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Shatter Me - Chapter Eleven

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 5037

Summary: The Winchesters were your world. After joining their hunter ranks, you quickly became attached to the brothers. After a successful hunt, you insist on going out celebrating with the boys – only for a loose end to catch up with you. You’re trapped in a world without hunger, thirst and the Winchesters. With the brothers beside themselves, they make preparations to say goodbye until Dean starts to connect to you through his dreams. Little do they know that you’re much closer than they think…

Chapter warnings: 18+ angst, fluff, a few swears, mentions of violence, bit of violence, more fluff.

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“Wh-what do you mean I’m the key ingredient?” Dean stuttered, pushing up off the chair but leaving one hand on the wood. Rowena smiled as she pulled the spell book back towards her, running her hands through her hair.

“When they witch cursed our dear Y/N, she appeared to have connected Y/N’s soul to yours, meaning you are bound. This is why you can travel to go and see her, this is why your loving is healing her somewhat.” She smiled coyly at her choice of words, her smile broadening when she noticed Dean’s expression soften and his cheeks flushing pink.

“…so to break her out, we’ve got to use Dean?” Sam clarified, leaning onto the table to look at the book Rowena was referencing too. The red headed witch just nodded, using her hands to help her explain as she glanced between all the men in the room.

“Yes. In some form, whether it be a strand of his hair or a part of his soul, Dean is the only one that can bring her home,” she spoke confidently, “whatever spell we use, whatever counter curse, it-it must be Dean that does it.”

The realisation that dawned on Dean’s face was noted by everyone in the room. His body language had changed and he began to pace side to side, a hand running down his face. He thought about the first spell that Rowena had tried and how it failed, causing you more pain. If he had been the one to do it, maybe the pain wouldn’t have been so bad. Maybe the fail safe wouldn’t have activated even if the spell hadn’t have worked.

“But we still don’t know where she is,” Sam all but groaned in frustration. He wanted his friend home as much as Dean did and tensions were running high. Rowena just took a deep breath as she noted the scene in front of her. It wasn’t the answer they were exactly looking for, they still didn’t know how to bring you home but knowing what curse it could be, it gave Rowena added information to help the cause.

“No but she’s not of this world,” she stated as a matter of fact, causing all three men in the room to stare straight at her, urging her to continue her explanation, “for a curse to work on this level, on this magnitude, she’s going to be in a different realm to ours. Not just in an abandoned shack up the road.”

“So do we have any clue whatever counter curse or spell we’re looking for?” Dean rubbed at the stubble on his face as he sighed, smiling slightly when he remembered how you’d mewled beneath him when it grazed your thighs. Rowena pulled out a chair, sitting herself down before lacing her fingers together on the table.

“Well…anything to do with sleeping, binding a person to the other and trapping a soul,” Rowena replied flatly.

“So-in other words-no?” Dean countered, a hand placed flat in front of him in Rowena’s direction.

“These books are good place to start.” Rowena smiled, motioning to the pile of books spread out on the dark wooded table in front of her and Dean groaned. Seeing Rowena’s choice of books on the table, Sam knew they would probably be there for some time. Leaning off the table, Sam wiped his hands down his jeans and pointed towards the kitchen.

“I’ll go make some coffee.” Sam smiled, picking up his already used mug and headed out of the library.

“None for me Sammy. I’m gonna need something a lot stronger than coffee,” Dean shouted after his little brother, choosing to head over to the liquor tray and grabbing himself a bottle of jack and a glass.

Dean placed himself at the end of the table, placing down his bottle and glass and began to pour himself a whiskey. He didn’t even need to ask as Rowena slid him over a couple of books to which he tilted his amber filled glass towards her in some sort of sarcastic thank you. Sam soon returned with his coffee and one for Rowena before settling himself down opposite his brother to dive into the research.

As Dean flicked through the pages in each of his books, taking down notes and marking possible connections, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to you. They’d been researching for a couple of hours and he was rudely awakened by Cas just after his third round with you. He was glad that you were just cuddling because he’d hate to think how weird it would have been for Castiel to pull him back mid – thrust. He shuddered at the thought. A physical action noted by Sam who just frowned at him in question but Dean just frowned back, taking another sip of his whiskey.

Piece by piece, information was passed over to Rowena. Any important fact found, any possible spell, anything that seemed close to what you were going through was sent the in the witch’s direction for her to clarify and join the dots. Sam was already on his third cup of coffee, Rowena seemed to be fuelling well on just the one and Dean, well; he was half a bottle of whiskey down. He couldn’t take much more of looking through books, his mind just kept wandering back to you.

“I’m going to leave you guys too it, I’m going to check on Y/N,” Dean informed the group as he stood from his seat “Cas?” He motioned for the angel to follow him as he walked over to the couch at the edge of the room. Castiel stood to follow but Sam also stood, holding his arm out to stop the angel from following.

“Dean-wait,” he shouted as he frowned at his brother. Dean just stopped in his stride, his hands on his hips as he sighed, knowing the tone in Sam’s voice.

“Sam, I need to check on Y/N alright?” He said, a little exasperated as he turned to face his little brother. Sam softened his frown slightly, allowing himself to look a little more concerned.

“I get that I do but, we need you here. We’re so close to getting her home and we can’t do that without you.” Sam pleaded, hoping his brother would stay with them, just help them pinpoint the exact counter curse they needed. Dean could understand where his little brother was coming from, he was only thinking along similar lines earlier on that day but he was also thinking about you, how he left you naked in that bed.

“Then just wake me up when you find something concrete alright? Look she’s alone in there, she’s hurting and she’s probably going out of her mind right about now,” Dean spoke strongly, gesturing with his hands “I mean I was woken up just after we’d-”

“-Yeah spare me the details.” Sam cut in, grimacing slightly as he looked towards his feet. He sighed and placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, reassuring their bond. He walked back towards his research and settled behind some books as Dean settled down on the couch.

“Alright Cas, help me catch them zees.” Dean bellowed, hardly containing his excitement that he was going to have his arms wrapped around you once more.

After a short sleep, you awoke feeling delightfully sore. You were still naked, wrapped in blankets and the smell of Dean lingered on your skin. Your thighs burned and the ache between your legs only made you crave him more. You broke out into a wide grin and your cheeks ached. Sure; you weren’t too happy about Dean being summoned back to the bunker by Cas and Sam, that was something you would bring up later, but you knew it was probably because they had found something important.

The thought of going home made you feel elated, especially now you had Dean. You couldn’t wait to cook him breakfast in bed, only for it to be left to go cold because he’d want you instead. You couldn’t wait to tangle yourself in his sheets, to writhe under him in the back seat of the impala and to allow your screams of pleasure to echo down the bunkers halls. Of course you were happy to get back to the normal things too; researching with Sam, hunting things and chilling watching films in the Dean cave.

Grabbing one of the blankets, you secured it around your body as you stood from the bed, aiming to get to the bathroom. As you placed your feet to the floor, you suddenly lost your balance and crumbled to the floor. You pushed the hair from your eyes and let out a soft chuckle, Dean Winchester had turned your legs to jelly, your muscles not wanting to work the way they are meant too. Dean Winchester had ruined other men for you, not that you’d want them of course. You could only imagine his reaction if he was here, you knew you would never hear the end of it.

You tried to move to get up but you felt as if someone had just drained all of the energy from your body. You couldn’t stand. You grabbed at the side of the bed, aiming to pull yourself up but your arms lacked the strength and you started to panic. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, your head was fuzzy as you crawled over to where there was a foot stool, using it to pull yourself up to sit on before trying to gain the strength to stand.

As you felt so lightheaded, you leant forward slightly, trying to calm your breathing and encourage the blood to flow around your body. It was the sudden contact of a warm hand that made you jump slightly and lose focus.

“Y/N!?” Dean looked concerned as he knelt in front of you, pushing the hair from your face which had become a little clammy. Your head started to feel like it was pounding and spinning at the same time, you couldn’t focus on his gorgeous green eyes, you couldn’t focus on anything.

“I’m good De,” you lied, “just feeling a little lightheaded.” At least that bit was true but the look on Dean’s face told you everything you needed to know, he didn’t believe that you were fine. He leant forward and placed a comforting kiss to your forehead before gently catching your lips.

“Come on, let’s get you back on the bed,” he whispered against them, wrapping his arm around you to encourage you to stand with him. He let his hands slide down your arms to grasp your hands as you stood but it was all too much. As soon as you were at your full height, your world spun and your head ached. It was at that moment, your eyes shut and you fell forward. Dean was quick to act, catching you almost immediately.

“Y/N?!” He worried, manoeuvring you in his arms so he could see your face but you were still, your eyes closed, “sweetheart?!” he softly caressed your face, hurriedly brushing strands of hair away from your brow before gently tapping your cheek but he got no response, “shit.” Dean panicked as he picked you up and lay you back down on the bed.

He may not have been a first aider but being a hunter, he’d picked up a thing or two over the years. Sammy had once told him what to do in case someone fainted, which could happen a lot in their line of work. Someone sees a ghost or a monster for the first time and it could happen more than you think. Dean grabbed a few pillows and placed them under your feet, helping to elevate them knowing that this is the quickest way to let blood flow quickly to your brain. He was hoping that this was just you fainting and not something more sinister.

He saw himself down on the edge of the bed as he looked down on you, his hands gently caressing your body as they travelled from your feet to your cheek. You were still wrapped in a blanket and it was taking all the self-restraint Dean had to not let himself peak under it. It had only been a few hours and he was already aching to see you naked once more.

“Don’t go giving up on me now baby, not when we’re this close,” he whispered as he squeezed his eyes shut tight, dropping his chin to his chest. He let his thumb graze to and fro over your cheek bone as he brought his gaze back to you. He couldn’t lose you, not now, not after he’d finally got you.

Minutes had passed when you started to stir, your head lolling to the side before you focused on the gentle feeling of something caressing your skin. Your eyes fluttered open to see those green ones of a certain Winchester who was currently looking down on your, concerned.

“De? Wha-what happened?” You mumbled, your head still spinning as you brought your hand to your forehead, trying to remember past events. Dean offered you a sincere smile as he pulled his hand from your face and took hold of your free one, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“You fainted sweetheart,” he said softly, bringing your encased hands to his lips, placing a soft but gently kiss to the back of your hand, “how you feeling?” His voice calm, his face gentle as you continued to hold his gaze. You offered him a weak smile.

“…tired. My body feels tired and my head is pounding but at least you were there to break my fall eh hero?” You tried to make a joke, wanting to playfully nudge him but your body felt like it was being weighed down with concrete. Dean leant forward, not letting go of your hand before capturing your lips in a loving kiss.

“Always Y/N.”

In the bunker; Rowena, Cas and Sam were working tirelessly through the books and Rowena’s notes. They were close and Sam could feel it, the energy in the air had changed and Rowena had a certain look in her eye. They had managed to whittle down the books and curses and now they were left with only three possible curses that it could be. That meant, there were only three possible counter curses. Suddenly, Rowena jumped up from her seat making Sam and Castiel flinch in shock.

“By those almighty, I think I’ve found it!” She exclaimed, her hands either side of the book and notes in front of her as she beamed with pride.

“What, the curse?” Sam asked, an almost relieved look on his face. Rowena nodded, holding a finger in front of her to symbolise that she had more to say.

“More importantly, how to break it,” she said confidently, the smile not moving from her lips and Sam stood from his seat, looking between her and Castiel in disbelief.

“That’s – that’s fantastic Rowena. What do we need?!” Sam asked urgently, wanting to get everything together so they could finally bring you home. Noticing Sam’s sudden bounce in his step as he came bounding over towards her, Rowena held up her hand.

“Don’t get to elated just yet, it’s not that simple,” she states as she slides the book around so Sam and Castiel could see it properly, “everything that it says in that book is exactly what we’re dealing with right now. There’s just the one thing that we have yet to figure out…” she trailed off, waiting for the boys to read the page thoroughly.

“Where she’s trapped,” Cas’ gravelly voice stated, looking up from the page to Rowena. She just nodded, putting her hands together in front of her.

“Exactly,” she confirmed, “that curse mentions that her soul would be bound to the one whom she loves the deepest, so to torture not just herself but her beloved till the day she dies. It also mentions that at the same time, her soul is to be trapped in that that she holds so dear.” Rowena continued, making her way around to Castiels side.

“So...she’s trapped in an object?” Castiel questioned, his eyes trained on the witch until she joined his side to look back into the book. Rowena just nodded, gesturing to the whole room around her.

“It could be anything,” she informed as Cas looked around the room, almost as if he could try to pinpoint the item straight away. Of course it was of no use, if there was any energy coming off such an item, he would have felt it resonating somewhere in this bunker.

“Photograph, an item of jewellery, an ornament – anything like that Y/N holds dear?” Rowena questioned, mainly looking at Sam but giving Castiel a passing glance also. Sam straightened his back as he stood tall, puffing air out of his nose as he held a small smile on his face.

“How long have you got? She’s forever keeping photos of us and taking little mementos from ou-” he stopped suddenly, his smile fading before a look of realisation taking over, “the snow globes! Of course how did I not figure it out sooner?” He chastised himself as he gathered his notes on the table, his aim to go to your room and finish this curse once and for all. Castiel frowned at Sam’s sudden outburst.

“Sam?” He questioned, clearly goading him for more information on what Sam had just admitted. Sam just smiled as he tucked his hair behind his ears, gesturing towards the hallway to your bedroom.

“Y/N’s got this obsession with unique snow globes, wherever we go she’s always on the lookout for one. She’s got to be trapped in one of those. The only thing is, I don’t know which one means the most to her,” he creased his brow, looking over to where his elder brother was currently sleeping softly on the coach, “we need to wake up Dean.”

Still wrapped in the blanket, you watched as Dean walked into the room, stripped of his flannel as he stalked over to you. He couldn’t stop the grin that graced your mouth as he smiled at you. He looked delectable in his black shirt, his tone stomach peeking just below the hem from where it had rode up a little. He came to your side, running one hand from your shin up to your thigh before gently squeezing.

“You’re bath is ready,” he spoke softly, his emerald eyes searching yours. You felt your stomach flip, your head was still spinning, your body still felt tired but you still couldn’t believe your luck that Dean Winchester was yours. Taking care of you, kissing you, touching you. Yes, the curse was a complete nightmare but you had wondered that if it wasn’t for this life changing hunt, would this have ever happened between you and Dean?

“Thank you De,” you replied, moving to get off the bed only to have his hands hold you firmly at your shoulders.

“If you think you’re walking, you are wrong sweetheart” Dean declared, hooking his arm under your legs and arms. You wiggled, trying your hardest to protest but it was to no avail, Dean was a lot stronger than you. Plus you’re body was in a weakened state so you were in no good state to put up much of a play fight now.

He carried you into the bathroom, placing you gently on the side of the tub as he gently pulled at the sheet wrapped around you. His eyes were on yours, silently asking if it was ok for him to do this. Even though you had been intimate; that he had seen you naked, he was still making sure you were comfortable enough for him to do this and it warmed your heart. You nodded and bit your lip, if you were feeling well enough, you’d take him again there and then.

Dean pulled the sheet away and you saw how he took a deep breath at the sight of you before he snapped his eyes back to yours. He blushed like a teenager that had just been caught looking at porn for the first time and you giggled.

“It’s nothing you’ve not seen before.” You teased as you turned around to step into the bath. Dean cleared his throat, holding his hand out for you to take to help you climb in.

“N-no I know,” Dean stuttered before smiling, “you just get more beautiful each time I get to see you,” he whispered as he concentrated on helping you into the water. You bit down on your lip, sliding down and encasing your body in the warmth it needed.

“Wow Winchester, what a line,” you chuckled, leaning your head back and letting out a sigh of contentment. The warmth was doing wonders for your muscles and you already started to feel a little bit better.

“It’s not a line Y/N,” Dean confirmed as he knelt down beside the tub, “believe me.” You looked up to see the endearment in his eyes and your stomach fluttered. Nothing else needed to be said in that moment, the way you were looking at each other was saying it all. You were the first to break eye contact, cupping some water over your chest.

“So, was it Sam, Cas or both of them who pulled you away from me earlier?” You asked coyly, remembering how gutted you felt when Dean vanished from your side, taking his warmth with him. Dean just hung his head, shaking it slightly as he rubbed his neck.

“Both of them,” he scoffed, “I swear when this is over and you’re home, I’m gonna get him back for cock blocking me twice.” The look Dean gave you made you laugh, it was so matter of fact that you had no doubt that the pranks he was going to pull on the boys were going to be epic.

“I’ll help with that,” you laughed but it soon faded when your eyes landed on your less faded cracks in your skin, “was there an update on…this….then?”

“Yeah. Apparently I’m a key ingredient on getting you home,” Dean nodded, bringing his hand in the bathtub to swirl the water around you, ghosting his fingers over your body as he did so, “when the witch curse you, the one she used bounded our souls together. That’s why I’m the key to bringing you home I guess.” He half shrugged, enjoying how the water was beading over your breasts before trickling back into the water.

“Bonded our souls together huh? Sounds almost romantic.” You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth with your tongue, watching Dean’s fingers dance over your abdomen.

“It’s definitely bordering on Hallmark right about now,” Dean joked, to which you laughed, “however something Rowena said bothered me. She said that you were not of this earth, whatever that means. We spent some time researching and we’ve managed to pinpoint a few possibilities so hopefully you won’t be here for much longer.” Dean was hopeful, the most hopeful he had been since all of this had happened.

“That sounds amazing. I miss my bed,” you smiled, imagining the thought of your memory foam mattress under your back before letting yourself mull over what Dean had said, “not of this earth though huh? Maybe parallel universe or something?” You thought aloud and Dean nodded, bobbing his head from side to side as he pouted, clearly in thought.

“We’ll figure it out sweetheart,” he said confidently pulling his hand from the water and wiping it on his jeans, “I’ll go make sure the fires roaring for when you’re out, don’t want you getting cold.” Dean got up before leaning over you to kiss you, his plump ones encasing yours.

You watched him walk out of the bathroom before hearing some wood clattering against wood. In an ideal world, this would have been some romantic weekend away. You’d love nothing more than to have him to yourself for a whole weekend in the middle of nowhere. No hunts, no monsters, no cock blocking Sam. You chuckled as you began to think of what mischief Dean was going to cause when all this was over. You’d been stuck in the middle of their pranks wars a few times but this time, you were taking sides.

After about ten minutes or so, you decided to get out, Dean was still tending to the fire to ensure it wasn’t going to go out. You patted yourself dry with a towel before seeing Dean’s discarded flannel hanging over the edge of the sink. You smirked to yourself, Dean was yours now meaning his clothes were fair game, he was yet to know of this but you were sure he wouldn’t mind. His flannel hung just below your ass and you buttoned it up just enough so he could see your cleavage. Even if you felt like shit, you could still make an effort to feel sexy.

Walking out of the bathroom, you leant on the door frame for support. You saw Dean stoking the fire, using the iron poker to tend to the flames when he heard your footsteps. Turning around, he saw you standing there and you saw how his jaw went slack and you bit back a smile.

“Jesus Y/N, you trying to kill me?” Dean husked as he dropped the poker to walk over to you, his hands on you immediately, his mouth leaving hot kisses at your neck.

“What? Don’t want me wearing your clothes?” You asked innocently, leaning to the side to give him more access. Dean just growled against your skin which sent shivers down your spine, his hands squeezing at your hips.

“Looking like that sweetheart, you can wear whatever you want of mine.” He stated, his lips travelling up your jaw to finish at your lips. You kissed him back with fervour, his lips making you feel weak in the knees. He smiled into your mouth, placing one last kiss before he pulled away, guiding you to the couch in front of the fire. He went to the bedroom to pick up a few of the blankets before coming back to you, glancing out of the window as he passed it.

“Does it ever stop snowing?” He questioned, as he made his way over to you. He tucked the blankets around you and you just shook your head in answer.

“No, it’s just a constant flow but the snow levels never rise.” You shrugged, sighing slightly. Dean just hummed at your response, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as he pulled you into him. He took the quiet opportunity to look around the cabin before looking back out the window at the falling snow.

“If you think about it, this is kind of poetic in a twisted way. You’re obsessed with snow gloves and this, where you are, is pretty much like one,” he stated, thinking aloud.

It took only a second, a mere second, but your veins ignited with a fire you couldn’t describe. You arched forward, flinging your body onto the floor by the fire as you writhed in pain. The scream that erupted from your throat was spine chilling. You remembered, you remembered everything.

You stared at the globe placed upon the counters surface. You were studying every detail, each tiny little gem, you were transfixed. The calculating voice of the witch sounding in your ears.

“It is said that a lost soul was trapped inside many years ago until her love came to find her. If the globe were to break, she would be forever lost.” The witch smiled, a sly grin. You believed her. Of course you did, she was spinning you a tale.

“Oh no, so she could still be in there?” You questioned, you were hooked. The globe had a quality about it that draw you to it, you ran your fingers over the glass as the witch entered your vision once more.

“It’s just a story dear,” she tapped your hand with a smile, a smile that now was making you feel somewhat uneasy “nothing to worry about”

You heard a whisper and your eyes went wide, before you could reach for anything to aid you, you’d been stunned; paralysed. A blue hue erupted around you and you felt as if your lungs were being crushed, you couldn’t breathe.

Your wounds that had healed had re opened, your skin pulling itself apart. The cracks travelled over your skin only this time, they weren’t stopping, neither were your screams. You’d rolled onto your back, arching it against the floor as the cracks made their way down your legs, across your chest and up your neck. Your skin tearing, parting and burning all at the same time. Dean was at your side, trying his hardest to keep you still, to pull you into him but you fought him. In that moment, all you could see was the witch’s face, all you could feel were the cracks embedding themselves in your being.

You saw her face, the way her lips curled into a smirk as she whispered at you.

“Altum somnum”

Another scream emitted from your throat and Dean grimaced. He pulled you hard, up to his chest and held you there tight. It was his voice that calmed you, his voice that brought you back from your memories.

“Y/N!” Dean pleaded, rocking you slightly, kissing your forehead as your nails clawed at his shirt, “son of a bitch, if I could kill her again sweetheart, I swear-”

“…the globe,” You whimpered, interrupting him as you tried to steady your breathing and not focus on the fiery pain.

“What?” Dean mumbled into your hair. You pulled back from him, your eyes tired, your skin sore as you fisted at his shirt.

“That damn snow globe Dean! Y-you need to go back, now. Wake up. Look for cracks anywhere on it, trust me,” you pleaded, your own tears trickling down your cheek as looked up into Dean’s glass orbs, “I…I think I’m in the globe.”

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Two Of Us – Lyric Video – LOUIS TOMLINSON

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ao3feed-swanqueen · 6 years ago

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After the Snap

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by cheshire6845

In the Marvel Avengers universe, Thanos snapped his fingers and half of the Earth's living creatures disappeared.

Storybrooke was not spared.

Words: 5037, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Relationships: Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan

Additional Tags: SwanQueen is assumed, Marvel Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, thanos - Freeform, One Shot, major character death cause of the snap

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bazypitchandsimonsnow · 7 years ago

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Part of Your World

Chapter 8: you and me against the world

Rated: T

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word count: 5037

Chapter: 8/11 (All chapters)

Summary: Both Simon and Baz are feeling hopeless, but things can turn around.

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Simon had been staring at the same page for almost ten minutes. He wasn’t even really looking at it, to be truthful. The multiple colours had swirled together in Simon’s anxious, racing mind. He kept going over yesterday’s events again and again. He’d had so much fun, so many wonderful memories, and so many moments. Moments where the air between him and Baz was electric, where they were so close together, only a breath away from finally kissing.

But they never closed that gap.

So of course Baz was stuck in a kingdom council meeting all day, leaving Simon alone to his own devices and further dampening what little chance he had to kiss him. He’d been holed up in the library with the picture books since he woke up. But even they, with all their pretty colours, couldn’t erase all his worry.

“Hey, Si.”

Simon jolted upright at the sound of Penny’s voice. She was next to him on the sofa armrest, as a seagull of course. Simon sighed and weakly waved.

“Sorry it didn’t happen yesterday,” she said. “I know you wanted it to.”

Simon shrugged slightly. Yes, he’d wanted it to happen, and it was disappointing that it hadn’t. But he still hoped for another chance.

“Si, maybe it’s time to...cut your losses.”

He raised an eyebrow at the seagull. Even in bird form, Simon could tell that Penelope was nervous. She ruffled her white wings, like she was adjusting her posture.

“I mean, Si, kissing Baz isn’t the only way to get away from Davy. I know you like him and your human stuff, but we could just...swim away. We can leave now and I’ll take you to some far off island, then let the spell time out tomorrow and we’ll just go as far as possible. Davy will never find us, I’ll make sure of it. Your prince isn’t the only method to escape.”

Simon inhaled sharply. Was that all Penelope really thought he wanted? Of course he wished to get away from David, but it was about so much more than that now. He loved land and the things on it. Like horseback riding, painted pictures, dancing, and sour cherry scones. All of these made him happier than the ocean ever had. He didn’t want to just meander underwater and fail at magic for the rest of his life. He wanted to stay here, so he could help Baz rule Watford someday and make baked treats like Ebb. And Baz wasn’t just a means of freedom. Simon truly cared for him. So much so that he didn’t want to live without him ever again.

He understood Penny’s concerns, but he couldn’t give up and go back to the sea. It wasn’t just about escaping David anymore. It was that he belonged in this world far more than the one underwater.

Simon shook his head vigorously, his curls flopping back and forth. It was the most effective non-verbal way to say, “absolutely not.”

“You have got to be kidding, Si,” she groaned. “You’re being unreasonable. If Baz doesn’t kiss you, which it’s looking like he won’t, then what? Just go back to David? I don’t want to see you so heartbroken that you’ll just slink back to him and let yourself be miserable forever. If we go now and just wait for the transformation to time out, you’ll still be free. You don’t need land or your prince.”

But I want both, Simon shouted in his mind, I want to stay here with Baz more than anything. He shook his head again. Penny groaned even louder.

“Fine! Be like that. Chase after your stupid prince for another two bloody days! But it’ll be without my help, I promise you that,” she shouted as she flew to the open window. “And if you end up right back under Davy’s thumb, it’ll be your own fucking fault!”

Simon huffed and crossed his arms, sticking his tongue out at the seagull. She rolled her eyes and flew away. He curled in on himself, snuggling into the purple cushions with the book balanced on his knees. He knew he was right. Penny was being too unreasonable.

Simon kept looking at his pictures. It took him a few moments to realise he was crying, tiny salt water drops hitting the page. Simon couldn’t tell why he was crying. Was it over fighting with Penny, his best friend who maybe never wanted to speak to him again? Was it over possibly leaving the land, where he felt truly content for the first time in his life? Or leaving Baz, who was a good part of the reason he was content? Worst of all, it could be over the thought of returning to his father. To living under David’s control forever. The thought of that was beyond chilling.

Maybe Penny’s right , he thought. Maybe he should just run now, before being heartbroken and possibly going back to David. But...that wasn’t a given. Part of him thought he still had a chance. And he refused to give up hope until then.

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Baz was so unbelievably bored. And that wasn’t easy to do. As Mordealia constantly reminded him, he was a nerd, who played the violin and read philosophy books for fun. But even he had trouble staying awake during some of these policy meetings. Especially when they were over bloody farmland division disputes.

“I say we move the west border of the Geary land five meters west,” a lord said.

“Absolutely not,” another replied. “Two is the most we should move it. Do not short my subjects because you want more corn, sir.”

“That is not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

Kill me now , Baz thought. The two men entered into the most mind numbingly polite argument in history. Malcolm didn’t interject. He preferred to let local lords try to settle things on their own before he said anything. Baz sat next to him, tracing a finger over the smooth wood of the war room table. He let his mind wander away to more happy times. Like yesterday.

Yesterday was a wistful word in his head now. Yesterday, when he’d spent all day with Simon. Baz remembered every time Simon smiled, or looked at something with awe, or laughed soundlessly. It was all still clear in his mind. Including every almost kiss. He’d been so close so many times, but things and people kept getting in the way. Almost like fate itself was working against him. That wasn’t surprising, actually. Life always seemed to fuck him over somehow.

He so desperately wanted to be back in the lagoon now, just before the stupid boat tipped over. When Simon’s gorgeous face, illuminated by fungus glow and starlight, was just an inch apart from his. If Baz could change history, he would’ve closed that gap sooner, before they tipped over and his own embarrassment over the disastrous failure became too overwhelming. No hesitation, just immediately press his lips against Simon’s and finally have his first kiss with the amazing boy. He wondered how it’d really feel. He tried to imagine the sensations. Soft, warm, electric-

“Basilton!”

Baz was wrenched out of his romantic daydream. Malcolm glared at him from across the long table, fingers tapping in an angry rhythm.

“Are you listening, Basil?” he asked gravely.

“Yes, father,” Baz replied.

“Then do you have an opinion on the Geary-Carraway land dispute?”

Baz sighed. He looked at the map spread out on the mahogany table.

“Yes,” he said flatly. “The disputed territory is a mere seven meters that both claim historic ownership of. But neither side would suffer greatly to lose it. In interest of fairness, we turn that area in a neutral territory. No one would own it, and it’d create a buffer between the feuding farmers. Both families would be compensated equally of course. Does that sound like a reasonable proposal?’

Baz leveled a cold look at both lords and his father. They all looked slightly shocked. That made the young man pleased. He may only be nineteen, but he was his mother’s son, and he’d been learning to rule since birth.

“That...seems fair,” the first lord said.

“Agreed,” the other added in.

“Good,” Malcolm said. “I’m glad that’s settled. Now let’s move on to-”

Suddenly, a servant walked in from a side door and up to the king. He whispered something in Malcolm’s ear. The king’s expression did not change, but Baz was unsurprised. His father had the unnatural ability to show nothing on his face. It was a skill Baz had worked on acquiring for years.

Malcolm nodded. “Understood. Gentlemen, I’m afraid we’ll be cutting this meeting short today. We’ll resume this next week. Farewell, your lordships.”

“Farewell, your majesty,” all the lords said in unison. (Baz always found that creepy.)

They all got up to leave, and Baz was about to follow them. He was happy to be free of this torture to go find Simon. There was still the afternoon to enjoy with him.

“Basilton,” Malcolm said as he reached the door. “You are not excused. Come with me.”

Baz suppressed the childish groan begging to come out of his mouth. “Of course, father.”

He followed his father out of the war room and down the hall to his study. It used to be his mother’s, but Malcolm had occupied it since her death. Though it was still the same as Baz had always remembered it. Large, decorated with dark wood furniture, walls lined with bookshelves. When he was king, he would keep it the same too.

But today there was one difference. A strange man was waiting for them when Malcolm opened the door. He was tall and broad shouldered, pale blond hair secured back with pomade. He wore a very official looking military uniform.

“King Wellbelove,” Malcolm said fondly. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. How was your journey?”

“Very good, very good,” Wellbelove replied. “Thank you for inviting us to your fair kingdom.”

“It is my pleasure. Now, may I present my eldest son and crown prince of Watford, Basilton Grimm-Pitch.” Malcolm motioned for Baz to step forward, which he complied.

“Your majesty,” Baz said, bowing politely

Wellbelove nodded in return. Kings never bowed. “Hello, Prince Basilton. I’ve heard much about you from your father.”

“I hope he has spoken well of me then.”

“Certainly. Now, may I present my only child, Princess Agatha Wellbelove.” He motioned for someone at his side, just like how Malcolm had motioned for Baz.

Baz noticed a young woman sitting on one of the couches against the bookshelf. She was objectively beautiful, with a fine boned symmetrical face and piercing brown eyes. Her hair was long and corn yellow, part of it tied up in a intricate braid to better hold up her small tiara. The gown she wore was a simple design but made of fine pink silk and inlaid with gold patterns. Just like Baz, she showed no feeling on her face. A true royal.

Malcolm nodded towards the princess. “Good morrow, your majesty, I trust your journey was pleasant as well.”

“It was,” Agatha replied simply. She leveled her calm expression on Baz, brown eyes scanning over him like he did to her.

“Basilton, where are your manners?” Malcolm said, a slight edge to his mostly neutral voice. “Greet Princess Agatha properly.”

Baz nodded stiffly. Agatha held out her hand. He bowed with due respect and kissed the back of it. He had no idea why the Wellbeloves were here, but he didn’t like it.

“Now, I believe you and I still have some matters to discuss in person, Wellbelove,” Malcolm said with the closest he could get to enthusiasm.

“We certainly do,” Wellbelove replied.

“Excellent. Basil, why don’t you show the princess around the castle? You can give her a similar tour as our lodger.”

Baz gritted his teeth. He heard an implication in his father’s words. He couldn’t be sure, unfortunately, as Malcolm always spoke in implications and subtle disapprovement. Baz nodded stiffly again.

“Of course, father.”

Ever the good prince, Baz offered his arm to the princess. She delicately took it. Her light touch certainly implied she liked this as much as Baz did.

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“This is the white chapel,” Baz said cooly. “It’s the oldest part of the castle and oldest building in Watford. The first king was crowned here centuries ago.”

“Interesting,” Agatha said, for the fifth time. Baz was pretty sure she found none of this interesting.

“That’s all the important parts of the castle. Shall we take a rest here?”

“Very well.”

Agatha delicately sat on one of the long benches. Baz sat next to her at a respectful distance. He wished he didn’t have to do this. He wanted to find Simon and go somewhere hidden, where they could kiss the boy without any scrutinizing eyes. Instead, he was stuck here, with a princess who seemed even less keen on their situation than he was.

“Let us dispense with the facade, Prince Basilton,” Agatha said with no prompting. “Both of us know why I’m here, and why our fathers wish to meet.”

Baz shifted uncomfortably. Of course he knew why. He just despised acknowledging it. “Very well. Our families Probably wish us to wed, for many political and diplomatic reasons that we are not privy to.”

“Well, I assume it’s because my kingdom lies only just north of your’s and Watford has booming fishing industry. Our union would expand your territory and bring new capital for my kingdom’s somewhat struggling economy. My parents have been looking for viable marriage for me that would help us for years.”

Baz was impressed with her intricate knowledge of kingdom affairs. He scolded himself for assuming a beautiful blonde princess would be ignorant of her people’s issues. “I see. That logic is sound. My father has been trying to arrange a marriage for me as well, for the purposes of an heir.”

“My sympathies. It’s dreadful business, isn’t it?”

“Very dreadful.”

They both quietly chuckled, but quickly fell back into silence. Agatha slowly tapped the wooden bench, chewing on her lip. When she spoke, her voice was quiet but firm.

“Do not take insult to this, Prince Basilton,” she said, “but I do not wish to marry you. I don’t like being sold off as commodity to the highest better. I wish to marry whom I love, for it to be my own choice rather than my father’s. I despise being the prize at the end of a business transaction.”

Baz nodded slowly. “Don’t worry, your highness, I do not wish to marry you either, for the same reason. As well as my own personal preferences in a romantic partner.”

“Oh? Am I undesirable?” She didn’t sound hurt, just simply teasing. Baz let out a scoffing chuckle.

“Absolutely not. You’re quite beautiful. But, truth be told, I simply prefer suitors of a more...masculine nature.”

Baz had never announced his preferences to anyone but Fiona and Malcolm. One had accepted him, the other dismissed. He knew what to do for both reactions, so he wasn’t worried over what the princess’ would be.

But luckily, Agatha’s lip merely quirked up in amusement. “I see. Yet your father is still trying to find you a wife?”

“Unfortunately,” Baz grumbled. “He still believes my feelings are irrelevant in regards to kingdom matters. Including the continuation of the royal bloodline.”

“There are other ways to have an heir.”

“That’s what I told him!” Baz said more loudly than he intended. He quickly retreated back into his mask.

Agatha finally turned to look at him. She didn’t look emotionless anymore, but rather sympathetic. Those sharp brown eyes were round and open, her firm mouth now soft.

“I’m sorry he’s putting you through this,” she said quietly. “You shouldn’t have to choose between your heart and your kingdom.”

Baz let his mask slip too, his crossed arms falling and face softening. “Neither should you.”

She nodded, and he nodded back. They turned forward to look at the beautiful stained glass. Both knew they still had time to waste before their fathers were done speaking. Baz wished he could just leave to find Simon, but that would be unfair to Agatha, and he didn’t want Simon to get the wrong idea.

“That lodger your father mentioned,” Agatha said slowly. “Are they of a...masculine nature?”

Baz flicked his eyes over to her. She was smiling slightly with one brow raise. He chuckled. “No need to play coy, your highness. I know what you’re implying.”

“Please, Prince Basilton, call me Agatha. No one would call me your highness if I could bloody well help it.”

Baz smiled back. “Very well, Agatha. But just so you know, only my family calls me Basilton. My friends call me Baz.”

“So may I call you Baz?”

Baz smiled a little larger. “You may.”

Agatha smiled back, angling her body towards him. “Alright, Baz. Now, who is this mysterious lodger? I’m dying to know any wonderful details. Nothing interesting ever happens in my castle.”

Baz turned towards her as well. He felt a bit better, a bit more optimistic that he could be with who he please. “Well, first of all, his name is Simon.”

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Some time later, Baz and Agatha went back to their fathers. The Wellbeloves said their farewells and were escorted to their guest rooms. A grand dinner would be had later in honour of their presence, so they had to rest first. Which left Baz alone with Malcolm.

“So,” Malcolm said as he sat in his chair, “what do you think of the Princess, Basil?”

Baz stood politely at the other side of the desk, hands locked behind his back. “She’s nice, and intelligent.”

“And quite beautiful, no?”

“I suppose so.” He took a breath to calm himself. “But, father, you know I cannot feel that way about Agatha. Or about any woman period.”

Malcolm let out a deep sigh. His head fell forward, white hair slumping with him. “Basilton, we’ve been over this. I know you have your desires, but you are also the future king. And a king will need a blood heir. The Pitch royal family has been ruling Watford for centuries. I won’t allow the line to end with you because of your childish notions of love.”

Baz’s lips twitched down in contempt. He hated when his father was like this. So arrogant, so presumptuous. He wasn’t even a Pitch himself, yet he spoke like he was the saviour of the bloodline.

“If I may be frank,” Baz said between gritted teeth. “Your constant dismissal of who I am is quite aggravating. I am more than just a prince and heir to a kingdom. I’m a person, with my own thoughts and wishes. Just because I like other men-”

“Men like Simon.”

Baz’s heart stopped. His father leveled a cool look at him. He meticulously spun a quill between his fingers, like what he’d just said hadn’t make his son’s blood run cold.

“I’m not stupid, Basil,” he said flatly. “I’ve seen the way you look at Simon. And I’m almost insulted that you thought you were hiding it from me.”

“Father, I-”

“Simon’s not viable suitor, son. And not just because he’s a man. He’s a commoner of unknown origins with no voice. How could he be a king?” Malcolm stood up to better loom over Baz. “I want you to forget this silly infatuation, Basil. Royal duty takes precedence over all, and part of that royal duty will be marrying Princess Agatha. Your union will bring advantages to both our kingdoms and an heir to the Pitch name. That matters far more than your fleeting affections for some commoner.”

Baz planted his hands on the desk, scowling at the other man. “ Father- ”

“That’s all we have to discuss, Basilton. You may leave.”

Baz’s nails dug into the hardwood. He wanted to scream at his father. Yell that he was a stupid prick who cared little for Baz and maybe never had. But that wouldn’t do any good. Malcolm never broke out of his calm mask. Baz could shout until he was red in the face and his father still wouldn’t budge.

So he straightened himself out instead, hands once again firmly clasped behind his back. “Goodbye, father.”

“Goodbye, Basil.”

Baz turned on his heels and walked out. Once the door was closed, he stomped down the carpeted hallway. He needed to get out of this stupid castle, with its bloodlines and expectations and burdens, right now.

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Something about the violin always calmed Baz. Maybe it was the meticulousness of it that requires concentration. He couldn’t be blinded by rage when he was playing. If he wanted to sound good, that is. But his anger was raging with so much ferocity right now that he didn’t care. The notes screeched out from the hard press of his bow. He ground the horse hair against the metal strings like they had stolen his money. It was a rapid, furious improvisation that expressed his rage perfectly.

Baz played on the cliff near the shore, sharp toned notes ringing out to the sea and small field behind him. The few servants, carrying laundry or escorting grazing horses, gave him wary looks but knew not to disturb the prince. His entire aura spelled “fuck off”. And everybody understood.

Well, everybody except one.

Baz jolted when someone tapped his shoulder. He turned with a scowl, but it quickly melted into a tired smile.

“Hello, Simon,” he sighed. “How did you find me?”

Simon plopped himself next to Baz, the grabbed his hand. He spelt “Mordy” in his scratchy palm.

“Ah, I see. She must’ve seen me stomp out. I’m sorry I didn’t come find you. I just...I needed some time to be alone and angry. My father tends to do that to me.”

The other boy grabbed his hand and squeezed. Baz felt the second’s urge to pull away, his father’s words ringing in his head. “ Not a viable suitor”, “royal duties take precedence”, “how could he be a king?” But when Simon looked at him like that, with a sympathetic smile and open blue eyes, he thought of nothing else but the warm sensation in his heart.

“Thank you,” Baz whispered. “He’s just so...impossible.”

Simon nodded slowly. He shifted even closer, tapping his bare foot against Baz’s boot. Then he pointed at his violin. Baz raised an eyebrow.

“What? It’s a violin, Simon. Have you never seen one before?”

Simon rolled his eye and shook his head. He let go of Baz’s hand and lifted both arms up. One pushed and pulled in the air over the other, his cheek pressed up against his broad shoulder. Both of Baz’s brows went up this time.

“Are you asking me to play for you?”

The boy nodded rapidly with a big grin. Baz gave him a lopsided smile.

“Alright then. I guess I’ll have to play properly.”

Simon shrugged, his smirk sarcastically saying “I guess so”. Baz playfully kicked his foot as he adjusted his instrument.

Baz had been playing the violin for as long as he could hold it up, and even just before. He had memories of poorly using the bow over the strings while his mother or father held the instrument. It was something that truly belonged to Baz, something he did for only himself nowadays. But he gladly shared it with Simon.

He chose a song that wasn’t too sad but not too cheerful either. (He didn’t know cheerful songs.) It started slow and ominous, solid low notes ringing out. This part reminded him of mermaid stories, like the one’s Gareth loved. Those sea creatures who supposedly sang forlorn songs to drag sailors under the ocean. But as he sped up, pulling his bow faster, it became more like the sea itself. Strong, crashing, destructive in its own beautiful way. Baz’s fingers flew up and down and across the neck, tune changing with his nimble movements. The tune built up, up, up until he reached the crescendo, a bursting of intense beautiful sound. Then it settled back into the original slow sound. Baz always thought of the song as a ship going through a storm. Calm, then chaos, then escaping the destruction by sheer chance. It was a nice sentiment. That even after the greatest struggle, you could survive.

Baz took a deep breath as he lowered his violin. Simon started clapping, and Baz turned to look at him. The man was grinning freckled ear to freckled ear. He seemed genuinely impressed by Baz’s playing. That was a first. Anyone who overheard found it too morose or annoying. But not Simon. As if he couldn’t get more perfect.

“Thank you,” Baz said with genuine kindness. “I’m glad you liked it. It’s good to play, especially after the day I’ve had.”

Simon scooted even closer so their knees touched. He laid his hand over Baz’s once again, and all Baz felt was relief. He turned his over to properly lace their fingers together.

“It’s ridiculous,” he muttered. “My father has apparently arranged my entire life for me without my input. Including...a future wife.”

The other man’s grip tightened. Baz brought his fingers to run a soothing pattern over the tense muscles of his hand.

“No no, I don’t want to marry her, Simon. And she doesn’t want to marry me. But our fathers are insisting upon it for political reasons. He thinks it’s my duty to marry a woman and have a child to inherit the kingdom. But...I’m more than my title. I want to honour my mother, but I don’t think she would’ve wanted me to be unhappy forever, right?” Simon nodded, running a thumb carefully over Baz’s skin. Baz nodded slowly as well. “But he’s going to make me marry her anyway, I know it.” He took a long shaky breath, his eyes squeezed shut for a second. “For once, I just...I don’t know what to do,” he whispered, voice broken.

Baz stared at their joined hands. Rough reddish-gold locked with freckled tawny. He so desperately wanted them to stay like this. Together. If only they didn’t have to be here.

Simon tugged on his hand, silently asking for Baz to look up. He was smiling wide as he pointed out towards the open sea. Baz’s brow furrowed, matching his frown.

“What are you trying to say?”

The man silently groaned. He motioned between the two of them, then pointed at the ocean again. Baz was still confused. Simon let go of Baz’s hand and traced his finger over his palm. He spelt out a simple three letter word.

“Run.”

Baz’s eyes widened. His pulse was pounding in his throat. He couldn’t believe what Simon was suggesting. And he couldn’t believe that he was considering it. Watford was his home, the only home he’d ever known. He had responsibilities to the land and its people. His entire life was Watford.

Except...staying here meant not truly living the life he wanted.

Images flashed through Baz’s head. He and Simon together on a sunny beach far away, lounging on the sand, swimming in the ocean, where they could hold hands and kiss as much as they wanted with no one scrutinizing them. No bloodlines or arranged marriages or demanding fathers. Baz desperately need to escape all that. At least, for a little while.

“Yes,” Baz said firmly. “We can go. We should go. For at least a short time, until my father finally lets go of this stupid arranged marriage idea. Then we can come back and he’ll have to accept me. Until then, we can just...be together.”

Simon nodded vigorously, grinning so hard his cheeks must hurt. Baz grinned in return. Much to his happy shock, Simon leaned forward, obviously meaning to kiss him. Baz almost leaned in too, but he quickly came to his senses. He put a hand to Simon’s chest to stop him. The other boy pouted in such an adorable way that Baz almost threw caution to the wind and kissed him right there.

“Not here. Someone could see and tell my father. But tomorrow, meet me in the stables before sunrise. We’ll ride Ivory to the docks and take a boat. The dockworkers will be too hungover to recognise me. Once we’re off sailing we can do...that, all we want, I promise. Okay?”

Simon nodded once again. He squeezed Baz’s hand once. Such a kind, reassuring motion that made Baz’s heart melt. He was so scared and excited all at once. He’d never done anything so reckless in his entire life. But he knew he wanted to. At least as long as Simon was by his side.

Baz stood up, taking his violin, and Simon followed. Their hands stayed linked, both reluctant to let go. “I have to go to a stupid dinner soon. Father most likely won’t want you to attend. Go pack some clothes. There’s a travel sack under your bed. Alright?”

Simon gave a thumbs up. He gave Baz’s hand a last grip, then dashed off with characteristic enthusiasm. Baz watched that glint of bronze until it could no longer be seen. He let out a long, happy sigh. Soon, he’d have to be at that blasted dinner. But at least he’d have something to get through it. Every fantasy of what him and Simon would do once they were away. Away, and together.

He started strolling back towards the castle. He took one step...then he stopped.

Why couldn’t he move?

Baz was frozen in place. His feet were firmly planted on the grassy ground. No matter how much he pulled, he wouldn’t budge. What the fuck was going on?!

“Well, well,” a deep voice said from behind him. “So you’re the human that’s enticed Simon. Unfortunately, your little getaway will have to be cancelled. You’re going to be making other arrangements.”

And with that, Baz’s brain suddenly became foggy. His coherent thought and true desires faded away. Soon, all of Baz’s free will was gone.

Along with every thought of Simon.

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AN: Uh-oh. That's bad. And yes, I'm ending this chapter right there. What will happen next?! You'll have to read the next chapter on Monday to find out haha. Or, y'know, watch The Little Mermaid, I guess... However, The Little Mermaid isn't gay so mine is better! Ha! Take that Disney! Anywho, see y'all next week :D

#carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #penelope bunce #agatha wellbelove #malcolm grimm #fluff #angst #little mermaid #little mermaid au #part of your world

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