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maypalserrup · 5 years

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Ever the Worrier (With Good Reason) -- Rafael Aveiro x MC

“Ever the Worrier (With Good Reason)” -- Angst, I think

Rafael Aveiro x f!MC (Rosalie Valentina - I know Raf is Brazilian, but Ro is Mexican and Cuban)

Word count: 2512

Warnings: Mentions of blood, physical trauma, and other medical procedures. Mentions of death but no one dies ________________________________________________________________

Guess who finally wrote a fic again!! I wrote half of this at midnight when my laundry was drying, so it might be kinda clunky. Also I’m a mexican ass mf who loves telenovelas, and this is def a telenovela-y.

In this, Rafael and Rosalie are engaged. Rafael is victim to a freak accident at work and is rushed to the E.R., but Rosalie’s coworkers try and keep her from knowing he’s hurt. Enjoy! ________________________________________________________________ Dr. Rosalie Valentina had just finished up with a patient; a twenty-two-year-old with an epidermoid cyst under her right armpit. An injection of lidocaine, a small incision and some cotton packing later, and she was sent home just fine. It had been a relatively easy day in the hospital--a few broken bones, some lacerations of varying depths, a case of a middle-aged woman coughing up blood. Collecting discharge papers for the twenty-two-year-old from the receptionist desk, Rosalie’s attention was piqued as she heard hustling, yelling, and commotion coming from the ambulance bay. She set the papers down on the desk, hurrying over as she saw multiple doctors and nurses flood the stretcher as it was rolled through the automatic doors.

“How can I help?” Rosalie asked a nurse bustling by. The nurse paused, biting his lip.

“We’re okay. Just tend to your patients, doctor.” He went to move again.

“Wait! Clearly you’re not! You have Dr. Mirani and three residents all crowding around a stretcher. That’s not okay!”

“Just trust me, doctor. It’s okay.” The nurse nodded quickly before hurrying to the stretcher as it was pushed down the linoleum floors. Rosalie tried to see, tried to ask what people needed. She could easily sense Jackie hide the face of the patient on the stretcher, pumping the BVM over their mouth. Rosalie knew she was being pushy, and that she might get reprimanded for not being able to follow instruction, but in the pit of her stomach she felt that something was wrong.

“It was a freak accident. He was helping a car crash victim on the side of the road and a drunk driver side-swiped the two of them. Sent patient flying and killed the original victim on impact. He flew into an old fence on the side of the road and was impaled by an old fence post,” One of the paramedics rambled to Dr. Mirani, who took in all the information with a straight face. The paramedic looked ashy and queasy in shock.

Jackie hunching over the patient’s face wasn’t enough to hide from the thin wooden fence post running through the left side of patient. Despite seeing many things in the E.R., she felt queasy looking at the patient’s blood dried on the post, the coagulation collecting around where wood met torn flesh.

“BP’s 67/46 and dropping!” One of the nurses yelled, and Jackie looked up reflexively. When she looked up, Rosalie saw the face of the unconscious patient on the stretcher. Extreme blood loss couldn’t hide all the warmth of sun-kissed South American skin, and a swollen, beaten and bloody face couldn’t hide the sharpness of cheekbones or gentle curve of his mouth.

Dr. Mirani shouted something about contacting the blood bank upstairs, but half the sentence warbled in her brain and all she could register was a crackling static and blood rushing in her ears. All the blood in Rosalie’s body pooled in her feet, and she felt all the color drain from her face as she got an extreme headrush, one that knocked her unconscious and sent her tumbling to the floor.

“Get Aveiro to O.R. four! Emergency surgical team is already assembled!” ________________________________________________________________ She was in an emergency department patient room, one of the ones with the blue curtains separating the patient from the rest of the floor. But she wasn’t attending to a patient--she was the patient.

The lights of the room had never seemed so blinding to Rosalie before. Her eyes fluttered rapidly, getting adjusted to the light in the room. She looked around--at the ceiling tiles, at the warmed blanket draped over her body, the blood pressure clip on her finger, the IV in the back of her left hand, covered in clear tape. The plastic covering of the IV and the engagement ring on her finger glittered under the fluorescents.

Rosalie went through the events she remembered before her fainting. She remembered multiple doctors crowded around a stretcher rushing in from the ambulance bay, Jackie hunching over the patient’s face, the wooden post sticking out of the patient’s abdomen. And oh God, the patient.

Her favorite superhero, her fiance. Paramedic Rafael Aveiro, lying unconscious on a stretcher with a wooden post jutting up from his abdomen. Suddenly, she felt extremely queasy, and before she realized what was happening, she leaned over the side of the bed and vomited up the small amount of food she had in her stomach. Toast, shitty cafeteria coffee, a banana. And lots of stomach bile. She made a hissing noise, holding the blanket up to her runny nose, her throat and sinuses burning from throwing up.

Upon hearing her vomiting, Sienna pushed the curtain aside, peeking in the room. “Hey, Ro. You’re awake.” She gave a small smile, then looked at the vomit on the floor. “And queasy, I see.”

Rosalie looked Sienna dead in the eye. “Sienna, you’re my best friend. How’s Raf doing?”

Sienna frowned. “Still in surgery. You were only out for a minute or two, but we gave you a sedative to keep you asleep.”

“How long was I asleep for?”

“Two hours.”

“Two hours! Sienna-” Her heart monitor began to beep faster, and Sienna shushed her.

“It was for your own good and you know it, Ro.” Sienna walked toward her and sat on the side of her bed. “I don’t have any word on Rafael yet. But he’s in some of the best hands in the country. The world, even.”

Sienna reached forward and tucked a strand of Rosalie’s hair behind her ear. “We didn’t want you making yourself sick for hours on end,” she paused, looked at the vomit on the floor, and back at Rosalie, “Well, more than you already did.”

Rosalie couldn’t help but crack a tiny smile before her eyes welled up with tears. “I don’t know what I’ll do without him if he dies, Sienna. I think a part of me would die, too.”

Sienna took Rosalie’s right hand in hers--the one without the IV--and rubbed the pad of her thumb comfortingly along the back. “I know it’s scary. But all we can do right now is think good thoughts. Rafael is one of the luckiest men I know with all sorts of good karma. In my heart I know he has one of the highest chances of being okay. He has the best surgical doctors from every applicable department in that OR right now. He’s in the best hands possible.”

It was moments like these Rosalie was infinitely grateful for someone as wonderful as Sienna Trinh in her life. She was the kindest, most genuine person she had the pleasure of meeting, and she didn’t know how she would be able to get through this moment without her.

Sienna’s pager beeped and she hopped off the bed, checking it. “Mirani paged me. I’ll check in on you later and bring you something to eat, too. And I’ll send someone to clean up the mess.” She gave Rosalie a warm smile before disappearing into the organized chaos of the emergency department. Rosalie let her head fall back into the pillows of the hospital bed, tears in her eyes. She did her best to not think about Rafael, but all her mind was doing was replaying the scene over and over in her head where she looked from the wooden post up to Rafael’s unconscious face. The memory made her physically ill, and she had to suppress a gag once more. Subconsciously, she began to twist the engagement ring around her finger. Raf had bought it for her whilst visiting family in Brazil. It was beautiful--a golden band with a round cut black diamond surrounded by two round cut imperial topaz, which was a gemstone native to only a small mine in Minas Gerais. The topaz was when adorned with two small champagne diamonds, creating a formation looking similar to a flower.

Looking up at the ceiling, Rosalie did her best to take her mind of Rafael. She started finding designs in the plaster above, and she ended up drifting off before she knew it. ________________________________________________________________

A gentle hand on Rosalie’s shoulder shook her awake. She hummed her response, trying to force her eyes open, despite her sleepiness. “Hmm?”

“Ro,” Sienna said, softly. “Rafael’s out of surgery. He’s in the ICU, he’s stable. We think he’s going to make it.”

Even half-asleep, Rosalie registered what Sienna was saying and she felt tears well up in her eyes. This time, though, they were tears of joy, not anguish. She hadn’t ever been this happy, this relieved: not when she found out she got into one of the most prestigious medical schools on the East Coast; not when she found out her idol, Dr. Ethan Ramsey, hand-selected her application for a job at Edenbrook; not when she watched Rafael get down on one knee on a cobblestone bridge over the Charles River under the full moon and asked her to marry him. No, she had never been this happy before.

“Can I see him?” Rosalie whispered, looking up at Sienna.

“Technically no,” Sienna grinned. “But you’re a doctor. Maybe you’re just coming with me to help with his evaluation.”

“Sienna Trinh, I do love you.”

“I know, Ro.” She reached forward and took off the blood pressure clip, and peeled the tape off the back of her hand before grabbing gauze and removing her IV, taping a gauze square over the needle site. “I love you, too. He’s in room 408.”

Rosalie all but jumped off the bed, and Sienna stopped her to hand her a brown paper bag, full of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a bottle of water, and a brownie she baked last night. “Please consider walking. And eat on your way, will you?”

“Yes, Dr. Trinh.” Rosalie leaned forward to kiss her best friend’s cheek. She slipped her shoes on, which had been at the end of her bed, and pulled on the sweatshirt of hers Sienna retrieved from her locker. She gave Sienna a brief wave as she stepped out of the room, opening the paper bag to pull out the sandwich, wrapped in wax paper. Sienna liked to minimize her plastic use.

Trying to slink away from the doctors and nurses that would keep her from getting to her fiance faster, Rosalie got to the elevator and pressed the up button. Inside the elevator, watching the red light display each floor number was torture when it felt like they were minutes instead, minutes counting down to her seeing Rafael safe in the hospital bed.

The doors pulled open and she did her best to not speed out of the elevator, walking briskly as she navigated the quiet corridors, counting each room placard aloud to herself before finally getting to 408. Rosalie knocked briefly reflexively before opening the door slowly, cautiously. She peeked her head in first, then slinked the rest of the way in, her heart hurting as she saw Rafael laying on the hospital bed, peacefully asleep. It was eerily quiet, with nothing but the steady beep of the heart monitor and the hum of the machines echoing around the room.

His eyelashes were always so long, brushing his cheekbones under his eyelids. He had a few bruises on his cheek, and a cut held together by two butterfly bandages. A nasal cannula ran from his nose to the flowmeter in the wall. The light blue cotton linens were pulled up to his chest, and someone brought up one of the quilts from the on-call room and laid it atop the blanket, across his legs. His arms were by his sides, miscellaneous tubes sticking from different points within his hands and arms, covered in sticky tapes and wrapped in bandages, an oximeter on his fingertip. She hurried to his bedside, taking his hand gently in hers as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Raf,” She said softly, bringing his hand up to her lips gently as she pressed a kiss to the back of it. “You’re so stupidly brave. I always told you you had to take care of yourself on the job, too. You’re too selfless.” She sniffled, lowering her head and looking at his abdomen. It was covered by linens, but under it, she knew it was covered in bandages and stitches and plastic coverings.

“Sienna said the surgery went well. I know we’re just waiting for you to wake up. Once you wake up, we know you’ll be okay. You gotta do it for me, Rafael. Make it through this and wait on being stupid until we get married at least. Please.” She was half crying, half laughing as she pulled a chair from beside the bedside table, sitting down and resting her head on the bed beside him, still holding his hand.

For someone who had just slept for hours from a sedative, she was still exhausted, and before she knew it, the gentle hospital lullaby of monitors and machines were lulling her into sleep. ________________________________________________________________ When Rosalie woke up, she was surprised to hear the TV on. She blearily blinked the sleep from her eyes, looking up to see the screen on, playing a telenovela she had watched time and time again when she was stuck at home sick. She heard a quiet chuckle, and her head whipped around.

“For someone who was panicking over me, you’d think that when you wake up the first thing you’d look at is me.” Rafael had small, sleepy smile on his face. His eyes were droopy, full of exhaustion. But he was awake.

Rosalie had to keep herself from crying in excitement. “Raf! Oh, gracias a dios,” she took his hand in hers again, squeezing it gently to not irritate the tubing. “How are you feeling? I was so worried!”

He laughed before wincing, clutching his abdomen. Rosalie winced, too. “You sound like my avo. Ever the worrier, Rosalie.”

Rosalie’s jaw dropped. “¡Ni en pedo! Do you even know what happened to you? I was worried sick! Literally sick, Raf--I threw up all over the linoleum in the E.R.”

Rafael rolled his eyes affectionately, snorting. “I do, Ro. Dr. Mirani told me when I first woke up. He was a bit unhappy to see you slumped over my bed when I hadn’t been approved for visitors. He told me that you haven’t left the hospital in over a day. Why didn’t you go home?”

“And leave you here? What kind of fiancée would I be if I did that?”

“One that took care of herself.” He smiled softly. Although his exhaustion was evident, his smile still reached his eyes. It was Rosalie’s favorite smile of his. For someone who was constantly smiling, the gentle smiles that showed in the eyes more than the mouth was her absolute favorite. “I love you, princesa. Thank you for staying with me.”

“I love you too, Rafael. And I would stay in here for the rest of my life if it meant I could make sure you were doing okay.” ________________________________________________________________ Spanish translations: - “Gracias a dios!” -- Thank God - “¡Ni en pedo!” -- essentially “fat chance!” or “there’s no way!”

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heartforheart532 · 6 years

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THOS2: A weekend to never forget

So I promised I would give a coverage of my weekend at THOS2 as soon as I would get my HD pictures in. I just got them today so I’ve decided to share my story with you guys finally! It’ll be quite a long post so if you’re interested in hearing about me meeting the best cast there is on this planet feel free to continue reading! :)

So this was my first convention ever so I was very curious to see how things would turn out. I was also very, very nervous to finally meet the amazing people who bring these characters to live so amazingly. So Saturday, our first day, started with an opening panel where the casts greets us and everything and shortly after the OPS were beginning. So the first block was Matt, Harry, Jade and Will. I had Matt and Harry first (and to be honest I was the most nervous to meet those two so that didn’t really ease my nerves. xD).

Meeting Harry Shum Jr So I was told to go to Harry first and boy, I was shaking in my shoes about how nervous I was meeting him. Photo ops go very quick so in no time it was my turn to take a picture with him and my heart was just beating out of my chest but when I saw him, he just smiled at me and greeted me with a hug and immediately asked me “Hi! How are you doing?’’ and I could talk with him without even stuttering. Like, one hug and all my previous worries about being nervous just flew out the window. He was so sweet and patient with me and I am forever thankful I got the opportunity to meet this man. They day after I met him at the autographe and I had bought him an omamori and I’ll never forget our little conversation we had when I walked up to the table for the autograph session. He asked me how I was doing, if I still had some energy after these tiring two days and even danced with me a little! (Well he danced a bit in his chair but still, AHH) His reaction when he saw the omamori was the cutest thing ever. “An omoari! Oeeh, thank you so much!’’ (Also when he saw our picture he casually said, “Oh yeah I remember you!’’ and I was screaming on the inside.)

Meeting Matthew Daddario So, after my photoshoot with Harry on the saturday, I immediately queued for Matt’s line in the room where the photo’s were taken. At this point I was a little nervous again because... hello it’s Matt. When I was behind the curtain where Matt took his pictures I could hear him go; “Guys I look ridiculous! I am gonna look ridiculous in these pictures!’’ And at first I thought maybe it were some girls wanting to do some cosplay with hum but NOPE, he was worried about his hat hair! (He wore a cap when he came in during the opening panel and clearly was asked by the crew at the beginning of his photo session to take it off. He later but it back on. xD) So, it was my turn and I walk up to him, give him a hug (which holy shit they all give amazing hugs) and the usual “how are you doing chat’’. So we take out picture and as I’m about to leave (you’re not allowed to hang around for very long) he turns to me and goes “Does my hair look ridiculous to you?’’ and I blink at first and then am like; “What? No! No you look fine, Matt!’’ And he continues to be like “I should’ve done something with it.’’ and I literally stare him dead in the eyes and say: “Matt, you look beautiful.’’ and he FUCKING SMILED AND SAID “Aw, thanks!’’ Yeah no, I was an emotional dead mess after that. Later on this day I had an autographe session with him where I gave him a self made omamori. He was very clearly tired and had a long day behind him so I didn’t want to take up much of his time. I gave him the omamori (which he loved by the way) but forgot to tell him I actually had made it myself. So the next day I had another autographe session and op with him. Because the queue for his op was so long this time there was not much time for small talk, I gave him a hug again and we did the parabatai op which I loved because OH DAMN HE STARES STRAIGHT INTO YOUR SOUL AND THEN HAS THE AUDICITY TO SMIRK AT YOU. ANyways so later on that sunday I had my last autogrpahe session which was him and got my friend an autographe from him. So he asked me about my friend and I told him about her where after I gave him the letter I asked him if he remembered me giving him the omamori. “Yeah! The tiny one right?’’ and so I explained that I made it myself and he was very surprised about that and when I gave him the letter I said that everything was written in there and he went like “Wait, lemme write omamori on it. That way I know it’s from you!’’ after that I said my goodbyes to him and a friend of mine who was stillin line offered a shoulder to cry upon because I was so emtionally overwhelmed :’) But yeah, Matthew Daddario is an angel and I feel so blessed I have met him.

Meeting Alberto Rosende OKAY THIS HAS GOT TO BE ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOMENTS OF THE ENTIRE EFFING WEEKEND.

Let me start off with the fact that Alberto is a Gryffindor and I am a Gryffindor. Last Christmas my friend had gifted me a Gryffindor scarf so... I took that with me to the con. So when I had my op with him (I had two in one row) I wrapped the scarf around his neck and told him “You can borrow it for today.’’ And his eyes just... widened in surprise and he was like “Oh, thank you. This is so cool.’’ So we did a pose with the scarf and then a regular hug pose afterwards. Later that saturday I also had an autographe with him so naturally, I decided I wanted him to sign the gryffindor op! This entire exchange owns my heart. Alberto Rosende is the kindest soul I have ever met and I only love him more after this convention. So when it was my turn for his autographe he was eating some sweets and I playfully asked him if they were good. He was like “Yeah! Do you want some?’’ They were lemon napoleons AND I DO NOT SAY NO TO SOUR CANDY. So I gave him the picture of us and at first he wrote my name; “Anja. That’s a really pretty name. I love that name.’’ I think I blushed bright red at that lol. Then he saw the op and he gasped and before he even started writing I was like; “Gryffindor’s for life!’’ he stops all movements and was like: “I WAS GONNA WRITE THAT!’’ And we high fived and aahhh my heart was screaming with happiness. So when he had signed my photo I gave him an envelope with a letter and a tiny gift. He looked at me and was like; “Can I open it now?’’ And I was like, yes of course! So he opened it and he smiled so big when he saw the bas guitar keychain I got him. It reminded me of him as well as of Simon so I figured it would be a perfect gift for him. He told me he loved it and honestly, he made my entire day with this exchange. :’’)

Meeting Emeraude, Kat and Dom + the autographes with Jade and Will So these three ops and autographes went quite fast so I’ve decided to put them under one headline lol. With Jade and Will I only had an autographe.

I had two autographes with Kat on the saturday, one for me and one for a friend. Her throat was very sore from when she was in Australia so I talked and laughed about that bit with her and then she was asking me how I liked the convention and such. Her op was super rushed, it was in and out in the snap of a fingers but she was an angel.

Emeraude was an absolute sweetheart. I talked a bit at the autographe with her about the con as well and then sunday we had our photo op. So I wanted to do the parabatai pose with her and Eme being Eme she was a bit confused which one it was but I showed her and she was like “Oh right! Well as you know I don’t have a parabatai but now you are my first one!’’ “Well I’m very honored to be!’’ She was gorgeous in real life and such a joy to talk with and see at panels.

Dom’s ops were a bit rushed as well but I had the chance to talk to him a bit and gah, his accent in real life. fuck man. Will’s accent too by the way. Shit. I’ve had my doubts about meeting Dom after everything that happened and had been struggling with this decision for the remaining eight months but decided to just do it since I already spend money on the photo op. During his autographe we talked baout my name and The Netherlands and how our J’s sound different, I found it funny he picked up on that xD.

Will was such a fucking pleasure to talk with and he was adorable. Hours before the autographe session he had a panel with Harry that I witnessed and so I had something to talk about with him. That panel was seriously everything.

Jade was a real sweetheart. He was talking in French at first but when he noticed I spoke English he did that (which I think is amazing, speaking French with the local fans) this was on the sunday and at the end of the event so we just talked about the weekend we had and that he was such a sweetheart.

For the rest I have an op with the Lightwood family and the Shumdario duo with one of my best friends and parabatai!

And basically that was my weekend! i ha the most amazing time with this incredible cast and met the best firends and mutuals in real life that I could’ve ever asked for.

And no matter how much I miss them at this point, I know I’ll see some of them back again at THOS3! (Whihc I got a pass for again and I can’t wait!)

If you read this far I applaud you! xD Thank you for your time and I hope you enjoyed this story!

#Shadowhunters #Shadowhunters Season 3 #Matthew Daddario #Harry Shum jr #Katherine McNamara #Emeraude Toubia #Dominic Sherwood #Will Tudor #Jade Hassouné #Alberto Rosende #Shadowhunters cast #THOS2 #The Hunters of Shadow #THOS2 con #THOS3 #Story time

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volchistamoved-blog · 7 years

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i just want to thank you all SO MUCH ! i only remade maryas blog around a month ago and already there are over 100 of you here !!! it never ceases to warm my heart how much endless love and devotion i receive here on maryas blog. i have never felt so welcome and loved on a blog before. i love each and every one of you, you are all gifts, thank you, again.

THESE ARE ALL PEOPLE, i look up to, i admire endlessly and my dash would not be the same without you guys.

@bloodythirsts / / @mothics / / @godleir / / @deathrisen / / @veracitic / / @variforme / / @saviourse / / @sansavis / / @chaosate / / @chaied / / @nexusbeing / / @wiccks / / @warblossomed / / @astralord / / @tsarsmerti / / @vasilyevna / / @wrths / / @quinn / / @manwithout / / @imperises / /

THE GROSS PART, because im me, and such an emotional person i have to make some special lengthy mentions about those who have earned such a special place inside my heart.

@inheriteds * / / jannah, i tell you this all the time but you are such a gift. you are one of the strongest people i have ever known? and god am i so happy to have met you. i have always, ALWAYS admired you, no matter your blog and i was so amazed you wanted to be friends with me, and write with me. you are so endlessly sweet to me literally every single time we speak. you have a special way of making me laugh and smile like an idiot. your talent is astounding/?? i know im gonna say this about most of my favs but i mean it truly every time i say it. your writing is breath taking and something so unique to you alone. i just love you so very much. you’re an amazing and beautiful person, thank you for existing.

@koschie * / / listen, the love of my life right here? the koschei of my heart? you never ever cease to take my breath away? you are one of m y favorite people to exist in this world. you are so GOOD, you are such an amazing and beautiful soul, you’re such a strong person and you have such a relentlessly good heart. and i am so proud of you?? in every sense of the word. i will never not be proud of you? and GODDDDD, i could go on for years about your writing, your writing is some of the most beautiful and unique i have seen??? im left aghast every time i read something you write and you inspire me ENDLESSLY with everything you do. you are such a perfect koschei and really just perfect no matter who you write.

@lionswrath * / / listen i know we havent gotten to speak much in recent times but my goD LIGHT OF MY LIFE. you are such a wonderful human being??? i have been beyond impressed with your blog, with your absolute love and perfect representation of cersei??? i love??? just how much you love her and how you will never romanticize the bad things about her, how you just recognize her for all that she is?? bc thats so important okay. not to mention everything you touch turns to gold?? your graphics and themes are so beautiful and your writing is so lovely an d perfect. youre just a perfect person.

@justonekid * / / LISTEN TO ME ANNIE. i know we only very recently met and became friends but i am so glad that we did?? you’re such a gift to this world. you’re such a wonderful person?? you’re so funny, you always make me smile and laugh and your love for aang is literally the greatest? you bring so much life to his character, so so much, you have made me love him in a way that i didnt know i could? you’re such an endlessly creative and beautiful person. i love you okay.

@highnis * / / TWIGGY, my love, you have always been so endlessly kind and supportive of me since we first met? you have the kindest heart and you’re just a beautiful person over all??? you’re an angel, a true goddess. you never cease to amaze me in everything you do and i would lay my life on the line for you??? you always make me feel so great about myself and i just adore you??

@viduamor * / / listen i know we literally just became friends since i re made maryas blog but i ADORE YOU. i have always, ALWAYS, admired your blog from afar and i never thought we could become friends but here we are?? and i am s hook? every time you compliment me a piece of me dies.bUT ANWAYS. i love love your passion for nat?? its so admirable and i love how willing you are to take her character so above and beyond what her canon is>?? to make her something so much more ???? your nat is a piece of art tbh.

@prodigicals & @bleusilk * / / listen, you are one of the kindest people i have ever had the pleasure of meeting??? you have the biggest heart and you have such a warm and inviting presence about you and i think it is so beautiful?? you are so insanely talented in every conceivable way its breath taking. you are a gift to this world and i adore you beyond words.

@sunbruise * / / aiden, my love, my darling, much like many people on this list that i have gushed about you are someone i admired from afar for as long as i could remember, someone i had always wanted to interact with but neve r got to. and then you followed me back onmaryas blog and we started talking and wow you’re a wonderful person>??? you are so kind and inviting and you’re so creative??? ken is such a beautiful and amazing character and i will literally always love him. you put so much obvious work into creating him and im just??? its so cLEAR.

@patriotborne * / / dairy, dairy, dairy. you and i may not have been friends for long but i just/?? you deserved a place here. you are such a wonderful and kind soul? you brought the big atla group togeether and ive never felt more accepted somewhere?? you just have the biggest heart and you are such a positive force??? its amazing. you are so beyond talented and i love every single thing you ever touch??? i just love you so very much okay.

@glacialborne * / / sEB. SEBBBB. ur among my newer friends but i love you??? i was so blown away your writing?? like i never thought youd wanna write with me?? but you turned out to be such a sweet little bean ! you are so kind and you’re always so down for plotting and talking with me and you pour your whole heart into every character you write. you’re just such a great person??? i admire you so much, you’re amazing.

@ensavaged * / / i know??? we arent ultra close or anything like that but you deserve a place here? you are one of the most creative people ive had the pleasure of knowing. the amount of work and depth you put into adelyn is amazing, it is so admirable, i literally aspire to make my ocs as wonderful as you made adelyn. you’re just??? such a great presence to have around?? im still amazed that i can call you my friend and my writing partner?? bc i admired you from afar for so long! and i just never thought you would wanna write with me. you’re iconic, a vision of beauty and perfection. never forget that.

@heavenbuilt * / / HANNAAHHH, my darling dearest. i fucking love you??? you are my heart, my love. you are someone ilove so much??? im so happy we became friends??? you are perfection ! your writing is always getting better every time i read it and you seriously amaze me with your skill literally all the time. you’re such a funny and all around great person?? i live for your messages in our group chat and i just love talking to you??? you are so wonderful im at a loss for words. i love you okay.

#i feel like #every nice message seems so impersonable #bc i repeat #that i love everyone of u sm #and how great i think u all are #asfjSJDJSDF #mom friend.jpg * ooc #anyway!!!

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queenofallcorgis · 7 years

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A Beautiful Lie and Painful Truth [Chapter Three]

Summary: Frankenstein Inspired. All Phil wanted to do was help people. Instead he was the apprentice to an eccentric old doctor in smoggy old England. He didn’t expect the doctor to dig up a body. He certainly didn’t expect the body to wake up.

Warnings: Murder, character death (but it doesn’t last), violence, abuse, homophobia

Previous Chapters: (1), (2)

DREADFUL MURDER! It is our terrible task to present the details of a murder committed a few evenings ago. On Thursday evening last, Mr. Daniel Howell, previously known as the son of the prestigious Howell family and a talented pianist, was murdered. His body was discovered in the River Thames where he had been strangled to death by the murderer. The Howell family is pleading for any information on the untimely death of their beloved son. Mr. Howell’s fiance, Eliza Barton, also tearfully pleads for justice for her slain love. The Queen graciously had offered a reward of 200 pounds for the information leading to the arrest of this scoundrel. Phil’s fingers trembled as he read and reread the story. The pageboy gave a frustrated grunt as Phil stayed right in front of him and eventually pushed past him to sell more newspapers to the bustling crowd. Finally, he managed to fold the paper several times and shove it into his coat before he continued on with the crowd. He hadn’t connected the name Daniel Howell with the Howell family. They owned several factories and were practically swimming in money. Most importantly, everyone knew where they lived. As if possessed by some other force, Phil walked through the busy streets before he found himself among perfectly manicured lawns and elegant buildings. Once, when he was a small child his father had taken him to London and pointed to the streets. He had told him with pride in his eyes that one day when he was a successful doctor he would live among the wealthy like the Howells. Phil wandered down the street, feeling out of place in his threadbare coat and scuffed shoes. Finally he came upon an elegant manor with the name Howell on a plaque near the front door. With a deep breath, he knocked on the door. “How may I help you?” A young woman dressed neatly in a maid’s uniform asked. “Oh…I…” Had he come up with something to even say? “I wanted to express my condolences about the young Master Howell.” Sorrow passed over the young girl’s face. “It is dreadfully sad. He was the kindest young man…I’m afraid that the family is not accepting visitors at this time but I will make sure to let them know you came to call Mr…” “Lester,” he flinched, realizing that he probably shouldn’t have given his read name. “And it is just fine. I just…thank you.” He started back down the steps, ears burning, when a voice called out. “Margaret, who is it?” “Mr. Lester to express his condolences,” the girl was turning and closing the door when another woman appeared. “You don’t have to leave so quickly sir,” the woman gave him a warm smile. She was a beautiful girl with her dark hair pulled up on top of her head. Her gown was pitch black and elegant gloves were pulled up to her elbows. “I don’t want to disturb you…” “Nonsense,” the woman waved her hand. “Please come in for tea.” Too uncomfortable to refuse, Phil stepped into the house. The servant took his coat with a raised eyebrow and he followed the woman into the parlor. “So, tell me how you knew my fiance,” the woman turned to him and his heart stuttered. “I…I was a friend of his,” Phil finally managed as he took a seat on the edge of the sofa. “I am so very sorry about your fiance.” Her blue eyes fixed on him for a moment as she took a cup of tea from her servant. “I am too. Daniel was a wonderful man. Where did you meet?” “Um…I’m an apprentice for a doctor and he met me at the office. We struck up a friendship,” Phil shrugged and stared at the milky liquid in his cup. A soft smile spread across Eliza’s face and she leaned back. “I knew I would meet one of Daniel’s friends eventually. You must have cared for him deeply.” “He was a good friend,” Phil said shortly, confused by her expression. Eliza tapped her finger on her tea cup and pursed her lips. “How did you really meet Daniel?” I helped reanimate his body and now he is alive in my office. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Don’t you?” Her eyebrow arched. “You seem like a kind young man Mr. Lester. Daniel did not have many friends outside the family. I know for a fact that he hasn’t been to a doctor in a very long time. How did you meet my fiance?” “I…I…” Phil wanted to jump up and run but was frozen by her gaze. “It is alright,” Eliza smiled warmly. “Ive known about Daniel’s…interests since we were children. If you came all this way to pay your respects you must have meant something dear to him.” Oh. Oooooh. When Phil didn’t respond her smile dropped and she leaned back. “Unless…oh damn it all. I can’t…well, does it even matter any more?” Tears flooded her eyes and she sucked in a shaky breath. Phil leaned forward, taking her gloved hand in his. “I won’t tell a soul. I swear.” “I apologize…I usually can hold myself together much better,” Eliza dabbed at his eyes with a napkin. “Thank you.” “Of course,” Phil smiled at her and she sighed. “Daniel and I grew up within the same social circle. We always knew we were going to be married,” Eliza said softly, tugging at her gloves. “He was my best friend. We would get into so much trouble as children, always stealing treats and ruining our clothes after running around in mud. Our parents would be so angry. Then we had to act like young man and women and things changed. Daniel confessed to me that…that…” “He wasn’t interested in women,” Phil said and Eliza nodded. “I didn’t care. He was my best friend and I only wanted his happiness,” she blinked furiously again. “I shouldn’t tell you any of this. I’ve never told a soul but…I want you to know that I don’t hate you. If Daniel found love then that is what is important.” The words caught in his throat and Phil just nodded. Maybe he could give this woman some closure. “And you two would still be married?” He asked and Eliza laughed. “We made an agreement that he would continue being happy and maybe I could find someone to love me the way he could not. Wouldn’t it be hilarious if we could sit together as wife, husband and lovers? How modern of us,” she giggled then her face became serious. “I just wanted him safe.” “Did he often search out companionship?” Phil twisted his hands together. “Daniel was a handsome young man, of course he did. He…he was out that evening in fact. Someone must have found out and…” Her body shuddered. “I hate to imagine how scared he must have been in his final moments.” Phil swallowed and nodded. Daniel risked death just being with someone he wanted to be with. If the dangers of going to see strange men weren’t enough he risked being executed if he was ever found out. The life Daniel led before his death had to have been heartbreaking. He had to always live in fear. “He was lucky to have someone like you in her life,” Phil finally said and Eliza smiled. “And you too,” she said softly. “I don’t want to live my life in mourning. Daniel wouldn’t have wanted that, he wouldn’t want that for you either. All we can do is try to teach others that love is love. No one should be afraid to love someone else…no one should die because of who they love.” Phil nodded, feeling a weight in his chest. Should he just tell Eliza that her fiance was alive? Again, the words stuck in his throat. She had lost her best friend in a horrible way and seemed like she was finally moving on. “I shouldn’t take up any more of your time,” Phil stood, making sure that his delicate cup was placed on the table. “But it was lovely to meet you.” “You as well,” Eliza smiled. “Thank you for coming, you have really put my mind to rest. All I wanted for Dan was for someone to care for him the way he deserved.” Phil nodded, still feeling dazed. The conversation repeated in his mind over and over again as he slowly walked through the streets. Why had he just played along with Eliza’s misconceptions? He had pretended to be the man’s lover for goodness sake. Maybe it was because he wanted her to have a little peace after Daniel’s passing. Maybe he wanted her to think that he had someone who loved him instead of him trying to chase down happiness and only finding death. When Phil finally returned to the office he locked the door behind him and hung up his coat. Ever since Dan woke up Thompson had closed to dedicate time to his study which only led to bills piling up. “Phil?” He smiled at Dan’s voice when he walked into the main room. It was amazing how far Dan had come with speaking and walking. “Hello Dan,” Phil greeted him and the young man walked towards him, stumbling faintly. “Have you had supper yet?” Dan cocked his head to the side, seemingly not understanding. Sometimes it felt like he was talking to a cat or dog instead of a person. “Okay, let me get that started,” he made his way to the kitchen to quickly make up a bowl of porridge. Dan ate slowly but his fine motor skills were far better than before. His hands barely trembled and he was neat. With a sigh, Phil sat in the chair across from him and studied the man in front of him. Was any of the person Dan used to be still there? “What do you remember from before?” Phil asked and Dan glanced up. “Do you remember your family? Your home? Eliza?” A flicker of recognition flashed in Dan’s eyes and his brow furrowed. “You played the piano, remember?” Phil asked softly and Dan spread his hands out on the table, apparently fixated on them. After a few minutes of nothing, Phil sighed and leaned back. In his old village there was a man who had been kicked in the head by a horse. He had reverted to acting like a child and needed constant care. Maybe Dan was like that now? What kind of life was that? His thoughts were interrupted by Dan softly humming to himself. Curious, Phil glanced over to see Dan with his head tilted down and his fingers drifting across the wood. Suddenly Phil recognized the song Dan was humming as Beethoven’s Sonata in D Minor and his breath caught in his throat. He was moving his fingers across the table like it was a piano. Maybe there was something left of Daniel Howell.

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arachnexdragoon · 7 years

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❤ five times my muse says they don’t love yours, and the one time they admit it.

send me a symbol for…

Dropping by to help the prince and his friendswith all things that went bump in the night was no longer a surprise for them.Prompto always greeted her cheerfully, while Gladiolus went straight for theinnuendo talk and Noctis tried his best to stay sharp and make no mistakes –apparently, she left quite the impression after the Vesperpool. But it was forIgnis’s reactions she waited for the most – and he usually reserved a small butsweet smile whenever she landed near him, sometimes replacing his daggers for alance so both could attack together.

His smiles and polite nods of head were gettingthe best out of Aranea – because that night, the red giant’s sword swept heroff her feet and she landed near the roadside. Graceless and painful – but ithad been the adviser who rushed up to offer his support, crushing a potion andhealing the woman without a moment of hesitation.

“Are you always this kind to your enemies?”

“No, but I am to my allies,” he repliedsmoothly, the fingertips of a right hand brushing over the injury that hadfully disappeared upon his ministrations. The battle had almost ended – thegiant was on his knees and Gladiolus was about to deliver the killing blow –and the way Ignis tarried for a moment, with her arm in his hands, didn’tescape her gaze.

“You’re too sweet, Specs. You’ll have a dozengood women offering their eternal love to you when you’re done babysittingPrince Charming.”

“You won’t be there yourself? That’s a pity,”he quipped with an amused look at her words, and Aranea just grinned wickedly.

“I’m not a good woman.”

II.

“I might be tempted to exchange my ship forthis!”

Ignis offered her a smile in return; theRegalia was quite something indeed, especially during beautiful nights. Thesleek vehicle had the elegance of the models no longer produced in Lucis, whileretaining the engine efficiency and all the comforts required of newer cars. Itwas really a pleasure to drive one around – and the dragoon had been more thanhappy to be taken for a ride.

“Well, the car is part of his majesty’sinheritance. A connection to our former king, in a sense,” Ignis added in amuch somber tone, and Aranea knew what it meant; Regis’s death had been thework of cowards and she took no pride of Niflheim’s efforts there. At timeslike these, the commodore felt the abyss between them grow deeper – how couldthey pretend that these secret outings were innocent when they both had theirallegiances clearly settled?

Well, at least the royal adviser had his…

“I could, however, as the designated driver andcaretaker of the vehicle, allow for someone else to take the wheel, as long asI am confident that the guest driver would follow my every command,” he spokelowly, reducing the speed and finding a good parking spot just after the bridgethey had crossed. The woman turned to him, eyes wide with wonder and surprise,leaning over to cover his hand with hers when he moved to unfasten theseat belts. “You’re serious?”

“I am.”

“Damn, I could kiss you for this, Ignis,” shesaid and the adviser coughed politely, looking very much pleased with the offerbut assuming the gentlemanly role expected of him when he stepped out of thecar and waited until Aranea was behind the wheel to take over the shotgun seat.Before she turned on the car, he reached over and placed the belt in place,giving her an infuriating smirk.

“Remember, you have to follow my every command.”

“Why, are you going to command me to leave theEmpire, work for Noctis and marry you too?” she asked with a chuckle, but Ignisjust regarded her with a mysterious gaze in his eye before wordlessly allowingher to take the car for a spin. “Perhaps.”

“You drive a hard bargain for a test drive,Specs.”

“Don’t I always?”

III.

“So you guys are going to Altissia.”

Ignis appeared to be surprised at her words;but Aranea merely chuckled at his expressions and waved a hand, freeing him ofany guilt related to whatever he thought he had messed up. “Come on, Iggy. Giveme some credit. I know I’m brute force but I have some brains… Lunafreya isthere and the army’s gotta move to Accordo soon. The marriage thing is stillgoing strong.”

The adviser appeared to be more at ease afterher words; it made indeed sense for her guess – once it had been declared thatboth the prince and the oracle had survived the treaty signing, the hopes forthe wedding were restored and the work resumed. It was no longer a secret thatthe army was very interested in that too, and just how much they’d be able tointerfere would depend on the permission from the Accordian first secretary.

“Yes, we are. You have unknowingly helped us,even. That was the reason we required the mythril and you so kindly assistedus.”

“By ‘kindly’ you mean ‘having the chancellortelling me to’, then yeah. I’m the kindest woman you ever met,” she laughedwhile looking at the night scenery, away from the lights of Old Lestallum. Theyhad met there, and climbed to the rooftop of the motel. They could talk freelythere, as well as enjoy some peace and quiet away from Ignis’s friends and hermen without a lot of difficult questions.

“You are one of the kindest women I’ve evermet,” he replied softly, holding her gaze when Aranea turned to look at him;Ignis meant it – every word. And how could he think that she was kind when hehad been working for the side causing nothing but misery to his prince? Well,she wasn’t the paragon of loyalty, sure, but…

“You sure have a twisted notion of kindness,handsome,” she commented eventually, seeing his serious look morphing into oneof quiet amusement; but he shook his head and pushed his glasses into place. “Kindnesshas many forms, as does love. One could go an entire life without realizingthat or even having the chance to witness them all.”

“Yeah, I bet I’m one of them. I don’t dokindness or love easily, honey,” she inched closer to the adviser, he breathghosting over his ear, “No one can survive Niflheim by being partial to either of thesethings.”

IV.

The night Aranea appeared in Cape Caem justbefore they set sail to Altissia had surprised everyone – especially Talcott,who still had the fresh memories of just how the Empire treated those whoopposed them. It had taken a lot of talking and assuring from Noctis andespecially Ignis for the boy to stay in the same room with the commodore – but hestill regarded her with uneasiness and fear.

And for the first time, Aranea realized thatshe didn’t enjoy that. She took no pleasure of making innocent children afraidof her; she was made for the battle and for where confrontation was honest –not this. Not civilians, not kids. She had been one of them and it hit tooclose to home for her to feel comfortable.

But her visit had a noble cause – she came totell them everything she knew about the Empire’s plans for Altissia. Anyleverage they could get of it, fine – she was done with Niflheim. She wasreally close to cutting her ties with the emperor, but she was responsible forher men, too. Aranea needed to do this smartly otherwise everything would endbadly for her and the rest of their unit and she’d no longer be helpful.

It had been a surprise alright, but no one actuallythought she had been lying. Biggs and Wedge were welcomed inside later and theydid a small celebration of sorts, with whatever food they had planted and thebooze from the nearest outpost. Prompto took pictures, Noctis actually made anice playlist from his phone and Gladiolus started a truth or dare game that noone would have joined under normal circumstances or sober.

The empty beer bottle spun – Ignis and Aranea.Some hushed murmurs of excitement reached her ears, because… Well. Of coursethere would be rumors. They had interacted a bit too much than people wouldhave expected, and Ignis had been sneaking away during the nights whenever ared ship appeared in the sky (but Gladiolus had told no one about that).

Aranea’s face was all about defiance. Knowingany dare would be too easy for the dragoon, Ignis then opted for something lessthan orthodox when she picked ‘dare’.

“I dare you to tell the truth, Aranea.”

“That’s not in the rules!”

“You’re complaining about someone bending therules?”

“Damn you, Specs. Okay, fine, go ahead withyour silly truth question.”

“Do you love anyone, present company included?”

Silence – utter and complete. No one hadexpected Ignis to be so bold, but then again most of their conversation wouldbe forgotten in the morning. Aranea appeared to be shocked, but she recoveredquickly and smirked in that very particular way of hers. “Yeah, handsome,” awink, “Myself.”

“We’ll be assisting with the evacuationefforts. There’s little we can do to help Noct otherwise,” he explained toAranea, both drinking coffee at one of Altissia’s cafés and hidden in plainsight – different clothes, decked in the fashion of the protectorate’s capital andaway from the main streets. No one seemed to spare them a second glance, noteven the few armed Niflheim guards they had seen earlier.

“Gotcha. So you got Claustra’s support. Welldone, always heard she was quite the bitch to deal with,” Aranea mused over hercup, concealing a devilish grin when Ignis offered her a mildly surprised lookover her language. All these months of secret outings and dalliances under the moonlightand he still worried about her vocabulary.

“Oh, live a little, Iggy. The sky’s not gonnafall on your head or anything if you use a bad word,” she said with a laugh,and Ignis appeared to be even further mortified by her suggestion, although hesmiled in the end. That was more connected to the fact that Aranea had laughed –and let their hands touch over the table in a way that had been no accident. Whenthe adviser linked their fingers, she made no move to pull away.

“Well, it’s a strange moment for the world welive in. Astrals are communicating with mankind, an impenetrable city wasconquered, a fearsome dragoon warrior has decided to aid us in our quest…” andat that, Aranea just stared at Ignis with an amused expression, although halfof it was covered by the sunglasses she used and which she had slid down hernose so she could actually hold the adviser’s gaze.

“So me helping your sorry asses is on the samelevel of a fucking astral rising from the seas?”

“Indeed it is,” Ignis replied, rising her handand placing a soft kiss on her knuckles, doing all that without breaking eyecontact, “You wanted to kill us upon our first meeting, and yet now we havesecured your affections and love.”

“That’s not true!” she retorted with a laugh,removing her fingers to curl them into her fist and them bumping Ignis’sclosest arm with them, “I’m doing what’s right, damn it.”

“So are the astrals.”

VI.

“Step away from him. Now!”

Ardyn turned around, a smile gracing hisever-confident features. He sidestepped a few troopers on the ground,approaching the commodore that was the perfect definition of a war goddess –her spear was ready, her eyes burning with pure, undiluted rage and her body wasone second from snapping into the air and crushing the chancellor with theweight of her lance.

“Ah, my dear dragoon. You think you’re fit togive me orders now?” he queried in an almost cheerful tone, but a dismissivehand actually sent the nearby soldiers into motion, retreating to someplaceelse. Ardyn took step after step until he was in front of the spear, fingertipagainst the sharp end of the magitek weapon – and then traced it all the wayback to Aranea’s hands, letting go of her with a small chuckle.

“But you needn’t have worried, my love. I hav-“

“Do NOT call me that, you bastard!”

“Oh? Touchy, aren’t we?” Ardyn chuckled,circling the commodore and bowing to her as someone who politely bid hergoodbye, “But as I said, you need not worry about disobeying the chain ofcommand. I’m quite finished here, as it were… You’re welcome to help yourselfto the spoils of the war, my dear.”

A small laugh followed, what sounded sick andwrong to her ears; but Aranea ran forward, spear dropping to the side and kneeshitting the floor as fast as she could when her hands reached for the fallen bodyof the adviser on the ground. She wiped the blood away from his face, gaspingin shock when she saw the extent of his wounds.

“Specs? Shit, Ignis, can you hear me?” he onlygrunted, appearing vaguely conscious of anyone speaking to him. He recoiledfrom her touches – and that broke her heart in a million pieces, making hereyes burn hotly with tears that were begging to be shed. “Ignis, it’s alright,it’s Aranea. I’m taking you to safety, I’m taking you home…”

She quickly produced a vial of an elixir – and crushedit, healing some of his cuts and quickly using the white fabric of her uniformto clean it all. But his eyes… Nothing happened to his eyes, and the commodorepanicked. What? What kind of injury didn’t heal like that? “Ignis, can you hearme?”

“A-Aranea?”

“Yes, yes! What happened to you? How did this…Fuck,” she cursed, and Ignis moved against her, his hands searching forsomething – and then it dawned on her that he couldn’t see anything, and thathis fingers were trying to help him piece the things together, because hervoice was completely different, mixed with grief, anger and all the sadness,coupled with the tears he found streaming down from her face.

“Are you… Hurt?”

“No, I’m fine!” she replied, looking around andseeing no one else around – just fallen troopers and other bodies; it was anugly battle zone and she needed to take Ignis out of there, take him someplaceelse where he’d be safe until the rest of his friends could go to him. Becausenow… Aranea needed to run, fast. Everyone would know she was no longer part ofthe army and Bahamut knew what Ardyn had in store for her after threateninghim. But when she saw it, when the bombs landed and she ran from Ignis… Shecouldn’t help…

“I’m so sorry Ignis, I’m such a fucking stupid…Urgh,” she groaned, and raised him in her arms. The adviser appeared to beconfused by the role reversal, but Aranea could take it – she was strong andshe had trained to use a fucking huge magitek lance; she could carry Ignis’sbody to safety. He blindly clung to her, seeking some kind of support while shestarted a bumpy trek for Claustra’s estate – there he should be safe. Therewasn’t much of Altissia standing, anyway.

“You did nothing, Aranea… Ardyn, he was the onewho-“

“Precisely! I did nothing! I fucking watched itall until it was too late!” she retorted angrily, shaking her head to wipe thetears away because her hands were too busy at the moment; but he came to herhelp, sensing the distress and moving his hand over to her face, cleaning itfrom tears slowly, and almost making Aranea break down into an ugly mess ofsobs and tears right then with his damn kindness.

“Aranea… You saved my life, as far as I know. Ardyn’s…motivations, as dark as they might be… Are not to be blamed on you…”

“Ignis, please… Don’t spare my feelings. Notyou,” she swallowed hard, but kept going, finding the remnants of a bridge and crossingover the channel, her lance forgotten at where she had found Ignis. She’d comeback for it later, “Not when I’ve hurt you so much. I don’t deserve yourkindness.”

“You deserve it most than anyone…” he repliedin a shaky breath, “As well as my love.”

“Don’t talk of love. Not to me, not when…” shecouldn’t take it – she fell to the ground, kneeling over rubble and debriswhile hugging Ignis against her body; her armor was sharp and uncomfortable,but somehow he found a way to return it, embracing and comforting her whenAranea thought she least deserved it. It was so warped and twisted, so fuckingpainful…

This was not how it should have gone.

“Not when everything I love ends up sufferingand paying for my sins.”

She was sobbing; an ugly and hot mess of tearsinto his neck, and Ignis appeared to be in shock; Aranea only stopped cryingwhen his hands found her face and she understood that he wanted to speak toher, to look at her even though his eyesight had been damaged – and the efforthe must have done to get her attention should have been immense, because he waspanting and biting his lips to keep moaning from pain.

Ignis Scientia was the fucking bravest man shehad ever known at that moment.

“There’s no love… Without pain, Aranea. I’llendure mine if… If you’ll hold onto yours.”

These last words seemed to rob him of consciousness;his body relaxed in her arms and Aranea cried, incapable of stifling thescreams and hugging him against her tightly. But theraindrops on her head and the cold water along her skin brought her rationalside back, and once more the dragoon rose from the ground, the unconscious formof the adviser in her arms while she resumed her journey.

This time, nothing stopped her – Ignis hadpromised her to do his part; she would do hers. She’d hunt down every magitekfacility, she’d mess with each and every plan of the chancellor, she’d destroythe Empire from inside out and have they pay for their crimes.

There was no other way to atone – she couldonly hope that, one day, Ignis would be indeed as kind as he had always been toforgive her.

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theladyofthewest · 7 years

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I’m an emotional mess so :)

A lot of these posts have been going around and I have had the distinct honour to have been tagged in some myself. Firstly, a huge thank you to anyone who did tag me, I can’t begin to describe how happy you made me by doing that.

Secondly, one thing I want to say is that a lot of this list is comprised of people I hold very dear to my heart especially considering that even though our interests may vary and I may not post about things they enjoy anymore, they’re still here and really that shows me that I have friends who are here for me, who like me, and not any content I post so for that I’d like to extend another huge thank you. i can’t begin to describe to all of you what that means to me :) <3

@wreathoflaurels : Oh mannnnn haha where do I begin??? Umm Laura is like literally one of my best friends and I cant begin to say how relieved I am that I mustered up the courage to talk to her that one day cause its been nothing but love and support and caring for each other since. i cant understand how someone i have never been able to lay eyes on in person could have so much of my heart and so much of my trust. I would lay down my life for you in a second and i dont think I get nearly enough opportunities to show you that. You are such a giving and supportive person and I truly count myself privileged to have been able to meet someone like you and count you as one of the people nearest to my heart. I love you and I want nothing but the best for you.

@gobodosama: Someone else that I count myself so blessed to have mustered up the courage to talk to omg. I remember the first time I spoke to Abbey was on one of her streams and she was so kind and supportive that I immediately thought ‘well fuck she’ll never like you.’ But!!!! by some miracle, she did and I get to say, with so much pride that Abbey is one of my best friends. Abbey is someone I have been able to pour my heart out to and never feel like my words will be misconstrued or misinterpreted. I truly feel like the best version of myself when I am speaking to you and i CANt begin to thank you enough for that. My super talented, kind, loving, beautiful best friend. Stay awesome, I love you.

@sankontesu :Sometimes I sit there and wonder to myself how I, hell the world, got so lucky to have someone like Lali. honestly. Lali is easily one of the kindest and most generous and open hearted people I have ever met. Lali, I remember being absolutely floored that you would spend your own money on commissioning art of Reiko for me as a birthday present. That you hadn’t even met me and you were willing to spend your own money on me. We were so close to being able to meet in NYC and do I wish to god it happened so i could give you such a huge hug and thank you for being you. People can say whatever they want about Lali but let it be known that in all my life I have never met someone like you, someone who is so good to the core and deserving of nothing but love. I love you, even if we havent spoken in so loooongg, and I hope you are always smiling cause you deserve nothing but .

@mirsan :Angie is someone that I could talk about for days. I would never get tired of announcing to the world how much Angie means to me as a person and how beautiful and giving and caring and supportive she is. There have been too many occasions for me to quote to anyone where I have felt like Angie would take on the world for me and there have been times where she has done just that. And whats most amazing about Angie is that its not just me or any of her friends that she would do that for, Angie would do that for anyone. That is what makes her such an amazing person. Angie i have been able to cry to you, cry with you, laugh with you, and listen to horrific 10 minute voice notes with you, do dramatic live readings of horrific fics with you - you name it. I will never forget that when I was scared of seeing someone to talk to, it was you who talked me through what the initial process would be and gave me the courage to go through with it. i cant thank you enough for that. I love you so much you are literally my life coach, be mirsan af and happy always, i will fight anyone who contradicts that.

@narkik : amandaaaaaa omg. Amanda you were probably my first friend on here. The Office AU haha and I remember thinking that you were waaaaay too cool for me and lo and behold I am correct. You are such an intelligent and beautiful person, so easy to talk to and i love that i can go months without talking to you and yet the next time we do talk its like it was just yesterday. idk what it is that makes me feel like I could talk to you about anything but know that i would literally fight the entire universe in order to put a smile on your face because you deserve that. Its weird how someone can be the opposite of me in so many ways and yet we can still be so similar. I love you and I want to always write smut that makes you cry in public places from trying not to smile haha, please stay happy always!!!

@aaya-ranjha-mera: omgggg you are a wild card entry! I can not begin to fathom how close I have gotten to you in such a short time. I can honestly say that I never expected for you to become a daily fixture in my life where it feels weird if we arent talking about one thing or the other. I love that i can always count on you to understand how im feeling and offer perspectives on it that i didnt even imagine. I love how I dont have to explain things to you, you seem to just understand them and sometimes its like you’re just on the same brainwave as me haha (our twins moments are far too many to count). You understand me and my love for certain,,,, characters,,,, *sigh* in a way that makes me feel a little more sane at the end of the day anD i LOVE you for that. I adore that you trust me enough to talk to me about things because the feeling is 10000% mutual and I would fight the entire planet for you!

@smilebomber : OH RINNE.. soMETIMES i think about you and just get really emotional because you are such a pURE soul and you honestly must be protected at all costs. When i think sunshine and happiness and the warmth you get from being around someone you love, I think of you. You’re so strong and loving and beautiful and TALENTED. Is there anything you cant do?? i think not. I love that youre always so considerate of everyone around you, you’re always thinking of others and their feelings and i want you to know that I am always always always thinking of you and i have so much love in my heart for you. you have been there to ask me if i’m okay when I’m feeling down, to leave me nice asks and pick me up messages and I can’t find words to tell you how much that means to me. All I can really do is impress on you that I will always, in any circumstance, be here to do the same for you and if anyone ever tries to make you feel like you are anything short of an actual goddess I will come for their ass so help me god.

@hedevimaiyya: i want to say to you shivangi that i am guaranteed going to cry typing this and if you laugh i will kill you ok. Shivangi omg omg omg i have been able to tell you things that i would never tell anyone else, i have been able to cry to you in ways that i dont know if ive done to someone else. You understand me on a wavelength that I dont think even I can reach??? When i talk to you its like all my sadness and stress becomes background noise because we just have so much fun talking to each other. I share everything with you, be it art or fic or OCs and you make me feel like ive done something worth the nobel prize every single time and I cant tell you the fuzzy feeling i get every time you message me because you are associated with goodness and happiness to me and I just feel so strongly for you. I would murder anyone who hurt you and I have been on the verge of doing so more than once. i hope to god, more than anything, that you come down to ontario so i can hug you and scream or i come up to montreal and you can laugh at my french which, while being fluent and spoken with a correct accent, is probably horrible. I LOVE YOU BOOBOO ILL DIE FOR YOU.

@onikik : You know what michelle you wanna know the truth. i struggled a lot writing your paragraph. Because i dont know where to begin talking about you. Do i start with your talent, with the fact that youre the actual hand of god? do i start with your wonderful ideas and humour?? Or do i start with the heart of pure gold in your chest? You are honestly one of the most amazing people I have met hands down, you are always ready to spread love and care and be there for other people. You - god Im getting teary eyed thinking about it - you go out of your way to do things for other people and even when youre doing a commission you go out of your way to personalize it for the person and really make them feel like you did this for them and only for them, to make them happy. theres this loving intimacy in everything you do that makes everyone around you feel like you care about them and that you are there for them. idk how you do it honestly but i think youre an actual god. yOU must be i cant imagine there being any other way that you could be so beautiful and kind and loving and giving and caring and just pe r fect. I love you and id die for you and kill for you. know that always.

and to you beautiful, beautiful people: you are all such amazing people who have made me feel so loved and welcomed. I see your URLs on my dash and I immediately am filled with warmth and love because thats exactly what all of you represent to me!!!!!

@ohblackfire, @kristicles, @thequeenwillruletheboard, @oh-haseena, @inukag, @sinuyasha, @kongosoha, @ashcanvas, @macabre-and-cheese

to anyone I forgot: I am so incredibly sorry. Know that if your name isnt on this list anywhere, that doesnt mean you’re not in my heart and that I wouldnt give my actual life for you. I have a horrible memory and I give you my deepest and most sincere apologies. <3

#well .... this got really emotional bUT IM FILLED WITH LOVE TODAY #I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR.GIF

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