Jamie

Magdala was filled with energy, jumping around as she got in her white and pink flowy skirt and the white and baby blue top. She struggled a little bit putting on the tiny butterfly wings but managed in the end. Her hair was braided into one long braid down her back and adorned with sparkles. “Mags, you ready” Alfie shouted from the hallway. “coming’” she responded, grabbing her purse and white kitten heels. “Oh my god you look beautiful” Arthur was the first to comment. “Gotta dress for the occasion don’t I” she grinned, bending down to buckle her heels. “Alright” she sighed, pushing a strand of hair out of her face. “I’m ready”

As the group of four walked down the street she was practically buzzing with joy, skipping along the dirty pavement of London. “Someone’s exited” George chuckled softly, nudging Arthur’s arm. “Like a ball of energy” Alfie added. “Oh leave her, this is her piece of home” Arthur spoke softly. “not everyday will someone from her home perform in London”, “True”

Arriving in the lobby, Magdala beelined for the Fanclub stand, greeting all sorts of people before returning to her friends. “Alright, shall we go to our seats” she spoke with the biggest smile, balancing on the back of her heels. “Yea you guys go ahead I’ll get drinks.” George said, heading to the bar “GET ME A FANCUP” Magdala shouted after him “WILL DO” he responded, chuckling to himself.

“Got a proper great view here” Alfie was a little bit astounded as they sat down on the main floor, just two rows away from the stage. “Right?” “I’m so pumped. I haven’t seen them live since I moved.” She grinned from ear to ear. “Can you take a selfie of me in front of the stage” she asked, handing her phone to Arthur. “Smile”, the photo was beautiful, well, Magdala was beautiful. Smile shining like a million stars, outshining all the stage lights, her laugh overshadowing the sound of the music.

Right as George retuned with 4 Cups, the light went out and the intro song started playing and the huge hearth on the ceiling started to light up. People in silver robes came and lit it on fire, a huge explosion making Magdala jump. And there they were, two men appeared on the hearth, “Hello London”

Magdala was smiling so much, her cheeks hurt by the time the third illusion started “Now, I’m gonna need someone to test these chains. here, you look like you know your way around chains” The magician came towards the 4 friends, pointing the long, bedazzled mic at Arthur, “Here sir can you assure me that these chains are 100% real and strong and will not let my brother escape” he said handing the chains to Arthur. He pulled on them and tested the lock as told “They seem real to me” he replied, handing the chains back to the man. While the magician left them to get on stage again Arthur looked to his right to see Magdala grinning from ear to ear. “Whats got you smiling so much” Arthur whispered “nothing, just really happy” she whispered back.

The death angel illusion had everyone going trough so many emotions. Magdala simply grinned trough everything, even during the height of the illusion where one was without legs while the other had 4.

Break came fast and Magdala bolted for the front. Somehow she managed to get a photo with both brothers. How it happened was a silly story. She stood at the very front right by the stage when the younger one spotted her.

“What are you dressed as” Chris asked surprised “Ich bin ein Schmetterling” [im a butterfly] she shouted, grinning and lightly jumping up and down. “Ein Schmetterling.”[A butterfly?] he shouted surprised. “Alles selbst gemacht. Ich hab euch auch Flügel gemacht” [all hand-made. i also made wings for you two] she said, grinning from ear to ear. “Na das much ich mir jetzt mal am schauen, komm hoch” [well i gotta see that, cone up on stage] the older one, Andreas, said, giving Magdala a helping hand as she walked up the stairs. She did a little giddy spin, showing off her entire outfit.

A different, younger guy, about her age, came with a camera. “Kann das in den your vlog” [can this go into the tour vlog] the camera man asked and she nodded, doing a spin for the camera. She then handed them their own little wings, both customised to fit their style, one dark with studs for Andreas and one colourful with lots of glitter for Chris. They took a photo with her quickly and back off the stage she was, making space for the other fans and little kids.

“What are you grinning so much” Arthur asked, returning from the toilet “I was on stage” Magdala squeaked and showed him the photo.

The second half started and Magdala’s eyes were glued to the stage again. Somehow this felt quicker and in no time the show was over. Oh her way home Magdala posted the photo.

𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒂

─── ⋆⋅☆ Her Periode had started. With an exhausted expression she shuffled out of the bathroom. Beelining for her bed. “What got you in a mood” Will asked, eyeing her in the hallway before checking his calendar. “Oh— wait you’re early. It ain’t supposed to be for another two days” he said. “Alright we’ll, you go to the sofa or your bed. I’ll pop to the store. Alright maggot?” His kindness and knowledge of her warmed something in her. “Sounds good” she mumbled, shuffling to her room and falling back into her bed where she cuddled up in her sheets.

Just about 20 minutes later she heard the front door unlock again. Quickly after that Will came in, heating pad and food in hand. “Here, made you some apple, there’s your bin, I know you’ve not been eating well so just in case and here’s the heating pad.” He smiled soft. It warmed her heart and with emotions running high all she could do was cry. “Oh maggot.” He chuckled softly, pulling her into a hug. The duo got comfortable and watched a movie together till Magdala felt exponentially worse.

“Bin” she choked out before throwing up into the container. After she finished he handed her the water, brushing her hair out of her face. “Aw man that was my lunch” she laughed softly, staring at her pasta. “Eww maggot” Will got up to throw away the liquid before cuddling back up with her until she eventually fell asleep ☆⋅⋆ ───

𝑨𝒍𝒇𝒂

─── ⋆⋅☆ Shit was bad. She lay curled up on the fellas set. Were about to film a new podcast ep but now she was just a pain ridden mess after having discovered her period came. Which was good, after all she was already a week late but still. “Anything g we can do” chip asked. “Sabina always wants cuddles and a heating pad” he said, attempting to be helpful. “I think that’s the only way I’ll get trough this” she grunted. Quickly after he returned with a heating pad and some tea.

The episode was filmed finally, though Alfa had her head in chips lap the entire time. All while he combed his hand through her hair, comfortingly playing with the brown strands. Just like he always does with his fiancée. He knew it worked so why change the tactic. It may seem weird to outsiders, though most knew chip loved Alfa like a niece and when she needed comfort he was here to give it. ☆⋅⋆ ───

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂

─── ⋆⋅☆ It was another normal day in the office. However, something was up with Chris. She hung in her chair, expression filled with an uncomfortable look. “Whats wrong” Willow asked, laying flat on the ground. After having been bored she came over to annoy Chris. “I got my Periode this morning and feel like I’m dying” she murmured, holding her stomach. “Then go home ya daft girl. What are ya doing here.” Willow yapped on. “Go, hush hush. Or I’ll kick ya out.” Christina sighed and pushed herself out of the chair, gathering all her strength to get up. “Come I’ll get ya to ya girlfriends home” Willow sighed, picking the short Christina off the ground, carrying the exhausted woman to the car.

“Delivery, one menstruating Chris” she shouts into the house, dropping Chris onto the sofa. “I gotta run back, see ya” willow shouts and is gone like that. Right that minute Arthette walks down. “Whats with periods?” She asked confused “oh wait it’s your turn” she remembered, looking at the shared calendar. “Alright I’ll shoo Georgie off to the store and get a hot water bottle ready”

That evening was spend with many cuddles and soppy romance films and an unhealthy amount of chocolate but Chris was happy. She was in pain, but surrounded by the women she called her best friends, head in Arthette’s lap and legs sprawled out over Georgie's. ☆⋅⋆ ───

𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘

─── ⋆⋅☆ Willow was supposed to film a video with Jamie today. Another one of trying out cheap tat from temu. Jamie even travelled up all the way from Brighton just to end up with Willow on the sofa, cuddled up in a ball cause she got her Periode mid way through filming and almost had a seizure. Periods were always a difficult thing to manage, which was why she was never alone during them. She didn’t want to be. Normally she’d have Aby over, however the producer was on her honeymoon. Alas Jamie decided to stay.

Her calloused hand carefully threaded trough the brown hair of the woman in her lap, clutching a water bottle for dear life. Willow was asleep and finally had a peaceful expression on her face. After having had a with pain contorted face the entire day. At some point Jamie got up and made tea after willow awoke. That day was spend with lots of cuddles, kisses and F1 ☆⋅⋆ ───

𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒆

─── ⋆⋅☆ Jamie returned from the bathroom, looking tired. “You got your period didn't ya?” Willow said. She clocked such a simple shift in Jamie’s demeanour in no time. She knew the woman front to back, knew every crevice of her and what buttons to press. If one needed a how to Jamie handbook she could be the author. “Yep” she nodded defeated. “But it’s fine, I should be good” she replied. They did manage to film a few videos before Jamie became to tired. Pain was never her issue, it was the exhaustion. Periods made her so tired so quickly. “Come on love, let’s get ya home” willow spoke softly, helping the taller woman up.

── .✦ Magdala was stood in the kitchen, a soft tune coming from her phone while she was cutting an apple. Her eyes wandered from the knife to the window and there it happened, the knife slipped and dug just a tiny bit into her finger. “Ow” she cried out, tears welling in her eyes. Arthur came sprinting around the corner, seeing his love with tears threatening to spill and a small amount of blood drop from her finger. “oh love” he whispered, taking her finger and leading her to the sink to rinse it off before putting a plaster on it. A soft sob escaped from her throat. “Oh sweetheart what’s wrong, it’s all fine now” he spoke softly, holding her injured finger in one hand while cupping her face with the other. “You take such good care of me, i don’t deserve you” the words came out broken and with salts tears rolling down her reddish soft cheeks. “it’s all good my dear” he mumbled, placing his chin on her head and placing a soft kiss on her hair.

── .✦ One night they lay with each other in bed. Magdala’s head comfortably placed on his bare chest. He had a philosophy book leaned against the back of her head while she was watching TikTok. He felt something cold and wet drip onto his chest, heard soft sobs from Magdala. “Baby?” he asked into the dark of the night with care “I’m not crying” she choked out, a sniffle following. “Oh Darling what was it now” he asked, laughing softly while pulling her up. “Look at this puppy. i had an identical one as a child. I miss him” she cried out. “Oh my poor angel” he whispered into her hair as he pulled her in. Soft sobs escaped her. Slowly they became less ,till she went quiet and fell asleep.