#valerie 01

[upwards-descent]

Pretty please reblog to enhance sample size ❤️

[elderberries-and-honey]

The rain had come down gradually at first but in due time, it grew into a full blown storm. Strong gusts of wind whipped the branches of trees in wild directions. Water droplets beat down rapidly against the pavement.

However, the small gathering had been so lost in conversation, shielded from the raging storm by the safety inside, that they only took notice once a loud crack of thunder crashed over their heads.

"Bullocks!" Winifred huffed, jumping in her chair at the sound, which caused bouts of laughter from everyone round the table. "It sounds like it's really coming down out there."

"You better go on and check on the sheep, Jackson. Sometimes they don't always know how to seek shelter." Beth warned.

"What in God's name are ye talkin' about? They be knowin' to 'ide from the rain!" Valerie insisted.

It wasn't a substantial heated argument between the two but nevertheless, Jackson heeded Beth's advice and went out to check in on the sheep. Leaving Winifred and Lawrence to listen to the old birds quarrel.

When Jackson returned, both Valerie and Beth were waiting at the door to find out which one of them had been right. Much to Valerie's disappointment, he informed them that, no, the sheep had not been safely inside their pen.

"I told ya, didn't I?" Beth chirped. To which, once again, Valerie had a counter. The two went off into another spat - talking over each other every other word.

Lawrence looked on with an expression of amusement, trying to keep himself from laughing each time they insisted the other was 'a loon' or called the other 'an old bat'.

Jackson eventually dismissed himself from the ladies and went over to join the couple at the table instead. "Them two will go at it all night," he sighed, gesturing in their direction. "But the storm is quite bad. I think it'd be best if yous stayed here for the evening."

Winifred sighed a little dramatically. "That's very kind of you, Mr. McAdams but we haven't the money to be able to afford the night here. I think we can manage our way home..." She trailed off, glancing up at him.

Before Lawrence could even get a word out, Mr. McAdams was insisting they stay free of charge and wouldn't allow them to say no.

And with that, it was decided. They would stay the night at the inn.

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[valeriele3]

Just finished reading Migi & Dali and damn do I want to read more of it but at the same time content with how it ended

Certain scenes gave me a lotttt of second-hand embarrassment but it was worth the read

A perfect mix of wholesomeness, dark and creepy themes

[itsjust-aiden]

CLOSED STARTER for @valeriegoldstein where: coral coast / block & bash music festival

The music festival scene isn't really Aiden's vibe, and it took a good twist of his arm to get him there. He would say so at least, if not for the fact Aiden is sometimes easily convinced with a simple invitation from the right person.

However, it is easy to get split up. Something he should have considered once it became known that cell service is pretty shoddy - it makes sense when the mass crowd is taken into account, and all his text bubbles have turned green (what is this, a fucking Android?), and he not buzzed enough to tolerate this alone. So, Aiden precariously balances his cokctail and pushes through the crowd as the recent set concludes, people flooding out to another stage or the food booths or wherever their next destination is in mind, trying to find a spot where he isn't bumping shoulders with others.

It is then as he peers under the dining tent where picnic tables are scattered, filled with other festival patrons or trash some people couldn't be bothered to throw away properly, Aiden recognizes Valerie. Or so he hopes because he sneaks up from behind, plucking an ice cube from his half-consumed drink so that when he is close enough, he can press it to the nape of her neck.

"What - too busy having fun to answer any of my texts?" Aiden prods, dropping the offending ice cube and leaning forward enough to be eye level with her. "Or is the service so shit you haven't gotten any of them? I might accept that excuse - I'm feeling pretty generous today."

[kashisun]

Valerie from A-Z Lookbook

01. *Overalls | Shoes | Necklace | Headphones |

02. Top | *Pants | Sandals | Acc bag

03. Top | Skirt | Tights | Shoes | Necklace | Earrings

04. Tank | Shorts | Shoes | Socks | Acc Headphones

05. Top | Underwear

06. Top | Pants | Shoes | Acc bag

07. *Swimsuit | Sandals

08. Dress | *Sandals | Hat | Earrings

09. Jacket | Pants | Shoes | Scarf

*locked but on dhm so

[noelle-sims]

Val & Vienna !

my little angel babies are finally aged up! I'm so excited to finally get to start Vienna's storyline :D

Valerie (they/she) & Vienna (she/her) are the second set of twins in my fourth generation. Val is a gaming and fashion influencer, and Vienna (gen 5 heir) is a ballet dancer-in-training and is studying hard to get into U-Brite after graduation :) They are both super bubbly, sociable sims who love spending time with their siblings and each other.

hair / lip gloss / nails 01. co-ord / waist chain / legwarmers / shoes 02. dress / shoes 03. top / shorts / shoes 04. top / shorts 05. sunglasses / necklace / dress / shoes 06. necklace / headphones / top / waist chain / shorts / shoes 07. top / bag / pants / shoes hair 1 / hair 2 / glasses / lip gloss / necklace / nails 01. top / bag / skirt / socks / shoes 02. dress / shoes 03. workout set / shoes 04. top / pants 05. dress / shoes 06. dress / socks / shoes 07. dress / tights / socks / shoes

WCIF Friendly!

ty to the cc creators! @sentate @simstrouble @trillyke @jius-sims @arethabee @daylifesims @joliebean @its-adrienpastel @remussirion

[lustbitten]

even though ezra's talking to her, she wasn't paying attention to him aside from the fact that he was standing near her, the sounds of arthur sliding in and out of her making her head spin as she slips, but as she does, the two mens grip on her holds her up. humming contentedly as he rubs her drool over her face, she leaves her tongue out as they move her around, the only disappointment coming from the way that arthur slides out of her, leaving her cunt aching and waiting for him to continue using her. valerie shakes her head, "don't need more money, just want more cock..." is all she can manage before she's pouting at the two of them, but before she realizes it, she's on her back. helpfully, she scoots until she's in the perfect position for both of them, her legs open for arthur, revealing her glistening puffy pussy, the skin starting to turn red from how much she'd been fucked already and on the other side, her mouth wide open, tongue sticking out as she waits for ezra to fill her face with his thick cock.

even though ezra's question was aimed at her and her head shook back and forth as if saying no, he doesn't think valerie's really taking much in and wouldn't swear that she knows what they're talking about. "arthur here has a high opinion of your services, and i was thinking about sharing them with some more people, so he thinks that means you need more money from it." is it veering towards prostitution if he let certain customers fuck valerie? maybe, but there's a reason it's only for certain customers and ezra doesn't go into detail about it as valerie gags, body help up by arthur's grip on her. "easy, you're okay," arthur murmurs as ezra pulls his fingers out of valerie's mouth and wipes them on her face, smearing her drool across her skin. "i think you hit a good spot, arthur…. maybe i should take her mouth. flip her over for me." without question, arthur slowly pulls out of valerie, his cock bobbing hard and red, wet with the mixture of her juices and jack's cum, a mess that leaks out of valerie's sopping cunt with his cock to hold it in. easily he takes hold of valerie's slight frame and turns her over, ezra helping to grab her until she's spread out on her back, her head hanging off one edge and her legs over the other as arthur slides back inside of her.

[ofmdrecaps]

10/02-03/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Kristian Nairn; Rachel House; Vico Ortiz; Anapela Polatavaio & David Fane; Lindsey Cantrell; Dominic Burgess; OFMD Rewind/Lube As a Crew; Fan Spotlight: Never Left Podcast; Gay Pirate News Hour; Love Notes;

Hey crew! It's gonna be another day of catching up because wow- lots happened, and lots of life has happened to! Will do my best to get 10/04 up with catch up stuff as well tonight!

== David Jenkins ==

David is promoting Kristian's book! Simone is helping!

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== Rhys Darby ==

Although these are from last year, they were just posted by Gabe Ross, so here they are!

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More pics to come from the Largo Los Angeles "Rhys Darby Saying Funny Things Society" show that happened on the 10/01! You can actually see some extra stuff from the show on Rhys' Substack!

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== Taika Waititi ==

Wanna see a video of Taika participating in the Haka World Record? Check it out over on tiktok!

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Taika posted the new trailer for the latest season of WWDITS!

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== Kristian Nairn ==

Kristian was out at Forbidden Planet doing signings! Did you get a chance to go?

Source: Kristian Nairn's Instagram

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba is going to be joining the team of Legend of Vox Machina for season 3!

Source: Samba's Instagram Oh and remember Best Life? It won 3 Awards of Merit from the Best Shorts Competition!

Source: Valerie Chaney's Instagram

Heyy! Good news, Advanced Chemistry is coming out on 10/8 on digital!

Source: Samba's Instagram Stories

== Anapela Polataivao & David Fane ==

Anapela's new movie Tina premiered in Hawai'i on 10/03/2024! Lots of pics of the cast at the premier!

Source: Tina The Film Instagram / David Fane's Instagram Stories

== Vico Ortiz ==

Vico participated in the ActNOW's September Scene Study class (Justice for my Sister Fellowship) and helped the next generation of folks learn about "inclusive and trauma informed filmmaking for radical, authentic storytelling"!

Source: Instagram

Vico's voiced a new Audio book thats available now! Jasmine is Haunted is available at your local library and anywhere Audiobooks are sold!

"Jasmine Garza has a problem... and it’s not just the ghost that’s been haunting her for years! 👻 Perfect for any young listener who loves Ghostbusters, this queer, #LatinX paranormal fantasy is a fun and thrilling ghost hunting adventure perfect for spooky season. Available now everywhere #audiobooks are sold and at your local library with @hoopla.digital and @libbyapp! ✨🎧"

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== Dominic Burgess ==

Dominic knows all too well how to get my attention. More Cat content.

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== Rachel House ==

Rachel's film Te Maunga (The Mountain) was awarded the CIFEJ Award at the Schlingel Film Festival! Oh - and Correction, The Mountain movie was available 10/02/24 on digital in AoNZ and AUS. It's not available yet int the US. Sorry about the confusion!

Source: Rachel's Instagram

Another shot of Rachel at Tiff!

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== Lindsey Cantrell ==

Our dear Set Designer Linds Cantrell shared some shots of a bakery in Auckland. Now-- is she clearing out her phone, or is there more to it? You decide :)

Source: Linds Cantrell Instagram

== OFMD Rewind ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew and @astroglideofficial kept the OFMD Rewind Watch Party going on the 3rd, and got it trending! Wanna see the tweet thread and have access to twitter? Visit them here! If you don't have access to twitter and want to see it, visit the Renewal Repo!

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== Fan Spotlight ==

= Never Left Podcast =

Some fun news from the Never Left Podcast team! They interviewed Etana Jacobson & Alec Moore, Director & Writer of Advanced Chemistry! Keep an eye out for it on October 8th!

Source: Never Left Podcast Instagram

= Gay Pirate News Hour =

Another episode of Gay Pirate News Hour is back Oct 5, 2024 1pm Pacific, 4PM Eastern on Youtube! Hosted by Our Flag Means Fanfiction, and joining are @ringasunn and IreneAdler. So excited for the next episode! (One of these days my life will calm down and I might get to join them). Check it out on OFMFF Youtube!

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== Love Notes ==

Happy Friday Lovelies! I realize this recap is for weds and thursday but I'm gonna roll with it! I hope the rest of the week was kinder to you than the previous parts of the week. Please know we're thinking of you crew, it's okay if you're keeping low on the radar of fandom at the moment. It's also great if you're out honking your nose off! Whatever you're doing is what you need to do, and don't let anyone tell you any different. I know sometimes it seems like things just keep getting worse, lovelies, the world is a chaotic place, and it's okay to sit with your feelings and feel that. Just remember you're loved and it can and will get better one day. There will always be high points and low points in this life, that's just how it goes, but how you cope with those points changes for the better each and every time they pass. Remember you are wonderful, and you are strong, and you're gonna get through whatever you're dealing with, okay? Sending love and hugs, and all the good vibes into your weekend <3

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[upwards-descent]

I thought it'd be fun to do the opposite of my usual and turn existing OCs into Pokemon gijinkas so here's Porygon2 Valerie!

[elderberries-and-honey]

The old inn was built in 1400, used to house weary travelers. Back then, it was quite the establishment, and many people sought the inn for refuge but now, the business had died down quite a bit. That was alright by the current owners - a pair of siblings named Jackson and Valerie McAdams.

Lawrence himself was a frequent customer of the McAdam's family; his late mother being best friends with Miss McAdams. When the crops failed, his mother would often pick up shifts here and there to provide extra money for their household. Lucky for Lawrence, both McAdam's were there tonight, which is exactly what he'd been hoping for.

"Is that? Blimey, it 'tis!" Valerie said from her chair as Lawrence walked through the door. Her smile sprawled ear to ear, a little tipsy already upon their arrival. "Oh, my dear Lawrence! We 'aven't seen your face around here in ages!" She cooed.

Lawrence chuckled, knowing it had only been a few weeks. "I was busy, you know, getting the soil ready for winter…getting married." He announced proudly, wrapping an arm around Winifred. "Winifred, this is Valerie, that there is her brother Jackson, they own the inn and were dear friends of my Mum. And Valerie, this is Mrs. Baudelaire, my wife."

"Well now, you certainly are pretty my dear, perfect for our handsome Lawrence. Shame on 'im keeping you locked up in that house with all them chickens. Come, come! Have a drink!"

"Oh," Winifred whispered, a little taken aback by Valerie's forwardness but showing no sign of protest. Just another thing of note that was so different from her home in London where small talk wasn't all that usual. Typically, you put your head down and kept to yourself.

As the night pushed forward, Winifred slowly began to warm up. Much thanks to the seemingly never-ending supply of alcohol.

Once the other patrons had left, the bartender, who's name was Beth, came over to introduce herself as well. Winifred took a liking to her almost straight away. She was a little quieter than Valerie but seemed equally as interested to know more about her life before coming to Wales. All of them though, the McAdams' and Beth, were exceptionally welcoming to her.

As the ladies continued talking, she learned that Beth had married but was now a widow with no children, and Valerie had never been married and in her old age didn't think she ever would.

Truthfully, Winifred felt a little heartbroken learning their stories. Sad for Valerie that she didn't think it was worth it to fall in love after she 'aged out' of being a suitable wife and sad for Beth that she had found true love but had lost it. She couldn't help but to wonder which was worse.

The evening continued on with a small toast for the newlyweds, amiable chatter and much laughter. It had been such a pleasant night - a sense of community harboring there amongst them, a warmth that was likely aided but not demanded by the alcohol.

The night slipped by them all blissfully unaware of the storm that had been rolling in over head.

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[izadorable]

"It's best to let loose and just have fun. No expectations. Before you know it the right guy will catch your eye and you'll catch his." Isadora wasn't a romantic, but she did believe there was someone ( or multiple someones ) out there for everyone. The best things in life come when a person least expects it. When it happens it'll happen. In the meantime: look hot, have fun, and party. "Why don't you tell me what you're hoping for. How will a boyfriend help?" Isa asked as she took the other blonde's hand and led her out to the dance floor. As the music pumped through the small crowd, she began moving her body to the sound, leaving enough space and energy for conversation.

Valerie offered the girl a quick smile before knocking back the shot. The other girl had an energy that Valerie could easily see pulling other people in. She was magnetic. A complete stranger, yet Valerie wasn't ready to pick up her things and simply walk away. Maybe it was her frustration with her no-show of a date. Maybe it was her innate desire to change something about how she went about her life. Or maybe it was something else entirely. "Okay, fine. I'm hot," she laughed. The bartender passed the next round of shots down the bar. "Probably. I haven't found a decent guy to date in like, forever. At this point I feel like it's a waste of time to even try." She picked up the second shot, contemplating Isadora's offer. "Yeah, sure, why not? I'll, uh... follow your lead."

[lostoneshq]

Notas OOC antes da leitura:

Vocês ainda podem e devem jogar na parte 1 do evento.

O evento encerra, oficialmente, na próxima Segunda, dia 01/07, às 23h59. Usem os próximos dias para continuarem as suas interações e/ou abordarem o que aconteceu no plot drop em interações novas.

Após o encerramento do evento, nós teremos um drop final (a parte 3 e final) onde inseriremos o RP em sua próxima fase, onde o véu entre o presente e o futuro começará a cair oficialmente. Mais detalhes sobre como será essa nova etapa virão na Segunda que vem, com a narração de encerramento do evento e tudo o que vocês precisam saber sobre o pós desse show de horrores da parte 2. Por enquanto, só joguem dentro dela! Tem bastante para digerir e será útil no futuro.

Qualquer dúvida, perguntem na inbox! Mas como sabem, o divertido é ter mistério, então algumas coisas não serão respondidas propositalmente ;)

As tags permanecem as mesmas.

Espero que gostem! Estarei aceitando sugestões para o FC do NPC Jacob Killingham.

NOITE DE DESPEDIDA: O FIM DO COMEÇO.

capítulo 2, parte 2.

Jacob Killingham.

O nome ecoou através da quinta festa — que não era nada surpreendente comparada às outras. Acontecia no mesmo jardim mágico onde o anúncio da despedida fora dado, no coração do Reino dos Perdidos: o Palácio da Magia. A decoração era um tanto da mesma, com a flora fluorescendo sob a forte luz do luar: o único luar daquela noite agora que as luas se encontravam para beijarem uma a face da outra em um rito de pura magia e simbolismo. Ah, verdade seja dita… Não precisavam de uma quinta festa esbanjadora quando o luar, sozinho, era um evento. Ele enchia o céu do mais puro tom de prata e centenas de estrelas dançavam em sua órbita, venerando-o. Jacob Killingham poderia ter se perdido naquela visão se o seu nome não tivesse sido chamado uma segunda vez, ancorando-o de volta à realidade. 

Ao seu lado, alguém o cutucou: “é você, cara!” e Jacob sorriu um pouco sem jeito. Todos o olhavam agora, afinal, havia uma espada brilhante em cima de sua cabeça. 

Uma espada de verdade, com a lâmina apontada em direção ao seu crânio. Completamente normal… 

Isso sem falar na ironia de toda a situação. Jacob Killingham era também conhecido como o Novo Rei Legítimo, ou seja, o cara que supostamente seria escolhido pela Excalibur para destronar Arthur na nova versão da história do Rei Legítimo.  

E ali estava ele, sendo escolhido pela Excalibur. 

“Jacob Killingham.” Merlin repetiu o chamado. Talvez estivesse ficando impaciente… Talvez tivesse sido melhor ignorar os desejos da Excalibur e escolher alguém como Valerie Williams, Damla Ataman ou Loren Hawkins que não hesitariam em voltar para casa. Mas Jacob tinha se voluntariado como eles, não tinha? “A Excalibur fez a sua escolha. Por favor, venha até nós.” 

Jacob secou as palmas nas laterais da calça de alfaiataria e percorreu o trajeto até o gazebo onde os grandes nomes da Academia da Magia, o Rei, a Rainha e o braço direito deles, Lancelot, esperavam por ele. 

“Legítima Majestade…” Ajoelhou-se diante de Arthur. Seu pouco tempo no Reino dos Perdidos havia lhe ensinado que você não queria o Rei Legítimo como o seu inimigo. Você não queria, nem por um segundo, demonstrar que duvidava de seu poder ou, no caso de Jacob, demonstrar-se satisfeito com a ideia de roubá-lo de seu posto. Independente de renome e status em seus próprios reinos, todos ali temiam Arthur. Talvez muito mais do que temiam Merlin. “O senhor poderia…” Ainda de cabeça baixa, gesticulou brevemente na direção da Excalibur, a espada que só poderia ser manejada pelo Rei Legítimo — pois qualquer mão que a tocasse, não sendo a mão de Arthur, queimaria e cairia. 

Tire essa coisa daqui!, era o que queria dizer. 

Arthur soltou uma risada humorada. Divertia-se com a subordinação, e especialmente naquela noite a submissão de seu suposto usurpador o regozijava. Aproximou-se, puxando a Excalibur de volta, e inclinou o tronco para ficar à altura de Jacob. “Você é fraco, garoto… Nunca poderia ser o Rei Legítimo.” Sussurrou para ele antes de se afastar com um sorriso traiçoeiro.

Eu nem queria ser, Jacob quis responder, mas não o fez. Muito provavelmente aqueles eram os seus últimos minutos ali, e ainda assim, ele temia fazer de Arthur um inimigo maior do que ele já era. 

“Levante-se, garoto.” Merlin pediu e Jacob prontamente obedeceu, voltando-se para a multidão que os assistia do jardim. O grande mago abriu os braços e curvou os lábios em um sorriso. “Que a cerimônia comece!”

(...)

Você está na platéia, esperando o momento em que Jacob Killingham atravessará um portal mágico ou o que quer que seja que a Academia preparou para a passagem. Ao seu lado, um perdido reclama sobre não ter sido escolhido — deixou coisas importantes para trás, em seu mundo — e um pouco atrás de onde se encontra, você consegue escutar Simba conversar com Flynn algo sobre precisarem se preparar para o pior cenário com a Defesa. Pessimistas ou simplesmente conformados?

“Que a cerimônia comece!” Merlin enuncia animadamente.

Essas são as últimas palavras que você escuta antes de sentir o tempo parar, e com ele, tudo ao seu redor congelar. Os seus músculos estão paralisados; você até tenta mexer os seus dedos primeiro e o seu braço depois, mas não consegue. O seu peito ainda sobe e desce, sua cabeça ainda vira de um lado para o outro, mas todo o resto… Congelado.

Você não é o único — nem mesmo Merlin consegue se mexer, embora seja nítido que ele faz esforços. 

“Quem é você?” O grande mago grita. Você olha de um lado para o outro, buscando por algo ou alguém para quem Merlin possa estar perguntando aquilo. “O que você quer?!”

Finalmente, uma risada eclode no ar. De cima do palco, Jacob Killingham ri, torcendo o pescoço de um lado para o outro como se acordasse de um transe. Ele dá uma volta, alongando os braços e as pernas. 

É nítido que aquele não é Jacob. Não é sua voz, não é o seu jeito de andar ou de falar, e os seus olhos, a única parte que ainda se parece com Jacob em seu próprio corpo, estão vidrados. 

“Finalmente! Uau, vocês sabem como dar uma festa!” Jacob—não, Aquilo fala, batendo palmas. “Ah, Merlin, quem eu sou? E eu achava que você poderia ser mais inteligente… Pelo menos como era antigamente. Mas faz tanto tempo, não é? Você deve estar cansado de ser tão poderoso! É por isso que só pensa em dar festas e criar namorados para você.” Ele dá um oizinho para o Feiticeiro. “Não estou reclamando, certo? Eu adorei as festas! Como eu disse, vocês todos sabem como dar uma festa muito mais do que sabem resolver os seus problemas mágicos.” 

“Pare…” Merlin começa a falar, mas “Jacob” menea a mão no ar e o mago é silenciado, assim como qualquer um que tenta levantar a voz depois dele. 

“Nananinanão. É a minha vez de falar.” Ele dá um tapinha “amigável” na bochecha de Merlin antes de se virar na direção da platéia. “Legal, né? Aposto que vocês passaram todo esse tempo pensando: oh, Merlin! Todo poderoso! Um deus na terra! 

Há!

Ele não sabe o que faz! Ele não sabe nada! Todo esse papo de equilíbrio, de diferentes magias… Uma grande merda que não significa nada!

Vejam bem, pela primeira vez, alguém está tentando fazer a diferença. Alguém descobriu algo que ele esconde e fez o que precisava ser feito. 

E esse alguém sou eu.” 

Ele faz uma reverência, como se encerrasse a sua aparição em uma peça de teatro. Você ainda não consegue falar, mas não tem tempo de tentar, porque “Jacob” retoma o seu monólogo:

“Eu poderia ter feito algo para impedir toda essa celebração antes, não se enganem... Mas qual seria a graça? Quero dizer, o que eu ganharia simplesmente estalando os meus dedos e fazendo as coisas acontecerem do jeito que eu quero? É entediante, não é mesmo, Merlin?” Jacob lança uma piscadela para o citado. “Eu quero desfrutar da partida enquanto ela acontece. Quero a emoção, o horror em seus rostos enquanto o mundo que vocês conhecem entra em ruínas e uma nova era começa.”

Ao longe, você percebe Lancelot quase conseguindo quebrar o encanto da paralisia. Você tem certeza que “Jacob” quer que isso aconteça no momento em que o guarda real consegue se desprender das amarras invisíveis e avança na direção dele empunhando a sua espada. 

Parecendo entediado, Jacob suspira e gesticula com a mão no ar. Lancelot congela com a espada apontada para o perdido, mas em vez de voltar até o seu lugar e ficar parado como estava antes, ele gira a ponta da lâmina em direção ao seu próprio tronco. Os olhos do guarda esbugalham-se, suas mãos tremem ao serem animadas contra a sua vontade. Você é obrigado a assistir enquanto Lancelot, lentamente, dá um fim em sua própria vida. 

O guarda cai no chão, seu sangue escorrendo do palco em direção à grama do jardim, tingindo-a de negro sob o céu noturno. 

“Ah, não fiquem tão tristes! Ele ia morrer na nova versão.” Jacob dá de ombros, chutando o corpo inanimado de Lancelot. “É isso que eu estou falando: as coisas vão acontecer como eu quero. Só não tem graça que sejam tão…” Ele gesticula para o corpo do guarda, fazendo uma careta. “Eu teria adorado uma luta, mas eu estaria em desvantagem.” Suspira. 

Você arrisca olhar para a Rainha e o Rei. Lágrimas escorrem ininterruptamente dos olhos de Guinevere, enquanto o pescoço de Arthur parece prestes a explodir com a sua respiração pesada e as veias saltando. Morgana, um pouco distante, luta contra lágrimas.

“Meus pêsames.” Jacob debocha do casal real antes de se voltar para a multidão tão horrorizada quanto cada um naquele palco.  “Onde eu estava mesmo… Ah, Na verdade, vamos deixar para outro dia! Acho que já falei demais por hoje! E tudo o que eu queria fazer era interromper a festa...” Balança a cabeça. “Mas, antes de me despedir, eu gostaria de dar um presente para vocês! 

Amanhã, quando vocês acordarem, não se lembrarão do que acabou de aconteceu. Muito traumatizante, né? Eu sei, eu sei. Não era minha intenção que as coisas ficassem tããão pesadas, mas eu acabo perdendo o controle às vezes. É o meu temperamento…

Então, amanhã, eu darei a vocês uma nova versão do que aconteceu essa noite. Vocês se lembrarão, é claro, que o grande Merlin e sua Academia falharam de novo… Vocês saberão que o nosso corajoso e cavalheiro Lancelot morreu dando a sua vida por… Hum. Não sei, não pensei nisso ainda.

Vocês saberão que algo aconteceu nessa noite e, mais uma vez, se verão presos em um mundo em ruínas. Mas vocês não se lembrarão de mim. Pelo menos não agora, pois a hora não chegou ainda.”

Cada palavra de Jacob soa ensaiada, como se ele tivesse preparado aquele momento como um ator prepara o seu roteiro para uma peça de teatro. “Eu deixarei que se divirtam até o final do Eclipse com as lembranças do que vocês sabem agora. Será divertido assistir. Au revoir.” Ele sorri pela última vez, faz uma última reverência, e o corpo de Jacob Killingham desaparece em um piscar de olhos. 

Você consegue se mexer de novo. Você sabe que pode falar se tentar.

Mas o jardim cai em silêncio e o grito gutural da Rainha Guinevere, ajoelhada ao lado de Lancelot enquanto Rei Arthur e Morgana tentam tirá-la dali, não será esquecido por você tão cedo.

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What A Shame

01: Red

Driver! Charles Leclerc x Singer! OC (Juliette Morelli)

Exes to Lovers, Forced Proximity, Childhood Sweathearts

Summary: two once lovers see each other again after ten years. Will things go well?

Words: 2.3k

a/n: hello and welcome to my newest fic!!! I really hope everyone enjoys this story since it's the first one I write after a long time!

Every interaction is very welcomed!!!!

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Just to get some things clear:

this fic happens on 2030 and there will be some flashbacks of previous years, making Charles be 32 years old

most of the songs I'll be using or make references are from Taylor Swift, and if you want to I could post the playlist I'm listening while I write

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Maid of honor. The most important woman of the bridesmaids, the person that will be there for the bride whenever she needs her. Historically, the maid of honor was the attendant of the a queen in royal households or the most important woman of the house; she was a maiden that never have been married and a virgin. A woman that could be there for someone superior or more important for her.

When you have years of experience being the maid of honor, supporting and helping your friends on their most important day, you get used to the term. It's easy to joke and laugh about it, to ignore the ache on the chest when friends ask one more time to be their maid of honor.

"You should work as a wedding planner" the parents of the bride use to tell me, patting my back and congratulating me for my great job.

"Too bad I'm a singer, huh?" I use to answer them with a smile, hiding the pain of their words.

They never ask why I'm always the maid of honor. Why I'm always there for their daughters, making sure everything is perfect and ready for them, telling always the same line after my speech.

"With love, Juliette: always the maid of honor but never the bride" I use to say, turning off the mic and smiling at my friends, hearing laughs and people clapping, not knowing that it hurts admitting to myself that I'll never be on that spot of the table wearing a dress that makes me look like a princess.

So, when Valerie didn't ask me to be her maid of honor, it took me for surprise. Valerie was always by my side when he left me, giving me her shoulder to cry and her spare room to stay when I needed it. Valerie was like a sister for me, someone I would say yes no matter what she asked me to do.

"I know you hate it" she sighed. "I won't torture you, I know you always joke about that but deep inside you are in pain. I won't put you on that position ever again. But I want you to be there on my wedding"

How could I say no? She's my best friend and actually the first person that took that tag of the maid of honor off of me.

"I want you to be happy, Juliette" she sighed.

"You know I can't " I sighed looking at my hands. "He hurt me and there's no way I can get out of that whole"

"You can, you know you can and you will" she said sure if herself, like making a promise. "I heard Pierre will invite some of his friends, I bet you'll find someone out there"

Pierre Gasly, Valerie's boyfriend for many years and nod her fiance. He's a known racing driver for some years now, being famous and all it comes with that. The wedding will be an important event, media wants to know every small detail of it and share it to the world. Now it makes sense why Valerie didn't ask me to be the maid of honor.

But I was with her all the time, dreaming, looking at her trying all those white dresses and wishing it was me for once, trying the cakes with her on our sleepovers and wishing to have someone cutting the cake with me, looking at the pictures she sent me of the flowers and imagining myself holding them when walking to the aisle.

I wished, again, that I was the bride.

The wedding was coming, looking now at the calendar it was closer than I thought it was going to be, making me search for a dress desperately, not wanting to use of of those dresses I used as a maid of honor.

"Wear something simple" Valerie said sitting on my bed. "Maybe one of those satin dresses you like"

"But that's too simple" I frowned. "It's your wedding, Val"

"I don't care, Juliette" she said smiling, shaking her head. "Plus, you look amazing on those dresses. The red one you wore on that charity gala last month was amazing, you could wear it on the rehearsal dinner"

"But what about the actual wedding!"

Finding a dress was harder than I thought. As the maid of honor I had to wear the dress the bride wanted, but now I could choose whatever I wanted to wear.

"Hey, hey, relax. Just... Relax, okay? Just wear something you feel comfortable with" she said trying to calm me.

So yeah, I did what she asked. I bought a dress on a random shop, something I could wear with the most comfortable heels I had on the wardrobe, and put everything I needed on a suitcase.

Valerie and Pierre were going to do their wedding on a nice villa, with vineyards and all the luxury you can imagine when both of them have lots of money, and since his family is religious they will do the wedding on the cozy church of the village with a small group of close friends and family.

The dinner rehearsal will be there on the villa, making sure that the next day everything will be ready and will work smoothly.

The red dress was hanging on the door of the closet, brighter than ever. I used to like red, he made me love it. It was his dream since he was a child, watching the red cars drive under his balcony around the streets of Monaco, and imagining that once he was older he would drive one of those.

"I'll be your Michael and you'll be my Corinna!" he used to say while we sat next to each other on the floor as kids, watching the TV and how Michael Schumacher won those races with his red Ferrari.

Using red after him felt like a punishment, a self torture. How can I be so stupid? So weak to not move on and we drowned on self pity?

I took a deep breath, taking off the silk robe and getting dressed while looking at myself on the mirror.

"Come on, why can't you be with someone?" I said to the reflection of myself. "You are freaking Juliette Morelli, a well known singer! You fucked with freaking Shawn Mendes and the Sebastian Stan flirted with you! You can do better than him"

At this point I was too desperate to forget him. I needed to stop thinking about him, it happened nearly ten years ago. How can I be so stupid and still not move out?

But still... It feels like if that happened yesterday.

"I'm sorry, Juliette" he said suddenly after he sat on the couch of the livingroom. "This isn't working anymore, I need to focus on my job and you are distracting me. It was funny while it lasted. I wish your career goes good as well"

I can do better than him, a stupid driver.

When I walked out of the room, with the purse hanging on my shoulder, the hair down and the red dress hugging my body, I felt confident. I knew I can get over him.

"Wow, Juliette!" Valerie gasped when she saw me walk inside the big room with some of the important guests. "I told you that dress looked amazing on you. Red has always been your color"

"You are right" I smile, somehow sure of myself, believing my own words. "It looks better on me"

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The moment Pierre asked me to be his best man I didn't waste any second to say yes. Even if I knew that he wanted another person to be his best man, someone that is not longer with us, I said yes immediately.

"I know what you are thinking" Pierre sighed patting my back. "He'll be with me there, but I need my best friend right now and I need it that day too. Tonio would be so glad that you'll be there for me"

"I know, but..." I sighed, taking a deep breath. "I'll go, I promise you I'll be there. But right now I just realized that it's only you and I that's left from that group of innocent kids that only wanted to drive and have fun"

"Come on dude, don't talk like if Esteban is dead!" Pierre laughed. "We have arguments, we're no longer friends... but he was on the pictures too and he's still in this world"

"You idiot" I laughed rolling my eyes.

My best friend is going to get married. He's still with the girl he met when he finished high school and now they will spend the rest of their lives together, form a family.

I promised that to someone long time ago. I promised that I would be there for her and that I'll let her be there for me.

"You know, Valerie asked her to sing" Pierre sighed iling weakly at me.

"Huh? Who?" I frown, being taken out of my thoughts.

"You know who" he sighed.

"Oh... That's cool" I nodded. "Cool, cool, cool, cool... Yeah, all cool"

"When was the last time you saw her?" he sighed closing his eyes.

"You know the answer of that" I said looking down at my lap.

The last time I saw her I tried to not look at her. I walked inside her apartment and stayed there for less than five minutes, hearing her heart break and walking out of it before she talked. I had to be heartless, leave for her and my own good.

"You are so coward, dude" he sighed shaking his head in disapproval.

"I did what I had to do" I frowned looking at him. "Plus, her own career was starting to grow and I couldn't be distracted because of her"

I saw Pierre shaking his head disappointed, patting my back and walking away. I already know what he's thinking, that I shouldn't let her go.

I still remember how I felt when I walked out of her apartment, how the tears were blurrying my eyes and I had to take a deep breath and wait an hour to start driving to my own apartment. I still remember how I felt when I heard the song that made her fame grow, those three letters of the title laughing at me knowing damn well that she wrote that song pouring all her heard on it.

The next months of preparations of Pierre's wedding were intense. The season was still going on, since he planned getting married on our summer break in August, so we had to plan everything on the time we had free, making it easy for us since we spent most of the time together.

It was only the week before his wedding when her name came to my mind.

Juliette Morelli. Valerie's best friend. And my ex.

Pierre told me she was going to sing on their first dance, that she was going to be at the dinner rehearsal and that she was going to stay in the villa the whole weekend.

"You just have to not go on her way" I said talking to myself in the mirror on my own room of the villa. "Try to ignore her. Maybe after all this years she won't recognize me, right? Yeah, yeah, she won't recognize me"

I have to focus on the rehearsal. I need to work along side with Valerie's sister to coordinate everything and make sure that the flower girl is comfortable and I have to make sure that I don't lose the rings. Easy peasy.

But that focus slipped away from my mind the moment I walked inside the big room, with a small group of guests, and I saw a red dress.

But what unfocused me wasn't the dress. Was who was wearing it.

"Oh, I finally found you" Pierre said and looked at me, then who I was looking at. "And you found her"

"Does she know I'm here?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of her.

She's so much more beautiful than before. More mature. Oh God, how much I missed her laugh, how she played with her hair when she was feeling comfortable and relaxed.

"Earth to Charles" Pierre said nervous. "Come on dude, this is about to start and you are just staring to your ex. That's creepy, by the way"

"Shut up, mate!" I exclaimed, shutting him up covering his mouth with my hand. "Don't you dare to tell her I'm here. I'll make sure that she never sees me and in that way none of us will know about the other this whole weekend. Okay?"

Pierre nodded and then I let him go, looking at him carefully.

Juliette can't know that I'm here, I'm not ready to talk with her. After all those years I'm not ready to face her and even hear her voice, even if all this time I have heard her songs.

"Come on, everything is going to start" Valerie's sister came towards me, taking me out of my thoughts.

I nodded and took a deep breath, standing in my position and looking at the door, ignoring the need of searching that red dress between the people that was there. I can't look at her, I really can't.

But then I heard it. A gasp. And not of Pierre looking how Valerie walked towards him practicing how she will do it tomorrow, not the parents of the flower girl walking in with her little basket and doing like if she threw petals.

No. The person that gasped was the person I wanted to avoid. The one I hurt the most in this room. The one that right now is standing and walking out of the room, the red dress walking out of the room.

"Good job trying to avoid her, Leclerc" Pierre whispered looking back at me. "Another one of your plans working perfectly bad"

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Having her so close to him was beginning to cloud his senses. Valerie caused things in Patrick that he thought were buried long ago. Part of him hated that after all this time she could still make him feel that way while the other part of him was filled with nostalgia for all they had been and all they could have been if she didn't know. I would have gone. To this day Patrick still didn't know exactly why she had left, he had come up with thousands of theories but honestly he wanted to hear it from her. That would at least give him some peace because despite rationally knowing that he hadn't done anything wrong, Patrick kept wondering if he was the one who had pushed her away or that he had done something that had pushed her to leave.

"Thanks, it's nice to have you here, Val," he admitted giving her a sheepish smile. "Did you just come back for the funeral?" That was Patrick's subtlest way of asking if she had come back to town and he hadn't heard from her.

up and leaving was something valerie really hadnt wanted to do. she had once loved the man, still she never stopped thinking and caring for him. when she had left a part of her broke leaving him behind without telling him why she was going. though she knew he would be the man to try to solve the issue and she hadnt wanted him to get tangled up with her family drama. it was easier this way, harder for them, but easier in the long run.

however she had never really thought she would see him again. though upon hearing of his mother's passing there was no way val couldnt come back into town no matter what it meant for her. she owed it to not only patrick but his mother. she had been such a kind woman to valerie, the closest thing to feeling the love from a parent as one could get. while she was there, for the short period she was planning to stay, she knew she had to be careful. she would make her appearance to say her last words to his mother and him and be gone by that night. once she had felt his arms wrap around her it took everything in her not to crack. her emotions were all over the place but she knew she needed to stay strong, now wasnt the time for her to be upset about herself, it wasnt about her. "you dont have to thank me. really. i heard about it and.. i owed it to her. she had always been so good to be." she admitted. "and then you.. i couldnt fathom how you must have been feeling and i-" she paused and dropped her arms pulling back. if she was going to talk to sensible him she needed to do it out of his arms. taking a step back she looked at him. "and i just wanted to be here for you.."

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