When Nico And Will Announced Their Quest To The Camp, Their Reaction Wasn’t All That Surprising: Everybody

The Cordelia Pamphlet/Congratulations/Burn

May silently tugged her hair realizing the mistakes she cruelly made when realizing when she published her affair. Her heart was aching and breaking in pain once seeing everyone's reaction when reading the four-page pamphlet. Describing every detail of her affair with Phoenix Cordelia while paying it off to his wife; Daisy Cordelia. Approximately, almost three thousand dollars just to keep the affair a secret for a long and harsh 2 years. The guilt continuously ate every single inch of her flesh and blood with her heart screaming at her. Telling May to confess to her beloved boyfriend, Octavian Tabullo that she cheated on him with a married man. It may break Octavian’s heart at first but knowing they can still work this relationship but it will be different. But May’s brain says otherwise whereas not to confess about the affair toward anyone until now. After her enemies believe she was embezzling money from the Nutella Company (which was the main source of money for the Romans) but nope instead she slept with a man behind her boyfriend’s back.

Showing proof that she didn’t embezzle the orphanage money but use her spare money to hush the affair. Mentally slapping herself in the face wondering why she would something so stupid and so betrayed. After spending the entire writing a four-page pamphlet titling it The Cordelia Pamphlet. The morning after she finished writing the disturbance and disgust she has dwell within herself for far too long. Now she releases it out to the entire city of New Rome and Camp Jupiter and possibly will center gossip throughout all over Olympus. A juicy gossip like this wouldn’t be quiet or no…her enemies made sure that this pamphlet would be the end of her and her future career as Praetor. Along with putting her relationship on the brink of a breakup.

Emilie Jade/Nala Bank:

May Cordelia had a torrid affair

And she wrote it down right there!

HIGHLIGHT!!!

With her enemies spreading the news of her affair toward others while giving them the pamphlet. Attempting to leave the crowds that were surrounding but then suddenly she met up a familiar face. An eleven-year-old girl, who happened to be the daughter of Apollo the grandfather of her boyfriend, the current female Praetor, Princess of Olympus, the Sea, and the Underworld, Ghost Queen, Princess of the Shadows, Heir to Jupiter, Juno, Neptune, Ceres, Mars, Minerva, Apollo, Diana, Vulcan, Venus, Mercury, Bacchus, Vesta, and Pluto, ex-Centurion of the First Cohort, Praetor of the Twelfth Legion Fulminata, Friends to Major and Minor Gods, The Three Fates, Thanatos, Friend to Chaos, and Top Commander of the Chaos Army, she was very popular both among men and women. It was the only Lyria Eclair Graham de Vanily, the sister of Octavian Tabullo. She was beyond the perimeter of anger and betrayal. Clutching the four papers in her hand tightly with her bluebell eyes turned into the color of the sea during a storm that held pure hatred and frustration. 

Everyone in New Rome and Camp Jupiter knew that May was very lucky it was Lyria, instead of the other 3 people in Octavian’s tight circle of friends practically family. Lyria was the most merciful than Echo Olympia Butterfly, who was the daughter of Venus, May’s half-sister, the Centurion of the First Cohort, right-hand woman of Lyria, Second Top Commander of the Chaos, was the most violent one in the tight group family of 5. Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, the protégé of Praetor Lyria, the next Praetor after Echo, part of the First Cohort, the daughter of Bellona, was training to be a more skilled warrior. Flint Donovan Vance, the current male Praetor, son of Victoria, would have issued an order or execution if it weren’t for worrying over Octavian’s mental health.

 Lyria:

I know my brother like I know my own mind

You will never anyone as loyal nor as kind

While getting a heap of shouting from the most beloved demigoddess of all time unaware of her boyfriend's broken heart. Gathering every letter he ever kept in his office and would often read them whenever Octavian was stressed or tired. But the words that May wrote to him always encourage him to work harder and continue to push through life. Though now to Octavian all those words written in each letter he was reading meant nothing to him. Rereading every letter over and over again. Feeling his heart-shattering at each moment while feeling betrayed, angry, and heartbroken wrapped up in one emotion.

Octavian/Lyria:

I’m erasing myself from my narrative

(I love my brother more than my own life

I will choose his happiness over mine every time)

Let future descendants wonder how Octavian reacted

When you broke his heart

Octavian burned each letter into the fireplace of his office while watching each paper burn to death. The tears continued streaming down both Lyria and Octavian’s faces. Both of them are heartbroken by Eliza's betrayal and ruined their lives forever. Not only that the rest of the Venus and Apollo descendants were watching their brother in blood or in all but blood suffering from the pain and the embarrassment. The two groups of Roman Gods hugged each other tightly while May’s sister, Rose continued to read the pamphlet of her sister’s affair.

Meanwhile, Lyria is still continuing to tell May how lucky she was to have a boyfriend like Octavian. Though now, both of them will never know if Octavian is willing to forgive her after putting on a show that damages, not her reputation but Octavian’s as well. May felt Lyria gripped from the collar of her purple SPQR shirt as the tears flooded her face. Letting each word whether be Latin or English escape her lips before being pushed away harshly. Intending to reach Lyria but only to receive a punch to the nose and stomach. Surprise that Lyria punched her in public but no matter did anything to stand up for May since she brought this upon herself. Seeing the Praetor stepping away from her while glaring at her down to the pitch of her soul.

Lyria:

Put what we had aside

I’m standing at his side

You could never be satisfied

Gods, I hope you’re satisfied

And all of this only happened a few days ago whereas May is at the Fifth Cohort alone by herself. The Roman descendants moved to the Fourth Cohort, not wanting to live in the same place as of May. But the Venus and Apollo descendants, along with Flint, Reyna, and Echo were at Olympus in Lyria’s temple with their ancestors and the rest of the Gods. Apparently, all of Olympus heard the affair and had Mercury pick up Octavian and everyone else. The only thing Octavian left behind was the golden promise ring that he dropped into the palm of her hand. None of her siblings could look in their half-sibling's eyes ever again. Still…May lies in bed hopefully everything is nothing more than a terrible nightmare.

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Have some official artworks! source skate this way for more Yuri!!!

OMG! In ep6, after watching the “nude hug” photo Phichit uploaded to INS, Yuuri imaged the news title of his losing is “The result of frantic love(乱れた愛の果て)”. 

What are you thinking about Yuuri😂

Yesterday, There Were More of Us (Old Work)

Chapter 1: Yesterday, There Were More of Us

Alexander Palace, St. Petersburg, Russia…

January 1, 2177

They were all sitting down, all of the adrenaline had drained out of them when they were sitting in their separate limos, and now they were in shock from the events that happened a few hours before.

No one saw this coming, except the a few within their ranks.

And that was the number one thing all International Elites fear the most: traitors.

Which is how all of this happened.

Now Nikolai Romanov was thinking about it, The Late Cosmo de Lafayette looked somewhere off in the distance above the reporters and paparazzi.

I guess we’ll never know , he thought.

People around the world call it The Great French Assasination for several reasons: it took place in Paris, many French International Elites were dead via assasination, a motivated personal plan was set up by Holy Queen Georgette of Britannia, thousands of French dead, acres of land and building were razed to the ground. Furthermore, many of the IE’s who had survived it and now were either safe in their country or somewhere in France suffered injuries. And the cherry on top was that Lyanna de Lafayette and Alexander Hamilton were captured by the Sheridan’s Rangers.

Tonight was supposed to be a fun night as any International Elite Reunion Gala, but instead, it was full of heartache, tears, pain, bloodshed, and serious diplomatic decisions that will change everything as they know it.

His daughter, Yelisaveta, glared vehemently at them, “I told you all,” she spat at them, “Britannia was going to do something sooner rather than later.” She threw her arms up in the air with suppressed anger, “Now look where that got us: this shithole of a mess.”

A loud exasperated sigh rang through the near silent room, “Yes, you did Lisa,” she punched the bridge of her nose to try to calm herself down, “but we couldn’t have done anything at the time, I told you that ,” she tried to reason with her but to no avail.

The figure skater glared at her, “Well I’m sorry, your Royal Majesty ,” Liska sneered, “I guess I overestimated your power, Sasha.” Before the young Tsarina of Russia could retort, a fist slammed down to an armchair. “Now isn’t the time of dwelling in the past and blaming others,” looking directly both at their daughter and ruler, “we need to make a decision on how we’re going to respond to this for the entire world is looking at us.”

“Grigor is right,” all eyes turned to the third eldest, “we either ignore this whole situation or go to war, both choices will result in bloodshed and scrutiny on both sides of the spectrum, and the entire world.” Evgeniya Brazauskienė, stated with a tone that meant business and absolutely no dilly dallying.

With that, they laid out the fate of Russia for the next few years…

~.~

Osaka, Japan…

December 12, 2164 (13 years earlier)…

Nothing could stop her from smiling, even when her cheeks started to hurt. How could she not? She had just won the Junior Grand Prix Final of Figure Skating with a total score of 219.67 points, her now personal high score.

The sound of trumpets roared through the air, mixing with all the cheerings of everyone in the room.

“ISU Figure Skating Final 2163 and 2164, Osaka, Japan, victory ceremony Junior Ladies,” Mr. Suzuki announced in English, while another, Ms. Takahashi, repeated in Japanese.

Everything was set on the ice: a red and white podium with the symbol of the Grand Prix of Figure Skating Final 2164 logo, three medals on three trays carried by three girls, three flowers carried by another set of three girls, all under a gray rug.

The male announcer started, “Third and winner of the Bronze Medal, representing Russia: Yevgenia MAKARAVERA!” Zhenya skated on the ice just as they said her name, her full blue dress sashayed while the background music of River Flows in You by Lorenzo de Luca, then skated to her place on the lowest part of the podium.

“Second and winner of the Silver Medal, representing Russia: Yulia KAIDENOVSKYA!” Yulka was wearing a Bridgerton inspired dress with the music of Material Girl cover used in the show, eventually skating back to take her place as second on the podium.

“First and winner of the Gold Medal, representing Russia: Yelisaveta ROMANOVA-POTEMKINA!” The crowd cheered louder than before, some chanted her name “Lisa, Lisa!”, some waved the Russian flag higher, and some just created flat out noise. Her gold, pink, and purple dress moved along with her as the music of Syrax’s Flight by Ramin Djawadi played but was drowned out by everyone around her. The Russian bowed multiple times, quickly making her way to her place as the winner of the Junior Ladies, but not before hugging her two companions.

“The medals will be presented by our honored guest: Representative Violet Hill.” As the Canadian placed the medal on each girl before Yelisaveta, the crowd cheered respectfully, while they shook hands. As the elderly woman raised the medal, she bowed down for the gold piece to be hung around her neck. Ms. Hill was quite careful of her long hair that was wrapped in a low bun. The temperatures clashing between the cold, youthful one and the warm, wrinkly of the other.

“The flowers will be presented by ISU Representative Maratelle Romano.” This time, the Italian shook their hands before giving out the flowers, each looking identical. “Ladies and gentlemen, please rise for the national anthem of the winner.”

As they sang their motherland’s anthem, the Russian flag was presented in front of them.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, our medalists!” They all posed for the small group of photographers in front of them.

“We invite the skaters to take a victory lap around the ice.” The winner looked at her friends with a questioning look. While she was down to do it, Yelisaveta wanted to make sure that they were too.

With the biggest smiles they had, they took their time taking their lap around the rink; making sure to high-five the hands in the crowd.

One spectator gave them flower crowns with their favorite flowers: Yevgenia with daisies, Yulia with jasmines, and Yelisaveta with lilies.

After much posing for pictures, it was finally time to get off the ice and do the most painful part of it: the interviews.

Immediately after they got off the ice, they were hounded by one of the three devils also known as their coach. “Zhenya, you’re right leg was off. Yulka, you’re simply not good enough. Lisa, do better than whatever abomination of that bow was.” Ekaterina Tupincina hissed at them, “We practiced this for weeks!” Thankfully, she stopped when a cameraman came a little bit too close, but they all knew that it would be worse later. It was like a switch in her personality when she later instructed them cheerfully to prepare for the hounds.

Flashes were all around, along with the irritating screaming. How amazing , Yelisaveta thought, just after winning the Grand Prix, we get this monstrosity . Thankfully, Yevgenia shut them up by saying -more like yelling- that they will start if it was quiet. They all looked at Lisa, the de facto leader in the room. But as soon as she raised an eyebrow, the yelling resumed.

“How does it feel to win bronze/silver/gold yet again, Zhenya/Yulka/Lisa!”

“Is true that Tupincina another version of Eteri Tutberidze, but worse!”

“Are the three of you going to continue the Russian domination for figure skating!”

“Why do you think that you qualify for the Olympics in the next two years, Lisa!”

The last question struck a nerve in the said girl. How dare they try to downplay her skating? Everyone knows that she’s been undefeated so far since figure skating has been held tightly by the Russians.

Yelisaveta felt the entire room’s eyes focused solely on her as well as every camera. The weight on her shoulders was back, the judgemental eyes of the reporter who asked the question, the worried look that was surely plastered on Zhenya’s face, and  the concealed look of smugness disguised as indifference from Yulka.

Steeling her emotions for the incoming onslaught that will come later, the gold medalist answered, “Since I’ve been able to compete in competitions, I’ve been winning through all of them. This is because the judges see my skating as the best out of all of the girls, and that is shown by the point values that I received. And because of this, I may qualify for the Olympics when the time comes, but we just have to see if I’m capable for the next two years.” Humbling yourself was the best way to get out of that situation, but behind closed doors, her coach will likely reprimand her for that. As long as she doesn’t humiliate herself in public, then that’s all Yelisaveta needs.

The rest of the interviews were a whirlwind of emotions: sadness, anger, disgust, fear, envy, smugness, the list goes on. At the end of it, the three medalists only wanted to go back to their hotel to finally relax from the pressure and expectations, even for a few hours.

Imagine Alfred joining the War Effort in WW2, just to see Arthur whip out bow and arrow because “It’s stealthier” which, admittedly, it is.

Sorry I’ve been MIA, been busy with school work!

Anyways, here’s Thalia Tilghman and Andrew can Orange-Nassau after an Allied Congress Meeting!

Thalia would say “knock it off, Andy, the sooner we go home, the sooner we get sleep!”

I had inspiration from sully-s!

"I just want you to stay who you are, Victor! You don't have to say anything, just stand by me!"

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