#holy shit I've written so much for olivia

[sturniqlo]

Grammys- C.S

summary: chris is singer!y/n plus one to the grammys, he can't help but be proud of her and her accomplishments.

cw: mild cursing, FLUFF

an: olivia rodrigo will be the fc for this but feel free to imagine who ever you'd like! also, i just love social media fics so much, this is also a social media fic!! it's a long one and it's officially my favorite thing i've ever written!!

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Following the release of her second album. Y/n has been nominated for three awards at this years Grammys. She's been nominated for the following categories; Best Pop Album, Record of the Year, and Song of the Year. When Y/n had found out she was nominated for three Grammys she was over the moon. "Holy shit, Chris!" With Chris next to her, on their daily walk, they jumped up and down, Chris picked her up and spun her around and kissed her face. "I'm so proud of you!" Later that night, Y/n and the triplets went out for dinner to celebrate her nominations.

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Two years ago, she had won two Grammys for her debut album, one for Music Video of the Year, and Best New Artist. Unfortunately, Chris and her were only friends at the time so her plus one was her mom, which she was still excited to share that special moment with her, but Chris was happily watching at home with his brothers and other friends cheering her on. Luckily, this time Y/n asked Chris to be her plus one to this years Grammys. "Of course I will!" He said giddily. Later that week, Y/n's manager had called her and told her she was invited to perform. "Are you serious? I- yea!" When she hung up and squealed and ran to Chris who was brushing his teeth. "Chris, you'll never guess what happened!"

It was the night before the Grammys and Y/n's team booked her and Chris a hotel room close to the arena where the Grammys were going to be held. "Do you want to go out for dinner, baby?" Chris rubbed Y/n's shoulders as she laid on his chest, controller in hand flipping through the channels on the tv. "Please, I'm starving." She turned off the television and threw the controller somewhere on the bed.

Y/n cuddled Chris, moving on top of him to bury her face into his neck, placing a few light kisses along his skin. "You nervous for tomorrow?" She asked, lifting her head off to look at him. "No, I don't see a reason to be nervous." He giggled. "Just don't pick your nose, or do anything that will make you feel embarrassed on live, national television." She teased him. Y/n felt him tense under her. "Baby, you can say that. Now I'm starting to overthink." He whined. "I'm kidding" She laughed into his neck. "Come on, let's go to dinner." She patted his chest as she got off of him and made her way to the bathroom.

At dinner, a couple of fans went up to both Y/n and Chris. They took a picture with each one and then one together with both of them. There was also a paparazzi outside the restaurant they were at. Luckily, he was a nice guy just trying to do his job, unlike other paps they've ran into in the past who asked invasive questions, harassed them when they wouldn't stop to pose for them, and pushed them to get a picture. They stopped and had a small conversation with him, and even offered him dinner which he kindly declined.

Y/n and Chris took a stroll around downtown, surprisingly the streets were pretty empty and they could enjoy a nice walk together before a hectic day. "I've never seen LA so empty before." Chris said, swinging their intertwined hands back and forth. "I was about to say that." She looked at him with a smile. Y/n loved intimate moments like these, just the two of them with no interruptions. "You're so pretty." Chris stopped and grabbed both of her hands and brought them to his chest.

"Chris." She whines, trying to hide her face in his chest. "Don't hide from me, let me see you." He lets go of her hands to gently grab her face. Face to face, she's beat red. As much as she loved the compliments he never failed to make her blush and same with him. "See, look at you. So beautiful. Can't wait to see you all dolled up tomorrow. Walking down the red carpet. Going up on the stage to perform, to win all three Grammys." He planted a kiss on her lips. Y/n couldn't stop smiling that she cheeks hurt. "Baby, you don't know if I'll even win or not." Chris hated when she doubted herself especially when it came to her music. "I know you will. Tell me, have I ever been wrong about any other award ceremony?" Every award show Y/n has even been invited to, she always won every category she was nominated for. She shook her head.

"Exactly, this time is no different. By this time tomorrow night, I'll be able to tell the world that my girlfriend is a five time grammy award winner."

Going back to their hotel, Y/n was skipping down the streets as Chris jogged lightly behind her giggling like high school teenagers hanging out for the first time. Chris stops jogging, and pulls his phone out to capture a picture of her. "Babe, look!" He says to her. As she turns to him, he takes picture. "Let me see!" She skips to him as he goes to the picture. "Send that to me!" She gasps.

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The next morning, Y/n's alarm blared at the crack of dawn. "Turn it off." Chris mumbled his morning voice making an appearance. He rolls closer to her and tucks his face into Y/n's neck who is sleepily trying to reach for her phone to turn it off. "I'm trying." She yawns, finally grabbing her phone and shutting off the alarm. "What time is it?" Chris picks his head up and yawns, running a hand through his messy hair. "six thirty." She says, throwing her phone next to her and wrapping her arm around Chris' bare torso. "Ughh!" He groans. Y/n stifles a laugh. "I don't think I've ever been up this early since the Billboard Awards." He leans his head on hers.

"Stop being dramatic." She giggles. After few minutes pass and Chris is slowly dozing off before he feels Y/n get off the bed. "Where are you going?" He asks, shielding his eyes from the bright sun that is entering the room. "The bathroom." She slips her slippers on and stretches. "Can you bring me a robe? I want to wear it. Wait, nevermind I'll go with you." He grunts as he gets up and walks towards the door where Y/n is waiting. Exiting the bedroom, they walk through the living area, the room being lit with sunlight, considering that they're in a high rise and there's no blinds in that area. "Woah! If I wasn't awake before I am now."

They take turns using the toilet, trying to wake up fully as they waited for one another. "Do you want a robe?" Chris asks, as he ties the robe closed. Y/n nods. "Why not?" He hands the last one to her and she slips it on, feeling the soft material on the parts her sport bra and sleeping shorts don't cover. "Soft, isn't it?" He hugs himself. "It really is." She does the same. They look at each other and laugh. As routine, they brush their teeth together and Chris takes his phone and hands it to her so she can take a picture.

"Room service?" Y/n asks Chris as they sit on the dining table provided for them. "Yes, let me get the menu." Chris gets up and runs to where he saw the menus earlier. "I'll have whatever you get." He tells her. Y/n picks up the phone and dials the room service number. Chris stares at her, blurring out her voice as he just stares. When she finishes, Chris realizes something and gasps. "What?!" Y/n gets startled. "We haven't kissed at all this morning." He says. "I thought it was something serious!" She gentry swats his robe covered arm.

"This is serious! Come here." He grabs her chin and kisses her.

A knock at the door breaks their small conversation of what today will look like. "I'll get it." Chris gets up placing a kiss on her cheek before going to the door. "Hello, good morning!" Y/n hears Chris greet whoever is at the door. "I can take it from here, thank you so much. Enjoy your day." Chris comes back in the room with a tray full of food. "Breakfast is here." He carefully places the tray down. All four plates are covered with a cloche. Chris places two in front of her and uncovers them. "Ta-da!" He says, Y/n giggles. "Thank you, Chris." She leans over to grab utensils and syrup for her waffles. "Im assuming I got the same." Y/n nods at him as she digs in her food.

"What time is everyone getting here?" Chris questions. "Rudy is coming here at nine to pick us up for sound check. And then we're coming back here at around eleven. My stylist, hairstylist, makeup artist, and photographer are getting here at twelve so we can both start getting ready."

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At soundcheck, Y/n and Chris spotted all of the other artists who were performing. And they were starstruck to say the least. They saw Harry Styles, which Y/n was over the moon for although she had met him a few times and needed a minute after those interactions, Billie Eilish also sound checked and both of them took a picture sneakily and sent it to the group chat with Matt and Nick. At home Nick was going crazy. They also saw H.E.R, Jack Harlow, and Lil Nas X.

"Alright, Y/n, you're up!" Her manager, Rudy, stood up to walk her backstage so she can get mic'd up. "I'll be back." Y/n kissed Chris as she walked away. He waited patiently, excited to know what songs she was going to since. She hadn't told him yet, but all he knew is she was going to sing a mashup of two songs. He stared at the stage, seeing her band members tuning up their instruments and playing a light beat. "Guitar needs to be turned up a bit." Someone working for the production yelled. As Sage, her guitarist kept playing a light strum he heard it get louder. "That's good!" They did that with the rest of the band and their instruments.

Finally, Y/n came out on the stage and waved at Chris. "Ready?" The same guy spoke to Y/n through around mic. "Ready!" She held up a thumbs up. "Alright test the mic." Y/n cleared her throat. "Testing one two three, three, two, one." She spoke, her voice could now be heard throughout the arena. "Turn it up just a tad more." The same man spoke. "Keep going." He said to Y/n. Repeating the same words her voice got louder. "Perfect! Now, let's hear her and the band together. Band, whenever you're ready."

The band started to play a light melody Chris soon realized what the song was, Invisible String, which was one of his favorite songs by her. It was about their relationship, and how they had certain moments in their lives that connected them to one another. Y/n, who grew up in New York had family in Massachusetts where Chris was specifically from and she would frequently visit them. Her career had just started at the age of sixteen so she would get stopped by a few people in his small town. However, years later they realized just how often they were face to face at the frozen yogurt shop Chris worked at. Eventually, they met again in LA at a movie premiere.

Before she got halfway through the song, the beat changed and turned into a new song. Pov, which was also about him and was her most popular song from her new album which was also nominated for both Record of the Year and Song of the Year. After soundcheck, they stopped by a spot to pick up a quick lunch to eat back at their hotel. They had a good half hour to eat until everyone would arrive. Y/n, Chris, and Rudy all ate their lunch and had a fun conversation about certain conspiracy theories.

Forty minutes later, their hotel room was full of people running back and forth from Y/n. Chris was first to get ready since he didn't need much. He just got his hair styled and his clothes fitted. He was memorized by Y/n, she would occasionally glance at him and wink making him giddy.

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"I'm nervous!" Y/n places her gloved hand on Chris' bouncing knee. "Why? It's just like any other award show." Chris looks at her. "It's the Grammys! And there's way more people watching plus we're sitting near the front and we'll be in the shots throughout the whole night. I'm going to embarrass myself." She regrets telling him what she did last night. "Baby, I was only kidding about what I said last night. You're not going to embarrass yourself, I promise. Okay?" She places a kiss on his cheek. "Okay, okay." The car comes to a halt and the driver up front tells them they have arrived.

"Ready to head out?" Chris nods. They get out and they are met with the red carpet, there's many artist walking on and stopping for pictures. "Hello, you must be Y/n and Christopher!" A lady in a suit speaks. "Hi, that's us." Y/n giggles, grabbing Chris' hand. "It's nice to meet you, let's get you two checked in! Follow me." They get checked in and get informed what time Y/n will be pulled out to get charged into her performance outfit. "Alright, you guys are ready for the carpet. I'm pretty sure your manager went over these things but you're free to ignore any questions you don't feel comfortable answering and also you can skip interviews but it's all up to you."

During the red carpet, they took pictures alone and together. Y/n decided that she did want to do interviews. "Here, let's do some interviews." She leaded Chris towards the interview section. "Y/n! Over here!" They both looked who called her and they're met with Liza Koshy. "Liza!" Y/n squealed. "Look at you, you're gorgeous!" Liza hugged her. "And you must be Chris, it's nice to meet you, I love watching your videos with your brothers." Chris thanked her.

"Can I interview you, Chris?" Chris froze. "Oh- uh, sure." Y/n smiles, watching Chris as he does his very first interview. "Excuse me, Y/n! Can we interview you for E!" A man dressed in a suit asks. "Of course!" During the interview, Chris walks behind and her and gets out of the shot. "He looks a bit nervous." The interviewer says. Y/n giggles, "He just had his first interview."

"You did great, babe!" Y/n tells Chris as they walk inside the arena to find their table. "You think so?" He asks. "I know so!" Soon, they find their table, remembering they saw their name cards on a table yesterday as they were setting them up. "Wait, look who's sitting there!" Y/! stops. "Who?" He's confused. "It's Harry!" Chris looks and it's enough there he is. "Holy shit! I'm going to be sitting next to him." Y/n gives him a stare. "Lucky, motherfucker."

"Hey, you be sitting next to the Christopher Sturniolo." He laughs. As they get to their table, they greet the people who have been hired to be sit ins at tables. "Hello!" A british voice says next to Chris. "Oh! Hello, I'm Chris!" He greets Harry. "You're Y/n's boyfriend, correct?" Chris nods. "I thought so, I saw you two here yesterday during soundcheck. She was amazing."

"Next up, please welcome grammy award winner and nominee, Y/n." Chris quickly stands up and starts recording on his phone. "Green was the color of the grass where I used to read at Centennial Park, I used to think I'd meet somebody there." Y/n's voice can be heard throughout the area. Chris can hear the crowd above in the seats singing along. "And isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some, invisible string, tying you to me?" Y/n looks over at Chris and points at him and then points at her.

She keeps singing the song for a couple more seconds before switching songs. "I wanna love me, the way that you love me." Chris doesn't notice but, a cameraman pans the camera to him and everyone watching at home got a scene of Chris smiling at her.

"You did great!" Chris tells Y/n as she returns back to her seat in her dress she had in before. "Thank you, I was so nervous!" Chris hugs Y/n. "I recorded the whole thing." He kisses her temple.

Minutes go by, performances go by and awards go by until it's time for Y/n's first category she is nominated in. "You got this, babe." He grabs her gloved hand and rubs his thumb over her knuckles. "And the Grammy for Best Pop Album goes to..." Dua Lipa says into the mic before opening the envelope. She sees who the winner is and nods her head smiling. "Y/n for her album Heart Beats" Y/n freezes in her seat and Chris jumps in his seat grabbing her hand and kissing it. "Babe, you won! Holy shit!" Seconds later, Y/n turns to Chris and they both get up. "Go up there, 'M so proud of you." He hugs her tightly rocking her side to side. "Oh my god, Chris." She grabs his face and kisses him quickly before walking up to get her award.

She hears one of her songs playing throughout the arena and covers her mouth. Soon she reaches the stairs carefully going up them. Dua Lipa meets her half way and gives her, her Grammy. "Congrats!" Dua pulls her into a hug. She stands to the side, and Y/n goes up to the mic, "Oh my- I- I want to start off by saying thank you to the recording academy for this award. I would also like to thank every single person who made this album possible, from the producers to my band and the person who inspired this whole album." She looks over at Chris who is recording but his head is turned away from his phone, looking directly at her and they both blush. "And I want to take a moment to thanks my fans, my supporters, my listeners this," She holds up the Grammy. "wouldn't be possible without you guys or your support. Thank you so so much! Lastly, thank you to my family, my friends, and my boyfriend for always believing in me and showing me endless love and support. I love you guys. Thank you!" She holds up her Grammy, before walking away backstage.

Her manager, Rudy, is waiting for her backstage. "Congrats, kid! Only two more to go!" He gives her a side hug and grabs the Grammy for her to put it in a safe spot before she goes back to sit down. "You did amazing!" Chris wraps his left arm around her and rubs her shoulder. "I was so nervous, sorry if I kept weird eye contact with you." She leans her head on his shoulder. "Only two more to go!" Suddenly and ring covered fist appears in front of Y/n. She realizes the familiar cross tattoo and lifts her head off Chris' shoulder. "Congrats, Y/n" She bumps Harry Styles' fist. "Thank you so much, Harry!" All three of them keep a conversation going until it's time for that last four awards. Y/n was surprised to hear that Chris and Harry had several conversations while she was up out of her seat. She even found out they took a picture together.

"And now, the winner for this year Song of the Year is..." Jared Leto opens the envelope. Chris, once again hold her hand. "Pov, by Y/n" Y/n throws her face into Chris' neck. The crowd erupts in claps and cheers. "Holy shit." She laughs. "You did it again! Song of the fucking Year!" Chris says, kissing her lips and getting up to hug her. She wipes her eye, and walks past Harry who pulls her into a hug. Walking up to the stage, she receives the Grammy from Jared and goes up to the mic. "Wow, hello again." She giggles. "Once again thank you to everyone in the recording academy for choosing me out of all of the other great artists. I'm incredibly grateful for even being here. I want to thank my producer, Fred, who helped me add some lyrics to this song. Thank you, Fred. ."

"I would like to dedicate this award to the person who inspired this whole song, and anything and everything I write, is my boyfriend Chris, without him I really wouldn't have been able to write this song. He is my muse, my best friend, my everything, he's really made me a better version of myself. I think I'd be lost without him. He also is truly one of my biggest supporters. Chris thank you for always being proud of me, for showing me what true love really is. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She smiles bowing a kiss in Chris' direction before walking off the stage.

By this time, Chris can't stop smiling, his cheeks are completely red from how much he's blushed and his eyes are glossed over from her heartwarming words. "I love you so so much." Is the first thing he said to her as she sat back down. "I love you more."

"Now, the grammy for Record of the Year goes to, this is a big one." Trevor Noah, the hosts says before opening the envelope. "Aha, Y/n! Pov!" Y/n gasps and turns to Chris. "My five time grammy winning girlfriend! You're amazing!" Chris engulfs her in a hug. "Chris, oh my god! This is actually insane." Y/n cant believe that she won all three grammys she was nominated for.

"This- this is absolutely insane. Wow," She blows air out. "I did some research when I got nominated for this grammy and found out this is for the best sounding song, which now blows my mind that I won. Thank you, recording academy. I also want to thank my producer once again, Fred, unfortunately he couldn't be here today. Also, thank you to the engineers and mixers, Jack, Travis, and Pat for their incredible support on the song. My band, Sage, Derick, Eve, Angel for playing the instruments on this song beautifully. And my mastering engineer Delaney. My team, everyone at Columbia Records. Just, thank you, to everyone who has ever and always supported me! Thank you so much! Goodnight!" She holds her Grammy up and walks away.

Back at the hotel, Y/n and Chris were exhausted to say the least. They decided to skip on the after parties and just stay huddled up in their room before they returned to their respective home the next morning. "I can't believe I won all three Grammys." She says as she wipes off her makeup sitting on the bed. "I told you, I'm never wrong when it comes to your awards." Chris grabs one of the three Grammys off the bed and reads the engraved words.

National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences

Y/n Y/l/n- Artist/Producer

Best Pop Album

"Now you can put these next to the other two you have on your bookshelf." He says grabbing all three carefully and placing them on the dresser that was provided. "Do you want to keep one?" Y/n says out of the blue. "What?" He says shocked. "Yeah, do you want the Song of the Year one? I like to call it your song. So it's your Song of the Year." She explains tossing the dirty makeup wipes in the small trash can near the bed. "But it's your Grammy." Chris says, walking over to her. "And it's your song." She adds on. "Are you sure?" Chris asks. "I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't." She smiles. "Okay, I'll take it and put it next to my Y/n shrine." They both laugh.

"Have I told you how much I'm proud of you?" Chris teases. "You've told me once or twice." She nods, smiling. "Well, that's not enough. I really am so proud of you. Like so much I can't put into words."

"Thank you, Chris. I love you."

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[veridium]

Cass x Olivia Master Post Update!

Update for November 1st!

These are listed in Chronological order as much as possible. Some ficlets are not dependent on a specific time set, so they are fine to read no matter where you are in their timeline. Olivia is a OC character in Theia’s saga, so she is first introduced there. So, from her first appearance in Theia’s story “ICE IN HER BLOOD” up to present.

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Chapter 14 of ICE IN HER BLOOD: Kiss and Tell

Chapter 15 of ICE IN HER BLOOD: Drink Your Fill

These chapters give an intro to who Olivia is and how Theia knows her from their days traveling with the rest of the Foxes during the Mage Rebellion.

Chapter 32 of ICE IN HER BLOOD: A Crossroads

Chapter 33 of ICE IN HER BLOOD: Blade for Blade

Chapter 34 of ICE IN HER BLOOD: On Thin Ice

Chapter 35 of ICE IN HER BLOOD: Allied Powers

Chapter 36 of ICE IN HER BLOOD: A Last Dance

Chapter 37 of ICE IN HER BLOOD: Grief Stricken

Chaper 38 of ICE IN HER BLOOD: Stolen Sleep

These Chapters are of when Olivia next reappears in the saga, for the Winter Palace ball. These are also her and Cassandra’s first encounters, time in combat together (LOL), and first conversations. I highly recommend reading them because they ground Olivia’s character development and flesh out her persona, and they are the preliminary moments she and Cassandra share together before I dive into their own subfic/romance arc.

After I wrote Chapter 38 I decided to write their own love story separately from the Saga in order to have more room to dive into their story:

“A Wedding At Skyhold”

The first big event that takes place after the Winter Palace, wherein Cassandra approaches Olivia for company during a wedding at the Skyhold Fortress. Some good, fluffy shit.

“A Spoonful of Midnight”

A small, sweet scene where Olivia brings Cassandra some dinner and they share a conversation. Cassandra sees the side to Olivia’s personality that has been kept in the margins whilst she played the Great Game.

“Break Bread With Me”

This is a flashback snapshot of when Olivia and Cassandra are still figuring out their relationship, but are nonetheless close enough to have a friendly report. Cassandra has returned from the mission to Caer Oswin, still reeling from all she has discovered of the Seekers as an organization. A visit from Olivia with a peace offering provides a most potent and sweet distraction.

“THE SEEKER AND THE BLACK DOVE”

THIS Baby is the heart of their love story, and includes a Post-Exalted Council Epilogue. If you’re looking for the gut of their romance, this is it. It is Six Chapters + the Epilogue, so it’s definitely a longer and more involved read.

“The Second First Kiss”

Cassandra takes the opportunity to rectify a concern of hers: topping their first kiss with something more romantic and unforgettable. 

“Broken Strings” *NSFW

Cassandra comes to see Olivia during a late night of what she thought to be work, but turns into the best kind of trap.

“In The Shadow of the Sunburst Throne” PART ONE + PART TWO

Olivia and Cassandra finally hash it out with regards to the future and the realities of their relationship. Cassandra comes clean about her eavesdropping, testing Olivia’s shallowly invested trust in her intentions.

“Luminous”

A small short story of a time when Olivia comes “home” with a project from her studies. Complete fluff, but it’s good fluff.

“Tumbling Down”

Olivia brings Cassandra along during one of her favorite work tasks: harvesting herbs and plants from a nearby meadow. It’s the early stages of their relationship, and Cassandra finds the more time Olivia has to provoke her stoicism, the more surprises she has in store for her – like, for one, tumbling down a hillside voluntarily.

“Welcome Back Seeker”

A short one-chapter ficlet. Cassandra’s first return to Skyhold since her and Olivia get together, where she forgets she has someone to come back to (romantically-speaking). Olivia is her golden, giddy self.

“Dulled Edges”

Olivia’s memories of her days assassinating Mage hunters comes to her in the middle of a workday. Cole, ever the dependable provider of solace, visits her. He reminds her of all she has gained, even as she wonders what she has lost.

“Just a Trim”

Olivia and Cassandra spend some time together whilst Olivia takes it upon herself to trim her lover’s hair. 

“Insult to Injury”

A short story, Olivia gets injured during a skirmish in the Exalted Plains, prompting Cassandra to let her protectiveness as a lover really shine (lol). 100% bittersweet fluff.

“AN UNFORGIVING NIGHT”

This is a 6-Chapter exploration of how Olivia and Cassandra deal with the politics of their relationship, one being a Chantry Seeker (used to be, anyway) and a Mage survivor of the Rebellion. It’s another long one, but it shows a lot of growth, and you get to really see the core of Olivia’s strength in her identity.

“Dancing in a Burning Room”

A fluff of bedtime reading for Olivia and Cassandra. It’s a good spotlight onto the world of academia that Olivia aspires to be apart of. Also, just good, lovey stuff.

“A Lover’s Vigil”

Another night of sleep at Skyhold wherein Olivia busies her mind and Cassandra attempts to find some semblance of rest. Some Grade A Fluff, Enjoy!

“Deliberations”

A short, one-chapter story. Olivia gets visited and questioned by a Chantry official after the Capitol learns of their love affair, and Cassandra being considered for Divine causes them to fear what influence Olivia would have on her. Olivia dishes out some Grade A, scalding-hot sass.

“Comparing Notes”

Some good friendly banter between the Inquisitor and Seeker, good friends at this point in their tenure together, as they watch their partners converse over Orleisian politics. I’ve always wanted to write this dynamic and it is some wonderful queer fluff. 

“Believe Me, I Choose You”

This is staged time-wise during the Inquisition’s taming of the Exalted Plains, but before the Hissing Wastes. Cassandra and Olivia are on a short diplomatic mission and Olivia’s reputation as a former harlot and agent in the Inquisition wears on her, especially when she is held up to Cassandra’s heroic stature in comparison. Good, angsty fluff.

“ALL THAT GLITTERS”

Olivia is dispatched on a stealth mission to Val Royeaux in order to secure extorted Inquisition funds. She has Cassandra promise not to follow her, and to let her handle her own responsibilities, but the Seeker’s protectiveness compels her to follow anyway. A horrific ordeal ensues, testing Olivia’s self-worth and Cassandra’s self-discipline in the face of growing, deepening love. 

**The titles in all Caps and Bolded are multi-chapter, main storylines. 

Inboxed OC Prompt + Letter Correspondences Stories That Have No Strict Tie to The Chronology But Are Sweet and Queer:

“Please”

Prompt: A kiss that says “please.”

“Warning Kiss”

Prompt: A kiss as a warning. 

“Bloodshed”

Prompt: A kiss with tears. 

“Not Your Baby”

Prompt: Please write a scene of Olivia being bad-ass. 

Letters From The Wastes

Letters exchanged between them during Cassandra’s initial deployment in the Hissing Wastes with the Inquisitor. 

Then, last but not least, I have written one post-Exalted Council series (Two Parts now) 

“Uh, Marry Me?”

A morning in bed together after a long time apart prompts some build admonitions on Cassandra’s part, bringing to bear the future of her and Olivia’s relationship.

No, Really, Marry Me

Two years after Cassandra and Olivia come to a rough agreement about the futurity of their relationship, the Seeker takes one final chance to win over Olivia. Her orchestrated surprise leaves Olivia awe-struck, but will it be enough to convince her that they can defy the traditional limitations of marriage? 

Love and Light!

-Veri

[fkevin073]

You're the Nick/Ziggy ceo and you don't know how gratefull i'm for that 💓

Ah thank you! that's so kind.

and yeah this toxic tragic we-could-have-had-it-all ship has taken over my brain for the past like 6-7 months. I've never written so much for a couple before. they've literally hijacked my brain and I'm still not done with them just yet. after "seasons change" there's just one more potential idea and then I think that might be it for new content. but who knows? I've said that before. I have a weird kind of pride in the fact that like 15% of the nick/ziggy fics are mine. I do wish there were more to read though. I'm not reading on any site other than ao3 so options are limited.

50/10 for accuracy and obsession.

if Ash/Gillian or Ted/Sadie ever work together again I would literally scream so badly. hopefully we get more fear street movies. I'm totally down for Nick to reappear as a ghost just pestering Ziggy if she's the one who took the book. that would be cool.

also, on an unrelated note - "no time to die" by Billie Eilish is definitely up there on the podium for their theme song. I have no idea why that never occurred to me before but I listened to the song again recently and holy shit. Definitely up there with "traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo imo

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𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: sub! takami keigo/hawks x dom! reader

MENTIONS: choking, slight bondage, thigh riding, overstimulation, degrading, praising

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: thank u olivia for being the kinky bastard u are and sparking my voyage on writing this for 4 hours straight during online classes

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there was no doubt that keigo always had heads turning his way. the proud wings flaring and flashing their rich red colors. several awards had hung around his neck, he was only twenty one and he had his own agency.

he seemed hard to drag down. such a figure as him, had managed to boldly interrupt the hero billboard chart event in front of hundreds of thousands and yet here he was kneeling in front of your feet.

whenever he gave you face he always looked up at you with such dolled up gaze. there were hickeys littered all up his neck and his collarbone, some of them redder than others. he had taken the pleasure to dress up all pretty for you in the raunchy black skirt that he had bought from what seemed like ages ago.

the skirt had barely covered his rear. when he was waiting for you in the bedroom, it was like an invitation just written out for you with silver lining. keigo never joked around with this thing. you two barely got to hang out anymore and the day he had off, you had unfortunately had a in person college class.

he looked so incredibly upset when you had told him. he was ready to be slow fucking all day whether or not you were on top or bottom.

keigo knew you worked hard and so he wanted to reward you with a treat. he even had shaved his legs for the occasion. you would have been crazy to decline his offer so you accepted it.

here he was with his pointed tongue flicking around, settling to sucking your clit. you had your hand on the back of his head as your lips parted.

the blonde has always been good at oral, he would be on his knees and worship your pussy like god had descended from heaven just to grace him with his presence. keigo's humming sent vibrations throughout the lower half of your body, all while getting a little rougher with you stimulating more pleasure than before. your mouth hung open, breathy moans weren’t afraid to call out his name. he seemed to be enjoying it as much as you, muffled gasps of what you made out to be your name, left his lips like a hushed prayer.

he rocked his his hips trying to comfort his own arousal, clenching at times as your moans picked up.

"more, keigo, baby- so good for me!" you groaned as his pace picked up and his doe eyes had widened at the praise. shit, his beautiful dolled up his face was so endearing. "oh- fuck!" you came without warning, grabbing onto his hair and forcing him into your core, shuddering as he you could hear him choking. he wasn't protesting but rather gulping up whatever he could as if it was holy.

not a single drop had fell to the floor as you expected from him. once you released your grip on your lover's head, he pulled back to take in a hefty breath of air. you almost cooed at the sight, your juices had stuck to his lips and his cheeks.

he looked dazed as if he was the one who just experienced the leg shaking climax you had just climbed down from. keigo made sure to lap up the excess cum from his face as he watched you layed on the edge of your shared bed. “what a pretty boy,” you peck him on his cheek.

"come here keigo," you patted your thigh. he obeyed wordlessly, sitting on your thigh. "you're going to ride my thigh, m'kay baby?" you grabbed onto his hips and he looked with you a soft curious gaze, "i've never done that before..." you could feel his throbbing cock through his panties, a slight wetness as you felt the precum seeping through the cotton. his wings were twitching slightly as you moved your hands slightly.

"i'll help you," you helped him snap up his hips with the aid of your thigh rubbing against his heat. he choked slightly with the sudden pleasure, sending hot shivers from his legs to his wings.

you guide his hips for a little more after before he finally gets the hang of it. soon enough you were both huffing from the friction. the pink twinge from being out of breath started to arise on keigo's cheeks. "mommy..." he mewls, keeping himself steady with one hand while biting the other to keep him from crying out.

"there you go, baby, keep going," you say watching him throw his head back and pick up his pace. he hums as the bed begins to rock from him moving up and down your thigh. "fuck, mommy- help!" he cries, clearly unsatisfied with the work he was getting accomplished. "patience, keigo," you hum, cupping his chin, stroking it with your thumb and watching his flushed cheeks flare up even more as his frustration grew.

his wings flapped in disarray as he cried once more about not being able to feel enough. it was a slow climb but he began to finally feel it in his stomach. he groans and grunts as he winces at the friction.

"ah!" he shifts the hindering fabric of the skirt out of his way as he starts to rub up against your thigh harder. "oh shit, oh god!" his wings were beating now, his breathing becoming shallow and ragged. he continued to scale in pitch as his high had built up. he was clearly trying to hold onto it but he was not doing too hot.

he let out a loud cry as he came, his legs shuddering as he gripped onto your thigh to support him. his wings had spread out briefly before he had been left panting. the cum had leaked from the fabric seeping onto your thigh.

he wasn't as ruined as you wanted him to be. you were ready for him to only swear by the four walls where all this had taken place. you decided you didn't want to watch keigo come down from his high so you grabbed hold of his thighs once again.

"mistress what are you—" he tenses as your rubbed his sensitive cock against your thighs again. his lips form into an "o" before he was quick to follow up, whining as he complying to get himself off.

keigo's lips trembled as whimpers were caught up in his throat, purposely trying to muffle them. you were sure the he would so much louder than he was letting on. "look at you," you purr, watching him struggle, "so obedient... you really are my little bitch boy, huh, kei?"

you sent a smack to his ass making him squeak softly in return. you could feel his legs tensing as he grinds against you, pushing through the pleasure which vibrates through his lower half.

“ugh!” keigo groans, feeling the knot build up in his stomach. his breathing became caught in his throat as he craved more and more friction. “please- oh- please!” he gasped out as the high came once again and this time he came harder with a strangled moan tearing from his throat.

the blonde hums as he rides it out and you feel the cum dribble from your leg down to your sheets. you motion to take off his panties, discarding the ruined material. “hmm, are you going to fuck me, now,” he asks, the slight shifting of his member rubbing against your thigh making him shudder.

he was sweaty, covered in the mixture of his own juices. keigo looked so ready to sprawl out in front of you and take you in. “so desperate are we?” you sat up and gripped his hips once again. “a-again? it’s too sensitive...” he mewls, “it’s way too sensitive- ah!” he couldn’t do anything else but to comply, gripping onto your back as his ragged moans fell out of his mouth subconsciously.

tears started to prick at the corner of his eyes, resting his chin on your collarbone. he moved his hips unsteadily, every movement followed by his moaning. “i can’t do this!” he cries, feeling the skin rub against skin. he shook his head as his whole body started to twitch and his wings flapped vigorously.

you rubbed the sensitive areas of his wings, you knew how he twisted up and writhed under your touch. he was even louder than before. “mistress! mistress! i’m going to burst- fuck!” his whole body was racking up with moans as he came on you once again.

he felt like liquid in your hands, warping to every touch. little murmurs of him reciting, “so good,” filed your ears as you kissed his already abused neck.

you almost felt bad for what he was going to have to endure. “grind on my thigh again,” keigo’s eyes widened at your request, “my little bitch boy,” he seemed to love that nickname because he began to get at it.

endless whimpers seemed to come out of his mouth, he sounded so ruined and overwhelmed. keigo’s eyeliner was starting to run and smear, his hair was a mess, and drool was dripping from his lips. he barely could move on his own, his movement hitching as he failed to keep rhythm.

he seemed to pause at times to catch his breath, huffing and looking up at you with desperation. you gave in, taking charge of his hips and creating friction between you two once again at a steadier pace. his hands now abandoned your thigh, not being able to keep up with it. “god, you’re such a whore for me aren’t you!”

keigo could only moan in response, nodding frantically squeezing his eyes shut. he desperately tried to find something grab onto, leaning back to grab onto the sheets. “it’s too much! too much!” the blonde cries. you grin and take a hold of his jaw, “quit your crying,” he whimpers and obeys continuing to ride out with no complaint, “i’m coming!” he yelps, his voice hoarse and dry from the amount of vocalizing he had done.

“oh, god, look at him,” you thought. you held him as he shuddered. you had never pushed him this far to where every part of his body was responding to your loving touch.

you helped him stand up, his knees buckling from the instability. “this is not over, kei,” you say, grabbing a piece of cloth and tying it securely around his wrists in from of him. the way he looked at you so submissively and timidly sometimes, jesus....

“am i going to get the strap?” he voice cracking a little bit from how worn it got. his question was soon answered when he felt it brushing up against him.

you moved him down to lay on his chest. his flushed cock laying against his stomach. you picked up the back of his skirt and had his legs spread out for you as you prepped his hole. you ignored his whorish remark to just put it in raw, lubing up his hole. he gasps at the feeling of your fingers stretching him out, squirming under your touch.

“put it in already, kid, i—“ a slap came towards his ass, he shut himself up with a whimper. “listen, keigo, i’m in charge here. it’s mistress to you.” you growled and you peaked at his starry eyed look, feeling him clench a bit in response. “what a brat,” you slap his ass one more time before helping him back up to his feet.

you readied at his hole, leaning into him with your breath hitting his ear. “oh, shit,” he whines as he feels the tip start to enter him slowly. you made sure he felt every inch of the strap, “you like that, huh?” you started hum in you ear, switching the vibrating side that you had inside on.

keigo just nodded, squeezing his eyes shut and letting out curses. his tied up hands were clawing at the cloth in attempt to relieve the pressure from the pleasure. you bottomed out inside of him, feeling the vibrating end graze over your g-spot making you moan softly with him.

you started to drag yourself in his walls which made hum. once you got the hang of things, you started thrusting faster, bringing your hands up under his shirt, tease his aroused nipples. his face twisted up in satisfaction with your actions. you kissed his atop collarbone, praising his body all the while, “you’re so incredibly pretty when you take the strap like this,” he eats up the compliment, an expression filled with euphoria.

you didn’t keep this up for long, soon enough, he was shaking at your thrusting. “hmm- fuck!” he whines, drawling out his moaning, “let me feel all of you, mommy! punish me for being the dirty little slut, i am!”

he collapses onto the sheets below him, not being able to keep upright any longer. you smack his ass, thrusting in deeper as he screams in pleasure. he manages to break the cloth binding from around his wrists and his hands immediately groped onto the sheets as you continued to fuck him over the side of the bed.

he was gone all that came out were moans and cries afterward as he came once again on the sheets.

you pulled out of him and flipped him over to his back, changing course and fucking him into the sheets. you were rough with it, his hips would definitely show bruising as you dug your nails into his sides. his the black skirt that was hugging around his waist was going to be stained with him all over it.

“it hurts so much but it feels so good, please, just choke me!” his request had shocked you, but you complied and wrapped your dominant hand around his neck, squeezing at the sides. he let out choked gasps and moans as his tongue lolls out of his mouth and his eyes roll back in his head at the overwhelming sense of bliss.

“oh fuck, baby! you’re my little bottom bitch, fuck!” you felt yourself coming at his blissed our expression, slowing down and pulling out and bottoming in him, hitting his prostate each time causing him to letting out a strangled cry through your choking.

“please, mommy, make me cum!” his breathing didn’t slow down as you tortured his prostate. he promptly came not being able to take the amount of rounds he had gone through and such intense love toward his body.

he looked up at you as you took your hand off his neck. “you treat me so well,” he panted as he received kisses to the jaw and around his face. his body was tiring out and he looked ready to settle and sleep. “you’re so precious, kei,” you say while helping him clean himself up, “i don’t know what i’d do without you,”

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Let’s hope this reblog isn’t as long as the chapter 🤣😅🙈

Or, you know, do! Because I love the long reblogs 🤣

Self care 🤣🤣🤣♥️

I mean.....🤣🤣🤣🤣

Holy shit 😳😳😍

You will notice throughout this reblog how much I love the way you describe things 😅♥️

So in love with this description 😍🤩

I am SO in love with the description. Like so in love with it!

Thank you!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤

I love her 🤣🤣🤣 like yea he’s hot and he’ll do anything for me and I love him, but dammit if he’s not an idiot sometimes 🤣♥️♥️

I feel like that pretty much encapsulates their relationship!😂😂😂😂

This is probably my favorite part 😍 I love their relationship so much! Is because I never saw that ship coming? The way you write him? All the above.

Rashad was a surprise to me too! Much like Max, he wasn't in my original plan, but more of a plot device that grew on me! Originally he was just in there to help her with the contract, but.... Well, you see what happened!

Thissssssssssss! I am so in love with this version of Rashad you wrote it’s my favorite I’ve ever read!

THANK YOU

Finding someone that you can have such conversations with is one of the best things ever. Emphasis on conversations not battles, not mansplaining, not arguing, even if you have different opinions -especially when you have different opinions sometimes!- it helps expand your view of the world and just learn new things. And it’s just so amazing watching someone talk about things with passion and it’s just so damn attractive

Yes, it's AMAZING when that happens!!!!!

Did you ship Leo and Olivia together in this series as well? Asking because of this,

For a minute I imagined her with Leo 🤣🤣🤣🤣

I haven't given it a ton of thought since neither really made an appearance. (at least until Liv shows in a one shot). But in my head, they are almost always a thing now.

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THE PERFECT POETIC ENDING I LOVE IT 🤩🤩🤩

And having it I first person just made it that much more amazing!!!!

Ok, while I’m sad that the “official” story is over, I’m so happy because it turned out to be a very interesting story! And you wrote a book. A BOOK!

I just....I......😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

I started off being weary of the characters because as a reader, we didn’t know the whole story and their personalities. But bit by bit things come to light and we slowly watch them evolve, grow, learn, and make mistakes. It was one hell of a ride that I wish I can reread it without knowing what happens all over again 🤣♥️ I went from not knowing how to feel about Riley to loving her 😂♥️♥️ You didn’t just write and interesting story, you created complex characters. I had so much fun discussing them with you and reading the story. So, so happy for you and what you accomplished! Congratulations my friend ♥️♥️♥️

Thank you for ALL OF THIS! And Thank you for taking this journey with me! And sticking in there even when it seemed like you needed a hazmat suit! This is my most favorite thing I've ever written to date, fan fic and non fan fic included. It will always have a very special place in my heart. That's why I have like ten planned one shots so far! 🤣

Seems appropriate:

Now, let's see if I can come close to this with Savage Love.

Bad Romance Epilogue 5: Riley

Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam, Liam x Max, Riley x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad

Paring this chapter: Riley x all of them, these are her recollections of all four relationships.

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Language, adult themes

Word Count: 3,795

Special thanks to @21-wishes for pre reading and discussing with me!

A/N: This clocks in at roughly four times longer than the previous four epilogues, which is fair, because they each had their recollections about their relationship with her, but she has her recollections about her relationships with all four of them.

Part of me is really sad because with this final epilogue, the series truly comes to an end. It's bittersweet for me. I'm going to miss this series and these characters.

On the other hand, total word count, with all 36 chapters, five epilogues and two one-shots (so far) comes to 108,643. That's a lot of words. That's a book. I wrote, and finished, a book. While I can't publish or make money on it because it's fan fiction, still....I wrote a book. In four months. That gives me a deep sense of satisfaction, and the confidence to go back to working on my original book.

I know not everyone is a fan of this version of Riley, but I kind of love her. So I hope everyone is kind. What started off as a toxic mess somehow, inexplicably, evolved and transformed into something functional and meaningful. At least to me. I hope at least a few of you have enjoyed reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

My other stuff: Master List.

It started off selfishly on my part. All of it. But can you really blame me? I mean come on, hot rich guy offers to fly me to Europe on a private jet where his family will foot the bill for everything for the foreseeable future and my only job is to buy fancy clothes, on their dime, attend balls and hang out and flirt with the other hot rich guy that I’d already fucked anyway? Are you really going to tell me you wouldn't have done it? It sure beat the holy hell out of waiting tables.

Did I start sleeping with Maxwell Beaumont because I felt like I owed him something? No. I did it because I wanted to. Because that's what I do, whatever the hell I want. Always have. Because you see, the world is a shitty place, my little corner of it was no exception. Everybody else I’d ever known did whatever the fuck they wanted without regard to how it affected others, how it affected me. Why should I be any different? Life is too short.

Like I said, Max was hot, and a good way to kill the time during the social season. I knew I was technically there to win the heart, and the hand, of a prince. But let's be honest, what were the odds he was ever going to want me? No one ever had, not my parents, not the first boy I fell in love with, nobody. I didn't see the likelihood that an actual real life bona fide fucking prince was going to, regardless of what had happened between us in New York. So why the hell not sleep with Max?

But Liam pursued me relentlessly, even though he shouldn't have, even though he wasn't supposed to, even though he was told not to. He was supposed to be giving all the women equal time and an equal chance, but he didn't, not even close. Oh, I mean he did publicly in front of the court but behind the scenes? Not so much. So, I started sleeping with him too. Why not? Two hot rich guys all over me? I didn't see the problem. There was no problem, at least not until I went and fell in love. I blame Liam.

He was charming and appropriately funny in every setting. But when we were alone? He was charming in an entirely different way, sweet, vulnerable, solicitous and hysterically funny in a completely inappropriate way. But the thing that really drew me in was that he listened to me. No, I don't think you understand. I mean he really, actually, actively listened to me.

Look, I've never lacked for male attention, not since puberty anyway. I'm used to men throwing themselves at me, crashing their ships on my rocks as it were. They competed with each other; they did ridiculous things to try and impress me. But what they didn't do was take the time to get to know me. The real me. Because that's not what they cared about. I knew what they cared about. It only took me one heartbreak to decide that I wasn't about that life.

One of the few pieces of wisdom my mother did manage to impart to me at an early age was that in any given relationship there's always one person that loves more than the other, and they are the one that inevitably gets hurt. So, my mission in life had been simple. Always be the one who cares less, always leave first, don't get hurt again. Simple. Until it wasn't.

Liam listened to me, as if my ideas and thoughts actually mattered. Like I was fucking important or something. Like I had an actual brain in my head, like I was more than just my looks. Pretty intoxicating stuff if you ask me.

I know it sounds like a humble brag, but I don’t see the point of false modesty, I know I'm an attractive woman, more attractive than most. And it may sound like a stupid thing to complain about, but being smoking hot isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Can I fuck pretty much whoever I want? Yeah. Can I get stupid men to give me just about whatever I want in the pursuit of that? Again, yeah. And that’s all well and good unless you want more than fun and games. When you’re built like I am, you never really know if someone wants you for you or for the physical aspect that they see, that is pleasing to the eye and to the touch. Liam had a fairly similar problem between the money and the crown, something we actually connected on and commiserated about.

When I was in high school, I was a smart kid. Smart and pretty aren't supposed to go together. After high school a lot of the athletic guys told me they had crushes on me, but they never asked me out because they thought I was too smart for them, and I would have rejected them. The boys I met in my advanced AP classes and debate club had similar stories. They developed crushes, but thought I was too pretty and would have rejected them. Meanwhile I didn't date much in high school. Until I met a boy from a different high school, but he broke my heart.

Then I hit college and discovered the very real power I wielded over men. And it didn't take me long at all to figure out how to use that to my advantage. Men were pigs, they would use a woman for what they wanted and discard her. Why shouldn't I do the same? It got me the things I wanted in life, and a little bit of vengeance on behalf of my whole gender, so why the hell not?

Then Liam Rys came along and changed every damn thing. He treated me like a real person, he listened to my hopes and dreams, he shared his own childhood heartaches and fears with me, and he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. I decided he was different, that opening up his heart to me meant something, that I had finally found something real. And I fell right the fuck in love with him. He held my beating heart in the palm of his hand.

So, you can imagine how gutted I was when it appeared that it had all been an elaborate lie and he was just like all the others, only worse because I had believed him, trusted him, let myself fall in love with him. I broke my own rules, I did the thing I wasn't supposed to do.

I had only myself to blame. I should never have let my guard down. So, in way of self-care, I fell back into Max's arms, and his bed. And Drake's.

If there's one thing I learned in college it’s that the best way to get over one man is to get under another. So that's what I did. And listen, I had always had a philosophy: piss me off a little and I was definitely going to sleep with one of your friends. Piss me off a lot and it was going to be your cousin, brother or best friend. I like to twist the knife where it hurts the most. But even so, that's not really why I started with Drake, though it was a definite fringe benefit.

Watching Liam squirm, watching the low-key fury that he could do nothing about with every brush of my lips across Drake’s, with ever loving caress I gave him, was just the cherry on top of my sundae. It was much less than what he deserved for tricking me into thinking he was different, for making me love him then breaking my heart.

But if Liam owns my heart, then Drake owns my body. That’s now as shallow as it sounds. The way my body responds to his is out of my control and always has been. Being close to him without touching is an actual, physical struggle. A hard one. There has always been some kind of magnetism pulling us together. I know exactly where he’s at in a room without even looking. I can literally feel him. It’s crazy. It’s insane. It’s fucking amazing. That energy, that pull his body has on mine is what keeps me anchored in this realm of existence, I’m sure of it.

Drake Walker is attached to me by some kind of cosmic decree that I have never been able to figure out. He killed Tariq over me and damn near killed the king of Auvernal and started a war. He only thinks about me, ever, he doesn’t even consider consequences to himself when he undertakes these things. That’s why I have to do it for him. I can’t let him destroy himself protecting me. After Tariq’s death, I realized that the system wasn’t going to do its job, that no one had his back, that no one was going to protect him! No one but me. That was when I started amassing political power. It was all for him.

If he was going to do stupid shit to protect me, then I was going to do smart shit to protect him. I was going to do whatever I had to do. Even marrying the man that shattered my heart.

Did I mention that I’m just two classes shy of a master’s degree in political science? People often dismiss me because, again, smart and pretty aren’t supposed to go together, but in truth, I was probably wildly more qualified for the job of queen than most of the snobby bitches that looked down on me. While they were learning how to sip tea and play piano, I was learning how governments work, and how wars happen, or get avoided. I knew how the game was played. Add in my ability to manipulate people, especially men, and it was time to get serious about that queen thing.

Though Liam and I found our way back to each other eventually, at the time, I was still furious with him, and my only focus was Drake, but I decided to stop fighting the engagement. If Liam wanted me to be queen, I’d be queen, and I’d use that power to help Drake. But I wasn’t by God doing it on Liam’s fucking terms. So, I set some events in motion that gave me leverage to amend the contract, and I made damn sure the new version protected Drake and Max.

Then I set out to get Drake out of the mess he was in because of me. I secured the best lawyer Cordonia had to offer and I made sure Liam pulled the correct strings behind the scenes. I campaigned on his behalf, I lined up character witnesses, I had a conversation with Tariq’s brother, I made sure Drake was exonerated, that was all me.  

Ironic that, later on, Drake would question if my love for him was real or if I only wanted him as a cog in my political power structure. Really fucking ironic considering the whole damn thing had been constructed for his benefit. He really is stupid sometimes.

And through all of that, after Liam had broken my heart in two, and when Drake was fighting against me, making it harder for me to help him, Max was there. Max was just always fucking there!

There was literally nothing I could say, nothing I could do that pushed him away. And trust me, I tried. I know that sounds horrible. Max is the sweetest, most genuine, most giving, loving person I know. But that’s what I had thought about Liam, and he’d broken my heart. So, I pushed Max away. I used him for sex, I used him for comfort, I used him as my fallback position. And he let me. But more than that, he offered nothing but support, he just kept being there, and it felt good when I was with him. I don’t just mean in a sexual way.

Slowly I started to realize that the chaos boiling inside me was somehow muted when he was there. And he was always there. He never failed me. He never disappointed me. He never left. He never hurt me, and he refused to let me push him away.

I once referred to him as my emotional support boyfriend and that isn’t far from the truth. Max balances me. He calms my rages and soothes my rough edges. The turbulent waters in my mind churn less when he’s around, the raging infernos in my heart cool in his presence. He tames me. He fucking tames me, and I don’t even know how or why. He does it just by existing. If I need Drake to anchor my body in this plane of existence, I need Max to keep my soul tethered to it. I’m certain, that without him, I would have spontaneously combusted a long time ago.

And only after I let myself fall in love not once more, but twice more, with both Drake and Max, only then did I realize that staying engaged to Liam, staying in his orbit, interacting with him on a regular basis had let him bury himself under my skin again. Burrow his way back into my heart.

Oh, who am I kidding? He never left. I tried so hard to push him out of my heart. I couldn’t.

Liam was the first man to love me properly. To show me what that meant, what that felt like and I think somewhere deep down inside, I knew it wasn’t over. That it would never, could never, be over. My heart recognized his, like they beat in the same rhythm or something. Somehow, I don’t think I would have been capable of loving anyone else, ever, if Liam hadn’t breached my protective walls in the first place. It’s like he possessed some kind of secret code. He was the one that broke my heart open and once I started to let myself actually feel, well, the rest is history. Literally.

How was I supposed to choose between them? I wanted, no I needed them all. I still do. I always will.

You might think it’s not possible to truly love more than one person at a time. You would be wrong. It’s not that I love less. My love is not somehow divided between them, it’s not a finite supply, dwindling with each person that holds a piece of it. I used to believe there was something wrong with me because conventional wisdom says there is. But if anything, what I’ve discovered is that I love more!

I have always felt things more deeply than others. I learned as a child that I couldn’t watch the news. Long after my mother had clicked the TV off and moved on with her life, I’d be crying in a corner over the story about the murdered child or car collision that took out a family of five. It’s why I had to shut those parts of myself off after my first heartbreak. I swear I feel everything so much more! Everything.  

I’ve always known that my sex drive in largely in overdrive, but once I had children, I discovered that so is my mothering instinct. I kept my babies attached to my body for the first three years of their lives, at least. It’s like all my feelings are intensified compared to normal people, and if I’ve ever loved someone in my life, that doesn’t go away for me.

I know I’m a lot. But the over-the-top reactions, the rages, the jealousy, the going to any lengths for those I love, it’s all part of the same basic malfunction. But despite outside appearances, despite judgements from people who think that only sexual fidelity equals real love, the upside to being with me is that I love deeply, fiercely, truly. I’m loyal in every way that matters. I would kill for someone I love. I sort of have.

So, like I said, I blame Liam. He was the codebreaker that opened up my heart in the first place, then left it vulnerable. Of course, my newly opened, bleeding, battered heart was going to fall for Max, who nurtured and shielded it. Of course, I was going to be drawn back to Drake who commanded my whole body to his side just by existing, who literally killed a man defending me. Of course, my fractured, trying to mend, longing for good feelings again heart was going to fall for him, from the moment I climbed on the back of his bike in Fydelia.

Where Max was the gentle healing and slow, steady pace that I needed in the immediate aftermath of heartbreak, Drake was electric jolt that I needed to get back to the business of living.

If it’s true that I would have never fallen for Max, or Drake, if Liam hadn’t cracked my heart open in the first place, it’s also true that I would have never been able to forgive and love Liam again if Max and Drake hadn’t patched up the shattered remains of said heart. They all played a part, and they all earned a place in my life. I fell in love with each of them, separately, differently, uniquely.

So no, I was not giving up any of them.

You would think the public would have noticed something, especially when three of our five children looked nothing like Liam but if anyone noticed, no one mentioned it.

I’m sure that’s partly because my enemies had a habit of bad luck befalling them. Tariq Lambros is dead, Fredrick Monsommer is dead, to name just two. Barthelemy Beaumont had once threatened to take my child from me. Taking the throne was secondary in my mind. No one threatens my children. No one. Barthelemy was the father of a man Liam and I both love dearly and deeply, and he still had an unfortunate accident, courtesy of Drake, before he could put his plan into action. At some point, people did learn that it wasn’t wise to cross me.

But the main reason, I think, is that once the Cordonian people got it into their heads that I had somehow helped Drake get away with murdering the slimy degenerate that had killed his sister, they decided that I could do no wrong. I may or may not have helped spur those rumors on. Add to that the incentives that I’ve spearheaded over the years that help the actual people and not just the nobility and I am above approach in their eyes. In short, I’m bulletproof. The public and the press fucking love me.

It’s not like any rumors could stick to me anyway. Not with the stellar legal representation I employ. Which brings me to Rashad.

He’s a shark, legally speaking. What Drake is to my physical safety, Rashad is to my legal safety. He’s what they mean when they say release the hounds. He’s that damn good at his job. The best. I would retain his legal services no matter what. But he’s more than that to me.

He’s an attractive man. Just ask the Cordonian Star, they’ve named him most eligible bachelor eight times. But the thing that makes him stand out, arguably the sexiest thing about him, is his superior intellect. We can sit up all night discussing politics, religion, law, technology, history, the topics are endless really. He keeps up with me mentally and that’s no easy feat. When I read about a new scientific advancement, he’s the first person I think of, the one I want to share it with. I save those discoveries for him, and our time together is an outpouring of thoughts and feelings we’ve both been keeping in reserve for each other. Our time together is always too short.

He is a stunningly beautiful man, but that alone wouldn’t have kept me coming back all this time. The deep friendship we’ve built over the years is something I truly cherish. I trust him. I respect him. I like him.

Do I love him? Yes, I suppose I do, a bit. There is a piece of my heart that’s his and his alone.

Maybe the exact whirlwind that occurred after the coronation was what was needed for things to happen the way they did. It was the perfect storm of heartbreak, tragedy, and self-discovery and only those that got sucked into the vortex were able to enter, to find a place in my heart. Because once everything calmed down, once Liam and I mended things, it was like a lock clicked in place. Everyone inside was in, and anyone outside, was out. The die was cast.

I’ve been with other people over the years, men and women alike, but never as anything more than casual sex and almost always in the context of one of my already established relationships. Be that Max and I playing around with a man we picked up at a nightclub or me bringing another woman along occasionally to play with Drake. But loving anyone else? Can’t imagine it. Not like that.

Hana, Leo, Liv, I love my friends, but you know, it’s not the same.

So, I don’t regret anything that happened, because it brought me all of them. And it brought Liam and Max together as well, which has been an unexpected and thrilling dynamic that wouldn’t have happened otherwise.

Max has jokingly dubbed me the Teflon Queen, because nothing seems to stick to me. I have practically flaunted my relationships under the courts’ nose, one of my children looks exactly like Drake, one of them looks exactly like a Beaumont and no one says a word. My enemies have all come to bitter ends, but Drake has never been investigated for any allegations again. Having elevated him to head of the Queen’s Guard, everything he does is a matter of national security. I have made him untouchable. And the rumors that do swirl about his role in my life and his dedication to me, and Liam’s acceptance of it, encouragement of it even, only serve to strengthen and solidify my position.

Liam, Drake and I together are a dangerous force to be reckoned with. Undefeatable. With Max as the steadying, encouraging, comforting support behind us, the three of us are an unstoppable team, steam rolling over any and all obstacles. A powerful and formidable triumvirate, protecting each other and those we love, leading Cordonia into a better and brighter future.

It’s good to be queen.

[luxrayz64]

so like paper mario the origami king is like a really good game? it's a really fucking good game u guys

and the soundtrack! I listened to shogun studios theme for like 2 hrs straight at least just now and im listening to autumn mountain and just. fuck. it's so pretty. I think autumn mountain battle, shangri-spa battle and shogun studios are my favourite tracks but they are by no means the only good ones; the great sea battle theme, the punk rock remix of swan lake, snifit/shroom city, disco devil, just to name a few!!! it's just banger after banger after banger after banger!!!! the hits just keep on coming

um so spoiler warning and cw for suicide mention. can't believe that has to be said for a post where I ramble abt paper mario of all things, but here we are

like. first of all the graphics. I go insane everytime I see that gold foil texture but also the way everything is animated! the water! all the origami! just like everything about autumn mountain! that entire area was so breathtaking. and the way the steam in shangri-spa looks like a balloon almost, or the clouds around sky tower. the way everything is just undoubtedly paper or papercraft of some kind

and also the thing abt paper. in previous games the world being made of paper was p much just an aesthetic choice that sometimes became a gimmick: the origami forms in ttyd and flipping to 3d in spm are the two examples that come to mind. but origami king is really about the paper world in a way I don't think any pm game has been before (tho idk the plot of colour splash so I might be wrong there). the bosses are office supplies; we see toads with their faces punched out, bowser jr is sliced apart by scissors, and enemies are folded into origami soldiers and stapled together. bowser is stuck as just a walking square after being stapled into that shape. and anything paper can be folded into origami too. we see olivia and olly both unfold and refold themselves, peach is folded into origami, they're paper.

the game kind of set that weird tone for itself at the beginning, when you exit the whispering woods and see the sign made out of grandsappys wood that talks to you. like, that was so fucked up? and that the logs wanted to be set on fire. like the game set itself up as being light hearted and fun in tone like sticker star was, but with a constant undercurrent of just. so fucked up. this continues with bobby.

just... bobby. his best friend died and he kept the fuse. it's implied all of his friends died fighting the gooper blooper, and he sacrifices himself to save olivia. everything abt that scene fucked me up so bad bc it felt just. like too much to be the same game. but no! bobby just straight up sacrifices himself. using his dead friend's fuse no less! and then his fucking ghost shows up! again, I expected more or less the same depth as sticker star, the humour is the same, but no! your partner fucking dies!

like, I could talk for so long about how fucked up this game is. I'm not going to because I've already reblogged a better and more concise post about that, but holy shit. what the genuine fuck.

so let's talk about king olly? I finally fought him yesterday and was surprised to find out that his motivation for wanting all toads dead was simply that his creator had written something on him where it couldn't even be seen. and just what was it he wrote? just... wishing that he would be a good king. olly dies after learning that his creator only wanted the best for him, knowing that he tried to kill every single toad and turn the whole world into origami, going so far as to turn princess peach into part of the castle. that just.... fuck.

and it doesn't end there! I was talking about how bobby blows himself up; he talks about how every bob-omb knows that their purpose is to eventually blow up, and that they won't be coming back. all they can hope for is that they go out with a bang, which fuck, he most certainly did. it... really makes you think about the nature of bob-ombs. about bobby, who lost his fuse, and his dead friend who mustnt have blown up at all seeing as his fuse was still intact, and what that would have meant for them. like, what must it be like, being a bob-omb that dies without exploding? or knowing that you've lost your fuse, and with it, your purpose?

on a lighter note the snifits are fucking hilarious. the toads are so easy going it's insane: after having their faces punched out the snifits just. take over their city? because hey it's empty so why not! and when the toads return they just. let the snifits stay there. two toads see there's a snifit in their house and just go "well guess I have a room mate now". it's really nice seeing the enemies as friends instead of enemies. I fucking love getting to talk to random goombas, they might all appear like generic enemies but they're not at all!

on the note of bowsers army, what about bowser himself? oh man he's so fucking good. he's so fucking funny the whole way through im SO sad you don't spend more time with him. his little quips at the beginning of the game, his comments about peach and raising bowser jr; I love seeing bowser be a dad to jr I love it so much. his comment to olivia about being a father to a "high energy" kid with access to a flying car and his own army is absolutely hilarious especially after spending time with jr. and kamek poor fucking kamek omg. he deserves so much better. also jr has adhd yes im deciding this off this one line from bowser.

man idk what else to say this post is just my adhd brain yelling abt the new hyperfixation (we'll see how long it lasts) and I still dont think I've said everything I want to. like the paper mache enemies, the paper mache chain chomp (that entire sequence was genuinely terrifying), the humour, luigi, all the areas (I cannot express how much I love autumn mountain and shogun studios), the random cafes you found, there's so much to love about this game! it's really the best of both worlds I think. it has the light, funny tone from sticker star that I honestly adore, as well as deeper moments and far more interesting characters like we saw in previous games (albeit very differently to in previous games).

just like. fuck man. easily one of my favourite games.

I just wish olivia was less hand holdy in the beginning. that's my only real complaint

[tuiyla]

hi :D i've been reading your bubbline rants and omg, i 100% agree on everything you say.i love really long post and analisis about my ships so thank you so much!

Hi there! Thank you for the kind words and sorry to have kept you waiting. I just realized after reading your message that I really haven’t written all that much about “Sky Witch”. Well, I talked about briefly here and there plus the Season 5.2 review, but mostly I just focused on other Bubbline episodes. Let’s fix that, shall we? And btw feel free to ask me to rant about anything, I live for these.

“Sky Witch” is an interesting one since in some ways it’s the first Bubbline episode, in some ways it’s the second and you could also consider it to be a simple prologue. “Sky Witch” arrived two years after “What Was Missing” and broke the radio silence surrounding Bubbline that came after the controversy, so you could look at it as a definitive move that said: “yes, we are going to explore this, here you are, finally”. But then again, it wasn’t that definitive, was it? It took another two years to get “Varmints” and things only picked up from there. Only, there were smaller moments between Marcy and PB throughout the remaining of Season 5 and 6, so in a way, we got way more after “Sky Witch” than we did before.

It’s just strange to think about it because back in 2013 it was such a miracle that we were focusing on this aspect of the show once again, even if for only an episode, and this came around the time of that messy Olivia Olson confirmation and the tweet as well. Back in 2013, “Sky Witch” may as well have been confirmation of Bubbline itself, but looking back now it was only the beginning of a journey that’s still not over yet. Personally, I remember being quite excited for “Sky Witch” since it was the first fresh Bubline episode I got, the first one I watched when it first aired. It was more than I expected but at the same time, it was a bit disappointing, maybe because I was viewing things solely from Marceline’s perspective back in the day and this is PB’s episode.

Make no mistake, I still adore “Sky Witch”. Compared to the excitement of “What Was Missing”’s introduction to this relationship and the absolute perfection that is “Varmints” it somehow seems less significant, but it’s not. “Sky Witch” presents us with an awkward yet hopeful kind of dynamic between Bubblegum and Marceline. There isn’t as much tension as there was before but there’s a clear sense of discomfort. They are speaking again and Marceline actively seeks out PB’s help, but there’s an awkward, unspoken question hanging in the air as the two interact. Does this mean they are friends again? Are they over their past differences? What does this mean for the future? Though I wouldn’t exactly call any Bubbline episode subtle with its intentions, “Sky Witch” is definitely the one with the most underlying themes of a relationship and it’s so damn smart about it.

Of course, when talking about “Sky Witch” the first thing that pops into my mind The ShirtTM. Not only it’s an object that connects “What Was Missing” to this episode, but its significance is increased tenfold by the end of it. This is one of the reasons why I say that “What Was Missing” is more from Marcy’s perspective and “Sky Witch” updates the story with Bonnie - and then “Varmints” brings it all together and puts an end to the initial conflict. If you look at “What Was Missing”, you see Marcy being upset and get the idea that the two have some kind of a previous relationship that clearly ended badly, but the only hint towards PB still having feelings about is the very end with The ShirtTM. Now “Sky Witch” builds on that, it literally starts out with Bonnie wearing it just like she said she would. She spends the episode trying to help Marceline and is damn efficient about it too. She completes the mission no matter what and is there to balance Marcy’s extreme emotional state out with her rationality. She also happens to give up the very shirt that she’s been holding onto just to help Marceline.

Sometimes I’m just casually thinking about how much I love AT and all the great storylines and then “Sky Witch” and The ShirtTM just hit me in the face. Everything about the last minutes is just perfect (well, excluding Maja’s abuse of her servant which is actually quite morbid and sad, but that’s not part of the Bubbline aspect). The way we don’t know at first what Bonnie has done to get Hambo back, the way they escape together, and then the way the truth is revealed. More than that, the fact that Maja explicitly states that the shirt (okay I’ll stop with the TM) has much more “psychic resonance” than Hambo. I mean, holy shit, do you ever just think about? After “I Remember You” and “Simon & Marcy” Maja just casually shows up and declares that the shirt is even better than Hambo. Holy shit, the implications.

The way AT wikia still tries to justify this as the shirt only being fresher and not actually more important still earns a bitter laugh from me every time. Just like with every other Bubbline moment: sure, you can pretend it’s not gay, but why bother (although less and less so with recent episodes, see every other ask I got). So yeah, this is the final confirmation of Marcy still meaning just as much to Bonnie as the other way around, if not even more so. But like I said, “Sky Witch” is more than just this beautiful scene with so many implications. It’s also a whole episode of a beautiful, changing dynamic that’s so underappreciated even by me. I’m really grateful for this question because it made me think a lot about why “Sky Witch” is so important.

No, it’s not just the shirt. That’s still incredible and blows my mind every time, but the rest of the episode is just as powerful. It’s especially fun now, having seen Season 7, to go back and watch “Sky Witch”. As I said, they are over the initial “long time no see still mad at you btw” but still not at a stage where they could openly talk about what happened. Marcy’s invitation doubles in two ways: she genuinely wants to hang out with Bonnie and knows that she needs her help in order to find Hambo. She’s masking both desires with the other one because these are genuine feelings and Marceline is still not the best at those. So she says she wants to hang out in a half-hearted way only to admit that she needs help, but she can’t fully admit she needs help either so she’s masking that with the real desire to hang out. Makes sense? I don’t know. But it’s beautifully complicated. And Bonnie goes along because she’s pre-Season 6 breakdown and still believes she can have it all.

Thanks for making me realize that I actually really love the awkwardness of “Sky Witch”. These dorks are not 100% comfortable and don’t know how to act but they try. By the end, they reach a new level where they are more likely to just hang out and aren’t hostile anymore, as seen in “Red Starved” and “Princess Day”. It absolutely paves the way to “Varmints”. And as one last thing, going back to the shirt: isn’t the symbolism behind both Hambo and the shirt beautiful? Bonnie lets go of the shirt in this episode, which was quite likely her only connection to Marceline for a long time but in return, she gets Marcy herself back. Marceline gets Hambo back, but later sacrifices him when she sees Simon himself once again. Oh, objects of great emotional significance.

[fkevin073]

Hello! I've been reading your Ziggy x Nick fics (big fan lol) and I just love your stuff! Also just love to see more Ziggy x Nick in general haha. I was curious, do you have any songs that make you think of them? I actually have a playlist that I made and I found some really great songs that I feel like encapsulate them pretty well!

well firstly, thanks so much! I'm glad that people have been enjoying my fics. Nick x Ziggy are so messed up, but he’s a pretty intriguing villain (tho he’s obviously a scumbag).  excuse me as I go on a rant:

well, if we are talking in terms of canon, I think these are a few songs in particular that encapsulate them perfectly: 

- Favourite crime  by Olivia Rodrigo - Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo, The Man Who Sold the World (which was such a great soundtrack choice for the movie holy shit, probably my favourite of all time ngl) by Bowie or Nirvana, My Honest Face by Inhaler, and Be Nice to Me by the Front Bottoms (I've seen a few edits to this last song and holy shit they are so good) 

In terms of the stories I’ve written, it really changes. for smells like teen spirit, the last part lists all of the songs that are referenced in the piece and that I think capture their story there. 

For a Ziggy x Nick wholesome vibe, Wonder Woman by Kacey Musgraves and Dandelions by Ruth B. are pretty great. 

Other songs that I suit them are: Oceans by Seafret, Harvest Moon by Neil Young (which was “their song” in a fic of mine, this love is treacherous), I miss you, I'm sorry by Gracie Abrams, the night we met by Lord Huron, and right were you left me by Taylor Swift (which is also the name of a fic of mine). 

and of course, “Ever Fallen in Love” by the Buzzcocks, which was honestly such a good choice too. 

Sorry for the rant! I'd love to hear what your playlist choices are. 😊😊