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hi yaz 🍊 (<-for u) right now im going through that awkward friendless period of my life and have been for a while. i've been following you for a long time and wondered if you had any words of wisdom for those of us in the thick of it. thank you ❣️

(p.s - from what we see online you've seemed really well lately, and its genuinely very encouraging. thanks 4 spreading the joy)

hi! so sorry for letting this ask sit there for a bit... i wanted to make sure i could answer it thoughtfully! 🌟 i ended up writing more than i expected so i apologize if this comes across as a bit wordy.

first of all, thank you so much! it really means a lot to me to hear this... i am literally just Random Girl Online so i’m truly honored & i think you’re incredibly sweet to say so 😭💝

secondly, i’m sorry you’re feeling this way! it’s a miserable place to be emotionally & difficult to talk about... but i promise promise promise you will not feel this way forever. i was so lonely it hurt for a very long time, i guess if you’ve followed me for a while you probably remember. like it was PAINFUL how unpeopled my life was, and i was really embarrassed by it too because no one else seemed to be going through it quite so badly. but honestly, i think... most people actively are or once were lonelier than they are willing to admit, so it’s not an experience that’s awkward at all, and not something indicative of there being anything wrong with you specifically (which is all too easy a conclusion to come to), and it is definitely, DEFINITELY is not going to be this bad always. there are so many lovely people in this world who are just on the cusp of entering your life without your even realizing it yet... at one point last year i took a second to look around me & it suddenly occurred to me that things had gotten so much better for me in a way i genuinely never imagined during the worst of my loneliness, that completely unexpectedly i had come to know a good number of people i liked and cared about.

mostly all i can encourage you to do is to be around people in whatever way u can even if you don’t currently have a circle of friends to turn to. if your school or a local museum or a similar institution is holding some kind of lecture, attend it even if u don’t know anyone else who’s going! you might strike up a conversation with a stranger u unexpectedly get along with and make plans to get to know each other better, or you might just get to lightly chat with a lot of people who u never see again. both of these things are nice in different ways. if your workplace is holding a little potluck for someone’s birthday, go even if it’s just for the sake of having cake and cooing over photos of your coworker’s new puppy. text friends who live in the area who u haven’t seen in years, spend the afternoon at the park together & see if you want to make room in each other’s lives for these new versions of yourselves you’ve grown into. sign up for art classes where u can struggle through something you’re unfamiliar with alongside others who are struggling through it the same way & bond over this for a few hours each week. be the first person to text in a groupchat of people u only sort of know. tag along to study with someone from your class at the library & see if it becomes a regular thing with other people from the same class. maybe you won’t befriend all the people you go out of your way to interact with, but chances are you can and will befriend a few of them! and even if it doesn’t end up working out, a little camaraderie goes a long way in pulling a person out of the pits of despair.

if literally none of the above is an option for u in any way whatsoever right now, just try your best to keep going anyway. which sounds stupid probably, i’m sorry; i would have been CRAZY irritated if anyone told me this when i was so lonely i could hardly think about anything else. but i read a lot of poetry, i played a lot of video games, i watched a lot of movies, i spent so much time out of doors watching the birds and trees, i talked to my relatives more than ever before, i messaged some mutuals so often they turned into genuine online friendships that meant the world to me then and mean the world to me still. it hurt that i didn’t have people to share any of this with the way i wanted to but i still experienced a lot of really nice moments when i was alone & in some ways i feel more equipped to deal with loneliness after living through so much of it because i know now that i’m capable of enjoying things even in the throes of isolation. resilience isn’t sustainable and i sincerely hope you don’t need to be resilient about this for much longer, but your life is not on hold, and if u just keep going i believe you will still experience lots of meaningful and good things until your social life starts to pick up, at which point u will experience lots of other meaningful and good things!

also i guess i already mentioned this and definitely feel free to ignore this bit if it doesn’t apply to you, but be careful not to fall into the trap of thinking this is somehow your fault or because there is something inherently off-putting about you! this is absolutely not the case… not having enough or even any friends is just something that happens sometimes. it’s a much more common experience than it feels like & there is nothing wrong with you! believing this and giving in to the shame will cause you undue pain and isolate you further when people reach out or enter your life if you feel you aren’t deserving of friendship because whatever shape your insecurities happen to take. so just... try and be kind to yourself. this is something i struggled with a lot & that’s why i bring it up, but again, you can totally disregard it if it doesn’t align with your own experiences.

i guess that’s all for now! i don’t think i’m saying anything new, so i don’t know how helpful any of this was. i mostly just hope it wasn’t pedantic! i was trying to think of things that genuinely worked for me or things i would like to tell me of a couple years ago if i could speak to her somehow, and i ended up writing a lot because this is a topic that means a lot to me. basically i just mean to say u will be okay! with time and effort and a little bit of luck you will be okay & you will find yourself surrounded by the nicest friends and acquaintances who genuinely really like you and who you genuinely really like in return. loneliness is just something that comes and goes... sometimes it is a little harder and more painful to get through than other times but it never lasts forever. i hope you take care of yourself & i hope it all starts to work out really well, really soon ❣️ love u

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Rivalry Put To Rest

Pairing - Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Arranged marriages (non of that under age like child marriages though fuck that yuck, these are obviously of age adults i just really wanna make that clear jesus), praise kink, modern AU, just lovely soft sex with my favorite man :'^).

Word Count - 2.4k

Other Comments - Dude it’s been so long since ive actually written anything im so sorry. But i couldn't resist writing this. I know i promised xiao but he will come in time. This is a little bit of a slow burn, or at least the sex doesnt start right away lol i want this to be nice and soft. P.s. youre on birth control so dont worry about no condom lol.

You did not like this idea. Why your parents were still forcing you into this was beyond you seeing as how you were a fully grown ass adult. You just couldn’t stomach the disappointment you would be seen as in their eyes. You were the daughter to the CEO of one of the most well known Law Firms in Teyvat. Zhongli was the son of another CEO who controlled your Rival company. Yours's and his parents wanted to finally settle the bad blood between the firms by having the two of you get married. You knew damn well the benefits of doing this was, god forbid if your Fathers firm went underwater, you would still be secure with Zhongli as your husband.

It’s not that you didn’t like Zhongli, and he certainly was not ugly; you just couldn’t stand your freedom to choose who you really wanted to marry being ripped from you. It was non negotiable though, so you had to go through with it. Zhongli didn’t seem to mind at all, he thoroughly enjoyed his very brief moments he had with you before, and was frankly excited to get more of those moments. He just hoped you didn’t resent him or blame him for this.

You both of course had an extravagant wedding, why would you not when your family was one of the wealthiest in Teyvat. You were grateful to your parents for letting you invite a few of your friends, and it seemed Zhongli had done the same. There was almost like a crowd formed around you two at the after party, you talking to your friends, and him with his. Zhongli had offered you his arm to hold onto, but you politely declined, feeling that even just holding his arm was too intimate for you.

“Already trouble in paradise for the two lovebirds?” One of Zhongli’s friends had chuckled, a red head with a stupidly smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as you shot a look at him. Your friend Ningguang frowned, turning to look at your now husband.

“Control your dog, Mr. Zhongli.” You let out a chuckle, when you heard Zhongli’s friend scoff.

After a while, it was customary for the newlyweds to go on their honeymoon; so after a couple of hours you had to bid farewell to your friends and family. You approached the jet the two of you would be taking, with Zhongli carrying the luggage not far behind. You went ahead and boarded, while your new husband spoke with the pilot and the crew, sighing to yourself.

“Come on (y/n) suck it up, this honeymoon will be over sooner than you know it.” You mumbled to yourself, settling into the high class jet.

“Did you say something (y/n)?” You jumped, not expecting to hear Zhongli’s voice. “Ah.. My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.” You sighed and shook your head, waiving your hand to dismiss the apology.

“You’re fine Zhongli, I’m just… Nervous is all.” He hummed in response, nodding as he settled himself into the jet.

“I understand (y/n), I really do apologize about this being thrusted into your lap. I know this isn’t the ideal circumstances for a young woman to go through.” You nodded, glad that he understood your hesitance to the situation. Zhongli really wasn’t a bad guy.

“It’s really not your fault Zhongli, I understand you probably had no more say in it than I.” You gave him a reassuring smile, the first genuine smile to grace his line of sight. Without noticing he found himself smiling back, relieved that you didn’t see him with any contempt. A comfortable silence settled, as the jet took off towards your destination.

It wasn’t a long flight, and along the way you were able to make small talk, slowly learning more about Zhongli. After two short hours, you felt the jet jump slightly against the ground before steadying itself on the runway. After a few more moments, you both departed, Zhongli once again handling the luggage, leaving your side to retrieve it.

Before you knew it, you were at the house you would be staying at for your honeymoon. It sat on a beautiful beach side shore, with a large open patio looking out over the ocean. By the time you guys had arrived it was already around 10:00 o’clock at night, so the crescent moon was high in the sky as you both stepped out onto the patio. The moon and stars gleamed against the inky black water, with the rhythmic beating of the waves lulling you both into a comfortable silence. You stood next to your husband and finally for the first time that night, actually took in his face.

The light of the scenery exposed the beauty Zhongli held in his face, the pale light bouncing off his cheekbones and illuminating his golden irises as he looked out over the sea. He must’ve felt you staring because moments later those golden eyes were locked on yours.

“Do you like the scenery (y/n)?” You gave a quick nod before ducking away from his gaze, a red flush rising to your face. You heard him chuckle for a moment before shifting.

“I know what is customary to happen on our honeymoon, and I do not want you to feel pressured to fulfill that part of our relationship.” You flushed even more as you suddenly found the pattern of the wood to be very interesting. You had completely forgot that sex was usually something people did on honeymoons. It seemed normal, because generally the people who get married have had a relationship before this so nothing felt awkward about the topic. Obviously that wasn't the case in this situation, but there was something in you that kind of wanted to. Something in you that felt comfortable enough with him to do it, you already trusted him which shocked you. What if he wasn’t though? What if he was uncomfortable with the thought of having sex with you right now which is why he brought it up so suddenly?

“Thank you Zhongli, you’re too kind. You’ve truly been so understanding through this entire thing.” You looked back up to him finally, and found a gentle smile on his face. He nodded and hummed before turning back to the house.

“We should probably get to bed, it’s already fairly late.” You nodded, pulling out your phone to check the time. You both walked about into the house together. “There is another room down the hall from the master bedroom if you don’t want to sleep in the same bed. It’s smaller so I could always take it.” There he goes, being considerate and kind; handling your thoughts and feelings like glass that would break any second. You remained silent for a moment contemplating on what he had said, before gently shaking your head.

“No, no, it’s fine. I want to share the bed with you.” You smiled up at him, and he looked almost surprised with your willingness, but the shock didn’t last for long before he smiled back at you and nodded; offering you his arm to hold on to, which you shakily took. You both reached the bedroom, where he had placed all of your guy's luggage before letting you go to retrieve your sleeping clothes as he did the same. You went into the bathroom, to give yourself and him some privacy before slowly re-entering. Zhongli was in a pair of brown silk pants with golden accents and a black short sleeve shirt. Your eyes met each other, and Zhongli smiled when he saw you.

“I know that these were unideal circumstances to get married, but I’m happy it is you who is my spouse. I can only hope you think the same of me, and that at some point you can genuinely feel connected to me.” You blushed as he said this, genuinely taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. You feel bad for dreading and almost resenting Zhongli when you were first notified about the engagement, once finding out just how compassionate and caring the man before you was. Slowly, the two of you made your way into the large king sized bed. There was a large gap between the two of you, large enough to comfortably fit another person. Your mind raced a mile a minute trying to decide whether or not you should scoot in a little closer to the man next to you.

And so you did, without taking another moment to think about it you shifted closer to Zhongli until your side gently pressed against his. You felt Zhongli stiffen beside you for a brief moment, and for a split second you regretted scooting in; that was until you felt him roll over onto his side and wrap a strong arm around your torso. You could really take in Zhongli’s scent like this and you noticed that he smelled like amber rum, chestnuts, and a hint of vanilla. It wrapped you in a warmth that lulled you into a comforting silence as the two of you laid together like this.

You rolled onto your side, letting Zhongli’s arm now rest against your waist. Your noses were almost touching as the two of you stared into each other's eyes. You saw his eyes dart down to your lips for the briefest of seconds, letting yourself do the same.

“Zhongli…” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?” You saw Zhongli’s eyes widen as his gorgeous eyes met yours, not expecting you to ask him that.

“I would love nothing more… Darling.” You flushed at the mild pet name, before softly placing your lips onto his. It felt as time skidded to a halt, as the two of you moved against each other with the grace of a slow dance. Soon enough it became heated, as you changed positions and straddled his hips. You could feel his boner pressing against you through his pants, and it made warmth bloom in your chest.

“You really want to do this right? You don’t feel pressured my dear?” You smiled at Zhongli’s questions, nodding before he could get another one out. It felt good to be so concerned about, so doted over.

“Yes Zhongli, I really want to do this with you. I trust you.” This time it was Zhongli’s turn to flush, an elegant smile gracing his lips. Before long, the both of you were out of your sleeping clothes and back on top of one another. Your back was to the silken bed sheets, as Zhongli was on top of you lining his hard cock up with your eager pussy. Zhongli gave you one last look before slowly entering you inch by inch. To say he was huge would be an understatement, so he knew he had to take it slow with you so as to not hurt you in any way. Zhongli needed this to be a good experience with you, he would never forgive himself if he hurt you or made this unenjoyable in any way at all.

The noises you were making and the way your hands were clawing at his back reassured him that he was doing everything right so far, always stopping after pushing in a few inches to give you time to adjust. Without thinking, Zhongli's mouth just started moving as words spilled out.

“You’re doing so good for me my angel, you’re taking me so well. You’re too good for me.” With the praise spilling out of Zhongli’s mouth, you couldn’t help but unleash a flurry of loud moans, as he bottomed out. He stood still for a couple moments, making sure you were nice and comfortable, until he felt you trying to move against him; trying to get him to move in and out of you.

“If you were ready for me to move, all you needed to do was ask my gem.” You let out a whine like moan, that evolved into a guttural groan when he finally started to thrust in and out of you. Your nails raked across his skin, surely leaving marks for you to admire after this was all said and done. He wasn’t skipping out on the marks either, as he sucked and bit at your skin, still throwing out praise every time his mouth left your skin. His fingers dug into your hips, as he sped up. He just couldn’t help himself, your wet quivering pussy just felt way too good wrapped around him; sucking him in every time he pulled out.

“I can’t believe it took us getting into an arranged marriage to finally meet, my god where have you been all my life.” Zhongli had begun to groan, obviously getting close to tipping over the edge, with the way his thrusts continued to get sloppier every so often. You moaned in response, too blissed out of your mind to form actual words. Zhongli’s head fell against your shoulder, his ebony black hair hanging off his shoulders.

With a few more strokes, Zhongli had both of you tumbling over the edge and cumming in unison. All that could be heard in your room was the quiet crashing of waves and the combined panting of the both of you. After a few moments of Zhongli getting his breath back he tumbled down next to you, sweaty shoulders touching. A couple seconds of silence passed before you spoke up in a raspy broken voice.

“It took us so long because I’m technically your rival.” You were giggling slightly, when Zhongli let out a loud chuckle.

“I guess you are right my dear, but now we are joined together. And I cannot wait to see what comes of our joining.”

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Hello! You’ve been like one of my fave studyblrs for a while now and i just get so motivated to work and study. And i love studyblr in general but i feel sad how i haven’t made any friends yet and I keep comparing myself to other blogs that get more likes and stuff and I know it shouldn’t be about the numbers or the friends but it feels a big lonely ig? Do you have any tips on how to overcome this?

oh that’s so kind of you, thank you aaaaaa you just made my morning :,)

ah yeah, i know it can feel quite lonely at first, but it always changes when you least expect it, you do end up finding your people! it’s really easy to feel small and insignificant, especially if you get intimidated a bit by numbers like notes and how many asks you get in comparison to other blogs, but i promise that behind every ‘big’ studyblr, there’s just a slightly confused, often stressed, and sometimes lonely person, not unlike yourself :) seriously, once you truly grasp the fact that we’re all Just Students, making their way through the chaos of academia, it’s a lot easier to reach out.

which brings me to my main piece of advice - get involved: - send people asks! (a super easy, no pressure way to do this is to send in a prompt when sb’s doing an ask game, throw in a ‘hope your day’s going well!’ for a bit of a more personal note and voilà) - leave feedback in the tags (i always read what people say in the tags when they reblog my posts<3) - participate in challenges and celebrations - send them a dm about a shared interest if you notice you both like xyz!

honestly, i usually just slide into ppl’s dms i think, but if any of my friends on here would like to comment on how we became friends, please do bc i cannot remember sfghjklq  (i do remember @jeonchemstudy and i meeting bc i left my posts in her tag and then we started sending each other ask game asks and talking in the tags and now here we are)

i might’ve forgotten sth bc this is the 2nd time i’m writing this (i, your local Fool, accidentally deleted it the first time lol), but the most important thing to keep in mind is that, like i’m sure you’ve noticed, this is a really wholesome community and i have not once seen a studyblr that wasn’t open to meeting new people, so i really just want to say: go for it. if you see sb you think you wouldn’t mind having a conversation with, start one! it can be about anything, as long as you’re nice and respectful, no one will mind :) of course, it doesn’t always end in friendship, we are all different after all and sometimes a one-time conversation is all you have, but that’s okay! it’s never because you’re too awkward or whatever else your small insecurities may tell you, you guys just aren’t on the same particular wavelength x

oh, p.s.: you could also join a studyblr-run discord, @hyperchemblr owns a really nicely organized server where you can meet loads of people, and i have a smaller server where we get together to play among us (among other stuff).

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Meet Me in the Middle Pt. I (Fred Weasley x fem!Reader)

House: Ilvermorny, your choice

Blood Status: You Choose

Warning: A swear :)

A/N: You’re from the US in this fic!

I/H = Ilvermorny house

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“Settle down, students!” Professor McGonagall calls out to the group of 7th years in front of her. She glares over at the twins and Lee who are busy sticking their noses up and imitating her. Once they notice her intense glare, they quiet down, trying to stifle their laughter, still giddy from the start of school energy and being reunited after a long summer apart. 

“This year,” McGonagall begins “we’re initiating a new program in partnership with Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States.”

A chorus of murmurs floods through the group.

“For those interested, we are starting a pen friends program. Because of the success of last year in fostering international relationships with the Triwizard tournament, we thought it would be beneficial for both the student body here at Hogwarts and Ilvermorny’s to participate in this new program,” McGonagall explains to the group. All of the seventh years start to whisper to each other excitedly. Many of them comment on how this hadn’t been a possibility before or how they wonder what the wizarding world is like across the pond.

“You’ll receive one pen friend and if you sign up, I expect you to represent Hogwarts well, and remember this is a commitment. Don’t send the person one letter and then never again or there will be consequences,” McGonagall warns everyone. Despite her severe words, people grin with excitement. Fred Weasley thinks about it to himself as all his classmates clamor with excitement. He’d like to have a pen friend from the U.S., but he’s busy wondering if he’ll have the money to send them letters. He and George hadn’t actually sold many of their products yet and he only had just enough money to send letters to his parents back home and the occasional Honeydukes sweet or Zonko’s product. “Postage to the US must cost a lot since owls can’t go that far,” Fred thinks to himself. Maybe giving up the occasional Hogsmeade indulgence would be worth it.

“Cedric would have loved this,” one Hufflepuff near Fred murmurs and everyone falls silent, knowing what the Hufflepuff just said is absolutely true. Everyone in this year definitely felt Cedric’s absence in their year, but in this moment, the air felt heavy with guilt. McGonagall nods in agreement and sets out a paper for sign ups, adding postage will be paid for by Hogwarts and Ilvermorny. Hogwarts students will also write the first letter. Fred smiles in relief. He won’t have to spend all his savings.

“Oi, Freddie,” George nudges him.  “Are you going to sign up?”

Fred nods and rushes up to the paper that his classmates are crowding around. He takes out one of his quills and scratches his signature onto the parchment with a flourish. Returning to his best friends, Lee looks surprised. 

“I didn’t take you for a pen friend sort of guy, mate,” lee comments.

“What can I say, I’m spontaneous,” Fred replies, sure of himself this was the right choice. Leaving the room with George and Lee, Fred heads to his dorm room to start writing his first letter.

When he arrives in his room, he gets out a piece of parchment and sets up a small workspace on his desk.  Just as he sits down, he stops and starts fiddling with his quill. After a few seconds of hesitation, Fred decided to suck it up and start writing.

Hello,

I’m Fred Weasley. I apologise if this letter is a little awkward. It’s my first time ever writing to someone I don’t know at all. I’m in 7th year and I’m a Gryffindor, which values courage and bravery, if you don’t know.  

I have a twin brother. His name is George. We’re like the school pranksters. We currently are developing a line of sweets that make you sick so you can get out of class and other products that people would want like little objects that go off to cause a diversion, We’re also thinking about fireworks, but our main specialty is sweets. It all shows promise.

Georgie and I have never been academics, we’re more pranksters at heart if I’m honest. We’re quite good at charms and enchantments, though. I’m rubbish at potions, though. I hate to be boring, but what’s your favorite subject? I can’t think of anything other than that to ask you, but maybe in a future letter, we can talk about more interesting topics other than school.

Hope to hear from you,

Fred Weasley

Satisfied with his work, Fred folds his letter up and seals it tightly with a wax seal. The next day, he turns it in to McGonagall, who informs him it will be sent within the week. Walking away from McGonagall, Fred starts wondering who his pen friend is.

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As the following Tuesday rolls around, an unfamiliar owl swoops into the 7th year Gryffindor boys dorms. Attached to its leg is a neatly closed, pristine envelope with “Fred Weasley” written in unfamiliar handwriting.  It hoots loudly at Fred, who scrambles off his bed, knocking a few prototype sweets onto the floor he was just working on with George. 

“Oi! Watch it, Fred!” George protests, but Fed’s already at the window, trying to pry the letter off the owl’s leg. As Fred gets a better look at the letter, he finds the front has been stamped with a MACUSA red stamp reading “INTERNATIONAL” complete with an eagle beside it. Excited, Fred rips open the letter and sits down on his bed, ignoring George who’s trying to get his attention back on the products. Once he’s comfortable, Fred opens up the letter and starts to read.

Hello, Fred Weasley.

I’m y/n. There’s no reason to be sorry that your letter is a bit awkward. Letters like this are out of my comfort zone as well. If it makes you feel any better, your letter felt perfectly natural.

I’m a 6th year in I/H. It’s honestly the best house of all of them. Thunderbird is for adventurers, Pukwudgie is for healers, Wampus is for warriors, and Horned Serpent is for scholars. Fun Fact: Ilvermorny was actually founded by a descendant of Salazar Slytherin and a No-Maj!  

You and your brother must be quite the dynamic duo. Starting a business is no easy feat, but it sounds amazingly interesting. I can’t believe you two were the first to think of sweets that make you sick to get out of class, but I’m glad you two got to the idea first. Please keep me posted on how your other products are coming along! They all sound amazing!

I also like charms and enchantments. My Charms teacher is really awesome. I honestly can’t decide what my favorite subject is. All of them have their ups and downs.

What’s it like at Hogwarts? I hear it’s a castle, but what’s the inside like?

- y/n y/l/n

George looks over at his brother and notices how widely he’s grinning. George notices the “international” stamp on the envelope and realizes what it is and now he’s no longer mad at Fred for knocking the prototypes on the floor as Fred scrambles to grab some parchment to write back.

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A two and a half months later, you and Fred have exchanged many letters; you’ve exchanges so many you’ve both forgotten what round you’re on. A week ago, Fred sent along some of his products after you told him about the two Wampus bullies in your year, James and Martin, who enjoy tormenting you about your looks, smarts, and everything else under the sun. The package included a box of sparklers and then some sickness-inducing sweets. Alongside the box of charmed sweets, he also sent a box of real chocolates and a note.

The red box with the “W” has the charmed sweets in it! DO NOT EAT UNLESS YOU WANT TO BREAK OUT IN BOILS! The other box has some of my mom’s English toffee for you to try.

Giggling a little from his warning note, you wrote back and thanked him profusely for the gifts and promptly used the sickness sweets on both Wampus lugs, who ran off to the infirmary with large puss-filled growths protruding from their face in embarrassment.  When your dorm mates asked who the real chocolates were from, you feel your heartbeat in your chest as a light blush flushes over your cheeks, thinking of Fred.

Getting out of Potions, you take a walk outside to study as an owl swoops down. You take the letter, recognizing Fred’s handwriting.  

Y/n,

I’m glad the sweets worked. The two of them absolutely deserved it and now we know the boils can last for over 48 hours. That’s valuable information for Georgie and me.

Listen, I don’t want to overstep, but I was wondering if I could know what you look like? We’ve been mailing each other for such a long time and It’s been on my mind. I usually have a face I can put to a name. I’ve enclosed a picture of me in this letter and If you’re comfortable, I was wondering if you’d send one back? No pressure.

F.W.

P.S. The canary creams are a hit!

You look behind the letter and pull out the enclosed picture. You see a tall pale boy with flaming ginger hair. He’s smirking along with someone who looks exactly like him in the background messing with a familiar orange and purple Weasley box. In the picture, Fred has circled the twin in the foreground and labeled it “Fred” and the one in the background “my less handsome brother, George.” You let out a little chuckle. This is exactly what you expected from Fred.

~

A week and a half have passed since Fred sent the letter with the picture in it. With each passing day, Fred worries he’s driven you off with being too forward. He’s considering writing a letter to apologize and beg things can go back to the way it was. he misses writing to you and having to enchant the parchment so it looks scrambles so Umbridge doesn’t read his mail to you about the D.A. and then getting back mail you’ve charmed to look like doodles in a notebook. It was like your own code that you’d both have to undo to read.  

He missed hearing about ilvermorny and your classes. He longed for the day he could hear about the plan you’d set up with Fred’s help for revenge on James and Martin where you’d charm fireworks to go off and chase them around the Ilvermorny grounds until they admitted they were assholes.

George and Lee assured him that he had nothing to worry about, that you probably got busy with school work and will write back soon. Lee also suggested your letter might have gotten lost in the mail, but that thought only made Fred worry. Maybe you had sent a message long ago and you weren’t getting a response because he hadn’t gotten one yet, and maybe he shouldn’t send a letter now because it might pop up once he sends his own letter and he’ll look like an idiot. he can only hope a letter from you is on its way now.

As Fred begins to descend into another pit of worry the next day, an owl comes to land at his side. Fred grabs the letter with fervor, nearly knocking the poor owl off its feet in excitement. The owl hoots angrily in protest at Fred’s sudden movement and flies away after pouting and ruffling its feathers. He rips the envelope open, almost damaging the letter itself. Taking out his wand, he rushes to a bathroom so no member of the inquisitorial squad or Umbridge herself can see him take the charm off the paper that currently has a drawing of a sloth on it.

Dear Freddie,

I’m sorry for not getting back to you in the last week or so. I had a midterm and I didn’t want to let you down by only sending you a scrap of paper saying I had a test. I hope it went well.

Thanks for sharing that picture with me. You and your brother are very cute together. I didn’t expect your hair to be so bright, but then again, I’m not around many people with red hair. I’ve also sent you a picture of me. It was taken during Care of Magical Creatures. The niffler unit was my favorite. They’re like magical platypuses!

I hope it’s what you expected? I don’t know what to say (haha).

Wow! The Canary Creams are working finally? That’s awesome! Did feathers get everywhere? Who was the poor test subject?

I’m glad everything is working out, Freddie.  

- Y/n

Fred smiles down at the paper from within the stall. You’ve always been supportive of the business. You were almost as excited about it as he and George were. He looks down at the picture you’ve sent along with your letter and his heart skips a little bit. 

You’re smiling at the camera with a niffler in your arms. As the picture moves, you laugh as the niffler squirms and tries to reach for the shiny watch on your wrist. As he observes the picture more, he sees there’s a warm twinkling in your eye. you look so happy. Returning to his dorm room, Fred opens his trunk and tucks the photograph into the corner of his trunk next to some logo designs and a family picture with a pair of horns and a monocle drawn on Percy. He smiles. That’s where that picture will stay.

~

Time has passed, yet you and Fred have kept in touch. Fred’s now living above the shop in Diagon Alley with George after their grand escape from Hogwarts, which you supported him through one hundred percent despite never ever meeting.  

Throughout the months, you’ve both been mailing and you’ve helped him develop new products, acting as a remote filter and outside perspective for the twins, which you enjoyed the process of.  

All the while Fred has supported you through your last year at Ilvermorny since you’re a year younger than he is. Even though he didn’t finish school doesn’t mean he can’t support and help you at all.  

Through your letters, you’ve started calling him “your special Freddie,” making Fred’s heart swoop and swoon as he imagines what your voice sounds like saying it to him.  Time goes on and he’s falling, but Fred doesn’t resist it.  You’ve always been there for him and he knows he’ll be there for you through think and thin.  As he realizes he’s in love, he starts to worry that you won’t return his feelings, but even if you don’t he still wants you in his life.  You make him happy.  It’s as simple as that.

After getting up one morning, Fred heads down to the shop to do inventory downstairs. He notices that it’s darker outside today, even more so today than usual. Both he and Georgie have noticed things have been darkening lately with Voldemort and his followers running around Britain, but today is especially dark.  

Fred hears a knock at the door of the shop. The shop was closed today and most of the regulars knew that this wasn’t a time they’d be open. Cautiously, Fred draws his wand and approaches the door, careful to not step into view in case it wasn’t a welcomed guest. Fred peeks around the corner and notices it’s his father. Wand still drawn, he cautiously approaches the door.

“Which twin said ‘honestly woman, you call yourself our mother?’ at the station before my third year?” Fred asks through the glass at the man he thinks is his father, knowing his dad wants to abide by Ministry guidance about identification.

“Fred did,” Mr. Weasley answers but notices how Fred’s face sinks a bit at his response.  “You did. Sorry, Fred.”

Fred cautiously lets him in, not putting his wand away,

“Fred, Dumbledore is dead,” Mr. Weasley explains.  “Snape was the one who carried it out.”

“That tr-” Fred starts, but Mr. Weasley holds his hand up.

“I know, Fred. I just wanted to come by and tell you before you get it from the Prophet. I also wanted to tell you... We’re not safe anymore. The ministry has most likely been infiltrated or will be infiltrated in the next few days. Keep your guard up. With Dumbledore gone, this fight just got much more difficult,” Arthur explains, sighing deeply and rubbing his face.  “I trust you’ll tell George?”

Fred nods as his dad says goodbye and gives him a “see you soon” before apparating away. Fred locks the door and puts down the shutters with his wand. He rushes up the stairs and scribbles on a piece of parchment his last letter to you before the war, explaining what’s happening, that the mail is probably going to be tracked and opened, that things are getting dangerous. He insists that you shouldn’t write back even if it’s tempting and that he’ll write to you once the war is over.  Fred considers signing it “Love, Fred” because this might be the last time he ever writes to you, but doesn’t; he just writes:

See you on the other side of the war, y/n. Stay safe. 

Yours truly, Fred Weasley

-----

Read Part 2 Here!

[mexicanbabe1997]

Maria's Real Story (A deep dark secret)

Maria was borned as a girl who lived with a happy family, had a comfortable life and was loved by her parents. She had an older sister named Dana, who was brave and extrovert and even though was different to her in many things she still protected her. Maria was happy and loved them very much... But unknown to them, non of this would last any longer.

One day when the family was preparing to go on a vacation, they went to the train station to wait for their train that would take them to the beach.

Dana (who was 15 years old at the time) along with her mother went to the bathrooms while the father was in charge of looking after Maria (who was 7 years old). She was reading a book when suddenly a gust of wind took off the hat that her mother had given to her, Maria chased after it when it landed on the train's rails, the little girl tried to get it but couldn't reach it, so she made a dangerous/dumb mistake: she went on the train's rails and grabbed the hat. Unfortunately, the train that was arriving at the station didn't seem to noticed her, and... it ran over her, ending with her life.

The family (mainly the father) was extremelly heartbroken and devastated by that. After the funeral, the family started to sink: The mother became an alcoholic, the sister started to become a rebel and behave badly and the father became obsessed with the idea of ​​bringing her back. A few days he learned about a criminal organization known as "Lab Rat Corp.", which was dedicated in doing genetic experiments and even illegal ones, mainly with rodents. He searched and once he found and convinced them they finally agreed to clone his daughter, promising to make her even more better and improved, in exchange for creating a new perfect life form (and I am not talking about Shadow).

The father started to work for the company and gave his daughter's DNA to them.

A few months later, the genetic experiment succeded and a new Maria was finally created. The father was so happy to have his daughter back, but from that moment on, he then decided to keep her hidden from the world in order for her to be safe.

She was raised on the base by her father, who home-schooled her and made sure she was always safe. But while he cared for Maria he was absent and completely ignorant of his other daughter Dana (the older sister), who ran away from home after having a fight with him. Living basically like a hamster in a cage, Maria was educated and trained with her powers that the scientists gave to her to become more powerful over time. The father was strict and overprotective with her because ever since that accident he didn't wanted something horrible to happen to her just like the original, so he limited her interactions with the outside world because he didn't wanted her to get away from him so soonly and he wanted to prepare her as well. But all of this along with living in a closed environment only made her more socially awkward and timid then her original self, but one thing that didn't changed about her was her curiosity.

As time passed by, Maria began to develop and started to discover new things because in addition to her electric powers, she discovered that she could also become small like a real-life mouse, but she also began to realize that her lifestyle was somewhat strange and unusual, everytime she tried to ask her father about it he just ignored her questions.

One day, she began to search around the base while her father wasn't around. She was getting impatient and wanted the answers to her strange life, and if her father wouldn't tell her about it then she would have to find it for herself. Soon after a while she arrived to a room full of archives, and that's when she discovered the true purposes of the company and that she was one of their creation. Maria was shocked by all of this and was about to go look for her father to interrogate him. But at that moment, the alarm of the base started to sound because there was a breakout of some very dangerous experiments which rebel themselves against the company and that they managed to escape, in the process they began to destroy the base and several scientists were killed.

Maria came across one of these experiments and tried to do something to stop them by using her powers, but it was useless and they took her as an hostage. Luckily, her father who was nearby, grabbed a gun and shooted the experiment with it, freeing his daughter. After that he took her to somewhere that would be safe. In the base, there was a big bunker when things would get dangerous for the people in there but only a few knew about it, so the father decided to put his daughter in there. Maria demanded her father to let her know what was exactly happening, but then he silenced her by injecting her in the neck with a needle full with a potent sedative. Then the father left her there, uncounscious.

"Sorry, Maria... But this is for your own safety" he whispered to himself, feeling guilty for not only leaving his daughter there but for all the bad things he had done to his family and others.

And then the base exploded...

A few years later, Maria woke up from her coma state but couldn't remember anything that had happened. The sedative that her father injected her contained some kind of amnesiac substance, which made her forget a few things like the place she was in or how did she get there in the first place. And how did she remembered her name? Well, she found the photo of her father with her family (with her original her) in a portrait laying on one of the places around the base. The little girl that was in the picture (her) seemed familiar but couldn't place it, a letter was sticking behind the photo. Maria took it in her hands and it said:

"To my dear daughter:

I'm sorry I wasn't the best father in the world. I know what I did is bad (especially what I did to my other daughter), but I want you to keep going without me and moving foward. I hope you have the best of luck out there! I will always love you like your mother and sister... Be brave, be happy, be who you wanna be!

P.S: If you find your sister, please tell her that I am sorry for having abandoned her and that I always loved her. Sorry to you both...

Goodbye, Maria"

When she was about to leave the base, she stopped by a glass mirror and realized that she was nude! She looked around for some clothes to put on and found an old, burnt and worn out (but still wearable) lab coat. When she inspected herself closer to the mirror, she could tell that the little mouse girl in the picture looked a lot like her, so that's how Maria remembered her name. After that she left the building which was destroyed by the explosion.

And now she is travelling around Mobius, trying to recognize who she really is and to discover her true purpose, having a new life ahead and a whole new world to explore.

The End

[nomoregoldfish]

Imagine saving Amado from a cartel fight & him returning favor later (1/2)

Set in 2x09, besides the DEA squad, other cartels also have the motive to interfere the 70 tons shipment. Amado's in danger, and it’s up to you to save him. P.S. I’m really curious about how he got the scar breaking his brow. Read more Imagine Amado here.

You're a cashier working at the nearest gas station next to the cartel's new airport in Juaréz. 

During one of your night shifts, an injured man rushes in and asks for first-aid kit. His head's bleeding, looks really scary.

You recognize the man even with blood stain on his face. Because you're a natural observer. You watch people come and go every single day. Of course you're gonna notice someone new with weird accent who frequently drives by.

He usually keeps things simple, always paying cash, maybe picking a pack of Marlboro or two.

As more workers come by, you quickly learn there's a new large construction site nearby, more trucks, more people, which are good for the business.

It's not long before you connect the dots and find out the new guy is sort of in charge of construction site, and it's cartel business. He must be someone important. 

Bit by bit, with rumors and other intelligence you gather, you learn his name (including a stupid nickname), his position, etc. What can you say, policemen also need to fill up gas and they love gossip whenever they have a break.

"WTF are you staring at? Bring me the fucking bandage." He'd probably think you're terrified being held at gunpoint. But you have other plans.

You tear his black shirt apart, making a strip to wrap up the wound on his forehead as fast as you can.

"You don't have time for that. Your black Chevrolet is still outside, whoever messes up your handsome face will be here soon. Listen, I don't want to be some cartel war casualty. You can pull the trigger right now but it wouldn't help. You need to go..."

He stops you, "You're not stupid, uh? Very good. You think whoever chases me would spare you when they see the blood drops leading to your counter, even if I were gone? They'd burn this dinky place to the ground then what'd happen to your pretty face?"

Amado Carrillo Fuentes has a point, a good one. He's really lived up to his street reputation, the fucking brain of the cartel. You're not disappointed. 

The man in black quickly comes up with a plan. And you're gonna the one who execute it.

"You're narcos, right? No need to feel guilty. I do it to save my own life." You tease him when you cut your finger for more blood drops, making it look like the wounded man stumbles into the stockroom at the back. Yet the man himself hides beneath your counter. It's a very awkward posture with his long legs in such a narrow space.

Basically you have the second most powerful man in Juaréz on his knees, willingly. 

"Wait a second." You run out to his car, tossing things out, breaking windows.

"You enjoy making a real mess with my car, don't you? You little shit." Amado half-jokes.

"Oh, señor, I just stick to your plan." You wink at him. In the moment of life and death, you appreciate Amado's sense of humor.

You ask why he doesn't call backup, joking that he'd better have plan b, even plan c, in case you screw up.

"I'd not have ended up here facing your pussy if I had plan b. Lots of local knuckleheads rattled after... Acosta died, you know him, right?" The tall man explains from below, his fucking nose is technically inches away from your private part.

The Gulf cartel guys are easy to spot with their noisy pickups. With half a dozen armed guys approaching, you can only pray that they are as dumb as Amado mentioned.

You start playing this innocent, helpless, terrified little girl who works at the gas station. You show them Amado's car, then the empty stockroom with more blood stains. 

"The gringos took him! They searched his car, and yelled where are the 70 tons of something. Please, please, don't hurt me. I swear to God, I don't know what they're talking about. They kept asking the 70 tons. Then they grabbed him to their car, giving me a 20 to keep my mouth shut." 

You even have a crumpled dollar bill ready in the pocket to show them. It's so intense, you can feel Amado's heavy breath underneath your miniskirt. The peril and heat make adrenaline pump into your blood. Both of your lives depends on how well you lie.

One guy that seems to be their leader is skeptical. But after another guy whispers something in his ear, he signals other men to lower their weapons. 

You pretend sobbing, shivering, like you're really scared. And the Gulf guys eventually buy it after their search turns to nothing.

The Gulf cartel jerks are GONE.

You close up. Then help Amado get up, he's turning pale due to the loss of blood. You manage to hold him to the stockroom, make him rest on the broken sofa.

You wish you could enjoy straddling Amado while him being topless for a little longer. 

Not now. You carefully clean his wound. It'd leave a long scar on his brow but fortunately it's not a deep cut. 

Amado makes almost no noise when you stitch him up, only grabbing your thighs involuntarily. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"No worries." You smile, "You'll be ugly for about six months, then you'll be back in the game." 

You pat him on his wounded face. Fuck, Amado's still a good-looking man.

"Muchas gracias. You're amazing out there." Amado's big hands are still on your bare thighs, "Since you already know who I am, let me know what you want, I'll return the favor. You know, with all the money from the 70 tons."

You laugh, joking that the more cartel secrets him telling you, the more quickly he'd get you killed.

When things finally settle that night, you drive Amado to his place.

On the road, you can't help but ask him why he looked sad earlier when he mentioned Acosta.

"Now you wanna learn more cartel secrets?" He jokes if you're one of the poor peasants Acosta paid for school or your mama's knee surgery. Maybe it's what you and him just went through, the tough guy becomes a bit soft. Amado starts telling you the stories between the new guy and el jefe of Juaréz cartel.

"Former jefe," You correct him.

Amado's caught off guard. You probably shouldn't say anything about the biggest drug lord in the state, you continue anyway, "Now you only need to take out one guy. How do I know Rafael Aguilar Guajardo? The police's been taking from us for years."

Amado leaves you his gold chain, promises he'll be back. You snatch his favorite sunglasses hanging on the chain. Put them on, wave him goodbye.

"Not cool, you little thief!"

[ladybugsfanfics]

Shut Up And Kiss Me [11/?]

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Style: Multichapter

WC: 2k

Warnings: mention of blackout, exstreme awkwardness, 

Summary: You and Professor Hiddleston have been colleagues for many years now, and through those years the hatred for each other has only grown. Now, as a new school year starts, you’re being told that you have to share a classroom or a class. Neither are happy about the outcome, but knowing you’ll never come to an agreement, you let the class choose for you. Team-teaching is rare in 2019, but it is a lot harder to do when you can’t stand the person you’re doing it with. 

A/N: aaaa, i have been so absent, I know. This has taken forever, but now I can promise you I’m gonna be back. Not only will this, hopefully be updated more often (I have inspiration), but I also got like a ton of writing mojo (wrote 4k words yesterday) and a Loki!Piarate au is soon done and i have other shits, my requests are becoming easier though turns out they’re getting long. Anyways, I hope this can please you and I hope to be able to post more in the coming time. I love you all so much ^_^ P.S. it’s close to christmas and a christmas party... ;)

Previous | Seires Masterlist | Part Twelve

You can’t place the feeling. Not really. All you know is that something feels… off. Wrong. 

It’s Sunday, three days since halloween and you met Emma’s friends. Even though that was fun and all, the night could have been better had you stuck with the people you know. Not only would you be able to continue to get Tom being nice (which had your heart race a mile a minute), but you could also, maybe, have more fun seeing as you wouldn’t panic everytime you said something. 

However, three days later, something feels off. You’re not even sure if it has anything to do with Halloween (if it has anything to do with Tom lending you his coat because you were barely dressed in your costume),  or if it has something to do with the fact that you have no recollection of what you did last night. 

All you know is that something is not as it should be. 

You try to shake off the feeling and reach for your phone, where it lies on your nightstand. The clock on it reads 07.39 AM and you curse your annoying drunk self for always making sure you wake up early―it’s not that you go to bed early, no rather late actually (like you gotta stay up ‘til at least 3 AM), but more that whenever you do get drunk, you actually fall asleep right away and you actually sleep. Maybe that’s the cure. 

Despite wanting to continue your slumber, you decide to get up. Maybe you can figure out what’s giving you this feeling of something being amiss. 

One slightly wrong, though not that surprising, thing lies on your couch. Y/BFF/N has their face half planted in one of your pillows, though the angle works for them to breathe. One arm hangs loosely off the couch and their legs have tangled themselves in a blanket, where one is thrown over the back of the couch. You have no idea how that can be comfortable, and you bet they’ll tell you how much they regret it when they wake up. 

Yet, you know that’s not the feeling that haunts you. Seeing your best friend crashing on your couch is not a rare sight, though it is becoming rarer as time passes. 

Nothing is amiss in your apartment. Everything where you left it when you went out last night, even the now half-full bottle of wine you opened before leaving that sits on your countertop. 

The mystery continues, but the answers are not in your apartment. One thing’s for sure, you’re not about to go out and find out. 

Before you decide to check any messages or notifications, you find a glass, fill it with water and down it in seconds. Pulling your head back you become aware of the ache in it, and with the water helping you clear your mind a little, the pounding slowly creeps into a loud drum. 

Okay, so you’re not getting away from being hungover. Good to know. 

Not being able to focus with the drums really taking off in your head, you rush to the bathroom and find aspirin. You take two and swallow them with another glass of water. It’s gonna take a little while before they help so you slide down the bathroom wall and sit there to let yourself ease into the beating that keeps interrupting your thoughts. 

It feels like it takes forever, but when you check the clock, the pounding starts to wind down a little after more or less fifteen minutes. You don’t have the energy to get up from the warmth of the bathroom floor, so you continue to sit as you open your phone. 

You have three snaps, five messenger texts, two texts and eleven missed phone calls. The phonecalls belong to three people; three from Tom (your heart skips a beat at the thought that he thinks of you), six from Benedict, and surprisingly, two from Chris. 

The two texts are one message of having voicemails (three), and one message from Tom; I heard from Benedict. He’s worried, are you okay? - Tom. You ignore it, making a note to reply and listen to the voicemails after checking messenger and snap. 

It takes three seconds to regret checking snap. Two of the snaps are from people you have no idea who are, but who you probably added last night. The last one is a video of you from Y/BFF/N embarrassing yourself to the nth degree on the dance floor. You know they saved it, and you know there is no point in asking to delete it―no matter what, you know they won’t post it anywhere. 

In a state of shock, checking messenger becomes more automated that anything else. You read the messages; one with a similar name to one of the snap usernames that you ignore and delete the friend request seeing as the message itself is not one you want; one that’s from a groupchat with you, Y/BFF/N and another mutual friend that you don’t see that often as they live abroad, but whom you trust fully and therefore has replied to your drunk texts about wanting to fuck a certain person whose name shall not be mentioned; three texts from Chris asking what’s going on, if you’re okay and if there’s anything he can do to help. You only reply to Chris’s by asking why he wonders, saying yes and asking him if he knows anything about what happened last night―you do not admit to having no memory of the evening. 

Waiting for a reply you listen to the voicemails. All three are from Benedict; one he sounds mad in, one he sounds worried in, and one he threatens to call the police and tell them that you’re missing and that you might be in danger―it feels a little weird not knowing if that actually happened. 

You sigh, blowing your hair so it falls in your face. Well, well, gotta keep searching. 

In the living room, Y/BFF/N lies in the same position as before. You ignore them, instead focusing on the low rumble from your stomach. 

Hopefully, some food will help clear the mystery. 

The food itself doesn’t help. However, the replies from Chris does. 

Chris: asking because you seemed very drunk and i wanted to know you’re okay, good that you are, and no, i don’t know since you never really gave me anything to go on

You: okay, well, there are no other messages between us, anything I did to alert you??

Chris: uhh, no, actually it was Tom that called me

You: Tom?? Hiddleston?? The dude who I teach with?? 

Chris: yeah… i was surprised too, maybe talk to him?

You: yeah, im gonna 

Of course, that’s what you tell Chris. You know, with every ounce of your body, that you will not pick up the phone and either text or call him because you know that that would be the death of you. 

You will wait, as long as you can, to ask Tom why he called Chris. The thought of it alone just has that feeling of wrongness expand. You shake it off, put away your phone and return your attention to your food. 

 --

Going into work on Monday is not on your list of fun activities, but it is something you have to do. You suppose it would have been on your list of fun if not for the looming conversation you need to have with a certain professor. 

It takes little time after your first class to meet him. Usually, your schedules don’t coincide but you guess the universe isn’t on your side today. 

“Hi.” Tom purses his lips and puts his hands in his pockets. 

You nod. “Hi.”

“How was your weekend?” he asks. 

“It was good,” you say and nod. “You know what, I can’t really talk right now. Catch you later?” You shoot him a pained smile and hurry away before Tom can answer. There is no way you’ve ever been in a more awkward situation (and the worst part is that you don’t even know what it is that made it awkward―what the fuck did you say?!). 

You try not to think too hard about it as you make your way back to your office. With two hours of office time, you can get back to focusing on your research project and get your mind off Saturday night and your possibly very embarrassing utterance to Tom. 

God, what the fuck did you say?

It takes a solid five minutes for your mind to rush back to what’s been circling around the last twenty-four hours. 

“Okay, you know what?” you say out loud to the silence of your office. It does not reply back. However, in the need to say it out loud, you act as if it did. “I have to just ask. I’m gonna go to wherever he currently is and I’m gonna ask what I said and I’m gonna cut right to the chase and it’s gonna be alright. It’s gonna be okay. It’s probably not as bad as I think it is.” 

However, you don’t get up. It’s like you’re glued to your chair and no matter how much the nerves in your brain tells your legs to get up, they don’t move. 

For two hours, you just sit there. Almost so you’re late to class even. 

 --

“We’re doing a what?” 

Both you and Tom frown at Dean McHallan who, though with a slight roll of his eyes, nods. “You’re going to a conference in Scotland. I know it’s sudden and it seems weird, but they specifically asked for you two to speak.”

You raise a brow. “They asked for us to speak about what exactly? Do I have to prepare some kind of presentation or something now because, honestly, I’m not ready for that.” 

“They asked for you both to speak on team-teaching creative writing. They wanted input from your students as well so during the week now, ask them some questions that you can quote them on. And they wanted you, Y/N, to speak on your research project as they find it interesting and they weirdly enough hadn’t thought about it before. They would love to hear how you’re going about it.” 

Your mind races as you nod along to his words. What are you supposed to do? Say no, nope, you can’t do that. You literally have no choice because he’s already said you’re going and McHallan makes the final decisions and he also knows neither of you really have anything that important going on currently. 

“Okay, I guess we’re going to Scotland next week.” You’ve always wanted to go so maybe it’s an opportunity you should take anyway. 

“It’s settled then. Tom?”

The literature professor nods. “I can’t argue with your reasoning so I guess we’re going. I have some inquiries. Accomodations? Travel? Food? And when?”

McHallan hands each of you a piece of paper. “You will be in the same hotel, though different rooms. I think they’ll be just across from each other or something. You’ll fly there on wednesday morning, together, and have all wednesday evening to settle in and make the last preparations and so on. Food will be accounted for unless you eat above budget. There are breakfast and dinner included at the hotel, and lunch is served with the conference. If you eat anything outside of that it will be out of your own pocket. The schedule for the conference is on the back of that paper and the information you need about your flights just under there.”

You nod, going over the paper as McHallan talks and making different mental notes. Some of those make no sense, and one of them is ‘get trapped somewhere so you have to ask Tom what you did on Saturday’, though you’re afraid that one might be the hardest one to see through with.

[camillemontespan]

the wedding date [AU. drake walker]

Just a short thing I started, might not continue this, but think this could be like a romcom fic. I watched a film with the babe that is Dermot Mulroney last night and was reminded of the Wedding Date. So.. this fic is inspired by that. 

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‘She’s getting married.’

Liam and Leo both blinked in shock as they digested Drake’s words. His voice was despondent. Sighing, he crumpled up the invitation with gold lettering and threw it to the centre of the table. 

‘Dude.. are you okay?’ Leo asked. 

Drake shrugged. ‘Yeah. It was expected, you know? I knew she had a boyfriend.’

‘True but it’s only been six months..’ Liam interjected. 

‘Must be true love then, heh,’ Drake replied, trying to make light of it. ‘Something I couldn’t offer her.’ 

The three of them were sat in a bar on the corner of East 62nd Street. It was Saturday and their ‘guys day’ which had promised to consist of beer and football had become overshadowed by Drake’s announcement that his ex-girlfriend was engaged. 

Kiara had wanted to be the bigger person and invite Drake, her ex-boyfriend. 

Drake wished she hadn’t. 

‘Are you gonna go?’ Liam asked. 

‘Fuck no,’ Drake said. ‘Why would I want to put myself through that? The pitying looks. The awkward small talk The champagne. Ugh, fuck that.’ 

Leo smirked. ‘Maybe you could bring a date. Show her that you don’t care.’

‘I’m not even going to consider that,’ Drake said dryly. He gestured to the bartender and asked for another glass of whiskey. ‘Make it a double.’

Liam reached out to open the crumpled invitation. 

‘His name is Gabriel. Like the angel,’ he said, reading its contents. ‘Ooh they’ve hired the Plaza for the wedding venue. Champagne reception and canapes. How fancy.’ 

‘Just like her,’ Drake said quietly. ‘She always liked that shit.’

Leo and Liam grimaced. They knew that Drake and Kiara had been ill-matched from the very beginning. Why the two of them were ever together, they would never know. 

Kiara was the daughter of a diplomat. She studied at an Ivy League university - Princeton- and worked as a translator.  She loved fine wine, travel documentaries and designer clothes. 

Drake was the son of a security guard - his father passed away when he was fourteen and his mother abandoned him soon after. He didn’t go to university, instead working in bars when he was legally of age. He loved whiskey, boxsets and denim shirts. He had never worn anything designer in his life.

But that was just the superficial stuff. The flaws in their relationship ran deeper than materialism. Drake was often happy to go to dive bars and wind away the hours with a bottle of whiskey. He was fine with his life; not totally happy because who genuinely was, but he was fine. He liked living in New York and seeing his friends. He liked going outdoors on hikes, but Kiara didn’t. She wasn’t one for outdoor activities; she liked her creature comforts. 

It had stemmed from their sexual attraction. They had locked eyes one night at the bar Drake worked. It was an up-market place and Kiara had been sat with her friends on a tall chair, her lithe legs crossed with her dress riding up her thigh. As Drake poured a glass of wine, Kiara’s gaze was fixed on him and he found that he couldn’t look away. 

She was petite. Dark skin, black hair, flirty smile. 

They went back to hers. Drake had picked her up and pinned her against the wall of the hallway, enjoying the groans she made as he kissed her neck. His hands had raked through her hair and pulled at her designer dress, revealing the lace black lingerie she wore underneath. 

Kiara liked kink, Drake gradually found out. When they became official, she introduced new things to the bedroom that Drake loved. He loved that she liked bondage. He loved that she liked sex toys. He loved that she would walk to his apartment dressed in only a trench coat and heels, untying her coat when he let her inside, so the trench fell to the floor and revealed her nude form. 

But it wasn’t enough. 

Kiara wanted to commit. Like, really commit. She wanted a ring on her finger and declarations of love. 

But Drake didn’t love her. It wasn’t her fault; the fact was that Drake Walker had never loved anyone. He didn’t know how to. 

In the end, she left. 

And he wasn’t surprised. 

Because everyone left Drake in the end. What was one more person?

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‘I’ve signed you up.’

Drake frowned at Liam. ‘Signed me up for what?’

‘Dating,’ Liam replied, holding up his phone. 

‘Oh fuck off, Li,’ Drake groaned. ‘I don’t need a girlfriend-’

‘Not a girlfriend,’ Liam interrupted. ‘Just something casual.’

‘Why?’

Liam picked up the invitation. ‘Because you were with Kiara for two years,’ he said. ‘She meant something to you. She’s invited you to her wedding. Clearly, she wants to make amends. Why not?’

‘Sounds like hell if you ask me,’ Leo said, tossing back a glass of scotch. ‘Why would he want to do that? Attend his ex’s wedding while she laughs and kisses her new husband, revelling in her new status as a constant ball and chain? Sounds like a fucking blast.’

Drake smirked. ‘Exactly.’

‘Look, you can bring a date to this!’ Liam protested. ‘You can show you have moved on. You can look like a good guy, going to her wedding to wish her well.’

‘Liam, no random girl is going to go to a wedding with a guy she’s just met,’ Drake told him. 

Liam shot him a mischevious smile. ‘Not these girls.’

Drake grabbed his phone. ‘What the fuck have you done?’

Plus1.com. 

‘What the fuck is plus1.com?’ Drake asked, horrified. Leo let out a laugh but lapsed into silence when Drake gave him a death stare. 

Liam smiled. ‘It’s a website for people who are looking for dates for events they’ve been invited to. Your profile is shared around agencies until a girl messages you. Hence, plus one. It’s online dating for those who don’t actually want to date! The girl finds you, so it’s not creepy as it’s all in the girl’s court,  and you meet up, talk about the wedding, and then you go to said wedding. Easy.’

‘I could just stay home,’ Drake replied. ‘That’s the other option. Less hassle. Makes more sense. I can just get drunk on whiskey and watch porn.’ 

‘That sounds fucking excellent,’ Leo quipped, raising his glass. ‘Cheers to that!’ 

Liam looked from Leo to Drake with a look of dismay on his face. ‘You both are disgusting.’

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Liam had emailed Drake the login details for plus1.com. The username Liam had chosen for Drake was ‘GrumpyMarshmallow’ and the profile picture was of the three of them at another bar. Drake was going to delete his profile as soon as he got home. He didn’t want to have that abomination online for another minute. 

Drake got home at 2am. He lived in a dingy studio apartment over a liquor store, which Leo thought was the best location for an apartment, which meant that Drake would have to move at some point. Anything Leo approved of was bad thing. 

He got undressed and pulled on his check pyjama bottoms. Sitting up in bed with his laptop balanced on his lap, Drake pulled up the plus1 website. He cringed at the profile Liam had made for him. 

My name’s Drake Walker. I’m 28 years old, single -obviously- and live in New York. I like whiskey, hiking, reading and 80s rock (don’t judge). I’m fun company, if a little sarcastic and dry to begin with, but I swear, once you get to know me, I’m not all bad.  I’ve been invited to my ex’s wedding and I don’t want to go. My friends have suggested I try this. It’s a champagne reception and canapes. I can’t stand champagne or canapes. Emotional support will be needed. 

Ugh god, he needed to delete this asap. 

He was trying to find the Settings option when he saw that he had a message. It would probably be those ‘Welcome to hell!’ intro messages for new users. 

It wasn’t.

The profile picture was of a girl. She had dark hair, caramel skin and was posing in front of a white wall. It looked like a polaroid for a model on a go-see. Drake thought this started to look suspicious. Maybe Liam had missed the small print? 

‘Hey there,’ her message began. 

‘‘Ugh champagne and canapes, really? But hey, problem shared is a problem halved, right? 

P.S. whiskey on the other hand.. 

-Camille. ‘

Drake stared at the screen. What was he supposed to do with that? 

Delete the fucking profile. 

She was pretty.

Delete the fucking profile.

Was she flirting with him?

Delete the fucking profile.

But then, he could go to the wedding and show Kiara that he was fine. He was doing good. He had a babe on his arm. He didn’t need Kiara. He had.. Camille. Camille who liked whiskey. 

Delete the fucking profile.

Drake thought of Kiara kissing her new husband while everyone looked at him with pity. 

Drake thought of staying home to drink whiskey and watch porn. 

Drake clicked on the message and began to type. 

[venus-says]

Aikatsu on Parade! Episode 10

The sheer power that emanates from this picture is incredible. Also Yoko Hikasa, lots of Yoko Hikasa.

I had my hopes low for this episode seeing how unpleased I was with how last week's episode went, but I think all shows I cover were united this week in order to make me a less hateful human being and following the trend, this episode was pretty awesome.

I have only two, maybe three, complaints to make this week, which is something very hard for Aikatsu seeing how harsh I'm with this series for some reason.

The first thing I don't like is the thing that follows my weekly trend. If we HAD TO have three performances in this episode couldn't we've got a single Love MeTear performance followed by either a performance by Hime or Alicia (maybe even a collab of both of them)? Nothing against Nice na to Meet you and Karen's song about Go!Pri but c'mon, if we had no way over the three performances quota I'd rather if we had a chance to see all the top idols performing on an episode. But oh well, that's not really a big deal this time.

My other problem, funny enough, relates to one of my problems with Star Twinkle this week being how abrupt, sudden, and a bit disconnected this felt from the main story-line. How did LMT meet Elza and Mizuki? If I stretch I can see they knowing Mizuki since LMT spent a period in the OGkatsu world, but what about Elza and Hime? How did that happen? Speaking of Elza, it seems like they really don't know if they want to make her a full bitch or just someone with a strong personality yet because she's back to her "softer" side from the Stars' finale here rather than the total bitch she was last episode.

But none of that really matters because this was THE episode to massage the fans who like the senpais/rivals more than the actual protagonists, aka me.

There was no moment in this episode that didn't get me squeaking like a 14 years old in line to see a concert by their favorite artist. Mirai, as easygoing and as fun as ever. Karen, sounding such as a real mom talking about her students and being just lovely. Hime was being a complete princess. It was fun as hell seeing Hibiki and Elza doing the same scenes together and I wish I was a bug in the recording booth to see Yoko Hikasa dubbing this episode and going back-and-forth between the two of them. Alicia sadly got the shaft here and didn't do a lot. But damn Mizuki... ah, Mizuki I love you so much.

I was completely sure this was going to be just a fan-service episode that wouldn't have anything on it, but the writers of this show are kinda smart sometimes and they made a huge throwback to the OG series and out of nowhere Mizuki was able to give Raki a lesson about not relying on luck alone to achieve your goals. Now, I don't know if this is going to stick since Raki is always fluctuating and is hard to pinpoint if she's really learning anything from these experiences, or if she just pretends to listen for a couple of days before she deletes the info of her brain and gets back to her usual self, or if she just has a very short attention span and should see a doctor before she gets in trouble, but it was still nice to see Mizuki passing her knowledge to the new generation. I'm still confused if they went back to Starlight and had the talk or if Karen has an exact replica of the Mizuki spot on her house, but that's not important.

I really like the idea of the New World Fest, and I think that's what was on everyone's wishlist for on Parade and I'm particularly very excited about it. But I have two concerns: 1, this seems more like a season finale event; and 2, they say the climax will be on Christmas which means this will probably last only two episodes. Now, I fully understand that this is probably happening now since Mizuki's VA is going to the UK to study next year so it would be harder for her to record bigger appearances on a later moment of the season, but I can't deny that it worries me a little. BTW, Minako worked with Yoko on Symphogear before and that's another studio recording I'd love to be a bug to watch (I know Maria and Saint-Germain didn't have that many interactions, but still. LET ME DREAM).

The highlight of the episode was definitely the Take Me Higher performance and there's only one word to describe all my feeling for this live: OOF! Seriously, that made me so happy, I can't even put it on words. I know some people didn't like the Mizuki, Elza, Hibiki version, I know people had problems with the effects and everything, but I really loved it to death and I almost cried during the first time I watched it. Yes, a lot of people have problems with the sexy idols, especially the ones on a "senpai/legend" role, I have my fair share of them too, but I love my purple girls, and a Mizuki x Elza X Hibiki collab was the thing I wanted the most out of this show, and it was pretty decent so I'm more than happy with it. Yes, the coords don't match but who cares? Mizuki's LPR is GORGEOUS, Hibiki's coord is my favorite JLR, Elza's top looks awkward but it fits with the rest of her outfit, so everything is kay here. Yeah, Mizuki's voice is a bit overpowering, but it was also in the original version so... what's your point? Am I being way too biased and sounding a bit aggressive here? Definitely. Do I care? No. I love this performance and I'll stand by it till my death. (I really love when Yoko hits hard in the "dakishimete" part, it doesn't fit what she previously did for Hibiki in her songs but it's gorgeous. Also, nothing against Risa but I wish she had done Elza's parts as well just to get more of that)

The preview for next week promises beautiful drawings and some exciting comebacks and collaborations. I really wish we get to see a Seira x Rola stage, but I know is unlikely, probably the only new stage we'll get will be Akari and Yume's duet and all other performances for the fest will be reused lives from past seasons, but Akari x Mirai's Identity got me hopeful that they can throw some curveballs and make surprise stages for us so fingers crossed for this one.

These were my thoughts on Aikatsu, sorry if I went a bit overboard. XD Let me know what you think in the comments below, and I'll see you all next time. Bye-bye~

P.S.: After this shot now my headcanon is that Tamaki was promoted to be the headmistress of Star Harmony and nothing can make me change my mind.

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Chapter One: The Interview

At long last, ladies and gentlemen, I give you a very rough draft of the first chapter of (Im)Mortal! I hope you enjoy~

p.s I promise it looks better in docs💀🤦🏽‍♀️

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       Mallory and I were over my cousin Cassidy’s house one weekend, working on a project that neither of us like and only Cassidy had experience with. We were in Cas’ room when Mallory shot up from Cas’ bed and looked at me with a huge grin on her face. “Hey bruh, let’s do something while we wait on Chef.”

The smile on her face told me that whatever she was planning had to be worth getting into trouble. “What is it my bold and bored friend?”

“Let me interview you.”

“Seriously? Right now?”

“Yeahp. Just tell me your life story…okay maybe not, like, yo whole life but the um...most eventful? Yeah we’ll go with that.”

I shook my head and laughed. “Wooow, okay then. Should I include Skyla or nah?”

“Was the meeting eventful?”

“I found her in the woods. She liked me. I liked her. Then she became my precious baby lamb.”

“Save it for our next interview. It’ll be our pet edition.”

“Alright, cool. Ssoooo...how am I starting this off?”

Mallory rolled her eyes and tossed one of Cas’ pillows at me. “Witcha name ya dumb duck!”

“Rruuuuuude. ...But what about her?”

She sat quietly on the bed, thinking about the question. “Ummm...I don’t know? Just roll with it I guess?” She took her phone out and started recording me as I fidgeted around on the floor messing with our dying project.

“Okay then, here goes nothing.” I took a deep breath to relax myself. “Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down and I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I became the demon of a town called Easthaven.”

“Okay, Will, let’s get it then!” She said laughing.

My name is Helouise. I was born with clay-red skin, eyes the color of golden topazes, and raven black hair. I’ve been told a few times that ‘Helouise’ wasn’t supposed to be my name, but ‘ELouise’ instead to kinda match my mom’s name ‘Ellen’. So whoever wrote my name on my birth certificate misheard her completely. Lucky for them I had a great grandmother with that name. So my whole name is ‘Helouise Nevaeh Piercemen’, which I think is kinda amusing. My middle name, ‘Nevaeh’, is ‘Heaven’ spelled backwards.

         Growing up I was known as the ‘Problem Child’, as most other parents called me. I honestly was a hot-headed little girl. Whenever I would throw a tantrum, my parents would often give me ‘soothing potions’ calm me down. To some parents’ disbelief, I wasn’t as spoiled as they thought I might’ve been. My parents raised me just as like any other parents would raise their own children (just a little bit overprotective), but I didn’t feel as if they actually loved me all the time. So I would call them ‘Mother’ and ‘Father’ to irritate them often. It didn’t bother them much as I had hoped though, they just laughed it off.

“Pfft, but why would you do that?” Mallory asked through her giggles.

“Bruh I don’t know! I was an evil lil shit I guess.” I said laughing with her.

         When I first started school in fourth grade, all the other kids there just stared or stayed away from me. I could tell that they were afraid of me. I was afraid of them too honestly. I was homeschooled at first, and had never been to a school before until then. Someone had talked my parents into thinking that I should go out and make friends, prove to people that I’m not as weird or awkward as they thought I was. So, I was just as scared of my classmates as they were of me. I wasn’t wearing my shades back then, so I believe that it was mostly the color of my eyes that either scared people away or was the reason I got bullied a lot. No one stood up for me except my new teacher Ms. Wrangler. The old one mysteriously disappeared one day and she was there the next day. She was always there to comfort and protect me from the other kids, she was the nicest person to me in to whole school. She had always made me feel special at the end of the day, telling me that I had nothing to worry about as long as I stayed with her. On days when I didn’t eat in the cafeteria, she would go out and buy me food to eat and we’d eat in the classroom together. She would even buy me things ‘just because’, and told me not to tell anyone. I really liked her, I felt more love from her than I did either of my parents, so I did what I was told. Then one day she told me that she wanted to take me somewhere special and that I would need permission from my parents to go. So, she handed me a slip saying that the class was going to the local science museum.

On the day of the ‘field trip’, we didn’t go to the science museum. She took me to a park outside of town and said that we were going on a nature walk. Whenever she looked at me, I thought it was funny that her eyes had changed from their normal bright blue color to red, but I was young and didn’t know better. Later that evening she said that today was going to be my last day with her. I didn’t understand what she meant and couldn’t ask, somehow I had blacked out after that. All I remember after that is waking up in my dad’s car, being held tightly by my mom with her crying ‘I won’t…not again’, then I went back to sleep.  We moved from our first home later that week with the help of my uncle. I tried asking them what happened to my teacher, but all they would say was ‘We’ll explain it when you’re older’.

After being homeschooled again for a few years, and after being told some strict rules and to never take off my shades for anyone, I was allowed back into school. I was in high school by then, and I was lucky enough to make a few friends, even though others continued to stare and judge me whenever they thought I wasn’t around or couldn’t hear them, but I didn’t care as much as I did when I was little. So I thought things were finally looking up for me. Then again, what would high school be without a few surprises?

         One day while I was in biology class, I was called into the office and was told that my dad was coming to pick me up.  Since it was close to Christmas break, I thought we were taking an early vacation, but as soon as my dad got there and we made it to the hospital, all thoughts of any vacations were gone. For fourteen years, I’ve been alone and gotten used to being an only child, then my parents decided to go and add a new kid in the mix. I was never fond of the thought of having a sibling, let alone a sister, and this one caught me by surprise. I never noticed mama’s stomach getting big (even though she was a ‘stay at home mom’) and they never told me. They said that they wanted to surprise everyone. When I first saw the baby, she had deep blue eyes and rosy cheeks, and small tufts of hair that looked so shiny at the time they thought it was golden. She was such a beautiful baby…I didn’t like her. I hated how normal and happy she looked. Then they told me her name. They named her Rose.

A beautiful name for a baby girl. Was I so ugly when I was born that my parents let me have an ugly name? I thought to myself. Is she even that pretty to deserve a name like that?

I was so angry that I started to hate Rose. She looked normal and they gave her a normal name, and the way that they were looking at her, with so much love and affection, made me hate her even more. Mama tried giving Rose to me, but I didn’t take her. I was too angry. Then my dad rushed over to me, held me close while brushing my hair back, and told me to calm down before I set off the alarms. I pushed him away and ran out the room, I ran into the nearest bathroom I could find and curled up in the corner of it and cried. I cried from the anger and from the feeling that my parents weren’t happy with me, let alone loved me. A moment later, my dad opened the door and peeped in. When he saw me, he came and hugged me, saying things like ‘We still love you’ and ‘We thought you’d be happy to have a little sister or brother’ and other things that I barely heard. Once I stopped crying, I noticed a burned hole on his jacket and asked how that happened. He laughed and said his stupid cigarette lighter button had been pressed earlier when he wasn’t paying attention. Daddy was a frequent smoker, so I believed him. He brought me back into mama’s freezing room. I still didn’t want to hold Rose, but I was curious about her cheeks. So I asked mama if I could touch them, and she said yes. I placed a finger on one of her cheeks and jumped back a little as she laughed at me. Rose’s cheeks were ice cold. She said that it was just the room, but it didn’t matter. I still didn’t like her, and I had already made up my mind that I wouldn’t have anything to do with her (as less as possible anyway).

The next surprise, which I’d like to call ‘The Train Wreck’, happened almost immediately after I turned sixteen a few months ago. The first thing was that Rose’s hair wasn’t blonde after all, but instead it was white like our dad’s hair. I figured that it was some genetic mutation like the color of me and Mama’s eyes. Another thing was that I actually kind of liked the idea of having a sister and I kinda liked her, even though she was a brat at times. The last thing happened one day after school. My parents, Rose, and I were meditating in the basement (well Rose was half-asleep holding her new, blueberry scented teddy bear). I was really thinking about the ugly sofa that Mama had bought last week. For the first time ever, I had a few friends coming over to study and hang out in a few days, and the first thing they would see when they came in would be that disgusting, over brightly dyed hippie couch. My parents needed a new couch, but couldn’t really afford one after they had redecorated Rose’s room. I knew and understood that, but the couch was so damn hideous that the neighborhood cat my parents like to let in every so often wouldn’t even piss on it.

There has to be a way to talk them into getting new couch! I’ll be embarrassed for life if my friends saw that hideous thing. They need to get rid of it! Uugh, I hate that stupid looking couch!

If you hate the couch as much as you say you do, then do something about it. I jolted my head up and scanned the room, but no one else was there other than my folks, so I thought that I was just imagining things. You’re not imagining it, I’m the…’other’ you, I’ve just woken up from a peaceful sleep. If you hate the couch then get rid of it.

What do you mean ‘the other me’? And just how am I gonna to get rid of it?

Haven’t you figured it out yet? The reason why you look the way you do. Don’t you think you were destined to do something great in your life? I’m the…’special’ side of you. An active subconscious, if you like. We’re a special girl Helouise. Did you know that we can manipulate fire?

“I can do what?!” I blurted out. Mom and Dad looked at me with startled faces and Rose fell over backwards. I quickly apologized and went back to trying to meditate.

The subconscious giggled. Of course we can, all you have to do is concentrate on the couch, speed up the molecules, and imagine it bursting into flames… or something along the lines like that at least.

I don’t think that’s a good idea. I mean, what if instead of burning the couch I, and I hope it doesn’t happen, burn down the house?

What do you have to lose? Our parents got the extended warranty or whatever on it anyway and if something does happen to it, they have the money to get a new one! You could even convince them to get something better than that. And what if the house burns down? It’ll be even better since you’ll be able to get a better house than this dump we’re in now. Besides, no one will get hurt in the process, we’re not that strong yet, promise~

I thought it over on what she said and decided to give it a shot. If she’s right then no one will get hurt and we’ll be getting a new couch. I wished that I was going crazy, but I hated the couch so much that I started imagining myself setting fire to it. It’d be a win-win for me if everything went ok. Minutes later, the smoke alarm went off. We rushed upstairs into the living room and saw that the sofa was on fire. Daddy rushed to get the fire extinguisher in the kitchen while Mama set Rose down and ran to the hallway to try and activate the sprinklers and yelled for me to watch Rose who was already stumbling towards the blazing couch. I, on the other hand, stood there watching in amazement.

See?! You did it! Don’t try to stop it now, just let the couch burn!

I can’t just let it burn! I’m gonna try to stop it now, it’s burned enough anyway. And besides, Rose will get hurt if she gets to close. I thought after I yanked Rose away from the couch and set her beside me.

Then let her burn too. You never liked her anyway; she’s nothing but a pest. Remember, she’s the one that replaced you and took what little love your parents had for you. It’ll be all over quickly if you push her into the fire. Just push her towards it and hold her there. She’ll be the only one being burned if that’s what you’re worried about. Haven’t you realized yet that temperature doesn’t affect you? So if you touch it, you won’t get burned genius.

Are you insane?! It doesn’t matter if I like the little brat or not, she’s my sister! I can’t kill her, Mama and Daddy would kill me if I did!

ONLY because you killed what was precious to them! Think about it: they don’t love you anymore, they don’t care about you, and you know it. That’s why they replaced you.  …Look at you, if you really couldn’t kill her like you said, then why are you slowly pushing her towards the fire?

I looked down to see that Rose was only inches away from the fire again, but it was me pushing her towards it. “Rose you little idiot!” I yanked her back again and took several steps back from the couch.

Why don’t you just go ahead and do it? You were almost there; she could’ve been dead by now! You can’t deny the fact that you want to kill her.

“Shut up and leave me alone!” I said loudly. Okay Helouise, just take some deep breaths, and concentrate on the fire…and don’t touch Rose. I concentrated on the fire on the sofa, and imagined the flames getting smaller. Then Mama and Daddy finally came back just in time to see that I was already making the fire go away. They stood there with a worried look for a moment, and then asked me calmly if I was the one who put the fire out.

“Yes, but I caused it too. The thing is I don’t know exactly how I did it, I just” -Maybe I shouldn’t tell them about the voice…maybe I’m just going insane- “I just thought about burning the sofa like the voice said at first and then making the fire small. But why did this have to happen in my junior year, just when everyone was thinking I was normal, just when they finally accepted me? Why am I hearing this cynical voice inside me head?!” I cried while looking at them. They told me that they knew I was going to have my powers fully awakened, just didn’t know when. Then they told me that I had fire-powers since I was young and that I just couldn’t remember them. Then I showed signs of it when I was about three and threw terrible tantrums. Then I remember the day that Rose was born, when Daddy was telling me about the alarms and came into the bathroom with the hole on his jacket, and then I became angry.

“So that day when Rose was born, tell me Father, what did you mean about the alarms? And what really happened to your jacket?” I asked looking directly at him. His face went from a calm expression to a shocked one as he mumble something about my eyes. “I didn’t ask about my eyes, tell me what really happened the day that Rose was born!” I yelled. He told me that when I was upset, my hair was slowly turning into flames and I was standing by some posters that were right under the smoke detector. Then he told me that when I pushed him away, I burned a hole through his jacket and almost his shirt. Then Mama started speaking, but I couldn’t hear her, my mind was too busy processing what I just heard. They lied to me, that’s why they kept giving me those potions when I was younger; they knew something was wrong about me from the very beginning! I’m just a weird accident to them; they never loved me enough to tell me the truth.

To be honest, they probably never really loved you at all. Why else do you think they had her Helouise? Don’t you remember how they were looking at her and how pretty she was?

I remembered how they were looking at Rose in that hospital room and became infuriated. That’s why they had another child, they never loved me, they probably never even wanted me in the first place, they wanted a normal, beautiful girl! Another little girl that they could truly love! I felt Rose trying to give me her teddy bear, but I was too angry and knocked it away from her and she began to cry.

“Helouise, look what you’ve done!” Mama called out rushing past me.

“So what if the stupid bear is burning?!” I cried wiping the tears from my face. “You two lied to me almost all my life and then tried to replace me with that stupid brat! And now all you care about is some stupid bear and-” I looked behind myself to point at Rose, but I stopped as mama rushed past me again with Rose in her arms, holding and kissing on her hand. I noticed a small burn mark on Rose’s wrist as she did. I just burned my sister. “Oh my god, I’m sorry! It was an accident, I swear!” I can’t believe I burned my little sister.

It felt good, didn’t it Helouise?

What did?

Setting things on fire, and of course, burning your sister. Feel a little proud of yourself, don’tcha?

…Just leave me alone.

I knew you’d enjoy that. You can’t hide it from me.

Will just go away already?!

Just think of how great you’d feel if you would just kill the lil brat already! It’d be fun, you’d-…wait a minute…do you smell that Helouise? It smells like we’re not the only one with magic in here. Helouise, we gotta have that power.

Suddenly my dad came up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t touch me!” I yelled, bumping into the hanging fern and causing it to burn too.  Then I moved away from him and the fern.

That’s it! That’s where the power is coming from! You can take his power for yourself if you touch him. Drain his power. That’s all it takes.

I do want that power. Why haven’t I noticed it before?

You never noticed because he knows how to conceal his power, and you couldn’t sense it, you didn’t know how to sense other people's magic. But now that I’m awake, we can sense other peeps magic a little!. All you have to do to get their power is drain it from them.

…I really do want that power; it smells sooo good. Whatever it is, I need that power.

Then drain him. I reached for my dad’s hand pretending to want to hold it for comfort. Kill Daddy for his magic. I drew my hand back quickly before grabbing his hand. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

ARE YOU CRAZY?! “Dad get away from me!”

 JUST KILL HIM!! 

“I can’t kill my Dad!” As bad as I wanted his power, I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t kill my own dad. He told me to calm down but I couldn’t. “Daddy, I just made our couch and our fern get on fire, and I burned my little sister and her bear! I can’t calm down! And look,” I pointed frantically towards the couch and the fern. “The couch is burning again and the fern is still on fire! I can’t control them!” I said panicking. He stepped towards me again with his hands out saying that everything was going to be ok.

He’s practically giving you his hands, just take them and kill him!!

“NO!!”

His power could be ours and we could be stronger!

“Daddy get back! I know you have powers I can smell it and the voice is trying to make me kill you for it and I’m trying not to so please just stay back!” We looked at the smoke alarm that finally went off and the built-in sprinklers turned on, but when I looked at the flames on the couch, nothing happened to the flames.

Quick! Do it now while he’s distracted!

“WILL YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?!” I shouted out flailing my hand out, pushing nothing away, and letting a fireball fly out of my once empty hands onto the faded blue curtains. Still the water from the sprinklers couldn’t make the fire die out. “See?! Even the water can’t put it out! What if the fire spread? What’s going to happen if the firefighters come and they can’t put it out? What if-” Then he swiftly approached me again and grabbed my shoulders, and an immense chill overcame me that caused my knees to buckle. Then he told me to calm down again, only more sternly. He told me that they know it was an accident.  It was their fault for not telling me about my magic sooner. He let me go and told me to look back at the couch. I looked at the smoldering couch and then turned quickly to see the burnt fern and the burnt curtain. He told me that I could do anything as long as I was calm. Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out his lighter and tossed it towards the couch. He said that if the firefighters did come, they‘d find that, so I could stop worrying about them trying to find out who did it or what would happen if they stayed to long.

I looked back towards the kitchen where my mom and Rose were coming from and saw she had put some of the homemade healing salve on Rose’s wrist. I looked back to my dad and he told me that everything would be all right, then Mama said that we would start practicing to control my emotions and magic tomorrow.

The next day, to make sure that Rose didn’t get hurt or learn about our magic ‘too early’, my parents called and told my grandmother, my dad’s mother, what happened and asked if she could keep Rose for a while. She agreed, and she when she came over she smelled the same way as daddy did; just slightly different, but definitely stronger. The same urge came over me to drain her too as she and my dad walked in the house, but mama held on to me, and told me to focus on her scent and to tell her what it smelled like. Then Granny looked over at us with disgust as Daddy showed her to Rose’s room, and to tell her what was going on. I could feel the anger building up as she glared at us, but Mama covered my eyes and nose and told me repeatedly to calm down as she rocked me. A moment after she did that, we could hear Rose crying upstairs. She wasn’t willing to leave at first, but soon they convinced her that it was only for a little while, and that she was going to have a lot of fun with our granny. So she left with her, and it was just me and my parents once.

Afterwards, my parents told me the truth. The whole truth. First, they told me about the color of my eyes. Mom said that everyone on her side, including me, had the exact same eyes and that we’re demons, and the voice I heard was actually my inner demon, like an active conscious of sorts, that was implanted, given, or something by our many great grandfather, Guidry. She also said that some demons were born with the natural instinct to kill, to be truly ‘evil’, and they were mostly always the ‘upper level’ ones, but for us it was different and she couldn’t exactly explain why. Daddy said he wasn’t a demon, but he wasn’t a witch (or warlock…wizard, whichever they classify themselves as) either, but he could subdue people with a single touch. They didn’t know about Rose yet, and only time would tell if she’s was going to grow up to be normal or like one of them. Then Mama told me what happened Ms. Wrangler, and why I had to start wearing shades in public. Ms. Wrangler was a demon too. Everyone on mama’s side of the family were being hunted by other demons. They feared that we would become over powerful or somehow immortal, so they would catch and take us to the Upper Council where we’d either die from enslavement or something else entirely. So for whatever reason Ms. Wrangler had tried to kidnap me for, the end result wasn’t going to be good.

When Mama noticed that my scent had gone outside the city, they came after me. They saved me and had to kill Ms. Wrangler and the other demons that was there, and that’s why we had to move. Then Mama started blaming herself for not going to meet the woman herself when she first came into town.

After that, she helped me to gain control of my new ability and to quiet the voice inside. They had me to train with my power everyday. Soon, I was able to create fires and make them go away at will. The voice was still there, but she didn’t talk as much after that.

But still my grandmother didn’t bring Rose back. Mama called and asked her why, then I heard her gasp from the kitchen and I went to see what happened. I watched her as she was listening to whatever Granny was saying, and then she finally said that she understood and hung up the phone. Mama never told me what happened, but only said that we could visit her whenever we wanted. I thought that Rose had either gotten really sick or this had somehow became a custody battle. Even though I never really liked the brat at times, it still hurt to hear that Rose wasn’t coming home, and it made me feel that with my power being ‘fully awakened’, my granny didn’t trust for me to be around her. I regretted being a demon at all that day despite what the voice said otherwise. I saw no point in having this power if it only caused my parents pain and having my sister taken away. I could tell that her not being able to come back home yet had broken their heart. Then I promised myself that when she comes back, I would be the best big sister ever.

         “Wow...just wow. Why didn’t you tell me all this before?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess I don’t like talking about it much.”

“Fair enough. Now just a few questions. Just two, I think, if you don’t mind ma’am?”

“Shoot.”

“You said that your Dad’s power had a scent? Is it just him or what?”

“Well, it’s more of a scent for him and not his magic? Like, I can smell it even when he’s not using it. And no, everyone has their own scent. I think I’m just now...paying attention to it? I mean, I probably noticed his and Mama’s scents before but never just...thought about it, if that makes sense?”

“Cool. So what’s my scent?”

“A sweet little cupcake.” I laughed as she groaned. “It’s not chocolate though, friend~”

“Thank you Jesus.” She mumbled. “Now, what about Rose? When was the last time you saw her?”

“We see each other everyday, sometimes Granny would bring her over, or we’d go over there to visit. Sometimes I don’t go though, cause I still don’t think she likes me.”

“That sucks. Do you still feel like you want to...you know, take their magic? Or anyone else’s?”

I shifted around the floor. “No comment.”

“Damn bruh...savage.” I snorted at her attempt to make things better. “So, final question! Do you think this is the end of your epic adventure? Has everything finally calmed the fuck down for you?”

“Oh my God yes and I hope it stays just like this forever.”

Silly girl, if you believe that then you should really know better. This is just the beginning of our adventure.

[livsoulsecrets]

Prompt: We know easter is coming... what if Joana wanna apologize and confess with a very dumb idea by giving Cris chocolate easter eggs? I mean, that's cute AF

First of all: YOUR MIND! That’s a great ideas. Second of all: Thank you so much for sending me a prompt and I hope you like what I wrote! ❤️ P.S.: I wrote it before today’s clips so take it as an alternative end to Cris’ date with Ruben.—//—//—//—//—//—//—//—//—//— 

The Sunday afternoon was as boring as usual. Cris was scrolling down her Instagram for the fifth time in the last hour. She had tried everything: Netflix, Twitter, Instagram, WhatsApp and, in a moment of weakness, even started her homework, but nothing really worked.Deep down, Cris knew that no distraction in the world could help the fact she was feeling miserable because of Joana.

If Cris was going to be honest, everything on her life seemed to be going downhill because of Joana. After finding out about Eloy, Cris skipped class which lead to a major fight with her mom. Besides that, her date with Ruben was just as awkward and boring as the first, failing once again to take Joana out of her mind.

Of course, the fact her mom found out about Cris going out after missing a day of school didn’t help to make things easier at home. That’s why she was all alone on Easter. Her parents had decided to go to church and her brother had slept at a friend’s house.

Cris didn’t want to make things worse with her parents, so she decided to just stay in and try not to screw anything up for the day.

She truly believed she was doing it just fine, despite the overwhelming boredom that took over her, until the doorbell rang.

Cris took a deep breath, hoping with all of her being that her brother or parents had forgotten their keys, because she wasn’t in the mood of receiving guests.

She rushed to the door and looked through the peephole. Cris felt her breath get stuck at her throat when she saw Joana standing on the other side of the door. Cris took some steps back. She seriously considered running away and hiding on her bedroom.

But, if she ran away, she would never know what Joana was doing here. And, to be honest, Cris was dying to figure it out. She was dying to take a look at Joana even if the girl was going to break her heart again, Cris craved any kind of intimacy she could have with her.

So Cris looked down at herself and realized she was dressing her pajamas and her hair probably looked like a mess and the urge to hide came up once again.

— Cris? Is that you? — Joana’s voice sounded so small, nothing like her usual tone. It sounded fragile. It sounded honest. That’s what moved Cris forward.

— Yeah, it’s me. — Cris  said while she unlocked the door. Joana was biting her lips by the time Cris opened the door, looking nervous. — What are you doing here? — Cris asked before Joana had the chance of saying anything. She was trying to keep herself together because otherwise all of the feelings she had been hiding so carefully would be stamped on her face.

— I… I came to- I mean, I just wanted to… Give you these. — Joana answered, sounding a bit uneasy because of Cris’ coldness. Only then Cris realized Joana had been holding a package full of Easter Eggs on her heads.

Astonished, Cris accepted Joana’s gift, trying to figure out what the girl meant by doing this.

— Look, I know it’s weird I came here in the middle of the day, but I couldn’t sleep last night and I just felt like I had to see you even if it’s like 3 pm on a Sunday. Then, I remembered it was Easter and I thought it would be rude not to give you anything. And, also, I just felt like I… Like I should give you something. — Joana explained quickly and Cris realized she had never seen the girl this nervous before. — Anyway, can I come in? I swear I’ll be quick. — Joana asked without any trace of the playness her voice had just some days ago when she first came to Cris’ home.

Intrigued by Joana’s behavior, Cris nodded, moving to let the girl in, while she tried to fight with the hope that was growing inside her. The hope that Joana wasn’t just playing around with her. That she felt the same way, that she felt anything at all for Cris.

After all, Cris was still angry at her. She had felt like a fool after realizing the girl she believed to be into her already had someone.

Joana looked around, seeming to worry they could be interrupted, so Cris told her that everyone was out and wasn’t coming back anytime soon.

Cris put the Easter Eggs down on the kitchen’s table, leading Joana to her living room. Cris wouldn’t be able to deal with all the memories if they went to her bedroom.

— So, what is it you wanted to talk about? — Cris asked, crossing her arms while the two of them settled in her couch, side by side. She felt conflicted by her wish to listen to what Joana had to say and her instinct to protect herself before she could get hurt again. She heard Joana swallowing nervously while waiting for her answer.

— I broke up with Eloy. — Cris let the words sink in, trying to process what Joana was implying by that. Her heart was pondering so hard on her chest that, for a moment, Cris was taken back to the day they met. She remembered the first time Joana made her heart race.

The heart speeds up when in love.

— Like I told you, things weren’t going well and what I was doing wasn’t fair with him. — Joana continued, taking  Cris out of her turmoil of memories.

Cris was painfully aware that what Joana meant was that it wasn’t fair she was flirting shamelessly with Cris while they were together.

— And, of course, it wasn’t fair with you either. — Joana said, finally admitting out loud that there was something happening between the two of them. Hearing it loud and clear made it all real. There was no going back now. Cris wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

— And, what do you mean with that, Joana? That you flirting with me while having a boyfriend was a shitty thing to do? I know it. I just… I don’t get this. I don’t get you being here giving me Easter Eggs and telling me you broke up with Eloy as if that fixes everything. It doesn’t. I’m glad you did the right thing, but… You hurt me. — Cris didn’t even recognize her own voice when she spoke the last words. Cris got up from the couch, suddenly not being able to handle the proximity with Joana.

— I know I hurt you. And I know that breaking up with Eloy and giving you some gifts is not going to solve everything. But… I thought it was a start. I- I know I want it to be a start. — Cris turned to Joana, who was already staring at her.

— The start of what? — Cris asked and she hated how her voice betrayed her. Joana was one of the few people that made Cris put down her walls. Joana always made her feel safe despite all of the mistakes she made along the way.

— The start of us. — Cris’ heart skipped some beats when she heard Joana’s words. She got up and took a step towards Cris. Then she stopped, seeming to want to give the other girl some space.

— I know I messed up. I’m really, really sorry I hurt you. I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same way or that I was just seeing too much, but then things got out of hand and when I saw how upset you were because of Eloy, I realized I couldn’t be a coward anymore. You deserve better. — Cris was shocked to realize Joana’s hands were shaking while she talked, proving how sincere she was being.

In that moment, Cris knew she was helpless. Joana being there, willing to make things right between them was everything she had been wishing for the whole week and now she finally had it, standing right in front of her.

— I guess what I’m trying to say is that, if by any chance you decide to forgive me, I promise I’ll never break your trust like this again. I can’t say I won’t mess up, but I swear I will do everything I can to make sure I won’t hurt you again. Because I really like you. — Joana smiled and Cris was sure that it was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

— l really like you too. — Cris said, staring at Joana’s eyes. This time, when her heart pondered heavily on her chest, she didn’t have to fight her mind to push away her feelings for Joana. This time, Cris was the one who took a step forward, getting closer to her. — I forgive you. — Cris whispered, gently touching Joana’s cheek, moving some strands of purple hair away from her face. — I want it to be a start too. — Cris continued. Joana smiled and rested her forehead on Cris’.

Joana tilted her head a bit and waited. Her lips were slightly parted. Cris was sure she was blushing. And Joana stood still, just waiting for Cris to make the call. So she did.

Cris’ lips touched Joana’s softly at first. Joana gently put her hands on Cris’ waist, holding on to her. Cris couldn’t help but smile, breaking the kiss for some seconds before Joana pulled her back, kissing her more strongly and Cris could have sworn she was melting against Joana’s body.

Joana’s lips on hers suddenly feel like too much and too little at the same time. There’s so much Cris is feeling right now. And even if they are as close as they could possibly be, it’s still not enough. Cris doesn’t think she’ll ever get enough of Joana. So she smiled at her again, this time looking right into Joana’s eyes.

She hopes Joana can understand what she means. Cris hopes she can read on her eyes how happy she is. How much she cares for her. How she wishes they could just settle on this moment forever. Cris wonders if it’s even possible to ponder all those feelings on a single look.

— You’re doing it again. — Joana said, breaking the comfortable silence they were in while holding on to each other, standing in the middle of Cris’ living room. It might just be her new favorite room on her whole house.

— Doing what?

— The frog eyes thing. — Of course Joana would be the one to read everything that was written over her face. For the first time, Cris didn’t hate that expression as much as usual. Because it meant that Joana understood her. That she could see even the things Cris didn’t know how to show. — And the blushing, of course. — Joana says, seeming a little too pleased with herself by figuring out she had such an effect on Cris.

— I do it all the time, okay? It’s not like you’re special or something. — Cris lies, burying her face in the crook of Joana’s hair because she’s afraid of how much the girl will see if she looks her at the eyes.

— I would never think so. — Joana lied back, hugging her tightly. Cris’ whole body shook with laughter before Joana kissed her again and again and again. — By the way, you look great on those pajamas. Pink really is your color.

— Shut up. I really thought you hadn’t noticed. — Cris complained.

— No chance. I always notice you.

— Now you’re just being cheesy.

— Don’t pretend you don’t like it. — Joana said, laughing. Cris pulled her for another kiss instead of answering. After all, they both knew the truth.

[illusionsofdreaming]

is requesting "gaius reacting to robin sacrificing herself at the end of awakening+robin coming back like a year later" too cliche or nah?

Notes: So after so long, it’s finally finished! This nearing 3.5k monster of an imagine gave me so much trouble and if it weren’t for all the support from you guys, I’m sure I would’ve never finished it! I’m still not 100% happy with some parts of it, but you know what. I’ve kept you guys waiting for long enough. So please, enjoy this imagine that’s long overdue! 

P.S. I always wanted to write these cliche imagines, so thank you anon for sending this in

Ft: Gaius

He dove to catch you, shielding you with his body, uncaring as his knees took the full brunt of impact with the ground to cushion your fall. “Oi… why did you have to go and do that now?” 

Breathless, his whole form shook as he clung to you, as tight as he dared - which was not nearly tight enough but he feared you’ll shatter in his grip and where would that leave him?

Where would that leave him?

He shook his head in angry refusal even as you began to speak. Not now. Not yet. Apologies he assumed, apologies he didn’t want to hear. He fought against the rising tide of hysteria within himself even as his expression cracked with pain and the damnable tears swelled to blur his vision. “Bubbles..” His voice was empty, broken, as he thumbed away the tears he’s scattering on your cheeks.

Why?

“You promised..” he accused weakly.

“Sorry..” your lips brushed against his, apologetic, weak.

Gaius choked back a sob as he resisted the urge to curl over you, to keep you to his chest and hide you from the fate you’ve doomed yourself. 

“You’re terrible you know?” He gasped softly, pressing hard kisses against your lips, using everything he has to stop from flying apart then and there. It was horrible. Agonising. “Terrible.”

“Stay out of trouble won’t you?” 

He couldn’t help it, he laughed. Hysteria and indescribable horror rolled into one as the tears escaped from the corners of his eyes. It was all so wrong. 

“The same way you did?” The whisper was out before he could stop it- all bitterness and spite-  and he sobbed in disgust as shame and revulsion welled up immediately and strangled his apologies. I’m despicable. 

Yet your expression never betrayed disappointment and somehow that hurt even worse. He knew he’d deserve it, he’d much rather take your scolding and disappointment than your understanding and acceptance that he don’t deserve. 

Instead, you reached up with the tips of your fingers to caress him and he held onto your icy hand with the desperation of a drowning man clinging to a buoy too small to hold his weight. He shook his head in a silent plea, blinking furiously to clear the tears that were blurring your contours. Tears, only tears, people don’t fade, especially you, you, who can shine brighter than the sun at times, you, who meant the whole damn world to him.

“I love you.” Your voice was so faint.

Don’t. Please don’t. The agonised keen that slipped from his lips was barely human. “Don’t leave me.” He begged you and he rarely begged, not truly, not wholly, not with his entire life and soul willed into it. Gaius never begged like this. Naga above, anything, anythi-

Without warning, without prelude, your weight in his arms disappeared as if you’d simply never been there at all. No parting last words, no lingering kisses. Just gone.

Not even dust remained. 

 X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X

It never gets any less awkward despite the frequency of his visits. He never knows what to do with himself, never really knows what he’s expecting to get out of it, never truly there the moment he passed through those large oaken doors.

He ended up standing in the large halls for a while, stuck a step into a place of faith and a step away from reality. 

Eventually though, he finds a seat and it’s always cold. He propped his feet on the bench in front and stared at the looming figure. Nothing comes to mind at first but then he settled, the walls fall like they’re made of sand and it all comes roaring back. 

“So what do I get then? A lifetime together with you? Always and forever?”

His swore his heart had stopped then and there because here he was thinking it’ll never happen, you’re leagues above him and he’s just a miserable thief, you’re going to let him down gently and he’ll try to act cool about it all the while planning different spots to bury himself- wait a minute, did you say ‘forever’? With him? “I…guess?” he choked out.

“Is that asking too much?”

His heart slammed back into his chest. “No way!” he swept you into his arms immediately, crushing you to his chest as he laughed. “That’s a piece of cake! Right then, it’s a deal. I promise to make you happy for the rest of your life!” 

Gaius didn’t bother swiping the tears from his eyes, there’s no hiding here. He took his feet off the bench and rested his arms on his thighs and stared at the ground. 

“You never promised to come back.” He said finally. It was a statement, not an accusation. He’s not sure how he’s suppose to feel but surely awe shouldn’t be one of them? That fateful day replayed in his mind many, many times, never once did he pass a day without feeling its haunting claws across his consciousness. Even sleep would not allow him escape. For so long he agonised over the last conversation he had with you. So flawed, so angry, so devastating. 

Gaius crumpled, gasping a sob as he drew his knees to his chest.

“You knew…” He whispered, tortured. You knew him too well. You knew his skepticism would blind him, you knew he would be too emotional to believe in vague promises, you knew that you hurt him and so in your last moments you refused to lie to him. Your one small act of mercy. 

You told him you loved him. 

His shoulders shook with the strength of his sobs. 

There’s nothing he can bring himself to trust, not the magic of friendship or bonds or deities; he’s never been a religious man, never been a man of much faith- so you asked him to trust in the love you shared. You asked him to believe.

“Is that asking too much?”

“No..” he choked a bitter laugh, digging the heel of his palm into his swollen eyes. “You always ask too much.”

“Always and forever?”

“And still,” he sobbed, “every time…”

He fell to his knees on the ground, “..you didn’t even let me say it back.” His head fell back defeated and closed his eyes, breathing ragged and broken. 

“..I love you.”

Always and forever.

X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X

“Uncle Gaius!”

That’s his new name nowadays. First name Uncle, last name Gaius. 

And the sound of it drew the blood out of his face faster than any ugly risen would. “Oh no.” He shoved the bowl he was holding into Morgan’s expectant hands, scowling at the knowing smirk on their face as he began to rip off the ties of his apron. “Not a word.” he warned, flinging the cumbersome apron away as he vaulted over the counter, knocking down a tray of unbaked cookies in his haste.

Gaius swore loudly as he eyed the broken, now inedible creations on the ground, then up towards the doorway as the pitter patter of footsteps grew nearer. The man was obviously torn between mourning for the ruined creations and fleeing the crime scene before whoever’s approaching catches him and his flight instincts won - just seconds too late.

“Candy, candy!” A blur of blue hair and tiny limbs crashed into his legs, threatening his balance and he would’ve fallen to the ground had he not caught the edge of the counter to steady himself. Oh no. He glanced down in absolute horror and fear into bright blue eyes and all-too charming smile. “Uncle Gaius!” the young princess squealed happily. 

“Little Blue…” Gaius grimaced, scowling at the barely masked chuckles of Morgan behind him. He lifted the young toddler and settled her on a clean corner of the counter, grinning despite himself as she laughed in delight.

“Candy! Candy!” Gaius winced, this was the part he dreaded most.

“What candy, Little Blue, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Play dumb, Gaius, play it cool, curb the urge to wipe the smirk from Morgan’s face with a rolling pin.

Two little hands slapped onto his cheeks on either side and the thief found himself trapped against sky blues and an exalt brand staring him down. “Candy.” 

He gulped. ”Nwo candeh.” He mumbled stubbornly then watched in horror as baby Lucina’s lips wobbled and water filled her eyes-

“Alright alright! Candy!” Gaius yelped, reaching into one of many hidden pockets and took out a small pack of sweets. Lucina was overjoyed but he found her excited giggles less amusing this time around. 

“You’re not going to have any teeth left by the time you’re all grown up.” He grumbled, never ever having felt so selfless in his life as he watched Lucina  devour his stash. 

It came as a surprise to everyone when the baby princess grew so attached to Gaius. He often told others that it’s because of his natural charm and charisma but everyone knew Gaius’ sweet stash drew kids to him like butterflies to nectar. That the castle doesn’t exactly burn down when he’s stuck with a child blew everyone away. Naturally, Gaius had taken offence at everyone’s astounding lack of faith in him. 

“Hi Lucy!” Morgan chirped, rounding the corner of the counter to high five the young princess. ‘Lucy’ was the nickname everyone gave the young toddler. “What brings you here?”

“Mor-Mor!” the young child chirped happily, generously sharing her pouch of sweets with Morgan but slapped away Gaius’ hands when he reached for it. “Mine!” She giggled at Gaius’ offended expression. “Cookies! Cookies!”

“First she robs me of my sweets, now she robs me of my hard work.” He grumbled but obediently handed over a cookie nonetheless, earning a toothy smile from the toddler.

“So that’s where you ran off to.” Lucina, the older one, rounded the corner with a fond smile, the scene before her awkwardly familiar. “You aren’t causing too much trouble for Gaius are you?” the princess smiled apologetically as she picked up her younger self.

“Nu-uh.” “She is.” Both Lucy and Gaius replied at the same time. 

“Nanny is looking everywhere for you its time for your nap-“ Lucina started but was interrupted when Lucy slapped a tiny hand over her mouth. “Wait! I have a secret to tell Uncle Gaius!”

“Oh? Well now, wouldn’t want to miss out on those juicy castle gossip do we?” Gaius played along even as he shrugged in answer to Lucina’s unspoken question. Neither Gaius or Morgan knew that Lucy came with a mission in mind apart from thinning Gaius’ stash honestly. “Shoot, Little Blue.”

“Okay, okay!” the young princess lowered her voice, “but you gotta pinky swear not to tell anyone!”

“Cross my heart and stick a dagger in my eye, princess.” Gaius said dryly as he curled his pinky around hers, missing the wary look shared between Lucina and Morgan.

“Aunty Olivia told me today..” the little one really had a flair for dramatics as she lowered her voice and despite it, everyone leaned forward. “..there’s going to be a little brother Inigo!”

“s’bout time.” Gaius smirked as he ruffled Lucy’s hair playfully, the others smiling at the great news. The concept of peace had taken a few months to sink into the Halidom, perhaps longer still for those who fought to achieve it. Lissa’s announcement of pregnancy was what finally drove the idea home, and soon, one after another, happy news began to fill the castle halls. Everyone knew no one was more excited than young Lucy, who was more than ready to be a big sister.

“I for one, knew Inigo was very relieved to learn of the news.” Lucina grinned which prompted a bark of laughter from Gaius as it’s no secret that Inigo’s been facing some sort of existential crisis lately.

“You’re going to have a lot of friends to play with soon.” Gaius said and Lucy bobbed her head in agreement. 

“I can’t wait till I can play with little uncle Gaius too!”

There was a beat of silence before everything went downhill from there. Morgan was laughing so hard they couldn’t stand straight, Lucina had covered her face in utter mortification and Gaius.. Gaius believed his soul just left his body.

“There’s not going to be any little Gaius’ running around.” He said weakly when he finally found his voice. A muscle underneath his eye twitched even as he said those cursed words. Morgan was choking. Lucina was trying unsuccessfully to hush her younger self. Lucy was confused but all the commotion made her excited nonetheless. “Yes there is! There’s little Yarney, little Kjelle, little Laurey and little Inigo! Later there’s going to be little papa and mama too!” Lucy argued confidently. 

“It doesn’t work that way,” he fumbled. Ah hells, how does one go about explaining time travel and parallel selves to a little kid? Naga, he’s not even sure he understands it that well himself! “Uh.. look.. there’s going to be little versions of big brothers and sisters, like Gerome and Brady and Severa and Nah. But there’s no little papa, mama, aunties or uncles, alright?”

Lucy’s face furrowed in confusion, “So there’s no little Aunty Sully?”

“No.” Gaius confirmed weakly.

“No little Uncle Stahl?”

“No.”

“No…little Uncle Gaius?”

“No, definitely no.”

Lucy pouted, rather disappointed by this turn of events but then her face brightened suddenly. “What about-“

“Lucy…” Lucina pleaded.

But the young princess was not about to be deterred. “What about little Morgan?”

What about little Morgan?

“Y-yeah! Of course there’s going to be a little me!” Morgan stammered quickly when Gaius took a bit too long to reply.

“Yeah, of course.” Gaius recovered with a timid smile. “You’ll be having fun with little Morgan too.”

“Yay! When will I-“

“Lucy do you hear that?” Lucina interrupted, “I think that’s Uncle Frederick returning from his patrol. If you catch him now maybe he’ll let you feed the horse.”

The mention of petting animals seem to distract the princess much to the relief of the two time travellers in the room. “Horsey! Horsey!”

“Alright let’s go then, say bye to Gaius and Morgan.” Lucina prompted quickly which Lucy happily obliged, wriggling within the arms of her older self who let her down gently. “Bye Uncle Gaius and Mor-Mor!” The young princess threw out as she pattered out, barely looking back.

“Wait for me Lucy!” Lucina called, jogging to the door but hesitated at entrance, her expression somber as she fidgeted uncomfortably. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know-”

“It’s alright.” Gaius interrupted. “You should catch up to your little self before she- uh, you, get lost.” 

Lucina looked torn. “Y-yes of course… I just..” 

Gaius laughed, startling the princess and Morgan both. “Look, princess, it’s alright. Little you can’t help what you don’t know yet. It’s alright. We’re made of tougher material than that.“

“Of course…” 

“We’ll be fine Lucina.” Morgan pitched in and Gaius could feel their hand on his shoulder, a stabilising force. Lucina looked from Morgan to Gaius still hesitant but it wasn’t until Gaius waved her off did she finally leave to chase after her younger self.

For a few moments, Gaius stared at the vacant doorway, lost in thoughts before finally turning to meet Morgan’s gaze. “I’m sorry Morgan…”

“What- no Father, why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault!“

No, Gaius supposed it’s not his fault. He’d almost forgotten too. That once, there was promise of being a family…

Although Lucy never managed to finish her question, the unspoken words echoed hauntingly in his mind.

‘When will I get to meet little Morgan?’

“Kids these days say the darnest things..” he murmured as he bent to pick up the fallen tray of cookies on the ground. 

“Father…”

“I‘m alright.” He grimaced and he could see from the sad expression on Morgan’s face that it wasn’t working. The hurt was dripping out the cracks and he wasn’t fooling anyone. He tried to keep it together. But the smile on his face felt foreign. The world was off-kilter and there was a gaping you-shaped hole in his being.

Naga, the tray clattered on the ground as he hid behind his hands. Even after so long, it still hurts so much.

X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X • X

He rested on the crest of a hill, with Ylisse’s capital laid and stretched out before him. Here atop this hill, he supposed he saw the view an Exalt would. 

The citadel gleamed in pastel hues of predawn light, an unmistakable symbol of the capital’s heart, next to it, was Ylisse’s bustling sea port best known for its markets filled with goods from all around the world.  Past that, were the rolling hills and forests that surrounded the castle and perhaps if he had a viewing glass he’d be able to see Ferox’s Great Walls looming in the distance as well.

Gaius rolled the lemon lollipop in his mouth, savouring the sweet tanginess that teased his tastebuds. “Maybe it’s time for a trip.” It was getting quite stuffy and he’s been getting the itch to move for a while. A change of scenery would be nice. Refreshing. He’s really not a man to be kept cooped in a castle, lounging around with nothing to do. He could feel himself rotting away and that won’t do.

Morgan’s old enough now, he’s sure they’ll be able to manage.

He peered into the distance, with his arms crossed against his chest as his lips twitched in a grin. “Sounds like a grand adventure huh. Wonder what kind of mischief I’ll get into.”

The wind rustled through his hair, “Stay out of trouble won’t you?” it sang with your voice today.

Gaius grinned. “That’s tough baby. Trouble’s my middle name after all.” He smiled.

He stretched with a yawn before bending to pick up the pack by the side. “It’s been great hanging out with y’all. Don’t hate on me too much for booking it the cowards way but you know, a thief’s gonna be a thief no matter what. Maybe I’ll be back to visit or maybe not, who knows?” He twirled the stick of candy in his mouth thoughtfully. “Heard there’s some bandits kicking up quite a storm up North. Maybe I’ll go pay them a visit.” He nodded to himself, resolve made. He tightened his hold on his pack and turned, slowly making his way down the hill, that was until a voice behind him stopped him.

“Leaving already?”

Naga, give me a break. The thief sighed heavily through his nose, eyes closing as he spoke. “There’s nothing here.“

“But I just got back.” the wind rustled through the leaves and for a moment he thought he’s still dreaming when he felt fingers card through his hair. 

“Gaius… I’m back.”

If this is another one of my hallucinations again… he screwed his eyes shut and grounded his teeth. But your voice sounded real, and the warmth on his cheeks felt so intense. He opened his eyes.

“Hi, love.” your smile was tired, drowsy even but all Gaius could think of was how perfect it was.

He didn’t know what to say. Didn’t even know where to begin. Is that really you? When did you get here? Are you okay? You’re really here?

“You’re back?” he asked weakly and so softly as if he’s scared that if he so much as breathe wrong, he would shatter you. He looked you over. As beautiful and perfect since the day he met you. He daren’t breathe. You’re back? Truly?

There were tears in your eyes as you smiled. “Yes.”

That was enough for Gaius. He swept you into his arms and crushed you to his chest, kissing you like his life depended on it. It did, by the Gods, it did.

“You’re back.” he choked out as he sobbed into your shoulder and hugged you tighter. “You’re really here.”

You could barely breathe with how tight he was holding you and so you nodded even as you felt your own tears fill your eyes and his sobs intensified. 

The world that wasn’t quite alright in his books snapped back along its axis, time which had stopped for him, started moving again and the void within his being, sealed close with the warmth he held within his arms. It’s not alright, it’s not yet fine, but finally, finally, it can start getting better.

He missed his chance once. He’ll not miss it another time.

“I love you.” He told you, kissing you. “I love you, always and forever.”

Always and forever.

[dolansbeanies]

If you haven't noticed

Okay hi, so I was going through my writing and it was soooo fucking cringy and gross I wanted to die, soooo I decided to re write them. I like the idea just not the execution lmaooo. Here ya go hope you like it. 

p.s I’m always here for constructive criticism 

Word count 1.3K 

Warnings: uhhh nun I think, its just super fluff 

Sleeping was always something you’ve learned to cherish ever since university, your day offs were specifically for you to relax and sleep in.

So days like today, was a blessing, stretching and getting out of bed, only to hear the patters of your feet on the hardwood floor, walking to the bathroom grabbing your phone as you go.

Exams season was currently stressing the two of you, finding any slight moment to take a break was a blessing.

As you walk towards the sink you see a notification from your best friend Ethan. Scrolling through to see his message, slightly making you smile.

Ethan: 
Hey my class was canceled I’m coming over in like 5 minutes

You first met Ethan in the campus coffee shop of your first year, oddly enough it was one of those cliche bumping into you nearly spilling coffee all over your situations. Somehow from then a beautiful friendship had blossomed.

Although sometimes you did wish that it was more, recently feeling random sparks when he brushed against you, or random butterflies when the two of you talked.

“Hey E, give me like two minutes and I’ll be there”  hollering at him, hearing an ‘okay’. You finish up your morning routine not bothering in changing out of the pajamas you were currently sporting. walking towards the living room to see Ethan already finishing up the coffee that he made.

“Finally I thought you were gonna take forever” he exclaims looking up and pushing a coffee cup towards you.

“Hey, I just heard you come in, stop lying” you argue, taking the coffee cup in your hands, gratefully. Both of you made your way onto the couch, as he updated you with his schedule for the day.

Being slightly delirious from the lack of sleep from the past week, making you slowly fade out of the conversation.

The past weeks have been non-stop studying for the both of you due to exams, which resulted in sleepovers at each other’s dorms, not that you minded. Spending time with Ethan was your favourite thing to do, no matter what. Even if it was spent in complete silence.  

“So any plans for today?” he says, suddenly startling you as he slowing put his head on your shoulder, being the affectionate, touchy person that he is. You automatically begin to play with his hair.

“I just wanna sleep all day, all my classes are so draining, exams are killing me” you groan.

The two of you loved spending time together, to the point where people started asking when they started dating. It was awkward for the first couple months, but after a while, it was an on a running joke for the both of you.

“I mean you can take a nap here you know I don’t mind’ you chuckle, knowing he probably wanted to hang out for a while, running your fingers through his soft brown hair. He slowly moves his head, as your words gave him permission to lay his head on your lap, cuddling you. The two were in silence for a couple seconds, your mind going crazy.

“ I didn’t mean here, I have beds you know?” you joke, still playing with his soft hair.  He lets out a small chuckle, looking up at you, with his eyes, there were practically sparkling.

“Y/n I can practically hear you thinking-” he mumbles, slowly moving you so both bodies were laying on the couch properly.  You were practically on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, his arms circling your waist.

The last few times you had hung out with Ethan, something was different.  He was more touchy, not that you were complaining, but what did this mean.

Anyone could tell, it felt like you were walking on thin ice, not knowing whether it would be worth it to say anything.  This was new, different, a good different.

As if your heart was gonna fall in your stomach, you suddenly didn’t know how to feel. Was this normal? What was your normal now?

“Etha-”

“-I promise we gotta talk about us and everything recently I know we both have noticed that something is different between us, but right now I know were both sleep deprived so can we just cuddle and sleep” he mumbles into your hair, cutting you off.

You could practically hear your heartbeat. Did he know? what the hell does this mean About to open your mouth to try and respond, you hear his small snores as you look down.

You let out a big sigh, fixing your position so that your head was laying on his chest, hearing his soothing heartbeat, slightly smiling his heartbeat lulling you back to sleep.

Groaning, you open your eyes, realizing that you weren’t where you fell asleep, instead you were in your room. Sheets tangled with your legs along with another pair of legs. What the hell is happening? memories for earlier crashing back. Did he move us here? When did he?


“I promise we gotta talk about us and everything recently I know we both have noticed that something is different between us,” His words crashing back, causing you to smile a little.

You move to lean against the headboard, grabbing your phone from the night table to check the time. 3:06pm.Well, that was a day almost wasted.

Exhaling loudly, getting startled when you feel Ethan’s warm arm move to wrap his arm around you. He groans and stretches as he wakes from his slumber. His eyes fluttering open, smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkled, causing you to have a bigger grin plastered on to your face.

“Well hi there,” his deep, raspy voice, causing you to blush furiously. "I can get used to this" he gets up matching your position, taking his hand in yours as electricity goes up your arm, your heart races.

“Ethan” you whisper, hardly hearing your own voice, what he said previously shocking you. “Y/n I know you feel something different between us, I don’t know how this started, but we’ve gotten closer undoubtedly, and to be honest I love-” he says, keeping eye contact with you

“-I  uh really like you y/n, and I want there to be an us, I get it if you’re overwhelmed, its a lot and I kinda just pushed aside this because I refused to say all this while I’m sleep deprived because I know I would sound crazy, I’m rambling now aren’t i-” he chuckles, nervously, taking in all that he had just said, it felt like an entire weight was just lifted. He liked me back?

“Ethan”

“-sorry this was stupid I uh-” he gets up all the way, taking his arm off you, running it through his hair, causing your body to feel cold again. He gets off the bed and makes his way to the door, only to turn around.  His face blushing red, his eyes trying to look at anything other than you.

“I’m so sorry y/n I never meant to ruin our fri-“

“Ethan I-I like you too” you whisper, realizing that you were so quiet that he probably didn’t hear you.

 His hazel eyes piercing yours, suddenly getting bigger realizing what you had just said, he practically ambushes you on the bed.

Before you could even finish what you were saying you were wrapped up in his arms, hugging him then breaking away for a second.

He looks back into your eyes, the sunlight from your windows on him, making his eyes shine to a point you didn’t know was possible.

Before you can even process what was happening, his eyes flicker to your lips and begins to lean in, slowly pressing his slightly rough lips against yours, smiling into the kiss. His hands cupping your face as your hands make their way up to his neck.

It felt like the two of you were in your own little world, nothing to bother you, warmth and happiness surging through the both of you.

Breaking the kiss, for air, Ethan rests his forehead against yours.

“Y/n if you haven’t noticed by now I don’t wanna be your boyfriend”, you burst out laughing, throwing your head back.

“yeah, I noticed.

[akagami-no-rae]

Lryias Letters

Some of Zen and Shirayuki’s correspondences during her time away in Lyrias

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Dear Shirayuki,

I still can’t believe you’re in Lyrias. It doesn’t feel quite real yet. This afternoon, when I took a break, my feet lead me to the gardens. I guess a part of me was still expecting to see you there, with your hands in the dirt, smiling.

Mitsuhide, Kiki, and Obi are well, we arrived back at Wistal yesterday. The inspections at the port went over without incident. I had a talk with Obi, he’ll be arriving in Lyrias with a caravan a day or so after this letter arrives. Keep an eye out for him and, as usual, feel free to send him back anytime.

Sorry this wasn’t very long, again, it’s been awhile since I’ve written a personal letter. I hope to get better by your example.

Cordially,

Zen

P.S. How is Lyrias? And Ryuu? What are you working on? Sorry, new to this.

Dear Shirayuki,

It has come to my attention that Obi will be arriving before my letter. I fear that anything I write him won’t have the tone I intend if he simply reads it. As I cannot travel to Lyrias at this time, will you please read the speech I’ve written below aloud to him for me? In a thundering voice please say:

You brainless, idiot! I arranged a caravan for you and you just left!? You didn’t even let us say goodbye! Did it even occur to you how it would make us feel if you just left a note and took off? I hope you lose all your toes to frostbite, maybe then you won’t be able to wander off. And thank you for the breakfast, it was delicious.

Thank you, Shirayuki. Please keep an eye on him.

Sincerely,

Zen

Dear Zen,

I received both your letters at the same time and laughed. Obi didn’t tell me he left without saying goodbye, I did yell at him, though as myself. He just smiled like he usually does. Maybe if I had been you he’d have taken me more seriously.

Lyrias is wonderful! Ryuu and I have jumped head long into our research on Olin Maris. Shidan, Suzu, and Yuzuri are all helping too, I’m very excited! There is so much to do I barely find a moment to take a break myself. I go to bed and I see old texts and glowing flowers behind my eyelids.

I miss Wistal a lot and I’m glad you still imagine me there. Maybe you can pretend I am, if it helps. When I work in the hothouses I take off my coats and I can almost believe I’m there, working in the pharmacy. It’s easy with Ryuu and now Obi around. It’s like I never left. Please tell Kiki and Mitsuhide how I’m doing and let me know about your work in the palace. Keep up the good work, Zen, I’m proud of you!

Yours,

Shirayuki

Dear Shirayuki,

I highly doubt Obi would have listened to me any better, he values your opinion of him very highly. He even apologized in his letter to me, though the rest of it was mostly him teasing me for caring about him. I told him to jump into a snow drift so, on the rare chance he chooses now to start listening to me, please talk him down.

I’m very happy to hear about your excitement for your work. I hope everything goes well with your research and I wish all of you the best of luck! Please keep me posted with your finding and I promise to do my best to follow along. How are Shidan, Suzu, and Yuzuri? I feel like Ryuu is going to grow up so much during these two year, I’m surprised the chief is okay with that. She always seemed so close to him.

Work in the palace goes on as usual, nothing very interesting to report. Although, now that I think about it, it’s been awhile since I’ve left the palace. I love going into the city and seeing all the people there, but whenever I think about sneaking off now, I think about something like the fishermen at the wharf and the legislature for their boating routes sitting on my desk and how I couldn’t face them so casually unless I knew I’d done my due diligence to them. All my years of sneaking out have finally caught up to me and now I can’t look at a case on my desk without seeing the faces of the people affected by it. Sorry if that doesn’t make any sense, I sort of went on a tangent. Long and short of it: I’m working hard to make you proud.

I know Mitsuhide has started sending you letters. You should ask him to send you packages of homemade sweets and tea blends, he’d do it if you asked. Kiki says, “Hi.”

Yours,

Zen

Dear Zen,

If there are any ink blots on this letter when you receive it take it as a good sign as it means I fell asleep while writing this. It’s very late right now, but I can’t sleep. It’s been like this for awhile where my mind won’t rest no matter how tired my body may be. I hoped writing to you would maybe help me relax.

You don’t need to apologize so much in your letters, I’m happy to read your tangents. I’m very glad to hear that you’re taking all aspects of your job seriously and I’m honored to be a driving force for you.

How is Izana? Have you spoken with him often? I’ve not heard anything about him since the day Ryuu and I left, but I’ve had my nose stuck in books for the last couple months.

I swear that Ryuu has already grown a couple inches, but I can’t tell for sure. The chief sends me letters often and, to Ryuu, twice as often. She’s like an older sister to him.

As for Olin Maris, we’re still gathering all the pieces in order to create a plan of action. It’s a bit maddening being so close to a breakthrough, but not actually having one.

Look at that. An ink blot. I dozed off a bit. I’m going to see if I can manage it again.

Yours,

Shirayuki

Dear Shirayuki,

Please take care of yourself. I know it can be hard to get sleep when your mind won’t stop, but please try. Drink some relaxing tea and don’t bring research to bed with you.

I’m not the best person so be giving you this advice. I haven’t been getting much sleep lately. I’ll wake up while it’s still dark and I won’t be able to go back to sleep. I usually end up going out to the balcony where I’ll watch the sunrise. It’s so beautiful and warm. It’s the only time I get to see a red that even comes close to yours. It’s silly, but sometimes I’ll reach out to to touch it and, for a second, it almost feels like you’re there.

I regret not making more of when you lived in Wistal. You were so close to me all that time and I took it for granted. I curse the naps I took instead. They took precious time away from you then and have done nothing to ease my fatigue now.

I hope the breakthrough comes soon so you can get some rest.

Izana is fine, I suppose. He doesn’t come by very often nor has he summoned me. He had it arranged so that he and I would have dinner together once a week, but he’s been so busy he’s only been able to attend two such dinners so far. And both were awkward.

How’s Obi? His letters are so vague and I’m certain he’s making up half the things he does tell me. Make sure he doesn’t freeze to death.

Yours,

Zen

Dear Zen,

I’m sorry to hear that you aren’t sleeping well either. Mitsuhide actually sent me a blend that’s supposed to assist sleep and I think it’s helping. A bit. Drinking his tea, then seeing the bright stars here remind me of that night during my first visit… I thought that that memory would make me sleepy, but it makes my heart ache.

You may not like it, but I hope Izana finds the time to attend your dinners. I think it’d be good for the both of you. Please make an effort, you’re brothers after all.

Obi is as lively as ever. He’s become really popular amongst the guards here and trains with them often. He eats meals with us and he drops by every couple of hours to check up on our progress, but for the most part, he’s off living a whole separate life. It makes me really happy to see this adjustment in him, being surrounded by people who care about him suits him. He smiles a lot, his actual, genuine smile. I wish you were here to see him.

Yours,

Shirayuki

Dear Shirayuki,

Izana made it to a dinner finally. I may have sent him a letter asking him about his attendance and it seemed to have the desired effect. It’s still a bit awkward for me since I feel like I’m playing chess with him the entire meal, but I think our relationship may eventually improve if we keep at it.

That night in Lyrias with you was a good memory, even if it doesn’t make you sleepy, I hope that it doesn’t bring you sorrow.

At least tea and stars are nice things to be remembered by, I feel odd telling you this but paper cuts make me think of you. That sounds awful, but they remind me of that time Mitsuhide said I’d become a paper man if I didn’t go to pharmacy immediately. It was just an excuse he made up to let me go see you. I got a paper cut the other day and he didn’t say anything this time. I guess I can understand how a good memory can be touched by sadness.

Obi sounds really happy, I wish I was there to see him too. Maybe someday I’ll get the time off and you two can show me all around Lyrias. Of everywhere in Clarines, I’ve spend the least amount of time there. It’s strange to think that you know more about the people there than I do. Please, when that time comes, tell me everything about your city.

Yours always,

Zen

[vandergelic-blog]

Could you do the RFA + the minor trio reacting to an MC who gets hit by a car infront of them but gets up right after claiming they're fine then it turns out they have a broken leg and fractured rib thank you! P.s. I love your blog

OMg!1 Thank you so much anon! Of course!! I giggled a bit when writing this, here you go. It’s kind of long~

You guys had planneda date in the evening, and were going to meet up at a restaurant. On your waythere you both saw each other at opposite sides of the street and they werealready at the venue, so obviously you’d be the one going to them! You pressedthe button and waited for the light to change. Your excitement probably got thebest of you and you literally went a second too early…then a drunk drivercomes speeding down the street like a mad man, hitting YOU AND YOUR BODYLITERALLY GOES OVER THE CAR IN THE AIR DOING A 360 TURN AND YOU LAND FACE FIRSTIN THE CEMENT

Here’s how they react.. (the italics is them and the bold is mc)

Yoosung:

 “OHG MYFUCKING GOD MC”

 Yoosung sprints towards you and shouts “SOMEONECALL AN AMBULANCE CALL 911 SGJK”

 “MC CAN YOU HEAR ME PLEASE ANSWER”

*smacks your face*

 “NO DON’T LEAVE-“

 Your eyes shot open and then you smiled up athim

 “oh hey yoosung that was some wild shit lmao”

 “shall we go get dinner now” you said as youstood, dusting yourself off

 Yoosung.exe has stopped working

 He was speechless for the rest of the night,besides asking you if you were okay and you swore that you were, until you gotup after you were finished eating and..

Oh

You collapsed on the floor then were rushed tothe hospital

 You had a broken leg and a fractured rib cagelmao

Now whenever you fell or hit yourself or anythingyoosung just rushed you to the hospital lmao

Zen:

It’s like a scene from a moviewhatelsedidyouexpectfromhisdramaticass

He jets over towards you and drops to his knees,scooping your limp body into his arms

*rain starts to pour*

*looks up at the sky*

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-”

“hey why are you screaming”

*rain stops*

“how..how are you alive?”

“uh…idk. That kind of stung.”

Mc what

“lets goget dinner now! Being hit by a car sure makes you hungry.”

Oh I see now

“MY PRINCESS HAS THE HEALING POWERS OF A BEAST!JUST LIKE ME! I’M SO PROUD”

“LETS GO”

He yanks you up to your feet but you immediatelycollapse down

Oh shit

Later you guys found out about your arm andribcage

“hahaha well you may not have the healing powersof a beast, but you sure can take hits like one!”

Jaehee:

Literally judo kicks and punches everyone out ofher way as flips and cartwheels over to you like a fucking superhero

Godthiswoman

“JAEHEE TO MC, JAEHEE TO MC ARE YOU OKAY”

Has her phone out ready to call the fucking government

 *eyes flutter open* “im fine”

 “um no youre not”

“yes”

 “no”

 “yes”

“im taking you to the hospital”

*throws your body over her shoulder*

Turns out she was right

When is she ever wrong tho like

Scolds you while she takes care of you but shepromises its out of love

Jumin:

Doesn’t really know why you wanted to walk thereso much when he could’ve just sent driver kim for you

 He tried to convince you but you said it wasgood to get fresh air and enjoy the scenery sometimes

Whatever mc

 And when he sees you get hit by the car, thefirst thing he says

OMG JUMIN PLEASE

Is about to come over to you then sees you standup

Doesn’t even question it, neither of you sayanything about it and just continue with your date as planned

Over dinner you talk about traveling and stockprices lmfao until then you feel a slight sharp pain on your torso

you put your hand over it

then suddenly your leg goes limp

oh dear

“what is it honey”

“I think I broke a few bones”

“oh my okay well let me call up the helicopterso they can take you to the best doctor in the world who is in Singapore”

“that’s a good idea or..OR… we can just go tothe one a few minutes away”

Lmao you’d get treated and that’d be the end ofit

Seven:

He’s actually on snapchat because he wanted torecord you crossing the street

He filmed you crossing then at the last 3seconds you get hit and all you hear is him screaming “OHG MYGGOD” before itcuts off

*accidentally puts it on his story*

Zips over to you immediately

It’s a dramatic scene, just like Zen

“uh..UH!!!”

*starts giving you mouth-to-mouth CPR*

“Saeyoung stop im fine” you suddenly speak asyou push him off of you

 “well actually I did enjoy the kiss tho”

“MC HOW ARE YOU ALIVE I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD–”

“OH..but that is kind of cool tho”

“doyouwantmorecpr”

You guys end up making out in the middle of thestreet

Until he puts his hand on your ribcage and youstart screaming

“IM SO SORRY I-“

 “TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL!”

“OH OKAY I DIDN’T MEAN TO I SWEAR-“

“NOW!!!”

This is such a mess

“hey if you didn’t feel a car hitting you I wonderwhat else you won’t feel… wanna try lolol”

“lolololol”

thisfuckingsadist

Minor trio below!

Saeran:

He’s eating an ice cream cone while waiting anddrops it on the sidewalk when he sees you get hit

Immediately starts to sob

Doesn’t even know what to do, little baby is soclueless 

Kneels down besides you and starts poking you

“mc..are you okay? Please wake up.. I can’t livewithout you I love-“

You shoot up

“what was that sorry”

“were you about to say you love me”

He instantly goes back to his edgelord self

 “oh my god you’re so stupid how do you get hitby a car?? Just go under it or something..”

“I DROPPED MY ICE CREAM FOR YOU”

“okay sorry lets go get you a new one”

You guys are walking towards the shop and areabout to enter until your leg gives out and you fall face first into the window

“call the ambulance” you say

“yeah already on it”

You still had to get him ice cream later tholololol

Jihyun(V):

….He wouldn’t know you got hit

he’S BLIND

He would hear a loud thump and a few screams butwould quickly die out as you got up and told everyone you were fine

Eventually you got over to him and greeted himwith a hug and he smiled recognizing your scen

“did you hear all that noise? What happened?”

“ah..just got hit by a car.”

“what”

“let’s go”

He didn’t say anything, in fact he thought youwere just joking and shrugged it off

But during dinner you started to whimper and bitand he asked you what’s wrong

“jihyun.. you know I actually got hit right”

“…”

“what”

“I got hit by a car”

“then…how are you alive”

 Immediately starts freaking out and you had totake yourself to the hospital lmfaooj

Vanderwood:

“OH DEAR GOD.”

“MC! HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID.”

He runs over to you and is about to pick you upuntil he realizes he doesn’t have his gloves on today

“um, ew I don’t want to touch a dead body that’skind of gross-wait are you even dead”

·He has seen enough dead people on the job to beable to tell and he sorta just… nudges you with his foot and looks around

“MC get up this isn’t funny people are starinG”

You get up and he lets out a sigh of relief ashe slings an arm over you and you both walk off the street

“So..uh…are you like, okay… or whatever”

“yeah I think im fine”

“…cool”

*awkward silence*

“so wanna get food now”

“yes please”

Dinner would be awkward and silent, he reallywouldn’t know how to bring up the subject because deep down inside…HE WASACTUALLY REALLY WORRIED LIKE HIS EMOTIONS WERE BOUNCING ALL OVER THE PLACE LIKEWERE YOU ACTUALLY OKAY

But he didn’t want to tell you because thatwould mean he cared and like…

Ew emotion

So he subtly brings it up

“Hey, just a suggestion, you know you don’t haveto listen to me or anything. Matter of fact you could just ignore me if youwant. Actually just forget-“

“what is it”

“…let’s go to the hospital to see if you’re okay……orwhatever.”

And you guys did and he sort of gave you hellwhen y’all found out about your leg and ribcage

“just don’t cross the street anymore”

“seriously you’re such a handful mc”

“when you’re about to cross a street call me so Ican come hold your hand-look out for you. So I can make sure you don’t get hit”

He literally ends up getting a job as a crossingguard..LMAO

Requests are open y’all!