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Exclusive Frozen Merch You Can Only Find at World of Frozen

Beginning on Nov. 20, World of Frozen at Hong Kong Disneyland will be home to an all-new, exclusive Frozen merchandise collection! From cozy sweaters to adorable headbands and more, there’s just so much to choose from. Everything is absolutely worth melting for and we’re guessing you may not know where to start! We’re here to help with a few of our favorites that you will find throughout the…

[dawnclark231]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Adorable Disney Olaf plush top with sequins.

[evermoreparker]

Biggest Fan

Synopsis: When you and Tom realize how much your baby daughter loves Frozen, Tom decides to surprise her playing her favorite song, but she doesn't have the reaction he was hoping for.

A/n: Hey!! So I'm super excited to share this fic that started out as me sending a cute video to my incredible friend @kidney9-9 until I asked her if she wanted to write this fic with me. Go check all her work, she's an incredible writer, and I'm so lucky to have such a sweet friend. :) Let us know if you like it!! 💖💖

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It was a quiet evening, just relaxing at home with Tom and Sophie, when you heard the familiar strums of a guitar. It was only a few notes at first until you recognized the song that your husband was playing. It was a sweet song with such sweet memories that made you lull into a thought of the past.

As soon as the soft knock on Elsa's door stopped and Anna started singing, your daughter looked at the TV screen as if it was the sweetest melody she has ever heard and it made Tom's heart melt. The way Sophie's eyes were so focused on the screen made you laugh, it's like she was hypnotized. As soon as the song ended, she went running to you and Tom, telling you two how much she loved that part of the movie and the song.

Over the next few days, you and Tom giggled and chuckled about Sophie’s concentration and seriousness in practicing the song. You even watched her as she tried to make a dance routine, it was so cute and precious. One of the days, she even got into your closet and put an old pair of heels on, saying it was her turn to perform. You and Tom cheered her on as she belted out to her new favorite song, telling her how amazing she was.

Knowing how much your daughter loved that song, Tom learned how to play it on his guitar and how to sing the lyrics for Sophie. Tom practiced for that all week, because who cares if he's got to memorize Spiderman lines for the next movie, he needs to impress his baby daughter first. On Sunday he was finally ready to give your daughter the performance she deserved, but what he didn't expect was how much she hated it.

You started recording once Tom gave you the go-ahead and placed the phone down in a steady position on the table. You sat back quietly as Sophie walked into the room, confused at the sound of the guitar. She was usually at daycare when Tom practiced the song, or asleep. Tom chuckled, feeling excited to show her the song he’s been practicing.

Instead of the original “Elsa?” In the beginning of the song, he replaced it with Sophie, and you giggled a bit, glancing over to her. “Sophie? Do you wanna build a snowman? C’mon let’s go and play!” Tom sang, smiling widely as he watched Sophie unfold what was happening.

She struggled to say something at first, making Tom sure that she enjoyed it but the moment she opened her mouth, he realized he was wrong. “NO! NO! Stop it right now!”

Knowing how self conscious Tom gets about his voice you weren't sure if you should laugh at your 3 year old daughter hating her dad singing and playing for the first time to someone other than you. Before you could say something, Sophie turned to her dad who seemed confused about if he should keep playing, knowing how you two have the same weird sense of humor and this could be another one of his daughter's jokes.

Uncertain of his next movement, Tom went back to just playing his guitar, too scared of his daughter hating his voice. Before he could even touch the first string Sophie snatched the guitar with her little hands, shouting out,  ''No more Frozen for you!''

Sophie tried to take her dad's guitar out of his hands, but she realized it's useless to carry something that heavy, instead, she went to her room and searched for the Olaf plush one of her many uncles got her as soon as they heard about her newest obsession. Holding it tight as if it was the real character, she sang to it softly the melody that she loves the most in the world.

Back in the living room, you and Tom stared at each other for a few silent seconds, confused about what Sophie did. “What? I thought she loved that song.” Tom spoke up, a bit dejected and upset. He didn’t understand her reaction at all but he snapped out of his thoughts once he felt you place your hand on his shoulder, after you stopped the video.

“I think she does. Don’t be upset babe. I think she wasn’t expecting that!” You cheered him up, smiling back to him. You didn’t want to laugh in front of him in case that gave him the wrong impression, but you found it adorable that Sophie stopped him that way. You never saw her act that way before, but you could tell she really cared about Frozen.

“Maybe? I’m just confused why she did that.” Tom responded, shrugging back to you. After another moment, you sent him another sweet smile, still finding his song incredible.

“You’re a great singer and guitarist, honey. Maybe she was jealous or something.” You reassured him once more.

Tom still thought that something went wrong with his voice, until you tried to lighten up the mood. ''Did you see how she held the guitar strings to try to stop you from going again?'' You chuckled, and Tom put the guitar aside so that he could put his hands on his face. For a second you were worried that you said something wrong that would make him more upset, but he took his hands off his face. And then you saw that he was trying to hold back his laugh, and that was a sound that you loved to hear. ''I'm just glad she didn't throw something at me''

''C'mon,'' You tried to restrain yourself from laughing, but you ended up joining your husband. ''It wasn't that bad!'' You said while losing your breath from laughing too hard.

''I mean, I'm sure I won't be able to dress up Frozen themed for her birthday next month now.'' He said, understanding that would only make you laugh more. ''Man, I had the dress and everything, even bought the blonde wig on Amazon.'' He pretended to be upset about it, and almost immediately looked at you to see if you were amused.

A few quiet minutes went by before you two heard Sophie’s voice carry through the house. You knitted your eyebrows together, instantly recognizing the tune she was singing and Tom tilted his head to the side as well. “Is that what I think it is?” He mumbled to you as you started to smile more, nodding your head back to his question.

“Let’s go check up on her.” You whispered back, not wanting Sophie to hear you while she sang. You got up from the couch, along with Tom and slowly walked up the stairs, hearing her voice get louder.

“Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman. Go away, Anna! Okay, bye.” Sophie continued, not noticing you and her dad in the doorway. She was playing with her Olaf plushie, making him dance along to her song.

You glanced back to Tom, chuckling silently as he smiled back over to Sophie, proud she was singing. He understood why she acted that way now; that song was special to her and only her. Maybe she didn’t want to hear her dad sing it and possibly embarrass her.

Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder, clearing his throat once Sophie stopped singing.

As the newest singer in the family stopped her performance, you two sat on Sophie's bed waiting for her to continue while smiling, encouraging her to keep going. When she went back to her little concert, you smiled at Tom while leaning into whisper, ''Watch and learn how your daughter is not shy at all about singing in front of people.''

He scoffed knowing you were just teasing him. ''Please, we don't count. She has seen you cry, and sing, over Louis Tomlinson's solo on History.''

''Hey! That's low, you know how that song makes me cry, it's their last song, it's their goodb-'' Tom stopped you before you told him again how much that song meant to you and the fans. ''Ok ok I'm sorry babe, I think it's a great solo, I'd cry if I was a fan too.'' He said while putting your head on his shoulder. ''Don't talk shit about my boyband, that's my Frozen.''

Tom laughed at your reference, and turned around seeing his daughter suddenly quiet. She climbs on Tom's lap, while you two hug and congratulate her on her amazing performance. Too caught up on the family hug, you didn’t notice your daughter leaning to whisper in her dad's ear.

''Daddy?''

''Yea my love?'' He hummed back.

''What's shit?'' Tom's eyes widened as he looked at you begging for you to help him. You raised your eyebrows at him and shrugged before leaning over to Sophie.

“Don’t know, I heard him say it first.”

[eve6262]

pentakill: after the performance

They’re walking back to their home- some place out in the wasteland where no one will dare bother them, protected by the gods and the respect of their loyal fans- reflecting. Despite the threat that Viego was, he stood no chance, they all agree, but Mordekaiser nonetheless apologizes and laments that he tried destroying that obelisk that seemed to empower the man even more. It’s actually Karthus, not Kayle, who gives his confidence a boost after a short pep talk. Yorick, however, is mostly absent from the conversation.

As her nature, Sona is too. But even aside, he knows exactly what she went through. The only reason they lived, when Mordekaiser left that hell pit and they were discarded into the ashes, was due to her song. He played, oh how he played, but he knew very well he wasn’t the carrying factor there. Not when Sona held a rigid back, arms bent perfectly, playing like you’d think a classical pianist to play. Not bent over, not moving with the music, but playing as she was once trained, long ago.

Not to mention Viego’s battle. While she’s a perfect vessel to channel the energy of the gods, it’s certainly tiring; and even without that, she was able to hold her own, he thinks, if she wasn’t so tired getting them to the fight in the first place.

So he’s not surprised when, just as they’re getting to the foyer of the mansion, her eyes drift closed and her body starts to fall.

Without thinking he catches her, hoists her up into his arms bridal style. The mysterious keyboard that always drifts near her comes with, staying near his side as if aware it’d get in the way if it stood in front as per usual. None of the others notice until he moves to leave.

“Hey- wait, is she okay?” Kayle’s wings flare up, and she immediately darts over to him, inspecting the poor girl. Even with her makeup, still immaculate, she looks oh so young; her expression is peaceful, if sorrowful, and her arms are curled up next to her face. It’s enough to make him want to protect her forevermore, as one might a younger sister.

“She did a lot. Probably just the exhaustion.”

“You sure?”

Mordekaiser rumbles something, indistinct among the armor, before speaking properly. “She wasn’t hit by Viego’s spell.”

“And?”

“What else could it be?”

“Maybe. We shouldn’t be so hasty, though.”

“Exactly. Give her some rest- wait until she wakes up, at least.”

“...Alright.”

So Yorick dutifully carries her through the winding hallways and lounges and tries desperately to not think about how much she feels like a corpse he needs to bury, now. Her body limp, light, barely more than a feather in his arms; the only thing that makes him sure she’s still alive is her keyboard, following him like a dog watching its owner be taken into a hospital.

He’s never been in her room, he thinks, opening the door with the key in her pocket. He’s been into Kayle’s- everyone’s been into Kayle’s due to that one incident- Karthus has invited him in to talk compositions, Olaf to ask him for help with his hair on a particularly busy day, but Sona has always been a bit of a recluse. Maybe it’s the lack of a voice, maybe it’s just her nature. They get along fine when they find each other, probably the closest in the group, but they still feel a thousand miles apart.

When he sees it, his first thought is soft. Everything’s plush pillows and no edges, a stark contrast to her usual aesthetic. The other members use Pentakill colors, for obvious reasons, but Sona’s room is decorated in a soft violet that transitions into blue in some places. He even sees a light blue trim on the bed.

She has no discarded papers or lyrics pinned onto a corkboard, but there’s a myriad of instruments in here. A violin, cello, flute discarded haphazardly on the desk, a guitar that has more dust on it than the old trinkets Yorick keeps on a shelf but never touches. They all look largely unused, save for a little wear here and there, and the violin’s bow is missing, but for the most part in good condition. Her bed is decorated in plushies that surround the spot he tucks her into, carefully removing any of the accessories that seem a bit dangerous for sleep.

He also goes into the bathroom- which is pristine- for a piece of paper to wipe her face off, because cleaning makeup out of pilowcases is a chore.

When he left, the keyboard must have moved to its stand, because it now innocently sits there as if it wasn’t using its own strange power to follow him all the way here.

He’s throwing away the makeup-stained paper when the door clicks open, gently. It’s Mordekaiser, surprisingly, though Kayle trails not far behind.

“Did you need something?”

“I just wanted to ask what happened to you guys. You weren’t on Morde’s shoulder, right?”

“We both got left in the pit, yeah.”

“How’d you get out?”

Yorick motions to the sleeping figure, who hasn’t shifted even slightly. “She played like her life depended on it. I was, too, but she did all the heavy lifting.”

“And then she took on Viego, huh.”

“Exactly. ‘S why I said it was exhaustion.”

Mordekaiser probably wants to say something, his hand in motion, but Sona makes a noise and all three heads turn. She shifts, head shaking, and immediately the three of them crowd nearby. Her eyes flutter open- and oh, does he hate that look on her. Pained, tired, almost depressed, and he feels like he takes so much of the blame for not simply pulling his weight earlier.

He could have played harder, maybe. It didn’t feel like it at the time, but, if she was taking on that much- he could have played harder.

“Sona! Here, c’mon, you’ll be alright...”

As Kayle dotes on the girl, he looks to the keyboard, which is shifting in its place. Looks at the violin, and the flute.

Maybe he can do something.

--

pentakill concert was HYPE

~Eve6262

[illneverrecover]

Take Me to Church (M) | JJK

➛pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

➛genre: gang!AU, tattooed!Jungkook, smut, fluff.

➛word count: 5,114

➛rating: M 

➛warnings: sub/switch Jungkook, power play, praise, body worship, face sitting, oral sex (both giving and receiving), dirty talk, profanity, mentions of weeb JK, unprotected sex, riding, slight cock warming mentions, JK is a soft sweet boy.

➛summary: You can always tell when something is bothering your boyfriend, despite how hard he tries to hide it - and you have creative ways to get him to talk. 

➛notes: MY FIRST EVER COMMISSION! As soon as I mentioned opening commissions, my cherub friends jumped at the chance and sent in several requests, @quinnkoo​ being the first. She asked for sweet soft switchy tattooed Jungkook smut with some power play, and I immediately thought back to the Gang!AU drabble I wrote her last year, and decided to play off of that. It’s not necessary to read that one first, but it’ll give some more back story if you’re curious. Thank you so much, Quinny. I hope you enjoy 🖤

➛song: Church - Fall Out Boy & My Time - BTS  

“Ugh! I’m sick of all this rambling. When’s Kakashi going to come back?” you sigh, head plopping onto your boyfriend's shoulder. You waited a few breaths for his teasing reply - he couldn’t help but to drag you after you revealed your favorite character and your totally normal crush on him - but when it didn’t come, your brow furrowed. 

He had insisted on the marathon of his favorite anime, eyes lighting with childlike glee as he explained the premise, but he had been noticeably quiet the last few episodes.

Something was up.

A wayward glance at Jungkook told you that your suspicions were right; his wide rich amber eyes were facing the screen, but the light behind them was absent. He was chewing his bottom lip, large front teeth poking out every few seconds, the hand not wrapped around you rubbing at one of the tattoos on his forearm. All the telltale signs that something was Bothering Jeon Jungkook™.

It didn’t take long for you to know what was on his mind. Reading him had been something you excelled at since day one, his body an open book that you have delved so deep inside you knew him better than you knew yourself. 

On the outside, Jungkook was the embodiment of the word ‘tough’, which would be fitting of a member of his stature. He was part of the well renowned gang Bangtan, something you had known since the first meeting, and he looked the part - typically dressed in all black, clothes baggy and yet somehow still flattering his lean muscles, ink decorating his arms and neck. A single hoop hung from his nose, messy dark hair hanging low in his eyes - and with one look, it had been over for you. 

But that was only one facet to Jungkook.

On the inside, he was marshmallow, soft and gooey and tooth rotting sweet. The type of man who believes in soulmates, who coos at kittens in store windows, who teared up while watching Frozen II (with an adamant cry of, “babe, Olaf is GONE” when you asked if he was alright). He is so thoughtful, always worrying about everyone else - his brothers, his family, you - before himself. A pure heart of gold wrapped in a deliciously decorated package.

Which is why you knew he was still thinking about what happened the day prior.

It had been such a silly thing, something that you had mentioned once but that he couldn’t get out of his mind, and he had wanted to surprise you. He could barely contain his own excitement when he picked you up, admiring your sundress while his legs bounced with untapped energy, insisting you closed your eyes until you had reached your destination.

The Tea Parlor had been perfect, everything you had imagined when you had casually dropped the idea of high tea to your boyfriend. The room was giant and open, windows taking up all of the walls, light spilling in to make the finery of the tea cups and serving trays glisten. You had squealed with excitement, rushing up to the hostess with a spring in your step, Jungkook giggling as he stepped up behind you.

She was friendly at first, polite smiles and kind eyes, until she heard the name the reservation was under. The minute Jungkook’s name spilled from his lips, the hostess went cold, stiff. Her disgust was blatant as she openly glared at him, gaze dragging up and down his form before doing the same to you. Before you could ask what was wrong, she snatched up the menus, giving a curt “Right this way, Mr. Jeon” before turning on her heel, leading you both to the back of the parlor. 

A warm palm at the small of your back had you turning to look at Jungkook, seeking comfort in his gaze, but instead he was focused on the woman in front of you, eyes arctic and emotionless. He guided you to follow the hostess weaving between tables, and it was only once you were both seated that she addressed him again, voice pitched low. “You may have other people’s respect around here, but not mine. I know who you are and what you do. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Placing a menu down, she turned to face you, vitriol lacing her voice. “You should be, too. Out with a man like this, flaunting yourselves? It’s offensive.” 

You weren’t sure how long you had sat in shocked silence when she made her exit, the menus laying unopened on the table. She had put you in the very back of the room, in a darkened corner, something you would normally disapprove of - but once seeing the look on Jungkook’s face, you were glad not to have an audience. 

“What in the fuck was her problem?” you scoff, reaching a hand to lay on top of his own. “Jungkook, don’t listen to that shit. She has no idea what she’s talking about.” 

He was still silent, his free arm clenching and unclenching slowly on top of the delicate lace tablecloth. He hadn’t looked up at you since the hostess had left, but you could see the unchecked rage sparking his eyes, the calculated way he was chewing his lip. His mind was racing, and you weren’t sure where it would land - but you wanted him to know you were here. 

“We don’t have to stay, babe. We can go somewhere else for high tea,” you murmured, smoothing a thumb over the inked words on his knuckles. “Or, we can go shopping, have our own high tea with unlimited tiny sandwiches and desserts,  where no judgmental bitches are allowed.” 

He snorted then, the corner of his lip turning. “So what, then you won’t come to your own high tea?”

You had flicked his hand then with a laugh, moving to interlace his fingers with your own, and after a few whispered declarations of love, he had lifted you from your seat, stopping to twirl you once before guiding you to the front of the parlor to exit. 

He only turned back once he was sure you were safe outside the door, mumbling a “gimme a minute” before he was darting inside, tall form stalking towards the hostess yet again. You weren’t sure what he had said to the woman, but you could see her face - the fear that pooled in her eyes - and you knew it was enough. 

It had been two days since the incident, and Jungkook had been off since. Instead of any usual errands, he had holed you both up in the apartment, nesting and appeasing you with copious cheese snacks and shirtless cuddles on the couch. You had tried to gently ask if he wanted to talk more about it, prompt him in quiet moments and in the protection of your arms, but he always skirted around it, insisting everything was fine, instead pulling you in for a kiss and a reminder that he loves you. 

It made your heart ache, to see the man that you love so much, the twin flame to your soul feel like he couldn’t open up, couldn’t untangle the threads in his mind. He was always worrying about you, taking extra precautions in his work and personal life to ensure your safety, and you found yourself wishing desperately that he would let you take care of him for once.

He had never been good at keeping his emotions hidden. 

You turn your eyes to the screen once more, catching the end of the episode, the screen cutting to black just as Naruto yells “I’ll never let my comrades die!”, which was a pretty good sign that you had been spacing out in thought for longer than you meant to. As the ending credits played, you nudged Jungkook with your shoulder, turning to face him.

“Babe?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay?”

“Well, it’s just - I gave you the perfect opener to roast me about my love for Kakashi and you didn’t take the bait,” swinging your legs into his lap, you move your arms to drape loosely around his neck. “Didn’t even blink. Doesn’t sound like the Jungkook I know.” 

He hums then, palming your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Why?”

Internally, you sighed. You knew this wasn’t the case, but it also seemed that every attempt to discuss things had been thwarted by the beautiful man one way or another. You needed him to feel ready to open up, to feel vulnerable - and as you stared at the strong, toned arm now touching you, an idea clicked into place.

He grunts an affirmation, turning to face you, inked hands smoothing a path up your legs. There’s a smirk on his face, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re right, I was distracted. I was thinking-”

Pressing a finger to his lips, you shush him. “First of all, I’m always right. Haven’t you learned that by now?” 

Jutting his chin, he nips at the digit, trapping it between the edges of his teeth. “Sounds fake.”

“Second of all..” you continue, voice husky with a new bead of lust pooling low in your gut. You drag your finger over the plush flesh of his lip before sliding lower, tapping his chin once before you grip his jaw tightly. The responding hiss he gives makes you smirk deviously. “No more thinking. I think it’s time for more distractions.” 

Jungkook whines lowly as you move to straddle his lap, your palm still clutching his mouth to pull him closer to you. Your free hand smooths the hair out of his face, nails raking lightly against his scalp.

“Is that okay?” your lips ghost against his own, close enough that he could capture them into a kiss if he wanted, but instead he nods his head, eyes heavy with longing.

Threading your fingers around his midnight locks, you give one sharp tug, exposing his intricately tattooed throat as he keens once more. Releasing his jaw, you drop your head, mouth puckered and planting a kiss on his pulse point. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Jungkook’s chest is heaving,  pulse galloping wildly beneath your palm. He hitches a breath, swallowing thickly. “Fuck, baby. Yes, yes that’s okay,” he rasps, words needy and rushed.

Large palms cup your ass, pulling you closer until you are flush against him, and you moan against his neck as he kneads the flesh, his hips raising off the couch. His tongue finds the juncture between your neck and shoulder, and your eyes roll back as he nibbles and licks at the tender skin. 

Giving in for a moment, you enjoy the feeling of Jungkook’s mouth on your heated body, the warmth of his lips and tongue igniting a fever in your bones, his hands still pulling at the globes of your ass until you were dragging your core over his clothed cock.

It was a deep growl from his chest that brought you back, lifting your head away from his dangerous mouth. This was supposed to be about him relaxing, but if you continued down this path, you knew you’d be lost under his spell.

With great effort, you step off of his lap, knees wobbly as you untangle yourself from Jungkook’s form, though the sight before you makes you want to collapse. Jungkook looks beyond fucked out, eyes dark and shining with desire, his lips ruddy and shining with overuse. He’s panting, his black t-shirt seemingly straining against heaving muscles, the imprint of his cock evident and thick even through his sweatpants.

God, you wanted to ruin him. 

“Lay down for me,” you husk, throat painfully dry. You watch as he does what he’s told, laying until his whole body is now on the couch, his umber gaze never leaving yours. 

“Good boy.” 

He rolls his eyes then, but his cheeks flush, the praise affecting him despite his embarrassment. “Don’t make fun of me, babe. I’m a very powerful man.” 

Chuckling, you move to slide off your sweatpants, stepping out of them and your panties once they hit the floor. A quick flick of your wrist has your top discarded across the room - and leaves you bare before Jungkook. 

“I know you are. But I also know you like it when I take care of you, hmm?” you move closer, hovering just by the edge of where he’s laying, planning your next step.

Jungkook can’t take his gaze off of you, doe eyes obsidian and devouring you whole, darting between your face and splendidly naked form. His hand grips his bulge , palming himself as he hisses in response. 

Climbing over his lap once more, you pause before settling, instead gripping the edges of his shirt to pull over his head, tossing it errantly. Drinking him in, you trace the lengths of his abdomen, grazing over his nipples before following the inked lines down his arms, hands intertwining. Dropping your hips, you roll them once against his hardened cock, moaning at the friction before you move his arms to rest above his head. 

“Leave these here,” you order, but there’s no bite, only softness as you trace back the lines of his palms, the underside of his biceps. He was peering down, wanting to watch your every move, regarding you with admiration as you leaned forward, pressing a wet kiss to his collarbone. 

You take your time, dragging your lips back and forth along the planes of his toned chest, nipping and suckling reddened blemishes on his skin, relishing in the sounds he was making for you - just for you. A quick glance told you that he’s behaving, arms still perched above his head and draped onto the side of the couch, though twitching when you would reach a sensitive spot with your mouth. His eyes are closed, bottom lip tucked beneath his teeth, and when you lap at the hollow of his throat, his brow furrows in strain, as if it took every effort to not reach down and pull you closer to him.

Seeing him blissed out beneath you, relinquishing his control despite his body screaming at him not to has heat flooding your veins, your cunt clenching in desire. If there was one thing that turned you on more than Jungkook existing, it was pleasing him until he forgot his own name. 

With a groan, you lift your lips to press against his own, gasping when his tongue immediately slides into your mouth, tangling with yours. Jungkook always kisses with such passion, hunger edging in every suckle and nibble of your pout, lips moving in tandem. For a moment, you allow yourself to drown in it, relishing the taste of him, kissing him until you’re forced to pull away for air. 

Pressing your forehead to his, you pause, allowing you both time to breathe, your hand rising to cup the silk line of his jaw. His eyes look pained, brows pulled taunt as he looks up at you, and you can feel the sinew muscle beneath your palm twitch. 

Nuzzling against his nose once, twice, you press a chaste kiss against his lips once more. “Jungkook,” you breathe, searching his gaze. “It’s okay. I’m with you, I got you,” 

He swallows thickly, nodding. “I know, babe, I know you do.” He leans forward, chasing your mouth, tugging your bottom lip lightly between his teeth before dropping. “I just, I hate that she said that to you, that you get treated differently because of me, because of who I am-” 

Hushing him with a kiss  is much more effective than with your words, and you continue to lick into his mouth until he's groaning beneath you once more, your name a whispered mantra on his lips. 

“I don’t care what she thinks, what anyone thinks. I know you, Jungkook, and I love you.” 

“I love you too, baby. So much.” 

It was only once the yearning and eagerness came back to light his eyes that you continue, sitting up on all fours so you could crawl upwards. Hips dangling precariously above his face, you could see a quirk of his eyebrow before he looked up at you once more, gaze dripping in wonder. 

“You gonna sit on my face, hmm? Let me taste you?” he rasps, hands moving from their invisible restraints to slide up the outside of your thighs. You let him explore for a brief moment, savoring the sensation of calluses dragging against your soft skin, before you grab his wrists, pinning them back above him.

“Only if you’re a good boy for me.”

 A giggle escapes you at his expression, but before he could protest you lower yourself to his mouth, letting out a sigh when puckered lips immediately latch onto your throbbing clit. He drags his tongue against it before tugging it between plush lips, suckling harshly, your eyes rolling back as you grip the couch to steady yourself. 

“Fuck, Jungkook,” 

Grinning against your core, he alternates his attack, lapping your wetness, licking the length of your vulva before focusing again at the hardened bud at your apex. Just when your thighs start to tense, your high within reach, he moves back to tonguing your slickened core slowly, moaning as he tastes you like a man starved.

Reaching down, you grab a fistful of his hair, pulling him closer to your aching center, briefly regretting your decision to not let him touch you - but too stubborn to lift the request. “You’re so good, baby.” you mewl, hips rutting against him. “So good to me, I’m so close, please don’t stop.” 

Jungkook’s tongue lashes against your cunt with a renewed fervor, your praise spurring him on with the only goal being to satisfy you. As the band in your stomach tightens, your thighs start trembling, making him groan against you before focusing  on your clit, the vibrations of his mouth proving to be too much alongside the onslaught of his suckled kisses. 

With a cry of his name you tumble over the edge, releasing the pent up orgasm with a flood of liquid arousal, Jungkook lapping up every drop as you give it to him. He’s whispering praise all the while, telling you how good you did for him, how delicious you taste - taking care of you even as he guides you through the crest. Feeling weak as you come down, you shudder a breath, hand reaching to stabilize you on the couch edge long enough to move away from that dangerous mouth of his. 

“God, that was so hot, Y/N, you’re so good to me,” his voice is rough, gravelly with misuse. Unable to stop himself, his arms come to cradle your shivering form to his chest, laying you completely on top of him. 

You give in, allowing  yourself time to catch your breath and regain stability in your wobbling bones. His hand smooths against your hair, cooing softly at you. When you feel firmly returned to earth, Jungkook shifts, moving as if he wanted to pin you beneath him.

 “Are you going to be good for me now?” he smirks, eyebrow raised in cocky defiance, the kind only earned from having the skills to back it up.

Returning the smile, you shake your head, pushing his chest back down to the couch. “Absolutely not, who said I was done with you?”

A retort dies on his lips at the sight of you slinking down his legs, hands pulling his sweatpants on your descent, his cock red and dripping in precum as it slaps taunt against his abdomen. Sucking a digit into your mouth, you pull it out with a lewd pop to trace lightly up and down his length, stopping to swirl it around the leaking head. 

The thick cords of muscle in his tattooed clad thighs tense at the light touch, and his hips rise to chase the contact. “Baby, you’re going to kill me, please,” he whines, and it’s sweet  music to your ears.

“Hmm, want me to touch you? To taste you?” you murmur, dropping your head to kiss lightly up his shaft - just enough pressure to let him know you were there, but not enough for any sort of relief.

“God, I want you so fucking bad,” he mumbles frantically,  words tying around his tongue thickened with lust. “Please, baby. I’d do anything. You want me to beg? I’ll get on my knees,” 

He cuts off with a moan when you slip the tip into the molten heat of your mouth, worshiping the sensitive flesh with your tongue, sucking gently. He’s bucking now, desperate to feel more, but you pull back enough to not allow his cock to sink further into your mouth, content to lap at the reddened head until he was dripping. 

Savoring the hardened lines of his body and the lecherous way he was looking at you for a moment longer, you finally acquiesce, dragging your mouth down his shaft until you could nuzzle the hairs at his pelvis. The growl that rumbled through his chest was your reward, his hands now sliding through your hair to tug at your scalp. 

“Fuck, so good,” he babbles, gulping for air. “Feels so good, you’re so good to me.”

Pacing yourself, you glide up and down, tongue swirling around velvet steel as you take him fully, one hand cupping around his base. While his length was impressive, it was the girth that took you time to adjust to, and once you were used to the heaviness on your tongue you increase your speed, taking him as far back into your throat as possible before swallowing around him.

Jungkook cries out, your name tumbling from his lips as his hands tighten in your hair. He thrusts shallowly up into your mouth once, twice, before he hisses, pulling you off of him with a grunt. 

“I-I can’t, you can’t keep doing that,” he stutters, licking the salt off his lips. “If you do, I’m going to come.”

Grinning, you slide your fist that had been holding him steady up his shaft, squeezing lightly. “What if that’s what I want? What if I want you to make a mess for me?”

The cock in your hand pulses at your words, and pride swells in your chest, a wicked light brimming in your eyes. “Jungkook?” your free hand moves to cradle the weight of his balls, massaging gently. “Would you let me?”

He whines, head slamming back into the pillows as he gives in to your tease. “Did I mention that you’re going to be the death of me? Because if not, I would like to make sure that statement is on record.”

“Well, that’s not an answer.”

Bucking his hips, his hands slide from your hair to rest on top of your own. “Yes,Y/N. I’d let you do whatever you want to me. I’d let you wreck me thoroughly and I’d thank you for it when it was over,” he pants, before pulling your grip off his throbbing arousal. 

Pouting, you watch with narrowed eyes as he sits up, his inked palm coming to caress your cheek. “But right now,” he timbers, voice low, “I want nothing more than to feel you, bury myself inside you. To have your tight pussy squeezing around me as I come. ” 

Tracing the lines of your lips, he leans to ghost his mouth against yours, breath intertwining. “Will you let me?” he whispers, imitating your words, nosing down to your pulse point, your throat. A surge of desire had your thighs pressing together, your nipples pebbling as he scorches your neck with the fire of his tongue. 

Shoving him down, you straddle him once more, wasting no time to reach behind you to firmly grasp his cock and sheath it into your awaiting heat. You both moan at the plunge, his thickness stretching you deliciously until the pressure ebbed into pleasure.

Once you are fully seated, you lean over him, watching his face intently as you roll your hips gracefully, slowly. Jungkook angles up far enough to pull a nipple into his mouth, encircling it with tongue until you were groaning for him. Inked arms snaked down to grasp at the meat of your ass, dragging you back and forth, your engorged bundle of nerves grinding deliciously against his pelvis. You couldn’t help but to keen loudly, gasps for air becoming more desperate as your unhurried pace tortures you both into delirium. 

It’s then he speaks, tone husky as he admires you. “You are so perfect, so beautiful, baby,” he presses swollen lips into your neck, your collarbone, your breast. “Perfect for me.” 

His hands slide up to grasp your hips, fingers pressing so deep you were sure they’d leave small bruises in his wake. Moving to plant his feet firmly against the couch, he starts to thrust up into you, his assault relentless as his tight grip pins you in place. Crying out, you throw your head back, eyes closing against the euphoria of him stroking every sensitive spot inside of you on each plunge. 

“So good, taking me so good,” he croaks, voice thick with lust. “God, look at you. Falling apart for me.”

You clench then, tightening around his cock and making him choke on a moan. “I can make you fall apart for me t-too,” you breathe, placing your hands on his broad chest to help you meet each snap of his pelvis.

“I know you can, baby. You can make me do anything,” his eyes meet yours then, intense and overflowing with admiration. “I worship you, f-fuck. Love you, I love you so much.” 

You try to hold eye contact, but his pace is relentless, his cock filling you to the brim, ravaging you with stamina only he could possess. “I love you too, Jungkook,” moaning, you start to meet each thrust, chasing your high. 

He can tell you’re close, tell by the way your eyes are squeezed tight, your cheeks blooming pink, mouth agape in a silent scream. He sits up, settling you onto his lap so he could be face to face with you. “Open your eyes, I want to see you,” he hisses, hands still guiding you to bounce on his length. “I wanna watch you come for me, wanna come with you.”

Prying open your heavy lids, you meet the matchbook fire in his gaze, feeling yourself tighten around him at the carnal lust he assaults you with. You were close, so close, and when he whines out another melody of your name, you feel the thinned  band finally snap, throwing you into your second orgasm.

Jungkook fucks you through it, composure lost when you clench around him like a vice, and he reaches his peak as you’re coming down, groaning as he spills himself inside of you. It takes his hips a moment to catch up, stuttering a few final snaps before resting, and then he’s tugging you down to him, pressing your form tightly to his own.

Heavy panting filled the room, and you let the rhythmic beating of his heart bring you back to earth, lull you until your eyes were heavy with fatigue. Jungkook was still inside you, and you could feel him softening though he made no indication of moving. An inked hand rose to sink into your hair, scratching your scalp soothingly. 

“You’re the best at distractions,”

“I know.”

Licking his dry lips, he whistles lowly. “Spend the night with me?”

You chuckle, sliding your palm to rest on his chest. “I live here, you dummy.” Humming, you trace the patterns of the designs etched into his skin serenely . “We should still talk about it, though. What’s bothering you.” 

He stiffens beneath you, letting loose a shaky breath. Silence envelopes you both, so you continue. “You know I have no regrets about the choices I made, about choosing you. I can protect myself. And I’ll always defend you, Jungkook.”

“I know,” he starts, tone shifting. “I always knew my lifestyle would bring some challenges, and I was ready to face them. But when it affects the people I love - when it affects you - I just,” he pauses, chewing on his lip as he searches for the words. “I just hate it.  I know you don’t need me to, but it makes me want to shield you from the world. Lock you away with me, safe from everything. Just the two of us.”

Your heart squeezes tightly at his words, at the sincerity in his voice. You don’t like that he’s worried over you, but you also understand that this is just him, his heart. He will always want to shelter those he loves from pain, and it’s one of the million reasons you trusted him with your life - loved him so deeply.

“We’ve done a pretty good job at that the last few days, I think,” you smirk, resting your chin on his chest to meet his eyes. “We can get through anything as long as we’re together, you know?”

Jungkook grins then, one of his wide ones that crinkles his nose and shows off his teeth, and the rush of love that hits your veins makes you dizzy. 

“I know, baby.” 

You continue to talk for a few more moments, content to be wrapped up in his embrace, despite the fact that you were both nude and in great need of a shower. When you finally move to stand, stretching your limbs over your head, another thought crosses your mind.

“Wait, I need to know - what did you tell the hostess that day? At the tea parlor?” 

Jungkook rises to full height next to you, hair sweaty and flopping into his eyes. He tilts his head, expression sliding into one more serious. “I told her that I was glad she knew who I was, because then she knew what would happen if she ever so much as looked at you the wrong way again…” he trailed off, stepping closer to give you a glimpse of his cold glare, a small taste of the power he possessed.  

“And that is I would leave her a terrible review on Yelp. I’m talking abysmal, zero stars, and a detailed essay on just how unprofessional she was. Tell all my friends to do the same. She’d be lucky to have a job by the end of the week when I was through.”

You stare at him wide eyed for a beat before laughter overtakes you, arms rising to slide around his neck, pulling him closer. He was trying - and failing - to keep the serious look on his face, eyes glittered with mischief, chuckles rumbling low in his chest. Pecking the side of his upturned pout, you sigh dreamily. 

“My hero.”

[rallis-fatalis]

How To Train Your Vorkath

In an effort to reconnect and spend time with friends and family after the traumatic experience in the elven lands, Rallis runs off to visit one of her newer friends and family members. The visit quickly turns in an unexpected direction and soon the dragon is once again saving lives. Even when on a hiatus from adventuring, it seems quests reside around every corner.

Wyverns cooed and shrieked outside. Warm dapples of sunlight streamed through the peek in the curtains over the window. Soft sleeping sounds rose from under the plush covers of a large bed. Poking out from under the covers was a very quietly snoring blue dragon snout. A small green serpent with red wings was curled against the blanketed dragon, also calmly asleep. The scene was idyllic and peaceful, and like most peaceful things, it was disturbed by a cat. A sleek black cat jumped onto the bed, waking up the serpent, and kneaded the sleeping dragon until it woke with a huff and a yawn. It poked its head out of the blanket cocoon with groggy eyes and rubbed its face against the cat. The cat purred back.

“Good morning, Rallis,” the cat meowed. “Your mate left a note for you some time ago. It’s best you wake up now to read it.”

Rallis groaned. She was still sleepy and wanted to go back to sleep. But without her partner next to her the bed felt cold and empty.

“Okay. Thanks Sissel.”

The cat purred once more and leapt away. The green serpent slithered over to Rallis’ face and rubbed against her. Rallis purred. “Good morning Skorchy-boo.” The serpent squeaked and smiled. After a few minutes longer, Rallis finally emerged from her comfort cocoon. She sighed longingly at the empty space in the bed next to her.

It had been a few weeks since Rallis left the elven city of Prifddinas, since she made her resolution to stay away from adventuring until she recovered and appreciated what she had in life. In those weeks, she returned to Relleka to see Olaf, and the two enjoyed living together in Rallis’ home and spending time with each other. It was so nice to wake up every day next to the person she loved, knowing she had no pressing matters or important jobs to do that would take her away, and to spend the entire day with her family. She might have loved adventuring and helping people, but this she loved just as much and she never got enough of it.

“I guess we should get up and check that note, huh Skorch.”

The little serpent chirped in response. Rallis threw a blanket over her shoulders like a cloak, gathered Skorch in her hands, and made her way downstairs. Rallis passed through the garden, where Nago the herbiboar was digging up weeds and munching on them, and made her way to the kitchen. Eve the purple cat was there, drinking milk Sen left out. She purred a hello. Skorch fluttered toward the kitchen cabinets to find a snack. Rallis got to work making a cup of tea and grabbed some biscuits and fruit to eat for breakfast. Once she sat down at the kitchen table, she noticed the note Sissel spoke of earlier. She opened it up and read.

‘Rallis,

Chieftain Brundt called an important meeting so I had to step out. I’m not sure how long I will be gone, but I must stay in Relleka until these matters are resolved. I’ll be home as soon as I can.

Love, Olaf’

Rallis frowned into her mug. She knew he would have work to do that would take him from home but it didn’t make her any less grumpy. This was her recovery time and dammit she wanted to spend it with her mate.

‘Well if he can’t stay here, I’ll just go to him!’ she thought as she bit into her slice of watermelon.

After breakfast, Rallis ran up to her roommate’s room and knocked on the door. “Seeeeen, I’m going out for a bit! Might be gone for a few days. Look after the kids while I’m gone?”

She heard a noncommittal grunt followed by a ‘yeah, yeah.’

“Thank you!”

After a hug goodbye to all her children, Rallis was off to Relleka.

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Rallis cheerfully skipped into the drab fishing town of Relleka. The fog of the morning had burned away and the smell of fish was pungent. Sigli was not at the gate to give Rallis her usual greeting, nor was Askeladden nearby getting into mischief. The town was rather quiet today, with only a few people milling about.

‘If Olaf is in a meeting, he should be in here,’ Rallis thought as she leaned on the heavy doors of the Relleka longhall. As they creaked open, voices greeted her. She peeked inside and saw the 12 council members and chieftain Brundt sitting at a large table, discussing things and writing notes. They stopped talking when they heard the door open. At the sight of the dragon, some grimaced and glared, while a few smiled and nodded. One man with a long white cape, the man of the hour, Olaf, quietly excused himself and strode over to Rallis. She jumped into his arms and nuzzled his cheek, and he kissed her forehead in return.

“Hello, dear. I see you found my note.”

“Mhm! Are you almost done?”

“Sadly no.” He placed her down. “These issues are going to take a few days to plan and resolve. Much is happening as of late. Monsters stirring, crop poisoning, mysterious tracks around the town… Oh but don’t you worry about any of this! No adventuring for you yet!”

“It would be easier to not worry if you were home,” Rallis played. “What will I do without my beloved bard at my side to keep me from doing something reckless?”

“Well put like that I—“

“HURRY IT UP, MONSTER FUCKER!”

An angry man with a permanent scowl and a cloak that reeked of fish shouted from the table. The two knew him well; Sortur, the surliest council member. He hated the both of them, but Rallis moreso.

“I’m sorry Rallis but I need to get back to work. I’ll try to be back tonight but this may take a while.”

“No, I understand. This is important. Good luck.” She gave Olaf one last nuzzle and left him to his work.

Without her mate, Rallis was at a loss of what to do. Spending the day with him and her kids was what kept her going these days. She supposed she should just go back home and be with her children. It wasn’t like any other friends lived this far up north… Or was there?

Aside from Lunar Isle, which she did not want to visit right now, there was one friend she could get to from Relleka: Ceraelum, the Vorkath of Ungael! Rallis hadn’t had a chance to visit him in a long time, what with adventuring getting in the way. She considered him family too and if this whole recovery time was about spending time with family, that meant visiting her zombified friend too. She grinned wide, happy with her plan, and ran back home to update Sen and grab some supplies and clothes for the trip.

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The sail to Ungael was the fastest yet! Rallis was getting better at manning a boat by herself and remembering the route to the island. The air grew frosty and the windchill spiked as she grew closer to the island. Unlike the last time she was on the island though, when she had stood her three month vigil to protect her friend, she was prepared. Double shirt, kyatt-fur cloak, hefty gloves, and fluffy patches of cloth strapped everywhere, Rallis was bundled and ready to face the cold. The icy spires of the frozen island came into view and Rallis grinned in excitement.

As she pulled up to Ungael, she noticed many of the abandoned boats had now either sank or sailed away. Only a few vessels poked their noses out of the water on the frozen shore. Any signs of scuffle or leftover weapons and corpses had disappeared to time, making those three months nothing more than a memory, albeit a painful one. Rallis shook the thought from her head. There would be no freezing to death, no wondering if she would make it out alive, no fighting day after day to survive. Today was just visiting a friend! And visit she would do! She leapt off the boat and eagerly scaled the snowy slope of the island.

At the top of the hill, massive icicles formed a spiked wall like a prison. At the bottom of the hill laid a pit, and in the pit a blue dragon, the Vorkath of Ungael. He had no way of leaving this place, with his wings torn and unusable and the ice too sturdy and sheer to climb or destroy. He was doomed to rot here and it broke Rallis’ heart. Hopefully her visit would bring him some cheer.

Rallis slid down the icy hill and plopped next to the massive blue dragon. He hadn’t noticed his visitor. Being what he was, the dragon was not always in his own body. The vorkath was undead and used his old body like a suit of armor. His spirit occasionally left to rest and store power, only returning if threatened. Or if his new friend came to visit. Rallis rubbed her face against the dragon’s skinned bony snout. “Oh Ceraelum~! You have a visitor~!”

Immediately, the dragon groaned and his torn open chest glowed with the presence of his spirit. A single glowing blue eye cracked open and landed on Rallis. The old dragon growled happily with a smile and nuzzled Rallis back.

Rallis giggled at the affection. “How have you been, buddy? I’m sorry I haven’t been by to see you in so long.”

Ceraelum growled happily as he sat up and caught up with his friend. To the dragon, Rallis’ departure hadn’t felt so long ago. He had been sleeping the entire time.

“Well I’m glad you weren’t lonely then. I was worried after I left you here, but I’m glad you’re doing fine.”

The dragon grumbled a curious ‘why are you here’ to his visitor. Not that her company wasn’t wanted, it was just unusual was all.

“Awww what, I can’t just come visit my friend because I miss them? I don’t just come here because I want something you know. I just missed you!”

Rallis hugged Ceraelum’s neck and the dragon leaned down to curl around her with a purr. He supposed he missed her too. Rallis told him all about her adventures and what led her here this time, and the large dragon listened intently. It was nice hearing her voice again, one so much different, so much more cheerful and kind than his old master’s.

“— And that’s how Garold tracked swamp tar throughout the entire house and almost lost another toe!” Rallis exclaimed as she finished a story of her children’s shenanigans. Ceraelum made a growl akin to a laugh. Rallis’ little red dragon runts sounded fun to be around.

“I bet you’d like my kids, Ceraelum. And I bet they’d like you too, a whole lot! I wish you could meet.”

The large dragon hung his head. His whole life and unlife had been spent here on Ungael, and with his poor condition that’s how it always would be.

“You really can’t leave here, can you?” Rallis asked. Ceraelum sadly shook his head and flared out his wings. They were both horribly damaged, definitely in no shape to be used for flight. One wing was peppered with holes and frostbite while the other was mostly bone held together by rotting strips of flesh. Rallis winced at the state of them.

“I guess we’re both grounded,” she sighed. “Have I ever told you about when I tried to fly?”

Ceraelum shook his head.

“Oh boy I’ve tried loads of things! One time I took these things called gnome glider wings up to the top of a mountain and jumped off to see if they’d make me fly. But they’re made of paper and sticks so they ripped and I fell. I hurt for weeks! I’ve tried making a feather wing suit and using magic and all sorts of things! But they never work.” Rallis sighed once more and looked at the icy blue sky. “I want to feel what it’s like to fly with my own two wings. Just once. Without the help of Guthix or Shakorexis or another dragon.”

Ceraelum nuzzled Rallis in comfort. She smiled at the gesture. “Have you flown before?” she asked.

The dragon nodded. He had indeed. He closed his eyes as if trying to remember the feeling of freedom beneath his wings as the world was open to him. In the sky, no one could command you or control you or harm you. The sky truly was the dragon’s domain, not the cold cramped caves their kind had been herded into for the past few Ages. He missed skirting his claws over the ocean or flapping away clouds with his wings. He missed it dearly.

The old dragon lowered his head to the ground at the memories and Rallis gave his head an affectionate pat. “I’m sorry. That sounds so wonderful… so magically fantastic. I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

Ceraelum shrugged. It was what it was. There was no point dwelling on something he would never be able to do again. He considered himself lucky to still be alive at this point. Or undead rather.

The two went quiet. Rallis sat in thought, rocking back and forth in the snow. “I wonder…” she finally said quietly. “Could I look at your wings again, friend?”

The dragon cocked his head but obliged. Rallis rose and took a closer look at his wings. Every bone was miraculously still intact and it seemed Ceraelum could flex every remaining muscle just fine. The mobility was there, just not the material.

“I can’t fly because my wings are too small and I can’t do much with them,” Rallis told the dragon. “But yours are huge and you can still use them. Your wings might still be salvageable with some help unlike mine.”

Ceraelum’s head shot up in surprise. What was his little friend getting at?

Rallis examined his tattered wings closer. “If we get rid of the frostbite and rot, I might be able to use some blue dragon leather to stitch your wings back together. It won’t be easy, and it’ll take a lot of materials and work, and it might not even work in the end, but I’m willing to try. What do you say?”

Ceraelum shot up, more expression in his demeanor than Rallis had ever seen. If there was a chance he could be free, no matter how slim, he would take it.

“Don’t get too excited,” Rallis chuckled. “There’s no guarantee this will work. But I’ll try! First I need to see how much material I’ll need. I wonder if there’s anything still usable to measure with in Zorgoth’s old lab… I’ll be right back!”

Rallis zipped to the other side of the icy pit and started to climb the steep frozen slope to the old abandoned castle the vorkath’s former master called home. As Rallis hopped inside, the chill dissipated and the stale musty scent of the lab and its rotting chemicals and specimens affronted her nose. Rallis kept her gaze mostly to the floor. She remembered all too well the leftover horrors that resided in here. They weren’t things she ever wanted to see again.

On a far table, unfortunately sharing space with a preserved fungus-infected egg in a jar, was what looked like an old measuring tape and some crumbling paper. It all looked one wrong move from disintegrating into nothingness but it was all there was. She’d just have to be careful with them.

Quickly Rallis sped out of the old lab and slid down the icy pit to an eager and pacing Ceraelum. He grew even more excited at the materials in his friend’s arms.

“Alright, lay down and flare out your wings and I’ll get to work measuring. You gotta flare them out the whole way so the material can fit and stretch when I sew it on.”

The large dragon nodded and laid down. He stretched each wing and sat patiently as Rallis climbed around the big dragon, scribbling notes.

It was getting quite late by the time Rallis had finished measuring both wings. She rolled up the tearing paper with a huff.

“That took longer than I thought. You’re bigger than you look and you already look pretty big!”

Ceraelum snorted and sniffed the papers.

“I have to make the materials for your wings now using these. It’s going to take a while to measure it all out so don’t be scared if I’m gone for a while. I promise to be as fast as I can, okay?”

The dragon nodded and leaned down to rub his cheek against Rallis and fold over a wing in a makeshift hug. Rallis hugged him back and bid him a good night before beginning the long sail back home.

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When Olaf returned home three days after the Rellekan council’s tiresome meetings, he did not expect to find the house covered in patches of tanned dragon scales. At first he thought perhaps some of the local fauna had gotten into a skirmish in the garden. But once he saw Rallis measuring, cutting, and stitching dragonhide, he knew better. He knew a Rallis-project in motion when he saw it.

He not so quietly walked up behind her so she could hear him, though with how focused in her work she was she hardly noticed his presence. “Hello, dear. What are you up to?”

She didn’t turn around. “Hi Olaf! I’m crafting some old dragonhide.”

“Yes, I can see that,” Olaf said as he gave the growing pile of stitched blue dragon leather on the floor a glance. “Whatever for? Your outfit surely needs no repairs.”

“This isn’t for me. It’s for my friend Ceraelum! I’m fixing all the holes in his wings.”

“You mean the Vorkath of Ungael? That sounds like a tiresome job!”

Rallis hummed and nodded in agreement. “He’s really big and his wings have lots of holes. I’m pretty sure I won’t have enough blue hide to fix both his wings.” She mumbled to herself. “Maybe he’ll be fine with one black wing. I know I’ve stolen a lot of black dragonhide armor off slayers over the years. I should have enough.”

“Well it sounds like you’re going to be very busy. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Thanks Olaf but I think I’ll be fine. Reforming old dragonhide armor into new dragonhide pieces isn’t exactly easy. I better do it myself since I’ve got practice.”

“If you’re sure.” He leaned down and gave Rallis’ neck a quick kiss, making her chirp. “If you need my help, I’ll be all too happy to give it. For now I’ll be sure to keep the kids out of your hair.”

She purred back a thank you and got back to work. Olaf got to work tidying the mess of scattered scales and preparing to entertain the kids.

After days of work stitching pounds of recycled stolen dragon leather together, Rallis finally had all the pieces for her friend's wings done. Now she just had to hope her idea would be good enough to help her friend fly again. She told Olaf, who was now staying at home again, that she’d be gone for a while for her project, and packed up everything to load onto her little boat in Relleka. She also grabbed some other things she would need like smouldering stones, needle and thread, knives, and of course some snacks for the road. Olaf helped her carry everything to the boat and wished her farewell.

Once Rallis returned to Ungael, she was surprised to see Ceraelum not resting in his pit like usual, but rather pacing and pawing around. Once he saw Rallis crest the hill of his prison and slide down to him, he roared excitedly.

“Calm down, buddy,” Rallis laughed. “I know you’re excited but don’t get too crazy! I brought everything I need, I just left it in the boat for now. There’s something I need to do before I start patching you up though.”

The vorkath was all ears.

“All the rot and frostbite has to be burned off your wings before I get to work. You can’t feel pain like that right?”

The dragon nodded no and pawed at his chest. It seemed only if what was binding him to his old body was damaged he could feel the pain.

Rallis breathed a small sigh of relief. “Good because let me tell you from personal experience, clearing frostbite does not feel good. Okay, if you can lay down and open your wings I’ll get to work!”

For the next few hours, Rallis took her time delicately burning and cutting away the rot and frostbite on her friend’s wings with smouldering stones and knives. She checked in every so often to see if her friend was doing alright, but like he said before he really didn’t feel a thing. After a couple of stones used up and many carefully shaved strips of flesh later, Ceraelum’s wings looked clean and good to go, albeit a bit more ragged than before.

Rallis pocketed her things and shook the forming cramp out of her hands. “Part one is done. Now for part two…”

After a few trips to the boat, all the blue and black dragonhide patches were piled into the pit. Ceraelum gave the black hide a curious sniff.

“Sorry but I have to use black dragonhide for your right wing. Most slayers don’t use blue dragonhide so I didn’t have enough to match both your wings. I can paint it some time later though if you’d like.”

The dragon shrugged. He didn’t care if he was bright orange and purple if it meant he could fly again. After a quick snack break with her friend, Rallis got back to work, this time stitching his wings back together.

Hours passed. The sun rose high then fell to night. By nightfall, Rallis had one wing mostly done. But eventually she had to stop because she was so tired and couldn’t see anything. Luckily she came prepared and rolled out an extra fluffy sleeping bag with extra blankets. Ceraelum was so excited for tomorrow he couldn’t sleep, not that he needed to, and instead curled around his friend to keep her shielded from the snow as he admired one of his new patchy wings.

The next day started early and with more of yesterday, sewing and stitching. Rallis gave herself a break as Ceraelum’s left wing was finished early that morning.

“Give it a good strong flap,” Rallis instructed. “I need to see if my stitches come loose.”

Ceraelum flapped his wing as hard as he could for a moment and stopped to let Rallis inspect. For the most part, everything was still in place. Just a few spots in need of tweaking and his first wing was good to go! The big dragon wiggled as Rallis tightened the patches in certain spots.

“Sit still buddy or I’m gonna mess this up! I know you’re excited but you have to relax just a bit longer.” The dragon stilled but Rallis could tell he was barely containing his excitement from the way his tail wiggled. She hopped off his back and gave him a grin. “One down, one to go! This one’s gonna be a lot harder though.”

Ceraelum’s right wing was nearly eviscerated. No webbing remained between the bones of all but one wing segment, and that one segment was riddled with holes. This was like building an entire new limb from scratch. Rallis trotted over to the remaining pile of dragonhide and pulled out the large folded sheets of black hide. Unlike the patches, these had clasps on either side.

“Spread your wing fingers apart as far as you can,” Rallis instructed. As he did, Rallis slid the black hide between his bony digits. She quickly clasped the dragonhide onto his fingers and tightened them in place. Even with her measurements, it was a tight fit. If he managed to fly off this island this wing wouldn’t last long. Once in place, she began to fill the gaps between the wing fingers and makeshift wing membrane.

Ceraelum watched her work in wonder. His old master, Zorgoth, would never dream of taking so much time and energy out of his day to mend an old vorkath like this. At the end of the day, Zorgoth’s creations should have considered themselves lucky to be alive, he told them. If they got damaged then they were faulty goods and that wasn’t his problem. Rallis was so different, so kind to him. She protected him, put her life on the line for him, came to visit him so he wouldn’t be lonely, and now even took care of him when he could offer nothing in return. As he watched her stitch together the final segment of his wing, he silently vowed that if he managed to fly off this island, he would protect her and never leave her side as a thank you for what she had done.

Oblivious to the dragon’s inner monologue, Rallis leaned back with a huff and a smile. She gave his left wing a test flex and nodded. “Okay! I think you’re good to go! Let’s try it out!”

Ceraelum leapt up so quickly he accidentally threw Rallis into a pile of crunchy snow. He flapped his wings as hard as he could and immediately stumbled at the odd feeling of his left wing. It rattled in the force of his flap and felt odd not being able to control the makeshift membrane like in his patched up left wing.

“Take it easy!” Rallis cooed as she jumped up from the snow. “There’s no rush, take your time. Try to get a feel first. You probably haven’t flown in a long time and that wing is gonna feel weird.”

Ceraelum grumbled and followed her directions. He started slow, sticking with little flaps to feel how the fake wing moved. He tried tilting it and stretching and squashing it. He tried flapping both wings at once, stumbling at first but growing used to it. With a curious growl, he flapped hard and felt the rush of wind gather under him, trying to lift him upward. The dragon roared with a smile and flapped harder and harder. One foot rose off the ground, then another, then another! All three feet were off the ground and for a moment, the dragon hovered above the snow. He stopped and slammed back down into the snow with a poof.

Rallis clapped in excitement. “Oh my god I think this will work! Let me check your wings really quickly!” She hurriedly gave her work a once over and everything was still in place. The dragon was ready for liftoff. Rallis squealed in delight. “Ceraelum you can fly!”

The dragon roared so loudly the icicles around them shook. Rallis had to cover her ears but she was smiling wide. Ceraelum flapped his wings as hard as he could as sprinted across the pit. With every flap he rose from the ground, until he launched himself at the wall of his prison. With the aid of his wings, he scrambled up the side, clawed his way to the top, and flopped over to the shore with a plop. Rallis gasped and ran after him, climbing up the thin slope.

As she crested the hill, she laughed as she saw her friend a tangled mess of limbs near her boat. He quickly stood up and shook the snow off and began to flap his wings again, causing the water and everything in it to jostle.

“Ceraelum wait! You’re gonna knock over my boat!” Rallis stopped him and ran to her little rowboat to keep it safe, but before she could reach it, the dragon grabbed Rallis in his jaws and flung her onto his back. Rallis yelped as she was tossed and sprawled on his broad spined back. “Ceraelum what are you doing?!”

The dragon shot her a smile and roared and prepared for takeoff. Rallis grabbed on tight to the nearby spines and nestled between his wings as he flapped harder and harder. Slowly and wobbly, he rose off the ground. Rallis gasped as she looked beneath them and saw the shore grow farther away, the peaks of the icy prison grow smaller, Zorgoth’s old lab vanish from view, and when she finally dared to look up, they were in the sky.

Rallis looked around in wonder, nothing but the open ocean and cloudy skies around them for miles. Ceraelum panted as he flew and roared and growled in glee. He rose higher and higher, wanting to sink into the plush looking clouds above him. Rallis held on tight as he went higher.

They crashed through the clouds and popped out above the cloud line. Rallis looked in awe at the view. The clouds beneath them were various hues of red and pink and orange from the slowly setting sun, the sky itself was a beautiful mottled mixture of pink and blue, and above them the stray wisps of white clouds began to disappear in the darkening sky way up high. It was breathtaking to watch.

Ceraelum hummed happily and flew lower to drag his claws across the clouds beneath them, cutting them into fluffy ribbons that trailed behind them. The dragon looked like he was moments from tears as he looked all around him. Being back in the sky was a dream come true. He was finally free.

Ceraelum did a loop in happiness and Rallis yelped as she had to suddenly hang on. The large dragon laughed. He wouldn’t let her fall. Rallis smiled back and sat up tall. She closed her eyes and flared out her own tiny wings, and for a moment she could almost imagine what it was like to be free enough to fly. Her mount gently weaved around to let her feel the wind beneath her own wings and hopefully let her feel the joy she had given back to him. After a while, she leaned against Ceraelum’s neck with a giggle and stroked his scales. He growled happily and leveled out and the two were soon gently gliding across the clouds.

“This is so amazing,” Rallis whispered. “You know, you’re not the first dragon I’ve rode on. Shakorexis let me on his back a few times in the Wilderness. Then there were some lavas, blacks, and greens there too. But never has it felt like this.” She trailed off and stared at the sinking sun and beautiful sky. “I’ve never seen the sky like this before, so up high no one exists but us. It’s magical.”

Ceraelum felt the same way. He was at home up here more than anywhere else. The open sky would always be a dragon’s domain and it was a shame current circumstances forced their fellow beasts into hiding underground. This flight felt better than any he had ever taken before. Maybe it was because his master wasn’t forcing him to fly and practice aiming fireballs for destruction, or maybe it was because it had been hundreds of years since he last flew, or maybe it was because of his companion riding on his back that helped him get back here. Perhaps it was all three. Either way, he never wanted this feeling to end. Unfortunately, it seemed Rallis had other ideas.

“Ceraelum, you should head to my home. This world isn’t safe for monsters, and especially not for a dragon as infamous as you. You should stay with me until it’s a good time to roam free.”

The dragon saddened at the idea of landing now and not being able to see the world he had been shut out from for so long, but he knew his friend knew this world far better than him. So he nodded and agreed.

“Can you fly below the clouds so I can see where we are?” Rallis asked.

The dragon dipped low. Beneath them were two islands. One’s northern end was covered in snow and the other had what looked like two castles on either far side of the island.

“That’s the Fremennik islands!” Rallis exclaimed as she pointed. “That far one is Miscellania and Etceteria. If we keep heading south-east we should reach a way to get home soon! Just follow my directions.”

The two hid in the cloud cover as Rallis led Ceraelum home. They skirted over Miscellania and Waterbirth and dipped low above Relleka. Rallis led her mount to a stone frame outside of town and told him to land in the nearby clearing. Ceraelum lowered himself and ultimately stumbled over, crushing a few nearby saplings. It seemed he wasn’t used to landing yet. He shook himself off and followed Rallis’ finger.

“We can get home through there,” she said as she pointed to the circular stone frame nearby. “It has magic that lets you teleport to special places. With this you can come home with me!”

Ceraelum sniffed the portal frame curiously and stuck his head through. There was no way his whole body would fit once it was activated.

“Don’t worry, you only need to be able to fit a part of yourself through. Then the rest just follows. My kids used to go in and out all the time when they were younger and if this wasn’t the case, they would’ve gotten stuck loads of times.” Rallis clapped her hands excitedly. “Alrighty! Let’s get you insi—!”

The sound of stomping feet rushing toward them stopped Rallis mid sentence. She heard a “there it is” as a large group of heavily armed men stormed the clearing, axes and swords raised for combat. Ceraelum roared in panic, not expecting to be attacked upon landing. There were terrified shouts and whispers over the dragon, with a few recognizing the beast as the Vorkath of Ungael.

“Don’t let that monster enter the town!” someone shouted from the front of the crowd. The rest of the group shouted back and raised their weapons and shields. But before they could take a single step toward the dragon, Rallis jumped out at them with a snarl. Many froze in fear while others cursed her name.

“Rallis?!” called the man in front. It was none other than Thorvald, one of the strongest warriors in all of Relleka. “What are you doing here?! With that monster no less!”

Ceraelum growled. “He is no monster!” Rallis snapped. “He’s my friend! I’m taking him home so you can just leave us alone! He’s not going to hurt anybody.”

There were many hushed whispers about the situation. So Rallis was the reason the Vorkath of Ungael was free. As if she wasn’t traitorous enough. Would she lead even more dangerous beasts so close to their home? What would they do now that an ancient and powerful undead dragon lives literally next door to them? What would—?

The mutterings stopped as the portal frame flickered with purple light. Olaf jumped through, panting hard. “Rallis! Sen told me something was happening by the gate! Are you—?” He stopped in his tracks halfway down the stone steps, witnessing the situation firsthand. His eyes darted from Rallis to the large blue dragon beside her to the crowd of fellow Fremennik below. All he could think to say was “So… Have we adopted another child?”

Rallis hissed to Olaf. “Take him inside. I’ll fix this.”

Olaf put a hand on her shoulder. “No, I think I will. You take your new friend in and I’ll talk with everyone. It will be better that way.”

Rallis nodded and led Ceraelum inside. Some men below protested but Olaf hushed them. “Gentlemen! It seems we have much to discuss! Let us meet in the Longhall, shall we?”

_____________________________________

The next day, everyone was getting settled in with the newest addition to the family. Rallis’ red dragons immediately became friends and the younger smaller ones jumped and played all over Ceraelum. The blue dragon just sat patiently like an old grandpa waiting for them to finish. Skorch was shocked to see a dragon so big, having really only ever been in contact with his red brothers and sisters. It was rather intimidating to only be as big as the dragon’s tongue. Skorch huddled away in Rallis’ arms. Twist just screeched at the newcomer and ran off, and Nago didn’t seem to care at all. Olaf stood by Rallis’ side and took it all in.

“So this is the fabled Vorkath of Ungael. He’s massive.”

“Dragons don’t really stop growing,” Rallis informed. “Since he’s likely a couple thousand years old, he’s had plenty of time to grow.”

Ceraelum huffed as Xavier and Anton took turns prodding his chewed up tail and as Octavia sniffed at the artificial wing.

“What do you plan to do with him?” Olaf asked. “Keep him here? There’s no way he’ll be able to live in the outside world, especially not after the Battle of Dragons. And V knows Relleka will go insane if you let him back out now. Calming them down last night was a nightmare.”

Ceraelum growled and swished his tail as Garold plopped onto it. Manelgar picked up his brother and moved him away.

“It’s up to him. Whatever he wants to do, I’ll support him. But we’ve already had a talk and he knows it’s best to stay here for now. I think he just wants to be wherever I am.”

“Hmm. So I guess we’ll just have to make room for a new family member then?” Olaf said with a small smile.

Rallis watched as Natalie sniffed at Ceraelum’s grizzled snout before backing away to Caroline for comfort. Ceraelum stretched and folded his wings and hunkered down to chat with his new roommates. She smiled as she watched her children and Ceraelum talk and get to know each other. Even Sen and the cats came down to visit and meet the new guest.

“Yes, I think he’ll fit in with our family just perfectly.”

[spiridakos]

of disney and stolen planes

This little number is for Bruna. Happy birthday, girl. Thanks for being my friend and being there for me and somehow dealing with my chaotic ass everyday. I’m so glad we’ve gotten to be so close. <3 @falliam-iloveyou3000

Fallon Carrington was not having a good day.

To start, she’d had a jammed packed schedule and had no choice but to leave her two daughters with their Uncle Sam for the day - she trusted Sam, sure, she just preferred to spend as much time with her girls as possible. Unfortunately for her, her schedule didn’t allow it that one Tuesday in September. Usually, she’d switch off with Liam if her schedule was more jam packed than his, but they’d both been struck with terrible luck and he too had a day full of meetings that he simply couldn’t reschedule.

Fallon got to spend her day stuck in meeting after meeting with people she’d much rather never have to ever meet with face to face. But, if that wasn’t bad enough, she’d pretty sure everything that could go wrong with all her projects for the day at Fallon Unlimited, did go wrong.

The only thing she wanted to do when she finally escaped her office at 7:47pm that night was go home to her family and curl up on the couch and watch one of those Disney movies the girls loved so much. Except, when she got home, her house was quiet. Too quiet to be the living corridors for two young girls who were always playing excitedly up in their bedrooms.

No, the only thing she walked into was Liam eating leftovers in their kitchen.

“Where are the girls?”

“Still with Sam, I guess,” he replies when she slips in the room with him and places her purse on one of the empty barstools.

So, she does what any mother would do - pulls out her cellphone and tries to call him. Except, she’s met straightaway with his voicemail. So, she texts him, leaving it alone for about thirty minutes until she realizes just how quiet their house still was, noticing he still hadn’t reached out to let her know where he was with Olivia and Charlotte - immediately making her assume the worst of all possible outcomes and sending her into an understandable panic.

“I’m sure they’re fine, Fallon,” Liam reassures her gently settling beside her on the couch after his nightly shower. He wraps his arm around her frame, pulling her into his chest which she welcomes the way his touch can calm her instantly. His fingers graze against her bare shoulder, pressing a soft kiss against the crown of her head.

And sure, Liam made her feel better with his soft touches and reassuring words; she knew he was probably right, too. She trusted Sam, she did - he was just the one who would be most likely  get them into more trouble than needed, too.

She just wanted her daughters to be safe.

“Why won’t he pick up his phone?”

“He probably took the girls for ice cream or something,” he suggests, thumb still tingling against her skin, even after all these years. A reasonable argument, she must admit, even though she wouldn’t say it out loud and admit that to him.

Still, she didn’t like it.

She liked to be given a heads up if her daughters were going to be returning to their estate late; especially on a school night when Charlotte had to be up early in the morning. But, then Liam continues to try to reassure her. “You know how Olivia gets about ice cream for dessert. And he can’t tell those girls no.”

She takes a deep breath, leaning into his arms further and trying to take comfort in the way his fingers created friction against her bare arms. “You’re probably right.”

She feels Liam press a soft kiss against the crown of her head again, a glowing warmth settling in her veins as she lets herself begin to get lost in his touch. She tilts her head up to meet him in the middle, their lips finding each other in the night as she applies just enough pressure against him to let him know how much she missed him all day. They’re just starting to get lost in each other, his hand starting to slip under her shirt and tease the bare of her stomach when they hear keys jingling in the door and jump apart at the risk of getting caught by two pairs of wandering eyes.

Their feet swing off the couch quick, heading towards the foyer where they hear the door start to creak open slightly, meeting the three culprits who can’t seem to quit giggling away as their laughs echo off the walls.

She greets the three of them with her arms crossed against her chest, eyes landing directly on the girl’s uncle first and foremost. “Where have you two been all day?”

“Hi mommy!” Charlotte bursts into excitement first, running right up to her mother to grab at her legs and hug them tightly. She pulls back and looks up at her mother with those matching blue eyes sparkling right before her. “We went to Disney!”

“Disney?” Fallon asks, eyes wide as she finally lets herself notice the logo on the bundle of bags Sam is carrying in his hands “How did you three go to Disney?”

Olivia’s already found herself to Liam, settled in his arms as he hoists her against his frame when she jumps into the conversation with enthusiasm. “Jet, mommy!”

“The jet? How did you take the jet, Sam?” Fallon asks through her teeth. “You need authorization from Liam or I for that thing to even take off.”

Charlotte tugs at Fallon’s shirt to get her attention. “I gave the pilot the authorization, mommy!”

“How did you do that Charlotte?”

“Were you two aware that your daughter is, like, a super genius?” Sam places the bags with Walt Disney World written in dark blue font against the tiled floor, leading himself closer to the four other bodies in the room. “She found some type of loophole. I don’t even know. I was getting ready to take them back here but, before I knew it, your pilot said we were clear for take off.”

“Did you not think to ask me if you could take my daughters out of state today?” Fallon twirls her fingers in her daughters soft brown curls. “Charlotte, do I even want to ask how you managed to authorize our family jet to take off?”

“Probably not, mom,” the young girl smiles. “It’s better if it remains a secret.”

“Fallon,” Liam steps in, placing a hang against his wife’s shoulder; the same place he placed it earlier to calm all her anxieties. She’s sure it’s because he can see the worry lingering in her eyes, always so easily able to tell how she’s feeling just by looking into her blue eyes.

“I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal, Fallon,” Sam says. “They had a great day. Isn’t that what matters?”

“Yeah! Mommy, Ollie got to meet Mike and Sully today!” Charlotte exclaims. “Oh, she was so excited!”

Liam looks at his blonde little girl with wide eyes. “Is that true, Olivia? Did you meet Mike and Sully today?”

“Mike Wazowski, daddy!” The little blonde’s laugh is infectious when she starts sharing the moment from her day. “Mike gave me a hug! So did Sully!”

“Don’t worry, lovely parents!” Charlotte moves towards the back, locating the item in question and pulling it out. “We got you a picture all printed out and in a pretty frame! See!”

Fallon looks down at her youngest in that photograph, the happiest smile and widest eyes she’s ever seen on her baby girl. It makes her sad that she’d missed such an important day for them, as they’d clearly had one of the best days they’d had in a long time. She’s to blame, really, for her busy work schedule being out of control lately.

She intended to fix that.

“I got to see Olaf, too!”

“Of course you did,” Liam says. “And how was Olaf today, Miss Ridley?”

“Don’t be jealous, dad,” Charlotte says. “That’s not very becoming of you.”

“So, I think I’m going to go now. This seems like a family conversation and I don’t want to intrude,” Sam says sinking backwards towards the door.

“How convenient for you,” Fallon rolls her eyes as he slips himself into the outdoors. “We’re not done talking about this.”

Liam places Olivia carefully on the floor, as she quickly makes her way to the bags to start pulling out all. her souvenirs. “What else did you girls do at Disney today?”

“We went on the carrousel and we did a lot of shopping!”

“Wait a second,” Liam says. “How did you go to Disney today, Charlotte? It’s a school day.”

“Well, you see, guys,” she trails off with a devious smirk appearing on her face. “It’s a funny story really.”

“Charlotte Grace, do not tell me your uncle allowed you to skip school today for a trip to Orlando,” Fallon speaks up.

“It might not have been his fault entirely,” she admits. “It’s possible I managed to convince him that today was the day for those once a month teacher meetings.”

“Charlotte,” Fallon sighs.

“Harvard isn’t going to allow these little stints, Charlotte.”

“Look, mommy! I got Mike!” Olivia runs up to her mother with her new Disney themed plush toy, lifting it up as high as she could to show her mother her new favorite toy. “Mike Wazowski!”

“I see, baby. He’s very cute,” Fallon says as Olivia attaches herself to Fallon now. “What do you think Liam? How long should we punish her for?”

He ponders it before he suggests, “Six months?”

“Six months?!” The eight year old shrieks with wide eyes.

“Okay, that’s a bit harsh, wouldn’t you say?” Fallon questions. “Maybe like two weeks?”

“Two weeks?!”

“She skipped school and manipulated our privately hired pilot to fly our jet to a different state,” Liam says.

“Okay, fine,” Fallon sighs. “We will discuss this further in the morning, Charlie. For now, it’s time for you to go to bed.”

“I don’t think I deserve any punishment!” The tiny brunette is met with two lingering stares from her parents that suggest otherwise. “Fine. I accept whatever punishment you give me. Even though, I should be rewarded for being so smart, I think.”

“Charlotte, it’s bed time,” Fallon says. “We’ll discuss this in the morning, okay? You’re not off the hook, though, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I just wanted to have a good day is Disney and this is what I get.” Charlotte’s shoulders drop dramatically, always ready to perform and put on a show, as she starts to make her way up the grand staircase, sulking all the way to the top step.

“And you will be returning to school tomorrow!” Fallon turns her attention back to Liam, with a look that can only read unbelievable at their daughter ability to pull off her greatest heist thus far. Olivia, already yawning and closing her tired eyes as she leans against her mother’s shoulders. Fallon can only turn towards Liam with these words: “When did we exactly raise a convict?”

[temarendelle]

Anna and Bruni : the meet

Hey guys, I’ve been to Disneyland Paris last week and I watched the new show « Frozen Celebreation - Enchanted Journey ». Spoiler : it was amazing.

So this is the float :

Beautiful, right ? Wait for it.

You need to know one thing. For this « Frozen season » I ALWAYS go to the park with an accessory (ears, plush etc.). Right now, I’m coming with a little Bruni plush hanging on the shoulder. It look like this :

Cute, right ? Wait for it.

So you’ve got the context, I watch the show, the float passes next to me and I take a lot of pictures with my camera.

Anna was on an ice boat, just like the one in the movie when Elsa gets Anna and Olaf out of her way so she can continue her journey alone (yes it’s creepy). But anyway...

THEN THIS HAPPEN

Step 1

- Anna saw Bruni on my shoulder

Step 2

Anna : « OMG OMG OMG THERE IS A BRUNI ON YOUR SHOULDER !!! »

Step 3

Anna : « I LOVE it ! Can I give him a warm hug ?! »

Step 4

Anna : « Please ??! »

Step « Bonus »

Me : WHAT ?! Are you talking to me ?

My inner self : PLEASE YES TAKE IT !! TAKE WHATEVER YOU WANT !! I LOVE YOU (what ?) !!GIVE ME-OUPS-HIM A WARM HUG YES PLEASE !!

In short : the show was wonderful and this interaction was amazing (I almost cried but everything’s fine). ❤️

The end. :3

[kristannarubbish]

learn to do it (chapter two)

aka “princess diaries but make it norway + kristanna”

rating: T for language

word count: 2.6k

pairing: kristanna (always!)

part 2/10ish

“Anna!” Olaf burst into the room, looking very disheveled, “Get up! Get up! You’re going to be late.” He shook her body and ripped the bed covers off.

“Olaf stop that isn’t funny!” Anna’s morning voice cracked as her bleary eyes slowly blinked open, “Didn’t I say 7?” She took a quick glance at the clock, then did a double take. 8:30. 

“Holy fuck!” The redhead jumped out of bed and immediately ran towards her small closet, “Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

“Anna I’m so sorry!” Olaf exclaimed as he grabbed the dress she picked out while they were wine tipsy last night.

“Thanks, and I don’t... have time... to be... upset!” Anna stammered as she ripped her big t-shirt off. After getting tangled in it, Olaf steadied her and handed her the dress.

“I must have overslept because I thought you getting a letter from the queen of Arendelle was a fever dream. Usually my body clock is better than this, you know that. It must have been the win-” 

“Olaf it’s fine! Just please help me! How am I supposed to get to Midtown in 20 minutes?”

“Anna, just breathe. I... don’t think that it’s humanly possible. You’ll only be a little late.”

“I can’t be late to a meeting with a queen of a country I haven’t even heard of!”

“Anna, you’ve never heard of Arendelle? Like ever? Did you take world history?”

“Of course I did, but I guess I just don’t remember it coming up? I’m not a royal follower like you. If they aren’t my ruler, it’s not exactly my top priority!”

Anna was getting a little aggressive, but Olaf understood given the circumstances, that were, to a degree, his fault. “Okay maybe I do follow fancy Europeans a little closely, but here’s a crash course. Arendelle is the country next to Sweden. It’s small, but has a bit of political leeway. Their reigning monarch is Queen Sonja, who was married to King Runeard, but he died a few years back I think... I can’t remember.”

“Okay, thank you so much Olaf, but I have to go,” Anna said as she finished sliding on her black low pumps to match the neckline of her emerald dress. 

“Heels, Anna? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Olaf cocked an eyebrow at her.

“It’s going to make up for the lack of effort I put in up here,” Anna motioned to her face. She hurried over to the door and grabbed her things.

“Alright,” Olaf followed her over to the door, “fill me in when you get home, yeah?”

“Yup, bye! Love you! Thank you!” Anna called as she raced down the stairs of their walk up. 

“Tell the queen I said hi!” Olaf shouted down the stairs, laughing to himself.

*****************************

Anna bolted to the nearest subway station where the R stopped, the train that would get her to Midtown the fastest. On her way, just as Olaf had silently warned, Anna tripped on a break in the sidewalk, skinning both her knees. 

“Great. Just peachy,” Anna muttered to herself. She let herself sit for a second and catch her breath after she realized there was nothing she could do about her bloody knees. After a deep sigh, she picked herself back up and pressed on to the subway station.

The R train was delayed. So here Anna was, sitting in a humid subway station biting her nails until they were nubs, with now frizzing hair and two bloody knees. Bet the queen would love to see this. Then it really hit Anna, for the first time, that she was going to meet a queen for God knows what reason, looking absolutely ridiculous.

What could she possibly want with me? What is she going to think of how messy I look? How does she even know I exist? Why does she want me? I am just another lousy American, right? Isn’t that what foreigners think of Americans? She’s probably different though. Am I even listening to myself think right now? We’re talking about the queen of an entire country. I sound so arrogant. 

Interrupting her obsessive thoughts, the R train finally pulled into the station. Anna sighed a long breath of relief, until she saw how crowded it was and of course everyone waiting at her station was getting on only this train. Nevertheless, she squeezed herself into the sardine packed train. Great, she was going to meet a queen smelling like B.O. and weed, while looking like something out of Rocky Horror.

*********************

There was a round of steady knocks on their apartment door. Olaf looked up from his phone, confused. He stood up slowly to go answer. He checked the peephole, and it was the same guy who had hand delivered the letter for Anna yesterday. Olaf opened the door.

“I’m here for Anna Andersen,” the tall man spoke down to Olaf.

“She’s not here. She just ran down to the subw- Oh,” Olaf mouth shut tight in realization.

“She took the subway?” The man’s eyebrow arched under his black sunglasses.

“Yeah, she didn’t know there would be a car, sorry about that.” 

“That’s fine, have a nice day Olaf,” the man turned to go and walked down the stairs quickly.

“You too,” Olaf called, then shut the door. “How did he know my name?”

*********************

Anna had finally reached the hotel in Midtown she guessed the Queen was staying in. Out of breath from running, she wanted to stop and catch it before meeting her, but she was 15 minutes late. 

Walking into the orante hotel lobby, Anna took in her golden surroundings. There were waiters waiting on people hand and foot, hell she thinks she even saw someone getting a foot massage! So this is how the other half lives. She was now aware that this is where the best of the best stayed. She was also aware that now, she stuck out like a sore thumb.

Stuck out enough apparently to quickly catch a man in black’s attention, he had an earpiece and everything. “Anna Andersen?” He said after approaching her.

“Is it that obvious?” Anna asked laughing lightly.

“Yes. Come with me,” he spoke sternly as they went through a door behind the front desk. Anna could feel cold stares even coming from the staff. She felt her cheeks warm with embarrassment, but then had a pit in her stomach that this reaction was going to pale in comparison to whatever monarch she was about to meet.

The man led to a secret elevator, which was somehow even more fancy than the lobby. There was a renaissance style painting of a girl in a field of flowers on the wall. It was small though, so Anna and the stranger were shoulder to shoulder. After a few moments of silence to the beginning of a long elevator ride to what she assumed was the top floor, Anna spoke.

“Can I know your name?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It isn’t appropriate.”

“Well neither is you showing up at my apartment or following me home. That was you, right?” He did not respond as Anna inspected his face, “It was you!”

“You’re right, it was. But that was under her majesty’s orders.”

“Did she order you to not tell me your name?” Another silence from the stoic earpiece man. The elevator dinged and the door began to open.

“Mattias. My name is Mattias.”

“Nice to meet you Mattias,” Anna beamed, feeling strangely a tad more comfortable now that she knew one fact about the entire situation.

Anna turned to step out of the elevator and her mouth immediately dropped into an ‘o’ shape. This might be the most beautiful room she had ever seen in her life. There were carved columns that reached all the way up to the high painted ceiling that was illuminated by a skylight. The floor was marble and all the furniture looked too fancy to sit on. 

“Right in here Ms. Anderson,” Mattias called from a few feet away, holding onto the golden handle of a large door. 

When the door opened it was another room filled with paintings Anna was sure was worth more than the Manhattan itself. The light was so bright squinting was her only option. The sound of her own TJMaxx heels clicking on the marble floor was the only thing keeping Anna grounded in reality.

“You can sit in here and help yourself to some tea while you await her majesty, Ms. Anderson,” a nice lady in a maid’s outfit startled her.

“Oh, okay, thank you,” Anna said wearily as she sat herself down on a plush pink velvet chair by a large window. 

Maybe I’m not late. She thought as she poured some tea, which she honestly needed. I’m probably still early by Queen's standards. But seriously, if this is some sort of subconscious ploy by my brain to get me out of a coma, please wake me up now. 

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice asked from behind. Appartently the redhead had been speaking aloud.

Anna startled and saw a poised looking woman with medium blonde hair, pale skin and sterling blue eyes. She was definitely older, but had an elegant air to her. The woman was wearing a pastel violet dress and a glittering crystal crown. 

“Oh! Uhm, hi. I’m Anna.” The redhead spoke as she set down her all too fancy tea cup.

The royal looked Anna up and down quizzically. “Anna Anderson?”

“Yup…” there was a beat of uncomfortable silence between the two, “that’s me.”

“I was expecting you would at least know that you do not sit in a queen’s presence without her permission.”

“Oh, sh...oot. I’m so so sorry.” Anna corrected and quickly stood up, with a sloppy attempt at a bow. There was another beat of thick, heavy silence between the two strangers.

The queen rolled her eyes slightly, “You can sit down.” 

Anna sat down quickly, starting to sweat just a little. This time it wasn’t from the sticky subway. Not knowing what to do with herself, she took another sip of tea. Her leg bounced as she awaited anxiously for one of them to say something.

“You’re probably wondering why I asked you to be here this morning,” the queen said stoically. 

Anna nodded slowly up at her, covering her skinned knees with her hands. The royal poured herself some tea with a soft mhm. Straightening her back, which Anna was confused that it was already as straight as it could get, the elder spoke to her with a straight tone.

“Well, as I’m not quite sure you know, I am Queen Sonja of Arendelle.”

“I know who you are.”

“Never can be too sure,” the queen paused, to prepare herself for something and Anna was practically about to spaz at endless possibilities of what she might say. 

A million thoughts raced through Anna’s head. Am I going to be married to a prince, like Royal Love Island or something? Maybe she was the older woman I crashed into at work a couple weeks back. Did I accidentally commit a crime in her country by changing my VPN to watch Friends on Netflix? I wouldn’t have done it if Olaf didn’t like the Thanksgiving episodes so much.

“Anna, are you listening?” Queen Sonja commanded her sternly. Anna sat straight up alarmingly.

“Yes, I’m sorry your majesty.” Anna had been sure to google how to address a queen on the train ride over. The queen nodded, softening a bit, and began her story.

“My son, Agnarr, was the crown prince of Arendelle. He had a lovely wife, Iduna, who became the crown princess of Arendelle once they were married. After their daughters were born, they decided to move to New York City before my husband and I abdicated the throne. Oh, and they had two very lovely daughters, whom I loved endlessly.” Queen Sonja began to get misty eyed, but quickly composed herself.

“Are you okay?” Anna wasn’t quite sure what to do, but asking if she was alright seemed right.

“Yes I am. Thank you.” Another deep breath and the queen was headfirst back into the story. “They moved here to try and experience more of the world so they could rule well rounded. But, one day, on a drive upstate to their estate away from the city, they got into a terrible crash.”

“Oh, I am so sorry,” Anna said with a sullen voice.

“Thank you. But I’m afraid some wounds never fully heal. All of them died, but the youngest daughter. I still miss them every day.”

“Well where is the youngest daughter now?” The redheaded woman became entranced in this story, that seemed like it would become a lullaby with an ominous warning in it one day.

“There is no easy way to say this. But, I am only delaying it if I don’t. You aren’t just Anna Anderson of New York City. You’re Anna Charlotte Elizabeth Anderson, Crown Princess of Arendelle.”

The room was absolutely still, so silent if someone dropped a pin, they could hear it yards away. Anna had no clue how to react, so she just laughed hysterically.

“Okay, where are the cameras?” Anna laughed, “Is it in the teapot?” She picked up the floral china and inspected it.

“What do you mean? Put that down!”

Anna obliged, still laughing, “This is some sort of reality prank, right? Am I gonna win like 10,000 dollars or something?”

“Anna,” Queen Sonja said sternly, “this is not a joke, or some silly reality television show. This is real life.”

The silence returned, and Anna blinked quickly, to try and wake herself out of whatever fever dream she was living.

“You’re serious.”

“Completely, Anna.”

“But- what about my parents? Why do I still live here if I’m a royal?”

“Well, we wanted you to grow up here so you could be the well rounded ruler your parents wished to be. Your adoptive parents have known the whole time, and are friends of the royal family.”

Anna stayed silent and slumped in the fancy plush pink chair. She wished that the soft fabric would just absorb her and she would never have to deal with this strange newborn reality.

“Now, Anna. I know this all must be shocking, but we needed to tell you soon since you are the next in line for succession.”

Anna shot up from her state of loathing, “I can’t run a country! Don’t you see me? I have skinned knees from running late to a meeting with a queen!”

Queen Sonja smiled at her patiently, “That’s why I’m in the city, to teach you how to be a true royal, if you so choose.”

“I don’t have to?”

“Technically, no. It will just be the end of the Anderson line in Arendelle history which is- well I won’t tell you how I feel about that. Just please consider it Anna.”

The young woman nodded slowly, standing up, still in a state of shock. “I have to go. I’ll uhm, let you know your majesty.” 

Before the queen or Mattias could stop her, Anna was rushing out the golden doors and to the secret elevator. After pressing the down button as quickly as possible, the doors shut. When they opened again, Anna ran through the hotel lobby, all of the aristocrats staring at her. She didn’t care, she just needed to get out. 

After running outside, Anna’s pale back leaned against the cool granite of the building adjacent to the hotel where her life just changed forever. Finally letting go, she let hot tears run down her face in hard sobs. She slid down the wall and sat in the alley off the busy street. 

What the fuck am I supposed to do now?

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Custom Handmade Limited Edition Style 16″ Doll Set

Inspired by 'Olaf's Frozen Adventure'

We just made for auction, a beautiful custom handmade set of (3) 1/4 scale (16") Queen Elsa, Princess Anna and a 10" matching Olaf LE style dolls in their new 'Olaf's Frozen Adventure' attire and look!

Queen Elsa is wearing her dark blue velvet dramatic royal gown with faux fur off the shoulder collar with ab faux crystal gems embedded throughout! Her gown's bodice has faux crystal diamond gems and fractals adorning it as well as hundreds of tiny multi-sized faux crystal gems along the edge hem of of her skirt and sleeves! Her long train cape is a dark blue holographic mesh that glimmer and shines, with painstaking detailed 'fractal' of silver platinum HOLOGRAPHIC patterns all over it! On her feet are her translucent icy blue 'ice heels' shoes and she even sings an excerpt of "Let It Go" (Idina Menzel) when you wave (motion activated) in front of her! She has an 'on/off' switch on her left hip. (Batteries included.) She is absolutely stunning, with a custom gazing up faceup using all artist grade acrylics, varnish and blushes, plus gloss and pearlescents, real eyelashes, and with a holly branch and berries decor in her hair, with faux crystals and snowflakes all throughout her beautiful braid! Her body has semi-jointed elbows, shoulders, head, hip joints and the knees are jointed as well!

Princess Anna is wearing her pale blue velvet Norwegian style dress with fluffy faux fur around her shoulders, hood, and bolero/midriff jacket front with ab faux gems all over her outfit! Her teal bodice has violet lace down the center and a 'Saami' style sash belt with hundreds of tiny pink faux gems! Her sleeve cuffs and skirt hem have 3 rows of varying size white pompom trim (so cute!) and her skirt, which is fully lined in a super soft fleece, has her bells and reindeer rosemaling all around it! These patterns even have faux gems and pearls all over them for added LE detailing! Underneath her skirt, she is wearing white lined pantalettes and a holographic fuschia/magenta mesh petticoat skirt with cream organza and holo sequin trim! Her boots are pearlescent blue with silver fancy detailing and her gloves are teal velvet with faux crystal patterns on the tops! She is absolutely gorgeous, with a custom gazing up faceup using all artist grade acrylics, varnish and blushes, plus gloss and pearlescents, real eyelashes and thick beautiful ginger orange braids! Her body has jointed wrists, jointed right elbow (left elbow is non poseable), shoulders, head, hip joints and the knees are jointed as well!

Olaf is so cute, approx 10" tall with a wide open mouth, plush velvet body and a nose you can switch out between a candy cane (as seen in "Olaf's Frozen Adventure") or his cute little orange carrot nose!

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June Contest Submission #13: Under the Stars

Stars visibly winked and gave life to the otherwise darkened sky void of any clouds. The yellow ball had long since gone and disappeared through the night, leaving no other traces of its existence other than the brilliant glow of the moon. A warm breeze blew past and strands of red and yellow-white hair swayed with its every breath.

“That was fun!” The words that were delivered with a gleeful spirit was dimmed by the raw effort exerted by its messenger’s rough voice. “I’m glad I get to see Olaf and the kids playing around like that.”

“Even when they broke the vase?”

“Hey, I used to break some! Even picture frames, plates, glasses- and oh! There’s also Mr. Weselton’s window,” Anna giggled. “It’s part of growing up. Experiencing new things, creating memories, having something to look back on once we get older…”

Ah, memories. Anna had always done everything with a confidence and enthusiasm that never failed to amuse Elsa. She sang even when the tone was off, danced as if she didn’t have two left feet, baked even when she sometimes ended up eating them all before sharing them to someone, and even tried pineapple on her pizza for the mere reason that she needed to know why other people liked it.

The risk of camping outdoors, doing silly challenges people do online… Nothing ever held her back. At first, Elsa thought it was because Anna was a natural adventurer. Just a girl with a sunny disposition or someone who was innately curious about many things. However, time continued to move forward and Elsa’s knowledge of who Anna truly was grew over its course.

As they lied on the plush sofa outside their massive balcony underneath the starry sky, with those twinkling dust serving as an audience to the possibly last proclamation of their love for one another, Elsa hated the reason more than ever.

“I know.” These pathetic words were the only thing she could whisper as the beating inside her chest choked the rest. Every forceful beat of her heart was a testament to how alive she was in contrast to her wife’s slow, soft beat.

“Elsa?” Worried teal eyes turned to her, the dark circles around them doing little to taint what Elsa still thought of as beautiful. “What’s the matter?”

Her muscles stiffened and she inwardly cursed when the worry only grew on Anna’s face. “I’m okay.” A frown replaced the concern and Elsa’s hold on a skinny shoulder tightened. Damn it, it was torture seeing the effort put on that one shift of emotion. “I’ll be fine,” she promised.

“No, Elsa. What is it?” Anna urged, her voice raspy but determined.

Timid though her actions were, Elsa could trace the unmistakable hint of Anna’s burning passion. The question was a clear indicator that she already knew what was running inside Elsa’s head and that she was leaving her with no way out.

Elsa’s gaze fell to her clothed chest where her fragile wife’s left hand laid. On the fourth finger was the band that sealed their love a year ago, a shiny aquamarine stone hugged by two silver wings resting in its center. Elsa gently reached for the hand and swallowed thickly as her vision began to blur.

“I’m not ready,” she begrudgingly admitted. The energy lacked, but Anna somehow managed to return a portion of Elsa’s firm touch, giving her a silent encouragement to continue. “I… I don’t know what’s going to happen to me, Anna. I don’t know how I’m going to cope waking up without you there. To… To continue living… without you. What am I going to do when…?”

Leukemia was an unfair enemy. Most of the time, it played with people’s emotions—the patient’s or their families and friends’. One moment, a person who has it might be the liveliest on earth, and the next, he or she would be the weakest. For Anna, she was locked in an endless dance with it as her unpredictable partner. Her energy would come and go without a warning, doing as it pleased since she reached her late teenage years.

Some considered it a miracle that she even lasted this long. Maybe it was.

But Elsa wished she could last longer.

She hoped to wake up every day with Anna by her side, to kiss her wife good morning as the sun’s rays slipped through their window. She wanted to cook for her, to give her a relaxing massage if her muscles ached, and to sing her a song until she fell asleep. She dreamed of making passionate love and building a family together, prayed for a future with the woman wrapped in her arms.

But nothing hurts more than waking up every day and seeing the life slowly drain from a loved one. To see her sun-kissed skin become paler each day, to see the red of her lips turning blue, and, God, when Anna exerted great effort one morning trying to stand when only the day prior, she could run? It was a devastating sight.

Anna had been fighting this disease for too long, and she was tired.

“Elsa…”

“I’m sorry,” Elsa sniffed. “I… I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want to… be gloomy about this, but it…” As much as she tried to hold it in, the rawness of her emotions came out in a watery sob that bubbled from the back of her throat. “Y-You wanted to see them a-and…”

…to say goodbye.

The weak arms that wrapped around her trembling body comforted as much as a grain of rice could satiate a hungry beast. Elsa succeeded in keeping these thoughts to herself for the entire day, but now that they were alone and back in the comfort of their house, the thoughts and emotions burst rapidly like the waters from a broken dam.

“I-I tried, Anna. I tried not to think about it, to a-act normal for today, b-but—”

“Shh.” Anna gently placed her lips on the crown of Elsa’s head. “I know, baby. You did great.”

Somehow, Elsa found that hard to believe. “I—”

“Thank you.” Anna’s thanks earned her a confused look, but she didn’t explain further until Elsa calmed down enough to actually process her next words. “Thank you for holding it together, for trying to smile for me this entire time.”

With this, the tears rushed forth once again. Elsa wanted to silenced Anna, to kiss her in order to stop the words that she was certain would come out of her lips. The way Anna looked at her with those luminous eyes, talked to her with that type of gentleness…

She knew it was her turn.

But she couldn’t bring herself to stop it.

Teal eyes glossed over and a rueful, watery smile curved on pale lips. “I don’t want to die, Elsa. I don’t want to leave you,” Anna sobbed and reached up a hand to wipe away a few of Elsa’s unstoppable tears. “But… I don’t want to go to sleep and not wake up without giving you a proper goodbye.”

“P-Please…”

“I love you,” she said, ignoring Elsa’s plea for her to stop. “I love you and… I’m sorry I couldn’t give you the life you wanted for us. I’m… sorry I couldn’t fulfill our promise of… of growing old together.”

“Anna—”

“Elsa, plea—” A series of coughs stopped her mid-sentence and Elsa gritted her teeth, telling and convincing herself to listen because she knew, oh how she knew, that their remaining time together was limited and nearing its end. “You… You will be okay, baby. You,” Anna cupped her damped, rosy cheeks, “are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. And I’m very, very lucky to have met you and be your wife. Don’t forget that.”

Words were unspoken as they got lost in each other’s eyes. A mutual understanding surrounded them and as another gentle breeze blew past, Elsa squeezed the hand that was still on her cheek and nuzzled against it.

“I love you.”

The smile on Anna’s face was the brightest Elsa had ever seen since her health’s rapid decline. It was unbearably painful, her heart might as well be ripped to shreds, seeing this. But, at the same time, something inside of her was relieved.

The tension on Anna’s muscles relaxed and once again, she buried herself on Elsa’s side for a warm embrace. This close, it was easy to tell that her breathing had long intervals and the rise and fall of her chest were slower. With one last look in the sky, Elsa closed her eyes and kissed her wife’s forehead lovingly, pouring all her feelings into it.

Goodbye, my love.