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aelingalathyniusrailme · 3 years

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If you find me on the edge, we’ll jump together.

Pirate au pt 4

azriel was so insanely close to sucker punching berdara. but unfortunately the bargain forbid him from hurting her until after they found the huge hall

he was heading towards his own ship when gwyneth stopped him. “pick your best men I can fit 5 maximum of you on my ship”

“and why exactly are we taking your ship”

“and why are you determined to be difficult” he nearly laughed at that, him difficult when she had spent the last 10 minutes toying with him at every chance.

“I am determined to be fair, we’ll play for it”

that peaked her interest as her eyes went wide “sword fighting, combat, cards, good old fashioned fists?!?” what was with this girl and fighting.

“uh no I was going to suggest rock paper scissors.”

“who hurt you to make you so damn boring”

“who made you a masochist”

gwyneth didn’t falter for a second “wouldn’t you like to know” she said with a lazy grin

“so majesty are we going to play or not?”

“best of three”

she put her fist up in answer.

once again I’ll cut to the chase, after many rounds and accused cheatings azriel won

“Oh fuck off” she grumbled while he smirked triumphantly

“that’s not very nice gwyneth” obviously her response was to give him the finger

“bite me”

“don’t give me any ideas”

“do what you need to do we leave at dawn”

“you’re going to be a delight on my ship aren’t you”

“always am” with that they went back to their respective crews and ships to prepare.

now that she had left to her own ship azriel thought over what had just happened. he wasn’t so much of a fool that he couldn’t admit she was beautiful, with hair of flaming locks and a slightly insane look in her eye. there was something about her that despite being incredibly violent she radiated a certain amount of joy. every insult, every quip was said with a bright smile on her face. and she had pinned him with an alarming amount of ease but he wouldn’t let that happen a second time

and fucking hell he had made a bargain. well he knew for sure this journey was going to be something else alright

on the shadowsinger azriel made an announcement to his crew “everyone sit your asses down and listen up. 5 ladies from the silver majesty are coming aboard our ship to assist us in our search for the huge hall. I am under bargain that no harm will come to any of them, so by affiliation every person aboard the shadowsinger is under the same bargain. you have any questions, take it up with rhys and cassian. I have shit to do in preparation for this voyage and to make sure our other ‘business partners’ stay up and running in our absence. do not bother me”

about an hour later he was once again alone in his chambers with his first mate and quartermaster.

“so you really believe they can lead us to it” cassian asked

“I believe that she made a bargain and knows the severity of a bargain.”

“you bound yourself to the captain of our biggest rival, who you currently want to murder, captain I trust you with my life but I hope you know what you’ve gotten us into” rhys ever the strategist

I hope so to he thought instead he said “I have thought over every possible outcome and we will come out of this with the huge hall and their heads strung up like trophies nailed to the wall.”

————— gwyn’s pov at the same moment—————

alright crew fortunately the shadowsinger is on board, pun not intended, unfortunately I lost rock paper scissors and now I will be choosing 5 of us to join them in our hunt for the huge hall. so Em, archeron, VIv, and cressieda you guys are coming with me, bring only as many weapons as you can fit on your person. nuala cerridwen you guys are in charge. if everything is not in order by the time I get back I will start slitting throats. there are instructions in my chambers. so fuck, drink, steal, kill you guys know the drill.”

gwyn sat with nesta and emerie strategizing

“how do you see this playing out” nesta asked

“oh we are going to walk away from this bleeding money with the shadowsinger kneeling at our feet”

------------------------back to azriel’s pov------------------------

azriel watched as for the first time since he had become a pirate, there were women on his ship indefinitely. to gwyneth’s right stood a tall slender women, with her hair in a simple braid, she was assessing his ship with eyes that looked far too old for her age

to berdara’s left was a thin women with eyes that cut through him, they were sharp and very resentful. she was devastatingly beautiful with two katanas at her hips. behind them were two women with white hair but their differences lay in their skin tone. one had the fair skin of the winter court while the other had dark skin that contrasted her hair marking her as from the summer court.

azriel looked over to his own crew. cassian was starring at the female with the swords practically drooling over himself while rhys looked indifferent.

lucien was also starring at the women to gwyneth’s left but he looked at her like he recognized her rather then whatever the fuck cassian was doing

the women noticed cassian and immediately threw a dagger at his head. it didn’t miss by much.

“hey!” cassian shouted. “if you had chopped off my hair I swear to fucking god I will rip out your throat like its nothing”

the girl looked him up and down and ignored him. “really you could have killed me”

so obviously she threw another one. it fell right between his arm and ribs

“berdara can I have a word please?”

“of course”

“rhys please make sure they don’t kill each other”

“no promises” he replied not looking up

gwyn followed him into his room.

“so shadowsinger, what do you want to talk about?” she gave him a light punch on the shoulder. he glared at her

“what do I want to talk about? hmm how about that girl just threw a dagger at my quartermaster. twice!”

“ok 1 that girls name is nesta and 2 if she wanted him dead he would be. so I consider that a great success” gwyn smiled earnestly.

“are you forgetting the bargain we just made?”

“clearly threats were not taking off the table or have you forgotten ‘i will dump you in the river’ or ‘i’m going to shoot you in the head’ or ‘i will leave your guts across the 7 courts’ etc. hers was just a little more physical thats all.”

“well can you try to control your crew” cheap shot but worth it, until gwyn broke out into a fit of laughter.

“me? control nesta? I thought you said you’ve heard the stories, you must have heard about the time she climbed 6 mountains in 5 different courts to find a man who ripped her off by 2 coppers. coppers! and I was all ‘that’s my girl’ because if there was one thing I’ve learned in this business it would be that men will take every single opportunity to tear you down but they can’t do that if they don’t have limbs.”

“great so your entire crew is just as insane as you are”

“we maybe insane but at least we aren’t crying over every dagger that comes within an inch of our hearts.”

“yes I’m sorry we would rather not fucking die”

“oh poor you, you must be a truly terrible pirate if death doesn’t stop at your door every once in a while.”

“you know I am very much regretting working with you at this moment”

“wait you aren’t in love with me? shocker.” gwyn’s whole demeanor changed and she brightened as if some realization struck. “but that reminds me I was told I need your help to find the treasure and I certainly don’t need more man power so how will you be contributing?”

“I had thought about that and I was think about something you-”

“aww you think about me?” azriel rolled his eyes

“I was thinking about something you said and I would like you to elaborate on the blank map.”

“no please?”

“please” he forced out

“well my informant who found me the map has never been wrong before and my witch says it reeks of magic.”

“you think its spelled.”

“I do”

“and you think I am going to help you uncover the magic?”

“indubitably” azriel was kind of impressed by her certainty

“aren’t you?”

“yes” he grumbled

“thought so, I’m smart like that.”

“of course you are perfect in every way possible”

“look any other day I would love for you to shower me in accurate compliments but we are kind of on a time crunch”

“yes majesty”

“you know what its kind of growing on me, I too consider myself a queen”

az ignored that and went to his closet. he opened the doors and unlocked the safe taking out the only thing in there. it was a small vile that contained a vibrant blue liquid. he gently carried it over to gwyn

“this is the last liquid fashioned by the last pheonix to ever exist”

“oh my fucking god you have pheonix piss” gwyn was practically jumping with glee.

“I mean I wouldn’t exactly put it that way but yes, the liquid of the pheonix was said to act as a serum to reveal ones truth. it should be powerful enough to break through any ward or spell. and while mostly used on people it should work on objects too.”

“wait wait wait, that could get you millions and you’re going to use it on this??”

“who’s drooling now? yes it could but this hall could get me more and I’d prefer it not in the hands of certain people.”

“alright I mean not really how I operate but it’s yours so you can do whatever you want with it.” “glad you approve, map?” gwyn cautiously pulled out the blank map and set it down on the table.

he opened the vile and began to pour it over the map, praying that this would not be in vain. the vile had cost him greatly. he looked down and gwyn stole the words from his mouth “holy fucking shit.”

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #pirate au #acosf #my babies #I do be lacking the motivation to write so part 5 might be in a while

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buffyversefanfiction · 3 years

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Slayer of Slayers

Warnings:I do not own, nor do I claim to own any of the copyright or characters within the Buffyverse which includes but not limited to the television shows Buffy and Angel, as well as the Darkhorse comics series’ continuation.

15+ Strong to moderate violence, Graphic to mild descriptions of gore, and torture, sexually charged scenes, sexual innuendos, mild to strong language, and practices of witchcraft.

M/M, F/F, M/F, GEN, OTHER +

PART SEVEN LINK HERE

Part Eight - Vampire Island

Theo Frey’s life had well and truly been a series of impossible events, his birth being miraculous conception between slayer and vampire, one of whom should never be able to produce any form of life, his birth then followed by being abandoned in the past and forced to grow up in the past, only to witness the death of his adoptive parents at the hands of Drusilla, which was then followed by Theo becoming a vampire slayer, falling in love with vamp Tobias, and becoming known as the slayer of slayers. And if that was not enough impossibilities within his life, he then witnessed his love Tobias’ death at the hands of old one Illyria, only to then die himself after being shot by former watcher Rupert Giles that saw him coming back to life as the world’s first vampire to have turned without a siring. Theo’s world had continued to crash around him, repeatedly, but for once his latest surprise was one he was happy about, that being declared a king of vampires following his survival after being staked, and now he was on a mission to earn that title, by finding this infamous vampire island, home to the first-ever Hellmouth, and the only place in the world that would solidify his claim as king amongst vampires, making him the most dangerous creature on the planet as the prophecies foretold and the only thing standing in his way, was his mother, Buffy the vampire slayer…

Buffy Summers had been out of the slaying game for what felt like forever but, it had only been over a year since she disappeared to the middle of nowhere, and as she returned, following the revelation of Theo, she found herself patrolling, hunting, and researching, 24/7, as she struggled to deal with her son’s hatred towards her and his many evil deeds, which she blamed herself for. The last time she saw her son she called his bluff about being ready to kill her, luckily things went Buffy’s way, and he couldn’t kill her in the end, but still to see her child so distraught, so broken, almost broke the once preppy and feisty blonde-haired vampire slayer. However, the fact he could not bring himself to kill her gave Buffy some hope that there was something still there deep within him that she could reach and after hearing news of his plans to take out Drusilla, those hopes grew, only to be dashed after learning her son had become something of a king among vampires. Buffy and Willow had been deep in the books within Willow’s San Francisco apartment for days, as they sought out to learn all they could about Theo’s prophecy as the first vampire not to be sired by another, as they learned the unnerving news that mother would either kill a son or be killed by a son, before going on to learn about a prophecy going back many centuries which detailed a self-sired vampire reigning king of an island, vampire island, and how his blood would open the world’s first Hellmouth, as they began to realize the importance of his birth, and why he was born, with Buffy beginning to fear that not only could her son not be saved but she may have to be the one to stop him. And before long Buffy and Willow hired a boat, enlisted the help of fellow vampire slayer Faith Lehane, and Illyria, and took to the sea with ancient books, maps, and spells directly linked to this mystical island of vampires, as they hoped to find the island, and to get there and destroy the Hellmouth before Theo had a chance of opening it, claiming his undead throne, and unleashing hell unto the world. “This child of yours sure knows how to cause trouble I bet you're missing the good old days when you only had to try to keep me in line.” Faith joked with Buffy as they stood to the port of the big yacht-like boat that they had rented, both slayers looking out towards the sea. “Well, I would not go as far as saying I’m nostalgic about rogue Faith and Sunnydale High, but things were much simpler back then for sure.” Buffy laughed, appreciating Faith’s humor during a difficult time for her. “Speak for yourself B, I do not want to sound all savior-like and everything, but we are going to get through to him Buffy without having to kill him.” Faith responded as she remained determined about her believes over Theo being redeemable. “If we were certain about that, I’d have got Angel on this mission instead of his super smurf sidekick and you’d have had his witch frenemy join us,” Buffy confessed to the fellow slayer, a slayer she had once become enemies with but had over time rebuilt their friendship. “I’m the slayer no matter what, and deep down you are the same…if I have to choose between the world or my son I’ll choose the world, Angel will choose his son, I guess that makes him the better parent and me the better, killer.” “It will not come down to that Buffy, I did not come on this mission to kill your kid and neither did you, we will stop him without killing him, and then you will ground his ass for at least a decade or two and we’ll go get some drinks.” Faith told Buffy, knowing Buffy was right but also knowing she did not want to admit it to her. “Being a slayer has cost me so much, forced me to sacrifice so much, and although I hate that more than anything if it comes down to it, I will continue to make those sacrifices because that is what a slayer does,” Buffy said in a defeated sigh, knowing that this quest to find the island of vampires could end with her killing her own son.

Later that very same night Theo stood at the front of a large shipment containing ship looking at the nearby island, with blood on his mouth, the blood coming from the human passengers of the boat that he and his group of vampires fed on while hiding out in the darkest places of the ship, choosing to keep the captain alive so he could sail the boat while they hid from daylight, but chaining him to the wheel so he dared not escape. Theo couldn’t believe his eyes as he stared at the island from a distance, a hauntingly beautiful island, almost completely in darkness if it was not for the night’s moon in the sky, reflecting light off the water, he could not believe that this lost island was the home to the world’s first Hellmouth nor could he believe that this island would be his kingdom, his way to a throne he never knew even existed. As the boat sailed closer towards the island, his vampire companions appeared from out of the blind spots, with glee in their eyes, knowing they had found the only true home for their kind, completely oblivious to the fact that their king was beginning to question the path he had chosen so quickly after facing off with his nemesis Drusilla. Theo had wanted many things in his life, he wanted love which he found with Lucien Knight and then later the vampire Tobias, he wanted companionship which he once had with his bewitching best friend Ruby Moon, and he wanted a family to replace the one he lost, but he had never dreamt of being a king among monsters nor did he dream of one day becoming one of those monsters but fate had dealt their cards and Theo had no choice but to either accept or deny his destiny. Losing Tobias had awakened emotions within the vampire that he thought was long gone, human emotions, grief, sadness, and loss, and somehow through reunions with old friends, meeting his biological family, and turning against his mentor Drusilla, somewhere through all that he had felt a part of his old self slipping back through, a part he had hoped he killed a long time ago and apart if he wanted to become king, he would have to kill now. Theo’s only mission in life had been to avenge his parents and with an army, and more undead soldiers to add to that army, after opening the Hellmouth and claiming his undead kingdom, he knew with certainty he would achieve that goal, for even Drusilla herself could not outrun an entire army instructed to hunt her down at all costs, and if it meant ending the world, well that was just a sacrifice the slayer of slayers was willing to make. But as his minions anchored the boat Theo was shocked to suddenly see Sineya, the first slayer, appear standing within the sandy shores of the beach, staring right at him, as if she was staring right into his soul, and perhaps she was, as Theo suddenly felt a rush of guilt hit him hard, like a ton of bricks, causing him to gasp for a moment before like she had appeared, Sineya disappeared into the night’s air within a blink of the eyes. “We’re here boss!” One of his minions announced to him. “Time to go as far as we can before looking for coverage from the sun, then when night falls again we will get you to your throne.” “Yes,” Theo replied, as he then mumbled to himself, unimpressed by the island’s restrictions. “What kind of island meant for vampires has no way of blocking out the sun anyway?”

Buffy, Faith, Willow, and Illyria were not too far behind as the sun began to rise in the sky, the two slayers, witch, and goddess, drew closer to the infamous island of vampires, an island that Illyria herself had conquered many millenniums ago, back when bloodsuckers were nothing more than pets to her, messy pets whom she’d easily put down if they pestered her. All those years ago Illyria never really sense the true power of this island, thinking of it as nothing more than a home to bloodsuckers, but now as she grew closer to the island of vampires she began to sense its power more and more, a sense of untapped potential, the same sense she got from the slayer of slayers which only served as further evidence to the goddess that Theo Frey was indeed linked to the place, just like the prophecy foretold. As she stood behind the boat’s wheel, Willow Rosenberg, standing next to her, the two women seeing the island in their sight, Illyria knew that Willow too could feel the untapped power radiating from the island of the undead. “I know we’re going to win because we always do but what’s the odds, we win without having to kill Buffy’s son?” Willow asked Illyria, fearing her answer, but knowing Illyria would be honest about their odds. “The son of the slayer has survived far longer than I expected him to when we first met however, in this fight I believe in order to win, he must die, and I’m not one for losing,” Illyria answered honestly with a rare sign of reluctance which showed a sense of empathy towards the situation, a feeling which was rather new for the blue haired goddess. Before long Buffy, Willow, Illyria, and Faith had anchored the boats and were now on the sandy shores of the island, ready to face whatever awaited them on this prophesized island for vampire kind, but before they traveled further into the island, Buffy noticed another boat heading towards the island’s direction, instantly knowing it wasn’t Theo’s, as something in her gut told her that Angel was on that boat. “So, about not telling Angel about the mission…” Faith began to say to Buffy. “You decided to go against that I guess.” Buffy interrupted her fellow slayer, infuriated by her actions but understanding them at the same time. And so, Buffy waited for Angel’s ship to anchor itself near the island before deciding to get on the boat, going under the deck where Angel and Spike were hiding out from the sunlight, having had the help of Rupert Giles to sail the boat, and Xander Harris, because well he was Spike’s roommate, and one of Buffy’s best friends. “I told you she wouldn’t be happy with us tagging along on this one,” Spike said to Angel as the two vampires sat at a table within the kitchen room on the boat as Buffy walked in, the windows completely blacked out by carboard to protect the vampires from the sunlight. “Well, it’s a good thing I don’t give a damn about what she wants.” Angel snapped at Spike while standing up to face Buffy, furious with the slayer for once again going behind his back regarding their son. “I was just trying to save you the pain if things go bad out there!” Buffy told Angel. “Theo’s about to bring about another apocalypse and if I don’t make it in time to save him then I will have to stop him.” “I will not let you hurt our son Buffy!” Angel argued with the slayer, furious to learn that she was prepared to kill her own child. “I don’t care if he does bring about the apocalypse, there’s always some apocalypse and we always defeat it, but I will not lose him again…I will not let you take him away from me again!” “Do you think I want to kill my son? No, but he’s not leaving us much choice, and once again it falls on me to choose between someone I love and the rest of the world, you have no idea what that is like so don’t you dare stand there and judge me!” Buffy shouted at the brooding vampire, as Spike sat there having no choice but to watch the two bickerings with each other awkwardly. “I have lost people too Buffy, you’re not the only one who has had to make sacrifices, but I refuse to let you go in there ready to kill

him if you need to. What happened to the girl ready to risk the world for her sister? Why does Dawn mean more to you than your own son?” Angel continued to argue with the slayer furiously. “Dawn was an innocent, she did nothing wrong and has continued to do nothing wrong, Theo was a cold-blooded killer long before he became a vampire-like his father, Dawn never chose her fate, she fought against it like we all did but Theo is willingly choosing this and if we do not stop before he opens that Hellmouth then we have to throw his ass in there,” Buffy replied, equally as furious as Angel, not liking the position she had found herself in, willing to do anything to make this not true, but ready to accept whatever fate may fall upon her son, as she once again had to choose to be a chosen one over all else. Buffy knew she had the sun to her advantage, and she could use it along with Illyria, Giles, Willow, Xander, and Faith, to get trekking through the vampire island, and get a head start on Angel and Spike, hoping however the big battle went down that she could spare Angel the pain of seeing their son’s death even if she could not spare herself the same pain, but with only a matter of hours to go, and no clue where they were going on this island, the chances of this getting messy seemed unavoidable.

Theo, of course, was one step ahead of the others, as he and his gang of vampires sought refuge from the sunlight within one of the islands’ caves, but instead of sleeping like his minions, Theo stayed up plotting, marking out what he could see of the island and patrolling the cave for any signs of them being ambushed, knowing the champions of this world would no doubt find their way here sooner or later, however, it was when the slayer of slayers went deeper into the caves that he once again saw Sineya appear in front of his eyes. Sineya, was no stranger to Theo, for the two had met before, a very long time ago, but her presence was still a shock considering the first-ever vampire slayer was killed long before his time, and many others, but as he saw her for the second time since arriving on the vampire island, he could not help but want to know the reason behind her presence. “Do you remember me?” Theo asked the primeval slayer, who nodded in agreement before he continued to ask. “Why are you here?” “The dirt beneath you is the same dirt I once stood on, do you not recognize a place you have been before? Much has changed but it still feels the same.” Sineya replied telepathically, her voice piercing Theo’s mind without the slayer so much as moving her lips. “No…the prophecies say this is vampire island, not slayer island.” Theo denied her claims almost instantly. “As long as there are vampires there are slayers…once only one slayer but now an army.” Sineya continued to telepathically speak, accessing Theo’s mind with ease. “We did not choose this path, but you did…now you must decide if you are vampire or slayer.” “I think I made that choice long before I actually became a vampire, how are you even here?” Theo responded coldly, not knowing that the primeval slayer could sense the uncertainty within his very soul. “You already are where you are looking to be but is it where you want to be?” Sineya informed him with her cryptic words, once again choosing to speak telepathically instead of out loud. “You can do what you came here to do but the question is, do you want to do it?” Suddenly, the first slayer once again vanished within the blink of the eye, but this time Theo noticed the caveman writings in front of him, within the depths of the cave, and as he began to decrypt what the pictures meant, he realized that through that very wall, was where the Hellmouth was located, he had somehow found it instinctively without even knowing, and that’s what Sineya was pointing out to him, forcing his hand to make his choice, but as ruthless, and evil, as Theo Frey could be, was he really ready to end the world just to claim an undead kingdom?

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klarolinedrabbles · 4 years

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What are some of the tvd to fandoms greatest hits so to speak... I was only in it for a short time and then jumped out because I couldn't stand to

Oh, well allow me to be your guide. This will be under a read more because I already know, I’m gonna write a whole essay. Shout out to my ride or die @hellsbellschime.

I don’t think any overtly crazy happened during the good!TVD years. No wait, I’m lying.

The year the spin-off got announced, I believe it was tvguide, that posted an article with like info tidbits for currently airing shows. And one of them, was that Hayley was pregnant with Klaus’ kid. I remember this shit so clearly, man. Everyone was so confused. And then they were like SURPRISE, APRIL FOOLS. Because it was in fact April 1st. So ha-ha we all had a laugh, great. Fastforward to what, late April? Episode 4x20 airs, and it’s exactly what happened???

That whole day btw, the day the backdoor pilot for TO aired was just insanity. I’ll say that about a lot of days in this answer, but that day was really just something else. Like we were delirious, that’s the only way I can explain what happened on here. It was a nightmare but also one of the funniest night’s I’ve ever spent on here. I gotta go back for old time’s sake and reblog some of the shit from that night because we all snapped. And not in the good way.

The TVD 100th. Now, we knew Joseph was coming back for that episode so they hype was real. Because up until that point, we’d gotten a huge load of nothing in regards to Klaroline. They released a trailer, a short one, that’s still in my favorites folder on youtube to this day. I rewatch it all the time because it’s iconic. And there was literally .002 seconds of Klaroline. It’s Caroline standing and then Klaus says “hello, caroline” and everyone lost their shit so much when it dropped that ‘hello caroline’ trended ww on twitter.

THE DAY THE NETWORK THAT AIRED TVD IN AUSTRALIA AIRED A PROMO WITH THE KLAROLINE KISS IN 5X11. ICONIC. I literally woke up, logged on at around 11 AM my time, and my dashboard was on fire. It was the BEST. We didn’t know wtf to do, it was amazing.

Paleyfest. Ohhhh buddy, lemme tell ya. So TVD/TO got chosen to have the CW panel’s at Paleyfest that year. Everyone was on a bit of edge because TO to that point was what, almost done with S1 and Klaroline had been given the mega cold-shoulder despite being the very thing other than the Mikaelson’s that got used to lure people in? After the pregnancy plot from hell, everyone was ready to peace tf out, but we got halted because it was a ‘ohh of course it’s gonna continue’ then they tried to nip Klaroline in the bud with 5x11 and no one was having it. So Paleyfest was where we were gonna get some ANSWERS, DAMMIT. I live on the east coast and the festival was held in the west coast so I wasn’t awake when it was happening. I remember making a post about how ‘going to sleep, and hoping when I woke up the answers were good.’. So I went to sleep, woke up a few hours later like 2-3 AM my time, and checked my blog and the first message I had was ‘don’t wake up stephanie, everything is a mess, stay asleep where everything’s fine’ I—

The gist of that was, they basically set JoMo up to be the bad-cop in shutting down Klaroline. He gave this long answer that made absolutely zero sense. The girl who asked the question about Klaroline, who was like 13 at the time, got called a bully for even asking a question at an event she paid to be at. A mess. And JP was like NO CROSSOVERS, ORGANIC, BLAH BLAH. And Paul was sitting next to her going “why can’t the show’s just intersect”, he was right and he said it.

I can’t remember if this was S1 or S2, but somebody tweeted something and Carina replied ‘when you’re found dead in your basement with klaroline written on you this is why’ or something like that, that was a ~fun~ night. And then like half an hour later she was like “I’m sorry, I’ll never tweet about Klaroline again just leave me alone” if you’ve ever seen this fandom refer to ourselves as basement dwellers, this night is why.

NARDUCCI. Can’t forget him. Talk about a man who just didn’t get it. And I don’t mean Klaroline, he just didn’t get anything, nothing in his head has ever clicked, I’m convinced. He used to pick fights on twitter repeatedly. Admitted once that he missed his flight because he was on twitter…arguing with a fan. AND ONE DAY, he decided to just—snap. Went on this hours long tirade against the Klaroline fandom, essentially calling everyone stupid because no one was appreciating the ‘art’ of the show. So when I say it lasted hours, I mean that. Now, you’d think, that he would be done, right? WELL, apparently that wasn’t enough, so the next day, he continued. I remember because I was in this gc on whatsapp, and I remember Erika sending a message to the gc going “omg, Narducci vs KCers round 2″ when I tell you I screamed. The man went on a two-day rampage against this fandom and it was insane.

S6/S2 of TVD/TO was not a fun time. I can genuinely say it was borderline a chore to come on here during that time. It wasn’t fun, every day someone was in argument with someone from production on twitter. Truly the worst year of the fandom, imo. So S7/S3 rolls around and that’s where shit went nuclear.

Hillary and I, are minding our own damn business, when someone come’s to us with information regarding the new seasons. This was post-SDCC, so it’s like the lull of September, waiting for the seasons to start in October. And we get approached with information, talkin bout how Caroline’s gonna be pregnant with Alaric’s twins in S7. When I tell you we didn’t know wtf to do. And we had to like wait on confirmation about it but then we found out it was legit and we were pissed. Literally ask us if we wanted to be in the spoiler game, the answer is no tf we did not. And she and I basically spent two days complaining. LIKE UGHHHH WE DON’T WANNA DO THIS, BUT ALSO THIS IS DISGUSTING, WE CAN’T JUST LET THEM SPRING THIS ON EVERYONE, BUT AGHH WHY US. So we chose collectively, as a duo, because das my other half yo, to blab.

That went over as best as anyone could hope for it to go. Now, flashforward yet again, this time to around late Novemeber/December. I had been sent word that something was going down. TVD/TO lost their Thursday slots and got bumped to Friday’s, so a plan was going on, and they made one. We’d heard that they were rearranging something mid-season because they were gonna make a crossover work, publicly we found out it would be Paul and JoMo that crossover back-to-back. THEN ONE NIGHT—I call it black friday bc that day was a fucking mess—, a friend of mine was friends with an SCer, I wanna say, and she was hearing word that the crossover did have Klaus and Caroline interact via phone call, but that it was very definitively an ending. Because they spoke about Camille and Stefan, etc, etc. Like a closing of the book type thing. So okay, we were like devastated, everyone on twitter was losing their shit. Everyone was pissed, and @-ing the writers all these crazy, sad things, we were a wreck. Ask Hillary about this night because she, I remember, describes it as ‘logging on and reading what everyone else had and not understanding why tf everyone was mad about it’. It was the first and last time that our roles were reversed, and bless her for it.

SO WE’RE SITTING THERE, it’s Saturday, and we kept getting more information and we were like…something isn’t right here. So we did a bit of digging, spoke to a few people and waited it out. LO AND BEHOLD, everything we’d heard about the phone call was false. There was a phone call but the CKers and SCers were so mad about what was actually said in it, that a few of em, ring leaders of the feeble minded, made up a version and passed it around their fandoms as legit till it eventually worked it’s way over to us. So we all jumped the gun on fake information, lmfskdnknsks. Rumor has it, you can still hear Hillary yelling ‘I told you so’ at me through our group chat.

So all was well, I couldn’t tell everyone why not to panic, just that they didn’t need to. Until, this account popped up called tvdspoiler or something on twitter, also saying false information about the phone call. Sending everyone into a panic yet again. I remember this because I was at kmart with my mom, and the kmart by my house was in a basement so I had no cell service. I was able to send like a couple of messages, and was basically like ‘tell everyone to chill, I’ll clear it up when I get home’ did that in like a couple of hours cause then I had to leave to the midnight showing of the force awakens with my friends. So that day was chaotic, but fun. It was the first time I reached 99+ messages on my inbox, lmao.

So that all happened like a good while before we actually saw the episode. But cut to a few weeks later. I woke up at 1 AM my time to drink water, was on tumblr trying to go back to sleep. I checked my inbox and there was this bizarre message talking about ‘got some scoop’ and they were like ‘Finn dies in 3x17, Aurora gets put into some weird sleeping spell in 3x18, Camille and Davina die in 3x19, Lucien dies in 3x20′ and I quite literally laughed??? Literally who wouldn’t. Like who tf would ever believe TO had the balls to do all of that when they never killed anyone off. AND, WHO WOULD BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE WOULD JUST STOP BY, SHARE IT AND LEAVE. So I sent a screenshot to Hillary and was like ‘yo did you get this because wtf’. We often got duplicate messages. And we often got messages of people who were pissed about the two previous times we, from the klaroline fandom of all places, had legit info that wound up being true, that they were just waiting for us to fuck up. So we used to get messages of people pretending they were sharing info, and it was just antis trying to make us look stupid.

SO, Hillary says ‘just answer it because it’s obviously fake’ top ten moments before disaster. I answer it and am like oh haha, and where did that info come from. And they came back like a minute later, saying ‘I have a source’ THEN THEY ELABORATED. They mentioned that Lucien drags Freya and Vincent to Mystic Falls to do this spell with some bullet and etc. So at that point we were like fUCK because that same day we’d found out was in 3x16, which ended with Lucien and this white-oak bullet, having kidnapped Freya. And that’s when we knew, that someone showed up in the middle of the night, spoiled the whole back-half of TO S3—and then left.

The back-half of S3 was so fun??? Every week the info just kept coming true. On the wikia everyone hated me, probably the most anti messages I ever had was during that time, honestly it was great, 10/10 would recommend.

THEN, at some point in our blog history, Hillary had been getting quite a few messages about PT. And she had this fucking line in one of the messages about Phoebe’s pronunciation with her accent for the show, or lack thereof. And she said “weeches and woves will always have a place in my heart” SO THEM PHOEBE TWEETED IT. THAT EXACT LINE, and we were like was she...? So we shrugged off okay. A few days later, she tweeted “hellsbellschime enough, there’s plenty of other things to watch on tv, I hear mad men’s great.” And I—

THIS WAS ON SOME RANDOM ASS SUNDAY. Like I was lounging around, waiting for the new episode of game of thrones and then WHAM, chaos. AND AS IF THAT WASNT ENOUGH, Leah joined in too. Putting a target on my friends back...about her blog that no one was making them read. You can’t make that shit up. And Jenn actually replied to Phoebe’s tweet and got a reply back, and she was all “you’re right, I’m sorry” and then deleted the original tweet, which I still have a screenshot of btw. And then Leah showed up in Hillary’s inbox with this ridiculous three part ask about how she shouldn’t criticize women in the acting industry because of how hard it is for women in that industry which is true, but it doesn’t make you exempt from criticism??? So not sure where she meant to go with that one.

SO THERE WE HAVE IT, our fandom’s greatest hits. I’m sure I can elaborate and insert more, but I’ve been typing for a good 40 minutes.

Told ya, I wrote a whole dissertation, lmaooo.

#Stephanie talks fandom #klaroline #Anonymous

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MLQC Chapter 18 Part B Translation

DO NOT COPY, QUOTE, REPOST OR REBLOG THIS ANYWHERE. Links are okay but I don’t want this post to spread too much in other communities or websites.

This is not a full translation, only some parts. It’s more like a abbreviation/summary/paraphrasing of some parts of the story. Do not ask me to translate more or reveal more plots in the story.

The translation is based on KR version text. I’m not a professional translator and get things wrong. So do not regard this as the actual canon story.

I used Yōurán as the name of MC because that is the unofficial default MC’s name in CN version.

READ THE PREVIOUS TRANSLATIONS otherwise you won’t understand a thing. Search mlqc translations and they will pop up.

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According to “me”, the world would come to an end six days later.

I went upstairs to the attic. I saw Victor leaning on a dusty wall, asleep. He looked so forlorn like this. His shirt was wrinkled and he held the glass cup from yesterday. The broken pieces were patched up together. Even though he was sleeping, he was holding onto it lest it broke again.

I felt like choking up as I sat down next to him quietly. I noted that he lost so many weights. There were dark shadows under his eyes and he looked haggard. He didn’t look like Victor at all.

He said he would find my previous self, but didn’t he know that he was also losing his self? The previous Victor was always confident and austere. He would never let anything get to him like this. “Victor” was not supposed to hide in the attic like this, scrunched up and clutching a broken glass…

This was wrong. If I l weren’t such a wreck, he would never have to go through such hardships

I took hold of his hand, and then a vision came before my eyes.

I saw a single streak of tear running down his face.

I saw his trembling hands and pained eyes.

I saw pale light behind him, like the world was ending.

Victor was still asleep. Despair and hopelessness could be seen in his face, like he was afraid that his worst nightmare would come true. I turned around and bit my knuckles hard to stop from crying.

I knew right then and there what I had to do. What decisions I must face.

It’s easy to figure out what’s right and wrong when we are talking about someone else. But when it comes to oneself, selfishness gets in the way. In the end, everyone is inclined to choose themselves over the world.

Someone close to me was faced with a calamity, someone else went missing. Someone gave up their faith. And many more became lost with no place to rely on.

I cannot, and will not escape my fate. I will not excuse myself with cowardly words and weakness.

I wasn’t trying to be heroic, I just wanted to protect everyone I cared about. Sometimes, people are faced in a situation where you can’t really choose anything else. No matter how reluctant, or unwilling I felt, I cannot turn my back on this. If peace would come with my sacrifice… then that’s what I truly wanted.

Victor opened his eyes, saw me and slowly raised himself up.

Victor: How did you get in here?

Yōurán: I found my previous self again…

I smiled at him.

Yōurán: Victor, you’re right. Tomorrow is going to be a better day. I was such a mess last night, I’m sorry! I pulled myself together now. I won’t be like that again, I promise.

Victor handed me the cup and stood up.

Victor: I know what you’re worried about. Don’t underestimate yourself, and don’t underestimate me.

Standing in the sunlight, he looked so strong and majestic. This was what Victor was supposed to be like.

I mouthed the word “thank you” at his back. Victor, you have no idea that you gave me the courage to walk toward the right path. I will never regret the choice I made today. This time, I will take full responsibility and save everyone.

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There was so much to do during the last days of my life.

I came to my deserted office and stroked the plants on my desk. The post it notes next to the desktop computer seemed to urge me to get to work right away. I took them off one by one. Then I wrote the name of every colleague who worked with me.

Anna who was always with me since the beginning, Kiki, always cheerful about everything, Willow, who’s enthusiasm was admirable. Minor, clumsy but endearing… I wrote a letter to each and every one of them and looked around my office for one last time.

After I exited the office building, I went into the nearest store. As I held on to a bag of chips, I wondered if another pair of hands would grab at them too, just like that day. I would turn around and my eyes would meet a pair of eyes that held all the light in the world.

Yōurán: This time, the chips are mine, Kiro.

I whispered as I bought all chips that was left on the shelf, except one bag of chips with a picture of batman on the cover.

Yōurán: But I will leave this one especially for you. Don’t try to take mine when you come back.

Then I went to the orphanage. Despite the world being in turmoil, the children’s smiles were still innocent and carefree. I handed out the chips to them.

Yōurán: Your favorite superstar Kiro asked me to give you these. Keep this a secret between us, but he told me to tell you that everything will soon get better. That there’s no need to be afraid.

The children put their fingers to their lips with wide eyes and vowed to keep the secret. When I was about to leave, a girl grabbed onto my clothes shyly.

Girl: Will you come back soon? No one has visited us for a long time…

I stroked the girl’s head gently, plastering a smile to keep the tears from falling.

Yōurán: When everything becomes normal again, I will come and see you, I promise.

After that lie, I went to Loveland High school. There was no one on the campus. I went to the familiar piano room.

I opened the piano cover and played a melody that connected me and Gavin. If I looked up, maybe I would see gingko leaves dancing in the winds outside the window.

But all melodies, no matter how sweet, must come to an end.

Yōurán: Gavin, it seems that this time, I’m the one who’s leaving you for a change. I hope this is the last farewell between us…

After that, my footsteps took me to the park.

“You know, even if the end of the world did come, it would never come in summer.”

How wrong I was back then…

I walked around the park until I saw a stand selling kites. An old man was drawing pictures on them.

Old man: What picture do you want, Miss?

Yōurán: Not pictures… but I’d like the words “All goes well.” written on them.

Old man: Very well. A simple but powerful wish.

He wrote the worlds with graceful calligraphy.

I took the kite and went to that place underneath the camphor tree. I saw a boy sitting alone under the tree. He looked like the loneliest boy in the world. I sat down next to him.

Yōurán: Were you talking to that cat that just passed by?

Boy: Cats can’t understand people.

He spoke with his head down. I smiled.

Yōurán: Here. Take this.

Boy: Why?

Yōurán: For… telling me that animals can’t talk with people.

He slowly took the kite from my hands and muttered a thank you. I stood up and said goodbye to him.

Boy: Aren’t you going to fly the kite?

Yōurán: It’s not spring anymore. I’ll fly it next spring.

I walked away. Lucien and I promised each other that we would fly kites next spring. It saddened me a little that I would never see another spring in my life.

Lastly, I went to the place where I used to live with my dad. On the walls I could see the marks showing how much I grew every year. I stroked then gingerly.

Yōurán: Dad, we will meet again soon…

Nothing can last forever. But at this moment I felt like I had everything. I felt free, brave and confident.

Yes, it was time to say goodbye to my past and move on. To keep walking forward without turning back…

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Victor and I watched helplessly as all the people infected with the virus turned into thoughtless mobs and slaughtered each other on instinct.

??: This is the true face of humanity. Everyone will deceive you and betray you, but not me.

Yōurán: Who the hell are you?!

??: Like I’ve been saying, I am you. There’s no need to be afraid. I won’t hurt you, because you are me. We are one and the same.

??: I know you made your choice. I’m proud of you. But you don’t really want to die for them, don’t you? I will erase them and claim you on my side again. If they are all gone and we are alone, no one will hurt us ever again. You agree with me, right?

Yōurán: What do you mean?

??: I’m not going to hurt you. I already experienced all the pains that you’ve gone through. At first, I chose to sacrifice myself like you. But no one thanked me or remembered me. They even took my sacrifice as granted. The human race continued to slaughter each other for greed.

Her face revealed endless sorrow, and I could feel her emotions as if it were mine.

??: That’s when I realized that love and trust is nothing more than a delusion. This world doesn’t deserve to be saved. Humankind is evil. I know you don’t believe me. But I wanted you to know that killing them off is they only way to end your pain.

Victor suddenly smirked and looked at her, the another me.

Victor: You are not her. And you can never be her. You may look the same, but your eyes are so different.

??: It doesn’t matter. We will be the same now.

The soldiers started to fire their guns at her. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my chest like I was shot too. I could feel her pain and hurt as if it were mine as well.

When they seized fire, she stood up. The bullets did nothing to stop her.

??: It quite hurt a lot back there, right? Now do you see that we are one and the same?

Yōurán: No, you can never be me, and I can never be you. Maybe some people are so evil that they don’t deserve to be saved, but you have no right to decide that. We have the law for that.

Yōurán: Yes, I feel hurt and betrayal, but that’s because I love them. The love that came from the people you hate. You are not me, so you can never understand that. You should atone for what you did.

??: Really, and you think my atonement has nothing to do with you? Well, then I’ll start now. It’s going to hurt, but bear with me.

I felt excruciating pain taking all over my body. I could feel her triumph seeping inside my head.

??: I’m going to make you return back inside me now, then I’m going to kill every single human on this earth.

I felt her pain, her cries when we were strapped to the med table, when we experienced the car crash, when we bled together…

She was me. Everything I went through, she did too, and vice versa. Her pain and thoughts were mine as well.

I grabbed on to Victor’s hand.

Yōurán: Victor. I have an idea. It will save everyone. You have to kill me.

Victor: No!

Yōurán: She’s trying to take control of my body. When she does that, nothing can stop her!

I tried to smile reassuringly.

Yōurán: Don’t worry. I’ll survive. You know how stubborn my life is. I faced death many times but I outlived all of them. I will do it this time too. Don’t make me turn into her, please?

Victor: Don’t even think about it!

Yōurán: But this is the future I saw! You can’t change that now!

I finally spoke out what I saw in my vision on the attic that day. In my visions Victor was the one who was ending my life. And my visions always came true.

Please do it, Victor, so that the beautiful future can come, so that the people I love can go on living…

Yōurán: All your life, you were always the winner, right? Well, this time you have to lose. You always told me I was a fool, but I don’t want to be one anymore. I’m going to win this time.

I forced myself to say this as I felt fire burning inside my heart.

Yōurán: Victor, promise me that you won’t be alone. The pain is becoming too much. Please kill me before it’s too late…

Soon, everything will go back to normal. She won’t be able to kill everyone on earth. They will keep on living. I would meet my dad again.

I finally understood that this was a cycle that I couldn’t break out of. There was a reason everything felt so familiar. I have went through this countless times already.

I saw Victor crossing the timelines repeatedly. I saw him throw the pocket watch to the ground and turn back time again.

I saw white light spreading behind him.

Victor: Yōurán, I will never admit that I lost. I am always going to be the one who wins in the end. And I will do what I said I would without fail.

With trembling hands he held a knife. A streak of tear flowed from his eye.

Yōurán: Victor, please don’t forget me…

It wasn’t death that was so painful after all…

As I let go of my life, I thought I heard him say these words.

Victor: I will find you, wherever you are in time and space.

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Happiness was in everyone’s faces. The theme park opened again, and the schools resumed their semester. It was a beautiful world without me.

I turned around and saw another me in another world.

“If I were still a little kid, I definitely wouldn’t let you have the last bag of chips.”

“You should watch yourself. Someone can’t come to your rescue every time.”

“Lucien? What do you want with him?”

“Surprised? You probably thought I would be in a jail rather than a police station, right?”

A single drop of tear fell from my eyes.

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It’s revealed in this chapter that the story thus far is a time loop. MC chose to die for the world many times and after her death another MC is born in a parallel world and repeats the cycle of chapters 1-18.

The dark MC (aka Black Queen) is MC from a parallel world who sacrificed herself to save the world just like this MC did. But according to her, everyone forgot her and took her sacrifice for granted. Feeling betrayed, she plans to kill everyone except MC as a revenge.

Meanwhile, Victor vows that he will find her, turning back time again.

Whenever I read chapter 18 I am reminded of a quote from Harry Potter book 6.

It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.

How you choose is just as important as what you choose. Yōurán chose sacrifice, but she didn’t do it because she was pushed into it out of despair or as a suicide attempt. Her choice is based on her belief and her love for the humanity. That makes her a hero in my eyes rather than a scapegoat.

Thank you all for reading my translations. I skipped out a lot of parts and paraphrased the sentences quite a lot. So I recommend that you regard the official EN translated chapters when they are updated as canon. I just wanted to let you get a glimpse of what’s to come.

I will continue to make more analysis posts, various translations, and miscellaneous others, but chapter translations are going to be on hiatus. When Elex updates chapters 15-18 on EN server, I will continue the future chapter translations starting from chapter 19.

I will end this post with chapters 19+ PV.

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Brace yourself for the cold everyone, for winter is coming.

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drjackandmissjo · 4 years

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Roses are Red, Tattoos are Forever

Chapter 1 --- Next Chapter

Feysand Masterlist

Pigtails and Liliums

They have two shops, one next to the other. They're friends. She disappeared and now she's back. He tries his hardest. The only thing that gets a reaction from her isn't the one he planned

Florist and Tattoo Artist Au, Modern Day

“Excuse me, sir?” a little girl with missing front teeth and pigtails asked him as he was cutting the leaves off a long Lilium.

He gave her his brightest smile and, after having put the tools down on the counter, leaned over towards her. “Yes, sweetie. What can I do for you?”

The little girl began to look nervous and turned her little head towards her mother, who motioned for her to go on with her question. The girl couldn’t have been older than seven and, after taking a big breath in, she said:"Do you have to put the drawings on every morning by yourself or does your mom help you?”.

Rhys was shocked for a couple of seconds, but promptly replied:"My mommy helps me every morning before I leave for work. But, if you want and if your mom agrees, there is a little shop next door that can give you a drawing for your skin that can last for a week or two! And your mom doesn't have to help, there are some that you can put on your own."

The little girl’s smile grew so wide and bright it might’ve outshone the Sun itself. The mother mouthed a little ‘thank you’ laughing a little at his response.

He nodded his reply and went back to his work. He gave the flowers to her after he was done as the little girl kept on asking:"Can I get one of those for one week? Pretty please."

Rhys did not hear the mother’s affirmative nor negative response as she said it while getting out of his shop, but he imagined it must’ve been affirmative, based on the girl’s reaction.

He went back to work, smiling to himself.

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An hour later, it was time to close the shop and call it a day.

What a wonderful day it had been!

He had an appointment with the others for dinner at Amren’s house, and he knew perfectly how much she hated when he showed up late, so he turned the sign at the door and went on to finish his chores. He had exactly 20 minutes to complete his paperwork and head out, so he moved as quickly as he could. Or at least he wanted to.

When he had arrived halfway to his desk, he heard a small knock on the glass door.

“We’re closed, I’m sorry.”, he yelled without looking.

“Did you just send a freaking seven years old into my tattoo parlour?”, yelled back the person on the other side.

Rhys didn’t turn around, but simply smiled and took some steps backwards, until his back hit the glass door. “I did it one hour ago, not ‘just’, and I sent her to get a temporary one with the roses that you hand draw and that usually last a week, just as those into the Polaretti.”

“I know and I proposed one of those, but she saw my arm and choose a full sleeve. I gave her a henna one. Will wash down in a month or so.”

Now he turned around to open the locked door, letting the girl in.

Feyre wasn’t particularly remarkable: golden brown hair, piercing blue-greyish eyes that usually threw daggers and glared at everyone and threatened everyone from her 5’6 glory. A tattoo adorned her whole left arm, a full sleeve made of intricate waves and vines and thorns that went from the top of her shoulder to the tip of her fingers, leaving only her palm empty of ink. On the back of her hand, there was a little spot not covered by those thorns and those vines, but by a VFD's style eye. His idea. It came out off a bet, like many things in their friendship.

He did not like that word.

When Feyre walked past him to walk into his shop, she left a trace of vanilla and blueberries in her wake, probably from her shampoo or perfume.

He was intoxicated.

“It’s the third kid that you specifically send me to get a temporary tattoo.”

“Do you blame me for making you work a little bit more?”

She sat on his counter and pouted. “I blame me you for the looks the parents give me after the job’s done.”

“I’m sorry they’re causing you trouble. They look very convinced when they leave from here.”

She threw her hands in the air:"As they are when they come in! But, as soon as my work's finished, they whine about how the kid will get sick of it, how their classmates will react, how their other parent friends will react, etcetera etcetera etcetera.”

He nodded respectfully. They set into a comfortable silence and, while he worked, Feyre read one on the handwritten labels next to some petunias, explaining the meaning of the flower, the history, its origin and even a synopsis about Harry Potter’s aunt.

“I’m sorry again if I have to cut this lovely visit short, but I gotta be at Amren’s, and you know how she gets when someone’s not punctual.”

She nodded solemnly, fully aware of the of the little one’s wrath.

“Besides”, he continued even though the topic pained him, “don’t you have to be home soon? It’s a miracle Tamlin lets you out of the house to go to work even. Without anyone to check on you regularly even!”

She scolded, but didn’t comment, shutting the conversation down.

Shady? Maybe. True? Yes. Bitter? Totally.

He had been in love with that woman since day one, but didn’t have the guts to ask her out. They started as friends, then besties and then, when he finally found his courage, Tamlin came into the picture.

The blond-haired lawyer asked her out the same day he had planned to, just one hour earlier. Feyre then came to his place, as they had planned, to a Disney movie night and ice cream, and told him everything. Rhys couldn't believe his luck, but as long as she was happy, he wouldn’t have said anything.

And he didn’t. Things started out perfectly for them, but Tamlin rushed into it head first, arguably forcing her into moving in together at his place, which was very much better than hers. ‘Arguably forcing her’ because, even though she denied, he gave her no choice. Small comments here and there about her living situations, bigger comments about how he would’ve appreciated to have her around 24/7 and three weeks later, she had given up her apartment.

"You'll save money like this, since you don't have to pay rent anymore.", he said.

And then:"I don't see why you choose that as a living profession. It isn’t proper for a lady to work in a tattoo shop”.

Later:"You know you can stop working, right? My salary is high enough and, besides, the house could use someone to pay attention to it."

That sentence came one month earlier. Feyre didn’t show up at her little shop for almost four weeks after that, not even texting Rhys or letting anyone of their shared friends knowing if she was alive. Rhys had to even call her bigger sister, Nesta, that didn’t exactly appreciate him very much, nor his brother Cassian for the matter.

Moral of the story: nobody knew where Feyre was for three weeks and four days. Three days earlier, when Rhys went to work, the little tattoo parlour next to his florist shop was open. He rushed in, relief written all over his features, but she was with a client already, so he decided to swing by later. She was constantly with clients whenever he showed up to check up on her.

It pained him, how she looked: pale, almost invisible. Her collarbones were showing more than usual, the bags under her eyes more prominent than ever.

The worst thing was a simple one, though. A month or so, after she had started dating Tamlin, she stopped drawing.

She did her job, still perfectly. Only with less passion.

She used to draw the tattoos by hand on a piece of paper before transferring them to the skin, to make them more personal for the buyer. She made the most complicated details with her pencil and pens and the results were breathtaking.

After moving in with him, she started using her laptop, searching for the tattoos online or using pre-drawn models. She still focused and did what she was paid to, but each time with less energy. Until she stopped at all.

Now she was back, empty as a shell. And still didn’t hand draw anything.

Until now. It struck him as a lightning.

“Feyre, you gave that girl a Henna, isn’t it?”

She smiled, timid and small, but it was a smile nonetheless. “She couldn’t stop talking about how pretty was the tattoo on you and how pretty was mine and how she wanted one up her arm and I couldn’t just make a sticker one.”

“You free-handily draw that?”. Rhys was hoping so hard. He prayed every deity he knew.

Feyre looked down at the point of her shoes. She was shutting him down again.

He couldn’t let it happen. “Fey, what happened? You stopped coming to work, stopped talking and texting. And now you come back, looking like a ghost. And a little girl shows up and you gave her a free handily henna. It’s the first drawing you’ve done in months. What happened?”

“She reminded me of you.”, she said, still looking down. “She reminded me of you and I... I just wanted to. I left him. A week ago. I just couldn’t stay there any longer. He was obsessive and jealous and I felt like I was dying. We argued about how maniacally he was acting and he snapped. So I packed all my things and left in the middle of the night, as he was sleeping. He came looking for me the next day and I was scared. I told him to get the hell out of my life or else I would've gone to the police and fucked up his perfect lawyering career.”

For once in his life Rhys didn’t know what to say. He simply stared at her as she was looking at the floor.

“Who kept Lucien?” his voice said before his brain could even register.

Feyre’s head bubbled up quickly, her eyes open wider in disbelief.

“I mean, he’s like a puppy. A red furred puppy. So, usually, when two people split up, one keeps the dog.”

“Lucien is a grown man and can make his own choices.”, she replied stubbornly.

"I take that as ‘at first he chose The Tool and now he's turning around towards me'”

She smiled. “Indeed”

Rhys’ heart was about to explode. He was about to tell her everything, how he felt truly.

But he didn't. Instead, what he said was simply:"I gotta go at Amren's. There is a seat reserved for you, you know."

Feyre looked at him, truly looked at him for once and he thought she could stare at his soul.

“Smile again” he whispered. She did, broad and without restraint.

“You’re exquisite”, he breathed.

She was brilliant, broken and healing at the same time. She needed time and he would’ve given her all the time in the world.

Feyre looked at the clock on the wall. “If we leave now, we can arrive at Amren’s in time, hell even beat Az in the race there!”

That was enough for now.

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The Woes of Having Neighbors, Chapter 8

Read from the beginning here!

Elide sighed as she nursed the pink cocktail in front of her. Cool drops of water slid along the sides of the glass, pooling in between the cool glass and her warm fingers. Soon her skin would wrinkle and prune, but she couldn't care less. Not now, just two hours after Aelin's Easter party wrapped up—just two hours since Lorcan had left her spirits crushed on the side of the road. Huffing out a defeated breath, Elide felt pathetic. She could hear her uncle now, chastising her in the back of her mind—you knew the boy for less than a day and already you're a heartbroken mess? Pathetic. Taking a deep swig of her fruity tasting drink, relishing the the rush of alcohol saturating her mind and dulling her senses, she swiveled around on her bar stool and looked out towards the dance floor where other patrons of the club writhe and jerk to the rhythm of the music. Asterin was out on the floor . . . somewhere. It was hard to tell with the dark lighting and multiple strobe lights. The blonde had danced with three different men all ready, and it had been a while since Elide had last seen her. She wasn't worried, though. Asterin could take care of herself. And if she did happen to be in over her head, well . . .

Manon's golden eyes found hers, somehow reading her mind and knowing she was being thought of. Grinning, the light hit her teeth in just a way to make her look like a shark about to take a bite, Manon asked, “Dance floor calling your name, witchling?”

Elide frowned at the nickname—given to her by Manon and Asterin back n grade school when she'd developed an obsession for the occult. The obsession itself had only lasted a little while, but the nickname itself had stuck—before taking anothr sip of her drink. Her mind was starting to feel fuzzy. She loved it when her thoughts went all fuzzy. First it her thoughts would turn to static, then her belly would swirl with warmth, and eventually her limbs would turn numb—a blessed relief on her lower leg. Manon continued to stare, though, and so Elide stopped drinking before her belly's temperature could even raise one degree. “No, I was just,” she paused and sucked on her lower lip, trying to think of the right words. Unable to find them, she sighed and shook her head, “day dreaming, I guess?”

“Mhm,” the white haired woman hummed beside her, casually brushing her hair off her shoulder and flicking some gawking stranger in the face, “About a certain tall, dark, and handsome you met today?” Her lips quirked into a teasing smile, but her eyes flashed with dangerous interest.

“Kind of, but don't worry,” Elide quickly reassured, “you don't have to give him the talk or anything. I'm pretty sure he's in a relationship all ready.”

“What?” Manon's lip curled up disdainfully, making Elide smile. Manon's behavior when it came to Elide's dating life always amused her. If someone was interested in her, Manon would barely let the suitor talk to her, and if they weren't interested, then she'd scoff and sneer, blatantly commenting on their lack of taste. Once upon a time, Elide thought her behavior indicated Manon had a crush on her. The theory had never truly been ruled out, but she'd never expressed the idea, either. “Why do you think that?”

Elide blinked, her fuzzy mind taking its sweet old time to catch up to Manon's words, then even more time trying to figure out how to respond. “Someone—his girlfriend?—called. Maeve, I think.” She nodded to herself, “Yeah, Maeve.” Swiveling around on her stool again, Elide slammed her drink down on the bar top. She groaned, “Everything was going so well, too! We were really hitting it off—he was even telling me he was considering moving here—then she goes and calls him and in less than two freaking seconds he's gone. What the hell!” Slumping down to rest her forehead next to her drink, she confessed, “I really thought I liked him, you know? I mean, I know I only knew him for a few hours—which is pathetic, but—”

“Hey,” a warm hand pressed into the space between her shoulder and her neck. The weight of Manon's hand sent waves of radiating strength and comfort all the way down to the tips of her toe nails. “Maybe,” she stopped, then took a breath. Consoling had never been one of the woman's strong points, but Elide knew she was trying, “Maybe it'd not what you think. Maybe this Maeve bitch is his sister or something.” Elide huffed a laugh. “Fine,” Manon continued, her normal ferocious tone returning to her voice as her grasp on Elide tightened, “Maybe he's just a bastard. If that's the case we'll just kill him.” Although she couldn't see it, with her head face down on the bar, Elide could perfectly imagine the nonchalant shrug which accompanied her terrible words.

“Ooh, who are we killing?” Asterin's voice cooed from Elide's right. Sighing and sitting back up, Elide took in the blonde's disheveled clothing and hair with a barely raised brow. At least someone was having fun tonight. Asterin was a wild child—the epitome of a party girl—but she was still a Blackbeak, same as Manon. Sometimes Elide forgot that fact. And then sometimes—when the light disappeared into the endless depths of her dark eyes and she bared her teeth, looking all too wolfish for any sane person's liking—the fact refused ot be forgotten. “If it's tonight,” Asterin continued, her pupils blown with the anticipation of a possible fight, “just let me know and I'll . . .reschedule a few things.” Manon and Asterin shared a look, one that created twin smiles on their faces and that sent a shiver straight down Elide's spine.

“No! No—no fighting, no death—not tonight—”

“Tomorrow, then?” Asterin asked, head tilted.

“What's happening tomorrow?” A new voice asked and Elide almost threw her head back in exasperation. Swiveling around, Elide came face to face with Aelin; Rowan standing just behind her. Aelin was a dark horse at any given time or situation. No one could ever really predict what she was going to do—not even Aedion, and he'd been with her since her birth. This conversation could go a million different ways now that Aelin was here. She could be the voice of reason and diffuse the ticking time bomb that was the Blackbeak cousins or she could be the gasoline to the fire. Elide groaned, she needed another drink.

“Hey, you!” Manon pointed at Rowan who regarded her with cool, green eyes. “You're friends with that piece of shit, aren't you?”

Blinking slowly, Rowan shrugged, “You'll have to be a bit more specific.”

“Lucien,” Asterin snapped.

“Lorcan,” Elide corrected dully, dragging a hand down her face.This was getting ridiculous. The Blackbeak cousins were acting as if Lorcan had cheated on her or something. “And forget it, it's nothing.”

“Doesn't look like nothing,” Aelin challenged, squeezing in between Manon and Elide, much to Manon's sneering displeasure, and waved down the bar tender. “What'd he do?”

“Nothing! Honestly!” Elide was loosing her temper now. Sure, she was considered the quiet one amongst her friends, the patient one, the kind one—but she wasn't a voiceless doll. Her fingers tightened around her damp glass as an old, simmering pit of angry fire rekindled within the middle of her core. She's been that before—a doll. A nameless, raggedy old thing, and after moving out of her uncle's two years ago she vowed she'd never become that doormat of a person again. “Would you guys actually listen to me! It's no big deal.” Manon looked ready to say something, Asterin at least had the courtesy to look sheepish, and Aelin looked impressed by her anger. Freaking Aelin.

Sighing harshly, she continued before Manon could bulldoze her, “Look—did I enjoy my time with Lorcan today? Yes. Did I think he felt the same? Yes! Does it suck that he ditched me for someone else? Hell yes! But guess what?” Her mouth had turned dry during her speech and she quickly took one last drink of her nearly empty cocktail, “I'm a big girl—I'll get over it.”

“Of course you will,” Aelin nodded, then turned distracted to the bar tender who'd finally arrived to take her order.

Manon sniffed, “No one said you wouldn't.”

“He ditched you?” Rowan's voice startled Elide, making her jump slightly on her stool. She'd forgotten he was there. Blinking at him, the dark haired girl saw that he looked genuinely confused.

“Yeah, for someone named Maeve. She called and he went running to see her.”

“Maeve,” Rowan repeated, his voice deep and quiet. So quiet Elide would've missed his words had she not seen his mouth move. “In Rifthold.” Elide nodded, confused. Aelin and Rowan shared a glance—Elide could've sworn an entire conversation passed between them—and Rowan's jaw tightened, the small muscle along the right side pulsating out against the skin. “Excuse me,” the white haired man took a step back after giving Aelin a small nod, “I have to make a quick phone call.” Then he disappeared.

Aelin hummed and bit down on her lower lip. The bartender returned with her drinks and she took a small sip of hers while offering Rowan's to Asterin, “Here,” she said, “by the time he's back the ice will have melted.” Accepting the drink without so much as blinking, Asterin knocked the glass of whiskey back in one gulp.

Used to her friend's ability to drink like a fish, Elide asked, “Who's he calling?”

Shrugging, Aelin answered, “His cadre,” then, shaking her head, clarified, “his friends. Probably warning them about Maeve being in town.”

“Who is this chick anyway?” Manon asked, golden eyes flickering to Elide. She tried to convey her gratitude to the white haired woman for asking the question that had been burning on the edge of her tongue for the past several hours.

“Oh Maeve?” Aelin looked down into her blue colored drink, swirling it around casually. “Just a nightmare made flesh,” she took a long swig.

Asterin laughed, loudly and confidently, “God—how dramatic. A nightmare made flesh,” she bumped Elide's arm with her elbow. “What a load of bull—how bad can this bitch be?” She looked to Aelin, expecting for the other blonde to recant. To explain that this Maeve wasn't truly so bad as to warrant such a dramatic description, but when Aelin just took another long gulp, Asterin's grin fell. “Well?” She prompted, “How bad?” Elide waited for Aelin's response with baited breath.

Blue eyes connecting with black ones and Elide felt her heart stop. “Bad,” Aelin said, her lips tugged downwards into a frown. Elide had never seen her friend so serious. Gulping, she waved down the bartender for another drink. She was going to need it.

#tog #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #elorcan #manon blackbeak #rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #Aelin galathynius #asterin blackbeak #fanfic #the woes of having neighbors #ill just return to my hole now

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Request- Damien Bloodmarch

This is for @spaceviking who sent a request as I was heading to bed last night, it was a request for Damien and a traumatic hair cut. It was going to just be some headcanon bullet points but I couldn’t bring myself to do just that.

Guys, if there is anything that makes you uncomfortable let me know and I can tag it appropriately.

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His heart thumped in his chest, so hard it could have ruptured in his chest then and there, but Damien didn’t pay attention to his hammering heart, he could scarcely feel a thing aside from total fear and absolute humiliation. Throat raw from screaming as he twisted in the grip of several others.

~oOo~

Friends- that was what they had called themselves, old friends from college, those who he had barely known but they had recognised him while he was out grabbing dinner for himself and his son after work. Nothing unusual about himself, his hair was tied back, purple polo shirt and name tag, it had been a late shift at the shelter- Lucien had finally decided to message him and tell him he wanted spaghetti for dinner. Typical teenager waiting until the very last moment to make a decision. He had thrown the grocery bags into his car when he was approached by two men, they seemed familiar, with smiles and open hands they had introduced themselves as friends of his from college, Damien admitted he did not fully remember them, but they had insisted they’d had classes together. Which classes he wondered, but he paid no mind to the nagging apprehension at the back of his mind. “I’m so sorry, gentlemen, I honestly don’t remember you both that well, perhaps time has changed us too much?” ”Well, you haven’t changed all that much, you just have much longer hair.” One had said still smiling, eyes lingering on Damien’s long hair as he spoke, predatory but not quite unsettling. Feeling, somewhat, uncomfortable he moved to say his goodbyes but as he did so one of them invited him to grab a quick coffee, or a drink, one drink wouldn’t hurt. It sounded like a genuine request, it had been years since he’d spoken to anyone from college, perhaps they truly wanted to catch up with him?

It wasn’t until they led him past the last coffee shop and bar on the block did he believe something was, perhaps amiss. However, he chose to give them the benefit of the doubt, some people were good at finding little places off the main street with good food and good prices. Damien was not one to disregard a place just because it seemed a little dingy.

Sunset had been and gone and now they merely walked down a dark road past an old industrial estate with warehouses and factories lining the grey concrete, closed and locked up for years now sporting vivid graffiti like scars.

“Fellows, I believe we shall find nothing down here but empty buildings. Let us turn back?” Damien’s request was point blank ignored as they walked through the industrial estate towards a solitary warehouse at the end. A shudder ran through him, he felt unsafe... What men wandered through such places?

'You are a fully grown adult, Damien. You can leave whenever you wish to!' The internal argument lasted a few minutes, he stopped walking this caught the attention of the others who seemed agitated by this.

No longer did they hide their ire when he finally spoke.

“Dear fellows, this is too far off the beaten track for me, I think I’ll be heading home. Please, accept my sincerest apologies, do enjoy your night without me.” With an elegant bow he left them, as he turned away someone tugged on his shirt hard enough for him to miss his step and lose his footing falling back into a chest that seemed scarily close, strong arms wrapped around him and he was carried off, someone spoke to him but Damien could only hear the blood pounding in his ears.

Was he going to die?

“This is just a bit of fun, Dames. Like old times just guys having fun!” This man in front of him spat out his words with a sneer, voice dripping with malice. Confusion still flooded his mind, who was this man that had taken such time to him find him- he seemed to take such joy from watching him struggle against the almost iron grip of his other captor.

Without much grace he was dragged into the warehouse, a rusted room dimly lit by a naked lightbulb still swinging the string that had lit it had been yanked so hard it was held by a mere thread.

Damien winced as he was thrown on to a metal bench, there were more men here than he recalled walking with, some were far more recognisable but he didn’t have a chance to say anything, thick silver tape was smacked over his mouth with enough force his head was thrown back, he struggled to pull it off, his hands moving to remove the tape, another set pull them back and were bound behind him, he wasn’t sure what with but all that truly mattered was that he was being held against his will.

He cried out against the tape begging to be let go tears streaming down his face. His muffled voice only served as entertainment and his begging was returned with taunts and lewd actions as though none of this bore any consequence to their minds and souls.

What could they possibly want with him, he held no qualms with anyone, yes he had argued with people about certain things but it was just passion nothing malicious... Never had he quarrelled with another to the point that a rivalry had sprung up between them.

“We are going to have fun, we’ll give you a make over and then... Well... You’ll see.” The one that had originally approached him spoke, a voice low and dangerous, he had seemed too happy to see him earlier and now there was only a heated hatred in his eyes and Damien wondered at what point in his life had this man decided he hated him for no reason?

There was a strange buzzing sound at his left and his eyes darted toward the noise, tears leaking from his eyes more so at the sight of the electric razor. He had no doubts in his mind what they had planned to do to him.

“Let’s get rid of the hair first, only faggots wear their hair long.” The words hit him hard, bit into him and tore chunks out of his insides and left him feeling icy with dread. He had not heard this kind of talk before, he lived in a nice area and his neighbours were kind, he had been safe there.

He was brought back to his cruel situation when the razor buzzed close to his scalp and his long dark hair fell to the floor clump by clump.

How he sobbed against the tape, screamed and struggled, the bonds holding him too tight, unforgiving...

His hair...

Damien was not a vain man, he liked his clothes to match the era he adored it was just part of his hobby, but his hair... How he loved his hair, it was a part of his identity, he felt violated and the very fact of cutting his hair against his will nearly broke him completely.

It wasn’t until the razor stopped and the noise was replaced with anger that Damien realised the group’s plan wasn’t going well, there was hell going on in the warehouse, howls of pain... Men yelling, and a sickening crack and thud.

Damien thrashed left and right, trying hard to catch a glimpse of the carnage that seemed to be going on. Someone roared in pain and then it was silent.

Someone breathed heavily some way behind him. A breathless beast by the sounds of it.

The lights went out and Damien shrieked behind the tape, this was his own personal horror movie and he had no idea how the end would play out.

His throat raw from screaming, this event has traumatized him to the point that even if he could speak after this he wasn’t sure he would… could…

The room flooded with light, there was only the sound of someone still breathing heavily and the sound of a lighter flaring to life.

A face appeared before Damien, blurry though, as he was trying to make them out through tears of fear. They reached out and gently pulled the tape from his lips. He gasped out a sob breaking out from him.

“Damien, hey... It’s me, Calder.” Someone behind him sliced through the bonds at his wrists. Damien scrubbed at his eyes with his wrist before looking up, his newest neighbour stood looking at him with deep concern etched into his features.

Someone snorted behind him trying to smother a derisive laugh but failed, they sounded exactly like Robert.

“Come on, Prince Charming, quit with the heart eyes, Damien needs to get home. We’ll call the cops from his place I’ll get someone to watch this place in case anyone tries to clean it out.” Robert spoke before exhaling a lung full of smoke, he put a comforting hand to Damien’s shoulder before Calder helped him to his feet.

It wasn’t until he tried to stand that Damien realised he was shaking violently, shock near split his bones and ate at his insides, before he knew it he was stumbling into the night air to throw up the contents of his stomach.

Boots hit gravel skidding as Calder ran to catch up, and Damien felt his soothing hand on his back rubbing circles as he sobbed, his own hands digging into the gravel. Robert said something behind them but Damien couldn’t hear him, it didn’t matter because Calder bit back at him snapping something that sounded like- “Shut the fuck up.” But he could not be sure.

Everything after that was a blur, Damien didn’t even realise he was home until someone lit a fire in front of him and wrapped him in a blanket.

No one in the room mentioned what happened to his hair, no one knew what to say.

Damien sat in silence, he hadn’t spoken since Calder and Robert had found him, his mind constantly screaming incoherent thoughts.

His identity had been stripped from him.

#Writing Prompts #Damien Bloodmarch #Traumatic Haircut

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kyliesmilie26 · 7 years

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Doctor Blake Mysteries - S2E3. Otherwise known as Kylie’s inane and rather insane review… part eighteen...

We come to the penultimate post, it’s been one heck of a ride...

We learn almost all the answers in this part of the review...

*Doctor Blake Mysteries 2x3*

We’re back in the Ballarat Historical Society building. Elsie is taking down a book from the shelf, okay, maybe we’re in the library? Not relevant Kylie, move on.

Lucien enters the building. And it’s definitely the Historical Society for point of interest.

“Miss Patrick, good morning.”

Elsie is immediately on the defensive. “I’ve told you everything I know.”

It seems as if that blonde piece of hair from that wig has set off a ping! in Lucien’s genius mind. He’s somehow drawn a conclusion as to who indeed has done it.

“Yes, yes. But your colleague hasn’t.”

Martha! Quelle horreure! But why???

But I could be jumping the gun…

Lucien: “Miss…”

Martha fills in the blanks for him. “Harris.”

“Ah. Miss Harris.”

“How can I help you?”

I don’t think at this point she’s cottoned onto the fact that Lucien has figured out she murdered the man of many names… either that or she has and is trying to use her womanly wiles to distract him…

“Does the Historical Society have any material, any books…”

Cue a shot of Aaron peeking through the door to look at Martha.

There’s a lot of peeping tomfoolery afoot in this ep!

“… on migrant settlement in Ballarat?”

Aaron, who we discover is with Mattie, points to Martha.

She smiles at Lucien, I think she is pretending to be blissfully ignorant that he knows it’s her…

“A few actually.”

Lucien acts positively chuffed at this. “Wonderful! I’d love to see what you have.”

Meanwhile Aaron is nodding at something Mattie must have said. Probably confirming with Aaron that it’s Martha.

Martha is bending down behind the counter to retrieve one of the books Lucien was referring to when Charlie makes an appearance by the door.

Martha: Uh oh. The shit’s hit the fan now… I’m f****d…

She plans her quick escape.

Charlie: “Stay where you are!”

She claims that she was “just getting her purse.”

Hmm, likely story.

Elsie seems shocked at this turn of developments. “Martha?”

*Doctor Blake Mysteries 2x3*

In case you hadn’t guessed, we’re in the interview room at the station. Opening shot has Lawson sitting, all poised to begin the interview, Martha sitting opposite him, trying work out if she can somehow still talk her way out of what she’s done. And Lucien standing behind Matthew, to his right and our left. He’s standing in front of both a window and one of the two radiant heaters in the room. I wonder what has Lucien so deep in his musings now?

Let’s find out why she did it.

Matthew proceeds. “Martha Harris. Member of the Australian Communist Party since 1943.”

Lucien starts to turn around, and then the camera focuses on a up-close shot of Martha. And I can’t recall it, but there’s a young female police officer standing guard behind her along the wall. Well, she looks female, it’s so dark where she’s standing. I’m actually surprised they are even referencing female police officers… kudos DBM team!

Martha begins her defense, “The Soviets were our allies, and it’s not illegal.”

Matthew continues her profile. “Sacked from a government job under suspicion of having a relationship with an attaché (for those who are unsure of the meaning: another word for diplomat, representative or ambassador) at the Soviet Embassy…”

Ah! She didn’t??? Well, why else would she kill him?

And this means Jean was right, he was a Soviet! She isn’t often wrong, as I’m sure Lucien would be thinking as the camera turns back to him. A picture of someone putting all the pieces of the puzzle together in his mind, his arms crossed.

“… who subsequently went missing.”

It’s all coming together nicely now, excellent writing team!

Matthew wants to know is that why she moved to Ballarat.

“No. I have a sick aunt who lives here.”

Does she? Or is she producing one out of thin air…

“Suffering from…”

Lucien answers before Martha can, “Diphtheria.”

Okay, I take it back; she wasn’t lying about her sick aunt. Sorry Martha. But should we believe you, really?”

Another part of the mystery clicks for Lucien. “Does she know you were wearing her wig in the park?”

Ah-ha! Right!

She chooses not to answer, instead asking if she may smoke.

Filthy habit that, you know it will kill you? (Not that they would have known much about that in 1959). My apologies to any smokers who read this, no offence intended. :)

Matthew doesn’t answer, so she takes it as a yes and goes to get her pack of cigarettes from her purse.

Lawson is more concerned about getting to the bottom of why she chose to kill her lover/ex-lover. “How many identities did you manufacture for him?”

He starts to number them off, along with some information on the real identity of the aliases.

Sven Lundqvist – he died in Wendouree in 1912 at the age of three.

Niels van der Berg died in Castlemaine in 1897. He was only six months old!

I’m gonna add my own “Bloody hell!”

“Tor Olsen…”

Martha cuts in, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Yeah, sure you don’t. Pull the other one.

Lucien asks her if she likes poetry. Had to come into it sometime. It was referenced enough throughout the episode.

She clears her throat as if to say, You tell me, I’m not giving you anything.

And again, we get Lucien reciting some more of the poem.

“Foreknowing all bounds of passion, of power, of art, Mastered but could not mask his deep despair Even as she turned with Hermes to depart, Looking at her last on her grim ravisher For the first time she loved him from her heart.”

Well, they could not have chosen a better poem to fit the story. Wow! I’m not much of an expert of the analysis of poetry, but this poem rings true for this storyline.

Lucien wants to know if, “Was that… what it was like for you?”

Does it get much better than this DBM writers? Wow!

“Holding him while he died?”

I stand corrected! Outstanding job!

Lucien goes on to say that whoever this attaché was, that she loved him. He now gets out of the seat he’d sat down in briefly. “You’d given up everything for him. Everything. And he couldn’t even remain faithful.”

Had to be, didn’t it?

He is now sitting on the table next to Martha.

“What about his marriage?” Yep, I’d like to know about that too.

He wants to know if that was the last straw; the one that broke the camel’s back so to speak.

She still avoids the question. I guess her lack of answer, is an answer in itself. For the record, here is her reply, “You should charge me, if you have anything, or let me go. But there’s no reason to go on talking like this.”

Bringing back too many painful memories for you Martha?

Matthew comes back into the conversation, “You’re right.” And he adds that this case is no longer in their jurisdiction and that some agents on their way to talk to her.

“Unless you have anything else to say, this interview is over.”

Martha looks like she might want to say something, will she? And Lucien seems to pick up on this, “Miss Harris?”

She thinks better of it, “No. I have nothing more to say.”

She has what appears to be a mint or some kind of chewing gum and goes to put one in her mouth…

She has nothing more to say because she wants to kill herself!

Lucien immediately puts a stop to that!

He grabs her hand and tries to take the “lolly” from her.

“Cyanide! Sugar-coated to disguise it.”

Between the two men, they manage to get the poison from her grasp.

“You did love him!” Lucien exclaims.

She looks down at her lap.

“PASSIONATELY!” Lucien yells, banging his hand on the desk. “But unlike you, he was trained to walk away.

She finally cracks, “I gave up everything for him. I found him new places to live, new identities. But every time, he found another lover.”

“And the message you wrote in that book…” Lucien says, everything making sense to him now, “…you were arranging to meet, weren’t you?”

So, she wrote the message! I assumed it was him, although I’m sure that was the intention of the writers.

“I’d had enough.” She pauses for a moment, “He was a traitor.”

Ooh Lawson looks so so stern here! (Yet also slightly confused.) “To his country?”

She shakes her head, chuckling, “to me.”

TBC...

Only the last couple of scenes to go.

Hope you’re enjoying it... even if its well and truly behind schedule...

#doctor blake mysteries #s2e3 #a foreign field #episode in review #sorry there are no screencaps...#my bad...

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elucienschild · 3 years

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me: i love az so much pls he’s my favorite book boyfriend, and my favorite man from acotar

also me: bwahahah i want lucien to kick az’s ass so much, show your true power fox boy

#acosf spoilers #acotar #elucien #gwynriel #azriel #lucien vanserra #i miss old lucien before everything truly went to hell #lucien x azriel #azriel x lucien #shadowsinger

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elucienschild · 3 years

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wait so some people dislike lucien? embarrassing...

#acotar #acosf #lucien vanserra #a court of thorns and roses #give lucien a break #i miss old lucien before everything truly went to hell #best boy

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elucienschild · 3 years

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i refuse to believe lucien would ever act like as territorial as rhys or cass

i am sorry but if e/riel happen my headcanon is that lucien would be destroyed, but not mad, nor would try to kill azriel. he would let them because it would make elain happy. and that is why he is superior.

#acotar #acosf #elucien #lucien vanserra #acosf spoilers #anti e/riel #give lucien a break #i miss old lucien before everything truly went to hell

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elucienschild · 3 years

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elucien one shot

pov: there’s only one bed😏

concept: Elain and Lucien are in an emissary business for the night court. they already grew a bit closer but not so much lol. and basically, they are on the continent for emissary purpose, and they have to sleep in a little hostel, but there’s only one bed left

Elain entered the warmth of the tavern, Lucien just behind her. They had traveled all day from the coast after spending a few days on the ocean. They have decided it was best for them to hide their power on the continent, the hatred between the faes and the mortals was still very present.

“I’m going to ask for a room,” Lucien told her. She waited for him a few minutes, anxious of the men starting at her, and her bare leg. She was wearing a cream gown, but the left side of it gets ripped off during their journey. She tried to cover it while Lucien came back to her. “They only have one room left, is that alright?”

“Yes sure,”

“Is everything okay? You look anxious?”

“Yes, I'm just tired” of course he didn’t believe a word of it, but Elain did not give him the chance to understand and dragged him upstairs. “Which room do we have?”

“The fifth one” He opened the room, and went still, noticing the problem.

“What are you doing that face ?” She then entered the room, and see it. One bed. One, little bed. Well, it is a bed made for two people, but compared to the night court’s bed, it was so little. “Oh...”

“I- I asked for two beds. I swear I did”

“It’s okay”

“Are you sure ?”

“Yes, I am. It’s just to sleep, right?”

“Yes! Of course. Sleep.” he looked embarrassed. Of course, Elain thought: the bond. Feyre and Nesta told her that it was hard for some males to restrain their impulses. “I am going to look for dinner, you should go take a bath”

“Just say I smell bad !”

“I would never say such things, but”

He was teasing her, she knew “Fuck off!”

He laughed “Such words in a lady’s mouth” and then he leave before she could show him her middle finger.

She tried not to laugh, and then get undressed to go the warm water of the bath. Lucien must have warm it with his power, she thought. She tried to go fast and put on her nightgown as Lucien entered the room again with two food trays. “Hey, are you descent?”

“Yes I am” she sat on the bed “What is it?”

“Food”

“It looks disgusting”

“I know” he laughed, and then gave her tray. “Here. You can eat, I am going to take a bath”

“Okay,” she did not wait for him to start eating, she hasn’t eaten anything of the day yet and was starving. She finished her tray when Lucien went back into the room and eat as well. “How many days before we arrive at our destination?”

“Depends, 2 or 3. If you give up your gown for pants.”

“Unicorns will exist before you see me in pants!”

“Well, Helion already has pegasus, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had unicorns” he laughed “Besides, no weird old man would look at your legs if you wear pants”

“You knew?!”

“Yes I knew, I’m not blind, I saw the old men looking at you, I just wanted to see if you would tell me”

She didn’t answer immediately. “And what would you have do if I told you?”

“I would have burst their eyes” He was not laughing, his face completely serious.

“You did not, right?”

“No. You want me to do so?”

“No! No, of course not, don’t get in trouble for that”

“You were uncomfortable”

“But they did not approach me. I’m fine... But... It’s sweet to know you would defend me” He last sentance put a smile on his face.

“Always.”

She smiled to him. “Can i ask you something?”

“Yes..? I am scared what you are going to ask”

“Can i braid you hair ?”

He looked at her, to see if she was serious, and then burst out laughing.

“You are mocking me !”

“No! I was just not expecting this. But yes, sure, do whatever you want with them” he smiled, and sat straight. She then get closer to him, and started to brush them slowly.

“Tell me if it hurt” she continued to brush them a moment, and then braid them. “And here it is. You have soft hair”

“Thank you, dove” He smiled. “Perhaps we should sleep now, if we want to reach the next village by tomorrow night”

“Yes, sure, let’s sleep.” she slipped under the blanket as he did after turning off the light. “Good night Lucien”

“Good night, dove”

She smiled at the nickname, he has been calling her ‘dove’ for a few days now, and perhaps it was her favorite nickname. She closed her eyes, and tried to relax, before noticing how cold the room was. “Lucien..?”

“Yes?”

“I’m cold...”

A few minutes passed by before he finally say anything. “May i take you in my arms? I have nothing in mind, my body is just warm-“ He didn’t have the chance to finish his sentance before she put herself in his arm. He smiled, and hold her in his arms, using his magic to warm her.

“Thank you...”

“No problem” He smiled, and let his hand cuddle her back. “You smell good”

“Ha, now I smell good?”

He laughed with her. “You do. You smell like roses and fresh air. I never smell something better” He smiled as she blushed, and hide her face in his neck.

“You smell like fresh air, but fire at the same time, which is pretty weird. But I love it” It was his time to blush, and he squeezed her in his arms.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure?”

“Can you still hear it? My heart?”

She took a few minutes before answering. “Yes. I do. I still hear it, every day. Even when you are far.”

“It must be annoying”

“It isn’t... It is comforting.”

He chuckled. “Happy to hear it”

“Ho shut up” She laughed with him, and then pressed her body to his, looking for his warmth, and then close her eyes. “Good night Lucien, for real this time”

He smiled “Good night, dove”

#acotar #elucien #acosf #sjmaas #lucien vanserra #a court of thorns and roses #acomaf #elain archeron #give lucien a break #elain x lucien #i miss old lucien before everything truly went to hell #i want them endgame so bad

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