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engie-ivy · 5 months

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(Wolfstar Christmas Get-Together Coffeeshop AU Holiday Fluff!)

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Sirius is the town’s most eligible bachelor, and while home for the Holidays, everyone seems eager to get him coupled up.

Euphemia wants to set him up with this sweet boy who frequents the library where she works.

Hope Lupin wants to set him up with her own son.

James wants to set him up with Lily's cute best friend.

Sirius, however, isn't interested in any of them, as he's already smitten with the adorable guy from the coffeeshop.

This Love We Got Is the Best Of All

Merry Christmas - Ed Sheeran & Elton John

“Oh my!” Hope Lupin claps her hands together. “What a handsome young man indeed!”

“I told you, didn't I?” Euphemia beams at her. “Hope, this is Sirius Black, James’ best friend, but more like my second son. Sirius, this is Hope Lupin, she has recently joined my book club and I invited her over for tea.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs Lupin,” Sirius smiles.

“Oh, please.” Hope Lupin waves her hand. “Call me Hope.”

“How was it at the shelter?” Euphemia asks Sirius.

“Very good!” Sirius’ face lights up. “Mr Snuggles’ owner came to pick him up. You should've seen how happy he was that he had found his friend back, it was lovely, and Mr Snuggles wouldn't stop purring.”

“Sirius is studying in London to become a veterinarian,” Euphemia explains to Hope. “And while he's in town for the Holidays, he's volunteering at the animal shelter.”

Hope leans her elbows on the table and rests her head on her hands. “Handsome, smart and good for animals,” she sighs. “All the girls in town must be swooning over you!”

“They are,” Euphemia chuckles. “But he has already broken all of their hearts by having no interest in girls. Though he has never brought home a nice boyfriend for Christmas either,” she adds, with a stern look at Sirius.

“You know,” Hope says, directing a meaningful smile at Sirius. “My son is about your age and still single. And knowing my boy, he'd be quite charmed by you.”

“Now, wait a minute!” Euphemia protests. “If you want to set Sirius up, you'll have to get in line, my dear Hope. There's this really sweet boy who frequents the library, and I've been dying for Sirius to meet him! If only Sirius would let me introduce them…”

“You know I'm not-” Sirius begins, but he's interrupted by Hope.

“Well, surely my own son comes with a higher recommendation than some boy from your workplace,” Hope insists.

“But I know Sirius,” Euphemia counters. “And I know his type best.”

“Hello?” Sirius waves. “Does anyone care what I think?”

“My son is everyone's type,” Hope says firmly.

“And if my match turns out to not be such a match after all, then your son is more than welcome to shoot his shot…”

“Apparently not,” Sirius sighs, hoisting his bag higher up his shoulder and walking out of the kitchen.

“So now they're both trying to set you up?”

James chuckles.

“It's not funny!” Sirius covers his face with his hands as he drops down next to James on James’ bed. “Just mum was bad enough, but now her friends as well?”

James pops himself up on his elbows and waggles his eyebrows. “That's what you get for being the town’s most eligible bachelor.”

“Middle-aged women meddling in your love life?”

“You know,” James says. “If you want to be one step ahead of the nosy ladies, there's always Lily's friend.”

Sirius groans. “Not you too, Jamie!”

“Oh, come on!” James exclaims. “He's a really chill guy and hella cute! You'd totally like him.”

“Jaaaaames, you know that I'm not… open.”

“Right,” James says, rolling onto his back. “Coffeeshop guy,” he sighs exasperatedly.

“Coffeeshop guy,” Sirius sighs dreamily.

“He's so funny and kind, James. You won't believe.”

James snorts. “What I mostly don't believe, is that you still haven't asked him out yet!”

“I'm getting there, I'm getting there,” Sirius says. “But it's not like I haven't made any progress! Did I tell you that he knows my order now?”

James rolls his eyes. “You've been coming there twice a day ever since you got back in town. If he didn't know your order by now, I'd worry about his mental capacities.”

“You should've seen the way he smiled at me yesterday when he handed me my drink” Sirius says dreamily, as if he hasn't even heard James. “He's so pretty, oh my gosh.”

“I would've loved to see that,” James says dryly. “But someone-” He pokes Sirius in his side “-made me solemnly swear that I wouldn't go near that coffeeshop.”

Sirius huffs. “You admitted that you wanted to interrogate him about ‘his intentions’!”

James shrugs. “Only my brotherly duty.” Then he grins. “Lily's friend already passed my test, by the way.”

“Good for him,” Sirius says unimpressed. “I'm sure he'll make someone very happy someday.”

“Good morning, Remus!”

Remus looks up from where he had been rearranging the pastries in the display. “Oh! Sirius! Morning! A good one. To you as well, I mean.”

“Did you survive the morning coffee rush?” Sirius asks as he approaches the counter.

“Barely,” Remus chuckles. “Good thing it's still too early for most people to order one of our more complicated Holiday Specials.” He shudders. “I'm already dreading the afternoon rush. Luckily some customers are thoughtful enough to always come when the rush is over,” he adds, smiling at Sirius.

Sirius’ stomach flutters. Sure, it's super inconvenient to always start his volunteer work at the shelter a bit late and always stay a bit longer, but that smile makes it all worth it. “Well, gotta make sure I get enough one-on-one time with my favourite barista,” Sirius replies with a wink, and he's pretty proud of his smoothness.

Remus’ cheeks colour, and that could be a good sign, though there's always the chance he's just making Remus uncomfortable.

“You charmer,” Remus mumbles, awkwardly bumping Sirius’ shoulder. “Are you looking for a discount?”

Sirius places a hand over his heart and gasps in pretend-shock. “I would never use my charm for such purposes.”

Remus has given him a free cinnamon bun once, and while Sirius is not much of a sweet tooth, he savored every bite.

“No,” Remus chuckles. “Great power and great responsibility, I suppose.”

“Can imagine rush hour is the worst around Christmas,” Sirius says, looking over the menu. “Must be rather frustrating when you have ten people waiting in line, four coffees still running, and someone goes and orders…” He narrows his eyes at the sign above Remus. “A caramel cookie dough vanilla bean syrup latte moccachino with whipped cream and hazelnut topping.” He looks back at Remus. “What even is that?”

Remus leans over the counter and smirks. “Wanna try one?”

“Remus,” Sirius says emphatically. “The day I walk in here and order something like that, please take me to the ER, because I must've slipped and hit my head on the way here.”

“Booo, you're no fun,” Remus pouts rather adorably, as he pushes himself up from the counter. “Your regular it is.”

“Thank you,” Sirius says, pleased.

“You know,” Remus says, turning around to make Sirius’ double shot cappuccino. “You really gotta step out of your comfort zone every once in a while.”

“My coffee is my comfort,” Sirius replies. “So what would even be the use of my coffee moment if I'm using it to step out of my comfort zone?”

“A little adventure, maybe?”

“It's not that I'm not adventurous, it's just that I know what I like and what I don't like.” Sirius shrugs. “I'm actually plenty adventurous in other aspects of my life.”

“Are you now?” Remus asks, turning around to bring Sirius his cup.

“Oh yeah,” Sirius says. “I love going on spontaneous road trips on my motorcycle, for instance. Did I tell you that I drive a motorcycle?”

Remus’ eyes slightly widen. “That's hot.”

Sirius arches an eyebrow.

“Erm, the coffee,” Remus says, putting the cup down in front of Sirius. “Very hot, so, erm, be careful.”

“Thanks,” Sirius says, giving Remus an amused look. “After having ordered it about twenty times already, that hadn't occurred to me yet.”

Remus immediately hands Sirius his cappuccino as he walks in that afternoon. He's got cacao powder stains on his apron, whipped cream on his cheek, cookie crumble in his hair, and a bewildered look in his eyes, making him look like a very cute mess.

Sirius arches an eyebrow. “You're not gonna try to push one of your Holiday Specials on me?”

Remus shakes his head. “I feel like I've made enough moccaccinos, frappuccinos, chococcinos, hazelnuccinos, or whatever kind of ccinos for the rest of my life. If you ordered one, I might have actually refused.”

“Well, not to worry,” Sirius says, taking a sip from his drink. “And here I thought my impeccable argumentation had convinced you.”

“Well, the motorcycle was a strong argument,” Remus says, leaning over the counter, resting his head on his hand. “Guess there's a whole other side of you outside of this coffeeshop that I do not know yet,” he murmurs, looking at Sirius intently.

Sirius tries to school his expression into something more collected than how he feels on the inside, because yet? Does that mean Remus wants to get to know him while he's not just doing his job? And god, must he be looking at him like that?

“Well, yeah,” Sirius says, surprising himself with how normal his voice comes out. “I suppose there is more to me than double shot cappuccinos.”

Remus smirks. “Who would've thought?”

“Excuse me?”

Remus jumps, only now noticing the woman standing at the counter. He quickly rushes to her. “Hi, yes, I'm sorry, how can I help you?”

Sirius finishes his coffee and slips on his jacket, staring at Remus, who's still having a conversation with the woman about the difference between a latte and a flat white. He's trying to work up enough courage.

“You!” Remus suddenly says, pointing his finger at Sirius while the woman walks away with her gingerbread latte. “You're not thinking about leaving without showing me, are you?” He turns his hand around and wiggles his finger, beckoning Sirius over. “Come on, let me see, let me see!”

Sirius rolls his eyes fondly as he walks over to Remus. “I wouldn't dare,” he says, as he whips his phone out of his pocket and opens his photos.

Remus eagerly looks at the screen. “Oh my, did Purrkins get her fur brushed? What a lovely lady!”

“She did, and she was quite the drama queen about it.” Sirius rolls his eyes. “You'd think we were trying to torture her.”

“Look how proud Bowie looks!”

“Well, he was a really good boy and found two sticks in the yard!”

“And who’s that fuzzy ball of fluff?”

“That's Myta! She was brought in today, and already made many friends.”

“And there's our dynamic duo!”

“Yes, little Adrian and his big brother Bram are still as inseparable as ever.”

“Oh! Is… Is this what I think it is?”

“It is! Siepie got adopted today!”

Remus sighs deeply as Sirius has swipes to the last photo. “God, I envy your job. I mean,” he adds quickly. “I know it's not always fun and very hard work as well.”

“I guess it is,” Sirius says. “But everytime I walk in and see those faces, it more than makes up for it.”

“That's what my friend who works in kindergarten always says,” Remus says. “But I could never quite imagine. In this case, though, I immediately believe it.”

Sirius grins. “Wanna quit this job and come volunteer in the shelter with me?”

“Too bad,” Remus says. “Getting paid is a non-negotiable for my job.”

“You'll get paid in cuteness!” Sirius insists.

“Cuteness doesn't pay college tuition, I'm afraid.” Remus chuckles. “Otherwise you'd be studying for free.”

Sirius opens and closes his mouth.

Remus turns bright red and runs a hand through his hair. “I… Erm, I mean…” He claps his hands. “Well, I better get cleaning! Considering my brain-to-mouth-filter apparently stopped working, I must be very tired. I should start closing up.”

“You know,” Sirius quickly says. “If you really want to know more about me outside of this coffeeshop, my chosen family is hosting a Christmas Eve party. Maybe you'd like to come?”

“Christmas Eve?” Remus replies. “Oh, I'm sorry. I already promised my mum that I'd go to this event with her on Christmas Eve.”

Sirius face falls. “Right. Of course. It's short notice, after all. Well, better luck next time.” Sirius turns to walk away.

“Sirius!” Remus grabs his wrist. “I really am sorry.”

Sirius looks down at Remus’ hand and then up to his face. “It's okay. It's Christmas Eve. You can't cancel on your mum, of course.”

Remus bites his lip. “Would you think me a terrible person if I kind of wish I could?”

Sirius smiles. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“That's amazing, mate!” James beams at him.

“We should not get ahead of ourselves,” Sirius warns. “I mean, he did say no.”

“But he obviously wanted to say yes!” James exclaims, grinning broadly.

“He did, didn't he?” Sirius’ face also breaks out into a grin. “I mean, he wouldn't have called me back to emphasize how sorry he was if he was just trying to blow me off.”

“Definitely not,” James assures him. “He's totally into you, just really couldn't make it. And now he knows you're interested, so nothing should be stopping him from asking you out next! Which is good, as the sooner we know if it's going to work out with coffeeshop guy, the better. Lily's friend is single now, but he won't be forever. Ow!” James rubs his arm where Sirius just punched him. “But of course I'm rooting for you!” He adds, upon seeing the glare Sirius is directing at him. “I'm just saying, it's a shame Lily's friend can't make it to the party either. It would've been good if you could've at least gotten to meet him before completely making up your mind on coffeeshop guy.”

Sirius lies back on the bed, folding his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. “I hate to break it to you, Jamie, but my mind is already completely made up on coffeeshop guy.”

James looks at Sirius and shakes his head. “You're really gone for him, aren't you?”

Sirius sighs. “I can't bloody stop thinking about him.”

“Good heavens,” James says. “You're down bad!”

“I'm glad mum's library boy couldn't make it to the party either,” Sirius says. “Now the only person I have to politely reject is Hope Lupin’s son. Though maybe he's completely mortified about his mother's meddling and isn't even into me at all,” he adds hopefully.

“Wouldn't count on it mate,” James says, lying down next to him. “A single gay guy seeing you and deciding he's not interested? That happened exactly never.”

Sirius groans, and James pats his leg sympathetically.

“I'm not even trying to boost your ego here. You know the effect you have when you walk into a room.”

Okay, so maybe Sirius does kind of know the effect he has when he walks into a room. Giggling, admiring glances, lingering looks, that sort of thing, but he had not exactly expected to have that effect on the middle-aged and elderly women of town.

At the Potters’ grand Christmas Eve party, it seems like every single one of them is stopping him. “Oh my, Sirius Black? Is that you? Look at you! My dear, you get more handsome every year! Say, is there a special someone in your life already?”

This is mostly followed by them listing all their children or grandchildren who are still single, while Sirius tries to politely get away before they whip out the photos. He's grateful that at least he hasn't run into Hope Lupin yet, shoving her son in his face. Photos are easier to get away from than an actual person, after all.

When talking to seventy-five-year-old Mrs Markell, she hadn't even been mentioning any grandchildren, and Sirius is wholly unprepared when she suddenly takes a stack of photos out of her purse, with no chance for him to get away on time. But it turns out she heard Sirius is studying to become a vet, and she just wants to show him pictures of her beloved dog, Mr Barkell. And well, Sirius is definitely here for that.

“Oh my god, what a handsome fella indeed!” Sirius is just gushing over Mr Barkell in his brand new Christmas sweater, knitted by Mrs Markell herself when he hears a familiar voice.

“Sirius?”

He looks up and immediately feels his heart speed up, because Remus in an apron is adorable, but Remus in a button-up and suit jacket? Good god. “Remus?” He manages to say. “What are you doing here? I thought you had that thing with your mum?”

Remus looks just as surprised as he does while gesturing around himself. “This is the thing with my mum.”

Sirius blinks. “Your mum took you to our Christmas Eve party?”

“Apparently,” Remus says, smiling sheepishly.

Suddenly, Euphemia’s voice can be heard. “Remus!”

“Msr Euphemia?” Remus stammers.

“You're here! Oh, how lovely.” Euphemia gives Remus a warm hug, before playfully slapping his shoulder. “And you made me think you couldn't make it, you,” she tuts.

“You know Remus?” Sirius asked, stunned.

Euphemia rolls her eyes. “Why, of course I know Remus! I've been trying to introduce you to him for ages! Ever since this adorable boy walked into my library,” she says fondly, squeezing Remus’ arm.

Before Sirius can say anything else, another voice sounds. “Oh no, you two are already talking!” Hope Lupin rushes up to them. “And I wanted to be the one to introduce you two!”

Euphemia frowns. “Why did you want to introduce Remus to Sirius?”

Hope blinks. “...Remus is my son?”

“Remus from the library is your son?” Euphemia exclaims.

The two women stare at each other for a moment, and then they burst out laughing. “Can you believe it…?” “This whole time…” “We were just trying to get Sirius together with the same person!”

Remus’ cheeks turn bright red. “Mum!”

“Remus! Mate! You're here!” Sirius probably shouldn't even be surprised anymore to see James running up to Remus and slinging an arm around him. “Lily said you already had other plans, but I'm super glad you made it after all!”

James lets go of Remus and walks up to Sirius, grabbing his arm and pulling him forward. “Have you met Sirius yet?”

“Yes,” Remus replies, looking a bit dazed. “As a matter of fact, I have.”

Sirius stares at him and opens and closes his mouth a few times before managing to produce words. “You're library boy, and Hope Lupin’s son, and Lily's friend?”

“Wait, really?” James speaks before Remus can reply. “Are you serious, Sirius? That's all the same person? All Remus?” He starts laughing and clasps Sirius on the shoulder. “I know how head over heels in love you are with your coffeeshop guy, but mate, this sort of seems like fate, doesn't it?”

Now it's Sirius’ face that turns bright red, as Remus raises his eyebrows. “James!” Sirius hisses.

James looks from Sirius, to Remus, and back again and his eyes widen. “What? Do you mean… No way!” He gasps. “Are you for real? That's insane, mate! Insane, but also kind of amazing. Wow, this best man's speech is going to write itself!”

“James!”

“So,” Sirius begins, staring up at the night sky after Remus and he have stepped outside for a moment to talk. "Apparently, everyone in my life has been trying to set me up with you.”

“Yeah,” Remus says, awkwardly scratching his head. “Sorry about that.”

“Don't be,” Sirius says, turning to him to look him in the eyes. “I must admit, I kind of like that everyone in our lives saw you, saw me, and all had the same thought: these two should be together.”

The smile Remus gives him makes Sirius feel warm even in the December cold. Remus reaches out his hand. “Including us?”

Sirius smiles back at him as he takes the offered hand. “Yeah, we beat them to it, didn't we?” He squeezes Remus’ hand softly. “Including us.”

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sheeple · 11 months

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Miracles don't exist | 11: Home not so sweet home

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Moldy Voldy [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

The sun is shining brightly with not a cloud in the sky. A soft breeze sways the leaves on the trees which tower over the manor. And despite that sunny and happy weather outside, you feel dreaded entering the house.

The pointed roofs and gothic architecture never looked so menacing as now. The perfectly manicured lawn looks like it has thorns and skulls as flowers while the white peacock in the distance looks like an omen of death.

Both you and your cousin stand at the end of the long driveway, your luggage floating towards the front door. Aunt Cissy motions for the two of you to hurry up.

Glancing at each other, Draco gives your wrist a reassuring squeeze before marching up the gravel path. You linger for a while longer until you can't.

It's quiet when you enter the manor. More than usual. All sounds, even those from outside, seem to have disappeared. No creaking of the house, ticking of clocks, nothing.

Your aunt turns to you, a sorrowful look on her face. "The Dark Lord is expecting you in the library."

You want to shake your head. Scream, cry, yell that you don't want to see him. You're scared. So fucking scared to meet him. But, you don't have a choice.

With a meek nod, you turn on your heels and make your way towards the library. You ignore Draco's shaken look as his mother hugs him and leads him to the other side of the house.

The floorboards under your feet creak as you stand in front of the double doors of the library. You raise your fist but before your knuckles make contact with the wood, the doors swing open.

He stands in front of the large windows that oversee a part of the gardens, his back turned to the door and his hands are clasped behind his back. He is almost as pale as a sheet, blue veins running over his bald head.

When he turns around, you have to bite back the gasp of horror you want to let out. His face can only be described as snake-like. Two slits are where a nose should be and icy blue eyes set in a too-pale face.

He is nothing as you imagined. You once or twice have searched up the name Riddle in the school records to look at the picture of all the prefects. At that time, Tom Marvolo Riddle was a handsome seventh-year boy. Dark hair, high cheekbones, and a proud look on his face.

Tom Marvolo Riddle is obviously gone and in his place is Lord Voldemort.

You don't know whether to bow or nod, so you look at the ground once he catches you study him.

"My Heir." His voice is breathy, almost whisper-like. He opens his arms, "come here."

Your feet move with a mind of their own. You scale the size of the room and stop in front of the imposing figure. He wraps his arms lofty around you. A chill spreads through your body as a cold hand presses against your back.

Taking a step back, you try to even your breathing. "My Lord." The title comes out in a whisper. You're utterly terrified of what this man will do, will say.

He tsks disapprovingly. "When we are in company of each other, you may call me Father, my Heir."

"Yes... Father."

Voldemort nods approvingly. He studies you once again, his icy eyes trailing every inch of your face and hair. "I've been told you are sorted into Slytherin. Naturally."

You nod. "Yes, Father." You don't know what else to say. But it seems like he is expecting more. "My studies are going well. I am staying out of trouble and keep with our own kind."

It's the safe answer, one you know satisfies him. And it does. He dismisses you with a wave of his hand and you don't know how quickly you have to get out of the library.

When you enter your bedroom, Draco is already sitting on your bed, an anxious look on his face. "Is it really him?", he asks in a whisper and you nod.

You go sit down next to your cousin. The two of you sit in silence for a while, until Draco opens his mouth. "How is he?"

"Terrifying", you admit. "You feel his power when you are in the room with him."

"Mother says he can read minds."

You look at him with wide eyes. That can't be true... right? It means that even our thoughts aren't safe.

"Well... Then we have to watch out for what we think."

Draco nods and you sit in silence once again. You lean over and lay your head on his shoulder. Draco has never been a big fan of being touched — it may come from being barely touched as a child by his parents — but for you, he makes an exception.

"Everything is going to change from now on, isn't it?"

He hums sadly. "I'm afraid so."

You spend the rest of the day cooped up in your room, unpacking your school trunk and dusting your room. Even though Aunt Cissy makes the house elves clean your room regularly, it's always nice to do a once-over.

Around dinner time is a knock on your door and you're being called to dinner. Nervously, you make your way towards the formal dining room. It's tradition to eat there when you and Draco have returned from your year at Hogwarts.

Entering the room, you see your aunt and uncle — both looking rather unwell — and your cousin sitting at one end of the table and Voldemort sitting at the head on the other side.

"My Lord", you greet your father with a polite nod. Unsure of where to sit, you move to sit next to Draco. But the chair next to Voldemort gets pushed back by magic and you get the hint.

With uncertain steps, you go and sit to him. Draco and you make eye contact but remain silent.

The majority of dinner is spent in silence. You do not dare to speak out loud and it seems like the Dark Lord likes the tense silence his presence brings. It's only when the desert is brought that he speaks.

"It seems you are very popular at school, my Heir. Not a full day at home and you already received a letter." Voldemort holds up a wax-sealed envelope.

He watches how you take it and break the seal. Unfolding the envelope, you start to read. It's a rather short letter really.

Do you want to hang out sometime? It's what friends do, you know. We could meet up in two weeks. That's just enough time to miss me.

— Theo

You close your eyes. Stupid stupid boy Theodore Nott. You've hoped to keep him safe from your father a while longer, at least until the end of the summer break or Christmas or whatever. But as Voldemort snatches the letter out of your hands and reads it over, one of his non-existent eyebrows arches up.

"Theo? Who is this Theo?"

You look down at the pie in front of you. "Theodore Nott, my Lord. We've ehrm... We've-" You look for help from your aunt, but her gaze is trained on the table. "We've been introduced last summer and started hanging out this year."

Voldemort looks over at your uncle. "Is this true, Lucius?" The name of your uncle is almost a hiss.

Uncle Lucius gulps before shakily raising his gaze. "Ye-yes, my Lord. We thought the you-young Nott boy would be an excellent match... f-for your daughter... my Lord."

Voldemort hums, dropping the letter next to your plate. "Very well." And nothing more is said about Theodore or the rest of the dinner.

Once you are excused, you rush towards your bedroom to write Theo back. But when you swing open your door, you almost shriek.

A three-metre snake lays on your bed, eyes trained on you. You've heard whisper all day long, but you just chalked it up to Voldemort residing in the manor.

Carefully stepping into the room, you know exactly who this is. Clearing your throat, you open your mouth. "Hello, Nagini", you say in the strange whispers and hisses of Parsletongue.

"Hello, my Heir", the snake hisses softly, sliding off your bed. She slithers out of your room. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of her smooth scales gliding against your ankle.

Sitting down at your desk, you pull out a piece of paper and start to write to Theo.

Sure, we can do that. Do you have something in mind or do you just want to walk around and see what happens? I'm down for whatever.

I suggest we meet up on Tuesday in two weeks. If that's alright with you.

— (Y/n)

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 2 years

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The Result of Naps

Word Count: 4,000 (Short ik)

Warnings: Absolutely none. Just fluff.

Summary: RAFO, my darlings ;) || Elijah x reader || Here lies my Masterlist ||

A/N: I wrote for Elijah? BY CHOICE??? Wow, must be the end of the world. It just sort of happened. It's not bad tho. If y'all like this, I have a draft for a part two in my google docs. Just sayin'. Now sit back and enjoy the show!

😴 STORY BEGINS BELOW 😴

Your shift passed as it always did. Slowly and in silence. Being employed by the town as the Mystic Fall's Archive Historian had sounded like a dream come true, right up until you realized that you were really just a glorified librarian. The town archives were located towards the back of the Mystic Falls public library and it was too expensive to pay a separate caretaker when you were there to do practically the same thing.

Don't get it wrong, you loved books - history and knowledge were precious to you - but as much as you enjoyed spending each day in a large building full of literature, you weren't sure how much longer you could last spending day after day alone watching such treasures do nothing but collect dust. No one came to the library anymore - most just preferred studying from home. The library's book selection was rather outdated and no one aside from you would willingly read the town's milling or tax records. So you spent your days alone. Sitting in silence. Watching books collect dust.

That was precisely how you'd fallen into the nasty habit of taking naps on the job. It was hard not to. The library building didn't exactly have the best air conditioning in the world and it was always so deserted that you could regularly fit in a two or three hour nap with no consequences.

So naturally, when someone tapped you on your shoulder in the middle of one of those naps, you nearly jumped out of your skin.

"HOLY TOLEDO!" You shouted, stirring to life. The book resting on your chest tumbled off, but a hand shot out and caught it before it hit the floor. You looked up slowly to see who had disturbed your slumber and were surprised to find yourself looking at the face of a gorgeous young man dressed in what appeared to be a very expensive suit. He stared down at you with an inquisitive look. You smiled sheepishly. "Uh, hiiiiiiii... What can I do for you?"

"My apologies for disturbing your rest, Miss," He said, clearly just a little bit amused and trying not to show it. You bit your lip and sat up, blinking and stretching your neck out a little. You had to fight the urge to rub your eyes.

"No, no it's fine," You assured him, waving your hand. "I'm really sorry about that. It's just... nobody ever comes in here, ya know? Just the occasional founder or whatever, but that's just once in a blue moon and high schoolers only visit when they're absolutely desperate... and I'm rambling, aren't I?" You let go of a nervous chuckle and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"It's not a trouble," He said.

"Anyway... Let's start over, shall we?" You stood, smoothing the wrinkles from your shirt and straightening your nametag. Then you offered him your hand. "I'm Y/N, Mystic Falls Public Archive Historian and glorified librarian."

The man took your hand and, instead of shaking, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss to your knuckles. "I am Elijah," He introduced. He provided you no other information but you were a little too distracted by his charming behavior to dwell on that.

"Okay," You breathed, blushing. "Well, what can I help you with? I've read just about everything in this place at least twice, so I'm sure I can help you find whatever it is you're looking for."

A small smile found its way to Elijah's lips and he looked you over as if trying to determine something.

"Well, you see, I'm writing my dissertation on the history of small towns in north-western Virginia-" He began.

"That sounds fatally boring," You interrupted. He didn't even have to speak to point out everything you had just said about your job, his expression did the talking for him and you realized you had no argument. "Continue."

"As luck would have it, this town possesses the largest collection of antique documents in the area. I was simply hoping you would point me in the direction of the town's archives," He said.

"Oh, finally!" You exclaimed, clapping your hands. "It's been a hot minute since anyone aside from the Mayor or the Sheriff has asked to see those. Right this way, Elijah." He frowned.

"There's no need to accompany me Miss. Y/N," Elijah politely claimed. "If you simply point the way, I'm confident I'll be able to manage the rest. I would hate to impose on your... personal time."

You snorted. "Personal time? Is there something you'd like to say about my work ethic, Mr. Elijah?"

"Nothing at all," He chuckled pleasantly. "And just Elijah will do fine."

You nodded, raising a brow. "Will it now?"

He smiled. "Of course. If we are to consider ourselves friends, that is."

"Friends?" You questioned, blinking in surprise. "I haven't been at this job too long, but I have to say I'm surprised. Just for future reference, do all writers befriend random small town librarians, or is that just you?"

"I'd like to think it's just me," Elijah replied, shrugging just slightly. He was very reserved, you noticed. "Especially if said individual is as beautiful as you and circumstances dictate I'll be visiting them quite often."

You smirked, nodding. "Visiting often for research, I'm sure. Nothing else."

"Naturally," He hummed, pleased you caught his meaning.

You laughed, ducking your head to hide the blush that colored your cheeks. There was something about that smile... "Well, in that case, Y/N will do just fine."

"Excellent, I'll keep that in mind." His eyes scanned your face and you swallowed thickly under the intensity of it. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Anyway," You continued. "While I'm sure you're more than qualified to navigate a library the size of a broom closet, you would find yourself faced with a locked door and as I happen to be the keeper of that door's sole key, it is imperative that I accompany you to your destination."

"Valid point." He nodded and extended his arm to you - very old-fashioned like. "In that case, lead the way."

"It would be my genuine pleasure." You smiled and hooked your arm through his, starting towards the back. Within a matter of moments, the two of you had crossed the length of the library and you guided him to a non-descript door with a plaque that read Employees Only. The door was locked, of course, just as you had told Elijah it would be, thus you removed the lanyard which held your keyring from around your neck and fitted the lock with its proper key. Turning the handle, you pulled the door open and waved him through; however, to your surprise, Elijah took the door from you and motioned for you to continue first. You grinned and shook your head but took the invitation anyway, making sure to kick a doorstop next to the frame to keep it from closing all the way just in case someone asked for you while you were assisting Elijah.

"I can hold a door, you know," You teased as Elijah joined you once again. A short hallway stretched off in front of you. The door to your left opened into the library's Digital Resource Housing Accommodation - which was honestly just a fancy way of saying Computer Room but the town's council insisted on the pretentious name. (Of course, the library kept two computers out in its main area for public use, but those had a habit of getting stolen by desperate high schoolers.) Whereas the four doors to your right led to a series of small rooms for anyone in need of a quieter space for private tutors or counseling. At the end of the hall, there was another door on the left. You headed towards that one.

"I am aware." He nodded, smiling. "I happen to be a devout feminist."

"Then you of all people should know that chivalry is dead," You pointed out.

"Perhaps," He acknowledged. "Although I see no reason it shouldn't be brought back."

You scoffed. "Yeah, no. I don't think men need yet another reason to delude themselves into thinking a woman needs them for anything," You said.

"You are absolutely right," The man agreed, laughing just a little bit.

"Yes, I am." Reaching the door, you switched out your keys and unlocked that one too. Elijah reached past you and pulled it open, holding it for you. Raising a brow, you turned to face him pointedly. "What was that about me being right?"

"You are." He offered you another one of those small yet knee weakening smiles and you crossed your arms in an attempt to ground the butterflies it set off. "However, chivalry is not about doing things for a woman out of the misguided fantasy that she cannot do them for herself. Rather, it is about treating a woman with the proper respect, dignity, and kindness a lady deserves to be shown." He watched you kick another doorstop into place before leaning against the door frame to look up at him.

"Yeah, I've never met another man who buys that."

Elijah shrugged easily. "Well, anyone who believes otherwise is simply an unfortunate waste product of a primitive society."

You nodded and smirked. "Oh, I like you." Pushing yourself off the door frame, you took a left and began climbing the old and only slightly rickety stairwell. Elijah followed you in but his footsteps stalled on the landing. You turned back to see him glancing to the right, towards the staircase that descended into the basement, wearing an expression of slight confusion. "What?"

"Not to question your expertise, but typical archives I've visited in the past have been located on the lowest floors - in underground vaults and such," He explained. "Is that not the case here?"

You tried to be courteous, but there was a reason you had tried to avoid customer service work your whole life. You threw your head back and laughed, clutching your side.

Elijah tilted his head. "Did I say something wrong?"

You shook your head, still giggling. "No! No, you're fine." You wiped your eyes and took a deep breath. "Sorry, it's just-" You took one look at his face and burst out laughing again.

"What did I say?" He demanded, fighting a chuckle of his own.

"Okay, okay!" You pushed your hair out of your face and schooled your expression, calming yourself. "First of all, this ain't the Smithsonian, Elijah."

"Oh, absolutely not," He agreed, shaking his head. "For one thing, the staff in this establishment is deplorable."

"File a complaint with my manager." You shrugged. "Oh, wait... That's right, I am my manager."

Elijah huffed a laugh and began climbing the stairs. "That sounds rather tedious, but please continue.."

You grinned. Finally, someone who appreciated your sense of humor. "Second, this is Virginia. The ground floor is where we put the stuff we can afford to lose, and anything we put in the basement is destined for annihilation." He shot you a questioning look and you elaborated. "This place flooded twice last year."

"oh, I'm sorry to hear that," He said, frowning.

"Don't be - you're not the one who had to clean it up." You smirked, elbowing him playfully. You weren't sure why. After all, you barely knew this man, but despite his expensive attire and reserved demeanor, something about him just put you at ease. So you were grateful that he didn't seem to mind, going so far as to laugh along with you.

At the top of the stairs there stood yet another door, though this one was much newer and more sturdy than the rest. Once you turned the key, its digital lock required you to swipe your card and input a four digit code. "No peeking," You said teasingly, not really caring if he took you seriously.

He did look away, although not without comment. "I'm fairly confident I could kick this door down if I was truly committed."

"Mmm... I wouldn't be too sure about that." You pushed the door open and held it this time, gesturing behind you. "Go ahead and take a look-see."

Elijah raised a brow but walked in and glanced at the back of the door. "Steel reinforcement," He noted, duly impressed. "That's quite a lot of security for a small-town archive."

You snorted. "You say that as if there's some sort of conspiracy to be had here."

"Isn't there?"

You paused for a moment, then shrugged, flipping on the lights. "Take that up with the founder's council, my friend," You supplied.

The dim lights of the archive room flickered to life, revealing row after row of floor to ceiling filing cabinets that spanned to the back wall. There were no windows. The only other furniture in the room was a large wooden desk, complete with several yellow lamps and a magnifying glass. Old school all the way.

Elijah blinked and turned to you. "The Founder's Council?" He inquired.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, leaning against the wall next to the light switch. "It's kinda like some super secret club the founding families have where they get together to share their holier-than-thou gossip and Pinterest recipes," You said with a long sigh. "They like to think nobody on the outside knows about it, but if their ancestors didn't want anyone to find out, then they shouldn't have written about it so much. Fast forward a hundred and fifty some-odd years and with the descendents of those families too lazy to go through their actual mountains of inherited documents, guess who got to read all about those little pow-wows -" You clicked your tongue, jabbing a thumb towards yourself. "- this gal, that's who.

"Do you think there's something this Council could be hiding?" He wondered.

"Oh, I think there's plenty of things they think they're hiding," You scoffed. "But as for any actual conspiracies? I think not... aside from maybe a scandal or two."

"I see." He nodded.

"It's honestly sad to see how self-important some people are," You grumbled.

"Agreed," Elijah hummed, looking as annoyed as he probably could. "Especially since they're not even the actual founders of this town."

"Right?!"

"Because it was the Vikings who actually first settled in this area almost one thousand years ago," The two of you said in unison. You paused and glanced at him. Elijah grinned

"I'm impressed," He remarked, seeming to evaluate you a second time. You shrugged.

"History is kinda my life," You admitted, a little bit sheepishly. "That being said, what might you be looking for?"

He waved a hand dismissively. "I'd hate to bother you with my research, it's bound to be dull. Besides, I'm sure you must be quite eager to get back to your, ah... study of the unconscious mind." His lips twitched upward in just the suggestion of a smirk. You huffed, placing a hand to your chest in foux offense.

"Ah, I see how it is," You laughed. "Fall asleep on the job one time and you're branded for life."

He raised a brow playfully. "Are you positive it was just the one time?"

"I don't feel obliged to disclose that information," You hummed.

Elijah chuckled. "I see."

"Regardless, it's against government policy to allow civilians to handle fragile historic documents without supervision of an archive historian," You informed, shrugging.

"I can assure you, I've handled such documents many times before," Elijah insisted.

You blinked and let the smirk drop from your face. "True as that may be, you said earlier that this research is for your dissertation - i.e. you haven't yet graduated and/or obtained your degree. Thus I am still required by law to watch you like a hawk." You tilted your head and flashed him a tight smile. "Sorry, bud." Your tone was as much a warning as it was an informative statement.

Elijah opened his mouth to say something but quickly thought better of it. "Point taken," He conceded, nodding though it was a little stiff.

"It's not that I mean to be a stickler but, uh..." You hissed. "Wait, no, yeah I am absolutely a stickler."

"I disagree, you take your duties of historical preservation seriously - I admire that. Please note that I am in no way attempting to undermine you," Elijah promised, moving to sit at the desk. "I simply do not wish to make a burden of myself."

You huffed a laugh. "You're not a burden, Elijah. I'm genuinely glad you're here, giving me a chance to do my actual job for once. I didn't go to college for six years only to end up reading children's books to second graders every Friday afternoon."

"This isn't the carrier you would have chosen?" He asked, frowning slightly.

"Oh heck no." You shook your head, laughing softly. "With my degree I could be working at the Smithsonian."

"And would you like that?"

"It's only been my dream since I was a kid," You said, smiling wryly. "I love research - it's like a treasure hunt or a puzzle, except you have no clue what anything looks like. You just have to piece it together however you see best until the picture reveals itself."

"That's a beautiful way to look at it." Elijah smiled. "In that case, perhaps you could begin by helping me find every map, census, or property survey of areas in this town where unusual amounts of human remains have been found."

How he managed to say that with a completely straight face, you would never know.

You blinked. "Well that got dark really fast."

He gave you a small hapless shrug. "It's not the most pleasant subject for study, I am aware."

"Not the weirdest I've heard, actually," You admitted. Shaking away your surprise and hesitation, you began making your way through the isles in search of relevant cabinets. "Can I ask what this is for or should I mind my own business?"

Eijah got up to search on his own but continued talking to you as he did. "While I was in Salem researching the witch trials, I heard stories of a group of supposed witches who migrated to North-Western Virginia in order to escape persecution. All accounts led me to determine Mystic Falls as their chosen destination and, according to the stories, these women lived in the area peacefully until it was settled by this town's so-called-founders at which time they were burned at the stake for witchcraft." He poked his head around the cabinet to look at you. "I would like to find out exactly where they were murdered," He said.

Oh... well if that was the case then he had you looking for the wrong documents.

You grinned and shoved the cabinet you were rifling through shut. "You know, that's actually pretty cool," You voiced, turning to face him. Elijah raised a brow.

"Is it?" He wondered. "Most would consider my research rather morbid."

"Well it is that," You acknowledged with a slight chuckle. You beckoned for him to follow as you switched isles. "But it's also really awesome. I mean, it's almost kinda like detective work, right?"

"How do you figure?" He asked, moving with you as you perused the cabinet labels. You knew what you were looking for, you just had to find the bloody thing.

"Well, obviously the people responsible for the killings of these innocent women are long dead. The perpetrators can't be punished; yet, you're still trying to validate these deaths and make sure that these women are documented. I guess that's kind of like finding the victims of the Zodiac Killer or something - you may not be able to seek justice for their deaths but at least you can make sure they're acknowledged." You glanced up only to find Elijah staring at you with an odd expression on his face. His stare was intense and piercing, you felt yourself blushing under the intensity of it. You shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Or maybe I just have no clue what I'm talking about... Anyway, this is what we're looking for," You muttered, nudging a rather large drawer with your foot.

"This right here?" He pointed, seeming to snap out of whatever thoughts he'd been lost in.

"Yep." You pushed your hair back. "You're gonna have to help me though." Elijah's brows pulled together and you just sighed. "There's a really, really heavy trunk in here."

"Oh, I see." He bent down, gripping the handle and you followed suit. "On three?"

"Or we could just yank really hard?" You suggested.

He grinned, smiling wryly. "That could work."

"Okay, go!"

Together you pulled on the drawer with as much strength as you could muster, slowly dragging it out. The old metal tracks squealed as they slid against one another, and the cabinet groaned with the weight of its contents. Inside the drawer was an old leather trunk, battered and worn, bearing more locks on it than any sane man would ever find reasonable. In, fancy, bold handwriting, the lid bore the inscription: FORBES. The sheriff and her daughter had donated the truck to the Historical Society about a year ago and you had spent months going through everything they had managed to stuff in there.

"I'm convinced little Caroline Forbes is a wizard," You declared, huffing as you rummaged through the stacks of old papers in search of one specific little book. "Cuz there is no way one person can fit that much stuff into one trunk without some use of magic."

Elijah seemed baffled as well, though he wasn't nearly as winded as you were. That fact probably had something to do with the extraordinarily fine biceps he was hiding under that expensive suit, which you had not failed to notice.

"What exactly is all of this?" He asked, carefully fingering a stack of what appeared to be bird sketches.

"This is hardly the tip of the iceberg," You answered, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face. "All the founding families hoard area history like it's gold; this is only what they've deemed unimportant enough to their little counsel for me to see." Finally, you found what you'd been searching for. You drew the little leather-bound book from under a stack of accounting papers and held it high in the air. "Ah ha!"

"Is that a journal?" Elijah asked with no small note of skepticism.

"Not just any journal, my good friend," You declared. "This is quite possibly the most interesting journal in all of Mystic Falls. May I present to you, the journal of Mr. Alexander Forbes."

"And why should I be interested in such a diary?" He wondered.

You raised a brow at him. "Did you honestly think a bunch of pompous, well-to-do, small towns folk would document that time they brutally murdered a group of innocent women becasue they wanted their land?" You deadpanned. He blinked, clearly stunned by your blunt comment. You continued. "If you wanna find out about this town's sketchy history, the adults won't tell you anything. That's why I like kids, they tell the truth whether they realize it or not. Take little Alexander Forbes, he would have made an excellent detective had he not died at age sixteen." You wandered back to the desk at the front of the room and laid the journal down with care, pulling one of the lamps closer, you adjusted the light so it wouldn't harm the pages. "Alex here, wrote stories about the things no one talked about..." You flipped through the book until you landed on the page you'd been thinking of. The heading read: The Garden of Skulls. You grinned. "Like a mansion on the edge of town surrounded by the ghosts of dead witches, perhaps?"

You glanced up to see the grin that twisted Elijah's lips as his eyes skimmed over the yellowed journal entry. "That sounds like a lead," He murmured.

"That it does." You smirked, glancing at the man out of the corner of your eye. "You up for a scavenger hunt?"

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keerysquinn · 6 months

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ship: Eddie Munson/Nancy Wheeler wc: 1.6k A/N: late post because the blorbos were blorboing, and I have emotions about these two idiots

“I don't think I'm going to make it home tonight,” Nancy told her mom over the phone. “If the snow stops and the roads don't look too bad, I might try to drive home later, but Mr. Munson doesn't think it's safe enough to go out unless it's absolutely necessary. He already said that it’s fine if I stay here for the night. I promise I’ll call you if anything changes, okay?”

If Nancy had known that agreeing to tutoring Eddie at the Munson trailer was going to lead to her having to spend the night, she might have been a little more insistent about sticking to their normal library meeting spot. It wasn’t that she hated the idea of having to stay over there. She just felt bad being another person taking up space in their home when Eddie’s uncle already slept on a cot in the living room due to the lack of space.

After getting off the phone with her mom, she moved to take her seat across from Eddie at the kitchen table again.

“So, how about we do one more problem set, and then we can call it a night?” she suggested, flipping through her chemistry notes to find some practice equations that they hadn’t done yet.

Eddie flopped forward to rest his head on the table.

“I will actually die if I have to balance one more equation. My head will explode. Can we please do anything else?”

“I thought you wanted to pass this chemistry test? You need more practice.”

“Think of my uncle, Nance. What’ll he do without me?”

“Probably get some peace and quiet for the first time in my life,” Wayne said without looking up from where he was sitting on the sofa tying his work boots.

Nancy stifled a laugh as Eddie shot back up into a sitting position and stared at his uncle with a look of pure shock and betrayal.

“If you really need a break from studying so much, why don’t you make your guest some dinner?” Wayne suggested. “If she’s staying over, you should probably offer to feed her.”

“Of course. Where are my manners?” Eddie said, resting his arms on the table and leaning forward to smile at Nancy. “Welcome to Chez Munson. It would be my honor to make dinner for you.”

“Real food, too. Don't go offering her spaghettios or whatever other canned junk you eat when I'm not around.”

“You don't have to go to any trouble for me,” Nancy insisted. “I'm fine with whatever.”

Eddie ignored her and turned his attention towards his uncle.

“Want me to save you a plate of whatever it ends up being?”

“Sure. Stick it in the microwave, and I'll reheat it when I get home.”

“Any preferences?”

“Surprise me.”

“Can do. Stay safe out there. Don't drive like I do.”

“Wouldn't dream of it.”

Wayne said his goodbyes, and as soon as he was out the door, Eddie was up and out of his seat searching through the kitchen cabinets and checking the fridge to see what he could make.

“You really don't have to go to any trouble for me,” Nancy said as she watched him start to rummage through the cabinet of pots and pans.

“Who says I'm going to any trouble?” he asked. “Maybe I do this all the time.”

“You do?”

“A guy's gotta eat. When my uncle started working nights, I started messing around in the kitchen because I found out he was never eating a hot meal. Just eating cereal or a bologna sandwich when he came home from a shift. And it's fine if I eat garbage, but I'm not gonna let him live like that after everything he's done for me, you know? I almost burnt the place down a couple times, but I haven't gotten any complaints yet.”

Nancy was touched by his story. Truthfully, she still didn't know much about Eddie. For the most part, he was just the guy that she tutored twice a week, but they'd slowly been becoming friends. She liked spending time with him, and finding out things like this - pieces of him she was sure not many other people knew - only made her grow even fonder of him.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked.

“I think I've got it covered. You can go watch TV if you want. When I cook for a beautiful woman, she doesn't have to lift a finger?”

“So you're in the habit of cooking for beautiful women?”

“You're the first actually. Now get out of here so I can work my magic.”

He shooed her out of the kitchen, and she went to go sit on the couch, but she was too preoccupied with the fact that he'd called her beautiful to focus on anything on TV. Since when did Eddie think she was beautiful? She was under the impression that their relationship was strictly professional, but even she couldn't deny that she felt something whenever he smiled at her.

When Eddie eventually made his way over to the couch, he was carrying two identical plates of food loaded up with breaded chicken cutlets, stovetop stuffing, and canned peas and carrots.

“It's nothing fancy, but I guarantee it'll taste good.”

They ate mostly in silence as Eddie channel-surfed trying to find something decent for them to watch.

“Color me impressed,” Nancy said after they'd finished dinner. “I didn't expect that from you.”

“It was because of my uncle's spaghettios comment, wasn't it?”

“You just didn't seem like the cooking type.”

“If it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't be.”

“Don't sell yourself short. You're good at this.”

“Thanks.”

Eddie smiled over at her, and she felt herself focusing on his lips. She couldn't let that happen, so she jumped up and grabbed their empty plates off the coffee table.

“Let me do the clean up,” she said as she headed towards the kitchen. “You cooked, so it's only fair.”

“Absolutely not.” Eddie moved to cut her off and blocked her from the sink. “You're the guest. I'm not letting you clean up the mess left behind by my cooking tornado.”

“I really don't mind,” she insisted.

“I'll never hear the end of it from my uncle if I let you clean up. He's used to coming home to my messes, so we don't have to worry about that right now.”

“Are you sure?” She eyed the dirty pots and pans on the stove. “It feels wrong to leave them there.”

“It's fine. I promise. You don't have to help clean up to earn your keep here. If that was the case, I would've been kicked out a long time ago. Just leave them for now.”

“Fine. But the second you're distracted, I'm doing those dishes.”

“I guess I've gotta keep myself fully focused on you then.”

“I guess so.”

“Wanna do something kind of stupid?” he asked.

“Depends on how stupid it is.”

“Put on your coat and shoes.”

Nancy quirked an eyebrow, but Eddie didn't allow her to question him. He just ushered her closer to the door before doubling back to grab a comforter from the closet. He took her outside and had her sit down on the edge of the stoop with him. He wrapped the comforter around their shoulders and held it closed in front of them to try and trap some extra warmth between them.

“Sitting out here is your something stupid?” she asked.

“Frostbite is no joke. Hence the comforter.”

The worst of the blizzard had passed but the snow was still falling in fat, fluffy flakes. The sky was dark, and there was a sense of calm washing over the trailer park. The only real light was from the stars.

“It's beautiful.” Nancy's voice was barely louder than a whisper as if she was afraid that her speaking would ruin the moment.

“I know.”

“Do you do this often?”

“Only when I need to think about something.”

“What are you thinking about now?”

“I don't know. That I like spending time with you, and I think you like spending time with me, too. That this is easy. That it feels right.”

Nancy was quiet again as she let his words wash over her. He was right. Spending time with him like this felt right. That's when she was hit by a somewhat startling realization.

“You cooked me dinner and wouldn't let me help or clean,” she started. “You took me out to your thinking spot to look at the stars. You called me beautiful . . . Was this a date?”

“Nah. This wasn't a date.” He turned to meet her gaze. “When I finally ask you out for real, you'll know.”

“So you're planning on asking me out?”

“As soon as I find the right moment.”

“And this isn't it?”

“You're stuck here for the night. It feels wrong to ask when you can't leave. Puts too much pressure on you to answer a certain way, and I don't want to do that to you.”

“Ask me tomorrow before I leave then?”

“I'll consider it.”

Eddie went to stand up and pulled Nancy up with him.

“Let's go back inside. I'll clean up the kitchen, and if you really wanna help, I'll let you dry the dishes. Then we can watch a movie or something. I'll even lend you some pajamas so you don't have to sleep in your jeans.”

“Sounds perfect.”

When Wayne came home from his shift, he found Nancy and Eddie snuggled up together fast asleep under the comforter on the couch bathed in the soft glow of the light from the television set. He microwaved his dinner - making sure to stop it without it dinging - and made his way back to Eddie's bedroom so he wouldn't disturb them. To him, it looked like his nephew had finally won over his dream girl.

#ctcwc23 #edancy #edancy fic #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #my writing

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studiesof-fandom · 1 year

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I'm back and I hope for good this time!

My God, I'm like EXO - always swear to come back for good and then post twice to disappear for another year lmao

Let me update about my life, so you can understand the reason I disappeared.

Do you guys remember the master degree program I was applying to and I even did a Google form to gather more information to include in my research proposal? Well, I was rejected big time. Mostly because I applied to the wrong type of program. They were expecting something from me that I didn't deliver, so I failed big time. The evaluators wanted me to research about fanfic aesthetic or the poetic language in fanfiction or something along those lines. So yeah, they didn't like my project. It sucked even more because the project they were evaluating was the one my advisor kinda forced me to change and it wasn't even close to my original project (which is kinda funny cause even after changing it to fit his taste I got rejected anyway, so there). Because of all this drama, I've decided to shelve the whole Master program for another year. I'll get a new advisor when I apply for my Master degree, but this time it'll be in the right program. Meanwhile, I decided to focus on finishing my undergrad degree, which I just posted about.

Just so you know, I'm not heartbroken for not getting in the program. Honestly, I think it was the best for me. I learned a lot and I think I grew up as a researcher in a way I haven't done in a long time.

I'm coming back not only because I have to write my undergrad thesis about fic writing, but also because I want to focus in being an Acafan, which is something I haven't done at all. I confess I'm more enthusiastic about fandom research because now I'm part of a study group at my university that focus in researching fanfiction (@nepf-ufrj). So, I think I'll bring the blog back. Maybe I'll find someone who commits to keep this thing going with me. Let's pray for it!

Last thing: I'll update the library soon! I found so many new books, you guys have NO IDEA!!! Can't wait to share everything I found!

I'm sorry for the long text, but that's it! I hope you guys forgive me now!

Have a nice Sunday and see you soon!

#mod: naty

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Y'all wouldn't believe how amazing life can get when you start recognizing which thoughts are actually coming to you from the Holy Spirit. Even just the smallest of things.

For example, me last night

Practicing violin around 8pm when neighbors start blasting music that triggers my sound hypersensitivity.

Brain: i should go to the adoration chapel to get away from this.

Me: oh. Yea. That's God talking isn't it? I just need to finish practicing this passage...

Jesus as I continue playing: why are you delaying your visit which I have requested?

Me: also remembers that I needed to print a hard copy of an encyclical because the library wasn't open on Saturday. Was supposed to go after Mass but forgot. Looks up the hours and they don't close until 11pm. Providence! I will go and print and then head straight to the chapel.

On the way I realized. On Sunday everyone goes to Mass, they receive communion, and that's it. The adoration chapel is likely visited the least on this day of the week because most prefer to fulfill their obligation and then be done with it. Jesus is lonely on this day!

The encyclical prints with no issue and I drive to adoration where I plan to study it for a writing project. I arrive and say "I will stay for at least 45 minutes, " as usual.

Inside I begin praying, reading and studying. After a while I write about 500 words that seem to be coming from Someone else more than from me. I finish this and check the time.

Woah. It's been two hours. It's bedtime.

I say goodbye and head home.

Earlier I had been worried that I would return home too early and still have my neighbor being noisy, but I ended up staying with Jesus so long that quiet hours have begun.

I return home with almost an entire page to add to my project and to a quiet apartment that won't cause me any anguish through noise.

So to sum up: Something difficult to deal with comes along, I have a thought which I recognize as a primpting from grace, don't respond absolutely immediately and am given a small chastisement, given another grace that I can finally have something I've needed even though the hour is late, obtain this thing easily, go to chapel and spend more than twice my minimum amount there with no trouble, am given another huge grace while there, get home and the issue from before is over.

This is just one of the times where I've recognized the quickest thought as a graceful prompting from my guardian angel or from God and have had something wonderful happen because of it.

Even the smallest idea of "I should pray," or "I should talk to that person who is struggling," should be looked at as not coming from myself because good things come from God, the only source of good.

It really just is amazing. Listen to your good "ideas."

#this ended up being a way longer post than it was intended to be #ramblings

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glassedplanets · 1 year

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this year i read a ton of art books, so i'll drop a big list + reflections under the cut:

i'll split these up into art books and instructional books, though there are a few that did a bit of both.

art books:

the art of heikala

the art of loish

beautiful scenes from a fantasy world

mysterious scenes from a parallel world

a sky longing for memories: the art of makoto shinkai

expedition sketchbook

windows to worlds: the art of devin elle kurtz

reverie: the art of sybilline meynet

the man who leapt through film

instructional books:

framed perspective vol. 1 & 2 by marcos mateu-mestre

master the art of speed painting

sketching from the imagination

sketching from the imagination: characters

sketching from the imagination: storytelling

beyond art fundamentals

figure drawing for artists

that's actually more than i thought, lmao. standouts for me were a sky longing for memories, windows to worlds, master the art of speed painting, and figure drawing for artists -- each of these offered some really valuable insight for me and helped me think about something in a different way. i got all these via library and at this point i'm worried that i've exhausted the catalogs of every library i have access to :/

i've only ever taken one art class in my life and it wasn't a really great experience, plus i'm not great at teaching myself things, so finally reaching for instructional books about art this year felt like a big leap and i'm glad that i took it. i also watched some of the drawclass VODs that are up on youtube and started looking for resources like studies and sketches from artists i like. idk, i guess it's kind of been about demystifying the process for me. there's a lot of stuff i've been doing the long way round for years and years or not doing at all because i didn't know that you were "allowed" to take a shortcut, or that it was even possible (eg. foliage brushes).

this year was pretty wobbly in terms of how happy i was with the art i made and how much of it i made, particularly bc Life Happened in august and just has not stopped, and i know that i felt really bad and unhappy with art for a big chunk of the year -- but now that i'm past that, i can see that i've improved a lot in a lot of the ways in which i've been wanting to improve. you know what's nuts? i only started actively drawing backgrounds for every piece last year. now i can't imagine not doing something for a background.

i think i also gnawed through a lot of... idk, shame? inadequacy? some yucky feeling i had about tagging my art for tumblr search. i think it's partially that we're all back on this hell site and i just don't care about showing my ass anymore. whatever. y'all either get to see my fucking anime Poasting or unfollow/mute/block/whatever, i don't really give a shit. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

the art goals i set for myself at the start of the year were to try making a short comic more than once, which i did! twice, actually, though i didn't post one of them. that's ok. i don't remember if this was a goal, but i submitted art to a digital zine this year too! i need to check if i can post it yet actually... lmao. and i joined a fandom event as an artist, which i'm really excited for. i haven't done a fandom event since 2013 and i've never done one as an artist.

my art goals for 2023 are to do thumbnails for most of the big pieces that i draw, and to draw people interacting physically with each other when i draw 2+ in one piece. that'll be tough since i honestly enjoy the subtlety of Two Guys Standing Next To Each Other but it's an area i want to improve in.

#my art #art summary 2022

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Hello! I love to study psychology and other mental situations, and I'm wondering if you haven't already... if you would open up a little about your system and how everything works? I don't have DID so I don't have anything first-hand to understand with. If it's okay, I'd like to know more! 1) When did you first meet your alter(s), or were they with you from birth? 2) To my understanding, in every DID person's psyche there is a "room" or "realm" invented for the system to dwell in... do you have any envisioning on what yours may look like and DO you have one? 3) Some people claim to form romantic relationships with their alters -- is this something that can actually happen? What is your relationship with your alter(s)?

Howdy! I'm Eli, the host of the Juicebox System. This is going to get really long, so I'm sorry in advance. I appreciate your curiosity about DID, and reaching out to systems online to ask about system experiences. Most people tend to watch movies or videos, then make assumptions, so it's refreshing to see someone who isn't doing that.

I'm going to address each question one at a time, as some of your phrasing implies you may have been fed misinformation at some point, and I would like to correct it.

Alters are not present from birth. DID, OSDD, and similar dissociative disorders form during early childhood as a result of repeated, severe trauma. So there's really no "knowing your alters from birth" in DID, though I suppose if it forms young enough, it may as well be the same thing.

I first became aware of my system when we were... 16? 17? Right around there. A friend of mine who I went to school with started expressing concerns that he had DID, so I looked into it later on to try and understand what he was going through. Everything I read felt... just a bit too relatable for my comfort at the time. I knew. Deep down, I knew. But I ignored it. I had a lot going on in my life during that time, parents splitting and trying to stay afloat during it. I really couldn't process something of this magnitude, so while I don't like that I denied it, I absolutely understand why it happened.

About two years afterwards, when finally things had calmed and I was around 18, I started thinking about it again. I never truly forgot, it just sat at the back of my mind. But now it was at the forefront, and I finally felt safe enough to try facing it. And ever since, I've been working to try and accept it, to work with my system instead of against it. It's been difficult, but progress has been made, and I'm proud of myself for that.

You're talking about the Headspace! That's the word systems typically use to describe this place. We do have a headspace, but I've only been there once or twice. I have a general idea of what it's like, but it can vary greatly from system to system.

Ours is a vast black expanse. If you've watched Stranger Things, you know that black void that Eleven goes to when she's using her powers to listen to people or something? It's similar to that.

There's the front room, which is just a small, sectioned off place where alters go in order to switch in or out. For instance, because I'm the one typing this, I'm in the front room right now. Behind me, there's a red couch, and it's leather and every time I've sat on it my legs have gotten stuck like it's a warm summer day. No matter what temperature it actually is. But it's comfy enough.

To my right is what we call the Library. That's where our Gatekeeper, Wubbzy, keeps a collection of memories - good and bad - and retrieves them when necessary.

There are other areas beyond the front room, too, like the City. It's a loud, bustling place full of neon lights and rushing cars, though I'm not sure who's driving them. Then there's the Forest, which is mostly trees and greenery, with one little playground in a clearing somewhere in there. Then there's Freddy's, which is just a copy-and-paste of the pizzeria from Five Night's at Freddy's 1. Those are all of the specific locations that I know about.

So, to put it simply, yes we have one, and yes I have an idea of what it looks like!

I've heard of this before. System dating isn't too unusual. We see each other as separate people, so if romantic interest is shared, why not pursue it?

Personally, I think of my headmates more like family. I don't think I would be comfortable pursuing any of them romantically. They feel more like my siblings. Yes, I love them, but no, not like that.

No hate to any system out there who does date within their systems though! The human brain is fuckin' weird and I've learned pretty quickly to just focus on my own shit and not stress over what other people are doing with the people living in their brains.

I hope this long post was helpful to you, and if you have any further questions please feel free to ask!

#eli speaks #ask #jessicasnow

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Day 2

Day 2 started off with the land line in our apartment ringing off the hook at 2am. That was easily ignored by me, since I turned around and promptly went to sleep. The next time I was alive was when my alarm went off at 7:15. We had a scheduled campus and neighborhood tour at 9am. I was up and ready before anyone else in my apartment, and spent the time on our porch and in our living room since it's lined with windows. We were meant to meet the Orientation Leaders in the lobby of the building R1 (I live in R3 right across the street,) at 8:45. My roommate didn't wake up in time, unfortunately, and neither did a bunch of the other girls that I live with. So, we walked the 12 minutes up to campus and luckily made it there in time. Today was very hot, but there was always a cool, shady spot or a nice breeze flowing, so it was bearable. We stood and talked with the orientation leaders and amongst ourselves until the tour started. The campus is tiny. And I mean tiny. For those of you following that know WVU, it could fit in less than half of Downtown's campus. It consists of three buildings, DC (Deree College), AC (Arts Center), and CN (Communications Building). Along with a gym, library, theatre, amphitheaters (yes, in the ground, yes, there's more than one, and yes, it is made of stone), pool, and track field. All-in-all it has everything needed in order to be a successful school, including the friendly people.

The tour was forty minutes at most, and the farthest building was like walking from the lair to high street at WVU- long but nothing compared to the hike that is Evansdale to Downtown. The library has a digital museum inside, and a whole fish tank. The buildings are pretty modern, yet simple, and the hallways are all open-air. Only the classrooms sit inside. There are several beautiful nooks and crannies outside in the shade for studying. The AC building is the same, except there is in fact a Starbucks. However, the drinks and pastries aren't the same as the US. Currently, they're featuring a banana split drink and a raspberry passion fruit drink.

I have not tried them yet, but the latter is on my list of things to try.

Once we returned, we went for ice-breakers and lunch. We gathered in a circle and took turns introducing ourself and saying 2 truths and 1 lie. So of course, I lent on my old reliables. (I've had to play this game way too many times because of theatre.) So mine consisted of: My parents work for NASA, I was in Paris when the Notre Dame burned, and I've been on the radio three times. Outrageous a bit? Maybe. But it's what I've used since middle school. (Well not the Paris one, that was in 2019, but I always choose what I think to be the most impressive experiences in my life, what has changed me the most, or what I'm most proud of.) The girl next to me picked out the lie, but thought I had been on the radio four times when I've only been twice, but what was the most hilarious was the girl next to my roommate (who knew the answer so I forbade her from saying anything). She looked at me and said: "You're parents don't work for NASA. I remembered you said you're from West Virginia." I had to force back a laugh at that. I'm not sure if she meant that as a vague insult, or just a simple "there's no NASA in WV." She didn't elaborate, and I didn't ask. Either way, I found it amusing to think that there was no possible way my parent's could work for such a high level government organization simply because of where I lived. Telecommuting is a thing now, no? Anyways, after we disbanded and went to grab some food, a Greek high school student who was on the tour stopped me and asked about your careers, mom and dad. I told her you were optical engineers and worked on GPS' and satellites and she responded by saying that her brother's dream was to work for NASA. She asked me about how he should look into a career there, so I informed her about the internship program and that it was a wonderful opportunity to segway into a career there. She thanked me and told me she'd pass along the info. So mom, dad, if you end up with a greek boy as an intern soon, you'll know where from.

The food was wonderful, it was only a simple turkey sandwich but good Lord how I've missed European bread. I forgot just how amazing it is. But what surprised me the most was how delicious the orange juice was. I genuinely haven't tasted anything better, even in Florida, and I would bring it all back home with me if I could.

After that, they rest of the group went on a neighborhood tour. I stayed behind because I wanted to get a sticker I need for my ID to use the pool or gym saying that I was in good physical condition to use everything. However, I ended up not getting it and won't receive it until Monday. But hey, I'm still getting it. My roommate (M) said there wasn't anything important on the tour, nor was it that informative, so I relaxed some at that. Once I got the news back on the athletics sticker, I made my way back to the Bazaar from day 1 and that little fruit market. I wanted to pick up some eggs, milk, and after having those amazing kiwis last night, I wanted more. I got what I needed and made my way back home where I promptly fell asleep for a few hours. I was still reeling from my lack of sleep on the plane, and needed to do some catch-up after an exhausting half-day. I woke in time for a 5 minute orientation (literally only 5 minutes) and watched a bit of the Simpsons. My other roommate (R) messaged me and M, asking if we wanted to go out with her to grab some coffee before the pizza night the RA's were hosting at 7. M isn't a big coffee person, so R and I went alone to Lola's. It's a beautiful café/bar with good coffee and (what looks like) good grilled cheeses.

This is where I found out Roe V Wade was overturned.

A friend of R's messaged her during our outing, and her and I were stunned into silence. I won't get much into the politics of things here, but I will say that R and I both want to stay longer here than we did even before this happened.

Anyways,

Pizza night was a blast! Greek Domino's is the only Domino's I can tolerate. And the RA's were so sweet. R became close with the RA's since she's been here for both sessions, so she introduced me to everyone. They were a breath of fresh air compared to the rest of the crowd.

Everyone that I have met that works at the college or is from Greece has been nothing but kind to me. There has been no awkward silence you get in the US once the basic pleasantries have been answered. They genuinely want to know about American culture and love to spend time with one another until late in the evening. We had to inform them that the reason no one was answering the landline in the apartment other than R was because no one in America answers their phones due to spam calls.

Needless to say, we'll be answering the phone from now on.

We talked for hours about cultural differences, personal interests, hometowns, and Greece itself. One of the RA's braided my hair and asked me about D&D. She's a theatre major herself so she suggested a book to me that's a retelling of Shakespeare's The Tempest. Returning to my apartment, I feel fulfilled and more settled than I did yesterday. I was concerned about meeting friends and fitting in but R, M, and the RA's (and a few of the other students), proved to me that there were in fact people here who could have fun without needing to be consistently drunk. I also have a few built in guides to help me in getting familiar with the area.

Overall, day 2 was successful and very enjoyable.

Things I have taken away from today:

Both motorbikes AND cars park on sidewalks.

Turtles are everywhere here.

3 kiwi's will cost you 1.50 Euros.

Greeks give a head jerk (chin up) to say "no."

The juice here has crack in it- there is no other explanation for it to be so good. (This includes the lemonade).

Greeks never say opa as cheers. More so as an "oops." (And they don't even realize they say it, they'll deny they say it at all.)

There is no cheese pizza in Greece, it's called Margarita pizza.

Greeks will talk about anything and everything casually. Nothing is off-limits.

Eye-contact is huge here.

Greeks don't know that the American "Hi, how're you?" Is a greeting, not an invitation to describe every detail of your life, currently. (Same for "what's up.")

Greeks are appalled at the lack of rights Americans have.

#greece #museum #library #college #university #travel #culture

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fictionfixations · 2 years

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The Hermit Archives / HC Fic Series [Grian-centric.. ish...?] / Thoughts

So. The Hermit Archives. Where do I even start?

Well first off- I finally read it- I binged it all today actually? And like. so. I've never actually seen The Magnus Archives, which I'm pretty sure is what THA is based off of, but like HOLY FUCK- I think I have a new fixation, which is a bad thing, and I've already had multiple fixations TODAY-

Like Chrisrin who does a few of the book covers for some of em on Twitter had this post pinned with I think THA Scar but hanging upside down as the tarot card 'The Hanged Man' or something and then my brain was like 'what if I wrote a collection of oneshots either connected or not connected that have to do with tarot cards and their meanings and i could pull random ones to decide'

and then now i wanna do the fuckin audio recorder format where its like

[GRIAN]

(STUFF HERE)

AAAA

WHY- i have so many other WIPs I really need to get done that I've been procrastinating for like over a month now D:

My point is though- The Hermit Archives is distracting as fuck and the storyline is just 'HOLY FUCK' and for a series that technically doesn't usually go straight after each other and are instead from different times as well as the statements we 'hear' of, you just get stuck in this story, and it all feels like it connects, like one after the other and the stories are just so interesting, and each statement is like its own little story even though its in like first person stuff which I kind of grew a dislike for eventually, but I just don't mind it in statements??

no but holy fuck i was LOST in this

nothing was stopping me

I was reading for hours and my eyes didn't even hurt or feel tired like they usually do after bingeing for long periods of time the fuck?

no but there was so much that happened and so many other minecrafters--

i mean like holy shit?

okay so like

spoilers. ..duh.

okay Grian has main character energy probably- I think he's most likely the only one who has 'encountered'.. twice, third..-ish..??? Actually i think Mumbo did twice though because the potato incident and the evil moon rock- everyone else, i dunno

BUT. So. Grian has Red Light Green Light where he.. Honestly I wanna say it was similar to third life with desert duo? I think we were all thinking that, except Grian has murderous urges and then continues to have those urges and HOLY FUCK- YES.

Then we have during the moon rock incident.. THE EYES??? we never got an explanation for the eyes- the fuck?

THIRD- we have Cleo's... feathering

WAIT NO FOURTH BECAUSE HE WENT TO TANGOS LIBRARY AND LIKe... fell. and saw pearl. that counts, right? holy fuck man

Also do we even wanna get started on what happened to Etho? He went blind, eyes gone- I wanna say it might've been.. Evil Xisuma....? I can't tell whos who because I'm a dumb fuck, but so basically- EX was like.. carving out peoples eyes and replacing those eyes with his to have total control of their body and live on forever basically, but what happened to Etho? But with Xisuma, EX took out on eye and replaced one, so logically Etho should have two by now, but like..

I mean we will never know will we? But would they really dangle mysteries in front of us if they won't give us an answer?

BUT to what I said, EX probably wouldn't though because he was choosing his family members as his 'successors', and as far as I'm aware, Etho and Xisuma aren't related.

But so- out of all of this- I think that one title that I can never remember how to spell with the study of birds, where Grian went to Cleo to make a deal that he'd stay there for 3 days as like a statue thingy and she would get Joe for a meet up (except not really- but what can she do?)

uhm. so. i wonder- i mean so in the alternate hermit archives, cleo chopped off grians arms and legs and replaced them with wings and bird legs

do you think that wouldve happened if cleo had been more prepared?

huh..

BUT Grian was kidnapped there for like 6 months he said in that alternate. but I'd think that Cleo could finish before that time, not to mention Grian said that he'd been in Cleo's closet with a cloth over his head in case someone would look in ? Cleo didn't even let him out, the statue magic just like.. wore off..??

honestly confusing as fuck but honestly really interesting. EVERYONES INTERESTING- except i dont think we've seen enough with mumbo? We've gotten a lot of pearl and her dreams, a bit of Scar with his death curse thingy, Grian- because hes head archivist, and then we just hear Mumbo about becoming like a vegetable potato thingy and etc-? I think it was Slumber Party or something when the evil moon rock happened, but Mumbo wasn't even the main focus, he just like started it and then everyone else went and encountered the fuckin monster

..huh..

#the hermit archives #the magnus archives #hermitcraft #alternate universe #thoughts #mcyt #au #fanfiction #read on ao3 #ao3fic #fic rec #fanfic #ao3 fic #fic recommendation #fanfic recommendation

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Cute study buddies (Brash is not studying lol, she fell asleep after messing with Malakai's hair)

The actor au has me in a chokehold, especially with these two

(Drawn: 2/19/2024)

(Time: ~2 hours)

(Headcanons ahead)

So one day when they see each other across the courtyard at their university while heading to class or the library or something, Brash just points and goes "YOU"

Specifically for the drawing, Brash messed with his hair and put it in a ponytail and hair clips before falling asleep, accomplishing no studying

Malakai is wearing one of her hoodies, and Brash absolutely wears his jackets

Malakai also has a scrunchie around his wrist for her ;w;

Brash and Malakai had never met until they were being introduced and acting out their scenes on set in the Leiclai/Feywild War arc

And so they become friends outside of work

Malakai has the absolute biggest crush on her, but he is much better at hiding it than the character he plays

Brash

Is dumb and would not realize either way

She is able to see the second a fictional character develops a crush, but the moment it's applied to real life, she knows nothing

This also means it takes her an eternity and someone else telling her that she has a crush for her to realize she likes Malakai

"Yeah, so your crush on Malakai-"

Brash: "👁👄👁 my what- wait a minute-"

Malakai gives her flowers secretly once or twice

Brash immediately goes up to him the next day like "MALAKAI, I GOT SOME COOL FLOWERS AGAIN! I was thinking of turning them into tea because I've never tried it before, you should come try it, I'll make you some too"

And he's just like "Oh really? Yeah, I have some time, actually I was thinking if you'd like- ah, nevermind. Yeah, I'd love some tea, haha.

Brash would probably be the first one to admit she likes him, and she does it by inviting him out to a secluded little field with a big rock in the middle that's in like the local park or on campus somewhere, and recites her own version of Malakai's poem from the Nexuntor campaign while standing on the rock (or maybe it's an empty amphitheater, idk) and pretending she's reenacting the scene from the show

(In the actual campaign, Malakai had written a love poem for her and recited it in front of a crowd of his fans, and the second he was done and saw her in the back of the crowd, he ran up to her)

Actor au Malakai studies performance studies

Actor au Brash studies music production

Brash's actor is actually named Pixie, but her coworkers on set just started calling her Brash until it gets to the point that she naturally responds to it

Malakai's actor uses the nickname Kai ;-; which is just so adorable to me

#d&d #d&d 5e #realm of nexuntor #nexuntor #nexuntor art #actor au #nexuntor brash #nexuntor malakai #lemurz art #art #digital art #oc #oc art

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this is my study plan for languages and hobbies!!

spanish 🇲🇽, studying at B1 level.

motivation: to attain fluency for work (corporate business shit). lots of hours with comprehensible input, no grammar/vocab study.

a1 comprehensible input (CI) at dreamingspanish.com

b1 CI + podcasts (español con juan, storylearning spanish, hoy hablamos)

b2 CI + podcasts + news radio + easy TV/cartoons

c1 everything, books, making friends in language

c2 studying for dele formally.

korean 🇰🇷, studying at topik level ZERO.

motivation: reading! korean to english translation is popping off & would love to read some of their discourse on antisocial socialism vs. inhumane capitalism &c. &c. not interested in speaking at all possibly ever.

i'm still figuring out my method, but i'm about forty hours in to the language, and have tried a fair few intro-level resources.

htsk & lingodeer

continuing with above

yonsei readers

full immersion (kid shows, comprehensible input (also, also, also)

study for topik formally.

cello 🎻, full beginner.

i moved to a city with no viable in-person teachers. which is,, incredibly upsetting.

focusing on reading music + some music theory

learning scales & doing schroeder + suzuki

it's almost fall and i haven't regularly picked up my cello this year. goal is twice a week twenty mins and then increase and increase.

drawing ✏️, full beginner.

i have never ever drawn before in my entire life. wasn't even a doodler growing up!

for now i'm only doing draw a box

there're some in-person classes at the local library (and community college) that i plan to check out once i finish draw a box, but i've been so terrible about maintaining consistency enough to even finish the first couple of lessons.

cooking 🧑‍🍳, possible infant.

i don't know - i keep trying to make recipes from cookbooks and they turn out to be either mediocre or actually inedible?

typing up this list, i feel like i'm going to just start taking the pricey in-person classes? but also i don't have money. but also i do want to be a better cook.

PLEASE GIVE ADVICE, I AM TRYING TO FEED MYSELF GOOD FOOD. (i'm not picky about ingredients but i AM picky about quality of meal. i literally moved across the country for better food b/c denver has shit restaurant culture.)

reading and writing 📖, expert-level and novice respectively.

three books/month: i don't post a lot about this online, because there are plenty of people doing the same thing, but i'm about halfway through reading one book from every country in the world. eventually i'm planning on posting reviews for my most highly recommended read-the-world books, but who knows.

nanowrimo this year, which is just a handful of weeks away!

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charade à deux

Part 2. Violet Hills

Mari's Notes

Hm. This is the Avery Oswald that the school has been talking about. He may, no he must have seen the leaderboards and is tense to me because we got the same scores. Poor him, if only he gets to enjoy life a bit he would know that every girls on this school were after him. That soft fluffy hair cut clean in the sides, yet is long enough in the middle to be styled up; I think everyone might give up their pocket money for that. His clothes are neatly worn, somehow engraved to his figure that is quite beautiful. His round, frameless glasses adds to his charm quite well. If only he presents himself as reachable to people, he wouldn't be half as this miserable.

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"Why are you reading Campbell, 11-2 wouldn't have biology after lunch because us 11-1 will have it and the professor can't do cell divisions", Avery said, with all means serious.

"Haha, funny you are. I read afterwards to reabsorb the materials. So you are the type to read first"

"Whatever, give me back my book!"

"I dare you to take it for me. Plus, it looks like you have read it at least two... no, three times before. No reason for you to read it again" Mari said as she flips the pages.

"I am not a superhuman, I can be forgetful"

"Well, meet me at Violet Hills after school if you want it"

"Is this some kind of play? I need to study"

"We will be studying, don't you worry. Plus seems like you already got what it takes for today's lecture judging by your notes on cells chapter. By the way, tell me you have eaten your lunch?"

"N-no I have not. Not hungry"

"You will seriously die, here, have some" Mari takes out half a jam-filled sandwich wrapped in transparent foil and gently puts it in Avery's desk. She then takes the Campbell back, stands up and runs out from the library.

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After class, 3 PM on 11-1

"I will be in the dorm late, don't look after me", Avery said to Archie and Brooke as they tidy up to leave class.

"He's finally joining an extracurricular!" Brooke says happily.

"I am not. Brooke please", Avery said with disappointment.

"Whatever Ave, this behavior of yours is quite weird, knowing that you are already weird", Archie adds.

Avery sighs. "Okay, if its past 7 PM and I haven't been home then you can look for me. Look in the forests behind Violet Hills in case I am dead, okay?"

"What the f--- Ave we're coming with you then", Brooke concerns

"I'll find a machete" Archie adds

"Chill guys, kidding. I'll be okay, no worries", Avery tried to calm everyone down.

"If you're not home by 7 we'll go down there, no negotiation" Archie says

"with a machete!" Brooke adds

"yeah, if we can find one", Archie follows

"Wait I thought you know where is it already?!"

Avery laughs at his best friends' jokes. He then parts his way to Violet Hills, where a park sits at the edge of the school area. In this park, however exists a students' mythical passage to a forest, named also Violet Hill Forests. It is said that this forest is used by students who can't take any more pressure from Somerset High and escapes. There, he met Marigold. As the weather have gone colder, she puts on a cream colored tweed jacket and our school's beret supposedly for tomorrows' uniform.

"You're gonna be in hell tomorrow if you lose that", Avery said pointing to the beret above Mari's head.

"I've been into one, trust me" Mari adds. "So, today's lecture will be about mushrooms!"

"Wait, what?"

"I have decided, I will teach you biology and in return you have to teach me physics, as we both got larger scores in each. Deal?"

"Why would I learn from you?"

"I'm as mad as you are that someone is better than me in physics. You get better score than I do in it"

Avery freezes. She seemed to mean it.

"This is, a genuine offer that wouldn't come twice", Mari slyly said.

"Okay okay, I will let you study physics with me if I find your 'biology tutor' this afternoon useful"

"Great! follow me!"

The forest was quite steep. Avery wonders how escapees made past through safely. Mari seems to have no struggle hopping all over. At this point, Avery thinks that Mari might be honest about having lived in a forest.

"Look look! What's that?" Mari shouts and point to a tiny, porous looking mushroom grown from the soil.

"Easy, a Morcella, morel mushrooms"

"Look closer, Oswald"

Avery squats near it, he tries to feel the sponge like mushroom when suddenly Mari pulled his shoulder backwards with force causing them both to roll over backwards.

"Wow, what? chill, are you trying to kill me?!" Avery stands as he sheds dirt from his coat

"No! That wasn't Morcella, 'twas a False Morels! and they're poisonous"

"wouldn't you be poisoned only if you eat them?"

"Yeah but better be careful than... be sorry"

Avery stands in silence, and so does Mari. Mari looks down to the ground as if she was ashamed. Avery observes Mari, and noticed she had lots of dirt on her jacket. He then places his hand to puff the dirts out. Mari, however, jumped a little.

"Hey, I wasn't going to hurt you", Avery said in concern

"O-oh. Okay"

He continues to depuff other spots.

"You know, its getting dark anyways. Lets study flowers instead in the parks. Can you?", Avery said.

Mari nods. They then hike down the hills, then continue 'field study' in the violet hills park. Turns out, Avery has more extensive knowledge in flowers than Mari. It seems like they have turned the other way round, Avery teaching Mari instead. Afterwards, as promised, Mari returned Avery's Campbell.

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Avery's Notes

What's this... feeling of relief? Does Marigold does not have any strategies? Is she really telling me everything she knows in biology? Is she playing dumb? I am concerned. No, I should not be concerned about my enemies. But she does not seem like how she should be. I thought, being famous and all, would make you not mind a touch. But she jumped when I depuff her jacket. Isn't it weird? I mean no harm anyways. And she truly returned my book. Isn't she, a bit less manipulative for someone that smart? No. What am I thinking. Whatever, I wouldn't give her every knowledge on physics. I should win, afterall.

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