#like why do you have to walk over a mile in corridors to get to passport control what's that about????

[ceiling-karasu]

I had a dream about the Ray Bradbury story All Summer in a Day (because a plane dripped water on me while I was trying to doze in my assigned seat?? Just decided to ignore that at least we were finally ON the plane at that point). That one where humanity has bases on Venus, and it rains all day except for the one time every seven years. Anyway, the classmates lock a girl from Earth in a closet because they think she is making things up about this 'sun' thing.

Which later somehow started making me think of Dalnim living in a small apartment by himself, but some misunderstandings make his classmates think he was living under a local bridge. Then one entire week, it rains super hard, and starts flooding rivers, and some of the classmates freak out and lock Dalmin in a school closet over night/the weekend 'for his own good,' on the idea that they don't want Dalmin to fall asleep and get swept away to drown. Which only increases everyone's misunderstandings of one another.

But yeah, in the dorms sounds nice! Plus, work-study programs where he and everyone else can find out about the archives and photography. Maybe Sena is a guest lecturer one day.

I don't know much about what high schools are like nowadays. I remember 7 classes, but some days you had to rotate (class A M-W-F at 10 am, class B T-Th at 10 am), so it was technically more.

I just wound up writing about Tokgasi because parts of Lightning Rod were starting to focus on the aftermath of Aekku's secret document. Like, was everyone caught in one swoop, or did some of the agents notice others getting captured and run off somewhere? And why is the Tokgasi group named after this one individual? Has he done operations like this before?

Personally, I am also kind of obsessed with Field Mouse Number 8.

We see that he was apparently not chosen by Aekku, but is still away on a mission somewhere. Why was he not chosen? Where is he? Will Mulmangcho disguising as him have repercussions? If he is a field mouse/dormouse, and was actually known reasonably enough around the base that Mulmangcho could disguise as him without anyone asking questions, then he was probably close to Commander Jogjebi like the other field mice. Which means he could be off on a spying mission somewhere as part of Jogjebi or the Special Forces' groups. If Commander Jogjebi is gone, what would that mean for his mission if he is on one?

Yeah, maybe the past parts are good to have first. They are entertaining to read, so far.

The layout would be for the farmhouse villa in Lily Bell. Technically I have it all written out in the story, so the details are already there and I can take some liberties. Nothing really seems to contradict itself, but making an actual schematic is hard. I'll have to do it by hand. But, I have figured out I can make something by hand, upload it, and then trace over something in another layer and hide the first layer. So that's nice. Less worried about merging layers and more annoyed that sometimes I can't use the fill function in certain sections anymore after random periods of time. I am learning to use layers when I make clothing, though.

I kind of wish I could have gotten to know my grandfathers, but they both passed away young due to issues with heavy smoking.

I was thinking 'beauty and gracefulness' for Nayeon, for reasons that will come out much later. But yeah, at the moment, they are just not letting Nayeon figure out the truth about Jollin, since her interest in helping the neighbor distracts her from missing her parents, I guess. Plus, she would be bonding with someone who is also missing their parents, from everyone else's perspective.

It wouldn't have been only a simple reference. I was planning on writing more chapters involving perspectives from Geumsaegi, Juldarami, and Flower Hill and their search/investigations to figure out what happened to Bamsaegi. Which would have included a lot of dredging the ocean floor for a bit, and secret internal investigations. So a bit of a duel story going on there. But a soft romance just seemed disrespectful.

Thank you very much for the feedback! It means a lot to me. Although I think the amount of research you put into your own stories is great as well! And you are way better at the naming conventions and Hangul than I could ever be.

Something I did while I was waiting for class.

I don’t know if she would be a new character of mine. But if she was, she would be working as an archivist or doing something based around culture. Idk. She isn’t a character I would place in OFP since she wouldn’t be a solider. She would have been exempted.

The quality came out a bit wonky

[justourimaginations]

A Welcome Diversion (Colter Shaw x Fe!Reader)

This is PART 1, if you want the steamy part of the story visit PART 2. They can both be read independently from one another.

PART 1

Summary: You run into Colter at a fundraiser and help him find evidence he's looking for. You have met once before and things turned steamy last time.

Trigger Warnings: kidnapping, kissing, guns, mentions of sex

2.2k words

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Your eyes searched the room for an excuse to escape the conversation with your former professor who hadn’t gotten more interesting in the past years and was rather just speaking even slower now. Every conversation with this man felt like a lecture, and in addition to his wandering eyes around your tight fitted dress, it was not a pleasant way to spend the evening.

Since you were an alumnus and a successful author you were invited to a lot of events at your former university. One of your old friends who was now a professor made sure to put your name on the guest list every time. But you weren’t one to complain about free drinks and food and an excuse to dress up.

“Oh, excuse me Professor, I just saw someone I haven’t seen in ages” you smiled at him apologetically. “I’m sure we will talk more later.” You took your leave before the man could reply and headed towards the bar and the man who had his back towards you.

“Colter Shaw” you said with a smirk, making the man turn around a little confused. Noone was supposed to know him here.

“Y/N?” Colter didn’t expect to see you again so soon. The last time he had seen you which was also the first time you had met, was a couple hundred miles away. You had helped him with a case because you knew some details about a woman who had disappeared. The end of the job had resulted in the two of you hooking up at your hotel room. He had to suppress a smile while thinking of that night.

“You clean up nicely” you complimented him, eying his black-tie look. He looked damn handsome. You also couldn’t help but remember how his hands roamed all over your body the last time you had seen him.

“Well, you’re one to talk, you look stunning” his gaze wandered over your body. Having him look at you like this was so much better than your professor. You were wearing a black evening dress with a slit and a modest neckline. Your hair was gathered in a bun at the back of your neck. Your make up was stronger than usual.

Colter cleared his throat. “I didn’t expect to see you here” he said and took a sip from his beer.

“I could say the same” you replied with raised brows.

Colter moved a little closer to you. You could smell his cologne. “I’m looking for a student, she went missing three days ago and I’m pretty sure her professor has her locked up somewhere” he told you in a hushed tone.

“Why would he do that?”

“Because they had an affair and she threatened to tell” he explained, taking another sip of his beer as if they were talking about the weather.

“Which professor?”

“Cameron Rodney, he teaches History” Colter said. “I thought he would be here, and I could follow him to wherever he keeps her.”

“I think I know where his office is” you thought aloud.

“Well, shoot” Colter said eagerly.

“If anything, I’ll show you, you won’t find it without me, took me weeks to find my way through this place.”

“Y/N…” he started but you interrupted him. He didn’t want to put you in danger, like the last time you helped him with a job.

“No point in arguing Colter” you stated and took the bottle from his hands, put it on the counter and lead him away from the crowd. He sighed and followed you into the hall, unable to not glance at your ass.

“You know you didn’t tell me what you were doing here” he said as he caught up with you.

“I was invited. I studied here and a friend of mine works here now, so he makes sure I get invited to the events with free booze and food” you smiled. Colter nodded amused. You took a few turns and walked down another corridor.

“This should be it” you said pointing to a door. A sign on the door confirmed what you said. Colter rattled the doorknob; it was locked of course. He took a few steps back.

“Hey, hey, you’re not going to kick the door in” you said your hand on his chest to hold him back. Colter rolled his eyes.

“Do you have a better idea?”

“Do you not know how to pick a lock in your line of work?”

“I do, but I don’t have any tools with me” he shrugged.

“Good thing, you have me” you smiled and pulled out two bobby pins from your updo, releasing a few strands of hair. “Will this work?”

Colter took them and started picking the lock, it took a few minutes but eventually it clicked, and the door opened. You followed him inside and silently closed it behind you. He pulled out a flashlight and started looking around.

“What exactly are we looking for?” you asked using your phone as a flashlight.

“Anything that might tell us where he is keeping her” Colter told you going through folders on a sideboard. Minutes passed as the two of you kept searching the office for hints.

“You know…”

“Sshh, someone’s coming” Colter whispered, putting a finger to his lips, so you would keep quiet. He looked around the room to find a place to hide the both of you. Your heart began beating faster. The steps in the hallway grew closer. Colter cursed at the lack of hiding spots in the room, but you had a better idea.

“Okay, come here” you commanded, seating yourself on the desk and pulling him in between your legs before loosening his tie.

“What are you…” he started but you stopped him by pulling his face to yours. It was like the air was kicked out of his lungs when you pressed your lips on his. His hands instinctively found their way to your thighs on either side of him, while your own hand was cupping his cheek, and the other one was pulling him close at his neck, buried in his hair. The door to the office opened, and the light turned on.

“Hey, this is a private office, get out of here” a security guy said shaking his head at the two of you. You pulled away from Colter in a hurry, got up and adjusted your dress. Colter cleared his throat and turned around.

“We’re really sorry” he said huskily and took your hand to lead you out of the room, your face flushed and with a smile on your lips. As soon as you stepped out of the building and headed towards Colter’s car, he looked at you, smirking.

“Good idea” he pursed his lips.

“Thank you” you winked at him. “I’d say this was a success.”

“We didn’t really find any evidence” Colter frowned.

“Check your pocket” you simply said with a proud smile. Colter pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and smirked when he saw what it was.

“So that was what your hand was doing there, I thought you were going for something else.”

“I still might.” You gave Colter a playful look and headed for the passenger side door.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Colter asked his brows drawn together.

“You didn’t think I would just find the location for you and then not come check it out, did you?” you asked in disbelief.

“Well, don’t you have to get back inside?”

“And do what? Let myself be gawked at by my former professor for a little longer?” you scoffed.

“I don’t want you to get hurt” his expression turned soft.

“Don’t worry, I can handle it, I have last time” you smiled, opening the door. Colter sighed, climbing into the driver’s seat.

“No, last time, you got one over the head” he scoffed and started the car. You rolled your eyes at him.

A few minutes passed. His phone lit up with an incoming call: Bobby.

“Hey Bobby, talk to me” Colter answered the phone on loudspeaker.

“Hey C, so I can’t find anything connecting our guy to these offices he is renting according to that receipt” Bobby sighed.

“He’s probably paying cash for it, no point in having a secret office if anyone can track you there” you suspected.

“Who’s this?” Bobby asked.

“Y/N Y/L/N” you introduced yourself.

“Y/N is helping me out” Colter added.

“Hang on, Y/L/N as in the author of…” Bobby concluded.

“Yup” you interrupted him.

“That’s awesome, any chance you can send me a signed copy of your latest book, I couldn’t get my hands on it yet” Bobby asked.

“Sure, I…”, Colter interrupted you, “Listen guys, I hate to break up this wholesome fan moment, but we do actually have a missing girl to find.”

“Sorry C, I don’t have anything for you, not even his phone was at the building.”

“Okay, thanks B, I’ll let you know if we need anything.”

“I’ll have Colter send you my number” you hurried to say before Colter could hang up.

You arrived at the building complex a few minutes later.

You followed Colter quietly, which was a task in itself since you were wearing heels. You made it up to the office. The door was locked, and Colter shot you a questioning glance, you nodded in approval. He kicked it open and entered his gun raised. The room was empty.

“Sh*t” he cursed and ran his hand through his hair.

“It doesn’t make sense” you said looking around the room. It was basically empty except for a desk, chair and cupboard. You walked to the cupboard and rattled the handle, it was locked. You looked at Colter and saw you were both thinking the same thing. There was something in there he didn’t want to be found. Colter walked over to you and with a strong pull the lock ripped. The cupboard didn’t have a back panel, instead it was placed to cover a door to a storage room. On the ground was a bag.

“This doesn’t look like it belongs to Professor Rodney” you stated the obvious. You exchanged glances with Colter.

“Call 911” he said, and you fished out your phone stepping a few steps away from him. He kicked in the door and shone his flashlight inside. A girl was cowering in the corner looking up in panic. You could hear Colter say softly “It’s okay, your father hired me to find you, I’m here to take you home.” Your heart fluttered at how caring his voice was and watched him help the girl out of the closet and over to the chair. You gave the police your location and what had happened and hung up, heading over to the student.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, you’ll be okay” you tried comforting her with a smile. She looked absolutely exhausted but nodded. Colter sighed and watched you, taking his phone out. You could see that he was frustrated that you hadn’t found the professor responsible.

“Colter!” you called out. It was only a split second in which you saw a metallic reflection behind him and with instincts you didn’t know you had pushed him aside, both of you tumbling to the ground. A bang followed by a shattering noise and a scream echoed through the empty room. Colter recovered quickly and took a single shot himself. He hit the shooter in his right shoulder making him drop his gun and stumble backwards. Colter got up quickly, kicking the gun away and planting himself in front of you and the girl.

“Don’t even think about moving” Colter growled at the professor, then glancing down to you.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice immediately softer.

“Yeah” you said getting up and walking over to the girl taking her hand.

You waited until the police came and cuffed Rodney and lead the girl outside. You followed them outside and to Colter’s car.

“What were you thinking?” Colter called out.

“Excuse me?” you retorted turning around to him in disbelief.

“Throwing yourself in front of a bullet? Are you f*cking crazy?” Colter replied still agitated.

“Oh, I’m sorry, here I was thinking I just saved your life” you threw your hands up in defence.

“You could have caught a bullet.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t. Starting to regret not letting you catch one though.” You scoffed. Colter sighed his jaw clenched. You tilted your head anticipating his response with raised brows. He bit his lip.

“Thank you” he finally replied, taking a step closer to you.

“Was that so hard?” you smiled, the anger leaving your face. You couldn’t have stayed mad at him anyways.

“I'll take you back to your car” he said and opened the passenger door for you. You nodded and climbed in.

He wasn’t used to someone risking their life for his, it was usually the other way around. He threw glances at you the whole drive over to the university where your car was parked. He pulled up next to it.

“So, this is goodbye?” you asked Colter trying to read his face.

“Well, um… I want to see Jessie home” he replied.

“And collect your reward?”

“It’s not about that.”

“Right” you nodded, not ready to say goodbye to him.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll make sure Jessie gets home and then meet you at your place in an hour” he suggested, a cocky sparkle in his eyes.

“Oh, no” you laughed, causing a look of confusion on Colters face, his smile fading. “I’m staying with my parents so, no. But… send me the location of your trailer and I’ll meet you there in an hour.”

Colter scratched his beard and nodded, the smile returning to his lips. “Deal.”

[novankenn]

Nora in : Tea with Jaune's family... Nora (Pt 2)

Nora groaned as she stiffly sat up. Bringing her hands up she rubbed her eyes, and then blinked a few times. Once she felt, partially awake, she looked around and her shoulders dropped.

Nora: Shit. I'm still here.

Bob(Beowulf): *Grunt

Nora blinks and noticed that Bob the Beowulf was holding out a silver serving tray with a perspiring bottle of water on it. Nora starts to reach out for it. She was dry... and thirsty... but she paused, and looked at Bob.

Nora: Is it... safe?

Bob(Beowulf): *Yips

Nora: I take that as a yes then.

Nora grabs the bottle and cracks open the cap. The snap of the untampered seal making her feel even more at ease. Tilting her head back she chugged greedily.

Nora: Ahhhhh. That was good. Thank you Bob.

Bob(Beowulf): *Yips

Nora: So where is everyone? Last I remember I was talking to... MILF me.

Nora watches as Bob the Beowulf sets down his tray and starts to head towards the exit of the sitting room. He pauses and tips his head in the direction of the door.

Nora: You want me to follow?

Bob(Beowulf): *Yips

Sighing, Nora rises from her chair, and after a quick stretch follows Bon the Beowulf out into a massive and ominous corridor. To Nora it felt like they walked for miles, though she knew that wasn't possible. She guessed she was more tired than she thought. However soon she found herself standing before an ornately carved heavy wood door.

Nora: Do I go in?

Bob(Beowulf): *Yips

Nora: Okay.

Nora presses her hands against the surprisingly warm wood and pushes the door open. Inside she finds a massive library. One rivalling the one at Beacon, that she knew she was spending too little time in, for her studies. She stepped inside and took a few steps, only to stop.

Nora: You made it! Hope your nap was at least a little restful.

Nora: Why didn't I end up back at Beacon? Every other time...

Nora: Because I need to talk to you further. There is more you need to know. To understand. So please come have a seat.

Nora eyed her MILF counterpart as she cautiously moved up a small set of stairs into a seating area. Plush seats sat about a low table... piled with open books. Nora's eyes opened wide, when she looked down. They weren't normal books... they were baby albums...

Nora: Are all of these?

Nora: No. These are a collection from all the realities I have traveled to. You see Nora... it's not always you and Jaune. Sometimes it's Jaune and Pyrrha, sometimes Jaune and Weiss... there are even a couple realities were it's you, Ren and Pyrrha.

Nora: Huh? How is that...?

Nora: Not everyone is the same gender in every reality, aside from us that is. In that reality Ren is Lia Ren.

Nora reached into the pile of baby books and pulls out one, and holds it out to Nora. She takes it and looks at the open page. It showed the entirety of JNPR ass smiling and happy... gathered about them a gaggle of children, all smiling brightly.

Nora: We... we look happy.

Nora: You are. In fact in every reality in which my message reaches you, or others... I've had this chat with Blake and Yang... everyone is happy.

Nora: And in the ones we don't listen?

Nora: Dead. Destroyed. Empty and void.

Nora:...

Nora: Some of those realities I arrived too late. Some ignored my warnings... but those are getting fewer and further between.

Nora: Why?

Nora: I'm getting better at explaining the situation, plus... having more than forty dozen baby albums to show others possibilities... happy possibilities works better than doom and gloom.

Nora: So what? Is this all supposed to make me drop my panties and let Jaune knock me up?

Nora: No. It's to open you up to the possibility that having a family is worth more than squashing grimm.

Nora: Then why all the doping!

Nora: Ah... we got a little over eager?

Nora: Sure... sure...

Nora: I'm serious Nora. This world will be much happier, warm and safer with your children involved.

Nora: How though?

Nora: Grandma-ma Salem. She's the Queen of the Grimm, and Jaune is her grandson.

Nora: Huh?

Nora: Get comfortable my dear. I'm about to tell you a story...

(Master List)

[laudthingcat]

synopsis: Cú Alter is done being targeted by Medb. You are done being chased around by Kiyohime. Maybe pretending to date each other will keep both away?

pairing: cú chulainn alter x fem!reader

cw; fake dating, au where dr. romani is still alive and well y-y, mutual pinning, slightly suggestive at some point, master (the reader) is more or less oblivious.

w.count: 2k

a.n: million thanks to @nagumoan for helping me out with this beautiful banner and also coming up with a title <3 @cursedmoonchild you were right.. i did enjoy embracing the fluff lol but i hope u like it hehe (i will know if you laughed at his name again) // reblogs are appreciated ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

m.list

Peaceful days are something rather rare around Chaldea. The multitude of servants you have summoned makes it rather impossible. While there are some very nice and helpful servants, there are some very chaotic ones too. 

Being the master, you try to make sure everything is fine and that all your servants are satisfied and happy in there. You know that there are some servants who don’t necessarily like you. Not the same way they like each other at least. You observed the relief that spreads into Medb’s eyes when she’s sent to farm alongside Cú Alter. You’ve seen the way that Achilles and Atalante work together, terminating all the enemies and bringing back whatever materials Dr. Romani asked for. And it’s not that they don’t extend the same faith in you, but there are times when you feel like an intruder. Times when you feel useless. But oftentimes, things aren’t necessarily what they seem on the outside. 

The main reason you feel like that is your need to help and protect others, and if you can’t do that, you tend to feel useless. But there are some problems that you can’t really take care of, or so you thought… 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Getting out of his room, Cú Chulainn Alter lets out a loud groan when he notices Medb at the end of the corridor, already heading his way. Saying that her obsession with him is tiring is not enough, no. It pisses him off more than anything and nothing he does seems to make her understand that he is not interested in her advances and flirt attempts.

He turns around and starts walking in the opposite direction leaving Medb pouting behind when she realizes he’s ignoring her again.

Cú Alter is used to the other servants seeing him as the coldest of the three. But one thing about Cú Alter is that he doesn’t care what others think. That’s why he is not surprised when even his master goes silent when he enters the same room. He notices the way you avert your eyes and bite your lip while Mash keeps on talking, not noticing the subtle change. 

Being a fighter, a berserker, he recognizes fear from miles, and that’s not it. 

He intimidates you, and he knows it. But how could you not be intimidated by someone like him? He’s imposing, extremely strong, and a killing machine. He grins when he feels you tensing up when passing by. Could it be that his master is that nervous around him? 

Cú Alter is not interested in any kind of relationship with anyone. All he wants is to kill and be left alone. But even so, he finds himself getting out of his room and roaming the halls of Chaldea more often than before, silently looking around in the hope of finding you somewhere around the place.

Day after day, he ends up watching over you for a bit before returning to his room or leaving to help in the battles. The one thing that annoys him every single day is that annoying snake that roams around you even though you always reject her advances and godawful questions. Everyone knows about Kiyohime’s obsession with the master, and he never cared much about it, but lately, it has been getting on his nerves.

The more he sees how annoying Kiyohime is, the more he realizes that you are in the same situation he is in with Medb. That’s when an idea crosses his mind.

“Listen, master, we both have someone we want to leave us alone. Why not pretend to be together to get rid of both?”

You blinked in surprise when you heard his question.

Cú Alter caught you when you were alone heading towards the cafeteria, and after placing a hand on the wall, he trapped you in between it and his body. His question took you by surprise but the more you thought about it the more you realized it may actually work. It was worth a try at least.

“Sure, let’s do that, Cú~”

And so you ended up spending most of your time with him outside the farming time. Much to everyone’s surprise, he’d be next to you everywhere around Chaldea, bring your food, accompany you to the training sessions even if he wasn’t participating, and always escort you to your room at the end of each day. 

Days and weeks passed and now you are more comfortable around him. His plan actually worked since Kiyohime and Medb didn’t even try approaching again after the first attempts when he scared them away, not before threatening them by saying that you “belong to him” and whoever dares touch what’s his will not make it out in one piece.

You’d be lying if you said that his declaration didn’t make your heart beat faster and cheeks burn, but you knew better. There is no way Cú actually meant that. He was just playing his role, and nothing more. You should be doing the same, but the more you play this role the more you find yourself hoping it was all real.

Even after he's accompanying you back to your room at the end of each day, all you can think about is him. Each thought you have makes your chest tighten and your heart hurt because you know it is all just a big lie. You end up crying yourself to sleep most nights, regretting getting yourself into this, seemingly easy, deal.

What you don’t know is that his very trained ears didn’t miss on hearing your sniffles and sobs. To say that he was utterly confused is not enough. Cú just assumes it is because of something he must have done wrong. He must have fucked up somewhere, somehow. 

Every single day he tried to change something in his attitude. He’d bring you a flower he collected from the forests he trained in. Genuinely listen to everything you’re saying, from the simple things that happened throughout your day to your worries and fears. He’d say that he only does it for the appearance, to make it seem real in case Medb or Kiyohime are stalking. And you believe him. But truth to be told, he does it because that’s what he feels like doing. 

Cú may have only gotten into this at first to get rid of Medb, but as time passed he found himself falling in love with you. At least that’s what he thinks it is. 

Even though he seems like a cold and stoic man, every time you’re close to him he prays you won’t hear his heartbeat that ends up beating like crazy, almost as if it is trying to give his feeling away. He can’t help it. The way your wide, innocent eyes, sparkle in excitement whenever you see him approaching, a smile always present on your face. 

You are the sun, while he is all darkness. He’s afraid his actions will end up fading your light. 

Even when he is having bad thoughts, you end up dragging him out of them somehow. Sometimes, even a simple sentence completely stuns him.

“I’m really happy to see you, Cú.”

Cú finds it really hard to stay composed when you say stuff like that. Hearing your sweet, lighthearted voice, along with the way you look up at him and slightly jump on your toes - it’s like you’re trying to make him fall for you.

And it is working. 

He sighs when he realized how deep he has fallen. Seeing your adorable face, all he wants to do is kiss you. Cup your face and make it official, not just some lie. But you’re his master, and you couldn’t possibly fall for a brute like him. He’s a berserker. You would be more fit with one of his more cheerful versions. Yet here you are, smiling and cheerfully chatting with the other servants, by his side. 

You could have refused his offer. You could have said no and just ask somebody else to do it. Maybe you only accepted out of fear, or maybe you didn’t. But one thing he knows for sure, and that is that he doesn’t want it to be a lie anymore.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The hallway is silent.

Everyone has already retreated to their rooms and he was planning on doing the same before you took him by surprise with your question. 

“Can you stay with me for the night?”

You have been feeling sadder and sadder with each day passing and you wanted to have a talk with him. The thought of him not feeling the same was crushing your heart, but you’d rather ‘break up’ than keep suffering. 

Cú hesitates, nearly turning around and heading toward his own room, his mind flooded with hundreds of different scenarios.

Why would you ask him that? Did you have any idea how dangerous it was to ask one of your male servants such a question? Were you out of your mind? But looking back at your nearly teary eyes and saddened face, he steps inside without commenting anything.

After hopping on your bed, you tapped on the empty space next to you, inviting him to join you. And so he did. The bed felt so much smaller now that he was next to you. You quickly felt your cheeks getting hot as you thought of how easily he could turn around and completely tower over you, trapping you underneath his body. 

Seeing your flushed face Cú chuckled. What could possibly go on through that little head of yours? 

“So, why am I here?” 

Cú broke the slightly awkward silence. 

Hearing his question, you remain quiet for a moment. Lifting your face to meet his gaze, you mindlessly place your hand on his cheek, your thumb gently touching the red tattoo that was resting beneath his eye.

“I guess i want to know how you feel about me?”

Out of all the questions, this is not the one he was expecting.

“How i feel about you?” he repeats the question as if trying to process it.

You nod your head as you bite your lip and furrow your eyebrows. You’re anxious and he can tell by how cold your usually warm hand is against his face. 

“ I... I have feelings for you Cú.. “ he froze. “But if they are onesided... I am afraid I cannot continue with the lie. It hurts more than I thought it would.”

A million thoughts rush through your read as you realize there is absolutely no going back now.

“But if, maybe… you feel the same way… if you also feel something..”

Cú’s slowly blinking in surprise, now realizing that was the reason you asked him to stay. 

He would be lying if he said he doesn’t have feelings for you. He respects you as a master, but his feelings have long surpassed the master and servant relationship.

Without saying anything, Cú placed his hand on top of yours, taking it and placing it on his chest, allowing you to feel his heartbeat. Then he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips. He smiled into the kiss when you deepened it, realizing that you wanted that just as much as he did. 

Getting a bit carried away, he captured both of your wrists and pinned your hands above your head, now truly having you trapped beneath his body. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his other hand rest on one of your hips, keeping you in place. Soon after he moved to your jaw and neck, leaving sloppy kisses and his marks, making sure that everyone will know who you belong to officially now.

You open your eyes when you feel your hands are free again and quickly cup his face admiring his beauty. 

“Was this good enough to show you how I feel, master?”

You smile and happily nod your head, pulling him back in for another kiss. 

Cú spent the night with you, and every single night after that too.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it <3

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Finding Home - Chapter 6

We lived in the alcove for several weeks before we had to move. 

I was bigger and stronger, and could travel for miles without tiring. Sirius, for all his strength as a dog, was thin and ragged. I found myself mimicking him as we encountered little food. I became very skilled at hunting rats to survive. 

The mountains surrounding our little home were rugged and unforgiving. The animals that spotted our approach left in a hurry. Once, I attempted to bring down a small deer, but before I could land the killing blow, Sirius stopped me, knocking me over and causing a small rockslide over the cliff edge. 

I learned my lesson about killing deer. 

We made our next camp in a forest that had so much magic in the air I could taste it on my tongue. We lived on the border of a wolf pack, wolves that were huge and graceful and alive. Their coats were glossy silver, and their eyes were almost human. I was mesmerized by them. 

Sirius liked them, too. “They’re Moony’s pack,” he told me, roasting a rabbit we’d caught over a fire. “When we were younger, the four of us would run wild out here. Moony and Prongs and Wormtail and I . . .” 

He sighed and looked directly at me. I whined and sat up, watching him intently. 

“We’re here to kill Peter,” he told me. “I don’t give a shit if they send me back to Azkaban, I don’t give two fucks if my soul’s sucked out of me. We’re going to find Peter.” His voice hardened. 

“And we’re going to kill him.” 

That night, I dreamed. 

I was sitting at a table, with Sirius, Peter, and Remus around me. I stared at each of them. “Dumbledore says that Voldemort is after my son,” I said, looking into each of my best friends’ eyes. “We need a Secret-Keeper. Someone to keep our location quiet, until Voldemort is brought down.” I swallowed. “And we want one of you to do it.” 

“It can’t be me,” Remus said immediately. “I’m spending half my time with the werewolf pack. If someone gets something out of me, we’re screwed.” He stood and walked away, out of the room. “I can’t be here. I’m sorry.” 

Peter hesitated. It looked as if he wanted to say something, but stopped. “Can we think about it?” 

I nodded. “You have one week. Decide among yourselves who it should be.” 

Sirius and Peter nodded grimly, and left. 

Shortly after, there was a flash of green light, and a cold, high voice screaming, “AVADA KEDAVRA!” 

And then the world went black.

A week passed in the new place, and I sensed something broken, like the chasm of old grief that seemed to consume Remus. 

Sirius was in dog form, walking across the camp. I followed him, keeping my body low like he’d taught me. We emerged from the forest at the edge of a long stretch of grass, leading up toward a castle, perched on a cliff. Hogwarts, I thought, and the name took me by surprise. Where did I remember this? And why was it coming now? 

I shook off my fur and followed Sirius as he crept toward the big oak front doors. We slipped inside, our claws making a clipping sound on the flagstones. The danger was palpable, and I could feel the fear radiating off of Sirius’ shaggy black coat. 

He crept up a set of white stairs, relaxing as he turned the corner and trotted down a long corridor. I was just behind him, a loyal follower. 

Sirius transformed as we emerged into another corridor, one with a painting of a fat lady wearing a pink collared dress. She looked terrified at the sight of us. 

“Password?” she asked, glancing over my skinny body and small stature. 

“I don’t have a password,” Sirius hissed, and the venom in his voice scared me. “Let me in.” 

“I can’t let you in without a password,” the painting said, shrugging. I wagged at her familiar voice. 

Sirius scowled, taking out a long knife he used to cut up meat. “Let. Me. In,” he said, taking a step forward. 

“No,” she said, and he attacked. 

He cut long, deep strokes in the painting. She screamed and raced out of the portrait. I barked and followed her. 

Sirius transformed into a dog and raced after me, letting me guide him out of the castle and back to the Camp. He turned back into a man. “Easy,” he whispered once we reached it. He reached out his hand and ran it along my side. “Easy.” 

We’d done it. 

We’d broken into Hogwarts. 

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Pomegranate didn’t understand why she needed to save Licorice.

The only thing he’s useful for is controlling the Licorice Sea, but in the end, Dark Enchantress will have dominion over the world so what was the point?

Nonetheless she did as instructed. Quickly hurrying over to the Dark Cacao Kingdom…

But what she saw was the most and utter disgrace to the darkness as ever…

Dark Choco: You know it won’t obey you if you keep bossing it around…

Licorice: It will eventually! Come on!

The lazy wizard was prancing around with the traitor! And worst of all Dark Choco Cookie didn’t seem to be reprimanding him.

Licorice fell off the Cream Wolf landing head first into the snow…

Licorice: Ugh…

Dark Choco: Soo…?

Licorice: Fine! We’ll do it your way! But I assure you this Cream Wolf is just stubborn!

Dark Choco: Thatta boy, come on, I’ll show you the ropes…

She had to confirm for sure…

On that night, she snuck into the Citadel…using her magic to conceal her from the guards, getting in and finding where Licorice was being confined…

A measly little cell…the guards said it was a precaution as the King didn’t seem to trust him yet…

She opened the door and loomed over the sleeping cookie.

Licorice: Mnh…? Agh! Pomegranate Cookie?!

Pomegranate: Silence! Do you want to get caught?!

Licorice: How did you get in here?! Nevermind…

Pomegranate: Come now…Let’s go…

Licorice:…

Hesitantly, Licorice followed Pomegranate Cookie to her second assignment, kidnapping Dark Cacao Cookie. They snuck into his quarters and tried to ponder how they could bring him back unnoticed.

Pomegranate: I’ll use my mirror to keep him asleep…you set up a path…

Licorice: They changed the underground route…but I think I know the way…

Pomegranate’s worries were slight repelled…perhaps Licorice was loyal after all, she placed the King to sleep, and used her mirror to inform Affogato and Poison Mushroom of the plan…

They got to the underground paths underneath the citadel…

Till Licorice stopped…

Pomegranate looked back, holding the unconscious form of Dark Cacao alone…now that Licorice refused to carry it…

Pomegranate: What?

She was irritated, Licorice looked away with an empty expression.

Licorice: I’m sorry…Pomegranate…

Suddenly they were surrounded by multitudes of Watchers, all raising their weapons and bows at Pomegranate, Dark Choco walked in, standing behind Licorice and solidifying his betrayal.

Pomegranate: You backstabber! You dare betray Our Master?!

Licorice: You mean your Master? Last I checked she only favored you, oh Perfect Pomegranate Cookie…Then there’s me, oh fail-one-too-many-times Licorice! Surely you wouldn’t notice if I was gone…FOR A WHOLE YEAR!

Pomegranate: You can’t be swayed that easily by their appearance Licorice…but you…you are a coward like you always were-

Licorice: A coward?! What about you?! Once you make a mistake you use others to back you up! You didn’t even think about me didn’t you?! I was just as expendable to the group as you were!

Pomegranate: We are all expendable to our cause!

Licorice: What about Poison Mushroom Cookie?!

Silence echoed around the room.

Licorice: What about them?! They’re just a kid! You want them to end up like us too?!

Pomegranate: Quiet!

Licorice: Want to know something Pomegranate? If you really wanted to keep us in your little cult, maybe you should’ve treated us better!

Licorice: But instead you drive us away! We would’ve gone the extra mile just to be treated like Poison Mushroom, but instead you hurt us and expect us to be loyal!

Licorice: Dark Choco Cookie betrayed you because you pushed him away! I betrayed you because you couldn’t even begin to treat me like I deserved!

Pomegranate: Enough!

Licorice: You listen here! I’m going to spend my days redeeming myself in the Dark Cacao Kingdom, no matter how long! And I will make sure, that I WON’T BE IN YOUR SHADOW!

Silence filled the area, Licorice’s words echoing through the corridors…he panted, letting all his anger out.

Dark Choco: Take her.

The Watchers were about to take her away as she screamed curses at Licorice, not long after field of poison smoke filled the room, Dark Choco covered his nose, shielding Licorice from the gas…unable to fight back as Affogato and Poison Mushroom arrived at the scene, quickly they carried his father away, as Dark Choco struggled…

Pomegranate used her mirror to counter him, sending him back under that transic spell…causing him to pass out…

When they came to, he was informed of the mess that was created…Licorice was sent back to his cell keeping his oath to redeem himself of his crimes…

Dark Choco sighed as he loomed the failure of saving his father…but…he can be a bit happy for Licorice and his accomplishment…it will be a long journey of healing but eventually Licorice will find his place in the world…

Right now…Dark Choco needs to secure his…

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Stranger In the Woods

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Chapter 1 – Frankie

I honestly hate my job. I let out a sigh as I sign out of my computer after my fourth 10 hour shift this week. I thought being an estate agent for Hamilton’s meant I could just show people around luxury homes in the countryside, tell them how amazing this opportunity is and then go home. Never in a million years did I think it would entail me having to suck my bosses tiny dick because his wife refuses to and I’m an easy target.

Adrian Hamilton is a nasty, dirty piece of work and now I must spend the next 45 minutes with him in his dingy little office until he ultimately blows his load all over my face.

As I go to leave the building I hear his footsteps, boom boom boom. I instantly feel sick, why me? ‘‘Frankie, I hope you haven’t forgotten what you get paid extra for, my darling’’ everything about this man gives me anxiety. He is about 90 (he is not, he’s probably only about 50) I suppose it’s better me rather than Stephanie, she’s only 19 and wouldn’t be able to handle it. At least I can try and forget it happened when I’m back home.

I follow him down the long poorly lit corridor holding back the bile I can already feel rising up my oesophagus. It seems to take an eternity, to get to the office (if that is what you can call it). ‘Get on your knees for me Frankie, you know the drill’ as if I am a robot. I drop to my knees and open my mouth waiting for him to place his small shaft inside and I just suck, no hands, no sounds, I just suck until he finishes and as usual, he blows all over me.

Once he puts his dick away and leaves, I go to the staff bathroom and wash my face with antibacterial soap. I scrub and I scrub to get rid of every trace of him. Once I feel like I can’t possibly scrub anymore I get ready for the drive home, I walk towards the doors and set the 3 security alarms.

I think it is about time I talk to Erica about what’s going on at work. She will be furious that I’ve not told her before now but let’s be real, I need this job. This has been happening since the second week of my being here, 3 years ago, so its safe to say I’m pretty used to it now.  

I’ll call her when I’m home I go out to the carpark and my car is the only one left, a dark blue 2002 Ford Fiesta parked right in the back corner, it’s raining, but it’s just that fine rain that get you soaked through.  I get in and prepare for the 30-minute drive home just as an alert pops up on my phone, The road I normally take is closed due to an RTC so now I have to take a detour. Eugh It’s fine it will just add about 20 minutes onto my journey,

I never liked driving this way through the woods, it freaks me out. There’re no lights, no houses, nothing for miles. Just darkness and shadows from the moon.

BANG

‘What. The. Fuck was that?’ I say aloud. Great, I think my tyre has popped. Of COURSE its popped in the thick of the deep dark woods. I grab my phone and try to call Erica to tell her what happened before I get out to put my spare wheel on, so she knows where I am if anyone tries to murder me.

Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring.

No answer, brilliant. Why does she never answer when I actively need her?

20 minutes later I’m dripping with sweat and covered in oil but thankfully my spare wheel is on. I am just putting my jack away and wiping the oil from my hands when I hear something, crunching maybe. I cannot decide if it’s an animal or if I’m going to die. I don’t hang around to find out I just quicken my pace to a run so I can get in my car and drive home without looking back  

I circle around to the driver’s side of the car, look in the reflection of my window and that’s when I see him. I am only assuming it’s a ‘him’ because I’m sure I’ve never met a woman who creeps around the woods at 9pm on a Wednesday evening, because that’s, well…. creepy.

I stare at the figure in my window for what feels like an eternity but all I can make out is that whoever this is stands at about six foot seven, which means they could overpower me easily as I am only five foot six. Well fuck, I need to get out of here now!

I get in the car and turn it over, put it into gear and I’m away. I drive like my life depends on it because I think it does... I slam my foot down on the accelerator so fast I’m wheel spinning and ever so slightly losing control. Calm down. I take a breath and slow down just enough so that I can gain control of the car. Once I feel more at ease, I start speeding up again so can get out of the woods before being followed or killed.

I pull into the driveway of my 1-bedroom cottage, get out the car and rush inside fumbling around with the keys trying to get them in the lock before anyone sees me. Before ‘he’ sees me. I’m not a detective but I’m about 96% sure he followed me home. I don’t know how because there were no cars near where I saw him, and nobody can run that fast. I just have the feeling he’s watching me.

I get inside lock the door, close all the curtains and check the lock again, I flick the kettle on get myself a mug and go and run myself a hot bubble bath, I need it after the day I’ve had. Walking back into the kitchen I flick the kettle back off ‘fuck this I’m having a cocktail’ I try to video call Erica while making myself a sex on the beach, she is my best friend in the world but she’s about as reliable as a car with no engine. I’m sure she will ring me back, probably when I’m in the bath.

I adore a bubble bath; however, something doesn’t feel right. I feel like I’m being watched, which is impossible because all my curtains are drawn, and the lights are all off apart from the small lamp in the bedroom and the light from my candles around the tub so I’m absolutely sure nobody can see me or get in the house however that doesn’t help the uneasy feelings I’m having.

I finish my cocktail and lay back in the bath letting the water cocoon me, I take a few deep breaths and submerge my face…

1……2…….3……..4……..5………6…….7……8……..9………10.

I come up for air feeling a lot calmer now than I did before. Its just my imagination playing tricks on me, I think. I climb out and find my towels, one for my body and one for my hair.

I lay on my bed the towel falling away from my curves, I lean over to my bedside drawer and pull out my vibrator, I turn it on and remove my towel completely. I still have some water dripping off my body onto my bed, with my free hand I start to play with my nipples slowly pinching them every few seconds for a little bit of pain with the pleasure, my other hand goes down towards my pussy, the vibrator slides over my clit and instantly my hairs stand on end and I get goosebumps, I’ve not done this for a while, I’m not usually in the mood after work but the stranger in the woods has ignited something inside of me. Am I weird? I don’t care, stop thinking about that and get back to what you were doing. I move my fingers away from my nipples and down my body towards my opening, God this stranger has made me so wet. I slide my fingers inside, curling them towards my G-spot while circling my clit with the vibrator, its only been about 15 minutes but I can already feel my orgasm building  in the pit of my stomach, I turn up the vibration setting and start to move my fingers in and out, faster and harder until I can feel my vision darken as the orgasm starts to take over my entire body, it feels like the world stops on its axis as I can no longer see anything but stars. ‘Oh Fuck’ I choked as I hit the peak… sweating, covered in my own cum I drag myself off the bed and get back into the shower, clean myself off, climb into bed before ultimately passing out.

[jerzwriter]

Objections: A Twist of Fate (1/3)

Book:                   Crimes of Passion (Book 2)

Pairing:                Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose)

Category: Chapter Rewrite - Ch. 4

Rating:                 Teen

Series summary:   I think one scene could have been expanded on, one should have been added, and one could have been better. So, I took a stab at it (pun intended ).

Part One: The king and queen command Trystan's presence, and he won't go without Carolina at his side. What transpires leaves them both stunned.

Words: 1,475

A/N: This is the first time I've ever written fanfic for a series that isn't completed, so it's a little different experience for me. Who knows what will happen in the future (so some of this could be dispelled in canon), but I think Chapter 4 deserved better, so this is my take. All three parts will be posted before Choices releases Chapter 5 is released next Wednesday.

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Parts in italics are direct from the story.

The silence was practically deafening. If not for the sound of their footsteps echoing through the cavernous marble corridors, it would have been easy to believe that the world had ceased to exist. Although their discomfort was palpable, it had nothing to do with the guard walking behind them, sent to ensure Trystan would make it to the desired destination. The guard was of no concern; they knew they could easily take him if desired, but other things weighed heavily on their minds.

Medieval castles were as familiar to Trystan as the local bagel shop was to Carolina. So he was unaffected by the suits of armor, elaborate murals, and questionably begotten jewels that lined the hallways through which they traveled. Carolina was another story. She wasn’t a woman who was easily intimidated. But Drakovia, and this very existence, left her feeling like a fish out of water. Miles away from normal, she was out of her league, and her grip on Trystan’s hand unconsciously tightened.

From almost the beginning, and without their consent, Trystan and Carolina felt like kismet. Easily in tune, they were somehow able to anticipate the other’s needs before they even occurred. At any other time, Trystan would have noticed that simple motion and been aware of how anxious his partner was, but today, it went unnoticed.

Carolina was longing to get this over with, close this chapter, and return to normalcy in New York. But Trystan was already wondering what the future held. This wasn’t New York; it wasn’t a democracy – especially not for him. His parents summoning him... from the same room? He knew nothing good could arise from this. More trumped-up charges? A public admonishment? An agenda, yet unseen, that he was unwittingly being made a part of? Whatever lurked behind the ornate door being opened before them would not be pleasant, and Trystan would be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid.  

Carolina let out the tiniest sigh of relief when they entered. It wasn’t the palatial space she imagined, but a tastefully decorated room, modest by palace standards, and family members filled every corner. But Trystan took no such relief, and she was about to understand why. A gathering of Thornes wasn’t something that happened by choice, and it was rarely a pleasurable affair.

The queen sat in the center of the room, as austere and formal as ever, and raised her head when they entered. In direct contrast, King Maksim leaned casually on the wall behind her, smiling with ease when his eyes fell on his son.  

“Trystan!” He beamed. “You’re actually on time. I told your mother you could pull it off.”

“Hello, Father,” Trystan grinned, and as the two men embraced, Carolina's heart warmed as she saw a hint of the carefree man she knew return.  

There were too many siblings to count, and they were already grouped by allegiance. Enraged as always, Bas seemed eager to end the charade, while his brother Vasili seemed to welcome the event. Uninterested, Astrid made her position clear: a mimosa and friends thousands of miles away would always be preferred over this nonsense, and Carolina couldn’t say she blamed her.

As usual, Marguerite rose above the fray, settling next to her mother on a long sofa on the edge of the room. When she spotted Carolina, she jumped in for the save, offering her the seat beside her. From there, she watched the drama unfold until another Thorne sibling detected her presence.

“Why is she here?” Trystan’s younger sister, Emika, whined. “This is family business. Trystin’s little wanna-be lawyer shouldn’t be here!”

Carolina was about to retort when Trystan jumped in.  

“Carolina is much closer to family than any of you, Marguerite, notwithstanding. Neither of them has attempted to imprison me.”

“You’d think they’d be happy I proved their brother’s innocence,” Carolina whispered to Marguerite, who contained a laugh.

“Fat chance of that.”

“Are you still hung up about that?” Kasper, yet another brother, groused. “You have to let that sort of thing go, Trystan!”

“It happened yesterday,” Carolina chortled. “Surely a little more time would be required for that.”

Various sibling quarrels filled the corners of the room, and King Maksim in to control things.

“Simmer down, children. The queen and I have one announcement to make. Then you can return to your squabbles.”

“Of course, Father,” Vasili jumped in. “We’re listening.”

“Given the outcome of yesterday’s trial, the queen and I have decided to reinstate Trystan as the heir to the Drakovian throne.”

“What!” Trystan gasped. “You... you can’t be serious!”

Equally as surprised, Carolina shook her head in astonishment. “You expect him to return like nothing has happened?" She blurted before thinking. "After how horribly you’ve treated him?”

The entire clan turned to stare daggers at the unwelcome guest.

“Don’t mistake our tolerance for your presence here as permission to speak, New York,” Lydea threatened.

“I believe I made clear how little your threats meant to me back in New York, Lydea. Trystan is right; I’m more family than the lot of you, and I’ve seen the effect exile had on him. I think you have a lot to atone for before they ask him any favors.”

The buzz in the room grew louder, and many faces turned red. Only Queen Viktoria appeared undisturbed by the reaction. She silently studied Carolina before replying.

“Your concern is noted, detective,” she stated. “But ultimately changes nothing. Trystan has a duty to the crown.”

“A duty!” Bas fumed. “He’ll destroy everything Juliana fought for!”

“Chin up, children,” the king interrupted. “Your parents love you equally, etcetera, but Trystan has been training for this his entire life.”

“My entire life save the past eight years,” Trystan spat.

Quickly losing her tolerance, the queen clapped her hands together. “Enough!” She commanded. “Now that Trystan has been absolved of guilt, he will resume his duties, and he will perform them with the decorum expected of a Drakovian heir. Have I made myself clear!?”

Her words and her tone had everyone scrambling, and Carolina watched in horror as the man she knew appeared to crumble before her eyes.

“... Yes, Mother,” Trystan frowned sheepishly.

“You can’t be serious,” Carolina muttered under her breath.

“Preparation begins now,” Viktoria stated. “The rest of you can take your leave.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Carolina exclaimed as a flustered Marguerite ushered her out of the room.

“Carolina, not now.”

She turned to take a final look at Trystan, standing crestfallen, as she was pulled through the doors.

“I’ll show you to your suite,” Marguerite began as if nothing unusual had happened. “I think you’ll find the guest quarters quite comfortable.”

“Comfort? Comfort isn’t what I’m thinking about right now. I need to help Trystan.”

“I don’t think you understand what just happened. This isn’t something Trystan can just walk away from.”

“Really? I know Trystan likes to trash the American educational system, but I do remember a thing or two, and abdication is a thing. They can’t force him to rule.”

Marguerite sighed wearily. “I understand your concern. I really do, but you’re out of your league right now. Don’t do anything rash. Trystan is going to need you.”

“And it’s always all about what Trystan needs,” Bas seethed from across the room.

Once again, the siblings broke out into debates over succession and which children deserved recognition. But Bas turned all of his ire on Carolina.

“This is all your fault!" He shouted. "You should have stayed in New York.”

Carolina broke into laughter. “What a delightful family! I have never been more grateful to be an only child! You would have been happy to see your brother go to jail for a murder he didn’t commit? For what? So you could move up one step in the pecking order for a job Trystan doesn't even want?”

“Are you sure about that, Carolina?” Vasili questioned ominously. “And more to the point, does what he wants even matter?”

“What Trystan wants matters to me! I can see why my caring for him seems to be a novel concept to the man!" Carolina hollered as Marguerite dragged her away.

While she made sure to put her bravado on full display, Vasili’s words haunted Carolina as she waited for Trystan’s return. Pacing her suite, she fumed over the injustice. They were able to save him... and for what? For him to live a life he didn’t desire? She gulped as dread coursed through her; perhaps a life... that wouldn’t include her?

Carolina's life hadn't been easy. Punctuated by loss and pain, she happily shut out even the idea of love. She was comfortable with the life she led when Trystan Thorne barrelled into it and turned it upside down. Her past self would have mocked her for allowing herself to get into this position. If she followed the rules, she'd be back in NY, her heart protected and safe. But she had no regrets and wasn’t about to back down. She marched over to a mirror and looked at her reflection with determination.

“I didn’t travel halfway around the world to save him just to let his life be taken from him anyway. No,” she resolved. “There is an out, and I will find it. These Thrones will not beat this Rose!”

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A Shade Darker Than Red: Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

The same day. 15:01.

I felt Paro long before I saw her.

The way the leaves rustled and nodded towards the sky, the way the red seemed to clear away. 

Next, I heard her.

Firm, sure footsteps resounded on the pavement. I imagined her walking towards me with her head held high, an earthen cup of steaming black tea in her hand.

And finally, I saw her.

She looked like the rich (sort of extra, if you ask me) businesswoman she was meant to be, exactly how I imagined her—except she hadn’t seen me yet.

The moment she saw me, her façade slipped and a wide grin spread over her face. Her free hand almost reached up to cover her teeth. Almost. 

She ran towards me, and all I remember is that I kept telling her not to drop the tea. The next thing I saw was her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her stupid face grinning at me. 

“We literally had a tickle fight an hour ago,” I said, pushing her off. Oh God, what was I going to do with this love?

“I know,” Paro said, still grinning. “Being away from you for an hour made me miserable.”

“Hey! I’m supposed to be the poet here!”

Paro swatted me on the arm before downing her tea in one go. “Shut up and give me the ice cream.”

“Say ‘please’.”

“No.”

“Fine. Just because I’m nice.” I fished out the plastic bag, the faint silhouette of a two-in-one cup and an orange packet showing.

Paro flashed me a victorious grin before dipping her hand into the bag, snatching the two-in-one cup for herself. What a Disney villain. 

“Won’t you have yours?” she asked me.

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“Why?”

“Not hungry.”

Paro eyed me suspiciously for a moment before shrugging it off. Something told me that her brain was working at the speed of a million miles per hour. 

I turned to look at the sky. It was red. 

Red.

Red.

What a familiar word.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” I whispered, mostly to myself.

Paro glanced at me. “Hm?”

“The sky,” I repeated. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Paro looked up, squinting at the midday sun. “Dude, how are you even looking at that? You’ll damage your eyes, Renu!”

Her words seemed to be coming from a faraway corridor. I looked down at my hands. Were they really my hands? Why was the sky red again? Things were getting better. Things were getting better, weren’t they?

Focus, Renu. Tickle fight. Paro. Paro. Paro.

As if on cue, Paro slipped her fingers through the gaps between mine. “Renu?” she asked softly.

I stifled a gasp and looked at her with a tight smile. I felt the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Earth to Renu!” I said, flailing my arms, trying to coax a smile out of her tensed features. I forced out a laugh. “I’m okay, Paro. Chill.”

Paro stared at—or rather, through—me. “And how exactly am I supposed to chill?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe have more ice cream?”

Paro’s lips twitched. She allowed herself to giggle briefly before turning serious again. “How dare you make me laugh in the most inappropriate situations?”

I knew what she would, inevitably, be thinking of—the day of her uncle’s funeral, when we were thirteen. Our parents were having a sombre discussion and Maa had told me to go “upstairs”. Paro and I had maintained eye contact for exactly one second before I looked terribly, terribly confused and asked: “To uncle-ji?”

Now, I looked at Paro and her barely suppressed smile. “I facepalmed so hard my head hurt,” she chuckled. 

“Now that I think of it, I’m probably the reason for your migraines,” I said.

Paro grumbled. “Nice job changing the subject, twerp. One problem: I’m not letting you go today.”

I smiled at her feeble attempt at being grumpy. “Don’t worry,” I said. “We have plenty of time.”

And that was true. We’d have days and weeks and months and years to talk about ourselves. By then, perhaps, the tinted glasses would disappear from my eyes. Everything had been red for so long I thought I had marks from the ‘rims’ of my red-tinted glasses. 

We had time. We had time for everything to subside to normal again. I had time to hold her hand and swing it and squeeze it and paint the sky in her colours.

But for now, the sky was on fire and I was sixteen.

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tw: sudden anxiety attack

[icebreaker01]

You had ONE job!

(Author stands in front the group tasked with killing Nima. Behind the author is a white board on which is a picture of a short stick figure with glasses, a messy drawing of hair on top and could be a body double for a platypus and no one would know the difference.) (Author snaps a pointer on the picture.) "You SEE this?! You see what it looks like!?" (Snaps the pointer over to a second stick figure on the white board which is much taller, has a neat head of hair and could double as a telephone pole.) "And you see THIS!?" (Pauses) "Can ANYONE P.L.E.A.S.E. explain to me how you can possibly MISTAKE the two?" (Group member 1) "It was dark?" "This whole show has looked like it was filmed in a mile deep bunker where they forgot to pay the electric bill. Try again." (Group member 2) "He had his back to us?" (Author angerly taps the two pictures again.) "Height alone should have been a tip off!" (Group member 3) "He was leaned over!" "Even at waist high he was still taller than that little weasel!" "Just a minute! Why are you so upset? You didn't like the character anyway. Why are you so upset about what happened to him?" "Because his 'sacrifice' made no sense whatsoever. Now get out there and try again!" (Author stands at the door and hands out 5X7 glossy's as they leave.)

And yes, folks, I am more than a little peeved at how they wrote Bennett Knox's character out of the show. The scene was poorly thought out by the writers and once again, I wish they would get off the crack. Now, having read ahead in this show, I have a bit of insight into things that are going to happen. And each character demise thus far has left me sitting in front of my TV thinking "Whattttttt?" I was fine with Zarah being written off. She was a self-serving little so-and-so from the start. Good riddance. But lets take a look at their latest 'It's the last season, lets see what we can do for shock value' action. 1. Did the trains need to be separated RIGHT THEN! No. This was a poorly contrived plot point. 2. What? Big Alice doesn't have ONE, single survival suit? You couldn't take five seconds of film time to slip his skinny little butt into it? And it isn't like he doesn't know about them! He's spent 50% of the series in one. I swear, I think the character sleeps in one he loves them so much. 3. The most important people on the trains are the engineers. Yet THESE are the characters you choose to write off the show? What? Did Bennett 'MacGyver' Knox run out of ideas suddenly. You're asking me to believe that a man who could come up with all the fun little tricks he has thus far in the show, could think of NOTHING better than to walk out into freezing cold weather to uncouple a train car? Sirs, you both insult and tax my level of disbelief. 4. Poor Melanie now has no one to talk science to except the smarmy little weasel. And talking to Nima is like talking to a Schizophrenic who has been off his meds for a month. And believe me folks, in my line of work, I know a thing or two about what this looks like. (Holds up a picture of Nima.) 5. Standing at the door, after the cars were uncoupled, Bennett was still alive. What? Did 99% of his brain freeze first and he didn't think, 'Hey, I can turn around and run back into the train!'. Instead he just STOOD there and froze? (See end of item 3 comment.) 6. In the 'The writers have no idea what their doing' column, I would like to point out that if you know anything about living up north, it is not for a fashionable look that people wear scarfs wrapped around their noses outside in 12 degree weather. If you don't, your lungs freeze LONG before the rest of you does. Why? Because of the moisture in them. Executing people on the train by strapping a mask on them with a tube leading to the outside took what?.....30 seconds? Yet Bennett had time to run down a corridor with no more protection than a winter coat and gloves, uncouple a train car, then stand back up and admire the view. Why did he not turn his skinny little butt around instead and run back up said corridor and into the train? This whole scene just made no sense.

Here's what I think happened: (The following is the author's interpretation of what happened at the end of S4E5.) (In the writers trailer, they are staring at names pinned to the wall, deciding who they can legitimately write off the show before the end and still have enough characters left to have an end.) (Iddo Goldberg walks into the trailer.) "Hi, guys. Look, I have a slight problem." "What is it? We're busy." "Well, I have another opportunity with this new show that's starting filming in a few weeks, and I....sort of need off the train." "Done! Have a nice life." "Thanks, guys. You're the best." (Goldberg leaves and the writers quickly smile at each other.) "Gone by the halfway point?" "No problem."

And I understand this was suppose to be a 7 seasons show, and the writers are annoyed because they had this great storyboard already planned out and now they have to cram everything into ten episodes. It bites. But could you at least leave a few main characters alive? And I would do a revised 'Who makes it and who doesn't' list. But due to my getting out my trusty shovel and digging into sites where people post who have seen the entire season already, I can't do this anymore. But in regards to the original list I made and how wrong it is.......I'm amazed.

One last word of warning, folks. Be sure in the next 1-2 episodes to have a thick layer of towels set under your TV screen. Because when Melanie finds out what happened to Bennett......well, we all know how that goes. And it will surely be...messy.

[goat-and-a-pig]

Chapter 2

Stan was running from the law… again. If he thought about it, he supposed he’d been running his whole life. First from responsibility and blame, then from his mistakes that got him kicked out, and now, from the law, like he had been doing for the past forty years- or his whole life if you thought about it-

“Hey you! Stop in the name of the law!”

Oh right. He was being chased. “Try and catch me, suckers!” He stuck his tongue out at the Royal Guard.

“Stud! Focus on running, you idiot!” Right. He also wasn’t running alone. “Don’t worry, Gleeful. I got the journal. This way!” Stan took off down a corridor with Bud and Gideon Gleeful trailing behind him. They ran and ran until-

“Excuse me?” Stan ripped a poster down. “Do you see this? This- This-” he sputtered. “-MONSTROSITY?”

“What in tarnation are you blathering about?” Gideon glared at him.

“They spelled my name wrong!” Stan held up the poster. It read, “WANTED: STUD PILFIR”

Gideon just stared at him. “Are you KIDDING me?” He demanded. “Hate to interrupt,” Bud interrupted. “But we are still on the run. We need to go.” Stan huffed in annoyance, stuffed the poster into his bag, and dashed off again. They came into a backup ballroom that seemed familiar. And dusty. There was a staircase leading up to a balcony with a door and a hallway that was above a stage. There was no visible staircase leading up to the balcony, but they didn’t have time to waste looking for it. Stan looked at the situation, then came to a conclusion.

“Lift me up to the balcony. From there, I’ll pull Gideon up and we’ll get you up together, Bud,” Stan explained. “Alright, but give me the journal first.” Stan stared back in mock shock. “You don’t trust me? After everything we’ve been through?”

“Nope.”

“Ouch.” Stan held a hand over his heart, then sighed. “Fine.” He handed Journal 1 to Gideon. They lifted him up to the balcony with much effort.

“Now,” Gideon heaved. “Get me up there, Stud.” Stan pretended to consider it for a moment. “Nah,” he decided. “I’m okay.”

“B-but we had a deal!” Gideon stammered. Stan laughed. “Yeah- to steal Journal 1, not to help each other escape.”

Gideon smirked. “We still have the journals. You can’t leave without them. And I’m not giving them to you! You went back on your word! We were supposed to rule the world!”

Stan chuckled. “I’ve never wanted to rule. I just want my-” he caught himself. “-Money,” he finished. “Besides, I don’t need you, I’ve already gone ahead unburdened you of both Journal 1 and Journal 2. You’re welcome.” Gideon looked around in his pockets in shock. Stan held them up. “Thanks anyway. Enjoy jail!” Gideon waved his fist at him angrily. “I rebuke thee, Stud Pilfer! I rebuke thee,” he whispered creepily.

He heard footsteps getting closer, so he jiggled the doorknob. It was locked. He got out his lockpick kit. “Come on, Stan. Just like in Columbia,” he whispered while the Gleefuls struggled to get on the balcony.

“Aha! He exclaimed as the lock popped open. “¡Adiós, amigos!” He shouted as he closed the door behind himself and the lock clicked shut.

_____

Stan’s legs ached from walking down all of the stairs. He’d already had to run at least a mile today, now he had to walk down a bajillion stairs?

“Finally,” he grumbled as he finally saw another door. Would he ever make it out of this stupid castle? His whole life he’d been trying to- “Hot Belgian waffles!” He exclaimed as he opened the door. Inside was an odd contraption that was shaped like an upside down triangle. But Stan knew that only one person could have built this, only one thing that it could be-

“The portal,” he gasped in awe. Stan was dumbfounded. He stole Journals 1, 2, and 3 (he’d liberated it from that stupid guard that was too fast for his own good. Why was he sort of a horse? Why did he have Journal 3? Why was he a guard? He looked like he was ten or something! Ugh.) for this very purpose. And lo and behold, he found it fully built with the supplies needed to fire it up right beside it! This is the king’s portal. I’m just surprised it’s still fully stocked. Well, he considered, maybe not too surprised.

He got to work.

_____

Stan was sweaty. Those barrels of waste were really heavy.

But it was done.

It turned on, the timer finally finished. How long had it been? Stan felt like he hadn’t slept for days. But he was finally finished.

“It will all have been worth it…” He jumped.

_____

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Stan yelled out into space. Eventually he walked into view of the strangest thing he’d seen all day. (And that was saying a lot.)

It was tall, silver, and looked somewhat like a cartoon rocket ship, with strange symbols running down the sides. It had one circular window near the top. (Stan wasn’t dumb enough to think that real rocket ships looked like this, so what was this weird one doing here that definitely couldn’t actually fly?)

“Hello? Is anyone up there?” Stan tried again. Well, he thought, I’ll just have to get up there myself. I’ll see much better up there anyway. So he took out his grappling hook and rappelled himself to the window-looking thing. When he went inside, his eyes popped out of his forehead.

“Ford?”

[just-a-draco-girly]

The Secret - Chapter One

"I'm gonna be late. I'm gonna be late" I mutter under my breath, as I hurriedly rush down the crowded corridor in the direction of the potions rooms. It's the first lesson of the year and I don't wanna be late. Arriving at my destination, I glide to a halt and quickly open the door only to be reprimanded by Professor Snape. My head low in embarrassment, I mumble an apology and hurriedly take the only empty seat in the front row, quickly placing my bag down and pulling my books out.

"Wow, you're never late, Toria" A familiar voice speaks from beside me. Turning to the side, I find none other than Draco Malfoy smirking down at me. "I mean, you're a Ravenclaw. You shouldn't be late" He always has a habit of bringing that up. In our first year, I was sorted into Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin and he has never let me live it down. My mind drifts back to that extraordinary September evening…

"RAVENCLAW!" The voice of the sorting hat booms from above my head. I feel a strange sense of elation, but also guilt as I spot the crestfallen face of my best friend in the crowd of first years. A scowl forms on his pale features, as I clamber off of the old wooden stool and happily race to the table of cheering Ravenclaws awaiting me.

"Earth to Toria!" Draco drags me out of my daydream by frantically waving his hands in front of my face. I shake my head, sighing as I come back to reality.

"Huh, well, at least I'm not a Gryffindor" I stick my tongue out at him, opening my book and dipping my quill into my ink pot. He mutters something under his breath about Slytherin being 'superior', but I simply ignore him and start taking notes as Professor Snape reels off information at a thousand miles an hour from the front of the dank classroom.

The next time that Draco feels the need to talk to me is at the end of the lesson when I am packing my things back into my grey satchel. I feel somebody gently pat me on the shoulder, so I turn to face him.

"What's up now, Draco?" I ask, slinging the strap of my bag over my shoulder and straightening my blue tie. He chuckles lowly, before clearing his throat.

"Potter has been staring at you all lesson?" He speaks, slight disgust evident in the tone of his voice. I let out a sigh of annoyance and roll my eyes.

"And? It's a free country. He can look where he likes" I question, shooting him a pointed look.

"It annoys me" Draco huffs, gripping the strap of his own brown satchel tightly. I shake my head in disbelief

"Why do you care, Draco? It's not like you're my boyfriend. I don't need protecting. Anyway, you know that I dislike Potter as much as you do" I speak, a little annoyed at his over protectiveness. It's been like this since last year, when he noticed Dean Thomas looking over at me during Defence Against The Dark Arts. Ever since then, he's been hanging around me like a bad smell and I wouldn't be able to hang out with another boy let alone get a boyfriend, even if I wanted to. I glare up at the lanky blonde in contempt.

"Anyway, what lesson have you got next?" Draco asks, attempting to change the subject of our conversation as I am currently sending daggers at him with my eyes.

"I have Defence Against The Dark Arts with Professor Moody" I reply, repressing my anger into a plot that I will enact later. Draco's face lights up. "And let me guess that's what you've got?" I ask, staring up at him. My voice is heavy with sarcasm, earning a nod from Draco and a sly smile. I shrug it off and walk out of the classroom with him trailing behind me as we make our way down the corridor.

"Drakey-poo!" A shrill voice shrieks from behind us. Draco's face drops instantly and he hurriedly tries to hide behind me to no avail due to his tall frame.

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but I'm no longer taller than you, Drakey-poo" I laugh, stepping to the side as Pansy nears us at full speed. Draco looks down at me with horror and helplessness in his eyes.

"I broke up with her at the start of the summer and she won't leave me alone. Save me, please" He pleads, pouting as he moves to crouch behind me once again.

"Okay, but it's gonna cost you" I smirk, glancing down at his lowly, cowering form.

"I'll do anything" He adds, clutching onto my sides. "I'll get you that new Firebolt for Christmas. Just please do something" He begs. I muse momentarily, before grabbing his hand and dragging him down the hallway towards the stairs that lead out of the dungeons.

"I have an idea. It's a tad risqué and you might not like it though. Are you really willing to do anything?" I speak, causing his grip on my small hand to tighten as we ascend the crowded stone steps.

"I'll do anything" He responds in a pleading tone, as we increase our speed and finally reach the fifth floor corridor. By this time, his patience has ran thin. "What's the plan then?" He demands, impatiently. I look over his shoulder, spotting Pansy's dark hair as she weaves her way through a crowd of first years. Once she is in range, I turn to Draco and take a deep breath.

"Kiss me. And make it believable" I whisper, staring up at him nervously. He nods in response, before hurriedly crashing his lips against mine. I stumble backwards slightly in shock, gripping onto his broad shoulders in an attempt to steady myself. Don't judge me, I'm 14 and I've only been kissed once before when I was like 5. My eyes flutter closed as his arms circle around my waist, pushing me back into a nearby tapestry. Well, I did tell him to make it believable, I guess. A weightless sensation overtakes my senses when his soft lips start to move against mine. His grip on my waist tightens just as Parkinson nears us.

"Drakey, what are you doing?" She asks, her voice cracking almost, causing Draco to lazily (almost begrudgingly) pull away from me. A pang of guilt fills me when I see that her face looks heartbroken, only to be eradicated by Draco letting out a content sigh and smirking slyly. He winks at me before turning to face Pansy, seemingly keeping his hands still securely on my waist. My cheeks are undoubtedly post box red by this point. I drop my head as the trio and Professor Moody approach.

"Why do you care?" Malfoy sneers at Pansy, causing tears to brim on her brown eyelashes. Letting out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding, I gently push Draco away from me, causing his arms to drop from my sides. He looks at me in disbelief as I readjust my bag strap and place a swift kiss upon his pale cheek.

"See you in class, Drakey-poo" I whisper in a sultry tone, trying not laugh. I almost choke in an attempt not to laugh as he turns around and winks at me.

"See you later, honey boo" He coos and I snort quite loudly when he reciprocates my kiss on the cheek. "Great plan, dude" He whispers in my ear. I snicker lowly and retreat into the classroom, sitting at a desk at the front. After retrieving my stationary and books from my bag, I place my satchel on the seat next to me in a bid to save the seat for Charlotte, a fellow Ravenclaw and my other best friend.

Whispers can be heard from the back of the classroom. I catch Draco's and my names mentioned multiple times, causing my cheeks to burn brightly. I drop my head into my folded arms on the desk, groaning angrily. It was just a fake kiss. It was just a fake kiss to get rid of Pansy. It didn't mean anything, but why is my heart still beating at such an erratic pace? I kick the leg of the table angrily and the sound of a chair being dragged backwards alerts me to somebody sitting next to me.

"What's wrong with you?" Charlotte asks, placing my bag on the floor and perching on the chair opposite me. Her blue eyes stare at me incredulously and she brushes her black hair out of her face. My cheeks flush further as I mentally recount what happened with Draco just now in the corridor. "What happened?" Charlotte demands, casting a stern look in my direction.

"I'll tell you about it at lunch" I reply, watching Draco as he sits down at the desk behind ours.

"You finally told Draco that you like him?" She whispers furiously and I shake my head instantly. Her face drops and she quickly glances back at the blonde, frowning heavily.

"Stop it! He'll notice!" I hiss, slapping her arm and causing her to pull a face of disgust in my direction. Glaring heavily, I stick my tongue out at her.

"That wasn't very ladylike, Toria" Draco remarks, smirking devilishly in my direction.

"You know full well that I'm no lady" I respond, sharply glaring at him.

"Yeah, you demonstrated that pretty well outside" He replies in a lower voice, grinning widely as my face turns a magnificent shade of puce.

"What happened outside?" Charlotte asks excitedly, looking between the two of us in confusion. Charlotte is one of my dearest friends and I truly adore her, but by Merlin she is the gossip monger I know. She doesn't spread any, thankfully, but if people have secrets Charlie will know them all.

"It's nothing" I say, promptly punching Draco in the arm.

"I'd rather not witness anymore of your Tom foolery, Miss Diggory and Mr Malfoy" Professor Moody stomps to the front of the class, shooting angry looks at Draco and I. My eyes widen dramatically and my cheeks are tinted pink. I am jolted from my shock when Charlotte elbows me in the side.

"What 'tom foolery' is he on about? I need to know" She whispers aggressively as the professor begins writing on the blackboard.

"I'll tell you later" I hiss, spotting Draco smirk at me from his seat from the corner of my eye.

………………………………

The lunch hall is bustling with students as I sit myself at the Ravenclaw table. Charlotte elbows my side sharply when I drop my bag on the floor.

"So what 'tom foolery' did you and Draco get up to earlier?" She asks, raising her eyebrows in anticipation of some fresh, piping hot tea.

"Am I not allowed to eat first?" I groan, plating myself some food from the myriad of dishes set before us.

"No, now come on. Spill!" She's practically on the edge of her seat with excitement, leaning towards me eagerly.

"It was nothing" I sigh, glancing over to the blonde on the other side of the hall, whom is currently sat with Blaise and Crabbe. "He's been trying to shake Pansy for a while, so… We, um, kissed to make her get the message that he wasn't interested. It was my fault I told him to make it believable… And he took believable a bit far" I mumble, spinning my fork restlessly in my left hand.

"You what?" She gasps, dropping her own cutlery and staring at me aghast with wide eyes. "How far did he take it?" She questions, grabbing both of my shoulders and forcing me to look at her.

"Well, he… um, had me pressed up against a wall with his hands on my waist and stuff" I breath, biting my lip as my cheeks become heavily flushed for another time today. Her blue eyes look as if they're going to pop out of their sockets.

"Okay, um…" Charlotte stutters, looking over at the Slytherin table and probably formulating a plan in that brilliant brain of hers. "And how do you feel about this?" She asks, still observing Draco and his friends.

"Well… you know how I feel about Draco" I sigh, placing my chin in my hand and gazing over at the blonde. I realized last year that I had a crush on the prick that is my best friend and Charlotte has been trying to get us together ever since, but, alas I'm too shy to make a move. And I also don't wish to ruin our friendship in any way either. She looks back at me suddenly with a grin on her face. I swallow harshly as she begins to speak, dreading what she's about to say.

"I know, exactly what we're going to do" She smiles mischievously at me, before glancing over at Draco with an evil grin. "We're going to make him fall in love with you" I slowly clap my hands together sarcastically in response.

"Great plan, how is that supposed to work?" I demand, my voice thick with sarcasm as I give her a stern look.

"I have my ways, but first you need a makeover from cutesy girl next door to the hot girl that every guy wants to bang" She exclaims, looking at me excitedly. I roll my eyes and return to eating my food whilst she continues to reel off the ways in which she's going to change my aesthetic.

Other Chapters

[whitechocoleight]

I Don't Know You || Seventeen Jeonghan X Twice Nayeon Fanfic

Chapter 1: Nayeon's Arrival

Present:

Nayeon stepped out of the taxi with her bags, scanning the school's dormitory. She let out a long sigh, both of excitement and a bit of anxiousness. It's been 8 years, she's finally back in Korea. I hope I can finally meet him again.

Why should you meet tho? After all those hurtful words you've said, do you still expect to be friends?

She pushed her thoughts aside as she enters the building. She walked her way through the long corridor until she reached a room with a sign: Dorm Master's Office

She knocked on the door before entering.

"Come in!" Said the lady without looking at her. Her eyes didn't leave the pile of paper works on her desk. Nayeon noticed the name plate on her desk - Lee Ji Eun. She's in the right place.

"Annyeonghaseyo." she shyly greeted the lady, "Uhm I'm Im Nayeon. I'm a new student."

The lady lifted her face to look at Nayeon. Nayeon could not hide her surprise. With her tiny nose and soft cute features, she looked young enough to be one of Nayeon's classmates. Her aura, however, showed maturity.

"Oh, I've been waiting for you. Sit down" She stood up, leaving her paper works. She pulled one of the drawers on the side of the room and scanned the folders. "Im Nayeon." She took the folder with Nayeon's name and went back to her desk.

Nayeon patiently waits while her dorm master reads her documents, "Sooo, you're from the US?"

"Yes, I lived there for 8 years." She politely replied.

"Hmm, you speak korean fluently though. I think you'll get along well with the other girls." She hands Nayeon the key to her room.

Nayeon sighed in relief as she took her key, "I really hope so."

Ms. Lee discussed some dorm rules before leading Nayeon to her room. They passed by a few number of rooms where they were greeted by students, some curious about the new girl.

"Here it is. Your roommates might be out. Dinner is at seven. Curfew starts at 8pm." Ms. Lee opened the door for her, revealing a cozy minimalist room.

Nayeon thanks her before she leaves. Smiling with optimism, she scans the room and chooses one of the two double deck beds. She unpacks her things on the lower deck, her mind swirling with thoughts as she organizes her stuff.

Gosh! Is this even for real?! The thought of her going back to Korea felt unreal until now. The thought of visiting Jeonghan terrified her. What if he pushes me away??

"Nooooo!" She buries her face on the clothes she unpacked. Luckily, there was no one in the room to witness her weirdness.

She shakes her head, trying to calm herself down.

*bzzzzt* *bzzzzt* she reaches out for her phone. Dad calling...

"Appa, I got to the dorm safely. I'm unpacking my things." She reasurres her dad.

"Great! How's the place, sweetie? Are they treating you well?" Her dad sounded like his daughter was in her first day at a daycare center. She's always been a baby to him even though she's 18 already.

"So far so good, I've only met the dorm master. My roommates might arrive later. Don't worry dad, I can look over myself." She misses him but at the same time, she felt like she needed to be independent this time. After all, she's now a grown up.

"Can't help it, sweetie. You're miles away and you're gonna live with strangers!" There's his dramatic voice again, he sounded exactly like her mom. And that sweet tone, it didn't match his muscular body.

She closed the cabinet as soon as she finished transferring her things, "Relax, Dad, I can make friends with my room mates." She's always been the first to approach people so it won't be a problem.

"Alright, stay safe always, okay? Call me anytime, sweetie! By the way, have you checked the address I sent you? You sure can go there alone?"

"Yes, Dad, I'll figure it out." She sounded confident but deep inside her heart was pounding at the thought.

"Okay, I hope they're still there. You know, I wasn't able to catch up with your uncle in years."

"I hope so too, we'll see. Dad, I'm done packing. I'm going now, I'll give you an update." She puts the bag of chocolates in her small bag. Can't go there empty handed, knowing her best friend loves to eat. Or shall we say ex-best friend?

"Okay, sweetie! Tell me when you get back to the dorm, alright?"

"Yes, Dad. I'm going. Love you! *mwah*" she kissed the phone as if it was her dad.

"Love you, sweetie!" She ended the call then checked her small bag. This is it, Nayeon! Calm down!

She leaves her room with the door locked and gets herself a taxi. It took them 30 minutes to reach Gyeonggi. The path became more familiar to Nayeon as they got nearer to Jeonghan's place. A part of her longed for him and a part of her was scared. Gosh! Am I really gonna do this?

FLASHBACK:

Nayeon steps out of the house and looks at it one last time. Maybe it was better to leave. It feels harder the longer they stay there. It's been a few weeks after her mom's death and she still could not get over it. Her parents have been planning to move to the US for quite some time now. She pleaded with her parents to stay instead. She couldn't leave Jeonghan. However, with the memories of her mom's death and with what Jeonghan did yesterday, she finally gave in.

How could he? She still couldn't understand why he did it. He always played pranks but this was too much for her to take. Jeonghan, of all people, broke her trust.

"Sweetie, it's time to go." Nayeon's dad lightly touched her cheeks as he carried one of their bags with the other hand.

She nodded and took a last look at their house.

"NAYEONNIEE!" It was Jeonghan. He put down his bike and run to her, panting. She didn't say a word.

"Yo-you're leaving?" Jeonghan stuttered, looking at the bags being loaded into the car. "Was it because of the flowers?"

She didn't want to remember it. She walked past him and headed to the car. She stopped when Jeonghan grabbed her hand, she couldn't look at him. She stared at the ground, her eyes slowly blurring because of the tears building up in her eyes.

"Nayeon, please, I'm sorry." Although she couldn't see him, she knew he was crying.

"I don't want you to leave. Please stay." Both of his hands grasped her little hand.

"I regret being friends with you. I wish I never knew you." Tears started rolling down her cheeks as she pulled her hand away.

"Nayeonnie." She walked towards the car, her heart felt heavy as she moved.

"Dad, let's go." It was almost a whisper, her throat was too dry.

"Okay." Her dad loaded the last bag.

Just before he went inside the car, he walked towards Jeonghan. He lowered himself to reach the boys' small stature and wiped his tears, "Jeonghan-ah, it's been a hard time for Nayeon. Maybe she just needs some time to get over what happened. You can still be friends."

"B-but she hates me." He gasped for air in between his words.

"Trust me, she'll forget about it." He patted the boy's head as he stood up. "We'll be leaving, okay?"

Jeonghan bit his lips at the thought of his best friend leaving. Nayeon's dad went inside the car and the engine started. Before he knew it, the car had already left. His best friend had left him.

It took a moment before he grabbed his bike and went home.

Nayeon and her dad reached the airport. They still got a few minutes before their flight. She was silent the whole time when her dad received a call.

"Hey, we are now at the airport. Is Jeonghan home? He came at our house before we left." It was Jeonghan's dad.

He stood up after hearing Jeonghan's dad's answer, "Wait, what?? But a few hours had passed, he's supposed to be home by now."

Nayeon suddenly felt a jolt on her stomach.

"Goodness gracious, try looking around our house. He might still be there... okay okay. Give me an update when you get there." He ended the call and sat on the bench, worry visible on his face.

"Dad?" Nayeon tugged on her dad's shirt.

He pulled her towards him and gave her a comforting hug. Different scenarios flooded her head while they waited for news about Jeonghan.

*riiing* Nayeon's dad immediately answered the call. "Hello, did you find him?"

Her dad fell silent for a moment, his hand covered his mouth in disbelief.

"Dad, what happened?" Her stomach clenched.

Her dad stood up,"Are you on the way to the hospital?" He walked away from his daughter, not wanting her to hear their conversation, "Stay here."

Nayeon watched as her dad moved to the corner, talking with Jeonghan's dad on the phone.

What happened? Is he ok? I shouldn't have pushed him away. She instantly regretted what she said.

"Passengers for 7pm flight to Los Angeles, California, please proceed to the departure area. Passengers for 7p.m. flight to Los Angeles, California, please proceed to the departure area."

Nayeon's dad went back to her and gave her a faint smile. He started picking up their bags.

"Dad, can we go see him?" Nayeon tugged on his shirt with watery eyes.

He knelt and held his daughter's cheeks, "Nayeon-ah, we have to go. Promise, I'll ask your uncle for updates."

"I-I shouldn't have pushed him away." She sobbed as tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"Shhh" he pulled her into a hug. It's just been a few weeks after his daughter cried non-stop because of her mom's death and now this, "Everything is gonna be fine, Sweetie. But we have to go."

"Dad, please. Please!" She cried louder, scared she could lose him too.

She panicked when he carried her, "Dad, please!"

End of flashback:

"Ma'am, we're here."

Nayeon snapped out of her deep thoughts upon hearing the driver. She stepped out as soon as she paid him.

Here it is! I'm finally doing it! Nayeon swallowed hard before finally stepping forward to the gate. She wondered as she stepped on the dried leaves on the steps, an unusual view at the Yoon's house. She knows Mrs. Yoon is someone who makes sure the house is always clean.

She pushed the thought aside and knocked 3 times, hoping for someone to answer. After a few seconds without a response, she knocked once again.

"Excuse me? Are you looking for the Yoon family?" A lady in her 50s approached Nayeon.

"Annyeonghaseyo." She greeted the lady, "Yes, Ma'am. Do you know if they're home? No one seems to be responding."

"Oh, they left 2 years ago. They've already sold the house. From what I've heard, the family transferred to Seoul." Her heart sank upon hearing the news. So I don't get to see him after all?

"Oh, I see. I might have to go then. Kamsahamnida" She thanked the lady and bid her goodbye.

Eeeeh, how am I supposed to find them? She leaned by the gate in defeat.

She went back to the dorm, disappointed. She waited for years to finally make peace with Jeonghan. She even rehearsed lines in her head only to find out that they left. So this is how it feels to be left behind. The 10 year old Jeonghan flashed in her mind. Was this how he felt that time? Actually, Nayeon, it was far worse.

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[alexdelray1]

Miles Morales x Reader fluff

-So how did your biology test go? - I asked Miles while walking around the school.

-I think it's good, but I don't believe in miracles that much.- replied the boy and scratched his neck.

-Come on, don't talk nonsense. You're one of the best in your class. Every time I get an B-plus, you get an A. - I said a little arrogantly and tapped him on the shoulder. A guy who was my height or even a centimeter shorter a year ago is now a head and a half taller. Now I can even say that I would take him if he showed me something more than tenderness for a friend.

-Because I'm not expanding it.- he argued with me.

-Me too, idiot. We're in the same biology class. I flicked his forehead and he laughed.

-Hey! Okay okay. I understand… but… - Miles started looking around. He looked distracted.

-Is everything-- I didn't finish because some guy deliberately pushed Miles out of the blue. It was Flash Thompson, a guy who was only at this school because his aunt Lea Thompson was an actress. Normally they wouldn't admit him to this school. Miles flinched slightly.

-And who is it? Oh yes. Our ne'er-do-well Miles Morales. You are still at this school after your mishaps? I didn't know you were so "brave".- Flash started laughing and I looked at him with pity like everyone else in the corridor. You see, in this school 99.999999999% students are smart enough to know that fighting is cringy as well as bullying. Like, you want my lunch money? Can't you afford it or what?

-Flash, all you do is embarrass yourself. - I told the truth and the tormentor's gaze fell on me.

-As we can see, Miss Reader have an empty mouth. I now know why you're after Miles all the time! You want him to fill it for y-- our dear Flash didn't finish his sentence as his body reacted in a downward manner to the force of my upper right limb landing on the skin on the lower right side of his skull. As a result of this action, the body was damaged temporarily but effectively.

Everyone looked at me and then at the lying Flash. Miles chuckled lightly along with me.

-It's so good that I recorded it xd.- said one guy from the crowd, ending the silence. Almost everyone in the crowd started laughing, but after a while I noticed the teacher running towards us.

-Everyone disperse! Reader (take a name) and Miles Morales to my office. - announced the teacher and the nurse took Flash to the office. Miles' teacher came with us to the room.

-I'm asking you both, what happened?- asked the teacher and sat down at her desk.

-Ma'am, Reader didn't do anything wrong, she was just defending herself.- Miles said, spreading his arms.

-Exactly.- I agreed with Miles.

-So Flash tried to hit you? - she asked, now calmer.

-No, but he said a sentence that sexualized me and Miles.- I replied and Miles nodded with a serious face.

-Oh, I understand. Would you like to see the school psychologist? - she asked worriedly.

-I don't have to.- Miles replied.

-Me too, I'm already used to it.- I replied after him and sighed quietly.

-Okay, you can go home now and your lessons are over. - Miles' teacher said. We got up, took our backpacks and left.

We walked through the streets of Brooklyn in silence until Miles spoke up.

-I wanted to charge him myself, but you were faster. Thanks for standing up for me and for yourself. That was nice. - Miles said and looked at me with a smile on his face.

-You're welcome. Maybe Flash won't be kicked out, but at least he knows better than to jump on us. - I laughed and Miles with me.

-Maybe we should go for hot chocolate?- he asked and put his hand on my shoulder.

-Sure, only if we visit the top of the Statue of Liberty along the way.-

I'm free for requests.

[ggsworldstory]

Chapter 2 Act 5: Hotel Havoc

With GG’s latest plan having been a success (somewhat), the search for the rest of the rogue’s gallery and to clear Terry’s name was on harder than ever and with a simple description of their next target, He knew just where to go

“Well, I’ll hand it to you” Terry said “this is the most obvious choice” as the duo stepped into the borders of Guatemala city,

"Now, let’s get going!" GG shouted aloud as the duo began to wander about the place

Unfortunately, they didn't notice a row skulls lined up on one of the shop's display, most were decorative, but one was listening, it's eyes glowed as it hopped to a walkie-talkie and relayed the information it heard to the person on the other side

atop a high building,the sombrero and mask wearing Bounty hunter, Emelia Esqueleto was staking out the city, when she suddenly heard a chattering of teeth over her walkie-talkie 

"Dios mio!" She responded to the Skull's warning "Wally was right, and that's a first, they really are after us!" With another bout of chatter, the skull responded "not to worry, I have a plan…" 

"How will they understand you? Just keep your walkie talkie discreet and I'll do the talking"

"No, Hierba won't recognize my voice, i'll make sure to use a filter"

"How I can understand you? por el amor de Dios, you're always such a nitpicker, Jeremy"

Meanwhile, they duo searched and searched hard

They searched the streets, the parks, on the bridges, below the bridges, in the restaurants (after eating in them), they left not one stone, rock, or pebble unturned!

By the end of their search, night had fallen

"Geez, we must've looked through at least half this country" GG remarked in exhaustion 

"What?" Terry replied "no, we've only done this one city"

"Oh, well we'd best get going with the rest"

"You're joking, look at you, you're clearly exhausted!" 

"Nonsense, I could do this all day!"

"You did!"

"AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN!"

"No, we’re gonna get a hotel before you nod off on the concrete” Terry said as he began dragging GG around, trying to find someplace to stay, when suddenly the duo were approached by a hooded figure

“Hola! I couldn’t help but overhear you on the lookout for a place to stay, why not check in to ‘No es una trampa casa’?” they enthusiastically announced “We’re sure you’ll enjoy our luxuries, especially considering we’re the only hotel open for miles!”

The figure said this while giving a deathly glare to another hotel manager across the street, prompting them to back away from turning the ‘closed’ sign over

“So what d’ya say?”

“Sure” Terry said without hesitation as the figure led the two inside, they walked through the resort’s many corridors, it was packed with various restaurants, gift shops, even an exotic chocolate shop

Soon enough, they found themselves to their room, “well, sleep tight!” the figure said, closing the door

With a yawn, GG announced “Y’know, I said I wanted to keep searching, but seeing that soft bed simply calling my name, I gotta admit-”

“We can’t sleep” Terry retorted

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN’T”

“C’mon, you think I didn’t see through that crappy disguise? I could easily see the skull through that hood”

“Oh, right, disguise… that means they're here somewhere! Ugh, I’m so tired though, lemme just get some- where’s the coffee? DID THEY TAKE THE COFFEE POT!?”

“Don’t worry, there’s gotta be some more somewhere, you pick yourself up, then we’ll meet up”

“Alright, sounds like a plan”

“Oh and be careful, Emelia’s Skeletons are bound to be all over”

“Yeah, sure, skeletons… WAIT, WHAT!?” 

GG’s shock wouldn’t be answered as Terry left the room, to begin his search

Meanwhile, watching through the eyes of the room’s painting, Emelia saw the two leave the room “They’re still on to us, but they’ve split up, it’s now or never” she said as she strummed her guitar, prompting one of her skeletal allies to hand her her signature weapon, a shining, sharp rapier

GG, meanwhile groggily meandered about the resort, looking for something to wake him up, until he remembered something that made his eyes light up

“S’pose I got time to check out that chocolate shop” he thought out loud, rubbing his hands together, excitedly

A few of Emelia’s skeletons caught wind of the boy’s remarks and snuck out to the back of the shop to prepare for an ambush, just as GG entered through the front

The boy begun to parooze the shelves, marveling at the sheer variety of chocolate in one place, one in particular caught his eye

“Chocolate covered coffee beans? Sweet, kill two birds with one stone!” 

The skeletons tried to sneak up from around the corner, only to quickly hide back as GG looked over his shoulder, though he only did so to check if any staff were watching him, “hmm, seems pretty empty… guess I could sneak a quick taste test” GG said as he licked his lips and peeled back the candy’s wrapper, seeing as he was distracted, the skeletons once more continued their pursuit, one taking his left and the other his right, they got close enough and readied themselves to strike!

Then GG took a bite, any grogginess in his eyes vanished instantly, he had such a spike in energy, he couldn’t help but throw back his arms with a loud “Woo!” unknowingly knocking out the skeletons behind him, turning his head and seeing the boney foes he’d just taken out, he suddenly remembered, “Right, Terry!” he then froze, having heard yet more skeletal clatter, turning around to see the skeletons had reassembled themselves, “hey…” GG fearfully murmured as he attempted to back away, “why don’t we settle this over some… Pocket ash!” as he threw out his hand and launched a blast of smoke and ash, right into the skeleton’s eyes!

Or, lack thereof, seeing as how neither so much as flinched at GG’s attack

GG saw his plan wasn’t going to work, quickly pocketed a handful of beans and dashed off to look for his partner

Terry meanwhile, was vigilant as ever as he searched the resort, “Emelia! Emelia, where are you!?” he cried out, constantly checking over his shoulder, soon he heard a subtle strum of a guitar, suddenly a horde of skeletons surrounded Terry and rushed to ambush him! But Terry quickly jet-packed high up, the skeletons all crashed into one another with their remains scattered all over the floor

“Show yourself, I know all your tricks!” Terry exclaimed

“Well that’s the thing, hierba” Emelia announced before quickly descending from her hiding spot on the ceiling and puncturing his fuel tank with her sword and with a few quick strums of her guitar, the scattered bones on the floor came together, forming a skeletal cage around the cowboy, “I’m always getting new ones” Terry tried to reach into his pack’s storage, but it was empty!

“Looking for this?” Emelia asked mockingly, holding a second guitar from the music shop, before she smashed it on the ground

 “I’m telling you, I’m innocent!”

“And why should I believe you?”

“Why do you believe him!?”

“The Director may be a mierda leader, but what happened that day was undeniable,and if you think you or your little accomplice are going to walk out scott-free, you’re dead wrong. Speaking of which, where is- ”

“Terry!” GG yelped as he stood at the end of the corridor

“Ah, how convenient, you must be the sidekick I’ve heard so much about”

“Sidekick?! Oh, you’re lucky I can’t kill you”

“Well unfortunately I can’t either, will you be doing this the easy way or the hard way?”

“Yeah, are you gonna tell me what you know about Terry’s framing, or am I gonna have to pound you into a tamale?”

“Hmmph, the hard way it is…” Emelia proceeded to grab her extra sword and toss it right by GG’s feet, “pick it up” she said

“You’re… giving me a weapon?”

“I’m not above a fair fight, pequeño”

“Huh, well I am!” GG shouted as he charged quickly with a lightning dash, intending to catch her by surprise by running and slashing her as quick as possible, but to his shock, Emelia’s sword instantly blocked GG’s attempted blow “no, I don’t think you are” she retorted as she knocked GG back onto the ground, GG quickly jumped back up and wildly flailed his sword at Emelia, but she clashed back at every last slash with little effort, no matter what he tried, until GG started feeling winded

“Had enough, little toppat?” Emelia snickered, approaching the boy

“No…” GG said between tired breaths, “I got one more trick up my sleeve…" he announced before taking a pause, much to Emelia’s anticipation

Then he proceeded to run away, but the skeleton’s quickly reacted and swarmed the boy, he tried to fight back with his flames, but no matter what, they would always quickly reform

“GG!” Terry yelled, “You just need a g-” he tried to speak was interrupted as one of the skeleton’s arms covered his mouth

With this knowledge (or lack thereof), GG ran as fast as he could, as he broke out of the swarm “ok, ok” he thought to himself “what was he gonna say? g… g…” he continually tried to figure it out as the horde of skeletons chased him,while they couldn’t quite keep up with him, they’d toss their various limbs at the boy with shocking accuracy,  until he passed by the resort’s bakery and read one of the signs “galletas, that’s it!” he yelped as he ran in and grabbed every galleta his arms could carry before jumping out and throwing them at the army like ninja stars!

He kept throwing and throwing until he realized, this wasn’t working and the only reason Emelia and her army were not charging was because they were in shock at his sheer stupidity

And with a few strums at her guitar, the chase was back on track as GG would repeatedly make pit stops to throw whatever he could think of at them, globes, guacamole, gatos (well porcelain ones anyway) but nothing worked

Soon enough, the chase lead the two parties inside a music store “nowhere to run now!” Emelia arrogantly cried as GG was backed into a corner, his hands thrown back in fear, the skeletons stepping steadily forward, his back against the wall, his arms flailing rapidly in fear

Until, by accident, he strummed one of the guitars hung on the wall, the skeletons lurched back at the sound, GG stood, confused as to what just happened, quickly, Emelia gave a couple more strums and they charged again

GG once more took a pluck of the instrument’s strings and they flinched backwards once more, he figured it out, a smile spread across his face as he grabbed the guitar off the wall and strummed like no tomorrow! It didn’t sound anything like what a sane person would call music, but that didn’t matter as the skeletons were repelled by the sounds, Emelia saw this and jumped into action, rushing at GG with her sword, the boy quickly dashed away, hopping to and fro as he plucked and strummed all across the shop, soon Emelia stopped and once more began to play her guitar, her strums getting stronger, tempo faster, music louder and slowly the skeletons had begun to overpower the influence of GG’s relentless plucking, it seemed he was placed back in the same position he was before

But then, he reached into his pockets, and chowed down on the chocolate covered coffee beans he had been saving, instantly his energy spiked as he used his electricity to amp up his guitar playing,but Emelia was not ready to give up, holding and playing her guitar in one hand and grabbing her sword in the other, she once more charged at the toppat, GG followed suit and they slashed once more

Emelia was shocked to find her guitar’s strings were all slashed and her sword was reduced to just a hilt! She turned back to GG to find him with a smug face, still strumming as he blew out the flame at his fingertip, and unleashing another round of pocket ash into her eyes!

At this moment, she couldn’t see, she could only hear the music get closer and closer as GG approached, then her sight returned and she found GG, standing in front of her and then he hit her over the head with his guitar!

By the time Emelia came to, she was tied up, Terry was free and her army was gone “have a good sleep?” GG asked “now, answers”

“Fine, you want the truth? I’ll tell you, on that day, I was walking down the hall when I heard a loud bang, it still rings in my ears to this day and when I went to check, our leader’s body was lifeless on the floor, next to HIS smoking revolver!”

“That could’ve been anyone using it!” GG retorted

“Hmmph, a likely story,” Emelia scowled,turning to Terry “you snapped, didn’t you, got tired of being the little runt and decided to take to the top by force? Well guess what, you can kill all you want, you can try to run from every last one of your problems, but you’ll always be nothing more than a pequeño hierba!”

At that moment, she reached from behind, giving a little strum to a guitar behind her. All of a sudden a cavalcade of skeletal hands reached from the ground, dragging her through the dirt to make her mistake. GG ran and tried to grab her, but it was too late…

“Dammit!” GG yelled before sighing in disappointment and turning to the cowboy “Terry, be honest with me?” 

“About what?”

“Are you sure the rogues ever really cared about you…?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know, all this talk of them hating you, barely hesitating to put the blame on you with barely any evidence, it’s just all a buncha bad signs to me…”

“Look, I know it’s a lot, but there were… some good times, if I could just clear my name… look, it’ll be fine, alright? For now, let’s get some sleep, you must be real tired”

“yeah…I guess”

And so, the duo returned to the room to doze off, in GG’s mind, doubts may have floated about his brain, but for the sake of Terry, he’d stay optimistic to the very end!

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[Epilogue]

“Yes yes, I couldn’t ask for a better backstage!” The director shouted as he shoved the trio of Lights, Camera, and action out of their meeting hall

Seeing another of their ideas be dismissed without hesitation, Lights started to droop their head down 

“Hey, hey!” Action intervened “What we’ve gots is great! So what if that bozo doesn’t wanna listen, once it’s done they’re gonna have their socks rocked off!”

At that moment, both Lights and Camera instantly perked up, much to Action’s delight

“Yeah, that's what I loves to see! Now, what’s the next step? Action announced, turning back to Lights, who responded simply by holding a finger up

“Ah, need some time to think? Take ya time, buddy!” Lights gave a thumbs up as they retreated to their room and opened their laptop, opening their email and sent out a message, within minutes they received a reply

“Sounds to me, you’ve got all your materials in order, you just gotta put 'em’ together, trust me, you stick with it and you and your little menagerie will be on top in no time!”

After reading this, Lights closed his Laptop and returned to the group

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[vivalavili]

Cody is walking around the palace in what seems like circles, his body aching and his head hurting even worse. Enough that his vision is even a little blurry sometimes.

His heart is racing, going a million miles a minute despite the default calm feeling his brain is saying he should have. It’s like… he knows he is scared. And he knows he is panicking. But he cannot tell besides his pulse. No other symptoms.

He rounds a corner of the hallway you’re in, but doesn’t walk into the hall, just stopping to stare at the photo on the wall. He’s… been in the corridor already.

“What…” he shakes his head a little and turns around, heading back the way he came. This is all wrong. Everything is wrong. This isn’t home. He isn’t himself. The Jedi aren’t here.

This is all wrong.

Why is he doing this? Why is his body acting the way it is?

Why did he so casually order canon fire at his beloved friend and General?

“Can- you help me?” He asks one of the Imperial officers, brows furrowed. “I dunno where ‘m-”

“Get lost, clone,” the officer drawls back, continuing right past him.

Cody’s gut flips and he tears up, stunned by the encounter. He just needed help…

The Jedi would’ve never treated him like that. And he slaughtered them. He-

Another overwhelmingly sharp stab of pain coursed through his head and he lets out a quiet noise of discomfort, bringing a hand up to hold his temple.

The reset. It’s coming. He wasn’t being a good soldier and he was having illegal thoughts about illegal people. Thank the Maker for this correction.

It hurts but it’s necessary. So he can be a good soldier.

I let out a huge sigh of relief when I see him down the hallway, “Cody!!” I call and hurry over to him.