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cruciomione · 6 months

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"fixing" the panic attack scene to be more platonic ™

im extremely active on twt and have been noticing a sydcarmy tweet go viral multiple times a week (like w thousands of interactions its crazy), and its really great to see how much people love and see it for this ship. recently carmys panic attack scene went viral again, and naturally, some ppl gave their piece about how we are all dumb for interpreting it as romantic. that sydney represents his love for his job or his duty to the restaurant (*sigh*).

this scene imo, is the most concrete proof of this ship. i can excuse (not really) interpreting every interaction between them thus far as platonic but this scene....i just refuse. this is gonna be a long post, not analyzing the scene per se because i can't possibly say anything that hasn't already been said but more "fixing" the scene to fit the narrative of antis, and i hope in doing so really shows there's no other way to interpret this scene as other than romantic. again its gonna be a long post bc im just ranting and i think i will lose my mind if i dont type this out.

lets go.

so first off i like to think of this scene as an equation/experiment. simply a problem that needs to be solved.

problem/reason of panic = ...we will discuss this...

solution # 1 = claire -> failed

solution # 2 = sydney -> worked.

Problem/Reason

s02e09 opens up with carmy and claire finally consummating their relationship, with an interesting song choice might i add and carmy dissociating, looking sad, or broken (???) after. because many have said carmy pulling memories of sydney from his psyche to calm down have to do with work i always remember that, it really doesnt make any sense?

carmy is clearly having a panic attack due to him not being "fixed" as soon as he made it official with claire. he felt pressure from his family both currently and in the past to date claire because she is amazing and perfect. add mikey also being a part of that crowd, and carmy so desperately trying to connect with him when he cannot, is why i think he looks so despondent after that scene. i truly think he thought he would be a changed person after everything with claire and when that didn't happen he flipped...

we know this is the reason bc his panic attack starts with their sex scene and the lyric "I dont know" from strange currencies by REM.

this isn't to say that he isn't nervous or stressed about the soft open but its clear that he's not having a panic attack about work nor have we ever seen him have a work-related panic attack (correct me if I'm wrong). in s1 he has one or two due to him greiving his brother.

platonic fix: To make it about work I would have added scenes like when Carmy started that stove fire in braciole, his meltdown in review, some scenes of his horrible time at EMP, and him grieving his brother. i think these would represent his fear of failure, falling back into old toxic habits pertaining his career, the fear of fostering a toxic work environment like the ny chef and also the idea of "failing" mikey

but theres a reason why none of this occurs bc its not about his job or the opening of the bear. this is explicitly about his personal and romantic love life.

Solution # 1 : Claire

carmy proceeds to try and calm down by thinking of claire through literal rose-coloured glasses...

the music is distorted, he's thinking of his abusive family, he remembers every one pushing him to date claire bc shes a #goodthing.

again...this is not about his job and wouldnt make sense to think of sydneys place in his work life as a soultion to his clear personal problem....

platonic fix: in the story of carmys love life claire and sydney act as narrative foils. they have been compared and contrasted for all of s2. my platonic fix for this would be making the NY chef this first "solution" of a work-related panic attack. he represents a horrible time in his life but also represents a time when carmy was at the height of his career. when carmy gets locked in the walk in and has his monologue, its alluded to that he will revert back to that mind set in order to not let everyone down.

NY chef abused him for so long, it makes sense that carmys psyche would readily go back to his insults and the time he himself was an isolated 'psycho' bc it yielded results.

nothing is black and white and i DO think sydney represents a healthier approach to the toxic mess that is the culinary world and does represent that for carmy. if the show was invested in that, sydney and the NY chef could be overtly contrasted like sydney and claire have been.

BUT again this isnt about his job and dedication as a chef...thus why he tries to think of claire to solve his personal problem, and it fails.

Solution # 2: Sydney

LMFAOOO.

carmy then in a crazy plot twist starts thinking of his platonic work bestie sydney adamu....the love song dedicated by the show to his relationship with his girlfriend is then made clear highlighting some pretty damning lyrics about desire and love.....all platonic btw. yes you are dumb if you think otherwise (*wink*)

I actually have two platonic fixes for this...

platonic fix # 1: if we only wanted to focus on sydney as a person who calms carmy down because shes his work bestie who represents his responsibilty to the bear and the postive change they are trying effect in the culinary world, i would add scenes where they are...you know actually cooking???

i think its pretty crazy how the memories carmys immediately jump to are ones that have little to do with their jobs. when they first meet (would also like to note that when carmy first laid eyes on Sydney, he forgot she was there for a job, so this is his raw reaction to seeing a pretty girl lol) and when she comes back after she quit and their break up fight.

i would add their scenes in carmys kitchen (even tho this is extremely damning bc they were flirting DOWN - they don't make this easy at all). this represents their collaboration skills and the way they WORK and bounce ideas off of each other seamlessly. specifically the scene about him wanting to give her a star, representing his duty to her and the restaurant.

*and no shade to carmy but if his responsibility to the bear/syd as a co-worker was bothering him this much and calmed him down wouldn't he have just immediately called the fridge guy.....anyways*

platonic fix # 2 (the best one): if i was chris storer and joanna calo and i REALLY wanted to sell it that carmy isnt in love with sydney then i would put every single member of the OG beef crew + Nat to calm him down not just Sydney.

im talking to them laughing at family, carmy giving tina his chefs knife, richie in his new suit, carmys one on one w Marcus/trying his donut, nat telling carmy shes pregnant (signifing rebirth/wanting to rid all the toxic abuse from his family), carmy trying sydney risotto, and her face when he said it was tremendous etc etc...you get the gist

and honestly?

even as i type this out im tearing up a little bit bc that would have been really beautiful. carmy is changing. he can and is getting rid of old toxic habits from his family and the mess that is the culinary industry. things are changing for the better....that would be beautiful....IF his panic attack was about any of these things lol.

and to even look at this scene without this need for symmetry and we entertain the idea of carmy thinking about his job as a solution for his personal problem...carmy has said himself (s02e01) that this isnt fun for him. i dont think that means he hates cooking i kinda disagree with the ppl who think he isnt passionate about it. i just think currently its something that doesnt bring him joy but i do think its something hes starting to or at least could have started to enjoy if he just committed to working with syd...

conclusion

theres a lot of....delusion? denial? straight up bias? yes all of that, going on.

idk what is happening bc this show is really great at being subtle. but i dont know whats more in your face, dumbed down, even a toddler could understand, than this scene. if you dont come out of this understanding that carmy is falling in love/currently in love with Sydney...and i hate using this term..but you just arent media literate.

bonus: bc it makes me laugh and connects the purpose and solutions.

i think we need a Snyder Sydcarmy Cut™ of bolognese and omelette.

the start of the episode is when sydney and carmy fight over claires inclusion in the menu, and also when sydney randomly asks him to define his relationship with Claire. the episode would continue until we get to the table scene.

i think its WILD how as soon as Sydney asks him to define their relationship, carmy starts calling claire his girlfriend. then the show proceeds to insert sydney in their romantic montage, shows her tattoo about heartbreak and someone getting in the way of your relationship...THEN proceeds to have carmy compare these two women in his mind and only calms down after seeing Sydney.

i could talk about this scene for AGES. wheres the straitjacket....

#the bear #sydcarmy #carmen x sydney #sydney x carmy #carmen berzatto #sydney adamu #idk why i typed this out #its not even really meta im just crazy about them and even more crazier about defending them #also tired of seeing braindead takes #yea...#hope you enjoyed my rant #time to go study for this bio midterm #my rants #sydcarmy meta

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ingravinoveritas · 1 month

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So al was asking ppl to ask her questions as her Fridays are so dull while her partner doing a play. Doesn't she find when she wiv michael it dull cos usually shows it or the other way round and then the bird one I found interesting cos since when have we seen Ms be protective over Al we haven't seen him speak or defend his relationship of what the journalists or ppl say about his relationship of what was said on weds where she defended it and and put a insta story about it we all know he loud but protective I think if he had to choose to protect or save someone it would be david hands down not al

What ur thoughts love to hear ur take on this

(Grouping together for ease of answering. @hyperfixating-rn-brb's Ask is referring to the last screenshot.)

So, I saw this as it was happening on Friday, and...yeah. I'm not sure what the impetus behind this random Insta AMA was (perhaps PR suggesting that Anna do something to counter her rash of recent off-putting social media posts?), but whatever the reason, choices™ were definitely made with some of (well, most of) her answers.

I think what struck me about the ones in these screenshots is how they’re lowkey insulting to Michael, but all in different ways (and not overtly, but passive-aggressively, as hyperfixating-rn-brb mentioned). It also seems odd that AL is currently in London, one of the most dynamic and attraction-filled cities imaginable, yet acting as if there is nothing to do on a Friday night. (Because Michael (and/or Georgia) aren't there to entertain her, I guess?)

Leaving that aside, the entire way this happened was just strange. A lot of the questions felt very boilerplate ("Are you currently reading anything?" "Who is your biggest inspiration?") and almost like they were planned in advance (I think at least one actually was from someone AL knows personally, IIRC), yet interspersed with enough "wacky" questions to give the impression of it being this spontaneous Q&A thing.

As for the answers in the screenshots above, I saw people on Twitter getting outraged over the "girly" question on Saturday, but predictably for all the wrong reasons. In particular, I noticed people once again blaming Michael/David shippers for it, but just from the wording alone, my feeling was that whoever sent in this question did not seem to be a shipper at all. "Girly" has a very specific, borderline homophobic connotation to it (akin to someone asking Anna if she "acts dykey" around Georgia), and while I know English is not her first language, I don't think that meaning is something AL would have missed.

So, no, it's certainly not a great or appropriate question by any means. But the bigger issue, at least in my opinion, wasn't so much "Why would someone ask this?", but rather "Why would she post this?" Because Anna is a grown woman who could have very easily just ignored this question altogether. Instead, she chose to draw attention to it, and to react in much the same way as her "vagueblogging" from the other day. It was as if the purpose in sharing it was to show people what she has to "put up with"--either from the fans or from Michael or both.

That's the other piece of this--that she shared this question with seemingly no regard for how it makes Michael look, or whether it would or could be embarrassing to him. It immediately made me think of this tweet from Michael two years ago, where he chose to answer a question in such a way as to deliberately not embarrass David (further explanation can be found here). It's something that seems so small but means so much, and that you'd think would happen effortlessly for someone you love. So the contrast of that to Anna posting this was striking to me, and it was further compounded by her answer to the "favorite bird" question.

Again, it's almost unsurprising at this point. Anna has previously made unflattering comparisons between Michael and Cousin Itt, a Hobbit, and Hagrid--among others--and now we can add a cockatiel to this list. What’s weird is that the question itself had nothing to do with Michael, so there was absolutely no reason to bring him into it...and yet. It felt like name dropping for the sake of name dropping, which just seems like a weird thing to do when she's been dating him for five years now. Did she think we forgot? That we needed a reminder? Whatever the reason, this definitely seemed like such a strange choice, and another instance of passive-aggressively putting him down under the pretense of a compliment.

(A note about the "protective" part, as I noticed that was particularly mentioned in this Ask. I would agree that there are a lot more overt/visible instances of Michael being protective of David--many of which I have talked about on my blog--than of Anna. That does not mean I don't think he is protective of her, however, but that there is a distinction between the two. It is possible to be protective of someone out of a sense of responsibility and obligation, and those are not necessarily bad things. But it's very different to being protective of someone not because you feel like you have to be protective, but because you want to be. Interpret that how you will...)

Finally, I just need to mention that one of the questions AL was asked was about Georgia ("Is Georgia secretly holding you hostage?"), and what I have hardly seen anyone talking about is that Georgia reshared that Insta story a short while later...and added a song called "I'm Trapped"...

I just...was this meant to be shady on Georgia's part? Who, exactly, is "trapped" here? The subtext and potential implications can go in so many directions here that it's hard to know where to start, but...yeah. The optics of Georgia resharing this story and adding that song in the middle of AL's Insta Q&A were and are questionable/cringey/unintentionally hilarious on multiple levels.

So yes, that is my take on the events of Friday night. As I've said before and will again, I know I could be totally off the mark here, so I'd love to hear from my followers as to what you think. Thank you for writing in! x

#angel19924 #hyperfixating-rn-brb #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #trying to provide a balanced perspective #but what's the old saying: when someone shows you who they are believe them the first time #at this point i honestly do not understand why she is even still with him #there was also a question about 'Who was your 1st celeb crush?' and she mentioned a Swedish boy band #but then said she 'couldn't say' who her British crush was but that it's 'not who you think'#and i'm not sure what the purpose of that was either #but i will leave it to my followers to make up their own minds #georgia tennant #anna lundberg #relationships #discourse

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davidwontstopwritingsongs · 1 year

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so in cantonese it's called 奇異女俠玩救宇宙. lets break that DOWN

the tweet i saw about it translated it as "wacky woman fucks around and saves the world". is that an accurate translation? well… yes and no.

let's start with 奇異. you'll also notice it in films like doctor strange (奇異博士). a rough translation would be wacky/weird, yes. or strange if you will. but it also has connotations to magic, the supernatural, interesting things, things outside the realm of reality. something singular, unique. and that fits with the film so well.

女俠 next. 女 means woman. not very much to say here. 俠 if you google it would mean something like brave, hero, etc. not a huuuuge amount to analyse in this part apart from the fact that 俠 is used in the title of every single superhero movie (spiderman is 蜘蛛侠, iron man is 鐵甲奇俠, so on and so forth) so i guess a cantonese person seeing this movie title would assume it was somewhat superhero-y. ("to be fair, it does have quite good action scenes" - my friend who had to have this post infodumped to them at 2am before i decided to post it on tumblr)

NOW THE NEXT BIT. THE BIT THAT INSPIRED THIS UNHINGED 2AM DEEP DIVE. 玩救. THIS IS WHERE THE FUCKS AROUND AND SAVES THE WORLD BIT COMES FROM. 玩 means to play. 救 means to save. so she's playing around and saving something. cool.

but wait, because this is actually an EXTREMELY CLEVER PUN. you see, 救 is pronounced "gou" in cantonese. you want to know another word that is pronounced "gou"? and not just after you fuck around with tones, but actually in the exact same pronounciation? 夠. now what is the significance of that you may ask?

玩救 itself is not a word/phrase. 玩夠, however, is. same pronounciation so it fits into the wordplay. 玩夠 means literally to have "played enough/finished playing". basically you're done, you're moving on. but that is the centre of evelyn's struggle! she doesn't think she's done anything with her life, she constantly rues the fact that she could have done so much more and she didn't! evelyn HASN'T 玩夠 life yet. she wants to do it all, to live all those lifetimes. and it is through living all those lifetimes and finding enlightment that she 玩夠, and thus is also able to 救 the universe.

and then 宇宙 is universe. like the whole universe. there's only one universe in this translation. i'm not quite sure how you would articulate multiple universes in cantonese.

anyway the person who made this title translation was IMMENSELY clever

#everything everywhere all at once #eeaao #cantonese #i wrote this when i was hyperfixating over the movie and only found it now because i'm writing another long thing in drafts #anyway hope you like this belated analysis

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gooselycharm · 9 months

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hi there! i'd just like to say that your kris and noelle "something else" comic has been driving me insane /pos and i'd love to hear more of your thoughts on those two!! their relationship is one of my favorite things in deltarune and your comic just got everything about them so right 🙏

thank you for reading "something else"! oh man, [more of] my thoughts on kris+noelle.... i sure got some of those.

this was one of the first tweets i made after finishing chapter 2 nearly... freaking 2 years ago. and basically i've just been saying that over and over again in different ways because i'm still not tired of the concept yet and probably wont ever be LOL. i'm obsessed with how badly the narrative wants to force them into an easily categorizable dynamic, especially the romantic one in snowgrave. the literal THORN RING, the more possessive dialogue options, spamton calling noelle a side chick LOL... it all creates this unnerving visual novel bad end atmosphere that feels manufactured by someone who's only ever learned about romance through secondhand sources. they're two queer teens trying to navigate their changing relationship with the only role models they know being their parents' own failed heterosexual marriages. they're so divorced² (divorced children of divorce).

i also like that for being so tragically doomed coded they can be funny! both in a dark humor way and also like, genuinely funny, like the stories of them as kids with kris covering themselves in ketchup and hiding under noelle's bed lmao. i mean there's even something funny about the romantic trappings of the snowgrave route, like trying to put wedding cake embellishments on a crime scene... you know, funny like kids trying on their parents clothes but they're too big and for some reason they're also crying and covered in blood? um.

i'm also SOOOO interested to see how snowgrave will continue in chapter 3! i really liked the hopeful note chapter 2 ended on (well. i took it as hopeful anyway). there's that bit where noelle is talking to herself and she says something like "recently kris has been acting so strange and no one else has noticed... i have to figure out why" and then kris jumpscares her LOL but i think i took that one line and really ran with it. noelle really is the one who knows kris best and despite how scared she is, she's still determined to help them... i like the little subversion of victim/hero going on, the implication that kris might be the one who needs rescuing.

the additional story/lore that came with the spamton sweepstakes made me CRAAAZYYYYY like my GOD... it's cute that noelle likes glitches/creepypasta when kris is kinda a walking creepypasta <3 also, god, noelle falling asleep listening to kris playing piano in the other room... there's so much like. wistfulness and nostalgia and this like... distant/detached intimacy packed into how noelle narrates that scene. it's kind of funny how much there is to dig into when like on a surface level they're just fairly regular childhood friends who grew apart LMAO they're extremely deep to me okay...

on another note i guess i do ship them? i like their dynamic whether it's platonic or romantic (the best is a weird mix of both 👍). it just can't be boring LOL like... this is one ship where trying to apply cookie cutter tropes to them really falls flat and the game is ahead of you on that anyway. in terms of romantically shipping them, i honestly don't think they're doomed to repeat patterns forever... i think they could actually be good for each other! but that's not really the aspect of their relationship that interests me akldjf;alk;sdg maybe i will make 60 page comic of kriselle going to couples counseling some other time

ANYWAY i'm going to cut myself off here, because i really could go on forever lol. i'll give you some links for further reading though

hellspawnmotel's deltarune art

lula pillowbug99's deltarune art

this art by raspbearis which features prominently in my internal kriselle bible

my own unfinished kriselle playlist

my own essay on gender & allegory in deltarune if for some reason u are not tired of hearing me talk yet

okay bye now & thanks again for reading my comic!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#deltarune #kriselle #im post #im really posting now. i be talking.

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bellewintersroe · 9 months

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Carlos Sainz x Celebrity OC… Part 3

Part 3!! Here’s the link for part 2. Woop, woop, we’re back and this chapter continues on from the first chapter, the last chapter was just a recollection of Carlos and Jenna’s first interaction. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy! This is just a cute filler chapter, the next one will be spicyyyy 🌶️ Jenna’s first day at the Emilia Romagna GP goes down a treat with both celebrities and the general public. Twitter and TikTok are popping off about her being there, and some fans even notice the semi-strange interaction between her and a particular driver.

There was no partying for me tonight. I was exhausted and dipped after two hours, feeling the urge to unwind by myself in the luxurious hotel room Sky had paid for me to be in. It had never felt better to be in bed, my eyes closing for a few moments as I mentally recapped my day. It was a whirlwind from start to end and I was overwhelmingly excited to do it all again in Portugal. I knew my team were extremely happy with what I’d done, and I was popular amongst the drivers and many teams I’d spent the whole day talking to, but there was one group of people I was particularly interested in. The general public.

My heart would always skip a beat whenever I searched myself on Twitter. It was a scary place, and I always expected it to be a lot worse than what it ever was, so I found myself scared to read through the countless tweets about me. Some of the top were update pages, posting pictures of me with supportive comments, before I scrolled down, relieved at the lack of hateful comments. Jenna Ashley looking BEAUTIFUL on the grid today wearing Gucci! Dress and shoes are tagged below. Miss Ashley proves to be a complete hit with all the F1 Drivers.

You can’t tell me Pierre wasn’t staring at Jenna Ashley’s tits that whole interview 🫤🫤🫤🫤

Jenna Ashley for Playboy 2019

Anybody notice the tension between Carlos Sainz and Jenna Ashley?!? I can’t be the only one that saw his reaction

My eyes furrowed, clicking on the tweet that had been liked thousands of times. I was intrigued, looking back at the pictures of us both in the interview.

Omg she’s blushing

Carlos has deffo pulled our girl nah I think her and Max are a thing, did you see how friendly they were?

Carlos looks in LOVE and ohmygodddd same Carlos I’d be just as nervous around her He’s so nervous around her omfgggg

I clicked my phone shut, staring back to a blank screen with brows raised. Was it that obvious? I mean there always was going to be speculation, I’d been trained for that, but how do you react when speculation ends up being true? That sent me on a whole spiral, going onto Carlos’s Instagram and noticing the option to ‘follow back’. “Oh my god.” I dramatically sat up, clicking the icon to follow him back. He most likely didn’t even run his social media accounts, but I sure as hell was acting like he did.

I was guilty of doing a small stalk, well, not so small. He’d been single (from what the internet said) since 2019, two years ago now, and from what I had seen was super unproblematic. Of course, I recognised who his dad was, but his whole family looked like they came from old money. They looked rich, all beautiful and dressed up. Most of all, Carlos’ instagram was beautiful. The man looked like a model, or even a Greek god, sculpted by the gods. That evening he ignited a fire inside of me, leading to me a never ending path of pure lust and obsession for the Spanish driver.

*******

“Hello and welcome to Monaco!!” A woman greeted as I stepped off the plane. “Thank you!” I exclaimed, mouth dropping at the beauty of the small country I’d landed in. It was my first time in Monaco, and I already guaranteed it wouldn’t be my last.

“My name is Amanda, I am a chaperone here with Sky, I will be showing you to your apartment.” “Oh, amazing! Thank you.” I nodded, holding my hair down due to the blustering of the plane jets that were slowing down gradually. I was here to run through some interviews with a couple of the drivers, showing some behind the scenes footage of the race tracks and practice. I was just as intrigued as everybody else, I had so many questions I wanted to ask, and so many places I wanted to venture into.

“Are you ready for your meal tonight, yes?” She asked as I looked at her, smile still lifted on my face. “Meal? Are we- are we going out?!”

“Yes. To Le Louis XV-Alain Ducasse à l'Hôtel de Paris…”

It was safe to say the resteraunt really lived up to his name. I felt out of place as I was guided through the overwhelmingly large hallways, decorated with the most beautiful, expensive paintings and designs known to man. They even had their own Lobster pool, c’mon. This felt too fancy for me, and I made several panicked Tik Tok’s in the process of wondering around.

I alongside the other Sky reporters, had been invited for a meal with some of the other reporters, team principles, CEO’s, men with big amounts of money- and most interesting of all, drivers. I couldn’t lie, I had no idea why I was here, it felt like I’d stumbled in during a Royal family having their Christmas dinner, everybody was sat straight up, borderline like statues as I nervously rubbed my clammy palms along the fabric of my sleek black dress. No wonder they’d dressed me up so classy.

Everybody’s accents were fancy, and not to forget their names. Oh god, there was so many names and faces to go around, I was so overwhelmed by it all that I drunk my champagne a little too quickly. Once we were seated, I almost choked on my drink seeing who I was sat across from.

Carlos Sainz Jr.

The whole 50 or so people that filled this room and I was seated across from a man I’d slept with only weeks prior?! My eyes were focused on his name card on the table before I actually realised he was looking at me. His eyes roamed up my front, lingering over my face, mid sentence as he seemed to pause from pure surprise. Poor guy probably felt awkward.

“Hello.” I cleared my throat, gaining several other greetings in response. Carlos smiled and nodded towards me, taking his glass of Estrella and smiling down to it. He was dressed very smart, like all the other men here, his hair was tidied and he was cleanly shaved, playing his role here perfectly. “I’m glad you’re sat next to me.” Anise whispered as I nodded, relieved to have the comfort of my friend nearby. “Thank god. I’m scared I’m going to spill something.” “I’m scared I’m going to sneeze!” She dramatically whispered as we both giggled, earning a few glances from the posh looking men around us, including Carlos. I felt intimidated under his stare, I was fidgeting and biting down on my lip, chewing the inside of it nervously. I’d felt embarrassed whenever my eye caught his, the way he made my heart race was humiliating. Worst of all, my mind easily wandered to places it shouldn’t have. His fingers that tapped quietly on the table were the same ones that had brought my to orgasm, the same ones that had been in my mouth, running over my breasts… I was getting distracted from the conversation I initiated with Anise and another young woman sat across from us. Next to Carlos. She was very pretty. “I am from Spain.” She smiled. “Ah no way, hablo un poco de español!” (I speak a little Spanish). “Ah!” She excitedly spoke, grabbing Carlos’s arm, my eyebrow twitched slightly. “¡¿Vives ahí?!” (Do you live there?!” “No, no, soy de Inglaterra. Mis abuelos eran españoles.” (No, no I am from England. My grandparents were Spanish). I glanced back to Carlos who was now listening, eyes lingering over my face. “Uh-“ I stammered, losing my Spanish as I looked back to the girl besides him. “They taught us.” I then added as the young woman smiled. “You are Jenna? Yes?” She smiled, offering her hand over the table. I reached forwards, wobbling my empty wine glass as I shook her hand gently. “Yeah.”

“Nice to meet you, I am Blanca. You have met my brother, Carlos?” Oh. Oh!! My eyes landed on the dark featured man who was smiling back to me, shame on me for ever thinking his sister was anything other than that.

“Ah, yeah, we met in Italy.” My hand tan over the back of my bare shoulder nervously. I heard Anise let out a soft laugh, kicking me from under the table. Way to make it obvious! “Carlos told me-“ Blanca began, a low smirk stretching as Carlos’ mouth opened to cut her off, but the waiters began heading through the doors, endless trays of foot plated up for us. I glanced back to the brother and sister, watching him mutter something to her before the dishes were set in front of us, trays covering the food below. I was starving, border lining ravenous.

“Thank you.” I told the waiter, watching him pull the tray off my food. The disappointment must have been obvious because I heard a slight grunt of laughter from across from me. Carlos had noticed and pursed his lips, I shared a moment of eye contact, only breaking it when I felt an amused grin attempting to reveal itself on my face. Don’t get me wrong, the foot made my taste buds literally orgasm, but there was such a tiny amount, so was the next plate, and then the next one, and then the fourth and final plate which left me rather confused. Everybody was using a different knife and fork, digging into their small chocolate contraption as I realised I didn’t have the right fork and spoon people were using.

Anise was occupied, delving into the food, so was Blanca. My panic was only resolved when Carlos held out his clean fork for me. “Ah.” I gently spoke seeing him let out a small breath of laughter causing a few people to glance over in confusion. People were so snooty, it was scary.

“Thank you.” I whispered, offering him a flirtatious smile for the first time since we’d seen one another in the bar. Carlos nodded, swallowing harshly as my fingers grazed over his, taking the fork to eat my two bite desert with.

At the end of it, there was a few speeches, in many different languages. All I could think about was how hungry I was. The food was 10/10 but the portion sizes were crazy small and it was more like eating four appetisers. After, I stood outside, waiting for a car, borderline desperate to get out of there. Somebody cleared their throat behind me, so when I turned, I was startled to see it was Carlos, lingering around. “Where are you going?” He asked as my lips tugged up, hand resting against my chest. “Um… McDonald’s.” I quietly admitted seeing his eyebrows perk, an amused laugh escaped his lips, catching me off guard.

“I’m really hungry.” I then spoke. “Oh, that is a good idea.” He sighed after a bout of laughter, I nervously laughed, tucking my hair behind my ear as I watched over the Spanish man. “Can I come?” Carlos asked, glancing back to me as I cocked my head to the side.

“Yeah. You like Mconalds?” I for some reason found it super amusing, watching him strip his tie off with a satisfied groan, one that sounded very familiar to-

“Who doesn’t?” “Maybe the people we just ate with.” I shyly joked hearing him snigger again. “No me sorprendería.” (It would not surprise me). He added on unbuttoning his top button. His blazer was slung on his arm, his movement causing the scent of his cologne to float in my direction. I felt weak in the knees.

“You never told me you were- ah what’s the word, reporting on the grids?” He then spoke as I smiled again, back in his direction. “You never asked.” I quietly spoke, hoping my comment came off more flirtatious.

“Estaba un poco ... distraído.” (I was a little… distracted). I only seemed to blush harder at his words, pursing my lips. “Miss, miss, excuse me miss!” A man called out, hurrying from the inside, just as my car began pulling up. “You forgot this.” He panted, handing me over a piece of paper. “Oh-“ I didn’t have time to respond before he scurried off back inside.

I could feel Carlos’ eyes lingering over me, so I frowned, opening it up.

tu español es impresionante llámame

(Your Spanish is impressive… call me).

I gasped in amusement, reading the number scattered on the paper below, the driver pulling up as Carlos opened the door for me. “Thank you.” I giggled, still a little amused from the note I’d just received, but it was fair to say my eyes were only on the man who climbed into the seat next to me. “You left a paper?” He pointed, a little confused.

“It’s somebody’s number.” I awkwardly laughed, handing it over. He furrowed his brows reading over the small piece of paper. He let out a soft laugh, handing it back to me with a hand sliding over the back of his hair.

“Ahora me siento bajo presión... ¿puedo darte el mío antes de que tomes este?“ (Now I feel under pressure… can I give you mine before you take this one?) I sat up straighter, a large grin beaming on my face as he looked away, clearly nervous as he awaited my answer. I would never have imagined a man like him to be shy.

“Sí. Yes.” I giggled, pulling out my phone, forgetting all about the paper number that I’d accidentally dropped onto the seat besides me. “Yes?” Carlos repeated as I nodded, seeing him attempting to bite back a smile whilst pulling out his phone from his back pocket. “Perfect.”

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Noah Sebastian x OFC

Here's the 3rd part. Hoping to also get this one up quick. This story is really coming together in my head. Also, I know I promised smut, and so far have not delivered. That is coming, pinkly promise. We've got to get the foundation man!

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Part 3 - The Grey

Sleep was a wild idea, given everything I had learned last night. I couldn't seem to quit scrolling through Google, YouTube, listening. I felt as though I was educating myself. Learning, in some way, what I was getting into. I wanted to see what I could learn about him, but he was an overall private human, even for a musician.

I did learn he is a Scorpio, born on Halloween. Originally from Virginia. The names of his bandmates. He had quite a few wonderful songs that I had added to my iTunes quickly after hearing them. So far, my favorite was Limits, which was saying a lot, given Just Pretend was still so incredible.

Throughout all of my 'research', the most important fact I learned was that Noah was very good at hiding his alcoholism. I expected to see articles, tweets, or even a TikTok about some scandal. An arrest? A fight? A drunken performance? I found nothing.

I suspect Noah is what I consider a silent drunk. Someone who doesn't drink for fun, but for release. For something to escape to. This had to be true, because I found zero evidence of his addiction on social media or in the depths of Google. I even shamelessly searched 'Noah Sebastian alcoholic' and came up with some very strange fanfiction. Interesting thought...

This almost worried me more. This meant I was going into this blind. The rockstar lifestyle was something not only musicians lived. So how did he manage to do it so quietly? Was his publicist just that good? Did he even have one?

Despite my determination, sleep finally took hold about 4AM, me waking up at noon with the videos of their music still playing on YouTube. I slammed my laptop closed and wiped the drool from my lips.

I needed caffeine.

I slipped into my house slippers, and sauntered to the kitchen, Angel following behind. I heard his quiet whine, and quickly paced to the back door to let him out before he had an accident.

Once I had slurped down half of my energy drink and let Angel back in, I snatched my phone from my bedside table. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I checked through my notifications.

Given it was my day off, I wasn't surprised to see a text from Sam asking if I wanted to come in and help him with his case files. I didn't even open it. That should answer that question.

I opened my messages to reach out to Laura. Her and I needed to speak immediately.

Before I could open her thread, I noticed a message from Noah, which made my throat dry.

Noah: Hollywood Palladium. Doors open at 6PM, but you should get there about 5 to get into your suite. I'll text you once I get offstage and we can figure out how you'll smuggle me out. We go on before Motionless in White.

Noah: Thank you again, Leena. I know this is a pain for you.

This guy isn't actually real. He is sweet as honey. Smooth as butter. And wakes up at 6:30AM, apparently? Who the fuck is this guy?

Me: I'll be there. I haven't told Laura yet. Pray for me.

His response came quickly.

Noah: Our Father, who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name...

I only responded with laughing emojis and flipped to Laura's thread.

Me: Can you talk?

This was our code. She was working and if she was busy, she would respond. If she wasn't, she'd call.

My phone vibrated in my hand immediately.

"Hey." My voice was a fucking mess. I realized I hadn't used it at all yet.

"What the fuck is up, Kyle? You getting sick?" I cleared my throat and sighed.

"No. Just woke up."

"Late night? You doing okay?" I could hear the concern. 3 years sober, didn't mean it wasn't still something to keep an eye on.

"Yeah babe, I'm good. I need to fucking talk to you, though."

"Sure, what's going on?"

I sighed, not even knowing how to begin. I couldn't exactly tell her the lead singer of one of her favorite bands was a newly recovering alcoholic. Not without permission.

"I uh..." My brain drew a blank. "have not thought this through."

The other end was silent.

"You sure you're okay?"

I sighed hard. "I met Noah Sebastian."

Now there was dead silence on the phone.

"I'm so fucking sorry, I've lost my mind. Can you repeat that?" Her voice was deadly.

"You heard me."

"Noah Sebastian? From Bad Omens?!" I could hear her voice raising some octaves.

"Yeah a few days ago."

"Fucking where?!" I had to hold the phone at a distance from my ear.

"At...my work." My brain worked overtime to work out this lie.

"I call bullshit." She is too good at seeing through me.

"Laura, would you fucking listen?"

"Noah Sebastian did not walk into a fucking mortgage office and just happen to meet my best friend, the loan officer. Bullshit."

"Laura, listen!"

"Fuck! Fine! What?!" I could feel her irritation.

"I have tickets to their show tonight. In their VIP booth."

"Did you help him buy a house or some shit?!" That actually wasn't bad.

"Possibly. Still up in the air."

"You're such a fucking liar."

"Do you want to go or not? We'll be seeing him after."

I could feel her jaw drop to the floor. "We're going to meet the band?"

"No, not the band. I don't think. Just Noah."

"Just Noah? Christ Mileena, did you fuck him or something?!"

"Absolutely not! Laura what the hell?!"

"What?? You don't even listen to Bad Omens." I scoffed at that.

"I fucking do now."

After a solid hour of interrogatories from Laura, planning on getting to the event (I would drive, obviously) and what we would wear, we finally hung up.

I had about three and a half hours before I had to leave to pick her up. I had enough time for a walk with Angel, lunch, and to get ready.

When Angel and I set out on the sidewalk, and I had set up my AirPods (3 guesses who I was listening to), my phone chimed with a text. I groaned. Didn't we get through enough details?

When I saw the text though, I was surprised to see Noah's name.

Noah: Hey, weird request, but could I call you for like ten minutes?

I was puzzled, but typed a quick affirmative response.

My phone rang a few moments later.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I'm sorry." His immediate apology confused me.

"Sorry for what?" I could hear him chuckle, his voice slightly hushed.

"Calling. I know it's weird." I half-smiled. There was a level of innocence to Noah that made me feel better about this entire situation.

"Noah, I'm your sponsor. You're allowed to call me any time, day or night."

"But what if I call you at 3AM cause I'm craving sugar?"

I shook my head, weaving down the sidewalk with Angel heeling nicely at my left.

"Then we go get ice cream?"

I could hear the smile in his voice. "No way. You don't mean that."

I proudly responded. "Wouldn't be the first time."

He only snorted in response. I did wonder why he needed to call.

"Are you okay?"

"Mm, yeah. We're at the venue. Did sound check a while ago. The guys cracked open some beers. I told them I was going to take a quick walk to get some air. I feel like they might know something." His concern was thick in his words.

"Ah, okay. Well, super proud of you for walking away. That's amazing on it's own."

"Yeah?" He sounded unsure.

"Oh, one hundred percent."

"Thanks Leena." He sighed. His voice then came out a little smoother. "Did you talk to Laura?"

"I did."

"And how did that go?"

I smirked. "Well, she doesn't believe that I met you at work, so now she's got horrific ideas of how I met you, but she's in."

This made him laugh. "Horrific like how?!"

"I won't repeat it. But either way, she doesn't know how we actually know each other. I'm struggling to figure out how I'm going to explain us giving you a ride home?"

He was quiet, my guess was thinking. "How well do you know her?"

"Better than anyone, why?"

"You trust her?"

"With my life."

"Tell her. It's easier that way. Just maybe ask we don't all chat about it?" This took me back. As private as he is, and he doesn't even know me that well? Why trust me, or someone I trust, with this secret? His reputation is somewhat on the line.

"You sure?"

"Should I not be?"

I sighed. "I wouldn't risk your good name Noah. I promise."

"Thanks Leena." I heard muffled voices in the background. "Hey, I've got to go. See you later?"

I agreed, and we disconnected the call.

The ride to the venue was mostly quiet, aside from the soft music on the radio playing.

"So...anything else I should know before we walk in there? Ronnie Radke isn't going to be hanging with us too, is he?"

I chuckled at this.

"Listen babe, I've got to tell you something."

She lifted her eyebrow in a knowing look. "Knew you were lying."

I shrugged. "Look, I'm going to tell you this, but this is covert level secrecy. No one can know. Or Noah is fucked. So promise me? Not even your husband gets to know?"

Her look turned more serious.

"Of course babe. Anything."

"I'm Noah's sponsor." Her jaw dropped open, almost unnaturally so.

"He's in AA too?" I nodded.

"He just started. And he needed a sponsor. I offered. He needed help getting through this show and the after party. So he's going to pretend to be sick after, meet us backstage, and we're going to smuggle him out and drive him home."

I could see the wheels in her head turning. She believed me now. She knew I never lied about AA.

"Oh my God, babe." She shook her head. "I'm so sorry. I pried too hard. Jesus, I feel like an asshole."

I waved her off. "Don't, my love. He gave me permission to tell you." She nodded at that, sitting back in her seat.

After a beat, she giggled to herself. "You sure are the luckiest sponsor ever." That made me laugh. I wasn't so sure yet.

The show was electric. The man on stage, singing, was a different person entirely. If it weren't for the fact that he made direct eye contact with me several times throughout the night, I would've never believed him to be the same shy, unsure, uncomfortable man he was in group. On stage, he was confident, he was in control, he was the leader, and the crowd, his flock. It was insane to watch, and I would be lying if I hadn't said I felt absolutely mystified at points. I teared up when they played Just Pretend, vehemently singing along. This was not lost on him, and I caught the smirk he got when he saw my glassy-eyed singing. No different than any other fan. That's okay, that's who I was for now.

We were to not be seen or noticed. We were shadows waiting to seamlessly remove him.

Once the set ended, and everyone waited for Motionless in White to come out, moving in and out of their seats toward the bars and bathrooms, Laura and I followed the security guard who had been told to allow us backstage.

I checked my phone a few times, but still had not heard from him. As we made our way to the meet and greet area, we saw the giant line of fans waiting for their band to show up. We slyly waited against a wall behind the line. We blended in.

"Have you heard from him?" I checked my phone again with no results.

"No, but I would bet he has to do meet and greet first. I don't strike him as the type to disappoint fans."

She nodded in agreement, so we waited.

After about twenty minutes, we heard screaming, and looked over to see them come out, waving at everyone waiting in line. I saw his eyes searching. Was he looking for us?

Pulling out my phone, I shot a quick message.

Me: By the trash cans.

He was talking to a girl with his face on her shirt when he slipped his phone from his pocket and his eyes immediately scanned and found mine. The smallest hint of a smile lifted his lips. I saw him turn his back for a moment, and turning back to sign autographs

Noah: Thought I lost you. M&G will be over in 45min. Meet me in the parking lot?

I sent a thumbs up, instructed Laura of our plans, and we began our trek to the car. Once in the car, I sent a quick location pin to him so he could find us. I got a response a few minutes later.

Noah: Just look for the ancient Tahoe. Roger that.

I rolled my eyes, and despite Laura watching her concert videos, she noticed.

"What?" I showed her my phone, and she smiled.

"Well, he's funny, huh?" I nodded.

"An absolute dork." She bit her lip, turning in my seat.

"Leena?" I looked up at her from my phone screen, looking at my own videos.

"Hmm?"

"Do you like him?" I paid little attention to the question.

"Oh sure, he's a nice guy." She put her hand on my shoulder, making me give her my full attention.

"No, Mileena," she pushed my phone down. "do you like him?"

This made me scoff. "Laura, I barely know him!"

"What's to know? He's a singer in a near famous band. He's got the voice of an angel. He's adorable." This made me roll my eyes again.

"I'm his sponsor." She threw her hands up.

"Is it illegal?" I shook my head.

"No, but it's awful and would make me a terrible human. And I work very hard to be a good human."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "I don't believe that, but okay. I respect it." I smiled at her.

"Thank you Laura."

"But I still think you like him."

I was silent in response, not amused by her pushing.

“He has a girlfriend anyway, Laura.”

I watched her eyes nearly bug out of her head. “He does?!”

“Yeah, he told me yesterday.” I could see the disbelief on her face.

“I’ve never heard that. What’s her name?” I sighed, thinking back to our conversation the day before.

“He…didn’t say? Just mentioned he had one, and she didn’t know about AA yet.”

Her lips pursed. “Not buying it.”

This made my eyes widen.

“What?”

“He has a girlfriend but doesn’t even tell you her name? And doesn’t tell her he’s made a life changing decision to get well? I’m not buying.”

I rolled my eyes. “Christ, Laura, you’ve got trust issues.”

She pointed at me. “Facts. But it doesn’t change the fact that I don’t believe it.” She sat back in her seat.

“I’ll just ask him when he gets here, no worries.”

This caused a flood of panic through me. “Please don’t! He’s not the type to talk about personal stuff. He’s actually pretty withdrawn.”

Her blank expression was telling. “Noah? Noah Sebastian? The guy who just went absolutely insane on that stage? Is withdrawn? Mhm, sure.”

I sat back in my chair and groaned.

“Please? That’s his personal business.”

She nodded. “Fine, but you should ask him.”

I didn’t respond, attention now on the text I had from him saying he was headed our way. I started the car, ready for a quick getaway.

After about ten minutes, I saw his tall frame in the doorway of the elevator, jogging over to the car. I snuck a glance at Laura, who looked as though she may absolutely burst.

“Here comes the rockstar.” She let out in a sing-song voice.

The back left door opened, and he slid inside the seat quickly, buckling his seatbelt and running his fingers through his long, and now greasy, hair.

“Hey!” My voice was about three pitches higher for truly no reason at all. This was not lost on my best friend, whose eyes I saw flash over to be before turning around and looking at Noah, eyes absolutely bulging.

“Jesus, it’s like trying to escape a wild pack of hyenas!” He sat back and sighed heavily as my truck backed out of the space and began moving down the aisle. “I mean the guys, not the fans.”

I looked up in my rearview. “Did you do like we talked about?”

“Yes. Made sure to gag as loudly as possible and everything.” I could see the smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.

He turned his attention to Laura, holding out his hand. “I’m so rude, I’m sorry.” She took his hand, looking absolutely stunned. “I’m Noah.”

All I heard from her was a weak ‘Laura’ in response.

Once we hit the darkened streets, putting the venue behind us, the tension in the truck relaxed.

I looked up in my mirror again, catching Noah’s attention.

“Do you mind if I drop Laura home first? She’s got to get up early for work tomorrow and her house isn’t very far.”

He smiled. “Of course. I’m all the way in Calabasas, so no worries at all.”

I just nodded. The ride was smooth for a moment, until I heard the familiar ring of an iPhone. It was Noah’s.

“Hello?” I couldn’t hear the voice from the other end. “Hey babe.”

Laura’s face whipped over to me, I’m sure seeing my expression darken ever so slightly.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. I’m not sure what happened, but I started feeling off before the set and by the end, I was throwing up.” He waited for the response. “No, uh…” he hesitated. “I actually haven’t drank at all today.”

Something in my chest swelled. I was such a proud sponsor. He was making an effort, and all I could do was appreciate it.

He nervously laughed. “Yeah, right? Shocking, I know.”

I could hear his tone. It broke my heart for him. I knew that conversation, I had many myself. When people don’t believe you haven’t been drinking, or are shocked to hear it. They’ll even go so far as to get angry at you for quitting. It’s a long, torturous road he’s set down, but hopefully with the right support, he will stay on track.

“Well I just caught an Uber, and I’m going to go home and pass out. Try to get over it.”

I made a conscious effort not to look at him, doing my best to respect his privacy. I could see Laura doing the same, scrolling through her phone.

“Yeah, uh, maybe we should wait until Monday? Make sure I’m not contagious, and all that?” His voice almost sounded brightened, but I was likely imagining things.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But do you want to catch this crap?” He made a sound of approval. “Thought so. I’m almost home so I’ll talk to you later babe.” He wasn’t, but okay. “Mhm, I love you too.” Slight poke to the abdomen. Nothing to worry about. “Bye.”

My hands relaxed slightly on the wheel. No one spoke for a little while. I could see his eyes just watching the streetlights fly past the window. He almost looked sad, but I couldn’t piece together why exactly. I could guess, however, that this is harder than he initially anticipated. It always is.

Laura shared my concern, so she spoke up.

“The show tonight was awesome, Noah! Better than the one back in November!”

This sure perked him, making him sit up in his seat. “Yeah? Thank you for saying that.”

“Oh fuck yeah, dude! Watching you guys play is spiritual, honestly.” This made him crack a wide grin.

I felt a poke on my shoulder, causing me to look up.

“What’d you think Leena? How was your first Bad Omens show?” I could see him searching for my answer, but he’s not the only one who could be a smartass.

I waved my hand in a topsy-turvy fashion. “It was alright.”

“Oh shut the fuck up, you cried during Just Pretend.” Laura was triumphantly smiling.

She’s so dead.

My cheeks were getting warmer, and I instinctively cracked my window. When did it get so hot in here?

Noah let out a giggle, an actual fucking giggle. “I thought I saw that.”

“Dude, how can you see anything up there? Fire? Smoke? Lights?”

He shook his head dismissively and flopped back in his seat. “Please. I can see anything if I’m looking for it.”

His words rang out followed by silence. Laura’s face was deadpanned.

What the fuck does that mean? In a literal sense, I get what he meant but wow, what an innuendo to make. Unintentionally, I’m sure.

The context wasn’t lost on Noah, who only cleared his throat, not speaking another word.

Luckily, we were already cruising down Laura’s street, stopping in front of her driveway.

“Welp, this is my stop.” She turned to look in the backseat. “Thank you so much for the concert. It really was awesome.”

This earned her a grateful head nod from him. “Anytime.”

She wouldn’t be forgetting that.

“I love you babes, call me tomorrow?” She wrapped an arm around me while I agreed to her request. She hopped out of the car and within seconds, she was gone.

“You want to stay back there, or hop up front?”

Without answering, a long leg reached over my console, plopping Noah in the passenger’s seat. I stared at him incredulously while he beamed at me.

I shook my head and put the truck back in drive, waiting for him to direct me to his house.

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brakingpoint · 4 months

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Adding onto the point you made about rpf and I just wanna mention the video that Mercedes released of George reacting to his 'meme' scenes and imo you can clearly tell that at one point he was just so uncomfortable? And how that is not okay because at the end of the day thay are the ones providing the content and if they all are made to feel like that, than i wouldn't be suprised if they just stopped sharing personal stuff?

i checked this video out after seeing this ask and it was certainly just... a choice to have him react to one girl's extended tiktok that was just thirsting over his photoshoot. like it wasn't actually a "meme" there was no real humour to it there was nothing for him to really say about it (which i think at least partially contributes to his awkwardness in that section)... like the person who made that tiktok is in the comments and she's chill about it seemingly but it's such a weird decision. i know "celebrities read thirst tweets" has been a thing for years but that's normally quick, snappy, slightly absurd statements that actually are funny enough to get a reaction, plus they usually blur out the author's handle & photo and often their display name too. to just make you look at one young woman's actual face and listen to her actual voice for a minute straight as she talks (fairly blandly, no offence to this woman, she was just trying to generically thirst in peace i presume) about how good you look in a photoshoot is just... so strange and i can't figure out what the person who planned that video thought the appeal of that section would be or what george would possibly have to say about it?

imo that definitely comes into the same category as admins using ship names etc in that they're taking things that are definitely intended for intra-community conversation and, because in the current age of social media (and especially on hyper-algorithmic platforms like tiktok) fan spaces and official spaces are exactly the same thing, decide that they can get more attention from the younger fangirl [theoretically gender neutral, though i'd guarantee marketing teams aren't viewing it that way] demographic by acknowledging them and leaning into the lack of separation between church and state (blorbocedes, 2023).

then people who are new to fandom & don't know the etiquette, especially in rpf fandoms, think - quite understandably, if this is the way admins are acting - oh cool, well in that case it's okay and normal for me to talk about ships/thirst/my y/n fantasies to the drivers and teams, and if that gets engagement the admins will continue blurring those lines and pandering to the shipper demographic as far as they can without actually getting into inappropriate territory, and this will make the existence of the rpf side of f1 fandom even more noticeable & something of a curiosity attraction to other types of fan. and as has already been discussed all this almost certainly won't lead to a "George and Lewis Read Your Fanfictions" video posted by mercedes-amg petronas f1 team's official youtube channel. but it could more realistically lead to one of like lando or max's mates namedropping everything changes or whatever in a twitch stream as a gag. which, i must stress, we also do not want

really tl;dr i guess it's. as people have been saying, a lot of the drivers are probably aware that rpf (slash fics or x reader) exists. we live in a post-larry world after all. but that does not mean they need to be privy to the details or have it shoved in their faces or have open discussion around it encouraged by their own social media teams

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Recently, I came across these tweets, and I kind of can’t stop thinking about this.

I adore villain x heroine ships and dynamics, and frequently find myself pondering what it is I love so much about them. One thing I’ve come to notice is this very idea: the importance of the male villain’s desire for her… his near-obsession and the fact that he is threatened by her. And, as mentioned in those tweets, part of what makes that so special is the rarity of seeing men or male characters treat women as being so important, as being valid or worthy of consideration as a threat. To me, it can be almost empowering to explore such dynamics through fiction.

One of my favorite movies, of course, is Star Wars: A New Hope, and primarily because I’ve always been absolutely obsessed with whatever is going on with Leia and Vader and Tarkin there. It always draws me right in… the powerful Dark Lord near-obsessively chasing down this tiny defiant young princess, slaying so many soldiers and going through such effort, so adamant that she be brought to him alive.

And from there, she’s treated as a high-class prisoner, heavily guarded and locked up tight, interrogated ruthlessly… but resisting with all the strength and pride of a leader in an underdog rebel movement. She’s essentially the one who is the key to the entire story.

As for Tarkin, he spends much of his screen time dealing with Leia… focused on how best to break the rebel prisoner who holds such key information in this galaxy-spanning war. Most famously, of course, this is illustrated with the destruction of Alderaan… an entire planet wiped away as an act of spite and a means to manipulate the girl he regards as a critical enemy. He is rather creepy and demeaning to her, too, but this only serves to add to a complex power dynamic worth exploring….

Moreover, I imagine it is rare to see a powerful military man treating a nineteen-year-old young woman as a credible threat to his Empire, but in ANH, it’s very much the case. And with the villain/heroine subtext I rather enjoy envisioning from their little scenes together, it can be quite captivating and unique.

There are a lot of similarly enjoyable pairings in many mahou shoujo series— Usagi and Dimande in Sailor Moon, Ichigo and Kisshu in Tokyo Mew Mew, and all manner of Pretty Cure rarepairs— where young girls simply trying their best are the ultimate key to defeating evil and have an ongoing rivalry/love-hate relationship with the worst of monsters. The subtext in such dynamics is fun to explore just as it popular in fandom to do with many popular male superheroes and their archenemies— Batman and the Joker, for instance.

In fact, even when it comes to the most cliche and stereotypical damsel-in-distress stories, the inciting incident, the villain’s capture of the innocent girl, always comes from his inherent desire for her— whether it be her beauty or status, or some form of obstacle which she presents to his evil plan.

It’s so strange and fascinating to think that these sorts of dynamics, particularly when it comes to ship discourse in fandom, are often decried as “toxic” and “abusive”. It’s not as if there aren’t some very dangerous power dynamics at play— which only makes these relationships that much more fun to explore in fiction— but so too can they truly serve as a power fantasy for women and girls, who are so often told made to feel as if we aren’t important.

Sometimes I just need a villain to chase me across the galaxy and regard me as his “worthy foe”, you know? 🥺🥰

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daddysfangirls-dc · 25 days

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Damian isn't talking. Dick had put more energy into spending more time and communicating with Damian, but he still hadn't said anything to connect with his strange behavior. The others tried following Damian, but it was hard to continue trailing him between work, patrol, and their own cases. So weeks had gone by, and no one had answers. While he is at home, his behavior has returned to normal. His actions during patrol were still erratic. He did his route and cases as usual, but he was also disappearing and turning off his comms. It wasn't enough to involve Bruce yet, but it was still something Barbara flogged and watched. They could do nothing else but watch.

The snow had settled. It was no longer the stunning pure white. Then again, Gotham's snow was never pure white; it was a slush of brown and grey on the ground, and on the roof, it was off-white until his family trampled on them. It reminded him of the time he meant her.

Perched on a rooftop, the streets are below. Tonight, Robin was going solo despite how many people gravitated home to family as the weather grew cold. Everyone was given a solos patrol to cover more ground—everyone except Redhood, who was partnered with Nightwing in Crime Alley. During seasons like these, people got desperate, and rouges got scheming, so no one went in Crime Alley alone.

But Damian, aka Robin, wasn't in Crime Alley. He was in the heights perched high by himself. In the dark, company finally came in the form of a tweeting bird, a robin to be specific, how fitting. Muting his comm he turned to his little friend " Hello" as he held out his finger for her to land. " You shouldn't be here. I'm working. You're distracting me." Hopping off his finger, she shifts to her proper form.

She leans with her arms across the ledge, ignoring the snow. " I'm distracting you?" he doesn't dare look. " will you come visit me once you're done working?"

He sighed deeply. " I don't think that will be possible. I have more family in town, which means more eyes. They'll notice my absence."

Then she sighed. " Okay, I'll visit you then. Is that okay?"

"I'd like that," and with that, she took off in the night sky once again in the form of a robin.

"Is everything okay?" Oracle asked once he turned his coms back on.

"I found a stray in the snow."

"Is it okay?"

"She's fine."

"Good morning," Asta said as Damian slowly woke up. He opened his eyes to find her sitting against his headboard in the nude, petting Titus, whose head was in her lap. Damian slipped out of bed and began his morning routine with an audience of Asta and Titus. " Anything special happening today?"

"Nothing premeditated"

She chuckled as she kissed Titus. " He makes it sound like he's going to commit murder."

"simply expanding your vocabulary."

She and Titus watched him as he did his stretches and breathing exercises. She gave Titus a few more kisses before joining him. The two stretched in silence, Titus watching them. This was their morning routine. It wasn't every morning, but when she was here, and he woke, she'd give whatever pets in his room some affection and then join him in stretches and exercise. After all was said and done she left to patrol and do her day's work or stay and laze the day with Damian. Today was a lazy day.

"So what are we doing today?"

"Nothing specific. My siblings are here, so it would be bothersome to plan something, knowing one of them would inevitably interrupt." Asta nodded along as she watched Damian rant about his sibling through the rest of his morning routine.

After their last conversation, Damian knew he couldn't just approach his family and tell them to be less emotional. He instead presented the idea of exposure therapy, exposing her to his emotional family little by little in hopes of not making her comfortable with their negative emotions but being able to put her in a room without her physically reacting or needing to flee from them. As of right now, she could be in the manor with a full house but could not be in a room with everyone at once. She was doing better.

"you've got nothing either," Tim said. Everyone came together to discuss Damian's case. They all had nothing. Talking to him resulted in nothing, and stalking resulted in less. They were getting nowhere. A group of the world's greatest detectives duped by a teenage boy.

"we're too spread out. We all need to make a choice and stick with it," Barbara said, trying to get everyone on the same page. She was more aware of Damian new behaviors than the others.

"Dick is so desperate to 'talk' it out, knowing how he knows you'll get nowhere. He's not dependent on you as much as you think he is," Tim said, clearly frustrated. " Talk. Go talk. And when you get nothing again, we'll start the real work. And find what the fuck he's hiding. He is not as innocent as you think."

Dick didn't say anything and left the room. He wasn't going to participate in this argument. Tim huffed and sat down dramatically.

Jason chuckled. " You're both so dramatic. He's a teenager, vigilante aside, a teenage boy going through puberty. I don't believe this situation is that serious. I'm actually with Steph on this one."

"Wait, what?"

"Maybe a girl or boy is involved. Can't say it's not possible. Damian CAN talk to people, and this wouldn't be the first time Robin got involved with a civilian." He said, eyeing the whole table, except Duke, a few notable people got uncomfortable.

Although it was extremely rare and frowned upon in some cases, vigilantes did get involved with civilians while in masks. Some relationships were short, only a night, and others were long term and might have resulted in new maks. If this is what is truly happening, they couldn't condemn him for it.

"You seem so sure," Duke said

"It's obvious someone else is involved-"

"You read too many romance novels," Steph said

"Proof me wrong."

"Hey," Dick entered the library to find Damian sitting in a little window nook. Damian acknowledged him with a single nod but didn't look up from his book. Dick didn't really know where to begin, though. "whatcha reading" he tilted the book showing the cover. A book on felines.

Dick also took a moment to observe his younger brother. In the corner of the window nook, legs crossed the book, a bit on the large side, sitting on his knees and one hand behind the book at the small movement of his arm and the small purrs he presumed to pet Alfred. He assumed. But his assumption was obviously wrong as said Felione strolled past them without a care.

"Damian?"

"Yes?"

"What's in your lap?"

"A cat" Dicked looked to where Alferd just passed, then back to Damian, who dropped the book to reveal a black cat in his lap.

Dick sighed and pinched his nose"Damian."

"she's a stray, doesn't like to stay put. She'll be gone by nightfall." Not true. She'd either be in his bed or at their safe house.

"Damian," he hummed in acknowledgment, " We're worried about you." he looked at him confused. " You've been acting strange lately, and no one knows why. Want to tell me what's going on? " Dick says as he sits down across from Damian and his stray friend.

"Strange behaviors?" he questioned as he stroked her fur and petted her.

"mainly on patrol. You turn off your coms, stay in a location for too long, or stray from your route a few times. A few times too many. What's going on, Damian ?"

For a moment, he said nothing, content with just petting her fur. " I didn't know my behavior was alarming. I'm sorry."

"Thank you. But that doesn't explain your behavior." Damian just looked at him with furrowed brows as she purred at his touch. Picking up the kitty, he stands up.

"I have," he says as he returns his book." She has come far, but it makes sense she's very loyal."

So, he was blaming the cat for his concerning behavior. And ... well, Dick believed him. Not entirely; he knew there was more than this cat involved. Now, he didn't doubt the cat's involvement with his much Damian loves animals, but there had to be more. But he knew he wasn't going to get any more from him. While Damian didn't lie, at least he didn't feel like it; he knew he didn't tell the whole truth. And if he still wasn't talking to him, he wasn't going to.

"She sure is," he says, reaching to pet the cat. Damian skillfully moved and dodged his hand. Dick watched as he coddled her to his chest, Disappeared out of the library. It appeared they would be going with Tim's stalking plan.

"They're on to us," Asta giggled as she flopped on the bed after shifting back. Damian takes a seat at his desk.

"We're going to have to be more careful."

She noticed that he was serious." What does that mean? Do you want me to go?"

"No," Damian jumped up. " I just mean that we need to be more careful. More aware of our surroundings and those around us."

"That's a lot of people, considering all your siblings are here. Here, as in the manor. I can stay at the apartment. Plus, there has been drama in the narrows. I should be closer to help."

Damian 'TT' as he sat down in defeat. Standing up, she approaches him, running her fingers through his hair. He leans into her touch, it was gentle and warm. " I want you... here. I want you here."

"I'm sorry," she said as she kissed his forehead. He leaned into her lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. He hummed as she pressed her lips against his. She sighed as she pulled away. "You'll know where to find me."

Asta left first, going to handle business in the narrow. Someone treated the prostitutes not so nicely; the culprit was found and delivered to the police missing an important appendage, but the girls were safe, and that's all that mattered. Those who were hurt were at the clinic, and those who weren't were warned and told to be safe.

Asta and her organization were now working to create a specific and safe area for the workers. They were even looking into collaborating with Red Hood's gang. She was working on a proposal. When she heard knocking on the window, looking up, she saw Robin in all his glory outside the window, and she rushed to open the window.

"Are you alright? Did something happen?"

"I'm fine. Nothing happened. What are you doing?" He looked past her to see a map, papers, a bunch of highlighters, and pens.

"Helping sex workers. Making plans," She says as she climbs out the window, joining him on the fire escape. "Some douchebag that likes beating on women. He's at the hospital and with the police now. But I realized that the girls need more protection. And kids can't provide the protection they need. The protection Red Hood provided his girls 24/7 security."

Robin listens as Asta explains her plans to collaborate with Hood. As he listened his eyes raked over her body. Despite it being winter, she wore a mini white sundress and a collar he had gifted her. She stopped talking, she seemly leaned back and let his gaze from his seat on the steps.

"You're a distraction," Robin whispers

"Well, that's not fair you bought me this dress." she picked at the hem with a small smile

"that I did."

"And I didn't ask for you to be here. You're here of your own free will. And you can leave at any time."

Robin 'TT'. She was right about everything. He chooses to buy that dress and that collar. He chose to come see her tonight. And he chose to stay. It was a choice, and he made them all. She was a choice.

The night was slow. His brothers could handle it.

"you're still here," she whispered as she tugged on the collar tags; he just smirked. Asta smirked, and she crawled towards him until they were inches apart. He reaches forward, brushing some hair out of her face.

" Hi," she whispered. She giggled as he brushed her bottom lip with his thumb.

Suddenly, he grabbed the back of her head, and their lips connected. They could never get over how soft their lips were. Asta pulled away slightly to breathe; he chased her lips again, this time with tongue, and she let him freely explore her mouth. Let him have control. His tongue is delicate as he takes his time invading her. It was a new experience, a new sensation for her, having someone else's tongue in her mouth. But it felt good. Her inexperience rounding its head, he catches her by surprise again, his lips wrapping around the tip of her tongue and lightly sucking. She lets out a small moan.

Robin quickly pulled away.

"Sorry," Asta says breathlessly. "No, no, I got carried away. Forgot about our surroundings for a moment."

Robin was also catching his breath, wiping his palms on his pants. " I should return to patrol."

"Yes, yes, of course," Asta said as she stood up. Robin closed his eyes as she stood up. Robin closed his eyes as she stood directly in front of him in her mini-dress. She quickly apologized and backed away. He quickly stood up after her. "Bye," she quickly said, then dove into the apartment. Once she was gone, Robin sat for another minute or two before he, too, finally got up and left.

"He's going to see us, and then he's going to kill us."

"He's a bit preoccupied, Red Robin, as he, Spoiler, and the Orphan crouched on a roof hidden as they watched Robin with a girl on a fire escape.

The girl was sitting on the floor across from Robin, who was seated on the steps. He was holding onto part of the railing above him. They were talking. The way they were positioned, Red Robin couldn't see Robin's mouth, but he could see part of the girl's mouth and could read/understand only a few words, with his lip reading skill, not enough to fully understand the contents they were speaking in. Red Hood and prostitutes were mentioned, but he didn't understand the contents of their conversation.

Orphan observed their body language but said nothing besides "friendly." Whatever she saw satisfied her enough for her to step back. "What are they doing?"

"I don't-oh"

They watched as the girl crawled across the floor and kissed Robin. " Alright, that's enough." they watched as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

"And you said Damian couldn't get a girl," Spoiler said. They watched them for a long time, uncomfortable. When Robin and the girl finally pulled apart, their farewell was quick. The girl dipped back inside, closing the window. Robin sat on the steps with his head down for a few minutes before he got up and returned to patrol.

"Looks like Jason was right," Spoiler teased as Red Robin purposely ignored her. While Red looked unpleased and dissatisfied, he was actually relieved knowing that the league wasn't involved and amused that he was actually doing something his age but also a bit uncertain as he didn't know who this girl was. Was she a civilian or someone more? He was going to find out. He'd know all her by tomorrow sunrise.

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wonieleles · 2 years

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project: stay single — fifteen : the idiots’ dilemma

word count: 613 ! (screenshots below!)

something strange had been happening to jungwon recently.

he found himself staring at his lab partner more often, searching for her in the halls when he normally rushes to his next class, and he even focuses more on her in chemistry class than the lecture.

now the average person would’ve classified this as having feelings for someone, but jungwon was never quite average. he did entertain the idea for a little bit before declaring it absurd since he “never likes anyone that way.” so instead, jungwon told himself that this issue was simply him being burnt out from school. yes, that had to be right.

although now that he figured out the reason behind his recently odd behavior, he couldn’t quite figure out how to fix it, nor did he know exactly why he needed to. so for the first time in his life, yang jungwon was stuck. he was fighting a battle with himself; his head and heart were giving him two completely different explanations, and he wasn’t sure if the one he was trying to convince himself was right. especially, when his mind was filled with rushed, panicked thoughts over something happening to y/n after looking at her tweets. because who worries this much over a lab partner (or casual friend but even that was odd).

but still, here he was, standing right next to the girl’s locker first thing in the morning, waiting for her to stop by so he could put his mind at ease.

park y/n never imagined she’d have to face jungwon the moment she entered school, especially not after what happened last night. perhaps that’s why she decided to run away the second she saw him waiting for her. she did feel guilty about avoiding him when he seemed so desperate to talk to her, but the embarrassment of facing him after what happened outweighed any guilt (even though he probably didn’t even want to talk to her about that).

“hey, my love,” wonyoung greeted her best friend, putting an arm around y/n’s shoulders. after getting no response from her usually noisy friend, she studied her to see what was wrong. “help, why are you so deep in thought? omg and why are you carrying all your textbooks?” wonyoung questioned the girl’s peculiar behavior.

“oh, hi wony,” y/n responded, finally noticing the girl.

“yeah, hi? are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“oh, nothing much. just saw yang jungwon waiting next to my locker this morning, and so i decided that exercising my arm muscles is perfect for today.”

“wait, why was he there?”

“no clue, but i was just scared it might be because of sunghoon’s tweet,” y/n shivered at the thought.

“okay, not that it isn’t a valid reason, but honestly, i don’t think he would’ve cared. i mean you didn’t even look bad in that pic, and he probably didn’t even see it. so maybe it’s about something else, like the chem homework or something,” wonyoung rationalized in an attempt to calm down her best friend.

“yeah because the smartest kid in our grade definitely needs my help in chemistry,” y/n deadpanned.

“okay, maybe that isn’t as likely. but he probably did want to ask you about something else, so don’t worry too much,” wonyoung tried again.

“you’re right, but you know what, that sounds like a future me problem,” y/n said with a grin, and wonyoung couldn’t help but chuckle at her friend’s antics. but y/n was right, it was indeed a future her problem; just one problem, the future came a lot sooner than she expected for she underestimated jungwon’s persistent personality.

synopsis: when being the youngest and only girl of the park household, strict parents and overprotective brother and cousins are a given. therefore, park y/n sworn off dating until she enters college (not that she had much of a choice). but when the awkward but terribly cute yang jungwon is placed in her lab group, she finds herself wanting to break the number one rule in her family—no dating till college. or maybe they could be just friends, right?

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shittykawagirl97 · 1 year

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1899 and Black Silence: plagiarism or not plagiarism?

The funniest thing on the internet right now is the accusation of plagiarism towards 1899, and I say it sarcastically.

Yesterday my boyfriend sent me the Reddit post about Mary Cagnin accusing 1899 and Netflix of plagiarism, not only because I am a fan of the series but because I am studying Communications and contemporary media for creative industries at university.

After I approached the news as a fan, I recollect my emotions –plagiarism is a huge deal for someone in my field of study – and I approached it with analytical eyes.

First of all, I went to read Mary Cagnin's tweets. While reading them, they seemed based on true accusations but the thing that didn't add up was the fact that she approached the situation in a very strange way: if I will ever notice that a worldwide TV show was based on my work without my consent, fuck all, I'm going to call my lawyer and put down that show whatever it takes. It was strange for me that she didn't do that and just decided to post it on Twitter.

At this point, I had only one thing to do, go and read Black Silence to see what were the similarities myself. Spoiler from here on.

1) The pyramid. There is a pyramid in both shows but that's where the similarities stop. The pyramid in 1899 is a device to control the end of the simulation, in which the characters find themselves. In the comic, the pyramid is a monolith nearer Kubrick's 2001: A space Odessy monolith than 1899's black pyramid.

2) The triangles in the eyes of the character. Yes, this point is very similar, I have to say it, but it's totally different altogether. In Black Silence, the triangles appear when the character becomes entirely subjugated to the Black pyramid voices, they start to lose control of who they are and do. In 1899 the pyramid only flashes in the eyes of the character only for a few seconds when the simulation tries to wake them up, tries to make them feel that something is wrong with where they are. (I interpreted it this way.)

3) Multinational crew and space setting. Both works have these, such as Star Trek, Doctor Who, Battlestar Galactica, Stargate, and whatever sci-fi tv show you can think about. They are two fucking tropes that everyone who writes science fiction use, I'm writing a thesis about Star Trek and how its multinational crew in space was a social shock in 1966's America and 1976's Italy. Repeat after me: "USING SIMILAR TROPES IS NOT PLAGIARISM", even so in this context.

Black Silence's crew is multinational but they were selected based on individual fields of expertise and they communicate in the same language because they need to communicate for the good of the mission. In 1899 the crew is multinational for chance, at least at the start of the show. They board a ship to go to America and the languages they know are the ones they needed during their life. Multinationalism and multilingualism in 1899 are a disadvantage for everyone and everything, it studies the language barriers and what they implicate in the society.

As I said before, almost every sci-fi tv show has a space setting. Did we have to call plagiarism on everyone? No, because it's only a setting that anyone can use whenever he/she/them wants. If we want to point fingers at all costs: 1899's final is so much more similar to the ending of the USA version of Life on Mars (2008) than Black Silence.

4) The deaths. Now, what can I say about this? That Black Silence death remembers me more of Doctor Who's "42" (3x07) death than 1899? The suicides in the comic are real for the character, they die at that moment and do not come back. In 1899 they are literally deleting strings of a program, they moving files to the waste bin: the simulation has finished and they are deleting all the data to start again.

5) The symbols. In 1899 the triangles are comparable to machine code, it's a language used to communicate while being in a simulation. The Black Silence symbols aren't explained and personally, I thought of Doctor Who's "The Impossible Planet" (2x08) when I saw them drawn.

In conclusion, no, 1899 is not copied off Black Silence. Do they have similar tropes and aesthetic choices? Yes, but that's not plagiarism. Or is the comic creator's distress caused by the show. There are a lot of stories based on spaceships, whit multinational crews and can I skip how many times the triangle and the pyramids are used in sci-fi? Just to mention one movie, Stargate (1994) where the spaceship is a pyramid that came to Earth a lot of time ago, aliens possess human bodies and the triangle is the symbol of the Earth.

You can't stay on social media and believe everything you read as true without searching for information on that topic.

I don't really know why the author tweeted about this. I have my theories, but they are that and nothing more. What really scares me about the situation is the people's reactions.

You can't spread hate like it's salt on fried potatoes.

You have an entire universe in your hand every single day, use it with caution, please. On the other side of your screen there are still real people with emotions.

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year

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Forgive Me

Media IRL X High Fantasy

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Dark + Sexy

Concept 'You Will Give Me Y/n'

Warnings Violence / mentions of rape / sexy (Not explicit smut but sexy times are mentioned)

I woke as usual to the sound of the birds tweeting their morning song, the sound of rain battering all that lay upon this earth. I sat up and pushed my warm cotton covers and furs off me climbing out of bed and adjusting my cotton nightie as I did. I stepped across the dark stone over to the sculpted steps of the tub I filled it with water from the large tap and climbed in making sure to scrub up and down my body all while listening to the rain battering the windows of the castle. Once I was done with my bath I climbed out to be met but the handmaid's they greeted me with quiet smiles and helped me dress for the day into my new impressive emerald dress it was comfortable and beautiful having been made only days before for the occasion and they sat me at my vanity mirror brushing my hair and doing what little makeup was needed. They pulled my hair back into a long four-strand braid down my back the end wrapped with a green thislewick flower. They took my usual half-moon tiara of brushed gold ivy shapes and green amazonite, malachite and bloodstone. Once done I headed out of my room and thought the dark castle halls and corridors often seeing the harsh rain attack the windows mercilessly, the garden taking the worst of it.

I arrived in the throne room causing silence as I often did the court split down the throne room floor leading a perfect path for me to the throne where my father sat sword in hand.

I smiled and made my way to the throne's steps bowing low as I arrived there.

He offered his hand so I happily took it and he gave my hand a little kiss

"It's time like this. I am reminded just how blessed you are. Your mother gave you every morsel of her beauty. Come stand with me while we wait for your sister"

I nodded and moved to stand beside the throne as we waited soon enough my sister arrived in her own new dress of deep blue she gave me an evil look but I did my best to ignore her as father delt with the business at hand I listened where I needed too but mostly watching at the rain died down out the windows. I couldn't help noticing my sister often glaring at me, well my half-sister we shared a father but different mothers, her mother a royal from the south my father's first marriage for the politics of the kingdom, my mother his second wife a princess of the north that he married for love. We had both lost our mothers but she seemed to never lose her distaste for me, as we had aged it had only grown worse. I had always done my best to be civil with her which only seemed to enrage her more that I refused to react.

Soon after all the business had been attended to a guard came through

"He has arrived your grace"

"AHH perfect. Come along girls let's go and greet our guest" he says getting up so I tried to follow behind him with my sister but she stood on my foot forcing me to hang back and walk behind her I didn't react there sad no point so I followed them both out of the Thorne room down the corridor out the entryway and onto the grey stone steps of the castle. The cobblestone street stretching out from the castle steps lined by the small brick houses had all been rebuilt hundred times so all had the sharp strangeness of rescued bricks the streets were lined with the city folk all being held back by the guards but all of them eager to get a look. As the army arrived. The army and king arriving today was the heir to the king of the west, we had long been at war with the western kingdom as it was the only one not yet unified under my father the king we had long been at war with them even if there had been times of peace however brief. But soon there would be peace. It had been agreed long before this moment that my sister would marry the heir to the Throne, she had been of age for four years now so long I had become of age since. But there were dealings being struck. At last, he was to come to our castle, spend a year with her and marry her once the year was up, a common custom in our kingdoms.

His army marched in on high alert and making a show of it making sure flags were flown high, drums beat loud and the army looked as strong and intimidating as possible. They filled through the streets in an organized fashion making sure not to leave a stone un marched on. Until I saw him.

He sat atop his jet-black horse, riding amongst but above his men. No guards around him to protect him.

It had been years since I saw him, the last insane him was his visit years ago with his father when the deal was first stuck I was merely a girl of nine then even if then he was old enough to marry. But he had changed so much aged like fine tamlend wine. He sat on his horse in tall riding boots, black pants that hugged him tightly, a leather belt and waist harness with a large leather strap around his waist buckled tightly and straps that went up and over his shoulders and across his upper back each dyed red, with his black slightly billowy shirt that only reached his elbows and was untied at his chest revealing a light chain of gold, it all very much reflected the colours of his kingdom's flag. Sword at his side dagger on his thigh and a cape of red hung from his shoulders and down to his horse. He controlled the horse one-handed and confidently held his head high without even looking to the ground below once his attention was utterly on the castle before him. He stopped his horse at the steps and climbed down leaving his Cape on the horse's saddle before sauntering his way up the steps to my father.

"Your grace" he bowed with a slight cocky smile

"Prince Thomas, I presume? Grown since I last saw you"

"Haven't we all"

"True. Your men are impressive"

"They are trained to be. No point having an army of there not impressive" he says "My father begs your forgiveness he isn't well though it best to remain"

"Understandable it's a long trip at his age. Well welcome to Helios. I'll make sure the staff begin unpacking your things into your suite"

"Thank you. It's a pleasure to return."

"If I may present my eldest daughter Ilisya" he smiled taking my sister by the hand to introduce them to one another

"Your grace" she bowed

"It's a pleasure my dear. I'm sure we'll have ample time to spend together once in settled" he told her keeping a fair space between them

My father let go of my sister's hand as she was very much silently cooing over our guest and my father took my hand gently "And if I may present my youngest daughter Y/n" he smiled bringing me forward I smiled gently and bowed slightly

"Your grace"

"Y/n?" He chuckled

"Yes your grace"

"Hu. You uhh you have certainly changed since last I was here"

"As have you, your grace"

"Forgive me, my lady"

"It's quite alright"

"I'm sure we'll be able to catch up while I'm here" he smiled

"That sounds lovely" I smiled

My father ushered him inside and my sister quickly followed so I made my way behind them the men went to discuss business as always and my sister and I went our own way but the moment we were inside the castle and out of sight she grabbed my hair hard

"Oww!"

"What was that?"

"What?"

"What was that? Smiling at him"

"Would you rather I be rude?"

"He's my betrothal. Not yours. You don't even have a betrothal because your father knows you're worthless. Eyes off my husband" she demanded before she marched off to the drawing room with her ladies. I simply fixed myself up and went to the library as usual spending my day buried in the mountains of books.

I had mostly stayed in the library I didn't want to get in my sister's way, so I sat in the large chair by the fire book in hand when I heard the door I looked and saw it was Thomas and he was alone.

"Oh excuse me I don't mean to disturb you, my lady"

"It's alright, the library is more than big enough for the both of us"

"If it's alright with you"

"Of course." I smiled he went and chose himself a book coming and sitting in the chair across from me still close to the fire

"You've grown. Since last, I was here"

"It was a long time ago"

"It was. You were just a little girl then, you’re a lady now" he says "Forgive me. Too forward I know"

"It's alright. You’re to be my brother In law, your family. You've changed too nothing like I remember you"

"Situations change. With my father getting weaker I've had to…pick up the slack as it were. It changes you to have power no matter how small"

"I can imagine it weighs heavily"

"Heavier than you can imagine"

"Still it'll be nice for you to have some time away"

"Will it?" He sighed "I've been here a week and frankly I'm already bored of spending time with your sister"

"How so?" I giggled

"Oh my god, she doesn't shut up does she?"

"She has a habit of running her mouth longer than she should"

"I wouldn't mind so much if she had something to say. Yesterday I spend twenty-five minutes listening to her talk about fabric."

"It's what thrills her"

"Ummm"

"What do you think of her?"

"I've only known her a week. But… she seems very much like an heiress"

"How so?"

"Like a princess who's always been an heir. Always had her life decided so never bothered to build a personality. She didn't need personality or relationships or intelligence. She was heir from birth and never bothered making anything else"

"I'd say that's true." I nodded "Weren't you born an heir?"

"It's different for boys, especially in our kingdom. Heir or not you still have to raise an army of your own. Still have to learn your way same as anyone else. Girls, you’re born into the world as heirs with one purpose to be married off and bear children some of you don't see beyond that."

"Guess I never cared much not an heir, it gives a quiet freedom"

"I can imagine so" he nods "You know she's already named our children?"

"Has she?"

"Yep. Petrov and Marcela"

"Ohh"

"I hate it too" he laughed making me break and giggle too

"She's prepared and waited her whole life for this"

"I hope she mellows a little before our wedding god knows I won't be able to put up with her if she doesn't"

"Well if you need time away the library is always open"

"Thank you y/n."

I sat on the small stone bench under the ivy-covered arch in the garden watching the rain fall on the flowers, trees and statues of the castle garden. Slightly humming a tune to myself.

I heard quick footsteps on the grass and soon enough saw Thomas,

"My lady" he smiled using his coat to protect himself from the rain "may I?"

"Of course" I smiled

So he happily ducked under and sat with me "What are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same question"

"I had intended to take your sister on a riding date."

"Sounds romantic"

"It might have been, she blew me off because of the rain"

"Sorry about that, she doesn't like rain, or really riding,"

"I can tell. It's becoming increasingly difficult to find common ground with her. Like fighting for bed space with a hibernating bear" he explained making me giggle

"How so?"

"I keep trying desperately for a little bit of common space but she seems to refuse to move a single inch. Just last week she was talking about her sewing so I offered a date together where I helped her do some embroidery. No, she doesn't want me in the drawing room with her that's her time with her girls. I offered a date up to the tower to stargaze but no she wants to be in bed by nine, I offered a date down to the beach she said no it was too hot."

"Sorry to hear that, did she at least suggest an alternative?"

"She said she likes modelling her dresses. I swear I have to look at another blue dress and hear about its beautiful double stitching again. They can shove This whole arrangement" he says "Forgive me. I shouldn't be bad-mouthing your sister"

"She pulls my hair when she knows we've been talking"

"She does?"

"Umm, my sister and I don't have much common ground either. I have been in your position I spent half my childhood trying to find common ground with her in the end I gave up."

"Understandable. She doesn't like you she often speaks of it"

"That's her choice at least she has an opinion"

"True" he chuckled "You didn't answer? Why are you out here?"

"I like the rain. I like the garden. I like seeing it all together"

"Me too" he smiled "It's a beautiful place, I see why you like it here." He says we talked about the garden for a good while about the trees and flowers and all the care that goes into the garden honestly we'd had a lot of chats like this at dinner and in the library we always found something to discuss "can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course, it'll be between us and the flowers"

He chuckled a moment before he slightly moved on the bench closer to me "Somedays, I wish I was marrying you."

"You - you do?"

"I Do. Very much. Even last night I dreamt of it." He says "that I was marrying you, and we'd be spending our days snuggled in the library by the fire with a good book between us, going for walks in the gardens and knitting together in the parlour"

"I uhh I didn't know you saw me there"

"I always see you there," he says his voice slightly hushed “I dream of it often these cold nights”

“Should be careful of your grace, you dream of something more than once it's destined to become true.”

“I wish it was” he says "it goes against everything I swore, all the duties I promised I'd adhere to, against my father's wishes. But it seems I'm falling in love with you, and that is something I simply cannot deny"

"May I tell you a secret?"

"Of course my lady"

"I fear I may feel the same," I told him "Perhaps if things were different, we'd be a very perfect and happy couple"

"I'm sure we would be" he smiled

"I should get back, besides my sister will do far more than pull my hair she knew we were alone together"

"Of course, enjoy the rest of your day y/n"

"You too Thomas" I smiled getting up from the bench and heading out into the rainy garden but I barely got beyond the roses before he grabbed my arm forcing me to face him in the rain thunder cracking across the grey sky

"Forgive me my lady" he says leaning down and kissing me so softly yet so passionately I immediately melted into the kiss which he took as his sign to continue pulling me close cradling me in his arms as we gently kissed, I was the first to pull away even if I merely pulled back from his lips and little else

"You have no need to apologize," I whispered against his cracked lips "I have to go." I quickly reminded taking a step back

"Of course, don't let me keep you' he nods turning slightly red "Perhaps I'll see you later?"

"Perhaps" I smiled, giving him a quick kiss before I rushed inside to my room.

I laid so very comfortably on the long sofa in the library, I laid on my stomach but slightly sat up, Thomas below me leant up with his back completely against the high side of the sofa his arms around me so softly, the fire burning sweetly all that lit the library at all, his hands playing with my hair as our slow sensual kisses continued often forcing small pleasurable groans from his lips the only sound I could hear other then the fires crackling was our sweet kisses.

I pulled back slightly breathless as our kiss had gotten a little more intense "We shouldn't" I reminded him

"I know. I know" he cooes running his finger down my nose then stroking across my lips "I should go back. But I can't bare to leave you angel" he Cooes giving me soft little kisses, soon enough our little kisses turned back into our slow and seductive kisses from moments ago

"You need to go or you'll get in trouble"

"I'm already in trouble." He chuckled trying to kiss me again

"What for?"

"I dared question the princess's dress choice."

"Ooohh why?"

"Because I had planned for us to go riding through the olonox caves and she picked a ball gown"

"That doesn't seem practical."

"That's what I said. But she got mad and we didn't go at all." He sighed "It's fine though at least I get the afternoon snuggled on here with you"

"I suppose but you should go and apologize you know what she gets like"

"No, she can apologize to me for once. Till then I'm sure I know something to do to occupy my time" he smirked "hummm?" He suggested rubbing his nose on my own

"Just don't blame me if she's still grumpy with you tomorrow" I smiled giving him a soft kiss

“I won’t” He smirked pulling me closer

I stood in my room utterly red and flustered as he held me in his arms, we had been meeting in the library and the gardens regularly finding privet spots were we couild cuddle and kiss but tonight was different, a harsh storm attacked the castle walls and most had hunkered down and locked themselves away with meer candlelight to keep them sane, At a time like this it would be assumed betrothals would snuggle together to keep one another safe but Thomas had gone to my sister and found her with her sewing girls in no need or want of his protection, so he had come to my room "we shouldn't. You shouldn't even be in here" I told him

'I know, tell me to go. Ask me to go angel"

"Why?"

"Because you know I'll stay of you don't"

"We can't, you're even forbidden from… being in my sister's room and you're engaged to her. Let alone my room"

"I know. We could get in so much trouble if someone found us… here together" he smirked "Tell me go to. Before I beg you to let me stay," he says stroking across my dress

"We shouldn't, things have gone far enough"

"I'm not sure I can stop myself"

"I'm not sure I can ask you to stop"

"Say the word my angel. And you can have me" he whispered against my lips

"I- i-" I stuttered "Yes" I whispered

The moment I did he pulled me tightly to his body gripping my body through my thin dress and kissing me intensely I tightened my grip on him too before he picked me up and carried me to my bed dropping me there and crawling between my legs to continue our kisses till he pulled back gasping fast

"Ummm I want to. So badly angel. But we really can't."

"You want to?" I blushed

"Uummmm so badly angel. I want to. I want you. But there's far more we can do that won't risk my lady's reputation at court" he smirked, that was the first night we spent together utterly in each others arms like never before, and it was far from our last, we did everything we could often what was called the betrothal snuggle as it was often done by those engaged but not yet married, everything but the main event as to keep pure for the wedding night. This became our regular days we’d spend the days together cuddled and snuggled in hidden spots in the castle then under cover of darkness he’d sneak through the castle halls to my chamber and we’d be in each other's arms all night, often waking up together and having to watch him get dressed and scamper off to meet with my sister for breakfast.

I sat in the library my book in my hand my head against thomas' chest as he read his own book his arm around me, I smiled a little and nuzzled a little closer to keep warm he smiled moving the blanket closer over us and kissing my head "shouldn't you be with my sister?"

"Hummm I am"

"How so?"

"She thinks we're playing hide and seek in the castle. She thinks I'm really good at it"

"What if she finds us?"

"She never checks here." He chuckled "We'll be fine angel"

Suddenly there was a knock at the door he sighed and give me a kiss before we separated putting a fair bit of space between us him moving to a completely different part of the library by the window

"Come in" I called and the door opened to a messenger

"What is it?" Thomas asked

"Your father sir." He says handing over the letter and scampering away I quickly put my book down and got up going over but giving him space as he read

"My father is dead."

"Ohh Thomas I'm so sorry"

"It's okay. Been expecting this for a while" he says

"I suppose that… makes you king now"

"I suppose it does." He smiled "and I can think of my first order of business as King” he says setting the letter on the table, he locked the library door and quickly took me in his arms I assumed for one of our usual snuggles or perhaps even our bed chamber sessions but no he laid me on the rug in front of the fire and slowly but passionately we kissed, and our kisses turned to touching, our touching far more intense until nothing and no secrets remained between us, as we made love on the library rug “Forgive me my angel”

“Its alright Thomas. Not quite the reaction to grief one expects” I giggled making him laugh too

“No, But If I am king now I want the first thing I do to be to make love to the women I love. Regardless of the betrothals arranged this moment, I want it with you” he cooes “I am very happy my first act as king was to…take your innocence, and give you my own”

“You could hadly tell” I smiled giving him a kiss

“Well somebodies let me have lots of practice” he smirked

I did my best to hide my blush I stood in my usual green dress besides my father and his throne, My sister on his other side with Thomas beside her as we all dealt with court business I couldn’t help my glances at him and he too couldn’t help his own at me which only made it harder not to blush given my sister whenever possible mentioning her upcoming wedding, which only amused us both given I had spent last night and most of this morning bouncing on his cock in my bed chamber.

When two men came to the court to give their grievances,

“My king” One bowed

“State your business”

“It’s about Mondlay bridge your grace.”

Immediately I held my breath

“Mondaly bridge? That’s under the western land” Thomas remind my father given Thomas’ father was gone he was now king of the west meaning Mondlay Bridge was his land, not my father's but this had been a point of contention for many years one of the spots had been thought over for decades

“That’s why I am here your grace” the second man spoke up and they explained what the issue was, and it was just as I had suspected.

The Mondlay bridge was always a spot on the map that we fought over as it went across the Mondlay river that separated the west and the rest of the land, The bridge the only way to cross it, the river was essential water supply for both kingdoms and the bridge essential for trade between the kingdoms one mans farm was pushing too close to the bridge a neutral agreed area and the other man was blaming the other’s house for also being to close. It seems so trivial but what it meant was that both our lands now approached a neutral area which could be seen by either side as an act of movement and there for the potential for the stealing of land which would be classed as an act of war.

It started as a debate between the two farmers and my father broke it up

“I’m sure we can come to an understanding, perhaps for simplicity one simply takes on the bridge” My father suggested

“They can’t just take on the bridge the bridge is a neutral map point if one takes it, it’ll create an unfair balance”

“Well, we’ll all soon be the same kingdom anyway what does it matter?”

“It matters because that bridge is the edge of our borders. I don’t have the power to give him the bridge and neither do you, you give either that bridge its neutral movement”

“Well the river belongs to us”

“Like hell it does!”

“Don’t raise your voice to me boy!”

“Boy! I am the king of the western kingdom!”

“Then be a king and be diplomatic”

“Oh forgive me never was my strong point being diplomatic over illegal land hand outs what are close to war!”

“You want a war? A real war? I’ll give you a war, all of the kingdoms under my rule against you. You think you’d last a week”

“You think you would?” he asked “You want a war. I’ll give you one. Winner takes all and bends the knee to the king”

“Thomas-” My sister tried to interfere

“You already swore to me the moment you agreed to wed my daughter”

“Like hell, I did! Keep your daughter and the bridge. I’ll see you on the battlefield” he says My sister did try and stop him but he pushed her away and marched off into the castle

“Go on go! We’ll see who bends first you little shit!” my father yelled

My sister ran off angrily given father basically just sent her husband away with the threats of war.

I too left not wanting to deal with the madness to follow and sheepishly I went to his chamber already his guards blocked the door

“Get lost princess” one told me

“Please just let me see him”

“Wait that’s y/n?” he asked from within

“Yes sir.”

“Let her in”

“Sir-”

“I said let her in!” the guards moved and let me inside seeing him angrily directing his staff to pack up the room

“Its true your really going?”

“I have to. I imagine it hard for you-”

“I understand, I think my father was wrong to simply assume he could handle it so simply”

He smiled giving my forehead a kiss “You’re such a clever girl”

I blushed a little “You’re really going?”

“Men of the West don’t let their men fight their wars my angel, if we go to war we sit at the front always” he says “I was a fool, I said things I shouldn’t have. In the heat of it all”

“Until one bends the knee was a bit intense Thomas.”

“Well, at least we’ll get it sorted. One way or another” he says as many of his staff took his things to prepare to leave, leaving us alone in his chamber “Come with me.”

“What?”

“Come with me, I can have the staff back your things within the hour we can be on the road by sunset. You can stay in the Vantis castle with me, the royal bed chamber might just be big enough for the two of us” he cooes holding my hand “I promise I’ll keep my best fighters behind to protect you”

“....I want to Thomas, really I do”

“Then come with me.”

“I can’t. It would break my father's heart. I’m sorryThomas but I have to stay here”

“If that’s really what you want”

“It's not. But I have no choice.”

He nods giving my lips a soft kiss “When we come for the castle, I promise no harm will come to you. So long as you’ll wait for me?”

“I promise” I smiled giving him a gentle kiss he pulled back and wiped my tear struggling to hide his own before he went to the bag he was to take with him the last of them in the room

“Here,” he says offering me a small red velvet box I took it and carefully opened it, it was a beautiful silver ring no gems but sculpted so intricately it was beyond beautiful “it was my mothers, I was suppose to give it to Ilisya apon my arrival. Instead, I saved it. wear it until I return”

“I can’t-”

“Please, Ilisya doesn't know about it neither does your father you won’t get into any trouble, please”

“I will wear it always, and think of you” I smiled he had to wipe a tear away before taking it from the box and slipping it on my finger

“I pray it won’t be long before I see you again. And when I do I swear I’ll make you my bride” he says giving my lips one final kiss before he took his bag and headed out to join his men.

I did as he asked and wore the ring always, no one ever asked about it far too much was going on. We had been at war for a good six months now and casualties were high on both sides, I was fearful but did my best to smile for my father as it always gave him hope. I don’t know really what I wanted if my father won, Thomas would have to bend the knee unifying the kingdom but he’d surely be imprisoned if not worse. If Thomas won my father would have to bend the knee giving up all our controlled lands in the north, south and east giving us again a unified king but I don’t know what would happen then to my father, Perhaps the best case was for thomas to win atleast then i’d see him again and perhaps he’d be merciful on my father for me. Even though I hadn’t seen Thomas I still spoke to him regularly, at first it was a secret messenger now a black raven who would come to my window with small parchment scrolls that we’d send back and forth to each other writing the sweetest of letters about how we missed each other and all the things we’d do once the war was over all of which of course I kept secret.

I had hidden myself away as best I could the city was under attack and our men were being slaughtered I knew it would only be a matter of time before they reached the castle and I wasn’t sure of the fate that awaited me, My sister had already hidden herself down in the dungeons with her sewing girls in hope the strong walls and bars would protect them, I had hidden myself in the upper part of the throne room as I wanted to know if anything would happen as soon as it did, even if I had a dagger in hand just incase. As I remember the fate of the princesses of the east when we arrived to take their castle. The three younger girls were slaughtered and the two elder princesses were chained, stripped and raped by the whole army. I know Thomas said I’d be safe but that was a while ago and honestly, if his men broke the castle who would be here to stop them. I saw my father standing protecting the throne with a few of his men when I heard the door being busted though and the western men rushed in swords in hand, I held my dagger closely incase I was to need it. And I saw him, thomas came in stepping confidently onto the stone floor much like how I first saw him but more rugged and strained from his time at war and of course having just fought his way in with his men.

“You little shit” my father complained drawing his sword

“Miss me?” Thomas smirked,

My father sent his guards after him but it was nothing to Thomas like trampling a daisy in his wake, leaving him and my father at ends of the throne room floor.

I had to look away as men rushed up the corridor egar to attack it was hard given they had long swords and I had a dagger but I kept them at bay even if it cost me a cut on the arm until they saw my hand and moved back rushing past seeming to now utterly ignore me. By the time I looked back thomas and my father were both bloody fighting in the centre of the room below the iron chandelier shouting at each other.

“You war moungering little shit! You’ve taken everything from me! You’ve destroyed my kingdom! And my home! Is that not enough for you”

“No. you expected me to bow like a damn dog to your power, I have sown you all your alligences, all the power you thought you had is worthless against me!”

“What more do you want from me? I opened my home to you, I gave you my daughter”

“I defiled your daughter!”

“y-You WHAT!” he screamed attacking him so much he knocked him to the floor but he held his ground

“I defiled your daughter! I took her innocence”

“Before you’d even married her. You sick little shit!”

“Hummm wrong daughter!” he smirked knocking my father off his feet

“No… no! Not my y/n! Tell me you did not touch her!” “I did far more than touch her.” “She is an angel!”

“She’s my angel. I fucked her innocence away”

“YOU BASTARD!” He screamed attacking him again “You defiled my daughter! Not only are you a traitor. A murderer. You're a rapist too”

“She welcomed it. Let me take her willingly and opened her legs far more after that too”

“Say it isn’t true. Not my little girl”

“She’s my angel. And she took me to heaven and back a thousand times. I never so much as touched Ilisya”

“You only say this to hurt me! It will not work. You will never have this throne! I’d see it burn before I saw you sit there”

“You won’t have to see it.” he says forcing my father to his feet bleeding heavily “I offer you a deal. Give your life here and now and I will unify the kingdom by sitting on that throne and the world will remember you as the king who tried to prevent peace.”

“Or what?”

“Or I can let you live.”

“What price do you put on my life?”

“I will take the throne after you are dead, and our kingdoms will unify”

“But?”

“But. you will give me y/n”

“To what end?”

“I will take her. As my bride. And as future queen”

“And if I don’t agree?”

“Then I will kill you. Right here, right now and I will wed her anyway. The choice I’m giving you is simply your blessing for your life.” he says “A chance to live out the rest of your miserable life, to see your daughters again, and to meet your grandchildren. Or die. And watch it all from above”

“I’d rather die.”

“Suit yourself”

“No!” I shouted scurrying down to them

“Y/n!” Thomas smiled immediately taking me into his arms and kissing me “I’ve missed you so much”

“I’ve missed you too, but please If you love me grant him mercy”

“For you. Of course” he nods “You may have mercy if that’s what you want.” he asked him

“You really love him?” my father asked me

“More then anything” I smiled nuzzling into his neck

“You love her?” he asks

“With all my heart” he smiled “I’d die for her.”

“As would I.” he nods “Do not let me linger as a relic of the past. You have my blessing let the kingdom be born anew under this king and queen”

“If that is your wish” he nods he was merciful making it quick so my father wouldn’t suffer I hid myself away in Thomas’ neck so I didn’t watch and he moved me away so I wouldn’t see his body “You wore it?” he asks looking at my hand

“Always” I nodded

“My sweet little angel,” he cooes “My queen” he smiled giving me a soft kiss “There is knowone on this earth I want beside me more then you” He smiled holding my hand tightly as we ascended the steps and he took his seat on the throne.

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