#she doesn't feel like she belongs anywhere what if i- [i am dragged away]

[brionysea]

have I mentioned that I don't like this whole 'will & el are twins' and also 'twins in media always end up absorbing each other like in the womb' thing stranger things has going on

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Happy 7th Anniversary to Xenoblade Chronicles 2! It's one of my favourite games of all time, despite its flaws, and it's so personal to me. It's helped me a lot with my identity and sense of self over time and it's a big reason Xenoblade 3 and Mio are so personal to my own identity.

I first played Xenoblade 2 after Xenoblade 1 first came out. It took a little to adjust to the tonal change from 1's more serious and emotional tone to what seemed like 2 being a sillier and goofier game on the surface. Despite that, I loved Rex's personality straight away, same with Nia.

The game starts off with a sense of whimsy and humour that really appealed to me at the time, and I still am really in love with the way the humour in the game works. It's silly but in a way that's nostalgic for me given the kind of shows and games I grew up with, like Pokemon for example.

I also loved the way the music brings you into the vibe straight away. Argentum Guild for example, has a very fun, happy, "we're on a new adventure, here we go!" kind of vibe. It drags you into Rex's journey straight away and also establishing reasons he's working so young, to repay his family.

Then the events with Torna, Malos and Jin in which Rex is killed and the tone shifts. Rex dies due to simple curiosity. He was just in the way due to trying to bond with the Aegis. I love how it shows the world's brutal nature so early after a typical happy RPG vibe the game starts with.

Pyra's first meeting with Rex has such a hopeful but emotional feeling, Pyra is just confused but also pitying Rex for his fate. However, Rex's hopeful nature surprises her, so she decides to save him by becoming one with him.

I love the next sequences where we see firsthand on how Rex changes others such as Pyra but also Nia who realised Torna were going too far for her own liking and it helped her realise she needed to leave to go on her own path and find what she wants to do.

This is when the game opens up, and Gormott especially, is just nostalgic for me. The music, the exploration, it's all perfect to me. The game carries on in a similar fashion and I fell in love with it more and more. Then we start meeting the other cast members as the game progresses.

I love Zeke and Morag so much and how they balance the party out with a more serious mentor figure and the more playful but supportive one. They both play a big part in Rex's development and the party is like a big family, which is so comforting to me.

Nia's character is why the game is so personal to me though. I relate to so much to her situation, the way she feels she doesn't belong anywhere and has to alter herself and fake herself to be accepted around others. Despite growing attached to Rex and the party, she's still scared.

'What if they hate me?' 'I can't handle someone else I love betraying me.' She keeps her body and past to herself as long as she can due to this. She however, decides to finally be honest when she realises she can save others due to who she is and to her surprise they accept her.

Nia was one of the characters who helped me accept myself and gain confidence over time despite my unique circumstances and issues in real life and it's due to this that Mio felt representative of my real self more outright. She's Nia's daughter and has a lot of her similar traits.

However, she's more closed off and self deprecative due to her circumstances and struggle to trust others. She feels no one can understand her, so she doesn't even try. The others help her come to terms with herself by the end of the game though and the ways how represent my experiences.

Overall, I love Xenoblade 2 as it's a vital experience to me and my identity and without it I might not have progressed to become the person I am now and I'm thankful for it due to this. I love this game so much and I can't believe it's been out for 7 years now.

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The Family Jewels Songs as The Crows

Kaz - Numb

Kaz Brekker is practically the embodiment of this song because he has tried to numb himself entirely.

Lyrics That Remind Me Of Kaz:

Oh, I get dark / Oh, and I'm in Hell / I need a friend / Ooh, but I can't yell / Yeah, I'm no good / No good to anyone / ‘Cause all I care about / Is being number one

Far gone families, far gone friends, / That's how it started, and how it ends / I can't open up and cry / ‘Cause I've been silent all my life

I feel numb most of the time, / The more I get the higher / I'll climb, and I will wonder why / I got dark only / To shine / And I'll light up the sky / Stars that burn the brightest / Fall so fast and pass you by / Spark like empty lighters.

Inej - Rootless

Inej has been separated from her home and family for much of her life. I would guess that she feels homeless and like she doesn't belong anywhere which is discussed in this song.

Lyrics That Remind Me Of Inej:

I'm a Cloud drifting by / Dripping Tears from the Sky / I'm a Snail without a Shell / A Leper with a golden Bell / I've got nowhere to go / I'm a stray cat on the roam / Choking on a chicken bone / For a home sweet, no sweet home

Running with my roots pulled up / So they could cut me free of love

Dragging my roots through the snow / No home-sweet and no sweet home / I've got nowhere to go / I'm rootless, I'm rootless

Wylan - The Family Jewels

Wylan obviously has a very rocky and difficult relationship with his family, specifically his father. This song fits him amazingly.

Lyrics That Remind Me Of Wylan:

I can't break the cycle, am I just a fool? / Falling down like dominoes, hit by family jewels / Pass it down from kid to kid, the chain will never end / 'Less I decide to go to it, will I see the end?

Ooh, don't you find it strange? / Only thing we share is one last name / Did I beat you at your own game? / Typical of me to put us all to shame

Oh, you think I'm unfit / Little did you know that I was cut for it / No glass slipper will ever fit

And literally the entire song.

Jesper - Shampain

This song combines the words shame and pain to represent the word champange. What could be more Jesper?

Lyrics That Remind Me Of Jesper:

Drinking champagne to forget yesterday / Coz I remember, the way, the way, the way / It ended the day, the day, the day, the day / That I walked away, away, away, away

Drinking champagne, meant for a wedding / Toast to the bride, a fairytale ending / Drinking champagne, a bottle to myself / Savor the taste of fabricated wealth

Matthias - Guilty

This song is about guilt and Matthias clearly struggles with guilt over all the terrible things he's done to Grisha, and in contrast how he betrayed his country. It also involves the imagery of a dog, which makes me think of Trassel. And it talks about dead family.

Lyrics That Remind Me of Matthias:

I was dreaming something dark / Hiding body parts / A broken dog, a broken leg / I left it cold, I left it dead

I was just a kid / That you could not forgive / Because it's harder / I was just a kid / And all I really wanted / Was my father

Guilty on the run / And I know what I have done / Guilty on the run / And I'm never forgiven

Nina - Seventeen

Nina is highly outspoken and opinionated just like the narrator of this song. Also she's seventeen lol.

Lyrics That Remind Me Of Nina:

You're a rich little boy / Who's had to work for his toys / You've got all the sensibilities / Of an upper class guy / No I'm not your little slave / No I don't twist and turn that way / Only got bad things to say / You're always asking what is up with me

Oh, you are embarrassed of me / ‘Cos I use my tongue freely / Bet you wish I couldn't speak / ‘Cos when I do, you know / I tell you why you're being weak

You teach me how to behave / I felt you question the way / I was brought up as a baby / Well you don't know fuck about my family

[countrymusiclover]

14 - The Force of Four

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Part 15

Kenobi's Future

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Obi-Wan's POV

Padme hands me a hair clip so I was able to pick the lock. Taking her hand in mine I hold her lightsaber in my other hand searching for any stormtroopers. We quickly moved through the hallways but she grabs my arm stopping me with her eyes closed. "What's wrong honey?" I try to move her forward needing to move before someone discovered we had escaped our cell. "It's Kiera, daddy. She's here - She's here I can feel it!" She cheers grabbing my arm dragging me forward without really checking for security anywhere. I try pulling her back but she is a lot faster than I am now. We slide across a hallway where she hits a wall unlocking a door with a bunch of stormtroopers on guard of the other side. "Padme hide now!" I ordered immediately getting flashbacks to when this happened with Leia long ago. Opening the lightsaber the troopers started firing blasts at me that I have to dodge underneath. I screamed when one hit knocks the weapon from my hands and I fell back closing my eyes quickly thinking I'm done for. Yet when I opened one eye I watched Padme launch the guys backwards into the door with her right hand. Picking up the lightsaber she cuts the wires on the door control locking them inside turning around to me.

"Come on daddy. We have to find mommy and sissy." She offers her small hand to me where I just freeze for a second. Here stands my seven year old daughter holding a lightsaber in her other hand. Someone who is so young that she should be at home safe pretending to be a princess. But instead has the strength of a grown person to knock out a whole group of stormtroopers right in front of my eyes. Master Yoda wasn't lying that our girls would be strong with the Force. Putting my hand in hers I push myself to my feet leading the way through the massive ship letting her keep hold of the golden lightsaber that Yoda had given her. Hiding behind the wall we managed to make it back to the landing port finding a empty ship. "This way hurry little one." I ushered her up the ramp immediately hearing her open the lightsaber grabbing the blaster from a compartment in the ship I rushed inside. Searching frantically through the small ship I called out for my youngest daughter. "Padme where are you. Are you hurt babygirl?"

At first there's no response so I take a few breathes still feeling her energy through the Force meaning she's not dead. Until she finally called out in the cockpit of the ship. "Daddy!" My boots banged on the metal as I ran raising my weapon at a black Empirial Droid much taller than me or her. Holding my blaster up I don't break gaze with the Droid. "Padme, get away from that thing. Get behind me now!" She doesn't move giving me puppy dog eyes that I usually fall for. "I am K2SO. I am a reprogramming Empirial Droid." The Droid stepped up a little when I don't lower my weapon. "May I know you're names. Are you friends of Kiera Kenobi?" Knitting my eyebrows together in confusion at how the Droid would know my daughter. "How do you know my other daughter?" Padme raised her hand jumping up wanting to answer the question. "There's the boy sissy likes Daddy!" Turning on my heels I aimed thr blaster to a younger guy with dark brown hair and eyes staring at me arms raised up. "You must be Kiera's father..."

Y/n's POV

Kiera carries her lightsaber in her hands and I took the blaster she was carrying as my weapon. Rushing down a hall she followed my trail where I asked. "How did Leia find you?" She moved her head around not seeing any driods or troopers so we moved quickly. Turning down a different hall I see three stormtroopers laying on the ground making me raise a brow at my daughter. Suprised that she clearly did this considering one has a hole in his chest in the shape of a lightsaber. "She uh - sent a pilot from the rebellion. He found me and - we um - we may have kissed." I smirked back to my daughter seeing her cheeks turning red until I heard foosteps coming our direction. Dragging her behind a wall I hold my breath hearing the heavy breathing of Vader walking past us. "Lord Vader-" A guy tried to speak but he force choked him to death immediately. "How hard is it to capture two old Jedi. Find them or you die like your commanding officer." Another guy ran off when he walked the other direction.

"It's clear. Let's go before he comes back. He might kill me if he finds me." Kiera shutters out like she's afraid of Vader more than she was as a child. I grab her wrist holding her from getting any further from me. "Woah hang on. What exactly are you talking about?" She closed her lightsaber rubbing her hand down her other arm. "I got caught by him accidentally. So I had to fight him...but he told me something I can't believe." Clipping the blaster to my belt I rest my hands on her shoulders feeling her uneasiness. "Sweetie what did he say because you know it isn't true-" She cuts me off where I couldn't lie to her. "Thag he's my uncle...he's the guy who married your sister. Meaning that he's...Leia's father." Closing my eyes I take her hand pulling her into a run knowing we can talk about this later. "That's his ship." She pointed to a ship that sat next to our broken one. Running up the ramp I gasped seeing Obi-wan holding a guy at gunpoint with Padme standing by a Empirial Droid. Raising my blaster I aimed it at the Droid who spoke glancing between our current situation. "This is a happy family reunion wouldn't you say." Kiera smacked her hand over her face locking eyes with the guy eyeing me and Obi-wan.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

Honestly one of my favorite chapters to write for this book

[cheekygreenty]

Little Witch - Part 12

the Darkling x Reader

The hour was late as the stars basked in the darkness and cold winter air. The fire roared in its hearth while your still steaming cup of sleep-aiding tea sat untouched on the small table. Your talk with Alina earlier was the cause of your unrest. You didn't know whether to feel sorry for her or be frustrated with her. She is a lovely girl, most pure and kind and quite literally the definition of sunshine, but something about her irked you and you hated it.

Maybe it was her somewhat unhealthy obsession with her friend, the tracker- Malyen Oretsev, or the sheer denial and lack of understanding of her position. Sure, Mal was the only thing that tied her to her old life, a sense of home, but he didn't belong anywhere near the Little Palace and posed a threat to Alina's true potential. She should understand that, no doubt it's been explained to her many times. She was no longer a random girl from the First Army or a Child of Keramzin, she was the Sun-Summoner and had to act the part.

But there was also a nagging feeling in you since your last words with Aleksander, the ones about the stag. From what you could gather, Alina definitely wasn't power-hungry, not yet anyway, and placing an antler anywhere on her would be against her wishes. You knew deep down that whatever he had planned would go far beyond just giving her an amplifier for her sake.

You sighed and moved around on the armchair again, trying to convince yourself those were the reasons you couldn't sleep, that Alina's position in this mess was why your mind wouldn't shut off, but who were you kidding, it was her and him. For starters, she called Aleksander by his name. The second the word left her mouth, your blood ran cold.

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'Is he not here?' Alina looked to you from over her mug, eyes scanning the room.

'Who?'

'Aleksander, is he away at Kribirsk again?' Your smile faltered and your grip on your own mug loosened. But Alina waited for an answer.

'Oh umm, I don't know.' You did but the shock caused your mind to blank completely.

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You had known Aleksander for years before he even told you his true name, you had to earn it. She spoke of her General with a fondness, at one point even speaking of him as if he were more than just her commanding officer.

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'Do you miss the First Army Alina? I know you left friends behind, not just Mr.Oretsev.'

'I suppose I don't feel at home just yet, it's a lot to take in, this whole division of orders thing doesn't help either... But he assures me I am not alone, that I have an equal in the Palace.'

An equal?

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The heat of the fire was doing nothing to calm down your rising rage. Apparently Aleksander was doing more talking with Alina than you'd thought, even sacrificing his own true name, one only spoken by you and his mother, for her to utter as if it was just another name. So what if you were in his chambers, making use of his office and sleeping in his bed, he clearly had his eyes on two prizes or maybe just one.

You felt sick now, be it from the heat or the anger, you got up and opened a window. The cold and dark night was a stark contrast to the licks of the flame. It made you feel at peace, but only momentarily. You heard voices outside, slowly growing louder. You rested your head against the wall, begging for one last moment of stillness, but alas the door was yanked open and his boots echoed throughout the room. You cursed yourself for deciding to spend another night in his quarters. You thought he'd be gone longer than just 4 days.

'I do hope you made yourself comfortable' His voice was as smooth as the kvas you had downed after Alina left. You wanted to turn around, but the anger was still there and all hell would break loose if you let your emotions run wild again.

'I did thank you. At least you have a desk'

'I'll get you one first thing in the morning'

'No need, I already requested one' Your voice was void of any emotion. Don't start a fight.

'Are you alright?'

'Just tired, being diplomatic is hard work' It sure was right now.

'Might I suggest actually getting into bed then?' His hand slowly came around your wrist and pulled you in the direction of the bedroom but ironically at the simple touch, your anger grew, when it usually has the opposite effect. You saw out of the corner of your eye that he had a genuine smile on his face, one that tended to make you melt but not now. You shrugged him off and walked in the direction of the door, leaving him utterly confused.

'Y/N what's going on.

'I'm tired, I'm going to bed' You tried so hard to act normal, not in any way pissed.

'Y/N look at me'

'Goodnight Aleksander' You couldn't help it, the mockery of his name just came out. There goes the diplomacy.

You heard him quickly walk towards you and tried to get to the door first to escape the tense atmosphere you created but he got there first, blocking your way.

'What?' You threw your hands up in exasperation not yet looking at him.

'Did something happen whilst I was away?'

'No'

'Then what is it'

'Nothing'

'Don't lie to me Y/N'

'Oh but it's okay for you to lie to me' Your eyes finally bore into his.

'Excuse me?' His expression read baffled; annoyed; pissed.

'Move away from the door Aleksander'

'No! You're going to be mature and have an actual conversation with me for once' He asked for it.

'Alright fine, Let's start with Alina''

'Y/N'

'I had a lovely little tea party with her today. Sweet thing. She loves to talk once you get her going. She told me a lot of fascinating stuff, including your name! How interesting don't you think.' Your voice was so cold it even made you shiver.

'I can explain'

'I'm not finished.' You felt that pull in you, that pull that comes before you put your fire or shadows to use but crammed it down with all your might. 'Her best friend hasn't been replying to any of her letters and I can recount there are many of them. Guess what I found in one of your drawers? They are all very poetic don't you think? I'm all for helping her adjust, but that's not help, that's manipulation Aleksander.'

'She won't let him go, It's dragging her down.' He said through gritted teeth.

'Dragging her down or away?' The double meaning in your words didn't go unnoticed by him.

'Y/N all I want to do is go to bed right now, I've had a long day, please.' His hand reached out for yours but you scoffed and moved away.

'You wanted to have this conversation, General, don't shy away when your actions are questioned.'

'Fine' He unblocked the door and crossed the room, throwing his cloak and kefta on the floor with a heavy thud. 'Is there anything else you wish to accuse me of Y/N dearest?'

'Look at you, so bitter but I haven't heard you deny any of it'

'You may go now if you like.' He picked up a decanter of whiskey and poured himself a generous glass

'Since when are you this childish Aleksander. Have I missed something in my 100-year absence?' You mocked.

'You left me with all of this' He gestured to the palace. '-That's what happened.'

'Don't turn this around on me, and I told you that wasn't a choice.'

'The Y/N I knew would have come back and not hid like a coward'

You stilled and waited for any sign of apology, but it never came. He meant it even though he knew how much such a simple statement would hurt you. You turned slowly and walked to the door.

'While I'm gone, at least have the common decency to change the sheets before you bring Alina in here' you shut it loudly behind you and heard the breaking of the glass, no doubt thrown at the door as you were leaving.

What a day.

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Ok so idk if people can see this but I posted this like a week ago and apparently nobody seen it so here it is!!!!

Part 13

Here's my masterlist!!

[asnowperson]

Luciana's Tears by Kasuya Noriko (1976)

I am questioning why I even bought a random magazine issue from 1976, but well, let's turn it into a contribution to shoujo history.

28 August 1976 issue of Weekly Shoujo Comic's Flower Deluxe edition has a 51-page story titled Luciana no Namida (ルチアーナの涙 - Luciana's Tears) by Kasuya Noriko. Even googling it didn't give me much results, and her fan site says that this story was never compiled in a tankoubon, so beware, we are very likely getting into the forgotten shoujo titles territory. The said fan site has a much better summary, you can check it out (in JP).

Story by Kuni Kazue (邦一恵)

This manga piqued my interest because it looked like the story was taking place in Renaissance Italy, something I realized how much I liked after recently watching the 1968 adaptation of Romeo and Juliet.

So, the story is set in 15th century Italy. In the Duchy of Ferrara, to be more exact. The Duke, Ercole (very likely this guy), marries a 17-year-old girl. Of course, this is a political marriage. Everyone pities the new bride as she had to marry a man over 40, but she tries her best to be a good wife and to find love in her marriage. However, Ercole is cold towards her and spends his nights away from home.

The Duke has three sons, each born from a different mistress of his: Giulio, Pesaro and Roberto. Ercole favors his eldest, Giulio, and names him as his heir much to the chagrin of Pesaro. The latter gets even more annoyed watching his elder brother be on friendly terms with their "mother" who is pretty much the same age as them. One day, Pesaro goes to her to tell that his father has at least 20 mistresses that he knows of, a fact Giulio had been hiding from her to protect her, just to torment her.

What is love? Baby don't hurt me~ Kiss the haha-ue.

Luciana is devastated, but tries to remain strong. In her moment of weakness, his "son" kisses her, further confusing her heart.

Despite her grief, she stands firm and says that she won't take his husband into her bed until he cuts ties with all the other chicks. But surprise: Ercole is indeed impressed by her gall, and breaks up with her mistresses to be with his waifu. However, Luciana refuses her again because this time around, her heart already belongs to Giulio!

Pesaro doesn't take long to notice this illicit affair, and snitches on them to his father. Duke Ercole is furious, and imprisons them both in his fancy towers. He doesn't want to blame and kill his precious son, he implores him to put the blame and Luciana and say that she seduced him, but Giulio insists that all blame lies with him. In a final effort to save him, Ercole secretly sends word to his son to flee to Venice before their lovers' execution at dawn.

This is the face of a man true to his word: "Luciana, I promised that I would follow you anywhere you go, even if it costs me my life..."

On the morning of the execution, Luciana is acting all smug with her "I regret nothing" face. Her face is also giving me that "hehe, I fucked you're son" vibe, but no one remembers Goro memes anymore, so I'll probably be alone on this.

As Luciana is beheaded, Guilio commits suicide in his cell. The Duke is shooketh. Pesaro, who caused this tragedy, leaves home and no one ever hears of him again. Ercole orders the two lovers to be buried side by side. As their lifeless bodies are being taken to the catacombs, Luciana's nanny notices that, although they have forever lost their light, there are tears trickling down from her lady's eyes... Ayyy, title drop!

The sad tale of these young lovers is told all over Italy for many years to come... FINE

This was a very simple, yet very shoujo story. What I liked the most is the fact that Kasuya never dragged things out in the pages she's been given. We all read all the famous/successful titles from the 1970s, but reading stuff like this really gives you a sense of what was popular during that period of time and makes you feel like a little girl who got the latest shoujo magazine with her allowance. More known works all have something they do differently, which becomes the standard later on, and that means those were not the standard back then. So it's nice to read random manga like this one to have an idea about state of the shoujo manga scene of that time.

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Rowan glanced at his pocket watch and attempted to swallow his irritation.

How was it only nine-o-clock still? He had already suffered through enough social niceties to last a lifetime.

Now, he listened with but half a mind to his cousin drone on about the night's guests. His head was filled with all the tasks he needed to see to, including searching for a new governess for his sons. His boys kept chasing away every woman he employed and he was hesitant to hire a tutor, because he believed they needed a woman's influence too, now that his own wife was too ill. The physician had done all he could but there was not much hope she would wake, loathe as he was to admit it. Perhaps he should have accepted his mother-in-law's offer and send the boys to their her after all?

"--and Arobynn's here too—"

That caught his attention. "He is?"

"Mhmm. Look, over there, no, no, to the left—besides the pretty redhead, yes, just so."

A man stood by the entrance with a red-haired woman on his arm, tall and muscular, with a fine-boned face. His auburn hair were pulled back into a bun, offsetting his pale skin and the fine cut of his suit was a stark reminder of his prominent position in society, despite the whole stigma around tradesmen.

"I knew he was fond of flaunting convention but escorting his mistress to a ball?"

"You haven't heard?" James approached them with a drink in his hand. "She is not his mistress but an adoptive daughter of sorts and his apparent heir."

Fenrys choked on his drink.

"He named a girl heir to his trade empire—and not even his own blood—stupid!"

"Spoken like a man," said the gentleman and shook his head. "He raised her himself, is introducing her to all his associates and she doesn't look dumb either."

James nodded towards the redhead he had seen earlier, dressed in the finest black silk with a neckline low enough, it bordered on scandalous. Her copperish-red hair were pinned into an elegant coiffure with pretty, gold hair combs and a simple, pearl necklace completed the striking picture she made. Her sharp, defined features were barely beautiful until she laughed—a musical sound in itself—and he wondered whether he had seen anyone prettier.

"If hers was the last face I ever saw, I'd die a happy man." Fenrys sighed and walked off.

James rolled his eyes. "He's about to seek an introduction to her, isn't he?"

Rowan's lips twitched up.

He had always liked James. The man was completely without artifice and his enthusiasm for everything was so infectious, no one could remain angry with him. He had spent a few summers with the Galathynius children, until their youngest daughter was abducted and the visits stopped.

"I say you must frown a little less, sir, unless you wish to give offense."

Rowan looked up, startled at being addressed by the object of his thoughts. She looks even lovelier up close, thought he.

"I detest these events."

"So do half the people in this room and yet, appearances must be maintained."

"Deceit is not in my nature."

The lady frowned. "It is not deceitful to pretend you are interested in an event in order to spare your host's feelings."

"Your motive may be charitable but it is no excuse for dishonesty."

The lady looked amused but did not pursue the topic further. "I hope you will forgive me for speaking without a proper introduction, sir. I am not a fan of convention."

Rowan smiled.

An unmarried woman, not even of age, and already a heiress to a trade empire—by all accounts, she did not seem like one.

"I will, if you allow me to remedy the situation now." He bowed with exaggerated formality. "I am Mr. Rowan Whitethorn of Harcomb, in Doranelle."

Her cheek dimpled. "Miss Celaena Sardothein—my father—"

"Mr. Hamel, yes, I know." He almost cringed at how rude he sounded. "He and I, we are—"

"—business associates, yes, I know," she teased with an impish grin, replying in a poor imitation of his own deep voice.

Her eyes twinkled with amusement, filled with laughter and mirth—turquoise orbs, ringed with brilliant gold.

All of his resolve flew out of the window. "Miss Sardothein, will you allow me the pleasure of leading you into the first set? The dancing is about to commence."

"The pleasure will be all mine."

In hopes of starting a conversation, he said, "You are a fine dancer."

"I would have believed you to be a liar if we hadn't already established that deceit of any sort is your abhorrence."

He smiled. "And if I were being insincere?"

"I would take it as a compliment to myself, for it will mean that you are acting on my advice from earlier about lying for the sake of appearances."

They fell silent again.

"We must talk some, you know," said Rowan. "For someone who claims to be concerned with appearances, do you not think it would look odd for us to spend a half hour together but in silence."

She startled at the sudden statement. "Introduce a topic then and I will do my poor best to maintain the conversation."

Rowan complied and was pleasantly surprised to find her lively and good-humored and well-informed on most subject from current fashion disasters to books to political bills and movements. Her arguements were passionate and far from taking offense at his dry humor, she matched it with witty quips of her own; and to top it alll off, she was as skilled a dancer as a conversationalist.

Rowan was almost annoyed when the song came to an end. He could not recall the last time he had been half as well entertained.

"You will be the death of me, you foolish, foolish chit!" screeched the old matron.

Fenrys had allowed himself to be dragged into a bookstore, which happened to be one of his least favourite places, by his cousin, James—the second son to his uncle, Lord Rhoe, the Earl of Narrowcreek—and was now eager for any sort of amusement. He turned towards the high-pitched shriek with interest.

A young lady stood near the shelves, tall and proud, even in the face of her mother's ill-bred manners.

Her blonde hair fell down in waves, half pinned by dragonfly-shaped hair combs. The fabric of her dress was fine enough for her to belong to the first circles and yet, he could not recall seeing her—or her mother—anywhere.

"Ungrateful child! Wait until I tell your father what you did; he will be most displeased."

She bit her lip to contain her mirth, though her cheeks flushed with embarassment. Her eyes flitted to the door and back, as if she was looking for some escape.

"Poor girl," the bookshop owner murmured.

The following words had the unfortunate attention of drawing the mother's attention towards the owner.

Lord Fenrys almost laughed at the alarmed look on the owner's face when she began lamenting to him instead and then looked over at the lady who was staring at the door with a thoughtful look, as if wondering whether or not to attempt an escape.

She must have decided in it's favour because she gathered her skirts and made a mad dash towards the door.

Fenrys realised he was standing in her way and hastened to move but it was too late—

"Darn!" cried she.

The commotion drew her mother's attention and upon spotting her wayward daughter lying on the floor with a grimace, she rushed over with a whole new litany of complaints.

Fenrys could have sworn the lady cursed under her breath.

"Stubborn, stubborn child! I told you not to run off without me but oh, how you love vexing me," shouted her mother in her high-pitched voice. "And what are you doing, bothering this fine gentleman over here? You had better not to talk to anyone if you are determined to refuse them all. You broke that poor man's heart—"

Fenrys quirked an eyebrow in interest, looking thoroughly entertained.

Her cheeks flushed further.

He frowned.

Up close, her face looked awfully familiar. He searched his brain for an answer.

A memory flashed in front of his mind. A highly unconventional black dress, a tinkling laugh and a ballroom.

Realisation dawned.

"Miss Sardothein! Fancy seeing you here," said he. "I almost didn't recognise you because of the hair."

"The hair? Oh, yes, I am very fond of dyes, but you have caught me in my natural state."

"I find you lovelier than ever. If you will forgive me for prying, I could not help but observe you haven't bought a thing yet, even though I know you to be a great reader! Is the reading material not to your taste, Miss Sardothein?"

Celaena answered wryly, "As a matter of fact, the books here suit my tastes very well—It is only that I am not allowed to buy books for a month—as punishment."

"No books! And what awful crime did you commit to merit that?"

"I rejected a marriage offer."

"A capital offense!"

Celaena smiled, "Indeed."

"I hope you are appropriately ashamed of yourself!"

"Horrified at my own audacity, really."

The lady looked up at him and grinned; Fenrys' own face turned pale and his mouth fell open in surprise. Ashryver eyes! She had ashryver eyes—like James, Aedion, and their mothers Helen and Evalin and—gods. The little poem his cousins had made up in childhood came to the forefront of his mind.

"The fairest eyes, from legends old,

Of brightest blue, ringed with gold."

But how...?

He looked at the woman again: her eyes bright and mirthful and thick eyelashes resting on her cheek, the face tugged at his memory; and she smiled so impishly, he had seen that smile before—

"Aelin," he blurted out.

He was startled when her smile dropped and recognition flickered in her eyes.

Fenrys shot an alarmed look towards the shelf behind which James had disappeared. Aelin was here! But how could this be? His heart thumped loudly inside his chest.

"Aelin?" She inclined her head in question.

He smiled uncertainly.

Was she really his little cousin? Aelin had been five year old when he last saw her.

But if he was wrong about this, could this come to bite him in the ass? She was certainly as old as his cousin would have been, had she been alive and she had the same unruly blonde curls and those ashryver eyes, teeming with life.

It couldn't be...

Arobynn's adoptive daughter.

"Yes, Aelin was my favourite cousin—you, uh, you remind me of her."

"If she is your favourite, then I am inclined to take that as a compliment." Celaena—Aelin?—smiled again, though her eyebrows remained drawn still. "The name does sound familiar. Perhaps I would have heard of her in the newspaper? The society column is a great source of amusement to my father. He reads it aloud to us from time to time."

Father? He wondered if she was talking of Arobynn or Mrs. Rhunn's husband.

Fenrys smiled sadly. "That is not possible for you see, my cousin died when she was five."

At least I thought she died.

"I am sorry for your loss." Then, with an arch look on her face, she asked, "If she was like me as you say, she must have been delightful."

He chuckled. "An absolute troublemaker."

"Definitely like me then," said she, sparing a look towards her mother. "I should leave now, before my mother lists you off as yet another suitor!"

And before he could think to stop her, she curtsied and scurried off.

Fenrys stared at the door, somewhat dumbfounded. Aelin is alive. He marvelled at the thought and then wondered how on earth he would inform her family—James would be ecstatic and his father would have to be informed, and Edward would have to be called to London, gods. Edward!

Aelin had been missed by all but no one grieved her as the poor man had.

Edward would be ecstatic; everyone would.

Fenrys ran towards his cousin out of breath, who was still examining titles in one corner.

"Fenrys, god, slow down, man! Whatever happened? You look like you saw a ghost."

He blinked.

Then, without any attempt at tact or discretion, he blurted out: "Aelin is alive."

"Aelin, Aelin, stop that—no, look at your frock, mother will be so angry, no, Aelin! You will hurt yourself like that."

The man watched, concealed behind the ridge as a little girl skipped from one mud puddle to another, blonde curls bouncing up and down as she moved. Her elder brother followed at a more sedate place, calling out admonishments and threats, not that they had an effect on her.

Aelin grinned over her shoulder and ran, leading her brother on a merry chase.

The man was still debating how to go about abducting the girl when fortune smiled upon him; she twisted her leg and fell down, prompting the boy to run towards her.

"It hurts," she whimpered, refusing to stand.

The man smiled maliciously and waited as the boy looked around. "Very well," he said finally. "If you promise not to go anywhere, I will fetch papa. Do not move, Aelin."

The boy rushed towards the manor house, ignoring the twisted knots in his stomach and burst into his father's private study. In his panicked state of mind, it took a few attempts for Rhoe to make sense of his garbled words.

A foreboding feeling rose in his stomach.

She will be fine, he tried to reassure himself. Aelin, troublemaker that she was, had had a lot worse than a twisted ankle.

But his alarm grew the nearer they came to where she was supposed to be and his heart pounded inside his chest. All colour drained from his face when they didn't find Aelin where she was supposed to be.

"Are you certain this is where you left her?"

Edward nodded.

Rhoe suddenly felt dizzy, his knees buckled and bile rose up in his throat.

He reined himself in and with admirable composure, organised search parties to search around the estate and the neighbourhood.

The search carried on until late that night, when an express rider from the nearby magistrate arrived with a letter: a nearby warehouse had burned down earlier that day and two bodies were found: a man in his forties, who could not be identified and a seven year old girl who had on a silver anklet bearing the word fireheart and requested Mr. Galathynius' presence tomorrow at the warehouse to confirm the girl's identity.

Rhoe folded the letter, excused himself from company and sent his sons to their beds.

Then he entered his study: the study no one was allowed to enter without permission—except his Aelin—slumped into the armchair by the fireplace and wept.

note: ...and it's here. I have so many drafts of this chapter lying around, I'm surprised I actually finally posted it lmao.

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[yandereocs]

Yantober- Day 11: Possession

Pairing- Royalty x reader

You're not too sure if Royalty ACTUALLY loves you.

She never says that she does, and she's a huge jerk to you.

Her personal servant always says that she does love you, but you think he's only saying that because he doesn't want you trash talking his boss.

You sighed. Why did you have to catch the queen's eye? It's unfair. You shouldn't have to deal with her crappy attitude just because she decided to rip you away from your life.

Your door opened and you snapped your gaze towards it. Your heart dropped when you saw who it was.

The queen.

Royalty shut the door behind her and turned her gaze back towards you. "There's an event today. I'd rather not go, but apparently I have to. So, you're coming with me."

You groaned. "Why do I have to go to?" You sighed. Royalty's eye twitched. "You need to go because I said so. Now, I'll have a servant sent over here in a bit to get you ready. You need to behave today." She snapped before leaving the room.

You huffed in annoyance and crawled back into bed. You didn't want to go. The queen always drags you to events and you don't even know why. You never even do anything. All you ever do it just awkwardly stand next to her as she talks to other attendees.

It sucked.

Some time passed and you were ready for the event. You sighed as Royalty dragged you by your hand. The event was taking place at Royalty's castle, at least. So there was a small chance that you could slip away from the event. That is, if your captor would even let you leave her side.

There were lots of people. Other members of royalty from neighboring kingdoms and their personal knights. You but the inside of your cheek. These events always made you feel so out of place.

You tugged on Royalty's grip. She snapped her head around, her remaining eye narrowed in annoyance. "What."

You shuffled your feet. "Can't I just stay in my room? I never do anything here. You don't even let me talk to anyone else!"

The queen huffed in annoyance and yanked you forward, her grip tightening. "You are NOT going anywhere. You belong to ME and if I say that you have to stay here, then you STAY HERE. Am I clear?"

You didn't like how she was scolding you like you were some child. You were considering arguing back, but people were starting to stare and you felt your cheeks warm up with embarrassment. "Yeah." You muttered.

Royalty huffed and released her hold on you, your wrist sore from how tight her grip was. You gently rubbed the sore spot and begrudgingly followed the queen. She really did just treat you like some glorified pet.

And it was going to stay like that.

Because Royalty isn't too fond of her pets stepping out of line.

And you don't want to know what will happen if you misbehave.

[darling-i-read-it]

Article

Michael Myers x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: talk of murder, hosptials

Author’s Note: I saw a lot of you wanted a part two to new nurse but I really liked how I ended that one so here’s a fic in the same vain but a differentish plot! I really dig writing for Myers

Summary: Two people looking to write something on Michael come to the hospital  

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif)

The idea that Michael was ever going to show any emotion was so outlandish that barely any of the people in the hospital discussed it. It was simply the fact that he was an empty shell of what a person once was. That was the idea anyway. The idea that he could have been a human was a personality that wasn’t stoic ever made most people scoff.

Not you. 

You had an idea in  your head, truth or not, that when Michael was a child he was quiet but he was of course a person. Things had happened, he was shoved into the hospital and he had been there ever since. You had been working there as a nurse for ages. Not as long as he had been there of course but you had been there longer than most of the nurses. Most people were gone within the years. 

Even as the doctors came and went you stayed. 

You were the most constant face that most patients had in their lives.

Including Michael. 

“Listen, we just want to talk to him for this thing we’re doing,” a boy probably in his mid twenties said. You were at the front desk. You had been called off your rounds by one of the doctors who had only been there about a month.

“I don’t know what you’ve heard but MIcahel doesn't’ do a lot of talking and he isn’t supposed to have visitors,” you said dumbly. People like this came around all the time, thinking that they were going to break the infamous killer. Get a video of him and pass it around. You were usually the person who was directed to get rid of them, as MIchael's primary nurse since you showed.

“But could you just get us in for a few minutes?” his partner, a small girl asked. You shook your head.

“I cannot.” 

“Not even if we…” she hit the boy and he nodded, holding some money in his hands to gesture it out to you. You laughed and shook your head.

“Is your life worth twenty whole dollars hon?” you asked and he retracted his hand, letting out a sigh. 

“Aren’t you Y/N? The nurse?”

“No I’m a circus performer.” They shared a look.

“You’ve been Michaels nurse for over fifteen years! What was that like? Grab the camera Chad,” the girl said and you shook your head, looking over at the guard who nodded. He grabbed Chad's arm and he struggled.

“No just a few questions! We’ve come all this way.” 

“Knowing you weren’t going to see him. No one sees him.”

“You see him!” she screamed. The guard was trying to take him out and for a moment you let it happen before raising your hand. They stopped. You walked forward.

“Michael Myers is a dangerous man who killed his sister when he was a boy. He doesn’t talk and he doesn’t show any emotions. I am the only nurse who sees him daily and I can confirm that. That’s all you need to know.”

Chad nodded.

“Can we get a picture?” 

“Let them go Steve,” you called to the guard and he nodded. He let out a sigh and let them go. They walked up to you and the doctor watched you carefully. Everyone was watching you carefully.

“Can we see him?”

“You can see him threw glass. I have to see him now anyway.” They shared an excited look, laughing.  

“I’m Lee, this is Chad and thank you so so much Y/N.” You nodded, gesturing for them to follow you.

“Don’t let anyone touch you. Don’t make eye contact with any patient. Don’t record any patient. You get one picture of Michael and then I have Steve escort you back to the front where you will go and never return.” 

“What is it like? Being the only person to see him every day? Are you ever scared?” Lee asked. You shrugged.

“I was when I first got here. We’re the same age and I just kept saying that to myself. That I have friends my age and his age and we’re all just people even if we’re in different places.” 

You walked through the halls swiftly and Lee and Chad tried to keep up while attempting to keep their eyes away from any patient that might pass.

“Are you...friends?” Chad asked. You laughed.

“I’m the closest thing that MIchael has to a friend I guess.” 

The three of you came to his door.

“We talked to the doctor out front. He told us that you’re the only nurse Michael allows in the room.”

“I’m the only person he allows in the room which is why you look through the window.” You unlocked the door and gave them a look as you shut it behind you. They watched eagerly through the small window as you approached the bed where MIchael was laying. 

“Food,” you muttered. He sat up a bit and swung his leg off the bed. Chad raised his camera and it snapped, the flash reflecting through the window. Michael was facing away from the door when he sat up but at the flash his head turned around slowly.

You even saw the flash, away from the door. You stepped in front of MIchael and he looked up at you. 

“Sorry about that. They’re assholes who wanted to know if you were still alive,” you muttered. He gave you a small curt nod that you wouldn’t have caught if you weren’t so close to him. “Yeah look at that. Alive.” 

You turned around to the door and both you and Michael looked in the window. The staring was so intense that Chad and Lee had to look away. 

“Hope they write a good article or whatever it is they’re doing.” You could feel him looking at you now like ‘you didn’t ask?’ and you raised a hand to shoo him away. “I’m gonna get them gone. I’ll be back for vitals don’t go anywhere.” 

His breathing quickened into a huff that was the closest you were going to get as a laugh before you walked outside.

“The flash? Really?”

“I forgot it was on,” Chad muttered.

“Steve.” He nodded and grabbed both of them. 

“What is it y’all are doing anyway?”

“Article!” Lee said as they were dragging her away. You smiled. You opened the door a bit.

“Article.” 

He gave the curt nod and you smiled.

[chlodani]

His Lost Girl to His Profiler

Once Upon A Time AU

Criminal Minds crossover

(Fanfic)

An abandoned girl from the enchanted forest escaped her own reality by going to Neverland. She knew he was the most ruthless person she would ever come across, Peter Pan, but she thought he had to be better than the man she lived with. She felt that she could avoid him and if she had to fight him. What she never expected was to fall in love with him. Living out her life until one day she's sent away to an unknown place, where she meets him, a simple handsome looking genius, who happens to be her FBI coworker.

Chapter 1: Neverland

Chloe's P.O.V.

I held a magic bean in my hand. Standing at the docks, with the moon shining bright. No one was around me. It was just me and the night sky. Which was honestly relaxing. I stood there thinking of everything. Of everyone I had lost. Everyone that I have ever cared for, that I have ever loved, they're gone. My mother, my father, my best friends Destiny and Hannah. They were the ones who stayed the longest until, the horrible people I stayed with took us away from each other. I haven't seen them in years. They basically took everything away from me. It wasn't long after I turned thirteen that I discovered I had magic. I never told them, they never would have let me use it. I've always wanted to learn how to use it. Learn how to control it. Destiny and Hannah were the only ones I used my magic around. They were the ones that helped me to keep my mind aligned. Once they disappeared from my life I felt trapped. I couldn't stay here anymore. I hated it here. I hated my life. There was nothing for me here in the enchanted forest. One night while I was in the tavern, I had heard tell of an island that anyone who felt lost could disappear to. However, there was one thing, or person, on that island whom you have to watch out for. His name is Peter Pan. I honestly don't care who I have to defend myself from. I can't stay here anymore. The outfit I wore was that of a bandit. That's pretty much who I am.

Being alone, trying to fend for yourself, while also trying to survive. I can't do it anymore. I want to be free. I closed my hand with the magic bean in it. Closing my eyes for a split second. I took in a deep breath, opening my eyes, I threw the bean into the water. Without another thought I jumped through the portal.

I stood on the shore of Neverland, honestly amazed at my surroundings. I was drenched from having gone through the portal in water. I tried to use my magic to dry myself only half succeeding. I sighed as I looked at myself. Well, I guess I'll dry when I start moving. I ventured forth into the jungle, with wonder of what to find. I didn't know if I was ever going to meet this Peter Pan or not but I can't go back now. Leaving my old life behind will be good for me. It will give me a chance to start over. Even if I have to avoid someone as ruthless as Peter Pan for the rest of my life.

. . .

As I walked through the jungle I heard rustling in the bushes all around me. I stopped walking to listen. I pulled my sword from its sheath.

"Who's there?" I asked sternly.

"Well, well, well, -"

I turned around to see a tall boy with a wooden staff walking towards me. He had a toothpick in his mouth. I pointed my sword straight out towards him.

"What do we have here?" He asked looking at me.

"Who are you?" I asked him.

He showed no emotion as I touched the tip of my sword to his chest.

"I think the question is, who are you? Pan doesn't like unknown people roaming his island without him knowing," he said to me.

"Well, if you're so sure about that, why don't you have Pan tell me that himself," I said to him.

"Gladly,"

Next thing I knew I was being dragged through the jungle. I had dropped my sword as I was dragged away. I tried escaping from their grasp, but they were too strong. They took me to a campsite, a fire sat in the middle. They had me on my knees in front of a log. Two of them stood on either side of me, still holding me so I couldn't escape.

"Felix!"

An older looking boy walked over to us.

"What is this?" He asked as he looked at me.

Looking up I saw him standing there. I looked into his face, and couldn't help the thoughts going through my head. He was very attractive in my eyes.

"She was roaming the island by herself. She disobeyed one of your rules," the boy I presume as Felix, (the one I talked to earlier) said to him.

The attractive one looked at me.

"Are you lost? - the first lost girl to ever come to Neverland, - help her to her feet boys -"

The boys standing on either side of me helped me stand up. They moved away from me. I looked into his green eyes.

"What's your name?" He asked me.

His British accent was almost to much for me.

"I think I should know yours first," I told him.

He smiled as he looked at me.

"Fair - I'm Peter, Peter Pan,"

"Well, Peter Pan, I don't want to cause any trouble, I just came here for a fresh start -"

"That's what Neverland is known for, those who have felt lost, alone, unloved, who have been abandoned. What happened to you?" Pan asked me.

"I don't think that's any of your business," I said to him.

"Actually, it is, everyone on this island is a family, and you're no exception,"

"Look I'm sorry if I've caused any trouble already. I just want to stay out of everyone's way, just as I've always done my entire life,"

"I'll make you a deal, take tonight to explore the island, do whatever your heart desires, then join us, be who you really are,"

"And just who am I?"

Pan smiled deviously as he looked at me.

"A lost girl, of course, everyone who has ever been abandoned is lost,"

I said nothing to him as I looked at him. There was something very intriguing about him. I didn't want to take his deal, but something told me, he would never leave me alone if I didn't. Or maybe do something even worse. And what's so bad about being a lost girl. Maybe it will change my life. I said nothing as I nodded to him. Another smile crossed his lips as he stepped out of the way allowing me to pass by him back into the jungle. I walked past him, venturing into the jungle behind him. I wanted to live out on my own, I feel as though now that I have met him, Peter Pan is going to be a part of my life for a long time.

. . .

I don't know how long I wandered. Everything was just so beautiful. I stopped walking to admire what was around me. I ended up in another area that had a large amount of water. I thought since I was alone, I'd try to use my magic to bring my sword back to me. Nothing was happening. Ever since Destiny and Hannah were taken away from me, it's like my magic has been blocked. Whenever I try, I can't use it.

"You're thinking to much about it,"

I jumped slightly not expecting to hear anyone. I turned around to face him.

"How did you find me?" I asked him.

"I know every inch of this island, no one comes to this island without me knowing," Pan answered.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help you,"

"I don't need your help, thanks,"

"Not knowing how to use your magic could be dangerous -"

"I don't have magic,"

"I know when someone has magic, - I could teach you how to use it and how to control it,"

"Thanks, but I say again, I don't need your help,"

"I think you do,-"

Pan appeared himself behind me. He was so close behind me, my breath became short, my heart beat a thousand times more. He placed his hands on my arms closer to my hands. He let his fingers lightly touch my hands. My body was tensing just feeling his touch.

"Don't think about it - let your emotion take over, find your anger -"

"I don't have any anger,"

I don't think lying to him was worth it. It's almost as if he knew I was. He moved himself closer to me.

"What makes you a lost girl? Who abandoned you?"

I said nothing as I looked into the darkness of the night.

"Why do you feel unloved?"

"I was abandoned as a baby, my mother and father didn't want me, I lived with my uncle who didn't allow me to do anything, he took everything from me, my best friends, he took everything. I never had a chance to get to know who I really was. I lived around so many people, but I was alone. I could never find my place, I didn't belong anywhere. I wanted to escape, I hated my life, I hated everyone around me. No one wanted me, no one loved me, I've never felt wanted by anyone. I was a slave in my own home, never allowed to do anything but what they wanted. They treated me like trash, they took away the people in my life who really mattered, rubbing in my face like I was nothing. I was nothing, - I am nothing. I've never been wanted by anyone, and I never will be. All I've ever been my entire life is lost. I've never felt like anything other than an orphan,"

I felt something in my hand. I looked down at my hand. I was holding my sword.

"How did I do that?"

"By embracing who you really are,"

I didn't know what else to say as I looked at him.

"I could teach you how to control it,"

"You would do that for me? Even though you have no idea who I really am?"

"There's always time to learn, - and there's something about you, I don't know what, but I want you-"

My stomach fluttered as I heard the demanding tone to his voice. He moved closer to my ear.

"And I will have you -"

Pan appeared a necklace into his hand. The chain was silver, there were two hearts crossing over the other, with a small emerald green stone in the middle.

He put the necklace around my neck. I didn't know why, but I liked the gesture. I liked being around him. My heart was beating a millions times faster as his warm breath covered the side of my neck.

"There's one thing you should know if you're going to stay on my island, - Peter Pan never fails,"

I shuttered underneath his touch as his hands rested on my arms. How am I going to live on this island feeling this way towards him? Why do I feel this way towards him? What purpose could he have possibly had for this necklace? I loved it, I wanted to hold onto it forever. Pan disappeared from my sight. I let out a breath I was holding back that I didn't even know I was holding back. I honestly didn't want him to leave. I wanted to be near him. I couldn't allow myself to get involved with him. It would mean nothing but trouble for me; but what if he can't stay away from me?

. . .

I found myself standing back outside of Pan's camp. I didn't know why I went back, but I wanted to be near him. I wanted to learn everything there is to know about magic from him. I watched as the lost boys danced around the fire, cheering and chanting.

"Come back for more?"

I turned to see Peter Pan standing behind me. My stomach fluttered as I looked at him. He had the most intimidating look on his face. One that I found rather attractive. He intrigues me just by the way he looks at me.

"I came back to tell you that I'm joining you," I said to him.

Pan didn't say anything as he looked at me.

"And I want you to teach me how to use my magic,"

Pan appeared himself behind me. He stood close behind me, placing one hand on my waist. He used the other to move my hair off my neck. He leaned down closer to my neck. His warm breath on my neck almost sent my body over the edge.

"It'd be a pleasure,"

I closed my eyes breathing out softly as he placed his lips on my neck kissing softly. It's almost as if he was teasing me. And he knew what he was doing. He moved back from me starting to turn around to walk back to camp. I didn't want him to move. I was to afraid to say anything. He turned to look at me.

"Aren't you coming?" Pan asked me.

He held his hand out to me. I found myself smiling as I took his hand. He led me into the camp.

"Boys, -"

They all stopped to look at us.

"This calls for celebration, let's welcome the first lost girl to ever come to Neverland," Pan said to them as if I was actually something worth celebrating.

I felt a little awkward standing there being put on the spot, but I also felt welcomed. I haven't felt that way in such long time. Maybe being here won't be so bad. Maybe this is where I have belonged all along.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Yall need to care about this woman and humans like her

She's right you need to stay home. Aliens and evil will be out getting as many people as they can sick. And it's dangerous.

At home it is dangerous for raids from kidnappers all you have to do is keep the doors and windows locked and yell "I've called the police" through the door. Regardless if you did or not and you should if they are going door to door or you see kidnapping. They won't and can't hurt you. Not if we stop them because you stop them by calling and telling.

I am bound by unforsakeable rules ... By other planets rulers that recommend the best way to handle the situations of their planet's aliens that are in leadership on our planet. It is humiliation..

That is why the situation is so harsh. And it is so tough and my poor human woman is crying.

We simply cannot handle the alien's way of life on our planet. Look what it does to my woman.

She is not an actress. she is a nurse. Simple at is pleading and begging for relief and help.

I don't like the situation. I don't like it as much as much soulmate. Except i don't fight it. I know the end result and i do know that he believes there is a Better way.

But this is recommended by Planet Mount Xion, Mount Zulululu, Mount Oryoion, Interplanetary Chioioyoiaua, District of Ximbouartouanzuxia, Fierengliesienteriafviewnyoxia, and Mount Jauantianiauv. As well as 3 comets.

"Allow an alien to attempt to cause harm and reverse it. Do not interfere and allow mistakes then comfort and allow contorsion meaning apply rhythmetic change when the time is right. Allow humans to behave as humans do and allow aliens to understand they are not a proper fit here on this planet, eradicate them and then We will do the rest"

That is what i was told to do.

So now I'm telling you. Y'all have been doing it wrong, my humans. Go home and see your families. Let the military take over. They have been trained for years for this. Take time off.

Queen Elizabeth II has protocols to send y'all home for 2 weeks with pay in Europe on the other side of the world from the Americas.

Americas will work hand in hand and each military for each hot and heavy zone has protocols and for invasions of each hospitals.

Quarentine and Social Distancing cannot and will not stop.

I am outsourcing myself to NYC as soon as i can and you will see a different ability of social distancing and Quarentine other than staying in your homes. Alex and the military assisting me in travels have talked to thr Governor of NYC about my visiting. And i will be seeing my warehouse. And making sure it is okay and things are updated as they ought to be. So those idiots picketing outside after a DNA4U test with a spit swab to see their health will be dragged inside By their ear and slapped around to prove I'm not a fucking idiot. Nor are my workers that go to work every day without having a tantrum of stupidity. 61% on Staten Island which i appreciate and will check for them it is satisfactory at least. And speak to the workers myself to ensure they are being treated as they should be -- like not being fired for being slower than usual on a day or several days or not being reprimanded for being so. And checking office records and other information as there was a manager that was purposely abusing staff.

I have hotels that Alex and i own together and we will see about them. Then we have to self Quarentine for 2 solid weeks upon our return to other states. Which means not even going out to get groceries but ordering them and having them delivered on our disinfected porch. Where we have to carry them in ourselves.

I will check other factories and have access to them and will be working on them as soon as i can. As of now i dont have that ability.

I will see about conversion of hotels temporarily and what else needs to be done

I do believe we have offered our military Free stays our hotels in 3 of our 10 hotels. So we will check on homeless and ill but before that those being evicted

We have 82 apartment buildings which we own between Alex, Snoop and Shaq and I. 71 are in Harlem and we will check to ensure the poorest of those are having food and utilities still on and see how they are.

No one should be charged rent in our facilities and we will ensure that is occuring in our housing facility management teams. And talk to them about ways to manage the ability of keeping utilities on. Water and electricity in all 82 apartment housing that we own.

We own 79 restaurants in lower Manhattan alone and we will ensure our management teams are hiring delivery personnel and are feeding people and our buildings do not shut down to improper lighting or sanitation. It is up to the governor about food supply to local communities however we do desire catering to people working in essential places. Free of charge.

We own 800 restaurants total in New York State.

So obviously we hire people to take care of our businesses because it's impossible for even a team of 6 to handle that many.

We bought most when they were shuttered down and closed. Which is why we own So many buildings in Harlem after drugs ran people out and bad land lords and etc.

We did have many loans at Chase Manhattan bank which are now paid off. And i took a loan to start Amazon. Of $3 million. Which has also been paid off.

In Chicago we have 4 times as many apartment complex and 2x as many restaurants.

In Detroit we own half as many apartment and less than 25% of the restaurants compared to NYC. Because some trustworthy people we know own the majority.

We don't own many stores in either metropolitan area.

In LA we own 5x what we do for apartments in NYC and 3x as many restaurants.

Over all we own 600 hotels in the USA. Worldwide we own 3000.

So i have a lot to do to allow my end of the understanding of the agreement for what i made for this new times to go on indefinitely until it is fully resulted in what it needs to result in.

I'm not bragging about what we own I'm saying I will make a prototype soon for what all land lords should be doing.

I will override the government in their expectations.

And so those that cannot afford rent dont pack your shit. Ill kick your land Lord's ass If i need to. I'll have an assessment once i get to NYC and manage what i can.

As i said i own the least there and so working with a smaller area doesn't mean it wont work with more. It means it will.

If you can make it in the Big Apple you can make it anywhere. But we would all feel better if i had a bit of an education about it wouldn't we? Not that i need one because really... Its all quite simple and not at all complex.

So don't be jealous when I'm finally doing what i deserve to do. And don't be thinking I think I'm some big shot hoe bagger. Cause I'm not and i don't.

There are things i have to do for a once and for all for the alien life to see that they don't belong here.

And unfortunately they make women like this cry. Men, too.

Stop wearing N95 masks. Those are for like dead bloated bodies, carrying hazmat.

Not for regular everyday nurse wear.

Nurses and doctors go home. Straight to shower. Seal your clothes in a bag. Shower and put the bags away. Or undress in your laundry room and put your clothes in the washer immediately then immediately shower. Hot water and soap. Wash all crevices and hair. Faces and hands.

Then put on fresh clean clothes and hug and kiss your family

92% of healthcare workers world Wide got the same corona i got when i got it. Families did not.

The 8% that didn't are COVID-19 diers.

Constance will finish this post to explain the rest of what you need to do as I cannot because of the binding agreement -- the dead must speak from the dead.

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