#so we’ll have one more eu leg (the one mentioned in the chapter) and then the other continents

[sages-of-hell]

adding my two (actually more) cents to the second eu tour announcement bc i see some people being upset:

i’m 100% sure the eu tour is neither gonna be the first nor the only one next year.

we’ve had talk and rumours about a world tour (from trusted sources, including tobias himself implying). an actual world tour, mind you.

when in chapter 11 they said copia is gonna do 200-something shows i don’t think they were doing a bit or over-exaggerating, that’s a realistic number, combining era 4 and 5 tours, and there’s still more than enough room for the implied world tour next year.

speaking of next year, it’s gonna be a tight tour schedule (likely) but if the original plan of keeping copia around for 2 album cycles didn’t change, well… my theory is he’ll go out with a bang at the end of the huge tour next year

summer is still a long way to go, there’s more than enough time to announce ticket sales and tour dates for shows in spring, let alone autumn or winter

what i’m saying is, i have no way of knowing why the ones responsible decided to tease the eu tour first, but i have full faith that there are more announcements on the way very very soon

(have you been listening to mr. sultarian/saltarian/salty boy at all today the man Knows Things and there’s so much more going on we’re just getting crumbs currently please stay calm)

[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 169

Chapter Summary -Danielle gets a broken tooth whilst Tom has to feign a broken heart.

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Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long.  This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

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Tom looked at Danielle sympathetically. “Are you okay?” She gave him a glance back that was a mixture of disbelief he would ask such a thing since the answer should be obvious, and pathetic sadness. He pulled her close to him and rubbed her arm. “I’m sorry, stupid question.”

It was a fairly normal day. Danielle had gone to the office to ensure that everything she needed to send had gone through before a conference call with the US and Asian offices which would then include the new office that dealt with excess issues as there had indeed been a need for its expertise, as a result, an error in ground quality under a set which thankfully led to said set collapsing at night with none there to be harmed, yet it still needed to be dealt with as filming had been set back a few weeks, leading to an update call to the partners, including Danielle. She did not think much of the sensitive tooth she had of late, she had noted it and put it down to the toothpaste her dental hygienist had suggested after her last cleaning, so she had thought that at her next cleaning a few months later, she would talk to them about it. It was as she bit into a sandwich that she felt the pain surge through her jaw and when she tried to see what the issue was with her tongue, she noted the tooth was shattered, jagged edges meeting her tongue, and the pain immeasurable. She used the call system to get her secretary to come in before spitting the food in her mouth into a tissue, parts of her tooth, notably discoloured, mixed in with the semi-chewed bread.

“Ms Hughes?”

Her jaw hurt, her tooth hurt, and all she wanted to do was cry with the odd sensation shooting through her jaw. “I need…” She winced, moving her jaw was painful. “I need to cancel my meetings, call Tom and tell him that I need him here as soon as he is available.”

Her secretary frowned. Tom’s number wasn’t even on the system even though he was Danielle’s next of kin, she did not want anyone who should not be able to access it to get it. “I...what shall I tell him is the matter?”

“I need him to drive me to the dentist. I…” She winced again as the pain continued. “Just tell him I have a slight emergency.” She kept her teeth clenched together, but her facial muscle movements still caused the nerve to move and cause pain, though thankfully, not as much.

As it stood, Tom promised he was on his way, he was on a walk with the dogs so he would have to turn around and drop them home, change and rush to get her, the issue was that the meetings could not be delayed and they needed her input, leaving Danielle to listen for the most part to what was being said without saying much back. She had her secretary ring her dentist, who told her to come in as soon as possible and that she could take paracetamol to assist her with her pain until she arrived, meaning that during the meeting, Rebecca came into the room, handed Danielle the painkillers and some water and walked out again.

“With regards the London office…” Lucas continued, having been warned that Danielle would be quite quiet through the meeting. “It is coming to our attention that Brexit is not going well.”

“That would be an understatement.” Danielle scoffed out. “It’s not until March, hopefully not ever, so I am not worried yet.”

“But regarding it, we are going to have to discuss a European office within the EU and Ireland because of its Arts laws and allowances, not to mention taxes, is a safe bet.”

“And the British office?”

“A downsizing perhaps, if this continues, we cannot invest too much in a place where the economy will be unstable.”

Danielle inhaled deeply and nodded, it was an issue for many businesses regarding the madness Britain was now in, but she was not in the mood to discuss it even if she wasn’t in utter agony with her tooth. “We will know more as time draws near, make the plans. We are a safety firm, we prepare for every eventuality, this is no different.” She declared. The rest of those involved in the call nodded in agreement. When her door opened again, she was relieved to see Tom looking at her. “If you gentlemen would be so kind, my mouth is in agony and I have an appointment with a dentist. Anything that needs my signature, fax on and I will have it back to you by close of business in LA this evening.”

“If that’s a root canal, I doubt it,” Lucas commented. “Take a day or two if you need it.”

“You will have it tonight,” Danielle repeated before getting to her feet and clicking off the conference call. “Sorry…”

“Don’t be, what happened?” Tom helped her collect up her belongings she would need for the evening.

“Eating lunch and it just broke apart, my tooth just shattered, it was a fucking chicken tikka sandwich.”

Tom’s eyes widened before he put his arm around her. “Have you called the dentist?”

“They said rush in, I will have to wait for a gap in consults though.”

“Then we wait.”

An hour later, Danielle had an x-ray down and a diagnosis, not that there needed to be too much of one done with the tooth in the condition it was. As Lucas has guessed, a root canal was required. Luckily for Danielle, the dentist had the ability to do it that day, so she spent a further two hours of her day being “abused” she later jested, by a man she was certain had sadistic tendencies, since no right minded person would surely take pleasure in a career that included what dentistry involved otherwise.

Tom was told she would be ready by close of business and that it would probably be better for him to do something more interesting whilst he waited but he did not leave for more than a few minutes to get himself a tea and a small snack before returning.

When Danielle walked out to the reception, she seemed almost shaken. Tom rushed over to her and realised she was fine mentally but her body seemed traumatised more than she was and did not seem to know how to cope with what had just occurred.

She was under strict instructions for food and drinks for the next few days and simply said and did little for the evening.

Tom felt terrible for her, seeing that she was miserable in her current state but watched in shock as she did everything she swore she would and faxed on the signed paperwork as well as a few notes she had wanted to raise in the meeting but had not the want to say because of the pain she was in before sitting down to tepid soup, so not to hurt the area. “We’ll just sit and watch some telly.” He stated after they ate, noting how both Bobby and Mac were curious as to what was afoot, both checking on Danielle constantly, clearly knowing something was wrong. Danielle said nothing in response, her face still feeling the effects of the treatment. “I’m sorry, Darling.”

“Ben...Sophie?” She forced out, hoping not to drool as a result.

“Rearranged already for a fortnight’s time,” Tom informed her. “They understand completely and wish you a speedy recovery.”

Danielle nodded in relief, elated that she would not be forced to host their friends the next night, if there was one thing she could not bring her self to do, it was talk and discuss the wedding when all she wanted was to scream with the odd sensation filling her face.

*

“I’ll talk to you later.” Danielle leant up and kissed Tom as she put on her jacket and headed for the door.

“I will be working with the Pinter this evening, so don’t wait for dinner with me, I will get something when I get back,” Tom informed her, not knowing if he had told her that for his upcoming Pinter play, he was doing a small shoot for it that evening.

“I know, I have an easy dinner for tonight, I won’t be back until at least eight….if I’m lucky.” Danielle’s face showed her thoughts on the likelihood of that happening. “At least I am only working in the city.”

“That makes two of us.” Tom leant down and kissed her again. “Be safe.”

“I will if you will.”

He chucked. “Deal.”

*

“We need to get those wires for the lights sorted, immediately before the client comes,” Danielle ordered looking at the ceiling of the structure she was in. “And we need to make sure every one of the puddles of water are not a slip risk.”

“Puddles?” The set hand looked at her.

“If the company cannot use their actor because of a broken leg from slipping in a puddle, you’ll know about it,” She commented. “Plus, we need to have wires out and I don’t think anyone plans on getting barbequed here this evening.” She walked off and spoke to the man in charge. “We will be ready in about forty minutes.”

“Thank you, Ms Hughes. I appreciate you giving your time like this. I know we are not the sort of work you usually get and this is not your usual fee.”

“I am more than happy to assist, all things considered,” She smiled, zipping her jacket up more, the cold of the evening seeping into her in the November air.

*

Tom shuddered slightly as he got out of the car and walked to the small tunnel that the Betrayal shot was being taken in.

It was a simple little shoot. Just walk forward, pretend to have his heart broken, portray his heartache and go home to his beloved fiance and learn the lines for the show. An easy evening, all things considered.

He walked over to the director. “Jamie.”

The director smiled at realising who was speaking to him. “Tom, thank you for coming. We can get this done in about twenty minutes. Well, that’s the plan anyway. We just need to get the safety go-ahead and we are sorted. That has been the biggest part of this, bloody insurance claim culture, we are shooting for twenty minutes but we have been securing the area with three hours. How do people deal with using this normally?”

“No problem, yes, I know. My fiance is in that field, she says the same.” He nodded.

“Pity you couldn’t have asked her to just sign off on this and we get sorted quickly.”

Tom shook his head. “She is too meticulous. She is like a celebrity that is signed to an autograph company. You only get her signature on something if it is fully above board. It would be easier to get Her Majesty’s signature on something than Danielle’s.”

“Sounds like a Ball-Buster.”

“Professional is more accurate.” Tom corrected. “What do you need of me?”

“Have Bea sort your make-up, we just need you looking worn and hurt. I will check how much longer we’ll be waiting to start filming here.”

Tom nodded and did as he was told. He watched curiously at everyone rushing around to sort the area for shooting, specifically to where Jamie was speaking to a woman, going by her height who he was envious of with her clearly warm jacket with something he could not see properly written on it due to how she was standing and the lighting. When she nodded, Jamie clearly was relieved to get the go-ahead before rushing over to Tom, instructing him in what was needed.

Tom did exactly as instructed, he visualised as he was taught to, specifically thinking of if it was Danielle he saw, giving the heartache and anguish he wanted to portray in the character. What startled him for a moment, causing his eyes to widen slightly, was behind the camera, standing close to Jamie, smiling at him with a heavy jacket on with the name of a company he saw daily and a large “DH” on it, was Danielle. He was startled to see her there but continued his work. When the call came to cut, Jamie was pleased with his work and he ordered they tidy up and go home to their families. As soon as he was allowed to leave his mark, Tom walked over to a smirking Danielle. “Surprise. You were incredible.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Working.”

“Work...you are working on this?”

“I got a list of the prospective jobs for the company for the month and on it was this, so I told them I would do it for a flat rate as I knew a cast member.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to surprise you.” She smirked. “It’s weird to think we’ve technically worked together now, even if one of us never knew that we had before we finished the job.”

Tom gave a small laugh. “I don’t recall this jacket.”

“It’s a work one, I tend to keep it in my office so I don’t freeze or drown on set.”

“It looks really warm.”

Danielle laughed at the blatant envy in his face as he looked at the waterproof and insulated jacket. “It is, and it is downpour proof. I wore this to the Brannagh set and my clothes underneath were dry.”

“Now, you’re just bragging.” Tom gave her a genuine smile. “But I am so glad you were here.”

With a small smile, Danielle leant up and kissed him. “I am so happy I am too. You were incredible, this will be an incredible piece.”

“You are coming to it, I hope? I may be able to get you a ticket or two.”

“I already have three tickets.” Tom frowned at her. “Once to go with your Mam and Emma. One to go with your Dad and Sarah, and finally, opening night, by myself.”

“Alone?”

“I could only get one for that night, and like Hell am I missing it.”

Filled with pride at how Danielle wanted to be there for him, Tom beamed more as they walked to collect her things and head home.

[lozthekingdomofmandacaru]

(Chapter 9) Family Reunion

Words: 934 Date: 29/04/18 (21:58) Last Chapter: The Catacombs Next Chapter: A Hero to Return Music: Kevin MacLeod ~ DarxieLand

"Oh, so this is the Link you've been talking about last week! He is as handsome one would expect a legendary hero to be!"

Alua's great grandmother was holding his face in her ghostly hands, and while they were cold enough to make him shiver, Link was glad they were cooling down his burning cheeks. Sadly, the sly smirk on the woman's face has frustrating any chances he had of losing his blush.

"Vó, pelo amor da Deusa!", Alua chided, still blushing, "Você está deixando ele desconfortável!"

"Ah, mas ele parecia bem confortável alguns minutos atrás..."

He didn't understand a word of what they said, but he could guess it was embarrassing, for the ghost holding his face wiggled her brows to her granddaughter suggestively. Great, his ears were burning more than Death's Mountain fire.

"Vó!"

"Tá bom, tá bom!", finally releasing the hero's face and taking a few steps back, she smiled gently at him, "I'm Assumpta, the two men are Armelindo and Salvatore. It's nice to meet you, Link."

Link nodded to the two men standing next to Alua, finally taking time to look that the three ghosts. One man was short and pudgy, with big blue eyes and a big mustache that did little to his the even bigger smile. He had a golden crown with red jewels on top of a thick mop of dark hair and was dressed in a red button up shirt, with a white cravat around his neck, dark blue pants and black shoes. The other man was dressed in similar fashion, green instead of red, and his mustache seemed less bushy, more tamed. He was tall and a lot skinnier, the smile just was gentle and eyes just as blue.

Brothers, probably.

Lastly, the blonde took in the older woman appearance. She was taller than the man in red and shorter than the man in green. The crown on her head was silver with blue jewels, her short blond hair and bright green eyes made Link think about Zelda. Her dress was something his sister would never wear, very poofy, very pink and definitely very hard to run with. Luckily ghosts had no need to actually use their legs.

"It's a pleasure, boy. I'm Salvatore.", the man in green said softly, "That's my brother, Armelindo, he's not much of a talker, but he's happy to meet you too.", Armelindo waved a hand. Link waved back.

"Oh, Link is not much of a talker too.", the girl in the dark blue dress assured.

"It's always the silent ones, eh? They're so charming!", Assumpta gushed while hugging Amerlindo tightly. The man was probably thanking their goddess for being a ghost and not needing to breathe, "Segura esse aí, viu? He's a real catch!", she winked, making the young hero and lady blush once more.

"Vó Sumpta!", the white haired girl whined.

"That's enough, cunhada. I don't think it's healthy for them to blush this much."

"You're no fun, Salvatore."

"Don't let Dorcelina hear you say that."

"Tá vendo? Você junta sua irmã com o amor da vida dela é assim que agradecem! Ameaça após ameaça! Ingratidão é fogo mesmo! Depois de tudo que eu fiz pra você, cunhado!"

"Vó, menos."

Link felt very awkward watching the strange family reunion. Almost enough to be very close of forgetting what they were in the catacombs for. Almost. As much as he found the interactions between them amusing, and Assumpta's dramatics, contrasting with Armelindo's calmness, quite hilarious, he was needed in another place. His kingdom. Hyrule. Home. So he silently walked towards Alua and ghosted his fingers over her hand, just like before, hoping her weird ability to know what he was thinking would let her see his anguish and put them back on track. Apparently her "Link senses" were on point, for she immediately turned to him and smiled reassuringly.

"Let's go, yes?", he nodded, "Vó Sumpta, vô Melindo, vô Totó, we need to go now, Link needs to go back to Hyrule."

"There's a shorter way to get to the next level..."

"I know, vô Totó, but I think one encounter with the Masked Fools is enough for Link.", the mere mention of going back to the dungeon infested with the masked monsters was enough to send shivers down said hero's spine.

Never again.

"Very well, we'll let you two continue your journey. Please, be safe."

"And please kiss already, all that tension is not good for young people."

"Vó Sumpta!"

Laughing, the three ghosts suddenly vanished, without leaving proof of ever being there. The boy in green would be lying if he said he didn't want to do it as well. Suddenly, the idea of being grabbed by a Wall Master and thrown back at the beginning of the dungeon was very charming.

"I'm sorry about that, Link.", he shook his head, it was alright.

Seeing a family together bantering and having fun was always heartwarming. His only question was...

"I'm not exactly a princess, thou I do have royal blood."

Link watched her turn, giving him her back and walking deeper into the catacombs. This was clearly a subject Alua didn't like to discuss. It was fine, Link wouldn't pry, and he had some things he wanted to keep untouched for the rest of his life. He walked a little faster to catch up with the lady, hearing a tired sigh come out her pretty lips. She was holding her left arm with her right hand, a gesture he was starting to recognize as a symbol of nervousness.

"I am the bastard daughter of the king."

I’ll translate later.