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thequeenb · 4 years

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Poppy x MC

I know what you are all thinking..How the hell did us two even start dating? Well i never said i dont like her she is just always irritating damn it. It all changed one starry night when we had our first kiss, at first everything was confusing but then everything made sense

Our little fights, our intense make-out sessions, our unexplainable anger, our big confession. That's how things were since day one and how could i complain? But everything have been so secretive that it made me question if this is even real anymore.

"Now you should leave darling, Chloe will be here at any minute" Poppy waves a hand dressing up and i frown trying to show no emotion. Maybe i thought we were something, who wouldn't to be honest? When i told her that i liked her i thought it was mutual but boy oh boy was i wrong?

I sigh as i pick up my stuff exiting the room. I don't dare to say any word because i know my sensitive side will take over. What's wrong with me? I shouldn't have said anything in the first place but for once i said yes to taking risks

I plug my airpods in playing Apocalypse by CAS, surprisingly it's her favourite song and you know me, how could i not melt for Queen Bee? I walk around the campus remembering all the times i pinned her against these walls kissing her until she couldn't breathe.

What's the point anyways? I don't want to be anyone's secret, does she feel ashamed to be with me? Who cares what this university says if you truly have feelings for someone? I sigh walking further into the campus, its past midnight and it seems that i am all alone lost in my thoughts

I open my phone clicking on Instagram and of course they uploaded a story. Poppy, Veronica and Chloe enjoying a bottle of Rosé what a blust, except you had steamy sex an hour ago on these sheets.

It was just a hookup wasn't it? This question takes over my mind that i dont notice Zoe walking towards me

"Girl i was worried! You didn't respond to my texts" she says wrapping her hands around me. I squeeze her tight needing comfort and she strokes my hair whispering "It is Poppy isn't it?"

I sigh pulling back, sitting on a nearby bench. Of course it's Poppy, her and her manipulative ways. Great in the sheets but strangers on the streets, how charming

"She kicked me out because the girls were coming over, she doesn't want anyone to know about us"

Zoe's eyes widen "Are you kidding who would keep this a secret?" She gestures at me and i chuckle, A+ for the effort Zo. And she is right, i shouldn't settle for less than i deserve

"You are right--"

"I can sense a but and i don't like it. If she wanted you truly why is she being so secretive? And don't start with the reputation bullshit" she places both of her hands on my cheeks wiping away the tears i didn't know i had

Aaaand there goes a bright light making me go blind "What the hell?" I cover my eyes and Zoe does the same

"Gosh these people have miserable lives" she rolls her eyes standing up "Get your cute butt up and let's go get some drinks shall we?"

I nod smiling thanking god i have my best friend by my side. Without her none of these situations would be handled right and oh well i find her veeeeery pretty if you ask me

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I walk towards my class when a sudden buzz makes me stop my tracks. At first i thought its my ranking update but oh no its an update from The T

Hello loves,

I want to thank my amazing sources for blessing me with something interesting. Newbee has been trying to steal the crown months now and along the way everyone started to look at her like that heart eyes emoji. Yesterday our Queen to be was spotted getting closer to our one and only Zoe Wade. I am not surprised are you? They have been a dynamic duo since day one. #couplegoals

Here is an image of them last night, don't forget to 'awwww' everytime you see them

My congratulations to the cutest couple of Belvoire. Kisses, The T

Oh no, no no no this isn't good. If Poppy sees this she will.. actually she has no right to say anything. Despite that my heart starts racing at the thought of her reading this clearly false update. Aaaand there she is, across from me glaring at me with murderous eyes. Everyone looks at me whispering and its honestly very frustrating, trying to avoid the crowd all i focus on is getting on my class that until my phone buzz again

"Meet me behind the field" I froze reading what Poppy just sent me and my mind is drowning with all the possibilities. Did i just fuck up even this little something that we share? God damn this blog and fuck all these people that all they care about is juicy gossip.

Do i even have a choice? Poppy will try to confront me no matter what so i might as well skip class, i am sure Miss Kingsley will understand, right?

I see her standing against the wall as i approach closer. She is tapping her heel on the cement and honestly? I am a little scared

"Hello, fancy meeting you here" i say smiling trying not to look nervous

She doesn't answer instead she makes the most angry face i have ever seen shoving her phone in my face. I swear if that red angry emoji was an actual person that would be her right now.

"What is this bullshit?"

"Oh wow calm down is that why i am skipping class? To explain to you something I don't even have to?" I fold my arms looking at her dead in the eyes. I am not usually the person who will let her anger get the best of her but Poppy's behaviour hurt me so this time i just let it slide

For just a second she looks confused but then she regain her composure "Zoe? Are you serious? This girl is a wannabe, just because her mother has money she thinks--"

"Wow wow pause there. Not another word about Zoe" i place one finger against her lips and her breath catches. Jeez can't you not be horny for a second? I think to myself

"Why? Did i offend your girlfriend?" Her tone is ironic yet jealous and you know what? Jealous Poppy might be dangerous but she is also very sweet

"I am not in a relationship with her dumbass" i roll my eyes pulling slightly away from her

"But the photo--"

"Oh boo-hoo someone took a picture so what? Do you believe everything you see? She was fixing your mess because if you were clear towards me i wouldn't sit alone crying" these words escape my mouth without my consent and oh did i just admit how i feel?

Poppy looks stunned and actually speechless. Her eyes soften and i look away embarrassed "What do you mean?"

Yes what do i mean? I ask that question to myself all day and night. I have been trying to get her out of my mind but how could i? The way her perfume makes me dizzy, her soft kisses after each session, the way she looked at me like i am the only one in this world

"I don't know where we stand. You are so secretive that I start to believe this means nothing" i shrug trying not to let any form of vulnerability slip out

"Bea i- i thought i was clear. I mean i left you several hickeys on your neck--"

"Oh hold up! Do you really think hickeys mean we are dating?"

She nods and thats when i laugh. Oh wow this girl is really unique i swear "That still doesn't explain why you have been secretive"

Poppy sighs heavily, clearly uncomfortable by my question. At this point I don't care, all i want is to know if i waste my energy and emotions on someone who doesn't feel the same

"I am not good with words okay? I just didn't knew what to say or do to show you that i want us to be official"

Surprised i smile taking her hand in mine "You are cute when you are jealous"

"Oh shut up, you aren't that special" she smiles back and it makes my heart melt

That's Poppy. She isn't good with words nor know how to handle emotions. She was taught to be heartless and competitive and i can see why she is being that way. Her way of words are insults and in this relationship that's how we communicate

"Come here" she says pulling out her phone

Without another word she leans against me planting a kiss on my cheek. She snaps a photo and for a minute i think she will upload it, a girl can dream right? Oh wait a minute..is she actually doing it??

"What are you doing?" I ask looking over at her phone

"Uploading a picture. I want everyone to know that you belong to me" she is typing so fast i cant read what the caption says but then i get a notification

"Mine" it says with three heart emojis, thats so adorable i can't help but actually say awww out loud

"Well i didn't expect that but i like being yours" i say winking at her

We kiss and this time its different. The minute our lips touch i can feel my knees go weak. We kissed many times and you way ask, whats different now? Well now i am hers and only and my mind can rest now knowing i have a powerful amazing woman by my side.

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arielovessims · 3 years

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The New Heiress Chapter 2, Part 5

“Mr. and Mrs. Summerdream, thank you for agreeing to meet with me today.”

“There is something very important that I would like to discuss with you, and I am hoping for your favorable response.”

“As you know, Puck and I have been best friends for a long time, and that we eventually developed feelings for each other. To get straight to the point, I am asking for his hand in marriage.”

“I know that you don’t want him and your family to be involved in the feud, but there has been peace in this town for the last seven years, and that is all thanks to you, Mr. Summerdream. I will also do my best to help maintain that peace.”

“Most importantly, I do not see anyone else in my future other than Puck. I love him, I really do. I hope you can see that.”

“We do see that you two are very much in love, my dear. And personally, I no longer have any qualms with your association to the feud. My only concern is if you two are truly prepared. Marriage is no fairytale. Nevertheless, if you are sure and ready, you have my blessing. But it is nothing without Titania’s approval too. She is, after all, the head of this family.”

“Of course you have my blessing, Hermia. No need for formalities or tradition, but we do appreciate you coming to us first. The fact that you wanted to seek our approval already tells us how much you value this.”

“But as Oberon said, please make sure you are ready first. We understand that as heiress, you might feel pressured to get married, but the both of you are still very young. And you know Puck, he has a childlike heart.”

“You are right. I am actually not in a hurry to get married, in fact I am frightened, but I just wanted to ask for your approval as early as now, for reassurance. And now, knowing that I have your support, I can plan my future with less anxiety.”

“Of course, it will all still be up to you and Puck, whatever you decide. We just wanted to give you advice because we have seen so many couples who used to be so in love, to end up divorced, and we don’t want that to happen to you.”

“If you ever need marriage or parental advice, you can always come to us.”

“I need to go now. Thank you so much for your time.”

“It’s been a pleasure. We would be delighted to have you as part of our family, Hermia. I hope all goes well with the two of you.”

“Good morning, Daddy.”

“Good morning, sweetie. You’re up early today? It’s Sunday.”

“I made sure to get up while the others are still asleep because I want to talk to you alone.”

“What is it, my dear? Is it so serious that you don’t want your siblings to know?”

“About your wedding, Daddy. I don’t want to be a flower girl anymore.”

“Oh, who will be our flower girl, then? Is something the matter, Ariel? Are you upset about the wedding?”

“No, it’s not about you and Uncle Kent, it’s just... I don’t think I’m a girl.”

“Oh. So does that mean...?”

“I don’t think I’m a boy, either.”

“I don’t understand why there has to be things for boys and things for girls. I like things for both.”

“And it makes me uncomfortable to think about my... you know. We are learning sex education in biology class and our teacher taught us about how there are people who are not male or female, and that’s when I knew.”

“People might think I’m too young to be thinking and deciding about this, but I’m nearly a teenager, and I’m pretty sure this is who I am. So I guess instead of a flower girl, I can just be called... a flower... child?”

“Are you upset, Daddy?”

“Oh no, Ariel, no. I’m just... processing it. But I think I understand.”

“Thank you Daddy! It means so much to me that you understand and accept who I am.”

“Well, we didn’t learn about those things when I was a boy, and I didn’t even know I liked men too until I got older.”

“Of course I accept who you are, my love. And you will forever be my baby. Didn’t I tell you that you could be whoever you wanted to be?”

“I’m so lucky you’re my dad.”

“What kind of father would I be if I didn’t love you for who you are?”

“Do you think Mommy would have accepted it too?”

“Yes, I think she would.”

“Of course you’d be here again.”

“I wanted to be alone, there’s too much people inside.”

“So, are you ready to tell me your secret? Or should I tell Dad that you were lying about where you’ve been the other night?”

“What do you mean?”

“I called Fabian, and unfortunately for you, it was his mother who picked up the phone and said there was no sleepover at their house like you claimed. So just tell me where you’ve been. If you don’t, I will ask Bottom, because I know she’s in on your secret.”

“Look, brother dear. I know I’m annoying, and nosy, and whatever else you want to call me. But I’m your sister, and I worry about you. When we were little, you always looked out for me because I always got in trouble, didn’t you? And now it seems our roles have switched. Now I have to look out for you, because you’ve been acting really suspicious. Whatever it is you’re doing, I just have a gut feeling that there’s something wrong.”

“Okay, I will tell you. But you have to promise me that you will never tell anyone. Not Dad, not Nonno or Nonna, not anyone. Do you promise?”

“Why not? How serious is this, Ben?”

“It’s a matter of life and death. Now, do you promise?”

“Alright, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Good. Well, I do have a girlfriend.”

“Ooooh, I knew it. Is that it, then? You know you can just tell Nonno that you’re not interested in Olivia.”

“Listen. She’s not just any other girl. I met her at that party we snuck into when we were kids.”

“No... no way...”

“She’s a Capp.”

“Ben... what on earth?! I thought you were the obedient and dutiful twin... do you want to give Nonno a heart attack? Have you learned nothing from what happened with Romeo? And Mom? Dad will kill you!”

“Listen, Bea. I don’t want this feud to go on forever. Don’t you too? And she’s not that different from us, so why can’t I be with her, just because our grandpa had a falling out with her grandpa? None of that was her fault. She just happened to be a Capp, and we happened to be in love. That’s why I’m going to fight for her, and marry her eventually.”

“Oh, God. You’ve gone off the rails. This is all my fault. I never should’ve let you follow me to that party.”

“I still have a functioning brain, and I also have a functioning heart. Come on Bea, you should be on my side here. Don’t you want peace in this town once and for all? Our generation... we don’t deserve to get dragged into the mess our grandparents created.”

“Of course I want peace, but I don’t want to get disowned too. Do you have a plan, then?”

“Well, not yet entirely. But I know we will have Aunt Bianca’s support when we tell her.”

“Well, loverboy. If you don’t have Plan A perfectly mapped out yet, you better have a Plan B for if we get kicked out.”

“So you’re with me then? Thank you, Beatrice!”

“Well, what can I do? I know I can’t stop you. And you’d do the same for me. I guess we’re more alike than we thought, huh?”

#the new heiress #hermia capp #titania summerdream #oberon summerdream #ariel capp #albany capp #benedick monty #beatrice monty #veronaville #ts2 #ts2 story

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rebelbyrdie · 3 years

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I wish you would write a fic where ... Regina and Marian are bridge partners, and there's some cutthroat playing in Storybrooke!

Snow and Emma have joined the new Storybrooke Bridge Club and things get a little out of hand.

Building Bridges

“I don’t get it.” Emma mumbled for the fourth time.

Snow sighed. David would have been a better partner than Emma. She thought they could join the new Storybrooke Bridge Club to bond while David, Henry and Neal did “man stuff”. Whatever that meant.

“Its an easy game to learn but impossible to master, Sweetheart.” She patted Emma’s arm. “You’ll get it.”

She would if she actually paid attention to her cards or their game. Emma was watching a game three tables away. She was specifically watching two of the players. Regia and Marion were quite the pair. They were at the top of the leader board. They were playing against Granny and Marco. It was a heated match, as Granny and Marco were sitting at a very close number two on the board.

“Emma.” Snow needed her daughter to focus on the game. Not only were they losing, but Marge and Bea were getting annoyed.

“Oh!” Emma jerked her head and laid her hand down on the table face up. Snow dropped her face into her palm. “You weren’t the dummy hand this game.” They were already past that phase.

Emma picked back up her cards sheepishly. “I mean yeah. Uh.” She glanced over the cards on the table and half-heartedly laid down a six of spades. It wasn’t the suite they were playing or even the trump suite. They lost the trick to Bea. They were being slaughtered because Emma was too busy staring at Regina to even try to play.

“Why are they partners? I thought they would uh not like each other.” Emma was staring again. “She’s mad at me, but best buddies with her? How is that fair?”

Marge rolled her eyes. Bea snickered. Snow wished that she were anywhere else.

Bea twisted around in her wheelchair to look at them. “I think they make a good couple. They bonded over what an asshole Robin is.”

Marge chuckled. “Madame Mayor’s been hell on wheels lately but Marion can calm her down with a few words. Her PA keeps her on speed dial.”

Snow felt her eye twitch. This was not helping!

“Okay, yeah, sure. I get that. Do they have to be so buddy-buddy though? I heard they both walked Roland to school. Like suddenly they’re co-parenting! Like divorced Mommies instead of girlfriend in-laws. I had to fight tooth and nail to even see Henry for a year and I gave birth to him!”

Marge penciled in the scores onto their team cards. She had a calm and unreadable face. More suited to poker then bridge. Snow knew that she was on Regina’s side. She had been one of her biggest supporters in the Enchanted Forest. Not that Snow held that against her or anything. Bea was far more expressive. She had been one of Regina’s advisors and made no qualms about it. She looked like she was genuinely enjoying what was happening. Like she was watching her favorite soap opera in real time.

Snow shook their hands and stood up to walk around a bit. They had lost the match badly, again. They were going to be at the bottom of the club. Maybe not last since Grumpy was half-drunk and his partner, Anton, was too busy chatting with everyone to keep up with the game.

Snow sighed and checked the board to see who their next match was with. She almost screamed and wondered if she could just forfeit now. Emma would be useless sitting that close to Regina and Marion.

It took a few minutes for Marion and Regina to finish, and win, their match. Granny looked sour and Marco disappointed. Marion and Regina were arm in arm, laughing about something.

Emma scowled as they walked closer. Snow sighed. This was going to be a long match.

For the first time since they’d arrived, Emma paid attention to the cards. More specifically, she watched Regina’s hands shuffle then deal the cards. Her fingernails and lipstick were the same shade of red as the back of the cards. She was wearing black and red, like she had planned to match the cards. Snow wasn’t blind, Regina was dressed to impress (more like torture and tease) today. Several eyes, both male and female, had wandered her way.

Snow suspected that Regina had let Marion dress out of her closet too. She was wearing a vibrant violet wrap dress and heels. She looked very modern but comfortable, almost smug. Regina was rubbing off on her. They had been inseparable since they had both broken up with Robin.

“So you’ve adapted to Strorybrooke pretty quickly, Marion.” Snow looked over her cards and hoped Emma was at least looking over hers. “I’m so glad you’re doing well.”

As well as any out-of-time, out-of-realm, recently-resurected, almost divorcee could be doing.

“It is my second chance. I am so happy to be here.” Marion flashed a brilliant smile at Regina. “There are so many miracles here. I can’t imagine going back.”

Regina chuckled. “Going back for a year was awful. I’d forgotten how much I hated chimera and corsets.”

Marion giggled and reached across the table to touch Regina’s arm and spoke in a different language. Regina’s eyes lit up with a mischievous spark and she replied in the same language.

Emma scowled, “Did you guys invent a special BFF language?”

Marion blinked and Regina cocked a brow. “Have you never heard of Spanish, Miss Swan?”

“8 Hearts.” Snow started off the bidding since no one else had bothered.

“So you both just happen to speak Spanish?” Emma squinted at them. “Seriously?” She shifted in her seat, “I didn’t even know you spoke Spanish.”

Snow did, though she had rarely heard her do so. She also spoke French, Elvish, Latin and was passable at Agrahbani and Skailling (the language of the Northern kingdom that her mother had come from).

Snow had begged her stepmother for Skailling lessons, but had ultimately found them difficult and boring so she had quit less than two months later. She had never been a good student and often wondered if Regina had cursed her to be a teacher just for that reason.

She shook her head and focused on the game. Someone on their team should at least try to play.

The bidding went fast and ended with Regina being the dummy hand.

“Well, Miss Swan. I have all my cards-” She spoke slowly and rubbed her fingers across the top of her hand as she laid it down. “-on the table.”

Oh My God. Regina was flirting. With her daughter. Right in front of her! How was she supposed to focus on the tricks when Regina was trying to seduce her baby girl in front of the entire club?!

Snow looked over at Marion and the woman smirked and gave a quick nod. Like she was in on Regina’s grand plan. Like she thought it was a grand idea. They were doing this on purpose!

The rounds went quickly, but Emma was so focused on Regina that she rarely put down a card that helped. Regina and Marion won the game easily. Emma got the next deal and she shuffled the cards roughly, bending them and mixing them with some faces up and others down. She corrected them with a grumble and finally dealt them out, counting to thirteen under her breath. She slapped each card down hard and refused to make eye contact with anyone.

Regina and Marion upped their ante. Not at Bridge, though. They were playing an entirely different game. Marion was intentionally trying to make Emma jealous. Regina was putting on her best I’m not trying to be sexy I just am naturally irresistible act. Snow could not believe Emma was falling for it. The whole thing was middle-school drama club melodrama. It wasn’t subtle. For a master manipulator, Regina was certainly being blunt.

Snow wondered if she should stop them. After a few calming breaths and a few sips of grape soda, she had calmed down a little.

On the one hand, Regina had been the Evil Queen. Her mortal enemy, the caster of the darkest curse in the land, etcetera etcetera. On the other hand, Emma’s other suitor was a morally dubious pirate who drank five times more than he bathed.

At least Regina was trying to redeem herself. All Hook did was hang out on the docks, drink and make sexually charged passes at Emma (or any other female he happened to see).

Furthermore, Snow wasn’t deaf, dumb or blind. Emma and Regina had been dancing around each other from day one. She wished she didn’t know that, but she did. In fact, she was starting to wonder if they had already crossed a line or two. When she really thought about it, the signs were all there.

There had been the time that Emma had all but carried Regina out of the fire. The way Emma had fought to save Regina from the wraith. Then there was the way that Regina had been amazed at Emma’s magic. How she had looked so devastated when Emma had accused her of murder. They’d disappeared in Neverland a time or two with little to no explanation. Then there had been the long and longing stars and stilted conversations when they were fighting Zelena. Not to mention the fact that Regina had tried to remove her heart the second she was separated from Henry and Emma. How she had spent a year ignoring her “soulmate” and staring off into the distance, like she was thinking about Emma had been more excited to see Regina than her and David.

She rolled her eyes, laid down her card, and gave Regina a small nod. She wasn’t going to object, but it was not a full blessing either. It was more of a we’ll see. She’d leave the threats of bodily harm to David.

During the bids this time, Regina and Marion were far more tactile, leaning into each other’s touches and whispering back and forth in Spanish. When Regina laughed, she threw her head back and her dark hair swished across her face.

Emma was gripping the edge of the table so hard that her knuckles had blanched white.

Snow looked around and realized that they were the center of attention. Everyone was watching Regina and Marion torture Emma. They were all obviously enjoying the show.

“Nine Spades.” Marion smiled and leaned over to take Regina’s glass of ginger ale. She drank deeply. “Thanks, Sweetie.”

Emma’s face twisted and she stiffened in her seat. Three lightbulbs at the far end of the community center went bright and then blew out. It could be a coincidence or Emma’s magic. Snow bit her lip, but didn’t say anything. Emma only became more agitated when people pointed out her magic being “temperamental”.

The game went fast but much differently than Snow expected. They were winning. Not because she was a particularly great player or because Emma had suddenly started trying. No, it was plain to see that Regina and Marion were intentionally throwing the game. So there would be a third tie breaker game for the match. They were dragging this out as long as they could. It was diabolical and just a little bit cruel.

Snow was pretty sure that no one else was playing. They were all watching Regina and Emma. There were the cards on the table and the entirely different game being played out with little smirks and furrowed brows. The tension was so thick that Snow would need a battle ax to cut through it.

“Pardon me.” Regina jotted down her team’s intentionally abysmal score on their card. “I need to visit the powder room before our final game. May I?” She stood, not waiting for their answer.

Emma stood up too, faster and way less graceful then Regina had. Her chair screeched back and almost tipped. “Yeah. Me too.”

Snow watched Regina sashay towards the ladies room and Emma stomp after her. Since Emma hadn’t taken a drink of her now warm soda all morning, Snow doubted that she needed to use the facilities.

“Whatever happens in there.” Snow glared at Marion. “I blame you.”

Marion laughed, which was not the reaction Snow had expected.

“I don’t understand.” She sounded like Emma now. “What is going on with you and Regina anyway?”

Marion had been caught up in the war she and Regina had waged. She would have been executed if not for Emma. Not to mention there was the whole Robin situation. Marion should hate Regina, or at the very least not be best friends with her.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Marion took a handful of the snack mix that sat on every table. “I should hate the Evil Queen.”

Snow nodded and grabbed a couple of chocolate covered nuts for herself. “But you don’t?”

Marion smiled. “We both know that Regina is not The Evil Queen. She’s a completely different person. Did you know that she came to me a few days after I arrived?”

During the two weeks that she had refused to speak to anyone but Henry? During those same two weeks that Emma had been beside herself with worry and guilt?

“Robin tried to rush her off, like Regina was the dirty little secret I wasn’t supposed to know about.” Marion shook her head. Her voice was quiet and low, far less cheerful than it had been. “Robin had taken mistresses before. His code of honor is very flexible when he wants it to be.”

Snow almost choked on her snack. What?

“None of them had dared to come talk to me. To look me in the eyes. She wasn’t there to talk to Robin, to convince him to leave me. She came to talk to me. I thought she was going to apologize. I think if she had I might have hit her.”

Marion looked over at the closed bathroom door.

“She asked if I was okay. If I needed anything.”

Snow blinked. Again, she hadn’t really expected that.

“Everyone was so excited about my sudden resurrection. Robin had his wife back. Rolland had his mother back. Not a single person had asked me how I felt. I-it-I cried. I broke down sobbing and she comforted me.”

Marion picked up the deck of cards and started to shuffle it. She was moving her hands and fingers, playing with the cards.

“She explained things to me that no one had thought to mention. Offered to help me find a home. She explained that here I could divorce Robin without losing Rolland to him. She asked what I wanted. She didn’t have any expectations or demands. She really wanted me to have choices about my new life. I don’t know what your life was like, Princess, but I’ve never been given a lot of choices.”

Marion paused and looked around the room briefly. “I get to be what I want here, and I want what she has. A home, a job, a safe place for my son to live, learn and grow. Love with no judgement.”

Did Marion harbor love for someone? If it wasn’t Robin or Regina, then who? Snow was dying to know.

“So yes. Regina and I are friends and-” Marion chuckled. “-she is a mess. She is hopelessly in love with Emma. She doesn’t even like Bridge. She hates it. She’s only here to see Emma. I couldn’t take it anymore. Even Henry is ready to lock them in a room together and throw away the key. So we-”

A burst of bright light flooded the building. There was a small earthquake and hundreds of butterflies suddenly appeared in the room. They fluttered around and filled the room with a rainbow of colors.

“Well!” Marion grinned. “I suppose its mission accomplished, then.” She looked over at the score cards. “I wonder if they’ll let us team up since Regina and Emma aren’t going to be spending their Saturday mornings playing Bridge anymore.”

#cpark1899 #asks and answers #ficlet #swan queen #Bonus Marion and Regina #1st time I've written Marion

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ryttu3k · 3 years

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Okay.

I’m gonna do it.

I’m gonna watch the Star Wars Holiday Special.

And we already have off-brand opening text. This is off to a great start!

I’m a minute and a half in and the sitcom-style openings have already killed me. Oh Mark you poor fucker.

“Anthony Daniels as C-3PO! Peter Mayhew as Chewbacca! R2-D2 as… R2-D2!”

Fuck the actors playing Chewie’s family apparently, no credits for them!

And let’s start off with this picture that isn’t even trying to be photorealistic. I mean you could have at least edited in some generic forest to the background or something. Made a model. Anything!

There are several minutes of cozy domesticity. Done completely in Shyriiwook. Kid is playing! Grandpa is grumpy! Mom is cooking! Mom wants Kid to take out the garbage! Its main saving grace is that there’s no laugh track!

Look out, kid, you’re balancing on a matte painting!!

Why would you have a tiny holographic circus in pseudo-BDSM gear?

Why wouldn’t you have a tiny holographic circus in pseudo-BDSM gear?

*covers Lumpy’s eyes*

This legitimately reads like, “Well, we decided to show off our [assorted crew member]’s [generic family member]’s amateur gymnastics and tumbling squad, so let’s put them in brightly coloured body suits and pretend they’re aliens.”

Well, they’re very brightly coloured, if nothing else!

Lumpy wants to keep playing but Malla wants him to dry the dishes! First the garbage, now this?! Inhumanity!! (Inwookieety?)

Listen I know Star Wars has its own visual identity when it comes to interface tech, so why does this look like it’s out of a parody of itself?

Mark I’m so fucking sorry. And we know how he feels about this particular low!

jfc his eyes are so wide it’s like he’s been dipping into Carrie’s stash XD;;

Bless his heart he’s trying his hardest but the script is............. not good.

Losing my shit at Malla trying to talk to a trader with an Imperial soldier in the background.

“Don’t say a word, ma’am, I know just why you’re calling! You’re wondering when that shaggy carpet you ordered will arrive at your home? Let me assure you, madam, it’s on its way! It’s being flown especially for you by a little old woman four planets away. She did it all by herself. In fact you might say she did it -” Obviously raised eyebrows - “BY HANd. SOLO.”

STIR WHIP STIR WHIP WHIP WHIP STIR

The cooking scene is straight up ridiculous and is, so far, my favourite scene of the show. It’s completely unhinged on its own, but it’s also bookended before it by a scene with Vader and an Imperial officer being menacing, and goes straight into Han and Chewie trying to evade TIE fighters, and the mood whiplash is impeccable.

Oh noes! An Imperial blockade around the planet! However will Chewie get home for Life Day!

Apparently they have something called a Mind Evaporator. Which sounds... ominous.

“Why all the long hairy faces?”

Oh my god the trader guy brought porn for Itchy. To use with the... the Mind Evaporator. “It’s kind of... hard to explain. It’s kind of... wow. D’you know what I mean? Happy Life Day! ...and I do mean Happy Life Day!”

what the fuck

Is this why he’s called Itchy

What the fuck am I watching XD

I mean the song is very nice but the context... the context...

Man there’s just something... really off about Leia XD;;

Han made it to the planet, but oh noes! Imperials!

My god this is almost cringey. The trader/rebel is trying so hard to be suave and also sell his shit without letting on that he’s a rebel... and is now distracting an Imperial soldier with holographic Jefferson Starship.

Actually this song kinda slaps...

Just another day on a planet occupied by hostile Imperialism! *laugh track*

Wow, this is the animation? That style... XD

This thing is meant to be menacing.

Boba Fett to the rescue! ...wait, what?

So, uh, Chewie and the droids are teaming up with Boba Fett to find the cure to an infected talisman that only affects humans and forces a sleeping sickness on them, meaning they have to be tied up upside down to keep the blood rushing to their head. I repeat, wait, what?

Oh okay he’s working for Vader and trying to earn their trust. That works much better XD

At this point Lumpy yells in dismay over the cartoon he’s apparently watching about his actual real-ass dad and the Imperial comes over to investigate! Oh noes!

No it’s okay he pulls up some random game and the guy is like ‘oh okay you just suck at games’ and wanders off again. Back to Lumpy watching a cartoon about his actual real-ass dad because that’s something that just happens in this universe apparently.

Threepio casually reveals Fett’s plans and Fett is just like, “Welp, foiled again!” and jets off and like... that’s it. No problem.

Man the Imperials are just casually trashing Lumpy’s room that’s so rude. Just straight-out decapitated the stuffed bantha?? Rude??

Man bar staff have to deal with this shit all over the galaxy XD

Bea Arthur is singing to the Cantina song. That is all.

Chewie and Han arrive home, only to find a stormtrooper threatening Lumpy! Oh noes!

WILHELM SCREAM.

Aww, Han and Lumpy’s interactions are adorable. He’s all, “omg he’s got so big!” and teasing him over his voice starting to change XD

Oh god please don’t make me watch Wookiees make out... oh thank fuck it was just a hug XD

And suddenly they’re in robes and floating through space in a procession while a solemn version of the Throne Room theme plays and Threepio wishes everyone a Happy Life Day (”WAAAARGKJHJDSAASDFJLKWAHH!”).

Wow I don’t know about Threepio wishing they were truly alive so they could celebrate Life Day too XD;;

And here’s our trio! For some reason, Luke is back in his Tatooine outfit?

Listen there is something not quite right about Leia passionately talking about their love for one another despite their differences while clinging to Chewie’s arm and gazing adoringly at him XD

“This is the promise of the Tree of Life.”

The what of what? Because that was literally not mentioned at any point before that.

Oh god the song. Oh god I don’t know if I’m strong enough.

That note did not work with the music being played!!

So that happened.

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Ronnie & Joe

Ronnie: [is gonna rock up late despite literally living with Charlie so enjoy the entrance everybody]

Joe: [when you weren’t invited but still gonna show up like you have somewhere better to be, love that for you, the effort we’ve not gone to because we live here so it’s kinda okay but not really Joseph, also I imagine kinda shook she ended up showing]

Ronnie: [likewise in the sense that she dresses the same everywhere she goes unless it’s a job interview or court appearance lol but we know she looks good if you’re Joseph and into it, I imagine her zoning in on Jamie immediately like who the fuck is this and then oh I’ve heard nothing about you kinda energy soz gal]

Joe: [rude but not untrue in this case, at least Charlie can make it seem like you’re joking and Joe can go get you a drink like soz this is all we have energy ‘cos in jokes]

Ronnie: [I highly doubt they have enough seats around that table so I also imagine her dragging up something to sit on like yeah I’m here to stay bitches and drinking Joe’s drink while he’s gone as a throwback to when she did when they met at that gig and cos we’re obvs claiming him LOL]

Joe: [we know the food is gonna be studenty anyway so having smaller portions won’t kill any of us lmao, just dying at how shocked Sophie is having to conceal she is, host on queen, boring boyfriend having no opinions of course]

Ronnie: [don’t worry gal depending how much of a jealous rage we get into we probably won’t be eating it so you’ll still have brownies left, her face would be iconic and I totally picture Marc on his phone the entire time because Paul used to do that when he was with Trace]

Joe: [giving nothing to this bizarre situation, too real, Charlie and Sophie holding this together, soz guys, Joe jus amused af, do we sit opposite or next to hmm]

Ronnie: [read that as soz gays, ILY mum & dad, I think he needs to sit opposite Jamie so that she can accuse them of eye fucking each other or whatever so probably next to]

Joe: [okay yes gather ‘round everyone]

Ronnie: she lives here

Joe: yeah I told you, Silent Bob’s gf

Ronnie: you said he had a bitch not shes been chained to the radiator since youse lot moved in

Joe: maybe that’s his secret

Ronnie: whens he letting you have your go

Joe: got my own radiator you can have a go on when this is over

Joe: not to brag or nothing

Ronnie: wont be over til the fat flatmate sings & the other one sucking you off while her & mariah duet and the boyfriend pretends he aint watching youse instead is fuck all to brag about

Joe: be lucky if it got close to that level of mildly interesting

Joe: where are you in all this then

Ronnie: under the sink looking for drain cleaner or whatever else i can drink

Joe: why do you get to have all the fun?

Ronnie: i dont waste my time asking bullshit questions

Joe: how are we gonna waste our time

Ronnie: im gonna kill your shared girlfriend & youre gonna cry about it

Joe: I don’t think I am

Joe: no amount of tragedy is gonna breakthrough the chemical fog

Ronnie: you would if you could

Joe: [🙄 at her]

Ronnie: [tips however much is left of her drink into his lap not at all accidentally but we know Charlie and Soph will pretend it was]

Joe: [whip them off to go get changed boy]

Ronnie: [when you wanna follow him but you just gotta glare instead]

Joe: [probably taking whatever we’ve got in to make this go easier, ‘scuse us, so much missing out]

Ronnie: [you know she turned up already on something so do what you gotta do Joseph]

Joe: [Jamie should be talking to you about uni things thus alienating everyone else a lil ‘cos that is a bit rude and will annoy you gal]

Ronnie: [fully just opening up a wound over here literally cos she was already jealous but did not realise they had this much shit in common or anything in common actually so we’re just livid and bleeding]

Joe: [Sophie just running with the kitchen roll like omg do we have bandages guys like oh babe you truly only mean well, Charlie just giving the can you not looks of it all, Joe just jealous because we’ve obviously got our long sleeves]

Ronnie: [a spoken out loud fuck you at everyone but mainly Joe as we go to the bathroom to not deal with this but instead evoke the energy of when Mae downed that mouthwash because she definitely would and also go through the cabinets for anything sharp obvs]

Joe: [at least you can go under the guise of checking on her but really you’re just seeing what she’s doing]

Ronnie: [1000% have not locked the door because we wanted him to follow us but that won’t stop her telling him to get out because walking contradiction forever]

Joe: [locks it behind him in response]

Ronnie: [the most intense glare in response because could not be more livid rn]

Joe: [grabbing wherever the wound is like we’re gonna kiss it better or something like Soph for a casual bit of blood drinking]

Ronnie: [obviously have to push him away really hard because we’re obviously really into it and excuse you boy we’re trying to be angry and hate you, soz to all the flatmates when you hear that crashing about]

Joe: [lmao this tiny bathroom getting destroyed, steady yourself and her despite that clearly not being what she wants right now, roll up a sleeve ‘you never did the X’]

Ronnie: [the glorious visual of trying to get past him to leave/push him away again at the same time in a small space so you just end up pressed up against each other and the door making eye contact and it’s hot af ‘you never took me anywhere’]

Joe: [‘so let me’ do you mean let’s get out of here or in a saucy way either or you skinny as hell girl so if you not really trying to leave it’s easy not to let you]

Ronnie: [‘she’ll let you’ because we’re not just dropping this even if we want to]

Joe: [‘who?’ like an oblivious boy ‘cos clearly not where our head is]

Ronnie: [a really vicious read of Jamie based on what we’re learned this evening that I’m not gonna do because I am not that mean but it’s obvious it’s her and not Sophie we’re talking about, hope you don’t hear us gal]

Joe: [‘I’m not interested’ in every sense right now ‘and you know that, stop pissing about’]

Ronnie: [‘wasn’t any other cunt round the table hanging on her every fucking word, I know that’ because that was blatant Jamie]

Joe: [‘I can’t help it that her fella’s an accountant’ what do you do Marc, do any of us know lol, shrugs ‘we go to the same school, that’s it’ and a look like whatever the fuck this is is clearly more]

Ronnie: [she would wanna lol but we can’t because still mad ‘that’s it?’ not actually a question though more like you better be telling the truth boy ‘why the fuck have you never told me about her then?’]

Joe: [‘I thought I had when I said he had a girlfriend’ not not a lie ‘none of them are what I want to talk about, that’s it’]

Ronnie: [‘you were thinking with this’ grabbing his dick when we say so ‘that’s it’ cos even if that was true Joseph we shade the rest of the flatmates often and you know damn well we love doing it]

Joe: [shakes head even though we are very clearly into that ‘she’s no Soph’ like it wouldn’t be as funny soz]

Ronnie: [‘is right’ like yeah I know you actually seriously wanna get with her, and moving away but not to leave but to pick back up whatever implement we were gonna hurt ourselves with before he came in but didn’t get chance to because we’re genuinely upset]

Joe: [literally putting ourselves in front of it like no ‘Ronnie’ like I don’t know how you’re going to even put it into words boy so it’s mainly a !!! look]

Ronnie: [a look that starts out like don’t try and stop me/fuck you but turns into !! when his does like say something/do something if you mean it]

Joe: [got to go in and kiss you whilst making her push whatever she was gonna use on herself into him, now or never, enjoy the tension finally getting released]

Ronnie: [obviously we’re kissing you back so we all know what’s gonna happen next lol, soz flatmates I really hope you can’t hear anything, especially Charlie cos you actually know they’re related]

Joe: [it is not a big flat so keep quiet, just think he’s comforting her for all this time or what, god bless]

Ronnie: [she would be trying to keep quiet but not for y’all more so he thinks she’s unimpressed/not that into it but that would literally last all of a second because she’s obviously very into it]

Joe: [the levels you aren’t gonna wanna go back in but can’t be seen as being romantic lads]

Ronnie: [I could easily have her leave if we want though because it’s a fact that she doesn’t wanna be here and everyone would be relieved except Joseph]

Joe: [that probably makes sense, honestly, and you’ve freaked them all out, as was the point]

Ronnie: [and lbr you’ve freaked yourselves out with how good that hook up was too so]

Joe: [just go hide in your room like you’re very taxed by that in an acceptable way boy]

Ronnie: [god knows where you’re gonna go gal but please don’t OD again like you literally did in Margate no time ago]

Joe: [the headfuckery]

Ronnie: [poor Charlie just like UMMM WTF cos she must look bad even for her rn and we’ve behaved terribly and then literally legged it so]

Joe: [thank god you’re such a natural party go-er so you can make up some excuse to put them all at relative ease but yeah, for sure like excuse me]

Ronnie: [might be fun to do a convo between them when we’re done with this one]

Joe: [I’m down even though I really haven’t used him yet, I’ll give it a go]

Ronnie: [yeah it’s been forever since we did the group chats with them and Bronson and Bea it feels like another life, I can send you the convo we did where she told him she met Joe if you like cos I re-read that the other day and it was pretty good]

Ronnie: [but the real question is who’s gonna break first and start a convo and how long are we leaving it?]

Joe: [please do ‘cos did not realize we’d done that tbh]

Joe: [I could make a case for either of them, him to prove he meant it as he left it last time but her so she can’t automatically be on the ‘it meant nothing’ total defensive hmm]

Joe: [some hours later when the party is over, or could be]

Joe: Charlie was going pub, he’s left here though

Ronnie: [even later because whatever she’s doing she’s messy and can’t reply to the extent that she doesn’t need to because he won’t be expecting her to and yet here we are]

Ronnie: did whitney ask you to pass it on to us cos hes still disappointed like

Joe: couldn’t say

Joe: just letting you know that you’ll have a free gaff for a while longer

Ronnie: where have i chucked the other one for the sake of this free gaff in your mind mckenna

Joe: alright, free rooms better than fuck all

Ronnie: its his emmy oggie i aint there either

Joe: anywhere good?

Ronnie: compared to what

Joe: established it’s no brag compared to tonight

Ronnie: not gonna stop you comparing me & her

Joe: compare to what?

Joe: pleasantries over cocopops

Ronnie: youll be interested in eating her out now youve got what you wanted off me

Ronnie: 9 is easier to carve than an 8 and you wont look like youre trying to copy the infinity sign one of your other exes wouldve got inked on her

Joe: it’s not remotely the fucking same

Joe: if I was arsed about getting my numbers up there’s millions of girls in this city I could hit up before you

Ronnie: yeah youre not related to any of em and theyd have less clue how to shoot up than you do

Joe: even if the related bit was ringing 100% true, you’re the only user in town now?

Joe: you don’t have to pervert it when it already was

Ronnie: youre already romanticising it like a fucking 13 year old so yeah i do cause one of us has to get real

Joe: you reckon I’m so okay with it just because I can admit I wanted it

Joe: who do you reckon you’re lying to like I weren’t there

Ronnie: who do you reckon youre talking to like i didnt fucking leave you there for a reason

Joe: Fuck off

Ronnie: i did

Joe: for someone who reckons they’re so open, you chat so much shit

Ronnie: open to what soft lad infection

Joe: scars and trackmarks on your sleeve

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: you didn’t miss much

Ronnie: no shit you didnt just invite me cause you wanted to fuck me

Ronnie: can do that anywhere

Joe: yeah and you didn’t just wanna come to make Soph cry, like

Ronnie: i owed you

Joe: get it off your to-do list then

Joe: well done

Ronnie: stop crying youll never look as ugly as horse girl doing it or go for as long as her

Joe: you love her, we all 👀

Ronnie: i said shut up

Joe: no, you say something that’s not stupid

Ronnie: what for fucks sake

Ronnie: what did you reckon id say when you started chatting shit like nothing happened

Joe: alright, I don’t know

Joe: it happened, right

Ronnie: you werent hallucinating

Joe: nothing that makes that happen in the bathroom cupboard

Joe: I don’t regret it, I know that

Ronnie: meant to be made up to hear it am i

Joe: nah, probably not

Joe: but you wanted me to talk about it so I am

Ronnie: i wanted you to take the fucking hint when i legged it as soon as

Joe: you could’ve blocked me, so

Joe: pardon me for not taking it that seriously

Ronnie: not your crazy ex & i couldnt deny you your bullshit heroics

Ronnie: mary aint carrying me anywhere and i know how bad you wanna see me turn blue

Joe: you like having a stalker, is what you mean

Ronnie: block me and get your whore flatmate to tell you what she likes about you

Ronnie: weve established i aint got the talent to sing no cunts praises

Joe: we’ve established I’m not interested in that

Ronnie: cause you want me to tell you how smart you are at fucking me instead of beat the shit out of you

Ronnie: it wont last

Joe: familys forever, sis

Ronnie: not to your ma baby

Ronnie: did i look enough like her for you

Joe: what do you reckon

Joe: your theory, not mine

Ronnie: mustve youve still not fucked off

Joe: you’ve got room for another face tat or two

Ronnie: go do that then

Joe: you can leave out the yes sir

Joe: not my fantasy

Ronnie: no shit like youve been my bitch since you hit send on facebook

Joe: 😂

Joe: I’ve been worse

Ronnie: you trying to turn me on or what its a bit late for it

Joe: just the once, alright

Joe: bit cliche but probably for the best considering

Joe: very sensible of you

Ronnie: cliche that my da didnt stick around long enough for his side of the family to properly cut or sew me up so ive gotta regret not getting chance to put a razor blade inside me before you 💔

Ronnie: now youre gonna reckon i care youve said the once ll do when i just hate you & hate how you fuck even more

Joe: Could’ve said it was about as much fun as

Joe: it’s alright

Joe: both confused, clearly

Ronnie: youre not confused youre fucking smug

Joe: hardly another achievement for the fridge door

Joe: what’s to be smug about

Ronnie: probably for the best i dont answer that if thats how you feel

Joe: come on

Joe: aside from proving you were full of shit about not wanting to as well

Ronnie: fuck you

Joe: you don’t want me to say how I really feel

Ronnie: making me cum earlier dont mean you know what i want now

Joe: right, you want me to declare my love so you get more out of telling me to fuck off, that’s more like it

Ronnie: do i fuck

Joe: then what do you want

Ronnie: like you give the slightest shit

Joe: I do too

Ronnie: no you dont

Joe: I fucking do

Joe: [prove it in a way only y’all would, carve her name or something]

Ronnie: [send him your own pics of the bite marks you’re covered in which is a self harming thing you’ve not done since you were a kid because it’s been a headfuck every second since you two met and we’re not coping honey]

Joe: you hungry?

Joe: you didn’t eat fuck all, I mean

Joe: could get something not dubiously prepared by Soph

Ronnie: hungry as you are funny

Joe: I weren’t trying to be

Joe: on the spectrum, or whatever you said

Ronnie: you wish you had the excuse or the musical prodigy status

Joe: 💔 about that genuinely

Joe: just a dickhead

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: I don’t know what to say

Joe: there’s no point saying I’m sorry

Ronnie: no point is right youre not sorry

Joe: nah

Joe: it’d be lovely for you if I’d found you and you were fine

Joe: but like you said, it ain’t about me or her, it’s about loads of shit and you clearly weren’t so

Joe: just seems pointless

Ronnie: im made up you finally got your head round it

Joe: Yeah well, I didn’t tell you I was a good person

Joe: don’t mean I don’t give no fucks, just ‘cos I ain’t trying to save you

Ronnie: you keep telling me you aint like it matters to me who you are

Joe: yeah, it doesn’t in why you’re fucked

Joe: but what do you want from me

Ronnie: its your fucking fault im like this climbing the walls same as when i was a kid

Joe: yeah ‘cos you were doing really great before weren’t ya

Ronnie: all you give a fuck about is letting yourself off the fucking hook

Joe: Blame me then what does it change

Joe: do something about it other than fucking yourself up, I don’t care

Ronnie: stop lying that youre bothered if your only answer to me losing my mind is that i was before

Joe: I can’t help you

Joe: If you thought I could, though why the fuck you would

Joe: then I am sorry

Ronnie: 💔🖕

Joe: I’ve got my own problems

Joe: if I had any solutions, I’d light ‘em up and shoot them into myself first, naturally

Ronnie: youve got a solution i gave it to you

Ronnie: why the fuck would you make me feel something

Joe: Selfishness

Joe: pure and simple

Ronnie: on your way to a grown up habit im dead proud

Joe: what more could I want

Ronnie: that to scab over seeing as youve finally admitted its bullshit

Joe: I still think about you constantly

Joe: I still want to know everything about you

Joe: I’d rot with you

Ronnie: youve got your own problems to think about

Joe: yeah, and that’s hell

Joe: I’ve done plenty of that

Ronnie: yeah and youve got your escape

Joe: take yours

Joe: can have plan bs and cs even if a is the best

Ronnie: youre the kid who tells the rest to jump off a bridge

Ronnie: cute

Joe: you’re implying I wouldn’t and all

Ronnie: i dont give a shit what you do but i aint giving you the satisfaction of being the last fuck i ever had

Ronnie: youd cling to life long enough to write a pathetic song about it

Joe: that’s the nicest thing you’ve said

Joe: which is saying something ‘cos you’re so sweet, like

Ronnie: youre welcome

Joe: I’ll do a Dylan style ballad about all your 👼🏼 deeds

Ronnie: thats the biggest turn off out of everything youve ever said or done

Joe: thank god, you’re insatiable 😏

Ronnie: once you said

Joe: not for my benefit

Ronnie: its all only for your benefit remember

Joe: if that were true you’d still be here

Ronnie: if it was true i could be

Joe: come back

Ronnie: cant ive got a face tat to get done

Joe: I understand

Joe: my art isn’t there yet

Joe: won’t ruin your beauty

Ronnie: go ed and chuck yourself off a bridge you dont have to wait for me to boot your door in & do you in for chatting shit

Joe: well I am already devvo I’m not a prodigy so yeah, add lack of a steady hand to the list of failures

Joe: probably the meds

Joe: you know being poetic is all I do, why have we downgraded it to chatting shit 💔

Ronnie: why are you calling me beautiful when you could write it in your suicide note for your ma theres your downgrade

Joe: you’re too romantic for your own good

Joe: I wouldn’t be writing a note, sorry to dash your illusions

Ronnie: not me saying i get you mckenna thats your delusion

Ronnie: what are you gonna draw on me then

Joe: you do but it’s more fun to take the piss and pretend you don’t so

Joe: That is the question

Joe: won’t brand you, don’t worry

Ronnie: if i dont want it ill cut it out no pressure

Joe: it’s just skin right

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: how olds your oldest scar

Ronnie: older than you

Joe: what did you do

Ronnie: i used to take headbanging literally

Joe: ah, the floor never saw you coming, yeah

Joe: I have a head scar too [cos he either does or did on the stalker show idk but there we go with a photo like she probably knows hun]

Ronnie: [I just imagine her smiling to herself like yeah I know nerd]

Ronnie: cant both be poets had to express myself somehow before i pushed a safety pin through my cheek

Joe: that explains the permanent 😾

Joe: fucked the muscles, like

Ronnie: your shit jokes do

Joe: it was always easier to just start fights to get hurt

Joe: when I was a kid

Joe: though you work out ways to be sneaky fast, if you have to

Ronnie: they didnt wanna fight me

Joe: everyday sexism strikes again

Ronnie: fuck off not cos im a girl

Joe: why then

Ronnie: wouldnt be me getting hurt and if i was i didnt care

Ronnie: all those mental problems you told that call centre cunt about like

Joe: ‘course you were too proud to make it count

Joe: have to let them get some punches in or there was no point, yeah

Ronnie: no point in fitz flouncing in either fun though

Joe: true

Joe: I’ve got a brother and all, I remember what it’s like

Ronnie: scraps never went far enough

Joe: yeah

Joe: most kids aren’t that psycho

Ronnie: 💔

Joe: being misunderstood served me so well for the whole musician thing so whatever, I guess

Ronnie: i mightve bothered keeping some of my bastards about if they were guaranteed nutters thatd serve you well

Joe: you’d get your own room then, like

Joe: even if you had to pack them to the rafters

Ronnie: for a stalker youre dead concerned about my privacy

Joe: nah, ‘course not

Joe: I’d rather have a place to do the gear without the possibility of Soph or Charlie 🥺ing at us obvs, nothing but selfishness

Ronnie: theres loads of places

Joe: you can show me

Ronnie: is she there now she can let me in

Joe: no idea

Joe: their room is near the door, makes sense they’d be your first victims

Ronnie: youre too selfish to get off your arse and do it

Joe: if you’re coming I’ll carry you in myself, you know that

Ronnie: ill be there and youll still be going on about what youre gonna do

Ronnie: no wonder the other kids kept smacking you

Joe: yeah, all mouth me, deffo what I was known for

Joe: not a euphemism and I don’t think they were wishing it was but who knows

Ronnie: you sure you dont want charlie giving you the eye

Ronnie: how it sounds

Joe: I’m alright, tah

Joe: pretty sure he’s over it now I’m enabling you

Ronnie: hes over everything thats not horse girls from kent but reckons the fucking lost causes are us

Joe: He clearly just gives a shit about appearances

Joe: looking nice, polite

Joe: they’ll never speak again, like

Ronnie: forget him

Ronnie: open the door

Joe: [do that boy]

Ronnie: [boop his little head scar as you come in like oh there it is]

Joe: [‘s’not even a good story’ and producing some takeaway moment from the kitchen as you go through ‘cos the dinner party was not heavy on the dinner bit]

Ronnie: [a look like ffs because people caring in any way ew no but we are gonna eat it because probably haven't since that Margate moment]

Joe: [shrugging like bitch I’m hungry as we tuck in, obviously]

Ronnie: [kick him while you've still got your big boots on but playfully not aggressively]

Joe: [😏 but in a more genuine way than that cocky face looks, I am vibing Chinese not that that matters but there we go]

Ronnie: [weirdly I also thought that maybe because it's one of the grossest haha but yeah eat your food lads]

Joe: [greasy greasy goodness, love the subtle shade if any of them come out for a cuppa or whatever like oh hello again lol]

Ronnie: [I hope it's oblivious Marc just living his life]

Joe: [that’d be most amusing, unbothered, casually]

Ronnie: [I just imagine them doing stuff to try and make him notice like when people stack stuff on a sleeping person but idk what you could do in that little kitchen]

Joe: [for sure, just being subtly annoying/weird and he is just like does not compute ‘cos we mind our own business, so childish]

Ronnie: [love that for you two]

Joe: [we stan the regression for you]

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The Chaos Before the Storm

@teresalisbon asked for “a RWRB AU where they didn't have that first kiss but they're still friends and what leaks this time is like a private convo between Henry and pez where he manages to both insult and say he's in love with alex and... it goes from there”, and I hope this is everything you wanted!

If you’re not sold by that, my working title for this was “Alex’s Bi Awakening: Speed-Run Edition”

Just a quick heads up that there is homophobia from Henry’s gran in here, and a reference to using alcohol to cope with that. Stay safe y’all.

There are some moments in history that people say they'll never forget. They'll know exactly where they were when they heard the news, know exactly what they were doing and remember it for the rest of their lives. Alex has always been a bit skeptical of that; high school psych taught them about the formation of memories and how easily they can change, and they looked at studies of people confidently claiming two different stories about where they were on 9/11. But he knows that, for the rest of his existence on planet earth, he will remember this day shot by shot, exactly as it happens.

He's on a couch with Nora and June, watching old episodes of Parks and Rec and trying to relax for once when Zahra slams open the door.

"Alexander Gabriel, what did you do?" There's a laptop in her hand, and she slams it on the coffee table in front of them moments after Alex snatches his coffee. June barely has time to pause the TV before Henry's voice is coming out of the laptop speakers, and Alex feels a familiar warmth spread through him before the dread kicks in. This isn't Press Henry, this is a private version of Henry. It's a Henry that should never, ever, be playing from a major news website, but Zahra is playing it from the Mail's homepage nonetheless.

"He just drives me up the fucking wall. I mean, he’s so impulsive all the time; he doesn’t even stop to consider that maybe not all of us can just flaunt everything we are to the world. Maybe, just maybe, some of us have families who won’t support us, and if he could understand that... he’s just so bloody thick, and I hate it so much sometimes. Beside that, he just... he doesn’t listen, or pick up on things; he’s so... you know how Mark Hamill didn't know that Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford were sleeping together when they were filming A New Hope, so he'd just show up for breakfast to hang out? He's like that. He's so confident and sure of himself, but he misses so many things, and I'm trying so hard, but he... I just don’t understand how he can be so... so much, and so himself all the time, especially when everyone’s watching him. I mean, you can do it, but you... you’re only in the public eye because of me.”

“Careful, Babes. I’m more than just your arm candy and attention sponge.” It's Pez's voice, and that makes it worse somehow. Henry is talking to one of the two people who have always been on his side, and it's available for anyone on the planet to listen to.

“You’re also not the son of the president of a global powerhouse.”

“If he makes you so upset, you could just stop seeing him.”

“This is a ‘mope about being in love with an idiot’ session; I don’t actually want you to tell me things. I can’t stop seeing him and we both know it. I’m... I fell too hard, Pez. It was that blasted day in Rio; I was just trying to get through and then he waltzes in, all sunlight and warmth, and he never stopped being that way. Never even gave me a chance to save myself. He’s just all this love and coziness and sunlight, and I’m just a bloody Icarus, I can’t... I’m going to burn myself up just to be near him.“

“Okay, Mister, I think that’s enough of this.” There’s a rustling sound, and a few feeble protests from Henry before he lapses back into singing Alex’s praises.

"He's just... his hair is so nice, and he doesn't care, and he's... he's not scared. I'm so scared all the time, but he's not. He's tough and brave."

"So are you, Hen." There are more sounds of movement, and the voices start moving away. Pez must have gotten Henry up.

"Not as brave as him. He's... he's just himself in front of everyone."

Zahra closes the laptop, turning to Alex. "It cuts off there. This leaked from Buckingham ten minutes ago; we're not sure how or why it happened. But so help me, if you are seeing the prince of Wales, we need to know yesterday."

"I'm... If I'm what? If I'm... no. No, Henry and I are... we're friends. I'm straight. And maybe sometimes I think about how his hair looks really soft and his lips look nice and he looks good in a suit but that’s, like, objective stuff. And one time he spoke French and I couldn't get my brain to work for like two minutes, but that's just because it's impressive when someone knows multiple languages. And yeah, maybe I haven’t been interested in dating since we started hanging out, but we’ve been busy. And maybe he’s the first person I’ve met in years that I can’t imagine a life without, and sometimes I think about how much I miss him when I can't sleep because one time we shared a hotel bed because we were drunk and it was really, really nice, but that’s just like... friend stuff. I mean, yeah, maybe last time we were at the lake house he had his shirt off and I thought about it for like two weeks after, but — oh my god, am I bi?”

Nora’s buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with laughter. Near the door, Amy’s face sinks into her hand, and June heaves a long-suffering sigh.

“Jesus Christ, Alex. You used to sneak into my room to leave greasy little fingerprints all over a picture of him; how are you so smart and yet still this stupid?”

"But I... if I was... shit, I'm... I'm not seeing him, but maybe I want to? Fuck, Z, how is he?"

“Buckingham’s shut down; they’re not talking to anyone. We’re calling every five minutes, but it’s radio silence.”

“I’ll— can I text him? That should be okay, right?”

“You can try. This... we were planning to issue a statement saying the two of you are just good friends, but maybe you should talk to him first. I’ll... your mom doesn't know yet; she's in a secure meeting, but I'm sure we’ll back your play, Alex.”

“I need... I need to talk to Henry.” Henry who he’s been drawn to for years. Henry who’s seen all his weird gross parts and apparently loves him anyway. Henry who just got outed on a major level. Alex isn’t mentioned by name on the recording; lots of important people were in Rio that day. They could claim it’s not about him, and that could be it, but Henry’s stuck. It is undeniably him, and it is undeniably gay.

So Alex texts him. And when he doesn’t answer, he calls. And when that doesn’t go through, he calls again, then calls Bea. And, god bless her, she answers the phone.

“How is he?”

“Alex, I need—“

“Is Henry okay? I need to talk to him.”

“You and the rest of the bloody world.”

“How is he? Is he... what happened?”

“We think a big came in on a bottle of brandy. Gran is furious; we’re not meant to be speaking to anyone outside until he's... until she’s sent him on a date. She’s trying to get one lined up now. I'm... I'm trying to get one of my friends to go, so at least he'll know the girl, but...”

“How is he?”

“He... he’s not good, Alex. He’s... it’s not been good here. Pez was by but they wouldn’t let him in, but they let bloody Phillip come down. Mum stopped by, but she hasn’t been good for much of anything since Dad died. It... I’m just trying to keep him from getting absolutely sloshed or panicking too much. It's... it's mostly crisis management, if I’m honest.”

“Can I talk to him?”

Bea sighs, then says, “Let me ask him. He’s... I think he’s scared to talk to you, Love.”

“I... I understand. I’m not mad, or... or anything. We just... we need to talk. I... I’ll come there. It’ll take ages, but if it’ll help, I... I’ll come to y’all and talk to him face to face.” Alex looks around to see if anyone is going to tell him that won’t work, but he’s alone except for June, stretched out on the couch and trying not to listen. He's not sure when Zahra and the others left, but he's suddenly glad.

“I’ll... I’ll ask him. Give me a moment.”

There’s a bit of white noise, then Alex can hear Bea quietly asking Henry something. He can’t hear the response, but what he can hear of Henry’s voice breaks his heart. It’s shaky, but beyond that it just sounds flat, defeated. All the life, all the beautiful honest bits that make it Henry’s voice, have gone out of it. Alex can picture him, huddled in a couch corner in one of Buckingham’s impersonal rooms full of dead people’s furniture, and it’s awful. Bea says something else, then she’s back, quietly.

“Now’s... he’s not quite up to it. I’m sorry; it’s... it’s been a long few hours, and he...”

“I get it. I know. Just... I hope he’s okay. Tell him that? That I... I’m on his side, and whatever Catholic is left in me is praying to any saint who might be willing to help us out? And when... when he does feel up to it, if he could call me, I... I’d like that. Thank you, Bea.”

“Of course. I... we’ll be thinking about you, too. And whatever Gran says, I’m not going to let them cut you and Pez out of things. You’re just as much a part of this as anyone.”

“Thank you. I'm... I'm glad he has you to love him and fight for him. You’re a gift, Bea, you really are.”

“So are you, you know. I... if he had to give this much of himself to anyone, I’m glad it was you.”

Alex manages a thank you and a goodbye past the sudden lump in his throat, then hangs up and turns to June.

“Uh, Bug? If... if I fly to England right now to try to sort this out, that’s stupid, right?”

“Supremely. I’ll ask if Amy or Cash are free to go with you, and I’ll see if Zahra can get you a hotel in case they won’t let you into Buckingham. Pack for at least three days, and bring your navy suit, the one you wore when Mom got elected. Pack those X-Wing cufflinks if you feel like they’re lucky, silver tie clip, dark gray tie and shoes in case you're meeting the queen. You’ll want a book for the flight, and I’ll get some snacks from the kitchen, then I’ll... I’ll hold down the fort here. Nora and Mom and I will figure out something to say to distract the press from this for as long as we can. We’ll start fostering a litter of kittens or something; the press loves a cute photo op, and we should raise awareness for shelter pets anyway.”

“You’re the best, Bug, I mean it.”

“Oh, and uh, Nora and I... we got you something. I’ll bring it with the snacks.”

She shoos him into his room to pack, and she's back a few minutes later with a bag of snacks and a little pin. It's a lapel pin with two flags, and for a second, Alex assumes it's got the British and American flags, a final component to his just-in-case-you-meet-the-queen look. But then he looks closely, and it’s an American flag and a bi pride flag. He's surprised to realize he's a little choked up.

“Nora's already started trying to find out where the leak came from, but, uh, we love you a lot, and we wanted you to know that as soon as you wanted to tell us.”

“How long have y’all known?”

“Honestly? I knew something was up when I found those fingerprints on Henry’s picture in that magazine. I... I left my door open and didn't throw it out or move it so you could keep going back and tell me whenever you were ready. Nora knew pretty early too; definitely before you and Liam got together. We got this once you and Nora broke up though. And... and a few more. We got like three different flags so we’d be ready no matter what.”

“Before me and Liam... fuck, did I date Liam? Was that a relationship?”

“Alex, I love you so much and I genuinely think you’re brilliant, but sometimes I wonder if your brain is in your head.”

“But we... shit. Shit; I should call him.”

“And do what, Alex? What in the world would calling him do?”

“I don’t know; I could apologize? Catch up?”

“You’re about to fly across an ocean to get yourself a royal boyfriend. Calling your accidental high school ex to 'catch up' can wait.”

“You’re right. Did... did Mom and Z say I can go?”

“They did. I think Z’s going with you, and so’s Cash. They’re prepping a plane now.”

“Thanks, Bug. You... you’re the best.”

“You have everything you need?”

“I think so? Pajamas, clothes, that suit you said, shoes, chargers and adapters...”

“You bring a book?”

“A couple. And hot Cheetos, because Pez likes those but they don’t have them. And a chocolate orange for Henry, because he likes those, and those weird new Oreos, because tradition. It’s good luck to bring them weird Oreos, and they’re always curious about the weird new flavor, even if half of them are shit.”

“It’s going to be fine. We love you, okay? No matter what happens, we love you.”

“I know. I’m not worried about me, I’m... it’s him I’m worried about. His grandma’s already setting up a fake date for him, and he’s all alone in that big palace full of dead people’s shit. And he... it’s just him and Bea against everyone, and I’m scared. I know I've got you and mom and everyone here on my side, but he's... I just... even if it all goes to shit for us, I want him to be okay.”

“And here I thought he was the Prince Charming of the relationship. Go get him, Alex. We’re rooting for you.” She hugs him, and he hugs her back. She beams at him as she pulls away. "This is so Austen; he’ll love it. Very ‘Tilney-going-after-Catherine’ at the end of Northanger. Send Bea and Pez my love, alright? And tell Henry we're all rooting for him here.”

“Of course.”

She’s got another hug for him, then they’re downstairs, and he’s hugging his mom and Nora and climbing in a car with Zahra and Cash. He calls Bea again from the air, and it sounds like Henry’s the closest to sleep he’s going to get. His date is set for the next day, and Bea knows the details. With that, they start to formulate a plan.

The next day, Alex is at the English Rose Café and Tea Shop at 9:48 AM. He’s in a hat, and he sits at an outdoor table with his back to the street. He gets a double espresso, because it’s been a hell of a last 24 hours. Cash is somewhere being inconspicuous, and Alex isn’t sure where exactly that is, but he can feel the support radiating off him.

At 9:52, Pez walks into the shop and sits down near one of the windows. He waves to Alex, and Alex nods, smiling a bit. Bea arrives at 9:56 and joins Pez. Alex’s leg is bouncing under the table. He doesn’t order another coffee, even if he wants to, because any more energy in his system would almost certainly be a disaster.

At 9:58, a very pretty girl sits down at a table near Alex. She smiles at him, he smiles back. He drops a napkin, they both bend to get it, and he hands her a note. She nods.

At 10:01, Alex sees a car pull up behind them in the reflection in the shop’s big front windows. The person who steps out barely looks like Henry. He moves robotically to sit across from the girl, and when he sits, Alex can see the bloodshot eyes, the shaking hands. He’s trying so hard to play the part he’s supposed to play, but he just looks miserable.

He can barely meet the girl’s eyes. The car leaves, but the photographer it drops off is anything but subtle. The girl pushes her hair back and orders for both of them. Henry just nods. The camera clicks.

Then there’s Cash’s voice, asking for directions in the Spanish he’s picked up from the Diaz family. Alex glances over, and the photographer is distracted.

The girl at Henry’s table excuses herself to go to the bathroom. Alex waits a second, then slides over to sit in front of Henry. For a second, he doesn’t react, so Alex reaches over to take one of the shaking hands in his own. Henry starts.

“Alex? What... you can’t be here. This... you can’t...”

“It’s okay. It’s... we need to talk, but just... I’m... fuck, I thought this would be easier to say. I want... if you want to date I’d be down for that. But also I really like being friends. But also, if you wanted to do more than that, I... I’ve maybe very suddenly realized I’ve had a crush on you since I was twelve. I can see Bea’s friend coming, but this is the address for the hotel where I’m staying. She’s going to suggest a walk after this, and if... if you want to talk, I’ll be there. I’m in your corner no matter what, though. Nora and June and everyone back home is, too. You’re the bravest person I know, and I love you.”

Alex is back in his seat before Henry has time to respond, leaving the hotel’s business card on the table. Bea’s friend comes to sit across from Henry, Cash breaks off his conversation with the photographer, and Alex pays for his coffee inside. He stops at Bea and Pez’s table to fill them in, then goes back to his hotel.

He gets there at 10:14. Cash appears by his side at 10:15. Zahra is down from her room at 10:28 to let them know that Buckingham’s official plan is to publish the pictures of the date and act like nothing incriminating was leaked.

At 10:33, Henry and Bea’s friend round the corner. She has an arm around his waist, but it looks more like she’s supporting him than anything else. She asks him something, and he nods. She starts toward them, waving a bit, and Alex is moving almost before he’s aware of it. He meets them half a block from the hotel, wrapping an arm around Henry, too. Bea’s friend shoots him a little smile. Henry is shaking like a leaf, but he gets an arm over Alex’s shoulder nonetheless.

At the hotel, they say goodbye to Bea’s friend, and Alex leads the way to the elevator. He can feel his heart racing, but he’s doing everything he can to stay calm. This isn’t his moment to panic.

The minute the hotel door closes behind them, Alex hugs Henry with everything in him. He can feel the tension in Henry’s body, and he’s been seeing the exhaustion all day, and he wants nothing more than to get rid of all of it. He wants to squeeze the sadness and the anxiety and all the bad things out. But Henry’s still shaking, and he doesn’t move to hug Alex back. After a minute, Alex pulls away and Henry says, “I... I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t... I didn’t... I...”

“Hen? It’s okay. Let’s... let’s sit down.” He has no idea if this is the right thing to do, but he sits on the couch, pulling Henry down with him.

“I’m sorry. I... that shouldn’t... this shouldn’t have happened. None of this should have happened, and you never should have gotten pulled into this, and you have every right to be mad and never speak to me again and I... I’m sorry.”

“What? I’m... I'm not mad. Don’t apologize. I... I’m... I think maybe I have a crush on you, too. It... no, I don’t think. I know I have a thing for you. Sorry; it’s... with time zones and everything, I think it’s been just a little over a day since I realized I was bi, so it’s... it’s an adjustment.”

Henry lets out a bit of a laugh at that, and though it’s miles from what his laugh should be, it’s better than the panic or tears. It's miles better than the numbness he's seen all day.

“That doesn’t change things, though. I mean, I’m into you, but me being bi doesn’t change anything. This whole thing doesn’t have to change anything; if you want to we can just... we can ignore it and go back to being friends.”

Henry shakes his head, and Alex feels a bit of a thrill. “I... I don’t... no. Don’t ignore it. I... if you want to, it... I don’t know if I can, or if I’ll be allowed, but I want... I want to try. With you.”

“Me, too. I really, really want to try with you.”

Henry sniffles a bit, and Alex wraps him in another hug. He buries his face in Alex’s shoulder, and Alex realizes he’s mostly stopped shaking.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay, I promise. I’ll make sure.”

“Sorry. I... I might need you to tell me all this again later; I'll think I made it up. I... I’m... I’m a little drunk. I can’t do it sober.”

“Can’t do what?”

“These... these dates. I can’t do them sober anymore, and Bea tried to help today, but she left earlier than me and it...” He trails off with a miserable hiccup.

“Oh, Hen. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry they’re doing this to you; it’s not right. It’s... I’m going to fight your grandma and bring you home with me. And then my family are going to love you to pieces, like they already do, and things will be okay.”

Henry lets out a watery laugh as Alex’s phone buzzes. It’s Bea, so he pets Henry’s hair (which is exactly as soft as he used to imagine) and answers, filling her in and letting her know it’s okay to come up. So she and Pez do, and by the time they’re there, Henry is snoring softly with his face in Alex’s shoulder. Bea just smiles and tells them that Henry hasn’t slept since the leak yesterday morning as she drapes a blanket over him. Pez digs through Alex’s bag to unearth a packet of root beer float Oreos, and he and Bea settle around the coffee table to try them.

They facetime the White House to fill everyone in, and though Alex knows they’ve got a fight coming, he’s strangely calm. Henry is safe, and whatever comes next, they have each other and a family to walk through it with.

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Notes:

Fun fact; Mark Hamill was "too busy being young and pretty" to notice that Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford were sleeping together/ that he was aggressively cockblocking them on at least one occasion. What an icon. Also, re: June's Northanger reference, Tilney is the Rich Bachelor of the book. His father thinks that Catherine, the hero, isn't good enough for their family and makes her leave their house in a really disgusting show of rudeness and spite. Tilney chases her down and proposes to her anyway, and it's way more romantic and self-sacrificing than anything Fitzwilliam ever did imo. - After this fic, I like to think that Alex, Zahra, and Cash took Henry straight to the airport and back to DC, where he cuddled with the litter of kittens June and Nora picked up and Bea and Pez fought the queen for a while so he could have a break.

#rwrb fic #rwrb #red white and royal blue #red white and royal blue fic #red white and royal au #henry fox mountchristen windsor x alex claremont diaz #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #bea fox mountchristen windsor #nora holleran #pez okonjo #june claremont diaz

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Cats and Dots || Dot & Luce

LOCATION: Ink Inc.

TIME: Before Bea’s Death

@divineluce

Clicking on her “Bad Ass Bitches” playlist on Spotify, Luce set to work on fixing the absolute shitshow that was Dot’s tattoo. Not only was the placement bad, it looked like a drunk toddler had decided to go to town with a machine. Which is why she was more than happy to be working on it. Nothing was more interesting than fixing a bad tattoo and turning it into something worth showing off. “How the fuck did you wind up with this hot mess? And, you can’t fucking smack me for saying that because I’ll make it worse.” She grinned as she dipped the needles into ink and set to work, bobbing her head along to the beat of the pounding bassline. “Like, love is love, but christ.” She gestured to the god awful rainbow plastered on her hip. “The lines on this are hot garbage.”

The rainbow tattoo had been something Dot got in a frat house in her junior year of college. Her friend had ordered a tattoo gun off the internet and the ink had been sourced from somewhere she had no desire to examine. She didn’t regret the tattoo, it was a funny fucking story and she liked being a dumbass with a rainbow tattoo... But if she was going to make sure everyone going down on her knew she was pretty fucking gay, she wanted it to a nice rainbow. “I got it done by a coked-out frat named Braydon.” She had almost considered eating him afterward, but her colony would have been pissed. She wished she had done it. “I probably could have done it better myself, but it was kinda fun watching him struggle. Hope you know how to make it look less like an idiot did it. I don’t need people to focus on the rainbow when my snatch is out.”

Stories like this weren’t super surprising, especially not when it came to shit tattoos. Luce nodded as she filled in the stencil, a black cat whose body covered the majority of the rainbow. What bits it didn’t, she was planning on incorporating into a rainbow collar around its neck. And besides, even without the collar, it was still gonna be pretty gay. “You know, that doesn’t fucking surprise me in the slightest. Braydon,” She wiped away the excess ink, “Had awful goddamn hands. And, trust me. This is gonna be dope.” Luce grinned, “Definitely a pussy out kind of look.” She laughed. Given the fact she usually tattooed straight, toxic masculinity dudes all the time, it was a goddamn delight to be tattooing someone who wasn’t. And, Dot was cool enough. She was dating Blanche, which honestly sounded like a match made in chaotic heaven.

Listen, Dot didn’t love cats, but she would get one tattooed on her for a pussy joke. Most of her tattoos were jokes anyway. She knew plenty of people thought tattoos had to have meaning but she thought they just had to have a fun story and be cool to look at. “Oh trust me, I know Braydon’s hands were terrible. He’s one of those boys who think the clit is a suggestion instead of required.” She had slept with him a few days later simply because she had been bored out of her mind. “Can’t wait for the summer when I can show it off when I’m at the beach,” She cackled imagining the horrified faces of suburban mothers as they covered their kiddie’s eyes. She liked Luce and if she wasn’t with Blanche, she would have considered trying to smash, but for once Dot didn’t have the desire to cheat. “You got anything fucking weird tattooed on you?”

Letting out a low whistle, Luce shook her head. “Sounds about right. Boys are the fucking worst.” She said, remembering her ill-fated attempts at dating boys in high school. For the most part, they’d been boring and dumb and not terrible to hang out with. But, Jared, he was a fucking time. “Sounds like the dude I slept with back in the day. But, I gotta say, hats off to Jared. He did in fact, turn me gay.” She joked. That had been a hilarious thing for him to realize, when they ran into each other at a house party the year after they graduated. Specifically, when he found her fucking a girl on the side of his house. “Oh, it’ll be a look. And a damn good one at that.” She said as she finished up the tail of the cat. At Dot’s question, Luce laughed and nodded. “Of course I do. This is a good one,” She said and backed up to show Dot one of the tattoos on her ankle. At first glance, it was a normal anchor tattoo with a scroll script around it, the cliche every college girl got. But, the scroll read ‘Fuck your Anchor.’ “A tribute to all the stupid anchor tattoos I have to do.”

“Men are good for two things, paying us and looking pretty,” Dot said with a grin. There was a third, very important thing they were also good for, but she doubted that Luce shared her passion for sinking her fingers in the chests of frat boys and eating their hearts. “Speaking for the community, I thank Jared for his contribution. We’re glad to have such a hot gay with us.” Was she flirting? Yeah, but Dot didn’t think it was terrible to do so. It was a joke after all. She craned her neck a bit to see the progress and grinned, honestly, it looked fucking sick already. She couldn’t wait to show Blanche… And literally anyone else who was willing to look at it. She let out a cackle as she took in Luce’s tattoo. “Wow, what an icon. I hope you make sure everyone sees it when they ask for an anchor tattoo. You get a lot of those stupid mom heart ones?”

“You can say that again.” Luce laughed, thinking back to the random venmo that she’d gotten from Adam. As much of a big dumb frat boy he seemed, the dude was half-way decent. When he wasn’t talking about his crotch goblins or giving her stupid nicknames. That said, Dickcleaver Vural had a nice ring to it. “You’ve got that right. I am, in fact, a gift to the ladies and they-dies of White Crest.” Luce chuckled to herself as she filled in the body of the cat. Was she aware of the tone behind Dot’s words? Yeah, which is why she dug in just a little deeper with her needle. Not enough to blow out the ink, but just enough to remind Dot that she was, in fact, tattooing her. Besides, Luce was a lot of things, but she wasn’t the other woman type. “You know it. Oh, I’d be fucked if I did. Ulf would have my head on a spike if I went flashing that around.” She remarked as she looked at her handiwork. “Nah, most dudes have figured out those are out of style.”

Adam’s venmo had sent Dot into a cackling session that lasted for several minutes. She hadn’t expected anyone to actually send her money, but when she got the notification on her phone, Adam had gained a few brownie points. She gave Luce a mock salute,“Thank you for your service. You should be given a medal of honor.” Her eyes narrowed as the needle dug in deeper, sending a glare Luce’s way. She was pretty sure the tattoo artist was too practiced at this point to change pressure like that. Guess flirting, even jokingly, wasn’t allowed with Luce. “If Ulf doesn’t see it happen, what’s the harm? Some people wouldn’t even read it, I bet.” Even if they did read it, Dot was pretty sure some people would just get it anyway. She laughed,“That’s tragic. I love when I see them, it’s just so funny. Teasing guys about it is so fun.”

“Every lesbian who ever slept with a man should, honestly. Gold star lesbians, my ass. Give me a gold star for having to suffer through forty seconds of super sexy thrusting.” Luce grumbled as she wiped away the last of the excess black ink. Popping over the rainbow array of ink, she dipped her needles in to color after color, filling in the rainbow pattern on the cat’s collar. “The harm is when all the piss babies storm out or write bad Yelp reviews. I’m in customer service,” She pasted a fake smile on her face before rolling her eyes, “I gotta service the customer.” Arching an eyebrow at Dot’s words, Luce couldn’t resist the urge to snicker. “Well, I can tell you this, you can and should make fun of anyone who’s got a terrible tribal. God, 90’s and 2000’s tattooing was the worst.”

“Wow, he lasted a full forty seconds? You had a marathon runner. Most boys out there are one thrust wonders.” Dot loved moments like this where she just got to make fun of men as brutally as she wanted. So many people got uncomfortable when she talked about boys and her sexual experiences with them. “I’ll write you a five star Yelp after this. I’ll even include that I reccomend the lesbian artist.” It wouldn’t be the first time she wrote a long review just to praise a friend. She was great at acting like a Karen and if she used her real name, everyone thought she was seventy anyway. “I should make them tip me extra for making me witness their bad tattoos. At least my bad tattoos are covered up or I’m getting them fixed.”

“I was truly #blessed.” Luce said in a mocking voice, as she shut off her machine. “What got me was the fact he had the balls to ask, ‘was it good for you’? That was when I straight up told him I was pretty sure I preferred girls. Whoops.” She said as she wiped off the last of the ink and gestured for Dot to take a look at the tattoo in the mirror she had on the wall. “You better mention me, otherwise people will come in thinking it was Rory who did this sick pussy tat. God knows how the girls would react to that.” She snorted, amused at the other artist’s struggles with the fairer sex. “Honestly, they really should. And hey, you’re getting there.” She said as she tossed her gloves in the trash and began to clean up her station. “When are we gonna fix that jank ass dolphin tattoo of yours, huh?”

“‘Was it good for you?’ Well, bud, if I’m getting up to leave then I’m pretty sure it wasn’t good for me. Boys are fucking stupid,” Dot laughed. This is part of the reason she ate human boys, they were just so annoying. She stood, looking into the mirror with an almost feral grin. “This is fucking awesome.” Turning back to Luce she let out another half laugh,“Yeah I’ll make sure I tell them it was you. Try not to hit on all the hot ones I send your way.” Dot took out her phone to take a photo to send Blanche and a few of her old college buddies. Snorting, she shook her head,“The dolphin is staying as messed up as it is. It’s a Dot classic at this point.”

“Right? You’d think me grabbing my shorts and booking it out the door would have been a dead give away.” Luce said with a laugh as she grabbed the aftercare instructions pamphlet and stuffed it into a baggy with a little Ink Inc. sticker, some candy, and a few packets of Aquaphor. “I’m glad you like it.” She said as she held out the grab bag. “And, no promises on that.” Luce winked and shook her head as they walked out to the register. Setting the station up for her, Luce shook her head with a disappointed snap of her fingers. “Damn, and here I thought I might have a chance at getting you to rethink that. But, hey. You win some, you lose some.” As she leaned against the front desk, Luce glanced up at the clock. Dot was a dope lady, if chaotic. And, coming from her? That meant she was pretty much chaos incarnate. But, she was good company for a drink. “You wanna grab a drink? Celebrate your new art?”

#cats and dots #chat log: luce

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hrhduchessoflancaster · 4 years

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Chapter Ninety-Two: Joy to the World

Disclaimer: see Prologue

A/N: Thank you all for reading! From now on until the end of the story, there will be a series of time jumps.

xx Bea

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One year later

A year after the great divide that had almost broken down the family, Harry and Elle had settled into their new roles as future Prince and Princess of Wales. She had finally finished her work and published a book about her research on medieval history. Harry had left the Army with honours and a grand party at the Barracks, curtesy of his commanding officer, Colonel Nathaniel Craig. Meanwhile, they had began attending more and more engagements with Her Majesty such as the annual luncheon and garden party at Buckingham Palace, Harry had began to take part in and later give investitures in her name, Elle had represented the Queen in a few events related to her patronages and at Armed Forces events when Elizabeth couldn't attend.

In the year and a half they had to adjust and fit in their own agendas with their new commitments, Elle and Harry had also taken the time to make amends with William and Charles. Every so often they would travel to Norfolk, specially on weekends to see the Cambridges. Arthur was particularly fond of his cousin Charlotte and looked up to George in all things. It was very sweet the way they interacted with one another, which lead to Harry and Elle having a conversation about having another addition to the family.

" I think it's time.", he had said to her one evening, after they had Arthur to bed. She paused for a moment and looked at him, seeing no mark of joke on his face.

" Yes... I think so too.", she replied with a smile from the corner of her lips. " In fact, I've been thinking about it for a while now.", she continued.

" Oh really?", Harry asked her, encircling her waist with his arms and smirking. She simply nodded her head and pulled him by the neck, joining their lips in a passionate kiss.

" I believe that was an invitation to start trying for a sibling to Arthur...", pondered Harry mumbling in between as Elle began tracing her lips down his neck, murmuring an agreement.

" Oh that is most definitely an invitation.", he said picking her up and racing with her in his arms to the library, which was the closest room from where they were. Needless to say they've been very active in that department as well.

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June 2019

It had been decided earlier that year that due to their new status, they'd both receive further honours from the Queen. Harry was to become a Royal Knight Companion of the Order of the Garter while Elle would receive the Royal Family Order of Queen Elizabeth II and would become a Dame Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order. Titles and honours the both William and Catherine had received as next in line. Elle's investiture would be a private affair set for the summer, while they were staying with the family in Balmoral. Harry's on the other hand would start in about two hours, as they prepared for the Order's parade at St. George's Castle.

They had been staying at Windsor with the rest of the family for the past couple of days, enjoying the break from their busy schedules. Dressed in a pale blue dress with a matching fascinator, Elle sat on the bed with Arthur on her lap and watched Harry get dressed in his navy blue suit while she bounced their son on her lap.

" Papa is looking so dashing, isn't he?", she said to the toddler. The child grinned and clapped his hands saying Yes, Dada! Yes, Dada! as his parents chuckled. As always, Harry was struggling with his tie so he turned his head to face Elle with a distressed look on his face. Sighing and shaking her head, she put Arthur on the floor -- who immediately began walking towards his toys on the other side of the room -- and walked closer tot her husband. Taking the messy strip of fabric in her hands she skilfully began tying it around his neck.

" When are you gonna learn to properly tie it, Major?", she asked him, shaking her head once again. He smirked at her and pecked her nose.

" Why bother when you're always here to do it for me?", he replied smugly. She playfully hit his arm and pecked his cheek.

" There. All done.", she said stepping away from him and looking at him all dressed up. She was about to comment on his look when someone knocked on the door.

" Excuse me, Your Royal Highnesses, but it's time.", said the officer. They thanked him and with one final check on their looks, Elle picked Arthur on her lap and they descended the stairs making their way to the Throne Room. Some of the family was already inside, a few fellow Knights and Ladies. Harry stayed behind waiting for his grand entrance while Elle was to take her place among the other. She stepped closer to him and kissed his lips quickly.

" For luck.", she whispered to him as she walked towards the entrance of the room. He watched from the anteroom as she greeted a few people and sat down with Arthur in her arms close to William and Catherine. Breathing in and out, Harry shook off the nerves that were beginning to hit him and prepared to be called. As he was the only new knight being invested, he walked alone down the lined corridor of chairs towards the throne where his grandmother and grandfather sat. Harry then kneeled down, with his left foot forward. The Queen stood up and with Charles and Andrew's help, fastened the garter just below his knee, while the chancellor of the order read:

To the Honour of God Omnipotent, and in Memorial of the blessed Martyr St. George, tie about thy leg, for thy renown, this Most Noble Garter; wear it as the symbol of the Most Illustrious Order never to be forgotten or laid aside, that hereby thou mayest be admonished to be courageous, and having undertaken a just war, into which thou shalt be engaged, thou mayest stand firm, valiantly fight, courageously and successfully conquer.

Then, they placed the riband -- the famous blue sash with St. George's insignia on it -- was placed around his body, as well as the collar followed by the dark blue mantle on his shoulder and gave him the hat he was to wear during the procession.

" Wear this Riband, adorned with the Image of the blessed Martyr and Soldier of Christ, St. George; by whose imitation provoked, thou mayest so overpass both prosperous and adverse encounters, that having stoutly vanquished thy enemies, both of body and soul, thou mayest not only receive the praise of this transient combat, but be crowned with the Palm of eternal Victory.", said the Queen, smiling softly at him.

" Thank you, your Majesty. I pledge to loyally to keep and observe the statutes of the said Order as far as within my loyal ability I am able.", said Harry. And with that, the ceremony was over. He kissed his grandmother on the cheek and bowed to her, which was followed by the applause from his fellow companions.

Later that day, after the parade was done and most people had retired, Elle and Harry sat quietly together in each other's arms in a cosy Drawing Room. It suddenly dawned on her where they were and she chuckled.

" What's so funny?", he asked her. Turning her head to face him she smirked.

" Do you not realised where we are?", she asked him. Harry looked quizzically at her and thought for a moment, shaking his head.

“ Well... let me refresh your memory then...", she whispered in his ear, taking off his jacket and untying the knot on his tie, discarding them on the floor, as she trailed kisses down his throat. Breathing heavily, Harry closed his eyes as she continued to kiss and occasionally lick down his body, opening each button on his shirt in painfully slow motions.

" Is it working?", she whispered to him and he mumbled a "not yet" which made her giggle. Elle suddenly stopped and straddled his legs, looking directly in his eyes.

" I want you now.", she said. Harry's eyes widened and realisation washed down his face. She bit her bottom lip and smirked at him. It took him a quarter of a second to attack her lips and peel off the clothes from her skin, ravishing her body as she did the same to him. They knew they could be caught at any moment but if they didn't care then, they certainly wouldn't care now. Breathing unevenly and hard, she came began moving back and forth on his lap, as he groaned in sweet pleasure.

" Oh damn it all!”, he mumbled, turning their bodies on the sofa, now on top of Elle.

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July 2019

At Balmoral Castle, in the presence of her parents, aunt, uncle and cousins, as well as her closest members of the Royal Family all dressed in their uniforms and regalias, Elle was appointed a Dame Grand Cross of the Victorian Order. She had never before experienced herself something this grand yet intimate. But as she walked then kneeled before the Queen it all became very real. Much like on Harry's investiture, she was given a riband, a blue and red sash worn from the right shoulder to the left hip, and insignia of the order and a mantle of royal blue and red.

There was no oath but she thanked and curtsied to Her Majesty when she was given all the insignias. She was embraced and kissed by all as they were directed to a grand meal sans all of the order, of course. Looking around the table, Elle smiled inwardly as she watched them laughing and talking to each other in a way she hadn't seen in a while. And it warmed her heart to see that in the year that went by they had successfully healed their major wounds and reattached their strings, even though what has happened would never truly be forgotten.

After lunch, hand in hand, the couple took a walk along the garden and stopped at the familiar and special greenhouse. Smiling, they entered the place and smelled the sweet aroma of the flowers and herbs kept in there.

" I remember every single thing about that night, you know?", said Elle. " The way that you fidgeted nervously, the way you smiled at me, how your hand was always in search of mine, how you made my heart jump and took my breath away with every single surprise you pull off... how the lights reflected in your eyes, how handsome you looked... all those tiny little things are forever imprinted in my brain.", she continued. Harry smiled lovingly at her running his hands on her arms and then over her barely showing stomach. She smiled at the action and put her hands above his.

" We'll have to tell people soon.", said Elle.

" Yes, but not just yet. At the end of summer.", said Harry.

" At the end of summer.", she agreed, nodding her head.

And so they did. After telling their families and friends, the official announcement was made on all social media accounts and polls soon started regarding the date of birth, sex and name of the child. The best reaction they got was when they told their son about him becoming a big brother. The toddler put his hands on his mother’s lower belly and gently tapped a few times, put his ear on it and even gave it a kiss.

“ Baby”, he said repeatedly. “ Boder? Sista?”, he asked his parents.

As with Arthur, they didn’t want to know if nugget was a boy or a girl, so all they could say to their eldest was “sibling”. Elle and Harry had already been to several appointments with Georgiana in the past weeks and all was well with their second child. As with Arthur, they didn’t want to know if nugget was a boy or a girl.

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December 2019

Her second pregnancy was very different from her first. She felt incredibly more tired and swollen this time around and her child was very very active; always kicking and moving. Sleeping had been a challenge. Staying on her feet even more so. So much so that Elle had to cut short her engagements and start her maternity leave at her thirtieth week. Arthur, ever the attentive child, was happy to help his parents decorate and arrange new and old things for his sibling. He was kind enough to select a few of his toys and clothes to give to the baby, which Elle and Harry thought it was very amusing. As her belly grew, Arthur’s questions increased. Once he learned that the baby could hear him, he spontaneously began siting close from his mother and place his tiny hands on her middle and would tell the baby all about his day, his toys, Sir Lancelot and all of his family. It often brought tears to Elle’s eyes and were the object of many pictures taken by Harry.

As his wife began her last weeks before labour, Harry wanted to make sure all was in perfect order this time around for the baby’s delivery. With Helen’s help once again, they had been practicing their breathing and meditation and had set a peaceful schedule to help with Elle’s stress and constant tiredness. They also prepared themselves to be in London on the week of the baby’s birth, which gave them enough time to enjoy Christmas with the family at Sandringham.

The couple was extremely excited to show Arthur all around the estate, since now he could walk around properly and play with his older cousins. Christmastime was indeed a time to celebrate. And in their case even more so as new life was coming into the family and Prince Philip, who had been ill on the last couple of months was recovered, which had been a great relief to all.

Their arrival in Norfolk on the morning of the 23rd was filled with much joy and warmth from all of the family. They all — including Sir Lancelot — had taken the train to Sandringham, which had been Arthur’s first time on a train ride. He absolutely loved it and had his little face glued on the window the whole time. This time they were joined by Leo and Ingrid on their way but made sure the RPO’s would return home for the holiday since they’d be staying in Sandringham until Boxing Day, when they’d travel to Wiltshire to see Elle’s parents.

“ Happy Christmas! Come in! Come in! Let’s get you all warmed up.”, said Sophie, pulling them into the house and taking Arthur from Harry’s arms. Ingrid and Alfred were king enough to help with their bags into the manor.

“ Happy Christmas, aunt Sophie. How are you?”, Harry said.

“ I’m very well. We all are. And how are you all?”, asked Sophie.

“ We’ve been good! Arthur in particularly is very excited about Christmas… and his baby sibling.”, said Elle chuckling.

“And how’s the little one?”, asked Sophie as they put away their coats and bags.

“ The baby had been oddly quiet today. Barely any kicks at all.”, said Elle, running her hands lovingly on her belly.

“ Probably due to lack of space in there. Both Louise and James where very active up until the last couple of days before the delivery. Then they grew quiet. It was like they knew the time was coming.”, said Sophie.

“ You’re probably right.”, replied Elle smiling.

“ Come, they’re all in the living room.”, the older woman said, guiding them through doors and corridors. As they entered, cheers and greeting were heard from everyone, since they were the last to arrive. After and array of kisses, hugs and playful jokes, they settled together in the spacious room, telling stories, watching telly, playing with the children — who demanded all their attention — and talking about their lives. Christmas at Sandringham had the effect of making everybody cheerful and somewhat, normal.

“ Now that we are all here, let’s give this festive tree its final decorations.”, said Elizabeth. And so, as per tradition, the family gathered around the colourful display and placed their individual bobbles.

“ Next year, we’ll have a new bobble on that tree.”, said Harry. Elle smiled at him and watched at hers, his and Arthur’s names inscribed on the bobbles sparkled with the lights. Soon, baby nugget. Soon., she thought to herself, caressing her belly.

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On the early evening, Elle was soaking in the hot bathtub, relaxing her worn out body as everyone prepared for dinner. She was so warm and cosy that she had no intention of leaving that tub until it was absolutely necessary for her to move. She could hear Harry and Arthur playing on their room, their laughter carrying on to the bathroom.

“ In no time you too will be playing with your papa and older brother, Nugget.”, she said, hands on top of her belly. In response, she felt a sharp kick and pain.

“ Wow there, little one. No need to be aggressive with your mama. I know you’re excited but calm down for a little, will you?”, she said jokingly. Then she felt it again. Another wave of pain. Breathing through it, she sat down on the tub. That’s when it hit her. Oh no… not again., she thought.

“ Harry!”, she shouted. “ Can you come here for a second, love?”, she asked, trying to remain calm. She didn’t want to scare him or Arthur. Elle heard the step getting closer and soon Harry’s head was peeking from the door, a smirk on his lips.

“ Yes, my love?”, he asked. She gave him her best smiled which was soon replaced by a frown of pain and discomfort. Worried, he rushed to her side, kneeling on the floor.

“ What is it? What wrong? Elle, talk to me.”, he urged her, caressing her hair. She kept on breathing in and out until she calmed down a little.

“ Don’t panic, but I think the baby is coming.”, she said and his eyes widened.

“ Text Georgiana and Helen. Get Sophie and Catherine, take Arthur to Zara. Quickly.”, she instructed him. Harry barely acknowledging her, hushed through the door leaving it open. Elle could see him picking Arthur up and hurrying through the door. A few moments and another contraction later, Sophie and Catherine were at her bathroom door, followed by Harry, who was on the phone with Georgiana.

“ Harry said it’s the baby.”, said Catherine.

“ Yes, I think it might be coming. And quickly. My contractions are not that far apart…”, she said. She then felt her water breaking and panic took over.

“ Oh gosh…”, she said.

“ What’s wrong?”, urged Sophie.

“My water just broke.”, she replied.

“ Quickly, let’s get her in the bed.”, advised Sophie. Harry promptly picked her the top half of her body and helped her stand as the woman helped her into a fluffy robe. Another contraction hit her and she almost fell down.

“ I can hold on much longer…”, she said, as they helped her into the bed. Catherine and Sophie had pulled out the sheets as Harry held her.

“ We need to call a doctor or an ambulance.”, said Catherine.

“ Her doctor is on the way. I got Hector to fly Georgiana over. She’ll be here in a half an hour.”, said Harry. Elle nodded her head and practised her breathing with him holding on her hand.

“ We should let everyone know.”, said Elle and Harry nodded his head.

“ Kate, could you tell everyone downstairs. I’ll call Elle’s parents.”, he said to his sister in law, who nodded her head and smiled before leaving the room.

“ Eleanor, dear. Do you need anything?”, asked Sophie, maternally.

“ I’d like some water, please.”, said Elle and Sophie too rushed out of the room.

Over the course of the next half an hour, the families were told and excitement filled the manor. A doctor was called from the nearest hospital to check on Elle and the baby while they waited Dr. Yates, who arrived just in time. Helen wouldn’t be able to be with them but was on speaker with Elle.

“ Oh thank goodness you’re here!”, exclaimed Elle seeing Georgiana. The older woman smiled and talked briefly with the doctor who had been attending her. The man was soon dismissed from the room, wishing a good delivery to the royal duchess. They were left alone; just the three of them — plus Helen on the phone and an assistant nurse — as Elle had wanted. Georgiana scrubbed up as best as it was possible and walked over to Elle.

“ Let’s see how things are going, shall we?”, said Georgiana. Elle felt another sharp contraction hitting her.

“ I want to push”, said Elle, breathing deeply.

“ Yes, I can see things are speeding up very quickly this time. Lara, help me put the protective bedding around here.”, said Georgiana to the assistant nurse. They moved quickly and efficiently around them. Soon it looked similar like a bed in a hospital, much cleaner than te bedsheets she had been previously on.

“ Alright, you know the drill, as soon as the next contraction come you start pushing okay, Elle?”, said Georgiana and Elle nodded, holding tightly to Harry’s hand. She pushed as much as she could. For the next hour she kept on pushing and pushing.

“ The head is out. Just a little more, Eleanor. You can do this!”, said Georgiana. Focusing on her breathing and rhythm, Elle pushed again and felt a the pressure leaving her, meaning that this time the push had done its job. Cries were heard and she knew her child was safely into the world. She looked up to see Harry’s tear stained face, a huge smile plastered on his lips.

“ What do we have, Georgiana?”, asked Harry.

“ Another healthy boy, sir!”, said Georgiana. Elle and Harry laughed and grinned.

“ Another son?”, she asked him in disbelief. He nodded his head and kissed her sweaty temple. Harry then cut the cord as he did with Arthur making the doctor smiled, as she and the nurse checked on the baby and performed the first assessments. He helped her sit up on the bed and drink a few gulps of water, as he gently patted down her forehead from all the sweat.

“ You did wonderfully, my love. Wonderfully.”, he said to her. “ I’m so so proud of you.”, he continued placing kisses on her temple and forehead.

“ I’m so glad he’s here.”, said Elle, sighing. The parents smiled as the nurse brought their youngest son to them, placing the wrapped newborn on her mother’s arms.

“ Hi little one…”, she whispered, kissing his chubby cheek, caressing him as Harry ran the tip of his fingers on his head.

“ He’s a perfectly normal baby if only a bit early. He weights 3.8 kilograms and measures 51 centimetres. Quite a heavy little thing!”, joked the nurse.

“ We’ll leave you be for a moment. But we’ll need to take him to the hospital tomorrow for a proper evaluation.”, said Georgiana.

“ Thank you Georgiana. And Lara.”, said Elle. As soon as they left the room, the trio fell silent, enjoying each other’s company.

“ He’s got blond hair…”, noticed Harry.

“ Like you had when you were a child.”, commented Elle, smiling at her husband. The child was snuggled into his mother arms, quietly dreaming and enjoying the heat and care he was receiving.

“ Here… hold him.”, she said, passing the infant to Harry’s arms. He held his son carefully and gently, cradling him close to his body. The baby stirred a little but settled soon after on his father’s arms.

“ Hello my son. Welcome. We’re so happy to have you here. You’re so loved. Your mama and I love you so much. Your older brother Arthur doesn’t know you yet, but he already loves you too. We all do. Blessed child.”, he said, kissing his son’s head. Elle smiled and held back tears watching the interaction between father and son.

“ He’s our Christmas present.”, said Elle and Harry nodded his head in agreement. A few moments later, Georgiana and the nurse got back in to check on them both.

“ You should tell everyone.”, said Elle to Harry.

“ Do I have to?”, joked Harry, making her chuckled.

“ Yes, my darling. You do. And take your time. I want to get cleaned before you come back. ”, she replied. Sighing, he gently placed the baby on his mother’s arms once again and with one final kiss on both, he exited the room and rushed down the stairs. Downstairs, the family had eaten in silence, waiting for news. As the loud steps approached all turned towards the door.

“ We have another son!”, exclaimed Harry, beaming. Cheers and joyous words filled the room as he was hugged and patted on the back by his family members.

“ How are they?”, asked Elizabeth.

“ Very well, Granny. Elle was splendid and the baby is perfectly healthy. Chubby cheeks and a spot of blond hair.”, said Harry.

“ Much like you were as a newborn.”, commented Charles.

“ How are you feeling, Harry? Now that you are a father of two?”, asked William.

“ Honestly? Over the moon. Worried but extremely happy.”, replied Harry, making Charles and Philip chuckle.

“ Ahh now you’ll see how much fun it is to have two boys running around the house. I’d know!”, commented Charles.

“ Speaking of which, where’s Arthur?”, Harry asked.

“ He’s playing with the children in their room with nanny Maria.”, replied Catherine. Harry nodded his head.

“ We are very happy indeed for you, Harry.”, said Elizabeth.

“ Hear, hear!”, exclaimed Anne with nods and cheers of agreements from all the other.

“ And does he have a name?”, asked Camilla.

“ He does. Elle and I have settled on a name but we’ll tell you together.”, replied Harry.

“ Always so mysterious...", commented Sophie, making them all laugh.

“ I should get back to Elle.”, said Harry smiling. “ I’ll let you know when she’s feeling more rested so you can come and meet our son.”, he continued.

“ Yes, dear. Send her our love.”, said Elizabeth, smiling. “ I will!”, he replied. Walking up the stairs again, he stopped at the nursery to pick Arthur up.

“ Little cub? Arthur?”, he called out as he entered the nursery.

“ Papa!”, he exclaimed, throwing himself at his father’s legs. Picking him up, Harry smiled and hugged the child.

“ Thank you for looking after him, nanny Maria.”, he said to the woman who smiled and nodded her head at him. Leaving the room, he walked slowly to his own bedroom.

“ Have you been good to nanny and your cousins?”, he asked.

“ Yes, papa.”, the boy replied. “ Papa, where mama?”, he asked his father.

“ Mama was busy… your baby brother has arrived.”, said Harry. Arthur’s little eyes lit up and he smiled.

“ Boder?”, he asked.

“ Yes, baby brother.”, replied Harry.

“ Can I see?”, he asked his father.

“ Yes, little cub. We’re gonna see mama and your brother very soon. But remember you have to be very quiet and very gentle with him, ok?”, said Harry.

“ Okay, papa.”, Arthur replied. Approaching the bedroom door, Harry turned to his son and said:

“ Now Arthur, what did papa tell you?”

“ Baby boder is hewre. Need to be quaite…Shhhh.”, replied the toddler, making Harry smiled.

“ Good boy.”, Harry replied, kissing his son’s temple.

The first thing he noticed was that it seemed cleaner and cosier. It didn’t look like a birth had happened in there. Elle was sitting in the middle of the bed, looking tired but refreshed, with their son on her arms.

“ Harry. Little cub!”, said Elle smiling. “ Come here… come meet your baby brother.”, she continued. Harry smiled at them and gently sat on the bed beside mother and baby, seating Arthur on his lap.

“ Arthur come say hello to your brother…”, said Elle. Gently, the older boy lowered his head and whispered closely to the newborn:

“ Hi baby boder.”. Needless to say that all the tears Elle had held on to, were now calling freely down her cheeks. Harry then instructed his elder son to caress the head of his youngest.

“ That’s is, little cub, gently, soflty…”said Elle.

“ What baby boder call?”, asked Arthur. Looking at each other, Harry and Elle smiled and she nodded her head.

“ Owen. Your brother’s name is Owen.”, replied Harry.

#phff #pnceri harry fanfic #prince harry fanfiction #prince harry #duke of sussex

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another-blog-bites-the-dust · 5 years

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A kind of magic.

Summary: Roger discovers something about you...and his daughter.

Warnings: some angst, little bit suggestive at some points, swearing

A/N: Just some cute magical Roger fluff for y'all. Blocks of italic text are flashbacks! I hope you enjoy! 💖

You stood patiently waiting for the school bell to ring, it was approaching three o'clock one sunny afternoon. Roger was at the studio so you said you would pick up your daughter up and walk home. Surely enough, a few minutes after the bell rang, she emerged. You smiled and waved but she had a somber expression on her face and tightly clutched the straps of her backpack while avoiding your gaze. "Bea?" You softly spoke and crouched down to her level. You and Roger barely called her by her actual name- Beatrix. You mainly called her Bea or Trixie. He said it was an odd- yet beautiful- name when you initially suggested it, but it was an ode to your family heritage. 'She who brings happiness' and 'blessed' were the meanings behind it. Her middle name was Willow after the mystical origins of the tree. "Is everything alright, petal?" She shook her head no and remained quiet. You sighed and wiped away a tear on her cheek. "Sweetheart, you need to talk to me so I can help you. Tell me what's the matter."

She sighed loudly, Bea was a very dramatic five year old- you blamed her father for that part of her personality. "Something happened..." she trailed off.

You raised a brow "Something like what?" She remained silent and you grew suspicious. "Beatrix Willow Taylor- tell me what happened."

“My fingers!" She groaned and raised her arms before letting them fall. "My pencil snapped and I wished for it to be sharp again and then my fingers went all tingly. Then my pencil was sharp mummy!" She whispered. You blinked and swallowed hard at her revelation.

You knew this day might come. You were dreading it. You couldn't let Bea see you upset or worried because that would just make her feel worse. You smiled and held her arms "We'll go to grannies house before heading home. I can tell you what happened there, okay?" She nodded and you picked her up with a small groan. She had grown so fast, Roger constantly says that it feels like he just blinks and she's grown a foot. She was so like Roger in many ways...and yet she inherited a huge part of you. Bea and Roger were as thick as thieves- the best of friends as well as Father and daughter. God, how the hell would Roger react? It would change everything.

It was easy enough for you to hide your abilities but a five year old?! You'd have your work cut out keeping something like away from your husband. You turned your head and smiled "Do you know why you're called Beatrix Willow?" You asked and she shook her head no. "Well, they hold a very special meaning. A magical one." You grinned and Bea smiled.

"Magic how?" She asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Well the willow tree is believed to have magical powers, and Beatrix is-"

"Was..." you looked up and saw your mother standing there with her arms crossed over her chest "A very powerful witch." She glared at you slightly. You looked down at the ground when she did. "Hello my little pumpkin!" Your mother grinned at Bea and held out her arms for a hug. You put Bea down and she ran over to your mother who effortlessly picked her up. "I'm guessing something happened. Did it?" She questioned you and you nodded with a passive expression. "Then you better come in."

You sighed and followed your mother, already bracing yourself for her lecturing. "Bea, you thirsty?" You asked and she nodded. "Why don't you see if granny has any juice in the fridge?" Bea scampered off, skipping to the kitchen.

You looked to your mother who had a smug smile on her face. "I told you this would happen..."

"I thought I would have more time." You grit out.

You mother leaned forward and poured you some nettle tea that was on the table. "You were around her age when you found your powers." She was being far too nonchalant about the whole situation.

"Yeah but Bea is a half witch! I thought I'd have more time to prepare!" You groaned.

"Her abilities will hit her- and you- when you least expect it. Since she's a half witch her powers will be dearly compensated so her magic will be a little erratic, especially as she's adjusting to her powers." She looked at you with a scrunched nose and cocky smirk. "You should have contemplated marrying a warlock."

You rolled your eyes "Lets not get into this again. I'd rather focus on Bea right now." She nodded and said something that sounded like ‘of course’. It came out as a murmur. Your mother was disappointed that you married Roger. A mortal. A regular human being. But he was utterly extraordinary in your eyes. When he played drums it was like he possessed magical powers he was so talented. You sighed and took a sip of tea, staring off into space. "It feels like it was just yesterday Roger and I were bathing her in the kitchen sink..." you softly grinned at the memory.

"Why are there flowers in the sink with Trixie?" Roger let out an amused snort.

"It's good luck!" You grinned and gently bopped Bea's nose with your finger, making her bubbly giggle.

"You believe lots of shit," he leaned over the counter and moved forward to kiss Bea on the forehead.

"You're right...you told me you were nine inches and I believed you." You smirked and Roger gasped, covering Bea's ears.

"You can't talk that way in front of our child!"

You laughed and flicked Roger with water "She can't understand us! Plus you just swore!" Roger playfully rolled his eyes and hugged you from behind, whispering 'my girls' in your ear before pressing a kiss to the side of your neck and looking at the little baby in the sink with an adoring smile.

Bea came in with a juice box and sat down next to you, breaking you from your trance. You looked up to your mother and silently asked her for a little help. "Beatrix," she was the only one that used her actual given name. "There's something special about you. About all of us."

Before your mother could delve deep into the history of witchcraft and terrify your daughter, you intervened. "Do you remember the book we read? The Wizard of Oz?" Bea nodded and your mother let out an unamused grunt at your reference, but it was the best way to help Bea understand. "There was a witch, Glinda. And she has powers, doesn't she?"

"I remember! I liked her dress!" Bea grinned from ear to ear before something inside her clicked. "Am I like her?" She softly asked with innocent eyes.

"Kinda, yeah." You nodded with a reassuring grin. "But dad isn't. He doesn't know that we have powers. We can't let him know about them." You warned. "I'll help you manage them, you don't have to be scared." You gave her a side hug and Bea seemed to have brightened up from when you picked her up at the school gates.

Your mother stood up and brushed herself off "Roger will be home soon, Y/N. You best be off." You nodded, with a tight smile. "Beatrix, my little pumpkin," she kneeled down and held her with a smile on her face. She also had tears in her eyes. You knew this was a huge deal for your mother. You were an only child and as Bea was your mothers only grandchild, knowing she had powers overwhelmed her. She was happy and worried at the same time- as were you. "Just because you're different- it doesn't make you any less magical."

"Thanks granny," she hugged her. When Bea pulled back, your mother made a toffee apple appear in her hand and the little girl gasped in amazement.

"Can I do that mum?!" She asked, full of hope.

"Most definitely not." You sent you mother a small, annoyed glare. If Bea found out she could conjure sweets that would be all she would do. "I'll see you later mum."

"Remember to use Merlin! He'll help!" She reminded.

"I'm not relying on the help of a cat." You deadpanned. That cat was a salty, sarcastic pain in the ass.

Your mother waved her hand and blew a raspberry. "He is more than a cat! I know you think it's nonsense but Beatrix will be able to confide in him!" You were hit with another memory. Nonsense. You could remember Roger using that word when you had found one of Bea's dolls she thought she lost when the band was over. The three year old was a sobbing mess, Roger hugged her tightly as John tried his best to console the poor girl by telling jokes all while you rummaged through her room, eventually finding it down the side of her bed.

"You found it!" She gasped and clutched onto the doll for dear life. "How did you do it?!"

"Magic!" You grinned and tickled her sides.

You could hear Roger sigh "Y/N, don't fill her head with nonsense..."

"Magic isn't nonsense, Roger!" You let go of Bea and playfully poked Roger's arm. If only he knew the whole story...

Brian chuckled "Yeah Rog! Don't be boring! But, to be honest, you're bound to be like that since you're a dad now. As soon as Y/N popped that baby out of her va-" you sent Brian a deadly glare and he awkwardly cleared his throat. "Yeah..." he drawled out "As soon as Trixie arrived you automatically became a boring old dad."

"Thanks Bri."

"Y/N!" You flinched at your mothers voice "Use the cat!" You loudly sighed and stuck a thumb up. Your mother rolled her eyes at your attitude. "Perhaps it's finally time to tell him!" Your mother called out with an adamant smirk mixed in with her voice and you stopped in your tracks before barging out the door.

•••

Roger had Bea resting against him, she was in her pyjamas and was drifting off to sleep. "I think I'm going to put this one to bed." He quietly spoke and you nodded. Roger hated waking her up, it was like waking up a bear. "Trixie, wake up." He gently shook her and she opened her eyes with a sleepy groan. "Bedtime."

"Can you put me to bed, mummy?" She tiredly asked and Roger feigned offence.

"Oh so mummy is better at tucking you in and giving you a story than I am?" Roger tickled the little girl who wriggled and giggled in his hold. He pressed his lips to her bare arm and blew a raspberry, making her laugh even louder.

"Don't get her too excited!" You chuckled and then groaned when Bea jumped into the safety of your arms. You got a shock from her, an indication that her powers almost were exposed. You made a note of that- the more giggly and excited she got her powers would kick in. "Okay, bedtime! Say goodnight!" Roger leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Sweet dreams cheeky monkey," Roger grinned.

"I'm not a cheeky monkey!" Bea laughed and pointed at Roger "You're a cheeky monkey!"

"Oh no I'm not!" He dramatically protested.

"Oh yes you are!" Bea said back.

"Alright! Enough!" You butt in before your living room turned into a pantomime stage. You stood up with Bea clinging onto you "Say goodnight! Property!"

"Goodnight dad, I love you!" Bea blew him a kiss and Roger pretend to catch it.

You looked at the spawn of Satan in the corner of your living room licking his paws. You motioned him to follow you and with a soft - almost begrudging- meow, he did. Merlin followed you into Bea's bedroom, you put her into bed and turned on her nightlight. "Okay, petal, no story tonight..." you looked at the cat who was curled up beside he young girl. She was the only person in the house he liked. "Do you fingers still feel tingly?"

Bea looked at them "A little...I don't feel very tired anymore."

You nodded with a sigh- a common side effect with discovering powers from within. "I thought you might say that," you made a cup appear beside her bed that had some special, soothing hot chocolate in it. It had a little lavender in it to help her get to sleep as well as some other potions to help keep her powers dormant for the night. "Now Merlin is here if you don't want to talk to me, he's special- like us."

"Special isn't something you usually call...or yell at me..." he looked up to you with bright green eyes. Bea gasped hearing the cat speak. "Hey kid, I'm glad you've found your powers."

Bea looked between you and the cat on her bed "Merlin can talk?!" She quietly said, her voice full of shock.

"Unfortunately yes..." you glared at the cat who hissed at you. You'd usually flip him off but not in front of Bea. "You can chat to him about anything as well as me." She took a long gulp of her hot chocolate "Good?" You asked and she nodded with a toothy grin. "Good. Get some sleep, sweetie. Sweet dreams, I love you." You kissed her forehead. "Remember, you are so special and being a witch is nothing to worry about or be ashamed of."

"I know that now. I love you too mummy, night night!" You left the door slightly ajar, Merlin was happily curled up at the end of her bed and had fallen asleep. As soon as you stepped out of her room, Roger was coming up the stairs.

"She asleep?" He asked and you nodded. Roger groaned a little and rubbed his shoulder. "Think I went a bit too mad at that practice session in the studio today- my shoulder is killing me!" He rubbed it and you frowned a little following him into the bedroom.

He continued to rub it "Let me have a look," you said and Roger took off his top. Your fingers danced over his skin and he hummed.

"You're so warm..." he hummed as your hand massaged over his sore spot. "You and your heeling hands trying to fix my old shoulder?" He half heartedly chuckled. You smirked and kept rubbing, using your powers to take away his pain. Like you always did. That's how you got the playful pet name of 'heeling hands'. Roger naturally assumed the pain just eventually disappeared on its own. "Uhhh..." he loudly and lonely groaned "Feels so much better."

"Guess I rubbed the right spot then hmm?" You teased a little and pulled back.

Roger turned around and gave you a kiss "What else do those hands of yours do...?" He suggestively wriggled his eyebrows.

"Don't you even start!" You playfully warned and got ready for bed. You could feel Roger watching you, he always did. He was amazed with you. The second his eyes landed on you years ago in a smoky bar, you had bewitched him. Since then you had been inseparable and full of love for one another. Roger was slightly terrified of your mother however- thanks to her evil looking glares she'd send him occasionally. But despite what she thought of him, it was effortless for you to fall in love with Roger. He was so carefree and smiley all the time that it made your heart do somersaults in your chest. You always wanted for him to be happy and never feel any pain. When he had the rare nightmare you'd place a hand on his head and take it away. If he had a cold you'd make him some soup with a few extra ingredients that he couldn't taste to make him feel better, and of course, take away the muscle aches and pains. "What?" You raised a brow at Roger who was still staring- he hadn't blinked in a while.

"Nothing," he whispered with a smile "Nothing...you're just...spellbinding."

You raised a brow at his choice of word. "Spellbinding?" You pulled the duvet over you "That's a new one." Roger climbed in beside you and cuddled into you. You ran a hand through his hair and soon the pair of you fell asleep. You kissed his forehead and let out a sigh after he had fallen into a deep sleep, oblivious as to what was happening. "Night, Rog."

•••

"Ah ah ah!" You warned Bea seconds before she made a mess of the kitchen. "You raise your finger up not down." You told her and she focused on pouring some sugar into a bowl.

A few weeks had passed since you discovered that she had powers and were teaching her everyday when Roger was out how to use them. Today you were making cupcakes with her. Merlin was sat next to Bea on the countertop "You're getting the hang of it!" He said. Bea smiled down at him- she loved the talking cat.

"You really are, petal! Now how about we crack the egg together?" She nodded and you magically made one fly out of the carton "Now what you to is tap your finger in the air- super simple! One, two, three, tap!" You both did it at the same time and it cracked into the bowl. "Well done! That's it! You're getting good!" You grinned and got rid of the shell.

You finished up the cakes and put them in the oven. You picked her up off of the countertop and put her on the floor, Merlin soon following. "Sorry I made a mess, mummy..." Bea said referring to the flour she had spilled all over the countertop and floor. She tried to pick it up and it levitated for a few seconds before falling back down and spilling out.

"That's alright because look what I can do!" With a wiggle of your fingers you made the dustpan and brush clean up the mess. Bea stood there with her mouth gaping open. "One day you'll be able to do that without even thinking about it! Clean the whole kitchen with the snap of your fingers in fact! Just like I do." You smirked and snapped your fingers together, a whole range of tools and cleaning utensils started to clean up the mess making the cupcakes had made.

"Can I fly?" She asked and you quickly snapped your head around to her.

"Flying on your own is very tricky- even I find it hard. I have a broom and one day maybe you can get one too but-"

She cut you off "Can we try and fly now?"

"Oh this is going to be fun..." you glared at the cat who made that comment.

You looked at the clock, Roger wouldn't be back for a while. You let out a defeated sigh "Give me your hands." You clicked your fingers again and the cleaning stopped, you'd need all your focus and energy to levitate. Bea held your hands tight "Okay, shut your eyes..." she did as she was told. "Now open them."

As soon as she did, the little girl loudly gasped "W-were floating!" She had a beaming smile on her face.

"Yeah! Now I'll let you go but I'm right here if you want to grab onto me." You let your hands slowly loosen, Bea was far too eager for you to let go. "See! You're doing it!" You looked down at the countertop and brought a glass of milk and a cookie up to her level. "Watch this," you tipped the glass upside down and all the liquid stayed in. "Magic can be fun huh?"

"What...the...hell is happening?!"

You flinched hearing his voice. You almost didn't want to turn around. You quickly brought you and Bea back down to earth and put the glass of milk and cookie back where they were. Bea looked at you, almost unsure of what to do or say so she grabbed onto your legs as you turned and hid behind them. "Roger-"

"Y-y-you an- and...that?!" He motioned to the air. "W-what?!" He shrieked and ran a hand through his hair. "What did I just walk into?!" He yelled with a mix of fear, worry, confusion and the faintest glint of amazement in his eyes. "What?!"

"Roger, Innever wanted to tell you like this. I wanted to tell you! So much! It was just so hard to find the right words!" You admitted and stepped forward but he stepped back a little.

"What even are you?" He whispered out with glossy eyes.

You sighed and let your head bow down "A witch..." you felt Bea squeeze you a little, you brought her forward, holding her close. "We both are." Roger's eyes moved to the little girl who was next to you. His cheeky monkey, his partner in crime, his little girl. The two people he loved and cared for most in the whole world...and he was hit with that. Witches didn't exist. Magic didn't exist. Those things lived in sheets of paper in fantasy story books. Where the hero got the girl and everyone lived happily ever after and where true love existed. Roger looked up to you and thought for a split second that perhaps it lived outside the pages of those books.

He thought he knew you better than he knew himself. He thought you told him everything about you...clearly not. "Dad?" A soft voice broke Roger from his thoughts. You glanced down to where it came from and tensed up- you had no idea what she was about to say. "Are you sad? Are you...angry at me and mummy?"

You looked up to Roger, tears now welling up in your eyes. "N-no!" He forced a reassuring smile, the last thing either of you wanted to do was upset or worry Bea. "I just," he looked at you for a second "I just need to go somewhere." You called out and chased after him but he was already out the door. You sighed and placed your head in your hands. You never wanted him to find out like that.

•••

"Is daddy going to be back soon?" Bea yawned while you tucked her into bed. It was getting late and you hadn't seen Roger since he stormed out hours ago.

"Yeah," you lied as you had no idea when he'd be back. "Get some sleep, petal. Love you." You kissed her forehead and left the room, practically dragging yourself downstairs. The tv was on and you planned to sit in front of it all night until Roger came home. If he didn't, you'd take Bea to your mum's house and find him yourself.

When you stepped into the living room you froze seeing a mop of blonde hair poking up above the couch. "Roger...?" You whispered. He turned around and sent you a thin smile. "God Sake Roger!" You quietly snapped and sat on the other side of the couch "Where the hell have you been?!"

"I actually went to see your mum..." your eyes went as wide as saucers. "She didn't kill me or put some weird hex on me...least I hope she didn't."

"Don't joke," your voice trembled and a tear slipped down your cheek. "Why did you go to see her?"

"Because I wanted to ask her some stuff. About...everything really." He quietly admitted, nervously playing with his fingers. "Wanted to try and understand a little better." He admitted and stayed silent for a few minutes. "I don't love you any less." You both looked at each other at the same time. Roger scooted over a little and delicately took your hand, intertwining your fingers and wiped away the tear on your jaw with his free one. "I just wish you said something to me."

"How can you expect me to just spring something like that onto someone?" You asked but it came out as a sob. "You thought magic was nonsense and I was then so worried about Bea because she got her powers the other week and I've been trying to get her to control them around you. I was worried what you'd think about her being like me." You loudly sniffled.

"But that's not a bad thing!" Roger tried to reassure you, tightly squeezing your hand. "She's as much of you as she is me. And you are unbelievably kind and beautiful and strong...I'd be so happy if she turned out like you."

You shook your head with a sigh. "I grew up completely different to you, Roger. I went to a school for witches and I grew up always worrying. Constantly thinking I was weird and that everyone would hate me or judge me for who I am. I read countless of books on good and bad things about witches and read the horrific things that happened to them. I had to find my place in their world." You looked up to him though your watery lashes. "Then I found you and...and I felt like I could be me. That I could be accepted by someone who wasn't a witch or a wizard or a warlock. That I didn't have to worry anymore. A part of me always did, of course."

"Why?" Roger asked, his thumb stroking your knuckles.

"Incase I frightened you or you left...that you wouldn't love me anymore."

"Y/N, I swear to you. That would never happen." Roger seriously said. "You and Trixie are my world. You both made it magical before I learned you could fly!" He half joked and you let out a watery giggle. "I love you with all my heart."

"I love you, Roger." You smiled. He leaned in and softly kissed you, wiping away your tears and your worries.

"I've got to ask something though..." you furrowed your brows. "Have you ever used magic on me?"

You timidly nodded "Only when I felt like I needed to...you'd have terrible nightmares and I'd take them away. And of course my 'healing hands'." You wiggled the fingers of your free hand and Roger softly smiled with tears welling in his eyes. "I only used my powers so you didn't have to endure any pain."

Roger leaned forward and delicately pressed his lips to yours. "You are so selfless..." he whispered and caressed your cheeks. Your eyes were shut but Roger was looking at you with half hooded ones. "What else have you done?"

You smirked "Sometimes when I feel really lazy I'll fill up the fridge because I can't be bothered going to the shops." Roger burst out laughing and you giggled.

"One thing for certain is you never fail to amaze me, Y/N." He kissed your forehead then your lips again.

"I wouldn't put her name and 'amaze' in the same sentence." Your head snapped around to the cat that was perched on the end of the sofa. Roger went wide eye and looked at Merlin before looking back to you.

He pointed to the animal "The...the cat talks?" His words left his mouth very slowly.

You nodded "The cat talks."

"That cat...talks..." Roger said again just because the first time he said it didn't sound mad enough. "Of course he does." He looked to you and a huge smile appeared on his face "I love you."

"I love you too, Roger."

He engulfed you in a hug and a tingle spread throughout his body. He always knew there was something magical and enchanting about you and now he could feel it. Now he knew. Roger pulled back but still held you with his hands. "Do you ride a magic broom?" You nodded and his head curiously cocked to the side. "Can I watch?" He asked.

A cheeky smile appeared on your face. "Tonight I'd rather ride another magic broom..." you bit down on your lip. "Yours."

Roger swallowed hard and boyishly smirked with a twinkle in his eyes. He stood up and pulled you with him. He practically had you stuck to his chest. "Well brace yourself," he gave you a bewitching kiss "It could be a bumpy ride."

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elaniadventuresinlondon · 4 years

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March 16: God’s Goodness

Greetings my beloved friends and family,

I hope you are all well and finding the goodness of God in everything. This is a late note of gratitude but the feelings are still fresh in my heart. Thank you so much for sending me off with such surprise and love! To Emily + friends who rallied and taught me what it is to be “sent” by the body, that I am not alone but am still connected, and fully loved. To Joyce for hosting and nourishing, always feeding me with more than just food, but with security, presence, comfort and love. To Hubert for releasing more freedom and joy in me to move and praise Him without shame! To Liz, Tiff, Brian, Jon, Gina, Bea, Elkan, Emily and Anna for being the best surprise musical intro to life I have ever stumbled upon. To Nancy, who truly surprised me with presenting such a lavish gift on behalf of the body that I had no idea how supported I really was and providing me comfort in knowing I will be more than just fine. And I love love love the photo album that you all put together for me.

I felt lavished by you all and sip on sweet memories that brings refreshment to my soul. I truly was not expecting anything like that. I am overwhelmingly blessed by you all both materially and spiritually. Thank you for your generous gift and dousing me with love and support! I’m so thankful. God is good.

So why did I fly out to London?

This was the result of a question I had been trying to discern for a few years on how to live a life more aligned to the values He gave me. What do I value? Why am I not living according to my values? What does it mean to follow Him? Where is He leading me? What is he leading me to do? I didn't have a lot of answers but felt I needed boldness and faith to break free from the norm, and that in order to grow, I needed to trust him more, take bigger risks, and experience more of His goodness.

Before everyone was experiencing the lockdown, I had been working remotely at home for 10 years and many times felt like a caged bird that stayed in its cage when the door was open for me to fly away. My cage was simply comfort, stability, and control. but even having all those things became empty. God freed me from that cage by having me fired in mid-Feb!

God is good.

The package deal.

The day after being fired, I was offered to come to London to "build the kingdom" there. I had some missionary friends, Collin and Lyndsey, who ministered with various tech companies in the heart of London by teaching discipleship training and they also helped disciple believers with former muslims in a Kurdish refugee community in a neighboring city. There was a need for a person with my media skillset, an opening for a place to live rent-free, and even a possibility of having my expenses covered by one of the projects I would be working on. So I felt like God was giving me a package deal to say yes to living more aligned to His kingdom. After reviewing it with wise counsel, I decided to go for it and bought a one-way flight even while the whole Corona virus was ramping up.

The only thing I had to do was to be willing to give up my lease and be willing to let go of material things and be willing to ask for help - help moving, help giving things up, help me to go. Thankfully my brother-in-law asked to have my bed, my sister was going to be blessed with my car, and my parents let me store my clothes and stuff in their garage! and God provided a friend to take my rental agreement all within a week or so! and every time I thought about turning back, I had plenty of friends give me courage to continue going.

God is good.

God is in the details.

My original flight to London was scheduled to fly out on March 16th at 2:45pm, with a layover in Portugal, and then a short flight to London. I found out that morning that my flight had been cancelled, but felt like the Holy Spirit said "you're going to have to try." which meant... go to the airport now even though it’s 11am.

The reality was that I'd have to spend more money, and buy a new flight on a diff airline. Or I could back out and not go, (because I was seriously doubting if I heard God correctly or not, and if we were going to be in lockdown then what difference does it make? Why send me to a country that isn’t handling the corona virus as seriously as other countries? Maybe it’s better for me to be locked down with my parents?) I had a bunch of questions but felt I needed to just be faithful with “trying” to get on the plane.

God had me name my terms if I were to buy a new flight and I felt I would only buy a new flight if it was under $500, includes my luggage and was refundable and nonstop. Only 2 airlines were still operating: British Airways and United, and I found a United flight for Tues, March 17th that met my check off list, but an hour after buying my ticket a friend told me lockdown goes into effect at midnight and airlines weren’t sure if they’d have to cancel all flights.

God said to “just ask” to switch flights to depart today. I ask the lady at the counter and she ultimately says said no, directing me to cancel my ticket and repurchase a flight for today, but the flight I wanted was over $1,000. I feel like well... now what, and I feel God say, “ask again.” So I did and to my complete surprise, the 2nd lady I spoke to just made it happen, no questions asked. I felt like I was handed a golden ticket, and clearance with just enough time to get on my flight.

Had I been on the original flight I would’ve been stuck in Portugal, as I found out during boarding that the UK was closing it borders to incoming European countries effective at midnight.

God is good. Thank you Lord!

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platinum-happy · 5 years

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Announcement Regarding Eve & Graduation Letters for Willow

To all of our supporters, thank you for your ongoing support of Platinum Happy! While we’re hard at work behind the scenes on new releases and hope to have something new for you all to enjoy soon, we must announce with mixed emotions that Generation 1 member, Eve, has graduated from Platinum Happy to focus on her personal life. Eve has been an asset to Platinum Happy and has contributed so much to us since starting off in our first generation, and we would like to express our gratitude to Eve for everything she has done for us and the joy she has brought to the group! Below, you will find letters from current members to Eve, as well as graduation letters for former Generation 2 member, Willow, who graduated from the group in 2018.

Graduation Letters for Eve

Dear Iibu,

The things you create are truly wonderful, thank you for taking some time to create things with us over the years! You’ve introduced me to so many cool idol groups and songs, and our mutual love of rilakkuma and other cute stuff was always fun~

I appreciate your calming presence, and I’m super grateful I got to meet you, Eve!! If there’s ever anything you need me for, never hesitate to message me. I hope your future will be full of excitement and happiness!

SINCEREST, DEEPEST, TRULYYYY BEST WISHES!!

Alice

Eve,

I legit cried when I read you were graduating. You’ve been one of my favorite Purappi members from the BEGINNING. From the start, I fangirled over your voice, style and personality. You’re very talented but kind at the same time. An Idol with a heart as gold as your image color.

I know you’re off to bigger and brighter things, but I hope you’ll stop by to chat sometimes. I’m sure I speak for everyone when I say Platinum Happy won’t be the same without you! (T＿T) Please don’t be a stranger! ♥ ♥

Love, Bea

Dear Eve,

I’m not EVEn sure where to begin here, and I don’t think a letter like this can succinctly describe the way I’m feeling, but the biggest sentiments I want to express to you are THANK YOU and YOU ARE AMAZING!

You’ve always been the kind of person who is quietly talented – rather than flaunting your crazy skills right up front, you’ve been weaving something grand with your talents in your own way until suddenly you’ve burst onto the scene, and everyone’s like, “This is amazing!” And it’s TRUE. Your music, your art, your ideas, and everything that you put your heart into turns out to be a masterpiece. You’ve done so much for Purappi, and I can’t thank you enough for being here with us and sharing your talents with the world alongside everyone here. You’ve been a cherished member and a cherished friend to us, and you’ve truly left a sort of golden touch on the group that we’ll never forget. We owe you so much!

On a personal note, thank you for being there to fangirl with me about CY8ER and alternative and tattooed idols and electronic J-pop and all of these fun things! You’ve always been so sweet and thoughtful – and always were at the ready to share exciting idol news (whether through fangirly messages between us or on PuraRadio)! After your graduation, I hope we continue to talk about these things!

I wish you nothing but the best, and I know your talents will take you so, so far. Good luck Eve, we will miss you so much!

Love, Bonnie

Hey Eve,

Honestly I’m at a loss as to what to write because I’m worried that it will turn into “noooo, please don’t leave.”

When gen one first came together, you were one of the only people I already knew. We kind of paired off because of that and because we have similar tastes in idols and are kind of awkward nerds, and I really do think of you as one of my closest friends. I’m so glad that we got to meet so many times and I really hope you come to Japan again soon because you are so fun to hang out with.

I think that it’s because of you that I was able to really do anything at all in Purappi. Having you around was what encouraged me to break out of my shell with both the other members behind the scenes and be more of the weirdo in front of the camera, too. Because you were there to share ideas with me I was able to come up with my own and try them out. And of course you were always my partner in crime for PuraRadio and PuraStreaming. You’ve always been a huge part of the group to me, and I’m sure that goes for the other members as well.

And you honestly have had such a big impact on us. After all, “Platinum de Somete” is something you gave us! I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you so much for being a part of Platinum Happy with me.

Of course I can still talk to you whenever and I will, don’t you doubt that! Seriously. BFFs. That us.

I love you come to Japan and fight me by which I mean give me a hug and hang out with me,

Calla

Hellohellohello Eve, Iibu, Eevee, Eveveveveve,

I know what you might be thinking. I sound like I’m hyper right now. If that’s your train of thought, you might be right. The world will never know. Not really anyway.🤫🤫

I know I’m the somewhat formal type. I’ve rarely ever called anyone by their given nicknames. (If anything, I’ve often given my own nickname for everyone else, haha.) But by the end of this letter that’s gonna change!!!

We’ve been together as gen members for what… FOUR YEARS? Time passes!!! We’ve been in a few subgroup songs together like Love like Candyfloss and Because Happiness which is great but a bit sad that we won’t get a Team Nomimono cover in the future… 🤐 Maybe a reunion could happen in a hopeful future, right コーヒーブ ☺️

But like I’ve said to Willow, it doesn’t mean it’s the end! It doesn’t mean you’re not onto bigger and better things!!!! Flex positivity!!!! I believe in you in all your future endeavors!!!!!!!!! (# P O S I T I V I T Y 2 K 1 9 ! ! ! ! 😤 😤 😤)

We’ll miss you, Iibu. But you know exactly where to find us so don’t forget to send us some life updates!!! 😤😤😤

From the probably-hyper-but-the-world-will-never-know

ジュース 😘

Iibu! When I found out you wanted to graduate, I was devastated. You have this quiet, amazing, yet powerful energy that I LOVE! You’ve graced us with your presence since the beginning of Purappi, and for that, I am very thankful. Between your voice, art, lyrics, videos, and overall creative prowess, you’ve definitely made a large and incomparable positive impact on our little group. One of my favorite things was when you’d quietly sneak into the group chat and drop something amazing at our feet! I’m very sad to see you go, but I know wherever you end up in life, you will flourish. Good luck and full speed ahead!!!

~Marin

IIBUU, I’m really gonna miss you! Before I joined, you were always one of my favorite members, so I’m glad I got to meet you and talk with you! You are super sweet and the most knowledgeable and passionate person about idols I know! I definitely wouldn’t have learned about Wasuta or Gang Parade if it wasn’t for you. <3

So much of Purappi’s identity is thanks to you, Eve! You’re incredibly talented and I know those talents will take you far! I wish you the best, take care of yourself and check in from time to time. <3

Love, Sadie <33333

Graduation Letters for Willow

Dear Ui,

OH MAN HOW ARE WE GONNA LIVE WITHOUT YOUR GOD-TIER MIXES AND ENERGY AROUND???? Actually at this point, it’s been a while since you’ve graduated and I’m glad that we still chat every now and then! It seems like you’re doing well and working on lots of fun projects! I hope you still think of me as a friend the way I do you. ♡

UTMOST RESPECT AND ADMIRATION,

–Alice–

Dear Willow,

I was so sad to see you graduate! You were such a talented singer (and rapper!) who brought a lot to the Purrapi family. I remember hearing you in Silly Boy and becoming an instant fan! ♥

I’m definitely going to miss having you and your grand knowledge of idols around. I always felt like I learned something new whenever you spoke up. Also, I’ll forever be wishing we had gotten a chance to sing together while you were in the group. Maybe one day our paths will cross and allow it. But for now, keep doing your thing and chasing your dreams! Remember to keep in touch too!

Love, Bea

Dear Willow,

Miss Willow~ while I’m, of course, sad to see you go, I have nothing but positive thoughts for your future! With your talents, abilities, and confidence, you can pretty much take on the world, which I am totally down for!

Thank you for the time you spent with us in Purappi! Your gorgeous voice blended so well with Generation 2 and brought so much depth to our songs. Whenever I was color-coding lyrics and figuring out who should sing a certain line, I always knew I could count on you to absolutely nail whatever I gave you! One of my favorite Willow memories is your rapping in “deal,” because that was INSANELY cool and absolutely made me fangirl you!

I want to wish you the best of luck for your future. Keep in touch with us, okay! We’ll always be wota pals!

Love, Bonnie

Hi Uiui,

Okay, I kind of procrastinate with graduation letters in the first place because I don’t want anyone to graduate but like… I really procrastinated with this one. I was just really shocked when you told us because you were one of the last members I was expecting to announce that. You just are always so in place with us that it feels so weird?

Honestly I’m so blessed to have gotten to meet you and I’m so, so glad that we had this group in common that helped two people born on opposite sides of the planet meet and go to a maid cafe together not once, but like three times. You’re always a blast to hang out with which, of course, you’re just such a chill person who is also just so funny and interesting and please if you come back to Japan while I still haven’t been kicked out, hit me up let’s do karaoke again!!

Good luck with your studies and your future! I know you’re a super hard worker, so you will definitely succeed with anything you put yourself towards. Don’t be a stranger because we love you so much.

[[Calla]]

To the one and only Willow,

Hello uwu

uwuwuwu

It’s sad to see your departure from Purappi but that doesn’t mean you aren’t onto bigger and better things, right?!! (#POSITIVITY2K19!!!!! 😤😤) We’re still proud of you!!!!!!!!!

The songs are gonna have one more voice to miss from now on but it won’t be too bad, I’m sure. I think the new generation will do a splendid job in your stead. We’ll miss you, your voice, and your mixing, though. I hope you still get to meet up with our wonderful Calla and the other members every once in a while. Remember to keep in touch!! You know where to find us. 😚

Meep-meep (aka Mepp the Red Leaf uwu)

My precious UiUi!! Since we’ve been knowing each other for such a long time, I was elated when you auditioned for Purappi! It was a no brainer to accept you; someone who has a sweet solid voice, the ability to spit fire raps, a fun loving personality, AND a great mixer?! My dear, you are a catch of an idol! You’ll always be our sexy UiUi here in Purappi Land. I’m sad you’re leaving us, but I know you will do Great Things on your own. I look forward to gushing about Hello!Project idols with you soon! Much love!!

~Marin

Dear UI! I just want to say it’s been a pleasure being a fellow 2nd gen member with you! I’m always pretty bad at these graduation letters, but I just want you to know I appreciated you and everything you did for our group! Its sad that you’re leaving/left, but I know you’re doing great things in life and so I’m happy I got to meet you! Good luck in your current ventures! I know you’ll become the best sexy UIUI you can be. <3

I really miss you,

Love, Sadie

P.S., I’m gonna miss sharing lines with you 😮 lol

#announcement #eve #graduation #net idols #platinum happy #Willow

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witchfulmarigold · 6 years

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Unsupportive Parent Post

Living the in-the-broom-closet life

It’s can be hard to navigate sometimes. I write all this to any of my followers on here who are in a similar situation. Below are some things that I do to cope with living pagan in (somewhat) secret and the frustration that comes with it:

1. breathe, take a deep breath. While you are in the situation, breathe. Know that you are loved, your parent loves you and is just naive to how the world actually works.

2. find your community. Whether local or online. I have a friend that I can text no matter what about pagan stuff (or life stuff!) and she can text me too. I met her on here and I am so glad I have someone that is only a text away. @softrabbitstory <3

3. find a way to process. Not processing your feelings is toxic. Whether you need to go mow the lawn and think everything through, go for a run or walk, write, paint, craft, therapy. Find some time to process your feelings.

4. understand there is only so much you can do. I find solace in “ it is what it is.” I also find myself repeating “grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, and the courage to change the things I can.” It helps.

5. find little ways to incorporate your items in your living space. I am lucky in that I am an adult and have somewhat my own space. I had my altar set up in my room behind my door. Now with the baby on the way it’s not practical to have precious space dedicated solely to my altar. I moved my bookshelf in it’s place and set up my altar around it.

6. let go of your idea of paganism. you don’t NEED a grimoire. If you want one but have to hide it...maybe it’s not the best idea to keep a physical one. Perhaps a private online one is better for the time being. Perhaps not having one and accepting that now just isn’t the best time to have one. It may seem harsh but it doesn't mean you cant have one in the future. Same with physical items that you may “need” for witchcraft. Candles, rocks/crystals, figures, supplies ect. Any good witch on here will tell you they aren’t needed. What’s needed is you.

Before I get too deep in this. I want to state a couple things. First: I am an adult (28,) Married, 4 months pregnant, Ordained Minister, I grew up in a Christian home, I rent the upstairs from my mom.

Lately I've been struggling with my life as a pagan because while husband and I are openly pagan to our friends, my mother does not, and cannot know. What's a 28 year old pregnant witch renting the upstairs out from her mom to do?

My mom is a sweet, loud, and amazing person. She has been through hell and back and it has only made her faith stronger. She quite literally has the voice of an angel and sings her heart out for the Lord. I, however, have very eclectic views of my religious experience here on earth. Do I pray to God? Sure...but is it the same God that my mom prays to? Not so much. Do I respect the shit out of the Christian religion? Yes, even though I find it incredibly frustrating sometimes.

IF my mom were to find out about me, a number of things could happen: 1. She will feel that she failed in raising me (a big part of Christianity is making sure your families and friends all know the word of the Lord.) 2. She may ask me to leave her home ( I think this is the extreme of all these options, she loves me very much, she just doesn’t have the capacity to accept how I am) 3. She will absolutely not understand or be willing to understand.

Here is the MOST FRUSTRATING PART: My mom is super spiritual. She loves getting her tarot read, and goes to mediums. SHE LOVES IT. She asks me all the time to read her tarot. Yet any mention of a witch or someone who doesn't align to her Christian beliefs she pokes fun at or gets scared. I correct these behaviors as much as I can...but without stating MOM STOP I AM ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE. There’s only so much I can do.

Example: This pregnancy. It is such a blessing. My mom is ecstatic! I have a great OBGYN practice and Dr. But there is no guarantee that my Dr. will be available at the time of birth so I decided to shop for Doulas. My mom was like OMG IS THAT A WITCH DOCTOR?!? and kept making a big joke about it. I even told her that the Doula group I choose is a Christian based one (I choose this in anticipation of my mother’s reaction.)

You might be thinking, “Bea, come on. You’re an adult. Tell her and get it over with.” I love my mom and wish that I could be open with her. But as an adult, I recognize that it will break her heart, and would cause really more drama than I think is necessary. I am blessed to have friends that accept me the way I am and a husband who’s beliefs mostly align with mine and is open to whatever I want to believe and do. But I think it isn’t worth telling my mom and dealing with the consequences of that.

My inbox is open to you, if you want to vent, tell me your stories or just talk. Don’t be lonely babes. We can be in this together.

*this isn't to diminish any other struggles any other person is going through and specific to pagans and my struggle with it. Please don’t take offense to anything stated. Of course I don’t know your struggles personally and don’t mean to upset anyone.

#witch #pagan #broom closet #hiding #true self #wicca #witches #help #lets talk #friends #broom #grimoire #community

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booabug · 6 years

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Frightingale Liveblog

I’M LIVING

marinette pls ur gonna hurt urself lmao same laura im like constantly dancing too SAME LAURA I LOVE LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR aw hell yeah it's The Girls #squad ohhhhh shit adrien in chat suit #blessed plagg pls the belt's great AHAHHAHA CHAT'S SUIT DESIGN COMES FROM ADRIENS kinky INNER TRASH SELF CONFIRMED Adrien no if you act lame then they'll RLY know ur Chat Marinette: [internal screaming] cute hula hoop kid :3c ROGER HOLY SHIT mari's big kink: courtesy Huggybug I love this same Laura lmfao I love Marinette shoujo vision Marinette ; u; ilu my precious dear daughter light of my life "very ladybug of you" should bea thing. oho, how very ladybug of you~ BLESSED GROUP HUG [reminder: insert blessed image]

I too bow Chloe's totally been practicing her routine since S1 LMAO NATHALIE AND GABE'S FLAT FACES she sparkle sparkle I know this is canonically a bad move on her part but SAME MARI NO FAKE-ASS LB NAH ADRICAT IS P GOOD THO it's my man Jean-Butler! YEAH GUYS IT'S THE MASK AND ONLY THE MASK GDI lmao these nerds I love them wait she's in contact with her mom??? AND SHE SCARES ANDRE? this is complete shameless fanservice @papapillon ty for my life ADRIEN WHAT IS THAT SMILE BOI AAAAAAAA HOLY FUK THE NERDY FIDGETING I LOVE THEM THEY'RE MY CHILDREN OWNED I knew the interruption was coming and yet i still sigh CHLOE I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS THIS IS NOT LADYBUG OF YOU AT ALL Laura let me hold you ; n; ok tbh making the world into a giant musical sounds good to me THIS OUTFIT WHY uh nvm not like this this musical is not very ladybug at all [breathes deeply] ahhhhh I missed extra af dancing Chat even the lighting on Hawk Moth is actually good this time idk what was happening w previous SAMG eps but it looks like they got to take their time and deliver quality for this ep so #blessed 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 omfg that ladynoir boogie this episode is so good I LOVE THIS THIS EPISODE IS SO RIDICULOUS if this were any other show i would hate this tbh but I AM LIVING oh my god that lucky charm. handcuffs. it's handcuffs. i have to pause to pull up my emoji page ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) surprised I don't have to kinkshame Chat? "They're meant for us" IT'S LADYBUG I GOTTA KINKSHAME LMFAO (or is it kinksame?) yeah "do your stuff” ladybug complimenting chat gives me life the trust and confidence it takes to be fighting shoulder to shoulder WHILE CATACLYSM IS ACTIVE CHAT YELLED MIRACULOUS LADYBUG TOO HNNNNGH SAME LAURA OMFG I LOVE THIS EVERYONE DANCE BLESSED GROUP HUG owo adrien getting nervous over mari whats this oh my god.... they laugh together....... I'm so bless im living i live a blessed life this is very ladybug

#ml spoilers #frightingale #liveblog #boo speaks

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Reylo Song Compilation from the Official SW Spotify Playlists + Their Recurring Themes

(A.K.A. More Reylo Receipts, A.K. A. They Couldn’t Make It Any More Obvious)

The two official spotify playlists being discussed: Rey / Kylo Ren

For ease of access, I decided to compile all of the possible Reylo-centric songs that the Star Wars official Spotify has put in Rey and Kylo Ren’s playlists. Many are blatantly referencing their dark/light dynamic, while others are only vaguely referencing what could possibly be Reylo, but could also possibly be referring to other relationships - those songs have been pointed out. I wanted to outline the songs that are clearly Reylo-centric, so I also included the best lyrics to give as evidence as to why that song is Reylo-centric. Beneath the lists are the analyses of these love songs and the recurring themes throughout them from both Rey and Kylo Ren.

Truth be told, after paying attention to all the love songs in Rey and Kylo Ren’s playlists, I am 98% sure Reylo is now, or will be, A Real Thing. The other 2% is the possibility that it will an unrequited love from Kylo Ren towards Rey, because Kylo Ren’s love songs are so assuredly about Rey (female pronouns, too romantic to be Leia) while there are still a few of Rey’s songs that cannot be 100% proven to be about Kylo Ren. That being said, a large majority of her love songs, as will be discussed, revolve around fighting and conflict - so unless she will have another love interest that is going to be fighting with her in the trilogy, I’d say those ones are at least definitely pointed towards Kylo Ren.

*possibly referring to rey and f.inn, possibly referring to kylo and leia or merely kylo himself > my personal favourites because they just scream reylo

While looking through these lyrics, remember to keep in mind that these songs were specifically chosen to be put in OFFICIAL Star Wars playlists for these characters for a reason. In the order that they were listed in playlists:

Rey’s Playlist

NO ONE - ALICIA KEYS* ( people keep talking they can say what they like // but all i know is everything's going to be alright // no one can get in the way of what i feel for you )

COMPASS - ZELLA DAY* ( if we make it out alive, from the depths of the seas // compass points you anywhere closer to me // where you are, i will be )

COME AND GET IT - SELENA GOMEZ ( can't stop because i love it, hate the way i love you )

LEVELS - NICK JONAS ( so much to discover, please don't stop me now // all this heat keep rising, make you stop, drop, and roll // i’m bottling up the lightning, supernatural )

CAN’T FEEL MY FACE - THE WEEKND* ( and i know she'll be the death of me, at least we'll both be numb // and she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come // all the misery was necessary when we're deep in love )

OMEN - DISCLOSURE ( i'm feeling something, something different // needed you to show me, without you I am lonely // my mind would rule my heart // i didn't pay attention to the light in the dark, it left me torn apart )

WE FOUND LOVE - RIHANNA ( it's the way I'm feeling i just can't deny // shine a light through an open door // turn away 'cause i need you more // we found love in a hopeless place )

BLUE JEANS - LANA DEL REY ( you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and i know that love is mean, and love hurts )

> BATTLEFIELD - JORDIN SPARKS ( i never meant to start a war, you know, i never wanna hurt you // don't even know we're fighting for, why does love always feel like a battlefield // baby, we don't have to fight )

A SKY FULL OF STARS - COLDPLAY ( i don't care, go on and tear me apart // 'cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars i think i saw you // 'cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars, i wanna die in your arms )

RUNAWAY (U & I) - GALANTIS* ( even if we’re strangers til we die // anywhere out this place, i wanna run away, just U and I )

SMOKE AND FIRE - SABRINA CARPENTER ( oh, oh, our love is running into a burning building // feel the heat, so we started running // you know you saw it coming, but the memories are still in my mind )

DIAMONDS - RIHANNA* ( you and i, you and i, we’re like diamonds in the sky // i knew that we’d become one right away // at first sight i felt the energy of sun rays, i saw the life inside your eyes )

> WILD - TROYE SIVAN ( trying hard not to fall // leave this blue neighbourhood, never knew loving could hurt this good, oh and it drives me wild // 'cause when you look like that I've never ever wanted to be so bad )

SHUT UP AND DANCE - WALK THE MOON* ( this woman is my destiny // we were victims of the night // oh we were bound to get together // deep in her eyes, i think I see the future, i realize this is my last chance )

OUR OWN HOUSE - MISTERWIVES* ( into my soul you stared and bored down every fear // we built our own house with our hands over our hearts )

> BLOODSTREAM - TRANSVIOLET ( cruel desire, danger in our consequence // hey, you wanna rule the world? outlaw love, make you lose control // cosmic violence, chills dripping like acid rain, keep coming back cause it's you i crave )

> FORCE OF NATURE - BEA MILLER ( i tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows, oh but it's too late now, i let you get too close // i know i should take cover, hide inside these four walls, but baby i surrender, it all // 'cause you're a force of nature, look at what you've done // i can taste the danger, but i don't wanna run, so pull me to the ground and i won't put up a fight )

Kylo Ren’s Playlist

ANGELS FALL - BREAKING BENJAMIN* ( grey skies will chase the light away no longer // when angels fall with broken wings, i can't give up, i can't give in // when all is lost and daylight ends, i'll carry you and we will live forever, for ever )

DARK SIDE OF ME - COHEED AND CAMBRIA* ( in this cold reality i made, this selfish war machine, oh, this has become hell, how can i share this life with someone else? // i am not equipped to comprehend human rationale, sirius, is this what love is? )

ASHES OF EDEN - BREAKING BENJAMIN* ( i am not worthy of this // stay with me, don't let me go, because there's nothing left at all // will the light begin to pull me to its everlasting will // heaven above me, take my hand, shine until there's nothing left but you )

NEVER GIVING UP - OF MICE AND MEN ( even though i know you want me to, i'm never giving up on you // you'll never know just how hard it is for me to see you this way, it tears me up, drags me down )

> OUT OF TIME - A DAY TO REMEMBER ( i finally found her, and when i did i just couldn't make things right, is this really happening? oh, god, i think i just ruined my life // don't think you've got to go in alone here // you won't see it, but believe me, i need to be right where you are // 'cause now i think that everything's about you )

EVIL - INTERPOL ( when your friends they do come crying, tell them now your pleasure's set up on slow-release // i can take you places, do you need a new man? // you need someone to take you there, sandy, why can't we look the other way? )

THE ANSWER - SAVAGES ( i saw the answer, it was a girl, will you go ask her // love is the answer // to cry about love, to wait for her, to wait for dying, i can't wait )

AT LEAST I’M KNOWN FOR SOMETHING - NEW FOUND GLORY ( i tried so hard to keep you coming back my way, but you don't know the half and i’m the one to blame // i let my front down and i know i will regret it )

> DEAD INSIDE - MUSE* ( your lips feel warm to the touch, you can bring me back to life // feel me now, hold me please, i need you to see who i am // open up to me, stop hiding from me // it's hurting babe, only you can stop the pain // now i've become just like you, my lips feel warm to the touch, my words seem so alive )

ALL THIS COULD BE YOURS - COLD WAR KIDS ( i have been waiting for you to find that all of this could be yours tonight )

BREED - NIRVANA* ( i don't mean to stare, we don't have to breed // we could plant a house, we could build a tree // i don't even care, we could have all three // she said, she said, she said )

> INNERVISION - SYSTEM OF A DOWN ( i have to find you, i have to meet you // i need to find you, i need to seek my innervision // it's never too late to reinvent the bicycle // a smile brings forth energy or life, giving your force, vision )

> SATELLITE - RISE AGAINST ( we are the orphans of the American dream, so shine your light on me // she told me that she never could face the world again, so i offered up a plan, we'll sneak out while they sleep, and sail off in the night )

> BORED TO DEATH - BLINK-182 ( there's a stranger staring at the ceiling, rescuing a tiger from a tree, the pictures in her head are always dreaming, each of them means everything to me // i think i met her at the minute that the rhythm was set down, i said i'm sorry i'm a bit of a letdown )

WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE - POWERMAN 5000 ( are you ready to go? cause i'm ready to go, what you gonna do, baby? are you goin' with me? cause i'm goin' with you // now who's the light and who is the devil? you can't decide, so i'll be your guide )

> A CROSS AND A GIRL NAMED BLESSED - EVANS BLUE ( there’s a pretty girl somewhere, with a pretty name, but i could never let you know how much this means // i swear we'll end this war, cause we both know It wasn't worth fighting for // she said to me i will be driving in the wrong direction, did you ever think that maybe your life is heading in the wrong direction, baby )

Lyric Analyses & Themes

I will now begin to group together recurring themes in Rey and Kylo Ren’s playlists in order to correlate similarities and parallels. This includes well-known themes that may hint towards certain theories, such as Kylo Ren’s redemption, Reylo sharing a force bond, the balancing of the force, and the Gray Jedi becoming canon. To make parallels clearer, Rey and Kylo Ren’s supporting evidence for each theme will be paired side by side.

“THE TABOO RELATIONSHIP”

Some of the songs hint at disgruntled friends or rumours because of a relationship, and the subjects of the song continuing onwards with their relationship regardless of what anybody says or thinks. Alternatively, it also relates to the initial feeling of guilt or shame for feeling as though they are ‘taboo’ or should not be together. This theme is especially relevant to Reylo in that if they were to come together, it would surely cause friction amongst the other protagonists, and initially Rey and Kylo Ren would have likely been confused and unsure about these feelings themselves.

Rey’s Evidence:

“People keep talking, they can say what they like, but all I know is everything's going to be alright, no one can get in the way of what I feel for you [...] I know people will try, try to divide, something so real.” - No One, Alicia Keys

“It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny.” - We Found Love, Rihanna

"Trying hard not to fall [...] 'Cause when you look like that I've never ever wanted to be so bad.” - Wild, Troye Sivan

“I tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows, oh but it's too late now, I let you get too close.” - Force of Nature, Bea Miller

“Hey, you wanna rule the world? Outlaw love, make you lose control.” - Bloodstream, Transviolet

“Anywhere out this place, I wanna run away, just U and I.” - Runaway, Galantis

Kylo Ren’s Evidence:

“When your friends they do come crying, tell them now your pleasure's set up on slow-release.” - Evil, Interpol

"I am not equipped to comprehend human rationale, sirius, is this what love is?” Dark Side of Me, Coheed and Cambria

“I let my front down and I know I will regret it.” - At Least I’m Known for Something, New Found Glory

“We'll sneak out while they sleep, and sail off in the night.” - Satellite, Rise Against

“LOVERS ON OPPOSING SIDES OF THE WAR”

That ever-present Reylo theme that constantly gets mistaken as ‘abuse’. As Rey and Kylo Ren are not in a romantic relationship currently but are instead on opposing sides of the war, this theme touches on the struggle of fighting or hurting someone (or being hurt yourself) for reasons you don’t understand or believe, but have instead been manipulated by outside forces to do so. At this current point in time they are pawns in a war they didn’t start, and I personally believe these songs hint at their growing frustration at this fact. These songs also show the struggle of fighting a war when love gets thrown in the mix to complicate things. Interestingly enough, there are a lot more love songs about fighting or conflict in Rey’s playlist, whereas there are a lot more love songs about redemption or unworthiness in Kylo Ren’s playlist (which will be discussed later). These could possibly be the two prevalent emotions from Rey and Kylo Ren towards their relationship throughout Episode 8.

Rey’s Evidence:

"I never meant to start a war, you know, I never wanna hurt you, don't even know we're fighting for. Why does love always feel like a battlefield? Baby, we don't have to fight.” - Battlefield, Jordin Sparks

“I know I should take cover, hide inside these four walls, but baby I surrender, it all [...] I can taste the danger, but I don't wanna run, so pull me to the ground and I won't put up a fight.” - Force of Nature, Bea Miller

“And I know she'll be the death of me, at least we'll both be numb. And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come. All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love.” - Can’t Feel My Face, The Weeknd (unsure, this could very well be from Rey’s point of view towards another female character, or from Kylo Ren’s point of view towards Rey)

“I don't care, go on and tear me apart, [...] 'cause you're a sky a sky full of stars, I wanna die in your arms.” - A Sky Full of Stars, Coldplay

“Oh, oh, our love is running into a burning building.” - Smoke and Fire, Sabrina Carpenter

“Cruel desire, danger in our consequence. Cosmic violence, chills dripping like acid rain [...] Hold me, break me.” - Bloodstream, Transviolet

“Can't stop because I love it, hate the way I love you [...] This love will be the death of me, but I know I'll die happily.” - Come and Get It, Selena Gomez

“We found love in a hopeless place.” - We Found Love, Rihanna

“And I know that love is mean, and love hurts.” - Blue Jeans, Lana Del Rey

“Never knew loving could hurt this good, oh and it drives me wild.” - Wild, Troye Sivan

Kylo Ren’s Evidence:

“You'll never know just how hard it is for me to see you this way, it tears me up, drags me down.” - Never Giving Up, Of Mice and Men

“I swear we'll end this war, cause we both know It wasn't worth fighting for.” - A Cross and a Girl Named Blessed, Evans Blue

“Sandy, why can't we look the other way?” - Evil, Interpol

“TWO HALVES OF ONE” & “FORCE BOND”

The good ol’ red string of fate theory, based on the repeated tweets of red strings of fate, and the curious lines in the SW: TFA canon books, script, and official website, that clearly describe how Rey and Kylo Ren’s destinies are intertwined and that they both know they are connected somehow. If you haven’t already been informed of this information, you can watch it here. Basically, the Star Wars website says that a “mysterious connection links the two,” and constantly mentions this “strange connection” throughout the informational images. In addition to this, Rey and Kylo Ren are now being referred to as “two halves of our protagonist” or “dual protagonists” by the writers. This is also connected to the fact that both Rey and Kylo Ren appear to have prior knowledge - at least subconsciously - of one another before meeting in person, such as Rey’s dreams featuring Kylo Ren (though she only realizes this when she meets him) and Kylo Ren’s famous “It is you,” line. They also realize this in the script where it says: “Kylo Ren nearly touches her face... They’re both surprised: they react to a feeling that passes between them - an energy they recognize in each other.” I personally believe that this connection is their ‘force bond’: a unique link between two force users that also allows special telepathic communication of thoughts, dreams, messages, etc. While it was usually known to exist between master and apprentice, two lovers on the opposing light and dark sides of the force, Bastila and Revan (that many have pointed out have parallels with Rey and Kylo Ren), were known to have such a bond. These lyrics heavily hint at intertwining destinies, Rey and Kylo Ren being two halves of one, and the strange, irrepressible connection of what could be a force bond.

Rey’s Evidence:

“I knew that we’d become one right away. At first sight I felt the energy of sun rays, I saw the life inside your eyes.” - Diamonds, Rihanna

“I'm feeling something, something different, needed you to show me, without you I am lonely.” Omen, Disclosure.

“'Cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars I think I saw you.” - A Sky Full of Stars, Coldplay

“This woman is my destiny. We were victims of the night, oh we were bound to get together [...] deep in her eyes, I think I see the future, I realize this is my last chance.” - Shut Up and Dance, Walk the Moon (sung from a male’s voice about a forthright female, again, possibly still about Rey and another female character, or it could be from Kylo Ren’s point of view)

“You know you saw it coming, but the memories are still in my mind.” - Smoke and Fire, Sabrina Carpenter

“You fit me better than my favorite sweater.” - Blue Jeans, Lana Del Rey

“If we make it out alive, from the depths of the seas [...] compass points you anywhere closer to me. Where you are, I will be.” - Compass, Zella Day

“Into my soul you stared and bored down every fear. We built our own house with our hands over our hearts.” - Our Own House, MisterWives

“Keep coming back cause it's you I crave [...] Take me, I need you in my bloodstream.” - Bloodstream, Transviolet

Kylo Ren’s Evidence:

“I finally found her [...] You won't see it, but believe me, I need to be right where you are, 'cause now I think that everything's about you.” - Out of Time, A Day to Remember

“I saw the answer, it was a girl, will you go ask her? Love is the answer.” - The Answer, Savages

“There’s a pretty girl somewhere, with a pretty name, but I could never let you know how much this means.” - A Cross and a Girl Named Blessed, Evans Blue

“I have to find you, I have to meet you. I need to find you, I need to seek my innervision.” - Innervision, System of a Down

“The pictures in her head are always dreaming, each of them means everything to me.” - Bored to Death, Blink-182

“Don’t you worry about your bad dreams, ‘cause I’m not in them.” - Bad Dreams, Joywave

“UNWORTHINESS LEADS TO REDEMPTION”

I don’t think I need to explain this theme too much, but basically I believe these songs hint at Kylo Ren’s redemption, and how Rey plays a key part in that redemption due to Kylo Ren’s feelings of unworthiness towards her in his current ‘monstrous’ state (however, please do not assume that I think that is her only role in the dynamic). I will not go too much into the specific theme of Rey’s light and Kylo Ren’s darkness in terms of the Force, as I will discuss that and the lyrics relating to that in more detail next. This theme focuses heavily on the workings within Kylo Ren’s own mind, meaning all of the songs will be from his playlist as the best hints at his inner struggle and what causes it would be seen from his own perspective. I think these lyrics are sure evidence of Rey affecting Kylo Ren’s redemption. Kylo Ren’s redemption is also implied throughout his playlist to be ignited by his refusal to continue obeying Snoke’s wishes; but as I discuss this topic separately from Reylo, you can find it in my ‘redemption when’ tag. As mentioned previously, while a majority of Rey’s love songs center around fighting and conflict, this is the theme that a majority of Kylo Ren’s love songs center around instead.

Kylo Ren’s Evidence:

“In this cold reality I made, this selfish war machine, oh, this has become hell, how can I share this life with someone else?” - Dark Side of Me, Coheed and Cambria

“I finally found her, and when I did I just couldn't make things right. Is this really happening? Oh, god, I think I just ruined my life.” - Out of Time, A Day to Remember

“She said to me [...] did you ever think that maybe your life is heading in the wrong direction, baby?” - A Cross and a Girl Named Blessed, Evans Blue

“There's a stranger staring at the ceiling, rescuing a tiger from a tree. The pictures in her head are always dreaming, each of them means everything to me [...] I think I met her at the minute that the rhythm was set down, I said I'm sorry I'm a bit of a letdown.” - Bored to Death, Blink-182

“I am not worthy of this [...] Stay with me, don't let me go, because there's nothing left at all [...] Heaven above me, take my hand, shine until there's nothing left but you.” - Ashes of Eden, Breaking Benjamin

“Your lips feel warm to the touch, you can bring me back to life. Feel me now, hold me please, I need you to see who I am. It's hurting babe, only you can stop the pain [...] Now I've become just like you, my lips feel warm to the touch, my words seem so alive.” - Dead Inside, Muse

“LIGHT AND DARK”

The concept of both light and darkness, and some kind of ‘force’, being mentioned throughout these songs seem to link Rey and Kylo Ren together. The struggle between both the Light and the Dark and finding balance can be seen both in Rey’s playlist and Kylo Ren’s playlist, leaning towards the theory that they will both be the key to balancing out the force in each other.

Rey’s Evidence:

“My mind would rule my heart. I didn't pay attention to the light in the dark, it left me torn apart.” - Omen, Disclosure

“I’m bottling up the lightning, supernatural.” - Levels, Nick Jonas

“Shine a light through an open door.” - We Found Love, Rihanna

“ At first sight I felt the energy of sun rays.” - Diamonds, Rihanna

“ Baby I surrender, it all, 'cause you're a force of nature. Look at what you've done.” - Force of Nature, Bea Miller

Kylo Ren’s Evidence:

“Grey skies will chase the light away no longer.” - Angels Fall, Breaking Benjamin

“We are the orphans of the American dream, so shine your light on me.” - Satellite, Rise Against

“Will the light begin to pull me to its everlasting will? Heaven above me, take my hand, shine until there's nothing left but you.” - Ashes of Eden, Breaking Benjamin

“Now who's the light and who is the devil? You can't decide, so I'll be your guide.” - When Worlds Collide, Powerman 5000

“A smile brings forth energy or life, giving your force, vision.” - Innervision, System of a Down

“KYLO REN’S LOYALTY TO REY”

The last little theme I’d like to point out. Though it is another theme that is only prevalent in Kylo Ren’s love songs, it is a theme that is especially important given how it showcases something Rey needs: somebody to stick by her against the loneliness. Somebody who understands her, and who won’t abandon her. These love songs in Kylo Ren’s playlist display his undeniably persistent nature of never giving up on the subject of his love songs. Whether or not Reylo will be canonically reciprocated, I think it is quite obvious that Kylo Ren, at the very least, is very attached to, and loyal to Rey (or will be). The Star Wars informational pictures also suggest this switch of loyalty from Snoke to Rey, as do many of the other songs in Kylo Ren’s playlist that talk of Kylo Ren being sick of somebody’s lies and torture, and rebelling against them (as mentioned before, this is discussed more in my ‘redemption when’ tag linked previously). Anyway, here are the lyrics in Kylo Ren’s playlist that give evidence to this:

“When angels fall with broken wings, I can't give up, I can't give in. When all is lost and daylight ends, I'll carry you and we will live forever, for ever.” - Angels Fall, Breaking Benjamin (nudge: bridal carry)

“Even though I know you want me to, I'm never giving up on you.” - Never Giving Up, Of Mice and Men

“Don't think you've got to go in alone here.” - Out of Time, A Day to Remember

“To cry about love, to wait for her, to wait for dying.” - The Answer, Savages

“I can take you places, do you need a new man?” - Evil, Interpol

“I have been waiting for you to find that all of this could be yours tonight.” - All This Could Be Yours, Cold War Kids

“Are you ready to go? 'Cause I'm ready to go. What you gonna do, baby? Are you goin' with me? ‘Cause I'm goin' with you.” - When Worlds Collide, Powerman 5000

“GRAY JEDI”

As a last hurrah to the end of all these analyses of playlists I’ve listened to for hours on end, here is one of my favourite tidbits of lyrics that I find veeeeery interesting:

“It's never too late to reinvent the bicycle.” - Innervision, System of a Down

In a song that already mentions things like “force” and “innervisions” and seeking someone in particular for these things, this one line strikes me as being very much like Daenery Targaryen’s famous “I’m going to break the wheel” line. My interpretation of this line, in this song, is that it could perhaps refer to Kylo Ren seeking out Rey due to his ‘innervision’ and then both of them ‘reinventing the bicycle’ so to say: reinventing the past orders of Jedi and Sith into a balance of what we know as the Gray Jedi. Of course, this is only one small line in altogether over a hundred songs between the playlists, so it could very well just be something coincidental. I just found it to be a very interesting point I could end my analyses on. If anybody even actually read this far, I tip my hat to you because honestly I just wanted to write my thoughts down in a coherent manner so that I could solidify them for myself - but perhaps someone else might find this information as interesting as I have!

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