#I FEEL SO JOLLY :3c

[im-a-silly-goose]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Twin Peaks (TV 1990) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dale Cooper/Albert Rosenfield Characters: Albert Rosenfield, Dale Cooper (Twin Peaks), Andy Brennan, Lucy Moran, Denise Bryson, Tommy "Hawk" Hill, Harry Truman (Twin Peaks) Additional Tags: Transgender Albert Rosenfield, Autistic Dale Cooper (Twin Peaks), Transitioning, Transfem Albert Rosenfield, One-Sided Dale Cooper/Harry Truman (Twin Peaks), Mutual Pining, Crying Summary:

Albert figures out who 'he' truly is. During this journey, with all the twists and turns it takes 'him', 'he' falls in love with a good friend.

[prokyon]

We are doing a fundraiser stream series to help my girlfriend come to Australia! This will keep her fed til departure.

[ID: We are doing a fundraiser stream series to help my girlfriend come to Australia! This will keep her fed til departure.]

Donate here! https://streamelements.com/thejollywriter/tip

Donations of $50+ get a digital artwork by me! I'll draw you something nice, your pick!

GOALS:

$50 Jolly drinks bacon soda

$200 No-loadout Warzone Challenge

$400 POTATO CAM

$600 Jolly plays a scary game WITH potato cam

$800 COMMUNITY GAMES with STICK-FIGHT

$1,000 Jolly has to beat Ace Combat 7 with INVERTED flight controls. She will suffer >:3c

STRETCH GOAL:

If we reach $1,250, the stream chat gets to make Baldur's Gate 3 decisions! That's right, YOU will get to make Jolly live her best or worst BG3 life.

DOLLAR INCENTIVES:

$10 get your name on the t-shirt of gratitude

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$50 art by ME for YOU*

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There is no time limit! This fundraiser will be open until we meet the goal or Jolly leaves the USA, whichever comes first!

[buubonita]

budbonita. fellow horrortale connoisseur. opinions on the horrortale game that came out this jolly holly eve,,,,,,, me personally i am very calm and relaxed (eye twitch) 🙂

Hello, Tryglybud! Its good to see you again in my ask box :3c okay lets het to the point shall we?

THERE IS SPOILERS ON THIS, so have that on mind before READING!!!

WARNING FOR child death mention, decapitation mention.

That said (rubs my little fly hands)

If there's one thing I really liked about Horrortale is that SAS takes elements from the original game and re-routes them to fit the story. The charm of Horrortale is that it's precisely an alternate timeline that you can believe will happen without problems. A neutral route that turns into the living hell of monsters.

Anyway, now to point out the little things I liked.

The dark twist of Sans' Iceezs puzzle! In the original the joke is that you can't find any of the words that are written (the fucking puzzle is not doing the puzzle if you want to pass it. It's literally doing nothing lol) but here you literally HAVE to find the words to advance. I found it funny because if you've played UT your first instinctive action is to do nothing! It's like that Papyrus puzzle and the colored tiles that you don't expect to be relevant and then it turns out that it was! Just cute, thanks SAS.

The music! the overall atmosphere is super eerie and ominous, the opening song for waterfall is simple and sounds like still water. It gives you the feeling that you're in dead ground. Like the genocidal route in waterfall and its theme, but again, SAS USES the game's foundations and directs them into their own story YYYYYY OUAGHAHA I LOVE IT! Do you think Aliza inhales the dust in the air while walking?

Goner Kid!'s dialogue is literally a reversal of what one of Gaster's followers says about living in a world where everything is exactly the same but you don't exist in it. In this case, SAS AGAIN redirects and gives new meaning to phrases and details from the game for Horrortale.

The underground would probably have been saved if Sans didn't exist, that is, if Sans had decided to die for all of them! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH I'M REALLY SMILING LIKE A LUNATIC. I love, LOVE the importance SAS gives to the source material considering Horrortale is a timeline and not an AU! It adds another layer of depth and reinforces the plot a lot; you who played the game and knew the story and grew fond of these characters are now witnessing the suffering that YOU as a player caused in one of your games!

Onion san submerged in that pit of black water was scary, I really expected him to come out of there to kill me when I first saw him (and I wanted that to happen, for him to jump out and kill us why not? >:3). His exchange with Aliza is sweet and adorable considering how scary he managed to look at the beginning haha. Horrortale is still a sad story even though it has scary elements.

The painting on the wall of waterfall reminded me of that thing Alphys created to rip out Horror's magic eye, although the description says it seems to be from a creature. It's probably ambiguous on purpose.

Aliza's deaths are brutal. I died with River Person for the first time and I felt bad for Aliza, poor thing was stripped down to the bone! A gruesome death. The rabid Temmies! I loved that they were included, their dialogue is simple but works well and feels in character. She was decapitated, MY POOR GIRL! Devored, impaled, drowned, this girl wont stop going through the most horrorific DEATHS!

And that's another thing with Horrortale, they all feel in character just like their original versions! Sans is still a joker, only his psychosis has made him more violent, more sadistic and prone to darker humor (I'd eat Horrortale's little black humor animated shorts with fries). He also keeps the tendency to beat up children, his character is consistent and that's why he's my favorite.

There's such a thick and obvious parallel with Aliza and Horror when he says "how much do you think your life is worth?" I mean, if he's on her case maybe it's because he wasn't in her shoes for long (although Aliza doesn't wear shoes!)

And I'm not saying Killer or Dust aren't, they're also wonderful in their own way but they're maybe very different approaches, but they work (and I love them too, believe me).

My only complaint with this little game is that it's very short once you figure out all the puzzles! But I can't complain when we get more of the comic in JANUARY (my birthday month!!). I look forward to more story and seeing more characters soon. This was a little treat i will treasure with all my heart.

[ruruumin]

omg hello there !! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

i feel like an idiot for only noticing you now LOL but i just wanted to swing by and introduce myself! im dooby nice to meet you and hopefully we can interact more! i love your aesthetic and see that you also like alhaitham ! (i fear also share the same type - except i'm currently going down a dr ratio rabbit hole rn HAHA)

i'd love to see you around and hope that the holidays are treating you well! ♡

oh my gosh // hi dooby <3 (oml i was literally trembling with my phone in my hands when i saw ur inbox because ive been reading ur stories for a while and theyre all so good 😭😭 its like an angel came down n blessed me this holiday)

the name is ruru(mi) and my game is BEING INTO EMOTIONALLY UNAVAILABLE OR ALOOF GENIUSES !! i love that we have the same tastes because my hyperfixation with alhaitham is out of this world (im going down my rin itoshi rabbit hole before i revert back to alhaitham)

i'd love to see u around as well !! i wish u a very jolly holiday :3c

[pictuajjx]

𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒/𝐎 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

✎ Hi--Hello, welcome aboard! This is just a silly Laughing Jack headcanon post if he was your S/O. There might be a teensy weensy bits of warning, but promising, there won't be any kind of NSFW stuff here. (×_×) Most part, it's Fluff! and some sad stuff. idk ~ Debbie

𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬)

Wow, okay, you somehow charmed the silly clown fellow that kills people? Lucky you! Or maybe not.

Before you both started dating each other, at least one of you had to make up their own minds in confessing. There was several different ways to go around this. Why is there different ways? That's because this man has massive mood swings, and you might have different thinking! (￣ω￣;)

If you're not the type of person to go up and confess, he'll bring the confession up to you. Meaning, he probably broke into your house in the middle of the night just to bring his own confession, as an apology, he gives you candy. Sweet intentions, bad execution Mr. clown.

2. If you're the type of person to confess bravely, he'd probably be confused at first but glad to accept it. Go you!

3. Mentioning his mood swings.. Is this one. He can be a real sweetheart sometimes, but he can be real sassy and a tease. If he KNOWS you like him, he'll tease you into confessing your feelings for him so he can laugh at you. In a good way! (unless he doesn't reciprocate your feelings, that's a bummer)

Considering his mood swings, it's going to be a hassle dealing with him as a partner. He'll try his best not to out lash, but several things can really trigger him randomly.

If he ever does hurt or become angry at you, he'll apologize with candy. Of course, he doesn't believe that candy will just fix everything, so he does acts of services and tries his best to do anything you want him to do! (cough, people pleaser. that's what happens when you get abandoned hoping the next one doesn’t leave you too)

Speaking about the abandoning part, he gets anxious and worried if you leave him. Abandonment issues at its finest! Just keep on reassuring him and he’ll be happy about it… eventually

ENOUGH WITH THE SAD SAPPY STUFF! Cute stuff :3c

His arms are like those things at car washes, the ones that flails their arms up in the air and all noodlely! He’s able to stretch his arms like them and hug you around. LJ also likes to make you laugh with them.

Big nickname user. Will mainly call you doll, but he can be real specific about nicknames! Jolly bean, sour candy, etc. He just mainly nicknames you with candy stuff based off of personality, couldn’t think of more LMAO

LOVES cuddling and surrounding himself onto you. If he ever catches you out unaware, he’ll hug onto you.

Being around with him can never be boring honestly. He tries his best to entertain you, and if anything he does doesn’t make you have fun, he’ll secretly try to find out what you like. He wants to figure it out himself rather than just asking.

Earlier I mentioned how he can become a tease. Whenever he’s like that with you, he makes sure to make you blush on accident. He thinks it’s cute! He may be a teasing bastard on the outside but in the inside he’s giggling and kicking his feet. (HAHA, I might draw this)

Doesn’t care about your insecurities, in fact he finds them all to be beautiful. He doesn’t have a specific type, but just as long as they aren’t too rude. He’ll love you forever! (Bad thing or not bad thing?)

Whenever he’s giving you candy, it’s like a fortune cookie. You unwrap the wrapper, get a note, and it’s a messages that’s corny but sweet, alongside with a candy attached.

If you’re at work or busy, he patiently waits like a dog. When you come back to him he’ll mourn about how boring it was to you, and act extremely dramatic.

You being gone for WAY too long? He’ll make sure you won’t leave by his side for the next few days, unless the next things you have to do is REALLY important.

✎ sorry it’s not much! I’m really tired right now, it’s 3:00 AM now. Next time I’ll be talking about my Laughing Jack design! Toodaloo! ~ Debbie

[iniqiiiluvs]

Atwow human hc’s

The tonowari’s (idk what their last names would be 😭)

They are māori obviously

They do a lot of outside shit

They’re strong asl

Tonowari

This man is HUGE like he’s tall asf and wide💀

The tats go crazy

Very muscular

I feel like he would have 3c hair

Very shiney silky hair

VERY tan

Very nice def looks mean tho

This man be whipping in the kitchen bruh

Like let me get a plate

Cares deeply for his family

Ronal

Looks mean is mean

She can be nice sometimes

I feel like she would have lighter skin

Wavy butt length 2b hair

Baddie😮‍💨

Someone said she would work in the medical field and I couldn’t agree more

Also great hair genes

That’s all I have for her

Ao’nung

Was bad asf as a kid and bad asf now 😭

caramel skin tone

He’s so fuckin fine like damn 😮‍💨

Tall asl like 6’1

Mid back length 3b hair

Takes pride in his culture and heritage

Has his hair up most of the time but when he takes it out LAWD

Nice eyebrows

Leanish muscular bod

Popular

Tsireya

SO PRETTY

So nice too people can’t help but to fall in love

Big 5’5 energy idk

Thicc eyebrows like her brother

They def get them from their dad

Waist length 3b hair

Gets her nails done like almost every week

Smells SO good

Baddie just like her mama

Great hair routine

Also popular

Roxto (because why not)

Cutieee

Looks like lil mosey (obviously) but darker skin

He’s so shy and awkward

5’9 energy

Raised by granny energy (like everyone says)

His hairline is CRISPY

fade w 3b curls (idk the name of the hairstyle)

Not popular and doesn’t have a problem w that

Very oblivious when someone has a crush on him because he can’t fathom the fact that someone likes him

I feel like he has a obsession with jolly rancher’s idk

Had braces but never wore his retainer but his teeth NEVER shifted 😭

He can EAT a lot

Yuh

[akkivee]

i tried out the hypmic teas!!!!!! i’m not a reputable tea drinker, since my preferred method of making tea is to pour boiling water on my tea bag and let it stew in liquid flames for minutes i’m sure feels like hours for the bag (i like my tea strong, scalded leaves be damned lmao) but i prepared it according to the directions and tasted it for there so it should be true to flavour lol

so the instructions for brewing the tea were as follows: 1️⃣ prepare a cup of 150ml (~2/3c) hot water 2️⃣ let it cool a bit and add the tea bag 3️⃣ let it steep for 3-4 minutes!!! so what i did was boil water and after adding the amount to my tea cup, i let it cool for 4 minutes and then steeped the bag for 4 minutes (…..and some change for the photos LOL)

❤️☕️: bb had a strawberry rooibos tea!!!! the tea had a very overpowering scent the moment i took it out and that was basically my warning LOL i wound up sipping that tea first and almost immediately sipped mtc’s, except that strawberry flavour lingers fr, so i almost did mtc a disservice. what was really neat about the tea tho is that for every moment the tea lingered on the tongue, the flavour changed and became bolder!!!!! i assume that was the strawberry notes changing to the rooibos notes but it was sick to experience lol!!!!

💙☕️: mtc’s flavour was yokohama afternoon tea!!!! it was an english black tea blend essentially lol but the downside of this is that, since it’s a tea i drink regularly and therefore over brew for my preferred tastes, it tasted weak to me lol, but that’s not the tea’s fault. i think it needed the boiling water personally!!!!! other than that tho, it was a lovely blend 😃

💛☕️: posse had a caramel and chestnut tea!!!!! it was a black tea blend tho, so again, it felt a little weak to me in the beginning. i wound up taking multiple sips to try and discern where the caramel and chestnut was coming from but when i could, i found it was similar to the bb tea where the flavours shifted over time. i wasn’t nearly as powerful as bb’s but i think that was again bc it was a black tea and needed hotter water to brew in. i added about 1/2tbs of sugar to each of these cups after my initial sips (i also like sugar in my tea lol i think it enhances flavour) and felt the flavours jumped more after that addition!!

🩶☕️: mtr had a jasmine tea and i’m not gonna lie lmao!!!!! after drinking this tea, it made me realise i had never had a jasmine tea that wasn’t over brewed LOL and i presume it’s bc cafes over brew for additives, but the astringency in those jasmine teas has always been off putting, even as someone who prefers astringency in black tea. now tho lol!!!!! it’s such a pleasantly flavourful tea i’m sorry we do your tea dirty lol!!!!!! thank you mtr for always guiding us to the light and showing me the error of my ways LOL

🧡☕️: dh had an apricot black tea!!!! and similar to all the other black teas before it, it needed a longer brew time or initial hotter water lol. like it came out of the bag smelling very strong so i had high expectations but was let down initially. but i was sipping on this tea as i typed this out lol with the bag still in the cup and MAN it’s such a nice flavour, especially with that added sugar!!! hotter water and a 7 minute steeping would absolutely do this tea justice 👌

💜☕️: bat’s flavour was kyouhou grape iirc???? and it’s the tea i’ve had the most trepidation about trying lol since jp grape tastes like medicine to me. i did have the bat grape candy tho and it tasted closer to grape jolly rancher that the medicinal taste i remember so i came in with a bit more hope lol!!!!! the bag had a very strong scent (it overpowered dh’s actually and dh’s was strong lol) but it’s a black tea so the flavour wasn’t as strong as it could have been. maybe that was in its favour tho bc the grape taste still shone thru even tho it probably could’ve used better brewing conditions!!!! and sugar definitely complimented that!!!! i also sipped this tea as i typed this out and tbh, that medicinal flavour became more pronounced as time went on, and it lingers lol, so i’d actually brew this as intended lol, maybe a bit longer to hit a stronger grape sweet spot

my favourite of the bunch just might be bb!!!!!

[giggly-squiggily]

Hewwo! I got the Pokimans Arceus Legends Brainrot and I was wondering if you got any headcanons for Laventon? 👉👈 I... Very much love the him and your pkmn tickle headcanons are the literal best in the whole universe soooo <3c

Aww! Thank you, I appreciate it! 🥰 I love Laventon, so this was a joy! Headcanon coming right up!

-Dad. Laugh. This man’s got such a jolly dad laugh! Its full of adorable wheezes and “ehehehe’s” between halfhearted “noooos!” And “ahhhhh!”s! It’s so freaking charming!

-Doesn’t fight back at all in tickle wars- he just kinda lays back and let it happen. If he’s feeling especially shy he’ll try to pull his hat over his eyes, but that often leaves him open for even more tickle attacks! Rei especially likes to target him.

-His worst spots are his belly, sides, and neck! He’s fairly tall, so it’s not hard to get behind him and start tickling if he’s getting nervous or rambling too long about the various Pokémon he meets.

-He gets ticked by Pokémon a lot! Especially the starters he always has on him. Sometimes the weather gets cold so he’ll gather them up in his jacket- but that only results in them inadvertently tickling him! Don’t be surprised if you see him struggling to stay still when you come to deliver your Pokédex updates!

-For all his goofiness, his actual tickling style is quite strategic! He has a knack for finding his victims tickle spots along with any other sensitive areas! He’s a big goofball- Pokémon jokes and puns are his favorite thing when tickling someone! His signature move is to trap his targets! “Oh, Rei? Could you look at this?” “Akari, be a dear and hand me that tea box? Yes, the one on the third self.” “(Y/N), could I trouble you for a hug?” Once you fall for it, your set for a good ounce of tickles!

-Post tickles with Laventon are full of hugs and “Jolly good”s! He loves to make others laugh- especially given how hard things are for our main characters. If he can bring some happiness to them, he will :)

I hope these were good!

[jehannanmage]

get to know the blogger !

can be used for RP  and  non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen.

1. name: Vicky 2. strange fact about yourself: I like to think of myself as p chill, but... I definitely used to be a really vindictive demon child. My way or the highway. My mum recalls a day where she made me mad and she woke up to me standing beside her bed, hands behind my back -- after coaxing my hands forth, she discovered I was holding scissors...

She just kinda went like. ok. weird. then later went to do laundry and found that her pillowcases had been cut up 8)

3. top 3 physical things you find attractive on a person: eyes, for sure. the way a person smiles. the back/shoulders maybe? Honestly never really thought about it ._. 4. a food you could eat forever and not get bored of: stirfry probably. Gimme that rice and veggies!! Veggiessss <3 OR PIZZA. PIZZZZAAAAAAAAAA 5. a food you hate: do iced cappuccinos count? yuck. failing that, i guess... peanut butter. 6. guilty pleasure: honestly anything??? I’m trying to learn to let go but I still can’t help feeling guilty whenever I’m not doing something productive. Which is so draining. Which doesn’t tend to lead toward future productivity, really. A nasty cycle, that. So. Like. Drawing. Writing. Comicking. Gaming. Cartoons. hhhhhhhhh 7. what do you sleep in: tee and PJ pants. My fave is probably my yellow tee with Trafalgar Law’s Heart Pirates jolly roger on it :3c I need to get some new stuff, all of mine has holes in it oTL haven’t found anything i like 8. serious relationships or flings: ehhh probably serious? Again, not something I’ve considered much of late either way. 9. if you could go back in the past and change one thing about your life, what would it be: egh... probably seeking solutions to both mental and physical health issues sooner rather than later. oops. (probably a lot easier to fix injuries n such Not 10 years after the fact.. aha..) 10. are you an affectionate person: hmm... probably just an average amount of affectionate? don’t mind it but don’t necessarily go out of my way, either. 11. a movie you could watch over and over again: i don’t watch movies much buuut... probably the first half of How To Train Your Dragon. It’s magical qwq 12. favourite book: god it’s been so long uh. I don’t think I have a favourite, you know, but the Elfstones of Shannara by Terry Brooks is probably close. 13. you have the opportunity to keep any animal as a pet, what would you choose: any animal, you say... snow leopards are hands down my fave < 3 but if we’re going more like, normal critters, I’ve always loved cats. I’d love to adopt another but not until I know I’m settled/able to provide. (In the meantime... I am fostering kitties/trying to help them along to their furever homes qvqb!!) 14. top 5 fictional ships: ehhhh. i don’t really. ship much. I dunno. /shrug I kinda like lukanette tho it’s just. warm. lessee. what else. matthew x leila I guess? I’m not ride or die for any ships, really. (Like!! I will gladly listen to friends talk about the merits of their OTPs and don’t get me wrong, I love romance stuff-- but I've never really gone out of my way to hc pairings /shrug) 15. pie or cake: both. gimmme. (unless it’s sugar pie, then, That.) 16. favourite scent: freshly cut wood, or a nice fire burning in the pit in the backyard... the ocean breeze... my neighbours barbecuing delicious foodstuffs... vanilla... ;v; bliss 17. celebrity crush: don’t care much ‘bout celebrities :v younger me used to think matt dallas from kyle xy was p dang attractive tho. (why did they cancel it aaaaaa) 18. if you could travel anywhere, where would you go: anywhere and everywhere!! I’ think I’d like to go to Europe next, maybe backpack across it or smth. I’d love to do a Visit Friends tour of the US at some point. And I really really wanna go back to Japan, too. The world is so vast though... cool stuff to see everywhere. 19. introvert or extrovert: introverted? far less than I used to be but still nowhere near extroverted. 20. do you scare easily: eh. so-so.  21. iphone or android: iphone for now. probably trying android next phone I get though. . . 22. do you play any video games: yes. gimme them JRPGs. and smash bros. aaaaaaaa fight me 23. dream job: hahahahahhah dream job would be Not Having to Work 8) Nah but, definitely something in the creative field. That’s what all the career quizzes say i would need to feel happy and fulfilled, anyway <w< If I ever got off my butt and got good enough to make a living off my stories, comics or otherwise, that’d be the dream. Honestly, I don’t know what the future holds for me and at this point I’m almost scared to ask/find out! 24. what would you do with a million dollars: pay off my student loans, help my fam a bit, invest the vast majority!! (and later, I’d love to donate to causes I support), travel a bit!!! or a lot!! go back to school???? buy So Many damn commissions of my OCs, and... welllll... if I need to pay to get someone who will actually Help me with my injuries n mental health, then, that!!! Being pain free would be amazing. 25. fictional characters you hate: i don’t think i hate any characters? I tend to like a lot of the snarkier ones, aheh; 26. fandom that you were once apart of but aren’t any longer: fandoms are Scary 8) why can’t peeps just be nice to each other jkkhjakk;aasfd (that is to say, I don’t usually partake -- ferp stuffs is probably the most i’ve done so)

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[minhoinator]

By My Side, A Hogwarts AU (22/75)

troublesome tea -  Several long minutes passed, and when the last cup was down Trelawney opened her eyes. “When you are sure the tea is drained, pass it to your chosen partner and open your Unfogging the Future to pages five and six, and begin your readings.”

“You think it’s ready?” Kibum whispered, peeking under his overturned teacup with Minho turned to the right pages. 

“Sure.”

master list // AO3 // AFF // first year - muggle-born, sorted, first day, homesick, hallowe’en, deck the halls, possibilities, belonging, exceedingly acceptable, return to king’s cross - second year - diagonally, taking flight, ten points, all that glitters, holly jolly, push and pull, shooting stars, special treat, sleepover, promises made - third year - promises kept

@lockandminkey @minhosbowties @sapphicshawol @artfulkey @shinyexo  @posygal  @bumkeyko @usuallydreamin  @taespoon-of-sugar (if anyone else wants to be tagged in this, just let me know!)

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Excitement thrummed through the Great Hall, even before the owls made their appearance. The first couple days of school were always charged with such enthusiasm – with the first years eager to see if Hogwarts lived up to their expectations, the seventh years anticipating the end of the term, even at the beginning of the year, and everyone in between ready and waiting to prove themselves in this new term.

It was always fun, while it lasted.

Kibum poured himself a second bowl of Pixie Puffs as he listened to Analecia talk about her family trip over the summer to visit her grandparents in Spain. Based on her descriptions alone, the Gràcia Festival in Barcelona was something that he wanted to see for himself someday, if possible.

“Third years, right?” They both looked up, as did Callum and Aaron across from them. Marjory Phillips, Slytherin’s new Head Girl, looked at them over the huge stack of papers in her arms.

“Yeah, we are,” Aaron said.

Marjory licked the forefinger of her free hand and sifted through the papers, her green and silver nail polish glittering in the light of the hovering candles. She passed one to each of them, moving on to the next cluster of students before they could thank her.

Kibum scanned his copy quickly to see which classes he shared with Minho this year. Divination, History of Magic, and Astronomy were all a given, but… “Charms and Herbology, okay.”

“Hmm?” He glanced over at Analecia, who was still studying her schedule.

“Nothing.”

He took one last bite of his cereal before he got up and started for the door. Footsteps pounded behind him, and Kibum smiled, knowing exactly who it was without having to turn around. Minho’s arm slung over his shoulder, holding him close for a second before letting him go.

“Hey, buddy. How’s your morning?” he asked as they started down the steps to the basement.

“Okay, so far. Getting settled into your new room?”

“Yeah.” They both stopped in the corner of the basement hallway, deciding whether to head to Hufflepuff or Slytherin first. Kibum nodded toward Slytherin, and Minho followed him down the darker hallway. “I’m a little sad – “

“Oh, no. Why?”

“ – because they finally ripped out that Christmas tree we planted in first year.”

Minho pouted for a second. “Probably Filch.”

“Probably, yeah.” They stopped before the empty brick wall, and Kibum fished his wand out of his pocket. “Argenti anguis,” he said, tapping the right brick three times. Both of them took a step back as the wall took itself apart to let them inside. Kibum stepped through, glancing back at the darkened hallway where Minho still stood. “You coming?”

“Is…that okay?”

Kibum scoffed. “Yeah, why not?”

Tentatively, Minho stepped inside, looking around the common room. It had been almost two years since he had been inside Slytherin. It wasn’t a huge deal to have students from other houses come into Slytherin, although, they were usually guests of the older students.

Both of them kicked off their shoes, leaving them on the rug of four intertwining serpents as Kibum lead him to his new room. It wasn’t much different than the other two, though the beds seemed slightly bigger, if possible. He flipped up his bed skirt, revealing his textbooks – both old and new.

“How much time do we have?” Minho asked as he slipped Kibum’s schedule out of his robe pocket.

Aaron’s alarm clock read 8:50. “I’ve got five minutes. You’ve got ten.”

Minho nodded, pulling out The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection and dropping it on Kibum’s bed. “Today is Friday, right?”

“Yeah.”

Unfogging the Future joined The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection on Kibum’s bed. “Divination on the first day…are we ready for that?”

“Not sure,” Kibum pulled A History of Magic and the third volume of The Standard Book of Spells out and placed them on his lap before he grabbed the other two textbooks. “You tell me…What are you doing?”

Minho’s face morphed into this mock-serious expression, his eyebrows scrunching almost comically. He placed his fingertips on Kibum’s temples and hummed quietly as he struggled not to smile. “Hmmm…my mind’s eye is telling me…the vision is a little foggy but…it’s telling me…” he dropped his hands and opened his eyes, grinning as he tried not to laugh. “…nothing. It’s telling me nothing. I got it removed in ‘96.”

Kibum coughed back a laugh. “Oh, did you.”

“Yes. It was traumatizing.”

Both burst into giggles, Kibum shoving Minho away before he collapsed against his shoulder until he could catch his breath. After a second of calmness, Kibum looked up at the clock again. 8:56. “Oh, shit, I’ve gotta go to class.” He helped Minho up and they hurried to the door. “Meet me by the stairs after class?” Kibum asked as he shoved his feet into his already-tied shoes.

“Sure.”

“Good luck!” He called out as he started for the stairs once again.

* - * - *

Panted breaths and heavy footfalls echoed in the stairwell up to the third floor. Once they reached the top, Minho stopped and rested against the banister with Travis and Rhesa for a second. After a moment, they continued on, but Minho remained.

“Aren’t you coming?” Rhesa asked.

Minho turned from where he was leaning on the curled end of the banister on the third floor, looking up at them. “No,” Travis answered her before Minho could. “He’s waiting for Kibum.” 

“Yeah, we’ll be up there soon. It’s in the North Tower, right?”

Rhesa nodded, and they resumed their trek up the stairs, followed by several other Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors. When the first of the Ravenclaws passed him, Minho perked up, watching the stream of third-year students coming out of Classroom 3C for Kibum. Soon, however, the stream became a trickle until there were no more students coming down the hall.

But still, no Kibum.

Minho adjusted his backpack and started down the corridor, his pace picking up once Classroom 3C was in sight. As soon as he reached the open doorway, Kibum was coming out. Both jumped, Kibum clutching his armful of parchment rolls and textbooks to his chest as he let out a deep breath.

“What took you so long?” Minho asked, turning around so Kibum could get into his backpack.”

“Sorry.” He stuffed one of his books inside. “I accidentally spilled ink all over my notes.“

“Oh no!”

“It’s okay. O’Neely helped me.”

“Oh.” Minho looked down the empty hall. “Ready?”

Kibum zipped Minho’s backpack back up, patting it. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

They started down the corridor, hurrying to catch up to their classmates, who were nowhere to be found. The journey to the North Tower was quite the trek, even from where they were on the third floor. It took far longer than it should to get there, with the changing staircases and the misdirection from the well-meaning paintings. After another seemingly wrong turn, Minho spotted Peeves throwing buttons at a hissing Mrs. Norris in an abandoned classroom.

Sighing heavily, he looked over at Kibum. “Should we ask Pe -- “

“Minho,” he said, his voice laced with exasperation. “I know we’re lost as hell but are we really at our last resort?” There was a flicker of movement in their peripheral and Minho glanced up. Oh, no...he spotted them. Kibum grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the doorway and they took off down the hall. “We don’t talk to him! Remember what happened last time?”

“Shh!” Minho pulled his hand back, glancing around. “Someone could hear you.”

“Who? Who the f -- “

“Beware!” Kibum froze, his gaze flicking to Minho as both of their eyes widened. “Beware, young comrade, as a foul slip of the tongue when fair maidens are present is unchivalrous!”

Minho peeked over Kibum’s head and stared at the painted knight who stood in a windy, grassy field, leaning against a rather fat and dappled pony. Two Ravenclaw girls were standing at the foot of the painting, amused as they watched he and Kibum approach them. 

“We were just asking Cadogan -- “

“SIR!” the knight bellowed, Minho flinching as his voice rang through the landing.

“-- right, yeah, Sir Cadogan how to get to the classroom.”

Sir Cadogan lifted his visor and cleared his throat. "It is quite simple. All one needs to do is -- "

“Yeah, yeah, we heard you the first time. Come on, guys,” one of the girls said, the other waving for Kibum and Minho to follow them into a room with a narrow, spiral staircase. The girls stopped and glanced at each other, one of them stepping up on the first step while the other moved aside. “You two can go first.”

“No, really, you two go,” Minho said. The one on the steps gulped and smoothed her skirt as she averted her eyes. Kibum let out a small little oh before he started to climb the stairs, motioning for Minho to follow him. “What was that about?” Minho whispered when they reached the second flight of stairs.

“I think they didn’t want to risk us looking up their skirts, even if it was an accident.”

“Ohhh...”

“Come on.” There were another couple flights of stairs, each one narrower than the last. Now feeling a little dizzy, Minho and Kibum staggered into the small, circular room at the top where all the other students were waiting.

“Took you long enough,” someone muttered when the Ravenclaw girls joined them.

A sharp creaking from above stopped any conversation, and everyone looked up to see what was causing it. An elaborate trapdoor in the ceiling was opened, a warm crimson light seeping out from the circular opening. There was a flash of silver, and the crowd parted as a thin rope ladder descended in the midst of them. 

“I guess...we’re supposed to climb it?” Someone on the opposite side of the room said.

“Yeah, no shit.” Several people laughed, Minho and Kibum included. 

“Ladies first,” Damien said with a deceptively kind smile -- Minho knew better than to believe it. 

When Chelsea stepped up to the rope, Minho surged forward and swiped it out of her hands. “No, we will,” he said, looking directly at Damien, who’s smile faltered slightly. He hoped no one noticed how his hand was shaking on the ladder when he looked back at Chelsea and the girls behind her. “Do...do you guys mind?”

A relieved not at all seemed to be the consensus from the girls, so Minho handed Damien the ladder and stepped back as he started to climb it. He glanced over at Kibum, who gave him a quick nod before Minho followed Damien up. Minho was preparing himself on the climb up for a probable confrontation with Damien, only to find him standing there with his mouth slightly agape. 

The air itself was a dusty pink, permeated by the crimson light shining through the draperies and the smoke from the incense that perfumed the room with the scent of jasmine and rose. Minho struggled not to sneeze as he climbed into the room. The professor, Trelawney, he thought her name was, sat in a plush armchair by the roaring fire. Her eyes were closed, but she followed their movement into the room.

“Just take a seat wherever you feel is best, my children,” she said, her voice a soothing whisper. “Ah, not there, Mr. Brent, there is some lingering chocolate that will stain your pants.” Damien shot out of the seat he was about to take and moved to another. 

More boys filed into the classroom, Minho keeping a close watch for Kibum from his seat closest to the wall of teacups. When he finally appeared, Minho waved him over through the perfumed haze. “What took you so long?” he asked as Kibum sat cross-legged on the ottoman across from him.

“I was the last guy.” 

One by one, the girls came through the trap door, and once Analecia closed the door behind her and was in her seat, Trelawney opened her eyes, her voice floating to them through the haze, almost like they were underwater and she was speaking to them from the shore.

“Welcome, one and all, to Divination. I am Professor Trelawney, and I will be your spiritual mentor and guide for the rest of your years spent on these hallowed grounds.” 

“Is she referring to the classroom, or...” Kibum let his whispered thought trail off when her wide, glasses-magnified eyes glanced their way. 

“Perhaps I am not as familiar to you as the other professors.” Which was true. Minho only remembered seeing her at the opening and closing feasts of the year. “As it is, I find it exceeding difficult to traverse the halls. It fogs the mind’s eye to always be immersed in society. 

“I almost regret to inform you, my dears, that not everyone will be gifted in this, the most difficult of all the magical arts. If you do not have the Sight, there’s only so much I can teach you, as your spiritual mentor. Do not think that if you are talented in the violent or abrasive magic of waving your wand about that your skills will carry over to this, the gentler and mysterious magic of looking into the beyond and gaining insight on the future. 

“Sadly, for most, the gift of sight is granted to but a few. You, my child,” she pointed to the opposite side of the room to Rhesa. “Your familiar, how does she fair?”

“...Fine?” 

Trelawney's expression pursed to one of great sorrow and concern. Minho thought he could see tears fogging up her thick glasses. “I hope I am wrong, then, for your sake.”

She turned back to the class, continuing as though nothing had happened. 

“For those gifted few, as well as the rest of you, I will be guiding you through the most basic methods of Divination -- my dear, please stop tapping the table with your toe, or else you’ll break my favorite piece of china, “ she said as she glided past Travis, who scoffed when he glanced down at his and Rhesa’s empty table. “ -- which include the art of reading tea leaves, then palmistry, followed by fire omens, and, if we have indeed recovered from his -- “ she gestured to Millicent across the room, “ -- tragic mishap with his wand, then we’ll be able to return to this classroom and continue our study of crystal balls.”

Trelawney sat back against the table before her chair, the firelight tracing her in a glowing orange aura. “Now, if you would, Mr. Choi,” Minho froze in his seat, dreading what pronouncement might follow his name. “Please bring me the largest teapot you can find, and the rest of you, divide yourselves into pairs.”

He gulped as he stood up, and searched the wall of shelves full of teapots, teacups, and saucers on the other side of Kibum. When he spotted the largest one, a silver one, he stepped down onto the bright red shag carpet and cautiously made his way over to where Trelawney was. She gave him a solemn nod before he hurried back to Kibum.

“Now, if you would all make your way to the wall and choose the teacup and saucer that speaks to you. They do not have to match!” she added as they all started to get up from their seats. “And Mr. Reed, be sure to take two and set one to the side.” Travis frowned at her as they all got up to find a teacup for themselves. 

“Once you have your tea, go ahead and drink it, leaving but a thimbleful in the bottom. With your left hand, swirl your teacup three times and place it rim-side down on your chosen saucer to allow it to drain.”

Minho picked one with delicate red roses painted on the rim, a thin gold line tracing the brim and the handle and the base. He blew a thin layer of dust out of the cup and started to clean it with the sleeve of his robe. “What’d you get?” he asked Kibum when he stood behind him in line. He held his up, showing Minho the cluster of blue violets painted on the side as he also wiped his clean. 

Once they reached Trelawney, she filled their cups half full and sent them on their way with a wave of her hand. Out of sync slurps were heard all around the room as they struggled to drink their too-hot tea quickly. “Can we ask for sugar?” someone asked behind him, but Trelawney didn’t hear them, as she seemed to be meditating in her seat. 

Or, she was just ignoring the question.

Several long minutes passed, and when the last cup was down Trelawney opened her eyes. “When you are sure the tea is drained, pass it to your chosen partner and open your Unfogging the Future to pages five and six, and begin your readings.”

“You think it’s ready?” Kibum whispered, peeking under his overturned teacup with Minho turned to the right pages. 

“Sure.” Minho turned his over, not even daring to look inside as he passed it to Kibum. “Okay, so it says here that we’re supposed to read counter-clockwise starting at the handle.” He stared at the leaves in Kibum’s cup, trying to find the symbols in them.

“So, this one sorta looks like a ladder,” Kibum glanced back and forth between the textbook and his cup. “Yeah, a ladder, which means...you’re gonna travel? Oh, or wait,” he studied the book again before he squinted at the teacup. “Okay so that was talking about the past, because the bottom half is the past and the top is the future.” 

Minho nodded, scanning the book himself now. “And the left is negative and the right is positive.”

“Right, okay, so you traveled, which is obviously referring to your move here. And...a horseshoe,” he said, turning the cup, “which means success or luck when choosing a partner or friend.”

“That must mean you!” 

“Yes, you were incredibly lucky that you met me.” Minho cracked up and Kibum grinned, both sobering when the watchful eye of Trelawney focused on them for a moment. Clearing his throat, Kibum turned the cup again. “I think this one is a hammer, or...or an axe, which means that you’ll overcome some problems you’ve been having.” 

“Huh, I wonder what that means.” He set Kibum’s cup down and leaned onto the table. “What’s next?” 

He turned the cup some more. “Well, there’s not much. They look kinda like undefined blobs, see?” He tipped the cup toward Minho. It was true, they did look like blobs. “Maybe they’re mountains, which means either powerful friends or enemies. Or maybe they’re clouds? I don’t know, it’s really hard to tell.” 

Across the room came a tinkling crash, and both of them looked to see Travis staring open-mouthed at the broken cup on the floor. “Mr. Reed, if you would bring up your second cup,” Trelawney said without looking up from her palm.

“What about mine?” Kibum asked when everyone went back to their readings.

“Oh, right!” Minho picked up his cup. “So, there’s these squiggly lines just below the handle. That means...that means difficult journey, but since it’s in the bottom that means it’s in the past,” he added when Kibum gulped. “And this one, well, two kinda look like the mashup of a heart and a butterfly, which means you’ll be successful?” 

“Well, that’s good.” 

“Mmhm.” Minho hummed, turning the cup. “Most of it drained on the right side, which is good.” 

“What...about the left?” 

“Well, there’s definitely an arrow, which means bad news is coming. I don’t know how serious that is.” 

“It can’t be good,” Kibum said with a nervous laugh. “Anything else?” 

“Uh...” Minho stared at the symbol -- a coffin, he was sure about that. He didn’t want to tell Kibum, especially after the arrow, but it was in the bottom left, so it was most likely referring to his dad. Still, he didn’t really want to bring it up, especially since it seemed that Kibum was taking this very seriously. “Nope, there’s a couple of specks, but I don’t think they mean anything.” 

Kibum let out a long sigh before lacing his fingers together in his lap. “I wonder what the bad news will be.”

“Probably nothing. You heard her, there’s probably only a few of us that are gifted with sight,” he said, mimicking her airy tone and grinning when Kibum chuckled. “And that’s probably not me, so...” 

“I guess.” 

It wasn’t too long after they finished their readings that Trelawney dismissed them. Minho took a huge breath of fresh air when they were free from the trapdoor, Kibum coughing roughly behind him. “Charms is next, right?” Minho asked as they started back down the narrow, winding staircase.

“Yeah!” Minho groaned, and Kibum pulled him along down the hall. “Come on, it won’t be that bad. You’ve been doing so well!” 

“But -- “ 

“Nope, you’re gonna do great again this year, right?” They stopped walking when the staircase started to move. “Right?” Minho nodded, trying not to sigh. “Of course, you will.” They started walking again when the staircase connected to the landing. “You really don’t think the reading was accurate?” 

He shook his head. “Of course not,” he said with as much confidence as he could muster.

Kibum took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Okay.”

A/N: If you haven't already, check out my Inktober project! I'm writing short scenes from this AU for every week of this month ^^

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Are you currently in love? >> I know, I haven’t taken this many surveys in a row in a while. I guess maybe sometimes they’re just ~the cure for what ails ya~ or... something. IDK. It’s meditative. And it’s my blog and it’s the middle of the night. Let me live. Anyway, I’m always in love. The subjects of this are myriad. What do you think is your best feature? >> *does an exaggerated Vanna White gesture towards my entire self* Do you regularly dye your hair? >> No. I don’t even irregularly dye it, at this point. Too much mess, too much fuss, and too much maintenance. I’ll just get a wig. Have you ever been in a car accident? >> No. Are you afraid of stink bugs? >> Nah.

How cold is it where you’re at right now? >> It’s not, finally. It took until the literal beginning of May to stop being cold, and I’m still salty about it. Are the holidays a happy time for you? >> They are when I can do what I want. Being around Sparrow’s family for it really takes the wind out of my holiday sails, because they’re the kind of people that spend all this time and effort and money making the holidays look pretty on the outside and then just have rotted spirits underneath. Like their whole attitude about gifts. Ugh. It’s like slime clinging to me the entire holiday. Are you in a relationship? >> I’m in several relationships of varying... variety. What is the one room in your house you spend the most time in? >> Mine. What is your shoe size? >> 8. Are you a male or a female? >> I am a God-Child, a Heir of Red and White, a Singularity, a shape-changer, a wellspring of gold and a font of light, and sometimes even a random human on the internet that some people can verify the existence of, but one thing I am definitely not is a gender. So, what’s your name? >> Rev. Or Shadow. Reverend Shadow the Vacuous Spider, Its Own Thing. Are you interested in anime? >> Not as a rule, but there are some I do enjoy watching. I’m slowly getting used to the medium (a lot of people my age grew up with it but I am not one of those people). Tell me what your last dream was about. >> I don’t remember. Do you regularly play Farmville? >> I have never played Farmville. What do you think of your current president? >> I try not to think of him at all. Is there one website you visit regularly, but would never admit to? >> Nah. Do you own any pets? >> No. How much time per day do you spend on the phone? >> A couple of hours at most, probably. Playing games, mostly. When is your birthday? >> 28th of May. Would you rather have no legs or have no arms? >> No legs. Have you ever done something you regret? >> Sure. Name your favorite cartoon. >> I guess I’d have to go with Metalocalypse. It’s been years and I’m still hurt that it ended like this... What channel is your TV on right now? >> The HDMI channel, lol. Are you any good at singing? >> I used to be a lot better before my voice dropped, because I’d lived almost my whole life with my previous voice and I’ve only had this one for a fraction of the time. And since I don’t sing a lot anymore, I haven’t fully mastered how to sing with this new range. But I don’t think I’m a bad singer, just an out-of-practice one with new-voice problems. How fast can you type? >> Quite. What is your favorite beverage? >> The adult kind. ...I don’t know, lmao. Name a color that represents your personality. >> I’m not sure. Probably something prismatic and not just a solid colour. What is your favorite smell? >> I couldn’t choose. Have you ever shopped at a Hollister? >> No. If you could move right now, where would you move to? >> NOLA, duh. Or maybe Chicago if I had to choose somewhere closer. Although I really do want to get away from this northern climate... Do you procrastinate? >> Sure. How much sleep do you usually get per night? >> Anywhere from 4 to 10 hours. Do you play any sports? >> No. Are you afraid of the dentist? >> No, I just don’t enjoy the experience at all. Who was the last person you called? >> --- Do you swear regularly? >> Yep. Have you ever smoked marijuana? >> Yep. Do you believe in abortion? >> That’s a funny way to phrase that, but yeah, I’m pro-choice. Have you ever tried Jolly Rancher candy canes? >> Yes! I like them. Do you go hunting? >> No. Are you homophobic? >> No. Do you wear glasses? >> No. Do you wish you were taller or shorter? >> I don’t care. What kind of flooring is in your living room? >> Carpet. 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Do you own a gun? >> No. Do documentaries bore you? >> I mean, some would, yeah. War documentaries are out of the question. But there are a lot of docus I like. Are you usually happy or sad most of the time? >> I’m usually neutral. Are you currently in debt? >> Not that I know of. Do you know how to manage your money? >> Sure. Have you ever traveled out of the country? >> No. Are you currently enrolled in college? >> No. What time is it right now? >> 12.55a EST. Is there something else you should be doing besides taking this survey? >> Not at this time of night. Would you be bored without the internet? >> With greater frequency and intensity. Do you have a cell phone? >> Yes. Do you know how to ride a horse? >> No. Have you ever been to Europe? >> No. Are you afraid of spiders? >> I am one. :3c ...So, no. Are you happy with your looks? >> Most of the time. Have you ever been arrested? >> No. Did you graduate from high school? >> Yes. Are you addicted to Facebook? >> Nah. 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Did you do anything fun today? >> Sure. Do you currently have a job? >> No. How long can you hold your breath for? >> Not very long. 

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2, 3, & 23 for the ask meme :3c

2. what’s your feel-good movie?

A lot of Miyazaki movies like Spirited Away, Howl’s Moving Castle, etc. They just get me all giddy when I watch them. Also, I know this is not your average feel-good movie and it covers serious topics, but when I watched Joker, I felt kinda good. I wouldn’t want to rewatch it because some scenes were too raw and painful sometimes, but it felt comforting to see a character relatable with those mental struggles and depicted well in the movie. It was cathartic, so technicalllyyyy a “feel-good” movie for me, although not meant to be one

3. what’s your favorite candle scent?

I like candles!  I don’t really have a favorite, but I bought a watermelon scented one before and I liked having my room smell like jolly ranchers lol. I’m also into floral scents, like lavender. 

23. favorite piece of clothing?

I like boots! Leather boots :D I like them polished and clean. 

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Learning to Fly

Ho Ho Ho! Happy Holidays! Writing holiday fics is the only thing that gets me in the Christmas mood to be honest, so here goes! And it's only 43 days until the big, jolly guy arrives (but not counting at all). I hope you enjoy the premise, I did start this earlier in the year (in part) but decided it could be a festive season fic! If anyone has any cover art ideas let me know.

It's only three days until Christmas and flight attendant Caroline Forbes thought her day was going to be all candy canes, Santa Claus and carols until she meets an unusual passenger on a flight and soon realises there's more to him and the situation than she first thought.

I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings, coming down is the hardest thing…

Chapter 1: Santa Claus is Coming to Town

For the most part Caroline liked her job. Although being a flight attendant certainly had its pitfalls including; unpleasant air sickness mishaps, overbearing passengers with sometimes impossible demands and sleazy (not to mention married) pilots.

There were some advantages though including; heavily discounted travel, first class accommodation and a way to ease her itchy feet. Yes, she'd travelled extensively across the globe after completing high school but Caroline knew that wouldn't pay the bills. The next best thing? Flying around the country for work. At least that way she'd get to see some new places and hopefully experience new things.

"I'd like to wish everyone Happy Holidays and welcome you to Delta Airlines flight DL7693, non stop service to Memphis, Tennessee," Caroline recited through the cabin intercom. Sometimes it was difficult to keep up with all the places she was at times so she had to be extra vigilant to remember her destination.

She knew this spiel from memory given she'd said it enough times. "Please make sure all your cabin luggage is stowed away, the larger item in the compartment above and the smaller under the seat in front of you."

It was at that point she noticed a blonde peeking curiously at her from first class. There was no denying he was gorgeous but it wasn't like Caroline hadn't come across guys just like him on numerous flights. She had to admit that none had lips in such a deep shade of crimson though. It was at that point she faltered, realising she'd lost her place. Bonnie grabbed her attention from outside the cockpit door and gestured to her waist hurriedly. Caroline had to remember to thank her best friend for that little prompt later on when they were in cruising mode.

"Please make sure your seat belts are fastened low and tight, the attendants will now be coming around the cabin before take-off," she finished, noting a somewhat amused expression from her cute but distracting first class passenger as he clicked his seat belt into place as instructed.

"2A?" Katherine asked, nodding discreetly towards the cabin. "Trust me, I would have forgotten too if I got lost in those molten, brown eyes."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh please," she groaned. "If it weren't for Bonnie, who knows what would have happened to our passengers in an emergency without their seat belts?"

"Hilarious," Caroline growled in the brunette's direction before looking towards her saviour. "Thanks, Bon."

"My pleasure," she smiled. "Although my guess is on 3C." Caroline wouldn't admit it aloud, but the cute blonde was seated in row one, seat A to be exact.

"Did you ever think that maybe I just forgot…"

"Hell no," Katherine teased. "You're Caroline Forbes after all. So come on fess up, who was the gorgeous guy that distracted you? Twenty bucks it was the gorgeous but brooding brunette in 2A."

"I'll raise you $50 for the cheeky brunette in 3C," Bonnie offered.

"Are you ladies going to be doing any work today or should I consider this it?" Enzo barked, looking between them curiously. He was their Cabin Manager and attempted to take his job seriously most of the time, even if it didn't always pan out that way. He told them it was their fault for being distracting and entirely too much fun all the time.

"Of course not, Enzo," Katherine purred. "You know more than anyone just how well we can multitask."

"$100 on the blonde in 4B," he offered obviously overhearing their previous discussion, before making his way down the aisle to begin the obligatory safety presentation. Caroline just shook her head noticing the attractive, blonde girl seated there, most definitely his type but not hers.

The airplane took off smoothly and they were now at cruising altitude. Caroline was out of her seat immediately, offering refreshments to first class. She was trying to ignore the penetrating gaze of Mister 1A but it was difficult. Sure, she'd had guys flirt with her on flights but this one merely sat back not offering any lame conversation at all, in fact he'd been relatively quiet so far.

"Would you like a drink?" She enquired, finally gathering the nerve to speak to her passenger.

"Uh sure, thanks," he murmured in an unmistakable English accent. "Whiskey, neat." He didn't look at her when he spoke, just tapped both feet on the floor, his fingers on the arm rest drumming in the exact same time.

"Here you go," she said offering it to him. "Would you like a snack"

"No, I'm fine," he smiled, albeit uneasily. "But thank you."

When he'd distracted her on the ground, Caroline had assumed he'd be trouble but his current demeanour wasn't expected at all. She walked away, tending to the other passengers. Not that it stopped her sending sneaky glances at him during the flight. The one thing she knew for sure was that he could fidget and for some reason she felt sorry for him.

"Don't worry about my brother, it's just normal," the blonde in 4B said almost reading her thoughts. "Can't sit still to save himself."

"And you're perfect, princess?" The cheeky brunette from 3C Bonnie seemed to like chimed into the conversation.

"The same accusation could be directed at you, Kol," the brooder from 2A added to this already strange conversation.

Caroline was starting to feel like she was in the twilight zone. It was unusual to find travelling companions flying in different rows but these people seemed to know each other. In fact they fought like something resembling siblings. She busied herself, ignoring the curious glances of her colleagues as she did so. The one thing she tried to avoid was getting involved in personal arguments. The captain announced their descent soon after thankfully and Caroline tidied up quickly, not before sending a small smile in the blonde's direction.

The wheels connected with the runway, something Caroline was familiar with but she couldn't miss his steady glance on her as they taxied their way toward the airport. In fact he'd been staring at her ever since they descended through the clouds and headed towards their destination. Most people would think it was extremely weird (and it was) but Caroline could tell he wasn't the best flyer and for some reason she wanted to help, even with the surrounding peanut gallery commenting on everything for whatever reason.

The Madison Hotel, Memphis - four hours later

Caroline had followed through with her usual post flight rituals, spending a good forty-five minutes soaking in the bubble bath and then unpacking her clothes, even if it was only for one night. When she'd begun in this profession, it had been new, exciting and fun but Caroline had to admit it had become a somewhat repetitive and tiring. All she wanted to do was stay in one place she loved with someone who liked it as much as her.

"Caroline, Katherine!" Bonnie yelled out from the living area. She secured the white robe tightly around her waist and came into the room as instructed.

"What's going on? Don't tell me Katherine wants us to leave so she can have another all night orgy." Caroline joked thinking about her friend's unabashed sexual appetite. As the words came out, she was faced at the front door of their suite with two familiar brunettes and an opinionated blonde regarding her curiously.

"Nothing like embarrassing a girl, roomie," Katherine chided, her olive cheeks decidedly rosy, a clear sign she'd been caught out by the serious and somewhat judgmental brunette to the left.

"We need your help, Ms Forbes," the broody one implored, now moving into the room. Caroline couldn't miss just how embarrassed her usually unembarrassed friend now looked by his looming presence.

"Suddenly, I feel like I should be more formally attired," she mumbled. "Or possibly in a superhero costume given I'm being asked for help?"

"How about Wonder Woman?" The younger, cheeky one she now knew as Kol joked.

"In your wet dreams," the blonde girl growled. "My brother has an extreme fear of flying and I've never seen him more relaxed than on your flight this afternoon."

"Well, that's good, I suppose," Caroline bit out, still trying to come to terms with all these people in her suite while she was half dressed. "What does that have to do with me exactly?"

"It's you," the serious one offered. "You calmed him down today, unlike anyone else."

"And?"

"We need to make that the norm," the half distracted, cheeky one offered between his curious glances towards Bonnie.

"But why?" She huffed, feeling like she was part of a weird TV reality show or something. "Surely he can make his own choices?"

"Not when it comes to flying."

"But yet you do this without his consent?" Caroline didn't know the guy past their brief interactions today, but for some reason she hated the fact that his family were interfering without him knowing about it.

"He's going to be the CEO of British Airways in six months," the cheeky one offered, strangely in a now serious tone. Caroline hadn't expected that comment and was instantly dubious. "It's his legacy but he doesn't fly well. As you can imagine we are trying to help him as best as we can."

Caroline was stuck for words momentarily, wondering if their comments were actually authentic. She took a deep breath before replying. "So, what exactly do you want from me?"

"Any chance he could ride along with you for a little while longer?"

"I'm sorry?" She gasped, feeling somewhat dizzy as she regarded the bossy blonde.

"Well, it is the festive season, after all," the serious one added.

"Funny, I never took you for the Christmas type," Katherine drawled, looking at him curiously with her hands on hips. "If that's all you've got.."

"Don't mind him," Kol offered, hurriedly. "We can offer you monetary compensation."

"Oh really?" Bonnie asked, eyeing him curiously. "Funnily enough, it's not always about the money."

"Maybe so, but consider this our opening offer," the blonde said dryly, handing a cheque over. It was obvious she'd expected this response given it was already written and signed in neat, blue cursive. 

Caroline couldn't believe their approach in the first place let alone that many zeros on a cheque. Santa Claus had apparently come to town but Caroline wasn't sure she was ready for his arrival.

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The Dim Sunshine

HAAAAAAPPY belated BIRTHDAY @asthenicia !!!!! of course im always late with my gifts coz of who i am as a person lmao I WISH YOU HAPPINESS AND PROSPERITY IN YOUR LIFE!! thank you for being my friend and for filling my life with smiles and laughter. may one day we get to meet so i can squish u to death with my hugs. xoxo lov u :3c

 Once upon a time, there was a happy family.  There was a jolly man, though his bliss was a creepy contrast to his love for death. He smiled often, laughed daily, always inflicted joy and caution wherever he stood. His skill for dark magic was unlike any other. His love for the undead and all that was unholy struck fear even in the boldest. He was quite a frail man, but his lack of strength was compensated by his terrible talent of the otherworldly. He held love for many things, both disgusting and disturbing, but there was one where he held the highest form of love.  There was a breath-taking woman, though her love for dancing contradicted terribly with her crippling stage fright. She blushed often, stuttered daily, always instilled amusement and serenity in her presence. Her skill for dancing was unlike any other.  Her skill in battling struck bafflement and awe to enemies and allies alike. Despite the immense talent, her love for performance, her love for entertaining people remained true to her heart. She was a beautiful woman. A dazzling dancer. Even with her timid personality, she never shied away from danger or person’s call for help. Her heart, just as her face, was as angelic as her. She held love for many things, and was loved by everyone else.  But, in the end, her pure heart fell madly in love with the man whose heart could no longer be considered human.  However, just as she had fallen in love with him, the man soon realized that he too had a heart as well – that he too had a chance to obtain the happiness he so long had given up.

---  In love they found it in themselves. In happiness they achieved by being with each other. His smile and laughter became more genuine. Her smile and laughter became even lovelier. As the years go by in the war, they stuck by each other, were there for one another. As he once warned her, his love truly was terrifying, baffling, sometimes suffocating even. He didn’t wish to let her go. He didn’t wish to let this glint of happiness to slither out of his grasp. He loved her so much, too much, that even the mere thought of living a life without her left him choking for air.  She knew this about him. She knew about his troubled past. She knew their relationship would have obstacles and challenges, even if some of them did come from himself. She knew he was passionate, horrifyingly passionate, and he would anything in his power to keep her close to him – even if it meant taking their lives together.  She knew. She knew about all this and it would be blatant lie to say if she wasn’t terrified in the least.  And yet, she stayed by his side and loved him sincerely.  She knew he loved her, truly and honestly. She knew he tried his best to make her happy just as how she gave life and joy in his once miserable life. She knew he was a bit – breathlessly, actually – clingy, but still respected her greatly when she asked for it. In time, he always knew how to make her laugh. In time, he always knew what to say and do in order to rid her of her stage fright. She was thankful for him in her life. And, in truth, even the thought of living without him pricked painful shivers in her smooth skin.  She loved him. He loved her.  And with this genuine love came born a beautiful, beautiful child.  “Welcome to this world,” Olivia cooed lovingly, tears still trickling down flushed cheeks and lips bubbling a weak laugh at the feel of Henry’s kisses on her sweaty forehead, “our dear, dear, Inigo.” ---  The child grew up wonderfully and happily.  He was the mere definition of bliss. His smile was as radiant as the sun. His laugh was as melodious as bells. Rosy red usually splashed his smooth, soft cheeks. His hair was fluffy, soft, as white as the first snow of winter. He was a bundle of joy, a beaming sunshine, a cause of bliss and laughter to many people around. Though voice was rarely heard due to his crippling shyness, everyone loved him, cherished him, wanted to pamper him endlessly just so they could see the adorable shade of crimson in his plump cheeks.  He had his father’s smile. He had his mother’s eyes. He had his father’s pure white hair. He had his mother’s passionate love for dancing. Inigo was the perfect mixture of his parents. Although he rarely talked much in his youth, he laughed and smiled easily to the people he was closest to. He often clutched his mother’s leg when visitors came to visit. He often hid in his father’s robe when they went to town.  Inigo, like his father, was quite the clingy boy. However, he was still just as timid like his mother, often shirked away instead of approaching someone he so dearly wanted to be with at that time. Despite everything, he would always be noticed in the end, would always be lavishly spoiled by the undying love and attention from his parents.  Inigo was loved and pampered throughout his childhood.  And for that, he grew up to be such a loving, optimistic boy. ---  “You’re doing great, darling!” Olivia cheered every time Inigo did a spin.  “Oh, that was a wonderful bounce!” Olivia clapped every time Inigo hopped just an inch off the ground.  Elated by the incoming praises, the young boy twirled and jumped again. His smile never faded from the moment he spent time with his mother, Inigo then stretched his arms to the side, head cocked slightly with a sight of a smile that rivalled the sun above.  To see his mother’s laugh, to see his mother’s smile, he could feel pride and joy bursting so madly that he thought his head was about to explode.  He didn’t mind that, actually. If anything, he was beyond thrilled to feel such a way if it meant getting to see his mother’s happiness. ---  “Look at you, you amazing snowflake!” Henry awed every time Inigo swished his arms to the side.  “Wah! This is some super great magic!” Henry clapped zestfully every time Inigo huffed out a short, squeaky ‘hah!’  Thrilled by the countless praises, the young boy spread his arms before giving one huge clap. By his signal, the wind whooshed swiftly towards the grinning father. Laughter then burst from such soft, pinks lips once he saw Henry’s hair was now a frizzled mess.  To hear his son’s laughter, to see his son’s smile, Henry could feel bliss and gratefulness overwhelming his entire being.  He didn’t mind that. Hell, he loved feeling every moment of it even if it killed him. ---  The sky was getting darker each night.  Even if it was broad daylight, Inigo shivered fearfully at the gloom that haunted the sky above. They rarely went to the village nowadays. They rarely got out of the house even as the days passed. His parents were still by his side, but their smiles and laughter weren’t always present like before. Instead, they held frowns, scowls, even spat out sighs and grunts when they thought he couldn’t hear them.  He heard them, of course, and he was terrified.  When Inigo asked, the child would always get the same answers. “Everything is fine, Inigo.” They would reassure him. “Everything will be alright.” They would gently pat him on the back.  It was only when Inigo felt their bodies tremble faintly that he knew, he bitterly, woefully knew, everything wasn’t as fine as it used to be.  He was scared. He was terrified. Fear kept him awake at night. The sounds of the unwanted jabbed whimpers and sobs from the poor, helpless boy.  Sometimes, as he curled desperately in his parents’ tight embrace, Inigo wished dearly, deeply, that all of this would go away, that all of this was nothing but a mere dream and he would soon wake up happy and safe in his mother’s and father’s warm, loving hugs.  He wished and wished. Day and night. Constantly and endlessly. And especially in the nights where the moon and stars were swallowed by ghostly abyss. ---  But alas, as he grovelled silently in the rain with blood and flesh splattered disgusting before him, he was soon reminded that wishes were nothing but the cruel trick of the heart. ---  His optimism died along with his parents.  His smile and laughter were quickly replaced with trembling, broken shrieks.  His throat hurt. It hurt too much. It hurt just by breathing in the cold, piercing air. Tears were long gone from eyes that cracked veins from within. Cheeks were void of colour, instead hollow and pale like death had claimed him too. Both arms were limp. Both legs were sore. Only in the rain did he find shelter in an abandoned shed not far from their graves. And even then Inigo wouldn’t budge; he would rather sit between the wet, dug holes for countless of hours.  He hadn’t eaten anything for days. The only nourishment he’d gotten was from the rain that trickled poorly into his gaping, dry mouth. At times, Inigo wondered if the starvation would take him too. At times, he wondered if the nights he’d spent sprawling motionlessly between their graves would be the last night he had on this horrible, disgusting Earth.  He would love that. He would want that.  But alas, the Gods above really did hate him.  The soil was too wet, too cold as he laid on his back. Blank eyes stared at the dark sky above. The moon was absent again. The stars had been swallowed by some unholy demon. Both arms were spread to the side, the back of his hands pressed weakly atop the graves. The bags under his eyes forced him to close his eyes. The agonizingly painful wound in his stomach forced him to stifle a breath.  Ah, if only this was enough to take his life away.  His breathing, so weak and frail, slithered unevenly through his nostrils. Never bothered to open his eyes, Inigo slowly, feebly turned his hand around. Both palms pressed against the squishy, cold soil. Sharp, broken nails dug deep into the earth, clutching the disgusting dirt that brushed roughly against the open wounds in his palms.  He then felt cold drops poking his eyelids and forehead.  And yet, he didn’t move a muscle. ---  His father always advised him to never partake any dark magic.  Inigo did ask why before, but Henry only replied by saying, “It’s too dangerous for you, son. Dark magic can hurt you bad even if you use a bit of it.” Inigo then proceeded to cry since he knew about his father’s knack for the dark arts, but the sorcerer then laughed gleefully and comforted him with the words of, “Oh, I’m fine, though! Besides, I’m not hurt by it at all because the power from your and your mother’s love are enough to make me stronger to bear it!”  Inigo wondered if those words rang true.  He never expected to actually test it anytime soon.  It was one of those days where the sky had gloomed terribly as if the sun had long exploded. However, after what felt like forever, Inigo flinched terribly to hear growls and snarls from afar. After stumbling poorly out of the shed, the child actually, finally broke out a choked scream to see Risen approaching him.  Or rather, they were approaching their graves.  Panic.  Panic boiled deep in the poor child. His legs and knees wobbled pitifully until he dropped and kneeled on the doorway. His arms and hands were too frail, too weak to even grasp at anything. Hazel eyes were full and his irises shrunk. The Risen were closing in and he needed to get rid of them – fast.  But he was too weak.  He hadn’t eaten anything in weeks and his flesh felt as if it had dried and stuck terribly to his bones. But he needed to move. He needed to protect his parents. Although their bodies had rotted, although their scattered bones and torn flesh were buried deep inside the earth’s soil, it nauseated Inigo that those Risen would even think of walking on top of their graves so blindly.  But he was too weak.  Tears filled the corners of his eyes. Yellow teeth chattered roughly inside a twisted scowl. G-G…o… Words that were neither his parents’ names for once echoed in his brain. G-G…M-o…ve… He tried to stand up. He tried to wobble to his feet and reach for anything to swat the Risen away.  But he couldn’t. He couldn’t.  Still kneeling in the doorway, Inigo gasped and choked as if something had clutched his throat. Sw…Sw-ord… He remembered his mother’s weapon; trembling eyes gazed to the side. The sword was still there, still gleaming beautifully as if it had been bathed by moonlight. Inigo only needed to reach it, to clutch it, to wield it so he could protect them from such eerie beasts.  But he couldn’t. He couldn’t even move his arms.  Anger fuelled his once dead heart. Even if he could hold the sword, he was just one child. Even if he did have enough strength in the word, what would he do? There were five Risen about to head his way and Inigo would soon be dead by the time one had clawed its way into his skull.  Ah, he suddenly stopped, isn’t that…w-what I…want…?  Finally, the Gods above were granting his wish. Finally, he would soon meet his parents. Was that not what he asked for every single day? He had suffered long enough. He had seen more nightmares than a child could bear. Maybe, just maybe, the Gods were finally pitying him and giving him the chance to escape this pitiful world.  Finally��  Inigo only stared emptily at the sword a few feet away from him.  Finally…  He then robotically turned his gaze to the Risen that were a few steps away from their graves.  F-Fi… A single tear trickled down his pale, hollow cheek. Unaware that he had slid a few steps backwards, Inigo leaned weakly to what he soon realized was a small table near the door. Fi…n-nal…l-l-ly—  Thud.  The small table was fragile than expected, for his weight tipped it down, causing a thick book to fall right in front of him.  Softening his fall with his left elbow, Inigo gaped dumbly at the book. Its cover was black, shiny, smooth to the touch as if it was made from the finest leather. Dust poofed from the book, making the poor boy cough and wheeze until he finally threw up bits of water and saliva.  Tears now flushed in his eyes, Inigo brought one hand up and madly rubbed his eyes.  When vision slowly returned back to normal, Inigo gaped at the mysterious book in front of him.  It took him a few seconds, but he soon realized that it wasn’t any ordinary book.  It was his father’s tome.  “It’s too dangerous for you, son.”  His father’s words echoed hollowly in his mind. “Dark magic can hurt you bad even if you use a bit of it.” His father’s concern smile etched deeply in his brain.  He remembered the thrill he felt when using normal magic. He remembered the harmless surge of power that slithered inside him every time he conjured up a simple spell.  If those powers alone could affect him then, imagine what could happen if he used the spells of forbidden now?  “Besides, I’m not hurt by it at all,” His father’s words sang in his brain like an eulogy, “because the power from your and your mother’s love,” His mother’s gleaming smile radiated brilliantly in his vision, “are enough to make me stronger to bear it!”  The Risen’s growls were getting louder.  Using every last ounce of his strength, Inigo threw his right hand to the tome and flipped open the cover.  And right after he did, nausea once again boiled in his throat.  And, at the same time, what was once a delicate shade of hazel eerily, furiously gleamed a nasty splash of red once he snapped his eyes open. ---  It started to rain again that day.  The silver sword sheathed deeply into the soft ground. What was once a Risen was now nothing but dark, smoky soot. The silent child stared blankly at the ground. Puffs of cold air wheezed out of his mouth. Puffs of purple smoke coughed right out of his throbbing throat.  The violent smoke around the sword slowly fluttered away, showing the glistening metal that was now tainted with black blood and brown earth.  Unable to hold his stance anymore, Inigo kneeled weakly to the ground. His head hung low, heavily, crimson eyes still throbbing and gawking at nothing in particular.  He felt his energy draining rapidly.  In a matter of seconds, just as his eyes turned hazel, Inigo dropped frailly to the ground. The sword tipped to the side as well, its sharp tip mere inches away from his panting, gaping mouth.  The rain was quite heavy today.  Head turned to face Olivia’s grave, Inigo feebly reached out for her. At the same time, his left hand stretched towards Henry’s, fingers digging deep into the soil drenched in blood.  I…I did it… He faintly cheered. I…I p-pro…t-ect...ed…t-the…m—  Vision blurred into two, into three, until his mind finally got captured by deep fatigue. ---  Inigo really wished that he could meet his parents again.  However, since that fateful day, he soon realized – as bitter as it was to be reminded – that his parents wouldn’t want to see him in this state before his last moments on Earth.  So he trained.  It was a gruelling attempt, but he forced himself, body and soul, to train so he could move on for his parents’ sake. It was a straining effort, but the child sucked it up and forced himself endlessly. Thankfully, the dark magic his father once forbade him gave Inigo the strength he needed to push himself. He didn’t go through the tome deeply, for just the slightest whiff of dark magic was enough to choke and gag him breathlessly. It felt like needles had pierced and punctured his skin. It felt like his heart was all too ready to burst right out of his chest.  Luckily, the excruciating pain didn’t last for so long. And next thing he knew, Inigo soon perceived that horrifying chill as nothing more but little pinches on his skin.  He did take his father’s advice though and kept the dark magic at a minimum so it wouldn’t overwhelm him.  “Besides, I’m not hurt by it at all because the power from your and your mother’s love are enough to make me stronger to bear it!”  The words were enough to actually make him giggle bitterly as Inigo splashed water onto his face. Kneeling by the small lake near their graves, the boy took a deep breath and exhaled shakily through a gaping mouth.  It turned out that his father was right all along. ---  After the perfect spin, he pressed one foot onto the ground and gave a gallant bow. Both arms spread before his big finale, Inigo then cocked his head and flashed a bright smile. “And that,” The boy straightened his back, “concludes my small little performance!”  There were no responses, of course, for all that he received was the chilling brush of the wind.  His smile never wavered, however.  Hazel eyes closed quietly. Pale pink lips twitched just the slightest. He could hear her voice, hear her praises, hear her comments as well about what and where he should improve in his steps. The mere thought of it all made his heart race, made his eyes burn, but Inigo then opened his eyes, huffing a calm chuckle at the sight of the buried.  “Ah, I’ll definitely improve, Mom.” His voice smooth as silk yet hinted with the slightest sorrow, Inigo took another deep breath before he looked at the grave next to hers. “Oh, but don’t think I’ve just been practicing my dancing!” Excitement fluttered in his beating heart, the boy clapped once before taking a deeper, longer breath.  As he exhaled through his mouth, he slowly parted his hands. And when he did, a small wave of wind spiralled between his palms.  “S-ee?” Voice cracked just the slightest in a mixture of woe and excitement, Inigo looked at Henry’s grave. “I managed to conjure up my own wind!” His eyes burn again, but he decided to ignore it. “N-ow…if I do this…” At the mental count of three, Inigo carefully spread his hands apart, then raised his right hand in the air.  As his mind chanted the spell, the small wind intensified from beneath his feet and whipped upwards to the gloomy sky. His white hair fluttered upwards, then puffed into a thick mess once the wind disappeared.  He knew he was being delusional, but Inigo didn’t care when he thought he could hear his father’s laughter and praises being sung in his ears.  His heartbeat still raced. His smile still shined.  A single tear finally trickled down his cheek. ---  Inigo knew he had to leave his parents someday.  He knew. He knew this but he didn’t wish to acknowledge it.  However, after bumping into Owain who was searching for survivors, after hearing the news that many others were alive, Inigo knew his second chance to live a life was given right before his very eyes.  From the moment they met, Owain insisted that Inigo should come along. He insisted that the place he stayed wouldn’t be safe for so long, and that the Fell Dragon would not be so merciful as to take their lives as simply and swiftly.  He insisted, and yet Inigo was stubbornly hesitant.  He didn’t wish to leave his parents’ graves. He didn’t wish to let those filthy, vile monsters to step on their bodies. Gods, just the mere thought of it burned fury in his heart.  Inigo would rather die protecting them.  Or at least, that’s what he first thought.  “Lucina and the others are collecting the gemstones!” Owain explained hastily. “She said that Lady Tiki has found a way for us to save this future and our parents!”  Save…the future.  Save…his parents…?  Inigo loved – used to love – jokes and jest, and he knew Owain was a rather flamboyant fellow. But now wasn’t the time for jokes, and Inigo actually snapped briefly at the Ylissean prince for spewing such tasteless nonsense.  However, just the single glance at Owain’s firm, tight frown was more than enough to tell Inigo otherwise.  Inigo couldn’t believe him. He actually wondered that this was just a dream and he would soon wake up in that cold, crooked shed.  Drip…  He didn’t realize that it started to rain that day.  And after feeling the first drop of rain brushing down his dry cheek, Inigo knew this was reality. ---  The flowers looked beautiful on their graves.  Hazel eyes still fixed on the two, Inigo slowly rose to his feet. The silver sword was sheathed neatly by his right hip. The thick tome was tucked carefully inside his satchel.  He wondered if this would be the last time he’d ever see them.  Ah, just the thought alone ripped his heart into two.  Quickly he shook his head. One hand firm on the hilt of the sword, Inigo let out a slow sigh. “Well, I’m off.” Carefully he whispered. “I…I’m going to go save the world, Mom, Dad.” His voice still wavered, yet Inigo did his best to keep his composure.  His smile was trembling, but he kept on smiling.  Teeth gently nipping the insides of his lower lip, Inigo spun his heel and walked away.  His smile actually stayed for a while when he swore he could hear his parents’ farewells. ---  Inigo was honestly surprised at the amount of survivors in this devastating apocalypse.  He was exceptionally surprised to see the young exalt whom he hadn’t seen in years.  “Inigo,” Lucina called out, “it’s been a while. I’m glad to see you’re unharmed.” Her smile was obviously weary, but just as sincere as she looked at him.  Inigo didn’t reply immediately. Hazel eyes just stared in bafflement, lips suddenly feeling dry at the presence of the princess.  His heart started racing. And for the first time in his life, it raced for a whole different reason. ---  To be awakened in a whole different place – in a whole different timeline – Inigo sometimes wondered if the Gods loved to test and play around with him just to see how long he could last.  Once again he was alone.  Once again he had lost sight of the friends and family he loved dearly.  Fear and panic bubbled from within, almost made him nauseous with worry. But Inigo gulped it down, then forced himself to his feet as he tried to make do of his surroundings. Hand rough and hard on the hilt of his sword, he looked left and right.  No one was in sight. Not his friends. Not a soul.  Panic still kept him alarmed, but awe and bafflement then softened his stance when Inigo realized something that he thought he could never see again.  The leaves were green.  The trees were brown.  Hell, one quick whiff from his nostrils felt like his lungs had been cleansed after years of inhaling poison.  Stupor now slowly swallowing that fear, Inigo blinked dumbly before cocking his head upwards.  The sky was a beautiful shade of blue. The clouds were puffy, thick, an elegant tuff of pure white.  Again he took a deep breath. This time, he gasped loudly and shortly.  They did it.  They had travelled back in time.  His legs wobbled. His arms felt like jelly. Body stiffened immediately, Inigo slapped one hand to his gaping mouth and gawked at the grass below.  He was in a world where beauty and peace used to cleanse the land.  He was in a world where hope and dreams could be obtained.  He was…H-He was…  Drip… Drip…  He was in a world where his parents were alive. ---  A few months passed by quickly since their little time-travel.  Inigo still couldn’t find the rest. He still couldn’t find his parents. He was anxious. He was excited. He was nervous. Sometimes everything was felt all at once until all Inigo could feel was pure nausea.  He was here.  He was here.  In that short amount of time, he kept on travelling. He pursed bandits and killed them off from villagers. He pursued ladies and wooed them as best as he could just to make them smile. Sometime he succeeded. Sometimes he failed – miserably. But all that were more than enough to distract his worried mind. He would much rather make a person smile than to make them scream by his blade.  But alas, Inigo knew, if he didn’t take their lives, they would be more than happy to take his.  He sometimes apologized to his mother for having her sword so soaked with blood from the living.  He sometimes apologized to his father for using his tome so often against the once beating hearts.  Guilt sometimes twisted his heart. Reminiscence often choked his throat.  But Inigo knew there was no time to dillydally. One could only mourn for so long, after all.  So, with a wide, white smile curling the corners of his lips, Inigo moved on, swaying his sword and piercing them madly like a cheerful maniac. ---  He couldn’t believe it.  No matter how many times he rubbed his eyes. No matter how many times he shook his head. Hell, even if he thought of poking his eyes out and shining them clean before putting them back in each socket, Inigo just couldn’t believe it.  “E-Er…” She’s here. “I—please don’t look at me s-so…intently…” She was really here. “It ah… It makes me t-terribly bashful…” He looked left. He looked right. And once he dropped his gaze at the petite dancer, he actually choked back a sob.  She didn’t respond immediately, though bafflement flashed perfectly upon her beautiful face.  Unable to take the pressure any longer, Inigo squeezed his eyes shut and made a mad dash for it.  She’s here.  “What?! W-wait! Don't go!”  By Gods, just when Inigo thought he couldn’t hold on by the sound of her voice.  “There you are my pretty, pretty flower!  With tears trickling down his flushed face, a short gasp loudly escaped from his wide, trembling smile at the sound of his voice. ---  They’re alive.  “I’m shyer than you are, Mom!” Like a child, he argued with her. A tiny pout tugged by his lower lip, only the Gods knew just how wild his heart was shaking inside his chest.  They’re alive.  “No you’re not!” Unaware of the whirlwind of emotions in him, Olivia retorted. Hands close to her howling heart, the dancer then pulled a similar pout to the tall mercenary. In the end, the two stayed in silence, their faces a bright shade of red and timid squeaks stifled behind pursed lips.  They’re alive.  As silence became their form of communication, Henry then quickly shattered it with roaring laughter.  “Aw, look at you two!” His smile was bright as the sun above, Henry clapped once before bouncing in one place beside Olivia. “Your faces are so red your heads might just explode into flames!” Despite his tasteless joke that would sure twist scowls on the other Shepherd’s mouths, Henry only laughed louder for his joy overwhelmed his emotions once the news of Inigo’s identity was brought into light.  They’re…a-alive…  Inigo watched as Olivia pouted at Henry who then flashed a cheeky grin. He watched as Henry playfully pinched her cheek which only made the dancer squeal even louder.  The longer he looked, the more he couldn’t believe it.  Mom…Dad…  “I-Inigo?!” In a matter of seconds, her voice echoed beautifully once she felt her body being pulled to a hug. Left cheek nuzzling on what she quickly assumed was someone’s shoulder, Olivia gaped forward, only to realize Henry was in the same situation she was in too, though his left cheek rested against the side of Inigo’s head.  Laughter then filled the bright sky.  It wasn’t Henry’s. And it sure as hell wasn’t Olivia’s.  It took them a second, but both dancer and sorcerer soon realized that the delightful burst came from none other than their darling future son.  “Mom! Dad!” Body swaying left and right, Inigo couldn’t contain his thrill for so long and laughed even louder. “Gods, I missed you!” His eyes felt wet, yet the mercenary could no longer give a damn about appearances. “I missed you so, so, so much!!”  His laughter was then mixed with cracked sobs. And although the young parents didn’t respond verbally, they only glanced at each other before wrapping each arm on the young man’s body.  To feel their warmth, to hear their breathing, to know that they’re safe and alive.  Gods…! Inigo only bit back his trembling smile and squeezed his eyes shut.  Once upon a time, there was boy who missed his happy family so much. END

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By My Side, A Hogwarts AU (20/75)

promises made - “Are we still good to hang out this summer? I know I haven’t really set up anything with my mom, but I’d still like to, if...if you want to, that is.”

Kibum grinned. “Yeah, of course! I’ll ask Grandma on the way home, I promise. A week for each visit, right?”

“Hopefully.”

master list // AO3 // AFF // first year - muggle-born, sorted, first day, homesick, hallowe’en, deck the halls, possibilities, belonging, exceedingly acceptable, return to king’s cross - second year - diagonally, taking flight, ten points, all that glitters, holly jolly, push and pull, shooting stars, special treat, sleepover

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There’s a certain electricity in the air on the last day of school. The growing excitement within each student at the mere thought that they’ll be seeing their parents and family soon and the knowledge that they won’t have to back here at Hogwarts for at least another two full months was enough to make any student ecstatic enough to keep talking while Headmistress McGonagall was coming up to the podium.

Or, even all of them.

Kibum noticed her standing there, watching the student body with a look of mildly amused disdain. He quieted down, until Mason three seats over made a joke about the Grindylows they saw in the Lacuspectio last night. He suppressed his shiver at the memory. It was always so cold in that room, underneath the Black Lake, but it was also one of his favorite places in the Slytherin common room. He’d have to figure out a way to sneak Minho in there someday.

McGonagall cleared her throat, and without her even amplifying the sound, the entire Great Hall quieted, even the professors. “Good afternoon, everyone. I hope you all are enjoying your final lunch here before you leave tomorrow.” She paused, as if waiting for a response, but no student in their right mind would interject once she began her speech. “Congratulations again to Slytherin for your impressive win of the house cup, a new record to beat, if my memory serves me right.”

A couple of whoops and hollers went up around Kibum, as well as a weak applause from the rest of the students. When McGonagall raised her hand, they grew silent once more.

“Due to a magical malfunction, we were not able to have your report cards ready by last night, but they’re here now. If Crawley, Dunn, William, Hughes, Porter, Cunningham, Carson, and Wood would come up to collect the envelopes please.”

Somewhere far down the table, Vincent and Charlie got up, as well as the head students from the other houses, and hurried to the podium to get everyone’s report cards.

“Once you are finished with your lunch, you are dismissed to do what you wish for the rest of the day until dinner. Except for seventh and second years, of course.” Kibum sent a quizzical look across the table to Callum and Aaron, who shrugged. “Seventh years will stay in here and second years will report to Classroom 3C.”

The Dark Arts classroom? “I wonder what that’s for,” Kibum muttered.

“Maybe we all did really bad on our final?” Analecia whispered back.

“Thank you for your attention, you may go back to your meal now,” McGonagall said as she turned away from the podium.

Kibum glanced across the Hall to the Hufflepuff table to see that Minho was just standing to leave. Their eyes met and Minho nodded to the door. Kibum jumped out of his seat and hurried to meet him in the doorway.

“I wonder what that’s about,” Minho said once they were within earshot.

“Not sure.” Kibum looked back into the Great Hall, watching as O’Neely stood and started for the door behind the dais. “I hope it’s nothing bad.”

“Me too.”

They trudged over to the stairs, taking each one up to the third floor as slowly as they could, dreading the inevitable.

Whatever it was.

They were the third and fourth to the classroom, beaten by two Ravenclaws that Kibum couldn’t remember their names. The other second years continued to trickle in after they took a seat at one of the desks. Kibum hummed to himself as he glanced around at all the others, their nervous chatter spurring his own anxiety.

“When does Jonghyun get back from France?”

Kibum’s eyebrows rose and he looked over at Minho. “I think Grandma said the 26th. Why?”

“Just curious.” He looked as though he was about to elaborate, but O’Neely walked through the classroom, his long robes billowing behind him. Minho watched him, his mouth slightly agape, and Kibum’s face heated when he turned to flash a smile to the group.

“You guys seem nervous,” he said, chuckling, as he sat on the edge of his desk in the front of the classroom. “This is nothing bad, I swear. See, the professors here all take a year of students under our wing, to mentor and guide and counsel you, if the need arises. Last year, my class graduated, and so I get the pleasure of being your mentor for the rest of your time here at Hogwarts.”

Kibum’s eyes widened, and he spared a quick glance to see how Minho was reacting. Judging by the smile on his face, he was excited about this, too.

“Anytime, day or night, you need something – advice, help with your studies, someone to talk to? I’m here for you. That being said,” he turned, reaching for something on his desk, “I have your report cards, as well as your permission slips that you’ll need to have signed by either your parents or your legal guardian.”

Chloe Robbs raised her hand, and O’Neely nodded to her. “Permission slips for what, Professor?”

He smiled. “Your permission slips for Hogsmeade.” Excited murmuring filled the classroom, and Minho caught Kibum’s eye with a concerned look, and Kibum just shook his head. He’d explain later if O’Neely didn’t right now. “Yes, you’re all excited, but please do be sure to get those signed, because if you don’t, you will not be allowed to leave with the rest of the upperclassmen, alright? Now,” he shuffled through the papers in his hand. “Come up when I call your name, and then you can go finish packing.”

Minho was called up before Kibum, but he waited by the door until Kibum got his papers. Without a word to each other, they made their way to the far staircase, climbing up instead of down, and went to their study closet, their report cards held tightly in hand. Kibum lit the candles and Minho closed the door behind himself, sitting down beside Kibum.

“Same time?”

“Same time.”

The ripping of the envelopes was amplified in the small space, and Kibum slowly slid his out to see it.

Kim Kibum – 2nd year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry – has succeeded in getting these grades for his classes this 2004-2005 term.

Astronomy – Exceeds Expectations

Charms – Exceeds Expectations

Defense Against the Dark Arts – Acceptable

Herbology – Exceeds Expectations

History of Magic – Acceptable

Potions – Outstanding

Transfiguration – Exceeds Expectations

It was his second year in a row to get an Outstanding in Potions, and for that, he was pretty proud of himself. He peaked over at Minho’s, but only saw him slipping it back into his envelope. “How’d you do?”

“Good!”

“Yeah?”

Minho wiggled slightly where he sat, grinning when he looked up at Kibum. “I got an Outstanding in Herbology.”

Grinning himself, Kibum started to hug him, only to pull back a little once his arms were around him. “Pass everything else?”

Minho leaned into the hug, and Kibum tightened his embrace. “Yup!” Kibum patted his back a couple times before he let go and leaned back against the wall. They both sighed.

“Five years left, and then we’re done.” Kibum hummed in agreement. “To tell you the truth, I didn’t think I’d make it this long here.”

“Really?”

He nodded, his head knocking lightly against the wall. “I don’t think I would have, if you hadn’t helped me.” Kibum glanced over at Minho, his gaze dropping to his folded hands when Minho met his eyes. “I…I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. With…with helping me learn English better and…and understanding what’s going on with the lessons. It“ – he cleared his throat – “it really means a lot to me. I’m really grateful to…to you.”

Minho fell silent, but Kibum could feel his eyes on him. “Well,” he said as he looked over at Minho, “what are friends for, right?”

“Yeah.”

There was a stretch of silence between them before Kibum cleared his throat. “Hey, we should probably go finish packing, huh?” Kibum said as he stood, brushing off the seat of his trousers. He held out his hand to help Minho up, which he took.

“Probably.” Kibum blew out the candles once Minho opened the door and followed him out into the hall. “Got your permission slip?” He nodded. “Report card?” Kibum nodded again. There was a hint of a twinkle in Minho’s eye, and then he was running off to the staircase. “Race you!”

“Not fair! You had a head start!” Kibum shouted as he started to run after him, picking up his speed with a huff when Minho reached the staircase.

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“Anything from the trolley?”

Minho shot up from his seat, which roused Kibum, who had been leaning against him while he slept. Callum joined him at the doorway, both of them digging in their pockets for change.

“Two packages of beans, please, and a bag of lemon drops?” Callum said, fishing out a Galleon and dropping it in the Trolley Witch’s jar. “You want anything?” he asked, raising his voice.

“No, I’m good,” Aaron said, since it was directed at him.

“And for you, dear?” she asked Minho as she handed Callum his candy.

“Uhhh...” he kept digging around in his pockets, searching in vain for a Sickle or even a Knut. “Nothing, I’m good.”

“What’d you want?” Kibum asked as he came up behind him, his voice still groggy.

“Just a couple of licorice wands, but it’s -- “

Kibum dropped a silver Sickle in the jar. “Red, please.” The Trolley Witch passed them to Minho and went on her way, calling out to the next cabin. Minho was about to thank Kibum when he reached around and took one of the twisted wands out of his hand with a wry smile. “Sorry I fell asleep, but you can blame Fredrick for keeping us up all night.”

Minho chuckled. “It’s fine. Seb and Travis kept us up late, too.”

His gaze drifted to the window, and he watched as the Scottish countryside passed them by. The light cream and lilac of the heather, lush green of the highland moors, and rich brown of the crags was just a blur as the Hogwarts Express zipped along on the tracks. Anytime he tried to focus on any one thing, be it a hill or even what he thought might be a deer, he lost sight of it. Absently, he stepped up to the long window in the hall, his breath fogging it up.

“It’s so pretty out here.”

Beside him, Kibum nodded. “I’ve been out there with Mom, once.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She took me here after Dad died, when we first moved in with Grandma, just to show me where they had been and what they had done. I actually got to see a Hogwarts from a distance, during that trip.” He sighed heavily, offering a small smile to Minho when he looked over at him. “It was nice, actually, being able to put a place to Dad’s stories. He loved living in Great Britain...I wish he would have been able to see it again before he died.”

“Why...why’d he move back to Korea?”

“His dad was sick. That’s actually where I was born, in Daegu, but I wasn’t there very long.” Minho knew why, as Kibum had told him the story before. His father grew sick -- leukemia -- and was taken to a cancer center in New York to be treated. They made a life there, until Kibum’s dad died, and after he was buried in South Korea, they moved to London.

He sighed listlessly and Minho worried his bottom lip. He didn’t often talk about his dad being sick, nor his inevitable death...“I’ve been to Daegu! It’s nice.”

Kibum sniffed in amusement, his expression brightening slightly. “Well, I would assume so.”

“Is Grandma gonna be on the platform?”

“Probably. She said she might be a little late, though. If that happens, I’ll just wait in Dulcis for her to show up.”

Minho turned to face him, leaning his shoulder up against the window. “I might wait with you, then. Mom told me that they’ll probably be late because Dad’s team has a game today. Oh, hey, speaking of -- “

“Hmm?”

“Are we still good to hang out this summer? I know I haven’t really set up anything with my mom, but I’d still like to, if...if you want to, that is.”

Kibum grinned. “Yeah, of course! I’ll ask Grandma on the way home, I promise. A week for each visit, right?”

“Hopefully.”

“It’ll be fun, if it works out,” Kibum said as he looked back out the window. The scenery had changed as they had been chatting, from the Scottish countryside to the rural area just outside of London. It wouldn’t be long now until they reached King’s Cross. “I’ll get our stuff.”

Minho finished the licorice wand he had been working on and stuffed the other two into his jeans pocket. By the time Kibum handed him his backpack, the train had reached London itself, and Minho slipped on his backpack as they went into the tunnel. Kibum’s hand found his arm in the darkness, holding it gently until they came back into the light of King’s Cross.

Parents and grandparents and siblings, both older and younger, were waiting for them as the Hogwarts Express pulled up to the platform. Both Kibum and Minho searched for Grandma, Kibum spotting her first. “There she is! Oh...”

Minho looked where he pointed, finding that she was not alone. “Who’s that?”

“My...mom? What is she doing home?”

“That’s a good thing, right?” Minho tore his gaze away from the two women when Kibum didn’t answer right away. “Isn’t it?”

“Yeah...yeah, it’s just weird.” The gray exhaust from the train billowed around the window, blocking their view for a second, and Kibum turned to Minho. “I’ll write to you with what she...well, they say, okay? First thing, I promise.”

“Okay.”

Kibum gave him a quick hug, looking back outside the window at his mom and grandma. “I’ll tell Grandma you said ‘Hi.’“

“Thanks,” Minho said as he watched Kibum walk toward the door and out onto the platform. He hooked his backpack over his shoulder before he followed him, but by the time he stepped down, Kibum was already reunited with them, getting hugged by both of them at the same time.

Smiling, Minho made his way over to where the luggage was being unloaded, finding his duffle bag easily amidst all of the heavy trunks. By the time he had Geum-nun’s cage, Kibum and his mom were making their way over to the luggage pile. Minho waved at him as he started walking toward the brick wall.

He stopped a couple steps away from it, taking a deep breath. It would be weird to be back with Muggles again, even if it was just his family. “You’ve got this, Choi,” he said, using the best Kibum voice he could muster.

Chuckling to himself, he started to run, slowing down once he passed through the wall. He blended into the crowd as best he could with a caged owl in his arms, and after another deep breath, he started making his way to the entrance to wait for his mom.

A/N: And so ends Second Year! Thanks to everyone who has read it so far, you have all of my love <3 I hope you’re looking forward to Third Year and everything I have planned for that ^^ Let me know what you think so far, if you feel like it! Feedback is much appreciated