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The Big Klave Fic Rec

Reginald Hargreeves does everything he can to learn about the Umbrella Academy’s powers, but Klaus is the one who finds out why they have their powers. No one expected the answer to be “we’re fallen angels” but here they all were. This is for my lovely @cemeteryklaus I hope you enjoy this! You will not run out of klave fics on my watch ;)

I have excessively been reading klave fics since s1 came out in February 2019, when there was only one page under the Klaus Hargreeves/Dave tag on ao3 (before our King shared his full name on Twitter). There are currently 2056 fics on ao3, and I can (un)fortunately say I have read almost all of them (what am I doing with my life?). Klave has been blessed with so many talented writers, so this is quite the list. Many of them have written more than one fic (some even over 50!), and since they are all amazing, it would take ages to list them all. Therefore, I have decided to recommend authors who have written two or more klave fics and linking to their the umbrella academy ao3 works page. Go read all of their works, and I can guarantee that every single fic is wonderful! And dont forget to leave kudos and comments, our writers deserve all the love and appreciation that we can give them!

I also highly encourage people reblogging with their favourite fics, if you want to show the writers some more love or if I have forgotten your favourite fic (you can also dm me if you want me to add it on)! I have tried to @ the authors, but sometimes it can be hard to find the right blogs. Please let me know if I have tagged you wrong, forgotten to tag you or dont want me to tag you, I will remove the @ at once! I will try to update this as I continue to excessively consume klave content (though this is limited to ao3 and tumblr), so please come back to this list for more recommendations. Happy Reading! <3

Authors (2 or more klave fics)

A - B

a_nybodys /// accidentallyanoctopus /// actuallymaxie ///admirabletragedy @admirabletragedy /// aelisheva /// AliNear /// Allandnothing /// allthempickles /// Ama /// Anglophile_Rin @anglophile-rin /// aubrey_writes /// aye_of_newt @aye-of-newt /// bacondoughtnut @spookybeez /// Becca_Hay /// Bendy_CA @apocalypse-gang /// bennybentacles @bennybentacles /// blazeofglory /// Bluebacchus @bluebacchus /// bluetigerlillies @frogsarebxtches /// brionylarkin @brionylarkin

C - E

CaptainAmericaoftheTardis /// CharryWotter /// covenofthearticulate @codenameseance /// CowgayKermit @cowgaykermit /// crisecardiac @thistlemoth /// Cyane /// Dancinbutterfly @dancinbutterfly /// dandelyre @dandelyre /// deargalileo/// deathishauntedbyhumans @deathishauntedbyhumans /// discohargreeves /// Doctor959 /// Dog_Bearing_Gifts @dogbearinggifts /// Drhair76 @handcoversheart-76 /// dyllpickless @dyllpickless /// electric016 @electric016 /// Eternal_Peace_Is_Overrated @flowercrownsandbooks

F - K

Faetality @faetxlity /// forestdivinity (ForestDivinity) @forestdivinity /// forthekidswhoaintgotnosoul @prime8svevo /// FrazzledSquidz G33kinthepink /// ghostbythesea @gay-poster-child /// goldieknocks @goldieknocks /// Hemitreunited @hermitreunited /// hippieklaus @hippieklaus /// hujwernoo /// iamnotalizard @lizard-overlord /// ilikeshipment @theseance1968 /// intheflowers /// Karturtle (karturtle) @karturtle /// Katplanet @katplanet /// KawaiiCommunism @kawaiic0mmunism /// KindaCool @kindasickkindacool /// klausmoon

L - P

lastyoungrene-gay-de @lastyoungrene-gay-de /// livid /// LiviJoyann /// livtontea @zontiky /// loves_buckybarnes /// Lyviel @justatiredghost /// Majure @fanthings /// Mars_and_Moon /// mieczyhale @mieczyhale /// momebie (katilara) @charmingpplincardigans /// noodlerdoodler /// MusicLover19 /// Nyctae /// obscurityofphylum /// ohmygodwhy @gaycinema /// Opal_Lakes /// @opal-lakes /// ophelibob_writes @a-human-pippin-took /// Papapaldi @wykart/// perceptuallydisorganizedwriter /// PickledBeef @pickledbeefwastaken /// polarkai /// princejoopie @princejoopie /// punk_rock_yuppie

Q - S

queenbaskerville /// QueenOfAllCorgis /// rumbleroarsslumberingcubs /// Scalliwag @sscalliwag /// seancequeen @seancequeen /// sehn_sucht @sehn----sucht /// SerpaSas @queenbeyondthewalll /// Shadowscast /// Shamefulshameless @shameful-shameless /// Sharpworksamurai/// shipNslash /// Siriuspiggyback @cowboyklaus /// Smallswritesstuff @mychemicalxmen /// smile_it_will_get_better @smileitwillgetbetterbitches /// softforklave @softforklave (shameless self promo) ///spookyfbi @spookyfbi /// stuckinmybook /// Squintern @chinchillinator /// squishitude @squishitude /// sunriseseance @sunriseseance /// sunshineklaus

T - Y

tealeavesandtrash @carry-on-my-wayward-hobbit /// thefangirlingdead @thefangirlingdead /// TheMadHatterOfficial /// thetreasuerhunter @yeah-klave /// tjstar @i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky /// TobiBooneTheSmallSpoone @tobiboonethesmallspoone/// TotallynotRemus @totallynotremus /// TwistedIllusions @courtneytarynofficial /// twosidedcoin /// VeteranKlaus @veteranklaus /// wildeism @knifecatklaus /// writer_inthe_dark /// yukiawison /// zweebie

Fics (authors with currently only one klave fic)

Placeholder by Ace_Chey (mrs_sakuma) @cheydoesfandom

PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT WIP, EXPECT MISTAKES IN SPELLING, GRAMMAR, AND TIMELINES after NaNo I plan to edit and republish a cleaner, more complete version in 2021 ~~~

When Klaus sees the news that their father is dead, they’re feeding their seven-month-old daughter, Grace Kelly Katz, one year sober, and finally back on T (prescribed this time). Their siblings still haven't met Dave, let alone Gracie, and Klaus can't bear the thought of introducing them, not now, under these circumstances, so they go alone. But when the family reunion becomes complete with Five's sudden and bizarre arrival, not from 45 years in a wasteland, but directly from the lunch he ran away from 20 years ago, they realize things are going to get more complicated and they might not be able to put it off any longer.

Words: 58,217 Chapters: 36/? Status: Hiatus

Snapshots of a Life Well Lived by Ace_of_Spades_400

One week into Vietnam and the briefcase is broken. Klaus is never going home. He's just going to have to make the most of his life here, now.

Words: 13,960 Chapters: 3/3 Status: Complete

Run for miles just to get a taste by Agf

Dave comes back to 2019, and Klaus has some memories best exorcised with new ones.

Words: 1,666 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Not a Replacement, Never a Replacement by AndThenHeGotKnockedUp

Klaus hasn't piloted a Jaeger in years. He hasn't wanted to without Ben. He's spent all that time wandering far, far away from anything having to do with the Academy and kaiju.

Unfortunately for him, the world is ending, and Luther doesn't give him a choice.

(Pre-Klave! Will have a follow up in the future.)

Part 1 of the UA PacRim Fusion series

Words: 2,625 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

soldiered together by Anonymous

"... I was foolish enough to follow him all the way to the front line."

Words: 2,993 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

know tenderness by applepandowdy

Klaus wished, more than anything, that they had just had a bit more time.

Words: 1,266 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

whatever words I say, i will always love you by ariya167 and bigembarrasingheart @ariya-167and @bigembarrassingheart

Dave kissed Klaus first, but Klaus kissed him back.

Words: 921 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

if i could choose anything in the world (id pick you every time) by aseriesofessays @macroglossus

"Would you have come back?"

He thinks about a farm.

Words: 588 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

The Boy and The Ghost by Astheroid

“Look for me. Promise me Dave, promise you’ll look for me at the Umbrella Academy!”

Dave never knew what those words meant, the parting words of the man he loved, and they made absolutely no sense.

Until thirty-four years later when he found his purpose.

“Our world is changing. Has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted six such children. I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy.”

or story of ghost Dave finding thirteen year old Klaus and swearing to protect him from all evil.

Words: 4,494 Chapters: 2/? Status: WIP

new year, new me (things always turn out how they’re meant to be) by Astronomical_Aphrodite @aesthetic-antheia

When they travelled back through time, Klaus wasn’t expecting to be the only one who remembered.

Part 1 of maybe by next January

Words: 80,770 Chapters: 18/20 Status: WIP

Five times Klaus dies in Vietnam and comes back, and One time Someone else does by BabyPom

Klaus can't seem to die, at least not permanently.

Words: 1,169 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

How The Hollyhocks Bloom by batcavemasquerade

In which Klaus Hargreeves, a retired pacifist, is dumped headfirst into the Vietnam War. Klaus never comes home and his brothers and sisters claw their way back to him, one by one, after the end of the world.

AKA: The siblings go back to the 1960s to regroup and to get a few measly moments of goddamned peace and quiet, and find Klaus serving in the Vietnam War, different and sober as can be.

Words: 24,035 Chapters: 16/20 Status: WIP - Chapter 16 is the new chapter 1. For the rewrite, read from 16 and upwards.

i hope you know you're my desire (i hope you know you're the one) by beezran

It must be fate when Dave puts his hand on Klaus’ cheek right as Klaus starts to ache for his kiss.

Kiss me.

His touch makes Klaus stand up straighter and edge closer to him.

“You’re beautiful, you know?” Dave says, and even with all that they’ve been drinking, Klaus knows it isn’t that what’s talking.

“Kiss me,” Klaus actually says it. He can’t take it back, and he doesn’t want to when Dave is looking at him like that.

Dave’s breath ghosts over his lips and Klaus keeps repeating it in his head like a prayer.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.

Or he might have said it, he’s not sure when he’s so caught up in the feeling of Dave so close to him.

Words: 22,708 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Arcane Incidents of Anoxia by Bellovebug

Klaus dies.

Klaus dies, and Dave can't breathe.

He forgets what it's like, the feeling of oxygen entering his lungs, the sensation of carbon dioxide exiting them.

He remembers, though, the stories Klaus used to tell. He remembers that joke he'd made about that briefcase he always carried around being a time machine. He remembers the tall tales of a family of superpowers, a less than stellar father. He remembers the stories he'd spun out of thin air, of time travel and a disappearing brother and a talking chimpanzee and a robot mother.

(He remembers the true story he'd told about seeing ghosts.)

He only learns once he opens that mysterious briefcase under Klaus's cot that all of the stories were true.

Every one of them.

Words: 22,075 Chapters: 4/? Status: WIP

life is full of pain, i'm cruisin' through my brain by bigembarrassingheart @bigembarrassingheart

Bullets whizzed past his ears, and he would have screamed but he already was. Klaus grabbed Dave’s face, stroked his cooling cheek, rested his head on his shoulder like he did when they had nights alone. There had to be some life left in his body. In any second he would feel the heave of his chest. He had to.

Klaus takes a pit stop before going back to the future.

Words: 1,188 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

found by burlesquecomposer

Klaus’s right hand is Dave’s favorite one to hold. As long as they embrace hello, Dave says, they’ll never have to say goodbye.

But war is a bitch, and Dave is the one who gave him an excuse to charge into it head-on.

Words: 2,628 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

You Drew Stars Around My Scars by caliibee

“Does it hurt?” Klaus asked softly, running his fingers over Dave’s face and down his neck. He trailed down his chest, mindful of the deep-set wound that always sent a shock through his heart no matter how many times he’d seen it. Dave caught his hands and brought them back up to cup his face.

“No, not anymore.”

Words: 792 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

The Umbrella Academy: Winter Soldier by chiquitasdave and ratsbaby (orphan_account)

Luther lands an uppercut to the jaw, sending the soldier flying, and Diego’s moving before he even lands. His grip on Klaus tightens and his mouth opens to say something, anything, to pull him back to the safety of the car they crouch behind, but Klaus beats him to the punch. He leans forward to better watch the action, to cheer his brother on (or clean up his remains, depending on how this goes), and stops cold as the soldier pushes himself to his feet again.

Klaus' first thought is that he’s beautiful. Klaus’ second thought is that he knows him.

The threat of danger is sensed and signals fire to tell the brain, no, not yet! We weren’t meant for this! He can’t take it now! The body reacts to stop him, but Klaus steps forward anyway. He ignores every impulse because he knows him, because love makes him stupid, because he has to.

Klaus takes another step forward.

‘Dave?’

‘Who the hell is Dave?’

Words: 13,120 Chapters: 3/10 Status: WIP

I Could Not Be At Rest, I Could Not Be At Peace by CosmicJourney @cosmictapestry

With the apocalypse delayed, there's now ample opportunity for Klaus to open up to his siblings about his past. There's also ample opportunity to try and conjure Dave. Unfortunately, one of these has to take precedence over the other.

(Season 1 AU)

(Sequel to "I'll Find Sleep, I'll Find Peace")

Words: 52,274 Chapters: 10/10 Status: Complete

Sick Of Losing Soulmates by CrazyAngel

"Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences."

Back in 2019, things are the same but also different. The Hargreeves have messed with the timeline way too much and some things clearly aren't the same — like giving the chance for Klaus to meet Dave again. Klaus knows nothing about reincarnation or if it was really he and his brothers fault for this, but he'll take the chance anyway. Even if this Dave is blind now.

Part 1 of the Right Back Where We Started (Again) series

Words: 26,417 Chapters: 6/6 Status: Complete

Admist the Chaos by crazynadine

Ten months. Klaus spent ten months in Vietnam, fighting a war he didn't belong in, falling in love with a man he didn't deserve.

The long and convoluted tale about how a time traveling junkie and a disillusioned solider found love amidst the chaos of war....

Words: 87,700 Chapters: 10/10 Satus: Complete

The beginning of something by DoctorProfessorSong @doctorprofessorsong

The Hargreeves siblings find themselves in a future they barely recognize. Their father is alive. Their home is occupied by a mixture of strangers and familiar faces calling themselves The Sparrow Academy. None of them are friendly.

But it's all going to be okay. Five has a plan to restore the timeline. The rest of the siblings just need to sit tight and lay low. Just don't wander off. How hard can that be?

A continuation of the story from S2 because I am impatient for more. This one is gonna get real dark but I promise I am going to give the Hargreeves a happy ending.

Words: 52,548 Chapters: 18/18 Status: Complete

take me out, baby by downpours @fourhargreeves

For someone who spent a decade running from the debts he owed, Klaus spent an alarming amount of time trying to recompense Dave for loving him.

Words: 6,802 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Your Song by eithergayorgayer @yerbluues9

"And you can tell everybody, this is your song."

In which Klaus can play piano and sing and decides to serenate Dave who is watching from above.

Words: 3,578 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Hands by GoldenBones

Late at night after the disco when everyone else is asleep, Klaus kneels at Dave’s bunk and whispers a silent prayer into Dave’s hands. In a rare moment of peace against the harsh Vietnam winter, Klaus holds Dave’s hand against his face and tries to sleep.

Words: 1,640 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Ink and Dirt, Eggs and Orange Juice by HappySeaNinja

It’s a quick job on an overcast day, in and out, smooth like coffee, and the only hitch is in his voice when he says goodbye. There’s dirt under his fingernails, ink on his stomach, and a lingering shot of whisky on his tongue.

Really, it’s all that’s left.

Non-linear moments in Klaus and Dave's relationship across seasons 1 and 2. Please don't read unless you've watched all of season 2 as there are spoilers.

Words: 4,631 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

oh love, i'm there in memories by hellchoirs

"If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again."

Words: 1,536 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

To Have a Home by heterophobe

Dave Katz is a simple man. He values kindness, honesty and strength of character. As someone who is queer and homeless, he also has a fairly substantial distrust of law enforcement.

This is why—when a twig of a man, with kohl-lined eyes and a vibrant pair of purple tights, sprints across the alley-way he’s seated in, skids to a halt at the corner of a dumpster, and balls himself tightly out of view from the street—Dave doesn’t make a move to flag down confused-looking uniformed officers that follow him into the mouth of the alley.

It’s also why—when said officers approach him, and ask him if he’s seen anyone come by—he takes one look at the man’s pleading eyes and shakes his head mournfully. “No, sorry officers.”

OR:

As told through a series of non-linear snapshots, Dave and Klaus come to know one another.

Words: 3,346 Chapters: 2/15 Status: WIP

Dream A Little Dream of Me by idkpeachystuff

"Klaus, thinking back, had always thought that was a strange term. Making love. He wasn't actually certain why. Sex had always felt like...well, sex. Fucking. Nothing entirely special or intimate that he felt had the effect on his heart like nearly everyone had made it seem it should be. And despite how utterly and disgustingly cliché it sounded, that was of course until he met Dave."

Klaus wakes before Dave on their last morning together, on a weekend out in town that is, leaving him with one of his only options to remember everything that had happened the night before and realizing that he was deeply in love, and no matter what, he was never getting out

Words: 3,015 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

projected stars across the night sky by iheardarumor (sonicraptors)

The best nights he’d ever had in his life were spent at his side.

Words: 1,496 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Late Shift at The Umbrella Café by intravenusann @jeffgoldblumsmulletinthe90s

Klaus and Ben have the afternoon shift together almost every day. But not every day are the customers as nice — or as hot! — as this new Dave guy.

Or, in other words, a story where Klaus gets his life together enough to get a boyfriend.

Words: 45,563 Chapters: 6/6 Status: Complete

Need Some Advice by Jenni4

Niki wasn’t used to anyone asking her opinion, so she was surprised when Vina walked into work with an extra energy drink and slid it to her. “Need some advice.”

Niki raised an eyebrow and opened the can and took a big gulp. Vina had been sitting next to her at the call center for exactly two days now. “What makes you think I’m qualified to give anyone advice?”

Vina shrugged out of her jacket and took her seat. “You seem to have your shit together.”

Niki almost choked on her laughter at that one. “That’s so far from the truth but…”

Words: 5,192 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Farewell by JuliusQuasar @juliusquasar and LittleRit @littlerit

Day 20: Shipwrecked

Part 10 of the LittleRit's MerMay Fills 2021

Words: 100 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

a life so demanding by kaijugore @kaijugore

"He was still carrying the war in his heart, how was he supposed to talk about that?"

Ten months. 304 days. 7,300 hours. 438,000 minutes. It would never ever ever be enough time.

Part 1 of the i am (not) afraid to keep on living series

Words: 1,861 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

the sugar rush, the constant hush by kamisado

The scars across his body mark a treasure map of mistakes. Tiny shrapnel scars and rosy-red roadrash, a lifetime of being thrown to the ground by Academy training and the real world. The ivory line tracing across his jaw, almost invisible. The tattoos and the traintracks, the pockmarked puncture wounds scattered like a horrifying constellation across his body.

He’s so tired.

[a klaus s1 character study]

Words: 3,801 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

By The Firelight by keatches @klauzoleum

They share a long look, their lips still tilted in small, secret smiles.

“I’m Dave.” He extends an open palm, skin callous but inviting. Klaus reciprocates with a clap of his own hand against his.

“Klaus.” He tilts forward as the bus jolts, trundling them away to disaster. The briefcase knocks against the heel of his boot, but Klaus absentmindedly nudges it aside.

The five significant times Klaus spoke to Dave. The one time he never will again.

Or, how they fell in love.

Words: 14,681 Chapters: 6/6 Status: Complete

in midnights, in cups of coffee by klausgraves

Dave is just trying to keep his bookstore open, and the stoned hottie that keeps wandering in and talking at the air really, really isn't helping.

Words: 7,316 Chapters: 3/? Status: WIP

Sehnsucht by KimbaSprite @pokemonmasterkimba

Day 26: Longing

What was supposed to be a casual night out takes a turn for the weird when Dave encounters a mysterious stranger stranded on the beach. His sister keeps telling him he needs to meet new people and make connections, so why not with Klaus? Even if he is so attractive that Dave feels he may get sick from nerves alone.

“Hey, my eyes are up here. Careful, or you may get lost in them.“ He looks into Klaus’s eyes as instructed and hmm. Yeah, wow.

Klaus bites his lip in a way that is definitely attractive, and Dave wonders if he realizes what he’s doing to him. Probably. Probably. Klaus seems like the kind of person who knows just how powerful they are.

All at once Dave finds himself sympathizing with old-timey sailors; he could see himself risk drowning just for the chance to exist in the same space as Klaus.

Words: 8,585 Chapter: 1/1 Status: Complete

I'll Never Let Them Hurt You (I Promise) by LaceratedLullabies

But whatever apocalyptic future Dave found himself in couldn’t be worse than the present. His world had already ended. - On February 21st 1968, Klaus Hargreeves dies in Vietnam. A heartbroken Dave follows his last connection to the man he loves: a time-travelling briefcase. 50 years out of time, Dave has to deal with a changed world, his aborted grief and a tortured Klaus who doesn't know him yet. Oh, and the impending apocalypse.

Words: 13,851 Chapters:7/? Status: WIP

I Will Follow You by lostonthisisland @distilledspirit

After Dave's death on the front lines of the Vietnam War he's pulled through time to witness important points in Klaus' life.

Was going for a 5+1 format, but it's a bit looser than that. So, in other words, 5 times Dave sees Klaus and 1 time Klaus sees Dave.

Words: 6,693 Chapters: 2/2 Status: Complete

i get down on my knees and pretend to pray by marinersapptcomplex @wavesknowshoress

He was quiet, for once, standing silent and breathing in the air around him. There were tears in his eyes.

Words: 2,044 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Soulmates by Meilena

"Klaus was twelve, as high as a kite, and in fact, did know why his soulmark looked so thin and light."

Everyone has a soulmark, which is where the name of their soulmate resides on the skin of their left forearm. Klaus has one too, only his is a little different.

Words: 853 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

(Feels Like) Heaven by Melivian @melivian

When Klaus wakes up in the afterlife, he can't believe his luck. Somehow, despite his checkered past and wobbly moral compass, he's made it into the Good Place, where he'll spend eternity with his dream soulmate in a dream neighbourhood.

Only there are two problems. The first is that he's pretty sure the architect of this neighbourhood has the wrong person. And if she catches on that Klaus doesn't belong with all the heroes and philanthropists here, he'll be sent to the Bad Place.

The second is that for the residents, this dream is starting to feel a lot like a nightmare...

Part 1 of the I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door series

Words: 23,496 Chapters: 5/28 Status: WIP

Hello, Goodbye by michaelfalls

His eyes stare where Klaus can’t see. His soul goes where Klaus can’t follow.

Words: 2438 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

come on, baby by myeyesarenotblue @myeyesarenotblue

“Dave, my sister has powers,” Klaus says, matter of factly, bobbing his head up and down, “She’s had powers this whole time but my asshole father decided she was too-” and he looks down at the notebook, does finger quotes with one hand, “- 'uncontrollable' and 'dangerous’ to use them.”

“Powers?”

“Yeah.”

“As in- superpowers? ”

“Yeah,” Klaus says, and then- “I have to tell her," and then- "Wanna come with?"

Words: 5,081 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

your fingers weave quick minarets by nerdsandthelike @nerdsandthelike

According to Five, they have an apocalypse to stop in the future and here Klaus is fifty years too early trying to get in the pants of some probably straight GI who Ben keeps reminding him looks like Luther before the protein shakes. Because he’s not Allison, Klaus decides to put that particular observation waaaaaayyy to the side.

Words: 6,615 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

My Heart Is Playing Hide-And-Seek (Wait And Count To Four) by nessbess (orphan_account)

Klaus had spent what felt like a lifetime searching for Dave after he died in 1968. But Dave found him first, long before that. Klaus was five years old the first time he appeared.

Words: 11,908 Chapters: 8/? Status: WIP

Five and Dave's Life Changing (Life Saving) Field Trip by neuronary

The little boy, who Dave could now see was not as little as he’d first thought, shoved a tin mug at him. “Drink this.”

Dave drank. It tasted sickly sweet and slightly citrus-y. “Who are you?”

“Five.” The boy’s scowl deepened at Dave’s confusion. “Klaus’ brother.”

Or, Five saves Dave's life to stop Klaus from moping. From Dave's perspective, a very grouchy, sleep-deprived twelve-year-old kidnaps him and he finds it much more entertaining than he should.

Inspired by Lyviel's 'Fixes to the Timeline'

Words: 1,728 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

breathy on the bits by Nucci @maundering-marauder

“So Fivey, tired of the school boy chic?” Klaus asked with a manic grin, “Because do I have so many ideas for you.”

“As long as it’s warm, I don’t really care.”

“Warm, check” Klaus noted, miming checking a box with his finger, “Any other demands?”

“No sequins,” Five replied and blipped out of the room.

---

Or, Five’s tired of wearing the Academy uniform and Klaus offers to help. As is wont to do with the Hargreeves, emotions and miscommunication ensues.

Words: 8,702 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

The Collision of Your Kiss by orphan_account

Klaus spends ten months in Vietnam.

Dave is why.

Words: 4,505 Chapters: 1/1 Status: discontinued

pieces (skin to bone) by orphan_account

The first time Klaus dies, he is thirteen. He dies again at seventeen, eighteen, twenty-four. By his fifth death, he has resigned himself to the blackness that awaits him. Not that he much cares: anything would be better than this, even blissful oblivion, even floating in blackness until his mind decays, and, like Five, he starts seeing people where there aren’t there, falling in love with a mannequin or a fleck of dust in his eye.

Dave won't come to Klaus, so Klaus decides to go to him.

Words: 2,128 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

in the mountain of the crouching beast by patrocluus

Dave catches his eye later, when they’re sitting next to each other in the bumpy truck, men jostling into each other on all sides; the corner of his mouth quirks up a little, just enough to make Klaus’ heart jump in his chest. He doesn’t remember the last time someone looked at him like that: like they have a secret to share, and that secret is the most important thing in the world, even if that world seems to be ending around them.

Or: It's 1968, and deep in the A Shau Valley, Vietnam, Klaus meets a man who feels like home.

Words: 8,203 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

in the january rain by phcbosz

And all Klaus has left to prove that any of it happened and wasn’t just one fucked up dream is a pair of bloody dog tags, a tattoo on his arm, and the taste of ash sticking to the roof of his mouth.

Words: 5,226 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Dancing to the Rhythm of a Different Drum by PlaneJane

Klaus escapes from one terror, and finds himself in another: the A Shau Valley, Vietnam, 1968.

"They kissed at midnight, breath heavy with liquor, the first brush of Dave’s lips making Klaus weak at the knees. Giddy at the gentle way Dave took his face in his hands, like Klaus was something precious."

My Klaus and Dave backstory, because the show didn't give me enough.

Words: 1,498 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

His name was Dave by punkspiders

Klaus reflects back upon his time both in the Vietnam War, and with the man he loved more than himself.

Words: 1,654 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

How Not To Propose by RhubarbDuck

His life follows a monotonous routine: wake up, smoke, go to the same shitty grocery store, space out for eight hours and occasionally stock shelves, more drugs, rinse, and repeat.

His life was, at some point, a little more exciting (if exciting meant going on a week-long bender and waking up in a cell with the worst headache he ever experienced). After a couple weeks in jail and the threat of a rehab that he could never attend, he met Dave. Honestly, Klaus couldn’t remember his life before Dave. Dave was kind and understanding and way too put together to be with a fuck up like Klaus, but for whatever reason he seems to love Klaus- or at least he tells him so twice a day.

American Ultra AU

Words: 19,824 Chapters: 5/? Status: WIP

The Moments We Had by RosyPages @thesevenumbrellas

A series of moments between Dave and Klaus as they fall in love during the war.

Words: 2,044 Chapters: 3/8 Status: WIP

In the Dark by runrarebit

So they're back in the past, they're thirteen again, Ben is alive, Vanya doesn't remember, her siblings are suddenly treating her differently, better, and all of a sudden she and Klaus are bonding- Klaus who is still trying to be clean and sober- except things are never easy, are they? There’s their father to contend with, once more alive and at the height of his power over them, and there’s secrets, always secrets, always in danger of getting out, and after their father decides that a clean and sober Klaus is a Klaus that can resume his training Reginald Hargreeves just might not be the scariest man walking the halls of the Umbrella Academy- even if only one person can see him.

The thing about Klaus is that, even trapped, in the dark, he is never alone. Never alone. Never. And the past he's been running from ever since he was a small child might just now be something he can’t escape from.

Words: 61,243 Chapters: 18/18 Status: Hitaus

well, the clock says it's time to close now by rythyme (pugglemuggle)

The first time Klaus falls in love, it's in the middle of a war. Fate really does enjoy cruel irony.

Or, a series of vignettes from the ten months Klaus and Dave spent together in Vietnam.

Words: 3,788 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Fancy Seeing You Here by Saccha @sacchariwrites

Dave miraculously survives being shot in the chest, and is present when Klaus gets in a fight at that vets bar.

Written for EnKlave Fest.

Words: 1,891 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Valentine’s Day in Vietnam by salvador-daley @salvador-daley

A hungover Klaus awakes after a night in the arms of a young man from Dallas

Words: 1.7k Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

In the Dark of the Night by sassmaster_tiresias @i-will-fong-you

The flashlight is still on, peeking out between the folds in Dave’s comforter, and Dave remembers how frantic Klaus had been to turn it on.

He remembers how he couldn’t even really see Klaus when he’d first woken up, his beautiful face obscured by the darkness. Then, he remembers the Christmas lights in Klaus’ room—strung in a haphazard zig-zag up the wall beside his bed, the soft glow that was present every time Dave had been in that room.

“The lights,” he says.

Words: 2,437 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

War is Hell by sauropod @occult-criticality

Klaus' hands were still filthy with dried blood and muck as he fumbled at the clasps, the combination lock on the top. Desperate, blind hope had his heart going a mile a minute. The dial still read that seemingly random set of numbers it had the first time he opened it on the bus, what felt like a lifetime ago.

0213-18-02-1967

“Please.” Klaus choked. “Please work.” He opened the briefcase.

Words: 80,813 Chapters: 21/? Status: WIP

New and Familiar by Snabby

If you told Dave a year ago that he had a loving (if a bit crazy) boyfriend, in a relationship which he didn’t have to hide, he wouldn’t have believed you. Although that thought isn’t as crazy in comparison to being in the future and the fact that his boyfriend, can not only see ghosts but was raised in a crazy cult-like superhero family.

In Dave’s opinion, the oddest thing out of the whole family is Five

So he was a little shocked and confused when Five popped in front of him.

“I need you to get a decent fucking cup of coffee” shoving his little finger in Dave’s face

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Or Klaus and Dave pretend to be Five's parents so the poor little dude can get coffee

Words: 1967 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

It's a Piece of Cake to Bake a Pretty Cake by StardustInYourEyes

Prompt: Flour fight in the kitchen Klaus and Dave's attempt at making a cake

Words: 2,535 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

i just wish that you were here, now by sapphictomaz

Immediately after the Season One finale, Klaus finds himself back in 1968, and is forced to so some soul-searching while dealing with the rest of his siblings and the memories he has of Dave from the first time around.

Title from "Wish You Were Here" by Marianas Trench.

Words: 4,055 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

face to face (and a thousand miles apart) by shadowlancer_95 @shadowsofmoonracer

His strides were long, and shaky as he stumbled through the darkness, relying on the barest threads of memory to Allison’s house. The cut on his lip stung in the cold night air, his throbbing cheekbone a mere shadow of the agony in the hollow cavity where his heart used to be.

Or,

Klaus, after his second (and most disastrous) meeting with Dave.

Words: 1,799 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

i wore his jacket for the longest time by sharkhette

So, maybe Klaus wasn’t in his right frame of mind. Maybe he hadn’t been for a long time. But Dave was dead, and that meant Klaus should be able to conjure him, one way or another. The traditional method of cleaning up his act and sitting around to wait hadn’t worked, so it was time to get imaginative.

Klaus just wants to see Dave again, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen, no matter the cost. Includes conversations with Ben, Diego, God, a surly preacher, and gratuitous references to certain MCR songs.

Words: 7,252 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

His oxygen belongs to Death by Sophiethegeek

He can almost taste their bloodlust on his tongue, feel their rage heavy in his breastbone. They’re bad today, and it’s safe to say he’s having a very bad day as a result. Each swipe is sending icy pain across his skin, making him shiver. God, he’s cold.

He closes his eyes, pretending not to hear the faint roar of the snarling, crying, screeching mass around him. Why did he think sobriety was a good idea? Christ on a cracker, this fucking sucked.

Or: After hopping around time, and returning to the day of the apocalypse that never was, Klaus falls apart slowly, then all at once.

Words: 91,661 Chapters: 8/? Status: WIP

Love You, Sugar by spaceysev

There’s a reason Klaus can’t listen to Total Eclipse of the Heart anymore, and it’s got everything to do with the only man who was ever allowed to call him Sugar.

Words: 3,828 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

musical preference by sourcheeks

“Of course you don’t like country.”

“I never said that,” Klaus replied diplomatically, even though it was true.

Words: 227 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Wings of Feathers and Wax by TerezFox8989

A look at the morning after their first time.

Hell, he always considered it a personal victory if he could put a name to a face after, which had suited him just fine. Sex had always had a means to an end, he used and was used; drugs, food, sleep, alcohol. But never this...not mornings after wrapped up in each other talking about family.

Words: 1,534 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

One Night in Saigon by terracotta_heartbreak

They're drunk, they're in a Saigon Hotel, and Klaus is smoking on the bed, but that's nothing new. But it's such an odd thing to be alone together, that doe-eyed strange man who never made sense here, and the soldier who'd fallen for him, for all those eccentricities. How are you meant to make sense of each other in the 60s, in that musky haze of war, drugs and the sounds of political blues rock?

Words: 2,011 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Just One in Thousands by TheArchaeologist @ancientstone

Take the idea that Five is followed by all his victims from his time at the Commission, and take the idea that Five is responsible for Dave’s death, and what do you get?

Pain.

Pain is what you get.

Words: 1,351 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Dancing with a Ghost by TheBestofEverything

"Would you like to share this dance with me?" Dave asked quietly.

"I'd love to," Klaus smiled as he took Dave's hand in his.

(Klaus is finally sober, and he conjures Dave.)

Words: 664 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Bad Enough for You by thehoundisdead

Dave can be bad. He doesn’t want to be but he can. He wants to spoon Klaus; to gather him up tight enough against his chest to hold all of his pieces together, to let him relax for once. He wants to take a bath with him and shampoo his hair and make him breakfast in bed and wrap him up in his softest blanket. But that’s not what Klaus wants, at least not yet. Dave has a strong suspicion that Klaus has never been treated softly by a partner. So, bad boy.

based on the song bad enough for you by all time low

Words: 8,757 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

The Way Light Swallows Shadows by TheSevenUmbrellas (RosyPages) @thesevenumbrellas

Dave is a vampire hunter who has never hunted a vampire in his life. Klaus is a vampire made for a war that ended before he was even born. When ten years of peace are put at risk after the death of a hunter, they’re both faced with the possibility that maybe the war isn’t over after all. Separated from their respective sides, Dave and Klaus have no other option but to depend on each other to get home before a war can tear their lives apart.

Words: 5,932 Chapters: 2/24 Status: WIP

Tag, You're It by totallyevan @totallyevan

Dating in Vietnam was never easy. Klaus and Dave have to watch out for everything, but thankfully they know their way around the system. Things escalate quickly and the only witness is the moon.

Words: 11,116 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

something so magic about you (so tragic about you) by Tremble

Snippets of their live in Vietnam or Dave slowly finding out that Klaus is nowhere near ordinary. --- This was originally suppose to be a 5+1 thing, but uh that didn't happen. oops

Words: 6,625 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

21.02.1960 by Uglyfrogboi

It was funny how time worked, how it was both only a couple of weeks ago yet it was also exactly nine years in the future. Why is he mourning a day that hasn’t technically happened yet? It’s a simple answer really, that was the day he thinks he last felt anything other than that horrible, thick, smothering, emptiness that seems to follow him around. Today, nine years from now, is the day that his world ended.

How Klaus deals with being dropped in the past, ten days before the anniversary of Dave's death.

Words: 3494 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

you're getting on my (optic) nerves by untrustworthyglitch

Klaus Hargreeves is many things. He's a former child superhero, an estranged brother, a drug addict, a frequent flyer at the local rehab facility. He can talk to the dead and never seems to die and loves a good thunderstorm.

He's also blind, but he wasn't always.

Part 1 of the blind!klaus (hazy, but hopeful) series

Words: 6,375 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Scarlet Song by UrsaCentum(phantomviola) @flecket

Klaus isn’t a big fan of Hell.

drabble written for TUA AUgust 2021 Day 25: Angel/Demon

Part 6 of the Ursa's AUgust Fills 2021 series

Words: 100 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

never felt so high (think i'm coming down) by wewhofightmonsters

“Dave,” he whispers, and he leans down to press a kiss, light as a summer breeze, to Dave’s forehead, “Dave, I’m a fucking idiot. I love you back. I love you back.” And as he says it, he knows it to be true, and that small, closed up part of him that has languished in the dark and the constant haze of drugs, unfurls and stretches out towards the light. “I love you back,” he says again, in wonder.

(Klaus and Dave, and second chances)

Words: 24,536 Chapters: 8/? Status: WIP

Curl Conditioner by wormbcy @nastyworm

Klaus tidies up his supplies and puts it all back in the cabinet, and then hums to himself in thought.

"Hey Dave, space for another in there?"

Words: 6,524 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

would it be enough (if I could never give you peace) by ZJpotter

The Hargreeves' and their sixties love.

Chapter 2: Klaus, bugs, and the definiton of home.

Words: 2,909 Chapters: 2/2 Status: Complete

#klave #klaus hargreeves #dave katz #tua #the umbrella academy #fic rec #Happy new year noelle! May 2021 be filled with klave!

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Pride And Joy - Peter Parker

Parker || Main || Taglist

Stark!Peter x Reader - both aged up Requested? Nah. 3,621 words W: curse words, a bit of smut (omg and it's a no for minors), cheating, pregnancy, virginity loss, just Peter being a rich kid that's all, character death

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“It’s literally a big deal, Peter! You know this award means so much to me and you didn’t even attend the opening!” Gwen yelled in anger. Peter was supposed to be Gwen’s plus one at an awarding ceremony for doctors. She won the AMA Foundation Award for Health Education and it meant so much to her. It was understandable that she was royally pissed at Peter.

Peter scoffed as he sat down on the couch with his feet on top of the coffee table. The small table next to the couch had his scotch on top of it. The glass had droplets of water running down it because of condensation. Peter grabbed the glass and took a sip from it as Gwen, his long time girlfriend, kept yelling at him. Peter kept making faces as Gwen yelled. She finally took notice of this and shouted, “Are you even listening, Peter?! God! You’re so out of touch lately! I don’t even talk to you anymore!”

“Oh, shut up, Gwen!” Peter rolled his eyes. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?!” Peter stood up from the couch and walked to the door.

“Where are you going?? We’re not done here, Peter! I’m still talking to you!”

Peter turned his head to look at her and said, “Yeah? Well, I’m done talking to you! Without me, you wouldn’t even have your award and you wouldn’t even attend medical school because you couldn’t afford it! Let’s not forget that I paid for your tuition fee and for everything else related to your studies. You don’t see me bragging about it, now do you?!”

Gwen shook her head as tears streamed down her face, “You’re such an asshole.”

“I’ve been called worse by better.” Peter said sassily before leaving the house. The door shook as he slammed it, making Gwen jump back in surprise. She retreated to hers and Peter’s shared bedroom and cried herself to sleep.

Meanwhile, Peter went to his favorite bar and drank the night away there. That’s where he met you. You were the new singer in the club and it was your first night on the job. It wasn’t your ideal job, but it pays the bills. Besides, you were thankful that you got a decent voice. Otherwise, you’d be waitressing and you didn’t have the patience to deal with people in general.

Peter loved your voice. It made him sober despite drinking copious amounts of alcohol. He just sat there and listened and hummed along to the songs he knew. When it was your break, he approached you.

You and the band were talking, getting to know each other when Peter tapped your shoulder. You turned around and smiled at him. Plus, he was cute. “Hi!” You greeted.

“Hey.” He smirked. “You’re a really good singer. I’m Peter.” He offered his hand for you to shake and you gladly took it. “I know. You’re, like, everywhere.” You giggled. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Peter said before carefully letting go of your hand. He smiled to himself as he thought of your name rolling off on his tongue. It sounded right.

“Would you like to grab a drink with me?” Peter asked politely. “I’d love to get to know you.”

“I’d love to, but I’m about to sing in a minute.” You said. “But my shift ends in an hour, if you’re still up by then.”

“I’ll wait.” Peter winked as he walked to a new table, closer to where you were performing. He called for a waiter and ordered a drink as he watched you get ready.

You took a sip of water and turned on your mic. You slightly leaned forward and spoke through it, “Hi, everybody! I’m now back for my second set. This next song is for the people who recently got cheated on by their man-”

A man shouted “GO OFF, SIS” somewhere in the back and it made you chuckle. Your chuckle was music to Peter’s ears. He has never heard an angel chuckling before, but he was convinced that it sounded like yours.

“Anyway, this song is called ‘Irreplaceable’ by Beyonce.” You smiled before turning to your bandmates and nodding at them to start playing.

You sang a few more songs and before you knew it, your shift was over. “That’s my last song for tonight. My name is Y/N and you can catch me here every night from 9PM to 2AM. Thank you and have a good night!” You said before turning off your mic and thanking your bandmates. You walked towards Peter and asked, “Is this seat taken?”

He grinned and shook his head. You sat down in front of him and said, “It’s been a long time since I last drank.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I can’t really handle it well and I do crazy shit. That’s why I moved here. I want to start fresh and all that.” You told him before calling your new friend, Amy, to order your drink. Amy’s a waitress and she’s really kind to you. She showed you how things went and everything.

Amy walked towards you and you told her, “You know my favorite drink already.” Amy grinned and said, “You got it, Y/N/N.” She left and immediately got you your drink.

You and Peter stayed there until 5AM just talking and laughing and drinking. It wasn’t until you looked at your watch that you noticed the time. “Oh, shit. It’s already 5AM.” You giggled before downing the last drop of your drink. “I have to leave and get some sleep.”

“I’ll take you home.” Peter offered, downing his last drink as well.

“You don’t have to do that. I live just around the corner.” You smiled at him. “Thank you, though.”

“Nonsense! It’s my day off, anyway. I’d also be really happy to know that you’re safe.” Peter said and you shrugged. “Alright.”

You went to the back and grabbed your bag as Peter waited for you outside the front of the bar. You finally walked out and Peter grinned at you. You two walked together and true enough, your apartment was really near. He offered to walk you upstairs and you allowed him to.

When you got there, you stood in front of your door and said, “Well, this is me. Thanks for walking me home.”

“No problem.” Peter smiled. You looked at each other for a while and Peter couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and kissed you. You were in shock for a second, but you immediately kissed back. His arms wrapped around your waist and your arms were around his neck. It was getting heated and you decided to pull away for air.

“Oh my god. I’m so sor-”

“Don’t apologize.” Peter panted. “Don’t be sorry. We both know we want it. Why should we stop?”

You looked at him before quickly turning around to unlock your door. You and Peter quickly went inside and you locked the door as soon as you got in. He took your hand in his and pulled you towards him to kiss you once more.

You pulled away and said, “Wait, not here.” You brought him to your room and he pushed you on your bed as he got on top of you and leaned in to kiss you. Before you knew it, yours and his clothes were on the floor and as he lined himself in your entranced, you stopped him.

“I’ve never done this before.” You blurted out.

“What?” Peter said.

“I’ve never… done it… before.” You said and you were embarrassed that you had to tell him that. In fact, you wished you kept your mouth shut. He looked at you and shrugged, “That’s okay. I’ll be gentle, I swear.”

He smiled at you softly before pecking your lips sweetly and lining himself in your entrance again. You relaxed a bit as he slowly entered you. It hurt a bit and once he was fully in, he lets you adjust to him before slowly thrusting. Once you got used to it, you begged him to go faster until you felt something forming in you.

“I think I’m gonna-” You moaned.

“Just let it out.” Peter grunted. You did as you were told and Peter released in you too. He rode out your highs and pulled out before laying next to you. Both of you were gasping for air and you didn’t say anything for a while.

“Oh my god.” You said as soon as you caught your breath. “I can’t believe I lost my virginity to a Stark.”

“You’re welcome.” Peter said with a smirk.

Your little rendezvous with Peter happened every day since you met. It always happened at your small apartment and you felt sorry for your neighbors who got to hear you moaning through the thin walls. Peter didn’t care, though. He loved hearing you. He’s got you wrapped around his finger and you didn’t even notice that. You were innocent and fresh and he loved it.

He still went home and he still went on a few dates with Gwen, his long time girlfriend. Peter knew what he was doing and he knew it was wrong, but there was something about you that he really liked that he couldn’t put his finger on. He never told you about Gwen and he never told Gwen about you. It was meant to be that way until everything changed.

You were pregnant.

After all the wild sex that you and Peter did, you realized that he never wore protection. You quickly texted Peter about it and Peter quickly went to see you.

“What the fuck?!” Peter said as soon as you opened the door. You rolled your eyes and allowed him to come in before closing it.

“Yes. I’m pregnant and you’re the father.”

“I can’t be the father.” Peter shook his head.

“Well, too bad. You’re the father of this baby that I’m carrying. Besides, how can anyone else be the father? You’re the only man I’ve been sexual with. Why are you so upset?” You told him with a frown and somehow seeing you frown made Peter sad. He walked up to you and gave you a hug which you gladly returned.

“We’ll get through this.” Peter said even though he knew he was screwed. What would his father, Tony Stark, say? Tony would be disappointed, that’s for sure. He’d be yelled at.

A month later, Gwen found out. She saw Peter’s phone laying around which made her roll her eyes. She grabbed it and when she did, the screen lit up as a notification came in. Gwen knew that she wasn’t supposed to look, but her guts told her otherwise. She looked at it and gasped.

It was a text from you saying that the baby is okay and that you were excited to become a mom and that you already loved the baby.

Peter got out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He saw Gwen holding his phone and said, “What are you doing with my phone?”

“Who’s Y/N?” Gwen asked with a frown and a disappointed look on her face. “And why is she telling you all about her pregnancy? I would believe you if you told me that she’s just a friend, but she has a heart emoji next to her contact name. Who is she, Pete?”

“I cheated on you.” Peter said. It was so straightforward. He didn’t give Gwen a time to react as he just kept talking about what happened since the night of their argument. He told Gwen about how you two met, where you worked, where you lived, everything. After all, he could give Gwen was honesty. He didn’t have a reason to lie when everything’s out there.

“We’re done, Peter.” Gwen said as she tried not to cry. Peter nodded in understanding. “Peter, I love you and I always will, but that kid needs a father and I don’t want to get in the way of that. The kid is more important now.”

Gwen looked at the man she loved more than anything in the world and smiled sadly, “It wasn’t working out anymore, anyway. I wish you nothing but good luck and happiness. Since this is your house, I’ll move out. Don’t worry about me.”

Gwen walked up to him and kissed his cheek before grabbing a bag to pack her things. Peter gave Gwen a few days to move out before asking you to come live with him. You didn’t want to leave your apartment, but you figured the baby needed a decent home.

Once you moved in, Peter came clean to you about Gwen and everything. It hurt to know that you were just a side chick, but you knew it wasn’t your fault. He never told you in the beginning. Because of this, you decided not to agree to be his girlfriend when he asked.

“But why? We’re having a baby together.” Peter asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“I just- I can’t, alright?” You frowned. “I’m still so upset to find out that I’m the side chick. Just give me some time to get over it.”

After that, you were surprised that Peter still welcomed you to stay. You were always taken care of and Peter made sure that the maids made sure you were comfortable whenever he’s at work. He pampered you and he spoiled the unborn baby inside of you as well. He bought a crib, a baby monitor and all things that a baby needs.

“Peter, I’m not even close to my due date yet.” You chuckled. At this point, you were already two months pregnant. Peter smiled and said, “I don’t mind. It’s better to be early because knowing me, I forget things.”

Time passed by quickly and it wasn’t long until you were seven months pregnant. A few months back, you and Peter found out that you were having a boy and that excited both of you. Now, it’s like you’re the only one who’s excited. You noticed that Peter wasn’t happy anymore.

One night when he came home from work, you confronted him about his behavior. “Peter, are you okay? You seem really sad lately.” You said softly.

Peter stared at the wall and heavily sighed, “I made a mistake, Y/N. I’m so sorry that I have to do this to you.” The fact that he can’t even look at you says everything. You knew that what he was about to say, will ruin you. You felt it.

“I think I still love Gwen.” Peter mumbled. “What happened to us was a mistake and I’m so sorry that I gave you false hope of becoming a family. I’m really sorry.” He felt so bad. He genuinely did. It wasn’t some sick joke and he cried. You cried too, but you refused to let Peter see your tears. Instead, you sat next to him and patted his back as he sobbed with his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He cried. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

You hugged him and rubbed his back with your palm in a circular motion. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s fine, Peter. We all make mistakes.” You said, your voice trembling. You gulped and held your composure. You didn’t want to cry because you knew it would make him feel even more bad. You didn’t want that.

“It’s okay, Peter. Really, it’s fine.” You said sadly. You couldn’t help it, though. Your tears streamed down your face as you silently cried while you held Peter in your arms. “We’ll be okay.”

You quickly wiped your tears before letting go of Peter. He looked at you straight in the eyes and opened his mouth to apologize. You brought your index finger to his mouth and shook your head.

“Don’t.” You said. “I’ll move out.” You got up and started packing your things. Peter left the room because he couldn’t take it. You were an innocent person who got dragged into this mess and you didn’t deserve it. He hated hurting you, but what’s done is done.

You packed what you can and exited the room that you and Peter shared. You dragged your suitcase downstairs and Peter cringed as he heard every step you took. Peter got up from the couch when he saw you reaching for the door.

“Y/N, please promise me something.” Peter pleaded. You looked in the eyes that you’ve grown to love. You nodded and said, “Anything.”

“Promise me that you’ll give me updates about the baby. Send me pictures and videos and just tell me everything about him, okay? I want to feel close to him somehow. If Gwen takes me back, I know she won’t allow me to see you and him.” Peter explained.

“Of course. Anything for you, Pete.” You gave him a small smile before leaving.

That was the last time Peter saw you. Surprisingly, Gwen took him back and he was right; Gwen didn’t want him to see you or the kid despite what she said before about not wanting the kid to grow up without a father. In Gwen’s thoughts, Peter went back to her for a reason and that reason is to be with her. Therefore, Peter should start fresh and pretend everything related to you never happened.

You never texted Peter for a while and that scared him. You promised to update him and not getting any texts from you sent shivers down his spine.

Two months later, you texted him again. It was midnight and Peter was still awake. He was working on his laptop when he got your message. He quickly looked at it and it was a picture of you in the hospital bed with a baby in your arms; his son.

Your text read: Meet Maxim. He’s healthy and he’s fine.

Peter was so happy that he finally heard from you again. He was extremely happy. He was sad that he had no trace of you in his house because the day after you left, Peter sent yours and all the baby’s things to your apartment. It left nothing behind.

Knowing he couldn’t be physically present, Peter sent you a bouquet of flowers and a note that said: ‘Congratulations, darling. Like his name, Maxim is the greatest little boy I’ve ever seen.’

This turned into a tradition for years. Every year, Peter would send gifts for Maxim on his birthday and it would make him happy. Maxim loved his father despite not meeting him yet. He saw pictures of Peter, though. He kept his favorites in his room.

Peter and Gwen got married and even though that happened, he longed to see your updates. It felt wrong, but he just wanted to know you were okay.

One day texts from you just stopped. Peter became paranoid not knowing about yours and Maxim’s condition. He was extremely sad when a week passed by and he still hasn’t heard from you.

“Dad, can you just calm down? I’m trying here, alright!” Peter raised his voice as he spoke to Tony through the phone. “I’ll handle the M.I.T scholarships, dad. You know that I’ll handle it. What makes you think that you can’t trust me?”

“Well, you cheated on Gwen and I lost my trust in you too.” Tony sassed.

“For god’s sake, that was like eight years ago! Get over it!” Peter hissed. “Anyway, I-”

Peter got cut off upon hearing a knock on the door. “Linda, can you get that please?” He shouted from the kitchen before continuing his talk with Tony. The person behind the door knocked again and Peter sighed.

“Dad, hold on a sec.” Peter grumbled. “Linda! Can you get the door, please?!” He stayed quiet for a while and waited for Linda’s footsteps, but they never came. Peter shook his head and spoke to Tony again.

“I’ll just open the door. Linda’s probably watching TV in the maid’s quarters. She likes the volume super loud.”

“Jesus, kid. Just fire her.” Tony said and Peter imagined his father rolling his eyes and disappointingly shaking his head.

“Linda needs the job. Anyway, I’ll get the door.” Peter said as he heard knocking again. He puts his phone on the countertop. He quickly jogged to the front door and opened it.

“Hi, dad.”

Peter wanted to faint. He looked around and you were nowhere in sight. “M-Maxim?”

“That’s me!” Maxim grinned. The 8-year-old boy had the features of Peter and it was so obvious that Peter’s his father. Peter stared at him for a long time and Maxim cleared his throat, “May I come in?”

Peter could only nod as he opened the door wider for Maxim. He closed the door and quickly went to the kitchen. He grabbed his phone and said, “Dad, I’ll call you back.”

“Why? What ha-”

Peter hung up the phone and turned his attention to his son who was standing behind him. “Was that grandpa?” Maxim asked with an innocent look on his face.

“Yeah.” Peter smiled softly. “Where’s your mom?”

Maxim frowned, “She’s dead.”

Peter’s heart stopped. Maxim told him about how you met your demise and Peter couldn’t function anymore. The mother of his child was now dead and he didn’t even get to say goodbye. It broke him and his heart broke even more for his son because he was motherless at the tender age of eight. He looked at his precious son with sad eyes as Maxim explained everything.

Peter hugged him tightly and swore to himself that he’d protect Maxim at all cost. He just couldn’t believe that you were gone.

* * * *

Part 2? Bc there will be whether you like it or not.

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ais-n · 3 years

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hi!!! firstly i just want to say i LOVE ICOS with my whole being. i read it for the first time in high school abt 5 years ago and read it again over quarantine last summer and it drew me in and wrapped me up wholly, i couldn’t put it down. i love the story and characters so much.

i also love writing very much and have always written small stories, fan fiction etc., the past couple weeks i’ve felt inspired to write fiction of my own, a novel of sorts with my own original plot and characters, and i wanted to ask you for some advice/ words of wisdom.

how did you plan out the characters you wrote? or did you more just let them write themselves? and did you plan out chapter by chapter how the plot would unfold before writing, or again let it happen as you wrote it? i’ve found it easier for me personally to let things happen as i write, and that the characters do things and say things i never planned for, was wondering if you felt the same or if you were more organized lol.

also what platform did you use to write on?

sorry for the long post, i hope you’re doing well.

Aww thank you, that's so sweet! I'm glad you like it :)

Side note, before I forget to mention - I just made a subreddit for my writing/stuff which will include ICoS things... I'll be adding more info on there this weekend hopefully, and I'm sure I'll do another post over here too but the link if you want it is https://www.reddit.com/r/aisylum/ It may be a place to find some other stuff in the future if you think of anything. I was thinking of doing an AMA or Q&A type thing over there too. Obviously, always feel free to ask here too <3 I love either place. Just wanted to mention while I'm thinking of it :)

I'm so happy you've been inspired to write - good luck and great job! I think that sounds absolutely awesome and I bet your story will be fantastic :)

We kind of did a bit of a hybrid.... I really wish I had the original bulletpoint list for what the book was originally going to be, but "Sonny" and I had opposite ways of looking at things. "He" would delete things as we went, and I would squirrel it all away until later lol So "he" deleted a bunch of bulletpoints/early info as we went because neither of us actually expected anything to come of any of it, so I also wasn't super anal about keeping track of things way early on. I might still have some documents buried somewhere with info but offhand I don't know where.

Anyway so I kind of am more like you in the way you write, but I will sometimes make the effort to try to plan a bit, especially if there's a cowriter. For ICoS for example, we had a rough outline planned of what was going to be the story, we started writing, we let the characters/plot/etc go where it needed to go, that meant things we hadn't planned from the start came in. The original story was basically mostly Evenfall, then skip Afterimage and Interludes for the most part but not entirely, and then we didn't really have a hugely detailed end initially from what I recall but we knew generally what was going to happen, so some of the stuff from later Fade would probably have been in the bullets. But when we got to the end of Evenfall, whatever was our next bulletpoint just did not feel right; we knew all the other stuff that starts Afterimage would happen instead.

For my long ongoing LGBTQ+ fantasy series I'm working on, the first book is finished but I'm editing it to change/add some significant stuff. I have a whole bunch of info on that which I've compiled over the years, so to an extent I have a general idea of plot things that will go down in the rewrite and also in the future into the other books, but a lot of details and even bigger points are left untouched. I prefer to let the characters/story/world/plot go where it wants to go, and I just have general points that I know make sense or have to happen eventually, and I look for how to fit them in as organically as possible to the way the story is going. If that makes sense. I will occasionally try to really work out exact storyline bullets but I get so bored so quickly that I never finish.

Because I like world-building and character development, I actually find it more fun and more useful for my organizational skills (any that exist, anyway, lol) to be aimed more toward that. Rather than focusing on the story and what the plot will be and what character will say what in which chapter, I prefer to dig into the past of the characters, dig into the world, the magic system or whatever is relevant, and have that info all squirreled away somewhere if needed. That way, as I'm going forward with writing the characters/story more organically, if things are going around what I initially thought the plot would be, this gives me something to then pull from for inspiration on how to incorporate this new plot/etc into the world more seamlessly, and make it feel more at home. And if you have all that info on characters, it also makes it easier to throw in things that flesh the character out more, and that can all lead toward character development in the future.

Boyd, for example - when we first had the valentine thing come up, it was just going to be a thing that happened that showed their miscommunication and how fucked the Agency was. But then it didn't make sense to me for it to just be a thing mentioned once and never again. So then that added to Boyd's story; now he was a valentine, so if it made sense or it was relevant, that was a thing that could or should come up. As the story progressed and the world grew, and with that the Agency and other factors were more fleshed out, it became more and more relevant. Then, by the time Fade came around, it was fully integrated into Boyd's story because by that point it would be weirder if it weren't - and because it made total sense in the characters' perspectives and the different organizations' perspectives and the story as a whole for the things to happen the way they did. But all of that, of course, then informs Boyd's mental health, physical health, and overall stability. Which then affects how he interacts with the world and other characters, which then affects the plot to an extent because of the choices he would make that may be different now, in the context of these life experiences, compared to prior to those life experiences. If the valentine thing never happened in Evenfall, a lot of Fade would be different. When we had that coming up in Evenfall, we didn't know another book was coming at all, let alone 3, let alone that it would end up having such a significant impact on the story and character development. But that's just kind of an example of building on things as you go, which is what I tend to do, personally.

As for the program - in the beginning we just used Word I think, and talked on AIM or something. It's been so long I don't totally remember. But for most of it we used Google Docs because that made it easy to share and write/edit at the same time.

Also, haha never be sorry for long posts - as you can see, I will almost always go longer ^_~

Hope you're doing well too! Thanks for your interest :)

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whump-town · 4 years

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Whump. Very minimal, hardly there Hotchniss.

Jack is a big kid now and he’s still not forgotten the mortality of the adults around him-- not that they give a chance to

Jack puts up his best defense-- avoidance. Walking into the hospital, he holds his head high. He’d inherited his father’s height and in moments like these, it’s incredibly helpful. No one so much as blinks as he walks to the front desk. Looking more like a man than a seventeen-year-old, it’s not hard to garner some attention from the desk.

“What can I do for you, sugar?”

Jack clears his throat, counting fingers his fingers so that he doesn’t exhibit all of the stress tells he knows he has. “I’m looking for my--” he looks to the side for a moment. He’s looking for Hotch and Emily but he needs to establish a relationship to get anywhere near them. “The agents?” He asks, eyebrow raised. “The agents that came in, they’re my-- my parents.” He brings his hands together to rub nervously at his palms. “Agent Hotchner and Prentiss?”

The woman nods her head, not even giving his stuttering or hesitation a second thought. She’s seen plenty of kids and parents come in through those doors. Most of which, aren’t in the best state of mind. Rather one tracked with their goals in mind. Not that she can blame them.

“Alright,” she says, pulling up both files. “Well,” she clicks her tongue. “Agent Hotchner is, currently, signing himself out AMA on the third floor.” She looks up at him. “You can get to him through that hallway straight back,” she turns and shows him. “Agent Prentiss is in surgery so I can’t do much for you there.”

Without taking his eyes off of the door she pointed out, Jack nods. “Okay, thank you.” Suddenly, he’s lost his nerve.

“On through there,” the nurse repeats, her kind smile still in place.

Jack nods, “right.” Right.

Stepping into the hall he falters to put on some hand sanitizer-- which is always a good idea but it’s just a diversion. To keep as much space between him and all of this. Whatever has happened.

When he sees them, he pulls in a full breathe and straightens his back again. “You guys suck,” he announces to the room. Their heads shoot up and he gets a few forced smiles in response. “A family reunion without me?”

Dave forces himself up out of one of the uncomfortable chairs lining the wall. “How are you holding up, my boy?” Jack closes his eyes as he’s pulled into Dave’s arms. He stands just a little taller than him now but that doesn’t stop him from pushing his face into his Pop’s shoulder.

Jack has to fight back the tears Dave is attempting to wrangle out of him. “Me?” he asks, voice stiff with the emotions bursting in his chest. “Dandy,” he replies. “How are dumb and dumber?”

Dave chuckles and the sentiment is shared with the others. Jack can see Derek shaking his head, JJ even smiling and rolling her eyes. Good, he thinks. They need to laugh more.

Dave releases him with one final squeeze. “Emily,” he says, “is back in surgery. She was holding on pretty strong there until the end.” His face pinches as he fails to decide just how much of the truth he’s willing to divulge and how much of it Jack can handle. Placing a hand on Jack’s shoulder he smiles sadly, “she gave us quite the scare.”

Jack takes the news as he has to-- without flinching. He nods his head and digs his nails into his palms to keep his voice steady. “And Dad?”

No sooner than Dave can even process the question, Hotch steps out of a room. He’s leaning to the left, using his dominant hand to keep him balanced as he slowly shuffles the two steps through the doorway. “Jack?” His white dress shirt is pulled open and his hair is pushed in every direction by thick white gauze wrapped around his head.

JJ is the first to move. Before anything can be said, she’s moving to stand in front of Hotch. She starts to button his shirt, ignoring just how far off Hotch looks when he just stands and watches her deftly manipulate the tiny buttons into the equally tiny holes. Covering up his exposed chest because if he were in a better state of mind he wouldn’t want any of them seeing the scars littering his chest.

“You need to sit down,” JJ says, taking his elbow and gently turning him back towards the room. Hotch grunts but doesn’t go with her. She reaches up and cups his cheek, waiting for his cloudy brown eyes to find her. “Come with me, Hotch. Jack can come too.”

It makes Jack feel immensely guilty but he has no desire to be anywhere near his father right now. The sight of him so vulnerable-- his blood is still soaked into his shirt, confusion twisted into his pained expression, and the emotion in his eyes-- is too much. Of course, Jack understands everyone is mortal. His father will die. Maybe not today but eventually.

But he’s still a seventeen-year-old kid who can’t wrap his head around what he’s seeing right now.

“Don’t…” Hotch grunts again this time pinned between Morgan and JJ and losing any say he has in the matter. “I’m not gonna sit in that bed,” he mumbles, shuffling where he’s guided.

Morgan shakes his head, “it’s the bed or the wheelchair, Hotch.”

Jack scowls at the ground. As they’re all funneling into the room, Dave makes Jack go next right after Morgan, JJ, and his father. He’d much prefer being in the back. Away from all of this.

Settled into the wheelchair and grumply allowing Garcia to tuck a blanket around him, Hotch looks a little better. The blanket covers his bloodied t-shirt and the bulk of where the bandages sit on his chest. “How’s Emily?”

Jack keeps his eyes on the floor even when he’s certain his father is looking up at him. He just glares at the floor and wills his tears away. He does glance up as someone-- Dave-- steps into the room. But he’s looking at the ground again before he catches anyone’s eye.

“I just talked to the doctor,” Dave says. He comes into the room and Jack can feel Dave looking at him. “She’s doing well. They’ve put her in a room and she’s already responding to them.”

Jack makes the mistake of looking up and when he catches his father’s eye he feels a heat across his face. Hotch looks away first.

Dave clears his throat, “they’re gonna let Aaron back to see her--”

Jack looks up, torn between anger and ease that he doesn’t have to go too.

“So the rest of you can head on home,” Dave says. “Come back in the morning, well rested, and they’ll let us all back. But for now it’s just Jack and Aaron.”

Fuck.

They share awkward half-hugs which are really just bad because neither Hotch nor Jack do much more than limply allow the hugs they’re being pulled into. Hotch won’t actually look at any of them, not that Jack does much more than mirror Morgan’s chuckle and lean into Garcia’s hug.

“Come on, boys.”

Sooner than they’re ready for, it’s just Jack, Dave, and Hotch. The later of which is losing his fight against the drugs he was given upon being admitted into the hospital.

Jack down right looks pissed when he realizes Dave standing at the door means he’s being left to push his father’s wheelchair. Once again, he loves the man. Hotch has been an amazing father. He’s kind and loving and Jack’s never felt anything but safe and loved but… he’s uncomfortable.

Without a word, Jack moves behind Hotch and heaves all his weight forward. They go no where.

Hotch glances back at him with a shake of his head, silent judgement. “Brakes, genius,” he rasps.

Jack puffs out an impatient sound and moves to the side, shooting Hotch a frown as he unlocks the brakes. “I’ll run you into a wall,” Jack threatens. This time, when he moves behind the wheelchair, they move when he pushes. “Lay off the brownies, old man.” It’s hard to take turns but he successfully makes it down two halls and an elevator without running them into anything. Not that Hotch certainly acts like he’s being reckless.

They take an elevator to the next floor up.

“Jack?”

He gets really, really hot. Glancing at Dave out of the corner of his eyes, he realizes that bastard has left him completely on his own. “Mhm.” He pulls his hands from the wheelchair he rubs at them nervously.

“I’m sorry.”

Jack turns his head away from Dave and Hotch, thankful the elevator stop just then.

He doesn’t say anything.

Hotch has been sorry for stupid crap like this Jack’s entire life. While he doubts whatever happened occurred without fault of some kind on his father, he also knows he can’t change his dad.

Hotch is a hero and Jack knows what happens to heroes.

His entire life he’s looked up to heroes. Equating his father with the likes of Captain America or… Ironman. Jack had seen how that ended. He’d gone to see the last Avengers movie with his friends, Henry amongst them. And when Ironman snapped, dying a slow painful death, and leaving behind his kids and wife… Jack had excused himself to the bathroom.

Because he knows that he’s more than likely going to loose his father in the same way.

Except, men like Aaron Hotchner don’t get memorilized. They turn into ghost and lessons.

Jack pushes Hotch right up to Emily’s side, never once looking at either. He settles himself into a chair on the opposite side of Emily, away from Hotch. He looks up at his father once, catching his eye. He has to look away.

He’s lost a mother, already. He remembers what that was like. To hug his mother for the last time while his father cried on the other end of the line. A serial killer standing in their living room and being told to go hide and just hope… what would have happened if Hotch wasn’t a little quicker? If he’d died that day or both of them?

Glancing up at Hotch once more time…

Jack knows his father wishes he’d died that day. That Haley were still here and Foyet had killed him.

Jack can’t imagine life going any other way than how it did. Would his mother take him out to the park every Saturday like he and Hotch had? Would his mother have stayed in touch with the team? Would he view his father like he now views his mother?

What he does know, is that he’s scared by the way his mother died but he’s glad his father is still around. He loves and appreciates Hotch fighting the way he did that day and everyday sense and one day, Jack will learn how to say that.

But for now he’s got to worry about Emily. Who is not only awake but reading his tension like an open book.

Jack fiddles with his thumbs, unwilling, or unable to look at Emily.

She doesn’t say anything about it. In the low light of the room, silent while Hotch sleeps peacefully, she’s content. Slowly, she keeps drawing her fingers through Hotch’s hair. His back is going to ache and his ribs will give him hell but for now, he’s bent over the side of the bed with his head on her hip. Snoring softly. Sleeping, as he should be.

“Do you want to talk about it,” she asks, keeping her eyes on the steady rise and fall of Hotch’s back.

Jack shakes his head, clutching his hands tighter and willing them to steady. “No, ma’am.”

Ma’am. That makes her snort a little. There’s nothing that really says Hotchner like manners popping up out of nowhere. Well, was she not the Queen of pettily calling Hotch sir just to piss him off? Maybe it’s just them thing. The three of them.

“I’m mad at you,” he whispers. He tries so hard to keep that humorous undertone but it falls sort of flat. Not that she doesn’t get he’s being slightly funny. “Always out running around like reckless kids.” He leaves out that if they die they’re leaving behind a kid. Him. And at seventeen it wouldn’t be a big deal having to deal with foster-care or even adoption.

They know Dave would take care of him. That’s just not the point.

“Baby,” she whispers, her own tears pooling over as one runs down Jack’s face.

He wipes it away angrily. “I’m fine,” he grumbles.

Her smile saddens. She reaches out to him, hand palm up on the bed. He takes it without really thinking. “You’re too much like your father,” she chides, softly. “You’ve got to get out of that head of yours and tell me what’s wrong.” Squeezing his hand, a hot tear runs down her cheek.

Jack sucks in a choked breath and he stands, not even asking when Emily opens her arms up and he buries his face in her neck.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she promises, holding him closer. “I promise, Jack.”

And, God, what he would give to believe her.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #emily prentiss #jack hotchner #aaron hotchner #hotch whump #whumptowninwhumptober #hotchniss #but it's minimal #and you might not even really notice

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historic-old-guard-lover · 4 years

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Historically Booker’s native language would be Occitan and not French . He would also probably deeply resent standard / Parisian French since the government did their damnest to erase regional languages and still do it today .

Agreed! There was another post about this, but since I got an ask (I love you, anon) I’ll elaborate. Buckle up for a primer on the evolution of the French language with a brief aside for troubadours, traveling musician-poets you wish were still a career option. No, being a rock star is not quite the same.

In the early medieval period (as early as ~900CE), the country we now call France had a language divide between the northern and southern regions. In the north, they spoke langues d'oïl which is what eventually became modern standard French. In the south, they spoke Occitan or lenga d'òc and a modern form of this language is known as Provençal. Looking at the regional sub-dialects, the more northern Occitan begins to sound like a langue d’oil and the more southern dialects begin to sound like Spanish.

As I touched upon in a previous post, this is because they all share similar roots as a romance language. Even though modern standard French is a langue d’oil, occitan managed to sneak a few things into the language. If you’ve learned French as a second language, you’ll know that when you respond yes (oui) to a negative question (you don’t like cheese? / tu n’aimes pas le fromage?) that you use a different yes (si). This is a skeleton of Occitan!

The why of the invention of “standard French” is, as most “standard” things are, a detour into nationalism. In 1635, Cardinal Richelieu (under Louis XIII) founded the Académie Française (French Academy) which was tasked with standardizing the French language so that it could be exported to the rest of Europe and used to gain further prestige of the role of French philosophers during the Enlightenment. During the French Revolution, it was disregarded, but Napoleon Bonaparte restored it as part of the Institut de France (Institute of France) in 1803. To this day, the Académie is tasked with publishing the French dictionary and inventing new words for things such as “e-mails” so that the French needn’t stoop to using English loan-words.

Another part of this was the Toubon Law (August 1994) which required French (the standard French from the Académie) to be used in all official documents and advertising. It required all advertising to use French and even set a certain percentage of music on the radio that must be French. This law was literally the government going “let’s make the French french again.” If a school doesn’t instruct in French (modern, standard French of course), then they can’t receive government funds. The only exception is Breton-language schools (Breton is as north as it gets and is a langue d’oil so it still helps crush Occitan).

Since the previous paragraph probably made you mad as heck, let me give you some irony to laugh at: some French people refer to this as the loi Allgood (“law” Allgood). To explain this joke, it helps to know that Toubon is the last name of the Minister of Culture at the time the law was passed. If you break down his last name, it sounds like “tout bon” in French which translates to “all good.” People took this law saying make everything French, goddammit and replied, sure thing Minister All-Good. I love it.

Now, for the troubadours! I learned standard modern French in high school, but at university I came across Occitan because of those romantic poets. I’ll put this aside below the break so you can continue on with your day if for some reason you’re not interested in medieval French rock star-poets...

Let me begin by quoting the Wikipedia definition:

A troubadour was a composer and performer of Old Occitan lyric poetry during the High Middle Ages (1100–1350). Since the word troubadour is etymologically masculine, a female troubadour is usually called a trobairitz.

Right away you may notice a few things: 1) they wrote and sang in Occitan; 2) it was an equal-opportunity field (though it was rare for a woman to be one). The first Troubadours were mostly noblemen, but later ones could come from any social class. Yes, you read that correctly: egalitarian travelling poets! If that doesn’t sell you on these performers, I don’t know what will. The troubadours spread their tradition throughout Europe and the only thing that could stop them was the Black Plague.

As you’d expect, they mostly sang about love. A lot of their poems were about courtly love and chivalry, but they could also get bawdy. The especially good performers would be sought after by courts like famous painters. Troubadours are essentially the apex bards: romantic, witty, charming, talented, and able to make serious bank.

To finish this, I will leave you with one of the bawdiest troubadour poems I know of, Farai un vers, pos mi somelh (The Ladies with the Cat) by Guillem de Peiteus. It’s essentially the story of a dude who has sex with these women who pick up a knight on a pilgrimage (though it plays with reality and this guy’s fantasies). I’ll include it in the original Occitan, and then a translation by Robert Kehew (I believe), verse-by-verse. Forgive me for my commentary in between, but I just want you to understand how freaking clever this poem is!

Farei un vers, pos mi somelh Em vauc e m’estauc al solelh. Domnas i a de mal conselh, E sai dir cals: Cellas c’amor de cavalier Tornon a mals.

While sound asleep I’ll walk along In sunshine, making up my song. Some ladies get the rules all wrong; I’ll tell you who: The ones that turn a knight’s love down And scorn it, too.

The singer is establishing himself as a troubadour. The protagonist is dreaming, so we should be careful about what is real and imagined. He’s also invoking the trope of the philandering knight constantly falling in love and breaking his heart.

Domna fai gran pechat mortal Qe no ama cavalier leal; Mas si es monge o clergal, Non a raizo: Per dreg la deuri’hom cremar Ab un tezo.

Grave mortal sins such ladies make Who won’t make love for a knight’s sake; And they’re far worse, the ones who’ll take A monk or priest-- They ought to get burned at the stake At the very least.

The Middle Ages were not at all chaste; yes, monks and priests were having sex. This isn’t as sexist as it may come across on a first reading however. He’s not saying women shouldn’t have sex (he’s actually saying that it’s a sin not to being having sex), he’s just upset that women who are clearly willing to have sex are turning *him* down. He’s not going to get any awards for feminist of the year, but he’s not the worst. I’m sure this would rouse cheers from a tavern.

En Alvernhe, part Lemozi, M’en aniey totz sols a tapi: Trobei la moller d’en Guari E d’en Bernart; Saluderon mi simplamentz Per sant Launart.

Down in Auvergne, past Limousin, Out wandering on the sly I ran Into the wives of Sir Guarin And Sir Bernard; They spoke a poper welcome then By St. Leonard.

These are recognizable locations along a pilgrimage route. There’s a good chance that these names are replaceable (Bernard can be replaced with any last name that rhymes with a saint) and this song could be used to goad the audience. And no, he hasn’t had sex with these ladies yet. They’re just saying hello (for now).

La unam diz en son latin: “E Dieus vos salf, don pelerin; Mout mi semblatz de bel aizin, Mon escient; Mas trop vezem anar pel mon De folla gent.”

One said in her dialect, “Sir Pilgrim, may the Lord protect Men so sweet-manned, so correct, With such fine ways; This whole world’s full of lunatics And rogues, these days.”

I think most would agree that this is happening in the knight’s sex-dream because she’s just sweet talking him. The awesome part is that the “dialect” reflects the singer actually adopting a Northern French language (they’re mutually intelligible). Guillem didn’t have to go that hardcore, but he did.

Ar auzires qu’ai respondut; Anc no li diz bat ni but, Ni fer ni fust no ai mentaugut, Mas sol aitan: “Barbariol, babariol, Babarian.”

For my reply--I’ll swear to you I didn’t tell them Bah or Boo, I answered nothing false of true; I just said, then, “Babario, babariew, Babarian.”

This guy just mocks their accents as a reply. Wildin’.

So diz n’Agnes a n’Ermessen: “Trobat avem que anam queren. Sor, per amor Deu, l’alberguem, Qe ben es mutz, E ja per lui nostre conselh Non er saubutz.”

So Agnes said to Ermaline, “Let’s take him home, quick; don’t waste time. He’s just the thing we’d hoped to find: Mute as a stone. No matter what we’ve got in mind, It won’t get known.”

In this stanza we see two repeats and a new thing. First, the names are easy to replace (Agnes doesn’t even have to rhyme with anything) so that this can be done to call out a specific woman’s name. Second, the language skills are being flaunted again as this Occitan-speaker is just casually showcasing that he can sing about sex in other languages too, thankyouverymuch. Lastly, this is WOMEN voicing their desire, not men. The man is silent, they think he’s incapable of speech. This is two women in a poem/song getting to steer the story how they please. Stepping back, this is a guy’s sex-dream so you could argue he’s just got a kink for dominant women, but regardless that’s a pretty cool way to turn masculinity on its head.

La unam pres sotz son mantel Menet m’en sa cambra, al fornel. Sapchatz qu’a mi fo bon a bel, El focs fo bos, Et eu calfei me volentiers Als gros carbos.

Under her cloak, one let me hide; We slipped up to her room’s fireside. By now I thought one could abide To play this role-- Right willingly I warmed myself At their live coals.

Yes, this dude is saying he’s more than happy to let the women take charge. Don’t kink-shame him.

A manjar mi deron capos, E sapchatz agui mais de dos, E noi ac cog ni cogastros, Mas sol nos tres, El pans fo blancs el vins fo bos El pebr’ espes.

They served fat capons for our fare-- I didn’t stop at just one pair; We had no cook or cook’s boy there, But just us three. The bread was white, the pepper hot, The wine flowed free.

A capon is a castrated rooster, fattened for eating. He’s being fattened (and emasculated by letting them take control) before the women get down to their fun with him.

“Sor, aquest hom es enginhos, E laissa lo parlar per nos: Nos aportem nostre gat ros De mantenent, Qel fara parlar az estros, Si de renz ment.”

N’Agnes anet per l’enujos, E fo granz et ac loncz guinhos: E eu, can lo vi entre nos, Aig n’espavent, Q’a pauc non perdei la valor E l’ardiment.

“Wait, sister, this could be a fake; He might play dumb just for our sake. See if our big red cat’s awake And fetch him, quick. Right here’s one silence we should break If it’s a trick.”

So Agnes brought that wicked beast, Mustachioed, huge, and full of yeast; To see him sitting at our feast-- Seemed less than good; I very nearly lost my nerve And hardihood.

So yes, he’s joking about almost loosing his boner and there’s that language play again. The big part of the ending, however, is the imagery of the red cat. Cats are typically associated with women, and the color red tempts the mind into thinking of it as female passion or some kind of prowling sexuality (with undertones of evil). The subtext here is that they’re going to test him by letting this cat scratch him up to see if he’ll cry out. If he can keep his mouth shut and allow the womens’ passions, he can stay. If he can’t, he’s out. Ultimately, I’m going to say that this poem is subtly for women’s empowerment. Go scratch up your knights, ladies.

#the old guard #historic #reference #sebastien le livre #booker #french #nationalism #language standardization #occitan #troubadours #i wish i was as cool as troubadours #so underappreciated #asks #lovely anon

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hi cam. loved hanging here in your tumbler and podcast. and i love how you stan dianna and taylor. me too i love them both. i just want to share my idea about swiftgron.. you dont have to post this.. i just want to reach out to you, coz i know how much you love them..

this is crazy, i know, but taylor is so good at this.. ive been speculating that she and dianna been back together since 2016 but not as solid as it is, dianna is married but they patching things up.they are trying to make it work, until 2018, thats the time dianna got approved by taylors team (yup she got the approval) (thanks tree)... when dianna get divorce as she sould, thats the time theyve been ofc together as solid as rock..

so about karlie and lily and other girls.. karlie is the rebound/PR.. karlie needs taylor to boost her image for her bf josh family, as a return, she will be baited on some taylor songs, taylor knew she have a lot of gaylor fans so to protect her relationship with dianna she used karlie, taylor trusted karlie.. the bait and switch started on reputation, until lover.. when karlie fall out, lily came in (for destruction purposes). the daisy, gold, big sur-everything thats dianna. its all about dianna. when lover came out, dianna is helping taylor on some ideas about mv even in the album, they are helping each other... they have plan to come out during the lover fest. she hinted it when she release the babe.. babe is dianna, and dianna always calls taylor bluff coz she is over dramatic.

not until the masters heist happened, the plan was changed, thats the reason why taylor was very devastated during the last quarter of 2019. if the masters heist never happen it will be a circus when they came out coz a lot of celebrities are planning to back them up, i mean they will also come out so that it will not only taylor will be on hot sit, its a great plan (brie is one of them).. but didnt happen..

and so the folklore and evermore, this is the day when all my questions have been answered, especially during the long pond session.. folklore is dianna's expertly, and im sure they are writing songs together. dianna is very talented as she is, taylor knew that. in poetry, literature, music, so when they join to work together they create a masterpiece.. william is dianna for sure.. they are quarantining together,( dianna ig post during quarantine most of them are throwbacks). some songs in folklore and evermore are diannas pov.. i even hear her at back vocals on champagne problem.. the instruments used are just diannas fave.. and the grammygate, why did taylors team push to put joe as producer? and why jack and aaron have no say about it? they both know that theres someone who help in production..joe is a cover.. and it is messed up.. taylor knew its a mess but she will do anything to protect their relationship..

taylor been very private since 2016, esp today.. until no one discover about them, they will remain on hiding and writing songs.. and if the time comes that they will be outed, taylor have an escape plan, i really hope it will not reach on that situation... im really happy knowing taylor is happy right now, leaving the life they wanted and dreamed of.. outing now is not a good idea, they knew that.

one more thing, about "the man" taylor is doing that disguise since 2012 with dianna. exile is 2014 ama.. betty is taylor, james is dianna. august is michele. yep michele bday is augs.thats when met gala 2014, when taylor seen michele and di together, taylor even put that scene on wildest dream, and bury that gown on lawymmd. all the school and 17 references is about glee days.. if you will watch the EHC mv, thats sums up everything. the paris, the tents (willow) school(glee), the projector with old paris, can be seen also in the lover mv.

folklore and evermore mirrors all what theyve been through on their relationship, also with rep and lover..

dianna is very talented as taylor.. they really should get married or already did-im not sure about that though..

its just my idea.. im not claiming anything is true. its not a fanfic though.. just want to share it with you coz i know you really love swiftgron and i think swiftgron stans deserved to be happy too.. ✌✌

no need to post this one.. i dont want to out them.. it will be our loss (fans) if that happens.. will just keep trying to protect them both.. thanks for reading.. really loved the podcast im a fan..

anon sweetie angel i’m posting this because i need to tell you this is completely untrue and you sound a little bit like… not good about all this. you sound like you have deluded yourself into this idea and it’s very conspiratal and elaborate and not based in reality.

i don’t support that kind of thinking here. it’s always ok to wonder and theorize and ofc fanfic is really fun too but there is absolutely no reason to think swiftgron has had anything going on lately.

as you know i’ve made friends in the industry and the ones run in dianna’s circle have confirmed she was really with winston marshall- he was her real husband that was not fake or for pr. the ones that know people who know or worked with taylor suggested she really dated calvin and then really did date lily donaldson (and who knows who else but during the 1989 tour she was w calvin and during rep tour she was with lily).

taylor and dianna absolutely did not quarantine together i know this for a fact. dianna was in nyc and taylor was in london.

but even without tea and bts info there is absolutely no reason to think swiftgron is together. they have been spotted one single time together since 2014 in public at snl in 2019. that is just not how this stuff works. if taylor and dianna were together they would live near one another and dianna would travel on tour with taylor (like lily did on rep tour) and they would be discreet but they would be spotted together.

the way you’re coming at this is unhealthy and unrealistic imo and out of love for a fellow swiftgron i feel compelled to tell you that. it’s fine to like the ship, it’s fine to believe they dated back in the day, it’s fine to wish they get back together, it’s fine to look for references and clues and ofc to stan them, but i don’t think it’s healthy to view it the way you are. there’s zero evidence nor tea to suggest they are together and that’s the reality we live in and it’s very important to me that people who interact with my content understand that.

i hope this didn’t come off as harsh i don’t mean it to i hope you read this in a kind tone but i do feel a responsibility to tell you this.

coming up with weird complicated and convoluted conspiracies just because you like them both just isn’t it it’s not what i want my readers to do. it’s not what the blog is for or about.

#anonymous #swiftgron #gaylor swift

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SkyFire 3: Chapter 9

BBC Radio 1 Breakfast Show with Nick Grimshaw : October 2017

Word count: 3.8k

SkyFire 3 MASTERLIST

Please for the love of god, if you like the story just hit the reblog button. I’m starting to run out of motivation to post since no one ever shares these chapters.

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After the Phoenix show, the band took a weeklong break before meeting back up in Paris to kick off the European leg of the tour. During their break, Adam returned home to his young family and Sarah and Mitch took a short vacation together, while Aurora and Harry joined Niall in celebrating the release of his debut album, Flicker. They, along with Liam, Louis and some of Niall’s friends and family all arrived at his London house for dinner and drinks to celebrate the launch after Niall had spent the day doing press. It was a really casual evening, with everyone scattered throughout the living room, kitchen, and heated patio. Later in the evening Aurora found herself sandwiched on the sofa between Liam and Louis while Harry was off being the social butterfly he was, flitting from one conversation to the next. Rori loved that about the two of them, as much as they loved each other they never felt the need to be glued to each other’s sides when out with friends. She had just finished filling the boys in on the excitement of the first leg of the tour when Liam posed a question.

“I noticed you guys have a 2 week break between Milan and Singapore,” he said. “Got anything planned?”

“We’re planning to be home for 8 or 9 days and then fly to Singapore a few days early to hopefully explore a little,” Rori explained. “Why?”

“Well I was wondering if you wanted to get in the studio with me,” Liam replied. “Lou and I wrote a song a few months back and the demo I put together got selected for the next Fifty Shades soundtrack, but they want it to be a duet. We thought you’d be the perfect fit.”

“Oooh, that sounds like fun,” Rori smiled. “Do you have the demo on your phone?” Liam nodded and Rori fished her AirPods out of her purse and quickly linked them with Liam’s phone to listen through the track. “I love it!” she declared once it reached the end. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun.”

They were interrupted from continuing by a slightly tipsy Niall calling everyone’s attention to where he was standing on the coffee table.

“EVERYONE!” Niall yelled. “I just wanna thank ya all for being here to celebrate all of this. It’s mental that after so many months my baby is finally out in the world and every single one of you played a part in helping make this happen.”

“TO NIALL!” Rori yelled, raising her glass in the air. Everyone echoed her words, cheersing the jolly Irishman.

xXx

A week and a half after Niall’s album launch, after shows in both Paris and Cologne, the Styles’ were back in London for two back to back shows in Hammersmith. The day after the shows, before they headed up to Manchester Harry was due to appear on Nick Grimshaw’s breakfast show on BBC Radio One as Kiwi was releasing as a single that day. Unfortunately, when Harry came of the stage after the second show his voice was in shambles. The tour doctor headed straight for Harry’s dressing room and after a quick consult he was placed on vocal rest for the next 36 hours in preparation for the next show. Aurora immediately called Grimmy to explain the situation while Jeff attempted not to panic before joining her on the call. After much discussion between the 3 of them and many eye rolls from Harry, it was decided that Aurora would attend the interview the following morning so that Nick wasn’t left hanging without a guest and Harry would stay home to rest before travelling up to Manchester in the afternoon.

xXx

“Good morning you’re listening to BBC Radio One, I’m Nick Grimshaw and this morning I was supposed to be joined by Mr Harry Styles but unfortunately Hazza’s come down with a bit of a cold so he’s sent along his wonderful wife to fill in for him. Aurora thank you for joining me.”

“Thank you for having me Grimmy,” Rori replied. “Wish it was a bit later in the day, but you did buy me a coffee so I’ll let you off without too many complaints.”

“How generous of you love,” Nick smirked.

“Only for you,” she giggled, throwing a wink across the table towards her friend.

“So, I had all these fantastic, insightful question for Harry about the album and the tour and the release of Kiwi as a single today, but alas I’ve had to throw all that out the window. Figured since I’m bluffing the questions, we might have a bit of fun today and given that it’s Hazzas fault you’re up this early, what do you say we have that fun at his expense?”

“Are you gonna get me in trouble when I get home Nick?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it love. Besides we both know he’d never get mad at you, that boy is smitten with you.”

“We’ll see about that. What sort of fun did you have in mind?”

“How about we throw to a song and when we come back, I’ll start with a few softball questions.”

“You’re going to play nicely, aren’t you?” Rori asked as the mics were muted and a song started playing for the listeners.

“Of course,” Nick smiled. “I know where your boundaries are, and I text Harry last night to see what he was comfortable with us discussing in regards to song meanings and he gave us the all clear.”

“Alright then,” Rori sighed. “I guess it’s too late now to back out.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Nick laughed. “We’re gonna have a fun morning. You ready? Song’s almost done.”

Aurora nodded and readjusted her headphones.

“Welcome back, if you’re just tuning in, I’m joined this morning by the one and only Aurora Styles. Now Rori, your husband Harry, he’s a good mate of mine and the fans listening at home will be very aware that our boy H doesn’t like to talk about his private life much but between us gals I’ve got a few questions.”

“Oh god.”

“Now, now. We’ll have none of that. I’m wondering what married life is like?”

“It’s wonderful,” Rori answered. “We’ve been married for a little over 7 months now and it couldn’t be better.”

“And you’ve been together for what, 4 years now?”

“Something like that,” Rori agreed.

“What was it that first made you fall for him?”

“Oh um... I’m not sure what the first thing was, it just kind of happened. The dimples certainly didn’t hurt,” she joked. “But in all seriousness, I think it was just how genuine he was.”

“Boring,” Nick replied, rolling his eyes dramatically.

“No, I’m serious,” Rori laughed. “We met at the AMAs right before my first ever solo performance and I was in the middle of a panic attack and he just sat down next to me in the hallway and talked to me until I calmed down. We’d never met before and he just saw me freaking out and thought ‘I’m gonna help her’. You don’t find a lot of genuinely kind people in this industry and he’s always astounded me with how selfless he is.”

“That’s too cute. It’s disgusting. How do you manage being in a relationship with someone who is idolized by such an intensely loyal fan base?”

“Honestly, I love Harry’s fans. How could I not? They love the same things in him that I do. They recognize his talent and his kindness and they’re so supportive of everything he does. I’m honestly just so proud of him so of course I love his fans because he deserves to be adored.”

“You’re very sappy this morning sweetheart,” Nick replied. “Don’t get me wrong I’m loving it, you’re normally much sassier with me when you’re more awake. So how has it been being on tour with Harry and being a part of the band?”

“Oh my god, it’s so much fun. We have the best time when we’re all playing together, and we all get along so easily that it never feels like work. The tour has been incredible so far, getting to play this fantastic album to so many fans. I’m very lucky. There aren’t a lot of careers where you get to spend every day with your husband doing what you both love.”

“Speaking of the incredible album let’s play the new single Kiwi and when we come back, we might have a bit of a chat about the other tracks.”

After Kiwi finished, Nick grinned cheekily across the desk at Aurora as he welcomed the listeners back. “And we are back everyone, now before the song break, we were discussing Harry Styles, the self-titled debut of Harry Styles and Aurora I’d love to pick your brain about it since you were involved in the entire creation process, weren’t you?”

“From writing to recording,” Rori agreed.

“So which track is your favourite?”

“That’s tough. There are a lot of very personal songs on the album and in one way or another they’re all my favourites for very narcissistic reasons, but I think if I had to pick one, I think I have to pick Sweet Creature. It’s just a beautiful song.”

“You would pick a song written for you as your favourite.”

“I mean in my defence every song on the album is either about me or I wrote it so there was no humble way to answer that question, and also Nick,” she paused, smirking in anticipation for the rest of her sentence, “who said it’s about me?”

“Wait. Are you saying you’re not Harry’s Sweet Creature? Well who is it about? Did he step out on you?” Nick joked.

Aurora chuckled. “No, he didn’t step out on me, and I’m not telling you. She knows who she is and all I’ll say is that not all love is romantic love. Besides everyone who assumed it was about me didn’t even really listen to the song. I mean how could we have started out as ‘two hearts in one home’?”

“Well I’m sure all the fans listening are having a bit of a breakdown right now over that,” Nick laughed. “I want to come back to talking about the album later, but since you’ve never been shy about addressing fan theories, I thought it might be a bit of fun to look at what fans are talking about online. I’ve taken to Twitter, Instagram and Tumblr overnight to find out what's on their minds, what do you say Rori?”

“Let’s do it,” Rori replied.

“Excellent. Let’s play a song first and when we come back, we’ll be addressing fan questions, and speculations. This is Taylor Swift with Look What You Made Me Do.”

While the song played Rori and Nick talked and joked around about what he had found online and he promised, once again, that he wouldn’t put her in any uncomfortable situations.

“Welcome back,” Nick said. “This morning we’re answering the internets burning questions with Aurora Styles. First ones gonna be a soft ball Rors. It’s from twitter user @IwouldSellMyLeftKidneyForAuroraStark, who tweeted: My life is in desperate need for an Aurora Styles solo album/tour. Who do I have to kill to make this happen? So, when are we getting your solo work, love?”

“Oh wow, that’s very sweet,” Aurora replied with a blush, “But please don’t sell your kidney for me, you’re gonna need that. As for the solo work, while I appreciate the support, I don’t think I will ever go solo. I enjoy the collaborative process too much and a solo tour just wouldn’t be as much fun as touring with Harry. I will continue posting covers and demos to my YouTube channel and we have been tossing around the idea of a demo tape album so maybe you will get an album from me at some point.”

“Well I for one would be first in line for a vinyl of your Demo Tapes series,” Nick replied. “I found a tweet with a theory about some of your songs from twitter user @HarrysSuits. How cute is it that Aurora Styles has like 5 Songs that she’s written either about or with Harry that have the same or very similar titles to 1D songs? I mean there’s The Little Things, Just You and I, Still I Fly, Where I Belong, and All Night.”

“I mean when you lay it out like that there’s definitely a trend,” Rori admitted with a chuckle.

“You didn’t do it intentionally?” Nick asked.

“Not at all. Yikes. Makes me sound like a bit of a fan girl doesn’t it? Naming all my songs after theirs?”

“A little bit,” Nick chuckled, holding up his hand with his thumb and forefinger pinched together.

“How embarrassing,” Rori said sarcastically.

“Very embarrassing,” Nick replied with a matching tone. “I hope they don’t notice because how awkward would it be if they know you’re a fan?”

“I’d die.”

“Thank god this is a private chat that no one else is listening too,” Nick laughed. “Ok so earlier in the show you hinted at the story behind Sweet Creature and I was hoping, since Hazza isn’t here to stop us, we can dive into the rest of the album. The fans and I couldn’t help but notice that there seems to be a bit of a common theme throughout the album with it being tied into the Columbia shooting and I've got a fan observation here from the account @18monthsTheySaid, it’s quite an in-depth thread but I’d love to get your take on it so here we go:

Whatever you do, don’t think about the fact that at least 4 tracks off HS1 are about Aurora and the Columbia shooting. These are obviously just my interpretations of the songs and I might be wrong but I’m gonna say it anyway.

Meet me in the Hallway: I think this is about the immediate aftermath. He’s roaming the hospital hallways, needing pain relief and he’s ‘gotta get better’ because he feels the need to pull himself together and be there for Aurora. He’s begging her ‘Just let me know…’ because he’d do anything to fix it or make it easier for her.

Sign of the Times is probably one of the most overt ones on the album, I mean ‘why are we always stuck’n running from the bullets’? and I’m pretty sure ‘we don’t talk enough… will we ever learn?’ is about how we can never seem to have an actual conversation about gun reform in this country and until we do we’ll never change.

Two Ghosts: ‘we’re not who we used to be’ is obviously about the fact that they both changed so much in the wake of the shooting and I think the idea of them being ghosts is Harry examining the alternative reality where she didn’t survive and maybe he wouldn’t have survived it either.

Ever Since New York: I mean the title says it all really. ‘Tell me something I don’t already know’ is maybe asking the doctors for better news because she went through so many surgeries and the results were always the same. And ‘Brooklyn saw me empty at the news’ I think is reference to Rori’s dad, Steve Rogers who’s from Brooklyn and some of the Avengers call him that occasionally in interviews.”

Aurora remained silent for a moment once Nick finished reading out the twitter thread. She was so often blown away by how observant the fans were and how much they picked up on. “When we sat down to write the album in 2016 we were so heavily stuck in the aftermath of Columbia that I don’t think it’s a surprise to anyone that a lot of the album is in reference to what happened to me and the fallout from that,” she explained. “This album was about us piecing ourselves back together in many ways and I think if you listen to the whole thing you can hear that entire process of us healing together. The incredible thing about Harry as a songwriter and as a performer is that he’s always been so good at making you feel exactly what he’s feeling when he sings, and clearly people are picking up on that tone and over-arching theme.”

“Was it difficult to write about what happened?” Nick asked.

“Some days,” Rori admitted. “There were a lot of tears but the thing I love the most about music, and the entire song writing process, is that it’s the best form of therapy. When I’m writing I can admit to feelings I wouldn’t otherwise be able to talk about. You can be really vulnerable in way that feels safe and comforting and then when you’re able to share that with the world and you let them in, it’s an incredible experience.”

“And I think I speak for everyone when I say how much we appreciate you and Harry letting us in. Now before either of us get too mushy, let’s throw it over to your favourite track off the album. This is Sweet Creature.”

While the song played, Nick looked across the desk to where Aurora was taking a deep breathe to steady her nerves after talking about something so personal. She loved talking about song writing and the meanings behind her lyrics, but she always got a little nervous when it was Harry’s songs she was talking about, knowing that he felt the opposite about sharing the stories behind the songs. He had told her countless times that while he wasn’t comfortable having those conversations he would never stop her from talking about it, but his silence on the topic always made his fans desperate for information which put a lot of pressure on her when she spoke about his work.

“Alright,” Nick said, “you ready for the last one?”

“Is it what I think it is?

“It is. Not too late to back out if you don’t want me to ask. We can just talk about the BBC recording or about the tour some more.”

“No, it’s ok,” she replied. “It’s about time I say something. Just nervous about the response.”

Nick nodded in understanding and turned back to the microphone as the song reached its end. Aurora felt her heartrate rising and her hand started to shake as anxiety clawed at her throat.

“Now we’ve been addressing fan theories and answering the internet’s burning questions here this morning and we can’t really have a segment like this without touching on the biggest theory surrounding Harry that dates back to the very early days of his career and I know neither of you have ever addressed this publicly but when we were chatting last night about you filling in for him I asked if it was ok to bring this up and you both agreed I could ask…”

Aurora shifted in her seat hesitantly, her palm growing sweaty as she anticipated the next question. She’d avoided commenting on it publicly ever since she and Harry announced their relationship, which was not to say she didn’t have strong opinions about the topic. She just knew that it would cause a stir amongst the fans.

“For years now, fans have speculated that Harry and his bandmate, Louis Tomlinson, are in a secret relationship and that they’re management forced them to hide it so as not to alienate their fan base. In the past both yourself and Louis’ girlfriends have been accused of acting as beards for the lads, but you’ve never addressed the overwhelming online presence of what the fans call Larry Stylinson.”

“I really don’t like talking about it, Grimmers,” Aurora began. “But I guess by staying silent a lot of fans have taken that as an answer, so what I will say is that I’m not angry at those fans. I am sad though. I’m sad that they think it’s ok to harass myself or Eleanor or Danielle or anyone else in Harry and Louis’ lives. I’m sad that they saw two boys who saw each other as family and loved each other and that those fans couldn’t accept that two men could show affection for each other without it being romantic love. What worries me are all the boys out there who see the way these girls have acted over the years and how much that has reinforced the toxic masculinity in their lives. The fear of being seen as gay stops so many boys and men from telling their friends that they love them. My best friend Ella and I act the exact same way as Lou and H did in the early days of the band but because we’re women no one has ever accused us of being lesbians. The harassment has affected all of us and I know that the fans are acting out of a place of love. They love the boys and they want them to be happy, but it’s honestly just gone too far, and it needs to stop. The Directioners are such wonderful people who are so inclusive and loving and I think they need to remember that and remember that we see the things that they say online. I guess if there was one thing I would say to those fans if they’re listening it would be that I know you love Harry and Lou, but by attacking myself and the other women in their lives you are hurting them and I’m certain that that is not what you want, so instead I ask you to channel that love into supporting them and lifting them up.”

“Thank you love. I know you don’t like talking about, but I must say I completely agree with you. Now we’re going to go to one more song and then when we come back, we’ll wrap this up and let you get on with your day. How about you introduce this next track, Rori?”

“Thanks, Grimmy,” Rori said. “From his incredible new album which dropped less than 2 weeks ago, here’s Niall Horan and myself with Seeing Blind.”

“You handled that well,” Nick told her once the mics were muted. “Kept your cool and explained yourself clearly.”

“Thanks,” Rori replied with a small smile. “Think I might stay offline for the next few days to avoid the worst of it.”

“Probably a good idea love,” Nick agreed. “Ready to finish this off?”

“Let’s do it.”

When the song ended the pair chatted for a few minutes about the rest of the tour before they reached the end of their timeslot. “Well thank you for joining me this morning for a bit of a cheeky gossip session Rors,” Nick finally said. “For those of you listening at home that are missing Harry this morning, tune in to BBC on Thursday night for Harry Styles at the BBC, an hour long show with live performances and interviews with yours truly.”

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leftenant-sinani · 4 years

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Tales from Grudgewill - Love of Our Lord Chapter 1

For some time now... i was thinking that maybe i should send my newest piece here. “Love of Our Lord”. Its basically a story about Lord Valnin (Not Uy-Mal Dzerma but Trildyn, because its alternate universe) dealing with his most recent problems like diplomacy, plague or love. The universe ive created is called “Grudgewill”, a fantasy universe based on Elder Scrolls, WarCraft, Dragon Age and perhaps a little on Warhammer Fantasy. I will send details about it later, but for now.. heres this little FanFiction ive made. This is just first chapter, i have second ready and im working on the third one, its going to be a long way. And i want to thank @avengercommander and @witharsenicsauce for inspiring me to do this, for helping me with writing and also for being very good friends, i cannot thank them enough for either. Anyway, i hope you will like it. ;)

Note : Almost all of the Valnin's lovers are characters taken from other games, most importantly Mass Effect : Andromeda and XCOM 2 : War of The Chosen, you can Google them, so you will know how they at least look like, for the Trio of Masters, Google up XCOM 2 Chosen. As for the Valnin himself, just Google up a Dark Elf from Elder Scrolls series, if you want some picture in particular, he would look like this most probably : cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/016/494/335/large/shamine-king-portrait-practice-adana-02-da.jpg?1552379572, Art by Shamine King And i know this is a huge crossover thing, and in my official lore this will not be a thing, but hey, i started this story when i was drunk and i want to finish it, so i don't care anymore. smileyface Also, please excuse the grammar mistakes, english is not my first language, but i am trying my best.

Chapter I : First Things First

Lord Valnin was in difficult situation right now. He had no idea what to do first. The two other rulers of Icestand required his help with the plague in their regions, half of his army was demoralized because of this undead menace that was coming from the South, and there was also this most difficult choice, he would have to make... to choose one of his loyal companions, who would share their life with him until the very end of all things, despite the sad fact most of them will not live as long as Valnin. The Lord dropped into his chair, thinking about what to do, but all he wanted, was peace and quiet for at least a day or two. His blood red eyes focused on the rise of sun, its beams already touching Valnin's light blue skin. "Sometimes... I wish I didn't accept Watcher's offer. It surely would be easier than having to rule a kingdom" He said quietly to himself, so no one would hear him. As he continued to watch the dawn, his mind came with an idea after a minute. "First things first, I have to deal with this little love problem. After all, it's the closest problem I have here" He told himself quietly again. But then he frowned a little, as he was thinking about who to take. He couldn't think of who to choose. After all, he loved them all equally. He knew that having six lovers would be a bit crazy, but after all, no one was stopping him from doing so, unless one of them would disagree. "Hmm... It is an insane idea, Valnin, but you know you just cannot choose between them, you would then feel bad for the rest" He said with a bit of a louder tone this time. He then realized it, and stayed quiet for at least ten seconds, hoping that no one heard has him. Silence. He sighed a sigh of relief. He then felt odd, as he realized that he was pretty paranoid about all this. "Being a ruler will kill you one day, Trildyn" He told himself again in quiet tone.

It was a normal day in Third Kindgom of Icestand. Valnin's experts, soldiers and servants were doing their standard routines, and all the work he had was tons of paperwork again. It wasn't really easy for his mental health, since he had a lot of problems of his own, and yet, he still had to deal with things in his own kingdom, in kingdoms of his co-rulers and also with things from other provinces and most of all, the Emerald Empire. It surely wasn't boring but more like irritating. Doing all the same things all over again despite the fact they should've been done already can be really mind-bothering. It took almost three quarters of the day to get all the formal things done. The Lord was sitting in his throne, his palm on his left cheek, enjoying the peace he finally got for the rest of the day. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about what he should do now that everyday's work has been done. His thoughts were interrupted by a voice of his runner who just got here "Your lordship, i hate to interrupt you, but Lord Arput II and Lord Voltor-Kal requested your presence in three days in Second Kingdom's capital". Valnin's face then shaped into annoyed expression, he sighed "Very well, tell them i'll be there, my servant". The runner bowed, and was on his way again. The Lord shifted in his throne again as he wanted to continue to think, but he couldn't. Something was keeping him from it. He got up, straightening his long black hair and then he thought about that he could visit one of his companions. But who? That was the question...

Captain of the Royal Security, Jaal Ama Darav, was just preparing to get out of his armor and head to his quarters, when suddenly someone knocked on the door. "Stars, what is it now?" He said under his breath. He cleared his throat and said just loudly enough so the person behind the door could hear him "Come in". He then checked his desk if he didn't forget anything while he heard the door open "I sincerely hope this is important. I had a long day, and I want to-" He stopped in the mid of his talk when he looked at the person who just came in. It was Lord Valnin, kindly smiling, his red eyes barely recognizable in the dim lights. "Oh, my Lord, I apologize, I didn't know that it was you" Jaal said with concerned voice. The Lord continued to smile, then he calmly said "Don't be so worried, Jaal. I just wanted to check up on you, my dearest Captain". The Angaran man blushed slightly, making his pink-white cheeks a little bit blue even though it couldn't really be seen in the dark ambience of his large office. "So how was your day, Jaal?" The Lord asked. The Captain slightly hesitated to tell him his honest thoughts, but in the end, he knew that there was something between him and Valnin, at least he felt that way and also the fact that Angara are more open with their feelings than most races made him say it, starting with a sigh "I... had a difficult day, my Lord. The new recruits we've got from the Empire? It is very difficult to work with them. If I would call them uneducated roekaar, it would be an understatement". Valnin felt that Jaal was feeling frustrated, but he couldn't help himself but to ask "Excuse me, but... uneducated what?". Jaal looked at Valnin with his blue almost cat-like eyes "Roekaar. It means stubborn people in free translation". Valnin nodded his head in understanding. "Well, you know what they say, you cannot trust n'wahs, the outlanders" Valnin said. The Captain just slowly nodded in agreement "Indeed, m'lord". Then there was a moment of silence between them, as they couldn't find subject to talk about. The silence has been broken when Jaal asked his Lord "Lord Valnin... I know this might be an inappropriate question, but is there-" He stopped, as he started to hesitate again. He just couldn't straight ask his own Lord if he cares about him as his lover. Valnin raises a brow "Yes?". Jaal looked at him for a second, then nervously looked away as the words were stuck in his throat. The Lord slowly came to him, putting his bare blue hand on Jaal's wide shoulder and while he was looking into his eyes, he said "Jaal, if there is anything on your heart, just tell me. I know it is kind of difficult to talk like that in front of your own ruler, but in the end, we are all just living beings". His words sounded so powerful when he was so close, almost like it was some kind of curse. The Angaran's eyes met with Lord's, returning him the confidence he needed to say it. "I just feel like there is something between us, my Lord. You gave me a few hints in the past, but I didn't think much of it. And recently, you were giving me lots of those odd looks and hints, it almost felt you like me, but in a way of a lover". As Valnin was processing what Jaal said, he just smiled "Tell me then, do you feel something towards me, my loyal subject?". And again, the Captain didn't have a slightest idea of what to say. The eye contact was still going, though. Nervous glare meeting the calm one. Jaal's imagination was going wild of what could happen in next few moments if he would be completely honest with him, alas his Angaran nature wasn't making it easy for him, he couldn't hold it anymore. "My lord... you are the most interesting and also most odd being I have ever known" he said in nervous but still voice as Valnin was smiling at him with his one brow slightly up. "You are an inspiration for me. For your men. For your whole kingdom" He continued with less and less nervousness in his voice. "I also find your race very fascinating. The wonderful scent of your hair. Your smooth blue skin. Your intriguing eyes, they can be both intimidating and pleasant to look at. They are like glittering..." He stopped as he was thinking for few seconds. "...I believe humans call it rubies" He said with sincere smile which revealed his almost-white teeth. The Lord was pleasantly surprised by all those words, his face bright with expression of smile so large, that it almost looked like his mouth was going to rip. "Oh, dearest Jaal, you have no idea how much i am flattered right now. I have to admit, you are very good with words, Captain" Valnin said with that never-ceasing smile. Jaal blushed slightly again, and gave him a warm smile back "Not as good as you are when it comes to politics, your Lordship". They shared their smiles once again, but then Jaal kindly asked "So how is it really, my Lord? Do you feel the same towards me as i do towards you?". The Lord went for it, and kissed Jaal ever so softly on his right cheek which left the Angaran man just standing there wide-eyed. "There's your answer, my dearest Jaal" Valnin said quietly, but loudly enough so Jaal would hear him. The Captain could not find any words to react with. "Good night, Jaal" The Lord said, and before Jaal could wish him back, he was gone. "... Good night, taoshay" Jaal said to himself even though he wanted his Lord to hear it, but who knows, maybe he did, elves have very good ears after all.

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jeongyunhoed · 4 years

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Spellbound

Member: Yunho Part 3 of 3 (Part 1) (Part 2) Genre: Fluff, angst A/N: Here’s the final chapter of this three-parter! I hope you all like it!

Part 3

She wanted to scream, to lash out at something. She was in love with Yunho, head over heels for him, but this curse placed on her family was the only thing that stood in her way. Why did her great-grandmother have to do this to herself? Why did she have to bring this onto everyone? She knew the clock would be ticking for Yunho, and for her, and the last thing she wanted was for Yunho to be away from her. She wanted him to be near, but she knew she couldn’t.

Even if it broke her heart, as long as Yunho lived, it would all be alright. She didn’t want to go through what her mother, what her grandmother, what her aunts went through, but it seemed like the only way for him to live. She didn’t speak to anyone for the next few days, didn’t answer Yunho’s messages, she couldn’t bear to pick up the phone when he called either. She didn’t want to break down for the fifth time in a day. They had yet to make things official between them, and yet, she knew his time was limited if they did, what more if they got married.

She couldn’t talk about Yunho the rest of the week at work, and she took earlier shifts so she wouldn’t have to see him. She stopped by at her aunt’s apartment, with the slight hope that something could still be done but she wasn’t sure. It felt like a lost cause, but she still had to try. “Hey,” she said, upon seeing her aunt take out the cake from the oven.

“Hi, what’s up? Your mother has been telling me what you’ve been going through. I’m surprised you still manage to find the strength to go to work” said her aunt, who gestured for her to sit down.

“I have to go to work, but I took an earlier shift, as mom probably told you,” She said.

“Mhmm,” Her aunt hummed, handing her a plate with a slice. “She told me about the boy you love, and how you bolted out of his house because you realized he was the one you wished for,” Her aunt gave her a judging look. “That’s why there’s the saying that you have to be careful of what you wish for” Her aunt added, sitting down across from her. “Why didn’t you agree anyway? Why couldn’t you have stayed?”

“Because my heart feels like it’s about to break in a million more pieces the more I think about it. I can’t bear losing Yunho. It’s like he’s already the love of my life, and I haven’t even lived out the rest of my life yet” she admitted, not caring how dramatic she must’ve sounded to her aunt.

“That’s the spell you cast after all, the amas veritas,” Her aunt said. “True love, the one you’ll love forever, didn’t you read the description?”

She could only shake her head as she picked at the sides of her cake. “I told him to stay away if he cared about me.”

“Why on earth would you do that?” Her aunt looked taken aback. “If you’re near him, you’d die of a broken heart, if you’re apart, you’d still die of a broken heart.”

“Aunt-” She gave her aunt a look. “I just wanted to protect him.”

“He’s the one you wished for, what makes you think he’ll want to be away from you? If he really is the one, he will hear your call, no matter how far both of you are from each other, and he’ll hear the same song you’ll listen to on an ordinary day, a spell like that is so powerful, that it can’t even be undone” Her aunt explained, sounding almost amazed. “You two will be stuck for life, one can’t live without the other, almost like soulmates even.”

She looked up at her aunt. “How did great-great-great-great-great grandma die again? What made her cast this vow on herself?” She asked.

“The man she loved ran off with another woman, and she was pregnant with his child out of wedlock,” Her aunt recalled. “Generations later, and here we are.”

That gave her an idea, but it seemed too good to be true. “What if Yunho and I... “ She said, with a slight hope in her voice. “No, that might be unfair for him.”

“What do you mean?” Her aunt asked curiously.

“What if we made it official? What if… if the amas veritas works like you said, that we would be stuck together for life, what if...what if…” She was hesitant to say it. “A blood oath between him and I won’t do any good, would it?”

Her aunt stared at her. “It could be worth a try, but I don’t know if that would work. If getting married didn’t lift the curse, making a blood oath together could somehow help” They said with a shrug.

She looked down at her food. It did seem too good to be true. “There really has to be some way” She muttered.

“Remember, he ran off before they got married, and when she was pregnant with his child,” Her aunt pointed out. “It might take a show of faithfulness to lift the curse,” They looked down. “You two are already there, at that part, because of the amas veritas. It makes me wish I wished for my husband too, maybe then he wouldn’t have run off.”

The revelation made her look at her aunt. “Uncle...cheated on you?” She said quietly.

“Oh, yes, he did. A few times in the last few years of our marriage,” Her aunt chuckled. “I forgave him because I loved him that much, but then he died before we got a chance to start all over again.”

“...Did dad do that to mom?” She asked.

“No, he was the love of her life, and she was his, they were practically inseparable ever since they started dating,” Her aunt smiled upon remembering. “It appears to me, that you might’ve found him. Maybe that blood oath would work.”

“Maybe I could visit another shaman and maybe they could help with this, getting rid of curses thing,” She mumbled.

“You can, but why go there when you’ve clearly got a gift for magic too?” Her aunt said. “If the amas veritas worked, that’s also saying something about your own skills.”

“I don’t think Yunho would appreciate having a witch for a girlfriend.”

“I don’t think Yunho would appreciate not being with you either,” Her aunt countered.

“You know, I can’t help but imagine that if the curse was broken, the amas veritas spell would break too, and Yunho wouldn’t love me anymore.”

Her aunt gave her a look. “I already told you, a spell like amas veritas cannot be undone. If it’s true love, nothing can undo that.”

Silence came over them. Her aunt went back to eating the cake that was on her plate, while she stared at her own slice. “Before I left his house, he said to me that curses are only true if you believe in them and that he wished for me too.”

Just then, her phone rang. She took her phone out of her bag to see who called, and it seemed like an unknown number. “Hello?”

“Hey, hey, it’s Hongjoong, Yunho’s friend? We met at the convenience store one time?” Said the person on the other line. She sensed that something was wrong.

“Oh, hello, yeah I remember you,” She said. “Is there anything wrong?”

“Yunho…” His voice seemed to crack. “Yunho, you have to see him, he’s been looking for you and calling your name...something happened to him…”

She felt her heart sink. “...What happened?” She asked.

“He’s in the hospital...he ran into some bad people on the way out of the studio... got beat up, he’s hurt pretty bad, you have to come, please?” He was already crying. “Please come...he’s been calling for you…”

“I-I will…” Tears were already streaming down her face at the news and as she hung up. She turned to her aunt. “It’s already beginning, Yunho’s in the hospital, I have to see him” She said, getting up and leaving the apartment, sobbing.

She didn’t care at that moment. She had to see Yunho. If this was already death’s call to him after choosing to love her, then she would at least share these last moments with him. She took a taxi to the hospital Hongjoong told her and rushed inside upon arriving.

She skidded to a halt when she saw the group of guys standing outside an operating room, and more tears fell down her face as she slowly approached them. She noticed that his family was there too, all of them looking concerned, especially his mother, who was holding onto his father with worry and in tears.

“He’s been calling your name when it happened, you were all he could talk about” Hongjoong said upon seeing her.

“What happened to him now?” She choked up.

“They said he went into surgery…” Hongjoong replied.

She looked down. “It’s my fault, it’s all my fault” She said, slumping down against the wall and moving to sit down on the floor. “It’s all my fault…”

“How is it your fault?” Hongjoong bent down to sit in front of her.

“I-I told him to stay away from me, I wanted to keep him safe, and now it’s all my fault he’s in there” She buried her face in her hands, sobbing into her palms.

“How would he be safe away from you?...”

“I-my family’s cursed, that’s all you need to know…” She couldn’t bear to look up or at the face of Yunho’s friend.

“Earlier today, Yunho said to us, curses are only as powerful as one believes them to be, was that what he meant?” Hongjoong recalled what happened. She just nodded. “And then he said he doesn’t believe in curses.”

“This one is real, it’s real, and I don’t know how to break it” She kept shaking her head.

They suddenly heard some chattering coming in from the hallway. Looking up, she realized it was her aunt, followed by her mother, and to her surprise, her sister. Her aunt was carrying a thick book that she recognized was the book she got the spell from.

“I think I have found a way to break the curse” Her aunt suddenly said, making everyone else look at them in a confused manner. “We will have to conduct a seance, summon the spirit of great-great-great-great grandma to do it” They said, flipping through the book. “If she cast this curse on us, she will get us out of it, we can only try and hope for the best.”

“Unnie, it will be alright. For Yunho. We finally have a chance at breaking the curse” Her sister patted her on the shoulder.

“We will need Yunho’s parents to come along with us on this seance, their consent is needed for the next step” Her aunt said.

“The next step?” She sniffled.

“Yes. Yunho’s heart is pure, and his love for you is genuine, he’s the real thing” Her mom spoke. “If I couldn’t save your father, I’d at least hope to save my future son-in-law and the rest of our generations to come” Her mom added.

“Future...son-in-law?” She looked surprised.

“Yeah, I mean, you two are stuck with each other for life, that’s true love” Her mother said, in an effort to give her some hope. “You didn’t realize he was the guy you wished for until you went to his house. You two fell in love without the influence of a spell. The amas veritas only seemed to bring the two of you in the same place.”

“Come on, come on, we don’t have much time, Mr. and Mrs. Jeong, may we ask for your assistance with something? We think it can help keep your son safe” Her aunt introduced herself to his parents and explained the situation. To her surprise, they went along, asking Yunho’s brother to stay behind with his friends. She followed them into Yunho’s ward, and all of them sat down in a circle. “We must all join hands in a circle and close our eyes” Her aunt said to them, and they followed.

“Wither, weather, we are all here together, great-great-great-great grandmother, hear us, hear our plea, take away the curse you placed on our family tree” Her aunt chanted.

“Hear us, hear our plea, take away the curse you cast and set us free” Her mother spoke this time.

A bright light shone in the middle of the circle and a strong gust of wind blew inside the ward, having forced a window open. “Take away this curse, please, grandma. Yunho’s the love of my life, as I hope I am his,” She sniffled, her mind racing, her heart pounding as she whispered the words. “You have been hurt through your lifetime, but please don’t pass this on any further…”

As they continued chanting, a shimmering veil suddenly draped itself over her head and disappearing. She lay back, and opened her eyes, making the rest of them do the same. “Forgive me for acting too rashly out of my heartbreak,” A strange voice came from her, making her aunt and her mother stare. It was the voice of their ancestor. “I didn’t mean to curse our entire line, and make you lose the loves of your lives.”

“Grandma, you are forgiven,” Her mother said. “Please, allow your great-great-great-great-granddaughter to be happy, with the man she loves, who loves her just as intensely. I beg of you, grandma. Please let her be happy.”

“That is a promise, the curse is lifted” And the bright light was gone.

“Did it work?” Her sister suddenly asked.

Something blue suddenly blew into the ward from the open window. “It looks like a flower” Yunho’s mother pointed out, watching it land in the middle of the circle.

“Hey! That looks like those paper decorations you used to have” Her sister said to their aunt. “It also reminds me of the flower unnie wished on.”

“They wished for each other” Her mother said to his parents. “True love, and it was because of them, love went back in time to heal our ancestor’s broken heart.”

She opened her eyes. She was sitting on the bench by the window, inside Yunho’s ward. There was a blanket on her, and the room was quiet, save for the low chatter coming from her mother and Yunho’s parents at the side. His friends were also in the room, crowding around the bed where he was, stable and sound asleep.

She couldn’t remember what else happened during the seance, and yet for some reason, she felt like a big weight had lifted itself off of her. “Unnie” She saw her sister go up to her, handing her a cup of water.

“What happened? Did it work?” She muttered.

Her sister only smiled. “You got possessed by grandma. But if you want to see him, he’s sleeping, and he’ll be just fine” She said.

“Can I?” She asked, trying to be careful. She couldn’t be too sure if everything was alright.

“Just go to him, unnie. The love of your life is waiting” Her sister teased. “Or well, being all sleeping beauty.”

“Shush” She said, and her sister chuckled. As she got up, she saw something fall out from her lap. It was a blue flower. “This was on me the whole time? It even looks like those party decorations we used to have” She muttered.

“And the one you wished on to get him.” Her sister pointed out with a satisfied grin.

“When did you get here anyway?” She raised a brow.

“Didn’t mom tell you earlier? I was coming back for break, unnie. Imagine my surprise when my arrival couldn’t have come at a better time” Her sister teased.

They suddenly heard her name being called, breaking the silence. Yunho was beginning to stir, and he was mumbling her name. Hongjoong immediately gestured for her to come closer and she did. She stood next to the bed. There were some bruises on the sides of his face, and stitches near his hairline, but even then, it never took away from his handsome face. She gently held his hand, being careful not to press or touch any of the cords and saw that his knuckles looked bruised, hinting that he fought back.

“Yunho?” She whispered, and his eyes opened. A soft smile appeared on his lips. “Hey” She said.

He was still smiling. “I dreamt about you,” His voice was a little hoarse. “I dreamt that you were coming back to me, and it came true.”

She felt her eyes well with tears. “Of course I would. It was painful enough having to keep you away.”

“See? Curses are only as true as someone believes them to be. I’m still here.”

She smiled. The doctor suddenly came in. “Ah, I see he’s recovered this quickly. But I’m sorry if you have some plans for the next few weeks. You are not allowed to engage in strenuous exercise.”

“For how long?” She asked.

“A few months?!” His friends looked shocked, but nodded in understanding a moment later.

“It’s okay, we’ll win the competition for you, buddy” Mingi assured him.

“We can work around the choreography, just cheer for us, hmm?” Hongjoong assured him as well. “As long as you’re okay, and alive, that’s what matters.”

“And at least you have her to take care of you,” Wooyoung grinned.

She just smiled and gently squeezed his hand. “I’ll be there. We’re stuck together for life, there I said it” She muttered, cheeks heating up.

“Good” Yunho was beaming.

A few months later:

The two of them were taking a walk in the park. Yunho was transitioning to using a cane to walk properly after being wheelchair-ridden for the majority of his recovery. The bruises and stitches on his face were gone, as where the cuts and bruises on his knuckles. His hair had gotten slightly longer but he still looked good to her. “Just a little bit longer and I’ll be back to normal” He said, with one arm around her shoulders as they walked.

“Just take your time, there’s no need to rush into going back to your normal activities,” She said, keeping close so he could use her as support. “Your friends did say they were going to win the competition for you,” She added.

“I know, I just can’t wait to dance again, I miss being in the studio, I miss picking you up every night so we could go home together,” He pouted at her.

“But on the other side, I’ve been coming to you everyday since you got out, helping your parents take care of you, except for when you go to the bathroom” She teased.

“When we get married, you’ll have no choice but to go with me to the bathroom” Yunho laughed.

“Pretty bold of you to say that” She gently squeezed his side.

“Of course I’m bold enough to say that. Everyone knows we’re stuck together for life!” He smiled. “Imagine that, my dreams all came true this early.”

“There’s room for more dreams, bigger dreams” She said.

“Yeah, and all of those bigger dreams involve you too. Traveling all over Europe by train, going to a hot spring, sleep in a tent by the beach, those kinds of things” Yunho turned to her. “Probably go to a comic convention sometime, I never got to go to those.”

“You’ll have time to do that now while you can’t dance yet” She said.

“I guess I do,” He smiled. “What about you?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess all this time I never had much of a dream. I want to do all those things you said, and just live a satisfied life.”

“You went for a deep answer while I just listed down all the things I want to do” Yunho pointed out with a laugh.

“There’s nothing much else, is there? I guess that’s my only dream. To live a satisfied life, to live a curse-free life” She said.

“And your aunt said it was now over so you can breathe a little easier” He kissed the side of her head. “I wonder how it would be like when we finally live together.”

Her cheeks heated up. “We’d probably watch a movie until we fall asleep. Or we’d probably fight over what show to watch on tv. I can’t say we’re not going to fight, but I know we won’t ever sleep without making things right.”

He let go of her to hold up his pinky. “That’s a promise?” He asked.

She linked his pinky finger with hers. “That’s a promise” and they paused to see a van had pulled up at the end of the path. The doors opened and to both of their surprise, his friends came out, cheering as they were holding up a trophy. She saw that Yunho had the biggest smile on his face. “Time to celebrate with your friends.”

“And with you” Yunho nodded, the two of them walking down the rest of the path to join the group.

The end.

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thedreadgay · 4 years

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translating elvish: fen’harel’s sanctuary

i wanted to try to break down the exchanges between the inquisitor and the spirits at fen’harel’s sanctuary!

nuvenas mana helanin, dirth bellasa ma: this is how the spirits ask for fen’harel’s secret greeting.

nuven seems to be a root word for talking or expression; in all new faded for her, solas saying ma nuvenin to his spirit friend translates to ‘as you say.’ dirth is also a word for speaking, but since it’s also a word for knowledge, secrets, and learning, i think dirth means talking more in the sense of sharing knowledge. nuven, i believe, is more about speaking in the sense of expressing something, and -as is a suffix for an action. mana seems to be one of the many ways to conjugate a second person pronoun (’your,’ i’m guessing in this case). if hellathen is an old word for ‘noble struggle,’ i assume then could be related to thadra, which is ‘honour,’ making then ‘noble’ and hela ‘struggle.’ -in i think is a suffix for something in addition (rather than multiple, which is -is.) bell is ‘many.’

put that all together, and nuvenas mana helanin, dirth bellasa ma is something like: speak your struggle, you must know many.

the correct greeting is ar-melana dirthavaren. revas vir-anaris. ar is a first person pronoun, ‘i,’ melana is a word for ‘time,’ dirthavaren is ‘promise,’ revas is ‘freedom,’ vir is ‘path’ or ‘way,’ and anaris means ‘years.’ ar-melana dirthavaren. revas vir-anaris: i promise time. freedom is a path of years. this seems to be about endurance and lasting commitment, which makes sense for an oath by immortal elves; those fen’harel trusted promised all their years to the cause of freedom. they’re also promising time to speak of the many struggles they know, not all their own.

after you give the correct greeting, the spirits say: amae lethalas. amae could be related to ame, ‘keeper.’ lethal is ‘kin,’ so combined with the suffix -as, amae lethalas would be something like: keep kinship. continue to act as kin would, and hold it dear.

if you get the greeting wrong, the spirits say virthar ma. i haven’t figured this one out; ma is ‘you,’ but idk if virthar is vir smashed together with something else, or its own word. i don’t think we’ve seen thar as a root for anything in particular in canon, and figuring out what would go in the middle of ‘way something you’ in this context is difficult. they could just be going FUCK YOU for all i know lmao.

WAIT ACTUALLY THEY COULD JUST BE SAYING FUCK YOU. if thar means something negative, like ‘foul,’ it would be like wishing ‘a foul path on you.’ that seems a bit of stretch tho lol but it’s an idea.

i’d love to hear thoughts!

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #fen'harel #elvhen #elvish #long post

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9 | The Miraculous Bastards

Pairing: Zuko x Ama (OC)

Word Count: 6100+

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~ Ama ☾ ~

Around the dinner table, we all chatted happily. After all it's been years since we were together like this. And this time we had some new friends. I sat with my cheek resting on my palm while I watched Aang and Katara tell the story of their engagement again.

"Honestly, I don't know what came over him. I was so focused on the sun setting that I didn't even hear him ask the first time." Katara laughed, taking another sip from her wine.

"I thought her being quiet was a no at first." Aang was finishing. "She practically had to threaten me to repeat the question. And when I did she instantly said yes." He and Katara shared a loving look.

"Threaten you with what? No kisses?" Toph taunted them. Everyone laughed as Aang blushed.

"N-no." Aang claimed.

"Then what?" Toph pushed. Based on the deep red blush on Aang and Katara's cheeks. It must be something a little... different than kissed.

"Anyways." Katara avoided the question, bringing the red wine to her lips again. "Before we all retire to bed. I think Ama had something to announce."

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to me. Gosh, I already regret telling my sister that I wanted to come out to everyone at once. "One moment." I held up my pointer finger as I chugged the rest of my wine while the others chuckled at me. The light burning in my throat made me clear my throat, as I set my glass down.

"Here goes nothing." I mumbled to myself and started picking at my nails. "Okay, well as everyone knows, there were a good two years where I-"

"Disappeared?"

"Went dark?"

"Didn't visit?"

Some of the others finished. My jaw dropped in an offended way as the table erupted in more laughter. "You know what, yes." I admitted. "And in those two years, I sort of fell in love."

"That's wonderful."

"What's his name?"

"Where is he?"

"How great."

The table erupted in chatter again. "Okay, you all aren't really helping me with my nerves right now." There was a slight shake in my voice as I spoke and they all stopped talking immediately.

"I think I get it." Ty Lee said, mainly to herself. I wondered if she actually knew what I was saying and gave the peppy girl a curious look. "You're pregnant!"

"Ama, really!?"

"Congratulations!"

"I'm going to be an aunt!?"

"No!" I shouted, rapidly shaking my head and my arms out in front of me. "It's been a year since I've last seen them. Besides, it was never even a possibility. Cause- well." I looked around the table. They all either had confused or curious expressions.

My eyes landed on Zuko, he was leaning back into his chair. Arms crossed over his chest as he waited to hear me speak. His soft golden eyes bore into mine. Immediately, I felt calmer and just blurted it out. "The whole point of me saying all of this is because I'm bisexual and Mulan was a woman who I was very much in love with!"

"Oh, that's old news!" Toph immediately exclaimed before anyone could say anything.

"Old news? I just told Katara and Sokka this morning. They were the only ones who knew!" I pointed out, motioning to my siblings.

"Oh." Toph realized. "Then I guess it's just old news to me. You're heartbeat always sped up whenever you saw an attractive woman." My face reddened and I buried my face in my hands.

"Moving on. I think that's great, Ama." Suki said, looking at me from beside Sokka, who sat between the two of us.

"Yeah. We're all very happy for your new found understanding of yourself." Ty Lee grinned at me. "Or would it be an old understanding of yourself? Either way, your aura is very purple and bright!"

"So, none of you think differently of me?" I wondered, peeking through my fingers.

"Of course not. You're still the same Ama." Zuko spoke up, giving me a comforting smile. He didn't speak all that much the entire night.

"So what happened?" Ty Lee's curious voice wondered.

I shrugged, a somber expression on my face. "She got really sick one day and died." Some voices expressed words of condolences quietly. "It's been hard, but everything happens for a reason, I guess." I began to feel extremely uncomfortable in the dismal atmosphere. The quiet was eating me up.

"Well," Katara spoke up, standing from her seat. I am so thankful for her ability to see when I'm uncomfortable. "it's been a long day and I'm exhausted." Aang stood up also, ready to go to bed as well.

"So am I." Ty Lee jumped from her seat. "Who knew traveling could suck all the energy out of a person." Slowly everyone left the table.

"Don't forget ladies, tomorrow is the bridal shower." Katara announced quickly before entering her room.

"Good job, sis." Sokka pulled me into him for a side hug. "The execution was a little rocky, but I'm proud of you for finally overcoming your fear."

"Sokka, your breath reeks of wine." I laughed, shoving him off me. "Get to bed."

"Mhh. Bed sounds good." Sokka mumbled happily then gave a sly look at Suki. "What do you think, Suki? Bed? Good?"

The girl smirked back at him seductively. "I think bed sounds great."

"Eww." I said in disgust. "You're going to make me throw up."

"Aww, you're just jealous you don't have someone in your bed tonight." Sokka teased.

"Yeah, it's totally because of that and not because your bedroom is right next to me." I raised my eyebrows and entered my bedroom. A sigh of relief escaped my lips. Finally. I can rest easy, I hope. The walls here are thick, right?

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I woke up early with a list of things to do. But of course, everyone needs their breakfast. Sitting at the dining table with a bread bun in my hands and a book in another.

"Watcha reading?" A familiar but still strange voice asked. Turning my head, I saw the one and only Zuko. I gave him a smile as he sat down, taking a bread bun from one of the bowls in the center.

"A romance novel." I replied, keeping my eyes on my book. "A princess falls in love with the stable boy. But he gets drafted into the war. The princess then disguises herself as a man in order to protect him."

"Sounds interesting." He responded. "I'll need to borrow it when you're done."

Memorising the page I was on, I set down the book. "So, how've you been?" I asked.

"I've been good. Bored, mainly." He shrugged. "You know. When I became Fire Lord, I was never told how much of my time would be spent with paperwork in front of me."

"That's rough, buddy." I quoted something he'd said a long time ago, cracking a smile from him. "How's Kiyi and your mom?"

"Good. Kiyi turned 12 a few weeks ago. And mom still asks about you." He responded with a warm smile.

"Did they get the bracelets I sent? I know it wasn't anything fancy, but-"

"They loved it." Zuko interrupted me. "Kiyi wears it almost everyday, actually."

"That's good to hear." I said, taking another sip from my tea. I grimaced at how cold it got from being neglected. I looked over at Zuko with an innocent look. "Hey do you mind-?"

Already one step ahead of me, Zuko took my tea cup, heating it up with his hands. Giving him a questioning look, Zuko just chuckled. "You're a very predictable person, you know."

"Well, thank you." I said, taking the cup back from him and sipping it. "So, did you boys plan anything for today?"

"Aang wants to go to the market." He answered. "Hey, what are some foods you recommend?"

"Depends." I started, pointing at nothing in particular. "Auntie Ashuna has a booth selling seal jerky. I find that to be pretty filling. There's also a booth selling different sea foods, but fried. Honestly, it's one of my new favorite snacks."

"Anything sweet?" He asked more specifically.

"Oh. Auntie Nalle has an entire bakery. She sells cakes, tarts, and all sorts of things." I listed, my mouth already watering at the thought. "She's going to be at the bridal shower, though, so Uncle Perlu will be running everything. Word of advice, don't stare at him. He'll write your name on a piece of paper and burn it."

He chuckled and looked a bit confused. "Should I ask?"

"It's kinda my fault." I recalled how I told my uncle that burning the name of a person was a great way of both detaching from them and wishing ill-will on them. "Anyways, I gotta get going. Bridesmaid duties." I stated, standing up from my seat.

"Have fun." He said as I was picking up my book, placing it under my arm to pick up my dirty dishes.

"You know me." I smirked. "I'll always have fun."

"Can you do me a favor?" He asked, just before I left. I nodded, for him to continue. "Keep an eye on Suh for me? I know she's a very extroverted person, but she can feel out of place easily."

"You can count on me mister Fire Lord." I assured him. He gave me a thankful smile as I actually felt the dining room this time.

My smile fell as I left. The mention of Suh made me feel... uneasy. I wanted to like her, I really did. But there was something about her that made me wary. I don't know what it is. But I will.

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"What a beautiful knife set." Katara opened the last gift. "Thank you, Mai." The Fire Nation woman nodded a 'you're welcome' while she grabbed a biscuit. Katara turned to look at me, as she set the gift to the side. "I didn't think I could get so many plate sets."

"You'll never need to worry about not having one." We chuckled together.

"It was a great idea to host the bridal shower here in the green house." Katara looked around at the place. Vines hung from pots, trees grew strongly, and flowers of all colors filled the clear paneled house. "It sets the perfect atmosphere and it's gorgeous."

"I know." I agreed. "Plus I think the two of us needed a break of the snow."

"Oh, please. You were in here like everyday up until two weeks ago." She mocked me, starting to fold up the gift bags.

"Yeah, some of the bridesmaid duties I were procrastinating on had finally caught up to me." I recalled, looking across the long table I noticed Suh chatting Mai's ear off. The poor girl looked so bored and annoyed.

Remembering my promise to Zuko earlier, I stood up and went over. "Hey, Mai. Katara could use some help organizing the gifts."

"Finally. Something to do." She said dryly and left her seat.

I took Mai's seat and smiled at Suh. "So, how are you liking the South Pole?" I started conversation.

"Oh, it's beautiful." She awed. "I always believed that the Southern Water Tribe was underdeveloped and unstable, but I was obviously wrong."

I tried not to feel offended by her little comment. After all, it wasn't like the Fire Nation was taught a whole lot about the other nations. "You should go to the market one day, you can get a taste of some more Water Tribe culture and food!" I suggested. "Zuko told me that he and the boys were going to be there today?"

"Oh. I didn't know that you and Zu-bear talked today?" It took everything in me not to burst out laughing at the nickname. Zu-bear? Zuko can't possibly like that. "But, anyways. I guess I'll try to go to the market."

"So, how did you and Zuko meet?" I inquired.

"Oh, it was nothing special." She swatted the air with one hand and grabbed her tea with the other. "The Fire Nation Council introduced Zuko to lots of women. We went on a couple dates, and just clicked. With all the competition I really didn't think Zuko would want to be with me, but well. Here we are."

"What does the Council have to do with Zuko's love life?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Zuko, isn't exactly getting younger. The Fire Nation is going to need an heir." She spoke like it was common knowledge. "The Council just made sure that all the women eligible to him are fit to be Fire Queen."

It made sense. After all, the royal life is a lot more pristine than I know. The year I spent living in the palace had me following proper etiquette. And that was just scratching the surface. Still, having a group of people limiting who you'd spend the rest of your life with sounded terrible.

"And what did you do before you met Zuko. Were you a diplomat of some sort, academic...?"

"My father was a general in the war. I never really did anything." She answered. The answer was way too simple for my liking. Especially since she likes to talk. "I hope I don't sound rude, but I'd rather hear more about you." She grinned. "Zuko never really talked about you guys."

I was taken aback by that. He never talked about us? Why? Is he ashamed? No. Why would he? "Um, well. What would you like to know?"

"Everything!" She exclaimed excitedly. Her hands intertwined and a hopeful look glimmered in her eye. And I'm starting to see why Mai said she was unbearable.

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I rubbed by my temples slowly, stepping inside the palace with Katara behind me. "Remind me to keep Auntie Vik away from the alcohol at your wedding." I grumbled.

"I'll remember." Katara grumbled back. "It's been a long day. Oh, you know what would be nice? A relaxing time at the hot springs."

"That sounds like heaven." I moaned at the thought. "You think the others would want to join us? The sun hasn't even set yet, we have time."

"That's a good idea, actually." Katara grinned. "I'll go get everyone."

"And I'll go get the wine!" I exclaimed, sharply turning to the wine cellar.

And just like that, the second evening with my friends started. With wine in our hands and the hot, soothing water up to our chest.

"...I was so close to using my trusty boomerang on the guy. I mean, who does he think he is?" Sokka complained about some shop owned from the market.

"For not lowering the price by a couple copper pieces?" Haru chuckled.

"I'd already spent most of my money on food. And that dress was perfect for Suki." He grumbled. Suki shook her head, but still smiled at her goofy boyfriend, leaning into him.

"How was the bridal shower?" Aang turned the attention to the girls.

"It went well. And now we have a lot of plates to use." Katara grinned, making me chuckle.

"Props to Ama, though. The girl was hella busy both before and after the event." Toph brought the attention on to me.

"Oh, please it was nothing." I smirked and swatted my hand. "But the chef was so rude. He told me that the dishes I requested were 'too complicated.' I met with him last week to go over everything and he didn't say a word about it."

"I saw the way he talked to you." Suki spoke up. "He was way too bold."

"Seriously though, Katara. You better put as much effort as I am right now when I get married cause I've been busting my ass." I grumbled at my sister.

"Yeah well I won't procrastinate like you did." Katara crossed her arms over her chest and had a fun-loving smile.

"That's assuming that Ama will even get married." Sokka quipped, earning some snickers while my jaw dropped. "Hey, I just realized. Katara is getting married before Ama. Even though Ama is older and still single. Ha! Good luck sis."

"Sokka!" Katara scolded while I actually bent the hot water and splashed his face.

"Ow! Ow! Ama!" He hissed and with his eyes closed, he reached out of the water, using his hand to try and find his towel.

"Don't worry, Ama. You'll find someone." Ty Lee assure me.

"What is with you all?" I chuckled, running my fingers through my hair. "I am perfectly content with my life right now. I got my friends, my family. What more do I need? Besides, I'm not worried about that. After all, I was able to pull in the FIre Lord."

Zuko just shrugged with a cocky smirk and sipped his wine. "Hey, you got good taste I'll tell you that." Suh looked a bit uncomfortable at the mention of Zuko's relationship with me and pressed closer onto him.

"Minus Jet." Aang huffed a laugh.

"And we never got to meet Mulan. So we don't even know what she's like." Suki added.

"You know it would have been nice to meet her, Sis." Sokka said with his chin up in an offended way.

"It wasn't that I didn't want to," I threw my hands up and some water splashed from my hand. "You know, the world isn't exactly all that accepting of same-sex couples."

"I was actually really surprised when I found that out." Aang commented. "The Air Nomads embraced everyone's differences, no matter who they loved."

"Fire Lord Sozin decreed that same-sex relationships be made criminal when he came into power." Zuko said. "I'm still in the process of legalizing it. There's been quite a bit of pushback by the Fire Sages."

"Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows as I started to feel frustrated. "It makes so sense. The Water Tribe prefers for you to keep it to themselves, the Fire Nation will throw you in prison, and the Earth Kingdom families will kick you out."

"Is that what happened to Mulan?" Katara wondered softly.

"Was she kicked out? Yeah." I said somberly. "She was 13."

"I had a neighbor that was gay." Haru spoke. "He had to leave town because his farm hept getting robbed and received death threats."

"So now you can all see why I didn't tell you guys anything?" I raised my eyebrows at them all.

"Yeah, snowcone." Toph punched my shoulder. "But don't do that ever again."

"Yeah, yeah. You can't read, I get it." I chuckled as I rubbed the spot she just punched.

"Ama, I promise you that I will reverse what my great grandfather has done." Zuko assured me. "No one deserves to be punished for who they love."

I broke into a huge grin. "You're all the best I'm going to cry." My hand went up to my eyes, my thumb wiping the tears that started to drip.

"We're just glad you could confide in us." Katara swam over, embracing me in a hug.

"Yeah! You can always trust us." Ty Lee also swam over to embrace me.

"Okay, new conversation before I start bawling my eyes out." I laughed, the two girls left the hug.

"Ama, so emotional." Sokka shook his head in fake disappointment.

"Says the guy who cried when Auntie Ashuna ran out of seal jerky." I retorted. Sokka grumbled to himself as he sank further into the water.

"You know, I'm kind of curious to know about Toph and Kanto." Katara smirked at Toph.

The earthbender smirked smugly, taping a sip from her wine. "All you guys need to know is that we're together and he'll be at the wedding."

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Another day had passed and we were one day closer to the wedding. Today was chock full of wedding planning, or at least the finishing touches. Katara and Aang needed to confirm the centerpieces and the decorators were going over how to decorate the venue.

We spent hours there. And it wasn't the stressful atmosphere or the pre pre-wedding jitters Katara was having that made me feel uncomfortable. It was Suh. As best man, Zuko came along to help Aang out. And Suh never even left his side.

She kept talking out of turn, suggesting things that no one asked for, and was way too loud. "What about roses as the centerpiece instead of the panda lilies? They're so much prettier." and "Wouldn't blue be a more 'Water Tribe-y' than yellow?"

I had to constantly remind her that it was both Aang and Katara's wedding and that they wanted to incorporate both of their cultures into it. But it never sank into her head. She'd apologize and do it all over again.

"I can't stand that woman." I complained to the girls. We all, minus Suh, sat in Katara's room as Ty Lee tried different wedding hair styles on her. "Honestly, I don't know what Zuko sees in her."

"I told you." Mai said dryly. Yeah, I need to learn to listen to Mai more.

"Oh, she wasn't that bad." Katara argued with her sweet tone. "Sure she had a lot to say, but you can't hold that against her."

"Of course I can. She was being incredibly inconsiderate of our culture and us." I justified. I didn't know how Katara was being okay with this. I would have thought she'd be on the same page as me since it was her wedding.

"Ama, do you think you're maybe over exaggerating?" Suki suggested.

"Why would I exaggerate?" I huffed.

"Maybe 'cause you still have feelings for Zuko. And she's kinda engaged to him." Toph said without missing a beat.

"Will you all stop with that." I grumbled in annoyance. "I told you. I see Zuko as nothing more than a friend. My problem is with Suh."

"You're problem is with Suh because you like Zuko." Toph was blunt and spoke without holding back. She took pleasure in teasing others, but there was always truth in what she said. Still. She's human and can be wrong.

"You guys simply haven't spent enough time with Suh." Mai came to my defence. "I've had to put up with her for months. The woman has no filter."

Suki giggled from beside me and shook her head. "How convenient that Zuko's two exes are the only ones who don't like Suh." Mai just rolled her eyes and I scoffed. There was no way I'd be able to convince them anything. Not if they thought I still had feelings for my ex.

"I think Suh is nice." Ty Lee spoke up, tying the last band into Katara's hair. "How's this one?" She asked the bride. Katara was the focus of everyone's attention now.

She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Her dark hair was put into a loose braid and then swirled into a low bun to look like a flower. The strands by her face were tied with blue string all the way to the end and pinned to the back of her head.

"It's beautiful, Ty Lee." Katara complimented after giving it some thought. "It just feels too... posh. And all of the pins are poking at my scalp." She grimaced at the pain

"Hmm." Ty Lee placed a finger on her chin, thinking about how she could restyle it. "I guess we could try a half-up, half-down style." The girl started to unpin Katara's hair.

"Katara, shouldn't your hair be a bit more on the 'posh' side?" I asked her, stepping up beside to her to assist Ty Lee in removing the pins. "I mean, this is the biggest wedding of the year. Maybe of the generation."

"Oh please." Katara snickered, laced with nerves. "Just because I'm marrying the Avatar doesn't mean everything has to be so elegant. There's only 300 people."

Ty Lee and I shared an amused look. 'Only 300 people.' The vast majority of it were our family and friends, a few others from the tribe. But each nation was also sending reporters to cover the Avatar's big wedding.

Katara didn't want it to be as big of a deal as it was. But one thing led to another while planning, and it became a big deal. She wasn't complaining, though. Because at the end of the day there was only one thing that mattered to her. That she was marrying Aang.

Taking out the last pin from her hair, I looked at my sister. She was zoned out, stared at herself in the mirror with a soft smile. The kind that only a person in love would have. No doubt she was thinking about her loverboy.

"Okay, so what if I tied beads on the top and..." Ty Lee began explaining another style to try, using her hands to run through Katara's hair. I sat back down on the floor next to my sister, seeing how her smile grew at Ty Lee's description.

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The sun had barely touched the horizon. The sky was painted in hues of orange and yellow. The blue sea looked dark except to the line where the sun's light touched it.

I took in the sight. My back rested against a large oak tree on a cliff. My left leg was out in front of my while my right leg was close to my chest as I rested my arm on it.

So far, my journey was filled with knowledge and laughter. It was odd, though. I always had my siblings with me. They were my source of joy. Then it was Zuko. And for the past three years, it was myself.

I still saw my friends. In fact, just a week prior, I visited Toph at her metalbending academy. I rarely saw Zuko. Maybe just twice since our breakup. Once when I passed through the Fire Nation and once at Yu Dao. Apparently, he and Aang were planning on creating a whole new nation. The United Republic of Nations.

It was an interesting plan. Using the land that was previously Fire Nation colonies to create an entire independent state. One where benders and nonbenders of all nations could live together.

That was a few months ago. And since then, the United Republic has made advances. Last I heard, there was a vast majority of the population for it. I had no doubt that my friends would be successful in their project.

I sort of felt like a leaf, I guess. Drifting from place to place. Not that I was complaining. It was nice, learning new things and meeting new people. There was just something missing from my life. And I didn't know what.

I didn't let myself dwell on that. I knew I'd find this missing thing eventually. But at this moment, I just let myself be content. An apple in my hand and some stupid song stuck in my head.

Spirits, it was on repeat. It was a song I heard that afternoon from an old man in the town. "When I think of that painter, that beautiful painter. My heart almost bursts and I spin on the spot." It was a beautiful song with a gorgeous melody. But it wouldn't leave my head.

"Hello there, beautiful." A raspy voice interrupted my tranquil evening. "What's a girl like you doing out here all alone."

I craned my neck to see who it was. No one I knew. Just some man, perhaps a few years older than me, leaning smugly against the tree. His black hair slicked back with some sort of gel. His layered style was made up of dark clothing. But the most important part of his whole getup was the willow leaf saber in his hand.

Or in simpler terms. The man literally came up to me with a whole weapon out. I was an unarmed girl just enjoying the sunset. He was a thug.

During the war, it was the Fire Nation soldiers that caused problems in each city. That spot was now filled by criminals and gangs. They bullied citizens for money or food or anything they could get their hands on. I was lucky enough not to come across any of them. Until now.

I remained emotionless and just took a bite from my apple. "You know it's dangerous 'round these parts. You never know who might try to rob you. Especially a pretty girl like yourself." I almost laughed at how this man was trying to sound intimidating.

"Thank you, for letting me know." I replied, covering my mouth with the back of my hand while I chewed. I looked back at the sunset, trying to ignore his staring.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Nice bag." He pointed at my colorful satchel with his sword. "What's in it?"

"Alot, actually. Some copper pieces, some gold, some silver. Passport, hair ties, good stuff like that." I egged him on and looked up at him. He had a mischievous smirk, thinking this would be an easy steal. "You can look through it if you'd like. But you won't find your dignity."

His smirk disappeared and he sneered at me. "You taunting me?" He pointed his sword at my chest.

I sighed with annoyance and got off the floor with my hands on my hips, his sword still pointed at me. "Look man, I was just trying to enjoy the sunset until you got here."

"Funny, I just started to enjoy my evening when I saw you here." He chuckled.

I didn't know how long he wanted to keep bickering like this. And I just wanted to get back to the sunset. So I snapped open my waterskin and bent the water in it to spash it against his sword and then froze it against the tree.

The man's eyes widened and tried to pull the sword out, despite it not budging. "Okay, buddy. It's been wonderful being threatened by you, but as you can see I will be winning any sort of fight against you. So, if you just agree to leave me alone, I'll unfreeze you little toy." I tried to strike a deal.

But my self-assured ass didn't see the man behind me. Pulling on my hair, he drew me close to him and placed a dagger against my throat. "Nuh uh, sweetie." His gross, hot breath was on my ear. "You see, we never travel alone."

Three other thugs came out of hiding. Each of them with disgusting smiles. One of them grabbed my bag and looked through it. "Ha!" She exclaimed, pulling out my bag of coins.

"Jackpot!" One of the others jumped happily.

"Now if you'll just unfreeze my friend's sword, we'll be on our way. And you'll be unharmed." The man who held me growled.

"Gladly." I responded and bent the frozen water off and struck the man holding me in the face. Effectively getting him to remove his grip on me.

The others sprung into action. Mister 'hello there, beautiful' ran over to me, swinging his sword. I dodged it by side stepping to my right, and used my water to, this time, push him onto the ground and froze his hand on the ground.

The woman stomped her foot on the ground, and the earth beneath me rumbled. I jumped back, avoiding the sharp earth that sprung from the ground. I took my water and used the waterwhip to slap her harshly, throwing her onto a tree.

But while I did that, I didn't notice that the other guy bent the earth, holding my feet to the ground tightly. It felt like the earth was cutting off the blood circulation to my feet. In shock I looked down. But when I looked back up the man was sprinting, sword in hand and ready to strike me through.

I called my water to me, but just before I could do anything, a new person entered the fight. A woman. All I saw was a blur of red hair as she tackled the man to the ground. Rolling back up, she lunged again. Punching the man's throat. His hand went up to where she injured him, like he couldn't breath.

The earth around my feet disappeared back into the ground. I was free, but I was right when I speculated that the rock was cutting of my circulation. It was like tiny needles were continuously poking at my feet, and I fell back into a seated position.

The man that held me before was back up and held his dagger tightly in his hand. Swinging it across his body to attack the woman. The mysterious redhead jumped back, grabbing his arm to hold him in place as she then kicking his knee in. The man, with a backwards leg cried out in excruciating pain.

One of the other, that hadn't done anything yet, dropped the bag of money on the ground. He unsheathed his sword and walked over to the woman. She in turn, unsheathed her own sword, a katana to be exact, and the two pieces of metal collided.

Using his own strength against him, she moved to the side and he fell forward slightly. And while he was hunched over, the woman slammed the butt of her katana against the back of his head, making him fall over in extreme pain.

The woman I fought earlier was also back up, bending two pieces of rock beside her, she threw it at the redhead. She dodged both as she ran towards her before sliding beside the woman. And when she jumped back up she kicked the back of her knee, getting the attacker to fall on her knees.

The redhead pointed her katana at the woman's head. And everyone paused. Well, all of them were maimed pretty badly. "You thugs need to watch it." The redhead's voice spewed venom when she spoke to them. "If you ever try to cause pain to another innocent person, I won't be as merciful."

The ones that were capable nodded in understanding. Satisfied, the mystery woman sheathed her katana walked over to me. With some feeling of my feet I stood up to greet and thank her. But I guess there wasn't as much feeling as I thought and my body started to lean forward. Luckily, the woman was right in front of me and caught me before I could fall any further.

"Woah there." She laughed lightly, helping me stand by wrapping her arm around my waist and allowing for me to lean on her. "Are you okay."

"Perfect." I chuckled at myself. "Thank you, so much." I then looked back over to the group of criminals. "That was incredible. The way you moved and everything."

The woman shrugged. "It was nothing. I do this over four times a week." I looked at her curiously. "I'm part of this group. The Miraculous Bastards."

"The Miraculous Bastards?" I laughed and was finally able to hold myself up. She chuckled with me. Spirits, her smile is gorgeous. In fact, now that I look at her, her entire self was beautiful. She had dark red hair that hung loose and ended at her shoulders. Sparkling forest green eyes. And she was taller than me by two or three inches.

"I didn't choose the name." She shook her head.

"I'm Ama." I introduced myself.

"Ama?" She repeated like she recognised it. "Wait, weren't you one of the waterbenders that traveled with the Avatar?" I nodded and smiled at her excited reaction. "You literally saved the world! Meeting you is an honor."

"Thank you." This kind of attention always left me feeling a little awkward.

"So, what exactly are you doing here?"

I shrugged. "Just traveling around. That is, until something else comes around and my life takes another turn."

The woman tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Um, I hate to ask, but would you by any chance want to meet my friends? It doesn't have to be for long and our camp isn't far." She pointed with her thumb towards a direction away from the cliff.

"The rest of the Miraculous Bastards, you mean?" I inquired with a smirk.

"Yeah." She chuckled.

"I'd love to." I agreed. "Just let me grab my stuff." I crouched down, grabbing my satchel and the bag of coins. Ignoring the groans for help from the criminals.

"I'm Mulan, by the way." The woman said quickly as we left the scene. I smiled at her. I didn't know what it was. But just speaking to her had me feeling something I haven't felt in a long time. Butterflies.

.☽☼☾.

I didn't want Ama's sexuality to be such a big deal. In an ideal world, no one would have to make a big deal or be scared of coming out. Heterosexual is not the default. But after watching Legend of Korra and reading the first comic, I realized that this would be something that Ama would have to confront.

Hang loose, amigos 🤙🏼

#fire lord zuko #zuko x oc #zuko fanfic #zuko #atla fanfic #her sun his moon #avatar fanfiction #bisexual oc #waterbender oc

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stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland · 5 years

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The Revenge of the Shadows (Who wants to see the world BURN) - Camren

47° edition of The American Music Awards ceremony - Microsoft Theatre Los Angeles, CA.

Lauren PoV

The day had come. It was the AMA's 2019 and I was screwed. Fucking nervous! Brenda insisted on accompanying me and I decided to bite the fucking bullet and appear alone at the ceremony. I didn't want to repeat the same scene last year with Ty and be his "companion." I went alone to this event despite knowing that the couple of the year would be here;

Camila and Shawn.

I knew that. I knew perfectly well that this day would be the same as my girl spent last year having to see Ty and me kissing in public because yes, last year Tara forced me to do a fucking show and apparently this year Roger and Andrew are forcing Camila and Shawn to continue theirs. I had had my share of shit with the birthday of the pretty boy. The bastards of Roger and Andrew created another circus on August 8th for Shawn's birthday, but I prefer not to think about that. I am already thinking about disappearing in the bathroom to smoke a roll of weed and relax. I promised myself that I wouldn't do it and I won't. The flashes blind me and I can hear the excited screams that announce the arrival of the couple of the year. When I finish going through the red carpet to parade for the press, Brenda approaches me and tells me that Camila and Shawn are giving a kissing show before parading through the same carpet that I already passed. I didn't curse and didn't say anything because I expected it but that didn't take away the fact that I died of jealousy inside. I can understand how Camila felt last year now and I have to say that the feeling is fucking shit. How we had to wait for the interview round I decided that I could take some pictures and upload them to my Instagram stories. I had already uploaded some, with my black Valentino dress, similar to last year's model but with a princess cut instead of the mermaid. I had dark brown ironed hair and black heels. I wanted to look elegant and Brenda helped me along with Carlene who did my makeup. I handed my Iphone to Brenda and she took a couple of photos asking me to smile but I did not, I wanted my fans to know that I was not very well with the Shawmila circus and I left that posted next to the legend: "Enduring the storm ..." I knew that my fans, our fans would understand. They have been the only ones who have not changed much during all these years and Camila and I know it very well. I had finished uploading my stories and I saw some photos of Camila, I know I shouldn't but I couldn't help it. She was beautiful dressed in red. It was a dress very similar to the one I used for the 2018 Grammys but this one had braces and showed her beautiful curves that I loved to draw but without any clothes. The dress looked very luxurious like all of it. Camila also looked nervous and sad. Her smile was false and did not reach her eyes. I hated that Camila. To the one who had to act on her feelings, the one who didn't feel anything she said she felt. The one that hid everything that she really was. And I missed her. To the real one. I was meditating on the subject until Brenda interrupts me and tells me that Chelsea Briggs wanted to interview me. Damn blonde who decided to stop supporting us ... I understand why she did it, even when still is fucked up that she denied my relationship with Camila when she knows the whole story, and that the story is fucking real. She did it for Camila and I understand it but there are too many mixed feelings and I hate having them right now. I looked at Brenda also dressed in black with a raised eyebrow and she shrugged. - It's Billboard - she warned me - You know how this shit is. - I know - I nodded and sighed mentally preparing not to make the same mistake as last year with this blonde. It was not long before the stunning blonde appeared with camera men and her microphone. She was dressed in white and looked so excited that I couldn't help smiling because her energy was contagious. She greeted me with the same enthusiasm that characterizes her and asked me the obvious questions about my musical career, my debut album and my music. I answered all the questions with an excited smile and she was happy with my answers until of course, She had to ask the awkward questions. About Ally and Normani who were also at the ceremony and about Camila of course. - What do you think that Ally and Normani are also here this year? - Chelsea wanted to know - Have you talked to them? Have you seen them? - I think it's great that the girls are at the event and that they present their respective music because that is what we have come to - I responded nervously fighting with my desire to twist my hands - We have come to enjoy tonight and music because it is the most important. And no, I haven't seen them yet or talked to them but I'm sure I'll find them out there and we'll do it. - That's awesome Lauren - Chelsea smiled delightedly - And what do you think of Camila's new music? Have you managed to see her again? - Camila's music is amazing - I answered sincerely without being able to contain myself despite my nerves - And no, I haven't seen her either but I don't know ... if I see her there maybe. I don't know... Chelsea looked at me smiling, the freaking blonde knew that her questions about Camila made me nervous but she saved me by taking the conversation to my career and my music again so I could relax. After answering a couple more questions about my singles and my tour, she signaled to the cameraman who turned off the camera and walked away, leaving Chelsea and me in an awkward silence until she apologized for making me nervous. I shrugged and smiled at him knowing how everything was and she came closer to me showing me her cell phone. - I have Camila in her interview - she told me while still smiling - Do you want to see her? I had never seen her as nervous as last year. I looked at Brenda who made an affirmative gesture and she lifted three fingers. I had three minutes to do it. - That's more than enough - Chelsea agreed and showed me Camila's interview that she had asked to send to her cell phone and advanced it to the part that interested me: She talking about me, about Ally and Normani - How about Ally, Normani and Lauren being present tonight? - Chelsea asked to my sun and Camila was very nervous looking at the blonde - Have you seen them or talking to them? - I think it's amazing that the girls are here sharing their music with the audience tonight - Camila responded with a completely acted attitude because she was nervous. I know that Normani is breaking it right now and Ally is on the same path as ... Lauren and I am very proud of them. And no, I have not seen or talked to them but I am sure that if I see them I will. I saw Chelsea nod in the video and Camila smile nervously looking where I assumed Roger was watching the interview. I saw Camila nod with a hint of sadness and Chelsea cut the video just as Shawn appeared next to Camila. Jealousy attacked me again but I was able to repress them. - Sorry - Chelsea apologized - I should have cut the video before ... - I already knew - it was all I could say until Chelsea said goodbye wishing me luck and Brenda joined me again. - Do you want to talk about that? - It was all she asked me. - Not now Bren - I suddenly sighed feeling tired - Not now.

When the AMA's started I knew that I would have to endure a new circus and I was not mistaken. Our seats were on the left and in the center was Camila next to Shawn and Taylor. I was very surprised when I discovered Karlie Kloss and Zac Stenmark in the same row as me. Zac was Shawn's boyfriend and Karlie was Taylor's girlfriend. I could not believe my luck. I couldn't help saying hello to both of them and of course talking about our respective partners that shone throughout the show. In spite of that, the three of us seemed to have the same fucking downer when we saw our loved ones at the hands of their beards. Tonight Taylor had also decided to bring Joe Alwyn but she was forced by the actor's manager so Karlie was on the ground. - Enough ... - I complained looking at Zac and Karlie who didn't understand my words - We have to do something. We can't let them beat us. - And what can we do? - Zac was elegantly dressed in black and his model bearing showed it - We are forbidden to approach them. I looked at Brenda and I knew she couldn't forbid me approaching Camila, exactly. I could not because of the contract and because the one that forbade it was actually Sylvia Rhode's daughter of a bitch and of course, Roger. Brenda looked at me and shook her head, approached me and warned me: - She will have problems, you know that? - she looked at me suspiciously - I know what you plan to do but be careful. - I will - I agreed and it was all I needed to get close to the guys and tell them about my plan. They looked at me, smiled and nodded. We already had it. They gave us a circus. And we were going to give them another one. But in that moment Zac enjoyed Shawn's song that was for him, Lost in Japan. Karlie enjoyed Lover, the song Taylor dedicated to her I did the same with Camila when she sang Consequences. I went back to enjoy it and cried like the first time I did it. Camila was nervous again singing it but she did it in a spectacular way. - That girl loves you - Karlie encouraged me with an excited smile. I had changed places with Brenda and had her on my left side while Brenda was on the right side and Zac next to Karlie. "Camila loves me as much as Taylor loves you, girl," I said with a smile just as excited as Brenda handed me a tissue. I hated crying but I know that Consequences always It will make me cry - I've already seen them. - Well, it's true - the tall blonde dressed in white Armani shrugged - we are your mentors for something, right? - Touché - I laughed. This blonde always made me laugh every time I saw her. She and Taylor made a beautiful couple. It was my turn to get on stage. Camila had sung a couple of songs from her new album in addition to Consequences and Taylor, Ariana, Normani and Ally had already taken the stage. My presentation would be short because I had to choose between two songs. Of course, I chose Burning and Expectations. I had a couple of dancers for both songs and I tried to give my all with Expectations knowing that Camila would be the one who would see me sing this time. I prayed to be able to master my nerves behind the scenes before going on stage but my nerves increased when I heard murmurs, some laughs and Brenda cursing loudly in Spanish: - ¡Niña! No puedes estar aquí, ellos pueden demandarnos! (Girl! You can't be here, they can sue us!) I turned around to ask Brenda what the hell was going on but a red shadow was all I saw before being surrounded by a pair of thin arms that hugged me tightly and a pair of lips that literally ate mine. - What...? - I tried to look at Camila but she just kissed me and I tried to kiss her back - Camz ... What ...? - You will do well my moon - she told me with an excited smile that I corresponded and kissed her again. - Five minutes Lauren! - Brenda yelled at me and then I saw Camila being ripped from my arms by an almost terrified Taylor Swift. - Mila we have to go! - She almost dragged my girl because she didn't want to leave while I tried to comfort her with soft kisses in her check - Shawn is desperate trying to distract Roger and Andrew, come on! - Taylor looked at me trying to apologize - I was supposed to accompany her to the bathroom but she ... lucky on stage Lau. - Thanks Taylor - I nodded with a nervous smile and saw Camila letting go of Taylor to run into my arms for the last time. - I love you Camz, but go with Taylor. Come on love, go now, okay? - I don't want to leave ... - Camila complained and I couldn't contain my emotions when I heard her scream my name from the door. Taylor had managed to take her away and I knew she must be crying in the blonde's arms. I hated what they did that to us. Keep us apart as if we were enemies knowing we were far from it. We could be together but our time was short. Measured and scarce but we enjoyed it very much. Brenda and Carlene helped me with the makeup because I had run so in record time the girls helped me to be ready just in time to go on stage. I sang Expectations dedicating it to Camila even though I couldn't distinguish her from the public. I looked where I knew she was and smiled as the audience applauded. I left the scene full of energy directly to my hotel room sending a message to Zac and Karlie to start with our own circus. Nor Camila, Taylor and Shawn didn't know anything about that, but Carlene and Shawn and Taylor's assistants knew it too. They had the mission of taking our loved ones to our respective hotel rooms when the ceremony ended and they did so. Before that, of course, we needed food. Above all Camila needed food. She had posted about wanting to eat chicken nuggets and ice cream so that was what I asked for it at the hotel buffet. I switched to more comfortable clothes, black sweatpants and a white T-shirt and waited five minutes until our food arrived and three minutes later Camila appeared still in her ceremony dress without knowing that I was waiting for her in bed, with food and roses that I ordered Carlene to send to the room along with Camila's suitcase. I learned that Shawn and Camila and Taylor and Joe made a show that they were going to their hotel rooms together but everything was done for the press. When Camila arrived she was surprised to see me in the room and kissed me. I was so happy to have her in my arms again that I didn't stop kissing her and then we enjoyed the food until dessert arrived. Camila was so hungry that she ate with her dress on and left dessert for last. It was there when I took advantage of doing a couple of insta stories in the same way that Camila did with me last year. I recorded myself with my cell phone saying how tired I was and how I wanted to spend the rest of the night "alone" in my room. With good food, drink, (and ice cream with two spoons) and then I panned to the mirror where you could see the blurred silhouette of Camila in her red dress trying to take it off. I burst out laughing when I saw her almost fall off when she took off her dress but I quickly covered it up as if the phone was falling. I cut the video just before I heard Camila screaming my name and cursing because she was stuck with the dress to half removed. - Lauren! Stop playing with the phone and help me ... - she complained loudly - I'm freezing my ass here. I did it. I helped her with the dress while watching her finish undressing to make herself comfortable. Sweatpants and a long t-shirt of Ed Sheeran. We finished taking the ice cream and I sent Zac and Karlie a picture of Camila in my room. They sent me back other photos, Zac sent me a picture of him without a shirt lying on the bed next to Shawn also without a shirt and half asleep. Karlie sent me a picture of herself in a white bathrobe accompanied by Taylor that in that moment she was drinking a glass of white wine and was also wearing a white bathrobe. - It's done .... It was the three answers we needed to know. We won. The motherfuckers of Camila's teams, Shawn's teams and Joe's tried to fuck us with the circus but we screwed them back knowing the risks we would run when the day came. But it was worth it. Our loves were worth it and the rest of the world could go to hell. The sun and the moon had their own eclipse and we would see the world burn. Literally.

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First of all, I have to say that this is my first Camran fanfic in English. That means apologizing for bad grammar if it exists. I had help with spelling but I'm still not sure of the rest (Tiff, thanks you so much for your help) This story is my idea of having a night like the one we had with Camren at the AMA's last year, but this time from Lauren's point of view. It's a one shot so it's a short story that I hope you like it.

#camren #camz and lolo #the revenge of the shadows #camren fanfic #camila cabello #lauren jauregui #karlie kloss #zac stenmark #taylor swift #love story #ama's #camren fan art #one shot #english version

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raisedbyanother · 4 years

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Some of the non rumbelle “highlights”:

Leah Fong: I think no matter how dark something is that I write, it needs to have some sense of HOPE at its core. That has really stuck with me.

What is your personal ranking of the seasons of the series? BrigitteHales: This hurts me. Hahahaha I'll say my favorites in no particular order -- season 1, 3, and 5. I loved the Dark Swan story. It was so much to construct. Doing flips on established characters like that is always so much fun.

What was your favorite episode to write and which storyline did you both find the most interesting? Brigitte Hales: My favorite episode to write was Page 23. I may be in the minorty here among fans but I loved the Dark Swan. I also loved building it to reveal Hook. That took some careful planning. Still proud of that.

Any fun ideas you scrapped from the episodes you wrote? Dana Hogan: At one point in Broken Heart (S5), Dark Hook was going to surround Emma with dream catchers all re-playing the horrible things she did when she was Dark Swan. It was such a cool beat to write - a horror movie beat with deep character emotional resonance - but alas, production realities are a real thing and sometimes you have to kill your darlings.

why did Killian just leave? Why didn't he try to fix things with Emma right then and there? ☹ Brigitte Hales: Killian is a complex man, who carried around a lot of pain and shame. I really think that there were somethings he believed you couldn't come back from. For me, the heart of that scene is what he says about sitting around the dinner table with everyone knowing what he's done. It was just too much for him.

What was your favorite captain swan moment to write? Brigitte Hales: This is terrible but I loved the break-up scene. I spent so long on it. SO LONG. Also, of course, pancakes. That one was almost a first draft. I just understood what it should be from the get-go.

I love the break up scene too! There is so much to unpack there and it was beautifully written. I liked seeing how for the first time probably Emma didn't run, but she just went upstairs to take some time till Killian was ready to talk. I saw that as a big character development. And I loved Emma talkint about the trust they share wirh each other, it was a depiction of a healthy couple fight. And pancakes scene of course is my religion hehe :) Brigitte Hales: Yes, I really wanted Emma to be in the right there. Actually, an early draft of it didn't quite have her reacting strongly enough. Someone corrected me on that (maybe David Goodman) and they were 100% right. Emma's love for Hook wasn't needy. In this moment, she needed to be the grown-up in the room.

[To all], were there any rejected arcs/ideas you would've liked to explore? Thanks Brigitte Hales: YES! And sadly, I cannot mention them. Adam always reminds me that what's on screen is what was meant to be, and he's right. GRUMBLE.

So after the Captain Swan breakup, Emma seemed to quickly believe that Killian would just abandon her, which was almost against what her growth as a character was about. I know sometimes certain things have to play out for the plot to move forward, but how do you guys choose how the characters react to certain events? Obviously every character has set backs and a bit of regression, but how do you decide when, how and why it should happen? Brigitte Hales: I don't know what else she would have thought. She knew this was a huge obstacle for him. I know fans had a hard time with it but it made sense that if anything was going to send him running, that might be it.

Also, sometimes you just get a feeling about things. You want to keep characters' journeys interesting. If someone has been on one path for too long their story starts feeling stale. It's something you just kind of know. Fans can feel it, too.

I loved Snow and Emma's relationship. Did the writing team consider doing an episode featuring them in Season 6? Was there a reason why Snow and Emma didn't have any longer solo scenes after "Lost Girl" in Season 3? Thanks! Brigitte Hales: Is that true?! Huh. No, there was no reason. I'm just trying to scan my memory for all the scenes I wrote with them but you're right... I think we really liked the family dynamic. But I don't have a good answer for that one.

How did the experience of working on such a unique show affect your personal writing style, if at all? (For both) Brigitte Hales: I love this question! So MUCH. I'm able to access villains in a way I never was before. And I think it taught me the beauty of high concept storytelling. Also, I bet I'm a more positive writer now. I like to bring joy into people's lives. Once made me realize that might be my gift.

It would have been great to see a conversation about their breakup between the two, I'm curious if you had anything planned for an eventual conversation between Emma and Killian that I think they obviously had.😁 Brigitte Hales: Oh yeah, but sometimes that stuff gets cut for time. We had so many characters to service.

How much does a season/plot change during production? Did you ever significantly change the destination of the plot while writing it? Brigitte Hales: Sometimes but it was rare. In a serialized show you have to construct things carefully because the episodes ahead of yours are built on your decisions.

Did you ever consider showing a couple domestic scenes of Killian and Hope (knowing Jen couldn't be there) during s7? I missed them so much, I'd give anything to have more interaction of captain swan with their daughter. Brigitte Hales: I think the general consensus is that domestic scenes are more fun to imagine than actually show on air. Emma and Hook shopping in Pottery Barn... not much drama there.

In some scene in S7, Wish Hook and Tiana kind of flirted in a way. Were they supposed to be a couple at some point? Brigitte Hales: How I wish I could answer this. SO MUCH.

Did you like the Land of Untold Stories arc? Were there plans for it to last longer? I really liked it but I thought it was too short Brigitte Hales: I know! I'm not sure why we didn't spend more time there.

In 7x22 we saw little Neal was around 6-7 years old. In the season 6 finale he is supposed to be a toddler. Does that mean despite the wish realm and seattle curse time hops the real time that passed from 6x22 to 7x22 for our Storybrooke characters is 4-5 years? Timeline gets confusing sometimes. Leah Fong: Wow. Well, there was a time when I knew the answers to this. But what I can say is even though Season 6 AIRED in 2016-17, Storybrooke was behind that. A few years pass between Season 6 finale and Season 7 premiere. Then more time passes in Storybrooke during the run of Season 7. Hope this helps! Haha.

What do you have to think about when writing characters and adding to the show's story and mythos? Brigitte Hales: You just want the characters to feel right. Imagine writing dialogue for your friends. Everyone has their own unique way of expressing themselves. You're constantly trying to modulate so you don't damage a character.

#anti ouat writers #anti ouat #anti hook #anti cs #all the dark swan arc answers #and killypoo killing grandpa charming aftermath ones #yikes #and her answer to the tiana rogers question #pretty much means yes #right?

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acediian · 5 years

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—𝓉𝑜𝓋𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉 (𝓋𝒾.)

thanos x original character fanfiction | pre-infinity war | 3.6k words +

a/n: wedding day!!! it’s here!!! and they’re both miserable! wedding of the century! :p

chapters i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi.

Amidst a flurry of individuals around her, Aerendis stared straight ahead at the reflection in the mirror. What she saw was a great Tovarion beauty staring back at her. One whose silvery skin glittered in the late afternoon sunlight, its luminescence only enhanced by an elegant sheen of soft makeup. Her long, dark hair was draped elegantly over her shoulders, half of it braided away from her face and held back with a glittering silver tiara. She looked every bit a Tovarion bride, but there was a solemnity in her eyes that no bride should ever have on her wedding day.

A soft voice in her ear pulled Aerendis from her distant thoughts and back into the frenetic atmosphere of the room once again.

“Aerendis, your dress.”

The dressmaker, Olerys, had finally arrived - nearly too late by the queen’s account - trailed by a group of four handmaidens who held his creation delicately in their hands. He stopped before his princess and greeted her with a deep, flourishing bow. He seemed exhausted, and there was a tension in his smile that gave away his certain displeasure at having to deliver such an important gown on such short notice.

“What do you think, your highness?” he asked, gesturing to her dress.

Aerendis rose from her seat, reaching out to take a bit of the silken fabric between her fingers. “I cannot believe you’ve done this in a day,” she remarked, making an effort to flash a smile at the clearly relieved Olerys. “You have truly outdone yourself, my lord. It’s beautiful. Better than I could have imagined.”

It really was the most fabulous gown Olerys had ever made for her. Perfectly complementary to her elegant style while incorporating the colors and symbols of the royal family. It was a celebration of her and of Tovarion. All she wished was that she could have worn it on a day when her heart fluttered with happiness at marrying the one she loved instead of sunk with dread.

Olerys seemed floored. “Thank you, princess,” he gasped, bowing once again. “Thank you.” He required a moment to compose himself. “Shall… shall we see how it looks on you?”

“Please. Though I suppose I don’t have much of a choice, now, do I?” Aerendis gestured for the handmaidens to bring the flowing garment closer. Illaria, who had been among them, assisted her in removing her robe so the others could help her step into the gown.

Aerendis was breathless as they did up the buttons and she got her first glimpse at herself in the dress. It hugged her body perfectly from neck to hips, where it gave way to a waterfall of silver fabric that glittered with thousands of tiny jewels. Its bodice emulated traditional Tovari armor, with a silver breastplate that was intricately carved with images of the planet’s beautiful flora and fauna. Even its billowing sleeves, shoulderless and decorated with royal blue threading, flowed perfectly down to her wrists. There was not a single element of it that was not beautiful to her.

In the mirror, Aerendis could see the queen’s eyes welling with tears.

“Ama...”

Aredhyn stepped behind her daughter, gently placing her hands on her shoulders. There was a warmth and a sadness in her eyes that elicited a flutter in her daughter’s heart. “You look so beautiful, my darling.” One of her hands lifted to caress Aerendis’ cheek.

“Thank you, Ama,” she replied with a smile.

“I only wish that your father was here to see you.”

Aerendis found no joy or anticipation in her wedding day, but she, too, felt the void left behind by her father. True, his spirit surrounded them, but still she longed for his embrace, his presence, and his counsel on such an important day in her life. Her heart was truly heavy, for far more than one reason.

“Do you really think he would have approved of my husband to be?” the princess asked, raising a brow.

Aredhyn chuckled, moving around to her daughter’s front. “Decidedly not.” A hand lovingly moved a strand of her hair from behind her shoulder, letting it brush against the dress’ shining breastplate. “But he would have been proud of you. Of your choice, of your sacrifice. Devastated to see you leave, yes. But so proud nonetheless.” A warm, yet wistful glance passed between them. “I am, too. As your queen and your mother.”

“Thank you, Ama.”

Their preparations continued with a custom that all Tovari brides partook in on their wedding day: the sharing of blessings from every woman in her household. Starting with the queen, each woman who had attended the princess presented her with a different Tovari flower. Aerendis sat as, one by one, they placed each bloom in her lap. From her mother, the flower that symbolized love. From her aunt, one that would bless her with strength. Then flowers for prosperity, fertility, wisdom, faith, and happiness. All represented a pillar of marriage on Tovarion. Aerendis would carry them with her into the temple and emerge with their blessings to guide her in her wedded life.

Trembling fingers clutched the bouquet as Aerendis stared out of the carriage that ushered her and her mother through the sprawling city streets and to the temple. All of Tovarion, it seemed, had gathered for the occasion. No doubt, they had heard of what their princess had done for them and flocked to her side on the day of her wedding to the one she had stopped from decimating their entire planet. They cheered as she passed, tossing flowers in the wake of her carriage and making declarations of gratitude that caused her heart to soar and sink all at once.

Aerendis drank in the sight of them. Every face both young and old reminded her of why she had so confidently made such an impossible decision. Tovarion would endure. Tovarion would thrive.

“Our people will never forget this, Aerendis,” the queen said, her eyes also watching the faces of those they passed on the cobbled streets of the city.

“I know.” The princess turned her gaze to the great temple that rose high above the city skyline; a rectangular silver structure whose tall pillars reflected every hue of the sky above. Hundreds waited inside to watch their princess marry. Of course, the Mad Titan waited, too.

In her peripheral vision, Aerendis saw her mother remove something from around her neck. “Aerendis,” she said, extending a hand. The princess turned to see her mother’s amulet, its black stone catching the warmth of the setting sun in its many facets. “Take it.”

“But… that is the key to the vault.”

“And you have seen how to open the door,” the queen replied, pressing it into her daughter’s palm. “You are the one who extended this offer to Thanos. You must be the one to give him the stone.”

“You are certain?”Aerendis asked, and her mother nodded silently in response. She stared, agape, at the necklace for a long moment before placing it around her own neck. “I will.”

A softness came to the queen’s eyes. “It looks beautiful on you.”

“You think everything does, Ama.”

“Of course I do.” Aredhyn leaned forward to kiss her daughter’s forehead. “You are my daughter.”

The carriage slowed to a stop and one of the queensguard opened the door to assist his queen in exiting. Aerendis heard a roar of applause for her mother from those who waited outside of the temple. The queen had never been anything but loved by those that she served so faithfully.

“Princess?” the queensguard offered his hand to the princess this time, which she took.

Cradling the small bunch of flowers in the crook of her other arm, she carefully stepped out of the carriage and into the large square that lay before the temple. As her gown billowed around her, she was met with a wall of sound. Cheers erupted from the people of Tovarion, flowers landed at her feet, words of blessings met her ears.

A smile came and went as she moved towards the temple steps, where the high priestess Meylla awaited her arrival. Thanos stood by her side, clad in all his golden armor but his helm.

The priestess bowed deeply before her queen and princess. “Your highnesses.”

Aredhyn cupped her daughter’s cheek one last time, naught but love in her eyes as she withdrew to make her way up the temple steps. Erodhil waited for his mother at the top, and the two soon disappeared into the towering structure arm in arm.

“Princess,” Priestess Meylla continued with a kindly smile. “Take the arm of your betrothed and enter the house of the gods.”

Meeting Thanos’ gaze briefly, Aerendis did just so, lacing a hand around his forearm and placing her fingers delicately on the back of his hand. This was the way that all Tovari couples passed through the doors to the temple on their wedding day; two souls entwined that would depart again as one.

With him on the left and her on the right, they ascended the stairs. Aerendis held her head high despite the turmoil she felt inside; she was at peace with her choice, yet terrified all the same. On Tovarion, marriage was the most sacred of all promises that two individuals could make to one another. The sanctity of it was surely lost on him, an offworlder. This was merely another delay that separated him from the thing he had come to Tovarion to collect.

As the two of them reached the temple doors, the high priestess blessed them both using a branch of the Elder Tree. It was a symbol of life and faith for the Tovari people, having existed since the earliest days of their civilization. Many believed that it had originally sprouted from the soil that the gods had first touched after creating Tovarion. The sweet aroma of its white leaves filled Aerendis’ nose as Priestess Meylla touched it to her head, and then did the same to Thanos.

“With this blessing, the gods shall watch over you as leave behind your lives as individuals and take your first steps together,” the high priestess said, gesturing for them to proceed into the temple.

The woodsy smell of incense flooded over them as they passed through the stone doors and into the expansive house of the Tovari gods. Its pillars extended hundreds of feet upwards, meeting in a buttressed ceiling that bore statues depicting the four gods in each of its corners. Between each pillar, paneled windows allowed the evening sunlight to stream into the temple and bathe all present in its warm glow. At night, the same windows gave those at prayer an uninhibited view of the starlit sky above.

The temple was a familiar sight to Aerendis, who had spent a good portion of her life inside its walls. As a young girl, she had received several scoldings from her mother after chasing her brother around the atrium. As she emerged into adulthood, she had made her official dedication to the gods before all the priestesses and priests in the temple. Now, no longer a girl or young woman, she had come to make her most sacred promise of all.

Lining either side of the aisle that led to the silver altar stood hundreds of onlookers - nobles, royals, commoners, members of Thanos’ army. Aerendis felt every pair of eyes following them as they passed. The temple would have been all but silent if not for the soft, lulling music that accompanied their ascent to the altar.

It was likely the first time two souls had entered the temple to marry with no desire to do so. Something beyond nervousness twisted inside of Aerendis’ stomach. On the outside, however, she was a picture of grace and nobility.

Her silver dress flowed behind her as the two of them walked up the steps to the altar. The Priestess Meylla followed, beginning the prayer that opened every Tovari wedding ceremony. Sung in the planet’s native tongue, it was a prayer that invoked the gods to make holy this day in the lives of the two who had come to be wed. The high priestess also called upon them for their protection of Tovarion and to ensure its continued prosperity.

With the conclusion of the opening prayer, Priestess Meylla clasped her hands together. “Here we stand,” she continued in the common tongue, her voice echoing throughout the temple. “In the sight of gods and men, to witness the union of wife and husband. Aerendis, Princess Royal of Tovarion, and Thanos of Titan have come together before the gods to enter into the fellowship of marriage.”

Aerendis let out a soft sigh, her eyes falling shut for a brief moment. That knotting feeling only grew tighter.

“The princess will now present her husband with her bridegift.”

It was common for both halves of a Tovari couple to present the other with a gift - typically a family heirloom or some other item of sentimental value. Of course, Thanos was no Tovari and, as such, had surely prepared no gift for Aerendis. She supposed, however, that his gift had already come in the form of salvation for her people.

Erodhil stepped forward, delicately balancing a shining greatsword across both of his hands. He exchanged the heavy weapon for the flowers that his sister was carrying. As the sword settled into Aerendis’ hands, she ran a thumb against the intricately-carved blade. A lump formed in her throat.

“The sword of her father, King Erborg,” Priestess Meylla said, gesturing for the princess to transfer it to Thanos. “A symbol of strength and protection to guide you both in your years together.”

The greatsword was dwarfed in the Titan’s hands. It had seemed an imposing weapon in Aerendis’ youth, when she would see it on her father’s hip during every formal occasion. The first time he had let her hold it, she nearly fell over under its weight. Pure Tovari silver, nigh indestructible. It was a weapon fit for a king. Now it sat at her husband’s side, as it would for the rest of their days together.

Another prayer in Tovari followed, one that Aerendis dreaded to hear but knew must be included in every wedding ritual. A blessing on her father’s sword that they would one day pass it to their child. Her eyes flitted to Thanos, deeply thankful that he did not speak their language.

The presentation of the bridegift complete, Priestess Meylla stepped closer to them with her arms outstretched. “Take one another by the hand.”

Thanos offered his hand first. The princess took it, placing her own hand gently atop his open palm. As his long fingers closed entirely around it, the high priestess began to tightly encircle their joined hands in a piece of silk.

“May the fabric of your marriage go forever unbroken,” she said as she tied the silk into a knot. “May the gods’ watchful eyes never close on you. May you become one heart from this day until the end of time. What the gods have joined together, let no being, creature, or force seek to tear asunder.” She untied the ribbon, leaving their hands still holding the other and the blessing brought to fruition.

The soft music that had guided them to the altar continued, filing the silence in this, the sacred moment when wife and husband were joined together. All the while, Aerendis kept her hand inside of Thanos’.

“Now you shall make your vows to one another, here before your witnesses both mortal and divine,” Priestess Meylla eventually continued. “Turn and face one another.”

Both Aerendis and Thanos were equally expressionless as they turned and met the other’s eyes. They must have seemed laughably uncomfortable to all those who watched them. The people of Tovarion had never seen such a somber pair agree to join together in matrimony.

“Thanos of Titan, please speak these words to your bride,” the priestess said to him. “I take you as my wife, vowing to cherish and protect you.”

Aerendis saw his jaw tighten. “I take you as my wife, vowing to cherish and protect you,” he repeated flatly.

“In times of good fortune and in times of adversity,” she continued.

“In times of good fortune and in times of adversity.”

“I will honor you and be faithful to you from now until my final day.”

He drew in a deep breath. “I will honor you and be faithful to you from now until my final day.”

Priestess Meylla turned to her princess next. “Aerendis of Tovarion, please speak these words to your groom: I take you as my husband, vowing to cherish and protect you.”

Aerendis knew these vows meant nothing to Thanos, but in the eyes of her gods, they were as sacred as any prayer. She felt her mouth go dry. “I take you as my husband, vowing to cherish and protect you.”

“In times of good fortune and in times of adversity.”

“In times of good fortune and in times of adversity.” She was breathless as her heart pounded against her chest.

“I will honor you and be faithful to you from now until my final day.”

“I will honor you,” Aerendis took a breath, “and be faithful to you from now until my final day.”

Priestess Meylla turned to the altar, retrieving a large silver goblet bearing a dark red Tovari wine. “From this cup shall wife and husband drink,” she said, clasping it tightly in both hands. “This cup that I bless in the name of the gods, that they may, in turn, bless you in your everlasting union.”

She handed the goblet to Aerendis first. As the princess took a sip from it, she continued: “From this moment forth, you shall share everything in life. You shall double the other’s joys and halve the other’s sorrows.” Priestess Meylla watched the princess hand the cup to Thanos, who also drank from it. “You shall bear the burdens of the other and exalt their triumphs. Together you shall live in harmony, sharing in all things equally.”

Placing the cup aside, the priestess brought their hands together once again. Her next prayer was for only them, a wish for the newly married couple that only they would hear. Aerendis had bore witness to countless weddings in her life and always wondered what the priestess whispered to those who stood at the altar. A secret, personal thing meant for those who had pledged their lives to one another. The moment seemed decidedly less romantic and intimate now that she was the one to marry.

“Now you shall feel no storm, for you will be the other’s shelter,” Priestess Meylla began, her eyes closed and her voice soft. “You shall feel no cold, for you will be the other’s warmth. There shall be no loneliness, for you will be the other’s companion. There shall be no sorrow, for you will be the other’s comfort.”

Aerendis saw Thanos glance at her from the corner of her eye. Did he find these words as hollow as she?

“You have come as two souls, but there is only one life before you. You will share this life together, as the gods have intended for you. May happiness always be your companion and your days together be good and long.”

“Thank you,” Aerendis breathed, though her words hardly brought her the joy that she should have felt on what was supposed to have been such a happy day.

“Here, under the ever-watchful eyes of the gods,” Priestess Meylla said, addressing all in attendance once again. “Have these two individuals dedicated their lives to one another. From this day until the day they join their ancestors in the realm beyond. Look upon one another, now, as husband and wife, and seal your vows with a kiss.”

Priestess Meylla looked to the princess almost apologetically, but Aerendis knew it had been coming. No Tovari wedding ended without the couple displaying one final act of their dedication to one another through a kiss before the altar of the gods.

Aerendis, whose hand was still clasped in Thanos’ grasp, turned her eyes upward once again. The Tovari were by no means a small people, but his stature far surpassed her own. Almost comically so.

There was a distinct silence in the temple as all those present waited for the newly wed couple to come together in their first kiss. Aerendis watched as Thanos dropped to one knee before her, bringing him to just above her own height. His eyes were blue, something she had not noticed before. Eyes that had seen much conquest and destruction over the years. Eyes that closed along with her own as the two of them drew closer.

Her lips met his in a gentle whisper of a kiss, though there was no closeness or affection between them. There was, however, a softness in his lips that Aerendis did not expect. A softness no doubt brought upon by the timidness and brevity of the kiss. As both quickly pulled away again and he rose back to his full height, their guests erupted into applause.

“With the gods’ favor, I hereby pronounce you wife and husband - and shall be forever more,” Priestess Meylla concluded.

Aerendis felt a weight lift from her shoulders now that it was over. But she had no newlywed glow about her as the applause from all those in attendance continued. She exchanged a swift glance with her now husband. If there was one thing that they could agree upon, it was that they both wanted this ordeal to end sooner rather than later. But the sun had only just set and night was still so very young.

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