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vorev · 1 year ago

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Note this is an 18+ account if you are not 18 please go away

Yes I enjoy and talk about vore so if you don't like that, this blog is not for you

I try my best to act normal but my adhd and other factors makes me act strange sometimes and I get a bit over excited. If I ever make you uncomfortable please let me know I want to stop making people uncomfortable. but I won't blame you if you block me for it.

Agents

(Contains Vore and vague sexual references)

I don't really have names for any of them

Captain 3/ mostly just goes by 3 or cap

Mostly a strict and straight to the point squid, she is fairly strong and skilled in battle especially with shooters. They do their best to put on a stoic but laid back attuited though that mostly goes out the window with 8 and (sometimes) 4.

They are kinda mixed on being a pred and prey. They will often indulge themselves on a few octolings while patrolling if hungry and are not easy to eat if they don't want to be. However, they will let 8 do it anytime, as well as 4 (though 4 could eat her even if she was unwilling, it's happened) They also really enjoy being in someone's stomach but only admit that to 8 and 4. They do like having someone in their stomach but rarely takes the time to enjoy it when it's not 8 inside her.

She is dating Agent 8 ( I will go over how they started dating in 8's section) and has a strange kind of flirty relationship with 4 but nothing serious.

Agent 8/ just 8 most of the time

A very joyful and curious person who is always eager to being doing something or hanging out with 4 and 3. She is quite skilled but doesn't like fighting all that much. 8 is also a very skilled cook and technician.

Vore was never really a common thing in the domes so 8 is mostly unfamiliar to it, though after one time where 4 came home with 3 in her stomach she decided it was worth a try. Agent 4 couched her on how to do it properly (even eating her "as an example" though 8 was pretty sure she'd just gotten hungry) and after a while gained the courage to eat 3 who was there long term crush. 8 began eating 3 while they were asleep and quickly swallowed her with ease. 3 had woken up while 8 was eating her but didn't try and stop her. after a while of enjoying the feeling of 3 in her gut she noticed 3 was "pleasuring herself" leading to the pair confessing and starting to date (after 3 digested and respawned) 8 really likes eating 3 but feels odd doing it to anyone else, she's eaten 4 a few times just as a random request to her roommate and Callie one time. When being eaten she honestly is terrified of it when it's not someone she trusts like 3 or 4, mostly 3 though. When she is comfy 8 really enjoys the warmth and closeness that it entails. Most of the time she's the one eating 3 though

she's dating 3 and does flirt with 4 sometimes though nothing serious.

Agent 4/Nip or the terror of octo canyon

Agent 4 is a pretty cheery person who loves sport and contests of any kind, mostly turf. She has great combat skills and is the go-to agent for missions, she can use almost any weapon with deadly effect. She also is quite the gamer.

In vore terms? she is a hard coded pred. She used to be pretty normal about it until she became and agent and ate an octoling who tried to eat her. She discovered she loved doing it and found octos quite tasty so kept on doing it. She's devoured countless octolings (and sometimes inklings if she wants) and is widely feared by many octolings, something she finds very amusing. She can easily eat just about anyone and has a high capacity for prey. She also loves toying with her "food" by picking octolings off one by one or making one watch as she eats their squad. Its almost evil in a way but no one would dare say that to her. (she is friendlier than she sounds lol). She adores the feeling of prey in her stomach and her body has definitely befitted from this in terms of her "assets". and while she isn't prey to often (if she doesn't want to be your snack, she most likely won't be) she does find it quite fun to be on the other side off the food chain, finding stomachs to be quite comfy. 3 has only eaten her once, 8 has done it the most but still not too often and Marie has once or twice. She has been in her girlfriends stomach a few times though only like 3 times.

She flirts with 3 and 8 sometimes but never really too seriously. She does have an octoling girlfriend named Nip. She found Nips diary while scouting one day and learned that they had a massive crush on her and fantasized about being eaten by her. So 4 did the only reasonable thing and found the outpost she was at, ate her whole squad and brough her home. She let Nip lay on her belly while her team digested and in the morning (after some fun "wink wink") she ate Nip to and let her enjoy a day inside her, much to Nips Suprise 4 connected her to a respawn point and they started dating after Nip respawned (I'm still working on the fic where this happens)

Neo 3/ V yes Just V (I'm not to sure about them yet btw)

They are a pretty adventurous kinda person who likes traveling around the splatlands and Alterna to see what she can find (it's a plus if she can sell it) A pretty friendly person but is not used to interacting with people and mostly just talks to buddy and her friends Hiro and Marin who she's known for years and has traveled the splatlands with.

In vore terms she's doesn't really get involved that much with it, but she is a massive prey. She lets Marin eat her a lot and spend time in her gut with Hiro, sometimes it helps them in cold nights. She has eaten them a couple of times but mostly just saw it as a kinda fun thing. She did once eat Shiver and Fyre after they lost a bet to her, though she mostly did that to put them in check.

She doesn't date anyone, and her friends are just friends

#safe vore #soft vore #splatoon #splatoon vore #splatvore #I wonder if you can tell who my fav is lol

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greenbagjosh · 2 years ago

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13 + 14 June 1998 - HRH the Queen’s 72nd Birthday and the cringeworthy Donald Duck joke

Originally written in June 2018

Hi everyone,

Hope you are having a nice evening.Twenty years ago today and tomorrow, I went on the cheapest path from Munich to Prague. And came back the next day almost 11 PM. Saturday the 13th June 1998, it was a few days before the start of the 1998 FIFA World Cup. Widgetmeister International had two paid days off officially, namely Fronleichnam for Thursday the 11th, and Friday the 12th. Neither day counted against my vacation balance. On Thursday I did a bit of exploring on the S-8 line from Englschalking up to the Franz Josef Strauss airport, known also by its airport code "MUC". The Schönes Wochenende ticket would not be valid as it was a Thursday so I bought a ticket for the outer zones of the MVV-München transit area that were otherwise not covered by my month pass. It was raining so there was not much to see. At the time, there was also an expansion project for the S-1 train, instead of all trains going to Neufahrn and Freising, some S-1 trains would also go to the airport. This was called the "Neufahrner Spange".

Friday the 12 June was a shopping day. I bought myself a Czech language guide. Czech is not exactly romanized Russian. For that reason, it is a good idea to have a Czech language book.Saturday the 13 June arrived. I had to be at München Hbf by 7:10 AM to catch the train to Plattling, and it left from the "short-haul" track 25. On the German rail side, this was the only known electrified section. On Saturday *and* Sunday, the Schönes Wochenende Ticket was valid, and for only 35 Mark. The train stopped at Freising, Landshut and Landau on the Isar before arriving at Plattling about 9 AM. About 9:05 AM, a diesel unit went on to the border at Bayerisch Eisenstein. This train really went through the backwoods, made about nine stops about ten minutes from each other. The train did not arrive in Bayerisch Eisenstein until 10:13 AM. So what was at Bayerisch Eisenstein? It was a border town on the German side, and right at the same station was the Czech border, known as Železná Ruda-Alžbětín. You had to have your passport ready for stamping back then as the Czech Republic was neither in the European Union nor a Schengen member. Also, then as now, they did not use the Euro. So changing money was necessary. I think the exchange rate then was 21 Koruna to 1 DM. The smallest coin was the 10 Heller, then the 20 and 50 Heller, then 1 Koruna, 2 Koruna, 5, 10 and so on. Bills were 20, 50, 100, 200, 500. Please refer to XE.com in case I cannot otherwise provide an equivalent in Dollars, Mark or Euro. Back then the Czech Republic was inexpensive compared to Germany. Even the train fare. But somehow you get what you pay for, likely in speed and comfort.I bought a single fare ticket to Prague at the Zelezna Ruda station on the Czech side, paying in Koruna. I think it was 75 Koruna then, as today it costs 110 Koruna.

The train left about 11:08 AM, and arrived in Plzen about 1:10 PM. For a distance of 60 miles, it must have gone an average of 30 mph, unelectrified, windy and slow up to Klatovy, and then fairly straight, medium-fast and electrified the rest of the way. Plzen Hlavní Nádrazí (central station) has an interesting dome. At Plzen, I made a quick shopping journey to a grocery store along Americká called the Maxi Hit. I bought some beer and Slivovitz - the real good plum brandy.

When I arrived back at the Plzen station, I found that the regular train to Prague was delayed. I had my radio with me, and there was a BBC English broadcast on. Apparently it was Queen Elizabeth's birthday and they did a short tribute. Later in the broadcast, one joke that they told was "Why did Donald Duck? Because someone was shooting at him"

I think the train to Prague arrived around 3 PM. It went as far as Prague Smichov. The conductor on the train gestured at me, to take the subway to the town center. I bought a 24 hour subway/bus ticket, I think for 70 Koruna, and stamped it at Smíchovské nádrazí, and went to my hostel at Karlovo námestí and on the street Na Zborencí. Back then it was owned by the Czech chapter of Hostelling International. Google maps still shows the big "Na Zborenci" sign in the alleyway where it remains. The room was cheap but there was no breakfast served on Sundays. And, I would find out later, that the room I was in, was co-ed, something I was not used to in a dorm room in a hostel.

I dropped off my luggage at my bedside in the hostel, then took the subway at Karlovo Namesti to Staromestska, the old part of Prague, changing at Mustek. At Staromestska is the clock tower, the Chram Matky, and next door is the Josefov, the Jewish Quarter. The museums were closed that day so I could only walk around. I returned in 2006 to visit one of the synagogues and I still have the kippa. I took the Metro across the Vlatva river, and took a tram to Malostranské náměstí, the west side of Charles Bridge. It is a strictly pedestrian bridge, apparently a popular tourist attraction in itself. I have a selfie of being on that bridge in a red and white sweater, as Prague was a bit chilly, around the low 60s for temperatures. When I arrived on the east side, I found a store that sold hats, and that is where I bought that red-white-and-green striped hat. I think it is about a foot high, and yes, it is probably the silliest hat I ever owned. On 24th July 1998 I took a selfie of myself, yes, with that hat! I did not know blacklight theater back in 1998, though my next visit February 2006 I went to a show - albeit medicated - at the Image Black Light Theater, was very interesting and in the back rows it was optically amazing.

I was hungry and then looked for a place to have supper. Closer to the clock tower, the offers were a bit out of my price range. So I went to Staromestska. There was an interesting restaurant called the "Studentska Satlava" or "Student Jail". Apparently it was in the same building as where the writer Franz Kafka was born. They had excellent deals for supper, including dark locally produced beer. I had the sausage, chop and dumpling plate. Gosh that was good. Once that was done, I took the metro back to Karlovo Namesti, and went to bed. In the morning I had to check out, take my luggage to Karlovo Namesti and further on to Hlavni Nadrazi. I had a quick breakfast at what is now the CrossCafe. There were lockers in Hlavni Nadrazi to place luggage. Lockers were interesting as you could choose the combination with four dials. You would retrieve your luggage by picking the same dial positions.

I had not been to Vysehrad. There is a canyon between Vysehrad and I P Pavlova and the metro travels along the auto bridge. At Vysehrad there is a good view of Prague, also the Police Museum. I went shopping at the Budejovicka shopping center. It was open on Sunday, bought peanut flips, beer and slivovitz at the store because it was so cheap. I took the metro to I P Pavlova and a tram back to Staromestska, bearing in mind that I had to return to Hlavni Nadrazi by 12:30 to catch the train to Munich through Plzen, Zelezna Ruda, Bayerisch Eisenstein, and Plattling. I bought a ticket to Zelezna Ruda.

At 1 PM, the train left Praha Hlavni Nadrazi. I was in a second class compartment, where there were eight seats to a compartment, four on each side. In Germany, normally the same size would be for just six people in total. The compartment was not air conditioned, and it was okay as the temperatures were not expected to exceed the mid 70s that day. The train ride went without any extraordinary event up to Plzen. I had to find a post office to send a postcard, and I almost missed the connection from Plzen to Klatovy and Zelezna Ruda. At Klatovy I had to change to a very old diesel carriage, class 131, and to open the windows, you had to crank them up or down.

By the time the train reached Zelezna Ruda, about 6:50 PM, the lady at the sales hut was about to close. I made a few last minute purchases before crossing into Germany. The snack bar was crummy on the German side at Bayerisch Eisenstein so I thought I would wait until I arrived at Plattling for some food. Did not work out too well. The German customs stamped my passport and did not look at my bag of slivovitz and beer. The diesel train from Bayerisch Eisenstein arrived at Plattling about 8:45 PM, and there was not much time to get anything of value at the snack bar there.

The train to Munich arrived around 9:30 so I had to take my snack to go. The sun was about to set, and it was raining in the distance. In the sky was an interesting effect. I arrived home in Munich around 11 PM, I entered very quietly. I was not told about any alarm clock issues (see w/e 31 July - 2 August 1998), and the next morning I went to work on time, and at lunch I had some interesting stories to tell my work colleagues and I mentioned the striped hat.

Next adventure, Salzburg and the Berchtesgaden Salzbergwerk, weekend of 20th and 21st June 1998. Servus und Gute Nacht!

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beesincognito · 2 years ago

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Perfect Strangers- part fourteen: The Not-Apartment

Viktor x Fem!reader (SFW)

part thirteen part fifteen (start here!)

Takes place before Arcane and works its way there, did my best to combine the different versions of lore. (nsfw in parts)

(you and Viktor meet on your first day at the academy and bond over being habitual, awkward loners. The story revolves around class issues and a sense of belonging mixed with lore and Arcane plot.)

*no warnings for this part*

Word count: 2,346

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Spring was underway, but the port city seemed to wait forever before properly heating up.

Viktor sat in the courtyard by himself with the tiny sketchbook he had been slowly filling since you last visited the art store together. It was halfway to completion and he was quite proud of himself with the quality of his sketches. Of course, he was still drawing mostly technical things, machinery ideas that came to him on a whim and contraptions he would see around the city or academy grounds. But he was trying his hand at architecture on this particular day and so far it was going smoothly.

Curving the line of the pen was relaxing, documenting the dome of a building across from him and feeling satisfied with the completion of the sketch. It was a learning curve to abandon works which you insisted he allow himself to do when he lamented about never knowing when to stop working on a drawing.

Quotes and short lessons you shared about art carried weight in his mind just as many other things about you that he loved so fiercely to the point it occasionally frightened him.

The thought of you working away at the Kiraman lab made his ears feel hot, imagining you in your work attire, studiously pouring yourself into your projects.

Chilled from sitting outside for longer than he should, Viktor shook the damp off of his shoulders and began to make his way back to your rooms. He wanted to move in with you away from the dorms and was at a loss of words whenever he tried to broach the topic. All he wanted was a comfortable living space for you both unobstructed by a tiny kitchen and tiny beds. Dorms were comfortable enough, but he was heavy with plans of building a life with you and a large part of that for him was getting out of those rooms.

Piltover was expensive and you once offered for the two of you to live in the Kiraman building together since your lab was technically a fully furnished apartment. Viktor always felt like it would be an intrusion on your work and he was not a ward so it felt inappropriate to impose himself in the space.

Of course he was right, even if it disappointed you when he declined your proposition.

Instead of going straight to the dorms once he was lost in thought, he turned towards the edge of the academy on the impulsive urge to browse the nearby apartment building. It was a far fetched idea, stepping into the front office where a receptionist eyed him up and down from her glossy desk. A half eaten sandwich was between her fingers and she quickly lowered it, swallowing her mouthful of bread, meats, and cheeses, before greeting Viktor.

He knew full well your combined income was not going to cover an apartment just yet, but there was no harm in asking for future reference given raises were on the horizon after all the time put into your individual lines of work.

“How can I help you, sir?” She folded her hands together and leaned forward in her seat, perching the weight of her posture on her elbows after gesturing for Viktor to take a seat in front of her. “Are you a tenant?”

“Ehm, no,” he settled into the seat and removed the winter cap he borrowed from you that morning, “I’m looking for a place actually, weighing my options.”

“Marvelous,” the receptionist leaned down and procured a catalog bound with metal posts, placing it on the desk in front of Viktor and turning to the pages of vacant apartments for him to browse. “We have plenty of options available. How many people are you living with?”

“Just the two of us,” he took note of the prices, exhaling at the number, but feeling more hopeful knowing it was achievable in the near future, “we don’t want a big place.” He was unsure of your actual opinion since you came from such a lavish home in the country from what you had told him, but assumed you would be comfortable regardless in a small apartment with just the two of you given how well adjusted you were in the dorms.

“Oh we have some lovely modest apartments for two,” she flipped through the pages with a speedy familiarity, “I’m assuming you share a room,” regarding Viktor’s timid nod, she stopped on a page that displayed a quaint apartment.

The apartment was toned down compared to the elaborate architecture he was used to seeing around the city. Wall paper with gilded accents decorated the bare walls. A small kitchen was cut off from the entryway with a low wall and led into a living room readily furnished with a couch, plush chairs, and a small plant placed on a wooden coffee table for ambiance.

Room space was more than enough for the two of you, split with a large bed in the middle of the floor and a large bathroom. It was perfect and the price was less intimidating than the first apartments he was shown. Suddenly the idea felt more tangible and he thanked the receptionist for her time before heading back out into the chill to go home.

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“You’re freezing!” you shrilled, making Viktor laugh when he playfully touched the back of your neck with his icy fingers after stepping into your dorm. “Where were you?” You referenced his absence since you assumed he would be in your rooms by the time you got back from work.

“Drawing,” deciding to leave out the idea of moving in together again made him clam up. Instead he placed his little sketchbook on your desk and left to change into leisure clothes on his side of the rooms.

You flipped to his most recent page and smiled at his drawings, flipping through a few pages you hadn’t seen yet and enjoying the look of his sketches. They were delicate and carefully crafted.

It was sweet of him taking an interest in your hobby by participating of his own volition and you felt your heart flutter thinking about someday showing him your old studio at home. Then the thought came to a screeching halt when you remembered your parents and their ugly disdain for your relationship. You wondered if you would ever be welcomed home as long as you were with Viktor.

There was a letter waiting to be opened on your desk which had arrived at the Kiraman’s lab for you during work that day. It was sealed with your family crest and you were unwilling to open it, unwilling to face more of their ridicule, and unwilling to accept their wishes and give them the satisfaction. Whatever the letter contained was not important enough for you to open it since it was sent as regular mail and not a telegram. Nothing pressing could be afoot so you consigned to spending the rest of the evening with Viktor in his room, safe and warm.

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“You were what?” You cocked your head to the side as you buttoned up your thick coat, already feeling the chill from outside through the glass of the window that morning.

Spring was still taking its time going in full force, only allotting for brighter days occasionally or a wash of spring showers for days in a row.

“I was looking at apartments the other week,” Viktor confessed, keeping secrets felt wrong and even though it was a harmless one. It was constantly at the forefront of his thoughts and he felt ready to finally talk to you about possibly moving in together.

Oh.

“I’m sorry if that’s strange… it’s just,” he scratched the back of his head, sitting on the edge of the bed. Hand reaching for yours and taking it softly once you were done with your coat, “I thought of us moving in together, it doesn’t have to be right now or soon. It’s just been on my mind lately.”

You turned your personal timeline over in your head and thought of how long you’ve known him, how long you’ve been openly together, and sharing the split dorm. It had been years. Time had regrettably blurred after all and suddenly you were sorry for not savoring the days as they came. Familial pressures had rushed life in an effort to get things over with before real responsibilities took hold.

“We should,” you leaned down to give him a kiss, “but not right now.” Why would I say that?

With a grin and a nod, he saw you off, watching you walk down the hallway all bundled up and heading to class. He saw you cross the courtyard later from his window before it was time for him to go to work as well.

None of the snow was sticking, but the bitter cold was still there and it bit at his nose on the way to Heimerdinger’s lab. He was grateful for the short distance once he was inside the building full of laboratories and offices. The heat was running, keeping the environment controlled for experimentation and general comfort.

It didn’t disappoint him to know you weren’t ready to move out of the dorms, if anything it put him at ease knowing he had time to build the foundations of a better life. Never had he thought he would worry about the comfort of someone so close before outside of simply helping people with his work. He wanted to be there for you and to know you were happy with your lives together even if it did not end in glory and notoriety.

Thoughts of his legacy were somewhat distant, a problem he could solve in the future since he had plenty of time to make a difference in the world.

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Another letter from your parents was waiting for you when you were finished with class and at the Kiramans’. It was smaller than the first and you rolled your eyes as you ripped the seal open with your finger. This time choosing to not ignore it lest you risk arriving to work with a slew of them stuffed under your door.

It was an invitation. A bit formal for the context, but you assumed such formalities were necessary since the wedge you were driving between your parents and yourself was growing larger by the day. The invitation carried with it a shallow apology for your mother’s last comments on the eve of the Jubilee and it also extended to Viktor.

Inviting Viktor felt like another trap, but you wanted to give your parents the benefit of the doubt and you had to sit with yourself and think on it alone before consulting Viktor. That alone time consisted of tinkering away at a gizmo you assumed would make filing storage easier, for yourself at least, a rotating shelf for archival purposes.

Screws and fallen nuts distracted you from your nerves and allowed you to ponder your predicament of taking Viktor to your childhood home for a couple of days. It would be a short trip, possibly even shorter than a couple of days if your parents ambushed either of you on arrival or when you least expected it.

Thoughts escaped your lips as you angrily began to talk to yourself, expressing your thoughts a smidgen too loud. You got too caught up in the fantasy of giving your mother a piece of your mind that you knocked against the contraption with your elbow when you were turned, causing it to tumble over in a gracelessly loud clatter of metal cogs and springs. Gears rolled across the floor as you stared blankly around the room with shoulders slumped.

A knock at your door broke your trance and you straightened your apron before stepping over the detritus of your accident. You pulled the door open, seeing a couple of students with worried expressions etched in their brows looking at you.

We heard a crash, one of them started, asking if you were alright.

“Oh, I’m sorry for the noise,” you laughed in spite of how upset you were feeling on the inside, “I’m just clumsy, thanks for checking on me though.”

Apologies and expressions of relief were exchanged before you were able to close the door after they left, turning back to your mess and scratching your cheek absentmindedly. It didn’t feel worth it, doing all of the repairs and cleaning that evening when you could just do it another time. There was no rush and you were losing steam as the seconds ticked by.

After resigning to leaving the mess alone, you took to wandering the hallway in an effort to clear your head. Rounding a corner without looking, you smacked right into someone holding a notebook that you accidentally knocked from their hands.

“Y/n?” Jayce looked down at you after finding his baring.

“Jayce,” you apologized for not paying attention, dropping down to retrieve the notebook and handing it to him, beginning to leave after giving him a wave.

“Wait,” Jayce caught you by the sleeve of your shirt, “it wouldn’t hurt to catch up.”

Rudeness was something you detested and the invitation was polite enough for you to feel bad turning it down. Instead of moving to a second location, you remained in the hallway, chatting while leaning against the wall. Students occasionally passed you by on their way to their own experiments.

“I didn’t realize you were here,” Jayce rolled his head back against the cold wall, turning it slightly to look at you properly.

“I don’t really leave my lab except to go back home,” you slid down the wall next to him in a squat. “Plus I felt bad about ditching you… twice.”

“Don’t be. How long have you been a ward here?”

“Half a year. How have you been?”

“I’m seeing someone, not seriously but it’s something,” Jayce smiled to himself more so than to you without the air of gloating, “and some of my research has been… at an impasse.”

Research giving more trouble than it seemed to be worth was relatable and you were both able to complain about your projects together for a while. Laughing at your shared foibles and issues with finalizing ideas or successfully bringing them to fruition. His work teetered more on the side of figuring out complicated equations than the simpler mechanics that made up your own projects and commissions.

His interest was piqued when you admitted why you were wandering the hallways like a wraith, bemoaned with your project and the mess waiting for you in the apartment. He offered to help straighten the project out so you wouldn’t have to deal with it the next time you came in and you gladly accepted.

“Brace yourself,” your door clicked open with the turn of the brass handle, “it’s unsightly.”

Sans judgment, Jayce stepped into the apartment with you and got right to assisting you with moving the shelving unit upright once more. You handed him your designs, letting him study the drawings, their measurements and notes detailing exactly what the contraption was for. Work went on smoothly between the two of you, ticking away the hours until all of the missing pieces were back in place and it was further along in progress than you started with that afternoon.

“Why are you looking for a place when you have this apartment?” Jayce asked in reference to the natural flow of conversation that led to you complaining about how expensive the city was for anyone trying to live off of campus.

“My partner and I want to live together outside of student housing,” you shrugged your shoulders, tightening a screw with a grunt when the wrench refused to give way at first.

“I’ll keep an eye out for something. Try to make the most of the space you have for now I guess.”

You gave him a grateful grin, rubbing your forehead with the dark sleeve of your uniform shirt, feeling satisfied with the work, “I’d better get going, it’s late,” noting the time on the clock in the corner of the room, you pushed up from your stool and made your way to the door with Jayce in tow.

Locking the door behind you this time, you made your way out of the hallway together, continuing to chat about your project. It was obvious he was trying to boost your confidence despite how frivolous it was, unlike a more useful invention that investors would clamor for.

At the entrance to the elevator, you shook hands as a goodbye before parting ways.

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Wind whipped at your clothes the entire way back to the dorms. You were thankful for the doors shutting behind you once you were safe and warm in your room where you were surprised to find it completely in the dark.

Viktor wasn’t back from work yet, giving you time to decompress and get ready for bed while waiting for his return. There were leftovers in the icebox and you put it on the stove once you were done with showering and dressing in warm pajamas. Standing in the kitchen in front of the warm fire of the stove, you relished in the heat it gave off, feeling the wooden spoon through the copper pot and mixing its contents.

Both rooms were visible through the doorways on either side of you. Looking between them and glaring at your tiny beds, turning your head back and forth in a cursing manner thinking about how far apart they were and how their smallness irked you. They mocked you with their size which left you wanting every time you slept alone or when Viktor would insist that sleeping cramped together was perfectly fine.

Before you resorted to snapping the poor spoon in half, you marched over to your side of the room and began angrily dragging your bed away from the wall with little effort. It was lighter than you thought and you switched sides, opting to push it towards the kitchen and aggressively shoving it through the door. Unsurprisingly it did not fit through the doorway all in one piece so you lifted the mattress, blankets and all, off of the bed frame and dragged it through the kitchen and into Viktor’s room. Returning to your side to tilt the bed frame on its size and dragging it through as well.

After much grumbling and aggression fueled organizing, you looked down at your handy work feeling quite pleased with yourself. The beds were comfortably pushed together with a large sheet covering the crack between the two mattresses. Everything squished perfectly into one large make-shift bed and the frames didn’t shift when you rolled between the mattresses, testing if the beds would split apart once you both spent the night together on them- amongst other things that made your cheeks flush just thinking about it.

Satisfaction, and the sound of soup boiling over, made you return to the kitchen in a flash while you continued to wait for Viktor.

******

“Did I miss something?” bemused with the new arrangements once Viktor noticed the beds shoved together, he looked for you in the kitchen where you were sitting with a book by a lantern.

“What could you possibly be referring to?” You continued to feign reading, turning a page while a subtle grin threatened to creep through the placid façade you were attempting to maintain.

Viktor exhaled a quiet laugh, leaving the kitchen to begin getting ready for bed, “how did you manage this?” He mostly asked himself quietly in passing, imagining you in a frenzy moving the bed around the dorms and how comical it must have been.

******

Blankets cocooned your bodies in the wonderfully spacious bed. Even with the two small beds pushed together, it was not as large as that old hotel bed had been, but it was leagues of improvement from the previous arrangement. Every night you spent in the tiny bed together consisted of tangled limbs uncomfortably stiff and you would have to use Viktor’s chest as a pillow.

Not that Viktor ever complained, but you could tell it was not ideal for him being unable to move around if he became sore and needed to adjust his sleeping position with you plastered against him.

“I wish I could have seen that,” Viktor had finished poking fun at you after you described the antics that led to your bed finding its way next to his.

You lightly smacked away his hand when he pinched the bridge of your nose in response to you rolling your eyes from the jokes, “We needed this.”

Humming an agreement, Viktor stretched out on his back, feeling at ease after the long day he had and grateful for your ever endearing tenacity.

******

Thanks for making it to the end! :3

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sl-ut · 3 years ago

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somebody else

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

description: eddie wants y/n, but he won’t stand for the façade that everyone else seems to fall for.

warnings: UNEDITED, drug use, reference to reader’s drink getting spiked, reference to addiction, swearing, non-graphic sexual content, swearing

words: 2.2K

date posted: 23/07/22

She’s high when Eddie sees her for the first time–really sees her.

At first, by the way that she had been stumbling down the dark, unpaved road, Eddie thought that she may have been hurt somehow. He recognized her, how could he not? He’d only stared at the back of her head in Ms O’Donnell’s class for the past few months, taking in the slopes of her neck and shoulders, the texture of her hair, and the various undertones of her skin as only an artist would inspect their latest masterpiece.

Then, it dawned on him as he drew closer, watching as her knees threatened to buckle underneath her with every step, and noting how she didn’t seem to register the sputtering of the raddy old van as he pulled up next to her, nor the shadows that appeared around her from the dim headlights.

She didn’t stop until he called her name, turning to him as she incoherently mumbled to herself. She narrowed her eyes, face relaxing as she finally recognized him, “Wha… Eddie?”

Y/n was the type of girl to not take any shit. Any time that Jason or his goons would bump her in the hall, she made sure to tell them exactly where to go, and anytime that Eddie had sent a teasing comment to her, he would always be met with an eye roll, and on many occasions, the sight of her middle finger raised into the air. She was tough, always sticking up for herself. She wasn’t the type of girl who would get herself into stupid situations by drinking too much or acting irrationally. Yet, there she was, dangerously inebriated and alone late at night.

“Hey, you doin’ okay?”

She sniffled, hazy eyes shifting between the long, winding road ahead of her and the van, shaking her head slowly. She furrowed her brows, leaning closer and gripping the edge of the window.

“Can-can you…”

He nodded, leaning across to push the passenger side door open to allow her to clamber in, and only then did he realise what kind of condition she was really in.

The dome light illuminated her sweaty face, allowing him to see her red-tinted eyes and expanded pupils. The front of her clothes were dirty, indicating that she had likely taken a few tumbles on her journey, and her hands trembled as she moved to buckle herself in.

“Woah,” He gasped, “You gonna tell me why you were walking by yourself so late at night?”

She couldn’t form a straight sentence, instead leaving Eddie to string bits and pieces of her story together, and though he didn’t get any details, he was able to get an understanding of the basics; She’d been at a party that night, and her friends had left her behind.

Eddie knew her friends. Not well, but he knew of them. They didn’t run with the popular crowd, though they surely would if they were given the chance, nor did they hang around with the likes of the Hellfire Club. In simple terms, her friends were nothing more than a bunch of young girls trying to be something they’re not to impress others who will never give them the time of day, and they clearly weren’t the type of people to be depended on.

When he asked her how much she’d had to drink, she shrugged, mumbling something that remotely sounded like four, and that the last one tasted funny. He came to the conclusion that she was most definitely high, but likely not on her own accord. He was just glad that he had found her before some other creep had.

“Are you okay, though?” He asked, “Not hurt? Did anyone… touch you?”

When she didn’t respond, he repeated his question.

“No,” Her voice cracked, “I’m okay.”

She was vulnerable, and definitely more afraid than she’d ever been. He’d scarcely seen her with a genuine smile on her face, let alone genuine fear or sadness. He couldn’t help the warm feeling in his chest, how different she appeared in that moment compared to how she did at school, how different she looked now that she wasn’t putting on any sort of persona. This version of her was raw, untouched, and utterly real, even if she was incredibly high.

The next time Y/n spoke to Eddie, he was high, though it wasn’t exactly uncommon for the Munson boy.

“Well, well, well,” Eddie croned, leaning forward on his elbows to get a better look at the girl as she appeared through the trees, “Look who finally decided to show up. You know, I was starting to think that someone stuck that note in my locker to lure me out here and kill me or something.”

Eddie couldn’t believe his luck when he opened his locker this morning, only for a single pink post-it note to dance through the air and land on the toe of his leather boot–the very same post-it that he’d seen Y/n use so many times before in class. Of course, there was a chance that it wasn’t her, but the odds seemed very unlikely, seeing as there wasn’t exactly a queue of people waiting to see him in private, especially not those who used pretty pink post-its instead of torn-out pages of textbooks or gum wrappers.

She shrugged, leaning her back against a tree, “What if I did?”

Eddie smirked, “Well then, at least I can die happy at the hands of a pretty face.”

“And if I decided to do it from behind?”

High or not, her statement would have made Eddie raise his eyebrows, though the drugs certainly didn’t help him stop any stupid thoughts from leaving his mouth.

“I mean, not my usual style, but I’m not complaining.”

And there was that infamous eye roll, sending a burst of warmth through his belly.

“Are you on something?”

He lifted the burning joint in between his fingers, showing it off shamelessly as if to say, “duh.”

“Want some? A bit of the devil’s lettuce in exchange for the princess’s company?”

A smile threatened to crack at her cool composure, though she managed to keep herself calm, despite the butterflies bursting at the seams of her lower belly.

She shook her head, “I’m not here for drugs.”

Eddie cocked his head. The single thing that most people sought him out for was drugs, in fact, this was the first time that he was meeting someone out here for anything other than drugs. He couldn’t think of anything else that she might want from him. Well, there was one thing… but he wasn’t trying to get his hopes up.

“I’m here to thank you.”

“To thank me?”

She chewed her bottom lip, shifting on her feet nervously, “Yeah. For driving me home that night.”

It had been a few weeks since he’d found her wandering the back roads, and she seemed to have been avoiding Eddie like a plague ever since. He’d tried to catch her attention a few times, greeting her in the halls and passing her notes in class, though each time he went ignored.

“And I’m sorry. For ignoring you,” She frowned, “It was shitty of me, but I can’t remember anything from that night other than being with you, so I wasn’t even entirely sure that it actually happened.”

“Huh,” He chuckled, “And what, you just remembered how awesome it is to hang out with me this morning?”

“Two weeks ago, actually, and I’m not sure I would call this-” She gestured between the two of them, “Awesome.”

“So you just waited two weeks to talk to me?”

“Couldn’t figure out what to say,” She pursed her lips, “Besides, it’s not like you make yourself very approachable, always preaching to your little disciples.”

“Do my ears deceive me? Y/n Y/l/n is intimidated by me, Edward Munson?”

All visible traits of comfort she had disappeared, being replaced by her typical stoic expression and unwelcoming stance, “Me intimidated by you? Yeah, right.”

He frowned, “You know, I think I like you better when you’re high than I do when you’re sober.”

“Fuck you, Munson. I’m trying to be a nice person here.”

“Well I hate to say it, princess, but you’re gonna need a bit more practice.”

Eddie pushed himself to his feet, stalking across the clearing to stand just before her, blowing a cloud of smoke into her face as he stomped the butt of the blunt out.

“You may have the rest of this town fooled with this little mean girl act, hell, you had me fooled for a while, but you’re nothing more than a big phoney.” She opened her mouth to respond, fire behind her eyes, though he didn’t give her the chance, “I’m gonna be real with you, ‘kay? I’m like, super into you. I think you’re funny, smart, super mega hot, but then you put on this big bad attitude that is so goddamn annoying, and even more so because you’re only doing it to fit in with a bunch of bitches who don’t even care if you end up dead in a ditch. So yeah, I definitely prefer the one conversation I’ve had with you where you weren’t pretending to be somebody else.”

He took one final step towards her before pushing past her and making his way down the familiar path to where his van was parked, “Uh, my band is playing at the Hideout tomorrow night, and every Tuesday after that. If you ever decide to put on your big girl pants and act like a real human being, you should come see us.”

The next time he saw her, he was high again. Only this time, there were no drugs in his system. Instead, he was high on adrenaline, finishing up their final song of the night to a very unenergetic crowd, though the band didn’t allow it to affect their own performance.

Eddie had been disappointed when he didn’t spot her among the drunken men in the bar, but he refused to let it show. He wanted Y/n, he really did, but he refused to have a version of her that was fake. He left his bandmates at the bar, stepping outside for a few minutes to cool down after putting more effort into the performance than it was really worth.

“Shit,” He swore, words mumbled by the cigarette waiting impatiently between his lips as his lighter struggled to conjure up even the slightest spark.

“Need a light?”

His gaze rose up, trying his hardest to hide any surprise that may have appeared on his features as his eyes settled on the girl who he’d been hoping to see. She appeared nervous–bashful, almost. She was dressed up a bit more than her usual getup, donning a pair of well-fitted flared jeans and a black fishnet tank, leaving very little to the imagination as her black bra was completely visible through the fabric.

“Show’s over.”

“I know,” She took careful steps towards him, offering the small blue lighter, “You were great tonight. Better than I expected, to be honest.”

He carefully lit the end of his cigarette, motioning to the spot next to him as he deeply inhaled the heavy smoke, “Better than expected? Ouch.”

She chuckled, “You know that’s not what I meant.”

It was silent for a moment as she perched herself on the edge of the dirty van, accepting the cigarette from him and taking several short drags from it. She fought a cough as the bitter smoke filled her lungs, chest constricting as she exhaled heavily.

“What would your friends think of you now, huh? Sitting with the freak, smoking, wearing… that.”

“I don’t know what they’d think, honestly. And I’m not totally sure that I care.”

“No?” He raised his brow, “You’re certainly singing a different tune. What changed?”

She shrugged, “You.”

“Me?”

“Well, I guess I’m the one that changed, but you’re the reason why. I’m, like, really into you, too. Like, a lot more than I am into hanging out with people who barely notice me,” She sniffled, “Did you know they’re having a party tonight? Because I didn’t until I passed Danica’s house on the way here, and to be honest, as pissed as I am, I don’t think I’d rather be anywhere else right now.”

Eddie didn’t waste another moment, cigarette thrown to the wind as his free hand gripped the base of her skull, forcing a bruising kiss onto her lips. She made a noise of surprise, though she didn’t make any objections as her fingers wound into the material of his wife-beater, only pulling him closer as her lips fought with his own with equal intensity.

Eddie got higher than ever before that night. The feel of her lips on his was enticing, instantly feeling the need for more. His heart pulsed when he closed the van door shut behind him and clambered on top of her, only comparable to that first hit of something strong, and as he pressed inside her again and again, he knew that he was hooked. There was no coming back from the way that his name fell from her lips, how she gripped him so tightly as she whispered how good he felt, how she kissed him so fiercely as he came undone.

Y/n was equally as high by the time that they had collapsed next to each other in a sweaty heap. She was high on Eddie, and there was no returning from such an addiction.

*REPOSTED UNDER A NEW TITLE BC THE LAST ONE GOT FLAGGED AS ADULT CONTENT*

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sumsebien · 4 years ago

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by design pt. 3// Prince Friedrich

series masterlist

summary: friedrich and y/n’s arrival in prussia! ft. frederica ;))

word count: 4.7k

warnings: none

a/n: apologies for the long wait darlings. here she is though. and she is a long one. also a side note for those who love symbolism as much as i do 💐 ;) also, my banabaer @milkbaer this one is for u baby. thank you for all of your help!!!

a german lesson: Gänschen means goose🦆 (that’s a duck but we can pretend) and schloss means palace/chateau/mansion

The massive railway station stood proudly as the gateway to Potsdam, located right where the forest met the city. Three archways made of worn bricks welcomed old friends and strangers alike. There was something in the slightly tinted mossy green that offered you an odd sense of home. Like you had been here before.

Friedrich stood next to you near the exit. You had had breakfast together, then got ready separately before meeting each other again here.

“I had a lot of memories with this train station,” Friedrich said as the train finally passed the great archway.

You didn’t realize that you had been holding your breath the entire time, waiting for the wheels to come to full stop. You had been storing information from Lea and Ilse about Friedrich’s mother all morning. Anything that might help you strike up a decent conversation with her from her favorite flowers (gardenias) to her pets (a schnauzer named Fifi). Since then, you had been a little preoccupied by your own imaginations of her as a mother.

From the way Friedrich talked about her, your first guess was that they were extremely like-minded. Aside from that, there was the fact that she was a Queen to consider. She obviously must be extremely elegant and poised. Even her dog sounded posh-Fifi the Schnauzer...

You were still listening to Friedrich though, just not closely. “Really?” you asked, your eyes following the platform numbers as they passed by.

He nodded proudly. “I ran here from the Palace and caught the train to Berlin for a boxing match.”

You laughed, now entirely engaged in imagining little Friedrich fleeing from his guards. “And how old were you?”

“Thirteen. I skipped a dancing lesson.”

“Shame. You could have become a ballerina and outdone my stunts at your Christmas party.”

“Who’s to say that I did not? There are still many shocking things that you don’t know.” His plan to distract you from your own nerves had worked wonderfully well. You two continued to discuss his boxing match up until you were escorted out of the station.

There, you were greeted by a great spectacle of carriages and a horse parade. Everywhere you looked there were men in uniforms. They were on horses, in open top carriages, on the streets, all waiting for you and Friedrich.

Back in London, your family frequently had two to three carriages to accompany you to social functions. It was already considered excessive for the ton. You would have laughed at the idea of this. Or to be honest, wouldn’t have even been able to imagine having an entire parade to accompany you a couple of blocks down the street.

And of course, you could not forget the icing on the cake-the largest carriage you had ever seen. The one you saw in France could not compare and certainly not the one in England. This one was completely enveloped in gold from top to toe-or rather from roof to wheels. On the top of the roof, there were golden cherubs holding up an olive branch and flowers.

It was a harsh reminder that Friedrich, someone who you had grown to identify as your friend over the last several hours, was also the firstborn son of the King, heir apparent to the throne. And you were his wife. Whatever agreement you had made with each other in private was not valid in the public eye. Here, you were a Princess. The Princess.

As Friedrich watched you marvel in the magnificence of the royal parade, he turned to Heinrich with a last minute decision. Well last minute for his father and valet but not for him. Friedrich had wanted to visit his mother for ages.

“I’m heading to my mother’s. We’ll catch up with the staff afterwards and meet you at the Berlin Palace.”

All of this was not on the schedule his father had drawn out and Friedrich was well-aware. He had even cancelled the state train that Friedrich specifically ordered to Potsdam just to make sure he would not take you here first. But Friedrich was not one to lose.

At the same time, however, he knew that his valet was absolutely terrified of his father, as did most people. Soon enough, when his father found out that his son was not on the train to Berlin and was nowhere near the Royal Palace, he would definitely not be happy.

“But your Highness, we really must get going now or we won’t reach Berlin by noon.”

“If he asks, just blame it on me. I’ll be in and out in one hour.”

Heinrich didn’t say anything after that, just nodded. For that, Friedrich was thankful, he did not want to ruin this magical moment for you. It was not going to be this magical for long.

As Heinrich left with your staff, Friedrich turned back to you. “Y/N?”

“I-Is this for us?”

The look on your face made him laugh. Your jaws were grazing the floors, your eyes slowly sweeping across the scene then glanced at him and back to the carriages again.

“I believe it is,” he smiled, offering you his arm.

…

The entire ride back to the Palace was essentially just for you to fathom the welcome wagon.

You could barely string a sentence together, nodding along as Friedrich picked out places that he mentioned in his stories last night, especially enthusiastic about the candy shop he was never allowed to go in.

Potsdam was charming. You could certainly imagine a very fulfilling and peaceful existence here where it wasn't hectic like London but not entirely placid like the countryside.

Just when you thought you could not be more impressed, you arrived at Sanssouci Park.

When Ilse briefly mentioned it, you had expected a park. Like Hyde Park or Regent’s Park or the little garden behind your house that your parents insisted was a park. Whatever you had imagined, however, could not hold a candle to what it was in reality.

“Welcome to Sanssouci Park,” Friedrich said casually, casting a brief look out the windows while your eyes were completely glued to the towering gates opening up for your parade to pass through.

The name was not meant to refer to a park. It was definitely not a park. It was a bloody forest. As you entered the road lined with dense trees, the temperature dropped slightly with the shade, effectively cooling you both from the outside in.

“This is what you call a park? Whatever do you two think of Hyde Park then? A child’s sandbox?”

Before he could answer, your attention was quickly captured by a glimpse of something magnificent as the carriage passed a gap between the tree trunks. You pointed towards the dash of yellow you’d seen. “Is that where your mother lives?”

Friedrich followed your gaze and promptly nodded. “That’s Sanssouci Schloss. Here is the back of it.” Just on cue, the carriage rounded the corner and headed towards the back of the Palace.

Your jaws were officially off now as your eyes feasted on the very picture of splendor.

From personal observations, people usually spent a great deal of time and fortune on making the fronts of their homes as extravagant as possible. It was all in the face, as they said. But not here. Here, even the rear side was grand.

There was a huge water fountain in the middle of the yard, the blue sky printed on the surface. Naturally, your eyes followed straight ahead, past the window behind Friedrich’s head towards the most elaborate set of marble stairs you’d ever seen. On either side were tall walls of hedges and rose bushes that covered the hillside.

“Can we walk up those steps?”

Friedrich turned to look at the steps and then back at you again.

It was not a steep hill. More of a gentle slope but exactly because of that, the steps were long and the landings were wide. Anyone in breeches would find it challenging enough as it was. But you were in a gown, in the sweltering July heat and you were volunteering to walk. “You can. People usually go straight to the entrance though. Are you certain you’d want to walk? It is a long way.”

You nodded, brushing off his concerns. All you cared about was the sight.

Per your request, the carriage stopped right before the grand stairs to Sanssouci Palace. You and Friedrich got out of the carriage.

From where you stood, you had to crane your neck up slightly to be able to see the Palace up the top. The strip of yellow you’d seen from afar turned out to be much more intricate than you’d expected. Beautiful white windows lined the yellow walls, right in the center was an oval shaped room with a cyan dome on top, perfectly aligned with the stairs. Even though it only had one story, its width certainly made up for its height, stretching across the hill.

As you walked ahead, Friedrich decided to stall a little bit. Memories of endless summer days spent on these lawns came flooding back.

He had missed this.

The last time he was here was the summer before he left for England. It was actually here that his aunt Charlotte came to visit with an invitation to Cambridge-the day that changed his life.

And now he was here with you. Someone he had dreaded to marry a mere few days before. Now a dear friend to him.

Straight in front of him, you were marching up the steps with admirable determination, your hands holding onto your skirt, lifting it off the ground. With sun on your skin and wind in your hair, you laughed and told him to hurry up. For that split second, he wished he was not just your friend. Though he discarded that thought as quickly as it came, it stayed stuck in the back of his mind as he matched your pace.

“These are a lot of steps,” you remarked after the first flight of stairs was behind you. There were at least five more ahead. The excessively wide spaces between each step did not help with the general morale either.

“I did warn you,” he chuckled. “It was too exhausting a trip that Marie Antoinette rode a horse up these steps after her stroll in the garden.”

You paused for a moment.

Friedrich thought you were imagining the French queen trotting up the steps with her stallion. But as it turned out, he was wrong.

“Did he invite her over during one of the military clashes between Prussia and France?”

To say that Friedrich did not expect that was an understatement. You had told him you read but he never asked for the specifics on what exactly you were interested in. At that moment, he simply thought you’d be interested in a made-up tale to forget about the stairs. He did not think for a moment you’d be interested in foreign conflicts enough to know the feud between Prussia and France. He knew he certainly wasn’t as a student.

“You can’t fool me. I know,” you said, laughing at the shock on his face.

Pleasantly impressed, he remarked, “Full of surprises I see.”

“You’ll see that in this friendship,” you motioned between yourselves, “you’re not the only one who can shock.”

He gave you a nod, lowering his eyes and watched his steps before he murmured to himself. “Friendship, yes.” He reminded himself of how grateful he was to be your friend. And that maybe pining over you for the rest of his life was better than having you hate him.

If there was one thing for certain, it was that you two would not repeat his parents’ mistakes.

“Darling!”

The voice caused Friedrich’s eyes to snap upwards, slightly alarmed as they weren’t expected on this side of the Palace. Everyone was supposed to be at the front.

The first thing he saw was that you had stopped as well, only standing two steps above him. And then, on the top flight, he saw his mother, waving at him. She wasn’t supposed to greet them outside. At the same time though, he wouldn’t expect her to wait that long for anything anyways.

He waved back with a laugh. She hadn’t changed one bit since the last time he saw her nearly a year ago. A straw sunhat on top of her head, a basket of flower and gardening tools in her hand.

“I-is that-“

Friedrich nodded. “Yes, that’s her. That’s my Mama.”

The nervous jitters came back to you. You knew how much his mother meant to him. She was the true hero of his childhood and you were just excited to meet her. However, you also knew that in no way was this arrangement made by her. And no matter how friendly you were with Friedrich, as his mother, she would not easily trust you.

You quickly masked your nervousness with a gentle smile. It was the safest route after all. Better look like a smiley fool than a grumpy idiot. You thought.

The Queen began to walk down the steps briskly, meeting you halfway up the last flight of stairs. Immediately, she threw her arms around Friedrich, pulling him into a bear hug. “There you are, you Gänschen! You’ve kept your mother waiting long enough!” She said, messing up his hair and only letting go of him once he was shaking with laughter.

When he and your maids said she was very carefree in private, you did not expect her to be this carefree. A lady was not supposed to be out in the sun like this, no less a queen. She was also much more beautiful than you could ever imagine, with her honey blonde curls tumbling down her back in waves and her big blue eyes which were now on you.

“Apologies, Mama,” he stepped back, allowing you to take a step forward. “This is Y/N, my wife. And Y/N, this is my Mama.”

“It is such an honor to meet you, your Majesty,” you said, bending your knees into a curtsy, praying you wouldn’t stumble backwards and ruin the first impression.

You had an overwhelming want for her to like you. And you felt like this first meeting was of paramount importance in deciding that. If it did not go well, she would never see you as anything more than a girl her son was forced to marry. And that was terrifying even in the case where Friedrich remained a good friend.

You were not wrong. Frederica did not expect much from a match made by Louis, a man who clearly did not know his own son or even cared to try. Assuming he did know his son, it would not even be of any matter at all. The only thing he had ever cared about was grooming an heir. This arrangement, no doubt, served that.

But Frederica could not ignore the large smile on her son’s face as he ascended the steps with this young lady.

That? That was not by design.

Frederica shook her head and offered you her hand to help you stand up straight. “I prefer Frederica. At least when we are not in court.”

She gave you a cheeky wink and plucked a gardenia from her basket, tucking it by your ear. “Come on now! I am sure it has been a long trip for the both of you. Let us have some tea before you go.”

...

Frederica led the both of you into the Palace through the doors into the oval room. Inside it was just as spectacular as its exterior. Tall columns held up the painted dome where a chandelier was hung. The three arched windows looking out to the gardens were pushed open by three footmen, allowing sunlight and fresh air to gush into the space, lightening up the entire room.

“Please have a seat, dears,” Frederica said, gesturing to the rounded table in the middle of the room.

You were still too in awe to be able to settle down calmly in your seat but obeyed her anyways. Beside you, Friedrich was glancing around the room, like he was in search of something.

“Is Fifi not here?” he asked as a butler approached the table with a cake stand.

Just on cue, Fifi-his mother’s Schnauzer, shot through the doors. You nearly gasped out of sheer excitement when you saw the ball of salt and pepper fur fly into the room like an arrow. You had always shared a fondness for dogs. Yet you never had one. The only dogs you had were your father’s hunting hounds and he made sure you remained far away from them.

“Speak of the devil...” Friedrich turned to you, “this is Fifi, hated by most but very loved by my mother. Mostly because she smells like fish.”

He kept his eyes on the dog as she strolled around, heading in your direction and getting alarmingly close. “Fifi!” he said, shooing her off. The dog didn’t care, just kept on going forward.

“Oh, it’s quite alright! I love dogs,” you said, fighting the urge to pet Fifi who was quietly sniffing at the hem of your skirt.

Frederica was absolutely surprised when she saw her Schnauzer so quiet. Her dog was not friendly with strangers. By this time there should have been an accident.

The delayed accident happened right after that. Fifi bit down on your dress, tugging at it playfully.

More surprising, however, you didn’t seem scared of the feisty little old thing either. You just laughed.

“Fifi! Leave the poor girl alone!” Frederica said, tapping her shoes against the floor.

Friedrich quickly leaned forward and picked her up. Being lifted off the ground, she released your skirt and focused on wiggling out of Friedrich’s grasps instead. When she eventually succeeded, Fifi headed back to you, circling your feet, her tail wagging.

Friedrich clicked his tongue, about to bend over again to shoo Fifi off. Not that she would care. But the dog plopped down between your chair and his mother’s, out of Friedrich’s reach.

She looked up at you with big eyes, begging for a pet, which you were happy to provide. You reached down and scratched her ears. It was all rather brave, if he must admit.

“I know it is hard to believe but she seems fond of you,” Frederica mused, seeing Fifi transform into a whole other dog under your touch. She was not usually this sweet.

Friedrich scoffed. “The devil almost ripped her skirt off,” he gestured to the hem of your dress, and glared at Fifi.

“It’s fine, honestly. I think it was a compliment if anything,” you said with a smile.

He sighed. “Don’t defend the perpetrator! She has a terrible temperament. And you know it,” he turned to his mother.

“Fifi does. as much as I love her,” Frederica nodded. Fifi’s ears perked up at the mention of her name, blinking at her owner. “But you seem like a very experienced animal whisperer.”

“No, actually. I never had one.”

“Well, that’s a shame. You’re great with Fifi. And if you can handle her, you can handle any dog.”

“Any dog is better than Fifi,” Friedrich said under his breath. Nevertheless, he was glad to see the two of you bond. Even if it was over Fifi the Ferocious.

On the bright side, at least she wasn’t coming back with them to Berlin. It was the only thing Friedrich and his father had ever had in common-a dislike for the Schnauzer.

...

Heinrich was being escorted into the Palace towards the audience room. A place he would much prefer not to go to on his own. He had arrived for over an hour and still you two were nowhere to be found and it was only for so long he could hide the train of carriages. Eventually, one of the butlers alerted the King of his presence and he was immediately requested inside.

Heinrich had suspected that you would arrive slightly late. He just didn’t think it could be this late. He had no idea what he was supposed to say. One misstep and off with his head.

When the doors to the room were swung open, the King was throwing a fit. His deafening yell rang across the room and bounced against the tall walls. It certainly did not help with the nerves.

“WHERE IS MY HORSE?” he demanded, rising up from the throne. From where he stood, he towered over the poor footman. “I am late for hunting!”

“Your Majesty, you cancelled today’s hunt.”

“And why on earth would I do that?”

Heinrich kept quiet, remaining invisible as he approached the throne behind the butler. He was not about to be caught in the middle of a crossfire during one of the King’s fits.

The footman blinked. Heinrich could see the man debating whether or not to answer, lest it was a rhetorical question.

“B-because the Prince is back from England, sir?”

“Oh,” the King said. His voice quieter than before and sat back down again. The crease between his Majesty’s eyebrows disappeared, his expressions softening slightly. Then he turned to the footman with a quizzical look. “And where is the Prince?”

The footman turned around and met Heinrich’s eyes. And then the King followed his gaze. So much for not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

“I-“ Heinrich began, his mind drawing a blank.

If he were to tell the truth, Friedrich and you would no doubt be in trouble. However, if he didn’t tell the truth, he’d be in trouble and so would you two. And if he just said he didn’t know, he’d be on the first ship to an island far far away.

“Well?” The King barked.

“I’ll go get them, your Majesty!”

“Don’t just stand there. Hurry along then! Before I chop all of your heads off.”

Heinrich had never walked so fast out of a room his entire life. His heart was pounding as it began to dawn on him that he had just lied to the King. Well, it was not exactly a lie. He was going to get them. They just weren’t here yet. Unfortunately, none of that mattered. There was no reasoning with such a powerful man. All he could do was hope that he would still be alive to see another day.

Just when all of his luck appeared to have run out, he heard the distinct sound of hooves against cobble and rushed outside.

Friedrich helped you out of the carriage, still engaged in the never-ending tales of Fifi the Ferocious. You were laughing when you caught sight of the magnificent Royal Palace-Berliner Schloss. It was much boxier than Sanssouci Schloss with towering walls that casted a great shadow over the front lawn.

Household staff lined the steps on either side, straightening up as Heinrich dashed past them. Some had their heads turned, the younger ones especially, their curious eyes on you, trying to catch a glimpse of the new Princess. The more seasoned staff near the top stayed perfectly still, resisting the urge to look anywhere other than straight ahead.

“Your Highnesses!” He said, bowing so quickly you were worried his head might snap off. “Your presences are requested. Immediately!”

...

Through the doors you could faintly hear your titles being announced. Your palms were clammy so you hid it behind you, focusing on what you might say in a couple of moments.

Friedrich was not nervous, of course.

He was the one who planned the detour in the first place. And while you had enjoyed the time with Frederica very much, perhaps a little too much, it had delayed your schedule by well over a couple of hours. It meant that you made the King of Prussia, your father-in-law wait.

The only person more nervous than you was probably Heinrich. Every time you caught a glimpse of his face, he seemed more haggard than the last. You were not certain whether he was really sick or just worried.

"My father will say things. Things that are aimed to test you. Do not mind any of it," Friedrich said quietly.

"Something tells me I should take that as a suggestion. One look at Heinrich and I know what I am in for."

Friedrich sneaked a glance at his valet and gave you a small smile. "Heinrich has always been that way. Worries a little too much."

"Maybe that is for good reason-"

The trumpets sounded, prompting you to straighten up, smooth your dress and put on a smile. In the corner of your eyes, you could see Friedrich cracking up. Had it not been for the fact that you were being presented right then, you would have given him a slipper to the chest. He was still smiling up until you had to walk through the doors.

Then, his demeanor shifted completely. You did not dare to make eye contact with the King. All you saw was brief glimpses of a man, wearing a red cloak on the throne. But Friedrich, he was looking straight down the room, challenging his father.

From the stories he had told you, you knew that Friedrich had a rough relationship with his father. Once he got a chance to break away, he vowed he would allow his father to have full control of his life again. And from the suffocating tension in the air, you knew his father would not make it easy.

“The Prince and Princess of Prussia, your Majesty,” a footman announced.

"Your Majesty," you said, giving the King a curtsy.

"Welcome, welcome. I hope the journey was not too rough for you.”

You smiled and nodded. Not a bad start.

However, it was a completely different story when you saw Friedrich’s face. He raised his eyebrows, clearly unconvinced by his father’s concern. "You do, father? Wasn’t it on your orders that the state train never arrived?”

“Now, now, Friedrich. That was none of my doing.” The King turned to you with a small smile. “I must say, you are much prettier than I expected, my lady.”

He had made such an effort to emphasize the last two words that even if you weren’t listening, you still would have caught them. The King was smirking on his throne, his icy eyes sending chills down your back.

“I believe it’s your Highness, father.”

This row was your fault. You could tell.

“No, I don’t think it is. You didn’t get married.”

“We did.”

“That did not count.”

“How? Because you weren’t invited?”

“I see all of your manners have gone out the door since you stepped foot out of this country.”

Friedrich wanted to scoff. It was always going to be about England. If they were going to have this conversation, he was going to do it properly. But not in front of you.

He turned to Heinrich. “Take the Princess to see the chambers.”

You didn’t want to leave. You were responsible for this in one way or another. You should be here to take the blame. But Friedrich shook his head like he knew what you were about to say. “Come with Heinrich. I’ll meet you later.”

“No need for that. Lady Brandt, your chief lady-in-waiting, will take you for a tour. Bernadine?”

You remembered Lea and Ilse mentioning her as well. However, at that time, she didn’t have a name or a face for you to attach her to just yet. You just knew that she was going to be in charge of all of your affairs like Heinrich was doing for Friedrich. Now she had a name and a face.

At the mention of her name, she nodded and stepped forward from the line of staff on your right. She was dressed in a blood red dress, a strand of pearls wrapped around her long neck. She came towards you, giving you an impressive curtsy, tipping her head forward slowly yet keeping her hat perfectly still on her dark raven hair.

When she looked up, you were finally able to see her striking hollow eyes, tall cheekbones and an ever so slightly upturned corner of her lips. She looked awfully familiar. Like a much younger version of your mother actually. And she was just as terrifying.

“Come with me, your Highness.”

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While many artists would jump at the chance to tell you how lockdown has been a fruitful opportunity for self-improvement, full of pseudo self-help books and pompous podcasts, former One Directioner Louis Tomlinson is adamant that he has done, well, nothing.

“I’ve just watched loads of s___ TV,” he says after a long pause. “The Undoing is decent, isn’t it?”

Twenty-eight--year-old Tomlinson from Doncaster was always the down-to-earth Directioner, frequently describing himself as fringe member who spent more time analysing the band’s contracts than singing solos, known for chain-smoking his way through several packs of cigarettes a day and swearing like a trooper. A rarity, these days, among millennials who’d rather suck on a stem of kale and tweet about their #blessings.

He's getting ready to rehearse an exciting one-off gig that will be live-streamed from a secret London location on December 12, announced today exclusively via the Telegraph. The proceeds of the night will be split across four charities: The Stagehand Covid-19 Crew Relief Fund and Crew Nation, Bluebell Wood Children’s Hospice and Marcus Rashford’s charity FareShare, to help end child poverty.

The gig means a great deal to Tomlinson, whose first ever tour as a solo artist, to promote his debut solo album WALLS, was cut short back in March after just two concerts in Spain and Mexico. It was an album he’d spent five years working on: a guitar-led project that ruptured with the preppy pop anthems of One Direction, inspired instead by Tomlinson’s love for Britpop.

No doubt he was anxious to get it right following a decade “grown in test tubes”, as Harry Styles once described the band’s formation on the X Factor, where they came third before going on to make a reported $280,000 a day as the most successful band in the world. The pressure, too, was intense: all four bandmates had already released their own solo debuts.

Was he left reeling, I ask, unable to perform at such a crucial moment?

“The thing that I always enjoyed the most about One Direction was playing the shows, so my master plan, when I realised I was going to do a solo career, was always my first tour. It’s something I’ve been looking forward to for the best part of five years now. I got so close, I got a taste for it, and it’s affected me like everyone else, but I’m forever an optimist,” he says down the phone, with what I can only imagine to be a rather phlegmatic shrug.

Sure, I say, but the last year can’t have been easy. Didn’t he feel like his purpose had popped?

“You know what,” he says, reflecting, “maybe because I’ve had real dark moments in my life, they’ve given me scope for optimism. In the grand scheme of things, of what I’ve experienced, these everyday problems...they don’t seem so bad.”

Tomlinson is referring to losing his 43-year-old mother, a midwife, to leukemia in 2016, and his 18-year-old sister Felicite, a model, to an accidental drug overdose in 2018. The double tragedy is something he has been open about on his own terms, dedicating his single, Two of Us, from WALLS, to his mother Johannah, while often checking in with fans who have lost members of their own family.

It’s not unusual for Tomlinson to ask his 34.9 million followers if they’re doing alright, receiving hundreds of thousands of personal replies. It’s not something he will discuss in interviews, however, after he slammed BBC Breakfast for shamelessly probing his trauma in February this year. “Never going back there again,” he tweeted after coming off the show.

“Social media is a ruthless, toxic place, so I don’t like to spend much time there,” says Tomlinson, “but because of experiencing such light and shade all while I was famous, I have a very deep connection with my fans. They’ve always been there for me.”

In return, Tomlinson is good to them. Last month he even promised some new music, saying that he’d written four songs in four days. Does this mean that a second album is on the way?

“Yeah, definitely,” he says. “I’m very, very excited. I had basically penciled down a plan before corona took over our lives. And now it's kind of given me a little bit of time to really get into what I want to say and what I want things to sound like. Because, you know, I was really proud of my first record, but there were moments that I felt were truer to me than others. I think that there were some songs where I took slightly more risk and owned what I love, saying, ‘This is who I want to be’. So I want to take a leaf out of their book.”

Fans might think he’s referring to writing more heartfelt autobiographical content such as Two of Us, but in fact, he’s referring specifically to rock-inspired Kill My Mind, he says, the first song on WALLS. “There’s a certain energy in that song, in its delivery, in its attitude, that I want to recreate. People are struggling at the moment, so I want to create a raucous, exciting atmosphere in my live show, not a somber, thoughtful one.”

He sighs, trying to articulate something that’s clearly been playing on his mind for a while. “You know, because of my story, my album was a little heavy at times and a little somber. And as I'm sure you're aware, from talking to me, now, that isn't who I am.”

It must be draining, I say, the weight of expectation in both the media and across his fanbase, to be a spokesperson for grief and hardship. To have tragedy prelude everything he does and says.

“Honestly, it’s part of being from Doncaster as well, I don’t like people feeling sorry for me. That’s the last thing I want.”

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The problem is, says Tomlinson, he doesn’t have the best imagination. “I have interesting things to say musically, but what’s challenging from a writing perspective is that I write from the heart, and I can’t really get into someone else’s story. And right now, being stuck at home, you have so little experience to draw from. It’s actually quite hard to write these positive, uplifting songs, because actually, the experiences that you're going through on a day to day basis, you know, you they don't have that same flavour.”

There is something that’s helping, though: a secret spot near Los Angeles, where he divides his time. “It’s remote and kind of weird, and I’m going to go there for three days and write. I don’t know why I’m so drawn to it. I found it via a YouTube video. It’s got some very interesting locals who live there, it’s sort of backwards when it comes to technology. It feels like you’re going back in time when you’re there. But I don’t want to give it away.”

Another source of inspiration for his second album is the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ back catalogue. “I grew up on their album Bytheway. And during lockdown I've been knee deep in their stuff. I’ve watched every documentary, every video. And I find their lead guitarist John Frusciante just fascinating.”

Has he spoken to Frusicante?

“I f______ wish,” snorts Tomlinson.

Surely someone as well-known as Tomlinson could easily get in touch?

“No, honestly, I think he’s too cool for that. He’s not into that kind of thing.”

Tomlinson’s passion for all things rock is also spurring on a side hustle he picked up as a judge on the X Factor in 2018: managing an all-female rock band via his own imprint on Simon Cowell’s Syco label. While the group disbanded before releasing their first single, and Tomlinson split from Syco earlier this year, the singer is keen to nurture some more talent.

“I'm not gonna lie, my process with my imprint through Syco, it became challenging and it became frustrating at times,” Tomlinson says a little wearily. “The kind of artists that I was interested in developing – because I genuinely feel through my experience in One Direction, you know, one of the biggest f______ bands, I feel like I've learned a lot about the industry – they weren’t ready-made. So I had lots of artists that I took through the door that were rough and ready, but major labels want to see something that works straight away. I found that a little bit demotivating. I love her and she's an incredible artist, but not everyone is a Taylor Swift.”

Tomlinson spends much of his free time scouting new talent either on YouTube, Reddit or BBC Introducing – he’s currently a huge fan of indie Brighton band, Fickle Friends. His dream is to manage an all-female band playing instruments. “Because there's no one in that space. And I know eventually if I don't do it, someone else will!”

Before he drives off to rehearsals, we chatter about how much he's been practising his guitar playing, and how he can't wait to take the whole team working at his favourite grassroots venue, The Dome in Doncaster, out ice-skating after he performs there on his rescheduled tour. “Because I've got skills,” he says, and I can hear his chest puff.

And then I ask the question every retired member of One Direction has been batting off ever since they broke up in 2015, after Zayn Malik quit. Rumours that his bandmates saw him as a Judas went wild after some eagle eyes fans noticed they’d unfollowed him on Instagram. Payne, Tomlinson, Horan and Styles have barely mentioned him since. Recently, however, they re-followed him, and Payne has teased that a One Direction reunion is on the cards.

So: might 2021 be the year of resurrection?

“I thought you were going to ask something juicier!” say Tomlinson witheringly. “Look, I f______ love One Direction. I'm sure we're going to come back together one day, and I'll be doing a couple of One Direction songs in my gig. I always do that, so that's not alluding to any reunion or anything. But, I mean, look, I'm sure one day we'll get back together, because, you know, we were f______ great.”

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Alfea Cardinal Orientation Ramble/Notes Part 01:

Based on statements made during the Season 01 siege, (Episode 22) the Alfea Entrance Gate is the Eastern side of Alfea, the Tower which collapses during this siege is the North-East Tower.

Based on the view past the tower (the lack of any sign of the lake or Magix), the direction of the flying soldiers, and the ground troops, it is reasonable to assume they came along the road rather than attempting to pave their way through the forest since they’d need to go around the lake anyway.

During Season 02 (episode 01), Bloom refers to the location of Alfea’s “Forbidden Magic Archive” as “somewhere near the South-West Tower.”

It is possible that the four notable towers (two flat topped and two dome topped towers at either end of the long side buildings) are aligned with the Cardinal (North etc.) directions and not the Ordinal (North-East etc.) however, if this were the case, this would make the central building in which Fargonda has her office, the only building which could be classified as a tower, which could in turn, be the south-west tower.

This would mean that the main entry gate is on the North-Eastern side of Alfea-

(Based on screen shots showing Magix and panning shots from Alfea to Cloud Tower, Alfea should be the flower looking symbol, with Cloud Tower being the Triforce, and Red Fountain being the spikey black triangle on yellow. Brown blob on A|CT connecting line Lake Roccaluce? Terrible map. 2/10.)

-putting Magix to the North, Cloud Tower to the North-East, and Red Fountain East.

Which would make sense except it would mean that the army came basically straight across the lake, or skimmed it’s Northern edge as closely as they could. (But then they would have said North, and the gate would be the North-East.)

I need to find more mentions of Directions. (Cardinal or Ordinal.)

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“I’ve just watched loads of s___ TV,” he says after a long pause. “The Undoing is decent, isn’t it?”

Far from aimless, however, today the singer is full of beans, cheerily shushing his barking dog as he potters about his North London home where he lives with his best friend from home, Oli, and his girlfriend, the model Eleanor Calder.

Was he left reeling, I ask, unable to perform at such a crucial moment?

Sure, I say, but the last year can’t have been easy. Didn’t he feel like his purpose had popped?

In return, Tomlinson is good to them. Last month he even promised some new music, saying that he’d written four songs in four days. Does this mean that a second album is on the way?

It must be draining, I say, the weight of expectation in both the media and across his fanbase, to be a spokesperson for grief and hardship. To have tragedy prelude everything he does and says.

“Honestly, it’s part of being from Doncaster as well, I don’t like people feeling sorry for me. That’s the last thing I want.”

There is something that’s helping, though: a secret spot near Los Angeles, where he divides his time to see his four-year-old son, Freddie, whom he shares with his ex Briana Jungwirth, a stylist. “It’s remote and kind of weird, and I’m going to go there for three days and write. I don’t know why I’m so drawn to it. I found it via a YouTube video. It’s got some very interesting locals who live there, it’s sort of backwards when it comes to technology. It feels like you’re going back in time when you’re there. But I don’t want to give it away.”

Has he spoken to Frusicante?

“I f______ wish,” snorts Tomlinson.

Surely someone as well-known as Tomlinson could easily get in touch?

“No, honestly, I think he’s too cool for that. He’s not into that kind of thing.”

So: might 2021 be the year of resurrection?

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“I’ve just watched loads of s___ TV,” he says after a long pause. “The Undoing is decent, isn’t it?”

Far from aimless, however, today the singer is full of beans, cheerily shushing his barking dog as he potters about his North London home where he lives with his best friend from home, Oli, [...].

Was he left reeling, I ask, unable to perform at such a crucial moment?

Sure, I say, but the last year can’t have been easy. Didn’t he feel like his purpose had popped?

In return, Tomlinson is good to them. Last month he even promised some new music, saying that he’d written four songs in four days. Does this mean that a second album is on the way?

It must be draining, I say, the weight of expectation in both the media and across his fanbase, to be a spokesperson for grief and hardship. To have tragedy prelude everything he does and says.

“Honestly, it’s part of being from Doncaster as well, I don’t like people feeling sorry for me. That’s the last thing I want.”

There is something that’s helping, though: a secret spot near Los Angeles, [...] “It’s remote and kind of weird, and I’m going to go there for three days and write. I don’t know why I’m so drawn to it. I found it via a YouTube video. It’s got some very interesting locals who live there, it’s sort of backwards when it comes to technology. It feels like you’re going back in time when you’re there. But I don’t want to give it away.”

Has he spoken to Frusicante?

“I f______ wish,” snorts Tomlinson.

Surely someone as well-known as Tomlinson could easily get in touch?

“No, honestly, I think he’s too cool for that. He’s not into that kind of thing.”

So: might 2021 be the year of resurrection?

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My Crazy Wordgirl Theory #2

I will get to writing stories for my version of the Becky Boxleitner au. I just really need to get this out of the way. After going through sites for the canon facts of the Wordgirl television series and re-watching old Wordgirl episodes to help me write some stories for my version of the au, I sort of discovered something interesting. In a scene from “The Rise of Miss Power” we see an image of a male and female Lexiconian superhero duo painted on the ceiling of the room in the episode special. Now about everyone in the fandom has speculated that image is a painting of her biological parents, or an idea of what her parents would look like. But what if that were not true? What if that painting was just a symbolic image of what the humanoid people on Lexicon typically looked like? Back in the episode, “Wordgirl Makes A Mistake”, Becky mentions that she accidentally crawled onto the ship of Captain Huggy Face, a famous (Lexiconian) Air Force Pilot when she was really little. For about 10 or 11 years, Bob and Becky have been raised on earth with no attempts to get back to Lexicon, and no one from Lexicon has come to find them. I am not trying to paint Becky’s biological parents in a bad light, but why was no Lexiconian searching for their lost child? From looking at Wordgirl’s Spaceship Hideout, it appears that people from Lexicon have the technological resources to track down the crashed ship of a famous pilot and find him and a lost child. This would take them only a few years. Also looking at Wordgirl’s origin story, it seems that Lexicon is not lightyears away from Earth or Becky and Bob would have been a bit older than when they were found in the origin flashback. (I know it is a cartoon, but some rules of science still apply to the show). I don’t know how far the planets are from each other but I think they exist in the same solar system if indicated by the alien tech that Lexiconians are able to travel faster to planets without aging much. Again I ask if this is possible, then why has no one come to rescue Becky and Bob? What if it was because Becky was meant to have crawled onto Huggy’s ship and never be found? We don't know the strength of Lexiconian’s memory at a young age. We know they can remember everything they read since Becky knows every word in the dictionary, but we don’t know how early they maintain a photographic memory. I believe that Bob may have told Becky the story about how they came to earth when she was old enough. From watching that scene, we can assume Becky only has memories of crawling onto a ship and falling asleep, then waking up to a startled pilot. Bob even has no clue how a child with no business being near a spaceship about to take off so he tells her what he only knows. Could it be Becky was never meant to be found by anyone else from Lexicon? Why so? Why hide from a planet of heroes? Here is where the conspiracy I formulated in my head starts. Let’s consider this question: What if Becky was only half Lexiconian?

We first need to look at Lexicon’s political structure. About everyone who has watched or watches the show must have thought at one point that Lexicon was a planet of heroes which is why Becky wanted to use her powers for good and become a superhero at an early age. What we may not realize is that the term hero could apply differently on Lexicon than on Earth. In the flashback of Wordgirl’s origin, Becky refers to Huggy as a famous air force pilot. He is even called Captain Huggy Face. Also in the special, “The Rise of Miss Power”, Huggy gives Wordgirl a book titled Super Advanced Secret Battle Moves of the Planet Lexicon in order to help her in the final battle against Miss Power. Now I don’t know about you, but this makes me think that Lexicon had some type of military control and the term hero on their planet was a military term. One of the statues of a Lexiconian in that special was wearing a Roman-style helmet, something a soldier in the Roman army would wear. I don’t know if Lexicon has a military government or just a government with a strong military influence. I don’t know what type of rule Lexicon has, but it definitely has a military of some sort. From the statues and painting we seen of Lexiconians, Wordgirl’s outfit is typical outer clothing for Lexicon. This also sparks an idea of a common uniform for Lexicons which would make sense if there is some type of military influence on the planet. This ties into my theory about Becky. Now from what I have learned about aliens from all the sci-fi themed shows and movies such as Doctor Who and Monsters Vs. Aliens, most aliens seem to view the human race as a lesser species compared to them. We can see that with how Miss Power acted toward the villains and the citizens. Even though she was not a Lexiconian, Miss Power still viewed everyone as lesser and as servants to herself. In my opinion with Kid Math, before Wordgirl set him straight, he seemed to view heroics as a game or something interesting that he could copy for himself. He was friendly, but he appeared to take what Becky was teaching him about being a normal kid as a learning experience at first. I don’t know if this also applied to Lexiconians, but I think that due to the implications of military themes shown in the series, there are some that might have had a purity complex. There could have been Lexiconians might have wanted only their species to be the “heroes” and keep that in their own bloodline. I don’t think every Lexiconian held that belief since in one episode we see Bob on a date with Bosco, but maybe some in higher social classes strongly believed in purity, or would never consider marrying a human. With the evidence of military themes, it is possible they have class structures on Lexicon. Now what if a high class Lexiconian, broke that purity thinking and mated with a human. Here is my theory on Becky’s Parentage.

A woman from Lexicon, someone with military training like huggy has and in a high position, was put in an arranged marriage with someone she did not love at all nor could ever love. This person, a military man, possibly with a higher rank than the woman and have strong familial ties on Lexicon, was a corrupt person. She tried everything she could to get out this arranged marriage, but even her family was pushing her to do it because of reasons such as tradition or importance of appearance or something that only concerns them and not the woman. The woman soon takes an exploration opportunity and uses it to get away from all the drama she is facing and for her own mental and emotional health. She soon lands on planet earth, specifically a place called Fair City, and explores around for a while. This woman soon spots a distracted human male about to cross onto a busy road. This woman already has a good nature and quickly pulls the man out of danger without anyone noticing her unusual super speed. The man, grateful, turns to thank the woman. According to how love works from the Hotel Transylvania movies, they immediately zinged. This man and woman get to know each other a little bit more over the time the women was allowed to stay away from Lexicon. She does not give every detail about herself (her alien background), but she feels free with this man who respects her emotions and loves her for her. They get more intimate over months and everything is going great. Then she feels ill one day and under the guise of going to a hospital, the woman goes back to her ship for a medical scan. To her surprise, she is pregnant with her boyfriend’s child. This is bad because her time on exploration is about to be up and if she returns any time later, they will find about about her hybrid offspring and her corrupt fiance may kill her and her child as “punishment” for finding true love. She doesn’t have the option to not come back because they can and will do anything to find her and this would put her lover in danger as well. With a heavy heart she soon leaves her lover and returns to Lexicon and marries her corrupt fiance. She does this to protect her lover and child. This woman soon gives birth to a daughter that has her human father’s eyes with her mother’s facial features, hair color and style. The top parted bangs is a possible mixture of her human father’s and Lexiconian mother’s hair style. Her husband soon becomes suspicious about his wife’s time away and “their” child. About a year later, her husband discovers the child’s human lineage and goes into a dark rage. This woman hurries and escapes the dome city she lived in and soon encounters Captain Huggy Face about to take off. She sees that her husband and his men are about to catch up with her. She puts down her child and urges her to walk towards the ship. In a last ditch effort to save her child, she sacrifices herself and holds back her husband and his men long enough so the ship takes off and there is nothing that can be done. The fate of the woman is unknown.

In regards to Becky’s human father, let’s go over some canonical evidence. It says on the Wordgirl wiki that Becky has light brown skin. I believe Becky might be biracial. She could possibly be an offspring of an African American Woman and a white ethnic man. I googled what biracial kids look like and Becky looks similar to a biracial child born of a African American parent and a white ethnic parent. (I don’t know the what proper term I should use for referring to White ethnicity and I do not want to offend anyone by accident.) (I am just basing my conspiracy theory on visual evidence and scientific fact.) For about everyone, except one person, on Wordgirl, they have black eyes. I have seen fanart of the characters with different eye colors. For Becky’s dad, while I agree he could have blue eyes, it is also possible for him to have brown eyes as well, the eye color Becky inherited. Another thing I noticed that Becky could have inherited from her human father is his personality. Let’s review Becky’s personality and behaviors. Becky does not enjoy her family singing on the road or doing about any family car activity on a constant loop. Though not often, Becky is able to use gadgets and seems to have an understanding of how each part should work in a machine. She was able to make sure the egg and apple slicer that was entered in the Young Inventor’s competition was able to still function as intended after pressing them together using her super strength. Another thing is that she gets irritated when the spotlight is taken off her every time she accomplishes something as Wordgirl such as with Tiny Big and Granny May when she was an undefeated bingo champion. Wordgirl/Becky also tends to get a bit sassy when she is irritated just like her dad. She also acts proud of herself and her accomplishments as Becky and Wordgirl which border on the line between humble and prideful. Like her dad she does get distracted and a little absentminded such as when she leaves Huggy behind after a crime or when she gets too focused on her interests such as Pretty Princess and boy crushes. There are times when Becky wants to accomplish something, either for her own desires or to just impress people, she will become inconsiderate of others. Examples include Becky interrupting Violet’s rehearsal for the Romeo and Juliet play and revealing Scoop’s personal tooth secret when she took over running the school’s paper for a day. Becky also sometimes feels she “needs to always be the winner”. It can be assumed that she copies that behavior from Tim Botsford who gets very competitive and upset when his family does not win. The thing is that Tim is almost immediately humbled afterwords when he puts into perspective that he did his best and is a winner in his family’s and his own eyes. Becky may also share that perspective sometimes, but she will still tend to fret over her mistakes until someone calms her down. As I said, Becky sometimes still needs to feel as the winner, more so in her battles as Wordgirl against villains. We have also seen Becky feel upset when people don’t like her work such as when Violet and Bob hid Becky’s horrible painting in the janitor’s closet when they were decorating the school gym for a dance while Becky was fighting evil as Wordgirl. Becky is also seen to be clever and tricky when she needs to such as in the episode “Bend It Like Becky” when she was trying to get Dr. Two Brains to agree with a soccer match that would determine which group was going to enjoy the field for the next 3 months.

One final thing before I finish is that throughout some episodes, we can see Becky similarly imitate her human dad’s facial features and body gestures when he is there. Now I leave off with this question. Do Becky’s personality and behaviors I mentioned remind you of any cheese loving, villain scientist? I will let you think about it.

#wordgirl #dr two brains #lexicon #i may have gotten carried away #i tend to over analyze #i like to cause drama

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