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adarkandmagicalforest · 8 months ago

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An Irritation part 3

ship: Otto Hightower/Original Female Character (twin to Daemon)

warnings: references to incest, smut, rough jealous sex

next: Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Epilogue

Gwayne Hightower was sweet.

She didn't care for sweet.

Thankfully, he was also cocky and overconfident, which amused her enough to overlook the man's nauseating tendencies of bringing her flowers and telling her that he thought she could outshine the moon with her beauty, or whatever else nonsense he thought of ten seconds before he spoke it. But he was certainly not someone she could stand more than an hour of, which was roughly how much time it took for a satisfying peak before sending him on his way again.

But then, that was before she fucked his Lord Father.

"Oh, wine, if you please!" Gwayne said, snapping his fingers to get the attention of a passing serving girl.

They were celebrating one of the Seven High Holidays that the Hightowers loved so much - perhaps the Smith or Father, she didn't know, only that the figures that were out were of a large man with a beard.

As a member of the royal family, she had a place up at the head table, usually on the other end of little Rhaenyra (and as far away from Daemon as Viserys and Otto could put her) but today she'd drifted away from the table to traverse around the lower, where the rest of the court and the visiting lords were seated.

She was dressed in floaty, darkened coal colored chiffons that were encrusted with glowing dark green emeralds, just the same coloring as Cannibal's scales and eyes. Those same chiffons fluttered around her arms and about her ankles as she'd stepped away, knowing fully that several pairs of eyes followed her as she did. The princess could only hope that her guess on who was on that list was correct.

The serving girl filled both of their wine cups, a Dornish red with floating cranberries in it.

She reached into her cup and placed the fruit in her mouth, sucking the wine off her fingers as she bit into the incredibly tart berry. She was not blind to the way Gwayne's eyes followed the action with open desire.

"Do you like that?" He asked lowly.

The princess' lips curved into a bemused half-smile.

She felt her brother's presence before she heard him. He was exuding a looming rage that flowed out of him like Caraxes' hot breath.

A plate with a frosted lavender cake was dropped in front of her with a clang just seconds before Daemon slid into the bench beside her, loosening his rust-red doublet as he lazily wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Sister, I've been wondering what was keeping you." Her brother said mildly, though his stare was not a pleasant one to be on the other side of, as Gwayne was finding out. But the princess had other plans for the evening than violence, which wriggled with anticipation in her guts.

"I hope you did not look hard, my brother." She replied smoothly, her lilac eyes flickering from her brother's face to the Hightower knight's pretty features. "As you can see, I've been very well taken care of by the Hand's son here... Daemon, don't you find this color velvet to be so splendid on him? It's so much more fetching than their typical colors, is it not? Like the evening sky, at the hour of the wolf." Her tone drew to be soft and sensual and coy, especially as she touched Gwayne's arm, where his bicep tensed up beneath the dark midnight blue fabric of his doublet.

The knight was clearly both confused and aroused by her attention, but the presence of Daemon was catching him off-guard.

Especially once her twin grew wise to her ruse. Then, that boy's eyes grew to be the size of eggs, just as the Rogue Prince reached the arm that was around her shoulders towards Gwayne's, clasping his hand over his forearm.

"Hm, very fine. Awfully pretty for a knight, Ser Gwayne. Have you ever seen the other side of a lance since your knighting, Ser?"

At being on the other side of the dragontwins attention, the knight was clearly flustered. There must've been something going through his mind, she thought with pleasure as she watched. What could their attention entail, what possibly would they want with him? Perhaps wonderment that he was interested, or conflict at Daemon's insinuation. Could he fuck her while being fucked himself? Or would they both toy with her together?

The dragon princess hadn't decided that - she didn't even know if she really wanted to play such a game.

She wanted to know if Otto Hightower saw them - and what he was going to do about it. And so, she turned her head to look up at the head table where the Hand was still seated with Viserys.

He was staring her way already, venom in his gaze, causing her cunt to throb with wet desire. The man looked ready to raze through the Hall. But that wasn't enough for her.

So, the princess' lips curled up into a pleased smirk.

Instantly, Otto got to his feet, outrage wafting off him like the sun's rays on a blistering summer day. She thought it delightful

Viserys followed his Hand's gaze and said something, but clearly it wasn't a command, as the older man had already begun leaving the table.

"Isse māzis." Incoming, she warned Daemon with pleasure before returning to Gwayne, who was still focused on her (especially after she'd placed her hand on a tender part of his thigh.)

"Ser," she purred. "Would you mind terribly escorting us back to my apartments?"

"Us?" Otto's son breathed, still hesitant, but clearly becoming affected when he saw Daemon's pale hand slide over her chiffon-covered waist, if the way the apple in his throat bobbed said anything. If given more time, she may have indulged in this game awhile longer - but then, the knight's Father had traveled to their table.

"To your chambers." Otto demanded, his tone unforgiving.

"That's where we were just headed, Otto." She explained shortly.

"That is enough, princess." The Hand said through gritted teeth. "Away now, my son. The hour has drawn late and you must away back to the Reach in the morning."

"What?!" Gwayne blustered, looking so horribly confounded. "I - Father - "

"Now." Otto repeated, stony.

"Yes you hear your powerful Father now, Ser?" Daemon said, his violet eyes flicking from Father to son, wicked, hidden delight within them. "'Off to bed, pup,' he says."

The knight looked to fall victim to Daemon - but when she leaned into her twin's lean chest, her eyes trained only upon the Lord Hand who in turn was merely glaring down upon his son - he seemed to realize that he would not succeed.

The knight rose up, obeying his Father.

"Jāhor īlon tymagon?" Should we play? Her twin rumbled into her ear, ignoring Otto while she still attempted to force him to look back at her.

"Daor. Nyke pendagon nyke kostagon mazverdagon zȳhon laesi naejot grēges hen zȳhon bartos." No. I think I might force his eyes to bug out of his skull instead. She replied mildly.

"Princess Aella..." Otto warned with a lowered timbre, his posture clearly one of a man on the edge of blistering fury - if Daemon had been drinking more, he might've stayed regardless of her word. But the confused interest of Gwayne Hightower had surely garnered his attention, so he left the two of them with only a mere dark look in the Hand's direction.

"Are you to be my escort for the rest of the evening, Lord Hand?" Aella inquired coyly, lifting her wine cup to her lips.

Unfortunately, she would not be able to drink that wine, as her arm was snapped up by the old cunt with a iron grip, pulling her away from the table without any other preamble.

But this was what she wanted - so she did not fight hard as she was dragged out of the hall by her elbow, and she only giggled when she heard Otto's huff of irritation when she kicked at his ankle after he made the mistake of pausing in the hallway. But by then, he'd chosen a room he seemed to know would be unoccupied, some parlor room full of tapestries and statues from Maegor's time, and thrown her hard inside, so hard she stumbled.

Aella began to speak, she'd just opened her mouth to say something, just as she'd caught her balance, but all words were robbed of her as she was taken forcibly by the waist and shoved up into the closest wall, knocking her voice and breath away in a single motion.

"You will not speak." His tone was resolute and left little room for argument, let alone a sound.

The princess could do nothing but obey, practically trembling from his force already.

And then, Otto knocked her legs apart. And her fine dress, fluttery dark grey chiffon with the sparkling green stones that glittered over her abdomen - that was removed. Carefully. Swiftly. Without tearing a single silken stitch. And yet the violence that radiated from his hands, hidden just below the surface which she could see so clearly as if she were a fanciful raven - had her completely pinned. There was nowhere for her to go, nowhere to hide and no way she could possibly resist. She was trapped.

When the Lord Hand smoothed his hand over her mound and his fingers through her core, he found her soaking.

To Aella's pleasure, Otto did not take her temporary compliance at face value. With his free hand he gathered her wrists and shoved his arm against her throat, making her choke out a gasp, which was made all the louder when he filled her cunt with his fingers.

They were punishing in their intent, curling in a way that forced her onto her tip-toes before he began thrusting them roughly inside of her, not pausing nor even letting his forearm away from her throat until she could do nothing else but whimper out desperately as he pulled her peak out of her.

It was only then that he let her free, letting her fall to the ground without his arm there to keep her there.

"One." Otto then said, cleaning his wet fingers with a handkerchief - perhaps something his young daughter had made for him, she mused from the ground, her mind still dizzy with satisfaction.

"What?" Aella murmured then questioningly, her head catching up to her.

The Lord Hand glared at her and stepped forward, kneeling down onto one knee until they were once again face to face. "One." He repeated. "You will count each one. Once you have reached a number you cannot pass, you will remember it always - and understand me now, Princess. You will not approach my son for any such debauchery that no doubt permanently resides in your mind. Should you do so, I will inform your brother the King of these meetings of ours and you will be married to some lost, old Lord in the middle of nowhere or banished to join your whore Aunt in Essos..." Otto then reached for her knees, spreading her thighs open wide, baring her hot cunt to the cooler air. His hand clasped over her, his thumb rubbing along her clit tenderly. "Never speak to my son again, and this fate will be avoided."

Jealousy.

It radiated from Otto like the fumes of a morning fire. Had he hated his son? For a moment, had he watched from the podium, burning from within as he watched her hand graze along Gwayne's thigh, watched the desire that infected his boy's eyes as he leered at her? Had he wanted to separate his son's hand from his wrist for daring to touch her? And then when Daemon arrived...

This was delicious - even accompanying his threats. Especially accompanying his threats.

"Lo ao issi daor iemnȳ issa isse se hembar ampa jēda, Otto, nyke'll dīnagon bona valonqar hen aōhon ondoso bisa bantis." If you are not inside me in the next ten seconds, Otto, I'll marry that son of yours by this evening. She threatened idly, the smirk on her lips lingering there even after he pushed her back and captured them in his, as if he could steal any remaining kisses she had to her. And once his cock had speared her, a curious thought came to her - of just how far she could make this interesting lover of hers fall.

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moonsandmobilityaids · 1 month ago

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The Flu Part 2

Pairings: Poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: You get the flu. But for someone with your immune system, the flu is never just the flu. Warnings: Flu, references to seizures Series Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Your eyelids flutter open, the world a blurry haze of white. The sterile smell of healing potions fills your nostrils, and you can hear the faint rustle of robes as someone moves around the room. Your body feels heavy, as if it’s sinking into the bed, each muscle protesting at the slightest movement.

"Easy there," Madam Pomfrey's voice is soft but firm, her hands gentle as they adjust your position on the infirmary bed. "You've been through quite an ordeal."

A groan escapes your lips as pain lances through your skull, sharp and unyielding. Your eyes flicker to the side, catching sight of three familiar figures huddled near the end of your bed: James, Sirius, and Remus. Their expressions are taut with worry, though they try to hide it when they see you stirring.

"Y/N." James' voice is hoarse, his hand clenched tightly around his wand. "How're you feeling?"

How are you supposed to answer that? Every inch of your body screams in protest, the remnants of your third seizure still rippling beneath your skin. But you manage a weak nod, forcing your parched throat to produce words.

"Tired... so tired..."

The boys exchange glances, their concern palpable even from here. It's not often that you find yourself on the receiving end of such attention but somehow, their presence is comforting. They may play the roles of troublemakers well, but right now, their worry for you is genuine.

Madam Pomfrey bustles over, her face a mask of stern concentration as she checks your vitals. Her touch is light, professional, yet there's a gentleness to it that belies her gruff exterior. With a final pat on your arm, she straightens up, turning to face the Marauders.

“Madam Pomfrey," Remus begins, his voice low and steady. "Is she... will she be okay?"

The matron's expression tightens slightly, her gaze flickering back to you. "She's stable for now," she replies, her tone clipped with professional detachment. But there's a hint of worry in the lines around her eyes—a concern that echoes your own.

"Thank Merlin," James mutters under his breath, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. Beside him, Sirius is silent, his grey eyes fixed on your prone form with an intensity that speaks volumes.

A soft sigh escapes Madam Pomfrey's lips as she moves away from your bed, her hands clasped tightly behind her back. She pauses by the infirmary's large windows, her silhouette framed against the setting sun.

"I'll do everything I can," she assures them, though her words seem more to herself than anyone else. "But it's not just the seizure or the flu we need to worry about."

Your ears prick up at this, despite the heaviness dragging at your eyelids. You strain to catch their conversation, each word a lifeline in the sea of uncertainty.

"The flu has hit her hard." Her statement hangs heavy in the air, a stark reminder of your fragile state. "And then the seizure... It's taken a toll on her body. She needs time to recover."

"But we've seen her sick before," James protests, his hands clenched into fists. "She always pulls through."

"Not like this," Madam Pomfrey counters softly. "This isn't just a common cold; it's the flu. And with her weakened immune system..."

The silence stretches on, filling the room with a sense of dread neither you nor the boys can shake off.

"We'll monitor her closely," Madam Pomfrey continues after a moment, sounding more composed now. "If there's no improvement, I may have to transfer her to St. Mungo's."

St. Mungo's. The mere mention of the wizarding hospital sends a chill down your spine—not because of any particular aversion to the place itself, but because of what it represents: danger, uncertainty, a level of severity Hogwarts can't handle.

Your throat tightens, and you force yourself to swallow past the lump forming there. You try to sit up, to protest, to tell them you don't need St. Mungo's, but all that comes out is a weak cough.

"Easy now," Madam Pomfrey murmurs, pushing you gently back onto the bed. "You need to rest."

But how can you rest when their words echo in your head, each one heavier than the last?

"She should stay here," Remus insists, his brow furrowed with concern. "We can help look after her."

"It's not about looking after her, Mr Lupin." The matron's tone is patient, yet firm. "It's about getting her the right treatment. The flu can lead to serious complications—pneumonia, bronchitis, even sepsis—and with her immune system, she's particularly susceptible and while we have better treatments than muggles, they still need to be administered in a real hospital."

Susceptible. Another word that hangs heavy in the air, another reminder of how precarious your situation really is. Your mind races, trying to process everything they're saying, but the effort only amplifies your headache.

James and Sirius exchange glances, their worry barely concealed now. They've seen you ill before, yes, but never quite like this. Never with the threat of being sent away looming so large.

Remus' shoulders tense, his gaze fixed on your pale face. He knows what this means—he's seen you weak and weary more times than he cares to count. But this is different. This time, the stakes are higher, and the outcome far less certain.

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what's to come. If anyone can keep everyone together during this crisis, it's him. It has to be him.

Time seems to stretch and warp in the hospital wing, each tick of the clock a reminder that you remain bound by your body's weakness. The air is thick with tension as Madam Pomfrey moves around you, her steps measured and precise.

You drift in and out of consciousness, your dreams fevered and disorienting. Images flash behind your eyelids—shadows dancing on the walls, faces distorted by worry, hands reaching for you through the darkness. Each time you stir, you're met with the same reality: the boys gathered at your bedside, their expressions taut with concern.

They take it in turns to watch over you despite Madam Pomfrey’s insistence they leave and get some rest. But even she knows better than to expect them to abandon you now—not when fear hangs heavy in the room like an unspoken promise.

Sirius sits quietly in one corner, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. It's rare to see him this still, this silent, but the gravity of the situation has stripped away his usual bravado. James paces near the foot of your bed, unable to contain his restless energy. Every so often, he runs a hand through his hair—a telltale sign of his growing anxiety.

But it's Remus who remains a constant presence by your side, his focus unwavering. There's a calmness about him that belies the storm brewing beneath the surface—an anchor amidst the waves of uncertainty threatening to pull everyone under.

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Your fever continues to rage, a relentless fire that saps your strength and leaves you gasping for air. Every breath is an effort now, each one more laboured than the last.

"Still no change?" Sirius's voice cuts through the haze of discomfort, sounding strained.

Madam Pomfrey shakes her head, her expression tight. "I'm afraid not. The fever should have broken by now."

The words hang in the air, heavy with implication. A chill runs down James's spine, countering the warmth from his hand as he brushes away damp hair from your forehead. He wants to believe that you'll pull through—that things will go back to normal soon—but the reality before him paints a different picture.

Time loses meaning in the sterile white expanse of the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey comes and goes, her presence marked by the rustle of robes and the clink of potion bottles. She checks your vitals regularly, muttering under her breath. Each passing hour brings new worry lines to her face—a testament to how dire your condition has become.

There's talk of transferring you to St Mungo’s if there's no improvement by morning. It's a possibility none of them want to consider, but it grows more real with every tick of the clock. The thought sends a shiver through Remus, even as he holds your limp hand within his own.

"No," he whispers, so quiet it could be mistaken for the wind outside. "She'll get better. She has to."

But the doubt lingers like a spectre at the edge of their collective consciousness, feeding off the fear that pulses in the silent room.

A low groan escapes your lips, pulling James from his thoughts. His eyes meet yours—clouded with confusion and pain—and something clenches inside him. You try to speak, the effort visible in the crease of your brow, but only raspy breaths come out.

"Shh, Y/N," James coos, squeezing your hand gently. "Don't strain yourself."

But you persist, pushing past the fatigue that threatens to swallow you whole. "Boys... I..." Your voice is barely audible, carried on a whisper-thin thread of air.

"We're here, love." Sirius leans closer, his grey eyes mirroring your struggle.

You manage a nod, your eyelids fluttering shut once again. But even in your weakened state, you hold onto the connection between you—the shared history, the unspoken promises. It anchors you amidst the storm raging inside your body, providing a beacon of hope when all else seems lost.

The night stretches on, each tick of the clock echoing through the stillness. The moon rises high, casting a ghostly light over Hogwarts and painting long shadows across the hospital wing. James, Sirius, and Remus sit by your bed in silent vigil, waiting for any sign of change.

Sirius checks your temperature again, his touch cool against your heated skin. He doesn't need to glance at the thermometer to know the fever is still burning within you—he can feel it radiating off your body, a cruel reminder of the battle being waged inside.

James rubs his hands together, frustration creasing his brow. His gaze flits around the room, lingering on the various potions and charms Madam Pomfrey has used to no avail. There's an itch beneath his skin, a desperation to do something—anything—to help turn the tide, but he feels as powerless as he did when he first found you in the forest.

Remus watches from the corner of his eye, tracing the lines of worry etched deep into their faces. His own expression remains unreadable, the only hint of his inner turmoil revealed in the way his fingers tighten around yours every now and then. He casts another glance at the clock, noting with a heavy heart that it's been hours since your fever spiked.

The silence in the room is deafening, broken only by the occasional shuffle of feet or sigh of resignation. It's a testament to the gravity of the situation, to the uncertainty hanging heavy in the air. A waiting game—that's what this has become—and they're all too aware of the stakes.

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year ago

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How much of their struggle to have a babies did y/n and Lance's families know? Like, did they keep things more between themselves, or did they share with few people( like y/n mom or Choe)?

Tw: infertility, IVF treatments

"Do you want me to go with you?", Lance wondered, "you wouldn't mind?", you replied, "of course not, sweetheart. We're in this together", he kissed your knuckles, "besides, your mother texted me yesterday saying that she had baked those little cakes I love", he smirked.

"Mom", you called, "remind me again of what happened when aunt and uncle were trying to have a baby", you asked. Having someone in the family with a similar diagnosis to yours meant that the baby questions were somewhat carefully thought through before someone asked them, so asking your mum, you figured, would be safe.

"Oh, well, they tried for a really long time, she took some hormones to help with her ovulation, because she had a low egg count", she said, "at the time, they also saw a specialist but the treatments were not an option for her, but around a year, a year and a half later, your cousin arrived", she finished, "something on your mind?".

"We've been doing the whole calendar thing and ovulation sticks, but it's yet to work", you admitted, "we both have healthy counts, so it's something else, but this really sucks, you know?", you blurted, feeling her hug you to her side, "I'm sorry, darling, but it will all work for the best, I'm sure of it", she kissed your forehead, "besides, it doesn't look like it's a job to try, you know? You have a very handsome looking husband", she smirked as you swatted her hand, "besides, as long as there is love between you two, you'll be good".

As much as you didn't feel like shouting out to everyone in the world that you would be undergoing fertility treatments to start building your family, you knew you and Lance needed support. Not because you were ashamed or embarrassed, but it was still a personal matter that involved your families, and having their support would be good to fall back on.

When you arrived at your parents' house, your father was quick to get some drinks out while your mother made some tea and got the little cakes to the coffee table, "so, Lance, everything fine at work?", you dad began, "yes, it's been going really well, actually", he smiled talking about a few new topics and some they had discussed the previous visit you had payed them.

"You're a bit quiet, darling, is everything okay?", your mother noticed, rubbing your thigh from her seat by your side, "Actually, I've been meaning to tell you something, we have, actually", you gulped, "We have been to Dr. Marlin's office again because we've been having trouble with trying for a baby, and as it turns out, it's a blocked fallopian tube, so things aren't ending up where they should end up and it makes the whole thing pretty much impossible this way",

"Oh, Y/N, I'm sorry", she got up to hug you before your dad gestured the sign you've had since you were little. You sometimes got scared when going to school, so whenever you were already inside the gate and he couldn't give you another hug after dropping you off, he would slightly cross his arms on his chest as if he was hugging you and you would do the same before stretching out your pointer finger as he did the same, pretending you were touching his. It had become a silly thing when you were little, but it quickly became your thing.

"We are going to begin the treatments soon, hopefully", Lance took over, "Dr. Marlin just needs to get the cycle up to speed and sorted out, and then we begin them when Y/N is comfortable enough", Lance noted, absentmindedly grabbed your hand in his, his thumb rubbing the skin.

"Honey, if there is anything we can help you, help you both", your father said, "let us know. You're not going through this alone", he smiled.

"How are you doing with all of it?", Chloe asked her younger brother as she bounced her little one in her arms. Scotty and Chloe had finally felt okay enough to welcome visitors to meet the new addition to the Stroll-James family and you and Lance also found the time to vist them between both of your schedules.

"I've been good. I think now that we know what is happening, we know how to deal with it. We kept trying and it wasn't working, so to know why it wasn't working and that there is a way to help it's comforting", he admitted, "Y/N has been good, too, I think. I've made sure she's telling me how she feels and whenever things get too much so we can work it out together, like a team", he smiled, stretching his arm and softly touching his nephew's cheek.

"I was so scared to invite you because I didn't want Y/N to feel bad about it. I know it's stupid to try and put myself in her position when I've never had issues, but I didn't want either of you feeling bad", Chloe added, "thanks for your consideration, but I think it's fine", Lance smiled as he heard Scotty's footsteps and your giggles coming their way.

"I'm proud of you, Lance", his sister complimented, "of the man you've become. I'm not saying I doubted you'd be like this, but it's a pleasure to see you like this", she nudged him, seeing her husband and you walking into the living room.

"Hey, look who's up!", you cooed at the little bow, "can Auntie Y/N have a cuddle? It's okay if it's not, though", you checked with your sister in-law, "of course it's okay, it gives me time to go to the bathroom!", she cheered, passing her son to your arms, "hello, sweet boy, you're wide awake now, aren't you?", you smiled, touching his soft cheek and seeing his light coloured eyes now open, "here", you heard Lance call you, arranging the space next to him on the sofa so you could sit next to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, "are you feeling good?", he wondered, checking in as you smiled at him, "yes, I am. Thank you for checking in", you kissed his cheek, "and this is good practice, isn't it? Isn't it, gorgeous boy? Yes, it is", you cooed at your nephew, hoping that this was a practice moment for what was to come.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

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racinginchid3nt · 1 year ago

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I’d Probably Still Adore You | Eight

Y/N x Lance Stroll, Y/N x Lando Norris, Y/N Best Friend x Pierre

Gasly

In which a night at the club and a game of never have I ever turns into something new

Inspired by 505 - Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: some smut, mostly in discussion/description. 18+

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You spent the rest of Wednesday night relaxing in your hotel room. Starting to unpack and hanging your dress up for the event, your phone chimed.

When you checked it, it was Lando, replying to the text he had sent himself.

Smiling to yourself, you weren’t sure how you ended up with a date to tomorrow nights event but you figured if it had to be anyone at least he wasn’t a stranger. Besides Y/N Best Friend would be with Pierre, so you would have someone to talk to besides her.

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Thursday

Thursday morning went by quickly. You had opted to not attend media day. Pierre wasn’t on a panel and instead had individual interviews and team video shoots so there was no need to watch them.

You also took a few work calls, responding to some emails that came in throughout the day. While you had taken the day off, your boss only agreed if you were willing to participate in the two morning meetings. By midday, you were finally free to relax.

Stepping out of you room, you pushed the down button for the elevator. You’d skipped breakfast due to the time change but we’re starving and needed to pick up lunch.

As the doors opened, you saw a familiar face in the elevator.

“Hola Y/N. No sabiá que estabas aquí.” (I didn’t know you were here)

“Hola Carlos. It was kind of a last minute thing.”

“We’ll it’s great to see you. Are you going to the sponsor event tonight?”

“I am. Lando’s picking me up at 7:30.”

“Oh. That makes sense.” He laughingly replied.

Unsure of what he meant, you gave him a confused look.

“Lando told Oscar and I that he had a date last night. We wondered what poor soul he convinced and why he was so happy, but it makes sense that it would be you.”

“Oh uh yeah. We ran into each other last night and he asked.”

“Well I’ll see you tonight.” He replied, before stepping out of the elevator.

He made his way to the front desk, while you continued to the front doors. As you stepped outside you were greeted by a large crowd behind a barrier. Someone must have leaked the drivers hotel. As you pushed through the crowd to try and get to the small bistro you had seen on the way in last night, you were surprised to hear someone scream your name.

“Y/N! Can I get a picture?”

Unsure of what to do or why someone would want a picture with you, you turned and saw a fan in a Ferrari shirt waving at you. Confused you walked up and took a quick selfie. Was this because of that wag post a few weeks ago? You noticed a few other people taking photos of you as you chatted with the girl about the race weekend, before wrapping up and continuing on.

You placed your order to go from the bistro, heading back to the hotel to eat in your room and relax before you needed to get ready. As you sat down to eat and scroll through your phone, you got an Instagram notification that you were tagged in a photo.

Opening the app you saw that you had once again made the wag Instagram. It wasn’t your best picture, makeup free and hair undone, but you hadn’t expected anyone to care about you.

Is this what it’s always like for Y/N Best Friend you thought? You couldn’t escape the stupid wag pages and you weren’t even seeing anyone.

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Lance sat in the car on the way back to the hotel from media day. The break had been nice, but he was ready to be back behind the wheel. Zandvort wasn’t his favorite track, but it certainly wasn’t his least favorite either.

As he sat in backseat of the car, driving the 30km or so back to the hotel, he thought back to the night before. When he arrived at the hotel from the airport, he had seen Y/N. After their hookup before the break, he had expected that to be the end of their interactions. He’d never seen her at a race before that week, so he figured he wouldn’t any time soon.

But to see her getting out of the car with Norris was a shock. While he hadn’t reached out to her after the hookup, she also hadn’t reached out to him. The last thing he expected though was for her to be dating someone already. It had to be serious if they had arrived together, but with less than a month for the break, he questioned how quickly that happened.

He had spent the next week replaying the night over in his mind. And every time a girl flirted with him on break, he couldn’t help but compare her to Y/N. Had she really thought so little of the night that she could move on immediately? During their game at the after party she had said she’d never slept with a driver. Sure Norris has mean’t the question about Pierre when he asked it, but that also mean’t she hadn’t slept with Lando either.

He knew first hand that there was a lot more to hookups besides sex. Just because she hadn’t fucked him didn’t mean she couldn’t have kissed him. Or sucked his dick. And as the thought of her getting on her knees for Norris crossed his mind, the tiniest hint of jealousy bleed through. He had missed out of the chance of that. Missed out on watching those big brown eyes look up at him while he fucked into her mouth. Missed out on watching her swallow down his cum.

He didn’t know much about Norris, but he seemed to have some charm. Lance had seen him leave the club with his fair share of women. What if he had the chance to eat her out? That thought sat even worse. He didn’t like the idea of someone else, much less another driver getting to see her like that. Recalling the look of her glazed over eyes when he tucked her in on the couch, he didn’t like the idea that he wasn’t the only one who had seen her like that.

He wasn’t typically a possessive man, but he also didn’t typically interact much with his occasional flings after the fact. He’d been single for awhile, hooking up here or there as he felt like it, girls aware of the situation, that it would be a one time thing. But for someone else to have made a move on what he viewed to have been his first didn’t sit right with him at all. He knew better then to confront either of them, he had no rights. But why was he upset about that?

Opening up Instagram for the first time in a week, he navigated to her profile. She had posted twice during the break, one a casual photo of her and some friends at dinner, the other a photo of her laying out at the beach. He tried to think back to where Norris had said he was spending the break. He said he was going somewhere warm, and he vaguely recalled an Instagram story of him on a jet ski. Had she gone with him?

Flipping through her story she had only two posts up. One of a photo outside the plane window, showing the dark runway at the Amsterdam airport, and one of what he presumed was her lunch from earlier. Neither of those were helpful in the slightest. He’d already started to edge towards creeper territory, so he might as well take it further.

Navigating to her tagged photos, he saw a new one from earlier that day. It showed a zoomed in photo of her on her phone, hair up in one of those messy clips and in a casual outfit, she seemed to be walking down the street. Reading the caption, it confirmed what he already knew. She was staying at the same hotel as all of the drivers.

Esteban had complained earlier to him that his room was next to Pierre and his girlfriend. Apparently the two had been going at it 24/7 for the past few days. Which meant that she hadn’t flown in with them and wasn’t staying with them. So who was she staying with? He didn’t know what she did for work but highly doubted she had forked over the money for overpriced luxury hotel.

Pulling up to the hotel, he exited the car. Tucking his phone back into his pocket, he thought about the upcoming sponsor event. He’d have to stop by for at least a few hours to socialize. It wasn’t really Fernando’s thing and someone had to represent the team well. At least they would serve dinner he thought to himself, the food was normally good at these things. As he headed up to his room, he ran through the rest of his weekend, analyzing what his engineer had told him earlier, all thoughts of Y/N leaving his head.

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aspenmissing · 1 year ago

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

"Roll out, donkeys!" Lance, Hunk, and Pidge exit the simulator and stand before Iverson and their class. A young woman stands beside her team, staring at the three in sorrow. Y/N Gane, top of the class; best pilot "Well let's see if we can't use this failure as a lesson for the rest of you students. Can anyone point out the mistakes these three so-called cadets made in the simulator?" Iverson shouted.

"The engineer puked in the main gearbox," a voice said.

"Correct, as everyone knows, vomit is not an approved lubricant for engine system. What else?" Iverson said while shaking his head.

"The comm spec removed his safety harness," another voice said and Y/N laughs a little.

"Is there something funny Miss Gane?" Iverson asks. Everyone looks to Y/N and she stands up straight and keeps a straight face.

"No sir" She replies.

"Miss Gane, can you tell me something they did wrong?" he asked.

"Erm... The pilot... crashed?" Iverson looked at Y/N before smiling.

"Correct! Miss Gane" he shouted and walked away. Y/N gave lance an apologetic smile, who just shrugs and smiles "And worst of all, the whole jump, they're arguing with each other! Heck, if you're going to be this bad individually, you'd better at least be able to work as a team! exists to turn young cadets like you into the next generation of elite Astro explorers, but these kinds of mental mistakes are exactly what cost the lives of the men on the Mission" Y/N's fists clench.

"That's not true, sir!" Pidge shouts.

"What did you say?!" Lance clasps his hand over Pidge's mouth, but Pidge continues; her voice muffled by the hand.

"Sorry, sir! I-I-I think he may have hit his head when he fell out of his chair. But point taken" Lance says.

"I hope I don't need to remind you that the only reason you're here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out, and the second-best refused to be the best" Lance glances at Y/N before back at Inversion "Don't follow in his footsteps" Iverson turns to look at Y/N and her team "Miss Gane, your team is next!" Lance, Hunk and Pidge watch as their classmates board the simulator, Y/N patting Pidge's shoulder, smiling softly.

Later, Lance and Hunk hide in the halls of the Garrison as curfew begins.

"Lights out in five! Everyone back to their dorms, now" Iverson shouts.

"We shouldn't be doing this" Hunk whispers.

"You heard Commander. We need to bond as a team. We're going to grab Pidge, hit the town, loosen up, meet some nice girls, maybe we can bring Y-"

"OK, I'm just- I'm just saying this here, right now, on the record: This is a bad idea" The lights turn off; Lance and Hunk sneak through the hallways.

"You know, for someone in a space exploration program, you don't have much of a sense of adventure"

"All of your little 'adventures' end up with me in the principal's office" Lance sneaks by the instructor's lounge and motions for Hunk to follow, which he reluctantly does "Oh, man..." The two hide in recycling cans as a guard passes by.

"L-5 North all clear," The guard says. Lance jumps out; Hunk tries to follow suit but gets stuck and falls over. Hunk stands.

"I'm fine" They hide as Pidge and Y/N leave Iverson's office. The two watch"

"Where are they going?" Lance asks. Y/N and Pidge were sat on the roof of the Galaxy Garrison. Pidge listens to radio chatter through headphones and special equipment. Y/N is sitting beside her, looking up into the sky, eating a snack bar. Hunk crawls along the roof and Lance carefully removes the headphones to speak close to his ear.

"You two come up here to rock out?" Lance asks. Pidge jump and spin around to face Lance and Hunk. Y/N following, snack bar still in her mouth.

"Agh! - Oh, Lance, Hunk. No, Um... we-"

"We were just looking at the stars," Y/N says, chewing.

"Cool. Where did you get all this stuff? It doesn't look like Garrison tech" Lance wondered.

"He built it," Y/N says, swinging her arm over Pidge's shoulder.

"He built all of this" Hunk said astonished. He tries to touch the equipment; Pidge smacks his hand away.

"Stop it! With this thing, I can scan to the edge of the solar system" Pidge says, gesturing to the tech.

"That right? All the way to Kerberos" Lance smirks. Pidge looks away but does not respond, Y/N's eyes sadden. "You two go Ballistic, every time the commander brings it up, What's with that?" Lance continued. Hank tries to sneakily touch the equipment again.

"Second warning, Hunk!" Y/N says and Hunk stops.

"Aw...."

"Look, Pidge, if we're going to bond as a team, we can't have any secrets. Same for you Y/N" Y/N looks at Lance confused "You may not be a part of the team, but you're our friend. Friends can't keep secrets from each other"

"I mean they can" Y/N mutters.

"Fine. The world as you know it is about to change. The Mission wasn't lost because of some malfunction or crew mistake—" Pidge sees Hunk trying to touch the equipment again "-STOP TOUCHING MY EQUIPMENT!!" Hunk groans but finally desists "..."So, I've been scanning the system and picking up alien radio talking" Pidge pushed up her glasses.

"Whoa, what? Aliens?!" Hunk says.

"Oookay. so your insane, Y/N please tell me you don't believe in him," Lance asked me. Y/N nods"

"He is serious" Y/N holds up a pad with 'Voltron?' on it "They keep repeating the same word over and over again, Voltron. and tonight it has been crazier"

"How crazy" Lance said. The Galaxy Garrison building alarms blare. Iverson speaks over the intercom

"Attention, students. This is not a drill. We are on lockdown!, Repeat: all students are to remain in barracks until further notice" A fiery object appears in the sky.

"What's going on? Is that a meteor?! ... A very, very big... meteor?" Hunk says and Y/N grabs binoculars

"Its. It's a ship" She says. Lance takes the binoculars and looks at the object.

"Holy crow! I can't believe what I'm seeing! That's not one of ours" Lance said with wide eyes.

"No. It' 's one of their" Pidge says.

"So wait, there are aliens out there?!" The three watches as the alien spacecraft crash into the desert. The Garrison sends out land rovers to the crash site.

"We've gotta see that ship!" Pidge says, standing up, pulling Y/N with him.

"Pidge, slow down" She laughs.

"Hunk, Come on" Lance yelled and chases after the two.

"Oh, this is the worst team-building exercise ever"

Lance, Hunk, Pidge and Y/N spy on the quarantines crash site from a nearby cliff. Lance views the alien spacecraft through binoculars.

"Whoa... What the heck is that thing?! ... And who the heck is she?" Lance asks, looking at women through the binoculars.

"Lance!" Y/N smacks his head.

"Ow! Right, Right, alien ship. Man we will never get past those guards to get a look" Pidge continues to type on her computer.

"Aw, man. Yeah, yeah, I guess there's nothing to do but head back to the barracks, right?" Hunk says.

"Wait for Pidge, there is a camera in there, try and hack into it," Y/N said and pointed at the screen. Pidge hacks into it.

"I've grabbed its feed, Look" They all looked at the screen. Inside, a man is strapped to a table as Garrison technicians examine him.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Calm down, Shiro. We just need to run some tests" Iverson says, trying to settle Shiro. Y/N chokes on her breath.

"You have to listen to me! They destroyed worlds!" Shiro grunts "Aliens are coming!"

"That's! Shiro The pilot from the Kerberos Mission, That guy's my hero!" Lance shouts with excitement.

"Guess he's not dead in space after all" Hunk says.

"Where's the rest of the crew?" Pidge asks, saddened. Y/N put her hand on her shoulder, smiling softly.

"I'm sure they're fine, I mean if Shiro's still alive, I'm sure the rest are" She reassures.

"Do you know how long you were gone?" Iverson asks, walking over to Shiro?

"I don't know, Months? Years? Look there's no time. Aliens are coming here for a weapon. They're probably on their way right now. We need to get Voltron!" Shiro struggles, trying to get out of the bounds holding him down.

"Voltron!" Pidge and Y/N say in unison.

"Sir, look at this. It appears that his arm has been replaced with a cyborg prosthetic" A technician asks, looking at Shiro's arm.

"Put him under, until we figure out what it can do," Iverson said and a technician came over with a syringe.

"No, no, no don't put me under, There's no time, Let me go!" Shiro is one again trying to get out of the bounds.

"They didn't ask about the other crew members"

"What are they doing? The guy's a legend. They're now even going to listen to him" Lance said.

"We have to get him out," Y/N says.

"Ah, I hate to be the voice of reason here, always, but weren't we watching on TV, because there was no way getting past the guards" Hunk says, standing up.

"That was before we were properly motivated. We have just got to think. Could we tunnel in" Lance says, standing up. Y/N snorts, standing up alongside him.

"What so funny," Lance asked.

"Really? Tunnel in, Tunnel in!!" Y/N laughs

"Well at least I have a plan, where's yours," Lance said with a smirk.

"We find some hazmat suits and sneak in like med techs" Y/N smirks back. Lance thought for a while.

"That's a pretty good idea"

"Or... we could dress up like cooks, sneak into the commissary... little late-night snack" Hunk drools.

"...No. What we need is a distraction" As if on cue, an explosion burst in the distance and the four cadets scream.

"Is that the aliens?! Are—Tha—The—Is that the aliens?! Are they here?! They got here so quick!"

"No. Those explosions were a distraction, for him!" Pidge points to a figure arriving by hovercraft "The Garrison's headed towards the blast, and he's sneaking in from the other side!" Lance views the new arrival through binoculars.

"No way...! Oh, he is not going to beat us in there! That guy is always trying to one-up me!"

"Who is it?" Hunk asks.

"Keith!"

"Come on, Lance. Don't start"

"Who?" Pidge asks.

"Are you sure?" Hunk asks.

"Oh, I'd recognize that mullet anywhere!"

"Lance, come on, man! Keith hasn't done anything"

"Who's Keith?!" Pidge asks. The four-run towards the quarantines crash site. Inside, the technicians examine Shiro, who's been put under.

"These readings are off the chart," The technician says. Keith enters.

"Hey!" Iverson shouts. Keith attacks and knocks out all three technicians, then runs to Shiro, surprised to find him.

"Shiro...?" Keith cuts Shiro free from his bonds and tries to carry him out. Lance, Hunk, Y/N and Pidge arrive.

"Nope. No, you—No, no, no, no, no, no, no you don't. I'm saving Shiro" Lance lifts Shiro over his shoulder.

"Lance, let's just get him out of here" Y/N looks to Keith "Hey Keith"

"Hey Y/N, long time no see" Y/N nods "So, who's this?" Keith asks, looking to Lance.

"Who am I? Uh, the name's Lance" Keith silently looks at Lance without recognition "...We were at the same class at the Garrison?"

"Really? Are you an engineer?"

"No, I'm a pilot. We were, like, rivals. You know, Lance and Keith, neck-and-neck" Y/N snorts.

"Oh wait, I remember you. You're a cargo pilot"

"Well, not anymore. I'm fighter class now thanks to you washing out" Lance says, proud.

"Lance!" Keith looks to Y/N in confusion "I refused to take your place, that was yours. I couldn't take it" Keith nods, before looking to Lance.

"Well, congratulations"

Lance and Keith carry Shiro out together. Keith hops onto his hoverbike, along with Lance and Shiro. Keith holds out his hand for Y/N.

"Hop on," He says. Y/N smirks, reaching for his hand before pulling his close.

"You may be a gentlemen and I may be a girl, but this girl beat your ass in training" She whispers into his ear before jumping onto the bike behind him, Keith staring at his hand stunned - and slightly blushing. Hunk spots the Garrison returning.

"Oh, man, they're coming back and they do not look happy. We gotta go. Uh, do you mind if we catch a ride with you?" Hunk asks. Everyone climbs aboard Keith's hovercraft and it tips over.

"Is this thing going to be big enough for all of us?" Pidge asks.

"No" Keith replies bluntly. Keith has to take off as the Garrison arrives to pursue them. Pidge has to hold on to Shiro.

"Why am I holding this guy?"

"Hey, we did all fit!"

"Can't this thing go any faster?" Lance asks, looking back at the vehicles following.

"We could toss out some non-essential weight" Keith says sarcastically. Y/N shakes her head, nudging Keith's hip with her knee.

"Oh, right!" He glances around, clearly not getting Keith's sarcasm "OK, so that was an insult. I get it"

"Big man, lean left!" Keith shouted. Hunk leaned left.

"Whoa!" They all shouted. Two of the cars smashes into each other.

"Aww, man. Mr Harris just wiped out Professor Montgomery. No, wait he's fine" Hunk sighed in relief. They were on one of the roads and next to us was a big ditch

"Big man, lean Right!" Keith shouted. Hunk leaned right, they managed to get over to the big ditch and land on another road. Two of the cars are still chasing them. They were still all screaming, and they went around a corner. One of the cars crashed, but one is still following.

"Guys? Is the-the-the-the-that—Is that a cliff up ahead?" Hunk stammers.

"Oh, no, no, no" Lance shouted.

"Yup," Keith smirked.

"Just like old times" Y/N smiles, wrapping her arms around Keith. Keith increases speed, everyone was screaming, apart from Y/N, Keith and Shiro. The hovercraft jumps off the cliff.

"What are you doing? You're trying to kill us all!" Lance shouts

"Shut up and trust him" She shouts back. Keith safely avoids crashing and continues flying into the desert, escaping the Garrison.

Shiro and Y/N stand outside a desert shack at sunrise, the two hugging each other.

"It's good to see you again, Shiro," Y/N says, smiling. They pull away as Keith approaches.

"It's good to have you back," Keith says, placing his hand on Shiro's shoulder.

"It's good to be back" Shiro replies.

"So what happened out there? Where...were you?" Y/N ask.

"I wish I could tell you. My head's still pretty scrambled. I was on an... alien ship but... somehow I escaped. It's all a blur. How did you know to come to save me when I crashed?"

"You should come to see this" Shiro and Y/N follow Keith into the shack. Inside, Keith shows Shiro, Y/N, Lance, Hunk and Pidge his board of maps, diagrams and notes.

"What have you been working on?" Shiro muttered.

"I can't explain it. After getting booted from the Garrison, I was kinda... lost and... felt drawn out to this place. It's like something... some energy was telling me to search." Keith explains.

"For what," Shiro asks. Y/N stands close to Shiro, his arm around her shoulders, her own crossed in front of her.

"Well, I didn't know at the time... until I stumbled across this area." Keith pointed at a map "It's an outcropping of giant caves covered in these ancient markings" We looked at the pictures of the markings "Each tells a slightly different story about a blue lion, but they all share clues leading to some event, some arrival happened last night. Then you showed up" Keith explained more. Shiro took his arm from around Y/N's shoulders and walked over to the others.

"I should thank you for getting me out. Lance, Right?" Shiro says. He offers Lance his prosthetic hand. Lance hesitates but shakes it. Shiro offers to shake Pidge and Hunk's hand, Pidge being the only one who does.

"This nervous guy's Hunk. I'm Pidge. so, did anyone else from your crew make it out?" Pidge asks, which makes Shiro's face saddens

"I'm not sure. I remember the mission and being captured. After that, it's just bits and pieces" Shiro goes back over to Y/N, placing his arm back over her shoulders as she leans into his side. Lance zones out from the conversation, looking at the two confused.

"Are they TOGETHER! No, Lance, No! Shut up! He's way, way older than her. They're probably just really, really close" Lance thinks "I'll ask Y/N later"

"You'll ask me what late?" Y/N asks, Lance looks to see Y/N standing in front of him.

"Uhm, I- I was just wondering if- Uh"

"Come on Lance, spit it out" Lance sighs.

"Uhm.. a-are you and Shiro... Uh... together?" Y/N eyes widen before bursting out in laughter "What's so funny?"

"You thought me and Shiro were dating?" Y/N says, whole trying to catch her breath.

"It was just a question" Y/N continues to laugh, gaining everyone's attention.

"What happened?" Hunk asks.

"I just asked her if she and Shiro are dating" Pidge starts to laugh a bit. Shiro and Keith chuckle.

"What!? Why's that so funny" Lance asks, getting slightly annoyed.

"Okay, okay," Y/N says, trying to catch her breath "I'll tell you" She clears her throat "Shiro, is my brother" There was a long, awkward silence.

"WHAAAATTT!!!!????" Hunk and Lance asks in unison

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“Klaus went missing on the 15th of March, Cobalt is murdered on the 23rd, 9 days later. Klaus was married to Greyson, Cobalt was a close friend, right? What if -just hear me out," Loki babbled on, as she and Amora sat on their bed talking about possible theories on Cobalt’s death, “Cobalt loved Greyson and wanted to be with him, but Klaus killed and went into hiding because he murdered someone?!”

“Cobalt?” Amora asked the ghostly man sitting in her desk chair.

“Couldn’t have happened, I’m straight,” He replied, “I was also happily married to my lovely Primrose before death.”

Amora shook her head before looking back at Loki, “Straight, and happily married.”

“So, no love affair and no girlbossing wife,” Loki sighed, crossing off the theories of a list in a little notebook, “The last thing I got on my list is Ms. Thornton, could she have done it?”

“No!” Cobalt exclaimed, “Just as I loved Primrose, I loved Lilybeth just as much if not more! She would not have killed me; I refuse that notion!”

Amora shook her once more, “He wouldn’t believe it if it were true,” she replied, “Besides he’s seen Lilybeth, and he doesn’t have a bad vibe… he just gets sad.”

“I’ve died and my daughter has become a beautiful young lady, I’m sorry my depression is an inconvenience,” Cobalt sassed.

“I think we should stop for right now,” Amora sighed, “This is just getting us nowhere.”

Loki huffed, “Maybe we are looking in the wrong place?” she questioned, getting a confused look from Amora and even Cobalt, “We are trying to link Klaus with Cobalt, yet we know nothing about Klaus, maybe if we start looking into Klaus when can find out why he is missing which could lead to us finding out why Cobalt died.”

“So, we have to find Klaus,” Amora asked.

“Basically,” Loki answered making Amora groan into her pillow, “Or at least try to.”

“How are we supposed to do that?! We are students, moreover, we are seniors?! How the hell are we supposed to find an old man who has been missing for 15 years when we’ll have midterms in like 3 weeks!” Amora exclaimed sitting up before gesturing to Cobalt, “I’d rather be stuck with him! At least he’ll tell me if I’m failing my Trigonometry final!”

Cobalt shook his head before scoffing as Loki held in her laughter, clearing her throat, “Maybe you just need a little break for the ghost investigations,” the British girl posed, “Come with me into town tomorrow.”

“I thought you were going out with Lance,” Amora muttered.

Loki shrugged, “he said he wanted to hang out with Odis, and Luther said he was going to study with Iphigenie for their current events test, so I’m on my own tomorrow unless you come.”

Amora thought for a moment, spending 2 weeks on campus with Cobalt over her shoulder with no results in their little investigation seemed to put both of them on edge with each other. The thought was nice, being able to explore the town on Solostica would be nice too. The American girl looked to her ghostly companion who shrugged as if to say he didn’t care either way.

“I mean either way I’m going,” Loki remarked, holding a large strand of her hair, the green dye faded a good amount making it a sickly pale color, “I’m getting this hair dye!”

“I’ll go with you.”

Loki smiled, “Terrific!”

The next morning the two girls woke up after sleeping in, Cobalt did what he had been doing every morning, exiting the room to give them privacy, before they left. While walking down the paths leading to the exit of campus, Calliope passed by seeming running for her life.

“Calliope, everything okay?”

“Yeah,” She huffed, her cheerleading bag slamming into her side as she looked back at the two girls, “If anyone asked you didn’t see me!”

Loki and Amora looked at her confused as she ran to the main campus, she was already for cheerleading practice and yet she was running away from where they normally practice, the roommates looked at each other and shrugged before leaving campus, as Calliope ran through the halls of the large schoolhouse, slowing her pace as she reached the great music room were Odysseus, Lance, and Solomon resided inside. Solomon played the harp in the corner as Odysseus sat on one of the choir risers beside Lance, his light blue Guitar in his lap.

“Calliope, everything okay?” Lance asked, her panting at the door to the music room catching his attention.

Solomon stopped playing as all three of the boys waited for a response.

“I was the first one at practice today!” she huffed, “No one else was there. So, ha…. Huh… ha I left.”

“Calliope, if you want to quit the cheer team—” Solomon began because Calliope let out a laugh.

“And piss off Cassiopeia, not a chance!” Calliope replied, “I do that just by existing.”

“And skipping practice,” Odysseus commented, “Either way she is going to be pissed off at you.”

“The only reason she started the cheer team was to watch Roux practice football,” She huffed, “I don’t know why I had to be involved.”

She toddled over to Solomon’s place in the corner, dejectedly, “If it bothers you this bad, just quit,” Solomon remarked.

“If you quit, you can actually but in the campaign again!” Lance added with a smile, “I’ve missed Ruelle the cleric ever since the last time you played with us.”

Calliope smiled, “That’s a great idea.”

In the town center of Solostica’s city center with its cobblestone streets and its many small and hidden shops and convenience stores Loki and Amora stared at the many boxes, containers, tubes, jars, and pouches of hair on the shelf in front of them. All are color-coded and pleasing to the eye. Many brands Amora had never heard of before.

“I wish I had hair like yours,” Loki sighed.

“Mhm?” Amora hummed.

The British girl pointed to her roots, growing in a dark color of her roots where her green pieces used to be after tossing a boxed bleach in her little basket, “I need to get a bleach kit so the green will take on roots. If you dyed your hair any kind of fun colors, you wouldn’t have to worry about it.”

“Oh,” Amora replied, chuckling, “Bellamy dyed her once, it was purple. I remember asking my mom if I could dye my hair with her because she said it looked “so bad” and I remember it started a huge argument with my mom… she did not want me to dye my hair.”

Loki hummed, before pointing to all the boxes of hair dye, “Wanna give it a try?” she asked with a smirk painted across her lips, “’cause mummy isn’t here.”

Amora looked at all the hair dyes on the shelf, then back at Loki, who grinned down at her, “Alright! Let’s do it!” she replied, grabbing a random box off the shelf.

“Alright, but we don’t want to use that,” Loki replied, taking the box out of Amora’s hands and putting it back on the shelf, “If you want red, you should go with this one.”

Loki pulled a small box off the shelf with a simple pale green color and labeled named Deathly dyes, the color was called Lover’s Haze. Amora nodded as Loki looked at the green section before quickly grabbing a jar from the same brand but in a dark green color and walking toward the check-out counter.

They left the little convenience store before venturing around the town center some more, going into different little stores and shops not really buying anything but enjoying being off campus as well as each other's company.

Stopping by Vixen Café to grab a little something to eat, while also getting to see Iphigenie in action at work and Luther sitting outside working on a paper for one of his classes, aided by caffeine and chocolate croissant.

While stopped at an intersection, Amora stared at the beach which Loki noticed.

“You wanna go to the beach?” Loki asked.

Amora nodded and once the intersection was clear to cross, the two of them headed to the beach. Shoes were taken off and bags were dropped by the cement walk leading to the sands. Clean beige sand between their toes, with the smell of sea salt in the air and a light breeze.

Loki watched Amora from afar as she enjoyed the breeze and the salty air against her face. There is something so scenic about Amora, wearing a genuine smile as she heard the sounds of the ocean and waves crashing into the shore, enjoying the breeze as it moves her cardigan. Loki had never been fond of the beach, life events had turned memories of going to the beaches in England into reminiscences said rather not think about, however now staring at Amora the beach is no longer a place Loki wants to stay away from, rather a place she wants to stay if nothing above to keep seeing Amora smile a genuine smile.

But the skies won’t let wants become reality

“Amora we should get going!” Loki called, “It’s going to rain!”

Once at the back on campus, it was already drizzling, and when in the safety of their dorm room, pulling one of the girl's desk chairs into the bathroom, and sitting it in front of the sink and mirror.

“Is he around?” Loki asked, pulling out all the hair dye and other tools on the bathroom counter after bleaching the front pieces of her hair.

“No, he's probably still mad from yesterday,” Amora answered as she put on an old shirt the British girl gave her before hearing her scoff, “Or he’s just wandering.”

“Come sit,” Loki called as Amora made her way to the bathroom.

Amora entered the bathroom where Loki had some of her favorite music playing at a low volume, in an extremely old shirt covered in blotches of bleach and a pair of gym shorts, waiting for the young American girl a hand resting on the desk chair beside her and a foot resting against her calf.

“You wanna do the whole head or just a section?” Loki asked as Amora sat down.

“Uhm….I don’t know, what do you think?” Amora replied.

Loki hummed softly, “Let’s do your bangs, and your little front pieces, yeah?”

Amora nodded, as Loki opened the Lover’s Haze box and quickly read the instructions before plopping the dye into a mixing bowl, “Ready?” Loki asked.

“Yeah!”

Loki took the hair dye brush and began painting the pinkish dye on to Amora golden strains of hair, “Is Cobalt annoying at all?” the British teen asked.

“I mean sometimes, he makes math harder than it should be,” Amora answered, “Honestly he acts like my dad. Not like my dad, but he acts like a dad, which I know he is one, but we’ve only known each other for like a month he’s very fatherly, protective almost.”

Loki hummed curiously, “Like when I was in the library trying to figure out how to help him the talk I told you about everything, the Librarian—”

“Iphigiene’s weird ass mom?”

“Yes! He knocked over a stack of books to help me escape just to yell at me when I was safe!”

Loki chuckled, “And he’s an ass!” Amora groaned, “Telling me my math isn’t right when I do my homework but he won’t tell me what I’m doing wrong! And and and he makes little comments when I’m talking to people like his commentary is soooo important!”

“Oh! What does he say about me?” Loki asked, walking around her to get the other side of her hair.

“Chickadee, do you know, Loki stares at you often?”

“Have you realized that you are the only person she actively smiles at?”

“Loki seems fond of you.”

“Aw, she gave you her jumper because you were cold.”

“You too are quite cute together.”

Amora’s face flushed, remembering just a few of the many things that Cobalt had commented over the past two weeks, the all-around consuming feeling of simply enjoying being around Loki. The overwhelming feeling of a crush!

“H-he just make comments about... how helpful you are,” Amora answered, fumbling with her words before jumping at her phone ringing.

A single windchime emoji on the caller ID for a video call, answering Bellamy’s call with a smile and rosy cheeks, “Hey girly, what does Edgar like to play he hates the puff balls Jane likes to play with. I--” Amora could only see Bellamy’s light blue roots once she answered the call, before she looked at her phone wide-eyed, “WOAH! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE DYING YOUR HAIR?! And where did you get that shirt?”

Amora looked down at the shirt she was wearing to protect her skin from bright red hair dye, a faded black T, and the graph for the band Oasis horribly faded. “It’s Loki’s, we’re doing this kind of spontaneity.”

“ ‘Ello Bellamy,” Loki commented, grabbing Amora’s bangs.

“Shit, she’s British!” Bellamy squealed, “Eee, your girlfriend is such a cutie, Amora!”

“Girlfriend?” Loki mused, “What have you been telling her, lovely?”

“Bella! She isn’t my girlfriend, she is my roommate!” Amora shrieked her face turning the same color as her hair dye.

“Roommate, girlfriend same different,” Bellamy shrugged.

“I like her already,” Loki muttered with a smirk.

“Amora what does Edgar like to play with?”

“Uhm… He likes the crinkly toys.”

“Got it got it,” Bellamy replied while throwing a couple of toys in her cart, “Is ther anything else I need to get for the boy, besides his special wet food?”

“I don’t think so,” Amora replied, “How are things back home?”

“Reese got kicked out of school,” Bellamy answered nonchalantly.

“WHAT!”

“Yeah,” Bellamy shrugged, “Mortemore had been shit-talking him since everything happened, Reese decided to punch him out in the hallway, and he got his ass expelled.”

Loki clicked her tongue, “Serves him right,” she mumbled.

“I told Mortemore I would bake him a coffee cake,” Bellamy added, “As a thank you.”

“Oh, he’ll love that!” Amora replied with a small smile.

“All right, I only called to see what Edgar liked to play with,” Bellamy remarked, “I’ll text you later!”

“Bye Bellamy,” Amora replied, hanging up her phone.

Loki finally set the hairbrush in the sink, “You need to sit with it for 30 minutes.”

Amora nodded, getting up and leaving the bathroom, “What have you been telling Bellamy, for her to call me your girlfriend?” Loki chucked putting her head in the sink bowl.

Amora’s face became hotter, before covering her face, “I HAVEN’T TOLD HER ANYTHING!” She yelped, “I just told her that I had a grungecore roommate that was nicer then I thought, and I told her about hanging out with you during school!”

Loki hummed raising her head out of the sink, “You look cute when are all flustered,” she remarked with a smirk before putting her head back in the sink.

Amora blushed even more before going to sit on her bed and wait for the time to wash her the dye out of her hair as Loki dyed her hair green. Once everything was all said and done, Amora stared at herself in the mirror her bangs and the large chunks of hair that she kept resting off her shoulders a nice pinky-red color.

“You like it?” Loki asked.

“Yeah!” Amora said with a smile, “Thanks Loki.”

“Anytime, lovely.”

Once cozy in her bed in the early morning Amora left a heavy weight on top of her, groggily waking up to the intense stare of Cobalt an odd and wicked grin, “I have a lead!”

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ripslingerfan13 · 1 year ago

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So I’ve been thinking while reading ‘The secret of the Plaid Family’ I was inspired to make my own trans Frederick! And here she is!!!💕 So cute!

I give you Princess Minerva! Youngest daughter of the Plaid kingdom.

When Frederick was about 13 he finally came out to his or should I say ‘her’ brothers that she’s trans. She of course was terrified knowing her father would be furious at this but not knowing how her brothers will react. Blaine was just fine with it and even joked that any potential boyfriends would now have to get his approval first!😆 Lance of course being the stereotypical clueless jock has no clue what being trans means. And of course Blaine has to explain to him about trans and of course Lance cluelessly, non transphobic argues about how Frederick can’t be a girl if ‘he’s a boy’. He’s not being transphobic I promise Lance just has no clue what being trans means. Eventually Blaine gives up and tells Lance “She’s a girl and that’s that! Please don’t make me try to explain it again!” “Ok.” Lance replies in his usual supportive Lance way. Frederick finds it a little funny with Blaine trying to explain to Lance with no success. (Insert cute Frederick giggle) And just like in my current fic all three ‘siblings’ now are a team against their father. And Blaine and Lance love their sister very much. And after coming out her brothers quickly adapt to the (even more) over protective big brothers role.

But not really knowing how to go about supporting your trans sibling Blaine calls over a maid whom he just happens to overhear while walking through the halls one day of her having a trans sibling. Long story short she helps the brothers by giving them advice on the dos and don’ts of supporting your trans siblings. But still scared of her father’s reaction Frederick keeps her current name and pretty much begs her brothers to keep everything a secret until she (will only go by ‘she’ when it’s just her and her brothers…for the time being) can find the courage to tell her parents.

Skipping ahead a little, insert magical version of hormones. Helps grow her hair longer, changes her voice, her body is already pretty slim because she was never really that masculine to begin with. There is a certain potion that can change someone’s gender permanently but Frederick avoids using it because she was told that when the potion is taking effect it causes immense pain as it is a potion for body modification. And the immense pain did not sit too well with Frederick. So she’s currently doing things the old fashion way. The maids are excited because they finally have a princess to dress up! And Frederick is enjoying every second of showing her brothers different outfits and getting their opinions on each one until finally finding the perfect one!

Another skip, she finally comes out to her parents with her brothers beside her, she’s in full dress and all and of course Isolde is supportive and proud of her for finding the courage to tell them understanding how scared she much have been…but of course the moment is ruined by Leland who being the asshole he is tells everyone “It’s just a phase, ‘ he’ll ’ grow out of it.” And this causes Frederick, now finally changing her name to Minerva runs off to her room crying. The three of them try to tell him off but of course they’re still too scared of him to really go off and end up just quietly disagreeing with him.

Another skip, the proposals with the princesses are announced and Leland still believing that Minerva is still ‘just a phase’ insist that Minerva marry Gwen and not Jamie. Of course not knowing Jamie is in the portrait as well, all the same assumptions are as is. But at this moment Minerva reveals that she is still into girls and thus coming out yet again as a trans lesbian and is perfectly fine with marrying Gwen. A lot of it goes by as is, except Minerva doesn’t call Gwen ugly do to the fact that she has been dealing with a lot of harassment since coming out and felt like a hypocrite for even thinking it. And instead Gwen overhears her and Blaine wondering why she looks so different from the rest of her family. And this actually does make Gwen sad but only because she remembers her dad telling her how she looks just like her mother. And it reminds Gwen of how she and Jamie barely even remember her as they were just babies when she passed. Gwen is still called ugly when she and Minerva are being harassed by some assholes at the amusement park. Older siblings step in to save the day but of course the damage to Gwen is already done.

And that’s all that I got so far.

What do you guys think? Should I go along with the idea?

Oh! I also started using random Gacha clothes hacks from YouTube! Using the flower crown as the top of a dress came from Miyuki!

#transgirlfreddie!#cpc #cpc fanfiction #cpc frederick #cursed princess club #fanfiction #cpc blaine #cpc lance #cpc gwen #cpc maria #cpc lorena #cpc jamie #possible fanfic idea #trans pride #transgirl #trans lesbian #brother sister #gacha club

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skeletonwithakeyboard · 2 years ago

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He only exist In the dark of my room

Waking up to the feeling of someone else in his room stopped scaring Shiro awhile ago. If anything the feeling made him feel safer, Besides; he knows who's watching.

Shiro turns around to face the light indigo shadowy being leaning against his desk reading a book that seems to have his complete attention. "Hey there spooky"

The being's yellow eyes look away from the book to face Shiro. "Your awake; good I was beginning to get bored," the shadow moves to shiro's side.

"What were you reading?"

"A book I found amongst coran's things, it's about different battle ships and there makings. It's actually quite interesting"

Shiro chuckled, sitting up from the bed and propping himself in a sitting position. "You gotta stop talking things. Lance and Keith still think the ship is haunted, and taking and moving things around doesn't help," Shiro then raised an eyebrow. "Why do you move stuff anyway?"

"Apart of the reason is because I want to know more about the castle and familiarizing myself with its layout. The other part?" Even without a visible mouth ulaz's eyes betrayed a smirk. "It's fun scarring them from time to time"

"Knew it," Shiro rolled his eyes with no real annoyance.

It's been four months since ulaz made his presence known to Shiro, but even before then he had the feeling of being watched. But watched wasn't the right word, a more accurate one would be guarded.

The first time Shiro felt it was about a week after ulaz's 'death'. It was late, Shiro was drowsy from the previous day and was just about to finally about to sleep when he felt like someone was in the room with him. At first Shiro thought it's was his imagination playing tricks, but then he felt a hand comb through his white tuff.

Shiro shoot up from his bed and looked around his room.. And found nothing.

".. Who's here?" Another look around his room revealed nothing. "Maybe I'm more tried then I thought" Shiro went to sleep, thinking about the strange feeling in his hair.

After that night, more strange things started to happen, but only seem to happen when Shiro was around. A few examples were; enemies being thrown, objects being moved, bizarre technological mishaps that always seem to work in the teams advantage, a feeling of being watched. But allura says she feels more like a glare to her.

Knowing what he now knows, she was probably right, but Shiro has a feeling the glare was personal.

After another mission where a soldier was thrown after he also shot him. Shiro had enough, he was going to find out what was happening to him. And after a quick trip to the space mall, he was ready to get some answers.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Shiro placed the oujia board on the floor of his room. "Ok. Um hello? Is anyone here?" Nothing.

"Um are you a good spirit?" This felt stupid, but Shiro could feel himself being watched. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind.

".. Do you not know how to use this? It's actually pretty simple," if the ghost was an alien, they might not even know what their looking at, or what Shiro was trying to do. "It's called a ouija board, people on earth use it to talk to spirits. The piece I'm holding is called a planchette, you; the spirit. Moves it around the board and spell out what you want to say while I hold onto it," Shiro placed it back on the board. "Here grab the other end and spell something, it can be anything"

For a second nothing happens, until the planchette started moving.

Ok it's actually works.

The spirit spells out a simple hello.

"It's worked! Ok are you the one moving things around the castle?"

'Yes'

"Why?"

'Because'

"Ook, are you the one following us on missions?"

'Yes but I am not following all of you'

".. Who are you following? Allura?"

The energy in the room felt heavy for a moment before the spirit replies. 'Absolutely not'

Shiro couldn't help but laugh. "Ok not a fan of hers" the spirit started writing a reply

'I am following you'

Shiro felt a chill down his entire body. "Why? Wait, are you the one who rubbed my hair?

'Yes. I am sorry for scaring you'

".. Who are you?"

"Ulaz? That's not.. I can't believe it" ulaz was dead, Shiro saw him die. How could he be here?

Ulaz started to reply

'Ask me something, something I would only know'

"Saves me from asking you to prove yourself. Alright," Shiro has to think, what could only ulaz know?

"What was the first thing I said to you?" Shiro remembers vividly, in he defense; he was snapier then usual that day and ulaz was the first person he saw that day.

'You are the most non cat looking cat I have ever seen in my damn life'

At this point, laughing was the only thing Shiro could think to do. "it's definitely you then" Shiro had to let the laughter die down before trying to speak again.

"I.. I can't believe it, you're here! And.. I have so many questions. How are you here? How long have you been this way? Do you feel anything? Are you even alive?" Shiro fired question after question at poor ulaz, who answered as best he could.

Back in the present Shiro thought of something.

"Hey Ulaz, the night you made your known to me, why didn't you show up in the form you have now?

"I couldn't. Not when I first turned into this, I had to get better control and learn how to even make that possible," ulaz flexes his arm turning it invisible and visible. "It came in phases, moving objects are easy, myself tangible was difficult. The first time I succeeded was the time I touched your hair"

Shiro couldn't help the color coming to his face. "Yeah about that, why touch me?"

"Well.. It's because.. I wanted the first thing I could feel to be you" if ulaz was blushing Shiro couldn't tell. And ulaz prefers it that way.

"Oh, um thank you. I'm flattered" Shiro almost let it end at that, until a thought crossed his mind that made his blush come in full force.

"While you were practicing, were you always trying to touch me?"

Shiro didn't know it was possible for a ghost to go stiff. "It was only ever your face"

Somehow Shiro could swear he felt the blush travel through his entire body.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #takashi shirogane #voltron ulaz #uliro #ulaz #poltergeist ulaz #adding to my au

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khaleesiofalicante · 10 months ago

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Yeah, I'm not done unfortunately...

Although I love AJ and Lance with my heart, soul and more, Cami and Arjun are the most relatable sibling duo😂. Also, I'm really interested in her dynamic with Anjali, bc we all know Cami is a daddy's girl and Arjun is a mommy's boy, but how about the opposite??

I loved how she apologized to Régine about the Convo of wanting different things in life. I don't like people who dislike others because they are not like them or don't have the same way to view life

AND the conversation between Camila and Kincaid was TOP TIER. Like, Cami is right, Kyle and Victoria are bigoted and Kincaid doesn't do anything to stand up to them, but I also get what Kincaid said about how some people don't have the privilege of doing that. Besides the whole exiling thing...

Lance turning into a whore PLS JSHSJDJSKDK. Teenage boys are so dramatic fr

“I don’t care if you love me less,” Arthur said honestly. “Not if all that extra love goes to Lance.” Okay yeah. Completely normal about this🙂🙂

Harry and Arthur are the cutest and the fact they are a canon event just like Jackson and David's friendship means the world to me 😭😭

ARCAID'S FIRST KISS!!!! AND THE "I LOVE YOU"!!!!💙💙💙

“I’m in love with you, Kincaid,” Arthur told the other boy. “But Lance is my soulmate. He always will be. With or without a rune.” LET THOSE BOYS BE PARABATAI. THEY ARE LITERALLY SOULMATES YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO ME🥺🥺🥺😞

Malik can do no wrong in my eyes. I will protect him always😌. Selena and Gabriel living the best life ngl... And idk how to feel about this Hermes thing. I know he is hot and a dilf and smart and sexy, BUT IRIS NO!

“Not you,” Ragnor observed. “Is it because your family is not lacking bad bitches?” I'm gonna tattoo this sjhsjdjdkdk

“That woman made life hell for my uncle and his family. I don’t care what kind of bad bitch she is. She doesn’t have my respect.” IRIS IS MY FAVORITE I RELATE TO HER A LITTLE TOO MUCH OMG

“Lucifer,” Iris replied. “It seems everyone’s forgotten about him.” HER HER HER. SHE IS THE ONLY BAD BITCH HERE

“Why does everyone in your family think mine is made of monsters?” idk why, but this quote hasn't left my mind. It's just so heartbreaking, both because he loves his parents, and because it's partially true...

I love how Iris is so perceptive. Like she sees something in Kincaid few people see, she understands that Madeline is hurting her family, despite how good she may seem... AND SHE IS LONELY AND HAS A HARD TIME MAKING FRIENDS SO SHE'S JUST LIKE ME FR

“Men only wage war for two things,” Hermes smiled. “Love and greed. You know Lance better than I do. What do you think his cause would be?” LOVE LOVE LOVE OBVIOUSLY LOVE

“More like foresight,” Ragnor corrected. “I see in you, Iris, what I saw in Magnus all those years ago. I see potential. So, I hope, like Magnus himself, you will actually use it.” I sincerely think this is the highest form of compliment someone can say and I would die for it tbh

Other Max really has no sense of reason when it comes to David. He's ready to cause a disaster in space-time to be with David for an hour. Oh to be loved like that sigh😞

We'll explore Cami and Anjali as we move forward in the story. Desi moms and daughters are something else entirely I'll tell you that.

Girls who relate to Iris are superior. I said what I said.

Other Max is...WILD AF BRO. Like how is he not in prison or dead by this point I will never know.

#lbaf

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saffitaffi · 1 year ago

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Doing a bit of writing based on this image, hope you all like :)

Upon Seas so Serpentine

Perhaps, if one looked out on a particular night, on a fall evening, they could see a lone figure sitting silently on a cliff overlooking the sea. Maybe even the star filled skies would be misty and humid, covering the crashing waves like tears waiting to fall. As with every day, and every night, those waters would break upon the shore.

If only everything was so fleetingly eternal.

Luckily for the lone woman, it wasn’t long before someone came up and sat beside her on the clifftop.

“Hey.”

She only grunted a reply.

“You want some grub? There’s plenty left, especially with how… much you caught this afternoon. I could warm some up over the fire.”

She didn’t grace him with an answer, only burying her face in her hands.

He eyed her up and down. “Seems like you could gain to put yourself by the fire too. It ain't good to sit in wet clothes on a chill night like this.”

The woman finally looked up from her vigil, showing off her tired eyes framed by new lines of worry, unseen only a few days prior. Her hair, usually tied up in a high ponytail, was loose in salty clumps that covered her shoulders like black seaweed.

“Look, Lance, I… I… I just can’t. Not while I’m still here, and while I have so much to- I can’t.”

Lance gave her a withering look. “You can’t take care of yourself? Can’t be bothered to think of all the things me’n the others’ll have to take care of if you keep moping about like a sick puppy?”

She glared at him this time. “You act like you don’t even care! Excuse me if I’m not ready to pretend like nothing ever happened, because clearly, nothing of note happened to YOU!”

“Oh puh-lease.” He scoffed. “I care more than you know. That’s why I’m doing this. No one wants to see you so defeated. They’re tired, and upset, but you know what they’re doing? Livin’, and breathin’, and taking one step at a time towards the things that will literally fix all of why this even happened in the first place.”

All of her anger seemed to disappear in an instant. “You’re right. How selfish of me. I shouldn't mourn, not now.” She began to stand up, shaking sand from her boots with a set determination on her face. “There’s far too much to be done while I’ve been lazing about. I should focus on that from now on.” Her voice was flat and toneless.

He sighed, all of his irritation washed away as quickly as hers. “You know I didn’t… Leo, I just don’t want you to be this inconsolable. We can’t make any progress unless you’re focused on the task at hand. This is important. Like, saving the world important. Losing this opportunity will lose a whole lot more than what we lost the day before yesterday.”

She looked down at him with a stony expression, her head framed by the waxing moon.

“You’re right.”

And without another word, she walked off.

He quickly went after her.

Both of their hearts were elsewhere.

#art #oc #vxli #digital art #ocean view #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr

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marsipanic · 2 years ago

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Lance IraXOC Jealousy Fic Part 2/2

I just want them to make babies. I am probably going to do a spicy epilogue thing for this, to finish it off (lol), but in a separate post so minors and people who don’t want to see that kind of debauchery don’t have to. But otherwise:

CW: suggestive themes, cuss words.

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Gritting his teeth, Lance watched as every other man approached Wyn and struck up conversation with her. To dig the knife even deeper, it looked like she was actually trying to engage with them. She was smiling at them. Wynifred Brahm. His Wyn. Smiling for people. He had rather thought that that was a privilege reserved only for himself, as she never looked happy talking to anyone.

Lance let out a frustrated grunt. He was kicking himself for being so harsh with her, but he didn’t know how else to say that he was distraught by the idea of her performing for another man. Why did she need to perform anyway? Anyone who didn’t want her as she was, was a fool.

“Oy. I thought I told you to be a gentleman,” Hawke leaned against the wall next to Lance, drink in hand. “What was that rubbish? She looked near tears.”

“I lost my head for a moment,” Lance said, sheepishly, but he didn’t retort. Hawke snorted.

“If you’re so adverse to someone else being her focus, why aren’t you doing something about it?”

Before he could reply, Lance watched as Invidia politely cut his way through the crowd, and made a b-line for Wynifred. He felt his stomach drop. Was it Invidia she was trying to impress? He was a lot gentler, and better than Lance was with words. On more than one occasion, they had cracked jokes together about the insufferable formality of the S-ranks. He supposed she could have been putting on a front, but…

Lance held his breath as Invidia bowed before her and offered his hand for a dance. Wyn’s eyes widened in surprise, and then she froze, looking thoughtful at his invitation. For a moment, it looked as though she was going to refuse. Her eyes scanned the room, and when they found Lance, he abruptly turned away, in attempt to hide his unrest and discontent.

Beside him, Hawke sighed disappointedly.

“And around you two go,” he said.

The music swelled, and when Lance turned his head back to find Wyn in the crowd once more, she was already being whisked to the dance floor.

***

What was she doing?

Fenn had convinced her to play along with his little game, of trying to make Lance notice her through the attention of others. It was petty, childish, and she knew it.

But Wyn was hurt by his Lance’s rejection, and she had no other plan. She didn’t want to run back to her chambers, crying and Sherry and Violet had gone out of their way to help her pick out her dress, and she wasn’t going to let it go to waste. So, she could play pretend. For a little while, at least.

Boys were talking to her, without that wary look in their eyes they usually had. She tried to listen to what they were saying, laugh at the correct times, and offer responses that weren’t soaked in sarcasm, even though she felt ridiculous. When Invidia had offered his hand for a dance, she had froze. The S-ranks, aside from their lectures, hadn’t bothered with her much, not that she minded. Now, whispers gathered around her, and the pressure of the eyes on her felt immense.

Wyn looked for Lance, eyes pleading to please interrupt, to take her hand and drag her out of there, and stop the game. But when she found him, he frowned, and turned his head away quickly, as though he couldn’t stand the sight of her.

Now, angry, and with a tender heart, she heartily agreed to the dance.

“Just keep pushing, little by little, Opal,” Fenn had told her. “He’ll come to his senses, eventually.”

I don’t see that happening, she thought, but offered her warmest smile to the pink haired prince, who gingerly took her by the waist. They moved slow and fluid with the music, and Wyn followed his steps with ease.

“I must admit, you are a much better dancer than one would expect,” Roy said. Wyn snorted.

“It’s not very difficult,” she said. When there was no immediate response, she grimaced. “Sorry. That sounded very rude. I didn’t mean…”

She stopped when she saw that he was chuckling and smiling at her.

“Not at all,” he assured her. “I’m coming to learn a great number of things about you are only…unexpected. It’s refreshing. It must be why you and Master Ira pair so well.”

“Oh,” Wyn struggled to find the words. “We’re not…We never…”

“Oh?” Roy said. “It seems I have misread the nature of your relationship. Although, I can’t say I am disappointed.”

Wyn smiled but she felt her heart speed up. What was she doing? Was Invidia flirting with her? She was nervous, and completely out of her element.

The music flourished to an end, and she thanked the Creator, although too soon. Just as she was curtsying, and about to make an excuse to leave and be done with the whole night, Fenn came into view, a broad smile on his face.

“May I have the next dance, Opal?” He asked with a wink and draped himself over her shoulders. She looked at him, oddly, not knowing what he was up to exactly, when Roy took her hand, again.

“I’m afraid I was going to ask her to join me for a drink in the garden,” he said, smiling, but there was a chill around his words.

“I was going to ask if Wynifred wanted to nap with me,” Lynt had quietly, appeared from behind them, yawning.

“She came to dance, clearly, not be absconded,” now Qelsum was admonishing them. “And I will be taking next dance.”

“And monopolize her time? How like you, Qelsum,” Avari’s voice made Wyn’s head spin. Every S-rank was here, arguing for her attention and all she could think about was how badly playing Fenn’s game had backfired. As they argued amongst themselves, Fenn whispered in her ear.

“Look at how they fight for you. Are you certain you want Lance,” he tucked one of her loose strands behind her ear, tenderly, before continuing in a low voice. “Are you sure you don’t want one of us?”

Wyn wanted to slap him. How could she have been so foolish as to go along with one of Fenn’s games when it was clear he was only “helping” for his own amusement.

“Let Wynifred choose,” Roy said, still holding her hand. “And whoever she chooses, we must honor her decision.”

The tension heightened, Wyn’s head swiveled looking at the faces of all the S-ranks. Did it matter who she chose? None of them were Lance. But she had kept up the game and appearance thus far. She might as well keep on, playing like she did not care when her heart was sinking in her chest. And they were waiting expectantly.

“I choose…” she began.

“None of you poncy nonces.”

In a swift motion, Roy’s hold on her hand was broken, and Fenn was lifted off her to be replaced by a heavy, warm material. Wyn lifted her head at the sound of Lance’s voice and saw him glaring holes into the S-ranks. He covered her in his jacket, put his arm over her, and ripped her from the center.

She was being whisked away, roughly, as Fenn called after them.

“Do take more care of Opal, next time!”

***

“What do you think you’re doing?” Wyn asked, finally pulling herself from his grip once they were away, alone, in the halls. She was relieved that she was saved from the situation, and happy that he had finally acknowledged her, but he had been acting foul all night. And she wasn’t in a particular good mood, herself, after all of the posturing.

“I should be asking you more of the same,” Lance growled. “What were you doing?”

“I was socializing, you should try it sometime,” she retorted.

“You don’t even like these sorts of things,” he said, stepping closer to her. “Was this all to impress some S-rank? A bit pitiful, isn’t it?”

“I wasn’t doing this for any of the S-ranks, you arse,” she said, trying to mask the threat of tears ripping from her throat. “And you’ve properly ruined my night, so let me just go to my room.”

Lance stood in front of her and placed his hands on either shoulder, tilting his head to see better into her face.

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m not,” she said, turning her face every which way so he couldn’t see her tears.

“Yes, you are. Is this about what I said before, about the costume?” Lance felt the guilt in his gut, again. “I…am sorry for that. But I truly don’t see how it matters, so long as it caught the attention of whatever bloke—”

“Creators, Lance!” Wyn was crying in earnest now, and she pushed him off, rushing past him.

“What do you want me to say?” He called after her, defeated.

Wynifred whirled around and angrily began to rip off her jewelry, piece by piece, and throw them at Lance.

“I want you,” she said, through sobs. “I bought this stupid dress, and this jewelry and fussed about my hair because I wanted you to notice.”

When she was done with her jewelry, she tore the tie from her hair, and let it fall, messily, down her back. She then took off the jacket still cloaked around her shoulders and tossed it at his feet. They stared at each other in deafening silence, as Lance tried to grasp the situation.

“Why?” He finally asked. Wyn laughed, wryly.

“Because I love you,” she choked. “And I have for some time. And I thought this… “costume” was going to make you think of me as more than a friend. And I wanted to tell you, tonight. And I wanted to make you jealous. And I wanted to bring you back to my chambers and…” Wyn swallowed hard and grimaced. “I love you. But I see that you don’t care, and you don’t see me that way, and I am going back to my room to try and forget I made a fool of myself like this—”

She was interrupted as Lance moved like lightning, shifting her backwards into the wall. His hands were placed on either side of her head, and his face was inches from hers.

His expression was smoldering, and his pupils large, and they darted back and forth between her mouth and her eyes.

“What are you doing,” Wyn asked again, quietly.

“Telling my best friend I’m in love with her,” he said in a low voice. “And that I’m sorry I’ve been such an idiot.”

He pressed his lips to hers, smothering the sound of her gasp. Both of his hands made their way from her lower back, slowly traveling up, until one was in her hair, and the other cupping her neck, gently. The kiss was tender at first, and then hungry, as Wynn eagerly took his tongue in her mouth and began to suck.

It was then frenzied, all hands, and teeth, and tongue, and gentle gasps and soft moans against each other’s necks. Desire flooded their thoughts, and it wasn’t until they heard a cough from behind them that they pulled apart.

Hawke leaned against the wall, eyeing them both, partially with amusement, and partially exasperated.

“Hate to interrupt,” Hawke said. “I had heard shouting and came to see if everything was alright. Turns out it is very alright.”

“What do you want, or are you just being a nuisance,” Lance barked. Hawke raised an eyebrow.

“You two are in the middle of the halls,” he said. “And the ball is ending. I only thought to give you ample warning to move your…uh…discussion elsewhere.”

Lance, understanding, nodded, and turned to Wyn who was flushed pink and still trying to catch her breath.

“I did say I wanted to go back to my chambers,” she said. Lance’s eyes widened and he blushed.

“Sorry…I’ll walk you to your chambers,” he said, apologetically. Wyn cupped his cheek and looked into his eyes, earnestly.

“I want you to come with me,” she whispered.

This time, he turned his head away to hide the red in his cheeks.

“…let’s go, then.”

***

Lance had been inside Wyn’s chambers countless times. He’d come to wait for her on multiple occasions, or just to keep her company while she read one strange tomb or another. But this was different.

She looked nervous, as she sat on her canopy bed, and removed her heels. When she saw Lance watching her from the door and she blushed.

“Don’t be weird about it, just come in,” she said.

“You’re the one acting strange, now,” he teased. She looked adorable and much more like herself now. Lance sat next to her, and tucked her hair behind her ear, as Fenn had done earlier in the night. His expression darkened.

“What’s the matter now,” Wyn said, and fell back on her bed. Her hair splayed out, and though her voice was teasing, her eyes were gentle as they searched Lance’s face.

“I think about their hands on you, touching you,” he said. “When I saw all of them fawning over you, I went a bit mad, I suppose.”

“Lance—” Wyn started, but he shook his head.

“Don’t. It was my fault for being a nonce. You deserved better. But just the thought of you being with another man—”

“Don’t,” Wyn said, and yanked him by his collar backwards, so they met face to face on the mattress.

“We made quite a mess of it, didn’t we?” Lance said, and they both fell into a fit of laughter.

“So does this mean you like the dress, after all?” Wyn asked.

Lance rolled over, on top of her, and pressed his forehead to hers.

“Thought my heart had stopped when I’d seen you,” he murmured.

Wyn couldn’t repress her smile and seeing this, Lance pinned her wrists above her head. He pressed open mouth kisses to her neck, and she gasped sharply, writhing underneath him.

“Playing a bit dirty,” she breathed. He licked another slow stripe on her neck and spoke in a husky voice in her ear.

“I thought the point of the dress was for me to eventually take it off.”

#court of darkness #Lance Ira #Lance Sata #CoD Lance #My Oc

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alealueur · 2 years ago

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@noble-bloom * ✲ 『 cont. from here┊☓』

So this was where his sword went. He had almost spiraled into panic upon realizing the Libération was not where he normally kept it. As the blade itself was more than just a typical sword and held sentimental value, it only made sense to keep it close by in his quarters. Then again, he should have expected something like this to happen—for someone to walk in and maybe take things while he was asleep.

Thankfully, it was a trusted ally and companion who had borrowed it, and Alear had found the blond-haired prince working to sharpen the sword and return it to fighting condition.

❝ No, you don't need to apologize, ❞ he replied upon hearing the other's apology, averting his gaze away from the hurt look of his friend. He hoped to reassure his friend before he got too caught up in his emotions, but none of this emotional reassurance was easy. The line between friendship and worship seemed to be so blurry; how could he tell if anyone was doing this out of a genuine want to do this rather than a need to stay on his good side?

Truly, he was grateful for Alfred being so willing to be of help to him, but the sheer amount of things he and everyone else around him did to make things easier for him only served to increase the guilt he felt internally. He didn't deserve all these gestures—they were putting him on a pedestal he didn't feel fit for (it didn't feel right). Besides, they should all be focusing on their own needs before his.

Shaking his head, Alear sighed and furrowed his brows, ❝ I would rather you take care of your things before tending to mine if you really insist on doing something for me, Alfred. Please, just treat me like you would any other friend or ally of yours. ❞

But then he followed the prince's gesture toward a pair of weapons set off to the side: a lance and an axe just recently sharpened, presumably belonging to the prince himself and his retainer respectively. So maybe Alfred had tended to his sword last. His assumption was... wrong to say the least.

When Alfred held out the Libération to him, he took it back into his hands, comforted by the presence of the sword back where it should be. Setting the sheathed blade at his hip where it belonged, Alear felt his nerves settle and withdraw. As content as he was now with his treasured sword back with him, he didn't want to leave Alfred in such a state when he was only trying his best to do something nice for him. He should do something about this.

In an attempt to shift the mood, Alear changed the topic, ❝ You didn't do anything wrong. I should be apologizing for always turning you away. ❞ What was something that would lift Alfred's spirits? For a moment, he rose a hand towards his chin to think. Well, he always seemed to be out and about being active—why not make use of that? Lowering his hand, he made his offer, ❝ how about we go on a walk around the Somniel after you're done? ❞

#.* ✲ ─ in character 』#noble bloom #;; errr I hope I have his muse down alright?#;; I always get a bit nervous when starting with new canon muses #;; no need to match word count/length at all #;; i'll definitely be shortening the length of future replies

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annimator-ocblog · 2 months ago

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OC Story: Bittersweet

(C’s out of commission for the next week and Jadeyn’s doing fineeeeeee)

(TW: Mentions of Death)

Jadeyn hasn’t left their room for the past 3 days ever since returning from the Caverns.

They’ve barely slept or eaten anything, they haven’t talked to anyone, and they’ve just been listening to the same songs over an over again on their walkman for the past 12 hours.

Even with everyone trying to get in touch with them

———

Zac > Jadeyn! u doing ok?

Kumiho > can you at least reply??? u haven’t left your room since we got back :(

Macy > Bro you gotta come out of your room. you can’t just stay in there like a hikikomori over what happened with C

Marcus > YO YOU PLAYED OMORI TOO?

Liam > MARCUS

Marcus > sorry

Marcus > but srsly tho Jadeyn u gotta leave ur room sooner or later

Liam > yeah it’s been 3 days. you gotta at least signal that you’re ok

Iris > At least get out to get some food!

Lance > cmon Jadeyn! reply!

Aaron > we’re all worried for you!

———

It’s nice that they were all concerned for them, but they still didn’t feel like leaving their room.

They honestly didn’t know what else they should do besides-

*KNOCK!*

There’s someone knocking on their door. It’s probably just Zac, Lance, or Aaron trying to get them to leave their room.

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

“I don’t know who the fuck is knocking on my door, but I’m still not leaving my room! I’m doing fine!” Jadeyn’s starting to get irritated over whoever’s knocking on their door.

Their irritation gets to a breaking point once whoever’s outside their room goes from politely knocking their door to outright banging on it.

Jadeyn quickly strides to their door to open it to greet whoever’s on the other side, “WHAT THE FUCK IS YOU PROBLEM-.“

They immediately stop whatever they were going to say as they’re met face-to-face with someone they weren’t expecting to see, “Oh, uh, hey Parker…sorry about that. I just thought you were someone else.”

Parker chuckled, “It’s alright. I get why you might be going through some stuff because of what happened with C. You got a minute?”

“Um. Yeah, I guess so.”

Jadeyn lets Parker into their room, it’s been in better shape, but they neglected to clean it for a while.

Both of them sit on Jadeyn’s bed to have a conversation. “So, did C tell you about the origin of their goggles?”

They sighed, “Yeah. It’s a gift from his dad. They also told me that both of their parents died alongside their old village.”

Parker’s face saddened over hearing that, exhaling before they replied, “Yeah, it was a rough for them to accept that happening. I lost my mom during that incident too and I really miss her a lot.”

“So you’re basically telling me this because….”

“Well, I realized we never really had a one-on-one conversation. Especially considering that we both have ties to the same person in a way. But I’m glad that C has someone like you. They wouldn’t stop talking about you when we met again months ago, and he had a big smile on his face during it.”

A smile crept onto Jadeyn’s face, “That’s sounds like them, and I could honestly say the same for you. He did say that you’re the inspiration for his hairstyle after all.”

Parker smiled and sat up, “Welp, I gotta go. I have a pheonix hybrid to discipline.”

“Already? You’ve only been here for like 10 minutes.”

Parker sighed, “Yeah, I know.” They pulled out a small rectangular box as they said that, “But I almost forgot to give you this.”

Jadeyn was confused over the package that was know in their hands, “What’s in here?”

“C commissioned me to craft something for you. I finished it a week ago, but they wanted me to keep it as a secret from you. He was probably saving it as holiday gift, but considering the circumstances, I feel like giving it to you now to boost your spirits over everything.”

Before continuing their monologue, Parker slowly walked to the room’s door to leave, “They told me that ya gifted them the jacket they love wearing 24/7, so this is basically him giftin’ you something relating to him for you to have in turn! Cya!”

As Parker exited the room, Jadeyn started at the box for a good minute before finally opening it.

Inside the box were a pair of goggles similar to C’s. But instead of the goggles being grey with light cyan lenses, it was coloured to the same pinks and blue from their hoodie, with white straps & lenses.

The goggles looked absolutely beautiful, Jadeyn barely noticed himself crying over tears of joy over them, quickly wiping them to place the goggles onto the brim of their cap.

As they put the cap back on, they seem less lonely with a part of their boyfriend with them.

And they’ve got to do something to thank them for this.

So with newfound motivation, they finally decide to leave their room.

#oc story #convalescence arc

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smol-grey-tea · 8 months ago

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Secret Ending Three - Chapter Four: Options

Been ages since I've done any writing. Finally sat down to get some done.

I did some research into Korean culture for this chapter. The stuff that Lance says about school looks to be true, from what the internet has told me.

It's funny. My teddy bear's hand in mine, I'm sitting here at Banjul. A cafe. Places famous for the clutter and mess of food. Facing me is my silver haired doll, looking down at the papers he's placed on the table. The surface is clear of crumbs and completely spotless, now covered in notebooks and forms, all ordered neatly beside each other. It's all colour coded and even the pens sit next to each other in their black-blue-red order.

"Now, I've written up, in detail, what each option for us entails. Facts are written in black, opinions are written in blue. Pros on the left, cons on the right. In this folder is all the information you need about the academy, while this folder has information about jobs or other opportunities. Here is a pad for your own notes. Any questions..? Yes, Red?" "When can I go to the bathroom?" "You should have gone during lunch." "But I didn't need to go then!" "Fine," Lance relented with a tired sigh. I think if this were my first impression of school, I'd rather just stay home.

"It looks like a lot..." he says beside me, fidgeting with his sleeves as he takes all the paperwork in front of him in. "I'll definitely be in the same class as you guys though, right?" "Oh, of course, I'll make sure of it," I reply. "In my class, there'll be you, Lance, Yeonho, Soi and Shinbi. I'm the health commissioner, meaning that Mr Yujin gets to boss me around; Soi's the class president, so she kind of represents the class and is in charge when there's no teacher, and Shinbi's the vice president... You remember Soi and Shinbi, right?" "How could I forget that noisy blonde girl who wants to be a model?" "Oh, Soi's not the model, Shinbi is. She's on loads of magazines, but her dream job is to be a full time model for this one company... Hmm, I can't remember the name of it right now, but I know it's a big one." "Yeah... I can't blame you for not knowing, it sounds really boring. Standing around, posing in different outfits. I've done enough of that." "Well, maybe it's boring to you," I considered, sipping the last of my tea. "I just know she really enjoys it... Oh, and I also really like the clothing."

"Well, alright then... But do I have to become a class commissioner or a health president too? It sounds demanding" "You don't have to have any particular role in the school, no," Lance explained, for once refusing the chance to correct someone's poor wording. "But you can if you want to. Unfortunately, those specific roles are already taken, but you can take up similar roles in clubs."

Lance flipped through the academy folder and found the section he wrote on clubs. I don't think there'll be a day that the beautiful and professional way he organises everything doesn't amaze me. There lies, first of all, a contents page, listing all the different clubs in the school. The next few pages go into more detail about what each club is about, who founded them, and other things like where it's held and when.

"I, personally, am a member of the student government. This means that I handle matters relating to the school and making sure that everything runs smoothly, like ensuring that other clubs are being appropriate and not breaking any rules in their activities." "... By cross dressing?"

I watch Lance's pale face cloud pink and smile to myself, watching his eyes find anything to focus on other than us... Heheh... I had no idea something like that might come out of my bear's mouth.

"... What?" Red, who'd returned from the bathroom, asked. "Cross dressing? What do you mean?" "Um..." I struggled to find words without almost bursting out laughing. But Lance cleared his throat, reorganising the papers. "That is none of your concern... Let us change the subject if we're done with this topic." "But-"

"School doesn't just consist of club activities and friends though. You will attend classes every day, including maths, science, Korean, moral education, social studies, practical arts, physical education, music, fine arts, and foreign languages." "Right..." says my bear, head in his hands. "Classes are fifty minutes long with a ten minute break in between and seven classes a day, beginning at eight forty in the morning, ending usually at about four thirty in the afternoon." "Uh huh..." "You will be provided with notebooks for each class and will be expected to make sufficient notes during so that you will be able to pass all the exa-."

"When can I go to the bathroom?" "... Well, the teacher will usually let you go to the bathroom if you ask-" "It's over that way, isn't it?" "Oh... You meant right now."

He stood up and walked in the direction he saw Red walking in earlier, before finally finding his way and disappearing from sight. Lance watched him silently, probably wanting to object, but instead turned his attention back to his notes with a sigh.

"Where do you think the nearest stationery shop might be? We could take him there afterwards and see if he'd like a particular set." "Oh, that's a good idea. I'm not too familiar with this area though. Maybe I'll look it up."

I opened my smartphone and flicked past the background of the seven of us to find a search engine. The clever map on my phone highlights a bunch of different shops, one that's about a ten minute walk away. I never knew before that the internet would let me see a street view of the place from my phone, as if I were there myself. There are a couple of people around and even a dog. On the left is a cute looking candy store, and on the right...

...an estate agent...

... Right. Some of the dolls might have to move. We'll probably have to use one of these.

I wonder... It wouldn't hurt to take a look, right?

The website lists properties that are near and far, small and big, cheap and expensive. It looks like there are a few properties with two bedrooms not that far from our house actually. Might some of us have to move into a place like this?

Just out of curiosity though... Just because they're pretty to look at, some of these four bedroom houses look nice. This one has two bathrooms and even has a pretty cherry tree in the back garden.

"Did you find one?" Lance's cold voice snaps me out of my trance. "Huh..? Uh, yeah. This one looks good." "..." "..." "... That's a house." "... Huh." "No stationery shops around?" "... Oh! Yeah, uh... I found one near here, yeah." "Okay, then let's go there after. But..." "Hm?"

"I'm worried." "Why?" "Hasn't he been in the bathroom for a while now?" "Oh... Come to think of it, yeah." I must have spent longer than I thought on that letting website. "Do you think he's alright?" "I don't know... Would you go and check on him?" "Yeah, I should. I'll be right back."

Through a small hallway decorated with elegant instruments and antique cutlery was just one bathroom. The red colouring above the door handle showed it was definitely occupied, and it's thankfully quiet today, so there's no queue.

I hesitantly knock. "Hey, it's me. You've been a while, are you okay?" There's a shuffle before the door becomes unlocked... Does this mean I should come in?

I'm met with the view of my bear sitting in the corner of the room, huddled into a small ball... It looks quite sad.

"I want to go home," he mumbled, barely audible. "Oh my god... Are you okay? Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?" I close the door behind me and he simply shakes his head as I cradle him in my arms.

"This isn't gonna work, I'm not good at anything. How am I supposed to go to school? I've only ever watched you at school, I've never actually been there myself. And even if it wasn't so hard, it's always so crowded. If you struggle with school and you've been doing it for years, how awful am I gonna be at it? That silver head thinks it's so easy. At least those dolls were made with the idea of going about society. I was just made to be cuddly and stay home. How am I gonna do this..."

"What? No way! I'm so sorry we made you feel that way, but I promise it's not that bad. And besides, you don't have to get straight As if it's too difficult. We can just take it slowly." "You really think so? You don't remember how that guy used to lecture you every single day and study with you for hours? How many questions you got wrong? You don't remember what he said about Yeonho being bad at maths?" "I..." "Even if it doesn't matter what the teachers think, he'll still be there when I go home. At least in the near future. I can't do it at school or at home and I'll just be bringing everyone else down with them trying to support me. It's not gonna work. Should we just give up?"

"Hey... I know how you feel. School is difficult for me too. But you can't give up when you haven't even started yet. And you don't have to be good at everything. We don't have to worry about exams anyway when we have more important stuff to worry about right now." "But Lance..." "Just... Listen. He's not gonna hurt you. He can be harsh sometimes and definitely a bit intimidating, especially when it comes to school, but he just really likes to stick to the rules. He'll understand if you're not breaking the rules just because you can. You're struggling. It's... Hmm."

Maybe I should have noticed sooner the way that he was getting so overwhelmed by what Lance was saying. And all the papers as well. Even how clean the table was. Lance sure can be a bit overbearing at times... But he doesn't mean it.

"I think it's something that we should just talk to Lance about. He's definitely the expert, right? He's even a discipline guide, so it's his job to help." "Really..?" "Yeah. Even if he can't help, it's best to be straight forward about it anyway. This is your future we're discussing here. We shouldn't just get all the facts straight about the academy, we should get the facts straight about you and how you feel too. Come on. Let's go and speak to Lance now, yeah?" "I..." I looked into his face and held my hand out to him. "Okay. Let's go." His hand is soft and warm in mine.

We didn't have to walk too far to find him though. As soon as we opened the bathroom door, there he stood in the hallway. I'd chastise him for eavesdropping, but I think this is an exception.

"Um..." He clears his throat again, hands visibly fidgeting behind his back. "So... I didn't... Well... I understand if you no longer wish to go to the academy. It's not something that's easy." I stroked the hand in mine with my thumb supportively. "Uh... It might be okay if I try going to the academy... It's just... What if I fail..."

"That's okay. I understand that I might have overwhelmed you with information and may have emphasised the negative aspects too much. I know that I've been quite insensitive towards other people in the past, but I'm working on changing that now." Lance bows his head sincerely towards us both. The ice is melting in his heart...

"I will do everything in my power to help you acclimate to the academy and will ensure that you always stay on top of classes and have enough time off if it becomes too overwhelming. I will personally give you a tour of the school on the first day and give you the highest of quality study sessions, according to your own schedule and preferences."

He straightens himself up and smooths down his clothes and my attention is once again drawn to his tidiness. His clothes had been recently ironed and even his fingernails were trimmed neatly in the same shape and size as each other.

"But I'm not saying this just to impress the owner. We are in competition, after all." I keep almost forgetting... "So I've had to start considering what my life might entail if I am not the one to win. I would like to pursue the position of student government president.

"A big aspect of being the student government president is impartiality and strict adherence to the rules. But I have learned, through Eri's help, the importance of emotions and patience. I know now that another big aspect of being the student government president is trying to understand other people's perspectives and why they might not be following the rules or meeting the highest standards."

Lance looks into his eyes, determined. I don't know how my bear's feeling, but I feel really happy that Lance is saying something so kind and thoughtful. I remember how his nickname, Ice Prince, didn't just come from his looks, but from his past attitude towards people. I'd almost forgotten that Lance hasn't always been so thoughtful. He was getting ahead of himself earlier, talking about the academy without thinking, but it was him who said he was worried. Worried about someone else...

"If you ever find yourself in a problem relating to the academy, you can always come to me. I do not mind and I can always make time to help people in need. That is my vow," he said with a final bow. "I...greatly appreciate it," my bear said, bowing back in reply.

I can't help but smile at this scene. We return to our seats and the rest of the day at Banjul goes much more smoothly. All in all, a good day. I hope I never forget these happy memories together.

#my post #cheritz #nameless the one thing you must recall #writeblr #my writing #I didn't know how to end it so I just ended it on that.

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The Dead Man

Wanna Read More or start from the beginning: Hallows Academy Masterlist @karaboutmyart @jj-pines @lerenee

“Attention: All students are invited to the first séance in the dormitory today, Friday, September 8th, at 16:00. It will be taking place in the storage room off the common area on the third floor (Hall Romanov). Again, all students are invited to join. There will be pizza afterward.”

-Euphrasie Head of Student Residency

Amora and Loki walked up the stairs of the dorms, the American girl’s heeled flats clicking against the steps as she walked up to the third floor.

“Do you think it will be a success?” Loki asked looking over her shoulder.

“Hard to say, it depends on what you believe in,” Amora answered, following behind her, “I like to believe that ghosts are real so something like the séance could work. Do you believe in ghosts, Loki?”

“I do,” Loki replied softly, “Do you?”

“I feel like I have to,” Amora began as they reached the 3rd floor, “I mean with all the fae and creatures that wonder about in our everyday life, I feel like it would only make sense for ghosts to exist.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I mean if something that is so inherently magical and whimsical exists, couldn’t be possible that something that is so inherently supernatural and paranormal exists as well? It would be odd to have one without the other if the two are synonymous of each other,” Amora explained.

“You can Luther would be fit to have conversations for hours with the way you are thinking,” Loki commented as they reached the setting area on the third floor.

“What about me?” Luther perked up, from one of the couches after Loki said his name.

He sat on one of the beige couches watching Lance and Odysseus play a round of Mario Cart on the TV in the living space. The larger brother looked over the couch to look at his sister over the bridge of his glasses, “What have I done now?”

“I wasn’t saying anything bad,” Loki scoffed, “We were just talking about whether ghosts existed or not and Amora was getting very philosophical.”

“Will I mean the existence of ghosts is based on personal opinion, but it wouldn’t be impossible for ghosts to exist given that they are very magical—”

“Brother Bear, as much as I love you, I don’t wanna have this conversation with you, it will make my brain hurt,” Loki remarked, leaning against the couch.

“Who’s winning,” Amora asked softly, as she rounded to be closer to Odysseus and Lance as they sat in the middle of the 3 large couches that were all in a U-shape, facing the flat-screen TV.

“Odis,” Lance muttered.

“Technically it’s someone named Maverick, from Marquis Island,” Odysseus replied, “but right here in this room, it’s me!”

“Odysseus, does everyone call you Odis?” Amora asked.

“No, Only the Holloway siblings call me Odis.” He answered, “I don’t even know why they do.”

“Odysseus Odis,” Luther commented, moving his hands as if to put the two names into columns. “Sound similar.”

“SWEET WE’RE PLAYING MARIO CART!” A boyish voice exclaimed before an olive-skinned blonde male vaulted over one of the couches and landed beside Odysseus giving him a little nudge, “You should have told me, dude, so I could take you down a peg!”

“Solomon you were studying,” Odysseus chuckled.

“Honestly, Mario Cart is more important than studying for my Forensic Science class,” Solomon scoffed before looking order at Amora, “Hi, I’m Solomon.”

“Amora,” she replied, sitting down on one of the couches while Loki sat on the arm next to her. She remembers Loki vaguely talking about Solomon. Her British roommate said he was friendly, but he can be a bit of a jerk when his best friend is around.

Euphrasie soon arrived with pizzas and all the items she would need for a séance, after Calliope joined the group around the TV, sitting quietly and keeping to herself. Euphrasie waited a few moments for a few more students to arrive like Iphigenie, before beginning.

“Thank you for coming, for the first-ever séance at Hallows Academy,” Euphrasie began, “we are going to take this box of séance items to the storage room then we are going to try and talk with ghost.”

“Euphrasie, I love you, but I only came to get some pizza before I went to work,” Iphigenie remarked, stealing a slice of pizza from one of the boxes.

“That’s fine don’t work too hard,” Euphrasie replied, before grabbing her box and heading to the storage room with her peers following her.

“Isn’t it a little late for that?” Luther asked as she walked by.

“One of the closers got sick during their shift and I was asked to help close,” Iphigenie answered.

“Want me to come so you don’t have to do all the walking alone?” Luther inquired, as Cassiopeia made it to the 3rd floor while a chocolatey red-haired dude had his arm around her shoulder.

“No, it’s alright,” she replied, “Thanks for the offer though.”

The British boy nodded, as she turned to walk away, “Text or call me if you need any rescuing,” he added.

“Thanks, Luther,” Iphigenie replied before letting out a little “Excuse me.” While passing Cassiopeia and the boy she was on the arm of.

“Get rejected, Luther?” The boy laughed.

“Roux,” Luther sighed, clenching his fist while having to urge to punch Roux in his pretty football player's face, “Screw off,” he muttered before being the bigger man and walking away.

“Hey, Roux!” Solomon interjected, “You going to join us in the séance?”

“That sounds stupid,” Roux scoffed.

“I thought it sounded like fun,” Solomon muttered a frown forming on his face.

“Dude, I don’t care what you do, but it sounds so stupid, especially since ghosts aren’t really,” Roux retorted.

“Stick around and maybe you will change your mind!” Euphrasie exclaimed, poking her head out of the storage room as Luther entered.

Roux looked to Cassiopeia who had only stood beside him in silence while her boyfriend had his little exchanges, “What do you wanna do?”

Cassiopeia shrugged, “What would it hurt, ghosts aren’t real, right.”

“You guys coming or not!” Euphrasie shouted.

“Yes, Euphrasie, Jesus!” Roux huffed, entering the storage room with Cassiopeia.

“Who is that again?” Amora asked Loki quietly, while Euphrasie began setting up the séance.

“Roux,” the British teen muttered in a disgusted tone, “If you do anything I advise, let it be staying away from him.”

“He can be nice,” Calliope whispered, from her place beside Amora, “sometimes.”

“Calliope, he’s only nice to you because you are Cassiopeia's sister,” Loki mumbled.

Amora looked over at Cassiopeia, ever since their first meeting anytime Amora as seen the girl always in red, the cheerleader has held a resting bitch face, but now, when she is cuddled up to Roux, she looks so small against his large frame and so miserable. Yet, every time Roux’s at her, he looks at her with a loving gaze, and she only smiles one of those smiles that is clearly fake, although Roux seems to not notice.

“She’s unhappy,” Amora commented to herself, out loud.

“What?” Loki asked as Euphrasie finished setting up the séance, with the Ouija board in the middle of the group of students, surrounded by candles.

“It’s nothing,” Amora replied.

Euphrasie cleared her throat before beginning to speak, “Oh spirits of Hallows Academy, we all come to speak to you today within this storage room. If you wish to speak with us, give us a sign.”

There is a large moment of silence, teenagers all looking at each other, as if nothing happened, “You could like… knock something down… maybe blow out one of the candles,” Euphrasie muttered.

After Euphrasie spoke something fell in the corner of the storage room making almost everyone jump, then look at all the séance items in the middle of the circle they formed.

“C-could you blow out the tallest candle?” The dorm resident asked.

The tallest candle’s flame is then extinguished, making the students gasp. The sounds of whispers filled the room, voices layered over each other talking all at once in shushed tones around the teenagers, yet it seemed like Amora was the only one who could hear all the noise.

The overlaying vibrations made her head hurt, “Amora?” Calliope asked, seeing the American girl's discomfort as everyone else was focused on the ghostly happenings in the center of the circle.

Loki looked over at her roommate seeing her with her head in her hands and her eyes shut tight, “Lovely?”

The overlapping voices continued to get louder as Amora’s head continued to throb in pain. She then looked up for whatever reason seeing the blurry silhouette of some individual standing in front of her.

The silhouette then approached Amora, standing right in front of her, along with the overlapping voice which continued to get louder and louder accompanied by a buzzing sound.

“Do you all not hear the buzzing?” Amora mumbled, unable to properly focus on anything.

“Amora? What’s wrong?” Loki asked concerned.

She can’t hear Loki, however, as the voice around her and the buzzing is so loud Amora felt as if her whole body was vibrating. With squinted eyes Amora watched the blurry silhouette reach out to her with one of their fingers, pressing the tip of their extremity into the center of her forehead.

The American teenager is then on the floor, unconscious.

“Amora!” Calliope gasped, while Loki immediately fell to her knees, to help her roommate.

Everyone’s attention is on Amora and by proxy Loki, “What happened?” Euphrasie gasped.

“I-I don’t know,” Loki stammered out, pulling Amora into her arms, “She just collapsed!”

“It’s the ghost!” a random student shrieked.

“Dude, shut the hell up,” Solomon scoffed, “Is she alright?”

Luther made his way over to his sister, taking Amora from Loki’s arms and picking her up and off the floor.

“Do you know if she ate anything today?” Odysseus asked.

“Maybe she’s dehydrated,” Lance added.

“I’ll call the Nurse’s office and tell them you’re coming,” Euphrasie remarked pulling out their phone.

Loki and Luther left the storage room, heading to the Nurse’s Office in the main building, where Amora stayed well into the night. While in between the land of being awake and in slumber, it feels like she is being watched. Once she was out of the land of sleep, she opened her eyes, face with a man.

With dark burgundy-brown hair, dusty pink skin, and heterochromatic eyes staring down at the blonde girl, left eye purple right eye pink. He had a tea-green glow to his whole body as he floated above her as she lay in bed.

Amora looked at him with wide eyes before he gasped, “You can see me!” The man remarked.

Her eyes got even wider, as the floating man above her put his hand up, “Please don’t start screaming!”

She obviously started screaming, which woke up Loki who was sleeping in a chair, “Amora! What’s the matter!” Loki exclaimed, coming to her side.

“DO YOU NOT SEE THE MAN FLOATING IN THE AIR!”

Loki paused and blinked, looking in the direction that Amora was pointing in as she screamed, “Lovely, it’s a dream, breathe.”

Amora stopped screaming, huffing out breaths and staring down the name as she snickered in the corner, “Go back to sleep, yeah, you’ll be better in the morning,” Loki remarked, affectionately rubbing up and down the blonde’s arms.

All she did was nod, sinking back into the bed she was in, as Loki took her place in the chair next to her, she could feel eyes on her. Not Loki’s, no she’s kind enough not to intentionally stare. No, it’s the eyes of that man, covered in a green mist, staring at her from the corner of the room.

And he continues to linger the next day, from the moment Amora woke, to being let out of the nurse’s office, to getting back to the dorm, he’s there with his 5’10 stature to the way he floats behind Amora at a good distance. He is just there, and the fact that it seems that she is the only one who can see him, Amora can only believe she is going insane, and she’s only been at Hallows Academy for a week.

“Gah,” Loki sighed, looking at her phone, “Lance wants me to come to his dorm.”

“Go, I’ll be fine,” Amora muttered while sitting in her bed.

Loki stood up from her bed, fidgeting a bit, “If you need anything text me okay.”

Amora nodded, before watching her leave their room hesitantly. Once alone, Amora pulled out her laptop and typed into the search bar: seeing people that other people can’t see.

Multiple articles, and definitions of hallucinations along with what could cause them waterfalled on her internet browser, “Chickadee, this isn’t a hallucination,” the man stated, “Put in Cobalt Thornton.”

“How do you spell all that?” She asked, before shaking her head.

“C-O-B-A-L-T T-H-O-R-N-T-O-N.”

When typing the name into the search bar, the top result was an obituary and an article from 15 years ago.

Tragedy Has Befallen Solostica: Hallows Teacher Found Dead

Solostica News Channel One Editor: Suzette Levi Writer: Nicolette Heri-Louis

Found deceased in his small home, on March 23rd, in the early morning, Cobalt Thornton, a Pre-Calculus teacher at Hallows Academy and a Solostian born and raised. Known as Mr. Thornton by all his students and Mister Blue by close friends and family. Respected for his passion for the field of mathematics, and tolerated for his stubbornness, it is shocking to find out that a well-respected man, who seemingly has no enemies, had been murdered.

Thornton’s death is undetermined as of this report. This case is a top priority according to law enforcement, Although Thornton’s wife, Primrose, stated at the funeral:

“The only thing that the sergeants have told me was that he couldn’t be cremated. Cobalt wanted to be cremated, that was his only wish! They won’t update me on his case, I don’t know how he died, but it must be made sure that he can’t be cremated, they're a joke!”

Cobalt Thornton is survived by his wife Primrose Mero-Thornton and his daughter, He was buried in Solostica Grand Church, yesterday, March 26th.

If you have any information about the death of Cobalt Thornton, contact Solostica Detective Matias Prescott at 020 9734 2648 or ask for him at the Solostica Supervise Office.

Below the article is a picture, of the same man that was now haunting her, yet less green, “So what? You’re a ghost?” Amora scoffed, looking over her shoulder at the ghostly man floating next to her.

“You honestly believe I am a figment?!”

“I am center I don’t believe you are actually a ghost, that you are actually haunting me!” Amora fought back.

Cobalt sighed, moving to the door, “There are plenty of old yearbooks around this campus, so why not go find one from before I died,” Cobalt suggested motioning to the door.

Amora sighed, staring at the article open on her laptop screen and then at the back at the ghostly man at her door, “Your little friend in orange might be able to help you,” Cobalt commented.

The American girl sighed, getting out her bed and heading out to find Euphrasie. Remembering that their room was on the 3rd floor, she made her way to Hall Romanov, knocking lightly on Euphrasie’s door where she could hear whispering before the door opened.

“Oh hey, Amora, how are you feeling?” Eurphrasie asked.

“I’m okay… I guess,” Amora replied, “I actually wanted to know if there were any old yearbooks I could look at.”

“How old we talking?”

“15 years or older,” Amora answered.

“Uh… Oh yeah! There are a few in the entertainment center from around that time… I think,” Euphrasie replied, “Come on I’ll help you look.”

“Thanks.”

The two seniors walked to the setting area in the 3rd hall, devoid of people now in time in the day.

“Why do you want to look at old yearbooks?” Euphrasie asked, opening the entertainment system shelving units.

“Something for my history class,” Amora answered, as the dorm resident pulled out a few yearbooks.

“Nice save, chickadee,” Cobalt noted, from his ethereal place around her.

“Thanks,” Amora muttered after Euphrasie handed her the small stack of yearbooks.

“If you need to borrow some just send me pics of the news you take so I know where they’re at,” Euphrasie stated.

“Got it.”

“Have fun,” Euphrasie chirped before heading back to her dorm room.

The chipper student had handed Amora some older yearbooks, that didn’t have Cobalt in them, as the pages were in black and white and from over 50 years ago. The last one she looked at was one from exactly 15 years ago, and thankfully in color flipping to the staff page and looking in the T’s their Cobalt sits, looking like the ghostly man that is sitting next to her, albeit less green. Even after finding him in the staff pages, Amora continues to flip through the yearbook, discovering a memorial page in the back of the yearbook dedicated to Cobalt.

“You’re actually dead,” Amora gasped.

Cobalt chuckled, with his legs crossed as he sat on the sofa across from her, his head tilted as his cheek rested against his fist, “I have no reason to lie about my mortality.”

Amora huffed, taking the yearbook she had in her lap with her back to her dorm room after putting the others away. She spent the next few hours at her desk, searching the web for answers about ghostly hauntings while making small talk with Cobalt.

“Okay! It says here that ghosts haunt those on the moral plain to so to curve boredom, and they are still on the moral plain because something is preventing them from ascending to the afterlife,” Amora explained.

“Ah, I have unfinished business,” Cobalt remarked, “…Yet I don’t remember what I would have left unfinished besides my entire life!”

“Mhm… do you remember how you died?” Amora inquired.

Cobalt thought for a moment standing in the middle of Amora’s dorm room, “I… don’t remember…”

“Someone says that if you help a ghost figure out how they died or tell them how they died this may help them ascend,” Amora read aloud.

“That sounds like a plan to get me out of your hair and free of this school, but how do we do that?” Cobalt pondered.

“Solomon,” Amora mumbled.

“Solomon?”

“He’s a classmate, he said yesterday he was studying Forensic Science.”

Amora got up from her desk and headed out of her dorm room if she could correctly remember Odysseus and Solomon were roommates, if she just went back upstairs hopefully, he would be there.

“Hi! Anore!”

Maybe she didn’t have to go back upstairs, as when she got to the stairwell, she heard Solomon’s voice yell something that sounded like her name behind her. When she turned around Solomon began to approach her, dressed in a nice dark suit.

“My name is Amora, but hi,” she said.”

“Ha… My bad, I know it was something like that, but I wanted to know if you were okay, ya’ know after yesterday.”

She looked at him confused which made him frown, from what Loki said and the fact that she didn’t know him why is so concerned? “Hey, don’t look at me like that!” He whined, “You went down yesterday like out of nowhere!”

“We barely know each other.”

“I can still be concerned! That’s a normal human emotion!” Solomon retorted.

“Well thank you, but I’m fine,” Amora articulated.

“Sweet!”

Solomon was about to ascend the stairs before Amora stopped, “I need to ask you something.”

“Okay, shoot!”

“How could I find out someone died?” She asked.

“Well, if it's someone recent the funeral home would have the records, my uncle owns the funeral on the island, I can look up whoever you need next time he needs my help,” Solomon answered.

“What if it’s someone older?”

“Mhm… the coroner's office might… can I ask why?” Solomon expressed.

Amora thought for a second, “It’s for one of my classes, I need to do a report on someone who died on the island, and the person I can’t find a cause of death online. I was wondering if I could find it from somewhere in town.”

“If it's someone from a long time ago, it should be recorded at the coroner’s office because that guy doesn’t get rid of anything, but he’s on vacation until next month… sorry, you may just have to say the death was undeterred in your paper.”

“Damn, okay thanks anyway Solomon,” Amora sighed.

“Glad I could help.”

Amora mopped back to her dorm, defeated, flopping onto her bed, unaware that Loki was in her own bed, “Overexert yourself?” she asked.

“No,” the American girl groaned.

“What’s wrong?”

“There is this thing I need, and the place I need to get it is going to be closed for the next month,” the blonde griped into her pillow.

Loki chuckled, “You could steal it… just break in and steal it,” she joked.

Amora lifted her head out of her pillow, looking over at Loki seeing her sit in her bed, her headphones around her neck as she read Shiley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived in the Castle.

Amora giggled at the thought. Her in her coquette fashions breaking into the coroner’s office just to get the records on the weird-ass ghost that keeps floating around her. She had only been at Hallows Academy for a week, and she’d not only been bullied and housed with Loki but been touched by a spirit and now talking to a ghost.

Although it’s not a bad idea… breaking into the coroner’s office.

“Chickadee don’t even think about it,” Cobalt muttered, watching Amora look up the address for the coroner’s office while Loki was in the bathroom.

“Do you want to ascend or not?”

“It’s a nice thought but we can wait a month and just ask for my records.”

“We? Ha! There is no we can wait!” Amora exclaimed, before turning to look and point at him, “You can wait because you've been dead for the past 15 years, I thought I was hallucinating this morning, I would much rather have you gone sooner rather than later.”

Cobalt hummed, “Will, I’m tied to this campus, so if you are going to get into serious trouble, I can’t help you.”

“That’s fine,” Amora mumbled.

The plan: wake up early on Sunday morning, go to the train station and get on the first train which would be mostly empty, enjoy not having Cobalt waking you, go to the coroner’s office, find the back window (which would thankfully be to the records room) thanks to images online, and take a brick and throw it through the window praying that the place doesn’t have a security system.

One had made it to the window and had a brick ready in hand the next morning, she discovered the window was open slightly. With the brick now in the grass, Amora pushed open the window more so she could squeeze her body in.

Once in the small records room, she stood still and waited before she exhaled. Thankful that no security alarms were going off. “His last name is Thornton,” she muttered to herself, attempting to find the filing cabinet marked for the T’s.

Once she found the cabinet, she searched for what felt like hours for the last name Thornton, her eyes beginning to hurt from the light coming from her phone and having to look at such a tiny print.

Thornton C.

“FINALLY!” Amora exclaimed, before covering her mouth, pulling the file out of the cabinet, and shutting the drawer quietly.

She only wanted to take pictures and then put the file back and attempted to as she sat the file down and opened it, but before she could even snap one picture it sounded like footsteps were approaching the records room.

Not wanting to take her chances Amora closed the file and made a B-line for the window she came in, leaving it the way she found it before dashing toward the train station and heading back to campus.

Returning to her dorm room, Cobalt was the only present, “Glad to see you aren’t arrested,” he commented.

“Thanks for the concern,” Amora replied, “I got your file!”

She sat next to him on her bed flipping open his file, seeing a simple report listing information she already knew along with this suspect time of death, yet the one thing she searching for was the cause.

Cause of Death: Undetermined

“WHAT!” The two of them shouted.

Amora’s eyes continued to scan the document seeing a note at the bottom.

It is very possible that Thornton died of a heart attack, yet to do not feel confident in stating that as fact given his age and health history. So, his death will continue to be labeled as undetermined and his death will be labeled as murder.

Cobalt sighed as Amora groaned, “I’m sorry,” she mumbled before lying on her bed and facing the wall.

She pretty much stayed like that until the following day, mostly because she had class, giving a basic “I’m fine,” response whenever anyone, mostly Loki, asked if she was right.

Cobalt was ever-present following her through her classes, he doesn’t bother her, in terms of speaking or standing/floating near her, yet her knowing he’s around is a huge distraction for her.

When she entered her Trigonometry class she took a seat in the back next to Iphigenie greeting her with a small “hi,” before laying her head down on the table.

“I see you are very smart, I’m impressed,” Cobalt praised as the bell rang.

Amora groaned softly in response as her teacher began by greeting the class before getting started.

“…Lily…”

Cobalt's voice sounded much softer than Amora had heard in the past 2 days, he sounded so broken, so sad. Amora raised, looking at Cobalt and seeing him staring at her Trigonometry, before realizing that the two of them looked similar, with the color of their hair and eyes being identical.

If Amora was closer, she could probably tell that they had similar features, yet she is more focused on the fact that Cobalt got closer to her standing in front of her as she taught.

“My sweet little girl… you’re all grown up…And you are a mathematician!” Cobalt laughed, “My baby, I had no idea… Oh, Primrose must be so proud of you!”

He placed himself behind her desk, seeing all the nicknacks that littered her desk including pictures of herself and her mother, a woman with a darker complexion with graying violet hair, and chocolate eyes.

“Rosey… I’m sorry I left. I didn’t mean to… God, my girls, my beautiful girls. I hope you know I love you both so much, God, why did things happen like this? I wish I was actually here, with you, Bethy,” Cobalt lamented.

“Amora,” Iphigenie whispered nudging her shoulder making the American girl look over at her, “Are you okay?”

“Uh?” Amora asked quietly.

“Amora, are you crying?” Iphigenie questioned.

Amora touched her cheek, damp and covered in her tears, no doubt caused by the dead man in front of her lamenting to his daughter as if no one could hear him.

“M-my,” she stuttered out with a frog in her throat, “My eyes are just watering bad.”

Iphigenie is smart enough to know that the girl next to her is lying, but if Amora wants to lie, why not let her?

It’s going to be a living hell if this continues… This is linked to Cobalt. It’s not only strange just having him around, but Amora can’t just leave, she was coming around, slowly coming to like being a Hallows Academy, and now she’s a physic! This is like a waking nightmare, and it is going to continue to extensive agony if Amora continues to force Cobalt to watch his daughter teach every time she’s got Trigonometry while he stands in his purgatory.

She’s got to help ascend… it is the right thing to do.

What could go wrong? She just has to figure out how he died, right?

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