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rambling-addict · 3 years

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Some headcanons for my fave wlw ships, inspired by Taylor Swift’s Fearless album (Taylor’s version)

Clexa (Fearless, Love Story, Hey Stephen, You Belong With Me, Today Was A Fairytale)

Headcanon: It’s a rainy day in Polis, and echoing through the plaza is laughter and the pitter-patter of feet on puddles. A rare sight is seen and it brings a smile to anyone who passes by. There was happiness and relief in seeing the fearless Heda with a smile on her face as she playfully chases a laughing Wanheda. Then the brunette catches the blonde and wraps strong arms around her waist, whispers of “I love you” blowing with wind. Alas, there was honest peace in the world.

Avatrice (Fifteen, Change, Jump Then Fall, Untouchable)

Headcanon: Ava thought she knew love and belonging when she met JC. Their time together was intense, but it was fleeting and uncertain. Then, there’s Beatrice and suddenly, everything changed. Beatrice understood her without her having to say much. Finally, Ava truly felt seen and heard. Beatrice believed in her, and in the rough times they’re about to face, Ava knows they can make it through. Suddenly, she’s not so afraid to jump through anything. She’s ready to fall because Beatrice will always be there to catch her. Is it love? Maybe. Trust? Definitely.

Raylla (White Horse, Breathe, The Way I Loved You, You All Over Me, We Were Happy)

Headcanon: Raelle isn’t usually one for expressing her feelings. Feelings made you vulnerable, and if there’s one thing she hated feeling, it was feeling weak. So she avoided “feeling”. But Scylla changed all that—and Raelle “felt” so hard and so passionately. Scylla made her feel extreme emotions. Raelle was the happiest she’s ever been when Scylla was in her life. And now... she’s at her saddest point. Scylla was her air, her heart, her fairytale dream. Now, Raelle fights to keep her breath, to keep her heart from crumbling... to keep living in a nightmare where Scylla is no longer in her life.

Supercorp (Tell Me Why, You’re Not Sorry, Come In With The Rain, Superstar, The Other Side Of The Door, That’s When, Don’t You, Bye Bye Baby)

Headcanon: Kara and Lena has been through a lot. Kara had her secrets and Lena had made bad decisions, and in the end, hurtful things has been said and done. But Kara had unwavering faith and was persistent in showing how much Lena meant to her. Lena had her doubts, but her feelings for Kara always eventually overshadowed any negative thoughts she has. They both know it’s not gonna be an easy path to go back to how they were, but it’s worth it. They’ll make it through and they’ll be stronger at the end. And at that point, maybe they’ll realise what they’ve always meant to each other all along... Maybe on a rainy day, Lena will be looking out her balcony, daydreaming. Maybe Supergirl will appear, drenched in rain water. Maybe Lena will drag her inside and fuss. Maybe Kara will hold on to her hands, smile and finally say “I’m in love with you”. Maybe Lena will smile back and say it back in relief and pure joy. Maybe, after everything, they finally get their long-awaited kiss... their happy ending.

And so I’m back at it again... Extra sappy, isn’t it? Oh well, blame Taylor. The re-recordings just give me so many feels. I swear she writes songs that just relates to so many things *cough*supercorp*cough*

I wish upon every star for Supercorp to be endgame!!!

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utterlyhopeful-fics · 4 years

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Love on the Line - Part 2

I hope y’all are ready for the heartache because this chapter absolutely destroyed me. Please read the warnings because this chapter does deal with quite a few heavy issues along with ripping your heart to shreds. Let me know if you’d be interested in another part? Thank you all for the read! Part 1 HERE

Masterlist

Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: 2360

Warnings: heartbreak, break-up, language, mention of self harm, pure unadulterated angst

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Today was a day where she just wanted solace though the impending doom of forethought clouded her every sense. She wanted to blink and will the world around her to magically disappear enjoying her descent into darkness. Y/N sought to feel anything at all but alas she felt wholly empty. It was slowly but surely killing her, picking her apart piece by fucking piece. She hadn’t had the chance to speak with him, hear his once soothing voice on the other end of the phone. Just nonchalant texts messages brimmed with no meaningful purpose. But is that what she wanted the entire time? Possibly so.

That’s what made her friends poke into her business, snoop until they found an answer worthy of their liking. Y/N knew how to play their games and say whatever it took to make them stop their line of questioning. It was her equivalent of mourning the future she mapped out. Her phone chimed alerting Y/N of its annoying presence. ‘Catching a connecting flight out of LAX to meet with Danny and, finally heading home baby! ETA tomorrow late afternoon.’

Great, there was no stopping his arrival now that he was officially coming home.

She had so many grand plans in her dreams, promises of a life she now questioned if she ever wanted at all. The blade felt cool against her skin, she begged for the sweet release for the air latched in her lungs to be set free, but no such luck today. Old habits die hard. Blood dribbled onto the marble sink as relief flooded her system, endorphins pumping as her vision momentarily darkened. For a second, all was calm and she relished in the fleeting feeling. Y/N finally released the breath scratching at her lungs. She was anxious and just wanted to sleep away the day while morph into her sheets.

Curiously, she didn’t remember when she became exhausted. She didn’t remember when exhausted was no longer exhausted, and it just was. The tiredness seeped in her bones and she accepted this state of being with utter apathy. Y/N frowned down at the piece of jewelry that once sparked joy, reminiscing on the night Henry proposed. Now the ring on her finger was beginning to weigh too much for her to fathom. So, Y/N did what was best and sadly slide the diamond off her ring finger and back into its elegant box.

~The Next Day~

Y/N paced their chic living room floor awaiting his and Kal’s arrival. Mentally prepping herself over the strong points to hit in their conversation trying to build her courage and morale. This would be easier if I wasn’t in love with him. Just then, she heard the sound of the garage door open and an engine decease. It was now or never. Realistically, Y/N knew she couldn’t keep a straight face for very long but at the same moment so ached for his touch, for his gentle kiss, and for one more unscathed instance. She inhaled deeply and soothed her nerves to the best of her ability. The front door opened, the pitter patter of paws hit the ground first, greeting her with overwhelming enthusiasm. Y/N kneeled to Kal’s level letting the dog lick her cheek powerless to the loyal Akita before her.

“Darling, where you are?” His voice echoed through the foyer in search of Y/N as he found her with Kal. He rushed towards her, wrapping his arms in a warm embrace and brought her close. He buried himself in the column of her neck kissing a trail of the gentle kisses and inhaled. Everything about this woman lit his insides of fire and now she was tangible, a reality he was more than happy to clasp on to. Hands finding his tamed locks, Y/N intertwined her fingers pulling him in leaving no space between their bodies. Stay strong. Stay focused Y/N.

“Is it even possible to miss one’s smell?”

“You’re home.”

Y/N stepped out of his warmth missing the fleeting scowl etched on Henry’s face.

“Can I get you anything to drink; Scotch possibly? I’m dying for a drink.”

Henry couldn’t put his finger on it but something didn’t feel right. As she reached the wet bar, he took in her appearance. She had lost weight; her bones were noticeable now. She turned his direction with glasses in hand. Her cheekbones were too pronounced, she quite frankly looked …fragile?

“Here you go, babe. Welcome home.”

His hand clasped over hers holding her stare before retrieving the glass.

The liquor deliciously burned down her throat. He refused to bite his tongue any longer; “Y/N, is something the matter?”

She ogled the bronzed liquid in her glass before clearing her throat; “Yes.” Henry’s eyebrows raised in concern reaching out to her as Y/N took a step out of reach.

He barely heard her before a whimper left her; “Please don’t touch me, Hen.”

Bewilderment override his body leaving his brain in the dust.

“Love, what’s wro—” Before he could finish, his phone beeped notifying him of an incoming message. He reached in his back pocket wanting to silence the damned thing before reading who it was from.

‘Anya: Make it home safe? I’m lying in bed alone and can’t help but think of your taste. See you soon?’

Y/N watched in disbelief at his attention pulled elsewhere. So much so that she didn’t comprehend the glass shattering onto the tile floor and blood sliding down her wrist. She clenched her fist in blinded anger reminding herself of the pain as the shard dug deeper into her flesh.

“I’m standing right in front of you. I always have and yet you refuse to even acknowledge me. I can’t even maintain your attention god forbid you put your phone down for five minutes. How do you think that feels when the one person you’re in love with can’t even give you the time of day?”

He drank in her disheveled appearance, her blotted checks streaked with tear stains, her messy hair from constantly running her fingers through, and lastly, the hurt that lay just behind her blue irises. He’d never hated himself more than in this moment. Ever so gently he leaned closer into her frame craving her closeness but she remained a step further. She ducked away in disgust swatting his hand from reaching her face. Henry attempted to cover up the shock from overtaking his chiseled features. He’d never seen her so on fire in their entirety as a couple.

“I said don’t fucking touch me. You sicken me. Is that what you wanted to hear, huh? Do you think it’s fun being invisible to the one person I thought had my back?” She refused to hold back her emotions anymore allowing the storm to overflow.

“YN... please let me...”

“What? Let you explain? What possible bullshit are you about to spew in hopes of changing my mind?”

“I love you. Don’t ever underestimate my feelings for you.”

Sighing, she inhaled a much-needed breath of air before composing herself, at least to the best of her abilities; “Henry. Stop. Please, I’m begging you. My chest feels as if it’s been pried open and my heart ripped from my body. My blood boils through my veins yet is tinged with ice. You’re breaking me into a million little pieces. You must see what you’re doing to me.”

Melancholy dripped from her voice as he silently berated himself, shaking his head in defeat. His eyes glazed over slightly in an attempt to find his own composure, to quill the manic pounding residing in his chest. If he were being honest, it had been quite some time since he last looked at Y/N. Genuinely looked at her. No facetime, no phone calls. And she was right, she was ripping at the seams. How had he not noticed? The chilled atmosphere left the pair suffocating, grasping onto their last truth of reality as quietness laid between them.

“You pride yourself on your so-called honesty. So, now’s your time! ...are the rumors true?”

Henry’s eyes immediately averted to the cement ground below wishing to buy himself another second of borrowed time. But with no such luck, he let out a shaky breath he hadn’t realize had been lodged in his lungs.

“Yes. But I didn’t sleep with her.”

YN bit her lip to keep a wail from slipping out making her insides inflate with sadness. She knew it was all too good to be true. Her stomach churned at the mere mention of her name.

She sniffled trying to look anywhere but at the handsome god displayed in front of her but to no avail met his calm blue eyes awaiting hers.

“Okay.”

“Okay? That’s all you have to say?”

Y/N’s fight was fast depleting and she wasn’t sure how long her energy would remain before perching upon empty. If she was being honest, all she wanted to do was bury her head into his warm chest willing his past mistakes away and reuniting them with their life...the life they built together. But that was no longer an option she could look forward to any longer. He made damn sure of that before returning home from filming. And worse, TMZ had the pictures to rub salt in her fresh wounds.

Her silence was killing him increasing his anxiety foolproof.

“Please Y/N say something, anything! I deserve your wrath and anger. A shout would be better than nothing.”

But to his surprise, she remained frozen unable to show what was running through her mind.

“There’s nothing left to say. You made a choice and with that said choice allowed for the entirety of our relationship to simply vanish. I deserve wholesome and unconditional love, not some half-ass attempt. It must’ve been so lonely in Budapest for you that you just had to fuck somebody else. I totally get it.” Her sarcastic tone finally freeing her most inner thoughts.

“I didn’t have sex with her! Woman, listen to the words I’m saying.”

“Don’t you dare patronize me. Look me in the fucking eyes Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill and tell me what happened.”

“A silly mistake. We had just wrapped and headed out to a local pub down the way. It had this amazing terrace and all I could think is about how much you would’ve enjoyed the view, the architecture of the city. Drinks led to shots and before I knew it, someone pushed me into a bathroom stall. I remember hearing the lock click, Anya tugging at my belt, and not having the restraint to push her away. I closed my eyes and pictured you, I swear it. God woman, I missed you. It wasn’t until I came that I realized it wasn’t you.”

“Did you ever even maybe think about how I get being hundreds of miles away from you? That maybe I was just as lonely. But guess what? I didn’t go to a bar and stick my tongue down anyone’s throat. Jesus, Henry, I’m not even sure I even crossed your mind. Do tell me though; are you apologizing because you got caught or because you feel bad?”

His question left her stunned. This wasn’t how he saw this scenario playing out in his head. Y/N glanced down at the beautiful ring residing on her delicate finger. The one she had forced herself to put on that morning. The diamond ring she once so blindly admired now felt like a ton of bricks forcing her stomach to stir with resentment.

“Filming was chaotic and I just slipped. A fucking lapse in judgement. I’m an asshole Y/N but you must know how much I regret causing you any amount of pain.

“Temptation is an impossible beast to tame. But worry no more for you are a free man now.”

“That isn’t what I want.”

She smirked at him before letting out a loud huff; “Sometimes we don’t always get what we want. In this case, we’re both losers.”

Henry shook his head in disagreement unable to process her words before she spoke again; “Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.”

“Don’t say that my love. Please give me another chance. We can work through this; I know deep in my bones there is no one else for me in this life.”

“To what Henry? To make a fool out of me once more? To show the world your power of forgiveness?”

“Be rational Y/N. I asked you to fucking marry me for god’s sake. I want you as my wife, to be by my side!”

Her throat dried at his words of admittance. It was still her dream too. When she closed her eyes YN pictured him in a wonderfully fitted tux waiting for her but now he had trampled her trust.

“I, I want to be the last person who ever kisses you… Please, hear me out. I know that sounds weird, like some sort of death threat.” Henry continued to stumble in attempt to find the words his brain was spewing; “This is it for me, darling.”

His words sunk into her encapsulating her very presence. It was everything and more she had craved to hear. But now his pretty words were tinged with guilt and cheapness leaving a bitter taste on her tongue.

“You’re not in love with me, not really, you just love the way I made you feel. And you’ve definitely proved that others can make you feel the same just as easily. Stop playing the victim. You did a shit thing and it kinda makes you a shit person now. The sooner you accept that the easier it will be to comes to terms with your new reality. The one without me in it.”

Before Henry fully processed her words, he suddenly felt an object being placed into his right palm. Her slender fingers atop his before throwing him a pitiful frown. Slowly prying his hand open, the glimmer of the engagement ring laid desolate as blood bombarded his eardrums. After all, how often do we get a second chance?

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roseategales · 5 years

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LIKE A BUTTERFLY, YOU MUST BE REBORN — ONE-SHOT.

author’s notes: this was written, according to tumblr, two years ago on a roleplay blog i had for disney’s cinderella. i was creeping through it and decided, you know what, i’m still proud of it, let’s post it here and on ao3 too. why not. the scene takes place after lady tremaine locks ella in the attic, during the few hours before the morning that kit arrives. inspired by one of the tie-in novels, it was meant to be a character exploration to help understand why she finally embraced the name of cinderella, something i felt was lacking in the film.

Time passed. The sun had set, its radiant light long gone, faded into bleak darkness. In the attic where Ella was locked away, these conditions were magnified—more so now than ever, as she lay weeping against the wooden door, the draft chilling her to the bone. Yet little did she care. How could she? All her energies had been exhausted in caring, however nothing seemed to be of use. The very things that provided her hope, kept her heart beating with a lifeblood, were still ripped away, leaving naught but an ache that sought to claim her being.

For so long, this was the state she fought against. To prove it, she bore a weary appearance. Golden curls turned into matted knots, dark circles framed brown irises, what were delicate hands now had become covered in callouses; a glowing radiance transformed into ashen skin against thin, brittle bones.

Cinderwench!

Dirty Ella!

CINDERELLA!

That was what they called her. And, as she was taught, names have power, so that was what she would become. How satisfied the Tremaines must be—Lady Tremaine especially. To the end, Ella had tried to be kind, to have courage to do what was good and right, to honour the promises she made to Mother and Father; but alas, cruelty continued in its selfish path, seeking to rob an entire future, in spite of the good that tried to overcome it. Never before had anger been properly allowed to embitter her heart, yet now, as she cried out to no one, it gushed through her veins, with grief and despair following its wake (over and over and over again, unrelenting in revenge.)

What would—could—have been brighter days spent with Kit would never be, stolen from within her grasp. Their eyes would not meet; their smiles would not share whispers of joy to each other; they would not converse in (barely) disguised I Love Yous; they would not share the warmth of an embrace, the delicacy of a kiss; and they would not be intertwined together in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse.

But, if there was a fragment of hope to be found in her heart still, it was for that he would be able to find true love, even if she were not the blushing bride to be wed to him.

At last, dawn began to approach, illuminating the darkened room with faint sunbeams. Slowly, the light spread into every nook it found—including the hole in the floorboards, where Ella kept her most treasured possessions. This realisation drew her forlorn gaze towards the hidden crate; her body’s movements following not far behind. She pushed herself up, despite tired limbs making protest at what felt like lengthy steps against the cold floor.

When her knees knelt on the ground, her palms swiftly wiped away remaining tears that blurred her vision, only to have another strong wave of bitterness replace them as she inspected the objects. Mother’s portrait was cracked; the paper butterfly Father gifted her, torn. True, they were only material items, but these were some of their last remnants they left for her, and even those were not spared from damage.

I’m sorry, Mother… I’m sorry, Father… I’ve failed you. I tried to have faith. I tried to uphold my promises. But I couldn’t.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Countless mumbled apologies spilled forth from her lips. Tears continued to pour out, in spite of her body’s reaction to the pain they caused. From her head to her stomach, a nauseating affliction started to pound. Her frame, weak as it was, could not take the strain, and so barely held together, trembling under the weight. It hurt. From the inside out, she hurt. And as of then, all she desired was for this anguish and torment to end.

In that moment, it was as though Heaven heard her, and opened up its gates, allowing Ella to receive one more gift from her beloved parents.

A blanket of warmth sheltered her from the lingering chill, provided by the rising sun. Comfort settled into her skin, its ease aiding her lungs so she could breathe. Each breath drawn in further swept in a calm that steadied her heartbeat. Slowly, but surely, the throbbing pain began to lift. As the tears came to an end, she looked once more at the objects within the crate; this time, allowing sweet memories of her golden childhood to return to the focus of her mind.

Landscapes of the times spent riding on horseback with Mother through the forests; of reading plays and poems with Father in his study; of their smiles glowing bright as a family, just the three; of all the lessons these two vibrant hearts had taught hers during their fleeting, precious moments with together—all began to come alive again.

And then—an epiphany.

So much, her parents had taught her. Given her so much. And through all that the Tremaines had done to her, with their avaricious grips and viperish tongues, Ella—Cinderella, even—had tried and tried and tried to to cling steadfast to the treasures they left deep within who she was. Even in the face of a storm, when again threatened to be stripped of what she cherished, fearing the unknown, she still chose to hold on. No matter what would become of her.

So how, then, could she lose to cruelty now? Give up the person she knew her parents would be proud of? Maybe, maybe… Even after all that has been torn from her… That would be enough.

The morning light now in full view, clear blue skies hung above the lands, Ella—Cinderella—turned towards the window wearing a smile that touched her eyes; as though warm brown irises, tired but full of life still, could peer into the clouds and into heaven above. As bluebirds chirped outside and the pitter patter of scurrying mice feet drew into the room, she whispered this phrase to herself, that carried her through all the trials of life—this promise, prayer, and sign of gratitude…

Have courage, and be kind.

#cinderella fic #cinderella #cinderella 2015 fic #disney fic #mine.#my fics.#cinderella.#disney.#tbh i look back and now i understand why i can write so many words #without characters actually interacting lmao #the cinderella fandom might be dead but i am not

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ghostmartyr · 3 years

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top 10 fictional crushes

This is going to be me pulling random hot girls out of a hat, you realize.

Jasnah Kholin: I haven’t read the latest Stormlight book because time management, but Jasnah Kholin has been established dreamy since her very first scene.

Riza Hawkeye (FMA): If you have to ask, you have been shown all the wrong panels of Riza Hawkeye.

GLaDOS (Portal): Sometimes a thirst trap is a disembodied voice who is mean to you.

Elsa (Frozen): You know that Frozen gif everyone was showing off because somehow people were paying attention to Elsa’s hair going through her shoulder instead of how amazing her hair looks? I saw that gifset about ten times before I realized it was intended as a complaint about something. Then I went and watched the movie three times in theaters.

Nyx (Hades): Sure, Meg has a whip and that voice, but consider Nyx has a voice too, and also consider that she is very, very attractive. Like, really attractive. Like --

Janai (The Dragon Prince): Yes, she’s hot, we know this, but also she is hot. No, I can’t come up with anything else to say, because yes, I can’t top that, and no, do not read anything into that wording for the love of

Evelynn (KDA): I’m not dignifying this. I possess eyes, next.

Neopolitan (RWBY): ...I don’t want to dignify this either.

Salem (RWBY): Why is the list arranged this way.

Cytherea Loveday (The Locked Tomb): I Just Think She’s Neat And Throughout Her Rampant Murder Spree Did Nothing Wrong. She’s also like. so nice, guys.

-expertly tosses hat like a discus back at the audience to signify the end of the show-

#asks #other exiled opening lines #include #'i do not keep a simp list locked and loaded'#alas the pitter patters of my heart are fleeting #and my petty grievances are forever #thanks for keeping my inbox alive anon

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cendrilliion-a-blog · 7 years

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like a butterfly, you must be reborn.

Time passed. The sun had set, its radiant light long gone, faded into bleak darkness. In the attic where Ella was locked away, these conditions were magnified – more so now than ever, as she lay weeping against the wooden door, the draft chilling her to the bone. Yet little did she care. How could she? All her energies had been exhausted in caring, however nothing seemed to be of use. The very things that provided her hope, kept her heart beating with a lifeblood, were still ripped away, leaving naught but an ache that sought to claim her being.

Cinderwench! Dirty Ella! CINDERELLA!

That was what they called her. And, as she was taught, names have power, so that was what she would become. How satisfied the Tremaines must be Lady Tremaine especially. To the end, Ella had tried to be kind, to have courage to do what was good and right, to honour the promises she made to Mother and Father; but alas, cruelty continued in its selfish path, seeking to rob an entire future, in spite of the good that tried to overcome it. Never before had anger been properly allowed to embitter her heart, yet now, as she cried out to no one, it gushed through her veins, with grief and despair following its wake ( over and over and over again, unrelenting in revenge. )

What would could have been brighter days spent with Kit would never be, stolen from within her grasp. Their eyes would not meet; their smiles would not share whispers of joy to each other; they would not converse in ( barely ) disguised I Love Yous; they would not share the warmth of an embrace, the delicacy of a kiss; and they would not be intertwined together in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse.

But, if there was a fragment of hope to be found in her heart still, it was for that he would be able to find true love, even if she were not the blushing bride to be wed to him.

At last, dawn began to approach, illuminating the darkened room with faint sunbeams. Slowly, the light spread into every nook it found including the hole in the floorboards, where Ella kept her most treasured possessions. This realisation drew her forlorn gaze towards the hidden crate; her body's movements following not far behind. She pushed herself up, despite tired limbs making protest at what felt like lengthy steps against the cold floor.

When her knees knelt on the ground, her palms swiftly wiped away remaining tears that blurred her vision, only to have another strong wave of bitterness replace them as she inspected the objects. Mother's portrait was cracked; the paper butterfly Father gifted her, torn. True, they were only material items, but these were some of their last remnants they left for her, and even those were not spared from damage.

I'm sorry, Mother... I'm sorry, Father... I've failed you. I tried to have faith. I tried to uphold my promises. But I couldn't.

" I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. " Countless mumbled apologies spilled forth from her lips. Tears continued to pour out, in spite of her body's reaction to the pain they caused. From her head to her stomach, a nauseating affliction started to pound. Her frame, weak as it was, could not take the strain, and so barely held together, trembling under the weight. It hurt. From the inside out, she hurt. And as of then, all she desired was for this anguish and torment to end.

In that moment, it was as though Heaven heard her, and opened up its gates, allowing Ella to receive one more gift from her beloved parents.

Landscapes of the times spent riding on horseback with mother through the forests; of reading plays and poems with father in his study; of their smiles glowing bright as a family, just the three; of all the lessons these two vibrant hearts had taught hers during their fleeting, precious moments with together all began to come alive again.

And then an epiphany.

So much, her parents had taught her. Given her so much. And through all that the Tremaines had done to her, with their avaricious grips and viperish tongues, Ella Cinderella, even had tried and tried and tried to to cling steadfast to the treasures they left deep within who she was. Even in the face of a storm, when again threatened to be stripped of what she cherished, fearing the unknown, she still chose to hold on. No matter what would become of her.

So how, then, could she lose to cruelty now? Give up the person she knew her parents would be proud of? Because maybe, maybe... Even after all that has been torn from her... That would be enough.

The morning light now in full view, clear blue skies hung above the lands, Ella Cinderella turned towards the window wearing a smile that touched her eyes; as though warm brown irises, tired but full of life still, could peer into the clouds and into heaven above. As bluebirds chirped outside and the pitter patter of scurrying mice feet drew into the room, she whispered this phrase to herself, that carried her through all the trials of life this promise, prayer, and sign of gratitude...

Have courage, and be kind.

#{ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs }#TWO YEARS THIS TOOK ME TO FINISH #WORTH. IT.#i'll make the graphic tomorrow but shit i'm publishing this now #this has been my hc from the beginning of my blog #bUT SHIT PLEASE READ IT

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