#but i wrote this in a rush cuz i wanted to continue watching the episode LOLLLL

[melting-morning-blues]

SORRY ALL BUT I HATE AMATSU GAI SM. IK HE GOT SOME REDEMPTION ARC BUT PERSONALLY HE’S IRREDEEMABLE CUZ HE KEEPS PSYCHOLOGICALLY TORMENTING THE CHARACTERS AND HE WASB’T EVEN SORRY OR SYMPATHETIC ABOUT IT. LIKE. IF THERE’S ONE CHARACTER I’D CHARGE AT WITH A BASEBALL BAT, IT’S HIM

REAL FUWA!! BEAT HIS ASS UP!!!!

[allisonxmoynihan]

illicit affairs ~ a. turcotte

Requested: yes | no

Song: this series is loosely inspired on Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift (you can listen here!) 

Note: okay this is my first time writing in months and i’m kind of scared about it, but please let me know your thoughts, opinions, feedback, whatever! Special thanks to @hockeyhughes11​ for helping me with this and reading it as I wrote, you rock!

Word Count: 2663

“y/n,” his shaky voice whispers hoarsely on the other side of the phone.

“Hey superstar!” you cheer, an inevitable smile fluttering across your lips, as you turn the tv off so you could hear him better, pressing the phone firmly against your ear as if not to miss a thing he says.

You hear a faint scoff in the background, “wanna come over?” he slurs, sending the butterflies racing in your stomach like the low hum of his voice always did.

You slowly release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, “not celebrating the big win with the boys? 3 goals and 2 assists and the superstar doesn’t want to party?” You joke with him while scrambling around your apartment searching for your sneakers and hunting for your keys.

You sense him smiling on the other line, “I got other things to attend to tonight, you know that,”

You feel your face grow hot as your breath hitches, “c’mon y/n, i’m dying to see you…” 

~*~

Work was an absolute blur, the grouchy morning rush of commuters flooded the coffee shop and it was nonstop brewing coffee and preparing breakfast sandwiches before they ran out the door to catch a train. You were thankful for the mid morning slump; middle aged women occupying tables and catching up on neighborhood gossip and reminiscing about their sorority days.

You look up from wiping down the espresso machine to see two boys, about your age, standing on the other side of the counter, wide smiles on their faces as they laughed with each other while sneaking glances at the menu.

“Hi, welcome to Aroma Mocha Cafe! What can I get started for you today?” You exclaim, a forced smile overtaking your face.

The dark haired boy steps forward, “hey, can I please get uhhh…” his voice trails off as he looks up at the menu before he looks back down, “uhh, the seasonal iced coffee?”

You smile, “sure thing, our seasonal flavors are lavender vanilla or salted caramel, which one can I get for you?” 

You watch his face as he contemplates which one, “oh, you can’t go wrong with salted caramel!”

“Alright, your total today is going to be $2.57,” The boy quickly takes out a $5 bill and instructs you to keep the change before moving over to the pick-up counter.

As you’re preparing the two drinks for the boys you can’t help but overhear the small fragments of their conversation you can make out.

“Bro, c’mon, just ask for her number,”

“Trev, I said no.”

“You’ve been…. All… you… Alex”

“No”

“I will then”

You put the drinks down in front of them, “enjoy! Napkins and straws are straight ahead by the door,”

As you’re cleaning up your station, the dark haired boy comes back up to the counter and you feel his eyes on you before you look up and smile, “can I get you anything else? Our seasonal scones pair nicely with the coffee,”

“I’m Alex,” he says awkwardly, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.

You nod slowly, “that’s nice…”

“We should get dinner one day,” he suggests, and when he’s met with your silence and a blank stare he adds, “you know, cuz you’re cool.”

“Oh, um, thanks, but I really can’t,”

Alex nods, looking at the pastry display case for a few minutes, “well can I at least get your number?”

You notice a group of moms, the weekly book club group, walk in the door and head up to the counter. “Alex, I’m really sorry, but it just can’t happen,”

Alex nods, looking back up at the menu, “so, uh, how long you work here?”

One of the book club moms offers you a sympathetic smile as she turns to talk with one of her friends, “Alex, I’m sorry, but we have a lot of customers right now, so if you’re not go-”

“What, am I not a customer?” he interrupts, and you breathe out heavily in annoyance.

“What can I get for you?”

“A date,” he offers with a shy, boyish smile, his dimples becoming apparent.

You sigh, scribbling your number down on a piece of paper, “fine, but only because I want you to leave me alone.”

~*~

Cold, faint rain ricocheted off of the windows of your bedroom as you crawl onto Alex’s lap, his lips nipping at your neck bound to leave marks that you’d have to figure out how to cover the next day. 

His hands slide underneath your sweater and rest gently on your hip, “no one’s home, right?” he whispers, his lips vibrating against your skin.

You rest your hands on his bare chest, feeling his heart pound against the skin, “we’re all alone baby,” you murmur, pressing your lips to his once again.

He effortlessly lifts you up and lays you down on your bed, suddenly towering over you, “you know i scored the game winning goal today” He smiles cockily.

You look into his dark brown eyes, feeling a blush creep over you, “oh and how should we celebrate, superstar?”

He chuckles softly before leaning down and kissing down your jaw, slowly removing your shirt from your body, “i got a few ideas in mind,”

Within seconds he’s on top of you, one hand kneading your breasts, the other slipping underneath your leggings and collecting your wetness. 

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asks, sliding your leggings and panties down your legs as your legs fall open for him and he begins to kiss down your abdomen.

You writhe underneath him and let out a gasp as his tongue licks up your folds. You run your hand through his luscious locks as he picks up his pace and begins to work at your clit. You buck your hips up as you moan out with pleasure.

“So good for me you pretty girl,” he grumbles against your dripping pussy, slipping three fingers into you, his calloused fingers pumping in and out of you. You felt a knot forming in your stomach and knew you were close.

“Alex, please, faster,” you moan, only alex lifts his head and kisses back up your torso before placing a sloppy kiss to your lips, sucking on his fingers. 

“I want you babygirl,” he mumbles as your hands fumble with the zipper on his jeans, helping him slide out of his boxers. Without any warning alex pushes into you, his thrusts harsh and fast. The room is filled with the sound of both your moans, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier. And when you both reach out your highs he slows his pace to drag out your orgasm, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he hums, sliding off the bed and redressing before looking over at the clock.

You suddenly feel vulnerable and exposed, bringing your blanket up to cover yourself as Alex approaches the door, “I’ll be seeing you princess,”

You wave sheepishly at the closed bedroom door that he just escaped behind, sighing at how foolish you are, how you would consistently drop everything to be there for him. You think back to the hundreds of other nights spent like this, the two of you having your moment, and him bolting as soon as he decides it’s over leaving no trace behind. 

You sit in your dark room, convinced alex does love you deep down, that he’s different and not the kind of guy that shows up on your doorstep just for sex. But you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that sometimes, you felt as if you were a pawn in his game. 

You think back to your first “date” with him, how you were defiant and didn’t want to go, but how 10 minutes quickly turned into an hour and that hour was suddenly six. He made you feel special, like you were on top of the world, like you could be something more than just a barista in a busy city. You reminisce about the time you and alex once dreamt up a future together: a small cottage in minnesota, three kids running wild in the yard after a long day at the beach. You wipe away tears that happen to fall as you realize what you’ve been trying to fight for months: you were in love with him, and you could only hope that you actually meant something to him.

~*~

The crackling noise of the firewood and the light tunes of your favorite band filled your living room where you and your best friends sat binge watching the latest reality tv episode. You lean forward to grab an oreo off the plate on the coffee table, breaking it in half and eating the side without cream first.

“You know the guy I matched with on tinder the other night?” maddie asks, taking her phone out. You and christine hum in unison.

“So, i was curious and went to look at his instagram, and…” her voice trails off as she scrolls through her phone’s home screen, “here i’ll just show you.” 

You lean back on the sofa, running your hands through your hair, “how bad is it?”

“You really gotta get better taste, if i see one more picture of a guy holding a fish i’m going to lose it,” Christine laughs, grabbing an oreo for herself.

“Oh shit,” maddie whispers

“What?” you and christine ask impatiently

“Hey, uh, y/n, isn’t this the guy from the coffee shop? Mr. I want a date and I refuse to leave this shop until I get your number?” she laughs, and you instantly reach to take her phone from her hands desperate for any opportunity to see him, but when you see the picture your face falls and you can feel the color drain. “It was on my explore page…” maddie adds, reaching for her phone but you turn away continuing to look down at the screen.

There he was. Your superstar. Wide grin, dimples present, his hair still wet and curling loosely at the ends, his button down shirt wrinkled and exposing his upper chest. His arm wrapped tightly around a girl’s tiny waist, her pressing her lips firmly against his cheek, cupping his face in her perfect hands. 

You swallow the lump that formed in your throat, scoffing as you toss maddie her phone back, “so? He was just a normal customer, never even took me on that date he insisted on” you lie, turning your attention back to the tv.

Your mind is racing and the conversation between the other girls is drowned out by the flood of thoughts running through your mind. Alex was so much more than just the coffee shop boy, he meant everything to you, he was the only person that could make you feel whole and complete. You hated being a secret to him especially when he consumed every single one of your thoughts, you wished you could be the girl that meant something to him, the one to wear his jerseys at his games as you cheer him on, the one who goes out with his teammates after a big win, the one who gets to go home with him for the holidays to meet his family and fall in love with them for raising the man of your dreams. But you weren’t that girl. You weren’t her and you never would be her.

Later that night you go to alex’s instagram, and it’s as if you got fifty punches right to the gut all over again. Alex was happy with her. Hannah. That was her name. Alex was happy with hannah. You continue to scroll down his page and see that hannah first appeared on his page six months ago. The two of them pressed up against each other in the dim light of a bar, him leaning down and kissing her cheek. You laugh sadly at how stupid you were thinking that what you had with him was real and that you were anything more than someone to help fill a void. Your phone lights up with an incoming call, alex’s name appearing.

“Hey superstar!” you cheer, forcing a smile.

“Hey you,” he grins, “i was just thinking about you actually, can i come over?”

You say yes without hesitation, and that’s when you realize that you would continue ruining yourself for his sake as long as it meant he was going to stay in your life. You’d do anything to make him stay.

~*~

Work was a hassle, the coffee shop getting slammed with the drop of the holiday drinks, the city streets constantly bustling with tourists and holiday shoppers trying to find the best deals. You were excited to finally have a weekend off to just relax and have no worries. You approach your apartment door and smell the savory aroma of food cooking, and you're confused since you live alone.

You cautiously push open the door, peeking into the kitchen as a smile blossoms on your face. “Alex!” you cheer, running up to hug him as he peppers your face with kisses. 

You pull away from him, setting your bag on the kitchen table, “what are you doing here?”

He turns his attention back to the stove, “well, i know you’ve been stressed with work and school lately, so I thought i’d do something nice for you,”

Your heart swells and you begin to feel all warm and fuzzy, “i don’t deserve you,” 

He laughs, “go change and get comfy, dinner will be ready soon. It’s your favorite and I also brought your favorite movies.”

You smile to yourself as you walk into your bedroom, putting on your pajamas and walking back out to see alex has prepared two identical plates, “ready?” he asks, a boyish smile on his face.

The night is filled with the two of you snuggled into each other’s sides on the couch, laughing at all the same parts of the movies, crying at other parts, making jokes here and there, and planning a getaway trip to a small coastal town. After three movies, and the sun long gone, the soft beat of his heart begins to lull you to sleep.

“You sleepy princess?” he asks softly, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your bed.

You’re half asleep as he tucks you in and presses a kiss to your forehead, “sleep well baby”

You reach your arms out for him, “you’re not going to stay with me tonight?” your voice is sad, not wanting this picture perfect night to end.

You hear him laugh as he runs his finger up and down your hand, pressing a light kiss to the top of it, “not tonight princess, i’ll call you tomorrow though.”

“Promise?”

“I cross my heart and hope to die,”

“Good,” you mumble, turning over and getting comfortable.

There’s a long silence and you know he’s still in the room since the hallway light is peeking into your room. And you can’t help but fall asleep happy, thinking that life is finally going right and you have the best guy by your side.

“I love you…” 

You hear the floorboards shift under his weight and just like that he’s escaped into the abyss of the night, just like he always does. 

~*~

“So you coming over or what?” he repeats, a harsh undertone suddenly appearing.

You smile, impatiently pressing the elevator button over and over again because it never seems to come quick enough, “uh, yeah, yeah, I’m on my way. I was thinking, we could maybe watch that movie you were talking ab-”

His deep voice cuts you off, his usually kind and patient tone now stern, “we need to talk.”

You stare at your reflection in the elevator door as your face falls, trying to fight the inevitable tears that spring to your eyes, and you just know tonight isn’t going to be like the others.

[cl-babydew]

20.) “I’ll protect you no matter what...even if it kills me.” Debbigail

This was requested by @cartoonromantic(Wattpad). This ones a bit short compared to the others, but I think it came out pretty good! This one may or may not seem familiar to you guys. This is an old fic I wrote on here, but I chose to rewrite it cuz the sentence fit well! Plus it needed a touch up! XD Hope you all enjoy!

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Why did this have to happen?...

Now of all days?!

Last thing the two teen ducks knew contained them walking to an ice cream parlor with Louie, Huey, Lena, and Violet. Of course now of all days he and Webby would be tied upside down in an abandoned house with the Beagle Boys. They just never had good timing, did they? He should really get them a watch or something, but that’s besides his worries at the moment.

Blood continued to rush to their heads as they swung 10 feet above sold concrete. He wasn’t entirely worried, not only did he have a warrior by his side, but normally these chums were easy to get past. Hint...normally. Today they seemed a bit off. Some might’ve assumed it was because they weren’t really sure which set of beagles were with them; the three silhouettes lingering in the shadows. Even knowing this knowledge, Dewey’s confidence did not falter.

“We got this, Webby! We’ll get loose and show these no good for nothing puppies who’s boss!” He spat, his grin growing to the point a few teeth could be seen. His hands began to squirm, the movements causing them to sway a bit more than they already were. The blue triplet’s tongue stuck out in concentration while his face was painted over with determination.

His struggling came to an abrupt halt as he felt a warm hand clutch onto his cold one, tightly at that. “Webby?” Before he could voice his worry, the reasoning behind her action stepped into the light. All the color that once filled his face, drained, causing him to look paler then normal.

These weren’t their ordinary Beagle Boys. The originals couldn’t even hold a candle to them. They stood basking in the light’s glare, smirking smugly with a look of hunger in their eyes. A hunger for blood. Their blood.

Dewey yelped, squeezing Webby’s sweaty hand back in response to earlier, “The Tumblebums!” It’s no wonder his best friend’s been so uncharacteristically quiet.

He gulped, bitting on the inside of his cheek, hoping to hold enough confidence for the both of them. It was easier said than done if he were being totally honest. But he couldn’t let fear override him, for Webbys sake! He wouldn’t. He’ll be strong for the both of them.

His thoughts were interrupted by an earthquake vibrating his back. He pried his eyes away from the silent beagles. Dewey tried his best to look over his shoulder at his best friend, failing from the angle she was facing. He stubbornly settled on looking at the back of her head, harshly fidgeting along with the rest of her jolts. Worry began to bubble in the pit of his stomach. This seemed all too familiar to him. She was having a panic attack. Oh no...Why here?! Why now?! This is bad, this is-

“Hahahahaheeeeeehaaa..”

His head whipped around to the spine crumbling sound, sending shivers throughout his body. The laughed pierced through him, and if he were feeling this shaken up by their laughs alone, he doesn’t want to imagine how bad it might be for Webby. The poor girl continued to shake and hyperventilate. Her breathing was sharp and staggering by the minute against his back. Gosh he hated this. He wanted to envelope her in his arms.

“Dang ropes! Curse these creepy clown wannabes!”

His teeth gritted against the other, his free hand’s fist gripping tightly as it begun to tingle. He’s pretty sure he was seething at this point; the pot in his belly being close to overflowing. Past his fury, deep down he wished the beagles decided to stay quiet, they were surprisingly less scary that way. He also wished they haven’t even ended up in this situation in the first place. Oh did that ice cream sound pretty good right about now, it would do wonders in cooling that flame of his down. Guess he’ll settle for the cool wind lightly bristling against his forehead, sweeping his now messed up zoosh. They were going to pay! For his hair, and for scarring his best friend. They picked with the wrong duck.

But before he did anything, he needed to think, and in order to think straight, he needed to calm down. Also easier said than done. The blue duck closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths to calm himself. In...out...in...out...in- One of his lids happened to peak; he held the breath he currently took. One of the creepy clowns were right in his face. He could’ve sworn they were standing 10 feet away from him two minutes ago! He bit on the inside of his cheek nervously; his own breaths threatening to frizzle. “No!” His eyes snapped closed once more.

“For Webby; think Dewey! Don’t let them get in your head! For Webby’s sake! Think like you never thunk before!” He chewed back a whimper, “Please...just this once, brain?”

He just needed to focus..yea. He took another breath, allowing him to focus on the girls breathing. Did...did she get worse?! How come he didn’t notice?! He’s literally tied against her, how- “DEWEY!” He screamed at himself. This was no time to panic. Allowing his thoughts to settle on Webby only seemed to make things worse.

The boy paused after a bit of silence. He didn’t feel any presence anymore. That was...strange. Swallowing down fear wanting to leak through, he took the leap, his eyes snapping open...no one was there.

“What?...”

The room’s silence filled with high pitched sobs. His ears perked up, knowing all too well where they were coming from. His beak’s frown fell further. He wanted to cry along with her, but he knew he couldn’t. He can’t! He was their only hope out of here...he grimaced...oh boy, they were going to die here.

He shook his head, which stopped as soon as it began, “Wait...” his thoughts started to scramble around, “Why were they sent here if all they were going to do was stare and leave?!” His anxiety shot up, keeping him at alert as he bit down on his bottom beak. He really hoped they were gone, and for a while. He needed to think of a way out of these ropes. How long have they been hanging upside- wait a minute...why did the room look up right again? Did they?...NOOOOO! Of course not! They most likely tapped everything to the ceiling to make it look like they were facing up right again so they would lose their insanity quicker and break.

“Jokes on them because-“ yea...yea thinking about that now...he’s stupid. Sadly huffing out much needed air -they must’ve set them up right-,Dewey finally concluded. But why? He truly didn’t care, all he wanted was to get out of here, and that they’ll do! Well...he’ll do.

Dewey glanced back over to the girl, she seemed to have calmed down... “Hey Webs?”...

No reply. Holding back his pulse, he repeated, wincing at his voice cracking. Betrayal...utter betrayal.

Still nothing from the girl. His heart dropped all the way down to his webbed feet. No no no no- “Webby!? Webby, are you okay?! Webs!”

He hated this! He hated this! He hated this! He couldn’t see her face! Was she even alive?! “Don’t think such things! Check to see if she’s breathing first, you idiot!”

The teen duck held his breath, relying on their connected backs to pick up on her breathing. It took a lot in him to focus and not fall into a complete spiral, but thankfully after a few beats of his own heart, he felt her back rise and fall soothingly compared to earlier. The smile that graced his beak seconds prior, faded, “She must’ve knocked herself out after that episode she was having.” He mumbled to no one in particular. At least she was resting now; she deserved it after what she just went through.

Dewey turned away from her sagging head, taking in a refreshing breath of cool air. The frown he’s been carrying formed into a determined quirk, eyebrows knitted. He spoke up into the night, hoping his soft and comforting voice would reach her even in her current state, “Don’t worry, Webs; I’ll get us both out of here, you’ll see. I’ll protect you no matter what...even if it kills me. Just rest up, okay? You can trust me. Oh and if you can hear me, happy birthday.”

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Who says that a oneshot needs to have a satisfying ending? Or that it needed to be long? >X3 Writing gives me too much power, I’m sorry! To calm your nerves tho, they did get back home safely, and Webby is fine! No one messes with Donald’s babies! XD Unless...ya know..you rather think on the darker side... Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed! Bye!

[sueboohscorner]

#Reign - Season 4 Ep. 13 - "Coup de Grace"

Yes, there's news in France and England but in Scotland, Mary's enemies are closing in!  John Knox has Darnley wrapped around his little finger with the promise of power and has paid off the privy council to Darnley's side as well.  The pieces are almost in place to strip Mary of her power and grant Lord Darnley the crown matrimonial.  Knox tells Darnley that once he has the crown matrimonial and Mary is gone, Darnley will be Scotland's king.  

But, as the men plot and plan, they have forgotten one important thing - you should never underestimate Mary.  She learns of the alliance between her husband and John Knox and has a plan of her own.  It's time to announce her pregnancy and, much to Darnley's surprise, she proclaims it to the entire Scottish court!  It's an ingenious plan and it works perfectly!  An heir with a legitimate blood claim to the throne in Scotland and England! The nobles are thrilled about an heir and Darnley loves the attention that comes with impending fatherhood.  But Knox is livid!  He has to make Darnley see that, now more than ever, their plan has to move forward! 

Rizzio informs Mary that the announcement of an heir was a success and she has won the nobles's allegiance. Well, all except one, the Lord Treasurer. Mary asks him to check the books to see if there is anything that they can use to "convince" him to support Mary. Rizzio agrees, of course.  Mary tells Rizzio how much his friendship means to her and that she treasures him. Rizzio's investigation proves that the Treasurer has indeed been skimming funds but when confronted by Mary, he refuses to be intimidated.  Rizzio has another trick up his sleeve. He confronts the Lord Treasurer and threatens to "out" him.  You see, Rizzio knows that the Lord Treasurer prefers men because Rizzio does too.  The threat of being outed is enough to force the treasurer to side with Mary.  

Konx is enraged that Mary has, once again, outwitted he and Darnley.  He tells Darnley that Mary must die.  Lord Darnley doesn't want her dead and suggests that all they need to do is accuse Mary of having an affair with Lord Bothwell.  All they need to do is catch the two of them together. Mary will have no choice to abdicate her throne.  She'll be imprisoned or banished and Darnley will be king.  

Bothwell and Rizzio have gotten wind of the plan and rush to Mary's chambers.  Darnley is coming to destroy her. Mary pushes Bothwell out of her chambers through a secret passage and she and Rizzio sit by the fire as if they have been playing cards all evening.  Darnley and his mob, including the Lord Treasurer, are not pleased to find only Rizzio and Darnley demands to see Bothwell.  Mary accuses the men of treason but the men won't be stopped. Mary may not have been found with Bothwell, but she is alone in her chambers with Rizzio and that will have to do. Mary is restrained by Darnley as she is forced to watch the mob murder Rizzio - her best friend!  

Mary is devastated by Rizzio's death but she can't afford to let her grief control her.  She must keep a clear head and come up with a plan.  She will not let anyone take her throne!  Feigning a problem with the baby, she calls for Lord Darnley.  Darnley rushes to Mary's side. Mary convinces her not-so-bright King Consort that he is not safe from the nobles. Does he really believe that the Scottish Lords will let an Englishman stay on the throne in Scotland?  No, they will kill him.  Darnley believes her and the pair flee the castle on horseback.  Halfway into their journey, Darnley knows that he's also a dead man if Bothwell finds him.  He rides off to hide and leaves Mary to continue on her own. Seriously, he leaves his pregnant wife alone in the woods? Of course, Mary can take care of herself and reaches Bothwell at a safe house.  Bothwell has men at the ready to take back the castle. Mary is furious and intends to kill all of the men in her home who think they can take her crown!  Go Mary!!! 

In France, Henri overhears a conversation between Catherine and Narcisse in which Narcisse tells Catherine how annoying it is spending time with Nicole and how he hates pretending to be in love with her.  Henri heads right to Nicole and he manages to plant a seed of doubt in Nicole's mind whether Narcisse truly loves her.  She places a gift for Narcisse in his chambers and she and Henri hide and wait for Narcisse to return to his room.  

Moments later, Catherine and Narcisse enter the room and Stephan finds the gift from Nicole. He is annoyed by yet another gift and Nicole overhears him telling Catherine that it is exactly as Henri said, Narcisse does not love her.  To make matters worse, Nicole sees Catherine and Narcisse rekindling their romance!  Henri is right there to comfort her and they end up in bed together.  Good thing Henri has a pretty face, cuz he ain't got no scruples! 

Breaking Nicole's heart isn't the only thing keeping Henri busy.  He's commandeered a British ship docked in France and confiscated the ships cargo when he learns that its salt peter, one of the main ingredients in gunpowder. Henri intends to sent it to Spain but when Narcisse hears of this, he is quick to remind Henri that he is supposed to be supporting France not Spain  When England hears of this, Elizabeth sends Gideon to get the ships back, cash for the Englishmen that were beheaded and a big, fat apology from France!  When Gideon arrives in France, Narcisse tells Gideon he will get none of those things.  Gideon realizes that for Narcisse, this is personal. Gideon tells Stephan that he knows loss and that the bitterness inside will destroy him.  His words get through to Narcisse and he shares the whole story of Henri's ambition and the France/Spain situation. He suggests that Gideon have a word with King Charles. Narcisse thinks that Charles will very likely work with Gideon to resolve the issue and indeed he is; the ships are returned to England. 

A seemingly strong King Charles confronts his brother and informs him about the ships and reminds Henri that he IS king and intends for it to stay that way!  Go Charles! 

Finally in England, as Elizabeth send Gideon to France, he tells her to write down her thoughts and desires and he will do his best to accommodate her when he returns.  She does but unfortunately her fiance, happens upon the letters and Elizabeth tells him that she was writing of her desires for him.  The fiance buys it and he tells Elizabeth that there is no reason for them to wait until their wedding night to "consummate" their marriage. The Queen has to through with it and she does. 

Later, she and her the Archduke are having lunch and he tells her that he knows that she wrote those letters for Gideon, not him.  He tells Elizabeth that he believes that the two of them could have a good life together and when Elizabeth does not deny it.  He says that the only way he will stay with Elizabeth is if she banishes Gideon from court.  Because Elizabeth knows that now that Mary is pregnant, she must marry. Elizabeth agrees to send Gideon away. 

Three episodes to go...

Reign returns on June 2nd and from this point forward, I am going to stay away from any scoops and spoilers because I want to be a total fan geek until the end.  

#Reign - "A Queen, A Box and a Body" airs on Friday, June 2nd at 9 pm on The CW.