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forgottenciara · 8 days

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cillian: what did you want to tell me?

~ Flashback ~

While it had never been confirmed to her, she had begun to suspect that, perhaps, that the resistance numbers were far fewer than she had once imagined. And if this suspicion was correct, Cillian Frost would be the key to everything.

If she exposed him, the rest of them would fall.

Ronan would stop at nothing to ensure that his brother was rescued and Percy, Kale and Finn would both follow his plans without a second thought -- and there would be nothing that the more levelheaded females of the group would be able to say to make them reconsider. It was clear that they were all bound together by something stronger than their shared believes. They were a family and that meant that they'd risk everything -- including the greater good -- for the good of each other.

The moment was nearing now: Cillian was to come to the palace today. She'd told him that her cousin and his sons would be away from the castle on a hunt and therefore it would be safe to assume his Lord Ormond persona and gather any information he could by speaking with the courtiers.

That had all been a lie.

In fact her cousins were all set to meet her here shortly for tea this afternoon. With Arthur and Edmund who knew him as Cillian the servant and Cassandra who knew him as Cillian the lord, he would be held here under charges of fraud and then she could come forward as Godfrey's informant.

Ciara had sent the guards in the hall on an errand, so Cillian could sneak into her family's quarters in the castle unnoticed. He stood there now, dressed as Lord Ormond. Aside from his windblown hair, he certainly looked the part.

Once, she had aided him in his disguise. His intentions to become Lord Cillian Ormond had been noble ones and, even now, she had to commend him for the selfless act of bravery that he had performed to save the life of another. She never would have condemned him for that. It had been one of a hundred small moments that had started to revise her own opinions of all of them. And Ciara realized, not for the first time, that there was a small part of her that begged her not to do this.

But the crimes of the resistance had been many -- that was just as apparent. She knew that her own family would never be safe as long as they posed a threat to them. Had it not been clear that they meant to leave none of them alive? If she did nothing, would she be responsible for the death of her beloved cousins? Her father? And could they truly blame her for doing whatever it took to ensure their lives, when surely they would do the same for their own?

Ciara had told Percy to make certain that Cillian came to her immediately, before he did anything else. "I'm sorry I'm late," Cillian explained, "Valentina was in one of her moods and I -- I don't like to take the main road from Malconaire." The impatience in his voice was apparent. He wanted to make the most of the time he had left, "What is it you wanted to tell me?"

AI don't like to take the main road from Malconaire.

Ciara remembered the first time she'd seen it: the Pyre Walk was horrific even in the weeks following the burnings -- the half decayed; half scorched bodies that still remained hanging left behind as a warning. She hadn't known what had happened there, when they'd initially ridden past it, and had been told by one of her attendants that it was surely part of some barbaric Astairan tradition: they worshiped demons here, after all.

It wasn't until later that she had heard the truth of it: how her cousin had rounded up anyone who had ever been suspected to be a witch and had them burned. None of them had had a trial; none of them had had any real proof laid against them and all of them had died.

Cillian was looking at her, expectedly. Ciara still had not given him an answer. "Are you alright?"

She had been so close to exposing him, but it was those memories that changed her mind. Whatever happened -- whoever became ruler of Astaira next -- it was suddenly very clear to her that it could not remain in the hands of Roderick. Whatever the consequences of her actions, she did not want to see the horrors of the Pyre Walk repeated.

So Cillian must live to see another day.

"I -- I don't think you should do this, Cillian. It's too dangerous today. I'm sorry, but -- you must leave. Now." How long did they have? Since he had arrived late, she suspected that they had mere moments to spare. "Here -- " She practically shoved him through the door, "down through the servant's entrance. No should see you."

Before Cillian could protest, there was a knock at the door.

Cillian didn't move.

"Cillian, you can't be here -- "

"I don't think I've ever told you before but ... thank you. For everything."

"This is hardly the time -- "

"I know but ... this can't be easy. So, thank you. From all of us."

Cillian had never said anything like that to her, before. She could tell that he had never truly trusted her -- even if her assistance with his Lord Ormond disguise had softened him, somewhat. For a moment, she wondered if he had somehow known that she had changed her mind: that she had just then decided to save him.

Another knock upon the door, "Cillian if you don't leave now, I -- "

"Where's the fun if we don't press our luck a little?" But he held up his hands in defeat as he said it and stepped back into the passage. Ciara slammed the door behind him, just as the door opened and her royal cousins were announced.

#drabble #cillian frost #idk what this is #challenge

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cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal · 2 months

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You wanted nsfw asks so here they are: 🥥 for Miro, 🍐 for Remus and 🔥for whoever is most likely to have yes as an answer

Oh, gods, I forgot this was in my ask box!! I'm sorry, Luxx! 😭

🥥How vocal are they, during sex? (For Miro)

Miro is not very vocal, but incredibly talkative. Mostly soft grunts or moans and an endless sea of dirty talk and/or ribbing depending on who he's with. The man loves to be fucking a smart-ass.

🍐Say they wanted to look sexy for their partner, what sort of outfit would they wear? (For Remus)

Remus fucking loves clothes, so I hope Wei and Ricardo like figuring out how to take them off. Most of what he wears to feel sexy or look sexy for his partners will vary based on his mood, but all of it will be in the privacy of their own homes. He likes strappy things and low necklines and tight, lacy things. Boots and gloves and anything that looks elegant or a bit slutty that takes time to remove.

🔥Do they get turned on by strange things, such as fire, chaos, blood, etc? (For Mateo)

Mateo always gets a bit fired up after a fight. There's just something about a good fight that gets his blood pumping. If he hadn't been certain Ricardo was straight (or if he'd had Julia), he definitely would have dragged Ortega off after a fight for a quickie back in his Sidestep days. I have a sneaking suspicion that, in his Mycotic era, he drops into Mariana's (his puppet's) body to go visit Mortum.

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#Casimiro de la vega #Remus Ramirez #Mateo de la Cruz #Thank you for asking sorry it took me an age to answer

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dawndelion-winery · 7 months

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> Hello!!

> I'm sorry for bothering you but, ehm... I'm not sure how to say this actually. A letter addressed to you seems to have been sent to the wrong address! I'm not sure how, but I ended up in my hands before yours. So here I am, giving you your letter instead! I'm sure the mailman messed up addresses, although it remains weird with how far apart our addresses are haha.

*You have received the letter with your name from Shiro! The return address on the envelope is not from the person handing you the letter. Furthermore, a name from the actual sender seems to be missing. How strange!

The letter and envelope seem to be in rough condition. Wherever the sender was, this letter has been through a lot before ending up in your hands. For unknown reasons to you, the return address is the Fortress of Meropide, and even stranger is the Fatui sigil on the wax seal. All these things don’t seem to add up.

When you open the letter, a nice handwriting organizes words on the white parchment. Whoever wrote this, they seemed to have sent letters regularly. There are no signs of hesitance or carefully chosen words on this page. All the emotions in the letters are raw, only for you to bear witness to them.

“My love.

I hear that my time in the Fortress of Meropide caused quite a stir. Writing this letter was easy, but sending it has proven to be a much more difficult task. If my suspicions are correct, this will be the first letter you’ll received from me in these past few months. And if it is correct, a certain someone has been intercepting my letters to you.

Luckily, the people down here seem to appreciate strength and hard work above all. After some talking, I was able to find someone up for the task of sending this to you. I hope you’ve not been too lonely while I’ve been away. Not to worry, I won’t let anything keep me restrained for too long. Before you know it, I’ll be back.

Until then, I am missing your kisses.

Yours always,

Ajax.

(At the end of the letter, ‘Ajax’ seems to have drawn a little whale with surrounding hearts. For someone locked up in Fontaine’s prison, he proves to be awfully optimistic. Although, it's easy to suspect that he’s been there for quite some time and has missed a lot of information while he was away.)”

The notif sounded so ominous, I was convinced something went wrong 💀💀💀

Ah dang though, do you think Kaeya has any connections to Fontaine's legal system? Who was in charge again? That Duke Wriothesley, I believe. I need to have a word with him about odd letters from unknown inmates. I should hope this isn't a liability on their part. I'd hate to think of criminals running loose in Fontaine. What if they come to Mondstadt? Stay safe Shiro, it seems Meropide has your address<33 take care

#acco victim arc #winery guests: shiro

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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powers or no powers...you're still an eternal

Dad!Druig x Reader

Summary: Your and Druig's daughter doesn't want powers, so when she does get them, Druig makes the attempt to comfort her.

WC: 1.7k

A/N: yalllll than you so much for requesting more dad!druig. I planned on writing this for a while then you guys blew up my askbox with this concept :') enjoy the family fluff. this is also poorly edited I'm sorry

Despite being born to parents who could create things from nothing and the power to control someone with a flash of golden eyes, as well as having a family who were the original superheroes, all your daughter wanted to be was normal. Her distaste for cosmic energy only progressed as she entered high school.

Year after year, Orla would rejoice in the fact she was still just a normal girl. Grimacing every time she'd ask her parents if she and Rory would get them, she always got the same response of "I don't know." She prayed to Arishem, God, the universe, or whoever would listen to her pleas.

"Girl world is different," the fifteen-year-old said out loud to no one, "I'd get laughed at for not fitting in." Orla wanted to believe that the cosmic being was listening...until she came home from school one day and saw Rory shooting force fields from his hands.

If her brother got powers... it was only a matter of time before her life was ruined.

Orla sat at the round kitchen table, her nose buried in her geometry book, muttering to herself that none of it made sense. "You could ask your uncle," You chimed in, digging around the pantry looking for a certain orange box.

Orla groaned and tapped her pen against her notebook, "We're six hours ahead of them," she replied with a straight face.

You let out a small laugh and took a step back, placing your hands on your hips in annoyance. Where the hell is the baking soda? You thought to yourself, releasing a deep exhale.

"It's in Rory's room," Orla sighed, "he was trying to make a volcano."

Your face scrunched, had you thought out loud? You probably did... there's no way she could have heard you. What's a substitute for baking soda? You think again to yourself, making your way back over to the stove.

"Baking powder," Orla answered you, unamused. Your chin jerked upward in surprise, turning around you saw her looking down at her book, her head resting on her palm. Letting out a soft hum of suspicion you return to the stove, turning the small dials.

A tingling sensation forms at the center of your forehead, making you wince as it traveled to the base of your neck. You could hear the faint, yet haunting whispers of cosmic energy. This feeling and those sounds were familiar to you, way too familiar. "Druig?" you question in your head, his name matching the echoes of the energy.

"Mom?" Orla's worried voice entered the space inside your head.

Your head whipped around, your daughter standing timidly next to the table. Her normally soft eyes were the golden hue that matched her father's, glistening tears threatening to fall from them. Your brain told you to walk to her... but you couldn't. It was like your foot was chained to the floor, but it wasn't a chain holding you there, it was Orla.

"Mom," she repeated meekly, her voice cracking.

"Orla," you said calmly, "I need you to focus."

"I'm scared," she sobbed, her entire body feeling like lead yet so shaky at the same time. Her hands close to her chest, fingers gripping her black turtleneck nervously.

"I know, sweetie, I know," you hush her, holding out your hand to her"you're safe, I promise. You're safe. Orla, let me go." She wasn't as strong as Druig, at least not yet. You weren't under complete control, you were grateful you could talk her through this.

Orla took in a deep breath which was more like gasping for air. Her head suddenly felt fuzzy, her eyes returning to a normal color. The girl wiped her eyes roughly with her sleeve before running to you, wrapping her shaky arms around you. A string of hushed apologies fell from her lips. You wrapped her in your arms protectively, clutching the back of her head, the other rubbing the space between her shoulder blades.

Before you could give her any reassurance or praise for her newfound abilities, the teenager fled the scene. Scurrying out of the room like a scared child. She was a scared child.

Hours had passed since the incident in the kitchen, your daughter refusing to come out of her room no matter how hard you tried to talk to her. Rory stood in front of you, the 9-year-old carbon copy of your husband excitedly playing with his powers. "Look, mom!" he cheered, "I'm Captain America!"

You half-heartedly chucked at him, your y/e/c eyes pinned to the front door. Your foot shaking with anxious anticipation for your husband to walk through it. The lock to the said door suddenly clicked, a small creak that you needed to fix brought you out of your absent-minded thoughts.

"Druig," you said hurriedly before rising to your feet. Crossing the room you cup his face in your hands, his hands immediately finding their way to your hips.

"Hello?" he questioned with a small giggle, "Are you ok?"

You broke out into a small happy smile. Regardless of what happened, Orla's powers finally manifested, putting an end to the Eternals questioning. Druig took notice of your smile, raising a single dark brow.

"Are you pregnant?" he asked carefully.

You shake your head and scrunched your nose, "No," you laughed, "Orla got her powers."

The mind reader smiled brightly, the skin by his eyes crinkling. "What can she do?" he wondered joyfully.

"She has your powers, Dru," you answered.

Druig's face fell instantly, retracting his hands from your body. You stilled as he started to walk away from you, "Are you ok?" he asked plainly, walking through the swinging door.

You nodded, "Yeah, yeah, of course. She's not taking it well and she won't talk to me," you told him as he made his way into the kitchen. You followed him close behind, sticking out your hand to hold the door open. "You need to talk to her."

Druig opened the white door of the medicine cabinet, quickly taking out a white bottle, eyes scanning to make sure it was the right one. His actions fixated on his task, his face was stoic and unreadable. "You're the only one who knows exactly what she's going through."

After taking a bottle of water from the refrigerator, he stood in front of you, his soft blue eyes looking into yours. You could see there was the smallest crack in his demeanor, then he spoke: "It's times like these I wish Ajak was still here. She'd know what to tell her."

You sighed in agreement before touching your forehead to his. You both lingered there for a moment, "She loves you more than anyone. You'll get through to her," you said finally.

Orla sat on her bed, curled up in a ball to make herself seem smaller with her pillow pressed tightly against her chest. Her teary eyes focused on a random spot on the floor below her. Forcing her mind to become vacant, so maybe then her powers would go away.

"Orla," Druig said sweetly as he entered her room, "Your mother told me what happened." Her eyes slowly moved upward to look at him, only to look back down to her floor solemnly.

"I just wanted to be normal," she shrugged, clutching her pillow tighter.

Druig let out a laugh as he walked over to her bed, setting down the bottle on her white table. "You're not normal," he said. Orla whined at his response, folding even further into herself, holding onto that pillow a little tighter.

Fuck. He cursed himself at the poor choice of words. He sat on her bed next to her and held out his palm. Two small white round pills resting in the center, "Take these, I know your head hurts."

Orla moved closer to him, eagerly taking the medicine from his palm. She placed them in her mouth and reached for the water. "How did you know?" she asked, bringing the clear bottle to her lips.

Druig exhaled, shifting in his seat with a small knowing smile on his face. "Because my head hurts when I use my powers a lot," he explained. His daughter weakly smiled at his answer, putting the bottle back on her nightstand gently. "You'll feel better in a minute."

"Thanks, Dad," she whispered.

Druig cleared his throat. "Orla," he began, raising his hand to push back her brown hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Ajak be with him. "You were born into a group, a family that can do extraordinary things. You were never meant to be normal."

Orla sighed and leaned into his comforting touch, "But what if I won't want to do those extraordinary things, Dad?" Her words came out slowly, afraid to tell him that she didn't want the life of an Eternal.

He exhaled audibly and placed his hands in his lap, allowing Orla to lean on his shoulder. She looked around at the polaroids on the wall, some with her friends while most of them were with her family. "No one's asking you to put a celestial to sleep or save an entire group of people from themselves, or fight a deviant, Orla," Druig kept his voice low, still battling with the fact the reasoning why he had his powers was a lie, "we never got a choice until Ajak let us go. Your mom and I want you to make that decision for yourself when the time comes."

Druig drapes his arm around her shoulder and brought her close to his side, "Powers or no powers you are an Eternal and you are my daughter. You at least have to know how to control it." He could feel Orla nod against his shoulder. "I'm going to help you every step of the way."

Orla finally smiled a little, looking up at him through her lashes, "Can I use them on Rory?" She asked jokingly, sitting up and placing her pillow back amongst the others.

Druig peered down at her lap, a faded, well-loved pink bunny resting on her leg. He picked it up delicately and looked at her with a playful smirk, "The house rule of no mind control applies to you now," he replied, tilting his chin.

Orla tilted her chin upward after him, "Fine."

#druig x reader #druig x you #druig x y/n #druig imagine #druig fanfic #dad!druig #druig oneshot #eternals #eternals fanfic #eternals imagine

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reynie-muldoons · 3 years

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'The Dance of the Celestial Orb' liveblog!

for real this time lmfao

book and show spoilers below

I'm ✨nervous✨ please let our children be okay

0:10 this Sticky arc hurts me so kuch

1:35 this music is BUMPIN

2:22 I just wanna know how she got under there without the dude seeing her

2:47 "all systems go" for the Improvement.... yikes 😬😬😬

2:55 she didn't wait even 5 seconds after they left, the door was still closing when she popped up 😂 can you imagine if one of them doubled back right at that moment

3:18 they look like the dudes from that veggietales movie, I think it was Esther- the island of perpetual tickling?? Anyone??? 😂😂😂

4:00 Kate vented.......

4:51 "not a rat" yeah no shit

5:07 if not for the suspense, I would be jamming out lmaooo

6:10 Mr. Benedict is looking at the shoreline, is he about to watch Kate dive in???? Because I mean that's where she's gotta be going

6:20 "memory challenges"? Is Rhonda talking about Milligan's amnesia, or has short term memory been affected as well??

6:29 .....thank you for answering so efficiently 😂

6:42 "I buy it. I completely.... buy it." RHONDA THAT'S NOT HELPFUL AHSKSHDJKD

6:56 can you imagine seeing your friend go down in a sub then hours later seeing the sub float up in fucking PIECES

7:06 KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE!

7:06 please let it be reunion time

7:25 oh hello that's a drop

7:38 *to the tune of Bezos I* come on Katie u can do it pave the way put ur back into it

7:51 she craves that mineral

8:06 Sticky, my child

8:20 oh my gosh they went out and LOOKED FOR HER I care them 😭😭😭

8:23 SHE KNEW HIS DREAM SHE KNEW HIS DREAM TELEPATH TELEPATH TELEPATH

8:34 STICKY STOPPPP

8:40 "jumping to conclusions is a failure of character" wow that really is something Curtain would say

8:52 angry Reynie. He is in rare form

8:54 "and you helped put her there!" OOOOOOOH I SCREAMED

9:03 "I shouldn't have yelled" okay but you kinda should have Sticky needs a wake up call

9:06 "dont apologize. I like this side of you." IS THIS THE START OF REYNIE AND CONSTANCE HAVING THE BEST SIBLING RELATIONSHIP

9:22 "if you really cared about me, you'd want me to be happy instead of standing there telling me who I am" oh Sticky my dude I am NOT digging the manipulation

9:36 Reynie pulling out the BFF card!!! Also Reynie digging in his feet because he knows he's right!!!! That's great setup for his arc as a strategist later

9:48 "I'm telling you, Kate's fine." Narrator: Kate was not, in fact, fine.

10:03 "they'll notice." Sticky has made one (1) good point.

10:11 oh dear god are they fingerprinting this bitch

10:19 all this equipment, has no one walked up to the cliff and looked down???

10:23 HAHAHAHA WAIT THEY ACTUALLY HAVEN'T

10:27 "we've been out here all night" that means Kate has been clinging to a cliff by her fingers and toes ALL NIGHT????

11:04 babe I know it's been a long night but maybe wait a second for them to actually leave before you climb back up

11:15 BUCKET NO

11:22 she has to go get it. There's no way someone wouldn't find that shit, it's in plain view

11:37 "WAS"???? WHY ARE WE SAYING WAS????? NO PAST TENSE HERE MILLIGAN'S FINE

11:43 "I only wish we could've known him better" NOOOPE NONONO WE'RE NOT DOING THIS

11:47 Rhonda back at it as the voice of reason!!!!!

11:59 "I have never met a more competent swimmer" throwback to "the baaAAAYYYY"

12:10 MR. BENEDICT'S FACE HAHAHAHA HOLD ON LET ME TAKE A PICTURE IM DYING

12:11 NUMBER TWO, NOT HELPING

12:14 RHONDA'S FACE HAHENDJDKDN

12:33 "we will go rescue him" because of COURSE he would

12:36 Rhonda is his best wingwoman omfg she's so consistent

12:54 MISS PERUMAL??????

12:56 MISS PERUMAL!!!!!!

13:00 SHE KNOWS HE'S RIGHT GAKSHDBDHEKSNND

13:09 "how hard can it be? It's an island!" PFFFFT

13:16 oh SQ baby boy please get out of there

13:25 "I certainly have my own suspicions" he said, looking at SQ why are you looking at SQ like that

13:31 SQ GET OUT OF THERE PLEASE IS2G

13:36 here we fuckin go

13:43 the captions have the f in forest capitalized like it's this special place

13:43 new hc that the Forest is a magical place like pixie hollow

13:57 TWO THINGS: 1. YES stand up for yourself baby!!!! 2. Shepard Quaid? Interesting! I don't think we ever got SQ's full name in the books, I hope TLS made that decision!

14:08 your "father hat"??? Oh my gosh shut the fuck up right there don't even continue

14:16 oh yeah real fuckin cute put on your "steward of this institution hat" and call that a good reason to be a shit person

14:43 "No." GOOD FOR HIMMMM GOOD JOB SQ

15:03 Kate's struggling right by the shore where a certain someone would be returning after a very hard swim, it would be a great time for a meeting wouldn't you think

15:09 KATE THE GREAT

15:11 "THE TRAPESE GODDESS" I WILL REFER TO HER AS NOTHING ELSE

15:26 sorry but that green screen of her falling was kinda funny

15:28 soooooo is someone, a very certain someone, gonna catch her...??????

15:36 YEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

15:43 IS THIS IT????@?@?!?

15:46 awww poor baby girl you can tell how tired she is

15:46 just putting this out there- they look so good in frame together

15:46 the actor who plays Milligan is fucking huge in stature so I wasn't sure how that would go but it looks so good

16:00 THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT HER WITH HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER I CANT DO THISSSSS

16:20 "keep going." 😭😭😭😭😭

16:23 "you dont understand." Ohhhh I think he does

16:25 "I think I do." What did I tell you, he's got your back babygirl

16:45 I'm so glad she's talking this out, and with Milligan of all people

17:01 it makes so much sense for Kate to feel alone in that situation, and when Kate feels anything less than positive she goes and does something, whatever that something is.

17:05 "So.. I...." "fell off a cliff and nearly died." Thanks for putting things into perspective Milligan

17:05 Milligan is such a good dad stop

17:19 "most of the way" is an understatement LMFAO

17:29 I'm so glad we know the intimate details of Milligan's illustrious swimming abilities 😂 out of all the new things wfrom the show that one wasnt on my radar

17:52 leave it to Milligan to come up with an escape plan off of an island with no water vessel with four kids in tow

18:08 THEYRE SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭

18:08 lowkey I'm super surprised they didnt take this opportunity to have Milligan's arduous swim force his memories out and have the father daughter bonding time they deserve. I hope they give that moment ample time to flesh out.

18:13 BUCKET!!!

18:13 wait that shot is so artsy hold up lmfao

18:13 this looks like someone's photography final hahahaha

18:26 THE TENDER MUSIC STOPPPP 😭😭😭

18:41 Sticky is still on that jumping to conclusions bs he got from Curtain

18:44 WETHERALL'S WIDGET 😭

19:31 "Kate... she's in danger..." NO SHIT SHERLOCK

19:36 "and it's all because of me." Not just because of you but love to see you taking responsibility

19:52 once again I am asking WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS IN THE OPEN

20:26 "Kate. She has changed." "Not really. She's always been who she is." "Her clothes. She changed clothes." PFFFT HAHHAHA they really took a moment of self-reflection and made it so much better

20:55 AYYYYY KATE'S DEPENDENCY ARC CONTINUESSSSS

21:35 yikes yikes yikes

22:16 I love that Mr. Benedict got closure in telling Miss Perumal that her words stuck with him

22:40 the way she just knows Reynie took the position of leader 😭😭

22:54 SHE WROTE HIM A LETTERRR

23:02 "Would it be possible to get this to him?" Ma'am what part of undercover spy don't you get

23:54 it's still really weird that we are now in a position where Reynie is the one who is not trusted and Sticky is the one in Curtain's favor

24:13 and here we see Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues shining through

24:21 "the little things matter. Every minor detail, it all matters!" CALLBACK TO MR. BENEDICT TELLING THE CHILDREN THAT THEY ALL MATTER

24:55 "I can tell with complete accuracy when a person is lying." first of all, no. second of all, I cannot wait for him to talk to Constance.

26:33 why is Mr. Benedict graphically explaining the children's potential trauma so funny to me

26:40 "you're catastrophizing." "Yes. I am. Quite severely. Thank you." WHY IS THIS FUNNY

26:58 MADGE!!!!

27:16 she's so prettyyyyy

27:33 GOOD JOB MADGE!!!!!

27:36 wait did she just take the LETTER??? she's delivering the LETTER?????

28:05 WHAT DOES "OKAY FINE" MEAN??? REYNIE??????

28:22 it's sad because it's true 🥺

28:24 "I miss my teacher from the orphanage" the best lies are the ones rooted in truth 🥺🥺🥺

28:48 roll credits

29:16 Reynie honey Orion's Belt isn't on the ceiling

29:29 the way he was so confident that he had it right 😑 Curtain Stop Being a Pretentious Fuck challenge

29:52 our babygirl is so smartttt

29:55 did Milligan plant his prints 😳 oh no OH NO

29:57 MARTINA???? WHATSUEJHDKD

29:57 is this the replacement for when they pin cheating on her????

30:03 THE KEY CARD!!!!

30:11 MADGEEEE

30:21 "one attacked me as a small child" honey you are a small child

30:24 "it did not win," she said, smiling menacingly

30:40 "so we dance again" WHY DID THE MUSIC REV UP WHEN SHE SAID THAT HAHAHAHA

31:01 ✨woodworking is a passion✨

31:58 "was it functional?" "Well I guess that depends on how you define functionality" RHONDA'S FACE IN THE BACKGROUND HAHAHAHA

32:10 OH HEY MARTINA

32:17 wait 🥺

32:22 that has to be SQ :)

32:28 hi sweet boy

32:34 please tell me they did that shot of the sandwich because Madge is about to take it

32:39 LMFAOOOOO

32:44 hi good girl!!! Enjoy your snackies

32:50 oh god oh no the LETTER

33:25 oh wow we're doing this NOW??

33:52 and here we see another example of Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues bubbling to the surface

34:10 hey what if you uhhh weren't such an asshole

34:33 that man's voice is buttery

34:52 REYNIE'S TRYING TO TELL SQ????

35:02 and they're talking about this right in front of the office door, WHY??

35:24 AND THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT THIS RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE OFFICE DOOR, WHY????

35:55 he's letting him go 🥺🥺🥺🥺

36:14 why does that look like a body bag

36:17 oh my gosh it definitely is a body bag, hey Martina

36:25 yep, that's about what I expected

36:36 "whoever did this to me, they're gonna pay" oh girl do I have some bad news for you

37:12 ahhhh, so Martina is the burnt out gifted kid who keeps going out of spite and sheer force of will

37:12 everything makes much more sense now

37:30 ohhhhh my gosh feelings time

37:44 "I think it's awesome." "Yeah. I know you do." THE SHIPPERS ARE THRIVING

37:54 THEY REALLY WANT TO MAKE THIS AS PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE HUH

38:10 "it's the least I can do" that's an understatement 😬

38:14 AAWWWWW SHKSHSLSBDK

38:20 "I don't know what I'd do without you, Wetherall" STOPPPPP

38:30 HEY BUD UH MAYBE CLOSE YOUR DOOR???

38:38 he's been writing letters to her every night and now he finally gets one back 😭😭

39:34 so Miss Perumal wrote this letter with the intention of it being sent to him, right- why did she write it like that?? 😂

39:34 they've gone to such lengths to communicate in code but the letter kind of undermines that- it was written in such a way that an onlooker would know Reynie was a spy but wouldn't know what he was doing or why. No wonder SQ was pissed

39:41 KATE!!

40:10 BREAKING NEWS: local bastard man treats everyone like shit

40:15 ohhhhh SQ bud please be careful

40:30 "always have time for my son," he said in a clipped voice that implied that he does not have time for his son

40:35 ohhh he's getting RIGHT INTO IT HUH

40:41 you mean to tell me he's never asked about Mr. Curtain's work?? Ever???? Somehow that doesn't seem right to me

40:57 hey uh what if you didn't talk down to SQ at every opportunity

41:02 "would you care to reconsider that answer, son?" "No." DIG THOSE HEELS IN SQ!!!!

41:22 I'm really not digging that Curtain is using the guise of openly expressing his feelings to communicate his anger and his unasked question. Not cool bitch head

41:33 the fact that he didn't answer SQ's spoken question kind of also answers his unspoken question

41:45 "I knew there was something off about that girl. But espionage?" "How do you so convincingly fake a tetherball obsession?" I love that this entire conversation could be about Martina or Kate interchangeably

42:34 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

42:36 IF IT WAS THAT EASY TO FIND WITH BINOCULARS HOW HAD THEY NOT BEEN SPOTTED UP UNTIL THIS POINT?!!?#? HOW????

43:05 Kate advocating for Martina with the Society 🥺🥺 the interaction I didn't know I needed

43:58 "I definitely don't like to leave anything unfinished." "That's true, I've seen you eat." PFFFFT

44:05 YESS YOU GO STICKY USE YOUR ACCESS FOR PRIME INTEL

44:19 "well, you can't succeed without me, so..." baby girl you have no idea how right you are

44:28 please let that be Milligan PLEASE LET THAT BE MILLIGAN

44:32 YEAAAAAHHHHH

44:35 I simply adore him

44:45 "would you mind helping me down, please? I'm stuck." Your honor I would die for this man

44:54 oh shit, Martina's tryna sleuth it out herself.. this can't end well

45:04 is she about to find Kate's marbles or something?? Callback to the book?

45:26 the absolute MURDER in her eyes

45:31 FUCKIN YIKES

45:41 "the clothes of someone who had given up" ASEJDGEIDNDLFK

45:47 well that's not good

46:00 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

46:04 PLEASE let them be on their way already, please

46:14 THEY MADE A BLIMP????

46:17 Goodyear is QUAKING

46:35 why the fuck is Number Two in red, that's upsetting on principle

THEYRE JUST ENDING IT THERE???? goddamnit!!!!

How surreal is it that next week is the finale?? Idk if I'm ready for that????

#mbs disney+#mbs liveblog #the dance of the celestial orb #the mysterious benedict society #charity's talkies

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desertofsnowflakes · 3 years

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Incorrect Order Chapter 4 (Nessian AU)

A/N: I know I haven't been able to update as fast as you'd want me to but I'll try to fix that. Your comments and feedbacks are very much appreciated. Do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: None really

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The best way to keep whatever problems one has out of their mind was to do something they liked. That was the only way Cassian kept from spiraling. Since sending the woman to her own house, Cassian had more than a few moments when he wanted to repeatedly slam his head against a wall. That’s why he spent most of his time sparring with Azriel. He won’t admit he was simping for that woman in his free time too. Or maybe that was always.

Now, sprawled on a couch in front of the TV, with nothing to do but stare at a blank screen, Cassian led his thoughts to the box he kept all unwanted thoughts locked in. He thought about Tomas, her ex-boyfriend. Funny, he thought. I know her ex's name but not hers.

It took him a little too long the other day to realise they didn't exchange names. Again. He once thought that maybe she was purposely not giving him her name. That maybe, for her, he was just a random stranger who happened to save her life. He snorted. Surely anyone would know the name of the person they saved or was saved by— stranger or not. He supposed he'll have to make do with pronouns for now.

After she left his home, it took every scrap of self-restraint not to beat this Tomas dude to pulp and let him rot in the same alley he had the misfortune of meeting him in. He may or may not have been the cause for some extra injuries. Cassian appreciated the woman’s attempt at mercy. He, however, didn’t trust Tomas at all. He was dubious about just handing him over to the police. Who’s to know he won’t frame him and the woman for absurd things? Anyway, he left a note in Tomas’s house saying something like “Step out of line, lose your favourite part of anatomy. Name it and have it for your meal.” He made sure he printed so that no one would recognise his writing. Yet, all this didn’t calm his nerves one bit. He presumed he’ll have to stay on guard for some time now.

Now, back to the girl. He sighed. He didn’t dare change the sheets in his guest bedroom. He didn’t even let Mor use the room when she came over last weekend— which he could bet created suspicion. No, that room was only open when he craved her scent. He even realised one of his shirts was missing. He shrugged it off thinking he would've left it somewhere and just couldn't find it. Once she came to his house, he was constantly thinking about her. So much that now he started pinching himself often. It was the only way he could stop thinking about her— by creating physical pain.

Cassian glanced at the clock on the wall. 2.30 in the afternoon. He walked to the refrigerator and checked his freezer compartment. Huh. No ice-cream. He sighed, grabbed his jacket and keys and headed to the mall to get an ice-cream with a pout. He’ll have to leave for Rhys and Feyre’s first anniversary only around 5.30 to prepare everything. He has enough time to get an ice-cream and probably hang out for some time. Good enough to stop thinking about her. Or so he thought.

***

Nesta wasn’t sore anymore. Her headache was gone almost a week after the incident. Her nose didn’t hurt anymore. Okay, maybe a little bit. It didn’t hurt unless she bumped her nose against something. Today, her nose was dully throbbing because she hit her nose against a pillow yesterday. A very, very soft pillow and yet it hurt this much.

The man’s first-aid and medicines were really helpful.

It really wasn’t fair that he excelled at basic first aid too. It wasn’t fair that he looked so good. With black tattoos swirling over generously muscled arms and shoulder-length dark hair curling at the edges and gloriously tanned skin and hazel eyes with minute flecks of green and brown when taken a closer look at and dimples and—

A quiet “Who is it?” snapped Nesta out of her moping. She looked up to see Gwyn walking to her.

“Who is what?” she asked, feigning nonchalance. Gwyn's pursed lips and glare conveyed that her act wasn't enough.

“Who are you thinking about?” Gwyn clarified.

“What makes you think I'm thinking about someone?” Nesta retorted.

Gwyn sat on the chair next to her and started assisting with classifying the unceremonious heap of books on the table to be kept back in its correct positions on its own rack.

“Nesta,” Gwyn sighed, “Clotho assigned you this stack almost an hour ago. And you've barely finished a third of the stack. Normally, you'd finish stacks bigger than this in an hour. So there's clearly something.”

“It wasn't anyone,” Nesta mumbled.

As usual, Gwyn saw through her lie. “You were twirling your hair,” she said flatly.

Heat inched up her neck. “I was not!”

Gwyn murmured a “uh-huh” and they lapsed into an easy silence till they were almost over.

Gwyn's eyes lit up as it normally did whenever she got an idea. “Is it him? The guy you came with that day?”

Nesta scowled, “How do you know…” she broke off when she realised which 'that day' Gwyn was talking about. Nesta fought back a blush. “No, no, this isn't about him. We don't know each other. Much. Like, we've seen each other a number of times? That's it. Nothing else.” Cauldron, the first part was a complete lie. But at least the rest are true. Will Gwyn happen to know his name? Maybe I ought to ask her. Or maybe I shouldn't.

She should, she decided. She cleared her throat. “Uh, Gwyn? Do you happen to know his name?”

Gwyn frowned and asked, “He hasn't told you yet?”

Nesta shook her head and answered, “No, we, uh, forgot. I guess. We haven't really exchanged names.”

Gwyn nodded and smiled. “Well, he is—”

“Gwyn!” a voice called. “You can't expect me to come over to you and beg for you to help me. Help me only if you want to or don't work under me.”

Gwyn’s eyes widened. She abruptly stood up and mouthed, “Merrill. I gotta go. I’m so sorry.” She all but ran to Merrill, the very strict librarian Gwyn was working under.

Nesta sighed and continued her work. There wasn’t much left so she was able to finish fast. She picked her things and left the library with a word to Clotho, heading to the mall.

***

The best way to keep whatever problems one has out of their mind was to also eat something they liked. So, ice-cream it was. After having his ice-cream, Cassian was aimlessly walking around the mall. Here, not more than a month ago, he met her for the first time. Almost a month ago. He huffed out a breath. The fact that he was pining for her this long blew his mind off. He—

“This is your fault— not mine. I’m not taking the blame for this,” he told her. They bumped into each other. Again.

Her lips quirked up. “It is kind of my fault. But blame this—,” she poked his chest, “— for making my nose hurt again.”

Just like that, his mood sobered. “How are you?” he asked.

She pointed at the cafe to her left. “Coffee?”

He nodded. Who was he to say no to her?

So they ordered coffee and talked about everything and nothing. He grinned and she laughed. He laughed and she smirked. He wouldn’t say he knew her well but he’d never seen her so carefree. Her laugh was like nectar for a starving man. Her eyes bright and welling up with tears from laughing.

“I don’t think I’ve laughed this much,” she said.

Cassian put a hand on his heart dramatically and said, “I know, I know. I’m very funny.”

Her lips kicked up a notch. She straightened as if she just realised something. He was about to ask when she drawled, “So I just realised that we still haven’t exchanged names.”

Oh. Right. Of course. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Usually, when people meet, they start with introductions but in our case we’ve literally bumped into each other three times and still we don’t know each other.” He shook his head and extended his hand. “Well, hello there. I’m—”

His phone rang in his pocket. Fuck. He was going to kill whoever was calling him now. He was so close to knowing her name. He pulled out his phone to see an incoming call from Azriel. He apologetically looked up at her and said, “I’m sorry. I wish I could choose not to take this call and instead kill this idiot but I can’t. Just give me a moment, okay?”

She nodded and he picked up his call.

“What do you want?” he hissed.

“It’s 5.30 already, you idiot. We’ve got to get the things ready for the party. Mor already went to get the cake and you’re not even at home. Where on all earth and hell are you?” came Az’s faint voice.

“15 minutes only? Mother above, I’m coming.” he said.

Az’s “make it fast” was the last thing he heard before hanging up. “I wish we could stay here and talk forever,” he said to her, “but I have something up in a short while and I totally didn’t realise time was passing this fast. I’m so sorry. It was nice talking to you. Really. And I wish we could meet again. Though without the bumping part.”

He grinned when she smiled and said, “Bye. Have a nice day.”

“You too,” he called back. He didn’t want to think he imagined the subtle look of disappointment on her face because hell, he was a walking epitome of disappointment right now.

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sailingintothenight · 3 years

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“Put your head on my Shoulder.” T.H. Imagine.

Summary: And what if after years of chasing each other like a cat and mouse, on a magical night where you two have to pretend to be a couple, you are finally able to say how you really feel about each other?

A/N: Hello everyone, after a while, and because a couple of people asked me, I wrote the second part of this story, "WANNABE", but you don't have to read it to understand this one. Anyway, I really hope you like it. Please give this story a lot of love. Thank you - V.

Tom Holland hates not being able to hate you.

The secret of his hate is because of your vanity, your selfish and free heart, your tender smile, the dimple that forms on your left cheek and your dreamy eyes that look at your grandfather as if he were the first man that you have ever loved — because you did.

Tom hates you because under a starry night, in the midst of a crowd of people and soothing music, you make your way through the mortals wearing a velvety wine red strapless dress that is lust itself on your body, black boots (velvet too) that cover you up to the knees and are as hot as hell, and your chocker - a gift from your father - from which a cross hangs, that is a tempting invitation for a sinner like him.

You are his angel with a devilish smile: but tonight, Tom Holland hates that, despite possessing all those qualities, and many more, he can only see the tenderness in your eyes when you look at your grandfather, or when you talk about him, and your smile that becomes as adorable as the face you were born with.

“You are like… staring much. Don't you think?" Harrison chuckles beside him, making Tom look away from you and your way of receiving the guests scattered around the place.

"Shit, Tom, if you turned a little faster you would look like the exorcist." Harry continues with the bland jokes, the same ones that make Sam, Harry and Tuwaine smile.

"Shut up." Tom hisses, taking a sip of his beer as he looks back at his group of friends.

But this story is not about you, but about Tom Holland, your lifelong neighbor, who you never had a conversation with other than to annoy each other, who you used to call idiot when nobody but him heard you, who used to laugh at you while filming Avengers: infinity war, endgame and finally, Spider-man: Far From Home, who used to hold your hand when you were kids because your parents were best friends, the same Tom who now drinks and look at you while you warmly greet each guest who has come to celebrate the birthday of the second man you know loved you.

“How is possible that you and he are the only two famous people at this party? What a waste of fame. Sigh." Danielle, your best friend whispers dramatically, just as you both stop at the bar to pick up more drinks.

"I'd feel sorry for you if you actually sighed." You give her a know-it-all smile, one that invites you to earn a playful slap on the butt from her.

"Please baby, I need to get something out of our friendship, otherwise this isn't working." She makes a gesture between her and you, the same sign that a boyfriend would make before breaking up.

"Tom Holland is here, why don't you go meet him?" You joke as you take the tray and walk with her by your side talking about Tom, although he was not news to you two.

"No thanks. But you can't deny that he looks sooo good. Only HE can look adorable and sexy at the same time. With those good boy eyes and wild muscles under his plain white T-shirt. Like Wow." She makes an expression of surprise, and the sound of an explosion as if her head cannot bear so much information that causes you so much laughter. "Seriously, please take that hottie. I'm sure your grandmother sent it to you as a gift."

You giggle, but your heart races at the thought of his breaking, because even though he and Hanna Johnson were never official, maybe he thought they were so. And after breaking up with her, he was back in London.

You suspected that was the reason behind his break.

"I would, but I don't love you as much as you think." You joke, just the moment you get to the table where your dear grandfather and your grandmother's friends, are, talking about you.

With just your young age, the world was a bright place for you, but here you are now, feeling how your best hits in movies escape from your hands like sand thanks to the endless words that spring from between the wrinkled lips of your grandmother's best friends, in the garden of your own house, adorned with crowded wooden tables and Christmas lights shining on you.

"Life goes by so fast, honey, you won't have that hot body for life." Says Mrs. Lee, who, at 89, still plays to be a 20-year-old from time to time. "You are... 24? 25? And you haven't had a single boyfriend yet."

"What do achievements matter if you don't have the most important thing, cutie?" Mrs. Russell asks, clicking her tongue in approval at her own words. “There are so many beautiful boys out there. My granddaughters want to be like you, but what will I tell them if you've never had a taste of real life? You are very innocent and that can work against you. You can have a little more fun while still being a lady, you know?"

Although in your cheeks bloom a crimson glow, you are aware that her words are offensive.

"You could tell the twins that you can be successful without fucking every chocolate-covered hottie that makes you an unseemly proposition." You murmur between tight lips, knowing well that the women in front of you need more than a whisper to hear certain truths. “I mean, you could tell Amy and Anne to work hard if they want to be actresses. The world is sexist, but, hey, here I am - besides, who says I don't have a boyfriend?"

You raise an eyebrow at your own question, winning several curious glances that seem to pierce you, even your grandfather, who stares at you more astonished than anyone.

"Really?" Mrs. Russell smiles, and her red lips gleam in the night. "And who is he?"

"Uh... well... I..." You giggle in a trance thanks to the bitter taste of the liquor that has your mind under a spell, leaving you completely blank and without a coherent response. "He is…"

"Hello, love." Tom presses his body against yours, suddenly, out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around your waist, so firm that you feel the pressure of his rolex in his left hand. "Hello, ladies. I heard you talking about me and I couldn't help but come and save my girl from this sea of questions about who her boyfriend is. You thought I wasn't real, huh? I know my angel here is a little shy about our relationship, but there is no problem, love, you know you can show off what a good boyfriend I am with whoever you want…"

Tom smiles and enchants the older women who smile back at him, as if they are in love with his youth and his face that has it all: his cloud-fluffy brown hair that is combed to the side and back, the sparkle in his gaze and the way he smiles, making the corners of his eyes crinkle, right down to that funny eyebrow that everyone finds adorable.

From his lovely face and well-defined jaw to his personality and strong English accent: Tom looked like an angel from heaven, perhaps the devil himself because how dangerous his charm could be.

"Oh honey, I didn't know you and Tom were dating." Mrs. Lee says, with an expression between happy and sad. "My granddaughters thought they might have a chance with you, darling."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lee." Tom answers, with a hint of happiness and pride in his voice. "I'm already taken and I like it that way."

"Yes!" You say with surprise when Tom gives you a squeeze with the hand that is holding you, shooting you a loving look to encourage you to speak. "I mean... He is."

You smile at the audience, especially at your grandfather and Danielle, who seem to have their suspicions.

"Tom..." Says Roy, your grandfather, who averts his narrowed eyes from your gaze to his, just to become the happiest person in the world as he clasps his hands in a sign of prayer. “I didn't know that you and my darling (Y/N) were together. I'm so happy! I'm sure my beloved Jules is happy too. Couldn't have asked for a better grandson."

"Thank you very much, Roy." Tom says, and it's so natural that he seems sincere. "I wanted to tell you, but we wanted to wait for our relationship to grow stronger."

"Yeah, you know that there are many actresses, blondes and blue eyes actresses who want to eat this hottie." You say and Tom laughs, nervous.

"Well, if you'll excuse us, I'd like to speak to my girlfriend in private for a moment."

Guiding you all the way, you and Tom turn around in the direction of the glass doors of your house that connect to the kitchen, breathing in the warm air from the warm walls the moment you two walk in.

"Good acting, Tom." You smile as you take a grape from the kitchen counter. "Not enough to win an EMMY but-"

"Ha. You are funny. But now I want to talk to you about something…” Tom smiles, too, giving you a devilish look, as if he never rests from it. "You owe me a favor, love."

"Of course not!" You defend yourself, nervous of the sudden change in the conversation. “You came alone like a prince on a horse. I did not call you. I do not owe you anything."

"Are you sure about that?" Tom laughs, as if he really enjoyed the moment. “Because I can go there and tell them the truth. I told you it's pathetic that you've never had a boyfriend. Besides, I wouldn't want to break Roy's heart, he looked so happy to know that his dearest granddaughter is with a good man."

You cross your arms, uneasy with the fact that you've never really fallen in love with someone, while seriously thinking about how happy, and probably relieved, your granddfather is to see that his granddaughter is with someone like Tom, who, despite of everything, yes, was a good boy.

"Okay. What do you want?"

"I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend in front of my parents."

You laugh inadvertently, although deep down you want to know if what was being said about Hannah and him was true.

"Why?"

"Everyone thinks Hannah dumped me and I don't want to see myself as a loser in front of my family and have them keep asking questions about her, it's exhausting."

"Eh, too late for that." You sigh, and Tom looks at you hopefully. "You were a loser long time ago, Tom, sorry."

"I hate you." Tom laughs.

"The feeling is mutual." You look away, and in a second you decide to contemplate why agreeing to be his fake girlfriend would be a bad decision, and why you would do it anyway. “Okay, but you know you can't call me darling. And stop looking at my chest, perv."

Tom laughs, looking up your chest into your eyes.

"It's not my fault you have worn that dress, but it seems that despite everything you didn't have a boy's body all this time. Congrats."

"Idiot."

Tom and his dreamy eyes smile as he opens the glass door for you, stepping aside so you can go out onto the field and do the performance of your life, which you discover would be more difficult than you thought as both of you approach the table on the left side of the place, where your family - made up of your mom, your dad and your older brother - are with his. So, in silence, and to let them be the ones to carry out the conversation of your supposed relationship, Tom remains standing next to you, leaving a space between Harry and him for you.

"Oh, yeah. Last night I got the iPad with the script of the Devil all the time." You say, to continue the conversation that your brother Ethan started, smiling at you. "My character falls in love with the poor and broken Arvin Russell."

Tom chuckles.

“And (Y/N) is a cold and rich bi—… girl who treats me like shit until I save her from her dad, the reverend and the crazy couple of rapists. I think you will play that role very well, love." And again and against your will, Tom brings you closer to him placing his arm around your waist, so close that his proximity makes you red.

So much so that you must place a hand on your exposed chest so that his gaze does not fall on that specific place.

“Bet your pretty ass I will. And then we will flee together into the sunset with a happy ending after killing 4 people."

His family and yours are too stunned to say a word, but just at the moment when you think they will shout hallelujah to the sky or to mention you are Frenemies, Dom makes a fist and a victory gesture with a loud yes!

“I told you they would be together before they were 25! pay me!" He yells happily at your dad, who, next to him, grunts as he searches for his wallet in his pants.

“Couldn't you wait until you turned 25, honey? It was only a few months away."

"What the hell?" Tom says, watching your father leave a $100 bill in Dom's hand.

"It's a silly thing they did when they were drunk." Nikki says, as she joins her hands in prayer just like your grandfather, just as happy as he. "It was about time you decided to be together."

"I didn't know that Tom could love someone other than Tessa." Your brother jokes.

"I didn't know anyone could love Tom more than Tessa." Harry jokes, but in his eyes you can see that part of him means it.

"Is this serious?" Your mom says, raising an eyebrow.

"It is." Tom says, and his voice is as solemn as his expression. "Mom, Dad, everyone, I want to marry this woman... someday."

Along with the expressions of happiness and surprise, theirs and yours, your brother breaks the silent while looking like a hawk at Tom.

"Her favorite color?"

"Blue." He answers, without missing a second.

"Favorite book?"

"Jane Austin's Pride & Prejudice."

"Coffee, hot or cold?"

"It depends on the season."

"Seafood?"

"Banned forever."

"Very well, you have my blessing to marry my sister." Your brother nods, like a wise old man, while you, foolishly, think of two things, how quickly he responded, and how well he knew you.

"Just that?" You question, partly offended. "Why better not give him 2 cows for my honor?"

"That's a good idea." Tom responds. "We already have a chicken so..."

You snort just like the idea of Tom buying a chicken just because there were no eggs in the store is spinning in your head, but at that very moment, your words die on your lips as Rose, your aunt and your grandfather's eldest daughter, has taken the command of the party to indicate that the most important thing of the night has arrived: the dance that your grandfather and grandmother used to have, when she was still alive.

Like a fairy tale, every couple in love gathers in the center of the garden while the song “Put your head on my shoulder” by Paul Anka begins to float in the London air that is suddenly flooded with love, to such an extent point that threatens to drown you in it.

"Would you like...?" Tom is nervous, and lets the question hang in the air.

Your breathing becomes agitated, it becomes irregular as your parents and his join the other couples, wild as your heart that beats with the fierceness of a caged animal seeking freedom.

You want to say no, but the crystallized look and happiness that you achieve in your grandfather's eyes are the impulse you need to avoid breaking his heart with the truth.

"Okay."

Tom takes your hand gently and guides you to the makeshift dance floor, placing his hands on your waist to imitate the elders.

Inside and out, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was still as beautiful as the first one he saw you when you were children; but of course, now as adults, everything was different: you were stronger, more mature, more self-confident, wilder and indomitable. But Tom didn't judge your insecurity, he never did, because you had trouble trusting in a future love that could be so real that it seemed a fairy tale - like the ones your father had read to you before bed - as deep as Roy's pain at losing his beloved Jules.

And it is then that Tom realized everything.

That's why you didn't want to be called darling, just because your grandfather used to call his great love that way. Why you never had a boyfriend. Of why you had never wasted your love giving it to someone you knew you would never have a future with, just the way he did with Hannah. Of why you have never been able to give your sincere love to someone else.

Because we're so hopeful at the beginning of things, it seems that there is only one world to gain, nothing to lose, and suddenly, we lose someone whom God knew we deeply love, leaving us with nothing but a void where there must be a beating heart.

And that's when the applause dies down, the silence overwhelms you two, time runs out and life forces you to look into each other's eyes to wonder, without words, why you did the things you did and the things you didn't.

"I'm in love with you."

"Don't."

You say the words at the same time, although they are not the words you expect to hear from the other.

And then you smile sadly, slightly because you no longer have the strength, because your body seems numb from the little alcohol you have drunk and because it seems that the world is leaning to one side with his love confession, but you also smile because Tom still has that adorable face, and a funny eyebrow that you were dying to fix. Just for fun. Just to touch him.

"You're not in love with me, you're just sad about Hannah." You whisper, desperately waiting for the song you have loved for so long to come to an end so you can flee from his arms.

"No, you don't understand, now I can see that it's you, it's always been you." Tom hates himself because he can't put his feelings and his memories into words, but his hands secure you in your place so that you don't leave, not before he can tell you a little of what he was hiding in his mind. “Since we were children I held your hand: in kindergarten, on the way home, to the park around the corner. I don't know why it is now that I can see you, always there in every step of my life, being my best friend even when we said words to annoy each other. I don't know much about love, but I know that it should make you feel good, give you peace, and that's what I feel with you. I feel at home with you, no matter where we are. And we have been in several countries away from home, but you feel like my home. And I am in love with you, and I only ask that you give me the opportunity to love the way you deserve to be loved."

You have a world of words, sharp as a knife, that could kill his confession, but against all, and because this is the first time you feel in love, you lift your hand from his shoulder, a little shaky, to brush your thumb against his brow, soft, delicate and loving, as a lover should be when loving someone for the first time.

"I still hate you."

Tom smiles and you both share a look of hope, staying in the foreground, just to be a participant in the main scene of this beautiful love story that would only be the beginning of a long night in the bright sky of your lives, the one that is like a painting made of watercolors, colors that spill over each other just to create a perfect combination, just like you two together in the eyes of any art lover.

"Not me, no. I love you."

And after that, Tom leans down a bit, feeling the softness of your lips in a real kiss, the first of many to come.

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sainadazai · 3 years

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Chapter 2

There was a certain essence of security in the fact that one kid would be sent home today, still there was a horrible feeling inside you that you'd be the one leaving.

There was no reason for you to fail, Mr.Aizawa didn't seem to be singling anyone out, though.

That alone made you nervous, if he didn't have someone specific in mind, then it was free reign whoever would be booted at the end of the day.

Bakugou threw a softball more than seven hundred meters, you were sure your primary school record was less than 30 meters. With your quirk you didn't need dense muscle, it required lean muscle and mostly on your back.

Manipulating the state of matter in metal wasn't really difficult, but lifting it with your mind was.

Even more, it was especially hard to keep it in its semi-liquid state while you manipulate it. Cause many people have conjuring quirks, hell probably somebody in this class had a quirk that could make things, yours was just also limited to one specific material.

It took a long time to perfect your own unique fighting style. You didn't wanna be like cementoss, or Best jeanist, although they were great heroes.

Being a carbon copy of a hero that already has existed served no joy to you, you were y/n, and that's who the world oughta know.

Was that really gonna help you now, though? What were these eight tests he was talking about?

test one: 50 meter dash

Should be easy enough, why use your quirk on something you already excelled in during school. Y/n L/n - 100 meter dash - 12.67 seconds. It couldn't be hard to half that at least, maybe even quarter it, you wouldn't use your quirk here.

You really need to stop underestimating people, in your heat, the first at that, were Tenya Iida and Tsuyu Asui. The boy was well built, muscular, tall and his legs seemed to have engines in them. He was sure not a good match to make you seem strong or fast.

The girl had long, green hair and beautiful round eyes, she seemed to have some sort of frog hybrid quirk. Probably much faster than you as well. Not really the best time to second guess yourself, you already assessed this test. No quirk. Don't waste your energy.

Ugh, but shouldn't heroes go a hundred percent all the time? God this was infuriating.

"Go"

Well, there you have it, first day and you're already overthinking. Without letting your worry get to you, you sprinted towards the speedometer hoping you wouldn't get discouraged by the fast boy in front of you. The air flowed against you, pushing your hair back. You had forgotten about the tension air creates when you run against it, but it didn't matter. As quickly as it started you heard Iida's score, the Asui's, but you knew 50 meters was easy. You knew you were fast even without your quirk, you would prove it.

"6 seconds"

"Without a quirk?"

"What even is her quirk?"

"I don't know, she wasn't in my exam."

The others after you seemed to be faster than you too, even if by seconds. However, it was helpful to learn exactly what their quirks were.

Uraraka- zero gravity

Iida- engine

Bakugou-explosion

Knowing all this made you unique compared to them, because now, you know their quirks and how they work for the most part, but only a few even can guess yours. Maybe it won't help you too much now, but in the future this knowledge will.

Test two: Grip strength

Easy, this can be done without even touching that little machine, but sure, you'd give me a show.

"Woah, you hit 500 kilograms?! You're such a beast"

The boy with extra arms seemed to do well on this, you could obviously guess why. Still, you had no fear at all in this test. What were they thinking putting an object entirely made of metal and wires in your hand? Rigged in your favor to be honest.

You took the contraption in your hand, avoiding the eyes of the few watching you to see what your quirk was. Jokes on them, cause with this test, it'd take a genius to tell. Applying a decent amount of pressure from your hand, you began to feel all of the particles in the tiny machine, moving them closer and closer together. Pushing them down with each breath out. Until the machine beeped.

12,000kg

You almost smirked at that, you technically didn't have that much plain grip strength, but the teacher said use your quirk, anything goes.

"Twelve thousand!? No way!" the yellow haired boy spoke with astonishment, not anger, but the words felt accusing,

"sorry.."

The students were left dumbfounded. However, at the mention of such a high number, todoroki began to seek out your face, he recognised the girl who had tried to speak with him earlier. Looking at the floor and avoiding the quite obvious compliments, he couldn't help but feel it wasn't out of modesty.

Test three: Standing long jump

The ring on your finger would serve well enough for this one, removing it, you liquified the metal ring until it was a non-Newtonian liquid- or a liquid that is solid under pressure. It soon multiplied until it was around a foot high line of liquid metal, then you curled it into a spring shape. Jumping straight up you landed both feet on the outer edge of the spring and flew into the air launching it with you and quickly turning it back into a tiny ring around your pinky finger.

Then apologizing again as more questions floated in.

Next was repeated side steps, then ball throws. By then, the other students had acknowledged the uncomfort you seemed to have around them, and only admired from afar.

To others the ball throw seemed like the most important test, but it didn't really feel like that to you. Despite having some restraint, you wanted to be the best in every test. Well, maybe not this one, after the gravity girl sent a ball to infinity.

Still, you held the softball, all eyes on you, not feeling so shy, considering you knew these were supposed to be your friends, you wanted them to like you, more than anything. So you would just have to woman up soon.

You tossed the ball to yourself a couple times, feeling for any metal particles, baseballs were usually full of string on the inside, maybe that would work? No, too risky for now.

Feeling pressure to hurry, you took a quick glance around, locking eyes with the boy who sits by you. He still was stone faced, but looked a little intrigued to see what you would do. Was he curious about you? He was so strong though, you'd seen it earlier. Well, best live up to expectations.

No luck with metal in the ball, but there was plenty all around you: iron in your blood. Taking your pointer fingernail, you scratched a quick cut on your opposite palm, maintaining eye contact with the boy. His stiffness faltered for a second, confused and maybe worried at your actions.

Quickly you dragged your blood out of the cut in a thin, rope-like flow, wrapped it around the ball, and took a deep breath. Then you closed your eyes, just how you taught yourself to, and imagined the blood pulling the ball into the air. Arm swung back and ready you released the image along with a throw high into the air.

Continuing to focus on where your blood would take it, you imagine not a place, but a number, and a force. Applying that force to the blood and ball, long lost in the sky, you finally sighed out and looked around, waiting for a score.

Your peers seemed confused about what had just happened, all except for the red and white haired boy, he seemed to have caught on to some extent.

"1,609 meters"

"A mile, exactly? How?"

"Your blood? That doesn't match up with everything else you've done today!" A girl with recognizably large breasts and thighs spoke, she was gorgeous. Hair tied up in a black ponytail, and even her voice sounded sophisticated.

"Uhm-"

"If you say sorry one more time i'm gonna blast you to space, ya hear me!?"

The fire boy, Bakugou screamed at you, and you would have been scared, but it actually made you feel comforted. The realization that people here were not asking for your apologies.

"Yes sir." you winked.

Why did you wink? Did you forget you weren't talking to mochi? A yellow haired boy, whose name you thought was denki turned red and fainted. You felt incredibly stupid, and flustered, and mad at yourself for slipping like that.

"AAAaaa im so sorry, pleaseforgivmeidontknowwhatiwasthinkingwinkingayoulikehatwhenyoubarelyknowmeohnopleasedonthatemenowimsorryimsorrymochiwillyellatmelater!" you screeched out, falling subject to your now loose personality.

Then you went to hide among the crowd of them, slowly shrinking in on yourself.

The next one up was the green haired boy, Deku? That's what bakugou called him, right? You didn't know you were standing next to shouto todoroki, but he sure knew he was standing next to you.

He wanted to confirm his suspicions about your quirk, and also he subconsciously wanted to know what a conversation with you would be like. You didn't seem too eccentric, or obnoxious like some of the kids here. Plus for some reason you were flustered at any and everything,and well, it was stupidly adorable.

Todoroki shouldn't be thinking these things, but he is. On the first day of school no less.

It seems, though, you weren't the star of the show today. He tore his eyes from you at the sound of your gasp. The boy who hasn't used a quirk all day had thrown the softball barely a few meters. So how did he get in? He seemed nice enough, but it sparked the question, how would someone quirkless make it to the hero course?

Or maybe he wasn't, it seemed, the teacher had nullified whatever quirk he tried to use. They were talking for quite some time, until Mr.Aizawa removed his restraint on the kids quirk and he was left to throw.

His lips pursed, deep in thought. Deku really had to get this one right. There may not be a better place to apply his gifted quirk. He really didnt wanna go home, either, so this was it.

Blinking, he thrust his hand back and before you could process what was happening an incredible force of wind flew back on you. The ball launched high into the air, a trail of pure power following it. You didn't take your eyes off that ball until it dropped. A puff of dirt flying up around it.

705.3

So you looked back to the boy, eyes wide just like everyone else, and your eyes found a bloodied purple finger. Broken in every sense of the word. Deku, though, was smiling, the brightest smile you'd ever seen. Proud. He was proud of himself. What could you be but proud of him, too?

You'd known him less than a day, spoken to him all but once, but his smile was pure. You used to smile like that when you were working out your quirk in the forest behind school. It was beautiful.

"Awesome.." you whispered through a smile clad lips.

Teeth white and shining under the sun, and todoroki heard you. Even looked down(or up) at you. He wanted to see that smile again from you, and for the love of god he couldn't tell himself why....

A/n this isn't a deku fic but I love him, and it IS his show, so- don't be surprised if i write about him like he is the most precious gorgeous blessing on earth.

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hoopdiddies · 5 years

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I'm Not Over You // Ben Hardy x Reader (Part 8)

A/N: Ayoooo. Hey guys, here's part 8 and I'm so sorry if the previous chapters kind of frustrated you. I didn't really mean for it to but I hope you enjoy this one. I'll be posting 9 tomorrow or the day atfter. Thanks again for your feedbacks, y'all motivate me a lot ^^ ♥ (My Wi-Fi has prejudice against tumblr rn)

Summary: You had always loved Ben ever since you two met in university and became the best of friends. That feeling went out like a candle flame when the two of you parted ways until he re-entered your life...but this time with someone who has already occupied his heart.

Warnings: Angst, bois. ANGST (I cried like a sucker during one part I wrote 😔) mention of blood, yet again drinking, some speckles of fluff, and unnecessary dialogue if you look closely enough :^ I feel like a terrible writer today

WC: 4k I think?

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"You look...beautiful." Ben's comment is indeed one thing to start the night. It's not like he's never told you that before–it's just the tone in which he has said it in is...different. A foreign tone never been released from his lips until you. You look up at him through your lashes, giving him a slanted smile accompanied by a bubbly chuckle. "Thanks. You smell nice too."

The corner of his eyes crinkle as his curving lips push them up. As expected, Rosy chimes in between you and Ben almost too quickly, the blurry speed in which she has arrived in making you gasp. "Excuse me, babe. You got interviewers on your tail and I- oh," her brows shoot up upon seeing you, seemingly haughty eyes flicking up and down your outfit in mild contempt.

"Surprised to see you here as well." The smile plastered on her face couldn't be any more forced than it is.

Girl, chill. Anti-aging soaps are not easy to manufacture these days. You begin holding your breath to prevent yourself from bursting into a fit from hearing that thought ring in your head. You shrug, garnering the guts to shift on your heightened stance and lean in an inch close.

"You're not the only one with a celebrity date."

You turn around too early to gauge her reaction, finally exhaling from holding your breath too long. You can finally conclude that she's had an effortless transition from being benign to far from being benign. The smoothest one-eighty you've ever witnessed. You remember her clearly being downright considerate of you the first time you met her yet now is a whole different story. You wonder if she was actually ever considerate.

As the boys and Lucy indulge in brief interviews, you stand behind the scenes and get the first-class chance of conversing with Brian. He's readily the coolest person in the house right now, bantering with you every once in three, fascinating topics. How fortunate are you to be in the spot a million Queen fans would die for but of course, you don't want to leave out Roger who - by a landslide - makes you wish you could wheeze and snort all you want if you weren't in a luxury event such as the Oscars. He seemed intimidating for you at first but as he joined in your talk with Brian, things escalated real quickly.

With the pre-ceremony interviews and the clinking of champagne glasses dampening, you begin hunting for your seats in the theatre.

Before you know it, you are informed that only a specific line of people are given exclusivity for the seats. And it shocks you that Joe, Allen, Ben and Gwilym are not given that card when in fact they were part of the very film that brought forth a new generation of fans.You shake your head disappointingly albeit contented that Rami, Lucy, Brian and Roger and their wives are part of the exclusivity.

Utterly determined to know the results - by Joe's 'sovereign' vote - the rest of you hang around in the waiting area, focusing on the ceremony rights shown on TV. Quietly sitting through the results, you all whoop and applaud at the mention of Bohemian Rhapsody obtaining three awards straight– your cheers amping up a notch as Rami brings home the 'Best Actor' award. Joe begins filming your reactions for Instagram, zooming into Gwilym, Ben and Allen's faces for most of the video. You throw your head back in laughter at how goofy the boys look; a bunch of men in their 30's bouncing up and down with one of them documenting the entire episode. At one point, Gwilym yanks as you in for a group hug, mercilessly crushing you in between their muscles– the disorienting experience now being something you wish you would never undergo again.

As Rami's thank you speech unfolds, you pay attention closely. The sentimentality of him lovingly thanking Lucy for being his anchor after dedicating his award to Freddie Mercury is just overwhelming and you wish you could tear up but your mascara would be waste. You're certain that made Brian and Roger emotional as well.

An hour after the ceremony, you all head down to the Vanity Fair after party in the same limo you had arrived in with every single person in the group eager to get the night progressing. Regardless of saying that these type of parties are not up to your speed, you try to get along with the evening and revel in what you know would be your last night with them. Sadly enough, Roger and Brian had to skip out on this with rough schedules on their hands. The moment they walked out of the place, they spent nearly half an hour congratulating the boys and having other celebrities congratulate them.

As you are seated across Ben and Rosy, you can't help but notice him acting a little distant from her. She's all nuzzled up against his arm and he is nowhere close to returning the favor. He's just...lost in thought, staring out the tinted window. It's still early to assume that in all the hours you were within a close range to them, Ben only ever acted aloof, giving her attention when the situation required it.

Perhaps a lover's tiff took place?

"Yeah, I'm wondering the same thing too." Mimicking your position, Joe calling you back to Earth makes you gasp a little. You close your eyes and look at your fingers blankly after recovering, sighing. "I think we should end all this pretending. It was simply a cop-out in the first place."

"I know," he whispers audibly enough for only you to hear, running his fingers through his fiery, red hair, "you should probably come clean soon enough before you leave."

And that you will. At least, you'll try.

In your defense, you thought the after party would host a fancy banquet but seated around with celebratory drinks -considerable with something classy - and attendees breaking down on the dance floor is a rather okay scene as well. As long as you don't end up like the night you were invited out for a drink with your colleagues, you should be fine for the most part.

The boys and Lucy have fully immersed themselves in the beat of the music while you've decided to remain stationary with one glass of wine, the only glass you'll be having for the rest of the party.

The entire time you gawk at them amusingly as they break out their dance moves, your eyes always find their way to Ben, who makes you snort painfully from all his antics as he moves along with Joe. They're a mess with their ties and buttons undone from all the movement and the sight inspires you to stay put.

But oh dear lord, can Ben dance like an uncle.

Keeping your attention on them, a descending weight sinks down next to you. You pay no mind to whoever it is but do as her voice interrupts your thoughts. "I hope your eye is on the right person, honey." You click your tongue in exasperation, turning your body towards Rosy and her developing, bitchy tendencies, scoffing as you place your drink down to set things straight with her. "First of all, what did I ever do to you to deserve this kind of talk?"

She smacks her lips together at you, simpering. "You didn't think I'd notice?"

"What are you talking about?"

Her almond eyes narrow as if she's trying pin you down with a warning. "Please, don't act like I never noticed. You're overstepping that boundary between you and your best friend- my fiance." Okay, so she's noticed. But your neutralized expression is not going to be giving away anything.

You incline your head to one side in hopes that the facade you're pulling would decompress her suspicion. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Ben is like my brother. "

Grabbing her drink from the table, she sighs and stands up, hands firm on her hips and face silhouetted under the beaming light nevertheless giving you a transpiercing glower in the manner of seeing through the makeshift barrier you've pulled up. "He better be. Try backing off every once in a while when I'm around."

To your dismay, you snap inside, whipping your head up at her and replying sharply to make the message crystal clear. "Rosy, you have no idea." Unable to withstand the atmosphere you're in, you put great emphasis on your words and snatch your drink, walking out to the mini garden to finish what's left of your wine without having to bear being around her.

The question is unadulterated and obvious– bold and italicized if you wish to give it a stretch and clarify it.

Why is Ben still with her?

Is he that clueless not to realize it?

You don't want to pry the answer out yourself but ruminating on it, Rosy pulling off a full one-eighty only when Ben's at an appropriate distance for her to squeeze you between her fingers is just about good as a reason as anything. Your unwavering feelings for Ben are clearly perceived by her– from the way you had reacted the day he introduced you both to each other to not so long ago.

You wonder if Ben ever took heed of her growing attitude towards you.

Finishing your wine in one, immediate, swig, you place it down on the marble surface before you with your fingers cradling the stem of the glass– relishing the spicy liquid flushing down your throat.

At the extent of overexerting themselves, Joe and Gwilym flop down back on their seats like jelly, tuckered out from the unconventional combination of alcohol and unsteady movement. Panting like a dog who had just participated in a marathon, Joe shrugs out of his blazer and tosses it over his shoulder, silently wishing the ice in the bucket that held the bottle of wine would save him from the grinding heat of the wine he had just about five minutes ago.

"Mate, you're deep in the heat." Gwilym comments as it is followed by a gentle laugh on how Joe's glistening in sweat under the dimming lights. He hands him a partially bland look before wiping his forehead with his handkerchief. Lucy and Rami are situated at other end of the place enjoying a chat with another party of people meanwhile Ben and Rosy are nowhere near any of them. Until, of course, they reappear from God knows where and Ben suddenly asks Joe where you've gone.

"I-I don't know." He says after a hefty sigh. Somewhat eager to find you, Ben begins excusing himself from Rosy whom which he has spiked a bitter reaction from for sharing his supposed time for her with you. Fed up and jealous in the slightest, Rosy snaps at him.

"Okay Ben, why do you always have to skip in between minutes to hang out with her even when we're together?"

He pauses from turning around completely and sighs. "She's my friend, babe."

Unwilling to accept his statement, she claims. "Well your friend is getting in the way of what was supposed to be our time together! Can't you set aside a limited time for her?! " This has alarmed Joe and Gwilym but it isn't their business to butt in and stop a quarrel from breaking out. Unless it turns physical, which is doubtful to happen. Ben, a little frustrated but still tolerant of her ongoing skittish behavior, tries to reassure her. "I know that, alright? But something's been bothering her for days and I just want to make sure she's doing alright."

"Can't you leave the worrying to Joe? He's her bloody boyfriend anyway!"

Wagging his forefinger at Rosy, Joe grumbles as he is not having any of her talk, scrunching his brows at her.

Grabbing her shoulders gently, Ben tries to relieve her of tension and assures her once more, but with a well-known fact she obviously still doesn't accept. "Joe's a little drunk. She's like...a sister to me," it really took him an abrupt pause to say 'sister', "besides, you're my fiancee. There's nothing to be jealous about."

"Why does she still have to be a part of your life? Our life?" Now that's a question that has just shifted Ben to a farther side. His brows knit together in momentary disbelief, unable to take her words in a good light. "God, Rosy! She's been around for so long! At least make an effort to accept her!" Like a slap to her conceitedness, Ben turns on his heels and walks out to find you. Leaving Rosy a steaming mess of insecurity.

However slightly drunk, Joe mutters to himself as he makes sure neither Gwilym or especially Rosy hears his words stumble out in a whisper. "You've grown a pair, Ben. You've grown a pair."

You've been outside for nearly half an hour; wine glass empty and your hair, along with the skirt of your dress, drifting along the harmless breeze and the waning moon spilling some light from behind the shaded clouds. Though there were a couple of people that found their way here to get some respite not too long ago, you're just glad to have this space to breathe in from the draining background of the party.

As you lose yourself in thought, a certain voice brings you back to reality.

"Nice night out, huh?"

Turning around slowly, you are met with the cool, forest green irises that you've grown to never tire of seeing. "I'm surprised you're still well-kept in that suit despite the scene back in there. " You give in to a chuckle, your smile pulling Ben to approach your side leisurely. "It's my Oscars suit. Something worthy of protecting."

"Hah!"

As he rests his elbows on the surface next to you, the distance between your skins makes you a tad bit anxious. Comfortable silence falls upon you both– for Ben at least, it's tolerable however you're not taking it well, not even in the slightest. You rub your hands together and sigh, prompting Ben to finally ask you.

"You alright? You've been tensing up lately."

You nod, closing your eyes and opening them afterwards. "This dress is just depleting me of bodily warmth." Half a lie told by you. Acting on his thoughts, Ben begins taking his blazer off but you stop him mid-shrug. "Keep it on. You look better with it on."

"This would look better on you, you're obviously freezing." He's really keen on keeping you warm but you're just as so in letting him keep it on. "I'm serious. Keep it on. I'm fine."

What can he do but just give in? When you're serious, you're serious. He lifts his shoulder in half a shrug, ducking his head as an idea flickers in his head like a bulb. He wants to relive something that has been lost through the years and it's only right that he does...now that you have less than a day to disappear from his life completely.

"Y/N..." He muses gently. You raise your brows at him in question, taken by surprise that he has his hand held out to you. Bewildered, you raise your finger to ask what on Earth he's doing. "What- what are you doing?"

He licks his bottom lip and the smile on his face becomes bashful but certain. "What else does it look like I'm doing, silly girl? Asking you to dance."

You're sorry that you couldn't keep a snort at bay. "Pfft. Ben, I think you're asking the wrong girl."

"Just let me dance with my best friend."

"Wow! That's noble of you," your chuckles can not be contained, even so much as restraining yourself from letting the blush spread throughout your face. But he has the fragments of what was once your heart, so why wouldn't you? You slip your hand in his and the grin on his face widens. "There we go. Easy does it." He breathes out, his voice getting gravelly. You hit him softly on his chest for cooing, at the same time realizing that his voice becomes that way only and only when he's nervous– something uncommon between you both. As his hands find home on your waist, you throw your arms around his neck, laughing at how awkward yet funny it feels. What a huge nod to how you danced with him on Homecoming.

"You're so weird sometimes. You got your fiancee, why don't you dance with her?" Getting used to the sting of referring to Rosy, you question anyway. He initiates with a sway before responding. "I already have. But, " he diverts his heavy-lidded eyes from staring off the distance to yours and suddenly, it feels like you're home, "I want to finish that Homecoming dance."

You find yourself speechless as you shift your unflinching gaze at him and he at you, your bodies swaying along the concrete and in perfect sync, coincidentally to the sudden change in music from inside, compared to the bittersweet night you had before the day that parted you both. Thin silence hangs in the atmosphere but only because you are looking at each other in a way you never have in your entire lives.

Instinctively, you break your gaze from his and rest your head on his chest, your hair falling into your face as your eyes screw shut. You hear his heart skip a beat, unusually in the same manner yours always has. Feeling your head follow the rise and fall of his chest tickles you inside– temporarily making you forget about the pain of soon letting him go and producing a sense of safety.

Maybe it's because of exhaustion? You wonder. He doesn't hesitate to stroke your hair and revel in the moment as well, easing you in closer to his body without breaking the sway. "You'll be there on my wedding day, right?" He asks nervously, his question pulling you back to the harshest reality.

You open your eyes slowly, your lips trembling as you let out the saddest sigh, feeling your chest tighten from the anxiety of soon telling him the truth.

"Y/N?" Your tensed-up body alarms him and so he breaks away and lifts your chin up lightly, being met with glossy and regretful eyes. His messy brows drawing together in slight worry. "What's wrong?"

Everything.

However uneager to push him away, you do, escaping his warm embrace. "Ben, I..."

He's dreading for your answer, painfully anticipating for the best or the worst to the point where his hands are lubricating with sweat.

You swallow the lump that has hardened in the back of your throat, pressing your lips together to prevent a sob from escaping and shunning his prying stare. "I can't..."

Joe's half-assed predicted, worst case scenario is slowly unfolding.

"What are you saying? You're not- you're not going...to be there?"

You bite down on your lip hard enough to make it swell, shaking your head and casting a sideways glance.

"Why?"

Tell the truth. Just tell him and you're either getting a support or another jab to the heart.

"Y/N, please! Tell me why!"

"I'm leaving, Ben!" The words didn't seem to stumble or carelessly flop from your lips, in fact it speared through him clean thereby catching him off guard. His eyes have fallen gravely, lips parted due to shock.

"I got into a medical school I had previously applied for. And I'm leaving," you snap your eyes shut and open them in tears once you've looked up at him, "on your wedding day."

"Why didn't- why didn't you ever tell me?" He's pleading for your explanation, barely clinging on to the belief that you would always tell him things.

You don't answer as you are battling to muster up the courage to say it.

"Y/N, please! You never tell me anything these days! And this- this news, it's important! You're leaving on the day I need you the most, and you never bothered to squeak a word about it! Not a single, bloody word! Why?!" He's racked up with disbelief and apparently, anger. Eyes rimmed, clouded with mixed emotions and face full-blown red from the pressure.

He grabs you by the shoulders and pleads heartbreakingly, his lively voice reduced to but a whisper. "Why..."

"I-" You're still holding back.

"Say it! "

"You'd soon forget about me, Ben!" You inhale sharply as you add, croaks present in your voice while you take two steps further away from him as you lament. "I'm hopelessly in love with you, you idiot! I've always been. I try- I try to brush off every single prick that stems out every minute I realize that you already belong to someone else..."

"Y/N-"

"I figured not telling you would help me let go. And it's the only way I can...because screw you for being a clueless, irreplaceable bloke! I can't imagine my bloody life without you in it! I don't think I can ever love anybody else...but you, "

"Y/N..."

You don't let him finish and achingly throw your hands to your chest as a gesture, pounding your chest thrice as you're finally wearing your heart on your sleeve. "I can't blame you for being oblivious to my feelings. You're committed to Rosy...and as much as I want to see you happy, I don't want to stand idly by and- and feel this way when you've pledged your heart to her...I want to forget and for you to forget me," As the warm tears you've held back for so long roll down your cheeks, you hug yourself through the pain, "I want you to be happy without worrying how I'd feel. And disappearing from your life, is the only way I know how..."

"Y/N, please, don't say that- don't do this...you can't do this...you c-can't..." With hands shaking, he strides towards you to haul you in back into his arms but you take an agonizing step away, stopping him in his tracks. "I have to. I...I want to. It hurts so much, Ben. It always has but promise me," even if you have taken a step away, you take it upon yourself to take those steps close to him and cup his cheek with a cold hand, "promise me you'll revel in that happiness. It's going to hurt being away from you. But it's going to hurt even more if I stay. And watch...my best friend grow old with someone else." Finally rendering him wordless, you shake your head and whisk past him back into the party which has died down a bit, leaving him a pondering mess out under the bleak sky.

"How could I be happy without you..."

You'd gladly do anything to go back home right now. The weight of what just took place is crushing you and the need to escape is fuming. But the thing is, Ben was never one to let you go easy.

He never did and possibly never will.

He sniffles and inhales sharply, jogging in after you and calling out your name amidst the constant noise and chatters. "Y/N, wait!"

You reach your table just in time to see everyone still gathered around with drinks raised and laughs released but you have to excuse yourself deliberately. "Y/N? Where have you been? What's the rush?" Lucy notices your hastened movement and places her hand on your tense shoulder. You snap your head at her with your purse in your grasp, shaking your head and apologizing that you have to leave, forgetting to rid your eyes of tears; the sight of you amping up Lucy's concern therefore leading you into her embrace. "Oh my god, are you okay? What happened?"

"Y/N!"

Ben's distant but audible voice echoing through the place just sends you panicking inside. "I'm so sorry, Luce. I have to go."

"Y/N, wait! What's wrong?"

Just as the rest could react to Lucy calling out for you and Ben dashing past them to catch up, you've already disappeared into the crowd, headed out the theatre to take a cab ride back to the hotel. Relentless to let you go, Ben follows your trail, spurring a quick frenzy from the rest and having them pursue Ben in return. Once you reach the outskirts of the pavements, you don't think twice before crossing the highway with your focus hardened before you.

Gasping for air upon exiting the theatre, Ben glances around in haste and finally spots you marching down the street oblivious to your surroundings despite treading along the pedestrian lane. His eyes widen in dread and acting on a fight or flight reaction, he yells for your attention as he speeds down the street to pull you in or rather save you from a possibility of getting hurt with all the rushing vehicles and careless drivers. "Y/N! Y/N!"

The boys, Lucy and Rosy arrive outside just in time to witness Ben race towards your direction and in a moment of feeling time slow down, you feel your heart in your throat at the late flash of nearing headlights, to add a heavy force propelling you off your feet and onto the other side of the road. What gets you up from the ground are the mixed screams of a familiar bunch and the sight of a bloodied man in white laying unconscious on the cold surface of the road.

White noise suddenly fills your ears instead of your own voice as you scream out his name.

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Annon-Guy: Even though I'm not a huge EmilXRichter fan (TBF, you and the others aren't huge EmilXMarta fans and I have a great time with you), what sort of things would you include in a Richter path? (Sorry about the idea to remove the Stop Marta choice BTW. That was purely me being Marta-centric and that was wrong.)

I’m not really sure. The side quests with Richter are already very good so I want those stating pretty much the same as they already are. Maybe I’d have another prompt set up to remind players that the sidequest can be started. I always forget when the trigger is and I missed the Richter sidequests my first time around. So maybe once you get into town and the trigger happens it could remind you with a skit like “Oh, yeah, Richter mentioned now would be a good time to meet up. If I want to see what he’s up to, I should go back to Hakonesia Peak now.” Like, IDK why, but something about getting to Izoold always makes me forget to go back to visit Richter. XDIn the final sidequest, Richter still isn’t sure Emil is Ratatosk, but he knows something is wrong with Emil, going so far as to ask Tenebrae if Emil was really Emil. I think it would be interesting if, by making certain choices, you could dissuade this assumption. For example, if you only do Richter’s side quests and not any with Marta, if his affection for you would increase enough that he would go completely loveblind. Instead of being suspicious that Emil is actually Ratatosk, he could continue pleading for Emil to cut ties with Ratatosk. Some hints of romantic development. But he’d go absolutely insane once he figures out during the second Ain Soph Aur incident that there’s no other explanation besides Emil and Ratatosk being one and the same. Or at least, they share the same body. I think it would be interesting if that choice made the final boss fight even harder because Richter did say “If my suspicions about Emil are true, that will only make my hatred stronger.” Richter would feel absolutely gutted and betrayed if he discovered Emil, who had been kind to him, was Ratatosk, the spirit who took everything he loved away from him.For purely selfish reasons, I’d like a skit (possibly involving a minigame) where Emil cooks for Richter or cooks with Richter in an attempt to teach the idiot scientist man how to feed himself. XDAlso a skit with Emil introducing Richter to his monsters and just... handing Richter furry and scaley creatures and Richter just... melting from cuteness or trying to hold it together while 100 monsters just nibble, peck, and rub against him.Also, the most selfish of all. Hot spring scene with Richter. He and Richter just chill in the water together and talk about Richter’s interest (or lack thereof) in romance.Something like:“So, uh, Richter?”“Mmm?” Richter has a reclining sprite just for this. He’s just 100% committed to enjoying the water.“Have you ever been uh... have you e-ever been in love?”“You’re speaking of Marta, I assume?” Richter grunts (like an idiot because at this point if Richter’s quests are the only ones you did, he should be catching on that Emil likes him. XD)(Depending on if you did Marta’s quests all the way or not at all, Emil can either blush and nod, shrug, or shake his head.)Richter does the hair-flip gesture. “Well, whatever the case, I’m sorry to say I’m not going to be much help in that area.”“No advice f-for me at all?”“... Roses, chocolates, romantic letters... those all tend to go over well with people in general. But if you have to ask me for advice, it probably means you don’t know enough about whoever you’re trying to woo to think of a more creative gift.”Emil blushes again.“Anyway, it’s not like I have much experience in that department. I told you I wasn’t going to be much help.”“It’s alr-right.”Bonus points if you can see Aqua in the bushes (probably peeping at them, but maybe just eavesdropping) half-visible and she’s just shaking her head because they’re so dumb. Bonus Bonus points if you can buy chocolates and flowers later in the game and offering them to Richter or Marta confirms which romance you’d like to pursue. Otherwise, it’s just Richter and Emil being dumb oblivious boys who don’t know how to admit they’re at least a little gay for each other. (Or in Emil’s case, bisexual since pursuing Richter doesn’t automatically cancel out any effort you put into Marta at this point.)@actualaster Anything to add?

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NOTES: We made it to 30 chapters! This fic started as a kind of experiment for Kite and I, to see what we could come up with based on the basic premise, and it turned out pretty well I think. For those of you wondering how much longer this will go, it's only got a few chapters left; we'll be tying up a lot of loose ends soon. Thanks for reading along, we really appreciate every reader and every review so much!

"P-Punzie?" Anna blinked in confusion upon seeing her friend sitting in their cabin. "What are you doing here?"

Rapunzel stood awkwardly, looking much smaller in her oversized pink "God Loves Me" t-shirt and her squirmy expression as her flip-flop-clad feet turned inward. "Waiting for you guys. I thought… I heard your door, and then nobody was here, but it was unlocked, and I…" Her oversized front teeth dug into her bottom lip; she looked like she was going to throw up.

"Are you alright?" Elsa asked.

"FINE! I'm fine, but… well, I just really wanna talk to Anna. Snow's not in my room, or we could… take a walk?"

"We can go to your room, I guess." Anna gave her friend a reassuring grin despite her confusion before turning her attention to Elsa. "I'll be back in a bit, then," she told her sister before nodding towards Rapunzel in an indication that she was ready to go when the brunette was.

For lack of anything better, Elsa said, "Have fun" as they exited. But she looked quite concerned.

Soon enough, Rapunzel was letting Anna into her room and easing the door shut behind them. Then, unexpectedly, she locked it. The sound made a nervous shiver pass through Anna's back. She gave Rapunzel a smile, one that was subdued from nerves.

"What's the lock for?"

"Um… I don't want Snow walking in on this," she whispered quietly. "Um, you can sit with me on the bed, or if that's too weird you can take the desk chair?"

"Why would it be weird to sit with you? We're friends, Punzie." Anna walked over and sat on Rapunzel's bed, eyeing her friend and puzzling over her odd behaviour. She looked so scared… like she was expecting Anna to attack her. It made Anna worry immensely. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Squirming even more, she finally sat down, drawing one leg up as her flip flop fell to the floor, wrapping her arms around her shin. "Not really. I mean, I'm gonna be fine, and I'm not dying or anything, but right now… I'm kind of struggling with something."

Understanding dawned on Anna and she reached out to take one of Rapunzel's hands. If this was going the direction she thought it was, she had to present a calming, accepting front or she might really hurt her. "Oh Punzie," she cooed, "it's okay to be unsure about this. I understand."

"Okay," she breathed heavily, shaking a little and gripping Anna's hands. She didn't look any more certain of herself, or less nauseated, but she at least was very slightly less tense. "I've spent a couple of days trying to figure out how I'm going to do this, and I'm still not sure!"

"Take your time, don't rush," Anna continued to soothe. She gave the brunette's knuckles a couple quick strokes with her thumbs. "It will be a little weird at first, but it's only natural to feel this way."

"Well… yeah." Blinking at Anna a few times, sparing the knuckles and awkward glance, she went on, "I mean, that's what I was thinking, too. But then there's you, and you really…" Shaking her head slightly, her voice broke as she whispered, "You seem so fine with it! And I don't know how you can be! Why doesn't it bother you?"

"Being gay isn't something to be ashamed of, Punzie." Anna smiled at her friend. "I know it's strange and hard to take in now, but trust me, it gets easier. Just have to get used to thinking of things in a new way."

For a moment, Rapunzel's eyebrows furrowed as she stared at Anna, dropping her leg and turning toward her a little more. "What? I mean… I know that. Like, you told me."

Anna's brow furrowed, as well. "If you knew, then why would you ask if it would bother me? Hell, Punzie, I'm the last person you should worry about revealing your newfound sexuality to."

"My newf- wait, wait. Do you think… I'm coming out to you right now? Is that what you think this is about?"

"Well, yeah." Anna gave her a sheepish grin. "I'm… going to take it that this is… not the case?"

With a slow shake of her head, she snorted, "NO! I mean, geez Louise, I really don't think so!" Then she chuckled a little. Her cheeks were still pink, but that could still have been from preexisting anxiety, not from being mistaken for a member of Anna's community.

"Okay, my bad," she giggled. "So you're definitely not coming out to me."

"No, no I'm not, but thanks for your support." She laughed a little more before her expression began to grow more bittersweet. "Oh… maybe this is none of my business. You're such a good friend, and… I dunno, I feel bad for even bringing it up."

Anna gripped her hands again. "What's wrong?" But Rapunzel only looked guiltier and guiltier. She frowned in concern. "Punzie?"

"Snow… has been telling me some things. About you and Elsa. And like, I know how rumours go and all that, but… I can't pretend I didn't hear them, y'know?"

Anna didn't like the sound of that. She bit her lip and regarded her friend. "What did she say exactly?" she asked hesitantly.

"That… she caught you two kissing. Like, maybe she was trying to start something; I know Aurora's not a bad person, but sometimes she can kind of… be un-nice without meaning to."

"Ah." Anna felt her heart stutter in panic, her mind reeling. Rapunzel was the only one of the girls who knew of her real relationship to Elsa, and now… She had to approach this as carefully as she could. "Do you think it's true?"

"It couldn't be! At least… that's what I thought, at first. That she saw it wrong, or something." Swallowing hard, she stared down at her bedspread as she went on, "But then I started really watching how you two are together… and like… I didn't think for sure it was true, ever, I promise. Just… the way you were spooning that time I stopped by…"

"Sisters cuddle all the time," Anna pointed out. She felt bad for the half-truth but she figured it would be better in the end if she could throw off Rapunzel's suspicions.

"Y-yeah. I'm…" The poor girl nodded, looking like she was hating herself for every word. "I'm sorry. I know you're right, that you and Elsa… y-you wouldn't be like that. It's a sin. Even more of a sin than the other sin! But… I don't know, I wanted to ask instead of just… believing her, or not believing her, or…" Another sigh. Anna had to consciously keep herself from gripping the sheets underneath her, noticing Rapunzel's discomfort and not wanting to make her feel worse. "But you really do look at each other in, like, a boyfriend-girlfriend way."

"We're really close, yeah," Anna said, and even she knew how weak that sounded.

Again, Rapunzel looked up at her. This time, she looked a lot more stricken. "If… it is true, though… I'm sorry. I really don't have any right to ask you about any of this. Y-you can go back to your room, or… whatever…" But even as she said it, Anna couldn't help feel that leaving now would just make herself look worse. Instead, she looked down at the hand still caught between hers and started puzzling over how to respond.

"Anna?" When she still didn't answer, Rapunzel leaned closer. "It's… it's true… isn't it?"

Anna's lip trembled. She wanted to deny it and tell Rapunzel that it wasn't, but her heart was at war with her brain, telling her to be honest. That she and Elsa's relationship didn't deserve to be treated like a dirty secret — and that Punzie deserved the truth no matter how painful or risky that was.

The word was out before Anna could stop it. "Yes."

"Oh." Rapunzel looked away. It seemed like she was trying to keep from reacting, even though her face was pale and she was shivering a little. "You… and she? But…" She stopped herself and swallowed. "Well, that's great! I mean… y-you were so worried you wouldn't be able to get along with her anymore, and now… n-now you're really getting along!"

"You don't have to pretend to be okay with this, Rapunzel," Anna said softly, her face burning with a guilt she realistically knew she had no reason to feel. Except that she did; society made sure she did.

"It's not my business! I told you, I… well, I just w-wanted to make sure I wasn't… believing… I wanted to give you a chance to tell me I was wrong, I guess." She sounded close to tears. "B-but don't worry, I, um… the others don't know you're sisters, a-and I'm sure as heck not gonna tell them now."

"I really appreciate that, Punzie." Anna kept her voice as sweet as she could. "Thank you so much for being such a… wonderful friend." She swallowed the hard lump in her throat and fought to keep tears down herself. "D-Do you… want me to leave?"

At first, Rapunzel didn't respond. Then she glanced up at Anna's face and away. "I… I don't know, Anna. This is harder than the other thing. I mean… all I can think about is deformed babies, b-but you two can't have babies, anyway, so it's… I don't really…" She swallowed hard as if she were trying to keep her lunch down.

"I get it." Anna bit her lip, sympathetic to the clear struggle Rapunzel was going through. "What me and Elsa share… it's taboo. To most people, it's immoral and disgusting and we're terrible for doing it… but if I'm honest, Punzie, I don't care what those people think because… what we have is something really special. We love each other so much… and even if it's more than God or whoever says we should, I personally don't see anything wrong with it because I believe there is nothing wrong with true love."

That seemed to throw Rapunzel for even more of a loop. She sputtered for a few seconds, then simply went quiet as she tried to absorb what Anna was telling her.

"Punz?"

"True love? With your sister? But… I…"

Anna gave Rapunzel a tiny smile. "People always say that your heart would never tell you a lie when it comes to love. And my heart definitely knows that I've never loved anyone more than I love Elsa. Blood or no blood."

"Well, yeah, but not love this way. Of course you love her! I just… a-are you going to do…" Her face turned a little pale as she contemplated how to phrase things for Anna, and she wound up giving up with a little groan of uneasiness.

"Don't think about that if it makes you uncomfortable." The redhead sighed heavily. "Just… think about what you and Flynn have and apply it me and Elsa. Voila. Same thing."

Her meek voice asked, "You really feel that strongly? Like, for reals?" When Anna nodded, her eyes went a lot rounder. "Jeepers… but… okay, I need to stop asking the same questions over and over. Sorry. Just… I don't know if I can handle this, b-but I won't tell anyone. So… don't worry about that part."

"We really appreciate it, and… I hope that this doesn't ruin our friendship completely… I- I really like having you as a friend." Anna stood up. "I should go."

Nodding, Rapunzel didn't move or get up. But when Anna reached the door, she said, "Hey… I, um… it's not right, what Aurora and her friends did to you. Or tried to do, or whatever. Just… y-yeah, even if I'm not completely cool with the situation, I think they were jerks."

"Thanks." Anna gave the other girl a weak grin. "Nice to know that not everyone is willing to condone that kind of jerkishness." She shuffled her feet slightly. "Anyway… have a good night, Punzie."

"Goodnight." But she sounded very small, and very defeated as she whispered it.

~ o ~

"Well… how did she take it?"

"About as well as you would expect." Anna paced restlessly and her face was overwhelmed with sadness. The thought of losing someone who had so quickly become such a treasured friend was crushing. "She promised she wouldn't tell on us and even said that what the others did was wrong, but… God, Snowflake, she looked ready to be sick any minute…"

Elsa swallowed hard, looking down at how her hands were fidgeting with each other. "Well… I guess we shouldn't have hoped any differently. We are… defying the laws of nature."

"We aren't defying nature. We're defying societal standards." Anna huffed and ran her hand through her bangs. "M-Maybe she'll come around to it? To this just being how we are together, and it's not hurting anybody?"

"Maybe. After all, I didn't think I would, either, and yet here we are…" After a brief shrug, she flashed a wan smile up at her sister. "And… I guess you're right. Obviously, it can't be completely unnatural if it happened. It's not like either of us woke up one morning and decided we would really spit in God's eye by doing this."

"Exactly." The redhead flopped down onto the bed beside Elsa with a soft grunt and covered her eyes with her arm. "I'm just… sad. I really like Punzie, and knowing she probably hates me for this is…"

Getting up to cross the room, Elsa sat on her bedside and took Anna's hand. A calmer, less overtly romantic gesture. "She'll come around. I don't know her very well, since I don't talk to the other counselors too often, but… she seems like a very decent person, just from those few times the three of us have hung out together. I can't see her being too unreasonable for too long."

There was silence from Anna as she simply gripped the hand holding hers tightly. She took in the comforting gesture, eyes still closed, before she tugged the hand up to press it to her lips. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Anytime. And… even if…" She sighed, as if unsure about continuing. Anna blinked and gave her a comforting smile.

"If?" she prompted.

"Even… if we wind up not being able to stay in this relationship, after all. Because of the… familial part." But she rushed onward, "I made a choice that loving you and doing what's best for you comes first. So if we wind up having to 'break up' to stay sisters and friends, then I will. I hope we don't have to, but I wanted you to know how important that part is to me."

"Okay." Anna nodded and gave Elsa a watery smile. She looked down at their hands and gripped Elsa a little tighter, gently placing their joined hands to her heart. "I can accept that so long as you are still with me as a sister."

"Always." Then she raised the paired hands up to press her lips against them, to show Anna some affection. "But… I have a very strong feeling we won't have to worry."

Anna beamed at that before leaning in to press her lips directly to Elsa's, pouring all the love into it that she could. Humming, Elsa fell into the contact, pushing into her sister's mouth, wrapping her arms around her back. Contented, Anna rested her hands on Elsa's stomach, a sigh of bliss escaping between their lips as she fluttered her eyes closed.

"You're perfect," she murmured.

"No, you," Elsa whispered back, running fingertips through the back of Anna's hair as they laid there.

"Let's not get into this argument," Anna laughed, placing a kiss on her nose. "Otherwise, it will never end."

Grinning, the elder sister kissed the corner of the younger's mouth. "True." Then another, and a longer, sweeter one. Anna enjoyed the domesticity of their actions. The flirting, the kisses, the sweet talks… all of it helped to chase away the darkness that had taken root over the last few days and cemented the truth in Anna's mind. That she and Elsa were doing nothing wrong in their love for one another. That they were each other's True Loves.

That thought sent warmth through Anna's entire being. Her happiness exploded in a burst of heavy tears, which resulted in embracing Elsa and clutching her tightly to her chest while littering her face with kisses.

"Anna?" The kisses seemed to help keep Elsa from being truly concerned. "Aww… you alright down there?"

"I- I…" She couldn't tell Elsa just how happy she made her or how much she loved her, not with her throat so tight. How she wanted to give Elsa the world, the stars, the moon and the sky if it meant seeing her smile just a second longer. Instead, Anna let out a choked sob and pressed their foreheads together. There was so much that Anna wanted to say, yet nothing seemed enough to express her sentiments. She buried her face into her sister's hair and just basked in her scent and the security and warmth that Elsa's mere presence offered her.

And Elsa was there, warm, comforting, petting over her hair as she let Anna cry herself out in her hair. After a minute or so, she whispered, "I love you, Anna. I promise, it's never going to change again; I… won't let myself be deceived anymore about what kind of person you are. My beautiful, perfect sister…"

"I l-love you, too," Anna managed to choke out, clinging like a baby koala at her words.

"Are you sure you're alright?" she whispered against her forehead as she pushed her back to kiss it gently.

"F-fine." She closed her eyes. "I'm just...really happy right now." All Elsa did in response was to hold her closer, caressing over her hair and kissing tenderly. Being there for her.

It took awhile before Anna reluctantly pulled herself away from her older sister. Her tears had long since dried and she had calmed down significantly, but she didn't leave the security of Elsa's embrace until she felt the familiar tickle in her abdomen that indicated that nature called. She pouted a little when she finally stood up. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," Elsa said with a pleasant smile, reaching up to caress Anna's face before it was out of reach. "You'd better be; I miss you when you're gone." Anna blushed and gave her a shy, little grin. She nuzzled into Elsa's hand, placing a sweet kiss on her palm before she straightened up and made her way to the bathroom to relieve herself.

She didn't keep in the soft giggles, feeling only a little embarrassed that she was on the toilet by herself while she did so. However, the happiness she felt refused to be contained. Despite everything, she really felt that things would work out for the two of them. That she and Elsa would live happily together soon enough. As she finished and washed her hands, she had to bite her lip to keep her smile from hurting her cheeks. She emerged feeling so giddy that she was bouncing slightly.

"Hey, Elsa!" she cheered happily. "Did you miss me?"

"No," Elsa said sarcastically with a little laugh. "It's not like I just told you I miss you. Now, come here." Anna grinned, jogging lightly towards the bed before leaping into it, making Elsa jump a little when she landed so that she was facing her sister.

"Hiya!" she teased. It earned her a kiss on the tip of her nose, even though Elsa was rolling her eyes. Anna laughed and kissed her nose back with twinkling eyes. "What's a beauty like you doing in my bed, anyway?"

After a moment of blinking, Elsa snorted and bumped their foreheads together. "I was about to ask you the same thing. Since this is my bed, silly." Anna was struck momentarily baffled before casting what she hoped was a subtle glance down at the bedsheets to confirm. Blue sheets, definitely not green.

However, Anna decided to turn the screw-up to her advantage. With a flirtatious smile and a wink, she purred, "What's the difference?"

Elsa's smile was just as mischievous. "I suppose you're right at this point." Her hand came to rest on Anna's waist as she pulled her in closer. Anna's heart fluttered with nerves. Elsa had been getting bolder and less insecure with their flirting and it did wonders for Anna's libido to see her sister like this. It reminded her slightly of when they were kids, and how despite Elsa's calmer and more mature demeanor, she was just as, if not more, playful and mischievous than Anna when no one was looking. Only now that playfulness was more mature in nature and it made Anna's cheeks hot.

"Something the matter?" Elsa whispered, scooting a little closer still and kissing one of said hot cheeks. Anna gripped at Elsa's shoulders, slipping under the shirt so that she could feel the smooth skin and strong muscle under her hands, stared into those big glacial eyes that peered into her own. She felt naked under her gaze and it sent a glorious rush through the redhead as she started to caress Elsa lightly.

"Nothing at all," she whispered back, leaning in to brush her lips lightly over Elsa's own cheek. "Everything is just perfect."

So Elsa kissed her again, and this time the kiss stretched on for minutes. She was enticing, and kept up the pressure and attention as she began to roll slightly so that she was atop Anna, tongue searching for its mate. Anna shuddered beneath her older sister and eagerly met her tongue, fighting to keep her eyes from closing just so she could admire the serenity on Elsa's face. But when Elsa noticed, she drew back and blinked down at her.

"What is it?" she asked this time instead, her voice a bit sultrier. Anna's mouth went dry as she admired the body hovering over her own. Another soft shudder passed and she blinked slowly.

"W-why do you have to be so sexy without even trying?" she husked back.

That prompted a few blinks from the blonde, but she then smiled wickedly and pressed her lips against Anna's neck, just below her ear. "Because… you bring it out in me. Not like I know what I'm doing."

Anna moaned at the tremendous jolt that fired through her as a result of that kiss, turning a brilliant shade of scarlet at the loudness of her own voice. The sensitivity of the area Elsa currently had her lips to made her quiver with hot desire with every breath the winter blonde took. She gripped Elsa tightly.

"God, Elsa!" she whimpered as a hand began to trail up and down her side, barely even doing anything. "You drive my body crazy and you don't even try!" It kind of scared Anna just how easily Elsa could play her. How easy it was for her to make her emotions and physical being go haywire in both the best and worst ways possible.

And right now, with Elsa so close and her touches so light and teasing… it felt like the fires of hell and the warm bliss of heaven all at once.

"Is your body… really going that crazy?" Elsa asked in a slightly less self-assured voice. "Because if it is, then maybe… maybe I could do something about that."

To Be Continued…

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