#truth vs rumors

[alarwynnwhispers]

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 32: ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴛʟɪɢʜᴛ 🧡

ꜰ1 x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ ᴀᴜ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ + ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ

⚠️ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:

ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴇᴛ ɢᴏꜱꜱɪᴘ, ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʙʟᴏɪᴅ ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ

ɪɴᴠᴀꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴄʏ (ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴏʟᴅ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍɪꜱʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ)

ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ-ᴀɢɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ᴇx (ᴍᴀɢᴜɪ)

ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴄʀᴜᴛɪɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ ʜᴀʀᴀꜱꜱᴍᴇɴᴛ

ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇꜱ

(ʏ/ɴ) ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴇʀᴄᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ-ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ

The following week unfolded with media ripples Lando had expected, but not like this.

Social media was still ablaze with speculation. F1 gossip accounts posted timelines, compared old photos of (Y/n) and Lando from Monaco to Austria, even dug up clips from the boutique’s online presence. One reel, captioned “From thrift shop queen to paddock royalty,” had over a million views.

Lando tried to ignore it. He had more important things to focus on.

Like the nursery plans.

Or the twins' names.

Or making sure (Y/n) drank enough water before noon.

But in the background, something colder stirred.

It started with a single tagged post.

@magui.x | Vienna, Austria 🇦🇹💫 When you know, you know. 📸: elegant heels, a glass of wine, her signature charm.

He didn’t think anything of it, until the DMs started rolling in. Fans were sending screenshots. Theories were spinning.

“Did Magui just throw shade at Lando?” “She’s in Austria too??” “Imagine watching your ex win a Grand Prix and have babies with someone else…”

Lando shrugged it off, until he received a text.

Magui: So Austria, huh? Big moment. Congrats, I guess. Hope you remember what we used to talk about doing if you ever won there.

No emojis. Just that.

He didn’t respond.

He couldn’t.

(Y/n) had just walked into the room with a tray of fresh-cut fruits, her bump swaying slightly beneath a soft white cotton dress. She looked radiant, and real. Not curated, not filtered. Just here. His now.

But the past didn’t stay quiet for long.

Two days later, Magui posted a cryptic story: a mirror selfie from a dimly lit hotel bathroom.

And then the real hit dropped.

A grainy photo. Posted by an anonymous tabloid page. Two figures in the hotel bar lobby. One of them unmistakably Lando. The other, long legs, dark hair, sly smile, could only be her.

The caption read: “EXCLUSIVE: Lando’s late-night ‘catch-up’ with ex Magui sends fans into chaos. Trouble in paradise already?”

It wasn’t real.

The photo was old. From over a year ago. But Magui didn’t correct it. She didn’t deny it. In fact, she reposted it, captionless, before deleting it an hour later.

And just like that, she’d stirred the pot.

—

Back at their Monaco flat, Lando tossed his phone across the bed.

“She’s playing games,” he muttered.

(Y/n) looked up from the couch, concern flickering in her eyes.

He walked over, kneeling in front of her, resting both hands on her knees.

“I need you to know, I haven’t spoken to her. Not since before Austria. Not properly.”

“I believe you,” she said quietly. “But she’s not going away, is she?”

“I don’t think so. Not yet.”

A silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken worries.

Then she said, “If she wants drama, she’s not getting it from me. But if she tries to drag you into it… I’ll protect what’s mine.”

Lando looked up, genuinely startled.

“Damn,” he whispered, half a smile forming. “You’re kind of terrifying.”

“Only when I have to be.”

He pressed his forehead to her bump. “Don’t worry. I’m not stupid enough to look back.”

“But she might try harder,” she warned. “She watched you win. She saw us on every screen. She knows she lost.”

He nodded. “And now she wants a rematch.”

(Y/n) reached out, fingers threading through his curls. “Then let her fight shadows. Because we’re living in the light.”

Outside, the sea shimmered in the late afternoon glow. Inside, despite the headlines and whispers, there was still peace.

For now.

To be continued... 🧡

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 33: ʜᴇʀ ʙɪɢ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’ꜱ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ 🧡

📝 Note from the Author: Fifth post of the day. FIFTH. 😩 You better hydrate and stretch after all this emotional cardio because I am not slowing down. This chapter? Whew. She’s for the ones who know what it means to choose maturity over mess, love over noise, peace over pettiness.

Magui? Oh, she stirred the pot. The subtle shade, the old photo, the cryptic captions? A masterclass in manipulation. But (Y/n)? She didn’t flinch. She didn’t spiral. Instead, she said:

“Then let her fight shadows. Because we’re living in the light.” And that right there? That’s power. That’s grace.

We’re entering the part of the story where public pressure and past ghosts come knocking. But this couple? They’re choosing each other, again and again. Even when it’s messy. Especially when it’s messy.

Drop a 🕶️ if you felt Lando’s “I’m not stupid enough to look back.” Drop a 🐍 if you’re ready for Magui’s games to get shut down. And drop a 🌊 if you felt that last line, the sea shimmering while the world spun wild, but peace still found them anyway.

Let me know how you’re holding up in the comments. And yes, I will still be scheduling posts while I go MIA for a bit, because I love you that much.

With love, me 🧡

[justaz]

s1ep10 where everything is the same except theres a few other kids around merlin and the gangs age in ealdor and they have the most passive aggressive beef ever

merlin (explaining the tensions while covering his ass bc the villagers may not know about his magic but they know and he cant let arthur find out): and thats mary. she threw rocks at me when i was younger so i shoved a fistful of dirt in her mouth. i just didnt realize there was a worm in the dirt until she was spitting it all out and coughed up a worm. it had the effect of someone coughing up a frog. it fueled a bunch of rumors about me being a sorcerer

mary (after greeting the prince very respectfully): merlin. youre back. how lovely.

merlin, smiling: mary!! yes, of course i am. when i heard that ealdor was in danger i just had to come back and help. you know ive always had a knack for worming my way out of trouble so i thought if anyone can help, its me.

mary: how hopeful. i dont think ive ever seen you wield a sword. or any other weapon. you seem to keep to your…talents.

merlin: we never spent much time together so i cant fault you for not noticing my many other talents. contrary to what you think, i do like to get my hands dirty.

[zentarablog]

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[olaweelet123]

Exposing the Truth Behind the Rumors

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[quickestgold]

1) Love your writing and cant wait to see more!! 2) For the prompt inspiration, what about something along the lines of Jack's girlfriend, that Dana and Robby don't particularly like, shows up seriously injured at the Pitt?

Someone New: Dr. Jack Abbot x Reader

Synopsis: After witnessing the fallout from Jack's failed marriage, Dana and Robby have been skeptical of his new relationship. But when a freak accident forces them to see the depth of Jack’s feelings, their perspectives shift.

Warnings: Canon-typical depictions of trauma; traffic accident, death, injuries, mentions of a failed marriage, divorce

Word count: 1.9k

A/n: LMFAO guys, most of my requests rn are for injured readers are we okay? Anyway... enjoy xoxo (also, thanks so much for the compliment!! messages/comments like these are super motivating <3)

Mistress. Homewrecker. The Other Woman.

You’ve called yourself worse a thousand times. The guilt over how things started with Jack weighs on you. And though his love feels sweet and pure, it offers little comfort in the face of their judgment.

You wish you’d met under different circumstances. Started things the right way.

But in your heart you know it’s real. Even if they don’t.

The truth is, Jack’s marriage was over long before you came into the picture. They were separated when you met, though the divorce wasn’t final.

So you let others believe that it was your fault. Made little effort to dispel the rumors. To introduce yourself properly.

Maybe you were embarrassed.

Definitely ashamed.

Perhaps they had a point and you destroyed a perfectly good relationship. Or at least got in the way of Jack and his ex trying to salvage what was left.

But it doesn’t matter now. Not anymore. Nothing does.

“Female. 30s. Car vs. pedestrian. In and out of consciousness. Possible head injury. Probable femoral fracture”, the EMT presents.

The cold metal of the gurney beneath you makes you shiver, harsh sterile lights flickering overhead.

“Woah. What happened?” Dana’s voice is laced with concern.

“I’m fine", you murmur, but your voice betrays you, weak and unconvincing. “Just a bit sleepy.”

Why is everything spinning?

“You hit your head?” Robby's voice is sharp and suddenly close, the light of his pen so bright it feels like it’s burning through your skull. He instructs you to follow his finger. You try, but your vision is distorted, like shattered glass. You can barely manage to focus.

“I- I’m not sure”, you confess, struggling to catch your breath, your lungs burning.

“Someone pushed her into oncoming traffic", the EMT continues, calm and clinical, part of his routine. "A bicycle hit her head-on and a car slammed into her hip."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut and your stomach twists with horror.

You can't remember any of it.

You try to move, to sit up, but your body refuses.

Why is your face wet? You beg, pray, it’s just tears. It has to be.

But it’s thick and warm. And the familiar, metallic smell makes your head swim.

“J-Jack… I-“, you plead.

Robby’s movements are faster now. His commands sharp and alert. He gestures to Whittaker, who immediately reacts, moving swiftly, as he rushes out of the room, a quiet urgency in his steps.

Everyone knows about you and Jack. Though it feels like no one approves. Almost no one.

“Y/N, it’s okay. Just keep your eyes open for me, alright?” Collins’ voice is warm, grounding. She takes your hand and squeezes it tightly. You’re thankful. Thankful for her presence. To see a friendly face amidst the chaos.

But you can't shake the quiet fear that maybe... it’s the last one you’ll ever see.

Heather is one of the few who welcomed you, made an effort to get to know you.

You’ve become friends.

You meet up for coffee, chat for hours about the boys. And though her and Robby’s relationship ended, you can tell there is unresolved sadness between them. You wonder if either of them will ever admit it.

“Heather… I-I’m…” Your voice is barely audible now. You're slipping. Slipping fast.

You fight to stay awake. To hold on. Just a little longer. At least until you see Jack.

Until you get to say goodbye.

But your eyes grow heavier by the second, something pulling at you, each blink slower than the last.

You can hear yourself saying something. But it’s far away.

You’re shaking. Why is this hospital so goddamn cold?

Before you can say another word, everything fades to black.

“Male. 20s. Cyclist vs. pedestrian. Unconscious. Blunt force trauma to the head. Multiple fractures", another EMT announces, as they rush the gurney into Trauma Two, the team prepared and ready to work in perfect sync.

Jack's moves are quick, methodical. Driven by one clear, urgent goal: to stabilize the patient first, then assess for further injuries.

“Dr. Abbot?” Whittaker’s voice is tentative, his gaze flicking nervously between Jack and the patient on the table. He hovers just inside the doorframe, not quite sure whether to disturb Jack or not.

Jack glances up briefly, his hands moving over the patient's chest, steady and determined.

Whittaker hesitates, his voice shaky. “We need you in Trauma One.”

“I’m a little busy.” Jack mutters. “Get Robby!” His voice laced with authority. An order, not a suggestion.

He isn’t finished with this patient yet, not ready to be pulled away.

Whittaker hesitates, before he nods and steps back. Jack watches him go, but there's no time to think about what might be waiting in Trauma One.

His focus is here, the young patient's life literally in his hands.

“Abbot?” Robby growls, frustrated at Whittaker’s failed attempt.

Whittaker shakes his head, his expression tense. “He’s treating the cyclist in Trauma Two”, Whittaker answers, almost apologetic.

Robby curses under his breath, his eyes flashing to Dana.

He knows Jack will never forgive them if something happens to you and they didn’t tell him. If Jack doesn't get to you in time.

Dana knows, too. She knows that this isn’t just about the accident. It’s about what they owe Jack and what they owe you.

“Hold compressions.” Jack orders.

Everyone’s eyes are fixated on the monitor, but the flatline continues.

“Okay." Jack’s voice drops. "That’s it.”

“Time of death: 10:35”

Jack takes a minute of silent reflection. He’s been here before. Too many times. But it never gets any easier.

He steps out into the bay, taking a breath. His eyes search the nurse’s station, which is unusually empty.

Javadi almost crashes into him, gripping a blood bag tight to her chest. Jack steps back, putting distance between them.

“Slow down. If you trip and fall you’re no good to anybody.” Always the teacher, calm and collected. “Where’s Robby?”

Javadi stumbles over her words, struggling to catch her breath. “Trauma One, a- a pedestrian got hit.”

“Shit." Jack mutters. "I just called it on the cyclist.” His brows furrow. “Need any help?”

“Not sure… it’s not looking good.” And with that, she rushes back in.

Jack watches her go, making sure she doesn’t run into anyone else. His gaze flicks to the glass doors of Trauma One, catching Robby’s eyes. He's pressing into someone’s chest with practiced ease.

But there’s something else. Panic.

Jack’s alarm bells go off. He moves, quickly.

But before Jack reaches the door, Dana steps into his path. She places her palm against his chest, gently pushing him back.

“Jack”, her voice calm but firm. “You can come in, but we need to do this the right way, honey.” Her eyes soften, full of compassion. “Robby’s doing everything he can.”

In that moment, Jack catches a glimpse of the patient’s face. Your bloodied, gorgeous, beautiful face. The woman he loves.

Multiple hands are on you, your own dangling off the side of the gurney.

His eyes lock on the delicate ring he gave you only a few days ago.

The one that was supposed to be forever.

“What the fuck”, Jack tries to push past Dana, but Langdon and Matteo are already there, hands on his arms, holding him back.

“Dana”, Jack’s voice cracks.

“I know, hon. Take a breath”, she rubs soothing circles on his chest, then steps back. “We’ve got her!”

The sincerity in her voice, comforts him, if only slightly.

The fact that he just called his patient’s death a few minutes ago, tells him everything about the severity of your injuries.

There's a deep ache in Jack’s chest as he follows Dana into the room. He steps to your side, his hand brushing gently over your forehead, the way you like it. The way he’s always calmed you.

“I’m here, baby”, he whispers, his voice raw. “I’m here.”

He watches Robby and the team work, each movement calculated, each second agonizing.

He knows his place. He won’t overstep. His only focus is you.

Like many times before, Jack finds himself on the rooftop. Each inhale of the harsh midnight air a painful reminder of you in that hospital bed, fighting for every breath.

Jack feels someone approaching, doesn’t have to turn around to know who. “Who pushed her?” Jack's voice is low and raw with pain.

“They’re…-" Robby pauses, scratching his neck nervously. "They're still looking.” His tone is soft.

Jack nods, but the corners of his mouth turn downward. “You’ve been too hard on her, man.” He exhales sharply.

“I know, brother.” Robby's words are filled with guilt and regret. He wants to make this right. Needs to.

Jack's gaze hardens. “She was afraid, you know. Felt like you were judging her… more than me.” He huffs out a humorless laugh.

Robby’s remorse is palpable. “We were worried about you. Didn’t want to see you get hurt. We had no idea it was serious between you.”

“Does it matter?” Jack’s voice cracks on the last word.

“I- I suppose not.” Robby shakes his head. “I’m so sorry.”

Jack nods. He doesn’t need Robby’s apology. You do.

“She gets it. She gets me.” Jack's looking straight at Robby now, barely bringing himself to say the words. “I wish you’d had the chance to get to know her. You would've loved her…” He tries to hold in a strangled sob, but it escapes anyway.

Robby steps closer, placing a hand on Jack's back, voice gentle and reassuring. “I still can… If she’ll let me.” He realizes he needs to carry that hope for both of them right now.

Jack isn’t convinced, but Robby’s belief gives him a moment’s peace.

The door to the rooftop suddenly slams open. Jack and Robby both turn instinctively.

Dana stands in the doorway, her pulse racing. “Jack.”

Jack is terrified to hear what she has to say, assuming the worst.

The midnight air suddenly feels suffocating.

“Jack?” Your voice is barely a whisper, fragile and tired, the effort of speaking taking all of your energy.

“Hi, gorgeous.” He moves closer to your bed. “Are you in pain?” The concern in his eyes certainly isn't helping, it hurts to see him like this.

You shake your head, but it’s a lie. You know it and Jack knows it too. He doesn’t hesitate, moving swiftly to the IV to adjust the meds with practiced hands.

Warmth floods you and you exhale slowly. The deep physical ache subsides and your thoughts clear. Only now, you can fully appreciate that you’re alive. That Jack’s here.

“I’m here," he repeats, more to himself than to you and for a second you wonder if you said the words out loud.

Jack's hand is gentle against your skin, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “Robby and Dana feel badly about how they’ve treated you.” The words heavy with sorrow.

“They shouldn’t.” You're exhausted, but you mean it. “They don’t even know me.” You give him a smile, weak but genuine.

“Maybe it’s time we change that?” Jack leans in gently stroking your forehead, like he always does. Like he always will.

His other hand traces the space where your ring used to rest. You realize it’s no longer there. It was taken off during the chaos of saving you. But Jack knows where it belongs.

With a tender, deliberate touch, he slides the ring back onto your finger, a symbol of the forever he’s promised.

Hahahah aaall the fluff!! It was needed after so many angsty requests lol Pls comment/share your thoughts below. ♡

[insanethrottlebikernews]

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

When I saw ur post that you'll do Cookie run kingdom, I IMMEDIATELY jumped to this!

Beast Cookies (The 3 Playable ones rn) vs The Ancients fighting for their attention to dear Cookie!Reader in their cookie kingdom. But Cookie!Reader is very oblivious to their affection, and they just think they're getting along swell, buts its VERY obvious to the other cookies about the attention.

Yes yes YES! I've only finished SMC's arc but I read the others on the wiki page. So hopefully I did them all justice

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Shadow Milk/Pure Vanilla

In the Cookie Kingdom, Shadow Milk hasn't entirely changed his ways, although he promised to stop turning cookies into puppets/tarots/chess pieces (which surprisingly wasn't a lie).

He simply settled for creating mischief and making himself quite the nuisance to Pure Vanilla Cookie (since he's still a bit petty about the whole soul jam situation and all).

However, he's been going the extra mile lately because of you, a Cookie who was one of Pure Vanilla's closest friends.

Unlike others who had the usual reactions to his pranks (horror, anger, embarrassment, or sometimes all three at once), he notices that you don't give him the reactions he hopes for.

Instead you just laugh and say "you almost got me there, maybe next time!"

He thought you were mocking him, but when you insist you're being honest, he backs off.

Since you're so interesting to him, he keeps watch over you...and pouts every time he sees you with Pure Vanilla, becoming determined to have your attention all to himself.

Once, he snuck one of his cream sheep (in literal wolf's clothing) into the cotton candy ranch pen while you were assisting the healer in harvesting wool.

His plan was to distract him so he'd be able to "kidnap" you and leave his counterpart to deal with the chaos of a dangerous creature threatening the flock (even changing the "no wolves" sign to "wolves allowed").

Instead, you immediately saw through the facade and thought the wolf was lost, gently sweet-talking it and guiding it out of the pen without causing any commotion.

Shadow Milk appears and whines about you "spoiling" his fun, although he's confused when you ask him if you could keep the wolf.

"Really? Even though I......wait. No, of course not, dummy! Get your own pet." He's quick to snap his fingers, creating a portal that sucks the canine back into the other-realm.

But since that interaction...you believe he's starting to warm up to you, always wanting to hang out and show off.

He'd would make up little lies and truths about his encounters with Pure Vanilla, including what happened at his spire, putting on dramatic displays/shows to make himself out to be the "hero".

Of course, you know better than to believe most of what he says, but you still give him your time of day.

Pure Vanilla did once mention the small droplet of loneliness he sensed within Shadow Milk, so you figured he just needed a friend--something he vehemently denied when that offer was first extended, but eventually learned to accept once he got settled into Cookie Kingdom.

You think you've been making great progress in your friendship with the Beast, although lately a rumor's been circulating (one that he didn't create, and thus was unaware of), that he had a crush on you.

Why else would he want you all to himself? And try to drag you away from Pure Vanilla anytime he saw you both together? And make you more of the witness--instead of the victim--to his latest pranking scheme?

90% of the time he acts like he caught you "cheating" on him...and you're just like "but I'm not even dating anyone???"

Since Awakening, Pure Vanilla has grown to have a lot more patience with him, but he still thinks his antics are childish and would say "just tell them how you feel".

However, he knows Shadow Milk is not one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and would rather put on grand puppet shows and shapeshift as other cookies you've befriended than ever admit he likes you.

But he believes that one day, you'd be the one to crack through that exterior. Just as he did.

Mystic Flour/Dark Cacao

In her weary world of white, you were a cookie that brought just a smidgen of color back into her daily life.

Within the kingdom, she found cookies who remind her of those who used to flock to her Ivory Pagoda with selfish desires and obsessive wishes, taking and taking.

Seeing them dart around and act the fool makes her ponder over whether they should be enlightened or not...

Loving, befriending, working, creating...what was the point if none of that will matter in a hundred years? Do they ever stop to ask themselves if any of those deeds will be remembered? Why bother?

While her powers are severely diminished, leaving her unable to summon a flour storm, she still tries spreading her message to those willing to listen.

Most try to stay away, as her words are rather depressing, but you're actually curious about why she thinks that way.

You feel terrible after learning her story before and after she had her soul jam stripped away, although she assures you not to mourn--for she found comfort in apathy, and asks if you'll do the same.

But you respond that while it is inevitable that everyone crumbles and returns to flour no matter what, life is still worth experiencing, and wanting to help the kingdom grow is something you enjoy and want to keep doing.

"But kingdoms rise and fall. This one, too, shall follow. All these monuments will become mere piles of sugar dust. These waterways will soon dry up and-"

"That may be true, but who's to say we can't rebuild? This isn't your traditional kingdom with a single ruler." You point out. "We've got plenty of hands to help put up new statues and fill the rivers."

"...hm."

Dark Cacao was..less-than-pleased to see you chatting with her, considering she brought the Pale Ailment to his kingdom and nearly killed him trying to obtain his soul jam.

It's a grudge he hasn't fully let go of, and he made it known to you that he'll fight any of her attempts to "corrupt" your mind with her twisted ideals.

He'd try to keep you away from her--which is unusual for the typically reserved Ancient Hero (unless you were from the same kingdom, and in that case you'd understand Your Majesty's protectiveness).

Unfortunately for him, Mystic Flour finds your presence..intriguing. Even when your time is up, she'd certainly want to remember everything about you, so she wants to know more about you here in the present.

While she observes you handling tasks with grace, she'll notice Dark Cacao glaring at her from across the way, pondering why he kept looking at her like that.

Could he have been...jealous?

Yet another frugal emotion he would've been liberated from had he listened to her...

You think the two have been getting along a bit better, considering they could be in the same space without him brandishing his sword....but in reality, even other cookies can sense their tension, the air too thick to be cut with a butterknife.

Burning Spice/Golden Cheese

When you heard news of Burning Spice Cookie joining the kingdom, you were informed to stay FAR away from him, as he was one of the most violent Beasts the Witches have ever known.

Golden Cheese told you about her battle with him, bitterly recalling how he tore her own wings off and caused destruction simply out of boredom--so she's rightfully concerned for your safety.

Unfortunately for the queen of abundance, her counterpart's eyes have been on you the moment he noticed you both talking to one another.

But instead of allowing him to goad her into a rematch, you offer to show Burning Spice around the kingdom.

He welcomes the change, considering there's no singular ruler, although he expected this one to crumble like many before.

"Let's see how long it takes before I grow bored of this....place." He sneers, keeping his weapon at the ready-

Although he noticed a statue built in his likeness (alongside SMC and MFC) and paused.

This kingdom honored the Beasts despite all of their horrific crimes?

"I dunno when those showed up, but-"

"I like 'em. It's a nice surprise. Whoever sculpted this paid extra attention to my physique and might. I give them my thanks. Nice to see that someone here knows I'm the greatest." He snickers.

Yep A simple statue satisfied his ego enough to spare the kingdom from having to spend fortunes on property damages.

As you began spending more time with Burning Spice, you show him different (and better) outlets for his anger, providing him a home with training grounds in case he needed to let off steam.

Forget about trying to put this Beast of Destruction to work---he'd grind the sugar cube quarry to dust and burn down the lumbar production facility.

Golden Cheese--being greedy over not just ownership over her soul jam, but also for her friends--isn't too thrilled with Burning Spice "pretending" to be your best friend, knowing he could crumble you with one claw should you let your guard down.

She has Smoked Cheese Cookie spy on you from a distance to ensure you're safe....but you're oblivious to her concerns.

You had no idea the two were even have daily quarrels over which of them "deserved" your attention more.

If anything, you assumed they were still fighting over their soul jam.

[moonlightwritingf1]

New Series?

So, I've had this idea for a few months, but I'm not sure if anyone would be interested in it. I haven't started yet, and I probably won't begin working on it in the next month. It's just a story I'd like to begin before the summer ends.

Summary: In this world, soulmates are rare, sacred. Not everyone finds theirs, and those who do often wait decades. A soulmate mark, given at birth and unique in shape and placement, binds two people meant to be each other’s home. Y/N found hers early—an identical mark on Lando Norris’s hip, discovered two months after meeting him through mutual friends. But he’s always treated her like she’s nothing, cold and dismissive in a way he’s never been with anyone else. Despite the universe’s certainty, she’s convinced he’d reject her if he knew the truth—because of the models, the parties, the cheating rumors, and the way he chases attention. To Y/N, the soulmate bond feels like a cruel joke: proof that even the one person destined for her wouldn’t choose her willingly. She hid it for a year because his every word, every look, told her she was unwanted, even by the one fate had chosen for her. And then, in one careless moment, he saw the mark on her hip—his mark—and everything inside him shattered. Everything between them changed.

Includes:

enemies to lovers trope

loads of angst

loads of sexual tension and frustration

fuck boy Lando

complicated relationship with emotionally abusive parents (Y/N)

hyper-independent and emotionally guarded Y/N

“I don’t need anyone” Y/N vs “I’d give her everything” Lando

Y/N hiding her trauma behind success and control

Y/N putting up walls Lando desperately tries to break through

protective Lando once he finds out the truth

slow burn

multiple chapters

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

Came across another debate about the "inhibitor chips vs. no chips" storyline for the clones. Saw the usual complaint that the inhibitor chips are a cop out to absolve the clones of any responsibility for their actions.

Thing is...

For a long time, practically none of the clones knew their actions during Order 66 were influenced by programming via implanted brain chips. Omega was the first clone who for sure knew the chips were even a thing; Tech figured it out and Rex finally understood and fully accepted Fives' claims during Order 66; the rest of Clone Force 99 eventually accepts the truth; and I'm sure Rex got through to the clones who became part of his network.

But that's a tiny fraction of the clones who make up the GAR. (We find out over a decade later in Rebels that apparently the story of the inhibitor chips had circulated, but we don't know to what extent the story spread or if it was ever validated to the general public as more than a rumor.)

So, during Order 66 and for years thereafter, the clones thought they were acting of their own accord.

We never see the clones using the chips as an excuse for their behavior, likely because most of the clones don't even know about them.

And frankly, I find it even more tragic that these loyal, honorable men thought they had freely chosen to turn on the Jedi and others who had been their allies, genuinely thought they were stopping a Jedi coup, when they really didn't have much of a choice at all, not even the option to stop and think about what they were doing before they did it.

And even those clones who DO know what's going on are too horrified by their behavior to even entertain the notion of excusing themselves.

Just look at Rex's face when he's about to shoot Ahsoka. He's conflicted, he's terrified. Rex later talks about the chip and tells the Bad Batch it's not something they can control if it activates; but even then he's sharing that to convince them to choose to remove the chips, not to give them an excuse for their behavior.

And can any of us mistake Wrecker's shame over his actions while the inhibitor chip was activated as him justifying himself? He describes what it felt like, and we know as well as he does that he literally had no control over himself, yet he still apologizes for what he did.

AND THEN we have Crosshair, Mr. "Does it really matter when I got my chip removed?" -

Crosshair knows about the chip, knows what it was supposed to do, had it removed, and still insists that he was in full control of himself and his decisions all along. Even later, when he admits to making mistakes and having regrets, he never blames the inhibitor chip for his actions.

Basically - I have no issue whatsoever with the inhibitor chip plotline. I actually prefer it. Not even taking into account the fact that it makes a ton of sense that Palpatine wouldn't leave anything regarding something as pivotal to his plans as Order 66 up to chance, the inhibitor chips add another layer of tragedy and complexity to the clones in that while we the audience know they have more of their autonomy stripped away from them, as far as the clones are aware the chips don't even exist and they are in full control of their own actions; and the clones who DO know about the chips tend to acknowledge their effects while still not using them to justify their behavior or refuse any responsibility.

[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐑𝐄𝐃 + 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 , 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔

summary , after the champions league final, chelsea's star player Y/N L/N reveals her relashiopship with ferrari's golden boy charles leclerc

pairing , charles leclerc x fem! chelsea! footballer! reader

main masterlist | f1 masterlist | charles leclerc masterlist | next part

CHELSAE FC → "WE HAVE BEEN CLOSE EVER SINCE" | MASON MOUNT ON MEETING Y/N L/N | THE CLUBHOUSE

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[finalgirlwillbyers]

Why and in what context do you think Will is gonna drown

This is my instinct based on the BTS picture of a soaked Noah (he's been fully submerged in water) and Ross Duffers' inclusion of Lovers Lake in a photo dump (Weeks 5-6), coupled with the understanding that Stranger Things 5 is "like season one on steroids". The writers room, as seen in Stranger Things 4 and the Stranger Things 5 teaser, likes to reference character moments from prior seasons.

Sometimes this is a gimmick (see: Joyce with an axe in S1 vs. S5), and sometimes it holds significance for a character's arc (see: Dr. Brenner/Papa carrying El in S1 vs. S4). In El's case, the contrast emphasized El's maturation in physical and emotional sense. She's outgrown him, yet he still tries to enforce their former dynamic which is, ultimately, impossible. It's very cyclical, intentionally so.

Will's staged death in S1 is pivotal moment for those around him, not necessarily Will himself, since he's stuck in a pocket dimension. The audience witnesses how Will's "accident" devastates his loved ones and, later, realize the lengths the government will go in order to hide the truth (and keep him in the Upside Down). Will is, essentially, a pawn in a larger game of science-fiction intrigue. Collateral.

If the Duffers were to reference this moment, I'd imagine they'd focus on this theme of agency. Whether it's Will's choice (he's making rash decisions) or lack thereof (he's under the influence). Maybe Will winds up in a trance and wakes up in the water (a spin on Donnie Darko)? Maybe Will & Co. investigate Lovers Lake and something happens (he's dragged under like Steve in S4)? Maybe Will engages in risky behavior, because he feels like this is penance for the curse he's brought on everyone (aligning with Hopper and Max)?

Whatever the cause, he'd still end up in the water. But, unlike before, this time it's real for him. For the others, it's always felt viscerally real. And, to be frank, that's a huge part of the appeal. How the circumstances of Will's near death compels them to react, in particular Joyce and Mike.

Mike is Will's dearest friend, yet most audience members believe he only tolerates Will nowadays. That Will is the irrational one, placing lofty significance on a fading relationship. Looking back to S1, there's a reason why Mike's reaction to Will's untimely "demise" was heavily focused on. It was tangible, physical, evidence to Mike that he's lost Will.

"Losing Will" is a recurring concern for Mike, and there's a certain tragic irony to Mike "losing Will" in every possible way (emotionally, psychologically, and physically) that can only be matched by Lucas calling Max "a ghost". I say all this because, if the Duffers are truly planning to make Mike-Will happen, they need to reveal their hand. They need to build in events which have Mike show a profound depth of feeling that crosses the line of platonic into something else. While cliché, life-or-death scenarios are effective at that, especially when playing on old fears.

Jumping into a lake named after lovers, in November, to save your best friend from drowning when not too many Novembers ago you saw his "corpse" being pulled out of water by EMS? That sounds like Mike Wheeler alright. A Mike filled with Wheeler typical bravery and a hint of trauma laden fervor. One could even say that this act is a demonstration of "unambiguous true love" (see: Joyce-Hopper 4x07 reunion).

There isn't definite proof of Mike being fully submerged, like Will, at some point. There were rumors of production filming at Lovers Lake, but no paparazzi shots of cast members. The closest evidence is the wet haired Mike in the Stranger Things 5 teaser. However, another user pointed out that, per Maya's unintentional script leak, that a pipe does drip water on Mike's head while rescuing kids with Robin (and, most likely, Joyce and Will). So, that puts a damper on things.

I'm still maintaining some hope, given the timeline indicated by the costume changes (like Lucas' water stained pants)! But, this is very speculative and self-indulgent of me. What can I say? I love Will near death scenarios.

[saymonsays]

3 — Solving for X (and Maybe Love)

pairing: kwon jiyong x reader

ep 1 | ep 2

Summary: ‎Rivals Are Bickering, Secrets Are Leaking, Chemistry Is Peaking. Sometimes silence says more than we’re ready to hear. Chemistry still simmering between you and Jiyong… even in silence.

‎Tags: slow burn, highschool romance, opposites attract, art vs math, chaotic friendships, banter, wholesome chemistry, awkward friendship, unspoken feelings, some emotional parts, tension, awkward silences, one-sided glances, and parents unknowingly fanning the flames, just fluff

‎"The Distance Between Our Tables"

‎P‎eople always think they know the full story. That’s the thing about school—the walls talk. But the truth? It’s always quieter than the rumors.

‎

‎She was the kind of girl everyone noticed. Not because she wanted to be. Just… because she couldn’t help it. Pretty, confident, independent—and bad at math. Really bad. The kind of bad that made her avoid eye contact when midterms were returned.

‎

‎What most people didn’t know?

‎

‎Her father was the principal.

‎

‎She never mentioned it. Not once. Not even to Saebom. She hated the way people looked at her differently when they found out—as if she hadn’t earned anything herself. So she kept it quiet. She wore the title like a shadow. Not a flex, not a crown. Just another thing she didn’t ask for.

‎

‎And Jiyong? He was the opposite of everything loud. A quiet boy. A boy people forgot was even in class until test scores came out. He moved like a whisper, spoke like he was apologizing for breathing.

‎

‎But he noticed things.

‎

‎He noticed how she never asked for help. How she pretended to understand just to avoid looking weak. How she furrowed her brow and chewed the cap of her pen during tutoring sessions, pretending to listen while secretly drawing sad little monsters in her notebook margins.

‎

‎He noticed it all.

‎

‎And somewhere along the way, without meaning to…

‎he started caring.

‎

‎Math Class – The Day After Midterms

‎The class was silent.

‎

‎Mr. Lee walked down the row, placing marked exams face-down on desks like funeral pamphlets.

‎

‎You saw yours.

‎37.

‎

‎You didn’t flinch. You just quietly flipped it over and tucked it inside your book.

‎

‎“Y/N,” Mr. Lee called out.

‎You looked up.

‎

‎“This is your second failing grade this semester.”

‎

‎“I know,” you said flatly.

‎

‎He frowned. “Aren’t you being tutored? What’s the problem here?”

‎

‎You stayed quiet.

‎

‎“Who’s tutoring her again?” Mr. Lee turned.

‎

‎From the back of the class, Jiyong’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I am.”

‎

‎Mr. Lee folded his arms. “You’re top of the class. Why is your student failing?”

‎

‎You opened your mouth—but Jiyong stood.

‎

‎“It’s my fault,” he said.

‎

‎The whole room turned.

‎

‎“I didn’t adjust the way I was teaching. I thought she understood more than she did.”

‎

‎Mr. Lee looked stunned. “You’re taking the blame?”

‎

‎“I didn’t explain things properly,” Jiyong said again, eyes on the floor. “She’s not stupid.”

‎

‎Your throat tightened.

‎

‎He wasn’t supposed to do that.

‎He wasn’t supposed to protect you.

‎

‎After Class – Rooftop

‎

‎You pulled him aside, furious.

‎

‎“Why did you say that? That wasn’t your fault, Jiyong!”

‎

‎He looked up. “You were going to get in trouble.”

‎

‎“I don’t care!” you snapped. “You think I want people thinking I got pity help from the smartest kid in class?!”

‎

‎His face shifted—like your words stung more than they should have.

‎

‎“…I wasn’t trying to pity you.”

‎

‎You crossed your arms. “Then what were you trying to do?”

‎

‎Silence.

‎

‎Then he said, very softly

‎‎“I just didn’t want you to feel alone.”

‎

‎That hit like a punch in the chest.

‎

‎Because for a second—you weren’t mad anymore.

‎

‎You were scared.

‎

‎Because when someone like Jiyong cared about you…

‎

‎It was harder to pretend that you didn’t care back.

‎

‎———————

‎

‎You were picking at your dinner, chin resting on your palm. Your mom had tried to lighten the mood with her usual, “Want more kimchi?” but you just shook your head.

‎

‎Your dad glanced over the rim of his glasses. “Midterm results came in.”

‎

‎“Yeah,” you muttered. “Mr. Lee was very vocal about it.”

‎

‎Silence. Then he said, “You know, I don’t care if you’re not good at math.”

‎

‎You looked up.

‎

‎“I care if you give up before trying.”

‎

‎“…I am trying,” you mumbled. “It’s just not working.”

‎

‎He nodded slowly. “That boy… Kwon Jiyong. He’s tutoring you?”

‎

‎You blinked. “Yeah. Why?”

‎

‎Your dad leaned back, folding his arms. “He’s a good kid. Respectful. Quiet. A little awkward, but... good.”

‎

‎You raised a brow. “You met him?”

‎

‎He smiled. “His parents own the restaurant near the old bookstore. I eat there sometimes.”

‎

‎You stared. “You eat there?”

‎

‎He gave you a pointed look. “What, you thought the principal just hibernated in the office all day?”

‎

‎You huffed a laugh—but it faded quickly.

‎

‎Your dad sighed, more gently this time. “I know you don’t like people helping you. But maybe that’s not a weakness. Maybe it’s... something you’re allowed to have.”

‎Jiyong at the Restaurant (Evening)

‎———————

‎He was refilling the soy sauce bottles at the counter, eyes a little dull, hands slower than usual. His mom watched him for a second before nudging him gently with a dish towel.

‎

‎“You’ve been sulking for three days.”

‎

‎“I’m not sulking,” he muttered.

‎

‎“You’re sulking,” she said again, smiling. “What happened? Girl trouble?”

‎

‎Jiyong almost choked on air.

‎

‎“I—no—she’s just…” He trailed off.

‎

‎His mom tilted her head. “Just what?”

‎

‎He looked down at the bottle in his hand. “Mad. And I think she’s right to be.”

‎

‎A pause.

‎

‎Then, softly: “She didn’t ask me to speak for her. I just… did.”

‎

‎His mom hummed. “Next time, try asking what she needs, instead of guessing.”

‎

‎School Hallway – You Try Talking to Him

‎You spotted him by the lockers—alone, like always, headphones around his neck but not actually on. His bag was slung over one shoulder, and he was pretending to fix the zipper just to avoid looking around.

‎

‎You walked up slowly.

‎

‎“Hey,” you said.

‎

‎He looked up—then froze.

‎

‎“…Hi.”

‎

‎You scratched the back of your neck. “You’re avoiding me.”

‎

‎“No, I’m not.” He was definitely lying.

‎

‎“You are. You didn’t even come to tutoring yesterday.”

‎

‎Jiyong shifted. “I thought maybe you needed space.”

‎

‎You sighed. “I needed you to not act like I stabbed you in the chest.”

‎

‎He blinked. “I didn’t think you—”

‎

‎“I yelled because I was mad, not because I wanted you to disappear.”

‎

‎He swallowed. “I just… didn’t want to make it worse.”

‎

‎The silence stretched.

‎

‎Then you said, softer this time: “I don’t hate you, Jiyong.”

‎His eyes met yours—finally—and there was that moment.

‎

‎

‎The one where neither of you says what you’re really feeling.

‎But both of you know.

‎Deep down, painfully, you know.

‎

‎———————

‎

‎Saebom was storming down the hallway, papers flying out of her folder, fury radiating off her like steam from ramen.

‎

‎“I cannot believe this!” she growled.

‎

‎You raised a brow. “Let me guess—Daesung?”

‎

‎“Who else?! That slippery, annoying, too-loud-for-his-own-good gremlin!”

‎

‎You stifled a laugh. “What did he do this time?”

‎

‎“He beat me on the science quiz by TWO POINTS. And he taped his score to my locker with glitter tape and wrote ‘Try harder, Queen :3 ’ in pink marker.”

‎

‎You blinked. “...I mean, that’s kind of iconic.”

‎

‎“I HATE HIM.”

‎

‎Cue: Daesung strutting by like he’s in a shampoo commercial.

‎

‎“Oh, hey Saebom!” he chirped. “Saw your score. Brutal. You still want my notes? I can dumb them down if you’d like.”

‎

‎“You’re going to regret speaking to me today,” she snapped.

‎

‎“Already do,” he winked, then disappeared into class.

‎

‎You and Saebom stood in silence.

‎

‎“...He flirts like a clown,” she muttered.

‎

‎You grinned. “But like... a cute clown?”

‎

‎She gave you the death glare.

‎

‎Weekend – Coffee with Dad (Outside School)

‎It was a rare Sunday when both you and your dad had nothing to do. You were seated across from him at a quiet café near the bookstore—just the two of you, warm drinks, and a table too small for awkward silence.

‎

‎He took a sip. “You’ve been quieter lately.”

‎

‎“Midterms,” you said.

‎

‎He raised a brow.

‎

‎“…And maybe the boy tutoring me thinks I hate him.”

‎

‎“Do you?”

‎

‎“No. But I yell like I do.”

‎

‎He gave a quiet laugh. “You’re like your mother.”

‎

‎You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Don’t say that. She cries over animal commercials.”

‎

‎“She’s got a big heart. So do you.”

‎

‎You were about to roll your eyes again—until your dad’s expression shifted. “You know… you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

‎

‎You blinked.

‎

‎“I know you try to be this ‘cool girl who doesn’t need help,’” he said. “But… you’re still my kid. It’s okay to let people in. Even him.”

‎

‎You didn’t answer.

‎

‎Across the street, a student from school stood frozen outside the bakery window—half-hidden, phone in hand, eyes wide.

‎

‎They had just seen you and the principal laughing over coffee.

‎

‎And then, they ran.

‎———————

‎Monday – Whisper Games Begin

‎You knew something was off the second you walked into school.

‎

‎The stares were sharper. The whispers shorter. Even Saebom raised an eyebrow. “Did you get a new bag or something?”

‎

‎You didn’t answer.

‎

‎Then you heard it.

‎

‎“She’s the principal’s daughter?”

‎

‎“Wait—is that how she got into the art contest?”

‎

‎“Is that why Mr. Lee never really punished her?”

‎

‎The worst part wasn’t the rumors. It was the way they looked at you now.

‎

‎Like you didn’t earn anything.

‎

‎At lunch, you sat with Saebom and barely touched your food. Even Daesung didn’t make a single sarcastic comment—which was scarier than when he did.

‎

‎And Jiyong? He hadn’t looked at you once.

‎

‎Until the end of the day.

‎

‎When he passed you in the hallway, paused, and quietly slipped a folded paper into your hand.

‎

‎You opened it after he left.

‎

‎It was a sketch.

‎

‎A very, very bad drawing of… you. Sitting at your desk. With the words underneath:

‎

‎“This is how I see you. Not them.”

‎

‎Your heart stuttered.

‎

‎It was the ugliest, sweetest thing you’d ever seen.

‎—

‎There’s a reason you never told anyone your dad was the principal.

‎

‎Because when you were twelve and transferred schools mid-year, your first “friend” said, “Do we have to be nice to you ‘cause your dad’s, like, the boss?”

‎

‎You didn’t reply. Just smiled like it didn’t matter.

‎After that, you learned: keep it quiet. Let people judge you for the things you can’t control—like being bad at math. That was easier than being seen as the girl who cheated her way through everything.

‎

‎So yeah. It wasn’t shame. It was survival.

‎

‎Jiyong Reacts (Awkwardly, Of Course)

‎He was supposed to just hand you your notebook.

‎

‎Instead, he said

‎“…Your dad’s the principal?”

‎

‎You blinked.

‎

‎Then shrugged. “Yeah.”

‎

‎He nodded… once… twice… then again… and didn’t say anything.

‎

‎The silence stretched.

‎

‎“…You mad?” you asked.

‎

‎“No,” he said quickly. “Just. Processing.”

‎

‎You leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You think I got special treatment?”

‎

‎He looked at you—really looked this time—and shook his head.

‎

‎“…I think you probably didn’t tell anyone because you didn’t want to be treated special.”

‎

‎You blinked.

‎

‎Okay, ouch. That hit too close.

‎

‎“…Yeah. That.”

‎

‎Cafeteria – Saebom vs. Daesung, Round 7,421

‎Saebom slammed her tray on the table. “HE STOLE MY HIGH SCORE TITLE IN ENGLISH.”

‎

‎Daesung strolled by and waved like a pageant queen. “Oh? Didn’t see you at the top. Must’ve been a typo.”

‎

‎“You used a comma splice in your essay,” she hissed.

‎

‎“And yet, here we are. Me: Winner. You: Bitter.”

‎

‎You glanced up from your barely-eaten rice. “Can you two stop flirting?”

‎

‎Both: “WE’RE NOT FLIRTING.”

‎

‎You rolled your eyes. “Sure. And Jiyong knows how to draw hands.”

‎

‎At the far end of the table, Jiyong paused mid-sip. “...what?...”

—

‎Art Room – Awkward Chemistry™ Reloaded

‎It was silent again.

‎

‎You were sketching on the edge of your worksheet. Jiyong was trying to explain algebra but kept glancing over.

‎

‎“…Is that me?” he asked.

‎

‎You didn’t look up. “Mmhm.”

‎

‎“Why do I have a pigeon on my head?”

‎

‎You grinned. “It’s metaphorical.”

‎

‎“For what?”

‎

‎“For how you never notice when people like you.”

‎

‎He froze. “Wait—what?”

‎

‎You blinked, feigning innocence. “What?”

‎

‎He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

‎

‎“…Nothing,” he mumbled, going back to his textbook way too quickly.

‎

‎And you?

‎You just kept sketching.

‎With the tiniest smirk tugging at your lips.

‎—

‎It was a normal Tuesday night.

‎

‎Jiyong was wiping tables, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy from leaning over hot food trays all evening. His mom was in the kitchen, shouting orders in rapid Korean. His dad was restocking side dishes with a huge smile.

‎

‎The bell rang as a customer walked out.

‎

‎“Jiyong-ah,” his mom called. “Bring the kimchi upstairs.”

‎

‎He groaned slightly, grabbing the tray. As he walked up the narrow stairs that led to their home above the restaurant, he paused by the window.

‎

‎He saw a couple walking past, laughing. Just normal teenagers, not thinking about grades or gossip or expectations.

‎

‎He stared at them for a second longer than he should’ve.

‎

‎Then turned away.

‎

‎You – Alone in a Mall, Feeling Off

‎You were at a mall on a random afternoon, sipping from a smoothie that tasted like regret and boredom.

‎

‎You’d walked into three stores and bought nothing. Scrolled through your phone more times than you could count. Opened your sketch app, then closed it again.

‎

‎You hated this feeling.

‎

‎It was like something was heavy in your chest, and no amount of new earrings or cold drinks could melt it.

‎

‎You looked around.

‎

‎Everyone was smiling.

‎

‎You weren’t.

‎

‎Home – Parents Noticing

‎That night at dinner, your mom nudged you softly.

‎

‎“You didn’t finish your rice.”

‎

‎You shrugged.

‎

‎“Something happen at school?” your dad asked.

‎

‎You stabbed a piece of tofu with your chopstick, avoiding both of their eyes.

‎

‎“Just school stuff.”

‎

‎Your mom exchanged a look with your dad. He set his chopsticks down.

‎

‎“We heard… about the gossip. That people found out.”

‎

‎You froze.

‎

‎“It’s okay,” your mom said gently. “You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t affect you.”

‎

‎“I’m fine,” you said quickly, too quickly. “Really.”

‎

‎Your dad stared at you a moment longer.

‎

‎“Even the strongest people crack sometimes,” he said. “Doesn’t make you weak.”

‎

‎You stayed quiet.

‎

‎But later that night, alone in your room…

‎You cried a little. Just a little.

‎—

‎School Library – The Question

‎You and Jiyong sat side by side, books sprawled everywhere, the table buried in loose worksheets and quiet tension.

‎

‎You were doodling on the corner of your math sheet again. He watched, chin resting on his palm.

‎

‎“…Why art?” he asked softly.

‎

‎You blinked. “What?”

‎

‎He sat up straighter. “You could’ve picked anything. Music, dance, even writing. Why drawing?”

‎

‎You stared down at the messy sketch. A cat on a bicycle. It looked like it was about to fall.

‎

‎You spoke slowly.

‎

‎“When I was little, I didn’t talk a lot. Not because I was shy—just… didn’t know how to say what I was feeling. Not to my parents. Not to my friends. Not even to myself.”

‎

‎Jiyong didn’t say anything. Just listened.

‎

‎“So I drew,” you said. “Weird stuff. Scary stuff. Funny stuff. People didn’t always get it. But I did. And that was enough.”

‎

‎Silence.

‎

‎“…You talk a lot now,” he said quietly.

‎

‎You smiled, a little sad. “Yeah. I got tired of no one hearing me.”

‎

‎Another pause.

‎

‎He nodded slowly.

‎

‎“…I get that.”

‎

‎time skipped

‎

‎INT. CAR – EVENING

‎

‎You sat with your arms crossed, face glued to the window.

‎

‎“Why are we even going there?” you mumbled.

‎

‎“Because I’m hungry,” your dad replied, casual. “And the food’s nice.”

‎

‎“…You literally ate lunch at the school canteen.”

‎

‎“Still hungry.”

‎

‎You shot him a glare. “You’re only going there because you want me to make peace with Jiyong.”

‎

‎He didn’t even try to deny it. Just shrugged. “That, and the kimchi jjigae is top tier.”

‎

‎You groaned. “Dad…”

‎

��“You can’t avoid him forever, you know.”

‎

‎“I can try.”

‎

‎But you still followed him out of the car. Still walked beside him, dragging your feet, as he strolled into the restaurant like it was just any other day.

‎

‎INT. RESTAURANT – EVENING

‎

‎The little bell above the door chimed. The smell of garlic and gochujang hit instantly.

‎

‎You kept your head low, heart thumping stupidly.

‎

‎Jiyong’s mom popped out from the kitchen. “Oh! Mr. Jung!”

‎

‎Your dad grinned. “It’s been a while, right?”

‎

‎“You always say that, but you came last week,” she laughed, wiping her hands on her apron. “Sit wherever you want!”

‎

‎Her eyes landed on you. “Ahh, is this your daughter?”

‎

‎You froze.

‎

‎“…Yes,” your dad said proudly, putting a hand on your shoulder.

‎

‎You smiled awkwardly. “Hello, Miss…”

‎

‎And then—you heard it.

‎

‎Footsteps.

‎Slow. Familiar.

‎

‎You glanced to the side—

‎

‎Jiyong, standing by the counter, holding a tray, equally frozen.

‎

‎Eyes locking with yours.

‎

‎You could practically hear the awkward music swell in your head.

‎

‎“…Hey,” he said.

‎

‎“…Hey,” you muttered back, looking anywhere but his face.

‎

‎His mom raised an eyebrow. “Wait. You two know each other?”

‎

‎You both answered at the same time.

‎

‎“She’s my—”

‎“He’s my—”

‎

‎Silence.

‎

‎“…Tutor,” you said.

‎“…Student,” he added.

‎

‎His mom blinked. “Ooooh.” Then smiled. “That’s nice.”

‎

‎Nice?

‎

‎You wanted to evaporate.

‎LATER – AT THE TABLE

‎

‎

‎Your dad was slurping soup. “Seriously, you have to try this. You can’t sulk when there’s tofu this good.”

‎

‎You were barely touching your rice. Eyes flicking every few seconds to the kitchen door.

‎

‎Jiyong passed by once—twice—clearly avoiding your table. At one point your eyes met and both of you looked away so fast, you nearly gave yourselves whiplash.

‎

‎Your dad leaned closer. “You should say hi.”

‎

‎“I did say hi.”

‎

‎“You should say more hi.”

‎

‎“Dad—”

‎

‎“Okay okay,” he grinned. “But one more thing…”

‎

‎You looked at him suspiciously.

‎

‎“…If I accidentally tell his mom you like drawing him with pigeons on his head—”

‎

‎“DAD.”

‎

‎Jiyong's Perspective

‎

‎He walked past quickly, eyes glued to the tray in his hands. He could feel your gaze brush over him for a second.

‎

‎But it was different.

‎

‎No teasing.

‎

‎No stubborn comebacks.

‎

‎No scribbled cats in math margins.

‎

‎You weren’t you.

‎

‎He slowed down.

‎

‎Just enough to hear your dad say, “You should say hi.”

‎

‎You didn’t.

‎

‎His heart sank a little.

‎

‎She’s avoiding me.

‎

‎IN THE STORAGE ROOM – LATER

‎

‎He sat on a low plastic stool, fiddling with a box of wooden chopsticks.

‎

‎His brain wouldn’t shut up.

‎"She’s embarrassed. She regrets telling you about her dad."

‎

‎‎"She probably doesn’t even like being tutored."

‎‎"You messed it up the moment you got involved."

‎

‎He sighed.

‎

‎He didn’t mean to freeze up at school. He didn’t mean to make things awkward. But he panicked.

‎

‎You were always so hard to read.

‎

‎And now?

‎

‎Now you were even harder to reach.

‎

‎MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE (your POV briefly)

‎

‎You sat in your dad’s car, frowning out the window.

‎

‎“You okay?” your dad asked.

‎

‎You shrugged. “Fine.”

‎

‎Just a little… weird.

‎‎That’s all.

‎‎Totally normal.

‎

‎You weren’t mad at Jiyong. You weren’t disappointed either. You were just—what’s the word?

‎

‎Confused?

‎‎Overthinking?

‎‎Definitely not in denial.

—

Author's note: told u this part's gonna be longer :33 ALSO I SWEAR THE PAIRING ALWAYS REMINDS ME OF GO YOUNJUNG AND LEE JUNGHA IN MOVING >.<

[fictionfixations]

OH MY GOD GUYS I GOT THE ANAKT GARDEN SET AHHHHHHHHHH

warning for major alnst spoilers ofc

I KEEP TAKING PHOTOS THE WRONG WAY AROUND 😭😭😭😭

okay im gonna summarize information

you get these id cards the main peeps of them their birthday blood type number signature fingerprint who their guardian is (i cant tell the difference between them on the card it looks the same to me but idk maybe its alien language)

and it also says what dorm theyre from

mizi till ivan and sua are in buru flower rooms although different ones

(all in buru flower room. sua is in x, till is in c, mizi is a, ivan is d)

meanwhile luka and hyuna are in different rooms which makes me believe its by like year(s) and based on when they graduate from anakt garden or something like that? i forget

according to an interview (of sua and ivan) they're from the 50th anakt garden class

hyuna is chala flower room a, and shes also the only one without a signature

interestingly enough luka is the only one without a letter after the room which i think is because of how im pretty sure hes like a clone or something? like like made and there were many others of 'him' that were made until they found the perfect him to use? im like 70% sure his guardian has also implied it or something in one of the interviews? i think it mightve been regarding either the top three or before luka vs till

i use a translator app and go through it and then (usually) mainly share ones about ivan (as hes my favorite) and include other interesting stuff that doesnt have to relate to him

also there will be some things i just dont mention

well ive only done it once and for like the art book lmfao but yEAH

i keep forgetting which page i read it from so this time im gonna write this post while looking through it to make it easier for me haha

skimming through it though i do see some stuff i think they've posted on the twitter and patreon before though i DO remember there was this one that was blurry and i think i saw it in full here

be warned translations may not always be 100% accurate cause for some reason i take a CLEAR photo of the text and then i take another but zoomed in to more specific parts of the text and it changes the translation so im just sat here like what why does having more context make it worse sob

(future me here what do you mean i can only translate 50 images a day 😭 maybe its my bad for taking so many pictures of the same part but sometimes it translates differently when i zoom into specific parts that make more sense so on parts im confused on i do that a lot)

also in the previous post i tried rephrasing it a lot but at this point its really not gonna work with this

Mizi (1) Her guardian sent a 'lullaby tape' and 'deep sea mood lamp' to help her sleep. She called it 'Shine' or something? I can't be 100% sure but she whined to a teacher about missing it and thus that was sent over.

Mizi/Sua (2) Sua helps Mizi study, and sometimes reads to her, and everytime she does it, "I feel she creates an unknown world for me."

Sua/Mizi (1) Sua was shy and didn't laugh much when entering Anakt Garden, but after meeting Mizi, she laughed a lot.

Sua (2) Children in the Anakt Garden have become more interested in the opposite sex. There are rumors among the children that there is "a tree that can succeed if you confess". Sua seems to be popular with boys as she often goes under the tree.

Sua & Ivan (3) Sua was chosen as an Outstanding Child alongside Ivan in Anakt Garden, an honorable title given to a child who sets an example for others every year. The two will be interviewed and included in ALIEN STAGE MAGAZINE VOL.2.

Sua (4) Recently, Sua's been practicing hard enough to stop crying(?). When asked why, Sua said, "I have to practice more because it's my dream to be on stage with Mizi."

😭i cant tell if its a mistranslation or if its a 'i know the truth about alnst so i want to practice not crying while on stage with her' or something

Till & Ivan (1) Today, Till fought with a new kid named Ivan. He is an aggressive child, so he needs regular education at home. Fortunately, Ivan has generously forgiven him, but I will do my best to prevent this from happening next time.

Till & Ivan (2) Till's theoretical grades have improved a lot! Practical tests are always perfect, but theories have always been weak. In particular, his grades in Religion and Music, which were his most vulnerable, have risen markedly. Is it because some kid has provoked Till recently? He's very competitive, so when he has an opponent he wants to win, he burns!

It's not stated but y'know I'd think it'd be Ivan 💀.

Ivan (1) Ivan is significantly less talkative than other children. He may have a slower language development than other children because he's adapting to a sudden change in environment.

Ivan (2) For an art class on the theme of "The Most Memorable Moment of Life", Ivan painted a sky full of shooting stars on the paper. Each star was drawn carefully, and his concentration was so focused it was like he was being sucked into the paper.

For that I'll refer to the scene back in Round 3 and my post on the artbook where it explained more on Ivan's thoughts and how the shooting stars meant to him it was

(10) in the slums, when being held over like the edge due to the anger of a dealer, he faced the fear of death at such a young age that it stuck with him, that death was always near him. the shooting stars that then appeared stayed with him unconsciously (the translation it gives me is “the ecstasy faced with death took place intensely in Ivan’s deep unconsciousness.”)

Ivan (3) He often observes his facial expressions in the pond before going to school in the morning. I feel the one translated on the patreon (free) has better translations but it only shows a few not all and I remember reading this one as one of the ones included.

Ivan (4) Although Ivan is mature for his age, he is the most childlike when he is with Till. (they fight a lot)

Hyuna (1) Hyuna is a child with gentle charisma. She has a high sense of responsibility, so she takes the lead as class president and takes the initiative in all activities. She does not hesitate to do good deeds, such as actively approaching children who do not fit in well with the Anakt Garden activities, and she is a role model for all children.

Hyuna (2) Hyuna, who loves singing, always sings in front of the children during compulsory playtime. Yesterday, she stood at the base of a tree and sang "Anakt's Lullaby" in an impromptu arrangement, and Hyuna's changed lullaby was popular at "Anakt Garden" for a while.

I've heard people theorize that Wiege is that lullaby.

Hyuna & Luka (3) Luka was hiding in a tree and looking at Hyuna, as if he wanted to play hide and seek with her. Hyuna saw Luka and invited him to play with her.

I usually format it based on whose referred to first but I actually cut off a part of it and its about how Hyuna is popular and then it mentions Luka and then I have no idea what's being said I'm using two different translator apps and they both don't make sense. Perhaps the idea is something like, 'the lonely child Luka, who also excels at Anakt Garden, even memorized her name.'

The translations it gives me call him an only kid, the best in Anakt Garden, and then continues with ", Is Hyuna" or "memorized her name" so above is my best guess tbh 😭 Reasoning? Since idk what they meant by only kid, since it mentioned in the beginning how Hyuna was popular, then if I compare then he was probably lonely (there is also art of him by a tree alone staring at Hyuna who is surrounded by many others), he was also good at his studies and so was Hyuna, and I added even to emphasize that ah Luka didn't really interact with people but Hyuna ended up catching his attention (thus he was staring at her).

Luka (1) Luka always practices until late at night. If there's even a singular thing he can't solve he immediately asks the teacher a question.

Luka (2) Luka won first place in the Anakt Garden singing contest! The children were moved to tears when they heard Luka's crying. The crying sound is clear and sweet, and moves the hearts of those who listen to it. There is a jinx that if you win first place in the Anakt Garden singing contest, you will win Alien Stage, and our teachers are expecting that Luka will win Alien Stage. It is so exciting to imagine Luka growing up day by day.

if I recall Hyuna was second

ooh thats scary the art. dude i didnt even realize there was someone behind him.. its luka whose holding up like a paper and theres two large hands on his shoulders and theres a person in black behind him but theyre so big you cant even see them just their arms and torso wtf 😭

Luka (3)

Luka complained of persistent headaches and hyperventilation during the night.

Physical examination results show abnormal blood flow and lack of oxygen in the body. There is a high possibility of congenital heart disease.

Luka's voice change begins. Intensive care is required to prevent damage to his crying(?) voice. Tea and nutritional supplements that are good for voice will be included in his diet.

one translation is 'crying voice' and the other just translates voice as crying

😭😭😭😭😭

also i cant be 100% sure the translation is right calling it congenital heart disease idk korean and the apps can be inaccurate so take it with a grain of salt

Luka (4) The end-of-month evaluation grades have dropped by 10 points compared to the previous month. Although it is a small drop, in order to prevent this, we plan to select excellent teachers from the Anakt Garden and provide intensive management. We also request periodic discipline at home to prevent Luka from being distracted.

i kind of hate luka but dude this is really making me feel bad for him holy shit 😭 wtf

now its i think graduating from anakt garden and writing messages to people um its a lot of text so idk how im gonna tackle this

MIZI

(two attempts at writing 'Mizi' are crossed out) Hello Mizi, (crossed out) Hello Mizi! You sing really well! If there is an angel, wouldn't it be right here? (crossed out)

I prepared a song for you (crossed out)

Thank you for giving me a recorder when I was little.

It's my only treasure (crossed out)

It's really sad that you're already graduating from Anakt Garden.

Actually, we could have become friends at any time, but I just didn't have time. (crossed out)

How are you. Hi. -Till- ---

What kind of place is the ocean?! I want to go play later too~~! ー????? IDK WHO THIS IS google registers it as jp characters and i think thats wrong so..ー

---

My dream, to Mizi Mizi the jellyfish girl (??) The day we were lying in the Anakt Garden meadow and looking at the stars together You became my dream. Is that why? The time I spent with you felt so precious to me. I have a lot of things I want to say. I feel complicated. (crossed out) I don't know what kind of world will unfold if I leave Anakt Garden, but I hope you will always live as green and free as the sea of summer. I believe this is Sua as there's a part mentioned earlier where Sua and Mizi liked watching the stars together and would sometimes fall asleep there instead of going back to their dorms (i did not mention this earlier thats my bad)

---

Mizi! It seems like you are a child who really loves singing. I am glad I was able to enter Anakt Garden with you and listen to your songs! I hope you will be successful after you graduate! -????-

the characters of the name are not even registered google keeps thinking its the letter m

---

You're so cute because you're quirky and lively! -?????-

---

Thank you for always greeting me brightly every morning. Thanks to your bright energy, Anakt Garden life (?) I think it was fun. Good luck for the preliminary round, and see you on stage. -Ivan-

(at good luck he said 'cheer up' or '힘내' which has like a lot of meaning to it and can be like 'hang in there' and is something Till taught him to do and I think he also said it to Till in an interview I think before their round happened, i just used good luck cause its easier to understand and cheer up in english doesnt have as much impact without that context)

yeah here and there was also the comic by what i meant him like learning it from till

---

.....i have to do this three more times........... hahahahaha hang in there me ....today i learned if you hold the button that takes a picture it will suddenly take multiple pictures of the exact same thing. 💀

---

♥️ SUA ♥️ MIZI (there are multiple hearts drawn over the page and MIZI is written next to SUA with a heart)

(mizi says a lot and as its handwriting its hard for the translation apps to decipher it from the image so bare with me for any errors)

Hello Sua! How are you? Did you know I would say that?? I can't believe you're already graduating, from Anakt Garden. Now that I'm asked to write something like this, I don't know what to write… If I had known this would happen, I would have taken the writing class harder! Then I could tell you everything I wanted to say!! Craft (this is scribbled out) Well I'll put all my memories in this letter ♥️ A moment I was thankful for Sua ♥️

Thank you for secretly eating cherry tomatoes for me when I was a kid and hated vegetables. Thanks for taking my prank well!

Now that I think about it, I think I played a lot. Thank you for helping me with my homework every day. Thank you for always listening to my worries Thank you for handing me a handkerchief when I was crying Thank you for silently comforting me when I failed my test

Thank you for always singing with me Thank you for appearing in my life I'll stop talking here, because we're always together! My dream. Sua, I love you!! -Mizi who loves you so so much-

GUYS IM GONNA CRY

---

I actually still like you. Even though you rejected me, can you think about it one more time? -???? no idea who this is-

dude can you read the room her girlfriend literally took over more than half the page 😭😭😭😭

---

I don't usually say this, but your voice is nice. I hope you do well in Alien Stage. -Till-

---

As an Oustanding Child, alongside you, I'm glad I was able to put my name on the list. I'm sorry we didn't talk much. You've always been an excellent kid, even (maybe 'when you're at') at Alien Stage(?? I can't tell) You'll get a good result. -Ivan-

---

IVAN

Hi! Ivan! I'm Mizi! You're handsome like a prince, you sing well, you study well… Why are you so perfect?! And Sua too… Are there only perfect kids around me!? By the way, I saw your stage costumes were all black a while ago, but I think you look better in white than black! How about wearing white on stage? I'm looking forward to a great performance! -Mizi-

NOT HIM DYING IN WHITE THOUGH. you know what. i bet. i bet he thought huh maybe till will think i look good in white. and then he wore white. AND THEN HE DIED

---

I don't know what to write because I don't remember talking. Take care. Bye. -Sua-

DAMN. girl you know on his stats in the art book he sees you as like a sister right 😭😭 (who am i kidding ive seen your stats too)

---

By the way, when is your birthday? I've never seen you have a birthday party. -just expect me not to include names of anyone not from main cast because I won't be able to tell if it's a mistranslation-

I just envied you so much. That's why I wanted to get close to you. -???-

Actually, I liked you, but we never talked to each other. Take care, goodbye -???-

---

Were you the one who stole the pencil back then? -Till-

😭😭😭 i think theres a note somewhere i dont think i read it in this one but in a previous alnst post about ivan stealing tills things and then returning them because he wanted praise or something

i cant recall if the pencil thing is related to him or if it mightve been related to mizi since sometimes the translation app gets pronouns wrong but i think there was a mention of a stolen pencil and it being returned to someone in here i just dont remember what page. dammit.

---

You are so perfect that it's hard to approach you.

-???-

---

TILL

Hi! Till! You're so good at singing and composing The lyrics and composition are so (she crossed out a word that looks similar to something she then says but I can't tell what it is) I'm so, so jealous of you for doing so well!! I often think of the song you sang at the Anakt Garden Song Contest Come to think of it, you got your ears pierced not too long ago, it looks really good on you! The guitar looked unique on the stage Are you taking it with you? For this performance I'm really looking forward to seeing your performance~!! Way to go! -Mizi-

---

When we were young, we fought a lot without thinking, but now that I'm older, I think I can be a better friend than you think. It seems like separation comes too quickly. I knew it wasn't useful, but I felt a little more intense with you. (crossed out) I hope you remember me. -Ivan-

---

I still remember you getting dizzy and falling over while headbanging at the Anakt Garden singing contest. It was really funny… -???-

---

I'm sure you're talented

-Acorn-

WAIT ACORN??

wait you can see part of the graduation messages on the patreon OH YEAH that was where i read the part of sua's and there was just this whole part blurred out (mizi to sua)

you know what im gonna ignore messages from anyone not of the main cast at this point idk why i did it for so long 😭

wait shit i forgot what i havent translated now 😭

---

Take care. See you on stage. -Sua-

---

IM DONE

OKAY

NO MORE

😭

[volturiprincess]

I Wanted To Be Yours

Alec Volturi x fem reader

Summary: You thought he felt the same but it turns out you were wrong, dead wrong. Warnings: Angst no comfort, Alec's thoughts are harsh (sorry) A/N: I started this in the summer, but at first it was going to be a happy version vs a sad version with the same concept of being up in a tree but l got a whole new vision for it. Ultimately I just pushed it to the side not thinking I liked the idea of this until I looked at it recently and got inspo for it. So moral of the story is if you start a WIP and then leave it alone for a bit it can later become something else. The inspiration for this was a cartoon (courtesy to my younger siblings, I had no choice but watch) where a family was up in a tree chilling and the song "Jugaste y Sufrí" by Eslabon Armado and "I wanna be yours" by Artic Monkey (a weirdo combo of inspiration for sure). Enjoy💙 Word Count: 3624

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Run

Run 

Run!

I move my legs as fast as I can to try to create as much distance between me and the castle. But my human legs can only take me so far, soon enough I'm running toward this grand tree. This tree is perfect to climb upon so I go to the nearest branch. I pull myself up and lean my back against the trunk while I pull my knees to my chest to wrap my arms around them. I closed my eyes as I felt silent hot tears roll down my cheeks. How could I be so stupid? Why did I think he was going to react the same way as I? The way he looked at me with disgust, as if I was not worth his attention or as if I was beneath him. I feel so embarrassed, what if what Master Marcus said about Alec and I is false? That we were supposed to be this fated pair, united by a bond grander than any other type of force in the world.

But why would I have to be here, this is not the life I wanted. I was happy with the life I had in my hometown, I might have not had much but it was home to me. It was suddenly disrupted when I met his eyes that day in the woods. I happened to be picking wood for my fireplace since the season was growing

cold. I had a good stack of twigs but I wanted a couple more for luck. If only I stayed content with what I already had because what happened next changed my life for the worst.

As I walked deeper into the woods I felt a fast cold swoosh behind me. I immediately halted my steps to quickly turn my head to the sudden movement. I was faced with nothing. Maybe it was just an animal running off to find some sort of warmth from the cold. Not wanting to find out the real truth, I keep on walking. I assure myself it's just an animal and I'm just being paranoid because I am alone in the woods. I heard some strange stories of people disappearing in the woods but it's just all rumor, nobody in the village has actually vanished. But rumors have to have come from somewhere.

This time instead of feeling the swoosh, I get this six sense of being watched. Never in the years of going into the woods alone have I gotten this sense of being watched until now. But who could it be? I'm so deep into the woods and the next village is so far away and even people from mine don't dare go deep into the woods like I do. I take a deep breath and continue my stroll to obtain my last piece of wood for my awaiting fire. I finally manage to find a good enough piece and start to walk back when I hear it.

“Stop”

I immediately froze, it was like an instinct or if someone spelled me with just one single word. I felt their presence behind me but the peculiar thing about this is I did not feel warmth from them, no I felt a harsh cold presence, it was colder than the already cold weather. His voice also sounded just as cold as his presence.

His movements were just as silent as the woods are currently. I was faced with eyes that were full of anger. Full of hatred, full of the worst emotions one can feel circled into one. I felt fear, pure fear, the type when you are aware you are facing death itself and there's no way to avoid it. Almost like you are destined to die at that moment. He didn't say any other words, we just stared at one another, no words spoken. I was too frightened to look away from the fear he might catch me off guard and harm me. Even if his stance was intimidating, I couldn't help but think how strikingly elegant he is. I had never seen such a dazzling man in my life, he was clean, well presented, and his posture was linear. 

But that could not stop me from fearing him, no matter how handsome he is, it does not cut the idea of how I could die at that moment. I was so locked in gaze with him that I failed to notice black smoke starting to surround me slowly. It was slowly circling closer to my head, I was about to move but I soon realised I could not. I couldn't feel my legs, my arms were not able to move either. What is this smoke doing to me? Is he doing this to me?

Before I could even conclude an answer for my questions, the smoke had enveloped me completely. When I finally woke up I was in a cell. The only source of light I had was a torch that was in front of my cell, it felt so cold in here. How did I even get here? All I remember was that man and then the smoke but that was all. Did he bring me here? Why would he? I don't know him and I have never seen him in my life. I want to go home. I felt the tears come down from panic and fear. What did I do to deserve this?

“I see you have finally woken up”

I looked up to try to find the source of his voice but I could not see him. I knew it was the same man from the woods because he had that cold tone. 

Mustering the courage to finally talk to him I finally speak but it comes out in a stuttering mess.“W-why d-did you br-bring m-me here?”

I cursed internally for sounding so weak currently but how can I not when I am in an unknown place and was brought here against my will. I have every right to be scared and maybe sound a bit pathetic. And to add to that I'm also cold, which results in me shivering and my words to stumble a bit. 

“I will have some of my companions take you to the Masters”

Masters? I don't think I like the sound of that, and why can't he take me to them, why does it have to be other people. What if they are scarier than him? Soon enough right outside my cell were two tall figures, they were so tall and menacing looking, especially the tallest one, he had muscles  that looked like they could crush me instantly. 

I backed into the corner of my cell trying to put as much distance as I can from them but that seems useless because I just cornered myself now. They open the door and they come closer to me, my lip trembling slightly as I feel that feeling of fear creep up again but more stronger now. The slightly shorter one reached for me.

“We won't hurt you”

I gulped as I heard him talk, it was so warm, the complete opposite of the other guy. I, with deep hesitation reached for his hand, he gently guided me out of the cell. 

“I am Demetri and the tall one is Felix, pleasure to meet you little flower”

I nodded as I introduced myself with a small voice, I felt so small being in between them, I was a little tree between two mountains. I was placed between them as Felix led the way and Demetri was behind me, I did feel somewhat safe with them but I still felt terrified. Halfway to our journey to who knows where Demetri offered me his coat, it fit me big but I started to warm up a bit.

We arrived at a large, pointed dome with pillars all around the room. In front of the room were three chairs, making them appear like thrones, in them sat three men. They were unmovable, motionless, almost as if they were statues. Maybe they are because I have never seen a human be so motionless. 

That resolution was quickly popped as the one in the middle gave me a fanged smile, I wanted to turn away and run back to where we came from but Demetri and Felix both were holding my arms now. 

I looked around the room and I could sense how the six of us are not alone, there are definitely more people in here that are hiding in the shadows. 

“So we finally meet the mate of one of our most powerful guards. What a delightful day it is.”

I gulped as the same man who gave me the eerie smile started to walk over to me. I shifted slightly in the guy's hands but they maintained their grip on me, it was not a tight grip but it was hard to move freely.

“Hello dear, may I see your hand?”

“Why?”

His face for a minute contoured to a bit of irritation but he masked it quickly with an amused look.

“Well you see little one, I am able to see every thought and memory you have ever had”

How is that even possible? I have heard of psychics in my town, my grandma was considered a witch in my village for the strange rituals she did in her little hut. She had the knowledge of what plants or oils worked for different cases. One time I had immense abdominal pain and she told me to drink some herb mixture she made and in a matter of days the pain went away. 

But how is it possible for one to see someone’s past thoughts or memories? I was never into supernatural things, sure I heard my fair share of legends but I never believed them. There was a weird feeling in the air, these ‘people’ did not look or acted normal.  I felt Demetri move my arm so the ‘mind reader’ could grab my hand. I soon faced all of my memories from childhood, to my teen years, to my now young adult years. I even heard every thought I had, some were harmless while others were….a bit inappropriate and private. 

The man finally let go of my hand and took a step back, he gave me a quick scan from my head to my feet and then did that fanged smile once again.

“My dear Demetri will you go fetch Alec, he will want to hear this”

Demetri let go of me and was gone, I was still being held by Felix as the room was once again in silence. The silence was scary, especially in a room where nobody was moving or blinking. Huh I just noticed that, nobody was blinking, there gazes either bored into myself or anywhere but me. Why am I still here? What are they planning on doing to me? Are they going to kill me? I haven't even done anything, I'm already missing my cozy little house. I'm picturing myself sitting by the fireplace while I am weaving baskets that I will use for the spring to pick up wildflowers. It was a simple life on my own but that did not bother me. Why did he have to show up and change it so suddenly?

As I came out of my cloud of thoughts I saw Demetri walking in with that same man from the woods, is that supposed to be Alec? That same man from the woods didn't even tell me his name, nor did the three men on their thrones. He avoided eye contact with me through the whole conversation, Aro, who I only found out his name when one of the other three men on the chairs called to him. I could only remember bits and parts of what was said but my faith was decided for me, I was to stay here for the rest of my life and soon enough I will become a vampire. 

The way my eyes snapped open when Aro revealed their real nature, I wanted to laugh from nervousness because there was no way such creatures existed. When he called upon an innocent guard and ripped his arm off revealing how there was no blood but like a crystal like texture inside I almost fainted. At that moment I wanted to cry, how can anything that is being said be real?

With time I started to grow comfortable in the castle, I mostly got along with Felix and Demetri. Jane, who I found out right away has a terrifying ability, has been cold with me. She gives me endless glares of wanting to kill me so I tend to be quiet and distant toward her unless she approaches me for some reason. Alec once in a while comes to me but it's never long enough to get to talk to him. I know nothing about him, I only know about his ability, that he has a twin sister, and…that is all actually. 

When winter became spring, I was finally able to go outside for a longer period of time without freezing. It was beautiful this time of the year, the flowers were blooming, the sun gave me warmth, and I could breath in the fresh air. Italy was truly a sight to see at this time of the year, I got to enjoy this new environment and see things I have never seen. Usually when I would go outside, a guard would have to accompany me. I mostly enjoyed when Felix or Demetri would join me because they made being outside enjoyable. But when it was another guard, I felt so tense and felt so uncomfortable. Alec has yet to come out with me, he's always busy with missions or other guard duties so I learned to not get my hopes up with him. 

That quickly changed when he surprised me by saying if I would like to join him outside for a walk. The walk with him felt…like we were the only people on this earth. He actually talked with me, that cold tone that he always had when he spoke was nowhere to be spotted. He spoke about his time here with the Volturi and about some of his missions, it was all so fascinating and it left me hanging on each word that spilled from his lips. We went back and forth asking each other questions, the energy between us just flowed naturally. So this is what it's like to be in a bond? Master Marcus mentioned to me about this bond I supposedly have with Alec, he said it's like two puzzle pieces connect perfectly. At the time I did not feel that with Alec but right now I did. 

We stopped at a little area in the gardens that had a stone bench, around the bench were blooming flowers of a variety of shades and forms. As we sat there we looked at one another in silence, it was not awkward or uncomfortable. It gave me a moment to admire how his face was twinkling, I never saw him in this light, I only saw the guards like this but not Alec’s yet. It suits him beautifully, he was made to be twinkling like this. 

“Does it hurt”

“What does?”

“The way you sparkle, does it not hurt? Or cause pain?”

He gave me a slight smile but it was very hard to notice it unless you lean in closely.

“No, I actually don't feel anything when my skin does that”

“Will I be able to do that?”

“Yes”

Once again we were in silence, a comfortable silence again. I saw how his eyes would give my lips quick glances and I would find myself doing that too but stop when I saw him leaning in. I felt my heart stop beating and my breath hitch. I didn't know what to do so I just leaned in and met his lips half way, they were cold but they were soft. It was a gentle, innocent kiss that made the world stop for a minute.

I felt his fingertips gently caress my cheek until he pulled away abruptly. My eyes opened lazily as my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Did I not do it right? He was my first so I was not even sure if what I was doing was correct. His once relaxed face turned cold once again, his face contoured to one of anger in a matter of seconds. He looked just like he did in the woods all those months ago. 

“Never do that again, you dare do something like that again human and I won't hesitate to have you in the cell”

My stomach dropped as I felt myself without even realizing getting up and making a run for it. Which is where I find myself currently, up in a tree, crying. Fresh new tears fell down as I finished recalling how I ended up here. How can someone flip sides in a matter of seconds and cause so much damage with one phrase? Human. That's what he called me. He’s been addressing me by my actual name, it gives me a warm feeling each time my name slips from his mouth. That was quickly discarded in a matter of seconds, everything that we built today was thrown out the window. 

He kissed me, why is he putting the blame on me? I thought he wanted that when he kept looking at me with that look. He was leading me on for sure, I even felt his cold touch on my cheek, he was hesitant but nevertheless he did it. How can that suddenly heartfelt moment turn into this so fast? I just wanted ... .to finally be his as I was destined to and yet this is what I get in return. Rejection and a life I never asked for.

Epilogue 

Alec POV

A human mate. How unfortunate of events this has become. And to think she will be turned and will have to be by my side for eternity. I am not looking forward to that, I want nothing to do with her. She is nothing compared to me, she's not fully one, she is half. And to think she thought she had a chance with me, how pathetic of her. The way she carried herself makes her look so weak and such a pity to look at. I distance myself from her because there is no way in hell I want to be near her. Her scent makes me want to drain her dry, mate or not, she is carrying my source of nutrition and I just want to keep my thirst down. That..intimate moment was so disturbing to me, I did not like how she was warm, it only tempted me more to drain her. Why did she think I would like such a thing, where in her little head did she think I would enjoy such an act? Have I by any means given a slight indication I wanted her to do that to me? I was so distant with her and avoided her by all means. 

The only reason I even went on that walk with her was because Demetri and Felix forced me too, they encouraged me to “get to know her more” and that she is a “lovely person”. I even heard them call her “little flower”, how truly foolish to call a mere human that. The way I had to pretend to get along with her made me actually sick to the stomach, I was given pointers on how to be ‘nice’. I had to be someone else just to make her comfortable. Why does she deserve such special privileges? I am one of the most feared beings but had to set that aside to accommodate a human.

I only talked with her just so this whole walk would end soon and she would stop giving me those eyes of hope. Everytime I would walk by her or by some chance I had to go to my now “shared chambers” to grab something she would give me those eyes of wanting me to do or say something to her. It infuriated me, I felt every inch of my body burn with anger and hatred for her. All humans are good for is to stop the burning in my throat. 

I never wanted a mate, I was content with the life I had with my sister and my place here in Volterra with the Volturi. Why does such inconvenience have to exist? Why do mates have to exist? This whole ordeal is making my already good life so uncomfortable, Master Marcus already gives me endless talks about this bond, he even brings up his late wife. I do feel sympathy for him in that aspect but look what happened to him now, he’s barely a living being. Barely walking amongst us as an immortal being, barely acknowledging his existence or surroundings. I would rather die than for a situation like that to happen to me. 

I don't care if I'm hurting her feelings or that I am not trying to seal the bond, I want nothing from this. If she’s such a good human why don't Demetri and Felix keep her? Yes that works for me, that way she is not my problem to deal with. In this life, we don't want our other half, in this life we don't need our mates, in this life it can be rejected. I wish I left her to die in my smoke in the woods instead of bringing her back here. 

[doomed2repeat]

I’m done with ship wars, my actual enemies are the hair team that put Luke in those awful wigs, and those bitches who keep posting Botox and Lip filler rumors about him. Like it pisses me off BAD. I’m sorry you didn’t pay attention to this man until he was the lead, but his lips have always looked like that, a lip flip does NOT work that way, and his forehead has wrinkles. It was disgusting the way people have bullied Luke for his looks, and it’s even worse now that they push this lie about him for clicks.

So for reference:

Luke when he was cast:

Luke in Bridgerton vs the Lodge

Luke in S1 Presentation scene vs S3 wedding scene

Luke’s wrinkly forehead and emotive face:

And an example of how his top lip disappears when he smiles, which is NOT something that happens with a lip flip:

The lip flip allegations are an especially egregious example of repeating something they know nothing about because a lie is more fun than the truth. A lip flip is specifically done to prevent your lip from thinning when you smile. Luke’s lip thinning out when he smiles is a consistent feature of his since childhood. His lips simply haven’t been touched.

Sorry he’s not a crusty man with no lips like y’all apparently need him to be to believe him in a period piece, but his lips aren’t even big enough for people to be acting this way, I’m sorry. He gained a little weight in his face in S2 which unleashed a wave of hate for him and threw people off, but when he lost it he looked just like he did in S1, just slightly more mature, but his face was always like this and he was always hot, in S1,2 and 3.

I would say I hope karma finds the people who keep pushing this, but Luke just starred in a hugely successful season of a hit tv show and they’re at home making tiktoks complaining that he’s too hot to be real. Karma already handled it.