#I'll probably use this name still just with an extra letter or something but I'm also seriously considering seriously becoming multi fandom

[gible-love-nibles]

What Happened After?

Safeshiptember Day 15: Reunion

Thinking about Post-A.zran L.egacy makes me unwise, and here's like. The culmination of all that. I'm still bad at titles.

This was also something I was writing pre-event, and I thought it fit way too well. Probably going to make a part 2 to this after this event because I Have More Ideas. Just, don't have the time. Mr. Sillymore aough

Word Count: 1.3k

Taglist: @crickiss @heart-of-aspiration @halsdaisy @sosawl @homosexual-fast-dancer @jocelynships @imaginemyshipswithme [If you want to added or removed, tell me in a comment or tag!]

(Please reblog! I like reading tags :])

I felt shattered, curled up on Layton's study couch. I clutched the extra snow-white mask tight. The last thing he had given me before… before…

No. No, he wasn't… gone. The man jumped off stupidly high ledges like it was his day job; it would take a miracle to kill him. But then… why did he leave…?

…How long had it been since everything in the Azran sanctuary? A couple of weeks, I think. A… lot was spilled in that sanctuary… including that De— he had loved me ever since we first saw each other back in Misthallery. He had tried to push those feelings away, tried to push me away; and knowing about his previous family made me completely understand why. But with the universe seemingly continuing to push us together, he decided to act on them a little more as… his true self.

And now he was gone again. Before, I would've felt relieved, maybe even elated. It meant one of his plans had been thwarted. Now I just felt depressed, empty.

Of course, I wasn't alone. Layton, Luke and Rosa were extremely kind to me making sure I was at least taking care of myself. Before she had to leave, Emmy reassured me that he was absolutely coming back for me (even teasing that it would be in some over-the-top, dramatic way). Grosky sent flowers and snacks, courtesy of the Yard (no doubt Emmy pulling some strings there). Even people we had met during our adventures sent postcards, telling me how they were doing and how wonderful I was helping with their problems.

It was certainly all very kind and generous, but… none of it truly helped.

There was a hole in my heart, and only one man could fill it.

~

"Clare! Clare!!"

With supreme effort, I rolled around to face Luke. He held a letter in his hand.

"Is that for me?" I asked him. He nodded. I thought about it for a second, and then started to roll over again. "Ok. I'll read it later then. Thank you, Luke."

The boy grabbed my shoulder. "Um, Clare… I think you should read this now."

I quirked an eyebrow as he handed me the envelope, took a few steps back and then left the room.

It had a cinnamon-colored wax seal with the letters "DS" inside. On the other side was my name trying to look fancy, but was clearly written by someone who didn't have the best handwriting. And it all smelled faintly of fruitcake.

I gripped the envelope like a lifeline, until my knuckles started to go white. It was him. It had to be.

Desmond.

As much as I wanted to rip the envelope open with no abandon to see what was inside… I couldn't bring myself to ruin it. I swiftly but gingerly managed to open it up without breaking the wax seal.

Inside was a letter.

"My dearest Clare,

I sincerely hope I haven't worried you these past weeks."

"Bit late for that," I couldn't help but mutter.

"All of my injuries are fully healed now, and I'm doing completely fine. Well… except for you not being here. It shattered my heart to leave you behind like that… but I had a few matters of business to take care of. I'll explain it all once we reunite."

I felt my heart leap. Reunite… with Desmond…

"I sense you may want to desperately, but please don't reply to this letter. Just come to the London Aerodrome in three days' time. I will be there, with the Bostonius and Raymond. Pack well. I promised I'd come back for you, and it's about to be fulfilled.

I don't deserve to ask anything of you now— not after everything I've done— but please… wait just a bit longer for me.

Forever and only yours,

Desmond"

~

The next three days were a complete blur of packing and re-reading the letter. "Pack well" probably meant that we were going somewhere. At the very least, somewhere. For a day? A few days? A few weeks? A few months?

…I found myself realizing that I didn't care how long or where we would be going. As long he was there, I wouldn't care.

Rosa eventually convinced me to perhaps pack a little less.

~

My alarm rang extremely early the day Desmond said he was going to come. I had set it up that way, not that I really needed the reminder. I was rushing out the door even before the crack at dawn.

The aerodrome was closed to the public at the time, but I climbed over the fence. Some chain link was not going to stop me.

And then I found a patch of grass to sit on… and waited.

The sun rose in the sky… and set. I was very glad Rosa packed me breakfast and lunch the day before.

I was getting antsier and antsier with every minute that passed.

I first reasoned that I had gotten here extremely early. Even Descole wouldn't be up this early for a scheme. So I waited.

Morning came and passed. I thought he probably wanted to be away from all the other planes and blimps, make it truly private. I still waited.

When noon came and went and the afternoon rolled in, I checked the letter again. Three days' time. I had gotten this letter three days ago. It was today, I was absolutely sure of it. I held the letter close to my chest, breathing in the fruitcake scent. I waited still.

It was only when the sun was beginning to set and the sky was alight in warm colors did I finally see the Bostonius in the sky.

It landed nearby, and I scrambled up to my feet, rushing to the ship. Rushing to him.

Once I got to the bottom of the stairs that led me up to the airship, I… paused. I wasn't really sure why. I didn't feel particularly winded. And of course, I wanted to see Desmond, so so badly. Why was I hesitating now, of all times?

Thankfully, the door at the top of the stairs opened, and right after… he stepped out.

Desmond. Looking just as he had before during the trip.

We caught each other's eyes nearly immediately, and time seemed to slow. I found I couldn't say a word. My throat was clogged up with all the words I wanted to say. My legs started to wobble a bit.

Meanwhile, Desmond's face went from surprise to sweet, soft joy and elation. "Clare…" He broke the silence by having my name pass through his lips.

And with that, I broke. Hearing him again after all this time made my knees crash to the ground, and I covered my eyes with my sleeves, trying to curl up into the smallest ball I could.

I vaguely heard the sounds of someone descending rapidly down the steps before I was swept up into someone's arms. I paused my crying to see who it was, but I didn't really need to. Of course it was Desmond. There were little tears in his eyes, but he smiled with immense brightness and warmth. "Hello, Clare," he said, just the littlest bit choked up.

I still couldn't say much; I just buried myself in his shoulder, my tears still pouring out. "S-Sorr—"

"No need to apologize, my love," he reassured me, stroking his thumb on my arm in a comforting gesture. As he made his way back up to the Bostonius, he left little kisses on the top of my head— or more accurately, he left kisses wherever his lips could reasonably reach. It barely seemed like he let himself breathe in between each one.

"You're gonna pass out if you keep that up," I joked in between deep breaths.

He started to laugh. "Oh dearest… just hearing your voice again… it makes my heart soar. I've missed you so much."

"…Me too."

#🐉🎮.txt #safeshiptember #clare's writing #seen a lot of things; places you ain't ever been 🐉💫 #lead me save me from my solitude 🎭🔧 #this guy. fellas this guy

[littleladymab]

FebruarOC - Beryl

today we're talking about Beryl Dawn from my affectionately nicknamed "07 Nano" project that I think i've posted about on here before. (I went checking and what the hell I FORGOT I EVEN DID A SECOND DRAFT OF THE BEGINNING) And as a treat for me, I've picked the others of the main quartet for their respective letters for this month. 

Beryl (like Ren) was one of the founding characters for this project after I took a short story I (started to, lbr, it wasn't finished) write about a boy being tasked to go bring back a girl that was kidnapped. Which sounds very, "huh??" when put that way. And as I've talked about before, I've got "city dwellers" and "hill folk" and a super basic-level dichotomy set up between the cultures that at the time I thought was good world building but i know enough now to say "girl that ain't it" at my past self. 

In this setting, there is a swathe of land that's sort of a no-man's land. The Hill Folk are cut off from their elements/gods and the City Dwellers think that it is too wild. It is, for all intents and purposes, a demon grave yard. What are these demons? Pft don't ask me I never explained it. I don't think I even had an inkling kicking around in my head. 

But there was one from the City Dwellers that would go and dig up the graves of demons and using their bones to carve masks and he gave them to people and they got the nick-name Grave Robbers. Now this, unfortunately, is knowledge that was lost to time before I'm pretty sure I had an idea of what Cantur was up to and what the Deacon was for (more on that in Sam's post later this month), but for the life of me I can't remember, and I didn't write any external notes (or any that survived like three laptop crashes). So I can't tell you anything about that. 

Beryl was taken when she was super young and given a Raven mask. Upon donning the mask, the Grave Robber is robbed (badum tss) of their memories and they become a semi-host for the spirit in the mask. She lived as Raven for a few years until Ren Hari showed up and said he'd come to bring her back to the Hill Folk and if she would be so kind as to go with him that would be great. 

As for the Hill Folk lore, the culture is divided into four seasons and each season is divided into two elements. Beryl is a Spring Water cleric (I don't know why I called them clerics probably too much Forgotten Realms/Dragonlance). I went a step further because i'm an Extra Bitch(tm) and I like forbidden romances and I made her and Ky (you'll see her later too) part of a division of "nymphs" which is an all female-division of their Spring element (Wood and Water) and they were extra forbidden from falling in love/being with a man (note: I didn't take queer anything into consideration, which would change in a rewrite)

Now, Beryl-as-Raven was considered a Fallen in the eyes of the Hill Folk elders because, strictly by their rules she "turned her back on her goddess" (we can't get too deep into it now this is just an intro to the character). Technically they would have let her remain as a City Dweller except the priestess of the Spring Water Nymphs had a vision and that means that the goddess hadn't completely given Beryl up for lost. So they sent Ren to get her (I'll talk more about that on his post). 

However once they get back, before they can review Beryl's case, a massive uprising of Fallen/discontent Hill Folk/City Dwellers doing something idk attack the main establishment of the Hill Folk and everything falls into chaos. 

So by the rules, Beryl is still a Fallen because they never could revoke her status, even though she has returned to them and has gained favor from her goddess to use her magic again. 

She and Ren use this loophole to carry out a relationship because, if things ever settle and they fully review her case and revoke the Fallen status, then she will be fully reinstated as a Spring Water Nymph and that will be BAD NEWS BEARS for Ren, who could be severely punished for being intimate with her. 

Now which of these rules and practices will I carry over? Fuck if I know, this isn't the time to figure that out. For now, enjoy this conversation between Beryl and Ren when she agrees to go back with him.

#februaroc #a lil miss original #lil miss writings #07 nano

[thycoop]

Cover of the day: Day 19: 1890s Bulgarian letter card

I've officially gotten back into the rhythm of making these posts, so I'll keep posting until my legs stop working

Also I won't post from the 16th to the 21st because I'm going to Vienna (WOO), so see you on the 22nd

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Today's cover was sent nev... I'll stop myself right there. Today we have a mint Lettercard from the Kingdom of Bulgaria, 'the KINGDOM of Bulgaria???' I can hear you scream (stop screaming, please I beg you), Well Bulgaria was a kingdom until 1946, THEN COMMUNISM STRUCK (Fun fact: The last king/tsar of Bulgaria is still alive and was elected as Prime-minister of Bulgaria in 2001 to 2004), and I can tell this was issued during the Kingdom era, because the Lion on the stamp has a cute little crown :3

'But what even is a lettercard?' I can hear you whisper (Ok maybe that's a bit too quiet). Well a lettercard is a... card folded in half with a stamp, sealed at the edges, usually with a perforated edge so the recipient can open the letter card more easily. The message is written on the inside, and because it's folded in half, it has twice the writing space as a postal card while being the same size (after being folded), and It has an extra layer of privacy because y'know, random people can't just read it? Well the lettercard was invented by a Hungarian named Akin Karoly, and the first lettercard was issued by Belgium in 1882, blah blah blah let's talk about something more interesting, Like letters!

most of you probably can't read cyrillic, so I'll explain it quickly: Imagine the latin alphabet, are you imagining it? Good, now change a few letters like [L -> Л] and [B -> Б], and keep a few random letters the same like [T] and [K], and swap a few letters around just for fun like the letter [H] looks like an "h" right? Well it makes the same sound as "n" and [B] looks like a "b" right, well screw you, it's "v".

But I'm sure most of you know what cyrillic looks like. But did you know there're a lot of old letters noone uses anymore? They're pretty weird like [Ѳ] or [Ѡ] or even [Ѯ], pretty funny right? (The first one is called fita and make the F sound, the second one is omega, and was only used when transcribing Greek into cyrillic, and the last one is Ksi also used for transcribing Greek, and writing some last names). When I was looking at the back of this lettercard, I say two letters that aren't used anymore, the letters I say were Big Yus [Ѫ] and Yat [Ѣ] (Highlighted in yellow)

When I first say it I thought: 'wait, didn't they stop using Big Yus in the 1700s?' but then I remembered Bulgarian alphabet had Ѫ and Ѣ until 1945, When the orthography was reformed to simplify spelling, because by then Ѫ was pronounced the same as Ъ, which is pronounced similar to the "u" in but /bʌ̘t/. Originally Ѫ was pronounced as a nasal "a", but the only (largely spoken) slavic language which still has the nasal a is Polish, where it's written [ą] (here's how it's pronounced). 'But, if there's a Big Yus, is there also a Little yus?' you might be asking, the answer is... yes! There is a little yus and it looks like this [Ѧ] (It's pronunciation is a nasal "e", like the polish [ę]). Oh wait I forgot about Ѣ, (In Bulgarian) is pronounced like "Yah" (or Ja in German), in Russian It's pronounced like the e in bed, which was replaced in 1918 with [e] in most circumstances [копѣйка -> копейка (Kopeck)] and with ё in other ones.

Here's the full transcript in Ye Olden Bulgarian, Modern Bulgarian, and English (The English translation isn't the best but I did my best because Bulgarian is kind of similar to Slovenian):

Тая карта бажу за доставяне достажяние и въ странство ако иотрѣбнама доиълнителна марка бѫде залѣйена до оная отйагатана вьрхъ настоящата карта

2. Тая карта бажу за доставяне достажяние и въ странство ако иотребнама доиълнителна марка бъде залейена до оная отйагатана вьрхъ настоящата карта

3. This card is valid for domestic mail, for delivery abroad please attach an additional stamp in addition to the one already printed on this card.

I'm also a bit confused, because this is writting in italics, and the italic form of Yat [ѣ] is [ѣ], but they still wrote it like the non-italic version. I guess it's just a stylistic decision

But basically the text on the back is "This card is only for domestic mail, if you want to send it abroad, add another stamp"

Now let's stop talking about one sentence of text, and let's start talking about the rest of the lettercard. It was probably issued in the 1890s because the stamp on the card was issued from 1889 'till 1896 so, that's where I got the "1890s" date from (Fun fact: The nickname for the 1890s is the "gay 90s" haha funny), also I can tell this card was issued for domestic mail, and not just because of the text on the back that literally says "This card is for domestic mail, not international mail, Bich!", I can tell because the Indicium is Green, because in the 1880s the General Postal Union (Now called the Universal Postal Union) decided to standardize the color-scheme of all stamps (Green=Domestic Postcard, Red=Domestic Letter/International Postcard, Blue=International letter) and most countries used these colors until the 1940-60s, so if you see a postal card from before the 1960s look at the color of the stamp!

Ok enough talking Here's the cover!

#covers #philately #cotd #hotduck.gif #postal stationary #oh hell yeah #bulgaria #big yus #Ѫ

[coquelicoq]

L (sorry if both asks went through, tumblr is garbage)

i only got one ask from you but i also got an anon asking for L, so it is meant to be!

Put a letter from A-Z in my ask and I’ll tell you 1 thing I love which starts with that letter.

i love leap years. i love that the calendar year is a social construct and sometimes we just all agree to throw in an extra day (or, in the case of lunisolar calendars, an extra month). i love that it's possible to have a birthday that some years just doesn't exist. i love that our tracking system for a natural phenomenon is imprecise enough that we're noticeably out of sync after only four years. (but also, four full years! not too shabby!)

i love lentils. there was a "let's make some soup poll" going around recently that ENRAGED me because lentils were not an option. yes many soups do not contain lentils and sometimes i even make and eat those soups...but to not offer them as a possible response was a slap in the face that lentils don't deserve. i once made lentil soup and some errant lentils found their way underneath a dish that i left in my sink for like two weeks and when i finally got the courage to wash that dish i found that the lentils had sprouted...not a good look for me as someone who should clean the sink more often, but the point is they're just little guys...straining for the sun with their little leafs....please don't forget about them 🥺

i love language. i love the creativity of it. i love that alongside its versatility and endless potential it is also by definition understandable…like no matter how far we take it, it only really remains language if it's communicating something from one person to another. and it's so human: fallible and incomplete and always changing, just like us. it exists because we are social creatures. the things it has allowed us to do! what a different existence this would be if the only things we could experience or learn about were the things available to our own immediate senses. plus all of my favorite types of humor are language-based. actually maybe i should branch out with my interests lol. think about things other than language for a change…

i love labelmakers. love me the fuck out of some labels. love making 'em, love sticking 'em to shit. in college i worked in a cafe where we had to wear nametags and i would just make myself a new name with the resident labelmaker (stored under the register) whenever i felt like it. i still have that nametag actually. it says my name is WANDA.

i love libraries. currently avoiding my local library because of the holds (there are so many) but i'm glad it exists. knowledge wants to be free!!! i love that i've had my library card since i was a wee bairn and it has my little kid handwriting on it. i love locating a nonfiction book in the sprawling morass of the dewey decimal system. it's probably not that hard but it feels like an accomplishment every time. i love libraries with big staircases and full-wall windows. i love seeing people sitting in chairs reading.

i love paintings of light on water but i'm not sure if that should go under P instead and i feel like i talk about it all the time so i'll spare you.

i love lyrics...especially stupid lyrics. especially abstruse lyrics. especially lyrics with sick rhyme schemes. especially lyrics that sound incredibly facile if you say them with normal cadence and pitch. that's why they're lyrics and not non-lyrics! they're meant to be sung!! i love stuff that's exactly what it's supposed to be and you maybe don't even notice until you try to make it something it's not. i love when it takes thirty years for me to realize i have no idea what the lyrics mean, or that i've been singing the wrong words all along. i love that lyrics are made by a person to a purpose. i especially love it when the lyrics come written down with the album. when nobody got me i know cd liner notes got me.

#except when the cd liner notes don't have lyrics in them which is like. what is even the point #so i'm choosing to ignore those. they don't count. they are dead to me #asks #not anon #okay this is the last of the letter asks! (since i decided to also answer anon in this same post) #thank you to everyone who sent me a letter! i felt very full of love yesterday <3

[everafterrebel]

Angel's Friends English Comics

Issue 1: The Eternal Day (1) (2) (3)

Issue 2: The Observer (1) (2) (3)

Issue 3: Just Two Steps (1) (2) (3)

Issue 4: A Little Evil (1) (2) (3)

Issue 5: The City of Angels (1) (2) (3)

Issue 6: Sulfus' Shadow (1) (2) (3)

Issue 7: The Neutral (1) (2) (3)

Issue 8: Secret Spreader (1) (2) (3)

Issue 9: "The Janitor" (1) (2) (3)

Issue 10: Never Together (1) (2) (3)

Issue 11: The Other Face of Love (1) (2) (3)

Issue 12: The Sensitive Point (Full Issue)

Issue 13: Between Dreams and Reality (1) (2) (3)

Issue 14: A Spark in the Heart (1) (2) (3)

Issue 17 (...probably. Inks only): (1) (2) (3)

Lone pages from issues that were never released: (1)

Hello and welcome to anyone who's reading this post!

"Angel's Friends" is an Italian comic book series that (as far as I'm aware) was never translated into English... until today!

Now, I don't speak Italian which is a very big, very important declaimer. "I" translated the comics by running the text through Google Translate, however, if you've ever actually used Google to translate something, then you'll know that their translations range from "passable" to "that is in no way a natural English sentence, but I kind of understand what you mean" to "literal word vomit." So most of the text needed extra "modifications" in order to sound like something that someone would actually say.

Due to the manner in which this was translated, some of the text is still kind of ~awkward~ because I was trying to keep it closer to the original Italian (or at least, what Google said was the original Italian) and some of the text isn't exactly a 1 to 1 translation because Google DID NOT give me an actual English sentence to work with so I just had to guess. However, the comics are still very much readable! I may not be confident in the wording of some of the speech bubbles BUT the overall story is still there.

There are a few things though that I thought that I should clarify/add some additional information for due to various reasons which I'll be leaving under the cut:

Issue 2 Page 3: In Italian, the teacher is named "Putzo," which probably comes from the Italian word "puzzo" which means "stench" or "(I) stink." I changed his name to "Stenchious" so that the "joke" would work better in English.

Issue 2 Page 5: Similarly to "Stenchious," "Kloudisky's" name in Italian was "Cimentus" which probably came from "cime tempestose" which means "wuthering heights" or "stormy peaks." Kloudisky doesn't really have a "name joke" but since I already "localized" Putzo's name I thought that I'd keep it constant.

Issue 2 Page 13: The translation wasn't clear on whether or not Gabi manged to catch up before heading back, or if he wasn't able to catch up and then just decided to head back. It really doesn't matter at all to the story, but I just thought that I'd mention it.

Issue 3 Page 21: In Italian, the first letters in each of the words for their punishment spells "O.P.S.." Which is cute and fits the theme of a punishment. When I translated it, I just took the translation and made a new acronym "O.E.P." which doesn't actually spell anything, it's just a direct translation of the words that spelled "ops" in Italian. I suppose that I could've used different words to make the acronym spell something cool, but oh well. (Don't ask me why somethings got localized and others didn't, these comics really are just a mix of both.)

("VETO" was also an acronym in Italian, but in that case, I kept the word "veto" and removed the fact that it was an acronym. I suppose I also could've given "O.P.S." the same treatment, but oh well.)

Issue 5 Pages 1 and 2: "Zephyr" and "Seraph" are English words. They're both angel references. Thought I'd clarify, because I had no idea what they were before doing this project. I thought Google just straight up didn't translate the words at first (which actually did happen from time to time <_< ) but nope, they're a thing.

Issue 5 Page 13: The librarian's plaque says "Head librarian of tomes and encyclopedias." Thought I'd clarify since the file size of issue 5 is much smaller than the other issues for some reason and you might not be able to read it.

Issue 5 Page 21: The Angel's Friends fan wiki says that the creature's name comes from the Italian word for "revived" instead of simply being called the "revived." Which would make since, seeing how that was one of the words that Google half of the time didn't really translate. In this version, I just called them the "revived" instead of using the Italian word or making up a new word. Just a bit of trivia.

Issue 7 Pages 2, 3 and 5: I know the lyrics of the songs on these pages don't make any since, but they did seem to be pretty accurate translations, so I don't know what to say. 0_o Most of the time I can blame Google but this time, I think whoever wrote the original comic is to blame for this oddness.

Issue 8 Page 6: During this issue from page 6 on, every time "Sulfus' snacks" were mentioned, Google would would translate the word that I changed to "snacks" as "gluttony." For example, "Have I ever told anyone that you hide gluttony under your mattress?" and the jar that Google claims says "Vintage gluttony." Obviously that doesn't make any since and I'll admit that changing the work to snacks doesn't ~really~ make it any smother. It's still awkward I know, but that was all that I could think of.

Issue 9 Page 1: If you look up this issue on the fan wiki, it'll say that the title is "The Guardian" but I changed it to "The Janitor." That's because although the Italian word that is used for the title (as well as his job position) "custode" can be translated as "guardian" I've been translating it as "janitor," which is an alternate translation of the word, so it's not ~wrong~, just different. Sometimes Google would also translate the word as "keeper" which is another alternate translation but I thought that "janitor" sounded more natural. (Though I suppose "grounds keeper" could've worked as well.)

Issue 10 Page 3: Another weird song. Yeah, I don't know. Just thought I'd mention that I'm aware that it's odd. :S

Issue 10 Page 15: Two things:

"Fuori" means "out" in Italian. I... just flat out didn't translate the word. I'm sorry, I've failed you all. :( I just couldn't think of anything snappy to translate it to. "Come out"? "Bring out Reo"? maybe just "Hooray"??? I don't know... I suppose any of those could've worked but on top of that, the words are in a very "art heavy" place and if you've been reading the comics then you'll know how not so great my photoshopping can be.

Note number 2 for this page is that Reo actually sings in English. I know his song is kind of odd too, but this time it 100% isn't me or Google, it's 100% the original comic's fault. I simply retyped his words out so that the font would be consistent.

Issue 13 Page 9: "Armonia" means "harmony" in Italian. So her school is just "Vera's Harmony Dance School." I thought that it would be easier to just leave it as it was because "armonia" is on the logo and on the sign of the school. (And I was not going to photoshop over them. Don't ask me how I decided what gets photoshopped and what doesn't, I don't know man...)

Issue 13 Page 18: In the original comic, Malachi's name is spelled "Malachia." I decided to take out the "a" because normally in English it's spelled without the "a" (also, sometimes Google would even "translate" "Malachia" to "Malachi") this does leave an extra letter for the "lock" on the safe, so I added the "♥" at the end.

Issue 14: The "first page" describes some of the events in the comic. (Why did they try to spoil their own comic, IDK...) I've moved that page to the end of the "image set" for this reason.

#angel's friends #angel's friends english #angel's friends English comics #Raf #Sulfus #Urié #Kabalè #Gabi #Cabiria #Miki #Gas #Ang-Lee #Mephisto

[kpostedsum]

daddy issues; D.M

summary: you and draco bond over issues in 6th year

word count: 2.4k

warnings: err angst, comfort, illusions to sex

song: daddy issues (the remix) - the neighbourhood

a/n: i tried not to make it stereotypical bc i didn’t wanna make it seem all “i like older men lol”, probably my fav fic i’ve written, also arent these anime gifs so cute

masterlist | taglist

Take you like a drug

I taste you on my tongue

Tongues battling for dominance, bodies rubbing against each other searching for a feeling. It’s become routine now, a different person in your dorm swallowing a new pill, entangling limbs with someone just to feel something.

You ask me what I'm thinking about

I tell you that I'm thinking about

Whatever you're thinking about

Tell me something that I'll forget

And you might have to tell me again

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

It was a constant cycle, putting yourself out there seeking the male attention you crave, seeking validation, constant reassurance and trusting too easily. That’s how you ended up with a different guy who always in the end leaves. You trusted too easily and people took advantage of how trusting and naive you are just for a quick shag.

You wished it wasn’t like this but that’s all you knew, wanting to be the best version of yourself for someone just to feel needed, no matter if the person was good or bad for you. You didn’t care, you wanted love from anyone you could get it from even if it just hurt you more.

You’re familiar with the absence, something stable made you feel a bit wary. It wasn’t something you were used to. Your father wasn’t the most present in your life, and even though he's there, he's never really there.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

You always wondered where you went wrong, he preferred your siblings over you and doesn't pay you a piece of his mind. Constantly going out of your way to get his attention whether it was academically or acting a certain way just to get some sort of reaction. But he was too preoccupied with his other children, even if they were from your mom or his affairs.

That’s how you found yourself right now sitting in the astronomy tower past curfew watching the rain fall, trying to clear your head while humming softly to yourself to keep yourself distracted.

You hear distant chattering from below and quickly get up from where you were sitting and make your way to your dorm unnoticed by anyone.

Except one person, Draco Malfoy.

I tried to write your name in the rain

But the rain never came

So I made with the sun

The shade

Always comes at the worst time

He’s seen you before, you’re known around Hogwarts for how you put yourself out there and how ‘desperate’ you are for some affection. He almost feels bad for you, but he’s in no place to judge. With his dad in Azkaban Draco had so much more to worry about, like his task and how he can succeed. But there was something about you that intrigued him that he couldn't ignore.

He saw you again in transfiguration the next day and noticed a few hickeys littering your neck that you had tried to cover but it didn’t work. He wondered why you gave yourself up to so many people, but once again he was in no place to judge. He noticed the way your tongue would stick out when you focused extra hard, the way your hands would tighten around your quill when you got a question wrong and your face.

The same face that many boys including the older years would fawn over, the face that entranced and attracted many, the face of someone who would do anything for someone for some affection and the face of someone who seeked out all the wrong things.

You ask me what I'm thinking about

I tell you that I'm thinking about

Whatever you're thinking about

Tell me something that I'll forget

And you might have to tell me again

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

You walk out of transfiguration on your way to the owlery to send a letter to your parents and feel eyes watching you everywhere. You like it, the attention, it’s something that you thrived in, but you couldn’t help but feel a new set of eyes on you.

Once you reached the owlery you realized you weren't the only one there, Draco Malfoy was also there sending a letter to who you assumed was his mother.

“y/n, right?” he asked, trying to spark a conversation.

“Yea, listen i’m sorry about what happened with your father i know you really looked up--”

“Dont worry about it, he wasn’t as good an influence as I made him out to be,” he sighed, looking away.

“My dad isn’t the best either if i’m being honest, i guess we’re in the same boat” you let out a light chuckle.

And that’s how you found yourself hanging out with draco malfoy bonding over your shared issues.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues

It’s been weeks since you two started hanging out since the interaction in the owlery and have been getting closer ever since. You both sat down together in the astronomy tower, backed against the wall as the cool wind blew against your faces. The aura between you two was calm, a comfortable silence.

“So tell me about your dad, how is it with him in Azkaban?” you asked, tilting your head towards him.

“Mother’s not taking it well” he frowned. “I can’t even say potter’s wrong for getting him locked up because he deserves it. All my life he praised the dark lord and taught me to be selfish and always defend my blood, but he was never there for me when I needed him. I would have done everything just to hear ‘i’m proud of you’ but it never came. It’s worse now because mother’s all alone. I wish I could have stayed with her” he sighed looking out the tower watching the stars twinkle.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been much quieter this year as well, you stopped making fun of people. It’s not that nice on the receiving end huh?” you said with a teasing look on your face.

He shook his head at you scooting closer to you, it’s like the demeanor between you two have changed over the past few weeks. You found yourself pining over him rather than being in someone's bed. But this is how the cycle always goes, you get attached and they leave, you couldn’t help but hope this wasn’t the situation this time.

“Tell me about your father”

Daddy stuck around but he wasn't present

Cheated on your mom but she never left him

First I didn't get it, now I understand

He broke her heart, left money in her hand

So everything got paid for

She made sure you and your brother had way more

Than she ever had growing up

And when you told me the whole story I felt like throwing up

“ I don't know if i’d even call him my father at this point, he doesn't want me.” you sighed. “He's been cheating on my mum for years now and she still won't leave him because she thinks they can work it out. He’s had affairs with different pureblood women and has children with them. But what hurts the most is how he treats them as his own children and treats me as if I don't exist” you said, looking down as tears pooled your eyes.

Draco moved closer to you and brought his arm around your shoulders for a sense of comfort and waited for you to catch your breath so you can continue.

“I just want him to love me” you cried. “I go out my way to try and get his attention with my school work but it never works. That's why I get along with so many guys. I seek the validation, the comfort and the reassurance that I can get from him from others and I am so tired of it. I just want him to want me draco.” tears slipping out your eyes as you looked up at him, you’ve never confessed this to anyone before.

“Everyone always leaves, please don't leave me” you cried

“I’m not going anywhere” he turned his face towards you, leaning forward cautiously as if you were made of glass.

You leaned forward, wanting the exact same thing. Both very hesitant he gently pressed his soft lips against yours and they moved together in sequence, only taking a break to go back to his dorm and to breathe, limbs tangled together for the rest of the night until the sun rose.

I can see it on your face it was rough left a bad taste on your tongue

And she didn't even take any drug

She would rain all day

Couldn't wait for her son to shine

And you made it shine

There when she cried, you saved her life

It's been a week since that night in the astronomy tower and draco had already been avoiding you. It’s humiliating, but you should have known. You thought the ‘bond’ you had with him would last, it felt so genuine this time. So real.

You’d see him around the halls snogging pansy on your way back to the ravenclaw tower, lowering your head down so he wouldn’t be able to see you so you could get by quickly and unnoticed.

But he saw you.

He stared you right down in your teary eyes as he made out with pansy. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of betrayal, for someone who promised he wouldn’t leave you like everyone else, he did the exact same.

You did the only thing you knew of, you ran.

I keep on trying to let you go

I'm dying to let you know

How I'm getting on

I didn't cry when you left at first

But now that you're dead it hurts

This time I gotta know

Where did my daddy go?

I'm not entirely here

Half of me has disappeared

Draco followed you to the girls lavatory, hearing your shallow cries coming from one of the stalls. He approached the stall you were in trying not to make too much noise so he doesn't startle you.

He felt awful.

He promised he would never leave you, after you both poured your hearts out to each other but he still left. He had too, he was putting you in danger just by being with him. If Voldemort ever found out about you and hurt you he wouldn't be able to live with himself, that's why he took it upon himself to hurt you first.

“y/n are you in here?” he called out even though he knew the answer.

You recognized that familiar voice anywhere. “What do you want draco?” you said, trying to make it seem as if you weren’t just crying.

“I want to talk to you, please”

“No,” you said getting up and pushing yourself out of the stall. “You don't get to just throw me away after I told you everything and just come back into my life like nothing ever happened. Just go away, that's all you guys are good for” you spat.

“Just listen to me, it was to keep you safe. I didn;t want to but i couldn't bear seeing you hurt” he tried to explain.

“Safe?” you laughed. “ and what exactly do i need saving from, malfoy.”

“From me” he said as he pulled up his sleeve revealing his dark mark to you. Your body instantly tensed, you knew he was having problems and his family was involved with the dark lord but you never knew it was like this.

“Draco i-” you tried to say something but the words were stuck in your throat. He stood there looking at you desperately like he was waiting for you to tell him everything was okay, you wanted to be there for him but you didn’t know what to do. You trusted him with everything but he couldn't trust you with this? You thought the bond you had made would have made him trust you in the slightest, but clearly it's always you who’s more trusting.

“Why didn't you tell me?” you managed to say, your voice hoarse.

“I thought you’d leave me, you were the only good thing i had. Please don't leave me” he begged, salty tears escaping his eyes and running down his cheeks as he looked at you with desperation.

“So you thought pushing me away by snogging pansy was better?” you yelled, as he continued to look at you slightly taken aback by your lashing out.

“You know what, go ahead and cry little boy. You know that your daddy did too, you know what your mama went through. You gotta let it out soon, just let it out” you taunted walking closer to him looking straight into his teary eyes.

“This time I'll be the one that leaves.” and with that you were gone.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

It’s been months since that night in the girls lavatory, and you missed him. You wanted to visit him in the hospital wing once you heard what happened with Harry Potter, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. He left you, and you were tired of always going back to people who just hurt you.

Now here you were at the battle of Hogwarts, standing with everyone while Voldemort and his death eaters stood across from you all.

“Draco, draco come here” you heard narcissa call from across the scene. He looked hesitant, as if he was waiting for someone to stop him but no one did. So he started walking over to his parents.

But you grabbed his hand.

“Stay please” you whispered looking up into his eyes.

He looked back at his parents and back at you like he was contemplating his answer.

“I’ll stay”

If you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

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[asavt]

Another cookie squad Headcanons

Featuring Sparkling, Vampire, cellphones and the Espresso and Madeleine Story of how they came together. Consider it an AU now baby!

-As a note, when I say the squad I'm mostly referring to the adults, so no worries about Walnut or Creampuff useless I mention them too

-Each one of the squad has been in Sparkling's bar at last once. There's no need to say who has been there the most. Sparkling has a time every time someone besides Roguefort comes, because to him it's mostly like "Oh I'll finally know the continuation to the burnt toast accident or maybe the cat catastrophe? Maybe a new POV of the--"

He practically knows a lot of what happens in between the squad.

-As another note, Sparkling's bar is called Milabo (You know, like the song from Zutomayo of the same name, which, btw, I relate a lot to Latte)

-*A great part of this “AU” is kind of inspired by the song. Part of its lyrics and vibe.

-Vampire is there most of the time when the squad visits the bar (it's almost as if he never leaves the bar and this is definitely not me low-key putting sparkvamp in this oh no--) Sometimes the fakes his sleep to listen to the things others say (Which is how he knows most of Rogue's pan-ic).

-Walnut has been in Sparkling's bar too, but at day and for case-solving purposes only. Sparkling will give her some alcohol-free drink for free sometimes (mostly because he gets along pretty well with the nut family and because Almond usually pays him whatever he serves her).

-If the squad had cellphones (and probably an app like discord because.), their group chat would initially be called "Coffee mage appreciation group" and then be changed to "Coffee bean appreciation group"

Coffee Bean: Can we please change the group name and mine?

Guided by the Devine: No <3

Coffee Bean: Fuck you.

-*And they all would dedicate half their time to make fun of Almond but with love.

-Espresso has been mistaken for a dark mage before by Almond. It was how they meet actually. Almond had pulled him to interrogate him and got a long lecture on the differences between black magic and coffee magic.

-Madeleine gets along rather well with Roguefort. Rogue seems impressed by Maddie’s acting skills.

-Madeleine is currently living with Espresso. Out of his armor most of the time. He usually takes care of keeping the house clean and preparing meals (He never really had to cook before but the first dish he made wasn’t bad at all). Sometimes he will tag along Almond in the detective’s work, or Almond will ask for his help.

-I’m still unsure if I want the Almond/Roguefort/Latte to be romantic or platonic. But honestly? Both are good. Latte is pretty close to Almond and Roguefort but not in the way she is with Espresso (that makes them look like siblings jkashduawhu). Perhaps I’ll keep it platonic.

-The Espresseleine/Madespresso story of how they came together, because I seem to not be able to write it down JSHALDHUIWADWA-

--It happens after the Puppet Show mini quest. Madeleine starts to ask for Espresso's "assistance" in different mission that are given to him. Angel is there too, of course.

--During these missions is that Essy clarifies that no, they are not friends, no, he does not like Madeleine. Bringing up the knight begin too prideful and self-centered if not all then most of the time.

--Is not until one of their missions goes wrong, were Angel is knocked out and Espresso (seeing and knowing that if Madeleine is knocked down too they might not be able to go back to the kingdom ever) pretty much receives a rather big attack for Madeleine is that he kind realizes the facts given by espresso true. All while he is carrying Essy and Angel back to the kingdom, running and exhausted too.

--Clover begin kind of a mediator between the two (I want to see more of my son--)

--"Devine, protect us" Should happen too after this. An scenario like, Madeleine coming to think something like "I'm the shield, the one who goes on the front line and receives the blows for those who can't, always looking straight ahead... but if I am doing that then who watches my back? Who do I rely on and trust to take care of most enemies so the damage received is not overwhelming...?"

Power of team work baby!!!

--As a note to this, Maddie getting his cape damaged as well as his hair. So, you get short hair Maddie~

(I've been drawing him with short hair in secret now I have an excuse to show)

-- "You...cut your hair..." *Madeleine touches the points of it with one of his hands, pensive* "...pft it'll grow back!"

--There's also this "Search for your own light" thing between Angel and Maddie. Angel encouraging Madeleine to do so. Maybe Madeleine giving his best wishes to them for their wish to fly before they decide to part ways.

--Madeleine trying other ways to befriend Essy. Which at first Espresso mistaken as the knight usual attempts to befriend anyone he sees out of habit and attention seeking, but once they realize the feeling is completely genuine, Espresso is rather perplexed.

--"You can't just befriend people by buying them gifts (although I do appreciate them)" "Then what?" "hmm..."

--Said gifts used to be rather expensive things, simple though. Eventually Madeleine settles to just pass by Espresso's place, give him any food he had bought that day (which usually is glazed donuts), ask if he needs any help with something (getting a vase, materials, moving things), and if not then he just says his good byes, best wishes and silently leaves. (A note on the "silently leaves": Madeleine is pretty much used to speak loudly and enter loudly anywhere, he still does this at this point, but when it's about Espresso he is a bit more quiet, a bit showy over his entrances still, but less loud, and he actually knocks the door)

--Madeleine eventually manages to go out with Espresso to other places that aren't some place in the forest full of enemies. Probably after some more visits to his place and more calm talks between the two, Madeleine brings up that Espresso tends to act a bit cold or distant towards a lot of people, and that, although he understands his discomfort at begin in public spaces or too long out of his work, he should try and open up a bit. This reminds Essy of a certain friend he hasn't seen in some time, and from whom he keeps getting letters.

--Shenanigans.

--There's still some bickering between the two, always with a playful undertone though.

--Espresso explains Madeleine, one time the knight has gotten Espresso wrapped in a blanket burrito again and got him to bed, that sometimes, no matter how tired he might feel, he is simply unable to sleep. Part of a headcanon of mine that coffee magic has this side effect on it's users, prolonged usage of this kind of magic will induce a high caffeine kind of state, which on the long run can fuck up the user's sleep schedule. Madeleine understands this, but remains stubborn about keeping Espresso in the bed so at last he can get some rest from his work and clear his mind a little, the idiot falls asleep in the process and Espresso doesn't try to wake him up.

--This happens several times after, neither of them thinking of the implications of not begin bothered by the sudden closeness they share until it's too late.

--Espresso realizes first that he has slowly, yet nicely, fallen for Madeleine. I think I talked about this before but I'll do it again: Is in one of the times Madeleine has gotten Espresso to bed to get some rest, Espresso not begin able to fall asleep and Madeleine doing again. Is while he thinks of how he has gotten to know Madeleine for real, not the Knight Commander from a noble family or the Chosen by the Devine, but as he is, that he comes to think that "Ah.... I love him" and he remains calm about it.

--Espresso doesn't overthink it, just thinks that, if Madeleine ever got an interest in him, he would surely show it. So he waits. Even if in the end his feelings aren't mutual he knows he'll do just fine remaining friends.

--Madeleine realizes not many days after. And the realization hits him like a truck. Alone in his place and probably in bed looking at the ceiling thinking about Espresso. Once he realizes and thinks about it a bit more his face gets all red and chooses to scream in the pillow.

--He would think about telling Espresso as soon as he can, after all, he doesn't want his feelings to make their friendship weird. He values it, a lot. Maybe because his friendship with Espresso it's the first one where he genuinely wanted to become friends with someone.

--Espresso takes the confession calmly, gets all flustered after they kiss for the first time.

--As a few extras of this: Madeleine goes back to the Republic, asked to be seen by his family and Espresso goes to Parfedia, where a few students have applied to his class to his surprise. When they see each other again is at Parfedia (Madeleine sending a message to Espresso beforehand about his arrival) -there was this one drawing I did once of Maddie running to hug Espresso, something like that happens-. Madeleine gets very clingy for some reason, which they speak later and comes out as “Home doesn’t quite feel like home…” “Why is that?” “I don’t know… maybe I’ve become used to be around you”

--Espresso lets ends up letting Madeleine stay with him until he either feels like returning to the Republic or is called back, whatever happens first (though none will happen for maybe a year or a little more).

--Ends with Madeleine meeting Latte and Almond.

#Headcanon time baby! #The cookie squad #Espresso Cookie #Madeleine cookie #espresseleine #madespresso #Roguefort cookie #Almond cookie #Latte Cookie #Sparkling cookie #Vampire cookie #Walnut cookie #Bar gays

[jackiebrackettt]

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[jimintopia]

prettiest of them all (1)

genre: college!au, s2l!au, fluff, angst?

pairing: jimin x reader

summary: you're nothing special, just an ordinary girl who's just trying to get through college... but an angelic boy with honey colored eyes thinks you're the most beautiful flower he's ever laid his eyes on.

word count: 1.5k

chapter warnings: swearing (mostly jungkook lmao)

a/n: oh gosh i'm so nervous,, this started out as a tiny drabble i wrote out on the back of my bio notebook in january and two weeks ago i sorta revived the idea lmao. i hope you enjoy this little series of mine!

this fic was made possible by @latetaektalk (thank you so much for those helpful tips! i spent a lot of time formatting and reformatting this post and editing the fic, and your advice helped a lot with that!) and @chimchiekookie (thank you for your encouragement and kind words! you gave me the courage to post, tysm kira). also, to @yuvi-with-luv and @meiadore for just being! i love u crackheads; oKAY that was really long so i'll let you get to the fic oops haha

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(1) only time will tell.

College is not easy. But sharing an apartment with Jeon Jungkook is an entirely new level of difficulty.

“Goodness,” you mutter, stepping around the books and pens scattered on the floor of the living room, your roommate’s half-asleep body slumped across the couch. You can’t even get to the kitchen without tripping over something of his. “Couldn’t you have cleaned up before dozing off? What an idiot.”

“I heard that,” he mumbles drowsily, yawning. “The idiot is clearly you, Y/N. Who the fuck signs up for an eight A.M. lecture on Mondays? Something’s obviously wrong with you.”

That earns him an apple to the head, before you remember it’s supposed to be your to-go breakfast and quickly scramble to retrieve it.

“It’s mandatory,” you tell him. “Can’t graduate without taking it, so I might as well suffer. Psychology majors go to hell anyway, so I signed up knowing what I was getting myself into.” You give your best friend a once-over as he stretches, still on the couch. “You have fun sleeping in, Jeon, but by the time I get back I want you showered and ready for a proper brunch. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he rolls his eyes, but you know he enjoys your routine outings as much as you do. Ever since you met in your second year of high school, it became a little tradition of yours to regularly meet up for lunch on the weekends — and that turned into basically each mealtime once you got to college. “Just go, you’re going to be late. Those tiny legs of yours are gonna have a hard time running all the way to 808. We’re not even on campus.”

“Excuse you?! I’m 5’6”!”

“Y/N,” he sighs, shaking his head pitifully. “That’s like, four inches shorter than me. But nice try.”

Both of you exchange an annoyed glare, but deep down, you’re having your fun bantering with him. It’s a trademark of your relationship, one of the many things you appreciate him for. No one you have met so far could match your sharp tongue as well as Jungkook.

“I do not have time to argue with you right now, Kook.” You glance at the clock, quickly slipping your feet into battered sneakers. “There are leftovers in the fridge — by the way, remember to lock the door if you don’t want Taehyung to visit unannounced again — and I left a carton of banana milk on the bottom shelf, right next to the ketchup. Oh! I did your laundry last night; there’s a pile in your room that you just need to fold and put away. Anything else I’m forgetting?”

“You just dumped my clothes in my room? On the floor?”

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “Wrong answer, Jeon.”

“Oh, fine.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, ruffling your hair affectionately. “Thank you, Y/N. Now please just go already.”

“Dumbass,” you return, grinning. “I’ll be back soon. I'll bring Taehyung over if I run into him!”

He’s already closed your front door, but you can still hear his shout of protest from the other side, causing you to burst into incessant giggles: “Don’t you fucking dare!”

By some kind of miracle, you actually get to the lecture hall approximately a minute early. You and Jungkook don’t live on campus, but your apartment is pretty close — walking gets you to class in ten minutes, and if you run, you’ll arrive much quicker.

“Yeoreum!” you greet your friend with a whisper as you walk in, tossing your apple core into the small trash can. “You’re actually early for once!”

“Blame Hoseok,” she grumbles as you sit down next to her. “Dumbass woke me up at five in the morning to go run with him, Y/N. Five o’clock. The asshole’s dead to me from now on.”

“That sucks,” you sympathize, but you know she’ll always give in to her twin brother — the two of them are inseparable, as much as she likes to complain about him. “But hey, at least you got your coffee fix!”

Yeoreum lifts the half-empty cup before taking a long sip, a small smile adorning her features. “Also courtesy of Hoseok,” she admits. “He causes a lot of arguments, but at least he knows how to solve them. I like to think I’ve trained him well.”

“I wish I had a sibling,” you sigh wistfully. “A brother, maybe. Or a sister, I wouldn’t really mind. It must be nice always having someone else who understands you.”

“Y/N, you live with Jungkook,” she points out. “He’s basically the brother you’ve wanted your entire life. He has been since we were fifteen.”

“I know, but it’s different. I didn’t grow up with him. Plus, he’s more annoying than a sibling could ever be.”

“And he’s hot as hell.”

“Yeoreum,” you scold quietly, bringing out your laptop for the start of the lecture. “You think everyone you meet is hot. Regardless of whether they’re actually a decent human being or not. That’s probably why you always end up dating assholes who don’t deserve you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves you off, not quite meeting your eyes. “Chill, Y/N, I’m not interested. The boy’s just insanely attractive. Can’t I call someone attractive without wanting to get with them?”

You lean over to say something to her, but the entire class quiets down suddenly, so silent that you could hear even the softest whisper.

Professor Ahn strides in with an authoritative air, several books in her arms, followed by a boy whom you’ve never seen in this class before. A new student, perhaps? Or maybe he just transferred departments. You never know — it’s certainly not too late to switch out.

The professor tells him something quickly and he nods, before jogging up the stairs and hastily sliding into the seat right next to you. In fact, it all happens so quickly that you’re still buffering, trying to process what just happened. Instinctively, you move a little closer to Yeoreum.

“Goddamn,” she breathes, eyes wide in surprise. “Y/N, he’s so fine.”

Okay, so that was a bad choice. But the thing is, she’s not wrong.

The guy doesn’t speak to or look at you once during the entire lecture, totally dedicated to typing up everything Professor Ahn is saying — but you can’t help but check him out from the corner of your eye every few minutes. The blond hair is, surprisingly, a very good look on him, and the way the corner of his mouth is always turned upward makes you incredibly curious. What the hell is there to be happy about such an early class?

Ten minutes before you can finally get out of that stuffy hall, there’s a light tap on your right shoulder, startling you. You turn your head around so fast your vision nearly blurs, taking a second to steady again. “Huh?”

The new guy is tentatively smiling at you, like he’s gauging your response. “Hi,” he says, a little hesitant. “Um — do you have a black pen I can borrow? Mine just gave up on me mid-word and I didn’t bring any extra.” You glance over to his side of the bench: sure enough, the last few letters of the word ‘extension’ are so faded out, you can barely see them.

All of your pens are either blue or red, but Yeoreum quickly passes you one of her black-ink fountain pens under the bench, nodding at you in silent understanding. “Here,” you offer it to him, watching the adorable way his face lights up when you hand it to him.

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver,” he says, quickly scribbling something down. “I can’t fathom using any ink color other than black, it just… doesn’t make sense to me.”

Well, you could type up a whole argument against that, but you hold your tongue for the time being. Instead, you peek over at his notebook curiously, trying to see what he’s so engrossed in writing down. You catch sight of a name printed neatly on the top left corner of the page, and you squint so you can see it better.

Park Jimin. You let it rest in your mind for a moment. It’s a beautiful name, and though you don’t know exactly what it means, you’re sure it would roll right off your tongue if you were to say it aloud.

“I’m Jimin,” he says, right on cue as he returns the pen and you not-so-discreetly pass it to Yeoreum again. “What about you?”

“Y/N.” For some reason, you’re struggling both to find something to say and maintain some kind of calm. You don’t know why he’s making your heart beat faster, only that he is.

“That’s a nice name.” Jimin smiles, and it’s breathtaking. His eyes form little crescents as he beams at you — you! — and for just one second, you can’t think of anything else. A silly crush, you chide yourself, averting your gaze from his face. A few days and it’ll leave on its own.

You want to be right, and you might be wrong, but you have no idea, no way of knowing what the future holds. It’s like they always say — only time will tell.

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THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part VII/VII)

"apart"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst

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Warnings: language (?) Angst

A/N: P L E A S E DON'T MURDER ME YET THERE'S AN EPILOGUE OKAY?! OKAY now enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part VI: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VI: the downfall

Epilogue: I still love you

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Since the Amortentia incident, Y/n had barely looked at me; not in the way I had avoided her after New Year, though, this time, it was different. She didn't seem to be doing it accidentally, rather than on purpose; she appeared to be too lost into her turmoil of thoughts to realise what she was doing, which scared me more.

I had figured the Amortentia would have had something to do with it, but it took me two days to pick up on it.

Undoubtedly, Y/n had smelled Fred's scent on it, and it dawned on her how twisted what we were doing was.

I cried myself to sleep the night that my mind stumbled upon that information. I let myself sob violently, pouring out as much pain as I could, wanting to wash away the recurrent thoughts that creeped on my mind, thoughts that were not unfounded.

That was it— I had lost both a friend and the woman I loved.

Once the tears seem to die out, a new thought appeared in my mind; maybe I was meant to be alone. I could barely function alone, how was I supposed to function with another person?

Perhaps I had always be meant to be alone.

I was going to be alone forever.

I was alone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

It took my careless arse a hot minute to be aware of how obvious my emotional rollercoaster was from the outside; George had been getting visibly upset by it —I'd dare to reckon he even cried the past night because of it—, and I had to stop that, but how?

I knew it was always best to tell the truth, but where would that take us? Nowhere good. I couldn't just tell George I was in love with him and expect us not to fall apart even harder.

He would think I'm lying, or that I'm using him as a second option —I couldn't let him think that—, but again, his mind had probably gone to those thoughts due to my radio silence.

I had to tell him the truth, and face the consequences.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sound of our front door's lock opening snapped me out of my own mind, and even made me jump a bit in the couch I sat. I had been waiting for George to arrive for a good couple of hours, weighing on how I could approach the topic, but I didn't seem to come up with anything remotely good.

He stepped into the flat with his eyes casted down, so it took him a moment to acknowledge my presence. "I—" his now dull eyes observed me with confusion, as if he wasn't expecting to see me in my own flat. "what are you doing awake?"

"Waiting for you." He closed the door, scrutinising me with furrowed brows. "I— well—" I cleared my throat and got up, causing his shoulders to tense up. "I wanted to tell you something."

I thought I would have to fight his childish behavior and convince him not to dodge the subject, but he only leaned on the door, his hands behind his back and his eyes casted down. "I... I wanted to tell you something too."

"You go first." I prompted him, planning on using those extra seconds to mentally prepare myself for what I was about to say —as if I hadn't been trying to mentally prepare myself for two hours already.

He peeked at me and sighed, his eyes coming back to his shoes before speaking. "I don't know how to say this— I" he pursed his lips and I could see the struggle irradiating from him. "I think you should move out." Now I knew why he refused to meet my gaze. "We— we need time away y'know— Fleur offered to help you look for an apartment. I'll go back to the Burrow until you find one— and I'm not firing you but I would appreciate if you didn't attend the clients if I'm there."

I should have spoken first, I scolded myself.

"Why?"

"What why?"

"Why you should've spoken first?"

"I— well, so you see," I tugged on my sleeves; it was my turn to avoid his look. "W-when I spilled the Amortentia— well I— I smelled—"

"I know."

"You... Do?"

"Yeah, that's... That's why I think we need some time away."

I had never in my life had my heart shattered in so many pieces in such a short span of time. The pain was so immense that I wasn't able to shed a single tear. Out of every outcome, this was the least expected.

"O-okay." We kept sneaking glances at each other in a dreadful silence until our eyes accidentally met. "I think—"

"I should—"

Another best of silence fell among us after we simultaneously spoke.

"I should go pick some things up." He muttered, passing by my side as fast as he could.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning I caught him, as I expected, sneaking out of the flat with one of the bags he had carried in months ago.

He was already exiting when I jogged out of my room, managing to catch his hand.

I could see the goosebumps in his arm, and I thanked Merlin he couldn't hear my heart threatening to leaving my chest to go with him.

"I'm really sorry, George." I whispered, squeezing his hand. Although I had a tiny bit of hope that he would change his mind and step back into our home if I said those words, it was more of a goodbye.

He just shook his head, letting me know there was no need for an apology, and squeezed my hand back before pulling away.

His fingers slipping away from mines was such an emptying feeling, as if my connection with him slept away from my grasp forever.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I went to sleep that night hoping George's parting would have been a nightmare, and I cried the morning after when my brain took in that it was, in fact, very much real.

A heavily pregnant Fleur showed up that afternoon; she made me dinner and tried to cheer me up a little before making me get dressed so she could drag me out to look for flats in the Diagon Alley. It was an unsuccessful trip, but the Triwizard Tournament Champion wasn't about to give up so easily, so she came the next day, and the following, and on and on for a week.

As if summoned by the woman's will to find me a new home, we found a cheap, acceptable apartment near the shop.

I purchased it instantly, and soon enough I was moving out my things with Bill's help, to stop his wife from helping me herself.

"That's the last one, right?" Bill questioned, nodding at the bag laying on the couch with a box in his hands.

"Yup." I pulled it up and hung it on my shoulder.

"Need anything else?" I shook my head no. "Alright then I'll leave this at your place and apparate back home." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "I know it's none of my business but... Whatever happened between you two— it's fixable, believe me."

"I really don't think so." I muttered, gripping the bag's strap.

"It is," he repeated, adjusting the box in his arms. "just don't give up." He gave me a small, reassuring smile and disapparated.

Maybe he was right, maybe it was fixable. Taking a look around the now emptier apartment, I thought it surely didn't seem like it, but hope is the last thing you lose, right?

In a final attempt of getting him back, I grabbed a notebook from the bag and teared a page off it; I left the bag besides me as I knelt down and reached for a pencil forgotten over the coffee table.

Three Days Later

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

I entered the apartment— it was quiet, similar to a cemetery, just like the first time I stepped on the apartment after the war.

This time, it was empty, though.

Y/n didn't rush to the door when I opened it.

She didn't catch me when I fell on my knees and broke down to tears.

I was alone.

After Godric knows how long I managed to get myself back to my feet. I passed Y/n's old room as fast as I had first passed Fred's room months ago.

Once I got to my room and lay down on my bed, my mind cleared up enough for me to realise that I would be seeing Y/n the next day —at least once— at the shop.

"Fuck." I muttered, burying my face on my pillow.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

He had asked me not to leave the office while he was in the shop.

He had explicitly asked me not to, but I needed to know if he had read my letter— no, I need to know if I had taken a step in the right direction by writing the letter.

So there I was, descending the stairs in his direction, and taking my time to do so since he was talking with a couple of clients.

"Y/n!" Verity rushed to me with what seemed a defective portable swamp. "I need your help with this," My eyes, still on George, caught the way his head snapped in my direction with sheer fear on it. "I've got a woman there threatening with suing us because the swamp send one of her children to St. Mungo!" The girl managed to get my attention with her anxious rambling.

"She can't do that." George, who had probably caught on Verity's words, spoke before I could. "She agreed on our shop policy." He reminded her, walking to stand by my side.

"I already told her that Mister Weasley, but she said she's 'not taking the words of a pipsqueak'." She replied in a whisper.

"She said what?" George questioned in disbelief.

"I'm gonna shove that lawsuit up her arse." I spoke, spotting the completely out of place middle aged woman who stood in front of Verity's till. "Send her to the office." Verity looked at me and then at George for confirmation, who simply gave her a nod.

Once Verity left, I turned to the ginger, whose warm eyes were already fixed on me. "How are you?" He inquired in a way that let me see it was out of politeness, which made my hopes die a little.

"Been better." I replied, ready to somehow test the waters. "How about you?"

"Same, I suppose." George didn't even try to put on a happy face, and I started to get anxious; there was no way he would have missed the note —I left it on the kitchen table— so that meant he had read it and- "You should go back to the office."

My heart attempted to hold onto the possibility of him not having read the note, but my brain knew better than that. "Alright." I nodded and went back to my workplace; I would deal with that woman and after that, I would prepare a resignation letter.

George was right, we needed to be apart.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It wasn't that bad, I lied to myself, sitting down on the sofa while undoing the tie's knot.

My mind was about to begin the overthinking of Y/n's words when my stomach growled. Without noticing, I had gone without a single meal for the entire day.

I listened to my body and moved to the kitchen to prepare myself something. While the stove heated up, I turned around and took a look at the kitchen; just like the rest of the rooms, it seemed gloomier without Y/n lighting up the apartment.

Stop thinking about her.

My eyes landed on a piece of paper with one of Y/n's rings over it. Before properly realising it, I was sitting down on one of the chairs and reading what had been written in the scrapped page.

Dear George,

I know what happened is on both of us, but I can't help but blame myself, as selfish as it might sound.

You don't know this, but while at Hogwarts, I found you and Fred rather annoying— I didn't understand why everyone seemed to fancy you so much. Then, you hired me to work in this amazing shop, and I understood.

During these past two years I had the pleasure and honour to call you my friend; you made my life much better, I'd like to think I did the same.

I wanted to apologise for everything I've done since New Year. I'm so very sorry for falling in love with you. Though it was something so easy to happen, I never thought it would go this far.

I don't know what is this letter (a proper goodbye? I don't know), but I want need you to know that I never wanted to harm you nor our friendship, and that I'm still going to be here for you, feelings aside.

Love,

Y/n.

I re-read the fourth paragraph at least five times before taking it in.

She had fallen in love with me.

That's what she had meant to say when she spoke to me about the Amortentia— that she had smelled my scent— Oh no.

My reply— she probably thought it was unrequited; she probably thought I had kicked her out because she was in love with me and not quite the opposite.

Without thinking twice, I ran down to the office with the letter clutched in my hand; she had to be there, she was always the last one to leave.

She had to be there.

I was so focused on reaching the office on time that I missed Y/b's figure exiting the shop.

I slammed the door open, just to find the table's surface, which used to be full of Y/n's things, clean in its entirety, aside from an envelope which had written on it 'resignation'.

"No."

READER'S P. O. V.

I had just left the small box with my things over the coffee table, and was taking off my shoes when an apparition noise followed by a couple of bangs on my front door made me jolt.

Out of a sad habit I, among the rest of the Order, had gotten during the war, I grabbed my wand and approached the door.

My arm fell limply on my side while I stared into George's eyes, which seemed to hold back a storm of mixed emotions.

"C-can we talk?" My gaze then fell on the paper his hand was gripping, and that I assumed was my resignation.

"George, listen, I can't—"

"I'm in love with you."

Words had stumbled out of his mouth in panic, and the only thing I could reply was, "What?"

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Gwynriel Headcanon - The Summer Solstice

Alright this chapter is extra long so - COMPENSATION

Gwyn woke up to the sun literally shining in her face. Tarquin wasn't here this morning to wake her up as he usually did. She actually liked when he came to wake her up, mainly because she always got him to cover the windows.

Today he didn't come. Gwyn knew why. Last night was, well, the first time she'd ever been kissed and it was by her childhood friend. She used to have a crush on Tarquin but now all her feelings were mixed, because of Azriel.

Faerie wine was very powerful and when people drink it, they forget what happened the entire night. The only reason Gwyn didn't forget was that she had thrown out some of the wine and mixed a lot of water in it. But still, even mixed with water, faerie wine had messed with her actions.

She would never kiss anyone like that. But she was glad it was Tarquin, not anyone else. But she had wanted someone else to be her first kiss beside her mate, and it was not specifically Tarquin.

She finally got up to face the judging faces of everyone. As soon as she got up, her head started paining. Hangover. She mustered enough strength to take a bath and wear her usual leathers. Shit. Because Tarquin didn't wake her up, It was 1pm, she was 4 hours late for training. She ran running down the stairs and in the ground, but she saw no one there.

She then clutched her head which was paining like hell. Azriel then came up beside her and offered something. "What is it? " She asked, her head still paining. "Poison", "What!", "Relax, I'm kidding, it's gonna help with your hangover" Azriel replied.

She took the bottle right from his hand and drunk all of whatever was in it. It definitely wasn't poison but it definitely wasn't good either. Gwyn gave the bottle back to Azriel and wiped her lips with her hands. "Where is everyone? " She asked while sitting down on the grass and extended her legs. She then patted a place beside her.

"Summer Solstice" He replied and sat down beside her. "Oh" Was all she replied. That was why the weather was so much hotter today.

Azriel didn't know what to do next. He knew the effects of faerie wine. He wanted to talk to her, he'd searched the entire of the summer court for her that morning because she wasn't in the dining room for breakfast as usual. Then it hit him to actually check the place she might be in, her room.

When he had went in her room, she was sleeping soundly, her hair slightly on her cheeks. Azriel was relieved. He didn't know what would've happened to him if he hadn't found her. He didn't want to think about it either.

He sat down on his knees beside her bed, he then slightly took the hair out of her pretty face, so he could see it better. She moved to his side and his hand was under her face now. Azriel froze, not knowing what to do.

He just stayed there for hours, not wanting to wake her up, but secretly enjoying the feeling of her face in his hand. Only if he could share this moment, only if she was awake. His shadows were gently around her, playing with her hair but not waking her up.

When she finally shifted and his hand was free, he got up and left. He didn't have an excuse to stay with her anymore and didn't want to deal with his feelings if he did. His shadows were restless, begging him to go back but he didn't.

He then looked at Gwyn, her head tilted back and her hand slightly touching his. He came back to reality and asked, "Are you going to the ball?", "What ball?" She asked. "Tonight's ball, here, in the summer court. "

"Oh, I didn't know there was a ball but I'm probably not going" She was now facing him. "Why", "I don't have anything to wear" She said. "So what, you can go in your leathers" Azriel said jokingly and Gwyn laughed.

Gwyn's laugh was like freedom to Azriel, he loved it. "Yeah and then Quinn will kick us out of the court" She said jokingly but Azriel forced a smile, she still didn't call him Az but she called that pompous ass Quinn.

"You should go, the Nesta and Emerie are also coming" He said. He wanted Gwyn to come to the ball so that he had an excuse to see and talk to her. "Really! " Gwyn said was excited now. "Yeah, the whole inner circle is coming" He said. "Well, then I'm definitely going, I'll see if I have anything to wear" She said and got up and left. "Byee Az" She said and went inside the house, leaking of joy.

Oh god. He had waited a months to finally hear her mouth say his name. Even if it was just 2 letters.

Gwyn couldn't wait to meet Nesta and Emerie and Nyx. She missed them so much. She first went to the dining room to eat something. As soon as she finished her lunch she went to the ground to do some training. Azriel joined her when she was practicing her kicks.

It was and unspoken agreement between them. That whenever the other person approached while you were training, you will practice with them now. Gwyn was panting after two hours of training, they even used knives now, it was Gwyn's speciality but it was Azriel's too. So he always won but still Gwyn never yielded, never.

They were both panting and covered with sweat when Gwyn started running back to the house. "Where are you going" Azriel shouted at her. Gwyn turned back and ran to the house while facing Azriel, "I'm gonna see you at the ball" Was all Gwyn shouted before turning her back to him and running to her room.

When she entered her room, she saw many people a beautiful red dress, it looked like a ball gown and had a note attached to it,

Red always was your colour. ~Quinn

The dress was beautiful, it was around 5pm right now. "You are invited to the ball tonight, our high lord asked us to help you get dressed, please take a seat here" One of the girls said. "You may wanna take a bath first" The other one said.

"Yeah, yeah" Gwyn said and walked into the bathroom. It was just a friendly gesture, right? It meant nothing more, Quinn was just being friendly, wasn't he? At this point Gwyn was questioning all her life choices.

Gwyn didn't waste another moment thinking about it. She took a bath and went out in her room. All the girls were working on her all at once. Someone was putting on makeup, someone was doing her nails and her hair and whatnot. After 2 LOONG hours they were finally done.

Gwyn was looking like she'd always wanted to - beautiful. She wasn't just looking magnificent, she was feeling it too.

The girls then directed her out of the room and took her to the ballroom. The gate was opened and she entered. The people were dancing and singing and they were all so happy. From the corner of her eye she saw Nesta and Emerie. She literally ran towards them.

"I missed you both soo much" She said while hugging them tightly together. They hugged her back to. "Wow Gwyn, youu look beautiful" Nesta said, "She's right, you look hot as hell" Emerie said and Mor shot her a look.

"Thank you, you all look great too" She said to no one in particular. She then saw Nyx in Feyre's hands. She bowed in front of Rhys and Feyre. "High Lord, High Lady, How are you?" She asked them. "We're very good, Nyx missed you a lot" Feyre said and Rhys put a hand around her waist and kissed her temple. Gwyn admired the couple so much. She admired their happiness and hard work. She admired their child a lot too.

"Has he spoken anything yet? " She asked them, playing with Nyx a little bit. He caught her little finger and she smiled. "No, not yet, but I think he's close to it" Feyre said and smiled at her baby.

"Still don't want to talk to others" Someone whispered in her ears, their breath hot on her neck. It was Azriel. He looked great half naked during practice but right now in a suit he practically looked like a god.

When Gwyn turned around, Azriel stopped breathing for a moment. She was looking magnificent. He had never seen her in such a dress. He had never thought he would ever get the chance to do so anyway.

Azriel didn't speak anything for a moment. He couldn't, his voice was stuck in his throat. He was suddenly pushed a little from behind and he blurted out "You look beautiful".

Gwyn smiled, a rare smile which she only reserved for Azriel. Azriel was usually a very composed and cool person, right now, he wasn't. His shadows were playing with Gwyn. They were reckless. They were playing with her hair, her dress, her hands and whatnot. Gwyn started laughing. She enjoyed their company.

Oh god. Gwyn's smile, that smile. Her eyes, her laugh, her smile. God, what Azriel wouldn't do to see her this happy everyday. When Gwyn laughed, he was finally brought back to reality and he realized it wasn't a dream. He then finally got his shadows in a leash and stopped them. They were wrathful when he did that but still listened to him.

"Thank you, you don't look to bad yourself too" She said and walked away. Why didn't I ask her for a dance? It's not too late, I can still ask her.

When Azriel turned around to find Gwyn, he saw that she was with Tarquin, dancing and laughing and smiling. When Tarquin rolled her and dropped her low enough, with his hands on her waist, he whispered something in her ear and Gwyn laughed. He heard her say Thank You before he was interrupted.

"He's in love" Jack, one of the bastards from training said.

"What the hell are you doing here? " Azriel asked. "Tarquin invited all of us. And if you wanna get the girl, don't just brood and stand here, ask her to a dance" He replied.

"I don't need advice from a 16 year old who's barely lived" Azriel said, knowing how paranoid and annoying he sounded.

"Hey! I'm 18 and you might wanna stop being so rude to everyone. I gave you advice cause you desperately needed it, you can take it or leave it."

He started to walk away but "what did you mean by 'he's in love' " Azriel interrupted him.

"He looks at Gwyn just the way she looks at you" Was all he said before walking away.

What did he mean be 'she looks at you', that little shit didn't make anything easier, just more complicated. But one thing he was right about, he should ask Gwyn to dance.

He was just going towards Gwyn when he saw her dragging Tarquin out of the ballroom and into the ground. He followed them and saw Gwyn put a hand over Tarquin's mouth. What the hell was she doing?!?

"Tarquin, just a moment" Gwyn said to him. "But why are we here" Tarquin asked but didn't move her. "Tarquin just keep quiet", "But why-" He was cut off by Gwyn kissing him. Azriel started to walk towards them but he was pushed into the wall by Elain kissing him. His eyed widened. WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON!

Then Molly came out of the ball room, in tears. Gwyn stopped kissing Tarquin and again put her hand on his mouth. He didn't interrupt her this time. Gwyn's eyes met Azriel's and Azriel suddenly regretted everything in his entire life.

Then came Tom running after Molly. "Molly I-I'm so sorry" He said. "Why did you kiss her then, WHY?" She started hitting him on the chest now. Gwyn then got away from Tarquin and came in between Molly and Tom. "Molly listen to me" Molly still tried to reach Tom and probably kill him.

"MOLLY" She shouted and Molly finally stopped. "He wanted to kiss you, it's just that you and Samantha were wearing the same dress" "But", "No buts, Tom wanted you to be his first kiss, he told me", it was true. Tom had told Gwyn he wanted Molly to be his first kiss.

Gwyn then cautiously stepped aside. "Is it true?" Molly asked, her voice breaking. "Yes God ye-" Tom was cut off by Molly kissing him. Gwyn smiled at them seeing how happy they were.

Suddenly a black mist surrounded them. That mist which could mean only one thing.

Nightmare Suriels

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It Was Enchanting To Meet You (Edmund Pevensie x Mutant!FemReader)

Chapter III: Prophecy

Summary: Peter explains the prophecy. Y/N and Edmund start to get to know each other more.

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Word Count: 1644

Warnings: Mentions of possible war, Creepy suitors

A/N: Due to amount of school work that I have, this might be the only chapter I upload this week. But I will try to upload two chapters next week, I'm really sorry luvs.

“Who?” Susan asked,

“I think you’re quite mistaken dear, I’m no professor.” Mr. Tumnus said,

Embarrassed by her little outburst, Y/N said, “I’m sorry, it’s just you have an uncanny resemblance to my professor in my world.”

“Your world?” Mr. Tumnus raised an eyebrow,

“It’s a long story, but we think she may be the young witch of the prophecy.” Peter said and Mr. Tumnus’ kind mellow face instantly changed into a surprised one.

“You must all come in, we shall talk about this over tea.” Mr. Tumnus said and let the five of them inside. They all sat down on the small dining table as Mr. Tumnus went by his stove to heat up the kettle. “Oh no, I believe I've run out of firewood” he said.

Y/N turned around and said, “Ooh I got it!” and with a flick of her fingers, the kettle starts to make a loud noise as the water boiled at its highest temperature. She turns back to the rest of them as they look at her with pure amazement.

"Where have you been all our lives?!" Lucy exclaimed and the place was filled with laughter. After preparing the tea, Mr. Tumnus sets the teapot on the table along with sugar cubes and milk, as well as an array of biscuits and turkish delights. Edmund got a hold of the plate of turkish delights and immediately started munching on it as Peter took out a huge scroll of paper from his satchel.

“Do you just carry that around with you?” Y/N asked,

“He actually does.” Edmund replied as he continued to eat turkish delights, Peter smacks his hand making the small piece of turkish delight fall off of his fingers down to the floor. "Hey!" Edmund yelled,

"Will you stop eating, I'm about to tell you the prophecy!" Peter commanded,

"Well I'm not the one with powers am i?" Edmund replied, earning him another smack but on the back of his head and the other girls giggled and Mr. Tumnus let out a light hearted laugh.

Peter cleared his throat and started to read what was on the scroll,

“A young witch shall emerge from the forest of Narnia then followed by the rise of the white witch with her endless winter once again. But the young witch shall put a forebear to the bitter cold weather and bring the white witch’s demise.”

"That's it?" Y/N asked and Peter nodded,

"Were you expecting more?" Susan asked,

"I mean the paper was so huge, I assumed there'd be a lot of writing on it..." Y/N said,

"Peter probably wrote down huge letters when Aslan told him to write down the prophecy." Edmund teased and right when Peter was about to give him a third smack, he immediately dodged it which ended up in a silly tickle fight. "Hey stop that!" Edmund yelled, his voice at a higher octave. Y/N chuckles, catching Edmund's attention, he clears his throat and repeats what he had just said but in a more lower tone, "Stop it, I said." Peter eventually gave up and they all sat down to talk about the prophecy.

"We don't know when, but the White Witch will surely come back now that Y/N's here." Peter said,

"Then what should I do?" Y/N asked,

"For now, you should stay at the castle. I will gather more people for an army in case it gets bloody." Peter replied and everyone's mood turned gloomy with the mention of the words army and bloody. It had been years since their last battle and they were successful, however they cannot deny how scary it was to go to war at such a young age.

"You don't really have to gather an army. This fight is between Y/N and the Jadis just like you said, the others shouldn't be involved besides us." Susan said,

"I know that, but I'm just taking extra precautions." Peter replied,

"Taking extra precautions or are you underestimating Y/N's capability of defeating Jadis?" Susan snapped and the air in the room felt uneasy. Peter did not reply but only stared at his sister and she looked back with a stone cold glare.

"Now, now, let's not argue. Let's just put out a vote shall we?" Mr. Tumnus suggested,

"I agree with Susan, I don't want to risk the lives of Narnians and I really do think Y/N can defeat Jadis..." Lucy said.

Everyone's eyes fell on Edmund, waiting for him to respond. "What? Oh. Well... A-as much as I think that Y/N can take down the White Witch, I just think we should gather more troops. As back up." Edmund said.

Susan rolled her eyes and looked at Y/N, "What do you think Y/N?"

Y/N didn't exactly know how to respond. She had only been in Narnia for a few hours, she may have seen a good portion of the whole kingdom, however she doesn't exactly know what was really going on. "Look, I'm fairly new to this thing and I'm not really sure how it's gonna go..." She looked at Susan with worried eyes and she understood where she was going. Though disappointed, Susan simply nodded, "I think it's better if King Peter gathered more troops." Y/N said.

"Then it's settled, I'll be leaving by sunset." Peter said,

"Right away?" Lucy asked,

"We don't really know when the White Witch will come back, and it's better to be prepared before it's too late," Peter stood up, "Thank you for the wonderful tea Mr. Tumnus, but we must head back to the castle now." Peter said.

"No worries, I'm always here if you need any help." Mr. Tumnus said, then he turned to Y/N and gave a nod as if that last bit was meant for her. Y/N smiled and nodded as well, eventually the five of them left Mr. Tumnus' cave and arrived at the castle.

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Back at the castle, Susan and Lucy were bombarded with letters from suitors. With the help of Y/N, they sat in the library writing several replies most of which are rejections. One letter was for Susan, it was from a King from a kingdom that was quite awfully far from Narnia. The letter was very poetic, Susan thought, until she realized the King was almost forty years older than her. At one point the letter got a little too inappropriate and the girls decided it wasn't even worth replying to a rejection to. Susan asked one of the maids to burn it and make sure that the King who wrote it would never send a letter again.

Eventually, Y/N grew tired of writing. "Thank you for your help, but I think Lucy and I can finish up this last one and you can go ahead and rest." Susan smiled and Y/N put the letter on top of the towering stack of letters and walked out of the library. She walked through the hallways and decided to wander around until she saw an open balcony. She went out only to be startled by Edmund who had been standing on the edge of the balcony.

"I'm sorry, I'll just go back." Y/N said making her way out,

"Wait! You can stay..." Edmund said, making Y/N awkwardly turn around and stand next to him. "So how are you liking Narnia so far?" He asked.

"It's great! The place is great, your people are great, and the way you guys rule the kingdom seems far more better than what I've seen in my world. I mean, I could actually see myself living here." Y/N replied,

"Really?" Edmund's eyes sparkled at the thought of having Y/N in Narnia for the rest of eternity, Y/N hummed in agreement. There was a moment of comfortable silence until Edmund spoke up again, "You seem to be having a lot of fun with my sisters."

"They're very lovely." Y/N replied,

"What about Peter? I suppose you think he’s the most charming king.” Edmund said in a mocking tone,

"Actually it’s quite the opposite. The first time I met him he questioned where my allegiance lies," Y/N chuckled then looked around, "He's pretty intimidating." She whispered.

"Well he does try to act intimidating but deep down inside he’s a little softy," Edmund said, "But don't tell him I said that." He said mimicking the way Y/N whispered earlier making her giggle.

“Well what about you, your highness? What’s there to know about you? Besides your love of turkish delights.” Y/N teased,

"Well, I'm actually a great swordsman if I do say so myself." Edmund said proudly,

"Ah, I also have some experience with fencing. I took classes and even briefly joined a team." Y/N said,

"Then you'll have to show me your skills sometime." Edmund replied,

"Is that an invitation for a duel?" Y/N playfully raised an eyebrow,

"Perhaps." Edmund smirked and they both laughed. However, the laughter was short lived when Peter made his presence known by loudly clearing up his throat. They both turned around to see him with both arms folded.

"Edmund, I need your help with something. Will you come with me to the weapon room?" Peter said and Edmund nodded. Before he could leave he turned to look at Y/N,

"You're still up for that duel?" He asked with a smile,

"Of course your highness, just let me know when." Y/N answered smiling back.

"You do know you can just call me Edmund, or Ed." Edmund said,

"Come on Ed!" Peter said dragging Edmund away before Y/N could even reply to him.

"Right..." Y/N said, "Edmund." She smiled to herself as the sound of his name gave her butterflies in her stomach.

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Same anon who just asked about jekyll turning into a vampire during college, so you mentioned there may have been a vampire with the maggot dog. What if said vampire is starving they had just attempted to drink from the dog but I doubt the dog had any good blood left so then Henry passes by gets attacked but the vampire in their hunger turns him, proceeds to run away leaving Henry in pain. Henry then in his first hunger for blood ends up killing some people, when he finally comes back to himself he's so so guilty but he's also just as scared of being captured. So in his guilt he makes HJ7 trying to cure himself of vampirism and trying to get rid of everything he hates about himself at the same time. Also would jasper know that jekylls a vampire? Or would the mint smell that seems to follow jekyll make jasper not notice? Maybe jekyll uses mint as something to hide his vampirism? Along with his other potions he uses for it. On a fluffier note bat like jekyll my beloved I can now imagine Henry hanging upside down somewhere sleeping not as a bat only for a lodger to come across him and scream as one does when they see their boss hanging on the ceiling. Jekyll wakes up falls down and just starts to hiss before realizing the situation. Also maybe jekyll would only appear in maijabis mirrors? Or! Jekyll being invited to some fancy ball but just waiting outside awkwardly because they never gave him permission to come inside. Anyway I'm done now this ask is too long srry I'll be marking it off just in case I get more ideas to share if you don't mind -💉

Oooo! Named anon! Syringe anon my beloved <3 congrats on being my second ever named anon 🎉

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Yeah!! That's pretty similar to what I was thinking actually! It's late, theres no one around, and this vampire is hungry. So they decide to eat the closest flesh around, being a maggot infested days old mutt. But it only serves to make the vampire hungrier. The scrawny weak human, who has a clear smell of exhaustion, but such fresh, warm blood, such a fast heart. He's an obvious target, and he doesn't stand a chance. But miraculously, he survives the attack, at least, long enough for the vampirism to completely run through him

Hmm I dont think he'd make HJ7 actually, this is what, a whole decade before the events of tgs? And with Jekyll only making Hyde eh, 2 years prior to canon? Considering current and the book, I really dont think a young vampiric Jekyll could survive so long with a Hyde, not to mention not having the supplies or money for ingredients. BUT! I think itd be a great extra reason for Jekyll to want to make Hj7 when he does. I mean think about it, Jekyll wants to get rid if his evil, and his vampirism is no doubt apart of himself he considers evil. I mean, in college he killed and ate like 5 fellow students/teachers after his initial turn, so he lives knowing he's killed, that he got away with it, that he could easily, and probably even has killed more people after that, and to live with that for so long, to know he's killed and that he's a "monster" and that hes kept it a secret the whole time. It would certainly strengthen his depression, and his desire to split the soul, to be perfectly good, there's no cure to vampirism once you "die" with it, so all he can do is find a way to suppress it, to hide it

Oh Jekyll most certainly hides the smell of being a vampire with peppermint! More so when Jasper enters the party. But considering Jasper is observant, I think itd be fun to still figure out somehow. Because then for the very first time Jekyll can have someone know about his vampirism. Not only that, but someone who supports him, who tells him he's not a bad person and that he's not a monster. Someone who helps him, and they can even be supernatural buddies <3 with lil bat Jekyll hanging out (hehe) with wolf form Jasper. Oh! Them running through the woods or something with their supernatural speed or whatever and just having a fun time. With Jekyll probably being happy about something related to him being a vampire for the first time-

:0 Jekyll being a funky vampire father figure to Jasper :]

Hehe I adore making characters somewhat animal like when its possible, so yes absolutely, bat like Jekyll my beloved <3

Ha, I bet Jekyll figured out he can show up in mirrors as long as they have dont silver backing. And making sure the society doesn't include any silver mirrors, or silver anything, he gets away with this quite easily as the lodgers adore supernatural creatures. What if Maijabi's mirrors showed his Vampire features while he had them hidden with alchemy or whatever though :0 we really know nothing about how those mirrors work other than that the invisible mice are visible in it. As I cant remember if Jekyll ever shows up in Maijabi's mirrors in canon or not. But I think thatd be fun. And the room is so filled with fog and "souls" with the hidden mirrors being low enough away from Jekyll's face that they simply never notice that Jekyll's reflection has bat features

Bsksnsks oh no XD. Luckily most banquets, from what I can tell, always make sure to invite the individuals in. And hey do letter invitations count? Then "not being invited" would never be a problem for Henry trying to enter a party he was invited to. If not. Than London/ the party hosts can simply assume Dr. Jekyll was reasonably angered about not being greeted inside, and chose to ignore the party for this Horrible Slight Against Him. (In reality he acts more like a kicked puppy) And they never even consider Jekyll being a vampire because "Hey! Not greeting a guest is rude, and Jekyll had every right to leave 😤"

Asks my beloved <3

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The Devil Wears Armani| chapter 11

A/n: amg, finally updated this one 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖 you guys can follow this story with #damirae , #devilwearsarmani and #fashionistaau tag

2 weeks. It's been two weeks since the last video call. Raven have been pouring her attention on working the suit that she has planned for Damian Wayne to wear for the Gala.

She had done the cutting, the sewing and all, and what's left is doing the embroidery. She chosen the gold thread selectively which give the vivid glow and bring out the majestic value to the wearer.

The embroidery are complete within 95% thanks to a specified sewing machine which she bought with the price money she won before during the her first fashion competition. It helps alot.

The date of Gala approaching like crawling on the thread of time and for the final touch, she combined all the pieces into a handsome looking suit.

As she put the wardrobe on the mannequin, she took a step back and see it as a whole picture. With her both hands, she makes the photograph gesture to capture the feels of how Damian would look like if he wears them.

Contemplating and satisfied she felt after she iron the suit and store in special cover suit. She looked at the calendar and looks like she has extra two weeks before Gala.

Speaking of Gala, she wondered what would the dress look like since it was Damian who made for her? Would it be shoulder bare? Would it be one piece dress? Raven rubbed her chin as she wonder then she noticed herself on standing mirror. Slowly she spin to the left then to right as she look her body shape contour. If she was designing her own dress she probably went with thick fabric drape style. Simple, elegant and exclusive.

Her eyes glanced at the clock that's shows 10.30pm.

Wait.

She blink her eyes. How come she didn't thought of it. What would his design for herself? She did shown her sketches to Damian but won't he shown his? Curious, curious.

Raven imagine what if she asked, Damian would probably say, ' you don't trust me? Tsk tsk.' Raven sighed as her hand run down her face thinking about that. "Maybe I'll try to ask tomorrow."

Suddenly, a bleep sound indicate a message comes in. Raven blink then looked at her phone screen.

"Girl, You busy today?"

- Karen

It's been a while. Raven smiled then diligently answered the question.

"Not quite. Just finished designing a suit. What's up?"

She hit send.

Then came up another message on her inbox.

"We got party tomorrow at Viva La coast at Riverside. Wanna come?"

Raven narrowed her eyes then humming. Should she go or not? Perhaps she need a time off after that intense week. A little entertainment doesn't hurt.

"Sure. You pick me up?"

" For course, sis. 😘 See you at 8pm, tomorrow."

"On it.👌"

Raven smiled then landed on her bed. As she let out her relief sigh she put her phone at table nearby.

As she sleep, she dreamt of something pleasant. She's at fountain garden where surrounded by fragrance flowers and palm-like trees.

She notice her dress has gold accent along with silky texture clothes. Slowly her hands touched the dress she wear, felt it's smooth surface.

Her heart stop as she felt a hand holding her waist. Slowly she turn her head over her shoulder and -

BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP

Her eyes wide open as soon as she heard her phone alarm. She blink once then twice, trying to process her thoughts. When a sprinkle of dream remembrance filled in her her head, her cheeks start to blushed. Her hand quickly grab her pillow beside her and buried her face beneath it.

"O dear, don't tell me it's him that I'm dreaming about last night." She let out her sighed. She had fallen for him.

A message bleep chiming in her phone makes her peek under the pillow and quickly she reached for her phone.

A message from him.

'OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG' Raven's heart start racing. "Wh-Wha...H-How...." She tried to question reality, how on earth he's messaging her. Right now?

"You're awake?"

Raven bit her bottom lips as she look at her phone screen. Her finger diligently working on touch screen pad.

"Just awake. Can't sleep?"

She hit send button. Then for a few second she received his reply.

"I just had dream about you...

You look beautiful."

A dream? She blinked. Then another message comes in.

"Still busy working on the suit?"

Raven biting her lips to keep it as a secret but it's almost 25th like in 5 days away, so....why not? Her finger tapping the keyword on screen replying him.

"Actually I've finish the suit."

She replied. Another thought hit her and she quickly tapped it on the phone.

"I did promise making for dinner right? Maybe tomorrow?"

Again she send the text.

Interval in 2-3 second, her phone bleep it back.

"That would be great. I'll bring something as surprise."

Surprise? Raven mind start racing, mostly to that forbidden thoughts. What kind of surprise? She bit her lips and start typing.

"Well uh, I hope it's not a refrigerator you're bringing."

She shaked off those thought and try keep the conversation as innocent as possible.

"No. It's not. It's something, you probably would like it. 😏"

Raven looked at the emoji face he send. Did he send an emoji? Damian Wayne doesn't use emoji while texting or emailing.

"Well, alright then. See you tomorrow?"

She hit the send button.

Then a message came in.

"Can't wait to see you.♥️"

Raven flopped to her bed and her face now are red tinted. What is this? Why is this feeling so intense? She closed her eyes retracing her memory between them. Those bickering and end up with hot make out along intimate session in his office.

"I guess we should discuss about this terms of relationship." She talked in her pillow.

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She has complete all the order that has been request by some local boutique and some are from online website. She's quite amazed with things that happens after the talk show incident where Damian said about Raven going to Wayne Gala this week.

People start to shift their attention to her especially her design clothes. Does Damian intend to promote her? She rubbed her chin then sudden, Mona, her assistant knock her door.

"Come in."

Mona peek behind the door, she smiled and slowly walk to her boss. " You have received a gift!" The assistant handled to her a parcel.

"A gift?" Raven whisper under her breath. Could it be Damian? Her eyebrows furrowed. She took out knife letter and slowly cut , unwrapped the parcel and she saw an apparel, black with velvet felt. There is the tag at the collar says Draco.

Her eyes widen. Draco? You mean Melchior Draco?

"Who is it? Your lover?" Mona feeling excited.

"No. This is from my competitor." Raven cover the box and push it away. Her head suddenly filled with painful memories about her and Melchior encounter. The way he flirt her before her first joining competition, the betrayal, and stolen her design to built his empire.

Her heart boiled with anger which in result she crumpled her paper nearby which made Mona a bit fall back by her intimidation.

"I'm sorry about that, Miss." Mona bow her head quickly apologize for not realise what is going on.

Raven snapped back from those memory and quickly look at the paper . " Oh!" She's surprise and quickly she try to straighten up the paper she crumbled. " No, no, it's okay, Mona. It's nothing." She smiled. " You can go now."

" Ah, alright then." She nod and walked to the door and-

" By the way, boss, there's a caller said he's from metropolis daily planet wanted to interview you about being guest at the gala." Mona turned to her as she spite out another appointment.

" Well, set it tomorrow then." Raven tidy up her table and throw the parcel to the bin nearby.

"Uh, you threw that?" Mona pointed at the parcel inside the dustbin.

"You want it?"

"Ummm...it looks beautiful." Her assistant fidgeting.

Raven smiled and took the parcel. She dust a bit. "Take it and wear where I don't see it. Or else I end up burn them with hellfire." Raven eyes shown deep hatred and anger.

"Ok boss." She smiled, quickly snatched the parcel and run to the exit.

As she was alone in her office, she slump in her chair and sigh heavily. "I guess he's also in town too." Her finger tapping on her table creating random melodies.

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Its 7.55pm, Raven now waiti g for Karen to pick her up as she lingers in her living room. She's wearing a one piece black dress decorated with golden and black labuci make it more fabulous looks.

She look at her phone to kill her waiting time until she stumbled on a post by E fashion news.

"Top trending designer DRACO are in town for launching their latest collection 'BLAK MAJIK' "

As raven read the article, she felt upset as she remember Melchior stole her ideas in doing a line fashion about magic before she presented the ideas at her first fashion show competition.

As she read the article, the sound of the car honking makes her jolt and quickly look at the window. It seems Karen has reached at her apartment block, quickly she goes out and greet Karen who parked at the entrance.

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"I heard that bastard Melchior are in town." Karen slowly stirred her cocktail as her and Raven where sitting on a table outside of the Viva La Coast restaurant.

"Yeah, I did read the article about it." said Raven as she drink her pina colada. " So, who are we waiting for again?"

"I forgot to tell you, Kory won't be able to join us. She has to come with her boyfriend meet with his family at Wayne Mansion."

"Wayne Mansion?" Raven's eyes jump out. Wayne, wasn't Damian last name is Wayne too?

" Yeah, but she's dating with Wayne's older adopted son, Richard Grayson. A high profile detective , probably will be promoted as soon. " Karen updating the status of their friend.

"I see." Raven looked at her drink. It's been a long time she hasn't talk to Kori because of her business setting up her small company.

"How about you then? You and Mal?" Raven raised her eyebrows.

"Well we've been planning for a wedding maybe in next year. " Karen smiled.

"Wait, I thought you're still in doctorate?" Raven eyes wide open as she remember Karen used to be a student in mechanical and atomic engineering.

"Will be graduated in two months." Karen smiled widely as she let out the fantastic news.

Raven goes all tears as she heard the good news. "Oh my god, Karen! I'm so happy!" She tried to hug Karen across the table.

Karen laughed with Raven's sudden behaviour. "That's why we celebrate it!"

"We should buy a cake. Wait, I know! Waiter!" Raven call up the waiter to get some dessert as celebration.

"And..."

Raven turns her head to Karen.

"I wanted you to design our wedding dress and suits." Karen faces flushes as she speak her request. " I really, really adore your work , Rachel. I wanted you to design it."

"Damn it , Karen. You make me all teary." Raven wiped her tears as she smiled sheepishly. " Of course I will."

"Karen, do you know anything about the youngest Wayne?"

"You mean Damian Wayne?"

"Yeah."

"I heard that he just back from middle east after doing charity project between the Wayne Enterprise and Leviathan Industries."

"I think everyone knows about that, Karen." Raven smiled as she drink up.

"I am very speculate that both of you have met." Karen with her mischievous smile now painted on her lips. " Is that the same guy who become your muse in your long lost sketch book?"

Raven clutches her hand on her drink, almost breaking it but she keep with her calm face. " I don't think so." She tried to denied it following with Karen's giggle.

"Plus, when he said there will be Raven in Wayne's Gala, I was like 'Raven?!' to the tv screen and I swear there's something going on between both of you." Karen crossed her armed with one eyebrow raised as she looked as Raven like she's a suspect.

"Well..." Raven averted her sight to the table and nervously tug her hair behind her ears. " There is."

BAM!

Raven jolted as Karen slammed the table with her drink. "TELL ME."

She swallowed her saliva as she seen Karen being over eager. She sighed as she adjust her seating, leaning towards the table.

"It start with that day, the day when he show up out of nowhere with that deal." Raven start to spilled what happen recently.

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bf!Yangyang makes you two late for his birthday plans (fem!reader)

fluff ద, comedy 𖦹

805 words

warnings: none

[1:10pm] l.yy

Yangyang sits at the edge of your bed, watching you put in your earrings in front of the mirror.

“You’re really pretty.” He whispers through a grin.

You giggle softly, still looking at your reflection. “Thank you.” You examine your outfit in the mirror once more before walking over to him. He pulls you into his lap and sweetly kisses your lips.

“You’re very good-looking as well,” you state. “especially with my lip gloss on you.”

Yangyang presses his lips together and kisses you again, completely disregarding the way his lips gleam with your gloss. You lightly tug at the collar of the jacket you gifted him that morning. He runs his finger along the necklace he also gifted you. The irony of it is that it's his birthday. Not yours.

“Thanks for the gifts... but I can do better,” Yangyang says.

“Huh? What do you mean?” You ask. Were your gifts not good enough? His smile from receiving your gifts was still present on his face. He seemed happy about it...

Yangyang pulls out a grey rectangular box from behind him. He offers it to you, but you shake your head, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “It's your birthday Yangyang, what do you think you're doing?”

He places the box in your hand, and you reluctantly accept it. You open it and smile immediately, seeing a pretty silver necklace with a charm attached. The charm had the first letter of your name and a heart symbol next to it.

“I know the day is supposed to be about me, and it will be, but I bought it a couple of days ago and wanted to give it to you now.” Yangyang explained watching you examine the beautiful necklace with a shy smile on your face. “Do you like it?”

You look back at him and begin to laugh. “You’re so annoying!”

Yangyang’s eyes widen in concern, wondering if he had done something wrong.

You toss the box aside and tackle him onto the soft mattress. Yangyang begins to laugh, although not sure where this is going.

“Why can't you let me love you!” you playfully pull at his hair and restrain his arms from pulling you off of him.

“What do y-” Yangyang starts, but gets cut off by your hand against his mouth. You feel his laughter vibrate against the palm of your hand.

“The one day I get to express my love for you, you want to take it away from me?”

Using his free hand, Yangyang removes your hand from his face and loosens your grip from his other wrist. You swat at him with a pillow but his body is too limp from laughter to fight back.

“Okay! Okay. I'm sorry.” he laughs.

You put the pillow down and lean over to kiss him. “Thank you.” You say with a content smile on your face.

“I guess I'll just take that back then...” Yangyang says under his breath, slyly reaching for the necklace box.

“No!” you laugh.

So the pillow war began.

“Don’t pull another stunt like that again, got it?” You remind him of his actions earlier.

“Understood.” He smiles. He pulls you in for another kiss.

“Okay, now let me go. I'll put on perfume and then we’ll leave,” you say. ”Your friends are probably waiting for us.”

He lets go of you and you go get your favorite fragrance which just so happened to be Yangyang’s favorite too. You spritz some perfume into the air and walk into the mist.

You turn to walk through it once more, but Yangyang moves in front of you and walks through it instead.

“Yangyang!”

He takes the bottle from your hand and adds a couple more spritzes into the air. As he's about to walk through it again, you push him away.

“Babe, what are you doing? Give me my perfume back.”

“What? We can smell good together.” he said.

You laugh at him and say, “That’s not gonna mix well with your cologne.”

“Who said I wore cologne?” he retorts.

You roll your eyes and accept his peculiarity. You catch sight of the time and almost panic. “We need to go, now. We're late!”

When you look over at him, Yangyang swats at the mist in the air coughing. “I think I sprayed too much.”

You shake your head and grab him by the wrist pulling him towards the door. “How did I fall in love with you?” You ask.

“I still don't know the answer to that, but thanks anyway.”

Both of you laugh at his response. You rush out of the door and hope to make it to his birthday plans in time before his friends get impatient. Little did you know, your late entrance would only amuse everyone because of Yangyang’s glossy lips and extra sweet scent.

a/n: HAPPY YANGYANG DAY!!! I know I already posted today, but this popped up in my head and I just went with it.

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[porrokin]

“SAINTS BEFORE SIXTH”

i have actually never posted anything like this on my tumblr - i'm kinda nervous ngl.

below you can find the blurb and entire first chapter of the fantasy novel i'm writing! 🤎 i'm so incredibly proud and wanted to share it with you :)

Andy was almost an adult now, not once in the past decade had she been entirely sober. This hadn't been a choice of her own; she didn't get many of those anymore after becoming a permanent resident in the Institute. She'd been permanently deprived of direct sunlight ever since her sixth birthday, on December 30th.

Meanwhile, her best friend claims to speak with his deceased parents and the Keepers found her newest ally before she did. They've been forcing him to use his powers for their selfish winnings, cruel violations like this could go unseen since the Warden disappeared.

Escaping the Keepers is one thing; they're still worlds apart from getting home - considering there's anything to come back to in the first place.

story : all rights reserved ; @porrokin

don't copy or claim this in any way; it is my work and belongs entirely to me.

THE ENTIRE FIRST CHAPTER IS POSTED BELOW !

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Never once during the past decade had Andy been entirely sober, that fact would, however, become even more disturbing when you considered she was barely eighteen years old. It hadn't been a conscious choice, at least not one of her own.

Ever since her sixth birthday - almost precisely twelve years ago - Keepers had taken the freedom of making decisions away from her. What she ate, where she slept, who she talked to, and whether or not she took her meds four times per day - which she did, much to her disliking.

The Keepers no longer informed Andy of their plans for her, they used to back when she was still enrolled in the program. Christiano was, though she wasn't sure if she always believed him when he talked about what he did during those three hours every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Sunday. Nine hours each week, that's how much time they did want to spend with her roommate. She was on her own, once again.

The line scurried along. Andy hesitantly followed as she took in the newly arrived smell of potatoes and spinach. Lunch must start soon, meaning the clock could say 12:55 am anytime now. The rest of the world outside was sleeping, in contrast to this place - heavily lit by beaming, quietly zooming tubes. The grey ceiling was covered in them, leaving nothing to go by without catching the eye of at least one Keeper. Andy didn't know why they lived during the night, rather than when the sun could cast real and natural light into the long, empty hallways. Probably to keep the public from asking much-needed questions about this place, or perhaps they did know but couldn't care enough.

Another name was called out - not hers. The girl in front of the line had been injected, she swiftly turned around and started walking in against the direction of the line. Back to her room, she went, another day of the same, mundane routine. Day after day, twelve years before you got away.

Long ginger hair draped over her slim shoulders, curls bouncing up slightly with every step she took. Her face looked tense; not unusual for this place, but it was rather strange to see from this girl. When their eyes met, Andy was surprised to see an almost luminescent light grey shade. The girl's eyes were once green but now reminded her of the colour of freshly polished silverware reflecting in the light.

As she walked past her spot in line, electricity seemed to flow through Andy's spine; causing her entire body to shiver. Her eyebrows shaped themselves into a slight frown, for a moment she glanced behind her to look at this girl for an extra second. She wasn't allowed to speak to anyone in white but her roommate, though by now she'd been here long enough to recognize who slept in the same hallway and who didn't.

A loud crackling sound disrupted the silence, a moment later the automated voice began to talk through the speakers. Same time every day, the same voice at exactly five minutes before 1 am. 'Ten minutes before lunchtime, those who have not yet received their injections will be expected back in Hallway 162B in exactly 45 minutes'.

In a matter of seconds, their plan was about to be set in motion.

Right away, rummaging sounds rose from the back of the line. 'I need Andy!', a familiar voice shakily called out. 'My roommate, Andy Donahue!'

'Not up to you, get back in line or I'll make you.' Andy recognized his voice as the heavier Keeper with the bushy, unmanaged moustache. He sounded calm, he'd been quick to tase someone in the past and would most likely have his beefy fingers wrapped around the device already.

She raised her hand and started walking towards the back of the line, her body shaking entirely as if it was freezing and she walked into the cold without any clothes on her limbs.

Without expecting it, she was forcefully yanked back from behind. Before Andy even had time to blink, her arms were locked firmly behind her back, wrists pushing hard against her spine.

'You too, now? Don't think you're an exception to the rules.' Captain Keeper; not because he's the leader, but he sure did like trying to boss the others around. She didn't answer him right away but rather tried to stretch her body and spot Christiano in the hallway. She couldn't.

'I'm his roommate, that's Irvine. Sometimes he freaks out in the presence of many people-' A sweaty hand roughly pulled her head back by her hair, causing her to face the ceiling. Her body alarmed her of the pain this caused to her neck. The bright lights made her eyes tear and she struggled to swallow.

'Did I tell you to open your mouth?' Clammy Hands scoffed.

She attempted to reason with him: 'Let me take him to our room so he can calm down.'

'Get back in line. Otherwise, I'll make sure you don't get out of solitary until snow melts.'

She managed to free her arm from his clammy grasp. 'I can ensure you-'

He reached for her, his face caught between anger and frustration. He was getting impatient, little was he aware that this was exactly Andy's will. She stumbled backwards to avoid him this time, successfully, both of them were surprised by it.

'Christiano will throw up. Do you want that to happen when..' She ever so slightly raised her chin, dramatically pausing for a moment as she raised her boney finger.

Andy continued. 'About six hundred kids still need their injections in this hallway? That seems to be a big inconvenience — if I am allowed to voice my opinion.'

'Sir.' she added. The encounter would surely have been more entertaining would her head not be pounding, the shakiness of her knees increasing by the second. She knew her body needed the meds she managed to rid this morning - she would deny this dependence at any cost if someone were to ask.

He sighed and resultantly nodded in Christiano's direction. 'Go. I'll know where to find you in five minutes.'

She did as told, anxiously searching the hallway for her roommate. So far everything was going just as she so meticulously planned; she was okay.

By now she imagined the time creeping closer to 1:00 am, breaks for the Administration would start in ten minutes; she only needed three. The two minutes after that meant for racing back to their room, in case Captain Keeper was indeed determined to stick to his earlier promise.

Something as cold as ice grabbed her hand, effortlessly disrupting her thoughts. Chocolate brown eyes met hers, a feeling of relief washed over Andy's body. Squeezing his hand, they swiftly disappeared behind the corner at the end of the hallway.

'You got the key?' Andy hushed her voice. Administration breakrooms were still in the same hallway as their offices. She wondered whether they got as little sunlight as the kids here did.

'I do. Traded my last blanket for 15 minutes of borrowing the thing, this place leaks of greedy bastards.' He grinned, accentuating his sharp facial structure.

'If you're right about the Bidding we'll be out of here soon enough anyway.'

'I am right.'

'I believe you.' She extended her hand for him to hand her the key. 'I want to prepare for everything, that's all.'

While Andy gained access to Ad 348H, Christiano leaned nonchalantly against the drinking fountain, his finger push-ready on the button. If she caught the sound of water running, she needed to hide. Christiano would have to sneak her back out after their lunchtime. Not the desired option, as this would be too close for comfort with the Administration break ending at the same time.

Thanks to Christiano's contacts she knew immediately which cabinet to find; about twenty seconds had passed already. Her hands rummaged through the several files and envelopes, one of the many drawers containing surnames with "D" as their starting letter.

She gasped audibly when finally skimming across her own, "Andy Donahue" it said. As she attempted to pull it out, the cardboard folder ripped on one end; the contents spilling out like jelly beans at an overwhelmingly disorganized children's party.

She cursed to herself as she attempted to fish for whatever just got lost within the mass amount of documents and belongings. A soft texture brushed against her finger and with some effort, she managed to grab onto it.

Her journal! Andy's heart skipped a beat, who knew they would've collected this in here after confiscating it years ago. Without hesitation she dropped it into the neck of her jacket, holding it against her stomach with her other hand. What else did she need? Her file was too big to ever sneak out in its entirety and to take this heavy notebook was already a reach.

A loud cough echoed into the room as if she had her fingers in her ears this whole time to block out the noise. Finally, the sound of splashing water seemed to reach her. She slammed the cabinet shut, somehow getting her black sleeve stuck in the process. No, no, this was bad - this was so awfully bad.

While securing the journal with her other arm she put her body up against the heavy metal cabinet and made a desperate attempt at freeing herself from its hold.

'Yes!', slightly too loud.

Within a moment she smoothly turned around, slamming herself against something and stumbling onto the cold concrete flooring.

'We really don't have time anymore, why didn't you come out when I signalled for you?', Christiano grabbed her free arm and hurriedly pulled Andy back up on her feet.

'I'm sorry!'

She followed right behind him, both came to a sudden stop once they'd realized what was waiting behind the walls of Ad 348H. At least six Keepers surrounded them in the hallway, pointing that same amount of stun batons in their direction.

Captain Clammy Hands was the one to break the silence: "Such a shame, Donahue."

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