#i’ve been thinking about queen never cry for days now help me

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• Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader.

• Summary: just a compilation of Charles’ ig posts showing how much he’s obsessed and in love with you and his baby.

• Warnings: none just pure fluff.

• A/N: I know I know… I’m a sucker for dad fics I just can’t help it 😭😭 this is my first time posting a smau so please be kind with me I know it’s bad 😭 let me know what I can do to do it better and what you think ❤️ love you all xx

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charles_leclerc You have never been more beautiful than you are now mon amour. Watching you grow our baby is one of the most beautiful things I have ever witnessed 🖤

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user1 Charles whipped Leclerc is back in town!

charlos123 screaming, crying throwing up 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

landonorris find yourself someone who loves you like Charles loves his wife (I'm 5'10 girls)

oscarpiastri Shut up no you’re not

user88 💀💀💀

yourusername Je t'aime plus que la lune et les étoiles mon amour ❤️ We’re both so lucky to have you (I love you more than the moon and the stars)

charles_leclerc Je t'aime beaucoup plus bébé❤️ (I love you so much more baby)

versclerc the way he just answers her comments 😭

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charles_leclerc For you mon amour.

For you, who looks in the mirror and doesn’t like what you see but is truly the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

For you, who every single day gives me one more reason to love you even more, something I didn’t even believe was possible. Feeling something so strong for someone that the word ‘love’ isn’t enough to describe it.

For you, who taught me the meaning of true love and what’s really important in life.

For you, who are so beautiful that it still surprise me even after so many years being together how you manage to give me butterflies in my stomach.

For you for whom just one look is enough to make my heart race and my hands sweat.

For you who are the most beautiful thing life has ever given me.

For you, who can brighten my darkest day, who can make me the happiest that I’ve ever been.

For you, who gave me the most beautiful gift I could have ever asked for.

We can’t wait to hold you mon petit, please hurry up 🙏🏻❤️

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user24 GOOD FUCKING BYE

user98 Dragging my teeth on the concrete

mstleclerc CHARLESJSJSIDJSOSKSNSJ OMFGGGGGG 😭😭😭

carlossainz55 you’re making me want one of those little shits

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landonorris I almost shed a tear not gonna lie

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arthur_leclerc I’m so happy for you brother I can’t wait to spoil my nephew ❤️

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charles_leclerc By the way my wife just bursted out crying seeing this post and I was about to make a video but she literally threatened to kill me if I did ❤️ God I love her 😍

f1fun_12 This is such a Y/n thing to do 😭

sainzzzzzzzzzzzz As she should!

yourusername I can’t put into words how much I’m grateful for you and for everything you do for our little family. Our son is so lucky to have you as a father and I couldn’t have chosen a better husband. I’d be so lost without you baby, I love you more than my life ❤️ ps: stop making me cry for fucks sake I don’t have any more tears in my body thanks

charles_leclerc Can you please unlock the bedroom darling?

yourusername Nope, that’s what you get for trying to filming me

yourusername UNLESS……. You bring me a ketchup sandwich

charles_leclerc it’s already on the way my queen 👸🏻 your wish is my command

user7612 A KETCHUP SANDWICH??? What???

yourusername @user7612 it’s not my fault okay?

monof1 the fact Charles is so used to her cravings that he’s not even questioning them anymore 😭

charles_leclerc @monof1 fun fact: never NEVER argue with a pregnant woman especially if that pregnant woman is Y/n

monof1 @/charles_leclerc OMG CHARLES HI I LOVE YOU

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What did I do to deserve you?

landonorris answered your story:

You’re so whipped mate

charles_leclerc can you blame me? Have you seen my wife and THAT baby bump?

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Yeah ok we get you’re in love and bla bla bla

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charles_leclerc There are only a few days left until our baby arrives and I’m scared and impatient at the same time. My wife is sleeping next to me now breathtakingly beautiful and I’ve taken some time to reflect on how these 9 months have flown by and I can’t believe it, it seems like it was just yesterday that we found out we were expecting a baby. I can no longer remember what my life was like before knowing your existence, little one.

I can't help but imagine and think about you in everything I do and every step I make, thinking about how beautiful it’ll be to see you take your first steps, to see you run around the house, dirty everything, to see you measure my helmets, to see you trying my race suits, to see you go to school, to see you grow in the beautiful and amazing person you’re going to be.

We’ll probably argue sometimes, although I’ll make sure that never happens, but whatever happens, just know that I loved you more than my life from the first moment since I saw that positive pregnancy test and I hope you’ll never forget it even if we have any argument.

Mommy and I are so eager to finally hold you in our arms, hear you cry and take your first breath in this new life. It hasn’t always been easy, I’ll be honest, and it won’t be easy but I wouldn’t change anything. I love you mon petit ange. 🖤

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user90 CHARLES 😭😭😭😭😭

maxlecsainz I swear it’s not that I don’t want a baby it’s just men are not like Charles Leclerc

y/nmommy1 who wants to take a quick bath with a toaster?

user65 I’m on my way sis

y/ncharles82772 wait for me I’m taking a nap on a highway right now

norrizzzzz528 I know it’s the bare minimum but seeing the way Charles loves his family makes my heart so happy 😭😭😭

lewishamilton I’ve never thought there would be a day where I’d be jealous of Charles Leclerc but here we are… Jokes aside I’m so happy for you mate 🖤

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user209 you’re so real Lew

landonorris when will the child see his fav uncle?

arthur_leclerc EXCUSE ME?

lorenzotl you’re so delusional

carlossainz55 Yeah. Clearly I AM already his favourite one

pierregasly you’re all so wrong @/yourusername said he’ll like me the most 💁🏻‍♂️

charles_leclerc @/pierregasly she literally never said that?

pierregasly @/charles_leclerc oh shut up you know it’s true

user42 what is going on in this comment section??? 💀

daddylec16 the way they can’t never leave Charles in peace even in his comment section 😭

maxverstappen1 Once I saw Charles crying his eyes out because Y/n sent him an audio with the baby’s heartbeat since he couldn’t make it for the ultrasound

user66 OH MY GOD!!!!!!! 😭😭

maxalonso1995 STOPPPPP GIVE US MORE MAX

charles_leclerc THAT’S NOT TRUE I was just having an allergic reaction to dust

maxverstappen1 @charles_leclerc oh c’mon Charlie

user66 CHARLIEHSJSJDJJS FUCK OFF

charles_leclerc @/maxverstappen1 it only happened ONCE

leclercfan12 every day Charles comes on this app and has to fight for his life poor baby

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charles_leclerc Our little boy Jules Hervé Leclerc is finally here.

I can’t even put into words how over the moon we are right now, I feel like my life just started all over again. Watching my wife give birth to my son is an experience I’ll never forget, you’re a force of nature baby I can’t thank you enough for everything you do for me.

And to my little Jules I love you more than the air I breathe I can’t way to start this new life with you ❤️

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yourusername Don’t let him fool you guys he went to sleep after I GAVE BIRTH

charles_leclerc OMFG THAT’S NOT TRUE DON’T LISTEN TO HER

yourusername hehe 😆 just kidding guys he’s the best. I love you so much Cha, Jules and I are so lucky to have you ❤️

user765 STOP THE WAY CHARLES IS CRYING IN THE FIRST PIC

user22 WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN

mclarengirllll112 JULES HERVÉ LECLERC DO YOU HEAR ME FUCKING CRYING

norrizzzzz528 WHAT IF I JUST KILLED MYSELF

user976 OUR PRINCE IS HERE EVERYBODY MOVE

daddylec16 I know I’ll find someone who loves me like Charles loves his family. I just know it

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Mutual Disgust

Tai: *opens door* Carmine! Come inside a grab lu- oh my gods!

The fifteen year old girl stood perched on a stoned Ursa surrounded by dying baby Nevermore in her grandpa’s front yard.

Tai:What the heck happened while I was baking!?

Carmine:Sorry grandpa. I got a little upset. Guess my anger was as tasty as the fish I smell.

Tai:You attracted this many?

Carmine:Crazy, right? Helps with my training. I’m never short a sparring partner. It’s alright though. Just blew off some steam. *hops down*

Tai:…

Carmine:Don’t make a big deal out of this. So I can attract grimm like it’s nothing; no big deal. Can you blame me for being grumpy.

Tai:No, but that doesn’t mean it’s healthy. Especially near your birthday. When’s the last time you talked to your mother, or even your father?

Carmine:….A couple weeks. Maybe one or two months.

Tai:Sweetie…

Carmine:I don’t want to talk about it!

Tai:Then you don’t get fish.

Carmine:You monster! I’ve been saving room all day for it! Now I will starve.

She dramatically twirled before falling to the dirt. Tai blinked twice before sitting down next to the drama queen.

Tai:Nice twirl.

Carmine:Thank you. I practiced all day.

Tai:What’s eating at you? Besides grimm? This what grandpas are for, talking about feelings.

Carmine:…Promise not to tell mom and dad? I don’t want to upset them.

Tai:I will promise not to say too much.

Carmine:This family, I swear. Sighs Deal. I had a very disgusting thought. One that really pisses me off ever since Oz has reduced my missions and my training feels dull. I…I might on some level…get Cinder’s frustration.

Tai:*eyes wide* You’re gonna have to explain that one kiddo. Are you saying you-

Carmine:No. I do not hate mom. I could never hate mom. It’s just…I’m almost sixteen.

Tai:And?

Carmine:And I’m still frantically training anyone I can while not making any real progress to end this annoying blight on our lives! Mom was fighting in Atlas by now, facing countless threats and then going to Vacou alone! A year from now, mom kills Salem and saves the world as everyone knows it! *hits the ground* Everyone tells me how talented I am but when I stop and think of what she was doing at my age, I’m a far cry from her. All my strides, and they aren’t half of hers. How could somebody so young be so talented; life changing!? I’m a joke.

Tai:Gonna have to disagree with you there. While it’s true your mother is…an enigma of a person in regard to talent, she didn’t do everything alone. Also, she was forced to be that strong or die on her journey.

Carmine:And I’m not!? Three of the most dangerous people to ever live have a glorified hit out on everyone I care about and I can’t even hold a candle to the weakest one!

Tai:That responsibility isn’t something for you to bear.

Carmine:.Don’t sound like dad. You know exactly why it is, unless you’re telling me you’d be able to kill your own grandson.

Tai:…

Carmine:Tsk, didn’t think so. *hugs her knees* Not that mom would let you. I am the only person around with not only the potential to beat him, but the resolve to. I’ve never spent a day with my older brother. I won’t hold back and lose my life like I know so many of you would. Do you think I can’t understand how big of an ask it must be for a parent to take down their child? Mom would never forgive herself.

Tai:She wouldn’t want you to do it either. Look, the situation is…awful. I understand that to you, it must feel as if Ruby is Dustin over you and Garnet, but we both know she’s running rampant to find away to keep you both safe so you used to.

Carmine:It’s been two years, and I still feel the pain in my back each time I think of him. I-I know that she’s busy. I know she’s Remnant’s hero and that means so much to everyone, including myself. But…I really, really wish that just for one single, selfish birthday wish, she would only be my mom and use all that strength to save me from another day of waiting for their next move. I don’t care if Dustin’s the real first born! Why does he still get her love when I was here to replace him!?

The anguish felt like a chasm in her stomach that ate her soul. Before Tai could even attempt to comfort the crying girl, more grimm arrived for the feast. Both of them stood up to fight, preparing for a lunging Beowulf that was immediately shot from behind them. Carmine felt her heart nearly stop as rose petals blew with the wind, carving up every grimm in sight before the back of a figure in red stood silently in front of her. How long has she been here? Yet again, Carmine felt small, still so distant from her goals.

Tai:Ruby?

Ruby:I… had a mission in Vale. Figured I’d stop by; even if it would be awkward.

Slowly, her mother turned around with matching tears in her eyes and a present in hand that riddled Carmine’s heart with guilt. A single step forward from Ruby made Carmine’s knees buckle. As she was about to run, petals surrounded her body and squeezed her tight as she felt her mother trembling.

Carmine:M-Mom!? I-I didn’t mean t-

Ruby:DON’T EVER THINK YOU WERE A REPLACEMENT!

Carmine:…

Ruby:It’s alright to be furious with me. I know I haven’t made things feel easy, but no matter what, you were born out of love! Your father and I had you because we were ready to move forward, to live a life with a beautiful child who we would be proud of no matter what! There’s not a day I’m not loving you with all my heart, understand!?

Carmine:But we never agree on everything anymore! You won’t even train me personally anymore! I just watch your old scythe videos and chase down Qrow! I’m not even half as good with it like you are!

Ruby:I don’t care that we disagree! You should feel differently than me! You aren’t me! Nobody wants you to be, especially me. I used to train you because it fun and bonded; not to take my burdens! I know you. You like to dance, garden, party tricks, and you’re obsessed with horses! Forgive me for being weak. I never wanted you to feel like you had be strong! I was happy seeing you dance.

Carmine:Well I don’t want to dance if you’re not there in the crowd! I’m not fighting just for my life back! I’m fighting for you!

Tai:Can both of you calm down for a second!? Honestly, it’s more like you made a clone than a daughter right now.

Ruby and Carmine: sniffling

Tai:Just like always, you’re trying to race towards the end for the sake of everyone. Completely forgetting that it’s okay to slow down. I get that you’re both scared. We are all scared. That’s why it’s important to stick together; even when it’s hard to. Neither of you have ever stopped thinking about each other regardless of distance. Ruby, you understand perfectly well that separating from a love one doesn’t mean they hate you. Carmine, if you really thought Ruby didn’t love you, then why were you so anxious to call home.

Carmine:Cause…I can hear how sad she gets when it’s time to hang up. *trembling* It’s like the day I left all over again. I hate that feeling.

The tired man picked up the present that was dropped in the chaos, opening it casually to reveal a yellow and red scarf made for the desert. Tai draped it over Carmine and she couldn’t help but remember the long days in the sun, traveling across the sand and stopping by beach vendors with her mother. Those days felt like another lifetime. Her eyes began to water again while a lump formed in her throat.

Tai:Believe me, family is hard. Staying stuck on past actions won’t help make things better, and the future is going to come no matter what. Carmine, if you could wish for one present from Ruby right now, what would you ask for?

Carmine:…Home. I-I want to go home. I miss my bed, dad’s breakfast, Garnet’s drawing, you. I miss you so much. Can I come home? I wanna wake up with you guys again.

She couldn’t breathe; every attempt chocked air out of her lungs and burned her chest as she wept like a small child. Thankfully, her mother was there to hold her close. Carmine felt every emotion pour out of body, but there wasn’t a grimm in sight.

Ruby:Of course you can. You never lost it.

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Congrats on 1k! I'd love a little missing scene fic between 2x04 and 2x05 where Stede gives some much-needed TLC to Ed and all of his mutiny-sustained injuries during his first night back on the Revenge 🥺

YES this is my NICHE!! Get absolutely cared for and cherished Ed!

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Ed had a thousand half-baked plans swirling through his mind as they rowed back to the Revenge.

He didn’t think Stede understood just how badly the crew would surely want him to stay gone. Ed’s current top idea for their best strategy was to pretend that he had become stricken with malaria. He’d also once met a guy who claimed to have been able to cry blood on command, and he was hoping that maybe he could do that, if it came down to it.

Fuck, but he was tired.

He’d had a hell of a day, was the thing, and he’d kind of been relying on staying moving or otherwise letting himself just drift along, and now that he had to sit still, and it was getting dark and quiet, everything was starting to rush in.

His head was pounding, and it hurt so badly he could feel it in his teeth. His split lip stung. His arm had kept getting sorer, until now he really didn’t want to move it. If he had been lucky enough to avoid a couple broken ribs, they were sure as shit bruised.

Point was: he felt like warmed over shit, and he was beginning to suspect from Stede’s increasingly worried glances that he might’ve noticed.

Fortunately, all his planning turned out to be useless.

As they pulled alongside the ship, Olu’s face popped up over the side. “Fucking finally,” he said. “What’s taken you so long?”

“Well, we stopped by an antique shop for dinner, which burned down,” Stede filled him in, reaching out to steady the ladder Olu threw over the side, “and then Buttons turned into a bird.”

“Ed with you?”

Stede pursed his lips, looking at Ed over his shoulder. “Yes, he actually-”

“Jim says they want you to lock the cabin door tonight,” Olu said. “As a precaution.”

Olu’s head disappeared, and Ed just stared up open-mouthed. “Huh. Thought that’d be harder.”

“Well, I had a feeling.” Stede held the ladder steady, motioning for Ed to go first. “C’mon.”

Ed would never know how Stede managed to get him up the ladder, because the second he put his foot on it, the world went spinning away, and suddenly the sky was on the ground, and that certainly wasn’t good.

The next thing he knew, he was laying on the deck, and Stede was saying “give him some space, please,” in that bitchy tone Ed loved so much.

“‘M fine,” Ed mumbled.

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England,” Jim muttered under their breath.

Ed let his eyes slip closed again, listening vaguely as Roach promised to bring a few first-aid supplies to the captain’s cabin.

“D’you want me to take care of him?” Roach asked.

Before Ed could even lift his head to say no, Stede was saying, “I’ve got it, don’t worry.”

Ed risked a peek around as Stede helped him up, supporting him with an arm around his waist as he led him towards the cabin. Fang gave him a genuine smile, but Frenchie wouldn’t meet his eyes, and Jim still glared at him.

“It’s okay,” Stede whispered into his ear. “You don’t have to worry about anything right now.”

Ed’s headache must have been worse than he thought, because he kind of drifted, half-conscious, as Stede got him seated on the couch. He heard Roach’s voice again, saw Stede sit something on the cushion next to him.

“I can take care of it myself,” Ed muttered half-heartedly.

“You don’t have to, though,” Stede said softly.

Ed sort of nodded, and the next thing he knew, Stede was sitting next to him, warm and real and there, and there was a soft cloth dabbing at the cuts on Ed’s cheeks.

Stede helped Ed shimmy out of his jacket and his shirt, whispering apologies when Ed cried out as that jostled him, and set to work soothing bruises and patching up cuts. The wound on his arm hurt like a bitch, but it thankfully wasn’t too deep for Stede to feel like he couldn’t stitch it up himself.

He should’ve felt more cautious, he knew, shouldn’t have been leaning into Stede’s side, halfway to nodding off, letting Stede see all the vulnerable bits of him so soon.

But Ed was tired, and everything hurt.

“Shh,” Stede kept soothing, so gentle and so earnest that Ed exaggerated a bit, whining like he’d never had worse pain before just so Stede would keep comforting him. “Only a bit longer, you’re doing so well.”

Roach had left something for the pain, a syrup that went down sweet as honey, and Ed was glad that Stede had taken over, because he might’ve kissed anyone who gave that to him out of sheer relief.

As it was, Ed was so tired he wound up just kind of mouthing at the side of Stede’s face.

Stede laughed, pulling Ed into his side, wrapping his arms around him, and the whole world went soft and steady. “Tomorrow,” Stede promised. “You can rest, now.”

Ed let his head rest on Stede’s shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, humming in delight at the feeling of Stede’s hand softly circling his waist to hold him steady.

He wasn’t looking forward to how he’d feel in the morning. He knew he’d be on unsteady footing, unsure what to say or how to say it, and Stede would probably come up with a whole speech for him to memorize for the crew, and that would go over like a lead balloon, he imagined. He wouldn’t know how to respond when the crew were upset or angry with him - as would be their right, of course. And he wouldn’t know how fast Stede would want things to move, or if he’d be angry with Ed, still, too, or…

Ed sighed, tucking his nose further into Stede’s neck, breathing in, just allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of Stede around him.

That was tomorrow. For now, he was safe.

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Always my beloved; Thorin Oakenshield x reader

*Author’s note*

For my first ever Thorin Oakenshield story I hope I did you Thorin fans justice with this sweet little oneshot. So @firestrike004​ thank you soo much for your patience and I hope you all enjoy this fic.  

Not really any warnings just injuries, some fluff, some angst (fairly minor but still some people need warnings).

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We knew the risk of going on this quest, but never did I think we’d come across the bane of Thorin’s family, Azog the Defiler.  We had believed he had died back at the battle of Azanulbizar from his wounds but low and behold there he was astride upon his infamous white warg.  We barely made our escape thanks to our burglar as well as the Great Eagles I had read so much about as a young dwarrow-dam.

Now we decided to take some rest to rest and for Thorin to recover.  The wounds from Azog’s warg were probably the worst I had ever seen and I’ve doctored warg bites before.  But thankfully with both mine and Oin’s help, my beloved should be back to his old strength within a few days.

Aye I did say beloved. Thorin and I are currently in the courting stage of our relationship, and have been for these past 5 summers. He had made a vow to me that once he would reclaim Erebor, we would finally be wed and I would rule at his side as Queen Under the Mountain.

Of course at first when Gandalf had persuaded Thorin to go on this quest, he wanted me to have absolutely no part in it.  In fact he had tried to send me off to live with his cousin Dain in the Iron-hills for safe keeping until the Mountain was reclaimed.  And being the stubborn female dwarf I am, I can be just as stubborn of not more than Thorin Oakenshield himself.

After some heated words, and even a fight to decide my fate, Thorin had kept his word that after defeating him in combat I had a right to go alongside the Quest.  In fact I was one of the first after Dwalin and Balin had agreed to follow Thorin.

I had just changed out Thorin’s bandages as well as flushed out any signs of infections before they could spread and cause his healing to delay or worse make him sick. As I returned to put my stuff back into the pack, I caught sight of Bilbo sitting down to some of Bombur’s stew. I walked over to him and asked.

“Mind if I join you?” he turned to me.

“Not at all (Y/n).” Hobbits truly were polite people.  Even back at his home when I was the only one out of the 13 dwarves to not to help myself to his food cabinet, he graciously tried to offer me something before one of the boys took it for themselves.  I took my seat next to him and he asked, “Do you mind if I—”

“Oh not at all Bilbo, please eat. Mahal knows we’ve been practically starving you since this quest began.” When we were in Rivendell and I caught Bilbo eating both dinner and supper within just a few short hours apart he had told me that Hobbits have seven meals every day.  I took it upon myself to first apologize for starving the poor lad and then when breakfast came that day, I had helped the Elves with serving something not only for the Dwarves but for Bilbo as well.

As he went to his stew, he took a few sips before looking around and whispered to me.

“How’s Thorin?” the lad truly has grown fond of my beloved.  Especially after what had happened along the Misty Mountains.

“He’ll live fortunately. Unfortunately for him, he’ll have to be put on bed rest for the next 24-48hours before he can even move. Warg bites are nothing to sniffle or chuckle at. And believe me getting Thorin to stay on bedrest is a challenge in on itself.”

“No doubt I imagine. I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of it being Thorin’s wife.”

“If it hadn’t been for you, I would’ve been called Thorin’s widow.” He stopped his eating and looked at me.  I placed my hand on his shoulder and continued, “What you did last night Bilbo, it’s something that I can never truly repay you for.”

“There-there really is no need to repay me. I just did what anyone of you would’ve done. Though I don’t know why I did without no skill of a blade it was all just—”

“Instinct. I get the feeling. But I am grateful nonetheless my friend.” I patted his shoulder.  “And if you’re up for it later today, Bofur and I can show you a thing or two about fighting. Same with Fili and Kili.” He nodded.

“I do appreciate it (Y/n).” I smiled at him before standing up and went off to join the others for my own meal.

Truthfully I don’t know what I would’ve done had I lost Thorin last night.  He and I have known each other since we were young Dwarves in Erebor, my father being one of the King’s proudest and strongest fighters but was sadly killed when the Dragon took our home.  My mother tried her best but she too succumbed to grief leaving me with no family, till Thorin stepped up.

He helped support me when we worked in the villages of Men and when we were finally able to make a temporary home in the Blue Mountains, that’s when my feelings for him began to deepen.  And eventually he came to accept he felt the same for me and never did I think Thorin would ever choose a wife, he never really showed much interest in wanting to court anyone, not since we lost our home.

I reached up to the left side of my hair, brought some of the hair that rested on my back to the front but something was missing.  No it-it cannot be! I looked down at my hair and brushed through it with my fingers and couldn’t see the courting beads Thorin had braided into my hair.  Not only that but some of the strand felt uneven (particularly where the braid once rested).

My heart raced as I tried to remember where and when the last time I felt the braid was. Obviously it was still intact at Rivendell, the Goblin tunnels I still had it, when Azog attacked us and—oh makk an E ha’ak!  When I fought alongside Dwalin, Fili, Kili and Bilbo to hold off the orcs from Thorin before the eagles came, one of them must’ve cut my braid off without my knowing!

A million thoughts were racing through my head.  First it was to curse the orc that did this and that I vowed to kill them if they ever show themselves again.  But most of my thoughts trailed back to Thorin.  What would he say? How will he react? Will he still want to be my One? Will he be furious that I lost his courting bead?

In our customs, a courting bead is so precious and is never given away lightly (especially if your One is someone like Thorin is).  By gaining the bead you’ve not only come to accept your One’s feelings for you, but also accept a courtship and eventual marriage to bond the two of you into one. Losing it or returning it is like having your heart getting grind up, slammed with a forging hammer until it’s nothing but tiny little pieces and then returning the heart to the one who gave you the courting bead.

And never have I once undid the braid nor removed the bead from my hair ever since Thorin gave it to me.  Everyone knew where it lied and if they saw it gone……what would the other’s think? I was so focused on my thoughts that I barely registered that I had walked into someone. When I looked up I had seen that I had walked into Gandalf.

“Oh Gandalf, forgive me.”

“No worries my dear (Y/n).” he looked me over and continued, “You seem to be worried about something.” I looked around to see if any of the others were nearby.  When I saw that no one was within hearing range, I asked Gandalf to come closer to my height with my two fingers.  He knelt down and I whispered to him.

“I’ve lost Thorin’s courtship braid.” He separated from me for a bit as I further explained, “It must’ve been that orc I faced off against when Azog caught us along the Misty Mountains. Gandalf, what if Thorin takes notice of it? Or someone already has and will tell him?”

“Now, now my dear, let’s not jump to conclusions.”

“But Gandalf you know what courting braids mean in our culture. You know what losing one’s courting bead means? I—I can’t lose Thorin. Not again, especially not after last night. He’s all I have left in this world.” He placed both of his hands on my shoulder.

“Thorin may be stubborn but I know he would never do that to you. You both have been through far too much to let something like this be the final straw to divide you both. Remember it’s not just him that’s helped you, you have helped him as well.”

He wasn’t lying. After his grandfather’s death and his father going missing, Thorin was practically lost in how to help our people. Whilst I too, grieved over my father I also had to support Thorin for he was hurting just as much as I was.  We depend on each other and support one another, the other’s beacon of light in the dark mines.

“But how do I tell him Gandalf?” I asked uncertainly.

“You’ll know just what to say my dear girl.” I took a deep breath then exhaled.

“Okay Gandalf, I trust you.”

“And you’ve learned to never doubt it.” He gave me a soft wink before going on his way.  I took a deep breath before heading back to rejoin the others.

The day was spent helping Bilbo train with his sword, scouting out for Azog or his orc pack, and helping Oin with Thorin’s wounds.  Which was what was happening right now, I held onto Thorin’s hand as Oin was once again flushing out the slightly infected bites and stitching them back up. Thorin was tense throughout the whole process.

He never did like to show pain whenever he had to get patched up.  Said he was afraid that others would view him as weak.

“Alright Thorin, just continue to not move about so much and those wounds will heal up quickly.”

“Thank you Oin. I know I’m skilled as a healer but I am nowhere near your degree of knowledge.” I told him.

“Do not doubt your own skills milady.” He told me.  “We’ll be lucky to have you as our Queen once we reclaim the throne. The first Dwarf Queen to be skilled in the knowledge of healing that could be rivaled by the Elves.” Him saying that suddenly gave me an uneasy feeling in my stomach.  As much as I do trust Gandalf in his words from earlier, there’s still a lingering shadow of fear that’s clung itself onto my like a thorn that won’t come out.  He soon left Thorin and I alone and I heard my One say.

“He’s right you know.” I turned to him.  “Never before as a Dwarf woman been so knowledgeable about herbs, healing methods and skills as you have my beloved. Erebor will be lucky to have you as it’s Queen.” He cupped the side of my face, “My only regret is that it will take us longer to get there.”

“Your health is what we should be focused on right now. I would rather Erebor have a King in good health rather than poor or worse dead.” I brushed the long strands of hair from his face before I began braiding it.

“Every hour lost hasten Durin’s day.” I rolled my eyes.

“Thorin. Durin’s day is not going anywhere. It lies on the same day as it always does. Not a week before not a week after. As I said, I would rather have you in good health to rule at my side, than you pushing yourself only to make your health worsen. Even if I have to bind you to this tree I will.”

“Reminds me of the time when you did just that to get me to have me teach you how to fight. Is that how you intend on delivering punishments? Bound the prisoners to trees with your tight knots?”

“Only to those truly stubborn enough not to follow either mine or Doctor Oin’s orders.” We both laughed softly before I gave him a soft kiss.  I felt as his hand went from cupping the side of my face to going around the back of my head, right to where I knew he’d always like to stroke his courting braid.

I separated our kiss and quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from my head.  Immediately I could see the thoughts spinning in his head like a spider’s web.

“What is it (Y/n)?” he asked me.

“Nothing.” I quickly said.

“It’s not nothing. Never before have you stopped me from touching your hair.”

“I—I haven’t had the chance to brush my hair yet.” Even to me that was a pathetic excuse.  Thorin’s brow rose skeptically then he asked me.

“What’s really going on?” I sighed deeply and turned my head away from him.

“I cannot say.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”

“(Y/n), amrâlimê.” He lifted my chin up to look into his deep blue eyes.  “What was it you once said to me when we first began courting?”

“That there should be no secrets between us.” I answered.

“So why are you starting now?” I sighed heavily, already feeling the wetness of tears forming under my eyes.

“I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“That I’ll lose you.”

“(Y/n). These wounds of mine aren’t—”

“It’s not the wounds or in battle that I fear amrâlimê, it’s—” I took another deep breath before I took the section of my hair where he had given his courting bead and showed him how it was now gone.  As I expected his eyes widened in shock as he reached out for the cut strands of my uneven hair and brushed through them.  Almost hoping the bead would reappear along with the braid but it was gone.

“How long has it been missing?” he asked.  His voice stern as I knew he was trying to suppress his anger.

“I only noticed it this morning. My best guess is that it was the orc I was fighting with along the mountainside when Azog ambushed us. I’m sorry Thorin, this is my fault for allowing that foul creature to even graze my hair. I should’ve been more careful I should’ve been more aware of what I was carrying upon my head. I was careless, foolish and—” I was stopped by the feeling of his arms wrapped around me tightly.

“But you are not hurt, yes?”

“No.”

“Then that is enough for me.” I separated our embrace and looked at him in shock, his eyes that were once filled with shock and anger now appeared soft and gentle.

“I don’t understand. Thorin, my courtship braid to you has been severed. Your courting bead lost forever.”

“Mere objects. A new braid can be made, a new bead can be strung into your locks. But there is only one you,” he cupped my face into his hands, his thumbs gingerly stroking the apple of my cheeks just above the strands of my own beard.  “And I could not bear the thought of losing you.”

“You—you still wish to court me?”

“You are my One, (Y/n). Who else would I want as my Queen?”

“I just…..I know how special our courting traditions and symbols are. I was worried if you took notice of your bead and braid missing that you—you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore.”

“Amrâlimê,” our noses softly grazed one another’s as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes, “I would rather share one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone. You are my One, and nothing will ever change that. As I said, I can give you a new braid, I’ll find you a new bead. A more finer bead once we reach the mountain and reclaim our home. But there is only one of you. And I would be a fool to let someone like you go.”

He then pressed his forehead to mine and I shut my eyes as I felt his love and strength enter me as our forehead remained together.

“I am sorry I doubted your love Thorin.” I said after awhile of silence between us.

“There is no need for apologizes. You are always be my beloved, no matter what the world gives us…..”

“We’ll always be One.” I finished our vows that we made for one another when we first began our courtship together.  He soon moved his lips over mine and once again we kissed.  

His hand going back towards the area where my braid once stood, and I felt his fingers softly brush through those strands of hair and I felt myself finally relax under his touch.

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Homecoming Queen: A School Spirits Story

Part 2: Letting Go

Wally Clark x Reader

Part 1

Y/N is letting go of what happened to her, or so she thought, when she sees her memorial being set up she realizes she wasn’t truly letting go of her death. One person though has continuously been there since she died and is making her death bearable.

4 Days After Hoco Dance

I sat in the gym and watched as people I had never seen before set things up for my funeral. They carried in flower arrangement after flower arrangement setting them up ornately. Then they set up an easel and had a large portrait of me, my senior yearbook picture to be exact. I looked perfect in that picture. My hair was curled and framed my face just right, the strand of pearls hung daintily around my neck and the black velveteen shirt hung off my shoulders slightly, the smile on my face was one of the brightest I had ever seen in a picture, I was so excited to finally be taking this picture. It’s a shame that the first time I ever saw it was at my own funeral. Finally the people wheeled in a metallic blue coffin, which could only be mine, they opened the coffin and arranged a few things seeming to make my body presentable. They finished off the set up with a framed Split River number 32 basketball jersey and then they left the gym.

I wasn’t aware that I was crying until I felt a tear fall from my cheek and land on my hands that were crossed on my lap. I thought I was starting to come to terms with my new life or should I say my death but seeing this setup brought back the stinging pain I thought I was working through. Truth be told I wasn’t ready to die, I had so many things I wanted to do after graduation. The tears kept coming, more rapidly at this point and by now I was full blown sobbing as I sat in the upper deck of the bleachers looking out at the funeral setup.

“Hey there you are,” Wally called as he made his way over to me to sit down. “Y/N what’s wrong?”

“That’s what’s wrong,” I choke out as I point to the gym floor. “I thought I was starting to accept this.”

“It takes time your death is still fresh,” he says as he wipes a tear from my face. “It’s okay to not be okay.”

“I’m sorry,” I cried as I started to lean into Wally. “I feel like all you have done since I got here is deal with my pity parties.”

“It’s all going to be okay,” he wrapped his arms around me pulling me into him. “I don’t mind your pity parties, it's normal to feel like this. I felt they same way you do right now. When I died I was depressed for weeks.”

“It’s hard to think about you being depressed,” I laughed. “You give off total golden retriever energy, you’re always so happy.”

“Golden retriever energy huh?” He chuckled, pulling me in closer to him. “You’ve been hanging around Rhonda haven’t you?”

“Only a little bit here and there,” I smiled up at him. “Thank you Wally.”

“For what?”

“For always being here and comforting me when I have one of these breakdowns.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he stroked my arm tenderly. “Seeing you vulnerable when you have always been so strong pained me to see.”

“What do you mean?” I asked confused, “you’ve only ever seen the vulnerable me.”

“That’s not true,” he said, grabbing my hand with his. “I’ve been stuck here for.” Wally was cut off by Mrs. Sheridan’s voice echoing over the speakers in the gym.

“Thank you everyone for attending the celebration of life of Y/N YL/N.” Mrs. Sheridan spoke into the microphone on the podium.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Wally asks, “watching your own funeral isn’t easy.”

“No I need to see this.” I said standing, “maybe this will bring me closure, plus it’s my last chance to see my mama and brother.” I began to make my way down to the first floor of the gym. In the front row of chairs sat my mama and Lincoln both clad in black clothing, on my mothers lap sat my letterman jacket. Her fist clenched tightly to it as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Lincoln had his arm around her shoulder and he was doing his best to stay strong for her.

My heart crumbled seeing them like this, I sat on the hardwood floor in front of my Mama and laid my head over in her lap. I would give anything for her to stroke my hair once more and comfort me but she can’t. I laid my hand on top of hers and laid there for what seemed like forever. My mother stirred beneath me bringing me back to reality.

“In honor of Y/N we would like to officially retire her jersey.” Coach Marshall spoke into the microphone. “She was our fearless team captain and one heck of a ball player she was going places and this season was going to seal that deal for her.” He had so much faith in my abilities. “Please Ms. YL/N we would like to bestow her remaining jersey to you.”

My mother stood and my hand fell from her, I grasped for her once more but to no avail I could not touch her. In my grip though I was graced with my letterman even though my mother still held it firmly in her hands as she approached the stage. How was that possible? How could I have my jacket when she still had it in her hands?

“Thank you coach,” my mother said as she approached the podium. “Retiring Y/N’s jersey is a great honor and thank you for your kind words about her.”

My mom continued to give a speech about me but my focus had shifted to my brother. The strength he showed earlier had dissipated, tears are slowly rolling down his cheek. I have never seen Lincoln cry before, he has always been the tough one of the two of us. “You have always been an amazing big brother,” I cried with him. “I love you bubba,” I hugged him even though he couldn’t feel it.

The funeral ended shortly after my mothers speech and she returned to her seat. I slid my arms into my letterman and then I proceeded to sit in the now empty seat by my mom. “Thank you for being the best mama I could have ever asked for.” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “I sure am proud to be your daughter.” Looking between my mama and Lincoln I bared these last words, “take care of each other y’all are all y’all have left I love y’all.”

I stood from my seat and went to approach my casket, my body laid peacefully in my metallic blue casket. My mom had me dressed in her favorite dress of mine, a light blue lace dress with cap sleeves. She had my hair curled and made sure to put my class ring on my finger and my favorite necklace on me. Knowing what I knew now after the incident with my jacket I took my ring and necklace and put them on me. “You lived a good life sweetheart,” I said to my corpse, “but now it’s time to live your death.”

I turned and walked out of the gym, I had closed this chapter and now was ready to accept this new life, I was ready to accept my death and make the best of it.

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Wally’s POV

I couldn’t leave the gym, I didn’t want to leave Y/N alone. So I stayed in the upper level seats and watched her at her own funeral. I watched her go straight to her mama and sit on the floor with her head placed on her mama’s lap. My heart broke for her knowing this was it. She was savoring every moment with her family. Her mama got up and made her way to the podium where she accepted the jersey of Y/N’s that wasn’t framed. She gave her speech and I watched Y/N have her moment with her brother. I watched her exchange with her brother but I listened to the speech her mama gave. She said everything I had come to know about Y/N over the years she’s been roaming these halls. She was a fierce competitor, a loyal friend, stronger than she knew, and the kindest soul to have graced these halls.

Her mama finished her speech and returned to her seat. Y/N sat next to her and spoke unheard words to her. She then looked between her brother and mama and said something else before she got up and walked to her casket where she stood for a few moments and pulled a couple things out of her then she turned and headed for the gym exit. Her chiffon train of her dress flowed behind her as she made her exit. She looked like a different person as she walked out as if she was letting go of the past and ready to move on.

I gave her fifteen minutes before I went to find her. I checked the cafeteria, the field, the library, and the halls but she was nowhere to be found. None of the others had seen her, she was nowhere to be found, I had checked everywhere. Defeated, I sat down on the floor of the hall when it hit me. I had checked everywhere but one place, how could I forget about the auditorium? That’s where we had kissed. How could that slip my mind when I was looking for her? I quickly stood up and made my way to the auditorium, once there I burst through the doors and sure enough there she sat on the stage, she was gorgeous as ever sitting in her letterman and she had changed out of her dress, she was now in jeans and a basketball t-shirt.

“You alright?” I asked, sitting down beside her.

“Shockingly yes, I made my peace.” She smiled, “I said my goodbyes to my family and my former self. I'm ready to move forward.”

“I’m happy for you,” I grabbed her hand. “You deserve to be at peace with what happened”

“Thank you Wally,” she squeezed my hand. “You have been a big part of getting me through this. You've been my shoulder to lean on and I am forever grateful.”

“I’ll always be there if you ever need me.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“What were you going to say earlier about seeing me not vulnerable?” She asked softly.

“I was going to say that I had been stuck here for 30 years.” I sighed, “ I’ve seen many people walk these halls but no one has ever been like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve watched you roam these halls for four years, I’ve seen you put others above yourself even when you were falling apart.” I looked into her eyes and confusion was all on her face, “I watched you hold yourself together when your life at home was crumbling to help someone who’s problems weren’t anywhere near as big as yours. I’ve seen just how strong you are before I ever even met you.” I couldn’t tear my eyes from hers. I could see the tears welling in them. “I’ve seen how loyal you are, I’ve seen what kind of leader you are and I saw the type of person you are well before you died.”

“I don’t even know what to say to that,” she sniffled.

“I’m sorry if I upset you.” I pulled my hand away unsure of how she was feeling. “I honestly never thought I would ever actually meet you but the type of person you were caught my attention.”

“So you’ve watched me since I started going here?”

“Not in a stalker type of way,” I said standing to my feet, I had said too much and creeped her out. “I mainly watched your games and only ever watched in the halls when we happened to be in them together.” I turned to walk out of the auditorium.

“Wait,” she said as I heard footsteps approach me. “Why are you leaving?”

“I figured I creeped you out.” My head hung low, “I thought it was best if I left.”

“You haven’t creeped me out,” she said, reaching for my hand. “Things just make sense now.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve seen countless games, and heard god knows how many conversations I’ve had in the halls.” She chuckled, “you already knew ‘Iris’ was my favorite song before I told you when we danced on homecoming night.”

“I did,” I looked down at her. “You always listened to it before games and I overheard you tell a friend it was your favorite once.” I was extremely embarrassed but I couldn’t stop the words that came next. “I liked you, I wanted to get to know you but I knew it wasn’t possible, I never thought we’d actually be where we are now.

She looked up at me through her long lashes with a sweet smile on her face. “Are you saying you had a crush on me when I was alive?”

“I still do,” the words fell from my mouth before I even processed what I was saying.

As soon as the words escaped my lips, I felt small hands on both sides of my face pulling me down a few inches until her soft lips were on mine.

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Y/N’s POV

“I still do,” Wally said and I couldn’t stop myself. Both of my hands were on either side of his face pulling him down towards me. Ever since we kissed on homecoming night I have been hoping for another opportunity to do it again. Our lips touch as if I’ve taken him by surprise; he doesn't kiss me back.

“I’m sorry that was much smoother in my head,” I say as I pull away, letting my hands fall from his face.

“Don’t be sorry,” he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me into him. “It just took me by surprise is all.”

He dipped his head down to meet my lips once again. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood slightly on my tip toes. He tightened his arms around my waist pulling me even closer to him. This kiss was much different than the first we shared. That kiss was soft and sweet, this one was full of longing and desire.

“I’ve been wanting to do that again since our first kiss,” he said breathlessly, breaking our kiss.

“So have I,” I smiled up at him. “So you wanted to get to know me huh?”

“Yes I did,” he said, grabbing my hand. “I still do.”

“Then let’s go,” I said as I led him out of the auditorium and to a plot of land that overlooks the fields. “This is where I’d come when I needed some time to myself, it was always so peaceful here.”

“It does seem very peaceful.” He said looking around the quaint area.

“I frequented this spot often when my parents were going through their divorce.” I said as I sat on the soft grass. “This was the only place I found comfort during that time, my parents were at each others throats and Lincoln and I were always caught in the middle.”

“I’m sorry you both had to go through that,” he said, tightening his grip on my hand comfortingly.

“It’s alright, that made me who I am today and I wouldn’t change a thing.” I leaned my head on his shoulder, “so what do you want to know?”

“Let’s start off easy,” he smiled. "What's your favorite color?”

“It’s turquoise, what’s yours?”

“I didn’t know the questions were getting turned around on me,” he chuckled. “It’s blue and my favorite song is ‘Don’t stop Believin’.”

“Good choice,” I giggled. “So this one is heavy, what exactly happened to you?”

“I was laid out by a tackle in the homecoming game my senior year.” He shuddered remembering his final moments. “Coach pulled me out to rest my knee, I was sitting on the bench when my mama came down to the field, she wanted to know what was going on,” he sighed and I knew where this was going. “She convinced me to tell my coach I was okay and to get back into the game, she said I could rest when I was dead and that rest doesn’t get scholarships.” The hurt in his eyes was evident and a tear began to roll down his cheek. “Coach put me back in and I was rushing for a touchdown, I was nearly in the end zone when I was taken down, I heard a crack and everything went black. I didn’t feel any pain, but I only wished I could’ve scored one more touchdown for my mama.”

My heart was in my throat, “Wally I’m so sorry,” I choked. “If your mom would’ve just let you rest, you wouldn’t have died.”

“You’re right but you know everything happens for a reason and I’ve accepted that.” He put his arm around me, “so what’s your favorite movie?”

“Titanic and yours?”

“Raiders of the lost ark, speaking of movies, we have movie nights around here from time to time. Do you think maybe you’d want to go to one with me as my date?”

“Wally Clark, are you asking me on a date?”

I said looking up at him. “Of course I would love to be your date to one of the movie nights.”

“Hell yeah.” He kissed the top of my head. “You know I’ve enjoyed this.”

“So have I Wally.”

We sat together just enjoying each other's company until night time had fallen upon the school. “Wally, do you think we’d have gotten along this well if we were alive in the same lifetime?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” He responded, ��but I’ll take this lifetime any day.” He kissed my temple.

I don’t know exactly what is going on between Wally and I. I know that I am falling for this lovable football player hard and fast, but for now I’m content with where we’re at. He makes being dead much more bearable than it would have been without him.

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Ellis Twilight ~ Main Route Mad Love Chapter 25

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: None

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

Part 1

--I killed the person I loved.

To stop time so that their happiness could not be clouded.

--I was murdered by the person I loved.

Because that was his twisted, endearing love.

If it were a fairy tale, it might be considered a bad ending.

However, in our case—

Victor: “You’ve kept your promise well up until now.”

As I submitted my report, Victor narrowed his jewel-like eyes.

Victor: “Now you are free. You can fly away or you can stay here.”

Victor: “So what will you do, my lovely robin?”

(I--…)

When I closed my eyes, many things came to mind.

(The normal, daily life I had lived.)

(The smiles of everyone I’d worked with at the post office.)

(The room on the second floor of the baker where I lived.)

(The warm and gentle people of this town…)

And then--as a fairy tale keeper, I had witnessed darkness just beside that happy everyday life.

Victims who were kidnapped and couldn’t be saved, forever unable to return home.

Children huddled together and crying.

Jake’s spiral into madness.

When I opened my eyes, Victor was silently waiting for my response.

Ellis once told me that Victor and William were the ones who founded Crown.

(Their eyes… probably know the depths of the unfathomable darkness.)

(What I’ve seen over the past month is just a glimpse of a small part of that darkness.)

(Maybe I still don’t fully understand the cruelty of their curses and sins.)

(…If I choose to live in the dark, I will live a life of secrets that I can never reveal to those I care about.)

Circuses, suburban ruins, moonlit cliffs,

If the number of places with painful memories increased, there may come a day when there were no more places in the city where people could smile.

(But…)

(I want to be by Ellis’ side, Ellis who always wishes happiness for others and keeps his hands dirty to achieve it.)

Part 2

(But…)

(I want to be by Ellis’ side, the man who always wishes happiness for others and keeps his hands dirty to achieve it.)

It was the same as when I first came here.

As long as I was with Ellis, everything would be okay—or so I thought.

Kate: “If Her Majesty the Queen will allow me, I would like to continue to serve as fairy tale keeper and assist Crown in their crimes.”

Victor: “That’s…”

No matter how much I wished, I was prepared for the possibility that I would be turned down.

(I’ve been injured on missions twice already.)

(I even ended up being kidnapped and putting Crown in danger.

As if entrusting it to fate, I quietly waited for a reply—

Victor: “Of course, you’re certainly welcome!”

Kate: “Eh!? Whaaat!?”

Victor spread his arms wide.

A dove appeared out of nowhere and flew away, scattering white feathers.

Kate: “That’s amazing…!”

I clapped my hands and Victor bowed graciously and gave me a brilliant wink.

Victor: “Whatever you chose, I had stayed up all night preparing to reward you like this.”

(Come to think of it, the first night, he performed a knife throwing trick as a way to welcome me…)

(It was Ellis who was dodging the flying knives.)

Kate: “Hehe, thank you. Victor, you’re quite a playful person.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, and Victor narrowed his eyes in a dazzled manner.

Victor: “…If I ask for something like this, perhaps it would turn into a curse.”

Victor: “But, I can’t help but hope.”

Victor: “Please, shine your smile on those who live in the dark of night.”

His smile was filled with affection for all of the members of Crown and for me.

Kate: “Yes…If I can.”

Part 3

After Kate left, standing tall and in a happy mood—

Jude: “Ya called me over ‘n then were doin’ magic tricks for so long I thought I should go home.”

Victor: “Wah! Wait, wait! I have something important! I want to discuss the mission!”

Victor: “Yes, this is an order from Her Majesty.”

Jude clicked his tongue when he saw the document being handed to him, but took it anyway.

Jude: “If it’s in writing, just leavin’ it in my room woulda been enough.”

Jude: “Maybe ya called me out specifically to overhear what ya were sayin’ earlier?”

Victor: “Mm-hmm, you’re very perceptive.”

Victor: “I hope you’ll continue to support her so that her smile doesn’t fade.”

Jude: “Ask Ellis, I don’t care.”

Victor: “Ah, but you see, Ellis is like our youngest child, right? Please take good care of the two of them, okay?”

Jude: “Haah.”

Listening to the sulky sound of the receding footsteps,

Victor narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the soft sunlight filtering through the trees.

Victor: “You don’t need to tell me, you’ve already got them both in your pockets.”

Victor: “…I suppose it was none of my business.”

After telling Victor I was staying at Crown Castle, I headed off, straight to—

Colleague: “You absolutely must come and see me! And please introduce me to your boyfriend properly next time!”

Kate: “Yeah, see you later!”

Apparently Victor had informed the post office that I would continue to be working for the palace.

The exchanges with everyone went smoothly.

(Thank you for your help so far.)

I bowed toward my workplace and took a long breath.

(This is the end of the promised month.)

My new life began tomorrow.

When I looked up, picturing the unknown future, the sky changed color as if to reflect my emotions, a mixture of excitement and fear.

The surroundings were bathed in the vibrant colors of dusk.

Kate: “…Beautiful.”

However, while I stood there, surrounded by the beautiful display of light with its many overlapping colors, I suddenly lost track of where I was.

(Where am I standing right now?)

Between the everyday and the extraordinary.

Between day and night.

Between the present and the future.

I felt restless and unsure, like I wasn’t connected to anything…

--I suddenly wanted to see Ellis.

(I have to see him… I have to find Ellis, and then--)

However, when I tried to run, I found myself unable to move my feet.

???: “Guess who.”

…Because I was embraced tightly yet gently from behind.

Part 4

--I suddenly wanted to see Ellis.

(I have to see him… I have to find Ellis, and then--)

However, when I tried to run, I found myself unable to move my feet.

???: “Guess who.”

…Because I was embraced tightly yet gently from behind.

I knew who it was right away.

(Someone holding me so gently it feels like I could break free at any moment, but also holding me so tightly that I can’t escape.)

(I only know one person.)

Kate: “…Ellis.”

Ellis: “Correct.”

In his arms, I turned my body around—the very person I wanted to see was there.

(Until just now, I was starting to lose track of where I was standing.)

The anxiety and restlessness of the evening disappeared and my heart was filled with happiness.

(Just having Ellis hug me was enough to remind me that this is where I belong.)

Kate: “I told you to I'd meet you at the Castle.”

Then, his twilight-colored eyes, the same color as the sky, narrowed as if he was looking straight into my heart.

Ellis: “Yeah, but… I felt like you might be feeling lonely, Kate.”

***CHOICES***

You're so kind after all.

Am I the only one who felt lonely? +2 +4

...That’s correct. +4 +4

***

Kate: “…That’s correct.”

Ellis: “If your colleagues find out, you’ll be in big trouble like before.”

Ellis: “I was worried I might cause you trouble, Kate, but I’m glad I came to pick you up.”

Ellis: “Also… Sorry, I lied a little.”

Ellis: “…I was lonely too. I wanted to see you sooner.”

Maybe Ellis’ long arms were meant to grab me and lock me in.

That’s what I thought the moment he embraced me in the sunset—

Part 5

Ellis: “…I was lonely too. I wanted to see you sooner.”

Maybe Ellis’ long arms were always meant to grab me and lock me in.

That’s what I thought the moment he embraced me in the sunset—

(He smells nice…)

The smell of sunshine, the smell of laundry, the refreshing smell of the greenery and the sweet smell of the flowers in Ellis’ room.

I love everything about him so much that I hug him back tightly

Ellis: “Actually, I was planning to come and pick you up earlier.”

Ellis: “The florist’s cart had fallen over and it looked like a big problem…”

He’d been gathering flowers and helping repair the cart,

He explained the reason for the delay with an apologetic look on his face.

(That sounds like Ellis.)

Ellis was still spreading happiness as usual, and I loved him so much that I listened to his story with a smile on my face.

A person who is like twilight—a mixture of the sinful darkness of night and the warm sunlight of day.

(I feel good in his arms. I want to stay here forever…)

I’m sure my greatest happiness can only be found here.

Kate: “Ellis, I love you.”

Ellis: “I… I love you too, so much.”

Ellis: “Kate… you look beautiful in the colors of twilight.”

Ellis’ expression and even his voice were dyed in sparkling, spilling light.

(Ellis is also beautiful…)

Kate: “Hey, Ellis… Are you happiest right now?”

Ellis: “I’m happy to be embracing you like this, Kate, but…”

Ellis: “We haven’t made the cranberry jam yet.”

My heart started beating fast when I saw the view of tomorrow reflected in Ellis’ eyes.

Kate: “Hehe, that’s right.”

Ellis: “Someday…Let’s stop time with the greatest happiness.”

Ellis: “Then…be mine, forever.”

Deep in his gaze lies true love and happiness.

Then, sensing the darkness flickering in the depths of his eyes, I pressed my lips against his.

Ellis’ secret box… swallowed me whole and then gently closed the lid.

Just the two of us in the box, surrounded by thorns forever.

--I killed the person I loved.

To stop time so that their happiness could not be clouded.

--I was murdered by the person I loved.

Because that was his twisted, endearing love.

If it were a fairy tale, it might be called a bad ending.

However, in our case—

When that day comes someday, it will be the best happy ending.

Epilogue | His Side Story

[killingfrankie]

MY THOUGHTS ON THE OBC CAST RECORDING OF MEAN GIRLS.

‘A Cautionary Tale’: Honestly the best start to a musical ever. I’m obsessed with this song so much it’s insane. The little ‘nice’ from Damian and then ‘thank you’ from Janis after the ‘you can’t buy integrity from the mall’ line is SO SATISFYING. So good.

‘It Roars’: The transition into this song is so seamless and perfect and it’s so catchy. It shows how separated Cady is from society and it helps make sense of who she is, why she acts the way she does and how enthusiastic she is to finally join a more “normal community/society”. Does that make sense?. I am personally thankful that it was cut from the movie and replaced by ‘What Ifs’ because I just don't think it would’ve translated well. And that’s okay! Some things are better left untouched.

‘Where Do You Belong?’: “your mother called you babygirl?” “singing ha ha ha” SO GOOD. Damian is so funny. In the musical and the new movie Damian has so much more personality and more of a backstory and it’s so good. SO MAD THIS WAS CUT THOUGH. Grey slayed this song. The introduction to Damian and Janis for Cady. Perfect.

‘Meet The Plastics’: Silly silly Cady so so so curious. The way they describe the plastics in the beginning💀so funny. “MY NAME IS REGINA GEEEEORRRRRRRGE” LITERAL FUCKING CHILLS I LOVE TAYLOR LOUDERMAN. Her intro is so fucking real. HATE the 115 line tho. Thank goodness they changed it. Mad they cut karen and Gretchen’s parts from the movie tho 🙁 GRETCHEN’S VERSE IS SO GOOD BRO. straight and to the point. Karen’s intro is so funny. I love Karen. They could never make me hate her. “That’s it! :D” kate rockwell oh how i love you. WHEN ALL THEIR VERSES MERGE IS SO GOOD. i'm personally a Regina girl so I sing the ‘heeeeeres where you belong here's where you belong.’ “NO REALLY SAY IT.” SO GOOD. “come sit with us tomorrow! It’ll be fetch!”

‘Stupid With Love’: LOOOOOOVE. I used to not really like this song but it’s grown on me a lot and I love how unhinged Erika gets. “Do you have an eraser?” “i would love to :3” cadyyyyyyyy heroooonnnnnn. SO GOOD. “jinx!” “ha ^_^ IM ASTOUNDED AND NONPLUSSED. I AM FILLED WITH CALCULUST.” I LOVE HER. this song is so good. I also personally really like Angourie’s version too.

‘Apex Predator’: i can play this song on piano. SO GOOD. i love this song so much. Have you guys seen rachel zeglers cover? Cady using metaphors to present Regina’s behaviour and her power is so clever and it’s just so fun to listen to. When janis and cady both sing “she’s queen of beasts” THEY SOUND SO GOOD TOGETHER BRO. “HOW CAN YOU OUTSMAAAAARRRRRRRT THE APEX PREDATOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR”

‘What’s Wrong With Me?’: Gretchen :((( I feel like i cry to this song a lot. It’s just like, gretchen, honey, you dont deserve this.  “Mama called me beautiful. Dont believe her anymore, now im listening to you.” REGINA LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS SHE’S JUST A BABY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 the final “WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME” AND SHE BELTS. SO GOOD. translated so well on screen.

‘Stupid With Love (Reprise)’: i’ve never been a big fan of aaron but i don’t have any issues with him but this is satisfying to listen to. “So i’m swearing off of dating.” “Shit.🥲” . “hey whats the date?” “october 3rd! MY NEW FAVOURITE DAY!”

‘Sexy’: KAREN I LOVE YOU. this song translates so well onto screen from stage. Kate slayed this song and so did avantika. I love how passionate karen is about halloween. This song is such a BOP too. The beat is so addicting. “I CAN BE” ateeee. She knows who she is and she SLAYED. When she lists the costumes. Chefs kiss. The whole sex cancer bit is so good. Thank you for curing sex cancer karen! “THIS IS MODERN FEMINISM TALKING. I EXPECT TO RUN THE WORLD IN SHOES I CANNOT WALK IN.” ICONIC. PERFECT. INCREDIBLE.

‘Someone Gets Hurt’: literal chills. Like actual goosebumps. “Yes i look perfect” yes you do. I can play this on guitar. SO FUCKING GOOD ISTG. so tense. I’d give in to her immediately. She’s so intoxicating i swear to god. This song captures regina SO WELL. there’s so many astonishing little vocal moments. Taylor louderman is literally one of my favourite vocalists of all time she’s so fucking good to listen to. The amount of emotion in her voice is incredible. “IT’S FINE FOR YOU IT’S FINE TO FLIRT. AND GOD YOU’RE HOT WHY DO YOU EVEN WEAR A SHIRT.” actually fucking insane i love her.

‘Revenge Party’: this song is so fun and actually batshit crazy i love it. It really shows how creative Janis and Damian are. This for me is where Cady turns for the worst. I hate the whole theme where they fuck with regina’s weight to take her down. It’s genuinely disgusting and thats one of my only problems with mean girls. Like ik they’re all mean girls but still. Gretchens whole meltdown is so fucking funny. I love gretchen so much. The final chorus is so fun.

‘Fearless’: gretchen not being able to function without having a “boss” is iconic but also someone get her a therapist. This song is so fun. Like all of them singing about not being scared of regina and then regina coming in and changing the song to the chords of SGH and then basically warning them that she will get them back. Again, CHILLS.

‘Stop’: MY FAV ATM. SO FUN. SO MAD THEY CUT IT FROM THE MOVIE. JAQUEL WOULD’VE SERVED. So catchy and addicting i love it so much. The “stop” before giving examples hits every time. “MY GOD GIRL, HE’S JUST A GUY!” SO TRUE!!! Janis calling out Damian about Phillip is so funny. Damian going insane over phillip is so funny. “For four whole weeks i trolled and dissed her. THEN I FOUND OUT SHE WAS HIS SISTER.” CRYING ITS SO FUNNY. Then all the girls saying their mistakes. It just gets gradually more sad. “Good work ladies lets take a break” A 5-6-7-8 ! “ TAP BREAK. ICONIC. Him calling her out by saying “stop. Being glued to your phone, counting followers and likes and IGNORING YOUR FRIENDS.” and then the. “She’s leaving! JUST LIKE MY DAD!” IS SO FUNNY.

‘What’s Wrong With Me? (Reprise)’: again with the “boss” :( also having mrs george in the reprise is so funny and it makes so much sense. Bless they’re both trying so hard. “You’ll be worshipped for years.. Then she’ll turn three and everything’s wrong with me” REGINA WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR MOTHER 😭😭

‘Whose House Is This?’: SO addicting and fun. “WHOSE HOUSE IS THIS? ITS MY HOUSE NOW.” im so thankful kevin kind of got a song. He’s so funny. “WHOSE HOUSE IS THIS?” “IT WAS ALWAYS MY HOUSE😭” SO FUNNY.

‘More Is Better’: am i the only one who thinks aaron kinda over-reacted here when he called cady a clone of regina… likeeeeee it’s not that deep bro. Also when it alludes to ‘i see stars’ is so cute. She’s JUST a girl. And she’s not wrong. Regina wouldn’t let that girl talk to him in a normal conversation. What else was she supposed to do? Aaron does have some points tho about how she’s changing herself to it in. but he shouldn’t be scrutinising her for it.. Like bro just reassure her that you like how she normally is… cutesy song tho

‘Someone Gets Hurt (Reprise)’: this entire sequence is genuinely insane and so fucking good and i am obsessed with barrett so much like she’s so talented. And Auli'i ate it up in the movie too.

‘World Burn’: GOOSEBUMPS. The start of this scene is so sad in the movie… TAYLOR LOUDERMAN ATE THIS SONG UP. not a fan of the use of the d slur tho. V happy they changed it for the movie. The intensity of this song makes me feel like im entering my villain era. “But you didnt finish my oooooofoffffff. MY NAME IS REGINA GEORGE.” CHILLS BRO CHILLS. “AND YOU CAN QUOTE THIS. WOAHOHOHOOOOOHHHOHHHH.” “MEAN. MEAN. MEEEEEEEEEEAN.” I LOVE HER BRO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. “SOO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAN. I WANNA WATCH THE WORLD BURN.” I C O N I  C.

‘I’d Rather Be Me’: i can play this song on piano too. It’s so good. I love it so much. Probably my fav when i first watched the musical. My fav thing is the chanting of “janis janis janis janis” and it is so satisfying. Im sad they cut it from the movie. Janis’ redemption arc is so fucking good. Love a queen who will do anything to be authentically themself. “everyBODY has opinions but tht doesnt make them true.” i prefer the ‘every asshole’ from the movie but the everyBODY still hits.

‘Do This Thing’: “YO YO YO MATHLETES STATE CHAMPIONSHIPS, WHAT! FIRST FEMALE EVER ON THE TEAM, WHAT! A BOXED LUNCH WILL BE PROVIDED, WHAT!” SO FUCKING FUNNY BROOOOO. “I’m a lean, mean, math machine” okay cady. Whatever floats ur boat queen. That line kinda hits. The part where they’re solving equations hits so hard. Kevin is so funny. “YOU LIKE THAT MARYMOUNT?!?!” cady ate it up towards the end. This song is so good.

‘I See Stars’: this song is so cvnty i love it. It makes me lightheaded when i karaoke it though so god bless erika henningsen for doing it 8 times a week. This song is so cutesy i love it. The perfect ending. Cady’s redemption was so well written bro. And i love this song. Not my favourite but it’s still on my playlists.

[silvershiningtarot]

♾️💐PAC 18+ What Would It Be Like On Your Wedding Day & Honeymoon?

🪬Take a moment to look at what pile that resonate with you. Don’t look at these pictures remember this is a general reading, take what resonates and what doesn’t.. Enjoy My lovely 😊.

Pile1:

Wedding Day: Ahh I see, okay with the Chariot card. I see some victory here, maybe you or your husband will go through some trouble, I don’t know. It seems like on your wedding day, for some of you it’s going to be a trigger, maybe for some of you still holding on to this pain still. I think that for some of you, someone would try to fuck with your wedding way! It’s going to bother you or your husband that day. Ugh it’ll be a shitty day. It seems like to me either you or your husband won’t give up on you. Because you’ll be working with your husband and vice versa. To let go of these negative energy feelings. Maybe someone got hurt or someone had passed away, they told your husband or you about it. But I got a feeling about this negative energy feeling, I don’t like it. Don’t worry you’ll get married soon but it seems like for a few of you someone will try to ruin your wedding day or even your honeymoon it might happen. Please don’t pay that shit no mind but if someone you loved had passed away then. I’m sorry because having bad news on your wedding day sucks. You’ll have your wedding day going because that negative shit won’t stop you from marrying your husband or even them. Congratulations!!! Yass!! You’ll beat this negative energy shit!! You’ll beat it, this person won’t win at all. I sense it might be a quick wedding because I think that some of you might get married in a different state. I sense out of the country probably in Ireland or Italy or somewhere on land!! Or I get for a few of you it’s a spiritual marriage, so you might be getting married in the sand. Yess! I’m just so happy for you that you won’t let it affect you or your husband because your husband would do anything in their power to help you get over this emotional feeling. Maybe you’ll have anxiety!! Probably cold feet about it. Don’t worry they’ll help you about it. They’ll help you clear your mind. If you are manifesting your wedding then it’s in progress now!! The universe is make it happen for you, but you stole your husband heart, you got your husband in your hand. I think that your husband for some of you got trust issues, maybe this why though they got cold feet, so it’s like you saved them. I don’t know they wanna send you vow message to you. Ahhh!! Some of you or few of you know who your husband is and claim it and take it baby. This is your soulmate or twin flame you are marrying and they wanna marry you. I’m sorry, here's their Vows to you.

Vows Message: “All my life, I’ve been waiting for this day. To tell you how much I love you, I don’t even have the words to describe how much you made me so happy and grateful to be here with you and marrying you. I don’t even wanna start crying, but you are my backbone, my heart and my rock. You are everything to me. Marrying you is like marrying my soulmate all over again. From a different lifetime. I wish I knew you soon before all the bullshit I had in my life before. But I won't survive without you now. My darling you are my best friend, I will do anything in my power to make you happy and I’ll never wanna lose these feelings. I know I’m going to get on your nerves, annoyed the shit out of you. Excuse my language haha 😂 but I just wanted to say that you’ve done so much for me. All you ever repay me is by loving me. I love your flaws. I don't care if something is bad, I won’t back down from it. I can’t wait to grow old with you. You make me the proudest man in the world. Can I say this to you, I love you my queen. Thank you for giving me the chance to be your husband. Until our souls find each other again I'll want to do this with you all over again. I rather go through the ups and down with you then someone else. Yes you are my soulmate or twin flame, I don’t care about the labels just as long as you are with me then nothing else matters to me. I’ll cherish every moment with you. I think about this moment with you all time, you're like my dream come true. It’s like I’m the prince in the castle looking down at his queen. I’ll take on whatever God throws at us before you get hit. I'll jump in front of you, so nothing can harm you. I’ll be the shield for you.”

HoneyMoon: It seems like on your honeymoon, you are going to get knocked up. Pregnant maybe that’s why your wedding day might be short, because you are going straight to your honeymoon. They’ll love you unconditionally, they’ll do anything for you. It’s like they sacrifice anything for you and vice versa. This is a fairytale type of love. You two will cut people off, you’ll start making your own family. That's the only thing that matters and that shit is amazing to me. You and your husband have an unbreakable bond, yeah you two will cut off ties whatever negative feelings you or them was feeling you’ll cut ties with that part of emotions meaning as where heal that feeling. Oh my god your husband is a show off, I sense that they’ll show off both of y’all wedding pictures and the honeymoon photos too. I think that you guys might take an airplane or a jet to go off. I see wounded warriors, yeah you or them might have been heartbroken, but you or them or the both of you will heal this wound together as a family and release. That’s what the chariot is for!! Yass! Maybe you or them or both of you are light-workers and just meant to heal each other’s wounds together, crying it out and starting to connect to your higher self. I sense that for some of you who had a spiritual wedding this will make you open up more to your higher self. All the wounds will trigger you but you have your husband here to heal them with you. Your husband will enjoy knocking you up!! Yess, I mean I see Italy for real so maybe it is Italy you’ll go on your honeymoon and get freaky!! Sex sex sex!! That’s why you are going to get knocked up wooo 🥳 celebrate sweethearts.

Pile 2:

Wedding Day: Woah, your wedding day with your husband is going to be amazing, I can see it. Whatever you can manifest you will receive the gifts that your spirit guides send to you or your husband. With the wheel of fortune 🔮 I see it as everything will lined up on your wedding day. I can also see it in a luxury wedding, very fancy but beautiful. I can white wedding 💒 like all white, maybe for some of you it can be blue or whatever color you decided on. It seems like you or them get in your head a lot, don’t doubt or be in your head. It's like you or them will get through this battle together on your wedding day. It seems like your wedding will be in another state, probably somewhere. I can see it in the backyard like how Marilyn Moore got married with her other husband, geez 😒 I forgot his name but if y’all put know his name then that who I’m talking about. Woah 🤯 I feel like for few of you might get married this month. So if some of you are with your husband or got engaged then you might get married this month in March or few of you might be married in the next few months. Or y’all might be moving out of your parents house or planning your wedding in a year. Good luck 🍀 to y’all. You two will celebrate your love together, y’all ain’t gonna be worrying about other people or anything just being together. I can hear their messages to you, even if it’s short here it is.

Vows Message: “Don’t be mad at me, but when I first met you it was like my whole body got stuck but in a good way haha 😂, sorry for being a goofy ball but I love how I made you laugh even when we first met and discussed music together. It was fun collaborating with you! I love how I can submit to you without feeling any type of guilt about it. You never made me feel guilty about anything, the way how I feel, laugh and just be my goofy self. That’s what I love about you. I couldn’t find another you even if I wanted to, I just couldn’t. I know I come off as dick but you see through me like nobody business, in my mind I was like how do you do that but you just fucking get it, like how I get you. Thank you so much baby for being here with me. Will you be willing to take me as your husband forever? I never thought I never I could get married, I was thinking to myself damn I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life until you showed up in my life. Are you mad at me? Sometimes I am making you mad for no reason or sometimes I do but I don’t care I love making you mad so I can get some that precious kitty Kat (meow) haha 😂 you get me all excited, I can wait for you to say I do!! I wanna kiss you right now!! Can I kiss you right now? I don’t care if anyone sees it or that part of my tradition. Oh yeah I wanted to say that you accept me because I'm a traditional type of guy. First love, then marriage and then our baby I’ll get to see soon. Haha 😂 I’m sorry for laughing, I'm such a goof. I'm a little nervous so I laugh when I’m nervous. I know you don’t believe in my religion but you still marry me. I don’t want you to convert to my religion even though I would love that but baby I’ll do anything for you. I’m a simp for you, I don’t care. I said I’M BIG ASS SIMP!! Wow I can’t believe I said that out loud but for you I will. I listen to a song by Monica For You I Will. That’s our song together. I will cross the ocean for you my Twin! Be my wife for life forever until our souls incarnated somewhere else because baby wherever you go I go.”

HoneyMoon: It seems like on your honeymoon with them, you are going to have closure with these fake ass friends, meaning as where it’s going to end quickly. Or even with some family shit it will end. Oh that was another pile 1, but you two will have a spiritual wedding. So y’all might have your honeymoon at a hotel suite for some of you or maybe you two will go out on your honeymoon and eat at a restaurant. No wonder your husband seem like you were mad at him because you two will be arguing, I don’t know maybe it about these intruders who will be stressing you or them on your wedding which is fucking lame 😒 but you and your husband will have closure though. You’ll be knocked up maybe that why for some of you and your husband will handle those fake ass friends you maybe having mood swings but that’s part of pregnancy 🤰🏾. You two will solve this argument, making amends and taking accountability for it. Good!! You don’t want to be arguing after your wedding day especially on your honeymoon.

Pile 3:

Wedding Day: It seems like you’ll be marrying your soulmate, because this is a partnership between you and your FS. I sense that you or them might be having some doubts about your wedding. Or your husband might not accept help, remember this is a partnership can’t be running away or just being in your head a lot! This is happening between you and them. Ooooh now I see the problem here, there’s going to be some type of trigger that’s going to happen. I don’t know what it is that either you or them won’t accept each other’s help or advice. Since you have a wheel of fortune, this means that you would have to give your husband some time to think things through. I knew it!!!! Oh my god either you or them is going to be carrying the past with you, carrying a lot of baggage on you or them. Please 🙏 ❤ don't do that and you guys gotta talk to each other. Again this is a partnership, don't let the past ruin your day.. This is your wedding day. It seems like your wedding will be in Virginia, Wisconsin, Georgia or Indian. I think that’s where your honeymoon will be too as well. It seems for few of you, y’all grow old together in this marriage, which of course duh 🙄 that’s why you getting married. I’m not going to say who dies first but if your soulmate dies before you do then awesome. Someone might be irresponsible at this wedding 💒. Doing things without thinking, I don’t know maybe you or them won’t own up the mistakes. You have trust issues, you are so scared of rejections! You or FS have to let this past go, because the past is keeping you trapped. So I know you’ll feel vulnerable to them, so it's going to take both of you some time to heal.

Vows Message: “I’m sorry I'm a little bit nervous. I want to get this off my chest. I am so proud to be here with you standing here with you looking into your eyes and telling you that I love you so much. You are one of my greatest gifts from heaven. You are so precious to me and my family loves you. My kids love you and I love you very much. You are my rock, you never leave my side and you have always been there for me. You absolutely deserve to be here with me forever. I ain’t going nowhere without you. My queen, my rock, and my wife .. God you are so beautiful and you welcome me to your home already so quickly. I know we started off as close friends and I know I wasn't your type at first but hey at least you still gave me a chance to prove myself to you. When I saw you with another man, I was angry at myself because I didn’t have the balls to tell you how I feel about you. Now here you are walking down the aisle with me forever as my wife for life. For the rest of my life I’ll be the one man who is always there for you. No matter what. You are my best friend forever, if I lose you I’m losing everything, including myself. We are like split souls. You show me this wild side of life that I never thought I could do. The way I see it now, you standing here looking so beautiful as always, I thank the universe for this amazing gift and moment with you. So baby will be my forever ♾️ love ❤️. Because I am yours no matter what.”

HoneyMoon: After your ceremony, you might go on an airplane and fly down to Texas with some friends down there for some of you. Few of you will probably spend some time in California, whichever place in California you’ll spend your honeymoon there. I can see for some of you, might be a cabin in the woods drinking nice champagne 🥂 and your husband just looking at you. I can see it. So peaceful and beautiful moment. I can see that you and your FS loves spending time there no matter what. I sense that you might have a boy first and then your girl second. Awe 🫢 I swear they are going to be beautiful babies. I sense that your babies will have thick hair. Damn even I have felt it through my chest. Once you and your FS get married and go to your honeymoon, you’ll end karmic ties with people. Family, friends and other relatives who had hurt you or your husband. Because it seems like this past from your wedding will fucked you up or your husband it will be a trigger day on your wedding day. But I’m sensing a big ass transformation. This wedding day. Anyways you’ll be breaking a lot of generational curse. No wonder dude!! This is a twin flame journey, so this will be difficult as hell. I don’t sense all of it bad because you two will be helping each other. Both of you will be popping each other's bubbles of the illusion of people, happiness, love etc. Everything you had learned from home was taught to you and your husband that shit will break! Both of you will raise your kids the way you raise them, same thing as marriage, anniversary etc. you going to start doing things your own way period. On your honeymoon, you two will be doing some BDSM stuff and so what! You’ll do it in your own way. I fuck with this. If y’all are like spiritual people then cool!! I think that you’ll bring your husband to the wild side. Because I think they’ll feel guilty for marrying you in more spiritual ways, don't worry it’s not your fault. It's because they are traditional people, so they’ll feel like they are betraying their own beliefs. Don’t worry you’ll be there helping them. Or vice versa to you, your husband will help you get out of your head and come on the wild side. So either you or your husband is a brat!

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Wedding Day: It will be a emotional 🥲 day for you and your husband!! We have the strength to make this wedding happen and special for the both of you. Cuz I see the Queen of Wands, you two will bring out each other’s creativity and I see that your husband will be mature and also calm too. It will be a little bit of frustration like stress out. Either you or them will be doing it at once. Like it might be something coming late. Maybe the Caters did something wrong and fuck things up and you have to cook something or the flowers got messed up. It will be a little stressful in the beginning but once you guys repair the wedding back the way you both wanted it will be perfect. Seeing the Empress card makes me feel like you’ll create something new and it’s like I heard this is a new beginning between you and your husband. Very big ass celebration 🎉. Few of you I sense it might go national like the whole world will know about your wedding. I sense that your wedding will be in Egypt 🇪🇬 for some of you, I sense a spiritual awakening like it’s a wedding but technically a wedding it’s like a ceremony wedding. Probably outside in nature. Maybe you’ll get married in the forest like how Edward and Bella got married. It's like what I’m seeing for some of you. For a few of you maybe get married in Greece or China or probably in Missouri. So I do sense a lot of you getting married in China 🇨🇳 for sure!! It’s going to be beautiful and so cultural. I heard there won't be a lot of you people there. Maybe a small wedding. But I do feel like your wedding will be small and it’s going to be out in nature. If some of you like the beach 🏝️ then I can that no shoes on just getting married in the water. Not too deep in the ocean but just a good amount I can see that. Most of you might be getting married in India 🇮🇳 well well, either way you getting married out of state. See! I was right both of you are going to be stressed out on your wedding day, my advice to you is that close the door another one opens. You both will have to keep an open mind. Don’t stress and stay positive and calm about it. Everything was meant to happen for a reason. What did I say?! Spotlight!! For some of you, your wedding with your husband will be national, the whole entire Will knowing about your wedding. It going to fucking big as hell. For a few of you, it will still be a spotlight but it will be a small ass wedding. Your husband is a healthy man, probably will workout before the wedding. Drinks a lot of smoothies and eats fruits 🍎 keep his body healthy. Or vice versa.

Vows Message: “Ohhh My Goodness, I can’t believe this is happening right now. I’m so happy to see my family, friends and my wife here with me. I know things got a little bit complicated but it got better when we work as a team baby. I’m just ready to go home with you and do this with you every single day for the rest of my life. I wanna be an old man with you. Let nurses change our diapers together. Talk about how we first got engaged, first met and our first child together. I wanna share that with our grandchildren soon. Even with our own kids I wanna share this with them. What we have is what we deserve. I’ve been searching for you for so long, I’ve been waiting for you for so long and now that you are here with me. It’s like your an Angel 👼 from the sky 🌌. I swear in this ocean with me I feel like you are a siren that just lure me into your arms just like that. You got me sprung to you. Don’t worry baby it ain’t your fault. I love it. Now I can say we can rest now together, all the battles and war we have fought for a very long time, now I can say I will rest with you now. Because I felt like I was fighting for so long, I never thought this battle could end but it did because you ended with me. Together we are a team and baby you are my family forever ♾️ together I’ll cherished you forever ♾️ my soul will cherished you! What can I say? you make me so special, I feel so loved and appreciated when I’m next to you and standing beside you my queen. My siren queen. Let our ashes flow away at sea together and kiss 💋 until we are in the next life together again. In the next lifetime, I bet we will find each other faster this time.”

HONEYMOON 🌕: Your honeymoon with your husband is going to be very fairytale. I see a Prince and Princess vibe. Don’t get wrong it’s still your husband but I see you guys becoming so powerful and strong together as oneness. Like a full union. Your honeymoon will probably be in London for some of you. For a few of you probably in Europe or Colorado. Which is still dope and some of you might have a cabin in the mountains just to rent out for the both of you. You two will be so happy and mature about things I swear the king of cups is kicking in! I see some type of unexpected surprise pregnancy that’s happening here. So used that you’ll tell your husband that you’ve been pregnant and you just told him at the honeymoon or you are going to get knocked up on your honeymoon. Get ready!! So maybe you two will go to Europe for your honeymoon. I see that you’ll come back home looking different speaking differently. The languages and the culture of different backgrounds. I don’t know, maybe your kids will be born in a different state or country. For a few of you I don’t see your child born in an America seriously 😒 I do see them out of the state. So either way ENJOY YOUR HONEYMOON. I sense a lot of sex here.

[till-death-us-do-part]

Have you been able to find the booklet or any lyric information for Philiae’s Scapegod? I’ve been working on transcribing the lyrics manually but some are tough

Hey! I did not find the actual booklet (as of yet at least) but I did find the lyrics from an official source (their official now defunct website circa 2004), some of them are missing certain stuff, like repetition, background words etc, but with having these in general you can fill in the blanks really easily when listening, I hope this helps! I'll update this if I find the proper booklet <3

Putting under the cut the lyrics copied exactly as they are on the site:

1. GOLDEN GOD what do you think we come around what do you think | you hear that sound what do you think | how do you think to use the nose what do you think | how do you like to overdose the missing link | what do you think i justify myself and i | i’m not that guy what do you think i love that lie | how do you think i try to deny what about you | i’m like a bitch i’m like a queen how do you do? || they always take a lot of what they give: drugs | i’m on… || what does it mean to be a drug what does it mean | it was the inc. that called it rock your slates ain’t clean | the jesus freak that called his dad the G.O.D. | he is a product that I call S.H.I.T. ||

2. FOR THE DECEASED all proud and pretty people | how mouldy can you get? | when the son breastfeeds the daughter there’s mud inside the bed | with flowers on his back he’s trying to feed the death | hides the hickeys on his neck | the blood it tastes like ash | ”didn’t it?” | all their warm and slender bodies | filled with a cold and lonely soul | wanted the white and spooncooked love | to crawl inside another hole | they never ever understand | what by “sacrifice“ is meant | and searched theirselves inside a kiss to repress that they live | “I bet right now: you don’t know if you wanna kill me - or fuck me! i wish i could believe | we go to a better place | but science has damned my innocence | and now I damn your faith” | splinters of assurance | strong enough to devastate | see i’ve to discover they’re not strong enough to free our hate | whatever’s lost is found today | tomorrow's dreams assimilate | an empty crib of burning hay | no more the need to medicate | delete the ground under their feet | to reveal what lies beneath | the guilty one dies on his knees | the head in hope, the heart deceased | we’ll never die | it’s already done | we’ll never cry | for the deceased son

3. HATEGRENADE fuck revolte and fuck anti | fuck your life, fuck suicide | fuck the pope but fuck divine | fuck your judgement, fuck your lies |fuck religion, priests and fate | fuck suppression, fuck constraint | fuck real love and fuck blind hate | fuck this song, fuck hategrenade | fuck the holy, fuck them hard | fuck you satan, fuck you god | fuck the fraud and fuck the truth | fuck the me and fuck the you | fuck the vice, I rape to fuck | in my heaven is no god | fuck the people’s hollow soul | fuck sex and drugs and rock n roll || doors down, fuck you | born into this world tonight | hate | the last innocent child || I made my sins but are they just seven? I tried to resist, o lord I can’t stand them | oh no I can’t oh no I can’t stand them | I’m trying, I’m craving, I’m praying for heaven || learn to hate | hategrenade | learn to hate

4. CRUCIFIXION DAY someday i’ll escape to space | searching for a bitter place | someday i will find a way stop breathing your nonsense all night all day | even blind apes can see | i’m already dead and already free | all the hollows are taught to be to be deceased and dead as me | the “lie“ in beLIEve may save you from your selfmade hell | someday i’ll give the startshot for the last hour | maybe today, maybe right now | the taste of faith is not enough to swallow | rest in pieces in your WTC’s | finally god wasn’t true | see the elected dying with you || see the stars | refuse so hard | they deny the descent of god || slaves give birth to slaves again in your beautiful “master & servant“ world | cut your teenage wrist to end your subhuman creature sustaining world || in today’s tomorrow is no god | morning has come | it’s already day | the sun feels numb | he’s not on his way | on the black grass | dead bodies shot | where are the stars now | where is my god?

5. SCAPEGOD the exit flag is furled | the clock counts five to twelve | the baptized son in a hater’s world | is never strong enough to keep it well unfurled | we laid down when there was nothing left to scar in our childish-discouraged hearts | one day we fold our hands to pray unto || the exit flag is furled | the clock counts twelve | to hate this world | to kill ourselves | the scapegod flag is… || “father what have i become, the hate i feel is almost fun!“ | we were right when we were singing songs of love about a world high up above | the real and true below was never enough | could never be enough | homogenicly raised to score and fit | our strangled soul had enough of it | now we just don’t give a shit || all heil, now it’s furled | for a wretched scapegod world | pure silk all soaked with dirt | the scapegod flag is… || we live fast and we die young | we torture and suffer on our run | this is what we all deserve | legal through the barrel of a gun | we live high, we’re on the trip | we’re the scum of adam’s rib | we commit suicide or assassination | we’re dying to breath salvation | the hate I feel is almost fun || fuck you!

6. FOR THE BELOVED this feeling hurts like hell | it’s almost physical | cause rationality is too vulnerable | who sees goes blind | who gives is bleeding | who loves will find || we���re dry like biblepages | hollow like a soul | billions of white coloured cases | there is no tomorrow || don’t think i feel | don’t think i’m real | i walk through decayed crowds | masses of moaning vacuum holes | automatic and cold | death remote controlled | leave me in emptyness | i’m beyond and love is dead | and love is dead || we’re dry like biblepages | till eden isn’t shown | billions of white coloured cases | tomorrow i’m alone | memories are crossing my way | like shooting stars in a dead white ray | reattached emotions and reflexions | of the past lessons | i see masses of slaves (but no master) | i feel infinite hate (but no ventile) | i got boundless love without an aim | but to make me feel || you set the needle | i know you needed me | i regard reality stealing the content of my fantasies | this song means nothing more | than a dream about one love | that lets me cry for someone | for the frail and scarred | this song means nothing more | than a dream about one love | that lets me cry for someone | for the beloved

7. BEAUTIFUL LIE || cause i’m a liar there’s no desire | a lie | there is no fate | yes, no, right, wrong || we are so fresh | so very clean | swallowing all secretions | and licking all our queens | yes, no, right and wrong || we’re only well | when somebody’s god | only having fun | when somebody’s not | yes, no, right and wrong || there’s no fate in our direction | just the will of an erection ||

8. WHITE SUN you taught me not to feel and how to see all the shadows in my truth | how could I’ve done it cause you knew it’s all so relative when you want it absolute | love’s an insect dying in slo-mo | recycled and remote controlled | inserting ‘bout a thousand hands to create a feedback in the soul || I’m like a million and you, you are just like one | I loved a spitting image resigned to your white sun || we are waiting to die some day but we are not yet on the way | a million points of view through hours like delays | i love you, i wish i could explain that i hate you anyway | there’s nothing left to take from me | not even the fucking – responsibility || hate myself for loving you | love myself for hating you | i’m like a million and you’re just like one

9. FOR THE HOLLOW come on | in times we wrote these words we were living like you yet | if you ever read these lines we’re still but already dead | we always tried to avoid responsibility and guilt | but now we’re getting on top of it | on the top of it || when I’m not your favorite model on the covers | then I’m the untrue virgin denying lovers || what was the eden tree without the snake | what was jesus without pilate? It’s just this death we live it’s just what we create | we always tried to avoid responsibility and dead white lines | cause the world she whispered “give it to me like it was for the last time!” || I’m not your face of indifference to the others | if you need a scapegoat you blame on one another | if we need a satan we just blame it on us | if we need a god we just pray to us |

10. SEVEN MILE PLATEAUX what comes behind the end | is it numb like under the sea when the whole world gets undone | the scratched mirror jaw cries to overthrow | gain the steeples | sweat the pills | revive your own jane doe | on a seven mile plateaux || never kill the world for you | tumbling puppets in a row | i don’t care, i’m walking on my seven mile plateaux | never kill the world for you | push the maggots in their hole | i don’t care, i’m walking on my seven mile plateaux || when we are feeling fine we sell you our believe | when we are feeling bad we push you on your knees | before you fainted through your nostrils i saw god | the crucifix is turning to the pain you had ignored | you’re feeling so adored || never kill the world for you | keep on walking on my seven mile plateaux ||

11. PLEXUS the wasted generation is the right complication for the righteous swollen men | rule the roost away | refuse the nerves and cut them to sway in the wind of pollen strands | never try to escape | never try to be great || yeah motherfucker you‘re nothing to me | trying to be satanic? | trying to be the new christ? | you got a mind to hate but a heart to feel | as long as you’re mechanical it ain’t alright || billionaires corrupting nations | brats bored on vacation | love statistic’s low and down | devil versus adonai | begging for my decay | i’m the king without the divine crown || yeah motherfucker you’re nothing | instead of loving you | they will cut your head off | instead of crowning you | they will push your ass down ||

12. SCARRED TEENAGE WRIST i saw a black rose in the garden | her sight gave me the creeps | although i cut her stalk | she pricked my heart and cracked | today i lie to you | tomorrow you will die for me | yes i had an unrequited love | but that’s not everything about me || can’t you see | this is me | i’m signing the contract with the enemy | can’t you see | the unguilty boy i’ve been | i’m signing the contract with the enemy || from his eyes like a shot | with a smile and hard as hell | he forced me to recognize | the begetting was a sacrifice | today i lie to you | tomorrow you will die for me | no i don’t know much about my father | but that’s not everything about me || today i lie to you | tomorrow you’ll die for me | may i’ll make a deceitful decision | today i lie to you | tomorrow you’ll die for me | would you even understand | what i’ve been elected to? ||

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

I have a question to ask our majesty, King Magnífico. Before the interview with Asha. Could you tell us more about the previous interviews? How did they go? What were your observations for rejecting those people?

The only thing I heard was a man crying after his last interview with you. I would like to know more details about that 👀

"Oh dear ...." *sighs deeply* "Unpleasant memories ... but since you asked, I'll answer. Please, have a seat." *gestures to a couch with lots of pillows in different sizes* "I didn't think looking for an apprentice or assistant would go ... hmm ... well- end up in a catastrophe to put it nicely."

“An apprentice?” Amaya’s head falls into a surprised tilt.

“Why, yes! With my kingdom constantly growing, my responsibilities and my work grows as well. This is the perfect timing! And I’ve been thinking about this for quite a while now.”

“It’s just … you’re so very specific about your work.”

“Exactly!” Magnifico says with a snap of his fingers. “If I could find someone who shares my ambitions and goals, is eager to learn from me and help me … just imagine!”

Amaya follows the king's energetic pacing. He would always start to pace when he’d become passionate about something. And this went both ways. He could be very convincing if he wanted to.

“I’m sure there are many willing to work for you, mi rey.”

“Yes, but I’ll have to make sure they’re right for this job.” He stops in his tracks, “I’ll give interviews!” And swiftly turns back around to face the queen. “Give the news. One applicant at a time. Starting today!”

“Today?”

“The sooner the better, don’t you think?” Magnifico chimes as he moves away toward the large set of stairs.

“Where do you want me to take the applicants then?” Amaya asks with a gesture of her hand.

“To my study.”

Her face falls slightly, “all the way up your tower?”

“All the way up my tower.” An amused smirk spreads on the king’s lips as he rests his arms behind his back. “See it as the first test. My assistant would have to walk those stairs every day.”

Amaya gives a little agreeing shrug. “Fine. I will bring the news.”

“Splendid!” Magnifico starts to head upstairs and adds, “Oh, and please tell Dahlia to send me my tea, like always.”

“Yes, mi rey.”

Yes, getting an assistant was a good idea. He’d been longing for someone he could share his passions with for years now. It was almost strange to him, why he hadn’t gotten that idea sooner.

Magnifico enters his study, crosses over to a reflective wall and waves his hand. The glass slides to each side and opens. Light of the early morning sun floods the room and makes the colorful liquids in their glass cases throw dancing rainbows on the stone tiled floor.

His gaze immediately lifts to a little sea of blue balls, hovering at the ceiling, and he smiles.

Warmth spreads in his chest as he watches them. His heart swelling with gladness and contentment.

His people.

His subjects.

He’s successfully kept them safe for over a decade now, and he would make sure it would keep staying this way.

Keep them safe. At all costs. Never let the past repeat.

Suddenly his sensitive hearing picks up a quiet chatter and rips him out of his trance. He almost chuckles to himself about how quickly Amaya found an applicant. Straightening his shoulders, he turns swiftly, ready to meet whoever was now in his study.

Magnifico waits until he hears Amaya close the doors and then enters.

Near the doors stands a young man something between eighteen and twenty-three. A gangly and shy looking thing, but that shouldn’t be a criteria.

The boy’s head turns. For a moment he freezes but then his mouth opens and Magnifico flinches at the squeal erupting like a sudden trumpet call.

“It’s you! It’s really you!” The boy cries, flailing his arms.

“Yes, it’s me.” Magnifico strides down towards the boy.

“I can’t believe it! I’m really here! I’m seeing this! Oh my goodness, I’m such a big fan and-”

“Thank you!” The king chuckles, “I appreciate your excitement. Now, you’re here today bec-”

“Because I’m going to be your assistant!”

“Because I’m looking for an assistant!” Magnifico corrects the boy.

“I know! This is incredible! You’re so awesome! I can’t believe that I’m here and that I’m talking to you and-”

Magnifico watches the boy rambling himself into a frenzy, almost hyperventilating. “That is … really nice! But let’s calm down a little, hm?” He rests his hand on the boy’s shoulder with a warm smile but instead of calming down, a high pitched squeal escapes the boy’s throat.

His eyes widen and his face goes pale. “He touched me!” He squeaks before his eyes roll back in their sockets and he slumps to the ground faster than Magnifico can grab him.

“Oh dear! That was unexpected.” The king dives down to shakes the boy’s shoulders gently. “Hey, can you hear me?”

Fluttering, the eyes of the boy open again. He mumbles something, seemingly disorientated.

“Are you alright?”

The boy meets the king’s concerned face and starts losing it entirely. Magnifico withdraws in bewilderment. He’d witnessed many swoon and faint at his mere appearance but he hadn’t anticipated his first applicant to fall into that category.

For a moment, Magnifico can do nothing but stare. To his relief the doors to his study fly open and Amaya bursts in. Rowan, the chief guard, at her heels.

“Alright Kiddo, let’s go!” The broad man effortlessly plucks the squirming boy off the ground and escorts him out as Magnifico adjusts his bangs and exhales through his lips.

“Oh my …” Amaya saunters over to the king. “Are you ok?”

“Yes … that was … What was that, Amaya?”

“I don’t know!” She shakes her head and joins his stare at the doors, as if the boy would burst back in any moment. “He was so calm when he stepped up!”

Magnifico clears his throat. “Anyway … that was enough for today! Maybe I was too quick with this ... I’ll receive the next applicant no sooner than next week. See to it that you won’t let another lunatic into my study!”

“Yes, mi rey!” Amaya dips down into a slight bow.

He nods, turns and moves back towards the glass wall. Back in the laboratory, he stops in front of one of the tall windows.

“Your tea must be ready.” Amaya adds quietly.

“Thank you.” He doesn’t turn around but keeps his gaze fixated on the horizon - over the teal rooftops to the glittering ocean in the distance.

This was only the first applicant. He tells himself. The next will go better.

☆ ~ ☆ ~ ☆

“You’re here today because you want to become my assistant.”

The man, somewhere in his thirties, nods.

“Tell me, why do you think you’re right for the job?”

“Uuuh … I don’t know?”

Magnifico’s smile drops slightly and his brows lift, “You don’t know?”

“My family and friends told me I was just right for the job! And now I’m here.”

“Uh huh.” The king’s brows lift higher, “well then, why does your family and your friends think you’re right for the job?”

The man shrugs his shoulders and Magnifico feels his patience run thin. “Ok, another question!” He pushes himself away from his counter, “what are your strengths? What are you good at?”

“I’m a good listener.”

“Good, what else?”

“I’m nice to people?”

Magnifico inhales, wipes over his face and massages his left temple for a few seconds. “That’s good that you’re nice to others, but there is much more to being my assistant than just being nice and good at listening!”

“Well, I can play flute!”

“You don’t say.” Magnifico’s expression falls into boredom.

“Would you like a demonstration?”

“No, I think we’re done here!”

“Oh, great!” The man chimes, “then I’m back home just ready for lunch! My wife makes wonderful baked potatoes with-”

“Yes, wonderful-” Magnifico quickly guides the man back to the hallway where Amaya waits.

“And her apple pie is outstanding too!”

Amaya’s brows furrow as the man passes her down the stairs without any complaint, happily proceeding to ramble to himself about the meals his wife can cook and if the laundry is already dry. “Uh …” Confused, she lifts her gaze back to the frowning king.

“I asked for an assistant, not a clueless court jester!”

“But he was nice, wasn’t he?”

“How are baked potatoes, apple pies and being able to play flute about to help me with my work?” Magnifico gestures and Amaya snickers.

"You like good meals."

Grumbling, he strides back into his study. “Very funny.”

◇ ~ ◇ ~ ◇

“Oh! Your majesty, it’s such an honor to meet you!”

Magnifico watches the woman in her twenties bow. “Thank you. I assume you know why you’re here?”

“Yes! Of course! Can I see the wishes now?”

“Excuse me?” Magnifico's face falls.

“You do get to see the wishes when you’re brought inside, right?”

“Who told you- One second!” He lifts his hand, “Don’t tell me you only came here in hopes to see the wishes!”

The woman fondles her fingers, “Well, and maybe get one granted too!”

Part of Magnifico aches for the fact this woman only cared for the wishes in the first place, the other is angered. Without another word, he passes the woman and opens the doors to his study, gesturing into the hallway. “You may leave!”

“Do I have the job?” The woman chirps and he has to fight his composure.

“No.” He says monotonously before shutting the doors again.

-

“The audacity!” Magnifico vents while striding up and down, waving his hands. “Can I see the wishes! Is this all they see in me? A source for favors?”

“They trust you, that’s why they ask you.” Amaya says.

“That’s not the point!” He turns, “You don’t understand how it feels! You’re not in my position! I want my assistant to see eye to eye with me! This is important to me!”

“Mi rey, this has only been the third applicant. More will come. A little more patience.”

“Patience! If every single applicant will end up like that then I won’t get an applicant at all!” Magnifico snaps with a flick of his cape. Then he calms and exhales through his gritted teeth. “I’m in my room. I'll see you at dinner!”

Amaya lets him leave and sighs.

The doors to the kings private chambers fall shut with a loud bang that for sure echoes through half the palace. Groaning Magnifico stomps into the middle and keps pacing. Back and forth and in a few tiny circles.

Why didn't anyone seem to really listen to him? Why did no one ever seem to really understand him? Finding an assistant and apprentice wasn't a decission he'd make lightly.

I must protect my people at all costs! Never again ... never again ... I must not let it happen again!

His shaking hands run through his hair and he paces again.

I need to calm down. Everything is fine. Nothing's happened. I'll find a good assistant. It's in my hands.

His eyes lift outside to the glowing horizon. Sighing tiredly, Magnifico drops onto his bed. Was it really that hard to find someone who'd see things like he did and feel the way he did?

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“I’m a quick learner! I’m very ambitious and highly interested in alchemy!”

“Good! Very good!” Magnifico smiles. So far everything has gone well. “Go on!”

The girl nods. “If I don’t know something, I can learn it. I’m also ready to do smaller tasks!”

“Promising. But if you want to become my assistant, I need to be sure that I’m seeing eye to eye with you. And I need to be able to fully trust you!”

“You can, your majesty. That’s the point in having an assistant, no?”

Magnifico considers, then he nods as well. “Come, I want to show you something.”

Excited, the girl follows him into his laboratory and to the wishes. Her eyes widen as she spots the alchemy items around her. “Woah!”

“Normally I don’t bring anyone in here, but I need you to understand why I’m doing what I’m doing so I can-” He stops, “Don’t touch anything!”

The girl, who stands close to one of the glasses filled by some green liquid, quickly pulls her hand back with a sheepish grin and Magnifico shifts his gaze back up to the hovering balls. “The reason I keep the wishes in here is-” He hears glass clink and turns his head over his shoulder once more with a slightly stern pout, “Don’t touch!”

The girl reaches for another glass.

“No.”

Another glass.

“Don’t touch that! That either! Listen, if I tell you not to touch anything, I mean it! Do not touch anything, that’s an order!”

The girl nods energetically. “Yes sir! King Magnifico, sir!”

Magnifico sighs and rolls his eyes. Patience. He reminds himself. Give her a chance, she’s just curious, curiosity is good. “I was saying … Keeping the people of Rosas safe and sound is my highest priority! Everything I do is to make sure that-”

Amaya, who had been on her way to inform the king of a letter from a neighboring kingdom, almost trips at the last step as a loud explosion erupts behind the closed doors of the king's study. Eyes widened, she dives for the handles. Out of the slit between the doors a bluish smoke leaks into the hallway. As she opens the doors, she’s immediately wrapped in a cloud and stumbles back coughing and waving her hands.

Back inside the laboratory, Magnifico stands still as a pillar. His lips are pressed together firmly and one of his eyes twitches. Upon a twirl of his hand, the smoke flees through the open windows. For a few seconds, he closes his eyes and clenches his fists, biting down the anger that slowly bubbled up in his chest like lava in a volcano. After a deep breath, he turns to look at the girl, who still holds two - now empty - glasses. Her hair all poofed up like the tail of an angry cat, her face and clothes dyed blue.

“I’m sorry,” She chirps, “I couldn’t help myself! This liquid sparkled and I really wanted to know what would happen if I mixed it with this purple one …”

Magnifico doesn’t reply. He examines the wish bubbles to make sure they’re fine and then strides towards the girl, taking the glasses from her and placing them back on the counter.

“Am I in trouble now?”

“I told you not to touch anything!” He snaps, “you disregarded my order, endangered not only the wishes but me and yourself as well!”

“I’m really sorry, your majesty!” The girl bows.

Suddenly his posture relaxes and his gaze softens. “It’s ok.”

“Really?” She looks up at him in surprise.

“When I was young, I caused more than one explosion. Mistakes are there to be learned from, I hope you’ll learn from this one.”

“Oh!” The girl relaxes as well, “So I’m not in trouble?”

“No.” Magnifico sighs, “but I assume you already know that I will not take you as my assistant.”

“Yes, of course.” Again the girl bows, “and I’m truly sorry!”

“Apology accepted. Come, I’ll bring you to the doors.”

“Mi rey?” Amaya carefully slips into the study, “What happ- Oh!” clasping her hand in front of her mouth, she tries not to laugh. Magnifico is just as sprinkled in blue as the young girl next to him. One part of his hair hangs loosely down his forehead, the other resembles a lion struck by lightning.

“Don’t say anything!” He grumbles as he shoves the girl towards her, “bring her back down. No more applicants for today!”

Amaya nods. She almost reaches out for the girl's shoulders but pulls back so as not to get her hands blue as well.

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After the last incident, Magnifico didn’t bring anyone into his laboratory and wishroom anymore. The safety of the wishes was too important.

The king leans against his desk, tiredly rubbing over his face. The last few minutes had cost him not only a few of his nerves. The recent applicant, which he’d sent to get some tea, had flooded him with questions about nearly every item in his study. And how was Magnifico to explain magic items he’s kept for over a decade to a boy who knew nothing about it? Or some of his thickest books he’d spent months studying?

The doors to the study open and the young man comes back with a little tray and the highly anticipated tea. A relieved smile spreads on Magnifico’s lips. Oh, how he needed this strong herbal tea now. Nice and hot.

The boy puts the tray down and hands the cup to the king, who eagerly takes it.

“Thank you!” Magnifico replies before taking a sip. Instead of a pleased sigh however, his eyes widen and he spits the liquid back into the cup just as quickly as it had entered his mouth. “This is cold!”

The boy fumbles his fingers nervously, “Really? B-but it was hot when I took it from the kitchen!”

“Are you saying Dahlia gave me cold tea? She’s never once, in the past six years, served me cold tea!”

“Uh … who’s Dahlia?” The boy frowns.

“What?” Magnifico's brows draw together in confusion, “I told you to go and get me tea. And that tea comes from the kitchen and Dahlia Lee is my royal baker! She’s responsible for making my tea, so if she didn’t give you the tea, who did?”

“I did?” The boy scratches his neck, “I thought I was supposed to make the tea myself.”

Now the whole situation makes sense to Magnifico and he sighs, putting the cup back onto the tray. No wonder this tea was ice cold. But, he could throw this little mistake over his shoulder. After all, he knew he was specific with his tea, and it had taken a little bit of trial and error for Dahlia as well to get behind how the king loved his drinks and food.

“I’m sorry the tea wasn’t to your liking, your majesty.” The boy says and Magnifico snickers.

“Oh, don’t worry. Just bring me a new one. And please,” He hands the boy the tray, “go and ask Dahlia to make it. Herbal blend number three. She’ll know.”

The boy nods and hurries to the doors.

“And if you’re at it, let her give you some lemon tarts. The ones with whipped cream!”

“Yes, sir!” The boy disappears.

Inhaling deeply, Magnifico makes one of the books from his shelf float to him. He opens it and starts reading mindlessly. Once in a while, he twirls his index finger and the feather pen starts writing some notes simultaneously.

After a while, the doors open again and Magnifico turns his attention from the book to the applicant, who carries the tray with cake and tea across the room.

“Finally!” With a graceful movement of his hand, the book floats back into the shelf.

The boy gasps in wonder and surprise. One second of his attention moved from watching his steps was enough to make him stumble over his own feet and trip. The tray flies out of his hands and tea and cake land right on the king's chest, rather than on the desk next to him.

Magnifico flinches, and the boy's face falls in horror.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to- I’m really ... I didn’t-”

“Yes … obviously!” Magnifico does his best to swipe off some of the cake from his clothes.

Too clumsy. He couldn’t allow someone like that to become his assistant. The job was too important and if someone became careless the moment he saw magic, he had the potential to be a danger.

“May I help you …” The young man takes a few steps closer but Magnifico lifts his hand.

“No. You may leave!”

“But-”

“I do have another applicant waiting.” Magnifico walks to the doors and opens them.

Amaya, who already stands ready at the railing cringes at the soaked, cake smeared chest of the king.

“Bring Asha to my study and tell her to wait a little. I’m ready in a few minutes.”

“Yes, mi rey.” Amaya sighs and beckons the young man to follow her. “Alright, come on. All is well! Don’t worry about it! It happens to the best of us”

Amaya gives one last look over her shoulder as she nears the kitchen and finds the young man has stumbled.

“Ay … are you alright?”

The boy whimpers but rises to his feet again.

Shaking her head, she straightens her shoulders and enters the kitchen, where she is greeted by a cloud of flour. Amused, she watches how the group of teenagers that had, by now, gathered in Dahlia's space, hurry in a line to bow.

“Asha, the king is ready for you.”

“Now? Am I late?”

“You’re fine!” Amaya says calmingly. “The last interview-”

“It was a disaster!” The last applicant wails as he hurries past the kitchen. Apparently he’d managed to get down the stairs without falling another time.

“Finished early ...”

"You see now? And Noah O'Nail has always been melodramatic." *takes a sip of tea* "What? Yes, of course I know all the names!" ....

"Honestly, the saddest thing about his failed interview was that Dahlia's wonderful tea and cake was wasted ... she puts so much effort in everything she makes and it's truly a shame that I didn't get to eat the lemon tarts." ....

"You never had them before? Oh, that should change! You're not allergic to lemons, are you? Or milk? Anyway .... I hope this answered you questions." *leans back*

[echo-goes-mmm]

Moonflower #4

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Warnings: dehumanization, threats

Iris was exhausted. She wasn’t used to long hours; she’d seen what overwork did to her father, and he’d died young. Iris had sworn to herself that she wouldn’t rule like that. 

Unfortunately, there was still work to be done. There was always work to be done.

Kit walked a half-step behind her, quiet and solemn. He was sworn to her, and to her alone, and the relief of it was staggering. Even if it were just for five years, there was finally someone in the castle who she could trust. 

He was bound by magic; it was impossible for him to betray her. It seemed a bit… pushy, but results were results. 

She could feel guilty about it later.

Iris waved off the questioning looks from the castle guard as they walked down the halls. 

Sir Brennan was at his post in front of her door, and thankfully he said nothing when Kit followed her in.

She groaned as she sat on the couch. Iris kicked off her shoes and put her feet up on a footstool.

“You can sit,” she said, taking off her earrings. Kit sat on the floor instead of the couch or armchair, kneeling across from her on the rug. 

Iris began to take the pins out of her hair, tossing them onto the bedside table. They clattered, but the time for grace and care was over. This was her room, and she could relax in here. She wasn’t going to change that for Kit. 

“So,” she said, taking the brush out of the side table drawer. “Here’s the thing.” She shook her head, loosening her hair before dragging the brush through the dark locks.

“I haven’t been queen for very long. Still settling in, really.”

Kit watched the brush move with rapt attention.

“I can’t keep track of everything if I want to both stay sane and run a country. That’s where you come in.”

“I’m not very good at politics,” said Kit. “I didn’t even go to revels often, much less talk to the gentry.” 

Iris reached a tangle in her hair, and she worked to get it out.

“I can handle the politics, Kit, I just want to know if my cousin is being an ass to a maid. Or if an advisor calls me a bitch and I just didn’t hear him mutter.” 

“Oh.”

The tangle gave way, and she moved on to the other side of her hair.

“Luckily for us, tomorrow is Saturday, so we can get you ready for court. I’ve scheduled a tailor, and I’m sure Christine will insist on speaking to you.”

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Kit was tired. There was just so much to process. 

He lay in the giant bed, staring up at the ceiling. He let the colors of the room become fuzzy and swirl.

He didn’t want to think about all those eyes on him tomorrow. All those men with steel swords and armor that burned.

Iris didn’t want much from him, yet. But what she did want meant he’d be seen. Following the queen around all day like a dog was the opposite of laying low.

Just five years. Five years was nothing, five years was-

He gave up his name in six months. Training couldn’t have been more than eight.

He rolled over, too exhausted to even get under the covers.

Five years was a long time.

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He woke up just before dawn, something he never really appreciated before. There was a balcony connected to his bedroom, and he stepped out to sit and watch the sunrise.

The golden light shimmered over the mountains.

Mountains. There were no mountains in sight in his homeland. Even the hills were gentle.

Moonflower bit his lip, and tried not to cry. Crying never helped him before, why bother now?

He went back inside once the sun was over the peaks. He drew a warm bath.

His last bath was “supervised” which really meant they tied him to a hook in the ceiling beam and tossed soapy cold water at him. But he didn’t dare linger in the warm water, or take much comfort in it.

Instead he washed quickly, and dried himself with a fluffy towel he found nearby.

Ideally he could use magic to get his only clothes clean again, but that part of himself was still slumbering from illness.

Kit tried anyway, but fuzziness crept back into his vision, and his legs shook.

Magic could wait. He felt stronger already anyway, and it would return soon. Hopefully.

He tried not to notice how out of place the plain gray shirt and pants were compared to even the servant’s clothes he’d seen.

Everything about him was out of place. Mortals were… rounder. Less sharp, with their softer faces, blunter teeth, and small curved ears.

He pulled the shirt over his head and tried to forget about it. 

Kit slipped out of his room, and nearly came face to chest with Sir Brennan. The knight grabbed Kit by the shoulders and gently steadied him.

“Watch out,” he said. Kit whimpered, backing away.

Sir Brennan was a large man, and seemingly Mistress’s personal guard. He didn’t want to be on the wrong end of his sword.

“You’re up early,” said Brennan. “Why?” He didn’t remove his hands from Kit’s shoulders.

“I-” was dawn early? “I was just-”

“Listen,” said Brennan, his voice going low, “I don’t care. I don’t particularly care about you. My job is to protect Queen Iris.” Sir Brennan squeezed his shoulders. “So if you even think about playing one of your kind’s nasty little tricks I will skewer you with my sword. Do we understand each other?”

Kit nodded. “I wouldn’t-” Brennan squeezed again, and his steel was so close to Kit's skin- “Yes! Yes, I understand- please-”

Sir Brennan let go of him, and stood up. “I’m glad we had this little talk.” 

Kit paused, shaking. He glanced at Brennan, but he didn’t do anything more. Just stared at him with narrowed eyes.

Kit pushed down the dread in his stomach and knocked at Iris’s door.

“Come in,” she called. Sir Brennan didn’t stop him from turning the knob or from entering.

Iris was in a loose fitting pair of pants and a matching shirt, which struck him as odd. 

“Oh!” she said, turning to see him. “I thought you might be Brennan!”

“Sorry.”

“No it’s… fine. But, um, Kit, I’m in my pajamas.” She seemed a little flush. He tilted his head.

“I don’t understand.” She sighed. 

“Just give me a minute, okay?”

“Okay.”

Iris went into her bedroom and closed the door. She came back out a few minutes later in a different outfit, a sleek emerald dress. That definitely seemed more ‘her’. 

Kit had made himself something similar once. It took a lot of effort to make the dyes, and even more work to trade with the driders for silk.

His dress was probably long gone by now.

“You’re up early,” she said.

“Everyone keeps saying that,” he muttered.

“Right… Well-”

There was a knock at the door. “Your majesty? I have your breakfast.”

She sighed. “Come in, Katie.”

The door opened, and Katie backed in with a cart. “I tried knocking on the fae’s door to get it some food but-” she turned. “Oh! It’s in here! Hello!” she waved. She then pulled a tray off the second shelf of the cart. 

“I have your breakfast, too!” She offered him the tray.

He took the tray from her. “Thank you, miss.” 

Katie gaped at him. “I didn’t know you could talk! Can you do magic? I was wondering if-” 

“Kaite, would you excuse us?” 

“Oh! Of course, your grace.” Katie bowed, and left.

“I apologize about her. She’s just excitable, that’s all.”

Kit shrugged. 

“There’s a table by the window,” she said, inclining her head. “We can eat there.”

Kit ate slowly, savoring the bacon and eggs. If Mistress ever decided to starve him, he could remember how good it tasted and pretend. It made him feel better, even if it made him a bit hungrier.

Mistress had a light breakfast, some toast with jam and a cup of something that smelled bitter until she poured in cream and lots of sugar. He wasn’t sure what it was- some sort of tea?- but she seemed pleased drinking it. 

She sighed, sipping at her mug. “Any idea what time it is? I don’t have my watch.”

“Eight thirty-two am.” He responded automatically.

Iris gave him a strange look, and got up. He heard her searching for something in her room. Was she going to beat him already?

But instead she walked back in with a watch in hand. She held it up, but he couldn’t read what it said. “How did you do that?”

“I- it’s just something I can do.”

“Huh.” Iris strapped on her watch. “Well, I’m going to fix my hair. The tailor will be here at ten. Go ahead and put the dishes back on the cart, and put it in the hall. Someone will collect it later.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

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[asteria7fics]

I’m feeling uncharacteristically sentimental right now, so I’m gonna capitalize on it and make my personal RANT girl appreciation post! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

As I’m sure many of you have seen, I’ve found myself with the incredible fortune of befriending three of the coolest girlies that allow me to be utterly INSANE in chat. They are THE hype masters, and honestly I don’t think I would have even considered posting RSB had they not all boosted my confidence with their encouragement.

If you’re somehow unaware of my wonderful RANT Park girlies, then let me introduce you while I muse about how talented and wonderful they all are!!!

@1moreoffkeyanthem

Riley, the first letter and for me, the person that started it all. I don’t think I would have ever met the other girls had she not been so lovely in the comments of TSOB in its earliest chapters. Just knowing that someone out there was finding something to enjoy in my silly, self-indulgent fic really kept me going, both with continuing to post TSOB and during the drafting process of EWILY.

There’s a reason I’m constantly screaming at you guys to read Riley’s work. Every fic hits. Every. Single. One, and the queen has MANY to choose from. I have yet to find a PCE fic that I didn’t thoroughly enjoy. Between the beautiful prose, the perfect character dynamics and the level of creativity required to not only create deeply engrossing AUs, but to make so many of them bite-sized and easily digestible. I frequently marvel at her ability to pull me into her worlds in just a few sentences, every single time.

Don’t even get me started on the quality of whump. I’m not even a whump girl, or at least I never thought I was but man, I really am not joking when I say I think I’ve been converted. Riley helped me see the light you guys, and she can help you see it, too.

I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it a million times more. IF YOU AREN’T READING PCE WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING???

And you can read Riley’s work right here!

@alwaysinstyle

Ana, the sickfic queen herself. Walking hand in hand through the hurt/comfort tag with Riley and absolutely carrying the fandom on their backs while they do it. The day Ana joined Tumblr was the day everything truly came together, and we literally would not shut up about missing her for the week that she was away from us!!!

Though I’ve only been able to scratch the surface of Ana’s writing, I am already consistently blown away by her works. She may very well be the smartest person I have ever met, and my god does she bring that incredible intelligence to everything she writes. Always the perfect word, always the most beautiful flow and poignant moments that have made me frequently and audibly gasp. I mean it when I say my greatest shame is that I hadn’t started reading her work sooner.

When I tell you guys that you need to bring tissues to the function when Ana is there, I MEAN IT!! Do not take this warning lightly!!! You WILL cry, and you’ll be better for it. The catharsis I feel after every chapter of Hourglass is simply unmatched.

Which you can read here, along with Ana’s other works, of which there are also a great many!

@boxwinebaddie

Nina, the baddest bitch on the block who has undoubtedly been subjected to the most insanity from me. I still laugh when I think about how wild it is that our first conversation was us bonding over fucking Saltburn, but I also fear it says a whole lot about why we get along so well. NASTY! GIRLS!!!

One does not simply read Nina’s work. Her works are an experience, the likes of which I don’t think this fandom has ever seen before, or may ever see again. I don’t believe anyone will ever be able to replicate the biting wit and emotionally devastating prose that she has given us, nor has any other fic made me cackle the way hers do. I’m serious you guys, she is HILARIOUS when she isn’t literally ripping my heart out with her dangerously powerful angst.

Despite being someone who loves the challenge of sticking as close to canon as possible, I am an absolute sucker for the ways that Nina pushes every single character in new and fascinating directions. Non-canon compliant done SO right, and I think that anyone that’s feeling worn down by derivative angst in the fandom needs to give her fics a shot.

I will die on Ravesey hill, and if you’d like to join me you can read Nina’s works here!

It sounds silly to say as someone who writes as a hobby, but I really don’t think I have the words to express my gratitude for these women. Their creativity, humor and unending resilience inspires me every fucking day, and I really don’t know how I managed to get THIS lucky.

Ladies, I love you endlessly. Thank you for accepting me as your Cartman-coded friend, for being my biggest cheerleaders, and for creating such incredible works for everyone to enjoy. This fandom, and my time within it, has been greatly improved by every single one of you ♡

[so-much-for-stardust6]

I Still Love You- Graham Coxon

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summary: graham goes mia, making you believe that it was the end of your two’s relationship. he shows up one rainy day and you cry about the pain he caused.

lowercase intended

warnings: cursing (just one word)

a/n: another quick sad graham fic for everyone🙏 there could be a part 2 for this so lmk if u guys want one !!

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i was madly in love with him. i still am. graham coxon, the one i thought would be my forever. the one i imagined growing old with, having kids in a comfortable house with. but here i lay in my empty queen sized bed, crying into his pillow as the rain fell against the window. he’d recently left his band, his mental state not very well. but he never came back home, going completely mia on everyone. i assumed it was the end of us since i got no calls or letters from him. his best mate, damon came over to our place to try and help me through it all, knowing how much in love with him i am. he’s tried ringing his parents but they haven’t heard from him either, worry growing from all of us.

i sob harder at the memories that flew all over my mind, the promises he made stabbing me in the heart.

“i promise you a ring one day, my love. i promise you the life you want.”

i’ve been staying in our shared house all day, not bothering to go out and socialize. just as i was dozing off from exhaustion, i heard a couple knocks on my door. i groan out and sluggishly get up, ready to send damon away.

“i’m not in the mood today, damon.” i mumble loud enough.

i swiftly unlock the door and swing it open, heart dropping once i see who it really is.

“hey..” graham said quietly.

“graham..h-how?”

“i got a bus here.”

he was soaking wet from the rain, glasses covered in droplets.

“you must be freezing, get in.” i step aside.

he saunters inside, eyes scanning the place like he’s never been here before.

i rush to grab him a towel and some of his clothes.

“here, get changed.”

“thanks.” he carefully took the clothes, heading towards the bathroom.

i started making a cup of tea for him, poor boy must be tired. i had many thoughts running in my head. where’d he run off to? why hasn’t he called anyone?

“i’m sorry.”

i turn around to look at him, his posture indicating he was scared.

“why? why did you do it?”

“i needed to get away. i-i couldn’t think straight being here.”

“why didn’t you call us? you had everyone worried. damon even called your parents, graham, they started to get a bit worried too. you left us all thinking bad stuff happened. i was scared.” my voice becoming quiet, trying to stop myself from crying.

“i needed to be alone-“

“i understand that, graham, but you just left without saying goodbye. i cried every night hoping you were okay. i assumed you were gone forever, that i’d never see you again. do you understand how that feels? the love of your life disappearing on you without saying anything? it fucking hurts, graham. you hurt me.” i sobbed.

he looked broken, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he caused me pain. he never wished to hurt me, never being his intention.

“every night?” his voice quivered.

“every night. i got no call, no letter, nothing.” i scoff.

“i-i would’ve but…i don’t know why i didn’t.” he was on the verge of tears.

“but i forgive you. i still love you, gra. so much, i was just very worried.”

“so you’ll take me back?”

“i’ll always take you back. it’s us forever.” i open my arms, inviting him for a hug.

he immediately accepts it, slowly walking to me. to feel his embrace again was very much needed.

“i love you, gra.” i kiss his cheek.

“i love you too, y/n. i’m so sorry.” he sobs into my neck.

i stood there rubbing his back as he sobbed. the tea kettle whistled which caused me to pull apart from him.

“now come on, have some tea.”

the rest of the day we spent in bed, cuddling as close as we could. his scent infiltrated my nostrils, my favorite scent in the world. his heart ached with love as he realized he missed me so much. he thought of me the whole time he was gone, still having no clue why he didn’t reach out. being gone for that long made him realize something about our relationship. that he was ready to propose.

[sailorshadzter]

really needed a mental health day so i took the day off from work

of course i wrote some jonsa hehehe

When he finds her beneath the heart tree, it’s all he can do but to stop and stare.

She sits beneath the leaves as red as her own hair, with Ghost curled around her, an ever protective force. He’s thankful for that. Her cloak is covered with the lightest dusting of snow, telling him that she’s been out there a while now, perhaps losing track of time as she sits with just her own thoughts. Well… Ghost, too, though Jon imagines he doesn’t add much to the conversation. 

And then, as if she’s attuned to his presence, she glances up and their eyes meet from across the godswood. Those blue eyes stare deep into his own gray and he knows he would willingly drown within those eyes, if only she might allow it. “I’ve been looking for you,” he says by way of greeting as he finally approaches, his wolf raising his head up off those massive paws just to spare him a single glance before he’s back to where he was, comfortable at her feet. “And him.” He gestures towards the wolf and to his surprise, and relief, she giggles. “You missed supper.” 

Sansa has known him to be there far longer than he thinks. 

She knows his every footstep, his every sharp inhale of breath; she knows him better than she thinks she even knows herself. “I seem to have gotten lost in my own thoughts,” she says as he sinks down beside her, their shoulders brushing, the slight touch sending warmth down her spine. The truth was, she really can’t recall how long now she’s been out here, but the peace of the godswood, the solace of the whispering wind… It had brought her a sense of comfort she’s not felt in all the long weeks without him. But sure enough, when she tips her head back to stare up at the exposed sky from between the weirwood leaves, she can see the sky is painted crimson and gold, the setting sun making its descent beneath the horizon. “I imagine your dragon queen will think me rude,” she hates to bring her up, but she cannot help it. The jealousy within her heart squeezes too tightly and she thinks for a moment she might stop breathing. 

Jon winces at the name, but shakes his head. “She is not my queen,” he speaks more freely here than he’s spoken in weeks. “But we need her all the same.” With her dragons they might win the battle against the Night King. He knows another battle would come next, but somehow, that seems less frightening than this one they’re up against. “Besides, she didn’t join us tonight, she dined privately.” After three long days of travel, Jon supposes he can’t blame her for wishing for some private time. “But the Lords were looking for you- they were worried about your absence.” It seems that in his time away, she’s truly endeared herself to the Lords of the North, unaware of it, it seems, given the look she shoots at him. “They respect you far more than they ever would me,” he goes on to say, softer now, and those blue eyes widen in their gaze, rosy lips curving with the silent syllable of his name. “I mean it, Sansa,” he says with a shake of his head, unable to stop himself from reaching for her, as she once reached for him. “It is you who should rule the North, not me…” I want to call you my queen, he wants to say, but she’s smiling, tilting her head as her other hand comes up to cover his, a tangled web of fingers and warmth. 

“And yet, she will rule us instead,” she says, unable to hold back the venom in her tone, thinking back to just earlier that day, when Daenerys had come to her in her solar, with pretty words and venomous stares. “Should we survive the Night King, we can only hope to survive her.” If it would not be the Night King, it would be dragons, if it would not be dragons, it would be lions. Was there never to be an end to this life of war and battle? Of torture and despair? Would there never be happiness in their lives again?

Sansa does not realize she’s begun to cry until Jon’s hand is there, fingers gently catching the first tear that streaks the curve of her cheek. “Sansa…” He says her name in the way he only can, the way that sends shivers down her spine, and she forces herself to keep her eyes on his. “I’ll keep you safe,” he reminds me, his voice but a thread, a rasp of smoke in the winter air. At their feet, Ghost remains still and silent, though one red eye peers up at the two people he would kill for, would die for, would protect no matter the cost. “When all of this is over… The North… It will still be ours.” There’s a truth there on the tip of his tongue, a truth he’s just not ready to admit out loud, not even to her. “You may not believe me right now, but Sansa I swear it, the North will always be ours.” She sucks in a breath and lets it out- just like that, she believes in him. When has he ever let her down before, after all? 

And so, she leans into him, and he accepts her readily, his arms coming around her, drawing her in as close as he can. 

There they would stay, until darkness fell and the cold really came, but even as they trudged back up towards Winterfell, he loathed to leave her side, and she is, so as they approached the doors to her chambers, she merely smiled and offered him to follow her inside. Perhaps they might share a goblet of spiced ale, perhaps they might talk awhile, making up for all of the time they’d lost.

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Needed like a whole day to process

oh my god i told you once and I’ll tell you again no amount of classics will ever amount to the poetry you write, im sorry for living in your world 🙏

the two went from being incomplete to chasing one another but never really being each others even if their hearts were to being pulled apart to where we are now… the two are tied to one another their hearts work as one and their souls are completely full of each other, and yeji:( I’ve always rooted for ynji those two were meant to be bffs. I cant help but feel like yn you truly made me love each character as if they were my friends i feel so betrayed from yuna but i miss her friendship but i also hate her, at least we got mafia woo💔 and hyunjin you can really feel him being his happiest when hes with yn shes all he needs 💔💔💔 ugh i cant speak or write or form coherent thoughts i just love this series its so special and dear to my heart i cant believe i survived till the end, i was going to say this is the fanfic version of the drama queen of tears but tbh nothing compares to carousel no drama no script no story no movie no art will ever amount to carousel, i wish i can read it again for the first time and re feel all the feelings you made me go through, either way ill still reread this for the rest of my life ill even read it to my kids and tell then this was Romeo and Juliet but the wayyyyyy better version like Shakespeare is sobbing in his coffin rn

OH.MY.GOD ive been rereading this for a while trying to find something to say back but i’m just speechless:(( im overwhelmed with joy i could cry you’re so unbelievably sweet and the fact you love carousel this much is so crazy🥺🥺 thank you so much for always being so kind and for sticking with me on this ride i truly appreciate you and every word you have said about carousel and every character 😿

i’m gonna need to reread this again im sorry i dont think theres a way for me to reply in a good enough way just know why im so so thankfuk :(🩷🩷