#Castle: 2 x 09

[pollylynn]

Lookout—A Caskett One-Shot Insert for Love Me Dead (2 x 09)

This is in response to an anonymous prompt, which I've included at the end so as not to spoil. Thank you for the prompt, Anon! This is in place of a chapter of Fabrications tonight; I had a pile of other people's failures dropped on my head tonight and I just didn't make it to the dreadmill.

Title: Lookout WC: 1400

He follows her from the perfect distance. He draws close, then falls back, skirting the edge of danger, because he can. He’s confident. He uses the comparatively thin, post–rush hour crowds to his advantage. Even when she darts suddenly ahead to eat up the last few blinking milliseconds of the little, white Walk man—to beat the red Don’t Walk palm to the punch—the distance he maintains is absolutely perfect at all times. 

He has skills. No, seriously. He is impressing even himself with how good he turns out to be at maintaining a tail. He supposes that she, ironically, deserves some credit for those skills. He’s picked up a thing or two in the last eight months, despite her total unwillingness to provide him hands-on instruction with the more vitally necessary—and coincidentally exciting—aspects of police work, like wheel work during high-speed pursuits, a place in the line-up for those cool, coordinated, weapons-drawn roll-outs when they’re clearing a room a suspect might be lurking in, or anything to do with the car radio. 

The joke’s on her, though, because he’s learned a thing or two anyway. Clearly. He never loses sight of her black leather trench. He has line of sight to its skirts as they whip behind her trying to keep up with her bad-ass stride. Or he has eyes on the tangerine streetlights sweeping over its shoulders. He can tell from the sharp clack of her heels against the pavement whether she’s going to slow suddenly to avoid a collision with some clueless pedestrian or pick up the pace to perfectly time her fluid movement between the slow-moving cars that are trying and failing to escape gridlock. 

He is crushing this tail so hard that he has some headspace to contemplate how, exactly, he’s going to continue surveillance once she actually hits Sutton’s. He’s not worried about her seeing him. No, he’s practically a ninja. There’s not a doubt in his mind that he can slip through the door undetected, fade into the woodwork, get close but not too close. 

But it’s the not-too-close that could—only could, mind you—present a problem. Close enough to eavesdrop is the goal. As entertaining as it is to tail her with the greatest of ease, it’s not actually an end in itself. He needs to know why his daughter is seeking her counsel instead of his. It’s an outrage, given that he is not just an expert in clandestine pursuit, but also the coolest of cool dads. It can and will not stand, so he needs to be within eavesdropping distance. Or not necessarily.  

He’s picturing payoffs. Or maybe a drinking glass to the high back of an adjacent booth. Or if there’s a spy shop along the way, he’s pretty sure he could nip in for bug-and-receiver set up, nip back out, and still not have lost her. Or he could lip read, right? Like, how hard can that even be, given all that he has discovered just tonight about the innate skills he has for intelligence gathering?

He’s hemming and hawing. He’s on his phone surfing for spy gear, though he’s grumpily aware that realistically speaking, toys worthy of a certain British secret agent will probably have to wait for some future op. He’s weighing the pros and cons of paying off a waitress or a bus boy versus flexing his lip-reading muscles when he nearly experiences internal decapitation courtesy of someone grabbing him quite literally by the collar. 

Courtesy of her grabbing him quite literally by the collar. 

“How long are you planning to keep this up,” she hisses. She seems to think his collar belongs to her now. She makes a compelling case, having him yanked down to eye level as she does.  Despite the fact that this is no great distance, given the height of those informatively clacking heels, it’s painful. It’s almost as painful as that very first memorable ear grab on the campus of Redding Prep. 

“Beckett! What are you . . . I mean. Wow! Running into each other like . . .crazy, right?”  His ability to feign surprise is definitely not in the same league as his mad surveil and tail skills. Or maybe it’s in exactly that league, given that she has him by the collar. Still, he soldiers on. “I mean . . . crazy!”

She ignores his stammering amateur theater. He’s not sure if that’s mercy or contempt. “What is wrong with you?”

“I have a right to know!” he blurts. The declaration loses something, given the involuntary yodel that creeps into his voice. “She’s a child, and if she’s in deep to the mob for thirty large, I need to know.” 

“Just how big an idiot are you trying to be, Castle? Is there like . . a contest?” She releases his collar—finally—thrusting him away from her in a gesture of disgust. “You think your kid—the child of a millionaire—is going to come to me to solve her mob payoffs?”

“Maybe she wants to turn state’s evidence!” He makes a show of setting his shirt and overcoat to rights. “Maybe she’s worried about her loved ones’ kneecaps!” 

She’s working on an artisanally crafted look that will convey precisely how unlikely she finds this concept. He’s bracing for it when he spies a glint of red-gold hair in the not-nearly-distant-enough distance. He catches a glimpse of pale cheek. He sees her lifting on her toes and ducking around people’s shoulders trying to get a look at the interior of the cafe to see if her confidant—her practically-a-stranger confidant—is already at the meet. 

He panics. That is the explanation he will carry to his grave. And given that he’s kissing her—he is suddenly kissing Beckett—he might be carrying it to that grave in hurry. He has her by the lapels of her trench coat. As he turns their two bodies to present his back to the general area containing his daughter, a desperate part of his brain wonders if the fact that he doesn’t have his hands on her actual person will, in any way, save him. 

But the desperate part of his brain falls quiet. All parts of his brain fall quiet, because he is kissing her, and she is . . . kind of kissing him back. No. Strike that. She is completely kissing him back for the span of many Mississippis. He knows this instinctively. It's not like his quiet brain can count. But he knows it's been a lot of Mississippis before they jolt apart, shocked in equal measure. 

“She’s here.” It’s a high-quality stage whisper, facilitated, no doubt, by the fact that every part of his body is stock still, frozen with terror. “Alexis . . . she is . . . is she behind me?” 

“What?” The word is breathy. It’s ragged and she’s blinking a mile a minute. “Where?” 

“She was going to . . . see.” It’s the worst justification in the world. He wishes he hadn’t said it before the sibilant vibrates his already-vibrating lips. It invites the question of what his daughter was going to see before his super-spy move and what she very well could have seen just now. 

She has accepted the question’s invitation. Or vice versa. Whatever. She is thinking about what his daughter very well may have seen, and her eyes are wide. She claws her way past him. 

“She’s sitting down,” she says. Relief rolls right off her. “She’s on her phone.” 

“Does she look—“ 

The rest of the question is lost as she shoves at his shoulder to keep him from turning around. He wants to protest, but against all odds, he’s survived the last forty-five seconds. It’d be a shame to die now. 

“Go,” she says through her teeth. He’d like to oblige. Kind of. But she has his collar again. “Get out of here.” She’s hissing again, right in his ear this time, her front pressed into his back, and it’s difficult. “Go, Castle.” 

“I . . .” He tries not to squirm, but it’s fairly impossible. “I’m going, if you’ll . . . You’ve kind of got my . . .” 

She makes a sound. It’s a small, surprised thing, and he imagines her mouth in the shape of an O. He imagines a sudden multitude of things about her mouth as her fingers violently untangle themselves from his collar, and she is gone. 

He is rooted to the spot. He is picturing monuments right here. He kissed her. 

A/N: I know it's not quite the prompt you gave, Anon, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Prompt: prompt: they’re arguing and character a shuts up character b with a kiss

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[thewriterg]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘 𝐆

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ༝༚ okie so did I exactly finish spooktober last year… no BUT I’m very hopeful this year and have experienced what works for me and what doesn’t so I’m 87% hopeful we can make it the full month っ◞‸◟ c anyway I’m doing the big three (fluff, angst, and smut) each category gets 10 days and FALL IS HERE WRITERS!

EVENT DURATION; oct. 1st - oct. 31st 2023

may include dark and triggering content ™ thewriterg

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LEVEL 1. (fluff)

DAY 01 ϟ costume participation (ghost x r x soap) DAY 02 ϟ a walk in the park (dallas winston x r) DAY 03 ϟ studying for exams (peter parker x r) DAY 04 ϟ baking festive foods (john price x r) DAY 05 ϟ pumpkin carving (pope h x r x jj maybank) DAY 06 ϟ record shopping (miles morales x r) DAY 07 ϟ pictures at a graveyard (stu x r x billy) DAY 08 ϟ saving a black cat (tate langdon x r) DAY 09 ϟ pumkin spice (tony stark x r) DAY 10 ϟ house decor (luke danes x r)

LEVEL 2. (angst)

DAY 11 ϟ relationship problems (loki x r x thor) DAY 12 ϟ saving them (johnny cage x r x kenshi) DAY 13 ϟ villian and a hero (steve rodgers x r) DAY 14 ϟ household problems (simon riley x r) DAY 15 ϟ jealousy (johnny castle x r) DAY 16 ϟ abandonment (konig x r) DAY 17 ϟ toxic relationship (peter parker x r) DAY 18 ϟ dilf problems (simon riley x r) DAY 19 ϟ comfort (dad!simon x daughter!r) DAY 20 ϟ the one left behind (neytiri x r jake sully)

LEVEL 3. (smut)

DAY 21 ϟ spanking (tom holland x r) DAY 22 ϟ sex pollen (miguel o’hara x r) DAY 23 ϟ stubborn 2 admit (sub!character x dom!r) DAY 24 ϟ somnophilia (leon kennedy x r) DAY 25 ϟ angsty sex (jj maybank x r) DAY 26 ϟ DAY 27 ϟ DAY 28 ϟ DAY 29 ϟ DAY 30 ϟ

FINAL LEVEL.

DAY 31 ϟ

#🦇𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑;𝐆 #spooktober #kinktober #angstober #flufftober #october #fall season #fem!reader #gn!reader #male!reader #fluff #angst #smut #romance #2023 #i love you #thewriterg

[han1nn]

comrades in war

Frank castle x m!reader

Summary: you and Frank are comrades and also roommates in the marines and get along very well. You've always found him attractive but he's absolutely into women, that's definitely what you believed, till one night changed everything.

Warnings: they just kiss intensely

Requests open!!

(Please write requests😭)

09:27 pm:

I were in my room and read a book. Frank were somewhere outside, he said he still has something to do. But it's getting late and I slowly worrying about him. I lay my book on the table and walk down the hallway. me and Frank shared a small apartment. It wasn't even an apartment, there were four rooms, one for me, one for Frank, a kitchen and of course a bathroom. I open the door and looked at the large hallway that leads the other rooms. We're marines so each of us got a roommate and not a room for himself.

Then I finally saw him. The man that I find so attractive, my roommate and my bestfriend. He just walking down the hallway till he comes to our apartment. I looked at him with relief.

„Where have you been, man?"

I asked him as i leaned against the door. I looked right into his eyes as he stand in front of me. He was a half head taller than me and I think 2 years older but that doesn't matter for us, we were still bestfriends.

„I told you that I had something to do. You forgot that?“

He giggle and go inside the apartment. I grabbed his arm and turn him to me so he had to look at me.

„Nah.. I didn't forgot that but you were gone for so long. I started to worry about you."

I said to him with a worried look. He patted me on my shoulder and his touch let my body shiver. I loved it when he touch me even when he just give me a handshake. I blushed slightly.

„it's okay l'm here now. You don't have to worry anymore.

he laughed and finally goes to our apartment. Frank goes straight to the kitchen and drunk a bottle of water. I closed the door behind me and followed him into the kitchen. I leaned against the door again and watched him. I loved everything about him: the way he stands, the way his body moved around or even his hands. I swallowed hard as he looked into my eyes. I immediately looked away. I was starring at him and he noticed it. i started to get a bit panicked.

„It's pretty late.. I should go to bed now.“

with this sentence I'm trying to escape this unpleasant situation. Frank just nodded and sit down on the chair in the kitchen. I go to my room and closed the door. I hit my head against the door and wondered how stupid I could actually be. I can’t stare at him in this way, he’s my bestfriend and he never would love me. He’s into women and I have no chance with him.

„shit-“

I yelled at myself. I can’t get him out of my thoughts. It’s like I can’t even help but thinking about him. Frank and his wonderful brown eyes, his muscular body, his big and strong hands… I hate me for what I felt, I’m here to keep my country save and not to find the love of my life. I let out a big sight and then I threw myself on my bed. My hand grabbed the book on the table and I started reading again to clear my mind.

01:12 am:

I can’t sleep. Again. My thoughts are full of Frank and I can’t get him out. I sit up in my bed and my hands run threw my hair. Why does he affect me so much? I decided to stand up and fresh up with water. I open my door silently and the first thing I saw was Franks door. It was a bit open but I don’t wanted to bother him, he probably sleeps now, so I don’t risk a sight.

I go into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked tired. I just turned the faucet on and filled my hands with water. With the water in my hands I washed my face. As I looked in the mirror again I saw him. I saw Frank. I immediately turned around and looked right into his face.

„Wha- what are you doing here?“

I asked him surprised. We were face to face now and he’s so near against me. I support myself on the sink with my hands.

„nothing, just heard something and wanted to make sure that you’re alright.“

As I heard his words I blushed slightly again. I don’t want him to see my face so I looked away. Did he really mean that? Did he really care about me?

„I‘m fine you can go back to sleep“

I turned around again and my hands filled again with water. I noticed he was still behind me. Why didn’t he go back to sleep? Suddenly I felt two big hands on my hips. I shivered and my hands grabbing the sink. What is he doing?? I began to sweat I didn’t know what to do… my heart was beating so fast.

„continue, don’t let me distract you..“

He whisper into my ear. I was shocked. Why would he do this? Why does he do this? His hands grabbed me tightly and my breath go heavy. I blushed and just stand still i don’t know what to do. Then he moved closer to me and our body’s touched. I let out a little sight. I can’t believe that this moment is real. Then he started to kiss my neck and I can’t but let out a moan. I was just completely overwhelmed by this situation.

„w-why do you..? why-?“

I can not even talk straight anymore. He drives me crazy with his kisses on my neck. I tried to hold myself and keep still but I was trembling, my whole body was trembling.

His kisses started to get more intense and his hands go under my shirt. From this moment I didn’t questioned anything anymore, I just knew that I wanted him. His big and cold hands started to stroke my whole body and I can’t take it anymore. I let out a moan every time his hands moved. I tried to stop my noises by biting into my lip. Then I heard a giggle.

„Don’t hide these noises, not when they’re sound so cute..“

Franks hands leaved my shirt and turned me around to him. I blushed so hard right now and I don’t want this moment to ever end. He pushed me against the next wall and kisses me right on my lips. This moment was indescribable.

I closed my eyes and reply his kisses. He took off my shirt and kissed me from my neck, down to my upper body. My heart was beating so fast it’s like it wanted to jump out. Frank kissed me down my stomach and knees down. I looked at him and breathe so heavy I really can’t take it anymore. His hands resting on my hips and he still kissed my stomach.

I was waiting for this moment so long and now we were here. Two man kissing in a bathroom. We kissed the whole night and it was the experience I made in my whole life…

End

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This was my first fanfic. I hope you guys liked it. You can write feedback for mee :)

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[taevbears]

Magic Shop - 10

As the only non-magical being in a shop full of mages and familiars, Seokjin is starting to feel left out.

⤑ pairing: OT7 x witch!reader, Seokjin focused ⤑ genre: magic au, romance, angst, hurt/comfort, found family, domestic/slice of life, action/adventure ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 11.1k ⤑ warnings: smut (penetrative), implied smut, verbal sexual harassment, mentions of attempted sexual assault, oppression of mages, implied shady business dealings, probable inaccuracies with 92 liners, mentions of violence ⤑ note: welcome back to pt. 2 of the series! it's finally fall, and it feels good to be writing for this story again, especially with spooky season around the corner. each member will have 2 chapters dedicated to them, making this part twice as long as pt. 1 lol. happy reading, and i'd love to hear your thoughts about this chapter!

Chapters: Series ML | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12

Dear Mother and Father,

Seokjin pauses as he stares at the line he just wrote. It looks too formal, even with his own eyes.

I’m sure the news about Blackstone Castle has already reached our village by now. You both must be very worried about me. But I’m writing to let you know that your youngest son is alive and well.

More than well, he thinks, as he looks at the morning crowd before him.

The kitchen is busy like it usually is at this time. Hoseok is roasting coffee beans over a magical fire, extracting sweet and nutty aromas that fill the room. Yoongi is standing next to him, frying eggs and bacon into a pan. The sizzle and pop of smoky meat against oil makes Seokjin’s mouth salivate in hunger. Namjoon and Jungkook are checking inventory together, making a list of what things they need to pick up on their next trip to the market.

“What’s wrong, hyung? You’re making a face,” Jungkook points out.

The mage is frowning down at the list and rubs his neck like he’s stressed. But he shakes his head and tells Jungkook, “I’m just wondering if we need this much saffron? What are we even using it for?”

“Yes! I need it!” Hoseok answers, poking his head up to look Namjoon in the eye. “It’s for my potions! Don’t forget it!”

“It’s so expensive,” Namjoon blanches. Seokjin can’t help but notice that he looks a bit stressed again as he continues reading down the list.

“Taehyung, don’t you dare!” you shriek, grabbing everyone’s attention as you back away from the raven familiar. “Your hands are still wet!”

A deep, evil chuckle rumbles from his chest as he slowly advances toward you. He holds up his hands, water dripping from washing dishes over the sink. “Darling, I just want a hug.”

“No!” you yell, ducking away when he tries to grab you.

Neither Yoongi nor Hoseok is phased as the two of you run past them. They simply step aside, using magic to levitate utensils and ingredients upward so that you don’t knock them over.

You run straight to Jungkook, who’d do anything for you in a heartbeat. The toad familiar has you in his arms for a few seconds, seeing you plead for his help like a damsel in distress. That gets him to puff up his chest, bravely putting himself between you and Taehyung.

Little do you know, an enemy is nearby. Namjoon, who likes to tease you as well, tosses the list aside and grabs a hold of you. “I got her, Taehyung!”

“Traitor! I’ll make you pay!” you vow, even though his dimpled smile easily melts your heart. Seokjin blinks at the discarded list on the ground.

“Don’t fight,” Hoseok warns as he finishes making his coffee. He pours the dark liquid into several mugs. “It’s too early in the morning to be threatening each other.”

Yoongi looks over at you all, checking to see if you’re okay. Jungkook yells and jumps back when Taehyung tries to wipe his wet hands on the front of his shirt. Distracted, the toad hybrid doesn’t see the raven hybrid shift and fly over his head until he lands back on his feet as a human right in front of you. And, like the menace he is, wipes his hands on both you and Namjoon.

“Taehyung, why can’t you use a towel to wipe your hands?” you complain as he cackles in laughter. Seokjin stands up from the table and picks up the list for inventory.

“You know how when a cat brushes up against you, it’s like saying ‘you’re mine’?” he asks you, throwing a wink when you catch on. Followed by Hoseok’s loud teasing as Yoongi suddenly avoids eye contact with you and states that breakfast is ready.

A typical, noisy morning at the shop.

Becoming a warden has its challenges. You have to be up at the crack of dawn. The food they serve us tastes bland. Routine shifts are mundane and unchanging. They have daily reminders from the Devoted about how mages are cruel and evil, and how the wardens are heroes by keeping them locked away. Some of the wardens let that get in their heads, and they end up not being very nice people. Then, you go to bed by curfew and do the same thing all over again. It’s quite the thrilling life.

Seokjin scoffs.

In hindsight, his duties as a warden all sound like bullshit. The lies that the Devoted feed about mages and magic are far from the truth.

“That’s hardly fair.”

“Maybe you should’ve gone with a different color.”

“I bet he’ll look good no matter what color we pick.”

The three mages of the shop – you, Namjoon, and Hoseok – are baffled and scratching your heads. In an act of revenge for the chaos this morning, the three of you decided to team up and change Taehyung’s hair.

Into a vibrant blue.

The raven familiar smirks at his reflection on the mirror and looks at you three. “Don’t I look good like this, though?”

In seconds, the three of you huddle together for a new game plan. Hoseok is the first to point out, “I don’t think this is going to work, guys. He’s too handsome.”

Namjoon nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, he’s like Jin-hyung.”

“Me?” Seokjin asks, somehow finding himself included in the huddle.

“I could turn your hair baby pink and you’ll still be the most handsome person in the world,” you tell him, quite serious in light of the gravity of your situation. You don’t seem to notice the redness in Seokjin’s ears from your compliment.

The three of you – talented and skilled with magic – are deemed as threats, even if you’d never use your magic for evil. Hoseok is a potion master who brews concoctions in coffees and teas that add a bit of hope in each cup. Namjoon, who studies the history of the arcane arts and runes, uses that knowledge to write and collect interesting trinkets to decorate the shop. And you, the spell caster, who could incantate charms and hexes effortlessly, only use your abilities to protect the shop, help the people you care about, and occasionally turn one of their hairs into a color of the rainbow.

The Devoted has warned that mages like you bewitch mortals to do your will, host bloody sacrifices, shed the lives of innocents, and commit cardinal sins with demons in exchange for power.

These days, however, the three of you use magic to prank each other or one of the familiars.

“Guess you’ll have to come up with something else.” Taehyung shrugs, suddenly next to you in the circle, catching you all off guard.

I’ve managed to survive the mage rebellion with just a scratch. You raised a pro after all. An apprentice got a hold of a summoning book. He convinced others to form a mutiny, and it backfired badly. He became a monster, burdening all the pains and sorrows that he and the others have carried. That night was the scariest night of my life. I still have nightmares about it.

Seokjin stares at his reflection in the mirror. It’s been several months since the night you all fled from Blackstone Castle together, but the ugly scar on his torso is a fresh reminder of what had happened.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper every time you see it. “I should’ve gotten to you sooner.”

“You saved me just in time,” Seokjin assures you, trying not to shiver when he feels your fingers carefully trace the textured skin. It’s not as bad as before, but it’s still there. It’s still visible.

As the day comes to an end, you always check on each of them. The vibrant blue fades from Taehyung’s hair and you apologize. He says he’ll forgive you if you kiss him, and he’s reluctant to let you go when you do. All day, Yoongi seems avoidant, trying not to brush up against you, probably because of what Taehyung said that morning. But you assure him that you don’t mind, wrapping your arms around him yourself as he seems to ease into your touch. You check with the others too, though you’re always adamant to check on Seokjin.

And Seokjin knows why. Even if you never tell him.

You’re frowning, fixated on the scar. No amount of healing magic that you know could make it go away completely.

He glances at you and then back at the mirror. “I suppose this makes me a little less handsome, doesn’t it?”

“Of course not.”

Since the castle is no longer standing, I’ve moved into a nearby town. I spend my days happily now. No rules or duties to be obliged to. No pressure to conform to beliefs I don’t agree with. I’m only human. I’m lacking in a lot of ways that my housemates aren’t, but I found a family here, and it just keeps growing.

“Ow, ow, ow,” you cry mournfully, sticking out your aching tongue, and set a cup of hot tea on the coffee table. “I think I burned myself.”

Jimin turns to you with a sympathetic smile, but there’s a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “Want me to kiss it better?”

He bursts into laughter when he receives his answer through a playful smack.

Your neighbor across the street comes more often these days, welcomed into the shop like another member of the coven. Except, when he’s around, the magic is hidden. No spellcasting, no shifting between forms, no sudden changes of hair colors.

To Jimin, you’re probably all just ordinary people who live together and work together in an inconspicuous, unassuming shop. And perhaps, the only strangest thing is your relationship with each of them.

Seokjin has to admit, even if he knows that relationships for mages differ from what is traditional by the Devoted, it takes time to get used to. He’s only gone as far as kissing you, but some of the others, including Jimin, have gone much further with you.

It’s not like he hasn’t thought about it. He just hasn’t found the right time to bring it up to you. Or the right place.

Seokjin eyes the way Jimin casually has his arm around the back of the couch behind you. He doesn’t seem put off when Hoseok comes to sit on your other side, holding his own cup of hot tea in his hands, practically making heart-eyes at you when you turn to talk to him. Or that any of the other residents are lingering in the parlor nearby, with Yoongi and Jungkook sitting on the small bench in front of the piano and playing a random melody, Taehyung taking a seat next to Jimin as he plays a board game with Namjoon, or Seokjin still trying to write a letter to his parents.

In fact, Jimin takes the whole polyamorous aspect of his relationship with you better than most people who’ve been raised by the Devoted teachings would.

Seokjin looks around the room and smiles softly to himself. With the eight of you all together, a full house just hanging out, it feels complete. He can tell that the other residents feel that way too with how at ease they are with Jimin around, despite him not knowing the truths about what you guys really are.

As the only other human in a room full of mages and familiars, Seokjin wonders if Jimin feels that sense of belonging too. And how he’ll react once he knows the truth.

There’s also this girl I met since I left home. She’s smart, brave, beautiful, and diligent. I think you guys would like her a lot. I feel like I fall in love with her more each day.

“What are you writing?”

Seokjin jumps and hunches over his paper, nearly spilling ink all over. Just as he’s started writing about you, you appear beside him. “A letter.”

“Oh? You have a secret lover I should be worried about?” you tease, placing your hand on your hip for emphasis.

“Well, you know,” he plays along. “Worldwide handsome, and all.”

“Of course. How could I forget?” Affectionately, you run your fingers through his bangs, exposing his forehead. His hair has been growing longer. At the castle, they routinely had to keep it short and clean. But now, after several months of no haircut, he may have to make use of the kitchen scissors and the bathroom mirror. “How did I get so lucky to have someone as handsome as you, Seokjin?”

“I’m the lucky one,” he replies, grinning at the shy smile you give him. “I’m actually trying to write to my parents. Let them know that I’m alive and doing well. With the way word spreads around, I’m sure they know about … you know.”

“Yeah,” you trail off with a small grimace. The fall of Blackstone Castle has also brought in many hunters into the nearby towns. It’s a constant worry for all of you that they might stumble into the shop one day, even if it’s located in the quieter side of town.

Seokjin tries to change the topic. “I’d love to introduce you to them. My family, I mean.”

“Would they like me?”

“Of course they will. They’ll probably ask when I’ll—” He cuts himself off.

“Ask you what?”

“They’ll probably ask when I’ll marry you.”

“Oh.”

Marriage is a sacred commitment to the Devoted. For mages, however, such a union simply doesn’t exist. They have their partners; they have their coven. But when magic is deemed evil, and those who wield it are treated as vermin, love in any form would be shunned and discouraged.

Seokjin sees the guilt flicker in your eyes. The way you nervously chew on your bottom lip, trying to carefully place your next words.

Truth is, Seokjin could walk out anytime he wanted. From you, from the shop. He’s not a warden anymore. He doesn’t have any ties or duties keeping him with you. He could find another partner, someone he could legally marry, and start a normal family. It’s safer if he would. But it’s foolish if he did. 

“You know that stuff doesn’t matter to me, right?” he asks you seriously. “You're my partner. The others are our family. I wouldn’t change it any other way.”

“If you ever change your mind…”

“I won’t. I promise.” He’s so certain, he holds his pinky toward you. Perhaps it’s a bit silly and childish, but it gives you the assurance you need. “I love you. I’ll always choose you. Nothing will ever change that.”

You smile softly and wrap your pinky around his finger. You return the sentiment in whispered words as he brings your hand closer to his and kisses your knuckles.

She’s everything to me. I wish you could meet her one day and see it for yourself.

Mornings are Seokjin’s favorite time of the day.

Usually.

He’s not a big fan of a neighbor’s rooster and its insistent crowing at 3:00AM. On the dot. Every single morning. He’s even less of a fan when, only a couple hours later, just as dawn is beginning to break, Seokjin hears it again at 5:00AM. Screaming at the top of its lungs over a slither of sunlight in the sky. And by 7:00AM, when it cries out the third time, it takes every fiber in Seokjin’s being not to stomp over, grab the rooster, and toss it in the air out of spite.

He also dislikes having to actually leave the safe and warm sanctuary of his bed. Where he’s cozy and comfortable beneath his thick blanket, and the mattress and pillows feel like he’s on a cloud. Where his favorite, long pajamas feel soft against his skin. But with a long list of tasks ahead of him, he reluctantly and mournfully pushes away the covers, shivers as the cold morning air sucks away the warmth, and begins to dress up for the day.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be long until he hears the small creak of someone entering his bedroom. The breathy chuckles that escape his lips as he tries to hold back his giggles. Followed by the unmistakable whisper of, “Jin.”

“No, Hoseok, you can’t.”

And Hoseok would burst into loud laughter, hitting the lump that’s Seokjin beneath his covers, and ask, “Oh, hyung! How did you know it was me?”

Despite how he actually wakes up that day, mornings are relatively peaceful. Most of the residents are still asleep, and sometimes, he can hear Namjoon or Jungkook still snoring from their rooms. Candles automatically light up down the hallway of mixed doors, guiding him down the stairs and to the kitchen.

And that’s where you are, bright and early.

Or rather, these days, as Yoongi had quietly confided in him, because you haven’t been sleeping well. Nightmares, the black cat had explained.

“Hey, morning,” Seokjin greets you as you rummage around the kitchen, pulling out jars and pans as if it’ll inspire you to cook.

“Morning, Jin. What do you want for breakfast?” When you turn to him, he can see the tiredness in your face. Your eyes are a bit red, your posture more sluggish.

“I can do it,” he assures you, taking a pan from your hand before you drop it. You let him and instead, use your free hand to cover a big yawn. Even when you’re on the brink of passing out, Seokjin finds you cute. “Did you sleep last night?”

“Barely.”

“Because of that damn rooster?”

“Yeah,” you lie. Seokjin knows you don’t want to talk about the nightmares you’ve been having. Not even to Yoongi or Hoseok. 

But Seokjin sees the way you look at him. The relief that crosses your face when you see him, the guilt that follows after when your eyes trail to where his scar is. There’s an apology in your tongue, but before it could escape your lips, he jokes, “Maybe we should have that rooster for breakfast.”

“I don’t think our neighbor would like that,” you point out with a small smile. 

He returns your smile as he decides to make eggs and bread. But his smile fades when he notices that there’s less ingredients in stock than usual, even though Namjoon and Jungkook had just gone to the market yesterday. Did they not get enough?

“Our finances are low,” Namjoon reveals when Seokjin asks him about the lack of ingredients later that afternoon. As mages, it’s easier to get by, and the shop has always been more of a home than a business. But coin is still needed to buy fresh ingredients, to maintain amenities, and to keep the shop running.

Namjoon looks stressed. The human world and its standards are still new concepts to you and Hoseok, and Seokjin can tell that Namjoon doesn’t want either of you to worry. He’ll buy fewer eggs if he can get Hoseok his saffron. He’ll get cheaper quality meat, even if Jungkook complains that he can’t fork it. He’ll pick tangerines and strawberries himself if that’ll make Yoongi and Taehyung happy. He’ll pass up on a book or rune that he wants so he can get you something nice instead.

Seokjin glances over at you. You’re finally asleep, resting on the couch with Hoseok. One of his arms is protectively around your waist as he rubs soothing circles down your back and shoulders. Taehyung comes to put a blanket over you, and he’s careful not to wake you as he gently pats your head.

Clearly, you have a lot of things on your mind lately. 

“Hyung will do it,” Seokjin assures him, even if he doesn’t really know how. He’s only human. But he’ll find a way.

Seokjin knows you’re home when Yoongi, who’s been napping all afternoon, suddenly springs to life and meows impatiently at the door. It’s as if he’s saved up all his energy just to be the first to greet you hello when you step in.

Followed by the pattering of feet as Taehyung exclaims, “You’re home!”

And by the time Seokjin gets to you, you’re sandwiched between the two youngest and carrying Yoongi in your arms.

“Guys, let her breathe,” Namjoon lightly scolds Taehyung and Jungkook. As if the others aren’t also coming to the door to welcome you home like a bunch of puppies.

Seokjin manages to slip by your side as you take off your shoes. “How’s my favorite mage? Did you have fun with Jimin?”

“I had a good time. It was busy at the town square,” you inform him, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek. His mouth twitches back a shy smile and a blush. “Jimin said a lot of guilds are open for new members at this time. So, there are a lot of recruiters trying to get people to sign up.”

“Ah, that’s what happened to me!” Jungkook pipes up, nostalgia of his former days as an adventurer flashing through his mind. “In my town, there’s a big bulletin board that people put fliers on when they need help. I used it to pick up odd jobs here and there, like taking care of a rat infestation or delivering a package to someone in another town. And one day, I saw a poster for a guild fair. I went, did some research by talking to people, and ended up joining one.”

“You could probably join one of the ones here, too,” Yoongi says after jumping out of your arms and shifting to his human form. His black hair is a bit messy from sleeping all afternoon.

“I want to so badly! But sometimes, missions could take days to complete, and I don’t know if I can hold this form for that long without changing.” 

Jungkook sighs. For a recently-turned familiar, he’s making great progress controlling his transformations. But it wouldn’t do his party any good if he were to turn back into a toad mid-battle.

“Maybe once we turn you human again, you can,” Namjoon suggests, patting his head with sympathy, as if it’ll be easy. As if there isn’t a powerful, Wicked ex-girlfriend trying to hunt Jungkook down.

Jungkook pouts but nods his head. “The guilds are nice, and New Haven is the perfect town for them. It’s a good way to earn coins, make new friends, go on adventures, strengthen your skills, and get useful information.”

“Coins?” Seokjin repeats. He doesn’t hear a single word after.

“Yeah. If you’re good, a lot of guilds give you big bonuses after a mission.”

“Coins,” Seokjin echoes, suddenly turning away from you, lost in thought.

You stare after him, mildly concerned. “Jin?”

It is, perhaps, a mere coincidence that Seokjin finds himself at the town square the very next day.

Colorful tents are lined up around the plaza. Recruiters are shouting in the streets and handing out fliers to whoever passes by their booths. Some members are putting on a show, displaying trophies of their latest hunts, dueling against each other with shiny new swords and shiny new armor, and waving their flags around as they boldly claim their guild is the best. Even people from out of town are gathered to check out the festivities. Every brave, adventure-seeking soul is hoping to find their place in one of the many guilds here.

“Hey, you’re strong and handsome,” the fourth recruiter of the day stops him. “Want to join our guild?”

“What do you guys do? And do you make a lot of coins?” Seokjin asks, a bit curious.

“Oh, of course! We do lots of stuff! We explore caves and old ruins to look for hidden treasures, slay large beasts that trouble the local folks, visit ports to trade goods with foreign investors, hunt mages— Hey, where are you going?”

Seokjin immediately loses interest and walks away. He sighs, wondering if there’s even a guild out there that doesn’t list mages as monsters.

“Let’s just go one more round,” Seokjin mutters to himself. If he doesn’t find anything good, he can always think of something else.

He tries to stop by each one, listening to their criteria and what they’re looking for in a new member, and asking what they do and how much they make. But the moment they mention hunting down mages, he quickly moves to the next table. He almost wants to just ask that one question – whether or not they hunt mages – but he isn’t sure how to bring it up without warranting suspicions.

“Hey there, handsome. Are you interested in joining our guild?” a female recruiter asks. She’s thin and pretty, and when she smiles, her front teeth poke out a bit like a bunny. She has the kind of smile that reminds him of Jungkook. “We still have a few spots open if you are.”

Seokjin tries not to sound jaded as he smiles back at her. “What do you do?”

“The typical stuff most guilds do,” she begins to explain, but is suddenly interrupted by a commotion near the booth.

“Have you gone mad?!” a man shouts, seeming to be talking to another recruiter. “Mages will kill us if we let them! What is this nonsense about allowing the likes of them into the Freelancers?”

“Are mages not human as well?” a young, charismatic man replies, seeming to stand firm with his stance. “They have unique abilities that could take us further in our adventures than we could ever imagine. Think about it! If someone in our party is injured, we could rely on magic instead of using up precious medical supplies. They could clear obstacles in forests and tunnels to complete the mission faster. We could defeat savage beasts more easily and efficiently with their aid!”

“Lies! That goes against everything the Devoted teaches” a woman accuses as the crowd around them murmur.

“Who is that?” Seokjin asks as people continue to argue with the man. But he and a couple others flanking his side have a rebuttal for each statement. It only riles the crowd up even more.

“His name is Tariq,” the female recruiter answers with a laugh. “You must be out of town. He’s infamous around New Haven.”

“I can see that,” he replies as he watches the debate. He’s half-surprised no one has accused him of being a mage-sympathizer yet.

“Tariq can be intense, but he’s the greatest strategist and fighter in New Haven,” she explains as if she’s read his mind. “His values don’t always align with the Devoted, but even the town leaders can’t deny how much they rely on him to protect the town. He’s cultivated his own following within the guilds too. Lots of people support and admire him, no matter how crazy his ideas can be.”

Just then, another man breaks through the crowd and grabs a hold of Tariq’s arm. “Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize on behalf of the Freelancers, but this debate is now over. Tariq will take some time to reflect on the concerns brought up today.”

“And that’s Adnan, his older brother,” she continues, nodding to the new guy that has pulled Tariq aside to scold him. “He’s the leader of the Freelancers, but the two of them couldn’t be any more different.”

“What are the Freelancers?” Seokjin asks, finally looking away from the two now that the crowd has begun to die down.

“That’s us,” she replies with a nervous laugh. “We’re a bit controversial, as you can see, but we firmly believe that anyone – even magic or not – will find a place in our guild.”

Seokjin nods his head and considers what she’s told him. He only has one question left. “Where do I sign up?”

In their glory days, the Freelancers were a powerful and ruthless mercenary group.

They were unlawful. A guild that got their start from handling odd jobs that couldn’t go through legal and official channels, and taking up difficult quests that other guilds didn’t find worth the effort to do themselves. Eventually, they became notorious for engaging in shady, cutthroat contracts such as back-door dealings and accepting secret fundings from nobility without honor or integrity.

With enough coin, there was no job that the Freelancers refused to take.

Recently, under the leadership of Adnan and Tariq’s great-grandfather, the Freelancers have more peaceful, quasi-honorable practices. His goal was to eradicate the guild’s notoriety and build a new legacy. In the eyes of the public, the Freelancers have now become the biggest and most reliable organization for quests and missions.

It’s a reputation that their father has upheld as well, accepting most people who were willing to join: men and women, nonbinary, wealthy nobles and poor peasants, skilled warriors with years of practice and those just looking to gain experience. However, as his reign comes to an end, the guild looks to his two sons for guidance.

Adnan, the oldest, plans to retain the current honorable methods that his family has instilled and follow the footsteps of their legacy. Accepting those willing to join their noble cause, offering new opportunities to their members to make extra coin, and taking righteous paths as instructed by the Devoted to thwart out evil from the town.

But Tariq, the younger and more charismatic brother, is ambitious and wants the guild to take on a more profitable, but shadier nature. It doesn’t matter to him if those who join are mages, demons, or monsters either, as long they’re on his side. Just as they did in their glory days before his great-grandfather.

Discourse between the two brothers and their sizable followings have been brewing within the guild. It’s a tension that’s been there long before Seokjin joins.

And it won’t be long until a clash of interest threatens the entirety of the Freelancers.

“Hyung, you joined a guild?” Jungkook exclaims, hopping after with excitement. “I’m so jealous! Which one is it?”

“They’re called the Freelancers,” Seokjin answers, showing the flier he received with the date and location of his first official meeting with them. “They’re the biggest guild in New Haven.”

Hoseok whistles. “That’s impressive! Congrats, Jin!”

“Hopefully this brings in more coins for us, too,” Seokjin adds as he looks at Namjoon. The recruiter told him they tend to get more quests than other guilds, especially with how famous the two brothers are. More quests mean more opportunity for coins.

Namjoon frowns a little. “Hyung, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” Seokjin assures him. “I want to be more useful to you guys and the shop. I think this is the best way I can do it.”

After all, Seokjin isn’t gifted with magic. He doesn’t have any affinity to the Veil or its mysterious realm. Seokjin is only human. But he’s a human who knows how to fight and take care of himself in battle.

“Wouldn’t that mean you won’t be home?” Yoongi asks him. A silence follows as the rest of you wait for his answer.

“Maybe from time to time. They’ll have me do local missions first before they send me off somewhere far,” Seokjin explains, sensing the uneasiness of that idea. “I’ll let you guys know when they do before I take the quest.”

“What about the shop?” Namjoon questions.

“I can do tasks for the guild in the morning, and help at the shop at night,” Seokjin decides, already putting that in consideration when he went to the fair. “That’s usually when the tavern is the busiest.”

“Wouldn’t you be tired?” Taehyung wonders out loud.

“I’ll do my best for both. Don’t worry.” Seokjin knows he’ll have a team to carry out missions with at the guild, and a family to rely on when he returns home. He turns to you, noting your silence. Gently, he takes your hand in his and presses, “Talk to me, sweetheart. What’s on your mind?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” you tell him, frowning as your gaze lingers down to his torso. To where his scar is. “What if something happens to you while you’re away? What if I can protect you?”

“I’ll be careful,” he assures you, pulling you into a hug. He understands your feelings. Truly, he does. But Seokjin has always been a dutiful and honorable man. And helping relieve some of the financial burdens from Namjoon is the least he could do. “Once my mission is over, you’ll be the first I run back to. Promise.”

Before he became a warden, Seokjin was a promising recruit. He’s self-disciplined, admirably hard-working, and spent extra time honing his skills to push himself a little further than his peers. While new recruits rested from their rigorous training, he’d be up a few hours earlier to practice with his word, to study how to disarm enemies, and to strengthen his mental fortitude.

It’s an attitude and passion that he’s carried as a new recruit to the Freelancers.

“Are you sure this is your first time joining a guild?” his mentor, Junghwan, asks him. He’s also fairly new to the guild, joining only six months prior to Seokjin. He’s been tasked to take him and the other new recruits on their first mission.

Bandits were blocking the main road into town and were scamming weary travelers of their coin.

Seokjin was able to coerce them off the road and to return the stolen coins. But when the bandits later came to ambush their group, his parrying skills in battle sent them away for good.

“It’s pretty fun,” Seokjin admits with a bashful smile. He feels good about his first small victory. And feels even better when the clerk at their guild pays him his reward.

Coins clatter on the counter as Seokjin dumps out his earnings for the week. “It’s not much now, but imagine how much more I can make if I take up more missions.”

“Wow, hyung…” Namjoon trails off, staring at the small pile. It’s enough to bring home the entire list of what everyone wanted, expensive saffron and all. “This would really help us out a lot.”

Seokjin smiles. “I think I could be really good at this.”

He hasn’t been in the guild for very long, but it’s everything he had hoped to have when he was a warden. That feeling of brotherhood among the members, from the throes of battle to the clinking mugs of cold ale. The small victories that lead to praise and coins. An outlet to constantly improve himself, make himself stronger, faster, and a better protector for you and the others.

“Joon, we’re out of eggs again,” you inform him, coming out of the kitchen to where they are. You’re about to ask if he can run to the market and get some more when you notice the shiny coins on the counter.

Seokjin smiles warmly at you. “I’ll buy you as many eggs as you want, beautiful.”

It isn’t long until Seokjin takes up more missions: investigate a caravan that was ambushed and report back with the news, explore a nearby cave and eradicate the giant spiders dwelling inside, find a specific blue flower that grows on the hillside of the woods and bring it to the requester. He climbs higher in ranks within the guild, already surpassing the initiates that joined when he had. Members of the Freelancers begin to take notice as well.

“What’s your name, son?” Adnan asks him at the guild’s mess hall, eyeing the young man before him.

“It’s Seokjin, sir.”

“Seokjin, huh.” He repeats his name and gives him an approving pat on the shoulder. “Keep up the good work, Seokjin.”

He feels his chest swell with pride. Receiving acknowledgement from the leader of the guild, especially one as big as the Freelancers, feels like a big deal.

“Hey, new guy, come sit with us!” a female member named Heeyeon calls out to him. Around them, other tables are discussing strategies, refueling on food and drinks, and sharing stories about their latest missions. Seokjin rarely stays at the guild’s base long enough to eat, usually running back to the shop as soon as a mission is complete. But he sees his mentor, Junghwan, sitting next to her, as well as the female recruiter that had signed him up. “I don’t know if you met everyone yet, but this is Byulyi, Sunwoo, Junghwan, and Jaehwan.”

Byulyi smiles when she recognizes him. “Hi Seokjin! Long time, no see. How do you like the Freelancers?”

“With the way he’s going, he’ll probably outrank his mentor in a month,” Sunwoo teases, elbowing Junghwan on the ribs. The two of them, Junghwan had mentioned, have come from the same hometown before they settled in New Haven.

“I’d believe that,” Jaehwan agrees, pointing out how he saw Adnan talking to him. He raises a glass to Seokjin with a bright smile. “I hope we can do missions together. It’s better when you’re with a team than by yourself.”

Seokjin returns the smile with a shy one of his own. “I think I’d like that.”

Jaehwan isn’t wrong. Turns out, picking up missions as a group is easier than doing them alone. There’s safety in numbers, and the variety of skills within the group work seamlessly on and off the field. Plus, it’s more fun with other people. A lot more fun.

Especially in a group as charming, good-looking, and funny as they are.

Team Kim Seokjin, as they have started to call themselves. Because after Seokjin joined their party, they’ve yet to fail a mission they’ve taken on.

By the time Seokjin arrives at the base in the morning, Byulyi already has a few quests lined up for them. She has a knack of finding ones that have a big payout, and once all members of their party arrive at the guild, they decide which ones they want to tackle for the day.

Sometimes, they’re easy tasks like reconnaissance, finding specific ingredients in the woods, or helping elderly townsfolk with hard labor. Other times, they’re more difficult like detaining a pick-pocketer from the marketplace, fighting off a dangerous wild cat from entering New Haven, or protecting goods from bandits while it’s being delivered to the next town.

Junghwan and Jaehwan instantly click with Seokjin. Between witty one-liners and endless puns, the three become fast friends. Seokjin can’t remember the last time he’s laughed so hard while on a job. Even Heeyeon, who is a little shy at first, warms up to him and shows her sillier side.

By the end of the day, it’s Sunwoo who turns in the mission reports to the pretty clerk he has a crush on. All of them work hard, deserving of the rewards they collect, and they divide the earnings of the day evenly between the six of them.

“Man, what a day.” Junghwan sighs, massaging his shoulder after another successful mission.

“I’m starving,” Byulyi states as she rubs her stomach. “Should we get something to eat before we head to the base?”

“That sounds good to me,” Jaehwan agrees, turning to face Seokjin. “Are you coming with us, Seokjin?”

“I can’t,” Seokjin replies with an apologetic smile. It’s getting late and you might need help at the shop. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“You always have somewhere to go,” Junghwan pouts, a bit disappointed that his new friend could never hang out after completing a mission. Most people in their guild like to celebrate their small victories by grabbing a drink and eating dinner together.

It isn’t like Seokjin doesn’t want to. He’s sure it’ll be fun, and he knows he’d have a great time with them.

But he has a promise to keep.

With a quick exchange of goodbyes and no hard feelings of missing out on another dinner with the group, Seokjin runs back to the shop. His legs are burning from being on his feet all day. He’s dirty and sweaty from the various tasks he’s been assigned for the day. But as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, coloring the sky in twilight, he nears the shop and sees you.

Occasionally, you’d be there to greet him in front of the shop. Sometimes, with a cup of tea and a book as one of the familiars sit on your lap or shoulder. Sometimes, you’re talking to Jimin as he waters the flowers sitting outside his shop. Or sometimes, like today, it’s just you.

The golden glow basks upon your skin as you sit on the porch steps, and all Seokjin can think about is how beautiful you look. No matter how difficult the mission is or how exhausted he feels, he remembers that he’s doing it for you.

When you notice him, a bright smile lights up on your face. “Jin! You’re back!”

And Seokjin feels himself falling in love with you all over again, laughing as he gathers you in his arms after a long day. “I’m home.”

Word about Team Seokjin and their success rate is spread around the Freelancers, and in no time, they become one of the most promising groups in the guild. Every mission they take on, they’ve completed and earned high praise from those they helped. Some clients even come back and specifically request them for another job.

Inevitably, this attracts the attention of Adnan and Tariq. Separately, the brothers have approached the group with special jobs. 

Adnan’s requests seem to fall in line with the Devoted’s charity work. Manpower to help at fundraising events, collecting donations of supplies and coins around town, finding a missing child from the town’s orphanage. Things that would normally make him feel good, if it weren’t for the magical hearsay they spew out at every event.

It's the opposite of the “no questions asked” missions that Tariq gives them. Delivering inconspicuous scrolls to certain individuals, dropping off packages at the back of bars and alleyway businesses, bringing in traitors who’ve gone rogue for Tariq’s men to deal with. No one in Team Seokjin wants bad blood in their hands, but with the reputation that Tariq has, it’s certain that he’s bound to have many enemies as well.

If they’re lucky, they can leave for a mission before either brother gives them one. They become increasingly more difficult and take up more time in his day, but all of them prefer choosing their adventures than to be stuck doing one of the brother’s favors.

And as always, after his missions, Seokjin goes straight home.

He’s dead on his feet as he changes clothes and throws on an apron, cooking at the busy tavern for the rest of the night. Yoongi has been helping him a lot too, taking over the kitchen when Seokjin isn’t there, and making sure that he isn’t burning anything or falling asleep when he is. Namjoon tries to talk him out of helping at the shop, worried that he’s pushing himself too hard, but Seokjin refuses to listen. Even Taehyung tries to block his path to the tavern and send him to bed instead.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Seokjin says as soon as he gets to the door. 

It’s another one of those days. A mission retrieving an old woman’s cat had Team Seokjin running around the entire town all day. After several close calls of getting his handsome face and long arms scratched, climbing up trees and rooftops, and losing sight of the little menace, the cat eventually went back on its own. The old lady gave them each an extra coin to show her appreciation.

There are a handful of customers in the shop: a small group of women that have been frequenting the parlor room to see the two youngest sing and play music, a couple guys that seem to be catching up and sharing drinks by the bar, and a few groups eating supper at the tables.

Jimin is there too, as he always is these days, clearly flirting with you while you’re trying to work. Your bashful smile at Jimin changes to one of delight when you finally see Seokjin. “You’re home! Welcome back!”

“Sorry, I got held up,” he explains when he gets to you, kissing your cheek.

“It’s okay. We got things covered,” you assure him, pulling up a chair in front of Jimin. “Just rest up. I’ll get you something to drink.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He sinks into the chair with a sigh of relief. “Thank you. You’re an angel. I love you.”

Seokjin completely misses the surprised look you give him at his last words. Ones that nearly have you bumping into another table before you head to Hoseok’s bar. But Jimin catches it, looking between you and Seokjin with intrigue.

“How are things at the Freelancers?” Jimin starts, propping his elbow on the table and resting his chin on his knuckles.

“They’re good. It keeps me busy,” Seokjin tells him, still leaning back on his chair and keeping his eyes closed. He could fall asleep like this if he wanted to. “It makes good coin, too. If I can save up enough, maybe I can take us on a trip to my hometown.”

“Your hometown?”

“Yeah, it’s a small fishing village.” He opens his eyes and stares up at the ceiling, thinking about the letter he tried to write to his parents. Seokjin left home to become a warden, since that was what was expected of him. Despite how terrified he was of mages at the time, he worked hard on his training, only to feel miserable and out of place within the brotherhood. His friends are now people he once thought were the enemies, and he’s fallen in love with a girl he swore would turn him into a toad one day. “I’ve always wanted to take her there. Show her the pier where all the boats dock and the sea lions sunbathe, take them all to the beach and see the ocean, go fishing, maybe introduce her to my parents.”

Sometimes, he misses the salty breeze, the sound of waves crashing against each other, the gentle rocking of the boat on water, and the thrill of getting something caught in his line and pulling the fishing rod to see what it is. Sometimes, he misses the taste of his mother’s home-cooking, spending time with his father, and getting in trouble with his older brother. Sometimes, he misses home.

“That sounds nice,” Jimin replies, snapping Seokjin out of his thoughts. He sits up, almost forgetting that the florist was sitting across from him.

Honestly, he doesn’t know Jimin that well. He’s good company, sure. You clearly love him, just as much as you love the others. Hoseok and Taehyung seem to believe that he’ll be a significant person to all of you. And Jimin seems like a decent guy. He treats you well, he’s friendly with the rest of them. Just like Seokjin, he’s just trying to find his place in the dynamic between you and the others in the shop.

Because Jimin, like him, is only human.

Perhaps that’s why Seokjin offers, “You want to come with us?”

Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Me?”

“Yeah, why not? It’ll be fun to go together,” Seokjin replies with a tiny shrug. He knows you’ll be happy to have Jimin come along too.

Jimin is a bit quiet. Then, softly, and perhaps still a bit perplexed, he asks, “You really want me to?”

Before Seokjin could answer, you finally return with a couple cold beers: one for him and one for Jimin. “Sorry for the wait. Hoseok and I were talking, and Yoongi needs my help in the back. I’ll catch up with you guys later, yeah?”

“Sure, love.” Jimin reaches over to squeeze your arm reassuringly. He promises to say goodbye to you before he heads back to his shop.

“Thanks, angel,” Seokjin says with a gentle smile. One that becomes fonder as you brush his hair back and place a quick kiss on his temple.

Though, the action doesn’t go unnoticed. One table over is a group of three men on their fourth round of ale that night. As you pass by, one of them shouts, “Hey, lady, where’s my kiss?”

Mocking laughter follows as the man puckers his lips when you turn to them, confused and taken aback. And in a brief moment, you have that same, terrified look.

Suddenly, Seokjin is back to that night. At Blackstone Castle. Heading to his quarters after another unsuccessful Harrowing, catching three of his fellow wardens cornering you in a dimly-lit hall. The tremble in your voice when they interrogate you with invasive questions, how they disable you from fighting back, tugging on the clothes they’ve ripped.

Without thinking, Seokjin stands up. His hand automatically grips the hilt of his sword. All he sees is red.

At the same time, Jimin is on his feet too. For a second, Seokjin thinks Jimin is trying to hold him back, but his eyes are glaring right at the men cat-calling you. He’s holding the edge of the table so hard, his knuckles are beginning to whiten.

Before either of them could make a move, Hoseok steps away from the bar and quietly urges you to go to the back. That he’ll handle things at the front. He gives a pointed glance at both Seokjin and Jimin, wordlessly telling them to sit back down before they make things worse.

“Shit,” Jimin curses softly, letting go of the table and sliding back down on his seat. He rubs his face, a bit distressed. “Not again.”

Seokjin follows and frowns. “Has this happened before?”

“Just once, as far as I’m aware of,” Jimin reveals with an annoyed sigh, still angry about what happened. “Some asshole tried to touch her while she was cleaning a table. Jungkook saw and punched him, but it got messy. Namjoon ended up throwing that guy out.”

His frown deepens. “They didn’t tell me about this.”

“You were on a quest. What could you have done?”

“I’m going to take the day off tomorrow,” Seokjin informs you. He watches from the doorway as you apply a night cream on your face.

“As much as I’d love that, you don’t need to do that for me, Jin,” you tell him. “I know the guild is important to you.”

“You’re more important.”

You turn to face him. “Jin.”

“I miss you.” He means it. The mornings when the two of you would wake up and make breakfast together has almost become a distant memory.

The way you look at him then has his heart yearning. “I miss you, too.”

And it isn’t long before he closes the distance between you two, lips on yours in a kiss he can’t recall who started, wanting to make up for the time he lost.

Heeyeon eyes the bite-sized bruises on his neck. “There’s a meeting today.”

“I’m aware,” Seokjin replies, pretending that he doesn’t notice what she’s looking at.

It isn’t going too well. Especially with the way Jaehwan and Sunwoo are wagging their eyebrows at him.

“All the guild members have to attend,” Heeyeon continues. She doesn’t look away.

“Yes, I know.” Seokjin’s ears begin to turn red from the attention.

He doesn’t know what’s worse. That the two of you got a little carried away with just kissing, or that nothing explicit happened between you two yet. Maybe you could tell that he was tired or nervous, or maybe he was still trying to be a gentleman when you didn’t want him to be. But as he lies on your bed with you in his arms, the almost hanging over his head of what could’ve occurred that night, he realizes that there’s something he needs to tell you before he isn’t able to resist you anymore. 

Junghwan suddenly sits next to him with a shit-eating grin on his face. “So, Seokjin, my best friend. I see you enjoyed your day off yesterday.”

Jaehwan and Sunwoo snort in laughter. Even Byulyi tries to hide her smile before she tries to get them quiet down. Other people in the guild are beginning to look their way.

Seokjin couldn’t ask for better timing as Adnan stands before the entire guild. They received an important mission from the capital. 

“Our target is located around here,” he informs, pointing at a spot on the map. “We will need as many volunteers for this daunting task. My brother, Tariq, and I will also be accompanying you on this mission.”

Hearing that it will take multiple days to travel, investigate, and complete the mission has Seokjin wanting to pass it up.

Then, he hears the reward amount.

A collection of gasps and excited chatter fills the room. It’s the biggest bounty any of them have seen for one mission.

Junghwan clasps Seokjin’s shoulder and shakes it with excitement. “Did you hear that? We have to go!”

“I can’t.”

Team Seokjin all look at him with surprise. “Why not?”

“It’s… complicated,” he henges, not really sure how to explain the situation. 

After what Jimin told him, he doesn’t feel comfortable leaving you alone that long. He knows the others at the shop will take care of you, of course. And he knows that his earnings for this mission will be enough to take you all to his hometown like he had planned. But it’s still his job to protect you, even if he isn’t a warden anymore.

“Is your wife pregnant or something?” Sunwoo asks, then yelps in pain when Byulyi elbows him.

Seokjin runs his hand through his hair. He doesn’t catch what Sunwoo calls you as he answers, “It’s not that. I just… I have to talk to her about it.”

Jaehwan comments, “I’m sure you’ll find a way to convince your wife.”

Five pairs of eyes linger to the fading markings on his neck.

“I don’t think it’s up to me, Seokjin,” you tell him, hugging his arm as you sit on the front steps of the shop. Dusk colors the sky with pretty hues of orange and purple, but as the sun sinks beautifully beyond the horizon, you feel Seokjin’s eyes on you.

“I don’t have to go,” he reminds you quietly. He told you that plenty of people seemed interested in taking up the quest.

“But do you want to go?”

It’s obvious that Seokjin has found his place with the Freelancers. Despite how tired he is by the end of the day, he enjoys going on quests with his new friends, conquering daunting tasks, and reaping their rewards.

A starry-eyed Jungkook and a curious Taehyung eagerly listen when Seokjin recounts his adventures for the day. You catch him handing a lot of his earnings to Namjoon, telling him that it’s for the next trip to the market, for a night out when the shop is closed, to keep in their savings. You hear him tell Hoseok and Yoongi that he’ll buy them whatever they want too, whether it’s a new coat that Hoseok has been eyeing or some better-quality meat from the butcher Yoongi likes.

If his mission is successful, he might even take time off for a bit. Give himself a break to enjoy what he’s been missing and what he’s earned. It’d be foolish of him to refuse.

“I’ll be worried about you,” he continues with a woeful sigh. “You’ll be stuck with a bunch of 8/10s.”

“I think I’ll survive. What’s the worst that Jungkook can do?” you half-joke, but then you pause when you actually think about the possibilities. “Actually, never mind. I think we both should be very worried.”

He laughs and kisses the top of your head. “I’ll miss you.”

“Not as much as I’ll miss you.” These days, you feel like that’s all you do. You miss him. Seokjin hasn’t been around as much since he joined the guild.

“I’ll make it up when I come back.”

“Or,” you begin, suddenly sitting up and looking him in the eye, “you can make it up to me now.”

“Can I admit something?” Seokjin begins, pressing his back against the lilac-colored sofa in his room. Red burns his ears and heats his face as your clothes slip off your body and fall on the ground. He feels like his entire body is on fire as you tilt your head, stripped of everything but your panties, and wait for him to continue. “I, uh… I don’t… I told you I was in a monastery before I became a warden, right?”

“Yes. You got kicked out,” you respond, stepping out of your clothes.

“For telling bad jokes,” he henges, seeming torn between looking away and staring at your body. You’re so gorgeous, it’s making him insane. “Anyway, funny thing that the monastery teaches—”

“Jin.”

“—lust to humans is a cardinal sin, and only the Wicked indulges in such—”

“We can just kiss like last time. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Seokjin peeks at your face, glances down at your chest, and then covers his entire face with his hands, muffling a groan. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but,” he takes your hand in his, “I know that for mages and even some humans, this isn’t a big deal. But it is to me. I just want you to understand that.”

“It’s fine, Jin. I understand. Let me just—” You start to pull away, but Seokjin keeps a firm hold on your hand, refusing to let it go.

“I don’t think you do, angel,” he says, tugging you closer to him again. “What I’m trying to say is that I love you. Truly. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.”

He sees his confession sink in on you. “Jin…”

“According to the Devoted, I’m damning my soul for you, you know. The least you could say is that you love me back.”

“I love you,” you giggle, and he isn’t sure who kisses who first, but suddenly, you’re on his lap. Your hands cup his jaw, tilting his head back as you lean down to kiss him, and his hand tentatively squeezes your breast. You sigh when you pull away from his lips and start to kiss his neck, revisiting some of the hickeys you left last time. “I like when you touch me.”

“Yeah?” He practically moans. He likes when you touch him too.

His clothes are off, and you seem just as fascinated with his body as he is with yours. You practically squeal and giggle when he suddenly picks you up with his strong arms and carries you to his bed. The whites of his bedding truly make you look like an angel as you lie on top of it.

Seokjin leans over you, kissing you deeply. When he pulls back, your eyes are still closed with content. Breathless, you murmur, “I like when you kiss me, too.”

He takes this as a cue to kiss you more. Touch you more. Your body is so soft and warm. His heart races with assurance that you’re enjoying this as much as he is. That you’re letting him know how to please you.

He takes you slowly, filling you entirely. He intends to take his time with you for the first time, but the way you whine and grasp his forearm has him desperate for more. The kisses become sloppier. His own grunts and moans against your skin, against your lips, only encourage you to help him chase that climax.

But a stubborn part of Seokjin wants to take care of you first.

A loud gasp is caught from your throat and your hips jerk slightly when you feel his thumb against your clit. Experimental touches as he continues to thrust into you. “Oh, fuck, Jin, I—”

He doesn’t need you to tell him that you liked that.

You come undone for him, and Seokjin is so in awe and so in love as the waves of pleasure leave you quivering and clenching around him. There’s a light sheen of sweat on your skin, but it makes you glow. He smiles a little as he gives you a moment to catch your breath before he hooks your leg around his waist again.

You meet his gaze, a bit surprised when you feel him still hard inside you. Seokjin chuckles and leans over to kiss you again.

He makes you cum two more times before he allows himself to finish.

It’s a little before 6:00AM when he hears it.

The loud crowing of the neighbor’s damn rooster.

A groan escapes Seokjin’s lips as he tries to sink further into the blanket, pulling the covers over his head. There’s a weight on him that’s preventing him from moving, and it isn’t until you’re both under the covers when he realizes it’s you.

Your brows are furrowed, waking up a little when you feel him stirring, but your eyes are still closed. Your lips are parted slightly as your breaths are still slow and even. And you’re cutely tucked against him, bare skin touching his and hair messy from sleep.

It’s probably the first time in a while that you’ve slept through the night.

And Seokjin suddenly has another reason to like the morning. Especially if it means waking up to you.

“You know,” Seokjin begins when you wake up, still in bed and under the covers with him. “According to all the Devoted sisters in the monastery, I should’ve been struck by lightning by now.”

“That so?” you ask, voice still full of sleep.

“Yep. Lightning first, then the end of civilization as we know it.”

“It could still happen,” you reply with a smirk.

“Are you insinuating that we test that?” he questions with a mischievous smile of his own. “Naughty girl.”

Your giggles are muffled with a kiss as Seokjin rolls on top of you.

“Ah, good you haven’t left yet!” Hoseok exclaims when you and Seokjin come down the stairs sometime later. In his hand is a beaded bracelet. “Taehyung and I wanted to give this to you. It’s another good luck charm. He worked really hard finding the prettiest beads so I can make this.”

Taehyung puffs out his chest with pride and nods his head. 

Seokjin smiles as he puts it on. It reminds him of the one Hoseok gave him at Blackstone Castle when they were still weary of each other. 

Things have changed a lot since then.

“Hyung, I’ve done some research on what beasts are in the areas you’re traveling to,” Namjoon says, carrying some notes in his hands. The dark circles beneath his eyes indicate that he’s been up all night putting it together for him. “I made a list of each of their weaknesses too in case you engage in battle with them.”

Jungkook’s eyes are a bit shiny as he hugs Seokjin. “I wish I could go with you, but since I can’t, you have to stay safe so you can tell me all about your quest.”

“What do you feel like eating, hyung? I’ll cook today,” Yoongi offers, already holding a pan and a cup of coffee in his hands.

Seokjin blinks, trying not to tear up.

Unlike the others in the shop, Seokjin is just human. He doesn’t have any special abilities or arcane knowledge that the mages and familiars have. Yet, he’s still very much loved by every person at the shop.

There’s a knock at the door, and Seokjin goes to open it, knowing that there’s only one person in town that comes by when the shop is closed.

Jimin smiles at him. “Everyone in town is talking about the mission the Freelancers are taking. Are you going with them? I thought to stop by and wish you luck if you are.”

“Yeah, I’ll be heading to the meeting spot soon,” Seokjin answers as he lets him in. Everyone is still at the breakfast table, and it’s loud and lively like it usually is. As Jimin looks on, there’s a hint of loneliness and yearning on his face. Like he’s still very much an outsider to you all. “Hey, could you do me a favor?”

“Hm? Oh, sure. What is it?”

From one mortal to another, he has a simple request. “Take care of my family, okay?”

Saying goodbye to you all is more difficult than he thought it would be. He knew it’d be hard. After escaping Blackstone Castle together, you and the others haven’t really been separated at all.

Team Seokjin are all gathered at the meeting spot. There are quite a few other teams that have volunteered as well. All of them are chatting and saying goodbye to loved ones, and the two brothers seem to be in the middle of an argument as they discuss their initial plans at their debrief.

Seokjin leans his back against the tree trunk, sitting down. He’s just waiting for the debrief to be over so that they can be given further instructions, but it seems to be taking a while.

He rummages through his pack, triple-checking that he has everything he needs while he’s still in town. He has the essentials: medical supplies, food rations, a canister for water, a hunting knife, clothes and toiletries. Hoseok snuck some of his potions and antidotes in his pack as well, disguising them as medicine. A small smile forms on his lips when he finds a small alpaca doll in his bag as well. He isn’t sure who put it in there, but he’s certain it’s been enchanted to watch over him.

Then, he finds the letter that he started writing to his parents. He never finished it, and never got to send it. He starts to miss you when he sees that the last thing he wrote was about how you’re everything to him.

With time on his hand, he decides to finish it.

Dear Mom and Dad,

When you last saw your son, he was sent to Blackstone Castle. He was a mortal among mages, suspicious of them and their magic. He believed the word of the Devoted and saw them as his enemies.

That man died when Blackstone Castle fell.

The man I am now is still your son, still very much alive and well as he is handsome. He is lacking and vulnerable in many ways, but he does his best to keep pushing forward. For himself, for his new-found family. He is still the son you raised so well, but a lot of things have changed since he left home.

I hope to tell you guys all about it in person soon.

Your son, Kim Seokjin

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The Power of Understanding / Part 2 (v2)

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Rewritten v2 posted on: 2023/09/10

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Chapters: Pilot, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Summary: You have been with the Chain for a while now, as their "scholar" and translator. You know everything about them, because you are from our world. But do they know the truth about how you can understand everyone? Loosely based on the same reader in my NSFW fic, which is a very loose prequel to this one, and a work in progress. More background info to come, if I feel like it :D Isekai reader, but she doesn't know about the Linked Universe. Warnings: None. SFW. Maybe Teen? Points of interest: This is your thing if you are into the mystery of chain being able to talk to each other. I am an actual trained linguist IRL, hence this HAD to be written! Some fluffy Twilight x Reader content in this chapter.

So, what was happening to you today? You just couldn't stop thinking about Twilight for some reason. You even carried your work over the stables, having to inhale the smell of horseshit around you. 

But he was just... there. Not like he has been far away lately. You’ve literally been stuck with him (and the rest of the chain) for around two years. Your ‘situationship’ with Wild was still there, and the rest of the chain was aware of it, you were guessing.  You both weren’t exactly super subtle about it, hand holding and such and sometimes a small kiss here and there, but you were never explicit with it either. Nobody questioned anything, everybody had their… quirks, you guessed. 

Did they think you were just in a relationship, you wondered sometimes. Were they even familiar with the word, situationship? Gods, what would they think of the involvement of you, Zelda and Link at the same time, if they knew? Technically, everybody had their room in the house in Hateno, but, well... Ah, you really missed Zelda too, and her delicate fingers on… You took a breath and then sighed. You were getting distracted.

Anyway, nobody owes anyone explanations in the Chain that you learned. That was the agreement of the Links, in which you were indirectly included. If they don't want to tell, you don't force them.

Except, you pretty much knew everything. Well, you weren't really familiar with any game where all the Links were together except maybe some fanfiction where they met in the afterlife, but Wild didn't "exist" back then, from your perspective.

Now, Time was out with the others, getting some business done in Castle Town. Wild also joined him to get some ingredients for the recipes he learned from Malon.

Back to Twilight... You were watching his strong arms, brushing the horse gently. He definitely had a tall stature compared to the other Links. The Links you are in contact with are ranging from their mid to late twenties, maybe early thirties (except Wind, though he was still almost a 16/17 -year-old teenager). So, most of them were fully adults.

"Hey, I can feel ya starin', ya know, Trivia Queen,” he said with his Ordona drawl that occasionally made an appearance, sighing, while still brushing his Epona.

Right. That was your nickname. When you first arrived, you kept spouting things about them that you supposedly should not "know" about, which made the Links (except Wild, he was used to it) extremely suspicious. Over time, they got used to it, especially after finding out about your "job" at Wild's world, as a historian, linguistics scholar. So they left it at that.

The other rule was that you were not supposed to discuss one Link with another, unless you are sure you are not revealing any secrets.

...which was a rule that was established right after you revealed that Twilight is Wolfie, to Wild. Seems like the Old Man already knew (you and Wild joined the chain pretty much as the latest additions), and it was his idea to come up with it. And it was kind of unfair because Wild said he already knew Wolfie from his initial adventure! Hah, good riddance. It did end up being revealed to everyone anyway, after his near death experience.

Fair to say, you were the persona non-grata for a while. And that nickname was not Trivia Queen, but it was Trivia-something else for a while (Thanks, Vet).

"Mhm," you idly replied.

Twilight raised an eyebrow, catching you lost in thought while the stables filled with the scent of horse dung. "Hey," he called out again, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Lost in your own world again?"

You sighed, blushing slightly, and tried to shake off the daydream of you and him in a big bear hug. "Yeah, just got a bit distracted," you admitted, turning your attention back to the ranch's budget paperwork. "These numbers can be quite mesmerizing, you know."

The rancher chuckled, his eyes warm as he continued brushing his Epona. "If you say so," he replied playfully. "But I have to admit, you manage to make even the most mundane tasks seem fascinating."

You couldn't help but smile at his compliment, feeling your heart flutter slightly. "Thanks, Link. You know how to make a 'trivia queen' blush," you teased back, trying to keep the conversation light-hearted.

His grin widened, and he leaned against the stable door, looking at you with that undeniable twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, really? Well, consider it a skill I've honed over time," he said, winking playfully.

You playfully rolled your eyes, trying to hide the butterflies in your stomach. "I suppose I'll have to keep my guard up around you, then," you replied, feigning a serious tone.

Twilight chuckled, and for a moment, the two of you locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between you.

"You wish you could," he winked.

There was an unspoken awareness that, despite the friendly banter, there were lines he would not cross. You respected his relationship with Wild, and he respected your history with him. And of course, the fact that everybody's existence is but a flicker...

Yes... Who knows how long you will still be here anyway? Even the stuff with Wild and Flora is as dangerous as it is. You can literally disappear and get back to your own world, leaving them behind.

This was the thing that was stopping you from the other type of "feelings" you could catch. You never spoke about this with Wild or Flora. To be fair, not like there was any time to. You… literally had the most intense moment of intimacy one night, and less than 24 hours after that, you and Link were taken in via the portal and met with 8 other Links. Poor guy even hesitated to sleep with you in the same bedroll, literally the night after. 

 And since the adventures with the Chain started, there was this weird gloom between you two sometimes (both missing Zelda), but the respect you have for each other never disappeared. That was another unspoken agreement.

The moment you want to speak about this awkward issue of you having a heart big enough for love for other people, the reality of your existence would be bare.

Anybody can disappear, forever, anytime.

Time's return broke the moment, and you both quickly resumed your tasks, acting as if nothing significant had transpired. "So, what were you two chatting about?" Time inquired with a sly grin.

"Just discussing the ranch's budget," you replied casually, keeping things vague.

The Old Man raised an eyebrow but seemed to take your word for it. "Alright then, just remember we've got some preparations to make before the next portal appears," he said, his eyes flickering with a knowing but serious glint. It wasn't the first time he witnessed something like this.

You nodded, grateful for the diversion. "Of course, I'll get back to work."

As the day went on, you couldn't help but steal glances at Twilight, his presence always managing to captivate you. Though you were the "translation magic" of the group, your understanding of him went beyond language. It was a connection that had been forged through shared experiences and unspoken feelings of the last couple of years, despite the initial incidents you had.

And as you continued to work alongside the Chain, you held onto the hope that, in the midst of all the chaos and adventure, there might be a chance for your paths to intertwine in a more profound way. For now, you would cherish the friendly banter and the secret glances, knowing that no matter how many worlds you traveled, Twilight would be a part of your heart's journey, for now.

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28/18 Los Angeles night 4

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31/10 Los Angeles night 6

02/11 Los Angeles night 7

09/11 Los Angeles night 8

11/11 Los Angeles night 9

12/11 Los Angeles night 10

14/11 Los Angeles night 11

15/11 Los Angeles night 12

20/11 Guadalajara

22/11 Monterrey

24/11 Mexico City night 1

25/11 Mexico City night 2

27/11 Bogotá

29/11 Lima

01/12 Santiago de Chile

03/12 Buenos Aires night 3

04/12 Buenos Aires night 2

06/12 Sao Paulo night 1

08/12 Rio de Janeiro

10/12 Curitiba

13/12 Sao Paulo night 2

14/12 Sao Paulo night 3

Love On Tour 2023

26/01 Los Angeles night 13

27/01 Los Angeles night 14

29/01 Los Angeles night 15

31/01 Palm Springs night 1

01/02 Palm Springs night 2

20/02 Perth

24/02 Melbourne night 1

25/02 Melbourne night 2

28/02 Gold Coast

03/03 Sydney night 1

04/03 Sydney night 2

07/03 Auckland

11/03 Bangkok

14/03 Manila

17/03 Singapore

20/03 Seoul

24/03 Tokyo night 1

25/03 Tokyo n2

13/05 Horsens night 1

14/05 Horsens night 2

17/05 Munich night 1

18/05 Munich night 2

22/05 Coventry night 1

23/05 Coventry night 2

26/05 Edinburgh night 1

27/05 Edinburgh night 2

01/06 Paris night 1

02/06 Paris night 2

04/06 Amsterdam night 1

05/06 Amsterdam night 2

06/06 Amsterdam night 3

10/06 Slane Castle

13/06 London night 1

14/06 London night 2

16/06 London night 3

17/06 London night 4

21/06 Cardiff

24/06 Werchter

27/06 Düsseldorf night 1

28/06 Düsseldorf night 2

02/07 Warsaw

05/07 Frankfurt night 1

06/07 Frankfurt night 2

08/07 Vienna

12/07 Barcelona

14/07 Madrid

18/07 Lisbon

22/07 Reggio Emilia

#love on tour recaps #love on tour masterpost

[unhinged-summer-fun]

Danktober 2022 Masterlist

faq link | recap link

Day 01: Chernabog (Slavic Folklore) x Reader Day 02: Joel Miller x Reader Day 03: Chernabog x Reader (delayed)

Day 04: TBAD polycule Day 05: Pero Tovar x Reader Day 06: Frankie Morales x Reader

Day 07: Pero Tovar x Reader Day 08: Joel Miller x Reader Day 09: Marcus Moreno x Reader

Day 10: Frankie Morales x Reader Day 11: Daddy!Agent Whiskey x Reader Day 12: Joel Miller x Reader

Day 13: Puppy!Marcus Pike x Reader Day 14: Din Djarin x Reader Day 15: Joel Miller x Reader

Day 16: Joel Miller x Reader (delayed) Day 17: Max Phillips x Reader (delayed) Day 18: Khonshu (Moon Knight) x Reader (delayed)

Day 19: Puppy!Marcus Pike x Reader Day 20: Daddy!Agent Whiskey x Reader Day 21: Frankie Morales x Reader

Day 22: The Thief x Reader (delayed) Day 23: Frankie Morales x Reader Day 24: Boba Fett x Din Djarin x Fennec Shand

Day 25: Triptych polycule Day 26: Puppy!Marcus Pike x Reader Day 27: Puppy!Marcus Pike & Mesh Network polycule

Day 28: Marcus Moreno x Reader Day 29: Khonshu (Moon Knight) x Reader Day 30: Frank Castle (Punisher) x Reader

Day 31: Joel Miller x Reader

Danktober Weekly Roundup Posts

Week 1: Days 01-07 Week 2: Days 08-14 Week 3: Days 15-21 Week 4: Days 22-31

All of these works are cross-posted to my AO3 account (unhinged_summer_fun) with the exception of the Farmer Joel AU (which is getting its own multichapter fic treatment soon) and Day 29 (it's a deleted scene from Day 18 and I figured it'd just be nice to have for my Tumblr crowd anyway). The snippets posted for Danktober 2022 will remain up even after the story starts posting. After the event is finished, I’ll distribute the works into my masterlist links for future ease of access. (I've already started doing this, there's some unlinked placeholders all over my main masterlist)

Thanks for reading!

#unhingery #danktober 2022 #masterlist

[ratasasturianasladronesdejuzgado]

CASTLE OF CHANTILLY... PROPERTY’S PRINCIPE ANTONIO DE HANNOVER EDIMBURGH MONTPARNASSE LINLITHGOW VIANA D’ANJOU 10583288-E AUCTION CLAUSOR FONDOS HOLDING HANNOVER PRINCE & BUILDING HANNOVER PRINCE HANNOVER BANK WILHELM BANK OPERATIVO BANCA CSIC HACIENDA PUIBLICA CEE CERTIFICADO COMPUTOS ( SIN COMPUTOS LO MISMO DAÑOS AGRAVIO RA OM3525145 AR + OL4409662 AR RA) ART 117 50/1.980 CAUCION FIANZA E-37431-012 AVALES BANCO ESPAÑA..... CONSANGUINEO MONTPARNASSE D’ANJOU LINEA PATERNA WINDSOR WILHELM SAXONIAN COBURG GOTHA SIGMARINGEN HANNOVERING CAROLINGIAN EDWARDIAN CANTERBURY ASCENDENCIA.... NOTARIAL OBLIGADPO AL USO DE 2 APELLIDOS EN ESPAÑA ANTONIO J ARIAS RODRIGUEZ DNI/CIF-10.583288-E C/FÉLIX ARAMBURU Nº8 2º A OVIEDO-33007 ... UNO Y OTRO DEVENGOS LIQUIDO VARIOS CHEQUES NOMIALES ROBADOS..... EN ESOS JUZGADOS OVIEDO....ART 117 50/1.980 LEC/LECRIM  AUCTION CLAUSOR 10583288-E CAUCION FIANZA E-37431-012 LECRIM 591 LEY 1/2000 ORDEN U-3511008 INST 9 OVIEDO LEC/LECRIM LEY 30/1.992 ART 71.....DEVENGOS  845/011 DAÑO SAGRAVIO CHEQUE ROBADO DECLARADOS INSOLVENTES POR EL ESTADO LECRIM 552 553 LEC/LECRIM LECRIM 591 LEY 1/2000  BCO ESPAÑA OBLIGADO CAUCION FIANZA E-37431-012 OM3525145 AR + OL4409662 AR RA LE/LECRIM 177 777 DOLO INST 9 REQUIERA DE NOTARIA  INSPECTORA HACIENDA DPTO IVA DPTO RGTROS SR HEVIA SR NOVAL SRA P ARIAS NOTARIO D LUIS TEJUCA NOTARIA REYERO.. NOTARIAS TODAS 2 MAGISTRADOS NOTARIAS ORON TUERO COLEGIO NOTARIOS PASANTES NOTARIAS..... CANTIDADES EXACTAS VEA CUANTAS REINCIDENCIAS DOCUMENTALES TODAS REINCIDEN CHEQUES ROBADOS... BIEN SEA  APROPIACIONES INDEBIDAS HURTOS  LEC/LECRIM 298 304 C.P. 305 308 C.P. 446 447 449 C.P. 243 C.P. 248.1 C.P. LEC/LCRIM... RA 846/011 QUINQUENIOS OTRO CHEQUE ROBADO  SR TREVIN SR FERNANDEZ EXHORTOS CITACIONES LECRIM 177 777 DOLO TENGA TODOS LOS EXHORTOS CITACIONES EN AUD. NAC SEC PENAL FISCALIA  ANTICORRUPCION  REINCIDEN CHEQUE NOMINAL ROBADO ENTRE COMILLAS POR LEY 30/1.992 ART 71 BIEN SEA  APROPIACION INDEBIDA HURTO REINCIDEN “MODUS OPERANDI”R A LO QUE FALTA TODO EL ESTADO....( POR MI CONDICION DE ESPAÑOL INVERTIRE ZOC EN EMBARGOS DEL ESTADO HACIENDA SI BIEN EXISTE UN ORDEN FISCAL ORDEN JURIDICO ORDEN DE PAGO EL ZOC DESPUES EN LAS NOTARIAS SI ME INTERESA EN PROPIEDAD...... CON RA   PENSIONES LAS 2 012 ABRIL 017 31,5% PAGO AUTOMATICO 305 308 C.P. UNIDOS AR RA HUELLAS RECONOCIMIENTOS DE DEUDA BIA  CANTIDADES EXACTAS AUCTION CLAUSOR MIS FONDOS ART 117 50/1.980 TITULO SUPERIOR ILMA SRA BEGOÑA FERNANDEZ LOS TITULOS TODOS INTEGROS SUPERIOR ORDINARIOS DE D ANTONIO J ARIAS RODRIGUEZ PRINCIPE ANTONIO 10583288-E 1 AÑO INTEGROS..... UNIDOS AR RA TGSS DEST.EA0029057 (5/11/19).... INTERVENTORES REQUIERA CANTIDADES EXACTAS BIA LECRIM 177 777 SRA CRUZ INSPECTORA HACIENDA DPTO IVA DPTO RGTROS SR HEVIA SRA P ARIAS SR NOVAL NOTARIA REYERO LINEA COMPLETA D LUIS TEJUCA NOTARIO CANTIDADES EXACTAS HUELLAS PAGO AUTOMATICO 305 308 C.P. LEC/LECRIM 298 304 C.P. 446 447 449 C.P. LEC/LECRIM 243 C.P. DAÑOS IRREPARABLES ESTRANGULOS Y AL ESTADO ESPAÑOL.... DIRECTOR INSS REINCIDEN “ROBARON”  TAMBIEN LAS 2 PENSIONES... (4) NOTARIAL EL PRINCIPE ANTONIO ANTONIO J ARIAS RODRIGUEZ DNI/CIF-10.583288-E C/FÉLIX ARAMBURU Nº8 2º A OVIEDO-33′’7 ES VAMPIRO PADECE CARCINOMA BLASTOLINFATICO ETC BRAZO DCHO EPICONDLIO ATROFIA MUSCULAR OIDO IZDO OJO IZDO DIPLOPIA PAREPSIA.... ZONA SACRO LUMBAR HIPERSENSIBILIDADES SENSIBILIDADES Y ALERGIAS....PSICOLOGIA PSIQUIATRIA 10 PERFECTO DEL 010.... LA ORDEN SE E OTORGA CON FECHA 011 Y LA CAUCION FIANZA E-37431-012 (19/OCT/12) NO EXISTIO OTRO ACCIDENTE CERTIFICADO TRIPLICADO (17/7/012) RECIPROCO.... ...EL ULTIMO OTRO MAS DAÑOS X AGUA CON EL PLEITO INCICIADO... 2786/09 INSTR 4 C/CARDENAL CIENFEGOS OVIEDO UCCELLINI 10583288-E EMPRESA Y SOCIEDAD OBLIGADO POR LOS CITES “ COLABORADORES” PROPIEDAD UNICA Y EXCLUSIVAMENTE POLIZA DEL PRINCIPE ANTONIO  ***CERTIFICACIONES SON SAGRADAS SIN IMPUGNACION******* SR FUMANAL PROCURA OBLIGADO..... DAR TRASLADO NOTIFICAR EN FORMA Y PLAZO EJECUCION SENTENCIA UNICA SUPLICA 33/012 SIN REVOCACION DE AUD. SEC 4ª ROLLO 248/012 DEL 24/JULIO/012...***** CONTRA ESO NO HAY NADA******** NO HAY POSIBILIDAD DE CASACION ALGUNA******* RA OTRO CHEQUE NOMINAL ROBADO LAS 2 PENSIONES INTEGRAS DIRECCCION COMPLETA DNI/CIF-10.583288-E BIA Y CTA BCO HERRERO ULTIMA MENSUALIDAD..... “ POSIBILIDADDE CAMBIO DOMICILIO BANCARIOS WILHELM BANK & HANNOVER BANK OPERATIVO BANCA CSIC....  COSTAS TITULOS A PARTE RA.... BCO ESPAÑA OBLIGADO....LEC/LECRIM LEY 1/2000 LEY 30/1.992 ART 71 INST 9 DOLO U-3511008 E-37431-012 

PENAL 1 EMPLAZADO SEPTIEMBRE 017********* ILMA SRA MARTA PALACIOS INSTR 1 OVIEDO******** ART 117 50/1.980 EL AUTICON CLAUSOR CONHUELLAS DACTILARES INSTR1 PENAL 1 OBLIGADOS.. NO SOLO CERTIFICACIONES ART 117 50/1980 HACIENDA CEE 8/EN/08.. SINO POR LEY 57 DE REMISION TSJAS.... Y POR LEC/LECRIM 86 165 404 24 C.P. AUD. NAC SEC PENAL LEC/LECRIM AUCTION CON HUELLAS NOTIFIQUE DE TRASLADO.. SERVICIO NOTIFICACIONES EJECUCIONES TANTO CHEQUES NOMINALES COMO AUCTION CLAUSOR Y FECHA CELEBWRACION VISTA PENAL 1 1º HUECO MAS DE 6 AÑOS 1 AÑO ART 117 50/1.980 LEC/LECRIM LECRIM 109 LEY 29/1.998 ....MANIPULACIONFECHAS REINCIDEN DISCULPA NINGUNA DOLO INST 9Y CELEBRACION.. COGIERON A LILO CON MANIPULACION Y A QUIEN MAS PORQUE LLEVA VD MAS DE 6 AÑOS.. NO INTERRUMPE PLAZOS DE EJECUCION NI CELEBRACION VISTA PENAL EXISTEN CON  RA  DILIGENCIAS AMPLIATORIAS TURNO TRASLADO... AMPLIATORIAS TENGO FISCAL EN BESCIA LOMBARDIA CERTIFICACIONES UNIDOS AR RA (5/11/19) TGSSS DE NOTARIA... Y  AR RA 3/5/16.....UNIDOS AR RA ....REMISION TSJAS 13/05/16...***** DISCULPA NINGUNA EN LO CONCERNIENTE A DCHO FISCAL ES UN PAGO FRACCIONADO IRPF (0) DEL ESTADO CON RA POR LEY 50/1.980 ART 117.... CON RA CONSULTELO  DCHO FISCAL APLICABLE JURISPRUDENCIA INTERNACIONAL COLEGIOS DE FISCALES DE NOTARIOS Y PERITOS UNIFORMIDAD DE CRITERIOS CONUNO VALDRIA VEA TODOS LOS QUE TENGO.... OM3525145 AR + OL4409662 AR RA 2 FISCALES DEL ESTADO DE HACIENDA CEE SRAS MARI NIEVES Y SRA MARIA JESUS... “LEGADOS”

.......AUTO INSTR 3 Nº000132/011 BANDA DE RATAS VERDADEROS HIJOS DE PUTA ASTURIANOS LADRONES HASTA DE VIDA. ALGARROBOS COLEGIADOS...RATAS ASESINAS EN POTENCIA CERDOS DE ENGORDE DEL BCO Y JUZGADOS......GITANOS HIJOS DE PUTA LADRIONES EN VEZ DE PAGAR ESTABAN ROBANDO.... OPERACION FERRARI OPERACION POLA LENA PREVIAS OPERACION LINEA TGSS MADEJA 4 TGSS MADEJA 5 GANCHILLO..OPERACION CAMA REDONDA.....ROBANDO LA LINEA OPERACION INSS MANELLI CANGUETA INTERELACION MINA...RIMADA... INTERLACIONES TODAS LOPEZ SMETZ INST 9 INTERALACION  CORPORATIVA GLOBAL QUE SE LES ESCAPA DE INST 9.....DIRECTOR CAPDEVILLA CORPORATIVA GLOBAL BCO SANTANDER Y SR D ALFREDO APODERADIO.... ADEMAS DEL DIRECTOR BCO ESPAÑA OBLIGADO ASIGNACIONES..  APO ALLIANZ A/28007748 SEGUROS REASEGUROS Y SECUACES... OTROS CALIFICATIVOS NI SOÑARLO COMPRE UN DICCIONARIO DE LA REAL ACADEMIA ESPAÑOLA NI TAN SIQUIERA MALSONANTE EVIDENCIAS CERTIFICADO Y ESCRITO..... OTROS CALIFICATIVOS NI SOÑARLO********** “CARIÑO” NO.. FALTA NO***** PENAL REINCIDEN VAROS DELITOS EN GRADO SUPERLATIVO DELITOS CONTRA LA LIBERTAD VOLUNTAD JUSTICIA DELITOS CONTRA EL ESTADO > GRADO > CUANTIA..TIMO ESTAFA MALVERSACION FONDOS EXPOLIO HURTOS ROBOS APROPIACIONES INDEBIDAS DESORDENES SOCIOECONOMICOS.... TIMO ESTAFA REINCIDEN MANIPULACION APROPIACIONES INDEBIDAS COMPUTOS.... MALVERSACION FONDOS .. “SALAS DE NUEVA YORK LONDRES PARIS” ESOS CALIFICATIVOS Y PEOR AUN.... LOS DE PENAL OSCENOS NINGUNO Y LOS DECIVIL PLEITO CERRADO 30/08/16.... CERTIFICACIONES POSTERIORES A ESA FECHA NINGUNA PENAL 1 EMPLAZDO 1 AÑO..... CARIÑO . NO.  LOS DE CIVIL,IMPARABLE INTRATABLE INNEGOCIABLE IRREVERSIBLE IRPF (0) INEVITABLE IRREMEDIABLE E INDEFENDIBLES PENAL CUMPLIRAN CONDENA REINCIDEN MAYOR GRADOPRIVACION 3º GRADO BANDA COHECHO.... 

ABREV. Nº0001084/011 ABREV. Nº0004.666/014  AR RA 3/05/16 REMISION TSJAS 13/05/16....ART 117 50/1980 LEC/LECRIM AUCTION CLAUSOR MIS FONDOS 10583288-E HOLDING HANNOVER PRINCE & BUILDING HANNOVER BANK OPERATIVO BANCA CSIC ALTAS HACIENDA COMPUTOS...CAUCION FIANZA E-37431-012 CORRO AVALES BCO ESPAÑA SI ME INTERESA EN PROPIEDAD ZOC DESPUES NOTARIAS SON MIOS BIENES ADQUIRIDOS” AUCTION” CLAUSOR AÑADA INDIVIDUAL MIS EMPRESAS ADEMAS DE COMPUTO GLOBAL...AL SER EL BCO MIO HANNOVER BANK WILHELM BANK TENGO CREDITO CON EL BO ESPAÑA AL 1%... 20 AÑOS CON 2 DE CARENCIA “ VALORES”..... Y CON LA BANCA AMERICANA AL 0,8%..... NOTARIAL VALORES.. NI ESTAN EN VENTA NI ALQUILER LIBRES DE CARGAS GRAVAMENES SERVIDUMBRES Y ENCLAVES .LEC/LECRIM LECRIM 757 LEY 57...57 57 . MIRE VD EL AUCTION TIENE QUE DAR TRASLADO IGUAL QUE LA EJECUCION RECIBI LAS POLIZAS TODAS MIAS UNICA Y EXCLUSIVAMENTE MIAS INCLUYEN ROBOS SUSTRACIONES PERDIDAS LO MISMO BANCO ESPAÑA LOS TITULOS TODOS MIOS UNICA Y EXCLUSIVAMENTE MIOS SUPERIOR “FIN DATRASLADO NOTIFICA ILMA SRA BEGOÑSA FERNANDEZ EN FORMA Y PLAZO 1 AÑO.. TITULO SUPERIOR ART 117 50/1.980 FIN” INTEGRO**+ LECRIM 774***** EMPLAZADO PENAL 1 SEPT 017****** 1 AÑO  ART 117 50/1980 LEC/LECRIM LECRIM 109 LEY 29/1998.....

PENAL 1 NOTIFIQUE FECHA CELEBRACION VISTA 1º HUECO.. DOLO INST 9..CHEQUES NOMINALES  DIRECCCION COMPLETA DNI/CIF-10.583288-E CANTIDADES SAGRADAS EXACTAS.. CASACION NINGUNA... COMO FALTE UNA PESETA ROBAS AL ESTADO ESPAÑOL********** SON 7 EUROMILLONES 4 DE LA CRUZ ROJA Y MAS DE 500 MILLONES DE PEDREAS DE MAS DE 53 AÑOS  54 AÑOS... AÑO EN CURSO..*****************.COMPENSACIONES DESPUES DISCULPA NINGUNA... DESDE EL 19/OCT/12  21 DIAS LEY 1/2000 8/NOV/012 BCO ESPAÑA  ASIGNACIONES OBLIGA EL ESTADO ESPAÑOL LLEVAN MAS DE 10 AÑOS Y CON EL EMPLAZAMIENTO PENAL 1 MAS DE 6 AÑOS CON RA RA RA RA RA RA RA DILIGENCIAS AMPLIATORIAS TURNO SALA Y TRASLADO BRESCIA LOMBARDIA....

 AUCTION CLAUSOR MIS FONDOS 10583288-E > LEY DE EXPROPIACIONES FORZOSAS LEY 16/DIC/1954  ART 24 LITERAL PENAL 1 FUERZAS DE ORDEN PUBLICO DESALOJOS > GRADO LEC/LECRIM NO SOLO DESALOJOS FUERZAS DE ORDEN PUBLICO SINO CARCEL CARCEL PRIVACION 3º GRADO REINCIDENTES COMPUTOS PENAL 1 LEC/LECRIM 298 304 C.P. 305 308 C.P. 446 447 449 C.P LEC/LECRIM 243 C.P. 248.1 C.P. NI ESTAN EN VENTA NI ALQUILER NI INMUEBLES NI LOCALES NI PALACIOS NI CASTILLOS NI CABALLOS NI JUGADORES DE FUTBOL NI EQUIPOS DE FUTBOL....TODO ASEGURADO 1 AÑO.... REINCIDEN MANIPULACION CTAS SECRETAS PRESIDENTES FEDERACIONES CLUBS DE FUTBOL PRESIDENTES CLUBS PRIVACION 3º GRADO REINCIDEN TANTO EN APROPIACIONES INDEBIDAS JOAN LAPORTA BARCELONA CF ADEMAS DE MANIPULACION APROPIACIONES INDEBIDAS FERRAN LEWANDOWSKI....PRESIDENTE . PSG MESSI  NUNO MENDES VERRATI... COMPUTOS HACIENDA CEE INTERVENTORES SALA CHEQUES POINTS AVALES TRABAJO SE EXPROPIARON LOS JUGADORES LIGA DE FUTBOL PROFESIONAL TRABAJO AVALES MIOS BCO ESPAÑA MEJORAN CONTRATO HOLDING HANNOVER PRINCE & BUILDING HANNOVER PRINCE 10583288-E HACIENDA COMPUTOS.....COBRAN TODO MEJORAN CONTRATO POR OBJETIVOS TANTO ENTRENADORES COMO JUGADORES DE FUTBOL LIGA PROFESIONAL VAN A LOS EQUIPOS QUE YO LES MANDE PENAL NO PAGARON NI TRANFERMARK NI AXA NI SOTHEBY’S NI MAPFRE....CASOS DEL SRA LOPERA PRESIDENTE DEL R. BETIS CLUB DE FUTBOL SR DEL NIDO PRESIDENTE DEL SEVILLA CF .AVALES BCO ESPAÑA 19/OCT/12 CAUCION FIANZA E-37431-012 .DNI/CIF-.10583288-E 

EL R OVIEDO COMPUTOS EN ENERO COMENZARA LA TEMPORADA DE 0....IGUAL QUE EL MADRID COMUNIDAD Y EL CHIEVO VERONA  AVALES BCO ESPAÑA 19/OCT/12.....TENDRA QUE JUGAR DOS PARTIDOS POR SEMANA... NO AFECTA A NINGUN CLUB TIENEN SOLAMENTE QUE JUGAR 2 PARTDO MAS LOS CLUBS ESPAÑA E ITALIA 1 PARTIDO MAS 

 HUELLAS DACTILARES  TODOS PRESIDENTES FEDERACIONES CLUBS PENAL1 OVIEDO Y PENAL EN TODOS LADOS... HOLDING HANNOVER PRINCE & BUILDING HANNOVER PRINCE 10583288-E LAS LEYES SON PARA TODOS IGUALES.. LAS FEDERACIONES OBLIGADAS NI ETAN EN VENTA NI ALQUILER JUGADORES DE FUTBOL NI EQUIPOS AVALES.. LIBRES DE CARGHAS GRAVAMENES SERVIDUMBRES Y ENCLAVES  CORRO.. ZOC DESPUES NOTARIAS VALOR MAS ANTIGUO MEJOR CAUCION FIANZA E-37431-012 CERTIFICACIONES

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[northeastjobs]

Hylton Castle Primary School - Lunchtime Assistant x 2

Hylton Castle Primary School are seeking to recruit 2 x Lunchtime Assistant Contract Type: Permanent | Working Pattern: Part time - term time | Salary: £21,029 - £21,189 | Advert End Date: 22/09/2023 12:00 |  http://dlvr.it/SvfkWm

#NEJobs #PublicSector

[danthinker]

Ficha de información

Nombre: Danilo, o simplemente Dan

Edad: 19 años

Cumpleaños: 27 de Agosto, nacido en 2004

Sexo: Hombre

Orientación sexual: hetero (lo digo por si acaso)

País: Colombia (les invito una empanada, y natillas para navidad)

Estado actual: Soltero, estudiante universitario, Ing de sistemas

Proyectos actuales: FNF' : AlterTrack ; FNF Girlfriend Sings Back

[Stand by indefinido]

["Project Rocky Hds" ; "Project VTC" ; "Project HC"]

[Stand by parcial]

["Project Deep Shadows"]

+ Cuenta Pricipal de desarrollo de proyectos y contenido +

@dandream235

+ Cuenta Secundaria personal de expresión de ideas y opiniones +

@danthinker

Redes sociales:

- Twitter (X) -

+ Cuenta principal : @ DanDream235

+ Cuenta secundaria / política : @ Danilojcm_col

+ Cuenta de DanDev (T) : @ FNFGFSingsBack

[ Cuenta principal para FNF, donde su iré el contenido de 'Girlfriend Sings Back' (tengo pendiente averiguar que otro nombre ponerle, pues... va a haber un remake, pero a lo grande!) y 'AlterTrack' ]

(Tengo planeado hacerlo, pero no sé todavía como, y tampoco si lo haría solo o con más personas)

- Discord -

Única Cuenta : dandream235 / DanDiscDream#9262

- Wattpad -

Única cuenta : @ DanDream235

- YouTube -

Única cuenta : @ dandream235

(Más que todo la cuenta, todavía no se que hacer con el canal)

- Ko-Fi -

+ DanDream235 +

+ Cuenta "Principal" : @dandream235

(Todavía no la uso)

Usernames y usuarios de videojuegos:

- Minecraft -

+ DanDream235 +

( A veces varía, uso launchers No Premium )

[30/08/2023] Compré Minecraft Premium :D

[08/03/2024] Me añaden? podemos jugar :)

- Steam -

+ DanDream235 +

(Juegos con Steam : Terraria, TModLoader, Stumble Guys, UNDERTALE, DELTARUNE, PUBG, Among Us, ARK, BattleBlock Teather, Call of Duty, CS:GO, Geometry Dash, Poly Bridge 1 y 2, Dungeon Defenders, Cobalt, Castle Crashers, Human Fall Flat, Plague Inc, Left 4 Dead 2)

- Geometry Dash -

+ SealedVenus +

(Larga historia)

- Roblox -

+ SealedVenus235 / DanBloxDream +

(Si, larga historia, algún día la contaré)

- Xbox -

+ DanDream235 +

(Pa' cuando repare mi Xbox 360 o me consiga una One o una Series S, π π π π)

Trataré de actualizarlo con el paso del tiempo, e intentaré no borrar links viejos, solo por si acaso

Redes Sociales "eliminadas":

Una cuenta de Twitter llamada @ FNFDisbeliefGF , un proyecto cancelado que en serio me arrepiento de la idea inicial con la que lo quería hacer. Tal vez a futuro haga una reimaginación del concepto, solo que menos cringe :p . Me olvidé de la contraseña y no se si pueda volver a acceder. Link :

(Edit 13/09/2023): Si tengo el acceso, solo que lo había olvidado xd, igualmente no creo hacer algo con esa cuenta

(Edit 08/03/2024): No tengo el acceso, y Twitter no colabora, tmr

(Edit 27/04/2024): Sigo intentando, pero carajo, todo por el operador del número, me cago en la la put-

La cuenta de FNF' AlterTrack: @ FNFAlterTrack ha sufrido una especie de Shadowban o algo así, ya que tiene alcance limitado, por lo que quedará algo archivada, a menos que claro, se reviva con el desarrollo del mod

La anterior cuenta de @ DanDevDream de Twitter/X ha sido, por decirlo así, desabilitada, en el sentido de ya no ocuparla más, pues por temas personales que creo puse en mis últimos tweets, decidí empezar de 0 en una nueva, la cual está en mi biografía en DanDevDream

(Edit 27/04/2024): Sufrió un shadowban, carajo

[igazikutya]

Zajok a nappaliból - 2022 TOP12 LP és EP/Single megjelenései

Az eredmény pár ponton engem is meglepett - egy pontrendszerrel dolgoztam - vagyis magammal is tudnék vitatkozni. Van két kazetta is az albumok között, illetve beengedtem az albumok közé a válogatásokat is. Egyetlen magyar, Hortobágyi Laci bácsi került be zseniális életmű-kivonatával hazánkból.

Top 12 LP - 2022

1. Anatolian Weapons - May That War Be Cursed - Vol. 1-2 [2022, Lurid Music][RmxLP] 2. Vril & Rodhad - Out of Place Artefacts II [2022, WSNWG][LP] 3. Scanner - The Homeland of Electricity [2022, DiN][LP]

4. Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - Districts, Roads, Open Space [2022, Castles in Space][LP] 5. Hortobágyi László - Transociety Relics [2022, áMARXE][2LP] 6. Lucy - Lucy Plays Wanton Witch [2022, Stroboscopic Artefacts][LP]

7. Phase Fatale - Burning the Rural District [2022, Hospital][LP] 8. German Army - Endless Suburb [2022, Natural Sciences][MC] 9. Panoram - Acrobatic Thoughts [2022, Running Back][LP]

10. Posthuman - Echo Almaz East [2022, The Dark Outside][MC] 11. Paralell Manifesto - 2044 [2022, Ilian Tape][LP] 12. VA - Elsewhere XX [2022, Kalahari Oyster Cult][LP-Comp]

akik pedig kimaradtak: 13. Carmen Villain - Only Love From Now On [2022, Smalltown Supersound][LP] 14. Synapscape - The Stable Mind [2022, Ant-Zen][LP] 15, VA - Modernation Vol. 4 [2022, Italo Moderni][LP-Comp] 16. Biosphere - Shortwave Memories [2022, Biophon][LP] 17. Golden Bug - Piscolabis [2022, La Belle][LP] 18. NZE NZE - Adzi Akal [2022, Teenage Menopause][LP] 19. Edward Ka-Spel & Motion Kapture - Anagramma [2022, Rustblade][LP] 20. Lucrecia Dalt - ¡Ay! [2022, Rvng Intl.][LP] 21. Various Artists - Sheva [2022, Malka Tuti][LP-Comp] 22. Steve Roach - Zones, Drones & Atmospheres [2022, Projekt][LP] 23. Interstellar Funk - Into The Echo [2022, Dekmantel][LP] 24. Funki Porcini - Where The Sauce Is Deluxe [2022, Self-Released][LP]

Top 12 EP/Single - 2022

1. Orphx & Kareem - As Your Skies Are Fading Away [2022, Zhark][EP] 2. Tapan feat. Decha - Twenty [2022, Malka Tuti][S] 3. Red Axes - Rhythm Passage [2022, Phantasy Sound][EP]

4. Tapan - Novi Svet [2022, Offen Music][EP] 5. Khidja - Something in the Water [2022, Hivern Discs][EP] 6. Guava - Guitarist [2022, Tread][EP]

7. Acronym - Millennial Lowlife [2022, Benthic][EP] 8. Henry Greenleaf - Kirkstone [2022, Redstone Press][EP] 9. Sciama - Myriad [2022, Auxiliary][EP]

10. Artefakt - Brain Dripper [2022, Delsin][EP] 11. Konduku - Mantis 09-10 [2022, Delsin][2EP] 12. Tornado Wallace Presents - Dream Corner [2022, Basic Spirit][S]

és akik nem fértek fel: 13. Sabla & Đ.K. - Totem Society [2022, Worship][MC] 14. Brendon Moeller - Highly Concentrated [2022, Delsin][EP] 15. Fred Quest - Who Would You Have Been [2022, Holding Hands][EP] 16. Univac - Helicon [2022, Mindri][EP] 17. Al Wootton - Wyre [2022, TRULE][EP] 18. ASC - Return of the Emissary Remixes [2022, Auxiliary][EP] 19. Silent Servant - Optimistic Decay [2022, L.I.E.S.][S] 20. Pariah - Caterpillar [2022, Voam][S] 21. The Black Dog - Dubs Volume 4 - Suburbia [2022, Dust Science][EP] 22. Blac Kolor - Roots [2022, Ant-Zen][S] 23. VA - Space Cadets x Adam Pits x Lisene - Warp Drive [2022, Planet Euphorique][EP] 24. Gazelle Twin - The Wastelands [2022, Anti-Ghost Moon Ray][EP] Januárban jönni fognak a Grande Traxelektor összegzések is természetesen.

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[pollylynn]

Title: Nautilus WC: 850

“It’s probably no big deal.” 

—Kate Beckett, Love Me Dead (2 x 09)

His daughter is a nice kid. That doesn’t surprise her any more—not the way it did when she first met him. She’s nice. She has a good head on her shoulders. She’s earnest and a mixture of self-reliant in some ways an a little immature in others. It makes sense, she supposes, given him and, she has to admit, especially given the girl’s mother. She’s had to do for herself in a host of ways and, given Castle’s overprotective tendencies, she hasn't been asked or maybe even allowed to do for herself in others. And she’s attached to him, obviously and unsurprisingly. The two of them are attached to each other, and she has to hand it to him. He’s raised a nice kid. 

. . . who knows an awful lot about her. 

She’s trying not to be weirded out by it—the confident opening after the almost comically formal Thank you for taking the time to meet with me Detective. She is reasonably sure she managed at least not looking weirded out by the the sudden declaration: I understand you did a semester abroad, and I know Paris isn’t Kiev, but . . . 

It’s an absurd thing to be weirded out by. Of course he knows she studied abroad, despite the fact that she has never told him any such thing. But she’d categorically refused to elaborate on her Russian gangster’s moll persona after their adventure in Chinatown. Of course, he would have wheedled as many details as possible out of Ryan and Esposito immediately after said adventure. She understands that’s how he works. He develops infuriatingly good hunches and displays equally infuriating skill in following them. 

What she doesn’t understand is how any of this translates into dinner table conversation that someone as wildly overprotective as he is would consider suitable for his teenage kid’s tender ears. Because she knows he's not sharing tales of himself about to die of a self-inflicted Russian mobster wound. And she has to believe that he’s not regaling his daughter with her adventures in pantslessness. So how do the dry details of her college career even come up? More to the point: Why does he even care?

That may actually be the question. Why does he care? What does he care about? 

He’s a writer. She gets that, sort of. She has a vague sense and the memory of the murderboard in the Bat Cave to tell her that—loath as she is to admit it—there is some work involved in what he does. He’s not exactly Michelangelo chipping away all the bits that are not Nikki Heat, but the Nikki that ends up on the page does emerge out of backstory, some of which he’s left on the cutting room floor, to mix a metaphor. 

So he lives his life dreaming up ways to provoke her not just into externalizing her thought processes—which, by the way, have always worked just fine as internal thought processes—but into sharing about her mother, into coughing up details about the secrets she kept from her dad when she was his daughter’s age. 

It’s on that last point that he loses her. Or she gets lost there, at least, because how can that possibly matter? What deftly shaded nuance can her adolescent secrets possibly impart to Nikki Heat? 

Contemplating all this may be what’s actually weirding her out. 

Things with him are like the very start of the yellow brick road. When the powers that be conspired against her and she took those first resentful steps on to that path, everything was well within sight. His motives seemed as clear as they were clichéd—he was dead set on a conquest and while he was pressing every single one of her buttons, as well as a few he had installed himself, he’d shake her down for details for a book he might or might not ever write. 

She has, since then, moved further along that road, the two of them spiraling out together. She has come to accept that he is invested in the work. Even though his dogged interference on that first case might have been   boredom or morbid curiosity or a thinly veiled excuse to pursue her, she knows that their rift last spring—his banishment—wounded him in ways that go well beyond the clichéd. She’s come to accept that the thoughts he coaxes out of her as they work a case are a net positive—that the ways they challenge each other’s thinking are a recipe for success and he’s proud of that. He values it. 

But he talks to his daughter about her college days. He might well want to know all the secrets that she kept from her dad, even if they’re boring, innocent, teenage things that simply looked silly in the light of day. He might be invested in more than the work and that’s a possibility that she didn’t see coming when they stepped out on to this wide spiral arm of the yellow brick road they’re on. 

She’s trying hard not to be weirded out by that. 

A/N: The dreadmill lives. Brain Poneh cannot let go of the issue of conduits of information here. It's hard not to picture Beckett squirming, at this stage of the game, to think she's a topic of dinner table conversation.

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[h4chi]

SOMEDAY

summary yn is a famous musician who has always dreamt of having her own castle to explore, no school to attend and a simple life. prince park sunghoon, on the other hand, would rather see the world from a stage than staying inside of his family’s enormous castle, being obliged to attend important, royal meetings. eventually, yn is invited one day at the park’s castle to meet the royal family before performing at the annual Hybe beneficial concert, and that’s where she meets sunghoon, who has finally convinced his parents to let him attend the famous “HAC”. but the next thing they know is that they’re in the other’s body.

pairing prince sunghoon x rock star, female reader

genre “strangers” to friends to lovers, young adult, speculative romance, social media au + short written chapters, crack (if i’m funny enough for your standards), fiction

featuring enhypen, lee chaeyeon and kim minju (ex iz*one), ningning (aespa), yangyang (nct), ive, bahiyyih (kep1er), txt, loona

warnings swearing, probably angst, slow burn romance, mentions of food, suggestive jokes, sometimes using seulgi pics for reference, more will be added

status COMPLETED

start jan 27 2022 end mar 31 2022

taglist CLOSED! send an ask to be added : @abdiitcryy @lunaflvms @msxflower @rionah @certainyouthpeanut @blxckcatner0 @tadpoltail @qghosty @papiibuprofen @wonieleles @jjklvr00 @sophhloaff @arizejkt19 @reallyraesn @nishmrriki @rrvvby @soobin-chois @jiawji (italics couldn’t be tagged)

disclaimers english is not my first language. this work is inspired by makoto shinkai’s your name and barbie’s princess & the popstar. this story is purely fiction, anything that also happened in real life is just a coincidence. the character’s behavior does not necessarily reflect the idol’s one in real life.

profiles rock stars | royals | others

01. cause you’re a Slay!

02. that’s P, i guess [written]

03. i’m not using the restroom today

04. girlbossing. or should i say boybossing [written]

05. u don’t see shit 😂 [written]

06. that dog from the russia meme [written]

07. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7-Eleven

08. i was just messing w you silly !

09. cray-cray-crazy

10. why did i wake up to my hair looking like this ???

11. cara revenge vengeance

12. did u think it would be funny

13. do we act like we know each other [written]

14. sofia the first kinnie

15. butterfly by loona [written]

16. he doesn’t even know me

17. get in loser we’re going shopping

18. monster high fright song

19. you’re so sexy /j

20. yo no hablo español

21. oh back when i was younger [written]

22. smule karaoke [written]

23. the real sofia shady

24. is this my breakdown week

25. 어떡해 [written]

26. 7 rings [written]

27. run2u

28. pay me the rent 💛💛

29. no twilight slander

30. it happened.

31. main dancer material

32. sumin autograph

33. darari challenge

34. in my dreams (you love me back) [written]

35. the internet is setting them up

36. oh i see how it is

37. another one

38. we don’t talk about brunaur

39. friendly my ass

40. just confess already

41. it’s the real sofia shady

42. howl’s moving castle [written]

43. (epilogue) no more dream

bonus chapters

good days in my mind

© H4CHI 2022 do not copy or repost anywhere.

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[statelies]

(   *  💀  /  jessie mei li, questioning, she/they )  —  is that emmeline vance i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty year old hufflepuff, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are industrious & compassionate as well as blunt & graceless. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re muggleborn, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: falling asleep studying over open books, split open pomegranates, working under flickering candlelight, casual intimacy between friends, a kitchen full of laughter.

CHARACTER INSPIRATION: Izzie Stevens (Grey’s Anatomy), Callie Torres (Grey’s Anatomy) (+ Sara Ramirez, the they/she icon we all deserve), Kara Danvers (Supergirl), Charles Boyle (Brooklyn 99), Alina Starkov (Shadow and Bone), Janet (Not a Girl) (The Good Place), Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds).

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Implied Racism.

LINKS: Pinterest. Playlist (Coming Soon).

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

I N T R O

full name ➵ Emmeline Huan Vance

nicknames ➵ Emmy; Emma; Line; Em; Melly; Melsy; Vance; Hurricane

pronouns ➵ she/they/her/them

birthdate / age ➵ October 24th, 1959, 09:47 am / 20 years old

birthplace ➵ Brighton, East Sussex

childhood home ➵ Unknown home in Brighton, East Sussex — 162 Orchard Croft, Harlow, Essex

current residence ➵ Hogwarts, Scotland

religion ➵ agnostic; paternal grandparents were Methodist ( Protestant ) while maternal grandparents were also Christian

occupation ➵ full - time student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

P H Y S I C A L

height ➵ 5 feet, 2 inches / 157.5 cm

weight ➵ 48 kg / 106lb

body type ➵ hourglass shaped figure

hair ➵ dark brown, bordering on black; soft and wavy

eye color ➵ dark brown

dominant hand ➵ right

FC ➵ Jessie Mei Li

voice ➵ Jessie Mei Li

special characteristics ➵

small waist

has a birthmark on her right ankle that looks like an apple

pierced septum

smells of ➵

lavender hand lotion

pomegranate

cardamom, jasmine and orange blossom perfume

E M O T I O N A L

zodiac ➵ scorpio sun (x); sagittarius rising; cancer moon

MBTI ➵ ISFJ (“The Defender”)

positive traits ➵ industrious; compassionate; generous; warmhearted; benevolent; selfless; observant; honest; personable; kind.

negative traits ➵ blunt; graceless; meticulous; well-meaning; impatient; internalizes feelings; oversensitive; tactless; overbearing; clumsy.

likes ➵ Pumpkin pasties; duelling club; laughter; the rush of incoming patients; cooking for friends; Ballycastle Bats; Diagon Alley; being barefoot at the beach; roadtrips; apple juice; hugs from friends; nicknames; vanilla candles; the heat of a boiling cauldron; Sugar Quills; warm sweaters; pizza; pomegranate seeds; cheek kisses; taking photographs; finishing essays early; coffee with milk and two sugars; Queen; Aston Villa; cats

dislikes ➵ spam (the food); apparition; the Daily Prophet; starless nights; Kenmare Kestrels; karaoke; losing bets; skinned knees; snakes; pigeons; the colour fuschia (it’s too bright); ticking clocks; banana flavouring; funerals; Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans; Celestina Warbeck; mayonnaise; blue M&Ms; her lao ye; the word mudblood; leprechauns; fans of Kenmare Kestrels; losing football matches; witch Halloween costumes; rugby

amortentia ➵

birthday cake

fresh mint

old books

orange blossom

M A G I C

blood status ➵ muggleborn

wand ➵ Aspen, dragon heartstring core, 8 inches, hard

wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. An infamous and secretive eighteenth-century duelling club, which called itself The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands. In my experience, aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.

patronus ➵ Hippo

E D U C A T I O N

Hogwarts class ➵ Hufflepuff, 1981

extracurriculars ➵

Hufflepuff Prefect / September 1979 - June 1981

Herbology Club & Greenhouse Keepers / September 1977 - June 1981

Toothill Duelling Club / September 1979 - June 1981

Wenlock Study Club / September 1979 - June 1981

courses & exams ➵

Ancient Runes - O

Astronomy - E

Charms - O

Defense Against the Dark Arts - O

Herbology - O

History of Magic - O

Muggle Studies - O

Potions - O

Transfiguration - O

Care of Magical Creatures - E

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

health ➵

walnut allergy

hayfever

pets ➵

Jíngyi; the long-eared owl

Shu; the white cat

handwriting ➵ Abuget

F A M I L Y

Deirdre (née Wilkinson) Vance ➵ paternal grandmother; retired nurse; deceased May. 1980

Edward Vance ➵ grandfather; retired soldier and miner; deceased Jan. 1980

Xiulan Wong ( Wong Xiulan ) ➵ maternal grandmother (lao lao); homeschooled; housewife; alive

Da Wong ( Wong Da ) ➵ maternal grandfather (lao ye); homeschooled; shop-owner; alive

Dr. Cillian Vance ➵ father; worked for/with the Red Cross UK (and the Hong Kong Red Cross); alive

Mei (née Wong) Vance ➵ mother; teaching assistant; alive

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌

emmeline had always known they were different. at first, it was because of her skin, the way she looked and spoke and could never find anyone to play with on the playground, her chinese middle name and her lao lao being the one to pick her up from school every morning. she would cry to her mother at night, cling to her arms like they were the port keeping her safe from the storm, and listen to her father sing, voice warm and tender as she drifted to sleep, but she never got the answers for why she was treated differently — never got answers for why she was the only non-white child in her school, never got answers for why they hated her so much, hated her existence. but she weathered through primary school, finding her footing in secondary school with her only friend, aisha, who never cared that she was different, that sometimes she could do things that nobody else seemed able to do, that she’d been encouraged to always tell the truth, nothing but the truth, that sometimes she’d say things that hurt, things that stung even though she never meant for them to.

for a while, the feeling of being wholly different faded, or at least, emmeline didn’t notice it quite so prominently anymore, and then suddenly it appeared again — but this time it had been because she didn’t know if she always felt like a girl. not a girl in the traditional sense, anyway, not some days. she liked dresses and fancy heeled shoes and tiaras, but found herself equally at home in plaid shirts and her father’s way-too-big suit jacket and kicking around a football, and for a half-asian barely a teenage… person (she’s still working on it), suspended constantly between two identities, it confused them (even though they’re perfectly aware now that those things are superficial, but the feeling still remains). the only person they ever talked to about it back then was aisha — their lifeline, their best friend, the one their parents reluctantly approved of because they had been so lonely for so long. while aisha was crushing on boys, sweaty and loud and just this side of too teasing, and starting to wear makeup and changing herself, emmeline was trying to find where she fit in, trying to understand who she was, who she is, why they feel so different.

in the midst of all that, emmeline’s letter to hogwarts came. just another difference for emmeline to feel, the knowledge that they have magic was unexpected and tore her family in two. the family she loved - her mother, her father, her lao lao and lao ye, and granny and pops - all had differing opinions on whether or not to accept it, whether or not to send them to school and deal with the fact, up front, that emmeline was, and always would be, special. in the end, emmeline’s pops snuck her out, following instructions from a professor mcgonagall, to find diagon alley, the place where emmeline suddenly felt she fit in. she could feel the magic in the air, could feel it almost crackling in the space around her, almost inviting her in. of course, it took some time — a little too much time, really — to buy everything she needed, and when she cried into her ice cream on the way home, overwhelmed and tired and feeling so many things, he was the one who held her all the way home. 

he and their granny were the only ones there to send them off the hogwarts that first year, their parents reluctant to accept anything so unnatural about their child, but emmeline hardly cared at the time (even though it hit them later that night and they sobbed into their pillow), too excited to remember to even wave, too excited to remember to cry because she was leaving behind the only friend she’d ever truly known, and when they saw hogwarts, that castle appearing, they just knew. they were home. she knows, after years and years of being torn between two identities on so many different fronts, that people aren’y happy she’s here, happy she has magic, happy she calls this place her home away from home, that she laughs loud at the hufflepuff table and wears yellow and black face paint for quidditch matches and tried out for the muggle football team, but there’s nothing they can say to change who she is, her pride in the blood flowing through her veins, in the magic at her fingertips. emmeline’s always known they’re different, but having magic, being home at hogwarts, is the first time she’s ever felt proud to be so.

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