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siriusmydeer · 4 years ago

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Hi hi hi, First thing, I legit love your theme sm-

Second thing, I was wondering if I could maybe request a fic where Fred is best friends with a gryffindor fem!reader who try’s to stay in the shadows but he and George are basically her best friends who she loves with all her heart bc they treat her kindly and don’t try to over push her limits and Fred always try’s to check up on her every other night because he wants to make sure she doesn’t get too lonely (they have a really fluffy relationship) and time skip to him asking her to the Yule ball and then dancing with her in private where they can still hear the music but where ppl can’t see because he knows she doesn’t like crowds and idrk just fluffy and they end up kissing or smth

Anyway, have a good day and don’t feel pressured to do this okay! Drink some water and eat some food.

hi, darling!!! thank u so much for the request, also if anyone else has sent me a request i’ll be working on them this weekend. i hope this is what you wanted :))

not a yule ball

fred weasley x fem!gryffindor!reader

summary: fred and you have your own yule ball.

warnings: food, mentions of loneliness, mentions of claustrophobia, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of alcohol, fred being a sweet heart, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, mutual pining but freddie being a simp, a KISS, a light slap (like on the chest?), mentions of spiking drinks with alcohol and mentions of a panic attack

word count: 2.2k

“when are you gonna tell her, mate?” george said looking at his ginger twin. “tell who, what?” he said defensively, afraid that he had made his feelings to obvious. “are you forgetting we’re magical twins? i know everything.” george said smugly, smirking and looking back at his newest invention while fred went to lay on his four poster bed.

fred was about to defend himself, lying at the fact his twin caught him dreaming about his crush who also happened to be his bestfriend, besides george of course. “you can barely stomach the thought of her getting pranked, i know you better than yourself it’s not that hard to tell” his twin looked back to his him as fred grumbled something under his breath.

he was about to continue his plea to his fiery headed twin as you, you’re gorgeous locks framing your face, your perfect coloured irises looked for him first, the way your skin looked good in every shade of lighting and the way your figure made its way over to his sitting beside his laying figure.

“you alright, freddie? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” you said looking at the red head confused. his eyes widened before sitting up next to you. “yeah, you alright love? look a bit fidgety.” he said as you were wringing your fingers together and george smirked over to fred before getting up going to the common room.

“alright, i guess. for transfiguration mcgonagall partnered me with people i don’t really know so i have to meet them in the library soon. i dunno, it’s stupid m’just nervous” you mumbled, embarrassed before looking at him. he scooted closer to you and placing a hand on your arm.

“darling, if you want i can talk to her, i mean she favours us gryffindors and i can tell her i’ll lay off the pranks and stuff?” he said quickly before adding, “i just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” he said in a sorrowful tone, rubbing his hand up and down your arm before pulling you into a hug. his hands rested on your waist as your arms winded their way around his neck and your head on his shoulder.

“no..no... m’fine i’ll just get over it, i have to go but i’ll see you and georgie later?” you said standing up, smoothing down your skirt and walking towards the door. “yeah?” “of course darling, i couldn’t leave you alone even if i wanted too.” and with that you were off to the library. a few seconds later the other mischievous twin apparated into the dorm and pouncing on fred’s bed.

“damn, didn’t know you were that whipped.” george added, with a laugh. “oh, bugger off!” the long haired ginger, yelled hitting george with a pillow.

later that evening fred couldn’t keep his mind off you, and your well being. he always knew that you tended to distance yourself, normally not on purpose but it was a habit that he always wanted to help you break. he knew like it was written on the back of his hand that large crowds made you nervous, he also knew that that when you were nervous you would pull on your favourite ring he made you for your birthday. you tended to like things homemade things rather than store bought, when you were nervous you would bounce your leg to the point where he would have to grab your leg to stop it.

he memorized every quirk, every indication of a mood change and he knew when things were good or bad. he didn’t think he was whipped, he thought this was what friends normally for other friends. that was until he saw you flip your hair a certain way, or loosen that gryffindor tie of yours and he absolutely wanted to kiss you senseless. he hadn’t told you, or george for that matter because he didn’t want to ruin the strong friendship you had built since second year when he helped you through a panic attack after snape had embarrassed you infront of the whole class.

‘maybe i should check on her... i don’t want to be to clingy?’ he thought to himself.

he opted to go to your dormitory, biding past the charm on the staircase and knocking on your door twice, an indication it was him before seeing you on your lay on your twin bed chipping away at your nail polish. “anything you wanna talk about?” he said before hopping on your bed sitting back on your headboard.

“it wasn’t bad, just frustrating.” you said looking into his brown irises through your dark eyelashes. “cormac kept speaking over me, he just kept interrupting and it was frustrating.” you mumbled before looking back at your fingernails.

“you had mclaggen in your group? absolutely not, i’m talking to mcgonagall.” he said, trying to stand up but not before you grabbed his hand pulling it back down. he got flustered at the completely innocent gesture, face flaring up, stomach getting tingly and his heart feeling like it could burst from his chest.

“you freddie, aren’t doing anything.” you sigh, “i’ll just work through it, it’s only a few days.” you giggled before adding, “plus if you’re coming to check on me, then i really don’t mind.” you say scrunching your nose in his direction before padding over to your desk to grab something.

if fred was flustered before, everything that had just occurred inside of his body exhilarated one hundred times harder. you WANTED him to come see you, and check on you. fred was of course, quite the flirt and he mostly new what to say to girls. but with a girl as gorgeous, and caring as you, you had him completely speechless.

“hey- you ate today right? drank water, took care of yourself? i know you forget sometimes, angel...” he said sheepishly fumbling with his ring-clad fingers looking at his lap. you smiled at his ability for care for someone, you of all people, “yeah... yeah, hermione brought me stuff.” you looked at him before grabbing a makeup wipe and looking in the mirror.

“i should- i should go me and george.... are working on a new prank, so i’m gonna go.” he said before walking to the door,

“see you tomorrow, freddie?”

“see you tomorrow, darling.”

the first bit of the semester quickly approached, the sooner you were to christmas, the sooner was... the yule ball. a ball with teenagers, dancing, fancy clothes and people trying to subtly drink alcohol... i mean who wouldn’t love it? you. you definitely did not love it. big sweaty crowds, with music you probably wouldn’t like, and drink spiking with god knows what liquor.

i mean as long as the clothes were ugly you definitely didn’t mind, and seeing fred in a suit was something you also definitely did not mind either but the claustrophobia of it all really made you want to lay in your bed and have a nice and long nap.

george’s reminders of fred’s pining definitely didn’t help either, fred wanted to go with you of course but he also knew that you definitely weren’t fond of big groups. so he had a brewing idea bubbling in that gorgeous mind of his, and the room of requirement. he had went to george with the idea hoping that it was a way to have a fun time in your own way, the more sensitive twin of the bunch agreed it was great idea.

after working on a 4ft scroll for potions, you were about to go find your 2 prankster bestfriends when you heard a double knock at the door and then the creak of it opening. you’re favourite fiery redhead walked in without his normal strut, and padded in nervously with his gaze strictly at the floor before sheepishly looking at you. “are you busy..?” he said before walking closer.

you set your quill down and look back at him and cock an eyebrow, “no...why?” you said nervously, hoping he wasn’t about to prank you considering he hadn’t since the beginning of term.

“i wanted to take you somewhere.., that’s if your not busy” he said interlocking his fingers together looking back at you. “no i’ve just done all my homework..” you stuck your hand out, “take me to the secret man cave where you test all your pranks on the innocent.” you said giggling while he interlocks your fingers together.

you guys roam around the castle till he guides you up the astronomy tower, the sky painted hues of red and orange.

“i’ve never looked at the view from up here...” you say flashing your irises towards him then back at the sunset. “yeah, it’s stunning.” he says, staring directly at your (BEAUTIFULLY CARVED) side profile, “oh yeah, the sunsets alright too” he said with a chuckle, untangling your fingers and brining his arm around your waist.

you look back at the lanky red head before lightly slapping your hand against his chest and looking up at him. “such a flirt, weasley.” you say looking back at the fading sky.

“go to the ball with me.”

“well that’s demanding.”

“well, get a pretty dress, do your hair all nice or don’t you look gorgeous at every moment of the day” fred wasn’t sure where this surge of gryffindor confidence came from, but he wasn’t exactly going to back down now.

“and don’t worry we’re not gonna be around sweaty, horny teenagers... i’ve got a surprise.” he says looking at you with smirk, oh he new you all too well.

“yeah freddie, i’ll go to a not yule ball with you”

then night was tonight, a pretty dress that excentuated every dip, curve and line of your body. you chose gryffindor red for house pride, even thought nobody would see it besides fred. you had done your makeup to perfectly match your completion, and done a hair style that exactly matched the hair type that laid on your head. your tresses, makeup and dress all compliment each-other. you look in the mirror a little more, wringing your fingers together before looking up at the door.

fred opened the door, leaning on its frame. his hair was long, not styled but you had always liked it better messy anyways. he was dressed in brown and black dress robes and if you thought fred was attractive before? you really thought we was beautiful now.

“you’re-... wow. everything is wow, you’re just so beautiful” fred said, looking you up and down analyzing your hair, face, and dress. “freddie, you look... really good” you nervously laughed before walking up to his lanky figure.

he grabbed your hand and brought you through the hallways, he also had made you cover your eyes and guided you once you reached a certain hallway. your movements were put to a halt when he whispered to you that were were almost there, you stood before a few seconds before you heard his footsteps again. ‘was he.... pacing?’ you thought to yourself. he grabbed your hand again before bringing you in a room.

“okay... open your eyes”

you quickly opened your eyes, a giant ballroom, with a instruments charmed to play your favourite music and fred to your left grinning like an idiot.

“oh my merlin.... did you do all this for me?” you say looking at him in the eyes, eyebrows scrunched and tearing welling in your eyes. “sweaty teenagers, bad music and spiked drinks with fire whisky aren’t really your favourite but i still wanted you to have a good evening. so i opted for this.” he said before looking at the floor then back at you.

“fred, i cannot fathom how amazing you are.” you said with a squeal before kissing his cheek and running to the middle of the floor. “c’mon now! don’t waste the music, dance with me!”

and with that, he was off. some songs were fast, some songs were slow. but then your favourite slow song came and he knew no matter how much protesting his brain was saying, george’s little voice was much to over powering. “i can see those gears in your head moving, care to tell me what your thinking about?”

“you.”

“i’m going to need you to elaborate, please.” she always has a smooth way with words, he thought.

“everything, you’re everything. you mean everything to me.” fred definitely wasn’t a nervous, butterfly in the stomach and flustered guy but for for you we was tripping over his feet and becoming beet red at the slightest touch from you.

“kiss me.” for being such a closed off girl, you sure were bold. you said it more of a statement rather than a question but fred didn’t care, in that moment he only wanted to kiss the girl that also wanted to kiss him.

he moved his hand to your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. he moved forward engaging you in a kiss, it was slow, passionate and it was something you had been both waiting for. you pulled away for a second to let your lungs breath but not before he captured your lips again moving faster, his grip on your waist tighted.

“merlin, i’ve been waiting to do that”

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lovewriting-5 · 3 years ago

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*Simon Itani x female reader*

We did switch off and on for driving. The first leg of the drive we stopped at a hotel halfway to Berlin. In front of the hotel, we saw a few cars in the parking lot. Simon pulled into one of the spots. We stepped out of the car, stretched and yawned. I grab my purse from the passenger floor. He makes sure he has his wallet. He locked the car and hooked the key ring on his right index finger.

We walked in to the lobby. The desk clerk looked up from his computer. I tell him “We need a room for two.” He asks “One bed or two?” Simon places a hand on my waist. I tell the desk clerk, “One.” He then asks “How many nights?” Simon says “Just for tonight.” The desk clerk looks up, “Where are the two of you from?” Simon says “Originally from New York but on our way to a small town in New Hampshire.”

The desk clerk says “Okay. Now, we just need a name and a major credit card on file.” I tell him “Itani.” and pulled out my wallet. I hand him my ID and a credit card and the desk clerk scanned it in the computer. He hands it back along with the room keys and tells us the best way to get there. Simon tells him as he takes the credit card and keys, “Thanks.” He hands them back to me. I place my ID and card back in my wallet and purse.

Simon and I walk back out to the car. We grabbed a couple bags. Trying to hold back another yawn, I give Simon a kiss. I tell him “I can’t wait to relax.” He says “Me either.”

The two of us walked back inside and followed the direction the clerk pointed out. I took the key from Simon’s hand and unlocked the door. Once inside the room, the bags were set on the floor. I sat on the bed and scooted back closer to the pillows. Simon stands at the end of the bed and sits down. Lays on his back and closes his eyes.

I spin myself so I am closer to him. I prop my head up on my hand. Simon flutters his eyes open a little and then closes them again. He just smiles. I run my fingers through his hair. I kiss his cheek close to his lips. He turns his head and my lips touch his.

We began kissing. After awhile, he pulls away. Simon stands up and walks over to his bag. I spin the wedding ring on my finger. He pulls a folder out. He sits on the edge of the bed and lays the folder on the covers. I sit cross legged and take a look. My legs are a couple inches from his back so I am to look at it from the same angle.

Inside the folder was forms from the realtor that we signed with a picture of our new house. There was also some information about the town of Berlin and his new job. I say “There it is...our new life.” He gently places a hand on my knee, “Yep, so weird to think.” I place my chin on his right shoulder and pick up the information on Berlin.

From the information, it was a small town in New Hampshire with ‘mom and pop shops’ in the main part of town. It also said that the local radio station, 87.6 The Moose is the only station for independent music. Simon mentions “Oh by the way, Bill Starkey called and he has invited us for dinner after we get to town.” I say “That is very sweet of him.”

We talked a little bit more about the town and his new job. He asks “So how relaxed are you?” I look at him, “Well...whatever you have in mind, I’m sure I can get a little more relaxed.” He begins almost like a little kid, “I noticed that the hotel has a pool and I mean if your up for it...We could head there and have some fun.” I lean in close to him but say “Let’s do it!”

The folder and papers stay laying on the bed. I grab my swimsuit out of my bag and head into the bathroom. I change and throw on pants and a t-shirt. Once I come out, he heads into the bathroom. He comes back out and throws on his black zip up hoodie.

I place the room key in my pants pocket and ask, “You ready to go?” He nods and we head to the pool. Walking by other rooms, we could hear other guests. The two of us would make up what could be going on in some of the rooms.

Once inside the pool area, we saw that no one else was there. There was a shelf full of towels near the door, we grabbed a couple and headed to a table. We set the towels down and stripped off our clothes.

Simon jumped right in but I made my way to the stairs. I took each step one at a time. He swims to the shallow end and shouts “Come on, get in already. It’s not that bad.” I tell him “I am...just have to get acclimated to it.” I can feel my teeth starting to chatter. He swims closer with a devilish smile. I look at him, “Simon, don’t you dare.” I put my hands up to stop him. He still has a devilish smile.

I reached the second to last step as he was just inches from me. Simon reaches out both arms under the water and wraps them around my waist. “So there’s nothing I can do now, I’m guessing.” I say with a smirk. He just shakes his head ‘no.’

He starts backing away from the steps. I feel my feet leave the scratchy stairs. Simon’s shoulders are just breaking the surface of the water. I place my hands on the back of his neck and run my fingers through the hair on the bottom of his neck. He begins placing kisses on my collarbone. I wrap my arms around the back of his shoulders. As a natural reaction, I wrap my legs around his torso.

We move farther down to the deep end. Simon let go. I swam backwards toward the shallow end. I ask him “I remember what Berlin was like when we went to go see our new house. It is weird to say. It will take awhile to get used to. What do you think living in the town is actually like?” He starts swimming toward me. I back up. He follows. We keep at this until he caught my ankle and pulled me towards him. His knees were now bent. I was now sitting on his lap. I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

He says “I believe it will be like any small town. They have their secrets and stories.” I look at him with an eyebrow raised, “Is this your creative writing side coming out?”

He leans in and kisses me. Simon pulls a few centimeters away, “Maybe.” My arm moves to the back of his neck and pulls closer. I just say “Hmmm...” I place my lips back against his. He got what I was thinking. We continued kissing.

I all of a sudden heard young kids talking to their guardians as they get closer to the pool door. I say between breaths, “Simon, stop. There’s people coming.” He pulls away and looks at the door. We quickly separate. The family coming into the area were grandparents with grandchildren.

The grandparents gave us a smile and say “Hi.” Simon and I say “Hi.” I walk to the 4ft area and pull myself up to sit on the side. Simon places his elbows on the side and we just talk. I was starting to shiver a little from drying off. I tell him “I’m going to go sit at the table.” He says “Okay.” And pushes off from the wall.

Once to the table, I wrap the towel around myself. As little kids do, they began chatting to Simon. He was engaged in the conversations. Simon and I have talked about having kids but we both been busy and we wanted to wait until we had a house.

The grandmother told the kids after about half an hour, “Emily, leave the nice man alone. Sorry about that.” Simon tells her “It’s fine.” The grandmother turns to me and asks “How long have the two of you been together?” I tell her “A few years.” She says “Aw, that’s nice. Any kids?” I tell her “No.” That was the end of the conversation.

The kids decided to stop chatting with Simon. He took the opportunity and hopped out of the pool. When he got closer to the table, I tossed him a towel. He wrapped it around himself. He says, jokingly “I think that was the end of that.” I chuckle.

I looked at my fingers that were wrinkly. I tell him “My hands are so pruny.” He looks at his too, “Uhhh...mine too. Oh no, I’m turning into an old man.” Water still dripping from my hands, I shoo some into his face. I say, sarcastically “Okay, Mr. Aspiring Author.”

We talked a little bit about our next leg of the trip. I ask “So when do you think the movers will get there and what do you think they will do with our stuff?” He says “I guess they will get there same time tomorrow and toss all our stuff out of the truck.” I tell him “I’m guessing in the afternoon tomorrow and they better not.”

After a little while, he asks “Are you ready to head back to the room?” I nod “Yeah, I think so.” We gather up our clothes and keep the towels wrapped around ourselves. The grandmother tells us “Have a good evening.” I tell her “You too.”

We walk into the hallway and was blasted with cold air. Simon says “Fuck, it’s cold!” We fast walk to our room, put the key in, open the door and I quickly turn the heat on.

I ask “Do you need to get in the bathroom?” He says “Not right now, go ahead.” I grab sweatpants, sweatshirt and toiletries and head into the bathroom. I turn on the hot water and let the shower warm up a little. I hop in and take a quick shower. Once out, I get dressed and walk out into the room.

Simon grabs his clothes and toiletries and head into the bathroom. While he’s in there, I text my friend and family to let them know how our trip is going so far. They both text back telling me ‘Once you guys get settled, we will have to get together.’ I see that he has turned the television on low. I grab my brush and begin brushing my hair.

When Simon comes back out, we hang our swimsuits to dry. Then we just relax the rest of the night. We talk about what is on, the trip tomorrow, living in Berlin and what we are going to do our first day in the new house.

We both were starting to doze off. I grabbed a few dollars of cash to head to the vending machine. I ask Simon, “Babe, do you want anything from the vending machine?” Simon says “Maybe...surprise me.” I kissed him and then left. I got there and bought a couple things of chips and a couple drinks.

I get back to the room, open the door and say “Dinner is served.” He was sitting against the head board with an arm resting behind his head. He smiles and says “Oooh, my favorite.” I sit back down next to him. We ate and drank what I bought. After a little bit, I decided to get ready for bed. I brush my teeth and crawl into bed. After a few minutes, he gets ready and joins me.

Simon wraps his arms around me and I run my fingers up and down his arm. He kisses my right temple. I turn my head and kiss him. The kiss lasted for a little bit and then we tried to go to sleep.

The next morning, we woke up and began getting ready to check out. We did a few check overs to make sure we had everything packed up. We then headed to the front desk to drop off the key and then headed to the car.

We placed our bags in the back and in the back seat. Simon got in the driver seat again and I in the passenger seat. The second leg took us to a small town just outside of Berlin, New Hampshire. Same thing as before, we just stopped at a small motel and spent the night.

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stormborn930 · 7 years ago

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What are you waiting for?

Daenerys ends up in trouble at work when she's joined by a young new intern at her London Auction House. Just how much trouble can Jon Snow get her into? He's just a rough Northerner isn't he?

A tale of initial bitterness and resent that might just spark the start of something beautiful.

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Preview: "She didn’t change her stony expression as she greeted him. He held out his hand to shake hers, when she reached to take his hand she felt him tense ever so slightly. His hand was cool and firm beneath her soft fiery palm, she quickly moved her hand away to her side to avoid lingering too long. She watched as Jon abruptly moved his hand to his side and clenched his fist, as if annoyed. “Nice to meet you Jon.” She spoke coolly and calmly, as she made his acquaintance. “Nice to meet you too Daenerys.” He replied, his voice was deep and thick, like the most wonderful honey. She liked the way her name sounded as it flowed off his tongue. She still wasn’t going to let him get away with this intrusion into her job though"

************************************* Jonerys week - Day 4 ~ Modern AU

The hot haze crept over London early on this sweltering Monday in June. Daenerys threw the covers half off and felt herself toss and turn in a fit of restlessness. Her alarm broke her half-slumber when she looked at the clock and realised it was 8am. She had to be at work in 45 minutes for the annual art review; probably the most important day of the year at work.

She stumbled out of bed and tried to make her way to the bathroom in a hurry, it was hard not to trip over something in her tiny one bedroom apartment. She made a mental note to actually tidy up when she got home from work. Her flat was small but convenient, situated right next to the tube station in Hammersmith. Although it was small, it was light and airy and she was proud that she had been able to afford to rent something in such a good location, especially considering her salary as an art history intern at the Leon Auction house in Knightsbridge. She was especially proud of her achievements getting a position at one of the top auction houses in the city. All the troubles in her childhood and her impoverished past had made her more determined to progress in her chosen career.

She glanced in the mirror at her pale skin and tangled hair, as she quickly tried to brush her teeth and apply make up at the same time. She swept her long platinum hair up into a messy ponytail and quickly applied a little mascara and eyeliner to frame her thick dark eyebrows and her perfect blue eyes, that sometimes appeared violet in the right light. Descending from a long lineage of French aristocrats, she knew her beauty was inherited and although her distinctive features made her stand out, she was proud of her heritage and identity.

She was beautiful and she knew it. Sometimes she used her beauty to her advantage, but most of the time she hated the lustful glances that men gave her. She often just wanted to blend into the background and gain things from merit alone rather than beauty. She was late and needed to get a move on if she was going to make it into work in time. She hurriedly pulled on a black dress, just appropriate enough for work, and a pair of cream heels before grabbing her bag, purse and keys and heading for the door.

The tube was sweltering and full of commuters, she would just make it in time if she ran to the office afterwards. Her boss, Sir Tyrion Lannister, was a very generous and friendly man but she also knew he had a temper and she didn’t want to get on his wrong side. She grabbed her phone from her purse and quickly sent a message to her best friend and colleague, Missandei, letting her know she would be running a bit late.

When she stumbled through the turnstile with just a few minutes till she had to be there, she was greeted by Missandei smiling up at her from the reception desk. “Good morning sunshine. You look tired, have any fun last night?” Daenerys stifled a snort. “Absolutely not! Unless you count eating my weight in chocolate and watching rubbish TV as a fun night.” She knew that Missandei was trying to get the gossip out of her about her casual romance with a young Spanish actor called Daario. They had been sleeping together on-off for the last few months, but if truth be told he didn’t really mean anything to her. He was there when she needed to offload some of her emotion and angst onto someone, plus he was great in bed, but she really didn’t feel much of an emotional connection with him.

She had struggled to open herself up to men since her first love, a handsome Turkish wrestler called Drogo, had passed away in a tragic car accident. She often thought of him; sometimes it bought tears to her eyes and other times she was so angry about it that she almost shook with rage. Daenerys had a dark secret, she harboured a temper and a fury like no other. Her older brother, Viserys, had once likened their angry family trait to the ferocity of a dragon. He scolded her regularly in their youth by claiming she had awoken the dragon when she displeased him.

That seemed like a lifetime ago now, and she wondered why he had popped into her thoughts at that moment. She was bought back to earth by her boss, Sir Tyrion entering the foyer with his brother Jamie Lannister, who was a wealthy banker at his father’s firm in the city. Daenerys disliked Jamie as he always seemed smug and entitled whenever she had met him. He always looked at her like she was a piece of meat rather than a person, which was something that she despised.

In complete contrast Tyrion Lannister was a kind man; he was always dressed in beautifully tailored suits and walked with an ornate cane. He commanded a huge presence in the room despite him only being around 4ft 5”. Daenerys thought he was good looking, in a rugged kind of way. He had kind eyes, a mop of floppy greying brown hair and a scar across his face from when he served in armed forces in Iraq.

“Good Morning, Daenerys, Missandei.” Tyrion smiled as he entered his ID card into the turnstile. “Daenerys please would you follow me, it’s going to be a busy day today and I’ve managed to draft in another intern to help you with the art review today.” She glanced across to Missandei and gave her a look, as if to ask about this other intern. Missandei answered with a silent shrug and started looking through the papers on her desk. Daenerys could feel her blood boiling. She desperately didn’t want anyone with a better track record than hers to challenge her position at the firm.

She quickly caught up with Tyrion and thought to voice her concerns. “I’m really sorry Sir, but I’ll be quite alright on my own today. I’ve done the art review before and I do know what I’m looking for. I promise I can handle it.” She was being stubborn and could feel the anger building. She was trying to be diplomatic but she thought she might scream. The prospect of her losing her position as the top intern at the firm was a nightmare to her. Tyrion glanced round, “I know you are very good at your job Daenerys, but I think it’s high time you shared the position with another worthy art historian. Jon Snow is well known in the art history circle after his education with the famed Night’s Watch Academy in the North.”

Tyrion was rambling on about this new intern, but Daenerys couldn’t see straight. She was fuming. He already had much better credentials than her and he was well known in the art world. He probably had a rich father, she thought to herself. She had been through so much hardship in her short life that this job was everything she had dreamed of and worked so hard to achieve. She was going to have to be authoritative and put this man in his place. Tyrion brought her back into the present. “Daenerys, are you even listening to me?” He chided. “Yes of course." She mumbled. This Jon Snow. What is he like?”

She kept her tone short and clipped but not rude. Tyrion after all was her boss and he had helped her a great deal in the last few years at Leon. “He’s an honest man, I met him a few years back when I visited the Night’s Watch academy. He had just joined and they speculated that he was going to have a bright future.” Tyrion smiled at her. “He sounds like quite a man.” She managed to mutter with a hint of sarcasm. “Right well I’ll leave you to it then. Come and meet Jon and I in the conference room in around half an hour.” He smiled warmly at her as he walked away, his ornate cane clinking against the alabaster floor of the foyer.

She was furious, damn Jon Snow and his titles, academy, rich father and honesty. She wasn’t going to let him get away with taking her credit for the art review. She sped up down the corridor to find Olenna waiting for her in the office. Olenna Tyrell was around her late 60’s with warm kind eyes and soft features. You could see that she had been stunning in her youth. Her hair was always fashioned into an elaborate up do and she always wore stunning coloured dresses that made her look younger than her age.

“Morning Olenna.” Daenerys smiled at her through the office door. “Have you seen Jorah this morning?” She was looking for her favourite porter, because she knew she could rant to him about her newest frustration. “Good morning my dear. I’m afraid I haven’t seen him but I’m sure he will be around somewhere. What time do you want to start the review?” She asked Daenerys. “I hear we have a new recruit this morning, would be nice to have some eye candy in the office.” Olenna chuckled.

Daenerys rolled her eyes, “Olenna, you’re a shocker! He’s from the North so he’s probably a bit rough. Not likely my taste at all.” Daenerys smirked at Olenna. She liked her men tall, tanned and usually from mysterious and foreign lands, not some snowy northern city she had never visited. “Well you never know dear, keep an open mind.” Olenna returned with a smirk. “Well certainly not today, I’m much too busy for that” Daenerys laughed and left Olenna to go and get a couple of coffees from the break room.

Leon was a cavernous place, with many small rooms leading off from a large ornate corridor. The walls were lavishly decorated in rich red wallpaper and gold chandeliers hung from all the ceilings. In typical Lannister fashion the whole building exuded pomp and wealth, after all the Lannister’s were the richest family in the U.K. When she reached the break room she grabbed two black coffees and headed to the Porters office.

She had known Jorah Mormont since she was at the gallery in Astipori and they had become firm friends at work, despite their big age gap. Jorah had kind eyes, a wide smile and a weather-beaten face. His hardened features suggested that he was older than his tender 40 years, but his fair hair and pale eyes kept him somewhat youthful. She felt like he was her older brother or uncle and she knew he was fond of her, sometimes too fond she thought. She walked into the small porter’s office than held 2 chairs, a desk, and all the monitors to the vast CCTV systems that were in place at the offices. She knew that they could never be too careful with these priceless art works.

She whipped into Jorah’s office, still with an air of annoyance about her upcoming meeting with Jon Snow. “Morning Princess.” Jorah smiled sweetly at her from his place behind the desk. He looked tired and she knew then that he had been on the night shift last night as well. “You look tired Jorah, here I bought you your coffee. Sadly, I can’t stay and drink mine this morning because I have to meet the new intern.” She spoke the last words venomously. Jorah looked up at her while she was standing in the doorway. “What’s wrong with the new intern? I’ve heard from Davos that he’s a nice guy.” Jorah smiled sweetly at her, the corners of his eyes creasing.

“Oh, not you too.” She whinged and looked down at her feet instead of at Jorah. Maybe she was being too harsh on a man she had never met? Still she didn’t want to appear weak so she was going to keep her cool exterior until she knew more about this man. “Why don’t you give him a chance. I’m sure he’s not like all those other pompous bastards from Oxford, Cambridge and St. Andrews.” Jorah knew how to keep her reasonable when all she could see is red. “I suppose you’re right, I’ll let him impress me himself. See you later Jorah.” With that she turned and walked back up the stairs and towards the conference room. She smiled inwardly at the thought of this meeting. She was determined to put this Jon Snow in his place.

Daenerys truly felt like a queen when she walked through the lavish rooms at Leon. She loved the sound of her heels hitting the floor as she stepped up to the large red double doors that housed the conference room behind. The marble conference room looked like it had just been moved from the Palace of Versailles into their offices in London. The floor was a rich white marble with fine black grains running through it, the walls were a pale red stone and above them on the ceiling was an almost perfect replica of The Last Judgement by Giorgio Vasari. The original resides in the Florence Duomo, which is one of Tyrion’s favourite places in the world, hence the lavish replica at Leon.

As Daenerys stared up at the beautiful ceiling she didn’t even want to think about the cost of that painting. The left door swung open as she pushed ever so gently against it, making sure she didn’t embarrass herself by swinging the door open too wildly. As she stepped in she saw three men gathered around one side of the ornate stone table that took up the middle of the meeting room. Tyrion and the new intern, Jon Snow, were deep in conversation, while Davos placed some back catalogues of their art work onto the table. She drew in a breath as she walked over to the men, determined to show them that she deserved to be here.

Everyone looked up as she approached the table, she didn’t let her expression falter as she looked at all their faces. Jon was not at all what she was expecting. He was shorter than she had presumed, with a rugged jawline covered in a neat black beard. He wore his thick dark curls swept up into a messy bun and he had striking grey eyes that were almost black under the dim chandelier light. He carried himself well with wide masculine shoulders and was smartly dressed in cream chinos and a fitted blue shirt, rolled up to the elbows. She could see that his arms and hands were muscular, and his skin a weathered tone from a lot of time outdoors.

Without lingering too long on this handsome stranger she moved her gaze to Tyrion. “Ah Daenerys, just in time. Jon has arrived and we were just explaining the cataloguing process.” Tyrion moved to introduce the two of them. “Jon Snow, this is Daenerys Targaryen. Our most trusted intern at the firm.” She didn’t change her stony expression as she greeted him. He held out his hand to shake hers, when she reached to take his hand she felt him tense ever so slightly. His hand was cool and firm beneath her soft fiery palm, she quickly moved her hand away to her side to avoid lingering too long. She watched as Jon abruptly moved his hand to his side and clenched his fist, as if annoyed. “Nice to meet you Jon.” She spoke coolly and calmly, as she made his acquaintance. “Nice to meet you too Daenerys.” He replied, his voice was deep and thick, like the most wonderful honey.

She liked the way her name sounded as it flowed off his tongue. She still wasn’t going to let him get away with this intrusion into her job though. “Once we’ve showed Jon the cataloguing process we will let you two get on with it.” Davos said from over the table. Davos Seaworth was once of the art restorers for Leon and he was a kind gruff older man with grey hair and a salt and pepper beard. His face told tales of misadventures in his youth and his eyes often shined when he spoke of his family. Daenerys liked Davos, he was always kind to her and he had a very good eye for detail when it came to the paintings. She straightened her back and looked from Davos right into Jon’s stony grey eyes “We’d better get to work Jon Snow.” The words slipped coolly off her tongue and were shot with a bit more spite than was originally intended.

The two of them entered the lift down to the cellar in complete silence. Daenerys couldn’t think of anything to say to Jon so she thought she had better just keep quiet. He was surprisingly attractive but she wasn’t picking up any vibes from him. She was stunning and it usually isn’t a surprise to her when men stare at her for too long or feel out of their depth in her presence, but Jon hasn’t really looked at her once save a few cursory glances. Perhaps he’s already taken or he’s just too honourable to have a workplace romance? She mused to herself about Jon’s personal life as they took the lift down to the cellar.

She tried her hardest to look at her feet and not up at his handsome face. She didn’t want him to distract her while she was trying to decide what kind of person she thought he was. He did have an air of arrogance and she was sure that this was from his privileged upbringing. Maybe his father is the reason he has this job. Sly little shit she thought, there she was having no parents or family to support her in the world and he was here because of his family name. The lift jolted to a halt and Daenerys suddenly realised how awkward the atmosphere in the lift had been.

“Jon, Welcome to The Cellar, where we house our complete collection.” She broke the uncomfortable silence by reeling off some facts about Leon and how many paintings were housed down here. It was unnervingly quiet in the cellar today, the cavernous arches of a disused wine cellar now held some of the world’s most expensive artefacts, each wrapped with the most protection and placed carefully on their shelves awaiting, valuation, restoration or sales. It was cold and dark down here, with only a few small lights illuminating the shelves and above the tables in the centre of the room. Daenerys reached for a switch and suddenly the whole space was bathed in bright light. Jon gasped as he saw just how huge the cellar was and how many shelves of paintings there were housed here. She looked at him as he stared round the room but she said nothing. He was such an enigma to her, she wasn’t sure where to even start with getting to know him.

#fanfiction #jonerys #jonerysweek #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #jon x dany #romance #Smut #slow burn #angst #love #romantic #anger #ao3fic

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1upmushrooms · 7 years ago

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Wario Land (1up Deadfic)

Author’s note: Yet another fic I wrote under the SuperLuigi46 moniker (Then again that’s not saying much, considering I only wrote like two stories with this moniker.) and one I feel largely indifferent to. It’s certainly not the worst story I wrote (Trust me, we’ll get to that one later), it’s just meh.

It’s also fairly short, meaning this is another story where I’m posting both chapters on one post. Again, it’s just a meh re-telling of Wario Land, nothing more nothing less.

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Chapter 1: A horrid dream, a messy apartment, and a business call

Gold, that's what there was. Gold, lots of gold on the floor, golden statues, golden chairs, and golden chandeliers; everything was made out of or was gold! Except for that short, stubby, and chubby man on the mighty, golden throne. He looked like the famous and heroic Mario, except shorter, fatter, and with a differently colored shirt, hat, and overalls.

Instead of a nice little M on his cap, there was a big, ugly, blue W. He also had two elf-likes ears with ear goo in them. His big, dark, purple nose had a black, wickedly twisted moustache attached to it that the man's greasy glove twisted even more. Another difference was that this man's pair of gloves had the same big, blue, ugly W from the hat on each one. The final difference was that he had green, sharp shoes.

If you haven't deduced by now, this person is none other than Wario, Mario's sneaky, crafty, strong, and greedy cousin from Sicily, but he sure acts like he was born in America. Riding motorcycles, eating on the streets, being grouchy and greedy… well, I'm not sure that's what makes him an American, but I'm sure Wario doesn't act like a Sicilian.

Anyway, there Wario was, laughing like a hyena and looking at all of Mario's former treasures. He yelled in amusement, "Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! I finally got what I wanted! It took me five years but I got what I wanted, ah, ha, ha, ha!!!" He laughed even harder than before as he slowly calmed down. Then there was just silence, until Wario heard a little rumbling…

At first Wario didn't really seem to mind, as he just drank his glass of coffee, until the rumbling became even louder and more effective.

Wario then got off of his throne and went to see what was causing that entire ruckus. Wario looked through his telescope, but only found the dark, moody clouds that swirled about every day. But then, Wario saw a figure rising on the horizon. He could barely see the textures because it was so far away. But it was this figure that was walking very loudly, as the whole castle was falling to bits from its footsteps. Then Wario realized the figure was MARIO!

"What?!" cried Wario. "That's IMPOSSIBLE! It's only been six hours! How could he possibly have ALL of the golden coins?! HOW COULD HE?!" Wario then sprinted around the room in a circle like a madman! But then, he zoomed for the nearby golden treasure chest.

Then a gold pillar came thrashing down on Wario, who had just grabbed a Fire Flower from the chest. "What the- WOW!" yelled Wario as he quickly dodged the crashing pillar! Wario ducked again as the other pillar suddenly came crashing down. Then all the golden statues started to fall apart, and all the coins fell through a hole that suddenly appeared. All the portraits, medals, and gold melted to goo as Mario blasted in, getting bigger as he came near Wario! Mario then held out his hand and blasted Wario. "AHHHH!" screamed Wario as he dissolved to dust.

Suddenly Wario woke up, screaming his head off, as the alarm clock rang as well. "Ahh shut up!" said Wario as he knocked the clock off the desk and onto the floor.

"Ugh," said Wario. "What a night." Wario got out of his bed, which had some breadcrumbs in it and smelled of garlic, and looked at his apartment.

Let me just say, if you are a man who liked clean rooms, and especially if you are obsessive compulsive, don't even look at the door that leads into this room. Why? Because, it is FILTHY! FILTHY I tell you, FILTHY!

There are moldy socks on the floor, the air and smell are completely filled with garlic breath, and some can’t help but hear cockroaches in the walls. Plus there's barely enough room in the apartment for two. Really, one room is the living room, dining room, and kitchen. Basically, the room has a mini fridge, a 5ft table with two chairs, a 4ft-wide torn up couch, a little TV on a box, and a door. The second room has a 3ft-tall bed, another little TV, a lamp, and a plate with moldy garlic on it. Of course, this is the bedroom where Wario is.

As Wario was cleaning up the plate with garlic, his phone rang, playing this ringtone. Wario sighed, and picked up his phone, which was on a desk, and pressed the call button. "Wario here," said Wario. "What do you want?"

"What’s up, W-Man?" said Jimmy T. on the other side.

"Hey Jimmy," says Wario, grinning. "What’s up?"

"Nothing good, man," says Jimmy. "We got another complaint from one of our customers."

"Ah, come on!" says Wario. "Can't you guys take care of ANYTHING there while I'm gone?!"

"Apparently no," said Jimmy.

Wario slapped his left hand on his face, then said as he pulled his hand away, "I'll be there."

Wario hung up the phone, then zoomed towards the door. "I’ve gotta fix this again, before-" started Wario, until he realized, he only had on an undershirt and underwear on. "Maybe, I should dress up first…"

Wario went back to his bedroom and headed to the big desk. He opened the lid, revealing this to be the place where his clothes were kept. Wario then got out two outfits, one being his traditional yellow and purple outfit including the cap, and the other being a biker outfit with a yellow helmet that had the ugly blue "W" on it but in a small size. This outfit also had a pink shirt, a blue torn-up vest, blue pants, and a pair of brown shoes. "Hmm," said Wario, "which one should I pick?"

After five seconds of looking at both clothes, Wario then decided, saying, "I'll go with my classic plumber look." So Wario threw the biker outfit on the floor and got in his plumber outfit.

After two minutes, Wario was standing proudly but still very tiredly, with everything on him: yellow shirt, purple overalls, and yellow cap. "It's on." Wario yawned, walking out the door. Wario closed the door behind him and began walking towards his ride.

Wario’s apartment isn’t built inside like regular apartment buildings; no, this one is so second rate, it’s built like a cheap Motel 6 ripoff. But that was fine for Wario, he didn’t care. Besides, it was faster to get to his ride, which was parked about 6 feet from him. After Wario approached his ride, which as a matter of fact was a very beaten up, rusted motorcycle with the bumper almost ripped off, he heard a grouchy, demonic-sounding grunt from behind him. “Hello,” the man said, “Wario.”

Wario turned around to face his landlord, an old, thin, hunched man of average height that would make Wario himself look handsome. “Mr. Fielder,” Wario said. “What an unlucky pleasure.”

Mr. Fielder grunted again. “Where’s my $750, Wario?”

“$750? The rent is $100.”

“It did, 6 months ago!”

“Ok, ok, so I haven’t been paying up lately, but I’m going to give it to you soon.”

Mr. Fielder then cackled very nastily. “Sure Wario,” he said, “sure. You know, I’m going to be very happy when I’m finally able to kick you out."

“You know something,” Wario said, “I’ve been here for a while now and I’m starting to ask why I don’t kick myself out.”

“Just give me the money!” Mr. Fielder hissed and walked off.

Wario got on his motorcycle, put the key in, and started the engine up. The smelly aroma of gasoline swept through Wario’s nose, and Wario sucked it in and breathed it out like it was air. Wario then adjusted his side view mirrors and drove out of the apartment building parking lot and onto the street.

The thick morning breeze felt like a relaxing shower on Wario’s face, and made him fully awake. Wario at first added a bit more speed, then began to slow as he was approaching his store, called “Wario’s MEGA Store!!!”. It was housed in a building that was 6 feet tall, with 5 windows on the top and 5 on the bottom. It also had, in big letters, “Wario’s MEGA Store!!!”, but the letter I, O and the entire word Mega had been stolen by thieves so it now read “War Store!!!”

Wario parked in his parking spot and turned off his motorcycle. He got off the motorcycle and headed inside the door, which was nearly torn off but had some screws in it.

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Chapter 2: A refund, a lawsuit, and one nutcase with a stupid map. Yippee!

Now some might ask, when they enter, what to expect of Wario’s Mega Store. Basically, it’s the Wal-Mart from the abyss! There are millions of screaming 4-year-olds and mothers who mostly wear sweatpants and cheap exercise outfits. The floors are either wet or they’re not, you have to be careful where you step since there aren’t any wet floor signs. The kids’ aisle was also pretty screwed up: the boys section has things like chainsaws, knives, guns (“They REALLY Work!” say the sticker crudely put there by Wario), lots of TNT, Playboy magazines (“For Big Boys!” say another set of stickers crudely put there by Wario), and razors; while the girls section has poorly made lipstick, used Barbie dolls, broken combs, and brawls (“For Big Girls!” say another round of stickers crudely put there by Wario). There are also only 2 checkout aisles, and each is always full - mostly with complaining customers!

Wario was walking to a small section in the store called “The Complaint Area”. It had been setup 4 days ago to stop the complainers from overflowing the checking area. As Wario walked in, there were 3 people sitting on the same bench. One was a man who was constantly rubbing his back, another was a woman about in her late 30’s holding a Barbie doll, and the final one was an old man with a white beard and grasping a piece of parchment.

“I know, huh?” said a man behind Wario’s back. Wario turned around to face him.

“Hey, Jimmy” Wario said. “I thought you said there was one.”

“Well there was only one when I called,” said Jimmy, “but the man rubbing his back came in next, and then the woman came in.” Wario sighed as he approached the first person…

“Hello sir,” Wario sighed. “What’s your complaint?”

“There was a crack in the floor” the man said. “I stepped in it, tripped, twisted my ankle, and fell on my back!”

“But I don’t see-” Wario then looked at the man’s ankle, which was very red. “Oh,” Wario said. “Sorry, sir, but we are not responsible for your injuries.”

“What are you talking about?! It was YOUR store that caused-”

“Yeah whatever,” Wario said, heading to the next one,

“You’ll hear from my lawyer!!!” yelled the man,

Wario sighed as he approached the woman. “Hello Miss,” Wario said, “may I help you?”

“Yes, um” the woman said, “this Barbie doll I got for my daughter is acting up.”

“What are you talking about?” Wario said, taking the Barbie doll. He pulled the string and the Barbie, instead of saying stuff like “Hi I’m Barbie!” said, “Sup, I’m Barbie, who the ---- are you?”

Wario threw the doll away. “Sorry Miss,” Wario said. “We’ll get you a replacement.” After a minute Wario gave the woman a new Barbie doll (which she had to double pay for, of course), then headed to the last person.

“OH!” said the first guy. “So you can take care of toy issues BUT NOT A STINKING INJURY?!”

“Shut -up” said Wario, then he muttered, “Sometimes I think I’m a fool for doing this crud.”

“You’re only a fool if you give up, man,” said the old man.

“Excuse me?” said Wario.

“I’ve heard of you, Wario. You’re the one whose down on his luck, yes, the one who has to sustain himself in a godforsaken apartment because he has nowhere else to go, yes?”

“Uh, yeah, how’d you know that?”

“That doesn’t matter. What does matter is the chance to escape from your burden. I have come into possession of a map…”

The old man then opened the parchment he was holding, revealing it to be a map.

“A map that reveals Kitchen Island! An island made out of food!”

“An island made out of food,” Wario repeated skeptically. “You do know that makes you look nuts, right?”

“But it’s true!” said the old man. “It’s more true than anything that is truthful! I’ve been there myself!”

“Uh-huh,” Wario said. “Sure you have, sir.”

“Fine!” said the old man. “Don’t believe me! But please take the map.”

The old man then gave Wario the map, and before Wario could give it back, the old man had left the store.

Wario sighed as he looks at the map. Suddenly he saw something that sparked his interest. Right there, at the far right of the map, was a statue - but not just any statue; this one looked vaguely familiar. But Wario couldn’t place it, as he then put the map in his pocket.

Jimmy T. then walked up to Wario. “Well,” said Jimmy, “it’s about time for the switch.”

Wario looked at Jimmy. “What are you talking about?” Wario asked. “We only worked for about 6 minutes, or less even.”

“No. You only worked for about 6 minutes or less even, we’ve been working for about 4 hours.”

Wario sighed. “Fine,” Wario said, getting out an intercom microphone. “Attention all staff. It is time for the daily switch, so please all staff working head to the lounge while the others who aren’t working fulfill your shift.”

In a few minutes many staff members kept walking to the stairs that led to the top floor and to the work stations. Wario, Jimmy T, and a couple others went to the elevator. Wario pressed the up button and after a few seconds they were finally on the top floor. Wario got out first and the others got out second.

Wario and Jimmy T. then walked to the lounge. Wario opened the door and they went inside. Inside the lounge were 10 other staff members, a coffee maker, 2 TVs - one with a Wii built into it - and a fridge mostly full of drinks. Jimmy T. went to the fridge and got out 2 Bud-Lights. Jimmy went over to Wario and gave him one.

“No thanks, man” Wario said. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Ok,” Jimmy said as he put that one away and opened his. “So,” Jimmy said after a gulp, “what does that map say?”

“This?” Wario asked, getting out the map. “It’s just a stupid map, that’s all. However, there is one part that’s weird…”

Wario then pointed to the statue. “That face looks familiar. I just don’t know who it is.”

Jimmy looked at the map, then gave Wario a look. “Are you serious?” he said,

“What?” Wario said.

Jimmy got out a picture from his pocket. Wario looked at the picture. It was Princess Peach. But then something clicked in Wario’s head. He looked back at the statue on the map. He then realized that it was a statue of Princess Peach!

“Now that’s something you don’t see every day,” Wario said.

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garavant-temple · 8 years ago

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The Beast Beneath: Part 3

Much to my surprise, Celestia didn’t lead us straight towards the woods. Quite contrary to her urgency, she took us in the opposite direction towards the town center, marching on a few paces ahead of the rest of us.

“I thought we were headed to the woods?” I asked when I eventually caught up with her.

“We are. I just thought we might need a few supplies, it is fair walk after all and I figured you might get hungry along the way.”

“I had plenty of food back at my house, why not just take that?”

“There was nothing of interest to me.”

“You were happy enough to eat my cereal.” I quipped, nudging her with my elbow.

Celestia frowned and pushed my arm aside. She searched my eyes again, as if she was trying to tell me something, and seemed disappointed I didn’t pick up the message. “You really are unremarkably human aren’t you?” Even though Celestia smiled as she said this, sorrow dampened her eyes.

The rest of the journey to the town was made in silence between Celestia and I. Behind us, Wolfgang and Flick were on the verge of an argument but I didn’t care enough to listen in. My mind was buzzing with unimaginable thoughts. Both ideas of me being too human and not human at all stretched out in front of me, diverging towards too vastly different futures. One had me continue with life as I knew it and nothing would change, except really everything would be different. I would have no friends and my life up to that point would have been a lie, a very disappointing lie. The other would mean I would leave everything I ever knew behind. Neither of the outcomes seemed ideal - and it all hung on the question of whether or not I was in fact human.

“You know, you shouldn’t think so much.” Celestia said when we’d finally stopped walking.

I looked at her quizzically.

“You’ll give yourself a headache, I can see the tension in your face.” She laughed and prodded my forehead. “I know this must have been a lot to deal with all in one morning. If we could have given you some warning, we would have. But the deal was that you had to be raised as if you were a human and that meant keeping the fact that you might not be secret from you.”

“I understand. I probably wouldn’t have believed anyway, at least not before these markings appeared.” I pulled my shirt down so that Celestia could see the black mark on my chest.

“Hm… Yes, I’ll have a better look at those later if you want. There’s a good story behind that one.”

Flick hurried up beside us. “Celestia…” She panted. “I know you’re not one for rushing but I was just wondering if you were actually planning to get to the cave before nightfall. We’ve been wandering around the town for nearly an hour and you don’t appear to have got any food yet.”

“Observant as ever.” Celestia patted Flick as if she were praising a young pup. “But if you looked a little harder, you’d see we have arrived at the bakery. Now if you two would just wait out here while I attend to some business.” Celestia knocked on the old door, at which it opened just a crack at first but then swung wide open. Celestia was enveloped in two frail arms.

“Is it really that time?” Her aged voice croaked. She turned towards me and her eyes sparkled. She rushed to give me hug that was stronger than I was expecting. “Why I haven’t seen you since, well, since she dropped you off on my doorstep as a wee babe near eighteen year ago.”

An elderly man appeared in the doorway and came to stand behind her. “Joyce?”

“It’s him Derek, it’s the blue eyed babe.”

“Aye? Is tha’ so?” Derek was a foot taller than his dear wife, even with his crooked stance. “So he is. What might I call ya lad?”

“Jake, it’s Jake.”

“Well, ya best come in Jake. We have plenty for ya.” Derek and Joyce lead us through their quaint bakery to a backroom hidden behind a heavy curtain.

“What is this place?” I whispered to Celestia as she stuffed stolen bread into her mouth.

“Derek and Joyce’s bakery. Joyce is an old friend of mine who came here from Occultia after she fell in love with Derek, I trust her completely. So I entrusted her with the task of looking after some stuff for me.”

“Not just stuff, my Lady. Much more than ‘stuff’.” Joyce presented a sword with a 4ft blade, in a delicate navy blue sheath. “This is yours my Lord.”

“Nah, that can’t be mine. I don’t own a sword.”

“But you did once and you’ll need it again, soon I expect.” Joyce thrust the blade into my unwilling arms. I strung it over my shoulders and watched with indifference as I was presented with a stream of gifts. Celestia took most of the small items, filling a large brown stack.

“I’m afraid that this last one won’t fit in our Lady’s sack.” Derek announced, pulling down a dusty old sheet.

I turned to Celestia in disbelief. “Armour, really?”

“Yes. Except we might have some issue, I have already expressed concerns about your height.”

“Aye, he is a bit wee, innee? Come ‘ere lad. Let’s size ya up.”

I stood against the cold metal shell. Even though I couldn’t see, I knew I was a few inches short of the warrior meant to wear it. I saw the spark of belief that Celestia had in me dim a little when she realised how short I fell of her expectations.

“Hmm… well you can always grow into it, or I can get the elves to charm it so it fits. But…”

“But that’s only if I’m the person you want me to be.”

“Exactly, and we still have no real proof of that… Joyce, do you mind preparing us some light refreshment?”

Joyce hurried into the bakery, pulling her husband behind her.

“What’s bothering you, Jake?”

“It’s just… will I really need all of this? If I am this Lord that is.” I pulled the sword from its sheath and inspected it. The reflection on its glinted surface looked barely old enough to leave the house, let alone wield a weapon.

“Maybe not all of it… but yes this is all necessary, and even if you aren’t our Lord, you might want to learn how to use that sword. There are a lot of people who would rather not see the return of Lord Dracarnius to Occultia and some of these people are very powerful in many ways. Even if you are not him, they would not risk the chance – so neither should we.”

“You mean to say there are people out there trying to kill me?”

“There have been since the day you were born. I have protected you so far but as soon as you turn 18, well…”

“You won’t be able to protect me anymore.”

Celestia nodded. “At least it seems you’re getting a grip of the situation we’re in.”

“Heh, it’s not too dissimilar to what I’ve read in books before, about young heroes who come of age and do spectacular things and all that. This whole thing just seems like the plot to some fantasy novel. None of makes sense but neither does anything else I suppose.”

“You do seem to be taking it all really well, we all thought you’d have freaked out by now – in fact, we all placed bets.”

Joyce and Derek re-entered the back room before I could be angry at her.

“We thought it would be better if we ate in the dining room.”

“Oh no need for that, we’ll be taking it to go.” Celestia sprang towards them. “I do hope you didn’t waste time setting the table.”

“You’re going already?” Joyce sounded wounded by the prospect.

“We do have to get back for nightfall. It was nice seeing you again though. And I promise I will return one day.”

“Just don’t make it 18 years this time, we might not be here for the visit.” She chuckled.

Celestia hoisted the sack over her shoulder, made further apologies and farewells, thrust a bag of food in my hands, and alighted to the street.

“What about the armour?” I asked.

“Oh don’t worry about that. It’ll be at the cave when you arrive. Now go, go she won’t wait for ever!”

Joyce and Derek almost forcefully lead me out of their bakery to where my friends – and Celestia – were waiting in the street. Flick was pacing impatiently about, running her fingers so angrily through her hair that her hand got stuck in her messy curls.

“Celestia!” She snapped as we fell from the doorway.

“Felictiy, it is nowhere near night fall yet, do calm down before you make it worse.” Celestia said soothingly.

“It is already noon, are you aware that it isn’t Farredon here?” Flick paused for some understanding from Celestia. “It’s not Summer Celestia, the sun will set in about five hours.”

“Oh is that so? Then you have my apologies. But yes, I agree, we should get moving. I’ll go ahead and determine the best course to get to the cave, for now you free will be best going back towards Jake’s old house.” With that, she disappeared between the streets.

“Why are you so bothered about nightfall anyway Flick?” I asked as we began walking again.

“Oh, it’s nothing serious, you know I’ve never been a fan of the night. And I’d really rather not get stuck in the forest when night does come.”

“Seems understandable to me. If it was an option I would say stay at mine overnight but, that Celestia seems very determined to get to this cave by the end of today. Even if she has been delaying us so far.”

“Celestia’s like that. She may seem scatter-brained and disorganised, but believe me, she knows perfectly well what she’s doing.” Wolfgang chimed in.

“How long have you known Celestia anyway Wolfgang? I don’t think you mentioned it earlier.”

“About 100 years now, I met her when I first started training to be a soldier. I didn’t really last long in the army, but we’ve stayed friends over the years.”

“100 years? Are you doing anything special for the anniversary?” I joked.

“I wouldn’t count on it; she’s completely focussed on you at the moment.”

“Oh, well it’s nice to be loved I guess.” I shrugged. It felt odd being the only one who wasn’t in on it all and yet I was at the centre of everything that was happening. I felt useless not knowing anything. “So where would have Celestia gone anyway?”

“She’ll have found the best route to the forest, in fact she shouldn’t be too much longer. We’re only a little while away from your street and she wouldn’t allow us to go near your house again.”

“Why not? I should at least be allowed to say goodbye to my mum.”

Wolfgang held me by the shoulders. “Celestia will explain later, but it’s just best that you don’t’.”

“Why can’t you just tell me why? You’ve all been speaking in riddles all day, I just want an answer.”

“It’s not my job to tell you Jake, you’ve just got to trust me on this one.”

I stared at him, trying not to let my anger get the best of me. I shrugged away from his grip. I started counting in my head to calm down. Rage burned in my cheeks and I ran. I ignored the cries of my friends as I ran towards the place I called home. I ran faster than I ever thought I could and soon my mother’s car came into sight.

I approached the driveway as she was getting groceries from the boot.

“Do want some help?” I said, thinking if I have to leave forever, it will be on a good note.

“No no… I’m fine thank you.” My mother panted, heaving heavy bags from her car. She stared at me as I stood by her side. “Thank you.” She repeated, as if urging me to leave.

“Would like me to put the kettle on then?” I offered. She grew alarmed and hurried her pace. I followed her down the path, confused as to why she’d act this way.

“Please can you leave!?” She cried as she unlocked our door. “Or I’ll call the police!”

I realised then that she had no idea who I was. I lingered after the door had slammed shut in my face, distraught that the woman I had considered my mother no longer recognised me. I sulked back towards my friends, hoping that her threat had no substance.

“I’m sorry, I should have listened.” I admitted when I reached them.

Wolfgang sighed. “Its fine, Celestia should have at least warned you about it, but I suppose she never though you would actually go back to say goodbye.”

“If it’s any consolation, she did the same to my family as well,” Flick patted me on the back. “Any way, we should head to the forest, Celestia will be waiting for us there.”

#AAAAAAAAAA #that's all I have of the remake for now rip #even tho I might have more by the time it goes out??#writings #text post #long post #extra tag for the main thing #the main event

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