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songbirdsingingthings · 3 years

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Chapter Six - Skipping to First in the Ever Growing Line

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

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You hadn’t left your father’s side for a week and counting. Every waking moment was spent fretting over him - whether he was warm enough, whether he had enough to eat… whether he ate at all. You no longer made much of an effort to attend balls, much to Nemuri’s chagrin, and it had been a few days since you took a proper bath. Izuku was feeling just as drowned as you were - while you were serving as a caretaker of sorts, Izuku took on all of the work your father had to do on a daily basis; check the budgets, arrange business meetings, manage the family’s finances… it was just so much to do. Every time you heard your father croak or make a move to get up, you were always on your feet to aid him with whatever he needed. This kept you up late into the night and into the wee hours of the morning. You busied yourself with reading whatever you could to keep you awake. They whirled you away into their worlds of fantasy, romance, and adventure so rich and lovely that you wished to be swept up and dropped right into them.

It was late, very late, and your nose was buried into the latest novel you had come across all the while making note of every time your father’s breathing was irregular and shallow. That’s why it surprised you when Mei stepped in quietly to say that you had company. You peered over at the little clock that was sitting atop the nightstand and looked back at her with a “are you serious?” look. She merely nods and motions with her head to follow. You don’t budge from your seat, instead pointing at your father who was asleep. With a silent motion, Mei pointed at you and then out of the door, then she pointed to herself and the chair that you were sitting in. You understood and, unhappily, rose from the wooden chair, patted her shoulder, and made your way down the long sweeping staircase. You were sure your hair was a mess and that your dress was all wrinkled, but you didn’t care. It was almost 1’oclock in the morning after all. What surprised you was that you didn’t have just one visitor, but four. All dressed in sharp suits and looking fresh as a daisy, the four young men looked up at you and gained a different response. There was Lord Iida who not only carried a briefcase, but also a vase of beautiful flowers. Well, his butler held that. Your gaze flickered to Shouto’s, and for a brief but fleeting moment, held them. And then there was Lord Kirishima and Lord Bakugou - the boys you had known for almost forever. Katsuki would tease Izuku relentlessly when you were younger, so he did the same with you, but it was all in good fun. Lord Kirishima became Lord Bakugou’s closest confidant - and you did expect that there was more to that relationship than they were letting on - and another one of Izuku’s friends. You cleared your throat as you stopped in front of them, gaining their undivided attention.

“Gentleman, to what do I owe the pleasure of this… lovely, yet early, meeting?” Your words come out a bit more harshly than you intended, but nevertheless you continued to stare the four of them down without your confidence shaking.

“Deku mentioned that he was in need of some help, Half-pint, ” Katsuki said, stepping forward. Katsuki had always been taller than you, hence your loving nickname that left his mouth so often. “Y’know where we can find him?” You didn’t have the urge, nor patience, to listen to why your brother needed four of them exactly, so you just led them to the study instead. You knocked twice and opened the door, revealing a frazzled Izuku sat at his desk, his sleeves pulled up to his elbows and his hair a frizzy mess. He looked up and his weary eyes met yours, and then the rest of your company.

“Midoriya, it’s been a while!” Kirishima said gallantly, walking over to him and putting a friendly hand on his shoulder.

“Seriously Deku, no words for a couple weeks and then we get a letter saying ‘need your assistance’? It would’ve been a shame if that got into the wrong hands and rumors started to float around.” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes. While the three of them conversed, Lord Iida stepped towards you, his butler in toe.

“I thought that you might be under a significant amount of stress lately, so I offer aid in any way necessary. He explains, earning a soft nod for you. “I also thought you might enjoy these flower arrangements - shall I have my butler place them in your parlor?”

“Yes, thank you Lord Iida. They’re lovely.” You decide not to mention how the arrangements were made up of white lilies, the flower that represents death. Lord Iida bows before you and in return you give him a quick curtsy. You slowly begin to step out of the room and you almost make it down the hallway before Shouto stops you.

“Y/N,” He breathes, his voice light but heavy with concern. You don’t correct him when he uses your first name. Instead, you turn to face him slowly. You see him open his mouth to talk but then hesitates.

“Would you like me to fetch a servant for tea? Because other than that, I genuinely do not know how I can be of service to you,” You sigh, bringing up one of your hands to daintily rub your eyes. I need to get back to reading, otherwise I’m going to fall asleep, you think to yourself. Shouto frowns and takes a step towards you.

“I want to be of service to you.” He admits. His eyes are soft and tender as they look at you, making you wish you had the strength to turn around and march back upstairs to your bedchamber. However, you were running on almost no sleep and hadn’t eaten in awhile, making you weak to his pretty face. Despite your fatigue, a small laugh escapes you.

“I’m not quite sure how that might work,” You say, letting one of your hands settle on your hip. “The young gentlemen of your social class, to my knowledge, have never been subjected to the studies of taking care of someone. That task normally falls upon the women of the household. And, from what I was able to see at your estate,” Shouto tenses at your words, remembering how your whole relationship dynamic swiftly changed when he brought you to his home, “you are up to your knees in servants awaiting your beck and call.” While your words might’ve seemed severe, they were true in all stances. Shouto knew this.

“I’m aware, I still want to help you.” His voice is no longer hesitant, but earnest and insistent. You give in.

“Alright then,” you murmur, motioning with your head that he could walk beside you. He took that opportunity quickly and the two of you settled into a comfortable pace, taking your time walking down the long hallway that ran through the left side of your house. The two of you are silent for a minute before Shouto decides to speak up.

“How much sleep have you been getting?” You expected this question, but that didn’t make it easier to answer. I should just tell him the truth, the bags underneath my eyes are evidence enough you think.

“Two, maybe three hours a night.” You hear Shouto suck in a breath and you peek over to see his eyes widen in concern.

“How much have you eaten today?” He asks more quietly, like he’s scared to hear the answer.

“Enough,” you say, hoping that will quell his questioning.

“Y/N,” He breathes, grabbing hold of your arm. Your nonchalant look seemed to cause exasperation from him. “You need to take care of yourself.” You shrug his grasp off.

“I need to take care of my father.” You say instead.

“Where are your kitchens?” He asks, provoking confusion to flash across your face.

“Is there a reason to visit them?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“We can get something to bring to your father.” And with that, the two of you began the ‘journey’ to the far corners of your home.

“Do you happen to know where everything is kept?” He asks you, peering over pots and pans that were hanging on the wall. You stifle a laugh at his incomprehension of how a kitchen works.

“The utensils and cookware resides there,” you point towards where Shouto was standing. “There is dried fruit in the cupboards over there and next to them are the fresh vegetables,” you motion to your left. “And the ice house is outside, which stores the milk, butter, and other perishables.” Shouto nods as he looks to where you had motioned, taking note of where everything was located.

“Perhaps we should bring him some dried Y/F/F,” He suggests, strolling over to the cabinet. With a small smile on your face, you shake your head.

“I have to disagree, Father can’t stand the taste for some reason,” You explain. Nonetheless, he digs through the cupboard and finds a little basket of dried Y/F/F. He places them in front of you on the small table.

“But you can. They’re your favorite.” He says, causing you to fluster.

“How did you know that?” You wonder, eyeing him.

“I would’ve loved to say intuition, but Izuku had mentioned it when I came into your parlor. That day when you so charitably entertained Lord Mineta?” A wistful smile fell across your face, thinking back to that time. Shouto had saved you from what would’ve been a most horrendous outing with that suitor, if you could’ve even called him that. “He said something about the fruit tarts on the table he and your father were sitting at, and mentioned how Y/F/F was your favorite. So, eat up. Then we can take something to your father.” You obliged his wants, taking a dried slice of fruit out of the basket and biting into it. The flavors seemed to wrap your taste buds in a warm, and much needed, hug that prompted your smile to grow bigger.

“Thank you,” you say genuinely. A small smile flickers across Shouto’s face at your words as he leans back on a countertop.

“Lord Iida’s flower choice was certainly interesting.” He says bluntly. You bark out a laugh and make haste to quickly cover your mouth, but the damage was done.

“I’m sure he meant no ill intent,” you try and reason, causing Shouto to roll his eyes.

“However he managed to become the suitor at the front of your ever growing line of them is beyond me.” You can hear the hints of jealousy in his voice, bringing you back to your conversation before you heard about your father’s condition. You choose to wave it off though.

“Ever growing line, huh?” You say, plucking another piece of fruit from the basket.

“You must know that you are the most desirable young lady that is out in the season.” He states. You cock your head to emphasize the point that you were in the dark about the subject Shouto was talking about, so he continued.

“Y/N.” The way your name leaves his lips causes your heart to leap. “Not only are you of high social status and come from an honorable and cherished family. You are kind,” he takes a step towards you. “Intelligent,” another step. “Beautiful.” He is now very close to you, maybe only about a foot away. It was when you looked up into his eyes that you knew. He was the one you must marry. Shouto was the only young man you have ever truly imagined a future with. He was not a bore like Lord Ojirou or disagreeable and sickening like Lord Mineta. You could be yourself around him. If you married Lord Iida, you would have to put on a show similar to the one you performed with his mother - the perfect little lady who was quiet, abiding… unspoken. Shouto liked your spunk and your loud little family. He treasured the small facts he learned about you with such care. He loved you.

“Shouto…” You whisper. To hell with the notion of marrying Lord Iida. You could deal with the social repercussions of that later, along with Shouto’s father’s clear disdain of you. That was all just white noise when you looked at the man in front of you and the tender look on his face. It was taboo to engage in serious romantic affairs before engagement, and even then, it was rare for a couple to show public displays of affection. But, you found yourself absolutely drawn to his lips. You leaned in just like the heroine from your book had, making sure that your eyes fluttered shut before you met his… but they never did. Thanks to the clamour coming from down the hallway, the two of you sprung apart and busied yourselves with something in the kitchen when the kitchen maids came in. Fighting a flustered expression, you made yourselves look up and meet your maids’ eyes.

“Oh Lady Yagi, we did not expect you to be here!” One of your maids piped up, curtsying to you and Shouto.

“It’s quite alright, Lord Shouto and I were just preparing something for my Father and didn’t want to bother you,” you explain, earning nods from the little group.

“Please, allow us!” They say, quickly working their way around the kitchen to whip up a small and nutritious meal. Cheese and crackers were placed atop a small tray along with a glass of chilled water. “Shall we take this upstairs to the senior Lord Yagi?” One of them asks, earning a shake of your head. You gently take the tray from her hands and smile.

“If you’ll allow it, I’d like to take it to him,” you say, your voice placated. The maid nods and curtsies again, letting you and Shouto pass through the small hallway together. Silence graces the two of you again but it’s different this time. It was no longer awkward and tense, but comforting and hopeful. The two of you would keep sneaking glances at the other, sometimes catching each other in the act.

“Can we discuss this…?” Shouto asks, his tone now shy again. You nod, not trusting your voice, and give him a smile. “Maybe on the promenade tomorrow morning?” You knew it was ridiculous to get as excited as you were about promenading with Shouto - for heaven’s sake, you already knew that he harbored feelings for you! But his invitation made it all the more real.

“That would be lovely.”

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ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa · 4 years

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Footprints in the Sand

Part 3: Less

Summary/Author’s note: We’re getting there I promise. I’m trying not to rush it because I know when I read a slow burn it is so much more satisfying but they are so hard to write because goddammit y’all are in love we know it, just bone. I can also post the Lannister family tree if that helps you guys see the reader’s relation, I did the research to figure out where they fit and…whew boy. That tree has a lot of branches. Enjoy.

Pairing: Oberyn x Ellaria x Reader Word Count: 3k Rating/Warnings: R/18+ Language, Mentions of implied/wrongly accused rape.

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Sleep had been impossible. You tossed and turned with thoughts of the Prince and his Paramour and the proposal they had laid at your feet. The smart thing to do would be to weigh your options–compare the idea of leaving behind everything you’ve ever known, or jumping head first off a cliff into a new adventure. Instead, what you had done all night was lay in bed and think of Ellaria’s mouth on yours. You shut your eyes tightly and rolled over burying your face in the pillow.

It wasn’t like you had never thought about another woman in the way you had spent the entire night thinking about Ellaria Sand. Since you were a young girl the idea of kissing another girl had made your heart flutter beneath your breast. Women were beautiful in the same way you found men to be–it seemed a pretty straightforward concept. But to the world around you, thoughts like these made you feel ostracized, so you did what you thought was best and shoved them down into a dark part of your subconscious willing them to just disappear. One kiss from Ellaria though, had undone all of your careful repressive work and brought those feelings running to the surface like a siren breaking through the waters of the sea.

You groaned and smacked the pillow before sitting up in bed and shoving the hair from your eyes. Sleep wasn’t coming and the birds were already starting to stir outside the window of your bedchambers. You tied your hair back out of your eyes in a ribbon and pulled an old robe out of your trunk, slipping it around your shoulders. You touched the necklace that dangled between your breasts and took a deep breath before walking out into the hall.

The kitchen was already bustling with a few of the maids as they started to get breakfast ready for the guests of the castle. Fresh baked bread with freshly churned butter and clover honey sat on the table next to a plate of ham. You said good morning to one of the other ladies and sat down going straight for the fragrant bread and spreads.

“Good morning, (y/n).” One of the maids said as she sat a cup down in front of you. “Your uncle has already gone for a meeting with the other Lannisters. He didn’t want to wake you.”

You nodded but didn’t try to talk over your mouth full of food. It wasn’t like his daily agenda meant much to you, if he needed your help at the market he would have taken the time to wake you.

“He did ask if there was something you wanted to tell him?” She put her hands on her wide hips and raised a gray eyebrow.

“What?” You ask, swallowing rather hard.

“I’m guessing it has something to do with your new suitor!” She gestured over towards the window with a large, motherly smile on her face.

You follow her gaze and are glad you no longer had a mouth full of bread because you would have choked. In the window, already starting to turn towards the early morning sunrise, was a large ornate vase. The vase was filled with large orange and yellow tiger lilies, similar in color to the dress Ellaria had worn the day before–or colors that represented house Martell. You put down your breakfast and shoved the chair away from the table, quickly getting up to inspect them.

“Shit,” you breathed without thinking.

“Someone fancies you, dear,” the maid continued to smile as she laid down more dishes and silverware.

You were only half listening as a folded piece of paper caught your eye. In swirling script it simply read:

‘A conventional life is a boring life. – O & E’

You quickly stuffed the note in the pocket of your robe and picked up the vase, turning towards the stairs.

“Surely you’re not finished. You’ve barely touched your food.” The maid called after you as you started the climb back to your room.

“I’m not hungry. If he asks, tell my Uncle I’ll be home late.” You said over your shoulder as you slammed the door behind you. After setting the vase on your nightstand, you pulled the note out of your pocket and read it over again before getting dressed quickly.

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By the time you were dressed and halfway to the brothel, the city was awake and thriving. Shops were open and people were milling about procuring items that they would need for the upcoming days. A light mist had fallen over most of the city and it was as if the sky could not decide if it wanted to rain or not. You rubbed your arms in your short-sleeved dress, missing the shawl that you were now certain you left in Oberyn’s Chambers in your haste to leave the day before.

The door to the brothel was locked when you tried to turn the handle, you hadn’t thought about it possibly being closed. When did brothels start doing daily business? Unsure of what else to do, you knocked timidly.

A robed woman, you would have bet money was wearing nothing underneath, answered the door, leaning on the archway. “Can I help you, sweet one?” She said, practically purring.

“I’m here to see Prince Oberyn,” you tried. “He’s–he’s expecting me.” It was only a half lie.

She looked down your body slow enough to make you want to turn away but then she nodded her head to gesture inside. “Upstairs.” She moved to the side to allow you to pass.

The door shut behind you and you headed for the stairs. The place was much quieter than it had been the day before, as most of its patrons were probably still in bed or just beginning to take breakfast. The thought made you pause outside the bedchamber you knew belonged to the prince. We’re they even awake? Fuck. You leaned your forehead against the wood of the door contemplating turning around and walking back to the castle. But something inside you said otherwise and before you lost what little courage you had, you knocked on the door.

“Enter,” a familiar, deep voice said and you did.

Oberyn was sitting up against the headboard, a book balanced in one hand, while the other stroked Ellaria’s dark hair as she slept on his bare chest. He peered over the book as you leaned against the door to close it behind you.

“(Y/n),” he said, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice as he put the book down. As he moved to sit up, Ellaria opened her eyes. She sat up with a look of shock equal to that of the prince, the movement causing the sheet to slip, revealing her naked breast.

“I’m sorry,” you started to look away but stopped yourself, remembering their lessons from the day before. “I don’t know why I’m here.”

They stayed quiet, as if worried whatever they said would scare you off. Taking a few steps towards the bed, you continued.

“I don’t know why I’m here or what I want.” You hugged your own arms as if trying to protect yourself from the raw feelings you were voicing. “But I know that you’re right. I can’t stay in King’s Landing. I can’t go back to Casterly Rock. I can’t be a merchant.” You took a deep breath and closed your eyes tightly forcing yourself to be honest. “No one has ever asked me what I want. Not until yesterday. Not until you.” You opened your eyes and looked at Ellaria. “I’m not saying yes to going to Dorne. But–I’m not saying no."

You looked between them both as you focused on the simple act of breathing normally. Here you stood, talking too much and looking like a ridiculous little girl. Surely they would rescind their offer now. Surely they would regret pursuing you like this after such an embarrassing outburst, but all they did was share a knowing smile before looking back to you.

“Say something, please.” You sighed and put a hand to your face, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Did you get our gift?” Oberyn asked, simply.

You blinked slowly before nodding. “Y-yes. They’re lovely."

“They reminded us of you,” Ellaria said, grinning as she laid her head back on Oberyn’s chest.

“Stop,” you shook your head, feeling the heat rise to your face again, but you couldn’t help the smile that broke through your face.

Oberyn turned his head and pressed his lips to Ellaria’s hairline before sitting up. "I’ll have someone bring us up some breakfast.” As he threw his dark blue shawl around his shoulders from the day before, you were left alone with the woman you had spent the whole night dreaming about.

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“So, I threw my dagger and pinned his hand to the wall.” Oberyn picked up a strawberry from the platter on the table and popped it into his mouth before, putting his hand against the wall like he was stuck to it.

“You didn’t,” you shook your head, smiling as Oberyn stood in front of you and Ellaria miming the perfect throw of a knife. He had been telling stories for the better part of the morning and you had been enjoying them immensely. He had a knack for it and an energy that made even the simplest of tales interesting.

“I absolutely did.” He insisted. “And it was even more impressive because he was a small man, with very small hands.” He waggled his large hand in the air as if to demonstrate.

“And you know what they say about small hands?” Ellaria said, finishing her wine and slinking off the couch towards the prince.

“What do they say about small hands?” You said, knowing perfectly well what the old adage was but wanting to hear her say it.

“Small hands means a small cock, my dear. So tell me,” she held up Oberyn’s hand and pressed hers to it, so they were palm to palm. His hand absolutely swallowed hers. “What does that say about our dear Prince’s hands?” She grinned and you blushed, looking back into your glass of wine.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled into your cup not knowing what else to say.

Oberyn started to lean down to capture Ellaria’s lips but she pulled away to keep her eyes on you. “By the gods, what are you sorry for?”

“It was forward of me, to–” you swallowed hard and forced yourself to meet her gaze. “To discuss such things.”

“Discuss what? The Prince’s cock?” she let the hard sound at the end of the word echo slightly in the back of her throat for emphasis. Oberyn smirked and intertwined his fingers with his paramour’s for a moment as he looked at you.

You shook your head and broke their gaze once again. Why was she doing this? Was it her personal goal to make you slide off of the couch into a puddle on the floor? Did you care?

Ellaria let go of Oberyn’s hand and grinned. “You are a sweet one.” She walked back over to the fainting couch the two of you were sharing and pulled her legs under her as she sat. “When you’re with us, you apologize to no one."

“But why?” you asked.

“Life is too short to feel ashamed about one of the greatest pleasures in it.” She tucked your hair behind your ear and continued, “Oberyn’s talked all morning. It’s your turn.”

“Me?”

“Excellent idea,” Oberyn said, kicking his feet up on the table and refilling his cup.

“But you already know so much about me,” you joked, remembering the information that Oberyn paid for.

“I don’t want to know things that are common knowledge,” Oberyn said. “We want the good parts.”

“I’m afraid none of it is very good.” You said, suddenly feeling self-conscious about your less than exciting life thus far.

“We’ll start easy,” Ellaria shared a nod with Oberyn. “Have you ever been with a man before?”

You choked into your goblet, feeling your eyes water as some of the wine went into your nose. Oberyn grinned so wide it was as if he were a child on his name day. He stroked his beard and kept his eyes on you as you cleared your throat and looked at Ellaria.

“That’s an easy question?”

“Of course,” she nodded. “The answer is a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’. See? Easy.”

You looked at her with wide eyes but still smiled at her seemingly natural charm. “Fine. Yes.” Oberyn pulled his feet down off the table and leaned forward on his chair.

“Yes?” he asked, unable to mask his surprise…or perhaps it was delight.

“Yes,” you repeated. “It was a long time ago.”

“Well, that much is obvious.” Ellaria interrupted.

“You’re making fun of me,” you said and she put a hand to her chest in mock surprise.

“Of course I’m not,” she said, and looked at Oberyn. “Would I do such a thing?”

“Do not make me answer that,” he said smartly and looked back at you. “Continue, (y/n).”

You took a deep breath and set your cup on the table in favor of wringing your hands in your lap and not meeting either of their gaze. “It was a childhood infatuation. A stupid fantasy really.” You started and when neither one of them interrupted you, you continued. “My uncle didn’t think it was a good match–below the Lannister name.”

“But you didn’t think that,” Ellaria said, not as a question but more of a statement.

“No,” you shook her head. “He was kind. He listened to me. That alone was more important than his house.”

"Who was your father?” Oberyn raised an eyebrow and you rubbed your forehead.

“My father and Uncle are Joanna’s brothers.”

“Tywin’s deceased wife?”

“Yes. It gets messy when everyone seems to forget that Tywin is Joanna’s second cousin.” You felt embarrassed laying the family tree on the table, but everyone knew the Lannister obsession with keeping everything within the family.

“So, that make’s Tywin–” Ellaria prompted.

“Another uncle, by marriage?” You shook your head and looked exasperated. “I would need to draw it out.”

“What happened to your love from the Rock?” Oberyn asked, changing the subject.

“Right. I was young, and stupid, and we thought we were much sneakier than we actually were.” You swallowed hard and tried to keep your voice from wavering. “We went out to the woods for a midday–” you waved your hand in the air, fumbling for a word to use.

“Fuck,” Ellaria prompted.

“Yes, thank you–” you continued. “And my Uncle had someone follow us. And, on the advice of the almighty Tywin Lannister, had him arrested for rape.” You blinked rapidly and looked upwards refusing to let something you had worked so hard on repressing, surface in front of them. “The charges were dropped of course because it wasn’t true–but the embarrassment was enough to make him run for the hills.” You picked up your glass and took a rather large drink. “Because everyone knows when you fuck a Lannister, you fuck the whole family apparently–and no one wants to do that.” Your tone was bitter, but you couldn’t help it as you ran the cup in between your palms, feeling the weight of their gaze on you.

“It’s not your fault,” Ellaria said simply, moving to sit closer to you.

“I know that,” you said, still looking down at your glass.

“Do you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and putting her finger under your chin to make you look at her.

Your eyes were burning with unshed tears but you stubbornly swallowed them along with the lump in your throat. “Then whose fault is it?”

“Tywin Lannister’s,” Oberyn said firmly, his tone containing a sharp bite.

“And your Uncle’s,” Ellaria nodded.

“Well,” you just shrugged lightly in agreement with them, not knowing what else to say. “Not only am I damaged goods–I’m damaged goods with a terrifying family.”

Oberyn got up, pushing his chair back so abruptly it scraped against the wooden floor, making you and Ellaria jump. He moved to the window of the room and leaned against it, looking out at the people below in silent thought. His shoulders moved slowly with a few deep breaths before he finally spoke, turning to look back at you, “The Lannister’s are not terrifying. They are not gods looking down on us from Casterly Rock–they bleed just like all other men.”

“Oberyn,” Ellaria said carefully.

He moved across the room and knelt down in front of you on one knee. “And you, my lioness,” he took your hand gently, giving you an opportunity to pull away if you wanted to. You didn’t. “Are not damaged goods,” he mumbled the words against your knuckles as he pressed his lips to your hand and gave you a small squeeze.

Ellaria balanced her chin in her hand and watched the two of you with a small smile. The gesture was so tender coming from a man you had heard so many stories about–and only just met for yourself the day before. It made your chest tight. It made your heart beat a little faster and see such an imposing figure in a new light.

“Your lioness?” you said, biting your lip and moving the topic to something lighter. You squeezed his hand and rubbed the pad of your thumb over his large fingers.

Oberyn froze, realizing that you heard exactly what he had said and chuckled. “My apologies.”

“Don’t apologize.” “Don’t apologize.”

Both you and Ellaria said the same thing at the same time and looked at each other before falling into a fit of laughter. Oberyn let go of your hand and rolled his eyes, standing up and moving back to his chair. “What have I gotten myself into?” he asked no one in particular as you and Ellaria continued to giggle.

It felt good to laugh. It felt good to talk to people who seemed interested in what you had to say and think. You felt as if a weight had been taken from your shoulders now that someone other than those responsible knew of the injustice of your past. It didn’t make it right. It didn’t make it better. It just made it…less.

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riverfxle · 5 years

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Princess and the gang member | bughead

Summary — Betty Cooper, the admirable heir to the throne goes missing on her twenty first birthday and the kingdom goes mad trying to find her. But she didn't want to be found. She soon meets the local biker gang who agrees to help her escape from the kingdom. It turns out they have their own royalty and their Prince is mighty fine.

Authors Note — I don't write bughead fics or imagines often but I felt like I needed to post this draft that was created after I witnessed the beauty that is Lili Reinhart in her Golden globe outfit that literally screamed princess. Enjoy!

BETTY COOPER WASN'T OKAY.

A person's twenty first birthday was almost exclusively supposed to be sloppily, drunken fun with your favorite people. But she found herself stuffed tightly into one of many ball gowns with her hair painfully pinned into the most complicated updo she had every seen.

"Smile, Elizabeth."Her mother hissed into her ear as they stood at the top of the staircase.

Betty forced her best smile, the one she had perfected over the years, and descended the stairs one by one. She eyed the crowd and it donned on her — she didn't know any of these people, most of which were male. Betty felt a pain in her chest as she realized what this so called birthday extravaganza was really for... To auction her off as someone's bride.

She knew that she was getting closer to the ideal age for her to become Queen, the meer thought sending shivers down her spine. But never did she think that her parents would be the ones to try to arrange a forced marriage.

But could she really be surprised when they basically banished her older sister from their kingdom once she birthed twins, without the Blossom boy's ring on her finger. Betty pitied her sister but also envied her.

Alice Cooper spent the night forcing her to meet various suitors, all not her type. Anger pulsed in her veins every time one of the men would give her lustful stares, or say crude and vile remarks once her mother was distracted.

Betty sighed deeply as she stepped out onto the balcony, the cool fresh air entering her hot burning lungs. She let the few tears she had forced back slid down her cheeks before she wiped them gently with the back of her hand, she didn't want to ruin her makeup.

She couldn't live like this anymore. She knew that soon she would be forced into a loveless marriage, the thing she was scared of most.

Betty knew she had to do something and it had to be done tonight, no exceptions.

She would not suffer the same fate her mom had, nor her female ancestors did.

Betty could feel her heart beating against her chest as her hands moved fast, shoving what little she could into the duffle bag she kept in her closet for this exact moment. She tugged the hood of her cloak over her head once she entered the hallway and quietly made her way to the garage, keys in her pocket.

"Don't take that one, it's too loud."

The princess jumped as she spotted one of the maids in the doorway of the garage. The woman placed her finger in front of her lips as her other hand dug into her apron, pulling out another set of keys. Her fathers motorcycle.

"I mean this is loud too, but you can get away faster and it's easier to hide."She smiled once she placed the keys in Betty's hand. "Also, the Serpents will help you — I know what everyone thinks of them but their kind people. But may I ask you to give this letter to my son, his name is Joaquin. I haven't seen him in years."

"Come with me?"Betty offered watching as the black haired woman shook her head sadly.

"I cannot. I owe your parents my son's life."

Betty felt a lump in her throat as the woman's crystal blue eyes filled with tears. Her parents were horrible people. She placed the letter in her bag where she knew it would be safe and mounted the motorbike.

She took a deep breath before firing it up and speeding out of the garage, into the night.

Jughead Jones sipped his amber tinted drink, his body thrown lazily on the couch. His father was in Greendale so that meant he was left in charge while he was gone. He was absolutely bored — nothing ever seemed to happen when he was in charge which was unfortunate.

"Um, excuse me? Is anybody here?"

The raven haired boy nearly jumped out of his skin as the door of bar opened and in walked the most recognizable face in the world. Betty Cooper looked odd surrounded by the old bar atmosphere, her hands pushing her hood off her head and shook her blonde curls out.

"Why are you here?"He asked standing up and adjusting his leather jacket, so much for being bored and uneventful. "This is the wrong side of town for the princess."He added. She glared at him as she placed her duffle bag down.

"I'm looking for Joaquin,"She said looking him up and down. "That's obviously not you."

He chuckled. "I'm Jughead Jones, I'm a bit of royalty myself — the prince of the Serpents."

"Do you want me to bow?"She jokingly bowed which caused him to smile. "Anyways Mariam told me that you could help me escape."

"Now, why would the princess want to escape a life of complete luxury?"He scoffed.

"It's not luxury, if it's not by free will."

A/N: So this is a snippet/half of the first chapter and I really want your opinions! So should I just trash this or continue it? As I've said before, I do not write bughead often and they're personalities will not be Canon to the show and this is also a slow burn. Friends to more than friends — what the show should've done with the ship. Anywho, maybe the whole chapter will be coming soon.

#riverdale #southside serpents #jugheadjones #riverdale serpents #bettycooper #bughead #jughead x betty

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infectedpaul · 6 years

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a night to remember (fh drabble)

you aint seen nothing yet

its gonna be a night well never forget

Chattering of guests talking amongst themselves filled the ballroom, a quartet of harps playing a heavenly melody on their strings. The people of the Emerald Empire danced joyously, holding their partners, children, and friends in their arms as they moved their feet to the music.

The Biannual Crystal Ball was an Empire tradition. Every two years, the ruler of the empire was to hold a party in the castle for the entire village to enjoy. From the richest landowners to the common peasants, everyone was welcome to dance, eat, socialize and have fun.

All except the "Princess" herself.

Hex walked down the grand staircase to the ballroom, and as Kayla announced her name and title to the crowd, followed by a loud applause only doubled by the echoes of the Castle, Hex shook in fear. Too many people! she thought to herself.

She shook hands of the happy citizens, glad to finally meet their Princess. Wasn't it so strange that she'd been in rule for over a year and no one had seen her face yet? Well, no one who didn't live in the castle with her, anyways.

"The party is lovely, thank you your highness." A lady shook her hand, followed by bowing in her 'gloriousness'. The Princess told her it wasn't necessary, but that only brought a few more partygoers forward, bowing also.

After about fifteen minutes of thank you's, Hex made her way over to the banquet table. There stood the announcers themselves, Kayla and Muffin, alongside Lero, peeling off the paper to their fourth cupcake. Watching them eat was more fascinating then you'd think considering they had no lower jaw.

"So how are you liking princesslyhood, your honorableness?" Muffin made a playfully mocking gesture.

"It's awful. Everyones so loud and these people haven't even seen me before but theyre so quick to love me." Hex huffed, wiping away sweat from her face. "These clothes are so stuffy too!"

"It's tradition, Hex." Mr. Twist came up from behind the small gathering at the banquet putting a comforting hand on Hex's shoulder and setting him at ease, "Lero, no more cupcakes until you eat something else." He turned his head to the daemon, about to stuff another cake into their mouth. They sneered, putting the pastry down and grabbing a plate of actual food.

"Yeah, I get it's tradition," she made quotation marks with his claws, "but why do I have to be here?"

"You saw how happy everyone was to see you. The Current Ruler has to make an appearance. It keeps a sense of safety in the people." The tall man gave that familiar, maternal smile and spoke in the soft tone that could put the room into a peaceful sleep.

"You sure know a lot about royal stuff, Mr. Twist." Kayla said, playing with the ruffles on her sisters poofy blue gown.

All of the sudden, the entire room went quiet. Everyone had turned their heads to the top of the staircase once more. An elegant figure in a gorgeous freely flowing baby blue dress stood at the crossroads of the left and right stairs.

"And now, the Princess' suitor, Garden Lillith!" Kayla announced, the crowd showing enthusiasm for the faerie as she made her way down the stairs to the ballroom.

Hex stood in place, standing in awe of Garden's radiance. She looked like an angel among the otherwise normal folk of the kingdom. A gentle nudge from Mr. Twist reminded Hex on what she was supposed to do.

Hex and Garden met at the center of the ballroom, holding one anothers hands as the crowd surrounded them. They clapped when the two let go, going back to their conversations.

"Y-you look lovely." Garden broke the silence. Her hair was braided, then wrapped around the top of her head, her antennae curled towards each other.

"You t-too." Hex blushed, pushing a stray hair from her face.

"God, I'm really hungry."

"Well, let's hope Lero hasn't eaten everything already." They quickly walked over to the table, Garden a few steps behind as Mr. Twist had ran up from behind her and pulled her into a bear hug with all four arms. He seemed to be crying tears of joy.

"My baby's all grown up!" He sniffed.

"Augh, Dad!" Garden tried pushing away her father, hoping not to get any tears on her new dress. She didn't like when he got emotional. He's really clingy.

"I'm sorry, you just look so beautiful! I'm so proud!" He wiped away his liquid pride.

The group of six huddled together at the table for about a half hour, eating and laughing and having a fun time.

The familiar feeling of being kicked in the gut came to Hex and she shuffled away from the group, heading to the bathroom. Lero, shifting into detective mode, followed suit.

"So, you seem to be having fun. And without me? How hurtful!" Sombra's face in the mirror made a mockingly sad expression, "Seriously though, what kind of a party is this? Where's all the chaos?"

"Shut up! I'm not going to let you ruin this for them. I'm not going to let you ruin this for..for her." Hex's voice trailed off after screaming at the man in the mirror.

"Oh, that's who this is for, huh? Your little friend? Ms. 'I'm too stupid to know that a lake in the winter is cold?' I thought you said you would ditch her."

"I've been trying to! But it's like everytime I set something up, she just comes back to me. She's a living boomerang."

"Yeah, well it's time to snap that stick in half." Sombra made a menacing grin before disappearing, leaving only Hex's own reflection staring back at her.

Unknown to either of them, Lero had been sitting in a stall behind Hex the entire time. 'Oh God, oh man!' they thought, 'What's he gonna do? I mean, obviously he's gonna hurt Garden, maybe even worse. I gotta tell them!'

They waited about thirty seconds after Hex left the restroom before heading back to the group.

When they got back it was like nothing had happened. Everyone was happy and jolly, even Hex. She certainly had gotten better at hiding emotions.

Lero paced up to Mr. Twist, tapping his back.

"Lero, I told you too many cakes would make your stomach-" Mr. Twist, turned around and seeing Lero's scared, not constipated, expression got him worried. He got down to eyes-level with them, putting one of his sets of arms on their shoulders. "Sweetie, are you okay?"

'Something bad is gonna happen and we need to go now!' Lero signed with urgency. Their hands were fast so it took a second for Mr. Twist to translate it to his head.

"What do you mean 'something bad'?"

'I don't know specifically, but I know its gonna happen to Garden. We need to go!'

Before Mr. Twist could get another word in, Kayla started talking to the crowd.

"And now, the traditional dance between the Princess and her suitor!" She announced, Muffin ushering Garden and Hex onto the ballroom's center floor.

Mr. Twist and Lero tried to grab Garden, but a crowd had once more formed around the couple, and they were stopped in their tracks. Any yells were either shushed or overshadowed by the harps.

Hex started worrying Garden. She refused to look her in the eyes, she was shaking more than usual, and her expression was one of fright mixed with regret.

"Hey, are you alright?" Garden whispered, pulling her face close to hers, "Your hair is doing the flamey thing. You only do that when you're scared."

Hex's blacker than black hair would sometimes grow in a fire-like motion, as if someone dumped lighter fluid onto her scalp. This usually happened right before someone went missing or a lonely night before Garden found her crying in the woods.

"Of- of course I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be? We're having fun, aren't we?" She stuttered. Oh God. Sombra was being so quiet now. She couldn't hear him yelling at Hex in her head; she couldn't hear him listing all the reasons that Garden is stupid and an equally awful person to Hex. What was he planning?

"Hex. You promised no more secrets between us. What's wrong?" Her grassy green eyes seemed to stare through Hex's non-existent soul. She was so good at making Hex talk through her worried look alone. She really did care, huh?

"I...I..I can't-" Before Hex could finish her sentence, she screamed at the top of her dried out lungs, pushing Garden away from her and falling to the ground. Her entire body was in pain, more than all her time in the castle combined. It felt like all her organs worked for one second, then shut off once more in a slower, more agonizing way. She screamed even louder through the process, only stopping when her screams slowly turned into laughs. Sinister, insane laughs from something...someone else. A deeper, scarier, horrific voice that could not have belonged to Hex.

When she looked up at Garden, petrified in fear and about to cry, her eyes were pure green. No pupils; only a bright neon color, black ink spilling from them and her mouth. Her third eye had opened at the top of her head, staring right at Garden.

The crowd around them all stood, shivering and waiting for what would happen next. Children cowered behind their mothers, looking away from the Princess turned monster.

Mr. Twist and Lero had finally cut through the crowd and running towards Garden, they were stopped in their tracks by a large, bright purple crystal that had cut through the ground. Anywhere they stepped, a new crystal would grow.

Garden was trapped inside what felt like a battle arena made of people, and her only weapon against the horrible beast was a hairpin in the shape of a lily in her crown-shaped hair.

"Oh, how I've waited years for this moment, little one," The not-Hex's voice was deep and slurred a bit; her mouth was full of slime after all. She got up, and walked slowly towards her. She knew she had no chance of outrunning her; she couldn't even get up right now, "you and my... replacement, had fallen right into my trap. I'm so happy he raised a child as stupid as he is." She glanced over to Mr. Twist, who was still screaming Garden's name, trying to push through the crystal.

"Now, my little sheep... it's time for the rise!" She stopped his foot down onto Garden's stomach, grabbing her right arm and in only a few seconds, tore it clean off. No blood spilled. It looked like she had just taken off a prosthetic. The only thing that proved that the arm was ever there was a...rash of black that moved up to Garden's face, covering the right half of it.

It didn't even hurt.

People screeched and gasped, children now crying.

Before Garden could join them, Hex grabbed the collar of her dress, pulling her up to eye level with her. She breathed in and out, her life flashing before her eyes. It wasn't much, as she didn't remember a lot of it. Really the only memories that she saw were scenes of Mr. Twist reading to a four-year old version of herself, slumber parties with blurry faces and the time shes spent in the castle.

But then all she saw was the horrifying face of her (probably now ex) girlfriend. She wasn't even looking at her now; she was making some sort of face that looked like she was having the worst cramps in the world.

Hex opened her eyes once more, pulling Garden back down to the floor, a bright pink magical dome surrounding them.

Her eyes were still stained with ink, but they were back to their normal-ish red pupils and green eyes. She was hyperventilating, not looking up at Garden as she chanted "What's wrong?!" towards her. Did she not care that her arm had been torn clean off?

"I..ngh..I can't- hold him back anymORE!" She held his chest in pain, leaning onto Garden for support, "You need to get out of here, right..right now!" She exhaled more grunts, trying to fight back the monsterous millipede begging to be let out of his cage.

"I can't leave you here! I..." Garden's voice trailed off before she nodded in agreement, "I.. I'm gonna come back for you. I promise." She put her remaining hand on Hex's face, giving her a kiss on the lips.

"Take this," Hex struggled to grab the heart locket that sat around her neck, "you at least deserve to learn the truth." She pulled Garden's remaining hand off of her face and put the locket in her palm.

"Now...GO!" She screamed, the barrier and large crystals blocking the crowd shattered like glass. Garden was thrown back towards her guardian and friends, Mr. Twist grabbing each her, the girls and Lero in each of his arms and fleeing the kingdom.

They were the only ones who made it; anyone else who tried running was turned into a puddle of slime. Everyone in the crowd who stayed put was petrified in living fear and turned into a crystal statue.

Garden kept her eyes on the castle as they ran out, dark clouds hovering above it. Once they had made it out, a larger magic dome surrounded the empire.

No one could get in, no one could get out.

#rick says things #fearful hearts #my writing

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forr-everrmorre · 7 years

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Anastasia - October 14, 2017 Matinee

I just got back from Anastasia and I’m still internally screaming despite it ending like 4 hours ago. here’s my detailed explanation description. (and I mean very, VERY detailed. a lot of it is under a cut bc I get into super spoilery territory)

Zach was on as Dimitry, and Ian and Kristen were on for Zach and Molly respectively. ZACH. DIMITRY.

before anyone asks, I didn’t record an audio. I got so caught up in the moment I forgot lol whoops.

honest to god, even before the curtain went up I was crying when I heard the opening notes of the Prologue.

NICOLE IS SO ADORABLE

during Last Dance Of The Romanovs, the suitor dancing with Kristen didn't lift her properly and right after they looked at each other and he was like "whoops"

the death of the Romanovs actually scared me like they made it terrifying with the window shattering effects and the red EVERYTHING

Lily can actually be seen comforting the Dowager Empress after Last Dance Of The Romanovs

yes, I internally screamed when Ramin came on. don't judge me.

Gleb so confidently says his opening Leningrad monologue, then Dimitry just comes in and roasts the hell out of him

when Dimitry says "Hail our brave new land", he's mockingly waving his arms around while right behind him Gleb is doing the exact same thing and honestly same.

right after that, Gleb like goes up to Dimitry and he legit RUNS OFF STAGE IN FEAR OMFG

during the part where everyone is like saying something good about Leningrad then saying something snarky, Gleb’s face is like "see, great place waIT WHAT"

after singing his verse in A Rumor In St Petersburg, Vlad immediately hits Dimtry with his hat

everyone's so happy during Rumor, but at the end right before the final shhhh, Gleb just gets on the podium and everyone just does the shhhhhh in fear

before moving on, I would like to mention that I love Kristen Smith Davis, Sissy Bell and Shina Ann Morris.

Dimitry is HIDING BEHIND A COUCH WHEN ANYA COMES INTO THE THEATER IM

Vlad's also hiding and it scares Anya when he comes out

now’s a good time to mention that when a song is starting, the projection usually gets like a subtle change in hue and it’s really cool

Gleb does this like intimidating version of the chin thing (tm) that basically LIFTS one of the fake actresses, then he like lightly blows on one of them and they all run away

Anya throws/hits with a book Dimity and Vlad at least 3 times in Learn To Do It

When Vlad makes them dance, at first Dimitry takes these GIANT UNGRACEFUL STEPS AND ITS HILARIOUS

the background changed from winter to spring once it seems that Anya's finally confident in her ability

Gleb's like shouting in his office until he turns and sees who Anya is and his voice just softens in like two seconds

you can tell that even when Gleb is trying to be funny and personable, he's still a stiff military man

THE CHIN THING (TM) WAS SHORTER THAN PROMISED SMH RAMIN

there's one part during the last verse where Anya harmonizes with Gleb, but it's so subtle that you probably can't tell from a recording

when Gleb says “it’s the silence after I remember most”, not only is it dead silent, there’s also the sound of wind in the background

James Pierce quickly became one of my favorite ensemble members just from how he acts drunk before My Petersburg

Dimitry gets like a potato or something from the street rats' fire and gives it to Anya before My Petersburg

ANYA SAVES DIMITRY AT ONE POINT DURING THE FIGHT SCENE

when Zach was climbing the bench for My Petersburg while the turntable was spinning, you could tell he was having a little bit of trouble and it was adorable

(he also had trouble taking the second can of beans out of his bag during Rumor btw)

also ZACH KILLED IT IN MY PETERSBURG

THE LIGHTING DESIGN IN ONCE UPON A DECEMBER GIVES ME LIFE

they project the phantom images of the Romanovs dancing on the walls of the side of the theater. you probably can't see it from the orchestra seats tho

Dimitry lifts Anya A LOT

I knew from the recording that a lot of the actors were fantastic singers, but live, so many of them are STELLAR. Christy, Ramin, and Constantine in particular imo are so much better live.

btw Stay I Pray You gave me chills. that song really lets the ensemble shine. literally. half the song, Christy, John and Zach were just standing there not singing while the ensemble KILLED IT.

Anya and Dimitry leave the train compartment by the time Vlad starts singing We'll Go From There, so he’s basically monologuing the entire time

after Vlad says "I'll bow as if I'm still a frisky young pup" HIS BACK CRACKS

when Dimitry's doing that thing where he's half standing on a bench, half leaning on the train, the ladies on the bench just look at him as if he's crazy the entire time

the way that them jumping off the train transitions into Traveling Sequence was SO COOL

THE STAGING FOR STILL WAS SO

ITS PROBABLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS PRODUCTION WISE DESPITE HOW SIMPLE IT WAS

so like Gleb's standing off to the side from Traveling Sequence and he starts singing and it's all dark and stuff

around when he reaches "a son becomes a man at his father's knee", a soldier gives him his jacket. then around "I am nothing but a man with nothing but his orders to fulfill", another soldier gives him his train tickets. but then around "until your heart replies", another one gives him a gun.

at the end of it, there's like 4 vague shadowy soldier figures behind him, and he turns around and all of them salute before the lights fade.

Journey To The Past gave me chills. that's all I'm saying.

I never liked Paris Holds The Key that much, but the freaking choreography CERTAINLY made up for it. hands down my favorite choreo the entire show

before Dimitry's lil solo in Paris Holds The Key, it looks like he's about to ask Anya to dance, but someone else grabs her hand before he can. I’m nope

the projection and lighting design makes it look like the end of Paris takes place on the top of the Eiffel Tower and I am so down with that

again, Christy is FANTASTIC live

honestly, Dowager Empress sounds so broken during Close The Door and I am so not ok

Little Anastasia appears behind the windows during Close The Door and I am so not ok

at the end of the number, the Dowager Empress makes a picture she has of Anastasia face down on the table and I AM SO NOT OK

when the doorman of The Neva Club tells Gleb where to get food HE JUST LOOKS SO OFFENDED LIKE “TF WHO DO YOU THINK I AM”

the choreography of Land Of Yesterday is some goOD STUFF M8

theres a good 5 seconds Lily spends shooing Count Leopold away while she’s dancing

after the instrumental break, everyone except Lily is passed out and the lighting makes it look like morning, which is why she stomps her foot and says “the night’s young”

Vlad just sneaks up and is awkwardly facing outwards in the circle dance thing at the end of Land Of Yesterday

honestly The Countess and The Common Man is a blessing and it’s hilarious

right after they say “when you sent me our sign”, they show what it was (it’s like a super subtle hand gesture). they do it at least 2 more times in the show.

during the instrumental break, they’re both just dancing like crazy and the panting at the end involves them stretching, having cracked backs, and Vlad timing his pulse

the kiss after “until you’re kissed” is SO LONG and they do weird stuff during it, I’m just,,,, nope,,,,,

they kiss like 4 more times before Land Of Yesterday Reprise btw

Gleb watches their last kiss and his face just says “what the hell are you people doing”

also freaKIN LAND OF YESTERDAY REPRISE MAN. RAMIN IS SCARY GOOD AT THIS ROLE.

A Nightmare is actually so chilling like I can’t

it does the same thing with the lighting as Once Upon A December where Anya’s the only one properly lit and everyone else looks like ghosts but just everyone being crowded around Anya instead of gracefully dancing around her seriously sets the tone

ASKDJFLGKD IN A CROWD OF THOUSANDS B Y E

THE BLOCKING IS SO SIMPLE BUT EFFECTIVE

ANYA LEANS IN ON DIMITRY WHEN SHE STARTS SINGING

I SWEAR THEY GET THIS FREAKIN CLOSE TO KISSING AT THE END BEFORE DIMITRY DOES THE “YOUR HIGHNESS” THING AND I AM DEFINITELY NOT OK

Vlad’s being alone during Meant To Be makes it super powerful

also, HELLO QUARTET AT THE BALLET

THE WAY THAT EACH OF THEM STAND UP AND FACE THE CROWD WHILE SINGING MADE IT REALLY FEEL LIKE WE WERE SEEING INTO THEIR THOUGHTS

Gleb like almost pulls out his gun like 3 times I stg

Gleb is also the only person who doesn’t applaud at the end of the ballet. he’s also the only guy not wearing a tux at the ballet. (he basically wears the same outfit the entirety of Act 2 until the Finale) they really make it very clear how out of place he is in Paris.

also the ballet itself was AMAZING. Lyrica, Kyle and James were hella good

I swear I was as stressed out as Dimitry was during Everything To Win and I knew what was gonna happen

right before Once Upon A December reprise, there’s the scene where the Dowager Empress comes into Vlad, Dimitry and Anya’s dressing room and like???? it had some gold comedic timing but was also super serious????? how???????

also Dimitry watching Anya and the Dowager Empress being reunited just breaks my heart??????????

that line in The Press Conference where the guy’s like “we do exclusive interviews”, he legit pays off Vlad to start talking and they like talk off to the side until Lily gets everyone’s attention

there’s a phone on either side of the stage during that scene and the sopranos who do that harmony at “the Princess Anastasia” use them almost as microphones and I’m in love?????

GET. ROASTED. COUNT. LEOPOLD.

during Everything To Win Reprise, Gleb is very clearly closing all the doors behind Anya but like Anya never notices until she turns around

also, when she turns around, it does the song transition as perfectly as it happens in the soundtrack and it’s gr9

idk if it was just this performance, but Gleb sounded a lot more somber and conflicted during the dialogue of Still/The Neva Flows Reprise, but then when the singing starts again, he was honestly terrifying, like Anya was legit backing into a corner

this was something I noticed from the bootlegs, but I’m pretty sure no matter what angle you view it from, Young Anastasia is blocked by the archway during Still/The Neva Flows Reprise while you can very clearly see the rest of the Romanovs. idk I just always found that to be an interesting choice

at the end of Still/The Neva Flows Reprise, GLEB ALMOST PULLS THE TRIGGER ON HIMSELF AND DEAR LORD GLEB THAT GOT DARK FAST

listen,,, every time Dimitry has lifted Anya before,,,,,, she like let out a little squeal of surprise,,, except after they kiss,,,,,,,,,, she’s just staring into his eyes the entire time,,,,,,,,,,,, can y’all believe they invented love,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

the Finale was just beautiful ok

especially when the singing starts again and then the Romanovs come on stage around Anya and Dimitry

all around this show was just beautiful and amazing and I cried multiple times

also Zach totally got the loudest applause (I’m pretty sure it was louder than Christy’s tbh) and yes I live for understudy/ensemble appreciation

BONUS ROUND: STAGE DOOR AFTER

Kevin was actually the first person to leave, and a few people recognized him but he just waved and left

NICOLE IS SO SMALL AND ADORABLE

apparently Christy just restocked the candy. time to put Creepy Anya above the candy box again.

John was such a nice dude

Caroline was so bubbly and happy the entire time I love her

BUT CHRISTY FREAKIN ALTOMARE

she took the time to talk to any fan who had something to say to her

like she spent like 5 minutes talking to the people next to me since they apparently all went to the high school she graduated from

and when I talked to her, I told her about how much the soundtrack and Royal Misfits helps me get through the really rough days and and she game me a hug and I’m

not

also Zach came out and everyone was like “DUDE YOU WERE AWESOME AS DIMITRY” and tbh big mood

anyways. thats it from me about Anastasia. except probably not. catch me two weeks later just randomly posting something I loved about the show because it was r e a l l y f r e a k i n g o o d.

#anastasia #anastasia the musical #anastasia broadway #christy altomare #zach adkins #John Bolton #ramin karimloo #caroline o'connor #mary beth peil #grand duchess anastasia nikolaevna romanov #dimitry #vlad popov #gleb vaganov #lily malevsky-malevich #dowager empress #meet the royal mess #hey i made this post wow #btw the large part is broken up so it's easier to read bc no one liked giant walls of text

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findingafreenameishardwork · 7 years

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I mentioned that I’m writting a little fanfic for Daughter of the Lilies (a great webcomic by @bludragongal, go read it, if you haven’t yet). This thing is now done :) I hope you’ll enjoy it, even if English is not my native language

Brent goes shopping

"Is tradition", explained Orrig as Thistle added her own token into the inconspicuous looking leather satchel: "Ve do it every solstice. As new one in team you can choose drafting order."

Hesitantly Thistle looked around the group of fellow adventurers and then chose the order that she thought of as the most neutral one existing: "Um... alphabetically?"

“That makes Brent first”, Orrig declared unceremoniously and hold the satchel in his direction.

Brent used one hand to cover his eyes and grabbed with the other one into the bag.

Highly concentrated he shuffled around before he decided which one to pick out. He would have never admitted it openly, but this whole affair made him anxious; he would have no trouble with Lyra or Orrig – but Thistle? Thistle was his worst case scenario.

He could imagine the secret gift exchange vividly in his mind; with Lyra it would go something like “Oh you bought me a bottle of the fancy stuff! That’s exactly what I wanted! Thanks Brent!” followed by a hearty pat on his back. And Orrig would get a box of his favorite sweets and say “Good choice. I like this present” before giving him a hearty pat on the back. But Thistle? When trying to imagine giving her a present, his mind only conjured an image of chirping crickets. He had absolutely no idea what to get for her! So no matter what, he had to pick one of the others.

“How much time do you need to draft, Brent?”, Lyra asked annoyed, so he swallowed and finally grabbed one.

“Great demonstration of patience”, he retorted, while Lyra simply let her hand swiftly dive in and out of the bag in one flowing motion.

“Patience, my <censored>”, she returned: “I don’t need to have patience with people who deliberately waste my time.”

“Enough!”, interjected Orrig and made his own pick: “This solstice tradition, so be nice.”

He gave the satchel over to Thistle who took the last token.

Brent watched her interested as she found out who her secret solstice gift receiver was; did her expression change?

He realized that he hadn’t found out his draft yet and looked at his clenched fist, where the secret still lay inside.

“Ve vill split up now and meet again in four hours at inn for traditional solstice dinner. Don’t forget to stay vithin price limit”, Orrig said and the group split up.

Brent deliberately let himself fall a bit more behind, prolonging the moment before he found out who he got. It was not like he disliked Thistle or anything; but he liked the solstice tradition too much and didn’t want to ruin the mood by disappointing the newest addition of the group. But he probably had no problem, the chances totally were in his favor, the more he thought rationally about it, the less it seemed possible that he got her of all things.

Unconsciously he held his breath when he opened his fist to unveil the pick. A long sight followed.

Nervously Brent scanned the sign of the shop before him, and scratched his arm uncomfortably. He could do this. It was not his kind of store, but he wasn’t some dumb insecure teenager. Compared to the REAL dangers and challenges he faced daily as part of his work, this was… still scary.

‘Don’t be a sissy elf!’, he spurned himself mentally and went into the shop with grim determination.

He just needed to grab some random appropriate book and everything would be alright, wouldn’t it?

Inside the bookstore there were myriads of books crammed into overflowing shelves, with the sole store salesdwarf sitting at a tiny looking desk looking bored. But that immediately changed, as he (or she? One could never be completely sure with those) noticed him. His face lit up brighter than Wu’s scales in a dark night and he happily went into selling mode: “Welcome to ‘Books, books, books!’ the best and sole bookstore in town! What can I help you with?”

The dwarf came over to him, surprisingly speedy and stopped uncomfortably close to him, smiling at him with a grin wide enough to scare a lesser Drath away.

“Erm...”, Brent stammered intimidated: “I want a book.”

“Great!”, the salesdwarf exclaimed, without a hint of sarcasm in his voice: “We have those! Do you have a certain one in mind?”

“Errr… Well..” Brent hesitated because he felt so utterly uncomfortable at this place. It was not like he couldn’t read at all, but his experience with reading till this day had been less than stellar. He was never able to get the appeal of it and the few times he gave this another chance had made him feel inadequate. Somehow lesser. Stupid.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The stupid half-orc, that wasn’t even able to read out words like extraordinarr... eckstraor… special words without stumbling over his own tongue.

“We have books by R. G. Wells and also books about building wells, the whole line by B. A. Cons’Tructor, to be precise. Does that sound like the kind of reading you are looking for?”, the dwarf inquired.

“Um… no?”

The dwarf’s brow began to twitch slightly, barely noticeable: “How can I be of service then?”

“I’m looking for”, Brent started, unsure how to go on. “...a book. A good one!”

“That’s great”, the seller repeated affirmatively: “So, what do you want to read?”

“Oh… no, no. It’s not for me, but for my colleague!”

“Ahhh”, the dwarf began to nod appreciatively, “so, what does your colleague read?”

“I… don’t know exactly.”

More brow twitching. “Does your colleague have any special interests? What is his or her occupation? Do you know any of the books he or she read?”

“Um… She seems to like flowers a lot. And magic. She’s a mage.”

“Perfect, I can work with this information!”

The dwarf whirled around and picked unerringly books out of the shelves. With a staple higher than his own head he returned to Brent and set it gently down on a stool. He took the first book of the pile and held it in the most scenic way possible, so that the cover was in perfect sight.

It showed a plain, yet beautiful, young maiden in a long flowing dress, who lay in he arms of a handsome and surprisingly ripped mage, as indicated by his long impressive staff and strategically torn robes. Both were surrounded by perfectly red roses, which glistened. Crowning this was the books title; which was to embarrassing for Brent to notice.

“This book is extremely popular with our female readership”, the dwarf explained: “And it has elements that perfectly cover the topics you mentioned.”

“I don’t think that’s the best choice”, Brent said full of doubt: “I don’t think she is very girly… I can’t imagine her being into typical feminine stuff. You now, cooking and fashion and… you know what I mean. She’s more the smart type.”

“No problem!”

The dwarf gently put the book down and picked up the next one. It had no illustration on its cover, just the title “Pride and Maguerites”.

“This one is a bit more… intellectual, a classical story, so to speak. Still very much appreciated by our female clientele.”

Brent scratched his chin: “I’m not sure. Can you tell me a bit what this book is exactly about?”

“Oh, it’s basically about a young aspiring woman, that meets this young suitor who she at first utterly refuses-”

“Pass!”, interjected Brent and underlined his point with a swiping gesture: “I don’t think you got it. She’s like really smart. Smart smart, not pretend smart.”

“Okay, okay.” The salesdwarf took this book and several others from the staple: “If you don’t like belletristic, we still have a nice selection of books with a more scientific approach. This here is by the way a personal favorite of mine.” He gave a book over to Brent, who read its title “Thoughts on taxonomy of the plants by Carolus Linnaeus”. Turning a few pages he quickly realized what was wrong with it: “Were are the pictures?”

“Well, not every book needs to be illustrated, Sir.”

Brent gave the book back, not without visibly wrinkling his nose: “It’s a present. Without pictures it just looks so dull. I don’t want to give something like this, in the end she thinks she is dull herself!”

The dwarf almost sighed, but regained his composition fast enough. He took another book from his staple: “Okay, perhaps this one might be more to your likening. It has some very nice diagrams in it and absolutely no romantic content. And only a smart person versed in the arcane arts would get and appreciate it.”

Brent looked doubting at the dragon-like insignia at the front.

“I don’t exaggerate when I claim, that every decent mage’s library should have its own exemplar of the ‘Assorted Essays by Master Hym’.”

Brent shook his head: “But then she probably has already got her own one, won’t she? I can’t give her a book she already owns, can I?”

“Fine” the dwarf replied and took the bottom book from the pile, which was quite thick and heavy: “I doubt she’d have an exemplar of this book, because it was publishes just a week ago.”

He presented the book to Brent, who inspected the cover. The title was 'Plants – what they tell us' illustrated with a lovely thistle. He turned a few pages and he immediately liked it; there were detailed drawings of plants and charts everywhere and still enough written text, so that it would last a while even for Thistle. He couldn’t suppress a smile: “Now that’s a viable choice. How much?”

“Oh, it’s really cheap, all things considered.”

“Ho much?”, Brent asked again, while a bad feeling started crawling around in his stomach.

“A very low price for such a quality book, just look at all these illustrations!”

“How. Much?”

“Two point five. Almost a steal.”

Brent got his purse out and picked three coins out.

At that sight the dwarf started chuckling: “Is that a joke? Two point five means two hundred and fifty coins!”

“What?! No, that’s way too expensive! I’m on a budget.”

The dwarf couldn’t suppress a sight anymore. He reached into his pocket and looked onto his pocket watch: “Please, just listen, Sir. You could tell me how much money you want to spend and I’ll look if I find something suitable. It’s almost four o’clock now and I want to close in time to celebrate the solstice with my family.”

Brent turned pale: “It’s that late already?! I have to go!” He turned around in place and darted out of the shop. Quickly he ran to the inn, but not without making a quick stop at a market stand with a variety of colorful drapery. Women liked fabric, didn’t they?

“Hello I need something for a solstice present!”, he announced immediatly and hold out his complete budget.

“Oh, okay”, the seller responded mildly confused because Brent disturbed her during packing up for the evening. “Do you want something specific?”

“Just something solstice-y! And please wrap it, it’s a present!”

The seller grabbed some fold-up kerchief-thingy and put it neatly onto some packing paper.

“Please hurry, I don’t have time left!”

The seller swiftly wrapped up the textile and returned to Brent a definitely misshaped package.

Brent grabbed it: “Thanks, great, here!” He dropped the coins into her hand and ran faster than a really slow arrow from Lyra to the inn.

The big city clock was sounding the last chimes of the hour, when he reached his destination. He went into the building, where the rest of the team already sat around a big table on which the first course of the solstice dinner was waiting.

“I’m on time!”, Brent wheezed, gasping for breath. He sat down on the only free chair.

“You are!”, Lyra acknowledged and grinned: “Good that Orrig does not like us to bet, otherwise I would be a few coins poorer now.”

“Stop it”, Orrig interjected: “Ve now solve the secret gift exchange. Thistle, choose order.”

The attention shifted and the hooded mage seemed to shrink a little bit: “.. em, alphabetically again, please?”

“Is good”, Orrig nodded and put a package onto the table and pushed it over to Brent.

The quarter orc looked at it and then started unwrapping. He found a piece of high quality sharpening leather inside. “Oh… thanks.” He needed a few moments to process the gift, but then he smiled: “I can definitely put that to good use. Thanks!”

“I vought so.”

Lyra cleared her throat: “I’m next!”

She put a big bottle on the table and angled herself on her chair to look sideways: “Lyra! I got you!”

She turned directly around: “Really? Who would have thought, what a surprise!”

Turning back: “I got some of your favorite brandy!”

And again: “Aww, how nice, it’s 'Le fancy stuffe'. You always know exactly what to get for me!”

She grinned and unstopped the bottle with her teeth to treat herself to the first sip.

“People could get themselves?”, Thistle asked, mildly confused: “Doesn’t that kinda undermine the premise of a secret gift exchange?”

“Is part of tradition”, Orrig explained, while shrugging with his shoulders.

“Okay”, Thistle replied and put a small package on the table and pushed it to him: “I.. well… hope you like it, it’s not very special, but I really tried to find something nice… and well.”

The orc opened the packet and found a few balls of green wool and a crotchet hook.

“I heard you like to knit, but then stopped for some reason and so I thought that you maybe would enjoy crocheting?”

“Is good choice”, he replied: “I like this present.” Followed by a light, but not unhearty, pat on her back.

Now all eyes wandered over to Brent. He needed a moment, but then realized: “Oh it’s my turn!”

He threw the misshapen package over to Thistle, who utterly failed at catching and dropped it onto the ground.

“Oh, sorry!”. Brent nervously cleared his throat. Oh, what had he done? He were so fixated on arriving on time, that he didn’t take great care in choosing a present in the end.

‘Great way to ruin the mood, Brent’, he thought to himself: ‘This may be the only thing you’re actually competent at.”

The mage meanwhile carefully unwrapped the paper and gracefully unfolded the fabric. It was a shawl, slightly transparent in the shine of the inn’s light installation and intricately embroidered with little flowers and butterflies. A few moments she did nothing, but then she sniffled.

‘Oh dammit!’, Brent thought, but Thistle suddenly blurted out: “This is soo pretty! One of the nicest things I ever got!” This was followed by an impromptu hug; which she held for around three seconds, before she realized what she was doing. “Oh, I’m sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!” She unhugged Brad immediately and jumped up: “I… I… think I need a moment. Alone!” She half ran, half stumbled to the outside, while the rest of the group just locked after her.

Finally Lyra took the word: “Great done, Brent. You made her cry.”

“Shut up, Lyra!”, he returned sharply and folded his arms. But all he could think about was how soft and nice and warm that hug from Thistle had been...

As far as disappointments went, he wouldn’t have minded a repetition of this particular one.

#dotl #dotl fanfic #brent #bristle #precious cinnamon roll

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someone like you: maxwell x mc

okay so I was jamming to adele on the way to work a few days ago and thought of this?? this is the first time I’ve written fan fiction so I don’t really know what I’m doing, but like Brad (daniel radcliffe) from SNL said, “I tried and therefore no one should criticize me!” Hope you all enjoy this!

Rose hasn’t been back to Cordonia since the day after the Coronation Ball three years ago, but today is a very special occasion. It’s Hana’s wedding day and she is the maid of honor.

It is also the day that she will see him again. Her heart suddenly dropped. She has heard bits and pieces about his life from her friends, but she hasn’t seen him since the night of the Coronation Ball. The night he shattered her heart. She had been willing risk everything to be with him and she thought he felt the same way. She was wrong.

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During the competition, she told him that she was falling for someone else. She swore she saw a glimmer of joy in those sweet blue eyes of his before he put on his mask again and insisted that she was there for the prince.

The night before the Coronation Ball, he came to her room to do some last-minute preparations for the event. He was wearing his classic, chipper Maxwell smile, but she could tell he was stressed. Unfortunately, what she had to tell him was probably going to give him a mini heart attack. She told him that she told Liam to pick someone else. He freaked out and started pacing back and forth, rambling about how Bertrand was going to kill him and how they could still fix this situation. She calmed him by gently putting her hand on his face. The tension immediately left his body. She looked straight into his eyes and said, “Maxwell, I’m falling for you.”

He was frozen, torn between his responsibility to his family and his love for her. Suddenly, he pressed his mouth to hers with passion she had never felt before. Her hands tangled in his hair and she pulled him closer. She couldn’t get enough of him. He stopped for a moment and before she could complain, he took a deep breath, looked into her eyes and said, “Rose, I’m falling for you too.”

He picked her up and carried her over to the bed. They spent the night together, and it was more than everything she had imagined. She woke up with her arms wrapped around him not wanting to let go. Her head was resting on his warm chest when she looked up at him.

“Good morning, little blossom,” he whispered.

God, she’d never been so happy in her life. But she didn’t know that this was going to end as quickly as it had begun.

That night they danced together at the ball like there were no worries or cares, because there weren’t anymore. Everything was perfect. She asked him to sneak out with her later for a cronut run and he agreed.

She could tell right away that something was wrong when she saw him standing outside the pastry shop. To anyone else, he looked like he always did, but she could see that he was wearing that same mask that he had worn throughout the whole competition.

“Hey Rose! Ready for cronuts?” he asked.

“My answer to that question will always be yes,” she replied.

They got one of every kind of cronut they had because they couldn’t decide. They walked down the boardwalk with their bag of cronuts and she looked at him. Why did he look so anxious? Suddenly, he stopped.

“Rose, we should talk,” he said, not meeting her eyes.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked.

“We can’t do this,” he said.

His voice was shaking.

“What are you talking about? Liam chose another suitor and he’s happy. What else is standing in our way?” she asked.

She knew what the reason was, but she needed to hear him say it.

He started to give an excusing saying, “It’s just best for both of us if we go back to our normal lives. You have your whole life in New York and –“

“I don’t care about my life in New York. I can build a life anywhere as long as it’s with you. Are you going to tell me the real reason?” she snapped.

He took a deep breath and said, “I have to think about what’s best for House Beaumont.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach. She knew exactly what he was saying. He couldn’t marry a common waitress from New York with no connections. It had probably come from Bertrand, but it still felt like a punch to her gut. She expected Bertrand to view her like that, but she never thought Maxwell would too.

“So Bertrand found out about us? He doesn’t approve of you being with some commoner from New York? Why do you listen to everything he says?” she yelled.

He was silent, looking at the ground not wanting to admit that she was right.

“Don’t we deserve to give this a chance?” she asked quietly, tears starting to drop down her face.

“You deserve everything, but I can’t give that to you. The rules are different for me –“ he began, trying to explain himself again.

She interrupted and said, “that’s not true, you’re just too scared to take a chance on us.”

“Rose, I need you to know that this was real for me. I wasn’t pretending when I was with you. In fact, the only time I could let my guard down and be myself was with you. I feel so real when I’m with you. You mean everything to me,” he said with desperation.

She could see the helplessness in his eyes. He was so desperate for her to believe him, and she mostly did. She believed that what they had was real and that he felt like he didn’t have a choice, but he was wrong. He did have a choice and he was choosing wrong. If she really meant everything to him though, this wouldn’t be happening.

“If that were true, we would be together,” she replied coldly.

There were tears in his eyes. It hurt her to see him like this, but he couldn’t expect her to comfort him when he was the one who was crushing her heart.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice still shaking.

“Me too,” she said.

That was the last time she saw him. She went to the palace and packed her bags right away. The plan was for Maxwell to fly back with her to New York, but she couldn’t face him again.

She stopped by Hana’s room to say goodbye because she couldn’t leave her best friend without a goodbye. Hana could tell something was wrong, but Rose put on her tough face and told Hana she would call her when she landed and tell her everything. They promised to keep in touch and Hana gave her a tight hug and whispered, “Everything is going to be okay.”

Rose let a tear fall down her face and managed to choke out, “Thanks, Hana.”

Then she disappeared into the night, leaving the place she thought was going to become her home. Leaving the person who felt like home.

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The wedding was so beautiful. Hana and her wife Grace looked absolutely stunning and everything had gone perfectly. Now it was time for Rose to dance her worries away. When she saw Maxwell, her heart dropped, but she took a deep breath. She could do this. She couldn’t help but notice that he seemed to be standing on the sideline of the dance floor which was not how she remembered him. When they had gone to that bar on Drake’s birthday, he danced his little heart out. Now he just looked…cautious?

Drake was resisting her attempts to get him to dance when Maxwell finally walked over to them.

“Lady Rose, may I have the honor of this waltz?” Maxwell asked with a small smile on his face.

“It is I who would be honored,” she replied, remembering the first time they waltzed together.

They began to dance together, but they could both feel the tension between them. As she twirled, he drew her closer and she said, “Isn’t this a little scandalous for the ballroom?”

He drew her in even closer and whispered in her ear, “Meet me tonight at the boardwalk.”

After the waltz was over, she walked back over to Drake.

“Everything okay, Monroe?” he asked.

Her heart was pounding. She didn’t know if it was a good idea to meet Maxwell tonight, but she knew she was going to do it anyway.

“Everything is fine,” she lied.

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She walked down to the end of the boardwalk and saw him waiting there. He smiled softly when he saw her.

“You showed up!”

“I did. And you brought cronuts!!”

“Of course! There were more but, you know…”

“You ate them.”

“You know me too well.”

They sat there peacefully eating cronuts for a moment before he spoke.

“So…how have you been?”

She didn’t want to be super honest about how much of a wreck she was after she got back to New York, but she didn’t want to lie either because he would see right through her. Plus, she still had her pride, right? She decided on a half-truth.

“I’m doing great! I’ve been pretty busy with work lately. I finally got my foot in the door at National Geographic. I’ve been a photographer for a lot of smaller stories, but they love my work and I’m actually about to start a pretty big project in a few weeks.”

“That’s so great, Rose! I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks. So… how about yourself? I hear you’re married now!”

“Yeah, I met Lily a couple years ago. Bertrand set us up because she is of House Elswood and he thought it would be beneficial for our family if I was with someone like her. I figured it would be a total disaster, because you know how Bertrand is. He cares about influence and money more than anything else. I expected her to be some snooty noble, but it turns out she is really cool and she was actually just as reluctant to be set up as I was. We just got married a few months ago.”

“I guess she gave you things I couldn’t give to you.”

So much for playing it cool.

“Rose, I—“

“—had to think about what was best for House Beaumont. Yeah, I remember what you said that night.”

She turned her face so he couldn’t see her eyes begin to fill with tears. She calmed herself. He does not get her tears.

“I was hoping you’d see my face and realize it wasn’t over…not for me anyway.”

“Rose, I can’t.”

“I know.”

And they sat together in silence for a while, thinking about what-ifs.

They got up to walk away and she gave him one last hug. This time she knew it was going to be the last one, so she tried her best to memorize everything about it. How her face felt against his chest. How warm he was. How his arms felt tightly wrapped around her. And finally, they said goodbye and went their separate ways.

Never mind I’ll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you two

Don’t forget me, I beg

I’ll remember you said,

“Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.”

#i know it's not a happy ending please dont kill me #i mean it was inspired by an adele song so what else would you expect??#playchoices #choices stories you play #the royal romance #trr #maxwell x mc #maxwell beaumont

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