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New interviews:  Alex opens up about Big Little Lies with The Hollywood Reporter and Entertainment Weekly!

WARNING: These interviews contains spoilers from the Big Little Lies season finale. Read at your own risk!

From The Hollywood Reporter:

The actor talks to THR about working with Nicole Kidman and that “brilliant” finale death.

“It’s obviously a huge problem in our society,” Skarsgard tells The Hollywood Reporter about the domestic violence storyline.

Skarsgard spoke further with THR about the importance of exploring Perry and Celeste’s relationship, the violent and “emotionally draining scenes” they shared and his character’s “brilliant” demise.

The Hollywood Reporter:  The show explores the real-life issue and severity of domestic abuse, violence and rape. Your character, Perry, is the abuser in these cases. Going into the role, what was your thought process on how to tackle these stories and portray this character?

Alex:  I thought it was such a rich script and the tone felt very unique. It felt like such an emotional roller coaster that I thought was brilliantly written. In terms of the character, I saw it as an opportunity to play an abusive husband who wasn’t this stereotypical abusive husband. It was such a well-fleshed out relationship and the dynamic between Perry and Celeste was fascinating to me. I saw it as an opportunity to find a character where you see him struggle with his demons as opposed to being the traditional wife-beater.

THR:  What makes him not the stereotypical abusive husband?

Alex:  She fell in love with this innocent kid that he’s got within him. In a way, he is like his sons. He’s a very social, outgoing guy and loves to have fun. In those moments, those demons are hidden far within him and then they come out. You do see that he’s struggling with it. He can’t control it. They just take over and consume him. What I thought was interesting about their relationship is it ties in with their sexuality as well and that makes it more difficult to leave him. She blames herself and says, “I’m an accomplice. I’m part of this.” When we have sex, it is very violent and I love that, but then she [thinks] “Maybe I push him too far.” Which she doesn’t, but she blames herself for it and feels that, deep down, he’s a good guy and a great dad and loves her and [she] can fix him and that he just has to deal with those demons. But he can’t. That’s what’s killing him inside. He can’t control it.

THR:  The abuse scenes are very violent. How difficult were those for you to shoot?

Alex:  They were really tough to shoot. Jean-Marc works in a way where it’s more like shooting a play than shooting a movie. It’s not traditional filmmaking in the sense where you have the master and two-shot and then you move in for coverage. There are no tape marks on the floor. It’s all existing lights and a handheld camera that roams around which is a great opportunity as an actor to explore this space and play around and find new things. One take can be very different from the previous. That really helped those scenes.

Nicole and I got to know each other really well before we started the project and spent time together and worked on our relationship. We just got to know each other. We both felt it was very important that when we step into that room and shoot those scenes, you have to get to a place of 100 percent trust. The scenes were emotionally and physically so draining. They’re incredibly hard to shoot. It was more about getting to know each other  and spending time together and working on that trust. And talking about their relationship and figuring out the nice part about these characters and how they connect and why they fell in love, what’s holding them together. We wanted to find that. We played the whole scene from beginning to end. We weren’t restricted by any tape marks on the floor or any technical issues. It was very primal in a way and some of the toughest scenes I’ve ever had to shoot. It was completely emotionally draining.

THR:  Nicole has spoken about how physically and emotionally draining they were for her. Have you spoken with her about that?

Alex:  It was important every day after shooting a scene like that to check in with each other and make sure that we would reconnect and talk about how we felt about it and what we went through. We both knew that jumping in your car and going home after a scene like that is very tough. You need to share that connection with the person you just went through that with. I had the best partner in the world with Nicole in doing that. She’s not only an extraordinary actress, but such a warm and generous person. That made it be even more difficult. 

THR:  How important is it to tell this story of domestic abuse on television?

Alex:  It’s very important. It’s obviously a huge problem in our society. It’s stigmatized. [Wives] are protective of their husbands and in certain cases they blame themselves and say, “It takes two to tango. I’m partly responsible for this.” They don’t really see themselves as victims sometimes. It’s not until you talk to someone outside that you can get an outside perspective and you realize then, “This is an abusive relationship that I shouldn’t be in.” It’s important to reach out and to have someone help you and talk to someone who can get you out of it. It’s not your responsibility to change another person.

THR:  Perry is obviously dead. What’s your take on the ending for your character?

Alex:  I love that they all gang up on him and kill him, in a way, together. It gets very primal and they’re all over him and kill him together in order to protect Celeste. It felt like something out of a nature documentary where you see a predator being attacked by smaller predators and by the sheer force of numbers they take him down. That’s what I had in my head where I was physically stronger than them as individuals, but together they brought me down. (Laughs.) I thought it was brilliant. 

THR:  What was filming that scene like?

Alex:  It was tough. It’s a very physical moment. But it was exciting and fun because we were all together. Up until that point, it had been a lot of separate stories. Those ladies are amazing women and so much fun to be around. So it was a fun two weeks of night shoots with all of them. We were all excited about the ending and how it all comes together. 
Big Little Lies finale: Alexander Skarsgård on why he may never get another job

THR:  What were the conversations with Jean-Marc like about who Perry is and how he reaches his fate in the end?

Alex:  I liked that the introduction to the family was dream like. It’s exactly what you want. They have beautiful kids, an amazing house, a great job, everything is perfect and then you crack the surface and see there’s a lot of darkness there. We were both excited about an opportunity to play this character who can be charming and a great dad, but there’s a switch and the lights go out and he’s not himself. With the camera watching the women in the very last scene, it leaves the ending open-ended. It’s Perry in his Elvis outfit, but with a broken neck up on the beach watching them. (Laughs.) It’s payback time. He’s back from the dead and it’s time for revenge. Season two will just be him killing them all off. (Laughs.)

THR:  Could there be more episodes? 

Alex:  It was set up as a miniseries. That was always the intention to leave it with them on the beach and living with this secret and accepting that and moving on with their lives. It leaves it open-ended in a way, but there’s no cliffhanger for another season or anything. 

Article source:  Brian Porreca for TheHollywoodReporter.com (x) via THR twitter (x)

From Entertainment Weekly:

As you probably know by now, Alexander Skarsgård’s Perry Wright died at the end of the seventh episode of Big Little Lies. Some might call it murder, some might prefer the ladies’ explanation that he fell to his death. Either way, Skarsgard made for an excellent villain. Regardless of the hate he inspired because of how he treated his wife, he also wanted to change and really did love Celeste. Those were some dark demons residing inside of him, demons he was unable to exorcise, regardless of how he tried.

We talked to Skarsgard about his character, the challenges of playing him, and why he’s pretty sure he’s not going to be working again in Hollywood anytime soon.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Your storyline with Nicole Kidman was one of the most compelling in the show. What was your first reaction when you read the scripts?

ALEXANDER SKARSGÅRD: I was very excited. I thought the tone was so unique. It’s funny and twisted and camp and then really dark and twisted. The pendulum would swing back and forth between different tones. I was very intrigued by the relationship between Celeste and Perry. I thought it was an opportunity to tell a story about an abusive husband that wasn’t a stereotypical wife-beater. I thought it was fascinating that he was a good dad, loves his kids, and adores his wife. On the surface, they have a perfect life and then he’s struggling with these demons and he doesn’t know how to handle that. It’s almost like a switch flips and he goes black and he goes violent.

EW:  The intimacy between your character and Nicole’s is really intense, both the violence and the sex. How did you two approach that? Was it difficult?

Alex:  We had some time to get to know each before we started filming. It was important to build that trust and understanding, knowing this journey we were about to embark on. It is a very physical relationship. It’s the envy of most people when they first see this couple. It’s too good to be true. The kids, the house, the sex, everything. There is more to it than that. It muddles the line because their sex life is violent and they both get off on it. It makes it difficult for her to draw the line, for her to feel that he’s abusive, because she feels like an accomplice. But there is a difference between liking it rough in the bed and pure abuse which he crosses that line early on. It’s tough and I think that’s what makes it interesting on a character level. Because it’s tough for her to move and to accept the fact that he’s bad for her and the kids. There is a lot of love. She loves him when he’s not abusive. In those moments he’s great. And that’s what makes it an interesting story.

EW:  Career-wise, what did you think about when you took this part?

Alex: I have a feeling this is going to be my last interview ever (laughs) because after Perry Wright, I’ll never get another job. But, hell, it was worth it.

EW:  Why do you think that? Because he’s such a monster?

Alex:  (Laughs) Yeah. I’ll never play leading man, that’s for sure.

EW:  So, you’ve typecast yourself?

Alex:  Sure, but if you ever need an abusive asshole, I’m your guy (laughs).

EW:  Did you take that into account when you signed on?

Alex:  Nah, I don’t ever think about that. I played a guy who had sex with an underage teenage girl in Diary of a Teenage Girl. I’m either drawn to material or I’m not. It’s a visceral reaction. There isn’t a strategy to it. I don’t think about what it’s going to do to my career. I always know instinctively if I’m right for something or I’m not. If I’m not intrigued by the character, I shouldn’t do it. In this case, it was easy. The material was so well written. It was such a fascinating character, albeit incredibly, incredibly dark. And I was drawn to him. He wasn’t a one-dimensional bad guy. It was very interesting. In the same way Monroe in Diary of a Teenage Girl wasn’t a typical bad guy. He was a soft, sweet guy and there was a lot of darkness there as well. I guess I’m drawn to that. That’s all I’ve got. When I read something, if I don’t want to learn more about that character, it’s not going to be something for me. 

Article Source:  Nicole Sperling for EW.com (x) via EW twitter (x)

Photo credit:  bradleycramp instagram (x): "The Perfect Family" (lol!) 

The Grammy-nominated singer signs off in time for Mother's Day

“I would describe myself as a mother, lover, writer, and singer, but always a mother first,” said Jhené Aiko via a long distance phone call from her car, which is stationed somewhere in Los Angeles. The Grammy-nominated musician is perhaps best known for her 2015 record Sail Out and her recent collaborative album with boyfriend, the rapper Big Sean under the collective name Twenty88, but is more interested in discussing the trials and tribulations of motherhood and her love of poetry than charting her meteoric rise to fame that began over a decade ago.

Born Jhené Aiko Efuru Chilombo, the star cut her teeth singing backup for late ‘90s boy band B2K, before dropping out of a deal with Sony to release her debut album to focus on her education. “I was still a teenager and I needed to take some time to find my purpose,” she reflects. That purpose came in the form of Jhené’s first and only pregnancy to date. The singer gave birth to daughter Namiko Love at the age of 20 in 2008. “I never intended to have a baby so young, but as soon as I found out I was pregnant, I was overwhelmed with a new focus and drive. I knew I didn’t want a regular job, I wanted to provide a life for me and my daughter that was beyond myself.” Around that time, the singer made her first mixtape and it’s been a steady uphill trajectory from there.

Here, Jhené explains why motherhood will always be her biggest inspiration—and spells out why single moms in particular shouldn’t be afraid to wear the maternal pants around the house all the time if they damn well want to:

FLASHBACK

“I grew up the youngest of five children. My dad is a doctor, but an aspiring singer songwriter, so I was always around music. Living in L.A., there were so many opportunities, so it was easy for me to fall into it professionally as a young teen. I was signed to a record label until I was 16 and decided to take a break. Everything changed when I was 20 and got unexpectedly pregnant. It made me focus and connect with who I was and who I wanted to be. While Namiko was still in my belly, I did my first mixtape, signed a new record deal with Def Jam—and here we are today.”

DRIVE TO THE MUSIC

“I’ve always loved poetry. Ever since I first started songwriting, my process begins with a short story or a poem. I carry a notebook around with me everywhere in readiness for when inspiration for a lyric or a line hits. Sometimes I’ll hear music with my words and that’s when I’ll write the melody. I hardly ever listen to other people’s music as I want to try and keep my sound as clear and original as possible. Sometimes, when I get writer’s block, I just go for a really long drive and hum in my car until something starts to resonate.”

DAY JOB

“My daughter and my family are the driving force behind everything that I do. My baby helps me stay working and motivated all day long, seven days a week. Everyday I am inspired by my real life situation; I deal with my emotions by striving to keep creating and moving through the world with as much grace and ease as possible.”

MOTHER KNOWS BEST

“Whether you’re a singer or a nurse, being away from your child is one of the toughest things a mother has to do. You are their support, the person who puts food on their plate. There’s no easy way to be a mom and it can be even harder for single moms like me. I’m not with my daughter’s father, but I’m lucky that I have a large and supportive family who are loving and caring for my baby every day when I’m traveling on tour or away. The older she gets, the more she’ll be able to travel with me, but right now all I can say is—thank god for FaceTime. If anything, I hope that my story inspires other young moms to feel strong and driven. You can be responsible for your own income, provide a roof over your child’s head, be nurturing, maternal, and wear as many pants around the house as you need to. Moms—we can do it all.”

ROLE PLAY

“My mom is my number one role model. To me, she is the best mom in the world. She is completely selfless. I’m also inspired by the hardworking women I see working a nine to five job everyday. Everyone is going through something and hardworking women don’t get enough recognition.”

LET IT GO

“I think that as I get older, I get better and better at living in the moment. I don’t hold onto expectations the way that I used to anymore. Living in the past is a kind of torture; you can’t hold onto what no longer exists. I’m still learning, but I’m thankful everyday for the life that I continue to build.”

FORGET THE HATERS

“Most people are their own worst critic and I’m no different. I know that my own fears hold me back the most. Sometimes, the critic in me will tell me that I’m not special, pretty, or clever enough. It can be hard to talk that critic down, but it’s definitely easier to do it now than when I was younger.”

THE GAME

“I’m always working and writing music. I have an idea to put out a project that’s a little bit of everything soon. It’s like a big art project with music and poetry. When it’s ready, it’s ready. I’ve been working on it since I put out my first mixtape all those years ago. I’m also working on confirming some really exciting performances. As soon as I know, I’ll let my fans know on Twitter too.”

FUTURE PERFECT

“I am really proud of my recent releases and I hope to be able to continue sharing my art with the world. More than that, I hope I stay grounded and true to myself as a mom, daughter, lover, and friend. It’s easy to get caught up in the extra curricular activities in the entertainment industry, so I know I have to work hard on staying true to my own path. I’m still young, so sometimes I take two steps forward and two steps back, but that’s ok if it helps me live my true purpose to just be me.”

PRO TIPS

“To anyone who aspires to follow my career path, the only real guidance I can give it to take your time, be patient, and learn to be yourself. Ask yourself why you want to do this. If you’re honest, maybe you don’t want to be famous or maybe you just want the money. When you find that truth, stick to it and remember that shortcuts don’t lead to the best outcome. Above all, tell your inner critic to be quiet and surround yourself with positive people who help motivate you.”

SOUNDING OFF

“My music is a pure reflection of myself. It can be blues, jazz, alternative, folk, electronic, hip-hop—a mashup of everything. For the most part, I want my work to be chill and easy to listen to. I personally love to listen to music when I’m alone or driving, so I like to imagine that other people might find my songs meditative in similar situations.”

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300+ RP Starters Inspired by My Favorite Animated Movies

//I felt inspired after re-watching some of my all-time favorite movies that i used to watch almost everyday when i was a kid, so here it is: a list of short starters inspired by Balto and Anastasia!

Edit: This was a mistake. I repeat, this was a mistake. Kids, do not attempt this at home. Do not spend hours making a silly starter list that will eat you alive and cause tumblr to crash twice cries i need a movie and a blanket bye

  • “It’s been so long since my last visit…”
  • “Years and years ago, way before you were born.”
  • “We’re in the middle of nowhere!”
  • “We’re in the middle of New York City!”
  • “You’re gonna make yourself tired walking so long.”
  • “What are we looking for, anyway?”
  • “What place is that?”
  • “It was snowing hard.”
  • “We’re not gonna make it!”
  • “Three mile marker!”
  • “Get your slobbering mouth off me!”
  • “We can cut around the back and catch the end of the race.”
  • “No, no, no! I’m…a delicate, country bird. I hate going into town!”
  • “Come on, what’s the worst that can happen?”
  • “Why do I let you talk me into these things?”
  • “Bring that back, you thief!”
  • “Come on, we don’t want to miss the finish.”
  • “Woah, that would be a tragedy.”
  • “I was being sarcastic.”
  • “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
  • “When will you learn to stay on the sidelines?”
  • “Well, now you’ve hurt his feelings!”
  • “There are some things I cannot do for you. I’m me ..not Cupid.”
  • “Didn’t make the team?”
  • “Don’t listen to him…don’t look at him. Live a long life.”
  • “Just leave him out of this!”
  • “You’re… taking care of me?”
  • “Don’t thank me.”
  • “No hugging.”
  • “What are you talkin’ about? Of course he’s glad to see us. He loves us.”
  • “Race you to the shore, one two three go!”
  • “What, more whimpering? Between you and [insert name] is like Dostoyevski novel around here. Lighten up!”
  • “And what is so interesting?”
  • “Nah…she’s not my type.”
  • “Look, uh, it’s just a shot in the dark, but I was wondering if ah, I dunno, maybe you’d like to go…chase a few sticks by moonlight?”
  • “In a hospital? Why?”
  • “ I have the keys to the city”
  • “Stay close.”
  • “Gloomy? You kiddin’? It’s the most beautiful spot in the world! People travel for years just to be right here.”
  • “Well I have another blanket for you right here, you just stay warm and get some rest.”
  • “I didn;t mean to upset you.”
  • “Racing in a spectator sport, it requires very little preparation! You sit, you arrange refreshments. You like potato chip?”
  • “You said what?!?”
  • “First of all, get it through your head that they wouldn’t put you in a sled team even if you did win, which won’t happen and if it did it wouldn’t matter!”
  • “Did you ever think that maybe you’re the reason geese fly south?”
  • “ If only your feet were as fast as your mouth.”
  • “Luck? I don’t wish you luck, I wish you SENSE!”
  • “Good luck, kiddo.”
  • “You’re even more mixed up than I thought.”
  • “You see those teeth?”
  • “I am not lost!”
  • “They missed their second checkpoint. They’re off the trail.”
  • “We’re going to lose them.”
  • “Don’t go crazy on me now!”
  • “This is foolishness! You will die like a dog!” 
  • “ You will be frozen stiff by morning! When you are big frozen stiff statue named [insert character name], don’t come running to me!”
  • “Yes! Yes, count us in!”
  • “Wait a minute… Now you’re coming?”
  • “Spending days in bitter cold, facing wild animals, risking death from exposure? Heh heh heh heh! Is like holiday in Old Country.”
  • “Good, you took on the roughest, toughest, meanest tree in the forest… and you won. Hmph!”
  • “I’m marking the trail.”
  • “He’s marking our trail. He’s very clever.”
  • “And here I’ve been dropping bread crumbs.”
  • “Boy, is he lost.”
  • “We’re going in circles!”
  • “I know what I’m doing! It’s…this way! Come on!”
  • “Oww! I hit my head on somethin’.”
  • “Yeah, my head.”
  • “Is that your answer to all problems? Motion?”
  • “I don’t see them!”
  • “Come to life, come to life…BREATHE! Come on…”
  • “Is-he-gonna-be-okay-is-he-gonna-be-okay-coz-he’s-not-breathing-he-doesn’t-look-very-well– Stop hitting him!”
  • “Look, a message came through, we have to take the mountain trail.”
  • “ I’m beginning to see there isn’t anything you can’t do.”
  • “I’m seeing a few things too…and it’s making the ice melt…”
  • “I HATE BEARS!”
  • “You oughta learn how to swim someday…”
  • “You’re going on alone?”
  • “Won’t be the first time.”
  • “I do not like leaving you out here alone! Who’s going to tell you how cold you are?”
  • “Maybe we should listen to him.”
  • “Since when do you need a pedigree to help someone?”
  • “I… don’t want to fight.”
  • “That can’t be legal.”
  • “Hey! Hey! Goin’… too… fast!”
  • “Well…he’s tracking them.”
  • “You’re alive! You’re back! Where ya been? Are ya okay?”
  • “Yeah, what happened to you?”
  • “You know he… he just wanted so much to be a hero in your eyes.”
  • “He couldn’t see the patch of ice…the snow, the wind…and then the log…sniff…and the cliff, well he just didn’t have a chan-… He just… I’m sorry… ”
  • “He… made me promise to take… care of you”
  • “You’re lying.”
  • “Oh great, things are not bad enough! Now we got wolves!”
  • “That’s the most amazing, the most fantastic, that is the most incredible, that’s the most phenomenal, I… I never…”
  • “I can explain.”
  • “Steady there, steady.”
  • “Easy now, that’s had a long journey.”
  • “He’s gonna be okay.”
  • “There’s someone who wants to see you.”
  • “I fell asleep.”
  • “They should build a statue of him!”
  • “ Maybe, with practice… a lot of practice.”
  • For me?! Is it a jewelry box?!”
  • “Pretend that it’s me singing.”
  • “But I am your confidante.”
  • “My music box!”
  • “Keep up with me, darling!”
  • “I never saw her again.”
  • “My underwear got frozen standing here all week!”
  • “Thank goodness for the gossip that gets us through the day!”
  • “Have you heard what they’re saying on the street?”
  • “It’s a rumor that’s part of our history.”
  • “I’ve got my part done.”
  • “It could be worth a fortune if it belonged to her.”
  • “Everything is going according to the plan.”
  • “We’ll have three tickets out of here.”
  • “Who else could pull it off but you and me?”
  • “We’ll be rich!”
  • “ I got you a job in the fish factory.”
  • “You go straight down this path till you get to the fork in the road, then go left.”
  • “Are you listening?”
  • “You’ve been a thorn in my side since you were brought here.”
  • “And for the last ten years I’ve fed you, I’ve clothed you. I’ve kept a roof over your head–”
  • “How is it you don’t have a clue as to who you were before you came to us but you can remember all that?”
  • “So, you want to go to France to find your family, huh?”
  • “It’s time to take your place in life.”
  • “And be grateful too.”
  • “I am grateful. Grateful to get away!”
  • “Well, I know what’s to the left.”
  • “But if I go right…”
  • “Send me a sign, a hint, anything.”
  • “I don’t have time to play right now.”
  • “I’m waiting for a sign.”
  • “Would you please leave me alone?”
  • “I can take a hint.”
  • “Heart, don’t fail me now.”
  • “Don’t turn back now that we’re here.”
  • “People always say life is full of choices.”
  • “No one ever mentions fear.”
  • “I know someone’s waiting.”
  • “Years of dreams just can’t be wrong.”
  • “One step at a time.”
  • “One hope, then another.”
  • “Who knows where this road may go?”
  • “One ticket to Paris please.”
  • “No exit visa, no ticket.”
  • “Where can I find him?”
  • “At the old palace, but you didn’t hear it from me.”
  • “And I look like a princess, and I dance like a feather.”
  • “Next please!”
  • “We’ll find her. She’s here somewhere, right under our noses.”
  • “Do you know where that is?”
  • “Did you hear something?”
  • “Anybody home?”
  • “This place is… it’s like a memory from a dream.”
  • “I almost remember.”
  • “What are you doing in here!”
  • “Stop stop stop stop stop stop. Hold on a minute.”
  • ”How did you get in here?”
  • “Excuse me child.”
  • “Do you see what I see?”
  • “Perhaps. Depends on who’s asking.”
  • “I need travel papers.”
  • “Look, I know it’s strange, but I don’t remember. I have very few memories of my past.”
  • “You do kind of resemble her/him.”
  • “Are you trying to tell me that you think I am the grand duchess?”
  • “Ever thought about the possibility?”
  • “I could be royalty?”
  • “Why didn’t you tell her about our brilliant plan?”
  • “I’m telling you, we’re walking away too soon.”
  • “I got it under control.”
  • “Walk a little slower.”
  • “Three… Two… One…”
  • “Did you call me?”
  • “It’s all just an honest mistake.”
  • “Sounds plausible.”
  • “Either way, it gets you to Paris.”
  • “The dog stays.”
  • “What are you talking about, the dog goes.”
  • “The dog does not go.”
  • “I say he’s going.”
  • “I’m allergic to dogs.”
  • “Am I right my friend?”
  • “Enough already with the glowing and the smoke people!”
  • “Just leave the dog.”
  • “I am not leaving the dog.”
  • “Come, we’ve got a train to catch.”
  • “Who dares intrude on my solitude?”
  • “Get out! Get out! OUT!”
  • “Is that you?”
  • “Something’s happened.”
  • “I knew it!”
  • “Yeah, ain’t that a kick in the head!”
  • “I guess a curse just ain’t what it used to be, huh?”
  • “I’m stuck here in limbo!”
  • “Look at me. I’m falling apart. I’m a wreck.”
  • “Is this the face of someone who would lie to you?”
  • “Come on, for a minute there, you had your old spark back!”
  • “What, you mean this old thing?”
  • “Where did you get that?”
  • “Alright, alright. Don’t get so grabby.”
  • “Terror’s the least I can do.”
  • “Stop fiddling with that thing!”
  • “I make it my business to know.”
  • “Look, I’m just trying to help, alright?”
  • “Do you really think I’m royalty?”
  • “Stop bossing me around!”
  • “Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot.”
  • “Apology? Who said anything about an apology?”
  • “Don’t talk anymore, okay? It’s only gonna upset me.”
  • “You think you’re gonna miss it?”
  • “What is it with you and homes?”
  • “Thank goodness it’s you. Just please remove him from my sight.”
  • “What have you done to her?”
  • “I was just trying to have a simple conversation.”
  • “Attraction? To that skinny little brat … have you lost your mind?”
  • “I was only asking a simple question.”
  • “How rude.”
  • “I propose we get off this train.”
  • “Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
  • “I think you broke my nose!”
  • “We’ll freeze in here.”
  • “Get off of me!
  • “I think someone has flambaed our engine.”
  • “We’re going way too fast.”
  • “After you.”
  • “Come on, I need a wrench, an ax, anything!”
  • “Come on, there’s gotta be something in there better than this.”
  • “What do they teach you in those orphanages?”
  • “You were saying?”
  • “Give me a hand with this.”
  • “If we live through this, remind me to thank you.”
  • “Here goes nothing.”
  • “Well, this is my stop.”
  • “I hate trains. Remind me never to get on a train again.”
  • “Wow, hey take it easy there.”
  • “You know, really you should watch your blood pressure.”
  • “Ah, you’re right. It’s very upsetting.”
  • “You idiot!”
  • “What are you muttering about?”
  • “Nobody ever told me I had to prove it!”
  • “Show up – yes. Look nice? Fine. But lie?!”
  • “You don’t know it’s a lie. What if it’s true?”
  • “I just thought this was something you had to see through to the end no matter what.”
  • “You’d behave when your father gave that look.”
  • “What happens now?”
  • “If I can learn to do it, you can learn to do it.”
  • “Follow in my footsteps, shoe by shoe.”
  • “I hear he’s gotten very fat..”
  • “Here, I bought you a dress.”
  • “That dress is really beautiful.”
  • “I’m feeling a little dizzy.”
  • “Maybe we should stop.”
  • “Pretty jewelry box, isn’t it?’
  • “Are you sure that’s what it is?”
  • “Anything’s possible.”
  • “Hello, sunshine.”
  • “Come into the water!”
  • “It was a nightmare. It’s alright, you’re safe now.”
  • “I am calm.”
  • “I am heartless. I have no feelings whatsoever.”
  • “I feel a sudden onset of clarity.”
  • “You know what they say. If you want something done right…”
  • “We won’t be fooled next time.”
  • “My heart can’t take it anymore.”
  • “That’s why you’ve got me.”
  • “Well this is unexpected.”
  • “You hear that? You did it!”
  • “I refuse to budge till an answer occurs to you.”
  • “Do you like the Russian Ballet?”
  • “Here, have a flower on me.”
  • “Forget where you’re from.”
  • “Come dance through the night!”
  • “We don’t have anything to be nervous about.”
  • “Princesses don’t marry kitchen boys.”
  • “We’re going to go through with this as if nothing has changed.”
  • “You’ve got to tell her.”
  • “Everything’s gonna be fine.”
  • “Come on, I guess it’s time.”
  • “Relax, you’re gonna do great.”
  • “Look, we’ve been through a lot together…”
  • “I intend you no harm.”
  • “Wait, don’t go, please! If you’ll just hear me out!”
  • “No, it’s not that, it’s not what you think.”
  • “How much pain will you inflict on an old woman for money?”
  • “It was all a lie, wasn’t it?”
  • “ No, no, no, no look it may have started out that way… but everything’s different now.”
  • “Stop it! From the very beginning you lied… and I not only believed you, I, I actually..”
  • “I don’t want to hear about anything I said or remembered! You just leave me alone!”
  • “You have to know the truth.”
  • “Stop this car immediately.”
  • “You’ll stop at nothing, will you?”
  • “I’m probably about as stubborn as you are.”
  • “What happened to the party idea?”
  • “Forget the girl!”
  • “I remember now, how much I loved them.”
  • “You sent for me?”
  • “You were the boy, weren’t you?”
  • “Why the change of mind?”
  • “Trust me, this is the only thing I’m doing right.”
  • “I can’t stay. I don’t belong here.”
  • “You’re next.”
  • “You’re on your own.”
  • “This can only end in tears.”
  • “I’m not afraid of you.”
  • “You can thank me later.”
  • “You’ll get a kick out of this!”
  • “Right, I couldn’t have aid it better myself!”
  • “They’ve eloped. Isn’t it romantic?”
  • “It’s a perfect beginning.”
I Once Was the Law

Originally posted by themegalosaurus


Seemed the moment I met inmate 111967 he had been setting me on fire the whole time and now everything we touched, we burned to the ground.

I was a guard at the local penitentiary and it never surprised me when the cocky prisoners would try to make a pass at me.

Until inmate 111967 showed up, all shaggy hair and dimples.

That’s when I knew I was either going to get my heart broken or break him out myself.

We met in the showers regularly and not once did we get caught, too in control of our own devices.

Hushed fucking, easy clean up, and those dimples.

His name was Sam.

I used to be a guard at the local penitentiary, I was the law, now I’m running from the law, and we don’t have to be quiet anymore when we fuck.

I always prided myself in my criminal justice classes and when I would ace an exam I’d treat myself to some crime show on demand, like CSI, or my favorite show, Prison Break.

When I got the job at the local penitentiary, I was one of two female officers. I carried a club, taser, and cuffs.  More for my own protection than the inmates.  I was on the receiving end of cat calls, attempted ass grabs, and I was quick to put them in their place.  Maybe that’s why they did what they did; they just wanted attention and being surrounded by goons, gang members, and psychopaths, a little female attention went a long way.

One day though, that all changed.  This newbie arrived, “fresh meat” to the crew, with shaggy brown hair, eyes the color of a lion’s mane caught in the sunshine, and these freakin’ dimples I wanted to plunge my tongue into…dip, dip, dip.  Extreme case of narcissistic personality disorder, Samuel Winchester, inmate number 111967 knew just how good looking he was and knew that regardless of his crimes, he had my attention from day one.  

I’m not going to go into detail about his crimes, because yes, I fully believed that the justice system did him wrong.  I didn’t get to where I was because I had a great rack and no brain.  I did in fact have a great rack, a nice ass, personality to boot, but my Law Degree held it’s own standing. Inmate 111967 was innocent, cocky as all hell, but being one of the few officers who had her ins with the Warden, I took a strong liking to his case.  He was up for parole in 18 months.  Maybe, just maybe I could knock it down to 6.  

Our initial meetings were just that, formal, down to the nitty gritty, rehashing his “incidents with the defendants”, yes plural, and his background history.  He came from a history of child abuse, alcoholic father, murdered mother, and a brother who was just as much a criminal as the others in this facility.  I had heard of the infamous Dean Winchester through my studies.  He to this day was a fugitive of the law.  He was just that damn good at hiding.  Sam, not so much.  He confessed under duress.  Looking back maybe I misjudged, but I wasn’t at all thinking with my brain anymore.  I was thinking with my labia, my clitoris, my cunt, my heart.

Which now brings me to my favorite show, and I get it, how cheesy was it that I thought I could break him out on my own?  But Prison Break had some great ideas, good plots, and I wasn’t the stupid nurse,, no offense to her, but I was the least one expected to fall for an inmate.  My father was the Warden.   Did I forget to mention that?  Warden Singer.  Toughest man in the state of Kansas.  Biggest heart of gold.  Easily manipulated by his sweet heart, tough cookie, of a daughter, I used my contacts in the FBI to contact Dean Winchester’s latest flop house.  Not too far from where we were situated in Lebanon, Dean Winchester was “found, plead guilty, and sentenced to Fort Kansas”.

That’s how my plan started.  Bring in the one notorious for staying out of the prison system and break the one who wouldn’t make it another day without me on the inside, from the inside.  

Dean caused a riot, beat the ever living snot out of six guards, four prisoners, and hardly had a scratch on him.  However before they carted him to solitary, he had to visit Nurse Ratchet and that’s when Sam and I made our move.  We used a sedative to knock out the nurse, bandaged both brothers up, I donned scrubs over my uniform, and I hijacked the keys from my father’s belt.  Simple hug and tug, that’s what Sam called it.  I was a quick study.  

I went from following the law to breaking it within a week and as we made our way towards the ambulance with one “dead body” and one needing immediate surgery, the prison was in our rearview.  Dean and Sam hugged, then parted, the eldest Winchester shook his head and told me he’d be seeing me again, “Bonnie” to his brother’s “Clyde”.  I kinda hoped we never would see him again’; he’s the one who got my blood boiling and not in the rapture sort of way.  That one was wicked like sin.

Our first mission was to remove any tracking from the ambulance, lit the sucker on fire, and made it across the state line to a farmhouse I had inherited from my mother Ellen’s side of the family.  Knowing that’s the first place my father would look, we fucked like rabbits, showered in the small confines of the cabin bathroom, and burned all our belongings.  IDs, licenses, everything.  I only kept my taser, cuffs, and baton.  Sam said the cuffs would come in handy one night.  I was holding him to the promise.  Sam donned some of my father’s old clothes, a flannel, jeans, and work boots, and a trucker hat, that made me giggle.  I had my step sister’s old stash of clothes and threw on jeans, boots, a henley, and tossed a flannel atop of all that.  We packed up two rucksacks and began our hike through the trail, the cabin aflame in distance.  

Seemed the moment I met inmate 11967 he had been setting me on fire the whole time and now everything we touched, we burned to the ground.

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Prince of Hell

Character(s): Crowley

Warning: None

Word Count: 676

Request:  Do you think you could write something where Crowley and the reader are expecting a child? Just thought it would be cute since Mark’s fiancee is pregnant.

Fic:

   “How is my queen this morning?” Crowley sidles up behind you and loops his arms around your waist.

   “Bored. I wanna kill something.”

   “Maybe I could let you organize a few soul collections. There’s a few scheduled to be collected this afternoon.”

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anonymous asked:

hawke/anders ♖ or ♜? i'm really into these two de-stressing together

 Here you go nonny! I combined this with a recent Garrett Hawke Biceps Appreciation post, to produce this little Red Hawke/Anders thingie.


Hawke threw open the door to Anders’ clinic with a crash. It bounced off the far wall and splinters flew, and Hawke felt a pang of guilt for the damage; he hadn’t meant to wreck Anders’ home, but he was too furious to see straight.

 Fucking bigoted Marcher arseholes. Hawke had returned home after a long night of patrolling – patrolling their  streets, keeping their  people safe from their stupid bloody gangs – to find that some hilarious jokester had left a dog’s food dish wrapped in a bow on his front doorstep with a “Welcome Dog Lords” label attached. Blighted charming.

 "Hawke?“ Anders stuck his head out of the next room. His sleeves were tied back, his hands stained today not with blood but with a greenish plant residue. He always smelled of elfroot, but the smell was sharper, greener today, a breath of nature in the dark underbelly of the city. The sight of him helped calm a little bit of Hawke’s boiling rage – as usual – but it still seethed under his skin, seeking an outlet.

 Anders came out, wiping his hands on a damp rag. “Was that you? Maker, I thought the Templars were invading my clinic.”

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Hocus Pocus

Author: Dee

Request: Hi there! Love your blog! I’ve been going through your taglist a bunch and noticed you’ve never written a fic involving witches. My request is this: reader is a hunter who’s going undercover in a coven, Sam and Dean end up on the same hunt and mistake her as a witch and take her as a prisoner. The rest is up to you. Eventual Sam x Reader please and maybe multi-parts?

A/N: Right…. well wish me luck.

The cool night air hit you as you walked outside. The sky was empty of stars, the only visible break in the ink black canvas was the full moon. You gripped the soft leather in your hands tighter, hoping they’d work correctly. A lot of people would be screwed if they didn’t. 

The rustle of the wind and the occasional car filled your ears. You could see the house right up ahead, your destination. It was a short house with only one window and an awful tan paint job. It seemed normal enough, fitting in easily with the quiet suburban neighborhood, even despite its residents.

Sure they seemed normal enough in public, their hair styled and their nails painted, smelling like they’d been stuck in the perfume department in the mall for half their life. It was better than the smell of dead animals though, and the strange musky sent of the herbs you could never quite identify. They were smart, you had to give them that. 

Smarter than you, you thought briefly, wondering if your plan would even come close to working. They’d been doing this crap for years, and your only knowledge was based off of what you’d seen from the past week and a half. Winning the trust of a coven hadn’t been easy, or fast to say the least, and taking these bitches out was proving to be much harder then you’d anticipated. 

Hunting witches was never easy. You knew that from past hunts, and other hunter’s experiences, but these ones were particularly tricky. 

Witches tended to use their powers for most of the same reasons. Killing enemies, or the people who’d done them wrong, gaining money or power, and cursing people. Not these ones. 

Ignoring the fact that they were also much more powerful than the normal witch, they wanted different things as well. They were constantly building up their powers instead. Creating strange concoctions from the organs of animals, eating the hearts and livers among other things, mixing them with this and that, downing various discolored cups of mush. 

The whole process was pretty disgusting. You’d have much preferred the usual “my husband cheated on me so I’m going to cut off his baby maker and curse the hell out of his mistress” witches. Not like your opinion mattered in this job.

You shoved the little pouches in your pocket, making sure they weren’t visible, and knocked on the short little brown door at the front of the house. 

A tall blonde woman answered, the witch who led the group. She grabbed on to your arm, tugging you inside.

“We’re being watched,” Her voice was a hiss, her eyes narrowed as she spoke.

“Really, by who?” You tried to tug your arm from her grip, nearly punching the door in the process.

“Hunters,” The word was practically a growl on her lips. 

“Hunters?” You chose to play the dumb card, looking up at her in question. She nodded. 

“The bastards are practically every where sniffing us down like the disgusting dogs they are,” Okay, rude

“Huh never heard of them,” You shrugged, walking past her. “So uh what’s your plan to deal with these… hunter people,” She rolled her eyes at you pushing her way through you and in to the kitchen. 

“Don’t worry about that. Worry about your job.The sacrifices are in there,” She said, moving to stir something on the stove. “We have ten minutes.”

Right. This is what you’d prepared for. The weight of the hex bags in your pockets reassured you.

Three girls sat side by side, all placed against the living room wall. Sacrifices. You said the word over in your head. They had told you they were using a spell to summon something, but they hadn’t told you exactly what. 

You made your way over to the girls, standing in front of them. You couldn’t give them the hex bags until the spell began. That was the one flaw, you’d have to move fast. The protective charms only kicked in once the whole ceremony had started. 

You smiled softly at the trio, hoping to be somewhat of a comfort. Because surely the woman in all black standing in front of them with her hands suspiciously in her pockets as they’re all bound and gagged would surely help. Most definitely. You were pretty sure one of them was crying harder now. 

“Who knows- No- She’s upstairs- Soon-” You could only make out pieces of the conversation going on between the witches in the kitchen. The witches in the kitchen. Only something a hunter would find themselves thinking about on a regular day. 

“Do you sense that?” You moved closer to the kitchen door, trying to hear their words. “Someone’s in the-” A loud bang cut her off. A gun shot. You froze in place, pressing yourself up against the wall, making yourself as small as you could. 

Witches don’t need guns. Two more shots rang out followed by that strange slumping noise that meant someone was down. It was a noise you were much too accustomed to. 

“Maledicendum inimicis, maledicam vererer-” You could just hear the beginning of a spell when another bullet hit it’s target. Witches don’t need guns.

The thought went through your head again. Obviously this wasn’t anyone turning on each other. It had to be the hunters. The ones the coven had been talking about when you’d first walked in. Shit. Witches, demons they were easy. But humans? They were the toughest monsters of them all. There was no reasoning with them either, if they found you hidden with three sacrifices and hex bags in your pockets, that was it. That was the end. 

“That all?” You could hear a deep voice from behind the door, heavy footsteps moving slowly. 

“Looks like it. We should check the next room too, just to be sure- Dean don’t touch that,” The noise of a clattering pot filled your ears. Sounded like he’d touched it.

“Blech, what the hell is that? God, I hate witches. Friggin’ disgusting is what they are,” Someone sighed heavily from inside.

“Yeah, yeah, can we just get this job over with already?”

“Pushy much? Jeese, who raised you?”

“Take a wild guess,” You could practically feel the snark coming from the mans words as you tucked yourself against the space of wall between the door and where it would open. The living room was fairly open with the exception of a single couch, making it so there was absolutely no place to hide whatsoever. 

The door knob turned just inches from you, the door being pushed open so it nearly brushed against your nose. You shifted yourself, flattening your back out completely against the wall. 

“I’ve got the girls, you wanna check the room, Sam?” Sam. Dean. Sounded familiar. Strange.

“There’s nothing to check, man, there’s no where anyone could be hiding.”

“Okay then help-” A choked cough came from one of the girls.

“The door,” Her voice was nearly a croak and you almost felt bad for her. Almost. Surely if the bitch hadn’t just ratted you out you’d feel much more sympathetic. 

You tried to reach for your gun in the quietest way possible, not like you hadn’t already been given up. Your fingers barely reached your back in the awkward position you’d been crammed in to, no gun in reach. 

The door was pulled away from you quickly, the front of a gun staring you straight in the eye. You froze, your gaze drifting to the man behind it. He was tall. Very tall, with long chestnut hair and brown eyes. He was attractive, but then again he would’ve been way more attractive if he wasn’t pointing a gun in your face.

His eyes almost seemed to soften, looking at you with a strange mixture of sympathy and aggressiveness. You didn’t say a word, didn’t move a muscle, just stayed there exchanging his stare. You knew even if you tried to attack him, to run, he’d be able to take you down easy. Bullets were faster than humans after all.

“Jesus Sam, what’s taking you so long, just kill the bitch,” Another man came in to view, much shorter than the first and judging by his voice you were pretty sure it was Dean. Not that any of that mattered with the barrels of two guns now pointing in your face. 

You closed your eyes, waiting for the inevitable. Waiting for something that never came. 

“Wait-” You opened your eyes. The taller one- Sam -had his arm blocking Dean’s gun, his movement strangely protective. “We don’t know what they were doing, or if there’s more of them. We should probably keep her alive for information,” His words were rushed and a bit panicky. Strange. 

His excuse for keeping you alive wasn’t a great one and you silently wondered what his real motive was. Dean rolled his eyes, lowering his gun after a moment. 

“You and your disturbing reasonable senses,” He nudged a something silver towards the Sam, walking back to the three women, grumbling something about witches all the way there. 

Sam held the thing up from his hands- a pair of silver handcuffs. They looked identical to the ones you’d find with a police man, but with small signs carved around each cuff. 

“I’m not wearing those,” You glanced down at his hands. 

“Didn’t ask your opinion,” He grumbled, turning you around and locking them around your wrists. As soon as they were in place you were being forced out of the door and through the kitchen, finally ending up in the front yard standing beside a black Chevy. 

Dean followed the two of you out, the three girls trailing behind him. He walked up beside you, tugging on the handcuffs until you were standing in front of the trunk as he opened it. 

“What are you doing?” He grabbed on to the back of your legs, lifting you. He ignored your squirming and growls, setting you in the trunk.

“Just gettin’ you situated,” He gave you a snarky smile, looking down at you. You rolled your eyes.

“And they say chivalry is-” The slamming of the trunk cut off your sentence, darkness enveloping you completely. You let out a frustrated scream, kicking your feet in to the side of the trunk. There was no escaping this.

Prince!5SOS // Part 12 // Meeting Again

If you’re new to this series:

Prince!5SOS Fairytale AU Part 1


[ All of these takes place one year later ]

CALUM:

You sighed as you sat down in your throne, a heavy crown strewn with red rubies and white diamonds laying against your (h/c) mop of head, the crown this time having a dome shape on top made of bent strips of white-gold like the entire base of the crown, and above the dome shaped top was an archaic looking cross.

It was so different from the simple gold tiara you used to wear months back, or maybe even that diamond tiara you got from a ball one year ago, one you thought you’d never see once you left Wisteria but it arrived in a parcel just two weeks ago and you couldn’t help but think what a joke this is.

It’s been a year since you left Wisteria after all, and you didn’t exactly leave in the best conditions, both physically, and emotionally.

It took you a month after leaving Wisteria to get better from the strychnine poisoning, Levry having contacted foreign doctors apart from your own castle’s to make an antidote that would speed up both you and your mother’s recovery.

Levry managed to weed out the spies in your kingdom and send them into exile, banished from your land and never to return unless they ‘wanted their heads under a guillotine’ as Levry said. And quite a bunch managed to escape then go in hiding but there was nothing you could do for that anymore than just hope they won’t bother you again.

In Wisteria’s kingdom on the other hand, the queen and king became livid when they found out about your poisoning and had expressed their apologies with so many gifts which you had no choice but to accept despite the way those gifts seemed too gaudy for your liking.

It was only the king and queen of Wisteria who sent you the gifts though, occasionally Princess Mali-koa would send you letters reporting of her days or asking of yours, in which you responded to once you were able. But you’ve heard nothing from Calum, no letter or response to the many you’ve sent his way the first three months since you returned home.

The first month after you got cured, Levry was still a bit over protective about you going to Wisteria again, though she allowed letter and made you know she understood the royal family in Wisteria was not in any fault. Even the toughest securities had loopholes after all, and it was just your luck someone managed to find a crack in the system and use it against you.

Levry even supported your relationship with Calum when all the poisoning agendas where wrapped up.

With your best friend’s encouragement you religiously sent Calum letters weekly as soon as you were cured, daily if possible, but your schedule was becoming more and more hectic and left you no time to relax at all.

Your mother has been sick for about nine months by then after all, and you by four months, which meant you and your mother, had lots of things to do in order to get the royal household back in check.

Laws needed reviewing, sparking connections with other ally kingdoms needed to be done, there was also that party Levry had insisted for the worried townspeople who’ve been waiting on every announcement of you and your mother’s recoveries, and with majority of the queen’s advisors and other castle staff banished from the land after being proven guilty to being part of a cult wishing to overthrow the monarchy, there was so many things to do.

Two months of not receiving any replies you just stopped sending the prince anything. You occasionally sent Princess Mali-koa letters but they got lesser and lesser as the days progressed, every other day exchanges turning in to weekly, then monthly, and then just coming sporadically.

You believed it has been three months since you last sent Princess Mali-koa a letter, and it wasn’t that you were bitter about sending her a reply to her previous letter because her brother was obviously ignoring you. No, that wasn’t the case at all.

You were just truly busy this time around, busy with trying to get used to this stupid crown above your head and mending a heart that you weren’t doing a pretty good job at.

“How was the meeting, my Queen?”

You looked to the side of the throne to see Levry, blond hair now cut to fall just by her neck, her dark brown eyes showing you a glint of teasing that you didn’t like coming from her. You could tell she was planning something but you’d never know unless you asked.

Knowing Levry though, she wouldn’t tell you so you just sighed and faced her, resting your head on your bent left arm that was propped on one of your throne’s armrests.

“I told you not to call me that Lev.” You groaned, and your lady-in-waiting chuckled as you sighed. “I’m still not used to this… besides, I’m supposed to be in the study, the royal advisors have propositions about the upcoming ball and I—”

“I told you, I cancelled all your appointments today (F/n).” Your best friend said with a subtle smile. “Just relax, you need it. Since the coronation four months ago you haven’t gotten a proper break, and just so you know I’m still not used to this but as the newly appointed head of the royal household I have to put on this show otherwise the previous head will throw a fit.”

You chuckled at your best friend’s words, thinking about the old head of household who really was the type to be strict about titles in the royal family.

“Why am I in the throne room anyway?” You asked after a comfortable silence passed by, and Levry smiled at you before crossing her arms by her chest.

“Because someone requested an audience with you, and should be here in a couple minutes.”

“What?” You tensed up.

Your advisors usually informed you or Levry did, whenever you had to meet someone, and being the new queen placed a strain on you because you didn’t like how boring and proper your conversations had to be with other royalties now. You were informed in advanced to prepare for the visit and now Levry’s just telling you someone would be here in a few minutes?

“Don’t worry (F/n), this is a special case.” Levry smiled.

“What do you m—”

Before you could finish your sentence one of the knights in your kingdom opened the door and announced something, Levry then excusing herself to arrange dinner but neither her nor the knight’s words registered in your mind as you saw the unmistakable figure of Prince Calum be the now widely opened double doors.

And it was like your body had a mind of its own as you stood from the throne and slowly walked to him as if he was something you’ve never seen before, you just stopping a few steps away from the prince with furrowed eyebrows, your eyes developing a blur from the layer of unshed tears forming as you released a shaky breath.

Was this real?

Before you could do anything you were engulfed in a hug, your heart pounding in your chest as you wrapped your arms around him tight, his heartbeat against your ear making you squeeze your eyes shut and finally letting the tears fall.

“I missed you (F/n).” Calum murmured, and he gently pulled you off to cup your tear-stained cheeks before kissing you briefly but passionately. “I know you might hate me right now… I—I’m sorry I never replied but I read everything and I just—I was hunting down everyone related to the poisoning, it took me a year but I finally sent the last one to the dungeons.”

Calum held one of your hands, you then just going to rub your tears away with your free hand, making Calum look at you worriedly before he gently pried your hand away and used his thumbs to brush away the tears that still continued to fall.

“I thought you…”

“You know I would never stop loving you.” Calum stopped your words and you looked up to him, a smile on his face before he pressed kisses over and over again upon your lips, murmuring little ‘I love you’s while simultaneously wiping tears away from your eyes.

“You didn’t respond…” You began with a sob.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t come to the coronation…”

“(F/n), shh.” Calum chuckled as he kissed you again, loving this vulnerable side of you as he wanted nothing more than you just protect you from the world at the moment. “I’m here now okay?”

“But…”

Calum cut another one of your unnecessary ramblings off with a kiss, and this time when he parted he offered you a smile alongside words you didn’t know you needed to hear until that moment in time.

“I promise I’m here to stay this time around.”                              

ASHTON:

You paced about in your puffed up dress, hued a pastel yellow gradient that turned gray by the hem of the skirt sweeping the floor as you walked, a crown of sunflowers in your hair to match the bouquet you held in your hands nervously, the bundle of flowers tied by a thick silk ribbon you couldn’t help but tinker with as your anxiety shot through the roof.

Today was a special day and everything was planned to be perfect, but as you eyed the silver sword on the white sheets of the bed in the guest waiting room, you couldn’t help but think you’d mess up and just ruin everything today.

Of course not ruined in the scale with which you destroyed your own wedding—which thankfully didn’t push through—a year ago, but you thought it would still be disastrous if you made just one little blip of a mistake today because finally, after months of preparation which you had given a lot of hand in, it was finally your brother’s wedding day.

And it didn’t need to be said that you and your parents would attend, even if this wedding was going to be held in a country that took two weeks in a ship to travel.

Your brother has been a significant figure in your life and has been one of your best friends, his to-be wife becoming another one of your best friends when you went to her country by the sea four months ago to oversee and help the preparations for the wedding.

Your parents had to stay behind to keep the kingdom in check but they arrived just three days ago in this kingdom which you’ve grown to love so much what with all the kind people and the lively atmosphere as children swam in the frequent beaches this country had, or made seashell jewelry they gave you on occasion as you passed them by while taking random walks by the shore.

Back home there was the port too, and though it was every bit as beautiful, there’s just no denying the ocean here was just different. It gave you the feeling of the open, that rush of freedom and calmness as you caught the smell of the salty waters as a breeze blew by from the sea, and picked up the sounds of waves splashing against stone or sand.

The only thing you were scared of on the way here was the fact that the sea was dangerous with all the pirates lurking about, and it’s here you’re thankful your brother took the time to map out the safe areas so you could arrive safely.

In fact your brother and his fiancé wanted to travel with you or at least bring you along to them when they leave your kingdom, but you had duties to fulfill and just like your brother preparing for his joint wedding and coronation day as the king of a different country, you had to prepare for your own coronation that you have successfully pleaded to having it on hold because after the whole wedding scandal you just weren’t up for all the drama.

You didn’t let your brother delay his travelling plans too because he’s stayed long enough to take care of the banishment of your ex-fiancé, so he left a month early before you started your travel, and you guessed by the way he hugged you so tightly by the port when you arrived, he hasn’t stopped worrying about you and probably waited by the port three hours earlier than usual out of anxiety.

You’re still thankful you didn’t clash with any pirates though, the stories you’ve heard of them were cringe-worthy most of the time and you felt blessed to not have experienced anything of the sort.

Now fast-forward four months later and it was finally the most anticipated wedding in this country, and because of your brother’s request, you had to have a match with him at the wedding’s reception, a ‘friendly’ match as he said, though you know your brother meant friendly in a way that meant intense-and-a-damned-serious-fight-to-the-death-I-will-slay-you friendly.

Of course since you both had sparred far too many times in the past you know it’s all in good fun like you’d never hurt him, he’d never hurt you either even though he gets competitive with all the sword-fighting.

The match was simple, each of you would have a rose pinned to your shoulder sleeve, and you had to do everything you could to take off the rose or all of its petals—an idea of his fiancé that you loved and agreed to right away.

You were a little nervous though because lately your brother and his fiancé have been very secretive about something. You might have been just over thinking if but lately they’ve been having these rushed conversations that you’d always be left in the dark for.

When you parents arrived three days ago it seems as if they were in on the secret right away too and you don’t know if you should be scared or be indifferent about it.

Pacing the room once more you went to the bed and picked up the sword lying on the mattress, and you looked at the blade which was pretty sharp upon inspection, then you’re suddenly reminded of your ornamental wedding sword you stowed in your bedroom back home, the one filled with Amaryllis flowers that made you feel like your heart just sped up in its beating.

You see, the townspeople back home turned a tad too overprotective of you after the wedding you butchered, but after a year of just exchanging novel-length letters with Amaryllis’ eldest prince, you finally got around to scoring a royal visit to Amaryllis just one week after you’ve returned home from this wedding.

Considering your parents would stay for a while to just socialize with your brother’s fiancé’s family, you would stay for about a week at most, so that meant after a year of not seeing Ashton, you just needed to be patient for one month more before you could see the prince again.

A knock on the door had shocked you to drop the sword in your hands back to the mattress, and you sighed nervously, thinking this was finally the signal the bridal procession would start soon and you needed to be seated before the wedding started, and then soon it would be that sword match you’re hoping you wouldn’t mess up in.

Clearing your throat as silently as you could, you sheathed the sword in its case and hurriedly strapped it to yourself with the chain provided before you grabbed your bouquet ensemble and walked over to the white painted double doors to open it, ready to tell whoever came that you were ready.

But when you opened the doors you weren’t ready at all.

When you saw those familiar hazel eyes and a mess of curly brown hair it was like your mind shut down for a few seconds, your mouth opening and closing and you felt your cheeks heating up, your eyes burning and you didn’t even know why but you just started crying.

It’s been a year after all, a year and more since you’ve last seen him.

You could hear his laugh and you just tensed up before furiously wiping your tears with the hand not holding the bouquet, and when you felt warmth around you, Asthon’s arms encasing you in a hug, you used his clothes like some makeshift handkerchief to wipe away your tears as you dropped the bouquet and clutched Ashton’s navy blue suit jacket.

Ashton tried to part from you about a minute of silence (save for your little whimpers) later but you shook your head no against him and clutched him tighter earning you his chuckle, you not caring if his clothes would have permanent creases with how tight you were gripping him, or how your bouquet for the wedding was probably a mess as it lay by your feet.

And it would have been perfect but a maid went by and said the wedding was to start, but before she could finish the announcement you heard your brother’s voice in the halls, the two rushed sets of footsteps making you know his bride was with him as they went to your room, your brother’s fiancé just telling the maid the wedding would start late.

You shook your head no by then and parted but your brother sighed and explained the wedding can wait because his little sister was more important right now, seeing as she hasn’t seen her ‘prince charming’ for a year and more.

You blushed by then, and even though you parted you still held a part of Ashton’s clothes, your brother’s bride then walking over to you to pick up the bouquet you dropped before giving you a kiss on the cheek and whispering that your brother had been planning this surprise since the month you arrived.

MICHAEL:

Michael rushed to finish his royal visit today, his usually leisurely strolls in the village with some knights a few meters away and tailing him now abrupt and quick as he checked on the businesses thriving in the marketplace or just quickly listing in his mind the things that needed renovations or people he wanted to help financially.

Don’t get him wrong, Michael loved spending time with the masses.

It’s just that ever since that day a year ago, when Rian led him to the south castle gardens and he saw your unconscious figure lying atop the thick brambles: bruised, pricked with thorns, not to mention a good deal bloody from your head hitting a nearby dangling flower pot that lay in ruins by the grass, let’s just say Michael has been this impatient person because all he wanted was to hold your hand and stay by your side every day.

He couldn’t just ignore his duties as the prince though, and after the castle was attacked, he had a lot of things to do to ensure it wouldn’t happen again, or more importantly, that the damage done was pacified right away.

The attack left the people of the country in a frenzied state, the castle needed a good amount of renovations from all the broken windows, doors, and thrashed bedrooms, castle staff and royal guards needed medical attention and there were investigations to be done apart from sending support and gifts to the families who had members killed in the palace attack.

Upon further investigation, two months later it was discovered that one of the kingdom’s allies was responsible for the attack after one of the maids in the castle gossiped about your origin as coming from Edelweiss to one of the visitors in that royal ball some time ago, and then a cult on that ally kingdom’s land caught wind of the news and decided on some shenanigan that your death might stop the war.

The group of fifty or so intruders managed to deal the kingdom’s soldiers and staff a lot of casualties, a few deaths too, and it lasted about three hours until the group retreated because they lost more people than intended.

Once he was sure and had proof of it, Michael made sure the people who broke into the castle would be thrown to the dungeons immediately, and then he cut ties with the ally kingdom when he found out the royal family of that country was also included in plotting an assassination attempt to get rid of you.

Never mind the benefits of having that kingdom as an ally, the country Michael’s parents ruled over could handle itself on its own actually. Aside from that the kingdom had a brutal reputation thanks to Michael’s late grandfather’s rule, though Michael was sure his parents could be just as bloody if the situation called for it.

None of the kingdom’s other allies turned against Michael and his parents, just opting to continue the war silently because they knew if they lost the support of Michael’s country, they would be at a disadvantage and it would give enemy kingdoms a boost of confidence to win the war.

The war against Edelweiss and its allies, ended about four months after the attack of the castle, Edelweiss having surrendered after your grandmother had died from a bout of illness, the throne now held by your grandfather who was determined to turn the chaotic war around and he himself had come to the border unarmed to surrender and negotiate a peace treaty.

Since the attack of the palace, it’s been a year, and while everything had substantially calmed down after the war ended eight months ago, things with Michael had been a jumbled mess because you still haven’t woken up since the day Rian brought him to see you curled by the shrubbery of the palace gardens.

The doctors told Michael that you took a gamble for your life when you jumped from the window of your walk-in closet, because either way you could have died.

If you stayed in the closet you would have been killed by the blade, and if you jumped you would have died by the impact of the fall and it was by pure miracle that you landed on the bushes, even if said bushes were full of thorns and you didn’t exactly have a good landing when you hit your head on a flowering pot.

No one knew when you would wake up from the subsequent comatose state you entered since you crashed, and the doctors said you wouldn’t even last until the next year with the concussion you acquired in the fall. But here you are one year later, granted you were still in the throes of a deep sleep but it was everything to Michael when he finished his princely duties and saw you breathing.

As long as you were alive, Michael’s world was okay, even if it was barely hanging together.

“Prince Michael!”

Michael turned to the side after hearing someone calling his name, stopping mid-greeting to a bakery owner as the knights trailing behind the prince tensed up in alertness, only relaxing once again once they discovered it was a familiar figure with dark brown eyes and similarly colored hair, Rian.

Michael excused himself from the owner with the bakery after a small apology, which of course he was told wasn’t needed since everyone was pretty much aware Rian was your personal attendant, and they knew Rian was associated with you, who was always Michael’s top priority.

“What’s wrong?” Michael said mid-shout when he jogged to the woman, meeting her halfway in front of some trinket shop before Rian had stared at the prince with such a genuine smile so different from her forced ones.

And it took the prince a few seconds before his eyes widened in realization of the woman’s expression, his hands shaky as he shouted to the knights that he was cutting the visit short before hopping onto the carriage Rian had arrived in, the castle attendant then quietly joining him on the short trip to the castle.

It wasn’t that long when Michael stepped out of the carriage that he ran like it was his last, not caring of the way it was hard for him to breathe as he sped up his pace and slammed the doors to one guest room open.

When Michael saw the bed he stood frozen by the doorway before he licked his lips in anxiety at seeing your form propped up in a sitting position, a cup of tea in your discolored (s/c) complexion from improper nutrition, your back pressed against the headboard as your eyes were closed and your chest was rising and falling in timely intervals.

“She just woke up an hour ago.” Rian’s breathy voice from running emerged minutes of silence later, a smile on the woman’s face appearing as she walked over to you to grab the half-filled cup of tea in your hands to set it by the dresser. “She’s still tired, I couldn’t leave right away because the doctors needed to do a check up and I had to tell the chefs about a menu for her first meal in a year.”

Michael just silently walked to your bedside, and when his hand came to brush against your cheek, your eyelids flutter open a bit before a hum left your lips and you opened your eyes slowly, making the prince retract his hold on you as he released a shaky breath.

“Rian, I’m sorry I slept so soon…” You murmured, still out of it, but when you noticed the person standing by the bedside looked to broad to be the castle attendant, you craned your neck slowly, eyes widening when you saw Michael looking at you like he couldn’t believe you were something that existed.

“I’ll be back with your meal, milady.” You heard Rian’s voice followed by the click of a door, but you just sat there looking at Michael, a few minutes passing by before you stretched your arm, wincing at the stiff muscles in your body as you grabbed the nearest of the prince’s hand, clenched in a fist by his side.

Your touch was like the switch that finally got Michael working because it wasn’t long after you held his hand that he had you cradled in his arms, you just straddling his lap as he sat down on the edge of your bed and had his arms holding your hips while you hugged his neck and nuzzled your face by the crook of his neck.

“Did you… have a good sleep?” Michael asked in a whisper after a while, and you chuckled weakly before pulling away slightly and cupping the prince’s cheeks before leaning to press a kiss to his lips.

“I think I’d rather stay up for now…” You said after parting, earning you a smile from the prince before he replied.

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

LUKE:

That time when you left the note under your necklace, the small piece of paper bearing nothing but a simple apology towards the youngest prince of this kingdom, you hurriedly snuck out of the palace and never looked back, your footsteps dragging you farther and farther as you ran, until you reached the nearest village and almost got run over by a traveler’s horse-drawn cargo if you weren’t abruptly pulled to the side by a girl who coincidentally was strolling the streets when she saw the imminent danger.

It was just by pure luck the girl who pulled you aside was someone you’ve known from way back when you were just a child in the marketplace of a little town, Phoebe as you recalled was her name, and she was shocked to see you too, considering you left without any goodbye because your mother was so excited about starting a job inside palace walls.

You were so shaken by the possible loss of your life, matched with the earlier events that day that you were unresponsive aside from constant stuttering and shaking, causing your old friend to worriedly take you back to her house which required you both taking a half an hour ride in one of the wagons.

It took you a while to calm down once you got into your friend’s home, which was above a family tailoring shop owned by her mother, Phoebe then offering you tea as she coaxed you into calming down.

When you did calm down from the fear of having stared death in the face, you began rambling on and on in the midst of tears about everything that was stressing you at the moment, not even bothering to censor anything when you blurted about living in the palace and being a maid, falling in love with the prince, being Yvonne’s personal attendant, then about finding how you were adopted.

You didn’t mention about knowing you were the lost princess of the fallen neighboring country though, as it wasn’t something you believed in back then and even now at one year later, you’re still having a hard time accepting you had royal blood in coursing through your veins.

You didn’t stop talking until hours later and Phoebe just listened intently, and when you were done with a release of a shaky breath, the girl’s first response was to hug you tightly, offering you comfort you so greatly appreciated.

And when Phoebe’s mother came home later that evening after buying some cloth by the marketplace for their shop, it wasn’t long before you were formally welcomed to the mother-daughter duo’s home with a simple but tasteful dinner.

You said you’d go back in a month, and then that doubled before it tripled, and now it’s been twelve months in total since you left the Royal Palace of Ianthe, promising you’ll go back soon but when the day you promised came, every time you’d chicken out, afraid to face your mother, and most specially, Luke.

You heard from gossips Yvonne had to go back to her kingdom, though she occasionally comes over when she has the time, searching for you but you were careful of going out and bumping into palace staff or guards. As it stands, only Phoebe and her mother knew you were the person the people in the palace were searching, and because they respected your wishes and wanted you to go back when you were ready, they never blew your cover.

You were scared that Luke might be angry, livid even, and you admit it was incredibly childish that you ran away, but who could blame you?

It’s not every day someone gets told about being the long lost princess of the once most powerful kingdom in the history of royalty.

“Hey (F/n)? D’you think you can go help at the store today?”

You snapped out of your trance and hurriedly opened the door to your room, your (e/c) eyes automatically landing on Phoebe’s form in the hallway, the girl carrying a stack of white boxes, and you hummed before walking over to grab some of the boxes.

“You know I help every day.” You murmured, and Phoebe smiled at you before worry flashed in her features.

“Rough night?” Phoebe asked, and you looked down before managing a small nod, you then fixing your hold on the boxes you were carrying so you wouldn’t have to look at your friend in the eyes. “Let me guess, thinking about one year ago.” She stated, not even questioning this time because she’s known you so much the past year to be able to pinpoint whatever things were going on in your head.

“I just… I don’t know okay?” You sighed.

“The palace is a forty five minute ride, I can always take you there y’know? You’ve helped out so much it’s the least I can do.”

“Phoebe—”

“(F/n). Come on, you can’t possibly think you’re fooling anyone, are you?” Your friend cut you off with a small laugh as you reached the main floor of the shop, Phoebe’s mother already standing behind the counter of the store by then, the woman just giving you and her daughter a smile that you and Phoebe returned.

You and Phoebe then placed the boxes in the storage room, and from the length and the weight you guessed they were probably dresses to be picked up soon. This place was honestly pretty popular amongst the townsfolk, and some royal bloods like a couple duchesses or distant princesses have visited this place more often that you’d think.

After Phoebe locked the storage room door with her key, you and her tried fixing some of the dresses on display by the mannequins before her mother called from the counter that lunch was approaching and she needed her daughter’s help.

It wasn’t an unusual arrangement, Phoebe and her mother cooked together like some form of bonding, and sometimes they pulled you to join them too and it’s been nothing but fun honestly. Most days though, especially when the store is open, they cooked on the upstairs kitchen while you watched the shop, and then when the food was ready you’d temporarily close the store to eat before opening again.

“(F/n), Love, there’s a box under the counter that’s for a customer who’ll be here in a couple minutes, do you mind having him check it and getting the pay?” Phoebe’s mother asked before she went up the stairs and you smiled with a nod her way. “Also, if there are any adjustments to be done, you can list them down. Thank you, love.”

“I’ll do my best, have fun cooking!” You said, and the woman smiled at you before giving a wave and following her daughter that was probably already chopping up vegetables or starting a broth for some soup.

And it hasn’t even been a couple minutes when the bell to signal a customer’s arrival had sounded. You were dusting things by a shelf, your back turned from whoever arrived, and when you turned around with a smile to greet the person you stood frozen in place when you saw none other than Prince Luke Hemmings by the entrance.

The prince then closed the door before stepping cautiously forward, and you found yourself involuntarily stepping back, your eyes darting to the nearby staircase before you made a dash for it, but before you could take a step up Luke had grasped your arm and turned you around roughly, though you could tell he didn’t mean to do so as he mumbled a curse to himself and an apology to you when you winced at his hold.

Without any words he just kissed you, passionately and a bit rough too, though when he parted his eyes held only an undertone of gentleness that made your insides melt.

“Please don’t run away again…” He whispered, voice sounding so broken and he looked so pained that you felt as if your heart was shattering. “Please… I can’t—I don’t want to lose you again and it hurts. We can take it slow okay? You ran away because of the pressure right? You don’t need to be the princess of Viscaria if you don’t want to. God, Yvonne hasn’t stopped asking for you, your mother’s worried, I’ve been a mess since—fuck, (F/n) I love you and—”

You grabbed Luke by the sides of his face and crashed your lips to his, and when you parted you smiled apologetically at him.

“You’re rambling…” You started with a small laugh, at the back of your mind knowing Phoebe and her mother probably planned this and you would have to thank them later.

Luke hugged you and smiled back, relief visible in his cerulean eyes before he chuckled.

“Did you just kiss me to shut me up?” He laughed.

“Partly, though it’s more because I missed you.” You said, and Luke chuckled before leaning to peck you briefly.

“I missed you too (F/n).”


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A/N: I feel like the first line of this chapter may come back to haunt me. Sorry for the delay - some stuff happened. And I swear when I sat down to write this, I didn’t intend… well… you’ll see. Just remember two things - who’s my OTP and that, if you’re really concerned, go read Chapter 15 (the one with fetus Karma and Amy) again. Or you could just trust me…

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