I had no inspiration to write this, but then there was a thunderstorm so I got inspired. I kind of wrote something like this for another one of my fics, even with the same chapter title because I love it so much.


Photo #12: Rain, Rain, Don't Go Away

Eadlyn knew that going into a Selection of her own would be challenging since the one prior to hers resulted into an actual fairytale romance. Her parents were an ongoing flame of true passion, even after the many years of marriage and their four kids. They had little habits that stuck around during their marriage: the ear tugging, the pet names, and their dances. Every single time there was a rain storm, they always found time to dance.

The next photo Eadlyn sees of kind of dark because of the storm clouds above, but it only makes the picture more aesthetically pleasing. It was taken from a window, and Eadlyn sees two silhouettes (which she knows are her parents) dancing on the balcony, with rain pouring above them. Her father stands tall with his arms stretch out, holding her mother's hands in his as she bends back, trusting him to hold her up.

Eadlyn can't see this in the photo, but she knows they're both smiling.

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Maxon charges through the palace halls with the sound of nearby thunder rumbling in the sky. He follows the sound of laughter coming from the Women's Room and pauses right in front of the door. Maxon takes a deep breath before knocking and opening the door just a crack. He peeks his head inside and sees America chatting with other ladies of the palace.

"Pardon me, Ladies," Maxon says with a little bow of the head. "May I take my Queen from you?"

"Why?" America asks with a playful grin on her face. She is very well-aware of the rain outside.

Maxon stretches an arm out towards America and the other ladies gasp. America puts down her teacup and saucer on a tray and faces her husband with her hands on her hips.

"I am here to escort you to a dance," Maxon says to her. "The rain is just impeccable."

America opens her mouth to answer and the sound of thunder fills the room with a couple flashes of lightning.

"The music and lighting are perfect tonight," Maxon adds.

"I shall," America accepts his dance proposal.

America laughs a little to herself as she takes Maxon's hand. He escorts her down the hall and opens the balcony doors for her. America steps out onto the balcony and closes her eyes as the rain hits her face and begins dampening her dress. She turns around and sees Maxon offering his hand again. She accepts and he wraps his other arm around her waist.

"You look beautiful," Maxon tells her as they sway back and forth. "I love your raccoon-like makeup."

America grins as she wipes her running mascara. Maxon looks down at her with a bright smile.

"Raccoon eyes are a new trend," America tells him.

"Oh lord," Maxon huffs. "I'll never understand fashion."

America bursts out laughing as Maxon spins her. He stretches her out before twirling her back into his arms.

Meanwhile, Carter and Marlee walk around the palace. She fidgets with Maxon's camera in her hands, figuring out what all the different buttons do. Maxon usually doesn't like when other people touch or play around with his camera, but Marlee is one of the few exceptions. The two of them pass the balcony and Marlee gasps when she sees America and Maxon dancing in the rain. She doesn't hesitate to snap their photo mid-dance.

"Why don't we do anything romantic like that?" Carter asks her with his crooked smile on his face.

Marlee grins and lightly nudges him.


Marlee is totally the Captain of the Maxon/America ship

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