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teriri-sayes · 6 months

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Reactions to the Lone Flame's Chapter 213

New title - 27. The Lone Flame in the Ice

TL;DR - Old man faints after seeing the half-blood dragon. Dragons say that mana and aura were "restricted" in this world. Raon can use mana but suffers from nosebleed, so Cale forbids using it. Some background history of the place.

Power Restrictions The old man fainted after seeing the half-blood dragon atop the castle, so Cale invited their group inside. But he had some discussions with the dragons about the use of mana here. What they learned was:

Mana was being 'restrained' in this world

Aura was also 'restrained', but not as bad as mana. CH could still use 20% of his aura.

The restriction was regardless of race, because Rosalyn could not use mana too

Mana is part of the laws of a world. So if a dragon could oppress the world, controlling its laws was also possible

Raon could use his mana, but with some exertion. But when he suffered from a nosebleed, Cale was alarmed and forbade Raon from using it without permission. And then we had this funny scene afterwards. 😂

Cale: You can use magic if Eruhaben-nim or Sheritt-nim give permission. But don't use it now. Raon: I understand! I won't do it! And I won't have a nosebleed again! I am not as feeble as you, human! Cale: *feels a bit offended, but nods* Yes, you're not as feeble as me. Raon: That's right! I am strong! I will be the strongest of all 7 year old dragons! Cale: *sees Raon's undeniably plump feet* Yes. That's right. You are right.

Of course, Cale felt troubled with the power restrictions in this world. But what puzzled me was that dragons could still use telepathy despite there being a restriction on magic? Is telepathy not magic then?

And what about his ancient powers? Can Cale use it? There was not a mention of it in today's chapter, so I guess we'll find out later.

You Know Nothing, Cale Snow We get an info dump about the place where they were in:

The old man was a village chief

They arrived at a high place near a village below

The land they were in was the northern part of the Har Kingdom

Behind the village was the Erghe Mountains, a rugged mountain range

Har used to be an empire, but became a kingdom after the last emperor died 200 years ago

The Har Empire was the last empire referred by the dead dragon Maxi in the crown lore she gave to Cale

The archduke's family fell into ruin after the archduke protected the last emperor of the Har Empire

Beyond the Erghe Mountains was the Holy Empire, the only empire in this world located in the center

The Holy Empire worships the living god, the dragon

Annually, the Holy Empire sends a punitive expedition to the Erghe Mountains

Their aim is to erase the dirty bloods living there, the beastkin who live in hiding in the Erghe Mountains

The archduke used to protect this land together with the beastkin warriors

The strongest beastkin warriors were the wolf beastkin

The archduke family were known for their blood red hair

The archduke family was called the Snow household

The archduke got the nickname "The Lone Flame Burning in the Ice" because the red-haired archduke was always surrounded by the Blue Wolf beastkin warriors (ice has a bluish tinge)

Oh yeah, I'm going to use the word "archduke" instead of "grand duke" from now on because of the majority vote on Discord.

Moving on, I thought Cale was in the world of a rofan, but he was actually in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones... 😂There's even a Snow surname here. 🤣🤣🤣 And there's a line in today's chapter where the old man thinks that the red-haired man really knew nothing (about this place). Oh, the meme! 🤣🤣🤣

Ending Remarks Lots of interesting stuff today because of the background lore. But now we have the fan theory that the Thames household used to be called the Snow household before migrating to Cale's world. The blue wolf tribe living in Cale's world also supports this theory if you consider that the blue wolf tribe worked together with the Snow household before. There's also the thing about the blue wolf tribe being abandoned by god, which in Aipotu translates to the living god (the dragon) abandoning (hunting/erasing) them. See?

#tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family

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red-dead-do-over246 · 1 year

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Can we get #213 with Arthur? Maybe with a hint of jealousy?

Sure!💖

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Miscommunication

Arthur takes something way out of proportion and Hosea is there to help him set things straight.

#213 “Do you love them?”

It was at this point that Arthur liked to leave camp. Well, he leaves camp for a lot of reasons. Avoiding Dutch, a solution to not murdering Micah, and just to enjoy the serene peace of nature. However, there was another important reason as well.

You.

He doesn’t leave to avoid you though. In fact, Arthur would love to spend all the time with you that he could. However, every time that he gained the courage to try and speak to you, you were always busy with somebody else.

In particular, Sean Macguire. It made Arthur’s blood boil.

He didn’t even hear what you guys what were talking about. Just seeing the two of you together talking makes him want to vomit, and in a jealous fit, he leaves without a word. Arthur knows he shouldn’t just assume things, but he also knows that he could never make you laugh like the Irish man does.

And today he saw it again, and again, he left on his horse without a word.

His mind was so full of thoughts that he nearly ran Charles over as he galloped out of camp. Arthur is never in the right state of mind when he leaves feeling this way, but he can’t help it. It’s just another sign that he feels like he doesn’t deserve happiness.

“Arthur!” A voice called, but he couldn’t hear.

The sound of his horse’s hooves beat inside his head like it was a drum. And all these negative thoughts continued to enter as well. Why would someone like him get a happy ending? He’s loved once before and that didn’t end well. Why would he get a second chance?

“Arthur! Would you just hold on!” It took another try for Arthur to finally recognize Hosea’s voice. He slowed down his horse enough for the older man to come beside him on his.

“What’s the rush? I didn’t hear Dutch tell you to go anywhere.” Hosea said to him as their horses began a leisurely trot down the path away from camp. Arthur just huffed a bit and Hosea narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t give me that childish response. I want answers.” He said in a fatherly tone causing Arthur to flinch. If anyone in this camp can get into Arthur’s mind, it was Hosea. And Hosea was also one not to get on the bad side of, so Arthur just sighed.

“It’s Y/N.” He simply said and Hosea looked confused.

“I didn’t see you guys get in any argument.” He said and Arthur shook his head. For once in his life, he could finally confide his feelings for you to someone. It was like a father hearing about his son’s school crush. Arthur explains everything to the man, from how he feels about you to how jealous he gets when Sean starts talking to you.

“Do you love them?” Hosea then asked after all was said. Arthur just looked down at his hands, his eyes finding comfort in the swaying of his horse’s mane as his cheeks burned slightly.

“Well I...I wouldn’t call it that, but...” Arthur tried to say but immediately Hosea cut him off.

“Don’t lie to me Arthur. Your ears are turning red, means you’re about to lie.” He stated in a fatherly tone, causing Arthur to curse under his breath. This made Hosea laugh before reaching over to pat Arthur’s back.

“What do I do Hosea? I feel like I can’t approach Y/N while he’s there.” Arthur asked his father figure. The answer the older man gave him was simple. Too simple in Arthur’s mind.

“You’re the bigger man, Arthur. Show the younger ones who’s boss.”

With Hosea’s words in mind, they turned to ride back into camp. Arthur felt confidence instilled in him and rode into camp with his hat tilted back and chest puffed out. Hosea felt a bit of pride at this and decided that Arthur was just fine on his own now, so he hitched his horse and went to Dutch.

Meanwhile, Arthur dismounted his own horse and went to find you. Of course, since he and Hosea weren’t gone long, you were still talking to Sean. But this time, instead of fleeing, Arthur marched right up to you guys.

“Englishman! Care to join us?” Sean greeted cheerfully; you were smiling as well. Arthur flashed a grin, but there was also a different light in his eyes. He placed a strong hand on Sean’s shoulder.

“Actually Sean, Dutch said he needed to talk to you. Best not keep him waiting. I’ll keep Y/N company.” Arthur said smoothly, and Sean was about to complain, but a glare from the older man stopped him. The Irishman scurried off, leaving you guys alone.

“Why does Dutch want to see him?” You asked out of curiosity, knowing well that Dutch likes to leave things to the other men.

“He doesn’t.” Arthur said sheepishly while shrugging a bit. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the confusion that the outlaw just stirred (and probably irritation on the gang leader’s part).

“Well, is there a reason you tricked him?” You asked with a grin while folding your arms. Cue Arthur’s shyness coming back as he realized it was now or never to say something while he was alone with you. But knowing that it wouldn’t be long till Sean came back in a fury, he took his hat off and gave you an honest look.

“Y/N...there’s something I need to tell you...”

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 x reader #rdr2 #arthur morgan #arthur x reader #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan imagine

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i9messi · 1 year

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My love — Christian Pulisic

Christian accidentally gives you a pet name and you love it.

Word count — 213

note — this is really short, sorry about that🥺

christian's masterlist

"Hey, my love, can you grab that for me?"

Today was your cleaning day and while you were hearing some background music, you and Christian were cleaning up the apartment where you lived. Your heart paused for a moment, paying attention to the pet name he had given you. He'd never called you that before, it was the first time and you hadn’t seen it coming.

"Can you repeat that? I don’t think I heard you..."

Christian turned to you, still unaware of what he had said. You were absolutely sure you heard right.

"I said if can you grab that for me?"

"You said 'my love'."

Your boyfriend stared at your reaction and you smiled. You couldn’t help but approach him and put your arms around his neck. You looked at his brown eyes and grown beard, his beard was your total weakness and he knew it. He let it grow just for you.

"Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"No, it just caught me off guard. I like it a lot actually. Can you call me that again?"

Now you needed to hear it again, and he was happily there to please you.

"My love. I love you, ya know?"

"And I love you so so much, Christian."

#christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic one shot #football imagines #football player fanfic #football players #pulisic

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best-non-english-word-torunament · 5 months

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Semifinals: Cafuné vs многоꙮчитїй, mnogoočitii

(poll at the end)

Cafuné (Portuguese, Brazilian Portugese)

Portugal: [kɐ.fuˈnɛ] Brazil: [ka.fuˈnɛ]

Translation: The act of running your fingers through someone's hair in a tender way, usually massaging or gently scratching their scalp

Portuguese is an Indo-European language belonging to the Romance branch originating from Portugal. Due to colonialism it is the main and official language of Brazil, where 213 million of its 264 million speakers live. Brazilian Portuguese is considered a dialect of Portuguese as they are mutually intelligible.

Motivation 1: It can be platonic! It can be romantic! It's a cute thing!

Motivation 2: vsjsh affection....... 💞💞 it’s a very sweet gesture it’s very nice and comforting and makes you feel safe

Note: There were two submissions for this word, one in each dialect. Since it’s the same word but with slight pronunciation differences they will compete together

многоꙮчитїй, mnogoočitii (Old Church Slavonic)

IPA not found

Translation: many-eyed

Old Church Slavonic is an extinct language that belonged to the Slavic branch of Indo-European languages. It’s closest related to today’s Macedonian and Bulgarian, but was standardised based on the dialect of Slavs living near 9th century Thessaloniki in today’s Greece by missionaries, who translated Christian literature so they could convert people easier. Old Church Slavonic was then used as the liturgical language of various Orthodox and Byzantine Catholic Churches. A later version of the language called Church Slavonic is still in use in churches today.

Motivation: This particular instance of the word appears once in a manuscript from around 1429. It is the book of psalms, and the word is used in the phrase "серафими многоꙮчитїй," to mean "many-eyed seraphim," as in an angel. the "ꙮ", or multiocular o, is one of my favorite Unicode symbols and also symbols in general. In the next version of Unicode it's going to be updated, because it doesn't even have enough eyes as the original manuscript gave it! Looking past the ꙮ fixation, though, I'm a fan of angels and angelic imagery, as well as eye imagery. A single word for "many-eyed" is really cool to me, since I don't recall there being one in English. It's a useful phrase for more than just angels, like spiders, molluscs...

#best non english word tournament #poll time #semifinals #brazilian portugese #portugese #cafuné #old church slavonic #mnogoočitii

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lisbeth-kk · 9 months

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FFF #213

Sherlock fandom.

The best years of his life

That one ordinary looking and friendly man could have such power over him, would never have crossed his mind. Those few minutes inside the lab at Barts changed the world’s only consulting detective’s life forever. Blue beautiful eyes looking straight into his cerulean ones, showed surprise but more importantly, fascination. And when he challenged Sherlock with the words - “is this all?” - Sherlock could feel his heart sing with anticipation.

Since that day, John Hamish Watson has been a constant part of Sherlock’s life. Sherlock instantly knew that this man, everybody but him, saw as boring and insignificant, had the capability to get under Sherlock ‘s skin and demolish his defenses by just being his wonderful self. Grounding Sherlock with a look, a nudge, a warm hand, a calm voice. Never in his life had Sherlock felt more alive as when he chased after criminals through the London streets, confident that right on his heel, John followed.

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It’s their anniversary today and after dinner at Angelo’s, they go home and John lights a fire, while Sherlock finds the Scotch. As always they start the familiar ritual by seating themselves in their chairs sipping their drinks. The crackling from the fire is the only sound as both of them stares into the shifting flames. They look up at the exact same time grinning at each other.

“Ten years, John. I’m still sometimes in awe over the fact that you’re still here with me,” Sherlock muses.

“Where else would I be, love?” John asks softly. “You are my whole world and I’ve never regretted moving in with you. I’m never bored and I have the most sexy and gorgeous husband. How could I be anywhere but here with you?”

As per usual, Sherlock abandones his drink and crawls onto John’s lap. John puts his glass aside and digs his hands into luxuriant curls before Sherlock closes the gap between them to snog John senseless.

Thanks for the tag @keirgreeneyes

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#sherlock fandom #johnlock #sherlock fanfic #john watson #sherlock #bbc sherlock #flashfiction

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bratshaws · 7 months

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through the hourglass 257. brb x oc

a/n: hrmmm not a huge fan of the ending but you know, it IS WHAT IT IS. im also super sleepy so im sorry for any typos. ill fix them tomorrow kajnckjnwjk (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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Its his lips that she feels first, then the curve of his smile, followed by his hand gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She hears the soft sound of rainfall coming from the outside. It was such a nice backdrop that Beatrice just snuggled her pillow harder, humming happily while her husband just watched her with his hand supporting his head up.

“It’s raining.” she murmurs, eyes closed, hearing her husband’s quiet chuckle from behind, “That’s nice…

Rooster's eyes traced the contours of Beatrice's face as she nestled deeper into her pillow, her expression one of sheer contentment. The soft patter of rain on the windowpane created a soothing rhythm in the room, providing the perfect backdrop to their intimate moment.

He leaned in closer, his lips grazing her cheek as he whispered, "Yeah,gorgeous, it is. I always love the sound of rain." His warm breath danced across her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Beatrice let out a contented sigh, her eyelashes brushing against her cheeks as she blinked lazily. "Me too," she murmured, turning her head slightly to face him. Her eyes, still heavy with sleep, met his in a languid, intimate gaze. "It's so peaceful."

Rooster's smile deepened as he gazed into her eyes, the love and tenderness he felt for her evident in his expression. "Just like you," he whispered, his voice barely louder than a breath.

With gentle fingers, he traced a line down the curve of her neck, then down to her collarbone, his touch light and tender. Beatrice's skin tingled at his caress, and she felt her heart flutter within her chest.

"You make everything more beautiful,gorgeous," he admitted, his voice filled with sincerity. "Even the rain."

Beatrice's cheeks warmed at his words, and a soft blush spread across her face. She reached out to cup his cheek, her fingers tracing the rugged contours of his jaw. "You say the sweetest things," she replied, her voice a soft, affectionate murmur.

Rooster leaned into her touch, closing his eyes for a moment as if savoring her caress. When he opened them again, they sparkled with adoration. "Only because they're true," he said, his voice husky, “And because you are sweet.”

“While I do appreciate it.” she whispered, turning on her back to look up at him, “We do have a lot to do today, is Nikki awake?”

“Just checked the camera, she’s still out.” he says, nodding to his phone, “...how are you feeling today though? Yesterday was…something.” and he smirked when she blushed, knowing exactly what he meant, “I mean, the dinner and such, thoughts about it?”

Beatrice's blush deepened at the mention of their intimate encounter the previous night, and she couldn't help but smile at the memory. "Yesterday was definitely something," she admitted with a playful glint in her eyes. "And it was... amazing."

Rooster chuckled, leaning in to place a lingering kiss on her lips. "Glad you enjoyed it,gorgeous," he murmured against her mouth, his voice filled with affection. "But as for the dinner and everything else, I wanted to know what you thought about it."

Beatrice's smile softened as she pulled back slightly, her fingers gently tracing the outline of Rooster's lips. "Honestly," she began, her voice thoughtful, "I found the dinner with the Haltons to be... unsettling." She sighed, her gaze locking with Rooster's. "There's something off about them, and I can't quite put my finger on it."

Rooster nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "I felt the same way," he admitted. "They're being too friendly, too insistent on getting close to us. And Miranda's comments about you last night were... well, they rubbed me the wrong way."

Beatrice's brows furrowed as she considered his words. "Yeah," she said,”What should we do then? About the two?”

“Ignoring them seems nice.’ he replies with a shrug, still staring down at her, “And that’s pretty much it, you know they’ll try again.”

She chewed the inside of her cheek,rubbing her hands together, “Why are they so…obsessed with us?”

Rooster sighed, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the sheets. "I wish I knew," he admitted, his voice filled with frustration. "It's like they have some strange fixation on us. But we can't let it get to us.” he pushes himself to a sitting position, leaning down only to kiss her forehead before he pushes himself upwards, “You going to check on Nikki?”

She grunts, slowly pushing herself up and sitting on the edge, eyes still blinking slowly as she tries to wake up, “...yeah…in a second.” he chuckles from a few feet away, rushing closer to her and smacking her cheek soundly, keeping his lips there as he said ‘you are so cute!’ and finally disappearing into the bathroom.

Beatrice,while smiling, was still having a hard time waking up. Her eyes unfocused and her mouth dry because of sleep, “hmmmmmm…” her head nods forward but she immediately picks it up, blinking hard as she stands to her feet. Her quiet yawn mixed with the rain outside when she walked up to the hallway towards Nicole’s room.

The soft patter of rain against the windowpane created a soothing backdrop to the start of their day. Beatrice rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms above her head,hoping that somehow that’d help her wake up.

The little girl was already awake when Bea entered, her bright eyes peering out from her crib. As soon as she saw her mother, her face lit up with a radiant - yet few toothed - smile, and she let out an excited babble. "Mama!"

Beatrice couldn't help but grin at the sight of her daughter. She approached the crib, leaning over to scoop Nicole into her arms. "Good morning, birdie," she cooed, pressing a loving kiss to the baby's forehead. "Did you sleep well?"

Nicole responded with a string of adorable baby sounds and giggles, her tiny hands reaching out to grab at her mother's hair, then proceeding to analyze it up close by bringing it to her face. Beatrice laughed softly, carefully untangling Nicole's fingers from her curls.

“We are going to see your little siblings today.” she explains, “At the hospital, one of the last visits.” at least she hoped, they were doing so well and the nurses said they were doing okay…just a few more weeks and they’d be home, “Are you excited?”

Nicole continued to babble in her baby language, she probably said a yes between all the babbling she was sure. Beatrice chuckled at her daughter's enthusiasm. "I'll take that as a yes," she replied, planting a gentle kiss on Nicole's cheek. "We'll get you all dressed up and ready to go see Gavin and Aurora after breakfast. Won't that be nice?"

Nicole's response was a delighted squeal, her eyes sparkling much like Rooster’s did when he was really excited. “You’ll also be one year old by the end of the month,baby girl.” she says, opening the drawer with all the clothes Nicole had…way too many she had to admit.

Nikki blinked up at her, then held up her little, tiny, minuscule index finger, “One?”

Beatrice couldn't help but laugh at Nicole's attempt to mimic the number one with her tiny finger. "Yes, one!" she confirmed, choosing a cute little onesie from the drawer. "You're going to have your very first birthday, and oh my God you are too smart, always too smart for your own good.”

She left the onesie on the changing table and carried Nicole out of the nursery down the kitchen…and she could already smell Rooster was in there, cooking, “I didn’t know you planned this.”

“I didn’t” comes his reply “Just thought it’d be nice.I’m making pancakes!”

The smell of freshly cooked pancakes wafted through the air, filling the kitchen with a warm, inviting aroma. Beatrice smiles as she puts Nicole in her high chair beside her, the little girl bouncing in excitement.

Nicole's eyes were wide, and her legs kicked happily as she watched Rooster flip a pancake onto a plate with deft skill. "Bcakes!" she exclaimed in her adorable, baby voice. “Bcakes!”

Rooster chuckled at Nicole's enthusiasm, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "That's right, baby girl," he said as he finished another pancake, placing it on a stack. "Pancakes for a rainy Saturday." he leans down to kiss Beatrice’s forehead, “Your coffee is already in the mug, gorgeous.”

Beatrice sighed contentedly, leaning into Rooster's kiss. "You're too good to us," she said with a warm smile. "Thank you, Roos."

Rooster grinned, his eyes following her hips as he placed a stack of pancakes on the table and pulled out a chair for Beatrice, waiting for her return. "It's my pleasure," he replied, his voice tender. "Anything for my girls."

As Beatrice settled into her chair and took a sip of her coffee, humming happily, even doing a little dance when the coffee landed on her tongue, “Hmm…it’s great, just how I like it.”

Rooster joined her at the table, making sure Nicole's high chair was secure. Their daughter was eagerly reaching for the pancake stack, her eyes alight with excitement. "Well,I do know you that well.” he made sure to cut the pancakes in small pieces, then placed the plate within Nicole’s reach so she could have some herself.

Nicole's tiny hands tried to grab the piece of pancake, and with a little assistance from Beatrice, she managed to get it into her mouth. Her face lit up with delight at the taste, and she kicked her legs happily. “Well, one more thing that resembles you.” she smiles, “She loves sweets.”

Rooster watched the two of them with a soft smile, sipping his own coffee before replying, “I mean,she got our sweet tooth, that’s true.” he sighs, looking down at his phone to check the time, “We can leave in thirty minutes to go to the hospital. Is that alright?”

Beatrice nodded in agreement as she fed Nicole another small piece of pancake. "Sounds good, Roos," she replied, glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall. They had plenty of time to enjoy breakfast together before heading to the hospital. "We should probably get her dressed and ready soon after we eat."

Rooster nodded, taking another bite of his pancake. "Yeah," he agreed, his eyes still on Nicole as she eagerly munched on her breakfast. "Make sure we're on time."

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For some reason the hospital appeared fuller that morning, more than normal and it made Beatrice stop by the door while holding Nicole close to her chest, her husband’s large hand on her lower back, “Roos…I…is it me or today is–”

Rooster and Beatrice exchanged a glance filled with concern as they stood just inside the hospital's entrance. The lobby, usually a relatively calm and quiet place, was abuzz with activity. People hurried by in all directions, hospital staff rushing to their duties, patients with worried expressions, and visitors offering comforting smiles.

Rooster leaned in closer to Beatrice, his voice hushed. "Yeah, it does seem busier than usual," he admitted, his brow furrowing slightly. "I wonder if something's going on."

Beatrice nodded, her gaze scanning the bustling lobby. "I hope it's not something serious," she said, her voice tinged with worry. "Maybe it's just a busy day."

Rooster squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Probably," he said softly. "We'll find out soon enough. In the meantime, let's head up to the NICU and check on the twins."

Beatrice nodded again, finding comfort in her husband's words. She tightened her hold on Nicole, who was nestled safely against her chest, and together they made their way to the elevators that would take them up to the neonatal intensive care unit.

As they rode the elevator, Rooster couldn't help but wonder if the increased activity in the hospital had anything to do with Gavin and Aurora's condition. He exchanged a worried look with Beatrice, both of them silently hoping for good news when they reached the NICU.

When the elevator doors opened on the NICU floor, Rooster and Beatrice stepped out and made their way to the familiar nurses' station. A few nurses were gathered there, and they looked just as busy as the hospital lobby had been.

Beatrice approached one of the nurses, a kind-hearted woman named Linda who had been taking care of Gavin and Aurora since their premature birth. "Linda," she greeted with a warm smile, though her worry was evident in her eyes, "is everything okay here? It seems busier than usual."

Linda looked up from her work, offering a tired but reassuring smile to the Bradshaws. "Oh, Beatrice, Bradley," she said, her voice gentle, "it has been a bit busier today. We've had a few new admissions, but don't worry, your twins are doing just fine."

Rooster and Beatrice let out a collective sigh of relief. "Thank you, Linda," Rooster said, "That's good to hear. Can we see them?"

Linda nodded, reaching for the visitor badges they were required to wear in the NICU. "Of course," she said. "Just sign in here, and you can spend some time with Gavin and Aurora."

Beatrice carefully signed them in while Rooster held Nicole, who was beginning to squirm in her mother's arms, her curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar posters on the walls. “So,” Beatrice begins while signing her name, “They’ll still be able to leave next month,right?”

Linda offered a reassuring smile as she handed the visitor badges to Beatrice. "Yes, Beatrice," she replied, her tone warm, "the doctors are pleased with their progress. If everything continues to go well, Gavin and Aurora should be ready to go home next month."

Beatrice's eyes shimmered with unshed tears of relief as she carefully attached the badges to her and Rooster's clothing. "Thank you, Linda," she said, her voice quivering with emotion. "You and the entire NICU staff have been amazing. We can't thank you enough for taking care of our babies."

Linda's smile widened, and she placed a gentle hand on Beatrice's shoulder. "It's been our pleasure," she said sincerely, "Now, go spend some time with them. I know they'll be thrilled to see their parents and big sister."

Rooster and Beatrice headed towards the familiar doors that led to the NICU. The soft hum of monitors and the gentle murmur of nurses filled the air as they stepped into the unit. It was a world they had become intimately familiar with over the past few months.

They approached the isolettes where Gavin and Aurora lay, each in their own little space, surrounded by wires and tubes. The twins had come a long way from the fragile infants they had been at birth, but they still had some growing to do before they could go home.

Beatrice carefully placed Nicole in a nearby rocker, making sure she was safe and secure, before turning her attention to the isolette housing Gavin. She reached out to gently touch his tiny hand, her heart swelling with love and pride as she watched him sleep. “Not so tiny anymore,” she whispers, “Look,Roos.”

Rooster leaned in, his warm breath brushing against Beatrice's ear as he whispered softly, "They are getting stronger every day,gorgeous. Just like their sister."

Beatrice turned to Rooster with a loving smile, her eyes shining with affection. "You're right," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "They're little fighters, gosh can you believe…it’s been so long since they’ve been here?”

Gavin and Aurora had come so far since their early days in the NICU. They had grown, both in size and in spirit, defying the odds and proving that every single child they’d probably have would be enormous. Beatrice couldn't help but tear up as she watched Gavin's chest rise and fall with each steady breath, his tiny hand grasping her finger.

“It feels really far away.”Rooster replies while looking over to Aurora, who was staring right up at him, a bit more wriggly than her brother. “At least they’ll be home after my birthday.”

"They'll be the best birthday gift," Beatrice replied, her voice quiet. She leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Gavin's forehead before moving to Aurora's isolette, where the little girl was still staring up at Rooster with wide, curious eyes. "And they're going to be just fine, just like their big sister, aren't they?"

Nicole was busy playing with her toys to focus on that but they knew she got it.

Once they were quiet, Bea’s hand came up to rub her neck, “Roos.” he hums in question, ‘There’s no chance of you being deployed by your birthday, is there?”

He reached out to gently cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. "I promise I’ll keep an eye if there’s any news,gorgeous," he said, his voice soft and reassuring, "I'll do everything I can to be here, you know that.."

Beatrice leaned into his touch, her eyes closing immediately. "Thank you, Roos," she replied, her voice soft and quiet to not wake the babies any more than they were. "I know you can't control everything, but just knowing you'll be here means the world to me. It is your birthday."

‘I know.” he says, looking back down at the twins, seeing how big they were and how much they changed. Gavin’s hair was a bit more curly and Aurora’s hair was a light blonde, almost platinum…reminded him of his mom, “I know. I’ll let you know if there is anything new,hm? Promise.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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ginneke · 9 months

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Flash Fiction Friday - #213: "Ten Years Later."

@flashfictionfridayofficial has released today's prompt and I've been ~inspired~.

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I wrote an AU of my own AU, 'A Seed of Song', in which -- ten years after the Calamity -- a juvenile Rito tries to learn more about her Hylian dad, guided by her dead father's diary.

Told in reverse chronology. 1k words exactly in GDocs.

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And The Time Has Flown

Characters: The Chick (A Seed of Song), Aryll, Purah (mentioned), Impa, Sidon, Revali (posthumous)

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"The Director told me you're here. That you're healing.

"...Are you? I'm not doubting her! But— Are you really gonna wake up?

"...Are you really my father?

"Nobody can tell me. But if you are… Please. Come back. Come back."

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"Hi! Um. I'm looking for Lady Purah?"

Aryll pauses and looks the little Rito girl over. She doesn't seem much taller than an eight-year-old, and her russet-and-cream feathers are in substantial disarray from a long, hard flight.

"The Director?"

The little girl nods. Her eyes flash with hope.

"You want that big building up the hill, then," Aryll says, pointing the way, and tries not to smile at the flicker of dismay on the girl's face that soon turns into grim determination.

"Thanks."

"You'll have a hard time getting up there, you know," Aryll calls after the child as she starts hopping away up the path/ Her legs are only little. "It’s late. I'll be running supplies up there tomorrow morning. You're welcome to stay with..."

- us, she almost says, but that's not right anymore. It's just Aryll in that old house across the Firly, after Gramps passed away and Ma went out hunting and never came back, and Nanna didn't wake up one morning, and—

And Dad and Link both died, far away from home, when the Calamity came.

“You promise?”

The girl says it with such suspicion that Aryll has to laugh. “Promise.”

She beckons for the Rito girl to follow. As they near the bridge, she thinks to ask, “What's your name?

The girl chirps out, “I’m—"

—

"...I see."

The child fidgeted from one foot to the other. "Do you... believe me?"

Truthfully, it is quite the wild and incredulous tale. If she hadn't been an unwitting witness to some small part of the tale, she might not have believed it.

But Impa had found herself cast as a silent intermediary, letting Link's letters slip out of the castle with minimal disturbance and no eyes but her own setting sight on their contents.

Champion Revali's replies had been scarcer, and neither side had given much indication of the regard that might imply a shared parental duty, but...

Purah told her, just once, of the champion's chick. Her older sister had always enjoyed keeping secrets. It would come as no surprise if Purah knew something more.

So Impa puts her doubts aside for now, and tells the child what she knows, and sets her on the path towards Purah.

...And that evening, when the shadows fall and the village turns still, Impa walks to the island where the Goddess Statue stands and prays Link might wake and return to them soon.

For Princess Zelda's sake, and for this child who calls herself his.

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This year, Gaddison is chosen to wield the Ceremonial Trident. Not for the first time, Prince Sidon longs to be bigger. Then he might be the one to carry it instead.

He's distracted anyway. There's a Rito perched on the cliffside the entire time, though they don't make any move to approach, watching the subdued ceremony in silence and shifting only when Laflat steps forward and sings the song that Sidon hates them singing.

By the time the festival ends, and Sidon manages to glance up at the cliffside again, the Rito has gone.

He tracks them to a pond, south of the Veiled Falls, and finds them sitting at the edge of the water, a book in their wings and a bow set within reach.

They are - she is - singing. But it's not the simple version, the way Laflat sang it: it's Mipha's version, and Queen Sela's before her, with a few unknown turns that speak of another voice that passed it on.

Sidon picks up on all of that, but he can't make sense of it. "How do you know that?"

The Rito snaps her book shut, guilty. "I — my dad sang it to me when I first hatched."

"...You're a Rito," Sidon points out.

"Um. Yeah?"

Rito don't marry Zora. Do they? Maybe there's something he doesn't know. "How was your dad a Zora?"

"They... weren't? They were Rito. And Hylian. He's the one who sang to me. My uncle said he was a knight in service to Hyrule's princess..."

That's wrong. She's wrong. Princess Zelda only had one sworn knight. Everyone says so. And he was...

"The Hylian Champion was gonna be my sister's husband," Sidon tells her with certainty. His father says it's true, and all the councillors believe it too, even if they hate Hylians now. "You're mistaken."

It's the wrong thing to say. The Rito girl flies into a rage. "I'm not lying," she shrieks, "you're lying!"

"You're wrong!" Sidon yells back. "Why would my sister have made him that armor if they weren't…"

Everyone says it! Mipha loved Link. Mipha wanted to marry Link. So why does this girl think she can barge in and say otherwise?

But she flies off before Sidon can say so, winging her way south, away from Zora's Domain. Well. Good riddance, Muzu would say.

...He still feels bad about it. If he sees her again, he'll try to say sorry.

—

He keeps talking about giving her a name.

No matter that I've told him she has a name, and it's only a sad quirk of his biology that he can't say it. How else would she recognise when I'm talking to her? Really. She doesn't need a Hylian name yet.

—

...Loath as I am to concede the point, he might - inadvertently - have one.

And the name he suggested wasn't that unacceptable...

I wonder if she ever felt this way when I was young. Probably not: the way people speak of her, she thought herself invincible.

I should thank her for that lesson, at least. No warrior is invincible. Any battle might be our last. I knew that, but...

It took until now for me to understand it.

Yes. That name will do. I'll tell him when we meet at Mt. Lanayru…

#flash fiction friday #fic: a seed of song #ginnefic #revalink #implied revalink #why yes i'm deliberately playing coy with her name!#also: by writing this you can rest assured that these events will NOT happen in SoS #[Revali's diary gives a clue as to why/how.]#I'll add this to 'one-shots - one sitting' on ao3 eventually #but not yet

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nordleuchten · 6 months

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From blood suckers, devils and daemons

I have to say that Halloween is not really my thing, I commemorate different things today – but I still could not resist taking a peek into La Fayette’s correspondences in search for some “spooky terms”. Unsurprisingly, there is not too much on this front. La Fayette used words like devil, spirit, horror, blood, etc. often enough, but mostly in different contexts (the men are in a great spirit, the horror of slavery, where the devil is Clinton, etc.) Nonetheless, there are a few interesting passages to be found that might fit the season

The Marquis de La Fayette to Henry Laurens, ca. January 5, 1778:

Remember, my dear Sir, what Lord North promised to your most cruel and tyrannic ennemys, when he foresaw in one of his speeches that dissensions should take place one day or another amongh the several States, the several members of Congress, and facilitate in the succès and vengeance of a master who is now as thirsty of your blood as he was before of your liberties and properties.

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 1, December 7, Cornell University Press, 1977, p. 213.

The Marquis de La Fayette to the Chevalier de La Luzerne, June 16, 1781:

After having slipped rather fortunately between the enemy army and our stores, we made a junction with a few riflemen. Lord Cornwallis seemed not to like these hilly terrains and withdrew toward Richmond. We make it seem we are pursuing him, and my riflemen, their faces smeared with charcoal, make the woods resound with their yells; I have made them an army of devils and have given them plenary absolution.

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 4, April 1, 1781–December 23, 1781, Cornell University Press, 1981, p. 186.

The Marquis de La Fayette to the L’Abbé Fayon, April 13, 1778:

I am so possessed by the daemon of war that I have totally abandoned myself to military occupations.

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, 1778; Volume 2, April 10, 1778–March 20, Cornell University Press, 1979, p. 24.

The Marquis de La Fayette to George Washington, May 14, 1784:

I know as Much as Any Conjurer Ever did, which Remind’s me of our old friend’s at Fiskills Enterwiew with the devil that Made us laugh So Much at His House (…)

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 5, January 4, 1782‑December 29, 1785, Cornell University Press, 1983, p. 216.

I am confident that the men had some sort of mock séance at Fishkill. I believe that there is also a similar story about Hamilton and some acquaintances pranking party goes by pretending to see and speak with ghosts.

#quotes #letter #marquis de lafayette #la fayette #french history #american history #american revolution #history #george washington #henry laurens #henry knox #chevalier de la luzerne #l'abbé de fayon #1778 #1781 #1784 #halloween #alexander hamilton #spookey season

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carica-ficus · 3 months

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"Harrow the Ninth"

14/02/2024

Reading progress: 213/507 (42%) Read through since last update: 113

Back with another update. I hate that this book is so good and yet nothing goes on. And I hate that it's so addictive cause I have a test coming up on Mondey and I can't stop reading. I have to know what happens next!!!!

Today is more for feeling, less so for speculating cause there was quite a few really cool/cute scenes:

Harrow losing her mind over a red-headed corpse? Who would've thought.

LOVE how much The Emperor is invested in Ianthe and Harrow. Partially because he needs them, partially because he cares. I love how he's kind, but I also know there's more to him than just what meets the eye. He's doing all of this because he has no choice. And I think he's not as powerful as everyone thinks he is. But he wants to keep that status. At least as an illusion. To bring others, all of his followers, at least some comfort and security.

*that one TikTok sound of a woman reading trashy erotica aloud* "Then the wetness!"

Lol Harow called Ortus a potato

So, Ortus says he never became the cavalier she needed. Interesting. It's also interesting that every chapter regarding the events at the Canaan House have cracked skulls. Hm hm hm 🤔

Not God inviting Harrow over for tea and giving her a biscuit! 😭😭😭 That's so fucking cute.

That scene where Harrow asks God to keep her secret, helpless like a child, and God feeling like he has failed her, like he has in some way made her feel like she was at fault...

Screaming. Crying. Throwing up.

Love how Harrow can't trust herself. Love how she is shattered from the inside out. Love how she's unsure of herself, who she was and who she is. Love that she was one of the most powerful necromancers in the Canaan house, but now she's just a frightened little girl.

Harrow is so real. I too would try to kill someone quoting an ancient epic. Ortus, my man, please shut the fuck up.

The whole scene when they go over what happens to Judith is so fascinating and interesting, but also so ridiculously over the top. 8 shots?? 8???

I fucking love when Muir decides not to use a specific word for a contraption and instead just describes it in the most complicated way possible.

The "S"? The 90s letter "S"? Harrow's tripping balls fr fr

BRUH

BRUUUUUUUUH

That scene with Cyntherea was so scary what the actual fuck.

Can't blame Harrow for running away. I'd be outta there too, man. I would jump out the window straight into space and just accept my destiny. Noped straight up out of there.

Okay, Act II is done. So much has happened and then nothing at all. I'm kinda surprised I'm already so near the 50% mark.

Anyway, will continue tomorrow. I'm too tired to keep my eyes open, let alone keep reading.

#harrow the ninth #tamsyn muir #the locked tomb #locked tomb #reading journal #dnevnik citanja #dnevnik čitanja

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grape-eating-vampire · 4 months

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Everyone's insane about Good Omens (and rightfully so it's amazing), but as someone who grew up reading a lot of German translations of Terry Pratchett books, I did not realise I was watching the adaptation of one of them when I did so years later.

So, I bought the English version and dove head-first into the weirdest mix of "haha-just-like-in-the-series" and "OMG-I-REMEMBER-THIS-SCENE-FROM-WHEN-I-WAS-SEVEN"

Here's some of the latter, aka things that stuck around in my head for 10 years and a whole language barrier:

"Two of these were wrong; heaven is not in England, whatever certain poets may have thought, and angels are sexless unless they really want to make an effort." (p. 194)

I remember giving a stack of books back at the library and sitting down with a list of questions about them (because I was a insufferably curious child and the voluntary librarians endorsed me). I asked what poet would think heaven is in England and if he was dumb – England to me was a place where soldiers and tasty chocolate came from, and one Felix Hase had once visited on TV. Also if being sexless meant asexual. I might have been insufferable bout books, but sex education for children was among the non-fiction I had read.

"Newt has always suspected that people who regularly used the word 'community' were using it in a very specific sense that excluded him and everyone he knew." (p. 213)

I don't have a story for this one, it just stuck around in my head.

"FOR AS LONG AS THERE IS ONE DEMON LEFT IN HELL, CROWLEY, YOU WILL WISH YOU HAD BEEN CREATED MORTAL." (p. 333)

The horsemen of the apocalypse were my favourite part of the book both times I read it, but this part was very scary to me as a child. Still slightly so today.

"I don't see why it matters what is written. Not when it's about people. It can always be crossed out." (p. 435)

Oh I have to put this one on a new, different list called "Things I Read As A Child That Changed My View Of The World" because that's exactly what it did. I haven't seen anyone talk about this though, which is sad.

#good omens #good omens book #terry pratchett #neil gaiman

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rickie-the-storyteller · 8 days

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May Writing Challenge - Day 1

I got this from @creativepromptsforwriting.

I'm going to use this month mainly to expand on Untitled Teen Romcom. I'll probably work on other projects as well, but this is my main focus.

Here are today's 200 words (well, 213 lol):

As soon as the door swung open, the noise started. But don’t worry - it was a good noise. It was the joyful squawk of Auntie Kamani (exactly how such a powerful sound can come out of such a petite woman, I’ll never know… hearing her talk never fails to make me smile, though).

"Ezekieeeel! Darling, come give your Auntie Kamani a hug!"

I chuckled, embracing her as she pulled me into one of her tight trademark bear hugs. A rare occasion where I happily did what I was told. I mean, how could you not, you know? It’s Auntie Kamani!

Ok, let me make myself clear here. Mrs Kamani - aka Hope’s mum - is NOT my aunt. I just call her that because I love her. I am in no way related to the Kamani family. They are family friends at most (my mum is really close friends with Hope’s mum. They’re both part of our church culinary department, and they often like to cook stuff together).

Plus, keep in mind that I was in love with Hope back when I was five. I even proposed to her. If me and Hope were related, that would have added a whole new level of awkwardness to a situation that is more than awkward enough already.

Hope you enjoyed this one! Let me know your thoughts.

#rickie-the-storyteller #writerblr #200 word challenge #writing challenge #may writing challenge

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apenitentialprayer · 1 year

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Self-Portrait, by Albrecht Dürer, oil on panel, 1500. The image is meant specifically to invoke the imagery of Christ. (x)

[Luther] did not share St. Augustine's opinion that when Christ on the cross exclaimed Deus meus, quare me derelequisiti, He had not been really abandoned, for as God's son and God's word, He was God. Luther could not help feeling that St. Paul came closer to the truth when he assumed an existential paradox rather than a platonic fusion of essences; he insists on Christ's complete sense of abandonment and on his sincere and active premeditation in visiting hell. Luther spoke here in passionate terms very different from those of medieval adoration. He spoke of a man who was unique in all creation, yet lives in each man; and who is dying in everyone even as he died for everyone. [...] Christ's life is God's face: qui est facies patris. The Passion is all that man can know of God: his conflicts, duly faced, are all that he can know of himself. [...] Christ did not live and die in order to make man poorer in the fear of his future judgment, but in order to make him abundant today: nam judicia sunt ipsae passiones Christi quae in nobis abundant. Look, Luther said at one point in these lectures [On the Psalms] how everywhere painters depict Christ's passion as if they agreed with St. Paul that we know nothing but Christ crucified. The artist closest to Luther in spirit was Dürer, who etched his own face on Christ's countenance.

- Erik Erikson (Young Man Luther: A Study in Psychoanalysis and History, pages 211, 213). Italics original, bolded emphases added.

#Christianity #Lutheranism #mysticism #Jesus Christ #Crucifixion #Saint Augustine #Saint Paul #Albrecht Durer #Martin Luther

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Hi Love!

I've been loving the celebration so far!

I found this picture on Pinterest which I love and I was hoping you'd be able to do a smau for Tom as well as some writing portions as well if you can?

Keep up the brilliant work. Your latest Peter fic was amazing! 💜

Hey love! Thank you for the kind feedback and your support and thinking of me for this request, hopefully I did it justice ❤️

Spoiling Wonderland : Tom x Reader SMAU + Blurb/ Short Fic)

Summary: Tom spoils his and y/n’s roles in the latest adaption of Alice in Wonderland by accident. This short fic/blurb 1.2k wc and SMAU are various situations/events that took place during this attempt to keep it a secret and offers a peek at their relationship dynamic.

Warnings: one suggestive comment, Tom spoiling things again, a few curse words.

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yourusername: It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then. 🔮

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tomholland2013: If you knew time as well as I do, you wouldn’t talk about wasting it ❤️

zendaya: I love this 🥰👑

y/l/n_forever: Alice in Wonderland quote plus a pocket watch?👀

livingintheaters: anyone else thinking what I’m thinking? Are we getting an Alice in wonderland remake?

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“Thank you y/n and Tom for joining us today” the interviewer Samantha greets.

Y/n smiles and thanks her for having them, sitting next to Tom.

“So, we’re loving the new hair color” Samantha smiles.

Y/n blushes, Tom rubbing his pinky over the back of her hand resting on the couch between them.

“Thank you, I felt it was time for a change” she lies, touching her blonde hair.

“Why did you decide to go for highlights and the ends instead of completely blonde?” Samantha questions.

“Oh, it is only just starting. They wanted to give my hair a bit of a break, and I wasn’t sure I’d like it so we started simple so I could let it grow out if I changed my mind” y/n laughs, skating around the truth.

The truth was, she was cast as Alice in the new Alice in Wonderland live action remake and had to dye her hair blonde.

In all honesty, she was hesitant as she admired to Samantha just now.

However, the reason they went slow with it was because they’d just started working on the script and knew if they went slowly it would let her hair appear healthier instead of bleaching it all the same day.

“Well it looks great!” Samantha compliments.

“She always looks incredible” Tom replies, hooking her pointer finger with his pinky.

“Are you going to go full blonde?” Samantha asks.

Y/n pretends to consider it as the audience screams.

“I think I just might” y/n laughs.

“And your manager is okay with that? It wont hurt any auditions or projects you have coming up?” Samantha inquires.

“Oh, uh, no. I don’t think so, it’s just blonde” y/n shrugs.

Tom suppresses a laugh at her uncertainty on how to answer the question.

“She’ll be fine, it’s usually only crazy colors they don’t care for” Tom explains.

“I see, that makes sense. Now, you two have some projects already in the works, yes?” Samantha asks, looking at Tom.

“We do, we have an untitled project together and each have one of our own films as well currently” he admits, smiling over at y/n.

“Yes, we’ve heard it’s untitled. Any clues for the fans?” Samantha smirks.

“Nope, there won’t be any spoilers tonight” y/n cuts in, raising her eyebrow at Tom, “right Tom?”

“Correct, no spoilers” he blushes.

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tomholland2013: I think she’s pretty 🌹 my date for today’s Popsugar interview

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yourusername: ❤️

nikkihollandphotography: y/n you look great!

zendaya: this fit✨

disneyfanatic: major Alice vibes from y/n here, down to the color of her pantsuit 😏

hollandsmain: wait, isn’t his first line also from Alice in Wonderland?!

sweetlikey/l/n: yes! And it was said by the flowers and he added a flower 👀

Hannahholland: I feel you’re reading too much into it guys! This is like Taylor Swift’s fandom’s conspiracy theories lmao

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“Thomas, stooopp” y/n giggles, squirming as he keeps tickling her.

Tom laughs and keeps tickling her, enjoying the sound of her laughter.

“You’re going to make me wrinkle your suit before the photo shoot” y/n gasps between laughs.

“I don’t think my character would care darling, if anyone asks, I’ll just say I’m in character” he teases, stopping so she can catch her breath.

“Mm but then they ask” she pauses, sucking in more air, “what your role is and you’d blurt it out”.

Tom feigns offense, “I would not! We’ve been filming for months now and have had dozens of interviews already with no spoilers”.

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yourusername: Oh, ‘tis love, ‘tis love, that makes the world go round! ❤️ todays photo shoot with Tom brought to you by countless cups of tea 🫖😂 follow @/project5210 for more upcoming photo shoots 😊

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tomholland2013: fairly certain I’ve gone Mad for you my darling 😘

zendaya: loving the vibes, but want to see y/n’s face instead 🤣

tomholland2013: rude🙃 but I agree, she’s so wonderfully beautiful 🥰

yourusername: Ily both ☺️ Toooommm, stooopp 🫣

enews: quoting Lewis Carroll, a top hat and suit, tea, “gone Mad”…. 🧐

project5210: Wonderful photo shoot 🤩

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project5210: excited to share more stills from this photo shoot with our cast for our upcoming film, currently marketed as Project5210, soon. For now, here’s a teaser for you all 😉 #project5210

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yourusername: 🤪❤️

tomholland2013: 🎩 hats off to the crew behind this shoot

hollandbrazil: wait, guys Alice is 5 letters, In is 2 letters. And Wonderland is 10 letters…. 5210🤯

y/l/nswifey: you’re telling me this isn’t straight from Alice in Wonderland?!

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yourusername: If your body is a wonderland, I’m glad to be Alice tonight ❤️ Happy Halloween everyone 👗🎩

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zendaya: y/n y/l/n, ewwww 🫣

harryholland64: Seriously, no photo credits? I had to leave the party to take this 😒

yourusername: Baz it was our party 💀

tomholland2013: and this shot was your idea Div 😂

harryholland64: it’s called promoting

happyholland: wait does he mean getting credit would be promotion for him or the photo was for promotion?!

nikkihollandphotography: perfect couple’s costume you two ❤️

y/l/nandme: we got actual Alice and Mad Hatter pictures? Halloween costumes or not, this has to be a sign 😭

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“Now, Tom, there are rumors you and y/n are staring in the alleged Alice in Wonderland remake” Jimmy Fallon laughs.

Tom shuffles nervously in his seat, “I’ve heard those, yes”.

“Are they true?” Jimmy presses, leaning on the desk before him.

Tom laughs, “I don’t think there is even a confirmed Alice in Wonderland movie is there?”

“Is that a no?” Jimmy frowns.

“That’s a no mate. If there is one, we’re not in it” Tom lies.

“So how do you explain the social media puns and quotes, her becoming a blonde, and your Halloween costumes?” He argues, smirking.

Tom laughs shakingly, “I don’t know mate, we are both big fans of the movie. So the quotes started when people mentioned a possible remake as there are so many good lines and then the rumors began. Since fighting the rumors didn’t work, we kind of decided to have fun and just ran with the rumors”.

Jimmy gives him a hesitant look, making the audience laugh, “alright, well if they do end up doing one, hopefully they cast you two”.

Tom pries his eyes open as he continues walking behind Harry and his security as they leave the studio to head to their ride.

He had done a long day of press, with countless attempts to get him to spoil his and y/N’s upcoming movie.

He was pretty proud of himself for passing them all, and y/n had even teasingly congratulated him on it while she finished up on set.

He couldn’t wait until he was back at their rental and could close his eyes for the night.

He was sure if he wasn’t worried about being attacked he would’ve allowed himself to lean on the wall and fall asleep right there against the building exterior.

He rubbed his eyes as he confined to press towards his Uber while fans screamed out questions.

He tried to answer as many as he could, never wanting to upset them.

Most of the questions were about how he was doing, his plans for the night, or comments about how they loved him.

His responses were on autopilot as he neared the car.

“Tom! What is it like pretending you’re not playing Mad Hatter in the new Alice in Wonderland remake?” Someone said and while Harry knew Tom was not in a state to respond, he couldn’t turn around in time.

“It’s exhausting” Tom admitted, the question going in one ear and out the other, hardly processing it.

The screams around him erupted as people began chanting and yelling about this news.

It was only upon seeing the horror on Harry’s face that Tom realized his mistake.

Tom’s eyes widen and he instinctively slaps his hand over his mouth, only making the situation worse.

Harry groans and drags Tom into the Uber.

Tom sulks into their rental, biting his lip.

“Tom, is that you?” Y/n calls out, appearing from down the hall.

“Hi love… I uhhh… I have some news” Tom whispers.

“Oh?” Y/n taunts, knowing very well what happened already, having seen the videos circulating online.

“I may have made a mistake and spoiled the movie” Tom frowns, wincing as he chances a look at y/n.

Y/n laughs and shakes her head, closing the distance between them in a few strides.

“I know” she giggles, kissing his cheek, “it’s alright”.

“How did you know?” He asks, confused at how she could have found out after only a few minutes.

She smirks and hands Tom her phone, showing him the videos from the fans outside.

“God they’re going to fire me” Tom sighs, partially joking.

“Nah, they used it to their advantage” y/n reassures him, showing him a post from the previously titled Project5210 Instagram page.

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RemakingAliceinWonderland: Well it seems the tea has had spilled, rather than sending you all down a rabbit hole of speculations, we’ll confess that the wonderful @/yourusername and @/tomholland2013 are the world’s latest Alice 🗝 and Mad Hatter 🎩!

Now that you know the truth behind this madness, enjoy this sneak peak of y/n as Alice ♥️ #project5210 #remakingaliceinwonderland

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yourusername: I hardly recognize myself, 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle! 😉

hazosterfield: so much for curiouser and curiouser 😂 looking great y/n

sophiet: with regards to whoever let this cat out of the bag… OFF with their heads 😉👑😹♥️

disneyforlife: ooo another casting clue?!👀

zendaya: Damn Alice 😍 I’d lose track of time for you

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Tom laughs and blushes as he hands y/n her phone back.

“It worked out fine Thomas, besides you lasted longer than I expected” she admits, kissing him softly.

“Honestly, me too” he chuckles, “I’m not sure why it’s so difficult”.

“Well that’s just the trouble with you. I give yourself very good advice, but you very seldom follow it” y/n teases, paraphrasing one of her own lines in the movie where Alice is talking about herself.

Tom laughs and rolls his eyes, pulling her to him as he lets his eyes get heavier again now that his panic has left.

He may spoil a lot of things but he knows he could never spoil his personal wonderland; the love between him and y/n.

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