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quilleth · 3 years

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Happy holidays @distracteddaydreams ! I had a fun time trying to play with some of the characters I haven’t written before for you! I’m now thinking perhaps I should try to do more with Avalie in the future- her parts were quite fun to write! Because I’m me and had to be extra about the flowers mentioned: Daisies for innocence, gentians for sweetness, marigolds/ calendula for happiness, and pink roses for friendship.

“Oh, forgive me, your highness. I didn’t think to find you here,” Lisle said stopping in the archway of the gazebo as he spotted not his sister but Princess Cordelia.

She glanced up, hurriedly hiding her work in her lap, before replying, “There is no need to apologize, Prince Lisle. The gazebo is open for everyone after all. Were you expecting to meet someone here? I can go somewhere else if so.”

“No, please. I’d hate to disrupt your work. I was just looking for my sister. She likes to come here sometimes, so I thought perhaps I’d find her here.”

“I haven’t seen her yet today, but she did say she might be here this afternoon when I spoke to her yesterday,” Cordelia said. “You’re welcome to stay and wait for her if you’d like.”

“Are you certain? I’d hate to disturb your work.”

Cordelia smiled, more amused than her usual polite smile. “If I can manage to work in the midst of all the noise and merrymaking that so often happens back home, I think I could manage it with you around. Perhaps even you and Princess Penelope both.”

Lisle chuckled. “Very well then.” He sat on an opposite bench, enjoying the relative peace and quiet. “Pen mentioned that you were skilled with a needle. She was quite impressed.”

“She’s too kind, I’m sure. It is something to pass the time, though, and I like getting to see things come together as I go, even though it’s more decorative than practical.”

“Something doesn’t need to be practical to be worth the time or effort spent on it,” Lisle said philosophically. “Life would be awfully dull if it did.”

“I suppose that is true,” Cordelia mused, pulling her needle through the fabric in her hands before brightening a little. “Perhaps, since you are here, you could help me with something.”

Eying the needlework, Lisle gave her a wry smile, “I will admit that embroidery is not one of my skills, your highness, unfortunately.”

She shook her head. “That isn’t what I meant. Since your sister admired my project the other day, I offered to make her something as well, but I wasn’t sure what colors to use.”

Lisle thought for a moment before replying, “Well, she is very fond of flowers, so I would suggest colors based on those.”

“Are there any particular ones she might like?”

“Daisies and gentians I think. And marigolds and pink roses, too. At least those always seemed to be the ones she picked from the gardens. Though I’m sure she would be delighted with anything you made for her.”

“I do hope she’ll like it.”

Both looked up at the sound of footsteps.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Avalie asked, smiling her usual enigmatic smile.

“Not at all,” Lisle replied.

“I was asking Prince Lisle for his opinion on what colors to use for a monogram for Penelope.”

“I had heard you were proficient with needlework, Princess. How thoughtful of you to make something for other people. I should find that rather tiring, I think,” Avalie replied.

“It is a thoughtful gesture,” Lisle said, standing to bow.

“Oh please, your highness,” Avalie tittered. “You needn’t stand on ceremony on my behalf. I was simply looking for a quiet place to read.” Letting some annoyance show past her usual mask of polite amusement, she added, “There seems to be some sort of commotion going on inside the castle today, though it seems I am not the only one seeking solace in the outdoors to avoid it.”

“You’re welcome to read here, if you would like, Lady Avalie,” Cordelia said courteously.

“Thank you, I think I shall,” Avalie replied, settling onto another seat and making no move to pull out her book. Instead, she asked, “Do you often make things for others, Princess Cordelia?”

Cordelia wove the needle through the hem of the fabric she was working on and set the hoop aside. “I do enjoy making things for others sometimes. It can be much more personal that way, I think. And what of you?”

“Me? Oh no. It takes so much more time that way, and I must admit to the failing of enjoying more immediate gratification, on the occasion I decide to give a gift to someone.” Tilting her head, she shrugged slightly. “A grave flaw, I am sure, do you not agree, Prince Lisle?”

“Enjoying giving someone a gift, whether hand made or otherwise doesn’t seem a flaw to me.”

“You are diplomatic as ever, your highness,” Avalie replied, hiding her smile behind her hand.

The quiet of the gazebo was once again disturbed by a cheerful voice calling, “Oh there you are, brother! I’m sorry to keep you waiting!” Penelope came rushing around the corner, her heavy skirts caught up in one hand. “I couldn’t find one of my slippers, and then there was such a to do in the halls that I got delayed. Oh hello, Cordelia, Lady Avalie. How are you today?”

“Hello, Penelope,” Cordelia replied smiling.

“I suppose it is a good thing I came outside when I did then,” Avalie said.

Lisle, frowning, greeted his sister by scolding her lightly, “You shouldn’t rush around so, Pen. You could get hurt.

Naturally, she stuck her tongue out at him, “I am perfectly fine, as you see.” She flushed slightly and looked to Cordelia and Avalie, saying, “I didn’t expect to see you here, or I might not have shouted. I hope I didn’t disturb you!”

“We were just discussing you, in a round about sort of way, as a matter of fact,” Avalie replied.

Quick to intercede, Lisle said, “Cordelia was talking about making a monogram for you, actually.”

“Oh, really?! How lovely!” Penelope exclaimed. “Though you really don’t have to!”

“I’m happy to, really.”

“With such a grateful recipient, Princess Cordelia, I can see why you might enjoy making things, now,” Avalie said, watching the others curiously.

“Oh, do you embroider too, Lady Avalie?” Penelope asked.

“Not that I would share with others, certainly.”

“Me neither,” Penelope sighed in response.

“But you do draw some interesting portraits,” Lisle said, trying not to smile.

Penelope narrowed her eyes at him. “You said you got rid of that.”

“I did, by your request,” Lisle replied, losing the battle to control his teasing smile.

“Hmph.” Penelope rolled her eyes at him.

“Drawing is certainly a useful skill,” Avalie said, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I would enjoy seeing your work, Princess.”

“Oh! Oh, my dear brother was simply jesting, I am afraid,” Penelope answered, shifting slightly. “I am not actually a very good portrait artist either.”

“I’m sure your work is lovely,” Cordelia said, smiling.

“That’s awfully kind of you to say,” Penelope replied, a little shyly. “Why were you looking for me, by the way, Lisle?”

“I meant to see if you wanted to go for a walk. I know you wanted to see the gardens more, but didn’t wish to go alone. And besides, you’d need someone to carry all your pickings for you.”

“Oh, that would be nice. Would you care to join us, Cordelia, Lady Avalie?” Penelope asked the other women.

Cordelia had already tucked her work away into a small work bag and stood. “I suppose a walk could be nice, and I have been sitting here for longer than I expect no doubt. What of you, Lady Avalie?”

With a shrug, Avalie stood as well, a sly smile on her lips, “How could I possibly refuse such an offer? It should prove more entertaining than my book anyway.”

“Very well then. Shall we, ladies?” Lisle said, turning towards to gardens. It wasn’t how he’d planned to spend the afternoon, but things at the Summit were often full of such surprises.

#7kpp #7kpp secret santa 2020 #7kpp lisle #7kpp cordelia #7kpp avalie #7kpp penelope #quilleth writes #the drawing lisle mentions is one of the trivia facts you can find on the wiki and in asks. he did not actually get rid of it as requested

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atthechimeofmidnight · 4 years

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CinPhen Secret Santa!!!

So a bunch of discord peeps decided to do a secret santa! Here is my fanfic for @distracteddaydreams ! Hope y’all enjoy! Day requested some post-route politics, and I chose to do a Karma x Lucette fic. about 3k words, sorry about that haha

Lucette could feel the slightest tension begin to set into her forehead. Previously she had believed the royal court of Angielle to be tedious, but the court of Brugantia was proving to be even more so.

The long process of a inter-dynasty marriage had begun, requiring the crown princess to spend long periods of time away from her homeland to perform various duties in her betrothed’s country. Treaties had to be formed about what territory goes where, what monarch goes to what country, trade privileges, etc; and the two countries had to become acquainted formally in a series of diplomatic meetings and balls between royal figures and courts.

If this could be called diplomatic.

Treaties Lucette could handle. Her mother, albeit dubiously, taught her how to negotiate in these situations: what terms were outrageous, how to protect herself and her country as its ruler, how to add bits and pieces into the conditions that would give an invisible upper hand...but not how to handle-

“Lucette, dear, how do you enjoy the tea? It is one of Brugantia’s finest imports. But I’m sure our prince has treated you to this before, yes?

-cattiness. Looking across the table, Lucette mustered her best polite smile (or grimace. She was very sure it was a grimace) to reply, “Klaude prefers coffee, so we tend to take that in the afternoon in the place of tea.”

There was a noticeable, charged pause, causing Lucette’s eyes to flick wildly between the ladies. All of them had angled slightly to face her, expectantly waiting, each looking with a mix of indifference and lightly concealed distaste.

I said something wrong. What am I missing what am I missing what am I-

“The tea is lovely, though, I will have to urge him to include it the next time we take tea together.”

And like that the tension was cut. The women turned away from her to resume their neutral state, and Lucette could breathe once again. Duchess Angeline, a middle-aged, auburn-haired woman, was more than pleased to recount whatever gossip she heard amongst her servants, and attention was diverted from the princess.

Silently glancing at the clock in the corner, Lucette unfortunately found that she had nearly another half hour left with the court. If she had known that the process of marrying Klaude would take this many unnecessary conversations with so many dull individuals, she would have considered eloping.

As soon as the fantasy sprung in her mind, Lucette squashed it immediately. She has duties. Klaude has duties. And, while Lucette nor Klaude would admit it, they both loved their countries in the way a ruler only could. It was an odd, begrudging love, like a parent to an unruly child, but love nonetheless. For this reason, it was necessary that they fight through the messiness that was dealing with nobility.

Lucette, however, felt absolutely blindsided by the workings of Brugantia’s court. While previously in Angielle, the court had played a significant role in politics, the tyrannical reign of her mother had killed the power of nobility considerably; consequently, the king now absolutely resided over all lands with the court serving as a liaison between the king and the people. Her father intended to keep it that way to continue to ensure stability in the kingdom still recovering from the Great War. Brugantia was frustratingly different. It kept with the tradition of a spread out system of nobles having significant control over various territories, which led to them working with the king and advisors to pass laws that would benefit their lands (and themselves).

How on earth are you supposed to trust these people to do what’s best for the kingdom?, Lucette thought. All they seem to talk about is themselves or the next dullest thing possible.

She took another bite out of the cake in front of her and involuntarily cringed. Another thing she had yet to get used to was how Brugantian tea time seemed to consist of sweet snacks and other various desserts, compared to the more savory tea time she was used to in Angielle. While she did enjoy the occasional pastry, having one nearly every single day was enough to exhaust those cravings.

“Is something not to your liking, your highness?”

Apparently she hadn’t concealed her distaste well enough.

Lucette took a moment to center herself before returning to the duchess sitting across the table from her, silently scrambling to say something other than the fact that she was quite sick of sweets. Suddenly, the lady sitting to her right interrupted before the princess could speak, setting her fork down quite loudly.

“I do think that the chocolate petit four is off today, don’t you agree, princess?”

Lucette nearly sighed with relief. “I do, actually.”

Duchess Angeline was quick to recover, as it appeared the interruption surprised her as much as it did Lucette. Regardless, Lucette was grateful for the unspoken support of the woman. She did not miss, however, the quick glare the duchess sent to the lady and her slight shrug in response.

The etiquette of politics is far too complicated in her opinion. Having to say exactly the right thing to get your point across all under the guise of false politeness is...frustrating, to say the least. Entire conversations could be had in complete silence, communicating only through subtle changes in body language. Speaking was worse. Everything had its own hidden meaning, and changing how exactly you said one word could completely turn a situation on its head. It is far easier, Lucette thought, to just be direct. Be honest. Enough of this sickly sweet poison. She did see the logic behind it, albeit dubious. To say something a little too rough to another person in power could be the tipping point for inciting a trade block or, god forbid, a rebellion.

The brown-haired woman sighed dramatically. “Well, we will just have to talk to Remille. It’s not like him to bake a bad cake.” Just as Lucette thought the crisis was averted, then, faintly, there was that dark change again in Angeline’s eyes as the woman raised her teacup to her lips. “Lucette, your step-mother and step-siblings are bakers, yes? Ah, excuse me, former bakers. How does it compare to the servant cooks?”

The princess could feel her temperature rise a couple of degrees. She suspected that there would be some resistance to the engagement due to her mother being, well, Hildyr, and Lucette had prepared to protect herself against such attacks, but it now seemed like dissenters would use anything as a weapon to express their distaste.

So this is the true nature of the court, she thought bitterly. And while Lucette was not on the greatest terms with her family, their relationship had gotten better, and on most nights the princess did enjoy their company. In these moments, it felt as if the entire world was trying to prove that her changed viewpoint was for nothing, as if every cruel act and word proved her old self right.

Her hand went to her throat unconsciously, resting where her glass slipper pendant sat before she broke her curse. Lucette fixed her posture, lifting her chin before smiling a cool, closed smile at the woman. I will not let her know that I am irritated. I will not let her irritate me. I am above being petty. If she wants to play etiquette politics, then so be it.

“Yes, they were. In fact, Queen Ophelia,” she said, emphasizing her step-mother’s title, “Still bakes to this day, to relieve stress I believe. She is an extremely talented baker in my opinion.”

Apparently that was not the reaction that the woman was searching for. Duchess Angeliene’s eyes widened slightly as she dropped her cup to its saucer, and opened her mouth as if to defend herself. Before the woman could get a word out, Lucette interrupted her.

“And, if you would, I am the crown princess of Angielle and the fiancé of the crown prince of Brugantia. I assume you have not forgotten my correct addresses?”

The informal usage of her name, without even a title, by a woman she did not even know, incensed Lucette in an extremely deep manner. Stature, as she had learned, was not everything, but even the most basic of manners are required. But to be addressed so informally, so disrespectfully, was so...personal.

Every lady of the court at the table watched with wide eyes. The soft din of noise that usually accompanied afternoon tea was completely silenced. The older, more experienced women corrected themselves quickly and resorted to flicking their eyes between the princess, who had taken an air of regality, and the duchess, who had seemed to have lost all of hers.

Angeline took a moment to regain her composure, although her neck, splotched with red, displayed her flustered state. “I apologize, Your Majesty. I forgot myself in that moment, and…” the woman paused before forcing out, “I do hope you’ll forgive me.”

The princesses let out the breath she did not know she was holding, her hands relaxing in her lap. A victory, although admittedly a small one. If Lucette was not liked by the court, so be it, but she’ll be damned before she is run out by petty women who did not even know her.

There was a knock on the door behind Lucette, snapping everyone out of the tension that had seized the occupants of the room. The lady sitting next to Duchess Angeline (Lucette racked her brain before remembering the Marqesse’s name, Cerise) nudged the woman, who had forgotten that as the host of the afternoon, she was to answer the door. The corners of Lucette’s mouth twitched.

The duchess jumped. “Ah! Yes, do come in!” Lucette did not miss the way her shoulders sunk with relief at the diversion from her failed jab, before noticing all of the courtiers stood suddenly. Whoever came in must be equal to or higher in stature than the court, and Lucette could only pray that it wasn’t the k-

Before the princess could finish her thought, however, she felt arms being draped around her and a low voice close to her ear.

“I do apologize, but could I steal my fiancé away from you ladies for a moment?”

Klaude. Lucette broke into a soft smile, relief both at being saved from the court and happiness at seeing her betrothed for this first time that day.

And then turned a deep red.

Klaude pressed a soft, slow kiss to the skin just below her ear, causing the princess to shiver. What made matters worse, however, was the fact that the prince had buried his face in Lucette’s neck, angling his head just enough to see the rest of the table.

Suddenly the ladies of the court were far more interested in the embroidery on the table cloth, and Angeline was determined to look anywhere but at the royal couple. “Well, of cour-”

“Fantastic,” Klaude said, pulling Lucette out of her seat. “If you would excuse us.”

Lucette had barely bent into a curtsey before Klaude had pulled her out of the room and away from the various social rooms deeper into the palace. He was walking at a slightly faster pace than her, forcing the princess to nearly jog to stay holding his hand.

What’s wrong with him?

She couldn’t quite see the full expression of his face, but it seemed to her that he had a very firm grasp of his composure. That is, until Lucette looked at his eyes, green and intense with some unpleasant emotion she couldn’t place. The last thing she remembered talking about with him was his hunting trip with his father. Oh.

“Klaude, wh-”

The red-headed man simply squeezed her hand, and uttered, “Not now. Just a little bit more, my love.”

So she kept quiet and followed along. Lucette knew Klaude, and she knew that his ‘not now’ was now a promise rather than a dismissal; however, she could never get used to how she was never able to help Klaude until he decided to reveal to her what was bothering him. It was these small moments where she felt as clueless to him as she was when she first met him, and it was these small moments she despised.

Lucette was so wrapped up in her thoughts and what was possibly bothering Klaude that she failed to notice the number of servants and courtiers lining the hallways dwindling until there were none around the engaged pair. Klaude stopped abruptly, dropping her hand. She then took a moment to assess her surroundings, and noticed that they were in a section of the palace that was being redone, swaths of fabric covering the portions of the wall where wallpaper was being replaced. Lucette turned to look at her fiancé, standing stone still barely a foot from her. She cautiously reached out to touch his shoulder, to do something to bring him out of whatever mood he was in.

The moment her fingertips brushed his shoulder, Klaude pounced on the princess without warning, hands on either side of her face and kissing her with an intensity Lucette had never experienced. Yes, they had kissed...passionately before, but this felt different. The concern in Lucette’s mind faded as she melted underneath him, her hands clutching at his shoulders for stability.

The reciprocation only seemed to drive Klaude further, pushing Lucette against the wall. In surprise, the woman gasped against his lips, allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth. Lucette’s hands finally found themselves in the prince’s hair, and as she experimentally tightened her grip, she could’ve sworn she heard him make a noise from the back of his throat.

Klaude pulled away, only to return his attentions to her neck. In a sudden moment of clarity, Lucette suddenly remembered why they were in this wing in the first place, and managed to squeeze out a, “What happened?”

The prince stopped briefly in his affections to laugh mirthlessly, and between kisses, said, “One of my...father’s advisors...does not think...that our marriage...is a good idea.”

Lucette froze, pushing against her fiancé’s shoulders to stop his ministrations, shock running cold in her system. “He said what?”

Klaude released the princess, bringing himself up to make eye contact with her, but leaving his hands on her waist. She could now see his eyes clearly, desire slowly being overtaken by what the princess could only describe as fury.

“He said that it was a political disadvantage. That Angielle was too unstable, too unpredictable to have an alliance with, that...”

Her eyes widened. He was implying that…

“...I was too unstable to have on the throne,” Lucette finished for him. The man flinched in response, and she could feel his hands form fists in the fabric of her dress.

“And earlier too, with the duchess I-” Klaude suddenly exclaimed, the edges of his words tinged with distress, and his right hand moving to clutch the rose necklace she gave him.

That was enough.

“Klaude.” Lucette took his face in her hands, forcing him to look her in the eyes. He looked at her almost frantically, green eyes wide, and she suddenly realized how all of this was taking a toll on him. Klaude had never been the responsible type, she had heard so many stories from him about how exactly he’d hide and shirk his various charges. To now be dealing with all of his duties and interacting with the court and the advisors must be...overwhelming, to say the least.

The princess returned her focus to the man in front of her, who was still looking at her, searching her face for something that he could decipher, that he could hold onto.

“We are still getting married, yes?”

The words had barely left her mouth before he retorted with a quick, incredulous, “Of course.”

She leaned forward, placing a delicate kiss on Klaude’s lips, pulling back before the man could deepen it. “Then that is it. Forget everything else. It doesn’t matter what the courts think. Them disapproving of our engagement does not stop the fact that you are going to be my husband.”

He stared at her blankly for a second before breaking out into a soft smile. “Say it again, love. Please.”

Lucette acquiesced. “You are going to be my husband.”

Klaude’s hands slowly made their way to her face to tuck her hair back to where it had fallen out during their earlier kiss. “Yes, I will be. And you will be my wife.”

The princess flushed and knew that the small amount of powder she applied in the morning would not be enough to hide the reddening color of her face. She quickly looked away, choosing to not acknowledge her fiancé’s chuckle at her embarrassment. “I-I will be. I will be,” she said, trying to mask how the phrase made her stomach flutter. “We just have to get arrangement terms processed. All of this...interaction is just for etiquette and tradition.”

“Besides,” Klaude drawled slyly, “my father likes you too much to let you go. Something about you being a good influence on me and ‘keeping me in check’, although I have no idea what he could possibly mean by that.”

Huffing, Lucette pushed the man’s shoulders lightly, not bothering to hide the smile now growing on her face as well. She knew that as long as Klaude loved her, nothing else mattered, but it was reassuring to know that the king did not look down on her because of her nature as a witch, her relations, or how cruel she used to be.

Lucette turned, murmuring a soft, “We should head back,” which elicited a groan from Klaude. Regardless of his displeasure at the idea of returning to the day, the prince still followed, offering his arm to walk her, which the princess immediately took. They walked in silence for a moment, both enjoying the other’s company, before Lucette turned to her partner.

“What was that in the tea room?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Klaude retorted, blatantly feigning innocence.

The princess raised a brow. “So you don’t remember accosting me in a full room?”

“Oh that? I would hardly call that accosting you, dear, just…” He paused. “Just sending a message.”

Lucette huffed, nudging Klaude to keep moving. The pair walked back to where they were expected; however, unbeknownst to them, word had gotten to the king of Klaude’s ‘message’, and the man was understandably excited about embarrassing the both of them at dinner later that night.

#Cinderella Phenomenon #Lucette (Cinderella Phenomenon)#Karma (Cinderella Phenomenon)#Klaude (Cinderella Phenomenon)#fanfiction #My writing #secretsantacinphen2k19

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altairtalisman · 4 years

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Hey again @distracteddaydreams, this is the second gift that I’ve promised you. As mentioned, I’ll explain the reason to why I’m giving you two gifts. The reason is because in your reply to whether Isidora has high stats in poise, you had expressed delight under the assumption that the original story would be based around the play. As I didn’t wish to disappoint you, I felt that writing a second story that had a setting somewhere related to the play in Week 5 was the best solution. With that, I’ve managed to come up with this story that features Isidora and Zarad (who’s your favourite LI if I’m not wrong).

“I still can’t believe that you’re my stage lover.” Isidora remarked dryly, with Zarad smiling as though he had successfully humiliated Blain again. Maybe he did, though it was surprising that Blain wasn’t complaining about it during rehearsals. “At least I get to insult you twice-fold.”

“Oh, how you wound me! Were our secluded meetings not enough in showing my undying love for you?” Zarad exaggerated a gasp, pressing a hand to his forehead theatrically. “Say it isn’t so my sweet Vienna!”

“My, is your love for me really so pathetic to the extent that you don’t dare to show it to me in public?”

“Sweet, dearest Vienna, how you tempt me!”

“As amusing as this is to watch, I would rather not watch your actual chemistry bleed into this… entertaining scene between the two lovers.” Avalie chuckled, her brown eyes deliberately averted away from them. Penelope was a blushing mess, while Clarmont was inquiring to the Wellin princess’s wellbeing. Isidora smirked in response, raising an eyebrow in a mocking fashion. “You tempt me, but no I shan’t fall for your honeyed jabs.”

“Should I be concerned that a fair lady has thrown her hat in the ring?” Zarad mused, enjoying the slight respite from their rehearsals. The Grand Duke was absolutely terrible at his role of a director, which was a good thing that Woodly wasn’t here. In terms of skill, Avalie was a wonderful director. However, she usually liked to ‘challenge people’s worth’ which ultimately made her an ineffective director. Her words, not the delegates. “Your highness, my lord, should I be wary of you two?”

“I-I… um… I don’t have a hat and there’s no ring?” Penelope knew what Zarad was trying to imply, but she had no comeback to that. Furthermore, she still wasn’t confident interacting with Zarad. Clarmont frowned, though he didn’t wish to play a lead role, he still felt that the performance must be taken seriously. Which made him wonder why he was losing sleep over Isidora’s so-called admirers. “L-Lord Clarmont? Are you alright? You don’t look well…”

“I’m… I’m fine. Just a bit tired, thank you kindly for asking your highness.”

“As fun as it is to watch, we should get back to rehearsals. The climax sounds like a good place to rehearse.” Avalie suggested, gesturing for the delegates playing Serah’s clumsy maid and Lady Matterly to come closer to them. Blain, on the other hand, need no gestures for he had proudly walked over to the group, his chest puffed out. “Lord Blain, how wonderful of you to join us. It’s a shame that you’re not needed.”

“What?! You just said that we’re going to rehearse the climax!” Blain squawked, outraged that whatever screen time he had (be it on stage or not) was to be eliminated completely. He actually wanted a lead role, but Jaslen had forced the role of Lady Matterly’s knight on him. It was a perfect fit for him, though none of the delegates would ever voice this out. “I’m integral to this scene damn it!”

“What Lady Avalie means, is that we can replace you with someone else and there wouldn’t be any issues at all.” Isidora quipped, if there was one thing she liked, it was to see Blain getting all riled up. It was strange to admit, but she learnt best about human behaviour whenever someone was angry. Avalie smiled innocently, though her eyes lit up with approval towards Isidora’s comment.

“Yes yes, I hear you clearly Blain.” Zarad nodded gravely, his face turning serious. “We should replace you with Prince Jarrod instead! After all both of you are equals.”

“Excuse me?!” Blain sputtered, his cheeks turning purple with rage. “I’m not anything like… like… like that murderer!”

“Oh, stop it Armand.” Isidora swatted Zarad’s arm, a coy smile on her face as she glanced at Blain. “Imagine the sheer torture Lady Matterly will be in with that poor knight of hers.”

“T-This isn’t part of the script…?” Penelope frantically looked through her script, believing that they were already rehearsing. The delegate playing Serah’s maid wanted to intervene, but accidentally slipped on the floor (which was not only shiny but slippery) and fell on Blain. This resulted in Blain yelling at the delegate, who proceeded to hit him with her hands. “U-Um… is this the part where I’m supposed to thank my maid?”

“This is the part where both directors shake their heads and avoid the fingers pointed at them.” Avalie smiled, ignoring the scuffle between the two delegates. “Horus, shouldn’t you do something for your dearest Serah?”

“You’re right. Come, do not look at that terrible sight.” Clarmont led Penelope away, and out of the practice room. Isidora sighed, as much as she wanted to see the delegate ruin Blain’s hair…

“I think we should end for the day.” Zarad hummed in agreement, his bet with ‘Lady Matterly’ coming to an abrupt halt as a result. Isidora grinned, placing a hand on his bare chest. “Now come Armand, did you not say that you want to declare your undying love to me?”

“... I’m going to be sick.” The delegate playing Lady Matterly muttered, exiting the practice room while mumbling about how the performance was bound to be a disaster. The ‘maid’ stood up, dusting her dress as she followed the previous delegate out of the practice room.

“I wonder if I’ll be hearing yowling in the music room later. There’s something alluring about that hideous noise, don’t you agree?” Avalie asked, sauntering towards the door. She glanced back at Isidora, an amused smirk on her flawless features before she left the room. That left Isidora and Zarad with the other remaining delegates, most of them unsure if they should practice on their own or not. Isidora nudged Zarad, a wicked smile spreading across her face.

“Say Armand, I think I know of a way for you to win my affections.”

“Vienna! To think you’re willingly offering me the key to your heart! Dare I question it to be a dream?” Zarad comically gasped, placing both hands mockingly to his exposed chest.

“A key, foolish Armand. Where’s the fun in giving you the right one?” Zarad nodded appreciatively, their banter was basically equivalent to flirting after all. He just hoped that when the time came, Isidora wouldn’t drop their relationship immediately. Perhaps she won’t, he reasoned. There was some benefits being matchmade to a prince like him, even if they were both from Corval. “Shall we go Zarad?”

“Of course, will you deign to sing for me this time Isidora?”

“Only if you break the piano.” The pair left the room, laughing while exchanging barbed yet flirtatious insults. The rest of the delegates shook their heads, a singular thought in their minds as they started to clear the practice room.

‘I guess it’s time to avoid the music room on my way back…’

#7KPP #7KPP Secret Santa 2019 #Corval MC x Zarad #it's more of a comedy for this one #this story isn't set in the same setting as the previous one!#Altair writes

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milkhakyeon · 7 years

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sing me [7kpp day 4; present]

post is titled after sing me by day6!

so at first i was procrastinating on writing fic by finding kpop songs that fit each character... and then it evolved into this HAHA :”) i tried to find underrated songs (except blain because, to quote @distracteddaydreams, he’s extra af) so this is more of a music recommendation post i guess! hope you like the music hehe ヽ( • ∀ • )ﾉ

anaele

astro - breathless

avalie

iu - twenty-three

blain

2ne1 - i am the best

clarmont

monsta x - fighter

cordelia

taeyeon - secret

emmett

sf9 - so beautiful

gisette

dreamcatcher - chase me

hamin

seventeen - highlight

jasper

day6 - my day

jarrod

topp dogg - runaway

kade

cross gene - black mind

lisle

day6 - i hope

lyon

pentagon - you are

penelope

oh my girl - windy day

ria

halo - mariya

zarad

hanbyul - shooting star

++bonus!!

clarmont/mc

gugudan - wonderland

emmett/sheltered princess

vixx - say u say me

gisette/mc

baek yerin - across the universe

hamin/mc

knk - angel heart

jasper/mc

oh my girl - one step two steps

lyon/mc

lovelyz - for you

zarad/mc

vixx - my light

#7kppweek #7kpp #music #kpop #playlist #underrated gems #music recs

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ellebeebee · 7 years

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RULES // POST 10 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOURSELF AND PASS IT ON TO 5 PEOPLE

Tagged by @eviemeli thank you~~ <3

1. My East Asian History professor last week gave me a large advertisement that he “found” in Japan during the 90′s for sumo wrestling: the entire board is a sumo wrestler’s butt. It’s a large butt poster. I was going to give it to my dad, since he likes funny crap like that, but he balked at the idea of having a large image of a man’s posterior in his mancave, so I kept it. The house I live in is really old? So I’ve put the poster in the storage room, where there would live a ghost if I believed in ghosts, so I hope the ghost is amused. But I still don’t believe in ghosts.

2. I started writing fanfiction around 12 or so. I had this 150k plus fic going at one point, and I am SO GLAD I never finished it, because I distinctly remember that the BIG REVEAL for the villain I’d created was going to be a soap opera-y mess. They were a MAGICAL CLONE of the hero. I’m not kidding.

3. My dog has one kidney.

4. I sing in my car. I will never sing in front of others.

5. My first concert ever was N*SYNC. I liked JC.

6. I’m kind of vain about my handwriting. It’s messy, but attractive?? I like it a lot. :)

7. I like cooking competition shows. Chopped, etc.

8. Right now I’m starting the MaddAddam trilogy by Margaret Atwood (to celebrate the Handmaid’s Tale series coming on Hulu). And Atwood is just so good at creating dystopias for the times we live in. Like, Handmaid’s Tale was the fundamentalist dystopia of the 80′s, Oryx and Crake is the f-ed up internet/genetic disaster dystopia for right now. And I am continually amazed at her deft hand at layering memory over present narrative and the interesting dialogue that occurs with those transitions. And her poetry and sentence-smithing. Just-- yeah. She’s great.

9. I drink Diet Coke. Too much. I should stop.

10. I’ve never gone abroad. If I ever did, I’d like to go to: Finland for the scenery and architecture, England specifically for Stratford-upon-Avon and The Globe, and Japan, Korea, and China for the food (and also castles and architecture).

Tagging @distracteddaydreams, @teaandinanity, @timelord-in-hogwarts, @squarelyblue, @hungarianlanterns (tumblr seriously won’t let me @ you??). Only if you want to~~ <3

#memes

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fyeah7kpp · 4 years

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7KPP Secret Santa 2019 Masterpost

Hello, my dears!

As I mentioned considering earlier, here is a masterpost for all of the gifts that were exchanged this year for Secret Santa! Please, if yours isn’t listed here, send me a message or an ask!

Thank you again to everyone for participating! Well done on all of the gifts!

-Mod Tina

Note: I’m not sure if this is the final version so I’m putting this under a cut to redirect to the most updated version of this post.

For Line: SP/Lyon fanfiction by @ravenclawnerd.

For Tea: Widow/Lyon fanfiction by @quilleth.

For Tina: Scholar/Lyon fanart and Scholar portrait by @teaandinanity.

For Day: Court Lady/Jasper and Court Lady/Zarad fanfiction by @altairtalisman.

For AwayLaughing: Clarmont & Scholar and Scholar/Zarad fanfiction by @distracteddaydreams.

For Quilleth: Scholar/Jasper fanfiction by @awaylaughing.

For X: Scholar and Scholar/Gisette moodboard by @portman-natalie.

For The-Duelling-Tophat: Widow/Clarmont fanart by @birdmanart.

For Gale: Widow/Clarmont Twine game by @the-duelling-tophat.

For Bird: Hise/Jasper fanart by @line-artsy-draws.

Enjoy looking through everything!

#7kpp secret santa 2019 #7kpp secret santa

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altairtalisman · 4 years

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Hey @distracteddaydreams, I’m your Secret Santa for the 7KPP Secret Santa event. Thanks for putting up with my questions. This is the original gift for the event, which makes this the Isidora x Jasper story. I hope you like it and I wish you a happy new year!

“Your highness, thank you for inviting me.” Isidora curtsied, eliciting a bright smile on Penelope’s face. When it came to her best (and only) friend, proper etiquette was the least of her worries. She gestured the Corval lady to sit, a gesture that the latter immediately followed. “I trust that you’ve been well?”

“Much more now that you’re here!” Penelope replied enthusiastically, she really couldn’t keep her emotions in check around Isidora. Not that she wanted to, there was something about her friend that drew her in and allowed her to have the freedom to be less proper than usual. “I confess, I’m still unable to forget the play we had performed.”

“It was a delightful performance indeed.”

“Oh yes, I’m especially glad that I get to perform beside you!” Who could forget the chemistry Serah and Vienna had on stage? It was one of the highlights of the play, apart from Isidora’s flawless improvisation as well as her poise when Blain was hit by his own sword. Penelope couldn’t stop smiling, just the memory of the play was enough to leave her in a good mood. “By the way, you’re friends with Earl Emmett?”

“I would say that we’re friends, yes.” Isidora knew where the conversation was going, especially after witnessing the Wellin princess in the gardens with said earl. “He’s well-versed in flowers, as well as being extremely adaptable to his surroundings.”

“Oh, indeed!” Soon, Penelope delved into a passionate description of how her time with Emmett was enjoyable and that she would dearly love to talk to him again about flowers, preferably his favourite ones. Isidora nodded along, internally smirking that her educated guess was correct. Penelope had developed something of a crush towards the good-natured earl. That was something that she could use to her advantage, perhaps increasing her chances in forming a political alliance with Lisle. Eventually, Penelope stopped upon realising that Isidora hadn’t said a single word throughout the conversation. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise that I’ve been talking for so long!”

“It’s not a problem, I like to hear you talk.” Isidora didn’t mind the slightest, there were many sides to the earl that she could learn from just from listening to Penelope. “I’m glad that you’ve found a new friend.”

“O-Oh I…” Penelope trailed off, her fingers laced between each other started to fidget. “I-I don’t think he sees me that way…”

“I’m sure he does. I can say that many people are taken by you at the summit.” Isidora reassured, a comforting smile gracing her lips as Penelope nodded tensely. There were many advantages in getting the Wellin princess to like her, and Isidora knew them well. It helped that she genuinely liked Penelope. “You’re very likeable your highness, and I’m sure many others will say the same.”

“I…” Penelope stopped, her pale pink eyes widening in surprise. “Oh Jasper! I didn’t hear you enter!”

“My apologies your highness, I’m here on behalf of Harold.” Isidora turned her profile such that she was facing both her butler and the Wellin princess. She was just as surprised to see Jasper in the parlour, which led her to naturally worry. “He had some matters to attend to.”

“Oh no, is he alright?”

“He is, and he passed on his regrets for being unable to personally inform you of Earl Emmett’s invitation to a walk around the Isle.” Penelope perked up, barely able to contain an unladylike smile as she calmly rose from her seat. “The earl is waiting for you at the gazebo, would you like me to escort you on behalf of Harold?”

“No need! Isidora, please help yourself to the sweets! I hope to talk to you soon!” Penelope said as she rushed out of the parlour. Or at least, brisk-walked out of the parlour while taking great care to not damage her dress. “Oh, and you too Jasper!”

“... I must confess, never have I seen her exhibit that much excitement.” Jasper commented, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly. He was, of course, very much aware that Isidora was still present, and thus had to be a proper butler. Or at the very least, uphold his reputation as a proper butler. The Corval lady broke out in unrestrained laughter, amused at Jasper’s implied insistence that he shouldn’t relax even around her. “Will you be staying in the parlour my lady?”

“Why not? Her Highness has graciously given me permission to finish these sweets, it would be a shame to see them go to waste.” Isidora replied, her eyes twinkling with desire as Jasper nodded along to her wishes. “Jasper, would you be so kind to join me?”

“I apologise my lady, but it’s not my place to-”

“I insist Jasper, especially since we haven’t had some time alone to get to know each other better.” Isidora had to carefully phrase her words, it was highly scandalous for a noble to mix with servants on a friendly basis. No need to announce to the whole summit that her relationship with Jasper was, needless to say, more than simple friendship. Jasper said nothing, instead obliging to his lady’s request. “Why Jasper, I expected you to put up more of a fight.”

“I’m here to serve you my lady, and if spending time with me, Sayra or Ria is what you wish, then I shall deliver to the best of my abilities.” Jasper’s reply was nothing short of professional, but the way his eyes danced with appreciation implied that he was pleased for the invitation. Isidora gestured to the chair opposite her, and Jasper took a seat as what his lady requested. “Allow me to pour the tea for you.”

“No need Jasper, in fact…” Isidora trailed off as she reached for the teapot, her lips quirking upwards. “Allow me to pour tea for you.”

“My lady, I insist that you allow me to do it.”

“Why Jasper, surely you realise that I’m an independent woman!”

“I think I can safely say that we both know that you’re more likely to give the floor a drink than ourselves.” Jasper replied, an amused lilt in his words as he reached out for the teapot, his hands brushing against Isidora’s. He quickly retracted his hands, much to the Corval lady’s surprise. “I apologise for placing my hands on yours.”

“Oh my, you make it sound so scandalous.” Jasper said nothing, a curt nod serving as the only indication that what Isidora said rang true. She sighed, it was best if she changed the topic. “Did the earl really wish to see Her Highness?”

“Indeed, Princess Penelope’s butler was unfortunately busy with assisting Prince Jarrod’s butler in calming the prince down.”

“Urgh, what did he do this time? Hopefully not terrorising some poor girl.” Not that Isidora cared much for the servants (save for Jasper), but she had to continue to cultivate her reputation as a kindly noble while she was still at the summit. She still hadn’t formed an alliance yet after all.

“He had an unfortunate disagreement with a lord from Jiyel. I believe it was something about the size of Revaire and its implied military might.” Isidora smirked, if only Jarrod knew how powerful other kingdoms were despite being much smaller than Revaire. “I would much rather inquire on your day, I’m extremely sorry that I’m unable to assist-”

“Jasper.” The butler stopped, understanding that Isidora wanted nothing more than his company. While he was happy to oblige, he was unable to shake off the truth that he had a duty to Isidora, whether she liked it or not. The Corval lady sighed, giving her butler a meaningful look before helping herself to one of the Wellin sweets. “It has slipped my mind, but did you enjoy the play?”

“I did. It was interesting to see your exchange with Prince Zarad, and I was pleasantly surprised by your quick witted improvisation on stage.”

“You can tell it’s all improvised?” Jasper had a neutral expression on his flawless features, but the way his eyebrows were slightly raised… Isidora could tell that the answer was a resounding yes. “Is this the part where I ask if you’ve memorised the whole play?”

“It’s been a while since I’ve read the script, but I think I’m confident in directing should you ask me to.” Isidora hummed in consideration, she would like to put Jasper’s childhood stay in the library to test. One day, she thought to herself. One day. “Now then, I’m regretful to inform you that you’ve agreed to meet Princess Cordelia.”

“To think you asked whether I would like to remain in the parlour when I already have an appointment here.” Isidora commented, with Jasper rising from his seat. She sighed, it was a great pity that their time alone came to an end for the day. Time was never on her side, with the summit coming to an end in less than two weeks. “Now I wished I left the sweets alone, I don’t think it’ll be enough for both of us.”

“I can obtain some Corval chocolates for you if you wish.”

“I think that’ll be lovely.” Jasper bowed, about to exit when Cordelia entered. Cordelia curtsied, greeting both Isidora and Jasper. “Your highness, you’re early.”

“I almost wished I’ve gotten the time wrong, it seemed to me that you’re forming lasting bonds with others.” Cordelia friendly replied, giving a retreating Jasper an apologetic glance before focusing her attention on Isidora. The Corval lady said nothing, smiling as though nothing had happened. Just because she was aware that Cordelia possessed no ill intent didn’t mean that she shouldn’t be wary, the summit was still a dangerous place. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“It’s my pleasure. Please, have a seat.” Isidora gestured to chair where Jasper just sat, a small part of her wishing that Cordelia was indeed late. Or at least, later than usual. ‘Two more weeks until the summit ends… I’ll have to make the most of it before Jasper and I have to part ways…’

#7KPP #7KPP Secret Santa 2019 #Corval MC x Jasper #sorry for the poor quality #Altair writes

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