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lov3nerdstuff · 4 years ago

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Voluptas Noctis Aeternae {Part 7.9}

*Severus Snape x OC*

Summary: It is the year 1983 when the ordinary life of Robin Mitchell takes a drastic turn: she is accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the struggles of being a muggle-born in Slytherin, she soon discovers her passion for Potions, and even manages the impossible: gaining the favor of Severus Snape. Throughout the years, Robin finds that the not quite so ordinary Potions Professor goes from being a brooding stranger to being more than she had ever deemed possible. An ally, a mentor, a friend... and eventually, the person she loves the most. Through adventure, prophecies and the little struggles of daily life in a castle full of mysteries, Robin chooses a path for herself, an unlikely friendship blossoms into something more, and two people abandoned by the world can finally find a home.

General warnings: professor x student, blood, violence, trauma, neglectful families, bullying, cursing

Words: 1.5k

Read Part 1.1 here! All Parts can be found on the Masterlist!

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A glimpse into the eighth week of travels (or the third week of August):

"I told you this was a terrible idea!"

"No you didn't!"

"Well, I should have!" Snape hissed quietly and rolled his eyes, but the painfully loud roar coming from the creature that was currently creeping up on them made him drop the annoyed act in but a second.

While it had been rather easy for Robin and Snape to enter the huge system of caves and tunnels they found themselves stuck in now, and even easier to gather the crystals they had come to Sweden for in the first place, the gigantic bear-like thing standing in front of them obviously hadn't taken too kindly to them intruding in its home. Or perhaps it just hadn't found anyone stupid enough to wander into its trap quite so deeply in a while.

"We're still too far underneath the ground to apparate out, right?" Robin whispered in badly suppressed panic, not daring to take her eyes off the creature in front of them that was effectively blocking their only exit.

"Unfortunately…" Snape replied just as distractedly, while both he and Robin slowly backed up into the tunnel they had just come from. It only led them down further into the caves again, further away from the exit. Damnit, things had gone so well up to this point… They had just been on their way back outside when this enormous creature had appeared in front of them out of nowhere. Silent as night, fast as light.

It came approaching them just as slowly as they were backing up now, but the coiled muscles that were visible under the short fur told Robin that it wasn't long until it would pounce. And then there wouldn't be any time left to think of a spell that might have saved them.

If she had learned anything from her years of classes on magical creatures, it was to never just use a random defensive spell if one didn't know what kind of creature they were dealing with. At least not if there was any other choice. Since neither she nor Snape knew what the thing in front of them was though, they were left with the only other choice currently available to them: running. And they only had one way left to go.

"If we can get to the gap in the wall a good hundred feet down the tunnel, it won't be able to reach us anymore. The space is too narrow." Robin breathed in a tone as calm as she could manage with her heart racing like it did. "Then I can look up what it is and how we can get past it. I have a few books in my backpack we'll have to check."

"But we will literally be stuck between a rock and hard place then, in a space we might not get out of again! That really is a terrible idea."

"You have a better one?" She huffed, resisting the temptation to roll her eyes. No answer. "Thought so. Now, it would be faster than us at a distance like this… Can we distract it somehow?"

"You can distract anything if you know how to." He replied, but went straight on instead of making her guess like he usually enjoyed to do. "It lives here in darkness… A very bright light should irritate it for a moment."

"Are you guessing or do you know that for sure?"

"It is an educated guess."

"Great…" Robin took a deep breath, then released it again slowly to calm down her body enough to function. "Let's hope we're both right, then."

"What?"

"We run." She whispered while drawing her wand out of her sleeve. Then, fast as lightning itself, she sent the brightest possible light directly at the beast in front of them, a broken second before grabbing Snape by the arm and dashing off down the tunnel. Neither the beast's furious roar stopped them, nor the sound of thundering footsteps echoing through the space behind them with a shocking pace that came closer by the second. Stopping meant dying, and Robin had no intention to do either.

To their luck, the crack in the wall she had seen wasn't as far away as estimated, barely 80 feet from their original position, and it took them only a few painfully long seconds to reach. Robin didn't hesitate to squeeze herself through the narrow gap and pull Snape right with her, even if it meant they were both pressed against the opposing walls, and even more pressed against each other. Well, better embarrassed than dead. They managed to get a few feet away from the opening before the crack became too narrow, but going by the size of the animal that had arrived outside their awfully tight prison by now, they would need as much distance to it as they could get. Even if that left them pressed together chest to chest, with hardly enough space to breathe at the same time.

Safe from the immediate danger for now, Robin closed her eyes and let her lead drop back against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. It had been sheer dumb luck that the crack had been wide enough for them to fit in… but they had, so she wouldn't waste precious nerves on wondering what could've been otherwise. At least she'd had the brains to take off her backpack before squeezing in here, or it would now be stuck between her and the wall. Much like she was stuck between the wall and Snape. Honestly, this was a highly dangerous situation, could her pathetic touch starved body please not react to it like that?! Bloody hell, being human was stupid sometimes. She had an angry bear-like thing reaching for them with its gigantic claws a good few feet to her left… and all her brain could focus on was Snape. How oddly comforting and exciting at once it was to feel his chest heaving against hers. How neither of them knew where to put their hands without being an awkward mess. How close his face was above hers.

Good gods, Robin! Danger! Angry bear! That stupid little thing called brain; use it, idiot! She took another deep breath to calm herself down from either distraction, but it left her with too little air and too much of his scent. He smelled like rain and sunshine at the same time, coloured beautifully by a hint of timeless depth and delicacy. Oh bloody hell… who was choosing to torture her like that today? Changing strategies, she decided to breathe through her mouth instead, which at least solved one of her problems.

"So… that worked." She got out after a moment of finally being able to calm down indeed.

"Apparently."

"Is this the kind of thing you meant when you said I might run into trouble, at the beginning of the holidays?"

"Not precisely, but it makes for a better reason than the original one, so I might as well say yes."

Robin had to snort at the comment, and she couldn't believe how he managed to make her laugh even in a dire situation like this. He probably hadn't meant to, but it was quite the astonishing achievement nonetheless. One only he seemed to be capable of these days. At the very least, it helped calm her mind back down to a working pace now.

"I better get us out of here, huh? As much as I enjoy being stuck with you, it's getting a little hard to breathe." She said before she thought better of it, and then could only hope that he would put it off as humor in return. Either way, she went to pick up her backpack from the ground where she had dropped it, trying to somehow get a hold of it without being able to turn around or bow properly.

"Will you stop moving already?!" He grumbled after a few seconds of her struggling to reach down far enough and thereby pushing him into the wall even further, but Robin ignored him until she finally had a grip on the leather bag.

"Sorry, I didn't have a more spacious gap in the wall to offer." She rolled her eyes, then pressed her bag against her hip with one arm and reached over both their chests with the other to summon out her books. "Help me find that beast out there in the paperwork and next time I'll make sure to find us a space to get stuck in that's more to your taste."

"Don't be ridiculous, this one is perfectly fine." He objected in an instant, and Robin quirked an eyebrow at him with a humored smirk while he seemed to realize what he had said, and rolled his eyes in return. "Just find the creature in the bloody books, will you?"

"Give me some light and I will."

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luulapants · 5 years ago

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Hale Royal Family AU - Part 3

Based on @shey-elizabeth‘s post:

”Me reading the Prince Harry-Meghan Markel royal family drama:

Wait… I think I read this fic already. (Starts scrolling through my AO3 history)

#random #royalty au #someone write me a steter fic #reading the news before coffee”

Part 1

Part 2

May 2017

Trendy or In-Your-Face? 20 of Stiles’s Most Outrageous Looks

Peter snagged the tablet out of Stiles’s hand on his way to the kitchen, stopping just long enough to tap it on the top of Stiles’s head. “I thought you said you were going to stop reading this tabloid trash,” he tutted.

“Do you think my stompy boots are a cry for attention?” Stiles asked.

“No, but I think they imply a level of masculinity you have no intention of following through on.”

“That’s hurtful,” Stiles said.

“I also think they’re no one’s fucking business but yours,” Peter added for good measure. He stuck his head into the kitchen and called, “Mrs. Larson? I don’t mean to rush you, but is the tea about ready? I’d like to be out by nine thirty.”

When he turned around, he saw Stiles had stretched out long on the sofa, his feet and hands dangling over the ends on either side. “What’s the rush? We’re just hanging out with my dad.”

“We would be skinned alive if we arrived late to one of my family’s events. I think we should extend your father the same respect out of principle,” Peter lied smoothly. He walked over and bent down for a quick kiss.

“Mmm, I love you,” Stiles murmured.

“Even when I get on your nerves?” Peter asked. This had become a standard call-and-response of affection for the two of them.

“Especially when you get on my nerves,” Stiles answered.

As far as Stiles knew, this would be a quiet celebratory brunch, just the two of them and the sheriff. He had opted not to attend his university’s graduation ceremony, not wanting the press that would inevitably come with such a public spectacle. “There’s thousands of other kids graduating, too, and if I go, it’ll all be a bunch of cameras on me drawing the attention,” he had said with a roll of his eyes, and Peter hated that the vultures in the tabloids had already gotten under his skin so thoroughly.

“It’s your graduation. It’s a big deal, and you deserve to enjoy it as much as the rest of them,” Peter had argued.

But Stiles had just shrugged a lazy shoulder. “Knowing me, I’d wear my stupid square hat wrong or my gown would be too flashy.”

So, to make up for it, they were spending graduation day with the sheriff. Peter had expected the man to hate him, what with the age difference and the reporters harassing Noah for information about Stiles. At first, he may very well have hated Peter, but a few blowups between Peter and those same reporters had proved beyond any doubt that he was prepared to defend Stiles with utmost ferocity.

When Peter pulled him into his scheme for the day, Noah hadn’t even hesitated. He just clapped a hand on Peter’s shoulder and asked if he had the ring size worked out.

He’d taken the size while Stiles slept. A parade of elephants couldn’t wake Stiles before seven.

—-

“Did we really have to go somewhere that requires formal attire?” Stiles griped, fidgeting with his blazer. “For breakfast? I’m too scared to eat pancakes in this thing – I’ll get syrup on it.”

“You should try eating with your mouth closed,” Peter advised, and got an elbow to the ribs for his trouble.

The hostess that greeted them stumbled over her words in giddiness. “Oh, uh, your – your Highness, Mr. Stilinski. We’re so happy you chose to dine with us this morning.”

“I hear your terrace has one of the best views in town,” Peter replied smoothly. He had reserved the whole terrace for this morning.

It was beautiful, high up on a cliffside overlooking a comparatively quiet, scenic area of Richardson Bay. He couldn’t have asked for better weather, the fog having cleared already, leaving nothing but cloud-dappled sunshine and a sweetly cooling breeze off the water.

Noah was already waiting for them, leaning against the railing and looking out over the bay with a broad smile on his face that Peter didn’t often see so unguarded. He hadn’t expected to feel so jittery over the idea that Noah was actively happy about this.

Stiles got the pancakes after all, but insisted on taking the blazer off while he ate. They mostly talked about Stiles’s plans now that he was finished with school. Laura had already assured him a seat in the royal family PR department, though Stiles wasn’t sure if he wanted to do that full time.

“It just sort of feels like… like it’s getting handed to me? It’s not supposed to be that easy, you know?”

Peter clicked his tongue and leaned over to kiss some syrup off the corner of Stiles’s mouth. “It’s about time our penchant for nepotism went to a deserving candidate,” he argued. He pulled back, licking the sticky flavor off his lips. The spot was still there. He dipped the corner of his napkin in his water, then reached over to scrub it off. Stiles would be furious if he had syrup on his face for the proposal.

Noah watched his fussing with a nostalgic sort of expression, and Peter couldn’t help but think that he was remembering Stiles’s mother. It made him flush a little, not expecting the kick of emotion that came with the thought.

“He’s right, you know,” Noah said. “Most successful people had someone give them a hand up at some point. There’s no shame in it. You said yourself Laura is interested in the research you were working on – that’s on your merit.”

“And you did promise you would keep working on the promos for the vineyard,” Peter added. “So it’s not like it would be your sole vocation.”

“Oh, because working for your vineyard totally helps with the nepotism issues,” Stiles joked.

“I didn’t say that. I said you promised,” Peter shot back with a grin.

As they were finishing up their food, Stiles’s dad received a call, right on time. “Work,” he said, “I’m gonna go take this.” Then he disappeared inside, leaving Stiles and Peter alone on the terrace.

Peter nudged Stiles and stood. “Come on, let’s enjoy the view.” He walked over to the railing, his heart thudding in his chest as he placed a hand briefly over the lump in his jacket pocket.

Stiles came up next to him, hands gripping wide on the railing as he leaned forward. “God, this place is really, really beautiful,” he sighed. He looked over at Peter. “Thank you. This is, like, a thousand times better than getting mobbed by reporters today.”

Stepping in close, Peter wrapped a hand around the back of Stiles’s neck and leaned in for a kiss. “I can think of something that would make this day even better,” he purred.

A mischievous grin spread across Stiles’s lips, clearly buying the misdirection as he turned toward Peter. “Oh yeah? You’ll have to tell me all about it.” He kissed at Peter’s jaw.

“Well, to start…” Peter murmured, then took a half step back and dropped to a knee. He saw the teasing turn to confusion turn to shock and realization all in the matter of a second as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the little ring box. “You know I love you, Stiles. I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and I love you more every day.”

“Even when I get on your nerves?” Stiles blurted.

Peter grinned. “Especially when you get on my nerves.”

They had talked about it, of course. Peter would never make this sort of decision for the two of them without Stiles’s input. They had talked in vague terms, though: What would they do when it happened? Should it be public or private? How long should they wait? How would they handle the press?

He opened the box. Inside sat two slim cobalt rings, simple but elegant with a subtle, weaving design. “Will you marry me?”

Stiles sucked in a shaky breath, blinking quickly to chase off the waterworks Peter knew were threatening to overtake him. He covered his face with his hands, then slipped them down so they covered just his mouth and nose, peeking over them at Peter, at the rings. He said nothing, just made noisy near-hyperventilating sounds.

Finally, Peter said, “You know, traditionally, an answer is expected in this situation. Some of us are getting on in our years and have knee pain.”

“Shut up, you don’t have knee pain,” Stiles laughed. “Let me feel my fucking feelings for a second.” He wiped at the inside corners of his eyes and nodded quickly. “Yeah. Yes. Obviously. Get up.”

Peter started to get up, but Stiles was already grabbing him by his arm, pulling him up the rest of the way. He crowded in for a hug first, burying his face in Peter’s neck and scenting him. He didn’t have werewolf senses, but he knew that Peter liked the feeling of scenting and being scented. Stiles pulled back just far enough to kiss Peter, slow and sweet.

Off on the other side of the balcony, Noah was snapping pictures on his cell phone. Inside the restaurant, he had no doubt others were as well. They would make an official announcement this week, but the rumors would leak well ahead of then.

Bringing the ring box between them, Peter looked down at it. “Should we put these on now or wait until the wedding?” he asked.

“Oh my god the wedding,” Stiles said. “There’s going to be a wedding. I’m going to marry you.” He was grinning like an idiot at Peter, then looked over to where his dad stood, trying to pretend that he wasn’t crying. “Dad, I’m gonna marry this guy!” he called.

Noah laughed and waved a hand.

“Oh my god, he knew!” Stiles realized, gaping. He shoved at Peter’s shoulder. “Did you ask his permission for my hand in marriage?” he demanded.

Peter lifted his chin. “That’s a trick question, and I won’t respond to it.”

Stiles laughed, then looked down at the rings. “I want to put it on now,” he decided. “I think I’m gonna go crazy waiting to be married to you.”

The words hit Peter square in the chest. For a second, he could hardly breathe. He kissed Stiles again, nuzzling his cheek as they parted. “Come on,” he said, reaching down to separate the rings in the box. One was just slightly smaller than the other, for a slenderer finger. He picked it up and held it out for Stiles’s finger. It fit perfectly.

Stiles picked up the other and slid it on Peter’s finger, leaning up to kiss his cheek as he did. “I’m gonna marry you…” he murmured, a bit manically against his skin.

Finally, Stiles crossed the terrace to tackle his father in one of those all-out Stilinski-style hugs. Peter could hear the sheriff murmuring, “Congratulations, son. He’s a good one.” Then Noah was releasing Stiles and turning to him, holding his arms out. “Come on, then. You may a Hale, but you’re going to be a Stilinski, too. Stilinskis are huggers.”

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They drove back to the house with Stiles’s dad, though Peter’s personal driver and a bodyguard stuck close to their back bumper. Stiles sat up front with his dad and spent the whole drive gleefully grilling the both of them on how long they had been planning this behind his back.

Nothing looked amiss as they turned down their street, but the moment the front gate opened to let them in, Stiles whipped around in his seat with an accusing expression. Their driveway was lined with cars, many of which Stiles would recognize on sight.

“How many people did you tell about proposing!” he demanded.

Peter laughed and leaned forward to push on the side of Stiles’s head playfully. “I told them it was a graduation party, you idiot.”

“Oh. Right.” He looked back around at the cars, probably cataloging who he could expect to be here. “We get to tell them, though, right?”

“That’s the idea.”

The royal presence was relatively modest to start with – at least, as modest as it could get with two princesses and three princes in attendance. In any case, Peter hadn’t branched out into his extended family, except for a couple of cousins who lived locally and who he got on with well. His nieces and nephew had come, Laura hugely pregnant and Marco glued to her side, his protective instincts in overdrive. Peter had invited some business friends he’d met through the winery as well.

The rest were Stiles’s people. They were mostly around his age, high school friends and a few from college. Scott ran over to tackle Stiles in a hug the moment they stepped onto the terrace. The staff had done a spectacular job setting everything up in the short time they had been out. Lydia approached at a more sedate pace, strolling up with a plate of hors d’oeuvres balanced in a neatly manicured hand. Peter liked Lydia the best out of Stiles’s friends, though they had only met when she was back from MIT on vacation.

She waited for Scott to stop trying to squeeze the life out of Stiles before leaning in and pecking him on the cheek. “Happy graduation,” she praised. Lydia had graduated a year earlier and was now working on a graduate degree of startling complexity. Turning to Peter, she said, “And thank you again for the plane ticket – it was very sweet.”

“Of course,” Peter agreed.

“You bought her a plane ticket?” Stiles demanded, then spun back to Lydia, gesturing wildly. “You let him buy you a plane ticket?”

Lydia shrugged and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “He insisted.” Then, changing the subject, she reached out and snatched Stiles’s flailing left hand from the air. “Now why don’t you tell me what the hell that is.”

It figured she would be the first to notice the rings.

“Wait, woah, what?” Scott demanded, face splitting in a grin. “Dude!” He turned and called over his shoulder, “Hey, Allison!” waving her over.

Stiles groaned. “Oh my God, would you two shut up? We’re supposed to make an announcement. I don’t even have a drink yet.”

As if on cue, a waiter appeared at their sides with a tray of drinks, and Stiles snatched a pink-tinted glass of champagne from it. “That one’s the wolfsbane,” the waiter corrected gently. Stiles passed it to Peter, then reached for a glass of the yellowish bubbly.

“You thought I would serve sparkling rosé?” Peter asked, wrinkling his nose.

Stiles rolled his eyes, leaning against Peter’s shoulder, turning to Lydia and Scott as Allison came over. “He thinks rosé is a tacky bandwagon trend,” he explained.

“It’s only popular because Instagram models think it looks pretty,” Peter huffed.

“Oh my god, did you get engaged?” Allison blurted, a touch too loud, and every wolf in attendance wheeled around to look at them. A moment too late, she slapped a hand over her own mouth, mortified as she realized that she had blown the surprise.

Peter waved a hand at her. “That’s on us, I let him distract me,” he assured her. Next to him, Stiles was cracking up, face pressed against Peter’s shoulder. Peter sighed, wrapping an arm around Stiles’s middle. He raised his voice. “For those of you who didn’t hear, Stiles and I have an announcement to make,” he called out.

Stiles quelled his laughter, lifting his head and then snatching Peter’s left hand with his own. He raised them into the air. “We’re getting married!”

The next two hours of the party, Peter lost track of how many people they had talked to. There weren’t even that many people at the party, he didn’t think. By the time one person had finished congratulating them, another pair of lips were against his cheek or an arm around his shoulders.

“It’s a good thing we ate before we got here,” Stiles murmured against his ear. “I haven’t even gotten near the food.”

Peter kissed his temple and grabbed his hand, dragging Stiles toward one of the food tables. “Sorry, her future highness demands sustenance,” he joked to Marie, his Winemaking Director.

“I wasn’t demanding anything,” Stiles insisted with a laugh.

“You were about to,” Peter replied. He knew the progression of Stiles’s appetites. If he so much as mentioned food, it meant he was no more than ten minutes from devolving into a whiny, hangry mess. “Come on, what do you want? They made all your favorites.”

“Taquitos?” Stiles teased.

“All of your favorites that are fit to serve to guests,” Peter amended.

By the time he had a seventh bacon-wrapped water chestnut stuffed in his cheek, Stiles had fallen deep in conversation with Marco about his and Laura’s royal wedding experience. Peter hadn’t wandered far from Stiles, caught up in conversation with Lydia and Kira but keeping track of his fiance’s movements in the back of his mind. He didn’t notice Talia’s arrival so much as he noticed the sound of Stiles choking on his food.

He coughed and scrambled over to Peter’s side, hissing, “You didn’t warn me she was coming!”

Talia heard – of course she heard – and looked over at them with a smile. Peter lifted his hand in a wave, smiling sweetly, though he felt as thrown as Stiles looked. “I invited her,” he murmured through his teeth, “but since it was just a graduation party, I figured she wouldn’t make it. One of her brood must have texted her.”

The crowd parted for her like opposing magnets, repelled by her admittedly intimidating presence. Her Majesty wore a bold red business dress, a little out of place at a garden party, but he figured she hadn’t had enough notice to change. Lydia and Kira, even Marco, cleared out to give her unfettered access to the guests of honor.

“I hear congratulations are in order,” she said, stopping a respectable distance away. If they had done this in private, she would have hugged them both, been exuberant and happy for them. In front of this many unknown people, she had to maintain her stoic alpha veneer.

“You heard right,” Stiles answered, holding his hand out to show the ring.

Talia took his hand, using it to pull him in close enough to press her cheek to his, a more affectionate greeting than she had given him in public ever before. Stiles looked elated when she pulled away to give Peter the same greeting. “Congratulations to you both. Stiles, we’re very excited to have you in the family,” she assured him, and the tone was genuine, though Peter could hear the underlying anxiety. No doubt her political wheels were already churning with the potential fallout.

They made polite small-talk for a while. Peter hated talking to his sister in public like this, when she knew others could be listening in. Everything stayed surface-level, unemotional, stiff. It made him feel, sometimes, like she didn’t care about him at all, even if his logical brain knew better. She asked about the proposal. She asked if they had thought about timing yet, which they hadn’t. She offered the use of the royal events planner, which Peter had already assumed was a given.

Then, as if it were just another innocuous question, she smiled at Stiles and said, “And do you think you’ll want the bite after the wedding?”

Stiles froze, and Peter could hear his heart hammering, the sour scent of anxiety spiking.

Peter placed a hand on Stiles’s lower back, trying to steady him. He wanted to snap at Talia, scold her for asking that sort of question in this setting, on this day, for asking at all. He wanted to call it out as a rude fucking question, but he had no idea if it was. There really wasn’t a prescribed etiquette for a royal marrying a human. They just weren’t supposed to in the first place.

After what felt like an eternity, Stiles found his voice. It came out quiet, though, a little shaky. “Um, no. I… thank you, but I don’t want that.”

Talia’s expression moved in ways so minute that nobody but immediate family could have picked up on it. She recognized, Peter knew, that she had upset Stiles.

Peter gave her a coldly polite smile. “We are very glad you could make it,” he said. “I know it wasn’t on your agenda for the day. I hope you didn’t have to detour too far.”

She took the out, turning fully to Peter. “Oh, not at all. I was just on my way to a meeting in the city here. I should probably be heading that way, though. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay longer.” If anyone noticed the awkwardness of her exit, they didn’t say anything.

Once she was gone, Peter turned and took both of Stiles’s hands in his own. “I love you,” he breathed, voice soft and just for Stiles. “I love you exactly as you are.”

Stiles let out an unsteady breath and nodded. He pressed their foreheads together and closed his eyes.

—-

Peter swore, checking his coat pockets, then his laptop bag, then the dining room table, for the third time. Finally, he headed upstairs to the bedroom. “Stiles? Could you call my -”

He stopped in the doorway at the sight that greeted him. Stretched out face-down on the bed, still in his pajamas, Stiles lie with a pillow hugged under his chest, face pressed into the sheets. It was a Stiles position of deep distress, one of the most distressed of his library of absurd positions.

“Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” he asked, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed. He nearly sat on Stiles’s tablet, then picked it up and turned the screen on.

Gold Digger Stiles Strikes It Rich

Peter’s hand tightened on the edge of the tablet, but he quelled the surge of rage before he could snap the stupid thing in half. He closed out the window, then set the tablet aside. “You know nobody that matters thinks that, right?” he asked softly, rubbing a hand over Stiles’s back.

Stiles’s shoulders lifted in a shrug.

“Stiles,” Peter admonished. “Do I think that? Does my family think that? My family adores you.”

“Talia thought I wanted the bite,” Stiles said into the mattress.

Peter sighed. “She shouldn’t have made the offer when she did,” he said firmly, “and I can assure you she didn’t offer because she thought you were only with me to get it. If anything, that was her own selfish hope of avoiding the mixed marriage.”

Stiles rolled onto his side to face Peter, still hugging his pillow. “I hate that I care about that shit. I told myself I wasn’t going to care about it, I told myself I didn’t give a shit what the vultures said, but.. but, fuck, why don’t they like me?”

“Like has nothing to do with it, Stiles,” he said softly, scooting closer so he could pet Stiles’s hair. “They’re just out to get attention and sell subscriptions.”

“They didn’t do this to Marco,” Stiles argued. “Marco wears a flashy pocket square and, oh, hey, everyone, pocket squares are in this season! Everyone go get yourself a new pocket square!” He waved his hands in front of the pillow theatrically. “I wear a tie that doesn’t match Talia’s hat and I’m trying to tear apart royal society with my bare hands.”

Peter moved up to the head of the bed, tugging Stiles up to sit curled against his chest. “It’s homophobia,” he said, not about to beat around the bush on the matter. “It’s specism.”

“It’s bullshit,” Stiles muttered, nuzzling into Peter’s chest. He’d worn a silk shirt for an early meeting with a wine exporter. Stiles held out his left hand, staring down at the ring on his finger. “I’m supposed to be happy right now. I’m supposed to be fucking, like, floating on the air, happy about getting engaged and getting married and instead I see one stupid article like that, and I just…”

Wrapping his arms around Stiles tightly, Peter said, “I know.” He kissed the top of his head. “You think I don’t know? There can be a hundred positive articles, and the one that sticks in your head is the nasty one. I went through this when I came out – you know I did. I don’t read the papers anymore, and do you know why?”

Huffing, because Peter had already told him a hundred times not to read the tabloids, Stiles looked up at him. “Because you’ll just drive yourself crazy?”

Peter kissed his forehead. “No. Because you told me not to.”

A little furrow appeared between Stiles’s brows. “When?”

“The night we met.” Peter rubbed his thumb over the furrow. “You made me promise that when I came out, I would kick anyone to the curb that wasn’t a delight about it. And, you know, the press was not a delight about it.”

Stiles stared up at him, a smile slowly fighting its way through the pout on his face. He groaned. “God, stop throwing my own good advice back at me. It’s annoying.” He sat up a little and nuzzled into Peter’s neck. He nipped at the skin there, just a tease. “I love you,” he muttered, as if thoroughly inconvenienced by the fact.

“Even when I get on your nerves?” Peter prompted.

Twisting in his arms, Stiles straddled him and kissed his lips. “Especially then.”

They made out for a long while, lazily shedding their clothes until Stiles sat bare in his lap, a hand wrapped loosely around both of their cocks while Peter pumped two fingers into his ass. Stiles pulled away with a shuddering breath that usually meant he was too distracted to focus on kissing anymore. Peter wrapped his free hand around the back of Stiles’s neck, keeping him close so their noses pressed together.

“How do you want to come?” Peter asked, voice low. He curled his fingers, and Stiles arched his back with a whine.

“Like this,” Stiles decided, rocking back against his hand and stroking them a little faster. “I wanna come like this, then I want you to come on my face.”

Peter ducked to press kisses along Stiles’s throat, working down to scrape teeth along his collarbone, then finally bit at one of his nipples. Stiles leaned back, his free hand braced on the bed between Peter’s legs as he rode his fingers.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, Peter. Fuck, m’gonna -” His voice broke off as he came with a shiver, hand still stroking the both of them, using his come as lube now.

Once he had come down, Peter nudged him onto his back and crawled over him, straddling his chest. “You made a mess of me, darling,” he purred. “Are you going to clean it up?”

Stiles stretched his arms over his head. “I’m royalty now, I don’t have to clean.”

Peter gave him an exasperated look. “You know, for a future trophy husband, your bedroom talk could use some work,” he teased.

“Fuck my face?” Stiles offered, batting his lashes.

“Better,” Peter conceded. He dragged the head of his cock over Stiles’s lower lip. “Lazy, but better.”

“Lazy!” Stiles huffed. “Excuse you, I am catering to your alpha male instincts. I am alluringly vulnerable. I have -”

“Stiles?”

“Yes?”

“Arguing is for foreplay, and I can’t fuck your mouth while you’re talking.”

Stiles scowled at him, but he opened his mouth wide and dragged his tongue along the underside of Peter’s cockhead. With a grin, Peter leaned forward onto his hands and knees and slipped into the soft heat of Stiles’s mouth. He rocked his hips down in slow, uneven thrusts so Stiles could never be quite sure how much he was going to get. Finally, Stiles tightened his lips around him, moaned, and sucked. Peter’s knees nearly gave out, which would probably have resulted in a very difficult to explain injury for Stiles.

Peter continued thrusting shallowly, groaning and dropping down onto an elbow. With one hand freed up, he stroked Stiles’s hair, tugging lightly and winning an answering moan. “God, you feel incredible,” he murmured. He could feel his body tightening, nearly at the edge. When he couldn’t hold off any longer, Peter sat up again. He slipped out of Stiles’s mouth and started jerking himself over his face with short, quick strokes.

“Fuck yeah, please. Mark me up. Make me smell like you,” Stiles encouraged, stroking Peter’s thighs with both hands. Peter came with a low moan, watching as he streaked Stiles’s face with white.

Before his legs could really give out, Peter shifted and dropped onto his back on the bed, the opposite direction of Stiles, so his head was next to Stiles’s hip.

After a moment, Stiles swatted at his abdomen. “Peter, it’s in my eyelashes. Get a washcloth.”

Peter looked down and saw that, yes, Stiles had come in his eyelashes. “I don’t know,” he mused. “That look is really catering to my alpha male instincts.”

“Oh my god, I hate you.”

“It’s alluringly vulnerable,” he continued.

“You’re literally the worst. I’ll wipe my face on the bedspread. Mrs. Larson will poison us both.”

Peter laughed and sat up, leaning over to kiss Stiles’s lips. “Alright, alright.”

“Lazy,” Stiles huffed as Peter ventured into the en suite bathroom for a washcloth. “Is that any way to speak to your betrothed?”

“I call it like I see it,” Peter called back over the sound of the water as he wet the cloth. He walked back in and found Stiles hadn’t moved at all. He knelt on the bed and carefully dabbed at Stiles’s eyes, then wiped the rest of his face with the same soft touch.

Stiles blinked his eyes open and stared up at Peter, expression a little dreamy. He got that way sometimes, in between the joking and bickering. He looked at Peter like he never wanted to look at anything else.

“You know, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” Peter murmured.

“I know,” he agreed. Stiles caught him by the wrist, pulling the cloth from his hand before lifting Peter’s hand to his mouth. He kissed each knuckle, then rubbed his face against them. “I’ve been thinking about colors,” he said, “for the wedding.”

Peter settled next to him on the bed. “Tell me.”

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fortheheavenssake · 5 years ago

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💙Humble Attempt Anon💙

*** All submitted by @anon-annoyed on @skippyv20

May 20

For fun and entertainment - gave the riddle a try

MM ANON ………

5 years old ‘ COVID security ………

There is video of Fauci stating a pandemic was coming I think it is 5 years old

transmission admission??………

Will China admit it knew more then started earlier? WHO?

1st. June. ……………

HMTQ People cover comes out

A pollution solution …………

Covid 19 has taught lessons in solving pollution problems

free at last………

PH? Free finally? Annulment?

kiss 💋 me 😱😱😱…………

HMTQ can get kisses from her 3 Cambridge grandchildren?

another Father???……………

Artificial’s real dna Father is announced?

Spanish,French and judo 😂😂😂……………

MM riduciliousness

lies,damm lies, and MM………

Damm. (archaic and original) a small, essentially worthless coin from India So

Money flaunting PR homes are lies

an expensive squat…………

The cost of pr using TP’s house is going to be an expensive bill to pay In terms of owed favor?

A Greece-y gamble. …………

A double word play on greasy person from Greece that MM took a chance on and will be burned by it?

“ is one sitting comfortably’ good, Once apon a time “

Apon is front eh Middle Ages meaning same as upon. Are we about to see a Middle Ages divorce reminder in this fairy tale of dread?

Great job! Love it! Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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May 29

2nd attempt at a MM ANON riddle

First want to say my thoughts and prayers are with you dearest Skippy. May your family be surrounded by Light!!

MM ANON ………

looting/ shooting …………

DT;s statement

“ tic-toc Nanny”…………

Nanny doing the dance

“ ok! Charlotte, get Louis too” ………

Including Louis on the tic toc

“ George,do it properly “………

Charlotte bossing George around

W&K , It’s a challenging schedule ma’am” …………

Laughing at the Tatler article with HMTQ

” there having a bike day at Brands Hatch with Ducati “ ………

The whole Cambridge family went to track and rode bikes while PW rode Ducati

“ Nottingham cottage ma’am”…………

Prince Harry finally able to say he is there

“like old times ma’ am”……………

Prince Harry able to be honest about being at NC like old times with a pause of relief

” I’ll have a quiet word with Donald “…………

HMTQ having to give DT the details of the soon Anulment anouncments

“ not Philip, his diplomacy is wanting”…………

PP not handling the details since he is not delicate

“exiting times ma’am”………

Exiting the drama, announcing the A Nul ment and finally being free !!

“ one shall insist on compliance Christopher “

Insisting on being compliant with all the agreements for A Nul ment (hope so)

Wonderful! Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 8

Another humble attempt at the MM riddle

MM ANON ……

D.O.J.………

DOJ requesting PA to appear in JE court

A Stern retort. …………

Hmmmmmmmmmmm can figure anything for this one.

the sept. Soothsayer ………

Fortune teller - when Kate is due with 4th baby

A 14 day suicide for the trade…………

Tatler magazine has created a suicide for themselves with the Kate article

in court today ………

Is this regarding MM or PA? The demand for PA to be in court or that MM is in court …hmmmm

Beatrice tooo tu!! ……………

Beatrice looks to become a senior royal as she is showing great charm and ability

wonderful Wessex………

Sophia being praised for her awesomeness

more photos from Kate??? ………

All 3 kids will have a new picture released soon thus 3 question marks?

no fuss birthday …………

PP wants no fuss for his birthday on the 10th

“ shall one suggest a gathering of 8 .” ………

Cambridges are 5, HMTQ and PP make 7 and Harry makes 8??

” no, silly’ Balmoral?? ………

headed to Balmoral for the meet up of 8

MM desperatum iri videbatur……

MM desperate situation hmmmm hers or the BRFs?

Great! Thank you….I think MM is the desperate one….😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 9

Riddle humble answer another attempt

MM ANON ………

everyone and their brother,brother ………

Trooping the Colors…PH will be there this Saturday?

wow!! What a photo Kate!!……………

A second photo coming like the umbrella one ?

little Louis gets a surprise ……………

Agree with PG that this is them telling him a baby is coming

a well rounded future of three( four) ………

Well rounded meaning the 4th will be a girl?

A birthday tic-toc dance…………

PP gets a tic toc dance for this birthday on the 10th

“ do Catherine , come and bring the children “…………

DoC bringing the children for Trooping the Colors mini even

“maybe a change of routine “…………

Trooping the colour change of routine will be at 2:00 AM - 5:00 AM Saturday, June 13

“ Both of you are an example hope”………

Sophie and Catherine are shining examples of hop for the monarchy

“ yes George,I’ll see if we can get to a match”

George is missing sports and hoping to see a match

Thank you…looks great!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 10

super humble attempt at the riddle (love these riddles so much )

MM ANON …

Gone……………

Covid 19 gone from New Zealand with a capital G

everything is now B&W……………

The protests and movements are making everything B&W

“ but’ tomorrow is another day”…………

Gone with the Wind famous line - echos of Carrying On

“ but old thing, I look like bloody Bela Lugosi” …………

PP complaining about something he was asked to wear

“ shutup Philip”………

Telling him to just get o with it

“ just Take the bloody picture “.………

PP famous quip at the photographer most likely said again

”they’ve hardly ever been on a train William “…………

Taking the train to Balmoral

“ yes , they’d be very excited 😜 “ …………

How excited the kids will be to ride the train

🎼we’re all going to the zoo tomorrow 🎼……………

Hmmmm can’t crack this one (PG’s the smart song one!! So grateful)

she lies for exposure………

MM;s never ending lies for keeping in the press

yachting’ secret exposure !! ……………

Ohhhh a yachting owned secret coming - a picture thus exposure

this time it’s explosive!! …………

It will be a big explosive exposure this time

“ great scoop Beth.”

Hmmmm can’t crack this one

Wonderful! Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 14

Humble Riddle Attempt…THANK YOU MM ANON!!!!!!!!!

MM ANON ……

Adeleville……… Adele’s connection to Grenfell memorial and IT connecting to her….does Adele use Sunshine Sacks? hmmmm

Westfield?? ………… https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westfield_Group the malls in LA The Grove are owned by this group https://caruso.com/ and I remember seeing the CEO in a pr fluff of IT

Charlottes delivery …………… Maybe referring to Baby 4 coming same as Charlottes. But not possessive plural hmmm

🎼grab the cash with both hands🎼………… Pink Floyds “Money” Dark Side of the Moon 1973…hmmm

another scam charity …………… BLM has been showed to be directly connected to Dems …scam?

she’s a race… ist …………IT is a race onto her self for sure and clearly is a ist..and JM is now going to turn

she publishes the book ………………… Will JM publish a book now? With all the skeletons?

we will destroy her, we have the tapes…… JM saying she has the tapes and will leak them?

“ no more Mrs, nice ma’am!! “ …………IT no longer Mrs???? TOOO exciting to think about….

“ ones gloves are orf Christopher ………… Hmmm https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/orf/ of disease of sheep to human. Could the sheep following IT finally be seeing the disease she is? And LG is able to move forward with final finals?

“ it was a very good year,old thing “……..PP telling HMTQ it has been a great year (period)

This is great! Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 16

humble riddle notes - PG & LK THANK YOU I learn so much and am so grateful

MM ANON ………

Shetland lift-off……… https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-scotland-north-east-orkney-shetland-53049513

LIZA with a ‘ don’t know em…LM;s public facebook post that she has never met them

” it’s shopping Jim, but not as we show it……… PG & LK have linked to Star Trek, I have never watched that show so completely miss the reference and am so grateful to them for their interpretations. Interesting that it is half a quote. Does this have to do with MM mirror site? Maybe LK was right and the Jim reference is supposed to lead us to a person within the firm? Maybe Prince Edward’s youngest son?

“ matter of fact it’s all dark” .. everything to do with IT..dark and ugly …LK’s interpretation was enlightening and taught so much. Wanted to add that June 21st is also Father’s day in the United States.

first jet easy …………Jet return to Scotland so easy to get to Balmoral

Brexit,old white guys drinking a lot. …………LK & PG interrupted this I am lost

a moment of reckoning ……… According to the Cambridge dictionary “a time when the effect of a past mistake is experienced or when a crime is punished”

a virtual Wimbledon?? …………plans to show highlights from past games

Catherine to the rescue …… baby 4 to lift the spirits of all or maybe she will narrate/ host the virtual Wimbledon event? Or BOTH?

“ Ahhh , a relaxing night old thing “ …“Sydney’s provided a new box set” ……“Boardwalk Empire” ………“ bit violent old thing” ………“ Epic Philip!!”…… “ones usual Sydney “…“great!! No bloody tic toc. PG’s excitement was so fun to read and lifting THANK YOU for that PG, MM Anon and LK for these riddles and interpretations.

This is great! Thank you!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 16

riddle attempt humbly (Love how I learn through these, I now search the news for clues0 THANK YOU MM Anon!!!!!!!!

MM Anon

“she Ascot nothing on me” ………… IT only went to Ascot once and it was when Doc did not attend https://www.express.co.uk/news/royal/1296617/meghan-markle-news-kate-middleton-royal-ascot-megxit-royal-family-latest-spt

para-thanks William ……… PW visiting the paramedics to thank them first outing https://people.com/royals/prince-william-steps-out-for-first-official-public-duty-to-thank-first-responders-during-covid-19/

PC , LOST weight??…………That PC lost “dead weight’ of IT with 2 question marks meaning Artificial and IT…hope so!!!!

Oxford,Oxford ……… Protests https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8428313/Black-Lives-Matter-protesters-march-Oxford-ahead-meeting-Cecil-Rhodes-statues-future.html

STIR-oid ………news that steroids help with sick Covid patients? https://www.cnn.com/2020/06/16/health/dexamethasone-covid-drug-recovery-trial-bn/index.html “Stirring an old remedy” “Finding value in an old medicine”

U-Turndinner…https://london.eater.com/2020/6/16/21292624/marcus-rashford-free-school-meals-coronavirus

falling tragedy …………UK headed to recession a tragedy from falling to the Covid 19 https://www.newstatesman.com/politics/uk/2020/06/how-uk-has-been-left-worst-all-worlds-over-covid-19 and/or the tragedy of IT is falling into place to a end!!! A NUL ment (hopefully)

the Paris peasants are revolting ……… ……… There are 2 spaces for answers to this one so thinking there must be 2 meanings : 1) the anniversary of Richard II’s chat with the Revolting Peasants at Mile End (1381), and of Owen Glendower’s declaration that he was allying himself with the French against Henry IV, in 1404. Perfidious Welshman. No wonder there are a couple of border towns on the English side where it’s still legal to kill a Welshman as long as you do it with a bow and arrow and at certain times of the day or week. And today https://www.aa.com.tr/en/europe/france-medical-workers-protest-unrest-and-fires-ensue/1879407 So happening on this day in past and present

“ we can still dress-up cabbage 🥬 “ …“Anne, my yellow ensemble”…“Sydney ‘ a photo”…“that’s a keeper, old thing” …“ here we go , tic-toc, the three of them”… “O, and Catherine!!” … “ ehhhh, And William “ … “ make it a double Sydney “… “ how entertaining Philip “ PP telling HMTQ they can still dress up for Ascot/his bday and she wears the yellow dress and PP thinks it is a good shot and then he sees all 3 Cambs o tic toc and Catherine and then William join in as well so he tells Sydney to double the drink and HMTQ is very happily entertained by it all.

You are doing a great job! Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 18

another humble attempt…..LOVE LOVE the riddles!!!!!

MM ANON ………

“NEVER………… No chance of IT returning to BRF

“ ………” mon dieu” …… “ “ My God (in french) President telling PC he can’t believe IT is still around and feels sorry for the BRF

🎼some sunny day 🎼……… Well Meet Again (Alternate) Vera Lynn a remembrance of her as she passed away

“ good to meet again Mr President “………HMTQ speaking with French President

air corridor ………Britons could yet take foreign holidays this summer as ministers draw up a list of countries who could be exempt from tough quarantine laws, Matt hancock confirmed today.

“ to be honest,he was an obnoxious old bastard” ……… Maybe Lord Hague being described ? https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-politics-53061432

world beating cherry …trace testing hoping to be the cherry on top of COvid19 getting in control …https://www.independent.co.uk/voices/letters/boris-johnson-foreign-aid-dfid-coronavirus-test-trace-a9572941.html

non app- licable …… What does not applicable mean in court? “Not Applicable” or “N/A” is often seen on forms or in tables or for questions. It’s the answer you would give if a question did not apply to you. For example, if there were a question “What is your date of marriage?”, but you have never been married, you could answer “N/A”, because the question does not apply to you.

“ Bolt-hole. ………… Another markled celeb https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-8435543/David-Victoria-Beckham-LOSE-planning-row-neighbours-31-5m-London-mansion.html

self interest

………https://www.heraldscotland.com/opinion/18525189.letters-triumph-naked-self-interest/ Something to do with Scotland’s feeling toward the UK serving their self interest

BOE- more money!! ……………https://www.wsj.com/articles/central-banks-pump-more-cash-into-economy-to-fight-recession-11592482055 Bank of England printing more money as many countries are.

pepper sprayed……… hmmm lots of stories of pepper spray by police hurting protestors was IT in the ned just a pepper spray on the BRF….annoying and painful but forgotten and healed up in a little bit of time….hmmmm

“ O Philip, it’s the last one “……… “Always Downton Abbey old thing”

HMTQ being bummed Boardwalk is doe and PP saying can always watch DA…..does this maybe mean that the gangster back room drama of IT is over and that they can go back to just living the DA life again…….We can HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wonderful! Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 20

another humble attempt at MM Anon riddle - LOVE YOUR RIDDLES

MM ANON

Hello!! ………… Welcome back to the family being together - a BIG HELLO!!

“ It’s a rally Jim , ……… “Mad Money” host Jim Cramer broke down what drove Tuesday’s market rally.

viva espana ………… People were singing this in SF along protests

🎼drink, drink, drink,🎼…………… “Drinking Song” or “Drink, Drink, Drink” is an exuberant song composed by Sigmund Romberg with lyrics by Dorothy Donnelly. It is the most popular piece in the 1924 operetta, The Student Prince.[1] It was a success for tenor Mario Lanza, who performed it in the 1954 movie, though the part was played on screen by another actor, due to a contract dispute.[2]

black wall……… History of Black Wall being destroyed 99 years ago and Trump trying to bring bring attention there by holding rally there

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2020/jun/19/tulsa-1921-massacre-trump-violence-legacy

https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2020-06-20/on-black-wall-street-hope-and-fear-as-trump-comes-to-tulsa

MM , another agenda!! ………… IT’s new agenda of BLM the never ending circling door of IT’s missions and agendas

bollotics …… this meaning fits all this for nothing to resolve it BLM feels like bollotics

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bollotics

Bollotics The art of defining why something can’t be done without any real reason - is a urban word for Red Tape, when everyone knows it is total bollotics that is preventing things from progressing and yet nobody can resolve it.Often found in the work place e.g. when a department refuses to allow a change because there isn’t a process for it, that is Bollotics, just do it and shut the **** up.by MowgliCub October 10, 2013

“ Kate and William,the children are with nanny “ ………… “ Dover Sole and lemon parfait old thing “………… cream caramel,and Irish coffee Sydney!! ………… “September 9th ma’am. …… “ Stay over Catherine “ –

Sounds like the family is celebrating and knowing the children won’t go back til September so asking them to stay in Balmoral for the summer

This is great! Thank you!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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June 21

Thank you! This is great😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

short attempt at riddle (LOVE THE RIDDLES)

MM ANON …

give us a hug…………PH is back and with the family? getting/giving a hug

Duchess of Cambridge Royal collection ………Her amazing photographs

in the footsteps of lord Lichfield ………… photographer in RF now is DoC https://www.theguardian.com/news/2005/nov/12/guardianobituaries.artsobituaries

EOS C700 Christmas present … … camera ready for Christmas present Camb baby 4?? https://www.usa.canon.com/internet/portal/us/home/products/details/cameras/cinema-eos/eos-c700

“slow the testing down”…………President Trump said that’s how you slow the spread stop the testing

Kung-flu…………… PT also called the COVID 19 this i his speech

Size matters………… School class sizes will be small in the fall

reopening NYC……… NYC opening up after Covid19 lockdown- IT going there?

“ get ya hair 💇🏽‍♀️💇🏼‍♂️cut” …………… hmmmm hair salon open

“ 🙋‍♂️🙋‍♀️🍺 “ ………… Everyone excited for the pubs to open - PW said he was

Rachel for president?? …………… LC said IT has presidential ambitions

archificial daddy day?? ……… hmmm no father’s day cause no real Archie

spotted in St Johns Wood………PH seen there? St John’s Wood An affluent district of leafy residential streets, St John’s Wood is known for Lord’s Cricket Ground, the headquarters of English cricket and a venue for domestic and international matches. The Beatles made many recordings at Abbey Road Studios and fans use the crosswalk outside to recreate the iconic album cover for photo ops. Boutique stores and chic eateries dot St John’s Wood High Street.London borough: Westminster; CamdenLondon Assembly: West Central; Barnet and CamdenPostcode district: NW8Sovereign state: United Kingdom

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mrsrhys23 · 5 years ago

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Hello dad

Hello dad (prologue)

Parings: Liam x Mc (Adele Lykel-McKenna)

Summary: Adele Lykel-McKenna comes to Cordonia but has no idea what will unfold when she arrives.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1426

A/N: These characters belong to Pixelberry Studios. Not sure if anybody has done anything like this but it’s been sitting in my drafts for a few days and decided I’d post it now.

Permatags: @itschoicesstuff, @roisebeaumontworld21, @desiree-0816, @cordoniaqueensworld Just let me know if you’d like to be tagged.

“So who is this guy then?” Emily asked Adele, with a level of enthusiasm Adele didn’t think possible.

“What’s he like?” Megan asked, jumping down on the bed beside the two other girls.

“He’s…perfect?” Adele grinned.

“Tell us more,” Emily implored.

“Well, his name is Liam, he’s eighteen, he is from a country called Cordonia, he’s sweet and he’s just perfect. He’s not like any other guy I’ve ever met.”

“Great! What does he look like?” Meghan asked. Adele reached for her phone on the bedside table and pulled up a photograph.

The girls’ mouths dropped open as they turned to her with wide eyes. “Tell me he has a brother,” Emily pleaded.

“He does. He’s called Leo but Emily he is older than you. Seven years older and apparently he’s kind of dating someone.” Emily huffed at the news.

“So, how did you meet him?” Meghan asked as their friend continued to sulk about the unavailable brother.

“Let’s start by saying it was kismet.”

“Kismet?” Emily asked.

“Fate,” Adele grinned, “It was fate.”

“Tell us more,” Meghan encouraged.

“He was here looking around and I bumped into him. Quite literally. I walked into him.”

“Pfft. Imagine telling your children that lame story,” Meghan added.

“It’s not lame. That is how it happened, I tripped and stumbled into him, he caught me and here we are. I can’t wait to visit him. From what he’s told me Cordonia is like something out of a fairytale.”

“A fairytale huh?” Meghan asked, “All you need now is a prince. But, Adele, he looks like one.”

“Stop drooling over my boyfriend and I don’t need a prince, I don’t need dresses and balls and all that stuff, Liam is just a normal bloke and he’s perfect.”

****

Meanwhile in Cordonia.

“Oh come on li. Tell us about your girlfriend,” Leo encouraged, as they walked towards the dining room. Liam had told his brother and friend that he’d met someone while Leo and Liam were in New York a few months ago, but with now the prospect of her actually coming to visit, he was talking about her nonstop.

“Yeah, Liam, you haven’t shut up about her, but you’ve barely told us anything.”

“She’s perfect,” Liam grinned, “She’s just that…just perfect.”

Leo swung his arm over Liam's shoulder. “Aww my baby brother is in love,” Leo said, then stepping back and ruffling Liam’s hair.

“More importantly. What does she look like?” Drake asked. Liam sighed and reached into his pocket and pulled up a photograph, handing the phone to Leo.

“Oh my god,” Leo mumbled, “She’s erm…”

“Yeah, alright, don’t droll over her,” Liam reprimanded, snatching his phone back.

“Does she have a sister?” Drake asked.

Liam shook his head with a smile, “No, Drake, she does not. She’s an only child. Adele is from new York, she likes art, she’s kind, she’s beautiful, she is everything I have ever wanted.”

Drake and Leo burst out in laughter, “Oh, you have got it bad,” Drake said.

“He does,” Leo agreed, “What did she say when you told her?”

“That kind of didn’t come up,” Liam said, honestly.

“You forgot to tell her you’re a prince?” Drake asked.

“What does it matter? You’re the future king and I’m not.”

“Don’t tell Dad about this. He’ll have a field day or a heart attack.”

“I need to tell her don’t I?”

“Yes!” Leo said, “Don’t you think that when she gets here, and you bring her to the palace, that she’s going to suss something is up? Either your insanely rich for an eighteen-year-old or you’re an heir to the throne.”

“I know.”

“Your dad knows she’s coming, right?” Drake asked.

“Yeah.”

“So why isn’t he having kittens about this?” Leo asked his brother, “I once brought a girl here a few years ago, who was a commoner and he lost it. Like seriously lost it.”

“I might have told him she was a noble,” he mumbled.

“Liam,” Leo reprimanded, “You need to fix this. You need to tell Adele the truth and Dad.”

“He won’t let her come if I tell him,” Liam explained, “That’s why I lied. Even though I’m never going to be king, I still have to follow all the rules, father still wants me to marry somebody with a title.”

“That’s just the way it is, Liam. It’s not fair but they are the rules.”

“He’s hardly one to talk,” Drake chimed in, “or are you forgetting all the countless rules you have broken? I say tell her the truth and see what happens. By the sounds of it she’s fallen for you already so why should a title change it?”

“He’s got a point,” Leo mentioned, “But you do need to tell her.”

****

“He’s a PRINCE!” Meghan said, storming into Adele’s room.

“I know,” Adele told her.

“You knew?” Emily asked, appearing in the doorway.

“He called a little while ago and he told me,” Adele explained, perching on the end of her bed, patting each side of her to invite her friends.

“So what are you gonna do?” Emily asked.

“I’m still going to Cordonia.”

“What?” Meghan asked, her mouth dropping open.

Adele shrugged, “He’s still the same, Liam.”

“He’s a prince,” Meghan reminded her.

“Yes, he is. I haven’t talked to him every day for the last few months and…fallen in love with him for any other reason than he’s everything I’ve ever wanted. He is a prince, yes and that complicates it, but it doesn’t complicate my feelings for him. His title a far as I’m concerned is trivial, it doesn’t matter. Leo, his brother, is going to be king, in all technicality Liam can do what he likes as long as he’s following the rules.”

“Princes don’t marry normal girls,” Emily added.

“So what did Prince William and Prince Harry do? They both married ‘normal’ girls. One even married an American. The British royal family is one of the most high profiled families on the planet, if they can do it, why can’t Liam? I love him and he loves me, that’s all that matters in the end. Now, how did you know?”

“I might have googled him,” Emily admitted.

“Em,” Adele sighed, “Anyway, maybe it’s a good thing you know. I don’t think I would be able to keep it a secret.”

“He’s a prince,” Meghan breathed.

“He’s a prince,” Adele repeated with a grin.

****

“Did you tell her?” Leo asked, as he Drake and Liam were out on their morning run.

“I did,” Liam confirmed.

“And…?” Drake asked.

“She took it surprisingly well.”

“Is she still coming?” Leo inquired.

“I don’t know. It was late when we spoke, she said she’d sleep on it and tell me when she gets up,” Liam explained.

“But she took it well…?” Drake asked.

“Yeah. She didn’t really react to it. It was more like it didn’t matter to her.”

“Well, maybe it should. Liam you need to understand what you’re getting the pair of you into by being in a relationship with her. You two aren’t the only people in this relationship, you’ve got the press and boy are they gonna have a field day when they find out about this.”

“I already know all of this.”

“All I’m saying is, is that our family doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to romanticising with people. Dad has been married three times,” Leo reminded his brother.

“I’m not father, I’m not getting married and I’m not planning on the press finding out about this yet. I don’t know even know if she’s coming, I don’t know if this is going to go anywhere.”

“Just be careful, Liam,” Leo said.

“I will.”

****

Later that day Liam sat in his bedroom on his bed awaiting the deciding text to come in from Adele, whether she’d be coming to Cordonia or not. If she didn't, Liam wasn’t altogether certain what he’d do, he had really started to fall for her. He had fallen for this girl and he didn't want it to end here, it could lead to something, something brilliant.

His heart thumped in his chest when he heard the phone ping. Liam picked it up off the bed and opened it up with shaking hands.

Adele: Hi Liam, sorry it’s taken so long to reply, it’s been a day...I’ve decided that I still want to come. I want to see where this could go. I’ll see you tomorrow 😘😘

That was it, that’s all he needed, she was coming.

#the royal romance #trr #choices: stories you play #laim x mc #choices #choices fanfiction #liam trr #mc trr

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thelegwarmer · 6 years ago

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Royal Success-es or Royal Failures?

Thoughts on Royal Sussexes inconsistencies, secrecy and aggressive PR mud campaigns.

Many people will argue that it was about time the Royal family dropped its stiff, monochromatic tradition to welcome a vivacious, bi-racial, outspoken commoner, a somewhat obscure, actress into Buckingham Palace. After all, the US has already stepped into history by electing an MoC as their President. Times are changing and people are uniting (unless they’re on twitter ;)).

Prince Harry, the world’s beloved and popular cheeky ginger who has outspokenly battled with mental health issues since his mother’s untimely and tragic death, finally found someone he could share his life with. Naturally, the world was surprised when the news broke out. Just like a Harlequin book, a whirlwind romance had taken over the world, press, and tabloids. We were all taken by surprise when a few months after their relationship became public, we were presented with a very manicured Americanised televised engagement announcement. Yay for Harry... but wait…why the rush? The two of them hardly knew each other, they hardly ever spent more than 3 days together in the same place, especially as Meghan was still working on Suits.

From that point onwards, the seemingly bashful, smiley, touchy-hairy Meghan who kept holding on to Harry (hard to walk on ill-fitting 6” stilettos) and touching him every photo opportunity she could, progressively turned into a rule-breaking, humanitarian -of sorts- arrogant and in-compliant to British culture, social justice warrior. It didn’t end there. A few short months after their royal wedding, Meghan decides to announce at Princess Eugenie’s wedding that she is with child. We were hesitantly happy for Harry and Meghan but the timing of the announcement and the fact that rumors had been going around that Meghan was unable to fall pregnant due to multiple abortions, had people baffled.

Since Eugenie’s wedding, Meghan’s ego grew and with it grew her thirst for attention. Oh yes, the bump also grew into late-term proportions on/off throughout her pregnancy. Her due date was never revealed to the public and it kept changing. From early spring to the end of April to beginning of May…it even went up to 21st June! So many articles about Harry and Meghan were circulating the press and internet on a daily basis. Most of which were obvious PR spins from the Sussexes. Then there was the rift with the Cambridges. Shocker! The world was scratching its head. What is going on inside the Palace walls? Why all the drama?

The final straw was pulled when malicious articles circulated the press, insinuating that Prince William had been cheating Duchess Catherine. Of course, we all knew where that came from especially as we were fully aware that Meghan had set up a well-oiled PR machine running. A smear campaign against the heir to the throne, to gain popularity and public affection. Meanwhile, the bump was inflating and deflating and her extravagant looks were hitting the news and making people talk. Are we watching an over produced film about the Royals? Well, in reality her wardrobe and PR antics most probably cost a handful more than a decent action-filled movie. We’ll never forget the New York baby shower. Rent-a-crowds, paparazzi, pink flowers (why pink if the baby is a boy?), celebrities, wanna-be’s and a lot of faux-secrecy.

Meghan was monetizing her pregnancy and we could see right through her.

Fast forward 4 months later when is baby is supposedly due. Assuming her due date was end of April according to calculations made since she claimed she was already 16 weeks pregnant at PE’s wedding. The end of April came and went and Meghan was still no where to be seen or heard. Well, except for her PR team who were feverishly feeding everyone’s anticipation with fake news, conundrums and sugary articles. Meanwhile in various ’secret' twitter accounts handled by Meghan, the continuous attack on the British press and the unrelenting race card pity-party was picking up momentum. Surely this was not a result of pregnancy hormones…

Then came the day we will all remember as the day, the lid was lifted to reveal that not all is as it seems. Secrets and lies are cloaking the Sussexes. On May 6th, Meghan went into 'labour' 6 hours after she gave birth and the birth announcement an hour after announcing she was in labour. To put it in Harry’s words, mind-blowing.

Naturally, everyone started asking questions. None of this made any sense. Who orchestrated this? Did she give birth in Frogmore Cottage? Journalists camped outside never saw anyone go in or out the cottage. Oh, wait, she gave birth at Portland hospital but no one can officially verify this (no medical staff signatures on official birth announcement). Meghan and Harry are keeping tight-lipped about the birth. Well, except for that awkward interview Harry gave, at the Royal stables exclaiming how ‘over the moon’ he is. Yes, Harry, we too are over THIS moon (bump). His lack of specifics or genuine enthusiasm was noted by many. Perhaps he was sleep deprived and shell-shocked. The birth of a baby can indeed be overwhelming for new parents. So, we continue giving them the benefit of the doubt…until two days later.

Contrary to their initial wish to keep the birth announcement and baby reveal low-key and private, H & M decided to give a 3' televised interview in St George's Hall at Windsor Castle. The grandeur of it all. How humble. Harry came with baby Archie tightly swaddled in his arms, seemingly sound asleep. The whole interview was ‘off’ so was the way they presented the newest member of the royal family but for reasons, I will keep for myself at this point but I’m not the only one who noticed the oddity of this pair. Royal journalists have been tweeting and writing cloaked articles about why the UK taxpayers, the royalists, the members of the commonwealth are deprived of a decent view and photo of the 7th heir to the throne. Given the 9,5 months of overbearing bump holding and ill-fitting designer clothing to accentuate the belly, we are at least entitled to have a couple of close up photos of this cute little baby. He is after all, the first bi-racial baby born into the royal family.

#meghan markle #harry and meghan #british royal family #skippyisheretostay

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harry-sussex · 6 years ago

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February 20, 2019

A day that will live in infamy: the day I saw HRH The Duchess of Sussex in my home city

I go to school in the Upper East Side of Manhattan on Wednesdays and Thursdays. When I saw photos of Meghan & co. at The Mark Hotel on Tuesday, I assumed the baby shower was over and that I’d missed my chance.

Then, Omid Scobie broke the news that the baby shower was in fact Wednesday.

I usually have class at 4 and then at 7 on Wednesdays, but my 4:00 class was canceled, so I actually had free time to wander about Manhattan before my 7:00. With the help of the always wonderful @harryandmeghansussex, I decided I was going to hang out outside the hotel. I didn’t want to scare Meghan or bother her or anything, I just wanted to know that there was at least someone in the mess of people looking for her who had her back, you know? Even if she never knew it. Of course, I also wanted to see my favorite pregnant first-time-mum-to-be in person!

So anyway, I got to The Mark around 6:00, at which point Jessica Mulroney, Amal Clooney, and Misha Nonoo had already left. Serena Williams hadn’t yet been spotted and nobody had yet seen Meghan at all that day, so I was pretty confident that she was still in there. The paparazzi were staked out on both sides of the main entrance to The Mark - I was on the left (if you’re looking towards the street). The photo below is of the paparazzi staged on the right of the hotel entrance. It was about even on both sides, so maybe about 15-20 of them total. Once I saw them standing there, I knew she still had to be in the hotel.

There was a black SUV with US Government plates parked outside (see the pic above) with tinted windows and I knew that was Meghan’s vehicle. There were also police barricades holding in the paparazzi on both sides of the hotel, as well as across the street. I didn’t notice any overt police presence, however.

As I was checking out the car from my vantage point, one of the regular people standing there to see her (not the paparazzi) asked me if I knew which car was hers and if so, why. I started filling in a handful of fans on what I knew - not only about the baby shower, but also about Meghan’s life as a royal. They were loose followers of royalty (not obsessive stans to the grave like myself) so we passed the time by talking about Meghan, Harry, the baby, their wedding, even William and Kate. One guy was there with his girlfriend (wife?) and he was quite interested in the notion of royalty and what they can/cannot and should/should not do. Another girl was there and she was telling me that she’s hosting a baby shower for Meghan at her own apartment on Saturday! With gifts and games and her friends and everything! She woke up at 4 am to watch Harry and Meghan’s wedding, the whole nine yards. She was so excited!!

People started fading at around 6:20. It was cold and still kind of snowing. The paparazzi stayed put, however. My new friends and I had formed a group of 5 people, and we seemed to be the only fans who stayed put until the end. A handful of stragglers would stop across the street for a few minutes, but would continue on their way rather quickly.

At around 6:30, a man with an earpiece left the Mark and started the US government vehicle in the photo above. Every time the doors to the Mark would open, I held my breath. A staffer from the Mark was outside talking to a few of the people I was with, and he said he found a red rose that was allegedly part of the baby shower. He gave it to one of the girls in my little group and I was dying of jealousy but she seemed really happy to have it!!

The guy with the earpiece on the left, helping to load Meghan’s luggage on the right.

At around 6:45, the Mark hotel staff started relocating the police barriers to the service entrance just to the right of the main entrance. My new royal-loving friends and I were torn, as were half of the paparazzi - should we go to the relocated barriers, or should we stay put? Was it just an effort to split up the group of people?

I went with my gut and went to the new service entrance. My new group of friends also followed suit. I was operating on the hunch that there was no way they’d let her walk out of an unprotected entrance with so many people waiting for her.

At around 6:50, they rolled out a black and white striped carpet in front of the service entrance that matched the famous Mark hotel floors seen in Serena’s Instagram post from the weekend. That convinced me (and, unfortunately, most of the paparazzi) that she wouldn’t be departing from the main entrance as Jessica, Amal, and Misha had. You can see the carpet here:

The left photo is of the super nice Mark hotel staff member (more on him later). The woman on the right seemed to be Meghan’s RPO for the weekend, though I haven’t confirmed that.

We moved over to the newly-erected police barricades and we actually had a good view. The barricades were meant to control the paparazzi only, so we weren’t pushing against a barrier or anything. I think the Mark hotel staff had a feeling that we were there harmlessly, you know?

The first and only paparazzo to leave bailed around 7:00 pm, citing “12 hours in the snow and no sighting of Meghan” as his reason. At this point, I was already late to my 7pm class and I decided I would wait it out. If all of the paparazzi left, then I would leave, because I knew they were receiving tips all weekend. One guy who was staying at the Mark was walking around telling anyone who would listen that he was staying really close to the Duchess in the hotel that weekend and that she left yesterday and that we were all wasting our time. He was acting like such a jerk about it though, pompously strutting with a cigarette dangling out of his mouth, not convincing at all - hardly anyone paid him any mind. There were murmurs that she wasn’t there, that she left already out a private entrance and we missed her, but I just refused to believe it - as did most of the paparazzi. One member of our little group - the boyfriend/husband - was about to leave. His significant other really wanted to wait it out - they had been waiting this long - but didn’t want to stay alone. He said he’d wait another handful of minutes - 7:05-ish, the latest.

And then. The moment to end all moments.

The doors opened at around 7:05, and the cameras started flashing. The paparazzi started shouting questions at Meghan, and I just didn’t want that to be the only thing she heard (if she could hear anything at all). I was closer to the door than the paparazzi were, so once I saw the cameras flashing, I knew she was coming out, and I waved and kind of softly called over to her, “Hi Meghan!! I love you!!! Congratulations!!!” She, of course, didn’t look over to either side - just kept her head down and headed straight to the waiting car (the US government vehicle - I was right!)

Did she hear me? I have no idea. Probably not. But I like to think she might have. After it was all over, one of my newfound royal-loving friends texted me the video she took of Meghan’s departure and you can hear me at around 0:28 saying “hi Meghan!! I love you!!!” before the paparazzo shouts something obnoxious about her allowing her father to meet the baby. I’ll post the video later if anyone is interested, it’s not working in this post right now.

The main thing I noticed about her in person is her hair. It’s gorgeous in person. The photos do not do it justice at all. It was so shiny and looked so soft and curled so perfectly. Even under a black ball cap, it was stunning. I also noticed the sparkle of that beautiful engagement ring in the camera lights. My favorite thing I noticed, though? She was cradling her baby. Shielding him or her from the flashes and shouts of the world outside. That’s a lot to notice in not even five seconds, but I was paying such close attention to detail to make sure I remembered all of it.

I noticed after the fact, when looking at my pictures, that my goodness, she’s tiny. She’s tinier than I thought she was, even from professional photographs! These are probably the three best photographs I ended up taking (I wasn’t looking at my camera, I was focusing on seeing her with my own two eyes, so they’re not the best):

Once the car was on its way, the paparazzi dispersed pretty quickly. My little group and I were so excited that we stuck around for a few minutes reliving the past minute while the Mark hotel staff put everything in order. The nice man on the Mark hotel staff from one of the photos above came by and asked if we saw who we were looking for. I asked him if he met Meghan, and he said of course. I then asked him if she was the sweetest thing, and he said, “yes, absolutely, very sweet!” I asked him if he could repeat that word for word so I could post his quote on my blog, and he just kind of laughed and walked away smiling and shaking his head - but I remembered the quote anyway!

The whole thing lasted about five seconds. I waited over an hour and was late to my graduate-level class for a whole five seconds with The Duchess of Sussex, and it was so worth it! I was on such a natural high after leaving the Mark that I got on the subway in the wrong direction, and had to turn around at the next stop uptown before heading back downtown to my class. Whoops. I didn’t even care - I saw Meg and the baby!!

So that’s my story of how an average, snowy Wednesday night for me turned into hanging out with a cool new group of royal lovers in the middle of the sidewalk to see HRH The Duchess of Sussex for not even five seconds after her baby shower.

I feel comfortable posting all of this now because the news cycle has become bored with the story, and she’s already home, safe and sound, in London with Harry. I didn’t want to post anything that would intrude on her personal life any more. Now that she’s home and far away from here, I’m comfortable posting.

One last thing: when I was looking at the picture taking by the paparazzi during those five seconds, I found this picture:

If you look closely in between Meghan and the guy behind her, right above the man’s hand, you can see a small tuft of blonde hair with dark roots.

THAT’S MY HEAD!! THAT’S MY HAIR! I *technically* have a photo of myself with HRH The Duchess of Sussex and it made me very happy to see!! Gotta celebrate the small victories, you know?

#story time y'all!!!#my post #personal #meghan markle #duchess of sussex #i feel comfortable posting the pic now because the story has already died down and she's not here anymore so #long post #the mark hotel #nyc

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The Psychology of the Governor- So many people seem to assume that the Governor was a jerk from the start, when he wasn’t, and I will never portray his character as such. When I write a character, I never base my opinions on a character solely on their actions, but the reasons behind why they do the things that they do. The Governor is a villain, so I already expect him to do bad things, so the fact that he does bad things is boring. Why he does those bad things? Far more interesting. At least to me personally. That’s why I like digging into a villain’s psychology... and so I hope that this helps you guys understand him a little better, too.

The Governor’s childhood- For part of this character analysis, I will be using the novel written on Philip’s/Brian’s backstory, The Rise of the Governor, since they didn’t really go into his background much in the show. In the book, The Governor’s name is actually Brian Blake (but the show condensed everything) and Brian was the eldest of three siblings. He was also described as a sickly book nerd... or the “runt” of the liter. He was highly intelligent and even went to college! But his home life wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. His father, Ed Blake, was a violent drunk that frequently yelled and screamed and beat on his children... however, his younger brother, Philip, would always stand between him and his father and protect Brian from the beatings that they would receive and this is a fact that Brian also mentioned in the show:

Brian: “I remember the first smoke I ever had. Me and my brother huddled in the garage puffing on one of my dad's Lucky Strikes. He must have smelled the smoke, because he came barging in looking to beat up on us. But my brother got between us. Said he stole them. Wasn't true. It was me. But that was my brother. Hero. He got two black eyes and a broken rib for that. And I got beat anyway.” (S4E07)

(Since this post got a little long, the rest will be beneath the cut.)

I won’t go into Brian’s entire childhood history, but suffice it to say that, even though he was the older brother, he came to see Philip as his hero. He wanted to be just like him. He was everything he wanted to be and more. His brother was popular in school, had lots of friends, helped people, did ‘manly’ things like hunting, etc. etc. etc. Brian was the exact opposite. He was weak and could not take care of himself in hardly any setting. Philip honestly came to see Brian as a burden and he resented him for it... because Brian was the bigger brother and Brian should be the one that he could look up to, and not the other way around.

The Apocalypse- When everything went down, Philip (along with Bobby and Nick, two of Philip’s friends) found Brian hiding in their parent’s basement. Philip became the leader of their small group. They traveled from Waynesboro, where they originally lived, to Wiltshire Estates (where they lost Bobby), and then onto Atlanta, Georgia. Brian initially couldn’t kill a zombie. He just couldn’t bring himself to kill something that used to be a human being and he even broke down crying at the thought of it a few times, which would always piss his brother off. He would either push Brian out of the way, or kick him, and beat on him and try to drill it into his head that he NEEDED to be the bigger monster in order to survive.

Still, Brian didn’t mind the beatings so much. He actually tried to impress his brother a few times and do impossible (for Brian) things, just to prove to his hero that he could do what he needed him to do and be who he wanted him to be.

He still failed. Penny died. They were running away from crossfire and Penny was shot through the stomach and she bled to death in his arms. Later in the show he says:

Milton: “What would your daughter think about what you are?” Brian: “She'd be afraid of me. But if I had been like this from the start, she'd be alive today.” (3x16)

“If I had been like this from the start.” You see how he is blaming himself for her death? How he believes that if he was the bigger monster from the start, like his brother literally beat into him, that be believes that she would still be alive? This is what it’s all about. Not just Penny, though. Shortly after he lost her, he lost his brother, too, who at this point was starting to lose his own sanity. The stresses of leadership had gotten to him enough that Nick decided to kill him... and Brian of course defended his hero and told Nick that he believed that, if given the chance, he could fix himself... but Nick didn’t listen and shot Philip... and then Brian wrestled the gun out of Nick’s arms and shot Nick. Philip also bled out and died in Brian’s arms just as Penny did.

This is when they arrived at Woodbury. Before Brian was the leader of the small town. This is where it gets tricky, though.

Woodbury was, at the time, ran by Gene Gavin, who was a ruthless National Guardsman that held the town by force. Brian had gone into a dissociative state after his brother died... wondering how he would make it without him or if he even wanted to... and then one day Gene Gavin held a town meeting and when there was a disagreement, someone tried to leave and Gavin shot the man. Brian kept asking himself what his brother would do over and over again, and as if something else controlled his body, Brian stood up and walked up onto the stage and unloaded his gun into Gavin and encouraged the rest of the town to take their town back from the National Guardsmen.

And so they did. Martinez was one of the first people on his side and when he asked Brian what his name was? Brian didn’t say Brian. No. Brian told Martinez that he was Philip Blake. Brian essentially develops a dissociative fugue, and took on the personality of his brother... which eventually morphs into the monster known as the Governor.

In General Psychology- So... Brian has always been weak. Always. He couldn’t survive, so he took on a personality that could survive. Something that was far more ruthless and monsterous. Brian tried to do right for a while, but he was thrust into the position of being a leader before he was ready. He was still mourning his brother and Penny and all he had to go on when it came to being the leader is what his brother beat into him. Be the bigger monster in order to survive. So he did try that. He even tried to desensitize himself by putting head in fish tanks and forcing himself to look at them... and to remind him that he was still alive and if he wasn’t careful, he would end up exactly like those guys. Dead.

Brian has a dual personality. Himself and that of his brother. He’s constantly waging a battle for dominance inside of his head... but the Governor eventually gets strong enough to overtake him.

Weakness is the trigger that brings this monster out. Because it was his own weakness that got everyone killed.

Why do people develop multiple personalities?

Dissociative identity disorder, previously called multiple personality disorder, is usually a reaction to trauma as a way to help a person avoid bad memories.

The definition:

Dissociative identity disorder is characterized by the presence of two or more distinct personality identities. Each may have a unique name, personal history, and characteristics.

This is Brian/Philip/The Governor and this describes him perfectly.

You can see the monster triggered by weakness when he kills Marinez, like a switch being flipped in his head, please pay attention to his eyes. You can tell he’s slipping into a dissociative state here:

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Brian’s immediate reaction to Martinez admitting to no being able to defend the camp is “oh my god, you’re going to get my family killed. You can’t do what it takes in order to survive and I DON’T WANT IT. I don’t want to share the crown. I don’t want the crown at all, damn it.”

But the question is... why didn’t he want it? Brian didn’t want it because, when he killed all of his own people at the end of season 3... Brian came back out. It shocked him to see what he did... what he became... he knew he was a monster and he was afraid of what he was capable of... so he separated himself from everyone... because he knew that if he had a reason to care, he would have a reason to fight and that meant the monster would come back out... and he didn’t want that monster to surface again.

Except it did, after Martinez triggered the monster/the Governor to come out again by admitting that he was too weak to defend the camp... and then he tried to squash the monster down again.

The problem was... he was starting to realize that he was the only one that was there that could lead--- he shouldn’t lead, but he was the only one that was capable of it and he didn’t like it.

Brian: “We need to leave. It isn't safe here anymore.” Lily: “What are you talking about? We can't just run off. I'm the only nurse in camp. Tara's got Alicia. What about Megan?” Brian: “Look, things are about to go very wrong here. It's happened to me before. I can't put you and Megan through that. Can't lose you again.” (4x07)

“Can’t lose you again.” This whole conversation is about him and Penny and how everything circled back to that moment that he lost her (because he couldn’t lose Meghan a second time if he hadn’t lost her the first time). HE was what was about to go very wrong there. It had happened to him before... he was referring to the monster resurfacing again when he tried so hard to put it away in the box and forget about it... but it was bubbling to the surface once again and there was nothing he could do except try to run from himself... and as you know, he wasn’t capable of escaping it.

So like I said before jsbkjbg the Governor is many things, but a sociopath isn’t one of them. He is very misunderstood. He is an abuse survivor and yes, he has done a lot of terrible things, but he is a product of nurture, not nature.

#meta: philip #about philip #tw: abuse

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another-bryk-in-the-wall · 6 years ago

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A BBQ To Remember (3/?)

Yes hello I has written. I hope you enjoy what I have thrown together this time, and if you have any ideas for the future, let me know in asks!

Warnings: no one, the character swears a lot tho

Don’t like, don’t read, don’t come crying into my askbox.

A few days later

Being the shut-in I was, going out to get groceries was something I did only once a week, or only when all I have left is stale bread and potatoes. On Friday afternoon, after finishing work in and around the house, I headed to the store to get some groceries. Cause starving wasn’t one of my hobbies.

I pulled into the parking lot with my chic 1956 BMW Isetta, I got out of it, stretched, and headed into the store. It was unusually quiet for a Friday afternoon. Normally, all the Karens and Meghans would be here with their screaming kids, buying stuff for the weekend while the kids throw shit around. But luckily, there were hardly any kids in Hope County.

The aisle with the frozen food was completely empty. What did I need again? Peas, carrots, fish, sweet corn… When I noticed the ‘meat’ on my list, my mind went to Jacob Seed and how he ate that nearly raw steak. Oh boy, I wonder if that’s someone’s kink… But there was a kink for everyone and their grandma (hopefully their kink was not their grandma!), so I pushed that thought aside. On the way to the frozen vegetables, I grabbed a package of condoms, cause with my new BFF, Mr. Nipples, you never knew what would happen.

With the grace of a tarantula with three broken legs, I leaned down into the freezer to grab a bag of frozen vegetables. That’s when an Oh-So-Familiar voice greeted me, “Hello, my child.”

Fuck Mr. Nipples and fuck his timing.

I managed to put my head out of the freezer without injuring myself and smiled at Joseph, “Hello! What are you doing here?”, I asked him and mentally slapped myself for asking that question. What does one do in the store??? Fill out their taxes???

Joseph chuckled and pointed to the little cart next to him. It was filled rather well, with enough food for a family of five. “We are having a dinner tonight, my family and I.”

I nodded, that’s when I noticed that his graze moved to my own shopping cart. And to the condoms.

“I see…You have something planned as well?”, Joseph laughed, and I wanted to throw the bag of peas into his face. Without really thinking of what I was saying, I agreed with his statement, “Yeah, I don’t wanna end up heavy in the gut. Need some more time for myself.”

“…That’s not what I meant, child. I was referring to the chicken breasts. Nobody eats that much alone.”

…

Normally, I would swear so much, the wall would turn red. But in this moment, I was standing in front of a religious nutcase, so I kept my mouth shut and nodded.

“But it is good to see that you care that much about your body and your choices. But never forget, children are a blessing. And you, my dear, you would make a good mother.” And with a nod, Joseph grabbed his cart and left me standing there. I would make a good mother? What the fuck?

I grabbed the rest on the list, not crossing Joseph’s path again. In no time, I was back at home, munching a bag of chips while repeating in my head what he had said. Was that some kind of weird flirting? Some kind of ‘I know you have a breeding kink so I will play right into it’ power move? Fuck Joseph and everything he stands for and loves, but also…fuck me Joseph?

From what I have heard, John carves the sins of people into their skin. In my case, lust would be the biggest sin, far ahead of all the others. Far away from greed or envy. All I wanted was a good dick and a good pussy from time to time, was that so hard? Maybe I should try to get on it with the stoner lady. Back in college, I had a hook-up with a stoner chick and it was the best sex I ever had. Sadly, I ate some of the drug-filled food later on and had to get my stomach pumped, but that was still the best night ever.

Life is weird, and I have made the right choices to make it even weirder than planned. I was sure, my guardian angel was sitting somewhere in the clouds and drinking itself into a coma because I was such a moron. But hey, life is a gift that keeps on giving, and I am taking everything I can. Even if it means getting on it with a Jesus-wannabe.

Before I even realized it, the day had ended and the night broke into the County. The sweet sound of animals fucking outside was audible, along with foxes ripping rabbits apart. Ah, the sweet sound of nature.

That’s when I got a message on my phone. I preferred getting texts instead of talking, because talking on a phone takes up more brain cells than I could ever have. The number was not saved in my contacts, but I opened the message anyways:

‘Hello. This is Joseph Seed. Do you want to join us for dinner in the Compound tonight? xxx”

Two questions: How did he get my number? Did the x mean kisses or was he planning a special dinner Party?

Without thinking much about it, replied quickly to what Joseph had written:

‘Always! See you in a bit!’

I jumped off the sofa, spilling chips all over me. Fuck it, I could clean it up later on. I rushed into my bedrooms, put on clothes which screamed the message ‘I was trying to have a cozy evening but you came along and ruined it with your charm’. No, before you ask, I was not going over there in my pyjamas.

I threw a little make up on before getting back into my lovely car, driving to the Compound. And I had no idea what would happen next. '

#Joseph seed x reader #a bbq to remember #far cry 5 #Joseph seed #far cry 5 fanfiction

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Queen of Hearts (Ch. 10 Part 2)

Drake x MC (Emma Barnes)

TRR AU: What would happen if Emma loved Drake but had to marry Liam?

Catch up here

Warnings: None

Note: Sorry this chapter is kind of boring. Eh. I’ll post 11 on Saturday and 12 on Sunday to make up for it! I promise there’s some juicy drama coming up next chapter!

Word Count: 1598

Summary: Olivia tries to start drama because she’s an unapologetic bitch (I love her lol). Emma and Liam have a heart to heart, they’re trying to stay friends, but things are complicated obviously.

Chapter 10 Part 2: Like I’m Gonna Lose You (Meghan Trainor)

I woke up in tears

With you by my side

A breath of relief

And I realized

No, we’re not promised tomorrow

So I’m gonna love you like I’m gonna lose you

And I’m gonna hold you like I’m saying goodbye

Wherever we’re standing

I won’t take you for granted

‘Cause we’ll never know when, when we’ll run out of time

So I’m gonna love you like I’m gonna lose you

I’m gonna love you like I’m gonna lose you

In the blink of an eye

Just a whisper of smoke

You could lose everything

The truth is you never know

The restaurant overlooked the water, sparkling and a deep blue spreading out before them, it was breathtaking. Maxwell winked and walked away to his seat as Emma admired the view.

“Portavira has some of the clearest waters in all of Cordonia.” Liam approached her side.

“This is hardly an acceptable waterfront fortress.” Olivia grumbled.

“Are we under attack?” Maxwell looked around with a butter knife in hand, as if he was going to do something with it.

“I think we already are given present company.” Drake muttered.

“Drake don’t you think that the ring Emma is wearing on her long chain is beautiful. Looks an awful like a valuable engagement ring.” Drake’s face paled and Emma brushed past Olivia, shoulder checking her, she was tired of Olivia’s remarks. Liam approached behind her and whispered.

“What is she talking about?” Emma turned and kept a smile plastered on her face, trying not to create a bigger scene.

“It’s nothing Liam. Olivia knows and she’s testing us is all. We can discuss it later.” She finished just as Penelope ran over, a big smile on her face.

“I’m so glad you all made it!”

“It’s good to see you Penelope.” She pulled Emma into a hug and then greeted the others. She introduced Emma to her parents next, Emmeline and Landon. After some brief small talk, a delicious meal of crab legs and other seafood was served. Liam invited them to the wedding but as Emma and Liam had feared, they were worried because of the floods that had recently hit their duchy. Penelope also expressed her fears of returning to court after the attack and without her poodles. Madeline asked Penelope’s parents for a history of Portavira, it was obvious that Liam, Drake’s and Emma’s minds were all elsewhere; Olivia’s comment about the ring getting to each of them earlier. Emma was still trying to maintain some poise and tried to focus on the conversation, when they mentioned a charity polo game, she had an idea.

“Let Liam and I play. The King and soon to be queen in a charity polo match, that should raise a lot of money.” Emmeline and Landon shared a look.

“That would be wonderful. Thank you, Duchess Emma, your majesty. If all goes well from the match, perhaps we will be able to attend your wedding after all.”

“Well we will certainly be hoping for the best.” On the way back to the estate, Liam hung back, enjoying the sunset. A dark blue, and yellow with tints of orange and red reflected off the water, making it look like a nice pink bubble bath.

“Something on your mind?” Liam turned and gave Emma a smile.

“Just enjoying the sunset, doing some thinking.”

“What about?”

“You were tactful at dinner despite Olivia. I really admired it.” He sighed. “I also wanted to talk to you about what she said. What do you say to a private boat ride?” Emma knew that this conversation would have to happen, why not make it enjoyable she thought to herself.

“She definitely makes it difficult, but we should talk. I’ll follow you captain.” Liam lead Emma over to a yacht and exchanged a few words with the captain, they set sail shortly later. They sailed in silence, watching the water break away from the boat before Liam spoke.

“She knows?” Emma sighed and walked up next to him.

“Yes. She cornered me on the train in my room and tried to expose me in the boutique in front of Madeleine. We should just tell her Liam. She loves you, I don’t know how you feel about her but maybe you can work something out with her. At the very least she’s our friend and deserves to know before she blows this for us.” Liam let out an incredulous laugh.

“You’re the second woman this year to suggest I have a mistress. Makes me wonder if there’s something wrong with me.” Emma sighed and grabbed Liam’s hand.

“It’s nothing you did Liam, I didn’t mean to offend. I just want you to find some kind of happiness.” He smiled down at her.

“I know Emma. What was this about a ring though?” His eyes darted to her hand where he was relieved to still see his ring.

“I put the ring Drake gave me on a chain, normally it rests under my top, but this dress didn’t allow for that. It’s really nothing Liam, just Olivia trying to start drama.” He stayed quiet and they both watched the water, eerily calm.

“Do you think I’m a good king Emma? It feels as though my reign has been one catastrophe after another.” The question caught her off guard.

“I do Liam. I know that it has been difficult, but your people trust you. They aren’t calling for you to give into the terrorists demands, you just need to continue to support them and earn their trust.”

“I think that may be largely due to your influence but thank you all the same Emma, for everything.” He began to walk away and stopped.

“I think if Lady Olivia is giving you so much trouble that you should speak to her, I can too if she continues.” Emma nodded, and Liam wandered off. A few moments later she felt the ship turn and they headed back towards the docks. When they arrived back at the palace, she found Mara waiting for her. She had some information about the terrorist group who had filmed the video, but they still hadn’t caught anyone. On her way back to her room, she found Hana, Maxwell and Penelope out by the pool. In the interest of recruiting Penelope, and giving Cooper a chance to stretch his legs, she decided to spend some time with them and enjoy a good ice cream sundae in her “Poodle Palace.” After spending some time with her dogs and reassuring her that it would be okay if they came, Penelope agreed to return to court. Emma was relieved, they needed as much support at court as they could get. By the time they called it a night, she was exhausted and ready for bed, only Liam and Drake were standing outside of her room.

“Are we having a slumber party? Should I get hair ties ready to braid Drake’s hair?” She teased. Drake on the other hand, looked horrified.

“Hana said this was a strategy meeting for the polo game!” Hana and Maxwell approached as if summoned by Drake’s words.

“I called everyone here, so we can strategize about how to make sure the polo game goes smoothly tomorrow.”

“About that.” Liam smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Landon and Emmeline spoke with me after dinner. They want us all to play, a celebrity match. They want Emma, Hana, Penelope and I on one team and on the other is Drake, Maxwell, Rashad and Neville.” Drake groaned out loud, that was the worst possible team he could have been put on.

“I like it, Team Underdogs!” Drake shot Maxwell a look, for the third time today, if looks could kill Maxwell would have been dead on the spot, again.

“I know how to ride a horse and play polo Maxwell.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about, it’s about you and Neville...on the same team.”

“I’m sure we all want to win but we should remember this is a charity event for relief efforts.”

“I’ve got it. Don’t worry.” Drake shut the conversation down before anyone else could express their concerns. Liam and Maxwell excused themselves to get some rest, leaving Hana, Drake and Emma outside of Emma’s room.

“Do you know how to play polo Emma? I could give you some lessons tonight if you’re up for it!” Emma smiled at Hana, she was such an amazing friend and Emma could have probably have used some lessons, but she was just so exhausted that she declined. Once Hana was gone, Emma and Drake checked the hall before slipping into her room.

“Are you really going to be okay playing with Neville tomorrow?” She asked changing into her pajamas. Drake turned to look at her, his eyes roaming up and down her body before he answered.

“Uh-huh.” He mumbled. Emma rolled her eyes playfully.

“Wipe the drool off your face Drake. I don’t want slobber all over my pillow. But seriously?” A blush crept into his cheeks.

“Maybe I can knock him off his high horse, literally.” Emma chuckled, she knew she shouldn’t encourage Drake, but she definitely wouldn’t be opposed to seeing that.”

“I guess we’ll see tomorrow. I’m ready for bed. You coming or not?” Drake climbed into bed beside her and they curled up together, asleep the second their heads hit the pillow. Drake was gone early the next morning when Emma awoke to Maxwell insistently knocking on the door. As per usual, she had to go to the boutique to get the perfect outfit and meet Madeleine for a breakdown of the day. This time, she chose a chic floral dress with some matching silver jewelry, the chain with Drake’s ring on it clearly hidden today. After the drama of yesterday, she was very aware of how visible it was and how important it was to hide it from Olivia and Madeleine. Once she arrived at the field for the polo game, Emma sighed in relief, even before the game begun the stands were filled with people. That was a very good sign that she would be able to recruit Penelope’s parents to come to the wedding.

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Interview with Mary Trump

"Donald Is a Fascist and the Republicans Are Trying To Destroy Our Democracy"

In an interview, Mary Trump, the only niece of the former American president, talks about an uncle she describes as dangerous, his enduring power and the growing hate in America.

— Interview Conducted By Marc Pitzke | 08.25.2021

— SPIEGEL International

Mary Trump: "He's literally the weakest person I've ever known." Foto: Sara Naomi Lewkowicz / DER SPIEGEL; Michael Reynolds / Zuma Press / action press

Mary Trump, Donald Trump's only niece, has just finished a talk show appearance by video chat from her kitchen. She's sitting in the library of her apartment building, trying to relax. The ceiling-high shelves behind her are filled with carefully curated coffee table books. Through the wall of windows, one can see Manhattan's thick traffic below.

Trump, however, seems irritated. "This was the first time I've been treated badly in an interview," she says.

She had just appeared on "The View," a popular morning chat show, where they discussed politics, the pandemic and racism. Yet one co-host checked out of the conversation without even greeting her: Meghan McCain, daughter of the late senator John McCain, who had been reviled and insulted by Donald Trump even as he went to his grave.

The younger McCain is famous – infamous – for her own conservative tirades. After the show with Mary Trump, she tweeted: "There is no 'good' Trump family member to me."

And there it is, Mary Trump's burden: her last name.

She will be forever linked to her uncle, his lies, is hubris, his incompetence, his autocratic tendencies – and the damaging fallout from his one term as president.

Last year, the psychologist published her memoirs: "Too Much and Never Enough." The book revealed the horrific family history of the Trumps – and made her a target of Trump fanatics, who still worship the former president. For months, she hardly left the house – because of COVID-19, but also out of fear of being recognized and vilified.

Now Trump, 56, has written a second book, "The Reckoning: America's Trauma and Finding a Way To Heal." It addresses the darkest period of U.S. history, with the nation's enduring racism, and, of course, her uncle.

DER SPIEGEL: Ms. Trump, last summer you called your uncle the world's most dangerous man. Now that he's out of office, do you still feel that way?

Trump: After the election, I was happy for about a minute. I was very relieved, of course, but the number of people who voted for him was just heartbreaking. Seventy-four million! Yes, Joe Biden won. But the Democrats in general didn't win enough. We needed a total repudiation of Donald and his party, and we didn't get one.

DER SPIEGEL: So, you think he still presents a danger?

Trump: We're not out of the woods. It became clear right after the election that he was going to do everything in his power to undermine the legitimacy of the results and that the Republicans were just going to let him do it. For him, losing is not acceptable and winning doesn't mean legitimately winning, it just means getting the win. He knows he didn't win, but I don't believe he knows he lost, either.

DER SPIEGEL: How so?

Trump: He's been trying for two years to steal this election. I don't believe he can wrap his head around the fact that everything he did, all the stops he pulled out, all the stops the Republican Party pulled out for him, haven't worked. So, he's still trying to steal this election.

DER SPIEGEL: Do you see Jan. 6, when a mob of his supporters stormed the Capitol Building, as such an attempt?

Trump: He is very good at finding people weaker than he is, which is shocking because he's literally the weakest person I've ever known. But they're out there obviously, in large numbers. Then, there are people who are much smarter and powerful than he is, who know how to use him. So, it's a very dangerous combination. Were there people around him who knew that it could very possibly lead to that moment? Absolutely. Was he completely willing and comfortable to take advantage of the situation and make it worse for his benefit? Absolutely.

DER SPIEGEL: Do you think he welcomed what he saw on Jan. 6?

Trump: Oh, my gosh, yeah. It was probably one of the best days of his life. The worse it got, the happier he was. It wasn't an accident when he told the mob that if he wasn't granted the victory, it was Mike Pence's fault. So, should we be surprised that people were running around with nooses wanting to string Mike Pence up? It would have been perfectly fine with him. Absolutely. The only thing he probably regrets about that is that there wasn't more violence.

DER SPIEGEL: What went through your mind that day?

Trump: I hadn't listened to his speech beforehand, because I've tried whenever possible not to listen to him or look at him, because I don't care what he has to say. At first, like everybody else, I found it really hard to know what precisely was going on. It just looked like a mess. The first word that came to mind was tawdry. But then it became obvious to me that it was much worse than that. This is our Capitol! This is the center of – well, I don't like to say American democracy, because I don't think America has ever completely been a democracy like we aspire to be.

DER SPIEGEL: Do you think he will run again in 2024?

Trump: I don't know. But because he's being enabled, he sees an opening. He feels the power. He also knows that the only way he stays out of legal trouble is to get back into power.

DER SPIEGEL: Does it weigh on you to be so personally connected to his world? In your new book you reveal that in 2017, a few months after your uncle's inauguration, you went into inpatient treatment for post traumatic stress disorder. What happened?

Trump: I just remember feeling so out of control. I remember spinning out and didn't know how to stop. I lived in a very Republican town then, so I was really isolated. For the first time in my life, I lost friends because of an election, and I knew I needed to do something. But despite the fact that I'm a psychologist, I didn't know there were treatment programs for that. I knew there were for addictions, but I didn't know there was such a thing for post-traumatic stress.

DER SPIEGEL: Your uncle traumatized half the nation.

Trump: Every once in a while, I think about how this country will be forever stained by what he did. That's really hard. We never recover from that. Maybe in 200 years, but not while I'm alive.

DER SPIEGEL: Don't you think his spell is broken? Joe Biden's policies are pretty popular, and Trump's "Big Lie" hasn't amounted to anything.

Trump: The Democrats don't understand the seriousness of the threat. They are playing by rules in a rulebook that the Republicans lit on fire. There are no rules anymore. They need to start fighting like their lives depend on it. But they're just not willing to do that. There is an unwillingness – also in the U.S. media – to use the kind of language that is accurate and necessary to get people to understand the seriousness of the threat.

DER SPIEGEL: How serious is it?

Trump: Donald is a fascist, and the Republicans are an autocratic, anti-democratic, counter-majoritarian party that would be perfectly happy to establish some kind of apartheid in this country. They are actively trying to destroy our democracy. If they win back the House in 2022, it would be fatal to the American experiment. I wouldn't be surprised if they make Donald, two years before the presidential election, speaker of the house. And then there will never be another Democrat allowed to win an election.

DER SPIEGEL: Do you really believe that?

"The Democrats don't understand the seriousness of the threat. They are playing by rules in a rulebook that the Republicans lit on fire. There are no rules anymore."

Trump: We see it happening already. Last year, there were 155 million presidential votes cast in this country. There have been maybe 36 cases of voter fraud, which is a vanishingly small number. And yet, we've got hundreds of voter suppression laws in place or being pushed by the Republicans. If the Democrats lose the House and/or the Senate in the 2022 midterms, it's over. It is over.

DER SPIEGEL: You don't think the U.S. democracy is resilient?

Trump: The way this country is structured is inherently anti-democratic.

DER SPIEGEL: What do you mean?

Trump: The U.S. Constitution is not a democratic document. For example, we currently have a 50-50 split in the Senate, but the 50 Republican senators represent 40 million less people than the 50 Democratic senators – because the constitution gives every state two senate seats, no matter how populous.

Trump supporters in Washington, D.C. on Jan. 6: "It was probably one of the best days of his life. The worse it got, the happier he was." Foto: Shay Horse / NurPhoto / Getty Images

DER SPIEGEL: In your new book, you write: "The ugly history of our country is filled with sordid, barbaric and inhuman acts committed by average citizens which were encouraged or at least condoned by the highest levels of government. To deny this history means to deny our national trauma." That's a devastating judgement – how did you come to that conclusion?

Trump: If there's one thing Americans are very good at, it's perpetuating myths about ourselves.

DER SPIEGEL: For instance?

Trump: One of the most astonishing things this country got away with was portraying itself as a beacon of democracy during World War II, while at the same time an entire population of people was being held in what was essentially a closed, fascist state in the South. Black Americans who served their country came home only to be lynched because they had the audacity to wear the uniform. Part of that is also that people think that the North were the good guys. But a large percentage of Northerners were really racist, too, and perfectly happy to have Blacks freed, but did not want them to have any political power, so they decided that it was more expedient to make common cause with the former Confederates than with the freed men and women.

DER SPIEGEL: Isn't the way of looking at U.S. history changing rapidly?

Trump: The right is doing everything to make sure that Americans continue to stay ignorant about their own history. Imagine if post-World War II Germany hadn't taken the steps that it has taken.

DER SPIEGEL: Not all Germans back then were too excited about that, either.

Trump: That's a good point. It requires the political will. We let people off the hook for flying the Confederate flag because they claim it's just about their Southern history. But they know what it means. It means that they are completely on board with white people owning black people.

DER SPIEGEL: Is the U.S. still a racist country?

Trump: If you're a white adult American, it's almost impossible not to be racist because of the media environment we grow up in, our families or our friends' families, the influences of our education. But when you become an adult, you need to take responsibility for that stuff. If we don't acknowledge it, then it's never going to change. But it's very hard to acknowledge that.

DER SPIEGEL: How much do you blame your uncle for that?

Trump: I blame him for the fact that it's becoming more and more acceptable to be openly racist. What Donald did was prove that racism is a successful platform when you run for office in this country. People like him are out there very openly being racist and white supremacist, and they're getting tens of millions of people to vote for them because either they agree with them or they don't have a problem with it because lower taxes are more important. We're in a really dangerous place.

"The Republicans are an autocratic, anti-democratic, counter-majoritarian party that would be perfectly happy to establish some kind of apartheid in this country."

DER SPIEGEL: Do you also blame him for the disastrous COVID-19 situation here last year?

Trump: That's been one of the worst things for me to deal with. Knowing that your uncle is responsible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people is not a good feeling. That many died in exactly the same circumstances my father did, alone, because my uncle, who could have gone to the hospital to be with my dad, rather went to the movies. So, that's been really, really hard. Because of his incompetence and his cruelty we're still struggling with this. Because of his encouragement of the unvaccinated and his failure to model decent behavior, which he is incapable of doing. It's just a kick in the teeth.

DER SPIEGEL: Wasn't he one of the first to get vaccinated?

Trump: Secretly! Everybody in the family got vaccinated. They're all vaccinated. Imagine how people are going to react when they find out that they've all been betrayed and the people they put their faith in lied to them for political expediency.

DER SPIEGEL: Psychologically, how do you get people to admit they've lived a lie for so long?

Trump: It's hard. I don't hold out hope for most of these people. I really don't.

DER SPIEGEL: That sounds rather pessimistic.

Trump: I am bizarrely a quite optimistic person. Maybe that took a hit over the last couple of years. But I am pretty much an optimist. I haven't given up hope.

DER SPIEGEL: Yet the next Trump generation seems ready. Do you expect your cousin, Donald Jr., or your cousin Ivanka, to run for political office?

Trump: No.

DER SPIEGEL: Why not?

Trump: My uncle is such a buffoon, but he does have charisma. If you met him, for the first 10 seconds you would see it. After that, you would realize that he's a total psychopath, but a lot of people are very susceptible to his kind of charisma. Donald Jr. and Ivanka don't have any of that. They don't survive politically without him. They don't survive in business without him. No, I don't see that. Hopefully, they'll all end up in jail.

DER SPIEGEL: What's next for you?

Trump: My next book will not be about my uncle. I'm taking a break. Never write a book about trauma while you're still being actively traumatized.

DER SPIEGEL: Ms. Trump, we thank you for this interview.

— Mary Trump's latest book, "The Reckoning: Our Nation's Trauma and Finding a Way To Heal," was published in August by St. Martin's Press. The book has also been published in German translation by Heyne Verlag.

— Mary Trump, 56, holds a doctorate in psychology and has known the former president since childhood. Her father Fred Trump, Jr., Donald Trump's older brother, died in 1981. Her first book, "Too Much and Never Enough," about her uncle became a bestseller in the United States in 2020.

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Exiting the vampires' palace: The tabloids are angry because Harry revealed how it works

You're not meant to explain how the gossip gets made.

Mic Wright

7 hr ago

The British Royal Family, the Captain Renault in Casablanca of repressed and repressive families, is shocked! shocked! to find out that bad parenting was going on in there. Prince Harry’s decision to talk about parenting — his experience of it and approach to it — on the Armchair Expert podcast has sent the firm and its frenemies in the tabloid press into a frenzy.

But the real issue is not that Harry discussed his relationship with his father or the fact that coldness permeates the parenting style of the royal family from top to bottom, it’s that he continues to unpick the devil’s bargain between the monarchy and tabloid press. It’s a deal that’s epitomised by the headline and sub-deck over pictures of William and Kate in yesterday’s Daily Mail:

Here’s how to do it, Harry!

William and Kate get stuck in with a day of play — and pets — for Mental Health Awareness Week…

On the previous page, the paper castigates Harry for choosing to “broadcast his pain again”. So there’s how you do it to get the approval of the tabloid press:

Don’t actually talk about mental health issues, just goon around for the cameras and make sure you tolerate The Mail on Sunday publishing creepy calendars full of pictures of your children. That’s the deal.

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@arusbridger

Sometimes, when Prince Harry says sensible things (eg this morning about parenting), it would be nice if journalists discussed what he said rather than whether he has pissed off the Royals or Meghan put him up to it

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The quote that’s really angered the newspapers is not one you see plastered in the headlines or dropped into huge pull quotes. It’s the moment early on in the Armchair Expert episode when Harry says:

I used to be fearful of it. Now, it’s almost like the same groups of people that come at it so negatively or try to turn it against you or weaponise it, and therefore prevent so many millions of people from doing so, actually encourages me to speak out more… I’m going to be vulnerable, if I get attacked for it, let’s see who’s actually attacking me and what’s their story? What’s their agenda? Who do they work for?

The tabloids — and I do include The Daily Mail among their number — are particularly aggrieved because Harry is refuting their claim that he was ‘turned’ against them and the monarchy by Meghan. He says he wanted out long before he met her and that the British press was a huge cause of that:

It’s the job, right? Grin and bear it. Get on with it. I was in my early twenties and I was thinking, ‘I don’t want this job. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be doing this. Look what it did to my mum. How am I ever going to settle down and have a wife and family, when I know it’s going to happen again?’ I’ve seen behind the curtain, I’ve seen the business model, and seen how this whole thing works and I don’t want to be a part of this.

It’s those words that are driving the tabloids even more deranged than usual. The business of celebrity gossip — and royal reporting is just celebrity gossip about one family — requires the people playing the game to pretend there is no game.

In the most privileged professional wrestling ever, Prince Harry has broken kayfabe; he is consistently choosing to tell the story behind the story, to point at the paparazzi, the columnists, the palace flunkies, and the press barons and say, “Who are they working for? And what is their agenda?”

It’s one of the things a prince is categorically not allowed to do.

That’s why a softly spoken line about how he’s trying to be a different kind of parent than his own parents and grandparents becomes “a broadside”, “a bitter attack” and “a parenting bombshell” in the hands of the tabloids.

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@nazirafzal

Having listened to Prince Harry on @ArmchairExpPod I urge you to ignore the faux Royalists (some might say Racists) who want to criticise him & through him their real target, Meghan

This is a man comfortable taking about mental health, masculinity & parenting

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Just look at how Harry’s words were trailed in yesterday’s Daily Mail:

Prince Harry yesterday launched another broadside at the Royal Family in which he appeared to suggest both his father and the Queen failed as parents.

But what did Prince Harry actually say? Well, substantial quotes — even then partial and cherry-picked — didn’t feature on the front page of the paper. You had to go digging inside to find them. Harry said:

“Isn’t life about breaking the cycle? there’s no blame. I don’t think we should be pointing the finger or blaming anybody. But…when it comes to parenting, I’ve experienced some form of pain or suffering because of the pain or suffering that perhaps my father or my parents had suffered…

… For me it comes down to awareness like I never, I never saw it, I never knew about it, and then suddenly I started to piece it all together and go, okay, so this is where he went to school, this is what happened, I know this bit about his life. I also know that’s connected to his parents, so that means that he’s treating me this way that he was treated which means, how can I change that for my own kids? And, well, here I am.”

It hardly reads as a broadside or a condemnation of his parents or grandparents. It comes across even less like that if you listen to the podcast to hear the tone of Harry’s words and place them within the context of the conversation. But context isn’t king for the tabloids, it’s not even allowed into the palace. Context lives out the back, milks the cows, and waits for a regime change.

In 1994, when Prince Charles was 46, 10 years old than Prince Harry is now, he spoke to Jonathan Dimbleby for an authorised biography and a notorious documentary. As The Independent reported at the time:

It is abundantly clear that Prince Charles did not feel the affect of a loving father and mother, and that he considers his parents, in the words of the child psychologist Bruno Bettelheim, to have been not 'good enough'.

Dimbleby, with Prince Charles's approval, accuses the Queen of being physically and emotionally distant. But his deepest anger is reserved for the Duke of Edinburgh, who is described as 'harsh', 'hectoring' and deeply irked by his son's solemn and over-sensitive nature.

Prince Charles blames his father for sending him to Gordonstoun, the Scottish public school, where he was beaten up, bullied and abused, and he accuses Prince Philip of forcing him into marriage with a woman he scarcely knew and never loved.

But with Prince Philip now dead, the Queen in her final years, and Prince Charles set to succeed her as King Charles, all that stuff is meant to be stuffed back into the wardrobe. The story is that Harry and Meghan are bad and William and Kate are good and anything that complicates that picture is ignored.

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So instead we get stories about how shocking! Prince Harry’s mild comments actually are and outraged stories from places like The Sun about swearing:

TURN THE HEIR BLUE

Prince Harry SWEARS on podcast as he asks Dax Shepard about ‘s*** load of drugs’ and ‘getting s*** done’

Yes, The Sun that leers over women daily and writes lasciviously about “romps” is too chickens*** to write the word “shit” out in full and pretends that the Royal Family themselves don’t swear like navvies when they’re in private.

Meanwhile, in The Daily Telegraph, Royal Family sources — the same family who forced Prince Harry to walk in public beside his mother’s coffin when he was just 12, remember — decry him for his “woeful lack of compassion”. And, of course, the issue of swearing is brought up:

And aside from the highly personal content, royal sources suggested that the family was disappointed by the foul language used during the expletive-strewn 90-minute interview.

There’s nothing but compassion in the interview, but focusing on the ‘rude’ words and implying criticisms that simply aren’t there is just part of the tabloid game. They are livid with Prince Harry for making it clear that the dirty deal with the press was a huge part of what made him leave.

It’s not that Prince Harry is talking that so angers the tabloids, but that he is talking about them and the things they do; that one of his examples of times he felt helpless is being in a car with his mother and being chased by paparazzi. Royals saying quotable things is part of “the business model” but royals talking frankly about the poisonous role of the British press in public life is not.

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Yep, Meghan, The Duchess Of Sussex made him say it all. 😂

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Sarah Vine, deploying the industrial-strength feigned ignorance which is one of her great superpowers as a columnist, wrote in The Daily Mail yesterday:

It’s clear now that Harry is someone who, for whatever reason, has come to loathe the very fabric of royal life and managed to convince himself, for all the privilege and status afforded him, his upbringing was a prolonged torture. And that is very sad and destructive…

… Far from exorcising his demons, Harry’s newfound freedom seems only to be feeding the monsters. He talks about his shoulders dropping and a weight lifting since he moved to America; but all the evidence seems to point to him becoming more, not less, unhappy.

As ever, it’s The Daily Mail delighting in gaslighting and a partial retelling of the facts, cutting itself and its rivals from the frame. What could possibly have made Prince Harry feel he was trapped in a golden cage? The media looks around and conveniently spies no mirrors. And, even if it was a cage, Sarah Vine argues, this songbird should have been grateful for the accommodation.

Curiously Vine and The Mail don’t include the section about it taking pictures of people’s children or when Prince Harry says…

…because of the way the UK media are they feel an ownership over you. Literally, a full-on ownership, and then they give an impression to… most of their readers that that is the case.

… your saying that the moment we step out of our house that it’s open season and free game, what because of public interest? There’s no public interest in you taking your kids for a walk down the beach.

… it’s this rabid feeding frenzy.

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Help me to understand why some of you all act like Prince Harry broke up with you personally.

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I’m a republican — I don’t believe the UK should have a monarchy at all — so I don’t believe the golden cage should exist. But while it does, the tabloids benefit from it and they cannot allow anyone to get away with disparaging the system. They exist not to criticise it but to defend it and feed on it.

Prince Harry cannot ‘be normal’ now or simply shut up because even if he did, the tabloid press would not respect that silence. They would tell their own stories of why he wasn’t speaking, filling the void with fictions and half-truths. In talking about parenting and pain — even from the extraordinarily unusual situation he finds himself in — Harry will help others.

And while he’s a little too fond of Californian therapy speak, the fact that he’s talking about how we can parent differently to the way our parents or grandparents did it is an unquestionably good thing.

If you only read his words pushed through the prism of the tabloid press, you’ll think he was ranting and raving about his families failings but actually, he’s saying — he knows they did their best but he wants to do better for his own children. In the abnormal world of the royals, that’s one of the most normal things anyone has said in ages…

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The Hidden Oracle+1

Chapter 9

This is not okay. / 'Pollo suddenly collapsed. / I'm begging, send help.

Apollo sighed as we walked, I spared a glance in his direction. He was shivering, I grimaced. “My coat isn't as wet as yours, and you're clearly shivering. Lets trade.”

“No.” He said immediately.

“No? Apollo your cold. I don't mind-”

“Artemis. Keep your coat. I don't need it, your cold too. Don't deny it, I can tell when your lying.”

“But-”

“Artemis.”

“Okay.. Okay fine…”

“It should be easy to get to camp right..?” Apollo asked walking towards the border.

“I doubt it. Seems like a straight path ahead, but woods are easy to get lost in. It’ll be anything but easy ‘pollo”

“Hmm... Say, Meg,” He turned to our young master.

“Yeah..?”

“I didn't get a chance to ask. It your name short for Margaret or Meghan?”

“Margaret McCaffery, but don't call me Margaret” Meg stated.

“Alright, then Meg.” He turns to me “Artie, did she agree to be a hunter?” Apollo asked.

“What..? Apollo, I can't accept hunters as a mortal.." I frowned. Could I? Its unlikely but maybe I could.. "probably cant. I didn't ask, and I'm going to wait until this is all over”

“Wait, hold up. You're telling me you didn't ask the homeless maiden to join your girl's club?” He asked incredulously.

“...Yes?”

“Slow down. Join your girl's club? What are you talking about?” Meg inquired.

“My hunters. I explained them earlier did I not?”

“Yeah but… I didn't know I could join.”

“You can't. Not right now anyway.” Meg pouted.

“Anyway,” Apollo cut in. “We can see camp from here.”

I glanced up, expecting to see the vague outlines of the buildings, but the sight in front of us was breathtaking. The camp was about 3 square miles in size, full of meadows, woods and strawberry fields. On one edge it boarded long island, and the other borders were rolling hills. Below us was a dense woods.

I always forget the beauty of this place. Beyond the woods, you could see the buildings, the cluster of twenty cabins. (You could see Apollo’s shining from here. I always ask myself why the entire building had to be gold. Yeah, it's pretty, but hard to look at sometimes) The Hearth glowed warmly from this distance. The amphitheater, The arena, the dining pavilion, and even the canoe lake were visible from here. It looked beautiful. With seeing the camp came a dull sense of comfort. We were so close to safety. The big house loomed in the distance, Chiron would be in there. We were so close, yet so far.

In the far distance, my sister's statue glistened in its full glory. The Athena Parthenos. After thousands of years it was finally where it belonged. Athena had always been my favorite sister, the hours we spent debating the best strategy for hunting certain monsters are some of my fondest memories with any of my sisters, I could feel the power from the statue from here.

Apollo probably wished the statue was of himself, but he’s like that. I looked at him again, my eyes lingering on the red marks around his nose and mouth. I caused those. I hurt him. He noticed that I was staring. “Artie. I'm fine ” He insisted. He really was shivering a lot.

“I hurt you,” I said miserably.

He looked up at me, frowning. “You protected me.” He countered, he sounded completely sure of himself. I envy his confidence sometimes.

“Not well enough!” I took a step back, If I had protected him we should have never been in that situation in the first place. If I had protected him we would still be gods on Olympus and none of this would have happened. Nothing he said would change that.

“But you did protect me. I would have breathed in that smog and died if not for you. Alright? You did fine”

Before I could argue, Meg spoke. “How come I’ve never heard about this place? Do you need tickets?”

“It's a secret haven for demigods” I responded, forcing my voice to stay steady. Apollo glanced at me sideways. Our conversation certainly wasn't over yet. “The magical borders keep mortals and monsters out. It's safe here. Humans would only see farmland, and if they come in they will find themselves wondering out-”

“I ordered a pizza one time!” Apollo blurted out. I stared at him for a long moment before I found myself laughing. Actually laughing. I had forgotten how pleasent laughing is.

“Did you now brother? Tell us the story of the time you ordered a Pizza.”

Apollo stared at me before he smiled brightly. The first actual smile I had seen from him all day. It was good to know he was still capable of it in these dire circumstances.

“Well, it was… what? 8 years ago? I was at the camp, I had gotten quite the offering to heal this girl. And after I had finished, these two Hermes kids, looked like they might be twins but they certainly weren't, they asked what would happen if they ordered a pizza. And as it turns out, no one ever tried that before. So bam! I take out my phone and dial for pizza. They seem a bit iffy about sending the guy all this way, but I'm a god, I convinced them. So then this mortal guy, ends up so lost, appearing randomly on edges of camp, He kept trying to get in but the wards didn't know how to handle it, so it was hilarious. Anyway, yeah. I could probably go into more detail but that's the jist of it.” As he spoke his voice gained back some enthusiasm. I smiled.

Before anyone could speak, Peaches took a mouthful of dirt. Then spit it back up. Yes, peach demon. Dirt tastes bad. How surprising.

“He doesn’t like the taste of this place,” Meg said.

“No kidding. It's dirt.” I stated pointedly stepping around the prechewed soil. Apollo snickered.

“Maybe at camp, we can get him some plant fertilizer to eat. I’ll try to convince the demigods to allow him in, They let in a hellhound dog, what's the difference between that and a dirt munching peach toddler? but it would be helpful if he doesn’t bite their heads off” Apollo studied Peaches, the fruit being clung to Meg as it muttered something about peaches.

“Something doesn’t feel right.” Meg started chewing her nails. A bad habit. “Those woods…Percy said they were wild and enchanted and stuff.”

“No kidding.” I deadpanned. “My hunters complained about it.” Trying to get them into camp was a nightmare. But, in all honesty, being in the forest felt more natural than the city. “Come on, the woods aren't that bad!” I was already beginning to recognize where animals had recently been. Apollo looked apprehensive, I smiled at him. He has always felt out of place- No… that's too strong of a statement. Uneasy? Yeah, I’ll go with that. Apollo has always felt uneasy in forests, being surrounded by trees brings back some painful memories for him. Painful memories that shouldn't be poked at.

He stumbled over roots and plants. I laughed under my breath. This is what I lived to do. Make my way through dense forests, hunting with my maidens, living life in the wilderness. I hardly struggled with making my way forward. But Meg and Apollo? My young master and brother could hardly make their way forward through the greenery.

“Artie! How do you walk through this.. This mess so easily? It's like walking through spaghetti!”

“Do you want to know how?” Both nodded, eager to learn my secrets.

“Practice. Hundreds of years of practice.” Apollo groaned and Meg looked annoyed.

Apollo was looking around like he expected the Dryads to lunge out of the trees and strangle him. He got this pained look in his eyes and I knew what he was thinking about. I slowed down to match my pace with his.

He looked at me, I smiled weakly, wanting to reach out and just pull away the thoughts of Daphne. Gods... I still want to strangle Eros for what he did to my brother. Daphne’s death absolutely destroyed him. For hundreds of years, he seemed like he was always on the edge of tears. Then came Hyacinthus and he was happy and then Zepheros came and killed him.

I would have torn him limb from limb if not for the fact he was under Eros’s protection. I couldn't have him hurting Apollo any more than he already has.

It took years for him to even become a semblance of happy again. And here we were, nearly 3000 years later and he still nearly breaks into tears whenever they are mentioned.

I attempted to meet his gaze but he shifted his eyes away “You okay?” I asked quietly, hoping he would respond.

He stared at the ground, stumble walking over roots and brush. “I’ll be fine Artie..” He murmured, still not looking up.

“Okay. Just.. tell me if you want to rest a bit okay?” Code for: If being surrounded by dryads gets top overwhelming we can take a break.

Meg watched out whole exchange wordlessly.

We hiked for what felt like hours, and my mortal body was starting to get hungry. Normally, Apollo could navigate by the sun and me the moon, but the canopy was so thick we couldn't see the sky.

I realized we had passed the same boulder 3 times. Not even I can hike flawlessly it seems.

“Don't you have any hiking skills? Reading Tracks-”

“Yes. Yes, that is literally what I do. But this forest is enchanted… And as it seems, not even I can navigate it flawlessly.”

“Maybe Peaches can help.” Yes. What a wonderful idea. Ask the demon peach baby for directions. Meg turned to her karpos. “Hey, can you find us a way out of the woods?”

For the past few miles, Peches had gotten quite nervous. Muttering peachy warnings under his breath. His face flushed bright green. He made a scared barking squawk sound, then dissolved in a swirl of leaves.

Meg shot to her feet. “Where’d he go?”

It was nowhere in sight. Megs summon must have only had so much time. Or He’d sensed danger and abandoned us. The latter was more likely. Though meg had grown attached to the peach demon, I didn't want to hurt her. (But we god's got attached to humans, so I had no room to judge.)

“Perhaps he went scouting,” Apollo suggested. “Perhaps we should—”

My brother's hands flew to his forehead and he stumbled back, his eyes widening. He looked like someone had slapped him,

“Apollo?” I stepped forward uncertainty. “What's wrong?” He made a gasping sound, he whimpered stumbling over to me.

“Assist me, sister, we cannot remain here.” My eyes just about bugged out from my head. He only reverted to old English when something was seriously wrong. Or when he was trying to be sophisticated or really angry. But I doubted the two latter

“What's going on?” I demanded.

“Just- let's go!” He grabbed my wrist, dragging me forward. We fled blindly until we reached a significantly clear stream over a bed gravel.

“Apollo, we can't go through the water, we’ll freeze-” That fact did not deter him. He waded shin-deep into the ice cold stream before he fell to his knees. A pitiful yell bubbling through his lips.

I didn't have much of a choice now did I? I ran in after him, the water was so cold it felt like needles biting into my skin. Meg was not far behind. “Brother, you need to get up-”

“You didn't…? You didn't hear it..?” I felt my stomach drop to my feet, hear what?

This eerily reminded of a memory I still had from thousands of years ago. When Apollo first became the god of prophecy, the first prophecies he delivered made him physically sick, he didn't know how to channel them into tangible ideas and words. But of course, that was thousands of years ago. But it did remind me of that.

“Hear what!” Meg asked.

Apollo didn’t respond. Instead, he cried out in pain and collapsed face first into the stream.

So it looks like I'm carrying him. “Help me lift him.” Meg and I pulled him from the stream and I stumble-dragged him across the water. We set him on the ground. Apollo was shivering violently. I pulled his sodden coat off and threw mine over him. Good thing we didnt swap earlier.

“What did you hear. Don't go crazy on us.” My voice was serious. He laughed hysterically, I felt my own heartbeat start to pick up as goosebumps crawled up my arms. Why was this happening? He was fine! A few broken ribs, but this isn't warranted! I felt my blood run cold as I came to a shocking realization. What if the Nosoi had poisoned him? That was the only answer I could think of.

“I.. I heard..”

Before he could finish his face screwed up in pain, a violent shudder running through him. He audibly whimpered. Steam started rising from his clothes and I wanted to scream and cry and curse at Zeus. If the Nosoi DID poison him, there was a good chance he would get worse very quickly. His eyes glazed over and his mouth hung ajar.

All I could hear was the blood screaming in my ears. I found myself shaking him awake, telling him to get up. I couldn't lose him. I need him. I can’t do this alone.

I was blind to my panic.

I wouldn't watch him die.

I wouldn't watch my baby brother die.

Meg shoved me and slapped him. Hard. “GET UP!” She yelled. That seemed to break through his trance, he sat up, and immediately started retching. He vomited, I dragged him to his feet after a moment. He made a weak sound of protest. “Meg, help me carry him.” She rushed to his other side. He murmured something under his breath. I didn't catch what. He was pale, and his shivering only grew more violent as we stumbled along. He suddenly started giggling, it sounded wrong. Unnatural even.

“Keep it together brother. Please. We’ll get to camp soon, okay?” He didn't respond, instead, his head lolled to the side as he passed in and out of consciousness. My palms were sweaty, my steps misplaced, and I was terrified we were too far to get him to camp quick enough.

“We need to get him to camp, right now,” I told Meg. From the steam rising from his clothes and the heat burning through his clothes, I assumed he was running a high fever of 106 or so. Dangerously high. He only woke up to laugh hysterically, as we stumbled forward he finally went completely limp in our arms, his eyes rolling back into his head. My heartbeat steadily rose, but I had to stay calm. I had to get him to safety.

As we were running, my foot got caught in a dip in the ground, I stumbled forward, my ankle twisting, pain shot up my leg for a moment, It took a lot to ignore it, but we had to get him to safety. I bore most of his weight. Finally, finally we reached the edge of camp. We exited the woods by a campfire where a group of teens were making smores, as soon as they saw us they went for there weapons. “DEMIGODS!” I screamed, not even bothering to mask the panic in my voice. “I AM ARTEMIS. WE ARE IN DIRE NEED OF ASSISTANCE”

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Cherry Blossoms (ch.11)

Chapter 11

Baekhyun and I had avoided every chance of meeting after that day. One day as I was about to enter the vocal training room I heard voices, and the thing that caught my attention was my name being mentioned.

“… that’s after Y/N. Kyungsoo, he’s hardly ever getting out of his room. He doesn’t go out, he mechanically eats and immediately leaves, has declined every occasion that called for an outing. I just don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve tried everything.”, The voice talking was exceptionally deep, so I knew it was Chanyeol.

“What about?… You know?” Kyungsoo asked after a very long pause.

“Nope. Nothing. Not even once. Which is why it’s making this even more strange! He’s not like this. These situations have never affected him before.”

I contemplated a lot before entering. After taking in a deep breath, I knocked and entered.

“Hello Kyungsoo sunbae, Chanyeol sunbae.” I greeted, pushing open the door.

My sudden appearance astounded them, both blankly staring at me for a second.

“Oh hi!” Said Chanyeol after gauging my presence in the room.

“Y/N, today I can’t train you, I’ve some other arrangements. But someone will come. Why don’t you sit and practice. You can use the recording room.” Kyungsoo said after standing up to leave. Chanyeol gathered some papers and left after a couple of minutes too. Having the room to myself, millions of thoughts ran through my head. It’d been so long since I had seen Baekhyun. It was hard. I had grown attached to him. At one point, I reconsidered dating him just to be with him for a while, whether it hurt me or no in the end.

The door suddenly creaked, grabbing my attention and disrupting my trail of thought. I stood up when I saw Baekhyun opening the door. We met eyes for a second before he closed the door again without entering. Sudden adrenaline rush in my body made me act, I rushed to the door and opened it again to find him walking back slowly.

“Baekhyun sunbae!” I called out.

He stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to face me.

“Sorry I didn’t know you were inside.”, He replied.

“Why did you leave? It’s not my room.”

“Um. Yeah. Err okay. Let’s go.”

We went inside the room and sat on the two furthest chairs. He didn’t look at me at all. Deciding to break the tension, I spoke first.

“So how’s the project you were working on, going?”

“Good. We’ve made some progress.”

“ Sunbae..”

“Listen, Y/N, you needn’t worry about me. Like you said, I’m a guy who has women around them at all times. I won’t deny it. I’m like that. And honestly, now that you have mentioned it, you’re right. I can’t be sure that I can love you the way you’d want me to. I might change my mind. I always have in the end. I can’t destroy you knowing that you might be hurt beyond repair. So, this is good. I’m okay with it. I hope you find someone better. Someone who can keep you happy. I can’t.”

My mind blocked out everything else as I heard him. Somehow I knew things were bad between us, but I guess I always wanted something to mend it. I hoped someday it would be okay. Or maybe like the guys in a drama, he’d still want me. This was beyond my expectation. I couldn’t feel anything, but my heart was beating too fast as though my mind wanted me to run away from this mortal danger of the situation I found myself in. He didn’t look at me as he spoke and without giving a glance, he got up to leave.

I felt too dizzy. Why did these things always happen with me? I felt too ill to sit there. I wanted to sleep. After reaching the dorm, I texted Hye Jin about my whereabouts and got into bed. I fell asleep soon.

“Here, eat this.”

“Thanks. Is she okay now?”

“Seems so. At least she’s not burning.”

I could hear voices when I opened my eyes.

“Y/N! You’re up!” exclaimed Hye Jin.

“Y/N, are you okay?” I found yonghwa at the foot of the bed.

“Yes, I am. What happened to me?”

“You had a fever. When I got home I wanted to wake you up to eat but you were so hot. I panicked. So I called Yong.” , explained Hye Jin.

“Y/N, if you weren’t well, you should have gone to the infirmary.”

“I was okay when I got here. Just tired.”, I justified.

Baekhyun’s words kept creeping up on me now and then after that day. He seemed so sure that he couldn’t be with me the way I wanted him, that it would break me into tears out of the blue. Usually, these episodes would happen in front of yonghwa and he’d be flabbergasted. He never tried to enquire about it though. He’d just give me tissues and at times pat my back. I’m sure he knew why I behaved the way I did.

All throughout vocal lessons, Baekhyun would completely avoid me, sitting with the others. Ji ah would occasionally try to drag him around though. He didn’t seem too interested. Was it because he found someone else already?

“You, Baekhyun, you can do it with Y/N.”, Kyungsoo said, after a successful practice session one evening, assigning duets for the upcoming college fest.

Both our heads snapped in Kyungsoo’s direction, who on the other hand, didn’t seem to find it strange.

“Kyungsoo, I’m sure she’d want to do it with you.”, Baekhyun spoke up.

“Y/N, do you have a problem with singing with Baekhyun? I don’t think you should.”, Kyungsoo asked nodding in my direction.

“Err… no…” I stuttered.

“It’s done then.” Said Kyungsoo, closing his book, “ partners can find time on their own to practice. For the next two weeks prior to the fest, the music room will be open till late.”

I looked at Baekhyun and found him looking at me with a blank expression. It was so evident he didn’t want to do the performance with me. Maybe if I spoke to Chanyeol sunbae…

“It’s okay y/n, woman up. It’s not even your fault what are you so worried about? Just practice and come back. Go!” ,Hye Jin said as she tried to insert some courage into my cowardly veins.

I geared up and entered the room at the time he had asked for us to meet ( he didn’t even text me, he asked Jongdae to send the message to Hye Jin to let me know.). He was already there, on his piano. Practicing a piece that sounded so blissful that I stood at the door for too long. I knocked before I entered and closed the door behind me.

“Hey.. sit.” He said.

Earlier, ‘sit’ would always be on the bench beside him. Now? 'sit’ seemed to be on a chair far away.

“Um.. Kyungsoo already chose a song for us.. I think you know it.. it’s called 'Like I’m gonna lose you’ by Meghan Trainor and John legend.”

“ Yeah I do know. It’s a beautiful song.”

“The first verse is you.. wanna give it a try first?”

His fingers glided over the keys playing the intro, looking up to meet my eyes.

I found myself dreaming, silver and gold, a scene from the movie, that every broken heart knows. We’re walking in the moonlight,you pull me close. Split second and you disappeared and then I was all alone.. Woke up in tears with you by my side….

So I’m gonna love you… like I’m gonna lose you…

And he continued,

So I’ll kiss you longer baby Any chance that I get I’ll make the most of the minutes and love with no regrets…

“It sounds good.” I said when he stopped.

“Yeah. We do sound good together.” He smiled at me, our eyes were on each other a little too long, when i looked away.

“Sunbae, can you fix my vibrato? There are quite a few of them..”

The rest of the day passed with us singing. We almost forgot about the whole awkwardness. He was being his playful self and teased me every time I made a mistake.

“Dinner?” , He asked, as he locked up the room, “I mean only if you want to… you know.. eat with me.”

“I’m starving.” I said, smiling widely at him.

“Well, for my little famished friend, I have the perfect place in mind.”

He took me to a cute little restaurant that was too cozy and inviting to refuse walking into. The whole shack was filled with delicious smells. This time, he ordered a noodle dish. I thought the awkwardness had left us, but here we were, sitting across each other with having very little to say. Both a little too glad when the food arrived. We spoke a little about the food but mostly ate in silence.

“It’s getting chilly…”, I said as we walked back to my dorm.

“This is chilly for you? It’s going to get way worse for you then.”

“It’s really warm where I come from.”

“Then you better stock up on warm clothes. Winter here is a little bitch at times.”

“I will keep that in mind. Thanks.”, I laughed.

After we reached the dorm, I said , “ thank you sunbae.”

“It’s okay coffee.. I mean.. y/n. Wow, that name really stuck with me. Haha.”

Looking at him, too many memories flooded my brain. His gaze wouldn’t let me move. We almost leaned in towards each other when his phone rang a little too loudly in the silent night. Both of us were flustered at the sound.

“I should go.”, He said.

“Yeah, it’s late.”

The two weeks leading to the performance drew closer and inversely proportional to it, was my anxiety. I had never performed in front of a handful of people let alone the entire University. I had fleeting moments when I would want to give up altogether, but Baekhyun would convince me that it wouldn’t be as bad as I thought it would be.

“What if no sound comes out of me?”, I nervously asked.

“What the.. why won’t it? Well, you know what, I’ll cover for you. Relax!”

“You’re lying. What if I go out of tune?”

“I’ll harmonize.”, He said shrugging his shoulders.

He put his hands on my shoulders and said, “listen, I’ll be right beside you. I’ll help you. Plus we’ve rehearsed enough y/n. You’re good!”

I looked up at him.

“You trust me?” he asked.

I nodded timidly.

“You’ll be fine.”, he beamed.

Half hour for the music club’s performances. Please queue up. The organizers informed. I felt like my heart was in my mouth. Where was Baekhyun anyway? Did he leave me alone? What if Kyungsoo asked me to perform by myself? If that happens, I’m going to run…..

“Hey.” , I felt a tap on my back. As I turned around and there he was. He looked like a prince. It was so different than what I saw everyday. He was dressed in a black and white checked suit complete with a bowtie. I always thought that his ultra cute looks would have women swooning all over him without him even trying, but this was just… indescribable.

“I assume I look good?” He smirked. “You look too much of a princess yourself as well, may I add.”

“I thought you went AWOL.”

“I’d never do that. You know that.”

“Y/N!” , I found Yong Hwa approaching us. “Wow. You look beautiful.”

Hye Jin had dressed me in a pretty dress that she owned. It was black lace and came up to my knees.

“Thanks Yong. You look nice too! Formal suits you!”

“Haha. Thanks. Excited?”

“Excited? More like nervous.”

“You’ll do well. I know it. Anyways, I gotta go now. Bye. Good luck!”, He said kissing my cheek. I felt Baekhyun stiffen by me as Yong left.

“I didn’t know anyone could kiss you.”, He whispered with a straight face.

“Yong is my best friend.”

“Even has a nickname.”

Before I could answer, Jongdae lined us up for the performance. We were supposed to start first. When it was time to step onto the stage, I felt my heartbeat quicken and my body stiffen and chill. When Baekhyun didn’t find me behind him, he quickly jogged towards me.

“Y/N, c'mon. We start soon.”, he quickly muttered.

“Sunbae, I can’t. I’m.. I feel sick….”

“Hey. Look at me.. you’ll be fine. Just come out..” he pulled my arm.

“No. No. Sunbae. You don’t get it! I can't….. sing. I’m sorry. I can’t.”, tears brimming in my eyes as I stammered.

“Coffee. Look at me.”, taking my cheeks between his hands, he levelled our eyes, “I’m here. C'mon. Just look at me. Calm down first. Breathe.”

I blocked out the noise, the heat and the people. The warmth of his hands was spreading throughout.

“Hold my hand.” He stretched out his hand and held mine, “You’ll be fine. Just look at me.”

He guided me out onto the stage. The crowd was screaming. I clutched his hand tighter and felt the fear creeping up again. He pulled me close again, “Coffee, hey, listen. It’s just another practice. Nail it.”, he whispered.

He signalled Hye Jin who was on the piano, and Chanyeol on the guitar. The music started and I felt like my voice wouldn’t come out. And as I feared, I missed the cue. Hye Jin and Chanyeol, confused, stopped playing. The crowd was already booing at us.

“Coffee!”, Baekhyun pulled my arm, “don’t look at them. Eyes on me, okay?

He signalled Chanyeol to begin again. The music rang in the arena once again, my eyes fixed on Baekhyun, my palm tightly clutching his, he nodded at me to start and I took a deep breath to begin.

“I found myself dreaming In silver and gold Like a scene from a movie That every broken heart knows…..”

I was singing. My voice booming in the loud space. Baekhyun still had his gaze fixed on me and nodded along with the music. As I approached the ending of the first verse, I felt his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of my palm. He was beaming at me when he started his own verse. The knot in my stomach loosened as we neared the ending. The crowd cheered and clapped when we finished. As we left the stage, I felt immensely grateful to him. We were still holding hands. It was just an instantaneous action when I turned around to hug him backstage. He hugged me back, and patted my head.

“Wow, you really were nervous, I can feel your heart beating crazy.” he grinned.

“Thank you, sunbae.”

He didn’t say anything, but I felt him smile. We broke away, when Hye Jin ran towards us.

“It’s okay! You sounded so amazing, like, you have no idea!!! Dude, it was, wow! And sunbae, OMG! I knew you’re a lead singer of the group, but, damn.” Hye Jin rambled in one breath.

“Thanks Hye Jin. Brilliantly played by the way, I did notice that you made one tiny mistake, but I like how you made certain improvisations adding in your style.”, Baekhyun complimented.

After the whole program, we were told that there’s a party organised by the student council celebrating a successful fest.

The whole space was decorated with extravagant lights and colours. A DJ rocking up the music with popular beats with unfamiliar music. To my surprise, it was Chanyeol, grooving with the spunky beats. What couldn’t the man do?

“Y/N! C'mon let’s dance.” Hye Jin pulled me onto the dance floor. We giggled and did the worst moves in the history of mankind. Soon we were exhausted.

“Water?”, I screamed at Hye Jin through the loud atmosphere.

“Yeah!!!” She nodded.

Pushing my way through the crowd, I found a couple of my classmates. As I spoke to them, my eyes rested on a white checkered suit, surrounded by girls, all of them laughing. Baekhyun seemed to enjoy himself. He was right, he can’t just be with me. It’s too out of his demeanor. He saw me glaring at him from across the room and his smile immediately disappeared. Feeling a little too brave, I grabbed a bottle of alcohol that my friend was holding and drank it (Thankfully there wasn’t much in it). I tried to find Hye Jin to continue dancing and enjoy the night without thinking about Baekhyun. I bumped into Jongin,Sehun and couple of their friends instead, who were also part of the music club, but I scarcely saw them.

“Oh Y/N right? You were good back there!”, Jongin said animatedly. Clearly he was tipsy.

“I don’t think we’ve met?” Sehun extended his hand towards me.

“Ah. No. We haven’t.” The alcohol was burning in my throat. Was it supposed to feel this way?

“You’re beautiful Y/N.”

“Thank you Sehun! You’re really handsome, a little too much for me to handle.”, I laughed.

What the hell was I doing? I knew I shouldn’t be saying this, but I couldn’t control my mouth.

“Haha. Really? I’m honoured. Say y/n, would you like to get out of here? It’s too noisy, don’t you think?” He gestured.

“It’s really noisy! But I’m here with my roommate!” I said, looking around to find her.

Sehun grabbed my hand, “it’s okay, she won’t need you.”

A danger signal was going off in my head, but why the hell was I smiling?!

The next moment, I felt someone’s arm around my waist.

“Y/N, babe, where were you? Had me looking all over the place.” Baekhyun said, placing a kiss on my head.

“Ah, hyung.”, Sehun sighed, letting go of my hand. “I didn’t know she was yours.”

Baekhyun just smiled at him.

“I’m not…”, I protested.

“Let’s go, babe. I wanted you to meet someone.”, Baekhyun dragged me before I could finish my sentence.

“Let go, sunbae! I was talking to him!” I pulled my arm.

“Coffee what the hell? Did you drink? Do you know him? How careless can you get?” he snapped.

“Why? Why do you care? You can go around flirting with women, but I can’t even talk to one?” I fumed.

“Is this what that was about? You were trying to get back at me? I was just talking to them. I wasn’t getting their numbers or something.”

“Well, I was trying to get his. So let me go.”

“Y/N!” , He roared. “Don’t! Don’t do this! I can’t bare to see it.”

I suddenly felt tired and tears began brimming in my eyes.

“Sunbae. What do you want from me? You won’t stay with me. You won’t let me do anything. When I try to forget you, you interfere, making it worse.”

“I want you. I only said that because I thought that’s what you wanted. I want you to be with me.” he mumbled.

“I can’t trust you.”

“Fine. You tell me how I can win it back. I’ll do it all.”

“Really?”

“Coffee I’ve never wanted to be with someone twice. But I can’t seem to let you go. I can’t watch you be with someone else. Feeling jealous over a girl because she’s close to other guys? That’d be a first for me. It pisses me off when I see Yong Hwa touching you. Or you being too close with Chanyeol. It makes me mad. I need you.”

“Will you do everything I say?”, I sniffed.

“Everything. You name it. It’s done.”

“Don’t flirt with other girls.”

“Do I look crazy to you? I’ll never even look at them. What else?”

“Don’t hang out with other girls alone.” , I said after pondering a lot.

“I won’t.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“Coffee.”, He held my face between his palms again. “I promise, to never hurt you again. You have no idea what I feel for you.”

I melted at his touch. Burying my head in his chest, I hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me and we stood like that for a minute, taking in each other’s presence for real.

It felt too good to be true. He was surreal. And so was this moment.

Back at the party. Baekhyun went on stage. “ For the one in my heart.” , he smiled at me once and sang.

“Beautiful girls all over the world I could be chasing but my time would be wasted They got nothin’ on you baby Nothin’ on you baby They might say hi and I might say hey But you shouldn’t worry about what they say 'Cause they got nothin’ on you baby Nothin’ on you baby…”

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xbarrjallenx · 8 years ago

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Leave Me Breathless

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: “68 & 73 with Zach Dempsey?? If just one number than just 68 :,) <3.”

Prompt:

68. “Your girlfriend would hate me even more.” 73. “Where did you get that hickey?”

Word count: 1.695

Posted: 09th of May 2017

A/N: This is the first request that I got for my personal prompt list and I must say that I had fun on writing this. These prompts helped me to write these requests faster. In fact, I already have another two drafts from my prompt requests. I am so excited to write them all and there are still some numbers left, so don’t hesitate to request. Thank you for this request and for the others that I received.

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests as I have more than 50 prompts to write. I am so sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: slightly swearing, betraying

“Hey (Y/N)!” Your best friend Zach softly greeted you as he entered the school library. He put his backpack on the large desk in front of him and took the seat beside you.

“Wow, Zachary Dempsey in the library!” You mocked while you were poking him with your pen. “Tell me, you need to meet your girlfriend here, right?”

“Uhm,” He scratched his head with a wide I’m-in-a-trouble smile. “yup.”

“I noticed.” You smiled at him, but quickly looked away as you continued writing for your Science test for the next hour.

“Did you skip History class to study?” He asked, even though he was just stating the obvious. Zach knew your timetable, although the only class you had together was Peer Communications.

“I thought it was already obvious.” You flashed him your judging face and he rolled his eyes in response. You giggled softly and Zach just huffed.

You’ve always liked Zach, but you never had the guts to tell him the truth. You were so insecure of yourself and you were afraid that he would never love you back. In fact, it broke your heart when he announced you that he started to date Meghan, one of the cheerleaders at Liberty High.

You were thankful though, because your relationship with Zach didn’t change, not even a tittle, or maybe some little things changed.

You’ve always had that more than best friends but less than lovers relationship with Zach and you were both okay with that. In fact, it never bothered you to kiss him during one of your friends’ house parties. Sometimes he would even tell you some sexual jokes, but you never pushed further than a passionate and deep French kiss. Of course, this thing has changed, because he was already dating someone and it wasn’t the right thing to cheat on his girlfriend.

“Hey, are you okay?” Zach called for your attention by waving his hand in front of you and you harshly shook your head to forget your thoughts about your best friend. You felt your cheeks burning at the thought of kissing Zach and you knew that he noticed your bright red face.

“Oh, yup.” You flashed him a sweet smile, but then you decided to stand up and head to the shelves, where Science books were located, to hide your blushing cheeks. You looked for a book that might be handy during your test and you freely released your tensed sensation.

You looked for some books while you wished that Zach didn’t follow you so you could calm yourself down.

“What the fuck!?” You loudly exclaimed as you held your chest for the shock. You saw Zach standing behind the shelves, leaning on the candid and cold wall of the library as he observed you.

“Shush!” You heard someone shouting from afar and you assumed that it was the old librarian, who sat on her computer desk near the entrance of the library.

“Sorry.” You and Zach said in unison and you slapped him using a thick textbook that you had in your hand.

“I didn’t mean to, sorry.” Zach whispered and you rolled your eyes as you stopped hitting him with the book.

“Fine.” You softly said and you decided to walk back to your place, but Zach stopped you as he held your forearm firmly. “What?”

“I miss you.” He sincerely said as you looked at your forearm, wrapped with Zach’s big hand. You knew what he meant and you obviously felt the same.

“Zach,” You pulled your forearm back and his hand fell in his side. You put the book back to the shelf as you tried to clear things with Zach. “you know that we can’t do those things, anymore.”

“I know, but I miss your lips. I miss your kisses.” He sadly confessed. He didn’t want to be a treacherous boyfriend, but the feeling was stronger than he was. He missed you a lot and the weight he had in his chest surely didn’t help him to forget your kisses. “I miss you, (Y/N).”

“Zach, I don’t want to betray people.” You looked at him and you read what his brown eyes tried to tell you. He was surely sad and he had this feeling that he was about to lose you because of the presence of his actual girlfriend. “She doesn’t deserve this.”

“I know, no one deserves this,” He unleashed a long deep sigh and he pulled you closer to him. “but I love you, (Y/N). I love you and not Meg.”

“Zach, this is so wrong. I love you too, but this is about lacking respect for someone.” You insisted, but Zach didn’t listen to you. You confessed your feelings and you were shocked for what he has just said to you, but that wasn’t the most important thing during that moment. You were about to betray someone and you couldn’t stand that feeling.

You were about to open your mouth to say something else, to start a debate between you and Zach but you suddenly felt his soft red lips on yours.

You were shocked at first, but you could never lie to yourself. You missed Zach’s kisses too and you longed for his lips every time you would see him with his girlfriend. You would always wish that he was your boyfriend.

The kiss became passionate when you responded back to his movements. He gently pushed you against the wall, behind some book shelves so people wouldn’t have the chance to see you. He held your hips tightly and you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly tiptoeing because of your height difference.

The kiss wasn’t just a normal kiss. It was one of those breathtaking kisses, those kisses that could leave you breathless.

“Zach!” You shouted whispering as you broke the kiss. The reality sank in your mind and you felt disgusting, realizing what you were doing. You slowly unwrapped your arms from his neck as you panted for the deep kiss that you just had. “Your girlfriend would hate me even more.”

“She will never know, (Y/N).” He leant in once again and he started to kiss your forehead, your temples, your cheeks and he went down to kiss your neck. He left some wet kisses on it and you wanted him to stop, but something suddenly took your voice away. Instead of barricading him, you pushed him closer to your neck and pulled his soft black hair.

You let him do what he had in his mind and you encouraged him to keep on doing it as you felt him sucking your neck hardly. You slightly let out a soft moan, it was so soft that only Zach could hear it.

It felt great, breathless just like the kiss before, but it was a little bit pungent and painful too. He bit your neck and continued marking your neck as if it was his own territory.

“Zach?” Your eyes shot open as you heard Meghan’s voice and you slightly pushed Zach away. The tranquil paradise that you were imagining has been changed by the loud and deafening shouts of hell.

Zach rolled his eyes and huffed against your skin. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine and you smiled at him. He caressed the love bite that he has just left and he smirked at you.

“Idiot.” You shook your head and you tiptoed to give him a quick peck on his lips. He was shocked, but then smiled at you. You liked what you did, although you felt horrible. You really felt horrible.

“Naughty.” He whispered and you winked at him. You made your way back through the shelves and grabbed the book that you were holding before the things between you and Zach happened.

“Hey Meg!” You cheerfully greeted as you saw her walking on the same aisle you were in. “What’s up?”

“Hey (Y/N)!” She pulled a fake smile as she greeted you. She has always hated you since she discovered that you were Zach’s best friend. It was great, wasn’t it? “Did you see Zach? His things were on the table.”

“Yeah, he was searching for something before but then I lost him.” You raised your shoulders as you lied through your teeth. You felt bad, of course, but you would never want Zach to be in a great trouble with her.

“OMG,” Her eyes grew wide as she didn’t mind your answer and you noticed that her gaze fell on your neck. “Where did you get that hickey?”

“Oh, this?” You pretended that you didn’t know what she was talking about at first, but then you pointed at the love bite that you had on your neck. Your eyes grew wide as you peeked at it and it revealed you the reddish purple colour of it, almost scarlet.

“Yes!” She smirked at you, obviously not knowing from who it was, you honestly felt sorry for the innocent girl during that moment. You saw Zach walk near the two of you, leaving a little bit of space between him and Meghan.

“Just a weekend fling, nothing much.” You sugarcoated your lies with a sweet smile and you turned your head to Zach. “Oh, look. He’s here.”

“Oh, I noticed.” She nodded and smiled at you. Zach didn’t seem so excited to see his girlfriend, but it wasn’t one of your businesses.

“See you around guys!” You looked at Zach and you flashed him a naughty smirk. You noticed that he giggled a little bit and you winked at him, Meghan obliviously stood few steps away from Zach, thinking that you were teasing Zach with her.

“See you, (Y/N)!” They softly said in unison and you started to walk back to your place, packing up your things and you headed to the librarian to borrow the book that you needed.

You smiled at the thought of the kiss that you shared with Zach, but a knot was built in your stomach as soon as the thought of betraying his girlfriend sank in your mind.

How was the kiss? It was incredibly great. What might happen after? It would be plausibly terrible.

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fashiontrendin-blog · 7 years ago

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Meghan Markle's father WILL give her away at the royal wedding

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Meghan Markle's father WILL give her away at the royal wedding

Prince Harry and Meghan Markle are set to marry at St George’s Chapel at Windsor Castle on May 19 2018 in the year’s most talked-about nuptials.

If, just like us, you’re literally counting down the days and chomping at the bit for every last detail of the upcoming event, this is where you’ll find everything we know so far.

Keep an eye out as we update it with every.single.detail of the wedding of the year…

Meghan’s dad WILL walk his daughter down the aisle

Both of Meghan Markle’s parents WILL attend her wedding to Prince Harry, it has been confirmed by Kensington Palace. After travelling to London the week before the wedding, the estranged couple will meet with the Queen and other senior members of the royal family. This will also be the first time that Prince Harry will meet his future father-in-law.

In a major departure from the traditional wedding format, Meghan’s mother, Doria will travel with her daughter by car to St. George’s Chapel where her father, Thomas Markle will meet the pair to walk his daughter down the aisle.

Today we have provided an update on the Wedding of Prince Harry and Ms. Meghan Markle.

Read the full statement here: https://t.co/bhrPnJtrNm

— Kensington Palace (@KensingtonRoyal) May 4, 2018

This comes announcement comes days after Meghan’s estranged brother wrote an open letter to Prince Harry declaring, ‘it wasn’t too late to back out.’

The date and time

The royal couple will tie the knot on May 19 2018 at 12 p.m. noon. The wedding will be televised so if you’re watching from the US, it will be an early morning!

Harry and Meghan will complete a two-mile journey on the streets of London after exchanging their wedding vows in front of the Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby. The marriage service will last an hour, beginning at 12pm and finishing by 1pm, and it takes place in the castle’s 15th century St George’s Chapel.

The route, in case you want to pop by to cheer them on (of course, you will) will see the happy couple take a trip down Castle Hill, along the High Street and then along Sheet Street, Kings Road and Albert Road, before returning to Windsor Castle along the Long Walk. Phew!

After their drive-by, they’ll greet their guests from the ceremony at a reception at St. George’s Hall (a very fancy location, if you’re asking). The close friends and family party will be hosted by Prince Charles – as he did for William and Kate following their 2011 ceremony – at Frogmore House (and we are sure there will be plenty of dad dancing – we’re looking at you, William, and banging club tunes).

The dress

After months of speculation, there’s been rumours flying around left, right and centre about who will design the wedding dress of the year.

Bookies suspended betting earlier this year on who will be the designer of Meghan Markle’s wedding dressafter a flurry of bets were placed on Alexander McQueen. Royal fans will remember that Sarah Burton of Alexander McQueen was the lady who designed Kate’s ethereal gown.

Israel-based bridal designer Inbal Dror also recently confirmed to PEOPLE that – at the request of Kensington Palace (fancy!) – they sent a sketch for Meghan to consider.

Her dresses are often adorned with intricate embellishment while layered frills and sheer inserts are her staple. Ooooh.

Meghan’s pre-wedding wellness plan

Meghan is a walking advocate for the healthy lifestyle she preaches. In fact, her mother is a yoga instructor so that’s one of her secrets to staying in shape.

As for her healthy eating regime, she has previously said: “I try to eat vegan during the week and then have a little bit more flexibility with what I dig into on the weekends.”

So what does a *perfect* day in her food diary look like? She told The New Potato:

“A Clean Cleanse vanilla shake blended with frozen Ontario blueberries for breakfast, a Niçoise salad and glass of rosé, with some Grey Owl goat cheese and baguette on the side for lunch, and a leisurely dinner of seafood and pasta, and a negroni to cap off the night,”

We wonder if she’s tucking into a glass of rosé right now…

She also swears by running as a form of meditation – but adds balance to her lifestyle by gorging on french fries at weekends. A girl after our own heart.

The music

Kensington Palace has revealed that the music for the ceremony will be directed by James Vivian, the music director for St. George’s Chapel, where Harry and Markle are set to wed.

Cellist Sheku Kanneh-Mason has also been hand-picked by the couple to perform. The youngster won 2016’s BBC Young Musician and received a phone call from Meghan Markle herself regarding a performance at the wedding.

According to the royal website, he said: “I’m so excited and honoured to perform at Prince Harry and Ms. Meghan Markle’s wedding. I was bowled over when Ms. Markle called me to ask if I would play during the ceremony, and of course I immediately said yes!”

The Christian gospel group, The Kingdom Choir, will also perform, and there will be a few surprise guests lined up, too.

The couple’s gift from the Queen

While they’ve only asked for charity donations, the Queen is likely to give the couple a gift – and it’ll be a lavish one. Sticking to tradition, the Queen will most likely give Harry and Meghan a home. She gifted Kate and William with Anmer Hall so will no doubt do the same for Harry and Meghan. The couple are currently living in Nottingham Cottage in the grounds of Kensington Palace and have just welcomed some very regal neighbours. Indeed, Harry’s cousin, Princess Eugenie, has just moved in next door with her fiance, Jack Brooksbank. Just imagine the dinner parties!

The flowers

Kensington Palace has announced that the couple has chosen London-based Philippa Craddock to work on their flower arrangements.

In the official announcement, Kensington Palace wrote: “Prince Harry and Ms. Meghan Markle have chosen floral designer @philippacraddock to create the church flowers for their wedding.”

They also gave us an insight into the exact flowers the couple have plumped for, revealing: “The displays in St George’s Chapel will feature foliage from The Crown Estate and Windsor Great Park, and will use seasonal plants including branches of beech, birch and hornbeam, as well as white garden roses, peonies and foxgloves.

“The designs will reflect the wild and natural landscapes from which many of the plants will be drawn.

“The Royal Parks will also supply pollinator-friendly plants from their wildflower meadows. These plants provide a great habitat for bees and help to sustain healthy and biodiverse ecosystems.”

The florist herself also took to Instagram to discuss working with the couple, citing it ‘an incredible privilege’.

She wrote: “I am loving working with them, it is an incredible privilege, and the designs will be a true reflection of them as a couple, with sustainability at the forefront. We will be using plenty of locally sourced greenery and seasonal flowers including peonies, garden roses and foxglove.”

The cake

Kensington Palace confirmed that the couple is using Californian pastry chef Claire Ptak, who will whip up a delicious lemon elderflower cake for their big day.

In a celebration of Spring, the cake will be scattered with flowers, buttercream and zesty lemon – and we have little doubt it will be absolutely delish.

Food writer and food stylist, Chef Ptak, who runs Violet Bakery, was once interviewed by Meghan for her website, The Tig, so it’s hardly surprising she’s been snapped up.

Who’s going?

As well as royals, dignitaries and A-listers, over 2,600 members of the public are in with a chance at attending the biggest wedding of the year.

The 2,640 people will include ‘people who have served their communities’ and will be chosen by the Queen’s representatives from all over the UK.

There will also be a selection of people from the charities and organisations that the royal couple support (they are both huge charity advocates, if you didn’t already know).

There will also be 100 pupils from two local schools and a staggering 610 Windsor Castle community members and 530 members of the Royal Household.

The gift list

Prince Harry and Meghan are apparently shunning a gift list and instead are asking their guests to donate money to Harry’s charity via his Royal Foundation. How lovely.

A source told The Sun: “Prince Harry is a man who has everything. He doesn’t want guests spending lots of time buying him extravagant presents but he does want them to support his charity work.

“Obviously he has his own foundation with Prince William and Kate, and he also supports organisations like Wellchild and the Invictus Foundation.

“He’s expected to provide more specific information with the individual invites.”

The entertainment

While we can’t confirm whether it’s true or not, rumours are flying that THE Spice Girls will perform some of their classic hits at the wedding.

How do we know? Well, speaking on American talk show, The Real, Spice Girl, Mel B, admitted that the five-piece band will be attending the hotly-anticipated nuptials.

Presenter Loni Love asked Mel: “Do you know anybody that you think is gonna go to this wedding?” Mel nodded her head and mouthed, “Yeah, I’m going… I don’t know if I should’ve said that!”

When she was asked if she knew anyone else attending, she slipped: “Well us five Spice Girls… why am I so honest?”

Then she added: “This is where I’m just like… I need to go. I’m going to be fired!”

Please let it be true…

The mini-moon

According to The Irish Independent, Prince Harry and Meghan Markle will be spending time in Ireland soon after their wedding this Spring.

The couple will apparently visit in June or July for one night only and we’re bet the locals are delighted they’ll get a glimpse of the married couple for the first time.

Meghan’s wife training

According to The Daily Express, as part of her training, Meghan spent two days in the English countryside where she undertook some security training sessions, including a ‘kidnap and rescue’ scenario.

Members of the Royal Army’s SAS regiment taught Meghan how to act if she ever found herself in a hostile situation and apparently used live ammunition while rescuing the former Suits actress from her fake kidnapping.

The actress was also taught that it’s best to forge a relationship with potential kidnappers and even learnt how to behave if her rescuers are killed and she has to fend for herself. Talk about intense!

Meghan was apparently also trained on how to drink tea (a quintessentially British activity). According to the actress’ new biography, Meghan: A Hollywood Princess, and US Weekly, Meghan learnt the royal protocol and etiquette of tea drinking, including the specific way to hold the cup. Meghan was given the chance to practise when she took tea with the queen before news of the couple’s engagement was announced.

The hen party

According to Us Weekly, Meghan’s hen party didn’t quite involve willy straws and sashes; it was a much more civilised affair at the high-end, A-list retreat, Soho Farmhouse.

There’s 100 acres of lush green countryside, swimming pools, spas and even a milkman to deliver your morning milk; how very British.

The couple’s gift to the public

We won’t be getting a day off in celebration of the wedding (*sigh*), but the government is giving us another present to honour the royal nuptials.

Pubs will have their licensing hours extended during the weekend of the wedding so we can all raise a glass (or five) to the happy couple. Cheers, Meghan and Harry.

It’s good timing because May 19 also coincides with the FA Cup Final and Scottish Cup Final.

Bring.it.on.

In the meantime, let’s look back on the couple’s cutest moments…

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