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Dinner with Scarlett, Brunch with Geneva, and a Tracklist with Fans

Part 42 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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Thank you once again to JPmarvel90 for the use of their character Jess Parker (from My Best Friends Sister). They're a great author and a kind person. Show them love, and I hope you enjoy this chapter <3

Scarlett POV

"What are you laughing about?"

I look up from my phone to see Colin holding our baby boy, Cosmo.

"Lizzie and Y/N at the premiere." I look down at my phone and miss the confused look Colin has on his face. "You're laughing at our friends?"

He walks into my home office and looks over my shoulder as Cosmo babbles. "Look." I hold my phone up to him to show him a series of tweets about Y/N's phone wallpaper.

"No way!" Colin says in disbelief.

I nod and snicker as I look at a few more tweets before turning my phone over.

"So what's up?" I turn in my chair and look at my husband and son. The latter giggles as I poke his tummy.

"Not much," Colin says. "Coz and I were just missing Mom." He looks down at our son in his arms. "Isn't that right, buddy?"

Cosmo just smiles.

"Well, Mom is right here!" I blow a kiss to Colin and Cosmo. "But Mom is busy. She has to get ready for a meeting!"

"With Kate?" Colin asks, earning a nod. "With our Sephora launch and starter kit, it's just a lot of expanding."

Colin begins to walk to the office door. Humming to Cosmo. "I shouldn't be too much longer!" I say only to revive a laugh. "Scar, it's fine. Take as long as you want. I was coming to hang out and to remind you that Jess Parker is coming over tonight."

I freeze in my tracks and look away from my open laptop.

"No, Liz and Y/N are coming over tonight..."

Colin tilts his head. But he has a look that I hate to see.

He might be right.

"Are you sure?" Colin asks. I nod. "Here, I'll call Lizzie." I grab my phone and find Lizzie's contact. I place her on speaker and wait as the sound of ringing fills the room.

I look up, and Colin looks from his phone. He's texting someone.

Jess. He mouths.

"Oh, Hey, Scarlett!" I hear Lizzie's voice, and just by the tone, I can tell she's smiling.

"Hey, Lizzie! How are you and the rockstar!? Did you see the news??" I smirk and swivel in my chair.

"Yeah, no, I saw Y/N's wallpaper."

I laugh. Y/N's totally gonna get it later from me and Lizzie.

Wait, that sounded dirty.. but I mean... have you seen those two?

"Hey, so sorry to call right after your premiere, but I was just wondering if you and Y/N were still on for dinner?"

"Yeah, of course, we're still on for dinner! Why did something come up?"

I look up to Colin. "Umm.." He flips the phone to face me, and I see a text exchange between him and my friend Jess. With the words: "Yep, I'll be there!"

"Shit," I say. "Shit?" Lizzie repeats back. "No! No.. Sorry! I- I double booked."

"Huh?" Lizzie says, making me quietly laugh. "I double booked dinner tonight with you and Y/N and my friend Jess Parker."

The other side of the line goes quiet.

"Jess Parker? The Jewelry maker? She's your friend?" Y/N speaks up for the first time all call.

"Yes?" I answer, unsure of where this is going, but I quickly find out when Lizzie brings the phone closer to her mouth.

"Scarlett Ingrid Johansson, do you mean to tell me you are friends with Jess Parker, and this has never come up? Not once? You've never once thought to introduce her to her very fashionable friend! Someone who walks the red carpet with you!"

"And me!" Y/N pipes up again.

I gulp. It's clear I've made a mistake.

I look up to Colin only to find him gone. The door to my office closed.

"I- uhhh..."

Before I can even say or think of any words to say, it's like in a blink of an eye, somehow I've time traveled, and I'm in a long sundress while I carry Cosmo to answer the front door for our first guest of the evening.

My long-time friend Jess Parker.

In a way, she's been like a sister to me. Sorry, Vanessa. But we've always been close. Not many people know that the reason I took the role in The Nanny Diaries was because of her.

And while living across the pound for some odd years, she has always been a sound support system. But now that she's back in New York after a long 18 months, it'll be nice to catch up. Oh, and to warn her that she's famous no matter how little she believes me.

I mean, Lizzie and Y/N want a piece of her work, apparently.

Oh shit, that means I have to warn Jess about them coming over too.

But before I can say anything, I'm pulled into a side hug by Jess just before she scoops up Cosmo from me. For a baby who normally screams his head off when someone new takes him, he remains quiet.

"You look so good!" Jess says as she takes her shoes off and looks back at me. Her English accent still on her tongue.

"You too!" I easily reply as I look her up and down. "Love the top!" Jess gives a little shake of her head that says, "eh."

She never was the best about compliments. Her and Lizzie are the same that way.

"So Scar, do you wanna tell me why you were trending earlier?"

Liz POV

Y/N and I are about to arrive in front of Scarlett's when Y/N looks up from her phone with a smile. "What's up?" I ask.

"I just can't believe it's almost here."

I can see on Y/N's phone that she just read an email from her label, which probably led to Y/N thinking about her livestream tomorrow night.

"Is the studio set up?" I question her about the set up the label put together for Y/N. Basically, the idea for the cover of the album started when Y/N had a dream about her and I on a beach flipping tarot cards.

Hence the original name of the album: tarot cards on the beach.

She described it as the most nerve-racking dream she has ever had, and I'm still unsure why.

But when she woke me up to tell me about it. I remember being cranky in the moment but ultimately happy for her.

Duh.

She then immediately got into contact with her old friend Cyrus and had the label commission a giant canvas of what the album would look like. It's going to be revealed live for the first time at midnight tomorrow, followed by Y/N sharing the tracklist.

I can only imagine her smiley, cute face when she sees the finished product.

Y/N nods. "Yeah, that's what the email was about. They have everything ready to go."

"Even the cards and CD's?" I raise an eyebrow. "Even the cards and CD's." She states.

Following the tracklist reveal, the studio wants Y/N, aka hex, to autograph specially made tarot cards that will go into the CDs for the first 500 people that preorder.

I promised to massage her hands for as long as she wanted after it was done.

"What?" Y/N asks, making me realize that I've been staring at her face. Her perfect face. "Do I have something on my face? Because I know you told me not to snack at the hotel, but I still did it."

I laugh and pretend to wipe crumbs off her lips before leaning in and kissing her.

"You're perfect."

"You're still cheesy." She says. "Learned it from you," I reply and look down at her outfit.

Since it's dinner with Scar, we didn't decide to go clits to wall decked out like we would if it was the twins. We know Scar and Colin are busy with baby Coz, so the fewer clothes that could get messy, the better.

Wait- basically, what I'm saying is that we're just going as cute casual! I'm in brown boots, jeans, and a long black sleeve, while Y/N is wearing wide-ankle khakis, her vans, and a long maroon button-up.

I wasn't sure about the outfit, but she picked it out, and knowing Y/N, she'll be trying to color with Rose anyways, so who cares.

"I like what you're wearing." I look back up to Y/N's eyes and slowly lean in. She does the same until our lips touch again.

"I think the label will push for an August release," Y/N says as she leans her head on my shoulder. "It's still summer, but I was expecting July."

"August is still good, right?" I ask, unsure of what Y/N really wants. "It is." She says. "I think I'm just ready to start some shows because every time I think about performing, I wanna throw up."

That's right.

She's going to be on the road sooner rather than later.

"Well, I'll be there with you," I say and hold her close. But Y/N chuckles, confusing me. "What?" She leans up and fiddles with the ring on her right hand. "I know you'll be there, and I love that, but I know you, and I don't want you to put off filming for me."

I look at her as if she doesn't see through me.

"What do you mean?" I look away from her eyes and clear my throat. "Liz..." She sighs. "I know about Azazel reaching out to you." I found her eyes, and they light up. "We both know I will probably be on the road if people want me to be. So please take any offer that comes your way. I'm mar- I'm in love with Elizabeth Olsen, the greatest Emmy-winning actress of our generation. Not Elizabeth Olsen, the-"

"Y/N." I stop her. "I get it." She leans in and kisses my nose, making me giggle. "Thank you." She says.

The car rolls to a stop in front of Scarlett's, and before Y/N moves away from me, I thank her for always being supportive and caring.

She said, "No, you." before jumping out of the car while laughing.

Y/N POV

"Oh shoot. Should we have brought wine or chocolates or anything?" I turn to Liz just after ringing the doorbell. She looks back at me with a look that says yes.

Shit.

"We should go." I turn my heels to walk away, but Liz grabs my arm and spins me around. "I think it's too late for that." We both know that, but it's not confirmed until the door swings open, and instead of a short blonde greeting us, it's an even shorter blonde.

"Auntie Lizzie!" Rose runs and jumps out of the doorway to Liz's legs with arms outstretched but stops when she sees me. "Auntie Y/N!" She squeals, making me smile.

Her and I are entirely different with one another since our first meeting.

But just like that, Lizzies runs as favorite aunt ends. I see the defeat on her face as the scorned look in her eyes washes over mini Scarlett and I, but- wait, what did Rosie say?

"Huh, Rose?" I ask as I bend down the child by my side. "I said you have to meet my favorite Auntie ever, JP!"

I look at Liz, who looks back to me. Who the hell is JP??

"Rose!" All three of our attentions turn to Mama Bear Scar as she steps out of the house to take Rosebud from me and place her on the ground. "How many times have I told you not to open the door?"

Rose hangs her head. Clearly, knowing that she shouldn't open the door without an adult present. "But I know it was Auntie Lizzie and Y/N." Rose cries.

Scarlett gets onto her knees in front of her daughter. "Rosie, look at me." Rose turns her head to look at her mother. Liz and I watching this interaction like statues. "I know that you know it was them. And that, yes, they are safe people, but still, it is better to be safe than sorry. I'd hate for anything to happen to you." Rose nods. "I love you." Scarlett pulls her daughter close and smiles when a smaller, quieter "I love you too." happens.

Rose pulls out of the hug and looks at her mom. "Can I hang out with Auntie Liz and Y/N?" She asks, earning a nod from Scarlett. "Yes, you can."

And just like that, I have Rose by my side as she points at every little thing in the hallway as if I've never been here before.

"Is that a chatterbox I hear?" Another woman's voice surprises Liz and me as we enter the kitchen. As soon as our eyes see the person, we immediately remember. "Auntie JP! Look, I brought friends!" Rose smiles proudly and makes a grand gesture with her arms.

"I see that!" Auntie JP, aka Jess Parker, says as she comes up and makes a goofy face at Rosie before turning to Liz and I. "Hi!" She says as she extends her hands to Liz first. "It's nice to meet you finally." Jess smiles widely at Liz as Liz returns the greeting.

Rose watches the interaction with glee as Jess turns to me. "You must be Y/N." She extends her hand to me as well before leaning closer to whisper: "Scarlett, let it slip that you have a huge crush on her."

Immediately, I groan and turn around to the older woman, but she puts her hands up. "Hey, look at Twitter and tell me what's true!" I roll my eyes away to see Colin laughing as he fixes Liz a drink. "Yeah, yeah, keep laughing, Jost."

I narrow my eyes before Rose grabs onto Jess and I. "I want to show you my new coloring book! It's in my room!" Liz turns her head at this. "Can I come, Rose?" Rose thinks before walking away. "No, thank you."

As comedic as Rosie is, I see Liz's face falls. So, instead of having Rose pull Jess and me away, I crouch down to her. "Hey, Rosie, how about you go grab all your art supplies and books, and we can color them at the table before we have to get ready for dinner. How does that sound?"

Rose thinks and agrees before pouting a little. "Can you see my room later, too? I got some of new toys of momma."

Jess crouches next to me and nods to encourage Rose. "That sounds great." Rose nods and runs to grab her things.

"Drink?" Colin asks as I turn around. "Yes, please," I say as I stand by my wife sitting at the kitchen island. "Damn, I can't believe I'm old news now." Liz jokes as Scarlett brings in baby Cosmo. "I doubt that," I say as I kiss the top of her head. Liz shrugs. "You and Jess seem to have it pretty covered."

From the tone, I can tell there's more under the surface.

But before anything can spill from my mouth, Scarlett hands me a babbling baby boy. "Carefully, he's rigged to blow any minute." I grimace but hold Cosmo steady. "Gee, thanks." Scarlett winks at me. "Want me to talk to her?" Scarlett asks Liz in regards to Rosie. Liz lightly laughs and shakes her head. "She's a kid. She's fine."

Scarlett gives a flat smile as Colin places a drink before me and Jess across the island.

"Be honest..." Scarlett starts. "How many pictures of Natasha do you have on your phone?"

I sigh. "I don't know. Enough to have a folder..." I shrug. This only makes Scarlett smile wider. "Can I see?" She wiggles her eyebrows. "I'd die before I let that happen."

Scarlett looks me up and down. "Put me in a red wig, and I think you would."

I look around the room and see no help on the defense. My girlfriend sips her drink, knowing that she'd rather sit with jealously than engage in between Scarlett and I.

"So Lizzie..." Jess speaks up. "You had a movie premiere today, and now you're here? Slumming it with us? What's up with that?" Scarlett watches her friend tease effortlessly with a smile, and as my girlfriend answers, I watch Scarlett's eyes shift from one friend to the other.

I had no idea Scarlett even knew of Jess Parker, but looking at them side by side, I can see a similarity between them.

I tune into the conversation just as Liz speaks my mind. "Well, what about you, Miss Jess Parker! Word has it closed up shop, but after eighteen months, you're here slumming it with us! I had no idea Scarlett, and you were so close! I mean, I know you designed the Infinity Gauntlet piece Scar wore at the Endgame premiere, but..." I chime in. "We could've used your jewelry on the red carpet earlier this week."

"And tonight!" Scarlett makes a point.

Jess smiles and takes a sip of her Moscow mule. "Basically, I missed home."

"New York?" I question. Jess nods. "I was overseas with my Dad and stepmom, taking time off to find myself." Scarlett pipes up as she wraps an arm around Jess. "A horrible ex who never have to speak about ever again." Jess nods and gags. "The worst. But yes, now I'm back home. Close to Scar again-"

"I'm sorry." I interrupt. "How long have you and Scarlett known each other?"

Scarlett takes the question.

"We grew up together." This information shocks Liz and I, but my mouth works faster than I can stop the words. "Cool. And you never meant to mention this??"

"Babe-" Liz tries to stop me while laughing. "Liz, we could've been wearing Jess Parker this entire time! Do you know how hot you would've looked with a Scarlet Witch Crown!"

I shake my head to make my thoughts pure again.

Everyone laughs, including Cosmo, as he spits up disgusting me just as Rose enters the room, pretending to laugh like she knew what was going on. "Got 'em!" She says as she holds up her supplies and books.

"That's great, Rose! We'll meet you at the table." Rose happily turns to the table at Jess' words as Scarlett takes her baby from me.

"Well, rumor has it the shop might be open again." Jess makes a face to Liz and I as she sips on her drink with a grin before joining Rose.

"Oh, she's fun!" Liz says as she turns back to Scar and Colin. "Fun, huh?" I'm quickly met with a green-eyed glare. "Noted," I say as I take my drink to color with Rose and Jess.

"Wow, Rose!" I say as she is coloring a picture of The Black Widow. Jess coloring in Hawkeye. "I didn't know you had an Avengers book!" Rose looks up at me with an are you serious look. "Yeah." She says before handing me a page. "You can do this one."

It's a picture of The Scarlet Witch.

"I tried asking for it, but she wanted you to color it so you could give it to Aunt Lizzie," Jess says with a smile while also doing a pretty good impression of Rose that the child ignores. I look up at her and laugh.

"Thank you, Rose." I turn to the small blonde. "No problem." She replies.

"Hey, Rosie?" I say as I pick up a red colored pencil. "Yeah?" She looks at me. "I can do this picture, but I think Aunt Lizzie would really appreciate it if you made something for her that was an original piece."

Rose looks away as she thinks before grabbing a blank piece of paper. Paper that looks like she easily took it from a copier somewhere in this house. "Like flowers? She's pretty like flowers."

"Yeah. That's a good idea, Rose."

Pretty like flowers.

I immediately store that line in my head for another day.

As Rose gets to work on a 2-D paper bouquet for my girlfriend, I look up and see Liz fully engaged in a conversation about whatever Colin is talking about.

My eyes travel down her face to her hands.

"Hey, Jess?" I whisper before looking her way. "Yeah?" She whispers back with a smile. "Could I have your number?" Jess widens her eyes a bit before looking in the direction of the other adults. "That's kinda bold of you, don't ya think?"

I give her a confused look before hearing my own words. "Omg no." I continue whispering. "I heard a rumor that maybe your shop was open."

Jess makes an ah sound. "Yeah, and?" I take one last look up at Liz before turning to Jess.

"I'm thinking about a ring."

Jess' lips immediately curl up into a wide smile as she can't help it. "Omg yes!" She jots down her number on a piece of paper, and tears off the strip before tossing it to me. I quickly shove it into my pocket before anyone else can notice.

No one does, but the only person in between us. Rose.

I think nothing of it before remembering that kids talk about anything and everything, and my name and a ring would spill at some point.

"You're getting a ring?" She asks at kid volume, but luckily, no one else heard. "Yes," I whisper. "I want to get Aunt Lizzie a ring, but no one else can know about it." I plead with my eyes at the sweet little Rose.

She nods her head. "Okay." She says innocently enough as her red colored pencils makes contact with the page.

"Legos," She says moments later. "Legos?" I question, indirectly forcing Rose to grace me with her presence. "Legos for the secret."

Jess watches the shake-down happen.

I slowly nod. "Legos," I repeat, unaware that Liz and Scarlett were joining us at the table. "Legos! We're talking about Legos?!" Scarlett asks as she kisses her daughter's head before looking over Jess' drawing. "Yeah! Auntie Y/N said she's going to get me legos once the school year is over!"

Suddenly, all eyes are on me.

"If it's okay with you, Scar," I say as Jess holds back a laugh. Who knew kids were this scary!! Scarlett shrugs. "Sure. We love legos!"

"Legos! We're talking about Legos?!" Colin asks as he enters the room with a freshly changed Cosmo. "Old news, Jost, keep up!" Jess says, making me laugh as Liz sits down next to me.

"Ooh, now, who is this!" She grabs and holds up my colored page of her Marvel character. "I don't know, but she looks pretty hot!" I jump my eyebrows up as I get a playful eye roll back.

"Please, we all know who you really want." Scarlett bites back as she smirks at me.

God, damn Johansson and that smirk.

Dinner came and went with much harassment from Scarlett and her endless run of jokes. While funny, my cheeks might've been painted red by the end. Although I know for a fact she wasn't joking when she said she had a Black Widow suit upstairs.

I'm pretty certain my hand was going to break from how hard Liz was holding me.

Anyways, conversations flowed well, and Colin talked to Liz and me about SNL with Benedict this weekend and how fun that'd be. I then realized that I'd be in the same room with Benedict and how I would restrain myself from trying to get him to say penguin.

I also told Liz she should try hosting SNL, which was tabled for another time.

Jess also talked about how she'd love to make jewelry for Liz and me and our upcoming events—so stay tuned for that. _

"Babe, there's no way you're still jealous after last night!"

Liz scoffs as she pulls on the handle to the restaurant, letting me through first. "Jealous?" She scoffs again. "Who said I was jealous?"

"Me!" I point to myself with my thumb. "All because sweet little Rosebud wanted to sit next to me. Hang out with me. Only talk to me! All last night! You got stuck with a gassy Cosmo." I say with glee as we see William and Geneva stand up from their table in the corner of the restaurant to greet us. "Yeah, because Legos were promised. Oh, and let's not forget about Scarlett's friend!" Liz says as her jaw tightens. "And yes, Jess Parker was very nice. I'm glad Scarlett introduced the two of you. Being chatty and all." Liz says as she waves her hand around, and I know I'm immorally pushing the buttons here. Especially when I say. "Pretty, too."

Liz turns to me, and even through her sunglasses, I can see her glaring at me. "Stop, okay. Fine. Let's say I was jealous, but I have no reason to be right now because I'm Geneva's favorite."

I nod my head and agree. "Yeah... for now." I smugly say as I pass her to greet William first while she hugs Geneva before we switch. "Y/N, sit here!" Geneva pulls out the chair to the right of her. "Okay!" I say with a smile as I turn back to Liz to see her flummoxed.

She wasn't expecting that, but being the polite angel she is, she graciously pulls out the chair and sits across from Geneva.

"Hey, you two are matching!" William points out to Liz and Geneva, who are both wearing their LA Dodgers hats. "Yeah!" Liz says as she removes her sunglasses to glance at me. "I knew I had to match with Geneva today! You know..." She glances. "Had to make someone jealous."

Geneva laughs as she sees me roll my eyes.

William notices, too, but chooses not to comment on it.

"Oh. I hope it's alright, but I ordered a round of coffee for the table. I don't know what you two might've gotten up to last night."

Liz and I thank William and let him know that he's definitely speaking to the two most homebodied people who just so happen to have a certain celebrity status. This makes Geneva laugh again before asking Liz about her garden.

Liz happily answers any question Geneva has, and the conversation flows from one topic to another.

The waitstaff come by periodically, and it's always funny to see the different looks from the surrounding customers as they recognize us.

I know I saw a few phones take some pictures; it's annoying, but that's the life I want to have. It comes with a price. But anytime I did catch someone snagging a pic, I made sure to glare their way.

Not for me or Liz. But for Geneva. She's 15. She doesn't need to be posted all over the internet, first off. And secondly. I'm sure her being pictured with Elizabeth Olsen and myself would bring a particular stress she doesn't need.

"So, Geneva, how was the camping trip?" Liz finally asks the one question I know she has been keeping in her back pocket. And just like Liz said, Geneva's face lights up. "Oh my God, I have to show you pictures. It was so cool!"

As Geneva picks up her phone and begins scrolling, mine begins vibrating in my pocket. I think about checking, but I ignore it and choose to remain present in the conversation as Geneva's phone gets handed to me.

I lean over closer to Liz and begin swiping to the left on her photo album titled 🌲 Oregon Trip 🌲

"Oh my gosh, look at that one!" I say as we swipe by a selfie of Geneva at the top of a waterfall. "That's a stunning picture! Where is that?" Liz says as she looks up to Geneva, but her finger points to an object in the picture.

It's an LA Dodgers hat.

I nudge Liz with my leg under the table before handing Liz the phone to reach mine as it starts vibrating again.

"Sorry," I say to the group as I check the Caller ID: Bo.

"Shit," I say before looking at Geneva. "Sorry." She shrugs. "That's fine. I curse, too. Fuck. See?" She says deadpan before breaking out into a smile, making me and Liz laugh while her dad scolds her. "Honey, don't do that." She shrugs again.

"Who is it?" Liz asks as my screen goes black. "It's Bo." I think he's calling me back to give me the final word on what the album will be titled." I sigh. "I don't think the studio likes the I keep pushing back." Liz brings her hand gently onto my arm before rubbing it up and down. The action, while comforting, reminds me that we're not alone.

"Sorry. Geneva, you were saying?" I question, but William stops me. "Hey, if you have an important phone call, we're more than happy to wait or let you take it." I shake my head. "I don't want to be r-" Before I can finish my sentence, my phone starts vibrating on the table.

"Take it," Liz says to me with a pointed look. William nods in agreement. "Go! Don't worry, I'll have more photos to share!" Geneva smiles at me before focusing on her chocolate chip pancakes. "This place is always so good." She looks to her dad.

"Go." Liz practically shoves me out of my seat with love and care. I nod to the table and let them know that I'll "be right back." As I answer the phone.

"Hey, Bo!"

"You know I called you two other times."

"Uh oh, someone's cranky," I say as I wave to the hostess who waved at me. Good thing Liz didn't see that.

I hear Bo grumble on the other side of the call as I exit the restaurant and begin walking around the parking lot.

"I'm not cranky." He says. "Well then, let me guess, someone got Decaf this morning?" I know I hit the nail on the head when he doesn't immediately quip back. "Come on, who's your favorite!" I tease with a smile.

"Anyways..." He starts making me awww. "Would you like to know what happened in the meeting a few minutes ago, or should we keep joking around?"

Liz POV

As I look back from the hostess waving at Y/N, I'm met with the smirk of a 15-year-old.

"Does that happen a lot?" She asks before stabbing a strawberry with her fork. "Does what happen?" I ask, pretending to be clueless. "Girls throwing themselves at Y/N." Geneva dramatically falls onto the table.

William clears his throat as a warning to Geneva just in case she's crossing a line. But she's not. Because. "No. It doesn't."

Geneva makes a questioning hum.

"Okay, I'll bite. What?" I ask, tilting my head. But the teen just smiles and smirks again.

"Okay, Wanda." She takes a sip of her water. "I was just saying that you had a certain look of jealousy in your eye. I mean, I get it hex is very attractive-" "Geneva."

"Dad." She mocks back. "Elizabeth knows." I breathe out. "For the last time, it's Lizzie." I chuckle. "And yes, I do know. But that doesn't mean every girl throws themselves at Y/N."

(A/N: They do)

Geneva puts her hands up in surrender. "I was just saying." William leans over and apologizes for his daughter in a very teasing way, making Geneva defend herself, leading to her and her dad playfully arguing.

It's cute, but it does make me think about my father. It's been months since I've seen him or spoken to him, and yet I wonder what he's doing right now. I know he misses me, but is he truly sorry?

Y/N has moved on from how he treated her, but I can't.

He hurt me and someone I love—bottom line.

"Elizabeth?" Geneva pulls me out of my thoughts. "It's Lizzie." She smiles back, loving this back-and-forth we have. "Sorry." She makes a very sarcastic gesture as she rolls her eyes. "Lizzie?"

"Yes?"

"D-do you think.. Do you think Y/N would follow my Instagram?"

Okay, maybe Y/N IS everyone's favorite.

"I just love you and her so much. And since you don't have any social media anymore, it'd be really cool! Plus, I love her music! And we are all forming this fanfic kinda bond right now, so it seems like-" I hold my hand to let Geneva catch her breath.

I take a glance at William, who shrugs.

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind, but try asking her." Geneva nods and grabs her phone. "Okay!" She immediately gets up and runs out to speak to Y/N.

"Oh wait, Geneva.. I didn't... mean now... she's gone."

"And then there were two." William laughs as he leans back into the wooden chair of the restaurant. Rubbing the grey hairs, he has under his neck. "How long do you think she'll be?"

"I was just about to ask you." I chuckle while William smiles before leaning forward with his elbows on the table. He clears his throat before taking a full of coffee.

"This is a lovely place you and Geneva picked. I've never been here before." I say as my eyes dart around the fun interior. "Yeah. Geneva and I have been coming here since she was about 2." My eyes widen a bit. "Oh wow!"

William nods. "Course, she only remembers it only being just the two of us."

Oh!?

"There was someone else before?" I cautiously ask. Curiosity getting the best of me. William nods again. "Clara. Geneva's mother." There's sadness as he says her name.

"Excuse me for asking. But has she passed?" William doesn't take offense and only offers a shake of the head. "No." He sighs. "I don't think anything will kill that woman." Again, he rubs his shaven beard. "She's not in our lives."

"Oh.. By choice?" He nods. "Ours." Referring to him and Geneva. "Geneva has always been a bright girl. Smarter than me. Funnier than most. She's the type not to be afraid to show off what makes her, her."

I nod along to his words and smile. It's true. I barely know this father and teenager, but everything he's saying is true.

William takes a breath and sniffles as he continues speaking. "Clara did not like that. Especially when Geneva was discovering who she is." I raise my eyebrows and make an ahh noise.

"I used to work a lot more than I do now, so I was blind to it."

I tilt my head and bring my body forward against the table. When William moves his face upward, I can see the light of the morning sun bounce off the water in his eyes.

I hesitate to ask... "Did she ever-?" William stops me before I can finish. "She never laid a hand on her. But the verbal assault was enough." A shaky breath escapes him. "What kind of parent does that?" He asks me.

Once again. I can't help but think of my father.

"It only got worse when Geneva was brave enough to come out and tell us that she was gay." William clears his throat again. "And maybe another reason she did it was to show she wasn't going to change. Or maybe she did it because she truly thought it would change Clara."

William sighs with a shrug.

"Of course, I accepted her, and I thought my wife did too..." He shakes his head. Still hurt. "But one week later, she was trying to send our tween off to a conversion camp."

He pauses.

"I never looked at the person I married the same way after that." He picks up the napkin in his lap and runs it over his nose as I blink away the tears in the corners of my eyes. "I had a point when I started this, I promise." William cracks. "I could tell." I light-heartedly joke back. He smiles.

"Geneva is one hell of a kid. One in a million. And she likes you and your girlfriend. And hell, for some reason, it looks like you like us too." I smile and nod. "And she may look tough as nails, but she's still a kid, at least to me. My girl." He says. "So please be careful with her."

I nod with a sniffle."I can promise you that Y/N and I only want to be the best for her." I take a second. "She's a brave kid. She helped me be brave, too."

William smiles.

"Jesus..." I ran a hand through my hair. "It sounds like we're adopting her." William belly laughs at that.

Y/N POV

"They pushed. They want it to be like a real debut album. And since this is more than an EP, they're making you go self-titled. hex." Bo says on the other side.

I sigh. This isn't the worst, and I know I should be grateful for this opportunity. So I breathe out and smile. "Okay. Timetable?" I ask.

"Late Summer," Bo says as he looks at a stack of papers in front of him. "August."

I turn around when I feel the eyes of someone on me. I quietly laugh when I see an out-of-breath Geneva.

I quickly wave to her as she waves back.

"And did they say anything about a tour?" I raise an eyebrow with interest.

I hear Bo go quiet.

"Ten shows to start. With you going self-titled, your livestream tonight and if depending on your sales once released, they'll add more."

I nod to his words, but I hate the roadblocks I have placed in front of that I must maneuver to please men in suits.

"But you get to pick where you want the tour to start."

It makes me smile because I instantly think about my Dad and where to play. "Nashville. Anywhere you can fit me."

When the call ends minutes later, Geneva politely holds her phone out to me, and I press follow.

Saturday Morning May 7th

Billboard Today "Fans of newcomer hex showed up in force just after midnight last night to see the drop for the tracklist to the artist's debut album. The livestream,which many thought was going to be small, was watched by over 200,000 people. Oh, and what about the songs, you ask? It looks like the album is going to be a solid eleven songs. But just before signing off,hex let it slip that there may be more in the future. Deluxe album, maybe?"

PopCrave "Artist hex debuted their tracklist for their debut album hex last night to awaiting fans. Check out the photo below from the livestream!" photo

MusicStarsNow "In a series of tweets starting with a profile picture change. Artist hex shows fans who missed last night's livestream the painting of the album cover commissioned by a friend of the artist Cyrus Wilcott. Followed by eleven tweets. Each one being a track title with short information about the song. However, the final tweet only contained the song title. Other than that, no release date has been given, but we hope for a summer release!"

Twitter

A/N: Hey, everyone. Sorry, this took a while! But it's here now with a lot going on! The next chapter will probably skip to the time the album drops. So see you next time! I hope you enjoyed it! Be safe, and drink some water!

Also, below is the real tracklist Fake album. Real songs. ________________________________

Track#. Track Name . (Real Artist)

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hex by hex . 1. Too Bad . (King Princess)

2. My Silver Lining . (First Aid Kit)

3. Nashville . (CMAT)

4. The Last One . (First Aid Kit)

5. Hospital . (Madison Cunningham)

6. Oh Wasn't It Fun . (hex)

7. Graves . (Hand Habits)

8. Always, Joni . (Trousdale)

9. Big Time . (Angel Olsen)

10. Leaning On You . (HAIM)

11. Wishful Thinking . (Gracie Abrams)

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It's actually insane how much more "interest" and "consideration" is put into Elizabeth of York's fictionalized and sensationalized relationship to her Dear Uncle Richard III (entirely one sided in his favor of course) than *her own parents*. It even extends to Anne Neville - it's ridiculous how much more exploration and excitement I've seen based on one politically motivated instance of them wearing similar clothes while EoY was in Anne and her husband's mercy than her relationship to her own mother. It's quite sad that the ones who raised her, whose reign she witnessed for 17 years, who she seems to have a deeply close relationship to, is so cavalierly dismissed by so many. Doubly frustrating because there's so much about Elizabeth's life that can be analyzed and derived from that, from appearance to personality to queenship. Her deep love for her siblings, her generosity, her beloved charm, all hint at a a very stable and well-loved upbringing, and the smaller recorded instances that we see (the delight at her birth, her father openly dancing with her, her constant presence at her mother's side during her queenship, the croyland chronicle's rather domestic description of their last Christmas together) all hint at a very close, domestic family. Not to mention the immense hardships they endured together, both in 1470-71 and in 1483. 1483 is especially important - she and her sisters and her mother went through hell together, and rather than that being emphasized, EoY's perspective is reentered to revolve around the man responsible for making it hell in the first place.

I feel like while this is a symptom of Ricardian nonsense, where it probably stemmed from, it also speaks of a broader disregard of E4 and EW's reign and dismissal of Elizabeth of York's individual autonomy, and it's a shame. I've seen some of your posts on this topic and they've always been so lovely and thoughtful, so i thought I'd send this ask/rant. I hope it's okay!

Oh, I was about to send you this ask where I mentioned Elizabeth Woodville’s influence on her daughter because yeah, it doesn’t make much sense to think that the few months she passed together with her uncle and aunt Anne would have impacted her more than the experiences she had with her own parents. Or that she would side with them instead of her own parents. This actually from a short story by Wendy Dunn where she writes Elizabeth of York’s POV:

Sometimes, she came close to hating her mother. If she did not hate her, she disliked her far more in these distressing days the father who had made her, and her siblings, bastards.

She was only a child when she first realised her father’s many flaws—flaws which saw the kingdom plunged into civil war—and not just once.

Like, please........ I doubt Elizabeth of York would have blamed her parents for things her uncle did such as her own bastardisation or the crisis of the yorkist establishment. Please be fr fr.

#if nothing else the fact that she was raised by her parents?#ask #anon #elizabeth of york #elizabeth woodville #edward iv

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5 & 11 😊

I promise, I haven't forgotten about these! 🥺 I finally had some free time to answer.

5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

Too many. 🥲 I'll tell you about the ones I have some framework for. Lots of scenes written, just to get them out of my brain, but the plots keep changing. I like to do character driven stuff. I'll imagine myself working on parts of me I know are a problem and apply them my OC's. I just want them to eventually be happy. And the characters they interact with, too.

Bullet Train, leaning towards OFC again because I've given her codenames now, which is like pretty much naming her. We'll see. I still need to play with it a bit. For now, OFC x Tangerine. I even had most of 3 to 4 chapters written until 💩 hit the fan. I would love to finish it one day. But I have all sorts of ideas of interactions between her and Tangerine, her and Lemon (best of friends, I love what I have planned for them), and then of course, the three of them together, I feel like make quite the dynamic. I'm pretty sure this will be a fix it fic, set after the events of the movie.

TENET, OFC x Neil (though I'm heavily debating writing as a reader insert. Not sure what to go with yet and it doesn't help that half the stuff I have written is in my OC's POV and the other half in reader's POV. 😅) So maybe a wee bit about what I'm working on: Nina, if I go through with it, gets recruited into TENET and she learns how to open up a bit more after living most of her life emotionally closed off. All she's known is Mahir, her closest friend, kind of a brother to her. Throw Neil into the mix and he helps Nina learn to trust people again. Definite fix it fic, because . . . . you know why.

Star Trek (Alternate Original Series, you know with Chris Pine), OFC x Chekov. Anna Pike, daughter of Cristopher Pike, wants to show that she's capable. Prove to her father that she's worthy of his praise and attention, but while she does eventually gets her dad to see that, she learns she doesn't need it from him or anyone from the help of the crew of the USS Enterprise. There are some neat friendships there, too.

Mission Impossible . . . No pairings, except maybe hints of Ethan and Ilsa. OFC, Elizabeth "Lizzie" Lane. Low key, black widow vibes in the sense that she was taken from her biological family and raised by Solomon Lane to be part of his secret project. I plan to do like movie tie in type of fic, while also spinning it a little bit. Lizzie was supposed to be raised in Solomon Lane's image and be quite a dangerous operative, but Lizzie starts to think for herself when she meets Benjamin Dunn. He wants to help her out of her situation.

The Batman . . . F!Reader x Bruce Wayne/Batman. Pretty sure I could safely write that one as a reader fic. I have scenes for it, but not much plot for it. I have this vision of reader helping Bruce and Alfred making the suit. And then some angsty stuff because it's Bruce.

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, OFC x Bucky. Louise, still a little unsure what her place is in the MCU, I've been playing with it for awhile and just kinda hit a stop. Pretty much follows the events of the show.

There's a splash or two of found family in all of these because of reasons. 🥲 Hands down, my fave trope.

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

Oh, honey, how I wish I could just write stuff in order, but my brain is like nope.

When my brain is nice to me, I can get some things down, but that is a rarity. 🥲

send me a fanfic ask?

#ask games #thank you yanna! 💕

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[read] robbie fontaine my precious

i haven't read lovesong because I'm not ready for grief😔 elizabeth... :( (also partly because of FUCKING THOMAS is there but I will read your short stories queen trust)

um. this one is gonna be another heartwrenching one is it... robbie...😭 WHY IS EVERY GREEN CREEK CHARACTERS TRAUMATIZED...

Wait... Alpha and his witch?? I don't remember robbie recognizing dale in Book 2 tho? Oooooooo ok hi ezra

WAITTT I JUST REALIZED SINCE ROBBIE IS A WOLF... We're gonna get more of cute puppy pov 😭 ox turned into a wolf at the end, gordo is a witch (and just barely several pages of mark's thoughts) BUT NOW?? Robbie's. Yes. Wolf. Wolf. Packpackpack. Read. Love. I am. Reading reading I am book wolf. Wolf I like (love love love). WOLFY CAVEMAN FOR THE WIN

STOPPP i like it so much it's so endearing. robbie. cutie wolf cutie cute glasses. Wolf glasses. fake glasses fake but cute. wolfie chases squirrel squirrel. robbie is. robbie is here.

I'm not gonna be prepared for ezras death hdhsfjs he seems to be the closest thing to father figure robbie had

I can't be calling robbie a son since we're like. Barely years apart. But robbie my son is a diplomat!! (for a scummy alpha society or whatever it's called... good people that works under a corrupt leader... Society...😔)

This seems like a beginning of a horror flick... DEATH GUESSES FOR THIS CHAPTER: EZRA, JOHN.

T-they're gonna kill off brodie... Are they... Why the hell is Robert Livingstone still alive?? The fuck?? Hm. Hmm... I'm Book 1 Thomas said something about how they'd treat human differently from animals. Is it because Robert is an old pal? Thomas WAS the Alpha of all after all. Is he pulling some strings. But. BUT LOOK WHAT HE DID? FUCKING THOMAS BENNETT AGAIN. ALL THAT POWER AND. fucking Thomas Bennet. I will end you. Q

Is Shannon flirting... No of course not💀 ate they asking for robbie to kill of Robert?? Or just help not snitching them out??

OKAY WHO'S DWELLING I SIDE MY SON ROBBIE'S HEAD

Hm... Ezra are you a slime... How can a kid be 'not so innocent'? Wtf did kid joe do except getting kidnapped and tortured tf????

Oh. Oh he is. He is a slime. I will stand by my son robbie (and his future pack the bennets)

huh. HUH. ARE THEY MESSING UP MY SON ROBBIE'S MEMORIES?? UM. ERM. WHAT IN THE OWRLD

Holy shit. Does... So, does it mean that robbie don't really remember his previous packs because. His memory. Altered. UM...

😐 TB

FUCKING THOMAS BENNET AGAIN HE IS DEAD HE IS ASH HE IS GONE. WHY CANT WE. WHY CANT WE LEAVE HIM IN THE DUSK. REPENT FOR YOUR SINS AND STOP APPEARING IN ROBBIE'S STORY AAAGHHHH I HATE THOMAS BENNETT

Fuck. Fuck. Elizabeth's letter. Should I read lovesong. I'm not ready to mourn for your grief queen :( but should I. maybe after this one??

😐 fucking Thomas Bennett. Even in his remorse he still made excuses. You made ✨your choices✨ so live and suffer with it. Damn it. Even if the book is trying to show me the other side, flaws, and measly attempts to redeem Thomas Bennett character, I'm way too deep on my resentment lol

The audacity to think that gordo would be his father's pawn... When he. He's the one who pushed his hand to seat an 8-years old gordo being tattoed agaisnt his will despite his mom crying in the back. He's the one who dragged gordo's back to the town when he was about to leave this wolf mess with his mom. He's the one who sided with abel despite Gordo having his whole family taken. He's the one saying gordo shouldn't lead on marks feeling, but also the one who dragged mark out of the town. For years. He dragged gordo to his pack, made him had home, abandon him and said nothing to him for years. And you. You still think it's justifiable? Because he /could/ be danger? Then why tf lead him to your pack in the first place? Thomas reeks of hypocrisy, and no matter how the writer, klune, wants to spin his character in a good light, thomas is still manipulative. Manipulation can be done despite being accompanied with smiles and laughter and affection. And don't get me started on when Thomas returned to green creek.

FUCKING THOMAS BENNETT. I wasn't meant to write all of that I swear. I'm sorry robbie this supposed to be your book😔

It's not just a love story between two broken men, but also a love story between fathers and sons, and how much the weight of their mistakes can pull a person down. It's about finding a light through the anger and grief, and eventually, hopefully, forgiveness.

yeah idk about that tj klune sure gordo may have forgiven Thomas but. Thomas got away way too easily. Its-

fuck me im distracted. I've never hated a character this strongly before so I'm like. It's all the adrenaline. I'm. Fuck me the post is too long. AAGHHH ok. OK. Back to robbie.

Damn having memories altered and taken with is. Like. Is mind horror a thing. Psyche horror. Yeah. That's. Like... A violation.

How come Robert knows robbie is gonna be a Bennet already? Is there some witch time fortune telling stuff going?

WHAT THE FUCK. WHY IS HE DALE. did. Did an old man Robert really kissed mark. Then again mark was old by them. But then Robert was like. Who tf is dale. Does that means Robert is out there? But then. Huh? Book 2 epilogue were. Dale and Robert. Same room.

ROBBIE IS TWENTY NINE???? WHAT I COULD'VE SWEAR OX THOUGHT HE WAS YOUNGER THAN HIM. OX WAS 23 BY THEN... BECAUSE JOE LEFT AT 17(21 in my head but we ball). EVEN SO... 23 AND 29 IS NOT "NOT MUCH"?? THAT'S A BIG. GAP.

He wasn’t much older than I was.

It said in wolfsong referring to robbie. Am I misinterpreting something. Is this a grammar thing. He wasn't much older meant he is younger? "he wasn't older than me" younger. "he wasnt much older than me" older? WHAT THE FUCK ENGLISH LANGUAGE I hate it here I'll brush it off as robbie having a young face or something

Ezra using the manipulative tone again hmm

WHAT'S GOING ON am I in a different timeline???

GORDO?? STUMP?? PRESENT TIME GORDO??? WHAT'S HAPPENING. IS. IS ROBBIE A PAWN ALL THIS TIME. WHO'S BRAINWASHING MY SON

omg... Mark just sat on gordo😭 AGUSGHSH I NEED MORE OF THEM

:-( I don't know if I liked robbie having his mind wiped and having to start over.

NOOOO I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS MEMORY LOSS BULLSHIT MY SON ROBBIE. THIS. THIS IS ABUSE. UNCONSENTED ABUSE. HAVING PART OF YOU BEING TAKEN AWAY IS. WHAT. WHAT THE FUCK. STOP. STOPPPPP

Waitt WAITTT SO IT TRACKS. ROBBIE IS 29 NOW. H-. HO. HOW LONG HAS HIS MEMORY BEEN WIPED.??? ox is around 23 when they met. He said robbies not much older. So. Older by a bit. 3 years time skip. By the end of book 1. ox is 26. Robbie would be around. and then book 2 took a year I think? So. OX 27. Robbie around that. H. TWO FUCKING YEARS??? STOP. STOP. THIS CANT BE HAPPENING.

Michelle. MICHELE YOU POWER CRAZED (I don't wanna say swear words let's just say she's a scum) SCUM!! FUCK THE ALPHA SOCIETY. OX FOR THE did I read werewolf jesuis on the chapter list... Um. YES. OVERTHROW THE WOLF GOVERNMENT. WE HAD NO USE FO FCUKI F KICJERL. ok.

I'm starting this book thinking it's gonna be robbie courting Kelly not forgetting him AND THE WHOLE PACK😭

man... This is painful...

TANNER AND CHRIS TURNED INTO WOLVES??

KELLY IS ROBBIE'S MATE SHSGSUHDBSJ NOOOOOO OO i missed a lot... I wanna see the courting😔

EZRA IS FUCKING ROBERT LIVINGSTONE???

Elizabeth wearing his husband's clothes😔 my queen I will read lovesong soon

Nooo.... Robbie without his glasses... My son what did they do to you... Even memories of her mom??? Damn... Robbie meeting the pack without his memories is gonna be tough... Also Jessie??😳

😔 More door shenanigans... It felt very. abstract. At times.

AGHHHH THE SPARRING I LOVE TEAM HUMANS!!! Chris and tanner you dorks.... JESSIE IS A BADASS AT FIGHTING YEAASHS I missed the packs dynamics omg packpackpack

who is this timber wolf I love me myself a cute clingy ass wolf another found family is a win tho he's been a wolf for like... 13 months... Also he's a witch-wolf hybrid so... AHHH I WANNA READ CARTERS BOOK NOW

Kelly is a human now??😔

the walls of pictures I'm... The garage crews... Robbie my son you are so loved😭

Carter my love he is dorky and cute

Kelly my love he is sweet and soft

FUCKING. THOMAS. BENNETT. AGAIN. HE CAN'T BE LEFT ALONE IN AFTERLIFE LIMBO? HE NEEDS TO HAUNT ROBBIE'S DREAMS TOO? FUCKING HELL. I AM SO TIRED. WHY CANT DEAD CHARACTERS STAYS DEAD. FUCK THIS FUCK IT ALL. IS THIS LIKE SOAP OPERA NOW? IS HE REALLY NEEDED? FUCKING HELL. I NEED TO TAKE A BREATH. darn it. This is such an asspull attempt to redeem thomas Bennet. Fucking shitass Thomas benett.

How the hell does people move on if. If he keeps showing up??? THE FUCK OLD MAN. GO AWAY. fucking Thomas benett.

Joe my son he is still playful and cutieful (pls have him play a bigger part other than being ox's pair like in book 2 tj klune)

Ox my son he is responsible and tough (is he hardened by the burden of being alpha of omegas and stuff, he's more gruff and didn't really joke around and do banters outside with joe :( )

Is it me or the story seems to be leaning on... Accepting that lost memories away?? Because that's really sad... I don't mind asspull if my son robbie got his memories back pls

Rico... finally he's ascended from side relief character kinda... Whatever happened must be. Scary. What did you do robbie...

#readingrams #heartsong #wow! this is mindbreaking!#WHO DID THIS TO MY SON #I still fucking hate thomas bennett

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BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 26. Welcome to the family

Y/n's POV:

"So you just realized your feelings for Y/n too late and therefore at the last moment decided to call off the wedding by running away to her?" My mother's squinted eyes are fixed on Elizabeth as she sits across from her, fiddling nervously with her T-shirt.

"It's a bit more complicated than that, but that's basically it, yes," she replies, flicking her eyes between me and my dad, holding them on my mom just a little, obviously afraid of meeting her stern gaze.

"What are your intentions for my daughter? Is it going to be a long-term thing or have you just decided to spice up your life with something new?" Mom's overprotective mode as I expected causes her to ask El pretty harsh questions, putting all of us in an awkward position.

"Mila, darling, remember that you're talking to our daughter's chosen one," my father says in a calm tone, placing his hands on his wife's shoulders in an attempt to soften her.

"Mom, please, don't talk about my girlfriend like that." I turn to her with a slightly furrowed brows, showing that I don't like what she just said at all, because I myself completely trust El.

"No, it's okay...Wait, your girlfriend?" Elizabeth says, raising her eyebrows in surprise, staring at me inquiringly, and for a few seconds I just look at her silently, not quite understanding what's wrong.

"You're not my girlfriend?" I ask disappointed, sitting down on a chair without taking my gaze off El, in whose eyes only slight confusion is read.

"I mean, we haven't talked about it yet and..."

"But we slept together and said words of love to each other, isn't that enough?" I noticeably begin to become anxious, raising my voice a little because of the thoughts that instantly filled my head that I actually don't mean as much to her as I thought, completely forgetting that we are not alone here.

"You slept together?!" My parents exclaimed at the same time, causing me and Elizabeth to turn our heads in their direction, confronted by their shocked expressions. I swear, almost every conversation with them reminds me of a goofy scene from a sitcom series, but there is no off-screen laughter from the audience.

"No!" We answer in one voice, realizing that it's definitely not something that needed to be said right now, as if we're underaged teenagers that were caught doing forbidden things.

"You just said you did, oh my gosh, baby, was it your first time then?" My mother almost immediately becomes much softer and kinder, getting up from the table, walking towards me and hugging me from the back. "I'm very happy for you, did you like it?" Words can't express how embarrassed I am right now, and this is noticeable in my strongly reddening cheeks and nervous chuckle. Why does she have to be like that?

"Mom!" My palm lands on my forehead with a slap and I hide my face in both hands with a low grunt, afraid to even imagine how ridiculous it looks from the side. "I'm 22, of course it wasn't my first time, can we please drop this topic?" Hopefully, she will just ignore it and we'll change the subject.

"No? Why didn't you tell me about anything then?" Her genuinely surprised tone plunges me into an even more embarrassing state, giving rise to my desire to simply fall through the ground and never return to this world again.

"Because you're my mom and I don't wanna talk to you about who I slept with," my muffled whining seems to make her cool down a little, returning to the original topic of conversation.

"Weird. So, Elizabeth." Her name makes my head rise and see the concerned looks of my apparently "not-girlfriend" and my father awkwardly looking anywhere but at us.

"So you're not interested in a serious relationship with my daughter?" I just roll my eyes at this question, mentally cursing myself for picking up the phone this morning, because now I have to feel like a child in elementary school at those moments when my mother made scandals with my teachers over trifles.

"Mila, they're adults and I believe we should give them some time alone to figure everything out," my dad says staring at mom and nods to the side, clearly letting her know that now is the time to go somewhere and I thank heaven that at least one normal person was found here.

"Yes, please, it's not at all what you might think," El requests and pleadingly stares first at me, and then at my mom who thankfully decides to listen to him and give us space at least for now.

"Baby, let's go talk on the terrace, shall we?" She holds out her hand to me, getting up from her chair and heading towards the large glass door, asking me to follow her, but I refuse to take her hand yet.

"Don't "baby" me," I mutter resentfully, but nevertheless follow her and in a minute we find ourselves on a spacious and cozy sunny terrace, which offers us a beautiful panoramic view of the morning Los Angeles. This is my favorite place in the whole apartment, where I have spent countless hours of reflection, moments of inspiration and just relaxing, forgetting about all the problems.

"Don't be mad at me, Y/n." She comes up to me, wrapping one arm around my waist, pulling me to her, and with the other tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, almost making me forget why we are here, but after a couple of seconds I descend from heaven to earth and move away from her, holding distance.

"How can I not be mad? Yesterday you fuck me, then you say that you're in love with me, but today you don't want to consider me your girlfriend?" My inner nervousness is transferred to my body, causing my heart to beat faster and my eyes to fill with tears due to a gnawing sense of disappointment and hurt.

"I never said that," Elizabeth says in a calm and measured tone, making me frown, "it just came as a bit of a surprise to me because we didn't have a full conversation about it. I want more than anything to have you as my girlfriend, and I actually wanted to talk to you about it a little later."

"You do?" I ask in a half-whisper, involuntarily shortening the distance between us again. Just one phrase of hers again made me want to feel her as close to me as possible, reminding me of how much power she has over me, that everything she says affects my state in one way or another.

"Of course I do, you're the most important thing I have right now and my priority number one, I'm sorry for making you feel like it's not true." Her words, radiant smile and soft hand on my cheek instantly make me want to melt in her arms, leaving me speechless.

"Promise you're not doing it 'cause you feel pressured by my parents presence here?" I wrap my arms around her neck and pull her towards me, hoping for a truthful answer, as she again puts one hand on my waist and the other one on my back, stroking the back of my neck with her palm, hugging my body tightly.

"Promise, I really want it so much. It's a little different than I imagined, but Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" She gently rubs the tip of her nose against mine, already knowing the answer in advance and smiling at me, forcing me to copy her cute action.

"Of course, Ellie, and you won't ever get rid of me again, you know that?" I stand on my toes to place a small peck on her forehead and then cover her lips with mine in a kiss full of happiness and love only to feel her hands squeezing me even tightly, while she instantly kisses me back.

"I know," she says pulling away from me a bit before pecking my lips again, adorably giggling at my goofy smile, "and I won't ever have a problem with it."

After a few minutes spent in the usual comfortable silence in each other's arms, staring at the clear summer sky and large glass buildings sparkling in the sun, we return back to my parents in the apartment.

"Did you figure everything out?" My mother's impatient voice asks as soon as we go inside and sit on the soft large sofa in the living room.

"Yes," pleased Elizabeth replies, throwing her arm around my shoulder, "we're officially together, so you don't have to worry, your daughter is in good hands," she says with a quick wink at me, bringing another smile to my face.

"I surely hope so." Mom sits down on a chair, crossing her legs and my father stands behind her, reminding me of some scene from a movie about the Mexican mafia. She lacks only a thick cigar between two fingers and a cowboy hat on her head, and this thought involuntarily makes me let out a small chuckle while everyone is sitting in absolute silence, thereby causing them to exchange glances among themselves.

Noticing their uncomprehending looks, I start to laugh even harder, at first trying to hide my face in El's neck, but then just leaning on the sofa with my head thrown back and laughing out loud, clutching my stomach.

"You have to deal with it now," unimpressed by my sudden outburst of emotion dad says to Elizabeth and she just starts to giggle as she stares at my uncontrollably shaking body, while I'm crying with laughter already.

"Okay, sorry, I'm sorry," I'm trying to catch my breath, wiping my eyes and straightening my back, sitting in the normal position again and putting El's arm back on my shoulder.

"I've never heard you laughing so hard," she smiles at me, revealing her perfect teeth.

"I only laugh like that at my own jokes." I wink at her, earning myself a slight nudge in the side and a playful eye roll at me.

"We're still here," my mom turns our attention back to them, causing us to pull away from each other and I fix my gaze on my parents despite the overwhelming urge to press my lips to the now definitely my girlfriend's lips.

"Yes, of course you're still here." I imitate her, but in the matter of seconds I immediately meet a stern look and decide to shut up before it's too late.

"Elizabeth, can you take care of yourself and Y/n if anything happens? I mean both financially and, of course, mentally." Mom wastes no time moving on to serious matters without giving El a chance to rest.

"I don't need to be taken care of, I-" I start but two voices immediately cut off my sentence.

"Y/n, stay out." Two women address me at the same time, causing me to give them an astonished look and raise my eyebrows in surprise. Yes, they will definitely make friends soon and will spend time discussing me and my behavior, what an amazing perspective.

"Welcome to the club, Y/n/n," my dad says in the whisper, shrugging and small smile appears on my lips.

"I can provide a good and comfortable life for both of us, you can be sure of that," Elizabeth's confident tone immediately locks my attention on her, causing me to subconsciously bite my lip, because I always had a soft spot for her serious and protective side.

"That's what I wanted to hear. I have long believed that our daughter needs someone mature and responsible, so I'm very glad that you turned out to be that person, Lizzie, I trust you with Y/n's feelings. Now I can sleep peacefully at night." She gets up at the same time as El, giving her a big hug while dad and I share awkward looks, staying aside.

"I still can take care of myself without someone's help, you know," I grumble with displeasure and my mother smiles at me like at the five-year-old kid, pinching my cheek, causing me to roll my eyes once again.

"Honey, stop treating her like a child already, you saw yourself that she's pretty responsible," my dad says, winking at me and I give him an appreciative smile, being actually grateful for him thinking about me this way.

"That's true, your daughter sometimes is more mature than me," Elizabeth gives me a bright smile first and then a brilliant look to my mother, who snaps her eyes between us and smiles too. Now we are in that warm family atmosphere that brings great joy to my heart because of the realization of what wonderful people surround me.

After chatting more for about half an hour, my parents finally decided to leave the two of us and let us enjoy the last day before a rather difficult week, not only in terms of work, but also issues related to our relationship.

"You're going to talk to Boyd tomorrow, right?" I ask, resting my head on her shoulder as we sit relaxed on the couch hugging each other, looking up at her thoughtful face.

"Mhm." She seems not to have heard what I asked, answering me automatically, and I lightly pinch her on the side, causing her chin to drop and her eyes to stare at me inquiringly. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Will you talk to Boyd tomorrow?" I repeat my question and she fidgets in place, casually taking the back of my thigh that was further away from her and pulling it on top of her legs, so now I'm laying half-turned towards her.

"I will, yes. And I have to grab the rest of my things too." Elizabeth responds calmly, slowly passing her fingers through my hair, occasionally running her nails over my scalp, causing my skin to tingle.

"I'll go with you and wait outside." My determined voice grabs her attention as I pull myself closer to her body.

"And why would you do that?" Her question is accompanied by leaning her head on the top of mine, giving the impression that she constantly wants to be as close to me as possible.

"Because I want to help you and make sure that you will be okay after talking to him." I don't know what to expect from this man or her condition after that, so the option with me just staying at home and waiting for her to return doesn't even cross my mind.

"Okay, baby, if that's what you wanna do." She sensually places a warm kiss on my forehead and I respond to her action with pressing my lips to hers, tangling my hand in her soft hair and pulling her head closer to me by her neck.

Her hand begins to slowly stroke the back of my thigh, moving smoothly to my ass, squeezing it through my sweatpants as our lips move in unison, gradually deepening and heating the kiss.

"Do you want it now?" She pulls away for a couple of seconds, asking for my consent and I nod my head, returning my mouth to where it belongs, climbing fully into her lap.

"I need words, baby," she gently pushes me away from her, holding my waist and peering into my face.

"I want it now." That's all I say before pulling her into a hot, wet kiss, involuntarily starting to move my hips in search of friction, already feeling the knot in my lower abdomen begin to grow, overshadowing my sanity.

My kisses impatiently go down to her neck, showering it with wet marks and small bites, causing her to moan inaudibly and squeeze my ass even harder before lowering my pants down to mid-thighs, exposing my flesh in only a thin thong.

"You don't even know how sexy you look when you turn on your serious mode," I pant between kisses remembering her recent strong tone and confident words, grabbing at the hem of her oversized T-shirt in an attempt to take it off.

"I always knew how exactly it affects you," she responds and lightly hits my hands, handling her piece of clothing on her own, throwing it somewhere on the floor and setting free her milky breasts, almost causing me to salivate profusely.

Without wasting a second, my hands find themselves attached to them, squeezing the soft flesh and trapping her perky nipples between my fingers, causing her to let out muffled moans, head thrown back against the back of the couch.

"Lay down on your back," she somehow manages to say between her breathless panting, getting me rid of my tank top, fixing her gaze on my heaving chest and already hardened nipples.

Elizabeth doesn't have to ask me twice, so I do as she tells me, resting my head comfortably on the soft cushion by the arm of the couch and hurriedly trying to get my sweatpants off completely.

"So eager to be pleased, are we?" She suddenly changes her rush into measured seductive movements, lowering herself down to my chest without breaking eye contact and giving my right bud a hard lick with a flat tongue, making me to let out a pathetically needy whimper.

"I want- oh," she interrupts my attempt to say something with a light bite of my nipple, ensuring that I already arch my back towards her mouth, wanting more. "I want to feel you against me," I manage to finish and immediately meet the lustful dark gaze of my girlfriend, who immediately understands exactly what I mean.

Quickly removing her pants and throwing them aside, Elizabeth returns to my neck to leave a couple of last love bites, then pulls off my panties, which have already formed a small wet spot and does the same with her underwear, without looking, tossing it in aside.

"Spread your legs wider," her commanding tone influences my body so that it itself fulfills all her whims without the knowledge of my mind, which so badly wants to resist and show her that I'm not completely at her mercy.

"You're leaking already, sweetheart, and we didn't even start yet," she purrs as she looms over me and with a ghostly touch almost presses her lips against mine in a teasing manner, making me whine and wiggle my hips.

"Look at yourself," I return the vulgar observation, noticing her glistening inner thighs, shamelessly fixing my eyes between her legs.

"It's inappropriate to stare, you know." Three fingers on my chin force me to look into her brazenly studying my body and face eyes before she locks our lips in the sloppy kiss, moving her hand to my soaking center, spreading the wetness over the length of my pussy and making me let out the loudest for now moan.

After playing with my entrance a little more, she, unable to withstand her own sexual frustration, connects her own pussy with mine, starting to move in measured movements, perfectly hitting her clit against mine and mixing our wetnesses together.

"Fuck, o-oh, you feel so good," she moans right into my ear while I can't formulate a single sentence, completely absorbed in pleasure and the feeling of her sensitive flesh over mine as she speeds up, clutching the back of the couch with one hand.

"El, sh- shit, oh!" My nails dig into the tender skin of her ass, encouraging her to move even faster, bringing us both to climax and I suddenly land a harsh loud slap on her cheek, awakening some feral feelings in me, but Elizabeth only seems to like it judging by the loud moan that filled the entire living room after that.

"Seems like I'm, fuck, not the only one who likes it, huh?" I muster all my will to say it without stuttering or breaking into moans only to meet El's impudent smile.

"Shut the fuck up," she says, suddenly thrusting on me with the force that makes me want to question my boldness.

"I'm so close, I wanna cum, please!" I feel an orgasm creeping up on me, shattering what little confidence I had and I notice my hips moving erratically on their own, shaking against Elizabeth, who is holding me tightly against the sofa. Her movements are also already becoming rather sloppy and frantic, signaling that she is getting close to the edge too.

"Hold it for a bit longer and cum with me, angel." She lets out a string of high-pitched moans and, spreading my legs even wider with her free hand, straightens her posture, throwing her head back and twisting her face in pure content, continuing to thrust her throbbing pussy into mine.

"I can't, I can't hold it anymore!" I whimper and my eyes close tightly at the overwhelming feeling that is rising up and threatening to tear me apart as I struggle to contain myself at least for one more minute.

"Oh, that's it baby, cum with me." As soon as I hear her permission, my body immediately shudders in powerful explosion, ripping through me while Elizabeth's hips jerk several times and her face scrunches in ethereal moment of pleasure, as we moan into each other's mouths because of the shockwaves gripping our bodies.

I can feel her juices flowing from her pussy onto mine, mixing with my own as she collapses on the top of me, gripping the sofa tightly and biting hard on my neck, causing me to whimper.

"Fucking hell," she says breathlessly, letting her limp body to fall, burying her face with flushed cheeks in the crook of my neck, while I'm trying to come down from my height and get my breath back, hugging her back.

"Indeed," my slightly hoarse voice sounds right over her ear, causing a slight smirk on her lips as she kisses my breasts several times. "You're so perfect to me, El," I add and kiss her sweaty forehead, running my fingers through her silky hair while she closes her eyes in pure delight.

A/n: random smut just cause i can😜😜 also let me know what you think of course :) and i'm sorry for mistakes, sometimes i struggle with english

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Battle Royale

(1) Fresh bread, French Prince

G.Lafayette : Hamilton the musical

Sometimes when you work on a project, there are moments when you need to take a break and work on something else. That’s really the case with In The Night, I have all these ideas but sometimes I feel confined to ITN (I literally have not started Chapter 3 when this is posted). And thus this fic was born. I hope you enjoy!

Y/N and Lafayette’s POV

Bridgerton inspired AU (watching the Bridgerton series would probably help in understanding ideas of ‘courting’ and finding a suitors)

Odd social structure (dukes are essentially owners of land which was popularized in London, Washington is considered a president, and Lafayette is now a prince!)

not my cover image 😟

Word count: 4k

Literally the biggest thanks to @deja-you for proofreading and some great feedback, ILY 🧎‍♀️

—-the Washington residence

The dreamy clouds would stream across the sky as Y/N began to read the newest article from Thomas Paine, the most notorious writer known for acknowledging every piece of gossip and whispers among the noble colonists.

The pamphlet felt newly written, as few spots of the odd-smelling ink would smudge. Though Y/N was not awake, a young boy delivered this meticulous pamphlet to the Washington residence before dawn.

As the daughter of the president, being the center of noble gossip was nothing new to her, in fact, gossip was never the center of her attention either. But something about this pamphlet in particular would surely catch her eye.

She began to read:

‘The scene for this courting season is looking quite interesting. Now that these young ladies are finally of age, they will indeed add competition to the scene.’

Ah yes, the annual courting season. A time for women and men to make their move and commence into the adult world. While many aren’t satisfied with their partners, reputation seems to grow higher than feelings.

‘Many pertinent names are included in this season, and I’m honored to document the presence of these people.’

‘The Schuylers: all three of the incredible General Schuyler’s daughters are finally entering the courting scene simultaneously. During the war, many soldier boys would fall head over heels to impress them, and many were unsuccessful. I’m ecstatic to observe the lucky men to take the hand of Angelica, Elizabeth, and Peggy Schuyler.’

‘The Payne’s: Miss Dolley Payne has finally been granted entrance into this courting season. Many theories and speculation suggest that her arrival to the scene at the same time as the other great names was not a coincidence.’

‘And finally, the most significant family joining us this season,’

Y/N sucked in a breath

‘The Washington’s: His grace’s pride and joy, Y/N, will be the most imperative competition this season. The pressure of being the president’s daughter, as well as the stigma of conceiving an heir, follow her wherever she resides. Nonetheless, Y/N Washington is an extraordinary star among the courting scene, and it would indeed be foolish to throw away your shot.’

‘It’s just common sense.’

‘-Thomas Paine’

It would take Y/N a couple moments before her squeals of excitement could be heard across the residence

Shortly after, the rumbles of Y/N racing down the stairs would cause her parents, George and Martha, to take suspicious glances at each other. Y/N finally reached the dinner table where her parents were finishing up their morning tea.

“What’s got you going so early, dear? I usually have to pull you out of bed around this time,” Martha questioned

“Sir Payne wrote about me in the paper! My entrance to the courting scene seems to be the most glittering cluster of ink in this pamphlet” She squealed

Y/N excitedly, yet also harshly, slid the pamphlet over to her parents, moments later they would observe her words to be true

“That’s great, dear” Her father, George, looked up from the paper with a smile. “I know you’ll represent the Washington Family name well, although it’s a shame you’ll have to lose it when you get married” he sighed

“Oh lighten up George, Y/N will be the talk of the town, I’m sure she’ll attract some worthy gentleman”

“Damn right he better be worthy.” His eyes transferred from Martha to Y/N

“Remember Y/N, very few are prepared to handle a Washington, you can even ask your mother.”

Y/N couldn’t hold in a giggle as Martha rolled her eyes. Both Y/N and George watched as Martha arose to place her porcelain dishes in the sink

“Well I must be soo blessed to have to take care of two of them.”

George turned back to Y/N and slid her a letter across the table, keeping another letter in his opposite hand, which was still unopened

“May I ask what this is?” She held up the letter. Even the feeling of the paper could tell Y/N that it came from the colonial gentry. The scent faintly reminded Y/N of champagne and flowers, and the seal was a sparkling coral-pink shade. The letter appeared to be already opened

“The Schuyler’s are inviting you to a small tea get-together, whatever you kids call it.”

Y/N opened the envelope, searching for the details. How exciting was this, to be among the best of the best, especially in the greatest city in the world. Before she could reply, George began to speak again

“I’ve already requested for two escorts to accompany you on your way to the Schuyler residence.” Y/N turned to him in confusion

“Huh?” She questioned “escorts?”

“Now that you’re officially in this courting season, your safety could be potentially in danger. I’m just trying to make you comfortable” He retorted

“Father, I’m sure I’m capable of walking on my own. I mean, the Schuyler residence isn’t even that far and-”

Y/N was interrupted by multiple knocks on her door. She shot a ‘this isn’t over’ glare to her father before wandering over to her front door. She opened the door and found a surprise

The Duke of Monticello and the Duke of Manhattan, my father’s two trusted secretaries. Dropping the formalities, Y/N addressed them by their first name

“Thomas? Alexander? Don’t tell me..” she turned back to her father. Jefferson and Hamilton stood at the doorway, both with flowers and nervous in the presence of Washington

“Father, I’m starting to question whether you worry for my safety, or worry for your pickiness of my suitor.” Thomas and Alex attempted to hold in their laughs as if their lives depended on it

“Of course I do!” He held a hand to his chest as if he was hurt “although I do owe them a favor-” a smirk spread across Thomas’s and Alexander’s face, yet was quickly faded as Washington addressed them

“But no funny business with my daughter. If I hear of any shenanigans from either one of you, you both have serious consequences.” Y/N turned back to the dukes, both of them appearing drained of color.

“Let me get dolled up and we can be on our way” Y/N swiftly ran upstairs, leaving Thomas and Alexander alone in the presence of their boss. Those poor, poor, boys

Five minutes later, Y/N glided down the stairs in her fancier skirt. Her corset gave her an amazing shape, and her hair made her appear to be a celestial being. She caught the dukes’ eyes lingering on her for a little too long. Luckily, Washington wasn’t around. “Let’s keep our focus on what’s really matters, guys” she laughed

“R-right...” they said in unison, both turning away and pretending to be interested in the furniture in the house. Y/N had never seen the two secretaries so calm around each other, it made her realize the power the Washington’s have in the colonies. A simple order from a Washington could probably end wars, especially if it’s capable of making Jefferson and Hamilton contain their pride

“Your graces?” She held out her hands, signifying that she was ready to depart. The dukes held out their forearm and elbows for her to take. Y/N intertwined her arms into theirs, and they headed for the Schuyler residence.

A few minutes down the path and Alexander Hamilton decided to break the silence

“I still can’t believe you’re entering this season, Y/N. I mean, I still remember running around those horrid military camps all those years ago” he chuckled. It’s true, it’s been all these years since the war and so much has changed

“I like to believe I’ve grown into a wonderful, young woman, don’t you think?” I batted my eyelashes towards both of them

“Of course darlin’” Jefferson cut in “but just because we’re your honorable colleagues doesn’t mean Hamilton and I won’t be lining up for your hand”

“Don’t be so sure. I heard this season has a few aggressive competitors on both sides. The Schuylers, the Paynes, even the Madisons! I might have to step up my game. In the meantime, both of you have to keep an open mind.”

Thomas and Hamilton stared at each other, surprised by her response.

“And If I find out that both of you placed bets on which one of you will earn my hand, I’ll be reminding my father to collect both of your heads.”

Their heads hung in defeat “alright, alright darlin’ I think I kind of like my head attached to my body. No need to get violent.”

“Plus I don’t think any of you can truly handle a Washington.” Y/N giggled, her arms still intertwined with theirs

“If Jefferson and I don’t scare away the competition, I’m sure your father will” Alexander chuckled, Thomas visibly reacted to the joke as well

“Oh come on, the two most popular dukes of the colonies have nothing on a suitor that is truly worthy of me” she scoffed

“And where would you find such a worthy contestant? Someone better than a duke?” The three stopped in front of the Schuyler residence

“Don’t kill my hopes, a Washington has her ways” Y/N removed her arms from Thomas’s and Alexander’s, heading for the front door. As soon as she was greeted by General Schuyler herself, she waved goodbye to the clashing dukes

“She’s so mine, Hamilton.” Thomas stated

“I’m sure you should be worried about your tomcat nature, Jefferson, don’t get too ahead of yourself” Alex retorted

Jefferson audibly scoffed before wandering with him into the city

—-France

3 weeks prior to Y/N reading that exciting pamphlet, Marquis de Lafay-- Now Prince Lafayette sat around a table of French nobles and officials. It felt like ages since he’s been in the colonies, and it has only been a few years ever since the French Revolution had ended. Yet instead of abolishing the monarchy system in France as Lafayette promised to the colonies, he and a few other nobles replaced the previous royal family.

Lafayette was later titled as a Prince, as were other leading men of France, but he urged to continue being addressed as the ‘Hero of two worlds’.

But with a new era upon the people of France, came the countless government meetings and conflicts that he had to resolve.

“Your Majesty? Are you even paying attention?” Secretary Robespierre whispered over his shoulder, causing him to visibly straighten himself out.

“O-Oui. Why wouldn’t I be?” Lafayette laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. Robespierre rolled his eyes before whispering again.

“This is our last meeting of the day. With all due respect sir, can you get yourself together?”

“Okay, Okay.” Lafayette sighed with boredom

He missed the colonies dearly, sometimes he wished he never left at all, but seeing his country yearn for a revolution compelled him to sail across the Atlantic once again. He often daydreamed of his riskier lifestyle with his closest friends and soldiers, as well as the feeling of awe while serving directly under General Washington. Never in his life did Lafayette think he would miss the adrenaline rush of stealing cannons and leading fully arm battalions.

His teenage memories of fooling around in those military camps, wandering the streets of New York City severely intoxicated, and the best memories of all, the memories of escorting the General’s daughter, Y/N Washington, to buy bread and pastries for him and his fellow soldiers.

Oh, what could she be doing now?

If it weren’t for the revolution at hand, Lafayette would’ve surely bent a knee once she set foot onto the military camping grounds. Lafayette held such a high respect for Y/N when they first met, especially since she was the daughter of his most admired general. The women in France just couldn’t compare to her heavenly beauty, and her kindness was unbeatable. She was the greatest treasure that Lafayette had stumbled across during his time in the colonies. Although many noblewomen would attempt to take a bite of him, Lafayette stayed loyal to his non-existent promise to Y/N.

A quick quill-slam to the table, and he was quickly drawn back to his reality. Why should he worry about his previous General’s daughter anyway? Lafayette was now a Prince, he could have anything he wanted. But the moment he set foot in France after the American Revolution, he lost the most precious things he already had. He yearned for glory, but at what cost? The cost of abandoning his bonds in the colonies?

He sighed, standing from the meeting table and wandering to his quarters. Secretary Robespierre followed closely behind him. Sensing an odd tension from Lafayette’s mood, Robespierre attempted to address his situation

“Do you need anything, your majesty?” Lafayette froze in his tracks, weighing his two options

“Actually...” Lafayette turned to face him “Schedule me a ship to the colonies. The earliest one you can find.”

Robespierre tilted his head in confusion, letting the last sentence sizzle in his head.

“I’m sorry, what?”

The prince in distress sighed with fatigue. “I’ve decided I’m heading to the colonies, tout suite.” Lafayette kept his gaze strong

‘B-but sir, you have so much to take care of-” Robespierre was notably panicking at this moment. “-and the recent shortages-”

“Mon Ami, there are at least three other ‘crowned princes’ who are perfectly capable of maintaining this nation. One prince gone won’t hurt the economy” Prince Lafayette stated firmly

Robespierre debated for a moment before confirming his thoughts “Alright. I’ll notify you when the earliest ship can be sailed. But what shall you do about the gossip? Perhaps they will believe you are not responsible enough for this role.”

“Let the people speak as they please. In the end, I’ll remind them who’s in charge.” Lafayette began towards his quarters once again, Robespierre stayed behind to script all of his thoughts.

Finally in his study, Lafayette dipped his quill into the nearest container of ink and started to write.

‘To the Great General Washington, It’s been ages since we’ve last written…’

Maybe Lafayette will be able to have a taste of his old life.

---the Schuyler residence

Giggling echoed throughout the Schuyler residence as the 5 girls enjoyed their tea.

“Have you gals read Payne’s newest pamphlet? We’re the talk of the town as of now” Angelica, the oldest Schuyler, smiled with satisfaction. Her luminous complexion complemented her coral pink gown.

“I never expected our courting debut to be so..” Eliza searched for the right words “..turbulent among the talkers..” she took a sip of her tea

“I’m still stunned by the feedback” Y/N laughed nervously “My father even requested his two most clashing secretaries to escort me here, they didn’t even argue once” she said in awe

The top 5 girls of the season all sat in one room. Though they would eventually become each other's courting competition, they were great friends nonetheless. During the war, Y/N would stay in the Schuyler household while their fathers were out of town daydreaming of being free from the king, attending a few balls together, and watching soldier boys trip over themselves. After the war ended, Dolley Paine became a mutual connection through their high ranking families. The 5 got along way too quickly.

Peggy held up the tea pot “another fill, ladies?” Y/N and Dolley nodded, both taking their turns to fill their cups.

“Awee, look at you Peggy, you’ll make a perfect wife” Dolley teased. The rest of the girls laughed it off, yet Y/N didn’t feel at ease with that statement.

“You don’t actually think we will all get married that quickly, do you?” Y/N looked around to see their confused expressions. “Guys?”

“Well..” Angelica pondered for a moment “I believe that it’s ideal to marry on your first season”

Peggy had to stop herself from spitting out her tea

“That soon? But we’re so young, and-” Eliza interrupted

“And we’re ladies. Society expects us to do nothing more and nothing less with what we’re given” Angelica takes a content sip of her tea once again “I don’t make the rules around here.”

The silence was awfully louder than the conversation.

“Alright.” Dolley smiled “I guess we'll just have to make this next few weeks extra special, right?”

Y/N took a deep breath “the best of the best.” She muttered

Peggy turned to her and nodded, and Eliza was quick to join. Y/N faked a smile at the girls, ‘I guess that’s just how it is’ is what she thought, and Angelica would raise her glass for a toast

“A toast to the best courting season?” The 4 other girls raised their glass as well.

Though many hours were filled with laughter and giggles, Y/N couldn’t help but imagine how much her life would change within the next few months. And just by entering this season, Y/N will give up her youth and give someone her hand to please someone. To please herself? To please the people? To please her parents? She had no clue

She stared out the window, remembering those nights of staying at the Schuyler residence, watching those drunk soldiers stumble across the street. Many of them were her friends, friends she had met through her fathers rank. She smiled at the thought of the most memorable gentleman she had met while at those camps.

‘The French Foreigner’ is what they used to call him, but only before he became comfortable in the colonies. ‘Marquis de Lafayette’ was his title, and Y/N always loved the sound of his name rolling off her tongue.

“I don’t know what my father told you, but I’m sure I don’t need you to accompany me simply to buy bread” Y/N stood stubbornly

Lafayette gently grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips

“I just want you to be safe, mon ange, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt..”

He kissed the back of her hand, maintaining eye contact. Y/N appeared as if she just experienced a revelation “..shall we be on our way, mademoiselle?”

She took a moment to think, her head still in the clouds. Y/N slowly nodded “Alright.” The two intertwined arms and headed into the city

Oh how she missed the old days. Y/N hated to admit it, but she truly believed she met the most exquisite gentlemen during the war. Whenever she’d stay at the camps with her father, a small group of soldiers would always keep her company. A tailor, an abolitionist, two immigrants, the camps were definitely a mixing pot.

At that very moment, Y/N prayed she’d be able to find someone like the men at her fathers military camp during this courting season.

Y/N jumped at the tapping on her shoulder

“Y/N? Don’t tell me you already have suitors lining up out there for you” Y/N shook her head and laughed

“I just spaced out. That’s all.” She attempted to change the subject “What were we talking about?” She questioned

Peggy interrupted “Next week's ball, the first ball of the season. Do we show up in our best, or do we build suspense until the last seasonal ball?” Peggy debated

“Let’s take one ball at a time, shall we?” Eliza proposed her idea

“Well for the first ball, I suggest….” All the girls gathered around Angelica to hear her plan

—-Lafayette’s quarters (France)

Prince Lafayette neatly folded his clothes as he was departing for the colonies within a few hours. He remembers the excitement he felt when he traveled to the colonies for the first time, having to dress like a pregnant woman in order to board the ship, but he still cringes at the imagery.

He elegantly stuffed his belongings into his shoulder bag. He stood back to admire his rushed work, but he felt as if he was missing something.

Lafayette looked around his quarters, his eyes became glued on his treasured gun, gifted to him by General Washington himself. The wooden hilt was stained with god knows what, but the gold trimmings were shining in the afternoon sunlight.

He’d already have French soldiers accompanying him, he was a prince after all. Would he need such weaponry?

“I do not see why not.” He muttered to himself before stuffing it into his bag with the rest of his belongings. Lafayette dusted off his fancy clothing and stood in triumph, well, before a woman cleared her throat behind him.

Lady Adrienne stood at the doorway to his study, her emerald green skirts creased against the doorframe. Lafayette and Adrienne previously courted before he left for the colonies, which ended up being her last straw. Lady Adrienne attempted to stop him, since she was a loyalist to the monarchs of France, but Lafayette refused to listen.

“que veux-tu? I'm busy at the moment.” Lafayette covered his bag with a nearby coat, crossing his arms.

“I heard you’re going back to the colonies. What’s so special across the ocean that you can’t have here? You’re a prince for god sake”

“It’s none of your concern, get out of-”

“Last time you left for the colonies- left me for the colonies- you just weren’t the same when you came back.” she was on the verge of yelling

Lafayette sighed, having already been through this conversation ever since he came back to France.

“This is nonsense. I need to be alone as of now.” Lafayette turned away from her to continue packing his belongings. She had a hurt expression on her face; part of her mind refused to believe he wasn’t her suitor anymore. Ever since he left for the colonies.

She slowly began to advance towards him. “That is no way to talk to your previous courting partner, Lafayette.” Her tone was strong yet unsure.

“It’s Prince Lafayette to you, and there’s a reason why we’re not courting now..” He was notably irritated by her presence.

Lady Adrienne wasn’t leaving his quarters until she was given an answer.

“Was I not enough for you to stay in France…?” she rested a hand on his shoulders, Lafayette visibly cringed. “What’s in the colonies that you can’t have here?”

Lafayette swiftly turned towards her, brushing her hand off of his shoulder in disgust. “I don’t have to answer to you—“ he attempted to retort

“—Don’t tell me you’re still mad that I had more faith in the monarchs of our country rather than you”

Lady Adrienne rolled her eyes annoyingly, Lafayette blood had already begun boiling long ago. She started moving closer to Lafayette, attempting to trap him in his room, and forcing him to stay in France. Although this was her main plan, she wanted an answer, and she wanted it now.

“Your own lover didn’t believe in you. Is that why you’re so upset? It’s quite the reaction for something so minuscule—” she scoffed.

Lafayette snapped

“—as a matter of fact, you weren’t my lover. It’s not you, its...”

Lafayette, clearly frustrated, struggled to hold up under his old friend’s gaze. She saw it in his eyes, the way they lightened when he thought about the colonies.

She saw a similar light in them the day he returned from France. Perhaps it was the praise he obtained for the foreign war, or perhaps some treasures he discovered, or maybe someone.

“Lafayette... Did you find another partner in the colonies?”

The panic was visible in his eyes, but there no was no reason to panic, he thought.

Lafayette brushed up against lady Adrienne, his lips were millimeters from her ear. He began

“Our relationship ended from the moment I set foot on that ship, and I do not regret it one bit..”

He stepped out of her reach and continued to pack away his belongings, Lady Adrienne was frozen with shock.

“My business in the colonies is my business only,” He stated strongly. “And you are free to believe whatever you want, it would benefit me in the least to care about what you think. Am I being clear?”

Lady Adrienne could only stand in silence

“Security! I’d love for you to escort this maiden out of this quarters at once!”

He’d never forget the hatred in her eyes as she was humiliatingly taken away. Lafayette kept his mind on his current task: the colonies await his arrival.

—to be continued—

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anxious-allie-ren · 3 years

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The Rumors.

Coming at you with the next chapter! This one was fun! I really laid some good ground work here and planted some hints for future important plot points. So, see if you can find them! I hope you enjoy!

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The next banquet was once again held at the King and Queen's summer estate. But rather than showing up in the evening for a night of dancing and conversation, guests came instead to share a meal and a few waltzes.

All that were in attendance had just enjoyed a delicious three-course meal. A light vegetable soup served with a side of bread, followed by roasted pheasant with glazed potato, and finished off with a delicious iced pudding. You had starved yourself all day for the meal, expecting nothing but a grand spread. It's safe to say you were not disappointed. Your father on the other hand, he was a different story. He had nothing nice to say about the meal, stating that his pheasant was dry and the pudding was too sweet. You were able to conjure up an excuse to get away from him, walking away from your table and into the crowd. You needed to breathe.

You're watching the couples dance around the floor as you feel someone come up to your side.

"Did you enjoy your meal, my lady?"

You turn to see Poe standing next to you, looking as dashing as ever. He's dressed in his usual tuxedo, curly brown hair tamed in a perfect mop on his head. You smile up at him and nod.

"Yes I did. How about you, Lord Poe?"

"Just Poe, remember? I did enjoy it, but I have to say, I wish the pudding had been sweeter."

His response makes you giggle, looking down at your hands. He was so drastically different from your father. Of course they would even differ on something as simple as the dessert.

"Of course, Poe."

Poe turns to look at you. He holds out his hand for you just as the previous dance ends.

"Would you like to dance with me, miss Y/N?"

You nod quickly and place your gloved hand in his, allowing him to lead you out onto the dance floor.

You are swept up in him as you waltz about the room. You could feel that spark from your stroll in the park. Only now, it was beginning to burn brighter, being fanned by the closeness of your bodies. The way he was looking down at you had your cheeks burning red. Poe smiled and held your hand just a bit tighter.

"I very much enjoy the time we've spent together, miss Y/N."

His words take you by surprise. Of course you enjoyed his company. But you were not expecting the feeling to be mutual. You look up in his eyes, a bright smile spread across your face.

"I have as well, Poe. But please just call me Y/N."

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Those in the crowd watch the two of you as you dance. The spark could be felt by everyone in attendance. It seemed that the young woman who gained praise from the King had found her love match. Any one with eyes could clearly see the connection between the two of you.

That of course meant that both your father and Lord Hux could see this as well. The men were standing off to the side watching.

"I knew she would fall for a younger man. We should have just arranged the marriage and been done with it. You promised me this would be no problem."

"Lord Hux, I can assure you this will simply be a little obstacle in our plans. MY daughter will be your bride by the end of the season."

Lord Hux looks at your father, his brows furrowed in anger. He slicks back his ginger hair with his hand and sighs.

"You're right, your grace. Because I'll be taking matters into my own hands."

With that, Lord Hux makes his way through the crowd and onto the dance floor.

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You are broken from your moment with Poe as Lord Hux comes up to the both of you, your father following closely behind.

Poe turns to face him, dropping your hands from him.

"Good evening, Lord Hux. How can I help you?"

Lord Hux scowls at Poe and turns his direction to you.

"I've come to ask my lady to dance with me, if that's alright with you."

You couldn't believe the brazen actions of Lord Hux. It is more shocking that your father was going along with this. He had been so demanding that you behave, but certainly this little stunt would not look good to the ton.

You swallow the lump in your throat. The last thing you wanted to do was dance with him. He had made his intentions very clear in your last interaction. You didn't want to do anything more to give him the wrong idea. Lord Hux stood no chance with you. Poe looked down at you, sensing your hesitancy. He was about to answer when your father stepped in.

"Of course, Lord Hux. Y/N would love to dance with you! It would be her honor."

Your father punctuates those last words with a hard look at you. It was clear you had no choice in the matter. It was either behave now and come out of this with your dignity intact, or walk away and lose the good graces of the King and the ton.

You stay silent as you take Lord Hux's hand and begin to dance with him. Your face is as still as the statues that decorate the elaborate ballroom. You wanted to make it clear to all that may be watching, along with your dance partner, that you were not enjoying this.

Lord Hux drones on about his vast estates, wealth, etc. but you can't bring it in you to listen. None of this information mattered to you. As he continues going on about some group of men he's assembling, you catch the eyes of the raven haired man from across the room.

He's standing amongst the crowd, dressed in a fine tuxedo. You couldn't even take in his attire. All you could focus on was his gaze, which was fixed right on you. The both of you couldn't keep your eyes off each other. Even as Lord Hux twirled you around the floor, your eyes still managed to find him. As the song ended, you nodded to Lord Hux and turned towards the direction of the man, but found that he was gone.

You made your way back into the crowd. You were hoping to find Poe or even the mystery man. You stopped at the refreshments table to get a glass of champagne. As you turned, you spotted the man again. He was talking with a few other men, but the second he felt your stare he looked up at you and met your eyes. You were tempted to make your way over towards him but stopped as two other debutantes joined you at the table. Both girls were beautiful. The one closest to the table had short auburn hair with deep brown eyes. She was wearing an emerald green dress accented by silver beads. The woman next to her had hair that was a bit longer than the other's, but it was a lovely chocolate color. Her eyes were blue, just like the dress she had on.

"Lizzie, honestly. No King is going to be joining the ton this year." The woman in the blue dress states as she grabs a glass of champagne for herself.

"No I'm serious, he's here! Look, he's right there!" Who you now know as Lizzie says and points wildly across the room. You follow her finger and find she is spotted at the mysterious man you've been exchanging glances with. You had to be mistaken. Maybe she was pointing at one of the other men in the group.

You look back to the pair and step closer to them.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude on your conversation. But I couldn't help but overhear you say a King is in attendance?"

The women both turn their attention to you and prepare to make an introduction. The woman in the emerald dress speaks up first.

"Yeah, sorry! My name is Elizabeth, but you can just call me Lizzie. This is Julia."

"Lizzie here thinks that a King from another country has joined the ton this season. I think she's delusional."

You laugh at Julia's comment and introduce yourself.

"Julia, I'm not kidding! My mother told me all about it after the last ball. He was seen talking to

Charlotte. I guess the interaction didn't go so well."

You decide to join in, hoping to get more information.

"Which one did you say is the King?"

Lizzie once again points in the direction of the raven haired man, who is still in conversation.

"That man there, the dark haired one. My mother says he's king of Chandrila. A really broody one."

Julia pipes in, staring at the man along with you both.

"Well, he is handsome. Tall and broad. How do you know he's broody, Lizzie?"

"Oh, he's drop dead gorgeous for sure! But my mother knows some of the lads that served in his army. Said he was brutal."

You let those words sink in for a second before you speak up.

"Well shouldn't you be brutal in battle? I mean especially if you're commanding an army."

"Oh yeah of course. But this wasn't just on the battle grounds. This was to his servants and townspeople as well. Said he would have a big outburst and break things, scream at people, all of that. Seems like a case of another horrid man blessed with good looks. Feel real bad for the one who ends up with him."

You and Julia nod along to her remarks. The two women go on gossiping about others in the ton. You pretend to follow along. But you continue to go over Lizzie's words in your head. Has a king from some other country really come and joined your ton? If so, what was the reasoning? Was he really some dangerous man? It sounded as though he was. It seemed as though you had caught his attention as well.

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Kylo's POV

Arriving late was not something Kylo was fond of. He hated doing so. But being so far from home meant letters and packages took a bit longer to arrive to him. This resulted in his duties not getting done in the timely manner he was used to. All of this made him late to the banquet. He knew this would come to bite him in the ass.

Kylo had full intentions of going, introducing himself to you, and asking you to dance tonight. But with how late he arrived he wasn't even sure a dance would still be open for him. Or if you'd even still be here.

Kylo scanned the crowd, hoping to spot you amongst all the women in frivolous dresses. With no luck, he turned his attention to the dance floor. There, he spotted you with the ginger haired man from the ball. It was easy to see your distaste for him. It was written all over his face. It took everything in him to stay in place and not remove you from the man's arms. No true gentleman should make a lady that uncomfortable.

Just as he was about to move on and find a drink, you looked up. Kylo felt as if his heart had leapt into his throat and then dropped to his toes. Your gaze was enough to hold him in place. Each spin, twirl, or dip he stayed right there to meet your eyes again. Each time he got that same feeling. He couldn't put a name to it, but he knew for certain he'd never felt anything like it before. He needed to get out of there. The feeling was beginning to get overwhelming. Kylo quickly made his way towards the drink table, grabbing a glass and walking off to a quieter part of the room.

Though of course it didn't stay that way for long. Just as he was catching his breath, two gentlemen came up to him and began conversation. He didn't want to seem rude, but fuck could a man get a moment of peace?

He listens to the men talk about their respective territories and such, including his input every now and then. Suddenly, he felt as though someone was watching him. He looked up to find you staring at him from the refreshments table he had just been at. It felt as though he was just missing you. You turned your attention to the two women who had joined you. Kylo looked down at his glass, half listening to the men in front of him. He was determined to meet you by the end of the night.

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Many had left already. A few couples stood around chatting while their chaperones watched. Kylo continued to scan the room, hoping he hadn't missed you.

He walks out into the main hall near the doors to the estate. There, he spots you standing off to the side while an older man, whom he assumes is your father, talks with the ginger haired man he'd seen you dancing with earlier. He stands and admires you for a moment. You quietly gaze at the chandeliers and art work that graces the walls, content with just being there.

Kylo walks up to you silently hoping not to scare you from your trance. He comes to stand a few feet from you. Now that he is up close, he can really take in your beauty.

He had very limited experience with women, but he understood beauty. He thinks back to the deer in the forest from when he was a child. It was so naturally beautiful standing in the tall grass. It's antler's seemingly reaching the sky, showing off the deer's strength. He remembers how beautiful he found the animal, how intrigued he was by it. Even up until the end, he wanted to protect it. As he looked upon you, he was reminded of that deer. Beautiful, strong, and something he wanted to protect.

You finally felt his gaze and turned to look at him. Your eyes widened in surprise. Kylo thought for certain he saw fear flash before your eyes before you quickly hid it behind a polite smile. He quickly snaps out of his thoughts. Kylo clears his throat and tries to provide a smile back.

"Hello miss, I wanted to finally introduce myself. I am Kylo Ren, King of Chandrila."

You stand there staring at him for a moment. He's scared he's upset you in some way. Or even scared you off with his title.

"Hello, your majesty. It is an honor to meet you. I am Miss Y/F/N, the daughter to the Duke of Selonia."

Kylo can't help the small smile that begins to form as he hears your name leave your lips. He knows instantly that it will be a name that plays on loop in his mind for days to come.

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There we have it! They've finally met. About damn time am I right? Any guesses on what's coming next?

Also wanted to add that I will be going on vacation for two week starting Saturday. So I will do my best to update in-between then. But I can't guarantee anything.

Love,

Allie

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period-dramallama · 2 years

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Tudor Queen, Tudor Crown: a review

Yeah I'm not bothering to finish this book. Life is short and my to read list is long.

Let's begin with the book itself. It's bad. It has been through spellcheck, but the editor was either lazy or non existent. As a result, there are sentences that do not make sense. Here's some examples- all from the first 40 pages:

"Set a dangerous precedence"

"Ridiculing her to high dungeon"

"The King was loathed to send her back to Spain" [because he wanted her dowry]

"Gracious largess"

"The draft filled hall" (to be fair I think that one depends on whether you're American or not)

"The damp castle was all but inhabitable"

"They had their heads loped off".

As to the history.... the author's background seems to be in mythological retellings. Not necessarily a bad approach. However, she does not have an eye for detail. She confuses the Poles and the de la Poles- they were two different families. She says it was Mary's uncle, not her cousin, who was Holy Roman Emperor. Her dating also means Anne was born in 1508 or 1509- I don't know of any historian who thinks she was born after 1507. She calls Katherine of Valois "Katherine Valois." If she had bothered to Google Katherine, this could have been corrected.

Speaking of Katherine of Valois, she says Owen Tudor "cuckolded his sovereign by tumbling his wife". I'm fairly confident that Katherine and Owen didn't get together until after Henry V was dead.

This is literally on page one of the book. Granted, it may be one of the ways the author is 'retelling' but still. Page one. And Owen is not the only historical man to get unfairly treated in this book.

The author seems either to exaggerate the facts, or misunderstand their significance. Exhibit A: Henry "invested one boy after another giving them titles and lands recognising them as his." However many illegitimate sons Henry had, he did not do this. He did it with just one son- Henry Fitzroy.

When it comes to Anne's execution, the author has this to say: "For Anne Boleyn was no Katherine of Aragon. The Dowager Princess' dignity was so great and her character was so pious, no one would have ever credited such a charge. Anne Boleyn's repute however was entirely different."

Leaving aside the fact many people-who didn't even like Anne- didn't believe the charges... does the author think it is a coincidence that Henry's princess wives got annulments while his commoner wives got either executed or threatened with execution? Of course Katherine of Aragon wasn't arrested or beheaded, there would be consequences abroad for that. Charles V could only put up with so much.

The novel also implies at one point that Henry has soldiers murder Katherine of Aragon... but what about the autopsy? If Katherine met a violent death, why would the autopsy talk about the ominous condition of her heart and ignore literal stab wounds? Why?

Now on to the retelling... I saw there would be a chapter from Elizabeth's POV in 1548 and I thought to myself "oh god she's going to have a torrid passionate affair with seymour isn't she".

And I was right.

Much original much retelling very unpredictable wooooow so groundbreaking never seen that before

Basically Elizabeth is swept off her feet by seymour because he's so hawt and she has never felt lust before and I know exactly what the author is doing. She's trying to spin it as Elizabeth being Empowered and Taking Charge of Her Sexuality. Babe. You can't Hades/Persephone a real life case of child abuse. And the distinction between shipping twisted ships and shipping Elizabeth/Seymour is the same as the distinction between thirsting after fictional villains and thirsting after Manson/Bundy/Dylan Roof etc. Why not make OCs if you want this story so badly? Who knows you might even end up with a story that's...original....

The author stated at the end of the book that she wanted to write Mary as not being in love with Philip. It would be interesting to have Mary and Philip have a more nuanced and strained relationship than simply 'Mary loves Philip, Philip doesn't love Mary."

(There's a double standard in these kinds of novels where Seymour lusting after teenage Elizabeth makes him the sexy bad boy but if Philip lusts after adult Elizabeth then he's a terrible husband betraying his poor wife. Go figure.)

That's not what we get though. What we get is Mary and Philip consummating their marriage with no foreplay and with Philip not caring about Mary's physical pain while it happens. Cheap, lazy, unimaginative.

As to the quality of the story... not nearly enough dialogue. There's so little dialogue that the dialogue is in italics, no different than thoughts. Why write a story if you never let characters talk to each other on the page? I don't want the story summarised for me dammit I want to see and hear it happen!

#historical fiction #it isnt even interestingly bad a la queens gambit #it is just a mess #histfic reviews

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ms-rampage · 3 years

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Nice to Meet You

Charles Smith x [OC] Kate Winchester (or female reader)

This is my first RDR2 writing. I've had this swimming around in my head for awhile now, and this is one my favorite ships 😁😁💕💕. This is pretty much one of the ways I would have Kate and Charles meet. My writing requests are closed for now, but I'll save your request in my queue.

Warnings: None, maybe some slight language but thats normal for my writings. Awkward Kate/Y/n? 😅😂

A/N: Feel free to insert yourself as my OC as you read on. 😁😊

Photo of Charles isn't mine

Camping out near the Hanging Dog Ranch in Big Valley, West Elizabeth. The lavender field is such a beautiful place to set up camp, its even more beautiful with the snowy mountains from the West Grizzlies of Ambarino.

Kate always had this connection with nature. This spot is great for star gazing, and sometimes hunting. She normally didn't like hunting unless it was really necessary, such as for food, or to make a few dollars to sell some pelts for food. Being a naturalist can be difficult sometimes. You study animals, but sometimes cravings kick in, and you sometimes gotta hunt animals for food. Saloon food doesn't do it sometimes, so you gotta cook your own food.

Camping can be dangerous, even by yourself and especially if you're a woman, but for Kate she's a natural and somewhat of a veteran at camping alone, especially for her size. Being 5'4 and very easy to miss, especially when sitting or laying down, but that's why she has her guard dog Haley watching over the campsite while she's away. She's a good dog, German Shepard.

She's just relaxing, drinking some coffee as the cold West Elizabeth breeze blows past her, and that's when something startles her Missouri Fox Trotter, Lily. She somehow manages to unhitch herself, and takes off running into the wooded area nearby.

"Lily!" she exclaims dropping her cup of hot coffee to chase her horse. "Lily come back!". She sprints after her.

[Charles POV]. Normally he doesn't go this far from the gangs camp, but sometimes a good ride is good to clear your head. The areas around Strawberry is good for hunting. Getting away from the gang even for couple hours or a couple days can be a good thing.

Charles sets up his camp near the Black Bone Forest, not far from where Kate is set up, but of course he doesn't know this. Fixing up the fire as the evening sun is less than an hour away from setting. Warming up his hands as the cold weather starts to pick up, and night time will be arriving soon.

As he warms up his hands, he hears the voice of a woman calling out for someone, sounding distant but very close. He continues to warm up by the fire then a black, white tovero horse with saddle, and everything on, trots by looking a bit agitated. Putting two and two together, he figures it belongs to the woman calling out for it.

He gets up from his spot near the fire, and slowly approaches it, not wanting to startle or scare it away.

[Kate's POV]. "Lily!" she shouts, the tracks her horse had left now fading. Feeling like hours since she's been tracking her down. Normally she's really good at tracking animals, but it's close to night time and she left her lantern at her campsite. As well as her dog, hoping she doesn't get attacked by wolves, bears or cougars.

"Fuck" she sighs, "Lily!". She whistles for her, waiting for the whinny and heavy hooves of her horse, but to no avail. No sign of her. Not realizing she had chased her down a little too far. Kate is now nowhere near her campsite and is now in an area where there are dangerous predators lurking in the dark somewhat terrifying forests.

[Charles POV].

"Hey there girl" he says softly to the horse. She whinnys softly at him, digging her hoove into the dirty, not sure who he is. He continues to slowly approach her, when he gets to arms reach of her, he calms her down. "You're okay girl".

[No POV]. Patting her, Lily then calms down. He guides her towards his campsite, hitching her near Taima. 10 minutes had passed, "Lily!" the voice of the horse's owner echoes through the trees, followed by footsteps not far from Charles campsite. After another few minutes, a woman comes into view.

Charles sees her walk into view of his camp, "Ma'am is this your horse?" he asks. Relieved to see her horse is alive and well. Kate lets out a sigh of relief, "Oh fuck. Oh my God. Yes, thank you so much sir. I don't know what she saw, she just took off from her hitching spot". She unhitches her horse from the spot.

"I can escort you back to your camp" he tells her, knowing that this is O'Driscolls and Skinner brothers country. "Oh no its fine but thank you for the offer. I don't want to be a burden" she tells him.

"I insist" he tells her, "Its dark, and I don't want you to get attacked. This is a O'Driscolls and Skinner brothers area".

"Are you sure? My campsite isn't set up far" she asks, "I hope it isn't trouble?". This little lady can easily get attacked by any bandits and robbers. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't escort her, and made sure she was safe.

"I'm sure. I don't want you to get hurt" he tells her.

"Well if you insist then thank you sir". she tells him. She mounts Lily, and Charles mounts Taima. "I'm set up at the lavender field. Near the Hanging Dog Ranch" she informs him.

"Near the O'Driscolls hideout?" he asks, looking at her with a look of concern.

"There's no one at the hideout. I checked it out earlier, its empty". she replies. He escorts her to her campsite which is less than a 10 minute ride.

As they're riding, Charles gets a better glimpse at Kate's face. He knows he's seen her before but he's not sure when and where though, she's very beautiful, and also very small, short but height and size isn't really important to him. He knows she can probably hold herself in fight, but he wants to be a gentleman, and guide her to her camp.

When they reach her campsite, her dog greets with a bark of excitement and tail wagging. Kate hitches Lily. Charles gets off his horse. "Have I seen you before?" he asks her, "I feel like I've seen you before".

Kate did recognize him, but like him, she wasn't 100% sure. Getting a better look at his face and other features from the fire and a bit of light from the moonlight. He's most likely half African American and Native, he's also very handsome. "Outside the Smithfield Saloon in Valentine" she tells him, "I believe one of your friends got into a fight with Big Tommy".

He lets out a soft chuckle, and a slight smirk "I thought so. That was Arthur".

"And also in the Heartlands" she tells him, "Well you didn't see me, but I saw you with that same man... Arthur, who fought Tommy. I was studying bison, and you two were riding by. I recognized you".

"Studying bison?" he asks, intrigued by her response.

"I'm a naturalist. I study animals, and wildlife. I'm also a herbalist". she tells him, "I usual camp by myself to clear my head... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name".

"I'm Charles" he introduces himself.

"I'm Kate. It's finally nice to meet you" she was always terrible at introducing herself because she's very awkward, "But yeah, I study animals. Bison, Buffalo, cattle in general, I find very interesting... Sorry I'm just rambling on about my interests". She chuckles nervously.

"No worries. It's fine" he tells her, giving her a soft smile. Finding this woman very interesting and very attractive, also getting this strange feeling in his stomach that he has never ever gotten before, "I should be getting back to my camp now. Have I nice night, Kate".

"You too Charles, and thank you for the escort" thanking him with a smile. He hitches his horse and rides back to his camp. The whole time Kate was on his mind, even when he would try to sleep. Just something about her, her interests, and her demeanor. How sweet and down to Earth she is.

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All Time Low

Part 14 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~4.4K

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TW: Self Harm. Alcohol addiction.

Y/N POV

I pause the movie, answering my phone and expecting Max.

Y/N: What up whore?

There's a long pause before I hear Max's breath come through my phone.

Y: Max?

Liz: Y/N?

I pull my phone back from my face because that's not Max. My eyes go wide, and my face goes red, realizing what I've done.

I open my mouth, but nothing is happening.

Oh my God, I can't breathe!

Speak!!!

Y: Liz!? I- Oh- I'm so sorry. I-

Before I can continue, her angelic voice cuts me off.

Liz: Y/N I-

She stops herself.

Liz: Do you remember what I told you when you left my place for the first time?

Of course, I remember. I remember it all.

Y: Yes. You told me that you feel me.

I take a pause. All my emotions and anxiety are fighting for the top spot in my brain.

Y: You told me you wanted us to be in constant contact. You didn't want us to lose any part of what we've built up.

I stop again. I can't see Liz, but I know she's waiting for me to continue on the other end.

Y: I also know at the same time you and Robbie were going through something, and that was a reason you were trying to take things slow with us no matter how we felt with one another. But now that I know, where does that leave us? Because there are still things, I don't know. MK and Ash told me that you had things to say to me. So, before we talk more about us. I want to know what's up.

I ended my short speech faster than I thought I would. My mouth was on autopilot, and I didn't know where each sentence would end.

L: Everything I told you on that day, I still feel. Y/N-

She stops. It sounds like she moves her phone away from herself before I hear a ruffle and her come back.

L: Y/N, after you left, Robbie showed up. It was the first time I had seen him in days. I had left him in Richmond while I came to New York.

She breathes in. I ask why without speaking, and she answers as if she can hear me.

L: I left him because we weren't doing well... And when he entered my apartment, I knew he was doing far worse than I thought. He looked gone. Broken.

Y: Liz?

I interject.

L: Yes?

I hear her choke back tears. And it makes me unsure if I even want to ask this next question.

Y: Why did you leave London? I need more.

I hear her lips part.

L: Robbie asked if we could slow things down, and I panicked. My mind was spiraling because I was controlled by the fear of it being like last time.

I lean forward.

Y: Like last time?

L: Robbie and I were a couple months into our relationship, and it seemed a good decision. Only for a couple of weeks later, Robbie showed up in the middle of the night profusely apologizing, slurring his words, saying, "she meant nothing." What hurt even more, was how much Robbie hurt himself over it.

I can hear a few tears slip through as her voice cracks.

L: That night, he showed up. He had cuts up and down his biceps.

Fuck. I didn't know what to say. I was mad as hell at Robbie, but clearly, he was going through something, and... that was a long time ago, so they made it work. So what happened?

Y: Liz- I- Was it like last time?

It sounds like Liz is trying to formulate a sentence, but she's not finding the right words.

L: Yes and no. I broke down because Robbie wasn't wrong. We not only needed to slow things down, we needed it to stop. We both hadn't felt each other in a while. It just seemed like we were there just to be there. Our relationship was reaching an all time low. Before Robbie knew it, I had two bags packed up. I shuffled my way past him and down the stairs. I didn't even look at him as I left. The last thing I said to him was, "I just need to think about this. Us. I'll call you when I land."

I hear Liz crying on the other end. Before I can even soothe her and react to her words, she keeps going.

L; I never called him. Instead, I found you. You were everything I needed.

Liz POV

I look like a rubber-faced clown. This is why I didn't want to go back to that house. I didn't even process everything that happened there yet until right now. Yes, Robbie and I made up in New York but reliving and telling Y/N made all my emotions bubble over. I genuinely love Robbie. But not like I love Y/N. At some point, I stopped seeing a future with Robb-

Wait... Do I love-

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I pull my phone away from my ear as Y/N ended the call.

I'm left staring at myself in the black mirror that is my phone. I lost her. I fucked it up again. She knows I don't deserve her—way to go, Elizabeth.

I shut my eyes and let the water run down my cheeks before my phone jolts back to life.

It's a FaceTime call from Y/N. Quickly as I can, I brush my hair back with my hand and wipe the tears away from my red eyes. She knows I cried; the least I can do is make it look like I didn't cry this much!

I position the phone a reasonable distance from my face and let my finger glide down to answer the call.

My eyes light up the second I lay them on her. How is she so-

Y/N POV

Beautiful. How is she so beautiful? Wasn't she just crying? This is unfair. She's literally a goddess. I watch her eyes look my face up and down as I do the same.

And then they lock. Our eyes lock on one another. I can't help but smile as those pools of emerald green shimmer back to me.

"Hi." I croak out and see that smile I didn't know I had missed. "Hi," she replies. "I wanted to see you." I let the honesty spill out as I can feel my eyes start to water up.

Liz smiles at me again as tears fall from her again. "Here I am." She laughs, looking up and away, causing me to do the same.

We compose ourselves but don't say a word. It takes me a few seconds to realize Liz is waiting for me. I called her, so I open my mouth to speak up. "I- I want to hear more about that night, but I just need to tell you-" I bring my hands up to my face and let them run up to my head, pushing my hair back. I can feel my stomach jumping up and down from the words waiting to be launched out of my mouth.

"I'm here for you." I bring my face up to see hers. It's beaming back at me. I smile through tears I didn't know were coming down my face. "I'm here for you. I've had time to think about everything. Including the stuff with the gaps missing, and it's made one thing clear. I want you. I want to make whatever we have work." Liz hasn't said a word, but she's looking at me with... love?

Liz nods her head. "I'm here for you too, and I'm so sorry-" "Liz don't. Don't apologize. Whatever you're about to apologize for. Don't. I want us to start from now." I state firmly but with a gentle voice. A small part of me is still pissed at her for that one night, but I've fallen for her. Can you blame me?

Liz takes my words. "Okay. Thank you, Y/N." I flutter my eyes at her and chuckle. "Of course, Liz." My eyes droop down towards her lips.

I remember that last kiss we had.

"Y/N?" I hear Liz breaking my concentration. "Yes?"

"Now what?"

I look at her, confused, before remembering. "I'd like for you to continue. What happened after Robbie showed up?" I can see Liz nod her head and compose herself.

"I let him in. Not too long after that, I thought about what happened the last time I saw Robbie like this. That coat sitting on my couch when you came later that night was his. When I screamed at you to drop it, I saw his dried blood on the inside of the sleeve." Liz covers her mouth after saying that. It's still hard for her to talk about and relive.

I watch Liz close her eyes, trying to think.

"He- he asked about you at first." She opens her eyes to me.

Shit, he knew? Of course, he knew. There were articles and pictures of us before I even knew.

"I told him your name. We made small talk before I asked him to remove his coat because I was worried if it happened again."

It meaning Robbie drinking and harming himself. And fuck, it did.

"We talked about us—Robbie and myself. The direction of the conversation was going was clear, but I still wanted to be there for him no matter what. So I told him that I wanted to help him.

He told me that he's been talking to a doctor in LA and someone with the Crisis Text Line. I felt myself starting to break inside because I made Robbie become like this." I watch as Liz puts her head down, crying again. It's clear to me she cares for him so much still. Robbie's very lucky.

"Liz, it's not your fault. You can't blame yourself. You can't do that. That's unfair. You know that, right? Liz?"

She hasn't responded yet.

"Lizzie?" I throw in the name everyone else calls her, hoping she'll hear it and bring her face back to the phone.

Liz lifts herself into frame again. Her eyes have gotten redder since the beginning of the call. I just want to hold her. I see the guilt written all over her. Even if she knows that it's not her fault, there's always going to be a tiny bit of her that thinks otherwise. I watch her catch her breath.

"Lizzie?" She asks me. "Don't call me Lizzie." I tilt my head, a bit confused. "Everyone else calls me Lizzie. I like it when you call me Liz. You're the only one that does it, and I love hearing it." She shines me that smile I've grown to love. "Okay, Liz." I smile back and let a moment of rest come between us.

I look at my tv screen. It's dimmed out and shows the time in the top right corner. Liz and I have been talking longer than I thought. It's now past 5pm for me. Meaning it's past 10pm for her. I look back to the younger Olsen in front of me.

"You don't have to keep talking about that night, Liz. It's okay if we stop, I know-"

"Y/N." She stops me with a tone I haven't heard her use. It's like a tone a teacher uses when she needs your attention. "I want to tell you everything. I want to share everything with you. I don't want any distrust between the two of us. I've already hurt you. I'm not going to do it again." She looks at me, and I see her right hand pass the screen. It seems like she went to caress my face. "Okay?"

I hold back tears, nodding. "Okay."

Liz POV

"He told me he was going to LA the next day to start his AA program and- and he- he told me he was going to do all of this whether we were together or not. I felt so much when he told me that because I felt so proud of him for making this next step in his life, all while that meant that part with me was going to be over. As I said, we both knew how we felt. It just hurt a little because Robbie had some small hope that we'd be together after that night."

I look to Y/N. It's clear that she had zero idea about any of this until she furrows her brows and looks at me. "That's why..."

I tilt my head. "That's why what, Y/N?"

"The next day, Robbie's name was trending on Twitter." I nod at her.

"He and his band announced that Robbie would be taking some personal time away. Many rumors spiraled from that, but only a few key people know the real reason."

Y/N looks at me. "You were with him when he did this, weren't you?" I once again nod to her. "The next morning, I flew back to LA with him." Y/N must play poker sometimes because, hearing that, she doesn't flinch. Unless she already knew? "I couldn't leave again. I wanted to be there for him. Together as a couple or not. He's still a friend to me, Y/N, and if that bothers you, I have to know."

I watch my Coffee Girl take this in and think. I obviously want her to say no. But this is unrealistic. Someone being friends with an ex is never a good thing. But Robbie and I are different, aren't we?

"If you're truly over him, then no, it doesn't bother me. That night before I left you two, he seemed genuine, and I mean the things I said to him. So no, I don't believe it bothers me. I know you love him. But you don't love him."

Y/N POV

I have no fucking idea if it bothers me. Someone being friends with an ex is never a good thing. But Robbie and Liz are different. Right?

Liz POV

I want to be in her arms. I want these words to be told to her pretty face in person. I want nothing more than to feel her lips on mine.

Y/N's correct. I do love Robbie but not how I used to.

"What else happened before I showed up?" She watches me think some more because there is not a lot else. "We just talked. I helped him get a bath going so he could start healing his arms. We held each other." I tell Y/N that and watch her eyebrow twitch. "Nothing else besides that. The second I left him alone, you showed up."

"Did anything happen after I left?" She looks away, whispering just loud enough for our phones to pick it up.

Does she reall- I would never go back to Robbie after everything. I watch her advert her eyes from me. Fuck.

"Y/N, look at me." I sigh. "Y/N, look at me, please." I calmly ask. She looks at me, tears in her now red eyes. "I would never hurt you like I hurt Robbie. I would never cheat on you. I promise you. I fully and honestly promise you. I'm so fucking sorry for ever making you think I would. I'm not perfect. I know this. But Y/N, nothing happened between Robbie and I. We're done. You're the one I want and no one else. Not now. Not ever. Y/N, I feel you!" I let out that last sentence like my life depended on it. But it's true—all of it.

I didn't even realize that while I was getting all these words out, I had risen from my bed and mindlessly walked around the room.

Y/N POV

I look right into the eyes of the woman I've fallen for. The model. The actress. The third sister.

Elizabeth Chase Olsen.

I watch her walk around her room before dropping to the floor. She looks as if she's holding her breath, waiting for me.

Before I can respond, I wipe my eyes and make myself look more presentable. I clear my throat and answer her.

"I trust you. I believe you. I feel you, Liz."

Liz POV

The words I didn't think I would hear again. Or at least for a long time, reach my ears. I can't help but let out a giddy smile and look at her. She looks at me the exact same way. Y/N hasn't said another word, but she's looking at me with... love? Love in her eyes?

I'm just so mesmerized by her. From the second I met her at the coffee shop, I thought she was cute. But then I again met her at the park, and the connection to one another was stronger, and then our date happened. She captivated me without doing anything special. Because she is unique, she's truly one in a million. Let's not forget after the date when Y/N and I-

"Liz!"

I look at Y/N staring at me.

"You back!?"

"What?" Y/N playfully rolls her eyes before winking. "I asked you a question, but you seemed distracted. Any reason?" She smirks at me. Y/N knows the exact reason.

I'm so glad to have us back at this stage. The playful, flirty stage of our... whatever we are.

"So what was the question?" I ask, walking back to the bed before flopping myself onto it, kicking my feet into the air. Y/N watches me and laughs at my cuteness.

"I asked how Robbie was doing now?" I'm honestly a little taken aback by that question. But it warms my heart to know they care.

"He's doing well. He has his doctor's appointment tomorrow, and his first AA meeting went well. I'm proud of him."

What she says next makes me fall even harder for her.

"Me too." I can feel my cheeks start to hurt from smiling at her. "So now what, Liz?" "What do you mean?"

She adjusts her sitting position. "What are we? We both want to be more than friends, but are we ready to put labels on it?" Y/N asks with some hesitation and worry in her voice.

"Well." I stop and think. I want to be more than what we are, but as much as it sucks, I can't yet. The world still thinks I'm with Robbie. Hell, half of this spinning planet doesn't even know I'm bisexual. How will everyone react? How will my mom react? My dad?! Y/N's family! Oh shit.

Suddenly the bed below me doesn't feel comfortable; it feels like it's pulling me in, and I can't get out. I try to move my body but find it stuck, just like my breathing. Why am I having trouble breathing?

I look down at my phone and see two Y/N's shouting at me, but I can't determine what they are saying. I'd try to focus on them as they slowly form into one.

"Liz! Elizabeth! Please, baby, focus on me! Liz, come back to me!" I see her scared face searching for my eyes. "There we go! Look at me, Liz! Look at me." I slow down. "Breathe in... Breathe out. Come on, Liz. Match with me."

I eventually match her breathing pace as I finally have my own thoughts again.

"I'm sorry, I don't k-" "Liz! It's okay. It's okay. You don't need to apologize or explain yourself. I can put together what happened."

We let each other breathe and take in the moment. "Thank you, Y/N." I gaze my eyes over her face and all of its beautiful features. Her dimples when she smiles. Her nose with a perfect ridge. Her jawline that almost puts mine to shame.

"I lo-"

"I under-"

We both stop. She stopped because she didn't want to interrupt me. I stopped because I didn't mean to start saying what I was saying. Unless I do want to say it? I slightly shake my head. No. It's too soon.

I nod to my Coffee Girl. "Go ahead."

Y/N POV

"I understand if you still want to take us slow. I think that is a good idea and I want that as well. We should get to know each other more before putting a label on anything. Plus, you're going to be gone a month, so this will be a perfect test for us." I put on a fake laugh to try and cover the fact that I'm slightly scared. She's going to be gone for the next couple of weeks filming. Filming! Meaning that I will be in a relationship with a movie star! An Olsen sister!

"I agree." I overheard Liz through my cloud of concern. "Really?!" She nods at me. "Yep. I want this Y/N. I want this to work."

"Me too."

I look at the time on my tv again. Oh, shits, it's now close to 6pm. "Whatcha looking at?" She caught me. "The time. Max and James are coming over soon." Liz pouts, and it's one of the cutest things I've ever seen a human do. "Trying to get rid of me already?" She's really pulling at heartstrings now.

"Already?" I laugh. "We've been on for like an hour and a half! Do you expect it to be like this every night?" She stops pouting and turns on her more bratty voice. "Um, yes!" She smirks at me, and I can't help but get it right back. "Me too. Don't worry, darling." Is Liz blushing? Is that what I see?

"Oooh, Darling, huh? I could get used to that." "Good." I wink and throw in a click of the tongue.

Now resting on top of us is a comfortable silence. One we haven't had in a long time. I watch as Liz replays our conversation in her head. Don't ask how I know; I just know. "Who's James?" "What?" "You said Max and James are coming over. Who's James?" Oh my God, is someone jealous?

"Max's older brother. Liz, don't even sweat it. I'm gay, remember?" Liz gets a bit embarrassed as I emphasize the word gay because, for her, even to think that I'd get with James is literally gross and homophobic. Kidding, but not really.

"I know. I know. I don't want anyone to even think about touching my Coffee Girl!" Her saying the word my and the words Coffee Girl are now causing me to blush. "Don't worry, Liz. No one will come between us." I let the reassuring words fall from my lips.

"Tomorrow, you start filming, right?" Liz slowly nods at me. I think tiredness just hit her. "Do you know what time you'll be done?" "Umm, I know tomorrow we're doing an emotional scene with the kids, so I'll probably be free after 6pm?" I do the quick mental math in my head. "Okay, so that's 1pm for me, and I won't be home till like 4pm, but that's 9pm for you! Liz! That's going to be so late!"

"Y/N it's gonna be okay! We want this to work, so it'll work! It's just the start. One day of many, okay?" "You're right, Liz. One day at a time." Liz blows me a kiss, and I dramatically catch it like a 1950's housewife. Liz laughs at my action before closing her eyes.

I find myself staring at her in all her sleeping beauty. Oh, wait, she's sleeping? "Liz?" Liz puts up her hand and tries shooing at me. "Liz," I say a little louder. The phone picks up a grumble, but I can't make out what she's saying. "Lizzie!" I now try the popular nickname she doesn't want me to ever say in a sing-song fashion.

Liz instantly opens her left eye, scaring me a little bit. "What did I say about using that name." I give Liz a 'for real' look. "Really, that's what got you up?" "Oh, hush, I was about to start dreaming about this sexy coffee worker." "Oh well, why don't I let you go so you can get to that dream even quicker."

"No, wait, don't hang up!" Liz shoves herself up in her bed and rubs her eyes. "What's up?"

Liz POV

I gather myself up a bit more before stopping to form the right words. I look to Y/N, who is just smiling at me and waiting. "I feel you, Y/N. I do, and I just want to say that I'm ready for what we become." It seems that just like clockwork Y/N and I are looking at the other one crying. Through my tears, I can feel my eyes start getting heavier. Y/N notices and gives me a nod before reaching up and giving a big kiss to her phone. "We got this, Liz."

Yes, we do.

I wave, bid Y/N a good night, and end the FaceTime call. I let the phone fall from my hand and onto the bed.

"Fuck I miss her."

Y/N POV

Liz ends the FaceTime call, which could not have gone any better. I'm so happy and proud of us for laying it all out there. We both know what we want and what to expect.

I look at my phone and at myself in the black screen. I squeal and hold it close to me, thinking of Liz. I pull it back from my chest and tap the screen to reveal the time—6:36pm. I look back at my tv screen 6:16pm.

"What the fuck!" Max and James will be here any minute. I reach out, grabbing my remote to close out of Netflix to open Disney Plus. "Next time Wind River."

The app opens, and I click on Max's profile. Did I not mention that I use her account at my place? I scroll over to the Marvel section she loves so much and eventually find Captain Marvel.

I click the movie and allow it to get exactly one second in before pausing it. I lean back into my sofa and let my mind start to replay the call I just had. Smiling at the thought of her.

Liz.

"Fuck I miss her."

Part 15

#yeah duh #y/n #elizabeth olsen #fanfic #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #otiweo #elizabeth olsen x y/n #fluff #a lot of talking #marvel #mcu #elizabeth chase olsen #max #im re-editing this and i want to die #why #why am i like this #what is this

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Empires on the Horizon XIV

Jason is a CEO: Part XIV

masterlist for other parts, more jercy, bad headcanons, and an abundance of crackships

SURPRISE!!! i finally got my laptop back and thankfully they didn’t have to wipe anything so i still had all my work! Between you and me i was more worried about all my fanfics than my uni work...... But I’ve learned my lesson. Do everything on google docs now!! Anyway this is a Percy POV and i hope you enjoy because i’ve missed this little universe more than you could possibly know and we’re finally (only fourteen chapters later) getting to the jercy part of this fic?! LOL it’s been wild.

i know i’m releasing a ton of fanfics at the moment so i hope you guys don’t feel overwhelmed. You know i adore your comments and thoughts but please don’t feel pressured to read all the fics i’m posting. I’ve just had a lot of time in the last weeks so it’s been easier to create. Please take care of yourself, i love you very much and i hope you have a magical holiday season!

Percy Jackson stretched his legs out in front of him and draped a blanket over them. There were few things he indulged in, but a good plane seat was one of them. He was spoilt for it but having the space to lay his unreasonably tall body down for eight hours seemed like a worthy investment. The announcements that continuously filtered through the crackly speakers were background noise as the bustle of people getting to their seats flowed throughout the cabins. He stared out his little window at the neon-jacketed guides and airport officials directing people to wherever they needed to be. He loved watching people just do things. There was something calming about knowing others weren’t interested in him in any way. That people got on with their lives despite the turmoil nobody knew about.

A flight attendant stopped next to him with a polite smile, “Champagne sir?”

“No thank you, a water please. Too early for alcohol.” He grimaced.

Mirth danced in her eyes as she glanced up at the rest of the passengers, some dangling flutes between their fingers. “Absolutely sir, anything else?”

He shook his head, before leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes. His pre-flight ritual, which consisted of him snuggling as comfortably as possible it his seat and trying to fall asleep, was already behind. The presence of a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed CEO taking up the scattered pieces of his mind. It was crazy to think they had met almost a year ago, crazier still to think that about how much they had changed in that time. Percy at least felt like a completely different person to the one who had stepped off a plane from Hawaii all those months ago and attended his alma mater’s dinner. Although the university had surprised them with plaques honouring their contributions, it was seeing Jason Grace, learning about him that felt like the real reward. Hell, he was only half joking when he said he’d marry the guy the next Tuesday.

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts. We will be taking off shortly. In the meantime please turn your attention to the screens in front of you for a video detailing the safety measures you will need to know while aboard this flight.”

He blinked back into the world and turned half his attention to the screen and the other half to locating the blonde he couldn’t seem to keep away from. He knew the safety briefings by heart, but he always felt bad for not paying attention. Someone worked hard to make those. He didn’t spot Jason in the two minutes the video played and then it was too late because the plane gave a low rumble and suddenly, they were lurching into motion. His heart climbed to his throat and he gripped his fingers underneath the blanket.

“Okay Percy,” He mouthed to himself, “You can do this. It’s at most fifteen minutes of instability and then you’ll be up in the air and you won’t even feel it.”

“Just fifteen minutes.” He kept repeating, taking deep shaky breaths. “Fifteen minutes.”

The plane jaggered down the runway, slow enough that he could still read the road signs indicating altitudes and compass directions and all sorts of fun information he didn’t care about. He felt the huge machine turn into the long stretch of tar that led them to the sky and his stomach clenched painfully. This was always the worst part. Take off. It felt like his entire body flew off with the plane while he stuck to the ground, superglue cementing him to the floor with no escape. He didn’t feel free. He felt torn.

The plane gave a horrible lurch and then it was screaming down the runway, grass and yellow lines blurring past them. They were going so fast he’s sure they’d break the sound barrier. He squeezed his eyes shut. Knuckles white as he twisted his hands together. The plan flew down the road and into the sky. His whole body felt suspended in space. He wanted to come down. He didn’t want to be here. Even with his eyes closed he could feel how high they were. He hated it.

Slowly, the plane started to level out until he felt his body realign: feet under him, hands beside him, head above him. He opened his eyes, spots dancing in his vision as they got used to the light once more. The seatbelt sign dinged above him, and a series of clicks followed. People got up to use the bathroom and grab things from the overhead compartments. He wasn’t going to get up until he was out of this plane. So he shoved his headphones over his ears and pressed play.

I will always love you how I do

Let go of a prayer for you

Just a sweet word

He gazed out the window, clouds close enough to whisper to, and his lips pulled up in a soft smile. The sky was beautiful. It just sucked that they had to get into a death trap to get to it. With his ocean eyes pinned to the balls of cotton hanging in the blue expanse his mind drifted. Reyna. He blinked. It was almost shameful how little he had thought of her since their breakup considering their year together. She had taught him tai quan do and baked him blueberry tarts. They had escaped to a little bubble in the forest and watched the leaves turn brown as they tumbled in bed. He knew she tapped her right foot when she was annoyed but her left fingers danced when she was excited. He knew she liked her eggs fried hard because she didn’t have time for sloppy yolk, but she liked them scrambled soft because it meant a richer croissant. But despite this she did not light his soul on fire. And he did not light hers either. They were merely striking matches without wood to burn. He heaved a sigh as he watched the threads of his relationship flutter before his eyes and fell asleep to them disappearing in gold strands leaking into the clouds. He succumbed to the bright sun and the soft warmth of memories and he didn’t wake until a loud announcement gave the signal that they were landing.

It was over so fast he didn’t have time to panic and he was grateful. Finally he was collecting his bags and walking out. A driver with his surname scribbled on a plaque stood front and center and with a quick flash of his ID and a hello they were piling into the car. He didn’t get a chance to see the blonde beauty, but the island was small and time was a plenty. They would find each other again.

“To the hotel sir?”

“Yes Luca, and then please stick around for half an hour. It’s just a quick freshen before I go to work. We have a lab meeting.”

The man nodded and then focused on the busy Italian streets they were navigating. He took in the colours and sounds as they whizzed by. It felt like a different universe. People were loud and excited and full of life and the little markets seemed to pull energy from the sun and direct it into joy. He wanted to tell Luca, to pull over, screw work, and take in the beauty of this little section of the world. But his phone buzzed in his pocket and he knew with a disappointed sinking in his chest that adventure would have to wait.

“Hello Percy,” Rachel Elizabeth Dare bubbled, ‘I assume you’ve arrived?”

“Yes Rach,” He sighed but amusement caught between his lips, “Have you got news for me?”

“No,” She sounded suspicious, “Why would I have news for you?”

“Because you only track my exact times when you want something but you’re too scared to ask me so you wait till I’m halfway across the country before asking.” He wanted to laugh as she made an indignant sound.

“Okay fine,’ She grumbled, “I wanted to know if I could close up the scuba for the weekend. I met a girl and i wanted to go out on Friday night with her.”

He couldn’t hold in his laugh any longer, “Of course you can Rachel. But I’m curious to know…” He trailed off.

“Ugh you are impossible.” He could imagine her eye roll so vividly. “It’s Clarisse. The principal from your old school.”

“Well, well, well,” He grinned, “I better be getting premium seats to the wedding.”

“Why does everything always end in weddings for you?” She groaned.

“Scuse me for wanting a happily ever after.” He scrunched his face, “Oh and guess who’s here?”

“Is this a good guess or a bad one?”

“Good.” He smiled, “Very good.”

She gasped, speaker crackling at his ear, “Tell me!”

“Jason Grace.”

“What?” She squealed, “Are you guys going to have hot rebound sex and then realise you like each other more than just casual fuck-buddies and end up getting married and adopting like six children?”

He burst with amusement, “Slow down there Rach. I know I throw around the marriage idea, but kids seem like a big commitment.”

“You right,” She said decidedly, “Kids are a lot of effort. Just get married then. But no eloping!” He pictured the crease in her freckled brows. “I want to be a bridesmaid.”

“Can’t promise anything,” He giggled.

“Perseus Jackson!” She scolded.

“Oof the full name.”

“I will tell your mother and she will kick your ass.”

“Okay, okay,” He laughed, “No eloping. I have to go. But remember to take the keys for the scuba with you. We do not need the fire department breaking the door again.”

She grumbled about hating him and then blew him a kiss and ended the call. With a smile still playing on his lips he thanked Luca and rushed into the hotel. Thankfully the check in was painless and fast and he was stumbling into his room in no time. He barely had time to appreciate the gorgeous floor-to-ceiling windows and the ocean view it laid out before him. He promised himself he would take the time when he got back.

Quickly he hopped into the shower cursing when he realised he’d forgotten to take his socks off. With a horrified shudder he peeled them off and chucked them into the laundry basket, thankful it gets emptied every day. The water beat against his back, fogging up the glass and calming the racing in his veins. He gave himself the luxury of one extra minute to just take a deep breath and screw his head back onto his shoulders and then he jumped out and shoved on a pair of black slacks and a white button down. He didn’t bother to do the top few buttons, figuring he’d have time in the car. Instead he fastened a watch to his wrists, rolled up the sleeves till they sat at his forearms– any attempt to bear the Italian heat– and then he slid his feet into a pair of sleek ankle boots and mussed his damp curls. With half a moments glance at the mirror to make sure his face didn’t have patches of sun-cream and his collar was straight he grabbed his briefcase and walked out.

Glancing at his watch distractedly he rounded the corner, only to bump right into a hard chest.

“Oh,” He frowned, stepping back into a door. “Jason.”

“Hey,” The blonde smiled, “What a coincidence?” He laughed.

“You’re staying here?” It was really starting to feel like the universe was trying to tell him something.

‘Yep,” He gave a shy smile, blue gaze bright. “Guess you’re going to see a lot more of me then you expected huh?”

“I think you may be at more of a disadvantage than me.”

Jason looked at him, eyes dragging from his face down his body and eventually dropping to his shoes. Percy gave an involuntary shiver as the blonde tracked the same slow pace back up. “I think this could be very advantageous.”

“If you don’t stop staring at me like that I’m going to be very late for my meeting.”

He laughed, the previous sultriness giving away to a sparkle and flashing white teeth, “See you around Jackson.” He started walking away.

“Wait!” Percy called, “Date? Tonight? We can explore the city together?”

Jason smiled as bright as diamonds, “Sounds fun. Meet you in the bar at?”

He realised their time depended on when his meeting finished and suddenly, he wanted to cancel the whole thing and start now. ‘Seven thirty?”

“See you there. And have a good meeting.”

The blonde walked away, and Percy felt this time like he was floating away while his body remained superglued to the floor. He wanted to live in this feeling. Because this did not feel like being torn apart. This felt like coming home.

The elevator dinged down the passage and he crashed back to reality. With a string of curse words he raced for it and jumped in just as the doors began to close.

The meeting and subsequent lab tour felt endless and he concentrated on little less than half of what was being said, his mind more interested on the things waiting for him at the hotel, the person. But eventually it was over and him and Luca were cruising towards the Casa de Vita.

“Anything else you need sir?” His driver looked at him from the rear-view mirror as they turned into the hotel road.

“Recommend any good places for a first date?”

“Already met a lady sir?” Luca’s dark eyebrows almost touched his hairline in surprise.

“A man actually.”

The Italian chuckled, nodding his head as if in on some invisible joke, “The Tesora. It is just down the path and near the ocean.”

“Thank you Luca, have a goodnight.”

“And you sir.” Luca winked before peeling out of the entrance and fading into the setting sun.

Percy strolled to his room with a smile on his face, lost in a world full of possibilities. It was unsurprising then that he didn’t see the extra bag against the wall, or the shoes neatly placed by the door that weren’t his.

He took off his watch and undid the few buttons on his shirt, head lost to the glimmer of the ocean. He let his shirt fall open as he slipped off his shoes and walked towards the windows. The view really was spectacular. No matter how much he travelled it always blew his mind the places that existed, that he had yet to learn of. It was irresistible. It was perfect. It didn’t fail to cross his mind that the ocean was the exact same colour as a certain pair of gorgeous blue eyes. He blinked the image away, turning around, and his gaze landed on that exact aquamarine gaze.

“Jason?” He gasped, clutching his chest in surprise. “What are you doing in my room?”

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cruel summer ch 12: i have these lucid dreams

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Summary: sabrina starr, pegasuses, and oh no! the fourth wall broke! do we have a carpenter in the audience?

Word Count: 9000 ish

Tags: Rachel Elizabeth Dare/Jane Penderwick, Rosalind Penderwick/Tommy Geiger, Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Jane Penderwick, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Rosalind Penderwick, Skye Penderwick, Chiron (Percy Jackson), Martin Penderwick, Elizabeth "Batty" Penderwick, Elizabeth Penderwick (senior), Iantha Aaronson-Penderwick, Ben Aaronson-Penderwick, Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, Annabeth Chase, Jeffrey Tifton-McGrath, Percy Jackson, Demeter (Percy Jackson), Apollo (Percy Jackson), Camp Half-Blood (Percy Jackson), Camp Half-Blood AU, Demigods, demeter!elizabeth penderwick, demeter!rosalind (second generation), demeter!batty (second generation), apollo!alec mcgrath, apollo!jeffrey (second generation), demeter!jane (second generation), demeter!skye (second generation), all of that's in no particular order, main focus is on jane because i love her and she's so so fun to write, tomsalind is there (and stuff will happen - i can't really say what, it will really be eventful though), yes of course there's solangelo, takes place right before Penderwicks In Spring, After Trials of Apollo, more tags to come??, Minor Swearing

Notes and Full Chapter below cut:

Hello everyone and welcome back! I'll admit, this is a little later today than I'd been planning to post (was hoping to get an early start), but hey! If the Puppet History season 4 finale can be late, then so can I!

First off, a massive massive thank you to waterbottle_stickers for being the best beta reader ever. This chapter would be a mess without you. Also, if you haven't already, please check out their enola holmes fic wherever you stray, i follow it's truly wonderful.

If you've been following me on tumblr, then you'll know that, in addition to reblogging an alarming quantity of good omens fanart, I've been making some plans for fics this month. The original plan from back in august was to post every day of the month, but... ahhh.... I just don't work that fast lmao. I'll have to be content with just posting a fair amount this month. Happy october! Anyway, stay tuned.

On this fine day, we've got two lovely QUEER fanfic recommendations that I'm very excited to share. Up first is one from the tumblr blog izzielizzie (which you should all absolutely check out! especially if you're into the one of us is lying fandom!). it centers around the skye/melissa pairing and their senior prom, which Skye is said to have only gone to last minute, and also wearing a lab coat, in a passage of the penderwicks at last. featuring some oblivious lesbians and also jane. once again a massive thanks to izzielizzie, as this fic is one of my favourites!. click here to take a look! (also keep an eye on her blog in general bc her penderwicks fics are awesome!)

The second fanfic is also one I'm very fond of, as it focuses on the siblinghood of skye and jane, which is one of my favourite topics on earth. check out rolling down the ancient high street by hanchewie/ramblemadlyon (tumblr and ao3 respectively) for the sibling antics of aroace skye and bisexual jane when the latter visits the former at her college in california! and, if you like it, ramblemadlyon has two other penderwicks fics from the past couple days that look fantastic as well, and that I look forward to reading.

This chapter is dedicated to my therapist, since I've decided this will be the month of oddly specific dedications. thank you for telling me to stop referring to cruel summer as my "trash baby" and help me recognize the true worth that it holds in my life.

Disclaimer: not my characters, you know the drill. Jeanne Birdsall and Rick Riordan are lucky ducks indeed. chapter title is (obviously) from "lucid dreams" by Juice WRLD.

FROM THE POV OF JANE PENDERWICK

The woods loomed around me, seeming as tall as buildings as they invited me in further. I took another step, the sharp pain of a pinecone digging into my foot barely registered in my mind. I kept walking. A crack sounded throughout the air, and, behind me, a tree splintered round its base and fell down, only inches away from crushing me dead, and completely blocking the path out.

Frightened, I began to run, looking for a way out of the forest. But no matter which way I went, there were only trees in front of me. Where was the path? Where was the grassy hill I had walked down to get in here in the first place. Had I even walked down that hill to begin with? Now that I thought about it, I wasn’t sure I remembered coming here. I wasn’t sure I remembered waking up this morning, or going to bed last night, or anything besides existing in the forest. Who was I? What was I doing here? How could I get out?

Panicking, I stood in the middle of a clearing, looking frantically at the trees around me, trying to find something familiar. Nothing. I was exhausted. How long had I been here? An hour? A day? A lifetime? I collapsed at the base of a tree, sobbing as I tried to remember. Something. Anything.

Then, a voice echoed around me. “Welcome,” it said, and my mind went black.

I bolt upright in bed, a scream halfway out of my throat. I clamp it back, not wanting to wake my cabinmates. Thin light whimpers through the window--enough for me to see my white-knuckle grip on the sheets, but not enough to pass as daylight.

What time is it?

Our cell phones don’t really work here--that was one of the first things Miranda told us when we arrived, and Batty’s been gleefully lording it over us that her Mp3 player will still play music and, like, function, while our smart phones recline sadly in our duffel bags. That being said, I don’t feel quite brave enough to get out of my bed just yet and tiptoe over to the big analog clock that Rio bought at a pawn shop in Colorado. Maybe my phone will at least show the time.

I reach under my bed and fumble for my duffel, hooking my pinky through the zipper loop and yanking it out onto my floor. My phone’s in the front pocket, buried under two pairs of headphones, several gum wrappers, and some strawberry leaves (?????). A piece of gum peels off the screen as I disentangle my phone, and I mentally chide my past self for being so messy.

My phone does not turn on. Big clock it is.

I tiptoe across the cold tile and peer around the tree.

5:45 .

Jesus Pagan Christ.

It’s too early to wake anyone up (as I think this, Batty lets out a snore to rival any crabby Tyrannosaurus Rex), so I wrap a blanket around myself like a criminally attractive burrito, and creep out onto the porch, with my notebook and pen tucked into my shirt.

As long as I live, I will never get tired of summer mornings. There’s something deeply lovely about the soft light of the still-sleepy, pink lemonade sun, the quiet anticipation of the cool air, damp from dew and preparing for the upcoming heat. At home in Cameron, Skye’s woken me up many an early morning to go for a run or do soccer drills or for a grueling “Seven Minute Workout Except You Don’t Follow The Rules And Torture Your Sister by Making It Actually A Forty-Nine Minute Workout.” (But it’s okay, I’m not bitter). But, as delightful as those experiences have all been, I don’t think Skye really gets it. The beauty of the summer morning is not what it can do for your workout schedule, but rather in its gentle softening of an otherwise boiling day. It is to be appreciated in the way that I am now, sitting curled up on this frighteningly creaky porch (I mean, seriously, who built this?) and calling up the Sabrina Starr section of my brain to try and write away the residual panic from my nightmare.

Sabrina sighed as the plane took off. She wasn’t sure if she should have followed the voice in her head telling her to come here. Saying it out loud--even just thinking it--made it sound ridiculous. A dream, a voice in her mind. Barely more than a whim.

Worse than that, Sabrina wasn’t even sure where this whim was taking her. On a napkin in her pocket, she’d scrawled everything she remembered about the dream from the night before. The dark sky, lit only with spiderwebs of lightning, the shadowy figure huddled on a beach and soaked through with rain. The voice crying for help.

And a name. Aeaea.

After she’d woken up, Sabrina had looked up Aeaea, too tired to fully connect why the name felt familiar. Her heart had sunk further after reading the Wikipedia entry, and a breath of hopelessness had left her lips. According to the internet, Aeaea was not a real place. It had been the island prison of Circe. Fiction wasn’t new to Sabrina, and neither was mythology (she recalled an adventure spent with a ghost called Rainbow from a few years back).

Fictional places, though, were another matter. How could she get somewhere if she didn’t know where she was going? Was she trusting her gut with too much this time?

Sabrina folded up the napkin and put it back in her pocket. There was no point in worrying about that now. She’d looked at enough maps to make a guess at where Aeaea might be if it was real. When she got there, she could get more information. Sabrina Starr had survived this long in her career of rescues and whims. She could survive one more adventure. Worst case scenario, she said to herself, I spend a few days running around for nothing and have to brush up on my Greek.

She repeated it to herself like a promise. Worst case scenario, worst case scenario… Eventually, tired out from all her anxieties, and from trying desperately not to worry about what would come next, Sabrina fell asleep.

FROM THE POV OF RACHEL ELIZABETH DARE

“Okay, I give up. Tell me what’s wrong.” Annabeth’s voice startles me away from my plate of eggs, which I had been pushing around with a fork. Anxiety bubbles in my throat, just as it had been since I woke up, and food just doesn’t sound like a good idea.

“I--what?”

Annabeth waves her hand impatiently. “Don’t play dumb. I’ve been talking to you for five minutes and I don’t think you’ve looked up once. Also you’re always hungry in the mornings, so unless you, like, ate an entire cow before I got here, this ,” she gestures to my uneaten eggs, “is unusual behaviour.”

I give her a look. Sometimes, I get the feeling that Annabeth exists as a part of multiple different dimensions at once, like she’s having four other conversations that I can’t hear, and is still ten steps ahead of me in the one I’m actually a part of.

Or maybe I’m just easy to read.

“Nothing’s wrong.” I don’t want to talk about it. “I’m fine.” I’m terrified.

Annabeth sighs. “Is this about the prophecy?”

“No,” I spear another piece of egg, and don’t eat it. “Maybe. Yes.” I feel like going back to my cave and staying there for the rest of my life. Waiting with a book and some paints for the prophecy to get bored and go away. Maybe I’d take Jane with me, or Nico, for some company. That sounds nice.

My plate is pulled away from me as I aim my fork again. “I can’t pay attention when you do that,” Annabeth huffs. I think I wouldn’t invite her to stay in my cave. She’s too on the nose when I want to mope. Then again, she says the same about me.

“Fine,” I turn and face her. “Let’s talk feelings.” Connor Stoll, who had been making his way towards our table, abruptly turns around and walks the other way. I should get Chiron to hire a therapist. Gods know we need it.

Further proving my point, Annabeth’s eyes widen a little, before she remembers it is I who will be spilling. (I make a point to corner her later. It’s a routine we have). “Wow. You broke fast.”

I nod. “I’m tired and you’re annoying.” (False. We both know it. Another routine). “Like you said, I’m nervous about the prophecy.”

Annabeth nods. “And?”

I frown. “What do you mean, and ? There’s no and.”

Annabeth frowns back at me. A mirror, a mime, an annoyance. The nerve to look disappointed in me. “I thought you were spilling, Red.”

I roll my head back and study the roof of the pavilion, which Annabeth designed, and slowly lean my head down to stare at the table. I really don’t want to have this conversation. I go along anyways. “I’m worried about Jane.”

Annabeth leans back, triumphant. “Ah, yes. Your girlfriend.”

Maybe if I try reeeeeeeally hard, I can activate the Oracle of Delphi and freak Annabeth out enough to make her go away. “ Not my girlfriend. You know that.”

“You called Percy my boyfriend for weeks before we actually officially decided.”

I wave my hand dissmissively. “That’s different, you guys were dancing around each other for like three years. You needed a bit of a push. Jane and I kissed once! Over a week ago! And nothing came of it.” We actually haven’t really talked about it. We’re in this sort of in-between zone where we spend a ton of time together, but don’t have a label for it. Honestly, it’s been nice.

Annabeth grins, apparently reading my thoughts. “You’ve been eating lunch with the Demeter cabin, like, every other day. I saw you doing archery together yesterday. Both of you were awful at it, but you stayed there for hours. I’ve never seen you focus on something that long outside of your paintings.”

I stare at the ceiling again. Maybe Annabeth designed it so that a single square foot of rock might fall down onto my head and relieve me from this conversation. “Yes, fine, we spend a lot of time together. But that doesn’t make us a couple, and has nothing to do with what I’m actually worried about!” I can see in her face that Annabeth is more serious now, and is about to fully listen to me, when Percy and Malcolm show up, sliding into the seats across from us, and clanging several plates of pancakes down onto the table in front of them.

“Made them ourselves! Wanna share?” Percy gives Annabeth heart eyes and a kiss on the cheek when she folds a large blue pancake into thirds and bites it like a burrito. I roll my eyes at them because they are a horrifying and disgusting couple and also I kind of want to be them when I grow up. Malcolm ignores them, instead turning to me. “Were you talking about Jane?” he asks, pushing wire rimmed glasses up his nose.

I frown. “Sort of. Why?”

He shrugs, sheepish. “You know. Just, uh, just wondering.”

I narrow my eyes at him, then Percy, who tears himself away from looking at Annabeth to sigh dramatically. “Malcolm wants to ask out Jane’s sister. You know, the blond one.”

I snort. “ Skye? Seriously?”

Malcolm looks vaguely offended. “What’s so weird about that?”

“Sorry, it’s not weird.” I reach over the table to pat him on the shoulder with my fork. “Perfectly normal teenage hormones.” He glares at me and I smile sweetly back. “I just can’t imagine Skye going out with anyone, that’s all.”

Malcolm stares down at his pancake, disappointed. “Oh. You sure?”

I nod, feeling a little more normal with my friends and less doom-related breakfast conversation. My eggs are past the threshold of “warm and appetizing” but I take a bite anyway. “Pretty sure. Jane told me that she’s aroace and, based on past occurrences, there’s a seventy percent chance she’ll punch anyone who asks her out. Anyway, why the interest? I didn’t know you guys talked.”

Malcolm shrugs. “We don’t, really. She just seems cool.”

Percy pipes in, “He’s been practically obsessed with her since she won that soccer game against the Nike kids and made them cry.”

I nod approvingly. “Well, Malcolm, at least we know you have good taste.”

Annabeth pats him on the head, ignoring his complaints that her hand is covered in blue maple syrup. “Better luck next time, brother of mine.”

Piper and Leo join us next, contributing an alarming volume of grapes and a single hardboiled egg to the breakfast display. Leo grabs a pancake and wraps it around some grapes, before taking a big bite. “I hear you’re discussing Malcolm’s romantic failures,” he says around the world’s worst breakfast burrito. Piper gasps in mock offense, then swallows the unpeeled hardboiled egg whole, like a snake. (This is a regular morning routine. She’s trying to work up to being a sword swallower, since her dad did it in a movie once and she thought it looked like fun). “ Malcolm, why didn’t you come to me? I could have given you a verdict within five minutes!”

“I wanted advice on whether I should ask out that Heaphestus boy two weeks ago and you told me to fuck off.”

Piper pouts at him. “That’s on you, you caught me at a bad time.”

Annabeth holds up a pancake with the air of a respected royal and we turn to her. “As delightful as this is, Rachel and I were initially talking about her romantic prospects and also her worries and fears, and I feel that we should get back to that before she slinks off and avoids the rest of the conversation.”

I glare at her. “Why would you bring this away from the very nice conversation we were having about everyone else’s problems? Do you hate me?” Annabeth rolls her eyes. “No, dumbass, I’m just not letting you walk away from a potential breakthrough. Now, where were we? You were saying that you’re worried about Jane but it has nothing whatsoever to do with your relationship, or lack thereof.”

I give a long suffering sigh, and try to communicate telepathically with Piper that she needs to Save Me Now, but she’s looking at me in interest with her chin resting in her hands, her long fingers adorned with rings sent to her from her Mortal girlfriend, Shel, who bought them at a vintage punk store. The traitor. Defeated, I turn back to Annabeth.

“It’s just that, whatever ends up happening with this prophecy, I don’t want it to fuck her up, in the way the quests have sometimes done to us. Like, we’re used to this by now, but it hasn’t been a smooth road. I don’t exactly like going on quests, and at first I was really worried at the prospect of being included in a prophecy, since that’s fairly abnormal, but Jane was only made aware of her heritage a couple months ago! What if this turns out like Silena or Beckendorf or-or Jason, and the prophecy destroys her, and it’s all my fault because I’m the one who pulled her into all this?”

Everyone tenses up at the mention of Jason, but they continue to look at me with a mixture of concern and love that makes something soften inside of me. For the hundredth time, I think of how lucky I am to have these people who love me unconditionally. Even if they really, really need therapy.

“I know that I didn’t plan any of this, but we’re both tied in now, especially since both Chiron and I had the prophetic dream and I actually gave the prophecy that day in the woods, and, well, this isn’t her world yet. She’s only got a little bit of ichor in her, and she grew up knowing nothing of any of this. In a way, I did too, and I have no ichor, but I had clear sight. For me, it was ineffable, but she could technically leave any time, if it weren’t for the prophecy. She can leave, and I feel like it’s up to me to make sure that doesn’t change.”

“Oh, Rachel.” Annabeth reaches her arms out to me and I let myself be pulled into an embrace. “Jane’s going to be okay. We’ll make sure of it.”

Sabrina stood in line at the boat rental hut, her arms crossed and a frown plastered on her face. It had not been a successful afternoon. For hours, she’d been searching the coastal towns near where her plane landed, looking for some trace of Aeaea, or anything else she’d seen in her dream. She was used to working with dregs. It was normal for her to have to squint a little at the evidence, have to shuffle things together around big holes of “Maybe,” like she was working a jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing.

But this was something else.

Sabrina had read about places where mythology shaped the culture. Places where the tourist draws were events that had supposedly happened thousands of years ago, or creatures that only existed in grainy photographs and people’s imaginations. Hell, she’d met the Loch Ness monster. Was it insane for her to have assumed she’d be able to find the same kind of thing here? All her training and years of experience had told her that, if you sniff around long enough, you’ll find a conspiracy theorist or a slightly off-the-rails guidebook.

So far, though, Sabrina had found nothing. Absolutely nothing. She hunted around, searching up library catalogs, checking every store on the street. “Aeaea,” “Circe,” even “the Odyssey.”

Nothing.

The line edged along slowly, and Sabrina ran her hands up and down her arms. The air was chilly from its proximity to the cold sea water. There were three people in front of her now. She just had to wait a little longer, then she would have a boat and be able to explore these waters herself.

Something was wrong with this place. Something was wrong with all of these places. And Sabrina was going to figure out what.

Later, Jane and I are taking our time walking to the pegasus stables to watch the riding lesson that Rosalind has reluctantly agreed to let Batty take (provided that Percy, who’s teaching today, doesn’t let her fly high enough that she’ll die if she falls off, and that Batty wears all of the necessary protective gear). Jane looks lovely, wearing a sunshine-y yellow bandana that sets off her dark curls and warm sepia skin. She has on her Camp Half-Blood shirt again, and a short green skirt, and all of it should clash horribly, but it doesn’t.

We’ve decided to cut through the strawberry fields, and I swallow a sun-warmed strawberry while Jane tells me about the dream she had last night. I think back to my conversation with Annabeth this morning when she tells me of the dark woods and the feeling of drowning, the memory warping and the echoing voice. At some point we sit down in a patch of grass, a simple circle amidst strawberry plants with a couple logs where the campers and satyrs take their breaks when they work here. Jane finishes her story and we sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, only broken by the grunts of annoyance Jane makes while trying to get her plant powers to activate again. She’s been doing that a lot.

“Well that sucks,” I say finally. “Have you been having other dreams like it?”

Jane shrugs, the neon orange fabric of her shirt wrinkling on her shoulders. “One or two, I think. Last night’s was the first one I really remembered. ” She smiles out of the corner of her mouth. “I hardly ever remember my dreams. It used to upset me. I thought I was losing potential writing material.”

I laugh. It’s such a Jane thing to think, that I can’t help it. She goes quiet, like she’s reminiscing, and I picture a tiny version of Jane, sitting crossed-legged on her summer quilt, writing. I look at her now, scrunched up nose and big brown eyes. Oh gods, she must have been an adorable child.

“My mother used to say that my imagination was the eighth wonder of the world,” Jane says. She’s looking down the hill at the cabins, plant powers temporarily forgotten, and I remember her telling me about her mother, the first Elizabeth Penderwick, who came here and was a daughter of Demeter and loved opera. The Penderwick siblings’ beloved mother who died so young.

I move closer to Jane on the log. “I can understand why she’d say that.”

Jane smiles again, a little sad this time, a little absent, but full to the brim with love.

“Bet you she’s in Elysium,” I say softly. I explained the Underworld to Jane a couple weeks ago, and she’d gotten this same absent look on her face, that I now know means she’s thinking about her mother. Jane nods, now, then turns to me. “Could we talk about something else?” Her voice is quiet, her eyes a little shiny.

“Course,” I say. “Shall I regale you with tales of dimwittery at this camp in the years past?” I told her last week about the time some Hermes kids tried to order pizza to the camp, accidently causing Chiron to think we were under attack. Jane had nearly fallen off the bench laughing.

She grins now, but shakes her head. “Tell me what it’s like being an Oracle.” I give her a look. She’s asked me before and I never really know what to say. When I give prophecies, it’s like I black out. I’m taken over by another entity who shares my body. (“Like that lady in Suicide Squad ,” Leo had said when I tried to explain it to him once, but I’d refused to be compared to such a gods-fucking-awful movie). So, in a way, I don’t know what it’s like to be the Oracle.

As if reading my thoughts, Jane shakes her head. “Not that part. I’ve seen you all green and smokey, and I know you can’t feel it. I mean the other stuff. How did you know it was you? What did you have to do to become the Oracle? That kind of thing.” I relax a little. Jane’s asked me all sorts of weird questions about Greek mythology and the gods recently. She calls it “research for her book,” but sometimes I think she’s just nosy. It’s cute.

Jane shrugs and looks off into the distance. If you tilt your head a little you can kind of see the stables from here. We have fifteen more minutes to get there, according to my watch. I decide to take it easy. “Delphi is this weird ethereal spirit,” Jane continues, “but there’s also just everyday, Oracle you, who likes paint and denim and bagels.” At that, I laugh. “I actually don’t like bagels that much. I’m just late to breakfast so often that they’re usually the only things available.”

Jane pouts at me and plays with the bracelet tied around my wrist--the one she gave me. “You know what I mean! You know all this weird shit about me because my siblings don’t shut up at lunch, and I know stuff about you, like the denim thing, which I still think is funny by the way. But you’re also the freaking Oracle! Your dormant self lies waiting!” I laugh at her, and she rolls her eyes, but I see the corner of her mouth tilting up. “Rachel, that’s very cool!”

I give in. “Honestly, there’s not much to say, that’s why I don’t talk about it.” I pause. “Well no, it’s that a lot of the stuff beyond the obvious is actually sort of creepy and weird, and not in a good way. There’s stuff I try not to think about, is what I mean.”

The edge of her yellow bandana sticks up as Jane tilts her head at me. “That makes sense. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

I shake my head. “No, it feels okay right now.” I mean it. Now that I’ve gotten into the swing of it, I do want to talk about it. Still, a small sigh escapes me. “I like being the Oracle, because that’s what brought me to a place where I feel like I belong and I have people who love me. It’s nice to know that I’m fulfilling my purpose in life.”

Jane pulls her knees up to her chest. “But?”

“But I also get lonely.” It comes out in a rush. “There are other oracles, but I didn’t know about any of them until the Apollo thing happened, and even then, they’re all supernatural beings--I know, I know, but not in the way I am. It’s not the same. Also, there are all these weird rules. Like I have to stay an unmarried virgin my whole life.”

“That’s fucked,” Jane says softly.

“I know! Chiron won’t even tell me why, just that it’s ‘the rules’” I let out an annoyed huff. “And, like, it’s not even that the idea itself bothers me. That’s pretty much what I was planning to do with my life anyway.”

“Same.”

“But it’s the principle of the thing!” I flick a strand of hair out of my face, offhandedly noticing that the tip of my pinky finger is slightly green. I ignore it. It’s not important. “Just because I don’t want to have sex or get married doesn’t mean it’s a fair rule to impose on me! Besides, why is it always the women in these things whose identities are tied up in who they do or don’t fuck? Last I checked, Grover didn’t have to sign an ‘I shalt not fornicate’ contract when he became Lord of the Wild!”

“Exactly!” Jane raises her hands and shouts up to the sky. “Don’t you fuckers realize we’re more than that?”

“The Hunters of Artemis, too!” I’m a jack-in-the-box, and something’s winding me up. “Thalia and Reyna send me letters all the time, and they seem really happy! Which is great!” I pause to emphasize the greatness of their happiness. My pinky is completely green, now. “But, they also had to make a stupid ‘ode of chastity,’ like I did!”

“Are you kidding me?” Jane’s hair flips as she turns to me. “I thought Artemis was one of the good ones!”

My voice lowers to a husky rumble, and I stare into the distance towards you, the reader. “In a broken system, there are no good ones. Abolish the police.” I clear my throat and my voice turns back to normal. “Sorry, zoned out for a second.” My green pinky has begun to vibrate.

“Happens to the best of us,” Jane’s voice is light and nonchalant. “And yeah, I know. Pretty much all of the gods have skeletons sitting on their shoulders, but it just seems out of character for her. I thought all of Artemis’s groups were supposed to be safe havens, not oppressive structures in their own right.”

I frown. “Yeah you’re right, that is weird. I’d never thought of it much beyond the gods having weird rules, but I wonder if something bigger is at play. The gods might be fucked up in the way that regular people are, and are undoubtedly responsible for all sorts of crap. But then there's more personal things, like the ‘chastity vows’ the Hunters and I had to take, and the fact that Nico was initially outed by Eros, and the weird unexplained eye condition that Piper had during some of her quests that made her eyes a bunch of bright, Eurocentric colors, rather than their natural brown. All sorts of other stuff, too.”

“Wow!” Jane says, sitting up straight on the grass. Her hand moves from where it was resting in her lap to cover her heart. “It’s almost like a bunch of genuinely good and inspiring material, such as including prominent queer people and characters of color in fun children’s fantasy, as well as having an immortal group of warrior women who support each other and are free from the gaze of men, was taken into the hands of a cis white man armed with unchecked misogyny and a fair amount of white Twitter feminism, both of which really showed when he tried to create an inclusive and empowering book series for children! Like yeah, it had its moments, and definitely some good characters, but overall, a lack of meaningful research in certain areas really made it fall flat!” Once again, I stare through the bindings of URLs and internet coding, now joined by Jane as we lock eyes with you, the reader. This time, we hold eye contact for nearly a minute, giving you time to read and process the long tangent spat out by this fanfic’s author, who, if we’re being honest, has gone just a tad off the rails right now. Finally, Jane and I look away from you, and resume our roles as fictional characters, still shaking off that strange cloud that comes with staring into the soul of those who give you life.

“Ugh, what’s going on with me today?” Jane groans at the same time I mutter, “What’s Twitter?” We turn to each other, blinking in the sunlight, then grin. This is normal. We’re fine. Jane looks up at the sky again. “I wonder if the gods are watching us. Maybe we should make them think we suck so they’ll leave you alone.”

I laugh as she sticks her tongue out, grinning wickedly at a nearby cloud. “Better yet, make them think we’re too powerful to be messed with,” I say. Jane sees me watching her and opens her mouth, sucking the cloud in between her teeth. The sky seems bluer in the space where it had been, and Jane’s eyes glitter with mirth as she swallows. “Mmm, tastes like sugar.” I giggle, feeling a small shiver on the top of my head. When I peer up, I see another cloud has floated over to me. I open my own mouth, and take it in, just as Jane did hers. “Sugar, yes. But there’s a touch of blood, too,” I say. Jane nods sagely. “What were we talking about?”

“The inherent misogyny in much of Greek mythology and the world of Camp Half-Blood in general.”

Jane nods again. “Right. A very important topic. It makes it weird when I’m writing sometimes. You know, cause I want to bring in Circe and Zeus and Apollo and all these fascinating characters, but there’s just so much bad stuff tied up with them that comes up when I research.” She looks down at our feet, which are standing in the midst of a strawberry patch. We seem to have been walking, crushing sweet summer strawberries as we go, which is odd because I don’t remember getting up. “You know Rachel, I’m feeling a bit strange.”

I look at her, and see an odd blankness in her warm brown eyes. “Now that you mention it, Jane, so am I.”

“My thoughts and words are my own,” Jane says, “But there’s something up with my body. I can’t really feel it.”

“I agree, I’ve honestly gone a bit numb.” I try to glance down at my fingers, wondering idly if they’ve gotten any more green, but find that my neck won’t bend.

Jane’s eyebrows furrow. “Yet, at the same time, I feel as though I could do anything. Grow another grass blade. Grow a flower. Grow a tree. Bend the world to my will if I wanted to.”

“Or is it the world bending me to its will.” I grin at my own philosophical point, but find that the smile won’t go away. Pretty fucking inconvenient, since the next thing I was going to bring up was part of the whole serious misogyny conversation. I decide to go for it anyway. “And I’m not the only one with weird rules!” Jane nods, as if this is a perfectly normal segway, and the only extraneous thought that floats through my mind as we find ourselves walking down a hill is how unfair it is that she still has control over her neck and I don’t. “Remember when I told you about the Hunters of Artemis?”

“Oh yeah! Your friends Reyna and Thalia, right?”

“Yeah, them! They send me letters sometimes, and seem really happy, which is great.” I pause, meaning to add emphasis, when I’m hit with a great sensation of deja-vu. “Wait a second, we already talked about this, didn’t we?” I try to remember, but something in my mind is rapidly melting. I cannot find it. I cannot find anything.

“Jane?” My voice quivers, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Oh gods, please let this be a dream. For a moment, I try to convince myself that it’s the Oracle of Delphi taking over, just like she did the other day and generally does a couple times a year. But I know that I’m lying. This is not what that feels like. “Jane, where are you?” I can barely move my mouth to say the words. I can feel nothing but the frozen fear of paralysis, of lost control. When I open my eyes, this other thing in my body has brought me to the edge of the forest. “Jane? Jane?” She could be right beside me, unable to speak, and I wouldn’t know because I can’t turn my head, can’t move my eyes, can barely even hear right now.

It’s okay, something says.

“Jane?” It’s not her voice. It’s no one’s voice.

It’s okay. You’re home.

With every cut the wooden oars made through the choppy ocean water, Sabrina knew she was getting closer. She could feel it in her bones, in her brain, a little voice that whispered in her ear. It had been three hours. Her body was worn down, energy levels dipping dangerously low, when she felt something scrape the bottom of her boat.

A rock.

Frantically, she peered through the fog that had begun to surround her boat a mile ago. The island. Had she finally made it?

As if answering her call, a peel of thunder rang out, and Sabrina’s boat began to fill with rain that pounded down from the sky. The storm from her dream. She rowed even faster, then, fear sparking a renewed strength in her tired muscles.

Just as Sabrina was about to reach the shore, a massive wave crashed over her, and her boat capsized. She came back up, sputtering, holding her sopping wet bag above her head. Another wave swept against Sabrina’s face, and she found herself spitting out a mouthful of saltwater. Finally, she washed up on the shore, heaving breaths raking through her lungs.

Sabrina blinked, pushing herself up onto her elbows. It was real. She was here.

She had made it.

FROM THE POV OF ROSALIND PENDERWICK

It’s been a pleasant day so far. Breakfast with my siblings and some of the Demeter cabin (though Jane did seem a bit absent-minded). Miranda, Florien, and Rio convinced me to practice some plant magic with them for a couple hours and I built up to growing a small sunflower. Lunch (again with Jane seeming distracted, though Rachel ate with us this time, which appeared to help). Then, Skye and Jeffrey disappeared with some of the older campers (supposedly for a regular game of soccer, but the unsettling gleam in their eyes had me doubting that was all there was too it), Jane and Rachel went to take a walk in the strawberry fields, and Batty and I were left to prepare for a pegasus riding lesson. If it had been up to Batty, the latter could have easily taken up the entire afternoon, but changing into durable pants and finding a bandana can only take so long.

After a somewhat restless hour, during which I grew three peonies and Batty rhapsodized about the stable of unicorns that another demigod camp apparently has, Batty and I arrive at the stable. We’re ten minutes early, and she’s been talking a mile a minute the whole time, not stopping from before. I swear I now know as much about pegasuses as she does. According to Rachel, the teacher today is Percy, her friend, who’s very responsible “when he puts his mind to it.” I wasn’t sure how to tell her that’s actually not very comforting, but Batty looked so excited and I figured there will be plenty of other people there, so. Why not. She’s been spending so much time there anyway.

Needless to say, I very much regret my decision now.

The stables are modest, made of wood and painted green, and I’ve been there several times by now. There’s a long line of stalls visible when we first walk in, but Batty skips straight to the far end, where a massive pegasus the color of a carrot pokes its head over the door and nuzzles Batty’s hair. She looks up at me with a smile that could melt anyone’s heart, and pats the horse on the nose. “Rosy, this is Queen Lotus Flower. Percy said we have a impenetrable bond.”

I look at the two of them with a questioning gaze. How can they both have the exact same puppy-dog eyes? I swear to god. The gods. All of them. “Batty, sweetheart. That horse is like ten feet tall.”

She nods enthusiastically. “I know, she’s so much taller than any other horse I’ve seen. Percy says she has the biggest wingspan of any horse at camp.”

I nod, slowly, wondering why my sister picked the biggest pegasus to fall in love with. At that moment, Percy pushes the door open. “Hey Batty! Ready for your lesson?” Batty leaves her post by Queen Lotus Flower to wrap her arms around my waist and nod. I look Percy over. He’s a few inches taller than me, with brown skin and curly hair. A beaded camp necklace, orange tshirt, and jeans. Weird arm tattoo aside, he’s one of the most normal-looking people at camp. I’ve only met him a couple times before, but, my nerves over Batty flying around on massive horses aside, I do trust him. Rachel seems to have a good taste in friends. Also, Batty likes him, and she’s still shy around a good number of Skye and Jane’s friends back in Cameron.

For the next few minutes, I watch as Percy instructs Batty on buckling Queen Lotus Flower’s giant saddle and looping the bridle over her nose. Not wavering a bit from the “lesson” aspect of all this, he steps back to let her show what she’s already learned from hanging around the stables so often, only stooping in to guide her when she gets confused. As the minutes tick by, more people show up for the lesson: three other students, and a good sized crowd of people who just like watching the pegasuses. By then, I’m seated on the grass outside the stables, soaking in the blistering sun and watching as Percy (seated atop a wiry black pegasus who Batty pointed out as Blackjack) darts around the large dusty enclosure, making final preparations for the lesson.

Skye and Jeffrey show up then, and sit on either side of me. I want to ask them where Jane and Rachel are, but they’re talking non-stop about a game they just played in the woods with some of the other campers, only switching the subject when Percy and Blackjack return and they begin discussing whether or not it should be scientifically possible for a horse to fly.

Just as Batty and Queen Lotus Flower begin a gentle trot around the enclosure, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and hear the familiar sound of Tommy’s chuckle. “She’s got a weird knack for that,” he says. I nod, grinning.

It’s been good with us. We’ve had breakfast together a few times, even played a game of basketball one afternoon. Our conversations aren’t the same as they used to be, and there’s a sense of newness that feels cold and strange every so often. But it’s good. It feels right. At least for now, this feels like where we’re supposed to be.

As Percy starts demonstrating how to take flight, I look around again. Jane and Rachel still aren’t here. They promised to come. (“For moral support!” Jane had said. “Wouldn’t miss it,” Rachel had added with a smile). I try to push it out of my head. This lesson is a big deal. Batty’s going to be flying.

She leans forward on Queen Lotus Flower’s neck.

They begin to run, moving together like a single being.

Just as they burst into the air, Batty’s euphoric smile lighting up the sky, Katie grabs my shoulders from behind. I shush her so I can lean forward and watch Batty silhouetted against the pegasus’s wide orange wings.

“Rosalind. Rosalind, guys. ” Something about the panic in Katie’s voice makes me turn around. Her usually tied back hair is loose and her clothes rumpled, giving the impression that she was dragged out of bed for this. (Some part of my brain distantly remembers her saying she was going to take a nap). Skye and Jeffrey turn around, too.

“What, what’s happening?” I reach out my hands, trying to calm her as she collapses into a squat, breathing heavily.

“Billie… found me in the cabin… had been looking for you guys… been running all over the camp… lucky I remembered about the riding lesson…”

Jeffrey leans over and puts his hands on her shoulders. She stares down at the dirt while her breathing levels.

“Katie, what are you saying? Why were you and Billie looking for us?”

She looks up, and I see that her forehead is drawn into well-worn creases of worry. “Jane and Rachel have gone into the woods.”

Something was wrong. Sabrina crouched on the wet sand, straining to see through the heavy rain. In her dream there had definitely been someone else on the island. She remembered the hunched figure, the sound of sobs leaking through the rain.

But she’d circled the shore at least twice by now, and there was nobody to be found. “Am I late or something?” she wondered aloud. Somehow, she’d gotten that dream It felt like it had been sent to her. Why did it show a person when there was no one?

Sabrina sighed and began to traipse inland, tucking a knife in her pocket. It wasn’t a big island, and she might as well find some shelter aside from her boat, which was now overturned somewhere on the beach. Circe lived here, didn’t she? There must be some sort of roof, especially if this kind of weather was standard.

Or maybe this was just a random island and there was no Aeaea and Sabrina’s dream had just been the unhinged work of her unconscious mind.

There was a small grassy hill set aside from the sand, which Sabrina crawled up with the determination of a dying warrior. Something was pushing her back. An invisible force, a last crumb of survival instinct, plain old fatigue, she wasn’t sure. But something wanted her out of here, and it pushed back harder and harder as she climbed.

She let out a cry of frustration, clawing at the ground, at the air, at whatever this goddamn thing was, and found a renewed burst of strength that pulled her to the top of the hill. Once there, the force that pushed back ebbed a little, like it was giving up. Sabrina let herself relax, and simply took in the view for a moment.

The hill she lay on top of gave way to a deep valley, sprawling and green. In one corner, there was a cluster of trees that looked healthy and comfortable, despite being on a random Greek island in the middle of the ocean. A modest garden lay next to it, somehow appearing unaffected by the rain, and a narrow river wound around the whole scene.

There was also a house.

Sabrina wasn’t sure what she might have expected from the lair of an infamous Greek enchantress, but it wasn’t this.

She hauled herself up on the hill and started down, rushing through the rain onto a wide wooden porch. There was a large stone vat of something dark and crumbly, with a heavy looking staff of sorts leaning against it. The door to the house was short, and Sabrina heard it scrape on the floor when she pushed it open.

The scene awaiting her was surprisingly cozy when she stepped inside. There was a fire in the hearth and rows upon rows of little viles arranged on a set of shelves beside it. A broom leaned against the wall. Sabrina looked around, noting the way that the rain didn’t make any sound as it thrashed against the roof and window, and the almost drug-like stupor that threatened to take over her brain, whispering that everything was fine, she was safe, nothing bad could happen to her.

Sabrina had encountered hypnosis before, and it only ever made her more jittery.

There was an open hatch in the floor with stairs that lead into darkness. She followed them down, feeling the air grow cooler with every step. Sabrina was quiet, taking tiny steps on her toes, and wincing when one of the stairs creaked. She didn’t know what was down there, and she didn’t want to find out the hard way. But there were no arrows flying up from the space below, no sounds of footsteps or slashes of swords.

Sabrina stepped onto a dirt floor and let herself exhale, shuffling along until her toe hit something hard. Only seasoned reflexes made her reach for the knife in her pocket instead of crying out in fear. She knelt down and squinted in the darkness, trying to see what she’d hit.

A leg.

She frowned, shaking it until she heard a low growl. “Stop that.” She stopped.

“Who are you?” Sabrina leaned closer. If they hadn’t killed her yet she was probably safe.

Instead of answering, they reached out a hand. Sabrina could see a gold ring on the thumb that glinted in a little sliver of light that had crept down from the room above. “Pull me up,” the figure said. “I’ve been paralyzed by the witch.”

Helping the stranger sit turned out to be no simple feat. They were tall and muscular, wearing a cape and a heavy metal chest plate. “The witch?” she questioned, propping them up against one of the cellar’s dirt walls. Her eyes were beginning to adust to the dark, and she could just make out their sharp chin sticking out as their head lolled back.

The figure made a noise. “The witch, the sorceress, the woman. Whatever you want to call her. I figure she sent you down too?” They snorted. “Good luck. I told Zeus not to sent mortals, but does he ever listen? You’re gonna die.”

Sabrina tried to piece together what she could from all this. The witch must be Circe, unless she’d wound up on an entirely different island. And if Circe was going around paralyzing people, then something must be going on. She must be hiding something. As for the person in front of her, Sabrina wasn’t sure who they were. By the way they talked about Zeus, and casually said “mortals,” she’d guess some sort of god? As if that narrowed it down. She’d have to be careful.

“Why did she paralyze you?”

Another weird gutteral noise. “She didn’t like my offer. It’s not the first time this has happened.”

She was growing impatient. Why’d he have to be so vague? “What?”

“Yeah, I don’t know why he always sends me. I don’t think he trusts me. He’d rather me stay her paralysed in the basement of a witch than come back home.”

Sabrina let out an exasperated sigh. This wasn’t working and she needed answers. A whole coast of people with mythology-shaped holes in their memories awaited her. “You’re going to need to be a little more specific. I don’t think we’re on the same page.”

The figure sounded confused. “What do you mean? Don’t you know who I am?”

She leaned forward and inspected them in the darkness. “No. No I don’t.”

They slid their eyes down to her face. “I am the god Apollo. I came here for Circe and she did this to me.”

“What? Why?”

The stairs creaked behind Sabrina and she felt a long nail drag up her back. “I just want to be left alone,” said a voice as deep and powerful as the smell of red wine. “You don’t mind, do you?” Before Sabrina could grab her knife and turn around, before she could even scream, strong arms had surrounded her shoulders and a hand was clamping a damp cloth over her nose and mouth. Shock made her breath in, sharply, and she smelled the sweetness of sleeping drugs.

A heartbeat, a brief struggle, and Sabrina Starr was gone.

#cruel summer fic #cameron writes #the penderwicks #penderwicks #camp half blood #camp half-blood #rachel elizabeth dare #jane penderwick #rosalind penderwick

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Bandit and A School Girl

For today's fic its gon be bout my BIGGEST crush EVER. CHROLLO FUCKING LUCILFER. So I actually wrote more for this fic I think this is part 5 or sumn but I decide that this is my favourite part to post on this blog so here u go. Something bout Chrollo being a sugar fucking daddy turns me on so hard ON GOD. YES Im a Chrollo Stan and I'll always be ~~~ I actually have this fit posted somewhere as well and IF you guys want more parts just tell me & I'll post it here. Oh and also I don't really write with OC's I guess its just my preference I would usually come out with my own name but in this case I am borrowing a haracter from Seven Deadly Sins......Elizabeth Liones simply because she's the perfect character to portray my fic vision.

"I know that stare and look. Don't. There's something wrong about her. Elizabeth is one of the hottest girls on our campus but boys that goes on a date with her never want to talk to her or even look at her again. Despite that.......she's very smart and also one of the top students here." a boy her age said to Chrollo while he was waiting for Elizabeth to end her class.

He found this interesting, he was getting to know more about her without her telling him. He had already seen first hand that she can be erratic but this was from another pov of the girl.

"Do you think I'm compatible with her then?" Chrollo's demeanor changed to one of those cheeky school boys that had a crush on a ridiculously pretty highschool girl. The brown haired boy laughed and scratched his head "You look much older than Elizabeth and you're probably not from this school. Judging by your appearance and body posture, you're probably a very determined person and also a confident man." the random guy briefly summarised him. Chrollo laughed "Your observation explanations must be a mandatory skill here I guess" he said .

"To be honest, most of us are just trying. God seemed to gift some students here with high IQ and abilities to absorb every knowledge given to them in a heartbeat and Elizabeth is one of them. I'm quite jealous" he joked. "Well don't say I didn't warn you, Elizabeth is very attractive but she's suspicious at the same time and I don't mean it in a good way" Chrollo nodded at the guy's departure with a smile before returning his gaze to Elizabeth "You might be a serpent in disguise " he mentally thought.

"You're not some ordinary guy with a crush yourself" the random student muttered to himself, looking back to Chrollo giving him one last suspicious glance.

Chrollo of course felt the hostile glance, he might be just trying to pursue someone he likes but he will never let his guard down, He smiled to himself

"Elite school indeed."

TIME SKIP

"You know you didn't have to fetch me from class, my dorm is on this campus." Elizabeth said sweetly to Chrollo.

They were walking towards the campus café. "Well there's nothing wrong about wanting to see the girl I like isn't it" he flirted playfully. To anyone that knew Chrollo will find his current behaviour mystifying, he never showed such emotions with anyone but was able to with Elizabeth.

"If you like me so much why don't we go on dates like girlfriend and boyfriends" she joked cutely. He smiled at her not so subtle hint. "If you want me to take you on date you should have just asked. I would love nothing more to go out with you, afterall how can I turn down such a request when a young attractive schoolgirl wants to go out with an old man like me" he teased and Elizabeth burst out laughing. "Oh! so you agree I'm an old man then" he raised his brows down at her. She shook her head still laughing, "You know I don't think that way and I think you're a very very handsome man Chrollo" she said shyly, her face tinted with a slight blush.

"Do you like this school Elizabeth? Are you enjoying yourself?'' They sat down on a bench on the campus grounds and Elizabeth leaned on Chrollo's shoulder. "Oh god that was such a long lecture, I am mentally tired" she whined softly but continued "I love studying in this school but I know and feel there's more that I can learn. It's not enough for me here." she said whilst playing with the sleeves of his buttoned up shirt.

He looked so handsome Elizabeth felt like jumping onto him right now. She was zoning out on him , her mind went dirty and she suddenly had a brilliant idea, thrilling if she would say so herself.

"I want to show you something, Chrollo! Come!"

She abruptly stood up and took his hand and dragged him with her towards the campus. Chrollo smiled, she was tiredly whining one second and dragging him around the next.

Elizabeth dragged Chrollo into her Constitutional classroom that was now empty.

"I hate this class the most, it's repetitive and the hours are ridiculous" Elizabeth complained.

Chrollo took the classroom layout into mind "So you want me to burn this class for you my dear?" he asked seriously. Elizabeth turned to him and laughed at his words "You're funny you know that, we're not here for public vandalism" she said softly walking towards him innocently.

Elizabeth grabbed Chrollo's collar and kissed him roughly. His hands instantly grabbed her waists and her small hands roamed and slowly crept its way under his white shirt. Her palms greedily roamed his hard abs, even if she didn't have a view of him, touching him made her see his glory in her mind. She had already memorized him mentally and there is no way she could forget. Her lips left his and she planted small kisses down his throat and her tongue gilded back up teasingly against his Adam's apple. Her lips planted small kisses and she went towards his right right ear.

"We're here so I can suck you off"

She whispered and her right hand palmed his hardening cock through his pants, her voice filled with lust she couldn't contain herself, everytime she thought of him in class she got so god damn fucking wet. Just by the thought of him. He grunt at her vulgar words, he became harder just by her words. "You're very naughty Elizabeth, the classroom is not locked. What if a lecturer comes in then?" he was struggling to finish his sentence because her hand movements were getting too much for him. "Then I'll be in trouble danchou......" moaned in his ear. That was the last straw for him. He grabbed her silver hair roughly and yanked her down in front of his crotch.

"You better stop talking like that and put me in that sweet mouth of yours." he growled at her. Elizabeth giggled at his request, her small hands hurriedly fumble with his pants and in a second she had him down her throat. "fuckkkkk..el..elizabet..th yo..you're such a good fucking girl" he moaned and encouraged her actions. His fingers run through her silky smooth hair, appreciating her feminine features greatly. The look she gave sucking his cock like that, the lewd sounds from her doing the deed. The sloppy wet sound echoing throughout her classroom accompanied by her soft moans of enjoyment made him want to stop her and ram her against one of these school desks. He decided against the idea because he loved how determined the sexy young girl was in giving him pleasure like this. Her head bobbed up and down, coating his very large member with her saliva, it was as if she was in her own world.

Elizabeth was truly enjoying what she was doing, she didn't feel forced or obligated to suck him, doing this felt like an honour and she was going to show him that nobody was as good as her. "mhhmmm....." she took his cock out of her mouth with a soft 'plop' sound and licked viciously bottom to top "you're so fuc..mmmm..king big Chrollo, can...have this in my mouth everyddayy??..." he almost came to her dirty talks. "This will be...uhh..the only fucking...cock in that pretty mouth of yours Elizabeth.." she nodded at his words, giving herself 100% to him.

"You're the only one that I will pleasure, no other man will feel my lips, mouth, body but you..." she said, locking her eyes with his. The eye contact was a promise for the both of them, no one will ever touch them in such a way. "Good...show me how good you are for me and make me cum Elizabeth." he said yanking her head roughly making her take him wholly once again.

"mmmmhhh!" the soft noises she was making and the view of her body on her knees with her skirt riding up her thighs flashing him a generous amount of her thick and soft thighs.

Her tongue licked the tip of his head in a teasing manner before roughly sucking his cock again. His large hands had her hair in a ponytail "yes...yes fuck that cock with your mouth.." he urged her, he was almost there and it took Elizabeth to withdraw his cock from her mouth and spitting on it seductively before taking him all the way down again.

"shit! ah..... fucck! fuck Elizabeth!" he grunted and release his seed into her pretty mouth and he made sure to empty everything he got into her mouth. He still had a tight grip on her hair and she was moaning at his orgasm, it was such a godly sight for her.

"mmmmmm that's so much cum down my throat Chrollo.." her voice was soft and innocent, she could feel how sore her throat was becoming. He let go of her hair and closed his eyes, processing the euphoric feeling he just felt because of her efforts. "How many boys have you practiced on, the way your mouth worked was wonders" he complimented her. She giggled and stood up "Well I have dated a few boys in this campus and i have done things occasionally with them."

He had already adjusted himself and his pants was back on, he then remembered what the guy said to him when he was waiting for Elizabeth just now. "You've had boyfriends before you, I don't like it. Shall I kill your past lovers?" he said bluntly. Elizabeth laughed, he could be so cute yet so horrific at the same time

"All the boys in this campus combined could never be as handsome as you" she said.

"Take me to my room and lets have fun" she said innocently but already was walking out of the classroom. He laughed and trailed behind her shaking his head.

"Anything you want Elizabeth"

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