#inspired by: that one book i havent read on my desk

[isjasz]

The hands of the clock ⏱️

[illyrianbrat]

A Beast (Harwin Strong imagine)

A Beast (Harwin Strong imagine)

Pairing: Harwin Strong x female Targaryen!reader 

Requested: nope

Warnings: brief mention of offing oneself, slight misogyny if you squint, spoilers for episode 1 and 3, typical westeros bs

A/N: this is much needed happiness for what happened in the show + this was basically inspired by the preview of queen charlotte’s netflix series (bridgerton prequel) PLEASE WATCH IF YOU HAVENT. literally sent a message to @astraljedi the second i finished watching that video (she sent it to me cause i had to idea this show was even happening)

-

Despite being King Viserys first born daughter, Y/N had no intention of being a queen. Although she loved the attention, the balls, the feasts, the beautiful dresses and jewelry, and all the privileges that came with being the daughter of a king, she was not interested in ruling seven kingdoms. She found it dreadful, borderline psychotic. And sitting with the small council for hours, deciding what to do in certain situations made her feel bored. 

After Queen Aemma and Prince Baelon passed, Viserys set his eyes on Y/N. He had to find a way to keep his brother Daemon from the throne, therefore he decided his daughter would be the heir and would sit on the Iron Throne after he passed. Y/N knew he was planning this. Nobody had told her, but she did notice her father giving her looks while someone brought up there were no male heirs, citing that the Realm has been in twenty-one years of uncertainty and doubt.

“Your Grace,” a Kingsguard called, looking rather pale like he was about to faint. “Princess Y/N has requested your presence.”

Viserys looked perplexed for a second before making his way out of the room. Otto Hightower, however, was deeply annoyed. He still did not understand how the princess could order her father around.

Inside her bedchamber, Y/N sat on her desk. It was filled with history books, papers, and pens scattered all around. The door opened, revealing her father. He quickly smiled when he saw what she was doing. Y/N always showed a fascination for history.

“You called?” He cheekily asked, taking a seat next to her. His eyes scanned the table, she was reading about past kings.

“Yes. I thought about going to you but I am too tired to walk,” Y/N confessed.

“So you make me walk here?” Viserys faked a surprised face, Y/N always had the same excuse.

“I just wanted to speak to you privately,” she explained.

“Well then, speak,” Viserys softly urged her.

“I do not want to be queen.”

The air felt tense immediately at her confession. The king did not know what to answer, his mouth opening to refute her terrible idea but no words came out.

“I am not fit to rule. It is simply not me. Father, I know you have had this on your mind since you exiled uncle Daemon but I cannot accept the responsibility of being your heir.”

“My sweet girl, have you always felt this way?” He asked with concern, grabbing her hand, while she nodded. “Why did you keep this to yourself?”

“I did not want to anger you… and I also did not want you to be disappointed. Even if you keep it to yourself, I know you feel disappointed that Rhaenyra and I are not boys.”

“No no, you misjudged me. I love you and your sister. Yes, me having a son would relieve you from this burden but that does not mean I feel disappointed about my daughters. You and Rhaenyra are my biggest blessings and I will always thank your mother for giving me two amazing daughters.”

Y/N sniffled, this was the first real conversation that they had since the funeral. Her father’s words felt genuine. Viserys always made sure to be present in their lives, to show them love and affection.

“However; what am I supposed to do now t-”

“Rhaenyra can be your heir,” Y/N declared.

Viserys eyebrows rose with curiosity. “Rhaenyra? Has she spoken to you about this?”

“Honestly, no, she has not. But father, she can rule the kingdoms. Even if she does not participate, she learns from being in the small council meetings. Talk to her. She deserves being on the Iron Throne.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Viserys stood up to hug her. Y/N buried her face in his chest, feeling grateful that her father understood and did not argue about her decision.

-

They had decided to do a hunt to celebrate Aegon’s second nameday.

Y/N sat with the other ladies while she ate some sweet treats. It was mindless chatter, Alicent tried to include her in the conversation but Y/N only gave short answers to whatever they were asking about. Rhaenyra was nowhere in sight, which aggravated Y/N. Where could she possibly be? 

With nothing else to do, Y/N excused herself and left the tent. The thought of going to sleep for the rest of the day sounded blissful.

“Pardon me, Princess?” A man interrupted her thoughts. “My name is Theodore Tyrell.”

Y/N smiled politely as he handed her a fruit bowl. “I gathered that from the rose on your chest. Thank you.”

“I do not think we've been properly introduced. I never found the correct opportunity to speak with you privately.”

“Oh,” Y/N awkwardly smiled. “Here I am. A pleasure to meet you, my lord.”

“Have you ever been to Highgarden?” Theodore asked.

“Twice, yet I am too young to remember,” Y/N replied, a feeling of dread filling her heart.

“You would love it. Highgarden is filled with flowers all around. Beautiful roses climbing up walls. The sights of the roseroad and the ocean road are simply breathtaking. However, we do not have a dragonpit…”

“Why, if I may ask, do you need a dragonpit?” Y/N hissed, pushing the bowl of fruits into his hands before the anger got the best of her.

“To house dragons, of course,” he replied with a condescending tone.

Y/N turned around and stormed into the tent, marching toward her father. “Oh, sweetheart, I was just about to call for you.” Viserys' smile dropped when he realized his daughter was seething with anger. “Are you alright?”

“Lord Tyrell? That is your best choice?” Y/N barked at him. “That man could be my grandfather.”

“You are of age, Y/N. Three-and-twenty, it is time for you to marry. It has been for a while.”

“That man? I would rather throw myself from the highest tower at the Red Keep before marrying him.” Viserys' eyes widened at her threat.

“Enough! I have been trying to speak about this with you since you became of age and all you have given me have been excuses. You must marry! It is your duty, especially now that your sister is the heir.” Viserys exclaimed, capturing the attention of everyone in the tent. People were staring, some of them murmuring about the conversation between the King and his daughter. “You and your sister will marry, whether you both like it or not. That is not up for discussion.”

Princess Y/N was quietly crying out of anger and frustration. Deep down in her heart, she knew her father was right, she needed to marry. Viserys went silent, mentally scolding himself for upsetting his precious daughter.

After their heated conversation, Y/N retired to her tent for the day, stating she was not to be disturbed under any circumstances. 

-

Hours later, after the king had sunk into his cups, Lord Strong decided to try his luck.

“Excuse me, Your Grace.” Lyonel stood in front of the King, at the bottom of the steps. “Can we speak for a moment?”

Viserys sighed. “Should I guess? You believe that your son, Ser Harwin “Breakbones”, the strongest man in the Seven Kingdoms, is the best match for Y/N.”

Lyonel cleared his throat. “Yes sir, I believe so. My son, from what I have noticed, could be the only one that can deal with the princess. He is heir to Harrenhall, his strength and knowledge of battle will keep the princess protected. And the area is big enough to build a dragonpit.”

“Are you sure about this? Do you think my daughter will agree to this arrangement?” Viserys was unsure. Surely his daughter would not like this at all. 

“Perhaps she will try and fight it, Your Grace. They should at least meet and have a conversation, maybe that will help. We should not just send them off to wed immediately. My son would not like that either.”

Viserys hummed. “After we return to king’s Landing, I will talk to her. I suggest you do the same with your son.”

-

Days later, in the Red Keep, Y/N was actively ignoring her father. She was still hurt about how their conversation played out. She ate all her meals in her bedchamber, only leaving when she knew her father was in a small council meeting. Alicent also made attempts to get them to talk but Y/N was not interested.

During the night, she felt relaxed to go out and sneak some food from the kitchens and new books, when she was intercepted by the King.

“Y/N!” He yelled, startling her. “You cannot keep doing this. We must talk.”

She shook her head and walked faster to her chamber, but he was close behind. Y/N could not close the door before he got inside. “Father, please, leave me alone.”

“No! I am sick of this, Y/N. You will not keep avoiding me,” Viserys raged. She sighed, sitting on her bed in defeat. “You will marry, I have found you a suitor.”

Y/N opened her mouth to protest, only for Viserys to raise his hand to make her stop.

“This is not up for discussion. You will meet him tomorrow night.”

“Who is he?” She asked and Viserys turned around to leave. “Father! Who is he? What is his name!” 

The king had left. Y/N yelled in frustration, she hated not knowing.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the castle, Lyonel was about to speak with Harwin. “Son, do you have a moment?”

“Of course, father. What is it?” Harwin put down the paper he was reading to focus on Lyonel.

“You are to be wed.” He blurted out. Harwin felt the air being sucked out of him. “I spoke with the king during the hunt. You are to marry princess Y/N.”

“What? The king agreed to your proposal?” He was stunned. “What did princess Y/N say?”

“She, uh… she does not know you are the suitor,” Lyonel confessed. “We think it is better like this.”

“Father, that is absurd. She must be losing her mind at the uncertainty, you know that.”

Lyonel sighed. “I know, son. As I said, you will meet her tomorrow night. The king is already planning a feast in honor of this union.” 

Harwin did not know what to think. He had not met Y/N, only saw her from a distance during the hunt. He was captivated by her beauty. He could only hope Y/N was not too upset when she found out it was him.

-

The following morning, Y/N was speaking with Rhaenyra while they ate breakfast together.

“Sister, you have to forgive father eventually,” Rhaenyra reminded her while taking a bite out of an apple.

“I know,” Y/N exhaled. “I just… I just feel that he does not care about my opinion on the matter.”

“If that were the case, you would be in Highgarden right now.”

Y/N gave her a look. “I suppose you are right. Have you heard anything about this mysterious suitor?”

“No, I am afraid I have not,” Rhaenyra confessed. “Father has been very secretive since we came back from the hunt.” Y/N covered her face with her hands, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Perhaps you will like him, he could be very handsome.”

“Or he could be a beast,” Y/N contradicted.

-

Nobody in the castle talked about the suitor. The princess has not heard not even a whisper about him. It frightened her immensely. 

The hours moved quickly and it was time for them to meet. Viserys had arranged the small hall for this. Almost everything was going according to plan, but they did not know what the princess was up to in the gardens.

Y/N was currently trying to climb up a wall using flower branches. She planned to climb up, run from the castle, and come back the following morning. It sounded easy in her head, but now that it had to be executed, Y/N found it was not so simple. On the other hand, Harwin was on his way to the hall when he saw someone with silver locks trying to escape. He chuckled, walking up to stand under an arch.

“Hello, my lady. Are you in need of any assistance?” Harwin asked, holding his hands behind his back.

“I am quite fine, thank you. You can go back inside and do whatever,” she dismissed him.

“I will. But I am curious… What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” she answered.

“You are doing something,” Harwin observed.

“I am not.”

“You are.”

Y/N got down from the branch, staring at the wall. “If you must know, I am trying to ascertain the best to climb over this garden wall.” She put her hands on her hips.

“Climb? Whatever for?” Harwin wondered with an amused expression.

“I think he may be a beast.”

“A beast?” He answered in surprise. “Who are we discussing?

“That is none of your business.” The princess slightly turned to say this to him before focusing her attention on the wall, causing Harwin to take a sharp breath to calm himself. “My suitor,” he smirked. “No one will speak of him with me. He is clearly a beast.”

“Understood,” Harwin nodded.

“If I grab here, perhaps you can assist me by lifting me up,” Y/N moved her hand to get his attention, then proceeded to climb up the branches again. 

“You do not like beasts? What he looks like matters?” Harwin wondered.

“I do not care what he looks like. What I do not like is not knowing.” Harwin was right then, he told his father this. “Now, here. Just hold here, with a lift I believe I can climb up the garden wall.”

“You want me to lift you over so you may escape?” Harwin repeated what she requested, still feeling amused. “People will notice you are missing.”

“I will worry about that later. Now, please make haste.”

“I have absolutely no intention of helping you.”

Y/N got down and walked towards him. “I am a lady in distress. You refuse to help a lady in distress?”

“I refuse when that lady in distress is trying to go over a wall so she does not have to marry me.”

Y/N was stunned. “You? You are the man I am supposed to marry?” Her cheeks were red in embarrassment.

“I am deeply sorry if I look like a beast, princess,” Harwin teased. “I would have thought the same if I had not known it was you.”

“You,” she cleared her throat, “who are you?”

“Ser Harwin Strong,” he introduced himself while grabbing her hand to kiss it.

“Lord Strong’s son?” Y/N questioned with confusion.

“So you have heard about me,” Harwin smirked.

“If I am honest, only your name.” Y/N’s cheeks were even more flushed if that was possible. “I, umm… I will see you inside. Excuse me, Ser.”

Y/N almost ran, wanting to be away from him as soon as possible. Harwin, however, was faster. He grabbed her arm to make her stop and turn to him, bringing her close to his body. “Wait, princess.”

“This is not proper,” she stuttered.

“Neither is you trying to escape,” Harwin noted. Y/N failed to get out of his grip once again, his hold was tight but not enough to hurt.

“What must I do for you to let me go?” Y/N pouted.

“Just have a conversation with me before we go to the hall, so you can see I am not the beast you thought of,” he proposed. Y/N huffed in defeat, but deep down she was intrigued by him.

“Lead the way, Ser Harwin.”

//

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[hazelolive]

Inspired by @butter-beel Diavolo Spicy Mirror Selfies

Lucifer gathered up his pile of paperwork and stacked it neatly on his desk. He was planning on getting a visit from Diavolo and he wanted his study to look tidy at least. Satan had figured out the code to the entrance of his secret study and had a field day leaving little booby traps for him around the office. A lot of them having to do with his papers exploding out of his desk when he opened a certain drawr or books ejecting themselves from the bookshelf and onto the floor if he grabbed the wrong one.

Granted he had already given his brother a appropriate punishment but he was more concerned about the possibility of any traps being left over that he hadnt managed to find yet. The last thing he wanted was to be made to look like a fool in front of diavolo because heaven forbid he chose to set in the wrong chair and end up having it pulled from underneath him.

He heard footsteps draw near then looked when he saw a tall demon with red hair leaning agaisnt his door frame.

"May I come in?"

"I'm surprised you'd even feel the need to ask ." Lucifer said with a small laugh.

"I figured I'd extent the curstesy. Since I heard what Satan did to you study."

"I'm pretty sure I've sprung all the traps but I'd be careful where you sit." He said with a grimace in his voice

"Well then I guess it's a good then that I regretably wont be able to stay for that today."

"I wont take up much of your time them what did you need?"

"I'm planning on hosting a made cafe event for Rad. And I was wondering if you would help me make some of the flyers for them."

"Oh course."

"Awesome! I have some pictures of a few of the designs on my phone I can show you of how I pictured it." He said handing him the phone with the gallery open.

Lucifer took the phone in hand to check some of designs while the demon prince decided to browse through some of Lucifer's books. Lucifer looked at the phone and indeed saw there was quite a few designs it there. It seemed Diavolo had put quite some thought into outfits he wanted everyone to wear for this event. Lucifer was wondering if levi had showed him a maid scene from one of his animes and now diavolo wanted to reenact it. He let out a slight sigh already anticipating some of the problems that could happen but there was no stopping diavolo when he got ideas like this.

Lucifer continued scrolling looking at the different outfit ideas when he scrolled one to far and managed to land on a picture of diavolo himself. He was shirtless and sticking his tongue out, looking at himself in the mirror but wait where was his hand? He blinked twice and say that his hand was wrapped around his erect member while the other was snapping the selfy. This shocked Lucifer to say the least he didnt think Diavolo was the type to take such photos.

Slightly curious he decided to continue scrolling and saw that picture was not the only one like that by far. He had looked at 5 of them when he noticed Diavolo speak from over by the book case.

"I havent seen this book in forrever. Where has it been hiding?"

Lucifer nearly dropped the phone in a slight panic but was able to let out a breath when he saw that diavolo was still facing the book shelf. He quickly exited out of the gallery and hit the lock button then proceeded to walk over to the prince.

"That one I'm not sure actually one of Satans pranks. That whenever the books weren't being ejected from the self, they sometimes would re-arrange themselves."

"I remeber when you lent it to me it was a rather good read-"

Lucifer was having a hard time focusing now as much as it annoyed him he couldnt but help picture him like in those photos and could feel his eyes start to wonder. Granted Diavolo only acted serious half the time but there was something different about those pictures that he just couldnt put his finger on .

"Lucifer?"

"Oh sorry. I had something on my mind."

He just laughed a little bit. "No worries, would you mind if I borrowed this book for nostalgia s sake?"

"No go ahead. I'll let the other brothers know about this event and get the flyers printed up for you."

"Alright, I would love to chat and remenese some more but unfortunately I have to attend a meeting thatd I'd honeslty rather skip."

Lucifer nodded and saw him out but would continue to be slightly more distracted for the next day or two.

[sweethazzababy]

Not So Professional- Chapter 1

Plot: Y/N gets the job as Harry Styles’s personal assistant. Working for him, she deals with the ups and downs of his career ranging from difficult breakups to music celebrations and everything in between. How will her and Harry’s relationship develop?

A/N: Ahh oh my goodness hello my beautiful friends!! it’s been so so long since i updated my writing, and i apologize for that. i just havent had the inspiration to write, but tonight something sparked in me and i am so happy about it. i’ve decided to start a “book” and update with chapters. i actually started this a while ago, but i went back to writing it again and i want to share it with you all. i cant promise that i’ll update regularly but i will try my hardest. i hope you enjoy it!! :)

Chapter 1.

       One. Two. Three. Four. I’m counting my steps in my head as I walk down the busy street, pandemonium disrupting my ears. Peace is nothing but a fantasy in the place I live in. There is never any quiet noise. So many mornings I wake up hopeful to hear some birds chirping, some wind rustling through the delicate leaves of the limited trees we have in this city. But no. It’s always the bothersome noise of multiple taxi horns, or people yelling down streets. My earbuds try their best to block out any sort of something that isn’t music. Tides-Swimming Tapesmy lock screen reads. The beachy guitar riff pleasantly floods my ears as I try my best to imagine the sand and the sea. Ever since moving to the city, the beach is something I long for every day. The fresh salty aroma, the warmth of the sun beating down on bronzed skin and the sand beneath the pads of your feet. The calming and relaxing sound of waves crashing quietly onto shore. The kind of quiet noise I wish I could experience on a day to day basis.

        You must be thinking, why would you move to the city if you hate it so fucking much? Because at my age of 22, money is a little bit more important than happiness. Supporting myself is a lot harder than I ever imagined. When I moved out at 18, I was so eager to finally be on my own, making my own decisions without anyone holding me back from what I wanted in my life. No judgements on the way I chose to live. No doubt, I love being on my own, but money has become a bit of an issue. Here in the Big Apple, good jobs are much more accessible rather than some no-named beach town in New Jersey with a population of a measly 5,000.

       Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three… my brain can’t help but continue to count my steps, a habit I’ve grown to develop. I lift my head to look at the street ahead of me, making sure I don’t walk past my work place. Shuffling around the crowds of people making their way to work as well, I zig zag through seamlessly. Living in New York City is a bit of a learning experience. You learn the detours and shortcuts of walking through Manhattan to get to places, almost like a daily routine of successfully walking through a maze. I always make sure to have my earbuds everywhere I go, to help make the journeys at least a little bit enjoyable. The delightful sound of my playlist can distract me from almost anything around me. Getting lost in music is one of the not so many things I adore.

       Once I get to the building, I tilt my head as far back as I need to in order to see the towering skyscraper before me. The height is so surreal that when I look up to the top from the ground, it almost seems as if it’s falling and tilting in the sky. After all these years, I still can’t help but gaze in wonder at how one can build such a thing. Shaking my head from my pointless thoughts, I sigh in annoyance as I gather my shaky breaths to control them and take my first steps forward to open the big glass door. As usual, I am greeted by Nina as she sits behind the main desk typing away and taking dozens of calls. She lends me a warm smile, her eyes crinkling a bit at the corners. I’ve always liked her, even though sometimes she can be a bit too cheery. No one likes their job that much, especially a desk secretary. I set my eyes on the nearest elevator, seeing it is about to close. My feet start to pick up the pace as I walk faster to catch the elevator before it takes another 10 minutes for it to come back down. With a building that contains 53 floors, you never know how long the elevator will take to come back to ground level. A middle-aged woman sees me making a beeline towards the elevator and stops the doors from closing while kindly giving me a welcoming smile. I nod my head in appreciation as I settle into the back-right corner of the elevator, my usual spot. As the elevator starts to make its way up the building I keep my attention on the numbers as we pass each floor. 53reads on the small screen as the ding signals the door to open. Yes, the top floor. It’s always a pain to work on the top floor, knowing I have to give myself a 5-10-minute window before I actually clock in. My flats make a faint tapping sound as I walk down the marble floor to my boss’ office. I take the stainless-steel handle in my hand and twist to open the door.

       “Good morning Y/N! A beautiful day it is isn’t it?” I look up from the floor for my eyes to meet with an elegant but sophisticated office. The glossy marble floors continue to flood into the room. On top of the floors lies a large black desk with a black swivel chair, big enough for two people to sit comfortably. The desk sits atop a black rug to compliment the marble theme. Behind the desk, my eyes set on the beautifully breathtaking view of the city skyline. Mr. Garrett Rowland. CEO of the Sony Music Headquarters. I give a polite smile as I greet back.

       “Indeed, it is! Happy to feel the warm weather again.” I say with a sigh of relief. The month of April is finally settled in, which makes me a little bit cheerier. The past winter felt like a lifetime with multiple unwanted snow storms. I’ve never been a huge fan of the snow. He gives a nod of agreement towards me and takes a seat in his throne of a chair. His salt and pepper hair is styled nicely, as always. Never have I seen a day where he looked less than perfectly put together. I sit in the chair opposite of him and wait for my duties to be listed today. As his personal assistant, I’ve gotten used to the fact that my job here is to be as helpful as I can no matter the number of tasks he asks of me all at once. I like to keep myself busy which is why I guess this job is suited for me.

      “What can I do for you today Sir?” I question with a smile, portraying eager and slight enthusiasm. I need to at least show I enjoy my job. He folds his fingers together on the desk as he is probably preparing his list of tasks. I tuck a loose strand of blonde hair behind my ear that happened to fall out of my loose, but sophisticated, pony tail. My fingers tug down my pencil skirt a bit as I sit with my legs crossed.

         “Well Ms. Y/L/N, I actually have a bit of news to inform you of.” He says. His face is stern but soft eyes contradict the boss persona he’s trying to front. I raise my eyebrows, eyes widening, not expecting that response opposed to my usual orders. “I got a call from Syco and Columbia Records earlier this morning before you came in.” Confusion sets on my face as my eyebrows furrow, not really sure what they would be calling for, and why it concerns me. Confusion soon turns to curiosity as Garrett continues on.

         “You have quite a reputation as my personal assistant and it seems that one of their recording artists is in need of one. The last one got fired for having an affair. They called asking about you.” He finishes, leaving the floor to me. My jaw drops a bit, not really knowing how to respond. Me? A personal assistant to a famous artist? My mind is racing, occupied with questions and thoughts that I completely forgot I was sitting in front of my boss who is awaiting some sort of answer.

         “Uh…u-um, wow. I, uh, don’t know what to say.” I stumble over my words twiddling my thumbs, unsure of what to do with my hands. I clear my throat as I try to piece together somewhat of a valuable response. “Are you saying I have the choice to take the job?” My eyebrows raise once again, as I try to process this situation.

         “Y/N, you have worked extremely hard to get to the place you are in right now. Over the past 3 and a half years you have been nothing but helpful, and always such a joy to work with. You have earned every raise and promotion you received, and I feel this opportunity is one that won’t come again. Although it will be bittersweet to lose such a valuable employee, and friend, I believe you deserve this job. You will be getting paid twice as much with the bonus of traveling the world. I advise you to take this opportunity.” Garrett finishes with nothing, but complete truth and sincerity shown through his eyes. He gives me a kind smile, the aged wrinkles forming by the corners of his lips. His dark brown eyes are gleaming as he tells me the news. I have developed a bit of a relationship with Garrett, almost like an uncle type of figure. I was so young when I started, I matured and grew up working for him.

          I can’t help but smile myself, the corners of my lips slowly curving up to form a shy grin. My heart pounds inside my chest at the amazing news, something I thought would never happen. Rarely do lucky opportunities come along for me. I may be the CEO’s personal assistant but as he said, I worked hard to get to this position. I know I have to take this job, I mean I really do need the money after all. As I think of a way to respond, I realize I don’t even know who this artist is. What if it’s someone I hate? Like Chris Brown or something? God no I can’t be his assistant

          “Are you sure? It sounds like an amazing opportunity I just don’t really know any details. Who would I be working for?” A tinge of uncertainty is hinted through my tone, not really knowing what to expect. I bite my bottom lip, feeling the blood rush to the surface… another nervous habit. Garrett takes a bit of a deep breath before answering the burning question. He looks down at his hands still clasped together, his thousand-dollar watch shining as the sunlight hits it creating a glimmer.

          “Harry Styles.”

           After hearing the name that slipped from Garrett’s lips, I held my breath for a few seconds. Trying to process the new information, I glance down at my hands. My dainty fingers rubbing the clammy sweat perspiring on my palms off onto my skirt. My manicured nails give my outfit a pop of color, a bright yellow to celebrate the spring time. Harry Styles. The boyband guy? What’s the name of that group…One Direction? I have never really paid much attention to the teen pop culture anymore considering my age now, but I do keep up watching E! News or reading a few magazines. Apparently, this boyband is on hiatus-which sounds to me a lot like a break up. But Harry Styles I do know is seen not only as the front man, but as a huge flirt. A womanizer, if you will.

          “Oh wow…” I trail off, unsure if I should pretend to fangirl or show a little bit of excitement. I bite my bottom lip again, the news sparking my nerves.

          “I have a picture of him, in case you weren’t really sure who he is.” He picks up on my surprised but uncertain tone of voice, and I roll my eyes with a smirk at his comment. I may not be a screaming One Direction fan but of course I know who Harry Styles is. I chuckle to myself at the thought of him thinking I live under a rock. I nod in agreement, taking the picture from his hand.

          The first thing I notice, immediately after receiving the photo, are his emerald green eyes. Those eyes are mesmerizing to look at, as if they are piercing right through me. I can’t help but stay speechless in awe at his beauty. I’ve always known he’s attractive, but I’ve never really taken a good look at him before. I’m almost regretting not paying careful attention before. After looking into his gorgeous irises, my eyes set on his hair. A beautiful shade of brunette, styled to lay up and off of his forehead, only it looks effortless. Small, loose curls peek out behind his ears and by the back of his neck. His hair is short, but full and voluminous. How is it possible for a man to have such great hair? I next lay my eyes on his lips. A natural, but pretty shade of a dark pink with dimples peeking through near the corners of his mouth. Absolutely charming. My heart begins to flutter looking at him, and my stomach feels like it’s doing cartwheels. His face structure is strong, but cheeky with a jawline that is insanely chiseled. The smirk on his lips finishes it off, making my heart jump even more. There is something a bit mysterious and dark about him, but I just can’t put my finger on it. I also can’t take my eyes off of him, taking in his handsome features. His attractiveness is already overwhelming, I can’t imagine him in person.

           The sound of someone clearing their throat takes me out of my little fantasized world, my head immediately leveling out and swerving my attention back to Garrett, snapping myself back into reality.

           “Well, well, someone finds this man quite the dime…” Garrett jokes with a playful smile. I immediately feel my face flush, probably a nice shade of pink. I chuckle along with him and cover my face with my hands embarrassed.

           “Oh my gosh stop it!” I giggle trying to keep my cool in attempt to prevent my cheeks from turning to a brighter red. “I’m just observing the person who will be ordering me around the next few years.” I try to give a logical reason as to why I was staring for so long. Little does he know I might have developed a bit of a crush just by looking at the one picture. Garrett rolls his eyes jokingly but accepting of my excuse.

           “His management team already gave me an address and a date for you to start. They are really interested in having you.” He explains, trying to refocus our conversation to more important things. I nod along to his talking, but all the while can’t help but think of Harry. I really need to snap out of this if I’m going to be working with him every day.

           “When and where do they want me to start?” I ask.

           “In three days, in London.” Garret says. My eyes widen with shock. This is absolutely crazy. I feel like so many things are happening at once, that I can’t really comprehend it. In three days…three days, I will be moving to London. Nerves start to set in, in place of my original excitement. I have never traveled outside of the country, hell I’ve never left the East Coast.

           Garrett proceeds to tell me the rest of the information. When our meeting is finished, I shake his hand and give him a hug realizing I no longer work for him anymore.

           “Don’t be a stranger.” Garrett tells me with his hands on my shoulders. I nod and smile, then continue on out of his office. On my way down to the first floor, my mind runs wild. I can’t believe this is happening to me. Never do I get opportunities like this, and I can’t help but feel excited awaiting my future in London. Once I get to the first floor, I walk out and take a deep breath. My last time leaving this building as an employee. I pass the main desk on my way out, saying a goodbye to Nina who looks shocked and a bit teary-eyed. I’ll miss her. Walking out of the building, I take a breath of the fresh New York City air. If I’m going to be honest, this place will be missed. I’ve grown to love the rush and the pace. The smells, the noise. Walking back to my apartment, I make sure to pay deep attention to everything surrounding me rather than ignore it. The bright sun is beating down on me and the rest of the city giving it a glow. The buzz of the streets never fades, and the traffic on the streets never clears. There is always something exciting and new to look forward to living here.

           My mind starts to wander off into thoughts of London. I wonder what the weather would be like, how the people interact. I’ve heard through talk that it’s always raining and cloudy. I feel a bit of annoyance at the thought but sometimes a good rain shower is calming. I walk up to my apartment building and start making my way up the stairs to the second floor. I shuffle through my purse to find my key and when I finally see it peeking through at the very bottom, I retrieve it and push it into the lock. Opening the door, I am greeted by Luna, her little paws scratching at my legs. I bend down and run my fingers through her fur with a smile. Living in a big city by myself can feel a little lonely sometimes. Ever since I got Luna though I have company to look forward to when I come home which is nice. Although she is just a small little Yorkie, I feel like the two of us are companions. I never had a dog growing up, my mom never liked them. It’s a shame because I longed to grow up with a family dog, to always have someone to cuddle with.

           I stand up from a bent position and make my way towards my kitchen, the size of a decently large walk-in closet. I toss my bag on the island, kick my shoes off and let out a relieved sigh at the feeling of my feet no longer compressed by the narrow shape of my flats. Feeling a sting I arch my back and turn my head to my backside in attempt to see my feet where the sting is coming from. The back of my right heel has turned red with a fresh tiny cut forming from the harsh leather of my flats. I scoff at the sight and roughly search through my vitamin cabinet for a Band-Aid, hoping it would make it feel a little bit better. As I am peeling the Band-Aid from the thin paper I hear a buzz coming from my purse. Reaching my hand in my bag I grab my phone which is reading an unrecognizable number on the lock screen. Reluctant, I answer.

           “Hello?” I politely answer.

           “Y/N Y/L/N?” A man’s voice responds.

           “This is she. Who am I speaking to?” I cautiously ask. The number that called wasn’t a familiar area code.

           “My name is Jeff Azoff. I’m Harry Styles’ manager and I was just informed that you will be joining our team as Harry’s personal assistant.” The man on the other end has a youthful tone, making me wonder how old this guy is. 

           “Oh hi! Yes, I am coming to London in about three days to start.” I say.

           “About that…” Jeff chuckles through the phone as he trails off. “There has been a change of plans. We are going to need you to start tomorrow.” Jeff finishes his sentence and my heart drops. I start to quietly panic knowing I only have today and possibly tomorrow morning to pack and leave.

           “Wow okay…um sounds good!” I let out a little laugh in response to the situation. Jeff lets me know that the plane ticket is already paid for I just have to pick it up and let the officials at the airport know.

           “Your plane leaves at 1 PM your time and it’s about a 7-hour flight, but when you get here it will be about 1-2 in the morning because of the time difference.” He explains. Shit. The jetlag is going to be terrible. We finish up the conversation and say our goodbyes. After hanging up I immediately run to my room and take out the biggest luggage I can find in my closet. I am not actually moving out of my apartment, so I am going to try and pack as much as I think I’ll need. Who knows how long I’ll be gone. 

A/N- I’m not sure where I’m taking it, so I’m open to suggestions to help thicken the plot once the story starts to advance…thank you for reading! I’ll let you guys know when I’m updating :)

[gravelyhumerus]

writing tag game!

tagged by @peraltiagoisland​ 

i. how many works in progress do you currently have?

only one wip that im actually working on is this one because i literally havent written in forever. i only recently started thinking about an old person of interest au that i might pick up again so the answer is two

ii. do you/would you write fanfiction?

i have not ever written original fiction like ever

iii. do you prefer paper books or ebooks?

i read fanfiction online but other than that paper books

iv. when did you start writing?

i was always writing stories and drawing as a kid. i think i posted my first bones fanfiction in 2012 (on ff.net) but i had been working on star trek stories before then

v. do you have someone you trust that you share your work with?

i worked with @space-goose​ and @villainousunsub​ and trust both of them with my LIFE. but ive also been talking about my current b99 fic with @peraltiagoisland​

vi. where is your favourite place to write?

I either write at my desk in my room on my computer, or in the coffee shop on campus (where i spend most of my time and money) or i type ideas on my phone before i fall asleep or when im out and about

vii. favorite childhood book?

the septimus heap series by angie sage. i love it so much. i also loved the his dark materials / golden compass series by phillip pullman

viii. writing for fun or publication?

well im getting an article published this january for the newspaper i work on but not much beyond that. im more interested in being an illustrator than a writer

ix. pen and paper or computer?

computer 100% (and on google docs)

x. have you ever taken any writing classes?

does high school count? i havent even taken any classes on writing in university i am a Fake writer 

xi. what inspires you to write?

girls (im gay)

tagging:

  @villainousunsub​ @gaylancesweets​ @constantlyhalfcocked​ 

i have like four friends on this website whoops lol 

[wyrmsandrocs]

You know what you dared (anyone really) me personally to send all the writer asks so FUCKIBG ALL OF THEM BETCH

1. Favorite place to write. - I really like taking my laptop with me and writing at parks or in hotel lobbies when my fam travels, but its comfortable and familiar to write at my desk in my room2. Favorite part of writing. - letting characters be sassy and snarky. also letting characters heal.3. Least favorite part of writing. - actually putting words on the page lmfao4. Do you have writing habits or rituals? - i put on my writing playlist and if i can grab a diet coke bc it helps me feel like im ready to be productive5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most. - ooh, for writing style Caroline Lawrence’s books influenced me a lot when i was younger and more recently @lbardugo and six of crows6. Favorite character you ever created. - ahhh probably Linde, a shapeshifter who rejects all human concepts including gender7. Favorite author. - again, Leigh Bardugo. also @canipetyourdragon but like technically shes not published yet 8. Favorite trope to write. - enemies to lovers lmfao9. Least favorite trope to write. - ahh idek 10. Pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about. - @canipetyourdragon and we’d probs write abt some wacky adventure11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish. - 1) have an idea and daydream abt it for a month 2) worldbuilding/character building for a g e s 3) finally get around to writing a shitty draft 4) s u f f e r 12. How do you deal with self-doubts? - whine at someone and then remind myself that nothing starts perfect and i have time to make it better. tbqh a lot of the time i remind myself that Six of Crows started as smthn like 31,000 words and is a lot longer in the final form and, no offense to leigh, was probs kinda crap at first lmfao13. How do you deal with writers block? - i remind myself that its not gonna get written if i dont write it, i sit my ass down, and i write something. anything. any stupid sentence. and then i write another one.14. What’s the most research you ever put into a book? - hoo boi am i bad at research n o t m u c h 15. Where does your inspiration come from? - a lot of my inspiration comes from music and other books, i have playlists that remind me of my characters and story on spotify and those help a lot16. Where do you take your motivation from? - i remember that i’ve always wanted to be a writer since i was like 5 and could barely write my name and i think about how much i want that to be a reality.17. On avarage, how much writing do you get done in a day? - ehh i’d say maybe 400 words on average? the least ive written recently is 100 words the most was 1,50018. What’s your revision or rewriting process like? - ah i havent worked on one story enough to know yet19. First line of a WIP you’re working on. - No matter how many she saw, Siora couldn’t get used to Outer Land bars.

20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on. - “In a shocking plot twist, the rich Kitonian girl used to be a thief,” Linde said, mimicking some sort of announcer.

“Are you just here to add sarcastic commentary?” Siora glared at them.

She seems to glare at them a lot, Dema thought.

“That’s the whole reason I’m following you,” they said, then added, “Don’t give me that look, you know I don’t really care about the war.”

“My question is why is Siora still putting up with you,” Asteria laughed.

“Don’t give me any ideas,” The Beati girl grumbled, a smile playing on her lips.

“Oh yes, don’t encourage her. She might try to hurt me with one of her toothpicks.”

Dema laughed, “Don’t insult a lady’s knives, it’s not wise.”

“What’s a lady?” The Gerum asked, feigning confusion.

“Dema is a lady,” Asteria kissed the girl on the cheek, laughing.

“Doesn’t seem very ladylike to me,” Siora snorted.

“Like you’re one to talk,” Dema shot back.

“If anyone here is a lady, it’s me,” Linde said, sticking their nose in the air.

“You aren’t even a girl!” Asteria shrieked, grinning.

“Fair enough,” They nodded.

21. Post the last sentence you wrote in one of your WIP’s. - “Yep, now we’re just doing a final check to make sure we have everything,” The girl said without looking up.22. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied and a project is ultimately done for you? - ahh depends i havent really “completed” any big projects, but for short stories usually only one or two23. Single or multi POV, and why? - multiple because i have so many characters and none of them is really the /main/ character24. Poetry or prose, and why? - i love prose but tbh im a poet at heart i write a l o t of poetry

25. Linear or non-linear, and why? - linear, otherwise i get too confused26. Standalone or series, and why? - standalone, because i think the story im working on rn is only one book long. altho i do have another story in this world planned dont tell anyone 27. Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? - i share as i write

28. And who do you share them with? only sharing with @canipetyourdragon tho29. Who do you write for? - myself and my future readers30. Favorite line you’ve ever written. - for prose? “You complain so much I’m starting to think it’s a religious observance,” Siora said, leaning against the wall. the answer is dif for poetry tho31. Hardest character to write. - a s t e r i a i love her but shes not fully fleshed out yet. also shes so good32. Easiest character to write. - linde that snarky bastard33. Do you listen to music when you’re writing? - yep i have a playlist that reminds me of my story34. Handwritten notes or typed notes? - both35. Tell some backstory details about one of your characters in your story. - Siora was raised to be the right hand guard of the princess, but was exiled when she died.36. A spoiler for story? - the villain gets redeemed37. Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you. - hm i really dont know. writing wise, i love the quote “if the muse is late for work, start without her.”

38. Have you shared your outline of your story with someone? If so, what did they think of it? - I tell wyna about all my story shenanigans and schemes, and so far i think she likes it lmao39. Do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one.- not characters i like. sometimes background redshirts are based on people i hate so that i can kill them40. Original Fiction or Fanfiction, and why? - both. I love writing fanfiction, but i also have a lot of original stories to tell41. How many stories do you work on at one time? - only one at a time for me42. How do you figure out your characters looks, personality, etc. - a lot of the time it just comes to me, but i also answer ask memes like this as that character43. Are you an avid reader? -  y e s 44. Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. - hm im really not sure45. Worst piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. - most unhelpful? “it sucked ass” - daedalus46. What would your story look like as a tv show or movie? - o h dude i would love to see it as a movie it would be a really cool fantasy aesthetic omg the effects for the shapeshifters would be so cool to see

47. Do you start with characters or plot when working on a new story? - this story actually started with setting48. Favorite genre to write in. - YA isnt a genre is it? technically fantasy i guess49. What do you find the hardest to write in a story, the beginning, the middle or the end? - the middle for sure50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had. - idk abt story idea but when i was 12 i killed a character by turning him into a tortilla ¯\_(ツ)_/¯51. Describe the aesthetic of your story in 5 sentences or words. - fantasy eclectic influence and design.52. How did writing change you? - honestly writing poetry gave me a way to express my feelings safely. it honest to gods helped me stop self-harming.53. What does writing mean to you? - to me it means putting my ideas and thoughts and self into the world in a way that people (hopefully) read and enjoy54. Any writing advice you want to share? - start writing and dont stop. if you think that its crap, remember that everything starts as crap, and if you think no one in the world wants to read it, remember that i definitely want to read it if you tell me about it.

tysm for asking omg!

[studytothehd]

Studyblr asks

I was tagged by @vceandtea, thanks zoe! 1. How long have you had your studyblr? About a year and a half, I think 2. Why did you decide to make your studyblr? Studying had become a chore, I was in real need of inspiration, motivation and a positive influence 3. Do you have any other blogs besides your studyblr? Yup, my main personal blog, @les-hamiltables . If you're looking for a mixture of art, activism, fandom and memes, you've found the blog for you 4. How did you venture into the studyblr community? I don't really remember, I just saw some posts and decided to get in on the action 5. Did you have good study habits before making this blog? Yeah, they havent really changed all that much to be honest 6. Have you made any friends through your studyblr? One or two, I think 7. What do you think about the studyblr community? I think it's great, really supportive and positive. The 'aesthetic' can be annoying but I also kind of don't really care. I'm in it for the tips and solidarity, not for the pens 8. Do you do your homework as soon as you get home or late at night? Both. Just, always studying (I have no life) 9. What is your favorite stationery? I love things for desk organisation! Like magazine files and stuff, even though there's not enough room on my desk for them :( but also notebooks and pens and STICKY NOTES 10. What is your favorite piece of stationery you own? Hmm I really like my Staedler (?) fineliners, as well as my sticky note collection 11. What kinds of pens do you prefer? Anything that lets me write quickly and without smudging, preferably black and quite fine-tipped 12. Favorite book you’ve read for school? The Great Gatsby or Macbeth 13. Favorite studying apps? Um I don't know... Forest is pretty cute I guess? I do recommend the chrome extension Tab for a Cause - for every new tab you open, you earn a heart which translates into money you can donate to a charity. It's not exactly study related but it's a really great extension 14. What advice about studying changed your life? Work as hard as you can, but not at the expense of your physical, mental or emotional wellbeing 15. What quote has impacted you the most? "Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?" - Hamlet 16. What do you do when you’re feeling unmotivated? I take a break and make a cup of tea le go for a walk. If I'm really not getting any work done afterwards, I stop, because there's no use trying to work when you're just wasting time. But that doesn't happen too often! 17 Have you ever felt not good enough? Yeah... but I'm working on some positivity! 18. What is your organization system for school? Well usually I have a binder for each subject divided into topics, with the topic outline, notes, exercises, summary and assessment inside. But this year I'm trying something a little different, using just loose leaf paper for notes and work, and only one binder across the five subjects that I'll empty after each topic 19. How has having this blog changed you? I feel accountable to someone now, like if I'm not studying I'm letting down not just myself, but also people here 20. Do any of your friends from school know you have a studyblr? One or two, I think 21. What is your dream job? I have no clue... I'd love to work at the UN as a humanitarian worker, or perhaps with a non profit like Médecins san frontières. Or even a lawyer for people who wouldn't normally be able to access legal support, or perhaps an LGBT+ inclusive sex educator. Lots of things hahaha 22. How do you bounce back from a bad grade? I grouch and sulk a bit. But then move on, because in the end it was one test or exam and i know that doesn't define my whole academic life 23. Biggest academic achievement? I've gotten a couple of my school's academic awards, and also a raw 40 for methods this year which I was absolutely thrilled about 24. Do you keep a bullet journal? I Yup, sure do! 25. What was the last entry in it? I think it was a list of what to pack for the holiday I'm currently on 26. What is your favorite subject? Legal studies! 27. What is your least favorite subject? I don't know, I can usually study anything if I put my mind to it. I hated music though omg, I was so terrible and had so much stage-fright 28. Are you athletic? My sporting talents start and end with yoga, so no, not at all 29. What colleges are you looking at? Any that offer a Bachelor of I Don't Want to Make Life Decisions at 17 30. Are you interested in the arts? Which ones? I freaking love musical theatre but I am an untalented bean so am destined to be audience only. Also I can't afford theatre tickets why the hell are they so expensive 31. What majors are you thinking about? Crying 32. What extracurricular activities do you take part in? Debating, various sports (volleyball, softball), future problem solving, choir, Amnesty, our GSA 33. Do you need coffee to study? Nope, but I do need tea! 34. Do you pull all-nighters often? Nah I like sleeping too much 35. Do you drink energy drinks? Nah 36. Who has been a role model for you in your academic life? One of my friends, and also my English and history teacher in year 10 37. Do you have a favorite professor? I definitely used to, but I'm not sure anymore 38. Do you prefer to study with or without music? It depends... if I'm doing homework, I like music, but if I'm revising then I don't 39. Do you prefer to study alone or with friends?Deepnds who, but usually alone 40. What is your ideal way of learning? I don't know... I like to rewrite and summaries material, but I also have to hear it taught as well 41. Do you do well with lectures? Hm I prefer a more interactive style class 42. What is your note-taking strategy? A mix between Cornell style and Linear 43. Do you like giving presentations in class? Yeah, they're alright 44. How do you feel about group projects? I hate them 45. Have you ever lost a friend because of something academic? Nope 46. What are some changes you would make in your school? Bigger emphasis on the Arts and languages 47. Are you friends with any of the staff at your school? Not really friends, but I would say I'm familiar with several 48. Do you go to the library to study often? Omg the school library, during spares 49. Do you usually do your research online or from a book? Online! There are so many more resources. But I do research from books as well, particularly for history 50. Are you taking the SAT or ACT soon? Nope, we don’t have it in Australia 51. What SAT subject tests have you taken? None 52. What APs have you taken? (+ scores if you’re comfortable) N/A 53. Are your notes usually color coded? If it's necessary 54. Does the Pomodoro technique work for you? If I'm feeling unmotivated 55. How do you feel about highlighting? Only for when I'm rewriting/summarizing notes 56. Do you read your textbooks? How often? Depends on the subject, but usually just as we go along in class and in review 57. How good are you at aesthetic shots of your studying? Not very! My desk is always pretty messy and i struggle to find good lighting 58. How do you feel about school dress codes? My school has a uniform with really strict rules. I like the uniform, but all of the rules are extremely annoying 59. Is your locker organized? For the first week of school 60. Do you use loose leaf paper or notebooks for notes? Loose leaf 61. Do you prefer to learn by yourself or through an instructor? Definitely through an instructor 62. What languages do you know? English is my first language, and I'm okay at French 63. How often do you ask for extra help from a teacher? Not very often, even though I should 64. Do you consider yourself responsible? Averagely so, I guess. I'm responsible for myself, but no one else really depends on me for anything 65. How do you keep track of important deadlines/events? My billet journal and calendar 66. Do you go out often during the weekdays? I 'go out' to yoga with one of my friends, and starting soon to the gym with some others. Um, but that's all. 67. How do you balance social life with school life? I fail at that. I try to be social once or twice a month but... yeah that fails. 68. Do you have a tutor for any subjects? Nah 69. Do you always do your homework? Even if it’s not due? Yeah usually 70. Do you use your school planner? Nope, my bullet journal instead 71. How do you file your papers at home? I have a folder split into 'personal documents', 'urgent documents', 'documents to file' and 'other' 72. Do you use binders or accordion folders? Binders 73. Has a relationship ever distracted you from school? A little bit, but nothing drastic 74. What’s a mistake you’ll never make again in school? Assuming that I'm naturally good at school. That backfired. 75. Do you do extra work for classes? Extra work? I don't really understand the question, but I usually go above and beyond before tests and things. Especially in 3/4 methods last year! 76. Do you feel like you have a teacher to ask for recommendations? Yeah, a couple 77. Do you prefer top or bottom lockers? Bottom 78. Do you get lockers by your friends? All of the year level is in one room, so while I'm not next to my friends, they're all nearby 79. Do you prefer having classes with or without your friends? It depends who. I love my friends, but some of them can be really distracting! 80. Do you consider yourself just smart or hard working? Definitely hard working 81. Does your school have uniforms? Yep 82. Do you wear make up to school? I don't generally wear much makeup, but I do if I feel like it. Though for me, that's mascara, tinted moisturizer and maybe lip balm, nothing heavy 83. Do you have enough time to dress up in the mornings? I mean there's not much you can do to my uniform... 84. What is your favorite breakfast food before school? I like making a mango, banana and passion fruit smoothie to drink on the train to school 85. Do you take the bus or car to school? The train! 86. Do you always write important things down? Yep, I always have a pen with me so it goes straight in my bullet journal or on my hand 87. How many alarms do you have in the morning? Two on my phone, and then my dad of my light is still off 88. Do you prefer studying in the morning or in the evening/night? Definitely the evening/night during the week, but the mornings on the weekends 89. Do you prefer having your hardest class first or last? Neither? Just in between haha 90. What is your school’s schedule? 8:30-3:25, with 55 minute classes, and a 20 minute recess and 55 minute lunch 91. Do you tend to skip out on parties or hang outs to study? Only if I didn't want to go in the first place 92. Do you legitimately enjoy studying? Depends on the subject, but usually I do! 93. What is your favorite topic to study? History or law 94. What is your favorite way to study? Practice questions or summarizing notes 95. Do you study in your bed? Nope 96. How do you feel about sororities? We don't have them in Australia 97. What is your rooming preference for college? I will probably end up living at home during uni, but in a dream world I'd love to live in an apartment bike riding distance to uni, with one or two other people 98. Does your desk face a window or a wall? A wall, with the window right next to it 99. Do you prefer natural or artificial lighting when studying? Natural 100. Do you use flashcards often? Not really, I find that linking information together and learning it is more useful than just memorizing individual parts. 101.What’s the highest grade you’ve gotten on an assignment you BSed? Every history assignment last year, oh my god. I got full marks throughout the year except for one exam (where I got 99%) and I barely studied and didn't deserve any of the marks 102. Some of your favorite studyblrs? @vceandtea @arielsstudies @vcestudyblog @theoverstuffedpencilcase Just any vce blogs tbh 103. Do you consider yourself lazy? A little 104. Are you a slut for stationery? yeah 3 things you like about school - Learning, the people and friendships, the opportunities and co-curriculars 3 things you dislike about school The pressure, the emphasis on STEM, the uniform rules Thanks for the questions zo! I can't actually be bothered tagging anyone, just do this is if you want to :)

[whoranrantheworld]

❇ Mahoutokoro School of Magic ❇

Disclaimer: Most scenes are inspired by the original story.

Chapter One: Introduction

I am Nyaro Kojima, a student from Mahoutokoro School of Magic. Im on my 2nd Year now and i cant wait what possible adventures i'll experience this year. In Tengu House, we're called the Protectors. I dont even know why i was put in this house since im not really that type, my parents chose me this House. Im loyal and determined, but Protector? Uhm, maybe? Im no longer a day student, so i pack up all my things in my luggage and i can see my parents getting too emotional coz ill be gone for months. Of course, they can send me a howler anytime they want.

"Mom, im all set". I looked at my mom as i grab my small purse.

"Okay, your School's petrel will be here anytime soon". She hugged me and as if she doesnt want to let me go. Then we heard a loud swoosh on our roof, of course the other muggles wont hear it. I bid goodbye to my parents and wave at them before riding on the petrel's back.

We arrived at the palace which is by the way located on the topmost point of volcanic island called Minami Iwo Jima maybe after 10mins of flying with those giant storm petrels and, of course our house prefect are already waiting for us, we were instructed to follow them directly to Tengu's common room. I really havent had any best friends that i can call, i mean i have a lot of acquaintances, but no close friends that i hang out with or talk with all seconds of my life here. I saw Momoko and Yuki at the common's room lounge, they were pretty much my friends since were on the same year. I waved at them and they greeted back. I feigned a smile at them as i walk directly to my room. I immediately fixed my things, after i was settled , i walked back to where i found Momoko and Yuki and they asked me if i would be on the House's Quidditch meeting tonight.

"There's a Quidditch meeting?" I looked at them as they both nodded. I am one of the Tengu's Beaters, yknow those who hits the damn bludgers. I wanted to be the Keeper, but i cant take the Captain's spot since he havent graduated yet. I thanked them for telling me about the meeting before going back to my room and grabbed my purse. I immediately left the common room and ran to the palace's main hall. We usually do our meet-ups there, as i was walking, i passed by some other students from different houses, Kappa, Kitsune and Tanuki. I looked at them with my poker face even though some of them are familiar since i guess most of them is on the same year as me. Gosh, i should really learn how to be friendly, anyway, i arrived at the main hall, no one is around then suddenly there was a loud bang making the huge doors closed.

I immediately grabbed my wand, all our wands here are made by cherry wood and mine is mixed with Unicorn's hair and Akita's blood. I gripped it and prepares myself, i havent had a duel for 2 months, and duh im just on my second year. Its so dark, i cant see anything but i can hear footsteps. Damn, where is it coming from? I turned around and swoosh my wand, i need light. "Akira maxima", its a charm, a light creation spell used to light the tip of the wand. I walked to see who dared to play a prank on me when suddenly, i felt hands covering my eyes. I struggled and tries to let go from these hands, what if this person is trying to kill me. I felt my kokoro beating so fast then i started yelling and kicking the person behind me, and that person lets go then i tried to open my eyes, breathing harshly. The main hall's lights are all turned on, everything is clear already then i turned to face the person trying to kill me then i blinked my eyes again. "Eh?!"

I almost dropped my jaw when i saw the person in front of me, brunette-haired tall guy with that James Dean daydream look at his eyes, smiling like an enormous dumbo, our Captain~ Junnosuke Taguchi.

"Senpaiiiiiii~! If i only know how to throw a Cruciatic curse, i wouldve done it to you, yknow". I shrugged as i tried to compose myself.

"I was just playing with you,Nyan". He laughed as if he just won in a lottery or something then the other Quidditch Members appeared.

"Hey Nyan" Daiki Arioka, Jun Shison and Tina Tamashiro, our 3, always synchronized Chasers chorused as they greeted me.

"Yo!" My partner as a Beater, Yuto Nakajima greeted me with his kakkoi aura, then at the back giggling as she waved at me is our Seeker, the Kawaii angel but when she's on the field, she's a devil, Maika Yamamoto.

I smiled at them and greeted them in return.

"Okay, since we're complete. Lets start our meeting". Our Captain/Keeper Junno uttered as he grabbed his notes.

"As you all know, there will be a tournament and our first rival is the House of Kappa". Captain started as he looked at everyone.

"We should prepare and train a lot since we all know, that Kappa's Quidditch team are pretty good and ive heard they have a new Seeker".

"Eh? Who is it Captain?" Maika asked as she tried to carefully open the chocolate frog's box.

"He's a 2nd year student, Shintaro Morimoto " He read his notes and looked at us.

"Since its the first game of this year, we should give them a good fight right?" He looked at us again feigning a playful grin.

1st day of the new school year, everyone is excited. Wearing the robes that was given to us, as you all know, we we're given white robes when we were first accepted, then this robes will change its color when the wearer gained more experiences. When you see someone wearing a gold robe, that means theyre amazing aurors. So me, im on my second year, and im wearing a super pale pink robe, not because im turning into an amazing witch but its just because we won 3 matches in Quidditch last year. This year i want my robe to change its color but i feel like im a boring person. I wanna do something great, but someone like me seems to not be destined to greatness.

I walked out of the common room, i saw Suzu Hirose dropped her books, so i walked towards her and picked them up. She smiled shyly as i hand her books to her. I smiled in return and continue to walk my way to my "Transfiguration" class. I entered the room and of course, i saw an owl on the table. Professor Koyama Keichiro, transformed to an owl again. I heard Kato telling us stories that he always do that during Transfiguration class. I searched for a desk, the only available seat is beside a guy and he seems familiar, i guess we're on the same year. I sat beside him and he looked at me as he put his things aside to give me some space. Eyes like stabs me in my kokoro, thick eyebrows which really suits that evil eyes, and an aura of a full blooded Japanese auror. Why does my heart suddenly beat too fast ne? Is he scaring me? I tried to compose myself as i grabbed my quill and ink, then gulped.

"Hi, Masaki Suda desu". He muttered.

I kinda froze when i heard his voice, i cant look at him. I heard somehow huffed, maybe he thinks im a goddamn anti-social.

"Im from Tanuki, and maybe thats the reason why you dont want to speak to me, but its okay."

I can see him in peripheral view looking annoyed so, i gripped on my quill and shrugged as i face him.

"No thats not it, Uhm. Nyaro Kojima desu of Tengu. Yoroshiku." I bowed then immediately turned to Koyama-sensei as i heard his voice.

"Goodmorning class..."

I can sense Masaki-kun smiling as we continue to do some stuff in Transfiguration.

We talked from time to time and i felt comfortable beside him.

As we heard the bell rang, i immediately grabbed my books and smiled palely at him.

"Hey, do you wanna go our next class together?" He said with that annoying but adorable grin on his face.

"Uhm... actually i gotta go grab to my room first. You go ahead". I lied as i ran out from the class, leaving him dumbfoundedly.