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mingying · 3 years ago

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[spoilers] hospital playlist s2 ep 11; ikjun/songhwa

I can’t believe this finally happened. And it happened in arguably the best ways possible for us IkSong shippers. As usual, this post is just basically my own thoughts and opinion of the episode and my interpretation of things - feel free to disagree, and I hope you enjoy reading this musing of mine!

22 years later, finally they found each other again <3

TL;DR: Everything happens for a reason and we have finally reached the rainbow end <3

Let’s begin by addressing the ER scene, but before that, I would like to point out that since Ep 10, Songhwa has been shown to be somewhat forgetful and a klutz - in Ep 10, she was searching for her socks and insisted that she wore them for her rounds. She also seemed to have forgotten to take off her surgical cap until Seonbin pointed it out to her.

In Ep 11, the episode starts off with Songhwa leaving her handbag in Ikjun’s office, and subsequently her handphone, followed by her handbag in the car again. This is not a dementia arc, guys (haha) but I genuinely think that this is her mind being occupied by her newly realised feelings for Ikjun that her normally composed self had started to crumble (and that’s entirely ok!). Another interpretation of this scene could be that unintentionally and subconsciously, she just wanted to remain in the hospital knowing Ikjun may return to collect his gift later.

Can I also point out her sixth sense in this scene? When she peered out of her window and heard the sound of ambulance, followed immediately by Dr Bong calling, she looked disturbed. Normally, she would have answered her calls immediately without hesitation but this time you could tell that she frowned and waited for maybe 2 seconds before answering Dr Bong. Well, never messed with a woman’s intuition I guess!

The ER Scene. Gosh. I actually have a lot of things to say about this. I know some people do not like this trope and that it is a typical trigger for characters to realise their feelings. But, I’d have to say that ShinLee did not intend for this scene to be a trigger of Songhwa realising that she likes Ikjun.

Because she already knows and had realised, somewhere around Ep 8-9 but more obviously 9, that she does like him as a man (all over again). If anything, this ER scene was meant to give Songhwa that one last push to confess, otherwise she may end up regretting not to. Another reason why I felt this scene was necessary was that Songhwa has been too comfortable in Ikjun’s constant presence by her side -- perhaps she has been wanting to confess but still lack the courage to and she didn’t think she needed to act on it rightaway because Ikjun would always be there by her side.

Gosh, the way she rushed to Ikjun and didn’t even hear Dr Bong trying to report to her that he actually wasn’t in such a terrible state. The way she slipped her hand in his and was so gentle in her questions - you can really just tell that she was trying her best not to crumble.

(side note: Jeon Mido, your acting was truly stellar during this scene. That suppressed professionalism vs personal feelings. I really felt her worry and regret in this entire scene. I loved it so much)

Now, why do I firmly believe that Songhwa already intends to confess to Ikjun eventually? Other than the fact that Songhwa herself confirmed during her confession that “I should have told you that I liked you”, it’s because of the Gift that she has given him for his birthday. It’s a cap, and initially we don’t think much of it until the flashback sequence showed and we realised that, a cap was what 99z Songhwa wanted to give to Ikjun but never did because he had turned her down for dinner and lied that he has a blind date.

Present day Songhwa gifting Ikjun a cap can be interpreted as her having let go of the hurt he had caused her in the past and that she was willing to try, again.

Interestingly, I’d like to also point out that the 99z flashback in this episode was truly necessary for us to understand Songhwa’s aversion to ‘Sad Sea’ and why she has rejected Ikjun in the first episode. 99z Songhwa didn’t give up when Ikjun stood her up for her birthday but mustered the courage to confess to him - she tried twice too, asking if he really has to go on that blind date that evening and couldn’t he go another time? Ikjun, in that scene, was playing Sad Sea.

I would like to apologise to Ep 7 Songhwa because I had been frustrated with her then, but now that everything has been rolled out beautifully, I do not blame her at all for her hesitancy and year long passiveness. Ikjun kinda deserved it after breaking her heart twice (HA!) and remember this shot of Ikjun in Ep 7?

I now interpret this scene as him realising that he knew Songhwa’s reasons of rejecting him. Because there was no way he didn’t know that Songhwa had liked him in the 99z, and he was perhaps regretting turning her down for dinner that day during his birthday. He knew he had a chance with her then but blew it, and that is perhaps why he never faltered in making Songhwa happy now. Not that he expects anything in return, but perhaps he wanted to make up for the indirect hurt he had caused her.

Bab Meokja had been something initiated by Songhwa back then. And now, it is a treat he gives himself -- I really do think that is the reason why he keeps asking Songhwa out for meals in the present time, because Ikjun probably wanted to indrectly make up for what happened in 99z.

Let’s move on to another great scene! The card game scene!

For some, it may seem to be a random scene but for me, I saw it in a different way and I’m glad Kfans and some users on Twitter pointed out this theory as well.

As you all know, the card game IkSong was playing was “Bluff/Cheat”. Here, you could see that Ikjun could read Songhwa so well that he knows when she would lie. But Songhwa on the other hand, could not read Ikjun as well -- and this is further affirmed by Songhwa’s confession when she said “If your feelings for me haven’t changed,”. This is beautiful because it makes Ikjun’s expression during the confession scene even more sense -- a user on reddit pointed out that his expression at that time wasn’t more of a “omg she likes me after all”, it was more of a “she has realised her feelings for me,” and I think that’s absolutely beautiful. He even nodded subtlely a few times as Songhwa struggled to get her confession out, as if encouraging her and saying “you can do it, just a bit more”.

Back to the card game - Ikjun even threw down a 9 Hearts - which I believe is a metaphor of his feelings for her, steady and still unwavering.

(Bonus note: I absolutely love how Iksun caught on to them being lovey dovey at once and Junwan’s expression catching them was HILARIOUS)

On to my next scene which was absolute favourite.

Songhwa had finished a difficult/challenging surgery, and out of excitement (she even skipped omg whipped girlie), she called Ikjun first to convey the good news to him. Her tone here really depicts a difference in how she talks to Ikjun before. This scene alone tells you that Songhwa has pretty much fallen for Ikjun again and I love love love that finally she has someone she would want to immediately call to share her good news with!

And the best part? Our best boy Lee Ikjun never went to Changwon. Instead, he waited for her for probably hours (it was bright day when they said goodbye, but night when Songhwa returned to her office) and even told her straight that he has to see her before he leaves because of how worried she had been before. Good lord find me a man like Ikjun please?

image cr: iksongarchives @ twitter

This entire shot, with I Knew I Love playing in the background pretty much hits. It is in this exact moment that Songhwa has probably made up her mind to confess for real, that she wasn’t going to waste another second because I am sooo sure she would have ran to hug him if not because of their status at that moment. I love this scene so much. It is the personification of the lyrics of I Knew I Love, which goes “I called you out of habit today and you answered warmly, you make me the happiest in the whole wide world, I love you so much”.

And finally.

Finally.

*takes a deep breath*

SONGHWA CONFESSED!!!!!!!!

AND THEY KISSED!!!! UNDER THE RAIN!!!

The whole directing of this scene, with the slow camera panning into them - Ikjun was restless, probably breaking into cold sweats (he commented it was cold) while Songhwa was nervous and trying to muster enough courage to confess (she commented it was really hot). I held my breath for so long I felt like I was about to faint I swear to god.

Songhwa looked legit terrified that Ikjun was going to reject her man, and it all makes sense why after we got the 99z flashback this episode.

And Ikjun, he really waited for her cues. Even after she was done confessing, he looked at her and waited for her to look at him back before he went “I’ll give you my answer”. And it was only after Songhwa nodded in fear and anticipation, that he swooped in to kiss her!!!!!

Songhwa definitely also leaned in first before Ikjun pulled her closer. She wanted this just as much as he did and it showed through their first kiss. Gosh I’m still shaking just thinking about how perfect that entire sequence and kiss was. They really went all out for it (yes I believe there was tongue involved) rather than soft and gentle. 22 years of suppressed yearning and feelings really popped out in that kiss alone and I am so blessed to have been a part of their beautiful journey.

And now, with only one episode left, we are finally able to see IkSong as a couple and on dates. I have a feeling Songhwa would be the clingy gf man, judging from the Preview keke. I cannot wait to see the rest of the boys finding out, and for sure, I cannot wait to see how their dynamics would change now as lovers rather than just best friends. I do think their transition would be seamless, only that now, they get to do what other lovers could.

This post is so long but I felt the need to address another matter that I have seen roaming around the internet. Apparently, some people are annoyed that Songhwa was ‘forced to change her mind’ and that we cannot accept her ‘No’ in ep 1. I would humbly and respectfully disagree on this point. Songhwa’s ‘No’ in ep 1 was not a “I don’t like you therefore I am rejecting you”. It was more of a “I do not know how to sort out my feelings yet, and am not ready to revisit the past, so it is best not to tamper with it”.

Songhwa did not change her mind overnight or weeks. It took her one year and a few months. She has had all that time to weighs her decisions again and properly thought out how she wanted to bring forward her relationship with Ikjun. She was not forced.

She may have said that she liked being single in S1, but she has never been averse to love. In fact, she is always encouraging other people to go for it. I for one, am single and absolutely enjoying it. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to ever change my mind if I find someone worthy enough to share my space and happiness with. I like being single now because guys around me are idiots and I’d rather save myself that headache LOL.

Her conscious decision to accept Ikjun now does not and will never invalidate her decision to reject him back then - in fact, it goes to show that as human beings, we constantly undergo character growth and our minds are often changed to suit the present circumstances.

ShinLee did not portray Songhwa in that light where ‘women needs to say yes if a guy treats her right’. Ikjun did all of those things for her without expecting anything in return. He never once crossed the line and never once forced Songhwa into accepting his love for her. Songhwa said yes because she likes Ikjun and is now ready to move their relationship to that of romantic. It is as simple as that.

And one last point to make is that Songhwa being in a relationship does not in any way invalidate that she is a strong and independent woman. Please do not associate the relationship status of a woman to her being ‘strong/independent’. A woman in a relationship and a woman not being a relationship are still BOTH strong AND independent. Love is a universal element in life, why deprive a person of it simply because she’s portrayed to be a “strong” female character? If that love brings her greater joy and ardent happiness, why stop her from enriching her life further?

Anyway. I digress.

If you made it until the end of this ridiculously long post, thank you. I hope it was an enjoyable read! Till Ep 12!

#iksong #hospital playlist 2 #lee ikjun #chae songhwa #lee ikjun x chae songhwa #my otp #season 2 episode 11 #the best episode ever

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regrettablewritings · 4 years ago

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Soulmate AU: The First Drawing You See From Your Soulmate is Tattooed on Your Skin

A detective having a tell would probably be considered inappropriate to most people. Detectives were supposed to read tells, not have them. But then again, Benoit had never been much for keeping up appearances. Besides, what was the harm in rubbing his thumb along his right wrist? It helped him focus; it helped him think.

Or at least, that was what he’d told himself. He wasn’t entirely lying, either, rather the larger whole of it all was more so that when he rubbed that spot on his skin, he felt calm. Composed. He liked to think that that was the feeling his soulmate had intended when they painted that image, whenever they made or would make it. Whatever it was. After all, it had plenty of blue in it.

He was pretty sure it was meant to be a pond or some kind of body of water; that might explain the blues and greens and maybe the bits of white that he could make out. And if he squinted his eyes a little, he could swear there were little flecks of gold. Goldfish, maybe? Honestly, he had no clue. Benoit wasn’t much for complaining or expressing a lack of gratefulness, but he couldn’t help but sometimes feel envious of those whose tattoos covered a larger part of their body. Not a massive amount, but at least just enough to be able to tell precisely what the heck their soulmate’s image was trying to portray. Clearly, the image was larger than what that patch of his skin could afford, and honest to God, he’d spent a good part of his life trying to make out what it was!

(The embarrassment of it all, he would sometimes muse deprecatingly: That the acclaimed “Last of the Gentlemen Sleuths” could solve the most absurd cases in the country, yet had spent most of his natural-born life completely stumped by what might as well have counted as a body part!)

And yet, Benoit could never stay frustrated about it; not when his thumb gently grazed against the image, imagining the smoothness of his skin ebbing into the aquatic swirls of the proposed water. But just for extra precaution, he saw no harm in distracting himself.

That afternoon’s distraction? A quick skim of the local paper, accompanied by a mug of hot tea. He tried not to think of how such a method revealed his age, instead snapping the paper open to a page discussing the local goings-on. It was the usual sort of content: The community theater’s spring production was seeking house crew members, a mom and pop-style restaurant was having an anniversary special . . . It was the same sort of thing Benoit had grown used to expecting.

But what his pale blue eyes landed on next didn’t make the rest pale by comparison -- it downright washed all else from existence: An art show.

Benoit considered himself a well-rounded person, but it was more so in an almost tongue in cheek sort of manner: As a detective, it was his job to be appropriately versed in an assortment of fields. However, a jack of all trades was never truly a master of none. Benoit’s experiences with art theft and forgeries had lent him a hand in only about as much observation as was necessary for the respective occurrences.

But . . . he knew those swirls. He knew that blue, those greens, that white -- he recognized how the gold was patterned! Sure, the cheap ink job of a colored newspaper picture might have dulled the quality ever so slightly but there was no mistake to be made: That painting was his. No . . . It was theirs!

You tried to make calming breaths without making your anxiety obvious. A nervous but otherwise acceptable smile twitched into place, fooling the guests as they wandered about the gallery. Or, at least, you certainly hoped it was fooling them; but it was probably all to be outdone by the fact that you’d been nursing the same champagne flute for the last half-hour.

Is this what “making it” feels like? you wondered. Because if it was . . . you weren’t too fond of it. You felt bad for not relishing this opportunity; the art world was highly competitive, and you were more than blessed to have had the chance to not only display your work in a showroom, but to have said room be dedicated entirely to your pieces. But in that blessing was also a curse: The curse of criticism, of weary eyes, of people both waiting to pounce on you with ribbings of how you lack the magnanimity of the classics or the free thinking of the contemporaries --

Shitshitshitsmile! You did as you were told -- both by your brain, and by your manager earlier when they walked you through how you were to compose yourself through this entire ordeal. Just smile, enunciate when spoken to, and let the potential schmoozing flow and oh god, that Karen-looking lady who definitely owns a house in Martha’s Vineyard for when she wants to get away from her husband for a day totally hated that piece you’d spent months working on, didn’t she?!

The thought made your stomach twist, your already awkward smile along with it. You inhaled sharply. You had to find something to distract yourself with.

You turned and faced the painting nearest to you. Some might call it vanity, but you were actually quite pleased with this particular piece. That, and its blueness gave you a sense of . . . serenity. You imagined the ripples washing over you and into you, the scent and sound of the painted environment gently caressing your nose and drowning out both the stench of perfume and pretentious chattering . . . And also, apparently, the sound of approaching footsteps.

You hadn’t realized anyone had joined your side until the rumble of a southern baritone carded through the water.

“It’s gorgeous. Isn’t it?”

You hadn’t meant to jump and appear so clumsy.

“Oh, sh -- ” You cut yourself short as you eyed the droplets of spilled, room temperature champagne. If your manager found out that you had cussed around a potential buyer, they would’ve mounted your head on the wall. Thankfully, however, the stranger didn’t appear at all fazed. If anything, the chuckle he responded with sounded genuinely amused.

“Oh, my dear girl, I’m terribly sorry!” he insisted, holding up his left hand. “I didn’t mean to scare you; I can imagine most anyone would be mighty transfixed over a piece like this.”

You gulped as you looked up at your unintentional scarer. His eyes were the same blue as the one that brought you calm just moments earlier, yet they had the almost opposite effect to you now. As you looked into them, you didn’t feel calm; not necessarily: Instead, you felt your heart beginning to ripple the pattern of the painting, your cheeks burning as bright as the gold swirling amongst the little waves. And yet you found yourself transfixed by them, only offered freedom when the older gentleman offered you a hint of a smile. A warm one.

Crap! Uh -- Answer his question! Think of something to say! your mind scrambled.

“Uh . . .” you stammered. The only way to save what atoms of confidence you still had left was to turn your eyes back to the painting. “I -- I should hope so.” Smooth. You tried to remember your calming breaths. You heard the man hum, shifting his position ever so slightly in your peripheral.

“What can you tell me about it?” he asked, revealing just how close to you he truly was. You could feel the warmth of his person and the richness of his voice vibrating into you. Or perhaps it was butterflies? Maybe both? Well, whatever it was, it almost made you stumble over your words. You’d spent the entire evening up to that point rehearsing stories of your inspirations, recounting whatever education you had to people who probably didn’t give a crap.

But this instance was different: Maybe it was foolishness sourced from a sudden and sophomoric attraction, but you almost wanted to believe that perhaps this man genuinely cared. That he was genuinely interested in what you as the actual artist had to say and not you as some painting mannequin made to recite lines over and over.

The excitement of such a possibility broke through your nerves . . . and, unfortunately, right out of your mouth.

“I just really wanted to paint a mermaid in a mall coin fountain,” you admitted. You wanted to kick yourself. Up until that point, you’d been rather proud of your nifty little idea. But when you said it out loud, you sounded ridiculous! You could barely hide the reactionary wince, much less how your breathing hitched and hiccuped with nervousness. Just as soon as it had come, the hope that perhaps this man was different disappeared, leaving you awaiting his ridicule.

A ridicule that never came. Instead, there was quiet between the both of you. Perhaps he was at a loss for words?

“Mm,” he hummed, making you tense with expectation. You glanced at him just enough to see him nod, his blue eyes still focused on the canvas before him. “Go on . . .”

You blinked. Was he . . . for real?

“I . . . What more is there to say?” you wondered. The entire night, nobody had really asked for more on your part. They usually just took whatever purple prose you gave them and left it at that. Your initial assumption was right after all: This gentleman was cut from a different cloth from the lot.

He pursed his lips and shrugged. “What inspired this?”

“Oh, uh . . . Well . . .” Was it worth telling him? Aw, hell: you’d already made a bit of a fool of yourself being honest, so what harm was there in doing it some more? “I did it because I never saw anything about a mermaid that lived in a mall fountain, collecting the coins people toss in there.”

You didn’t even have a chance to worry about his criticism before the man’s features broke into a smile. It wasn’t like the others’ more courteous grins; this one reached his eyes, making their icy coolness warm and welcoming. You hated the cheesiness of it all, but for a very split second you wished that you could be a mermaid in them.

He chuckled once again. “Can’t say that I’ve ever seen anything concerning a coin-hoarding mermaid myself, let alone a professional art piece.” It was small, but the assurance made you offer your own smile.

“Well . . . But then maybe I have . . .” At that, your heart dropped. There it was: The anticipated criticism. He thought you were a hack after all: Uninspired, boorish, unskilled, whatever word there was to describe a person who didn’t know how to use a fan brush properly if any.

The wound stung as one so sudden should: Heavily and down to your core. You wanted the floor to open up and eat you whole. Or better yet: You wanted to climb into your apparently uninspired painting and drown in the mall fountain. But none of those could be an option, and neither was the possibility of hiding in the bathroom or an empty corridor. Instead, you had to put on a brave face and do your best to get through the moment.

“Oh?” you uttered. Your throat pained from the threat of anxiety. “Where do you suppose? I’ll admit, I’m not much into contemporary art so I don’t know the what’s what of what if you catch my drift.” You tried to weakly smile at your sad attempt for a joke. God, this so wasn’t what “making it” felt like.

But the man didn’t offer a courteous hint of laughter. Nor did he offer you a verbal response. Instead, he turned to face you. You did the same, even though you really didn’t want to. But it was the polite and expected thing to do when being confronted. Damn politeness and courteousness.

You weren’t sure how to respond when the man began to make work of his right sleeve, unbuttoning the cuff and beginning to roll the rest of it up. Your paranoia was unfortunately the first to respond due to your preexisting discomfort of the entire ordeal of an evening. You were just about prepared to scream, yelp, make any kind of distressed call -- only for it to trickle out into a gasp. An amazed exhale. The image the man presented to you on his wrist was small. Clearly, for it to be recognized for what it was, it needed a larger stretch of skin to belong to. But you knew what it was: You knew those swirls, the placements of those flecks of gold, those blues and greens surrounded by white.

For the umpteenth time that evening, your breathing changed. Only, you were pretty positive that none of your deep breathing would be necessary this time around; you would be more than happy to look at your painting on your soulmate’s skin for the rest of the night.

Epilogue:

“Mr. Blanc, please,” you insisted. “You’ve grown up with that thing on your arm, surely you’re bored with it by now. You can have your pick of the gallery. Hell, I’ll even make you something on request!”

Pickings hadn’t become slim, but the night had ended surprisingly successful. Well, surprising to you: You hadn’t expected anyone to buy anything of yours that evening, let alone six. You supposed that perhaps they just wanted to participate in the elitism brought on by owning newcomer art. Benoit, however, insisted that the buyers simply had functioning eyes. What a sweet-talker your soulmate was.

You watched as he shook his head stubbornly, eyes still fixated on the painting that adorned his wrist. He’d seen all the other remaining paintings, and even the ones that wound up selling by evening’s end. They were all gorgeous, he insisted, but . . .

“Benoit, if you will, Ms. (Y/N),” he corrected, apparently missing the irony. He gestured insistently at the composition. “And no. I . . . I truly would be quite satisfied with this one.” He heard you raspberry in defeat as you made your way back to his side, folding your arms in exasperation.

“Seriously, though,” you sighed. “Is a painting of a mermaid dwelling in, like, a fountain you can find nearby an Auntie Anne’s really . . .” You waved a hand as if searching for the right word. “. . . Befitting? Of a detective’s abode? I was thinking more of a bucolic piece or like a portrait of some kind or . . .” You trailed off, only to be met with an amused huff.

“Some detective I am,” Benoit muttered. He broke his gaze back to you and placed his hands on his hips. “Took me well over a damn decade or two to learn what it even was. And only because you told me!”

#benoit blanc x reader #benoit blanc #knives out imagine #knives out imagines #knives out x reader #regrettablewritings #for anyone wondering: I think Reader's tattoo would be of a flower. Or a random doodle.#something Benoit made while not thinking and they just so happened to glance at it

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boldlyvoid · 3 years ago

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Amoreena | chapter thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: fluff like unbelievably fluffy!

word count: 6.1

here's the playlist for the fic, the last song in the playlist if looped will lead right into Amoreena at the beginning and it works pretty well timing-wise if you like to listen while you read !!

from the beginning <3

All their bags were packed by Friday morning, Y/N and Amoreena waking up extra early with excitement for the weekend ahead of them, and they didn’t even know what was going to happen yet.

Y/N made sure everything was packed and ready for a 3rd time on Saturday morning, right before they left on the trip; making sure they had sunscreen and aloe vera, all her medicine and ginger ale by the pack for her random bouts of morning sickness that lasted all, day, long... And their dresses and his suit hanging behind the driver's seat, beside Amoreena, they all piled into Y/N’s car and took off down the road on their adventure.

Amoreena was awake for the first half of the 9-hour trip, singing like crazy as they drove through Washington, Baltimore, Philadelphia and New York, it was so amazing she couldn’t stop cheering the whole time. It was more than she’s ever seen before, even though they lived so close to New York, she’s never been through it before.

Once they arrived in Rhode Island, Spencer pulled over at the closest gas station to make sure the girls were all prepared and ready for the big surprise he had for them. They filled the car, used the restroom and bought some lemonade before getting back into the car, he turned in the driver's seat to see Amoreena and Y/N better, looking at their wide eyes memorizing the calmness in their faces before he told them.

He didn’t want them to freak out too much, he was worried about Y/N’s blood pressure and how loud she might scream and any stress that a situation like this could put on her body. He’s seen how people react to Taylor Swift, he just didn’t know how they would.

“Now, I'm only telling you so you don't freak out," he repeated the same worry she had when she broke the news of the baby, "I didn’t have to rent a place on the water because my friend lives up here, so we’re going to stay in her guest house,” he explained it simply.

“Rossi's wife?” Y/N asked, confused about who it could be and if she knew this woman yet.

“No, actually I think you might know her, her name is Taylor?”

“No,” she shakes her head furiously, “no, nope, there's no way you did this, Spencer Walter Reid I am not kidding I’m going to pass away if I see her.” She's holding both her hands in fists as she tries to stay calm, closing her eyes quickly before letting out a deep sigh.

“Taylor who?” Amoreena yells, undoing her seatbelt and standing between their seats, she almost jumps into his lap as she leans over and grabs a fistful of his shirt, “Taylor WHO?”

“Go get in your seat and I’ll show you,” he teases, watching her follow orders and get back in the seat as quickly as possible, shouting at him to drive the second he hears the seatbelt click again.

Y/N is completely speechless for the next 20 minutes of the drive, eyes wide and a hand on her stomach as she stares out the front window. She’s like a statue, not able to hear anything Amoreena is saying but that doesn't stop her from going on and on with her stories.

“Mom!” She’s finally able to break her out of the haze, “pass me your phone!”

“Yeah,” she doesn’t even question it, handing her the phone back to the antsy 7-year-old so she could continue her internal panic.

They see her house on the hill as they approach, “holy shit,” Y/N whispers as Amoreena turns on the last great American dynasty, knowing exactly where they were going.

Taylor asked for his licence plate number and car model when they were emailing, letting her gate guy know to let Spencer right in so he could keep it a secret. But they knew the house, there was no point in not telling them. Y/N looked a little relieved that he gave her the time to freak out alone and not as soon as they crested the hill.

Her driveway felt never-ending as they got closer and closer, Amoreena was still in disbelief as she squealed in the back seat, hands flailing as she tried to calm the excitement inside her body with her favourite stim.

Then Taylor walked out into the front yard and Y/N was a mess. Crying as she waved her hand in front of her face, not wanting to be a mess in front of Taylor fucking Swift, “I told you nothing crazy! How did you do this?”

“Yes, but I said 'define crazy’ and you didn’t,” he reminds her with a cheeky smile.

She shoves him, “I didn’t think you could do this?!”

Once they’re parked the door automatically unlocked, and as much as spencer hated that non-safety feature, he's glad Amoreena can get out quickly before she's screaming bloody murder. Amoreena is out the door and in Taylor’s arms faster than they’ve ever seen her move, she should be a track star. It almost knocks Taylor to the ground as she takes her in, holding the sweet little girl against her chest with the biggest smile on her face. Amoreena snuggles right into her, with a hand on her cheek and her other arm wrapped behind her neck. She couldn't be any closer to her, it was like she was her favourite relative who she hasn't seen in a while.

Amoreena is talking her ear off already by the time Spencer’s helping Y/N out of the car and walking her to Taylor, she’s holding his hand like she’s going to pass out or something, “and this is my mom Y/N and my dad Spencer but somehow you know him already,” Amoreena introduces her.

“Hi, Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you, Spencer's told me a lot about you.” Taylor’s sweet voice saying her name alone makes her stutter out a bunch of nonsense, not to mention the fact Spencer's been talking to Taylor fucking Swift about her.

Amoreena moves out of the way for Taylor to wrap her up in a hug, and Y/N cries harder than he’s ever seen on her shoulder, “thank you,” is all she can say, it’s frightening to Amoreena at first to see her mom cry like that but she knows her mom just loves Taylor like family.

What she doesn’t know is just how much Taylor saved her life. If she didn’t have someone to listen to, someone to take the pain and replace it with hope, she wouldn’t be here and by default neither would Amoreena. Spencer owed everything to Taylor swift at this point, she was a blessing in his life that he took for granted. Not realizing until that moment just how much she meant to him as well now.

“Sorry,” Y/N finally says as she pulls off her, “I’m pregnant, I can’t help it.”

Taylor’s hands fly right to her stomach, “holy crap, you never told me that she’s pregnant in your emails, oh my god!” She’s genuinely so happy for them, “how far along are you?”

“6 weeks on Sunday,” she smiles, feeling like herself again even though it’s incredibly strange to be telling Taylor before her parents even knew. “No one really knows, it’s all very new but when you know, you know… y’know?”

For a woman with an English language degree, she sure knew how to make a sentence, all of them laughing at the words she chose, but they understood.

“We should have used paper rings!” Amoreena yells, holding her hand over her eyes in disbelief as she shares her head with a sigh, she couldn’t believe she forgot that song existed.

It made Taylor laugh, scooping the little one up in her arms and starting the walk inside.

“Well come on in, I’ve got a big lunch spread ready for us and then we can go to the beach for the ceremony whenever you want this weekend, does that sound good?” Taylor is beyond excited to make new friends, much like Amoreena, they got along famously.

“Where are the cats? Do they live here or in LA or Nashville?” Amoreena changed the topic in the form of a yes and proving just how much she knew about Taylor.

“They’re here, Olivia and Benjamin will probably find us soon, Meredith isn’t very open to new friends now that she’s an old lady,” Taylor explained as she set Amoreena down in the entryway, bending down to be at her level and pointing off into the living room, “oh, see, there one is!”

Amoreena saw one of them laying on the floor under a sunny spot, running to it and petting it gently, “hi Benjamin, I loved you in the ME video,” she whispers as she pets him, making Taylor swoon.

“She’s amazing,” Taylor swooned, “I can’t wait to have one.”

“You should!” Y/N agreed, reaching to take Taylor's hand on impulse, and Taylor held it back with a smile, “oh that would be so wonderful, I can just imagine the beautiful stories you’ll create when you discover what it’s like to love someone how your mom loves you.”

Taylor’s smile was priceless, "that's the best way to think about it," she beamed at Y/N the way Spencer did, she had that effect on people. They followed her into the dining room, taking a seat near each other and digging into all the food Taylor made for them.

“Ah,” Amoreena said as she finally joined them, sitting on her knees on Taylors nice antique chairs. “Shark coochie,” she whispers the words to herself, not able to stop her mind from repeating it, but still not wanting Taylor to hear it in case it was inappropriate. She was incredibly well-mannered for someone who had a hard time reading social queues.

“It’s a hard word to say,” Taylor agreed, making her feel less awkward. Spencer may have told her about her autism in advance, wanting his little girl to be respected by everyone she met, for who she truly was, “my mom called it a coochie spread once, actually, she's going to be over tomorrow for father's day.”

"Yes! Oh, I love Andrea," Amoreena laughed at how cool this day was, smiling at Taylor the way she smiled at him that first morning at breakfast like she just found yet another person to love. “You’re so wonderful, Taylor.”

“Oh, thank you, you're pretty enchanting yourself,” she smiles, “I take it you’ve known about me for your whole life?”

“Yep,” she smiled, reaching for a chocolate-covered strawberry and taking a huge bite, covering her mouth before she continued, “I was born a month after Red came out, November thirteenth, it really is a lucky number now, mom says so at least.”

“It is!” Taylor agreed with a smile, “I have some markers, do you want to wear matching 13’s today?”

“Mom, can I colour on my hand?” She turns so fast Spencer thinks she’ll get whiplash.

“Yeah, go for it!” She agrees, spreading cream cheese on a croissant and layering tomatoes on top, definitely pregnant.

So Taylor gets a marker and both their left hands now have matching numbers. Amoreena asks to take a million photos, eventually just taking Y/N’s phone from her, permanently, to take photos of all her favourite things around the house.

She runs off with the cats at a certain point, giving Y/N a chance to thank Taylor without tiny ears listening in. “Can I get really emotional and tell you how much you mean to me or is that too weird for our first chat?”

“Not weird at all, knowing you’ve used my music to raise that beautiful child makes me love you just as much, I’d love to hear why you picked me, of all musicians, to show her how to love,” Taylor replies, as regal and kindly as humanly possible.

“My first fiancé, Stephen, he was actually like an angel and our first kiss was quite literally in the rain, but he passed away in 2010,” she explained it with a smile so Taylor knew it wasn’t a touchy subject anymore, “I bonded with Fearless in a way I can’t even describe to you, it’s my life, he was my superstar, and white horse, I mean come on, I can’t tell you how many times I cried to that after he died but it helped me not feel alone. I wouldn’t be who I am without Fearless, and then Speak Now was there for me when I needed a good cry, Last Kiss really broke me but it wasn’t until Lover came out that I realized I could find someone again, and it’s always just like you released things as I needed them like you were helping me through all the bad things,” she’s never even told Spencer all this, it was special to him that he got to give her this moment.

“When you re-released it with the vault songs, I met Spencer literally a month later. I cried my eyes out to you all over me, but That’s When makes me think of Spencer and now the whole album has a new memory in my heart that’s better. It's just like why you re-released it, to replace the bad things that happened that took all the happiness out of something you cared so much about." Y/N took a second to breathe, shaky as she got to the end of her rant that she seemed to have prepared in the 20 minutes before she had to talk to her.

"I love you, honestly. You’re my best friend and you didn’t even know me then, but you’ve held my hand through it all, so thank you,” she cried a little, holding her belly with one hand as she tried to hold the tears in.

Taylor was out of her chair and in Y/N’s arms within seconds, crying into her arms as she held her. She rubbed Y/N’s back as she cried too, “I’m so sorry that happened, but I’m glad I could be there.”

“Do you want to be this baby's godmother?” She asks on impulse without even asking Spencer if he’s okay with it, he was, it made him laugh.

“Eleonora Taylor Reid,” Spencer says from across the table, making them both turn to him with wide eyes.

“Yes,” Y/N agrees fast, “that's the name if it’s a girl, if it’s a boy he can be Taylor as well?”

“Holy shit,” Taylor smiled wide, “yes, I want to come to visit the farm and buy them baby gifts and throw you a baby shower! I inadvertently helped make them so it’s only fair.”

“Hopefully she gets your voice too, Y/N,” Spencer adds and Y/N shoots him a panicked glance, “it’s the Taylor legacy to be a good singer.”

“You can sing?” The question Y/N feared coming past Taylor's lovely vocal cords, almost on queue.

Y/N can't help but glare at spencer, he had too many tricks up his sleeve and she was at her limit.

“Yes,” Y/N finally answers, “I was going to go to theatre school, but I switched to become a Librarian, I’m not good with crowds or competition and that's basically what the industry depends on. I like the quiet, telling stories on paper is just as easy as singing it to a crowd.”

“That's fair,” Taylor agreed, “would you and Amoreena like to sing some song with me? I have my guitar or the piano? I’m not used to having new friends over without sharing at least 1 song with them. I’m sure you’ve seen my listening parties?” She was really trying to convince her to sing, Spencer knew why and what she had planned.

Amoreena came running in then, “I can play piano too, can we do the long live new year's day from the tour movie?” She rests her hands on Taylor's arm, looking up at her with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, come on,” she says taking Amoreena’s hand and rushing into the piano room. “Here, we’ll record it too,” she offered, setting her phone up on the music stand to capture the moment forever.

They sat side by side on the bench, Amoreena showing her how she could play the opening perfectly and surprising Spencer. He knew they had a piano at home, he’s just never seen her play it before.

“She has perfect pitch,” Y/N bragged, “she can play a song after hearing it once.”

“Really?” Spencer had no idea, unbelievably proud of her as he listened to her play.

She’s quietly playing the intro to Long Live as Taylor watches, joining in with the harmony of New Year's Day, “this one reminds me of my mom and dad.”

“Does it?” Taylor coo’s, smiling at her softly as Y/N tries not to cry beside Spencer.

“They’re the knight and the princess of our kingdom,” she explained before the two of them started singing the words together, like they always have, only Taylor was beside her and not just on the TV.

“I said remember this moment, in the back of my mind, the time we stood with our shaking hands, the crowds in the stands went wild,” Amoreena’s tiny voice lead-in, fearlessly as she played away.

“We were the Kings and the Queens, and they read off our names, the night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same... You held your head like a hero, on a history book page... It was the end of a decade, but the start of an age,” Spencer couldn’t help but cry as she sang with Taylor.

This was on the concert movie, he showed her after school, this song came on and she was silent, listening to the words as she stared at him and then back at the TV. Her mind was connecting little dots, making a story about her mom and dad being the king and the queen, it all made sense now.

“Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you, I was screaming long live, all the magic we made and bring on all the pretenders, I’m not afraid,

Long live all the mountains we moved, I had the time of my life, fighting dragons with you, I was screaming long live, that look on your face, and bring on all the pretenders, one day, we will be remembered,”

Their fingers moved in sync on the keys as they harmonized almost perfectly, she wasn’t kidding about Amoreena having perfect pitch. She knew all the words and sang them almost louder than Taylor.

“And hold on to spinning around, confetti, falls to the ground. May these memories break our fall…”

The piano changes, the cords softer as they move into a new song, smiling at her mom and dad like she knew something. She had no idea what happened the night of the fake wedding, just that they had a party without her.

“And hold on… To spinning around… Confetti… Falls to the ground…”

Spencer wraps his arms around Y/N then, resting his chin on her shoulder as they sway to the tune, she’s barely whispering the words beside him as she smiles as her baby.

“There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor, you and me from the night before, but… Don’t read the last page, but I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared and you're turning away. I want, your midnights, I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

Y/N’s hands rest on top of Spencer’s, she squeezes them three times, right before the next lyric.

“You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi, I can tell that it's gonna be a long road. I’ll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and you're crawling home,

Don't read the last page, but I stay, when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes. I want, your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

“Hold on, to the memories, they will hold on to you,” the two of them chanting along with Taylor in beautiful harmony, Spencer felt like he was in heaven among the angels, but for real this time. “And I will hold on to you…”

The piano is so soft, it’s just Amoreena’s fingers hitting them as Taylor goes silent, letting her take the lead with a soft smile, “Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh, I, could recognize anywhere. Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh, I, could recognize anywhere.”

They stop for just a moment for Amoreena to smile up at Taylor, just like the break in the concert, “I really do love you,” she reminds them all before playing again.

“We love you, too, sweet girl,” Taylor replies for them using the same nickname for her because it was the truth. She was the sweetest girl, that Amoreena.

“There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor. You and me forevermore, don't read the last page, but I stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes and I want, your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

“Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you,” the girls all chant together, swaying back and forth to the rhythm before taking different parts in the song like they’ve planned it before.

“And Long live,” Taylor takes the one song, while Amoreena takes the other.

Please don't ever become a stranger…

The walls we crashed through..

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere…

I had the time of my life

Please don't ever become a stranger…

With you…

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere…"

Amoreena plays the rest, smiling wide at the best day of her life. Meaning every single word she’s saying. “And Long live, the walls we crashed through. I had the time of my life… With you…” Amoreena ends with a few extra notes, making Taylor smile as she held her in a side hug.

She turns back to the piano then, starting to play Amoreena by Elton John. “No way..” Y/N gasps, before getting ready to sing along with all the confidence in the world, alongside Taylor Swift of all people.

“It’s just that; Lately, I've been thinking, how much I miss my lady, Amoreena's in the hayfield, brightening the daybreak,” Taylor changes some of the words, much to Y/N surprise.

“Livin’ like a lusty flower, runnin’ through the grass for hours, rollin’ through the hay, oooh, like a puppy child! And when it rains, the rain falls down… washing out the cattle town… and she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown… And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by when we would lean… Laughing, fit to burst, upon each other…”

Y/N turns to Spencer then, singing to him softly as she wraps her arms around him and sways her hips to the song, pressing against him like they were in the movie Dirty Dancing, something she’s always wanted to do, clearly, with the smile on her face as she sings.

“I can see you sittin’, eatin’, apples in the evenin’. Fruit juice, flowing slowly, slowly, slowly down the bronze of your body. Livin’, like a lusty flower, runnin’ through the grass for hours, rollin’ through the hay, oooh, like a puppy child.”

Amoreena’s voice was the loudest in the chorus, this was her song after all. She belted it out like it was made for her.

“And when it rains, the rain falls down! Washing out the cattle town! And she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown! And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by! When we would lean, laughing, fit to burst upon each other…”

Spencer knew the words as well, who didn’t? It was Elton John's best song. He hugged Y/N, snuggling into the crook of her neck as they twirled in Taylor Swift's living room, swaying with her, forgetting they weren’t alone for a moment.

“Oh, if only I could nestle, in the cradle of your cabin. My arm's around your shoulder, oh… The window wide and open, while the swallow and the sycamore, whoa! Are playing in the valley. Oh, I miss you, Amoreena, like the king bee misses honey!”

“And when it rains, the rain falls down! Washing out the cattle town! and she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown! And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by when we would lean! Laughing, fit to burst upon each other, oooh!”

Amoreena and Taylor playing the iconic piano solo together, Y/N can’t help but move in closer to watch over her little girls shoulders.

“Lately, I've been thinking… How much I miss my lady… Amoreena's in a cornfield, brightening the daybreak. Livin’, like a lusty flower! Runnin; through the grass for hours! Rollin’ through the hay, woah! Like a puppy, like a puppy, child…” Y/N’s voice loud enough to be on the recording Taylor was making as the song ended.

Taylor stopped it then, just as Y/N swore, “holy shit, that was the coolest thing that’s ever happened in my whole life.”

“Mom,” Amoreena looked at her like she broke the law or something, “you don’t swear in front of her…” she mumbled.

Taylor laughed, wrapping her up in another hug, “have you heard champagne problems? It’s okay for big kids to swear here,” she teased her.

They laughed like they were family like they’ve been there before and were always meant to return. Something just clicked with them, and without a doubt, they’d be returning. Taylor Swift of all people slipped right into their little life, filling the shoes of big sister, best friend and coolest aunt in the world all in one day.

It was the most perfect afternoon.

—

Just before the sunset, they all changed into their wedding attire. Meeting out on the beach for their small, extremely intimate wedding ceremony with miss Taylor Swift. Getting it out of the way so they could have the whole weekend for whatever Taylor had planned for them. She said she had a few surprises up her sleeve still.

They filled out all the paperwork required on Taylor's kitchen table beforehand, she had all the right documents from when she registered to ordain online. All they had to do was submit it at town hall and they’d be legally married.

But it didn’t matter to them, this was enough.

Taylor and Amoreena stood side by side at a homemade arch on the beachfront that Taylor owned, waiting patiently for Spencer and Y/N to walk down the fake aisle, hand in hand. They couldn’t stop smiling as they saw Amoreena at the end, a big smile on her face as she bounced with excitement.

They reached the end, turning to each other, Amoreena took Y/N’s bouquet, it was her duty as maid of honour and best man.

“Spencer and I have been emailing for 2 weeks about today, he’s been filling me in little by little about you both as he got to know you, I’ve really gotten to see his love for you in the form of letters,” Taylor described with a large smile on her face.

Y/N looks at him with an open mouth, shocked as she shakes her head in disbelief at him. “You’re kidding, is she who emailed you when we had lunch 2 weeks ago?”

Spencer nodded with another cheeky smile, “she emailed me as you told me not to plan anything too crazy.”

Y/N just laughed at the insanity, “sorry Taylor, please continue.”

“It’s okay,” she laughed along, “it’s actually kind of interesting how Amoreena picked long live and New Year’s Day to sing because from what I’ve learned about you both, the intermission poem from that tour really was written for you, somehow. Almost like by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance…”

Y/n’s eyed do that thing they always do when she’s remembering something she’s heard before, finding the exact filing cabinet in her mind and opening it. She finds the words.

“When she fell, she fell apart. Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated as a child with sidewalk chalk,” she starts the poem with a small nod, letting Taylor continue the monologue in the form of vows.

“When’s she crashed, her clothes disintegrated. And blew away with the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends, family and lovers. When she looked around her skin was spattered with ink. Forming the words of a thousand voices, echoes she heard even in her sleep: whatever you say, it is not right. Whatever you do, it is not enough. Your kindness is fake. Your pain is manipulative.”

Y/N hasn’t watched the concert recently, unlike Spencer. She didn’t realize how much it sounded like them. Spencer, however, spotted the coincidences the second he heard it that night with Amoreena. Telling Taylor, explaining in detail how Maeve and Stephen were their personal last kiss storylines, but they’ve found a lover in each other. Cheesy, but it was the best way he could describe it.

“When she lay there on the ground she dreamed of time machines and revenge. And a love that was really something. Not just the idea of something.”

She turned her attention to Spencer, replacing the pronouns to fit him for the next part, Y/N looked at him already knowing why, smiling as she made the connection in her mind.

“When he finally rose, he rose slowly. Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies. Wary of phone calls and promises, charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes.

When he stood, he stood with a desolate knowingness, waded out into the dark wild oceans up to his neck. Bathed in his brokenness. Said a prayer of gratitude, for each chink in the armour he never knew he needed.

Standing broad-shouldered next to him, was a love that was really something. Not just the idea of something.

When they turned to go home, they heard echoes of new words: may your heart remain breakable but never by the same hand twice. And even louder: without your past, you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance… here.”

“What she said,” Y/N says with a quick giggle, leaning in as she laughs, taking him down in a giggle fit with her.

Amoreena’s lightly tugging on Taylor’s dress then, “you have to say it, please you can’t not say it, I had this planned out before I even knew you’d beee here…” she whispers like Taylor has any clue what she’s talking about.

Y/N just starts to shake her head with a smile, “I think she means the speak now bridge,” she reminds her.

“Ahh,” she smiles, picking Amoreena up to be at eye level with them all, she sings. “I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold, your, pee-E-eeace,” she sings it exactly like it is on the album, almost as if she’s been practicing to release it again…

“There’s the silence there’s my last chance, I stand up with shaking hands all eyes, on me,” Amoreena lightly signs right back. “Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I’m only looking at you!”

Spencer laughs then too, smiling at his little girl living out the fantasy of a lifetime, seeing her mom dressed like a princess and marrying the broken knight with rusty armour, while Taylor Swift of all people holds her. Nothing about the life they had together felt real, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“I think it’s only fair if I get a say in who marries my mom because I’ve known her the longest,” she adds, “and I’m not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on this white veil occasion, but you happen to be the best dad in the whole world, so I think it’s cool that you love my mom.”

Y/N lets out a choked sob, she clearly had no idea that Amoreena was planning to say all that, but of course, she was. She knew all about every single Disney princess wedding, every fairytale ending and happily ever after, Taylor has helped her learn about love and vows and true feelings that cannot be stopped.

She knew what to say and she meant every word.

Spencer reaches out to take Amoreena from Taylor, holding her in his arms instead as Y/N snuggled in close to them, both his girls in his arms.

“I think it’s only fair I give some vows to you as well, I’m committing my whole life to this family, you should know how much that means I love you, too, Amoreena.” She snuggles in closer to his neck as she holds him back, Y/N’s head resting on his other shoulder.

“Till the day I die, I am going to be here for you: with unconditional love, with the best stories and the best morning cuddles. I don’t care if you pull me out of bed at 5 in the morning to feed the goats, or the chickens or just because you think the sun looks pretty and want me to see it too. I love you Amoreena, you’ve completed my life."

"Do you remember that day you asked me to be your dad?” his voice is so soft as he bumps her cheek with his nose.

She wipes her tears as she pulls away from his shoulder, overly emotional at the events of the day and extremely tired from the excitement she let out earlier. She nods softly, “I meant it.”

“I know honey,” he can’t help but start to cry a little as well, dropping his manly facade and being real with her. She deserved to see exactly what she meant to him, “I watched you pouring glitter glue all over that table, making the biggest mess ever, but it made me think… I had a hole in my heart for so many years, there was a part of me missing for so, so, so long, and then I found a little Eden by beautiful little kingdom, and the fairest lady in all the land took me in, and she patched up my broken heart with glitter glue.”

Amoreena tried to smile the tears away, sniffling as she tried to nod, “that's how I felt when you told me I could pick you to be my dad.”

Y/N was a sobbing mess, having to crouch down to her knees as she let it all out, steadying herself by holding onto Spencer’s leg like a child would at that height, “is she okay?” Amoreena worried.

“Your mom loves us so much, and the baby does too, so it’s making her a bit more emotional than normal,” he explains, wishing he could scoop Y/N up and hold her as well.

She wipes the tears from her face as she calms herself down and stands back up with help from Taylor, “thank you,” she manages to whisper to her with a smile.

She’s also been crying, watching the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. A family built on true love coming together, using her songs to form a bond that she’d never understand.

And she didn’t want to, some stories were best kept in families, to be sent down the line, generation after generation, to fall into the lap of someone like her one day and create a whole world with it.

“With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband, wife and daughter, the royal Reid family,” Taylor’s voice is soft as she plays along with Amoreena’s fantasy land, hushed to match the moment as Spencer leaned in to kiss Y/N.

Amoreena doesn’t cry out in disgust this time, instead, resting her head on her dad's shoulder as she watched them peck each other's lips gently. Watching a fairytale happy ending unfold in front of her very eyes, blessed to be the result of this happy union.

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A/N: my anon is on now if anyone wants to come talk about the fic with me!! i love to share little hc's and things with you over here (also this was the original planned ending I wasn't going to continue past here but I'm probably going to write this for the next 10 years its too fun not to)

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Dorm Party

Yuu rescues Idia at a party, or Me throwing several jokes I wanted to make into a single fic.

Content warnings for coarse language. Find more in my Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction tag! And sent me an ask if you liked anything, I’m much like any other motherfucker on this website and thrive on positive feedback.

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TXT: yuu help me i got waylaid by extroverts

You roll your eyes and reply back.

Y: aight who is it

I: music club

I: help me

Y: remember, they try and include you because they genuinely like you

Y: what are you guys doing

I: i was getting food and they took me to scarabia to eat with them

I: get me out get me out get me out they keep asking me questions

Y: okay

Y: but why didn't you say you were busy

Y: or were going somewhere

I: you ever see kalims face when you tell him no

You had. He covered it up really quick, but that half-second of kicked puppy was heartbreaking.

Y: can you eat just enough to be polite and then bug out

Y: they know it's a lot for you

I: how much is that

Y: like, a small plate or something?

I: if i eat a plate i can go to the infirmary and leave got it

Y: NO

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At least the spread wasn't all Jamil's cooking. He might cook like a god, but he needed a break sometimes, and takeout can be fun.

"Alright, so when he pumped the blood through the tube, it was supposed to come through in like, a steady stream, but he'd fucked up. So there were bubbles in the tube, but when you filmed it? it came out realistic-"

"I can confirm that."

"Lil, no."

"Lil yes." He sipped at his drink. "We should probably stop this conversation before they lose their lunch."

"Aww, why." The sarcasm was barely audible, but you couldn't help but smile at Cater and Kalim. Cater was the better of the two; Kalim had gone downright ashy from shock. You shuffled through the cans by the table before sliding him a ginger ale. "For your tummy, baby."

"Thank you." His colour had bounced back well before he took a sip. "You sure like telling stories about blood."

"No, that was about practical effects. I can start talking about blood if you want." You leaned your head back. "What do you think? Should I?"

Idia, who had been using you as a human shield ever since you showed up, shook his head and went back to ripping bread into increasingly smaller pieces before eating them.

"Yuu, look at this." Cater passed you his phone. The carefully staged, enstickered selfie of a Magicam influencer, with bouncy curls and double-peace signs.

"Oh, she's cute. I love her earrings." You held the phone up long enough for Idia to nod at with a small smile, before it got passed around for everyone to coo over. "You interested in her, Cater?"

"Ah, some. We've been chatting." He looked a bit dreamy, thinking on it. "We're going to try and meet up next break and see how we like each other in person."

You smiled. "Good luck, dude. She's definitely your type."

He laughed. "I do like them very cute, don't I?"

"You do, yeah." You turned to Kalim. "What do you like in someone? You probably have a type."

Kalim leaned back and thought on it. "I really like... Shining dark eyes and silky flowing hair."

You managed to disguise a snicker as a cough. "Tall and elegant, too? Always looking out for you?"

He looked up in wonder. "How'd you know?"

"Just a guess."

Lilia chimed in, full of mischief. "What about you, Idia?" You felt him stiffen in surprise against your back. "What do you like?"

"He likes 2D girls." He immediately swatted you.

"You're not 2D. And we know your type." Lilia narrowed his eyes at you. "Tall and pale and interesting looking."

"One of many." You leaned back, and Idia immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, audience be damned. "And who could blame me? Look at him."

"Please don't." He tried to scrunch behind you, but even if you were wider, he was much taller and couldn't fit.

"Aww." Cater had such a warm smile on his face. "Love at first sight?"

You shook your head. "You have to work for love. But," You looked back at your pretty blue boy, holding you tight even as he looked away in embarrassment. "The first time I saw you, it was like you snatched the breath from my throat. I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I never even imagined anyone could be so beautiful." You leaned to nuzzle the spot where his jaw met his neck, and he swallowed. "And lucky me, it's the same every time I see you. You're a blessing on my life, and every day you look at me and smile makes everything worth it."

The silence was broken by Kalim giving a light sniffle. "That's beautiful, wow."

"Way to set the bar, Yuu." Lilia had his head propped in his hands. "So, was it mutual?"

You laughed. "I don't think so." You settled back into Idia, bright burning pink. "What did you think of me when you first met me?"

"..."

"Idia."

~*~*~*~

Your name is IDIA SHROUD. You're a THIRD YEAR STUDENT at NIGHT'S RAVEN COLLEGE, and everything is TERRIFYING BEYOND MORTAL KEN. You suffer from the effects of a TERRIBLE ANCESTRAL CURSE, which makes the already fraught experience of high school JUST, SO MUCH WORSE. The only things you truly enjoy are MEDIA OF A GEEKY NATURE and your MAGITEK LITTLE BROTHER. If it were up to you, you would BRICK YOUR DOOR SHUT AND NEVER LEAVE.

But, tragically, you sometimes must leave and face the mobs outside. At any moment, you could aggro them all with the sheer sin of your terrible presence, and the teachers had no sympathy for your low-tier, introverted self, and insisted that you had to show up to some classes in person. Even though telecom had come so far! You'd think you'd have pull, with your grades, but it was not the case.

Anyway, some first years had crashed a chandelier within days of being here, and you'd only found two to tell to leave you alone forever. When you found the two boys standing with a third, holding perhaps the most wonderful creature you'd ever seen in your life, you went over to explain how it was going to go. Only it didn't turn out like that.

She - what a cliche, the new student at a one-gender school being the opposite - turned to look at you. Enormous puffy eye circles that rivaled your own, close-cropped dark hair, eyes of no particular colour, all in a soft, pimply face with a double chin. This was the one that caused all the trouble?

Her smile dropped away immediately, replaced by wide eyes and slack jaw. She didn't blink, only stared directly at you, though you, muttering an endless stream of something you could not hear as she refused to stop looking or even blink. You knew a bad time when you saw it, and fled the battle before it could begin. You only just heard a voice go "Who WAS that?" before you were out of earshot, running back to your room as fast as possible.

~*~*~*~ "A curse?" You couldn't stop laughing, and that managed to set everyone else off. "You thought I was putting a curse on you?"

"Well!" He threw his hands up. "What was I supposed to think? I didn't know what that face meant and that made the most sense!"

"You do have a... intense look when you see something you like." Lilia laughed. "It reminds me a bit of Howl sometimes."

Kalim added, "No, it's more like she wants to eat whatever she's staring at."

Idia inclined his head in agreement, and Cater made a similar guesture to you. "You're all terrible," you said, but smiled as you did.

"Lilia, you never told us what type you had."

"Oh, Kalim," he said with eyes wide, "I'm much too young to be thinking about romance."

"I have forty-five minutes of footage that says otherwise," Cater said, waving his phone.

"Alright, alright." He rolled his eyes. "I like a lot of types of people."

"You've never flirted with anyone here at school." You thought for a moment. "Well, seriously, anyways. You're real friendly and that can be kinda flirty in itself."

"That's not true," he corrected. "You just don't know who it is. But," he added, "it's not a student. You're all too young for me."

Everyone stopped to consider this, before Idia spoke up. "It's Trein. I remember when I came in with you sitting on his desk."

Lilia pouted. "He still hasn’t bit. And he knows."

You covered your mouth. "I should have known you're a geezerfucker."

"I don't think it counts if you're older than said geezer."

Lilia leaned over to Idia. "I'll tell him you said that and then no one in this room will ever get a passing grade or a playdate with Lucius again."

Everyone changed the subject, and the evening continued with success.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfiction #idia shroud #lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim

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raezenreiki · 4 years ago

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Welcome to my multidimensional world.

Hello! I am so thankful to be able to share my story with you. Growing up, I knew intuitively that I was unique – and what I mean by that, as of course we are all unique, was that I didn’t fit into the status quo. I came into this life with fears, loves, and a feeling that this body was holding something extremely powerful inside.

I specifically remember being a young girl playing with toys in my bedroom. I had a multidimensional moment, which at the time I had not an understanding of what that meant. During this moment, my mind spoke to me and said “I know this life is strange, but you must keep going. I know that playing with these toys is not what you are used to, but you must keep going in this body. You are in an earthly body. You have an earthly family. You must keep going.” – Now I will admit I am paraphrasing as this feeling did not truly come to me in the English language, it was more a sensing of my mind and a “Knowing”. I have never forgotten that moment.

Throughout my twenty-six years on this earth and journeys around the sun I see-sawed between what I thought I was supposed to be and who I was. Looking back now and what my family and I did not know at the time was that; my heart was activated one thousand times more than your average eleven-year-old. How could I explain this to my loved ones around me as I didn’t know that their hearts were activated at a “statistically normal” level. My empathy seemed to be my weakness. My first heart break at eleven years old led me down a spiraling depression that I dug deeper and deeper until I was already six feet under, under water, swimming with whales and manatees in my mind, holding my breath.

I was looking up at these whales and manatees above me, a representation of the heaviness of the depression and anxiety weighing on me, and I could not find a hole or gap in between the swarm of them to swim to the top. I could hear my loved ones yelling, “You can do it! Don’t be weak!” They wanted me with their entire being to find a sweet spot, gather all the air left in my lungs, and make it to the shore.

I instead learned how to breathe under water, the universe gifted me temporary gills and I swam beneath the shallow waters, into a deep blue abyss. During my time in this abyss, I felt nothing for a while. I would spend my days wandering; hiding from beasts if need be and learning to live in the darkness. I began to enjoy the dive. The darkness held a special comfort for me. My friends and family began to fade away, they were still at the shore waiting for me, Some distant friends finally went home to themselves but my family never left that shore, waiting for me to surface.

Of course, sharing my story, I am currently sitting in a comfortable couch on earth writing on my laptop- so I must have made it back, which of course you must be assuming. But how?

I found myself swimming in the darkest depths of the water, lowest oxygen and nearing death. Suddenly, another creature had appeared. After some discovery, we realized we were both having the same experience of deep pain, that we had found comfort in the darkness and I fell deeply in love – in fact convinced that we were two pieces of one soul.

Unfortunately (or fortunately), I was deceived. We were separate. His pain was different than mine. See I was born in this life with a set of lessons to learn that were my very own; and at the time; thinking we shared one soul; I didn’t understand how his pain could run in different patterns that mine. Although I gave him every ounce of love I held in my heart, he shoved me into a deep dwelling cave and pushed a heavy rock over the door. This was his denial that my love could possibly be real. He had deceived himself; as I was genuine. I thought, “this is the end, I will die here. This life is full of pain, atleast it is almost over.”

This cave was so dark and full of beasts whispering into my ears. Their whispers told me “You don’t deserve life, you are unworthy of happiness, you are nothing. The world would be better without you. You are a liar. You are a fake.”

And at that moment in time, right before my death, my beloved mother scuba dove down into the deepest waters, sensing her blood line and following her intuition. She brought an army of angels with her and they were emitting the brightest light you could imagine. Twelve billion suns of light that lit up the entire ocean for miles.

The angels, with my mother leading them, rolled open the rock, and carried my depleted, empty body back up to shore. My mind was still intact; my soul was still holding on. I knew my soul was powerful from childhood; but it was this moment that began my awakening; my evolving, my ascension. I could not have made it here without my earthly mother. Little did I know the entire time I was wandering the abyss she was gathering the tools necessary to pull me out from it. That she battled her way through the darkness and brought the light to me. She held my body-mind and healed many of my wounds with her own selfless love.

When I got back to land it took time for my acclamation. I had been broken for so long – but during my rescue the light of twelve billion suns entered my heart. Nothing could ever be the same. I found the light in my mind. I discovered the true ability of my power.

I have since learned that the healer is not always healed, that we are all on this journey together around the sun; ALL of us as one mind. I have since learned that there is no one you look in the eyes that is not deserving of love. I have since learned that forgiveness takes time, but it is not impossible. I have since learned that I am not here to judge you no matter what acts you perform or what type of life you choose. I have since learned it is my goal to align my current earthly mind with my highest self that will guide me through this life in the most beneficial way possible for the micro and the macro. I have since learned I have spiritual abilities that have and are continuously being activated. I have since learned that I have a soul family and soul guides that resonate on a frequency I always have access to if need be. I have since learned that we are never alone; we are always surrounded by guides. That Jesus Christ Consciousness is available to activate your heart whenever you are ready. That there are light workers, energy workers, mystics, psychics, and healers who walk the earth in order to assist others out of the abyss. I like the phrase “If I made it to the light, so can you.” And you cannot ever deny the light in this physical world. When you go outside, and the sun is shining you see it in its physical form. You are made of that – the science is there if you need it – but you can Know it inside the stillest part of your mind; the fulcrum of which your energy rests upon.

This is what led me to energy work. I began a yoga practice, and a meditation practice, and a spiritual practice. I have been to church, I have done the religious thing, and I have gotten good and bad out of that. What works for me is to follow what I hear in my heart. I don’t need a physical building – I have an entire community of people in real life and spirit guides who are “my people” (in theory because some of them are pure energy and I don’t need to envision them in creature form) ; I have everything I need right inside my own mind. I have found that at times for split moments I am one with God. I have rested in His hands. I have felt the cold rush of angels entering my energetic field. I have felt the incredible life force energy running from my crown above my head down through every cell, atom, electron, proton, and neutron of my body; filling it up with a love that detoxes out anything negative that needs to be released.

Energy work performs natural miracles from the power of God that when we desire and ask and set the correct intention – we are given. Sit with that for a moment.

If I can do this, anyone can. I have been to the darkest hole, and I have risen to the highest mountain. The pinnacle. I am now standing on that mountain ready to accept the life that is calling out to me.

Energy workers, light beings, reiki practitioners, mystics, and psychics all have a story. I believe they run deep – thousands of years – and in each life they may find their way back home to themselves. I have, and I am grateful beyond belief to God that I have found my way home; and I am working towards a state where there is more than a split second of being in His Oneness, His omnipotence; omnipresence; and omniscience surrounds us all.

Welcome. I am Cristina Rae, and I am blessed to share who I am. This is just the very beginning. I love you all – I am imagining how beautiful you all are, on the inside and on the outside, and how our connection; if You have read this far; may be divine timing for a beautiful and magical outcome. I cannot wait to share more with you. If you’d like to contact me for now the best way is

[email protected]

. Website is under construction – or at Raezenreiki on Instagram.I love you all , you beautiful beings.

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thisbitchinthecorner · 5 years ago

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The Very First Christmas Day 15- Laughter

For @drawlight

The Very First Christmas

Laughter prompt!

Away in a manger, a virgin mother is struggling through the stages of labor. Beside her stands her doting husband, a man who means well but is ultimately clueless in the knowledge of child birth. An angel is also in attendance, he has just finished arguing with the inn keeper’s son about the accommodations for the young couple when he finally gives up and walks away.

“Humans.” Aziraphale sighed with contempt.

“What are we to do? She cannot have the baby in here!” A frantic Joseph cried. “The inn keeper said the town’s only midwife was called away not two days ago. What are we to do?”

“Oh. Oh!” Aziraphale stood in stunned silence as the gravity of the situation finally registered. Gabriel gave me strict orders, no miracles and no divine assistance of any kind. “Well, I mean, I suppose I can lend...”

“I heard you were in urgent need of midwife.” A familiar voice rang in his ears, he turned to see the demon known as Crawley standing just to his left.

Crawley’s long red hair fell in a braid down her back; red flowers bloomed in between the plaits. She wore a long, black gown, standard fashion for the time, trimmed at the hem and neck line in gold. Her eyes, a brilliant citrine in the moon light, and Aziraphale could not help but stare.

“What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here! This is no business for...for a demon!” The angel tried his best to appear disgruntled.

“Tell me, Aziraphale, have you ever delivered a baby?” Crawley asked pointedly.

“Well no.”

“How exactly did you expect this child to come into the world?” The demon chided.

“I mean, I assumed Mary would just, you know...have the baby.” Aziraphale said clearly flustered.

“I’ve spent the last decade living as a human female, and believe me, I’ve learned more in these last 10 years than I have since the beginning. Women are the real force of humanity.”

“What are you going to do?” Aziraphale asked with trepidation. “Gabriel said no miracles.”

“I’m going to help that poor, scared young woman deliver a baby the old fashioned way. I’ve served as a midwife many times now, and I haven’t lost a single mother or babe. Now stand aside and let me work.” She pushed past the angel and addressed Mary directly.

“Shhh now, it will be alright. Come now, let me have a look at how far long you are.” Crawley did her best to soothe a very frightened Mary. “You there, husband! Go find me some clean muslin to secure the babe.”

Crawley poured from a jar of oil and rubbed her hands together. “Are you ready, my dear? Let us have this baby!” She held tight to Mary’s hand as she pushed the angel from the barn.

Aziraphale stood just outside, wringing his hands in worry. What if he was making a huge mistake in permitting the demon to be in attendance. What if Mary dies or worse, the baby? No, Crawley loves children and would never harm one. Even the Christ child. He tried to remain calm despite the steady arc of Mary’s cries in the throes of labor.

Suddenly, the screaming stopped and all was silent. He held his breath. The wail of a newborn babe filled the air, and Aziraphale’s heart filled with relief and joy.

Crawley emerged from the barn, her braids falling down, her black dress hid the stain of blood and a look of relief filled her face as she locked eyes with the angel. “He’s perfect.” She said with a smile. “Both are well.”

Aziraphale peeked inside and beheld a truly divine moment; a new mother tending to her babe. The infant suckled at her breast, as Mary lovingly stroked his hair.

“It was an difficult birth.” Crawley confessed. “The least they could have done was make it easy for her sake. Poor girl.”

“You were brilliant.” Aziraphale’s words were sincere as he admired the statuesque figure beside him.

“Well, someone had to be of some help around here.” Crawley scoffed.

“I’m meant to deliver some speech to the people. Seems I’m to announce the birth of the Son of God.”

“Out with it then, Mary needs her rest.”

Aziraphale reluctantly opened his wings and took to the roof of the manger to deliver his message.

“I say, good people! Gather close and hear my words.” Aziraphale began. “Oh, the state of this roof is dreadful, feels like I’m going to fall right through.” He fussed, trying to steady himself as citizens began to gather around the manger. “I am hear to tell you that the child of the Lord has been born, and he will bring unto to you goodness and light and oh!” The angel’s foot went through the thin straw.

“What did he say?” A man in the crowd asked aloud.

“Something about light, I think.” Another man responded.

“Alright, show’s over.” Crawley shooed. “Everyone go home.” The crowd dispersed, leaving the angel and demon remaining.

“I fear that was a complete disaster.” Aziraphale fretted as he wretched his foot from the thatching and descended with little fanfare.

“Not at all! I mean, I especially enjoyed the part where you nearly fell, but otherwise, it was lovely delivery.”

“If I’d eaten anymore at dinner, I probably would have gone straight through!” Aziraphale patted his stomach.

Crawley began to laugh; a little giggle at first that rapidly overtook her until the demon was clutching her sides and gasping for air. Aziraphale began to laugh too, the natural ease they had with each other, the genuine relief he felt when she appeared and for a moment, he forgot that they were inherent enemies and not old friends. This tender moment between them was a final release of the tension that had filled the night.

“How did you know that the Christ child would be born on this night?” Aziraphale asked after composing himself.

“Just got lucky, I suppose.” Crawley grinned as she brushed the loose strands of hair behind her face.

“Well, I suppose lucky for all us then.” Aziraphale glanced at the demon and smiled. “I should say my goodbyes to Mary. I’m meant to guide some visitors here, and I’m not entirely sure where they are.” Aziraphale confessed.

“I should be off too. Temptations to be given and all.” The demon paused as she looked at the small baby nestled in his mother’s arms. “He will grow up and change the world.”

“He will change everything.” Aziraphale said quietly as they stood together and watched the new family. “Will I see you again soon?”

“If you’re lucky.” Crawley replied as she made her way into the darkness.

Aziraphale watched her go, trying to ignore the feeling of disappointment at her departure. He walked into the manger one last time, and said his farewell and gave one final blessing. As he turned to leave, he spotted a bright red flower lying on the manger floor. He picked it up and admired it before tucking it behind his ear. A strange feeling came over him as he left the humble manger, a feeling that he hoped was lucky.

#31 days of ineffables #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #justenoughofabastardtobeworthknowing #fem crowley #female presenting crowley #birth of christ

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efrmellifer · 4 years ago

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Reverie Reflected

It was beautiful to see the two of them reflect each other—like the sun and the moon, Etien and Aymeric—but it was just as beautiful (heart-breaking thought it was) that when one was sad, so was their sadness reflected in the other. Even across worlds.

And it was just as easy to see.

That is, in as non-invasive a way as possible, Feo Ul was always watching.

It’s not like there was anything else to do. The fae didn’t need much ruling, and helping Etien was what Feo Ul did anyway.

So when she was sitting near Longmirror Lake, doing gods knew what but looking like her mind was wandering, they came to her.

“I can’t help but notice you’re still hanging around Il Mheg. And I never see you go to the Bookman’s Shelves. So you’re still avoiding everyone. Did—” they laid a hand on Etien’s cheek— “Have they been hurting you, my sapling?”

Blinking, looking away, Etien shook her head. “I just want to go home.”

“And seeing your friends doesn’t help any?”

“It’s like I said before,” she said, rubbing at her eye. “At least if I’m here, I can find things to do. Things that make me feel useful. If I went back to the Crystarium, I would feel guilty staying in my room. If I went out, I would be fetching and carrying, carting things to Lakeland and beyond like a pack animal. Not to mention, if I stay here, they can all think I just got caught up. If I go there, they’ll know I can’t face them.”

Feo Ul sat down on Etien’s knee. “What keeps you from it? You need to say it, I think. And I certainly won’t judge you.”

“I’m… I’m not good enough.”

“Ah. And who was it that slew Emet-Selch?”

“That’s not me. That’s the Echo. I travel around with the youngest attendees of the Studium, powerful magic users, a skilled rogue-turned-gunbreaker and the actual Oracle of Light Minfilia—well. This world’s Minfilia.” She took a deep breath, her hand coming to the side of her face. “They’re all just like that on their own. I couldn’t do anything I have without the Echo. A while ago, someone told me I bought my way to where I was, and sometimes, I think it’s true. How would I be here? And then I ask myself what I traded, to buy my way. It’s starting to look like I traded my self-determination.”

“Do you genuinely think that? That they don’t love you, but this crystal’s blessing you keep talking about?” Feo Ul had lifted themselves from Etien’s knee so they could rest a hand on her cheek again, look her in the eyes to get an honest answer.

She tried to turn away again, and they applied gentle pressure to keep her from doing so.

“Is it the Echo that scouted out the Leafmen? Does this Echo command that beautiful black bird you ride past Lyhe Ghiah?” By the look in her eyes, she was about to say ‘no,’ but Feo Ul kept going. “Do you truly think it’s the Echo that people would love? Didn’t you say just about anyone could have had this power? So wouldn’t that mean that it’s you we like? All the power in the world couldn’t lead me into battle unless I liked you,” they assured her.

She sighed, more lightly.

“Maybe more to the point… would you marry someone for their power? Or do you think maybe there’s something there that that Aymeric of yours fell so madly in love with? After all, I doubt you wake up the very embodiment of your preternatural powers every morning.”

This, at least, got her to giggle.

“I think it would be silly if I told you to trust them, because it’s clear you do, but remember that they like you, too. The fate of the worlds isn’t the whole reason they look after you.”

Etien’s eyes closed in a slow blink. “Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me! The lake doesn’t need any more water, I had to stop you from crying somehow.” They giggled.

“I can head back to the Crystarium. I should probably start sleeping in my room, anyway. A bed of feathers would suit me better than one of flowers.”

Feo Ul patted Etien’s head, right between her ears. “That’s my sapling. Though you look so cute, curled up, dressed in blue to contrast all this pink.”

They followed her as far as the Aetheryte. They’d see her in the Crystarium soon enough anyway.

Maybe it was a turn of the weather, the Skywatchers forecasting dreams alongside the state of the skies, but Aymeric felt soothed when he’d asked the Skywatcher what things were like on the First. At least he had that way of checking on Etien. And then he was paid a visit in his dreams (though he had no idea he had a certain pixie to thank).

For a moment, he’d thought it to be true—it was real enough, the sights, the feeling in his chest as he stepped inside the house and settled onto the loveseat.

It was the fact that Etien appeared more than she’d really arrived that tipped him off that he was being spun something immensely comforting by his mind.

He didn’t know when he’d become so fond on lying on her lap like this, really more slotted between her legs and head against her stomach, but he did greatly enjoy it. It was easier this way, easier for her fingers to drift through his hair, easier for her to drape her arms over his shoulders, and easier for him to relax when the furniture held their weight and she held him.

Her hands were drifting to his shoulders now, slow, absent-minded caresses becoming gentle kneading. He sighed, the tension melting away by virtue of her touch and the skill of her motions.

“How do you not realize the magic in those hands?” he mumbled into her clothing.

She just laughed, one hand scratching his scalp while the other had still worked over tight muscles. “When you’re tight as a bowstring, it’s familiar,” she quipped. “Was it another rough day?”

This was what really drew Aymeric out of the dream. Because this was familiar, this was what he ached for, but this was also what he had been acutely aware was missing for the moment.

Still, giving into the dream couldn’t hurt. “Yet another,” he told Etien honestly. “I don’t know how they manage to pile up.”

“You never take a day off,” she replied softly.

“I promise you, when we get the chance to spend some time together, I’ll take off as many days as you want.”

Despite all the times he’d heard it, Aymeric still didn’t have a name for the noise Etien made in the back of her throat. It was a laugh, sort of, or at least it was an acknowledgment of something funny. But it was just as much a defeated sigh.

“They won’t be in a row, though, will they?” she said finally, hand sliding down his spine as if he were an over-sized housecat.

“If you want them to be, they will.”

“Aymeric,” she sighed.

“Etien?”

Her hands had pressed gently to either side of his face, and if this were really happening, it would have meant a kiss. He’d have arced up, and closed the gap between them, first with a peck and then with a kiss that locked them together.

But when he couldn’t feel that, it shook him so much that he woke.

He sighed into the cool air of the bedroom, and tugged Etien’s nightgown, still laid on the bed like it was every morning when she woke up, closer to him, burying his nose in the fabric to cocoon himself in the scents of lavender and honey.

Across the rift that kept them apart for the time being, she curled tighter around that familiar piece of blue fabric, sighing against the breeze that blew through the Pendants.

#Aytien #fic #ayyyy finally jamming more of my hcs in here #also everyone say thank you Feo Ul for preventing Etien from having a breakdown #I'm always like 'what trait of mine did Etien get?' It's The Impostor Syndrome

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ilovemygaydad · 5 years ago

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Friends in Dark Places [ch 17]

pairing: moxiety, logince, background eventual remile, background eventual remy/emile/deceit

WARNINGS: minor injury, food mentions, eating, nightmares, graphic depictions of injury/harm, screaming, insults, mentions of a will, mentions of abusive family members, anxiety, depression, possibly something else

tag list: @hufflepuffgirl01 @cocobearthe4th @cas-is-a-hunter@band-be-boss-blog @theunoriginaldaisy

a/n: jsyk, it’s totally okay to ask for a modified chapter if you need it or if i need to add tags! i get it, and it’s no problem for me to quick edit a chapter or whatever :) also, feel free to send requests or questions that you have!

a/n 2: this chapter kind of sucks but it’s meant to just be there for filler and to spark future plot points so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

first - previous - next - companions

consider buying me a coffee (please)

“Mom! Mommommommommom! Moooooom!” Patton yelled as he sprinted through the halls to the kitchen. Virgil followed at a more leisurely pace. He laughed softly when he heard the sharp thud as Pat slipped and fell in a heap.

When they had both entered the room, Mrs. Shea was already waiting for the news. “We did it!” Patton exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air with excitement.

“No way! That’s amazing! We need to celebrate ASAP—are Roman and Logan busy tonight?” It was now obvious to Virgil where Patton had gotten his excitability and gestures from; his mother was just as much of an open book with expressions.

“Not sure. Virgil can you text them?” Patton didn’t even look back for an answer, already knowing Virgil was sending a text. They all talked for the few minutes it took to get a response, recounting their harrowing tale.

“They’ll be here in ten minutes, apparently,” Virgil said, glossing over the ridiculously long response. Who the hell even used “infinitesimal” in a text?

“Great. Is pizza good for dinner? I really don’t feel like—“ Patton and Virgil’s aggressive nods stopped Mrs. Shea in her tracks. “Alright. Pizza it is.”

Thirty minutes later, everyone was sat in the living room, which a space that Virgil had actually never been in before, with their own box of pizza. Patton sat on the floor with Virgil’s head in his lap, absently playing with his boyfriend’s hair, and Logan and Roman were cuddled on the couch. Everyone had worn comfy clothes--even Logan, who had originally claimed that sweat pants and a T-shirt were “unprofessional,” but a stern look from Roman swayed him just this once.

“I’m so glad you guys finally stopped the pining!” Mrs. Shea laughed. Logan nearly choked on his slice of pizza. “What? You guys were hopelessly in love with each other, but you both too ignorant to realize it. We all knew it.”

“Mom, a little subtlety never hurt,” Patton reprimanded, but he was laughing at Logan’s response, too.

“I’m just glad you’re all happy, hon. You boys are my kids.”

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The curtains opened. No lights went on, no music played, and no costumes were on the actors. The booth was empty, save for Virgil in his Stage Manager chair. Although he was Sound Lead, he had other techies run the board.

Roman stepped up to the front of the stage, stopping just before the opening for the pit, and an unimpressed expression spread across his face. It was antagonistic, seeping into every one of Virgil’s bones and chilling him. He opened his mouth to speak. “This is your fault, Bad Plasmius! You didn’t do your job, and everyone else has to pay for it. Look at these disappointed audience members!” Roman gestured to the house, where hundreds of people filled the seats. Not a single one was empty.

“No! I-I made all the preparations! I’ve been making sure everything is on schedule; we should be good to start spiking the stage by Tuesday!” Virgil’s voice seemed dim to his ears, as if he were listening through water.

“That time has come and gone, Virgil. It’s your. Fault!” Roman jumped into the pit, and Virgil tried to reach out to stop him, but found himself falling backwards instead. He screamed, but no sound came out.

Then, suddenly, he was standing backstage. No—he was on the stage. The actors surrounded him, reaching out their arms and tearing at his clothing. Sharp fingernails ripped into his clothes and skin. Virgil bit back another scream as he felt blood start to ooze from his arms and legs and face.

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“Virgil? Virgil, can you hear me?” Patton’s voice warbled in his mind, echoing in his ears.

“Wh-what happened?” Virgil hoarsely asked. He tried to sit up but was spontaneously hit by a wave of vertigo. His head hit the pillow softly as Patton continued to lean over him.

“I think you had a nightmare. I heard you screaming and came right away. God, I thought someone had broken in,” Patton mumbled. He ran a hand through his hair before standing up. “I’m going to grab you some water; don’t you dare move!”

Virgil obliged, laying completely still in his bed. It had all felt so real. Even though he knew opening night was still a few weeks away, he couldn’t help but feel panicked by his dream. Everything was riding on him. What if he messed up? What if there was a disaster opening night, and they couldn’t go on? So many “what if”s that would all be blamed on him.

He swallowed his worry as soon as Patton slipped through the door again. Virgil plastered a weak smile onto his face and graciously accepted the glass of water. He took a few tiny sips before placing the cup on the nightstand. When Pat slid into the bed, Virgil just cuddled up to his boyfriend and let go of his anxiety.

He tried to, at least.

The four boys ended up planning their make-up date for Friday. As soon as school was let out for the weekend, they piled into Logan’s car and drove to the diner. Emilia, perceptive as ever, was immediately able to see the newest relationship in their group.

“My, my! You boys are all just bundles of joy. I’m very proud of you.” All four at the table blushed. Emilia was one of the most genuine people any of them had ever met, and it was an honor to gain her blessing.

“Thanks, Em! So, can we get the usual?” Roman pressed. He was hungry, which was truly surprising. The kid was like an endless void that constantly needed an energy source to stop it from whining incessantly. Incessantly.

“Of course.” A silence blanketed their table as Emilia went back to the kitchen. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, but it wasn’t free of tension, either.

“So,” Virgil started. “I got an email from my dad’s secretary today…”

“That doesn’t sound good,” Logan worried, gnawing lightly at the skin of his thumb. Without hesitation, Roman grabbed his boyfriend’s hands in his own to prevent any bloody messes.

“I mean, it’s not bad per se… but, uh… Here, just read the email.” Virgil slid his phone to the center of the table.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Daniel Thomas’ Will

As of May 4, 2017, upon Daniel Thomas’ death, all of his possessions will be given to his distant daughter Lily Andrews. Virgil Thomas will no longer receive anything from his father. The updates to this will have been overseen by Judge Raleigh Burns.

The three boys stared at Virgil as soon as they’d finished reading. He averted his gaze and tangled his headphones in his hands.

“I guess I have a sister. I’ve never heard of her, and, like, I don’t even know where she lives!” Virgil gestured wildly for a moment before resting his head on the table in exasperation.

“Sweetheart, I know this situation with your dad is really stressful, but we’ve just gotta take it one step at a time. How about we worry about this tomorrow morning and enjoy our date for now?” Patton ran his hand gently down his boyfriend’s back.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s just have fun.”

#sanders sides fic #moxiety #logince #m writes things #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders

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camillemontespan · 6 years ago

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a kingdom divided [part sixteen: into the light]

Chapter Fifteen here if you want to catch up!

@jovialyouthmusic @pug-bitch @drakesensworld @moonlightgem7 @sirbeepsalot @ifyouseekheart @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @dcbbw @notoriouscs @be-still-my-aching-heart @iplaydrake @thecordoniandiaries

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Camille changed into a white silk blouse, ripped blue jeans and brown sandals. She went out into the garden where Drake was cooking burgers. He was in his element.

No, they weren’t in Texas yet. They were actually flying there that evening; no, they had decided to hold a barbeque in their gardens at their manor, as a goodbye party.

Camille had made her grandmother’s fruit punch and Drake had brought in burgers, hot dogs, chicken skewers, tuna pasta and other things. This was probably the most normal thing they had done since becoming a Duke and Duchess. He loved it and he felt it was an indication of what living in Texas would be like.

The head maid, Magda, had been showing the new servant Sarah around the manor. Camille had introduced herself and Sarah had tried her best to be outgoing, but really, she had felt starstruck.

The servants had set up the long wooden table on the terrace, complete with the pink and purple glasses Camille had picked. The table had candles dotted around and fairylights were strung up around the Greek style columns in the garden.

Liam arrived first, as usual. He understood their reasons for leaving and he was only positive. He wanted them to be safe, especially with the baby. Drake was relieved that Liam had given his blessing.

Maxwell arrived with Bertrand. 'I've brought my iPod and speakers!' Maxwell announced happily. 'I've made a special playlist!'

Soon, everyone else was in attendance. Hana and Olivia grabbed Camille to give her hugs with Hana wiping tears away. She was really going to miss her best friend, though Camille assured her that they would be back after the baby was born.

Bertrand popped a bottle of champagne and everyone cheered. Drake smiled. This was how it was supposed to be. Easy, free and happy. He looked at Camille who was talking animatedly to Liam. For the first time in forever, her smile was genuine. Leaving Cordonia, despite the fact she would miss her friends, was needed. She felt relief.

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After saying goodbye to Drake and Camille, Liam went back to the palace for a meeting. He found his appointment sat outside his study.

'Emmeline. Its good to see you.'

Penelope's mother stood up gravely. She was beautiful, all porcelain skin and violet eyes, but the death of her daughter had given her a pinched look on her face.

Liam guided her into the study. He offered her a drink and she indicated the decanter of scotch. Liam poured her a drink.

'How are you holding up?' Liam asked gently. Emmeline took a deep gulp of her scotch. 'Not great,' she said. 'Actually, that's an understatement. I'm so angry. My life has been destroyed.'

'I truly am sorry,' Liam said.

Emmeline nodded. 'I know. I want you to know that I am your ally. I won't rest until this rebellion is put down. Cordonia needs to be a safe place, especially for all young ladies at court. I refuse to see it happen again to another innocent girl like my daughter. I feel a responsibility now.'

'What do you propose we do?'

'Well, what do you know so far?' Emmeline asked. Liam bit his lip. How could he tell her Penelope's best friend, Kiara, was part of the club who killed her daughter? But he was an honest man and he needed Emmeline to know. To keep this from her wouldn't be fair.

'Kiara wrote a note to my old servant who had been spying for me to stop or there would be consequences. I recognised her handwriting.'

Emmeline paled. 'Kiara is part of the secret club?'

Liam nodded. 'Yes. I'm so sorry, Emme.'

Emmeline gulped, tears welling up in her eyes. 'I loved Kiara.. She was always at ours to have sleepovers with Penelope. They were inseparable as young children. What on earth has possessed her to align herself with this horrific group?'

Liam sighed. 'I have no idea. I want to question her but I am afraid to show my hand too soon. But she is my only lead.'

Penelope drew her shoulders back, as if steeling herself. 'I'm not afraid of her. I just want justice. If there was a way to lure out Kiara and the group..'

Liam looked at her steadily. 'It is quiet at court right now. Everyone is too scared to be at the palace for fear the group will strike and I don't blame them. The group are hiding in the shadows.'

Emmeline gave him a cold stare. 'Then we must bring them into the light.'

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The King issued an invitation to his courtiers. They were invited to go to Portavira, where Penelope's family would be holding a farewell ball in her honour. A farewell to Penelope.

The invitation specified that attendance was compulsory, as Penelope was a popular member of court and deserved a send off that wasn't a funeral. Her own funeral had been too sad- this was to be a happy and bittersweet event.

It meant the secret club would have to attend. As Liam's servants who were also part of the rebellion couldn't go due to their positions, only nobles from the secret club would be at Portavira. Liam hoped it would narrow down his search for suspects. Nobles he could read and see behind their lies. Servants were trickier as they waited on him every day and he had no idea if their smiles were genuine. At least with nobles, he could tell a fake smile from a real one.

The guests were asked to wear purple, like they did at Penelope's funeral, as a sign of respect for her house and family.

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Emmeline stood at her balcony and watched the guests begin to arrive for Penelope's Farewell Ball. She scrutinised each person as they entered her Manor for signs of disloyalty, anger, rebellion. So far, nothing. She watched the King enter with a security team and his brother, Leo. He was dressed in deep purple military regalia complete with a silver sash. Emmeline smiled. She could always count on Liam to make an effort. Leo had dressed similar but with a gold sash instead. Gold to match his hair and skin.

She spotted the Ramsford brothers appear next. Bertrand was dressed in a purple suit while Maxwell's purple suit seemed to be glittering. Emmeline knew Penelope would have loved it.

Hana Lee arrived soon after with Olivia Nevrakis. Both women were dressed in purple. Hana's dress was made of silk and had purple chiffon trailing down from her elbows. Olivia's dress was tight and pushed up her cleavage. Emmeline swore she could see a dagger attached to Olivia's thigh, which showed through the deep slit on her dress.

Emmeline exhaled. 'I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you, Penelope,' she whispered. 'But I'll do everything in my power to make it right.'

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Drake's mother, Bianca, met them at the plane. As the Duke and Duchess were keeping their Texas break secret, she met them on the runway. Drake guided Camille down the plane steps and when he saw Bianca, he broke into a huge grin.

'Mom!'

'Ahhh my little boy is back! And Camille, look at your bump!' Bianca pulled them both into a tight hug. 'Come on, you must be exhausted. Let's get you three home.'

Camille fell asleep in the back of the car. Bianca looked at Drake out the side of her eye and smiled. 'You look so happy,' she said.

Drake nodded. 'I am. This is the best decision I've made in months. Just to get away from Cordonia.. I'm relieved.'

'How bad is it?' Bianca asked, wincing.

'It's terrifying, mom. Bertrand was poisoned, thank God he survived. Penelope is dead. There was a mob at the palace while the both of us were there.'

Bianca gasped. 'A mob attacked while my pregnant daughter in law and only son were in the palace?! Oh Drake, why haven't you both come here sooner?' She was staring at him in shock as she drove.

Drake cleared his throat. 'Mom, keep your eyes on the road.'

'You both have been through so much, why did you endure it for so long!?'

'Camille wanted to stay for Liam. She felt like she was abandoning him.'

Bianca sighed. 'That girl always puts everyone first before herself.'

Drake nodded. He knew that. It was one of the many reasons why he loved her.

They arrived at the ranch thirty minutes later. Camille woke up and yawned. 'Are we here already?'

They got out of the car and surveyed the ranch. Drake finally felt peace. When he glanced at Camille, she had the same expression on her face as he did.

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Olivia and Hana were on a mission. They stood by the bar with their champagne flutes in hand and were talking in low voices.

They had decided to team up when Drake and Camille left for Texas. Angry and sad that their friends felt forced to escape the danger, the two women had had enough.

Olivia had suggested they work together and Hana, to her surprise, agreed. 'Camille's our best friend,' she had said fiercely. 'All I want is for her to feel safe and those cretins have taken that right away from her.'

Their eyes roamed the room. 'There's Kiara,' Olivia murmured. Hana followed Olivia's eyes and saw Kiara playing with Penelope's poodles, Merlin and Morgana. 'That backstabbing bitch..' Hana spat. Olivia stared at Hana. 'Okay, cool it, babe. I think I prefer happy and sweet Hana.'

Hana sighed. 'Sorry. I just miss Cake.'

'Cake?'

'You know.. Camille and Drake. Cake. Its their couple name.'

Olivia rolled her eyes. 'You're sickening.'

'I suggest we spilt up,' Olivia said after a moment of disgusted silence. 'I'll go see Kiara, work out anything from her. I won't mention the letter, Liam is still biding his time. You go dance with Neville.. He is always vocal about his opinions and how weak Liam is, maybe he knows something.'

Hana groaned. 'I hate Neville!'

'Do it for Cake!' Olivia hissed, pushing Hana in his direction.

Hana sighed then fixed a smile on her face, trying not to act like she was off to her execution. He saw her approaching and a Cheshire cat grin developed on his face. 'Miss Lee! You look ravishing!'

Hana smiled politely. 'Care to dance?'

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'Hello Kiara.'

Kiara jumped when she heard Olivia's voice. 'Olivia! You scared me!'

'Good, my reputation is still strong. Its been a while since we've spoken. How are you?'

Kiara sniffled. 'I'm so upset about Penelope. She was my best friend, I never expected her to be caught up in this terror.. I can't believe she's gone.'

Olivia nodded, trying to look sympathetic. 'Neither can I. She may have been a bit too obsessed with poodles for my liking but I will miss her.'

Kiara blinked back tears. 'Sorry Olivia. I'm going outside for some air.'

'I'll come with you,' Olivia replied. She and Kiara crossed the room towards the French doors that led out to the gardens outside. As they neared the door, they passed Leo, who looked away from his conversation with Liam, to glance at Olivia. She could feel his eyes boring into her back as she left the ballroom with Kiara.

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There were a few nobles stood out on the terrace and Olivia and Kiara wandered away from them to go round the side where the fountain was.

'I like your purple dress, Kiara,' Olivia said. 'Penelope would love that you wore a narwhal as a nod to her house symbol.'

Kiara whipped around, staring at Olivia. 'Oh just shut up, Nevrakis! Quit being nice to me, I'm not an idiot.'

Olivia's mouth dropped open. 'Excuse me?'

Kiara rolled her eyes. 'I know you suspect me. But I wouldn't poison my best friend, I'm not that terrible a person.'

'So you wouldn't poison Penelope but you would poison Bertrand? What criteria do you have to fit to be poisoned around here?' Olivia blurted out.

Kiara froze. 'Poison Bertrand? You think I poisoned him?'

'I think you know who poisoned him. I wouldn't have you down as a killer but I can see you as a right hand man. You're weak, you're not a leader. You wouldn't have the stones to murder someone. But I can see you being roped into it, forced to watch, because you've always been that way,' Olivia spat.

‘You can't say no to people. You're a people pleaser, even worse than Hana Lee. But you would help the traitor if there was a benefit for you. Question is.. What do you achieve out of knowing who is part of a poison plot? '

Olivia took extra care not to mention that Liam knew about the letter or the club. That was up to him.

Kiara stared at her. 'I don't know what to say.. Except I am none of those things.'

Kiara advanced towards Olivia, hatred burning in her eyes. 'I am not a people pleaser!' she shouted. 'I am not weak!'

'Then be strong and tell me who is poisoning the court!' Olivia shouted back. 'Please Kiara. If you know something, anything, please just tell me!'

'Why?! So you'll tell Liam?! So you can laugh and watch as I am punished for treason?!'

'I promise I won't tell Liam!'

'Liar,' Kiara spat. 'You are so in love with him. He will never seen you that way though -'

'Believe me, I know that,' Olivia ground out. 'But if you tell me, you are giving yourself a chance. Save yourself! Help Liam!'

'Why would I help him?!' Kiara cried. She laughed harshly. 'I wanted to marry Drake but no, he went off with that commoner slut! And she is American! Liam allowed it!’

Olivia stepped back. ‘Wait, you liked Drake?’

Kiara ignored her, still ranting. ‘I wanted to be promoted so I could work in more diplomatic matters alongside Liam, I thought I could help him but he rejected me! Then he makes everyone a fucking champion of the realm or whatever they fuck they got called! You! Hana! Fucking Maxwell! What do I get? Nothing! And that is why the King deserves to lose his crown! He promotes everyone who doesn't deserve it and we are left with the dregs! That is why I won't give up the people who are poisoning his allies because Liam deserves what’s coming to him!'

Olivia stared at Kiara in horror as the girl spewed vitriol. So much anger and hatred was pouring out of Kiara. She was unable to stop. 'So no, I didn't poison Penelope and I didn't poison Bertrand but I am part of the people who are wanting to see the King destroyed! You think I am weak but you underestimate me because I am never. giving. them. up.'

Olivia clenched her fists. ‘Then you betray your King.’ Kiara’s eyes narrowed. ‘He is not my King,’ she hissed. Kiara suddenly sprang forward, a dagger shining in her hand.

Olivia jumped back. ‘Kiara! What the fuck?!’

Kiara smirked. ‘I learned from the best, Nevrakis. Always carry a weapon, even at balls like this one. I’m sorry but I told you, I’m not weak. I can be a leader. Just watch me.’

With the dagger held high in the air, Kiara gave a scream and ran towards Olivia, her eyes wild.

‘Olivia!’

Olivia turned to see Leo racing towards them, a terrified expression on his face. Her attention snapped back to Kiara. ‘You’re right,’ she hissed at the advancing enemy. ‘Always carry a weapon.’

Kiara’s body hit Olivia’s and the breath was knocked out of her. ‘I hope Liam knows you’re dying for him. I know he won’t care,’ Kiara hissed in her ear, before wrapping her hand around Olivia’s neck and squeezing hard.

#the royal romance #choices the stories you play #drake walker #hana lee #olivia nevrakis

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crimsonfluidessence · 5 years ago

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Prompt 9: Hesitate

While Esredes had a good track record with recruiting people to the harriers, not all of them had gone so smoothly as her.

It was not often that deeds of his past in Ishgard still held weight. But that was one of many things that made her different. While the memory was a little foggy, he still remembered that poor Hyur kid who the highborn kids were tormenting, how little effort it took to disperse them, and how grateful she was at the end of it. And he certainly hadn’t expected her to appear again to him thirteen years later deliberately trying to find him. That memory was so much more clear. The conversation in the cavern over the fire as they hid from the incoming storm, the reveal of the wanted poster in her pocket, the reassurance she was only looking for answers, and the exchange of hands that had sealed it all... “So how about it, then? Would you like to become official allies? To start to learn what it takes to fight back against Ishgard?” He had said as he held his hand out, eager to hear her response.

Her eyes had widened as she looked up at him. She remained that way for a long moment, pondering his offer. “If I agree to this, I’m gonna make a whole lotta enemies. At the same time, I’ll make a whole lotta new allies too...”

But only a second more, and she took his hand. “You’ve got yourself an ally.”

Oh, it had been a good day. It had been a good few years as she remained loyal. And even once the war ended, she was still there. Esredes was always grateful to his allies that had stuck around after the war had ended. As foolish as it might’ve been to think in retrospect, he had expected to be left alone again. But she had been one who was particularly adamant on staying and trying to help him. After all the moments they had shared together, it was a blessing to be able to maintain, even as the black fog had closed in on him and threatened to suffocate him regardless.

“I really appreciate what you’re doing,” he had said in many forms over the months. And her response was always different- because I care, because of everything you did for me, because you’re important to me, because that’s what friends do.

And finally, she said, “because I love you.”

A response that had gained her a warm smile like all the other times. “I love you too.” He had said without hesitation. “I’ll always love you and everyone else who stands by me. You truly are like life companions.”

She smiled back at him. But to his surprise, it wasn’t her usual smile. Instead, it was clearly sad. She held her hand up a bit, near her face. “I... I’ll be right back. Sorry...” Wh... What? Why was she upset? Had he said something wrong? Had he- No. No, that couldn’t possibly be right. “Did... Did I say something wrong?” He called out to her. “You didn’t mean that another way, did you?”

“Yeah. I meant the other way. I’ve always meant the other way,” she said, and then she left the room for real, leaving him alone to process what she just said.

And process it he was not. His mind and body felt like it was in shock, like he had just experienced something that was not real. What did she mean she always meant it like that?! For how long had they been allies, friends now, and only now she was saying it? She had felt it the entire time?

But... why? Surely she knew she could do better? Today had been going just fine, and all of a sudden this had been sprung on him like a sword in his back. How was he supposed to have known? She never acted any different than anyone else, not that... anyone else had ever acted that way towards him... Love and war didn’t mix, and he was a soldier at his core.

His head felt as if he was swarming with insects, all of them buzzing loudly and reverberating inside his mind. What in the hell was he going to do about this?? He couldn’t just say the feeling was mutual, he didn’t know, he didn’t understand, he had no idea how these feelings manifested, he had never genuinely felt them in his life, maybe he wouldn’t even know them if he felt them- but how the hell would she respond to something like that?

He was stuck trying to rise above all of the given things that might occur on a day- the noises, the icy river, the memories, the screaming, the void that wouldn’t disappear-- surely she should have known he couldn’t, that he was in no suitable state, not with everything else going on. And while he had spent his life observing romance, all the things it was and especially that which it wasn’t-- he didn’t know the first thing about experiencing it.

He decided the primary emotion arising was frustration. She did this sometimes. She said something or did something to make him upset and took an hour or so to come around. Her emotions got the best of her sometimes, much as she liked to pretend she was calm and cold. Why do you have to be like this, he thought. Why do you have to blurt it out and do that to me when I was just trying to say thanks. I didn’t ask for that. I didn’t want that. What are you expecting me to do?

Gods, he never expected anyone to confess to him, but he certainly didn’t expect it would hurt and make him this angry. It only figures...

Well, now his day was thoroughly ruined and disoriented. He turned to go and... do something to process what had just been told to him. To figure out what this meant to him. To figure out what he could possibly say to her...

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

Featuring @askanomaly‘s char and inputs from her on her actions

#don't ask when this takes place because I have no idea #ffxivwrite2019 #writing #alise #the forbidden ship #post hw #please help this man he's an IDIOT #screenshots

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la-vita-in-arancione · 5 years ago

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Killer Queen: Chapter 7 - Bohemian Rhapsody

Summary: Arabella Ruth White is the fifth member of the Marauders. And life at Hogwarts certainly isn’t easy. Especially when you have alcohol, relationships, unhealthy music obsessions, a fake stage persona, weird ass friends with weird ass problems and actual school all thrown into the equation. (This story is also on Wattpad and AO3 of the same name. I will always update on Wattpad first.)

A/N: Sorry I didn’t post last week even though I said I would. Half term ended up being busier than planned. We are now up to date with the Watttpad version of this story so that’s something! Enjoy!

Warning(s): swearing, mention of babies because that might be triggering for some people

Word Count: 2.6k+

Taglist: @missqueeniewrites

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I don't often receive owl mail. I just don't. No idea why. My darling bastards of siblings can never be bothered to write to me, claiming that if they send me loads of letters then we'll have nothing to talk about when I get home. Which is fair enough. Even if it does seem a bit rude. But oh well. What are you going to do?

The only good thing about it, however, was that when I did get owl mail, it was always about something important. Some of my favourite letters have been from Rhea telling me that she never intended to speak to Luke ever again, only for her to reverse this statement only one day later; one from Mum telling me that the lady who owned the chippy on the pier had had a baby; and one from Luke telling me that said baby had shat on the carpet of his bedroom and that he now had to share with Rhea.

So, going by this logic, every letter I will ever get while at Hogwarts is guaranteed to be either important, amusing or both. This means it's worth my time. I reminded myself of this when I acquired my first letter of the year on a misty Friday morning which just so happened to be Halloween. As it was a Friday, I was naturally exhausted after the long week we had had (our OWLs must have been catching up with me). This was why I felt the need to remind myself that I absolutely had to read this letter. It could remodel my entire life my life for all I knew. The untidy bordering on illegible handwriting on the envelope clearly told me it was from Mum. I ripped it open and not one but two things were inside: a short letter from Mum and a small parcel which was the unmistakable size and shape of a single vinyl record.

Hello Ruth,

I actually apparated to just outside the school gates to owl this to you as it couldn't wait any longer. This morning Queen released a new single and you'll find it enclosed in the envelope. It's called Bohemian Rhapsody and the B-side is called I'm In Love With My Car. God knows what inspires them to make these songs. Steve from the record shop down the road says both songs are superb and that you'll like them if not love them. No news as to when the album is coming yet.

I hope everything's been going alright at school. How is the "project" going? Please tell me you've started by now, it's not fair on Remus to keep him waiting for this long. Sorry for not owling you sooner but to be honest, nothing much has happened in the two months you've been gone. The only thing really worth noting is that someone tried to shoplift some things from the shop so I threw a bucket and spade at them. They haven't come back since.

Luke and Rhea send their love of course, not that they would ever admit it in the presence of the other. Trixie from next door also asked me to check up on you as she hadn't seen you much all summer. I can't wait for Christmas so you can come back, thankfully it's only less than a couple of months. I'm slowly losing my mind without anyone else here to have an intelligent conversation with.

Love you lots,

Mum xxx

Fuck yes, Mum.

She is an actual savage and I love that so much. Only she would get away with throwing kids toys at thieves. Sounds like he deserved it though. What kind of crackhead would assume they could steal from my mum and get away with it. I made a promise to myself to reply to her after lessons had ended for the day.

But on a more important note. Queen released a new single.

Two new songs.

Holy shitting fuckity fuck on a crumpet.

FINALLY NEW MATERIAL.

AFTER A FUCKING YEAR.

YES.

The gods must have been smiling at me that day for this was a glory that not even Clotho could have foreseen. I unwrapped the record, more carefully this time as to not scratch it, and, true to Steve's word, there was the vinyl: Bohemian Rhapsody. Whatever the fuck that meant. Sounded pretty epic though.

"Are you OK Ruth?" Remus asked, mock concern lacing his voice. He'd given up on trying to teach us how to stay alive years ago, now he merely observed and occasionally saved our lives. Honestly, bless that boy. However, it wasn't until he had asked this question that I realised this wasn't the first time the boys had tried to get my attention since I received the letter.

"I'm fan-fucking-tastic, darling. Never been better," I grinned.

"Now here's the thing, I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not," Peter chuckled, causing me to lightly whack him around the back of the head.

"No, you bloody wanker, I am genuinely joyful."

"Well that's new," Sirius muttered, earning him also a small smack. I would never properly hit any of my friends unless they had absolutely betrayed me. Which was unlikely.

"What's so good about this letter then?" James asked earnestly, just a tad confused.

I smirked at him, "If you come and bunk this lesson with me then you'll find out."

So that's how the boys and I ended up in the Room of Requirement, listening to Queen's latest song, instead of being in Divination.

At some point during my first year, I found out about the Room of Requirement when I overheard a conversation between some 7th years. Upon discovering this, I promptly went to the room's location, wishing for a space for music. A bit vague, I must admit, but at the time, I had merely been searching for a place to keep my record player and vinyls. The room itself was not as plain as I first visualized. Many wooden, modest-sized crates and boxes filled to the brim with my records were scattered around - more of an organised mess than you might expect. Each crate was dedicated to a certain artist who I loved: Queen, Elton John, David Bowie, The Beatles, etc. My scarlet, black and gold record player sat proudly on top of a dark oak cupboard that existed for purely decorative purposes. A grand piano stood on the other side of the spacious room next to a throne of sorts that I felt was necessary to have. A crimson, old-fashioned sofa was positioned at the back of the room with an identical ivory one opposite it. Fairy lights were tangled in just about everything in the room, adding to the general aesthetic rather than any form of assistance. If anything, it was more of a nuisance but I would never sacrifice the atmosphere it presented.

The boys plonked themselves on the leather sofas as I crouched down, carefully placed the record on the turntable and adjusted the speed from the usual 33 RPM to the 45 setting. I put the needle on the rim of the record and sat cross-legged on the floor next to the speakers. I loved to have them right next to my ears whenever I listened to a record for the first time. Especially when it came to Queen – it didn't escape my attention that the sound often went from one speaker to the other. I closed my eyes softly when I heard the familiar crackle that always made me grin like an idiot. There was something about focusing on just my hearing and giving my other senses break. That was how music was supposed to be – for your ears.

Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

The strong harmonies rang throughout the room, almost echoing.

Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see

The piano started to creep in, gradually getting louder as the song progressed.

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Freddie's effortlessly recognisable voice sung alone for a moment, only for the harmonies to make a comeback.

Because I'm easy come, easy go

Little high, little low

The lyrics filled both of my ears, left then right. It was so stereotypically Queen; it was like their seal, their stamp, their trademark that said 'Yeah, we did that'.

Anyway, the wind blows

Doesn't really matter to me, to me

The repetitive notes of the piano and John's wonderful bass sound played alone for a couple of bars.

Mama, just killed a man

Put a gun against his head

Pulled my trigger, now he's dead

Somewhat taken aback by the dark turn the lyrics had taken, I felt goosebumps up and down my arms as a reaction to the melancholic feel of the song.

Mama, life had just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

The song as a whole rose to a crescendo. I could hear the emotion and passion in Freddie's voice – it was almost ethereal.

Mama, ooh, ooh

Didn't mean to make you cry

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

The volume suddenly decreased. Roger's drumming became more prominent in this verse.

Too late, my time has come

Sends shivers down my spine

Body's aching all the time

Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows) I don't want to die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

The lyrics got darker if that was even possible. The clear, sharp sound of Brian's guitar solo filled every inch of the room. After about half a minute of glorious guitar, all of the instruments were cut short by quiet, staccato piano chords.

I see a little silhouette of a man

Scaramouch, Scaramouch will you do the fandango

I wasn't exactly expecting a full-on choir that was truly just Freddie, Roger and Brian's voices on top of each other, over and over again. I dreaded to imagine how long that must have taken to record.

Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me

Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo,

Galileo Figaro magnifico

The 'Galileo's made me giggle: how the fuck could Roger sing higher than me? I understand that I'm an alto but he's a bloke!

But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me

He's just a poor boy from a poor family

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come easy go will you let me go

Bismillah, no we will not let you go, let him go

Bismillah, we will not let you go, let him go

Bismillah, we will not let you go, let me go

A tiny smile crept its way onto my face at hearing 'Bismillah'. It was a word that I had heard Dorcas say on numerous occasions.

Will not let you go, let me go (never)

Never let you go, let me go

Never let me go, ooh

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me

For me, for me

Roger's ridiculously high voice filled my ears once again, even higher-pitched this time around. Louder, more rock-orientated music blasted out of the speakers of the record player. I couldn't help but bang my head along to it. It was like being hypnotised; you couldn't control your movements.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye

So you think you can love me and leave me to die

Oh baby, can't do this to me baby

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

The song quietened down again, not unlike how it had been at the beginning.

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah nothing really matters

Anyone can see nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me

Anyway, the wind blows

The last line was barely audible but fortunately, I could make out Freddie's voice from my spot next to the speakers. When I finally opened my eyes again, I could see the boys had been straining to hear it. A gong sounded throughout the room, marking the end of the song.

I glanced at the boys, wanting to observe their reactions to the near enough six-minute masterpiece we had just had the privilege of hearing.

"That was definitely worth missing Divination for," Remus chuckled and honestly, that was the best I could have ever hoped for. We spent the next 20 minutes gushing about the song and listening to it again about 2 or 3 times. Only after this did we realise that we hadn't yet listened to the B-side: I'm In Love With My Car. Unsurprisingly, it was written and sung by Roger and was indeed about him being in love with his car. Not quite sure what I was expecting if I'm honest. It turned out to actually be a brilliant song and the boys and I had a blast rocking out to it.

Suddenly I had an epiphany. That absolutely, completely, positively could not wait a moment longer.

So naturally, I had to tell the boys.

"Guys, guys, guys!" I exclaimed, everyone turning their heads to stare at me like they were a clan of meerkats, "Remember our Halloween prank tonight at dinner? Change of plan."

**********

The rest of the day was a fairly normal affair. I could hardly concentrate because my mind was buzzing with thoughts about Queen and our prank tonight. Nothing out of the ordinary then.

By the time dinner came around, the excitement was radiating off us in waves. Somehow, this was the first prank we had done all year, which was certainly saying something. Just as Dumbledore stood up from his seat to give one if his famed speeches, I tapped on the table to signify the start of the prank. Peter took his cue and murmured a charm, making all of the candles suddenly blow out and plunging the Great Hall into darkness. Hushed whispers from confused students were suddenly silenced by the sound of a microphone whistling. This meant Remus had executed his part of the plan, now it was time for James's. Being the best at Transfiguration out of all of us, his job was to transform the metal torches at the tops of the walls into various different instruments - guitars, basses, drums, pianos, gongs, wind chimes, etc. Now for my part. I charmed all of the floating pumpkins in the hall so they would sing. Which song you ask? Bohemian Rhapsody, of course, my dears. I smiled when the familiar voices of Queen echoed all around the Great Hall. Once the acapella part of the song was over, Sirius charmed the newly made instruments so they would play their respective parts when needed. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing: even in the darkness, I could make out some facial expressions that could only be described as a mixture of confusion, annoyance, glee and defeat.

The song seemed to be over before it had even begun, which was a shame. Everyone applauded as we reversed the spells and Dumbledore actually congratulated us in his speech! McGonagall, however, reprimanded us and gave us detentions for disrupting the dinner or some bullshit like that. I personally believed she secretly loved the prank. Maybe the eye roll suggested this as she trooped back to the teacher's table. Or maybe I had imagined it.

Who even knows any more?

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zayadriancas · 5 years ago

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This is random and I don’t know if it will make sense but if you had to rank the next class plots in order from favorite to least favorite per episode (like each next class episode and then say for each episode out of the 3 plots like which plot you like the most then the one you like the second most then the one you like the least) Just curious how you would rank each plot per episode sorry if this doesn’t make sense

Don’t worry it makes sense! :)

BootyCall: (I didn’t really care for any of the plots in this episode tbh but)

1: Shay’s plot (it set up Shiny and no characters in this plot were either acting out of character or straight up petty/mean, plus it was Shays first actual plot and it could have been better but it wasn’t terrible)

2: Maya’s plot (I love Maya finally focusing on her dream of music again, but I hated the way they wrote Zig in this plot to suddenly be this clingy, sex obsessed, & apparently not talented enough to play guitar instead of supportive & just made him look bad for the sake of trying to shoehorn Jonah into the plot and basically set up Zig to be the bad guy for the rest of the season & even worse never truly delve into why he’s being so clingy, insecure, etc)

3: Tristan’s plot (I hated Tristan’s biphobic comments but at the same time I hate how Miles was made to look completely innocent, it was made to seem like he hadn’t treated Tristan like shit in their first relationship and led him to believe he was using him, which is why Tristan was so upset in this episode when he saw Miles flirting with that girl a day after they made out/hooked up. That doesn’t excuse his terrible comments at the debate but still. Miles wasn’t a saint and Tristan had a right to be mad, he just didn’t handle it properly. Basically Tristan wasn’t the only wrong one in this plot but they tried to make it seem like he was)

NoFilter:

1: Grace/Zoe’s plot: (my only complaint is that it wasn’t from Grace’s POV since not only are we just finding out she has a serious illness but before this she still hadn’t had a plot yet, but other than that the majority of this plot was great)

2: Miles’s plot

3: Frankie’s plot (I did like it, but I hate how after this episode they made her depression about boy drama instead of actually delving deeper into her mental health like they did with both of her siblings)

YesMeansYes:

1: Zig’s plot

2: Miles’s plot

3: Hunter’s plot

NotOkay:

1: Maya’s plot

2: Tristan’s plot (I didn’t like him and Vijay together at all but it was nice to see him realize he couldn’t lead Vijay on when he still had feelings for someone else because he knew how that felt, and honestly the plot itself was just amusing tbh)

3: Shay’s plot (mainly because it’s obvious they only had Shay turn Tiny down because they wanted to do the Shay/Tiny/Lola triangle, even though they tried to make it seem like it was about her parents not allowing her to date. But they said they’d reconsider if they met Tiny, and obviously when Shiny does end up dating they love Tiny even though we don’t see their official meeting on screen so, it was obviously just an excuse to make Tola happen)

ButThatsNoneOfMyBusiness:

1: Lola’s plot

2: Maya’s plot

3: Miles’s plot (I did like it a lot though this episode had 3 great plots)

NotAllMen:

1: Zoe’s plot (I didn’t care that much for it because it was kind of random/felt unrealistic with the whole David thing and then there’s no follow up of trying to find her actual real dad but it was better than the other two plots)

2: I guess Frankie’s plot even though this was the start of making her depression becoming about boy drama and I hate the way Jonah treated her in this episode, it at least featured a likable character (Frankie I mean) who did nothing wrong and the whole boy drama was the writers fault and not hers and it’s not her fault Jonah decided to be an ass for no real reason when he barely knew her and made her feel guilty when she did want to be there helping, but couldn’t find a way to get a hold of him to tell him she’d be late/not coming whatever)

3: Hunter’s plot

ThisCouldBeUsButYouPlayin:

1: Miles’s plot

2: Maya’s plot

3: Zig/Zoe’s plot

TeamFollowBack:

1: Maya’s plot (it was heartbreaking but the most intense/captivating of the 3)

2: Frankie’s plot (even though yes it was about boy drama which I didn’t like, it was tolerable and the only thing that made no sense was the Fronah kiss at the end, and I just honestly am mostly putting it 2nd because I didn’t like Tristan’s plot)

3: Tristan’s plot (everything about it was written so poorly and Tristan suddenly hooking up with tons of guys came out of nowhere, not saying that’s a bad thing but this was just a poorly written way IMO for Tristan to blame Miles for giving him chlamydia when he didn’t even know for sure if he had it cuz he hadn’t been to a real doctor and to our knowledge they only kissed at the pool party (they may have done more but it really didn’t seem like it, I feel like Tristan just blamed Miles cuz he thought that Miles was promiscuous so it “had to have been him” even though Tristan himself had hooked up with like 5 guys in that semester and if Tristan did have chlamydia why didn’t he think it could have been one of the other guys? Anyway this whole plot was just a mess).

SinceWeBeinHonest:

1: Miles’s plot

2: Frankie’s plot

3: Zig’s plot

SorryNotSorry: (another episode I didn’t care for tbh)

1: I guess Frankie’s plot. I know I keep saying I hate her boy drama plots but really this is the only plot that didn’t piss me off in some way

2: Maya’s plot (I hated it because of how they had Zig lie to Maya and try to downplay what happened but at least Maya herself did nothing wrong)

3: Hunters plot (it was intense and Spencer’s acting was great, but Hunter is a piece of shit so I couldn’t feel sorry for him one bit and honestly it’s a bit scary to watch in a way that wasn’t something I could enjoy if that makes sense, like not scary in a captivating way but scary in a I honestly have a hard time watching this kind of way.)

SquadGoals:

1: Miles’s plot

2: Maya’s plot

3: Frankie’s plot

TurntUp:

1: Hunter’s plot (this is the one plot of his I actually liked and it had potential after this and they wasted it)

2: Shay’s plot

3: Zig’s plot (I love him but god he was embarrassingly awful throughout half this episode, I know he meant well but still. He fucked up).

CheckYourPrivilege:

1: Yael’s plot

2: Tristan’s plot

3: Frankie’s plot (again like Zig, meant well but embarrassingly fucked up)

BuyMePizza:

1: Zoe’s plot

2: Lola’s plot

3: Grace’s plot

ThrowbackThursday: (aside from seeing the alumni I really didn’t like this episode tbh)

1: I guess Lola’s plot but it really should have been from Tiny’s POV, or even Shay’s. Yes Lola was trying to stand up for Tiny which was great but like this should have been about Frankie getting in no trouble for the banner as opposed to maybe like Kara/Northern Tech getting in trouble for their prank or something to show how racism affects things. Or like, have Tiny have gotten in the fight with a white guy from their school and have the white guy get less punishment than Tiny) I appreciated their efforts to bring attention to the BLM movement but it was written poorly and not from the POV of an actual black person which made it worse.

2: Tristan’s plot (I guess. Like I said I really didn’t care for any of the plots in this episode).

3: Frankie’s plot

ToMyFutureSelf: (another episode I didn’t care much for)

1: Shay’s plot

2: Zoe’s plot

3: Maya’s plot (not cuz of her but Zig and Grace acting the way they did. The only highlight was Sav and Spinner).

ThatAwkwardMomentWhen:

1: Zoe’s plot

2: Frankie’s plot

3: Shay/Tiny’s plot (I loved the Shiny moments but like I feel like this plot existed just to break up Tola and create more drama in the Shiny/Tola triangle. Tiny literally having his appendix removed is never mentioned again and was only like half from his POV but barely. He literally never had a plot from his own POV and the one time he kind of does his literal health condition is treated as secondary compared to relationship drama.)

RiseAndGrind:

1: Zig’s plot

2: Miles’s plot

3: Maya’s plot

TheseAreMyConfessions:

1: Shay’s plot

2: Yael’s plot

3: Grace’s plot (what could have been a good plot about her CF was turned into her having a forced crush on Zig, yelling at Maya for no good reason, and yeah it was just awful)

OMFG:

1: Zoe’s plot

2: Hunter’s plot (I didn’t so much like it but I’ll explain my reasoning in a second)

3: Shay’s plot (I love her and I can understand why she felt like she had to give up everything and was upset and she did have a right to be, but I don’t like her passive aggressive behavior in this episode and low key guilting Lola into giving her her blessing to date Tiny after Lola said no. When Lola asked permission it was different because Shay and Tiny hadn’t even dated yet, but Lola and Tiny just broke up and Lola had to deal with finding out the guy she loved had stronger feelings for her best friend. And this is after she’d recently opened up to him about her abandoning issues. I know you can’t help who you fall for but let’s face it, Lola was Tiny’s second choice from the beginning, I do believe he genuinely liked and cared for her but not as much as Shay. So anyway Lola wasn’t even mean when she denied Shay from dating Tiny and she had every right to not be comfortable with them dating, at least not right away. But after Shay started acting out and admitted it was partially because having to give up Tiny, Lola felt bad enough to give Shay her blessing and I just feel like that was low key guilt trippy and just wrong).

BreakTheInternet:

1: Zoe’s plot

2: Lola’s plot (even though she was acting petty part of me didn’t blame her(read commentary on my thing for Shays plot in OMFG) like it wasn’t the right way to handle it and I love Shay and Shiny but still. Plus I really loved and related to her quote about not being able to talk about her pain because it makes people uncomfortable

3: Miles’s plot

IWokeUpLikeThis:

1: Maya’s plot

2: Yael’s plot

3: Zig’s plot (just because the Zig/Esme stuff aside from their scene at the end made me cringe)

WorstGiftEver:

1: Shay’s plot

2: Goldi’s plot

3: Miles’s plot

PicsOrItDidn’tHappen:

1: Maya’s plot

2: Frankie’s plot

3: Rasha’s plot (I liked it but Miles bugged me so much in this plot and it didn’t get as much screen time as the others)

HugeIfTrue:

1: Lola’s plot

2: Frankie’s plot

3: Hunter’s plot

ThatFeelingWhen:

1: Zoe’s plot

2: Frankie’s plot

3: Miles’s plot

Unsubscribe:

1: Grace’s plot

2: Zoe/Rasha’s plot

3: Hunter’s plot

IRegretNothing:

1: Maya’s plot

2: Lola’s plot (I loved it almost equally to Maya’s but I can relate to Maya’s more so)

3: Miles’s plot

Woke:

1: Maya’s plot

2: Zoe’s plot (again I love it pretty much equally to Maya’s but Maya’s was more relatable to me)

3: Frankie’s plot

ImSleep:

1: Maya’s plot

2: Zoe/Goldi/Rasha��s plot (I really couldn’t tell whose POV it was supposed to be from lol)

3: Miles’s plot

BackToReality:

1: Yael’s plot

2: Grace’s plot

3: Esme’s plot

GetMoney:

1: Saad’s plot

2: Frankie’s plot

3: Shay’s plot

ILookLikeA:

1: Goldi’s plot

2: Miles’s plot

3: Hunter’s plot

RollUpToTheClubLike:

1: Grace’s plot

2: Goldi’s plot

3: Maya’s plot (I liked it but the involvement of gamer club, who literally harassed and sent death threats to her, bugged me so much)

Preach:

1: Zoe’s plot

2: Saad’s plot

3: Frankie’s plot

FactsOnly:

1: Yael’s plot

2: Maya’s plot (I loved it equally to Yael’s tbh it was hard to choose)

3: Zig’s plot (it could have been great if not for making it about a threesome instead of him actually focusing on not only his insecurities about not being good enough to get into school but planning his future or at least getting a general sense of what he wanted to do)

Fire:

1: Maya’s plot

2: Shay’s plot

3: Esmes plot (I could relate to it and I didn’t hate the plot itself but I just did not like her actions)

GetYouAManWhoCanDoBoth:

1: Lola’s plot

2: Shay’s plot

3: Tristan’s plot (the fact that it was mainly made about his relationship with Miles bothered me so much)

Obsessed:

1: Zig’s plot

2: Miles’s plot

3: Hunter’s plot

KThxBye:

1: Zoe’s plot

2: Maya’s plot

3: Esmes plot (I liked all 3 plots equally in this episode tbh but again with Esme, I could relate to her and my heart broke for her but still her actions weren’t okay)

#degrassi #anonymous #answered #long post

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demfutebolimagines · 6 years ago

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Marco Reus Imagine: Hard-Ass

Y/N’s POV:

“You know there are other things I could be doing than coming and watch you train” I complain as I entered the stadium. “Oh yeah? And how are you gonna do anything without a car?” my older brother Mats teases. “Uber?” I say. “Um no. You know how much I don’t trust you being by yourself and besides I barely see you so it’s a good time to hang out” He says making me sigh exaggeratively. Yes I was the little sister to the one and only Mats Julian Hummels. It’s not easy when your brother is in the spotlight because of the fact he’s basically never around especially since he lives all the way in Munich leaving me alone with Jonas and the rest of our family in Bergisch Gladbach. The only reason I’m seeing him today is because Germany is having a friendly game against Russia tomorrow and today they are training. And lucky me was dragged along since my car broke down. “Ok I’m gonna go to the locker room real quick so you can just wait on the pitch” he tells me. “The what?” I say not understanding his lingo. “Over there” He says rolling his eyes and pointing me in the direction of the field. “Why thank you good sir” I say sarcastically walking towards the field. “Well Harry I hope you entertain me for the next couple of hours” I say referring to the harry potter book that I brought for entertainment.

Marco’s POV:

“About time you get here Hummels” I say. “Sorry but my little sister had some car troubles and I had to help her out” He explains as he changes into his gear. “I didn’t know you had a sister” I say surprised. “Really? I thought I told you” He says with a confused look on his face. “Well she’s outside if you want to meet her but I must warn you she’s a hard-ass” he adds laughing at the end. “I’ll be the judge of that” I say before walking out. When I talk into the field I see this girl who I’m assuming is Mats sister and I got to say she’s beautiful. “Hey” I say as I approach her. She looks up from her book and shyly smiles while giving a small hey in return. “You’re Mats sister right?” I ask to confirm if it was truly her and she nods her head. “Yup that’s me. And you are?” She asks. “Marco” I reply. I’m a bit shocked that she doesn’t know who I am through news or even through Mats himself. “Y/n” she says simply extending her hand to shake mine. Instead of shaking her hand I chose to place a kiss which threw her off. “Um don’t you have to go train or something” she says turning back to her book. “Yeah but I’d much rather spend my time with a beautiful girl such as yourself” I say trying my charm on her but it has no effect. “So you’re gonna ignore the annoyed looking coach that is looking our way” She says nodding her head towards Joachim who looks like he wants to chop my head off. “Right well until we meet again beautiful” I wink at her and head off to meet with the rest of the team. Mats was right about her being a hard-ass. Any girl would have fallen to my feet with that charm but with her I got nothing and I got to say I kind of like that about her. Hard to get. “Hey so I saw you were chatting with my little sis” Mats says while we’re warming up. “I wouldn’t really call it a chat” I say. “Told you. She’s not one for conversation especially with people she doesn’t know.” He chuckles. “Well what do I have to do to get her attention?” I ask sounding a bit desperate. “Ooh I think Reus here got himself a little crush” Mario pipes up from behind. “Well only if its ok with Hummels over here” I say. “It’s ok with me. She needs someone to have her let loose” He says to my surprise. “Really?” I ask in disbelief. “Yeah bro you got my blessing” he jokes. “Ok I got your blessing now what?” I ask not knowing what on earth I’m going do to make this girl mine. “Like you said before get her attention and show her how serious you are. There’s a reason why she’s the way she is. Guys used to be all over her and ask her out but it was just to get in bed with her and she got fed up. So she started to act be tough around guys and here she is now” He explains and I understood where she came from. “So basically, you need to show her how serious you are. Do something to show that to her” Mario adds. “I think I have an idea” I say as we continue to train.

Y/N’s POV:

It didn’t take long before I finished my book so I ended up watching my brother and the others. Particularly Marco. Was I interested in him? Yes, but he seems like those boys in my past who will charm their way into bed. I promised myself I would not fall for that type again but somehow I feel like he’s is different. Genuine. But I am still unsure which is why when practice was over I told Mats I would wait near the car to avoid any contact with him. After tomorrow I won’t see him again so it’s better to save myself now from heartbreak.

Next Day…

“Y/N! Come on we have to be there in half an hour!” I hear Mats yell. “I’m going! I’m just putting on some lipstick!” I shout back. I don’t know why but I felt the need to look good today since Mats’ game is today. “Whoa who are you trying to impress?” Mats asks as he sees me coming down the stairs in my black skinny jeans, jersey, hair done, and a little bit of make-up. “Nobody” I say a little too quickly. “You sure you’re not trying to impress one particular friend of mines” He says nudging me causing me to roll my eyes. “Nope. I just thought I’d look nice for your game since I rarely go to them” I say. “All right whatever you say” He says as he opens the door.

As we arrived to the stadium most people were already there including the girlfriends/wives of the players. Thankfully I’ve gotten to know some of them so I wouldn’t be alone the whole time. “Good luck and please don’t be reckless. I want my brother back in one piece” I say hugging him. “Don’t worry I’ll be fine baby sis” He replies hugging me back and heading off into the locker rooms. I then make my way to the VIP area to meet up with the with the other WAGs. “Y/N!” I hear Ann shout as soon she saw me. “Ann!” I shout back mimicking her excitement. “I haven’t seen you in forever” she says bear hugging me. “Yeah it’s been a while” I say losing air since she was hugging me like if she hasn’t seen me in years. “We have a lot to catch up before the game like when did you start putting an effort in the way you look” She says looking me up and down before we take our seats. “Oh my goodness stop making a big deal out of this. This is nothing.” I say defensively. “Y/N I have known you for years and I know you rarely go out like this. But I have to say it’s working for you. So who’s the lucky guy? Marco?” she says wiggling her eyebrows leaving me there with my eyes wide open. “What? No. How did you know about that?” I ask. “Well Mario may or may not have told me about yesterday” She says smiling rather suspiciously. “What do you know?” I narrow my eyes at her. “Nothing. Oh would you look at that the game is about to start” she says directing my attention to the field where the players were starting to warm up. My eyes immediately caught sight of the attractive blonde from yesterday and I couldn’t help but let a small smile creep up.

After both teams finished warming up the game soon commenced and Germany just went at it with trying to score and having full possession of the ball. Within the first fifteen minutes Germany made a goal and made by none other than Marco Reus. The crowd was going crazy especially my section when he came running towards us. He looked at me straight in the eyes, pointed at me, and blew me a kiss so I knew that goal was meant for me. I was a bit shocked actually since I sort of dissed him yesterday but happy to see he wasn’t those guys who gave up easily when they took a hint to fuck off. I felt heat rise up to my cheeks and thankfully my blush was able to cover up that embarrassment. “Aww looks like someone has a crush” Ann teased me causing me to tell her to hush. And it didn’t stop after that goal because he made 2 more goals and repeated the same gesture making your heart beat a little faster. The end of the match came and that’s when I thought it was over until he came running towards me and actually jumped into the stands making everyone freak out. “Are you psycho?! What are you doing?!”I yelled at him for his recklessness but he ignored me and instead leaned in giving me a passionate kiss that I wished would have never end. “Go out with me? Please?” He asks when he breaks the kiss off leaning his head onto mine. Could it be? Finally somebody who is not a fuckboy playing with my emotions? After a couple of seconds I came to say “Yes”. “Thank god all that work was for something” he smiles making me laugh. “I’d say you proved your feelings” I say leaning in for another kiss. “Hard-ass” he joked making me smack him playfully and laugh. No disagreement there.

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