#these are probably spelled wrong but eh w/e

[beasttrash]

#felt KINDA unprepared last year and i am still very unprepared#i might make a few buttons or something idk

ok i've decided not to stress out about it because this year has been really hectic for me and i don't have the spoons required right now to think about this

but irregardless, concepts for public transit stickers feat. east blue sides:

love the last minute approval i recieved for anyc but i'll be there! (not artist alley im there for other reasons)

[subvertliterallyeverything]

NEW SERIES — VERT FIXES THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE

Now, I’m objectively correct, so there should be no debate at all. Also, since the English language is very very very wrong, this is probably going to take forever, or until I get bored.

SO. To start with, the Alphabet. Most of the letters are okay, but there are some redundancies and stupid exceptions that need to be fixed.

OK LETTERS: B D J K P Q T V Z

BAD LETTERS: A C E F G H I L M N O R S U W X Y

The first fix to be done is pronunciation.

Now, vowels are special because they’re vowels, and so are all incorrect. A rule that will come into effect later, is the double letter rule. Before, this only applied to the letter E, so that two E’s together makes the long E sound. Now, this applies to ALL vowels and is the only way to make their long sounds. Easy.

Also, all consonants should start with the sound they make FIRST, and then idk we’ll go from there. B is perfect, sounding like it’s spelled like BEE. F sucks, sounding like it’s spelled like EFF. which is wrong.

Finally, is C. I hate C. Literally completely redundant. So, instead, C only makes the CH sound. And, here’s the list.

A: “ah” B✅ C: “chee” D✅ E: “eh” F: “feh” G⚠️ H: “*a dog panting* AKA huh” I: “ih…” like in tic. J✅ K✅ L: “Leh” M: “Meh” N: “Nah” O: “(like the first o in octopus or in sock.)” P✅ Q✅ R: “rrrrrrrrr” S: “seh” T✅ U: “uh” V✅ W: “wah” X: “ksaw” (I know it’s weird) Y: “yew” (like u used to be spelled) Z✅

Oh, you’re wondering about “G” huh? Well, it’s pronounced “guh”. BUT, I needed it for this segway. Every letter can now ONLY say it’s name. Excluding vowels, but I already covered that. Basically, G can’t be used in giraffe anymore that’s for J. This means that SH, TH, R like in roar and whatever the heck Q used to say like in quail have suddenly been removed. We can’t give the first two the vowels’ special rules, since they would be exceptions, and aren’t actually “long sounds.” We can for R and Q though. Now R and Q are vowels. Good for them. So is Y now that we’re on the topic. It’s getting a promotion. Now for TH and SH. hm. Well we will need new letters. We’ll just reuse old ones. TH is now þ, which was called “thorn” and is now called “the.” and we can just turn “G” backwards and call it SH because why not. Now our alphabet has 28 letters. Boom done. ANOTHER new issue though, is when to say the letter’s name, and when to just say the first part. SO, welcome “•!” now •, which you can just call “Dot,” simply means “say the first part of the letter. For instance, “Peas” would be pronounced “Pee - Eh - Ah - Seh,” but Peas•, sounds normal. But wait! What about the first P? well. We’ll just make the rule that a constant follwed by a vowel will only say the first part of its name. Done. Now, it’s spelled PEAS•

Our new alphabet is now:

ABCDEFGວHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVþWXYZ

The old alphabet spelled phonetically (I think that’s how you say it) using our new perfect alphabet for reference is:

AA BEE SEE DEE EE EF GU ວ H I JAA KAA EL EM EN O PEE QQ R SE TEE UU VEE þ DUBUL UU EKS WII ZEE

idc about lowercase letters they just add more confusion therefore I’ve deleted every single one. Boom. No such thing as lowercase. If you want to specify yelling or not yelling idc figure it out.

Hope you enjoy my new and better alphabet! Ask me literally anything about it. I’ll probably focus on fixing words with double meanings in the next post. Okay cool stop reading.

[amphxtrite]

george weasley x fem!reader

part two: our future together

warnings: swearing, spelling/ grammar mistakes.

summary: George falls head over heels for the reader at Quidditch try-outs.

word count: 2.2k

enjoy <3

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Ah Quidditch, one of George’s favourite activities, other than pranking. The feeling of cool wind blowing against his face and the rush of adrenaline he gets hitting bludgers, and flying across the stadium at full speed makes him feel on top of the world. He’s adored the sport every since he was just a little kid watching in envy as his older brothers and his dad flew around throwing quaffles, catching snitches and, his favourite, hitting bludgers. He’d always dreamed of being to play real quidditch, not just the scrimmages at home, so when Fred suggested they try out for the gryffindor team in second year, he jumped on it. George smiles at the memory of their first try-out, they’d dusted any other kid in the beaters department and since then always have. Fred laughing loudly brings George out of thought.

It’s the start of a new year, which means try- outs again. George tries not to worry about it, he’s been on the team for years now, what could go wrong? He tries to focus on how excited he is to get back on the Hogwarts Pitch, but his anxiousness is shown, he’s tapping his foot and figeting with his bag string. “Let’s get a move on Fred, we’re going to be late!” He starts to drag Fred out the door of the gryffindor common room. “Alright, alright! Just quit your pestering.” Fred sighs, rolling his eyes and stuffing a dungbomb he was poking at back into his bag. “I don’t understand what’s got you in such a worry.” Fred starts. “We’ve been on the quidditch team for the past three years, we’ve got this!” The older twin smiles, patting George on the shoulder, “I know, but who knows who’s going to try out this year, what if there’s someone bloody amazing.” George says nervous. “Can’t be better than us, eh?” Fred smiles back. George manages a weak grin.

The twins make their way into the changeroom and get into more suitable clothing, swapping out their uniforms and ties, for their quidditch jerseys, and shin guards. Grabbing their brooms, they make their way onto the pitch and are greeted by their captain, Oliver Wood. “Hello lads.” He greets with his usual heavy Scottish accent. “How’s it going Oliver?” The twins answer back in sync. “Not bad, just excited to start try-outs, you guys have got competition this year!”Olliver laughs pointing over to a small group of gryffindors huddled together. “Well I guess we’ll just have to show em who’s boss, right Freddie?” George nudges his twin. “Right on George.” Fred answers back smugly.

The try out begins with a couple laps around the pitch, so Olliver can start to pick off those he sees unfit. Fred and George decide to have some fun looping around people and pestering their friends. “Heya, Harry how's it going?” George smiles at the blue-eyed brunette, while flying upside down above him, Harry flashes a smile and rolls his eyes at the twins' antics before making small talk with the red-head.

Oliver finally calls everyone back down and starts each round of try-outs starting with chasers, he and Fred began to cheer on Angelina, Katie and all their fellow gryffindors, feeling pride watching his classmates play.

George starts to grow nervous as the try-outs for the beaters roll around, he figits with his broom as Oliver begins to call them out in twos. “Alright let's have y/n and Finnick go first!” Oliver motions for two people. George sees a tall, skinny boy walk out first, sizing him up, he turns to Fred and shrugs slightly before turning back to look at whoever y/n was. His breath catches in his throat. You were stunning. He watches you in shock as you climb onto your broom with a bat and push off, taking a moment to admire the way your h/c hair blew in the wind and the look of excitement plastered on your face as you flew around, your e/c eyes seemed to shine like diamonds in the sunlight. How did he not notice you before? “Blimey.” George whispered out watching you race back and forth hitting bludgers back with such elegance and force. He had a dopey grin stuck on his face as he watched the way your eyebrows scrunched together when you spotted a bludger and how you retaliated quickly after a not-so-good hit. You were perfect. “Freddie…” he turned to his twin next to him. “I think I’m in love.” He concluded a blush littering his freckled cheeks. Fred eyes widen and his brows shoot up, looking back towards the pitch, he’s in time to see you landing back down, a huge smile plastered on your face as you pant slightly, giving a high-five to your partner. Fred looks back towards his twin “y/n?” Fred questions, George nods, still gazing at you, stuck in a daze, as you take a sip from your water bottle and spoke to Angelina. “Mate, that’s Angie’s best friend, she’s going to rip you to shreds!” Fred laughs. “Really?” George questions, he tries to think back to if he’s ever seen you before, but draws a blank every time. “How come I’ve never seen her before?” George asks, his eyebrows knitting together in a confused expression. “Well you’re pretty bloody clueless for one.” Fred smirks and continues, “You know, she goes to games a lot to cheer on the team, you probably haven’t noticed cuz you’ve got your head so far stuck in the game.” Fred laughs loudly. “She’s also in the year below us so that explains why she’s not in any of our classes.” Fred finishes explaining, rolling his eyes as he watches his twin’s love-struck expression.

“Weasleys’ you’re up!” Oliver shouts. The twins shoot up immediately, walk over and quickly ascend into the sky. “Alright George it’s go-time so put your goo-goo eyes away, alright?” Fred warns. George blushes bashfully, sneaking a glance down at you one last time, he almost has a heart attack when he sees you looking back at him, cheering him on with Angelina. He musters a smirk and decides to show off a little. Oliver releases the bludgers and George grips the bat a little tighter, he lets his usual competitive nature consume him and he flawlessly hits back the incoming bludgers with a strength only to be rivaled by his own twin. Flying back and forth down the pitch, doing loops and laughing, he looks back at you again after hitting the bludger several yards back and sees a look of amazement cross your eyes, your lips slightly parted in shock at the sheer talent of the twins. George’s smile goes even wider and taking a chance he shoots you his signature wink and speeds back into the game. Praying that he’d gotten the reaction he wanted.

Back down on the ground, you watch in awe as the Weasley twins loop around, hitting bludgers and laughing their heads off, you could kiss being a beater goodbye when the twins were this good. Your focus was mainly on George, his loops and turns were just so amazing and the ways his arm flexed made you blush. Continuing to watch him, he makes eye-contact with you and winks, before swinging his bat again, You smile and feel your heart swell. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Angelina, who comments on the small interaction.

“Oh what’s this I see?” she teases, “does someone fancy a certain Weasley?” Angelina continues a wicked grin crossing her face. “Don’t be ridiculous Angelina, there's nothing there.” You say brushing her off as the twins land, pushing each other around smiling. “I don’t know y/n, I’m pretty sure that wink was something.” She nudges you. Ah shit so she saw that. You feel your face grow hotter as a devilish smile grows on Angelina’s face.

George had just touched down. Wiping the sweat of his brow with his arm he nudges the boy beside him, “Nice job Fred!” he says high-fiving his twin. “You too!” Fred laughs back, bumping shoulders with George. Oliver calls up the next duo as Angelina calls out for them. “Oi, you two nitwits, i have someone for you to meet!” she yells for them. George can see you bury your face into your hands and he frowns. Was something wrong? Fred saunters over with George in tow and the two groups meet halfway.

“Well hello there Miss Angelina, you called?” Fred says as he approaches the two friends.

“Yes, I’d like you two to meet my very best mate y/n.” She laughs wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You blush and mutter a thank you to Angelina before speaking.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, you’re very great at quidditch by the way, y-your skills I mean.” you stutter out, mentally cursing yourself for messing up your introduction. George couldn’t care less in fact, he could’ve melted right there, your voice was adorable and your nervousness made him just want to wrap you in a hug.

“Thank you, haha y/n right?” Fred answers swavely before George could open his mouth, The younger twin turns and glares at his brother, what was he doing? “Yeah, that’s me.” You respond.

“Hey Angie, how come you haven’t mentioned little y/n before?” Fred teases. Angelina rolls her eyes.

“Oh I have, you two twats don’t seem to listen though.” She says coldly. Panic takes over the older twins face. “Oops?” Fred cringes. his answer coming out more like a question.

George decided to speak now while the other two were bickering. “You’re really good yourself you know, you’ve got a mean swing.” George compliments, your face lights up like a kid in a candy store. “Wow! Thanks George, it means a lot.” you smile sweetly at him. His breath hitches.

“W-wait you can already tell the difference between us?” he asks, trying to be nonchalant, but his voice comes out very excited. “Of course!” You laugh. “Angelina’s been telling me loads about you guys, and I’ve just drawn the personality to the person.” You giggle out. “Of course, she obviously can recognize the better looking twin.” Fred butts in puffing out his chest smugly. You roll your eyes, “Fred’s the confident and cocky twin and George is the sweet and compassionate twin” you explain with a smile playing on your lips. Fred opens his mouth in mock offence looking to Angelina for an answer, Angelina stares back at him and mutters a quick, it’s true.

George could tell he had to be beaming, you thought he was sweet and compassionate! He was going to burst with happiness.

“Hey Freddie can I talk to you, alone, for a sec?” Angelina asks, pulling Fred away. “Uh-yeah of course.” Fred follows slightly confused. Angelina shoots y/n a wink and George a look that said, don’t fuck up, as she continues to pull Fred away.

Oh shit she saw his blush didn’t she? Feeling nervous he turns back to face you and he can’t help but stare into your gorgeous eyes, tracing your adorable nose and perfect lips, he can feel himself falling. Hard.

“Lovely weather we’re having” you started, George accidentally cuts you off “Uh- hey, y/n how’d you like to grab a butterbeer with me this weekend?” he asks with a grin, silently kicking himself for interrupting you. Your eyes widen at his sudden boldness, but it’s replaced with a smirk. “Are you asking me on a date Georgie?” His face must’ve been on fire now, he hoped you’d think it was because of the try-outs. Godric he loved the way you said his name.

“I might be, what if I was?” he questions sarcastically. You grin playfully, you pretend to think it over, tapping a finger on your cheek. “I’d say, I’d love to go with you George Weasley and do this.” George looks at you confused as you walk closer to him, but it’s replaced with happiness when you wrap your arms around his torso. He was going to faint, he was sure of it, serotonin was coursing through him at such a fast pace he felt himself physically wobble. You step back a bit, not wanting to over step any boundaries.

Regaining a sliver of his confidence he flashes a charming smile. “Well then y/n what do you say then? Will you go on a date with me?” He opens his arms. You roll your eyes playfully and step back into his embrace. “Yes George I’ll go on a date with you.” you murmur into his broad chest. He hugs you tighter as Angelina and Fred walk back into your view, “alright love birds, y/n and I have got to get going.” Angelina pulls you by your shirt out of George’s embrace, you pout and say one final goodbye to both the twins before grabbing your bag and rushing to Angelina’s side, waving before turning and chatting with her.

Fred leans closer to the blushing red-head, “I take it, it went well?” Fred teases. George doesn’t answer at first, too busy watching you fade in the distance. “Perfect. It went perfect.” He feels himself grinning like an idiot and turning to his twin, “Freddie, I think I'm in love.” He says again joyously, “Alright, loverboy, let’s go get showered and changed so you can go hang with your little y/n again.” Fred suggests. George nods excitedly and grabs his bag, walking alongside Fred back towards the castle. Smiling all the way back.

George didn’t think it possible, but he found himself loving quidditch even more, tuning out Fred’s voice, he silently finds himself hoping he’d get to play quidditch with you by his side.

[shoichee]

Oblivious!reader as Aomine’s Crush

May I request for an HC or Fic, you can choose, of like…Aomine’s crush is like the MOST OBLIVIOUS person and at least the same year as sakurai. Daiki teases them to be flirty but they think he hates them so they go to basketball practice crying looking for ryo because aomine “hates” them but daiki just butts in and tells them in frustraition? If only you’re okay with it though hahahaha

@thirsthourdemon hi!! sorry it took so long woooo thank you for stopping by this blog and sorry it took so long D:

Oblivious!reader x Aomine Daiki

[Headcanons]

Note: as much as my head is FILLED with the urge to write a fic, my uni classes said “hell no.”

so you can be a bit dense and while Aomine finds it really really cute at first…

endearing and cute… only for the first few weeks he’s tried to make a somewhat attempt to hit on you ever since he saw you smiling at your class president in the hallways

but after that,,,, well,,,,,,,,

you were very close friends with Sakurai, his mild, but responsible personality meshing perfectly well with your slightly airheaded personality

what does that mean? well, you would sit on the benches to watch Sakurai practice while you were either A.) doing your homework and being absolutely oblivious to the curious (or less than decent) stares or B.) eating Sakurai’s extra bentos he would sometimes pack that day because you would sometimes forget your own

this doesn’t bode well for Aomine, especially since he ditches practice 24/7 and every time he tries to look for you after school, he could never find you for some reason

until he showed up to practice that one time to steal an octo-dog from Sakurai’s bento when he saw you talking with the coach, trying to earnestly learn more about the sport

ohohohoho, his smirk grew and he’s having the wildest ideas in trying to get your attention

*proceeds to rip off the entire backboard and glances to your figure to see you wide-eyed*

*also waits outside the gym with a confused Momoi until everyone except you and Sakurai leave*

Aomine also tells Momoi to scram, also subtly glares at Sakurai

both leave but both give each other the look before they both hide behind the bushes to eavesdrop

there was no way in hell Sakurai would leave you alone to Aomine, even if he was someone who wasn’t confrontational

Momoi, on the other hand, even if she was pissed he name-called her, didn’t trust him to be on his own devices, especially with someone as sweet as you

“So you’re the one Wakamatsu has been ranting about,” you said tilting your head up as you took in Aomine’s appearances for the first time

“Huh? Yeah I guess,” he flippantly grumbled, scratching the back of his head as he averted his gaze away

you gasped, bringing Aomine’s (and the eavesdroppers’) attention back to you

“Wha…? Where’s Ryo?”

“…” - everyone right now

as you cluelessly look around your surroundings, Aomine steps forward to clasp your wrist and slightly tug you towards him to get your attention back on him

“Tch, forget about him for a second.” Aomine makes a harsh frown before remembering that he was supposed to make a good impression

your eyes curiously dropped to his hand on your wrist

“Aomine-san… Is there something wrong with my wrist?”

“Huh?? No, obviously not you idi—(y/n)—” he coughs out in an attempt to cover up his mishap but you don’t seem to notice

“Wahhhh, I have to look for Ryo!” you said, your brows furrowing. “He’s probably waiting for me right now! Ah, I’ll see you later, Aomine-san!”

and you dash from Aomine, breaking free from his loose clutch on you

Aomine just stands there dumbly, watching you until you leave his sight before he kicks the dirt in irritation

meanwhile, Sakurai leaves the bushes to chase after you and Momoi huffs as she stomps to him, pushing Aomine from behind

“Ow—what the hell?”

“Mou—I can’t believe it! You can’t just treat everyone like that!”

“Hah? You never nagged me about this before. Besides, don’t you people like that kinda stuff?”

“Ugh, Aho-mine! You lack delicacy! You have to be romantic and sweet if you like the person—!”

“Who says I like (y/n)?”

“It was as clear as day, stupid!”

meanwhile…

Sakurai is gently scolding you for getting yourself into a “possibly scary” situation although you don’t really get it

“What’s scary about Aomine?”

“E-e-eh?? Lots, (f/n)!! Did you not see him beat up Wakamatsu-san and rip off the hoop??”

“Well, I dunno, Ryo…” you started. “He seems out there, but I think he’s a nice guy.”

“That’s what you say to every person you meet.”

“Hmpf! Not everyone,” you pouted

“Just… just be careful, okay?… I worry for you…”

…

for the two weeks, it was a pattern of Aomine waiting for you outside the gym after every practice, while Momoi and Sakurai begrudgingly hiding to eavesdrop, ready to intervene if needed

that said, both are inwardly cringing at Aomine’s attempts at “flirting” while everything just seems to fly over your head as you blink and politely smile

“You’re not half-bad looking, y’know?”

“So who’s the other ‘half-bad’?”

“What?”

“What?”

You would tilt your head innocently at a flustered but frustrated Aomine

if you listen hard enough, you could hear a loud worried sigh and an “Ahomine!” from a distance

or another day:

“So there’s a movie at 5 tomorrow, and I got an extra ticket. Wanna go?”

“Don’t you have Momoi?”

“She has practice.”

“Don’t you have practice, too?”

“….”

or another day:

he decided to take Momoi’s advice in being more “forward” but showing enough romantic gestures to get the point across… but the only thing he could settle on without getting too sappy was the kabedon

“A-Aomine-san! What’s wrong? Can you stand properly? Do you need to go to the—”

“Shut up already, (y/n),” he drawled, before he tried to lean in closer to your face…

but then you slapped your hand to his forehead and leaned even closer to his face to try to feel his temperature

oh, but your lips—too close—too close—help—

“Oh no! You are burning up!”

Aomine was ready to faint right there and then

…

“You need to tell her and be honest, Dai-chan!”

“Shut up, Satsuki. Non’ya business.”

“It is, Aho-mine!” she huffed. “(y/n)-chan is my friend too!”

he groans as he sits up from his napping position at the rooftop before he stretches his limbs and walks to the gym

…

“Aomine-san! You’re coming to practice today?” you turned to the blue-haired ace at the doorway in surprise

“Nope, I’m sleeping.”

“Huh?”

he languidly walks to your side to steal your onigiri

“Wha—?”

“Thanks for the food, shortie.”

“Ah?”

and he gives your head a few firm taps before he leaves the gym before a Momoi unceremoniously bursts into the room, wheezing

“Is Dai-chan here?…”

you shake your head “no” in response, still in a stupor at processing what just happened, and Momoi just dashes back outside to track him down

…

“A-Aomine-san!” your fingers barely grazed the pencil as he held it up way above his own head. “Could you please… give that back?”

“You can get it back if you manage to get it,” he said, with a mischievous smirk on his face

“Wh-why meee?” you whined, as your breath shortens out of exertion

“You’re the only one who could cure my boredom.”

“Aho-mine! Give it back to (y/n)-chan!”

“Tch, fine…”

…

yeah, he’s just been calling you various names, stealing things and taunting you to get it back by running FULL SPEED IN THE HALLWAYS, knowing FULL WELL YOU COULD NEVER CATCH UP

“Dai-chan, can you stop messing with (y/n)-chan? You’re so childish, sheesh!”

“Didn’t you say to be honest? They’re short, right? And I’m just playing with (y/n). You know that.”

Momoi wants to kill him right there and then

“Ugh! I swear, you’re so dumb! We might know you don’t mean these things, but does (y/n)-chan know? Besides, you’re not being honest with your feelings to them at all! Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid!”

…

“Ryo,” you sniffled to him one day. “Do you think Aomine hates me?”

“W-well, as much as I stay away from him… If he hated anyone he would make sure they know it…”

“I knew it! Was it something I said?” you gasped. “Maybe I’m the reason why he never went to practice. Maybe my presence annoys him—”

and you’re ready to break down in the middle of the hallways at the possibility of having someone hate you because of your obliviousness to your own insensitivity

“N-no! (f/n)-san, it’s not that!” Sakurai uncharacteristically firmly says. “Why don’t you talk to him to sort it out?… I’ll walk you to him but…”

despite your reluctance, you figured it was the best course of action, and you were determined to at least apologize to him

well, you were until you turned around and walked smack dab into the touou ace

as you rub your nose to ease the pain and look up to the person, ready to apologize, you freeze

uh oh, did he hear the entire thing?

you mad dashed to the opposite direction but he immediately chases after you, leaving a concerned Sakurai in the dust

of course, you were no match for his long legs his agility and you were soon tackled by him when you were both outside the classroom buildings

as he tackled you, he cradled you into his arms as he twisted his body to take the brunt of the fall

“Ah! I’m so sorry, I’ll get off right no—”

he fully locked his lips onto yours

“Shut up, already.” he frowns before continuing, “I never hated you, stupid.”

“You… don’t?”

“Tch,” he clicks his tongue in irritation but he still pulled your cheek affectionately

“O-ow! Why don’t you go… to practice then?”

in response, he sighs and says, “it’s a long story, but I’ll tell you at Maji Burger… how’s that sound?”

“O-oh! I didn’t bring money today!”

“I meant as a date. You, me. Between us. As a romantic thing.”

“R-r-romantic!?”

“Do I have to spell it out?” he sighs loudly. “I like you, shortie.”

“H-hey!”

[graceful-cure-swan]

((Here’s another self-indulgent ship drabble! I decided to do something loosely based on a piece of fanart I saw a while ago and have saved to my phone. I also just really like fairytales so there’s that! I’m placing this under a cut for obvious reasons!))

“Seiji?!”

When Tsubasa walked through the woods, the last person she expected to see was Seiji. But something was wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong. He was just lying there, eyes closed and appearing to be locked within a deep sleep. Had he passed out due to exhaustion? Attacked? Or was it something else? Whatever it was, Tsubasa knew he did not simply decide to take a nap within a forest. It wasn’t like him.

Tsubasa rushed to his side and kneeled down. She immediately checked his pulse, breathing a sigh of relief when she felt it. So he was still alive. Knowing that, she gently put a hand on his shoulder and shook him.

“Seiji... please wake up!” Despite her shaking and her pleas, he was unresponsive. A whimper escaped past her lips. How did he end up like this and how was she going to wake him up? If someone did this to him, Tsubasa knew she had to do something to make them pay for harming Seiji. But she had to focus on helping him first.

Tsubasa looked down at the sleeping boy, holding back tears. What could she possibly do to help him? As she pondered what to do, she put a hand on his face and gently stroked it, briefly running her fingers through his hair. He was one of the most important people in her life; she had to do what she could to protect him. So she got out her Cure Line and called Blue. Before she could do anything, it was best to get Seiji to somewhere safe.

                                                          ***

A little while later, Tsubasa paced outside a room in the Blue Sky Embassy. Blue and Red were able to confirm one thing: somebody used magic on him for whatever reason. Was it one of those sadistic gray-faced mages? Or was it an enemy who wanted to upset the Happiness Charge Precure?

In any case, Seiji was resting on a spare bed while the gods tried to figure out how to wake him. Hime was currently visiting him, clearly just as worried about his well-being as Tsubasa was. The others were on their way and would be at the Embassy soon.

As Tsubasa was lost in her thoughts, she barely heard the door opening. The sound of Hime’s footsteps snapped Tsubasa out of her trance, causing her to stop pacing.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Seiji’s like Sleeping Beauty right now,” Hime remarked when she noticed Tsubasa looking at her. After she said that, Hime blinked. “Oh, that gives me an idea!”

Tsubasa raised an eyebrow. Considering what Hime just said, she had a sinking feeling she knew what that idea was. She’d been so panicked upon seeing Seiji in that state, that hadn’t even been a passing thought. Her cheeks heated up in seconds.

“You’re thinking what I’m thinking, aren’t you?” Hime gave her a small, knowing grin. “He did it for you when you were under the influence of those gray-faced creatures, so why not repay the favor? Besides, if it doesn’t work out, I’m sure we’ll figure out another way to save him!”

“B-but! I-I’d be w-willing to do anything to s-save him, but I... pl-please don’t look, okay?” Tsubasa’s gaze trailed down to the ground as she spoke, hiding her face, which had become as red as a beet. Hopefully the next kiss she shared with Seiji would be when they were both awake...

“It’s okay! I’ll be waiting right outside and nobody has to know!” Hime assured her, giving her a small pat on the head. Muttering a small thanks, Tsubasa went into the room where Seiji was resting.

Upon seeing him upon that bed and thinking about what she was about to try, Tsubasa’s heart began pounding so hard it was almost unbearable. This had to work. This had to or else Tsubasa wasn’t sure what to do.

The act itself was quick. Tsubasa quickly approached him, gave him a kiss on the lips and stepped away, praying that it would work. Even then, she almost couldn’t believe it when his eyes opened.

“What happened...?” Seiji muttered as he held his head and slowly sat up, looking around the room. When his eyes met hers, a squeak escaped past her lips despite her best efforts to stay calm. “Tsubasa...? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?”

 The relief that washed over Tsubasa was too much for her to bear. She burst into tears and rushed to his side once again, throwing her arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Thank goodness you’re okay. I was so, so worried!” Tsubasa cried. It was then that Hime and the others came into the room.

                                                           ***

A while later, after Tsubasa had a chance to calm down and the situation had been explained to Seiji, the two of them sat alone in the Embassy’s room. The others decided to give them some time alone to cool down.

“I’m sorry for worrying you like that. And thanks,” Seiji began, rubbing the back of his head. Tsubasa blinked. As Hime promised, she didn’t tell anyone about what Tsubasa did.

“E-eh? What do you mean?” Tsubasa tried to play dumb, still a little embarrassed by the fact she’d done the deed at all.

“You’re easy to read, Tsubasa. The only person worse than you at hiding her emotions is Megumi. Besides, this isn’t the first time a gray-face has decided to use magic for their own ends. For what end, I don’t know, but the next time I see one, I’m going to make sure they don’t bother us again,” Seiji said, briefly clenching his fists. Tsubasa nodded.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, but I’m glad you’re not hurt...” Tsubasa said. 

“It’s fine. I’ve been through worse, honestly. Besides,” Seiji began, pulling Tsubasa into a hug, “you can probably say you’ve repaid me for that one time I had to break one of those annoying spells.” Tsubasa squeaked.

“Y-yeah, I guess!” Tsubasa’s face once again heated up. She’d probably blushed more than she usually did this week! Seiji released her from the hug before smiling and standing up.

“Now let’s put this behind us and rejoin the others,” Seiji said, offering Tsubasa a hand to stand up. Tsubasa took that hand and smiled gently at him. 

“Yeah, let’s!” Tsubasa was more than ready to never mention this incident again, but at least Seiji was safe!

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things you left unsaid | t.h.

anonymous said: Hi! I wanted to ask if you cud write about being friends with tom but you develop feeling for him.            

anonymous said: 1.) things you said at 1 am from the the things you said prompt list With Tom x reader please (:            

→ 1. Things you said at 1 am from this prompt list

Summary: having casual sex with Tom despite having feelings for him? What could go wrong?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Song I listened to while writing: Umbrella by Rihanna

Author’s Note: I hope you don’t mind that I kind of mushed these two requests together. I didn’t mean for it to happen. IDK why but I really really liked writing this. I hope you like reading it just as much! Leave a comment/ask to let me know what you think ;)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, some smut if you squint

Word Count: 3,7k

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You kicked your feet up on the dashboard as the landscape flew past you in the car, the sun warming against your skin and the sky an amazing shade of blue. The day honestly could not get any better.

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing our road trip. I feel like we’ve been planning this since we’ve met in kindergarten,” you told your best friend Katie.

“I know right? It’s a miracle that we both found the time to take this trip,” she said, pushing her shades higher on her nose. “You want to make some music?”

“Yeah sure,” you hummed, sitting up straight to connect the cord to your phone, Rihanna’s voice booming into the car.

“When sun shines we shine together, told you I’d be here forever, said I’ll always be your friend. Took an oath, imma stick it out till the end.”

“Hey can you turn it down a bit? It’s really loud,” Katie asked and you nodded, turning the volume down. But instead of getting quieter, the music got louder and you had to cover up your ears.

“Umbrella, ella ella, eh eh eh. Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh eh eh eh eeh.“

“Oh my god,” you groaned, when you turned in your bed, smashing your face into the pillow. You just had the greatest dream and some jerk woke you up from it because he had to call you in the middle of the night. 

When the song finally stopped playing, you sighed in relief, getting comfortable and trying to fall back asleep. But an incoming notification lit up your phone screen with a loud ‘PING’ and then the song started again.

“When the sun shines we shine together, told you I’d be here forev-“

“Oh my god, WHAT?” you snapped as soon as you picked up the phone.

“Y/N?” a slightly slurred voice spoke.

“What do you want Tom?” you asked annoyed, immediately recognizing his voice despite the loud music in the background (and of course knowing that Umbrella was his ringtone). “It’s half past twelve am. You know I have to work tomorrow.”

“I’m at the club right now and Matthew ditched me,” Tom yelled into the phone, stumbling over his words.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered.

“Can you please come pick me up?”

“Are you serious right now?”

You pinched your nose, starting to get annoyed, though if this had happened a year ago, you wouldn’t have hesitated to go pick him up. But last summer the dynamic of your friendship had shifted quite a bit.

Your feet laid in Tom’s lap while you were snacking on some candy he had brought from his last visit in the states. You were watching How I met your mother while Tom was dicking around on his phone.

You popped in another piece of Reese’s in your mouth, while Ted and Robin were all over each other because of a carton of milk, when you felt Tom nudging your feet.

“Do you really think people can have sex without feelings attached?” he asked and you raised an eyebrow at him. You hadn’t even thought he was watching with you, since all his attention was directed at his phone. Or so you thought.

“I don’t know,” you said with a shrug, turning back to the tv. “I mean, obviously I never have done it. All examples I’ve seen are from movies or tv shows and it never ends well, so.”

“But they’re movies and tv shows. Most of things that happens on screen is not real,” he pointed out and you narrowed your eyes at him, watching him closely.

He was fidgety, and actively not looking at you. Something was up.

“Yeah, things like you fighting Ant-Man. That’s not real. But sex without feelings attached not working out seems real to me,” you said and poked his cheek with your finger.

“Where’s this coming from?”

He shrugged, his cheeks pink. “Ihaven’thadsexinhalfayearandIreallyneedsome.”

You put a hand behind your ear.

“I’m sorry. What was that?”

Tom sighed and ran a hand through his hair, which made it even messier. You had spent the whole time on your couch since Tom came to your place, and you were pretty sure he wasn’t doing anything before he came over. But you didn’t mind, he looked pretty cute with his hair sticking in every direction.

Not that you would ever tell him that. You were sure you weren’t supposed to think that way about a friend.

“I haven’t gotten laid in six months,” he admitted and your eyes widened slightly, before you realized you weren’t actually that surprised. He’s been busy for the past few months and hadn’t gotten the time to date anyone. Plus you knew he didn’t like sleeping around, especially not now that he’s famous. So, he was on a dry spell. Big deal.

“And you’re telling me this, because…?”

“Because I knew you haven’t had sex in a few months either,” Tom replied and you flushed, glaring at him.

“That’s not true!” you protested weakly. It was very much true. Between work and trying to balance your social life with your family and friends, there just hasn’t been anytime for your love life. Or sex, for that matter.

“You shave your legs  for one-night stands,” he pointed out, running his hand over your prickly legs. “And you broke up with that Josh before Christmas, so.”

Slapping his hand away, you pulled your feet from his lap, tucking them underneath you as you sat up on the couch with a frown, mad at Tom for noticing the small stuff, but at the same time, you’re kind of touched.

“Fine. Whatever,” you muttered. “Still doesn’t explain why you’re bringing this topic up.”

“I guess I was just thinking if that friends with benefits thing could work. You know. Between us.”

“Come again?” you asked, not believing what you just heard. Did Tom really just suggest for you guys to have sex? Platonically?

“I mean, I was just thinking it could work,” Tom argued and you stared at him, before reaching out to feel his forehead.

“What are you doing?” he asked, swatting your hand away.

“Just checking if you’re feverish, because you’re being delusional.” You said and he gave you a look. “What? You know this is highly out of character for you, right? I mean, friends with benefits? Really? Since when are you into meaningless sex?”

Tom reached out to take your hands in his. “That’s the thing, though. It wouldn’t be meaningless with you. You’re one of my best friends.”

You eyed your clasped hands wearily. You know you probably shouldn’t agree to this, especially not with the budding feelings you could feel coming.

“But why me?”

“Because I think you’re hot,” Tom blurted out, his cheeks flushing and your eyebrows rose, almost disappearing into your hairline.

“You think I am hot?”

“Yeah, ‘course I do. You’re fit, Y/N,” he said and you huffed, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“And why would I want to have sex with you?” you asked, deflecting. You knew this was not going to end well.

He gave you a look. “Because you haven’t had sex in a while and you think I’m hot.”

You scoffed and pushed his chest. “Please. I don’t think you’re hot.”

“I’ve seen you stare at my chest when you think I’m not looking,” he pointed out and you snorted, shaking your head vigorously.

“You’ve got a really big head, T. I don’t stare at your chest, or at you, for that matter.”

Tom sighed and reached behind his back, pulling his shirt off with one swift motion.

“W-what are you doing?” you stuttered as he sat shirtless across of you. You kept your eyes on his, but couldn’t help one quick glance towards his bare chest. Oh who were you even kidding? He was stupid hot.

“Fine,” you growled. “I think you’re hot. But do you really think this is a good idea, though?”

“A great idea, actually,” He said, nodding. “I’m away a lot, so there won’t even be any time for it to become awkward or for one of us to get feelings.”

But what if there already are feelings?

“And if one of us starts dating someone or it starts affecting our friendship, we stop. Easy-peasy,” Tom stated and you pursed your lips, still unconvinced.

“I don’t know Tom…”

“Oh come on, Y/N,” he said softly, his hand reaching out to tug you closer, his breath fanning across your cheeks.

You gulped in a breath, your eyes darting between his eyes and his lips. You were torn.

“I know you want this,” Tom mumbled, his fingers slipping beneath your shirt, stroking, no, caressing the skin of your waist gently. It was weird how he could change from jumpy and nervous to smooth, and seductive in a span of seconds.

“If it affects our friendship, we stop?” you asked and a smile spread on his face.

“We stop. Easy-peasy.”

“Easy-peasy,” you mumbled and leaned in, your lips touching his in a kiss that would be followed by many more.

And honestly, it’s all been downhill ever since.

While it was true, that Tom was away a lot for work, he still found the time to come over just to hang out with you or have sex.

You’ve never noticed how much time you actually spent with him until you started having sex almost every time you guys hung out. Another thing you had sworn to each other was to never tell anyone about this, knowing your friends would judge you.

You’ve already denied numerous allegations from Harry and Sam, asking if there was anything going on between you and their older brother. And you always told them off, god forbid a girl was only friends with a guy without anything else going on. It usually shut them right up and sometimes you felt bad, because they were right after all. But you never ever going to tell anyone about this.

Especially because you were friends with the twins long before you were introduced to Tom. You used to be in the same class as the twins and since Tom went to Brit school, you didn’t even know him until you started hanging out at the Holland’s home.

You were fifteen and he was 18 when you first met him, and despite your age difference, he soon became a big part of your life and continued to do so, even after his career skyrocketed after his first appearance as Peter Parker in Civil War. You even had a feeling that his part in your life became bigger when he got more famous, because your friendship kept him grounded, just as much as his family or his best friend Harrison did.

Harrison, from whom Tom had to keep quiet about this, because he had promised you, and you knew it was hard for him because those boys shared everything about their lives with each other. But you (literally) had him by the balls when you made him swear to keep his mouth shut.

But now you really wished you’d told someone, because this was killing you and you really needed advice. What did it mean when he was stroking through your hair gently with his one hand, while the other rubbed small circles on your skin, just mere minutes after he’s fucked you roughly on the couch? Friends usually didn’t do that, right?

Even though you knew that you were supposed to end this- whatever this was, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Even worse, you found yourself longing for more, catching yourself glaring at his back when pretty girls chatted him up at a crowded bar, even though you had no right to feel any jealousy, because he wasn’t yours.

You knew that. Your brain knew that. The only one that was apparently out of the loop was your treacherous heart.

The same treacherous heart that skipped a beat after hearing Tom add a quiet: “I miss you.”

Guilt gnawed on your conscience.

Lately you’ve been avoiding him, pushing him away because you were a coward, too scared to face your feelings.

But it wasn’t fair to Tom.

“Fine. I’ll be there in ten. Don’t move, okay?” you said, throwing your blanket off. “And drink lots of water.”

Fifteen minutes later, you pulled up in front of the newest club in town and you could hear the loud music, even with your windows closed. Seeing a crowd close to the entrance of the club, you wondered if Tom was in the center of it but as the crowd dispersed, you couldn’t catch his face. Roaming your gaze in your surroundings, you were surprised to see that Tom was standing at the far end of the building, leaning against the wall, his face only illuminated by his phone.

He hasn’t spotted you yet and it gave you the chance to watch him for a bit.

Tom’s hair was styled once, you could see that, but by now it was slightly mussed, as if he’d run his hand through it too many times. The sleeves of his white shirt strained against his bicep and the hem of it was tucked slightly in his black pants which, in turn, were tucked neatly into his boots. He was swaying slightly, even though he was standing, told you, that he’d done some tequila shots, a small wedge of lime stuck to his forearm confirming your theory.

Dumbass wasn’t even wearing a jacket.

With a sigh, you grabbed his denim jacket, which he had borrowed you that one time you forgot your own and got out of the car, heading towards him.

“Are you trying to get ill?” you asked and he squinted his eyes at you when he looked up, before his face broke out in a smile.

Thump.

Your heartbeat quickened at the sight of his smile.

“’m not cold,” Tom insisted and you rolled your eyes at him, reaching out to flick the lime wedge off his arm, handing him his jacket.

He quickly shrugged it on and wrapped his arms around you, sighing softly.

Thump. Thump.

There it was again.

“Sorry I woke you,” he mumbled and you leaned your head on his chest, hearing his heart beat slow and steady, a stark contrast to your own heartbeat.

“Didn’t know who else to call.”

What about Harrison, you thought. Sam? Harry? Apparently none of them were available.

“It’s okay,” you heard yourself say, your hands tucked underneath his jacket, splayed across his back, his body radiating off heat.

Tom sniffed and buried his face in your neck, breathing in deeply.

“You smell nice,” he mumbled and you pulled away, only to be met with a dopey smile on his face.

“Alright, let’s get you home, come on.”

You nudged him gently and he reached down to lace his hand with yours, his thumb stroking over the back of your hand.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Your heart beat wildly against your ribcage, despite you forcing it to calm down.

Traitor.

You squeezed his hand in question, but kept holding on either way. “What’s this about?”

“Don’t wanna get lost.”

Shaking your head, you lead him over to your car and got in the driver’s seat, while he climbed into the passengers seat, buckling himself up.

“Do you want to get some food or go straight home?” you asked as you turned your key in the ignition, with a glance to your left.

“Home,” he said and you pulled away from the curb, driving towards his house in Kingston. Even though it was nearing one am, the traffic was still quite busy, forcing you to focus on the street. You weren’t the best at night driver, and you openly admitted that.

Shortly, your car rolled to a stop in front of his house and you put the car in neutral while Tom unbuckled himself next to you.

“Alright, out with you, T. I have an early morning,” you said and he frowned at you.

“You’re not coming in?”

You leaned your chin in your hand, shaking your head. “Did you not hear what I just said?”

Pouting, Tom reached back to buckle himself back up again.

“What are you doing Tom?” you asked, exasperated. You really didn’t have the time to be patient with him right now.

“Going home,” he replied easily, looking at you with expectant eyes.

Groaning, you leaned your head against your steering wheel, breathing out deeply.

“You are home!” you exclaimed, rubbing over your eyes. You were tired, annoyed and he was starting to piss you off A LOT. You hadn’t thought that he was that drunk.

“No, you are my home,” Tom said bluntly and you inhaled sharply, staring at him.

“What?”

He shrugged and gave you a soft smile. “You are my home, so I’m going where you’re going,” he said and you swallowed thickly, unsure if it was his intoxication talking or if he was being honest. But his eyes were so open and earnest, it almost broke you.

“Okay then,” you mumbled, starting the car again. “But no funny business,” you told him when he put his hand on your thigh.

“I really do have to work early tomorrow morning.”

He nodded quickly and you scoffed before starting your drive home, his warm hand on your thigh constantly reminding you of his presence.

When you finally arrived at your apartment complex, Tom was quick to climb out and you followed him.

“You okay?” you asked him as he threw his around your shoulder while you walked to your door.

“Fine. Just tired,” he mumbled and you shook your head fondly at him, fumbling around with your keys to unlock your door. Tom was toeing his shoes off while you locked the door behind you, leaning against the doorway of the living room while he waited for you, his eyes drooping.

“Why don’t you go ahead to the bedroom? I’ll be right here,” you told him and he nodded sleepily, padding the familiar way towards your bedroom.

You headed to the kitchen to grab him a bottle of water and some Advil, knowing he was going to need it in the morning before you followed him in your bedroom.

Tom had turned the small lamp on your nightstand on, a soft orange glow was illuminating the room. You stood in the doorway and you could see his clothes neatly folded on your drawer, while he was wrapped in your blanket; you presumed he was only in his boxers, his usual attire for the night.

“Stop starin’. It’s creepy,” he mumbled and you snorted, putting his stuff down on the nightstand.

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

He only grumbled in reply and you stripped down to your underwear, slipping on an old t shirt before you crawled into bed yourself.

“Can’t sleep without you,” Tom whispered and your breath stocked in your throat, before you settled against him as he wrapped his arm around your waist. “You’re a little shit,” you told him in a hushed voice and he smiled, kissing you on the cheek.

“Your little shit,” he murmured and soon small snores filled the room. You looked down at him with a small sigh, stroking through his hair.

“What am I going to do with you?”

Shaking your head, you reached for your phone to text your boss you’d be in a little bit later in the morning, before you laid down to get some sleep.

The next morning, you woke up to rustling in the bed, groaning internally. You could feel Tom moving around next to you, but you kept your eyes shut, wondering what he was going to do.

He sat up and looked around the room, looking at your sleeping figure. “Shit,” he mumbled and rubbed at his eyes, yawning.

Tom laid back down and scooted up against your back, fingers trailing on your sides. “I know you’re awake,” he whispered in his raspy morning voice, pressing a soft kiss on your neck.

“You don’t know shit,” you replied and turned in his arms to look at him. His eyes were still half lidded and his hair was sticking in every direction. You’d laugh if it was any other morning. “You were a mess last night.”

“I know. Sorry. ” He ducked his head, his cheeks flushing. “Do you want to grab breakfast before you have to go to work?”

“I’d rather talk about what you said about me being your home last night,” you pointed out and he flared his nostrils, turning away from you.

“You’re always telling me that what we’re doing is strictly platonic and then you say things like last night? What the fuck Tom?”

He ran his hand through his messy hair and clenched his jaw before he met your eyes again.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

Your eyes widened at his confession and your heart stuttered, before you composed yourself.

“I’m just…” Tom broke off, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I thought it was better for the both of us if we kept this casual. If I’d be in a relationship with you, I’d want to give you everything I had, which I can’t. I’m away all the time and the time difference would make it even harder and I-… I thought if I couldn’t have all of you, I wanted at least part of you. But it somehow was even worse, and I dunno.”

He grew quiet and dropped his gaze, fiddling with his hands.

“You’re an idiot,” you told him fondly and his eyes snapped up to yours.

“Every relationship is hard, you always have to put work in order for the relationship to work, we don’t live in a fairy tale,” you said, reaching out to push the hair out of his face.

“I’ve been pushing you away lately because I thought it’d help me cope with my feelings for you, but you always manage to worm your way back into my life.”

Tom grinned at you and placed a kiss on your palm when you patted his cheek.

“I am willing to put in the hard work if you are.”

His eyes lit up and he nodded, grabbing you by your wrist to pull you closer to him, having you land on top of him with a shriek.

“Anything for you.”

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[break-danser-en-enfer]

Not So Blissful Oblivion

It was Harry’s last year at Hogwarts, and everyone has been wondering what he would be doing next.

Harry Potter, the Star Auror.

Harry the Healing Savior

Harry the Potter.

It was getting ridiculous really.

All he wanted to do after everything was maybe skive off of the grid and live his life like a hermit. (Maybe with a certain blonde involved but. That was wishful thinking he was sure.) And was that too much to ask? Not if you ask Harry.

Hermione says he ought not keep his feelings at bay, that it will lead to depression or something equally psychological. Honestly Mione, as if he wasn’t insane enough already. What’s one more drop to the ocean, eh?

And before he knew it, her worries had taken the most lethal form. A Mission. Apparently being subjected to the horrors of Skeeter’s writing on a daily basis, having to use his cloak to go to classes or you know DYING, wasn’t enough, Oh no, the world decided that Harry James Potter is the perfect subject for Hermione Jean Granger’s New and Exciting Mission.

He heard about it from Dean, who heard Parvati and Lavender giggling about it, who had heard it from Luna, who- well you get the drift.

G.H.A.S.M. Or rather Get Harry A Soul Mate, was the latest project of the brightest witch of his age. G.H.A.S.M Ha! More like GHASTLY.

The most embarrassing thing is (which, honestly, he has been subjected to so many of them that saying this was something) that she was not being subtle about it either. She had made him fill out a form. Really. Wherein he was to choose whether he preferred blondes or brunettes or gingers or ughhhh. It was just so frustrating! As if people weren’t aware of his embarrassing thing for blondes.

And now as he moved towards the Room of Requirement he felt a sort of heaviness settle on his shoulders. Oh wait. That was his cloak. Or maybe his weariness. He did not even know one from other. It was such a constant weight really.

There was a long line in front of the room. Students from 5th year and above, were queuing and chatting. All excitable little things. Girls, boys and everyone in between. All of them with shining eyes and breathless smiles. Ha. If only they knew what awaited them. If only they knew how ruthless Mione really was. If only.

He moves inside the room, avoiding touching anyone or anything. But well, even the Savior can’t resist elbowing Anthony Goldstein.

The yelp of indignation that echoes makes him grin. But it’s only fleeting. He is not a fool after all.

And there she is. Sitting on a chair as if it was a throne. All she needs is a crown to enhance the look of royalty.

There are stacks of paper in front of her. An ink bottle, some quills and some muggle pens. A white board rests on a tripod behind her. Harry can see it peeking through her hair. Markers are already working their way through something on it. Harry has never felt dread this acutely.

He pulls off his cloak in a motion and-

“Hullo Potter. I must say, I expected you to be here earlier.”

And there, standing in all his glory is none other then Blaise Zabini. You see, him and Mione had struck up an odd and well, terrifying friendship. Terrifying for anyone who crosses their paths. Obviously.

“I told you so. My galleons, Zabini.” Hermione had a hand outstretched, but her eyes were trained on the paper. Her hair messier than they should be and wait a minute- that’s-is that a hickey on her neck?!- No he Will Not think about it. Just. No.

“Mione. Blaise.” He tried. He really did. But his voice still ended up coming strangled.

“Harry. Come sit. We have a long list to go through.” Hermione finally looks up to address him.

“Yes Potter. Do sit. I’m sure you’ve seen the line of admirers waiting on you.” And really, what Harry wouldn’t do to wash that smirk off of Zabini’s face.

“Mione, you know this is really not necessa-”

“Hold it right there Harry Potter. I will not, absolutely NOT sit here and see you- dwindle like an idiot with your feelings. I refuse to let this be a repeat of sixth year. I refuse!” Okay, he did not expect Hermione to seethe over this, but on retrospect maybe he should have seen this coming. She has been working on G.H.A.S.M for months now. He had known how even breathing the wrong way when it was mentioned was Forbidden. And yet he had gone ahead and done it. And wait, sixth year? What about-

“Right. Calm down there Granger. And Potter, do us all a favour and shut that shit hole of a mouth.”

“Mione I-”

“Mate! There you are. I’ve been looking all around the castle for you and- whoa which storm struck here?”

“Weasley. Tactile and you never really go together, yes?”

“And Zabini is here too. Great way of making me feel involved guys. Really.”

“Ron. Honestly. If you’d have found time to look up from Blaise’s arse maybe you’d have heard me the six hundred and sixty-sixth time when I was detailing how we are going to go about The Auditions.” Hermione bites back a sigh looks towards the Heavens for some help. Or patience. Definitely patience.

Ron looks at her betrayed. Hand on his heart and eyes wide.

“Mione. Out of everyone I did NOT expect you to be the one who would do me wrong. You’re not supposed to out your friend when they’re checking someone hot out. That’s basically bro code 101!”

“Sure, sure. Now that we are all here, Harry, I want you to go through this-”

“STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING YOU FILTHY TRAITORS.”

“Draco…?” Ron inquires to the poor door.

“Ah finally.” Mutters Zabini to his- and wait a minute- where did he get a bloody peacock feather from?!

“Precisely on time.” Hermione is the only one who looks, for some twisted reason happy.

“Honestly Potter, you should get your eyes checked just to be sure if you can even see at all or not. I’m voting for the latter-”

“What did I do now?”

“And Granger- you do this, after I specifically told you NOT to pull a stunt- and don’t even talk to me Blaise. I refuse to know you-”

Ron peeks out of the door that Draco had banged open, trying to see a way out. Harry would follow him faithfully.

“Wait a minute. Where did the people go?” Asks a confused and innocent Ron, who probably has a death wish. Harry can only pay his sympathies.

Draco narrows his eyes as he turns to Weasely. “I told them to bugger off. Is that a problem Weasely?” And honestly, even if it was, Ron wouldn’t have the nerve to say it when he was being rewarded by the Draco Malfoy Look of Wrath. Gryffindor or not.

“I… No. Absolutely not. I mean why would I of all people-”

“Then shut you gob-hole. And Potter, you come here. I swear to God I will hex you today. 7 years. Seven years I’ve been dropping hints but Salazar no, you would not be Harry Potter if you took hints of all things. Ha. What a wild concept.” He sniffs and wait…are those tears? No, this can not happen. This- Harry’s pretty sure this was not in the Manual to the Malfoy’s.

“Draco are you- wait a minute- seven years?? Hints? What in Godric’s name are you on about?”

“See?! You wouldn’t know a confession if it bit you in the arse! Ugh Potter must I spell it out? Okay you know what, don’t bother. I will. I D-R-A-C-O M-A-L-F-O-Y A-M I-R-R-E-V-O-C-A-B-L-Y , U-N-N-E-C-E-S-S-A-R-I-L-Y A-N-D A-N-N-O-Y-I-N-G-L-Y I-N L-O-V-E W-I-T-H T-H-E P-R-A-T W-H-O L-I-V-E-D. THERE!” By the time he reaches the end Draco is huffing madly with a maniac look in his eyes and hold it right there- did he- did he just-

“Wait a minute-”

Collective groaning can be heard from the Room of Requirement. 2 minutes later, Hermione Granger, dragging with her Ron Weasely and his rumoured boyfriend, Blaise Zabini can be seen exiting the hell hole. And is that Draco Malfoy with his hands on the Savior ’s cheek? And wait a minute-!

[toomanycharr]

01 for all or as many of your characters you want

01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?Putting under cut because I’m gonna do every name!

Xyx Black-name - Xyx’s name was originally Pox in pre-game days. I absolutely hated that name, and have no idea why I was doing to call them that, but once when I was walking to work I saw a car numberplate that said ‘XYX’ at the end and I thought that was a much better name than Pox. It stuck. Probably the strangest place I have gotten a name from. All of the surnames are random- Black was just an ash warband I dreamed up in beta days.

Nenqe Furywatch - Nenqe means vulture in an African language (I honestly cannot remember which one, I am sorry.) I like to name my characters vulture-y things. She was made to start up Fierce Warband on EU before the terrible idea of starting VI, so was Fiercewatch for a while- watch came from her protective and nurturing nature, and how she would keep watch of those she cared for. After some shit went down in VI (thank iron I’m out of there) she joined up with Minnar’s Fury warband.

Yaxa Oozemaw - Yaxana, shortened to Yaxa, was a really good World of Warcraft friend. I made her when he got admitted to hospital. Yaxa was always played as a very strong feminine warrior who took no shit, so it was sort of a testament to that character. She bites oozes and is the legionnaire of maw warband.

Apnea Spiritmaul - Apnea is the suspension of breathing, when there is no movement in the lungs. When I made her the idea of her character was that she used mind control and confusion to stop the foe’s lungs from working properly- this was soon after scrapped as I thought that would be a better idea for an air elementalist. She was made to be part of Spirit Warband, and maul was the most blood-legion word I could think of at the time.

Sergi Spiritclaw - Keyboard smash. Made to be in Spirit Warband and claw was the most Blood legion word I could think of.

Tabus The Displacer - I wanted a name beginning with T that sounded bad ass. Tabus came after taking Tea and adding/changing letters.The displacer because he was meant to be a displacer beast fan character but that sort of didn’t go very well- he’s still super cool though.

Mayall Stargazer - Mayall was made to be my fursona at the time in the game. She is named after the galaxy Mayall’s object, and stargazer was my own personal love of the stars, but soon became star warband.

Hoag Starcrusher - Hoag is named after the galaxy Hoag’s object. Made after I had the idea for Star Warband, as the legionnaire Mayall was making Astralasia for. That fell through, but Hoag is still a thing.

Volca Slashthroat - Keyboard smash, Blood legion-iest surname I could think of.

Eris Spiritheart - Eris is the Goddess of chaos and my personal God as a Discordian. Chosen just because I wanted that name. Spirit was originally due to her pure white fur, but became the warband name soon after. Heart because she was imagined as a caring and sweet character. 

Arcturis Spirtmaw - Arcturis is one of my favorite hunter pets in World of Warcraft. He was made as a fan-character but soon became the lieutenant of Spirit warband because of his name and close resemblance of Eris. Spirit because he’s a spirit beast in WoW, and maw because the bear’s maw is the most noticeable part of the pet.

Bess Havocether - I wanted a name that reflected her upbringing. As Aetherblades have a very all-race community-thing, Bess came up as something that sounded both human and slightly charr, with a slight asura tinge. Bess was made for the RP guild Havoc warband. Ether because... Aether.

Seamstress Kombucha - Seamstress because she is a seamstress, Kombucha because I like to name my characters after tea!

Klovan - WvW inspired. Also sounded like a nice charr name.

Artois Earthshaker - I literally have 0 idea how to spell his first name, can you tell? Earthshaker from Flight Rising fan-character. His first name was Earthshaker’s original name before the creators decided to go for easier to remember names. I am so glad they did, because I have so much trouble with his name. I’m 99% sure I spelt it wrong there too.

Auxantios - I was looking at Greek names and Auxentios came up- it was taken, so I changed one letter and got that!

Aries The Obstinate - I am an Aries, hurr hurr. I really want to change her title. One day.

Luluzure Vividwrath - BECAUSE, NO, LUCY, I AM NOT CALLING MY CHARR YIFFA BUTTCAKEKangra Silverbrew - Keyboard smash.Calix Glenwalker - Calix was keyboard smash. Glenwalker was stolen from a good friend who gave me his fursona when he stopped being a furry.

Speldan - Another WvW name. I wanted to make her, go into WvW and say ‘TAKE ME’ in /w but that never happened, hah. 

Congou - Another tea name! I was amazed this wasn’t taken.

Tamika Dustshot - Tamika is named after Tamika Flynn from Welcome to Nightvale. Tamika Flynn is a badass. Dustshot was random.

Temac Gemstrike - (T)E)M(A)C TEA as my name, And TMC, standing for Too Many Charr. Smart, eh? Gemstrike was random.

Rauch The Brusque - More google names. Apparently it’s German for smoke- even better! I will be changing the title one day. I don’t like it.

Taube Lunargleam - Taube means pigeon. I love pigeons. Lunar for Lunar warband, and Gleam was the only guardian-like word I could think of that looked okay with Lunar. 

Kallisti Smokehunt - Kallisti is another Greek/Discordian thingger, meaning ‘The most beautiful.’ She is pretty. It works. Smokehunt was random.

Tuocha Blacksnow - Another tea name! (I spell this one wrong a lot too.) Black because Black warband (There will be a lot of hose now,) and snow because of his snowy white fur and birth in the Shiverpeaks. 

Teague Blackblade - Random name, because it has Tea in it. He was originally made for Blade warband in VI, but Blade never happened and I became not a part of the guild anymore, so he stuck and I changed his story to be ex-Black warband.

Worina Blackweld - Keyboard smash/Black Warband/random

Galao Blackcandle - I thought I would have a break from tea names and have a COFFEE NAME. OOOOO. Black Warband. Candle was random.

Malaya Blackheart - Malaya is a place that grows a lot of tea, so.... Tea name. There’s a theme, as you can see.Black Warband/random

Breve Blackeye - Random first name. Think I got it from a name generator. Blackeye is both Black warband and how he is always getting himself into trouble.

Spinel Blackcarve - Spinel (gem) is pretty, Spinel (charr) is pretty. Also the most charr-sounding gem name I could find. Black warband/random.

Kallias Blackgrog - Keyboard Smash / Black Warband / Random

Geier Hearthhew - Geier means vulture. Hearthhew was me trying to think of a name that ould be both Flame and Iron, as I had an RP plot in my head where he was saved from Flame by a bunch of Iron charr. That never happened.

Syn Thunderstalker - Syn... Well, that’s a story. An actual story! One time a long time ago I was hypnotised (yeah, I play around with that,) and I can’t remember exactly what happened, and even if I could, it wouldn’t be safe for this blog, my head somehow made a huge.grey Flame Legion charr named Syn. No idea where the name came from, but that was the name he came from. He became my ‘fursona’ for a while, and took my fursona at the time’s (Shera Thunderstalker) surname. (Please note this was before we knew how bad Flame is to ladies.) All in all the whole character of Syn is pretty much me hating myself at the time I had him as a sona, because a lot of shit went down in that time.

King Tyant - I wanted a charr called King. Tyant was keyboard smash,and no, has nothing to do with tyrant.

Glistertooth - HE HAS GLITTERY TEETH

Falk Doodlesnugs / Blazebane - Falk was random. Doodlesnugs because he was never meant to be serious, he was never meant to have this much effort put into him, I made him to have big colourful hair. But he became serious. He got the effort. Recently he has changed to Blazebane after King was taken back to the Citadel and he vowed to be more of a charr, to get back his father, and to kill his blood-sire before he killed King.

Tiffany Salter - I got a friend to look through her facebook and pull up two names for me. Tiffany Salter was what came up. I like it, because I am salty. Hurr.

Theo the Serpent - Theo because... It’s what I was gonna be called so??? He’s not at all like me so I’m not sure. The serpent because LUXON LORE

Tea Apnea - It’s literally me. I liked the name Apnea, so used that too.

Aries Hellebore - Aries because stars and stuff, Hellebore is a plant, but mostly a google name.

Tea Ursinnehare - It me again. Surname means Anger rabbit which I found hilarious.

Badly made fursuit - ...

Badly made murrsuit  - ...................

Cant be charrsed - I made the character in the PoF beta when I’d already done the story, and I was amused at the name, so kept it.

Overdunked Rich Tea - Part tea name, part delicious biscuit, part disappointment.

Salty Tea - Salt.

Spoopy Booplesnoot - Spooky Bunny

[muckity-mucks-blog]

all of them. suffer

making this a read more bc jacks the worst

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

jack

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

outgoing

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

my bros ig

4. Are you easy to get along with?

idk!! sometimes!

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

elmer probs would. jack would probs make fun of me. or hed b drunker than me

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

kinda gay 1s and girl soccer players

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

jesus i hope so

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

my wife alex morgan

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

nope!

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

spot i think

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

no were @ the park

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

mr brightside, r u mine, say you like me, uhhhhhh idk what else?

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

fuckin love it

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

nah

15. What good thing happened this summer?

buncha stuff. its been a rly good summer

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

no elmers icky (yes pls)

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

yeah obviously

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

uhh no? srry madeline from 4th grade

19. Do you like bubble baths?

no rly. i dont like sitting still 4 that long

20. Do you like your neighbors?

thyere ok

21. What are you bad habits?

I Have Never Done Anything Wrong In My Life Ever

22. Where would you like to travel?

space. also europe

23. Do you have trust issues?

sometimes

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

talking 2 the bfs

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

uhh idrk. im tryna bulk up some

26. What do you do when you wake up?

bathroom. food.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

uh idrc

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

My Boys

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

nah

30. Do you ever want to get married?

probably someday

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

no (ive just been told that it is but its rly not)

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

alex morgan + whoever she wants

33. Spell your name with your chin.

aqkbherrt

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

soccer

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

god idk

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

currently tbh! it happens

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

some shitty joke

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

bigfoot

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

uh idrk 

40. What do you want to do after high school?

be a mechanic

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

nope

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

im overthinking

43. Do you smile at strangers?

not rly

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

SPACE SPACE SPACE

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

having to pee or eat

46. What are you paranoid about?

idk i kinda have abandonment issues

47. Have you ever been high?

yup

48. Have you ever been drunk?

yup

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

nah

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

black

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

nah im good!

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

seeing colors seems p cool

53. Favourite makeup brand?

i dont have 1

54. Favourite store?

again. idk

55. Favourite blog?

the bfs and also crypticaesthetic

56. Favourite colour?

black

57. Favourite food?

pizza

58. Last thing you ate?

a bagel

59. First thing you ate this morning?

…a bagel

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

uh i dont think so?

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

ive been suspended loads of times. and ig i was kinda expelled? for having bad grades

62. Been arrested? For what?

yup. mostly shoplifting and vandalism. oops

63. Ever been in love?

currently

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

it was @ a movie theater and it was not good

65. Are you hungry right now?

nah but i could eat

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

my tumblr friends r my real friends

67. Facebook or Twitter?

twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?

nope

70. Names of your bestfriends?

elmer jack n spot

71. Craving something? What?

pizza

72. What colour are your towels?

grey i think? idk

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

a bunch

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

nah

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

ive got a few. like… 3 maybe

75. Favourite animal?

dogs 

76. What colour is your underwear?

black

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

depends on the day but rocky road

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

white

80. What colour pants?

black

81. Favourite tv show?

uhhh x files is rly cool. also like ghost hunters n shit like that

82. Favourite movie?

the fast and the furious

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

mean girls wtf

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

mean girls

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

janice

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

the butt

87. First person you talked to today?

elmer n spot

88. Last person you talked to today?

uh idk im w ppl now so…….

89. Name a person you hate?

my dad

90. Name a person you love?

my mom

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

always

92. In a fight with someone?

eh not actively

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

So Many

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

like 4? 5?

95. Last movie you watched?

trolls

96. Favourite actress?

anna kendrick. actually WAIT NO. medda

97. Favourite actor?

chris pratt maybe

98. Do you tan a lot?

hahahahahahahhahaha no

99. Have any pets?

no :(((

100. How are you feeling?

gr8!!!!!!!!

101. Do you type fast?

im ok

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

eh. not rly but i do wish some stuff didnt happen

103. Can you spell well?

sometimes

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

y u p

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

yeah! theyre fun!

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

i hope not!

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

yup

108. What should you be doing?

probs paying attention 2 my friends

109. Is something irritating you right now?

not 2 bad

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

god yes

111. Do you have trust issues?

already answered this

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

jack

113. What was your childhood nickname?

albie

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

yeah ofc

115. Do you play the Wii?

i like how this is phrased. like “do u play guitar? do u play flute? do u play wii?” but yeah i play wii

116. Are you listening to music right now?

nope

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

fuck yeah

118. Do you like Chinese food?

Y E S HOLY SHIT

119. Favourite book?

football and the halftime prince

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

nah. but i dont see 2 good n the dark

121. Are you mean?

not rly.

122. Is cheating ever okay?

No.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

hahahah no

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

nah. but u can def think some1s hot @ 1st sight

125. Do you believe in true love?

yeah

126. Are you currently bored?

nope!

127. What makes you happy?

My Boys, my family, soccer, cryptids

128. Would you change your name?

nah my names stupid but i can work w it

129. What your zodiac sign?

libra

130. Do you like subway?

the sandwiches or the train system? either way yeah

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

…….i dont have a best friend of the opposite sex

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

spot

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

ALRIGHTALRIGHTALRIGHTALRIGHTALRIGHTALRIGHTALRIGHTALRIGHT

134. Can you count to one million?

i could but i wont

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

god. 2 many 2 count

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

closed

137. How tall are you?

6′

138. Curly or Straight hair?

i have straight hair

139. Brunette or Blonde?

idc but i prefer darker hair

140. Summer or Winter?

winter

141. Night or Day?

night

142. Favourite month?

october

143. Are you a vegetarian?

def not

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

the darker the better

145. Tea or Coffee?

coffee. tea is garbo

146. Was today a good day?

yeah!!

147. Mars or Snickers?

snicks

148. What’s your favourite quote?

uh………. idk i dont rly have 1

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

y e s

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

there r no books around me

[yellowscarves]

One Thousand Nights and One Stories

[.....I see. I have been summoned, then... huh....  You should know to use the right tool for the task. Rather than the battlefield, I am more suited for your room...]

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It is as if I dived myself deep into the world of dreams, refusing to believe that this is not a reality. A world where there is no boundaries between the reality and dreams… Ah.. how I’ve been longing for that kind of world for so long… 

*BEEP BEEP*

The sound of alarm rings, signaling that it is already time for me to wake up. But then again before i wake up, I took a deep thought. If I wake up now, what difference will today holds, compared to yesterday? Should I wake up or should I continue to sleep?  Rather than waking up and having the same routine that you all regard as ‘reality’, I would rather sleep again and play with ‘dreams’…. But I woke up anyway…  I walked straight to the bathroom and took my toothbrush. As I brushed my teeth, I looked at the back of my hand once again, wishing that it could have somehow disappeared. But it has not.

“….So.. This command spells are not a part of my dream.. it seems.. I wonder.. Why did the Grail choose me from the start anyway…”

To be chosen by the Grail to participate in this Holy Grail War is definitely something that i would never have expected. Despite how I looked and how I acted.. I am a magus, and that is an undeniable fact. But to tell you the truth. I'm just a third-rate magus, and to tell the truth, I don’t want to be a magus. I would rather spend my time to realize my dreams, to become a novelist, which might also be the cause that I was exiled from my household and now here I am, living in a small apartment, alone, with just me and my literatures.

Sure, my family, and especially my brothers they all resented me. They keep telling me over and over again by yelling through the phone telling me that i'm unsuitable for this Holy Grail War.. And to be honest they can't be any more right than that. I don't like war in the first place, the act of violence is simply a big no for me, i won't and i never want to hurt anybody. For any magus out there who wanted to participate in this war so badly.. They must think that i am laughing at their dream, trampling their pride and effort..

"Aah-- i hate this thing so much--"

I said to myself as i tried to scrub the red markings in my hand, before suddenly a soft mature voice called me from the kitchen

"..Master.. Your breakfast is served."

I washed my face before i head to the source of that beautiful voice from earlier

A woman with long black hair, possessing what people usually refer as 'voluptuous body' ..is currently serving me a breakfast.

Now let me get this things straight, i am exiled from my family, yes. I live alone, yes. But.. that is all up until yesterday.

The one who stood in front of me right now is my servant for this Holy Grail War. I am ashamed to tell you that i did not perform the summoning ritual correctly, i did not know the identity of the servant that I summoned at all and when i asked her for her name She told me to refer to her as "Caster of the Sleepless Night".. Well-- because this is partly because of my incompetence, i don't mind at all.. But to think that a Servant will hide her true name in front of her Master is a bit--

"..Is there something wrong, Master..?"

She looked at me with her mystifying gaze, as if she can see everything through me

"A-Aah--! N-no-- Nothing.. G-Good morning-- Caster.. Thanks for waking up early and preparing my breakfast.."

"I do not deserve such gratitude from you, Master, please do enjoy your breakfast, i am willing to be punished as you see fit if it is not to your liking.."

...Punish. Such violent word even in the morning-- i doubt that today will be a nice day--

"Caster-- i won't do that.. please sit down and have a breakfast together with me."

Caster simply shake her head, gesturing that she did not agree to my suggestion just now

"..I am but your servant, i did not deserve such honor."

I.. don't know where and which and from what mythology or legend does this woman came, but for God's sake, she is a servant down to her core--

"..Look, Caster.. I did not want this whole 'Master' and 'Servant' relationship to run deep within our daily life.. we still have some time before all the servants gather, and i did not want to spend that time with you being overly conscious by this 'Master' and 'Servant' relationship.."

She shook her head again, gesturing another refusal.

...I can't take this anymore, i quickly finished my breakfast before turning back to her

"Okay, Caster.. since this is your first day on this world after being summoned.. I will let you go anywhere you want to see how this world looks with your own eyes, i'm sure that its different with things you knew before."

"....No Master, as your servant.. I am to remain by your side all the time, i cannot do such thing at all."

"...Then, if i go out.. you'll go out as well?"

Caster nodded in response to my question

"..Then so be it, i will go out as well."

"If that is your wish, then this Caster shall accompany you.. Master.."

...But even if i said so, i'm not really an outdoor person so i don't really know good spots on where to bring her--

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"...And i ended up bringing her to the amusement park--"

Hey, don't judge me.. I don't know any place for people to have fun other than the amusement park--

We started to walk around by then, of course she always accompany me in every ride that i tried, but to no avail i still cannot see any smile on her face.. it is as if she is doing this purely out of her obligation, and i can't say that i like it.. This misses the whole point of what i'm doing right now.

I continue to think about things that probably will make her happy, or at least smile-- when i bumped into a little girl

"Ah-- sorry-- I--"

Before i finished my sentence, the little girl suddenly began to cry

"E-EH?! W-What's wrong?!"

As the girl began to cry, suddenly Caster walked in front of me and she hugged the little girl

"...There is no need to cry.. Little girl.. No one is going to harm you.."

Her gentle tone and delicate voice immediately began to calm the little girl, and after some while, she finally stopped crying

"...Master... it seems that this little girl is separated from her parents.. Therefore she cried just now due to her panicking."

"Oh! So that's why! Okay.. Little girl, now this big brother will help you to find your parents, so don't you worry!"

I patted her on the head as she replied with a big smile on her face

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"...Phew-- That was exhausting-- to think that we have to go around and around the whole park since it turns out that the parents are searching for their daughter as well-- We all ran in circles--"

I sat at the bench after exhausting my energy to run all over the amusement park just to find the little girl's parents.

"Sorry for making you go through circle like that, Caster."

I waved at Caster, giving her my thanks as she stood besides me, still giving that unamused look.

As i begin to think that this whole day is for naught, suddenly Caster began to voice her thought

"...Master, if this lowly servant of yours is able to ask you a question.. will you grant this servant of yours the honor..?"

"..Sure Caster, fire away."

"Are you perhaps acquaintanced with that little girl just now..?"

"Nope."

"Then perhaps with her parents?"

"Nope."

"is she a complete stranger..?"

"yep."

Caster stood still for a moment, before continuing with her question

"...Then.. What makes you work so hard for that complete stranger..? You are completely exhausted from running in circles.. Not mentioning that you bought that little girl several things as we looked for her parents.. This lowly servant of yours.. cannot fathom it."

I smiled as i get off of the bench and stood in front of her directly. As our eyes met, i give her my answer

"Caster, i dislike conflicts and violence acts, and i like giving other people happiness. I found happiness in 'giving', not in 'receiving'. So the more i can give, the more i feel happy about it.. There is no other reason than that."

"I am a magus, yet i don't really want to be a magus, What i want is to live peacefully, in this world, creating stories after stories that can be told from generations to generations, as a proof that i am here, i was here. To tell the world that i'm proud of my life, and that i lived my life to the fullest."

".....I consider this War is a trial for me to see whether i can accomplish all of that dreams of mine or not. I will not resort to any violence or even killing even in the War. I know that it is naive, I cannot win by having this kind of thoughts... But i still want to live my life the way i want it, because with that.. i'm able to say that i'm proud of my life in the end."

I looked at Caster again as i finished giving her my answer.. and to my surprise.. she is smiling back at me..

"...Your feelings had been conveyed to me, Master.. No.. My King. This humble servant of yours dare not even to dream that the day that this lowly servant to serve a King such as your caliber will come.. But in fact it has been granted.."

"My King, The name of this humble Servant of yours is Scheherazade, and to answer your feelings.. Let me tell you a story tonight.. A story.. that will last for eternity."

And that is how.. Our story begins.