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Lord of the Rings fanart! I watched for the first time recently and loved it

[EDIT: Thanks for the love on this! Prints of this are also available on my shop for those interested!]

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Hello Baby Can You Come Over

This is another Harry Lewis one, I think I wrote this after Ring RIng.

It uses the same name for the original character (Aurora) but I think I wrote her to be more of a person rather than the empty husk of the last one (this is moreso due to not having spent enough time developing the story) shes an overworked software engineer. The story was meant to unravel with her slowly learning to let loose, relax and be herself again. I don’t think I had romance at the front of this story when I thought of it, it was more so Aurora developing into herself and finding Harry on the way, if that makes sense?

Original female character x Harry Lewis

Tired bleary eyes behind silver framed rims stared back at her from the mirror. Aurora had just gotten out of the shower, the steam from the hot water fogging up the glass as she stepped out onto the cold tile floor. She quickly got dressed in her favorite tan joggers and a well-worn white crop top, pulling on a brown massive zip-up hoodie that was a size too big and hung in a way that made her look like a child in her father’s clothes. She brushed her fingers through her hair, taming the wild locks into submission with a clip, then slipping on a pair of bright red headphones to hold down any baby hairs that may have escaped, and slipped on her white trainers.

Making her way out of her room, she caught her eye on the full body mirror by door. Aurora barely recognized the reflection staring back at her - she looked like she hadn't slept in days and her clothes were frayed and worn, a far cry from the put-together woman she used to be. The comments her family, friends and co-workers made about her appearance didn’t really sink in until now.

Shaking her head, Aurora grabbed her keys and headed out into the bustling streets of London. She lived in a small, shared apartment on the outskirts of Central London, close enough to the action to be convenient but far enough away to avoid the crowds. As she walked, Aurora thought about her current predicament. She rarely went out anymore, spending most of her time holed up in her flat, working from home and saving her money. The days all blended together, forming a tangled ball of yarn that she couldn't seem to unravel. But today was different - Aurora had recently finished a big project so she took the rest of Friday off from work and she was determined to enjoy it.

Before she left the flat, she turned off her work laptop with the intention of heading out for some unhealthy food. Aurora was thankful that the company she was working for allowed you take off sometime during a workday if you’ve been working a lot. Who knew being one of the three senior developers in a small company would mean that you would have no more free time?

Aurora checked her phone for texts from her friends and started to reply to them methodically. Most were generic ‘How are you’ or ‘How's work going’ texts that she answered quickly. Looking up from her phone to the McDonald's she sighed displeased. There was a long queue leading out to the street. She joined behind a family of four and continued to text her friends. A new notification popped up at the top of her screen, it was a message from her friend Kon:

Are you free now? And will be free for the next three hours or so?

Aurora looked at it, then to the line in front of her that hadn’t moved in the last five minutes and replied:

Yes

Y?

What up?

We are one woman down, can you come down to film?

I’m waiting in line 4 maccies

I will buy you food

I’m not wearing seeing people clothes, I’m in joggers n oversized hoodie

The lads won’t care, some will find it hot I bet you

What lads r u on abt?

My bosses

U want me to be in the same video as ur bosses? U know how sus tht sounds man?

Not everyone is as dirty minded as you Rory

Aurora stared at the screen, then looked up again to the line. A soft ping from her phone made her look at Kon’s message again:

If you get here in the next 20 min, I will buy you sushi

I’ll get all your favourites plus throw in mochi

Aight. Bet. Whats ya addy

Aurora left the queue to flag down a taxi, getting another soft ping. It was the address. She climbed into the back of the taxi and showed him the address, “Can you get me here in under twenty minutes?” Aurora asked the driver.

She nodded, “I can get you there in half the time, honey.” Aurora let out a small yes, sat back and put on the belt. The two ladies talked on the way there, Aurora managed to learn that her driver was named Becca, forty-years old. She had four other siblings, and her eldest brother owned a bakery and café a few blocks from her house and told Aurora to go if she was interested.

Becca pulled up to a two-story bricked building with lots of cars parked outside. Aurora texted Kon she was outside and took out her wallet, “How much?”

“It’ll be fifteen pounds, love.” Aurora took out a twenty and handed it to Becca and started to get out the taxi. “Wait for your change, honey, I owe you five.”

Aurora paused, half her foot out the car and replied “Becca, you got me here in seven minutes. That five is a thank you for letting me get something from my friend. Please, keep it.” Becca smiled and said thank you. Aurora left the car, closed the door, waved once and the walked to what she thought to be the entrance.

She was proven right when the door opened and Kon stepped through, waving at her. “Hey, thanks for coming in such short notice. Really quickly too. And don’t worry, I ordered the sushi already. Figured you’d be hungry. When did you last eat?” they hugged and stepped into the warm studio. Aurora looked around the room seeing lots of women sitting on the sofa, a tall bar, four barstools, a coffee bar and what she thinks are employees like Kon doing their jobs.

“Does coffee two hours ago count?”

“No. Of course not, Rory.”

“Then lunch yesterday.” Kon sighed and dragged us to the coffee station.

“Fuck sake Rory.” He reaches under the coffee station, rummages through something, pulls it out and hands it to Rory. Aurora looked at it, it was a protein bar, she opened it. He then took out the pot with the brewed coffee and placed it inside one of the mugs, handing it to her when he finished, “Is it your job again?” Aurora nodded, stuffing half the bar into her mouth and biting it. She finished chewing, swallowed and drank a gulp of the lukewarm coffee.

“Yea, I’ve been working a lot of overtime the past week. I’ve finally programmed it to be put into production and sent off to the testers. Because I’ve done so much overtime, I can basically take half days for the next two weeks, and they can’t complain about it.”

“You really need to find a new job, Rory. That or stay in this job, but stop letting them push you around so much.” Kon looked like he was going to start ranting, so Aurora interrupted him.

“I know, I know. Trust me, I’ve started looking. I’ve even been to some interviews already. I’ll quit when I definitely get a job that I like.” he looked ready to ask more, but she barrelled on, “Now, tell me what I signed myself up for.”

Kon nodded and led her to the bar, and they pulled out the stools and sat, “So basically it's tinder in real life for a YouTube video.” Aurora choked on the rest of the protein bar, she coughed, took the coffee and drank it, washing down the bar.

“Kon, you gotta tell me these things before, man. I look horrible.”

He rolled his eyes, “Shut up you look fine. Anyways, you need to walk up to those stairs, go stand by the feet, face the camera introduce yourself and where you’re from, and then decide yes or no on the guys depending on what they say to you. At the end of it, you need to tell them why you said no. You’d be the last one up there, so I’m sure you can listen in if it will make you feel less nervous.”

Aurora nodded. “Cool, can I give a reply to what they tell me? Make a little conversation and the like, or just send them off?”

"You can do whatever you want, Rory. Just keep in mind, some of these lads have a girlfriend." he said. Aurora looked at him puzzled, "The fuck they doin this for then?"

Kon shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Content. The fans demand it. Or for the craic, as you say. Take your pick." His phone chimed, and he glanced down at it before looking back up at Aurora. "Sushi's here, I'll grab it, and then we can chat a bit more before I have to head back upstairs. I stepped out to get you, and I can't go back in until the girl up there is finished." Aurora watched as Kon walked out the door to retrieve the sushi. Her mind was filled with doubts about the upcoming shoot. She had always been there for Kon, mostly providing online support because of her busy schedule, and creating websites for him when he asked. She was scared, if she was being honest. Aurora knew that if she wasn't so tired and hungry, she would be quaking in her boots and sprinting out the door. But in her current state, she felt untouchable. Maybe she should have more coffee to wake up a bit more. She didn't want to say something on camera that would make her look foolish. The sound of a paper bag being placed on the table brought her attention back to Kon. "Are you alright there? You seemed deep in thought," Kon asked, concern etched on his face.

She thanked him for the food, pulling it out and laying it in front of them, took one of the chopsticks and passed the other one to him. She waited for him to take it before replying, “I’ll be honest with you Kon, I have slept a total of six hours since Monday.” she looked at him, and she wondered what he saw, if the exhaustion she felt reflected on her face.

“You already know what I will say.” Aurora did, she’s lost count of the amount of times they have had this conversation. Sometimes she thinks that is the reason they don’t meet up in person any more, they would end in uncomfortable silence. She missed their childhood, it seemed easier then. “So I will keep this short, please go home after this Aurora.” He used her full name, he was being serious, “Don’t do anything. Not even housework, just sleep.” Aurora nodded, feeling chided.

“Hand on heart Kon,” she placed her hand on her heart, “I will do just that.” They ate in silence for a beat before she spoke up quietly “Thanks Kon, I mean it honestly. We should catch up soon. Properly this time. How’s tomorrow evening sound?”

Kon hummed and held up a finger, chewing and swallowing the bite of nigiri he was eating, then answering, “I said I would be drinking with the lads and their missus, but I can ask if you can tag along.”

Aurora shook her head “Are you mad? I can’t come uninvited.” Kon rolled his eyes and replied “Don’t be dramatic Rory, I just invited you.” she sputtered trying to come up with a reply when a girl walked down the stairs, Kon stood up, took one more nigiri and said “Alright, see you up there. You got it, Rory.” With one last pat on her shoulder, he walked off and up the stairs. Aurora stared at the stairs where he disappeared, mouth gaped, she had more questions. Closing her mouth, she faces the platter again, unlocks her phone and start up some music again. Hard bass start up, enough to distract her from where she is but still be able to hear if someone called her up.

Swiping on her phone, Aurora continued to eat the sushi while trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of being stared at. The next hour or so passed like that, she heard the team beckon the girls upstairs. As more names are called she felt more relaxed, she finished the meal a while ago and cleaned up after herself. Placing all the rubbish in the bag it came in and threw it in a bin provided, she even ate one of the matcha mochi Kon surprisingly bought her. She decided to keep the other in her hoodie pocket to give to Kon after the shoot. It was tradition to split dessert with who ever bought it. Aurora stared blankly at her phone not really paying attention to it, she was more hyper aware of the staircase and the women that were there but have long gone, having left the building after their shot.

“Oi Rory, get up here.” Kon’s voice came from the stairs. Snapping to attention, she took a deep breath, and walked to the stairs. On the way there, she slipped her phone into her pocket, turned down her music and tucked her headphones around her neck, making sure to pull out any hair that was trapped under it. It felt like she blinked, and she was almost on the top of the stairs, she could just about see the mark she was meant to stand on, several people and lots of equipment. “Hello.” she said.

“That’s your Rory?” She tried not to focus on the lads lining up where she would stand along. She especially didn’t want to think of the hush that followed, then murmuring that she couldn’t understand fully due to the blood pumping around her ears.

Aurora fiddled with the rings on her hands as she walked up to the spot on the floor, spotting Kon by one of the cameras adjacent to her. He waved, pointing to the camera closest to him, and mouthed ‘This one’ to her. Aurora let out a small relieved smile, took a calming breath, hoped that her voice didn’t betray how nervous she really felt.

“Hi everyone,” she waved “I’m Aurora, but you can call me Rory, twenty-three, and I live in London.” she then faced the—she counted quickly in her head, ten lads in front of her. “Evening lads, how’s everyone today?”

Someone towards the back piped up, she didn’t really see who it was that said “Fantastic. Thank you for asking, starting to get really hungry though, not gonna lie. Only one other person asked you know. Bit rude.” the man was ignored by the surrounding lads.

Aurora, still fiddling with the rings on her hands smiled at the guy in front of her, he was taller than her, dark skinned, notably wore a white hoodie, and a black bandana. She waited for him to say a pickup line like Kon said but when he opened his mouth and said “I’m KSI.” with his arms spread wide, she was confused. She heard the lads and especially Kon laugh up-roaringly.

“Um,” Aurora pushed up her glasses, “sorry, I thought I was supposed to hear a pickup line.” the man in-front of her stared open-mouthed. A short man pushed his head to the side to peak at her and said “Wait do you not know who he is?” she shook her head and replied “Not a clue, sorry.”

KSI turned to Kon and yelled, “What the fuck man? What did you tell her?” a ginger man with glasses pipped up and said, “Fuck all, apparently.” then he let out a loud infectious laughter that soon everyone was laughing along. Aurora couldn’t help but join in, she had no clue what exactly they found funny, but she was sleep-deprived enough to not care.

“Alright, sorry. Let’s try that again. I’m JJ, twenty seven years old and do you like sleep?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.”

“What a coincidence, I do too.” a wide smirk stretched across his face “We should sleep together.”

Aurora hummed “Lovely line, but no.” she swiped, pointing to the big white glowing sign that said no.

“What why not?” He sounded angry but didn’t look it, walking slowly to the no. “You said you like sleep.”

“I love sleep, I really do. But does it look like I’ve had much of it recently?” She took one hand pointed and pointed to her face, more specifically under her eyes, “I’ve had a total six glorious hours of sleep since Monday.”

He whipped back around shocked, “Damn bitch, get some sleep.”

Aurora can’t imagine how deranged she looks when the noise that came out of her mouth plus the “I’m trying.” she focused on the next man in line, he was shorter than JJ and gave off a boyish smile “Hi I’m Vik, twenty five and, uh I wrote a poem for you. Would you like to hear it?” she nodded. “Roses are red, violets are blue. I’ve got a knife, get in the back of the van.” She laughed, the type you would let out when you are too shocked to do anything else. Looking around the room, she saw that many others were also reacting with shocked laughter. It was clear that the joke had caught everyone by surprise, and they were all struggling to process what they had just heard. An unknown man voiced out “What the fuck Vik?” from the line.

“Uh,” Aurora started, hand raising like she was asking a teacher in school a question, “is there an answer where I won’t get stabbed or trafficked?” the group erupted into fits of giggles and guffaws. Some people doubled over, clutching their sides as they laughed uncontrollably. “I’ll just walk to no for you.” Vik walked over to the no side as he talked.

Aurora looked at the next man in line, the notable thing about him was he was tall and had a beard. “Hi I’m Josh, and I’m twenty eight.” she waved at him “Do you like sharks because I've got a megla-dong.” Booing started up from the surrounding lads, JJ from the side started yelling about not being original. And the ginger man she heard yell at Kon earlier started to yell “Come up with your own fucking joke Zerka.”

She waited for them to calm down before asking him “Do you want to go again or?” she dragged out the ‘r’ and she shook his head and walked to no. “Wow cool.” Another tall boy walked up to her, this time the notable thing about him was his lanky figure and a black bomber jacket.

“I’m Simon, I’m twenty eight and I gotta say the only thing I hate about Spotify is not adding you in this week's hottest single.” Aurora gasped, hand clutched over her heart “Gah that was so cute.” she swiped yes “Go, go, go!” Simon walked off, first to the yes side, a smug smile was sent over to the three over at no.

I focused once again on the guy in front of me, this time the most notable thing of the guy was his durag and a kind smile “Hi I’m Chunks, twenty four and I have to say, if I had a flower for every time I think of you, I could walk in my garden forever.” a gooey smile broke through Aurora’s face “Awww, thank you Chunks.” she pointed to the yes side, and they all celebrated “That’s all of them!” Chunks yelled, while doing a little dance to the yes, “You lot need to get on my level.” Simon was waiting with his hand out, ready for a high five, Chunks raised his hands, and they met in the middle with a loud slap.

“I’m Tobi, I’m twenty seven and I just have one question,” she motioned for him to go on, “apple or orange juice?” The lads started going on again about re-using the same line “Listen lads I’m starving, sorry if I can’t think of original material.”

“Apple.” Aurora answered and asked him “Why?” he didn’t say anything, he just gave her a happy nod and walked to the yes side. She watched perplexed but let him be.

“You just gonna let him go?” it was the ginger man’s turn now, and he didn’t look too happy with her decision of letting him go, she shrugged and said “He took charge and made his own choice. I respect that.” he smirked and started to walk to yes “No,” He stopped, “Tobi at least introduced himself and gave something. You need to try too.”

He rolled his eyes, walked back and said “Names Ethan, I’m twenty five and I’m feeling a little peckish, you got any almonds?” Aurora shook her head, “No? Well how about a date?” Aurora gasped again, “Damn that was one smooth line you know. Yes.” He jogged to the other two and gave them both high-fives. He then faced the people on the no side and threw up, what Aurora assumed to be gang signs and gloated being on the yes.

A really tall man walked up next and said “Hi I’m Harry Pinero, HP, I’m twenty nine.” He pulls his left arm to his chest and pushed back his sleeve, “My watch tells me things about other people and it says you’re not wearing any panties.” he tapped his wrist, notably having no watch, making Aurora laugh “Sorry to say Harry, but it’s wrong I am.” he nodded slowly “Hm, must be fast.” he then pretended to adjust his watch. He then looked up slowly and raised a brow. A slow smile spread on Aurora’s face and she let out a laugh, “Yes, the non existent prop is hilarious.” He laughed, thanked her and walked smugly to the other lads.

Aurora watched amused, only two people were left now, a short man and a blonde man. “Hi I’m Filly, twenty five and I just have to say, eres tan hermosa que me dejas sin palabras.” The lads around him complained about the Spanish, but Aurora replied “Me halagas, gracias, era lindo pero aburrido. ¿Pero qué habrías hecho si no supiera español?” He gasped, a delighted smile stretched across his face “Sí, puedo hablar y entenderlo.”

“¿Cuánto tiempo? ¿Cómo lo aprendiste?”

“Un año, lo aprendí porque estaba aburrido.”

“Pensé que eras español, ya sabes. ¿De dónde eres?”

“No lo soy, soy mixto, filipino y desconocido.”

“Y no creas que pasé por alto esa parte de que fuera aburrido. Me gustaría ver que lo hagas mejor.”

Aurora smirked, mind running trying to think of something good, “Está bien, esperaba escuchar algo así.” She then looked him in the eyes then said “Si fuéramos marcas, yo sería Nike y tú serías McDonald's, porque yo lo haría y tú lo adorarías.“

She could tell he shocked Filly with her pick-up line, his mouth was gape, and he stared at her in surprise. After a beat of silence, he let out a burst of surprised laughter. "I can't believe you just said that." he said, trying to catch his breath after laughing so hard.

“We’re gonna need a translation, lad.” The man behind Filly said, “Don’t worry to the viewers at home though because there will be subtitles.”

“I gave her a cheesy line, she said what I would have done if she didn’t know Spanish, then she said she could do better and said one of the most outrageous shit. I didn’t expect it out of her. I don’t know why Kon wanted us to be nice when she can say shit like that.”

“What did she say?” Ethan asked. Filly turned to me, looked me up and down and gave me a judgemental look that’s obviously fake then said “Go on, say that filthy thing.” Aurora shrugged and said “Ok, I told him if we were brands I'd be Nike, you'd be McDonald's cuz I'd be doing it, and you'd be loving it.”

Laugher rang through the studio, though the man behind Filly spoke up “Ah that’s not too bad.” Aurora nodded, snapped and pointed at him “YES! He’s correct, I could have gone the second route, which was to say are you treasure? Cuz I'd love to hunt you down and share you between my men.” The laughter stopped. There was a shocked silence in the studio. The sound of someone’s breathy laughter echoed through the empty room, breaking the silence. It was like a domino effect, everyone was laughing along as well. Despite the initial shock, the laughter continued to build as they all tried to make sense of the situation. It was a mix of amusement and disbelief, and it felt like the room was buzzing with excitement. As the laughter subsided, she couldn't help but shake her head in amazement. It was unexpected, she didn’t think they would find her joke that funny. 

“Oh, before I forget, it's a yes for you. Gracias por hablar conmigo.” Filly celebrated while walking off to the yes. Something along the lines of finally getting on yes while JJ is on the no.

The blonde man behind Filly stepped up. He looked nervous, “Hi, I’m Harry. I’m twenty seven,” he paused, Aurora could see the internal struggle reflecting on his face. Harry fidgeted with his hands and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly nervous about telling the pick-up line. When he finally spoke, “Are you a bowl of milk? Cuz I'd like to put you on the floor and lap that shit up.” He kept going, his eyes locked on Aurora's as he delivered the line.

Aurora's eyes widened in shock. For a moment, she couldn't believe what she had heard. But then, to her surprise, she found herself laughing. "I can't believe you just said that," she said, still giggling, "but it was actually good." she pointed to the yes, he stared at her in shock. The other people in the studio started to laugh from the sheer surprise that Aurora hadn't been offended by it.

“No to Vik because I am scared to be trafficked,” said man nodded and said, “Fair enough.” Aurora continued, “Josh is a no because he apparently re-used a pick-up line and willingly walked to no. And no to JJ because you rubbed in what I couldn’t have.”

“That’s fair yea.” JJ nodded and the surrounding two agreed.

Aurora zoned out for a bit, standing there as the lads celebrated the end of the video. She started to focus again when she saw Kon walk towards her “Hey, thanks again for this.” she waved one hand to say it's not a bother, and with the other she reached into her pocket and pulled out the mochi, “Don’t worry, it was fun. Got to leave the flat and free food. Here’s your half, by the way.” and placed it into his hand.

“So what will you be up to after this? Can I tempt you with more food?” She shook her head and took out her phone and started to book an Uber to take her back to her flat “Thanks for the offer Kon, but I’m heading back to the flat and just crashing. I’m beat.” he nodded and shrugged, “That’s fair, see you tomorrow then.” Aurora looked at her phone, the Uber won’t get there for another ten minutes, “Is there anything I can do to help before I go? I don’t mind giving a hand.” she offered.

Kon shook his head and waved her off. "No, no, that's okay. We've got it covered. You just go home and get some rest. You need it," he said, grinning. Aurora nodded and rolled her eyes at his jab, she couldn’t help but smile softly, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over her. "Okay, thanks, Kon. I'll see you soon," she said, before turning to walk down the stairs to wait for her Uber.

But before she could take another step, her friend Kon stopped her. "Where are you going?" he asked, sounding confused. Aurora turned to face him, feeling confused at his confusion. "I'm going to wait for my Uber outside. It's on its way, and I don't want to miss it," she replied, her tone as confused as she felt.

Kon's eyes narrowed and he raised a very judgemental brow. "You're going to wait outside? In this cold? Are you mad?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief. Aurora blinked at him "I'm not crazy, Kon. I don’t want to be in anyone’s way and miss my ride." she said as if it was obvious.

Kon shook his head. "You're being stupid, Aurora. You’re not in anyone’s way. Plus, you're going to freeze out there. Come on, wait downstairs where it's warm," he said, taking her arm and steering her towards the stairs. Aurora followed him without complaint as they walked down the stairs. As she settled onto the couch in the lobby while watching him walk back up to the chaotic top floor, she couldn't help but feel happy with her choice of friend. “Text me when you get back to the flat right.”

“Will do boss.” She called up the stairs. Sitting on the couch made Aurora aware of how exhausted she felt. Her mind felt like a deep fog settled and she was pretty sure she hadn’t blinked until her phone vibrated signalling her Uber has arrived. She walked out of the studio and settled into the backseat of the car, feeling grateful to finally be on her way to the flat.

As the Uber made its way through the city, Aurora found herself drifting in and out of consciousness. She was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. She tried to focus on the passing buildings and street signs, but it was all a blur. She felt like she blinked and suddenly the car was pulling up outside her flat.

Aurora thanked the driver and stumbled out of the car to make her way inside her flat. She fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock the door. Finally, she managed to get it open and walked inside. She took off her shoes, slipped her feet into a pair of slippers, and made sure the front door was locked and bolted before walking to her bedroom. She collapsed onto her bed, barely managing to text her friend to let her know she was home before falling into a deep sleep.

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Translation (as provided by Google Translate)

You are so beautiful that you leave me speechless. → Eres tan hermosa que me dejas sin palabras. 

That was cute, bit boring but cute. But what happened if I didn't know Spanish? → Eso era lindo, un poco aburrido pero lindo. Pero ¿qué pasaría si no supiera español?

You can speak Spanish? → ¿Puedes hablar Espahish?

Yes, I can speak and understand it. → Sí, puedo hablar y entenderlo.

How long? How did you learn? → ¿Cuánto tiempo? ¿Cómo lo aprendiste?

A year, picked it up because I was bored. → Un año, lo aprendí porque estaba aburrido.

I thought you were Spanish you know. Where are you from? → Pensé que eras español, ya sabes. ¿De dónde eres?

I'm not I'm mixed, Filipina and unkown. → No lo soy, soy mixto, filipino y desconocido.

And don't think I missed that part about it being boring. I'd like to see you do better. → Y no creas que pasé por alto esa parte de que fuera aburrido. Me gustaría ver que lo hagas mejor.

Alright, I was expecting to hear something like this. → Está bien, esperaba escuchar algo así.

If we were brands I'd be Nike, you'd be McDonald's cuz I'd be doing it and you'd be loving it → Si fuéramos marcas, yo sería Nike y tú serías McDonald's, porque yo lo haría y tú lo adorarías

I didn't know how to progress from this. I had originally written something that followed Aurora meeting the full gang in a restaurant the day after, but I have no idea what to do after it, and I just stopped.

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howdy pardner

since a lot of yall liked the idea of cowboy nightwing

throws these out for good measure

freaky wip photo

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Hard to Forget

I started to write this when I was super into Shadow and Bone (and Kaz) but I stopped because I got distracted by either another show or the regular day to day life.

This is kinda a Female Harry Potter x Kaz Brekker, thouh I don't think the way I had written Female Harry (Rosa) in this really fit. Rosa gets taken form her universe to a different one and sort of causes havoc for those around her.

To say that Rosa was confused would be an understatement. If you asked her what happened, she could answer that easily. But explaining how it got her here and why exactly it happened, well - she has no idea.

She was with her friends, their schedules all finally lined up and they had time to catch up. They chose to visit Cornwall, a simple portkey cut the travel down to seconds and Rosa had brought her mole skin pouch that carried all her belongings and snacks for the beach side picnic. She’d been walking on the shore with her shoes and socks tucked away into her pouch, chatting with her friends when she’d felt a cold, bony hand wrap around her ankle. Rosa remembered gasping in shock and being dragged to the ground when the hand gave a harsh tug, she’d fallen on her stomach and desperately grabbed onto her friends.

She’d felt more hands tugging at her, pulling at her ankles, calves, clothes. The water was cool, but the hands, felt ice cold. She’d felt them claw at her, ripping into her clothes and skin, when she’d gotten out she’d worry about getting an infection. But at that moment, the most thing she felt was annoyance. She’d gotten so far and these things are trying to take her away? No thank you. So she struggled, each of her arms were held by her friends as they called out to her. Told her to hold on, she’d get out. Now looking back, they promises that were hard to keep.

With each thing her friends said, the further she fell from their grasp. It was like what ever had been pulling at her could understand what her friends were saying and to prove them wrong, would drag her further into the cold sea. She didn’t know what they wanted then, and she doubts she would find out what they want now, they are long gone. But as she’s forcefully yanked out of her friends grasp, that this maybe what they want. Rosa remembered being yanked into the depths, her hands scrambling for something to hold onto, cuts adorned her hands from scraping along coral and the ocean floor.

She also remembered feeling sick to her stomach as she was dragged, along with the rising pressure in her head and ears. This built up to the point where she was sure her head would pop open when the pressure disappeared. Soon she stopped being dragged, and she felt the hands let go of her, she opened her eyes and tried to push past the dizzying feeling and tried to focus. The waters were dark and cold, but she could see just enough to make out the pale white flesh and bones of the zombie-like corpses she now knew dragged her down. Her blood darkening the water slightly. Rosa was frozen, the corpses reminded her very much of her fourth year, it felt like they were coming back to finish the job.

A hand tugged at her right ankle again, an involuntary gasp left her lips, and she coughed and choked on the salty water she took in unintentionally. But the touch spurred her into action, she looked down and kicked at the hand around her ankle. Once it let up, she started to swim to the surface, but was startled again when another corpse blocked her way to salvation. Letting out more precious oxygen, she thought desperately what she could do, she was surrounded on both sides, but she didn’t want to die. Not now.

She remembered the second task, being in the same position as this one, and screamed “Ascendio.” after a moment of hesitation. Her fear of getting her wand snapped be dammed, she feared the inferi more. Her body lurched harshly as she’s propelled to the surface, past the inferi who grasped at where she once was, into the air. She flew out of the water and into the air, then landed back into the waves. She swam up and paddled her body above the waves, gasping air greedily to her starved lungs. She looked around in confusion at the large boats and lanterns in the distance. Where were her friends?

Diving out of the way of an on coming boat, she looked for a dock or something the like that would allow her to get on land and get away from the waves that crashed on top of her head. There, to her right, was a small unoccupied dock. She swam towards it, taking in the city. It reminded her of London in the past, the tall, tightly packed buildings that emitted smoke that caused the buildings and streets to darken. The smoke covered the moon and sky, preventing her to look for the North star or another familiar constellations.

While swimming there, she didn’t know what exactly caused her to check the stars, but something in her gut had told her she isn’t home. With the past seventeen years of her life, she’s learnt to trust her gut.

Pushing her shaking arms and legs, she climbed the dock. Not risking sitting down first, she moved away from the dock and walked towards the guarded gates that would lead her into the city. She made sure to cast a disillusionment charm along with a confounds charm on the guards as an extra precaution. Slipping in she looked around for a random, unoccupied alley, slipping into the shadows after making sure no one was around.

Rosa quickly cast a disillusion charm and warded off the area to prevent anyone from wishing her harm any entry. Once she’d done that, she breathed a little easier. Drying herself off using a heating charm, she felt her pixie length hair curl and poof up even more. Rosa is sure if she summed a mirror or transfigured one, she would look like a raven haired pigmy puff. A comparison Ginny would make many times when she got Arnold. Reaching into her mole skin pouch, she pulled out something she didn’t think she’d need to use again.

The tan tent had been well-used when they were hunting for horcruxes, and setting it up brought back memories. If Mrs Weasley could see her now, she’d hounded Rosa to rid of the tent. Saying she won’t need it any more. Rosa is pleased that her paranoia had paid off once again.

Shaking her head, Rosa placed her wand in the palm of her hand and spoke with a raspy voice, “Point me Burrow.” her wand spun in her hand. After a few seconds, it continued to spin, not stopping to point North, East, South, or West. Swallowing uncomfortably, she pushed through the growing pit in her stomach. Grasping her wand still, she laid it flat on her palm and tried again, “Point me Grimmauld Place.” it spun wildly in her palm once more.

Maybe she was far, and she needed to make it more general? “Point me England.” It spun wildly.

“Point me Ireland.”

“Point me America.”

“Point me Africa.”

“Point me Australia.”

With each erratic spin of her wand, the dread and panic that she somehow kept in wraps, slowly started to unravel. She continued to list countries and places her friends and things she’d read in passing. It took a few more minutes before she’d stopped. Staring at the spinning wand in her palm, she really tired not to panic. She’d need to think of a plan and panicking wouldn’t help.

Step one is easy, find out where you are. She’d have a wander around the town tomorrow and possibly ask around. Rosa needs to find that translation spell, she remembers Hermione mentioning storing it into her pouch.

Step two is to find some money she can transfigure so she can loosen some tongues and pay to get out of here. Where ever here is. She’d have to rob someone, get a job, then. But what could she do? She’d have to do something non-magical related, or something that can be hidden well enough. She supposes she could be a gardener, though if this place is similar to London, she doesn’t think there would be any greenery. Hm. Rose could get a job where she’d have to cook, she suppose. Maybe see if there are any openings for a bakery or the like.

Step three, find a job.

Step four, find a way home.

There. Rosa has a somewhat plan. She’s adaptable, she can add things later when ever something would pop up.

Remembering her tussle with the inferi, she looked down to her clothes, they were ripped. Random rips decorated her clothes, her left trouser leg were hanging by a tread and she had walked here bare foot. Cringing, she lifted her foot one at a time to see if she had any cuts. Miraculously, there were none. Though, her feet were darkened with god knows what, but with a quick cleaning charm they were back to their normal shade. Waving her wand over her clothes, she cast a repairo, the clothes stitched itself back together.

Satisfied with her repairs, she then focused on her wounds. She cleaned them without bothering to heal them, she could, but it wouldn’t hurt to just wrap them up after putting a salve on it.

Nearing the end of another fruitless job search, Rosa trudged wearily down the street, her eyes scanning the shopfronts for any signs of hope. Though, the snake draped around her shoulders could be the reason she’d been turned away many times. As she passed by a worn, slightly faded sign with strange lettering, she stopped in her tracks. It was a decent-sized bakery, with a quaint charm that seemed to beckon to her. The four seating areas for two people and a bar by the window looked inviting, and the window display of loaves, cakes, tarts, pies, and pastries was mouth-watering. Little cards with the names and prices of the treats were carefully placed next to each one.

Peering through the window, Rosa's eyes travelled to the counter, where a cash register and more pastries in a glass case were on display. Behind the counter, bottles of jams and possibly chutney could be seen. Further into the shop, she spotted racks with trays, the oven, a big mixer, ingredients, and rows of big tables where the pastries were rolled out or decorated.

After a moment's hesitation, Rosa decided to take a chance and pushed open the door. The bell above her trilled, announcing her arrival, and a gruff voice called from the back, "One moment."

While waiting for the person by the counter, Rosa looked around the bakery as the aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries enveloped her. A welcome change from the smell of piss, fish and the unique scent that made up Ketterdam. The warm, golden light of the setting sun streamed through the large window, casting a soft glow over the quaint shop. The wooden furniture was slightly worn but well-kept, and the walls were adorned with framed pictures of random memorabilia, maps, and coal sketches of the countryside.

Footsteps thumped into the shops, followed by a grunt, and the noise of putting something down caught her attention. She then turned to see a tall, stocky man with flour-dusted over his apron and a nasty scar that ran from his neck to his jaw. His arms were thick and muscular, a testament to the long hours he must have spent kneading and shaping dough.

Rosa's mind drifted to him snapping her in half as easy as a breadstick, but she quickly pushed the thought aside. She needed a job, and she couldn't afford to let her morbid imagination get in the way. The man stopped in front of her, dusting his hands as he went. "How can I help you this afternoon, young man?" he asked, mistaking her for a boy.

Rosa felt a twinge of hilarity at being mistaken for a boy yet again, but she quickly saw the advantage in it. If strangers saw her as a boy, it would be safer for her in the end. She opened her mouth, ready to start the speech she had been using, but before she could say it, she ended up yelling “JOBS?” at the poor man. Emerik let out a hissy laughter from around her shoulders. Rosa felt absolutely mortified, fearing that she had blown her chance at a job opportunity. "I am so sorry," she apologized to the man, hoping that he wouldn't hold it against her.

The man raised an eyebrow and said “You’re not from here, are you?” The man's eyes were fixed on her face, and she could feel his intense gaze boring into her skin. She had grown accustomed to the stares by now, but it still made her uneasy. She knew exactly what he saw, the branching scar that marred her features. It was a constant reminder of the tragedy that had befallen her. The scar snaked its way from the top of her forehead, slicing through her right brow, eyelid, and down the bridge of her nose. It touched her lip at one point before finally ending just below her chin. Though years had passed since the injury, the mark had never quite faded away, instead remaining a light shade of pink that stood out against her otherwise unblemished skin.

“Em,” she blinked in surprise. Maybe the others had turned her down because she’d obviously been a foreigner. Humans, and discrimination, never ceases to amaze her. “Yes. I am. How could you tell?”

The man raised an impressive brow and his beard twitched, Rosa liked to think that he’s smiling. Though she can’t tell through his beard. “Kerchlings don’t look Suli, boy. Nor they carry your accent.” he said.

Rosa furrowed her brows, trying to make sense of what he was saying. Kerchling? Suli? What did those words mean? She couldn't help but wonder if they were races or nationalities, but she didn't want to assume.

“Oh.” she fidgeted in her spot not knowing what to do with that information she tried what she originally came to do here again, clearing her throat she spoke “I was wondering if you needed someone else to work in the kitchen? Or even work the till or do deliveries?”

The man raised a bushy brow. "Do you even have experience in the kitchen, boy?"

He was actually considering it? Not just kicking her out without a thought? She nodded in excitement, “Yes! I can bake cakes, pies, and pastries. I’ve never made bread before but I am willing to learn. Anything really, not just bread. What ever you wish to teach me.”

"You're eager," he observed.

"Yes, sir," she replied. "I can be very persistent too if you give me the chance."

He chuckled. "Optimistic too. Who taught you?"

She taught herself, reading the many cook books Petunia had around the house. Though she wouldn’t tell him that. “My aunt sir.”

"Not your mother?" he asked.

"Well, that would be difficult, seeing as my mother and father are dead," she said, then hastily added, "Sir."

The man didn’t bat an eye towards her admittance on being an orphan. Merely stating, “You’re a long way from home.” though his stance and tone made the statement, a statement, his eyes told her that it was a question. One he didn’t want to ask he outright for a reason, but still wanted an answer to. She couldn’t tell him the full truth. Rosa doubted that telling people that a hoard of inferi dragged her from Cornwall to a whole new world would take her seriously. They’d likely throw her into an insane asylum, or what ever the equivalent was here.

“I was dragged here. But I managed to slip away.” she spoke with a shrug. The statement was intentionally ambiguous, but she expected the man to brush it aside as he did with the other things that came out of her mouth. However, to her surprise, his brows furrowed, and his face twisted into a scowl. The sudden change in his face made Rosa gulp slightly and take a step back unconsciously.

“Slavers?” he spat with disgust, “There’s nothing I hate more than slavers.”

Slavers? Rosa’s eyes bulged. They still had slavery here? Merlin, what kind of fucked up word did she land in? Sure the local attire looked to be around the eighteenth, possibly nineteenth century - many women wore puffy elaborate dresses, rarely trousers and men wore crisp suits or slacks. There were no jeans, cars, mobile phones, or televisions. It was honestly like she was back to seeing the Wizarding world for the first time. The thing that threw her off was that slavery is apparently common enough to be mentioned casually in conversation.

Rosa’s head must not be with her today because the hand that landed softly on her head startled her badly enough that she ducked down, stepped back in a crouch and pulled her arms over her neck and head. Protecting herself and Emerik. Her heart hammered in her chest as she looked at the man. He stayed where he was earlier, but his arms were raised in surrender. Rosa could see his eyes look over her, pulling her arms down she saw what he was focused on. The bruises and healing cuts she’d gotten from the inferi, and the long healed cuts she’d gotten both from the war and her childhood that peaked through her sleeves.

“Sorry.” her voice cracked, she cleared her throat and said it again. She put her arms down back to her side, making sure to tug her sleeves down as she went, hiding the scars once more.

“Never you mind boy.” he said “That’s a good set of reflexes you have there.”

She shrugged and mumbled something about being used to it.

"Listen, boy," Moore said, eyeing Rosa. "Come by at four in the morning and help me bake. If you impress me, I'll give you the job." Rosa's eyes widened with excitement as Moore continued, "Ten Kruge a day and anything that doesn't sell is yours, but only if you get the job. Understood?"

Rosa's head bobbed up and down eagerly. "Yes, sir!"

"What's your name, boy?" Moore asked.

Rosa panicked for a moment. She had to think fast. "James, sir," she replied confidently.

Moore nodded. "I'm Moore. In Ketterdam, Jamsi, we shake hands to seal a deal." He extended his massive hand, waiting for Rosa to take it. Rosa's hand was engulfed by Moore's fist, but she held on tightly. She couldn't help but notice the way he pronounced her name. Did he mishear her, or was he intentionally using a Suli name?

Their hands pumped once, and he said, "The deal's the deal."

Thanking him once more, she walked out the shop and made her way back to the alley and into her tent.

Jesper’s relentless chatter filled the bakery as she worked. At the start of their friendship, Moore kicked the boy out when he felt like he over stayed his welcome, but Jesper’s persistence eventually wore him down. Moore let the boy stay as long as he didn’t scare away the customers. Jesper told her that Moore did it so Rosa wouldn’t be so alone. She nodded along to what he said, humming every few minutes to show that she was listening, and carefully re-stocked the display case with more cakes. The tray balanced precariously on the counter, teetering slowly until a cake slipped from the tray.

She got comfortable. An action she would do around her friends, who wouldn’t bat an eye, was pulled from her automatically. She reached a hand out, summoning the cake into her hand, and placed it into the case. Continuing with the rest of the cake on the tray. When she finished, she turned and placed the tray into a corner to be washed before reaching out a hand to grab another. The ticking of the clock was loud in the now quiet shop. Rosa froze in pace. Her heart started to hammer wildly in her chest. Hands shaking slightly, she fiddled with her sleeve, debating on obliviating him. She turned slowly to see Jesper’s jaw hanging wide open. “Don’t.” Rosa whispered.

Jesper shook his head and asked “How did they manage to indenture a Grisha?” shaking his head once more and whispering hysterically “You’re a squaller?”

“Don’t.” she repeated, “I don’t know what you mean.” Rosa turned quickly and started to fill the case once more, with more urgency this time. Keeping her eye trained on the case, she missed the flickering emotion’s on Jesper’s face. It settled on a firm determination.

He leaned forwards and whispered to her, “No one will know. I swear it.” the sincerity in his voice made her pause and look up at him. Rosa looked up, searching his face for lies before settling to thank him softly and got back to work. Soon his chatter started back up again and her shoulders relaxed completely.

It was dark when Rosa returned to her tent. The few weeks she’d been to this new place, she’d already become attached to the once possibly piss stained alley. In her satchel, a normal one she’d bought when she was rebelling staying at her aunt’s, were a few loaves of bread and pastries she’d further kept fresh by placing a warming charm on. The tarp she’d placed above her tent and a few meters in front of it had a chair, small desk which sat a candle. The items she’d transfigured were kept dry from the constant rain that lingered in Ketterdam. It’s honestly like she’d never left London.

Once she’d passed the ward line, she pulled the curtain closed, effectively hiding her from view of the alley, walked to her candle and snapped her finger. Placing the flame to the candle. Rosa knew damn well that she didn’t need the theatrics, but the action amused her. The light of her candle and hand barely light up the place, but it was enough to spot a new shadowed shape in the corner of her alley.

Straightening in alarm, Rosa faced the intruder. The flame that flickered at her fingertips were now a blaze that lay in her palm, she held it up in front of her, acting both as a light and a threat to the unknown. She could have extinguished the light, denying any all accusations from the stranger. But she thinks they’re past that, they had seen her light the damn thing. She could hear Moody berating her from the back of her mind, she’d become comfortable in a short amount of time. She’d just keep doing what she’d done before, let people assume.

The stranger crept forward into the light slowly, their hands up, palms exaggeratedly up, fingers spread open to show their lack of weapons. Their right hand slowly moved up to their head, grasping the blue scarf that covered their face, and pulled it down.

Rosa stared at the girl, around her age—she thinks, shocked. The stranger looked like her. Rosa hadn’t had anyone look like her since Padma and Parvati. A similar facial structure stared back at her, framed with dark black hair. Her skin roughly the same shade, a rarity in these parts she’d come to find. As most, Suli (Moore insisted on calling her that despite her arguments) lived in Ravka and travelled in caravans. Their only differences being their height, and eye colour. The strangers held chocolate eyes, while she herself had the vivid greens she inherited from her mother. And of course, the stranger lacked the infamous lightning bolt scar.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” She spoke with a smooth voice. The woman’s arms and tone reminded her of meeting Buckbeak for the first time in Hagrid’s class. Though at the moment she seemed to be in the position of Buckbeak. It provided a parallel and a deep feeling of loss. Rosa noted how the stranger didn’t move from her spot, partially concealed by the shadows.

“I see.” Rosa kept her hand out for show at this point. She set up her wards deliberately to keep anyone from wanting her harm from entering her alley, so she believed the stranger up to that point. “What do you want? How did you find me?” she asked

“My name is Inej, you don’t need to worry, Jamsi.”

“How do you know my name?” Rosa asked, tensing up slightly, Rosa didn’t bother correcting the pronunciation of her borrowed name after Moore assumed she was a he. Rosa had tried correcting Moore’s pronunciation, but the man stubbornly kept pronouncing it as Jamsi.

“You’re in danger.” Inej said, ignoring Rosa’s question. Rosa’s slightly tense body, tensed fully. Rosa shifted the balls of her feet, ready to fight or leg it, depending on what the woman chose to do.

“Not by you, I hope.” Rosa replied, slowly shifting to the side to walk out of the alley.

Inej must have noticed her tense and shift because she spoked rushed and with urgency, “You’ve been noticed. People, dangerous people that want a Grisha on their side.”

“Let me guess, you’re not one of them? But you secretly are, and you will make me do your bidding-” Rosa steamed on, her panic becoming more obvious as she let her imagination run free, but she was interrupted by Inej.

“Never.” Inej raised her voice slightly, taking a step forward, pausing when Rosa raised her hand and made the fire burn brighter. A warning. “My friend,” Inej spoke again, in a rush to explain the situation, “he noticed that you’ve been trailed. He asked me to keep an eye on you and find out why you were being followed. They know.” Inej emphasised, “They know you are Grisha. Those people that would force unprotected Grisha to them. Indenturing them.”

Inej spat out the word indenture like it was a curse. A fire blazed in her eyes, seeming almost like saying or thinking the phrase made her sick. Rosa knew what it meant, of course. She’d learnt all about it from Moore’s rants, the place she’d landed in had indenturing to be modern slavery. How it seemed to be for the benefit of the person, but it would never be, they would become too tangled. There was always a clause somewhere, allowing the owners—because that’s what they are, owned, to essentially keep them forever. Being fully in a debt they can’t escape from until death.

“Why are you telling me this? Why should I trust you?” Rosa demanded.

“I can help you-” Inej started, but was cut off by a bitter chuckle.

Rosa came to a realisation that the noise was coming from her, and she stopped abruptly. “Many times I have heard those words. How do I know you will keep to it? How do I know you are being honest?”

A fierce determination covered her face, “I would never indenture someone.” she said like it was a promise, “I swear on the saints.”

Ever guarded, Rosa replied, “I don’t know you. How do I know your words have meaning?”

Inej let out a sigh, her whole body looked to sag, as if the talk with Rosa made her exhausted. Which it probably did, Rosa hasn’t been making it easy for her. She wanted to believe her, she really did. But there were already Moore and Jesper, she didn’t think there would be more decent people in the shithole that is Ketterdam.

“Look, Jesper said-” Rosa’s mind focused on a familiar name. Jesper. Why had he done this? Why would he tell them about her powers? After he had promised.

“Jesper?” Rosa interrupted, “He asked you to follow me?”

“Yes, Jesper told me that you were being followed by Rollin’s men. And I followed them as per Jesper’s request to see what they wanted out of you and I found out that you were Grisha through them.” Inej said.

“How do you know Jesper?” She asked again. Inej rolled her eyes, most likely thinking she’s an idiot.

“Have you ever seen this on Jesper’s forearm?” Inej reached into her pocket and produced a sheet of paper, unfolding it to reveal a drawing of a crow perched atop a cup, with thorny vines wrapped around it. Rosa had seen it peeking through Nina's sleeves before, but hadn't given it much thought until now. "It means we're both in the Dregs," Inej explained.

"The Dregs?" Rosa furrowed her brow in confusion, not recognizing the term.

Inej nodded. "Peter Haskell and Kaz Brekker, we own the Crow Club."

"You're in a cult." Rosa blurted out in disbelief, eyes bulging. She had always known Jesper to be well-dressed and a little too into gambling, but nothing about him gave off being involved in some kind of criminal organization. All those times they’d walk together at lunch walking back to her work. Looking back at it now, she thinks that he’d most likely walking to or back from the Crow Club.

“What? No.” Inej said “It’s not a cult. It's a gang.” Rosa widened her eyes at the other girl’s admission. “We’re not bad, we protect each other. We could protect you.”

Rosa raised a scarred brow. "And who do I supposedly need protection from?"

"Pekka Rollins," Inej replied matter-of-factly.

"Pekka Rollins?" Rosa's voice rose in incredulity. "The King of the Barrel? What would he want with me?"

"You're a Grisha Hari," Inej explained. "You have power. He likes to collect power."

Rosa rolled her eyes. "And I suppose it's different from the Dregs?"

Inej's expression hardened. "The Dregs will never force you to do something you don't want to do. Nor would they kill you or important people in your life if you did something they didn't like."

As the words reached Rosa's ears, she felt a sudden chill running down her spine. It was as if a cold gust of wind had just brushed past her, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. She’d got carried away by actually getting people who care for her and her in return. It's like she’s back before she killed Voldemort. The gravity of the situation was finally sinking in, and her mind raced with the possibilities of what could happen if she refused to join the Dregs. Would they really leave her and her loved ones alone? Could she trust them to keep their word? She was spiralling into a dark abyss of fear and uncertainty, memories of her past traumas resurfacing and threatening to consume her.

The sound of wheezy breathing snapped her back to reality, and she looked up to see Inej crouched in front of her, hands outstretched in a gesture of comfort, fluttering wanting to touch but held back. Her eyes were fixed on Rosa's, and it was then that she realized she had fallen to the ground in a familiar position, head between her legs, trying to control her rising panic.

But the fear still lingered, a constant nagging presence at the back of her mind. Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, the panic and desperation evident in her tone. "Fuck. I'm so fucked, aren't I?" The words echoed in the alley. Her voice was raspy, and she greedily gulped in breaths of air and hugged herself tightly, the action of minimising herself brought a small feeling of safety.

“Not if I can help it.” Inej said it with such heavy conviction, staring her down, almost as if she’d demand her to question her about her word.

“You said it yourself, he wants me and if he wants me so badly, I don’t think joining you guys will stop him.”

“He has to respect it. He can try when you are under protection, but coming to you and your friends after you are protected, it will cause a gang war.”

“He’s the King. He’d win the war.”

“But he’d lose money, and possibly people, in doing so. The risk is too high.”

“The more you have,” Rosa muttered, “the more you lose.”

Inej nodded, “Exactly.”

Rosa slowly started to untangle from her position and instead sat crossed legged on the damp ground. “Why did you come here and tell me? Why not Jesper? I know him.”

Inej smiled, though she looked more sad than cheery, “Just looking out for a fellow Suli.”

It was with dawning realisation that the conversation she had with the woman wasn’t in Kerch, but instead they were talking an entirely different dialect. Her realisation must have been obvious on her face, and she spoke hesitantly to the other woman.

“I don’t,” she trailed off, digging further in the hole she’d committed to since arriving to this hell, “I don’t know what being Suli means.”

A flash of confusion and anger was displayed on Inej’s face, and Rosa rushed to continue.

“I’m an orphan.” she said bluntly and the anger in Inej’s face faded slightly, confusion now clouded her face. “My parents died when I was a baby and I got taken away soon after. I don’t know how to live like a Suli. What its like to be a Suli. Nothing.” She reached into her Godfather’s leather jacket’s magical pocket and summoned a still photo of her parents and held it out to Inej. The girl took the picture and held it up to the light, and Rosa clenched her hands and tried to fight the urge to yank it out of her hand.

After a few moments, she spoke, “Your father is definitely a Suli. But your mother is entirely Kaelish.” she stated then looked at Rosa, “It explains your eyes.”

“I guess,” Rosa shrugged, “when I came across my parent’s friends they always said I looked like a female version of my dad but with my mum’s eyes.”

Inej carefully handed the picture back to Rosa, who cradled the photo for a second, brushing her hands over the faces in the picture and then putting it back in her coat pocket.

“If you didn’t grow up with your parents, how did you learn to speak Suli?” Inej asked.

Rosa cursed to herself in her mind. The translating spell usually worked in her favour, but it was too good of a help in this case. She thought of a cover and remembered the nice woman, the first one she saw that looked like her. “There was a woman that taught me when I was younger. Dana. She was beautiful. The first time I’ve seen someone like me. But most importantly, she was kind. She didn’t mind when I’d go to her and ask questions. She’s started to teach me on the third visit. Said it would be good to communicate in a way only we would know how.”

Inej listened patiently, her eyes softening as Rosa spoke of her past. She knew that Rosa was holding back details, but she didn't push. Instead, she simply asked, "Where is Dana now?”

Blinking the image of seeing Dana crumpled on the floor out of her mind, Rosa answered, "Just a little over a year of meeting my uncle found out. He didn’t like that." The memory of her uncle's wrath was still fresh in her mind, and she didn't want to dwell on it for too long. Rosa kept things vague and let Inej fill in the blanks and come to her own conclusions.

As the two women sat in silence, Rosa's mind was racing with thoughts of what she was getting herself into. She knew that joining the Dregs was a dangerous proposition, and she couldn't help but wonder what kind of initiation she would have to go through if she decided to join. After a few minutes of contemplation, she spoke up, her voice tentative. "Let's say, hypothetically, I do join your gang. How would I join it? Hypothetically, of course.”

Inej's smile widened, her dark eyes glinting with a hint of mischief as she spoke. "Well, hypothetically, you would need to approach one of the Crows, and they'd take you to see Kaz. If he accepts you, then you'd become a Crow." Her words hung in the air, filling the space between them with the weight of what could be.

Rosa nodded slowly, a thoughtful expression on her face. "And hypothetically, what would I do if a Crow approached me first?"

Inej's sudden movement made Rosa flinch slightly, but the other girl seemed not to notice. "I can take you there now if you want?" she said, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Rosa hesitated, her mind racing with the implications of meeting with one of the head honchos of a gang. And with wet clothes, no less. Seeing her obvious hesitation, Inej hastily added, "Jesper will be there."

It was tempting, but Rosa knew what would settle her nerves more. "Can I bring Emerik?" she asked, looking back to the tent.

Inej seemed hesitant to say yes, but she eventually nodded. Rosa made her way to the tent and called out to Emerik. "Come, there is a meeting to offer me protection. I want you there as safety." she said, holding out her hand. The snake slithered from the nest of her bed up to her, his scales shimmering in the dim light.

"Will there be nasty flesh that needs biting?" Emerik hissed at her, wrapping around her neck.

"This meeting is to see if they speak the truth of an offer of protection. Keep the biting and threatening to a minimum, please." Rosa replied, making her way to the tent entrance. "They don't know I can speak to you like this, so I will be replying in English. Keep talking as normal and point out anything you deem interesting." Emerik let out a low hiss of agreement as they exited the tent.

A minute widening of her eyes was the only indication that Inej’s surprise, “You ready?” she asked. Rosa watched as Inej adjusted her scarf to cover her features, concealing her identity from prying eyes. The woman's movements were graceful and precise, almost like a dance. A spark of curiosity flickered in Rosa's mind, wondering why Inej had to cover her herself again. But she didn't dare ask, not wanting to risk revealing her own ignorance.

As they stepped out of the alleyway, Rosa quickly cast a wandless disillusionment charm on all of them. It was a skill she had learned during her years on the run, a necessity for survival in a world where she was constantly hunted. The charm was like a veil, rendering them invisible to the naked eye. But Rosa could still see Inej and Emerik, and she knew that both would still be able to see her too.

Inej led the way through the bustling streets, weaving in and out of the crowds with ease. Rosa followed closely behind, keeping up with the girl's brisk pace. Emerik, coiled around her neck, hissed softly, scenting his surroundings. The city was alive with activity, merchants calling out their wares, drunks stumbling through the streets, and the occasional beggar asking for alms.

In no time at all, Inej and Rosa arrived at a tall building adorned with the emblem of a crow. They bypassed the bustling front entrance and approached a door on the side. As they made their way through the shaded hallway, Rosa took note of a door leading towards the back of the bar and a staircase. Inej motioned for her to follow, and they ascended the stairs, with Rosa sticking close to Inej.

Inej instructed Rosa to wait in the room before closing the door behind her. Rosa heard the soft echo of Inej's footsteps as she walked away, leaving her alone to explore the mysterious office.

They entered a dimly lit room, and Rosa couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity as she looked around. The walls were covered in peeling striped wallpaper, and a bay window draped with a blanket and curtain was situated behind her. Across the room stood a dresser, adorned with a globe, trinkets, and a map above it. On a nearby shelf, several unlabelled vials of different shapes and sizes were neatly arranged.

“Any thoughts Emery?” Rosa asked as she walked to the desk with the candles and lit each one simultaneously with a wave of her hand. The soft light of the room grew, and she could see more around the room.

Emerik’s tongue flicked out as he picked up the various scents in the room, and he relayed his findings to Rosa. "There are many interesting scents," he hissed softly, "but the most dominant ones are sharp smoke and charcoal, leather and wood, and the scent of iron." Suddenly, Emerik's tongue flicked out once more, he moved to nudge her cheek. “There are people coming.” multiple footsteps get closer to the door.

Rosa turned towards the entrance just as it opened, revealing Jesker and Inej followed by a young man—around her age, who walked with a cane adorned with a crow head. As he leaned on the cane, the metal of the base clinked against the ground, producing a sharp metallic sound that echoed in the room. His leather gloves creaked as he flexed his fingers, and Rosa couldn't help but notice his sharply arched eyebrows, which added to his intimidating aura.

The room was silent for a few moments, with only the flickering of the candles illuminating their faces. Inej's eyes darted around the room, as if searching for the right words to say. Finally, she broke the silence, her voice soft, but firm. “She’d also be needing a room at the Slat.” Inej said.

Rosa's brow furrowed, confusion etched across her face. "But why do I need to stay at the Slat? I'm perfectly fine where I am."

Inej hesitated for a moment, then spoke again. "It's not just about comfort, Rosa. We need to know that you're safe, and that we can keep an eye on you. The Slat is the safest place in the city, and we can make sure that you're taken care of there. A tent in an alley way towards the Dame Lions isn’t the best place."

Jesper sputtered, “You live in a tent?” He asked “Willingly?”

“I’ll have you know, it's a very nice tent.” Rosa said, taking a deep breath to argue once more, but the look on Inej's face stopped her. There was a sadness in her eyes that Rosa couldn't ignore, and it made her heart ache. Jesper’s eyes were also misty, and Kaz's expression was still hard, but his eyes—something in them had changed.

Rosa took a deep breath and let it out slowly, considering Inej's words. She knew that they had her best interests at heart, and that they wouldn't be making this request lightly. After a few moments, she nodded her agreement.

"Okay," she said quietly. "I'll stay at the Slat. Though only if Emerik is welcome as well.”

Inej and Jesper turned to Kaz who hesitated, looking at the snake around Rosa’s neck, “As long as he keeps in line. They can stay, we can discuss your rent and such tomorrow.”

Jesper brightened, letting out a happy laugh, hugged Rosa then Inej. He settled, smiling bright at Kaz.

"It's really fucking dark." Jesper grumbled as the group navigated the unfamiliar, dimly lit corridors. He had stumbled countless times already, complaining under his breath, which was starting to grate on both Inej and Kaz's nerves. "If you hadn't dropped the light, Jesper, it wouldn't be dark," Inej retorted, approaching him. Her response sparked an argument, and Rosa tried her best to tune them out.

Rosa felt for him; she really did. But she wasn’t sure if she should show more of her magic just yet. But the time passed, and his moaning drove her insane. With a rough huff, Rosa closed her hand, barring her pointer finger and flicking it up, then twisting her hand. In her palm now sat an orb of soft, pure white light. A small breath of surprise sounded near her, and she looked at Kaz, who stared at her in bewilderment. Rosa ignored the look and held out her hand, holding the orb towards him, gesturing for his hand when he just stared gapingly at her. He slowly held out his gloved hand, and she lowered the orb to his hand, then made a tight fist above the ball and slowly squeezed. The once-clouded orb had some feel, becoming a soft rubber ball. She loved making it for Buckbeak to throw and fetch.

Leaving Kaz and moving to the bickering pair, who had yet to notice the addition of light, she repeated the same hand motions with both hands, squeezed between the two, and held out the orbs. Rosa heard a sputter of Inej’s breath, and she started to pray softly under her breath. Rosa looked at her in confusion and insisted on the two holding out their hands. "Come on, hurry up." Rosa said. The two following bonelessly, she repeated the motion to make them slightly firm and made another one for her and told them, "It will keep lit until I am close to death or dead as it's literally a part of me, or if you use it as an offensive. You can throw it at someone or something. Depending on where it is, it will either be a flash of light or a burn. When you throw it, run and don’t look back. See you guys later." And with that, Rosa turned and walked off to do her part of the heist.

I have lots of bullet points of how I wanted this to go, but I don't know, I just found it hard to continue writing it...

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Ring Ring

This was going to be a fanfic for Harry, I had the summary for the story below.

He stood there watching her as she stood in a forest green three-piece suit, her wild red curly hair askew, hands stained green along with the sleeves of her once white blouse. A loud, ugly, boisterous laughter erupting from her, swaying slightly due to how hard she was laughing, and he couldn't help but think, “She is one beautiful woman.”

But it never progressed further than what I have below. I wrote myself into a corner.

Should say that this is an original character x Harry Lewis work

Walking on the street towards Oliver’s flat in a three-piece forest green suit and coat with a tote packed to the brim with alcohol, Aurora would have thought she would have gained a few strange looks. But the people around her just continued by, minding their own business. Though, she supposed, it is London. They are well known for minding their own business. She understood why Oliver and Dory live here, the streets were clean, obviously high end but not too much. She knew the more luxurious flats would be in gated communities she could never step into but only ever see a glimpse of. She looked at the bare trees, typical for January, and hoped that the theme of people minding their own business would keep until later in the day. She’s apprehensive of Oliver’s idea on how to celebrate his stag, one of Oliver’s traits was to go big or go home.

Spotting the three-terrace flat, she walked up to the drive, unlocking the gate and walked down the steps. They were currently renting the bottom floor of the flat, which got converted into a two bedroom. She’s seen pictures, but it would be the first time she would step into the flat. This is the first time she’d be in London, she’s lucky that she hadn’t got that lost on the way here. Walking up to the door, she raised her fist and knocked three times firmly on the hard wood door. Aurora would have texted when she visits friends, but this was Oliver, another of his traits was to only answer the phone for Dory. How he knew when she called or texted will always baffle her. Thumping steps grew louder until the door swung open, Oliver’s flush smiling face greeted her, turning back to the flat he yelled “RORY’S HERE!”.

He turned to face her again, walking further into the flat, and beckoned her in. She stepped in, closing and locking the door behind her. As she took off her shoes, she looked around at the entrance, there were pictures of Oliver and Dory with each other, parents, and friends. She saw herself in many of them, she looked so young. Now in her socks, she walks further in the flat, the smell of alcohol grew stronger and stronger the further she walked “Fucking hell, it's only ten, and you’ve already been drinking?"

The living room connected to the kitchen, looking around the place she spotted many alcoholic bottles and mixers. There was a bowl of ice melting on the dining table, under it, she could see two other bags. David and Peter were sitting at the table, David showing something on his phone as Peter animated in whatever he was talking about. Oliver walked into the kitchen where on the kitchen island random things were placed, surrounding the island stood Henry and Theodore also chatting among themselves. Between the table and the kitchen, there was a long white L-shaped leather sofa, James, Jerry, Joe, John, and Matt sat along it chatting to themselves.

“More like haven’t stopped. We’ve been at it since last night.” Matt spoke up, his tie dangling loosely around his neck. Aurora wondered when the rest of his clothes would come undone; he had an odd habit of stripping when he'd had too much to drink. She’s lost count of the number of times she’s followed him, trying to put clothes on and trying to stop them from getting kicked out. It’s been a fifty-fifty success result, it worked better when she had the other lads help her.

"Just means you have to catch up with us," Jared said as he walked in from the backyard, the scent of artificial lemon and blueberries trailing him, he quit smoking last you two talked "you only have until midday before we start filming."

Walking over to the table, she placed the bottles from her bag on any spare surface, handing Peter and David a Cobra bottle each, both nodding their heads in thanks. Once she placed the bottles on the table, she took one of the plastic cups on the table and poured out three fingers of soju. "What’s this big thing you want us to do, then? Why's it so hush-hush, and what’s with the suits?" That got the lads' attention.

Looking around the room again, she noted everyone’s suit colours. James, Jerry, Joe, and Jordan wore navy suits; Matt, David, Peter, and Henry wore salmon suits; and Aurora, Oliver, Theodore, and John had forest green suits.

"This isn’t gonna be some weird cult thing, right?" John asked while everyone else watched Oliver pull out a box from under the sink "Because I swear if you pull some weird shite out of that box I am walking out now, and I am taking bottles with me.” Loud, boisterous laughter followed his statement.

Oliver shook his head. "Nah, nah, none of that kinky shit, I swear.” He laid out the items on the table; there were four bags of green, pink, and blue, making a total of twelve, along with the same number of go-pros and the handles or the device that allow you to wear it on your chest.

He then unlocked his phone and started to read aloud "In teams of four," he gestured to his suit, then to the surrounding others, "we aim to eliminate the other people on the opposite teams by tagging them." He grabbed the green bag, "Your team's colour is used to tag the other groups, you coat your hand in it and tag the other person. Do not throw it." he emphasized. "If you throw the powder, you will be eliminated, and your team will get points deducted. One point will be added for every person you tag. Two points will be taken if you throw the powder." He put down the bag and took out three sheets of paper. "Along with tagging the other teams, there is a list of things you need to do. Do as much as you can before you get eliminated. If your teammates get tagged, those that are left have to do it until they lose or win. Once you have been tagged out, you can’t try to tag the other person, you are eliminated. People turn on your location. You will be tracked and hunted down. Adds a little spice, no?"

He paused, scrolling down. "Oh, and there is a limit as to how far we can go. I have made group chats for the whole of us, and I sent the area there. The area will slowly close every hour, so keep an eye on that. We do have a late lunch reservation at five in a restaurant. I am sending the address to the group chat now. If not, everyone is tagged by then, keep an eye on your phones for updates. I need video proof, people. I want to keep this and look back at it and be a sentimental little shit. "Got it?" he asked the rest of the group, nodding.

"Any questions?"

"Is this legal?" Aurora asked, her mind running through the possibilities of the group breaking the laws and somehow ending up in jail. The lads burst into laughter again, and she honestly didn’t know if they found it funny or if they were just too drunk and found everything funny.

"Of course, it is, as long as we don’t break anything, not to mention the powder we use is environmentally friendly. It dissolves in water, and the ingredients used are non-toxic." Oliver answered.

"What’s the prize for the winner?" Theodore asked.

"Ah, I knew I forgot something." Oliver said facepalming "The winning group gets," he paused and started to drum, the others following "jack shit." Queue the loud booing and a "I DEMAND A PRIZE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT FOR WHEN I WIN." from Joe. "Feeling confident there, eh Joe?" Henry asked.

"Damn right, I do."

At that moment, Aurora knew that the Pinks and Greens had come to an agreement that Joe would be the first target. "And with that overconfidence, I will now stop taking questions and instead, go back to drinking!"

Everyone cheered, Aurora and John walked over to the table and started picking up the items and putting them on. Aurora’s phone let out a ping, deciding to look at it later, she decided to make some food. She only had a coffee before leaving her flat, and if she wanted to continue drinking, play the game, and not have the world spin uncontrollably, she needed to eat something. She went to the fridge and made two sandwiches for herself after making an offer for the rest of the group and getting a negative response. Sitting on the counter away from anything important, she bit into her first sandwich and fished out her phone, reading the notification, she got a text from her friend Kon.

Kon stared at his phone as the others hustled around him, he was ready to head out he just needed the lads then he would be ready. He stared at the phone reading Rory’s reply. Her group seem to be going the same way the lads are but an hour later, he wonders if he will see her sooner than their planned catch-up day. Kon knew she would be in London for two weeks, spending today celebrating Oliver’s stag and tomorrow would be spent for Daisy’s. He heard someone walk over to him, looking up he saw Ethan, "We boring you are we?"

Kon rolled his eyes, "Nah, catching up with Rory, who’s here for Oliver’s bachelor party. The group’s going to be out in town, Oliver apparently wants to let out the group on the streets of London to play tag with dyes, film it all and will most likely be heavily intoxicated the whole time."

Ethan paused and considered, "That would be a sick idea for a video, you know."

Aurora’s face felt warm, her cheeks and belly hurt from laughing so much, she and John were laughing at David. The man was curious to try the soju she brought for them, and he was wondering why they were drinking so little. His confusion furthered when he tried the peach flavoured soju, saying it tasted like juice, nothing like alcohol at all. The pair warned him, but he ignored them and managed to chug down the small bottle when John was distracted with Theodore’s questions and Aurora getting more food. Now, David swayed on his feet after he stood up to start playing tag with the group. Aurora and John helped him regain his balance, their laugher dying down.

“I see what you mean now.” That bought the two back to loud rumbustious laughter, the three of them leaning on each other to not fall over. Their laugher caught Oliver’s attention; he was lingering behind the group so he could lock up behind them. He looked at the three then the bottles of soju on the table and said, “Ah, he didn’t believe in the soju?” the two nodded and Oliver remembered his first-time trying soju. He remembered saying it wasn’t shit, then waling with the most skull splitting hangover.

“Ok we can start walking now, the world is spinning less. But I need help to go up those stairs’ lads.” The three of them walked towards the open door, John leading the way up the stairs, David’s arm over his shoulder. The two bulky lads fitting tightly through the narrow staircase, while Aurora stood behind David with her arm on his back, ready if he were to slip past John. She could hear Oliver lock the door behind her.

Once they reached the top of the stairs’ she heard laugher and saw Matt filming the group already, he and Henry were laughing the hardest out of anyone. Aurora rolled her eyes and said, “I don’t know why you’re laughing so hard mate, he’s in your group.” That made them pause, while the other lads laughing even harder.

“Fuck off, let’s go now. You lot took too long.” Matt said, walking off in a false annoyed manner.

The group walked into the starting place some stumbling and giggling uncontrollably. Aurora knows that they are easy pickings and would be targeted by the opposite group first. She wonders for a moment if she should pretend to be more intoxicated than she is now so she could lure in the lads and tag them easier. But as she thought against it, that would make the game more boring in her opinion.

"Everyone, get ready!" Oliver shouted, as he gathered everyone around him. "Place your GoPro cameras on the sticks or chest harness, make sure to turn them on, and let me know once you're all set."

Aurora quickly grabbed a chest harness and secured her GoPro camera on it. She removed her suit jacket, put on the harness and adjusted it to fit snugly over her vest and white button-down shirt. After putting the jacket back on, she turned on the camera and grabbed a bag of the green powder. "Ready!" she announced, as she joined the others.

The others soon followed, and Oliver counted down from three. "Go!" he shouted.

Chaos.

Absolute fucking chaos.

As expected, half of Aurora's team and everyone from the pink team ran straight for Joe.

Aurora turned as she heard a loud shout and saw a burst of colour as Joe was covered in the green powder. The colour combination reminded her of Patrick's shorts, and she couldn't help but snigger as she heard Matt's loud laughter and David's shout of "Run, dumbass!"

A loud exclamation of “Oh shit.” came from Matt. As he was distracted, Theo pounced and tagged him, causing more laughter to erupt.

As she ran, Aurora formulated a plan. She knew they were being tracked, so if she ran in the opposite direction of everyone, it would give her time to familiarize herself with the busy streets. Ticking off the challenges as she went. Although the thought of hiding and letting everyone else tag each other was tempting, she knew it would be too boring.

Tobi's gaze was fixated on the trio of men coated in an explosion of green and pink powder. They stumbled past him, with one man relying on the support of his friends. Tobi's camera followed their every move, capturing their bewildered expressions and the trail of coloured powder they left in their wake.

"What is going on?" Tobi muttered, turning to Simon with a look of confusion. "Did I miss some kind of marketing stunt?" Simon looked at him quizzically, his brow furrowed in confusion. Tobi gestured behind him, directing Simon's attention to the strange spectacle. Simon peered in the direction Tobi pointed, still looking bewildered. The two of them were at a loss to explain the unusual event playing out before them.

“To be fair though, it is London.” Randolph chimed in from the shop’s entrance, where he had seen the spectacle from. He handed Tobi and Simon their drinks, the condensation from the cold beverages dampening his palms.

“True, true.” Tobi and Simon agreed.

Looking at the map and deciding that she was far enough away, Aurora scanned the list of challenges she needed to complete. It included finding a red bus ticket, a picture of Big Ben, a menu from a traditional British pub, a London black cab receipt, a picture of a red telephone box, a piece of street art, a leaflet from the Tower of London. It also included a picture of a famous London landmark such as Trafalgar Square, St. Paul's Cathedral, or the London Bridge.

Should be easy enough, she thinks to herself. She wished Oliver had her create an app for this, she could have programmed it to show the things she needed to cross off on the map instead of looking on Google Maps for the actual place. Aurora looked at her list of challenges, then at the map of central London, and decided it was time to start. She made sure to keep a constant watch over her shoulder, making sure no one was following her or waiting to tag her. She was determined to complete this scavenger hunt and game of tag becoming the winner.

Aurora scanned the bustling streets of London, searching for a store that sold anything she could use as a bag. She needed a secure place to hold her bag of green powder and any items she collected during her scavenger hunt. After wandering for a few minutes, she stumbled upon a charity shop with a bright neon green fanny pack on display. Though the shade was eye-catching, almost to the point of being painful to look at, she knew it was exactly what she required.

She quickly made her way to the counter and bought the fanny pack, eager to start ticking things off her scavenger hunt list. With her newly acquired fanny pack securely fastened snugly around her waist, Aurora set off on her adventure, determined to gather all the items and avoid being tagged by her opponents.

First on her list was to find a Red Bus ticket. She walked down the busy streets, debating on buying one herself or just finding a discarded ticket on the ground. Since she was nowhere near Big Ben, she decided it would be ideal to buy a ticket and get off the nearest stop to Big Ben and take a picture of it either inside the bus or outside. Going to the ticket booth she asked if it was possible, and when a positive was given she paid for the ticket, boarded then headed off. She ticked the first item off her list, tucking the ticket into the fanny pack.

Disembarking the bus, Aurora caught sight of the towering Big Ben, taking possibly the worst photo of her life to cross off that item on her scavenger hunt list. Taking a moment to absorb the bustling atmosphere of the busy London streets, she heard the sound of heavy footsteps getting closer and closer. Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted James, his bright blue hands a giveaway and suit, sprinting towards her. "Shite," she muttered, quickly turning and darting in the opposite direction. She weaved her way through the crowded streets, her heart pounding with excitement, until she was sure she had lost him. With a triumphant grin, she took a deep breath and set off to tackle the next item on her list.

Aurora walked through the busy streets of London, taking in all the sights and keeping an eye out for anything she could tick off her list. Her destination was Trafalgar Square. As she made her way towards it, she noticed several graffiti-covered alleyways and couldn't resist taking a few snapshots. Ticking off another item on her scavenger hunt list, she’s very happy in doing the challenges before looking for people to tag.

When she finally arrived at Trafalgar Square, she took a moment to look at the towering columns and the fountains that surrounded it. She quickly snapped a picture of the landmark, capturing the stunning view in a sub-par way. This picture was even better than the one she took of Big Ben earlier, though it’s an easy thing to beat, as the previous image was abysmal. She marked it off her list and continued on.

Next, she decided to take an Uber to the Tower of London, where she picked up a leaflet about the history of the building, tucking it once again into her fanny pack. All this walking around has really started to sober her up. While in the walking outside, she texted Kon if he knew any traditional British pubs.

Kon looked at his phone then to the guys idly chatting at the bar “Is it alright if Rory pops in for a bit? There’s a-” Kon began to ask before he was interrupted by Ethan, who he was closest to, replying “Yea sure, the more, the merrier.” Kon thanked him and sent her the address. It should be quick for her because she’s at the Tower of London.

She looked around for a black cab, needing the receipt to cross off another thing on her list. Her phone pinged, and it was a location sent by Kon, she Googled it. The Red Dog Saloon, while it wasn’t a traditional pub, Kon said he was with some locals that may know more than him. Sending him a text confirming that she would go there, she looked for a black cab and told them the address. Getting there, she made sure to ask for a receipt.

Getting to the traditional pub, Aurora walked in and ordered. She then walked up to the bar and asked the waiter, “Excuse me, is it possible that I take this menu?” The waiter looked at her with tired, dead eyes, “Do what you want, mate, just don’t get caught and don’t drag me into it.”

And that was it!

You could probably see where I wrote myself into a wall.

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yuki the photographer

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inspired by daniel's canada gp helmet 🍁 :D

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our lady of sorrows

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Masterlist

Ideas:

F1

Title in progress (it will be a Platonic Kimi Räikkönen x mentee reader)

Started writing it, had a breakdown, bone apple teeth (aka things I started with full intentions to make into multiple parts, but life got in the way and I don't know where else to go with it)

Sidemen

Ring Ring

Original Female Character (Aurora) x Harry Lewis

Hello Baby Can You Come Over

Original Female Character (Aurora) x Harry Lewis

But this is different plot from Ring Ring, its to do with the pick up lines video

Shadow and Bone

Hard to Forget

Original Female Character (Rosa) x Kaz Brekker

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