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Legend of the Waterlily Fairy

Artist: @/HNisBack

A/N: It's that time of year for the second time. Happy anniversary, Prosciutto ❤️‍🔥 This fic is very near and dear to my heart. As it's for an AU that's been in development for as long as I've self-shipped with Prosciutto. While it's undergone countless developments, this is the version I'm most happy with. Last year I'd made a post how I'd ended up shipping with him. And I'm so happy my love for him has only grown so I could write something like this and get such a wonderfully commissioned artwork that I'd dreamed of getting. He is so precious to me...more than I could put into mere words or thought. Context for this AU is that the settings (Arun/Soleil and Luna) are based on mughal South Asia and medieval Italy. The countries were once at war with each other but are in the process of negotiating a union born of the marriage between their respective princess and prince. The legend mentioned in the story is based on Bangla folklore. For the sake of recognition, Pros and Foca’s name are kept intact. But they are originally princess Sidra and prince Gaetano. Ria is my cousin’s OC and a big part of the AU overall.

Pairing: Prosciutto x Focaccia Warnings: penetrative sex, cunnilingus, descriptive vanilla smut Genre: Royal AU, fluff, smut Summary: The Lunar prince visits Soleil to negotiate more marriage terms but is met with a reluctant yet interesting Solar princess.

Translations: (thank you to @/theschneckenhouse for the Latin translations!) Rajkumari: princess Projapoti: butterfly Shapla: water lily Phool: flower Pori: fairy Lal: red Shada: white Lehenga: traditional south asian dress Orna: the “shawl wrap” that comes with lehenga Chai: Tea (but you knew that) Forma tu: beautiful Amore motus: done out of love Ego amo te: I love you Mae Puella: my lover (female) Principessa: princess Buona notte: goodnight

Monsoon is near. The heat of the Aruni sun makes the smell of thunderstorms cling to the air. Despite the famed heat, Arun is not known for dry lands or droughts. Rajkumari Focaccia’s personal garden alone attests to the lush flora. And that is not even counting the royal gardens of the palace that hold every possible breed of flower that fertile Aruni soil can sustain. As she watches over the palace gardens from the west end corridor, Focaccia wonders how something to beautiful about her country could bring about such destruction.

Rich with resources and lush with greenery, her country has been the interest of many a foreign ruler for quite some time. But none of them were so bold as the Lunars who decided to invade her land directly. Leaving the motherland’s beauty in charred ruins and ashes in their wake. Perhaps, she thinks, this is her calling. After all, she has been raised to be married for political gain and the Lunars posed a prime opportunity. Their militia, one of the most renowned… and feared. With their union, perhaps Arun will receive the protection it deserves.

Rajkumari Focaccia catches a stray petal in the air. From a rose knocked too hard by the cunning wind. The same way her soldiers had fallen to the mercy of Luna.

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“He’s visiting today,” the Queen informs her.

“I know.” Rajkumari Focaccia does not so much as look up from her book as she lays on the lounge chair. Her simple lehenga leaves her midriff exposed, the lazy positioning of her body stretching the two piece fabric in different directions.

“Will you try to at least look more happy about it?” Her mother demands. Reputation and dignity are everything in the Aruni court.

Focaccia pauses, forcing a smile and retrieving her orna from the side of the chaise lounge. “Yes, mother.”

The Queen offers no reaction, her mind already working to further the day’s agenda. “Go get dressed before he arrives for chai.” Her daughter nods in response and she leaves the bedroom.

Focaccia heaves a sigh, not knowing she was holding a rather long breath.

They’ve met before. A few times, and she has not been appreciative of his company. But the meetings are important to proceed with the marriage and the eventual wedding ceremony. Ruling together by his side as the queen of Luna… the thought makes her squeamish. She closes the chapter of the book, a favorite collection of fairy tales, and leaves to call for the lady’s maids.

She walks into the dressing area only to see a familiar face.

“Mina…”

“Rajkumari,” Mina bows politely. “Which one will it be today? I hear the Lunars are fond of blue, perhaps you would like to woo the prince with your styling choices?”

Focaccia giggles. Mina has been her friend as a lady’s maid since she was young. Growing up, though improper, she had a disposition spending time with the help. Asking them questions, wanting to help with the cooking. But the queen saw it as unfit for an heir and quickly influenced her out of the practice.

Focaccia scoffs fondly at the maid’s words.

“If the Lunars prefer blue then get me the pink one. I’ve no desire to cater to that man.”

Mina proceeds to carefully unearth a set of clothing from deep within the closet but still humors the thought.

“Why, if I had a prince like that I would only seek to please him myself,” she says dreamily.

“If I could, I’d ask you to marry that shrewd man instead of me. He may have the looks but life with him looks nothing short of hell. If you remember, he didn’t even greet me at my own débutante. Had the nerve to be there just to talk to the guests. I knew then he had no interest in marrying me and I still believe it to be true. If Arun didn’t have its resources… well whatever.”

Clearly, she has a lot on her mind and Mina, kind as she is, always listens to her words no matter what.

Focaccia slips one hand into the pink sequined top and then another before it’s tied tightly on her back. Despite the modest sleeves, the top of the lehenga has quite a low neckline to show off her cleavage though it was not her intention to dress so promiscuous.

Mina holds up the long pink skirts with hand embroidered flowers as Focaccia steps into them a bit clumsily. But her dressing isn’t complete until Mina ties her orna to the side.

“Thank you, Mina,” Focaccia says, looking into the mirror as her lady’s maid brushes her hair that falls limply to the back. “I think I’d like to keep it loose for today.”

“As you wish, your highness,” Mina replies, moving to get the lip taint and jewelry.

Silently, Focaccia adorns a gold nose ring tied to her heavy head piece. The queen’s crown is yet to be passed down to her but she feels it looming above her every second.

Mina applies a red tint to her lips.

“Shall I call for chai, your highness?”

“Yes, please.”

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As the ships dock to Arun’s harbor, Prosciutto sets foot on the warm land with a heated gaze that rivals the sun’s. A predator looking at its prey with grave interest. His commanding strait onto harbor beside his guard, Pesci, has the citizens staring at them with interest, making way for the foreign, feared prince.

Risotto falls into step right behind his prince, in perfect earshot.

“I will be taking an audience with the queen first things first,” is all he says for the taller man to understand and walk ahead. And Prosciutto imagines the preparation they must be making for his entrance into the palace.

“You’re not excited to see the princess?” Pesci chimes in, whispering to his best friend. From the last visit, he had taken quite a liking to the woman, and being as imaginative as he is, could already see her ruling Luna to greatness. But he would never admit that to the likes of the prince.

He scoffs. “Whatever for?”

“Well… she’s nice.”

Prosciutto sighs. “Have your wits about you Pesci.”

His wait by the gates is minimal as he hears the announcer call out his name for him to enter. And as proud Lunars do, he gives a low bow making his deep blue cape dip to the floor.

“Your majesty.”

Queen Parvati gives a nod in acknowledgment.

“Come, prince Prosciutto. Chai has been served and the king will be joining us shortly.”

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“Where are you going?” Ria whispers to her sister.

“The royal gardens,” Focaccia says, simply.

“But the prince is here to see you.”

“He’s here to see the queen and king. My say in this is as important as a passing projapoti’s.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, If he doesn’t agree to marry you we-“

“He will. Because Luna needs it. He’d be disadvantaged without what we have to offer. Marriage or no.”

Focaccia walks briskly out of the large arched doorways. Perhaps it is avoidance on her part but she can’t bring herself to care. The thought of having to converse with the arrogant man makes her blood boil so she only thinks to be in the place where she’s calmest. Watching the shapla phool bloom on the points by the garden’s bridge.

Recalling her last conversation with Ria, she feels somewhat guilty for treating her so coldly. Her peripheral vision catches the reddest rose in a nearby bush that suddenly catches her interest. The same petals that she caught that morning.

“Your highness.” The deep, smooth voice almost makes the princess jump. A familiar, disliked sound.

She turns to see prince Prosciutto, clad in his formal garb with his hands wrapped behind his back. A deceptive smile plastered on his face.

Timidly, she greets him.

“Your highness,” bowing as she says so. Unknown to the woman, Prosciutto notices her neckline dip farther at her motion and smirks to himself.

“Good afternoon,”

“To you as well.” Focaccia keeps her answers short, turning towards the flower with deep, feigned interest.

For a moment, they plunge into a silence, both light and filled with tension, as the breeze from the south seas mingle about, making Focaccia’s skirt sway to the same rhythm of Prosciutto’s cape.

Focaccia, in a way she hopes is subtle, steals glances at the fair haired prince out of her peripheral, finding a certain fascination with the way he regards the pond. Suddenly, she notices him pick up a rock from the edge only to skip it over the shallow pond in one throw. Impressed, she stares without saying a word.

“What brought you to the garden, princess? We were expecting you at tea.” He inquires, looking towards her to give a smirk before his brows dip into his well known scowl once more.

Suddenly having lost her words, Focaccia tries to regain her composure.

“I… didn’t want to waste a good day inside. Besides, the heart of the matter is only to be discussed between your highness and my predecessors.”

“You don’t think I would have liked to ask you something?”

She’s stunned into silence and his question and fidgets with her fingers.

“What is it, exactly, that you would have liked to ask?”

At her response, the prince loses his rocks to stand next to her. It is then that his height truly becomes noticeable, as this proximity isn’t something she’s used to.

“I’ve heard of the work you’ve done for Arun’s international policies. For starters, I would have liked you to explain if the same would be applied to Luna should we rule together in the future.”

“You are implying that we would rule Luna on equal grounds.” She gives him a skeptical look before going back to her flowers.

“Why, of course we would. Is there something that gave you the impression we would not?”

A heavy silence follows while Focaccia thinks. Yes, she wants to say, I do not trust you to give me any freedom of choice.

“Maybe you are right, I should have been there at tea time as I would have liked to ask you a few things myself.”

Despite her dodging the question, Prosciutto stands by politely, his interest piqued. He remembers the princess being a fledgling, almost useless looking thing at her débutante. Knowing the Aruni royalty, he was sure she would be married off to some second rate and continue to live some life of luxury and leisure. And for one of the few times, he finds himself to be wrong.

“What exactly do you think of your subjects, your highness?”

“They are…” Prosciutto holds back, unwilling to give a straightforward answer.

“Royalty are nothing without their people. Without their support, you and I… we become unsustainable. And we must sustain them in return.”

“Is that why you attempted to invade us? So that we, my family, become unsustainable?”

“You are mistaken,” his tone suddenly changes into something harsher, and more familiar than the feign air of alliance he put on. “Your subjects are not the same as mine to me.”

“They must be. Should I remind our countries to form a union? But it has come to light you can never view Arunis the same way you view Lunarians.”

Prosciutto holds her stare, not denying any of her words.

“Your highness,” she says suddenly. “Are you familiar with fairy tales?”

The sudden mention of supposed children’s stories confuses Prosciutto. He scoffs humorlessly.

“The ones I read as a child, yes. The Lunar palace library has quite the collection.”

“Then I’m sure you are unfamiliar with the tale of the shapla pori.”

“I’m sorry?”

“The story of the water lily fairy and her adventure.” Focaccia stares at the white water lilies floating about in the pond and catching the sunlight in the process. “There are shada shapla, white waterlilies and lal shapla, red waterlilies. And legend has a story to explain their existences.

“The original water lily has always been white. And there was one such waterlily fairy that lived within a white waterlily. She was born there and never ventured out. Until, her floating lily home passed under the bridge of a troll. The old, bearded troll was one of the first the fairy had met. And he told her about the famed red waterlily. Much cozier and bigger than the white ones. And for the first time, the fairy found a purpose to adventure outside. To find herself a better home. As she flew around the pond, learning to fly and use her wings, she came across some beings of interest. Namely a bee, who told her to fly to the edge of the world where there resided a magical lily that would turn red if the fairy wished it to be. Believing its words, she flew for days, months maybe. And finally, she reached the lily of legend. An entity guarded the lily with its life and asked her one question. ‘What will you sacrifice to make this lily your home?’ not thinking, she said she will sacrifice the flowers, the pond where her home floated, the troll, and the bee. Willing to let the rest of those who assisted her along the way die for her safety. Do you know what happened, your highness?”

At this point, Prosciutto is engrossed enough in her tale, and the movement of her lips, that he almost has to shake himself out of his reverie.

“Her sacrifices die to give her the new home?”

“No. She is slaughtered. Her blood is what makes the lily red, giving birth to red lilies.”

Focaccia plucks the delicate rose she’d been eying since she came to the gardens, wary of its thorns.

Prosciutto chuckles, and the sound catches her off guard. When she looks towards his face, she’s surprised that he's gotten closer.

“You imply that Luna is the water lily fair? And what is so wrong of her to look for a new home?”

“It is wrong of her to sacrifice others for her gain. As you tried to do my people.”

Not willing to back down, she looks straight into his eyes even if she has to crane her neck somewhat.

But his sudden movement is more unpredictable than she could have expected him to be. He takes her chin by the hand, smiling at her face.

“My dear Focaccia, it seems you pose to be more interesting with every visit… truly, you’ve proven to be more beautiful than any flower that adorns this garden.”

She stiffens at his use of her name, blushing from not being used to hearing it out of his mouth and his sweet words. Should she believe him or not? The rajkumari stares at him in silence and in surprise. Prosciutto must’ve only used to make her lose her composure and she simply refuses to bend to his whims.

“I must go, it’s almost time for dinner,” she says, gently moving out of his grasp yet not forgetting the feeling of his calloused fingers on her face. She quietly wonders if the texture was born from his practice with his sword.

Prosciutto watches her walk back to the castle, her skirts making her look like a stray petal in the wind.

One year later...

Heavy is the heart that harbors affection for its enemy. And no one’s step is heavier than Focaccia’s as she walks in her nightgown through the dark, dimly lit, and unfamiliar halls after catching some fresh air outside. She’s met with deep browns and blues where there’s expensive wood and wallpapers, making her stare in awe at the large paintings of the preceding royal Lunar bloodline. Each and every one of them carry a resemblance to Prosciutto which makes her remember him affectionately, somewhat guiltily. For he was once the commander that waged war on Arun.

Luna’s cold, dry night air slips in through a window, making the curtains fly and Focaccia thinks she can hear the stray howl of a wolf. Hurrying, she finally reaches her chambers. Perhaps venturing in just her flimsy nightgown was not a good idea given the country’s climate. She shivers reaching for her door handle when a figure comes out of the shadows.

“Your highness!” She squeaks. Looking around, alarmed, she hopes she didn’t wake up the rest of the castle.

“Princess,” he purrs, a mischievous smile plastered across his face. He walks slowly, carefully, as a lion would get close to its prey. Appropriately, he lost his usual wear and is clad in his nightshirt, Focaccia notices.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, nervously taking steps back near her bedroom door.

“I wanted to see you.”

“Well… you’ve seen me now so.. You can go back.” Her fidgeting fingers make an appearance.

When suddenly, her back is pinned to the wall with one of Prosciutto’s arms caging her within and his chest pressing to hers.

“I said I wanted to see you.” His breath is a gentle caress on her lips and it makes her shudder, his words conjuring a deep plush on her brown skin.

“You…you must get back to your chambers! It’s inappropriate to be seen like this when we are meant to sleep in separate rooms.” But her words are already falling on deaf ears when Prosciutto lifts one of her legs to wrap around his thigh.

“Oh princess, but this is hardly the first time we’ve done this.”

“Yes but…” she moans when his lips find the pulse point in her neck, gentle suckles and licks accompanying lavish kisses. As if by practiced ease, her hands reach out to tangle in his wild flowing hair. Clearly, he’d been preparing for this moment.

“I remember this gown,” he kisses down to the flesh of her breast protruding from the neckline.

“One year ago, do you remember?” The blues of his eyes shine from the moonlight when he meets her gaze. “I caught you running about in the Aruni palace, in this thing like the little minx you are. Couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks.”

The nickname makes her look away. “I remember…”

“Now will you let me in?” He asks, caressing her thigh under the see through gown.

She says nothing for a moment, playing with the drawstrings of his shirt only to roll her eyes at his smirk.

“Just be quick and quiet about it.”

Yet he is none of those when he lifts her up in a princess carry to take her through the threshold of her room. Focaccia has to keep herself from squealing in surprise, being scared of heights as she is. Yet she feels safer in his arms than she would around a thousand guard fleet. Prosciutto presents her with a deep kiss to distract his poor princess from her misery. A gentle nibble to her lower lip makes her squirm in his arms.

“Settle down, little one…” He murmurs with a fond smile. Focaccia’s breathing quickens as he puts her down onto the large twin bed, the four poster canopy and curtain concealing them perfectly inside. However, onlookers would be able to see them through the fabrics as the moon passes through the window and bathes the lovers in holy light.

Prosciutto finds himself between her spread legs as Focaccia relaxes in her bed, stretching like a sleepy kitten, preparing itself to be abducted. His lazy hand caresses her side affectionately, sending more shivers through her veins. Kissing up her abdomen, he finally reaches her lips once more for an earth shattering kiss.

“Are you sleepy, my love?”

She only nods in response but wraps her arms around his neck to secure him in place, allowing their bodies to touch closer. “But you still want this…” She nods more vigorously, giving him a charming little smile.

Prosciutto peppers some kisses to her face, smiling at her enthusiasm.

“You don’t have to do a thing… Let me take care of you, princess.”

She giggles at his words but they turn into breathy moans when he reaches low with his kisses once more. The large, slender left hand of the prince makes sensual little shapes on her breast through the clothing and he remembers how much he’d want to touch her the night of their meeting. As her nipple hardens into a little cherry, he pulls down the fabric to allow her breasts to spill out.

“Forma tu…”

Focaccia whimpers at his praise, trying to hide her reddened face behind a hand. Unphased by her shyness, he continues to pepper kisses to the plump flesh, taking his sweet time to reach the peaks. He feels every movement of her body, every careless buck of her hips to meet his own when he presses a gentle suck to her dusky nipple. Prosciutto’s clever tongue swirls before letting go with a sensuous pop of his mouth.

“Now are you ready for me down there?” He asks more to himself than to her, kissing down her bellow and giving it a gentle squeeze on his way.

“Open wider, principessa,” he commands in whispers for her to split her legs farther, exposing her unclothed sex to him as he hikes up the fabric of her nightgown.

Thick curls adorn her entrance, covered in her arousal, making him smirk to himself before applying a gentle pressure. Prosciutto kisses over her plush thighs, appreciating the softness, listening for her particularly loud whines when he purposefully misses her favorite spot. And he remembers the reason why he made sure to station her in a room with thicker walls than others.

“Please…” Focaccia moans, subconsciously bucking into his fingers. He knows what she wants, but only really intends to give it to her when she begs.

“Please what, my love?” He asks cunningly and chuckles when she whines into her hands.

But she doesn’t intend to give him what he wants as he thought. Taking him by surprise, she grabs his head to press his face between legs and wrap her thighs around them, something she’d never done before. Her fingers grip tights to his hair, as if reigning her horse for a sprint.

“Do it.” Her voice takes an uncharacteristic commanding tone. It makes him moan into her sex, starting to lick almost immediately as his the appendage between his legs throb painfully between himself and the sheets. He ought to have taken off his pants before making love to her, he muses.

Forcefully, she grinds on his face, openly moaning for his name as his tongue reaches particularly deep inside. Prosciutto moves almost exclusively on autopilot as he grinds himself into the covers and feels his clothing get wet, trying to hold back from releasing before he’s inside her. She sets the rhythm for herself that the prince matches perfectly, squeezing at her thighs desperately for leverage and grounding.

Finally, she spends herself over his face with a helplessly loud moan and her legs easy away, allowing him to come up for breath, and she realizes how carelessly he would allow himself to go without breath for her sake. But her mind is too fuzzy for any words and her panting mouth can hardly move.

In her reverie, she doesn’t notice Prosciutto removing his clothing completely before hovering over her body with renewed vigor. The blues of his eyes carry an indistinguishable fire as he kisses her with the some mouth he ate her with, making her moan into his kiss, wet with saliva, and her fluids.

Focaccia feels his hard sex tapping against her thigh and bites her lip in anticipation when he pulls back, bringing their foreheads together.

“Are you sure about this?” He whispers.

“… Why must you ask me this every time, right after seducing me into a compromising position no less.”

He chuckles at her reply, giving a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I know it’s painful, I don’t want you to hurt if you can help it.”

“I cannot think of the hurt in the middle of this madness.”

Prosciutto intrudes her once more with a finger and she whimpers again.

“It’s not enough, your highness, please.”

At her words, the prince finally aligns himself to her with a hand but not before stroking his flesh to coat himself in fluids. All the while his lover can only squirm to gain some fiction and contact. Focaccia’s moans all but stop at his invasion of her body, with small thrusts, he fits himself inside, snug and warm, whispering “amore motus,” into her ear.

Once she adjusts, and pleads for him to move, Prosciutto selfishly sets a rhythm to his liking while the princess can only cling to his body for dear life. Her eyes squeeze together as each thrust brings forth a moan louder than the previous. His grunts sound harmoniously with hers, as sweat pools on his brow and his breath hitches when her legs wrap around his waist.

“Your highness… Please, more!”

Prosciutto gets impossibly faster at her request, delighting in the way her nails dig deeper into his back. The searing pain only adds to his chase to finish. It feels as though she gets tighter around him with every movement of his hip. And when she squeals into his neck, releasing herself over his shaft, he no longer holds back, giving himself to her entirely.

“Ego amo te,” he declares.

Panting, they hold themselves together, welded together by their mutual spending. He places a few kisses between her breasts before feeling his energy pick up. “Mae puella,” he whispers into her skin.

Prosciutto eases her legs, letting himself free of her grasp. He checks between to see himself pulling out, gently, watching his seed spill freely. Focaccia can hardly notice when he’s slipped from the bed to retrieve a washcloth and her bowl of water from the antechamber. Only when the cold, wet fabric makes contact with her blazing flesh does she open her eyes to meet his gaze.

“Rest easy,” he murmurs. After a thorough wash of her body and his own, he quickly discards the cloth for the maids to find later.

“Stay,” she whispers. And for a moment, he considers. Her pleading, doe eyes convince him to bundle up beneath her covers and mold himself to her back. But once her eyes shut and her breathing eavens, he places one last kiss to her lips while she sleeps.

“Buona notte,” he whispers before slipping out of her chambers.

Focaccia is understandably disappointed when she finds herself alone. She cannot wait for the days when she will wake up with her prince by her side. And she will get to wake him up with sleepy kisses and nuzzles.

But for now, she allows the maids to dress her, change her bedsheets, and clean the discarded washcloth.

“Paola, please make sure to prepare a cup of the herbal tea for me.”

The two maids exchange looks behind the princess who busies herself in brushing her hair. “Yes, your highness.”

Prosciutto comes down for breakfast in the nick of time.

“Your highness is looking rather rejuvenated today,” his manservant comments.

“Yes well… I had a good night’s rest.”

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disneyanddisneyships · 2 years

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Alright. This song was practically written for jelsa I swear, so, I decided to write more fanfic.

If I had to break it down I'd say it's the way you love to dance

Elsa was in the bookstore one evening. It was her and Jack's hundredth anniversary since they had been dating. Elsa was happy she got to share so many days with him. It was the early 2000s. Since Elsa was the fifth spirit, along with her sister, she was able to live as long as Jack, as well as her sister. Elsa and Jack's anniversary was something the two looked forward to a lot. As a gift, elsa decided she would do some reading on Jack's own folklore. That's why she was at the bookstore. She was thinking she would find a book written on Jack Frost, cross out the negative, or untrue things about him, and write in her own words.

Elsa made it back to the North pole. Jack and north were out at the moment, dealing with something Bunnymund needed help with. Elsa began reading the book. In it were some facts about him. The book had called him sinister, and a mischief maker. And while the mischief part was true, he was nowhere near sinister. So, instead, elsa crossed it out and put "silly" instead. Another sentence depicted him as a villain. Elsa crossed it out and instead put, "loves to dance". His dancing was one of her favorite things about him. Especially considering he helped her to dance again after her father had passed when she was young.

Moving the furniture when my back is turned A flick of the lights and the world falls away

Elsa had gotten up and walked into their shared room, only to find all the furniture had been moved around. It wasn't chaotic, but now Elsa had no idea where any of her things were. From the hallway Elsa could hear North and Jack, back from Bunny's. Elsa panicked and slid the book under the bed. "Oh, hey Snowflake," Jack stated as he walked through the door. "Uh hey. What happened to the-" Elsa trailed off. "Oh. Well some of bunny's eggs came through the portal the other day and I had to move everything around to get them. That's why we were up there, we were returning them. But before we did, I thought I should probably organize it, so, now we have a new room style," Jack explained. Elsa smiled and giggled. "Okay but you have to give me a tour, cause now I dont know where everything is," she stated. Jack laughed and smiled, before moving to give her a hug, kissing her cheek.

The two started swaying back and fourth in silence. That's when the lights flickered and eventually shut off, but the two didnt move. They stayed like that and enjoyed their moment together until the backup lights came back on.

"What happened?" Jack asked as he and Elsa made their way to North, the two of them holding hands. "I'm not sure, the wind seems to be picking up, it may have knocked down the solar panel," North replied in his Russian accent. Elsa and Jack shrugged before heading back to their room.

And your office job, and your silver hair But our shapes in the dark are the reason I've stayed for all these years

When Jack wasn't bringing snow to people, which was every day when it was summer time, it was like he worked in an office job, and North was his boss. Jack would often give North ideas for toys that he heard the kids ask for or talk about. The morning of he and Elsa's anniversary, Elsa was walking around the workshop and she spotted Jack's silver hair from behind a counter, well, more specifically, under the counter. He was looking for something. "Uh, Jack?" Elsa asked, Jack sat up right away, bumping his head on the desk and turning around quickly, hiding something behind his back. "Oh! Hey Els! What uh, what brings you here today on this lovely morning?" He asked. He seemed jumpy. "Uh, just looking for you to make sure you have tonight off so we can go stargazing for our anniversary," she stated, Jack smiled awkwardly and nodded, "are you... up to something?" She asked raising an eyebrow. Jack laughed nervously. "Pffft! Me? Up to something?! No of course not!" "What's in your hands?" Elsa asked as she leaned to try to get a better look. "Nothing! Nothing at all! I'll see you tonight! Bye!" He exclaimed before taking off, giving her a small peck on the cheek. Elsa stood there confused for a moment before shrugging it off and walking outside to find Nokk to go visit Anna before tonight. Elsa didn't mind Jack's weird. For a time they had both made mischief together. Their shapes in the dark as they caused anarchy amongst their friends. Jack brought Elsa a sense of childhood. One that she didn't get when she was little because of her powers. Her love for him and what he helped her be was why she stayed all these years. That and she couldn't bare to leave him for more than a second.

I thought I was a genius But now I'm twenty two And it's starting to feel like all I know how to do is Put on a suit and take it away With my fistful of tunes that it's painful to play

Elsa had thought she was a genius her whole life. She was book smart, and knew every secret passageway in the castle she grew up in. When she turned twenty two that's when she realized that she still had a lot to learn.

Jack loved Elsa, more than he ever loved anything prior. Sometimes when he was around her, especially during parties, he felt like all he could do was wear a suit and stand next to the queen. Elsa was a master at negotiating, and connecting on a mature level with people. Jack however, was more of a street smart person. He knew how to handle himself in the world on his own. But sometimes it made him feel bad, especially when Elsa was so fond of something, and he didn't really understand what the fuss was about.

Elsa had taught Jack how to play piano, he was surprisingly good at it. While he played she'd sing. That was one of their favorite activities together.

Fingernail worlds, like favorite seashells They fill up my nights and then they float away

Jack had a plan for their anniversary. The two had lost exact count, but they knew it was around their hundredth.

Elsa had wanted to go stargazing, and Jack agreed. However he didn't tell her the other things he had planned. They were lots of small mini dates, before one big moment. The two hadn't married yet because of the lack of people that could see Jack, not to mention, the two had lots of ups and downs within their hundred years together.

First Jack would take Elsa to the beach and they'd watch the sunset, then throw seashells into the ocean, symbolizing their years together. There was around 100 seashells that he had gotten. Nokk helped him out.

Then, the two would watch the stars for an hour or two, sitting on the beach. Then, Jack would take Elsa flying, and they would go back to Norths workshop, where a piano was placed so they could renew that memory. Jack would play for a while, but then one of the yetis would take over and Jack would dance with elsa. After that, Jack would take Elsa to a quiet secluded area in the forest, and he would propose, finally, after 100 years. He was so incredibly scared.

I've got hundreds of gowns, I've got paintings in frames

Elsa was in their shared room, it was almost the time that Jack said he wanted her to be ready, and Elsa still hadn't picked out a dress. She didn't know if she wanted to go with one of her old Arendellian dresses, or something more modern. She finally opted for an icemade dress. It was an off the shoulder pencil dress. The icicles on it faded from white to a light blue, and its sleeves were the same, however they were poofy near the bottom and very lightweight. You could almost see through them. Elsa let her hair down, and did a half up half down style before putting on her snowflake necklace that Jack had made for her around Christmas, back when Arendelle was still a Kingdom. Elsa smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. She turned around. The picture of her and Jack on the windowsill made her smile. That's when she heard a knock on the door.

And a throat that fills with panic every festival day

Years ago, whenever there was a festival, or an outing Elsa needed to attend, her throat would fill with panic. Nowadays however, whenever she had to go out with Anna or Jack, she felt such an overwhelming sense of joy in her life.

Dutifully falling apart for the princess of Norway

Elsa opened the shared bedroom door, on the other side was Jack, dressed slightly formal, but still not enough to warrant unwanted stares. He caught one glimpse of her and he could have fallen apart right there, for the princess of Norway. "Should I tone it down a bit?" Elsa asked him. "What why?" "Well, you're not dressed too fancy," she replied. "You look amazing, although I'm gonna reccomend that you bring sandals for a small part in our date," he stated. Elsa smiled. "As you wish," she replied as she went to go get her blue sandals. They weren't very sparkly, but they were the same blue as her dress and they were comfortable. "Are you gonna be cold?" Jack asked. "The cold never bothered me anyway," she replied as she grabbed her small white handbag as the two made their way out of the workshop.

But you with your doll's lashes, your infinite T-shirts

Jack held out his hand for Elsa to take so the two could get to the beach destination a little faster. When they landed, elsa took off her sandals and the two walked along the shoreline, the sun was close to setting. As they walked Elsa looked at him. His eyelashes were long, how had she never really noticed that before? She got lost in thought, thinking about how when they get home she needs to do her laundry, and reteach Jack how to do his. It was like he had an infinite amount of the same color of white or dark blue t-shirts.

The two stopped walking and turned to face the setting sun. The couple sat down onto the sand and watched as the purples, yellows, and oranges got more pronounced and then died down as the sun dissapeared. The stars were finally out and the two layed down, the sides if their heads touching, their hands held in between them.

Two hours passed and the two finally got up from where they were laying, elsa wiped off the sand from her dress as best she could. Jack wiped the sand off of himself as well as the two started to walk again. Jack handed Elsa 50 shells and the two began throwing them back into the ocean, symbolizing the hundred years they had been together. When the shells were gone, Jack held out his hand to Elsa and she took it, before the two started to fly through the air, elsa was being carried bridal style. The couple made their way back to the workshop. Elsa made a move to go back to the room, but Jack pulled her to a halt.

I should've known when your favorite record Was the same as my father's, you'd take me down

Elsa gasped. Jack had taken her into the main room of the workshop, and right there in the middle of the room was elsas piano. The one she had in Arrendale before she had to leave. It looked almost exact. "Jack! How did you manage this?" She asked, astounded as she ran her hand over the keys of the instrument. "I found it at an old store and asked North to fix it up for you," Jack explained as he stood to the side. Elsa smiled and walked up to hug him. Jack sat at the piano and began to play a song that she had told him her father would play her when she was little. There were words to it as well, so naturally, elsa began singing. The songs was called "a red red rose", it was an old Irish folk song that elsas father learned from his grandfather, who was Irish as well.

Jack got up from the piano in the middle of the song as one of the yetis began playing the music. Jack took elsas hand in his as the two began to sway back and fourth to the piano. "This is so magical. Thank you for planning this for me," Elsa stated as she closed her eyes and rested her head onto Jack's shoulder as the two swayed. "Its not over yet, snowflake," he replied as the song finished.

I guess I'll always be this way Swallowed up by the words and halfway to space But there by the fire, you offered your hand And as I took it, I loved you, the boy with the plan

Jack and Elsa had flown into the former known Arendellian forest. Jack was trying so hard to come up with something to say, to start his proposal. His mind was halfway to space trying to figure out what to say.

Jack was having trouble before he saw a ledge with an opening, showing the moon. He offered his hand and Elsa took it. He ran with her to the area, being careful not to get too close to the edge.

You felled me clean as a pine The man with the axe And the light in his eyes

Elsa could smell the pine trees as the two stood there, looking out at the moon together. Jack had set down his staff, his hands became incredibly fidgety and he kept licking his lips. He was nervous. He turned to look at Elsa, she looked straight into his eyes. They were glowing in the moonlight. The bright blue of them almost blinding her. As she looked closer she could see the design of a snowflake inside of them. He was so beautiful, and perfect to her.

We've been through so many hard times I'm writing a love song For you, baby

Jack gulped, his mouth was dry and he felt incredibly vulnerable. "E-elsa," he stuttered "we have been through so many hard times with one another. We were separated for most of our relationship due to us breaking up. But then we got back together as if nothing had happened and I uh," Jack trailed off. He was panicking, he had rehearsed this so many times to himself and yet his nerves were getting the best of him. "Are you okay, love?" Elsa asked. "Yeah, yeah, I uh..." Jack trailed off again. He sighed, deciding to ditch the proposal he wrote. "Elsa, the small things we did today were all based on my favorite memories of us. We walked along the beach, that was our first date when we were younger. I snuck you out of your room and we went to walk along the beach in Arendelle," he started. "Oh I remember! Oh I loved that day! I think that was the first time I showed you my powers!" Elsa exclaimed, "you remembered that?" She asked. Jack nodded. "Of course I do," he stated, "the second thing we did was your idea, but it was also what we did for another one of our dates," "I remember that one as well! We were sitting on the roof of the castle after you had gotten back from bringing snow days to kids!" Elsa exclaimed again. Jack chuckled. "And the third thing we did was a combination of two memories," he stated as he took her hands. "You taught me how to play piano as you would sing the songs, and-" "And you taught me how to enjoy dancing again," Elsa finished. Jack smiled and nodded as he kissed elsas knuckles. "So then what is this part based on?" She asked. "Well, this part isn't necessarily based on anything," he replied. Elsa looked at him with confusion. Jack reached into his pocket and brought out a dark blue velvet box. "Elsa, I can't offer you riches, a throne, or money. But I can offer my heart. I've known since the first day I met you that you were someone special to me. You support me, you love me, and you trust me and thats all I ask for," "Jack, what-" elsas eyes were brimming with happy tears. "One hundred years isn't enough time for us to be together," Jack stated as he got down on one knee. "Elsa of Arendelle, would you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?" He asked as he opened the box. Elsa was smiling now, tears running down her face. "Yes," she muttered "Yes yes yes!" She shouted before kneeling down and pulling him in for a kiss. When the two pulled apart, Jack put the ring onto elsas finger. It wasn't extravagant or over the top. It was a simple ring with small blue diamonds embedded into it all around the band, and it fit Elsa perfectly.

When the two made it back to the workshop, everyone was there waiting, all the Guardians and Anna and Olaf. The small get together went on with everyone mingling. Elsa was able to pull Jack to the side to give him his anniversary present. He unwrapped it. "A book about me?" He asked. "Its the lore that was placed around you. But every single thing that was negative or wasn't true, I replaced with things I love about you." She explained. Jack smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. "I love you," "I love you, too,"

#jelsa #elsa #frozen #frozen 2 #rotg #jack frost #rise of the guardians #disney #queen elsa #jelsa fanfic #snowtp #royalfrost #elsa of arendelle #Spotify

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Happy 4th Anniversary to one of my favorite chapters of the One Piece manga. Where we meet Otsuru & Kiku for the first time! It really is a bizarre chapter and I need one more day of filler to be able to do something neat with 1055/1056. So why not give it it’s proper due as a whole? Nice long one for a Saturday read.

First off, accidental or planned we have one of our most beautiful uses of Oda’s genius decision to include these cover serials. In hindsight, Orlumbus’s tale is a great lead-in for Kiku’s intro. The stuffy orderliness and propriety, Cabbage is by far my favorite of the group but Orlumbus is hilarious. Could also say a few things about Bellamy hanging over the proper intro story. His theme being toxic loyalty. Good contrast with Hawkins in hindsight, dying posed against Drake. Accepting his fate over garnering the reputation Drake has as a turncoat.

Anyways, the chapter. We’ve talked about it so much but never really altogether. It’s pretty simple on the surface. Pick up where we left off. Luffy and Zoro are buddied up for the first time in years, want to help the sick little girl. Get in a fight with Hawkins, get away meeting Tsuru who’ll lead them to Okobore Town. As we arrive we see Kiku for the first time, turning down Urashima’s proposal. Then cut to Heart Pirates at Oden Castle observing.

Underneath all that though, we have massive subtext. Hawkins and his tarot cards make for a subtle but intriguing forecast. Then the story between Tsuru and Kiku plays the folktale referenced by the title straight. A (pirate) hunter rescues a crane (tsuru) and the crane returns as a beautiful young wife. Kiku is turning down a marriage proposal for some obvious symbolism and she’ll go on to be the one making good on Tsuru’s promised aid.

Most of the folktale is about the Crane Wife, not the literal bird form. She asks for a private weaving room and enriches the man’s life by making fine clothing he can sell. Demands secrecy. But she keeps coming out sick which worries the man. So he peeks in one day, sees the crane using her own feathers. Bird gets mad at him disrespecting her wishes, flies off. That...certainly seems to track with how Kiku’s story unfolds. Both in Bakura Town and in general.

Early on, it was easy to figure we’d do this a lot with folklore references. We didn’t. This is the only time we have a chapter just named for one we simply act out. It’s such a weird blip when you’re seeing this all as a whole. But a blip I find myself coming back to so much. It bookends with a later chapter, “Luffytaro Returns the Favor.” That’s the end of Bakura Town and the promise to Tama. And even this late in the game, we still see thematic notes set up here echoing loudly.

In hindsight 913 really is a classy, elegant, and subtle chapter appropriate for the two lovely ladies introduced within.

#one piece #wano

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anothergolddustwoman · 2 years

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Happy two year anniversary to Taylor surprise announcing the release of folklore

#folklore #taylor swift

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ryuto12 · 2 years

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Does Anything Really Die?: The Yang snapshot.

So basically I'm writing a rwby story loosely based around some folklore, some religion and some mythology. To sum it up, Ruby is a grim reaper, Blake is an angel and a Goddess, Weiss is a forever reincarnating paragon of good, and Yang is a demon and also a Kami. Jaune's a reincarnating warrior, Nora's the reincarnation of Thor, Pyrrha's the reincarnation of Achilles, and Ren's the reincarnation of the Kami Jurojin.

Anyway this is a piece out of that which centered around one of Yang's first moments in the story.

Yang Xiao Long, the Demon who decided that she would marry an angel, divorce her, and then move away to cry in hell for all of eternity.

Should they have stayed married, today would have been the thousand-year anniversary. They had married in the year 1014 and it had been the talk of the realms. From the Underworld to Heaven to Alfheim, everyone had talked about it.

Everyone knew in every realm from the Paragon of good Weiss Schnee to the very incarnation of death Ruby Rose, the King of Asgard Odin, the Demonic-Spirt mixed Yokai, and the world snake Jormungandr. She reckons even St. Peter heard the word.

Everyone knew.

But her insecurities had gotten in the way of the happiness they both felt.

Yang, immortalized as the Sun Kami Amaterasu, couldn't die. Death would be paradise to whatever this was.

Blake, --who would only be immortalized as the Goddess Faunus in Roman, or the Goddess Pan in Greek mythology-- two centuries later, was at the time a mortal being.

An angel, so she may live a couple hundred years, but she was no immortal God. And Yang's abandonment issues were no easy thing to overcome.

Frankly, a thousand years later she regrets the outburst she had. The words that would break her and her utmost love apart. The actions that would follow that would seal the deal.

She's aware after everything that Blake delved deep into work, almost falling into a pit of despair. As evidence, her actions had helped humanity so much they now praised her as a Goddess, which would effectively have her immortalized.

Yang vividly remembers begging for forgiveness she was not granted. She's pretty sure she's the reason patience became a virtue.

And poor Jurojin had cracked a harmless joke about it, oh poor Jurojin, listening to the words of his drunken best friend Thor. And oh poor Jurojin, forgetting that as one of the Supreme Rulers, Yang was one of the few people capable of killing Gods.

She hears Jurojin and Thor reincarnate every couple of decades these days.

Yeah, Odin hadn't been happy about that. But what was he gonna do? Smite Japan as Agard burnt to a crisp? No. She heard a lot more prayers than he did on the daily, her will was a bit stronger. He was still pretty pissed though.

"You've fucked Ragnarok!"

"Is the pretty?"

"You idiot!"

That's what she remembers from that encounter.

Yang sighed, it was much easier to cling to her Demonic origins as a Yokai. Father a Spirit and mother a Fallen Angel turned Demon, --later after the Kami's Izanagi and Izami- Yang had been the first Yokai. But haunting people was boring and she had this bad habit of helping them instead, so they started praying to her.

Thus she had become the Goddess Amaterasu, ruler of the sun and the heavens for all who believed in Shinto. Leader of the heavens was already enough to make you a Supreme Ruler, and now here she was.

Sitting in Hell like a coward because sex, drugs, alcohol, and every other sin that is known to man, was much easier to do than rule a realm.

So here sat upon her throne, one made by the greatest Demonic architects solely for her. Slouched and in the middle of a decent blowjob, when a servant entered her throneroom.

"M'lady?"

"What?!" For God's sake she was getting her dick sucked, this was no time for conversation.

"Someone is here to speak to, Miss Xiao Long."

"Oh again? Let me guess, Emperor fucking Tenmu."

"Not exactly..."

"Then who in the actual hell is so important?!"

"Um... Your sibling, ma'am."

Yang groaned, fire burning bright behind her as she sat up straight. "Let 'em in. Go away Neo, now I'm bored and there is no way I'm gonna have sex for the next decade now."

The servant quickly scurried out, having faced Yang's wrath ten to many times.

Yang's also fairly sure she's the reason wrath became a sin.

The girl huffed, standing and giving Yang the side-eye.

"Yes I know you're salty, I'll give you some tongue later, now leave me alone. My family never visits Hell unless it's important."

Neo scoffed, but with a roll of her eyes shattered into shards on the floor that quickly disappeared.

With that reaction, Yang wishes she asked which sibling. For Tsukiyomi or Kagatsuchi she could surely have made them wait.

But oh no fuck her, the higher powers of the world were screwing her day up badly.

Just as she had managed to pull her pants up, the very essence of death itself was in her throne room.

"This better be fucking important."

Ruby grumbled a string of old-timey Korean curses. "It is. Now unless you would prefer I send you right down to the very heavens you rule, I suggest you shut up because I just found your wife on the brink of death. And you, Yang Xiao Long, are the prime suspect in the crime."

Yang snorted. "What is this court?"

"Yes, and I'm the judge, jury and executioner if you don't explain where you were yesterday at midnight."

#rwby #rwby au #yang xiao long #demon au

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Introduction of my Magic Misfits DR

This is my main DR, and the DR that I— attempt, because I haven't gone for any significant amount of time —shift to the most.

It's gone through a lot of changes as time passes, and as it comes to my four year anniversary of finding out about shifting and starting this journey, that has lead me down this path that hasn't involved a lot of shifting to this point surprisingly. I wanted to finally share this DR and express some gratitude to it.

Things I've added to this DR:

I wanted to explain this before we get into the about of this DR. As I said, I've fiddled with this DR for a while and I want to explain this DR in a way that isn't confusing.

I've added another books magic system.

No, not Harry Potter, frankly the Harry Potter magic system makes my head hurt and I don't really like it.

It's the Revenge of Magic (by James Riley) magic system. It's described in the books like learning a new language, and well yes some people it comes naturally too, anyone could technically learn it.

So...

About this DR:

To properly explain this DR we need to go back, back a long time; to a time of verbal history and folklore. In the early ages of history magic was often exploited or prosecuted. This caused many with access to magic to hide it, fearing the consequences of using magic publicly.

You may wonder how that effects this tale, but I assure you this is important.

Centuries pass, and a young magicians club is practicing in the basement of a resort one of members lives at. Their practicing for a talent show when the building catches on fire. This causes the magicians club to split in two; the Emerald Butterflies and the Scarlet Ring.

For this post, we are focusing on the Scarlet Ring. They became wildly successful in their chosen fields of stage performance and for a while the Scarlet Ring was happy to put their pasts behind them...

Except one.

Kilroy had been whispering of a plan of revenge for many years, but none of the other members took it seriously because they believed Kilroy would never risk the life he had built over some fantasy of getting even with the people he deemed responsible for the fire.

Then, Kilroy kidnapped one of the other members infant daughters and all hell broke loose.

Since there wasn't enough evidence to prove Kilroy was the one who stole the child the Scarlet Ring did the closest thing to justice they could; they stripped Kilroy of everything, his fame, his riches, everything that wasn't nailed down and banished him.

It was a nasty ordeal, with cursing and screaming.

Life marches on though, despite the awful events that take place in life times. The Scarlet Ring continued and grew around the grief that was the loss of one of their children, and continued forward no matter how dark some of those days got.

Then... they caught wind that Kilroy was making moves in their old home town. Putting his revenge plot into motion, and... it was going to end in a murder.

The Scarlet Ring wasn't going to let this plan succeed. At least not without a fight.

About Me:

In this DR my name is Wish. I'm the child of one of the three leaders of the Scarlet Ring, Kincaid. My chosen stage arts are acrobatics and evocation.

I'm a teenager with the only difference in my DR appearance compared to my CR appearance is that my hair is naturally black so I don't have to dye it.

I get dragged to this whole Emerald Butterfly vs. Kilroy vs. Scarlet Ring debacle when my best friend (kinda my only friend) finds out her father was going to steal this huge diamond and things snowball from there.

Summary/TL;DR:

Thanks, Uncle Sly (/sarcastic)

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #desired reality #shifting community #shifting realities #shifting motivation

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You don't have to worry about replying especially cuz I knew you were having fun at the show!!! That's so great and makes me more excited for Friday! I am trying to watch less videos this week leading up to the show..even if I'm pretty familiar with everything lol. If I am going to see Barbie, it would be tomorrow but I'm not sure yet. I'll let you know my thoughts if I watch it! And also if I eventually see Les Mis or Paramore. I would recommend all of Paramore's music honestly but if you want specific song recs let me know!

Haha I also talk a lot more online to people mostly thru Tumblr asks since they're anonymous lol. It's so hard for me sometimes to find other people with the same interests as me otherwise and around the same age. I just wanna say it's been really nice talking to you this week and I'm letting you know I'm 27 lol. I didn't know if you thought I was a lot younger cuz I said I still read YA.

Anyway I'm so happy for you that you manifested a debut song and Rep for your friend! Also that Marjorie memory is so sweet. It's like when Taylor says you will have lasting memories of this tour every night and that seems like a special one. Have you been to a Taylor concert before? I've only been to rep even if I've been a fan since debut and I wonder how it compares to Eras. I'm sure it will be better in a way just cuz there's more going on but I really enjoyed Rep tour too! I guess the only things I'm curious about or worried about is how was standing for the show and how many videos you took? My sister and I were talking about this yesterday and I was like maybe a little bit of each era but that seems like a lot maybe..idk. Also what was your favorite part of the show?

I'll try not to hope for too many things at my shows. I'm super excited to see No Body no Crime with Haim though and I haven't watched a video or anything yet. One costume I really love is the pink gown for Speak Now..seeing that in person would be amazing! But I think she usually wears it for night two. I also like the green surprise song dress and pink or green Folklore or 1989. Those are my favorite colors. For surprise songs..like I said, I wouldn't mind two songs I just liked generally even if they weren't favorites or anything. That was kinda the case for your shows to me but I'm glad you loved them! I also might not care as much once I'm there and enjoying it. For debut, one of my fav songs is Mary's song but idk if she would play it. I wouldn't mind Stay Beautiful or something from Fearless. I'd like any vault song she didn't perform yet fine but would hope for I Can See You or Forever Winter. Anything from Rep, Lover, Folklore or Midnights. I'm kinda surprised she didn't sing a Folklore song last night cuz of the album anniversary. There are a few on Evermore I wouldn't care for..lol but would love Long Story Short!

wait!! i really want to have our conversations under a specific tag 🤍 do you want to pick an emoji? 🥺 i'm really glad you decided to message me!! i always love talking to people and making new friends 🤍 and also wanted to add there's no shame in reading YA in your 20s! books are for everyone 🤍

i was originally going to try to take my mom to barbie sometime this week, but i think i might have a bit too much to do this week before i go to chicago so i might have to do it when i'm back. i definitely want to see it again soon though! i am notoriously bad at watching movies, but i do really want to watch a bunch this year. i'd originally set up a "23 in 2023" yearly collections journal, and so part of that was that i wanted to watch 23 movies ... but i stopped keeping track and now i'm just a 🤡.

i went to the red tour in seattle way back when but have also been a fan since debut!! i was hoping to do rep tour, but then something came up and it just didn't work out, so i'm really, really glad things worked out the way it did with eras. for night 1, i was in the nosebleeds and you could feel the ground shaking. i was mostly standing aside from i think part of folklore and transitions? i think i sat down at another point. last night, i was standing for everything except all too well 10 minute version (if i didn't use atw10 for my bathroom break/water bottle refill break on saturday, i probably would've sat down during it too — just to give myself a break), i think i sat down for my tears ricochet, and then transitions. i wore tennis shoes, and my feet hurt so much by the end of the night (to be fair, i messed up my ankle last week and so part of my feet hurting was from that + queueing for gracie + standing for her acoustic set too). i would say to focus more on taking care of your body — if you're tired, sit! there's no shame in that 🤍 when i got back to my friend's apartment after eras (i was staying at her place all weekend since she lives within walking distance to lumen), i immediately changed into pjs/showered/etc + stretched + put on icy hot + ate + took advil before bed and it honestly wasn't terrible after night one but getting out of bed today was awful (i also didn't sleep much at her place, to be fair + did a lot more dancing / walking / standing yesterday). i took a couple videos, but not for the entire song; most of it was just little clips here and there, like i knew i wanted to get the fireworks or like i knew she'd do a specific face/dance move/something at a specific moment, and then i got the speeches just for fun! you and your sister could also decide who films what and do a little trade off (i assume y'all are sitting together)!! a lot of people around me were filming a lot of the concert and also were dancing around a lot; don't worry about being judged (and if people judge you, screw them!). i will say, keep in mind that merch lines will be nuts (once you get in, go to a merch line inside — like one closer to your seats, if you're able to/if you want merch) and vegetarian options go quickly in terms of food, if you're vegetarian! on night one, my friends and i went straight for merch and one of my friends did a food run and grabbed us food so we were able to eat while we waited. night two, we got in, did the cap one elevator thing (which was so fun!) and then we went straight for food. i was trying to meet up with a friend during the gracie/HAIM break and my friend i was sitting next to asked if i could get her food since i was out and she's vegetarian — i had to go to five different spots before i finally found something! oh, and be prepared that leaving is going to be ... awful. weave if you're able to, hold onto each other, etc! it does not help that lumen field is close to downtown, but it really was ... brutal trying to get out of there.

is there a particular section/song you're looking forward to the most?

personally, my favorite part of the show was long live, but the energy around reputation and also no body no crime both nights was out of this world. listening to long live and dancing around with your best friends is something that is just so special, and for me, i was that ~ weird swiftie girl ~ growing up and so being able to experience tour with people who loved taylor — and also loved me — was just so ... special. reputation is the album i listen to the least (i have to be in a very specific mood for it, but i do love it) but was one of the best sections i think! this isn't anything new that people haven't already said, but i think the eras tour is structured so well — every time my energy level started to dip a bit something was happening next that brought it back up.

so i was fully expecting TTDS on night 1, and since i was up in the nosebleeds that night, i saw parts of her dress before i recognized HAIM was coming up with her and i SCREAMED "not stinky dress" and lowkey fucked up my voice because i was so excited that the bronze dress was back. and then i heard the sirens and it was ... amazing. no body no crime is usually one of my skip songs (not because i don't like it, but because the sirens stress me out and i usually listen to evermore in the car, hence ... stress) but their performance was electric and just so, so fun.

we got the pink gown last night, and it was so pretty!! my friends and i played swiftball on saturday night (since we were all getting ready together saturday; yesterday some of us went to gracie's acoustic set, etc.) and i was manifesting so hard for purple speak now cupcake dress but honestly the speak now dresses are SO pretty. the one dress we were all really manifesting for was the green folklore dress (and i also really wanted the white folklore dress, which i got night one), so i feel very very lucky! my friends and i were split up last night (two of us were in section 109 row d, the other four were in 117) and saturday (three of us were in 309 row g, one of us was in 309 row j, one of us was in 320 row ee) and so we were texting in between transition periods —

the thing about surprise songs is there's genuinely not a single bad song! every single night i'm like "damn, i wish i was there" even if it's a song i don't totally love. i cannot wait for her to play me! — i was telling everyone how much i would've loved to hear me! on guitar or on piano. i would love her to sing beautiful ghosts, crazier, etc. i went on tiktok earlier and saw people being upset about TTWAS and it made me soooo sad because i genuinely love love love it. when we got this is why we can't have nice things on night one i was like omg a rep song for my bestie!!! it was just so fun, even though i don't usually listen to it. but also, it is like, two songs out of forty five — i was telling my friends she could do the SNL monologue and i would've had fun just being in the moment 🤍

i would LOVE for her to play mary's song at some point — i know it's like, a running joke on here that she soundchecked it. i was really, really hoping for castles crumbling, foolish one or forever winter in terms of vault songs, but i cannot complain at all about my surprise songs. literally everyone around me was so shocked she didn't sing a single speak now song for surprise songs, and also didn't do anything for folklore's anniversary! ugh long story short would be SO fun to listen to — are you hoping for piano or guitar? i'm also curious about which evermore songs you don't particularly care for!!

#post: answered #i am so sorry this got so long ( as if any of my replies are ever short )#🩷 anon

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12, 31, 33, 46!

ah anon! I did not mean to ignore this, it got lost in my mobile notifications. thank you for the numbers.

12. what kind of day is it?

it’s a weird one for sure. I slept weird last night, vivid dreams and unrest. it’s my first day back at work post-having my gallbladder removed, I was really nervous. I’m in pain but happy to be here.

31. what music keeps you grounded?

the two best examples I have are new Taylor Swift (think folklore and evermore), and The National.

33. what was the last adventure you went on?

I think the last legitimate kind of adventure I went on was the day my siblings and I decided to go to an amusement park and left 15 minutes after deciding. no planning, we just went and rode rides for as long as we could and got ice cream on the way home.

46. favorite holiday film?

cliche, but it’s Elf. for sure. unless you mean any other holiday. in which case, my favorite New Years films are Boogie Nights and Phantom Thread. and my favorite made up holiday based around a film is Twister, which I watch on its release anniversary every year.

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claptitan-blog · 3 years

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in celebration of the folktale in folklore pt.6 (and how taylor swift inexplicably wrote a musical in my head) I imagine the next songs as more metaphoric and dreamlike as we jump out of the main narrative and into betty and james’ future. hoax represents the trials and the valleys of their relationship. Their back and forth here is abstract, muddled, and scattered given that it’s an amalgamation of all their woes. But despite all of that, they continue to accept each other’s love. the lakes represents their triumphs and the peaks of their relationship. They find peace in their escape. In many ways, rumors and gossip was the main root of their problems. Finally getting away and just being with each other was what helped heal their scars. And finally, we go back to the beginning with a reprise of the 1. This time, it’s completely in august’s perspective. I love the idea of this for two main reasons. For one, it shows how cyclical folklore is and how easily you can just listen to it again and again and it just gets better and better. Secondly, it concludes the story of our third main character. In summary, folklore is really good. Apart from just genuinely loving listening to each individual song, it’s so much fun to go deep into the folklorian woods and just live within betty, august, and james’ story. Sometimes playing a song or an album on repeat, it can get stale over time. But with a story that is so specific yet so malleable, it’s a new and wonderful experience every time. Happy one year anniversary folklore!

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imaginationintowords · 3 years

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Folklore [song series]

peace

Modern Day AU! Steve Rogers x OC!Reader

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album Folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years

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[a/n: sorry for the wait. it was my birthday last weekend so i was just chilling. but here it is, just in time for the anniversary of folklore's release. the final chapter of my folklore song series. i started this last fall, and it's now the end. thank you to all who read the story and commented and showed it love. you don't know how much that means to me, that people liked it so much. thank you for joining this journey with me, and I hope the ending is a nice little bow to finish it off]

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Age: 27

Year: July 2021 [two weeks after engagement]

Location: New York

Two weeks after their engagement, Steve and Elizabeth were still living off of the high from their engagement.

They were currently spending some time in New York. Liz had just graduated from law school that spring, while Steve was still working at the same architect firm. That was actually also why they were in New York.

The company was opening another branch in New York. Steve was offered a promotion, but it would only be available at the New York office.

In the few years since Steve graduated, he's been excelling in the architect world. He's really made a name for himself. Last year he was named the "hottest" up and coming architect. Ever since then he's been very busy. His boss gave him the month off, to propose to Liz, and to take a tour of the new office.

Steve told Liz that they'd only move back if that's what she really wanted. Especially since she just finished law school, and she still needs to take the state bar exam. She would need to figure that out soon, because the NY state bar exam date was closing in on her.

She and Steve decided a month in NY would help them both decide if moving back would be best. If they did decide to move back Steve would already have job waiting for him. Liz on the other hand might not.

Luckily for her, Loki was currently working at a law firm in NY. He was able to get her an interview while she was in town. He couldn't promise her a position, as there were a lot of people up for the job, some had even interned there. But Liz still went to the interview giving it her best.

Loki and Scott moved to NY two years ago, both their jobs taking them there. They ended up eloping right before their move, two years after Thor and Wanda got married.

Thor and Wanda had officially been married for four years. They were also considering the move over to the east coast. Both of their families lived out there and it just made more sense to them, especially with them trying to start a family.

Family was a massive pro for Steve and Liz as well. Moving back would mean seeing their loved ones a lot more. Especially now with Poppy about to turn six, part of them felt like they were missing out on their goddaughter's life. Steve also missed Bucky.

Bucky was doing really well in his career. He's currently working as a sound engineer for a movie studio. A big step up from the local recording studio he started in.

He was currently looking for a place to move to in Manhattan. Now that Poppy was about to be six, and she was already going to school in the city, it was time they officially made the move.

Actually he's no his girlfriend had decided to move in together.

Dr. Jane Foster is a pediatric fellow. She was in her first year of fellowship at a private practice in Manhattan.

Bucky and Jane met three years ago, through Sam Wilson. Bucky was hesitant at first to date, because he's a single father, and his main priority has always been Poppy since the day she was born. But

Sam had convinced Bucky to go on just one date. One date was all it took. Bucky was immediately hooked. Same went for Jane.

Jane was incredibly understanding of Bucky's situation. And it also helped that she loved children.

Jane met Poppy four months into the relationship and since then everything has been going great for the three of them. Jane instantly fell in love with Poppy and Poppy loved Jane a lot. Bucky had truly never felt happier. When he was alone with his girls he felt complete. When Bucky brought up the idea of officially making the move, he and Jane made the decision to move in together. They were practically already living together at that point. They were all very excited about this next step in their relationship.

Steve and Elizabeth were watching Poppy for the day while Bucky and Jane worked. They decided to spend their day in the city, walking around what could possibly be their new neighborhood. Poppy was loving having them around, and talking up their ears about school and all the friends she has made.

Around lunch time Poppy started to get hungry and sleepy. They decided to stop at a café and get some lunch.

Liz went inside while Steve and Poppy sat outside. Poppy ended up falling asleep on Steve while they waited for Liz. Steve found himself thinking about the possibility of living there.

Truth be told part of him did want to move back. He genuinely missed the New York City way of living. As he relaxes into the sounds of the city, he hears his name being called out. He looks straight ahead, looking for whoever called him, or if they were calling another Steve. As his eyes scanned the crowd, he met the eyes of the last person he would ever think he would see again.

He was completely shocked.

"Peggy?" Steve questioned, as the woman stopped in front of the table.

"I thought that was you," she smiled, "Wow. You most certainly aren't 17 anymore."

Peggy checks him out, as he stayed in his seat. She wasn't being subtle about it either.

Steve cleared his throat, noticing the way Peggy was eyeing him up and down, "Well it has been a decade wince we've last seen each other."

Peggy glances at the sleeping Poppy in his lap.

"Is this your daughter?" She asks pointing at Poppy, then glancing at his left hand noticing there wasn't a ring on his finger.

"Oh, no. This is my goddaughter. She's actually Bucky's," Steve tells her.

"No way," she gasps, surprised by this information. At that moment Elizabeth walks out of the cafe with a number plaque for the table.

"Oh my gosh! Elizabeth?" Peggy greeted.

"Peggy?" Liz asked confused at this older version of Peggy Carter.

"Yeah," she smiled.

Elizabeth put the number plaque on the table, Peggy catches the shimmer of her engagement ring.

"Oh wow! Congratulations," she says grabbing Liz's left hand, "You have a really beautiful daughter. I'm so happy for you and Bucky. High school sweethearts, making it til the end."

Liz was confused, she looked at Steve, hoping he could get them out of this awkward, and slightly uncomfortable situation.

"Um actually, this isn't her daughter, and she's not engaged or married to Bucky," Steve says, "We're actually the ones engaged."

Peggy was taken by surprise at this brand new information, not expecting to hear those words come out of Steve's mouth.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. My mistake," she apologizes, embarrassed.

"Well Congratulations," she awkwardly says, glancing at her watch, "I better be on my way. But hey here's my card. I moved back a couple of months ago. But we should all get dinner and catch up. There's clearly a lot I have missed."

She hands Liz the business card and walks away.

"Well that was random," Steve awkwardly laughs.

"What are the odds," Liz says sitting across from Steve, "Didn't even know she was back."

Liz cleared her throat and tried to focus on the city around her.

Con: Peggy Carter.

Steve and Elizabeth continued on with their day. At the end of the day, they dropped Poppy off at Jane's apartment and headed to their hotel.

Throughout their day there was a slight tension between the couple, it didn't go unnoticed by the both of them. Neither could figure out what the tension was. They both knew it had to do with the sudden appearance of Peggy Carter.

They laid in their hotel bed, each with a book in their hands. Their nightly read.

Elizabeth had a hard time focusing on what she was reading. She tried to force away thoughts of Peggy Carter out of her head. She flipped the page and stopped when she noticed her engagement ring. She took a long stare at it.

"Do you regret it?" She asks, turning her head towards him.

"Regret what?" He asks putting his book down and turning to face her.

"You and Peggy breaking up," she says, "Do you regret it?"

Steve is taken back by Liz's question.

"No," he shakes his head, "I don't regret it."

"Do you ever wonder what you're life would've been like had she stayed?"

Steve ponders over the question, "Truthfully? No. Once we said our final goodbyes in London, that was it. I never once gave it another thought. I closed that chapter as soon as I boarded my flight. Not that the breakup didn't hurt. Because it did. I just knew then that she wasn't my future. I never thought I would see her again."

"But you did," Liz quietly says.

"Yeah, which was weird," he says.

"I wouldn't blame you if you wanted out of the relationship to be with her," she says tearing up.

"What? No," Steve quickly says, sitting straight up, "I don't want that."

"I just mean, if you wanted to. I would completely understand. She was your first love."

"Yes, she was. But I don't love her," he says, "I know this is only coming up because we saw her today, and there's been this out of awkward tension in the air ever since. But I don't want to be with Peggy."

Liz glances down at her engagement ring again, trying to hide the tears of insecurity rolling down her face.

"Look at me," he softly says, placing his hand over her's, "I love you and only you. I asked you to marry me because you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. You and only. Peggy doesn't mean anything to me. I haven't even thought of her since high school. You mean more to me than anything in this world. Especially more than some high school ex-girlfriend. You, Elizabeth are my entire world."

"Why would you even think that?" He gently asks

"Just seeing her and the way she looked at you before she realized we were engaged," she says, "She wanted you. Then my mind started to wonder if maybe that was a sign for you two to get back together. And maybe you'd realize you regret proposing to me."

"There isn't an ounce of regret in me that makes me feel like I'm making the wrong decision," he assures her, "There is no one else for me. You are it. Proposing to you wasn't for confidence. Proposing to you was the only thing I've ever felt so sure of. It was the only thing I've ever done that I didn't second guess. You are the only thing I've ever felt so sure of."

"This," he grabs her and and gestures between the both of them, "Is where I want to be for the rest of my life. This brings me a peace like no other. You are my peace."

Age: 27

Year: May 2022

Location: Somewhere in Upstate New York

"You are my peace," Steve sniffles, as he holds Elizabeth's hands, tears flowing down both of their faces as they stood up in front of their closest friends and families, reciting their vows.

"I don't think I would be where I am today without you and your continued support. I meant what I said years ago about following you wherever you went. All I ever want is to be by your side. Nothing else has ever meant to me as you do. My future doesn't exist if you're not apart of it. Nothing matters if I don't have you. Since the day we met, twenty years ago, I knew you would play such an important part in my life. We clearly aren't the same people we were then. Yet over the many years you haven't strayed away from being this kind supportive, understanding person. To know one day our future kids will have that as a mother, overwhelms me with joy and love. They will be the most luckiest kids in the world.

"You are it for me. You are my world. I know everyone says weddings and getting married is the start of a new chapter, but it doesn't really feel lie that for us. It just feel like our story is continuing. There's no end in sight. And I'll make sure of that, by being supportive, kind to you for the rest of our lives. There won't be a time where you ever have to question my love for you. Because Elizabeth Sanchez, you are love."

Elizabeth has tears streaming down her face. She didn't' care how she looked. The only person that mattered was the man standing before her, professing his never ending love for her.

The pastors signaled her, that it was now her turn to speak.

"I figured I'd try and keep it short and sweet, because you know exactly how I feel about you Steve," she begins, "There's only one thing I want to say, more so I want to thank you. Thank you for giving me love. An unconditional love that never seems to fade. Since day one of our relationship. You've been patient. You always say I'm the supportive one, but you fail to see that you are too. Even more than me. You've always been willing to drop everything, not just for me but for all the ones you love. Anyone who has Steve Rogers' love, should count themselves as being incredibly special. I am the luckiest pet one out of them all because I get to be the recipient of your love every single day. I am the one who gets to spend the rest of their life calling you my husband. My partner. My life. You've shown me a love like no other. So thank-you Steve, for loving me."

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leigh-kelly · 3 years

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If She Never Showed Up What Could Have Been

Happy Brittana’s 6th Anniversary my fellow shippers! I’ve had this idea in my head since Folklore came out last summer, and I figured what better time to share it than today? Obviously, it’s based on “The Last Great American Dynasty.”

Her husband was dead. The doctors had warned them about it for months, that his lifestyle was going to kill him with his weak heart, but Bill hadn’t cared. He’d told her one night as they were lying side by side on the beach that he’d rather live the life he had the way he wanted then live a longer one with no fun. Brittany struggled with that a bit. She thought of the sunny day she got off the train in Watch Hill, Rhode Island, so far from home in St. Louis, and how she’d been madly in love. Their love hadn’t waned over the years, even as Bill traveled for work and Brittany did the fundraising that any young socialite was wont to do. But then, she’d woken up and found his lifeless body next to her and something inside her just snapped.

Everyone in town talked about her. Watch Hill wasn’t a very big place and it was difficult to get away from the gossip. More than once, she’d heard someone casually mention that it was her fault that he was dead. She’d let him party too hard, she was too concerned with having fun herself, some even said that she’d poisoned him for his money, despite what the coroner’s report had said. He was the heir to Standard Oil and they seemed to care more about what losing him meant to the company, not what losing him had meant to her. He wasn’t her first husband, but he was the one she’d truly loved and she missed him dearly. But Brittany was Brittany and she wasn’t going to let that end her life, no matter what everyone else said.

In the first months after Bill’s death, perhaps Brittany went a little mad. She was lonely and she was looking for anything to fill the emptiness. One day, she got it in her head that she wanted to swim in a pool full of champagne. Bill would have thought that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard, and he would have indulged her, so she bought case after case and her groundskeeper drained the pool and filled it up for her bottle by bottle. The bubbles effervesced around her when she got in and she breathed in the sweet alcoholic scent. When she got out, she was sticky from head to toe, but the only way she was surviving was to give into whims like that. The neighbors talked, of course they did, but one, Rachel Berry, was so callous and cruel to her that the next time her dog—a yappy little thing—wandered into her yard, Brittany dipped him in RIT and let him dry a perfect shade of key lime green. After that, everyone had said she’d stolen him, but really, Rachel was always letting the thing out of her sight, and the dog was fine.

After a while, Brittany got tired of Watch Hill. It was the same thing every day, the big salt box house that reminded her of Bill, the gossip that seemed to persist everywhere, so she started going to New York. She’d always loved the ballet and she took in performance after performance. She spent more money than she probably should have, despite the fact that she was rolling in it, but it was the first thing that made her feel alive again. Then, she started flying her friends in from New York and St. Louis and spent even more money entertaining, showing suitors, both men and women, a good time.

It happened when she least expected it. Her friend Mercedes had brought a girl along with her on one of her trips, and when the woman stepped out of the cab, Brittany nearly fell to her knees. Her heart did something that it hadn’t done in too long to count, possibly ever, and she struggled for breath. Standing just outside the house was the most beautiful human being Brittany had ever seen. She wasn’t sure what was darker, her hair or her eyes and she stood with such a poise that Brittany could only dream about having. Her dress was cut low in the front and Brittany’s eyebrows raised a little thinking about what was beneath it. Mercedes came up to the door first and Brittany was stirred from her fantasy when she gave her a hug. Brittany smiled, probably wider than she’d smiled in a year and Mercedes looked at her knowingly.

“A little treat for you, maybe?” Mercedes whispered in her ear and Brittany’s throat went dry.

“I—”

“Hi.” The other woman came up to her, extending her hand. “I hope you don’t mind that Mercedes brought me along. She just couldn’t stop talking about you and I had to meet the famous Brittany Harkness in person, and of course, see this Holiday House that Mercedes is in love with.”

“Oh, um, no, I absolutely don’t mind that you’ve come. There’s plenty of room, though I’m not totally sure who else will be joining us this weekend. I hope you don’t mind a party.”

“That I don’t.” Santana laughed, and the sound was like music to Brittany’s ears.

As Mercedes and Santana settled themselves into the house, the other guests began to arrive. Brittany was so likely to offer plane tickets to her friends that she never knew who was going to take advantage of it and show up, always, much to Rachel Berry’s chagrin. By the time the maids put dinner on the table, it was set for seventeen and Brittany tried to figure out a way to get Santana seated next to her.

“Santana,” She finally said softly as she sipped her old fashioned. “Since this is your first time a Holiday House, I’d love it if you took a place of honor beside me.”

“This house is full of your friends, Brittany, are you sure?

“I’m sure.”

Dinner was, as always, a boisterous affair, and Brittany hardly had the chance to speak two words to Santana that weren’t interrupted by Tina, or Mike, or much to her annoyance, Blaine. But she was staying for the whole weekend and Brittany kept reminding herself that there would be time for all of that once everyone had settled. After dinner was through and the dishes were cleared away, everyone trickled out into the backyard, wanting the cool sea air to settle their stomachs as they began to drink more heavily. Brittany noticed that Santana lingered near her and it caused her heart to flip, wondering, perhaps, if the woman saw something in her as well.

“I’m sorry, you know.” Santana murmured as she and Brittany stood beside the pool. “Mercedes said it hasn’t been easy for you since—you know.”

“Thank you.” Brittany nodded. “I feel like a fish out of water in this place sometimes. But now that I’ve thrown myself into founding the Harkness Ballet, my life seems to have some purpose again.”

“I’m looking forward to the first production. I just adore the ballet.”

“Do you?” Brittany smiled, glad to have found something in common with her. “I wanted to be a dancer when I was young, but my parents warned against it.”

“Would you like to dance now, with me?”

“Oh—”

“I’m sorry, was that too forward? I just…thought I saw you looking at me a certain way.”

“No, no…I was, I mean, I am, I…yes, I would love to dance with you.”

Santana stepped into Brittany’s arms and they danced to the sounds of the cellist who had set himself up on the other end of the pool. It was strange, that Brittany had only known Santana a few hours, but found herself in a state of perfect security once they began to dance together. Brittany looked into Santana’s eyes and found that she longed to kiss her. She couldn’t do it here though, not right in front of everyone, there was something far too taboo about that, but she pulled Santana closer and they shared a soft smile.

Hours later, Brittany had more than her share to drink and everyone had began retiring to their rooms. It was just her and Santana, who still had a martini, who remained in the backyard, and Brittany looked down over the railing of the walkway to see that the ocean looked especially beautiful that night. On so many nights, she’d gone down there herself, sat herself in the sand and just stared out at the wide ocean, wondering what was next for her. In that moment, she had a strange thought, wondering, perhaps, if it was Santana that was next for her. It was an odd thought, definitely, but she just couldn’t seem to shake it.

“I normally go down to the beach at night before bed, what do you think?”

“I could go up to bed if you’d like the time alone.”

“I’d like to share it with you, if that’s alright.” Brittany told her, gently taking her hand.

Together, they walked down to the beach and Brittany found a spot for them in the sand. Santana was clearly very tipsy—not that Brittany wasn’t—and she rested her head on Brittany’s shoulder. Brittany touched her hair and suddenly, Santana lifted her head up, looking Brittany right in the eyes. Even in the moonlight, Brittany could see the softness in them and she pressed her hand to Santana’s cheek.

“Would it be alright—”

“Kiss me, please.” Santana whispered, and Brittany did just that.

#brittana #brittanas6thyear #the last great american dynasty

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