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whyispotatoheadalreadytaken · 2 years ago

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So, living with Mattie has been fine.

It made me nervous and anxious the closer we got to her moving in because I worried we would hate each other by the end. It’s always a vulnerable process of inviting someone into your space. The first couple of weeks were mostly fine, but some moments have made me tilt my head a little. The first moment was when I found that Jimbob had taken one of his sqeakers out of one of his toys. I got it out of his mouth and put it on the table. Later on, I squeaked it, and he came running for his toy. I laughed a little because it was funny!! He was so confused because I didn’t have a toy; I was just playing with him while waiting for Zoë to change so we could go on a walk. Then Mattie looked me right in the eye and said, “I can’t believe you’re gaslighting him into believing you have his toy, hahahahahahahahaha” and I had a very strong reaction to that. And then it was awkward, so I went on a walk. I strongly reacted to that because I have been textbook gaslit my entire childhood. I wasn’t “gaslighting” my dog. I was just playing with him for a minute. It wasn’t a serious thing! But then I started going back and forth in my brain like, “But am I gaslighting him??? Am I a terrible person??? Alright, no playing tricks on my dog because I guess that’s not funny.” But it really bothered me. As a person who has been gaslit and works in this mental health therapy realm, I don’t use the word in everyday life. It is a serious aspect of abusive relationships. So, it really rubbed me the wrong way. No one is perfect, and we all have toxic traits, but I wasn’t actively trying to be shitty to my dog. But who knows, maybe it’s not a good thing. She’s also a social work major, and the fact that she’s so okay with throwing those words around is not great. I hope she figures that out when she starts a real job.

We had all of the gabies (gay babies) for a game night a little while ago and they all kind of talk like that which is concerning to me. It’s a generational thing. We’re swinging too far in the other direction now.

Anyway, so she just recently got a job-finally-so we will see how that goes. It was touch and go there for a minute with her and her spending habits. I tried to be as understanding as possible because I know I was really bad with money when I got out from under my parents roof. It’s hard to not get everything you want when you get that freedom. But she said she would help out will bills and stuff and that has not happened yet. But she’s been able to go to trader joe’s and buy her fancy cheese. Again, just another head tilt thing. And I’m not gonna be that person who is like give me your money because, again, I know what that’s like. It doesn’t feel good. I’m also not going to let her starve, so I’ve been actively feeding her. I’m happy to if she wants to chip in on a portion of groceries each week. It’s easier for us all to have the same thing anyway. With that, she’s gained a weird sleeping schedule cuz she’ll sleep until 1 or 2 and then is up past midnight. Jimbob is still not used to having another person in the house so if he hears ANYTHING he barks like there is an intruder. AND SHE KNOWS THIS AND DOES IT ANYWAY. She be like yeah sorry he keeps barking at me when I go to take a shower (AT ONE IN THE MORNING). Girl, you don’t have any responsibilities, shower in the morning when you aren’t going to wake anyone up!!!! That is common sense to me. So, I’m hoping with this job, that problem will fix itself before we need to have a conversation about it.

She is young and right out of college and has been homeschooled most of her life and so she doesn’t have a lot of life/people experience. I also think she may be on the spectrum at the lowest level. With Autism, the mental health community is shifting from higher and lower functioning to different levels as to not shame or stigmatize lower-level functioning individuals, which I think is a good thing. The lower-level functioning individuals aren’t disabled, they lack the ability to learn social skills in order to be contributing members of society and hold a job. They are perfectly fine, just out of the realm of what society deems normal. They also aren’t completely incapable of learning these skills, but it takes years and years to teach and for them to understand and follow through with social rules and norms. Anyway, all of that to say, is that I think she would be on the lowest level, which would be the highest functioning autistic individual. Basic social boundaries and ques aren’t something she seems to pick up on. For instance, I went to try to clean my bathroom Sunday night and went out into the kitchen for a lightbulb and she was there and trapped me in conversation about something I don’t remember right now as I was actively getting the lightbulb out of the box while saying things like, “Yeah, I need this lightbulb because I feel like I can’t see anything and I need to be able to see to clean.” And she would respond by saying, “Yeah, that would drive me crazy.” And proceed on with her thing she absolutely needed to tell me. I had also told her I was cool to watch The Hunger Games if I could finish cleaning my bathroom before 9. It was 8:30 at that point and she was still just like not even cognizant of that. I didn’t finish cleaning until about 10 and then Zoë was like yeah we can still watch – as I pierce her with my murder eyes because she knew I had set a boundary and still was like whatever!!! This is fine!!!! I didn’t sleep until after midnight. I don’t know if you remember this about me but I turn into a monster without sleep. I become irate, angry, and have zero fuse. Getting sleep is really important to me probably because I’ve struggled with sleep what feels like my entire life. And Zoë has consistently trampled on my ability to sleep for nearly 10 years now. Love that for me. Another reason I am so afraid to have children because no sleep is very much so a part of that and I don’t know if I can do it. I’m already not doing it.

Then there was the La La Land night. So, I had made the tweet to rib you a little and mattie saw the tweet. She agreed with me and was like yeah, I wasn’t really about that movie. It was fine. But later on, I don’t remember how this came up but I had mentioned RENT to Mattie who told me she had never seen it. She went to say something about it and stopped and said, “Yeah, I’m not gonna say what I was going to say.”

And I about started throwing hands. I was so upset. I wanted to push back and be like, “Okay, what is it? What is wrong with it? Tell me what is so problematic about this musical that you won’t watch it?” But I was tipsy and knew if I did that then it would go too far. So, I shut up, checked out of the conversation and listened to RENT instead. Then I was messaging you and made a mess of that and I was so upset. I walked briskly into the house, jumped in bed, and started watching La La Land on my phone because Mattie had agreed with me that it was a bad movie. I wasn’t even trying to say it was a bad movie I had just remembered that it made me feel bad. Anyway. I started the movie, which confused Zoë but I wasn’t willing to explain when our walls are so thin. Turns out La La Land is a good movie, but I don’t like it because it’s painful. It’s too real. I had always wanted a movie that had an unhappy ending and then La La Land came around and I couldn’t handle it. I swore I’d never watch it again, but here I was watching it again just to prove a point. Turns out it’s more painful now than ever before! Love that!

This younger generation has no idea what it was like growing up just 10 years ago as a queer person. They think they know, and they don’t. I didn’t have explicitly gay things like Heartstopper, stranger things, derry girls, Love Simon, atypical, grace and frankie, or even orange is the new black. The last of us wasn’t even gay until I was an adult. All I had was RENT, Tegan and Sara, and Ellen. Everything else was maybe hinted at in things like Fried Green Tomatoes or Frozen. I didn’t have what they have now. I didn’t have Phoebe Bridgers, Julien Baker, Muna, Girl in Red, or any other big-name queer artists. I had I Kissed A Girl, which caused an upheaval in my life then. There were very few openly queer kids in school when I was growing up and zero when I went to college. The only reason Asbury even has a group is because of me and Kevin because I told Kevin that the initial one that Zoë, Jacob, and I had started was harmful because of who was leading it. So, Kevin (my therapist and head of mental health services) started an LGBTQ group that all of those kids get to have to support them now. I’ve never ever fought to receive credit for that. So, excuse me for taking it very personally when you insult things like RENT and Tegan and Sara, insulting the things that quite literally kept me tethered to this earth in a very real way. You don’t get to shit on the people who came before you who made society what it is today. Jonathan Larson didn’t create the masterpiece that is RENT as a form of activism for his LGBTQ friends who were dying all around him, only for him to die at 25, along with his activism for this generation to trample on the path that they paved. If you’re going to trample and invalidate the path they walked, you might as well be spitting on the path I’ve walked. I had no family, I still have no family. Those things were my family. And if I had grown up with all of the things you have today, I’d probably be with the person I was meant to be with. So, yeah, It’s personal. You don’t have to like it, but you don’t get to disrespect it. You don’t have that privilege. So, yeah. It’s been great. I’m not gonna pull the chick-fil-a card on her unless I really have to, but so help me god, I will pull it if it means that you stop riding this high horse as if you’re being a better queer person than me. WHICH IS SO STUPID WHAT DID I EVEN JUST WRITE UGHHH. But yeah, I feel old and like my entire life is completely invalid, so that's nice. I love that feeling.

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fel-mi-er · 2 years ago

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Hello again.

Your letter has made me remember of my days back home. Considering my family, they would probably make me do the household chores before they say, "Welcome home", so I certainly don't mind the cleaning. I do not think it is weird unless you are dusting for every fingerprint, but overall, cleaning is a very relaxing progress. As for making things dirty again (and this is a shot in the dark, so feel free to correct me), but would you be the person to make mud pies and throw them like a snowball fight? Or perhaps that is simply me, haha.

As for when you suddenly lose motivation, it is certainly a habit that I had to grow out of once I entered this university. The expectations here are much higher after all, and compared to the schooling I used to have. What was your school like, if I may ask? Or were you homeschooled?

Ah, apologies if that was too intrusive. You don't need to answer that one if you don't wish. [This sentence seems to be erased and written over]

My favorite holiday is probably New Years. Though that is mostly because there is chocolate cake prepared by my [word erased and fixed with] grandmama. I still have yet to learn her recipe. Also, there is something satisfying about being able to say that you have survived a year's worth of conflicts. (Not to mention throwing out old, papers into a bonfire, that's my personal favorite.)

I may as well ask for your favorite holiday as well? And are you feeling homesick? It might do some good to visit if you have the chance. Also, as the day is getting closer? Do you have any requests for a present? I might be going to the shops soon, and I might find something there.

Sincerely,

Your Pen Pal

[ once again, there are a significant amount of eraser marks throughout the letter, as if things have been erased and written over and over again , multiple times ]

Hello!

Hah, that sounds about right. I love it when it rains, and one of the reasons has got to be the mud. I kind of miss doing that. You're definitely right about the expectations being higher here. If I had known it would have been like this, well, I might have thought twice about coming here. But I know that becoming who I want to be won't be easy. I just have to deal with this, and when I graduate I'll be free again. Unless I manage to get strong enough before then.

My schooling situation was a bit unique I suppose. You know, I never really would have thought about New Year's being one of my favourite holidays, but when you put it like that it does sound really nice. As for me, I still think my favourite holiday is Halloween. It's just so much fun! There's costumes and games and candy, and you get to stay up late and carve pumpkins and apples and tell stories around bonfires. I really love Halloween.

[ the line " I guess I am feeling kind of homesick " has been written and erased and written again so many times that it is still legible under the sentence that replaced it ]

I don't really know what I want, sorry. There's not a lot that I need? I'm on the spelldrive team, if you didn't know already. And I like knives, and blastcycles, and yarn. I'm sure I'll be happy with whatever you get me, so don't worry too much about it. I don't need anything special.

How are you dealing with this weather? Is it cold back where you lived? Or was it really warm? I hope it's not too hard on you.

What kind of old papers do you throw into your bonfires? Like, taxes? Or more personal stuff. Do you keep a journal?

Epel Felmier 🍎

#nru: exchange 22 #once again : he definitely doodled a lil apple shsjjskfkvklva

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andie-platonically · 6 months ago

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i think i first heard about asexuality when i was maybe in 8th grade? i was raised very conservative, but i had gotten involved in pinterest pop feminism (i wasnt allowed social media but pinterest didnt count). this was obviously very shallow activism, but it got me past my im-not-like-other-girls phase and eventually as i got deeper into it i learned about intersectionality, solidarity with the black lives matter movement, queer liberation, etc.

i found lgbtq+ activism fascinating. i had always been told that being queer was wrong, but at that age i had befriended the Town Lesbian and she seemed perfectly fine to me. so i heard about asexuality and i was accepting of the idea, but i wasnt ready to apply it to myself yet.

(I should have known i was ace in 8th grade when i could not understand the rules to smash or pass, but i digress)

in high school, i befriended more queer people, most of whom were bi or pan. i was also still friends with Town Lesbian. she was the first person in my grade to come out, and given where we were, that took a lot of guts. a lot of people found her abrasive, but she mostly just wouldnt stand for bullshit.

one day she straight-up asked me “are you really straight” and i was like “yeah totally” (at that point despite everything i still thought i was) and she looked at me like she did not believe me for a goddamn second and went “do you like dick?” and this might seem silly but in my christian, conservative upbringing, i had never once thought of it like that. i said something like “uhhh i guess” but thinking about it, i kind of realized that i didnt enjoy thinking about any kind of genatalia, and i was probably supposed to

so i started questioning if i was ace. i did not tell anyone. i watched a lot of youtube videos and read a lot of blog posts. what eventually got me to fully internally identify as ace was a post on pinterest that was a collection of people sharing stories of times they should have realized they were asexual but didnt

(and yes, not understanding the point of smash or pass was on the list)

anyway i ended up coming out to my friends the following year. Town Lesbian had left to be homeschooled (bullying) so i never got the chance to tell her how right she was. i made two new friends to add to the group, one who was demisexual, and one who heard my stories and realized she was asexual too.

i think media definitely played a role in my learning of my asexuality and my coming out, but much more than that was the space my friends created that made me feel safe to explore that sort of thing as well as being forced to confront my lack of sexuality directly rather than hiding in subtlety like i always had.

i dont think this would work for everyone, by the way. im not suggesting you go up to your friends that you suspect might be ace and ask them if they like dick, but it was kind of what i needed at the time. i guess what i am saying is that sharing stories about your experiences and asking questions can definitely help someone who might be confused learn a bit more about themselves.

Hey other ace people I’m curious about y’all’s journey finding out about asexuality and that you are asexual.

Like personally the first time I heard about asexuality was when I was like 8 or 9 from a Dan and Phil fic(please don’t judge me I’m just a lil guy). Then when I was like 15 I was reintroduced to the concept by listening to Red and Blue from overly sarcastic productions when they talked about their experiences on their podcast. And finally identified with it a year or so later when I watched Jaiden animations video on it.

So for me the media I consumed played a huge role in me discovering that I was Ace, and even then despite having known about it as a concept for years it took me a long time to ever actually embracing it. I was curious if this is what happened for you guys as well?

#asexual #ace #ace pride #tw: sex mention

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sometimesrosy · 4 years ago

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what now? idk

TBH, I don’t really know what to do with this blog now that The 100 is over. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad it’s over, but I feel like just posting kitties and cool photo posts isn’t a good use of this spot.

I really liked answering asks about the show and other stuff, and I kind of miss that, but not having the community makes it harder... even though I was unhappy with fandom for the last couple of years.

What should I put on this blog? What would you guys like to see, if there’s still anyone out there?

Let me tell you a bit of what I’m doing outside of tumblr or fandom or scifi.

Professionally, I’m ghostwriting contemporary romances. I’ve written about about 18 so far, in a couple of years. It’s hard work, it doesn’t pay real well. I can’t really suggest to other people, but it just manages to keep my head above water and I get to stay home and take care of myself and homeschool and write and be creative.

Reading wise, I’m leaning hard into the historical romances, and have been ever since I started ghostwriting. IDK why. I read one and write the other.

Writing wise, I am not getting very far on my science fiction books that I’m writing, nor am I getting far on querying for an agent for my finished novels. I’ve got Moonshine, which is based on a bellarke fic I wrote quite a few years ago, and then they’re Girl Of Freaks, which is a contemporary fantasy inspired by how annoyed twilight made me. Like. That’s not what vampires would be. Ugh. Whatever. That’s two finished novels I have that are ready for publication and me, having problems with querying and publication and staying on task. (sometimes I wonder if I too am ADHD after researching for my son’s ADHD. I have been doing a little poetry, too, although that kind of slowed down in the pandemic. It seems to be picking up now that we have a decent not terrifying president. I think I was too anxious to get my thoughts together to write poetry, which was disappointing because I was really getting into poetry.

I am ALSO homeschooling my two teens. One of whom is on the autism spectrum and has ADHD, etc, and one of whom wants to raise chickens. They’re 14 and 15. He’s older. We’re reading greek mythology write now and writing essays. He writes about philosophy and psychology, and she writes persuasive essays about how we should have Disney+ and have chickens.

That goes along with the gardening we’re doing. It’s a school project, but we’re also gardening for fun and health. so. We’re trying blueberries and green beans and spinach and herbs and tomatoes and ginger.

Then I’m getting back into art, too. I took on a challenge on instagram to do 100 days of creativity. I don’t really know WHAT I’m going to do, but it’s essentially 100 days of art journaling as I rediscover what the hell I have to say as an artist. I’ve been doing so much writing that is where my energy goes.

I am also working on an e-course about Writer’s Block. It’s specifically for writers, because I’ll be showing some writing hints, but a lot of it goes for general creativity. My main thesis is that writer’s block shouldn’t terrify us, but really if we pay attention and listen to what’s stopping us, we can actually learn about our own writing process and become better and happier writers. It’s turned out to be MUCH larger than I thought, a whole book, I suppose, rather than one e course, so I’ve broken it down into four courses, and I’m doing the first one on Overwhelm, which is self explanatory. The other three are; Fear (the internal demons that stop you,) The Narrative Itself (because your subconscious knows there’s a problem with the story itself,) and Not A Block, But a Fallow Period (in which you listen to yourself and DON’T write for a while.)

I suppose I’m also doing the health thing. I have hashimotos, which is basically why I was so sick for most of my time here and could barely get out of bed. Because of that, I’m eating gluten free and mostly natural, although ice cream and dark chocolate doesn’t seem to do any harm to me. So that means I’m also doing a lot of cooking, because processed food always seems to make me sick. Fun. On top of that I’m doing some easy going Yin yoga, or restorative IDK exactly what kind it is, but it’s mainly to manage pain and stay flexible after writing all day in a chair.

So why post this?

Because I guess I want to know if I should be posting stuff from my real life? Before, almost everything I posted was a response to an ask that someone sent me, so my entire blog was reader driven. Now I don’t really have that anymore, so it’s hard to know what anyone wants to hear, especially since I’m not doing that deep dive analysis into fandom or really any content. Any analysis I do is going to be impressions, or initial thoughts, not a dissertation like before. (It’s healthier for me that way.)

So the question is, what do y’all want to hear about? Posts on homeschooling? Why? Most of you aren’t doing that? Do you want to talk to me about the historical romance books I’m reading? I could do that, but they can blur together, especially at the speed I read them. And because I reread the ones I really like a lot. I can’t really tell you about the books I’m ghostwriting since I signed a contract not to blab. They’re fun, I think. But you know.

I could post my art work, idk. Not all of it is good. A lot of it is just about discovery. I could post poetry. I still haven’t figured out how to format poetry on this weird website. IDK maybe screenshots. I could post what’s happening in the garden. I could write about my ecourse and about writer’s block. Which I don’t have, obviously, since I am writing 3k words a day ghostwriting-- except I DO have it, every day. But I’ve managed coping strategies to work with it. I’m actually using it to deal with my struggles doing the e course. Listen this is how I get words on the page.

I mean I post a lot of this stuff already on instagram instagram https://www.instagram.com/rowenamurillo/ and on twitter https://twitter.com/rosymamacita1 I’m mostly doing writer twitter, some romancelandia, some politics and feminism a touch of tv and movies.

#wow that's a lot of words about me #did you know i don't really like to write about me? anyway #what is tumblr without fandom anyway?

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vgckwb · 3 years ago

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ML: Isolation Chapter 26: Bravery

Monday morning came. Of course, Adrien was wondering about how everyone would react to Friday’s stunt. Although, at the moment, Adrien had other things to worry about. Before going to class, he had taken the time to assist with a Noir Notes request.

A kid was having some trouble with some bullies on his way to school everyday. A friend of theirs noticed and asked if Cat Noir could escort them to school, which of course Adrien did. On their way, the bullies popped out at the usual place, but were surprised to see Cat Noir. They ran away, but not before Cat Noir took their picture.

Once the duo got to school, the teachers were perplexed. Cat Noir explained the situation. Once they were made aware, the teachers apologized to the student, and started taking steps to deal with the bullies.

With that, Cat Noir’s job was done, and Adrien had to get to school. Adrien began running. He ran and ran to his school, which wasn’t too far, but it wasn’t a hop, skip and a jump away. Upon seeing Francois Dupont, he thought Yes. I’m almost there. He then crashed into someone.

When Adrien started getting up, he saw a kid in a red hoodie panicking. “I’m so sorry!” He said. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry…” He just kept going.

Adrien was confused and concerned. “Ummm…”

“AH!” the boy shrieked. He left and rushed into the school.

That was weird. Adrien looked down to see a notebook. He picked it up. “Marc’s Stories”? He checked the time. “I don’t want to be late. I guess I have to give it to him later.” Adrien rushed to change back into his clothes and get to school on time.

During class, Adrien was wondering about what was in the book he found as Cat Noir. He looked around to make sure the coast was clear, and he took out the book to begin reading. Lucky for him, due to hi homeschooling, he knew the materials being taught, so he could focus on this and not miss much.

As Adrien looked through the book, he saw all sorts of fictional stories. He didn’t have time to read them all in-depth, but from the pieces he read, he was impressed. Among the latest entries were stories about Cat Noir. While Cat Noir in real life was mostly a pacifist who helped people by either talking to them, or doing some other action, in these stories, he was a real hero with powers, fighting villains left and right. Adrien was impressed, and a little embarrassed.

During a break, Adrien packed up his stuff, as well as the book. He was on his way to leave, when he was stopped by someone tugging on his sleeve. He looked over. “Alix?”

“Can we talk?” she asked bluntly.

Adrien looked at his bag. I guess this can wait a little while longer. I mean, if I show up now, he might figure out Cat Noir goes to school here. “Uh, sure.”

“Not here,” Alix said. She started walking. “Well?”

“Uh, right” Adrien said, still kind of thrown for a loop. He followed Alix to a more private spot. Once Alix stopped, she sighed. “What’s up?” Adrien asked.

Alix looked at Adrien. “Well, you were there, right?” she asked back. “The auction, where Cat Noir showed up.”

“Uh, yeah, of course,” Adrien said.

Alix sighed again. “Sorry. I’ve just been in a fog since then.”

Adrien smiled. “It’s fine.”

Alix smiled. She then frowned. “Ugh. So, there’s a few things that need to be explained. That thing Cat Noir gave me was part of this pocket watch that’s been in my family for generations. It was given to me at a previous event. You know about Marinette, right?” Adrien nodded. “Well, she was helping her parents during that event. She tripped and broke the watch.”

Alix continued looking forlorn. “I was slightly relieved when my father said it could be fixed, but then a piece of it went missing. The piece Cat Noir returned to me.” She looked really upset at herself. “All this time, I blamed Marinette.”

Adrien knew all of this and more, but needed to pretend not to know, and wanted to be a good friend. “Did she take it?”

“She couldn’t have,” Alix said. “Everyone was looking at her. She had no opportunity to take anything, much less move it. And I’ve been trying to make sense of this ever since it was found.”

“How so?” Adrien asked.

Alix was unsure of what to say exactly, but tried. “Well, I think someone had to move it, if it was hidden in or around the Napoleon painting, like Cat Noir said. But Marinette couldn’t have been it. But, I’ve been blaming Marinette. And now, I’m thinking that blame was a little misplaced.” Alix looked at Adrien. “And that’s why I came to you.” Adrien was a little confused. “Because you’re the only one here who doesn’t actually KNOW Marinette.”

“Oh. Right” Adrien said. He did know, he just sort of forgot he wasn’t supposed to. You couldn’t blame him though, as the two of them JUST started going out. He was still VERY excited by that.

“Everyone else is so… not a fan of Marinette…” Alix tried putting gracefully. “And I sort of get it. She was...weird about Lila. But I don’t think she had it in her to actually steal.”

“But...everyone says she did,” Adrien interjected.

“Yeah,” Alix said. “I don’t believe it though. Even if she was jealous of Lila, I know she wouldn’t go that far. But I was so blinded by my rage. ‘She broke my watch, and lost a part of it’ was all I was thinking. Marinette can be clumsy, but...I don’t know...I just started believing what everyone else believed, and it got into my head that the incident with the watch might have been intentional, and maybe she would steal. But now that I know that it was just accidental, I don’t think she stole anything either” Alix explained. “This is so frustrating, you know?”

“I...think so…” Adrien said.

“I can’t say anything because no one would believe me at this point,” Alix continued. “Not without hard proof, and I have no idea who would take Lila’s necklace.” She sighed. “I just don’t know what to do…”

Adrien smiled. “Well, I mean, yeah, it does sound impossible to say that without knowing who actually did it. But, if you believe that she didn’t, there is one thing you can do right away.” Alix looked at him, curious. “Apologize.”

Alix was stunned. “But she doesn’t leave her room anymore” Alix countered. “I mean, it’s one thing that we’re allowed to go to the bakery now, but if I’m seen actually IN her room…”

“Right,” Adrien said. “Well, I’m sure that her parents would be willing to relay whatever you have to say to her.”

Alix was surprised, but delighted. “Thanks.” She sighed once more. “I'm glad you started coming to school. If you weren’t here, I wouldn’t know what to do.”

Adrien smiled. “I’m glad too.” The two of them smiled, nodded, and headed back to class.

After school, Adrien rushed off. He hid and changed into his Cat Noir costume, grabbed Marc’s book, and headed back out. First, he tried to make sure no one saw him, then after a bit, he didn’t mind. As long as no one could trace his movements, he was fine. Once he began his search in earnest, he was noticed. “Cat Noir?” Adrien turned to see that it was Max. “What are you doing here?”

Adrien walked up to Max. “Well, something happened on a mission this morning, so I’m here to take care of it.”

“I see,” Max said, intrigued.

“Well, as long as I’m here,” Adrien asked, “have you talked with the principal yet about you know who?”

Max looked a little disappointed. “Not yet. I was on my way now though. To be honest, I wanted to see what you were doing on Friday.”

“I see.”

Max sighed. “I know you’re the paragon of courage, but not everyone is. Even though there was nothing more that I wanted to do than bring Markov back, every time I tried, I panicked.”

Adrien felt for Max. He placed his hands on his shoulders. “I get it. None of this seems easy. But the fact that you’re doing it at all is amazing.” He removed his hands. “Besides, the only reason I can go about doing things with such reckless abandon is because I’m hiding behind a mask. You’re going to speak up for your friend as you, and there’s nothing braver than that.”

Max smiled. “Thanks Cat Noir. That’s just what I needed.”

“Well, I’m always willing to help,” Adrien responded. He saw the boy he crashed into earlier out of the corner of his eye. “Well, I gotta go. Good luck!” He saluted, while Max nodded, and left.

Meanwhile, the boy was muttering “Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?”

“Looking for this?” Cat Noir said, holding up his book. The boy was astounded. “You dropped it when we bumped into each other this morning.”

The boy was awestruck. He nervously took the book back. “Thank you.”

Adrien smiled. “I’m sorry.” The boy looked perplexed. “Curiosity got the better of me, and I skimmed through it.”

“Oh no!” the boy said.

“Marc, is it?” Adrien asked. He nodded. “I have to say, I’m actually impressed.” Marc was stunned, and somewhat relieved. “I didn’t read it all as a whole, but from the bits I did read, you're really good.”

Marc smiled. “Thanks… Ugh.”

“What’s wrong?” Adrien asked.

“Nothing…” Marc said. “It’s just…” he sighed. “I’ve...been wanting to collaborate with someone for a while now...but I don’t think he likes me…”

“What gives you that idea?” Adrien asked.

“Well…” Marc began. “I was working with someone to maybe get something off the ground...but then, um, well, they got kicked out of school…”

“Marinette…” Adrien let slip.

Marc was confused. “You’ve heard of her?”

“Well…” Adrien said, trying to regain his focus. “I’ve heard the name a few times. It comes up sometimes when I meet with people who go to this school.”

“I see…” Marc said. “I don’t think she did anything wrong though...but that’s not how he sees it…”

“Hmmm” Adrien said.

“And I can’t just talk to him!” Marc continued spewing. “Ugh. What am I going to do?”

Adrien began thinking. An idea then started to form. “Say, Marc.” Marc looked up. “You want to collaborate with this person, right?” Marc nodded. “Well, I think I might have a solution for that.” Marc was curious, but ecstatic. “I just need to think things over for a bit. Can you wait?”

“Of course! Anything for you, Cat Noir!”

“Great!” Adrien was about to leave.

“And hey,” Marc said. “Thank you for, well, I guess, everything. Ever since you started showing up, I’ve felt...braver than I had before.” Adrien smiled, nodded, and left.

Later at home, he brought up the group chat.

Adrien: So, in my escapades today, I met a nice boy named Marc.

Marinette: You met Marc?

Marinette: How?

Adrien: We kind of ran into each other. Well, he and Cat Noir.

Marinette: I see…

Adrien: He told me you were trying to help him collaborate with someone.

Marinette: Yeah, he’s a really good writer.

Marinette: I’ve been wanting him to pair up with Nathaniel in your class, since his art is second to none.

Chloe: Is this just going to be an online date between the two of you?

Chloe: Because if it is, I don’t see the reason we need to be here.

Kagami: Chloe!

Chloe: ...Sorry.

Adrien giggled. Obviously, they did tell Chloe and Kagami about them dating, and everything surrounding that.

Adrien: She’s just uncomfortable about us lovey-dovey types.

Marinette: Adrien…

Adrien: Sorry.

Adiren: I’m still a bit giddy.

Chloe: I’ve noticed.

Adrien: I’m sure whenever you start dating someone, you’ll be just as bad as I am.

Kagami: Nah, she’d be worse.

Kagami: After all, she’s Chloe Bourgeois. She doesn’t do ANYTHING second rate.

Chloe: …

Adrien: lol

Chole: IS there a point?!

Adrien: Yes, actually.

Adrien: I do have an idea on how to help.

Adrien: But it is a big risk, so I wanted to run it by you all.

Chloe: And what is this plan?

Adrien: I need to march into the lion’s den.

Chloe: Huh?

Adrien: I think I need to talk to Alya.

Marinette: That shouldn’t be a problem.

Adrien: I need to talk to her AS Cat Noir.

Marinette: WHAT?!

Marinette: That’s crazy!

Adrien: I know, but hear me out.

Adrien: I figure if I give her something, she might make a section of Noir Notes dedicated to fictional material surrounding Cat Noir.

Marinette: Oh, I think I get it.

Marinette: You want to use that so that Marc can post his stories so they'd get noticed by Nathaniel.

Adrien: Exactly!

Kagami: I’m not so sure this is a good idea.

Kagami: She did notice that the two of us are different.

Kagami: If you show up, you might give the whole game away.

Adrien: I get it, but if we want to help, there might not be another option.

Adrien: 1. I only know about Marc’s plight as Cat Noir. As unlikely as it might be, if I approach Alya as Adrien for this, if those two run into each other, that might give up the game even more.

Adrien: And 2. I do have more clout as Cat Noir, so it’d be a much better guarantee.

Adrien: And since Nathaniel is in our class, this might help loose Lila’s grip on him, if only ever so slightly.

Kagami: Hmmm.

Chloe: Well, if Friday was any indication, we CAN start doing some more crazy stunts.

Chloe: And nothing is as crazy as going to the one person who most wants Cat Noir unmasked.

Adrien: I can think of a few other ways to do this…

Adrien: But this is the most direct way.

Marinette: I say go for it.

Chloe: Really?

Kagami: But you’d have the most to lose if the truth escapes.

Marinette: I know.

Marinette: But I trust Adrien.

Adrien smiled and blushed.

Adrien: Thanks.

Kagami: Well, if Marinette’s on board, then so am I.

Chloe: Fine.

Adrien: Great!

Adrien: Well, with that settled, I would like to switch to just talking with Marinette.

Chloe: Thank goodness.

She logged off.

Kagami: Have fun you two.

She also logged off.

Adrien and Marinette switched to their private messaging.

Adrien began. “So, have I ever told you I think you’re the bravest person I know?

“What?! No, I can’t be.”

“It’s true.”

“How? I’m so timid.”

“You were brave enough to tell me I hurt your feelings. That couldn’t have been easy.”

“Well… Only because Kagami said I should…”

“Still, saying you’re going to do something and doing it are two different things. Besides, I’ve heard your name often enough in terms of ‘outside of Lila, she’s actually really nice and helpful.’”

“Really?”

“Definitely. And you continue to help people as Ladybug. Despite everything, you still wanted to reach out and do something. THAT takes real courage.”

“...Thank you.” Marinette started blushing. “But what brought this on?”

“I’ve just been thinking about this all day. It’s just another way you’re wonderful.”

“You’re wonderful too, you know.”

“Thanks.”

“Well, I should get going. I have a secret project I’m working on.”

“What is it?

“I can’t tell you, it's a secret.”

“Gotcha. Well, I’m going to find out sooner or later. After all, I figured you out, didn’t I?”

“Well, I’ll be more careful guarding this secret.”

“Very well. Good night then.”

“Good night.” They logged off.

As Marinette was sketching, she got a knock on her door. “Marinette,” her mom said.

Marinette rapidly closed her sketchbook.“Come in,” Marinette replied.

Sabine opened the door. “Someone came by, and they wanted me to give you this.” She held up a note.

Marinette was confused. “Are...you sure?” Sabine nodded. “O..K…?” She took the note, and Sabine left.

Marinette opened it and it read “Marinette, I know I’m not the best with words, or feelings, but I wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would actually steal something, but I was so blinded by outrage that I got caught up in the heat of everything going on. I got so angry for what turned out to be not really your fault, and that anger turned irrational. So, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not sticking up for you, despite us being friends. I’m sorry for being blinded by rage and my own insecurities that I passed off on you. I’m sorry. -Alix.”

Marinette smiled. She figured Adrien might have had something to do with this, but she was happy all the same. “Thank you. Both of you.” She opened her sketchbook and continued. At the top, the concept was written out. “Outfits for Mine and Adrien’s first date once this whole Lila thing is settled.”

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #adrien #Marc #alix #MAX #Marinette #Chloé #kagami #sabine #no kwami #NICE GABRIEL

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Lira Woods pt1 (Chapter 1)

Chapter One

This is a story about a woman named Lira Chanel Johnson. She was a smart-ass, sexual witch. She had long, deep brown hair that she wore in a bun. She always dressed in a sexy, naughty gothic witch outfit, and she didn’t take shit from any one. If you look at her the wrong way, she’d try to beat you up to a bloody pulp. She was from a dark, evil planet called Demish. This world was a wasteland of a place where there was no morning, only a hazy, gloomy, foggy night that lasted all year round. The Planet that she lived in was more advance more so than Earth was about 2000-3000 years in the future with their high-class technology, but that’s if you were very wealthy. That’s the only way you could every get to these types of products, and if you were poor like Lira for example you were treated like a 2nd class piece of crap. Lira barely had any parenting during her childhood, so mostly she had but not choose to home school on her own. From preschool to second grade, most of the time, she had to teach herself because, on her world, everyone was forced to be homeschooled till the third grade, and they could only stop being homeschooled if they were hand selected. Plus, you had to know the person to even enter the most famous school in Demish named Kensaw Black Evil Witch Boarding School. It was on top of a hillside facing a dangerous ocean. Bats circled around the building with a deadly thunder storm surrounding. Lira had always wanted to go but never had the money or knew anyone that knew the higher power in that school. “I always wonder how I could get into this type of school. Maybe I could ask a rich person to sneak me into this wonderful dark school, but this person will have to be stupid. This person will have to be so dang stupid that he or she would ever think that I am a loyal friend. After I get into Kensaw, I will dump this person without him or her even knowing it. I just must get the dumbest, richest person out there. Can’t be that hard to find one, right?” She headed to the Beaonish Library, which was the only library where one could find out who was rich or poor. The books in this library tracked every living and dead person and was a valuable resource for all the witches. Lira was looking through the pages when she saw a girl named Sorcery. Even though she was as beautiful as Lira, she was also as smart. Sorcery was an upper gothic civil girl, even though she is turning eight in a month, she was as smart as anyone in his or her thirties. “Hmm, it says that this girl has more than four hundred goneins.” Goneins were the currency used on Demish. Four hundred gonines was the equivalent of more than $500 billion US dollars. “Also says she’s the smartest person of her kind. Hmm … maybe I can trick her into being my friend until I finish school then, but what would I do when I get outta there? Maybe I can still use her, even after graduation. Man, I have so many choices that I must face, but I truly need to get into that school because I know they’ll never let some broke bitch like me in there. Well, I can always just go with the flow and see what happens, and hopefully she doesn’t get smart enough that she’ll know that I’m trying to use her, but let me do more research on this school to see what kind of schooling this place may have in store for us, even after graduating outta the twelfth grade.” Lira copied Sorcery’s contact information and found out what she liked to do with her personal time. She, then, tried to think of a plan to scam Sorcery so that she could help Lira get into the best school that money could buy. She never thought it would take so long just to find her, but in her mind, she wished that she had the power to transfer from point A to point B in a second. “Damn! It’s taking a long time to get to her place. It must be hidden, so nobody can find her castle. I wish I had something that would help me on my quest to find her and make her my tool. I must get into this school, so I can be the greatest evil witch slave owner known to man. I have to make sure that she never knows about any of this, and I have to learn how to be a proper and classy young lady, or maybe just brain wash her simple as that.” About five days later, after trying to find Sorcery’s place, she discovered a building that could help her in her quest. It was kind of a GPS system building, and inside was a magical map wizard. “Yes, young one, how can I help you with your long quest? Come closer, my dear. I need to know what you look like because I can’t see but so far, so what is your name, girly, and what did you come here for? If it doesn’t have to deal with finding a person, and then get the fuck out.” the wizard said. “Well, yes, I need your help finding someone that’s very important to me. See, there’s this girl I need to find that is worth more than gold to me.” “Let me guess, my child. This girl’s name is Sorcery, a beautiful, rich girl, and not just that also a smart person as well. You want to use her, so you can attend that well-known boarding school. This girl may be your ticket to be the best of all the class-act witches. I truly believe you made the best choice with this one, but I truly think you should think very hard about your future.” Lira stopped her dead in her tracks. “Stop talking about all of this bullshit and just tell me where this bastard is, or I swear, on my mother’s grave.” “What? So, you’re going to kill me if I don’t help you? Ha! Ha! Girl, please! You couldn’t even hurt a fly even if it was given to you. Damn! You’re the worse person I’ve ever met. You really need more training before you go any further, my dear.” “You’ve got to be kidding me, your old hag. Now you listen. I don’t need any training from an old bag like you!” “Before I can tell you anything, I must train you because I can see now that you’re not a bit ready to even attend a school like that, you’ll fail after the first year, I can see that now. And I’m saying this just because I know you may get stronger and smarter than Sorcery could ever be. But if you’re a little brat about and don’t want my help, just go home, you just a little homeless brat.” “What in the bloody hell are you talking about your old hag? Are you trying to say I’m not good enough for that goody to shoes rich-ass chick? She couldn’t get passed me if she was the last witch on this planet.” “Yes, I did. What are you going to do about it? Go cry about it? Go run to your mommy?” the older hag replied while floating toward towards Lira’s face. “You know what, your old hag? I know what you’re trying to pull, but it’s not going to work on me at all. Just tell me where this bitch is, or I’ll figure it out for my own damn self!” “Oh, lass, I truly don’t think you really mean that at all. You know that you need my help with this,” she said while Lira walked away. “Oh, Lira, don’t walk away from me. I know that you’ll come back, just like all the others.” “Get the hell outta here, I’m a grown behind woman. I don’t why I thought I needed your help from a stupid old hag as yourself” “Ok. If you feel that way, I’m not going to tell you anything else. Just like I said before, you’ll come back to me and listen to me, or I’ll just be there where you’re at, no matter what. I guess they should’ve told you all about me. I also know this — without me, you won’t know how powerful Sorcery’s background is or how powerful she can get. You are way too smart for your own being, but she can still will outsmart you in every way.” Lira went on her way, trying to find Bradshaw Manor (Sorcery’s home). She was also thinking about what the old lady had told her, that she wasn’t all that ready to be in the school or in life at all, but because of Lira’s hard headedness, and way to stubborn for her own good, she didn’t care what anyone thought about her. She, also, didn’t care what her problems were going to be. At the time, all she cared about was being the best witch and slave driver that ever lived. Oh, yeah, I may not have mentioned it, but, in this witch school, the rules are you couldn’t have a human lover or a mixed witch/mortal human child. That was a crime, in their eyes. It was, also, a sin if a witch did go out with or even married a human. They’d have a difficult future ahead of them if they were caught. She hated the fact that even the school and their world had a stupid way of controlling everyone, and she didn’t like that one bit; she also didn’t care what they truly thought. Whatever Lira wanted was what she always got. It didn’t matter what it cost. That simply did not matter. What she really wanted was a man that acted just like her in every way. She wanted someone who shared her interests, even if it involved murdering someone. She had always loved the smell of fresh blood and flesh. Now after three months of looking, she finally arrives at her place, after breathing so very heavily finally came to her door step. She knew that she had no choice at the last minute that she had to change her clothing, so she wouldn’t look so homeless then maybe Sorcery would be that dumb enough to fall for her tricks. Not just that she also had to sound upscale plus maybe cut down the anger till Lira got to know her. She lied, saying that Sorcery was expecting her and that she had known her for a long time. She told him that it had been a long time since they’d last seen each other. She was worried that Sorcery may not remember her. The butler believed her and let her enter the home, and so did Sorcery. Even in person, Sorcery was the prettiest person ever, but she was not as beautiful as Lira. Sorcery was a classy nerd. She was a different kind of beauty, who was captivating in her own way. No one could ever try to compare her to any other woman because she was in a class by herself. “So, Lira, what brings you to my home? Is there anything that you truly need from me or my folks that you claim to know so well? You know, we’ll do anything for a family member or a close friend?” Sorcery asked while pouring a cup of hot peppermint black tea. “Well, yes, there is. You already know that I don’t have anyone to help me out, but if your parents help me out with my school fare, you know, my parent and I, we’ll pay you back in any way possible. And you, if do this for me, I will be there anytime you need me. With your brains and my personality, Sorcery, we could make the best team. Others would get so damn jealous. So, what do you say?” “I don’t know, Lira. My parents could get a little testy about all of this, and they may have to do some thinking about what we’re doing right now not just that they don’t know you as a person, but I can always ask them about this. I could be wrong, and they may just help you with the funds. We could be strong buddies, and I could show you what my life entails, and you must repay me in another way. But that’s only if you agree with the stuff that I have in store for you, though.” “Sure. You know I’ll do anything to pay you and your folks back for all of this.” “All you have to do is be there for me and help me around the house. And for helping us out, you could stay here for free. How does that sound to you, Lira?” Sorcery explained while facing the fireplace. Her back was facing Lira. Lira got up, stood next to her, and replied, “It sounds great to me, girly.” Sorcery didn’t know that she was making the biggest mistake, one that she would regret later. Sorcery showed Lira the ropes. She taught her how to be a true lady and trained her in everything else that she needed to know before heading to one of the top school that their planet had to offer. After four months, Sorcery told Lira that she was ready to attend school. She told her that she thought she would be a perfect A-list student and that she might even have been able to leave early if she stayed focused like Sorcery did. She also told her that, when they both reached seventeen, they would have to become immortal and carry a book of life and dark magic. They would have to carry this with them no matter what, and if someone destroyed the book or even got caught with a human, they’d turn into a mortal and slowly die less than a week later. They’d turn into dust. This was one of the strictest schools known to man. “This is so damn messed up, Sorcery. Why can’t we do what we want to do? But like I said, with your smarts and my charms and both of our good looks, we may get away with anything we want and what some people only dream of, and when we graduate, we’ll be the best slave masters to those dumb humans, like no one has ever seen before. Maybe we could even kill them if they don’t listen to our demands. We could chop them up into little pieces and eat them while they’re still alive and make them suffer, or is that too much, my dear friend? I don’t want to break any of our school’s rules or our world’s laws.” “Yeah, it does sound like you’re going way too far with this idea. Just take it down a little bit. But I do like one thing that you said. We could be the greatest partners in crime that our world and earth has ever seen. I’ll make sure that no one can ever come between us, no matter what, and I would never let you go at all. I hope you’ll do the same thing.” “You know I would never let a great friend like you go. I’ll always have your back.” Now Lira had Sorcery wrapped around her tiny little finger. She was finally going to the school she’d been dying to go to for so damn long time, even though she had to let Sorcery train her till school started. After each day of training, Lira felt like total hell, but tomorrow was the first day of school, so she had to be ready for that. She should have never let her guard down, no matter what kind of problem that she may have had to face. “Lira, I have to tell you that these classes are very difficult. It’ll get to the point where you’ll wish you were never even born. Trust me. You’re so damn lucky that I’m training you now before it gets any worse, but we may get the worst of them all when we get older, and I truly mean that because they may not tell you that. Plus, like I told you, no soon-to-be immortal witch can ever be with anyone that is outside our race or have a mixed child. We must stay pure, so we don’t get into any trouble, and I also forgot to tell you something that you may want to know. That’s if you want to know because it is very important.” “Yes, I sure would like to know what I have to go against in the present and future.” “Ok. The thing is, they may not tell you that, when you do go to a new planet, there can only be one witch on each of the eight planets of the universe. If there is more than one witch on that planet, the other witches should kill him or her, so you have to watch your back.” “Oh, please! That’s so damn stupid. Who should care if more than one of us is living there? All I care about is me and only me. Sorry, Sorcery. Also, I want to become a witch and make these humans on Earth my slaves. Nothing. If you want to tell me any different, then ok, but we can’t let these rules bother us if we want to become successful, and if you want to disagree with what I believe, then maybe I shouldn’t have come here at all!” Lira yelled while pacing back and forth. “Ok, Lira, just calm down. We can make it, ok? Just didn’t think all of this would get you so angry. I just don’t want anything to happen to you because I’m your friend. Just please calm down, ok?” “Look, Sorcery. I’m sorry. I just don’t want to be told what to do. It’s not like we’re working for them.” Sorcery didn’t realize the trouble she’d gotten herself into with Lira, meaning she was a hot-tempered person that would do anything to destroy anyone that got in her way if they weren’t careful. It also seemed that Lira’s plans were coming true, and when she reached seventeen and became immortal, when she graduates from the academy with honors. She hoped that she’d meet someone that had a lot in common with her and her actions. She hoped that this person would be a cannibal also. So, it was the first day of attending their lives as students. They had to stay there from the third to the twelfth grade, but they had to live there as always. They also couldn’t have any people coming in to visit, not even their parents, unless the upper witches had something to say about their students misbehaving in their corners. Also, they only had to take four classes in person, and the last three classes could be taken online. Yes, they had technology. After a long day of school and studying at their domes, Sorcery and Lira thought it’d be great to go out into town, just to have fun with a few classmates. “Oh, gosh, Sorcery. I want to make a toast to you and the other classmates here to make our more than eleven years from now the greatest time in our lives. We cannot let anyone stand in our fucking way. We cannot let anyone stop us from doing what we are trying to do.” About five hours of partying, they all went back to their place and went to bed. The next morning, they went to class, but this time it was going to get much harder going forward. “Ok, students, have a seat. I know you guys must have had a great first day, but things aren’t going to be as easy as you may think. The first thing I want to tell you is this class is a black magic class. You will learn everything there is to know about black magic. You will not just read about it, but you will gain a lot of hands on experience. And they may or may not have told you that, if you fail this school from third to twelfth grade, you’ll be kicked out and will never be able to come back ever again, you’ll have the clip till you’re die. But you guys may already have your online classes together, and I’m so sorry that you never got to get your items for the ground courses, but here’s what your future evil witches need. Here are your digital witch books. This is going to be your book even when you guys hit seventeen, but the difference would be they’re going to be updated when you grow older. It depends on how well you do your school work. Oh, yes, this will also be your lifeline when you become immortal. When you turn seventeen, that’s when you graduate. Are there any questions about this course at all?” Sorcery raised her hand. “Yes, I have a question that I know most of the others have. What will this school provide after we graduate? I mean, would you guys tell us what planet we’re supposed to go to?” “That’s a good question. No, you guys are on your own when you turn seventeen. You all will be known as grown witches, not children anymore. Also, you guys will become immortal at the same time with your own books, just make sure you guys don’t cause any harm to it. Even being immortal you’ll will die if your books get damage in any way from fire drowning you’ll start to become mortal, age, then become dust. Any other questions? But for now, I will teach you step by step about black magic, and the others will teach how to make others into your slaves and minions. The others will be more difficult than the rest. Most may show you shape shifting to anything that you want, but mostly your inner demon. You’ll learn serious shape-shifting from ninth grade to twelfth grade, but if you learn it sooner, you may graduate earlier than the others. That is if you do it right or if you are at the head of your class. Then, you will graduate early with top honors. Now open your black magic books to the first chapter. We’re going to read all about them and what you need to do in all day things. What I want you guys to do now is make something appear on your tables. It could be anything. A dragon … a dark beast frog … whatever you can come up with. The way that you are supposed to do it can be found in your book.” Everyone did well. Of course, Sorcery and Lira had the greatest dragon. It was better than any witch had ever made before. “Yes. This is what I’m talking about. Great evil job, Lira and Sorcery. You ladies must’ve done your homework. Maybe you other students should learn from them. Then maybe you would be as great as them, but you guys will get there. No worries. It’s just the beginning, but like I said, you guys should’ve already known the basics of evil witchcraft before you guys entered this building. This is kind of like someone who is in the middle class of knowledge of black magic, but it’s ok. Like I said, most of this stuff is going to be harder and brand new to most of you because I know whomever home schooled you all didn’t have the digital things that your newbies have now. We had to do so by our books, and we really struggle with our magic, like no other witch has before, and hopefully it did work, and if we failed, hopefully we had enough items to do it once again. But we do need to get on with it because class is about to be over soon, so let’s just wrap things up for now … till tomorrow. I’ll just let you guys out early. Well, before class ends, I want you guys to answer this question, and you should know this answer from your basic books from home. What happens when you see a human, and she tries not to obey your orders?” “I could tell you that, Miss Kulsum. The answer to that true powers. Do a sneak attack and brainwash the human to the point that she becomes your slave or minion.” Miss Kulsum was one of those crazy types of teachers at the time, and, she was so but beyond ugly at the same time, but she knew what she was talking about. I guess because she had the evilest look towards her with her fucked hair, messed up makeup also the way she gave her speech about giving us lessons about slaving others in your bidding. But I could’ve done a lot better at it that’s just me though. “Wow! Great answer, Lira. You get an A for today. Oh, yeah. Before your next class, I’m going to pass out a paper that will give information about your first project. I know its way too early for a project now, but I want you to do it. I want you guys to team up in groups of twos, and its due in two months. I want Sorcery and Lira to team up because I know you guys will put on a great show, and I hope you guys learn from them and make sure to ask me or these two how black magic is really done. They may have beauty, but they also have a lot of knowledge.” The castle bell rang. “Ok, class, I hope you guys fare well till tomorrow. We will talk more about the project and what you need to do. Oh, yes! Your homework will be to read your books and practice on your black magic because, like they say, “practice makes perfect.” “Oh, Lira, I forgot to mention that this school lets us have long breaks between classes, meaning we don’t have to be on time for the next class, so maybe we could get something to eat.” “Sure. Why not? Maybe we could have some tea and some spider soup at that oh-so-world-famous café. I think the name is Jomiah Café, if I’m correct.” “I love that café. They have the tastiest foods coffee and tea in town. No one can beat them.” After having lunch and tea, they went over their projects and wanted to know what they were going to do. Then they went to the rest of their classes. In their other classes, they learned how to make more humans their slaves and their minions. They worked on their project for two months. When it was time to present it, they presented the greatest black magic show that the school had ever seen. The magic was going to be so grand that’ll blow their socks off “Lira, I think we got this in the bag, and I know we could make these other guys and girls so dang on jealous my dear. We’re going to get the best grade ever.” “Well, maybe but I may do something at the end. I should’ve told you earlier, but sometimes I make my money by being a street performer, meaning I do little tricks like this, so this doesn’t faze me at all. Trust me. We’ll make those teachers and students see something they’ve never seen before, and maybe just maybe, we can leave early but still walk in with our class. Maybe we can make that trip to Earth. I heard of this place called New York City, New York in America. Maybe we could go there. What do you say about that, Sorcery?” Lira asked. “I don’t know, Lira. It seems way too early to even say, but hey, I wouldn’t mind of going. Maybe it could be our graduation gift to ourselves, but, Lira, I want to make sure that you don’t have any weird issues while we’re in the human world,” she replied. “Of course not, my dear. You know I wouldn’t do anything to embarrass you. What kind of friend would I be if I ever did that to you? I love you way too much, Sorcery, and you know that for a fact.” Lira gave Sorcery a hug. While they hugged, Sorcery had an evil grin on her face. “I’m so glad that you’re a loyal friend, Lira. I don’t know what I’m going to do without you, girl. You mean the world to me.” “I feel the same way about you, my dear.” Now it was finally their day to show off their projects during the school’s black magic fair. It was kind of like the science fairs that humans have. But this one, instead of being indoors, was outside. One by one, all the students in the first-period class showed off their creations. Many thought they had done ok until Sorcery and Lira were called to show off their amazing work to the whole school to see. The head council or head of state, which was more powerful than the rest, was who commanded Sorcery and Lira to show everyone their work. She was known for being extremely evil. She was so evil that even saying her name made humans want to gasp for air. Even her peers fear her presents no one and I do mean no one stand in her way, sometimes Lira always thought she could out scare this beat up old bat, but she had to get to her level to even be as powerful as head council. Her name was head master Kashum. “Ok, Sorcery and Lira show us what your project is. I believe this is what we all came to see. Because I heard that this past month you guys were turning heads with your magnificent work. I mean, you ladies may have a shot at becoming the big dogs. Maybe someday you could take my chair, but that has never been done. But I don’t want to keep going. Just show us how real true black magic is supposed to be done.” “Yes, your courtship,” they both had said while they bowed down. Lira and Sorcery started to read together one of the best spells that they could find. They made mouths fall to the ground. “Lira, show them what our magic is made of.” “You know I got this, lovely. I’m about to do the best shape shift that our people have ever seen.” Lira turned into a huge demon dragon. She had flaming streaks all along her body. Her scales were black as night. It was the most creative thing that anyone had ever seen before. Even Sorcery was super shocked with what she had done to herself, but in a safe way, Lira was always a step ahead of everyone and wouldn’t let someone step in her way of being a top honor student and maybe leave early. “Oh! You ladies did a hell of a job on your project, and what you did, Lira, left me speechless. So, did you, Sorcery. Plus, I heard a lot about you and your family. I know you’re going to make them proud.” “Thank you, your courtship. You don’t know what your positive words mean to me, and I’ll make sure Lira and I do our hardest to meet your evilest studies and what you want from us no matter what,” Sorcery told the head council. “You can rest assured that we’re be the best evil witches that this planet has to offer. I truly believe Sorcery and I can do so much better as a team than doing it by ourselves,” Lira said. “You’re so current, Lira, and I think I know who should win for this witches’ fair today. Give the first-place award to Lira and Sorcery because they were more creative and evil than the rest. You students need to learn from the best, not just your teachers but from your fellow classmates, such as Lira and Sorcery.” For the next couple of years, Lira and Sorcery were the best in their classes and online classes, making their classmates jealous with envy. The guys wanted to be with them, and the girls wanted to be them. Most of the guys wanted to be with Lira more than Sorcery because of Lira’s lust, charm, and looks. Both girls’ lives, up to this point, had been as sweet as honey. Now that they were seventeen years old, Lira couldn’t wait for this day to come because they were finally seniors and were now becoming immortal. It was bittersweet for both Lira and Sorcery. The reason why it was bittersweet for Lira mostly because she could because immortal and had the knowledge about ruling a planet, not just that could just keep using Sorcery till they reached planet Earth, then fine a human to make them her slaves. After doing so she could just show her true side towards Sorcery. “Hey, Sorcery. Look at us now. We’re finally seniors and will be starting our final year in our school.” “Yes, Lira, I’m so excited about the New Year, and I can’t wait to leave this school and live my own life seeing all the sites, owning some humans also see what they do plus made of, but I still want to be your partner in crime.” Announcements were made. The announcer wanted all senior to be aware about becoming immortal. All the immortal seniors would be getting their Book of Immortality upgraded. They had to keep this book, and it could only be destroyed by someone who was immortal. No mortal or human could destroy our book for any reason at all. The book would be issued to all the seniors at the library any time after their classes ended. “Sorcery, I still can’t believe this is actually happening to us. I mean, I’ll make sure to be there for you like you were for me when we were eight.” “Same goes for me, girl.” For the past couple of days, Lira and Sorcery had continued to be the most popular girls on campus, and no one — and I mean, no one — could touch them. They were way too smart for their own good. Of course, Lira had all them fooled. Even smart as Sorcery was, she was still under the spell of Lira. It was a spell of knowing how to con people and other witches and what not. No matter what, Lira was going to have her way. No matter what, if they didn’t like what she did or had done, she would set them straight. Lira had been thinking about more than just graduation. She was thinking about maybe ditching Sorcery and just going her own separate way. “Oh, dang! Sorcery, I forgot. We need to get those books. Dang! How I could forget that.” “Hey! I can’t blame you for forgetting about the books. Even the smartest witches and mortals tend to forget about even the simplest things. So, don’t let this get to you, Lira. No matter what, you’re the best witch that I’ve ever met. I mean, you’re better than me in every way.” “I think we both are the greatest. We’re going to be the best immortal witches that our planet and planet Earth have ever seen in the history of witchery, and I think everyone’s mouths will drop when they see us in action. I’ll make sure to have your back with anything that our naughty hearts want, but I just wish that we could do the thing they tell us that we are not supposed to do, even though I wouldn’t care what they say.” “And if you do, Lira, you have more balls than a man does. You know you could get in trouble for this because even though we’re out of school, they still could tell us what to do afterward, and you know that, girly. I’m your friend, but I can’t let you get into trouble. I am nerd and want to follow the rules of the game and trade, so I would love to see you behave, but I know you won’t do that at all.” She laughs. Then, she continues, “And knowing you, in the future, you’re probably a bad chick that planet earth has ever did seen. You may become the next ruler of Earth, but I want you to know that you can’t do any dreadful things against our rules. You’ll drive yourself sick. Promise me that, ok, Lira?” “You’re so right about everything. Man, I’m so lucky to have a great friend like you. Sorcery, you mean a lot to me, and I don’t know how to repay you at all.” After getting their black book and immortality, Lira and Sorcery still made the best grades in witch history. They were the best out of all their classmates, teachers, and higher leaders of their planet. They never thought this day would ever come, but their wishes had come true. Now the time had come for their graduation. Everyone showed up for the greatest day for seniors everywhere. Lira and Sorcery were very proud of themselves, knowing they had made it this far in their progress and in their success, but Sorcery wouldn’t know what Lira had up her sleeves till after they landed in New York, New York. She would learn soon enough, so I don’t want to keep running my mouth about it. So, after the graduation, they went to a local bar to celebrate their graduation. “Oh, Lira! We had made it, and I may be drunk and all, but you’re the greatest friend that a witch could wish for. Everyone, listen! I want to make a toast for my main girl, Lira. She made all this a reality for me. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be standing here today. I am a free woman, and, man, I’m dizzy as hell, but other than that, here’s to Lira! Please give a tap on the glass.” Everyone tapped their glasses in honor of Lira. “Thanks, Sorcery, but I have to say that I don’t need to be thanked because it’s the other way around. You made me the witch that I am today, but it’s also a teamwork kind of thing, and you’re a devoted friend. You’re like no other being that I’ve ever known. You’re truly a special friend who I see as a sister.” Sorcery was so happy that she would be that nice to her, but everyone knew Lira from the past and knew that she was up to no good. Everyone also knew that she was using Sorcery. All they packed for their move to New York were their clothes, spell book, and spell items. But they had to look for a place to stay before they could move out on their own. They decided that they would leave the next day. Right when they arrived in New York, they wanted to find something to do. One thing that they learned immediately was that being on Earth meant being in a way different time zone. They were in New York City during the 1940s and 1950s, when gangsters were hot and sinister, and where New York was filled with shiny lights and the greatest, hottest shows. “I’m so glad that we’re out of that stupid school of ours. I want to see if we can find a great male slave and have our single mingle kind of thing. Man, they wouldn’t know what to do with our charm.” “But, Lira, you know we can’t date any mortal, even after graduation. We took a pledge. You know that,” Sorcery said with a worried look upon her face. “Who cares? It’s probably someone we could use as either a slave or a partner in crime. Plus, who knows? This person could be more than just a slave or a partner.” Then there was something going on while the women were in the town square. Everyone was running toward some shopping center. Lira and Sorcery wondered what the screaming was all about. When Lira saw a woman, she yelled out to her, “You, woman, we want to ask you something important. What’s going on?” “Girl, you don’t know that we have a famous formal male model here in our town. Oh, my god! He has the prettiest blue-green eyes that I ever did see. They claim that he’s a bad boy, too. Just wish that I could get a piece of that hotness. He has a greaser kind of look, but really you need to look for yourself.” the strange woman replied while she was walking away, toward him. And there he was, just as sweet as an apple and sour as a lemon. “Of course, I love a man who can be more controlling than I am, and he seemed like such a bad boy as well.” Lira said. And that was what she wanted in a guy with his red hair all slicked back, wearing a leather jacket. He had a baby face, and he was also buff as hell. His name was Jim Woods, a single man, and Lira wanted a man who was like her. He was a real man. “Sorcery, do you think I could get a sexy man like him in my life and make him my slave or work as a team?” “I don’t know, lass. Remember what they said at our school?” They said it at the same time, “We can’t marry or date someone who’s not an immortal like a vampire, witch, or werewolf.” “Yeah, how many times are you going to say that already? Like I said, I truly don’t care. He’s just way too hot to let go. And I don’t want to take him home to my mom or dad, so you better back the fuck off me, ok, Sorcery?” “Yeah, Lira. I got it. Just calm down, ok? It wasn’t all that fucking serious. Geez!” But Lira didn’t realize that she and Jim had a lot in common with each other. She never knew that he had a twin brother named Tony, who was more of a bad boy than he was and who had more of a jealous streak because his twin brother Jim got more women than he did. Jim and Lira started dating right off the bat. It was love at first sight. “So, Jim, you never told me that you were such a bad boy, so what do you really do for a living? I’m a witch, an evil one at that, and I love a guy that can tell another mortal what to do. That really turns me on. I bet you’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” “Well, you can say I am a bad boy,” he said it with a devilish look in his eyes. “I know some magic, as well, my sexy lady. Maybe I can show you what I can do.” “Oh, yeah? I would love to have a slave or two in my collection, if you can catch my drift. Oh, my God! I don’t know what to say, my sexy lover. You’re the man I’ve been waiting for all my immortal life.” Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that Jim and Lira were about forty years apart. She was seventeen, and he was fifty-seven. Age to them truly didn’t matter at all. They still loved each other and loved to make people their slaves, and if they didn’t get what they wanted, they’d just kill them in a horrible way. Afterward, they would chop them into little pieces and eat them. Her longtime friend, Sorcery, didn’t like the new Lira. She knew she was evil but not to the point of going completely insane. Of course, Sorcery now wondered if Lira really had changed or if she had always been this way. “Oh, baby, I love when we rule other mortals. I enjoy doing this with you so much.” “Me, too, my love, and I also love how we kill and eat their bodies when they don’t listen to us. It’s such a turn on, makes me want to do you so much more than ever.” “Oh, my god, Jim. You’re also turning me on, as well. I just want to take your clothes off and take control of you in my bed.” “Damn, Lira! You make me want to marry you so badly. So, Lira, will you marry me, my sexy-ass witch?” “Oh, yes! I do, my sweet. You’re the only one I want to rule this world with. Let’s make it our own, my love, and teach these mortals who’s boss, baby.” Then they passionately kissed each other with a ring of fire surrounding their love and hate. While planning their dark evil wedding in Jim’s home town, New York, New York, USA, Lira’s friend looked at her and asked her, “Lira, do you think he’s the right guy for you? And do you think you’re doing the right thing? I think you’re moving way too fast, and I think he’s using your magic for himself. I know we’re supposed to be evil and all, but I think this is going to go wrong for you. I’m very worried that the school is going to find out somehow.” “I truly don’t think this could ever go wrong in any type of way, and I think I would know if he was using me. I hope you know I have powers that you could never understand. I’m more powerful than you or those dumbass teachers. I want sexy-ass Jim all to myself. I think you’re just jealous just, like his twin brother Tony is. I told you one time that you should go out with one of the mortals because they’re so much better in and out the bed than those lame-ass, evil fuckers, and when I saw Jim for the first time, it was love at first sight. If you have a problem with who I am marrying, then you just must suck it up and deal with it. Be happy that I found someone that I really want and who wants me. For some reason, we have a lot of things in common. Me and him are both evil. We love making people our slaves, and we also love to kill and eat others, if they don’t listen to us.” “Ok, Lira, whatever you say, but I hope it doesn’t work for you at all. I’m being serious about this, but you know what, girl? I’ve had your back since we were in the third grade. I’m the only person you’ve ever could count. I’m the only you can trust. And I’ve always been there if anything goes wrong. But now that I’ve warned you, don’t come to me and ask me to help because I’ll be the one to say that I told your fucking ass so!” This was the first time that they had ever had a fight ever in their lives. “You know what, lass? I’m marrying him. I don’t care what you or those dumb teachers say. He’s mine and I’m his. This is our day to shine and to show you and those dumb teachers what we must offer as a couple. I’m Lira, the hot, sexy, supernatural witch, and I’m proud of it. If you have a problem, then that’s fine by me.” Meanwhile Jim and Tony planned for the wedding also. “So, bro, you’re finally getting married. Man, this means you can’t flirt with no other girl. Ha! Ha! Man, you’re so damn sorry. I can’t believe that you, my famous twin brother, the ladies’ man who has never let anyone stand in his way, letting a girl tie you down to the ground. What kind of spell did she cast to make you think she was the one for you?” Tony said, while shaking his head. He placed his hand was on Jim’s shoulder. “Well, Tony, you have to realize, like you said, I’m a ladies’ man. No woman can resist me, but for some reason, she has something that no other girl had. She did what no other girl could do for me. She turned me on to killing people, eating them, making them our slaves, and something about her makes her just the top queen of them all. She can’t be stopped. She’s just pure evil, and that’s what I want in a woman. She’s just like me but much better. I just can’t believe that I finally have an evil angel in my hands.” “Are you sure that you’re in love with her? Are you sure you’re not just using her for her magic and because she’s an evil witch? But you know what? I’m proud of you, man. I thought I was going to be the one who got a hot girl like that, but you got one that tops them all, man.” “She’s my world, my everything. I mean, she’s so damn sexy. I want her to have my child.” Jim didn’t know that Tony and Sorcery were working together to expose Lira and Jim’s secret to the school, and her planet include their hometown. They wanted to let everyone know that Jim and Lira were going out and planning to get married, but they were trying to wait for the perfect time. They wanted to wait until they had a child or two. Honestly, they never thought it was going to happen because an immortal witch and a mortal slave master had not met and fallen in love in over one thousand years. Like they always say, sometimes love comes in all forms, and you never know where you will find it, even if the two people have different faiths and are different forms of life. Sorcery never thought this would come to the point where she would have to turn her best friend in, but she also felt that Lira was trying to use her as a slave as well. She also didn’t realize that Tony was using her to get back at his twin brother because he wanted Lira and Sorcery for their magic for his own selfish needs. Like I said before hand, Tony was more of a bad boy than his twin brother Jim, and I do mean way worse, so he was trying to trick Sorcery into telling her teachers and the other witches about the relationship. He also wanted to work with her to get them punished for their bad deeds. “My dear Sorcery, we can get them to marry and afterward tell your school about them. Then maybe, just maybe, we can work together and put our brains together and take over this country and maybe the world. How do you feel about that, my dear?” Sorcery used a spell to lift Tony up in the air. While he was in the air, she choked him, gave him an evil stare, and yelled forcefully, “Look. After this, I don’t want to see you again. Do you understand? After this, I don’t want to hear from you ever again!” Then, she threw Tony back down with such force till it almost broke most of his joints. “Damn, girl! What’s your problem? Do you think I was trying to use you or something like that, but you know what? You need my help. Like I said, we can take over this world and make these people our zombie slaves. What do you say? Are you going to just walk away from the best thing that you could ever happen, or are you going to run behind Lira and not get credit for a damn thing? Why not make your journey into this world worth it?” Sorcery stopped for a minute and thought about all the years that she had spent with Lira. She realized that Lira, since she had met Jim, had not spent one minute with her. She also realized that she had no choice but to work with Tony. She wasn’t sure if she should trust him. If you remember, he’d wanted to trick her to gain her power, instead of work as a team. He wanted to get rid of Jim and Lira and make Sorcery his magical slave. He would force her to make him immortal so that he could rule over all of mankind and make everyone his “zombie slaves.”

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hello — welcome to my clinic , i’m dr. casia vincent , casia is just fine . . . no need for the intimidating title , let’s start off with being friends and get more comfortable with each other.

good morning — have you had breakfast ?? no ?? let me make you some , come , sit . don’t be shy !! i like having guests over for a meal !!

good afternoon — have you ever had the pleasure of having afternoon tea in the clearing near here ?? it’s absolutely blissful , enjoying the scenery with a cup of tea and sweet treats , it really refreshes the mind

good evening — the day just flew by , where does the time go ?? there’s still so much to do , but not enough time to do them !! sometimes i wish there were multiples of me . i wonder if that’s possible to do

good night — beauty sleep is real and it’s important for your skin and your health !! it’s no joke , sleeping eight hours will do wonders for your body !!

chat ( idleness ) — hmm . . .i wonder if i might be able to make a wound freezing agent . . . maybe if i mix it with slime condensate . . . interesting . . . i need to look into this more

chat ( traveling ) — it’s hard , but for the sake of gathering materials and finding new resources , it’s worth it in the end . . . plus , i get to see new sights every time !!

chat ( research ) — i’m trying to come up with efficient and easy-to-use potions and remedies for people to use . . . ones that people can easily access and even make themselves for times when doctors cannot be reached

when it rains — goodness , i guess our plans have to be postponed until a later time . . . as much as i enjoy a good dousing of rain , getting sick is not that fun .

when the sun is out — beautiful !! today’s the perfect day to go for a stroll and maybe even a tea break in the forest .

when it’s windy — heavens above , someone must have peeved the lord of wind . . . let us be careful on our way today , it’s hard to tell what sort of things we may come across .

about casia ( schooling ) — i was mostly homeschooled until the age of 16 when my vision appeared . . . that was when my parents and i discussed receiving official schooling to learn how to use my vision properly and to further my knowledge .

about casia ( career ) — i became a doctor , not only because my parents were , but because i also enjoy helping people . . . i want them to be a better version of themselves , it brings me joy to know that i can help people live to the fullest .

about casia ( fashion ) — i always find it so interesting how people dress in different regions . . . i unfortunately have yet to come across those from inazuma and snezhnaya , but i do wish to know how they dress over there , what the current style is like . i wonder if it’s like the trends here .

about us ( potions ) — here , let me teach you how to make this potion without wasting a lot of resources , you’ll thank me later . it’s really simple , come closer .

about us ( plants ) — these plants here are edible , if you’re ever hungry , give them a wash and eat them . it’s not much , but it’s better than starving and running out energy . . . don’t put yourself in danger , even if it’s just some plants , it’ll give you a boost until you can find proper food .

about the vision — a gift ?? i’m not really sure how to explain how i feel , but perhaps it’s a driving factor in wanting to better myself . had i not received a vision , i would not have found myself so driven to use my ability for something and explore the world .

anything to share — i know you already have a companion , but if i may be so bold and ask . . . would you mind if i accompanied you on your next trip ?? i’d be honored if you’d allow me , i promise i won’t be a burden !!

interesting things — if you’re looking for a refreshing tea , take some mint and some sweet flowers , grind them together and steep them in hot water for a few minutes . add a bit of honey and voila , you have a sweet and minty tea that’s good for the palate !! it tastes good cold as well !!

about albedo [ @likepyrite ] — a bold , bold man !! he has definitely swayed my heart with his upfront confession , he has me anticipating to hear and see more from him !! aside from that , i respect him as a fellow alchemist and scholar , i’m often amazed by the work he’s put out .

about vlad [ @dayguard ] — my . . . one night hero ?? people haven’t had the greatest opinions about the fatui , but they are people with feelings . i’m less surprised that a fatui saved me than i am surprised that someone stepped in to help . i hope people understand that the people in the fatui aren’t . . . bad .

about terry [ @spitefulgames ] — a sweet and gentle boy . whoever hurt him and left him in the forest needs to answer for their crimes . he’s been a great help , i just wish he’d stop feeling as if he owes me something . . . i did what i did because i wanted to , not because i was expecting something in return . now . . . the other side of him . . . [ nervous laugh ] i’m not quite sure how to feel about him .

about sucrose [ @naturalisstatera ] — sucrose is hardworking and dedicated , i can see why sir albedo took her on as an apprentice . she’s got a curious nature and is willing to explore . i can’t wait to see what sort of research she brings to the table .

about york [ @warblissed ] — the only person i’ve met that finds being in an emergency room romantic . . . truly , york needs to find a better definition of romantic , or archons save his soul , he’s going to get dumped . . .

more about casia [ i ] — i grew up in a small farming region on the edge of mondstadt , my family has a long history of being physicians and herbologists so we were kind of unofficially dubbed as the local hospital . . . we have many patients from nearby villages come for our help

more about casia [ ii ] — hm ?? why do i keep looking . . . ah . . . you caught me . i’m just appreciating that gentleman’s fine physique , it’s quite a beauty to see . he’s quite handsome too !! what a treat for my tired eyes , i feel absolutely refreshed just by watching him move !!

more about casia [ iii ] — why didn’t i go home after i finished school and opened my own clinic instead ?? well , they have enough help at home already . . . they don’t need me to crowd them . plus , my clinic is now closer to the library at the favonius headquarters so i have access to plenty of reading materials .

hobbies — i enjoy making my own makeup and perfume . . . all natural and in very pretty shades . it’s a huge trial and error process , but that’s the fun in it . some ingredients are harder to acquire , but the result makes it worth it .

troubles — i just can’t seem to find a set of earrings that match this outfit !! and even more , now i have to redo my makeup . . . there’s just not enough time to put together a good looking outfit for the day . . . how upsetting .

favorite foods — i prefer balanced meals , nothing too salty nor spicy nor sweet . . . a meal with dessert !! i’m not picky about food !!

least favorite foods — not picky at all , i’ll eat anything that is edible and filling !!

birthday — oh darling !! it’s your birthday ?? why didn’t you say so ?? come , come . . . i’m gonna get you all dressed up then we’ll have a night in town , everything’s on me tonight !!

feelings about ascension ( intro ) — wow , i didn’t know i could do even more with my powers

feelings about ascension ( building up ) — now i’m giddy to learn what else i can do !! show me more !!

feelings about ascension ( climax ) — so this is what it means to be a better you . . . amazing , i feel like i’m constantly evolving !!

feelings about ascension ( conclusion ) — incredible , just when i thought i knew my abilities , you have shown me a whole new world !! please !! do go on , i wish to learn more !!

battle and exploration

added to party — you won’t regret it !! / i’m excited !!

elemental skill — watch this !!

elemental burst — don’t take your eyes off of me !!

idle — same as chat lines above

dash — watch out for the mud , these shoes are new !!

gliding — oh dear , i really hope this doesn’t mess up my hair

damage — ugh !! how rude !!

knocked out — i was too hasty / i hope i have enough potions to heal

#( trivia. )#( long post. )

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fotiathymos · 4 years ago

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would love to hear the backstory hcs regardless of them being sad or not :0

SIGH.

I wrote a lot and it got eaten by tumblr and I'm upsetti so IDK if this is any good. Also this is just Lio's backstory stuff and his parents. I could do Galo but maybe if anyones interested I will?? And not tonight..

Its sad and its LONG. So just be prepared for that. Its also 2 am so no one will read this anyway so...

tw for parental death, kidnapping, stalking, genocide, government abuse, and if i miss something my apologies

Do note this isn't the end all be all for a Lio back story. I honestly love everyones interpretations. Mine tends to be sad and less cool and edgey I guess? Everyone makes it cooler, I just go.. oh heres some sad mixed with reasons for Lio's mental illness.

DO REALIZE. PLEASE. REAL GENOCIDE IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW IN THE WORLD AND IS NOT COMPARABLE AT ALL TO ANY FICTIONAL 'RACE' LIKE THE BURNISH.

Okay.

Lio's backstory and his parents.

Lio is a powerful burnish. We know that. He has massive control of his flames and a strong connection to the Promare. It is a common theory that he awoken as a Burnish rather young. I share that theory. Lio became burnish around 8-9 years old. Very very young. Most children who become burnish are taken away, hated by the parents or killed/arrested by Freeze Force. Lio was loved very much by his parents.

Like Simon and Nia. Lio's parents were rebels. They grew up in a world where there wasn't any burnish. They witnessed the uprising, the first World Blaze, the oppression of the burnish. They were against it. They were not burnish themselves but they could not just idly sit by and watch people get murdered and kidnapped for something they couldn't control. Lio's parents joined the rebellion quickly.

His father being an inspiring man, friendly, loveable, a leader, and a beacon for the good of all man and Spiral kind. He was fond of pointy glasses, capes and inspirational speeches. His mother was kind, a bad cook but still tried, soft spoken and believes there is good in everyone. Lio got his attitude from his father, his soft spokeness from his mother. And maybe some magical pretty eyes and hair from his mom too.

His parents were anarchists. His father worked in a line of direct action. Fighting and pushing back against the government, rioting, sabotaging government burnish kidnappings, breaking people out of prison, etc. His mother pretended to play 'stay at home mom'. She worked with the community to build unity and strength within. She'd homeschool Lio to make sure he was not fed propaganda that was quickly over taking the education system. She owned a community garden and helped feed everyone. From a young age Lio was surrounded and taught to be kind and help others.

Unfortunately, Lio was an unexpected child in an unexpected time. The activism of his parents cause the young family and the young child to be targets of the government. Considering they werent burnish and no crimes could be found on them, Freeze Force just wanted the annoying pests to be eliminated. But killing a quiet family wouldn't look good on their part. They wanted to scare them out of activism, scare them into obeying the order. Lio became an easy target.

Strange men started to stalk Lio. It was quickly noticed by his parents and caused them to isolate their child from the world. Lio was a lonely kid, he wasn't allowed friends, couldn't go to the park and mostly stayed home with his mother.

One day while playing in the backyard, Lio wandered off. His mother was keeping an eye on him of course, but kids are kids. And Lio was Lio and a rebellious kid. He wandered off into a stranger who was watching him from afar. Waiting for Lio to get far enough away to be grabbed. The stranger threw a bag over Lio's head and desperately tried to throw him into a van. Lio was young and small and scared. He was suddenly covered in flames. Burning both himself and the stranger.

His mother who was already frantically looking for her child, suddenly saw flames appear in her backyard. She grabbed a hose and hosed them down. Only to see her child still on fire. She grabbed Lio, ignoring the burns and ran into the house away from the stranger. After placing Lio in the shower and calming him down, telling him he was safe, she quickly packed bags and left with Lio.

The family moved to a new house quickly. The news never mentioned a man being burned by the burnish, but they couldn't risk anything.

They now had a burnish son, who was lonely, scared, paranoid and burning everything all the time. In their activism the parents grew to understand the burnish struggles and needs. Not to the extent of understanding completely as they were not burnish but they tried. They loved Lio and did everything they could to help him. His father would teach him to control is flames to make objects, from toys to animals to swords. His mother had him help with cooking, control the flames to not burn the food. They served many burned dinners either way. One day they walked in on Lio climbing into the oven while it was turned on. Freaking out, but suddenly realized he was fine. Lio's excuse was he wanted to see the fires.

Lio would talk about how the fire spoke to him. How he needed to burn. It became a common thing of Lio bursting into flames just from laughing too hard or crying or just any emotion being felt a little bit too hard. His father always had a pair of fire proof gloves in his pocket and would pick up Lio and rush him into the shower to cool down. He could burn all he wants in the shower with no water, but if it got too much he was to turn it on and cool off.

The house furniture had scorch marks in Lio's favorite spots. Lio's favorite books needed multiple copies because he'd get so excited from certain parts in the story he'd set the book aflame. He was to watch his mother garden from afar to not burn the plants. Lio learned to make fire that wasn't hot quickly so he could still burn in excitement or joy and not harm his parents or things.

His parents were still activist. Laying low but committed in making the world a better place for their son. His mother stayed home still to teach Lio as he got older. His father would do more secretive work but it'd cause him to not come home for days. They were still being hunted. And possibly even more so since information about their burnish son may be known.

Lio was 12 when he was home, staring into the fireplace, breathing with the flames. His father was out for work. His mother busy in the garden out front. A Freeze Force van pulled up. His mother quickly ran inside. "Lio, go hide. Now." But it was too late. Large men pounded through the front door and threw a bag over Lio's mother's head. Lio screamed for her and burst into flames. He tried to direct them at the men who now had his mother on the floor. But suddenly everything was cold. Lio was shot frozen. And blacked out.

Freeze Force arrested Lio. They told him his parents were killed for treason. Lio was to be experimented on. He never saw them again.

When he finally broke out of prison, he tried to go home. There was a new family in his house. They quickly called the cops on him and Lio ran. Lio was on the run for years. Joining and leaving groups of burnish, being on his own for some years.

When he finally found the Mad Burnish, interacting with others was foreign to him. He managed to connect with Meis and Gueira only. They respected Lio's way of communication, no touching, less talking, more actions, more burning.

Being on the run, with and without the Mad Burnish, made Lio never really have a 'home'. The only one he ever had was taken from him. After the Parnassus events, staying put or settling down wasn't in him. Lio continued to travel with Meis and Gueira to aid other ex burnish around the world. He'd come back to Promepolis every so often to stay in touch with Galo. They'd mostly call and video chat from afar but it was nice to see eachother after all they've been through.

It took Lio over a year to finally discuss his feelings with Galo. And even then, when they finally became romantically involved, Lio requested they 'take it very very slow'. Lio continued to travel and help others but started staying at Galo's apartment more. It took another year for Lio to finally call Galo's apartment... home.

When Lio finally opened up to Galo about what happened when he was younger.. Galo told him how proud Lio's parents would be of him. How he was still so kind, loving and helping others, just like his parents. How proud they'd be knowing Lio saved the world.

Okay! That was sappy and i tried to end it nice??? I didn't proof read this... its 230 am... ive got insomnia so whatever but staring at a screen typing doesnt help nor did tumblr eating this post first and having to rewrite it.

Once again this is just thoughts. I'd love to know what anyone thinks. Ive seen much cooler more actiony backstories of Lios parents being ex mad burnish leaders or something. I just got sad. pft.

Thank you for reading if you got this far!!! Much love!! Hope I didn't make anyone feel horrible. GNIGHT!

#boop answers #boop thoughts #i keep forgeting to tag that stuff #lio backstory thoughts #IM TIRED AND DONE TALKING UH #i hope this wasnt too wild and weird and dark???#Anonymous #boop merps

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winryofresembool · 4 years ago

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Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 6

aka Caleo uni au

Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…

Chapter summary: Calypso gets a makeover.

Characters in this ch: Calypso, Annabeth, Piper, Leo

Words: 3233 (a long one :O)

Genre: romance & hurt/comfort

Warnings: none

previous chapter / next chapter / AO3

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“So, Greek is your native language? That’s so cool!” Annabeth exclaimed as she and Calypso were on their way to a nearby mall to purchase new things for the new semester. “I’ve been trying to learn Ancient Greek just for fun but it’s harder than you’d think, I’m not very good yet.”

“Yeah,” Calypso nodded understandingly. “I’ve been living here since I was about 10 so I’d like to think that my English is fine now – apart from the accent – but it took me half a year to actually start speaking English in the class when I started school here… And I was homeschooled during my high school years so it was hard to maintain the language skills. It’s nice to be able to communicate with other students face to face now,” Calypso said with a sad undertone that Annabeth didn’t miss.

“You were homeschooled?” she asked with surprise. “Any special reason for that?”

Calypso didn’t know what to answer to that. The truth was very hurtful and she hadn’t ever told anyone about it, much less someone she had known less than a week. That’s why she tried to smooth it out as much as she could when she answered: “Um… My father seemed to think it was a safer option than going to a public school.” She shrugged. Annabeth didn’t ask more questions, probably thinking that her answer seemed acceptable.

“Makes sense. I’ve done a lot of studying at home too, mostly because I have ADHD and dyslexia so learning isn’t as easy to me as it is to some.” That information surprised Calypso.

“But… Sorry for the assumption but to me you seem like the type who always wants to be on the top of her class.”

“You guessed right.” Annabeth smiled. “But it hasn’t been an easy road. I have had to try a lot of learning methods before I finally found some that worked for me and made it easier for me to focus. Luckily these days there are a lot of audiobooks and other options for dyslexic learners so… it’s not so bad.”

“Right,” Calypso said. The conversation ended because they had finally arrived at their destination. Calypso had brought very little with her into her new home - just the most essential clothes and other everyday items - so there was plenty she needed. However, she also needed to figure out where to get more money once she was done with the shopping. She had some savings on her bank account thanks to helping her dad with his business (mainly stuff like paying bills and writing emails on his behalf) and because a dead relative had left her some money in her will, but those would only last for a couple of months. She had considered her options and one of them was opening an online shop where she’d sell things she’d herself made, from clothes (she was pretty handy with both knitting and sewing) to decorative objects such as jewellery and ceramic pots. The issue with the latter option was that she had no place to make them; the room she currently had was too small and Leo probably wouldn’t be thrilled if she turned their common area into a workshop.

“So,” she turned to Annabeth as they were checking a display at a bookstore. “This might be a bit of a random question, but do you have to work to pay for your studies?”

“Oh, yeah, I do!” Annabeth answered. “My dad would have helped but we’ve never been that close and I don’t feel it’s fair so I give children art classes and sometimes tutor them in various subjects. It also helps that I live together with my boyfriend so we can split our bills…”

“You said earlier that he’s a swimmer, right?” Calypso remembered from their earlier conversation. “I used to know one who I think is pretty good these days. But I haven’t kept in touch with him for a couple of years.”

“Oh? What’s his name?” Annabeth inquired. “I might know him?”

Calypso was about to answer when she suddenly spotted a couple of people she knew in the crowd outside the bookstore. She inhaled sharply and pulled Annabeth farther from that direction, hiding behind her.

“No, no… that can’t be… how would they know…” she muttered to herself.

“What’s wrong?” Annabeth asked, trying to see what had caused Calypso’s reaction.

“I… just saw some people I don’t want to find me. It’s a long story. But we should go.” Calypso said as quietly as she could, nodding towards the entrance of the mall.

“But we just came here…”

“I’m sorry!” Calypso bit her lip. “I really don’t want him to see me. We can go to some other place.”

“Fine,” Annabeth agreed, still glancing to the direction where the mysterious person had been. “There’s another shopping center nearby.”

Once they were safely outside, she asked: “What was that about?”

“I wish I could tell you but I don’t want you to get involved in this mess…” Calypso said, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. “But this is bad, they might have a clue I’m here… I don’t know what they’d do if…”

“You don’t make any sense now,” Annabeth noted bluntly. “But OK, someone is looking for you and you don’t want them to find you. I know we haven’t known each other long, but you can trust me. I’ll help you out if you need it.”

“Thanks,” Calypso said gratefully. “Right now, the farther I am from those people, the better.”

“What are we waiting for, then?” the blonde girl tugged on her sleeve and started running like a little child. “Let’s go!” she said, smiling as she ran farther from Calypso, and she couldn’t help but follow her.

…

In another shopping center Calypso spotted a hair salon, which gave her an idea. She figured that if she looked different than before escaping her childhood home, the men who worked for her father would have a harder time recognizing her. That meant a new haircut, new clothes, and possibly different kinds of make-up too. She didn’t usually use a lot of products on her face – mascara and lipgloss were her go-to make-up items – but maybe Annabeth would be able to help her with that.

“I… should probably use my money on more important things, but do you happen to know anyone who’d be willing to give me a haircut? And maybe even help with dyeing it?” Calypso asked while looking at the ads on the wall of the hair salon.

“You want to cut it?” Annabeth eyed her long, caramel colored hair that had been braided. “I thought it looks so pretty now.”

Calypso mumbled something about wanting to start kind of from a clean slate in a new place, not wanting to go too deep into her reasons.

“I understand.” The other girl nodded. “As for your question, yes, I happen to know just the person! My friend Piper McLean is quite experienced in that field because one of her sisters is a hairdresser and she taught Piper to cut her hair. She’s helped me sometimes too!”

“Piper?” The name reminded Calypso of something. Then she realized that she had heard Leo mention a girl named Piper the other day. “That is not a very common name here, is it? I mean, I think my flatmate knows someone called Piper too…”

“Now that you mention it, I think it might indeed be the same Piper,” Annabeth realized. “She does talk about Leo sometimes; apparently they are good friends. Somehow I’ve yet to meet him, though.” Calypso from a couple of days ago might have said that Annabeth really hasn’t missed much, but something had changed after the conversation with him the other day. She no longer felt annoyed simply by the mention of his name, and even though she didn’t really want to admit it, there was a part of her that wanted to know more about him. Something bad, apparently related to fire, had happened in his past that he kept inside him, and when Calypso thought about it, she couldn’t help but feel for him… She too had lost a lot. But then she shook her head because now was not the time to get stuck in her past.

“Maybe you will meet him if you come to our flat at some point; he’s home working a lot,” she answered instead.

“Maybe!” Annabeth said enthusiastically. “I’d like to know what all the fuss is about because somehow I seem to have a lot of connections towards him. First my boyfriend, then Piper, and now you too.”

“Small world, huh?” Calypso smiled. Annabeth agreed and after they paid for their purchases she proceeded to call Piper to ask if she’d be willing to help a friend out. Piper had nothing against that. They decided to meet up at Leo and Calypso’s flat in a few hours because it was closer to their current whereabouts than Annabeth and Piper’s homes.

...

About two hours later, Calypso’s wallet was notably lighter, but she had gotten herself a new, pink everyday dress, a jacket, shoes that matched the dress, a light blue shirt, some make-up products (for which she had had to ask the shop assistant’s help) and henna hair dye. She had debated on her color options for a good while, but ended up on the orange-ish because it wasn’t too far from her own hair color (she didn’t want too radical changes when she was dying her hair for the first time) and she also liked using natural, organic products when possible.

“Thanks for coming with me!” Calypso told Annabeth happily when they were finally back at her flat. “You were a big help.”

“No big deal,” Annabeth said back. “I’m always happy to help a friend. Not that you needed it a lot.”

“I meant more than just shopping wise,” Calypso said, looking down at her feet. “I don’t know how I would have reacted if I had been alone when…”

Annabeth understood she was referring to the strangers who had frightened her.

“You still don’t want to talk about that?” she asked carefully.

“I’d rather not,” Calypso shook her head. “It’s… a part of my life that I’m trying to leave behind me.”

Annabeth narrowed her eyes. “Can I ask you one question, though? You know those guys and they know you? And they’re searching for you?”

“I… I don’t know what they were really doing here. It could have been a total coincidence. I mean, only you knew we were going to be at that mall so it feels impossible that they would have known…” Calypso rubbed her forehead tiredly.

“You’re not trying to run away from the police or anything? Sorry, I just had to ask.”

“No, no!” Calypso lifted her hands in front of her defensively. “They are from my dad’s company… it’s complicated.”

That was Annabeth’s cue to stop asking more questions. She figured that Calypso would tell her with time if she let it be. The atmosphere started getting a bit awkward so both of the girls were relieved when Annabeth’s phone rang and Piper announced she was waiting at the front door. Calypso let her in.

“So you’re the famous Calypso!” she exclaimed the moment she saw her.

“Famous?” Calypso asked, her eyebrows raising.

“I just meant that Leo has talked quite a lot about you,” she grinned cheekily. Calypso couldn’t help but notice that the girl was very pretty, with mysterious multicolored eyes and brown hair that suited her even though it was cut unevenly. She secretly hoped that she had made it look like that on purpose and it didn’t show her real hair cutting skills.

“He has?” Calypso asked. “I bet he’s said nothing good about me…”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Piper replied, “he may seem a bit rude on the surface but I promise that he’s actually much nicer than what he looks like. Just awkward around new people. So, no, he hasn’t said anything that would make me hate you.”

“That’s a relief, especially since you’re supposed to use the scissors near me soon,” Calypso attempted to joke and to her relief Piper laughed at it.

“Anyways, as I’m sure you already know, I’m Piper.” She shook Calypso’s hand. “I hope you don’t mind me coming into your flat even though we are just meeting right now.”

“Oh, no problem!” Calypso reassured her. “I trust Annabeth’s judgement on friends.”

“Not Leo’s, though?” The corner of Piper’s mouth raised with amusement.

“Uh…” Calypso rubbed her neck. “We’ve had a slightly weird start but I think we have made a bit of progress in the past few days, though.”

“So he has talked to you like he promised?” Piper asked.

“Well, however you take it. The fire alarm started acting up yesterday and he fixed it. And I did learn some new things about him meanwhile,” Calypso confessed.

“Such as?”

“Either he’s really afraid of the voice of the fire alarm… or then the thing that causes it,” Calypso said vaguely, trying to see from Piper’s reaction if she knew something she didn’t.

“His home burned when he was a child,” Piper revealed. “He was only 8. It was pretty traumatizing for him so you’d probably do well if you didn’t ask about it. He’ll tell you more when he’s ready.”

Calypso could relate to that feeling because she had literally only moments before told Annabeth that she wasn’t ready to talk about her background.

“He mentioned something about a fire the other day but he was pretty vague about it… But anyway, that explains why he wasn’t thrilled when I was going to use the matches…” Calypso noted and the other two hummed in agreement. To lighten the mood, Piper decided to change the subject:

“Anyway, I believe I came here for a makeover, so maybe we should get started!” she said happily, gesturing towards the items she brought.

…

A couple of hours later, Piper had performed her magic and Calypso looked almost like a different person. Her hair, which used to reach her bottom, was now shoulder length and orange-ish instead of caramel blonde. Piper would have agreed to cut a fringe as well, but Calypso refused. The brunette was also a rather skilled make-up artist (she didn’t wear a lot of make-up herself, but her mother was extremely enthusiastic about all things beauty related and had taught her from a young age. Piper claimed she’d be proud if she saw her now) and she taught Calypso some simple tricks to do her everyday make-up. Turned out she didn’t need much: her skin was naturally smooth and her eyelashes long and dark. To complete the look, Calypso put on her new dress, and the other two girls cheered when she showed them it.

“I’d say mission successful!” Piper exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Even my mom would approve.”

“You think so?” Calypso asked shyly, still trying to get used to her new look.

“Definitely,” Annabeth agreed as well.

“Can I offer you something as a thanks?” Calypso suggested. “Coffee? Tea? Juice? I think I have some pie left from the other day as well unless Leo has stolen it…”

“Tea sounds good,” Piper nodded approvingly and the girls moved into the common area.

“Leo doesn’t seem to be home?” she asked Calypso when she started boiling the tea water. “And here I thought he’s always here building something.”

“I think he mentioned something about a sparring session…” Calypso shrugged. “I didn’t ask more about that.”

“Oh yeah, sometimes he and Jason and a couple of other friends do that but I know Jason wasn’t going to go anywhere today, he has a deadline for an assignment…”

The girls were still wondering the mystery of Leo’s whereabouts when keys started clinging by the front door and soon it opened. A smile spread on Leo’s face when he recognized Piper who sat on the kitchen counter.

“Speaking of the devil, there he is,” the brunette stated before Leo had time to say anything, making the boy confused.

“Pipes, what are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“I was with Calypso and Annabeth, duh,” she answered, gesturing at the two girls that Leo hadn’t noticed until that moment.

“I didn’t know you knew Calypso,” Leo stated before turning his attention properly to the two other girls. First he nodded at Annabeth who was sitting by the dining table and started introducing himself: “Hi, I’m Le...wow”

“What?” Annabeth snorted but didn’t get a reply because Leo had finally noticed that his flatmate looked very different from before. In a good way.

Calypso was frozen in her spot with a teapot in her hand, blushing when she felt Leo’s stare at her. But Leo didn’t notice that. He noticed how the make-up brought out her almond shaped eyes (Leo wondered how he had never noticed before that they were so dark brown that they almost looked black), how the dress she was wearing reminded him of one his mom had worn often during the holidays, and how the short hair curled cutely from the ends, tickling her jaw a bit. If he was honest with himself (which he tried hard not to be), he had previously thought she couldn’t possibly be prettier than she already was, but clearly he had been proven wrong. He had to bite his lip to not curse out loud (because he would NOT have a crush on his flatmate).

“Well? What do you think?” Piper asked when the silence that had fallen into the room was about to get awkward. “We had a small makeover here.”

“I… uh… she looks… good?” Leo stammered, feeling the heat rise all the way to his ears. In reality, he had to gather all his willpower to stop himself from using all the extravagant words he often used to describe his work (usually as a joke). Because he did like what he saw, he couldn’t deny that no matter what.

“Good? Calypso, his ears say otherwise. I’ve never seen them that red.” Piper teased.

“Shut it, Beauty Queen. “ Leo mustered the most burning expression he was capable of making.

Piper didn’t care. “Just so you know, Calypso, he’s used that name as a joke since we learned to know each other, so don’t think that he thinks of me that way. I have a boyfriend.” Calypso smiled at her awkwardly.

“Yeah, and sometimes I don’t get why Jason stands you. Estas loca.” Leo shook his head before withdrawing into his own room.

“Aww, he goes for Spanish when he’s nervous, Cal. I think you really made quite an impression,” Piper laughed, not caring about Leo’s reaction.

“Was that necessary, though?” Calypso asked, feeling almost as flustered as Leo a moment before.

“Don’t worry about it. We just like to make fun of him.” Piper shrugged. “He won’t be mad long.”

“But…” Calypso started, not knowing what to make of Leo’s reaction. Had he really liked her new look? Why had he gotten so flustered? Finally, she decided she must have been overthinking it. “Uh, never mind. Anyway, thanks for the help, Piper. What do I owe you for this?”

“Nothing. But please invite me over more often. I think we are gonna have fun together!”

#caleo #leo valdez #calypso #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo #my fics #caleo uni au #let me know what you think!

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give-seconds · 5 years ago

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Back To You

Summary: You and Mark are all each other have, he’s easily the most important person to you. But something happens and you both are slowly separated, so you work your hardest to be accepted into a college in Korea so you can find your way back to a home with him again.

Masterlist | Main Masterlist

---Part 3

“Apparently the buddy program gives us coupons to all these places. So tomorrow, he’s taking me on a tour of the city. He even agreed to take me to visit someone” you tell Jaemin as you stack your empty dinner plates on your tray.

It was only 4:30 in the afternoon, but Jaemin agreed to get an early dinner with you. It was his idea in the first place, his reason being that ‘it is way past your bedtime back home.’

He pouts “Why do you get all the good stuff? I’m not from around here, why doesn’t some cute boy take me around the city?”

“I never said he was cute.”

“Is he?”

You avert your eyes and focus on straightening out the dishes on your tray “I don’t know, I guess so. He wasn’t bad looking.”

Jaemin nods his head “So he is cute, good to know, good to know.”

“And what does it matter that he’s good looking?”

“Nothing.” he stuffs his last bit of meat into his mouth. “I just want to know where your cute friend is taking you. Do you have family nearby?”

You roll your eyes. “Not exactly family, just someone who I grew up with. We lost contact a little after he moved here, so I wanted to stop by his house. He’s why I chose this school.”

Jaemin’s eyebrows furrow slightly and he starts stacking his dishes “It isn’t my place to tell you what to do, but was that the best idea? I am all on board for you to find him, but you’re risking your future for him. What if you didn’t like it here, do you even like it so far from home?”

You smile at him. “Thank you for worrying. But I’m a foster kid, I don’t have any family back home. Mark, the boy I’m looking for, is as close to family as I have. He is my everything, and I have worked too hard to get here to turn back now. I miss him too much to turn back.”

He nods his head, picking up both his and your tray “Well, how about this. I’ll go return these and one the way back to the dorms, you tell me about him. Sound good?”

You smile up at him. “That sounds great, thank you.”

“No problem, I’ll be right back.”

You lean back in your chair as you watch him walk to the designated tray return. This will be the first person you talk about Mark to who isn’t your therapist, you haven’t even thought about your shared memories in detail in a long time.

“I want to change the story I get for taking your tray,” Jaemin starts as you walk to the dorms. “And before you yell at me, you can still talk about him as much as you want. But I want to get to know you through this story too, so be sure to explain why it’s fun or important to you.”

“Okay, then I get to hear your story sometime. I can get to know you, you get to know me.”

He nods his head, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets. “Deal.”

“Mhm, I guess I should start by saying that I’m a foster kid. That’s where I met Mark, well, kind of anyway.”

“I am just going to interrupt once, so don’t yell at me. But how do you know the word ‘foster’ and not the word ‘dramatic’?”

“Jaemin, why must you make fun of me when I’m telling you about my life?” you whine, stomping your feet slightly.

“I’m not making fun, it’s an honest question,” he laughs.

“I know it because the word foster was one of the first words I was taught, and it was something I used whenever I talked to my teacher about one of my foster parents for speaking practice. But dramatic was something I was taught once and didn’t bother to remember. Happy?”

He nods his head, grinning. “Very. You can continue.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Thanks. Anyways, I’ve been in foster care since I was 15. But I met Mark before then, we spent a lot of time together. He and I were homeschooled, so we were each other's only friends. We only got to go to public school together for one year, but in that year he was my only friend then too. I think it was the same for him too.”

“Anyways, the fun stuff is before I was in foster care. Like one time, Mark tried to make us breakfast. I had been complaining how I was sick of feeding him, especially with how picky he is,” you scrunch your nose and do your best impression of his voice “‘it’s not salty enough’ ‘it’s too sweet’ ‘why does it look like that?’”

Jaemin laughs at your impressions, and you let out an exasperated sigh “I’m not kidding, he was near impossible to feed. But one day, he just decided he was gonna cook for himself. ‘I’ll prove you wrong’ he said. And prove me wrong he did, he was way worse than expected.”

You laugh at the memory “First, he wasted five eggs trying to make a good fried egg before deciding to just make,” you press your lips together and turn to Jaemin “I don’t know what they’re called in Korean, but do you know scrambled eggs?”

“Scrambled eggs?” he repeats.

“Yeah, you know, you mix them,” you explain, moving your hands to try and mimic a mixing motion.

“Ah, scrambled egg?”

“I’ll take your word for it. But anyways, that’s what he made instead of his fried egg. But of course, he forgot to put enough oil into the pan. So they burnt. But it was okay, because some of it was okay looking. Until he added the salt. This man put so much salt on his eggs, it took everything for me not to stop him.”

Jaemin snorts. “I’m not the best cook, but I at least know that you need to be careful with your salt.”

“Exactly! And I remember he looked at me like he knew what he was doing, like he had proved me wrong. I cannot explain to you the joy I felt watching him spit it out and look at the plate with such disappointment.” you smile as the image of Mark’s smug smile is wiped from his face due to his salty eggs flashes through your mind. “He was not happy that I had beat him, well until I reminded him he is better than me in any other way.”

“It became my comfort food,” you say, fondly smiling at all the times Mark had made you eggs.

“Salty eggs?” Jaemin asks, scrunching his nose in disgust.

“No, not exactly,” you laugh. “The comfort came from watching Mark try and make eggs. We made a rule that we would eat the first batch he made no matter what. So the comfort comes from all the memories of trying to eat eggs that were burnt or salty or had too much pepper. It felt safe and like I had someone who cared about me.”

Jaemin turns his head to look at you, smiling fondly at the way you’re opening up to him. Sure, you aren’t telling him dark secrets, but you’re telling him something that’s important to you. He doesn't have any friends back home to use as a reference for how fast it should take for these kinds of memories to be shared, he just hopes you don’t think he’s weird for wanting to know so much about you.

“And as a result, do you just make horrible eggs when you’re sad?”

You smile, wacking his shoulder. “No, not anymore anyway. When his family moved here, I tried making them for myself once and it wasn’t the same. Maybe once I find him again, he can make me some again. Maybe he’s gotten better,” you mumble, trailing off at the end.

“When did he move?”

“The summer before my 10th year, his 11th. But his parents were born in Korea but moved to Canada when they were adults, and I guess they wanted to move back to Korea. It sounds really stupid to say, but I think they moved here to get Mark away from me,” you laugh to try and seem like it didn’t bother you. “His family hated me, probably still do, and figured this was the last place I’d follow them to.”

“I’m sure they didn’t hate you, you seem like you would be a good kid.”

“I don’t think it was me they hated, more like what I reminded them of. It’s a long story that I’ve never told anyone, and the only people who know are my foster parents, his parents, and Mark and me.”

“And you-"

"And before you try and offer me some kind of something, just know that I don't need you to say anything. I already know that I don't need to tell anyone anything that I'm not ready to tell. You just said you wanted to get to know me and this is a part of me."

Jaemin laughs. "Get that a lot then?"

"You have no idea, people always think I think that I need to tell them something. But they want to look like a caring person so they say things like 'you don't need to tell me if you don't want' or 'tell me as little or as much as you want.' I don't think they actually think I'll take them up on the offer. It gets annoying after the fifth random person asks you to tell them something," you complain.

"Fair enough, I think you might be the dramatic one here, not me."

"Dramatic?"

Jaemin sighs heavily "Never mind."

Korea, Day 1

Hey Mark, so I’m starting this back up. I feel like this is a good time to start writing again, I need this. I guess with coming so close to you, there are a lot of doubts too.

I told Jaemin about some of our memories, obviously the ones before I was put into foster care and we were separated. I told him about us taking Korean together and how you moved, but I mostly told him the good stuff. I know that I probably shouldn’t be able to look back at those memories so fondly, but I can’t help it. I miss us, I miss calling you my brother. And I know what my dad did was wrong, but I’m so glad it brought us together. I remember the first night we spent at the Lee’s, they had everything ready for you. They had set up that nice room, cleaned the house, they even bought you some clothes!

I’m also not dumb, I know your family hates me. John probably hates me the most because I ‘stole’ his brother from him. I remember how they looked at me that day, they definitely didn’t want me there. That dinner was probably the most awkward thing I will ever have to sit through, no one knew what to say. That was very different from the dinners we had, there would always be something to talk about. Even when I felt you were drifting away from me, the dinners were always pleasant.

I guess the point of this entry is to say that I hope you don’t hate me. I hope John and your parents haven’t made you think badly in the years we lost contact. But even if they have tainted you in some way, I think it’ll be okay. You can’t erase 12 years of friendship, no matter how hard you try.

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erics-meep-morps · 4 years ago

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“Why So Blue” Alternate Ending

Partly inspired by this comic

“You’ve wasted enough of our time. Ahem, let’s get back to it shall we,” Mean Lapis said smugly. Her and her partner Nice Lapis took off and restarted their terraforming of the planet.

Lapis’s anger began to rise. Despite her best efforts to win them over in a peaceful way they insulted her and were damaging the planet for no reason other than enjoyment. “That’s it! I’ve had enough of you two,” Lapis shouted in anger.

“Wait, we agreed we wouldn’t fight,” Steven said.

“If we had done it my way we would’ve been finished from the-,” Lapis was saying but was interrupted by Steven gently taking her hand.

“You said you were tired of the fighting, right,” Steven asked calmly.

Lapis sighed, and she started to calm down. “Yeah..., but what are we going to do? We need to think of something fast before they terraform this whole planet.”

Steven had an anxious look on his face. “I have a plan but... I’m not sure you’ll like it,” he said and then whispered into Lapis’s ear.

Lapis thought for a moment and then nodded. “I’ll do it. We can do it, together,” Lapis said in a determined voice.

Steven smiled and nodded.

As the Lapis Duo was terraforming they were interrupted by a bright flash and turned to see what it was. “Who’s that,” Mean Lapis asked in confusion.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Aqua Quartz,” the fusion of Lapis and Steven said before taking off towards the Lapis Duo.

“Hey, we aren’t afraid of fighting a twerp and a dull Lapis who’s lost her way,” Mean Lapis said.

“No fighting for us. You two just need a timeout,” Aqua Quartz smugly said and with a flick of their hands two bubbles formed around the Lapis Duo. They tried to break free but couldn’t. Mean Lapis hit the bubble as hard as she could but it didn’t do anything. “I thought you said fusion was a prison,” she asked in confusion.

“Not when it’s with your friend,” Aqua Quartz responded with a smile, feeling joyful and love for themself.

Mean Lapis grunted. “You can’t keep us in here forever,” she said angrily.

“True, but what I can do is take you two away from here so this planet and its organic life can recover,” Aqua Quartz said and took them to the warp pad. They warped to Little Homeworld where it was night time.

“Oh great, more organic garbage,” Mean Lapis said in disgust.

“Look, let’s just agree not to terraform anymore. They’re just going to keep lecturing us until we agree,” Nice Lapis said.

“Well then as soon as they free us I’m going back to terraforming,” Mean Lapis responded.

Aqua Quartz sighed. They knew Nice Lapis was starting to open her mind, but Mean Lapis wasn’t budging. There had to be something Mean Lapis would like as a replacement for terraforming. A lot of the gems at Little Homeschool had found jobs that were related to their skills, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find something for Mean Lapis.

“What is this place anyway,” Nice Lapis asked curiously.

“Oh, this is Little Homeworld! Some gems live here and we teach them about various topics so they can adjust to a new and free way of life,” Aqua Quartz explained.

“Hmm, interesting,” Nice Lapis said as she looked around at the buildings.

“You’re actually interested in this place,” Mean Lapis asked Nice Lapis with a judgmental look.

“I don’t know, I mean... it could be fun to try new things,” Nice Lapis said.

Aqua Quartz snapped their fingers and the bubble containing Nice Lapis popped. “Welcome to Earth and Little Homeworld,” the fusion said with a smile.

Nice Lapis shyly smiled back, while Mean Lapis was disgusted with her now former partner. “I can’t believe you,” Mean Lapis said to Nice Lapis.

“Look, you don’t have to try Little Homeworld if you really don’t want to. Every gem is free to do whatever as long as it’s not hurting anyone,” Aqua Quartz said, both Steven and Lapis doing their best to stay patient.

“There has to be something here where you can use your terraforming or water skills for good,” Nice Lapis said.

In Aqua Quartz’s subconscious Steven had an idea. It wasn’t the greatest solution, but it could be a compromise to make everyone mostly happy. Telling Lapis the idea, she nodded and they popped Mean Lapis’s bubble. They then unfused and Steven walked up to Mean Lapis. “This isn’t the best suggestion since you would still be kind of harming the planet, but at least it wouldn’t be pointlessly terraforming a planet for fun. You could assist with mining minerals on Earth. Instead of needing huge machines to dig out minerals you can cut through ground in no time. Would you... be interested,” Steven asked hesitantly.

Mean Lapis thought for a moment. “Okay,” she simply responded.

“R- really? Great! See, I knew we could come to an agreement,” Steven said proudly.

(A few months later.)

While Nice Lapis stayed at Little Homeworld, Mean Lapis found work mining iron ore in the Northland. She enjoyed doing it, and even though it was still kind of terraforming, at least it was useful.

“So... you do realize she can’t do this forever, right,” Lapis asked Steven as they looked from a bird’s eye view of one of the open pit mines Mean Lapis had done all by herself.

“Yeah... but when that time comes we’ll figure something else out,” Steven responded.

Lapis chuckled. “Fair enough.”

Mean Lapis noticed the pair and flew up to them. “Impressed,” she asked with a smug smile.

Steven chuckled. “Yeah, it’s uh... pretty amazing,” Steven said and rubbed the back of his neck.

“It feels so good to be terraforming, and now it isn’t pointless like before! So uh... I guess I should say thank you,” Mean Lapis said shyly.

“Of course,” Steven said with a genuine smile.

“If you ever want to try something else just let us know. You know where to find us,” Lapis said.

“Eh, maybe, but I’m having fun doing this. See you around,” Mean Lapis said with a wave and continued with her mining.

Lapis and Steven chuckled and waved as Mean Lapis flew back down to her work.

#lapis lazuli #steven universe #beach summer fun buddies #why so blue #mean lapis #nice lapis #su future #fanfic #thanks for reading!

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junie-bugg · 5 years ago

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Prospects and Propriety - Chapter Two

Summary: Everlark Jane Austen AU

Katniss Everdeen and her younger sister Prim are the adopted daughters of Mr. Haymitch Abernathy, a wealthy man with no biological heirs. By the rules of Panem society, an older sibling must be married before the younger can wed. In a time when women have no means of making their own living, marriage is the only way for Katniss to save her sister from destitution and set her up for a happy marriage of her own. Katniss sets her sights on Mr. Gale Hawthorne, a wealthy man who just moved to Whitley and who seems to have his eye on her. But what of the poor baker’s boy who once took a beating to save her life?

Read here on Tumblr or on my AO3 account: izzacrosswriting

Warning: I do plan on this series getting a lil smutty. There will be graphic depictions of violence, sex, and possibly death. I’m still working everything out:)

Nature ambiance(s):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZ9uyQI3pF0&t=1694s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUjUhZ1Yy7Y

Music:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQbx-OkfN-M

(If you want to listen to this song on Spotify it's called Symphony No.5 in C Sharp Minor: 4. Adagietto (Sehr Iangsam))

Word Count: 3125

Chapter Two

Prim and I have the next day off of lessons. We’ve been homeschooled ever since we came to live with Haymitch, but the weekends are saved purely for whatever we see fit to fill them with. For me, that’s mostly hunting and being out in the woods, unless the weather is bad, and sometimes not even then.

If I decide to stay at home I usually lounge around with a book and see what Prim is up to. It’s mostly knitting, dress-up, or playing with the ugly cat Haymitch let her keep a few years back. Prim named him Buttercup, claiming that his matted, ruddy coat matched the bright yellow of the flowers she so adored. I had wanted to drown the thing in a bucket when we caught him stealing scraps from the kitchen, but Haymitch had laughed, even picked the thing up by the scruff of his neck and shook him around.

“Look at this little guy, sweetheart. He’s a survivor. We can’t kill him!” He had placed the dirty, mewling kitten into Prim’s arms and the thing had hissed at me. I was worried he’d give Prim some kind of disease but he never did. I don’t feel gratitude towards him though. Only suspicion. It could still happen.

When I want to be alone I go to my greenhouse. Really it’s Prim’s and my greenhouse, but ever since she found maggots in the compost pile nearly two years ago, she hasn’t stepped foot in there. The greenhouse is small, maybe a third the size of my bedroom, but it’s peaceful. Especially when it storms and I can hear every hollow beat of the raindrops on its glass roof. It’s situated on the edge of the grounds by the tree line that morphs into the large forested hill behind Victor Greene, Haymitch’s estate. Over the years I’ve planted herbs and flowers and medicinal plants I’ve found on my journeys into the woods. The plants do well here in the rows of dark soil I’ve fortified with compost and fertilizer. The whole place smells of earthy rot and there’s something about how sunlight scatters lazily through the frosted windows that calms me. There’s a nook on the far side of the greenhouse, past all the plants, where I’ve scattered some quilts and pillows on a wide triangular window ledge. It’s a perfect place to read or sleep. Or sing.

This is the only place where I let myself sing. I don’t even do it in the woods, always afraid someone else taking a stroll will hear me or that I’ll scare away game. Ever since Prim and I were placed under Haymitch’s care, really ever since our dad died, I refuse to sing in front of others. Maybe it’s because I’m shy and I don’t like people listening to my voice swelling and breaking on the high notes. Or maybe I’m lying to myself and I don’t sing in front of others because it’s too painful to remember a time when my life was filled with music. Mountain aires and lullabies and love songs, all sung by my father. I guess I don’t like breaking apart when there’s an audience. But when I’m alone I can shatter beneath the notes for a time, before I’m needed back up at the house.

Today, however, instead of knitting or playing hide and seek in the gardens, Prim has informed me she wants to walk to the village. “You need new ribbons for the ball!” She squeaks as I button up her light pink dress from behind. We have servants available who help us dress or bathe or brush our hair but I always like helping Prim myself. She looks like a tiny little princess with her frilly dress and her curls pulled back with a pearl white ribbon. In contrast, I look plain in a forest green frock and my light brown shawl.

“I told you, Prim. I’m not going.” I struggle with the last button. Prim has been going through a growth spurt and soon she’ll be too big for this dress. I feel sad, watching my little sister growing up so fast.

“I heard Mrs. Winthrop and Ms. Trinket talking and they said you had to go,” She’s grinning so hard I can see the slight gap between her two front teeth. “Because Mr. Hawthorne is going to be there.”

Ah, yes. My supposed husband-to-be. So even Prim has heard about Ms. Trinkets’ ridiculous arrangements. A man with that much money has his pick of the litter when it comes to choosing brides. I’m not ugly, but I’m no exquisite beauty either. Not like some of the girls I see around Whitley. I have no fortune of my own, really no status either besides being Haymitch’s ward and that will go up in smoke the second he dies. Most likely Mr. Hawthorne will look right through me and move on. But the news that I’m being forced to attend the public ball worries me. The whole village will be there. Including him. The baker’s boy.

Maybe some new ribbons aren’t such a bad idea.

We turn down an offer for the carriage and instead walk along the main road into Whitley. My boots have barely brushed the cobblestone sidewalks when Prim is dragging me into the seamstresses’ shop. The dressmaker, Cinna Ludgate, and the tailor, I think her name is Portia Peever, both turn to welcome us. Prim tells Mr. Ludgate about my need for new ribbons and in a flash he pulls down the display from the ceiling, winking at me as he walks back to the counter.

There are so many to choose from. Streams of all colors flutter between my outstretched fingertips like butterfly’s wings. I see ribbons of frilly lace, satin, velvet, and even silk. My eyes land on a simple, white cloth ribbon with a delicate embroidered lavender pattern. I hold it up for Prim’s inspection and she declares I have to buy two in case I manage to get one dirty before the ball.

I’ve just handed Mrs. Peever the money for the ribbons when the bell over the door rings. In walks Ms. Delly Cartright, one of Prim’s closest friends, and her older sister, Ms. Marianne Cartright. Their father is the village shoemaker, so they’re well known and well-liked by almost everybody. Delly is Prim’s age which gives them plenty to talk about. Prim grabs a hold of Delly and begins showing her the latest shipment of buttons Mr. Ludgate has displayed.

Marianne is one year younger than me but we’ve never exchanged more than simple pleasantries. I dread small talk but from my personal experience, a trip into town wouldn’t be deemed official without at least one awkward encounter.

“Are you coming to the ball, Ms. Everdeen? You missed the last one,” Marianne asks. She’s absolutely gorgeous, with big, blue doe eyes and a pouty mouth. Her nose is small and her figure slender. She is what they call a “country belle” in Town. I know at least five love songs written about girls like her. I expect in a few years Prim will grow to be one herself.

“The dancing was splendid. I do hope you’re coming next week,” She continues.

I hold up my ribbons in response. “My tutor Ms. Trinket won’t let me miss it.” I force my mouth into a smile.

“Oh,” Marianne’s eyes have settled on my ribbons. They’re probably a tad dull for her taste seeing as there were velvets and silks to choose from, but I like the simple flower design. The white cloth paired with the purple and green thread looks pretty. “Well, as my darling mother always says: simple never goes out of style.” She smiles up at me but the warmth doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “My sister and I are here for my dress fitting. I can’t wait to show everyone what Mr. Ludgate made me for the ball. It’s a custom piece!” She practically squeals. I nod and bid her goodbye, waving Prim over so we can leave. I breathe a sigh of relief as we exit the shop. I hate girl talk.

With our main objective for coming to Whitley carried out, my feet automatically turn towards home, but Prim has other ideas. “Can we look at the cakes, Katniss?” She begs. She’s like a little puppy. I can’t refuse, though I grow more anxious with every step closer to the bakery we get.

I know what this is. A look at the cakes in the window leads to Prim asking to go inside. It’s happened before and I’ve been lucky enough to avoid him. He works alongside his parents and two older brothers anyway. What are the chances that he’ll be manning the counter and not the ovens in the back?

Prim pulls me through the bakery doors and runs to press her face against the display case. I hear a call of “I’ll be right there!” from the back, followed by a grunt and the shuffling of boxes. I join Prim and am just starting to admire the selection of pastries when I hear a quiet gasp and look up.

It's him. The baker’s youngest son. I don't know him by name but I remember him. Of course, I remember him. I can almost feel the icy sheets of rain and the hollow numbness of hunger from that horrible day as I meet his gaze.

Our father had died three months earlier. He had been a poor wheat farmer but the income from the harvest was enough to support a small household. My mother traded plants and home remedies to supplement what our empty pockets couldn’t buy. One winter, my father had been kicked in the head by his horse. My mother did everything she could but even as young as I was, I knew he had died before he hit the ground. After that my mother stopped eating. She just sat in bed and stared at the walls while her children turned to skin and bone. I did everything to try and rouse her but it was no use. With our father dead so too was her will to live.

At eleven I became the sole provider of the family. I ventured into town alone to sell that damn horse, some old jewelry, and even dresses of my mother’s from her merchant days, but the money ran out quickly and there was more to buy than food. Our hearth sat cold, unused, and wanting of wood, and we resorted to rubbing ourselves raw to keep warm. We stopped attending school in the village, afraid that a teacher would see how hollow we were becoming and would whisk us away to the orphanage. I had seen orphans in the schoolyard, their faces empty and their shoulders slumped in defeat. I would never let that happen to Prim.

We had eaten nothing but dried mint leaves in water for three days before I decided to try selling some of Prim’s old baby clothes in town. The clothes were threadbare and faded so nobody had wanted them. My arms were shaking so violently from cold and malnourishment that I ended up dropping them in a puddle. I decided to leave them there, afraid that if I bent over I wouldn’t be able to get back up.

I found myself stumbling around behind a row of brick buildings. The rain had started and I was soaked to the bone. The smell of baking bread carried over the frigid air and I realized I was behind the bakery. The back door was open and I stood, trancelike, basking in the warm glow of the ovens before a thought floated through my foggy head. Maybe they had food scraps in their trash. A crust of bread or rotting vegetables, something only my family was desperate enough to eat. I lifted the tops off of the bins and my hopes died when I saw that their insides were heartbreakingly bare.

Suddenly, I heard a woman screeching. It was the baker’s wife. She spat remarks about how she was sick of people going through her trash bins and if I didn’t leave she would call law enforcement. As I dropped the lids and backed away I saw a boy peeking out from behind his mother’s skirts. I recognized him from school but we had never talked.

With my final hope gone I slumped against a scrubby little apple tree in their yard. My knees buckled and I slipped down into the mud. I would rather die than go home empty-handed to Prim’s gaunt face and my mother’s sickly, unblinking eyes.

I heard a commotion from the bakery and then the ring of metal on flesh.

“Feed it to the pigs you worthless creature! No one decent will buy burnt bread!” The witch screeched. There was the boy again, come out the back door clutching two blackened loaves. A bright red mark shone on his cheek and my heart twisted when I realized his mother must have hit him. He looked between me and the pigpen, and then glanced back towards the door. His mother must have gone up to front to serve a customer because then I heard him sloshing his way through puddles to get to me.

“Take them!” He urged, pressing the loaves into my skeletal hands. “Take them! Go!” As quickly as he came he was gone, back into the kitchens. I watched him disappear. As he closed the door only then did I realize what he had done for me.

Two loaves of bread! And they weren’t even that burned, really only the crusts had been damaged. I quickly pressed them to the skin under my shirt and hurried home. The searing heat from the loaves roused something within me. I couldn’t die. Not when I had Prim to take care of.

I dropped the loaves on the table and stopped my sister from savagely tearing a chunk off for herself. I sat her down, forced our mother to join us, and then began scraping off the blackened bits. That night we feasted on two slices of bread each, afraid so much food might make us sick. The loaves were hearty, filled with nuts and bits of cranberry. I had never tasted anything so good in my entire life.

As I predicted, it was a teacher that found out about our situation. Upon our absence at school, she had come looking for us and found Prim and I living in squalor with a mother that was too sick to care. I thought that was it, that we were to be sent to the orphanage now and our mother taken away to an institution. But a man by the name of Haymitch Abernathy, wealthy and lacking a family of his own, intervened. He had heard of our misfortunes from hushed gossip around the village and had petitioned to adopt us. Our mother was eventually sent to an institution by the sea and we’ve lived with Haymitch, fed and clothed and taken care of, ever since.

The baker’s boy saved our lives that day. Surely I would have given up and died under that apple tree if it wasn’t for the kindness he showed me. I owe him everything. And because of that, I will never be able to pay him back.

I take him in now. He's taller than he was before. Much taller. His chubby child’s build has been replaced with an imposing stature that takes up almost the entire doorway. I guess a lifetime of hefting bakery pans and kneading dough has left him broad-shouldered and muscular.

“Katniss,” he says. I can tell he’s surprised to see me. His voice is deep and I note that his blonde hair curls with sweat. There’s a streak of flour on his cheek and an apron tied around his waist.

“It’s Ms. Everdeen,” I correct him. It’s out before I can stop myself and as soon as I say it I want to bite my own tongue off. How pretentious I must sound. It's only after Prim has begun ordering a sugar-dusted fruit tart from the case that I realize with a start that the baker's boy knows my name.

His face is flushed and pink when he turns his eyes to me.

“I'll take four of those cookies,” I get out. “The orange lilies.” My voice sounds weaker than normal. I hate this. I feel fragile under this boy’s gaze. And that's when I realize: he must be waiting for his thank you. For the bread that he burned and took a beating for. But I can't do it, either because Prim is with me and it would confuse her and probably embarrass the boy, or because it's been five years and the time for ‘thank you’ is over. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he doesn't remember. He probably only knows my name because it was a source of gossip around town when Haymitch adopted Prim and I. He must remember me from then.

He gives me a timid smile, deftly wraps the cookies in parchment paper, ties them securely with a piece of fringed twine, and hands the package to me. I suddenly feel the need to fill the silence so I blurt: “They’re beautiful. The cookies.”

He manages to turn a shade pinker. “Thank you, I do most of the frosting around here. I made those this morning.” As I hand him the money for the treats, I assume that's it. That was the end of our conversation. But my tongue is moving again.

“They look just like the lilies in the woods. I see them on my morning walks.”

“Yes, exactly,” He grins and reveals a charming set of dimples. “I’ve seen them when I go to the woods to paint.”

I don't know what else to say and Prim has started tugging on my hand. She’s probably anxious to get home so we can enjoy our treats with tea, so I give him one last look and utter one last thank you before heading back out into the crowded square.

“Do you know him?” Prim asks as we begin walking towards home.

“No,” I say, a little relieved to be leaving. I can't catch my breath and my heart is racing like it does when something frightens me. “I don't even know his name.”

“Well, I've never seen you be that talkative with a stranger.” She beams. “Wait until I tell Mrs. Winthrop!”

Is that what he is to me? A stranger? I shake the thought from my head.

He knew my name. The very least I can do is learn his.

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