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blackterrae · 9 months

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Ideas for Black!Reader Fic

I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on! For the following:

Princess Bride

Alice In Borderland

Johnny Depp- All his characters

Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis

Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz

Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles

Damsel

The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!

Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!

The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.

Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)

NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!

Hamilton

Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)

Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!

Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!

Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!

AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)

Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!

SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)

WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!

Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!

Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA

MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!

Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.

Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!

Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!

Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.

The Bear

FBI (All)

The good doctor

Tiktokers: Vinnie hacker

Blue Bloods

Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics

Slashers

Stranger Things

Cruel Intentions

Burnt

Dave Lizewski

Eddie Redmayne

Macgyver (2016)

Fresh Prince of Belair

Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?

On My Block

Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!

Matt Rife

Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!

The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader

Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.

Walker Texas Ranger (1993)

Top Gun

Nicolas Galitzine

Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are

Dolan Twins

Mission Impossible

Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics

Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher

Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more

Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)

River Phoenix

Batman Beyond

Rider Strong

Danny Gonzalez

Timothée Chalamet

New York Undercover

Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James, PRETTYMUCH Bay, Daniel Caesar, October London, Steve Lacey, Artemas, YUNGBLUD, Andy Biersack,Eduardo Vega(etc.)

Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)

Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.

Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.

Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳

DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!

Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.

Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader

Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)

Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!

Vikings - There are a good amount but still!

Transformers

Suits

Saved By The Bell

The Goldbergs

Parks & Recreation

Leverage

The Outsiders

Heart of Stone

New York Undercover (1994)

Addams Family

Victorious

Matpat

ICarly

The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)

Think Like A Man (2012)

One on One (2001)

Scorpion (2014)

The King of Queens (1998)

G.I. Joe Franchise

Terminator

Beware the Batman (2013)

Any and all Asian Idols/Actors

Seal Team

Mortal Combat

Bill and Ted

Barbie

Detroit: Become Human

Will Trent

Tokyo Vice

Growing Pains

Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]

The Regime

Batman: The animated series

The Sympathizer

The Invitation

Jawbreaker

Hunger Games

Saved By the Bell

Eve (2003)

Yellowstone

Superstore

Rodrick Heffley

Tracker

Girlfriends

Grown-ish

CSI

If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!

Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.

Also tag black writers who you want to see this!

@sheabuttahwrites @shinsouscatpisssmell @cocoamoonmalfoy @heathenarmyimagines @cinewhore @cocoamoonmalfoy @stxxllaaa @glitterjuju @lilvampirina @breanime @blackmissfrizzle @afro-hispwriter @stargirlfics @lavenderursa @clydesducktape @pettyprocrastination @theblvckvenus @plantvenuss @punani @n-slayaaaaa @infernalodie @halfofmysoulsblog @iridecsense @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @supremethunda @thekrazykeke @canumoveurseatup-no @hiatuswhore @avintagekiss24 @ohcaptains @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @xsapphirescrollsx @sunflowertuliplily @bakarilennox @batfamily14 @ramp-it-up @blackreaders-assemble @royallyprincesslilly @funnyexel @blackterrae @slashisms @artemisthewh0re @shelbydelrey @toocriticalharlow @v-era-18 @vampsired @queenimmadolla @sinnerlillith @greengoblinswifey @apocalypse-shuffle

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graysturns · 2 months

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𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕖!

choosing to gatekeep my name bc it’s kind of unique and i want to stay anon but you can call me ivy :)

i’m so down to be friends just msg me i promise i’m nice!! i would love sturniolo friends my age :,)

matt girl but ALSO chris

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things i love!

-reading and writing

-tattoos/piercings! (i have 3 tats and a septum but i want more asap)

-matcha lattes w soymilk

-pepsi

-using exclamation points!!

-dolan twins

-the hunger games

-the sturniolos

-salmon poké bowls

-animal crossing

-pinterest

-avatar the last airbender (prince zuko, really)

-vinyl records

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my music taste is all over the place but it’s mostly:

-sza

-mac miller

-frank ocean

-kid cudi

-joji

-pierce the veil

-mike sherm

-alex g

-childish gambino

-dominic fike

-the marias

-other latin artists but the list is already so long and i don’t wanna bore y’all

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i also want to say this is a safe space! you can come here without worrying about judgement from me ever. i’ve been through some shit and life is hard. if you have suicidal thoughts, or self harm, please don’t hesitate to reach out because i’ve been there and you need to know you are so, so loved. i want my page to be a place where we can all be besties and uplift one another 🤍

this is a drama free zone ❌ leave it at the door babes

ok love u bye

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strawberrysturniolo · 5 months

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i used to be a huge dolan twin fan and i was literally thinking the other day that the fandoms r so alike. Girls going absolutely insane abt them with girl rumors and them not really keeping friends around besides each other. e and g def watching from afar like damn been there done that.

i loved them but i wasn’t on social media when they were going so i honestky don’t know any of the drama w the fandom

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starringland · 1 year

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1. We only accept ANY FICTIONAL CHARACTERS from WESTERN MOVIES/SERIES only. We don't have any sepecific genre without the minimum age. (Example: Mia Dolan from La La Land)

2. One account per-head and no twins allowed (unless your characters has a twin). 👭

3. Your minimum tweets are 50 after 24 hours of verification and 30 tweets per-day for our activity check. Please make sure to do real time convo and be active.

4. Hiatus is allowed only for a day since we are only last for 6 days.

5. You can change your character only once and in a day after the verification.

6. Strictly no outsider. It means you're not allowed to interact with people outside of our agency. Please don't throw any drama / reunion or such here.

7. NSFW topics are allowed after 23:00 PM WIB.

8. Do inform us by knocking us through our main base @StarringLand if you have any problem. Mia's willing to listen anything! ⭐️

9. We will be kicking you out if you're breaking the rules and inactive for 1 day straight without permission.

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fundax · 4 years

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I am bisexual and I am literally not offended by that video! They just quoted their bullies. This makes no sense, it is okay to demand an apology, it is okay to get offended. It is even okay to unfollow them. BUT WHYYYYY ARE YOU BEING HATEFUL???

Like bitch?

Tf?

Calm yourself and DO NOT SEEK FOR DRAMA 💅🏻

I ain’t got no words for those who burn their merch and even cry 🤦🏼‍♀️ this is literal nonsense.

The video is from 5 years ago, if you really think that is wrong, you should’ve raised your voice and unfollowed them 5 fucking years ago 💀

#lol #dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #yall stop pls #are u dumb #drama #dolan twins drama #drama aint it #i'm dead 💀💀💀#💅🏻#stfu lol #lmfao bye

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lunedols-blog · 6 years

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don’t you love how we always paint the twins as innocent angels and praise them for not being problematic, but when i step back and look at it, they are really fucking problematic and so are their fRiEnDs.

this is a rant so beware.

FIRSTLY, i fucking hate how anyone who calls out the twins for their bullshit or doesn’t agree with them is a “fAkE fAn”. like how far do you need to be up someone’s ass to ignore all their mistakes. no one should 100% always agree with everything they do.

ALSO, their friends. now, i’m not saying that just because the twins are friends with them, that the twins are like this too, so don’t come for me. but, james is literally so problematic but everyone babies him when he plays the victim (grayson also does this but we will discuss that later). james will be called out for something then get all defensive and not admit his wrongs. like, it would be so much better if he had just accepted that he was wrong in certain situations and he can’t blame it on anything else.

NOW, for mr. grayson dolan, king of iNnOcEnCe and being pReCiOuS. he does the same things james does. he’ll say or do some dumb shit then get called out and play victim. when he sees that it’s not working, he’ll give some half ass apology. the twins always say they choose not to ingage themselves in drama but they cause the drama.

AND I CAN NOT FUKCING TELL YOU, how many times poc fans have been attacked and the twins start acting like fucking helen keller and don’t notice shit. but we’re expected to kiss their ass and look up to them? absolutely not. they get to act all wOkE and shit so they get praise but won’t step up to the plate when they need to.

also, on their friends. let their friends do problematic shit and they turn into helen keller but once someone else that is majorly hated. they become oh-so-vocal and social justice warriors.

TO MAKE A LONG MOTHERFUCKING STORY SHORT, i am angry. i am angry and i have been for a while. these are my feelings though and if you don’t like them, at this point, i’m gonna say this, suck my dick and balls. (sorry for being vulgar, i’m really mad). it’s not everyone in the fandom but it’s also a majority.

i’m not staying some place where i don’t belong and am not wanted. i don’t need and shouldn’t stay somewhere we im degraded and my opinion isn’t valued. all i want is the twins to call out their out-of-pocket fans and they act like helen keller, so i’m going to match that energy🤷‍♀️ until they suddenly gain their senses back, i guess we all won’t have any.

I SAID WHAT I SAID AND I KNOW WHAT I SAID, and most importantly, I MEANT WHAT I SAID

#dolan twins #ethan dolan #grayson dolan #grayson dolan blurb #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan oneshot #grayson dolan imagines #grayson dolan imagine #ethan dolan oneshot #ethan dolan blurb #ethan dolan smut #ethan dolan imagines #ethan dolan imagine #dolan twins drama #dolan poc #poc dolan #fuck them #helen keller headass

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baby-grayson · 4 years

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Sweet Enigma| Part 5

Word Count: 2605

Tags: @wheezeatmedolans @styles-dolan @prettyboydolan @evergreendolan @baby-turtles @dolanstacoma @kombuchagray @not-gbd @graysavant @someonetogray @dolansficsandpics @batgirl009 @voguekristens @letsgoget-high @crossedbone-kat @graysonsdollface

Ethan sat at his kitchen island, shoveling bites of pancake into his mouth. His phone buzzed so hard it nearly jerked off the counter. He swooped an arm down and caught it before it hit the ground. When he stopped to read the messages illuminating his screen, he once again confirmed his status as the smarter twin.

In a room on the other side of the house, a strung out and angry Sherry typed furiously at her laptop. She ignored phone calls and emails from her agent and publicist. Her nostrils flared at her computer screen while her manicure clacked against her keys. She sneered at the notifications coming in, forcing her to face the images of Grayson stalking into their tiny home with another woman.

From the other side of the room, Calvin Maddox leaned against a wall with a cool gaze. His eyes did not move from his emotional daughter while he spoke into his phone, “You hear me Chip? I want that girl’s name. I want her daddy’s name. I want her mama’s name. I want to know what she ate for dinner last night. And don’t you dare call me back until you know everything.” With a stern finger, he hung up the call and crossed his arms. Sherry turned from her position at the computer, her blue eyes were dark with something mad and disturbed. She gritted her teeth and turned back to finish what she was doing.

Wesley’s voice was choked up when Kate picked up the phone. She felt every one of her organs shake. Wesley’s breathing was uneasy, clearly audible over the phone. She closed her eyes and winced: like she was in pain at the dentist.

He didn’t even bother starting with pleasantries. “Katie—” Her heart broke to hear him say it like that, “What’s going on?” “Wes,” she started, “It’s not what you think,” her words got quicker with each second, “It-it looks—it’s not what it—”

“What am I supposed to think?” His voice was loud and sharp on her ears, “I’m—I’m confused Kate.”

“They’re not telling the truth—” “You’re not telling the truth! Kate! You said you were in Philadelphia! You said you were with your mom! And I look at my phone and see you in Jersey with some guy! Some guy that’s practically married! What am I supposed to think Kate? What am I supposed to feel?”

“I didn’t—I didn’t think—” “Didn’t think what?” Wesley choked on his words, “That you would get caught?”

Kate felt a single tear fall down the side of her face. As much as she had never believed Wesley was the one for her, she would have never pictured hurting him like this. His voice sounded like someone was stabbing him in the gut. In a deep place, she knew Wesley deserved better: not someone who would run off to the East Coast under false pretenses and the remnants of an old romance. She felt messy. She felt dirty. She felt problematic. Wesley was the last shred of her old life left. He was the last memory of a happy girl, with a healthy mom, and a doting boyfriend who never worried about Grayson Dolan.

“I’m done Kate. I can’t do this. Not if you’re going to treat me this way. I-I wish it was different, I really do but…. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t respect me enough to at least tell the truth.”

It pained Wesley to do it, in a deep and emotional place. Seeing those photos of Kate and Grayson forces Wesley to permanently let go of his vision for a future with her. In ten minutes, his entire idea of what his life would look like was erased for a darker picture. He loved her; she lied to him. He wore the stains of the tainted spaces she left in his heart.

And with that, Kate said goodbye to the last shred of her old life. She was, officially, a confused girl, with a sick mom, and no boyfriend but many worries about Grayson Dolan.

Her heart felt tortured: skewered by the events of the past few days. She felt a thousand arrows puncturing her aortas: some of them with Grayson’s name, some of them with Wesley’s, and some with her own because she could not deny that it was her own actions that catalyzed and inflicted her own pain.

And on that day, so many hearts were in pain. Grayson’s heart ached for Kate. He felt existentially disturbed in a deep place. He worried about what his decisions had done to Kate. Half of his mind hated the other half, for worrying more about Kate than he did about Sherry. He paced around his mother’s house, dragging fingers through his hair and playing at the callouses on his palms while he tried to formulate some kind of plan to make everything right.

The ability to do so was stripped from him from the media storm erupted in the winds of Sherry’s announcement.

Displayed as white text on a black background she wrote: “It is with a heavy heart and so much sadness that I am forced to announce the end of my engagement to Grayson Dolan. Grayson gave me so many beautiful moments and wonderful experiences, but I am moving onto a new, independent chapter in my life. Grayson’s decision to pursue a new direction in his life has offered me the opportunity to enjoy life as a liberated woman. Although I am trying to look at this new point in my life with excited eyes, thinking about all of the horizons that are out there for me: I am stricken by the pain, grief, and anguish of being involuntarily compelled to dispose of any fantasies of the life I was going to create with the man whom I thought was my soulmate. In this time, I am eternally grateful for the love and respect of my mother, father, sister, and all of my supporters.”

Grayson dialed the phone before the dust settled in his mind. He was surprised to hear Sherry’s voice on the other end, not her recorded voicemail or her assistant.

“Sherry—” his tone landed somewhere between agitated and massacred. “What was that? What did you—” “I should be asking you the same question,” she was calm and pointed. For all of her selfish, greedy flaws: Sherry Maddox never lost her purposefully, Southern composure. The only time she addressed someone with so much as a hair out of place, was when Grayson intruded on her space when he went to pack his bag: he had unraveled her once and he wasn’t going to do it twice.

“So we’re over? You didn’t even have the decency to tell me you were going to—to—to post that? To send that?” Grayson’s meaty fingers clutched his phone with white knuckled.

“Take it as retribution,” she popped her lips before continuing, “For not having the decency to tell me you were running away.” Her jaw cracked over the phone, “With another woman.”

Grayson sighed, “Sherry,” his tone was lighter. “I—I—” Grayson struggled. He wasn’t going to ask for her back. He didn’t want to ask for her back. He didn’t want to be with her. He didn’t even want to be on the phone with her right now. But he was trying to do the right thing, to honor his past commitments and make right his past mistakes. “—I’m trying to be a good man Sherry.”

She laughed. She laughed not with a happy effervescence but with a cold, chilling, mocking breath. “Good man? Since when does a good man leave his fiancé? Since when does a good man travel to the opposite end of the country in the middle of the night to get away from his fiancé? What kind of good man takes up post with another woman sleeping in his bed while his fiancé is stuck in California—trying to explain to her entire family why he wasn’t at their celebration and decided to embarrass her like that?”

Grayson gulped. She didn’t stop. “Tell me. How much of it was a lie? Because some of it had to be? Did you never love me? Did you used to love me? What was I? Some kind of a publicity stunt? Were you insecure that the D’Amelios and the Pauls were more famous than you? Being a run away groom? This is more press than you’ve had in years? Did you know this from the beginning? Was it all fake? Or did something happen and suddenly I was just a device?” “No-“ his voice sounded more like a cry. “To think I actually wanted your children. You don’t deserve to have children in this world, anyone who can leave a path of hurt like that---you’re damn near a sociopath Dolan. I just can’t believe I let you hoodwink me into not seeing it for so long.” “NO!” He screamed into his phone, “I’m not a sociopath Sherry. I did love you. Once. I used to. But things changed. And I was wrong for—for not talking about it. For letting it boil up in me. For thinking that a happy future was a—a good enough reward for a problematic present—but sometimes it isn’t. and it wasn’t for us—for me.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry Sherry. I’m sorry I hurt you—you didn’t—you don’t deserve this. I’m going to be sorry I hurt you for the rest of my life. But please believe me when I say I never used you, when I say I never lied to you. I’m not a perfect man Sherry—I’m far from it—but nothing from the past year and a half was an act.” “You must really think I’m a dumb blonde huh?” Sherry’s cool tone was completely juxtaposed to the sound of Grayson’s panting yells, “You are right about one thing Dolan, you will be sorry about this for the rest of your life.” Before he could ask, Grayson heard the dial tone as she hung up their call.

Grayson didn’t notice his mother’s figure leaning against the doorway of the kitchen, but he didn’t flinch when she put a loving hand on his shoulder. His entire, large, beefy body was shaking. He sucked in his top lip and let it flop onto his bottom one with a large breath. Lisa clutched him caringly, “It’ll be okay.”

“That’s what Kate said,” Grayson’s face fell into a defeated picture.

“She’s smart,” Lisa took a seat at the kitchen island with Grayson. He looked over to his mother, finding comfort in her familiar gaze.

Grayson nodded softly, “I’m not.”

Lisa moved her hand to hold his forearm, radiating heat onto his skin, “No, you are. You just need to slow down. To think about what you want.” “What I want?” Grayson’s mouth shortened at the edges. Lisa nodded softly, knowingly, “You didn’t want Sherry. Not in that way.” Grayson lifted in his eyebrows in silent agreement. “Courage is grace under pressure,” she recited from memory, “In our hardest moments, we look to our purest truths.”

Grayson bit the inside of his cheek, “Thank you fortune cookie” His tone was low and deprived of any jest.

Lisa scoffed softly and hit him across the arm playfully, “I’m saying when you left Sherry, you weren’t just leaving her—you were looking for something. Something that is currently upstairs, laying in a ball because her boyfriend just broke up with her.” “Broke up with her?” Grayson had been too preoccupied with his own storm to check in with Kate for the past few hours. Lisa nodded, “It was bad but she’ll make it. The strong ones always do.”

“Am I strong one mom?” Grayson’s voice sounded small leaving his lips, nearly childlike.

Lisa released a breath though her nose and met her son’s eyes, “You are. Stronger than you think. But the only way to prove it to yourself is to get your life in order. And the only purpose who can do that, who can prove that, is you Grayson.”

Grayson Dolan never liked running. He felt like a hamster on a wheel. If he wanted to enjoy nature and feel at one with his surroundings, he would go for a merry walk or a bouncy hike. If he wanted to work out, to drench himself in sweat and manifest his troubles into physical struggle: he had a myriad of options to tone his body.

On that day, Grayson Dolan took off running and did not look back. The dozens of confusing, conglomerated, and strange emotions he had been feeling propelled one foot to push off and fly while the other met the ground. He felt his mind slow down for the first time in too long while he body quickened. The New Jersey breeze blew through his hair while leaped over a stump and kept going. If it wasn’t for the occasional pebble in his shoe, Grayson would have felt like a bird: soaring in the air without a precise destination. He glided through the air until he figured out what he wanted to run toward. Once he had a goal in mind, he turned around and hustled his way back home.

Kate stood under the shower head, letting a pressurized stream dance over her skin. She lifted her head up, taking in deep breaths as the water washed over her body. She felt her muscles relax for the first time in months. She let her mind go blank, refusing to let negative thoughts ruin this moment for her. She hooked her hands around her neck, rubbing soft circles and feeling a serene calm sound over her entire body.

The shower had started to steam up, the air was thick was a humid fog. The only audible sound was the whistle of the hot shower head.

Kate didn’t hear the door close. She didn’t hear the soft sound of clothes falling onto the bathmat. She didn’t even hear the shower curtain move from within her zen state. Her muscles tenses and then relaxed with the knowledge that the hands wrapped around her waist were Grayson’s.

He placed a kiss on the side of her neck. She stretched it out, allowing more room for his lips. His gentle fingertips drove deeper into her wet skin. She pursed her lips while she exhaled, nearly moaning as she melted under his lips.

One of his hands draped down and grabbed onto her thigh, pulling her closer to him at the waist. She bit her lip and smirked, silently wishing he could see her expression while she felt him press hard against her ass.

She turned slightly and went to meet his lips.

Grayson pulled back. His eyes darted around the scene and his hands went lip from where they laid around her. Grayson swallowed and took a step back, nearly fell over in the shower.

He suddenly realized what he was doing. Sure, he was now a free man but Kate wasn’t his woman. He couldn’t just barge into her shower, hold her naked body, slam her against a wall, and do dirty things to her all night.

Hell, the last he kissed her was nearly three years ago.

Kate seemed to sense his inner turmoil. She stepped toward him and licked her lips, wearing something dark in her eyes.

She clasped a hand around his jaw and his lips and pulled his face toward her, “Finish what you started.”

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Edward collecting his venom in those two weeks like:

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Here's a vid of me lookin like a dumb ass being pretty awkward. Just wanted to say thank you. There's so much to say I always freeze lol 💙✌🏻

#I remember everything that happened that day #twitter filled with drama and ethan posting this out of nowhere to prove how much he loves us #I'm sure he'll never post something like this again #people treat him like shit on twitter #I dont think he feels comfortable enough to interact like this again #but I hope he knows how loved he is #this boy deserves the world #the amount of love I have for him in my heart......#would die for him #my sweet creature !!#ethandolan #ethan dolan #dolan twins #ed aesthetic

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good mf morning it’s tuesday laid ease 🥴 i woke up this morning and my lip has been twitching non stop so that’s fun 😂😂 but anyways i hope today is a good day for everyone and i love y’all so much 🥰 ps i hope today we see the loopy twins !! my hearts gonna burst 🥺

#is this a recycled selfie ???? maybe ive been feeling uggs lateky and havent been able to take any good pics im sORRY #ethan looks so good here #finally back on my ethan shit 😫 i missed him nd the drama that comes with him #tuesday selfie #ethan dolan #dolan twins

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R.I.P. SS

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CAMERON DALLAS?!?

CAmeRoN DaLLaS!!!?

(The beautiful world of Jeffree Star)

#shane dawson #jeffreestarapproved #jeffree star #documentary #dolan twins #james charles #beauty community #beauty channel #makeup #cameron dallas #drama #youtube #youtuber #the beautiful world of jeffree star

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Drama ain't it, chief.

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Me @ fandom drama

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A heart’s journey [10/10]

Parts ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE

warnings: forced marriage, drama/angst

words: 4.534 [this is stupid long, I know, but IT’S A FINALE GUYS]

summary: a wedding...or not?

tagslist: @graydolan12 @sweet-dolans @obsessedlittleangel-deactivated @ninjadurtles @weirdshapedbawlz

TEN

What’s going on? Did Grayson not get his way? Did the Duchess manage to convince him in the end? Are my family safe after all? Do I marry him? Am I prepared to marry someone who doesn’t even like me? Whose life I ruined? How am I supposed to do this?

All the thoughts swirling in your head are making you feel dizzy and it’s a good thing you’re sitting down, because otherwise you probably would’ve fallen over. There's people pulling at your hair and scrubbing you down with scented soaps. A maid is putting up your breakfast by the window while another one is laying out your dress on the bed.

If you’d had your breakfast already, the sight of all the virgin white folds of fabric would definitely make you throw up. As it is, your stomach can only cramp up and you can’t stop staring at the dress, this entire situation somehow wholly incomprehensible to you.

You wish they had let Tatiana stay.

There’s excited chattering around you as they towel you down and when someone starts dressing you, you don’t even feel their touch. It’s like you’ve been degraded to a mere spectator in your own body and someone else is steering it. When your undergarments are on, you’re sat down in front of the food but your hand feels too heavy to lift. You stare at the food and you can’t seem to find one single reason why you should put it in your mouth. It’s not like you’re going to taste any of it anyway…

The maids are tugging on your hair, twirling it around hot irons and twisting it into perfect little curls. Out of the corner of your eye you can see yourself for a short moment. You look pretty. Your hair looks pretty. Your undergarments are pretty. There’s a fine pattern sown into the fabric, you realize. It’s hundreds and hundreds of ‘V’s. You can’t feel your hands anymore.

“Hurry up, the ceremony is starting in a few hours!”

“She hasn’t even eaten, yet.”

“Well, we weren’t ordered to start earlier. It’ll be fine.”

“The Graces have already had breakfast, Katie said so.”

“Well, the ceremony will simply have to wait for the bride. They can hardly start without her.”

“The church looked beautiful, have you seen the flowers?”

No. There is a magic word that will stop all this and you know it. You can always say ‘no’. Right? That’s probably the cruellest part in all of this. That there’s that tantalizing sliver of a chance of escaping the situation you’re stuck in. You could always just say ‘no’.

In reality, though, you cannot. The option of saying ‘no’ to things, anything really, is not one you’re given. It’s a curtesy, allowed only because nobody can physically move your mouth for you. You have to do it yourself. Which makes you into a part of the conspirators working against you. Always against you. They bred the ability of saying ‘no’ out of you, lock, stock and barrel. And they did it well. You don’t think you can remember the last time you said ‘no’ to anything. Everything is a ‘yes’ with you, which makes asking you kind of obsolete in the end. Even if Grayson – or anyone, really – had asked you to marry him, you would’ve said yes. How could you possibly say ‘no’?

The thought of standing in the church, hundreds of important people filling row after row, staring at you, and you…in front of Grayson on the steps, the pastor next to you, and everyone holding their breath to listen to your ‘yes’. You could never say ‘no’, not in that moment. You couldn’t even say ‘no’ when it was just you, the Duchess, and the twins in the room.

“Too nervous to eat, hm?”, one of the maids says with a look to your plate. She smiles and shakes her head, like you’re just being quirky. “I get it. I was nervous at my wedding, too. Men that have that effect on you are truly special.”

You don’t know how to respond to that and so you just let her lead you to stand in front of the mirror, where two other start putting your wedding dress on.

“Your mother excuses herself, but one of your sister is not feeling well”, a maid babbles while pushing glittering pins into your hair. “She sent up a package for you, though.”

“As did Miss Cameron”, the other maid says and points to the vanity. There’s a black box and a soft blue wrapper containing some sort of fabric. You nod mechanically to signal you’ve registered the maids’ words but your feet are rooted to the floor. You can’t move.

It takes two maids to pull the dress closed and it should hurt but it doesn’t. You’re too numb to feel anything by this point. Keep your head high. Back straight. Don’t let your mask slip. Don’t scream. Keep it together. If you don’t let anything in, nothing can touch you.

When you see yourself in the mirror, your literally can’t breathe. It’s pulled tight around your waist, which looks tiny. The skirts are flowing around you, so much more fabric than you remember from the fitting. Little clear stones are sown into the front into a flowing, almost flame-like pattern, glittering with every move you make. In true northern style it covers your breast and only barely clings to your shoulders with flimsy, see-through sleeves. Even though there is no closed collar, you feel like the dress is choking you, swallowing you whole, forming a bubble around you nobody can pierce – no matter how hard you scream nobody would be able to hear you anyway through all the layers of soft, perfectly white fabric.

You have never felt smaller in your life.

“M’lady?”

You take the package offered to you. There’s a card attached to it. ‘Officially: welcome to the family. We’re so glad to have you! PS: I’m gonna need that back, this is my grandma’s and I’m only allowed to borrow it’.

If you’d had any breath left in your lungs, you would’ve laughed out loud. It’s a veil. To cover up your face and hide you from the world. The girl from the disgraced family. The girl from the province that lies in pieced. The girl Grayson Dolan was forced to marry. The girl without a face.

Cameron probably thought you were too naïve to pick up on the not-so-subtle gibe, probably thought you’d think of it as a kind gift. But you can feel the words, the symbolism, dig deep into your heart while the maids gasp about the veil and discuss how to place it on your head.

The black box is from your mother. There’s a card also. ‘My dear daughter, on this important day of your life you need to know how much we all love you. We are sad to see you go, but you’re a woman now, a wife. You’re going your own way now, and we cannot follow you. However, this does not mean you will have to go all alone. We will always be with you, in your heart. To commemorate that and for you to be able to carry a part of us as a family with you, we gift you this. We coordinated with Miss Cameron and since she gave you your “something borrowed” we present to you your “something blue”. We will always love you and we wish you all the best in your new life as a Dolan!”

The box reveals a collar and earrings, crafted out of beautiful blue gemstones, and formed like drops of water cascading down your décolleté. It’s breath-taking.

One of the maids takes the collar from your hands and lays it around your neck, where it lies cool and surprisingly heavy; a cold weight pulling on your neck, like a very expensive noose. It’s quite ironic actually, you realize as you look up at yourself at the mirror. The collar looks like crystallized water dripping down from around your neck while the glittering on your dress swirls and dances around you like flames licking around your form.

…your own way…new life…we cannot follow you…a Dolan…you’re a wife now…

When the maid who’s putting on your earrings pats your shoulder, you’re surprised to feel the hot streaks of wet on your cheeks. The mirror reflects your eyes shining with tears and the shimmering traces of where they spilled over your cheeks. You can’t feel anything. Are your eyes burning? You’re not sure. They should be. The salt should be pricking in your eyes. Why can’t you feel anything?

“You are very beautiful”, the maid tells you and squeezes your shoulders. She gives you a warm smile from her position behind you, where she just fastened your earrings. “I’m sure many will cry when they lay their eyes on you.”

The laugh that breaks out of you is more of a weak croaking sound. Yeah. You’re beautiful. That’s the main thing, right? At least you’re beautiful…

It takes the maids almost fifteen minutes to get to a consensus about the veil. And you can’t stop crying. You didn’t even know you had this many tears in you, but here you are, your eyes spilling more and more. The salt will crust the gems of your collar, you should probably stop.

But you don’t know how. No matter how many times you wipe your cheeks dry with the handkerchief someone handed you, there’s still more tears coming until your cheeks are red and puffy from all the wiping but still glistening wet. You’re still staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to comprehend this…any of this. The maids’ chattering has died down to a low murmur over the last few minutes and you can hear the concern in their voices as they keep glancing at you.

You want to tell them you’re fine. Honestly. You don’t know what’s wrong with you, either. But you’re almost positive all that would come out, if you tried to open your mouth, would be a broken scream. So you pretend not to notice them looking and keep wiping away the tears streaming down your face.

One of the maids has left the room, to do God knows what, and a look at the clock tells you, you have another twenty minutes left until the ceremony. You’re supposed to be sitting in the carriage by now, on the way to the church. Where Grayson is waiting.

Grayson. Lovely, happy, sweet Grayson. Grayson, who turned bitter and angry because of you.

“Well, we won’t need any rouge at least, no?”, one of the maids says, the one who thought you were crying because of your own beauty at first. It’s a poor attempt at lightening the mood, but it makes you smile nonetheless. She’s right. Your cheeks are red and irritated, almost like you’re blushing. Well, you never had a problem with blushing around Grayson anyhow.

The door flies open and you jump at the sound of it hitting the wall hard.

“What- oh. Oh no.” It’s Cameron and for all her pretending to like you, she seems genuinely distressed at the sight of you. “Shit, what happened?”

You’re unable to reply but you still manage to evade her hand when she tries to touch you. You can’t bear the thought of contact with her, not after you heard her egging on her brother to leave you and your family in the dirt.

The thought makes you smile a bitter smile. You’re so hypocritical, aren’t you? Here you are panicking because you realized your life is literally over now – you marry this guy and you served your purpose. Done. That’s it. A pawn in the Duchess’ and your parents’ game, and you couldn’t tell who won here, but you know it’s not you. On the other hand you’re mad at Cameron for trying to stop this exact thing from happening in the first place.

You don’t even know what you want, anymore.

And that’s not true, your heart knows exactly what you want. Get away from all this. Find someone who understands. Someone who actually likes me. Someone I can trust.

But that’s not realistic, not in your world it isn’t.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”, Cameron insists, her voice soft and concerned now. She doesn’t approach you and has her hands up, like she’s trying to soothe a spooked animal. “You look like hell. Are you … I thought you liked my brother?”

Your laugh is so hard and bitter, it makes you shiver. It’s true. You like Grayson. A lot, actually. More than you should after knowing him only for a few weeks. But just because you want him to like you with all the honesty and rawness and imperfection you grew to adore in him, that doesn’t mean he has to like you back. And he doesn’t. Why would he? You ruined his life.

“Am I wrong?”, Cameron asks slowly. “Do you…you really don’t want to do this, do you?”

“I…” Your voice breaks and your cheeks are still wet from the tears continuously spilling over them. You can feel where they’re running down your neck and into the beautiful blue collar, like little streams that get lost before they can go anywhere. “I ruined everything.”

You ruined your family’s plans to marry you to Ethan. You ruined your sisters’ chance at a carefree life. You ruined your province’ chances of getting aid from the Dolans. You ruined the Duchess’ relationship with her youngest son. You ruined Grayson’s life.

“I didn’t mean to…” Your voice is barely more than a whisper and you don’t know why you’re telling Cameron this, it’s not like she cares, but you hold onto her wide-eyed look like she’s the only anchor that you can focus on. “...didn’t mean for him to hate me…I never…I just wanted…”

Before you can figure out where you’re going with this, Cameron suddenly turns around and pulls the door open again. She points a finger at the maids. “You, go get ice, she’ll need to put it on her eyes. And you make sure to comfort her. At least give her a chair to sit down or something.”

The next second she’s gone, leaving you behind feeling more lost and empty than before. The remaining maid pulls up a chair and even though sitting down feels like the last thing that’ll help you now, you do it to make her feel a little better. The clock is incessantly ticking on the wall. It’s five minutes to eleven. You’re supposed to be at the church, getting your frocks in order and touching up the positioning of the veil. Not sit here, a pathetically sobbing mess in a dress that probably costs more than your sisters’ entire wardrobe.

You’re not entirely sure what you’re waiting for exactly, but you jump up from your chair when you hear voices approaching in the hallway.

“This is not proper, he’s not supposed to see her before the – “

“I don’t care. She’s scared and lost and fucking broken, alright? Where is your empathy – no, scratch that, where is your decency? She’s a human being and she doesn’t deserve to be treated like a…a…a thing!”

“Cameron – “

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“No, Cam, I mean…what am I supposed to do? I don’t think she even wants to talk to me right now, she sounded pretty upset the way you described her.”

“For fuck sake – “ “Cameron!” “ – grow some balls and just talk to her. If you guys had talked this out when you had the chance, all this drama would never have happened in the first place.”

“Cam, I don’t – “

“I don’t want to hear it. She’s crying, Grayson, and it’s your fault.”

“First of all, that’s unfair, and second…what am I supposed to do, you said yourself she’s crying –“

“You had infinite chances to step up. Now, get over yourself and fix this.”

“How – “

“Fix it.”

Although you heard his voice, you’re not prepared when Grayson stumbles into the room. His hair is dishevelled, no traces of stubble left on his jaw to be seen, and his eyes are wide as he stares at you just as overwhelmed as you. He’s wearing a double-breasted coat in a beautiful midnight blue, a pristine white scarf is tied around his neck, and the buttons on his coat are shining in the same silver-white that encases the gemstones around your neck. His eyes flicker over your dress of a brief second, wide and almost timidly, like he’s not supposed to look. Right, the whole ‘don’t see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding’ superstition. Well, you don’t think the marriage could’ve started with any more misfortune, so it doesn’t make a difference anyhow.

“Um, hello”, Grayson finally speaks up and scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. He’s two strides away from you and you don’t know if you wish he was closer or farther away from you. “You look…” He gestures at you with a sort of helpless shrug. His sudden appearance stunned you enough to make the constant stream of tears stop, at least, so your vision isn’t too blurry anymore. “…beautiful.”

“Thank you”, you say and you’re almost surprised there’s no echo audible in your voice, so hollow do the words feel.

“You…um. Cameron said, uh, you were having…doubts? About the wedding?”, Grayson stammers and now he’s let go of his neck, but he starts fiddling with the tails of his coat nervously. If you weren’t feeling so utterly out of place, it would probably be cute.

“I…guess you could say that”, you mumble and it feels so wrong to say this – at all, but specifically to his face. You can’t even look directly at him as you say the words.

“Oh, um…” He sounds caught off guard, like he didn’t actually expect you to say that. “Well, then…I mean, if- if you don’t want to marry me, that’s fine. Of course. I don’t…I do not want to force you or anything, I hope you did not think of me like that.”

“I – I don’t know”, you whisper and look up, almost desperately, in search for answers. If anything his expression confuses you even more.

“Well, um, there’s kind of important people waiting for us in a church, so…you should probably decide quickly”, he mumbles and doesn’t seem to be able to decide whether or not to look at your face, his dark eyes flickering between you and the room. He looks different. Strange. You have never seen him like this, vulnerable, and you can’t tell if your heart speeds up because you’re scared or awed.

“It’s not just my decision”, you remind him quietly. “You don’t want to…marry me either.”

His head snaps up at that and there’s a crease between his eyebrows when he speaks: “What? Who said that?”

You. You did. You shrug and lower your eyes, unable to tell him what’s on your mind. There’s a shuffling noise and Grayson takes half a step towards you. His eyes seem even darker than usually as they lock onto yours intently.

“Why would you think that?”

You can’t help the incredulous snort. “Well, I took away your choice, didn’t I? That’s why you hate me.”

Grayson’s mouth opens and closes twice before he manages to get an actual word out. “I, um, no, that’s…well, I did say that, I guess, but…I didn’t mean it like that.”

You almost don’t dare ask, your heart fluttering in your chest as you try to keep your swirling thoughts in check. “How did you mean it?”

“I guess, I…” Grayson trails off and sighs deeply, his eyes never letting you go. “I wanted to choose, yeah? I wanted to be offered the choice, but that doesn’t mean…well, I would’ve chosen you if I’d gotten the chance, you know?”

He would’ve chosen me? Given an actual choice…he would’ve still chosen me?

“I had this whole plan, you see. I wanted to get to know the perfect girl and fall in love with her, but she would be smart, obviously, so she would never just fall for me like that, so I’d have to woo her. And then I’d ask her father for permission and I would’ve taken her somewhere that meant something to the both of us and I would’ve gotten down on one knee and I’d have asked her if she would have me…” Grayson takes another step towards you and you can see his chest move as he breathes quickly. “And I never got to do that and that sucks. I was angry, yeah, and I was an asshole taking it out on you. Especially since I’d been trying so hard not to be jealous when I got to know you as ‘Ethan’s fiancée’. But you…I wish we’d met differently. I could’ve blinded you with all my charm, instead of dropping all my idiot assholery on you from the beginning.” The smile playing on his lips turns sad slowly. “Maybe if I’d asked you, then you’d even have said yes.”

You’re pretty sure your entire innards have just melted into one big mush of sickly sweetness and you can’t breathe properly. “You never asked.”

Grayson stares at you, his eyes flickering over your face as though in search for something. “Uhm, well…” He clears his throat. “I don’t have a ring, either, but…would you, um…I know, I’ve been an asshole to you, when you’re the one who probably understood my situation better than anyone else. I never meant to hurt you and I truly, honestly hope you can forgive me. And, if it’s not too late…I guess what I’m asking is…even though I hurt you and made you cry, will you still have me?”

You can feel tears spring to your eyes again while he’s talking, and it doesn’t hurt this time either, but that’s because of the clouds of pure, unsuspected happiness surrounding you. Shakily you reach out and gingerly touch his hands, which he immediately responds to by turning them around so your smaller ones rest safely in his palms. His thumbs rub slow circles into the back of your hands and you lean forward, he ducks down and meets you in the middle where he presses your foreheads together.

“Yes”, you whisper into the shared air between the two of you. He laughs breathlessly and rubs his nose alongside yours, his eyes staring directly into yours.

“Yes?”, he repeats incredulously. His smile is so wide, you can see something like dimples pressing into his cheeks, and his eyes are dancing with happiness.

“Yes”, you say again, happy tears blurring your vision and your mouth spreading into smile so wide it almost hurts. “Yes, Grayson, of course. Yes.”

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The ceremony starts almost an hour late and people are murmuring and eyeing you but you can’t bring yourself to care. You can’t concentrate on what the priest is saying, Grayson is so bright, so vibrantly beautiful next to you as he keeps sneaking glances at you and winking mischievously when you catch him. The priest has to clear his throat twice during the procedure and when Grayson finally kisses you it’s the sweetest, softest and yet hottest thing that has ever happened to you. His lips are much softer than you imagined and he tastes sweet at first, until his hand cupping your jaw carefully slips into your nape and he buries his fingers in your hair, pulling you in. That’s when you realize how hot someone’s breath actually is when it’s breathed right into your mouth, how much hotter the tip of a tongue feels when it teases against your lips playfully.

You’re absolutely breathless when Grayson pulls away and you know your face has turned to its usual shade of red when you’re around him. People are clapping and smiling and your mother even cries a little bit.

When it’s time for your and Grayson’s dance, the Duchess’ touches his arm briefly when he walks past her. You can’t hear what she says but Grayson’s face softens and he nods at her with a small smile before he returns to lead you onto the dancefloor. Every step sits perfectly, just like you practiced and you’re almost sure you can hear Magnusson sigh dreamily and accomplished from across the room.

“What was that all about?”, you ask Grayson and nod to his mother. “All good?”

He shrugs but the proud smirk spreading over his face tells you, something is up. “Yeah, all good. Actually, it’s kind of about my wedding gift to you?”

“You didn’t have to”, you flush and shake your head. “I didn’t get you anything.”

“Well, I wanted to”, he shrugs and twirls you around perfectly. “It’s not really for you anyway, it’s just something I felt I should do. Someone should do.”

You stare at him blankly, waiting for him to explain. In the back of your mind something keeps nagging you – maybe this has something to do with what you overheard in the corridor last night? Grayson chuckles but it sounds almost nervous, like he’s not quite sure how you will react. You can feel the tension in his body where it moves against you stiffer than before.

“I…Well, I just thought…You said Lausanne needs aid, yes? Especially fresh water was a problem from what I remember. So, I just- I guess, I just thought how much fresh water we got here in Frysk, from lakes and rivers, but also from the snow, and…and I ordered Ethan’s and my battalion to distribute as much fresh water in Lausanne as possible. They’re preparing to leave right now.”

Again you feel choked up but it’s not the weight of the gemstones pressing the air from out of your lungs. “But…the Duchess…”

“She’s not a monster”, Grayson shrugs with a small smile. “She can be stubborn and proud and protective but…she’s still my, Mum. She loves us, she loves this province, and she’s not made of stone.”

“So”, you swallow with difficulty, unable to look away from Grayson’s face. “So, she allowed it?”

Grayson nods once and his smile deepens a little, his eyes softening further as he looks right back at you, openly. “She said, it’d probably be a nice idea for us to take our honeymoon in the south. Strictly, to rekindle the diplomatic relationships between our provinces, of course.”

The dance isn’t completed yet, you still have almost a full minute to go, but you don’t wait. You get up on your tip-toes, grip onto his shoulders for balance, and press your lips to his in an attempt to somehow convey your love and gratitude because words could never describe what you’re feeling for him right now.

There are chuckles and murmurs again, and the scandalized gasp is probably Magnusson’s, but you don’t care. You found a man, who turns the end of your entire purpose into the beginning of something new, something beautiful. Something you can’t wait to finally experience.

THE END

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