#i'm happy with how she comports herself

[thisismeracing]

Hello! I think #3 is available? Can I request that one for micky? 😊

Of course! 🥰 here you go, sorry for taking forever to finish it

From the Quick Prompt List: 3. “Some lies are made to be told”

word count: 0.8k

pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x mick schumacher

warnings: angstyyyy, not proofread, mentions of a wedding (idk if this could be a tw, but better be safe than sorry). open ending (more like no happy endings, but whatever).

There are many types of lies. There are the small ones such as when you go visit a friend and they ask if you're hungry, and you tell them no when, in reality, you are starving. There are also the medium ones, such as when someone asks if you're jealous of a person and you say no but you are biting your nails and digging into your skin. And then, there are the bigger ones, such as the one Mick Schumacher told Yn.

Those more significant lies tend to blow everything up when their truth comes to light, yet, for some reason, Mick did not consider that possibility and went on to deny his feelings until he couldn't anymore.

And the day he couldn't anymore, just happened to be the day of Yn's and Jack's wedding. He knew that to outsiders he may seem like an asshole, but nevertheless, he reached his breaking point. He thought he could keep up with the charade, but it turns out lying to yourself is even worse and makes the biggest of a lie unbearable.

"What did you just say?" Yn asked with her voice strained, eyes wide, lips slightly parted.

Mick gulped, and took a deep breath, but did not look away from her eyes when he repeated, "I am in love with you, and have been since the beginning. I am so sorry, Yn, I'm just so miserable keeping it-"

"Why didn't you tell me before??" she almost screamed, she wanted to scream, to slap him. Yn wanted many things but the biggest was to cry. She felt like lying on the cold hard ground and crying herself to sleep because that could not be true, Mick was her now husband's best friend. The blonde finally dropped his eyes to the ground, his tipsy state made him stumble, but he held on to the chair. "We talked about feelings years ago, Mick, and you told me it was all in my head. You told me you did not feel anything, you told me to stay with Jack." She was furious because from the moment Jack introduced them Yn knew that the way she looked at Schumacher was not the way you were supposed to when in a relationship. And to make matters worse, she felt like he reciprocated everything, there was some kind of tension, and they set an unspoken rule about not acting on it, however, one wine-induced night they talked about it, and she confessed her feelings, but he denied his. He was hell-bent on the bro code, or whatever people would call it. Mick would never steal his best friend's girl, especially because he knew how crazy Jack was about Yn.

Mick did not answer her question, he just looked outside through the big window watching their friends and families drink and eat and happily enjoy the wedding reception.

Yn and Jack decided to marry at the beach, and it was only fair in their minds for the reception to happen there. They had the easiness of getting ready and being close to the beach house, but still thoroughly enjoy a wedding and reception at the same place since the beach was secluded and big enough to comport their families and closest friends.

Right now, Yn was hating the idea because it meant that she and Mick had all the privacy the house could give and he could do what he just did: confess his feelings.

"Answer me, dammit!" Now the tears in her eyes finally spilled. Mick's face crumbled, it pained him so much to see her cry and to be the reason for it? It was like getting hit by a truck. A truck full of all the moments he lied to her and to himself. A truck full of all his untold feelings and unacted moments. A truck full of regrets.

He understands now when his friend Daniel would say "No regrets, just memories" and encourage people to act on their shit instead of regretting not doing so in the future.

"Some lies are made to be told, or so I thought" he whispers. It's a ghost of his voice because now he's crying too.

"You're a coward, Mick Schumacher," she seethes.

The German takes another step back. Yn's the one driving the truck now, and she decided to go full force on him. But it was ok, or so he thought, because maybe he deserved it, maybe he was being an asshole.

"How do you expect me to go around now knowing you loved me back all this time?" Yn's crying is getting harder, her makeup running down her face.

"I- Wait- You love me?"

"I did, but it's too late now," she murmurs before turning her back to him and leaving a tipsy Mick to fall to the ground. The truth may set people free, but he thinks this time it just chained both of them.

I did not like this piece that much because for some reason dumb-ol-me could not remember what was my initial idea when I wrote this prompt. I'm really sorry, guys, but I hope this was something at least bearable lol *mwah*

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[30-mokke-in-a-trenchcoat]

Q&A, Nocsia Edition

Messages for the lovely stepsister

Messages and questions

I love how oblivious she is. I wanted to see her interact with Princesss Neige more.

I hope she can close the gap between herself and Princess Neige little by little! She's the biggest chad out of all of them, so I'm cheering her on! Nocsia: It always makes me happy to hear that someone likes me, and while it doesn't happen often, sometimes even Neige says she likes me!

What's your life like now that you've moved to the castle? I doubt that you have much time for flowers, so I'm curious what else you spend your time on. Nocsia: To tell the truth, I've claimed a little corner of the castle garden for my own, and I take care of the flowers there. I'm certain the staff responsible for the garden must have noticed by now, but it seems they've chosen to overlook it. Ras: I go there sometimes and help out. I think Leo does, too. Nocsia: Oh, I knew it! Ras: You did? Nocsia: Yes, it looked like someone else had been tending to it even when I was too busy to go there for a while… I thought that the one who left pulled weeds lying around everywhere must have been you, Rasphard, and the one who neatly cleared everything away must have been Estelio. Neige: You always leave things a mess. Ras: Ouch… Nocsia: Ha ha ha, no, I'm grateful. Thank you. Nocsia: By the way, on the subject of how I spend my time… I was just an ordinary florist's daughter, so I don't know anything about the rules of high society, or how to comport myself as a princess. Because of that, there are so many things that I have to learn that I spend practically all day studying.

Do you and Neige have a better relationship now? What kind of things do you two talk about? Nocsia: I've gotten her to warm up to me bit by bit. She talks about Estelio and Rasphard the most, and sometimes she helps me with my studies. Leo: She talks about my little brother and me…? Nocsia: I've heard all kinds of things about you two. Leo: "All kinds of things?" Nocsia: Yes, indeed.

How do you feel about Neige and Estelio's relationship? Nocsia: They're quite frustrating. If only Estelio could be more honest with her… don't you agree? Ras: Yeah, though when you think about the position he's in, it's got to be difficult for him.

The way Nocsia completely overwhelmed Leo in Ending 2 was awesome! （´∀｀） Is there anything she would like to do with Neige?? Nocsia: Ha ha ha, thank you. Let's see… what I would like to do with Neige… maybe give her some advice about romance…?

I want to ask how you want Leo and Neige to end up. Nocsia: Considering that the king got married to my mother, and that Estelio is the eldest son of a noble family to begin with, I think she ought to put herself out there more a little more.

Nocsia is so beautiful and cute…!! Nocsia: Oh, you really think so? Thank you.

I couldn't help thinking that Ras and Nocsia would make a good couple! (lol) She'll definitely! definitely! make him happy!!!!!!!

If you're looking for a boyfriend, Nocsia, how about Ras?! Nocsia: Rasphard? Ras: … Nocsia: I… wonder if that would work out. Ras: Wha--nope. Nope. Nocsia: I'm not sure about our romantic potential, but I would say that we're good friends right now. We're close in age, and Rasphard also lived in the city for most of his life. Ras: I know it's rough in a lot of ways, going from being a commoner to a princess.

What's your favorite flower? Nocsia: Lily of the valley. You can grow them in a pot, and they look simple and elegant, yet cute. Ras: I like them, too! They're famous for being poisono--er, never mind.

Are you plotting to do anything to help the princess and Leo progress in their relationship? Nocsia: Hmm… that's a good question. What should I do? I don't think they'll appreciate any interference from me, but at the same time, I can't stand just sitting back and watching.

I want to know what kind of rumors about Neige the stepsister has heard. Nocsia: Mostly that she's a beautiful princess. She's famous internationally, you know, and I've heard that she's received many marriage proposals, all of which His Majesty has refused… And that she actually has a fiance already… Of course, these are all just rumors. Ras: Wait, you've got a fiance? You? Leo: For a genius, you certainly are stupid.

I'm curious about how the king and Nocsia's mother met. It would probably turn into a long story if I asked the king, so I want to hear the answer from Nocsia's mother! Then again, she never actually appeared in the story… Nocsia: I'll answer in her place. They got to know each other when His Majesty secretly came to our shop to buy flowers. Since he was in disguise, neither of us had even the slightest idea that he was the king. Leo: His Majesty is the kind of person who would make a habit of going out to the city in disguise, after all. Nocsia: Every time he showed up, he would order an enormous bouquet and tell us "It's a souvenir for my daughter." My mother thought it was so sweet of him.

#narisokonai snow white #translation

[sulevinblade]

DWC Prompt: Ghil/Solas, “Make me”

This didn’t go how I thought it was going to. Not totally happy with the tone of it, set shortly after Ghilanel finishes her specialization training, ~1500 words. For @dadrunkwriting.

“Make me,” and the ice around her ankles creaked in protest as the tension it held increased, tightening the hold.

“I think the decision you made may be dangerously short-sighted and I wish you would have taken more consultation before making it.”

She sighed and leaned forward on the cold stone rail of the balcony, arms folded to support her as she watched the mages’ banner being raised and mounted on the newly refurbished tower. “You think I haven’t sufficiently earned their trust yet.” She’d made them equals, given them a unifying purpose and a safe gathering place, even dedicated a portion of Skyhold exclusively to their use. Was this really such a betrayal? She was only one person.

Solas stepped forward to stand next to her. His presence at her side was normally reassuring but right now there was a distance. “I think you underestimate their fear and their skills of observation. Do you think myself, Dorian, and Vivienne are the only mages sensitive enough to realize what’s changed about you? The mages you’ve gathered are more than familiar with templars. They’ve seen the trainers arrive and they’ve seen them now assimilate into the castle’s regular population so they know whatever choice you made, it’s finished now.”

“If they already know then why do I need to address it?” Even asking the question made her stomach sink; Ghilanel knew the answer, but speaking before the entirety of the Inquisition, or even just of its mages, made her sick to think about. Cullen and Fiona were far more skilled at things like this but she couldn’t expect them to handle something this personal.

“The longer you leave this unspoken, the greater the suspicion will grow, and while the Inquisition is strong, it will not survive the departure of the mages or worse, their mutiny. You cannot allow this to go unremarked upon much longer, Inquisitor. Your people must know who they’re following.”

The title made her cringe but it also proved his point. Ghilanel turned to look at Solas over her shoulder. The sympathy on his face eased her concern a little. “I’ll come up with something. I won’t leave them in the dark, Solas. They’ve followed me this far, they deserve to know.”

It had been several days since then, however, and the well of ideas remained dry. Cullen hadn’t told the troops he was going through lyrium withdrawal. Cassandra and Leliana kept their crises of faith as private as possible; it was only Ghilanel’s position that gave her the privilege of knowing their minds. The line between being a trustworthy leader and being too open with the people who followed her seemed finer all the time and there was no example in the Inquisition for her to use as a guide.

Then, as he had done so many months earlier on a mountain path near Haven, Solas forced her hand.

She gathered her circle at the gates to depart for the Western Approach, with herself, Solas, Blackwall, Cassandra, and Alistair as the forward party. Her mind was elsewhere, on getting answers from the Wardens and what it might mean for two of the men riding with her, when she felt the temperature plummet. That and the thrumming she was now hyperaware of were all the warning Ghilanel had before her boots were encased in ice.

The air among those in the courtyard might as well have frozen too, silent as it was. Every head turned, however, to the source of the spell.

“Solas! What is the meaning of this?” Cassandra’s voice was confused somewhere behind Ghilanel’s left shoulder. At the moment, all she could follow was sound, her vision stuck somewhere in the middle distance as she processed what was happening. Noise spread out from Cassandra after she spoke, the assembly starting to react. The horses were spooked but she could hear Blackwall trying to calm them, calling over a couple of soldiers to help lead the animals away from what was happening. The last thing they needed was a panicked horse further complicating what was already a very precarious situation.

“There is a matter the Inquisitor must resolve before we can leave Skyhold, Seeker.” Solas was far enough that she couldn’t reach him with her sword. Not that she would ever try, but the effect wasn’t lost on her. Her normal methods of conflict resolution would not work here. She twisted her hips, testing the strength of the ice holding her in place. No less than she expected. She wasn’t going anywhere just yet.

“Whatever that matter is, this cannot be the best way to handle it.” The surprise and concern in Cassandra’s tone warmed Ghilanel, not for her own sake but because it meant there was no way Cassandra had anticipated something like this from Solas. Perhaps now he’d see how much Cassandra genuinely trusted him. Not that it mattered right now. Right now she knew all Cassandra saw was Solas pinning her in place with spikes of ice.

“Perhaps not, but it is the most direct and efficient. The Inquisitor knows what she needs to do.” His tone was even, level, not antagonistic in the least, but Ghilanel still heard Cassandra approaching. That was what made her lift her hand and finally focus her vision. Solas had his staff in his hand and his legs bent, clearly prepared to cast again. His face was a mask, unreadable but for the intention in his eyes. Despite herself, Ghilanel couldn’t help but feel she’d disappointed him by not taking action sooner. She’d brought this on herself.

“Solas. This is not the time or the place. Please release me.” She knew his intention, but no one else here did, and the longer she stood with her legs frozen, the larger the crowd gathering to watch grew. It contained both mages and templars, and the implications of the outcome of this for all of them were staggering. She had to handle this flawlessly.

“On the contrary, there is no better place and no more time to lose. I will not release you; you must release yourself. And be warned, should you draw your sword and attempt to use it on the ice, you will only damage your blade.” Naturally Solas would provide supernaturally hard ice for this as well. He never did anything by half. Ghilanel stared at him and shook her head.

“You are doing more harm than good right now. Think about how this looks and let me go.”

“No.” This time Ghilanel had to raise both hands as a murmur swelled from the assembled crowd and she saw several of the templars among them reaching for weapons or beginning to gather their focus. Creators, what a disaster that would be, for the mages she’d worked so hard to incorporate into this effort to see the templars around them converge on someone like Solas. She had no rubric against which to measure things like this but she’d seen Solas in the field, unbowed by half a dozen rogue templars engaging with him at once. If they tried it here, he would only humiliate them in front of the people they were meant to be protecting.

“Solas. Free me.”

“Inquisitor.” His eyes softened a little, imploring her silently, and in the moment she was shocked at her own resentment. “Make me,” and the ice around her ankles creaked in protest as the tension it held increased, tightening the hold.

“No. I will not.” Ghilanel closed her eyes, lowered her arms, and raised her voice. Best to simply get it over with. “I have sought the powers of a templar for one singular purpose, and that is to defeat Corypheus. There are templars enough among you, templars who answer to the Commander and to me. I will not allow their power to exist here unchecked and should every mage in this castle come for my life, I will never turn my powers on you. So release me or not, Solas, the choice is yours, but make it.” She opened her eyes again and settled her gaze on Solas, her speech slow and deliberate. She was done. “We are wasting daylight.”

The pitch of the crowd’s murmurs rose, curiosity outweighing anxiety as they turned their attention to Solas. For his part, he wasted no further time; the ice at her ankles burst into a cloud of snow and was quickly swept away. He slipped his staff into the straps on his back and shifted his posture straight again, moving in a moment from a challenger to the humble apostate most of the Inquisition saw him to be. “Thank you, Inquisitor.”

Ghilanel drew a deep breath and turned toward where Blackwall held the horses, refusing to acknowledge the dozens of eyes on her, including Cassandra’s and Alistair’s. She had meant her statement about wasting daylight and right now all she wanted was to start putting miles between herself and this courtyard. She gave just a few directions–Alistair to take point, she and Blackwall in the middle, and Cassandra and Solas to ride at the rear–and the party was silent as they departed Skyhold. Any conversations to be had about what just happened, and she knew there would have to be several, would wait until that night’s camp.

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