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The Servant and The Prince | Four

Mama Mia, here we go again lovelies!

Description: This is very much a Cinderella trope because I cannot help myself and I am in love with Loki, chapter four

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader, third person as I may adapt eventually with an OC

Warnings: anger, mentions of abuse (not graphic), mentions of death (not graphic)

Tags: angst, fluff

Word count: 6.2k (oh god)

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Y/n’s heart thunders as she gazes up at the glittering golden gates of the castle. If she was not so bogged down with bags she would throw a hand over her brow— a futile attempt to keep her eyes from burning out of their sockets. Do they really have to be this glittery? She thinks they are marvellous, that is not the problem. The problem is that she is not marvelous. Not in the slightest. Not worthy of such magnificent, splendid, rich architecture. She glances down at her simple dress— the loose green threads hanging from the side of the garment— she had meant to fix those— is this really where she must stay? Surely there must be a stable somewhere. A barn for animals like her.

“Come on you churl—” Estrid hisses, her demon-esq nails digging into her arm where her step mother’s hand curls over sleeve— “you are making us look bad. At least pretend to have some couth.”

Estrid drags her forward for a moment, ushering her— all but kicking her— through the blinding gates before losing interest and rushing to meet Anna. Y/n bites her tongue. There are many things she could say. It is almost strange just how many retorts rush to her tongue. They race through her skull, infecting her mind like a sort of mould. Unlike with the bread back home she cannot seem to pick away at it— she cannot make the bad spots go away.

Perhaps if they had not left her to carry all of their things then she would not be taking so long. Do they really believe the princes will spare their diamonds a glance anyway? They are sure to be able to smell the fakes from miles away!

Y/n blinks a few times at the roar of fire that swells in her chest, encasing her very lungs in flames, almost stumbling over the marble stairs beneath her. It feels as though if she does not scream right now— if she does not say everything on her mind, unleash this pent up resentment— then she will surely cook from the inside out. It bubbles, simmers, does the thing pots do when they begin to sizzle— like they are screaming but she is not screaming; she only wishes she was. But she has never wanted to scream and she has been through so much worse. What is one little name, one hand yanking her arm? It is nothing but still she is ready to let the flames engulf her and burn the entire city.

It is terrifying— this kind of all consuming rage.

Estrid turns back towards Y/n, who is still stumbling over the steps, always the faithful servant, and her step mother scoffs. Estrid mutters something under her breath that she cannot hear. An insult, no doubt. It does not reach her ears. There is no way she would have been able to hear it anyway, not over the sound of the flames disintegrating her bones and blood and flesh from the inside out. It makes her want to scream louder— harder, make the castle walls crumble the same way she feels like she is— loud enough to hear over the roar.

Can you not hear it? Do you not care? She can taste the words as they beg for mercy on her tongue, wanting nothing more than to die on the cobblestone before her, spat out in a string of venom like they are meant to be. Can they not see that she is burning to the ground?

She barely swallows the words— she can hear them crying as they pass her throat and she almost changes her mind. She almost sets them free. It is all she can do to bend her neck at her step mother, wonder if the flames are visible in her eyes, and try not to cough up smoke right here on the castle steps. That would be very unladylike— a dishonor on her family. Oh— wait— no it would not be. Her family is dead. She can vomit as much smoke and flames as her little, burning heart desires. She has no one left to bring shame to. Gods, she is so terrified.

Why she is terrified, she does not know. She has never been scared before— not like this.

She was scared of the dark for the longest time. She used to see shadows on her walls and under the waves in the wash basin and against the trees when her mother would make her fetch the cat before bed. She used to think that was true fear— the night. The shadows. The wash basin. But then the morning sun would come and fight the shadows— then her mother would empty the basin— and before long there was nothing left to be afraid of.

But then there was no mother to empty the wash basin and suddenly she was afraid of death and the dark. Surely death must be the greatest fear one can have. Right? The all consuming nothingness, the longest sleep, the unknown. What could be scarier than the unknown? Than losing the people she loves the most and being left to wonder where they are and what they are doing— if they can even do anything— and are they okay? Please, someone just tell her, are they okay? She is not okay.

Darkness and death— death and darkness. At least those were always the scariest things and at least she had overcome them— both of them. There is nothing scarier than those two things. Except, apparently, herself. That is all there is left to be afraid of. Not Estrid or Anna, not pain. Not him. Those are all things she has survived. Overcome. Enjoyed. There is only herself to be afraid now, and the overwhelming, unbearable anger unfurling in her chest and arms and neck and skull. She is terrified of herself.

She is terrified of the anger.

“This way ladies— your chambers are this way!”

Y/n blinks— certain her eyelashes are singed and the blur in her vision is from the smoke in her eyes— and finds that she is no longer on the marble steps but in a long hallway. Pillars rise to her left, showcasing an expansive forest and a smudge of blue that must be the ocean. It feels so close— she can see the waves cresting with white foam so it must be. She can smell the salt, like it is right next to her. She can almost feel the surf lapping at her toes, cooling some of the burning tingle. She would do anything for it to rush up her legs. Soak her dress. Make her skin sticky. She would take the stickiness over the relentless flames. There is no time, though, to take her moment of peace. No time for stickiness. There never is.

“Are you deaf?” Estrid’s hand presses down on her spine, right where the bruises are from the last time the two came in contact. “Move! I will not take kindly to getting the worst chamber because of your dawdling.”

Are the bruises purple? She wonders. Perhaps they are red and black— like molten lava, shifting under her skin. She does not voice her musings aloud, of course. She swallows those thoughts alongside the rest of them. She can feel the precise way they fall on top of their partners, each wasted syllable mushing into the last. They fill her aching belly all the way, pressing on the hollow dip of her throat. If her thoughts were food she would never be hungry again.

Of course, she does not say any of that. Instead she bows her head, eating the flames as they rise. She is so full already though. “I am very sorry, Milady.”

Estrid scoffs. “You should be. Henry should have drowned you at birth had he known you would be so slow.”

At the sound of her father’s name her head snaps up. Estrid is already walking away again, hurrying to meet her impatient daughter. Anna taps her heel against the marble. Click, click, click. Each tap makes her head pound harder. Soon she cannot hear the clicks anymore. Her father would never do anything of the sort— her father was kind! They are not looking at her anymore. They cannot see the smoke billowing from her ears. They cannot see the blackness she feels flashing across her vision. They cannot see the hate. Just like she cannot see the bruises. Are they purple? Are they scarlet? What would her father think of them? She cannot see the bruises but she can feel them. Hot and itchy and painful. Can they feel the hatred? Are they just ignoring it like she is ignoring the volcanic bruises?

Probably. And they are not the only ones. Y/n weaves through the crowded hallway, dodging women of all shapes and colors— quite literally, she narrowly passes a woman with purple tinted skin— all of whom spare her not even a glance. It makes her feel invisible. It makes feel like she can finally breathe. It makes her angry. She is breathing the smoke again. Every face that passes her that does not look at her makes her charcoal lungs ignite even more. Her only solace is the all too familiar feeling of being split in two. The anger is not wholly her own— it is his as well. She can feel him in her chest, that aching part of her anger where he demands to be seen.

Is he mad at her?

She stops dead in her tracks. Just like that, her own anger is gone, replaced with something ice cold and unbearable. It starts in her hands. Her wrists begin aching— freezing— as the ice flows up through her veins. She thought the fire was bad. She takes it all back in this moment— she wants the flames again. The ice is in her chest now. She can feel it creeping closer to her heart. She wants the anger back. Her anger. Why would he be angry with her?

Does he hate her? She can no longer feel her heart beating— the ice has done its job. It is after her throat now, climbing higher and higher. What would it feel like to throw up shards of Ice? Nevermind, she does not want to know. She had wanted to scream before. She had wanted to burn the kingdom down with her voice and words and screams. Now she cannot even whimper. Her tongue is frozen. Her knees hit the floor— she does not feel it. Maybe it does not even happen, maybe her eyes are just frozen now and playing tricks on her. They make her feel as though she is falling— pull the ground from under her and send her vision spinning— but perhaps she is still standing. Still following. Still invisible.

Why would he hate her?

She watches as feet pass by her, heels and boots of all colors all slowing when they cross her path. Well, maybe they are slowing. Maybe that is just her mind continuing to play tricks on her though. She would not be able to tell the difference right now— if there is one, that is. She cannot look past the soles of the shoes, cannot meet the eyes of those passing her. She is stuck— her neck which was so hot only moments ago now stiff. To think that a simple thought could send her reeling in such a grand way as to literally floor her. It is almost impressive, actually. If she could feel anything other than the crushing, ice cold weight on her shoulders then perhaps she would laugh.

To think that a nameless, faceless man could make her feel such torrential and devastating emotions. Anger and sadness. Longing and desperation. It is unreal the things he makes her feel. Otherworldly things. Impossible, tragic, wonderful things. There is no way that any of it is real. She must be losing her mind. She wishes she was losing her mind. Her chest zaps where the emerald ring hits her sternum, tied to a thin strap of leather around her neck, the ice melting for a fraction of a second. It taps against her skin as her hands meet the marble floor, a gentle reminder that this— he— is real. Gods. A measure of the anger sparks back up and this time she knows that it is entirely her own.

When she was a little girl she used to watch the dust devils in her neighbours corn field. Her father would watch with her sometimes. One of those times he explained what was happening. He told her that wind only spirals like that when the cold air meets the hot air. When that happens— and the temperatures collide— they begin to fight. Imagine them like two rivals, her father had said. The cold air grabs the hot air’s hair. In turn the hot air kicks out at the cold air’s knees. They keep doing that— kicking and shoving and biting and pulling— until finally their limbs are but a blur. That is all a dust devil is, my girl— two rivals fighting. She had not thought to ask him what happens when the cold air and the hot air are not rivals— she had not thought to ask what would happen if the hot air and the cold air were actually lovers. Would the same thing happen? Those little dust devils? Would it be better?

Would it be worse?

Much like most things in her life, she does not know the answer to that. All she knows is that she can feel the air— be them rivals or lovers— punching and kicking, kissing and touching, in her chest and it hurts. All she knows is that if he is real then he better come and get her right now before her body caves to the icy fire tornado that is swirling in her lungs. She is going to implode.

“My dear—” a warm hand lands on her shoulder and it is like magic the way her thoughts are silenced, leaving behind nothing but a harsh ringing in her ears— “are you alright? That was quite the spill you just took.”

Whoever is speaking to her has a voice that is like honey and silk. It wraps around her, soothing every ache in her weary body. The hand rubs a circle into her shoulder, not letting her go, and she begins to thaw, the ice around her eyes and throat and heart melting away in seconds. Not back to the anger— no, that is long gone, a mere thought in the back of her mind— but instead to a new feeling. She is neither ice nor fire— she is springtime. She is warm and calm, her fingers flexing against the marble like small creatures emerging from hibernation. She curls them a few times, relishing in the blood as it returns to her hands and the way it does not feel as though it is burning her. It is not fire, it is just blood.

“Do you think you can get up?” The soft voice is right next to her ear now and she closes her eyes for a moment. It sounds so familiar— so gentle. She never thought she would hear that voice again. “I think maybe we should go to the healers— just in case, my dear.”

She can smell it now— the yeast. The berries. She takes a deep breath in and she can taste the strawberry jam on her lips like she is eight years old again. Her father used to always sneak her an extra pastry after dinner. They would split it on the back porch, their fingers sticky and their laughter twisting into the twilight. Her mother must have known— she was meticulous. She was so aware of the things around her at all times. She was beautiful and kind and made the best jam in the entire realm.

“Mother?” The word slips off her tongue instinctively. Naturally. She cannot stop it because, for a moment, it is as though she is right next to the woman she misses most. It is as though everything is okay again.

Y/n lifts her head— she finally can, her neck is no longer stiff with ice— her eyes landing on a woman with flowing golden hair that twists and curls against her chest. It is not her mother. Her chest squeezes. She knows that it should not— it was never going to be her mother and she knows that— but she cannot help but feel deflated. If there was ever a time for a miracle it would be right now. Preferably a miracle that makes the best strawberry pastries and gives hugs that feel like taking a warm bath. She shakes her head lightly, clearing the thought and the mist that has begun to gather in her eyes. It is not the time for sentimentality.

The woman— the woman who is not her mother— has soft blue eyes— iridescent almost— that bore into her own. There is a ring around her pupils where the blue turns to a darker coal. For a moment it looks like the ring is pulsing. The longer Y/n looks into her eyes the deeper she falls into them. It does not feel as much like drowning as one would think. It is a softer kind of falling— it is as though the woman can see every inch of her soul with a simple look. Her aroma strengthens, changing slightly. The yeast is no longer present— that was only ever her imagination— and now there is a strong, flowery scent. It is strangely intoxicating.

She has to blink a few times, turning away for a taste of fresh air, her gaze falling to the woman’s flowing silk gown. It is a delicate ivory number with beautiful embroidery all over the bust. Little flowers. Perhaps that is where the scent is coming from, wafting off the garden around her collarbone. She really is springtime.

The woman laughs and the flowers sway, moved by a breeze of breath and glee. “Oh my darling, I think you just confirmed my thoughts. Let's get you up, alright? See if we can find someone to take a look at you. Your head must be pounding.”

She is like an oasis in the desert. Y/n has never been to the desert but still— this is what she imagines it would feel like. Gentle and easy, like a cool breeze or a patch of shade. It would feel like the soothing touch of this woman’s hands as she pulls her body from its heap on the ground, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her from toppling right over again. Her legs feel unstable and her knees are shaking but everything is okay. But oasis’ are just figments of the imagination— or at least this one is. They are doomed to fizzle away eventually, taking with them the joyful shade and leaving behind the scorching heat.

As the golden woman begins to turn with her, no doubt pulling her in the direction of the supposed healers, there is an ear piercing screech.

“There you are! You were supposed to be following us you dense child.” Estrid is in front of Y/n in seconds, her narrowed eyes locked on her and the familiar, gut wrenching sneer on her scarlet lips. “It is like you never listen on purpose— you just mill about in your own little world. Always about Y/n, never about anyone else.”

The fire from before— the scorching heat— begins bubbling in the pit of her stomach. It splashes like tar, slowly coating her insides in that all consuming hate. She bites her tongue, clenching her jaw. She can still feel the woman’s hand on her shoulder. There is still a piece of the oasis and she clings to it. But even that is being consumed— the touch melting into the lightning in her veins. She is definitely going to explode.

Her step mother takes a step towards her but halts, her eyes darting to the floor where they stay for a long moment. When her neck snaps back up she is positively fuming. “You dropped our things! Why you ungrateful little brat, I—”

In less than the blink of an eye she is no longer looking at her step mother but rather at the back of a blonde head, her hand laced with a hand so soft she would think it an evening glove.

“This young woman has tripped.” The blonde woman’s voice is calm still but holds no more of that gentle tread. Her hand squeezes softly, a contrast to her firm tone. “I will be escorting her to the healers to see what has happened.”

Estrid blinks, her eyes darting away from Y/n and up to the new woman. When she does her entire face goes pale, as though she has seen a ghost. How odd.

“Your Majesty.” Estrid bows her head, her knees bending slightly in a curtsy.

Your Majesty? Y/n’s eyes drift back to the gown— the marvelous ivory silk. It is as though all the little details begin appearing in that moment. The high thread count, the intricate stitching at the waist and bodice, the gemstone bracelet on her dainty wrist. That bracelet alone must be worth more than her entire life. Sapphires and rubies and emeralds. She wears it as though she has no idea how much it is worth— as though she has no idea it is even there at all. She wears it as though she is royalty and she has many more of them in her room.

Oh no— no, no, no.

The blonde woman turns back to her, her crystal eyes softening marginally from what she can only imagine was an icy stare moments ago. “Come on, dear. I will take you to my healer.”

Y/n shakes her head, her eyes wide. Her spine aches as she does. Her mouth feels like it is filled with cotton. She cannot speak but she has to. She has to refuse.

“No, no, your Majesty—” She copies Estrid’s greeting, she does not know what else to call her— “I am alright, truly. I do not wish to burden you further. I will—” She pauses, woozy all of a sudden, the salty breeze ten times stronger— “I will be fine.”

The woman’s crystal eyes narrow but not in the sharp way her step mother’s usually do. “My child, I insist. You do not look well.”

Y/n can practically feel Estrid’s stare burrowing into the side of her face. She can feel the bruises on her back— perhaps purple, perhaps yellow. It does not matter. If she does not go now then they will surely be black in an hour. Less. There it is— there is the fear she had been missing. She wobbles slightly on her feet. The salt air mingles with the pine trees. It is intoxicating— it is deadly. She is going to pass out if she does not move. She shakes her head at the woman, hoping there is something in her eyes that conveys the danger she feels.

“I am alright,” even she can hear the pleading tone in her voice. “Please.”

The woman— the Queen— stares at her for a moment. It is only a few seconds, the coal ring around her pupils pulsing gently, but it feels like days. It feels like a lifetime. She purses her rosy lips, taking a deep breath.

A hand— one much more rough and hot— wraps around her other wrist. “Your Majesty—” Estrid’s nasally voice is high pitched, like she is attempting to hide her cruel intentions— “my daughter just needs to sleep I think. I can take over from here.”

Y/n forces a smile to her lips— one that tastes like metal and blood— like betrayal— hoping it is enough to convince the queen. She adds a little nod in there for good measure. It is all about appearances. For a moment she thinks it is actually going to work. The Queen’s shoulders sag gently, her chin dipping down in a partial nod. It is actually working— maybe she will not get punished too harshly. She will pick up the bags and hurry to their room and stay as silent as a mouse and everything will be fine. Right?

Estrid squeezes her wrist harder— enough to make her bones whine in pain— and she can feel the on her face grin falter. It is for only a fraction of a second, the corner of her lips peeling down in a grimace that she cannot suppress, but it is enough. By the time she has painted the fake smile back on her face the Queen is at her side, that silky hand curling around her shoulder, gentle but firm enough to pull her away from her step mother. Y/n does not know if she would rather thank her or cry.

“I am afraid I truly must insist. As a Queen—” She stresses the word, her title. This is no longer a suggestion; it is an order— “it is my duty to ensure that all my guests are properly taken care of. It will not take long; just a quick check up.”

The Queen’s hand ushers her a couple steps down the hallway. Estrid follows, her brows pulled together dramatically. “But your Highness, I—”

The Queen holds up her hand, an elegant and dangerous gesture, her kind face cracking under the weight of her furious eyes. She does not even try to conceal the rage swimming in the crystal pools. She does not have to— she will face no repercussion for her anger.

“But nothing. She is to go with me and that is final.” Her burning crystals glance down to the bags, all of which are still spilling over onto the marble, draping the stone with bits of lace and silk, none of which look nearly as exquisite as the Queen’s gown. “I will send someone to gather your belongings and return them to your chambers. Now, if you will kindly excuse us.”

With that she is spinning, pressing her hand gently against Y/n’s back and leading her back in the direction she had come from. She can feel Estrid’s glare on her neck, burning holes in the back of her head. If stares were able to kill then she would be laying in a heap on the marble again, she just knows it. Soon, though, they turn a corner and she can no longer feel her step mother’s lethal gaze. That does not stop her heart from racing so hard that she wonders if it will jump out of her chest. It does not stop the vomit from pooling in her throat. She should feel relieved—grateful— but all she can think about is the pain. Both the pain she is in now and the pain she will be in later.

“It was okay really,” she mutters. It is a last ditch effort, one that is destined to fail before it is even out of her mouth, but she has to try anyway. “I am okay. I think I just slipped.”

She did not slip— she lost it. She does not know quite what it is but she knows whatever it is has been lost. Her sanity. Her grip on reality. Her damn mind. Any and all of them, now gone.

The queen stops, turning her bright blue eyes on her once more. She sighs, her smile understanding. “I think if you had slipped then you would have gotten back up.”

The Queen’s tone is pitying, her fingers gentle on her hand, and Y/n drops her eyes to the ground. She resents it— all of it. She does not want pity. “I needed a moment is all.”

A hand presses under her chin, bringing her gaze back up. There is no more smile on the Queen’s face— only a firmness in her eyes. She does not look so much like a Queen here; she looks like a mother. Her mother. She can see some of her own mother in the faint lines near her eyes and the cupid's bow above her rose petal lips. She has to bite down to keep the ache from her throat at bay.

“That was not a moment, my dear. I was there. That was quite a few moments. You were ready to let those girls trample you, were you not?”

“I— I just—” she swallows hard, trying to make her words work. It seems like she cannot string a sentence together for the life of her. Like her entire vocabulary has vanished— “I needed a moment, your Majesty. That is all.” All she can do is repeat herself.

The Queen narrows her eyes, her thumb smoothing over her jaw before she finally releases her. “Frigga.”

Y/n’s heart stutters and she has to cover her cough from the way all the air whooshes out of her lungs. “Pardon me, your Majesty?”

“Please, call me Frigga.”

This time her heart does not just stutter; it stops completely. She presses a hand against her chest, taking a tiny step backwards. She cannot breathe again. The smile on the Queen’s— Frigga’s— face is too kind. Too gentle. Too much. This is not a trick, she is not trying to get her in trouble. She is not telling her to shut up or to hurry up or to grow up. She is just being kind. No one is kind to her. Not even when they want something from her. What could the Que— Frigga, Y/n, her name is Frigga— possibly want from her? What could she give her that would mean anything more than what she already has? She sucks in a breath, sounding quite like a dying animal in the middle of the thankfully empty corridor. It is too much— it is all too much.

“No, I could not. You Maj—”

Frigga grabs her hand again, her warm skin stilling her own, clammy hands. “Calm child. It is alright. You are alright” Her words are slow, her tone a low murmur. It works wonders on her nerves. It is magic. “Frigga. Please, nobody here calls me anything formal. You should hear my sons.” The side of her mouth quirks up, her tone becoming teasing, “mother, where is father? That is all anyone around here says to me. I am not used to such formalities. I would prefer Frigga, my dear.”

Y/n takes another breath, nodding her head.

“Y/n—” she whispers back, not sure what else to do besides introduce herself back— “my name is Y/n.”

Frigga’s smile grows, nodding as well. She makes it feel like this is a normal exchange— like they are just two new friends meeting for the first time. “That is a lovely name.”

The Queen turns after that, pulling her once more to continue walking down the grand hallway. They move in silence, Frigga no doubt trying to give her some room to breathe. It is surprisingly easy to just be there with her. It is serene. She stares out past the pillars as they walk, her eyes dipping back to the faraway shoreline. Now the water is sparkling in the high afternoon sun, the cresting waves catching the light and bouncing it back and forth amongst each other. It is as though each wave that passes winks at her before smoothing against the sand. She cannot tell if they are saying hello or goodbye. Perhaps neither. Perhaps they are just acknowledging that she is there. She bows her chin gently, acknowledging them as well.

She does not know how long they walk for, her attention too focused on the blinking shore, but soon Frigga is pulling open a heavy wooden door— one that has the most intricate carvings on it’s frame that Y/n longs to stare at in depth—and tugging her in behind her. She has no idea what she is expecting— maybe a herb closet and a long table for practicing healing— it is a healer’s closet after all— but whatever it is, what she sees is not it. She is not expecting the most exquisite room in all of existence.

The first thing her eyes fall to is a wonderfully large pool of water sitting in the middle of the room. It must be the size of her entire bedroom, which granted is not that large but in comparison to her own tiny tin basin at home this is pure luxury. The sides of the pool are golden and tiled with colorful gemstones. She cannot even name all them, not recognizing half of the stones. They catch the light pouring in from the expansive balcony, sparkling against each other. There are steps leading up the side, promising entry into the luscious looking water. Altogether it is hypnotizing, calling her name until she is taking a few stuttered steps towards it. As she gets closer she can smell the fragrant oils, much more rich than anything she is used to.

“Oh my.”

“It is quite something, I will admit.” Frigga laughs from behind her, meeting her next to the edge of the tub. She dips her hand into the water, submerging the expensive bracelet in the water without a care. “It was a present from Odin for our first anniversary. I was just as shocked. I did not leave this room for weeks. I even slept here, can you imagine that?”

“I think I would as well, if I were you. It is stunning.” She, too, dips her hand below the water. She almost gasps at how warm it is— at how soft the water is. “I have never seen anything like it.”

Frigga pulls her hand from the water, shaking the droplets lightly from her skin. She turns back to Y/n, her crystal eyes sparkling with joy. “Perhaps later— only if you would like, of course— you could try it.”

Her mouth falls open, her own hand, still swirling through the silky water, pausing. “Oh no, your Maj—” Frigga purses her lips, her eyes crinkling gleefully— “Frigga, I could not.”

The Queen laughs again and she can hear the way her own mother used to giggle. “Of course you can my dear. In fact, you must! But first let us eat.”

Y/n’s brows pull together— what about the healers? Is that not why she is here?

Frigga must notice her confusion because she lifts her hand to her face, the Queen’s fingers now scented like rose petals. “I have found that the best medicine is a full belly, would you not agree?”

Instantly the tears well up in her eyes again. They are not from sadness this time— nor from longing— instead they are from the relief she feels coursing through her body. It is so foreign that she does not recognize it at first. It is neither hot nor cold. There is no pressure on her chest alerting her to it. In fact there is nothing. She feels nothing. It is exhilarating.

She does not notice the first tear fall until Frigga’s thumb catches it. “Thank you.”

The Queen sighs, her smile faltering. It is still there but barely. “Come, child.”

Y/n follows Frigga to the balcony, passing under some gem coloured curtains and into the warm sunlight. She almost freezes in her tracks, the memory of the last time her back was in the sun still fresh on her mind. Her mind falls back to the man, her nose filling with salt and pine which leaks in from the gardens below. She can feel his hands on her back, crawling over her hips. She does not wonder what color her back is this time— be it purple or yellow or molten red— it does not matter anymore. For some reason the thought of him makes it not matter anymore. He makes it better.

Frigga turns on her heel, her eyes lighting up, her hands shooting out to grasp Y/n’s shoulders. It is all she can do not to reel back from the suddenness of the action, wobbling slightly but smiling. She, in turn, reaches for the Queen’s hands, steadying herself on her silken skin.

“I completely forgot my dear, I told my son to meet me here for afternoon tea. You do not mind, do you?”

Y/n’s breath catches in her throat, her memories surging again. She can taste him on her lips for a brief moment. A short, silly moment. She pushes him down, shaking her head lightly to clear her thoughts. That would be impossible.

“No, of course not this is your home.”

Frigga squeezes her shoulders. “Wonderful!”

As the blonde woman releases her, moving to sit in one of the golden chairs on the balcony, there is a voice that sounds from the door. It is deep, impossibly so, and sends shivers racing down her spine.

“Mother, are you in here?”

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wonunuu · 3 years

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retrouvailles ❦ s2

eleven:

(unedited)

Wonwoo puts his phone in his back pocket and takes long quiet strides to where the waking girl was layed. He stands frozen on the bed side and stares as Yeojin stirs awake. Not getting up, she opens her rubs eyes and sees Wonwoo. He observes her next moves, but she does nothing but stare.

Wonwoo, clueless on what to do next, stares back at her fidgeting with his hands. "Are you awake?" he asks like it isn't obvious, but responds with a nod. "Do you need to empty your bladder? I-I mean wee?" He inquires as he cautiously reaches out his arms hoping she would accept. He was relieved when she put her arms out, signaling her father that she wants to be carried. Wonwoo smiles at her action and carefully places his hands under her arms, lifting her up and placing her on his side. Wonwoo then puts his other hand on her back for support, and she wraps her legs around his torso, clinging onto him. Like that, he carries her to the bathroom. Once she was finished, she washes her hands and runs to the living room, Wonwoo following behind.

"What do you want to do?” Wonwoo tries to make conversation but disappointed when he was given no answer. “Do you want to play with me?” He tries again. She doesn’t hear him, actually she is ignoring him. Wonwoo clears his throat as he thinks of ways he could get her attention.

“Do you want to play a game of tag, Yeojin? Your mama told me you love to play that game... I also like to play that game. Shall we play one round?” He coaxes. Instantly, Yeojin’s ears perched up at the mention of tag, her full front teeth now on display. “You’re the tagger, Wonu!” She giggles, as she starts to run away from Wonwoo who pretends to be shocked.

"You better start running Yeo-Yeo! Papa's gonna catch you!"

Disbelief. That's what you feel when you walk in your apartment Wonwoo and Yeojin had made: pillows and blankets on the living room floor, book and toys scattered everywhere, chocolate wrappers on the floor—it looks like a hurricane passed here. You take a deep breath, then head to the kitchen to put your groceries away. Luckily, they knew better than to mess with your kitchen.

After putting the groceries away, you wash your hands and head to Yeojin’s room. On the bed, Wonwoo’s long body is sprawled and his feet hanging off. Yeojin is laying beside him, head resting on his arm as she earnestly listens to the book Wonwoo is reading. “Have you seen Nemo?” he reads her. You let out a laugh at his “Dori” voice imitation, which inarguably sucked. Both lift their head up at the sound of your laugh. Yeojin gets up from where she was laying to greet you with a hug. “That was the worse Dori imitation I have ever heard,” you tease. “Hey! That was my first time. Give me more time to practice, then I’ll show you Dori.” You laugh at his profound proclamation.

You turn your attention to your daughter who was playing with your hair. “Did you have fun with Wonwoo, my love?”

"Yes! We played tag and I won! He also slipped on my toy." She pouts, clearly feeling bad about Wonwoo's misfortune. You glance at Wonwoo and see him looking at your child dearly, lips almost reaching his ears.

In his mind, he repeats his biggest regret: leaving you. If he didn't leave, if he stayed, he would've been with you while you were pregnant with your little bean, the result of your love. He would've read books to her while she listened in your tummy. He would've been able to feel her kick in your tummy and hear her heartbeat when you went to your checkups. He would've been there when she was born. Oh how he regrets not being able to witness her first step, her first word, her first tooth—her first everything. He imagines how you would've been a family. But there is no point in beating himself up about it now, what matters is that he's with her, and he's going to make up with everything he missed by giving her all his love.

"Is that so? Did you ask if he's okay? If he's got any scratch-

You were cut off by Wonwoo's phone ringing. “Sorry. Let me just take this.” He takes his phone out of his pocket and answers the call. You caress Yeojin’s cheeks as you wait for Wonwoo to finish with his call.

After a few seconds, he hangs up. He apologizes and tells you that he needs to go. You tell him it’s okay and that he can come again when he can or bring Yeojin to their dorm.

"Okay. Baby, Wonwoo needs to go now, but you'll play again next time, right?" You tell Yeojin. "Bye Wonu!" She gives him a kiss and hug.

"Bye Yeo-Yeo! We'll see again next time alright?" The little one nods.

"Thank you again Y/N." You nod and wave him goodbye as he leaves out the door.

💌 reunion (eng) - the happiness of seeing someone again after a long time.

⤷ happiness? are reunions always happy though? when you are reunited with someone you want to see the least, does it make you happy?

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fal-carrington · 4 years

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Stuck with the mother-in-law

Pairing: Kamilah x Mc

Disclaimer: Characters belongs to PB

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Prompt: Kamilah thought she had gone through more approvals than any other living being, with 2000+ years old, she thought she had seen it all, but when Mia's mother decide to pay a visit and stay for a few days in New York, Kamilah has to deal with her mother-in-law... Who happens to be a bloodkeeper and don’t like her at all.

The wooden floor was cold against her skin, but she didn't care, she had promised herself that she wouldn't leave, no matter how cold and hard the floor was. The little girl could hear clearly the low cry of her mother coming from behind the door, she had already been there for two days, two days without leaving the room. Two days without Mia being able to see her mother.

At this point she should have been used to, the "bad days" were becoming frequent that month. "Bad days" was what Mia's father used to call the days when Mia's mother became reclusive, cold, and extremely prone to explosive surges. Mia always thought that this was a very strong headache, but she hoped that her mother would heal soon. She missed her mother more than anything else in the world.

Mia never understood how a person could be so kind and loving at one moment, but explosive and cold at another.The little girl lay on her stomach against the floor, spying under the door where a dim light came from her mother's room.

"Mommy?" Mia called her.

No answer.

"Mommy, it's me. Please open the door." Mia asked, without answer again.

The little girl stretched her little fingers to the box of tissues she was carrying and took two, stretching them under the door.

"Please, Mommy don't cry." A little smile came over her face as the tissues were pulled. She sat down and leaned her back against the door, holding a portrait in one hand.

In the portrait lay a photograph, Mia wiped the tears that fell from her green eyes, looking at the photograph of her parents with her. The latin features and the seriousness in the severe brown eyes and black hair highlighted the beautiful young face of her mother. Hugged by her father, a beautiful young blond man with green eyes hidden behind his thick glasses. Together, both were holding a little girl.

"Mia?" Her father's thick voice called out to her, making her look up.

"Hi, Daddy." Mia said wiping her eyes, her father looked briefly at the door and a glance of recognition appeared on his face. Mia looked at her father, knowing full well from his clothes that he had just come from his work. The loose tie on his tweed suit, the tired eyes behind his glasses, and the leather bag strap on his shoulder.

"Is Mama on a bad day?" her father asked, Mia shook her head in affirmation.

"Daddy, do you think that... Mommy's sad because of me?" Mia hesitated to ask.

"What? Why?"

"Maybe because I didn't do very well on my math exam, I know she was expecting a lot from me." A tear ran down her little face, her father sighed tired, getting down on his knees in front of his daughter.

"Isabella Amelia Cortéz Evans" He touched her face looking deep into her inherited eyes. "Your mother is not like that because of you, you could never disappoint her, you are our greatest pride. Your mother... " He took a break before he went on. "She's just going through a bad phase, that's all, but I'm sure it will soon pass."

"... In the meantime, why don't you and I go in the kitchen and get dinner ready? How about we make lasagna and then watch cartoons on TV, okay?" He messed up her blonde hair with a smile on his face, making a dimpled smile appear on his daughter's face.

"Right!" Mia took her father's hand and followed him down the stairs. "Can I call Rebecca and Alex to join us for dinner?"

"How about just the two of us tonight? I'm sure you can call your cousins for the weekend."

"Okay."

...

Mia looked over at her side as she listened to her father's snoring, who was immersed in a deep sleep, he fell asleep after dinner on the couch next to her while watching cartoons on TV. Mia got up and took a blanket and covered her father, gently removing his glasses and leaving them on the coffee table.

An idea popped into her mind, her mother even though she didn't attend dinner tonight, maybe she was still hungry. Mia went to the kitchen and heated up the rest of the lasagna in the microwave and took it upstairs on a tray.

What the little girl didn't expect was her mother's bedroom door to be open.

"Mommy?" She called, opening the door a little wider so she could see her mother clearly.

And there she was, her black hair caught in a loose coke, wearing only a sweater and sweatpants, with her back to Mia, sitting on the bed.

"Mama, I brought your dinner. Daddy and I made lasagna." Mia approached with caution.

"Thank you, sweetie." Her mother answered with a weak smile, Mia left the tray on the bed and approached hesitantly watching her mother's red eyes and pale face.

"Don't cry." Mia lifted the sleeve of her blouse and wiped her mother's eyes, receiving a weak laugh.

"I'll be all right, darling." Her mother touched her face. "Mommy's just..." Suddenly her mother stood still, eyes glazed and distant.

"Mommy?" Mia touched her mother, not expecting a wave that invaded her body, images and faces of people appearing in her mind. A man with blue eyes, long hair and a cruel expression on his face, a woman accompanied him, with black hair, tanned skin and brown eyes, people screaming and running and blood everywhere. "Who... Who are these people?" Mia asked scared.

What she didn't expect was a strong push from her mother who knocked her down.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Her mother screamed angry, an expression of terror and anger on her face.

"Mama?" Mia called her tears in her eyes, being greeted by a look of hatred, being ignored by her mother who locked herself in the bathroom. “MAMA!”

Sweat dripped from her forehead, with her breathing panting and her heart racing, Mia sat on the bed. The girl sighed, passing her hand across her face.

"It was just a nightmare..." She said to herself, trying to calm down. “...Or a really fucked-up memory." She was used to her frequent nightmares — which usually involved Gaius, Rheya, Lily's death, or some of her many traumas. They were frequent and agonizing, but she was already used to them. Now seeing her parents... She didn’t know which one of them, was the worse.

The girl looked to her side, finding Kamilah, who was lying on the left side of the bed, her tanned chest descending and ascending, immersed in a light sleep. The silk sheet partially covered her naked body, memories of last night wrapped Mia's mind, and a smile came over her face as she silently observed the features of Kamilah's gorgeous, calm and serene face.

She still had no idea how she had managed to marry Kamilah, but the thought that after 2000 years she was the only one who had managed to put a ring on Kamilah's finger made her chest fill with pride.

The thoughts involving her wife were interrupted by the memory of her nightmare involving her mother. The girl sighed and looked at her watch, there were still 4 hours left for her to go to work, and she was sure she wouldn't be able to get any more sleep.

Mia got out of bed carefully so as not to wake Kamilah, and went to the bathroom. Under the hot water shower, the girl leaned her face against the marble wall, letting the warm water fall under her face.

"It was just a memory, that's all." She said to herself.

...

Raines Corporation, 19:30pm

Sitting in her leather armchair in her Raines Corporation office, Mia leaned back while talking to one of her newest clients.

"...You have to admit that the potential of this contract to benefit both us is extremely high..." She supported the phone on her shoulder as she spoke. "Danny, at the end of the day you and I are the same, we think and see the profit this will bring us.”

“...Exactly, we can run this country. Japan? Who cares about Japan? You and I will close this deal together and be partners." With her attention focused on the origami swan that she patiently made in her desk, she noticed her assistants entering her office silently.

"...Really? I am so happy that you and your investors liked the whiskies and cigars I sent. Seriously, it was from the heart." She laughed. "Sure, I'll see if I can convince Kamilah, for us to go spend the holiday in Hamptons.”

She gestured for the assistants to leave the contracts on her desk.

"Danny, you're the man. I knew you'd understand, I'll see you and your investors on Wednesday, with a celebration." She smiled victoriously when she saw that she had managed to close another deal. "Okay, I'll tell Kamilah you sent her a hug, tell your wife and kids, I sent a hug too.”

When she turned it off, she raised her eyes to her assistants.

"Guess who closed another deal?" She pointed to herself. “That's right, me. Booom, it's Britney bitch" She gestured by pretending to knock over a microphone.

"Um, by the way, we have something else." Natalie mentioned it.

“Yeah? What?" Mia turned her attention to her origami swan.

"Your mother called. She asked you to return the call." Tyler told her while collecting some papers, making Mia stop at the same moment.

"My mother? What does she want?"

"She didn't say, she just asked you to call back," Natalie told her.

At the same moment her heart began to beat fast. Was her dream a warning she chose to ignore? If she'd mentioned it to Kamilah, maybe she'd say yes.

"All right. You two can go." Mia said and picked up the phone, sighing patiently before calling her.

The phone rang a few times before her mother answered.

"Hello, hija," Her mother said at the other end of the line. “It’s has been so long.”

"Hey, mom." Mia said sheepishly.

...

"You are so quiet today," Kamilah commented in a low tone, as if making a mere observation.

Of course she had noticed, she always notices all things, Kamilah would not let go of a behavior that differed from her usual behavior, but as always, patient, Kamilah waited for her to pronounce herself.

"Huh?" Mia looked at her.

"Distant and distracted too." Kamilah completed her observation.

"It's nothing." Mia lied looking at her plate. "Didn't you enjoy your dinner?" She asked.

"I'm not the one not eating." Kamilah told her, drinking a sip of her glass of wine. "And you know I like it when you make puttanesca paste."

"Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?" Kamilah asked, as if she was stretching out a hand so she could pick it up.

"I had a bad dream yesterday." Mia started talking. "It was a memory, like I was reliving this childhood memory, you know?"

Kamilah nodded, silently. Her brown eyes warm and understanding.

"I couldn't sleep afterwards. I didn't want to wake you so I came to the kitchen and arrived early at work. My day was going so well today, I kicked ass at meetings, closed two deals today, and even made Aiko lose a contract. I was so happy, and then my mom called."

At the same moment Kamilah's expression changed, she was watching her cautiously now.

"And what did she want?"

Mia bit her lower lip, looking at Kamilah with fear, her brown eyes looked for an answer that Mia feared to give her.

"Mia?"

"She called to say she's coming to New York. She wants to stay a few days... A few weeks with us." She waited, she waited for an answer from Kamilah, when she looked at her, she saw the expression on Kamilah's face, the same one she saw in old memories that made thousands run for their lives.

"Your mother... wants to stay with us." Kamilah said it like she was trying to absorb the information. "She automatically invited herself to stay here?"

"Yes."

"I think I've lost my appetite"

"Babe..."

"Why? I don't understand."

"She said she wants to spend some time together. She wants to get closer and improve our relationship." Mia told her, taking a sarcastic laugh from Kamilah.

"She's up to something." Kamilah said more to herself than to Mia.

"Babe..."

"I don't understand why she decided at the last minute to come here and stay in our house." Kamilah dropped her napkin on the table. "You invited her?"

"No!"

Kamilah sighed, Mia touched her hand over the table.

"Mia, your mother hates me." Kamilah told her.

"What? She doesn't hate you!"

"She specifically told me that she was against our marriage, that I wasn't good enough for you, and that we wouldn't last. Aside from all the comments she made during, before and after the ceremony to make you quit."

"Alright, I agree, but my dad loves you, he's crazy about you. And he supports our relationship, as does my whole big family."

"Except your mother."

"My mother doesn't like anyone. It's not personal."

"I guess in that case it is. Your mother's a Bloodkeeper, she's seen all my past and knows all the terrible things I've done, I never expected her to approve of our relationship, but I also didn't imagine she'd make my life hell. She criticizes me at every possible moment, and I can't kill her because she's my mother-in-law.

"She made my life hell too, but now she seems to want to fix things, maybe it's different. Babe, I did not want that either, but please, just this once, if she does something, I will send her away. But make an exception for me." Mia looked into her eyes, looking for a breach.

Kamilah sighed, thoughtful.

"Alright, for you." She knew perfectly well that there was nothing she didn't agree with when it came to Mia, she could deny it and roll her eyes and say it was stupid and kill anyone who told her, but she knew that if Mia asked her to stop a moving train, she would. And even if she had to accept the devil woman itself in her house, she would accept to please her wife.

#choices you play #kamilah sayeed #bb #kamilah x mc #play choices #bloodbound #bloodbound mc

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1-800-imagines · 4 years

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Hurt (Lake x John B Imagine)

Read more John B x Lake here!

authors note: another stand alone bc i have no inspo for how to start the main story

You, Topper, Milo, and Reed were all out with your stepdad deep sea fishing. Topper did not want to be here in the slightest, but you didn’t mind. Your stepdad had offered for John B to come but Topper has pitched a HUGE fit and said it was him or John B so your mother apologized and said John B could come another time.

You were annoyed with Topper but were determined not to let it ruin your time with your little brothers and stepdad. Milo was excited because this was his first big boy fishing trip and your mom had wanted you to go to keep an eye on him.

You guys had been fishing for a couple hours and Topper had been drinking some of your stepdad’s beer without permission. You honestly didn’t care. That was until Jeff asked if he wanted to drive the boat.

It was too late, you were making sure Milo and Reed had their life jackets on secured and about to put yours on when the boat lurched. You lost your footing a little. Topper gunned the engine and you went off the edge. You heard Milo and Reed scream as you slammed into the water, hard. You didn’t fully land onto the water either, you landed onto something solid and blood pooled around you.

You were immediately woozy and being sucked under the water. Jeff jumped in after you and hauled you out a few moments later. You were extremely disoriented by the time he got you on the boat and in an extreme amount of pain, tears streaming down your face.

“You okay, Lakey? You okay?” Milo asked, petting your hand and sitting with you. You tried to move your arm to sit to motion him to sit with you but you cried out in pain so you just nodded best you could.

“Dammit Topper. Go get something to stop the bleeding on her head. I’ll drive.” Jeff said.

“Reed, take Milo over there.” You said and motioned with your head, “I’ll be okay, Mi. Jus need to stop the bleeding.” Your words were slurring together. You could hear Jeff on the radio already asking for medical attention. “Reed, text John B with my phone when we get there. Kay?” It was the last thing you managed to say before passing out.

You woke up in the hospital, groaning. Your head was throbbing and the lights were blinding. You noticed a familiar face holding your hand, “Hi,” You said softly.

He looked up and smiled, “Hey Huds,” He said, his current favorite body of water was the Hudson River so that was your name right now. “Reed called me crying on your phone saying you’d been hurt real real bad. He said you asked for me. I came right away.”

You smiled that your small brother had actually completed your request. You knew if you had asked Topper, he would have just ignored you. “Where’s Top? And what happened?”

“He left. The cops showed up and wanted to drug test him so he fled. Your mom covered for him.” You groaned, typical Topper mixing coke and booze. “You hit a rock when you went overboard and broke your collarbone and gave yourself a concussion.”

“Makes sense.” You smiled, halfway.

“Got some pretty cool stitches though. You look like a badass.” He said and smoothed your hair back, tucking a piece behind your ear.

“Thanks for coming.” You said and squeezed his hand, “It means the world to me.”

“Of course. Reed and Milo are still here. Your mom is keeping them out because of the noise.”

“They can be quiet if they know it’s for me. ‘Specially Milo. Send em in.” You said. John B nodded and leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the forehead. You grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him back down for a real kiss, “Don’t treat me like I’m broken, John B.” You murmured.

He shook his head and kissed you once more before walking towards the door, “Glad you’re feelin’ like yourself, Huds.” When he opened the door and motioned, Milo ran to the door but stopped and walked in calmly.

“Hey buddy,” You smiled, “I’m sorry about today. That was probably really scary for you.” Reed walked in after him, “But thank you both for being so brave and taking care of me. And thank you Reed for calling John B.” Both boys grinned, impressed they were getting praise.

Your mom walked in, obviously stressed. She walked up to you and tears streamed down your face, “I’m so glad you’re okay. Topper is grounded....”

“It’s okay, mama. I’m just glad it was me and not the boys.” You said in a whimper. That’s when she broke. You both knew he needed help. She hugged you for a moment and nodded.

You were released from the hospital after a few more hours of observation and tests. You were on heavy duty pain meds and had a sling. Topper was MIA.

John B came with your family to your house and stayed with you to keep you company. Your mom didn’t even fight it. Milo also didn’t leave your side. It was the three of you in your bed with John B on your hurt side and Milo on the other.

That was the best nights sleep you got in a while.

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foreveranevilregal · 3 years

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First Line Tag

I was tagged by @bubulona. Thank you!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

Tagging is always optional.

Smut will be italicized. All links are AO3, unless starred; those are FFN.

Under a cut since this got long.

1. let me take care of you (Dark, KatHannah)

Katharina frowned, looking down at the papers sprawled around the kitchen table.

2. Give and Take (Dark, KatHannah)

She heard her front door open and close, heavy footsteps stalking towards the kitchen.

3. All the Labels and Great Expectations (Kate & Allie, Kallie)

“Tell me again why we’re even bothering to put up mistletoe in the first place?” Allie asked, leaning against the wall as Kate hung the sprig in the kitchen doorway.

4. Mamma Mia, Here We Go Again! (Kate & Allie, Kallie)

“But Mo-om,” Chip whined. “You promised!”

5. The Enigma of Eleanor (The Good Place, Cheleanor BrOTP)

Chidi Anagonye considered himself a fairly observant person.

6. Take a Chance on Happiness (Once Upon a Time, Mamma Mia AU)

"Come on, guys!" Henry shouted, running ahead. "Mom's going to kill me if I'm not home soon. Do you slowpokes want to see it or not?"

7. Getting Back on the Horse (Once Upon a Time, Regal Snow)*

It was a sunny day; unusual so early in the season.

8. Happy Anniversary (Once Upon a Time, Stable Queen)*

Regina sat at her desk, steadily making her way through the massive pile of paperwork stacked neatly in the metal bin on the corner of her desk.

9. It’s Not Easy Being Queen (Once Upon a Time, Green Queen)*

It was sundown.

10. Villains Don’t Get Happy Endings (Once Upon a Time, Regal Believer)*

Henry looked at the numerous shelves lining the wall in the spacious room.

11. Underneath the Stars (Once Upon a Time, Stable Queen)*

"Daniel, wait up!" Regina called out breathlessly, chasing her stable boy down to the bottom of the moonlit hill.

12. I’m Nobody’s Second Choice (Once Upon a Time, Swan Queen)*

He kissed her, sweetly but passionately, meshing his body to hers.

13. Even Evil Queens Get the Sniffles (Once Upon a Time, Swan Queen)

Emma was having the best day at work she could have ever imagined.

14. Light My Fire (Once Upon a Time, Swan Queen)

It had been five days.

15. Before I Die (Once Upon a Time, Swan Queen)

It was finished.

16. Great Acoustics (Once Upon a Time, Swan Queen)

"Do you feel ready, sweetie?" Regina asked Henry as she drove him and Emma to Storybrooke Elementary School.

17. Simple Pleasures (Once Upon a Time, Swan Queen) (rated M)

Regina Mills did not consider herself the type of woman who was easily soothed by simple pleasures.

18. Of Mothers and Misunderstandings (Once Upon a Time, Swan Queen)

"See you later." Henry let his hand slip from Regina's, leaving it hanging by her side.

19. To Believe I Walk Alone (How I Met Your Mother, Barney/Robin)

"From the heart, I say to you, get the hell out of this car" Ted said to her with a gentle squeeze of her hand.

20. Tell Me a Story, Mama (Once Upon a Time, Regal Believer, Stable Queen)

"Okay Henry, are you all comfortable and ready to go to sleep?" Regina asked as she lovingly fussed over his blankets, tucking him in and sitting next to him on the bed.

There weren’t really any trends, other than me preferring character centric openings as opposed to something more general.

My favorite is the one from Simple Pleasures. I’m proud of that one.

I tag: @therubbleoroursins, @delovelie, @evilsnowswan, @darkpoisonouslove, @her-majesty-wears-jeans, @waknatious, and anyone else who wants to do this!

#bubulona #tag game #my fanfics #things i learned #i need to post more of my stuff to ao3 #i've apparently written somewhat more than 20 fics #so that's something to be proud of

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bebepac · 4 years

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Fireworks

I am participating in @wackydrabbles prompt # 48 “Maybe it was confusing, but it’s wasn’t like anyone really cared, will appear in bold.

This is chapter 3 of Pop’s Place. To see what you’ve been missing so far, Please click here: Pop's Place Masterlist

Summary: Mia and Daniel take a day trip to Wrightsville Beach to hang out on Hana’s boat with Maxwell, Leo, Liam, Penelope, Drake and Olivia.

Warnings: Profanity, underage drinking, Olivia being an ass. Mia pulls out some ginger jokes for Olivia.

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Word Count: 1286

Song inspiration for this chapter In This Diary by The Ataris

https://youtu.be/0SbxNQYblY0

I don’t own rights to the music.

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“No biggie, we’re just going to be on a boat at Wrightsville Beach with the rich kids from Prestonwoods. This is totally our life now thanks to you Mia. Best summer Ever.”

“Summer has only just begun, Daniel!" Mia said.

She was pulling the convertible top up on her car, when she heard a whistle.

She glanced back seeing a Black SUV pull up next to them.

Of course, it was Leo being absolutely obnoxious.

He jumped out of the car, grabbing Mia in a bear hug. “Mama Mia Dancing Queen, what up girl?!?!?!”

“Hey Leo.” Mia smiled at him.

“What’s in the coolers?” He pointed to Mia and Daniel’s matching pink coolers.

“Sammiches. What’s your contribution to this boat trip?”

“We brought the liquors.” She watched as Leo spun a bottle in his hand, then went a little over ambitious with it and the bottle slipped from his hand hitting the ground and breaking.

Mia jumped back just in time.

Liam, Drake, and Maxwell walked around the SUV.

Leo was still staring at the ground in shock.

Drake laughed.

“I don’t know what just happened.” He said with a dumbfounded look on his face.

Maybe it was confusing, but it wasn’t like anyone really cared.

“What did you do?!?!?!?!?!” Maxwell screamed.

Okay scratch that. Maxwell cared.

Liam shrugged his shoulders. “We have 5 more… so… I think we’re good.”

Drake walked over to Mia, taking her cooler before anyone else had a chance.

“I got that for you.” He said with a smile.

“Thanks.”

“Have you guys been over here before?” Maxwell inquired.

“To the beach yes, but not this side.”

“Hana’s family has a house at the beach. So we have to walk to her private access gate.”

“Oh okay.”

As they walked over to the private access gate, Drake took Mia’s hand, while they walked. Daniel gave her a thumbs up sign.

There was really a man dressed in a suit holding a sign that said “Guests of Hana Lee.”

As soon as they got on the yacht, not so much a boat, Hana grabbed Mia by one hand and Daniel by the other. “You have got to see these! I know you will love them!” She was showing Mia and Daniel her new designs.

Last to arrive were Olivia, and Penelope.

She noticed as soon as Penelope got onto the boat, both of them were wearing the same swimsuit.

Of course Olivia noticed right away.

“Isn’t that hilarious, Penelope, you’re twinning with the new girl.” She looked Mia over. “I’m surprised that swim suit actually came in your size.”

“Liv cut it out.” Liam looked at her annoyed.

“Why are you defending her Liam? That’s Drake’s job. Are you gunning for Drake’s job?”

“Olivia, not everyone wears a size Bitch like you do. Mia and Penny look great in their bathing suits.”

“Old Navy rocks!” Penny said to Mia, giving her a high five. Maybe Penny wasn’t so bad. “Liv thought I spent $100 on her birthday gift. $5.99 at Old Navy.” Penny whispered.

Okay Penny was not bad at all.

Leo made everyone drinks, that were about 90% alcohol with a splash of the mixer.

“No thanks,” Mia said when he went to hand her a red solo cup.

“You’re breaking my heart girl!!!” Leo had a sad look on his face.

“I am not much of a drinker, sorry Leo.”

Liam had planned for this. He had noticed Mia didn’t drink at the pool party either. “Mia, come over here, I have some waters, sodas, and apple juice.”

He flipped open their big charcoal gray yeti cooler.

“What would you like?”

Mia gasped. “I love this apple juice in the glass bottles.”

“So do I, you mean to tell me you have something in common with Richie Rich?”

Mia laughed. “Can you let that go already? It was bound to happen I guess wasn’t it?” He got one handing it to her, and then himself one.

“You’re not drinking either?”

“I don’t have to drink to have a good time. It’s the company. Cheers.”

She clinked her bottle against his.

She walked back over to Drake.

“Don't let Liam fool you, he drew the short straw, he's DD tonight.”

“That makes sense.”

“Your friends are fun, well minus Olivia. Next time let’s just be us. Okay? I want to get to know you better, without all this going on.”

“I promise Mia.” Mia kissed him.

“Get a room.” Leo exclaimed.

"Why you mad bro?"

“So weird to see Drake with a girlfriend isn’t it Liam?” Olivia said intently staring at him. “You really should work on hiding your jealousy better. It’s all over your face.” she whispered to him.

Finally it was time to eat before they took the jet skis out on the water. Everyone put their combined items on the table.

Pops had let Mia go to the restaurant and make sandwiches with hoagie rolls, and her and Daniel had made nice sandwiches for everyone.

Olivia sneered. “Ugh sandwiches, isn’t that like poor people's food?”

“I’m so sorry Olivia.”

“Whaaat?” Maxwell inquired.

“Mia’s about to get that ass!” Liam whispered to Leo and Drake.

“If I would have known you were going to be here Olivia, I would have packed you a soul to eat. But as you can tell, I’m fresh out. So I guess it’s poor people's food, or your soulless ass is going to starve. You decide, because I'm tired of playing around with you. You got one more time. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Everyone laughed.

But she noticed Olivia shut her damn mouth and ate a whole sandwich.

“Why are we doing this again Drake?” she was bobbing into the water next to the jet ski. He pulled her on behind him.

“I’ll tell you exactly what it is, you two are both alpha females and neither of you back down from a challenge.”

“So you better win Drake. No pressure.”

“We all have our parts to play.”

She glanced to her right seeing Liam and Olivia on the jet ski next to them.

“You know they dated right?”

“Not a surprise at all.”

"Hold on tight."

"So to the buoy and back first one back gets bragging rights for the rest of the day. In 3…..2…..1…."

Before Leo said go Liam took off spraying them with water.

Drake took off behind him. Mia screamed in delight holding tight to Drake. By the halfway point around the buoy they got there at the same time. Olivia scowled at them. On the way back Drake saw his opportunity to take the lead. They headed for a huge wave Liam was avoiding. Mia saw it at the same time.

"Oh my God!" She screamed bloody murder while the jet ski went airborne for a few seconds. Landing in a splash a few meters in front of Liam and Olivia claiming the win.

Back on the yacht "Bragging rights to Drake and Mia!" Leo screamed."Liam… you fumbled at the one yard line."

When night fell, she could tell Hana was super excited.

"What is it?" Mia and Daniel asked.

"My dad has a fireworks display planned for us that should be starting right about…. "

Everyone looked up hearing the crackle of the fireworks, as the display began. Mia immediately found Drake to sit by his side. He put his arm around her. She snuggled closer to him.

She noticed Liam watching them. Drake saw too but neither of them cared, as he pulled her closer to him kissing her.

The way Mia felt as he kissed her, under those fireworks, took Mia's breath away. Maybe Mia really did want a boyfriend, and maybe….that guy was Drake.

#bebepac writes #pops place #trr fanfic #trr fandom #drake walker #liam #cordonia #summer vacation #trr mc x drake #fireworks #trr olivia #trr maxwell #fun in the sun #wrightsville beach #wacky drabbles

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witchyangela · 4 years

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Twilight tag game!

pick 5-10 characters and write your take on the canon version of them vs. fanon version of them. fanon doesn’t have to be what is generally accepted in the fandom, it can be your own idea of what you think a character is like. then tag the same number of people as characters you pick, if you can.

Ay thanks so much for the tag @leahclearwaterdefensesquad and @teamjacobthot !!! Gonna use this opportunity to talk about my BOIS, cos ngl running @incorrectwolfpack has given me many ideas !!!! (I also wanna do characters I haven’t seen many of these about!! So I’m leaving out som of my faves!!)

Paul

Paul doesn’t really have a huge amount of personality in canon that isn’t just ~angry~ which ... hmmm has some implications.. plus like annoying to Jake and loyal to Sam? Like okay let’s give this boi some flavour!

Anyway the way the fandom stuff I’ve seen and I interpret Paul is as a Snarky irrerevent lad! Like he’s a lil mean sometimes but it’s always like fun mean, and he would never hurt anyone! Plus he has a *super secret* soft side that literally everyone knows about, plus he still defo steal Jakes chips because ngl that was funny. He’s also super close to his friends, especially Jared and Sam, and he loves them with his whole heart.

Jared

Really he’s much the same as Paul in canon except with even less personality! Like I looked at the guide and his only personality was “good vision” ... I ...

Anyway my Fanon Jared is just the most of a himbo a mans can be! Like he’s the epitome of pure of heart dumb of ass. He loves his gf and his friends and he loves doin dumb risky stuff cos of his wolf powers! He is super close with Emily also ( ac this is kinda canon) and he loves to bake with her! He’s just alround nice and fun, and his kindness and dumbassery is really well balanced out by his BFF Paul’s sarcasm and way more common sense.

Embry

Again! Canon Embry is kinda a typical boy, like cars and that and his dad is a mystery and like... that’s it? This is one of Jakes best friends Smeyer, a personality pls!!

Anyway my fanon Embry is a bit of an emo, a bit anxious, but he’s trying! He has a lot of work though especially dealing with not telling his mom about being a wolf, and I think that it makes him a little more serious sometimes, still he can forget about that when he’s with his friends!! I’m also very married to the idea of him mama Mia-ing his potential dad jsut cos of the power of that! Also he’s a car boi like Jake and he’s learning to surf... with mixed results.

Quil

This is getting to be a pattern, but yeah again! No real canon personality... like he likes cars less than jake and embry and he was worried about them when they phased but..?

Anyway I see Quil as probs the most book smart of their lil trio, like he’s one of those people who gets straight As without really studying? He’s also probably the most confident, he has a super close supportive family and he tends to be loud and outgoing.( an aside to this, wtf didn’t Smeyer let any of the wolves have two parents?) He is always ready to tell people what he thinks, and and is his high school has a debate team? He is on it.

Emily

Canon Emily could honestly be in the running for most tragic woman, which is wild cos smeyer loves to make her women suffer... she’s an angelic survivor of male violence (ugh i can barely type this) and she lives only to cook for her boys. She suffers under the racist, sexist writing and is basically a cardboard cutout.

Anyway the first step of my Fanon Emily is that Sam can’t have been the thing that gave her the scars. It is such an awful story point and goes completely against the idea of the wolves as protectors. To better fit the themes it works if she was attacked by a predatory vampire or even just a regular bear. Then was rescued by the wolves. It fits better and shows how they actually help the people in their communtity. As for her personality, I see her as someone who is deeply sensible and self assured, the kind of person who would make a fantastic teacher, and who is deeply passionate about the traditional crafts she teaches. She loves working with her hands and tends to stress bake, which is why her house is always full of too many baked goods. Oh and she’s still best friends with Leah.

Anyway hope y’all enjoyed my rambling 😂 I’m tagging @twilightisgaynow @big-idiot-wolf-boys @embrycallsmuffin @missbellaswan @jasperwhitcock and anyone else who fancies a go!!!

#tag game #twilight #paul lahote #jared cameron #quil atera #embry call #emily young #sorry jake and leah i love u but everything i wanted to say has been said before and better!

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tiredtuff · 3 years

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tagged by @hugbeam! i don’t remember if I’ve ever been tagged in one of these before lol so I’ll give it a go!

I don’t know 20 people so I’ll just tag my favourites @schnozzbun-art @tarnhag @lesbionage @ninja-kitty-more-like-no and @bageldork if he still uses this site

here we go, under the cut:

1. name/nickname: Tuff!

2. gender: gend her? i don’t even know her! (nb lesbian, she/they)

3. star sign: it’s either aquarius or pisces idk

4. height: 5'7″? I think?

5. time: 7:43 AEDT

6. birthday: february

7. favorite bands/groups: (oh god i have bad taste plz don’t judge) owl city, lemon demon, lizzo, password:password, fall out boy, patti lupone, vetta borne, alice francis, studio killers, carly rae jepson, mika, ok go, etc etc

8. favorite solo artist: at the moment it’s Vetta Borne! love her,,,

9. song stuck in my head: mr sandman because i was singing it with a mate while waiting for the bus lol

10. last movie: 100% wolf (for research for my job teehee)

11. last show: binge watching the nanny with a glazed look in my eye as i try to remember what it was like to be around other human beings

12: when did i create this blog: april 2013... mama mia that was almost 8 years ago...

13. what do i post: whatever im obsessed with atm. i barely post anymore-- atm either tf2 or dc

14. last thing googled: "i know now meme madoka”

15. other blogs: i have 2 art blogs, one full of fanart and regular art that i barely touch, and my tf2 art quarantine blog that i update biweekly

16. do i get asks:

a few

17. why did i choose this url: my name is tuff and i am tired

18. following: 1021

19. followers: 363 | 1792 | 1596

20. average hours of sleep: 5 or 6 at night, +3 or +5 if i nap, 12 if i have the time on the weekend, and all of it is interrupted by 1-3 nightmares per session

21. lucky number: i don’t really have one but me and 69 get along fine

22. instruments: clarinet, saxophone, some percussive instruments, gumleaf

23. what am i wearing: black jeans and a hawaiian shirt with a black hoodie over the top in 27 degree weather (80.6 farhenheit)

24: dream job: literally the one I’m at now ;v; I’m working on m@rvel’s what if series as a layout artist and I’m having SUCH a good time ♥♥♥

25: dream trip: TEXAS, USA

26. favorite food: i stress bake so im morally obligated to say brownies but i dont have an oven atm so i guess savoury french toast

27. nationality: white australian

28. favorite song: at the moment probably girls by vetta borne

29. last book read: a layout textbook they had in a bookshelf at uni

30. three fictional universes you’d like to live in: whatever animal crossing has going on, pokermons, or the dc universe just so i could cyber bully bruce wayne

#long post #one of those tag thingies #thanks for tagging me i will name my firstborn after u era

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tyrannysaurusfloof · 4 years

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Bitter Taste | Shyan

Pairing: Shane/Ryan Tags: First Kiss, Developing Relationship, Fluff. Word Count: 2324 Series: Barren Landscapes - Odd stories of Shane and Ryan on road trips. Summary: It had been an odd summer. Filming Unsolved was always odd. Be it constant travelling for Supernatural, or depressing and gritty details for True Crime, Shane had found both seasons leaving an odd and unappealing taste in his mouth after filming. He had said nothing to Ryan because he still truly enjoyed their work together, and enjoyed spending time with Ryan, but things felt different. Off kilter almost, like there was a tension beneath the surface that needed to be spoken about and yet hadn’t been identified. As Shane’s hands began to change to a dusty black from prodding about in the engine, he decided to think about Ryan instead. Those thoughts always brought him happiness, a quiet comfort in the lackluster process that his brain had become. Things were sluggish around him, unless it was about Ryan. A/N: Listening to Jet Pack Blues by FOB and sitting in a hot car with the window rolled down made me think of these boys on a road trip and it spiralled into this. It’s the beginning of a series of the boys on a road trip to somewhere I think.

-- Read on AO3 --

“Pull over.”

Ryan spoke the command in a relatively calm voice considering the situation they were in. They were driving down a thin barren road, barely big enough for one car, in the middle of nowhere, and several warnings, including the ‘check engine’ light, were flashing on the dashboard and their rented car was not doing so well. It made a grinding noise as they moved and Shane felt the steering heavy under his hands as he maneuvered the vehicle onto a rocky patch off the side of the road, the passenger’s side brushing against the pussy willows and weeds of the fields around them. He honestly couldn’t recall where they were going to, which episode of Unsolved they were travelling to film, or why they had taken a car for themselves instead of going with the crew, and it didn’t matter right now.

All that mattered right now was fixing the car.

Or hoping that one of them had cell service to call for assistance.

It was hotter in the car than the temperature outside, Shane noted as he climbed from the vehicle, not bothering to check the road before he did. They had not seen another car in around three hours, and considering the landscape was simply barren, cracked earth spotted with grass, weeds, pussy willows and tree stumps, Shane didn’t expect them to see any cars or other people for another couple at least.

He moved to the boot of the car and shimmied their bags aside to find the tool kit that he had thrown in. Shane didn’t pretend to have a mastery of mechanics, but there was always a niggling part of him that said he should be prepared for long journeys in the wilderness, probably instilled from trips with his dad. Or his boy scout days. And so there was a tool kit for basic mechanics in the boot, hidden by Shane’s bags, and he grabbed it now to check under the hood, pausing only to pop it open with a lever inside the car and grab the manual itself for the vehicle.

Ryan was staring out into the wilderness when Shane rounded the front of the car. He had an eye for aesthetics and places that would make beautiful pictures, and true to form his phone was in his hands, tilted landscape but the camera wasn’t open. No, instead Ryan seemed lost in thought, so Shane left him to it, finding he easily lost himself in his thoughts too as he propped up the hood of the car and looked inside.

It had been an odd summer.

Filming Unsolved was always odd. Be it constant travelling for Supernatural, or depressing and gritty details for True Crime, Shane had found both seasons leaving an odd and unappealing taste in his mouth after filming. He had said nothing to Ryan because he still truly enjoyed their work together, and enjoyed spending time with Ryan, but things felt different. Off kilter almost, like there was a tension beneath the surface that needed to be spoken about and yet hadn’t been identified.

As Shane’s hands began to change to a dusty black from prodding about in the engine, he decided to think about Ryan instead. Those thoughts always brought him happiness, a quiet comfort in the lackluster process that his brain had become. Things were sluggish around him, unless it was about Ryan. Honestly, Shane was no fool to what they meant, to what these thoughts meant in terms of his heart, but he had yet to speak that realisation aloud. And he probably never would. The friendship he shared with Ryan was too important to mess it up with complicated feelings, and there was always the anxious part of his brain that told him it was better to have the close friendship they had now rather than the awkward one that would develop if Ryan rejected him.

Shane always thought in ifs. It wasn’t a case of “when” Ryan rejected him, because Shane wasn’t sure if the man would. They shared such intimate moments that Shane could believe that Ryan would reciprocate those feelings, but it changed nothing.

Bugs chirped around them as Shane wiped his forehead and pulled back from being bent over the engine.

“I didn’t know you were so good with cars.”

Ryan’s voice came out of nowhere and it actually succeeded in making Shane jump, resulting in him banging his head hard on the raised hood of the car.

“Holy shi-, are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

They stared at each other for a moment before they both started laughing, the sound drowning out the bugs and slight breeze and echoing around them.

“So, care to share where you got so good with cars?” Ryan asked and Shane smiled, his eyes creasing as he did.

Ryan liked it when Shane smiled like that.

“I’m not that great,” Shane replied honestly, “But I think I can get us at least to civilisation before we die.”

“Can’t say it wouldn’t be nice to haunt this place.” Ryan joked, “It’s beautiful.”

“It is.”

They both fell silent, Ryan crossing the road to take more pictures and Shane bending back into the car again. He couldn’t really tell what was wrong, but he fiddled and he hummed to himself, and twenty minutes later when he turned the ignition, the car came on with only one warning light. It was the ‘check engine’ light, but it was better than before.

Shane climbed back out to call to Ryan and found he couldn’t see him. In any other place he might not have been that concerned, but this place had nowhere to hide, even for the little guy, and there was no denying the thrill of fear that shot down Shane’s spine.

“Ryan?!” He called, voice steady, “Did you fall asleep in the grass?”

Silence greeted him.

Slamming the hood of the car down, switching it off and grabbing his backpack from the boot, Shane locked the car and began to follow the crushed grass and bent fronds that showed where Ryan had walked. Internally he was cursing Ryan for wandering off. It was bad enough the car had all but broken down in the middle of nowhere, but they really didn’t need to be dealing with a potential injury, or even Ryan disappearing for a few hours.

It was getting dark already.

“Ryan!”

He kept calling Ryan’s name, hoping the desperation stayed out of it as he turned and saw the car was a speck in the distance.

How had he walked so far?

Why had he walked so far?

It didn’t make sense, Shane didn’t see any shots out here that would be aesthetically pleasing than those near the car, but he also didn’t have Ryan’s eyes or vision for things like this.

Damn, it was getting dark fast.

“Ryan! Answer me!” He called out, not caring this time if the desperation crept into his tone, and though he expected silence, his heart hammered when he heard a faint response.

“Shane!”

The echo of Ryan’s voice sounded like it was coming from below him, which was odd. Scanning the ground, Shane spotted Ryan’s phone almost immediately, scooping it up and noticing the screen was a little scratched. Looking a little further on, Shane finally saw where Ryan most likely had gone - a hole in the cracked earth.

Sure enough, when he looked down into the darkness, using his phone as a torch, Ryan’s terrified eyes shone back.

This would have been an amusing bit had they been filming Unsolved. Shane would make jokes about Ryan being down a hole, most likely distracting him as the crew fashioned a way to get him out. If it was a ghost infested place, Shane would have definitely been singing to Ryan to keep him calm, probably Mama Mia like he always did, and maybe that was what Ryan was expecting right now as he stared up at Shane from the bottom of a hole, but this wasn’t a bit. They weren’t filming Unsolved and they didn’t have a crew behind them. It was just Ryan and Shane and fading light and the heat was still high and who knew what animals would be out here when the sun fully went down.

Everyone said Shane didn’t scare easily, and that was true. But right now, he was scared.

“Are you okay?” He called down, testing the ground around the top of the hole to make sure he wouldn’t go in after Ryan. “D’you hurt anything?”

“My ankle a bit, and my wrist.” Ryan replied, voice still echoey. “But I don’t think it’s bad. Can you reach to get me out?”

“Maybe.”

No matter what, Shane had to get Ryan up and out of the hole. Leaving him was not an option because he knew he probably wouldn’t find him again, not in this landscape with this panic running through his head. Ryan seemed to be able to tell Shane was scared, because his own expression changed from the familiar scared one, to a familiar smile.

“You got this Shane, you’re eighty percent leg so you’ve got a lot of you to dangle in.”

The words made Shane laugh and he felt better, but something else was pressing against his tongue. He had just been telling himself he didn’t want to ruin this friendship, and yet now he was in this situation, Shane felt he needed to say something. The odd tension between them, the bitter taste on Shane’s tongue when they filmed, the ache he was left with when they went home for the day, or they worked on different things and didn’t spend as much time together, he needed to tell Ryan what that was.

What it all was.

They would be forever changed when Shane got Ryan free, but he was willing to take that risk.

“I have to tell you something.” Shane began as he lay on the ground and reached into the hole, as bent as he dared be to make sure he had enough strength to pull them both up.

“Can it wait?” Ryan asked, clambouring to his feet with a hiss of pain and reaching for Shane’s. Their fingertips were a hair's breadth from brushing against each other and Ryan cursed. “I wanna get out of here.”

“I can speak and help.”

Shane sat up and stripped off the jacket and backpack he was wearing, already formulating an idea. He tied the sleeve of the jacket to the backpack handle, and held the other, before lowering it into the hole.

“Ryan-.”

“Look Shane...I know. I know what you’re going to say.” Ryan interrupted, grabbing the bag and testing it. “I know you need to say it but...but I don’t know if now is the time!”

“You’re probably right.” Shane laughed mirthlessly, “Yeah, it probably isn’t.” He felt Ryan’s weight on the bag and began to pull, straining with all he had to lift Ryan up and out of the hole.

“But-.”

“You need to get it out.” Ryan completed, “Despite being afraid it’ll ruin things?”

“How do you know?” Shane grunted, feeling a small sense of relief as he saw the top of the backpack appear. “How?”

“Because I-.”

Ryan’s words were interrupted by a small tearing sound and Shane moving fast. His jacket sleeve was ripping, not strong enough to hold Ryan’s weight hanging freely as he was and Shane needed to do something. He reached blindly into the hole and managed to grab the backpack, Ryan shouting out a line of expletives as the jacket fully tore and fell down into the dusty darkness. The hold Shane had on the bag was cutting off circulation in his fingers, he was pretty sure he had cut himself in his desperation, but he still had hold of Ryan, and with his remaining strength coupled with adrenaline, he hauled Ryan up so he could grab the side of the hole and help get onto solid ground.

They lay there side by side panting for a while, listening to the bugs and the howls and the breeze of nature around them, fingers brushing, chests heaving.

“You don’t...have to say it.” Ryan wheezed after what felt like an eternity lay in breathy silence.

“It’ll ruin everything.” Shane muttered, “But I have to.”

“Won’t ruin anything.” Ryan said, sitting up and examining his ankle with another hiss of pain. “Shane...I know how it feels. I wanna tell you stuff too but I’m also afraid of how things will change. So...why say anything?”

Ryan’s lips were chapped as they pressed against Shane’s, and for a moment Shane forgot how to both breath and kiss. He could feel Ryan’s chest vibrate with laughter before he was kissing back, hand finding Ryan’s where it rested on the ground and curling his fingers around it. Ryan was trembling, from excitement or fear or cold Shane couldn’t tell because he was trembling too.

“Change isn’t always bad.” Ryan whispered as they broke apart, gasping again in the cool air, “It’s also really good.”

Shane nodded, heart thumping. “We should...go back to the car.”

“You’ll have to help me.”

His arm slid easily under Ryan’s shoulders despite their heat difference, and as they hobbled back to the car, Shane found himself thinking of the beginning of their day. When the car had broken down he had been unsure, tense, and happy to sit on his secret for as long as necessary to keep this relationship at its peak. And even in the part of his mind where he had imagined Ryan would like him back, he had never anticipated or entertained the actuality of it.

But when Ryan kissed him again as Shane lent him against the door to open it for him, he wished he had said something sooner and taken that leap to clear the tension, because that bitter taste was gone.

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#shyan #buzzfeed unclean #skeptic believer #sh*ne madej #ry*n bergara #floofy fic #series #sorry if the read more doesn't show on mobile #tumblr be weird like that

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skullsontess07 · 3 years

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@ohsalamanders tagged me in this and it made me very happy. Thank you, Salma! So I will be spelling my URL in song titles now, lovies!

Start a Riot- DUCKWRTH and Shaboozey. I had to include one rap song because it would feel like I’m lying if I didn’t include rap. I chose this one because it’s off of Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse and that album slaps. It’s the honest truth. I enjoy screaming this song.

Knowing me, Knowing you- ABBA. My grandmother, the original. She loved Mama Mia and made me watch it religiously as I child. She would have loved the second movie so very much so this one goes out to her.

Under Pressure- Queen & David Bowie. Genuinely confused how this song has cured all the problems in the world but if only music could. Number 1 song for perform dramatically around my room.

Little Lies- Fleetwood Mac. Fleetwood Mac is my everything. 70’s music is my everything. Stevie Nicks.

Leave the City- Twenty One Pilots. I saw this in concert around Halloween 2018 in NYC and let me tell you I sobbed. This song still makes me cry and it was just such an experience that I hope to have again in a COVID free world.

Sweater Weather- The neighborhood. I—I mean it’s a good song but also... you know, but also no because I can’t make decisions or chose labels.

Ophelia- The Lumineers. I’m a theatre kid and a book nerd. So yes, I do enjoy me some good Shakespeare (not me being Titania in midsummer twice) with some dark academia vibes.

Nine to five- Dolly Parton. Technically this one doesn’t count because the song is 9 to 5, but I’m going to do it anyways because Dolly Parton is iconic and she shares a birthday with my grandfather, who loves her so I had to include Dolly.

Therefore I Am- Billie Eilish. It’s literally such a bop and I think I am the baddest bitch in the world when this comes on. Billie continues to not disappoint.

Empty Chairs At Empty Tables- Les Misérables. My first Broadway play and probably my only Broadway play I will ever see (thank you school). I like history, I like musicals. The angsty Remus Lupin vibes this song provides is only a plus.

She’s American- The 1975. Couldn’t be me if I didn’t include a 1975 song. I love Matty Healy just a little too much and it is what it. This is off probably one of my favorite albums to exist.

Save the Rock & Roll- Fall Out Boy. Yes, I was emo. Yes, I’m still probably emo. Also one of my favorite albums to exist. Our car was right next to their limbo and I had a lovely little chat with them from the car, very nice dudes

0... I can’t think of any songs that start with zero so I’m using this as a wildcard. I’m choosing Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls because I think that song is impeccable.

7 Rings- Ariana Grande. I’m a Slytherin, I have a Slytherin playlist. This is a Slytherin song, i don’t know how else to explain because otherwise it goes against my vibes.

I’m tagging anyone who wants to do this because it’s fun. Also this selection I provided is a trip.

#tag game #songs #music

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Sonny Carisi ~ 4th of July

Sonny takes you to Staten Island for some 4th of July celebrations but you aren’t a big fan of fireworks Words: 1620

Mama Carisi doesn’t do things in halves. You learnt that the very first time you met the Carisi family. ‘A little family dinner’ Sonny had told you. Little you thought... well your idea of little isn’t a 3-course home-cooked dinner that Mrs Carisi had been cooking all day. So when Sonny told you about the big 4th of July celebrations his mum put on you new it was going to be big.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t bring anything?” You asked as you made Sonny’s morning coffee

“Trust me Doll we don’t need to bring anything just you and me” Sonny chuckled

“Not even drinks?” Sonny just laughed, kissing your head and taking his coffee. “Okay well then who’s actually going to be there today?”

“Ma, Dad, Bella, Gina, Teresa, Mia, Tommy, some of my cousins, aunts and uncles, I think my Nonna is gonna be there... most of the neighbourhood probably” Sonny shrugged. He frowned when he saw you bite your lip “what are you worried about? You’ve already met all the important members of my family”

“Still”

“Doll, you can’t get nervous every time you meet someone in my family, you’ll be nervous for the rest of your life” Sonny smiled

“Rest of my life? You planning on keeping me around?” You grinned

“I would have married you the first day I met you” Sonny said putting the coffee he’d been drinking down and wrapping you in his arms

“Not even a year of dating and he’s talking marriage are you trying to scare me off?”

“You’re not going anywhere” Sonny said capturing your lips with his. Your lips moved in sync. You were practically drunk with his taste you loved it so much, it physically hurt you to pull away.

“Come on we need to get ready and go otherwise we’re going to be late” you said pushing him away from you

“We’re gonna be late anyway. There’s always traffic to Staten Island, they’ll never know what we are doing” Sonny smirked

“Yeah but I will and if I am spending it with your very catholic mother I am not spending it thinking about how I was sinning with her darling baby boy an hour before going to see her” You slapped Sonny’s hand away as he reached for you again “go get ready”

“Fine” he huffed going to the bedroom “and if my Nonna asks we sleep in separate beds and I’m a virgin”

It took just under an hour and a half to get to the Carisi house in Staten Island with the traffic. You loved coming to Staten Island with Sonny. You didn’t get to come out too often what with both your busy schedules but when you did you could physically see Sonny relax.

“When you say big you actually mean big” you commented as Sonny pulled up to his childhood home “Is the entire neighbourhood here?”

“Probably” Sonny grinned “Carisi fourth of July celebrations are kind of legendary in the neighbourhood”

“Then what are we doing out here?” you smiled and jumped out of the car. Sonny took your hand and led you around the house to the side gate. One word to describe the Carisi’s is loud but loud doesn’t even begin to describe the noise that was coming from the backyard. As Sonny pushed the gate open, your heart swelled at the sight. It was an all-American celebration. US flags hung around string lights, red, white and blue stars and streamers. Coolers filled with drinks, food cooking on the barbecue and kids running around.

It was like Uncle Sam had thrown up and you loved it.

“Uncle Sonny!” Sonny’s niece Mia ran up and wrapped her arms around him. Her voice alerted Sonny’s other nieces and nephews to his arrival and they were soon at his side.

“Oh y/n!” Sonny’s mum cried as she hugged you “it’s so good to see you again”

“Hey Mrs Carisi” you hugged her back

“Please love how many times do I have to tell you, call me Tess” she smiled before moving on to her son.

“Maaaa” Sonny rolled his eyes and Tess pinched his cheeks making you giggle. You gave Sonny’s sisters a hug before grabbing yourself a drink.

“About time you lot got here” Bella exclaimed bouncing baby Abbey in her arms

“We live busy lives Bells” Sonny said. As if on cue Abbey started reaching out for Sonny.

“Is that code for you were having sex?” Gina asked

“I don’t know what you are talking about, never heard of sex” Sonny spoke in a cute baby voice as he grabbed Abbey.

“Don’t talk about sex to my baby” Bella scowled

“And Nonna is inside” Teresa smirked at you

“He wishes it was sex” You laughed

“Okay, no more talking about our sex life with my sisters thanks” Sonny said as you all made yourself comfortable for the day.

You spent the day sitting around with various members of Sonny’s family - mainly his sisters, neighbours and people from Sonny’s past. Every so often Sonny would get pulled away by and niece or nephew who were begging to play with uncle Sonny. You loved watching Sonny with kids, he was always so good with them.

“Alright, guys I have to have a break” Sonny puffed after playing tag for over an hour. You giggled at the protests from the little people “I promise we can play again later”

“A bit of cardio for ya hey Sonny” Gina smirked making her sisters snicker

“I don’t know how they can keep going” Sonny huffed taking your hands to pull you out of your seat. He sat down before pulling you onto his lap. You kissed the side of his head and began running your fingers through his hair. Times like this you thanked God for blessing you with the life you had. For bringing Sonny into your life.

“Jack just got here with the fireworks” Tommy said walking up to the group with Abbey.

“Fireworks?” You asked

“Yeah every year the boys let off some fireworks, it’s actually pretty cool” Bella said

“Is that safe? I mean shouldn’t professionals do it?” You asked running your fingers through Sonny’s hair. Sonny just shrugged taking a sip of his beer.

“Probably but dad’s been doing this since we were kids” Teresa said “we’ve all done it, Sonny’s been helping dad do it since you were what....14?”

“12” Sonny corrected

“Yeah that really doesn’t feel safe” you said

“Sonny your dad wants you to come help set up so it’ll be all ready for when it gets dark” Tommy said. Sonny nodded and kissed your head before lifting you off his lap and putting you back in his seat and handing you his beer.

“Sonny!” You called after him but he kept walking with Tommy.

“Don’t worry y/n Sonny will be fine” Gina said

“And if he isn’t at least this time we have a nurse here” Bella laughed. The problem wasn’t that you were worried about Sonny, it was the fact that you didn’t like fireworks and Sonny didn’t know yet. You and Sonny began dating last August and you had worked on New Years so it never came up. You also thought it was kind of childish... you liked the look of fireworks but it was the loud noises that you weren’t a fan of.

“Alright everyone fireworks time!” Dominick Snr called. Everyone cheered and made their way to the backyard.

“Sonny I really don’t thin-“

“It’ll be fine love. I promise completely safe” Sonny said giving you a kiss “and if something happens you’ll patch me up yeah?”

“Of course” you said you wanted to just hold onto him but Tommy grabbed him as he walked past. You wrapped your arms around yourself as everyone settled in to watch. How bad could it really be?

...

“Alrighty, everything ready?” Dominick Snr asked

“All set” Tommy said

“Okay, Sonny let it rip” Dominick told his sonny. Sonny grabbed the lighter and lit the first lot of fireworks. He took a couple steps back and watch it blow. Everyone cheered and clapped as the sky lit up. Sonny smiled then looked to the crowd to find you as Tommy lit the next lot. Sonny couldn’t help but smile when he looked at you. Everything was just better with you. And his family loved you, he was convinced more than him. The more he watched you the more worried he became.

“Keep going without me” Sonny told his dad letting his lighter down and jogging back to the crowd of people. “Hey what’s wrong?” Sonny asked

“Huh? Nothings wrong”

“Come on Doll don’t lie to me” Sonny smiled pulling your bottom lip from under your teeth. It was your sign that you were anxious. You jumped slightly as the next lot of fireworks went off. “You don’t like fireworks”

“It’s not that I don’t like fireworks per say, I think they’re really pretty it’s more the-“ you jumped again

“The noise” Sonny sighed “why didn’t you tell me doll?”

“Because it’s silly and I’m fine” you reassured him

“We can go inside if you like?”

“No no no! You love the fireworks you’ve been looking forward to it all day!” You exclaimed “I’m not going to ruin your day”

“You can’t ruin anything Doll” Sonny smiled placing a kiss to your head. Sonny then stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You completely melted into his arm, finally able to relax. Every time a firework would go off and you would jump slightly and Sonny would give you a small squeeze to remind you he was there and that you were safe.

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