#she has all magical prowess and i have none but hey my background makes me pretty good for political and diplomatic work

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Ward of Asgard (3/?)

Pairing: Loki x Reader/OC

Notes: hey look. Twice in a week! Hot damn!

Warnings: None

PART 3:

As the doors to Odin’s Great Hall closed, Loki slipped out from behind one of the columns. He’d hidden in the background while the King of Elphame and his retinue made another of their annual visits. It was nothing but show. A play for Odin’s benefit so the King could check in on his daughter and see if she’d married Thor yet. The King never once asking his daughter what (or who) she wanted.

Practically on cue, the Elven Princess turned to face him - a soft smile spread over her face. The sight of the younger prince caused her to sigh in relief,  “Loki,” she asked, “You always stay behind in the Great Hall, why is that?” The annual game commenced. At her insistence, and out of fear of what her father would do to him, they played at being only friends for the days the Elves were in Asgard. So far it had worked and none in her family were   any the wiser. Though Frigga, Sif, and Thor all thought it foolish.

He laughed, crossing the room to be beside her. “I stay because I would see you smile my lady; you so seldom do when your father graces us with his presence.” Interlocking his fingers with hers, Loki held the Elf princess close, his blue eyes searched her own starry ones.

“Father pressed the issue again,” she whispered, exasperated. He led her to the stairs along the side of the room. Once they were seated, she rested her cheek on his shoulder – eyes squeezed shut. A few servants milled about, setting tables and changing banners for the habitual feast that concluded the Elphame visit. “He even came close outright to naming your brother this time.” It was her greatest fear, Loki knew, that her Father could still force her into marriage with Thor.

He rubbed small circles on her arm with his thumb and finger tips. Loki smiled, “It’s past time I petitioned father to officially grant me your hand - Iam a Prince of Asgard. Mother would support us, and Thor.” The last few dozen Elphame visits, he had suggested doing exactly that. And every year they resolved to wait another year, once her Elven family left Asgard. Neither was keen on the potential ramifications for Asgard if they did ask for permission to do as they liked. Better to ask forgiveness than permission, they always agreed.

“It’s not your father’s blessing that worries me,” she sighed, shaking her head. A few strands of dark hair fell free from her braid, brushing the sides of her face.

He smiled softly, the kind of smiles he kept for her alone, “I know my love.”  Shifting and cupping her cheek, he tilted the Elf’s face to his and whispered, “But Asgard will survive. It’s you I worry about.”

Neither of them heard the doors open. Only the shrill scream of Althea’s younger sister, when she saw Loki brush his lips Althea’s own.

“Traitor! Get your filthy hands away from her,” she shrieked, charging across the room to the pair. Instinctively, Loki jumped up from his seat and put himself between Althea and the other elf-maiden. The same as he had done a thousand times before.

When Silwen reached around him and tried to latch onto her, Althea pulled away tucking herself further behind the younger prince. “Prince of Lies! Of Treachery,” she shrieked, the language of Asgard was clearly not her strong suit. She turned back to Elvish, “Bastard! She is meant for Thor! If you touch her...Defiler! Oathbreaker! And you sister! You betray your house! Your people! For this filth!” They saw the idea light up in her eyes as she called for Odin’s Einherjar - two of whom guarded the main doors to the room – and the Elven Royal Guards who’d accompanied the diplomatic visit.

Silwen, unlike their brother or Althea, always presumed she had more power than she possessed. All despite the fact that their brother was the heir apparent to the Elphame throne. Foolishly, she presumed that her sister and Loki would remain in the Great Hall and wait for the guards to detain them. That once detained they would wait patiently for their respective parents to return.

Even Thor, off with Sif and Gelathir, would have known better.

In the split second where the silver-haired elf’s back was turned, the Asgardian prince and his beloved ran. Disappearing under an illusion and making a break for a back corridor. They slipped along the back passages that led through Odin’s palace.  Loki grinned, ear to ear as Silwen howled - searching for her sister. Even as they exited the passages, down near their preferred library – full of magical tomes -  he could hear her voice echoing.

Althea, however, cupped her hands to her face and sank onto one of the small sofas in the book-lined room. “She sent guards for our fathers,” she whispered harshly, shaking and blinking back tears. The color draining from face, what had been years of games to keep her eternally watchful sister (and by default the rest of the family) from catching on had finally failed.

“My love,” he whispered, kneeling before her. One hand rested on her waist, the other gently brushed loose strands of hair back off her face, “We both knew it was only a matter of time before any of them learned.” Sliding his arms around her waist, Loki calmed his frightened friend, “It’s alright, I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” The same promise he’d made to her as children. All those years earlier when she arrived on Asgard.

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Odin sat in his throne as Loki and Althea were brought before them. The Einherjar had inevitably found them hiding in yet another of the great libraries. It had been the final plays they stopped to hide and think. Where Loki thought they might be safe; it was a scene they’d played out as children when they would hide the Elven retinue as children. After, of course, Loki brought Althea back to herself.

The Asgardian king watched as the Elven princess shifted closer to his younger son. It hadn’t been Arantar Tavasion’s plan, of course, but this had happened and Odin was of no mind to destroy the soul-bond between the pair. Not if he wanted to continue enjoying the affections and counsel of his own Queen. She had grown quite close to the girl, thinking of her in many ways as more of a daughter (as often happens with wards) than her charge.

He smiled behind his beard as his son laced his hand with Althea’s. Even when Arantar Tavasion twitched at the gesture between the pair, Odin’s smile grew greater.

“My lord Odin,” Arantar Tavasion began, diplomatic as ever, “I should like to speak with my daughter. Alone.”

Loki spoke before his father or Althea could, “Anything you have to say to her can be said here. I’m sure that nothing could be so private that her guardians would be unable to hear it from you, the Liege Lord of Elphame.”  At the end of the day, it was just one in a long line of challenges. He had stopped showing anything beyond the most basic formal respect to the Elf king over the years just as the king ceased showing any real affection for Althea.

Loki had only attempted any form of civility for her sake. Hand still linked with hers, he could tell the princess had begun to shake ever so slightly. This was her worst fear made real.

Clearing his throat, the Elven King looked between the princeling and his father. Minutes passed and when Odin made no motion for his family  to leave the room the King sighed heavily. “Very well child,” he grumbled, the dislike for both Loki and the situation thinly veiled. Clearing his throat, he began, “My Lord Odin, my daughter Althea was left in the care of your house in order to strengthen the bond between our two Realms. Pursuant to that, she was supposed to wed a Prince of Asgard upon reaching marriageable age – which she has been for a sometime now. With that in mind, I officially petition you to marry her to Thor.”

Immediately her face turned red, body flushed, she was practically hyperventilating. Without missing a beat, Loki pulled the dark haired elf into his arms and worked to soothe the panicked princess. He’d turned away from the proceedings around them, attention on the princess as a long silence settled on the room. Swallowing, he said, “Then I petition for her hand myself. Althea deserves to marry someone who loves her.”

“No daughter of Elphame will marry a second class illusionist,” the Elven King spat. It was clear how much he disliked Loki thought he wouldn’t outright say it. The boy had always rubbed the King the right way. He felt he was disrespectful and a liar. There was also something about him, the king couldn’t put his finger on, but he suspected Loki was not who or what he appeared to be. His gaze shifted from his daughter and the prince to Odin, who was quickly becoming less and less amused by the situation.

 Frigga rested a hand on Odin’s shoulder. Leaning down to speak to him softly, inaudibly to the others, “Husband, let Loki marry her. Their affections are evident to all who see them. Let them be happy. Elphame will, for the sake of that treatise, be satisfied – Loki is still Asgard’s prince.”

Odin chuckled, perceptible only to her, “For once my dearest, I am ahead of you with respect to our children.”

A soft smile spread across Frigga’s face, ear to ear practically, and she kissed his cheek. It was a swift, soft gesture but spoke volumes with respect to their relationship. All present had heard the stories of the whirlwind courtship, love at first sight, and how Frigga’s cunning often kept him out of trouble more than his own prowess in battle. “Very good my King,” she said and the others suspected she had winked at the Asgardian king.

“Arantar Tavasion,” Odin boomed, “I will not be told what decisions to make in my kingdom. Our agreement dictates she must be wed to a Prince of Asgard. I have two sons, one of whom has clearly outlined his intent to wed Lady Althea. The other, has not once voiced any affection beyond those he would show a near-sister or other close kin. As such,” he continued, quickly cutting off the complaints of the Elven king, “I will grant Loki’s request to wed Althea.” The pair let out sighs in relief. He could see them in his peripheral vision, relaxing somewhat into each other.

With his attention diverted, the Elf protested, “It is a breach of the treaty! The intent was for our kingdoms to be joined through the marriage of my daughter to you son Thor!”

“I have made my decision, old friend,” Odin snapped.

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Chapter Sixty-Three: Our Fifteen Minutes

[Hey everybody! Sorry for the really long wait within chapters, and the sort of confusing order- this chapter was written and published AFTER the last one was. A lot of stuff happened [spoiler] [basically I Beatrice and Lorne died, and Lucky literally became a ghost, but then get famous came out and I was literally horrified that Beatrice had died before getting to be in a hollywood chapter so I made a fake family, revived her, and got famous. Anyway, sorry for any confusion, onto the chapter!!]

Dusty: “Gee, Lucky, I sure am worried about Taffy.”

Lucky: “I know! Ever since she got a crush on that Johnny guy, she’s been acting really different.”

Lucky: “I just wish she knew how cool she is when she’s being herself!”

Taffy: “Hi guys…”

Lucky: “Not too cool to play with us anymore?”

Taffy sighed.

Taffy: “I’m sorry I acted that way guys. Johnny...didn’t like me as much as I thought he did- I saw him kissing another girl after our beach date!”

They gasped.

Dusty: “Well, he’s stupid anyway.”

Lucky: “Yeah! And we like you just the way you are, Taffy!”

Taffy: “Aw, you guys are the best! I’m so happy that the Aristocrat family sticks together!”

The sound of canned applause starts as Beatrice walks into the room.

Beatrice: “That’s right, kids, stick together, that way you always have a wingman to make you look good in front of strangers. Oop, Lorne, sweetie, my simsmapol- oh, thank you dear”

She said as a new drink appeared right in her hand.

The kids laugh.

Beatrice: “Well, you look better, sweetheart. All that black makeup wasn’t doing anything for the bags under your eyes. Chin up!” She said, and sauntered away to the bar in the background.

Actual Lucky: “Aaaand...Cut!”

*one week earlier*

Lorne: “Breakfast! I made breakfast for everybody!”

The sound of groans and too many people for one house yawning sleepily down the stairs spreads out to the kitchen, where Lorne smiled and dished out the pancakes he made for everybody.

They all sat around the table, shoving elbows out of the way when they ate their food.

Lorne: “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

Beatrice: “You know none of us really...work….right?”

Lucky: “Hey! Courtney and I work, we run our own business!”

Beatrice: “When was the last time you went to work.”

Lucky: “...”

Beatrice: “I’m not shaming you, sweetheart, I’m just stating a fact. Today, we are all going to lay in our respective beds, reading our respective magazines, and then take intermittent naps.”

Lucky: “And what would you rather do?”

Beatrice groaned.

Beatrice: “Anything- “ She held up a hand to preemptively silence her husband “But going to work.”

Courtney: “We could always volunteer as a family.”

Courtney was met with the iciest stare yet.

Courtney: “One day I’ll get you to do it.”

Beatrice: “But you’ve noticed it too, right, ever since this boring mr boring guy moved in, everything has been boring. I mean nothing fun has happened to us since my last awesome party.”

Lucky: “No. We are not throwing another party. It’s too much. Nobody ever shows up wearing the right thing and we have to stay there for days without sitting because nobody can stand still long enough to take pictures. Out of the question.

Beatrice: “Fun things used to just fall in our laps! The phone would ring and it would just be somebody telling us what awesome thing to do next!”

Lucky’s phone started to ring.

Beatrice: “Oh thank god I wasn’t sure it would work that time! I wish I had a fancy hat!”

Beatrice: “Oooh, this is fun, isn’t it?”

Patty Alexander: “Lucky, how have you been?”

Lucky: “Aunt Patty? It’s been good, how are you?”

Patty Alexander: “No time for chit-chat, Lucky. I recently found a VHS tape, I watched it out of curiosity, and it was the pilot that your Glammother made for a reality show. It had been recut by my father, but the show never got any traction at the agency. I work at the agency now, and I think we could come up with a project based on you legendary family, don’t you agree?”

Lucky: “Um...yes?”

Patty Alexander: “Great, come up with ten ideas by tomorrow I will call you at exactly 8 am to talk about it.”

Lucky: “8 am? Really?”

Patty Alexander: “Pleasure doing business with you.”

Day 1 of Production

Chloe: “I can’t wait to be famous, guys!”

Pierce: “I don’t really think this is going to take off, what about you, Vivi?”

Vivien: “If it doesn’t I’m going to drown in a sea of ennui. This is a chance to really let my creative prowess as an actress shine!”

Lucky: “Okay, everybody, say hello to the cast. Let’s just stay cool about this, it’s just a little sitcom. I think if we keep it light and fun we’ll all come out of this ahead- yeah?”

Lucky:Cherish will be playing my mom, Beatrice. My mother is not on set today, value this time, Cherish, it will be the last productive moment for you on this set.”

Lucky: “Darren, you are my dad, Lorne. All you have to do is smile, agree with anything my mom says, and constantly be churning out drinks from the bar in the background. Do not stop even for a moment, even if the bar is completely covered in undrunk Bridgeports, you keep going.”

Lucky: “Leslie is playing Glamma Astrid, uh...I dunno. Act ignored. Like you had a lot of potential and then no follow up. You’re Walt from Lost. I don’t have my step-grandpa in here, the casting fell through since I couldn’t find someone with as perfect a head of hair. Courtney- make a note to find a wig guy, and then find me a Roscoe.”

Lucky: “Tessa is playing my older sister Taffy. She’s smart, lovesick, and a snitch. I want a cross between Rory Gilmore and the sister from Phineas and Ferb.”

Lucky: "My niece will be playing Three, the alien girl that we found in the woods. She’s not here today- we’re gonna film her when I’’m supposed to take her to the library next week, nobody tell her dad.”

Lucky: “And, of course, these are my three children, Chloe, Pierce, and Vivien. Chloe will be playing me, you’re the main character, you’re brother is missing, shenanigans ensue. You love dogs and antagonising people, you know the drill.”

Chloe: “Yes!”

Vivien: “But I thought I would play you!”

Lucky: “Pierce you’re playing my brother Dusty. He’s kinda dorky, and then finds this alien girl in the woods and bonds with her. It’s cute.”

Pierce: “I think I can handle that.”

Lucky: “And lastly, Vivien, you will be playing my little brother Milo, who is kidnapped in the begining and then we find him later. Any questions?”

Vivien: “Wait- am I even in it?”

Lucky: “Um….yeah. Eventually. You’re gonna do great, cutie. Everybody read through the script and be ready to shoot the first scenes by tomorrow!”

Day 4 of Production

Luchloe: “Quick! Hide! Mom is coming this way!”

Fake Beatrice: “Hey cuties, gotta go do a video kiss kiss please subscribe!”

Fake Two: “She didn’t look up from her magic rectangle.”

Dusty Pierce: “Shh!”

Lucky: “Okay, I think she’s gone. Phew. For a second there I was really worried she would catch us and Strider and we’d have to take him back. Good boy!”

Dusty: “Also the alien girl we found in the woods, Lucky.”

Lucky: “Yeah, but that’s a person, mom is definitely not going to notice some random kid in our house if she doesn’t make a mess. This is a good puppy!”

Real Lucky: “Cut! Nice job, guys, let’s take 30 for lunch!”

Vivien: “Mother. I’m going to have to insist that you switch my role with Chloe’s. I have ten times the acting chops she does! Not to mention how much I work drama into every day life!”

Lucky: “Don’t worry, Vivien, nobody would ever forget about that.”

Chloe: “Hey, Vivi, wanna eat lunch?”

Vivien: “No! I’m running lines, trying to prove that I’m actually serious about the business to my mother. Chloe, I swear, you getting to play our mom in the sitcom that she’s making about her childhood is the finest example of nepotism I have ever seen in my life.”

Chloe: “Didn’t we all kinda get hired because of nepotism, though?”

Vivien: “Ugh! I’ll be in my trailer!”

Chloe: “No fair! Why does Vivien get a trailer!”

Lucky: “Oh, no, honey, she just went to pout inside the puppet theater.”

Courtney: “Hey, girls. I have the latest shots for you to look at, babe. Great take, Chloe, you’re a rockstar. Where’s your brother? Why are you rolling your eyes.”

Chloe: “Because he’s trying to talk to Tessa again.”

Lucky: “Oh, for god’s sake I told him….I’ll go handle it.”

Pierce: “So, you know, just because we play brother and sister on this show, doesn’t mean we can’t date in real life.”

Tessa: “Oh my god, I didn’t even see you there. Did you need something?”

Pierce: “Yeah...you’re heart- hey!”

Lucky: “Sorry, Tess. Won’t happen again! You did great today!”

Lucky: “Pierce, I told you to stop bothering the actresses.”

Pierce: “But we’re in love!”

Lucky: “No, you’re not. Keep dreamin, kid. She’s not into you. Okay, back on set in five, people!”

Cherish: “Hey, yeah, I feel like my character is just like...a super bad mom? Can we do something about that in the script?”

Lucky: “These are all based on true stories. You’ve met her. She was on set yesterday, is it really that surprising?”

Cherish: “No, I get it, but, like, that magazine just released that story about me being, like, a really bad mom. And I don’t want people to take it the wrong way, y’know?”

Lucky: “Um, use it in your performance. We have a schedule to stick to everybody! Two minutes!”

Day 6 of Production

Vivien: “Mom! I need to talk to you!”

Lucky: “Sweetie, I love you, but I don’t have time to talk about your part right now. Right now I need to keep your Glamma away from the actors.

Beatrice: “Why is she out of costume. Lucky, you’re the director, do something.”

Lucky: “Fine. Excuse me, Cherish? Yeah, my mom wants to know why you’re not wearing the costume.”

Cherish: “I think my character would wear this. I have a rockin’ bod, if I have to dress conservatively, I’m gonna do the bare minimum.”

Lucky: “You’ve really….taken to your character, haven’t you? Keep the dress, honestly, if I wasn’t constantly lowering her hemlines she’d have put that on already.”

Beatrice: “You’re the one that keeps adding fabric to the bottom of this dress? Lucky! It’s practically down to my knees!”

Lucky: “Good, you’re too old to be wearing clothes like that mom. Cherish- you look fine, Mom, you also  look fine in exactly what you’re wearing.”

Beatrice: “I could still pull it off! I’ll show you!”

Lucky: “I’m not looking forward to how that turns out. But maybe she’ll do it off set. Hopefully.”

Lorne: “No, you idiot, you don’t shake it like that, you shake it like this.”

Darren: “Isn’t that what I’m doing?”

Lorne: “No, and, ugh, what are you wearing?”

Darren: “The costume notes just said to dress up like Willy Wonka’s brother that runs a flavored vodka factory.”

Lorne: “Gosh, y’know, Lucky is just the sweetest daughter, isn’t she? Keep it, it’s fine, but I expect you to keep up the color, alright? Navy blue. It’s a brand.”

Lucky: “Hey, you kids doing ok? Pierce, great job out there, looking silent and quiet and waiting for your turn to speak. Very Dusty, I love it.”

Vivien: “Mom- why can’t I play you? I’m not even in it and I have to play you’re kidnapped little brother? This stinks! I’m a ferrari, you don’t keep a ferrari in the garage and roll out a barbie jeep and a tricycle.”

Chloe: “We can hear you.”

Vivien: “I’m speaking from the heart of an actress, Chloe, you wouldn’t understand.”

Chloe: “We’re all child actors, dude, chill out.”

Lucky: “I’m afraid I’m going to have to side with mini me, cutie. Chill out a little, Milo is a great part.”

Vivien: “Milo now would a great part.”

Lucky: “I really hope you have no idea what you’re saying, keep reading through your lines, I’m gonna watch the last runthrough. Love you!”

Pierce: “You know, if I was your boyfriend, I would never kiss another girl.”

Kelly: “Excuse me?”

Pierce: “I mean...I….bye….”

Pierce: “I couldn’t do it. I tried, but she’s too pretty. I was blinded by blonde.”

Chloe: “You know that she’s playing your sister, right?”

Pierce: “I know. She’s not my sister, though.”

Viviens: “You two are barbarians, I’m going to read lines.”

Chloe: “Nerd!”

Pierce: “Teacher’s pet!”

Chloe & Pierce: “Nice.”

Day 9 of Production

Lucky: “This is no good.”

Courtney: “Why not? What’s wrong with it?”

Lucky: “It’s not saying anything. We’re talking about self esteem here, this is real gritty stuff! We could change lives, Courtney.”

Courtney: “I mean, it’s a sitcom we made starring our own untalented children. I don’t think expectations are going to be that high.”

Lucky: “Courtney, Courtney, Courtney,”

Courtney: “Yes?”

Lucky: “Courtney, Courtney, Courtney, Courtney, Courtney,”

Courtney: “Please stop saying my name like that.”

Lucky: “We’re making art here, baby. Expectations are higher than they’ve ever been.”

Courtney: “Um…”

Lucky: “Let’s take it from the top, guys, and remember, the words are raw, and gritty. E M O T I O N A L, do you hear me people? She’s changing who she is for a man is that acceptable?!”

A non committal murmur of ‘no’ calls out from the cast.

Lucky: “Yeah. This is serious. TAKE IT FROM THE TOP!”

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Chlucke: It’s okay, Taffy! We like you just the way you are!”

Lucky: “Cut!”

Chloe: “What’s wrong?”

Lucky: “Baby, you have to think about the stakes here, your sister is heartbroken, she’s lost her whole identity, she’s on the verge of collapse, you need to feel this.”

Actual Taffy: “I thought it was fine. I mean, it was just a crush. I wore that dress with the storm clouds on it for a couple of days but-”

Lucky: “Taffy,”

Courtney: “Oh no.”

Lucky: “Taffy, taffy, taffy, taffy.”

Taffy: “Yes?”

Lucky: “I remember this. I saw the pain in your eyes. Johnny was the love of your life, and he threw you away like garbage.”

Taffy: “He still works at the movie theater so I think it’s fine. I’m married and happy. I have two kids that you didn’t cast in you’re show- thanks for that, by the way. What’s gotten into you, Lucky?”

Vivien: “I can do it mom! I can deliver the line with vivacity.”

Chloe: “She’s been waiting to use that one.”

Vivien: “You! Taffy! Don’t lose yourself in the sea of the unwashed masses! You shall rise above them! Walk among the stars as the women you are and will become!”

Pierce: “Yeah...that…”

Lucky: “That’s pretty good. Lucky, do that.”

Vivien: “But it was my monologue!”

Lucky: “I know, but it wouldn’t make sense coming from you, you’re still kidnapped.”

Vivien: “No fair!”

Lucky: “Honey, you’re not in this shot.

Day 11 of Production

Chloe: “Pierce, I do not want to go back in there.”

Pierce: “Me neither. Maybe if we just hide in here she’ll just recast us and let us go home.”

Chloe: “Is she being crazy? It seems like she’s literally gone crazy.”

Lucky: “Where are the children!? I need them! For my art!”

Chloe: “Oh no. She’s gonna make us do the heart to heart scene again, I know it.”

Lucky: “Vivien, where’s your brother and sister? You’re on today.”

Vivien: “I am?! Really?”

Vivien: “CHLOE! PIERCE! You’d better get out here now or I will cyberbully you forever!”

Chloe: “She’s gonna find us eventually.”

Pierce: “Maybe if we stay here, mom will let her play our roles.”

Vivien: “Found them! Saboteurs!”

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Luchloe: “I sure am glad you’re home, Milo! I can’t believe we found you!”

Milovien: “Happy that I’m home?! Is that all you have to say? Since you’ve abandoned me to the wills of a madman in an underground bunker? I may be shy,”

Milo: “I may be talented in a quiet way- but that does not mean that I do not have something to say! Hear me, brother and sister! For I don’t know if I can forgive your indifference in my heart, and I know for sure, that I will never forget it. But ho-”

Lucky: “Cut!”

Vivien: “What’d you think, mom?”

Chloe: “Here we go.”

Lucky: “It….was…..exhillerating. We’re gonna win an oscar for this, guys.”

Chloe: “I don’t think they give out oscars for single-camera sitcoms, Mom.”

Lucky: “Vivien, you and I will create art. Baby,  we’re going to hollywood!”

Day 15 of Production

I live for my art

I breathe for my art

I live for my art.

If I can just get the hug at the end right. I know.

I just know.

I can make a difference.

Day 22 of Production

Lucky: “From the top!”

Chloe: “Mom, there’s only so many times we can hug. We’ve been doing this for days.”

Vivien: “She said from the top, Chloe! We have to do this right!”

Chloe: “Why though? I just wanna go hoooome!”

Vivien: “Mother? Permission to slap an actress.”

Lucky: “What? No, Vivien. But you do have to take it from the top! Take two hundred and eighteen!”

Courtney: “You know, Luck, I think we’ve got it.”

Lucky: “We don’t have it.”

Courtney: “Maybe take a break and do some other scenes? Or let everybody go home? I’m sure that we got it and-”

Lucky: “Are you questioning my vision, Courtney?”

Courtney: “Um...no?”

Lucky: “Good. Because if you were questioning it, then I would have to fire you.”

Lucky: “I’d fire all of you if I could! I’ll star in the show myself! Me and Vivien- my only talented daughter, who isn’t afraid to commit to something!”

Vivien: “Yeah!”

Lucky: “So if all of you want to quit! Fine! Quit!’

Chloe: “Is that an option?”

Lucky: “Only if you think you can live with yourself, Chloe.”

Chloe: “I mean….yeah. I quit. Right guys?”

Pierce: “Yup.”

Everybody: “Yeah, bye”

Day 27 of Production

Courtney: “Hey...Lucky?”

Lucky: “What do you want, traitor?”

Courtney: “Well, you’ve been sitting here at an editing table in the middle of an empty warehouse set in the dark for 5 days.”

Lucky: “The show is due in 2 days, and since everybody abandoned me, I had to to do it myself.”

Courtney: “Nobody abandoned you, Lucky. You just got a little crazy. Plus, we did film all the scenes from the original script. The only ones we didn’t do are those really rambly meta ones you added later. I think if you stick with what we thought of at first, then you’d see that we made something pretty cool.”

Lucky: “I don’t know if I can do it- cut apart my vision…….”

Courtney: “Do you want my help?”

Lucky: “..........Yes please.”

Premiere Day

Chloe: “This is so exciting!”

Vivien: “We’re gonna be on tv!”

Courtney: “Lucky, you gonna join us?”

Lucky: “Oh… I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. I know I ruined everybodys tv experience by getting too in my head about it. I was in an art spiral, there’s no excuse. I’ll just go watch it upstairs by myself so I don’t bother anybody…”

Chloe: “Mom! Come watch with us!”

Pierce: “Yeah, we’re not mad.”

Vivien: “You had a celebrity meltdown. Very chic.”

Beatrice: “I’m with Vivien- an epic meltdown is a very Beatrice move. I’m proud of you!”

Lucky: “So...we’re all a happy family again?”

Courtney: “A big happy family that’s about to watch itself on tv for the first time! C’mon, it’s starting!”

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That’s all for now! Thanks for reading and don’t forget to drop a comment if you liked it!!!!!! Also thank you so much to boolprop for making us January’s story of the month that was awesome!