lemon decided to humor him and allowed herself to be led down the campus hallways to Varian's private lab on the first floor.

Fred was waiting for them when they entered. Not that he was given a chance to explain anything, as Varian blurted out his own explanation as soon as everyone was in the room.

"I did it!" He proudly crowed. "I got the portal working!"

"You found a way home?" Honey Lemon asked in shock.

"Well, not exactly." He corrected, "I still got a ways to go on that, but I did figure out how to control the spatial coordinates. I took the controller for Srique's miniature portals and programmed it into the main computer here. Now we can go anywhere in the world just by entering in an address. Whatta ya think!? Cool hun?"

"Oh my gosh! Yeah, that's cool! That's like mega cool!" She laughed and gave Varian a big congratulatory hug. "Oh just think what all you could do with this technology. You'd never have to board a plane or drive a delivery truck across the country. This could be the answer to reducing carbon emissions!"

She squealed again with joy and warped Varian in another tight hug, one that nearly knocked the wind out of him.

"Yeah, I haven't thought that far ahead yet." He gasped as she finally let go. "We still need to give it a test run, and that's why I brought you here. Where would you like to go first?"

He gave her a Cheshire grin as he walked up to the computer to enter in whatever destination she chose.

"Oh, I don't know?" She replied, "Freddie, what's someplace you'd like to visit?"

"Oh I'm not going." Fred answered.

"Not going? But I thought we were all going to try it out?"

"Well, we will, eventually, but we need someone to remain here in order to pull the return switch." Varian explained as he walked over the portal and placed his hand upon a long lever that was now built into the turbine. "All Fred has to do is pull this lever whenever we're ready to come home. That'll turn the turbine back on and the computer will just automatically open up a portal to the last coordinates entered."

"Sooo, isn't anybody else coming?" Honey Lemon asked.

"Oh they'll get a chance to go, I'm sure. It's just with finals and everything, it's hard to get everyone together. Besides it's not like we can all go to seven different places at once."

Varian tried to laugh off his excuses, but the truth was he had been planning this for a week now. He wanted to impress Honey Lemon and surprise her with a nice outing. Fred had agreed to help and so they had concocted this harmless little scheme together.

Honey Lemon however hesitated, "Well, I don't know. I still got another final this afternoon and-"

"Oh don't worry, we can come back whenever we want. All we gotta do is call Fred."

"Yeah, we'll be using international cell phones, like they use on navy boats at sea, if y'all decide to go far off." Fred interjected. "And I have the jet and the helicopter, just in case something goes wrong."

"Nothing's going to go wrong." Varian gave Fred a warning look before smoothing things over with a charming smile. "Look, I'll have you back in time for you next final, promise."

Honey Lemon bit her lip in thought.

"Think about it." Varian knelt in close as he persuasively whispered to her. "One day; wherever you want to go. No waiting, no long flights, no cramped car rides, and absolutely free. Your dream vacation. If you could see any place in the world for just one day, where would it be?"

Honey Lemon searched his eyes as she teetered on the edge of indecision. She wrestled with both her adventurous free spirit and her better angels, before finally blurting out "Paris!"

"Paris it is! Fred, you heard the lady, give us a Parisian address."

"Coming right up," Fred saluted as he pulled out his cell phone and looked up a street address they could use.

Honey Lemon could barely contain her excitement as Varian put in the coordinates. She was practically hopping in place as the portal roared to life. Soon the blue circular window opened up and afternoon sunlight streamed through the lab; a contrast to the early morning sun that hung up in their sky behind it.

Varian ran over to double check the turbine, then he gave a little flourish as he bowed and said, "After you my lady."

Honey Lemon held her breath as she tentatively stepped through the portal and out onto a small alleyway. Once fully through, she walked to the end of the alley and looked up. All around her were shops and cute little boutiques, and there was the Eiffel tower standing tall in the distance; looking every bit just like the pictures and romantic movies she'd drool over as a kid.

She gave a little squeak of joy and then started bouncing up and down frantically. "It's the Eiffel tower!" She shouted back to her friends, before hugging herself with joy and twirling on the spot as she laughed with abandonment! "I'm in Paris! I can't believe I'm standing in Paris, France!"

Varian watched her dance with a huge dopey smile on his face, only for Fred to pull him out of the moment.

"Hey don't forget the traveler's checks." He handed Varian a checkbook. "They're good anywhere."

"Oh, yeah. Hey, and thanks again, man. I really appreciate this."

"Oh, no problem, and don't worry about a thing. I got everything under control." He reached out his hand to pat the return lever, only to miss and topple over onto the floor.

"Yeeeaaah." Varian said as his confidence began to falter for the first time since hatching this little scheme. Not that he was given time to rethink his plan as Honey Lemon rushed back to grab him by the arm and drag him through the portal.

"Come on, come on, come ooon," She squealed, "lets go check out the shops!"

And with that Fred righted himself and pulled the lever down to stop the turbine. The portal faded away leaving Varian and Honey Lemon stranded in Gay Paree.

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Honey Lemon was having the most wonderful day. She felt like she was living in a picturesque romcom. Everywhere she looked it was just like a scene out of a movie; cute shops, lovely parks, and of course famous landmarks abound.

They started the day shopping. Honey Lemon bought herself two new dresses, one of which she decided to change into and wear for the rest of the trip. It was a flowy peach sundress and she wore a matching floppy wide brimmed hat to go with it.

Or rather Varian bought them, using the travelers checks Fred had given them. She promised to pay them both back but Varian told her not to worry about it. That he had already squared everything with Fred and she could pick out whatever she liked.

She decided not to press the matter. Her friends finances weren't her business after all, and also, deep down, she didn't want to talk herself out snagging a lovely pair of earrings that she found on sale.

She also insisted that Varian should buy something for himself. If nothing else than to make her feel less guilty about spending money that wasn't hers. She picked out a waistcoat for him, thinking he might like it. It was a navy blue vest that went well with the lighter blue collared shirt he wore. Although, he opted to keep his purchases in a shopping bag rather than wear it around unlike her.

They must have been a sight at the Louvre toting around paper bags like the tourists they so obviously were. Not that Honey Lemon cared. She would have gladly gotten lost in the halls full of priceless art for days if she had been aloud too. But with finals still looming over her head and only a few short precious hours to spend in Paris, she agreed to take a one hour guided tour.

She fawned over the Venus de Milo, swooned at the Monet's and the Van Gogh's that lined the walls, and she and Varian both had a good chuckle over seeing the Mona Lisa again. When the tour guide brought them into the Da Vinci exhibit, all the two of them could do was share knowing looks at one another and whispered conspiratorially as they shared their private joke. The poor tour guide wasn't as amused as they were. At one point during his lecture on Da Vinici's life, Varian gently elbowed her and pointed at the flying machine blueprints on the wall and they both inexplicably broke down into barely contained snickers, interrupting the tour guide's speech.

Though all in all they had a marvelous time. The only rain cloud that hovered over the party came early in the tour, and didn't stay for long. One of the first paintings shown was Liberty Leading the People by Eugène Delacroix. It was an oil painting depicting the French Revolution, or well one of them anyways; apparently France had a lot of revolutions. Honey Lemon respected the artistry of the picture but never cared for such dark and unpleasant subject matter. She wanted to move on quickly from the scene of the bloody battle field and on to something more pleasant to look at.

Varian however stood there transfixed by the painting, even as the tour was starting to move on. On his face he held a curious expression as he studied the painting intently. It wasn't sadness exactly, nor was it anger, but some odd mix between curiosity, shame, pain, and cold furious pride.

He stepped closer as his gaze honed in on one particular part of the image. There was a young boy running behind Lady Liberty, his gun raised high in the air as he dashed towards the fighting, no doubt ready to die for his cause.

Honey Lemon shuddered as she involuntarily made the connection between the boy in the painting and Varian. But she just as quickly shoved it out of her mind and grabbed him by the hand. She forced a smile on her face as she cheerily told him the group was leaving without them and for his part, he allowed himself to be led away from the disturbing piece of art.

Once away from the painting his smiling mood returned, as if the very concepts of 'war' and 'violence' didn't exist and bloody revolutions were a thing of the far past, regulated to history books, and not something he'd taken part in only a few months ago.

After the Louvre, they went to the Eiffel tower. Honey Lemon's heart soared as she stood upon the top observatory.

"Isn't this amazing!" She said as she ran over to the nearest telescope.

"If you say so." Varian chuckled.

"Oh don't tell me you're not having fun." Honey Lemon asked with worry.

"Oh no, I'm having a great time." He insisted. "I just don't understand all the fuss over what looks like a giant antenna. There's taller skyscrapers than this."

"It's about the history. It's an iconic landmark, like San Fansokyo's golden bridge."

"Yeah, but that at least serves a purpose."

Honey Lemon playfully rolled her eyes. "You don't get it. It's the Eiffel Tower , it's the most Paris thing about Paris. You can't visit and not see it."

Varian laughed as he admitted defeat. "Okay, okay, whatever makes you happy. It's your dream destination after all."

"Well, I'm not the only person on this trip. What would you like to see?"

Varian shrugged.

"Oh, come on there's got to be something you always wanted to see?" She pressed.

"In Paris? Beats me. All I know is that in my world Paris is where all the rich nobles come to visit when they want to hobnob and show off. The city of high fashion, splendor, and elitist garbage." He mocked, but quickly changed his tune when he caught Honey Lemon's frown. "Not like that's how things are here, it's just, no, Paris has never interested me. Well except for the various musicals about the French Revolution, but I don't really fancy touring the Bastille." He joked.

"Yeah, I agree." Honey Lemon replied through a strained smile and then quickly brought the subject back on topic. "But still, if there's no place you wanna see, perhaps there's something you'd like to do instead?"

"Well, I could go for some lunch, how about we go get some food after this?"

"Okay, sounds like a plan."

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Varian did happen to find one thing that garnered his interest on the way to lunch. He discovered a quaint bookstore tucked away among a street full of smaller shops and venues. He eagerly went in and Honey Lemon happily followed.

As she scanned the bargain bin of romance novels, looking for something written in a language she could actually read, Varian hovered over the classics section of the store.

"Molière, Voltaire, Shakespeare…" He muttered to himself as he perused the shelves, "Hey, they got Copernicus!" He joyously called out and Honey Lemon walked over to see what he found.

He pulled out a small paperback with an illustration of the famous scientist on the cover.

"De revolutionibus orbium coelestium," he read out loud as Honey Lemon peered over his shoulder, "On the Revolutions of the Heavenly Spears, man I used to read this book constantly as a kid. It was my favorite, next to the Flynn Rider series that is."

"You read math books in Latin as a little kid?" Honey Lemon asked, both impressed and bewildered.

"Yeah, my mom had a first edition copy. No idea where she got it, but the thing was already a hundred years old by the time it got passed on to me. I had to keep binding it with homemade glue to keep it from falling apart."

"So your mom taught you how to read?"

"Well, I vaguely remember her reading bedtime stories to me at night, so I guess, but reading and other languages always came easy to me. Latin isn't that much different than say, French, and half the court speaks that back home. You could probably learn it easily yourself, since you're already fluent in Spanish."

"You think so? Would ya teach me?"

"If you want me to."

She let out a giggle, not entirely serious with her request and he chuckled along with her, before flipping through the book once more, fascinated with it.

"See, you like art, " he continued "but this," he held up one of the pages for her to get a better view, on it was a diagram of the solar system. "This is what inspires me. Copernicus's findings revolutionized the entire way science was even approached. Galileo, Newton, even that Einstein guy everyone goes on about, all of them built their theories based off this one man's work. Man, what I wouldn't give to have that kind of impact; to discover something that makes an actual difference to people's lives and does something good."

Honey Lemon looked at him in disbelief, "Says the guy who just finished building a working portal."

"Well, I - I didn't invent that. I just built off of Demantius and Callaghan's findings. Now, Demantius, he was also a genius scientist; miles ahead of even Copernicus."

"Yeah, but you just said it yourself, even famous scientists start on the foundation left behind by others. I wouldn't be in school studying chemistry if it wasn't for Madame Curie and Lenore Shimamoto. And yeah Callaghan, and that Dem- Demanty, guy…"

"Demantius."

"Yeah, him, they may have come up with the theories but you actually got it to work . When this gets out you're going to be famous. Like you could win the Nobel Prize, levels of fame."

Varian blushed at that, but then shook his head. "I don't care about awards, but I would like for my inventions to help someone for once instead of just making a mess of everything."

"Well they will. I know it." She gave him an encouraging smile and Varian felt in that moment as if he was ten feet tall. His face flushed and he wore a grin from ear to ear.

He continued to wear this gigantic smile as he walked up to the register to pay for the book and it wouldn't leave his face for quite a few hours there afterwards.

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"What are you doing?" Hiro asked as he entered the lab. He was looking for Varian but instead he found Fred sitting upside down in a rolling office chair as he scrolled through his phone.

"Waiting for Varian and Honey Lemon to get back from their date." Fred said distractedly. "Hey what's another word for fool that's ten letters long? I'm on a hard level of Crosswords vs Killer Plants and I'm stuck on this one- oh…. Aww man! The Venus Flytrap from Venus just ate my puzzle piece, now gotta do the whole thing over again."

Hiro ignored Fred's complaints about his video game. "Waaait, you're telling me that Honey Lemon agreed to go out on a date, with Varian? Varian ."

"Well, yeah, what else would you call a romantic getaway to Paris?"

"Paris!?"

"Oh yeah, Varian got the portal working. Didn't tell you?"

"No."

"Oh, well he got the portal working. It still doesn't go between dimensions but you can travel anywhere in our world with it. They're using the date as a test run and I'm in charge of bringing them back." With this proclamation Fred righted himself, stood up, and puffed out his chest proudly.

Hiro gave him an incredulous look and Fred returned his doubts with a smug but oblivious smile.

"Aaand how do you do that?" Hiro asked.

"Oh, I just pull this lever right here." He walked over to the turbine to show Hiro what he was talking about. "All Varian has to do is give me a call when they're ready to return and I just give it a yang like so-"

Fred proceeded to demonstrate but as he pulled the lever down it broke off completely.

"Oh no."

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Honey Lemon and Varian sat outside in the late afternoon sun at a café along the Champs-Élysées. They people watched as they munched on chips and sandwiches, just enjoying the scenery and each other's company.

"You know," Honey Lemon said thoughtfully, "Andre and I always talked about coming here together, but I actually think this was more fun with a friend."

"Andre?" Varian echoed.

"Just a guy I use to date." Honey Lemon tried to shrug it off as she took another bite of her brie and tomato baguette.

"What was wrong with him? Besides being an idiot that is."

"What, no, Andre isn't dumb at all."

"He has to be, to let you go." Varian quipped as he reached for another chip.

"It's not like that." Honey Lemon shook her head. "We met in high school but wound up going to different colleges, that's all. We decided it'd be too hard to keep up a long distance relationship so we just ended things there. There were no hard feelings or anything, just, we fell out of touch."

She tried to sound nonchalant but she couldn't keep the melancholy out of her voice.

Varian frowned.

"So which school did he go to?" He asked.

"Oh he got into Princeton." She chirped. "He's a political science major."

"And they don't teach that at any school in San Fansokyo?" Varian asked, confused.

"Well I'm sure they do, but he got into Princeton ." She waited for Varian to catch on but he only stared at her blankly. "You know, one of the three top ivy league schools in the country? Not just anybody can get into that and it was a great opportunity for him. You don't just turn down a chance to go to Princeton."

Still more confused stares, so Honey Lemon continued.

"Buuut it just happens to be on the other side of the county from SFIT. Which is also a great school. It and MIT are the best schools for STEM majors. I couldn't turn that down either. I'm really fortunate to be there and plus I've made such great friends since I've started going."

She finished off her ramble with a smile and Varian returned it.

"Well good, I'm glad things are working out for you both." He said as politely as he could and then more hesitantly asked. "Do you still talk to him, at all?"

"Oh sure, sometimes we video chat, last time he…." Honey Lemon paused as it occurred to her that "last time" was actually over a year ago, and it had not ended pleasantly for her. "... He just… he got an A on his exam." She lied and left it at that.

In truth he had told her he was dating someone else. They had previously agreed to remain friends and during the beginning weeks of their first semester they had genuinely tried to keep in touch. And while there had been no intentional malice on Andre's part, the casual way he had mentioned his new girlfriend into their conversion had just wrecked her. She tried to be happy for him, but she could no longer bring herself to return any of his calls.

It didn't help matters, being seventeen and living away from home for the first time in her life. She was in a new town, new school, and knew no one at all. The loneliness had been unbearable. More than once she had wanted to call it quits and run home to her mother.

Thank goodness for Business Economics 101. Most majors took the general course at some point and that was where she'd met her friends. They were assigned the group project of running a mock business.

Tadashi, being the natural leader that he was, brought them all together and made sure everyone worked as a group rather than just them each shuffling off to do their parts of the assignment on their own. He even convinced Fred to be their 'guinea pig', so to say, to bounce their ideas off; despite Fred not being an actual student and therefore only an unofficial part of the group.

Still everyone just clicked, and Honey Lemon found both solace and distraction from her lovesick woes. Tadashi had been particularly encouraging; making sure to check up on her even once the assignment was over, inviting her along to things, and making sure to drag her out of her slump whenever she felt like moping. That was just the type of person he was. He never wanted anyone to feel left out.

The thought of Tadashi pained her even more than the thought of Andre. Her first real friend, just gone and in only a few short months.

Geez, had it really been almost a whole year now? When was the last time she'd actually stopped to think about, well, any of it? She had kept herself busy, making sure her friends were okay, making sure Hiro was okay, and burying herself in school work and superheroing that she hadn't let herself process any of it. In truth the past year just felt like one big blur to her.

"Honey Lemon," Varian tentatively called out to her, "are you okay?"

She snapped out of her reprieve and found Varian looking at her with concern, so she slapped a smile on her face and said, "I'm fine. I was just thinking about what we should do next is all."

If Varian had seen through her white lie he didn't show it. "Well we only have maybe an hour or two of daylight left here, which means we should probably start heading back soon. I say we do one more thing and then call it a day."

Honey Lemon nodded in agreement, though she was disappointed that her magical day in Paris was slipping away so quickly.

"So one hour left. What do you wanna do, you're pick." He said.

Honey Lemon didn't even have to think about it, she knew precisely what she wanted.

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Varian had never felt comfortable in church.

He appreciated the extensive library that the convent back home held, and he acknowledged that the nuns and few monks who ran it were much more proactive in helping the people of Corona than the royals, but the stuffy atmosphere, the endless and seemingly pointless rules, and the blind worship of a being he couldn't see, hear, nor study scientifically left him feeling out of step with rest of his village even more so than normal.

He only ever visited whenever his dad would drag him there, usually on appropriate holidays or when needing to deliver food shipments to the small abbey by the sea, and even then he'd hide away in its study pouring over ancient manuscripts and books. But being the son of the village leader meant he had to stand there, bored to tears, whenever a ceremony had to take place, like a christening, or a funeral, or even the occasional wedding.

Varian didn't begrudge anyone their faith, nor could he confidently claim they were wrong in their beliefs now that he had discovered magic was real, but he still didn't really want to participate. So imagine his dismay when Honey Lemon told him she wanted to visit a cathedral on her vacation.

Well, okay, it wasn't just any old church. Notre-Dame de Paris was apparently a beloved historical landmark the same as the Eiffel tower had been. It was famous for being the center focus of novels, plays, and movies; not that Varian had ever seen any of them.

While it was still functionally a place of worship, visitors were allowed and tourists of all walks of life and personal beliefs frequently toured the bell towers.

This helped to ease Varian's discomfort somewhat, knowing that he wasn't the only person there not conducting themselves in prayers or going to mass. It was still incredibly stuffy and somber though.

As the tour guide dispassionately droned on about flying buttresses Varian quietly weighed the pros and cons of excommunication vs the satisfaction of flipping the man of the cloth off and walking away. Fortunately things never progressed that drastically.

Honey Lemon tapped him on the shoulder and silently pointed to a little stairwell tucked in the corner of the wall at the end of the cloister. She motioned him to follow her and they snuck away from the rest of the group.

They ducked inside the archway and pressed themselves against the wall as they waited for the tour to move on. Once the guide and sound of footsteps was out of ear shot the two teens breathed a sigh of relief and then broke down in giggles.

"Oh man, if I hear the words 'flying buttresses' again I'm going to scream." Honey Lemon joked.

"Yeah that was pretty excruciating." Varian agreed.

"Hey, let's see where this leads." She said as she began to climb the stairs.

"Are you sure we're allowed to go up there?" He asked.

"Well I don't see any signs saying not to." And with this logical assumption the two began to explore on their own.

The stairs led to the north tower. The actual bells were held in the south tower opposite to them and they could see the famous chimes through the large windows as they made their way to the rooftop.

"Will you look at that view?" Honey Lemon breathed as she ran to the edge of the roof and peered over the stone banister.

The sun was low in the sky and bathed the city of Paris in a golden glow. She turned back to Varian and gave him a smile. The sunlight caught in her fiery red hair and sparkled like a halo around her. Varian forgot to breathe for a moment. How could anyone be that beautiful? Sure she was always pretty, but to him that was just a fact of life, like saying the sky was blue or water was wet, but there were times, like now, when she seemed almost transcendent, as if she'd had step down from the heavens itself to bless mere mortals like him with her presence. Yet she, and most other people, didn't even notice. They didn't see what he saw in these moments. They didn't recognize any significance in such mundane scenarios and Honey Lemon herself remained oblivious to the effect she had on him, even as she stole the very breath from his lungs. It was enough to drive Varian almost mad.

"You're so pret- I mean… umm, it's nice." He squeaked once he regained his senses. She didn't catch his flub and only smiled wider before turning back to look at the view once more.

Varian breathed in and out deeply as he tried to calm himself and work up his nerve.

"Okay Varian, last chance." He whispered to himself. "The day is getting away and you'll never find a more perfect moment, so just ask her. You can do this…. I can do this."

After this pep talk he walked over to join Honey Lemon at the banister. She barely acknowledged his approach, as she was too enraptured with the scenery. Varian looked up at her and suddenly became self conscious about his own height. He'd managed to grow a few inches since coming to San Fansokyo, but he was still dwarfed by the tall girl, especially in her high heels. He stepped up onto a broken piece of the mason, which created a nice little foothold on the wall, and leaned over the banister as well. Thus making himself eye level to her.

"I feel just like a princess up here." Honey Lemon suddenly said with a smile.

Varian was knocked for a loop. "A princess?"

"Yeah!"

"But you're a knight. That's way cooler than any princess."

Not for the first time that day Honey Lemon shook her head. "You still don't get it. I know castles are boring to you cause you grew up in one, but for me they only existed in storybooks. Every little girl dreams of wearing a pretty dress or some other nice outfit, while staying in a romantic far away land and being swept off their feet by a handsome hero."

Varian rolled his eyes, propped his elbows on the ledge, and rested his chin in his hands.

"Well I guess that leaves me out." He said under his breath.

He hadn't meant for Honey Lemon to hear that but she did anyway.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"I'm not a hero," he reluctantly admitted and to deflect from this he self-deprecatingly joked, "and I guess the less said about the handsome part the better, am I right?"

"Oh I didn't mean it that way!" Honey Lemon quickly apologized. She placed an encouraging hand upon his shoulder. "You're very handsome, and any girl would be lucky to have you sweep her off her feet."

"Really?"

"Uh huh" she blithely nodded.

"Maaybe, even say, a girl like.."

Like you, Was what he wanted to say, but just then the cell phone rang interrupting the moment.

"Hey Fred, what's up?" Varian answered, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice. It was a futile effort, especially once he had heard Fred's reply. "You What!?"

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Varian brooded as he stared out of the airport's window. How did everything fall apart so quickly? He was seconds away from confessing his feelings only to instead have to embarrassingly explain to Honey Lemon why they couldn't return home immediately as promised.

Fred said that he and Hiro were on a private jet to come pick them up, so they weren't necessarily stuck in France, but it did mean that Honey Lemon would have to miss her final. She had been nice about it, but Varian still felt guilty and kept apologizing profusely to her as they left the cathedral and took a cab to the private airport Fred was supposed to pick them up at.

Varian snagged a sidelong glance at the pretty redhead. Honey Lemon was busy on her phone; no doubt trying desperately to contact her professors, or maybe she was just trying to avoid talking to him. Either way Varian sank lower in his seat and hid his face in his hands.

He ran through the schematics of the portal in his head trying to figure out what went wrong. It would have been easy just to blame Fred for the mishap, but Varian knew deep down that wouldn't be fair. He had been the one to build the return lever after all. He must not have secured it well enough or perhaps he needed a completely new system for getting back.

That's when the international cell phone rang once more. Varian got up and answered it nearer to the large viewing window. He acted like this might strengthen the signal, but in truth he just didn't want Honey Lemon listening in incase it was even more bad news.

"Hey Varian" Fred sang out over the other end of the line, "It took awhile for Heathcliff to get the 'all clear for takeoff' signal from the tower, but we're in the air and on our way now."

"Yeah and I already told Aunt Cass we were spending the night over at Fred's place, so your welcome." Hiro smugly added on.

Varian pinched his nose in frustration and bit back a harsher retort to the other boy. "So how long will it take you to get here?" Varian asked instead.

"Uh, I say about ten to eleven hours." Fred responded.

"Ten hours!" Varian yelled. He then noticed Honey Lemon looking up from her phone to stare at him after this outburst. His cheeks burned red and he turned his back to her as he continued the conversion, this time in a harsh whisper. "What are we supposed to do for ten hours? Sleep at the airport?"

"I don't know man, but no matter what you do none of us can get back to San Fansokyo until late tomorrow night. Even if we just turned around and left immediately once getting to France."

"You mean I have to stay on a plane for twenty hours straight and not even get to see the place we're traveling too?" Hiro complained.

"Do you actually care anything about Pairs?" Varian asked in a monotone voice.

"No, not really, but you try being stuck on an airplane for twenty hours. There's no internet up here."

"Then why did you volunteer to come along?"

"'Cause someone has to save your butt, and I wasn't going just leave it to Fred." There was an awkward pause before Hiro hastily added. "Uh..cause... cause traveling alone sucks."

"Ah it's not so bad," Fred encouraged, "I got a tv, game system, and the entire Kentucky Kaiju collection on dvd. Hey, we can have a Kaju marathon!"

"Grrreeaaat" Hiro said in a strained voice, then to Varian he threateningly whispered. "Once this is over, you owe me big. Got it? Like doing my chores for a week big."

Varian rolled his eyes. He never understood Hiro's aversion to housework, but whatever. He was tired of arguing.

"Fine. See you at, like, seven in the morning I guess." Then he hung up.

Varian made his way to the front desk as he pocketed the cell phone.

"Bonjour," He greeted the concierge. "Uh, pardonnez-moi, mais vous savez s'il y a, ummm… des auberges par ici?"

The woman at the desk seemed impressed that he knew French so fluently, even if he did have to stop and remember what the word for "inn" was.

She rattled off a list of options and Varian just randomly picked one out; having zero knowledge about any of them.

"Pourrais-tu...oh what's the French word for telephone?" Varian dug back into his pocket and pulled out the cell phone and mimicked making a phone call.

"Appeler au téléphone?" The woman suggested.

"Oui, Yes, thank you. So it's the same word hun? Neat. Uh, pouvez-vous appeler au téléphone l'auberge pour moi et réserver une chambre? Oh, s'il te plaît."

"How many? Une?" The woman asked while holding one finger up in the air.

"One? Oui. I only need one room." He responded back. "Oh and, seulement pour une nuit."

She nodded and confirmed the booking.

"Merci." Varian said and then walked back over to where Honey Lemon sat.

"I got us a room for the night." He said as he gathered up their shopping bags. "Turns out Fred won't be here until the morning."

Honey Lemon frowned at that but didn't argue. "Where is it?"

"Don't know, some place called the Regency Montmartre. I'm sure the cab driver will know." And with that they made to leave.

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"Okay, here we are." Varian said as he opened the door to the hotel room

The accommodation was a modest suite decorated in a light and rustic style. As soon as you entered the door there was a bathroom to your right with brass fixtures and a stone tiled shower. On the left was the closet and beyond it the bedroom with a sliding shuttered door that separated it from the rest of the suite. In the sitting area in front of them was a small couch, more of a loveseat really, made of wood with a cream futon cushion on top and a matching coffee table in front of it. In the right most corner of the room was a desk made of the same light wood and a brass chair with a matching cream-colored cushioned seat. Next to it and in front view of the sofa was a pair of glass double doors leading to a balcony with sheer off-white curtains hanging over the windows.

"It's not too bad, is it?" Varian asked as they both entered.

However Honey Lemon let out a nervous "Ummm.." as she opened the sliding door to the bedroom. She hesitantly pointed at the single brass bed, also draped in matching ivory linen sheets.

"Of course." Varian said tightly. "I'll take the couch." He sighed as he dropped the bags on the floor and flopped onto the small sofa. He then brought a hand up to massage his eyes in irritation.

Honey Lemon just stood there shuffling her feet and watched him as she wrung her hands wondering what to do. Varian had been in a foul mood ever since Fred had called to tell them about the portal being broken.

His temper wasn't directed at her nor anyone in particular, she knew, but negativity always set Honey Lemon on edge. Especially if the person in question was usually upbeat and cheery like herself. Whenever tensions would arise, Honey Lemon always felt the need to smooth things over as quickly as possible.

"Well, it is a queen sized bed, maybe we can both sleep on it." she innocently suggested, looking for an agreeable solution. She didn't notice the surprised look on Varian's face as her problem solving skills kicked in and she rushed to the closet. "I bet they have extra sheets and pillows in here. Ah-ha!" She yelled in triumph as she pulled out said bedding and held it up. "See you can take one side with your own covers and I'll take the other side with the rest."

Varian however turned the idea down. "No, no, it's okay. The couch is fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I can sleep anywhere." And with that he went back to nursing his growing headache.

Honey Lemon bit her lower lip in worry. The sofa looked anything but comfortable. It might be okay for sitting in, but it was far too cramped to lay across and it wasn't very cushiony. It reminded her more of patio furniture than an actual couch.

She racked her brain for another way to cheer him up. "Well at least we get to spend more time in Paris." She said as she opened the doors to the balcony. From said balcony one could see the busy street below, the tightly packed buildings on the other side, and breaking up the skyline was the famous red windmill of the Moulin Rouge, all lit up in dusky twilight. "And the view is nice." She hopefully added.

Varian finally looked up. "Beautiful" he coarsely said.

Honey Lemon didn't know what he meant. He wasn't even looking at the window but staring past it, intently so. Varian was a hard person to read sometimes. His mind was like a puzzle box, hiding away formulas, inventions, grand schemes, and closely guarded secrets all while appearing earnestly simple and deceptively quaint in his stubbornly optimistic worldview. But there were moments, like when he was busy working on a project or, like when earlier with the painting at Louvre, he was reminded of his unpleasant past, the veil would drop and one could see the man underneath the boyish exterior. The intense focus, the no nonsense attitude, his searing gaze, and dark demeanor all bespoke of a person who grew up too fast and too harshly.

Honey Lemon couldn't help but shiver whenever he would look at her with such a serious glare, as if his piercing blue eyes were looking right through her and into her very soul. To further add to the confusion, the tone of his voice was always so sincere whenever he spoke and Honey Lemon honestly couldn't tell if his comments about the view were genuine, something told just to placate her, or a sarcastic quip.

But like always, when faced with something she didn't want to deal with, Honey Lemon just ignored the incident.

"I'm sorry" Varian hoarsely confessed in what had to be the tenth apology today at least. "I know I promised to get you back home on time and I know that my portal didn't work as well as I hoped it would. I swear the tests I ran before went off without a hitch. I just don't know what happened; if a screw came loose or if Fred pulled on the lever too hard, though probably not I used a titanium steel alloy to…"

Honey Lemon rushed over to him on the couch where he sat, interrupting his ramble. "It's okay. It was just an accident." She insisted as she knelt down and placed a comforting hand on his chest. "You couldn't help it."

Varian placed her hand in his but continued on with his apologetic speech. "I'll call Professor Granville, and explain to her everything. Tell her it's all my fault. I'm sure she can get you an extension on your final."

Honey Lemon pursed her lips as she debated about telling him the bad news, but he saw the trepidation in her face anyways.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"That might work for my chemistry final, but tomorrow was supposed to be my art finals at SFAI." She sadly told him.

"Oh." He said flatly as the light left his eyes and he proceeded to fall back onto the couch; this time staring up at the ceiling and dismay.

"Hey, I'm…I'm sure I could work something out with my art professors. Maybe write about my trip to the Louvre museum as extra credit or something." Honey Lemon couldn't tell if this encouragement was more for herself or for Varian, but she desperately hoped she sounded more confident than she actually felt.

Though it did seem to pull Varian out of his funk, if only just a little bit.

"You… you think so?"

She nodded yes, not trusting her voice to carry the lie.

"So you're not upset with me?"

"Nooo." She assured him. "Are.. are angry at Fred?"

"I mean, I'm a little annoyed, but no, I guess not. I'm more mad at myself then anything."

"Well, don't be." She smiled at him and for the first time since leaving Notre Dame that day, he returned it.

"So got a little more time in Paris, what do you want to do?" Varian asked her, changing the subject.

"I don't know." Honey Lemon laughed, just glad that the awkward atmosphere had dispersed. "I pretty much saw everything I wanted to see."

"Well, would you like to go to a show, or maybe dinner?" He suggested. "It's only 9:30, I bet we could still get a table somewhere. In fact I think the hotel has a restaurant attached."

He got up and walked over to the desk. There was a telephone on top and next to that a brochure listing the hotel's amenities.

"Yeah, it's called the Chez Francois;" he read, "sounds like one of those fancy multi-course fine dining experiences that the French love."

"Oooh! I can wear my new dress!" And with that Honey Lemon jumped up and started to search through the shopping bags for said gown.

"Okay, okay," Varian chuckled at her enthusiasm, "I'll call ahead and make reservations."

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The dining hall was much like the rest of the hotel. Antique opulence with just a hint of wear and tear around the edges. It was high class, but not in the same way that the seafood restaurant they had taken Aunt Cass to last week had been. It wasn't ostentatious. There was a 'lived in' feeling to the place; a history to it that said it's hayday was long past but its respectable reputation kept the patrons still coming.

Varian felt far more comfortable here, even if the only nice thing he had to wear was the new vest Honey Lemon had picked out for him. Of course he could have been dressed in rags and it still wouldn't have distracted from his good mood as he stole admiring glances at the girl on his arm.

Not that she noticed. Honey Lemon was too distracted by the surroundings and prospect of dining like French high society to pay much attention to Varian's stares.

She was practically vibrating with excitement and it took all of her control not to bounce from corner to corner of the room fawning over every little detail. The waiter sat them down at an intimate table for two, complete with candle light, and she fidgeted with the end of her frilly yellow skirt of her new dress as her head swerved every which way; drinking in the scenery. She literally could not keep still.

Varian softly laughed at her and knelt closer, "Happy?" He asked and Honey Lemon nodded her head enthusiastically which only caused Varian to suppress even more laughter. Nothing made him more happy than seeing her delighted face.

The waiter came back over and Varian ordered them dinner, not that there was much choice. The restaurant served a traditional seven course meal with predetermined dishes. All you did was specify any dietary restrictions or allergies. Varian requested the vegetarian option, knowing Honey Lemon would prefer that.

It wasn't long after that bread rolls were brought out, along with a bowl of mixed nuts for the L’Apéritif course. Their server also uncorked a bottle of champagne to go with the salty snacks.

Honey Lemon looked flustered and confused as the garçon poured the bubbly wine, but was far too timid to protest. However once the waiter was out of ear shot she hissed accusingly at Varian, "What about your promise?"

Varian looked taken aback, "What about it? I promised I wouldn't get drunk at parties anymore, this is just wine with dinner."

"But we're both under twenty-one." She whispered.

Varian unsuccessfully tried to stifle a laugh. "That's only in America. We're in Paris. No one cares here, the waiter didn't even ask for ID."

Honey Lemon rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Oh don't believe me?" Varian insisted, "Check online, see what the age restriction on wine is."

She did and to her chagrin, he was right. "Okay, just because it's technically sixteen here, doesn't mean you get to… to skirt around the rules like you always do."

"Moi?" Varian sarcastically asked as he barely contained his giggles. "Perish the thought dear lady. I assure you there is no rule bending here. You can barely even get tipsy off of a single glass of wine. Besides," He added with a sly smile, "you wanted the authentic French cuisine experience didn't you? You can't very well have cheese and wine without the wine, now can you?"

Honey Lemon chewed her lip before giving in. It was true, she had always wanted to know what real champagne tasted like. She sighed in defeat and then took a small sip of the fizzy drink. She immediately made a face as the bitter undertones of the wine hit her. It was nothing like she thought it'd be.

Varian burst out laughing at the grimace she made, finally losing all pretense of composure. For her part she tried to lightly but repeatedly whack him in the arm with a napkin to get him to shut up, but she was also breaking down in embarrassed giggles even as she tried her best to hide her half-hearted assault.

When they finally calmed down, Varian leaned over and quietly confessed to her, "I didn't order the wine. It just automatically came with the dinner."

She tried to give him an angry glare for his little trick but she couldn't maintain it for long and wound up snorting in laughter. Which only served to send them into another fit of giggles.

"You're awful." She teased.

"I know." He proudly admitted and then added with a laugh. "I'll order us some water if you don't want the wine."

From there dinner proceeded smoothly. Hors d'oeuvres with cheese stuffed figs and mushroom pate on blinis, traditional French onion soup, followed by a lime and mint sorbet to cleanse the palette, and then it was on to the main course, a simple Cassoulet au Gratin plated with a flourish.

It lacked the usual sausage Varian would have added if he was making it back home for himself, but there was something comforting in the cheesy bean and potato dish. In fact most of the meal had been very familiar to him.

French food was not uncommon in Corona. Queen Arianna had been French herself, hailing from the border kingdom of Lorraine, and thus had brought with her French customs, fashion, cuisine, and even the language itself. Supposedly both the nobility and peasantry alike had taken to their new foreign Princess with gusto and accepted the French fad eagerly.

Of course this was long before Varian was born, and the villages on the mainland, like in his own home, still held tightly to their Germanic traditions. But even after ascending the throne and reigning for over twenty years, the royalists on the island capital were still fascinated by the latest trends from Paris and whatever new fashionable interest the Queen took up.

She even had packed the court with French dignitaries, nobles, and servants; including the head chef. Varian could still see in his mind's eye the sniveling lump of a man looking very small and impotent standing before the Saporians. For upon securing the castle, Andrew had ordered the kitchen staff to prepare a victory feast; a grand full course meal fit for a king.

Everyone who had assisted in the previous battle was invited; Saporians, political prisoners, and any citizenry who had joined their side. Varian spotted a whole assortment of people in attendance from rich nobility out to save their own skins to poor put upon servants; like Helmut the tailor, who still held a grudge against the king for locking him in the stockade over nothing more than a mere mishap involving a torn robe.

But the guests of honor were the royals themselves. While everyone gorged themselves on meat and mead, that for some had been denied to them for many a year, the king and queen were seated at the middle of the enormous dining table and forced to eat nothing but the food served in their own dungeons. While Varian ate duck à l'orange, King Frederick had to chew on stale bread. When Andrew gave a toast in his wine filled goblet, Queen Arianna had to drink water from a wooden bowl. As the revolutionaries feasted upon rare and expensive sweets like chocolates and fruit filled pastries the crown was given gruel.

Varian did so relish Frederic's outrage at being served lobster as the 'traitors' fed themselves on the royals' prized venison. Though he couldn't help but feel a tad guilty whenever he spotted the Queen. Unlike her husband, who never stopped ranting and raving and made all manner of threats towards the rebels, Arianna carried herself in regal composure. She remained calm and untouchable even as the Saporian invaders heckled and bullied her. Nothing could get a rise out of her.

His shame turned to anger though when he remembered how she enabled Frederic's worst excesses. She may have been 'nice' and well mannered, but that didn't change the fact she benefited from her husband's violent persecution of the poor. Crouching his atrocities as being 'tough on crime' and ignoring her people's pleas for help might have made her more comfortable with Frederic's lies, but that didn't change the fact that Varian's father was still gone, nor the fact that he wasn't the only orphan that had been suddenly separated from their family in the past twenty years.

So it was with little regret that as the petty and spiteful feast wore down the last course was rolled out; coffee, tea, and cocktails. As Varian nursed his own 'le digestif' he watched the Saporian sorceress, Clementine, serve the royals her own special brew. After drinking which they knew no more of feasts, wars, kingdoms, or criminals. In fact they no longer knew anything at all.

Varian shoved this memory aside as he watched Honey Lemon devour her cucumber and tomato salad with great enthusiasm. He much preferred the present company at this banquet over the vengeful vagabonds and their gluttonous feast.

Honey Lemon, for her part, was far more impressed with the dinner than her date. As the server brought the charcuterie board for the cheese course, she couldn't help but express her admiration for the meal. "This is wonderful! I can't believe all the new foods I've gotten to try. Though I am starting to get full; how many courses are there in a traditional fancy dinner?"

"In this one, seven, but an actual traditional full course meal is like seventeen to eighteen courses." Varian answered.

Honey Lemon's eyes went wide. "My goodness, who on earth could ever eat that much food?"

Varian shrugged. "That's royalty for ya. They waste tons of food, even as their people struggle to grow their crops."

He bitterly spat out this last criticism of the elite, then quickly slapped on a smile when he caught Honey Lemon frowning at him in worry.

"Have you tried the Roquefort yet? Boy does that have a kick to it." He joked as he pretended as if he hadn't said anything at all about his past.

Honey Lemon let him pretend. It was easier that way.

Increasingly Corona sounded less and less like the fairytale world of her dreams and more like a nightmare; and as for Varian, he was most certainly not the perfect prince that she had first imagined him to be. Though he was still charming, disarmingly so.

Somehow, Varian always knew just what to say to get people to go along with his schemes. He had a knack for making bad ideas sound fantastic and convincing you that he had all the answers even when he couldn't be more lost himself. That was how she had wound up stranded in Paris, eating cheese and wine, as she missed all of her finals.

Honey Lemon's stomach dropped at the thought. Oh god, what was she going to say to her professors? Worst; what was she going to tell her mother? Her mom was paying for her tuition to both schools and she most certainly wouldn't approve of Honey Lemon failing her expensive art classes just to go galavanting around a forgien city with some boy. It didn't matter that she was technically eighteen now, nor that said boy was only a friend, her mother would still find a way to shame her for it. Mama Rodriguez was not one to approve of frivolities like boys over good grades.

Honey Lemon took another nervous swig of the wine as she tried to think of what excuse to tell her teachers and the woman who raised her. She immediately made another sour face as it tasted just as bitter as the last time she had tried it.

"You know you don't have to keep drinking that stuff if you don't like it." Varian teased.

Honey Lemon plastered on a wide grin as she tried to calm her nerves. "Hey, when in Paris…" she said as she held up the wine glass.

"When in Pairs…" Varian agreed and clinked his own glass against hers in a toast.

They both took a drink and Honey Lemon shut her eyes tightly as she forced herself to down the nasty concoction. Shoot, if she was going to get in trouble anyways she might as well live it up.

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Dinner ended with a sweet soufflé for dessert and coffee; which Honey Lemon preferred by far to the previous champagne. By the time everything was done and over with they were nearly midnight getting back to the hotel room.

Honey Lemon could barely contain her excitement as they made their way down the hall. She wanted to laugh, sing, and talk a mile a minute about everything and had to forcibly remind herself not to be too loud, that other guests were sleeping.

This jovial behavior was more due to her natural outgoing personality than any alcohol she may have consumed. Honey Lemon had had more water than wine to drink throughout dinner and Varian was so used to having a beer with most meals that the champagne barely fazed him. In fact neither of them had gotten even close to tipsy the whole night, and it was only the thrill of breaking the rules and getting away with it that made Honey Lemon so thoroughly giddy.

"I never had a day like today." She went on excitedly as Varian unlocked the door to the room. "It was just like out of a movie or a romance novel."

"Except for being stuck at the airport for two hours." Varian sarcastically quipped as he held the door open for her.

Honey Lemon shook her head with a wide grin on her face. She wasn't going to let Varian's usual snarkiness get her down.

"Even that was exciting, taking a trip in a cab to get there. It was like we were sightseeing. I even spotted the Sacré-Cœur Basilica on the way over here."

"What is it with you and churches? Are they a part of your normal romcom?"

"Well it's about the history behind them and the pretty architecture. Though I guess they might show up in a wedding scene." She mused as she sat down and took off her shoes.

Varian gave a chuckle. "Is that where your movie ends, with a grand wedding?"

Honey Lemon ignored his teasing. "Not in a cathedral," she said in all seriousness, "I would want an outdoor wedding."

"Oh and I guess you've got that all planned out already hun? Even before knowing who the groom will be." He joked.

"Every little girl ever plans her wedding out," Honey Lemon dismissed. "that and prom."

"What's prom?"

"Oh it's a big fancy dance you go to in high school. It's the one of the few real chances you get to dress up in an honest to goodness ball gown."

"You know you could just wear a ball gown whenever you wanted to. Nothing's actually stopping you." Varian pointed out.

"Oh sure, I'm just going to go to the grocery store in a hundred dollar full length dress." Honey Lemon snorted and she and Varian both broke down into more fits of laughter.

"Okay, okay," Varian coincided as he grabbed Honey Lemon by the hand and helped her up off the sofa. "So tell me what comes next in this fairytale dream of yours, hmm? How does the night end?"

Honey Lemon blushed, "Weelll…"

"Come on, you can tell me." He encouraged as he gripped her hand tighter and stepped closer to her, his Cheshire smile never leaving his face.

She was still taller than him, even without her heels on, but at least they were closer to eye level now and Varian could probably have kissed her easily if he had gotten the chance too.

But the cell phone rang once more, breaking the spell. Varian screwed up his face in irritation. He was going to smash the blasted thing before the trip was over with, he was sure of it.

"Hello." He answered as he stepped away from his crush. Nothing but static and garbled voices came from the other end. "I...I can't hear you. You're breaking up." he heaved a weary sigh as she turned the phone off.

"I'm going to go down to the lobby and try to call Hiro back." He told Honey Lemon. "I might be able to get better reception there."

"Okay," she nodded. "I'm going to shower while you're gone and get ready for bed." She let out a yawn as he shut the door behind him.

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Honey Lemon vigorously scrubbed her hair as she tried to wash away her embarrassment and anxiety. She still didn't know what to tell her professors at the art institute and now she'd just made a fool of herself with all that talk about romance and weddings.

Varian had been nice enough about it. He didn't seem to mind her fanciful musings and even his occasional teasing was done out of genuine camaraderie and not any malice. But he was just a friend, the same as Hiro or Fred. Life wasn't really a movie and he wasn't actually her dashing love interest. He wasn't Andre.

Now Honey Lemon just wanted to cry. She was supposed to have done all these things today with her high school sweetheart. Andre had been her first, well first everything, and she had honestly believed they would have been together forever.

Which was foolish, she knew. High school romances never lasted and they had both moved on. She hadn't even spoken to him in nearly a year. Oh, and how her mother would scold her for getting her silly head lost in such romantic notions and getting hung up on a boy.

"You should be getting your degree and a good job, not wishing your life away for some philandering baboso to come waltzing back and making a bunch of empty promises he doesn't intend to keep."

Mama had never approved of Andre, or of any man who caught her daughter's eye. She didn't want her precious little girl making the same mistakes she had made growing up.

Honey Lemon knew she meant well and that she was probably right about needing to focus on school first, but it was still stifling to listen to.

Honey Lemon sighed as she turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her. There was nothing else to do. She'll just have to keep her Parisian excursion a secret from her mother. So long as she didn't let her grades dip, that would be easy enough to do, but if her missed finals did damage to her GPA she'd have to come up with a pretty creative lie to tell the family matriarch, and Honey Lemon was a terrible liar.

She changed into her regular shirt and tights and flopped on the bed. Whatever was she going to do?

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Varian dragged himself back up the stairs to the hotel room. His conversation with Hiro had been exhausting. The other boy hadn't even really wanted anything, he was just sick of Fred's monster movies and wanted to complain to Varian again.

It has been the usual lecture about not thinking things through with the additional snide jabs at his attempts to romance Honey Lemon going awry.

"When are you going to wake up, man? She is so out of your league." Hiro snorted. "Oh by the way, I updated the terms of our agreement. You're now my personal butler for two weeks, cause I just had to sit through Kentucky Kaju vs Mothman and it is baaaad. Like the worst movie I've ever seen baaaad."

Varian rolled his eyes but didn't try to argue back. He was in no position to weasel his way out of it either, not when Hiro could tell Aunt Cass about his little cross-continental trip.

He didn't care about his aunt finding about his failed date, indeed he might even just ask her for relationship advice cause nothing he tried was working, but he didn't want Aunt Cass finding out about the portal yet. He wasn't ready to tell her about trying to return to Corona. That would just be a huge mess and both boys knew it. As far as their aunt was concerned, Varian was simply working on some new form of clean transportation and nothing more.

He was greeted by the sound of snoring as he opened the door. He quietly shut again behind him and tiptoed over to the bedroom.

"Honey Lemon?" He questioningly called out as he poked his head around the sliding door.

She was dressed in her usual clothing, minus the shoes and cardigan, and sprawled out on the bed fast asleep. Her wet hair was splayed out on the pillow in dark ringlets and a bit of drool was on the corner of her mouth.

His heart melted at the sight.

Honey Lemon was obsessed with fairy tales and unrealistic romances. She wanted grand gestures and to be swept off her feet by a knight in shining armor; ironically ignoring the fact that she herself fit that very descriptor.

And Varian was only too pleased to provide this to her when he could, but for him these were the moments he lived for; the mundane, the ordinary, the unflattering and uncompromising truth that belied the fantasy.

She was real. Not a dream come true, nor a happily ever after ending, but a person. A kind, caring, complex and beautifully flawed human being who actively chose to spend time with him, of all people, and no storybook princess or Hollywood heroine could compare to that.

She interrupted his thoughts as she gave a particularly prodigious snore and turned to lay on her belly, "Pass the bead please…" she hummed in sleep before snuggling with her pillow. It took everything Varian had not to burst out laughing as happiness welled up inside him. She was ridiculous. She was perfect. He thought her even prettier here than she had been at the cathedral shining in the sunlight.

He went to the closet and pulled out the extra blanket. He threw on top of her and whispered, "Dors bien" as he grabbed the extra pillow and laid down on the couch.

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Six o'clock came far too soon. Varian didn't want to wake up and Honey Lemon really didn't want to get up. He had to practically drag her out of bed, by her feet, just to get her to open her eyes. Only for her to flop back down as he gathered up the rest of their things.

"Come on Honey Lemon, if you don't get up I'll have to carry you."

"Then carry me." She sleepy replied.

She didn't think he'd actually pick her up. But he did and she found herself being cradled in his arms along with their assortment of shopping bags as he strode out the door.

That woke her up.

Honey Lemon knew she didn't weigh much but Varian didn't seem to even acknowledge the difference between her and the paper bags full of much lighter clothes. He was stronger than he looked.

She insisted on being put down and he obliged once they reached the elevator. He handed her her shoes and sweater and after putting these on she took half of the bags. Then they were off.

They grabbed a quick coffee and croissant at the airport, and ran to meet with Fred and Hiro as their plane touched down.

"Welcome to Frederickson airlines," Fred said in a mockingly polite tone, "I hope you enjoy your flight. We have an in flight movie at nine and a mini bar complete with airline peanuts and your choice of coffee, tea, or limited addition Kentucky Kaju gatorade."

"Do you have a bed?" Honey Lemon yawned.

"Right this way, miss." Fred motioned her to follow him to the designated napping area on the plane as he pretended to play stewardess.

Varian and Hiro watched them board as they stood at the bottom of the stairs. Hiro gave Varian a smarmy smile.

"So Romeo how did it go?" He asked

Varian only gave him a warning glare, Hiro ignored it. "I told you." He shrugged, "Out of you league."

"Ferme ta bouche" Varian angrily shot back and Hiro didn't need to know French to understand he was being told to shut up.

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The ride home went as smoothly as could be expected. Varian called Granville before it got too late and she gave them all extensions.

While she didn't approve of the reckless misuse of Varian's invention she was nonetheless still very impressed with his progress. He was sure to get an A in his final project, working return switch or no, and as for Honey Lemon, Granville assured her that she would speak with SFAI's headmaster personally and try to smooth things over with her art teachers.

Honey Lemon nearly cried with relief. Sure she may have to do some extra work to make up for the lost assignments but that meant she could circumvent her mother's prying questions.

After that phone call the mood on the plane lightened considerably and the teens had a good time playing videos and watching cheesy sci-fi movies on the long flight back.

They touched down in San Fransokyo at around ten that night and Heathcliff drove them all home. As Honey Lemon was being dropped at her apartment Varian got out and walked her to the door.

"Look I just wanted to say I'm sorry again."

"For what?"

"For getting us trapped in Paris."

"Say that again."

"I'm sorry I got us trapped in Paris?"

"In Paris." Honey Lemon emphasized for him. "You took us to Paris, France and it was amazing! There's nothing to apologize for."

"Really?" Varian awkwardly but hopefully smiled at her. "So I didn't screw anything up this time?"

"No." She shook her head with a laugh and returned his grin. "I had a fun time, but I need to go and prepare for tomorrow. I got five finals to make up."

"Yeah, I got three, though I think I've already past one of them with this Paris fiasco. Not sure how that happened."

Honey Lemon snorted, "You built a working portal, you'll never have to worry about failing school ever again. Granville would pass you with honors in everything if it meant making the inventor of portal tech an alumni."

Varian didn't know how to feel about that, not the least of which because he didn't think deserved the credit for inventing said portals, but he didn't press the matter. Instead he told her goodnight and walked back to the limo, not noticing the piercing eyes stalking him from the shadows of the alleyway.

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Top 12 Christmas Episodes!

Merry Christmas Eve Everybody! We’ve reached the end of my christmas reivews and what not on this blog.

But as a wise barrel chested canadian man once said, I fucking love christmas, So if i’m finishing up the holiday on my blog I want to go big and stay home. So in honor of the holiday, my memories of it and just how GREAT it makes me feel i’m counting down my top 12 christmas specials! After last year’s worst of list I really wanted to do the oppsiite.. but it was naturally a lot harder. Shows usually put a LOT of effort into their christmas outings, even the ones who do so once a year, so the good FAR FAR OUTWEIGHS THE BAD. To show the contrast I could only find like.. 8 I was comfortable with putting on the worst list and even some of them aren’t that bad just not good. With the best of list? I had over 60 considered and even once I started narrowing down.. it was still around 30 or 40 REALLY GOOD specials I had to work down into this list. It took a lot of work and up to the last one it was really HARD to cut it down this far. But this is the best of the best of the best of the best of the.. you get the bit. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover and this review was already supposed to come out on christmas eve, so, since I won’t be able to use this for another year...

Er. Top 12 Christmas Specials.

12. Merry Christmas Johnny Rose (Schitt’s Creek) So I finally watched all of Schitt’s Creek this year.. and i’m kicking myself for not powering through it’s terrible starting decent ending first season earlier because the show is easly one of the best comedies of the last decade and rightly earned it’s emmy sweep this year. Heartfelt, hilarious, and starring some of the best names old and new in comedy, the show is really great and I recommend checking it out.. just again be aware the first few episodes are not very good and if it wasn’t vital to the rest of the show story wise, i’d just recommend skippping season 1. While the characters minus patriach Johnny are insuferable at first... it’s their growing from self absorbed assholes to still self abosrbed but really good and decent people that is the beating heart of the show. And no where more is this heart on the show’s sleve than at christmas time as this episode is baked in just how far our cast have come.

The episode centers on Johnny Rose, played by Eugene Freaking Levy who co created the show with his equally talented son Dan who desrves the lion’s share of the credit for the show’s upturn in quality. Since the Roses used to have big lavish christmas parties once a year, Johnny decides to throw the equilvent of what they can do on a budget at the Motel they all live in. But his family all has other plans with daughter Alexis, now happily with Ted again, meeting his friends for the first time, son David, played by Dan Levy, busy at his store with his partner, in both senses, patrick and his wife Moira having a performance with her acapella group. At first it just comes off as something typical of johnny: Something well meaning and what not but ultimatley just not something his family is into or that he planend well for.

It’s only when Johnny finds himself alone at the local diner with Moira coming to see him we find out why he’s REALLY doing this: the old lavish parties, which we see one of at the start.. ultimately ended up with him alone, sad and everyone off to their own corners. WIth the family having actually come together over the past 4 seasons, Johny simply wanted to celebrate that and says such in one of the best moments in the entire show and with one hell of a line.

"I just thought, in spite of all the hardship, we found ourselves coming together, the kids, you and me, as a family. And it just seemed like the perfect day to celebrate that. The perfect day for a Rose Family Christmas Party." But Moira has already taken care of it and thus takes JOhnny home to find all their friends and the rest of the family gathered, wtih the Jazzagals serandading eveyrone with a beautiful rendition of silent night. It’s just a warm, well done character piece that really fits the holiday while also really cementing what the show had become: a show not afraid to make dirty jokes or humilatie it’s cast but one that has a true sweetness to it. It’s only that the first half’s jokes don’t quite pop all that well and feel a bit at johnny’s expense that holds it back. Otherwise this is one i’ll be coming back to every year.

11. Father of the Bob (Bob’s Burgers) Bob’s Burgers is a damn great show i’m season’s behind on. Warm, charming, weird and with an expansive side cast played by a whos who of whose in comedy today. It’s a damn fine show and i’m happy it seems to have manatained it’s quality long after the simpsons and family guy lost theirs. And the show really loves christmas.. and halloween.. and valentine’s day.. and thanksgiving. Oh god does it love thanksgiving. Point is, the shows good at holiday episodes and loves doin em and has produced some stellar ones and I had a lot to pick from here.. but I ended up going with my gut and my personal faviorite. It’s not the most christmasy despite the trappings, but the character work is just too good to leave it out in the cold. It’s Christmas Eve and the Belcher’s are visiting Bob’s Dad. As you can tell by the fact the most we’ve seen of him is a picture of his restraunt, big bob’s diner in the belcher’s living room and a flashback where he told bob to work instead of play as a kid that set off an episode’s plot, they don’t have the best relationship. Bob has a firm rule about not spending more than 15 minutes with his dad, as that’s the point they run out of things to talk about and his dad starts getting overcrytical and making jabs at bob’s life and restraunt. Linda, being Linda, decides to meddle and when she finds out Big Bob’s short order cook is missing, has our Bob fill in. But as we see in flash backs it’s not THAT easy to repair things, as there’s a long, bitter history between the two: When a youngbob made his first unique burger and served it to a customer, his dad threw it out without even letting anyone taste it. He then offered bob a partnership when bob was a young man but Bob snapped at Big Bob in front of his friends and left to make burgers his own way, leading to where we are now. And honestly i’ts the perfect origin story for Bob and adds a lot of shades to his character. He’s obessed with the restraunt not just because he genuinely loves cooking but because it’s HIS. His place, to create creative burgers, his family and his regulars. It’s his corner of the sky. It makes the restraunt’s existance and surivvial that much more heartwarming to know the meaning behind it.

Naturally things end up blowing up with Bob pointedly serving the burger to make a point and Big bob walking out angrily and sadly. It takes bob’s gift from the kids, who had their own neat subplot of making gifts for bob in the basement, a snowglobe wrapped in newspaper.. to find out hsi dad kept the newspaper with the review of his first restraunt and kept ALL reviews of Bob’s Burgers. Despite being a stone faced critical ass on the outside, Big BOb STILl cared.. and bob relizes he needs to make amends and actually make an effort instead of just avoiding his dad or gettin gback at him. And through the power of gay club next door line dancing, and nick offerman whose a wonderful guest star here, the two reconcile with Bob admitting he shouldn’t of humilatied his dad even if he had to go his own way, and Big Bob admitting he’s hard to work with, the loss of his wife hit him hard, and he was a bit too much. The two hug, and it’s genuinely just a good, well done story of father and son that somehow gives even more dimension to Bob, an already pretty damn fleshed out character. Just a really great episode whose holiday timing makes it better.. though not being AS much a holiday episode as a really good bob’s burgers that’s enhanced by it is why this one’s so low. Next!

10. Santa Claus Conquers the Martians (MST3K) I”m honestly surpised i’ts taken me THIS long to get to something MST3K related. I’ve loved the show since high school, first exposed to it thanks to a dvd from the library and continuing from there to present day. I love the show’s combination of riff’s on perfectly cheesy movie and fun skits with really good puppets especially for the budget. It’s just good comfort food in show form and no where is comfort food more welcome than christmas, and each era of MST3K, so far hopefully the show will come back again eventually, has had i’ts own damn good christmas special, with this being my faviorite out of the three.

The other two are good: ironically I have a poster for the santa claus over my computer, or rather crow and tom as santa and pitch aka satan respectively. Yes really, that’s the premise. IT is as awesome and batshit insane as it sounds. Point is I like that one and year without a santa claus, this one just has more personal warmth to me. I jus tlove the holiday feeling of joel and the bots readying for christmas in the host segments. It just feels like christmas and it’s wonderful to see the bots act like kids. That being said.. it’s still also fucking hilaroius, with the mad’s hilariously petty wish squisher, a device that turns good gifts into socks and other unwanted presents, the best Crow T Robot quote of all time as he gives joel his santa wish

And of course, one of the best and most patently insane christmas songs ever: Have Yourself a Patrick Swayze christmas, which has become oddly sweet after his death and got me to watch road house for the first time last year... and it’s as awesome and wonderfully rediclous as this song inspiried by it and even better once you get the refrences

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But while the host segments are what push this film into the list, the movie is still a delightful bit of 60′s cheese as, to restore their children to being children, a couple of martians kidnap santa to bring christmas to mars. Fights iwth robots, an asshole martian and an obnoxious sidekick named droppo, yes really, insue. IT’s just some fun cheese for the holiday and a staple of my holidays.

9. The Three Wise Men (Letterkenny) It’s no secret Letterkenny has quickly become one of my faviorite shows. After watching it last January, it’s become part of my being and one of my go too feel good shows, a funny as hell, uniquely weird slice of life show set in rural canada. While like it’s fellow recent legend of canadian television Schitt’s creek it’s first season CAN be a bit rough.. but it’s not as rough and getting through it is worht it as the show immiedatly picked up and became one of the funniest things to ever exist. It’s also uniquely tied to christmas as every year a season of the show has dropped on that day on it’s home streamer Crave TV in canada, and on boxing day here in the us. So it’s only fitting the show also has a REALLY great christmas special.

It’s Christmas eve and our heroes the hicks, are having a christmas party. For the uniniated the hick’s aren’t really all that “hick” ish just hardworking farmers who still accept everybody and work damn hard. Leading man, terse talker and certified badass Wayne is suprisingly really into christmas, as he spent pretty much every holiday spouting out inacuracies about it but this day? He genuienly enjoys, even insiting on awful holiday drinks only and a midnight toast, the titular three wiseman (Canadian, irish and American Whiskeys, one shot of each). “It’s tradition”. And thanks to tradition we get the main gag of the episode: most of the episode is wayne calling in various members of the town, most of whom he dosen’t like very much and some who deeply annoy him, to give them presents. And while i’ve admitted to being a guy who dosen’t like a plot that basically repeats itslef.. it works here.. mostly because while the setup is the same, each member provides something new and hilarious: while it starts innocently enough with Bonnie Mcmurray, local fanservice, nice lady and fangirl of wayne, getting a camera and offering to be an elf, an offer wayne is forced to take up, it soon becomes a parade of weirdness and bullshit Wayne really dosen’t want to put up with and that really makes me laugh hard: Local loveable sex maniac and bar owner Gail goes on for a good minute about her sexual antics with Wayne’s beloved departed uncle eddie after Wayne gives him a picture of the guy, Glenn, another of wayn’es unwanted admirers and local pastor, obsesses over a christmas themed digeredoo, local druggies and emos the skids intitally refuse to open their gift out of prinicpal until wayne simply asks “What if theres drugs in it” (It’s insted vitamin d), the local hockey coach sings a hilarious and gloriously cringe song about having sex with his wife when they were alive and the hockey players make wayne uncomfortable both by crying a bit. Also tanis gets an apron.

But even if the reactions horrify or piss off our hero into needing his elf’s help, the heart is in the fact that despite hating most of these people, he still got them a gift and one that’s hearfelt and well meaning. And naturally the sweetest is saved for his family of choice with the hicks: Squirrely Dan gets a pencil case for his oft talked about women’s studies class, Dary gets some clonge since he wears his barn clothes everywhere, and Katy gets an obscure korean christmas movie since her subplot that episode had been spent trying to get a christmas movie going, only for everyone to pick it apart: from the racisim of santa and co towards rudolph to pointing out how profoundly fucked up the premise of the santa claus is (including the fact various serial killers could’ve gotten the suit), which I agree with, it’s just a sweet gesture that shows how well he knows his friend. Overall it’s just a fun hangout of an episode that feels like a real christmas party and in these troubling times we could all use that. Now let’s all have a spit.

8. The Feast of Alvis (Sealab 2021) Another Christmas staple for me.. and a gloriously strange one at that. This time we’re checking under the sea with Sealab 2021, one of the earliest adult swim shows and the blueprint for the abriged series format, it took a dry hannah barbara show about an underwater research station and remixed it into the antics of a bunch of idiots and lunatatics throughuly unequipped for the task. Except Dr. Quinn, the only sane person aboard.. most of the time. It was comedy gold courtsey of Adam Reed, creator of the later Frisky Dingo, a throughly underated show, and Archer, which is like Frisky Dingo but refined into it’s truest and most sucessful form. It was magical and just talking about it makes me want to talk about it again at some point, probably in a best of list. So naturally this madcap energy was perfect for the holidays. Originally the crew planned to use ACTUAL religions for this, but were forced by network to change it.. which ended up being one of those cases where the network ended up actually making the right call as the creators instead created thinly veiled substute for the various religions... and centered it around Alavanism, which is christianity.. but if christ was instead born in the us at some point, and instead of being a pacifist, was a drunken beligernt gun loving redneck who shot a guy in the face, has “vengance is mine” as one of his quotes (from said face shooting) and still had pomp and circumstance as part of his holiday. Helping this though is our Alvian for the evening is Captain Murphy, the series best character and often the center of it’s best moments, played by the wonderful and sadly late Harry Goz, a half crazed half chidlish cloud cuckoolander who often comes off like a demanding child in an old man’s body. So naturally this holiday is for him and even more naturally he’s holding a massive alvis day cermeony that’s as batshit as he and his religion are in the main deck: he’s got buffalo, a buffet that’s deeply unsanitary, and a hallogen light mimickign the alvistide star that he wants to plop a baby under. Naturally no one else is happy about this. Well Stormy, local hilarious dumbass, is as the only other alvian on board for this, and a general sucker for dumb shenanigans but he’s so plastared he’s even less coherent than usual and can mostly muster the desire to kick something’s ass or a weak “shut up” Most of all Quinn and his girlfriend debbie, who point out religious tolerance is a part of the sealab charter and that this kind of grotesuqe celebration really isn’t in season. I’ts also a nice dig at “War on Christmas Assholes”, long before that was as big a problem with Muprhy very much being the asshole and his cleebration rapidly crumbling. He also attempts to fire Sparks for being a wiccan stand in so yeah he deserves it. It’s all capped in Muprhy getting visted by a drunken halucination of his lord. All in all easily one of the best and most insane christmas specials ever put to film. If you have HBO Max watch it today or tommorow you will NOT regret it.

7. Arnold’s Christmas (Hey Arnold) A classic of my childhood, Hey Arnold is one of the best animated shows period. It’s something i’m not shy about saying, I bleivie I said it in my thanksgiving list and i’ll say it quite a bit. It’s not PERFECT, it has it’s flaws.. but it’s still damn good and the golden standard for slice of life shows.

This episode naturally is one of it’s best and, while I didn’t catch as a kid the signifigance or what this was about, touches on of all things the vietnam war and the children who were helicoptered out. In a heart destroying story, Mr. Winn, one of Arnold’s boardinghousemates, reveals he has a daughter he has no idea where she is as to give her a better life, he made sure she got on one of those helicopters as an infant. While he was able to immigrate later, he never found her. Arnold being our own personal jesus, refuses to let this stand and goes out of his way to figure it out and goes on a quest that seemingly ends in failure. It falls on Helga to save the day as Helga actually gets what she wanted from her parents, a pair of nice boots, and gets the rare moment where they actually acknoledge her.. but loving arnold and seeing the noblility in his quest.. she gives it up. Just to make someone elses’ dream come true. He may never know who did it and tha’ts okay. An utterly heartwarming and heartbreaking episode. Nuff said.

6. Santa Claus is Comin To Town Speaking of classics this is how you do a santa origin story. Not the first or last i’d see, and we’ll get to one of those in a moment. While i’m not a huge fan of Rankin Bass’ other big hit with Rudolph, this one really hits the spot for me and is only this low because it’s pacing is really slow at points. Otherwise this special is near flawless, looks good and holds up today. As I said this is a good Year One for santa establishing how he became immortal, how he met the elves, he was raised by them, how he started giving out toys, how he met mrs claus you know all the stuff you’d ask about. To me what really sells it the best though is Mickey Rooney as Santa. While I had no idea who played him till literally writing this article in my mind his earnesness, kindness and genuine nature just.. fit the old elf to me even as a young man and everything from his humble beginings to his wanting to help children just out of kindness to his teaching an old man to dance to his romance just feels.. genuine and warm like christmas should. It just makes me feel good and like others on this list.. FEELS like christmas if that makes any sense. Not a lot else to say. Burger Meister Meisterburger isn’t the best vilian, but it was the early 70′s and we weren’t quite to diamond levels of complex interesting villians just yet so fair enough. Baiscally I don’t have a TON to say about this special in short, I may review it next year, we’ll see, but it’s really good, really fun and sometimes simple just works I guess? Speaking of stop motion..

5. Abed’s Uncontrollable Christmas (Community) I love a good sitcom. I haven’t shared that love enough on here, I should try and change that at some point, but I do, as a fourth of this list should make crystal clear. So while sadly some of my faviorites like Brooklyn Nine Nine, Parks and Rec and Roseanne didn’t make the cut, Community thankfully did. Community is a show that’s really damn good and had THREE awesome Christmas episodes. All three, all winners and all in contention for some time. Regional Holiday music just barely didn’t make the cut. But ultimately I went with the best of the best, the most creative, most character driven, and most intresting. And the one that in Community’s traditional style, decided to take a spin on an old genre. In this case Abed, the study groups resident pop culture junkie, guy who thinks in tropes and future Huey Duck, is seeing everything in stop motion and may get thrown out of school as a result. With his friends deeply worried, they turn to Greendale’s local psychologist and british areshole Professor Duncan, played by my spirtual father John Oliver. ALL HAIL THIS MAN

Duncan takes the two into Abed’s fantasy and thus into a rankin bass special where Abed slowly weeds out his friends and tries to get rid of Duncan, whose naturally only intrested in proving a case. It’s a fun, chaotic ride including christmas pterodactyls, and the cast all in bizzare forms based on what Abed thinks of htem. it’s really damn creative and beauitfully animated at that. Naturally like most of these what clinches it is the heart and soul. We find out towards the end WHy this happened: Abed’s mom is spending christmas with her new family instead of him and it’s broken him to not be able to watch specials like they do> Thus the group rally behind their friend, beat duncan in a wonderful christmas number and watch specials with their buddy, as the weird ass family some of whom have or will make out, they are.

4. A Charlie Brown Christmas With my love of comic strips and sentiment, it should suprise absolutely no one this is on here. I love peanuts and have only grown to love it more over hte years for it’s mealancholy, finely constructed cast and weird bits people forget about like Snoopy’s disco phase, that really damn good arc where his house burned down, his brother stealing his fiance only to have her stolen from him, the fact Lucy threw Linus out once, that peppermint patty was once held back a grade and her snores took her place at her desk, the fact there was a character named 5, Charlie Brown and Linus’ friend roy who introduced peppermint patty to the cast, the fact a character named crybaby boobie exists, the fact there are specials devoted to a pastiche of call of the wild, a friend of linus’ getting cancer, and Flashbeagle. Just flashbeagle.

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It is glorious. And I really need to add that to my review queue.. maybe for late january. Seriously, tis glorious. And I OWN this one. So yeah. What were we talking about? Oh yes the special that made all the specials, especially flashbeagle, possible: A Charlie Brown Christmas This one has always been part of my life, but even beyond it’s signifigance to me, having grown up with it and grafted it to my soul, it’s just .. good. It has some good commentary on the consumrisim of the holiday with Charlie Brown rightly a bit upset about it and ending up roped into directing a christmas play. Great gags, and charlie brown trying to stick up for a scragly tree no one enlse likes insue. Oh and scripture as this is probably the only overtly religious special on the list. Not that ther’es anything wrong with not being religious and celebrating christmas: i’m not anymore but I still do and while I respect people who celebrate the holiday int he spirit of christ I have none for people who bash anyone who dosen’t just see it religiously and whose over zealous about it. Your just as bad as war on christmas people and you should feel bad. But yeah overal it’s just an inconic special whose clunkyness in production and audio just adds some charm to it. It shows it’s age.. but only in the animation and production values, which is just.. charming. It’s message is timeless, it’s characterization is perfect as you’d expect from peanuts in it’s prime, and i’ts ending is truly heartmelting. If you’ve never seen this one.. just go do that. I can wait.

3. How Santa Stole Christmas! (Ducktales) I”ll be brief on this one as, since it only aired a few weeks ago, i’ve already done a full review on it. But I will justify why such a recent special is this high up: because it’s just that good. It may of JUST been aired, but it’s as good as anything else here and age dosen’t matter. Quality does. There will likely be future specials worth this list i’m sure but for this moment in time this one earns it. It has Santa perfectly charactrized and tells an utterly heartrending story of friendship that ends up ending simply because the two are moving in opposite directions and of Scrooge learning the meaning of christmas. Not thorugh the ghosts, they already brilliantly messed with that one. It’s just really fantastic, gets the christmas spriit perfectly and uses the characters just as flawlessly. I will defintely be watching this one every year. Just a warm, creative, funny as hell special.

2. Comfort and Joy (Justice League) Speaking of reviews I held off reviews of my final two so I could save more thoughts here. I probably still will review them eventually, especially this one, I just felt i’d be repeating myself or have to be brief like the last one. But yeah this one slaps. The Justice League cartoon is easily one of the best superhero cartoons, if not superhero properties, period. Taking the base already built in from the previous three dcau cartoons, this one builds out the world and expands it , and introduced a young me to my lifelong loves of Martian Manhunter, The Flash and especailly the green lanterns with John Stewarts badass reciting of the oath easily etched in my brain. The only reason he isn’t my faviorite lantern is because mogo exists.. aka the lantern that is a living planet.

You can see why. But yeah Jon stuck in my mind. So it’s probably no suprise that the christmas special heavily featuring all three. It’s Christmas Time and after the league stops it’s usual disaster, they head off for their usual holiday activities. Batman and Wonder Woman are missing, but it’s fine. While I love both, especailly DCAU Batman, the episode is probably better off not trying to shove them in there just for the sake of it. One of the show’s greatest strength’s was character ballance, not forcing EVERY member of the big 7 into every episode and just using whose needed and shuffling them in and out FAR BETTER than say, Ducktales. Point is this, much like being loved by anyone, was not unusual and it makes the episode tighter. Even more so since this is the ONLY half hour episode in the first two seasons, the rest are basically hour long episodes split into two parters, though still paced for being two episodes so it’s good.. and three movie length three parters for the premire, and the season finales. Fun Fact: As a kid I missed starcrossed and thus had to find out second hand, and barely at that, why hawkgirl was gone at the start of unlimited. I still have not seen it. I will correct this eventually. It was a diffrent time.

So yeah this episode not only has a main character cast of 6, with 3 other major supporting characters, but is handily split into three amazing plot lines. The first has Green Lantern try to teach Hawkgirl how to have christmas fun by playing on a snowy world, while Hawkgirl takes him to a bar to show how she celebrates.. i.e. getting hammered and starting a fight. Nanananana, she’s gonna start a fight. It’s a fun really sweet segment, and some nice ship tease between the two. The other two though are what make this special.. not that the first one is bad these two are just really inspiried for the characters involved: For the Flash, who in this series is both Wally and a bit of a smug quipster.. we see beneath the ego and flirting he’s really a sweet, caring guy and spends his christmas finding a toy for the orphans in this case a rapping duck.

Not QUITE as embarassing btu close. He runs into the Ultra Humanite whose destroying the toys because he hates the comercialism and how it dumbs things down for the kids. Have I mentioned that I love the Ultra Humanite? Because I do.. the animated version. The comics version is REALLY fucking creepy but this version? He’s fucking great, an intellectual whose a formidable threat.. and honestly sympathetic. His motive here, while misguided, is well meaning and his price for selling out the injustice gang and going back to jail quitely? one of the best gags in human history. Getting PBS to say “This program was supported by viewers like you.. and the ultra humanite” He’s just awesome and i’ts a shame he never returned for unlimited. His comic version, while not BAD is just.. not NEARLY as intresting or deep and I wish the comics would have him take after this version. And that depth shows as once he learns what was going on, he willingly helps flash and simply reprograms the duck to recite the nutcracker. It’s a really nice gesture, that flash returns by giving his foe a christmas tree. Really good stuff. And I saved the best for last. Heading home for the holidays, Clark takes Jonn with him since otherwise he’d be stuck at the watchtower and batman was apparnetly “Begging” for duty. Granted one wonders what his surrogate dad and adopted sons think but odds are alfred would just drag them up there anyway no mater how much Dick protested. And of course Alfred has watchtower clearance, he’s alfred: he’s the only one besides Diana looking out for bruce.. and no I don’t buy the bullshit from the batman beyond comics that never happened. And Clark too, this is true... but it takes a village to get bruce to go the fuck to sleep and most of that villiage is alfred. And if your wondering “wait won’t he be in danger”... the only thing that can kill this man is apparently bane. He’s survivied earthquakes, poisonings, turning into a supervillian via radaition induced crazies, yes really, apparently dying leading to the supervillian thing, being stabbed, being shot at, having to help raise damien... my point is the guy’s been through a lot in comics, I doubt the dcau version is any less resilent and god damn I miss this old man. Salute alfred, salute. Where was I oh yeah, Clark insists on taking John home. And it’s stuff like this why I freaking love superman. Many dismiss him as corny, unrelaistic or boring.. all untrue. Sure he’s a boyscout, but he’s meant ot resprsent the best in mankind, what we can truly be powers or no, what we can achieve and the kind of moral, kind person we can be. He’s an inspiration for us all. And this kind of act is what shows that: his response to one of his friends having nowhere to go on christmas and not having been around the holiday? Take him to his house to share in the warmth and love. And Clark’s parents here show WHY he’s the hero he is and why I freaking love them in all flavors.. except Zack Snyder flavor and even then tha’ts only for Pa “Letting people die is the right thing to do now i’m going to throw myself into a tornado to prove that” kent. But it’s christmas so i’m not here to bitch about zack snyder and if you want that in full, you can pay for it. My point is they show, as they should how he became the moral paragon he is: they meet a man from mars, who they’ve never met and their son just invited.. and welcmoe him without a thought. While this isnt’ their first alien obviously, and they say so, it’s still really sweet they just warmly welcome the man in and give him their surrogate daughter/their sons’ biological cousin’s room while sh’es away. Oh Kara’s away conveniently skiing with barbra. Also she lives with them in this continuity. Also maybe that’s where dick is. I dunno, but I hope so. Dickbabs for life.. depending on the continuity. I”m still dick and star for life in the titans cartoon. Point is we get nice of sweet, and hilaroius, holiday stuff: Jonn is suprised to see this side of clark: while he’s always warm and inviting as Clark.. he can also be relaxed, enjoy the holiday and get real spirited. For one day he dosen’t have to be superman. He can just be clark. Evne superman can take a day off.. and he’s superman, he desrves one. Let Bruce and Diana take care of it after they finish marathon sex and Diana finshes with Cheetaah and Maxwell lord. But yeah as I was saying hilarious as we find out clark used to peak and they had to, and still do, line it with lead foil to make sure he can’t peak, and Martha gives John a sweater, saying his company is all they need for a gift and when it’s a bit big he charmingly grows into it. Jonn also walks among the humans a bit and we get a great little bit of him sneaking down a chimney after hearing the thorughts of a girl whose worried santa isn’t real. It’s just all great stuff that cumilates in Jonn joyfully singing a song in his native tounge while stroking Kara’s cat Streaky.. who sadly does not have a cape or super powers in this universe. Yet. Just a really good superhero story, a damn fine christmas story and one of the best episodes of a stellar show that thankfully is still remembered in this new age of heroes.

1. It’s Christmas You Dorks (Harvey Beaks) Yup not probably a lot of people’s first choice but fuck it. I’ve loved this one since i saw it a few years ago shorlty after the series ended, having grown far behind and caught up just as it was ending... and regretted it as Harvey Beaks is easily one of my faviorite shows from the wall to wall hit parade that was the 2010′s. It’s charming, hilaroius, heartfelt, and creative.. and really weird if not as weird as CH Greenblaht’s previous show chowder.. but still weird enough.Thankfully Big City Greens is carying the banner for this kind of show, as is Craig of the Creek, so the kind of gentle, slice of life stuff hasn’t gone away, but this show was still it’s own thing and i’m sad it’s gone. But while it was here it was spectacular and this is one of the best of em if not the best. And naturally for a show like this it has a neat approach: The episode is dialouge free, only having some singing in the last act and that’s diagetic, the characters singing a christmas song. We’ll get to that. This isn’t the FIRST silent christmas special i’ve seen, Courage the Cowardly dog did it’s own take on the nutcracker, but it’s still the best. And given Courage the Cowardly Dog is one of my faviorite shows, that’s high praise. Each segment is charming, unique, and well done.

As for what each are: The wraparound is a gorgeously animated bit of stop motion or something like it where the spirit of winter goes around and turns fall to winter or helps the kid with winter fun. It’s a bunch of really adorable stuff. The first proper one is the kids having a snowball fight when a bunch of asshole adults interupt, and hte kids end up getting even by hiding in some snowmen. Again just some really fun, really well done stuff. But the first one that really makes it follows Technobear, local wannabe ladies man in training who has a crush on Harvey’s mom and fantasies about giving her some lovely read shoes and skating with her. His hopes are dashed when instead her daughter michelle, the horrifing baby child pictured above, takes them instead. But not only is it heartwarming to see the stone faced future rule of the world crack a smile, Techno instnatly realizes whats’ improtant and takes the bby ice skating. The next segment is just some goofy googus with the squirrels, the local crooks who are also squirreels, but it’s still pretty good. We then get Jeremy trying to be santa which is both funny but genuinely heartwarming and finally the best bit as Dade, local killjoy, gets annoyed at everyone singing a popular new christmas song instead of the old standard he likes and being a dick about it before softening a bit when Harvey genuinely offers him camradere. It’s just.. good stuff that’s hard to put into words, and given putting it into words is my thing, it really speaks to just hwo good this special is. it just, makes me feel nice, and really gets the spirit of the holiday in all it’s forms. It’s gorgeously aniamted, well paced, and never stops being entertaining and that’s why it’s both my faviorite and why every year.. i’ll be coming back to little bark. And if nothing else.. it’ll keep this warm, great show alive in my heart. So with that I end this list. If you didn’t like it tha’ts fine, this is my opinon. But I wanted to share my faviorites with you and hope you’ll check them out this or next chirstmas. Until we meet again... Merry Christmas to all,and to all a good night.

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purplerose244 · 3 years ago

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Irrational - Chapter 5: I love you too much

HELLOOOOOOO!!! 🤩🤩

Here comes the fifth day of @spacecampweek with what is probably my favorite fic of the bunch! Little song-fic but not really situation in a normal world AU, where Krel is about to confess his feelings in a special way! 💕💕💕

Enjoy!! 😙

Summary: Prom is here at last, a night of entertainment, of happiness, to celebrate changes and the future. What better moment for Krel to finally express feelings that have been hidden for so long? Time to put those guitar lessons to some use...

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It was happening. No more holding back, no more thinking rationally about his chances without concluding a thing. Tonight, everything was going to change.

Prom had turned out to be an absolute oxymoron to walk into, between his deep appreciation for parties and his unsettledness at dealing with other people of different temperatures – or ‘cool’, as they liked to call themselves. Everyone was dancing like crazy, that was very good, and everyone was talking loud about nonsense, that was very not good. Adding to the unpleasantries was the music playing onto the stage, something pulsing yet in a hardly dynamic way. If this was another night, he would have liked to teach these people what real music sounded like and propose himself as a DJ, to properly say goodbye to Arcadia Oaks High. Then again, in another delson he would have not worn these kind of flashy clothes – he had lost the chance to call this a normal night the moment he had exited his house wearing a bow.

There was a lot of movement in the middle of the room, and in the middle some familiar faces. He could spot Jim’s questionable moves while Claire was laughing loudly with red cheeks, he could see Toby doing some robot moves while Darci danced along him, he managed to notice Aja spinning all over, between a super smiling Steve and an extremely radiant Eli.

It looked like they were all having fun, so much fun. Krel wasn’t… not yet.

“Hey Clint.”

He almost snorted at the sudden voice.

“Mary, I know you know my name at this point.”

“Whatever Kurt, whatcha up to?” The queen of the bees appeared in front of him, all sparkly in her pink shock dress. “Hank got all handsy, Dean is being shy, and that cute guy from Arcadia Oaks Academy that snuck in is being difficult. I’m up for some juice and it looks like you’re up to something.” And the queen of gossip too as well. She grinned at him, clearly playful. “Could it be you’ll stop being a wuss, at last? That would be nice!” He didn’t deny it. for a second. Big mistake, her eyes immediately widened, like she got struck by absolute knowledge. “Don’t tell me-”

He covered her mouth, realizing midway there that there was no point, the music was so loud it silenced everything. Despite that, he couldn’t bring her to say it. Not yet.

“Perhaps… maybe.”

Mary’s eyes turned into stars. She quickly wiped his hands off her.

“O-M-G, finally, I’ve been waiting for this for so long! Ha, I knew you were going to be the one to do it, Darci owes me five dollars! So does Logan! Pff, why was everyone betting on the space dork anyway… hey, what’s wrong?” She was perceptive. It happened after knowing each other for a couple of years. “Cheer up Kai.”

He laughed again. His chest felt like it was exploding, but in a good way. Seklos and Gaylen, for how long he had postponed what he was about to do, blaming time, work and consequences? It was terrifying in a way that was almost pleasant. Maybe. Perhaps.

“I am fine.” He swallowed, because of course the moment he had scanned the entire party, he had noticed it right away. Or rather, he had noticed a lack of him. “He… he is not here though.”

“He’s probably still bummed that he got into that accounting college his grumpy dad wants him to go but still doesn’t know about the engineering one.” Krel was holding his breath about that one too. Seamus had promised to be roommates in that case. Was it going to be weird if tonight wasn’t going to turn out the way he wanted? Was he going to be awkward around him? “Alright, I can smell burning thoughts, hashtag stopbeinganerd! You’re telling me you’re going to do it and I wanna know how, where and when, and if you try to chicken out now, I swear I’m gonna smash your precious guitar!” She sure knew how to get him riled up.

For the first time since he had come to this decision, Krel smiled, thinking of the backstage, the phases he had prepared into his head. He looked up, shaking his head.

“I believe that would be counterproductive for my plan.”

Mary’s mouth popped open, and if that wasn’t satisfying.

“No.”

“Kleb yes, I am not holding back.”

“That’s gonna be the bomb but you better don’t swoon anyone else, you dang charmer! I have all boy dates tonight and I wanna keep them focused on me only!” She giggled, patting his shoulder. “Just go for it, okay? You’re cool, even when you’re being a nerd.” It was as good of an encouragement as he could get right now. “Just wait until your dorky prince charming arri- Oh this is too perfect.” She was smirking, so much her makeup was scrunching up a little.

Krel didn’t have to turn around to know. He did it anyway.

What a view. This prince really wasn’t above physical appearance as he had first thought when he had arrived in Arcadia, powered by his absolute intellect, rationality, and general annoyance towards social interactions with amoebas. It had taken him a while, a whole while, to accept that even someone like him could get this soft inside.

Give then right time, and the right person.

Seamus was radiant, with the black jacket and the blue tie, with the polished shoes and the pulled back hair. From the relaxed eyes the discussion with his dad must had ended without a punishment, and he was actually smiling. Everything, he was so absolutely everything it made Krel choke up.

Mary was arching an eyebrow, although she most likely know what was going on. The prince swallowed, almost choking again, trying to keep his composure as usual.

Failing.

“… and… and you are absolutely sure…?”

“What in the world, Ken, yes! Yes he is completely head over heels for you, yes if you confess you bet your perfect grades he’s gonna reciprocate, yes the moment he will hear what you’ve prepared for him he might as well take a ring out of his pocket and propose in the middle of the dance room!” He grabbed his shoulders, shaking him a little. “You two are the absolute worst! C-bomb has actual guts to ask Jimmy Jam out, Darci and her Tobypie went for it naturally, even Steve is an idiot sometimes but not at dating and Aj and Eli practically gravitate around him! But you!!” She grabbed his collar, her stellar eyes turning into black holes. “You two are pining messes that I’m absolutely done with! So, I swear, Krel Tarron, if you don’t get on that stage and finally confess, you won’t have to make plans for college because this will be your last dance. Ever.” She could had stopped the threat at his actual name. That alone would have done it. Mary gave him the ‘I’m watching you gesture’, before backing down into the crowd without getting her eyes off.

Krel swallowed, nodded, watching her disappear into the party. Despite the dread of being murdered in cold blood being quite intense and even impressive, it was quickly washed away, as soon as Seamus looked at his direction with those blue eyes of him. There it was, that urge, that need to impress him somehow. It was their thing, the fulcrum of their rivalry that hadn’t stopped, even after years. The need to make the other break their mask of pride and turn it into amazement.

Bold enough, the prince grinned, winking at him. The way the blonde gaped warmed his heart. Was that pink on his cheeks? The lights were too strong and colorful, it was hard to tell.

Was it important? Not really. It was now or never.

Making his way towards the stage was a challenge itself, luckily his dancing skills were not to be ignored and swirling around these random kids was pretty easy and entertaining. The band was playing a pretty energetic movement, there was a keyboard player going absolutely nuts and a drummer doing their best. There was definitely something that could had been done to improve the whole performance – perhaps a few remixes on a DJ board, just saying –, but they were really into it. It almost felt bad going up there and show his own abilities.

Then again, Krel didn’t care.

He had a mission. With that determination in mind he immediately went behind the curtains of the stage, finding familiar locks of blue hair monitoring the situation. Having Douxie as the responsible one was still unusual, even though the ripped off pants and the numerous studs all over his suit were more likely. It probably wasn’t enough for him, he was tapping his foot over and over.

Krel cleared his voice, the older one turned, turning the frown into a smile.

“Krel, how’re you liking the show?” He snorted.

“Fine…” He really couldn’t help himself, it was too easy. “Would be better with some metal rock in it.” The smile was gone. Krel snorted again.

“Really, you’re going to put salt on it like that? Zoe already gives me a hard time because I didn’t get the Ash Dispersal Pattern to play here, don’t you get in the way too!” He turned to the band with a frown, shaking it. “‘Your music might not be a good example for the students’, fuzzbuckets, how old do you think these kids are?? Besides, how is techno a better alternative? Those moppets, I swear…” He muttered something under his breath, a curse most likely, then he sighed. “Alright, I’m fine. Extremely salty, but nothing a drink can solve later. I’m guessing you’re here to ask me something?” Perceptive. All of his friends had to be with him.

“Something like that, yeah…” He breathed in and breathed out, he was absolutely going for it but it didn’t make any of this easier for him. “Alright, I need a favor?”

Douxie smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh yeah? You need a favor from this random guy who got nominated supervisor as cold comfort for not having his band play tonight? Little old me?” He snickered, shaking his head. “Should have thought before you came here to mock, shouldn’t ya?”

“Hisirdoux…”

“Nope, can’t let this one go, I’m out of patience tonight and I need to get at least one gratification. How about you apologize to me? I’ll even help, start with ‘You are the best guitarist I’ve ever known’ and… whoa, wait, what are you doing?” Was it a bluff? Krel was bowing already, but perhaps his brain was messed up tonight. “Dude, how are you actually doing it? What is this favor all about?” Oh. Right. He was the most prideful person on the planet. He had almost forgot.

Krel straightened up, shrugging a little. From the tone of the current song, it seemed that this band was almost done. He peaked from behind the curtain. Seamus was talking with Steve, giggling a little. The prince couldn’t help clenching his hand around the shirt over his chest. Ah, he wanted this, he wanted all of this.

He felt a familiar wave of warm. He turned back to the guitarist, and Douxie was gaping, blinking several times. It was probably clear.

“I want to make an exhibition.” His honey eyes widened.

“… yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“… alright then.” Douxie smiled, pointing at the backstage with his head. “Prepare yourself Lover Boy, I’m announcing you right after this.” If it wasn’t to preserve what was left of his pride, Krel would have hugged him. “Is it DJ Kleb time?”

Krel moved a few steps towards the back. He stopped.

“No,” He turned to the guitarist, smirking. “It is Krel time.”

***

“Alright, give it up for ‘The Raise of the Titans’! Amazing performance you guys, can’t wait to properly see you on Wednesday!” Douxie always looked confident on stage, he was born to have the attention of a public. It was something he and Krel had in common. Right now though, there was only one look the prince wanted all for himself. “Hope you’re having a blast tonight! How’s prom going?” A cheer followed. “That’s great, because we have a special exhibition right now. A special song, for a special someone! Give it up for Krel Tarron!”

The wood under his feet made a sound after every step, it was drowned by the voiced in the crowd. It made him smile thinking how many people were going to be surprised by his presence, his appearance, and especially him appearing with a guitar instead of his beloved keyboard. There was a single stool in the middle of the place, with a microphone already adjusted for his high. He thought that really needed to thank Douxie after this, for everything, as he sat down with the instrument on his lap. He had accorded it while he was in the backstage, but out of habit he did it again, the sound reverberating into his mind. It was like a reality check, a call to the place, as he finally looked up to the public.

Aja looked close to crying, absolutely overjoyed. Mary was smirking so much her cheek looked like it was being pulled. Steve looked absolutely astonished. Toby was grinning impossibly wide. Eli had his glasses shining and a bit smile. Jim had amazed eyes over him. Claire looked ecstatic. Darci was giving him a thumbs up. Everyone was there, everyone.

And then there was him. Him, adorably confused and starstruck.

Krel grinned. I hope you are ready for this, you math blonde.

“This song is for a dear person to me. I have never been able to express my feelings properly before. I have never been particularly good at.” He let another note fill his silence, it made him smile again. “But I will not shy away from it, not anymore. I went through everything with you, high school, my problems, your problems, math and space and everything between,” There was no doubt, not anymore. “I want to go beyond now.”

His mind was peaceful, his body was burning. It felt like he had never been more alive before. His fingers knew what to do, that song was a part of him. He just took a deep breath, and let the music take over.

I love you too much

To leave without you loving me back

I love you too much

Heaven’s my witness and this is a fact

I know I belong, when I sing this song

There’s love above love and it’s ours

‘cause I love you too much

It used to be just him, his mind, and his sister. Them against the world, with a mother that wanted her to be proper, with a father that wanted him not to be him. Everything had turned out so badly at first without them, and so not badly after, to the point he had managed to make an actual life away from Cantaloupia. Then, the escape had become home. Then, it he had become the place where he had met the only guy that was ever going to make him feel.

It used to be just him, his mind, and his sister. Now it was him and his sister, friends and family, a home and the world, and so many feelings in between. This was the right place, this was the right time, this was the right guy.

It used to be just him, his mind, and his sister. Now he could hardly imagine himself without the blonde in the picture, the one that could cloud his mind and fill his heart.

I live for your touch

I whisper your name night after night

I love you too much

There’s only one feeling and I know it’s right

I know I belong, when I sing this song

There’s love above love and it’s ours

‘cause I love you too much

The two of them weren’t the easiest people to deal with, their lives weren’t the easiest lives to deal with. It had been because of a cruel game of destiny or a lucky shot from faith that they had found each other, Krel at Seamus’ door whenever he felt like he didn’t matter, and Seamus at Krel’s whenever he felt like exploding? Was it bad that in their worst some of their sweetest moments together were born? Was it bad that overwise they might had not become this much of friends?

They were living in a world that was cruel and unforgiving, with people even less likely to welcome them. Krel liked to think that by knowing each other, they had managed to overcome that obstacle, and meet also the people that were fine. That were okay.

They were okay. He was okay.

He had never forgotten that one moment of them, not once.

Heaven knows your name I’ve been praying

To have you come here by my side

Without you a part of me is missing

Just to make you my own, I will fight

The song was a tragically familiar one. During the worst of his pining, when he thought he was never going to be good enough for him, when he thought that he didn’t deserve to feel something this pure and breathtaking, this had always been the song. Shannon had taught him the first notes after she had gifted him the guitar after a curious sequence of events, and then Douxie had taken over teaching him all he had needed to know. It was all so familiar now he hardly had to think about how to move, where to put his fingers, if it was too strong or just okay. It was cheesy in a way he never thought he could possibly be, with feelings he never thought he could have.

Aja had always listened from her room, he knew she had even though she had never said it, because before going to sleep the same delson she had always come to hug him. Mary had always told him that playing a love song to cure his – stupid – pained heart seemed a little counterproductive. Maybe she was right. But even if everything was to end tonight, he didn’t care.

He liked love. He loved love. He loved Seamus.

I know I belong

When I sing this song

There’s love above love and it’s ours

‘cause I love you too much

Caught by the sudden burst into his chest Krel stood up, almost making his stool fall down. He didn’t care. Right there the crowd’s cheering came to his ears, and despite how much he wanted to scan the place and look for that familiar strawberry blonde mane in between, he forced himself not to. Not yet, not until he said everything, not until he was sure he had delivered everything he had inside. He shushed his mind and let the rest of his body sing.

I love you too much!

I love you too much

Heaven’s my witness and this is a fact

You live in my soul, your heart is my goal

There’s love above love and it’s mine, ‘cause I love you

There’s love above love and it’s yours, ‘cause I love you

There’s love above love and it’s ours, if you love me…

… as much

When the last note left his instrument, an urge to cry mixed to an absolute pride took over. He did it, he actually did it. In his mind the song was still echoing, beautifully in the open as it was always supposed to be played. He was drained and so, so happy.

Then, as his head finally allowed in something other than exhaustion, it finally hit him the amount of people that was watching, and how crazy there were going with that applause. It was reverberating all over, he was surprised he noticed it only now. Steve was holding onto Eli and Aja, every single one of them looked close to tears. Mary was shouting something to one of her current dates, pointing at the stage then back at her, probably something like “I know him, he’s my friend, he’s cool because I’m cool, good old Kevin”. Toby was jumping up and down, with Darci laughing and applauding. Jim and Claire were holding onto each other, clapping with fervor. It was good, everything was so good right now.

Finally, Krel allowed himself to look.

Right then, his hear broke.

He wasn’t there. Seamus wasn’t there anymore. No blue tie around, no lock of blonde hair, no red freckles in sight. There was no way this prince couldn’t find him, so…

He left. He didn’t stay for him. He didn’t.

“How about that, huh?? Krel Tarron, everyone!!” Suddenly Douxie was by his side, Krel didn’t look at him. It hurt. He thought it wasn’t going to matter, but it hurt. “He will be all over you for autographs and junk later, let him rest for a moment, and welcome the next exhibition of the night!” His arm was onto his shoulders. Krel didn’t move. He didn’t want to. Then he got a squeeze, and he looked up out of pure instinct. Douxie was still smirking, like his heart hadn’t just gotten smashed against the solid ground of the ballroom. He pointed to the exist and Krel, sighing, obeyed.

He crossed the next couple of performers, who patted his back telling him how good he had been. It didn’t feel like a proud moment anymore. It felt like a waste. The guitar was hanging onto him by the lace, luckily, he would have forgotten it on the stage overwise. Krel sighed, putting the instrument down as soon as he was behind the curtains. He could deal with this.

He didn’t want to, but he could. He just needed some time to-

His hold was callous and warm. The prince knew it so well he almost didn’t have to turn. He did. Seamus had his entire face flushed. He looked outstanding.

“Come with me.” His voice was low, almost fearful, and Krel could do nothing other than follow his lead. He was dragged along as they were staying as far away from the crowd as possible, going for the exit. If anyone had noticed them, Krel was sure Steve or Mary would have taken care of them. As soon as they were out of the room, it was silence. The school looked almost dormant like this, without lights around, the abandoned lockers circling the corridors.

It was going to be one of the last times, in this special place.

There was little time for that kind of nostalgia, as they didn’t walk for long anyway. Seamus seemed in a hurry, he was moving forward without a single word. It almost made the prince fear that he had gone too far and had made him mad. Some more uncharacteristic apologies brushed his lips, at least as a precaution, no matter how weird it was going to be.

They died into his throat as soon as he was pressed against the wall. The echo of the music was gone. There were only those impossible blue eyes getting closer and closer and-

Krel would have laughed. He would have laughed in any other occasion, because this guy was rough and prideful and used to be really bad at dealing with his anger issues. Yet he kissed with the outmost gentleness, like he was genuinely afraid of breaking him, like he was terrified that at any point something was going to wake them up from this dream. Krel wanted to hold onto this dream. He held onto him, hands reaching for his shoulders, then up into his hair. They were not fluffy at all. Again, he would have laughed if he wasn’t this overwhelmed by the fact that this was happening, that Seamus was kissing him and it was happening. The hold onto his mane must had woken up the blonde, as he moved forward with urge, breathing in and taking more.

It was marvelous. It was uncertain and clumsy and they were both really inexperienced at this, and it was marvelous. Slowly the timing was getting clearer for the both of them, because despite pride and their social skills they were instead really good at learning and understanding. The rhythm drowned them both, and it almost made Krel forget he had lungs. It got him there, the urge for air, and he let out almost a strangled noise when he got out of one last kiss.

Seamus was panting just as hard, if not harder, his pupils blown. Krel had never seen him like this, it was a whole new side. He wanted to know it. He really wanted this.

“Sea-”

“Shut it.” Another kiss that made him hum, it was sweeter than before. He almost forgot the words. When he tried to talk again Seamus promptly kissed him again. He completely forgot the words. “You said more than enough, now it’s my turn.” The blonde was smiling of that beautiful smile again. “I’m gonna make every single word count.” His hand went over his hair, caressing his brown locks like they were precious treasures to keep. The urge to cry came back.

Along with another desire, that made Krel come back to his senses and smirk.

Once again, rivalry.

“Aren’t you an overachiever?” Seamus hummed questioning, brushing their noses together. It was too good, the prince giggled. “There are exactly 212 words into my song.” It was too perfect. This wasn’t an out of the world experience, this was the natural consequence of their relationship. Seamus was holding him, and he really didn’t want to be anywhere else.

The blonde seemed taken back by his words, for almost a full second, only to laugh. He brought him even closer, breathing against his lips.

The world disappeared. Prom could wait.

“Better start counting then.” He lunged forward, a quick press closer to a caress. “One,” Another one, deeper but still quick, that made Krel naturally lean back. “Two…” This time it was proper, making him decide that he didn’t really need his mind right now. There was no issue, no invention in standby, no math problem to solve. He could allow himself this. “Three.” He could take every single part of him, as a reward in a way, as a present even more. Without a single remorse Krel laced his arms around his neck, deepening every following kiss.

They stopped counting after nine.

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Ocean on Fire Phantom of the Opera AU Master List (To be added to as I see fit)

Strap in, this is gonna get long. Big thanks to @thaylepo for indulging me and sending many brilliant ideas.

This is a basic rundown and ideas that would happen at some point in the story. Obviously some things could change or be added but I’ve just got to get this down before I go nuts

Shore and Grillby were childhood friends.

Shore is the child of a wealthy business man, taught from childhood that the arts are to be treasured and appreciated

However, while she may learn instruments and dance and music, she is to take over the family business, not run away to star in the opera like she wants

Grillby's father (he has parents in this au) was a famous violinist who often was called by Shore's father to perform for parties. He wound up teaching Shore fundamentals of music

Little Grillby was a shy flame. Always trailed along behind his father, clutching his tailcoats

Shore saw the tiny elemental and decided instantly: I'm going to be his BEST FRIEND

Queue stuttering, hesitant Grillby being dragged around the manor, getting into all sorts of trouble and adventures. He's a lot more hardy than Shore is, so he rather often found himself acting as a sort of guard dog. He was utterly distraught when Shore fell and broke her arm. Shore teased him about crying because she couldn’t stand to see him so upset

They also learn music together from Grillby's father. First time Shore hears Grillby sing, she grabs his face and screams with delight until the poor little guy is fully bright blue with blushing

Then Grillby's father dies. A family friend takes Grillby away to one of the opera houses to work. Grillby and Shore are 13 and 10 at this point and have spent the last 6 years together. Shore makes Grillby promise to keep singing, to keep the spark of his father alive through music. He promises

They both wait until they are out of sight of the other to cry

Grillby cries every night for the first 3 months in the opera house. As a monster, he is bullied by many of the other students. He mourns his father's passing and he misses Shore to a near unbearable level. The only comfort he has is when he sings quietly to himself in those few moments when he is alone doing his chores

Then he hears a voice, a soft and gentle voice that asks him why such a bright flame weeps. He runs away in fear and hides in his bed

But the voice asks him again and again. 'Why does such a bright flame weep?' Slowly, over the course of a year, Grillby tells the voice his story

The voice says he is the Phantom of the opera house. Grillby thinks he sounds rather young to be a Phantom

The Phantom replies that Grillby is rather young to have such a lovely voice. He offers to teach Grillby. The fire monster agrees upon hearing the Phantom's beautiful and haunting voice

After all, he did promise

15 years pass. Shore has taken over her family business and is finally able to offer herself as a patron to an opera house that has shown remarkable growth over the years, becoming well known in the arts circles

Partially thanks to the star of the show, a humanoid robot named Mettaton. Most of the monsters we know work the show behind the scenes, so having a monster in the lead is a new leap in gaining treatment that is more fair for monster kind as performers

But Mettaton is also a diva. The day Shore arrives with new managers, he throws his tantrum and quits after a rather suspicious accident.

Shore only has eyes for the fire elemental standing frozen with the rest of the crew. She suggests letting him take the lead role. Promising that she knows he can sing.

Grillby is so quiet most assumed he couldn't even talk so naturally protests break out and Shore maybe uses her power as a patron to insist. 'He promised me,' is all she says, looking right at him

So he sings and everyone is stunned at the strength and grace of his voice. The managers instantly whisk him away to prepare for the show

After the show, Shore goes to his new dressing room and they fall into each other's arms. They speak of times past, of the loneliness of being apart. But when Shore says that she wants to take him out to celebrate, he hesitates. The Phantom will not be happy if he leaves, he knows this

But he agrees and she leaves to let him change

Enter in The Phantom. Showing himself for the first time, a figure in black wearing a simple white mask over his face. White hands punched through the palms. Grillby is enchanted, dazed and follows The Phantom into the tunnels under the opera house

*Music of the Night noises*

Grillby has a bit of a Crisis because he genuinely cares about Phantom and they became very close friends as much as teacher and student but this is kind of odd?? A little frightening?

Phantom sees this, backpedals real hard but hides it and sends Grillby back upstairs before falling into bed and screaming into his pillow

When Shore finds Grillby vaguely wandering back into the theater, she goes, uh??? What happened?? Were you kidnapped? I kind of stayed up all night looking for you??

Grillby, still a little in shock because what the heck just happened "Kind of?"

Now that won't STAND

Shore starts digging to find out everything she can about this opera ghost, keeping a close eye on Grillby. There is no gaslighting here folks like in versions of the story that to this day drive me crazy

As Shore digs, accidents start happening. Loose floorboards, unlatched equipment, a falling sandbag or two. Shore catches on pretty quickly what’s happening when she catches just a flash of shadow more than once right before or after these little ‘incidents’

Finally plants herself down in the middle of the stage and calls for the Phantom to show his face. It takes a while then she sees a shadow just barely move. He’s up in the rafters, crouched like some kind of bat

“What is your freaking deal?”

“Why are you trying to take what’s mine?”

“Yours? He belongs to himself you dingbat”

That makes him laugh for reasons Shore doesn’t get

Conversation happens, a lot of dodging questions, shifting blame. Phantom is oddly charming. For being an attempted murdering/kidnapping jerk

“Are you the one who keeps trying to kill me? The sandbag dropped on my head, the broken trapdoor, the spiders in my hat??”

“Oh my God, I’m not responsible for every little thing that goes wrong in this place. It’s an old building, accidents do happen.

“The sandbag was me though.”

Grillby materializes just to smack him in the head for that

And so it goes, Grillby and Shore trying to reconnect, Grillby trying to maintain a level of friendship (and maybe more?) with Phantom and Phantom attempting various levels of accidents to get Shore to leave the theater

Until one day he finds Shore on the stage. She’s singing to an empty theater. She’s not...good exactly but...rather unpracticed. He’s startled enough that he stops his evil giggling and untwisting of the hidden trapdoor in the stage to listen.

He comes up silently, creeping on the edges just out of sight. When he speaks, Shore shrieks and nearly falls off the stage anyway. Her blushing does a weird thing to his Soul. Like a sort of flip flopping squeeze.

“Well, if you’re going to think yourself worthy of my Flame, you’d better have a voice to match. Let me hear you sing again.”

Many ‘threat’ filled lessons later-

“Hmm. Maybe there’s hope for you after all”

“Maybe there’s more to you than a creepy stalker personality.”

Past the Point of No Return scene happens at some point. I don’t make the rules

Also Phantom and Shore have a sword fight that maybe starts out as anger fueled but rather quickly changes to a pent up Feelings kind of deal

Grillby’s concern is quick to fade and he watches the two idiots dance around each other, wondering why exactly they don’t see how much they actually do like each other.

It’s also at this moment he realizes fully that he loves them both

“Well shoot, I love these two morons and they love each other but won’t admit it. This is going to be very ‘fun’ to sort out”

Eventually, Shore asks for Phantom’s name.

“My name...died with the person I was long ago.”

“Maybe it’s time you reclaim it.”

His name is Wing Dings Gaster and for countless years he was held by the Void. He doesn’t fully remember how he escaped, nor what he looked like before. All he knows is that his face is broken with terrible cracks and skeletal in only the vaguest sense with a body that ebbs and flows with darkness. When he first stumbled back into the light after the darkness of the Void, people screamed and ran from him. Or worse, they chased him, calling him an omen of death. So he retreated down below the theater and resigned himself to always be a watcher and made a mask to cover his face.

He was alone for years until he heard young Grillby crying in a corner and sat as close as he dared. It took a while for him to gain the courage to speak to the elemental

Given the fluid nature of his body, it’s easy for him to change his voice to sing. It’s the only part of himself that he can see as holding any worth.

Grillby was his only source of socialization and he’s terrified of losing him, which makes Phantom a tad bit clingy with some pretty severe separation anxiety

Phantom is a sad, sad boy who needs a lot of hugs and therapy

Shore is kind to him despite it all (and despite the irritation at the ‘death threats’)

Phantom finally admits that she was never in any actual danger because he might be a messed up guy but he’s not a murderer. He might have even nudged her out of the way with blue magic a few times to make sure she wasn’t hurt.

Eventually Phantom realizes he no longer wants her to leave. He wants to stand with her and Grillby. He wants to be a better monster but he doesn’t know how to do that so kind of retreats into his lair

Grillby and Shore have to track him down. And queue the heart to heart, the great Crying Session, the Unmasking or whatever you wanna call it

And they all live an OT3 happy ending, the end

#OoF phantom au #grillby #gaster #gaster/grillby/reader #undertale #WHOOO finally got this all down #listen in this house #love triangles mean that all three are in love with each other!#and it's wonderful!#OoF extra

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goodbysunball · 4 years ago

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Bring it on home

Comparatively easy listening from the set of records showcased this time around, but there's a world of grief settin' your jaw to grind. You deserve a neck massage and a cocktail; lean into these after you put your misery rectangle aside for a spell.

Astute Palate, s/t (Petty Bunco)

Emily Robb, David Nance, Daniel Provenzano, and Richie Charles got together and hammered out this LP during "48 sleepless hours" in Philadelphia. It's definitely a fairly rough documentation, but if you know the players, that's generally what you'd be gettin' into with 'em anyway. Gotta admit that I'm not a huge fan of what I've heard by David Nance - respect his hustle, though - and the same goes for the tracks he leads here; in particular, the studied classic rock caterwaul employed on "Stall Out" basically rolls my eyes for me. I am, however, fond of David Nance the Guitarist and his heroics on "Stall Out," and "A Little Proof" definitely has me more curious about his recent solo work I've skipped. These are pithy grievances, though: the album rules, as a whole, but it's just hard to stomach some of Nance's lyrics when they're side-by-side with bonafide jammers like "Bring It On Home" and "Treadin' Schuylkill." "Bring It On Home," in particular, with its Velvets-inspired chug and Robb's bleary vocals coolly beckoning you to do as the title says, heats to a boil with the blustery, fried guitar interplay. For me it wipes the floor with anything else on the album, and pretty much anything else I'll hear this year, so let's put all my petty complaints aside and declare this the Summer of Astute Palate, OK? Looks like the secret's out - the LP's sold out from the source, but can be found hiding in various distros and shops. Hunt it down, crack a tallboy, and embrace the sweltering heat of our melting planet with Astute Palate.

Maraudeur, Puissance 4 (self-released)

New and best LP yet from Leipzig's Maraudeur, self-released with some of the best packaging/artwork I've seen in a minute. My memory's usually a bit faulty, but I recall the band being a three-piece on their last, still very good LP from Bruit Direct Disques. I'm inclined to think that the group's ranks have swelled to five anyway, since the sound here is a bit more bright and full, lots of different moving parts zipping and moving around, giving the crisp recording some effervescence. Compared to older songs like "Computer Dreams," Maraudeur sounds sharper, capable of backing up any threats rather than coming across as deflated and listless. Even the slower songs on Puissance 4, such as "Slow Dress," thrive on tension, guitar strings set to snap amidst the robotic/hypnotic vocals. The band seems to have located a sweet spot between the simmering minimalism of Household and the technologically damaged vision of Chrome, and "TWYWYS" basically sounds like a collaboration between the two groups. Guitars are used as window dressing, favoring instead synths and showcasing the chops of the rhythm section. "Face/Figure" and my favorite track "C'est Caché" are the best examples of Maraudeur's rhythmic foundation, but nearly every track causes inadvertent head bobbing. While accessible and familiar on the surface, Maraudeur's dry humor, the carefully camouflaged layers of sound, and whatever is going on in "I Am Here" keep boilerplate post-punk comparisons at bay. Puissance 4 is a refreshing, addictive brew from the not-too distant future, and probably a blast to experience live.

Astrid Øster Mortensen, Gro Mig En Blomst (Förlag För Fri Musik)

New Gothenburg talent alert! Mortensen is apparently a newcomer to the scene, and her debut LP fits in nicely amongst the Förlag För Fri Musik discography. Gro Mig En Blomst features lonely and debased late-night solo explorations with guitar, piano and what sounds like an accordion, accented by electronic manipulations and the found sound that accompanies most FFFM records. It's dreary and stark, and can quickly bring the mood down when it's on. For me the most obvious reference point is Grouper's Ruins, in that both are recordings so intimate that it feels like an interruption to move while it's on. But I also get bits of Picastro's Whore Luck ("Hvor Kommer Mørket Fra?" sounds like it was plucked directly from that album), and there are similarities to Chloe Alison Escott's solo work, on the title track and "Piano i" and "Piano ii." Gro Mig En Blomst is a far cry from more traditional singer-songwriter music, dabbling in Stars of the Lid-like drone on "Brud ii" and jumping into the "Is there a record on or...?" genre on "Solen Er Et Lille Hus" and "Brud i." I can't say I go out looking for records this fragile and surface-level bleak anymore, but Mortensen's work is more often beautiful and calming than hopelessly gray. Another keeper from FFFM, sure to be one of the most sought-after records from the label, and for good reason.

Nightshift, Zöe (Trouble In Mind)

Travel back in time with me, if you will, to a time when "indie rock" was a genre label that had some meaning. After getting rid of the bad taste in my mouth and shaking off the embarrassment at who I was when I largely listened to stuff that'd broadly fall under that label, I'll allow that Nightshift is making a strong argument for some of the music released during the comparative naiveté of the late '00s/early '10s. Across Zöe, you get shades of Broadcast, Lower Dens' Twin-Hand Movement, the UV Race ("Spray Paint the Bridge"), Belle & Sebastian and A Sunny Day In Glasgow ("Power Cut" and "Romantic Mud"). The trick to Zöe is that it folds all these reference points in neatly and places it on a sturdy percussive base. I won't argue that every song here is memorable, but they're all enjoyable, and the songs that hit - "Outta Space," the title track, "Infinity Winner" - send chills down my spine every time. Guitars are plucked and scraped for leading beats, accentuating shuffling drums and giving the bass the spotlight. The vocals are dreamy and lyrics direct, and for the duration of Zöe you're relieved of the pessimistic present and allowed to rigidly dance to Nightshift's hesitant groove. They've charmed their way through my cynicism, and Zöe's been on heavy rotation despite my reluctance. Take it for a spin, and fall under Nightshift's spell.

Hugo Randulv, Radio Arktis: Samlade Ljud Från Den Norra Polcirkeln (Förlag För Fri Musik)

First solo LP from Hugo Randulv, an active presence in the Gothenburg scene with his involvement in Enhet För Fri Musik, Skiftande Enheter and Amateur Hour, among others. Though typically a guitarist, on Radio Arktis, he drops the guitar and instead fills both sides with glacial synths and dusty samples. The label's original write-up for this record called it "grand ambient," though to me it sounds and feels much more personal than something that would soundtrack the Olympics. His use of samples, most notably on "Radio Reykjavik," sounds intimately tied with some fleeting memory, the music serving to enhance or exorcise the feeling tied to it all. It reminds me most of the Fun Years' "God Was Like, No" in that both records used the tools common to ambient/drone music but applied a much more personal touch, that certain nameless attribute that keeps drawing a listener back in. Can't put my finger on it, but both records just sound like they had to be made, rather than serving as a genre exercise or one-off exploration. I don't know that Radio Arktis is going to change anyone's life, but it could, and I've been hypnotized by its wordless, sparkling gray tones for weeks. Even though the "solo musician embraces synths" thing is usually pretty tired and pointless, Hugo Randulv's contribution shows why it's an alluring proposition at all.

Sunhiilow, Beyond the Cycle (Ikuisuus)

More solo synth, this time coming from Valerie Magisson and her Moog Mother-32. Magisson's Sunhiilow project veers into new age/ambient with its bite-sized kosmische explorations. There's something about the combination of the short length of these tracks and the sense of movement present within each that allows Beyond the Cycle to transcend the lifeless drivel that's usually tagged "new age" and "synth." It seems intentional that Magisson was trying to capture the mood of each track title in its corresponding music, and she is largely successful, though its unclear if the title provided direction or was applied afterward. The somewhat jarring introduction of "Wilderness Bloom" and the stoned growth of "Circle Motion" are my top picks, but the album works best as a whole and played very loudly, the overall effect immersing the listener into heady zones traversed by the Nightcrawlers. Leave it to Ikuisuus to release an "ethereal ambient music" record that satisfies, and sounds and looks great to boot. Sunhiilow's a lot more tame than most of what Ikuisuus releases, but it's an accessible, recommended starting point to one of the best active labels. HOWDY.

#Astute Palate #Maraudeur #Astrid Øster Mortensen #Hugo Randulv #Nightshift #Sunhiilow #Petty Bunco #Förlag För Fri Musik #Ikuisuus

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mysticalmessimagines · 4 years ago

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Hiya! Is it possible to request the RFA dancing with Mc? (Even though they're kind of a bad/clumsy dancer?😁) Hope you have a nice day or evening! Bye! ✨

RFA dancing with MC

Zen

Zen is a very good dancer. He learned how to dance because of some romantic musical he had to play.

Expect to be like a real princess. After all, that is how it would feel to dance with such a prince Charming.

Slow dancing is awaiting you, sweetheart. Whether it is at the party or in the privacy of his apartment, Zen is totally the type to put some romantic music on and to invite you to dance.

No reasons needed, just you being you is enough. Despite having a beast sleeping within, Zen can be really smooth.

(If you are wondering which music he would put, I would say classical slow dancing music, like Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley, or something more recent like The Night we Met by Lord Huron).

He just can't help himself, he would be probably looking at your eyes during the whole dance. Thinking about how much he loves you.

Fight me, it would end with a kiss.

Yoosung

Following Zen’s advices, he would probably try slow dancing too. And I said “try”.

Not a huge success to be honest. Yoosung being afraid of doing wrong, the whole dance felt kinda awkward.

You appreciated his efforts, and didn’t want him to feel bad. So you just turned on some pop music. You know, that type of music which makes you want to dance like crazy.

(About the music I think it could be either I Want to Break Free by Queen or Victorious by Panic at the Disco! Oh maybe some Kpop too).

You two would jump and laugh like kids. Singing loudly, and simply enjoying your moment. (Poor neighbor)

You would probably end up being sweaty and exhausted, but at least you had a lot of fun !

Oh but be prepared, I think that Adult!Yoosung (as seen in his after ending) would be way more confident and daring about dancing, so get ready ;)

Jaehee

Jaehee and you are casually watching one of Zen’s musical. And then. THE song.

Candy Store from Heathers, My Shot from Hamilton, Greased Lightning from Grease, who cares. You got which kind of song I am talking about.

You just stand up from your couch and start imitating Zen’s dances. And you are rather impressed by Jaehee’s acting skills.

I mean you always knew how much of a fan she was, but you had no idea she was that good. She reproduced his movements, and sang the lyrics.

You tried to follow her pace, and even if it was not a total success, you had a good time together.

Afterwards you suggested Jaehee to take dance classes together. After all, this was something both of you liked, and you thought that doing some sport could help you relieving your stress.

(and honestly, Jaehee in sportswear. Just imagine it.)

Saeyoung

What are you expecting from Saeyoung ? You can’t really fathom what he’s thinking inside his head.

I would say it depends on his mood or on the current vibes. Of course sometimes he will just grab you by the hand and make you dance like crazy.

Just to surprise you. Yeah, one of Saeyoung’s favorite thing about you ever is the way you genuinely laugh around him. So be prepared for it.

But on some special occasions, he feels the need to do more. Whether it is on Valentine’s Day, Christmas or your birthday, he wants to be more romantic.

He takes you to this isolated place within the forest. (Okay, it may sound creepy this way). Only God and the bright moon to watch over you two.

“Then will you take my hand, mademoiselle ?”. This line is so powerful gosh.

Three-stroke waltz. No music, only his voice to guide you.

Jumin

You can’t dance with Jumin the way you can with Yoosung or Jaehee. This won’t do, you know how our boy is.

Jumin took dance classes when he was younger. Well, to be precise, he learned only basics about dance. Expect some classical Viennese waltz.

Even if he is skilled, Jumin doesn’t particularly like dancing. He isn’t the artistic type, and dance is nothing more than basic knowledge to him.

But if he realizes that your hobby is dancing, Jumin would probably come to like it. Well at least he would try, just to see you happy and proud of him.

Dancing with you is a complete new thing to him. Jumin was used to dance almost robotically, but gosh. Dancing with you ? He feels a myriad of emotions running through his chest.

He won’t admit it clearly, but he comes to like dancing. Well, dancing with you.

Still feels amazed by the way you change him.

Jihyun

Just like Jumin, Jihyun learned dance basics as a child. And even if he denied it during his teen years, he was fond of dancing. Our handsome blue boy is attracted by art in general.

Dancing with him would be really sweet and emotional. His hands running through your hair, his lips pressing gently on your forehead… Smooth, really smooth.

Jihyun would be willing to teach you how to dance if you are interested. Of course you would learn how to waltz (our boy is more fond of english waltz).

But that is not all ! Jihyun is open minded and he would want to try new things with you. So don’t think you will only get to waltz.

And if it is your hobby, Jihyun will obviously want to draw you dancing. Probably owns a sketchbook full of drawings of you doing it.

(About the music you can expect classical things such as piano and violin, but I think he would just sing by himself).

Jihyun would probably spend half an hour telling you how breathtaking you were. Deal with our sweet boy.

Well that's it! I hope it wasn't too bad. Rly wish you enjoyed haha 😅

Thanks for your request, I rly liked writing it!

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curiousherbal · 5 years ago

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Growing P̶e̶r̶i̶o̶d̶ Pains

Mystic Messenger

*Also read Growing P̶e̶r̶i̶o̶d̶ Pains on ao3*

707 / Luciel / Saeyoung Choi x Reader ; 707 / Luciel / Saeyoung Choi x MC

Fluff & Angst (borderline crack; also dash of h/c)

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Rated: T ; TW: Blood

Summary: In all fairness, you had meant to clean up the blood before Seven got home.

*reposting this story in case ppl on tumblr would rather read it here :) ; be wary of Seven route spoilers*

In all fairness, you had meant to clean up the blood before Seven got home.

But it had been a rather tiring day; a tiring, exhausting, not-so-very-comfortable, bloody day. Oh, how the day had been bloody.

It was also only 2 pm.

But you were on your period, so you were allowed to announce the day as ended before it had even begun. Right?

Usually your monthly flows were relatively well-contained, provided you were provided for of course – that is with “all-night” pads (false – they lasted 3-5 hours max on your heaviest days) and supersized tampons (you rolled your eyes at the arbitrary naming of tampon sizes – I mean what’s so “super” about recreating The Shining every day for a week once a month anyway?).

The silver lining in the sea of red was that, as an adult, you were now fairly adept with dealing with Mother Nature’s gifts, a feat that only took many soiled pants, innumerable ruined bedsheets, and the adolescent trauma of tied sweaters around your hips – to accomplish.

You made a mental note to talk about that last one with your therapist next week…

“Ugh,” you let out a groan as you blearily blinked your eyes open. The sunlight streamed through the window blinds in the bedroom that you and Saeyoung shared.

Well, if he were here.

“Disgusting.” You muttered as you yawned and started to disentangle your sticky legs from the sheets.

Your hacker boyfriend had gotten called away late last night, err – more like early morning. Very early morning, you mentally amended with a displeased grunt. He left in a hurry, promising a quick return as he lobbed this and that into a scuffed duffle bag.

“I’ll be back for dinner, my sweetie!” He ruffled your hair and kissed the corner of your upturned mouth, bouncing on the balls of his feet like it wasn’t 1:46 AM. And like he wasn’t about to leave his sleepy girlfriend alone for the night.

“Really?”

“Why – would the Great 707 ever lie to his darling kitty?” Seven grasped at his chest, a look of mock hurt exaggerated across his naturally goofy features.

Resisting a grin at his silly antics, you made him promise to return safely. And by dinnertime, nonetheless. “I’m going to want ice cream tomorrow evening.” You stated drily with a slight twitch of your eyebrow.

“Ice cream?” Seven had a subtly puzzled expression, which he rapidly exchanged for his charming grin, “Of course! My princess requests!” And with that – a kiss on your hand, and a pat on the head to the robotic cat standing guard at the flat’s entrance – the secret agent had disappeared into the night, the last sign of his leave being that of the revved engine from one of his prized sports cars.

In retrospect, maybe you should have been more explicit when hinting that you were going to be on your period.

But you were on your period, and he was a 20 something year old man, and once again, you were allowed to be however you damn pleased, and he should know that you were about to have that time of the month again. Right? Right.

“FUCK.” You dropped your forearm dramatically across your forehead. “Really? Are we really doing this right now?” You picked up the habit of talking to yourself when Seven was away.

“Fine – guess so…” With a sigh of resignation, you braced yourself for the physical exertion required of one to get out of bed.

Your insides churned a bit; it was the tell-tale feeling that only accompanied that of your body prepared to spew blood the second gravity went against your favour. You felt it. You knew it was going to happen; you just didn’t expect for your period to get so heavy so fast, and only overnight too.

“Well there’s nothing for it, Meowy – we’re just gonna have to make a run for it…” You cocked your head to the side, narrowing your eyes at the feline robot that was now preventing the unassuming Roomba from dutifully trying to gain entrance to your bedroom. “On second thought – maybe I should attempt the Tooty-Ta instead.” You laughed grimly to yourself. I’ll have to show Seven that ridiculous dance when he gets home. Lord knows he’d love it.

Gritting your teeth, you peeled back the sheets and carefully swung your legs over the edge of the bed. Your knees knocked as you clenched your thighs together. A bead of sweat rolled down your temple. “Great, heat flashes too? I’m not that old yet, damn.”

“Mrrrrr?” Meowy rolled over to your side, stiffly upturning her neck to regard you curiously, her programming having sensed that you were in distress.

Taking a deep breath, you braced your clammy palms on either side of your hips and gradually began to rise.

Gravity is an incredible thing. An incredibly, predictable, annoying, but necessary force of nature – much to the chagrin of the uterine force of nature you delicately clutched between your legs at present.

One wobbly step. Two. You rounded the bed post and began to reach for the door frame. So far, so good. Encouraged, you picked up the pace. Maybe I overestimated the amount of blood? You smirked confidently and entered the hallway. The bathroom was at the end of the hall, adjacent to the kitchen. Alright – let’s get this bread. You began your penguin-shuffle down the hardwood hall, leaning against the smooth, eggshell finished walls as you attempted to maintain the delicate balance required of your makeshift dance. Ten steps. Eleven. You reached out for the bathroom door, expecting to latch onto the glass doorknob when –

“Agh!!” You tripped over the Roomba.

The blood gurgled and began to plummet (as liquids, and pretty much anything and everything else, are wont to do) now freed from the desperate clenching of your thighs.

With a cry of despair, you clutched at your abdomen as you felt the large swash of bodily fluids exit your aching genitals, seep through your thoroughly ruined panties – Nooo, these are the cute ones with cats on them that Seven got me! – and splat quite dramatically onto the floor.

If it weren’t for the ruined underwear, the upturned Roomba, and the general resignation of being on one’s period – you would have been rather impressed at the size of the splatter that now decorated your floor in a lovely, concentric pattern.

“This…. Has never happened before.”

And it hadn’t. Usually, your periods started in the evening, not the morning. Usually, they were the heaviest on the second day, not the first. And usually, they weren’t of such a viscous consistency and atrocious metric volume that they glitched right out of your body, through your clothes, and landed in a terrific mess on the floor.

“It’s the Honey Buddha Chips; it must be!” You let out a wail of disgust, blaming the sweet and salty junk food as the reason behind your abnormal flow. “Saeyoung Choi, you WILL be paying for my ice cream tonight!”

You failed to realize that ice cream was also categorized as junk food too.

With nothing left to lose, blood still dribbling down your legs, you pivoted on your feet and marched back to your bedroom. Fine. It’s gonna be that kinda day, huh? You angrily snatched a clean change of clothes from your dresser – this time with your designated Period Panties™ – and made your way back down the hall towards the bathroom. A nice, cold shower will do just fine. You tried to convince yourself it was to counteract the annoying heat flashes you had seemingly picked up as a symptom of your menstrual distress, and not to cool the hot, balmy tears of frustration that now streaked your flushed face.

And if it weren’t for the ruined underwear, the upturned Roomba, and the general resignation of being on one’s period – then maybe you would have noticed how your toes and heels squelched as they made contact with the glob of period blood still lying inanimately on your floor.

❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧

Meowy was stressed.

Well, as stressed as her CPU could be, the mini gears and sensors running vapidly in her plastic and metal cat-shaped vessel.

Her auditory sensors reached warning threshold when her master’s precious one made loud noises of displeasure. Her visual sensors were already busy fighting off that dratted antagonist-of-a-cleaning-robot from earlier. And now her thermal sensors picked up the trace of something biological splatted on the ground. Something biological… and warm. Meowy saw red. But unfortunately, the cat robot couldn’t appreciate the literal nor figurative accuracy of that statement. She just knew she was stressed, even if her insentience didn’t quite allow her to know why, and even if that stress was purely mechanical, rather than emotional.

Master could purrrrobably add that feature in a future update, she surmised. Well, if robots could surmise, that is.

You were being quite a bother. And by bother, well, you were the source of your boyfriend’s cat robot’s overstimulation.

Upon showering, you exited the bathroom in a cloud of steam and clean clothes, fit with a cushy pad to catch the rest of your ebbing flow. Your bloody night clothes littered the cool tiles of the bathroom floor, and the goopy glob of period blood still sat, just as liquids are wont to do, inanimately in the same place as before (albeit, perhaps sporting a rustier hue as oxidation took effect).

It’s nice to be clean, you had thought, though the here-and-there prick of abdominal cramps and sporadic dizzy spells are nothing to long for. You had figured that some food and a glass of water would at least help the latter ailment, so you had proceeded to attempt to make yourself a late, light lunch.

Meowy frantically circled the small kitchen, letting out her programmed mews of concern every 2.35 seconds. During her 3rd or 4th worried lap, she ran right into your left foot, which you were precariously balancing on by habit.

For the second time that day, you yelped out an elegant “agh!” and dropped the knife you had been using to spread your favourite strawberry jam on the toast that you were planning to eat. The red-rimmed knife fell to the floor with a cacophonous clatter. Forgotten.

“Meowy!” You snarled as you towered over the cowering robocat.

Instantly, your rage dissipated to remorse as you felt empathy for the poor creature. Unpleasant images of Seven smashing the cat in a fit of similar rage accosted your brain, and with it, the tremulous and turbulent emotions from that past event too.

“I’m so sorry!” Your despondence flared suddenly and tears formed in the corners of your eyes. Mortified at how you treated your emotional support robot cat, you fled the kitchen in a teary haste. You tore down the hallway, intending to crash back into bed until Saeyoung came back home to make amends with Meowy and yourself –

Only to trip over the Roomba again.

“Oof!” Your knees crashed to the floor abruptly, your palms quickly reaching out to catch yourself from falling face first –

Only for them to slide out from under you after making contact with the slick pool of blood and period gunk that you neglected to clean up earlier.

And for the third time that day, you let out a final “AGH!”

SMACK!

Your face rammed into the ground, the bridge of your nose catching the pool of blood on your way down. Resigned, you didn’t move a muscle for five minutes, wallowing in your despair for yelling at Meowy, a lovely hybrid of self-loathing and disgust for not cleaning up the blood, and lonesomeness that ached every time Seven left on an indeterminable, clandestine trip.

Utterly wretched and still just as exhausted as when you had woken up approximately… you glanced at the clock at the end of the hall… 5 PM already??? … three hours ago, you cautiously raised yourself back to your knees. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you sighed dejectedly and stood the rest of the way up.

Trudging solemnly back to your bedroom, you froze as you looked at the state of your sheets.

“Are you kidding me?!”

The sheets were rumpled from your hasty wake-up from earlier in the day, yet that wasn’t what caught your eye. No – your eyes lamentably traced the spotting and pools of long-dried blood that stained the center spread of sheets in the dip where you had slept. I must have leaked before I woke up, and I didn’t even notice.

Dehydrated, fatigued, and entirely resigned to end the day, you turned around and walked the short distance across the hall into the guest bedroom that Saeyoung most often used as an office space for work. (Less often, his twin Saeran would camp out in the small room, though recently he refrained from spending the night, too afraid that he’d become further traumatized by the excitable noises that tended to emit from his brother’s room late at night.)

You didn’t care that there was still blood trekked all over your apartment. You didn’t care that you were now just as soiled as before you had showered. You didn’t care that Meowy was short-circuiting in worry. You didn’t care that Seven had yet to return. You didn’t care. All you wanted to do was crash and wake up from this nightmare of a day.

Just a quick power nap, and then I’ll clean it up before Saeyoung gets home.

So, you curled up on the couch beside Seven’s work desk and cocooned yourself in a large comforter. With your back to the room, you entered fetal position and drifted off to sleep almost instantly, the crown of your head just barely visible from between the cushions.

And if Meowy was yowling as if possessed, well, you were too exhausted to notice.

Not that robot cats could be possessed, of course.

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Fresh-faced and lively – Saeyoung was ecstatic.

The agency work turned out to be nothing more than a casual revenge-driven hacking: a harmless ploy orchestrated by a disgruntled employee trying to find some scrap of solace by antagonizing their rich, snobby boss’ computer system. Yes, it had been unfortunate that the job was sudden and required on-location skills, and yes, Saeyoung was rather reluctant to leave his adorably cute girlfriend alone for the night… but the goodhearted jokester couldn’t help but crack a smile as fond memories from just hours earlier accosted his mind…

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“Mrr?” Elizabeth the 3rd let out a perplexed mew as the penthouse front door opened silently.

Seven creeped in, a finger brought to his lips as his eyes widened upon seeing Jumin’s cat. “Elly!” He immediately clasped his hand over his mouth, embarrassed that he let his excitement upon seeing the pure white Persian cat be audible.

“My darling! Uncle Luciel has come for you~~” He playfully whispered as he set his bag down and crouched beside the spoiled feline.

Elizabeth sauntered up to the intruder, presenting her lushly furred back for caresses.

“Don’t tell Mr. CEO, but I’m working here tonight. I need to access his Wi-Fi network directly.” Seven ran his fingers up and down the cat’s back, encouraged by her accelerated purring. “Don’t worry, ‘tis nothing nasty my friend – he’ll just be forced to do all of his work by hand tomorrow. I think his computer deserves a bit of break, no?” With a conniving twinkle in his eye, Seven began unpacking his equipment, settling cross-legged with his computer on his lap and Elizabeth sprawled out at his side, butting her head against his thighs periodically as his hands flew rapidly over his keyboard.

A large snore startled the mischievous hacker.

“Pshhsh!” Agent 707 brought up a hand to conceal his mirth, desperately trying to muffle the delirious laughter that threatened to escape his throat. Elizabeth glared at him, displeased that the large hand had ceased massaging her backside.

“I’m sorry, my kitty-love, I just didn’t expect Jumin to sleep so soundly!” Seven cooed lovingly.

Within the next few hours, Saeyoung finished up his early-morning hacking endeavors as instructed and deftly returned his equipment back to his bag without making a sound. He stood up and adorned a wistful expression, sad to be leaving his Elly all too soon.

“Meow~”

“Oh, my dear – we mustn’t!” Seven scooped up the cat and swung her around, crushing her flat face against his sharp nose. “You know not the extent that this sweet parting brings me pain, but alas, our love is forbidden!”

“Mrrrrr…”

Seven gently placed the cat back down. She immediately began grooming her mused fur, unimpressed with Seven’s soliloquy.

“Always the lady.” Saeyoung bowed reverently, a hand on the door to leave. “Wait!” Digging excitedly in his duffle, the young man pulled out a thin, red, satin ribbon. A small pawprint locket charm clinked on the ribbon.

Gently fondling the jewelry, Seven clicked open the locket and gazed adoringly at the image within. “Ah, it’s perfect. A representation of our love, my Elly!” With one final glance, Seven clicked the locket shut and bent down to tie the ribbon loosely around Elizabeth’s neck, covering up the collar Jumin had gifted to her prior.

Elizabeth, none the wiser, mewled an unbothered farewell as Saeyoung patted her once more affectionately and made his departure with a cheeky air-blown kiss.

The hacker disappeared from the CEO’s penthouse, slipped past the guards once more, and vanished into the early morning – having one or two more things left to accomplish for the agency before he could return home.

What those tasks were? Well, perhaps it’s best that only special Agent 707 would ever know for sure.

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This will pay the bills all for next month! Saeyoung thought with a grin, drawn back to the present as he lovingly slid his palm over the curve of the leather steering wheel. Plus, maybe this will teach Jumin not to overwork his minions. The young hacker smirked. He could already sense Jaehee’s displeasure when she would find out that RFA’s very own security hacked her boss for entertainment. And a bit of cash.

Seven wound his way through the hilly countryside, enjoying the dip and curve of the roads. He glanced at the car’s clock: 5:36 PM.

It was approaching dusk, and he was eager to return home. He moved his free hand over to his baby car’s console and pressed down on the window switch.

“Yahoo!” Seven stuck his head out of the window and let the wind ruffle his untamable ginger hair. His striped glasses pushed comfortingly against the bridge of his nose, as the golden hues of the setting sun reflected in his mutually golden irises.

A sudden pang of yearning overtook the young man, thinking about his princess at home. Though it happened without fault every evening, Saeyoung couldn’t help but feel anxious about missing the sunset. He wanted to watch every sunset with you; this would be the first one that you both had missed since you started living together.

A reversed flick of the window toggle and a harder stomp on the gas pedal later, Saeyoung sped back home with renewed urgency. We can catch the tail end of the evening together if I hurry.

Unbeknownst to him, the red, rosy fingers of sunlight that stretched linearly across the horizon were complementary towards the organic drops of red that currently decorated your shared home.

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It was a quarter past 6 when the door to your shared apartment finally received its missing tenant. The last of the sundry locks popped open, the metal restraints finally allowing the port of entrance to swing on its hinges.

“Honeyyyyyyy~ I’m hooOOOMMMEEE!” Saeyoung sang loudly as he shouldered his way through the frame. Closing the door behind him, the totally-averagely-paranoid hacker wasted no time in redoing all of the locks. Turning around with a relieved exhale, Seven carelessly dropped his duffle on the floor and toed off his shoes impatiently.

No less than two steps deeper into the flat, Saeyoung was just starting to acquire a sense of strange foreboding when a white blur came barreling around the corner of the hallway –

“Master! Master! Your precious one!” Meowy, hysterically wheeling herself towards her creator, belted as loudly as her speakers permitted.

“What the hell?” Startled, Seven eyed his rambunctious robot, unable to fathom what in the world could trigger his creation to act so frenzied.

“Master! Your precious one! Blood! Bleeding! Help!” Meowy shrieked, her pitch increasing steadily and becoming disconcertingly garbled, her processors unable to cope with the sensory overload.

Saeyoung froze.

Time stopped.

Her… blood?

…

BLEEDING?!

“What?! Where? Meowy what happened?!” Seven pushed past the yowling cat, crying your name as he further entered the apartment.

Seven frantically rounded the corner, his panic only increasing with every second that you neglected to greet him at the door. You always greet me when I come home! Where are you!?! He shouted your name a second time, his heart hammering in his chest, muscles constricting painfully as his mind began to whirr with confusion and pain. You can’t be taken… not again… We just got this together... us.

“Honey?? This isn’t funny!” Saeyoung quickly glanced to his left as he passed the kitchen.

He froze.

There. On the ground.

A knife.

It’s red.

Clumps of something that was equally red and sticky looking surrounded the knife. The knife that should not be laying carelessly on the floor. The knife that very obviously fell on the ground in a struggle and was currently tainted red.

His airway felt constricted. His sense of hearing muffled, despite Meowy still shrieking incoherently at his feet.

As if in his own personal horror movie, Saeyoung pivoted his head to his right, now looking in to the bathroom. Terrified eyes locked onto small, red footprints that graced the floor. They traveled from the hallway onto the cold tiles. He assessed the criminal scene with widening eyes: blood stained clothes were thrown haphazardly before the shower. Your nightclothes. Your nightclothes that you had definitely been wearing. His own t-shirt that you so adorably asked to wear at night, citing that it smelled just like him. The large shirt that he gave you in mock exasperation, secretly fawning over your cuteness when you slid it on.

Look Seven, it’s like a dress on me!

With another frantic gasp, Saeyoung wailed your name brokenly. Once again compelled to action, he tore his gaze from the bathroom and began to sprint anxiously down the adjacent hallway. He needed to find you. Now. It was dark. The air was stale. His nose twitched in distaste as he sensed the twinge of iron that faintly permeated the hall before him. It felt like there had been little movement in your apartment today. He fumbled for the light switch on the wall. His trembling fingers just missed it. His body was already surging forward, so he continued his aching search into the hall blindly, his feet shuffling against each other lamely –

Why is there blood why why why this can’t be happening

Saeran and I… we got rid of Mint Eye, we survived, we did we DID!

but what if they came back

Why did they take her clothes off??

unless…

Seven’s stomach sank nauseously.

what if they took her what if – no no no nononono NO!

There was a sign of a struggle; she’s bleeding, she’s hurt!

She’s …. Dying.

…

NO please God no–!

Saeyoung suddenly tripped over something heavy. He crashed to the ground, blinking away the tears in his eyes despite not being able to see anything in the dark.

His scuffed palms instinctively reached out to catch him. Angry at his own clumsiness, he fumbled for his phone in his back pocket, swiping up to access his flashlight.

“AGH!” He sprang back in a shocked stupor.

A worryingly large pool of dried blood stood out conspicuously where he had just fell. Darker red, nearly black, glossy clumps of something sat atop the dried blood, having congealed to the consistency of rancid jelly.

Without turning back to see what he had tripped on, Seven screamed your name in utter despair, propelling himself upwards as he desperately searched the last two places you could be. Not wanting to confront the bedroom just yet, he yanked open the door to his office space, quickly glancing around in a fretful daze. Not being able to locate you immediately, he finally turned to your shared bedroom. His phone’s flashlight zeroed in on the bed. The empty bed. The empty bed that was speckled with the same blood that stippled the hallway. And the bathroom. And the kitchen.

You weren’t here.

You were taken.

You were injured.

You were gone–

“No!” Saeyoung collapsed to his knees, struggling to dial the keypad on his phone. He wasn’t even sure whom he was calling when a meek voice sounded out behind him.

“… Seven?”

Dropping his phone in alarm, Saeyoung spun around, ignoring how the carpet burned his knees as he pivoted.

You. You were there.

You were clutching at the bedroom door frame, highlighted only by the last surviving streaks of sunlight creeping through the blinds. You looked… fine. Maybe tired at worst.

Saeyoung choked out your name, his eyes instantly filling with tears. Both of you were frozen for several moments, him out of complete bewilderment, and you, cranky but concerned, having finally been woken from your deep sleep by wails of despair. And then –

Seven rushed to his feet and crushed you against his chest. You could hear and feel his heart thumping erratically in his chest. His breath came out hot and moist as he pressed his lips to the top of your messy hair. His lanky arms wrapped tightly around your startled frame, his fingers finding their desperate purchase around your waist and the small of your back. His taller frame shook, and you soon felt something wet streak down your temple. “I thought I lost you.”

Still utterly confused as to what exactly was happening, you just returned his terrified embrace, perplexed as to why your eyes suddenly filled with tears too.

“Seven… Saeyoung…”

He clutched you even tighter, the symptoms of a full-blown panic attack likely to ensue.

“Luciel.”

Alarmed, you leaned your face back and looked deeply into his blown eyes. You placed shaking yet comforting palms against either side of his sharp cheeks. Fighting past the cotton in your throat, you sought answers for his critical state.

“What do you think happened?”

He let out a wobbly sniffle and returned your intense gaze, gathering the courage needed to answer you coherently.

“Your… your blood. Why is it all over the apartment?” He croaked painfully. As if spooked again, his eyes widened almost comically once more: “You’re not hurt, are you?? Oh God, I didn’t even think to check first. Of course you’re hurt; your BLOOD is all over the place. Oh fuck, it’s on your face too. oh my god. Don’t move, I’m taking you to the hospital oh God…” Saeyoung began to stoop as if to pick you up but you hurriedly made to halt him.

“What – no Saeyoung, stop. I’m fine. See? Why ever would you think that… oh.” You gulped nervously, the hot flush from earlier now creeping up your neck and overtaking your face in shame. Well… fuck.

“Please don’t be mad… um,” you nervously averted your gaze, your hands dropping to pull his wrists out from your sides. You laced your fingers together. “Let’s sit down, yeah?” You guided the shaken man to the end of the bed and then turned away.

Thin fingers suddenly encircled your wrist.

“My sweet, I’m just turning on the lamp. It’s dark now.”

“Oh… right. Of course.”

You padded over to the wall, flicking the switch so that the yellow overhead fluorescent bathed everything in a sad hue.

“Okay so…” You took a shallow breath and eased yourself down onto your boyfriend’s lap, his arms wrapping around your waist once more. You began to card your fingers through his hair. It was a position that brought you both immense comfort and security. “Don’t laugh, but… uh, and I’m really sorry for causing you so much distress, but ahh I guess maybe my body was just so surprised that you got called away real early this morning, remember? Oh of course you remember, you just got back... And so – oh Seven, it must have been the chips! I’m so sorry! I’m a terrible person; I yelled at Meowy and – the underwear! With cats! Saeyoung dear, please understand I didn’t mean to! We can get another pair. But I really blame that stupid Roomba for all of it.” You trailed off pitifully, averting your embarrassed eyes in favour of studying the corner of the bedroom instead.

Silence settled in wake of your rambling statement.

“You… what?” Seven loosened his grip and stared up at your fretful eyes with utter confusion. “Babe,” he took a shaky breath alike to yours, “you know I love you, always, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, but – what the fuck are you talking about?”

Unable to hold back your torrent of hormone-induced emotions, you blurted, “I’m on my period!”

“You…”

“It happens every month, Saeyoung.”

“Yes, but… it’s not supposed to get all over the floors! And the walls! And the bed – Babe! The knife! There are clumps of FLESH in the hall!” Seven held your arms in a tight grip, forcing you to look right at him.

“I know! I… it was a heavy flow.” Your eyes cast downwards pathetically. Oh man, do I wanna curl up in a ball and die…

Abruptly, a chuckle resounded off the walls. The chuckle grew into giggling, which then grew into bellowing laughter. You joined in with your boyfriend’s mirth, both of you laughing to expel any of the remaining insecurity and fear you both felt. For every laugh, a tear was shed, and for every hysterical giggle, your interlocked hands squeezed the other.

Growing pains and period pains, your relationship had both.

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You didn’t get to watch the rest of the dwindling sunset together.

After calmly and patiently explaining your abnormal and premature flow, accompanied by the resulting afternoon fiasco via Meowy’s unfortunate presence, you had gotten Seven back to a stable mental state. He blushed furiously, embarrassed that he reacted so dramatically to something as old-hat as your menstrual cycle. But you shushed him, gave him gentle, chaste kisses, and assured him that his reaction wasn’t unfounded. It had been… upsetting for you too, even if your feelings were rooted in annoyance and crankiness more so than fear.

Still shaken by the sight of your blood, Saeyoung insisted that you both cleaned up the flat together. He didn’t want to leave your side, after all. With a light smile, he suggested maybe a game to make the task less grisly. An unassuming pair of handcuffs (which were actually the tipping point for Saeran moving out the day he saw them), a large sponge, and some soapy water later, you and Saeyoung were racing down the hallways nearly on all fours, jointed at the wrists, challenging yourselves to stay upright as you both pushed the same waterlogged sponge across the hardwood floors.

You were both giggling loudly, which only became amplified when you realized that you both still hadn’t up-righted the miserable Roomba.

“Left! Left!” Saeyoung shouldered your direction leftwards, and you both were able to – finally – avoid a third collision with the sad robot.

When you both released yourselves from your metal confines and entered the bathroom, you sadly presented your soiled cat panties to Seven. He wasn’t quite quick enough to hide his grimace. The little cats sure do look hellish with all the blood splatters… You cringed in agreement. The footprints were scrubbed off the tile, and you gathered your discarded clothes to put in the hamper.

“See, my lovey, it’s just the underwear that are bloody.” You held up his t-shirt that you had taken to sleeping in. Seven blushed harder and stammered an apology. “Don’t apologize, everything else was pretty much covered in blood… it’s natural to think that the shirt was too.” You offered an easy, albeit still concerned, smile. He gratefully returned it.

Saeyoung stammered the most upon seeing the knife in the kitchen. “I uh –, “ he cupped the back of his neck, “I didn’t really inspect it earlier. I just saw… hehe… red.” His face turned the colour of his hair. Meowy let out a mewl of approval.

Cracking a grin to yourself, you shook your head. “I know.”

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It wasn’t until an hour or two later that you both had finally cleaned your flat of the remaining incriminating evidence. Both tired, you were entirely resigned to spending the rest of this nightmarish day cuddled with your boyfriend in bed. It seemed this was Seven’s train of thought too, until his eyes suddenly lit up with excitement.

“Babe!” He twirled you around the kitchen, picking you up and settling you down on the counter. He wedged himself between your legs as you were winding your arms around his neck. “I didn’t forget.”

“Hmm?” You offered him a dazed expression.

“You scream~” He began to improvise one of his many cutesy melodies, “I scream~~”

Your eyes brightened with sudden realization: “We all scream for ice cream!”

“Yes! My princess requests! And so, I shall deliver!” He kissed both of your cheeks, helped you down, and then shucked off his coat. Wrapping it tightly around your shoulders, he tilted your chin up, “Cute.” Wink.

“Allons-y!”

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Jumin had had a terribly frustrating, annoying, absolutely baffling day.

Upon arriving at work, he was met with a flustered Jaehee.

“Sir, something’s wrong with the network,” she glanced down at her clipboard, “And, ahem, well your technologies, sir.”

An arched brow. “My technologies?”

“It appears everything fed through your devices ends up not going through. I’m afraid we’ll have to complete all documents the old-fashioned way today.”

The other arched brow. “The old-fashioned way?”

“Handwritten, Mr. Han. Everything will have to be done by hand.”

Assistant Kang’s words sealed Han Jumin’s fate. His hands cramped. He had ink smears over his pinstriped dress shirt. And his hair now sported commoner cowlicks.

Jumin returned home around 9 PM, exhausted and bleary beyond belief. “Elizabeth, my love – come and comfort your father.” Jumin stumbled into his penthouse, intent on cuddling his cat since she somehow eluded him earlier that morning.

“Meow~” The stunning Persian vocalized lazily as she sauntered up to her master.

“Ah, what a fine lady you are.” Jumin scooped her up and nosed her long fur. Something round and cool brushed against his skin. Curious, Jumin fondled the delicate metal lock attached to an imposter satin ribbon looped around Elizabeth’s neck.

“What is this?” He scoffed, irritated that one of the guards must have thought to play dress up with his cat.

Jumin set Elizabeth down and removed the ribbon. He clicked the locket open. Inside, there was a photoshopped photo of Saeyoung and his Elizabeth recreating American Gothic, but with childish doodled hearts and horrendous text in Comic Sans font:

707 x Elly forever!!!

“Luciel… I expected no less.” Jumin rolled his eyes. “Well done I suppose, though I’ll have next draw, of course.” The tall man smirked enigmatically to himself and went to bed.

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But for now, somewhere in Seoul, you shared an ice cream sundae with Seven.

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Notes:

Several notes ~ hello! I am relatively new to the mysme fandom (quarantine really said hey, why don't you go ahead and fall in love with the RFA boys, and I woefully agreed) This story is actually sort of based on something that happened to me, believe it or not. I mean, beside the having Seven as my bf part T_T I had a really heavy flow one month, like my body decided to just do the period all at once on one day instead of drawing it out for a week or so like normal. So yes - I woke up, felt impending doom as one does, and then stood up to make it to the bathroom. Well, gravity check - like all this blood and ya know the squishy period stuff fell out instead and I was like??? ok???? This was also at like 4am, so I cleaned myself up, and went back to sleep. Sadly, I had to clean up the massive splatter on my floor when I actually got up several hours later. That was probably tmi, but hey, periods are a natural part of life so~~ I'm fine, dw. Periods just be weird sometimes. ANYWAY - you can leave me prompt ideas or send them to me on tumblr via the same username (curiousherbal). The end of this fic sorta alludes to another fic I have in mind ;) EDIT: Which I have now posted, it may be found here Thank you so much for reading! This was a mammoth. I only ever wanted it to be around 1k, but here we are nearly 6k words later.... I just love seven ;_; ok bye bye

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ducktastic · 4 years ago

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2020 Gameological Awards

Over on the Gameological Discord, we have an annual tradition of writing up our games of the year not as a ranked list but rather as answers to a series of prompts. Here are my personal choices for the year that was 2020.

Favorite Game of the Year

I didn’t know what to expect when I walked into Paradise Killer. I knew that I liked the vaporwave resort aesthetic from the game’s trailer and figured I was in for a Danganronpa-style murder mystery visual novel with an open-ended murder mystery at its core. Those assumptions were… half-right? The game definitely plays out like the exploration bits of Danganronpa set on the island from Myst but with far simpler puzzles. What I didn’t expect was to fall so deeply in love with the environment—its nooks and crannies, its millennia of lore, its brutalist overlap of idol worship, consumerism, and mass slaughter. It makes sense that the world of Paradise Killer is its strongest feature, since the cast of NPCs don’t really move around, leaving you alone with the world for the overwhelming majority of your experience as you bounce back and forth between digging around for clues and interrogating potential witnesses. And despite what the promo materials indicated, there IS a definitive solution to the crimes you’re brought in to investigate, the game just lets you make judgment based on whatever evidence you have at the time you’re ready to call it a day, so if you’re missing crucial evidence you might just make a compelling enough case for the wrong person and condemn them to eternal nonexistence. Am I happy with the truth at the end of the day? No, and neither is anybody else I’ve spoken to who completed the game, but we all were also completely enthralled the entire time and our dissatisfaction has less to do with the game and more to do with the ugly reality of humanity. I’ve always been of the mindset that “spoilers” are absolute garbage and that a story should be just as good whether you know the twist or not and any story that relies on surprising the audience with an unexpected reveal is not actually that good a story, but Paradise Killer is a game about piecing together your own version of events so I feel that it’s vital to the gameplay experience that people go in knowing as little as possible and gush all about it afterwards. Just trust me, if the game looks even remotely intriguing to you, go for it. I’ve had just as much fun talking about the game after I finished it with friends just getting started as I did actually solving its mysteries myself.

Best Single Player Game

I honestly missed out on the buzz for In Other Waters at launch, so I’m happy I had friends online talking it up as Black Friday sales were coming along. The minimal aesthetic of his underwater exploration game allows the focus to shift more naturally to the game’s stellar writing as a lone scientist goes off in search of her mentor and the secrets they were hiding on an alien world. It only took a few hours for me to become completely absorbed in this narrative and keep pushing forward into increasingly dangerous waters. In Other Waters might just be the best sci-fi story I experienced all year and I’d highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys sci-fi novels, regardless of their experience with video games.

Best Multiplayer Game

Look, we all know this year sucked. 2020 will absolutely be chronicled in history books as a fascinating and deeply depressing time in modern history where we all stayed inside by ourselves and missed our friends and family. It was lonely and it was bleak. Which is why it made my heart glow so much more warmly every time I got a letter from an honest-to-goodness real-life friend in Animal Crossing New Horizons. Knowing that they were playing the same game I was and hearing about their experiences and sending each other wacky hats or furniture, it lightened the days and made us feel that little bit more connected. Sure, when the game first launched we would actually take the time to visit one another’s islands, hang out, chat in real-time, and exchange gifts, but we all eventually got busy with Zoom calls, sourdough starters, and watching Birds of Prey twenty-two times. Still, sending letters was enough. It was and still is a touching little way to show that we’re here for one another, if not at the exact same time.

Favorite Ongoing Game

Zach Gage is one of my favorite game designers right now, and when I heard he was releasing a game called Good Sudoku I was sold sight unseen. The game as released was… fine. It’s sudoku and it’s pleasant, but it was also buggy and overheated my phone in a way I hadn’t seen since Ridiculous Fishing (also by Zach Gage) seven years ago. Thankfully, the most glaring bugs have been fixed and I can now enjoy popping in every day for some quick logic puzzle goodness. Daily ranked leaderboards keep me coming back again and again, the steady ramp of difficulty in the arcade and eternal modes means I can always chase the next dopamine rush of solving increasingly complex puzzles. It’s not a traditional “ongoing” game the way, say, Fortnite and Destiny are, but I’m happy to come back every day for sudoku goodness.

Didn't Click For Me

With Fortnite progressively losing me over the course of 2020, finalizing with my wholesale “never again” stance after Epic boss Tim Sweeney compared Fortnite demanding more money from Apple to the American Civil Rights movement (no, absolutely not), I dipped my toe into a number of new “battle pass”-style online arena types of games, and while Genshin Impact eventually got its hooks into me, Spellbreak absolutely did not. With graphics straight out of The Dragon Prince and the promise of a wide variety of magic combat skills to make your character your own, the game seemed awfully tempting, but my first few experiences were aimless and joyless, with no moment of clarity to make me understand why I should keep coming back. Maybe they’ll finesse the game some more in 2021, or a bunch of my friends will get hooked and lure me back, but for now I am a-okay deleting this waste of space on my Switch and PC.

"Oh Yeah, I Did Play That Didn't I?"

I remember being really excited for Murder By Numbers. Ace Attorney-style crime scene investigation visual novel with Picross puzzles for the evidence, art by the creators of Hatoful Boyfriend, and music by the composer of Ace Attorney itself?! Sounds like a dream come true. But the pixel-hunt nature of the crime scene investigations was more frustrating than fun, the picross puzzles were not particularly great, and the game came out literally a week before the entire world went into lockdown which makes it feel more like seven years ago than just earlier this year. I remember being marginally charmed by the game once it was in my hands, but as soon as my mind shifted to long-term self care, Murder By Numbers went from hot topic to cold case.

Most Unexpected Joy

I was looking forward to Fuser all year. As a dyed-in-the-wool DropMix stan, the prospect of a spiritual sequel to DropMix on all major digital platforms without any of the analogue components was tremendously exciting, and I knew I’d have a lot of fun making mixes by myself and posting them online for the world to hear. What I didn’t expect, however, was the online co-op mode to be such a blast! Up to four players take turns making 32 bars of mashups, starting with whatever the player before handed them and adding their own fingerprints on top. It sounds like it should just be a mess of cacophony, but every session I’ve played so far has been just the best dance party I’ve had all year, and everyone not currently in control of the decks (including an audience of spectators) can make special requests for what the DJ should spin and tap along with the beat to great super-sized emoji to show how much they’re enjoying the mix. Literally the only times my Apple Watch has ever warned me of my heightened heart rate have been the times I was positively bouncing in place rocking out to co-op freestyle play in Fuser.

Best Music

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Only one video game this year had tunes that were so bumpable they were upgraded to my general “2020 jams” playlist alongside Jeff Rosenstock, Run the Jewels, and Phoebe Bridgers, and that game was Paradise Killer. 70% lo-fi chill beats to study/interrogate demons to, 20% gothic atmospheric bangers, 10% high-energy pop jazz, this soundtrack was just an absolute joy to swim around in both in and out of gameplay.

Favorite Game Encounter

It’s wild that in a landscape where games let me live out my wildest fantasies, the single moment that lit me up in a way that stood out to me more than any other was serving Neil the right drink in Coffee Talk. Over the course of the game, you serve a variety of hot drinks to humans, werewolves, vampires, orcs, and more, all while chatting with your customers and learning more about their lives and relationships. The most mysterious customer, though, is an alien life form who adopts the name Neil. They do not know what they want to drink and claim it doesn’t make a difference because they cannot taste it. Everybody else wants *something*. Neil is just ordering for the sake of fitting in and exploring the Earth experience. It’s only in the second playthrough that attentive baristas will figure out what to serve Neil, unlocking the “true” ending in the process. Seeing the typically stoic Neil actually emote when they tasted their special order drink? What an absolute treat that was.

Best Free DLC of the Year

It’s still only a couple of days old at the time I’m writing this, but Marvel’s Avengers just added Kate Bishop, aka Hawkeye, and THANK GOODNESS. Almost every character in the game at launch just smashed the endless waves of robot baddies with their fists and that looks exhausting and uncomfortable. Hawkeye (the game calls her Kate Bishop, but come on, she’s been Hawkeye in the comics for over 14 years, let’s show her some respect) uses A SWORD. FINALLY! Aside from that, I’m just having a blast shooting arrows all over the place. She and Ms Marvel are the most likable characters in the game so far, so I hope they keep adding more of the Young Avengers and Champions to the game, and if the recently announced slate of Marvel movies and tv shows are any indication (with America Chavez, Cassie Lang, and Riri Williams all coming soon to the MCU), that seems to be what Marvel is pushing for across all media

Most Accessible Game

Nintendo is, first and foremost, a toy company. They got their start in toys and cards long before video games was a thing, and they still do more tests to ensure their video game hardware is childproof than anybody else in the industry (remember how they made Switch cartridges “taste bad” so kids wouldn’t eat them?). This year, Nintendo got to rekindle some of their throwback, simplistic, toys-and-cards energy with Clubhouse Games: 51 Worldwide Classics, a Switch collection of timeless family-friendly games like Chess, Mancala, and Backgammon, along with “toy” versions of sports like baseball, boxing, and tennis for a virtual parlor room of pleasant time-wasters. The games were all presented with charming li’l explainers from anthropomorphic board game figurines, and the ability to play quick sessions of Spider Solitaire on the touch screen while I binged The Queen’s Gambit on Netflix made Clubhouse Games one of my most-played titles of the year. Plus, local play during socially-distant friend hangs was an excellent way to make us feel like we were much closer than we were physically allowed to be as friends knocked each other’s block off in the “toy boxing” version of Rock’em Sock’em Robots.

"Waiting for Game-dot"

I get that everyone loves Disco Elysium. I saw it on everyone’s year-end lists last year. I finally bought it with an Epic Games Store coupon this year. This year was a long enough slog of depressing post-apocalyptic drudgery, I didn’t want to explore a whole nother one in my leisure time. I’ll get to it… someday.

Game That Made Me Think

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Holovista was an iPhone game I played over the course of two or three days based on the recommendation of some trusted colleagues on Twitter and oh my goodness was I glad that I played it. What starts as a chill vaporwave photography game steadily progresses into an exploration of psychological trauma, relationships with friends and family, and the baggage we carry with us from our pasts. In this exceptionally hard year, I badly needed this story about spending time alone with your personal demons and finding your way back to the people who love and support you. Just like with Journey and Gone Home, I walked away from Holovista feeling a rekindled appreciation for the people in my life.

#video games #holovista #paradise killer #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #spellbreak #good sudoku #fuser #dropmix #in other waters #marvel's avengers #avengers #clubhouse games #coffee talk #2020

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Fae Just Wanna Have Fun || Deirdre & Solomon

TIMING: “current” LOCATION: The Outskirts PARTIES: @shroomsbysolomon & @deathduty SUMMARY: Deirdre and Solomon meet. Sundew is horny.

The fae community of White Crest was interesting. Deirdre was familiar with the antics of the insular fae of Ireland, but Ireland did not have banshees that thought they were human, or fae raised to kill other fae, or whatever Sundew the pixie was. “Sundew,” she sighed, “please stop that, you’re going to run into something.” But Sundew, filled with seemingly limitless energy, would not listen. She fluttered around with envious speed, squealing in delight as she zipped around the forest. She darted around trees, leaving Deirdre where she sat for stretches of time before she could come howling back and then out again. “Don’t you want to do something fun?” She implored the pixie, “go to a party? I hear there’s several.” Sundew zipped back only to shake her head and return to her flying. “You’re going to hit something.” And hit something she did. Or rather, someone. For a moment, panic fluttered in Deirdre’s body, no normal human ever came to these parts. But just as quickly as she panicked, a chill shot down her spine and she was soothed by its familiarity. This person was fae, and she had nothing to fear. And, perhaps, some more fun to be had than watching Sundew. “Hello there,” she drawled, dipping into the riches of her Irish accent, “what’s a fae like you doing out here?” If there was a tree near her to lean on, she just might’ve.

Whatever time was not spent at the garden working or napping on a bed of moss was spent walking, always walking, with no real destination. Solomon was fond of his forest, which was to say that he’d found it suitable enough to settle in some five hundred years ago, though he’d only come down from the mountains recently. So this area, this town and all its oddities, were quite new to him. He would never be bored of exploring, and sometimes his patience would pay off with an interesting encounter. Hearing voices in the distance, the Leshy hid his true appearance before approaching, uncertain what might lay ahead. Listening curiously, he heard something about parties, and a word of warning—and then something terribly small was colliding with him, causing him to falter in his forward march and look down, brows raised. His dark gaze flitted from the little pixie to the one who was speaking, a look of mild shock crossing his features before mellowing back out into his typical calm. “Oh… nothing, really,” he said truthfully, glancing upward to the treetops. “Yourself?” His attention slipped back over to the pixie, watching her dart in and out of the underbrush with a soft, amused smile.

Most fae, when met with a new friend of their own kind, had more to say than three measly words. Deirdre thought it was curious, and then rude, and then boring. She cocked her head to the side and eyes the man, waiting for him to say more. A hello maybe. A so happy to meet another fae, how are you hopefully. She got neither. But Deirdre, ever charming, would not be deterred. Sundew was poor company, and she wanted better. “I’m Deirdre!” She offered, hand thrust between them. “Banshee. That’s Sundew; pixie. She’s not on mushrooms or anything, she’s just like that, actually.” As if to prove her point, Sundew zipped over head. Then paused, and zipped right back up to the new stranger.

“Oh, you’re cute,” Sundew whistled, “how’s about you and I have a little fun?” She winked, which was always a terrible sight on a pixie. Deirdre swatted her away.

“Ignore her,” she hissed, “you and I can have some fun instead.” Deirdre paused, “no, not like that. I mean regular fun.”

No one ever said Solomon was particularly interesting. Being alive for so long, there wasn’t much that surprised him at this point, and so his reactions to things had become increasingly subdued over the decades. And frankly, his social skills were extremely lacking in the first place, so it never occurred to him that he might come across as aloof, or disinterested. He was interested. Lifting a brow, Solomon glanced down to the hand that’d been offered, taking it slowly and giving it a firm shake, like he’d seen others do. “Solomon,” he copied her introductory format, his gaze flitting from Deirdre to Sundew. “I’m… uh. Well, me.” He didn’t rightly know what he was, only what he’d been compelled to do ever since he was old enough to think for himself. Giving Deirdre an apologetic shrug, his attention shifted back to Sundew, and a smirk graced his features. He didn’t have time to respond to the remark before the banshee was shooing the pixie away, his head cocked slightly to the side in confusion. That expression only settled further on his face when Deirdre piped up, then corrected herself. “Not like what?” he asked, entirely clueless. “I like fun.”

Why was it that getting to know certain fae around here was like pulling teeth? Deirdre kept her smile, thin and polite, but her mind screamed. Of course he was him, what kind of answer was that? She said she was a banshee, now it was his turn to confess. But, composed and cordial, she spoke as though she wasn’t talking to wet cardboard. “Okay, but what kind of fae are you? Spriggan? Nix? Don’t tell me you don’t know. I can’t deal with another one of those.” One Regan was more than enough. “Not like---” She swallowed. Do not yell at the new friend, do not yell at the new--- “Like sex,” she tried not to look too annoyance at his confusion. “Like hanky-panky. What do you want me to call it? I’m trying to tell you that I don’t want to fuck you.” Deirdre paused. “Not that--Not in an insulting way. You’re very attracti--I mean, it’s just. I’m just trying to--I have a girlfriend, I’m not interested in other--” The banshee reddened. “Look, I mean like a party or something. Good fun! Real fun!” Sundew groaned, trying to right herself. Deirdre swatted her again before she could speak. “You like fun; I like fun! We have so much in common.” Making friends was easier in Ireland.

The names she listed off were unfamiliar to Solomon—wait, no, he’d heard Spriggan before. He’d met a few of those, about fifty years ago, farther south. But they were different to him, so he was pretty sure that wasn’t it. No clue what a nix was, though. “Sorry to say, but I don’t know. Don’t have a name for it, anyway. Never met another one.” Watching the way her features stiffened and her jaw tightened, Solomon could tell she was irritated with him. Of course this is how it usually went, with the exception of a few people. No one seemed to want him around, which he felt was pretty justifiable. He didn’t quite grasp what made most of the folks he encountered tick, nor could he really be bothered to put forth the effort to learn. Raising a brow as she went on, Solomon was surprised to see her getting worked up like she was, and some small part of him found it rather amusing. “I see,” he said slowly, intrigued by how this conversation was unfolding, “It’s just as well, because I don’t want you to fuck me, either.” A small smirk tugged at his lips despite his discomfort surrounding the subject, which came mostly from a lack of understanding. He still wasn’t really sure what fucking was, exactly, but the way people talked about it, it sounded like something he’d be just fine never experiencing. “A party? Never been to a party. What’s that like? Do you know where they have them?” Clearly, the whole socializing scene was painfully alien to him, but his curiosity seemed to have been piqued.

Deirdre’s eye twitched. A scream raged silently in her head. She curled her hand into a fist and smiled a little wider, a little tighter. “You…” she breathed, “...don’t know?” The twitch transferred from her eye to the corner of her mouth. “There’s a name for it. There’s always a name for it.” And she’d just about had it with the fae in this town. How did he not know? How could he not know?

“Yeah the name for it is sexy,” Sundew purred. Deirdre reached out and snatched the pixie out of the air, tight in her grip.

“This is a pixie.” She waved her around, “I’m a banshee. There’s always a name for it! There’s hundreds of types of fae! How have you not met another one like you? How—“ She took a big breath in and tried to calm herself. Do not yell at the new friend. Do not yell at the new friend. “W-what do you mean you’ve never been to a party?” She blinked. “How old are you? How have you never been to a party?” He didn’t know what he was, he hadn’t partied before...it was like Deirdre’s luck was cursed. Of all the fae to run into here, it was the horny pixie and the robotic...whatever he was. “They have parties all over. The fae, like us, almost always have them in the forests. Can’t miss them.” Like at all. Even the most clueless fae eventually stumbled into a fairy ring and danced at some point. “I guess I’m taking you to a party then, any objections?”

Solomon’s eyes narrowed at his new acquaintance the longer she went on, eyes fixing on the pixie as she was gripped tightly in Dierdre’s fist and shaken about. “I’ve spent all my life alone, up in the mountains,” Solomon explained, reaching out to remove Sundew from the banshee’s grip. “You should be kinder to her,” he muttered gently, keeping his own palm open and flat for her to perch on, if she liked. “Old,” was all he responded with in regards to her second question, and addressing the third, Solomon lifted a brow at her. “Fairy rings? Oh, sure, I’ve seen those. Mostly tried to keep my distance, except one time… went bad. Killed a lot of humans. Try to just avoid them, these days.” At her announcement that she’d be taking him to a party, he seemed to brighten. “None from me!” Truth be told, he had felt disconnected from the rest of the fae community, no matter where he traveled… it was mostly because of his own solitary nature, and he’d never been particularly bothered by it, but the idea of meeting a bunch of them all at once had his thirst for adventure sparking to life.

“Oh, she’s fine. I’ve seen her fly right into trees before.” Deirdre waved Solomon’s concerns about the pixie aside. “I mean she’s—“ Deirdre paused, absorbing his words. All his life. On the mountains. “Oh,” she blinked, “you’re one of those fae.” The reclusive kind, always more common than they thought. Fae should have the freedom to live anyway they pleased, but she didn’t understand it much. She thought she might just go insane without another fae nearby, another person like her. The humans could be so droll. “Most fae would call killing a lot of humans a successful day at the fairy ring,” she laughed and waved her hand in the air again, “it’s fine. Who hasn’t gotten high and went on a murder spree? I have. Sundew has. It’s like a rite of passage in itself.” The pixie, though disoriented, nodded. What Deirdre hadn’t been expecting, though she adored the surprise, was Solomon’s enthusiasm at the prospect of a party. She grinned and circled around him, clasping her hand on his back and urging him forward. “Perfect!” She beamed. “A party it is! You and I, Solomon, we’re going to be good friends. I can feel it.”

“What do you mean, one of those fae?” Solomon repeated her words, looking puzzled. Was there something wrong with him? He’d be the last one to know, surely, if the rest of his life was anything to go by. And just like that, one little spot of self doubt was spreading into a broader stain, one that made him wonder if he’d had it wrong all this time. Deirdre’s confidence was throwing him, and he was inclined to believe everything she said. Naïveté was at the root of it all, and having such limited exposure to people who didn’t treat him like something to be feared. “It is? I never felt great about it… never felt great about a lot of the people I killed, but… they had it coming, I suppose.” He hadn’t done so in a while, now—ten years, give or take. It had been a peaceful little second of his lifespan, and he was hoping that it might continue, but that was looking more and more dodgy by the day. Particularly if he kept company such as this… but his conscience was quiet and his delight in getting along with someone effortlessly won out. A grin spread over his features, gaze darting to follow Deirdre as she moved until she was out of sight. He was easily moved by her hand, stepping along with a newfound sense of purpose. Friends! He didn’t have many of those—maybe only one, if he really got down to thinking about it. Another friend would be great! And a fae friend, at that! “How do we find one…?” He was full of questions, but there never seemed to be a hint of hesitation in his tone, to his credit.

“There are some fae that live like the ancient ones; secluded, reclusive, happy on their own.” Deirdre shrugged. The more she thought about living on her own like that, the more appealing it came to be. Yes, she didn’t understand it and yes she thought she might go insane—but that was the part of her that thought duty and mischief were paramount. The pieces of her that wanted an idyllic life, somewhere gentle with the woman she loved, thought it wouldn’t be so bad to leave the world behind. “Humans always have it coming; it’s in their nature. They take what isn’t theirs, claim land they don’t belong in, think they matter to this world more than any rabbit or bird.” She shrugged again, “what’s a little murder, anyway?” She gestured for Solomon to follow her as she started walking. “Sundew knows—pixies always know where parties are.” Sundew, upon hearing her name, aping to life and whistled past them, carving a path for them to follow. “Why’d you come down from the mountains?” She asked him suddenly. “It seems like it’d be nice there...all alone, without a soul to bother you….or did you get lonely?”

“Oh.” That sounded an awful lot like him. “What… what do you consider ancient? I was alone and happier for it for the better part of a thousand years,” Solomon shrugged, drawing up an eyebrow at her. The longer she spoke, the more he found that he agreed with her, and that little nugget of distaste and distrust of the humans was growing a size larger. “They are a bit like a plague…” he sighed, mostly to himself. Watching curiously as Sundew took off, the leshy could only grin and shake his head. “Hm?” he muttered, falling back to the present at Deirdre’s question. “Oh, it was nice,” he said with a nod, a wistful look coming over him. “Lonely…?” He’d never thought about that, he supposed. The forest never felt lonely when it was so full of wildlife. “I’m not… sure. Perhaps. It had been several hundred years since I last tried to…” His voice trailed, words faltering. What was he doing, after all? What was the point of him trying to understand humans better? “Suppose I might have gotten a bit bored, is all.” It was the best explanation he could come up with without getting into things he didn’t wish to discuss. “What about you? Why do you… stay?”

Deirdre nodded solemnly. There were only a few fae that lived that long, and Deirdre knew what they were called. Solomon, for a reason that was becoming increasingly clear, did not. She wondered if she ought to tell him, or if one revelation at a time was enough. She decided on sparing him. Another time. “Yeah, I’d say a thousand years is pretty ancient. I’ll live for five hundred—more, Fates willing—but I’m only in my thirties now, I can’t fathom a time that long just yet.” A fact that filled her mouth with a bitter taste, but Solomon had something of a calming nature. And with it, she trusted him. Oddly, perhaps foolishly, she trusted him. She nodded as he continued, picturing him up on the mountains, making his slow descent after years of watching in stillness. Must have been nice, to be so detached from the world. “Bored?” As she questioned him, they rounded a tree, coming face to face with a vibrant party of fae of all sizes. Music magically swelled as they stepped into the clearing, greeting pixies, leprechauns, gnomes and nymphs. The fae looked to them with bright smiles, loud hellos, even louder decrees to come join in their dancing. “Well,” Deirdre turned to Solomon, “you won’t be bored anymore, I can almost promise it.” And as for why she stayed, her smile grew fond, sentimental. “I stay for this.”

The fae reached for Solomon, eager to know him. He was fae, and he would be loved.

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