Idk if you still want to do the spotify wrapped thing but if so: number 56
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Send me a number from 1 to 100 and I'll write a drabble based on my Spotify Wrapped playlist - Accepting!
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Number 56: The other side - Hugh Jackman, Zac Efron (The Greatest Showman Soundtrack)
Freaks, they called them. Him.
Abomination. Aberration. Monster. There were innumerous names to pick.
But Matthew had never seen sense in any of them. From the first time he saw him, he was transfixed, breathless. He had never seen a more beautiful creature in the whole wide world, and he had travelled many places before.
Sure, the performers of the circus were all amazing and unique - Matthew didn't understand why any of them were mistreated either - but to him their ringleader completely stole the show.
He was ethereal and captivating, shadows and light, the darkness of night lit from inside by the warmest gold. He couldn't look away, and almost whined every time he stepped out the stage to give place to one of his acts.
His limbs were long and his movements gracious, his voice was deep and smooth, his smile invited them to mischief and amazement - two of Matthew's favourite things - and his eyes... His eyes sent shivers down his spine every time their looks met.
Or at least Matthew thought they were meeting, but it could just be his wishful thinking
Many and many times now he had snuck away from home to come watch the show and he couldn't get enough of it. Every day there was a different act, a different trick, a different line, or a different quip from the ringleader. It was intoxicating, and he had always been too weak to resist the call of things he shouldn't mess with.
He had started coming up with plans, ways he could approach the ringleader - James Herondale, even his name was like a poem - and start a conversation, praise him and the show, maybe invite him for some drinks. But so far all his planning had stayed inside his head. He just couldn't figure out when best to approach the other. He didn't want to disturb him before or during the show when he was preparing and working, and the couple of times he had gone behind stage after the performances he had been nowhere to be seen and when one of the performers called out to him he had run away like a deer in headlights. He couldn't escape his duties on the times when he knew the circus was practicing, and he didn't know where or when else to look for him.
So when the ethereal ringleader pushed through the doors of Matthew's favourite pub one night and then walked straight up to him, he didn't know how to act. He had forgotten how to speak, or think, or even breathe, it seemed, with the other's presence so close to him.
When he took the stool next to him, smiled and said "I have an offer for you", it took everything in Matthew's power not to blurt out yes right there on the spot.
But no. He was Matthew Fairchild. His family had a reputation to uphold, no matter how ready Matthew was to throw it away for a pair of liquid-honey eyes.
He put on a smile himself. He was good at that, if at nothing else, smiling and being charming. It was the least - and often times most - that was expected of him.
"What kind of offer, Mr. Herondale? It must be very important if you went through the trouble of coming all the way here for little old me."
"Little old you that just so happens to be the son of Prime Minister Fairchild? She approved my license to run the circus, you know? I am very grateful to her, but that's not why I came here. And the offer I want to propose is more of a... partnership."
Matthew's heart skipped a beat due to his overactive imagination and he forced himself to calm down.
"What kind of partnership, Mr. Herondale?"
"Just James, please. And the kind where I give my most loyal and special customer a chance to be part of it all - the magic, the song, the wonder. Your eyes watching us are so fierce and passionate, wouldn't you love to ditch the stands and be right in the middle of the dream, yourself?"
Matthew licked his lips. Yes, that was all he wanted, even beyond James himself, he loved the colour and the passion of the spectacle, and the heart they all put into it and the strength they showed in front of adversity. But...
"I am afraid I have to decline, Mr. Herondale, I have a responsibility towards my family." He couldn't even begin to think about the scandal if the son of the prime minister got involved with the circus like that, specially that particular one. His whole family would be on disrepair, his mom's competence and standing would be questioned.
"James." The other reminded him. "And a responsibility to what? To show up to endless dinners and fundraisings and pretend to be interested in their vile words while being miserable for the rest of your life?"
Matthew gulped. How did he know him so well when they had never even met aside from the distance between the stands and the stage?
"I am not miserable! And I am proud to help my family."
"Oh yeah? Is that why you are sitting here drinking instead of being at the fundraising gala for the opera tonight?"
Touché. Matthew feigned an affronted sniffle.
"I am planning to arrive fashionably late. It's one of my signature moves."
"Or is it your signature because you don't want to be there so you are always late?"
Touché again.
"Who came first, the chicken or the egg? Guess we will never know."
"Oh, I know. I see it in your eyes piercing mine every presentation. Your soul longs to be free, and that's what I'm offering you: freedom, laugh, life. Become my partner and all of it could be yours."
He painted such a beautiful picture, it made Matthew's soul ache. He licked his lips.
"And what do you gain from it? A partnership goes both ways."
James smiled. "I could use a sponsor."
Matthew's heart promptly fell down to the floor and sank to the center of the Earth, his fingers tightened around the glass. Oh, that's right. He should have known.
"So this is all about money?" Of course it was all about money, that was the other piece of the pie of all he was good for.
"Not for one minute."
James' voice was so serious and deep it made Matthew shiver and look back up, and before he knew it James had taken his hand from where it had bunched against his slacks and was holding it tight. Eyes like the heart of a furnace boring through him.
"Money is what the circus needs, because it always does, but it's not at all why I'm here, and I'm sorry if my jest offended you. But all I'm interested in, all I really want, is you."
It seemed like the furnace in James' eyes had passed straight through Matthew's chest. He felt hot, and short of breath, and like every coherent thought had melted out of his ears.
"I... What... do you mean?"
"Should I spell it out?" James asked, all the theatricality of his profession showing in his giving a quick look around before removing the top hat from his head and holding it in front of their faces.
And there, barely hid from the other patrons by a circle of dark silk, James kissed him.
Matthew gasped and pushed back against his lips, but before he could get more than a taste of it, the other was pulling away, top hat securely back on his head.
"This is what I mean. And much more. A partnership, like I said, in all meanings of the word. It's yours if you want it. I'm yours, if you'll have me."
The click of a key turning in a lock. And all Matthew could say was:
"Yes."
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Encanto x The Greatest Showman
Okay so let me explain…
After Antonio’s Gift Ceremony and Mirabel tried to tell Alma about the cracks they get into a nasty fight and Mirabel runs off into the night.
She actually leaves! She decides she can’t take it anymore and leaves the Encanto. She ends up in Medellín, completely surrounded by new concepts everywhere! Soon she sees a poster for a circus that is in town. Bailey Circus, is the name.
She decides that she wants to see what the fuss is all about and why people are so excited about this circus and uses the little money she has to buy a ticket. It seems simply enough, a red and white striped tent with a few rows of seats in the inside.
What she didn’t know was that the real magic hadn’t started yet.
Performers started leaping out onto the…stage? Mirabel couldn’t find it in herself to care if that was the wrong term. There was a flying trapeze act, a tightrope, animals jumping through rings of fire.
Mirabel she saw a woman with a beard at one point, but everyone was thrilled when she danced around their seats, no one hurled insults at her but instead cheered, Mirabel followed in their lead, truly amazed by her singing and dancing.
Who really held Mirabel’s attention though was the ring master. A man in a long red coat, black top hat, and cane. He seemed to have curly black hair that fell to his shoulders, Mirabel couldn’t see much of his face however since he used the lighting and his hat to hide his appearance.
He only took his hat off once he reached the end of the stage-arena…thing. Mirabel couldn’t bring herself to truly care what it was called as the ring leader whipped around, letting the other half of the crowd see his face…and his glowing green eyes
Tío Bruno?
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