It's here, it's here! The masterlist of all your wonderful submissions for the flash fiction challenge. Crack the wine or sparkling cider, dig into those boxes of chocolates and treat yourself to the fruits of your labor!!
And Happy Valentine's Day đ
Supernatural
@smellingofpoetry
You Calm the Storm - Dean Winchester
Something to Talk About - Dean Winchester
@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Dance Like A Fool - Dean Winchester
Iâve Got You - Dean Winchester
Saying Nothing at All - Dean Winchester
The Lie in the Lyric - Dean Winchester
In His Arms - Dean Winchester
@msmarvelouswinchester
Canât Take My Eyes Off of You - Dean Winchester
@apocalypseornaw
Amazed - Dean Winchester
@deanwanddamons
Your Lover - Dean Winchester
True - Dean Winchester
@hoboal87
Home - Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
I Do It For You - Dean Winchester
@princessmisery666
Love From Nothing - Dean Winchester
Last Thursday - Dean Winchester
Something Stupid - Dean Winchester
Every Breath - Dean Winchester
Coming Back - Dean Winchester
Too Far - Sam Winchester
Spell On Me - Sam Winchester
Be Mine - Sam Winchester
@sarcastic-coffeedrinker
Everything is Nothing - Dean Winchester
@talesmaniac89
Her Always and Forever - Dean Winchester
Tangled Up In You - Dean Winchester
Insatiable - Dean Winchester
Carefully Loved - Dean Winchester
To Dance With You - Sam Winchester
Finally Home - Dean Winchester
Just One Kiss - Dean Winchester
At Last - Dean Winchester
What If⊠- Dean Winchester
@fluffiest-dreams
She Knew - Dean Winchester
Human - Castiel
His Rose - Sam Winchester
Freeze This Moment - Sam Winchester
Not Alone - Castiel
Your Terms - Dean Winchester
A Hero Complex and Its Downsides - Dean Winchester
I Wonât Say It - Sam Winchester
This thing called love - Castiel
@smol-and-grumpy
One Last Time - Dean Winchester
MCU
@writingsoftheloser
With Open Arms - Bucky Barnes
Earned It - Loki
I want you to stay - Sam Wilson
I canât wait for the nights with you - Bucky Barnes
@firefly-in-darkness
Love Drunk - Bucky Barnes
@indyluckycharlie
Only You Know How - Sam Wilson
@writing-for-marvel
Hold Me Close - Bucky Barnes
Multi-Fandom
@petalssunwards
Challenge Masterlist - Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Bucky/Sam, Natasha, Clint Barton, Demon!Dean Winchester
@little-diable
Willow - Draco Malfoy
@selfawarejester
Iâll Be There For You - Geralt of Rivia
@cocoamoonmalfoy
Challenge Masterlist - Michelle Jones, Peter/MJ/Ned, Loki, Peter Parker, Arvin Russell
@a-little-counter-esperanto
A Little Something - Open Fandom
@louisianaspell
Tuxedo - Hal Carter
@gone-to-fight-the-fairies
I Bet - Din Djarin
@eurynome827-fic-roulette
Lost in The Stars - Chris Beck
To Be With You - Colin Shea
@theycallmebecca
The Girl Heâs Going to Marry & Saying Hello - Jake Jensen
Please let me know if you don't see your fic listed!
Welcome to Flash Fiction Challenge 4 where the plot doesn't matter! Only that one specific aesthetic we get from listening to a song.
For this round, y'all are getting Love Songs! You know, for Valentine's Day and all.
Pretty straightforward rules are listed above. Just going to add that I do run an 18+ blog, so I ask that all participants be 18+.
There is no limit to how many times you can participate, please try to finish and post one prompt before asking for another.
If nothing hits and you find yourself stuck, just get it out of the way. Write about a character being stuck for inspiration, in traffic and the song is on the radio, what have you â 100 words â post it, tag me, and submit another †to get another song.
Dumblr has been known to drop tags - even asks!- for these challenges in the past. So if I haven't interacted with your story (I use the like button as a bookmark to read); or answered your ask within 24hrs, please message me. Or try to send an ask again.
The goal is to have a masterlist of all submissions out by Feb 13th for everyone to enjoy in time for Feb 14th.
I will still read, reblog, and add late submissions to the masterlist, so please don't stress!
This masterlist is a masterlist of words that you may use alongside the word very, very being one of the most common words that are used when writing. I hope this helps you as much as it helps me in our writing seem more sophisticated and unique.Â
A:
Very accurate - exact
Very afraid - fearful
Very angry - furious
Very annoying - exasperating
B:
Very bad - atrocious
Very beautiful - exquisite
Very big - immense
Very boring - dull
Very bright - luminous
Very busy - swamped
C:
Very calm - serene
Very careful - cautious
Very cheap - stingy
Very clean - spotless
Very clear - obvious
Very clever - intelligent
Very cold - freezing
Very colourful - vibrant
Very competitive - cutthroat
Very complete - comprehensive
Very confused - perplexed
Very conventional - conservative
Very creative - innovative
Very crowded - bustling
Very cute - adorable
D:
Very dangerous - perilous
Very dear - cherished
Very deep - profound
Very depressed - despondent
Very detailed - meticulous
Very different - disparate
Very difficult - arduous
Very dirty - filthy
Very dry - arid
Very dull - tedious
E:
Very eager - keen
Very easy - effortless
Very empty - desolate
Very excited - thrilled
Very exciting - exhilarating
Very expensive - costly
F:
Very fancy - lavish
Very fast - swift
Very fat - obese
Very friendly - amiable
Very frightened - alarmed
Very frightening - terrifying
Very funny - hilarious
G:
Very glad - overjoyed
Very good - excellent
Very great - terrific
H:
Very happy - ecstatic
Very hard - difficult
Very hard-to-find - rare
Very heavy - leaden
Very high - soaring
Very hot - sweltering
Very huge - colossal
Very hungry - ravenous
Very hurt - battered
I:
Very important - crucial
Very intelligent - brilliant
Very interesting - captivating
J:
K:
L:
Very large - huge
Very lazy - indolent
Very little - tiny
Very lively - vivacious
Very long - extensive
Very long-term - enduring
Very loose - slack
Very loud - thunderous
Very loved - adored
M:
Very mean - cruel
Very messy - slovenly
N:
Very neat - immaculate
Very necessary - essential
Very nervous - apprehensive
Very nice - kind
Very noisy - deafening
O:
Very often - frequently
Very old - ancient
Very old-fashioned - archaic
Very open - transparent
P:
Very painful - excruciating
Very pale - ashen
Very perfect - flawless
Very poor - destitute
Very powerful - compelling
Very pretty - beautiful
Q:
Very quick - rapid
Very quiet - hushed
R:
Very rainy - pouring
Very rich - wealthy
S:
Very sad - sorrowful
Very scared - petrified
Very scary - chilling
Very serious - grave
Very sharp - keen
Very shiny - gleaming
Very short - brief
Very shy - timid
Very simple - basic
Very skinny - skeletal
Very slow - sluggish
Very small - petite
Very smart - intelligent
Very smelly - pungent
Very smooth - sleek
Very soft - downy
Very sorry - apologetic
Very special - exceptional
Very strong - forceful
Very stupid - idiotic
Very sure - certain
Very sweet - thoughtful
T:
Very talented - gifted
Very tall - towering
Very tasty - delicious
Very thirsty - parched
Very tight - constricting
Very tiny - minuscule
Very tired - exhausted
U:
Very ugly - hideous
Very unhappy - miserable
Very upset - distraught
V:
W:
Very warm - hot
Very weak - frail
Very well-to-do - wealthy
Very wet - soaked
Very wide - expansive
Very willing - eager
Very windy - blustery
Very wise - sage
Very worried - distressed
X:
Y:
Z:
A/N: If you know of anymore words I can add please message me.
@ Henry come to me and do the thing you did in my dream:
The letters won't stop.
They're fanned out on the kitchen island, and I've been staring at them for so long that the entire concept of time has slipped away from me. All I know is fear. Anxiety. My chest is weak. I steady myself on the marble countertop, trying to focus on my breathing. But I can't. A racking sob takes me by surprise. I surrender to my tears.
When I look up through blurry eyes, I see Kal trotting into the room. He settles at my feet, He knows something's wrong. I bend down to ruffle the patch of fur between his ears and he nuzzles into my legs, anchoring my feet to the floor.
The front door opens. Henry shouts a cheerful hello as he walks in, Kal lets out a booming bark that rips right through me, making me jump, but through my tears, I laugh. The sound seems to trigger Henry's fight-or-flight response, as he rushes into the kitchen, his face etched with concern. Kal disappears, his mission complete.
He doesn't need to ask me what's wrong. He already knows.
He pulls me against him, resting his chin on the crown of my head. His embrace is firm, but comforting. Protective. I'm not crying now.
"I hate this." I mutter against the thick fabric of his shirt. "I'm so fucking done with all of this."
He steps back, cradling my face in his hands. I feel small and safe.
"I know, my love. I know." His voice is low, his eyes soft.
He presses a long, gentle kiss to my lips. Then another. Then another, as though it's the last time. I wonder if it will be, so I lean in further, kiss him harder, my hands raking through his soft hair, clutching at the nape of his neck. His grip on my hips tightens. I'm his. For as long as I can be.
SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Author Masterlist - Reading List Week 75
I canât believe I am now at 75 weeks of reading recommendations. I love to be able to support my friends, mutuals and new authors on here. I have met some amazing people for as long as Iâve been doing this. So the end of 2021 I bring you a list of authors I have read this year and their Masterlists. I hope this will be able to signal boost others.
I spent the last week compiling this author list. These should be every single authors I highlighted over the last year. I wanted to feature their Masterlists in one post. If I accidentally left you off please let me know. I have 156 authors on here in alphabetical order. (it would have been more but several blogs closed) I wonât be able to tag every author since the limit is 50. I will be linking your Masterlist to the names below. If you donât have one I will link your blog.
So if you donât see your personal favorites or if you didnât make this list just know it just means I havenât read for them or you yet. This doesnât discredit the amazing talent that is on this site.
Please give all these authors some love, support and positive feedback. Â
Missy đđ
A/N thank you to @happygowritingâââ for the header and @whimsicalrogersâââ for the page break
Since you wanted a little more from Henry & Olivia, I wrote a follow-up to Five Gold Rings. Thanks again @cavillsthighs for hosting this awesome challenge! x
The soft gold lights illuminated Henryâs face, making him look like an angel. It was hard for Olivia to be angry when he looked like that. What was she even angry for? He hadnât hurt her intentionally. She relaxed her shoulders and finally, her eyes met his.
âIâm surprised you came.â
Henryâs lips twitched a little before he spoke. âWhy?â
âI thought youâd be with her.â
âItâs over. It has been for a while.â He averted his eyes for a moment. âI thought youâd be with Charles.â
She sucked in a breath and exhaled sharply. âWeâre moving to New York.â The words left her lips without thinking. âHe bought an apartment last week.â
She wasnât even sure that she wanted this. She knew, however, that she wanted to hurt him back. To test him.
âWhen do you leave?â
Olivia fiddled with the hem of her dress. âI donât know. Thatâs up to Charles.â
âA lot of things are up to Charles.â Henry almost snapped. âDo you really want this?â
âWhat I want is for everything to be okay. For us to be okay.â
Henry frowned. âWhat are you talking about?â
âOh come on, Hen. Things havenât been right between us ever since that night in Aspen. You canât say you havenât thought about it.â
âI havenât stopped.â He gulped, his eyes shining. âI wanted you to stay. You know I did.â
âShe didnât.â Olivia huffed. âTo be honest, I couldnât stand being around you. It was like you were a completely different person.â
âI was.â Henry leaned forward, taking Oliviaâs hands in his. âBut you never stopped being important to me.â
âWell, you had a funny way of showing it.â
Her phone rang. Charles. She didnât excuse herself, just slapped the phone to her ear, walked away and opened the back door, taking the call outside. The evening chill made her teeth chatter a little, but she didnât want to go back inside for a coat. She didnât want to face Henry. Not now.
âMum told me about New York.â
âSo you know about the apartment?â
âYes. Shouldnât this be a decision we make together?â
âShouldnât I be able to surprise my girlfriend?â
âNot by asking me to uproot my entire life! In fact, you didnât even ask, you just assumed Iâd be fine with it.â She blew out a short breath. âIf you want to go to New York, then go. It obviously means a lot to you.â
âSo do you.â A beat. âCome home so we can talk about this. Please?â
It was unusual for Charles to plead. Olivia replied with a curt âOkay.â
The sherry made her thoughts even more muddled. She leaned against the wall, staring at the stars as if they held the answer she was looking for. Part of her wanted to stay, to sleep in her childhood bedroom and forget about everything for a while. But she had to talk to Charles. At the very least, she owed him that.
The back door opened. Henry stood in front of her, subdued. Without a word, he stepped outside and wrapped his arms around her. Olivia sunk into him, fighting back tears of frustration as she inhaled his warm vanilla musk. She pulled back, reaching for her phone, but he grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together.
âYouâre cold.â He said softly, pressing his lips to hers for the briefest of moments.
âSo warm me up.â
She tugged at his jumper as they kissed, a messy, passionate almost breathless kiss that seemed to last forever. They could taste each otherâs yearning. Olivia wasnât allowingherself to be kissed, she wanted to be kissed. She had wanted it ever since Aspen. Since the moment they locked eyes in the living room. She hated herself for it, but in this moment, she was happier than she had been in months. But of course, it couldnât last. She needed to go home.
Breaking the kiss with a jolt, she spun on her heels and picked up her phone.
âI have to go. Charles is waiting for me.â
Henry placed his hands on his hips, his lips pressed into a hard line. âOf course he is.â He ran a hand through his thick curls. âShit.â
Olivia scrolled through her phone and dialled the number for the local taxi firm. Brushing past him, she barely said goodbye. She left with a rushed shout of âMerry Christmasâ, trying hard to clear her mind on the ride home.
When the taxi pulled up, Charles was waiting for her in the doorway. He took her coat and hung it in the hallway, leading her by the hand into their living room.
âIâm sorry I didnât tell you about New York earlier. I know itâs not an easy decision to make.â He smiled then. âBut thereâs one more surprise, and I hope you know the answer to this one.â
Oliviaâs whole body flushed with nervous warmth as Charles gestured to the tree, where the most unmistakable thing of all lay nestled in its branches.
Oliviaâs eyes widened. She felt tears beginning to form again.
âCharlieâŠâ she started, but a shaky breath caught in her throat.
âNew Yorkâs a fresh start. I want it to be the start of the rest of our lives together.â
âTook you long enough!â Olivia blurted, half-laughing. âChrist, Charlie. Timing really isnât your strong suit.â
Her phone screen lit up with a single notification.
Iâm sorry, Livvy. For everything. Can we start over?
Love, H x
âEverything okay?â Charles cocked his head.
âYeah. Mumâs been on the sherry. She just sent me a daft text.â
âClassic Prue!â Charles slung an arm around Oliviaâs shoulder, planting a kiss on the crown of her head. âYou donât have to answer me tonight. Itâs getting late. I can wait until tomorrow.â
This was written for the lovely @cavillsthighs Cavillmas challenge, using the prompt five rings, one engagement.
Cuffing season. The words made Olivia roll her eyes as she leafed absently through a copy of Cosmo while she waited for her train to arrive. Sheâd lost count of the number of saccharine Christmas proposals sheâd seen on social media. The train pulled in, and she shuffled along the carriage, plopping down into the nearest window seat, her handbag drooping as she placed it on the table.
Glancing out of the window, she took a deep breath, preparing herself for the inevitable barrage of questions she would face when she arrived at her parentsâ annual Christmas party. At thirty-five, Olivia Holden had an enviable life â a job she enjoyed, a beautiful home and a doting partner. However, for the last three years, she had used the same perfectly rehearsed answer to the inevitable question âwhen are you going to get married?â
Not yet. But weâve talked about it.
It was true, they had talked about it, but it never came to anything. At least, nothing beyond Charlesâs dismissive grumble at the kitchen table, or a vague promise that it would happen âwhen the time is rightâ. Granted, Olivia had never been one of those little girls who wore lace curtains like a veil or went to fancy dress parties in a wedding dress, but still, it bothered her that Charles didnât seem too interested in the idea of marriage. It was ironic, really. On the surface, Charles Brandon was everything Oliviaâs parents wanted for her â a handsome Oxford graduate with a career in finance â but after five years together, Olivia wasnât sure if she was staying because she loved him, or because her parents did.
Her phone vibrated. She knew exactly what was coming. Withholding an exasperated sigh, she answered.
âYouâre not going to make it, are you?â
âSorry babe. Thereâs just so much left to do and apparently Iâm the only one who gives a fuck about doing it.â
Olivia sunk down in her seat. âOne day youâre going to work yourself into the ground. Couldnât you have given all of this to someone else?â
âI couldâve, but they wouldâve done a half-arsed job that would put my neck on the line.â
âIâm sure itâs not that bad. Itâs Christmas for Godâs sake! You really do work with a bunch of Scrooges.â
Charles laughed. âI do.â A pause. âI have a surprise waiting for you. Will that get me back in your good books?â
âDepends on what it is.â
âIf I told you that, it wouldnât be a surprise. Youâre going to love it. At least, I hope you will.â
âIâm intrigued.â A tiny spark of hope ignited within her. âIâm almost home. The trainâs packed, so Iâll have to go. See you later tonight.â
There was no sweet exchange, only a shuffle of papers and a hurried goodbye.
When she arrived at the townhouse they shared, Olivia rushed upstairs and flung the wardrobe doors open, fishing around in the half-darkness. Nestled in between the two gift bags Olivia had prepared was a third, smaller bag. She reached for it, retracted her hand, then gave in to her curiosity.
An envelope and a little black box.
Oliviaâs cheeks heated. Was he really staying late at the office or just trying to distract her? She envisioned him filling the apartment with roses as he had done for their first Valentineâs Day together. Sheâd walk in, and there he would be, down on one knee, waiting for her. She hurriedly threw the bag back into the wardrobe and primped in the mirror.
She thought then of all the versions of herself she had been before she met Charles. All the pieces of herself she had given away.
In university, one kiss with class clown Mike led to a proposal with a Haribo ring after one too many JĂ€gerbombs. After that, a series of flirty exchanges with a soldier led to a promise to meet that, of course, never came to fruition. Then, there was Walter, a Police Officer who rather unceremoniously called off their engagement via email.
This time, she would make the right choice.
She changed her clothes, called a cab, picked up the gift bags and headed outside.
When she arrived at the family home, she was greeted with crushing, warm hugs from her mother, Prue.
Prue peered over Oliviaâs shoulder. âNo Charles?â
âWorking late. He sends his love, though.â Olivia held out one of the gift bags. âAnd this.â
âHow sweet!â Prue took the bag and ushered her daughter inside. âI imagine he must be tying up a few things, getting ready for the big move.â
Olivia threw her coat onto one of the hangers in the hallway, then cocked her head. âBig move?â
Prue tensed. She had said too much. âHe hasnât told you, has he?â
Olivia shook her head. âNope. Whatâs going on?â
âHe got an offer to transfer to New York. He bought an apartment last week. I suppose youâll have to pretend to be surprised now.â Prue frowned. âSorry, love.â
âSo it was a key.â Olivia sat on the stairs, hands clasped. âI thought he was finally going to propose.â
âYour father and I thought that too, but this is still a big step for you both, you know.â
âNot big enough.â
She got up and walked to the kitchen. Her father Philip was hunched over the stove, prodding at his famous Christmas ham with one hand, a glass of sherry in the other. A familiar, booming laugh sounded from the living room. She immediately turned to her mother.
âIs thatâŠ?â
Prue poured herself a glass of sherry and tipped the glass towards the living room. âColin and Marianne were the only ones who could make it this year. Henryâs here too.â
Oliviaâs throat tightened. She grabbed a glass and knocked back a liberal measure of sherry.
Of all the men that had come and gone in her life, the biggest piece of her heart had been given to him.
âI thought I heard you in the hall!â Marianne approached, arms wide open. She kissed her on both cheeks. âCome and sit down.â
Henry rose from the couch when she entered, pulling her against his broad chest.
âItâs good to see you, Livvy.â
Only Henry called her that. A subtle shudder ran across her shoulders as she felt his warmth leave her.
âYou too, Hen.â
Henry inclined his head towards the conservatory. âWeâve got a lot of catching up to do.â
It's been a while since we last checked in with Henry and Liza, and with the holiday season in full swing, a few things have changed at The Stirling Group.
Coming this Christmas:
When the annual Jingle Ball is cancelled due to unexpected snowfall, Liza has one week to plan and execute the perfect office Christmas party. As the staff exchange Secret Santa gifts, Liza and Henry are faced with the realization that balancing their personal and professional lives may be harder than they first thought.
New Year's Eve:
Henry is a notorious workaholic. When Liza finds him back at the office on New Year's Eve, she intervenes. With no plans of her own except getting drunk on prosecco in front of the TV, Henry invites her to spend the night with him. There's only one problem - when the clock strikes midnight, there's a knock at the door. Someone from Henry's past makes him question his future.
I found myself missing Dad!Sy and his happy little family from my earlier story Homecoming, so I decide to bring them back for a little festive drabble!
This was inspired by the 'Santa suit' prompt from the lovely @winter2112rose .
Sacred Heart Elementaryâs Christmas party had been a success for everyone except eight year old Alexander Syverson. Still in his elf costume, he slammed the door, launched himself onto the couch, crossed his arms and sulked. Being raised in a military family meant that Alexander didnât get away with temper tantrums for too long. His father, Jack, peered around the living room door, then searched his wife Sarahâs face for an answer.
âAlex had a bad time at the party.â Sarahâs eyes softened. âGo easy on him, Jack.â
Jack replied with a grunt, then approached his son.
âHey buddy, Momma tells me you had some trouble at school today, is that right?â
Alexander huffed. His eyes were red and puffy. âSorta.â
Jackâs brow furrowed. âWhaddya mean sorta?â
Alexander took off his hat, scrunching it nervously in his tiny hands. âDaddy, is Santa Claus real? Emmett McAllister said heâs made up. He made fun of me in front of everyone.â
Jack crouched down to his sonâs level. âYou know how sometimes I go on secret missions? Ones I canât tell anybody about?â
âYeah.â
âWell, a couple years back, I was part of a mission called Operation: NORAD. Do you know what that is?â
Alexander shook his head.
âNORAD is how they track Santa every Christmas. I was one of the guys in the control room, and I saw his sleigh take off that night.â
Alexanderâs eyes widened. âReally?â He squealed.
âReally.â Jack nodded. âSo whatever Emmett McAllister told you, itâs a load of bullsh-â He stopped himself mid-sentence â âitâs a big olâ lie. And you know what else?â He shot his son a conspiratorial grin. âI happen to know for a fact that Emmett is on the naughty list.â
Alexander sat up straight then. âAm I on the nice list?â
âYou bet.â Jack ruffled his sonâs hair. âThe Syversons are always on the nice list. Go on upstairs.â
With that, Alexander shot off.
Sarah leaned against the doorframe. âI know one Syverson who wonât be on the nice list this year.â
âOh yeah?â He grasped his wife by the waist, pulling her against him.
âSometimes being naughty is more rewarding than being nice.â She lilted, trailing her hands down his chest, making him jolt a little as she travelled further downward.
From day one, we knew our relationship wasnât going to be normal. There were compromises to be made on both sides.
At first, people assumed I was just shy. Nobody likes having their picture taken, right? But there are only so many times you can duck out of a frame or wave a dismissive hand before youâre squished up against someone, posing awkwardly. While it was true that I was more than a little insecure about being photographed, there was a bigger problem â I have epilepsy. If you didnât know that there are six types of seizures, now you do. I know this because I can have any one of them at any given time. Itâs made both my working and dating life quite interesting. I just didnât know how interesting it could possibly get until I met Henry. It seemed darkly ironic that Iâd end up falling in love with a man who spent his entire life in front of a camera, but the heart wants what it wants.
Iâd dated an actor before, but he was an asshole. In fact, most men Iâve dated have been assholes in one way or another. Henry was the first man I could open up to without being told I was âtoo muchâ or that Iâd been lying to him. He was patient with me. He listened. When he wasnât on set, he would attend as many hospital appointments as he could. He didnât have to buy me lavish gifts to make me feel spoiled (although the Tiffany bracelet he bought me last Christmas was very much appreciated) â having him by my side through it all was enough. So it was frustrating that I couldnât return the favour.
In the beginning, it was fun. We were like teenagers sneaking around, everything carefully planned to avoid being ambushed by the paparazzi. It wore off quickly though. After a year together, Henry wanted us to go public. His team agreed, and I protested â how could we possibly pull that off? The internet was awash with theories ranging from me being someone he was ashamed of (rude) to my existence being entirely fictional, our relationship purely a PR strategy to test the loyalty of the fans (a personal favourite). I figured that maybe they had a point and finally caved once Dany gave me permission to do it on my own terms.
There was no big reveal on Instagram. Instead, I decided to show up for him the way heâd always done for me.
The second season of The Witcher premiered on December 1st. Iâd spent longer than was probably necessary in the hotel bathroom, analysing myself from every angle under the soft light. Just because I wasnât going to be in front of any cameras didnât mean Iâd escape a poison pen tabloid article. Everything needed to be just right.
Henryâs unmistakeably strong knock on the door startled me. I smoothed my dress one last time and headed out.
âWow.â He raised an eyebrow in a cartoonish display of surprise.
âWow yourself.â I countered, flustered at the sight of him in his suit.
The two years weâd spent solely in loungewear were now firmly behind us. We were moving forward.
Henry fiddled with his cufflinks, glancing back at Leah. âHow are we going to do this?â
Leah looked up from her phone. âThe carâs almost here. The driver will take you both down to Leicester Square, then Henry, you get out and do the photocall. Iâll take her into the theatre and weâll wait for you there.â
In the car, he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. I slumped against him.
âIâm sorry I canât do the photocall. I know how important it is for you.â
He turned, pressing a soft kiss into my hair. âYouâre more important. Do you feel okay?â
I nodded. âAbsolutely fine.â
âGood.â He smiled.
The screams of the eagerly awaiting crowd reached a crescendo as we pulled up. As planned, he made his way onto the red carpet and Leah ushered me down a side path that led directly into the cinema.
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